Amish No More Ch. 02

Sarah was kissing my lips hungrily with her little tongue seeking mine.

I could smell the musky sweetness of her arousal before I reached down to touch her crotch through her snug damp blue jeans.

I took Sarah's head in my hands burying my hands in her long soft hair, and returned her kisses while enjoying her sweet lips and welcoming her little tongue with mine.

"Please, Michael."She begged, while rubbing my face with her hand

"I am so horny. I want you to make love to me right on the bike."

I took off my blue jeans and got on while telling her to remove hers.

Sarah's panties were wet from her sweet juices and before she could get them off I took her panties in both hands, and ripped them from her making her gasp in surprise and then smile.

I reached up underneath her blouse and unhooked her bra so that I could get at her marvelous firm round breasts. Sarah's nipples were already hard as I cupped her breasts squeezing. I stroked her hard nipples with my thumbs making her moan with pleasure. Sarah has such wonderfully sensitive nipples.

I stroked her dripping vagina feeling her wet swollen pussy and sending a shiver of pleasure through her body. I then pulled up her blouse to lick and suck on her proud hard nipples while continuing to stroke her musky fragrant flower.

Sarah's head was tilted back, her eyes were closed and I watched tip of her little tongue tease her lips and teeth waiting for my cock to arrive.

I kissed the base of her throat while caressing her breasts... teasing.

I kissed her face and behind her ears, her vanilla scent mingling with the rich musky woman's scent of her arousal.

I got back up on the seat and had my little princess straddle the gas tank in a sitting position facing me with her feet on the pegs.

I picked her up and placed her on my rock hard cock with my hands under her ass cheeks.

Sarah's arms were around my neck while she was impaling her sweet cunt up and down.... up and down on my manhood; pushing her feet against the rear pegs for leverage as I was using the front ones for the same matching her rhythm and supporting her bottom to keep her from sliding off.

I was watching my sweet chattel with her head thrown back in ecstasy to expose her long vulnerable neck for me to kiss. Sarah's long hair was bouncing and swaying with our movements on the smooth surface of her leather jacket. Her eyes were clenched tight and her little tongue was darting in and out between her teeth and lips.

She was moaning softly... wanting to scream so shamelessly and selflessly intent on pleasing herself.

This is something I find so endearing when making love to her. As a person and by nature Sarah is sweet and generous; modest and kind.

My love for her is equal to that of my love for Minerva. My Marvelous Minerva whom I have known and loved the longest and was to pig-headed to tell her of my love when she was a Mistress.

I love Mandy and Katherine in different ways but not with the same depth of passion that I feel for Sarah and Minerva. In the Sanctorum a man is free to pursue his instinctual drives in regard to sex and women.

I can't put it into words.... I just know how I feel...

"Oh Michael" She moaned, softly "My god it feels so good.....mm....suck on my nipples Michael....yes........ I love you so much.

Sarah came in waves her orgasm washing over me as it crested and

I had to cover her mouth with my hand to muffle her screams of pleasure.

She was bucking and squirming in shear orgasmic desperation.

I grabbed hold of her hair and still holding her bottom with one hand as she rode me to keep her from falling off the bike. This intensified her wild orgasmic pleasure even more; so oblivious to everything was she except her throbbing clitoris. The pulling of her hair was arousing her even more if possible and making her muffled orgasmic screams louder.

After she came, Sarah collapsed in my arms. She was red in the face and embarrassed at screaming like that in public. I held her and stroked her hair curling my finger around one long tress.

"You are such a horny little thing, my pretty girl. Thank you for switching with Minerva."

"Do you love me, Michael?" She asked, touching my face... "I know you love Minerva and we talk about you.... Minerva says that you do. She also told me that you love me as much as her perhaps more and she was jealous of me once.

I love her like a sister Michael and sometimes we know what each other are thinking. You are the first man who ever really talked to me and cared about my opinions because my brother Saul certainly didn't. I so enjoy discussing with you the books that you taught me to love and the music and the flowers and everything.

Do you remember when it was just you and me before Minerva's Tribunal and you introduced me to Shakespeare? We sat on the floor in front of our fireplace sharing a bottle of ice wine to get warm?"

