by Sahara Kelly
"Supplies?"
"Come, Alana...all will be revealed shortly. Let me show you what I need you to do this evening."
"Bet it involves getting naked first," she muttered, keeping her fingers tightly crossed.
Following Hari into the bedroom, she watched as he rolled back the covers and arranged the pillows high on the headboard.
"This is where you will be seated for some of this evening, Alana. Would you care to make yourself comfortable?" He waved his hands and her clothes disappeared.
"Those were my good sweats, Hari. I'll thank you not to let the camel seller take them with your trash tomorrow..." Her eyes narrowed and she stared at him.
Hari had the grace to blush slightly. "I have simply transferred them to your hamper, Alana. And your cushi bell is on the night table."
Looking down, Alana rubbed her hand over her stomach, feeling strangely naked without the tiny chain and her tinkling companion.
Hari helped her settle into the pillows and she reclined slightly, as comfortable and relaxed as could be for someone who was eagerly anticipating having more and better orgasms with two adorable and handsome genies. Yeah, sure she was relaxed.
The tension built as Hari left her to return to his vessel. He shimmered blue and—poof–-he was gone.
Sami reappeared beside the bed holding a large bundle, which he placed on the floor.
Curious, Alana leaned over, but was blocked by Sami's body. Not a real hardship, she thought, seeing those wonderful rippling abs leading to his cute insy navel and beyond. Aaaah...beyond.
"Alana...Alana, sit up please," Hari's voice recalled her attention away from Sami's oh-so-fine cock, and she quickly sat up with a blush, realizing that Hari had taken his promised shower. His hair gleamed with moisture and was slicked back behind his ears. God, he looked scrumptious.
"Sorry. I just wanted to see what Sami brought." Besides that wonderful dream tool sticking out of his crotch, that is.
Sami grinned. "Not yet, that would spoil things." He reached down and brought a length of crimson cord onto the bed. About ten feet long with enormous tassels at each end, Alana looked at it warily.
"You're not going to whip me with that thing, are you?"
"My goodness, Alana, bondage is one of our more advanced classes. You're nowhere near ready for that yet..." said Sami, in a slightly shocked tone.
"All we are going to do is give you these tassels to hold—like so—"
He tossed one end of the cord to Hari and they both lowered the bulk of the crimson silk behind the headboard, bringing the tassels around in front and putting them into Alana's hands. To hold them, she had to stretch her arms out to either side.
"We ask that you keep holding these throughout tonight's class. We are going to concentrate on your sense of touch—your skin—and we find that if your hands are not involved, the sensitivity of your body is greatly heightened," explained Sami.
"You may, of course, release the cord at any time, but we encourage you not to— you will receive far more benefit from our exercises if you keep your hands away," added Hari.
Blowing a breath of air between her lips, Alana nodded. "I'll do my best, guys, but remember, I'm only human." Anticipation was coursing through her veins like hot lava.
Sami reached down again and stood up, this time holding something glittering in his hands. Spreading it out, he said "This is your jewelry for this evening—I regret that I must ask for its return when we are done."
Alana released a tassel and placed a finger delicately on the necklace.
"My God, I've never seen anything so beautiful." She stroked her hand over the beads which had been interwoven into a collar.
"It was old when it came to us," smiled Hari. "We can only guess as to its history—but the style was also very popular in Egypt at one time. I believe today you have seen similar collars in your museums, yes?"
With muddled thoughts of Tutankhamen and Elizabeth Taylor as Cleopatra galloping through her mind, Alana gulped as Sami reached behind her head and fastened the collar. The ancient glass beads were cool and smooth against her flushed skin, and she realized that the intricate design was resting on top of her nipples. Each breath she took stirred the long beads that dripped heavily from the edge of the necklace and caressed her breasts. Oh heavens.
"No wonder Cleo was hot for both Caesar and Antony," she laughed, feeling the tingle her movements caused from her nipples to her pussy. So distracted was she that she failed to notice the other item Sami was now straightening in his palms.
