When Lisa finished her speech to me about
doing what we must, in spite of our feelings, none of the women appeared to be
in a hurry to continue our conversation, at least not along the lines it had
thus far taken. Lana, for the first time since I'd met her, just days ago, was
quiet.
"Look out," I thought. "Lana's
out of character!"
I was puzzled. What had just happened was not
the end of the world. I'd been wrong to react to the news that Lisa was being
sent away by striking out. But was I wrong to feel close to Lisa? I didn't feel
like I was, and I couldn't reason how I was. Lisa told me she wanted to stay
with me too and saw no reason not to. But we weren't the only two people here;
and we both could at least rationalize their arguments, if not feel as they
did.
That was the part that made this problem so
hard for us to deal with. Lisa and I could see it from both points of view. The
one we shared in our hearts, and the one we could rationalize as logically an
answer that could work. An impasse by all rights.
By all rights Lisa and I should have been
free to leave if we liked, or stay if we pleased. That was the normal outcome
of an Impasse situation. Nobody wins, nobody loses.
The other side of the argument saw the
impasse as opportunity lost. The problem was that their side made sense too.
What didn't make sense was the way that plan was failing. I'd spent many hours
pondering the reason such a simple plan should consistently fail.
The thing that really didn't make sense was
the way, the people in power could see no alternatives. The logic was easy to
follow, maybe too easy. Sense there is no workable alternative plan to try, and
we have to keep trying, then the only choice is the plan on the table.
I shrugged in a throw-away gesture and downed
the drink I'd been nursing. I looked at the empty glass and went to the buffet
for more ice, and alcohol. I might as well get drunk, this bunch is about as
lively as ..
...
*** *** *** *** ***
Lisa had followed me to the buffet and when
she had touched me, I had been completely unaware of her presence near me, and
jumped with the surprise as her gentle hands caressed me.
"Go ahead and pour your drink."
Lisa teased.
"And while your at it, pour one for me
to."
While she spoke she leaned on the buffet
beside me and ran her hands over my belly and groin. The sensations were so
thrilling I almost spilled the drink I was pouring, and had to put the pitcher
and glass down, and grab the buffet, to maintain my balance.
She was beside me now and her touch was
magic. My cock was as stiff as it ever had been and I could feel the rise of
semen. The feelings were incredible.
Lisa, "I think perhaps an Ice Breaker
would be useful, don't you?"
I was barely hearing let alone under standing
her words. She was standing close to me, with her back to the buffet on my left
side. Her left hand was rubbing my cock while her right hand was reached across
her body holding the hem of my heavy skirt up for her left hand. Lisa stretched
up and kissed my cheek while I simply stood and felt my flood rushing on it's
journey to... the top of the buffet. Lisa laughed and wiped up some of the
sticky stuff and licked her fingers.
In between licks, Lisa asked.
"Well, what about the Ice Breaker?"
"I'll think any thing you want me to
about it, all you have to do is tell me what an Ice Breaker is." And I
meant it.
Lisa finished cleaning up the mess on the
buffet with her fingers until she couldn't wipe any more up, then polished the
buffet with the tail of her robe. She picked up the drink I'd poured her, put
mine in my hand for me, and took my arm in hers as she took me back of the
silently, melancholy little group of women barely twelve feet from where she'd
surprised me twice in two minutes.
None of the five women had seen the action at
the buffet, or if they did, they never let me know. Lisa sat close by me on a
large over stuffed stool next to me. The others barely noticed us when we sat
in on their group. That was about to change.
*** *** *** *** ***
Lisa leaned to me like she wanted to say
something in a crowded, noisy room. I responded and leaned forward a bit when I
felt her grip my cock through my skirt! She pushed me back on the large stool
saying, "An Ice Breaker is someone, or something that breaks the
ice." Her attention to my cock was working it's magic. "The Ice is
the tension of an uncomfortable social situation, like this one." The
skirt was actually rising as my cock became more and more ridged.
"As I was saying, what this party needs
in an Ice Breaker." Lisa's hand slid up my leg from the knee. "And
since I'm the only one here who seems to know anything, I guess that means it's
you and me, Babe!" At the word Babe her hand reached my cock and balls.
Under my skirt in full view of the whole court! The shock of her touching me
made me suck in my breath and then a low groan of pleasure escaped me. I was
the groan that got the attention of the other five women.
Lisa laughed as she felt me growing under her
hands, and brightly reported to the rest that I was ready to penetrate one of
them. As she spoke she released her robes then pushing me down on the low wide
stool. She lifted my skirt, as she caught up my cock in her left hand while her
right hand delved into her cunt, bringing fourth a quantity of her lubricating
fluids. In one fluid motion she passed her right leg across me and sank down
onto my hips as her hands guided my cock into her hot, wet interior.
Lisa was on me so fast I didn't even have
time to think, and before I could control its reactions my body responded to
her and I delivered my semen into her hungry cunt. Lisa felt my delivery and
grinned widely at me sat firmly on me until her pussy had squeezed all it could
from my shrinking member.
I was still half erect when she stood and
moved away from me. She caught up the corner of her robe and wiped herself. She
then leaned down and wiped my dry then pulled my skirt over my cock. She was
beaming with self satisfaction as she took my hand and pulled me to her, and
thanked me for my service, adding that she enjoyed my cock. She then touched my
penis and asked if I minded if she sampled me again sometime soon, then gave my
member a tight squeeze and told me not to wait for her if I felt the need for
sex.
Lisa then motioned Toni to come closer and
told her what I had said just a few hours before. Toni's eyes grew wide and she
asked if I could really tell if a woman was ripe for conception. I returned
that I couldn't be absolutely sure, but a woman's body seemed to have something
about it when she was ready to conceive.
Lisa smiled at me as she retreated from me.
When she was nearly to the doorway she stopped and turned back to face us.
"Know this Geof. I have been filled by
your love daily now for a week. If you know of such things, then you will know
what I mean. If you don't, then ask your court of concubines. The first day
that we laid together, was three days before my flow was to begin. In seven
days time since then all I have shown is spots."
With those words still ringing in the air,
she turned, and was gone.
The five woman who were left with me all
pressed close as ten hands, one hundred fingers all started to explore my
bodies every surface. I felt my organ engorge itself as the groups attentive
and tender touching worked it's magic, and I soon suggested that we retire to
the carpeted floor of the open hall to continue this activity.
They five of them followed as I moved slowly
to the mentioned location and sat down. In no time the raven haired one grasped
my cock and then copied the example of Lisa. The rest of the women gathered
close and all of them together brought me to orgasm in Toni, who was firmly
holding her pussy tightly impaled on my cock. In just a few moments Toni was
off me and the cycle was begun again. The group was plainly disappointed that
my cock refused to rise again.
In my exhaustion the last thing I heard as I
drifted off to sleep was Lisa scolding the others for abusing me. She told
them, I later discovered, to let me rest and regain my strength between them or
I would be spent and useless by the end of the week. She suggested they draw
lots for the order of attentions, and then stick to that order. She then told
them that I was able to keep about 150 women pregnant constantly. In other
words one a day would be all one man could take care of properly.
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