Bigger Brother HBO Ep. 06

I gently pad out through the house after a well deserved pee. I've found a not so funny change in me: even urinating ramps me up. When did I become such a little sex pot? It must be the house - they're piping in a pheromone or something.

Obviously more than a third of the house is currently in the diary/chat rooms. Today folks are taking more time than usual, which is good because it leaves me more time to recover from my earlier escapades away from others or at least big groups.

I stroll out to the exercise yard. It's practically deserted except Max lifting weights, Bill spotting for him, and Randy sliding into the hot tub without anyone else in with him.

I stop off and chat with Bill. Max was being distant - probably because it was a little obvious he had originally wanted me out, or maybe concerned he'd be caught talking to me after his up-close inspection of my dainties during extermination.

I'm getting way too relaxed about things, because as I turn to go talk with Randy, I realize my robe has slipped partway open, revealing way too much for even PG-13. Luckily, this is "HBO, Baby!" as I've been told. Bill's interest in the view is quite prominent when I walk away. It would seem George helped put him straight, that I, and all woman-kind, were put together just fine - not upside down.

"Hey, you look a little, uh, slushy. Wanna join me?" Randy's friendly, open voice likely carries over to the other two men.

"Sure." I open my robe, about to let it slip off when I catch his wide open eyes. "Oops, forgot something." I give a nervous laugh, "Clumsy me?"

"I'm not gonna look a gift horse in the, uh, mouth. Would you Max?" he calls over to the other guys.

At least Bill laughs with Randy, Max just gives worried looks at the door leading into the house.

"Go ahead, we won't look!" Bill calls back with a laugh that assures me he'll do anything but not look.

"Well, ok, as long as you all keep your eyes closed and Randy turns on the bubbles. I'm sure I have modesty somewhere in me." I shake my bottom and hips at everyone, reopening my robe and letting it slide off my shoulders, stepping toward the edge of the hot tub.

"Oh, my eyes are glued, all right!" Bill seems to be enjoying this little event. Much more now that he's getting comfortable with the appearance of other species. I guess I know who wasn't getting any as of yet. I'll have to take care of that a little later on according to my challenge.

"Sorry, here's the bubbles - I'm trying to close my eyes now," and Randy hits the jets and aerator with a noisy pulse. Now I won't be able to hear any comments or innuendo.

I step down into the water, letting the bubbles take me.

Floating in the warmth, my eyes close, my legs semi-floating in the salty water, I just let my mind drift.

"You look tense," Randy says over the pump noise.

I know I can't be looking tense, but I'm not going to ruin whatever he's trying to say to me. I presume he's either trying to cover something while the others can hear, or, well, I'll just play along to find out.

"Maybe a little."

"I can possibly help with that if you like. Looks like you've got a pretty serious tenseness in your shoulders. You shouldn't hunch your back when you're concentrating in chat - just relax with it and have fun. It's all a game."

"I can't help it. You think you can help relax my shoulders, though?"

"Sure, turn around, Miss Modesty. That is, turn your back to me." His hands slide up to my shoulders as I bob over to him, nestling over his grower below which is now starting to nudge my bottom and lower back as he works my shoulders and neck.

"Ummm, that does feel nice," and I push myself down onto his internal massage rod.

As he shifts over to my upper arms, working them inward, I reach back and turn him loose from his shorts. My hand glides over his swollen head and down the shaft.

"You need a little more loosening up, here let me position you a little better," and his hands slide to hold my cheeks, spreading me wide while he slips up into me.

I must be getting way too much action, because I take him balls deep without a flinch. Max and Bill just twenty feet away don't see any hesitation to suggest I'm getting fucked right in front of them. I carefully rock my hips side to side, forcing his balls to massage my clit as they float in the water along the front of my pussy.

Randy pushes down firmly on the tops of my shoulders, trying to help me to possibly get everything of his up inside me. With much more sexercise, I'll probably be able to take him balls and all into my personal party hall. I guess everyone needs a goal. Or is it a hobby? Now that would be an interesting entry on my resume.

I have my eyes closed enjoying the twin massage effect, soothing above, sensual below. A loud crack/clang jerks my eyes open; along with realization I've lifted my chest significantly out of the water throughout all this.

"Shit! Watch what you're doing - you're supposed to be spotting me, not her!" Max obviously isn't happy as he cradles his fingers in his crotch.