"And lastly..." he said, bending towards her, "the most important part of this evening's experience—the blindfold."
"Oh, God...Sami—do I have to?" She looked at him with a combination of fear and arousal.
"Do you trust us, Alana? Have we not proved to you that we are here only to bring you pleasure?"
It was clearly her decision, and Alana gnawed her lip, her eyes going from Sami to Hari and back. Did she trust them enough? She shouldn't—they were bizarre beings from another dimension, if what they said was true, and she'd known them for such a short time.
But something in her heart said "yes"—and she remembered the look on their faces when they talked of their lives, and ate their popcorn, and pleasured each other in front of her.
Taking a deep breath, she nodded. "I trust you both. I'm probably nuts, and I'm still thinking that maybe this is one awesome hallucination, and I'm going to wake up in some asylum somewhere covered in drool, but I trust you. Go ahead."
Sami gently covered her eyes with a scarf of the softest silk. It clung to her eyebrows and brushed the top of her cheeks—she was quite blind, not even light could penetrate the tightly woven folds. Sami carefully adjusted the fit, making sure her hair wasn't caught anywhere. His attention reassured Alana—after all, a serial killer probably wouldn't worry if her hair was tangled.
His hands moved away and she felt the loss.
"Alana," said Hari quietly. "We will be touching you and asking you to focus on what we are doing. In this exercise, what we say is often as important as what we do. Are you with us so far?"
She nodded, and her necklace rippled, teasing her nipples. She sucked in her breath.
She felt the bed dip as Hari clambered up, followed by a matching movement on the other side. Sami.
A hand picked up her foot, and a pair of lips brushed across her instep. Another hand took her second foot—a tongue swished over her toes, and she giggled.
"Alana, you have the most beautiful feet." It was Hari, who she could tell was the toe-licker. "I worship them with my tongue." He matched words to action by sucking her little toe into his mouth and swirling his tongue around it.
She gasped a little, feeling each movement of his warm and inviting mouth send shivers to her pussy, which was beginning to show its approval of what Hari was doing by getting quite hot and wet.
He continued his kisses, feather-light around her foot, then stopped, moving her foot to rest on his body."Alana, I have placed your foot on my body. Can you tell me where?"
She thought for a second and wiggled her toes. "On your chest?"
"Very good."
Hari's suckling tongue had moved to her next toe, and he was stroking the valley between them with long, sensual laps.
"Where is your other foot now?" asked Sami, distracting her.
"I—wait a minute—" Trying to shut off the sensory input from Hari and concentrate on her other foot was hard.
"It's—um…I can't be sure. Oh. I feel your beard. Is it on your neck?"
"Good girl."
Hari began to accompany his licking with a gentle running of his hands up and down her calf.
"Where is your foot now, Alana?" Sami asked again.
"At this point, I don't even know if it's still on the end of my leg, for heaven's sake. How can I tell when Hari is distracting me?" she grunted in response to a particularly strong tug of Hari's tongue.
"You must focus, sweet one. Allow your sens
es to embrace whatever information they are receiving. Let each part of your skin be receptive and open your mind to the images your body is sending to your mind. We are deliberately flooding you with information—you have the skill to sort it out—now focus." Sami moved her foot yet again.
She tried to obey. Relaxing the muscles in her shoulders, she grasped the tassels firmly and let her mind flood with sensation. The texture of Hari's tongue, rough in some places, smooth in others. The feel of Sami's hand beneath her heel as he held her foot against his body.
Alana found, to her amazement, that she could indeed experience both pleasures without losing her mind.
"My foot is against your upper arm, Sami. I can just barely feel that large vein that crosses your muscle there," she murmured, amazed at herself.
"And now?"
She smiled. "Dead giveaway, Sami. No matter what Hari's doing, I know that's your cock."
She heard Sami's gentle laugh, echoed by Hari.
"She is doing far too well at this, my brother," said Hari. "Let's really challenge her..."
