Balance

One day, Marcus looked at the calendar and realized a month and a half had gone by. He looked back on the past days, and thought about how lucky he was to be here. He also thought about some strange dreams he'd been having. There were frequently a group of women who, at first, he thought were his ladies, but they had different faces. He was scared of them, in the dreams, but also oddly drawn to them. He'd had dreams before, where people are played by different people, so to speak. Where a close friend would look completely different, but in the dream that's just how they'd always looked. He wondered what they meant.

Chapter 4

I need to confess something to you," said Mila.

"Okay, shoot," Marcus replied with a gentle half smile. They were sitting together in the living room. Mila had come home from work early, so it was just the two of them for a change.

"The second day you were here, I masturbated in your bed while you were in the shower. Your scent drove me crazy, so I got undressed, and masturbated. " she stopped, looking at him.

"What the fuck?" he asked.

"I'm so sorry, I'm sexually repressed, and having you around drove me wild. So, you're not mad?"

Marcus screwed up his lips, and thought for a second. It was just a strange thing, after all. Further, he could feel his dick swelling up in his pants, which was a private amusement for him, as his body obviously wasn't angry with her. Finally, he smiled, and said, "No, don't worry about it. No harm done. People do weird stuff sometimes."

"There's more, though," she began, but stopped and bit her lip, arched her eyebrows, and eyed him to see what his response would be.

He smiled, and tilted his head downward, looking up at her, again urging her to continue.

"I told the others about it. They all are really attracted to you, too, and..." she trailed off.

"And, what?" he inquired.

"I told the ladies, and they all took turns doing the same." She wrinkled up her face, and looked at him pleadingly.

Marcus was shocked, now. "What?" he said.

His mind shot back to that first week. He had noticed his bed was oddly warm when he got out of the shower and sat on it. He was starting to get angry. This was too much. They were messing with him on purpose. But he noticed his dick was fully hard now, and pressing against his pants. He was getting angry, but his body was loving it, despite his chagrin.

She looked embarrassed, and said, "We did it each day."

"So, for like the whole second week I was here?" he asked.

"No," she began bashfully, "more like every day."

"EVERY DAY?!" he demanded, absolutely blown away.

"Every day. Whichever one of us felt like she couldn't hold her urges back that day would take her turn," she concluded and made a prayer pose with her hands, begging him not to be furious.

"This is fucking crazy. Am I dreaming?" he said, waving his arms around, and finally running them through his hair.

She was inwardly relieved and pleased that he said "dreaming" and not "having a nightmare."

He started to feel freaked out, and said, "So, what else? Are you doing weird stuff to my food? My shampoo? How could I possibly trust you any longer? I thought everything tasted different here! Is that why?!"

She clasped her hands together and leaned toward him, tears in her eyes, and said, "My love, please trust me! I know this was really weird, but that was the only thing. It wasn't us trying to be cruel, and it wasn't a prank. We all feel really deeply connected to you, even early on, and that's what it has really been about. We are all sexually repressed, and this was an outlet. It was desperation manifest. Having you around was too much! At first I thought you looked like a weathered, older man. I and the ladies didn't think you'd be any sexual problem for us. But then you shaved, and cleaned up, and you are gorgeous! It started to eat away at us, and then falling for your wonderful personality made it infinitely worse."

"You could have just asked me!" he said, frustrated now, though he was touched that she'd called him "my love."

"I know," she began, in a pleading voice. "It got out of hand. At first, we felt that desperation, and thought you might say no. Yet, this was such a rare, and unlikely thing, that we were all too afraid. We got kind of obsessed with the event. Taking turns masturbating where you sleep, and watching you go back and sit where we had done it was like outer heaven for us."

"Okay, so, now what? Are you going to make things even by doing something sexual for me? Are all of you going to?" he said angrily. "I've got bad news for you, that's not happening. Sex ruined my life once already, so I've taken a vow of abstaining from orgasm." He considered trying to convince her to allow him to fuck all of them, but he truly meant what he said. He'd made a vow to the universe, to the Tao, whatever, that he wasn't going to orgasm for a year, and fucking a bunch of stunning women would make that nearly impossible.

