Johan Birch

There was always something sexy about her climbing me like a tree. She would put her arms around my neck, then latch either leg around my ass and ease her way up. I would help her up, my cock slipping into her as the climb continued.

I stood still, Petra's eyes blazing with lust. She wasn't moving her body, but she was giving me the inside treatment. My appreciation for the way she could stimulate me never waned. It was also the best method to bring up to orgasm simultaneously because Petra increasing her muscle movements also increased her stimulation. She was just building me up, then she stopped.

Petra's eyes gleamed, this wasn't going to be a normal surprise. I could have finished us both by simply moving in and out of her, but she was building up to something. She wiggled her butt, a sign for me to let go, then released her hold on my neck, sliding down my body until we were toe-to-toe.

She snapped her fingers, and was handed a blindfold by someone standing behind me. This was usual for us, it told me that she was going to introduce a new player into the game, and that she was a bit shy. I felt the brush of a small hand when she pulled it back, a tickle of hair on my ass.

Petra had recruited another woman! She had done a pretty good job of hiding it, usually I could usually see it in her little demon face. It was relatively easy for Petra to find women who wanted to have sex with me, but she always managed to give it away.

She put the blindfold on, then turned me around and pushed me back on the bed. There were tiny hands on my cock, which made the newcomer about Nora's size. I felt the other set of hands a moment later, adding to the surprise. Hopefully I would get to see Petra do some rug-munching later.

I had no warning, no buildup. That erotic thought, coupled with the stimulation of my cock, caused me to shoot out a load of cum, causing squeals of delighted from my guests. My cock was quickly mounted, and my cum started shooting into a pussy. She started rocking back and forth, trying to get as much out of me as she could.

Petra told me to close my eyes, and then pulled off my blindfold. I knew to expect a hot, juicy pussy to be lowered onto my face. This woman had pubic hair, and I showed my approval by tugging on it a little bit with my teeth.

Number one was going good on my cock, her pubic bone running along it just fine. Number two leaned over, putting her arms above my head and started fucking my face. She was hot and tasted like peaches, so I was settling in for a long meal when she started to cum.

I reached around her and managed to get to her nipples so I could pinch them and prolong her orgasm. Peach juice gushed all over my face and I swallowed whatever went into my mouth. I started to suck on her clit, but she rolled off my face with a grunt.

The other woman, however, was riding me just fine. I opened my eyes to see Petra's hands, pinching the woman's nipples. That was so fucking erotic that it made me cum again. Petra gave me a wink, then started sucking on the woman's neck, still looking at me. The woman started shaking and moaning, even louder when Petra pinched her nipples so hard they looked flat.

When number one fell to the side, and off my cock, I couldn't help but snicker. "You brought a couple of lightweights to the party," I joked.

"They talked big," Petra shrugged. "I thought I would give them a chance."

I nudged the one who had dismounted my face, she was down for the count. "These are wicca?"

"They're both about a buck-and-a-half." That meant that the women were almost one hundred fifty years old. Petra nodded. "They don't have virgin auras, so I didn't know how much experience they had."

"More time for me and you," I beckoned to her.

Petra pounced on me, not mounting my cock, but leaning down to kiss me instead. Her long, jet-black hair curtained around our heads as she gave me long, slow kisses.

I felt a stirring by my head, number two had awakened and was probably surveying the situation. Breaking the kiss, Petra reached out and snagged whatever body part was closest. "Where do you think you're going?" It was her fake grouchy voice, it worked on pretty much everyone but me.

"I'm sorry, Mistress, we should probably leave," a little voice replied.

"I'm guessing you picked up a couple of poseurs?" I quipped.

"Maybe I should put them in the pot, have them for dinner instead," Petra cackled.

"They would be tasty if they marinated in their own juices," I agreed.

A shuffling by my feet let me know that the other woman was awake. "Please don't eat us."

Petra let go of the woman she was holding onto. "We could invite the family."

"Joshua wouldn't come, he doesn't like anyone under two hundred," I countered.

Both the women scurried off the bed. Petra rolled off me, and I sat up on my elbows. "Relax, ladies," Petra soothed. "We're just teasing you."

"You shouldn't tease like that." The brunette wagged her finger at me, causing her little tits to wiggle.

