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'Lo. So this is the last part. Hope y'all enjoyed it.
Later.
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She lay in the pillows. She covered her face and wrapped an arm around her
chest. She folded her legs together. She tried to work her way towards the
hard floor.
The men were suddenly away from her. She was out of their reach.
No, part of her whispered, they are out of your reach.
She began to cry. They started out as small sobs. She processed things very
quickly. Her mind and body fought to feel revulsion. She should feel naked
and ashamed and violated. Bad.
It was a long familiar feeling. An old friend.
But there was something new, as well. Something different. She felt loss.
That’s when her ache became too much and her sobs became cries.
She wondered why the men weren’t moving. Why weren’t they abusing her?
Isn’t that what they wanted? Violation and violence? The old friend inside
her crouched awaiting, head down. Ready for them. They can violate me and
hurt me all they want. They’ll never break me.
Why weren’t they moving?
We are.
She looked around her. The men were sitting around her, all naked now.
They had contemplative looks of concentration on their faces.
We never stopped trying.
Her old friend sent anger and bile to her lips. But her Loss bit it back hard.
Loss wanted to know why it was being denied.
“How...how did you find me?”
You know how.
“No...I...” the two forces fought for dominance over her mouth.
But I can’t be a Goddess. I’m not a Goddess. I’m barely even pretty they
must want...
“I did this.”
Yes.
“You’re....” the words refused to come. They absolutely refused.
Andres smiled at her encouragingly. “Try it. Say it.”
“You’re....not...” every word was a fight “....not...going ....to....”
“That’s it,” Carter said.
“..not..going...to ....hurt...me.”
Jensen shook his head and smiled. “Nope.”
“You...don’t ....you don’t want....anything from me...”
Devon grinned.
“Because....because....”
Kelsey moved through the space between them and took her by the hand
not covering her breasts.
“Because....” she whispered.
“It’s okay. That part is too hard to say. Let us.”
She closed her mouth and slumped her shoulders; done fighting.
The boys gently moved closer to her. She could feel them....their minds
reaching out to her. She stopped fighting.
They never stopped trying.
Andres lowered his head in front of her and looked up at her smiling.
“Because,” he said, “we love you. The simplicity of it is that there is always
love between us if we only let there be.” As she absorbed the thought, she
took Andres head and gently lowered it into her lap.
Then the weight of what she had done came crashing down on her. Her
mouth dropped open, gaping. Oh my God. “I ruined it...I’m...oh God I’m
so sorry...I ruined it...everything’s...” Her voice deteriorated into sobs.
Kelsey’s voice rung out with sweet majesty, making the windows shiver and
the air in the room hot. “I don’t see that. Is this over?”
Her chest heaved. She held Andres head in her lap, stroked his hair. They
waited. She could feel them at the new edges of her awareness. Devon laid
a hand on her shoulder.
“But I can’t! I tried! I tried to ...and I couldn’t!”
Devon squeezed her shoulder and said, “We met seven hours ago in a bar. I
think you’ve come a long way in a very short time.”
“But I’m not....I’m not the way you see me! I’m not worth that much-”
Jensen’s voice was buoyantly teasing, “Then how can we see you that way?
You become what perceive...you are becoming stronger and more free.” She
looked at him doubtfully. “Free,” he repeated. “You understand more, you
are more comfortable, you are...more....free.”
Carter, grinning yet again, “Also. You’re still naked.”
She laughed and felt a rush of gratitude for each of them, and with that rush
came another wave of awareness, of them reaching through the empty
space around her.
She tried to look at Kelsey and found she couldn’t. “But you did so much for
me...and I ruined it. I felt it. I ruined your moment. You opened up to me and
I ruined it.”
She slumped again, this time into the pillows. Andres head turned in her lap.
The other boys put their arms beneath her and lifted her, slid in to support
her with their bodies. She relaxed and rested on them. Kelsey reached out
and tipped her face to look at his.
The only way it can be ruined is if you stop trying.
I don’t know if I can do it. I saw what you saw in me. It was too much.
Suddenly, the air around her shifted. She shivered. She looked around at the
boys. She was nestled in with them....draped over them as they were
draped over each other.
Do you love us?
She was almost shocked by the question. “Oh my God! Of course I do! How
could I not?” She was equally astounded by how easily these words came
out of her, while the other words had taken so much fight. “I love all of you.”
