by MC, Doctor
“—to me,” said Gothika. “The woman also known as Ashley Holly Baker.” Gothika then put on a Southern accent and added, “But if any of y’all call me `Ashley Holly,’ you will dah a slow and painful dayuth.”
Meanwhile, I was looking at Ashley Lynn, expecting her to pick up her knapsack, mutter blushing apologies, and flee. Instead, she said, “Can we f—boink now, or do I got to wait some more? And can one of you teach me how to … kiss his thing?”
I was wracking my brains, trying to figure out a way to outsmart my Power, when Slave Jeanette spoke up. “Tim, I think you should do it. Take her cherry.”
Ashley Lynn looked at Slave Jeanette with a hopeful expression; Gothika and I looked at Slave Jeanette as if she were a Martian. “How do you figure that?” I asked.
Slave Jeanette replied, “You not only make a woman’s body feel good, you make her heart feel good too. Special. Desired. And good or bad, every woman remembers her first fuck.”
“How old are you?” Gothika asked Ashley Lynn.
“Eighteen and three months. And twenty-two days,” Ashley Lynn told me.
“Still a virgin at eighteen?” Slave Jeanette said. “Poor child.”
Gothika smiled at me. “She’s legal.” Then Gothika knelt in front of me again, saying, “But I wasn’t kidding. I have a promise to keep, and nobody’s getting near Tim till I keep it.” Then Gothika yanked down my shorts, and then grabbed my cock with her mouth.
Ever been sucked-off by a motivated and expert cocksucker, while a teen virgin watches you with an expression that combines amazement and lust? It seemed like mere seconds before I was thrusting my hips and moaning.
“She’s swallowing all his man-juice,” Slave Jeanette explained to Ashley Lynn. “Boys really, really like it when a girl does that. But a girl who refuses to, is a tease and a bitch.” Ashley Lynn nodded, but her eyes never left Gothika’s bobbing head.
When Gothika finally pulled her mouth off my happy cock, and I was putting my cock back in my pants again, the doorbell rang.
****
For the second time in an hour, I had to hurry to stuff my Gothika-sucked dick back in my pants. I opened the front door. Standing there was Ashley Lynn’s mother (and Brother Simon’s wife), Ashley Sue.
Ashley Sue looked relieved to see me. “Timothy!”
I said, “I don’t know how you found her, but she’s here,” as I opened the door and gestured Ashley Sue inside.
She looked confused. “Who is `her’?”
“Um, hi, Mom,” said Ashley Lynn.
“Honey, why are you here and not at Debbie’s?”
Ashley Lynn began, “Well, I couldn’t understand the lecture in geometry—”
I spun around. “What?”
As soon as I looked into the girl’s eyes, she said, “Actually, Mom, I came here to get my first times with Mister Hanson. To do, you know, sex stuff.”
Ashley Sue gasped. “Ashley Lynn, are you turning into a slut? After all that your father and I have done for you?”
But before the daughter could answer the mother’s question, the mom herself got put on the spot: Gothika asked, “If you didn’t know your daughter was here, why did you come here?”
“To invite everyone…” Ashley Sue stammered when I made eye contact with her. “Um, I told Simon that I was going here to invite everyone to our church next Sunday. And y’all are. Invited, I mean. But mainly…”
By now, Ashley Sue’s cheeks were red. The minister’s respectable wife took a breath, looked me in the eyes, and said, “Mainly, I came here to have sex with you here, Timothy, like I’ve never had before.” Behind me, Ashley Lynn gasped.
What was I supposed to do now? Fucking a minister’s wife—not to mention the minister’s virgin teen daughter—seemed to me wrong, wrong, wrong. But I couldn’t negate my Power in this, so my choices were either to enjoy both Ashleys, or watch them go straitjacket-crazy.
Behind me, Ashley Lynn asked, “Mister Hanson, does this mean you’ll get naked now?”
Chapter 15
Two Ashleys’ First Times
In my living room, Ashley Sue looked at me and said, “Mainly, I came here to have sex with you, Timothy, like I’ve never had before.” Behind me, Ashley Lynn gasped.
Then Ashley Lynn asked, “Mister Hanson, does this mean you’ll get naked now?”
“Come in my bedroom, both of you,” I said. “We need to talk.”
“`Talk’? Is that what you call it?” Gothika said.