"Let's try this again," I got off the bed. I went to the brunette and offered my hand. "Johan Birch."

"Carrie," she took my hand but didn't release it.

"You are?" I asked the redhead.

"Sally," she responded.

I looked over my shoulder at Petra. "A buck and a half?"

"Carolinia," the brunette corrected herself.

"Suits you better," I nodded.

"Salome," the redhead said.

I pulled my hand back from Carolinia and offered it to Salome. She took my hand and I pulled her into an embrace. "We're going to take this one at a time, okay?"

"S-s-sure," Salome answered.

Petra had gotten off the bed and circled behind Carolinia. She wrapped her arms around her and cupped Carolinia's tits. "Come on, watch and learn."

"I want video," I said to her.

"We aren't..." Petra gave me a quizzical look. "Leaving."

"Go ahead, Petra."

She gave me a pouty look. "We'll stay."

Petra had admitted earlier that she didn't want to take on another woman by herself. That kind of threw everything I had thought about our marriage out the window. I thought she had been getting laid as much as I was, the amount of times she left me alone with my girlfriends. Now I had to re-evaluate that thought, and I wasn't going to interrupt the mood.

Salome's body crushed up against mine had brought my pecker to life. I pulled her backward to the bed, turning her around when I felt it on the back of my legs. She didn't have much choice as to whether or not to raise her legs, and I set her down on her knees. I cast a look at Petra, she was doing just fine with Carolinia. One of her hands had moved down to Carolinia's crotch, telling me that her show was getting started as well.

Salome had moved back a little on the bed, but hadn't lay down yet. I cupped her breasts in my hands, leaning in for a kiss. I forgot about her tits and put my hands on her head to hold her into place. She moaned into my mouth, teasing my tongue as forward as it could go. There was a tentative touch on my cock, followed by it being enclosed in a fist. She rubbed the head up against her pubic hair, stimulating it further.

I pushed forward with my hips, causing her to let go of my cock. I slipped between her legs as opposed to into her pussy. Her pubic area was hot and slippery, and I almost came again right then. Salome pulled her head free of my kiss. "Please, not yet," she whispered. "Don't waste your seed."

"Baby, there's more where that came from."

"Johan, I want it all," she grunted.

"Okay."

My hands released her head so that she could pull away. Salome pushed back from me, laying back on the bed as she freed her legs. I reached down and hooked my hands underneath her thighs and pulled her to the edge of the bed so I could enter her. She was tight. The way she gasped when I entered her made me think that I was causing her pain, but she nodded at me to continue. I pulled back, almost to the point of exit, and slipped into her again.

"Harder," she whispered.

My next thrust wasn't so soft, and she gasped, then smiled. She wanted it rough. I slammed into her again and again, watching her glorious tits slosh back and forth on her chest. The look on her face changed, head tilting back, then she let out a groan so long, and then BAM! She let out a loud, glorious shriek. I kept slamming into her, looking for my own orgasm and found it a minute later. I shot wad after wad into her, probably so far into her that I was filling up her womb with cum.

Sated, I fell onto the bed. A moment later, Salome scooted up so that she and I were face-to-face. "Thank you."

"Thank you," I smiled at her.

"Do you mind if I have your baby?" She asked. "I can, all of your seed in me."

"Of course you can. Did Petra ask you not to?"

"She said it was okay, and she is the wife, but I wanted to ask you," Salome replied. "Are we allowed to stay near you, maybe do this again?"

"Why do you ask?"

"Nora, she asked us what kind of house we wanted, as long as it was in Los Angeles. It is so far away from here."

"Salome, I just have a house here because I do business in the desert. My main estate is in Los Angeles. Nora wanted to make sure that we could be together again, you see?"

"When Nora approached us, we thought she was joking. Then she introduced us to Mistress Petra, who said the same things. We have been promised much in the past, but never been given anything."

"Salome, we are all serious. This won't happen every day, or every week, but you will want for nothing as my..."

"Concubines?" Salome brightened up.

Hmm.A wife but not a wife.

"Who said that?" I asked.

"It was...implied," Salome admitted. "That's what Carolinia and I want to be."

"That sounds pretty good," I half-agreed.

"Good. Can we get something to eat? I'm starving."

