The Organization Pt. 03

"Oh god!" I gasped, my hand pressing hard into her heat. She moaned, and leaned down, her nipple falling out from between my almost slack lips, and kissed me, her lips warm and soft on mine, her breathing almost perfectly in sync with mine from the moment our lips touched. I felt a warm essence flow between us, a familiarity and the intimacy of two strangers destined to be more.

"Please...take off my panties," she whispered, her breath racing over my cheek. I did, eagerly, for the first time becoming actively complicit in my own seduction and indoctrination. Perhaps that was a sign that it had succeeded, regardless of how I might want to explain it to myself. The slick fabric slid off her hips, down her thighs, in an image that is every bit as burned into my memory as the beautiful women fucking on the plasma screen.

She had a lush little bush of reddish pubic hair, though trimmed well, and her labia and clit were a deep pink, almost rose, and already swollen and glistening, as though she had made love only minutes before. I noticed, too, a blush on her upper chest and cheeks.

"You've just cum, haven't you?" I said. She smiled.

"Yes," she admitted. "We all do here, often. You're going to be in heaven."

Had I been in a clearer state of mind, I surely would have thought these people insane. Instead, I found myself looking forward to seeing this girl, and the others, again, and in a position where I would be freer to reciprocate for the unending pleasure that they'd brought me.

"Let me lick you, now," I said, eager to take more pleasure, at least in what they'd allow me.

She moved her lush body in closer, the perfume of her overheated pussy now an aphrodisiac to me, bringing on a climax genuinely my own, independent of those manufactured by the sybian and vibrator, just now revving up to Full Orgasm Ahead speed.

My tongue slipped inside her wet cave of pleasure, her sweet cream cascading over it and into my mouth, down my chin and spilling onto my breasts to join the dried cum from the previous women. She held both hands to the back of my head, not to hold me prisoner there, but only to direct where my tongue and lips should go, through an intricate set of finger pressures on my scalp.

It seemed to work perfectly, as she was soon shrieking with pleasure.

"Oh god, god...lick my cunt, eat me, EAT ME...fuck, your tongue is so sweet and so good inside me, fucking me. God, yes yes yessss fuck MEEEE!" Her hips shook and quivered, and this time I was less shocked when she squirted from the overwhelming pleasure. Her hot liquid was salty, saltier than her cum had been, and while I felt something like the straight woman in a comedy routine who gets squirted with a flower, I also felt proud that I was becoming so good at making other women cum.

After a few seconds, she bent down again and kissed me, lingeringly.

"Wonderful lover," she murmured, and then reluctantly backed away.

I felt an overwhelming lassitude overcome me, finally. I was dimly aware of a gurney approaching the chair, and my restraints being removed, two sweet young girls helping me to stand on shaky legs, then placing me on my back on the wheeled bed. I didn't know if I was being wheeled away to be disposed of, or what.

What followed was a dream. I was dimly aware of being taken to a sumptuous bedroom, and sliding into a warm bath in a large, garden tub, then a naked woman joining me in the cozy, wonderfully clean and soothing fluid, gently bathing me with scented soap and shampoo, caressing my tired and weary body.

The last words I heard were, "And now your journey begins," and everything went to black.

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"Hi, how are you feeling?" A woman's soft voice asked. I rolled over from my right side to my back, the sheet cool on my back. I looked up into a pair of green eyes, in a girl's face framed by long and straight, light brown hair.

"Oh, hi," I said vaguely.

The girl face smiled. "Do you remember me? Do you know who I am?"

"Yes," I said slowly. "Ummm, Mary Ann?" She giggled.

"Very good," she said. "Do you remember how you got here?"

"Yeah...you kidnaped me," I said.

"No, silly, I mean do you remember how you got here, in my bed?"

"Ohh...something about a bath, someone bathing me, then...nothing," I said.

"Yeah, you were pretty gone, I'm sorry about that," she said.

"Well then, why did you do it?" I asked.

"Two reasons," she said. "We needed you for a specific job, and we needed you to be on our side from now on."

"I already have a job," I said. She kissed my shoulder, and a pleasant shiver ran through me.

"Yes, that's true, and we'll help you to finish it, but, well, think of this as a recruiting trip." I focused more closely on her, and raised up, leaning on one elbow as she leaned on hers, facing me. I couldn't help but notice that she was naked, as was I. I felt a slight twinge of disappointment that the top sheet hid her breasts.

"You seem awfully confident that I'll work for you," I said, challenging her.