"Of course I remember. We were snowed in and the roads were closed.

As I recall you were disappointed that we couldn't go out and buy the lights your first Christmas tree. We froze that afternoon cutting it down and dragging it home" I replied smiling and remembering that day; how she felt and how she smelled.

"You started with Hamlet, Act 2 Scene 2. We took turns reading and you started first, supposedly opening the book at random and starting to read "Doubt thou the stars are fire! Doubt that the sun doth move; Doubt truth to be a liar; But never doubt I love. You then you cleared your throat and took a sip of wine and started at the beginning of the play."

"Do you remember afterwards.... you just held me.... nothing else.... and we fell asleep on the floor by the fire?" she asked.

"I remember, Sarah."

"I'm not asking you to play favorites because I know that you can't but do you love me as much as Minerva?" Sarah asked, putting her head on my shoulder.

"As a Master you have put me in a precarious situation by asking such a question; discipline order and harmony must be maintained.

If I were I were a father with 2 daughters and I was asked such a question I would answer that I loved them the same and that would suffice.

This situation is much more complicated and certainly more delicate in nature. There is no past wisdom to fall back on; not even in Shakespeare.

Therefore until a precedent is set my best course of action to honestly answer your question would be a conscious between you and Minerva and a mandate for you and Minerva never to discuss this fact with Katherine or Mandy.

That would be the correct answer.... that and for you to follow your heart" I said, trying not to grin being pleased with my clever answer.

"Minerva is right Michael you can be so damn smug and deliberately evasive and obtuse at times."

"As a Master of the Sanctorum I am well within my rights to take the belt to you for such impertinence, Sarah my love" I told her while getting off the bike and putting my jeans and boots on. I took off my belt and folding it I snapped the belt with a sharp crack.

"You won't beat me Master that is not your way" She replied offering me her hand to help her down from the bike which I did and she mussed my hair and kissed my lips.

"I just wanted to hear you say it again in your own roundabout way as you did that night in front of the fire" Sarah announced. She turned her back to me adjusting her bra and blouse and then putting on her jeans.

I stood there with my arms folded watching her dress. When she bent over to tie the pink laces on her sneakers I slapped her ass with my hand making her jump and stand quickly to face me.

"Now who is being smug?"I asked watching her rub her smarting bottom and smile at me.

"I was Michael, I mean Master."

"Come here

Princess" I ordered.

Sarah quickly complied and stood in front of me "Put your arms around my neck, slave."

She complied and was smiling as I put my arms around her waist and pulled her close "Do you have any Hershey Kisses for me, Master?"

"Don't change the subject; I'm still annoyed with your impertinence"

I kissed her saucy mouth, and then whispered in her ear "Who am I, my pretty and saucy girl?"

"You are my Master and you love me" She whispered, putting her head on my shoulder again "And you are my Michael and I love you."

"What you say is true. I do love you Sarah" I whispered and I continued whispering and stroking her hair.

"You both have come a long way; you and Minerva and your affection for one another compliments you both. It is a special and unique thing that we have three have Sarah or for that matter the five of us.

For love humbles the Master or Mistress as well as the slave or the man, Michael and the women be they Sarah or Minerva. Love transcends the flesh... in love we remain spiritual equals.

Now my dear you know what to do. Let's put your saucy impertinent little mouth to another good use" I took the pink ribbon out of my pocket.

"Turn around and cross your wrists, my love" I tied her wrists together with the ribbon. Then I took off my jacket and folded it for her to kneel on.

Sarah knelt down on my jacket and I unbuttoned my fly and I took my manhood out for her to suck on. I gathered her hair in a ponytail to keep it out of her face; her long hair my love reins to control her during the oral pleasuring.

Sarah was all smiles and looking up at me. She started by kissing and licking the tip, her little tongue fluttering around it and her moist lips, caressing and teasing.

Finally my pretty girl took my entire cock in her mouth licking and sucking as I had taught hermit now being second nature to her; knowing and sensing when my orgasms were about to crest and swallowing everything when I exploded in her mouth.