"Sure."

Petra and Carolinia were clothed and putting the finishing touches on a dinner for four. I hadn't heard them leave the bedroom, but I hoped they had gotten some satisfaction together. As it turned out, they hadn't. They had left Salome and I to our own devices and just taken a shower together, and that was all. No hanky-panky at all. I asked Petra to please have at least as much sex as I had, she replied that she wouldn't be able to get any of her work done if she did. I sensed that she was copping out, but not why. I countered with the fact I had sex at least twice a day, most of the time not with her, and it was only fair if she had pleasure as well.

Salome and Carolinia, obviously trying not to listen to our conversation, whipped their heads around to look at us. They evidently knew some secret, something that Petra wasn't telling me.

"Why are you biting your lip?" I asked. "What are you hiding?"

She went over to Salome and gave her a peck on the cheek, holding out her hand. Salome made the movement that resembled a woman pulling out earrings, and she placed them in Petra's palm.

Petra walked back over to me, holding out her hand. "Here." I knew immediately what I was looking at when I saw the two diamond post earrings in her palm. Almost every woman that Petra had brought to me in the past few years had been wearing diamond-posted earrings. It was then that remembered the spell from the library; there was a way to enchant objects to absorb physical energy, principally orgasmic energy, and hold it for an indefinite period of time. That meant that every time that I had sex with a woman, Petra could relive it to her heart's content from that woman's point of view. Of course the earrings would have to be posted, the only way to capture that energy was from something piercing the body.

"Everybody but Nora," I whispered.

"No, you and Nora get to keep all of your sexual collisions private," Petra smiled.

Collisions.Yes, I remember that term from a book.Frank was a genius.

"I'm sorry, Mistress Petra," Salome said.

"It's all right, dear," Petra waved her down.

"You're sneaky," I wagged my finger at her. "So all of this time I've been thinking that I am depriving you, and you get to experience it anyway."

"Baby," Petra caressed my face. "Just as every woman feels different to you, she feels different to me. I'm actually lucky because I get to experience it from multiple points of view. I have felt you inside many different bodies, and that is amazing."

"So you don't have just one pair of those," I indicated the earrings in her palms.

"Nope. I have every experience from every woman you have ever made love to. Sometimes you have fucked them hard, sometimes you take them slow and easy. I have them all. Plus I get the bonus of you in the flesh, and believe you me, that's something."

I didn't know why I felt so inadequate when Petra said that. Maybe it was because of the fact that she could replay any sexual experience with me whenever she wanted, from the point of any woman I had screwed. When would she reach the point that I was no longer needed?

The caress turned into a slap. "How dare you think that?" Petra demanded. "I need you, I think that I always have! When I replay what happens, it tells me that I have chosen another wonderful woman for you! I want you to be happy until you take your last breath, husband, and leaving you alone would make you sad!"

"Sad, huh?"

"Think of it as...entertainment...okay? It's like watching a movie, except I get to feel it. You have control of a multinational corporation, but you have to fly in hours a distance that I can travel in seconds. I'm not really comfortable in aircraft, no wiccan is, remember?"

"Yes," I nodded.

"Don't let me feel that from you again, feeling like you're not good enough for me. I'll slap that low self-esteem right out of you!"

"Yes, Mistress," I chuckled.

Petra turned to look at Salome and Carolinia. "I'll show you two mistress!"

"You're going to spank them?" I asked.

"Only Salome, it's Carolinia's turn now. Make sure you do her soft, she's the softer of the two. Peaches."

Carolinia was Peach Juice.I was going to enjoy her.

I led Carolinia into the bedroom and closed the door. She stood in front of me, stock-still. I could see the glint of diamonds in her ears, telling me that she had Petra's orgasm recorders. I felt honored by that, knowing that only Petra could use them as only the woman who cast the enchantment could feel the energy.

"Hmm, what to do with you?" I stood in front of her, running my finger down the neckline of the gauzy dress that she wore. I could see her nipples perk up through the material. "So, you want to be my concubine. Why?"

"Because your wife promised us that we could share your heart," Carolinia sighed.

"Salome said that has been promised to you before, in the past." I walked behind her, still following the neckline of the dress through her hair.

"But never from the wives," Carolinia shuddered. "Always from men who wanted secret lovers."