"Well, we've been talking, and while we're still not up for actually having sex, we decided I should ask you if you'd let us use you. We want to actually experience pure heaven, not just outer heaven, and you are the way for that to happen."

"Use me how?" he demanded, anger still in his voice, but his dick was raging again at the very idea, despite it being entirely vague.

"We want you to let us come for you," she clarified.

"Come for me?" he asked.

"We want to masturbate, and for you to watch us, and be close to us," she finished.

"And what makes you think I'd ever agree to this insanity?" he implored.

"You already love us, don't you? I can see it in your eyes, and how you treat us. You're so kind, and caring, and you remember every little thing about each of us and watch out for us. The others have noticed it, too. And you love our warmth, and our scents. I've watched you through the crack in your door enough times to know. You sit and smile on your warm bed."

He thought for a moment. "This is crazy. If you were any other women, I'd run for the hills. But, I mean, do you love me?"

"Of course I do!" she said, almost hurt by the question.

"Truly love me? What about the others?" he asked.

"We are all obsessed with you. Like I said, this wasn't some stupid game. We couldn't stop thinking about you, and getting you to somehow have a sexual connection to us was a way to temporarily sate us," she explained.

"What about safety?" he asked. "Have you all been tested since you last were with anyone?"

"One-hundred percent! With all of the stuff we all went through, each of us got that done early. We made our pact, and moved in together, and got tested, too. It just made sense to know that all of the roommates would be clean, so no one would have to worry about toilet seats, or sharing food and drink, and so on. Since we were all going to be celibate, it made even more sense to get that reassurance out of the way."

"Well, I guess, yeah, then." he said.

Her eyes lit up, and she said, "Yeah" what? You mean you'll do it?!"

"Yes. Let's do it," he responded. "Just, no more secrets, huh? Don't mess with my bed anymore, without asking?"

"I promise!" she said.

Chapter 5

"Okay, take off all of your clothes, and lie down here," said Mila.

Marcus did so. It was a few days later. They had laid out a blanket on the floor. He felt a bit of apprehension, as he didn't know what this would be like. He hadn't discussed anything with them except Mila, either, and they'd all just pretended like everything was normal since that night. Marcus couldn't decide if his bed was still warm after his showers, or not, either. Though he assumed that had stopped, since he had agreed to help them alleviate their extreme sexual frustration another way.

Mila knelt down, and then laid on her back, positioning her pussy next to Marcus's head, with her legs spread wide. "Okay!" she called loudly. The other women walked into the room. They were each naked, and each laid down next to each other, similar to how Mila was posed, until they formed close to a circle around him. They began masturbating. Marcus looked around at the five trimmed, but furry pussies. They ranged from the olive toned Julieta, to light brown Amrita, all the way to Mila's rich brown color. He breathed in deeply, through his nose, and the smell of all of their pussies mixed together created an intoxicating aroma like nothing he'd ever dreamed of. His dick became rock hard.

"Oh my god! Marcus, jerk off for us!" said Julieta, in a voice made whiny by her nearing orgasm. Marcus started stroking his dick.

The women started to get very wet, and several started fingering themselves roughly, pulling up and outward on each movement after slamming their fingers inside themselves. The others continued rubbing their clits. Marcus could hear the slurping sound of the cunts being fingered, and it drove him wild. He slowed down his hand on his dick, realizing coming right now would be a really bad idea. Moans and whines came from all around.

"I'm going to come!" whaled Lupe.

"No!" countered Mila, "we all have to come together!"

Marcus felt great excitement as he now understood how intense this was going to be.

Lupe slowed her fingers down, and rubbed her breasts. The other four started going faster, and faster, until finally, Julieta shouted, "Okay, I can't stop it! I'm going to come!" Marcus watched, and waited. She gyrated her hips, and moaned as she rubbed her breasts in ecstasy.

"Oh my god!" Lupe yelled, "I'm coming, I'm coming!"

Then, together they all came, except for Marcus.

They all got dressed afterwards, and tossed the blanket into the washing machine.

Marcus got into the shower, and then joined them in the living room. They all ate from a well put together charcuterie board, and drank good red wine, and talked like usual.