She came back to her body completely. She was quivering and exhausted.
Most of her felt like jelly. The boys hands rested on her. She looked where
her hands where. One was touching Carter’s hair. The other was against
Andres’ hard chest. They were mostly hands and fingers before...hands
fingers and minds. One of her feet was lodged between Kelsey’s hip and
Devon’s tummy. The other, on the leg she still had folded in front of her was
dangling between Jensen’s legs. She felt a new shiver now that she saw
them as whole bodies. Whole, muscular, well-toned bodies, she
thought wickedly, grinning a bit. She caressed them, stretching her arms out
a little. She jiggled her foot and Jensen squirmed a bit and caught her foot.
Their hands began moving again. Her breath started coming faster again.
“Um,” she said, “What are you doing?”
Kelsey let his voice shiver through her. “You know what we’re doing. You
want to be with us, yes? To feel it again?” One of the boys hands had
reached from behind her and taken hold of one of her breasts.
“I don’t know if I can.”
“Well, no...of course not. If you did know that, we’d never have found you in
the first place,” he said. “But you’re going to try.”
She did not know what to say or think. But she didn’t need to. The blossom
of bodies she lay in slowly began to open. Her limbs were caressed and pulled
away from her. She opened hesitantly, unsure, unknowing, but, she
thought, Willing to find out.
“She’s awfully tense now,” said Jensen.
She apologized automatically. “I’m sorry...I...”
“No, no...it’s fine,” said Jensen, “I’m just thinking we might need to loosen
you up a bit.” He got up and trotted away, returning shortly with a tray of
water for them all and dark bottles of green glass, which they passed around.
She was laying flat out and her limbs were spread as they gathered around
her once more. She had to fight the urge to retract. Each took a bottle and
held it over her body, pouring out a thick, warm oil.
“You’ve got to be kidding me,” she moaned. Once again her breath started
coming in short gasps. Ten hands began to coat her, to massage her, to
caress her. They loved her with their hands and they worked her body over
until she was slick and squirmy.’
“Are you going to? Are you going to let me try again?” she tried to keep the
crazy hope she was feeling out of her voice. She wanted to maintain some
semblance of control.
“Of course we are,” said Kelsey.
“Will you tickle me?”
“Do you want us to?”
God, yes.
Then we will tickle you.
She felt lighter than she had ever felt in her whole life. She could feel her
body warming, opening. She felt her sex regain it’s fervour, it’s fever for
touch. She wanted them all to touch her, to pleasure her. They each moved
closer to her, applying still more oil. She began to roil over their bodies,
running hers over theirs, wanting to feel every part of them. They closed in
on her, engulfing her with their sweet scent and their beautiful, masculine
bodies.
“I want to be tickled,” she said out loud.
Yes.
“And when the time comes, I want you inside me. I want you to pleasure me
and then I want you inside me. Oh, my God, I want all of you to fuck me.”
Yes.
“And then,” she let herself be stunned by the power and decision in her
voice, “when you come...I want you to show me myself. But...”
Andres slid completely under her body and she arched her back. Other hands
were starting to lighten their touch. She could feel herself winding up all over
again. Andres wrapped his arms around her as she writhed against him. He
whispered in her ear, “But what?”
The boys slid their hands up her legs and she opened them wide, accepting
every tickling touch they wanted to give her. “oh oh oh ohohohhhh....” she
shivered. Her nipples tingled again and Andres reflexively touched around
them, teasing them.
“But I’m afraid,” she said. “I’m afraid I won’t be able to love myself.”
They tickled her harder. The oil was making it very difficult to concentrate.
But before she lost herself, she had time to understand. They were making
sure she wouldn’t throw up her defences, they were protecting her from
herself. Hands and fingers slid in and out of her erogenous zones. She cried
out a little.
“Are you a good girl?”
“Yes.”
“And do good girls get what they want?”
“Yes.”
“We’re just getting started, Love...”
They switched back to light tickling and she tried to stay still.
“Maybe you should tie me down again.”
We were just thinking that.
