The Designer Ch. 11

Kelly grabbed my head, and turned it to her, kissing me deeply while Aly fucked me. I crossed one hand over to grab one of Kelly's breast as we kissed. I explored the difference between the different boob in each hand. Kelly's felt heavier, but Alyssa's nipples seemed harder. Aly's nipples were smaller, Kelly's light pink aureole were less apparent. This brief exploration did little to distract me from the delicious feeling of Aly riding my cock.

Having just orgasmed, I wasn't too sensitive, but Alyssa was riding me hard. She was chasing her own orgasm, and was racing to the finish as quickly as she could. I lowered my hand from her breast to rub her clit, and she started bucking hard. Inhaling in gasps she moaned loudly.

"OH FUCK, I'M CUMMING!" Alyssa screamed, and I wondered if we had any neighbors.

She collapsed down onto me and rolled off on the side of me opposite Kelly. As she rolled off, a quickly showered Lexi ready to pounce. She crawled up on the bed, and took a quick suck from my knob, enjoying the taste of Alyssa. Then with Kelly helping she slid onto my cock and started up where Alyssa left off. I was starting to feel like a life-sized Sybian machine.

"Ready to race?" Lexi asked, sliding her fiery hot pussy over my rigid shaft.

I could only nod, as she started to move her athletic body up and down. She lifted her knees, with her knees on the bed, started moving up and down my cock. A perverted deep knee bend, she found a quick pace, and rattled off a dozen repetitions that left me breathless. Then moving into a jockey position, Lexi leaned into me and rode me hard. Her small breasts running up and down my chest as she galloped towards her orgams. Looking up at me with wild eyes, she tossed her hair and moaned.

"FUCK! YES!" she exalted slamming down onto me one last stroke.

Her pussy quivered deliciously, her small body quaking as she rode through her orgasm. Spent she slid off me, revealing Carmen standing behind her.

"Damn, Lexi!" Carmen said, "I hope you saved some for the rest of us?"

Carmen winked at me and climbed onto the bed, kneeling between my legs. She lowered her mouth over my twitching cock, and took my whole length in her mouth, and slowly sucked as she pulled it back out. Feeling my balls rise, she used both hands to jerk up and down my cock. She held her mouth over the cock head, sealing her lips around it, as she bathed the slit with hungry lapping licks. I lifted my hips and roared.

"you're gonna make me CUM!" I shouted, as I felt the first pulse start in my balls.

Carmen took my first jet in her mouth, then pulled off with a plop. She continued to milk my cock, pointing it at my belly, and four more ropes of cum shot up against my chest. The streams of cum slowed, coating my abdomen with my seed. Carmen smiled at me as I watched her milk a couple of oozing drops onto my pubic hair.

"Have some breakfast, ladies!" Carmen announced to the other three girls.

Carmen treated herself to sucking the cum from my stem, while Kelly and Lexi knelt together on one side, with Alyssa on the other. The three heads licked up the cum, like kittens drinking milk from a saucer. Then Kelly and Lexi shared a kiss, their tongues deep in each other's mouth. Alyssa slid up to me her blue eyes wide with awe.

"That was amazing to watch," she said, before kissing me deeply.

I tasted the salty tang of my seed on her tongue. Which only overloaded my senses and I felt my cock pulse weakly once more before retracting from the last eruptive orgasm. Carmen squealed with the unexpected treat, sucking the load from the over sensitive tip. I moaned in response overcome with too many sensations.

"STOP!" I cried, suddenly sitting up and pushing Carmen away from my deflating prick.

"I've had too much," I explained to her shocked eyes.

I scooted off the bed, so many thoughts and emotions passing through my brain. I knew if I spoke, I'd say too much, or the wrong thing. I looked at all four of the lovely girls, they looked back at me with shock. That look was too much, I was sure they despised me. I turned my back on them, and walked to the other suite. I held my sobs until I'd passed through the portal, then cried as I headed to the bathroom. The noise of the shower would dampen the sound of me crying.