I started to walk toward my bedroom. At that, Ashley Sue raised a hand and glared at her daughter. “Young lady, you don’t need to be a part of this. You go home right this instant.”
“Why? So you can cheat on Father without me seeing it? It’s still adultery.” Ashley Lynn was dressed like a goody-two-shoes, but right now she showed the rebellious face of a teen runaway.
“Ashley Sue, Ashley Lynn,” I said, “follow me, both of you.” I walked into my bedroom and both Effib women joined me there. Once in the bedroom, I said to them, “Ashley Sue, Ashley Lynn, each of you accept that you have a sexual need to be here and that the other one also needs to be here. Even if you don’t understand it, accept it.” They both nodded, and their tense postures relaxed.
But then Ashley Sue pointed to a twin mattress that was lying in a corner. “Why is there both a king-sized bed and a twin mattress in your bedroom?”
I had not shut my bedroom door, and so Gothika and Slave Jeanette were standing outside my doorway, watching and listening. Now Slave Jeanette replied, “That’s my bed. I sleep there when I’m not fucking Tim.”
“You treat her like a dog?” Ashley Lynn asked me. The girl’s expression was a mixture of outrage, curiosity, and excitement.
Gothika laughed. “First of all, Jen-Jen is my slave—she doesn’t rate a four-poster bed. Secondly, Tim’s girlfriend and his slave girl aren’t here right now.”
“I’m sorry?” Ashley Sue said to Gothika. “You have a slave, Timothy has a slave, and Timothy has a girlfriend?”
The mother had asked the question, but Gothika replied to the daughter: “Let that be a lesson to you. If you ever start shaking your naked boobs in guys’ faces on the job, one day you’ll be doing kinky shit off the job.”
I said, “To clarify what Gothika said: My bed sleeps three, it doesn’t sleep four. When Sarah and Slave Deborah are here, they sleep with me. So ordinarily, Slave Jeanette can’t fit on my bed. Hence, the mattress there.”
Ashley Lynn crossed her arms and tapped her foot. “This is all interesting, but we’re in your bedroom. Do we get naked now? Are we about to do sex stuff?”
“Yes, in a minute,” I replied.
I’d realized that if these two Ashleys were magically compelled to have sex with me (and would go crazy if they didn’t), it was my moral duty to have sex with both of them. Besides, this whole situation had me steel-hard again.
****
“In a minute, I will have sex with you, young lady,” I basically told Ashley Lynn. But then I looked at her mother and added, “But first I need to know what exactly you expect from me, when I romp with you.”
Ashley Sue said, “It has to be sex, with you, of a type I’ve never done before. I’ve never cheated on my husband before, so Timothy, I want you to fuck me till I scream.”
“You’ve never cheated on Hubby?” Gothika asked. “But surely you’ve wanted to, hm?”
“Of course not, never,” Ashley Sue snapped. But then she caught my glance, and she said, “Except when I found out that my husband was screwing Mary Bell. Then I felt like walking naked into a frat house.”
Ashley Lynn’s eyebrows shot up. “Mary Bell, the Choir Director? Our Mary Bell?”
“Uh-huh. So now you understand why I haven’t sent her a Christmas card for three years now.”
I said to Ashley Sue, “I’m not comfortable with fucking you, since you’re married. What about oral sex? Is that something you’ve never done before?”
“Oh, please. Si
mon made me suck his cock on our wedding night. Nowadays I have to blow him at least three times a week, Mary Bell or no Mary Bell.” She turned to her daughter and added, “`Be ye submissive to your husbands’ means that if he wants a blowjob, he gets a blowjob.”
Ashley Lynn shuddered. “Too much information, Mom!”
Ashley Sue shrugged. “Could be worse. Thank God, your father isn’t into—”
“Don’t say it, Ashley Sue!” I told her. I wasn’t about to butt-fuck a minister’s virgin daughter. But if anyone mentioned anal sex around Ashley Lynn, she would be compelled to add it to her list of “first times” with me.
Then I returned to the earlier topic. “What about cunnilingus?” I asked Ashley Sue. “What kinds have you received before?”
“Cunni-what?”
“Pussy-licking,” I explained. “The woman receiving oral sex.”
She looked at me in puzzlement. “Isn’t that what lesbians do?”
“So in all the time you’ve been married, Simon has never licked your pussy?”
