by Paul Blades
Melissa leaned over and, making herself as tall as she could on her knees, placed a tender kiss on Kelly's forehead. Kelly's breasts pressed against her taut, youthful belly. She leaned back and caressed Kelly's face.
"Oh, Dr. Jameson,” she said, “I'm so happy for you. You're so nice."
Kelly was awash in tender sentiment for the two girls who had been left as caretakers for her in her lord and master's absence. Her body still reverberated from her bout of passion at the hands of the young, blond woman. She felt oddly proud they saw her as a kind of shrine to the dream man. Part of her mind knew she should be offended and disconcerted at her callous treatment, being bound and gagged in her own house and left as a plaything for the two young women. But their affection for her was so genuine and their innocence so compelling she pushed those thoughts aside.
Melissa hesitatingly put her hand down near Kelly's exposed, hairless sex. Her friend withdrew hers and made room for the smaller, brown haired girl. Melissa's fingers made tentative contact with the smooth skin and then, gaining confidence, she cupped the older woman's pudenda with her palm, rubbing it tenderly.
"Ohhhhh!” Melissa exclaimed. “It's so soft and smooth!” She looked at her blond friend and smiled. “I like it!"
Felicity smiled back and put her own hand over her friend's “Put your finger inside,” she said conspiratorially. “It's really soft and warm."
Melissa giggled slightly and extended a finger from her hand and slipped it between Kelly's smooth love lips, making the woman sigh. “Ohhhh!” she repeated. “It feels good! It's like its mine, but it somebody else's. It feels, well, different."
Felicity took her arm and put it over her friend's naked shoulder. She whispered in her ear. Melissa's body shuddered as she felt the close contact of her friend's body, the press of her breast against her arm. She suppressed another giggle at Felicity's suggestion.
"Oh, I don't know,” she said, bashfully.
"Come on,” Felicity continued, louder this time. “Ramón'll like it."
This was the key expression. Melissa, smirking, nodded her agreement. “Ok,” she said. “I'll do it if you do."
Felicity leaned over and planted a small kiss on Kelly's right nipple. “We'll be back in a little while, Dr. Jameson."
The girls both rose to their feet. “I'll go in the bathroom. You look in the kitchen for a bowl or something and put some hot water in it,"
the taller blond girl instructed her friend.
Kelly watched the girls run off. For a moment she panicked. They weren't going to leave her, were they? Felicity returned first, holding Kelly's razor in one hand and a can of shaving cream in the other. Melissa appeared next, holding one of her mixing bowls full of hot water.
The girls looked at each other like school girls intent on playing some prank. “Let's do it in the bedroom,” Felicity suggested.
From her perch in the hallway, Kelly had a clear view of the bedroom through the mirror on the wall. The girls hesitated for a moment, standing by its foot, and she heard Felicity tell Melissa she would do her first. Melissa crawled up on the bed, her ass at its end and opened her legs widely, just as Kelly did each morning when Adele removed her nightlong pubic growth. “Be careful, okay?” she heard her tell her friend, her voice tentative and unsure.
Kelly watched intently as she saw Felicity lay a thick layer of foam over Melissa's loins and work it into the thick hair. She swirled the razor around in the hot water and then went to work.
Melissa kept telling her friend to be ‘careful’ and writhed her hands nervously on her belly. “You've got to hold still, Liss!” Felicity warned her.
"Okay, okay,” the pretty girl responded dolefully.
Within a few minutes, Melissa's slit was hairless and smooth. Before they changed places, Felicity came running out and got a bowl of fresh, hot water and scurried back. Melissa was sitting on the bed, her legs dangling over the end. She was rubbing her naked mound. “It feels so funny,” she said. “It's neat."
"Come on and do me,” Felicity instructed her. She put the hot bowl of water on the floor and the girls exchanged places. Her pubic hair was thinner and sparser than her friend's and Melissa's job was over quickly. The brown haired girl rubbed her hand over the smooth surfaces of Felicity's now hairless pussy. Felicity had raised her body up on her elbows and Melissa's eyes locked with her friend's, a guilty, embarrassed look crossing over her face. There was a moment of pregnant silence between them.
