Signed First Edition Ch. 06

"We know you are going to ask Tod to try and impregnate Elaine again. He, in turn, insists that you make love to Sandy. This only seems fair, and we give our full consent." It was signed by both girls.

"This makes no sense!" I groused. "There's no goal to achieve. It wasn't part of the procedure."

She threw back her head and laughed merrily. "The scientist to the end!" she declared. "Very well then ... how many times have unintended achievements been made that were not part of the planned procedure?"

I gawked at her for awhile, then smiled, despite myself. "That's a logical fallacy. Argumentum Verbosum."

"It's hard to think logically when your strong, masculine hand is rubbing against my erect, throbbing nipple," she replied.

I laughed. "Sandy, this is a side of you that I've never ...."

"Oh, don't worry about the mouse. You WANT this, Rod. And I want this!"

Finally, I broke the code. I jerked my hand away, making her groan in disappointment. "Who ARE you?" I asked accusingly.

"I'm someone who WANTS you, Rod. I ACHE for you. Please, let me suck you. I can make you cum SO hard, and I'll drink every drop, I promise!"

"Shut up, Sandy," I ordered calmly but firmly.

"Yes, Master," she intoned, and immediately ceased her struggle to embrace me.

"If everybody is so all-fired determined for me to make love to you, why did he leave you like this?" I asked. "Why didn't he just give you some instructions and wake you up? Did the REAL Sandy sign that letter, or was it you?"

"Oh, no, Master. She signed it, alright. She wants you ... she always has. She's in love with you, but she'd never admit it, the silly mouse! She's SOOOOOO afraid!" She held up both hands just under her chin, wriggling her fingers, imitating a mouse. "It would never occur to her to just reach out and take what she wants! If I was in charge, I'd have seduced you MONTHS ago!"

"Does Elaine know how you feel? Have you talked about this?"

"Ha! Are you kidding? If ONE little mousie can't talk about it, what would you expect when TWO of them get together? Oh, she KNOWS, of course. But DISCUSS it? Give me a break!"

"Enough, Sandy," I ordered.

"Yes, Master."

I thought about it for a long minute, joyously uninterrupted. Finally, I tilted her chin up until she was looking directly into my eyes. She didn't resist. "Wake up!" I ordered, and snapped my fingers loudly, just inches from her eyes.

She blinked, and blinked again. She made a small noise, deep in her throat, then she reached up and covered her breasts. "Oh, Rod ..." she said plaintively. She took a deep breath and lowered her hands to her sides, where they shook slightly. "Did you ... uh ... did we ... um ... did you ..?"

I smiled tenderly down at her. "No, of course I didn't."

A tear suddenly formed at the corner of her right eye. "No," she whispered softly. "Of course you didn't."

"Is that the way you really want it, Sandy? Do you desire doing something ... but not want to know when you've done it ... or remember doing it at all?"

"But ... she's so much better than I am," Sandy whined. "Tod likes her better. I just want him to be happy. I just want YOU to ...."

"And what makes you think that you aren't capable of giving either of us exactly what we need?" I insisted. "Just look at you!" I reached out and took both of her hands in mine, then held them out to either side of her and feasted my eyes on her body. She blushed hotly, but didn't try to stop me. "You're beautiful, Sandy."

"But this is HER body, too. When Tod wakes me up sometimes, and I'm tingly and breathless and full of his cum ... and I can tell he is SO satisfied by whatever she's done to him, then ...."

"Yes," I interrupted, "but I've met her, briefly, and while you share a gorgeous body, YOU are sharp and witty and shy and loving. If I had to choose, I'd pick you ... every time."

"Met her briefly?" She suddenly appeared flustered. "How long have we been here together?"

"Just a few minutes. Why?"

All at once, she appeared determined about something. "Then ... they've just gotten started." She looked past me, toward the closed door. "Rod ... I want to see them together. Can I? Please?"

I shook my head. "I promised him I wouldn't interfere this time. He got pretty pissed at me last year because I sort of orchestrated things."