When she finished I untied her wrists. Sarah brushed her hair and we were on our way to the Black North.

We arrived ten minutes ahead of my ladies and it was well past the dinner rush. I requested a table on the screened in porch overlooking the water to watch the boats come and go.

Sarah went into the ladies room to put it up her hair into a nice bun and to check her makeup. When they arrived the hostess escorted my ladies to the table and I got up from my chair to greet them.

They stood in the isle adjacent to the table and one by one I took their arms and then escorted them to their seats pulling their chair out for them to sit down. I did the same for Sarah when she arrived from the ladies room.

We enjoyed a nice dinner together ordering the Cajon broiled catfish with salt potatoes, an outstanding coleslaw tangy with just a hint of horseradish. We had coffee and cheddar cheese with homemade apple pie. The apple pie was good and we all agreed it couldn't hold a candle to Sarah's. Before we left, my girls went to the ladies room.

Afterwards we planned to meet at the end of breakwater to enjoy the view. All my girls came out to wait with me except for Mandy who seemed to be taking longer than usual. Concerned, I went back inside to check on her.

The restrooms are located on the east side of the building in a corner near the bar. In order to get to the rest rooms one must walk past the bar to get to them.

There were three men standing in front of her blocking Mandy's path and trying to prevent her from leaving. The one blocking her access to the ladies room to keep her from going back inside was grabbing his crotch and pushing his cheek out with his tongue and licking his lips; the obscene inference most obvious to sucking on a cock.

They were laughing and trying to get her to drink with them telling her to dump the faggot on the rice burner (meaning me) and ride with some real men meaning them.

I define them as weekend bikers they being upper middle class to wealthy and riding expensive Harleys while pretending to be hardcore bikers on the fringe of society.

Weekend outlaw warriors if you will; right down to their new unmarked leathers and two wearing lace-up knee high boots....what clowns. One of the idiot clowns had a Chicago Police Department uniform patch sewn upside down on his new leather jacket.

This made him a target for the police to stop and investigate him the inference being that he "snuffed" (killed) a policeman or Corrections Officer.

This would make him even a bigger target with the real deal particularly with a Hells Angel whom will promptly kill him just out of general principles.... if he were that lucky.

At least Snake would give him a chance to be a bitch and remove it and then walk away naked his hog (Harley) being forfeit, if not.....................

The largest of the clowns, the one with the patch; also the biggest idiot of the gaggle was wearing spurs on his boots... spurs, can you believe that?

All three had bandanas tied on their heads to hide their hundred dollar plus haircuts or trendy shaved heads and one of the clowns was wearing wrist length black gloves with small pointed studs sewn into the knuckles to hide his manicured nails. Two of the three were wearing dark wrap around designer sunglasses indoors.

No doubt they wouldn't know how to check the oil on their scoots let alone change it disdaining to get their hands dirty. I saw these clowns dismount their ostentatious and ridiculous chrome accessorized motorcycles when they pulled into the parking lot.

I was thinking at the time that the bikes were much like pretty women with big hair and wearing too much makeup making them look cheap and trashy.

I learned my lesson with my confrontation with Abzug; I'm not as young as I used to be or as fast. I was carrying my new taser having made some modifications and improvements to the old model.

I boosted the voltage up to 2.5 million volts and substituted the 9-volt alkaline battery with a rechargeable 36-volt lithium ion/ tritium battery with an imbedded microchip of my design that is currently in use by the Mossad in their ultra-compact night vision goggles.

In consideration for this technology, they have provided me with a generous supply of a ceramic/ metal composite with non-existent impedance properties that I made into the electrodes for the new taser.

The advantage to the new model is that I do not have to makes direct contact with a person. Just a 1-inch gap or closer is all that is necessary to achieve the needed full effect.

I am presently incorporating parts this new technology into a ladies compacts for my girls waiting for the titanium cases to be machined.

I will insert the titanium cases inside the ordinary plastic ones that can be bought anywhere makeup is sold.

They will be small and inconspicuous. They will function like a true ladies compact as well but with electrifying results.... if you will... no.... please excuse my bad pun.

