It's My Party

Toshi was asking Mark to play the traditional female role now, the female role of letting the male pursue and capture the female, and the female accepting and submitting to the male. Her warning was a playful extension of her own fears, wondering sometimes if she were physically pleasing to Mark. Such silly fears, Mark had told her repeatedly in the link. Toshi was so lovely…

Toshi's long and strong musician fingers had finished cleaning his anus and had dropped down to fondle his sac. Soft, sliding caresses at first, but then the fingers penetrated, fondling the testes and tracing the connecting duct work with probing fingertips. Mark felt the fingers probe deep, up to the tough muscular roof of the scrotal sac. Mark sighed and accepted her fingers inside his sac.

Toshi bounced and squeezed his testes lightly, not enough to cause pain but enough to get his attention. "Do you know what this is?" she whispered, squeezing his testes again.

"Sure, my sac," Mark mumbled back.

"No. Remember you're a female now. Do you know what this is?"

"Hmmm?"

"These are you ovaries," Toshi whispered. "I'm petting them now. We are pregnant now, and perhaps some year we will be pregnant again. And next time, the promise of our child's life will start right here, right here in these beautiful ovaries." Her fingers were deep in his sac, almost buried, and she traced the tubular connections between the muscular roof and the sensitive orbs. "Feel that? Feel these tubular connections, right where I'm running my fingers? These are your Fallopian tubes. The promise of our future child will travel from your ovaries through these tubes. Your promise will meet with the promise from my body, and our child will be created."

"Sweet Toshi…" Mark mumbled.

"Hush! I am demanding now, not sweet! Remember I am male! Do you submit to me now? I demand that you do!"

"Yes…"

"My dearest female, you have made me very happy!" With one hand still fondling his sac, Toshi's other hand came up and petted his ass. After a few moments, her ring and index fingers pushed down and away to expose his anus, and her middle finger began a light caress on the clean butthole. "Do you know what this is, female?"

"My vagina?"

Toshi giggled. "No, it's your butthole silly girl, and I'm about to fuck you in your butt. I'm going to dominate you and fuck you up your butt, as deeply as I can." Her other hand released his sac and gripped his full erection. "This is where your vagina is." The hand traveled further, squeezing and pumping the penis upwards until the fingers found the sensitive penis tip. "And this is your clitoris. As I butt fuck you, I might rub your clit to help you get off. Do you think you'd like that, my beautiful naked female? Will you submit?"

Mark groaned his desire back.

"Then I will take you. I will take you and milk you. I will take you now."

Toshi sat up and moved on the bed, kneeling between Mark's legs and spreading them a bit farther apart with her knees. She gasped and almost cried out as she gazed at his beautiful and exposed body. "Such trust," she thought. "I feel unworthy." But she stayed within her role and kept Mark in his. Her left hand was caressing the skin of his penis/vagina while her other hand slipped a finger into her own vagina. Then she brought her lubricated finger to the exposed anus in front of her.

She teased him, alternating a soft finger massage of the sensitive anal tissue with light penetrations into the wet butthole, being careful never to penetrate past the fingernail. She played with Mark for a long while, bringing more and more lubricant from her vagina to his anus until he was groaning with frustration and begging for a deeper penetration. He was thrusting upwards with his ass with each caress across the dilated opening, trying to capture the impudent finger but never quite catching it.

"What do you want? Do you want to be butt fucked?" Toshi teased.

Mark groaned in reply.

"Then invite me in. Beg me with your body."

"How do I do that?" Mark whimpered. The wet finger probing his anus, it felt so slick and erotic, a soft teasing caress circling round and round. Mark swooned in the sexuality of it, shivering from the intensity of the stimulation. He humped up again, begging the finger to enter him, and then groaned in sleepy dismay as his anus pushed against thin air.

Toshi moved again, and he felt a hot breath on his ovary laden sac. Her tongue licked the hanging orbs for a moment, and Mark felt warm saliva running to his penis. Then the pressure returned to his butthole. "Bear down and push dearest. Open yourself. Invite me in."

Mark complied at once, taking a deep breath and then holding it and pushing down with his bowels. His anus pouted and dilated, and Toshi's super lubricated middle finger slid inside in one slippery curving motion, hooking his butt with one slick push. She didn't stop until Mark's anal ring was locked around the base of her finger at the third knuckle.

