Beecoming Bk. 01: Introduced Ch. 04

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This is chapter four of a five-chapter book called "Introduced"--the first book of the Beecoming world. I do have plans for more books I could write in the series, but you can rest assured this is a completed one that stands on its own (er, when it's not sitting, or laying, or bent over, etc. *wink*).

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Weeks passed by, and Denise found it surprisingly easy acclimating to her new (albeit planned to be temporary) world. She even caused a bit of a stir with her unusual behavior. That is to say, she continued the dress code she had begun in the holy arena--her panties were the only bottom-half-of-body clothes to be found (besides sometimes shoes or socks). One might think a society impressed upon an extreme sexual lifestyle as existed in the community's events and elsewhere would not be shocked by such a small baring of female body (besides that of the magical Goldenbuzzy, which somehow proved an exception). However, as with every society, this one's free release was only matched by its taboos in other ways.

The stir was vibrant, in its own little way. Denise would come walking down the earthen street, with a bop in her step, saying hi to this person or that one, and they would grin back. They were genuinely taken with her, as she was genuine with them. They just couldn't help but stare a bit as she went past. The smooth, lovely legs, shown all the way up to about the hip. The ass hanging out a bit; though Denise was wearing regular panties, her form and their being skimpy left her showing the junk in its dual-circular glory.

One time she was coming down the street, in her usual strut. She had been learning about the work mechanics of the society, and she was eager for what she was going to learn about today, from a construction overseer down at Lake Street. She was wearing knee-high skintight white socks today, which intentionally or not caused a highlighting contrast on her fully seen thighs. Her socks were dipped in the white medium heels she wore with them. Imitation fur on her green nature-y top she wore only a little more indulgent than the other folk she passed by. Would she influence them to be a little more individualist, both in what they wore and didn't?

The sight to behold she was, she was passing by one of her favorite places of her daily excursions: the men's stand.

Now, like in the other times, there she was--she tapped down almost past--but oh, an item was dropped. This day a hairbrush. With great pizzazz, she gave a harumph, bent down to pick it up and fiddled around. The men smiled confidently among themselves, knowing she was up to her usual tricks. The foremost man, a one named Gabriel, starting stepping up towards her. She gave a quick glimpse back, with a flush silent gasp followed by a quick wink and turn back to her "project."

He approached her backside. The ass was statuesque there, propped up by her mighty smooth legs; the ass, protruded from her bent-over shape. He gave her a nice tha-wacking on the rear once. She stayed in place, the visible part of the ass showing blood flow emerging already. Another ass slap. She moaned in changing emotion, the sexual elements of her butt and sheathed genitals showing readiness. He this time grabbed the left ass cheek, and firmly worked it a little, and finally did something he nor his friends had done previous times--he slipped his pointer and middle fingers between the thighs, grazing clearly her pussy with its engorged clit. Just once, and then he was off the ass.

She got her upper body up, and turned back, aroused and showing a new shy side again, but telling of a step or two she'd like to open up further with this big, understanding man. Understanding of her need to come out of her shell, but recognize it as it faded off her. She let her head back a bit and felt the breeze (real or imagined) warm yet coolly hit her. Just one last sated glance at Gabriel and the others, hungrily dealt out, and she hit the street on her way like a cat sneaking off boldly.

The only thing bold about me is this boldface clit, she thought, fingering strong tracings on her now-prominent button. She gasped in pleasure and paused her stride a sec, and then continued on again.

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Denise greeted the forewoman, and was let inside the construction site. By this time Denise had strolled home and switched her knee-highs for regular white socks, and cream-and-white sneakers to go along with them. Still panties though. What else to accompany her singular (or perhaps eventually, plural) journey? Her faux fur-laced tank top, nature green, still adorned her too.

The forewoman demonstrated how the work of the site was carried out, and Denise was amazed as she had been by each of the displays made available to her since her settlement began. Once again, machines really did most of the work--at least the physical work. The women on this staff, as with the other staffs she had seen, worked cooperatively in adequate harmony to operate the systems, keeping the robots working and directed.

It was not hard to see why the men could be readying for only woman-exalting tasks all day (aside from other social duties), not taking care of anything (else) "practical." Their physical gifts were elsewhere not necessary. Their brutish, me-first conduct could get in the way of really getting systems (other than those of male-female courting routine) flowing.

It was important the role these men served for their children, along with the women with whom they'd had children. Also, in fact, Denise had discovered it was not that the men *couldn't* serve on any committee for which they wished to develop skill and implement it. It was just that that was not the way of this society. Things were going well, better all the time even, so why go off a track with so much success and optimism.