"It's just a little flesh wound. Cowboy up, will you."

"I lost a couple inches of skin under there, dude!"

"I've cut more off a steer-to-be only days old, but let's go get you fixed up before I'm accused of damaging Binky's goods."

They go off into the house, leaving Randy and I to rule the playground.

"You wanna finish what you started?" I ask, leaning over the edge of the hot tub. I push my bottom toward him.

"I thought you'd never ask," and he slides in me again, turning off the jets and pumps so we can more easily hear someone coming; or maybe so he can hear me cumming, which I'm very happy to oblige.

"Oo, I might be a little sensitive that direction," and I turn around.

Without needing further suggestion, he cups my ass and lowers me back into the water onto his throbbing needs. My own pulsing folds readily accept him back in again.

The still waters of the hot tub allow a clear view of him taking me several different ways, even side-saddle at one point. I hope the people at home don't think this is a repeat, since it seems like the last time I was in the water with Randy we played 'twenty-one position salute.'

"Oops, looks like someone's back wandering the house. Damn and I was so close." From somewhere down below, my pussy seems to be running my mouth, because I truly sound disappointed.

"Never fear - to the bat-crevice!"

"What?" I giggle.

"Slide behind the back of the hot tub. I'm gonna finish you off like a student behind the bleachers."

"Ooo! You say the sexiest things, Buttman!"

"Get hopping or I might not finish fucking you."

"I'm just your little MILF, aren't I?"

"You bet your sweet pussy. Spread 'em."

And I do. And he does. And we do. Oh, do we. If I knew that's what happened behind the bleachers, I would've gone to a lot more games in school.

...

"Ok, you and I have to have a little talk, ok?" I'm sitting in the bathroom having another good pee and a serious talk with my pussy.

"What the fuck are you doing? Since when do I let you go around running the show? This is as bad as having a penis!"

My pussy just smiles her little vertical grin back at me, refusing to answer, her full lips not talking. A few last dribbles of pee trickle down. My clitoris is getting stimulated so often, it's easily visible, somewhat thickened and lately, almost always partway erect... at all freaking times.

A soft knock at the door and I jump.

"Hey, you ok in there?" Lim quietly asks.

I pat and stand, pulling my robe closed around me. "Yes, sorry," and I open my office door.

"I just wanted to make sure you were okay after all this. I thought I heard you in there talking."

"Better than ok, really."

"I wouldn't be. These people in here really get to me, you know?"

"All of us?" I ask genuinely curious.

"No, sorry, no. I mean, you, you're different. It's not like you just try to piss me off like the others. Well, you and lately Terrence. Where the hell did he come from all of a sudden?"

"I thought we both found that out the other night.. I mean where he came from... or on..." and I laugh slightly, being somewhat embarrassed to mention our shared time.

"Ok, given, I know where he... well, probably both of you do," and she laughs along.

"I've never done anything like that before. You're right it must be this house. It just gets to you," I agree with her earlier statement.

"You could've fooled me you've never," and she reaches out and tweaks my boob.

"Hey! That's a little... But now that you mention it, what the heck were you doing that night? I mean, it felt and looked, so, you know, so... erotic. Your whole body seemed to be absorbed and was taking him in so many different ways all at once."

"Sorority girl trick. If I tell you, I have to... well, you know," she winks at me.

"You'll have to kill me?"

"No, silly! Show you!"

"Well, lead the way," I make a little sweeping hand gesture to nowhere in particular.

"Seriously?"

"Lim, if you're willing to show me that awesome ride and how to get some of it, I'll do whatever you want. It looked incredible."

We end up in the bedroom, everyone somewhere else about in the house. The room naturally has subdued lighting which creates a very intimate atmosphere as she strips down to her bra and panties. She kneels in front of me.

"The real trick is to stimulate, but keep getting you to the edge and falling back. It builds up the most giant orgasms when they finally erupt."

"Ok, but how?"

"Promise not to laugh?" She's staring seriously at me.

"Do I look like I'm laughing?"

"You have to try it before you make fun of it. Promise," she's in absolute dead-pan serious mode.

"Ok, I promise," I say getting just a little worried.

"No, I mean, promise it like you mean it. I want to have you do it before I leave or you'll think I'm full of shit."

