P03E10

I almost thought Marcy had drifted off into arousal completely, when she suddenly spoke in a dreamy, distant tone: “But it isn’t really me you want to see, yielding to the power of my lust, am I?”

“What are you talking about?”

“Surely you would like to see your sweetheart here, riding the pole for you. Emily.”

The sound of her name came as a shock to me. She had been there, all day; but she was just the tiniest of noises, a nagging voice of guilt hidden deep down inside, muffled and blotted out by the waves of pleasure and power I was riding. Now that her name was spoken, she was immediately back right in the center of my consciousness. She was the one I loved, and the joy of loving was the summit of my life… and I wanted to marry her and be with her forever. Yet here I was, riding my wave of ravenous lust on women I didn’t care about, mere dolls whose only merit was their submission to my will. A wave of guilt struck me. I felt filthy and cheap. What did my love for her actually mean? Her image struck my mind, in the sunlight of a summer’s day, walking through a meadow littered with yellow and blue flowers, smiling at me. I fought the image, I tried to imagine her naked, and I couldn’t. I looked at Marcy, desperately trying to glue Emily’s face on Marcy’s lascivious curves and hornified expression. I couldn’t. She didn’t fit here, my chivalrous image of her smile and the light of the summer sun dancing in her hair just didn’t fit into this pulsating place of debaucherous sweat, moaning, and pumping.

Somehow Marcy read my mind: “Don’t you worry, Jason. He will find a way to merge those two worlds into one ****. Howard will help you, I will help you. It will happen, I promise.”

My attention was drawn back to Heather when she suddenly started speaking: “Thank you, Sir, thank you, thank you…”

I looked down on her: “Heh, you’re cumming there, slut?“

I laughed, holding my dick still deep inside her as the traversed her orgasm: “I had almost forgotten about you!”

She didn’t respond, and I enjoyed the quieting of her breathing and the little twitches of her muscles stroking my shaft, as I allowed her to descend a bit. It had just been a mediocre orgasm in her cumming range, and I didn’t allow her to descend very much from her high; then I restarted my ride, and turned back to Marcy again. Watching Heather’s summit had obviously affected her; she was panting louder, and her riding speed on the pole had increased. I had forgotten about the girl in the summer dress on the pasture. I had just nailed one girl into orgasm, and I was sending another one towards it within minutes. I felt like a king of the world, and was obviously driving myself forward as well: my dick throbbed heavily and final release wasn’t more than a dozen thrusts ahead. Howard’s teachings sprung back up in my head. I shouldn’t cum, I needed to perpetuate my fucking power so I could keep my promise to Dave and fuck his wife into oblivion more, longer, harder.

I vacated Heather and stepped back, catching into one view the post orgasmic twitching of an ass, still bouncing back into nothingness now, and the dildo air ride of a sweaty and denied torso right next to it. The sight was invigorating. I was horny enough to have my shot in the next seconds, yet the panorama of these sexy girls managed to spur my enthusiasm even further. At the same time, there was no action at all on my dick, so the chance that I would spill my juice was zero. Howard hadn’t lied, and I breathed in the sensation that I was far more aroused right now than I had ever been before in my life. The power of the hornification swept across me, yet it also embraced me in an unseen cloak of cool, pristine clarity. I realized I had no idea at all how far this newfound level of ascension could catapult me into ever higher levels of debauchery and lust, but I promised myself I would explore exactly that in every level of detail.

The thought of living in this house, forever, surrounded by these hungry pussies, enveloped me. Was it even possible that there would be no more bounds to my pleasure and the exploration of my darkest desires? Could it really be true that it would be Emily serving me in this place? The thought of such a blissful world almost made me shoot, contactless, but I managed to draw back the looming shot into myself.

I obviously needed to cool down a bit longer before I could resume fucking duties, but I really didn’t want Heather to get dehornified now. I rotated her to her back again, spreading her legs as I retied her, and beckoned Marcy to raise up from the pole and kneel between Heather‘s legs. I was convinced that clit sucking training hadn’t been neglected in Marcy’s grooming, and I mandated her to employ her skills on Heather. Then I dropped down into one of the living room couches. There was football on TV, the match wasn’t bad, and it cooled down my heat effectively.