The shock of the anal penetration was like an explosion inside Mark's sleepy mind. He was fully awake instantly, his eyes wide open and his body gulping in a great lungful of air. "My God Toshi!" he hissed.

"Quiet!" Toshi commanded. "I'm going to have my pleasure with you. I'm going to milk you!" She lifted up with her curved finger. Mark exhaled in a gasp. His rectum was caught on a long curving hook, and he instantly followed Toshi's tactile command to raise his ass, flaring his legs in obedience and presenting himself for his butt fucking.

Mark had never felt such a collision of emotions before, three great desires of trust, sexual need, and submission magnifying each other and then fusing into an insatiable desire to be dominated. His helpless and vulnerable state transformed into fulfillment. His lover had entered his body, and there was no where else in the universe he wanted Toshi to be. In an urge almost desperate to show his acceptance, he arched his ass up as high as he could to give Toshi an extra easy angle for his fucking.

Toshi read Mark's body language perfectly. With one hand giving a rigorous wet handjob to his penis, she began to rotate her other hand, drilling sideways deep within his rectum, searching for the prostate. She could feel Mark shaking beneath her hands, felt his erection lengthen and pulse under her sliding grip, and she knew that his orgasm was only moments away. She could feel the desperate need for it in his quivering body, and in love she would not deny him or tease him any longer. Her probing fingertip at last found its target, a hard tight ball high up inside the rectal cavity. She caressed the sensitive gland lightly with the pad of her fingertip.

"Not yet," she thought. "Don't milk him yet. Wait for the ejaculations." After locking the gland's position in her mind, Toshi let her finger drift away, sliding along the rectal walls with erotic caresses.

Mark was shivering beneath her as she worked him, almost dizzy with how fast Toshi was driving him to orgasm. Below him hung his erection, and Toshi was jerking him off, slick pulls both back and forth and mixing in slick finger rubs against the swollen penis glans. Meanwhile her other finger, her other incredible finger was rotating, caressing his rectal walls and shoving in and stretching and opening his anus, plunging deep and sliding along the slimy connection between his rectum and intestine. The feel of the deep finger was pure eroticism, and it was driving Mark to a shattering release.

"Toshi," he moaned, feeling the sliminess of her deep caresses. "I'm not very clean for you."

In love, Toshi dropped out of her role, just for a moment. "Oh, don't worry about that. It's sexy for me to feel your shit." And then she dropped back into play. "I am taking you!" she hissed. "I am taking you up your butt. This feels so good for me! I have pushed my penis into your butt, and you are giving me great pleasure! Can you feel me, my love?! You're so beautiful. You have opened your ass for me and you are so beautiful! Can you feel my stiff erection up your butt?"

Toshi groaned in her desire. She was struck by an unexpected desire to bend down and bite his ass cheek hard. She leaned and kissed his ass instead, and then couldn't resist, two shift nips with her sharp teeth into the defenseless flesh. Mark's eyes blinked wide as the harmless pain pushed him exactly where Toshi wanted him to be. Mark was female, and a powerful, wild male had mounted his/her rear. Mark's only chance for survival was to submit.

"Feel my eagerness for you?" Toshi asked in a hiss, her finger a wiggling, wild animal inside his rectum. "I'm going to press in and release as deep as I can. I am going to brand you with my cum up your butt! I am going to milk you and make you mine!" Toshi was panting heavily, and in love her focus was so completely locked on Mark's pleasure that she was totally unaware of her own approaching orgasm.

Mark felt as if he were sliding slowly across the top of a long rollercoaster chute. The long drop was about to begin. The wildly corkscrewing finger in his butt had settled down, and Toshi's long finger was beginning to stroke his prostate. The sensation at first was that of a light caress. Toshi was probing gently and working out the exact angles and curling positions she wanted to use when she got down to business. Then she felt Mark's anal tunnel spasm and grip down on her probing finger super tight. She decided to incorporate the tight feel into the game.

"Feel how thick I've grown?" she panted. "Feel how my penis is curled and pressed up tight against your butt walls? I am about to explode my seed into you!" Her own pelvis spasmed, and she grunted as she shook off the unexpected sensation. "I'm taking you! I'm taking you now!"