"No I won't think you're full of it, but sure. Anything," now I'm so curious, I'm ready to beg.

She reaches out, pulls the tie on my robe, and I let it fall off my shoulders. She has me kneeling naked in front of her as she leans back on her own heels, pops off her bra, and twists out of her panties. She's definitely serious about this.

"You'll want to kneel at first until you get the hang of it, then you'll be able to do it in almost any position."

"Well, you have me stripped, kneeling, and waiting with anticipation for the secret."

"Pretend you have a pencil up your ass... then you write the alphabet."

"What? You're..." I try to ask more.

"Spread 'em a little," she instructs me as she spreads out herself; then starts slow circular movements with her hips, rocking forward and backward lines, occasionally her belly muscle tenses.

I watch for a moment or two, then make my attempt.

"Like this?" and I awkwardly try to mimic her movements.

"No, I'm serious about the alphabet. Feel the pencil in your ass. When you go to dot any letters, contract your entire pussy and ass - hard - around it. When you pause between letters, pussy tighten only."

I continue flailing. It's harder than it looks - and it looks hard.

"Here, put a finger up in me and feel the movement. Say the letters if it helps - it'll be lower case sans serif if you want to be exact," and she gives a soft giggle, seemingly very out of character for the hard-assed Lim I've seen up to this point.

I gingerly lay my hand on her sex, palm up on the neatly trimmed small patch of hair, my fingers lay across her slit. I tentatively tense my fingers.

She reaches down and pushes my fingers inside with her own.

"School's in, girl. Take it like you mean it. Finger fuck me and learn the path to Zen orgasms," she says and laughs lightly again, taking the sternness out of her voice while talking about my impending enlightenment.

"Oh my..." is all I can say as she drives me deep into her.

"Oops, sorry, I didn't mean to," and she stammers.

I'm somewhat confused, especially after the very unexpected command telling me I have to fuck her.

I start to pull my fingers back out, "I'm sorry, was I..."

She pushes in more firmly with her own hand keeping me buried inside her, "No, I'm sorry, I, uh, you, uh. Fuck it. I'm cumming, ok? I'm apologizing because I'm fucking cumming like you wouldn't believe. Well, actually you're in there, you probably do believe it."

I giggle, "I have that effect on people, I guess!"

She laughs too, "Good. Now that we have that understanding - back to lesson, Grasshopper."

And what a lesson it is. She goes through the whole alphabet with me in her. I can feel the letters flow through her, swelling her tighter, throbbing around my fingers. Somewhere in the first part of the alphabet she's taken her fingers out and I've gotten two, sometimes three of mine in her at various times. Dotting the i, j, but also crossing the f, t, her pussy and ass crushes down on me and I feel her start to climax, but then she more gently does the next letter, flowing into deep breaths after the short near-climax type shallow gasps.

"After you've reached the pinnacle several times and gently slid down again, find your own special set of letters, maximum of three, and repeat them until you drive yourself over into oblivion. When you reach that nothing, you've Zen climaxed."

Her hips and muscles start into a repeating pattern, building from slow, flowing, tightening wet folds to a nearly frantic scribble and repeated dotting of one of the letters. The final contraction forces me out from the torrent within. She partway collapses forward onto me and I hold her up as her chest heaves and body quivers for just over a minute.

When she regains her breath, she quietly says, "Well, the teacher becomes the student occasionally. Good lesson. Your turn."

"What?" I'm so turned on, I don't know if I want her down there to find out.

"You don't show mastery and get your orgasmic Zen black belt until you prove to me you can teach someone else. Now go ahead, I want to learn as you would teach it."

I don't have to spread any further as my overworked pussy easily accepts her fingers inside. Her palm barely pushes against my already tingling clitoris, even the air movements around seems to resonate into my sensitive little button between flushed, full lips. My thick shaft and exposed tip continue to swell, visibly pulsing just fractions away from her fingers as I work them into me, proceeding through the alphabet, imaginary pencil gripped firmly in my ass.

Concentrating on the shape of the letters helps me lose myself in the feeling, allowing my pussy to accept the gloriously expanding sensations.

I reach the end of the alphabet and start to lift, but Lim reaches out a hand and puts it on my breast, pulling me downward with my own chest.

"No, Grasshopper. Again."