"For good reason," she replied, leaning forward and kissing me. I was thrilled to see her sweet breasts exposed, just before her lips met mine. I eased onto my back, as she took over. The pillows and mattress were cool and soft under me, but with an underlying firmness that made our intimate pressures that much better. They smelled of hyacinths and I felt as though I were in a field of sweet wildflowers on the most beautiful day of my life.

Mary Ann's body was warm and soft against me, her breasts, soft pillows of pleasure, her bare nipples little nubs pressing into my own breasts, slightly smaller than hers. The heat of her vee radiated against my thigh, her humid slit wetting me in turn.

"I can't tell you how anxious I was that you be done with that...difficult session," she said.

"Can you explain why did that?" I asked.

"All of your questions will be answered, in time," she assured me. "But for now, the final step of your recovery and initiation." Although I wanted to know so much, her words seemed to quell my curiosity, at least for the moment, and I turned myself to receiving her attentions.

She kissed me, softly, moist, warm lips softly pressing to mine, moist, warm breath replacing mine, filling my lungs, a shared atmosphere that only we two knew or could ever experience. My heart fluttered at the romance, and the rightness of it, she determining for me what I should breathe.

I could as easily allow her to determine what I should wear, or what I should eat, or where I should work, or when I should be happy...

Somewhere, deep inside me, I knew that giving up my self-determination, my individual freedom to choose like that was...unusual. But even that small part of me, biding its time, could not call it wrong. And so I did as I should do - whatever Mary Ann wanted me to do.

"So sweet, so soft," I murmured. "Please me, I beg you, I want to be yours."

She smiled at me. "I know, darling," she whispered. "And I want to be yours, and we can be happy...will you do everything I ask of you?"

"Oh, yes," I murmured, smiling happily up at her. "Yes."

"Then, feel pleasure with me, and cum with me," she said, her lips returning to mine.

I've always loved women, I know it to be a true, undeniable fact. I dimly remembered a man kissing me once, but his image was fleeting, and, more pleasurably, my thoughts returned to the girl who had kissed me, an unknown time ago, when I was in that place of women, and orgasms, and too much pleasure. I've always enjoyed kissing soft lips, leisurely sharing of intimate openings with another.

I felt tingles begin in my clit, and turn into shivers that turned into quivering that turned into tremors of pleasure, as Mary Ann kissed me, the hottest, most earth-shattering climax coursing through me, a flood of pleasure that shook me from head to toe, my body limp on the mattress, Mary Ann gazing at me with a small smile.

"You're such a good girl, Kayce," she said. "Now let's do it the old fashioned way."

We kissed yet again, slow and leisurely, two women with nothing between them but air. Mary Ann brought her hand to my breast, gently caressing and cupping me there.

"So warm, so soft," she murmured, "your breasts are perfect." I did the same, feeling her feminine softness in my palm, her hard nubbin of nipple pressing into my palm. To my surprise, I could recall no other time when I had touched another woman's breast and nipple with my hand, and I wondered innocently why I never had done such a pleasant thing.

"Your breasts are wonderful," I said, earning a smile from her.

"Would you like to suck them? Mary Ann asked. "You can if you like." I brought my mouth to the roundness of her warm, white breast, smelling strawberries, just as her pink nipple reminded me of that fruit, firm and ripe. I took her nipple between my lips, softly sucking her into my mouth, tasting her feminine sweetness and heat.

"Ah, good," she whispered, her hand cradling my head as I suckled on her, both of us content for the moment. Pleasure slow, slowly built inside us, our clits glowing, our thighs squeezing together, as we enjoyed our mutual female pleasure.

"I'd love to do more," Mary Ann said, "but you need to recover from your recent...experience. I want to make you cum, with new things, I promise that you'll love them. Are you game?"

I appreciated being given a choice. As things progressed later with Mary Ann, I would regain as much freedom of choice as I had before I met her, but I would understand that it must sometimes be used for her ends, even if it conflicted with my own desires, or perceived duties from my former life.

"I trust you, and love you, Mary Ann," I responded simply.

"Good," she said smiling. "I knew that you, of all people, would recover quickly."

She kissed her way down my body, paying sweet attention to my breasts, and then to my stomach, caressing with fingertips, and kissing with soft lips both, excitement flowing through me, small, pleasant orgasms exploding in me. I felt a slight trepidation as she approached my vaginal area. While I had experienced perhaps thousands of clitoral orgasms there, and thousands more of a kind I had never experienced before, the contact of a vibrator, and the dildo-like device they called the sybian, for hours at a time, will cause damage to tender and sensitive female flesh.