The hot water of the shower stung my skin as I stood under the spray. I needed the scourging heat to help me begin to assess my thoughts. I allowed myself to cry, I wasn't sure which emotions prompted the tears. Was it frustration, remorse, sadness or guilt? Maybe pure exhaustion. I couldn't process all my emotions at once. Since we got back from dinner, I had engaged in intercourse with five lusty females, one I had only met hours before. Two of them had been altered by me allowing our first sexual sessions only a week ago. The other two had been modified by me differently, but their modifications also allowed me to sate my sexual urges.

I was sure I had crossed some cosmic line, drifting across it with reckless use of my powers. I tried to determine if my power was corrupting my soul. I could justify my actions by telling myself that all the girls were happy, but how could they be free when I could use them so easily for my own lust. I cried my remorse into the steamy spray as I worked through my pain in my thoughts.

I felt a pair of hands wrap around my chest, under my nipples. Soft breasts pressed into my back. I stiffened, not wanting to be tempted again so soon. I stood rigidly, trying to control the sobs that coughed through my throat. I couldn't let my emotions be seen by any of the girls, I thought. I had to be strong, for them.

"Baby," Alyssa asked, the concern in her voice breaking my resolve, and I regressed into body heaving sobs.

"Baby, baby... shhhhhhh." Alyssa soothed, just holding my as I cried.

"Aly I've..." I started, "I've ruined those girls. They'll never be the same."

"Jeremiah," she consoled, "I love you baby, but you give yourself too much credit. You haven't ruined anyone, but you might be ruining yourself."

"I don't know what you mean," I gasped, "I've forced myself on five women, without any regard to their values."

"Jeremiah, stop it," Alyssa said, turning me around and finding my eyes, "you have not forced me, or any of us. You've changed us, enabled us to make choices, choices we made gladly, happily."

"But," I started, "How can I trust what you say is true? Since I've changed you too."

"Stop, Jeremiah," Alyssa said, "be quiet, and wash me. When I'm clean, I'm getting out while you shower, then we need to talk."

"What about the others?" I asked.

"I'll tell them we'll meet them for breakfast," Alyssa said, "they're washing the SEX off again."

Her teasing smile brought on a quiver of a smile to my lips, and I nodded. I grabbed the hotel provided shampoo and started to wash her hair. I let the routine, though sensuous, experience calm my nerves. After she rinsed her hair, Alyssa exited the shower wrapping a towel around her breasts. Blowing me a kiss, she shut the shower door.

I concentrated the cleaning ritual on myself. Using a dab of shampoo in my cropped hair. Shutting off the water while I soaped up my body. I roughly scrubbed my torso, legs and groin, not punishing, just reinforcing that I was alive, and this was real, not a dream or nightmare. Turning the water back on I leaned my head back and let the water sluice down my face, rinsing the suds from my scalp and flowing down my face, neck, chest, then finally the rest of my body. I let myself stay still under the hot water, until I had cleared my head of my torturous thoughts.

I opened the door and reached for a towel, drying my skin roughly with the cotton fabric leaving a rosy blush on my skin. I wrapped the towel around my hips and walked back into our suite. Alyssa was sitting cross-legged on the bed, drying her hair with a towel. She was fully dressed in our weekend uniform of jeans and a tee-shirt. She smiled at me as I came in the room.

"I'm sorry Aly," I started, "I left too abruptly, I think I was just overloaded. Did I upset any of the others?"

"No, Jeremiah," Alyssa assured, "I told them you were just over-stimulated. I don't think any of them, save me, understand how you are torturing yourself."

I found my bag, and opened it up. Rustling through the contents, I found a pair of briefs, and slid them on under my towel. Suddenly it didn't seem right to parade my naked manhood in front of Alyssa. Someplace deep inside I understood that a counseling session was started, and I was the subject. I pulled on a pair of jeans, and then let my towel fall as I buttoned the fly of my jeans.

"Put on a shirt too, please," Alyssa smiled, "I don't want to be distracted by your abs while we talk."

I laughed, understanding the situation. Alyssa and I always seemed to have an intuitive relationship. Knowing when the other was feeling sad, or happy, angry or hopeful. The sense I got was that I was missing something in what was happening, and Alyssa was about to fill in the blanks. I pulled over a comfortable tee-shirt, and sat on the bed opposite her.

"Okay, I'm ready doctor," I said, trying to inject some levity.