She drilled him, rapidly sliding in and out of his rectal cavity while her other hand wildly pumped his penis. She saw his balls contract into a tight nut and drilled in deeply with her finger one last time, nailing the target gland dead on. Mark's penis pulsed with its first ejaculation. Toshi had timed him perfectly. She had his rectal button positioned and locked and she started pumping vigorously, timing her prostate milking with her hand squeezes on the hanging erection below. She was rewarded with the feel of a second spurt of semen shooting out of Mark's penis. She caught the big wet spurt in her palm, and then another.

Toshi's body was flush with her sexual desire to please and dominate. She wanted to drive Mark to exhaustion, work his orgasm and drain him completely. Panting with her eagerness, Toshi kept squeezing the flaring penis head with her palm, using his cum as lubrication as she caught the releases, and all the while her buried finger kept milking his prostate. Suddenly an electric current seemed to erupt out of nowhere inside her loins. "My God Mark!" she cried in a whisper, her game forgotten as her uterus spasmed. "I'm cumming!"

Mark was delirious. He had never had an orgasm anything like this, never even imagined such sexual pleasure could exist. The release of his desire, it was so pure and raw. Toshi's cries from her own spasms somehow seemed distant and far away. He floated in ecstasy, moaning slightly only once, and then the perfect finger slipped out of his butt. He blinked his eyes awake. Toshi was lying near him, curled up in a ball. She was sobbing, almost too softly to be heard, but she was definitely crying.

Mark raised himself up and looked down. Toshi had been thoughtful enough to place a dry washcloth underneath where he would orgasm. Some of his semen was lying neatly collected in the center of the small thick cloth, and what was not in the cloth was either smeared on his wilting penis or was being held tightly in Toshi's clenched fist. Mark gathered the cloth into a ball, cleaned his penis for a moment and then tossed the cloth to the floor.

He put his hand gently on the hip of crying Toshi and whispered her name. Getting no response, He curled around the her back, his head touching hers from above, his nose and lips touching her ear, his chest fitting around her back, his limp penis pressing against a soft ass cheek, male thighs and knees and shins fitting closely to the undersides of her female thighs and calves. His hand came up and held her once more where the curve of her hip met her waist, holding her body to his, never wanting to let go. "Toshi," he whispered again.

The woman in his arms shivered and said nothing. Mark held her quietly, blinking in the moonlight, feeling his lover crying almost silently as he pressed his body against hers. Mark sighed and looked up, noticing some extra washcloths Toshi had brought. He reached over and picked one up. It was damp with clean water.

Mark took Toshi's hand, the one she had used to fuck him, and cleaned her hand with the cloth, spending extra time with the long dirty middle finger. He took another cloth, and another hand, and cleaned the semen from her, from the palm her hand and her fingers, and then where his cum had smeared on her stomach. The simple acts of having her body washed and cleaned by her lover calmed Toshi down immensely. The crying changed to deep sighs, and the sighs evolved to slow breathing.

"Oh Mark," she whispered in Japanese in great sleepiness. "I'm so happy. All my dreams…" Toshi turned to face her lover, her hand came up touched his face, and they stared into each others eyes in the pseudo moonlight. They had never before established a mind connection in such dim light, but they were managing one now.

There were no words, only emotions and images, core images of self and self with spouse, images as deep as self awareness ever gets. Toshi's mind was filled with emotions of peace and fulfillment, swirling lazily around and around a core of pure joy and acceptance. Within the link, Toshi offered Mark everything she had, everything that was truly hers, her body and her mind, and she pleaded with him to accept the gifts and to cherish them forever.

She thought nothing more. Her eyes closed. Mark's hand came and cupped her breast. Toshi swooned drowsily and turned slightly. A few minutes later she was fast asleep.

Mark held her in the darkness for a long while, thinking, it seemed, of just about everything. One thing for sure, he decided. He would protect Toshi as his wife, care for her as his wife, love her as his wife. To do otherwise would be absolutely impossible. In a gratitude without boundary he accepted her gifts. He fell asleep beside her as a husband holding his wife.

Chapter 37.