I walked towards them and they turned to confront me. The biggest of the clowns was in front, he being the one with the spurs. He was making kissing sounds and sneering; for identification purposes I will call him clown number one.

I was watching his eyes and as he led off with his left foot he spun around and tried to kick me with his right to slash or impale me with the sharpened spurs.

Being marginally familiar with the martial arts most likely what he saw on TV or in the theatre and somewhat drunk he telegraphed his movements, not to mention exposing his back with his clumsy attempt to slash me.

I moved to one side and zapped him with the taser; his fancy new, leather jacket embossed with the Harley logo making no difference as the 2.5 million volts entered his central nervous system.

The second clown, clown number 2 grabbed his friend to keep him from crashing to the floor his arms around number one embracing him as if they were gay clown lovers.

I zapped the now occupied clown number two and they slumped to the floor in each other's arms.... that was funny.

This gave Mandy the opportunity to get past clown number three and get behind me.

Minerva and Sarah rushed over to Mandy hugging her and then stepped in front of Mandy closing ranks. I glanced at the bartender just standing there with his mouth open and his eyes were practically bugging out of his head.

I would deal with him later and realized at that point Katherine was nowhere to be seen. This left clown numbers three, the clown wearing the spiked gloves and the ringleader of this gaggle of buffoons; and the one blocking the bathroom.

I definitely wanted a piece of this one and I walked towards him smiling and depressing the switch on the taser. Letting him watch and see what was in store for him as the electricity crackled and arced between the electrodes.

"You wouldn't be so tough without that thing!" He exclaimed with false bravado while looking frantically around. Then he looked at the bartender lifting his head slightly while rolling his eyes as if asking for help. This was a definite tell... I thought as much.

"Perhaps... or perhaps not clown" I replied calmly "You have upset and disrespected my lady and I will have my satisfaction. Did any of these buffoons touch you or lay hands on you in any manner Mandy?"I asked, not taking my eyes off of him and overturning a table giving me a clear path.

"Yes Michael he grabbed my crotch when I first tried to walk by him; be careful he has spikes on his gloves."

"What about the others?" I asked.

"They just laughed and made lewd comments "Mandy replied.

"I don't know how much you paid that whore to look the other way or what your agreement was with him "I said, pointing to the bartender.

"Minerva?"I called, taking off my ring and handing her the taser and ring as she stood beside. Minerva put the ring on her thumb, the samarium cobalt magnet contained within the titanium ring necessary to activate the switch.

"Keep an eye on the whore behind the bar and these two on the floor and zap them as much as you want."

I slowly advanced on him overturning tables and throwing chairs as he retreated and projecting my voice as if I were actor upon a stage "And Caesar's spirit, raging for revenge, With Ate by his side come hot from hell, Shall in these confines with a monarch's voice, Cry "Havoc!" and let slip the dogs of war, That this foul deed shall smell above the earth, With carrion men, groaning for burial."

My tempered rage vocalized; Julius Caesar, Act 3, Scene 1., so much for learning my lesson even though the clown was younger than me and I still wanted a piece of his ass.

Clown number three turned and bolted. In his panic he ran into the ladies room by mistake and locked himself in.... tough guy. The two clowns on the floor were starting to come out of it and Minerva zapped them again for good measure.

The excitement was now pretty much over and I turned to find Mandy standing behind me. Mandy was trembling and looking like she wanted to cry. Sarah was standing next to her and holding Mandy's hand.

Minerva was standing at the end of the bar blocking the bartender's escape and glaring at him, daring him to try to leave. Her beautiful green eyes were flashing, as if on fire such was her rage. The bartender was looking down unable to meet her eyes.

I took my little peach in my arms and Mandy put her head on my chest, crying softly. Katherine came in shortly afterwards, grinning and walked over to Minerva and Sarah and started quietly talking to them.

Sarah put her hand over her mouth to hide a smile, while turning her head briefly to look at me, while Minerva just nodded her head, and was smiling as well.

As for the rest I will cut to the chase. The State Police did arrive and three arrests were made, the 3 clowns. Katherine and I were given appearance tickets and my taser was temporarily confiscated, but then returned at our hearing in town court after the charges were dropped against us.