I walked slowly on my way back to the apartment. My
loitering wasn't because I didn't want to see Tina, that was never true, nor
was it because I was so exhausted. True, I was tired and was looking forward to
sleep. Those things only served to keep me moving. I simply needed some time to
think.
By proxy, I'd been elected to take this lot of women into
the male world of the outside. Questions soon flooded my mind, but there were
very few answers that I could find.
Where am I supposed to take my little harem?
Obviously, someplace relatively safe.
How do we travel?
The subject has never come up.
Which group of men do I approach about our plan?
The women assumed I just knew.
My mind soon just quit with the strain. There were just
too many questions, and no answers. I soon decided there weren't any answers to
be found in the hall floor, and moved on at a faster clip.
As I passed the gallery door, I paused and peeked in at
Cindy. She was still as I'd left her, and mad as a hornet by the look of her.
"She's primed for a good prodding," I thought to myself, "but I
need some sleep before I do any more of that sort of thing." So I softly
moved on, not disturbing the hell-cat.
The library was my destination. I needed rest and I only
knew of one place where I could sleep like a log, and be held like a baby. Tina,
Lisa's sister. My home away from home.
I suppose I should have known, when Tina failed to appear
to watch Cindy's rape, that she had taken me seriously about finding a place in
the library to hang out. That's exactly what she did, find a place to hang out.
Gown, stockings, garter, bodice, necklace, anklets, bracelets, chains and all,
Tina was hanging by her bodice under the center chandelier.
"Oh, a light nymph!" was my first comment and I
walked up to Tina and looked directly up at her pouting vulva. "Nice view
too. You look so natural hanging there, like a ripe fruit, ready to pick."
"So pick me." Tina returned.
I made no verbal answer, but gauged her height and moved
to the wall and worked the windless the chandelier was hanging from, lowering
Tina until her pussy was just the right height to be at my head level when I
sat in a chair.
Next I moved a chair under her, then looked around until
I found the rod, used for moving the stack ladder. I used the hook to catch her
leashes and pulled her feet and legs up out of the way, then pulled her hands
to her sides so she couldn't interfere with my activities.
I then sat down to Tina's love canal at my nose level,
and immediately opened her vulva and sucked her clit between my teeth. Tina
gasped once then her hips began to stroke her pussy over my face, as I tongued
her vagina as deeply as I could and tattooed her clit with my nose. Tina was in
the swing of things, so to speak, and all I had to do was hold still, while she
humped my face.
Tina climaxed swiftly and my face was covered with her
juices almost as fast as she came. My neck cramped quickly, so, by adjusting
the chair slightly I was able to lean my head on the back, and her sex organ
would hang lightly on my face, using her clitoris like a telegraph key with my
nose when she hung still, and of course the contact between my nose and her
love button sent her into another round of pelvic thrusts. It turned out to be
a nice arrangement when I propped my head from rolling and could relax while my
apartment servant climaxed on the tip on my nose.
I don't know how long I sat there like that, but when
Flow woke me in the morning, the sky was near full light, and Tina was still
jerking over my face. My head was completely covered in her juices, my eyes
were glued shut, and it was running down my neck over my chest.
Later Tina told me she was able to remember very little
of that night as she passed in and out with the coming and going of her
constant climaxes. By the amount of her juices on my head and face the next
morning, I believe she may have suffered multiple orgasms without pause as long
as my face stayed propped under her electrified, velvet pussy, and her clit was
swollen completely out of its home in the upper folds of her vulva.
Later, in the wilderness, Tina would hang like that in a
tree, and ask me to sleep with my face just touching her pussy, but that was
later, when we'd made good our escape.
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