And orgasms, Denise thought, fiending as she had to this point for the pleasures of this universe. As, at the end of the workday, the staff and forewoman closed the site, said goodbye to Denise and everyone departed, Denise was left to this additional daily cycle aspect: her thoughts, really ever-growing, for the delights of this world she had dramatically seen at the last month's union of souls event. Goldenbuzzy, the ol' girl she had known way back, how could she and the others there have enacted the deeds they did? And how could it NOT be a part of her own life, now that she knew it was possible, that it was... allowed. Not in a swinger's den or some other backwater disgraced setting, but the way of the land. Denise sat in confusion.

She didn't have to sit in it long though, because she saw in a window by her a couple fucking. Startled, Denise stopped in her tracks, surveying the fascinating sight before her (as one does). The woman inside was doggystyle facing diagonally almost towards the window, getting fucked hard, a strained expression of focus beneath her tied-up black hair. Denise was both surprised and not--this was a sexually forward culture, but this sight she had not before seen. The man in back had a nice set of abs going down to his 'fuck me' muscles, and as Denise glanced up to his face she saw in shock one looking back at her, grinning. Denise pulled a full shocked expression, and... kept watching, and watching, looking around as the woman could take little more but loved it, looking up to him with his return to his woman as full focus of his, and his face then showing again attention towards Denise, the impromptu audience of them.

Soon enough, the man laid his woman on her back, pulled her to the edge of the bed, fucked her more from standing at side of it, and all this mixed with his own and the lady's movements of hands down to that clit, giving it attention, joining the thrust with the stroke, and the stroke with the rhythm circularly. Over and over. On and on. A trance came about and soon enough the woman showed an out-of-body experience, letting herself out as she became not herself for a sec. Denise couldn't believe it. The man soon after released all over her crotch area, spurts reaching below her belly-button. The love session was over, and the contingencies were just to begin.

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Denise drew away a bit, though she couldn't bring herself to leave the scene totally quite yet. She literally sat in a corner, dazed in a voyeur's mystique.

A short time later, the couple, showered and dressed, came out the door. Denise came to at this development. The couple just lingered by the door though, snickering about something and pressing their foreheads together in trusting connection. A last, sweet kiss, and the man was off to wherever his evening would take him. The lady stayed by the door though. Then looking about a sec, she caught sight of Denise, invited her in for tea, and closed the door with them inside.

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"Before you say anything, I would just like to say I'm sorry for what I saw," Denise pleaded, "I know he discussed that with you--I don't know why I stayed."

"My new friend," the lady said, dressed in a red bathrobe and boiling the water, "yes he did mention it to me. And it was quite a laugh. But why do you think you were imposing?"

Denise looked up wide-eyed as the lady drew down to sit by her across the couch, consoling her like a child. The lady spoke: "Call me Bianca, by the way. But yes, your attention was one rapt and perfect, adding to our time you saw." Bianca shifted her head lazily, with warm feeling. "Believe it or not, no one else would look when our window blinds were left open."

"Oh, so you leave them open every night, hoping to catch a looker? It all makes sense now, this is sex capital after all..."

"Hey!" Bianca said, with sternness that surprised Denise. "I know you have the same yearning, and dole it out as givingly, where you're from. If you have one lover a thousand times, or seven lovers a hundred and fifty times, what's the difference. And besides..." Bianca paused, as she got up to put the green tea bags in their cups, "me and Arch are not typical for this land. We do not sleep around, with a small extramarital exception. We are semi-monogamous."

"...semi-monogamous..." Denise repeated the word near silently under her breath, taking in the concept. Where she was from that would inevitably lead to a broken relationship.

"Also, we did not leave the window able to be seen through, intentionally."

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Bianca drew close, her red bathrobe sashaying with her gratifying figure.

"We aren't the most careful about leaving the window blocked; yes, what you saw was not the first time."

Bianca handed Denise her tea mug, surprising Denise, who'd forgotten all that Bianca had been preparing them. Bianca, her face a foot from Denise's, smiled and angled her head lazily with compassion, directed toward Denise, before pulling back to her side of the couch respectably.

Denise took a sip of the tea, using her pouty lips to soothe the coming heat.

Bianca: "We came to an arrangement, Arch and me. I could have another... a woman."

Denise put down the cup and immediately loomed forth, uncontrollably approaching the great babe in front of her.

"I...," Bianca continued, "I don't know if you feel okay about this, or if I am weirding you out." She lifted her head from downcasting to approach Denise's approaching one.

"Though I was drawn by both of you fucking," Denise said steadily, "I-"

"Sh, say no more," Bianca said, putting her finger up to Denise's lips for silence.

Denise held her digit and moved it away, then the two of them went in for the kill.

Moans gentle and rolling filled the air as Denise played the stronger one, and Bianca was having her lips ravaged, though returning the favor as much as she had give.