Again I got a puzzled look. “How could he? He’s not a lesbian.”
I covered my eyes with my hand. “Slave Jeanette, explain birds, bees, and tuna tacos to Ashley Sue,” I said.
Slave Jeanette smiled at me and said to Ashley Sue, “It’s not just wild women who lick pussies. Most men do it too. In fact, Tim is talented.”
“Ooh, I gotta try that!” Ashley Lynn exclaimed. “Please, Mister Hanson, can we? Please?”
“Me too?” Ashley Sue said.
I said, “It looks like we have the agenda for the three-way worked out.” I began unbuttoning my shirt.
“Um, Mister Hanson?” Ashley Lynn squeaked. “Will they be…?” She was looking at my stripper housemates.
My hands left my shirt. I smacked my forehead, then walked to the doorway of my bedroom. Slave Jeanette was grinning; Gothika was smirking. I said, “Go watch some DVDs of `The L Word.’ Nothing to see here.” Then I shut my bedroom door.
****
I turned to the girl. “Ashley Lynn, I’m going to make love to your mother before I have sex with you. I know you have questions, but some of them will get answered if you watch carefully.”
Then I turned to the other woman there, who looked nervous. “Ashley Sue Effib,” I said, “enjoy all this, and don’t worry about what anyone sees you doing here.” Then I kissed her, long and slow.
Ashley Lynn remarked, “Mom, your nipples have gotten pointy.”
“It means his kiss is getting me hot,” Ashley Sue said, in a husky voice. Then she stepped back and reached for the buttons on her blouse.
“Nuh-uh,” I said. “Undressing you is my job.” I began to unbutton her blouse.
“Oh my,” she said. “The last time I was undressed by a man was my honeymoon.”
The shirttails of her blouse were tucked into her skirt. After I’d unbuttoned her blouse and as I was pulling the blouse free, I said, “Ashley Sue, you deserve better from Simon than you’re getting.” Neither mother nor daughter made reply.
Two minutes later, I had Ashley Sue bare to the waist, and I was sucking on a nipple. She enjoyed that: “Oh my. Oh my. Ohh, that feels good.”
Ashley Lynn asked, “Mom, why do you have your eyes closed?”
“Because, anything I see is a distraction right now. Timothy, that is very nice.”
The room was getting pungent with the smell of aroused female. After I unzipped Ashley Sue’s skirt and pushed it down to the floor, I moved my hand inside her panties. “You’re wet,” I said.
“So am I, Mister Hanson,” Ashley Lynn said. “I’m really wanting for someone to touch me where you’re touching Mom.”
I hugged Ashley Sue close to me with my left arm, while my right hand delighted her pussy and clit. Meanwhile, I turned to Ashley Lynn and said, “Young lady, you have a choice. You can wait a half-hour or an hour till it’s your turn with me, or else you can take matters in hand.”
“I’ll try to hold off, Mister Hanson. But I’m totally horny.”
By now I’d undressed the mother completely, and I was leading her to my bed. But I glanced over at Ashley Lynn and said, “Congratulations, girl. You’ve finally spoken a word that wasn’t Sunday School approved.”
I lay down with Ashley Sue. I kissed her on the lips, while I played with her pussy. Then I got on top of her, kissing her body. I treated her torso like a ski run: I kissed to the right, and I licked to the left, but always I was moving in one overall direction.
By the time that Ashley Sue’s pubic hair was stroking my chin, she was moaning and writhing, and she reeked of pussy juice.
I pushed myself up, looked Ashley Sue in the eyes, and asked, “Are you ready to receive your first pussy-licking?”
“Do it!”
I did. Her hips came right off the bed when my tongue touched her clit, and she screamed till she gasped for air. Beyond my bedroom door sounded whistles and applause.
I licked Ashley Sue’s pussy, and sucked on her clit, for a good long time. She really liked my trick of pushing a finger in her pussy, and both my thumb and my tongue stroking her clit at the same time.
Did she enjoy the time I spent licking her? Let me put it this way: I found myself wishing I’d brought a golf counter to bed. Did she orgasm so hard, and so often, because I was great at cunnilingus? Perhaps. Or perhaps Ashley Sue climaxed so well because she was so psyched up beforehand.
When I rolled off Ashley Sue and looked at the clock, forty-five minutes had passed.