It went on for hours still. They paused here and there for water, or to eat
fruit or bits of chocolate. Otherwise, there was only pleasure. They slithered
around her slick, naked body, massaging her, loosening new muscles only to
tickle them again. The exquisite oils tingled and awoke her body again and
again. They pleasured her slowly over and over, each time building her to a
new height. They took it in turns to orally pleasure her. Each one of them
had their own style, and every time, she realized, the others would change
their teases and tickles to match. Carter never stopped tickling her thighs
while he licked her. When he slid inside her pussy, the others kept the
tickling up so she was never at rest, she was always squirming. Andres lifted
her onto him and rocked her backwards so her g-spot ground against the
head of his phallus. The others responded by groping her more roughly. With
Devon, it was more like a dance. They thrashed about and squirmed,
laughing, while the others supported them, all the while tickling her. He took
full advantage of her oily body by pulling her close to him and using his whole
body to pleasure her. Jensen teased her pussy endlessly...her kept her tied
down and let the others slow their stroking while he stayed poised above
her, penis tip moving only slightly just inside her, torturing the bundles and
bundles of nerves there. When he finally thrust into her, each stroke was
drawn out, each one taking most of a minute as he pushed himself as deep
as he could into her, rocking his hips gently, and then drawing himself back
out equally slowly, until he was barely inside her at all again...and the tease
would begin anew.
When each of them came, she held them as tightly as she could, rocking and
milking them, shifting and turning...merging her pleasure with the pleasure
she wished for them. And then they tickled again between each loving. She
knew she was feeling more pleasure than she could reasonably stand, but
she refused to back down from it. It scared her every time she closed on an
orgasm, every time they took over her senses with tickling. They used more
oil, more fingers, more teeth. They used toys: vibrating bullets against her
soles and vibrators on her ribs. For one terrifying bout of time they were all
armed with electric toothbrushes which, combined with the oil, made her
scream louder and harder then ever. She was floating, as if in a drug-haze.
She knew it was time again, because her sex was crying out for relief again.
And then Kelsey was above her again.
I’m going to do it...I’m going to feel it...I’m going to look through your eyes
and see you all tickling me, see you all fucking me. And when I do...I’ll
be...I’m going to be...
Say it, Love.
Beautiful.
They lifted her into the air, into Kelsey’s waiting arms. She looked into his
black eyes and saw her reflection. She was tousled and sweating and
exhausted. She had been fucked over and over. She had been tickled and
pleasured nearly beyond her capacity to feel. She had been crying. She had
been born again. And though the very words tickled, she thought them:
I am so
Beautiful.
Yes.
Later.
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She lay in the pillows. She covered her face and wrapped an arm around her
chest. She folded her legs together. She tried to work her way towards the
hard floor.
The men were suddenly away from her. She was out of their reach.
No, part of her whispered, they are out of your reach.
She began to cry. They started out as small sobs. She processed things very
quickly. Her mind and body fought to feel revulsion. She should feel naked
and ashamed and violated. Bad.
It was a long familiar feeling. An old friend.
But there was something new, as well. Something different. She felt loss.
That’s when her ache became too much and her sobs became cries.
She wondered why the men weren’t moving. Why weren’t they abusing her?
Isn’t that what they wanted? Violation and violence? The old friend inside
her crouched awaiting, head down. Ready for them. They can violate me and
hurt me all they want. They’ll never break me.
Why weren’t they moving?
We are.
She looked around her. The men were sitting around her, all naked now.
They had contemplative looks of concentration on their faces.
We never stopped trying.
Her old friend sent anger and bile to her lips. But her Loss bit it back hard.
Loss wanted to know why it was being denied.
“How...how did you find me?”
You know how.
“No...I...” the two forces fought for dominance over her mouth.
But I can’t be a Goddess. I’m not a Goddess. I’m barely even pretty they
must want...
“I did this.”
Yes.
“You’re....” the words refused to come. They absolutely refused.
Andres smiled at her encouragingly. “Try it. Say it.”
“You’re....not...” every word was a fight “....not...going ....to....”
“That’s it,” Carter said.
“..not..going...to ....hurt...me.”
Jensen shook his head and smiled. “Nope.”
“You...don’t ....you don’t want....anything from me...”
Devon grinned.
“Because....because....”
Kelsey moved through the space between them and took her by the hand
not covering her breasts.
“Because....” she whispered.
“It’s okay. That part is too hard to say. Let us.”
She closed her mouth and slumped her shoulders; done fighting.
The boys gently moved closer to her. She could feel them....their minds
reaching out to her. She stopped fighting.
They never stopped trying.
Andres lowered his head in front of her and looked up at her smiling.