To my relief and disappointment, she never touched my clit or penetrated me, but instead touched me in ways that no one before her ever had. Again, I had an image of a man flash fleetingly before me, but dismissed it.

Mary Ann stroked my labia with her fingertips, and pulled slightly on my tiny strip of pubic hair, the sensation unusual and exciting. I could feel myself wetting under her knowing touch, excitement growing with every stroke of her fingers down my swelling lips.

"Ohh...so nice," I murmured, raising my hips up, the air cool on my wet slit. Mary Ann giggled. She turned me on my side, with her face at my ass, her arm stretched around my waist, her fingers still caressing my outer lips. Her other hand separated my ass cheeks.

"Oh my, what a beautiful little hole you have, baby!" she exclaimed. "So cute and sweet, I bet so tight, and so shy," she said, again giggling, as her fingertip touched my anal sphincter. I could feel it reflexively opening and closing.

"When I meet somebody new, I always like to give them a little kiss," she said, and then I felt her face burrow in between my hot and damp ass cheeks. To my surprise, she kissed my ass hole tenderly, and then thrust her tongue inside my rectum. It felt like a hot, wet and rough worm, and I giggled too.

"That feels...unexpected," I decided. She responded by continuing to stroke my labia, ignoring my clit and pussy. To my surprise, I felt pressure and excitement growing in my clit anyway, and moaned.

"Oh god," I whispered. "Yes...yes...yes yes yes ohhh yesssss," I moaned, as I felt an intense orgasm build up inside me, like the ones that had accompanied the sybian. "Oh fuck oh fuck oh FUCK!" I shrieked, my ass clenching and thighs straightening, with Mary Ann barely pulling her face out of my ass in time before it got squeezed flat.

I felt paralyzed with ecstasy for long moments, Mary Ann kissing my ass cheek while she waited for me to settle down. Finally, my spasms of pleasure ended and my body relaxed, Mary Ann taking me in her arms again, from behind.

"I love watching you cum," she said. "Would you like to do me, now?"

"Oh yes," I said, enthusiastically. "But I've, um, only licked a girl's ass once before..."

"But you've licked pussy, haven't you..." Mary Ann replied.

"You know that I have, you trained me to love it," I said.

"And do you? Love licking pussy, I mean," she asked.

"Try me," I taunted her.

"That's just what I'm in the mood for," she said, lying back on the mattress, her thighs easing apart. Her pussy was beautiful. She was completely bare, her pussy naked and exposed. Her labia were moderately sized, and pink, her smooth flesh going from light to dark pink. The moist slit between them glistened with her moisture, her flesh inside deepening to a rose color, her opening separated so that I could see her inner labia, and her clit, rising out of it at the top of her cleft.

The hood over her clit showed a small, penis-like shaft in a rounded pearl shape, dark red and also moist, her clit, excited and ready. Her fragrance was natural, clean and fresh, unadorned by perfumes, just the alluring, mouth-watering scent of a woman in heat, a woman desiring pleasure and love, and I fell in love with her sex immediately, simply due to its beauty and perfection.

I nestled between her legs, abandoning all pretense of wanting to build her anticipation. I sensed that she was ready, and I knew that there was no better place for my face than between her thighs, my mouth bringing her the greatest of pleasures.

"Lick my pussy, Kayce," she whispered, as I teased over her wetness and heat with my nose, then my lips, and finally my tongue.

"God," she groaned, as each scraped over her sensitive clit, her hips jumping with the contact. "Please, fuck me, baby. Fuck me with your hot tongue, lick my pussy, I wanna cum in your mouth, eat me, eat my hot hole..." she moaned, her head rolling from side to side, her ecstasy mounting, her hands clutching at the sheets under her.

"Please please please...oh god yes yessss, I'm cumming oh god eat me I'm cumming in your mouth, oh oh oh..." Her body tensed, as mine had previously, her orgasm ruling her body momentarily, beads of sweat breaking out on her forehead, as she moaned with pleasure and delight.

Finally, she relaxed, her eyes opening. "God, baby, that was wonderful," she gasped. "I never dreamed..."

What exactly she never "dreamed," she didn't say, and I didn't ask. I was happy that she'd orgasmed - I wanted to please her - but I was now yawning.

Mary Ann noticed. "Go back to sleep, baby, when you wake, and eat and refresh yourself, I have a job for you."

I fell asleep, in a long, dreamless sleep.

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