Alyssa leaned over and took my hand, "Jeremiah, I love you. Period. No questions. I have for quite a long time. Never question that. Never say that you made me love you, I already did."

I gulped, as a realizing how serious her tone. I loved her too, though I hadn't consciously realized it until we physically made love. That question was nagging in the back of my head in the past few days as we both engaged in our wild sexual activities.

"I love you too.." I started, then ceased as she put a finger to my lips.

"I know, Jeremiah." She finished with a smile. "I need you to understand, again, what you adjusted in me allowed me to express my love for you physically. That allowed my love for you to grow, and our relationship to change. I love that we can be more than friends, and are becoming truly lovers."

I smiled, waiting — dreading the next word.

"But," she started, and then frowned as I started to frown, and my tears welled in my eyes, "Oh Jeremiah, hush, baby. Let me finish. I can't stand to see you hurt. Listen honey, nothing is changing."

I blinked my eyes and swallowed, shaking my head, before forcing a smile to my lips, my heart beating hard in my chest.

"However," Alyssa altered, "I am still very much attracted to women, particularly all the women you've brought into my life. I can feel myself falling in love with them, a different love than ours, but still a real love. I look forward to exploring that love emotionally, and physically. I want to have that experience with you, Jeremiah."

I gulped and nodded.

"I sense that you are feeling a lot of guilt about using your powers on all of us," Alyssa said, "Can you tell me what you are feeling?"

"I don't know if I can," I admitted, "but, I'll try."

I took a deep breath, then exhaled long and slow, collecting my thoughts.

"I wonder sometimes if any of you would choose to be with me if I hadn't used my ability." I started, "I know that Kelly and Lexi were celibate before I adjusted them. I feel guilty because I worry that I've made them into sluts, only hungry for sex. Before we met Kelly was breaking up with her boyfriend because he wanted sex. Now, because of me, she is having sex with me and with women. I feel like I'm responsible for corrupting her."

"So you think sex is wrong?" Alyssa asked, "That it's dirty, and only to be used for procreation, not enjoyment."

"No," I admitted, "I obviously love to explore."

"So you just don't want women to explore?" Alyssa extrapolated.

"Not that either," I said, "Watching all of you explore each other was the hottest thing I've seen. I'm just worried if it would've even happened without my influence."

"I would have," Alyssa admitted honestly, "Carmen wanted to, and so did Becky, and both of them you haven't adjusted. From my perspective females enjoy exploring each others sexual responses. I think your adjustments to Kelly and Lexi only lowered their taboos about same-sex relationships, as well as sex outside of a formal relationship. That's not exactly abnormal, Jeremiah."

I shrugged, still unsure.

"Have they had sex with any other males, besides yourself?" Alyssa asked.

"No, not that I know of," I admitted.

"Would it bother you if they did?" she asked, her question caused a bit of pain in the back of my head.

"Would I be horrible if I said, yes it would bother me," I responded.

"Perhaps you have the issues, Jeremiah," Alyssa stated flatly, "I am secure that you love me, I harbor no restrictions to who you decide to have sex with, so long as you are honest with me, and with yourself. I see sexuality as an expression of love, and I think love is a universal notion."

She reached for my hand, as I listened to her speak. Her eyes sought mine. When she locked her peaceful blue eyes on mine, she continued.

"I love you, Jeremiah," she stated emphatically, "I love Carmen, Kelly and Lexi too, just differently. I think it's entirely okay if you love all of them as well. It's not conventional, if we all stay together, it will be difficult. But we can find a way to all be together. If that's what you want. You need to understand that YOU can control this, but YOU have to make peace with your own feelings."

I lowered my eyes to where our hands met. I ran my fingers over the back of her hand as I processed my thoughts. I did have a deep feeling of responsibility for all of the girls, even before I helped Carmen, I felt like I owed her for something. Was that love? A facet of love, perhaps. What if at the end of this weekend, we all left and I never saw the other three ever again. I felt a pit of panic in my stomach as I processed that, and I understood. I nodded and brought my eyes back up to meet with Alyssa's blazing blue irises.