“Because,” he said, “we love you. The simplicity of it is that there is always
love between us if we only let there be.” As she absorbed the thought, she
took Andres head and gently lowered it into her lap.
Then the weight of what she had done came crashing down on her. Her
mouth dropped open, gaping. Oh my God. “I ruined it...I’m...oh God I’m
so sorry...I ruined it...everything’s...” Her voice deteriorated into sobs.
Kelsey’s voice rung out with sweet majesty, making the windows shiver and
the air in the room hot. “I don’t see that. Is this over?”
Her chest heaved. She held Andres head in her lap, stroked his hair. They
waited. She could feel them at the new edges of her awareness. Devon laid
a hand on her shoulder.
“But I can’t! I tried! I tried to ...and I couldn’t!”
Devon squeezed her shoulder and said, “We met seven hours ago in a bar. I
think you’ve come a long way in a very short time.”
“But I’m not....I’m not the way you see me! I’m not worth that much-”
Jensen’s voice was buoyantly teasing, “Then how can we see you that way?
You become what perceive...you are becoming stronger and more free.” She
looked at him doubtfully. “Free,” he repeated. “You understand more, you
are more comfortable, you are...more....free.”
Carter, grinning yet again, “Also. You’re still naked.”
She laughed and felt a rush of gratitude for each of them, and with that rush
came another wave of awareness, of them reaching through the empty
space around her.
She tried to look at Kelsey and found she couldn’t. “But you did so much for
me...and I ruined it. I felt it. I ruined your moment. You opened up to me and
I ruined it.”
She slumped again, this time into the pillows. Andres head turned in her lap.
The other boys put their arms beneath her and lifted her, slid in to support
her with their bodies. She relaxed and rested on them. Kelsey reached out
and tipped her face to look at his.
The only way it can be ruined is if you stop trying.
I don’t know if I can do it. I saw what you saw in me. It was too much.
Suddenly, the air around her shifted. She shivered. She looked around at the
boys. She was nestled in with them....draped over them as they were
draped over each other.
Do you love us?
She was almost shocked by the question. “Oh my God! Of course I do! How
could I not?” She was equally astounded by how easily these words came
out of her, while the other words had taken so much fight. “I love all of you.”
She came back to her body completely. She was quivering and exhausted.
Most of her felt like jelly. The boys hands rested on her. She looked where
her hands where. One was touching Carter’s hair. The other was against
Andres’ hard chest. They were mostly hands and fingers before...hands
fingers and minds. One of her feet was lodged between Kelsey’s hip and
Devon’s tummy. The other, on the leg she still had folded in front of her was
dangling between Jensen’s legs. She felt a new shiver now that she saw
them as whole bodies. Whole, muscular, well-toned bodies, she
thought wickedly, grinning a bit. She caressed them, stretching her arms out
a little. She jiggled her foot and Jensen squirmed a bit and caught her foot.
Their hands began moving again. Her breath started coming faster again.
“Um,” she said, “What are you doing?”
Kelsey let his voice shiver through her. “You know what we’re doing. You
want to be with us, yes? To feel it again?” One of the boys hands had
reached from behind her and taken hold of one of her breasts.
“I don’t know if I can.”
“Well, no...of course not. If you did know that, we’d never have found you in
the first place,” he said. “But you’re going to try.”
She did not know what to say or think. But she didn’t need to. The blossom
of bodies she lay in slowly began to open. Her limbs were caressed and pulled
away from her. She opened hesitantly, unsure, unknowing, but, she
thought, Willing to find out.
“She’s awfully tense now,” said Jensen.
She apologized automatically. “I’m sorry...I...”
“No, no...it’s fine,” said Jensen, “I’m just thinking we might need to loosen
you up a bit.” He got up and trotted away, returning shortly with a tray of
water for them all and dark bottles of green glass, which they passed around.
She was laying flat out and her limbs were spread as they gathered around
her once more. She had to fight the urge to retract. Each took a bottle and
held it over her body, pouring out a thick, warm oil.
“You’ve got to be kidding me,” she moaned. Once again her breath started
coming in short gasps. Ten hands began to coat her, to massage her, to
caress her. They loved her with their hands and they worked her body over
until she was slick and squirmy.’
“Are you going to? Are you going to let me try again?” she tried to keep the
crazy hope she was feeling out of her voice. She wanted to maintain some
semblance of control.
“Of course we are,” said Kelsey.
“Will you tickle me?”
“Do you want us to?”