Before I could react, she'd ducked past me and opened the door. "We won't interfere, I promise!" She snatched my hand and pulled me after her, down the hall. I'm sure we made a fine sight ... the petite naked beauty creeping silently down the carpeted hall, leading her husband's brother in search of voyeuristic pleasures. I tried to stop our forward progress twice, but she finally dug in her heels and pulled me like she was leading a stubborn mule in her wake, until we'd finally gotten to the corner that would allow us a view of the living room. She stole a look and gasped slightly, tightening her grip on my hand, and despite all my good intentions, I leaned forward, pressing my body into her back as I did so, and I peeked over the top of her head around the corner.

They were on top of a throw blanket that was usually draped across the back of the couch, but now it had been spread out on the floor in front of the fireplace. They were in a classic missionary position, she on her back, her feet flat on the floor but spread far apart, her knees bent and splayed, as he lay atop her. We couldn't actually see the penetration from this vantage point, but he was obviously buried as far inside her as he could possible go. Her hands, crossed at the wrists, were pointed straight up toward the ceiling, her arms encircling his neck, and their kiss went on and on and on. Slowly, his hips rose upward from hers, then just as slowly, he pushed back downward. Her left leg lifted and stretched sinuously upward, then wrapped itself around his hips, her heel urging him deeper. She groaned loudly into his mouth, and her elbows bent until the fingers of her hands could lace themselves in his hair.

Sandy's butt began grinding back into my erection, and she took my hand, which was resting on her hip, and moved it so that my arm wrapped itself around her, to her flat tummy ... and slowly higher. She tilted her face upward toward me, and at first, I thought that she was seeking a kiss, but her eyes told me that she wanted to say something, so I tilted my head and she placed her lips to my ear.

"What's wrong with her hands?" she breathed.

I did NOT want to get caught in this compromising position, especially since I'd made that promise to Tod. Now that my arm was around her, I kept applying backward pressure until she had to relinquish her front row seat and back down the hall again. When we were safely out of view, I took her hand gently, tenderly, and led her back to the master bedroom. She followed without protest.

"She enjoys being bound," I told her as soon as the door was closed again. "I found a way to hypnotically tie her hands. She knows that there is really nothing there, but somehow, she's convinced herself that the hypnotic suggestion binds her physically. I've watched her try ... really try ... to break free, but even long after she's awakened from her trance, she's unable to do so. It truly turns her on. It's a real sexual rush for her."

Sandy's eyes were huge. "Can you do that to ME?"

I laughed. "No," I answered, and her countenance fell dramatically, making me laugh even more. "Not without Tod's okay. And, if he DOES agree, I can't guarantee you that you'll respond the same way Elaine did ... though I'm beginning to think that you two are so much alike emotionally that you'll react identically in whatever you do." I walked over to the Elaine's dresser and opened a drawer, then I opened a box that resided there and pulled out a pair of handcuffs. "In the meantime ...." And I dangled the shiny thing in front of her.

But her eyes hadn't followed the cuffs as I held them up. Slowly, she allowed her mouth to fall slightly open, and she pointed back at the box. "What is THAT?"

I smiled, replaced the cuffs, and picked up Elaine's favorite plaything. "It's a special restraining device. It's made with a solid center piece instead of a chain."

"How does it work?"

In answer, I took her wrists and held them together in front of her, then I started to fit the device to her; but abruptly, she snatched her hands away, spun around and repositioned them behind her, near the small of her back. "This way, please, Rod. Please? I'll be SO much more defenseless and helpless this way, won't I? I won't be able to ...." And she gasped sharply as the thing snapped shut around her wrists. She was breathing hard, raggedly, and she turned back around to face me while trying with all her might to get free of the contraption. She only tried for a few seconds, though, and now she simply stood in front of me, wheezing slightly. A shudder assaulted her, and she rushed a step toward me and pressed her shivering body against mine. "Helpless," she whispered. "So helpless."

"Sandy," I said quietly.

"Rod, please. He asked me to give myself to you, and I promised both of them I would ... as if I was agreeing to do some chore or something. But all the time, I was wanting this ... I was craving this." She shivered, and I put my arms around her as if to warm her. "Rod, I ... I think I've wanted you since the first time I saw you. Can't you see? Tod fell in love with me because I reminded him of Elaine. And I fell in love with him because he reminded me ... of you. And now, here I am, bound and helpless in your arms, and my pussy is so wet that it's running down the insides of my legs. Oh, Rod ... I ache for you."