Diagram of southernmost point of White Mall diamond array, showing a bit of sand on the far left and then the three colored bands of yellow, red, and black cobblestones before the green ivy outside the hexagon, plus the blue circular indentation in the white marble floor, plus the overhead footprint of the stairwell (stairs lead down to the left, the west-southwest direction).

Time: The next morning, Monday, January 28, 2019 7:28 AM

Mark was having a very strange but not unpleasant dream. He was wading through shallow puddles of warm water while a naked Toshi was dancing around him in delight. Her eyes! They were so strange. Her beautiful Japanese eyes were sparkling like diamonds. And then Mark stirred and woke up. The dream had been semi-real. Toshi was kneeling near the bottom of the enormous bed. She had brought several cloths and she was washing his feet.

Frida was semi asleep near him, but as Mark turned to smile at his bride, the movement woke up his sleepy bedmate. Frida sat up and watched Toshi in her work for a while, and thought the expressions of love from Toshi's hands were unmistakable. "Hey," she said with a grin, "Did you guys get married last night?"

Toshi shared the briefest of a mind link with Mark, just to confirm her understanding, and then nodded, a smile bursting on her face. "Yes, I guess we did."

"And you didn't invite me to the wedding?" Frida replied with a laughing smile. "I'm very disappointed."

"Well," said Toshi, "It was kind of a private ceremony."

"Oh, I'm sure!" Frida laughed again and then paused for a moment. She was fascinated with her companion's work. "Toshi, may I ask? Is this some sort of Japanese custom, for the wife to wash her husband's feet?"

Toshi grinned back. "Not exactly. The Samurai have a foot washing ceremony as part of their sword training. In terms of honoring my husband, perhaps I'm starting a new custom. What do you think Mark?"

"Hmmm? Yeah, sounds and feels like a great idea." He sighed in the loving caresses of her hands and added, "provided I get to wash your feet too."

"I was hoping you would approve." Toshi paused for a moment. "Perhaps I could wash your feet in the morning, and if you like, you can wash my feet at night."

"Hey!" interrupted Frida with a big smile. "What about me? I have feet too!"

Simultaneously in the Red Mall lounge.

Jada leaned back in her chair and took a rest for a moment. There were twenty people in the lounge, their entire group except for the three people trapped at Black Mall. They were about half way through their weekly Hour of Common Prayer, and Jada was enjoying been with such a large group of people. They had so many projects going on, it was rare to have everybody together.

Jada smiled to herself. "A group of twenty, is that a large group now? I guess it is, certainly an awesome percentage of what's left of humanity." She took a deep breath and got back into the group's conversation. Holly was telling Fatima it was folly and a horrible idea to try to create a new religion. In Holly's opinion, the history of Earth provided far too many examples of religions being used to dehumanize people.

"I know," replied Fatima. "That's something I worry about too. But I don't think the danger is intrinsic to religion. People have a tendency to form habits and customs whether they're religious or not, and then to shun people… well, maybe shun is too strong a word. I'm thinking of the practice of pulling back from full acceptance. It's the responsibility of each of us not to fall into this trap. I'm trying to build a faith where we never do that, where we never pull back from people with different beliefs, or even no belief at all in a deity."

Holly stared at Fatima with a frown. "Easy to say, but do you really mean that? What if your own children wanted to pick a different religion, or no religion at all?"

"Who's in charge Holly?" Fatima replied. "Who should be in charge of the unique relationships my children will have with the Creator?"

Holly grinned. "Even if their relationships are limited to rejecting your Creator's existence?"

"Yes, even then! It's not my job to be in charge! My children need to explore and build their own relationships. I might want to share what my own relationship is like, but that's appropriate, is it not? A parent should want to guide. A parent should want to prepare their child for the joys and sorrows of life. But offers to guide and share are not controls! Even if you were my own child Holly, why should I want to control your beliefs? Why?"

Holly stared back thoughtfully. "Wow Fatima, that's not the attitude of religions I'm familiar with, and I'm including Islam when I say this."

"I know. I've done a lot of soul searching this past month, made a lot of changes in how I approach my Creator. Fundamentalists within my old faith would probably judge me an apostate now. I think… I think what we're doing now in these Prayer Hours is extremely important. I think in addition to talking about our faiths, we're laying the groundwork for our government."