“How was it, Mom?”
“Daughter, it was wondrous. Timothy, thank you, thank you.”
I climbed off the bed, looked at Ashley Lynn, and smiled. “I’m ready for you now, but I think you’d prefer for me to first wash my face and brush my teeth.”
“Please don’t take too long, Mister Hanson, okay?”
“Okay, but no more `Mister Hanson’ while you’re sucking my cock or I’m fucking you. Ashley Lynn, Ashley Sue, if sex is done right, we’re equals.”
When I stepped out of the master bathroom, I saw that Ashley Sue had pulled her panties back on. But she was making no effort to dress further. It isn’t often I see a topless minister’s wife.
I walked up to Ashley Lynn and put my hands on her girlish shoulders. “Are you ready to fuck away your cherry, suck cock, and get licked?”
“Shit yeah, Tim!” the virginal minister’s daughter replied.
“Language, young lady,” Ashley Sue said. But she was smiling.
****
“Here we go, Ashley Lynn,” I said. Then I kissed her. “Now I’m going to undress you.”
Minutes later, I had Ashley Lynn bare to the waist. She had great-looking skin that was also soft to the touch. Her tits were almost as big as her mother’s, and the girl’s “girls” had no sag to them. “Great tits,” I said.
Ashley Lynn smiled big. “You really think so?”
“Shit yeah, Ashley Lynn!” I said. All three of us laughed. I was cupping both teenaged tits at the time, tugging at the nipples, so I knew that both Ashleys knew I was sincere.
Ashley Sue stepped forward. “Now, honey, do to him what he did to you: Undress him to the waist.” Seconds later, the mother was telling the daughter, “That’s it, whenever you see skin of his, caress it. It’ll get both of you hot.”
Seconds later, I said, “Your mom is right, you know. Look, it’s gotten bigger and harder.” I was talking about the cock-bulge in my pants.
Ashley Lynn looked down, and her eyes got big. “Can I touch it?”
“Sure, in a little bit, you can touch it naked. But for right now, rub the front of my pants.”
“Oh, it’s like wood! Or steel.”
“And you made me that way.”
“Wow.”
“`Wow’ is right,” Ashley Sue murmured.
I sat Ashley Lynn on the edge of my bed, and pulled off her shoes and knee-high stockings. She returned the favor with my shoes and socks. Then I said, “Before I remove yo
ur skirt, I want you to remove my pants.”
She nodded and de-pantsed me. Then I “discovered” that when my pants were around my ankles, I needed her help to step out of them. She squatted down so that I could use her shoulder as a cane. Which by the way, put her face only inches from my boxers-covered dick. You better believe I had a boner.
Ashley Lynn’s eyes were wide. “Ooh, do we have to wait till we’re both naked to take the next step? Help me, Mom.”
“Hold on a sec,” I said. I walked to the nightstand by my bed, my erection swaying inside my boxers; seconds later, I returned holding a foil-wrapped condom.
Standing in front of Ashley Lynn, I gave her a sex-ed lecture—nearly naked, and with a hard-on:
“We guys hate putting on a condom. But Ashley Lynn, believe me when I tell you that we’ll always put one on when you make it clear that our choices are `wear a condom’ or `no sex.’ But guys will try to argue you away from that ultimatum; we’ll say, `I’m clean.’ Ashley Lynn, believe me: Some guys will say they’re clean when they think they’re not, and a few shitheads will swear they’re clean when they know they’re not.”
Ashley Sue asked, “Are you clean?”
“I haven’t been tested since last month,” I replied. I didn’t mention that before I got the Power, I’d been living like a monk, so who needs disease testing? I continued, “I’m currently involved with five women, seven counting you two—”
“Seven?” Ashley Sue echoed.
“—so if you and I had done anything other than cunnilingus, you better believe I’d have worn a condom.” I turned back to her daughter and said, “When you and I fuck, I’ll wear a condom. Besides not giving you a disease if I have one, nobody here wants my tadpoles hooking up with your basketball.”
“Thank you,” both Ashleys said.
“Blowjobs are a special case,” I continued, “Not only does the man hate to wear a condom during a blowjob, but the woman dislikes it too—”
“Amen,” said Ashley Sue.
“But if I don’t put on a condom, you run the risk of catching something. So what do you choose for me to do?”