I couldn't help but chortle. "When you met Tod, you'd only known me for twenty minutes."

"Yes," she said quietly. "But I'd known Elaine ... talked to her ... all that day. I know that it was pure covetousness, but I envied her. I fell in love with what she HAD in life. She had YOU ... and the first moment I set eyes on you, I longed for you ... loved you ... knowing that I'd never have you."

I sighed and pushed her back a step. At first, she seemed hurt, but then she understood that I just needed a little bit of space to unbutton my shirt. She stood, watching intently, as I took off each item of clothing, but when I had finally removed my underwear and stood before her so she could see me, instead of looking, she moved so quickly that I could barely follow her motion. She was suddenly on her knees in front of me, and she was licking my cock like a lollipop with her hot, wet, pink, little tongue. The quick movement toward my privates made me step back a half pace, and my hands came up for protection, but she had somehow followed me, so that her chest and nipples were rubbing tantalizingly against my thighs and my hands were somehow filled with her hair. My prick was at full attention following her little confession, and her mouth didn't quite have the altitude necessary to capture the tip of it, though she tried over and over to achieve this goal. At long last, instead of continuing this lost cause, she decided to strike out on a different tack, and she sucked my left testicle into her voracious mouth. I gripped her head and moaned, my pole throbbing and jerking.

"Please, Master ... may I taste you?" she panted after she'd let my ball slip out of her mouth. Dutifully, I grasped my rod and bent it forward. As soon as it was within striking range, she had engulfed it with her hungry lips and she sucked like a vacuum. Again, I moaned out loud, just once. But I wasn't the only one in the room moaning. She was making little suck-suck-suck fluctuations with her mouth, giving a grunting little "Mmmmmph" sort of groan between each one. In the meantime, her body itself had started undulating against my thighs, rubbing her stiff, elastic nipples up, then down, then up again.

I didn't want our first session to end like this. "Enough, Sandy," I told her gently, but she either didn't hear me, or she didn't want to comply. "Sandy, stop!" I ordered. But she seemed like a girl possessed, and her funny little noises were increasing in tempo. "STOP!" I barked, and instead of waiting for further developments, I fell to my knees in front of her. To my utter astonishment, as soon as we were on the same level, she lunged forward against me, hitting my body with her own, and the next thing I knew, I had sprawled over backwards onto the floor.

To this day, I'm not sure how she did it exactly. The impact had knocked her in the opposite direction (Newton's Second, and all that), so that she was on her back, as well. As I lifted my head up to observe happenstances, her body gave sort of an undulating jerk-and-snap, and somehow, she was standing on her feet. She took three quick strides forward, so that she was standing above me, straddling me, and then she lowered herself effortlessly onto my cock, not stopping until I was totally, utterly, completely buried in her steamy, dripping pussy. She issued a long, loud moan of absolute satisfaction. Keep in mind that everything I've explained in this paragraph was somehow accomplished with her wrists locked firmly behind her back.

"Fuckin' acrobat!" I cried out plaintively.

"Oooohh, Rod," she whined. "Do you always have to be so literal?"

I started laughing, despite myself, and she followed suit for a few second. But then the laugh morphed into another moan, her smile became an expression somewhere between pain and sublime ecstasy, and her eyes rolled up into her head. She panted. She exhaled raggedly. "SO DEEEEP!" she said, very loudly.

And that's when it started. Even now, I'm not sure I can find the words to adequately describe it. It felt like a hand, slick with something very warm and very wet and very slippery all over it, fist-fucking my cock. And yet, her body was not moving at all. I mean, I've heard of Kegel muscles (pubococcygeus muscles to you medical types), but whatever was at work inside this girl's body, I'm guessing that 99% of the women in the world have never known they possessed such muscles, much less utilized them. Whatever it was that she was doing, it seemed to require all of her attention, judging from the expression on her face ... and, also judging from said expression, it was causing her almost as much pleasure as it was me.

"Where did you learn how to do THAT?!" I gasped.

She was panting. "I ... I kept trying ... different things ... hoping to find ... something he really liked ...."