Denise couldn't believe her luck. Here, this companion, she thought to be off-grounds, not allowed, was now falling to her spell--invited wholeheartedly (whole-libido-ly?) by the recipient! Denise pulled the one edge of the bathrobe diagonally loose and revealed a breast, the same one of two she had seen so recently being given the working by the woman's husband.

They were about to fuck. Or, they had already begun. Was this who Denise was? All the flirtations of the weeks before... but Denise really one who would fuck a stranger she had met that night? She never had before, despite her lately increasing sexually free bravado. It helped, though--Bianca already didn't feel like a stranger.

Bianca was holding her eyes closed enjoying the simultaneously sloppy and graceful joining of their lips and tongue. She was thanking her husband--just as Denise couldn't help but be thinking of her husband too. Bianca was ready to go full farther.

She suddenly flipped Denise from sitting to on her back, head arched against the couch-end. Now Bianca was in control. "You're thinking of my husband, aren't you?" She said, slyly "punishing" Denise with the pushing up of her shirt past the breast-line. Denise's boobs fell softly out with a plop.

As Bianca lowered her mouth to begin working on Denise's rounds, Denise pled her case--"I think YOU were thinking of your husband, ah yea.." Denise's speech interrupted by oncoming pleasure, she bit her pinky finger a second. Then continued, "I can't help feeling something seeing what your husband was packing. You're a lucky girl."

Bianca pulled up near Denise's face with hers, licking her lips and tweaking Denise's nipple with a free set of fingers. "Aw yeah, keep doing what you're doing," Denise said, "I am happy to be in the arms of this bathrobe babe. I'm happy to be in a place where we can enjoy each other's bodies, free of care or sin."

The lovemaking moved along, in various stages of shifting positions and removals of more clothing. Pretty soon, Denise and Bianca were in a 69 position, Bianca on the bottom with the robe just a drape beneath her, and Denise on top with naught but the famed panties she wore. Bianca drew them to the side and began fingering her. As Denise descended her face to devastate this girl's V-J, she was deep in thought. Did I always like girls, and just didn't know it? The tongue of Denise worked around the soft ridges around the female hole, and she felt on her belly uselessly the sash that used to hold this married woman's robe in modesty.

All was revealed now. I like having this fucking penetration in my hole, I like giving this girl what she needs to sex up... Denise was deep in vision now, the two of them pictured as whores in her mind. She wondered if Bianca was thinking the same craziness.

"Bianca... oh fuck... are we prostitutes of some sort?"

Bianca removed her own tongue from the labia around the clitoral region but kept fingering, just long enough to say, "Sure, baby. Think what you want, just keep fucking my, ahhhhhh," Bianca breathed in sharply with pleasure rawly applied, simultaneously moving her mouth back to do Denise's clit more directly.

Denise was an extravaganza of giving and receiving now. Sentence, not complete? No matter, these were just pleasure factories in full automation. Who was on top, literally or figuratively? What is a figure, besides the joining of these two near-symmetrical, the female forms times more. She flipped them sideways right off the couch.

Now Bianca *was* on top again, literally too, as she went with the violent move stabbing her tongue into Denise's pussy. Denise wrenched in grandeur. Not to be outdone, she formed circles over and over around Bianca's clit with her tongue, until Bianca too went crazy and couldn't keep moving. Denise wouldn't stop. The pussy of Bianca's, its pleasure metropolis, screamed out with activity. The juices flowed and flowed and flowed. Denise gobbled them up, as it was apparent she had made her mark.

Bianca slowly finished her own activity, pulling her mouth and fingers from Denise's too-spent pussy, seen red with a total fucking and clearly yearning for the next time already, the insatiable creature it was. It was relieved though, had bust its tension. Bianca understood.

They both rearranged to sit semi-splayed, knees across the floor, Denise panting leaning at the couch-bottom collecting her senses, feeling the post-release throughout. Bianca too was euphoric and calm and heightened, holding her upper body up from its sitting butt and legs.

Denise and her looked each other in the eyes, blinked, then laughed. Bianca drew around to Denise to hug her, kissing a bit too, her red bathrobe all a mess below her. "Mmmm...", they both cooed, Denise looking internally and realizing the panties were totally off. When did that happen?

"Whatever this was, we need to get cleaned up and doing stuff again," Denise said. Bianca agreed.

They shared one more kiss a little while later, as Denise left showered and changed into Bianca's clothes. "Give my very, VERY nice regards to your husband when he gets back," Denise told. Bianca was more than agreeable to that, "Oh trust me, I'll thanking him too, FULLY." They dangled their fingers across the other's body one last time and Denise hit the night, Bianca all smiles at the door seeing her off.