Alana chuckled, then gasped as someone, Hari she supposed, brushed her breasts and did something to the beads at the bottom of her necklace. Now it was holding her breasts up—almost like some kind of ancient beaded bra, but the beads had started pressing into and rolling across her nipples. It was no longer a caress, but a definitely erotic arousal.
"Oh boy," she groaned, knowing that it would only get worse if she moved too much. Her hands gripped the tassels even tighter.
"Where is your foot now?" asked Sami.
She flexed her foot and wiggled her toes, but could feel nothing but firm flesh.
"Um—I need a clue," she confessed, seriously distracted by the amazingly sensual treatment her nipples were undergoing.
"Very well," said Sami, moving her foot a little.
She felt the flesh dip slightly beneath her sole then rise again.
"My God," she breathed. "That is Hari's butt. My foot is on those gorgeous buns."
"Excellent, Alana," laughed Hari. "See how sensual your feet can be?"
"Mmmm." She murmured in agreement, thoroughly enjoying exploring the two bodacious buttocks with her toes. When she slid into the crevice, however, Sami moved her foot again.
"Now we move on, Alana," he said, ignoring her little pout of disappointment.
"Would you release the tassels, please, turn over onto your stomach, and then take the tassels back into your hands?"
She obeyed as Sami moved the pillows to settle her comfortably. Or as comfortably as he could, given that she was lying on glass beads that were probably several thousand years old, and were at that moment digging into her nipples.
"Ignore the beads, if you can. As we progress your breasts will become even more sensitive and the necklace will become a mix of pleasure and pain. This is all part of the experience."
"Oh. Okay." She wondered how long it was going to take before the potholes in her chest would fade.
There was silence for a moment, and Alana felt strangely bereft. Then the bed moved slightly, and a warm tongue stroked the length of her leg from heel to buttock.
She yelped with pleasure.
Another warm stroke caressed her thighs, and then she felt the slightest brush of something at the base of her spine.
She sucked in a breath and waited.
There—it came again—just the merest breath, but there was something touching her. Being unable to use her eyes, Alana was becoming more and more dependent on her other senses. She could hear and feel the movements of both Hari and Sami as they bent to her body.
"What's that?" She whispered the question, vainly trying to hear something that would give her a clue.
"You tell me..." answered Sami.
"Don't forget to use all your senses, Alana," added Hari.
The sensation came again, and she tried to concentrate. She was certainly using her sense of touch—it was this that was driving her nuts. What else could she try? She was listening intently, and nothing helped. There was no way to taste anything. So that left smell.
She drew in a breath through her nose and there it was. The faintest touch of Blue Lotus—but sweeter somehow.
"I smell it," she grinned triumphantly. "I smell Blue Lotus, but it's different…kind of sweeter or tangy. I can't quite tell..."
"Excellent," said Sami.
"It is indeed our Blue Lotus," said Hari, "but this is in a powdered form, and mixed with honey. That way," a light touch flickered over her buttocks, "we can dust your beautiful skin with our golden blue powder and then..."
She gasped as two tongues started firmly licking her buttocks, stroking up and down and tugging the sensitive skin of her cheeks.
"Oh. My. God." She moaned.
"A double taste treat. Our powdered delight, and your lovely essence."
Alana was helpless to respond. She lay, boneless with ecstasy, as two warm and fleshy tongues swirled, smoothed and licked their way around her buttocks like starving men attacking a banana split. Every touch of the powder was followed by a hungry tongue lapping it from her skin. No wonder cats purred.
Her clit throbbed and she could feel her juices soaking the linens beneath her. This was the most arousing thing she could ever remember—since, well, since the last time Sami and Hari had done things to her.
She felt the pull on her cheeks getting stronger and the dust of the powder against her most intimate crevice.
"Uh guys...?" She fought the urge to clench her gluteal muscles lest she should catch a wayward tongue.