I couldn't hold myself back much longer. Reaching up, I cupped her firm breasts, tweaked her long, rubbery nipples, and then I just let my grasping, clutching fingers roam unregulated. She moaned more loudly when they were pinching her nipples, so that is where they spent most of their exercise period. But after a few minutes of this, I reached up with both or these unfettered marauders and clasped her firmly behind the neck. Then I sat up, pulled her against me, and kissed her. I kissed her hard, and tenderly, and passionately, and lovingly, and I did it for a long, long time. She made a funny noise into my mouth, and then another, and I became cognizant that she was crying ... sobbing. I slowed my kisses into little pecks and licks. And all the while, her cunt was working on me like an electric milking machine.

"I love you I love you I love you," she bawled and whimpered into my mouth. I began rolling her left nipple between my thumb and forefinger, and she stiffened and began making a strange, mewling sound.

"You are going to cum for me," I told her matter-of-factly, breathing the words into her ear. And her odd sound began rising in pitch, though not in volume, as her rigid torso started heaving and straining, forward and back, grinding against my pubic bone on the fore stroke, gripping me like a vise on the backstroke. She was shaking uncontrollably, wailing plaintively like a banshee from far away, when a strong, sudden jolt hit her hard, and she cried out ... and again ... and yet again. I wrapped both arms around her and hung on for all I was worth as my cock swelled and began jerking and spewing inside her. Her fingers, behind her, suddenly found my balls and began squeezing and teasing, and I growled like some wild animal. I kept spurting, heaving, shuddering, spurting again ... and again. I never knew I had so much fluid to give a woman, and I wondered if I was ever going to stop.

I don't really know how long it was over before we actually began thinking again. Slowly, slowly, I became aware that I was still holding her very hard ... probably hard enough to hurt her, and while I consciously relaxed my grip, I realized that she was still crying. I shushed her gently, and told her that I loved her, too, realizing for the very first time that it was true.

"I'm thinking very terrible thoughts," she said softly, sadly.

"Tell me," I ordered.

She sighed deeply. "Elaine is my best friend in the whole world. But ... but I hope that she does NOT get pregnant tonight. I hope we have to do this over again. And over, and over ...."

I glanced toward my nightstand and tried to register the time in my foggy brain. It had been an hour since I had formally turned my wife over to my brother's care, and I needed to get back out there and make sure they were following the plan. But now, the enormity of my own emotions crashed over me like a wave. "All my life, I've tried to live according to a plan," I told the naked lady in my arms. "Suddenly, I don't know what to do."

"Love is like that," Sandy replied, studying my eyes for a hint that what I had just confessed to her was true and not some post-coital rambling. In response to her unspoken question, I kissed her. When I stopped, she sighed and shivered and leaned against me. "I absolutely adore being handcuffed and helpless for you," she said softly. "But if you don't let me put my arms around you and hold you, I think I'm going to go insane."

I laughed and struggled to get up. Once again, I'm not sure how she did it so effortlessly, but she was suddenly off of me and standing, waiting patiently for me to join her in the world of the upright. I turned her around and unfastened the metal cuff, and in another instant, she was holding me around the neck, feeling exactly like her alter-ego counterpart had an hour before. She started crying again.

"Listen, you little minx," I chided. "We are in love, you and I ... but that does not diminish our love for our spouses ... or at least, I can honestly tell you that's the case for me." She drew back a little and allowed me to read what was in her eyes.

"Yes, I still love him," she said softly. "I love him just as much as I always have. I am very, very confused."

"I think that's because these are uncharted waters for both of us. We are going to have to do a little exploring."

She hugged me firmly again. "Oh, Rod ... I can't WAIT to explore some more!"

I pushed gently against her body. "Give me your hands again," I ordered. She stepped back and stood, meek and unresisting before me while I fastened the cuff back onto her wrists, this time in front of her. "And now, let's go out there and talk about this." I held out my left hand to her, and she grasped it in both of hers, then she followed submissively behind me as I led her back to the living room.

She halted just as soon as we rounded the corner into the room, however, and stood, agape, looking at the two of them. They were both at one end of the couch, but they were lying with their backs on the floor and their legs draped over the seat cushions. "What ... what are you DOING?" she said loudly.

Elaine looked back over the top of her head at her friend and laughed. "We look really weird, huh? This was Rod's idea. If I lie like this, with my butt elevated, gravity pulls Tod's sperm toward my womb." She shifted her gaze toward me and smiled tenderly. "That's what Rod thinks, anyway."