God, yes.
Then we will tickle you.
She felt lighter than she had ever felt in her whole life. She could feel her
body warming, opening. She felt her sex regain it’s fervour, it’s fever for
touch. She wanted them all to touch her, to pleasure her. They each moved
closer to her, applying still more oil. She began to roil over their bodies,
running hers over theirs, wanting to feel every part of them. They closed in
on her, engulfing her with their sweet scent and their beautiful, masculine
bodies.
“I want to be tickled,” she said out loud.
Yes.
“And when the time comes, I want you inside me. I want you to pleasure me
and then I want you inside me. Oh, my God, I want all of you to fuck me.”
Yes.
“And then,” she let herself be stunned by the power and decision in her
voice, “when you come...I want you to show me myself. But...”
Andres slid completely under her body and she arched her back. Other hands
were starting to lighten their touch. She could feel herself winding up all over
again. Andres wrapped his arms around her as she writhed against him. He
whispered in her ear, “But what?”
The boys slid their hands up her legs and she opened them wide, accepting
every tickling touch they wanted to give her. “oh oh oh ohohohhhh....” she
shivered. Her nipples tingled again and Andres reflexively touched around
them, teasing them.
“But I’m afraid,” she said. “I’m afraid I won’t be able to love myself.”
They tickled her harder. The oil was making it very difficult to concentrate.
But before she lost herself, she had time to understand. They were making
sure she wouldn’t throw up her defences, they were protecting her from
herself. Hands and fingers slid in and out of her erogenous zones. She cried
out a little.
“Are you a good girl?”
“Yes.”
“And do good girls get what they want?”
“Yes.”
“We’re just getting started, Love...”
They switched back to light tickling and she tried to stay still.
“Maybe you should tie me down again.”
We were just thinking that.
It went on for hours still. They paused here and there for water, or to eat
fruit or bits of chocolate. Otherwise, there was only pleasure. They slithered
around her slick, naked body, massaging her, loosening new muscles only to
tickle them again. The exquisite oils tingled and awoke her body again and
again. They pleasured her slowly over and over, each time building her to a
new height. They took it in turns to orally pleasure her. Each one of them
had their own style, and every time, she realized, the others would change
their teases and tickles to match. Carter never stopped tickling her thighs
while he licked her. When he slid inside her pussy, the others kept the
tickling up so she was never at rest, she was always squirming. Andres lifted
her onto him and rocked her backwards so her g-spot ground against the
head of his phallus. The others responded by groping her more roughly. With
Devon, it was more like a dance. They thrashed about and squirmed,
laughing, while the others supported them, all the while tickling her. He took
full advantage of her oily body by pulling her close to him and using his whole
body to pleasure her. Jensen teased her pussy endlessly...her kept her tied
down and let the others slow their stroking while he stayed poised above
her, penis tip moving only slightly just inside her, torturing the bundles and
bundles of nerves there. When he finally thrust into her, each stroke was
drawn out, each one taking most of a minute as he pushed himself as deep
as he could into her, rocking his hips gently, and then drawing himself back
out equally slowly, until he was barely inside her at all again...and the tease
would begin anew.
When each of them came, she held them as tightly as she could, rocking and
milking them, shifting and turning...merging her pleasure with the pleasure
she wished for them. And then they tickled again between each loving. She
knew she was feeling more pleasure than she could reasonably stand, but
she refused to back down from it. It scared her every time she closed on an
orgasm, every time they took over her senses with tickling. They used more
oil, more fingers, more teeth. They used toys: vibrating bullets against her
soles and vibrators on her ribs. For one terrifying bout of time they were all
armed with electric toothbrushes which, combined with the oil, made her
scream louder and harder then ever. She was floating, as if in a drug-haze.
She knew it was time again, because her sex was crying out for relief again.
And then Kelsey was above her again.
I’m going to do it...I’m going to feel it...I’m going to look through your eyes
and see you all tickling me, see you all fucking me. And when I do...I’ll
be...I’m going to be...
Say it, Love.
Beautiful.
They lifted her into the air, into Kelsey’s waiting arms. She looked into his
black eyes and saw her reflection. She was tousled and sweating and
exhausted. She had been fucked over and over. She had been tickled and
pleasured nearly beyond her capacity to feel. She had been crying. She had
been born again. And though the very words tickled, she thought them:
I am so
Beautiful.
Yes.