Hence the non-virgin auras.

"My wife is sincere," I stopped in front of her.

"Yes, we both understand that," Carolinia nodded.

"What do you think of bearing my children?" I asked.

"Children?"

"You don't want more than one child?"

Carolinia gasped. "Of course...But..."

"All of the women who share my life don't just share my bed once," I clarified. "That's why we want you close. This isn't just some one-time thing, this is a relationship that will last till all of us take our last breaths."

"You mean we won't have to give up the children?" Carolinia asked, confused.

"No," I shook my head. "Whatever made you think that?"

"Nora said we should live in Los Angeles."

I reached out and put my finger under her chin, so that she would look me in the eyes. "Have you never been to Los Angeles?" I asked.

"No."

"Los Angeles is protected by an Azelon Enchantment. No dark magic or sorcery can be used there. Nora asked you to live there for your protection as well as the protection of my children. It's a haven for all wicca."

"We have never heard that," Carolinia admitted. "We thought..."

"Carolinia, I want you to join my family...my clan. This isn't just some one-time thing, this is life. If you want to live it there, sure. What happened to you that you would doubt us?"

"We were enslaved, brought to the Americas by wicked men, passed along to other wicked men until the last died."

"Goddess, slavery," I muttered. "I couldn't have lived with that, I would have taken my last breath."

"We didn't know about taking our last breath," Carolinia admitted. "Not until recently. Salome and I only knew that we lived long lives, not about magic."

"I would level curses at gaia for letting slavery even happen," I muttered. "Goddess, slavery."

"Johan...Master?"

"Just Johan. And Petra is not 'Mistress.'"

"Yes."

At least she didn't say 'Of course.'

"Thank you, for loving me. For loving us."

"Carolinia, it has been my pleasure."

She giggled. "I accept your offer. Not because I think that I have to, but because I want to. You're so...hairy, and that looks like fun."

Fun for me too.

"Carolinia, as much as I would love to eat you, I need some time to digest this new information," I said. "Will you lay with me? Do you want to lay with me?"

"I'd love to."

I took that opportunity to rip the dress from her body. It was gauzy, but it had a 'slit line' knit into the fabric. That meant if a fabric was knitted a certain way, a rip along that line would cause that fabric to separate easily. I had learned that from Graham while touring his 'knitting mills.'

Carolinia was more than happy to crawl into bed with me, naked. She little-spooned and wiggled her body until I slipped inside her. From there it was just a matter of her moving her hips until I orgasmed inside her. It was a wonderful feeling for me, and I hoped that Petra would get a wonderful feeling from her.

***

Sunday, when Petra and I were driving to the Las Vegas airport from the city proper, security cars fell in around us when we were a few kilometers out. Petra checked our phones, and told me there were no messages of any kind for either of us.

Petra called the security chief, growling at her in German rather than English because that showed her level of displeasure.

After she ended the call, Petra took a moment to compose herself. Someone had tried to grab Hillary an hour previous, and one of the club 'assistants' had been injured thwarting the attempt. Joelle was actually getting ready to call us to report on the situation. The lead and follow cars had just gotten to us first.

I asked Petra if we knew who had made the attempt, and she replied that it was an old enemy of Jaci Stone: Don Roy Palamo.

Normally an attempt like that would incur the wrath of the local capo, Don Rico Rossi, but he had already passed on the contract. That left it available for other families to pick up. I had been forewarned, but I thought that word of the conference would spread, so I hadn't been totally forearmed. I would have to take care of The Hollywood Don, then I would have a little chat with the board of Nevada Northern Power.

Rico was having his customary private lunch at his restaurant downtown. I told all security to black-bag whatever goombah was closest to them and bring them to one of my warehouses south of Vegas.

I was slightly annoyed that Joshua got out of the car behind me, not having been in there when the journey began. "Why are you here?"

"We are just here to carry out your judgement, should you make one."

Judgement. We.

I walked into the warehouse, Joshua four steps behind me on my left. He was expecting trouble, and I didn't know why.

All told, there were three dozen family men and an equal number of my security. The atmosphere was tense, but nobody was fighting yet. Security was unarmed, but I had the feeling that the ten other Revengers in the warehouse were ready for action.