I can't believe it. She's making me do it again! "It's not really necessary, I..."

"When you are master, you decide when, how often, and set the pace. Until then... again. Fuck me like you mean it."

So I rip into her fingers, initially pissed, but rapidly accepting the obvious wisdom, when a new sensation starts in me. I get to the edge, then let it pass repeatedly, building each time to higher levels, quicker and quicker to reach those elevating peaks. My breathing is starting to come in explosive bursts.

"Good. Now we introduce the master's course," and she reaches out her other hand like she's going to take my breast.

I ache for her to grab my heaving chest, to firmly pull my nipples into tight little shapes and tug me into orgasm.

Instead, she gently slides along the curve of my breast, right along the edge, circling under and coming up between.

"You were on the letter v. Continue..." she says in a hushed, reverent tone.

And I resume, letting the letters take me away from thinking about the obvious wet sounds from between my thighs.

Her finger remains lightly between my breasts, the light bob of my body brushing it against me gently. "Don't let yourself climax until I tell you. The master's course starts now."

The tip of her soft finger traces down my sternum, across my belly, circles the belly button, and - oh, God, no - settles on the thick, pulsing upper shaft of my overly sensitive clit that has managed to avoid most of the letters so far.

"You continue with your alphabet, I'll start mine," and she starts slow, deliberate movements across my shaft, pulling the tip of my clit back and forth with her motions, my folds are now my own enemy as they seem to force me to stimulate myself with every tiny movement. Jolts and electric pulses slam through my body, jerking me in different directions.

I don't think she even gets through the first seven letters before it's grabbing me by the womanly balls and is taking me.

"Repeat your chosen set of letters - simple, repeating of just two or three."

"Yes, mas..." the last bit of possible snarkiness to my voice is lost in a near scream, caught in my throat as a nearly inaudible "erk" before the heaving pants consume my body in an orgasmic eruption. Electric fire and heat burst through me... then, nothing. I'm floating, somewhere, but not here. I can't even feel my body. Nothing.

She's holding me. My soaked, sweating breasts and chest pressed hard against her own, my head on her shoulder, face buried in her sweet neck. She cups my tender sex below in her palm, fingers just laying across my openings.

"Welcome to the other side, Grasshopper. You've done well," she coos with soft laugh.

"Fuck me. What was that?"

"It was nothing. And it was everything. Practice and you can do that any time you want, but always remember, it is your choice. Often times, just plain old, 'fuck me now' sex is great, but remember this lesson when you need a deeper level of satisfaction."

"Thank you Sensi Lim," and I wheeze out a light laugh.

"That's sexy Lim, to you, Grasshopper. And it'll be our secret," she says in a gentle voice, sliding me down off her onto the bed. "I have to pee."

"Hey! That's my line," and give her a smile as I watch her slide out of bed, taking her clothes with her.

She turns back briefly with a genuine smile, "I guess you're rubbing off on some of us."

"Fuck, I've rubbed a lot on some of you," and I slide back down on the bed deciding that trying to pull my robe over my naked body is too much work.

"That you have, that you have. Maybe we can try Terrence again tonight so you can practice your, uh, forms," and she disappears through the door before I can mention my poor, throbbing, over-worked pussy might not be able to take it.

I smile... or maybe it can take it.

...

I must've fallen asleep, but obviously not too long. Long enough to feel rested, though. A little unusual for such a short nap. There's an insistent buzzing feeling coming from my robe only half covering my body.

[check checkers]

"What?" I can't believe I audibly asked the stupid pager a question.

[check checkers]

"We don't have a store you rotten little beastie. But if you keep vibrating like that, I'm gonna have to store you somewhere that..."

[chat asks: ever dbl team?]

"I don't know anything about baseball and certainly have no idea what teams wear checkers."

I stared back at my little screen hoping for my next clue. Nothing.

"Fine. I have to pee." I get up, put my robe back on, and proceed to make good on my statement.

...

The smell from the kitchen hits me as soon as I open the bathroom door after another short discussion with my tingly wee friend between my legs. If I'm not careful, I'll be naming it soon. I guess then my transition to a sex-crazed guy would be complete.

The odor continues to call. Of course, calling it a smell is wrong. An enticing, calorie dripping aroma would be more correct: a combination of fruity sweetness with fried foods.