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Click hereI had heard tell of such events as this in those little books that some of the gentile women in Saint Joseph or Saint Louis passed from hand to hand in private reading partings or at tea. I had managed to find myself in the company of such a gathering once when Jacob visited business partners in Saint Louis. He sent me to visit with the womenfolk, and one seemed to desire to scandalize me for the group's entertainment, so she gave me this little book and asked me to read a passage or two. But, of course, it would have been a scandal for the proper wife of a landed gentleman like Jacob to be heard reading such as the things contained in that book. Still, I would not be dissuaded, and I read of the proper Roman or some such woman being set upon by Nubian warriors and used in the most scandalous ways.
The result was not what they had expected. But, being a librarian and a teacher at the time, I read the work with such passion and color that those ladies commenced to fanning themselves and breathin' hard with pink faces until one by one and sometimes two's they excused themselves looking for cool drinks. Until finally, I was left alone to read the book in peace. It was... entertaining.
With all that, this moment, these women administering to my pleasure was beyond anything I could have imagined enjoyment to be, not for any other reason than I felt loved.
I relaxed into their gentle hands; Emma excited my core until I was bouncing about the bed like I was having a fit, them girls were laughing and kissing, and pretty soon, I was joining in.
They tickled and pinched and suckled and bit until I was near to going mad. It was then that Emma put that monstrous log at my entrance, and I believed I would die. But, instead, she gently but firmly drove it forward, and I thought a steam engine was comin' in me for the feel of it.
The next thing my thinkin' mind perceived was Emma's breasts in my face, and my legs being drawn up by Pixie and Kate to meet Emma's shoulders, while I was trying my mightiest to suckle the breasts I loved most, which were bunched between my legs. Pixie and Kate were doing their utmost on my teats. Emma was working as a beast of burden, her sweat was running from her in sheets, and she was driving that infernal monster up through my body and out my throat. I had never seen nor felt such a thing and doubted any such a phallus existed on mortal man, for it was all out of proportion for any I had ever seen, but by all that was decent to feel that thing was divine.
All good things must come to an end, the cries of my sweet torture were stifled by young Pixie stuffing my mouth with a cloth that tasted of a woman, and not mine. She did this to muffle my screams, but I suspect she had other motives for she knew my indecent desires.
"She is almost there, a couple more strokes, then we finish her," she told them.
Emma had this hungry look that scared me and thrilled me all the same; I wanted to kiss her when I reached my goal, I begged Pixie with my eyes to engage me, and Emma and Kate saw it too.
"Take it out, Pixie, but Martha, you gotta keep quiet, we don't want a scene, and you been noisy as it is," I must have blushed red, for she laughed softly and looked into my eyes with such love.
"Now, girls!" Pixie was clear.
My body was near exploding when I felt Emma lift; Kate's left hand shot between Emma and me, Kate latched onto my nub. She pinched and pulled, as both she and Pixie grabbed a nipple pinched and pulled and then the world exploded, and Emma lifted onto her feet alone and, with all her strength and weight, drove down into me and the world exploded, then went black.
- COMMENTS
FranziskaSissyover 2 years agoAs the world is nature and includes us beings, each being, changings are the daily bread and the only constants ....... So martha expected some but not a total blackout this night , so change of plans
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Pixiehoffalmost 3 years agoAuthorThank you my darling Mama for all you add to this and my life - love alone does not change xxxxx
SerradaCalmost 3 years agoAs PixieHoff points out in her wonderful writing is that the only constant in life is change. Only in death is there a permanent state of stasis, and even that is an illusion. We are watching four bright stars in a complex dance of the spheres, some things come and go, and those that come will change the system as much as those that go. In the end, change remains.
Pixiehoffalmost 3 years agoAuthorThank you so much, Anonymous, I am glad that you see this shifting dynamic. At one level it makes things unstable, and Pixie, as we shall see, is able to do what she does here because she is developing in ways even she has not yet realised xxxxx
Anonymousalmost 3 years ago.
Interestingly, while all the sexual action is going on, Pixie is in control, despite being the most unassuming member of the quartet. Martha(Jacob) seems to recognize Pixie's influence over the group, and acquiesces to Pixie taking the lead, seemingly recognizing Pixie's dominance in certain situations; particularly when it comes to interpersonal matters and the doling out of pleasure. The ever changing D/s group dynamics really make this story one of a kind. None of the four primary characters is in complete controll, or completely lacking control, which adds extra layers of complexity and depth to the narrative. It also gives each character importance, which makes me truly care about each of them. Great work ladies!!!
Pixiehoffalmost 3 years agoAuthorThank you so much, darling Amadeus. Yes, here we get another "take", and only when you look below the surface and notice the things you notice do you get to the heart of the matter. And you are right, even then, assumptions are made which are incorrect - it is the complementarity which makes the world go round xxxxx
Pixiehoffalmost 3 years agoAuthorThank you so much darling Maonaigh - getting on with the next chapter, which should be a couple of days yet - so glad you are liking this new departure for me xxxx
OneAuthoralmost 3 years agoOf course, I am referencing the title of the chapter and the last scene - which was hotter than a summer's day in the prairie.
Beyond the fantastic sex between the lovely ladies (yes, even Martha is lovely), I liked the way she persuaded the owner at the main office of the shipping company to get them a wagon and quality horses... her legend as "Jack Anders" and her sharp shooting. And that neighbor lady that Martha encountered gave me a good laugh.
As with all the previous chapters, this was another 5 hundred star effort. :)
amadeuseroticalmost 3 years agoMy thoughts on history: It tends to be one-sided, but not necessarily binary. It's mostly written by men. Non-heterosexual inclinations of famous men have been duly recorded (Julius Caesar and Frederick the Great come to my mind). The people fading into the background are women, regardless of their sexual orientation.
Here we have a story written by two women. One becomes a legend by acting like a man. But a better way of saying would be: she acted like the person she was while being dressed as a man. Who is to decide that fighting skills and acts of bravery are inherently manly? We are too much hung up on appearances. Only Martha's neighbor in their lodging spots the non-obvious. She surely hears the girls screaming joyfully behind the unlocked door, but she also notices the scent of Martha's soap. This is only possible by observing closely and paying attention to subtle flavors.
We have the records of history, one-sided and binary as they may be. But if we look closely, we discover more. Pixie's breasts may be small, but that doesn't mean they are unimportant and negligible. They need as much loving attention as the biggest double-D-sized boobs. Pixie's orgasm is discreet and silent, but as important and earth-shattering as the noisy explosions of joy by Emma and Kate.
Martha notices and remembers Pixie's orgasm even as she is enthralled in the sensory overload provided by her 3 lovers.
Martha and Pixie are yin and yang, complementary and yet one. Together they make each other and the world whole.