Felicity broke the spell. “Let me put some lotion on you, Liss. It'll make it feel real nice."
Without waiting for her friend's approval, the blond girl hopped off the bed and hurried into the bathroom. She smiled at Kelly as she passed her. She returned in a moment with a tube of skin cream.
"Come on, Liss,” she told her friend. “Get up on the bed."
Melissa hesitated at first, but then climbed onto the mattress. The blond girl lay on her back next to her, her body fully extended. “Do me first,” she told her. “And then I'll do you."
Felicity was lying to Melissa's left as she faced her, farthest away from the mirror. Kelly watched the brown haired girl take a dollop of cream from the tube and begin to smear it on Felicity's proffered loins. The blond girl had her knees bent and her legs spread wide.
"Ohhhh, Liss,” she moaned as the smaller girl worked the lotion into her tender skin, “that feels so good. Don't stop. Put on some more."
Melissa took another squeeze of lotion and, after letting it warm in her hand for a moment, gently placed her palm and fingers on her friend's love lips and caressed them softly.
"Ohhhh, yea, Liss,” Felicity moaned. “That feels so nice.” She luxuriated in her friend's delicate touch for several minutes. Then she placed her hand on Melissa's wrist and announced in a soft, husky, impassioned voice, “Now let me do you."
Felicity rose from her back and guided her friend to hers. When Melissa had been applying the lotion to her blond friend's shaved loins, Kelly had only been able to see the smaller girl's back and the movements of her arm between her friend's legs. But now that the girls had shifted positions, she could see Melissa's extended torso, her soft round breasts as they lay peacefully on her chest, her pretty, mesmerized face. She could also see the impassioned glow in the blond girl's as she looked over her friend's recumbent form, her pretty breasts as they swayed softly, the stiffened nipples evidencing her arousal.
Felicity took some lotion in her right palm and let it warm for a second. Melissa was lying with her legs flat and together. “Spread your legs, Liss, and lift your knees so I can get at your pussy,” Felicity instructed her softly. Melissa looked up at her friend, momentarily undecided. Her brown eyes were large and watery. “Oh, Felicity,” she murmured, placing her hand on her arm. “I'm scared."
"Don't be scared, Liss. I'm not going to hurt you. We're friend's right?"
Melissa nodded dolefully.
"Then lift you legs for me so I can put some lotion on you. You'll see, it'll feel really good."
The small brown haired girl slowly lifted her knees. Felicity gently nudged them apart and took a position kneeling next to her friend's small, beauteous form. She placed her hand between her thighs and began to rub it over the timid girl's love lips. Kelly watched the hand work slowly and rhythmically between the supine girl's legs. The blond girl's attentions divided between an intense gaze at the workings of her hand and her friend's face. Melissa's eyes were closed as she absorbed the feel of her friend's gentle fingers on the plump mound of her sex. Kelly could see the signs of her nascent passion. Her lips were parted and her tongue flitted over them. Her breathing was becoming deep and heavy. The nipples on her breasts were standing firm and tall.
As Kelly watched he unfolding tableau, her own passions began to rise. Her breasts began to get tight and her pussy tingled. She tried to shift her position, but her bound hands and tied off ankles gave her little room for maneuver. In the mirror in her room, Felicity had moved her body down onto the
bed, lying next to her friend, making full contact with her. She took one of the small, brown haired girl's nipples in her mouth and began to suck on it gently. Melissa moaned and her hips shifted. Her right arm was trapped between their two bodies, but her left hand was free and she placed it on the blond girl's head, stroking her hair. Felicity looked up at her and, raising her torso, gently placed her lips on Melissa's. The girls exchanged a warm, luxuriant kiss. Melissa's free hand drifted to Felicity's breast and squeezed it gently. The blond girl broke their kiss and Kelly heard her whisper quietly to her friend, “Put your hand on my pussy, Liss, play with me until I come,” before she took the baby faced, young girl's lips once again.
Kelly's arousal began to become intense as she stared at the image of the two love making young girls in the mirror. It was like she was there with them and she was not. She could hear their moans and cries of lust as if they were right next to her. But at the same time, their reflected images as they feverishly worked each other's young, nubile bodies made them seem distant, unreal.
