Taking responsibility
So many hands on her. Too many. Three men and one woman.
A bolt of ecstasy shot between her legs, as if transmitted by the fingers massaging her there. She tore loose from Sherv’s kiss to cry out as surges of rapture rolled through her. The vague knowledge of faces hanging over her, watching her succumb to pleasure, did nothing to quiet the violent pulses shaking her from head to toe.
There was no end to it. Both breasts were kneaded, and the delicious friction of her clit continued, drawing another spasm of incredible pleasure. Her cries rang out with each sweet paroxysm.
It lasted longer than any joy she’d elicited from her own attempts. It was also over too quickly. A bit of Irene’s soul wept as the exquisite throbs tapered off.
She returned to her senses. The unlikely scent of sugary cinnamon hung heavy in the air, but she dismissed it almost at once. She stared at the awed expressions of Sherv, Rusp, and Jemi hovering over her.
“Um.” Sherv blinked. “More than kiss. We get excited for Irene and...”
He made an apologetic face, but he and Jemi continued to cup her breasts. Rusp’s fingers had stilled, but they remained on her tingling clit.
She was aware of a hardness poking her buttock. Sherv was erect. Very erect, from the feel of it. He was excited, all right, and she’d caused it.
“I…I, uh…”
Sherv interrupted her stuttering by lifting her off his avid lap. Pulling her loose from the others, he sat her on her chair again and fussed with straightening her skirt. After a second, Jemi put her rumpled blouse to rights. Rusp, his eyes lowered, returned to his seat. Irene noted he sucked on his fingers as he did so. She also saw the crotch of his pants were tented. They were tight enough that she realized what she saw couldn’t be accounted for by a single penis.
He had two?
The question was lost in the confounded morass of her jabbering thoughts. Jemi and Sherv, having made her appear proper once more, retreated to their seats. They watched her, appearing at once scared and perplexed.
Sherv broke the silence. “You are all right, Irene?”
“Uh. Well. I’m…I’m sorry.”
“Why you sorry? We do more than kiss. You ask only for kiss.” He shifted and pulled at his trousers, perhaps to relieve their tightness against what was definitely two large and eager appendages.
“Yeah, but now you’re…uncomfortable. If I hadn’t dared you to kiss me, you wouldn’t be.” She found it difficult to avoid looking at their crotches. The tight pants weren’t leaving much to the imagination.
Sherv looked at his obvious excitement. “Oh. Well, you beautiful. Especially when you climax. Can’t help liking it.”
Heat filled her face. She’d done exactly what the Church accused women of. She’d tempted these men into lust.
“It is no problem,” Sherv said, his attention on her again. “It is just good feeling. What is the saying? No big deal.”
“But I…I made you…”
“Feel good. That is all you made, and it is not your problem. Now we apology. You only want kiss, not climax.”
“I am sorry, Irene.” Jemi smiled hopefully. “You not get mad please?”
“I am sorry too,” Rusp added. “Earther women different, but I treat you like other women who show need and expect pleasure. Forgive me?”
Irene gaped. They were taking responsibility for this? They thought they were in the wrong?
Releasing Summer 2023
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