Go see Aleja

You pull up to the commune, a large property with an apartment-like building overlooking a ranch and large garden, and surrounded by a few smaller structures - a garage, a shed, and some others you can't see well in the dark. Most of the walls look painted with crude designs in vibrant colors.

Ashley leads you up to the only building with the lights still on. Flowers and plants are visible in the windows, and messages like "Sex is healing" and "Make love to yourself" are on the wall next to little drawings of hearts and flowers. Ashley walks ahead of you and knocks on the door.

"Enter." A woman's voice answers, calm and feminine, with a low undertone that gives a certain quiet intensity to anything she says. You follow Ashley inside, to a large room with plants and shelves full of all kinds of sex toys along the pale green walls. A black couch, backless sofa, and chaise lounge populate the middle of the room, centered on one point where a table would normally be expected - but instead, a tall woman with wavy black hair sits in the lotus position on a rug. She rises in a single fluid motion, her tan nude body on full display. Her breasts are almost the size of Ashley's, and equally pert and round. Her modest but defined shoulders and chest curve inward, to a narrow, lean waist, then sharply outward, to a generous ass and hips that blend smoothly into her long, muscular legs.

"Hello Ashley," the woman, presumably Aleja, smiled. "And you must be John. Ashley was right; that is quite a cock." She starts walking toward you to get a better look. Meanwhile you struggle to respond, taken aback by her boldness without even an introduction. "Uh... thank you."

"It's... incredible!" she gasps as she draws nearer. "So long and thick... and a perfectly shaped head." Without thinking, she runs her fingers lightly down the shaft, sending shocks of lust and pleasure through your body. Your cock starts to rise from its flaccid hanging position.

"You're not even hard??" Aleja's breath catches as she falls to her knees and grabs your shaft. "It's already so big, and it's getting harder in my hand!" she exclaims, lust and excitement in her voice. Her big eyes look up into yours, a pleading expression on her gentle, youthful face. "May I? ... Please?" Without waiting for an answer, she slowly starts to stroke you. Her light touch is electrifying on your rapidly growing member.

"Yessss," you groan deeply. Aleja eagerly brings the tip to her mouth and kisses it passionately, her own moans intensifying as she stretches her full, soft lips around the head and swirls her tongue around it, then moves to the underside of your length.

"These veins..." she sighs deeply between kisses and licks, "They must feel so good... throbbing and twitching... as my pussy clenches..." Her hands move on top of your cock, holding it in place as she licks its entire length over and over. "In... and out... and in and out... and in and out and in and out..." she repeats faster and faster, entranced by the thought. She bucks her hips in time with her fantasy, her pussy dripping onto the wood floor.

For your part, you're loving the attention, and the need to cum again is getting stronger and stronger. But somewhere in the back of your mind you remember you're here for answers, and you don't even know anything about this woman desperately worshiping you. You turn to Ashley, hoping for some confirmation that this is what's supposed to be happening, but she doesn't even notice. She's looking needily at your cock, her face and chest flushed, biting her lip and struggling between keeping focus and rolling her eyes back in pleasure. Her hands are roughly kneading her breasts and pinching her nipples, drawing long, low moans out of her.

Aleja's tongue flicks at your frenulum, making you gasp and grunt in surprise. She exclaims rapturously in response, as if feeling your pleasure. "YES! Ohhh, this powerful head!" She starts licking and sucking along your sensitive, pronounced ridge. "Split me open! Reach my depths! Fill me with your seed!" Her pleas are cut off by quick, repeating kisses on your head, her tongue teasing the opening, licking up the growing stream of precum. Your cock twitches, thinking she's about to finally take you down her throat. You're about to grab her head to guide her when she removes her mouth again, eliciting a sound of frustration from you. She doesn't notice; her focus is somewhere else.

"Ohhh, and these BALLS!" Aleja groans lewdly, burying her nose and mouth under them, vibrating them with her moans, then coming up for air. "Each one is bigger than my fist!" She tries in vain to fit one between her lips. "They must make so much thick, delicious cum!" She buries her face again and breathes in deeply, then speaks in a quiet and breathy voice, "It's so good... it's sooooo gooooood..." She looks up at you, smiling. "I want to cum just from the feel of it."

"Cum," you say absentmindedly. As if in obedience, she throws her head back and holds onto your legs for support as her body is sent into quivering gyrations. "YES! YEEEESSSS!" Her wails turn into guttural groans as she bucks her wide, quivering hips, squirting everywhere. Her hands find your cock in the middle of her orgasm, stroking you as best she can manage with her conscious mind so thoroughly wracked with pleasure. You didn't mean it as a command; it was just the closest thing to a coherent thought that you had as your brain's linguistic faculties were being pushed aside by the ever-growing lust. You wonder, did you really just make her cum on command?

"Ohhhh... Oh god..." her orgasm finally dies down, and you decide to test your new-found power. "Cum." you say, this time in a more commanding tone. "Oh god... Oh god! Oh god oh god OH GODOHGODOHGOD!" She loses her breath for a second, looking up at you with an awestruck expression before her eyes roll back in her head, and she screams. "OHHHHH GOD YEEEEEESSSSSS!!!" For a second you think the peak of her orgasm has passed, but she screams again, as loud and as hard as before. "So... good... SO... GOOOOOOODDDD!!!" And again, this time burying her face in your balls again. She strokes you hard and fast, her body convulsing as she rides the pleasure out. She raises her head, flushed and drenched in sweat. "Oh god... Fuck... This is the perfect cock... this is every cock... every good thing about every cock... it's the f-fucking Platonic form of cock..." she rambles as she gradually catches her breath.

To the small part of your brain that still remembers your need for answers, that comment stands out. "The what? Wait what's that?" Before she can answer, Ashley appears beside you, apparently having gotten you both glasses of water during Aleja's lust-filled display. She stands and drinks hers, as do you.

"I'll tell you later," Aleja promises. "Right now I need you in me more than anything." The two of you hand your glasses back to Ashley, and Aleja walks toward the chaise lounge.