Marcus had been concerned that this would make things strange for them, but they seemed even closer, now. He figured that since it alleviated their sexual desperation, but wasn't actually sex proper, it was some kind of loophole that allowed everyone to relax. The only person with an issue was Marcus. He sat with severe blue balls for the first hour of their evening together. But, he was used to it, after abstaining from orgasm for so long. As he drank and ate with them, it gradually faded into memory, and finally was forgotten.

After spending a pleasant few hours together, they'd all gone to bed. Marcus woke up in the darkness, sweating, a few hours later. He had flashes of his dream. It had been those women again. The ones that seemed like his women, but looked different. They were wearing some kind of robes, though, like they were doing some kind of strange ritual to him, as he knelt inside a circle formed by them. He tried to brush it off. Surely it was just his brain mixing the odd sexual encounter of the evening with some story he'd read in the past about sorceresses or something. With these thoughts, he drifted off to a blissful sleep again.

Chapter 6

The next few weeks were business as usual. They had a lot of great times together. They went out to eat several times, and were able to share their favorite foods with each other. Marcus had been the object of a waitress's ire at one restaurant, and no one knew why. She had glared at him, and been very rude when speaking to him, yet was a ray of sunshine with all of the women. Marcus started getting used to this from male staff at the places they'd go, and chalked it up to jealousy, but this was the only time a female had been so strange. He decided it must be the strangeness of them as a group. It just made people jealous to see a man with a harem of beautiful women. If only they knew, he thought, that their sex life was nothing like they could possibly imagine.

They went to see several movies, too, and Marcus started to feel bad about not having any money. It was hard to tell how wealthy these women were, considering how insanely high their rent probably was for the area of the city they had managed to find such a desirable loft in. He was too polite to ask, though, and decided to assume that if they couldn't afford to keep treating him, they wouldn't. He also reasoned that, perhaps it was fair that they paid for everything for him, because, not only was he teaching them yoga, and about the Tao, he was also fulfilling their deepest, lifelong desires.

On one night they were walking through the very park that he had lived in before. He decided to be totally honest.

"I lived right there." he said, pointing to where he had slept, behind some trees.

"Wait, what?" asked Marta, shocked.

"Yeah, my old life evaporated, and I became a wanderer, guided by the Tao."

"Mila said she discovered you after you had finished a yoga class, here. Right, Mila?" asked Amrita.

"I mean, that's what I thought! But, you were living out here?" she said. Due to her tone, Marcus thought this was about to be a huge problem.

"Yes, and, that day, I never said one way or the other." he said, and resolved to leave it at that. He didn't owe them anything, and if they didn't like that he wasn't some formal yoga instructor, then he could always go back to wandering. At least he tried to tell himself that, but part of him was deeply intertwined with them, now, and wanted it to go on forever.

Mila started laughing. "If you weren't there teaching yoga, then why do you know so much about all of this stuff?"

"I've had a lifetime of studying with different masters, all over the world." said Marcus, as a chill breeze cut through the dusking evening, tossing fall leaves about them, and across the path they were walking on.

They walked on in silence for a few moments. Then Amrita said, "That's even better. Unskilled yoga teachers that got their certification from some weekend course are a dime a dozen. You're the real deal, and it shows. I'm so thankful that we have you. The universe has truly blessed us by giving you to us-" she stopped short, feeling embarrassed, and began again, "I didn't mean- we don't own you, but, just, thank you for allowing us to be in your presence. We love you, Marcus."

Marcus completely relaxed, then, as he felt a hand from each woman touch his back, and caress him. He had nothing to worry about. They thought even higher of him than he could have predicted.

Chapter 7

After another week went by, the women started to get pent up again. Marcus could tell something was up, because they started seeming frustrated more easily, and less focused during their lessons. After their yoga lesson one evening, Marcus sat with them in the living room, wondering how he could get them to be more focused.

"We want to play with you tonight, please?" pleaded Lupe.

"Yeah, please, Marcus?" begged Julieta. "It's been a while, we need you! Before you moved in, it was easy, but, we all agree, your hot, male presence has been like heat building up steam inside of us. It's got to be let off somehow!"

"Okay, ladies, okay. Let's play." he said. Amrita put a blind fold over his face, as Mila and Marta undressed him, and guided him onto the floor, where Julieta had laid down a blanket.