"I do love them all," I admitted, "the thought of losing any of you, but you especially, feels like lead in the pit of my soul. I didn't want to admit that I loved them, because I thought if I loved them I couldn't love you too."

Alyssa smiled, and nodded at me, "Love isn't limited to only two people, love is magnified with each new relationship. Love doesn't mean sex, Jeremiah. Sex is just a physical way to show love. I think you still need to work on that. However, I'm perfectly fine with you loving them. I know you and I belong together, regardless."

"What if they don't feel the same way, what if they want me to choose?" I asked, dreading the answer.

"Jeremiah, you will never have to choose," Alyssa said quietly, "You have the unique power to make sure that you'll never have to make that choice. You might choose never to exercise that power, and that might make things interesting as we all deal with whatever choices each of us make. If I were in your shoes, I'd keep it so that we all feel the same way."

"Even if it means modifying them?" I asked dumbfounded, it seemed unethical, perverse.

"Yes, even then, because your power doesn't affect who each of them are," Alyssa explained, "It only limits how they exercise their choices, whether they feel guilt, or remorse. Your power can ensure they are free to act as they choose. As well as reinforce that choice with positive feedback."

"I need your help, Alyssa," I admitted, "I'll always need your help, I need you to keep me honest."

"I will Jeremiah," Alyssa said earnestly, "that's what I'm doing now. You have something that Kelly and Lexi now lack, a super-ego that can screw up how you make choices. You've adjusted Carmen's and mine to be more open, not more controlled. I'm trying to explain that to you. You need a fix, a modification."

"I can't see myself, I can't modify myself," I said starting to panic.

"Yes, you can." Alyssa assured me, "we all can without you, but it's a slow process. A lot of psychiatry has to do with addressing these same feelings you are processing now. It requires us to be honest, to think things through, to talk about it and communicate about our feelings. You're fixing yourself right now, talking to me."

I swallowed, trying to process what Alyssa was telling me. I lacked the ability to see and adjust my own moral boundaries. What I understood Alyssa to mean was that my power was a more direct influence than a psychiatric session. I really didn't know how I felt about that, but if I could work on my own feelings of repression and guilt, talking about them did seem to make the emotions less overwhelming.

"I feel a little better," I admitted, " thank you for being so patient with me."

Alyssa leaned forward and for the first time since she hugged me in the shower, she broke through the physical barrier and slid beside me. She wrapped her arms around me, and kissed me on my cheek. She nibbled on my ear, then pulled my face to hers and kissed me on my mouth, a sweet loving closed mouth kiss.

"I love you, Jeremiah," Alyssa smiled at me running her fingers around the base of my skull, "counseling session is over, can we go eat? I'm so hungry, I could eat bacon!"

I laughed and slid my arms around her, and lifted her up. She wrapped her hands around my neck as I slid my arm under her knees. I carried her to the door to our room, then set her down and kissed her again. I opened the door, but Alyssa held her hand to it, stopping it from opening. I lifted an eyebrow in question.

"We need to adjust Kelly, like we did Lexi last night," Alyssa reminded, "so listen for my cues and be ready. Stay engaged with all of us, Jeremiah, you need to learn to not drift off when we're all together talking."

I nodded, then smiled at her, "I thought counseling was over?"

She punched me in my belly playfully, and I confessed, "Yes, doctor, I'll be good."

"Good!," she said, opening the door, "Because when we're done with all this I want you to be bad again."

I groaned, playfully, but also felt my loins stir at the thought. "I'm incurable," I thought to myself. I slid my hand through Alyssa's and she folded her fingers between mine as we walked to the elevator. Each of us lost in our own thoughts. I could tell she was processing something, because she was nibbling on her lip, a nervous habit that I found endearing.

"What about self-control?" she finally asked, looking up at me.

"What about self-control?" I answered, she hated when I repeated her question, and her blue eyes fired up at me.

"You said you could feel self-control, along with their moral boundaries. So far, you've just been adjusting the moral profiles up or down. Can you influence someone's self-control?"

"I don't know," I answered honestly.

"We'd have to experiment again," she answered absently, retreating into her own thoughts.

Author's Note: Thanks for the comments and votes. Your support as readers continues to encourage me to write more. I read every comment, and am grateful for each one.

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