Melissa had turned her back to the mirror, the better to face her friend and Felicity's right arm had snaked under her neck and was holding onto her head from behind, forcing their lips together. Her upper leg was raised and her foot was flat down on the bed so as to give her friend better access to her now hairless pussy.
It was Melissa who came first. She gave a long, low moan and her body began to shake. She broke their kiss and cried out, “Oh, Fel! Oh Fel! Oh! Oh!” as her orgasm overtook her. Kelly could see Felicity's hand working feverishly between her thighs. She must have, in post orgasmic bliss, slowed her efforts at her friend's pussy since Felicity began to exclaim, “Oh, don't stop, Lissa! Don't stop! Oh, fuck me! Fuck my cunt! Make me come! Oh god! Yes! Yes!"
Kelly saw her arm pull Melissa's lips back to hers fiercely as her other hand continued its relentless delivery of pleasure to her friend's puss. The small girl's body stiffened again and she resumed her moaning and shaking. They were exclaiming their pleasures in unison, loud, staccato cries of pleasure muffled by each other's lips, until finally, as their efforts slowed, their moans became whimpers and then long, languorous sighs while their bodies came to rest.
Kelly's own lust was on the burn from watching the lascivious display of the naked, young bodies in heat. The man had done this to her, she knew that. She had never been this way, never lusted for the feel and taste of female flesh. But the fact that her passion was induced did not make it any less real. She squeezed her thighs in frustration as her eyes begged for the return of the two young girls to their duties. She pressed her teeth down on the thick gag in her mouth, receiving a flow of dizzying lust from it. She at once despised herself for her need and rejoiced in it, her body being electrified with sensation.
The two young women lay pressed against each other, holding their bodies tight. “I'm so glad you're my friend, Liss,” Felicity whispered softly.
"I love you, Fel,” the smaller girl answered.
"Me too, Liss. I love you too.” They kissed, opening their mouths and exchanging their tongues. Then, suddenly, Felicity broke it off. “Oh shit! We forgot about Dr. Jameson!” she exclaimed.
The two young women slid off the bed and rushed out into the hall. They knelt in front of the naked and bound scientist, their employer and, now, their goddess. “I'm so sorry, Dr, Jameson,” Felicity said, her hand caressing the anxious older woman's long, wavy auburn hair while staring into her distressed face. She turned to Melissa. “See, she needs us. It's your turn to make her come."
Melissa looked at the nude, proffered form of the woman and licked her lips. “I, I don't know what I should do,” she said plaintively.
"Just kiss her and rub your body against her for starts. Do what you would want her to do to you."
The small, chestnut haired girl looked lustfully at Kelly's body. She shifted her knees so she was closer and directly in front of her and she leaned forward and put her arms around the older woman's neck. She pressed her breasts against Kelly's and began a slow, rhythmic motion, sliding the front of her torso against the bound woman's. She then circled her dainty arms under Kelly's and pulled against her naked back, forcing their bodies tightly together.
Kelly reveled in the heat of the young woman's soft, girlish flesh. She closed her eyes and let the pleasure of their contact flow through her, the vision of her recently impassioned face in her mind. Felicity just knelt there watching, admiring her friend's efforts to please the older woman.
After a short while, Melissa pulled herself back and looked at Felicity. Her face was livid with desire. “Can I kiss her?” she asked, timidly.
"I guess it's okay,” Felicity answered, and she leaned over and released the belt that held Kelly's gag firmly between her lips. She slowly eased it out until the woman's mouth was free.
Melissa stroked Kelly's cheek softly while gazing lovingly into her eyes. “You're so nice, Dr. Jameson,” she said. Her eyes were watering with tears, overcome by emotion. She closed them, one hand holding the back of the bound woman's head, and pressed her lips against Kelly's, sliding her tongue inside her mouth.