Marcus heard rustling, and the women moving around him for a few moments, then he heard Mila say, "Okay, take off your blindfold."

Marcus took it off, then. What he saw didn't make any sense for a second. He saw a round, brown ass, but then a tangle of parts above it. As his brain sorted it out, he realized he was looking at Julieta's ass, as she straddled his face, with her back to the ceiling, and she was being herself straddled by Lupe, who was being straddled by Marta. All of them were in the same pose, and all of them were masturbating. Though none of them seemed to be able to come, despite all of them trying to for quite some time. The sight of their desperate attempts to come for him made his dick into a rod of iron

Marcus decided to take a chance, turned around, got on his knees, and slammed his dick inside of Julieta. As he pumped in and out of her, he tongue fucked Lupe, and slid in his fingers of one hand in and out of Marta, while the other alternated between working each woman's clit.

Marcus heard a moan to his right, and looked over to see Mila fingering herself, as Amrita began to mount her. Marta came, and then Lupe and Julieta both started to come, too. Having finished, each woman got up, and walked away.

"Marcus, we need you over here!" it was Amrita, speaking through her moaning. Marcus had to go on her voice to tell who it was, since he was just now sitting up, and looking around Julieta as she moved away from him. He looked over now, and could see Mila lying on her back, legs wide, with Amrita facing her, and straddling her hips. Both were rubbing themselves, and near orgasm.

Marcus crawled over to them, and laid on his back again. They both started to come, and he decided to take another chance, and he quickly pushed his right cheek against Mila's soft ass, so that his mouth was just below her pussy. The two women yelled in ecstasy. He immediately stopped jerking off, as this would definitely have made him come.

At last, Amrita stopped coming, and remained there, shaking, and quietly moaning in pleasure, as her orgasm wore off. Marcus pushed his mouth against Mila's pussy, and licked her clit, as she moaned louder. His enthusiasm was driving her wild with passion. Her moans weakened, and he withdrew, smiling at her soft, beautiful brown pussy. She laid there, recovering from the intense orgasm, as he looked at her. He got a surprise, though, when she suddenly reached down and rubbed her clit, and then finger fucked herself, pulling forward against her g-spot, hard, and then she pulled her finger out, and pushed his face into her pussy again, and came again.

"Now that was heaven!" said Mila.

Chapter 8

Weeks went by. It became cold outside, but the women and Marcus still took walks in the park, and generally went out on the town together. All of their skills in meditation were growing, and they became more content, in general, on a personal level, and as a group. Things were harmonious for quite some time.

But, as always, the women built up their steam. Marcus was extremely horny, too, but he had developed a kind of quiescence with that part of himself. He somehow managed to not think about it. He assumed it was due to the trauma of his marriage ending so painfully, so recently.

One night, they were out for a walk, talking about Lao Tzu. During a dead spot in the conversation, they all walked quietly, and enjoyed the afternoon sun, for a bit.

"Okay, you crossed a line last time," said Amrita, breaking the silence.

Marcus furrowed his brow, and looked at her with a sarcastic smile. Was she kidding? He was allowing them to treat him as their orgasm slave, while he never came at all, and HE crossed a line? He waited. Maybe she was talking about something else.

She continued, "You fucked Julieta, fingered Marta, and tongue fucked Mila and Lupe. We'd all agreed to keep a distance."

Marcus started laughing, and then said, "Oh! Okay, well, call me crazy, but they were not able to come, and seemed to really enjoy it when I made them!"

"Yeah, I did, that's the point," chimed in Mila.

"So, now what? That was a problem?" asked Marcus.

"Not really, though it seems like a risk of getting more involved than any of us want," began Amrita. They had walked back to the car now, and so she paused while they all got in. They got distracted, and discussed other things on the way home.

Once inside, everyone took showers, and prepared to relax for the evening.

As they sat in the living room, after a conspiratorial look around at the other women, Amrita decided to continue the conversation, "Now, Marcus, we all agreed that we want to beg you to let us pretend you're our slave. We want you to let us use your mouth to make us each come. We want to take turns coming with your tongue inside of us."