"Alana—trust us. Your flesh is filled with sensitive nerve endings. We are merely awakening those which have not been explored before. This is a treasure trove of pleasure points...relax...let me show you," breathed Hari.
Gnawing on her lower lip, Alana tried her best to relax. It wasn't her greatest success, but Hari obviously approved, giving a murmur of approval as he spread her cheeks once again. Sami ran his tongue up her spine and distracted her.
The gentle dust of powder settled on the puckered skin around her anus and was followed by Hari's tongue.
Alana exploded.
Chapter 7
With a huge moan she expelled the breath she had held since she'd felt the powder dusting her delicate tissues. Every nerve ending she possessed was clapping its hands to its head and running round in circles screaming. Her nipples were as hard as the beads that were pushing against them, and her whole mound was pulsating. She didn't know whether she was coming or having a heart attack.
She tried to turn her head and speak, but realized that she'd grabbed the pillow with her teeth. She spat it out and panted.
"Easy, sweet delight." Sami soothed her, dropping little butterfly kisses across her shoulders. "It's a new sensation—just relax and enjoy it."
If Alana had had the strength she would have pointed out that trying to relax, while an intergalactic genie was kissing one's ass and one's nipples were being tormented by beads the size of boulders, was probably not something she was going to be very successful at. And she wouldn't have cared about her grammar either.
Hari gently moved away from her buttocks, rubbing them slowly and soothingly. Unable to help herself, Alana sighed—relieved but bereft.
She felt Sami bend to her neck and release the catch on the necklace. Hari, on the other hand, was still kissing and nipping her buttocks, keeping her arousal simmering. Gently, Sami eased the necklace out from under her chest. The softness of the sheets was a balm to her tender breasts—although they were still extraordinarily sensitive to the slightest movement of the fabric across their tips.
"Sami—the kiss of the camel, please?" asked Hari politely.
Alana's mind blanked.
Something cool and smooth settled at the base of her spine.
"This is one of our students' favorite treats, Alana," said Sami. "I believe you will find it most pleasurable..."
She tensed as she felt a rope of beads, as smooth and as round as marb
les, rolling around on her back. Hari's hand held one end to her spine and passed the other down along her cleft, letting the excess dangle across her swollen labia in a cool cascade. She sighed at the soothing feeling of the beads against her hot flesh.
Then Hari eased her cheeks apart and pulled the beads taut.
"Woweee..." she sputtered.
The beads were the perfect shape to fit snugly over her tight little anus, and when Hari increased the tension they fit her like a cork. Her tight ring of muscles was eased apart ever so slightly by the marble, and the feeling was incredible.
Her body once again registered this unfamiliar sensation by zinging her with the sexual equivalent of about a gigawatt of electric shocks.
"Alana, please release the tassels for a moment; we wish you to turn onto your back..." Sami pushed on her shoulder gently, indicating the way she was to turn.
It took almost all of her concentration to let go of the tassels. She'd become so used to hanging onto them for dear life that it was very hard to unclench her fingers.
Hari kept his hands on the beads as she gingerly rolled over, making sure that the tension never varied. He slid a little pillow beneath her back as she moved, catching the top of the beaded rope and allowing Alana's weight to hold it in place. The beads were firmly pressed against her—oh, God, were they firmly pressed against her. She couldn't decide if it was a good pressure or a bad pressure. It might take at least a couple of months for her to decide.
Her chest, however, was very relieved to be rid of its necklace, and—even better— Sami was pouring a delicately scented lotion onto her skin and beginning a soothing massage. She breathed a sigh of relief as Hari removed her blindfold and she could watch the erotic sight of Sami tending carefully to her chest.
His hands passed over and around her breasts, gentling away the dimples left by the necklace. Staying away from her nipples for the moment, he let his hands love her flesh, lifting, moving, stroking and smoothing her skin into a gentle hum.
Hari occasionally tugged slightly on the beads, just to remind her that they were there. This, thought Alana, had to be pretty close to Nirvana.