Kelly moaned as the younger woman's tongue enflamed her. Her body was afire from where their flesh had met. Her pussy burned with need. As the young girl kissed her, she slid her hands down her sides and over her hips. One hand continued down across her sensitive belly and found her clean smooth mons, while the other rose up and seized a breast. Kelly sucked hungrily at the young woman's tongue as her hands enflamed her. She groaned with pleasure as Melissa's small fingers delicately opened her slit and delved inside. Her body shook with anticipation of her climax when she felt a finger stroke her hard bud of pleasure softly.
The enraptured girl engaged in a long, determined inflammation of Kelly's cunt, making the older woman writhe and moan. When she sensed the immanency of the captive woman's orgasm, she intensified her efforts at pleasing her. Her hand began to franticly stroke her pussy, her mouth pressed firmly against the older woman's lips. She squeezed her breasts hard, pulling at her stiff nipples. When Kelly came, her body convulsed with pleasure.
Melissa was pleased she had brought to bound woman to climax. As Kelly's orgasm faded, she kissed her face and hugged her. She turned and looked at her friend. “That was outrageous!” she said excitedly. Felicity nodded her excited agreement and then gave her a kiss and hugged her.
"We have to put her gag back in,” she said. She had been holding it like a treasure while her friend had pleasured the bound woman. She pressed it against her lips and, in her post orgasmic fog, Kelly opened her mouth and accepted it.
Across town, Ramón was reading Hardings’ computer programs on Kelly's laptop at the Starlite Motel. Hannah Greene and Adele were making love to each other in the large king sized bed. Their slurps and moans were more than moderately distracting. Ramón had pleasured the dark skinned woman first, rewarding her for her service and binding her more strongly to him. Hannah had not objected when Adele had disrobed and joined them. He had watched them twist and turn frantically against each other for a while, his lusts stirred by the sight of the delightful contrast between their brown and white skins in feverish contact. He wanted to review the files and get back to the house as soon as he could so he restrained his impulse to provide himself with more pleasure by joining them.
The files were very helpful. He had already singled out several projects where he could be of great assistance to the businessman. He would need to get hold of some of the actual engineering drawings and some additional files. That meant he would have to meet Mrs. Greene again. But he didn't want to arouse any suspicions of her activities and so he would wait at least a week. Also, he would need to obtain the services of an engineer capable of putting his innovations down on paper, someone skilled at technical drawings. He could do it, but it would be time consuming to learn the physical skills inherent in drawing and to accomplish the tedious task of making drawings himself.
He made a note for his servant t
o scour the engineering firms in the area for a female qualified to do the work. It would mean converting another woman to his will, but it couldn't be helped. With the limited funds of his familiar's grant, he couldn't afford to pay an engineering firm to do it and, even if he could, he could not be assured of the confidentiality his work required. Especially when it came to designs he would have to author with regard to the equipment he needed to build for his own purposes. The technology would be far too advanced for this culture and would amount to a significant interference in its development, something that, as a dimensional jumper, he was bound by the ethics of the Whole not to do.
Ramón wondered how far the renegade had gone in introducing new technology to this dimension. It was another reason he had to be stopped. The renegade might think he could control any inventions he made, but leaks were inevitable. Moreover, to paraphrase one of the poets he had read during a break from his research, if you cut him, he would bleed. A bullet or a knife would end his existence as readily as it would any actual human person. An ambitious subordinate could assassinate him and try to achieve local or even world domination through the weapons that could easily be made possible. Planetwide conflagration would be the eventual result. No, the renegade must be stopped. All other considerations, even the diversion of sentients from the normal pathways of their lives, either temporarily or permanently, had to give way to that goal.
After about an hour, he was finished. The women were sleeping, having exhausted themselves. He called to them from their slumber and gave Hannah a long drink from his cock before he let her dress. He watched her blissful, dark face as she suckled him, admiring the deep, rich tones of her skin as he received his pleasure and absorbed her psychic emanations of lust. Through his passionate haze, he pondered at the oddity that the sentients with the most pleasing and warm tones of skin were considered inferior by so many of the white skinned humans. He would have thought it the other way around, that the interesting, variated tones of their skin would have made them a sort of nobility among their fellow creatures, but he was no sociologist and he had other, more compelling issues to solve.