June 2024 – Audio Version

Over time, Jack became more attuned to my Inner Goddess and her insatiable desires, especially when I felt most buffeted by life’s responsibilities. He was determined that she never felt overlooked. Once more, Jack, leveraging his connections, orchestrated a familiar rendezvous for our evening. I was tickled, but despite the familiar acquaintance, my stomach still churned with a mix of anticipation and nervousness. The glass of chilled Riesling momentarily quelled my nerves, but I soon returned to my usual restless pacing. 

My silly worries were unfounded. The moment the Lieutenant stepped over the threshold, his radiant smile and calm demeanor immediately set my racing pulse at ease. His discreet anticipation perfectly mirrored Jack’s, a fact that my Inner Goddess could not help but find amusing. That was the last sentient reflection I had for the next two hours.

I cannot reveal the details about the refreshments we dined on nor the light conversation as we became familiarized anew. Did we make out on the couch? Was I carried to the bedroom? Where our salacious evening began matters not, only that in short order, I found myself divested of all garments and prone on the bed, the Lieutenant’s voracious lips buried between my wanton legs. 

Soldierly fingers traveled from my thighs, over the copious rounds of my hips, gliding across my narrow waist, ever working their way from the valley of my navel to the generous mountains of my breasts. The Lieutenant’s hands molded, caressed, and fondled each orb, gentle, curious, growing dominant, and needy with every passing second. Mindful fingers discovered first one and then the other reserved nipple, skillfully capturing the individual nub between the index and middle finger while the thumb spiraled the tip. The stimulating effect sent shivers of electricity racing down the bulge of each respective breast, shooting south to converge and unite with the electricity the Lieutenant was generating with his commanding mouth. 

Below, his tongue danced and swirled, coaxing my bashful pearl into the light. His hot breath, jutting chin, and gravelly moans reverberating on my sensitive curtains incited my need. I moved against him, gingerly grinding my hips deeper into his face. My lips parted in a permanent moan, my chin tilted to the ceiling, and my eyes closed, empowering me to feel every intentional touch, every exquisite lick as I slowly dissolved. I gripped the loose lines of bedding on either side of my and then desperately, the pillow cushioning my head, my body undulating as the Lieutenant’s hand cupped the side of one breast, the other wrapping around one thigh.

The bed on my left stirred. Without opening my eyes, I knew Jack had joined the exhibition. I curved to my side and, through lidded lashes, reached for the bobbing monolith I knew was waiting for my devotion. My right hand wrapped around the base of the monster, my moist lips parted, and, with a lecherous earnestness, took inch after inch of Jack’s might into my throat. My sapphire curls spilled behind me like a rippling river catching the soft lamplight. I pressed my nose until the tip brushed his loins, my cheeks bulging with his girth, retracting backward; his ridge slid from my puckered lips with a wet popping noise. My toes reflexively wiggled in delight. 

Urged forward by the hand resting on the back of my head, I licked my lips and clutched his base tighter as I drew him into the extent of my mouth. Engulfing the granite, I bobbed to and fro, half moaning and half groaning, so my vocal cords vibrated against the point of Jack’s swelling glory. The palm rested gently on my head, fingers embedded in the loose strands guiding my worship. 

Only when the compelling insistency from the Lieutenant’s commitment absorbed every fiber of my body did I release Jack. Screams of pleasure ripped from between gritted teeth. Under the climaxing torrent, every tendon strained, and the muscles of my thighs and calves began to shake uncontrollably as the brawny Lieutenant redoubled his shattering efforts. Indecent words assailed my ears, egging my body and Inner Goddess inveigling my most profound release. 

My Inner Goddess and soul soared to the heavens, yet not every part of me could experience such freedom. Not wishing to drown the poor Lieutenant, I fought to restrain my internal floodgates. I had barely taken advantage of all the stalwart Lieutenant’s cosmic skill. I had plans for him…well, both of them, in fact, and I dreaded scaring him away with an unexpected deluge!

In unspoken agreement, Jack and the Lieutenant switched positions. My pearl was well-ripe and welcomed Jack’s oral attention with giddy delight. Mmmm…slow, divine licks circled the outline of my hypersensitive curtains as the indomitable Lieutenant positioned himself at my shoulder. I whimpered as climactic tendrils snaked my body like searching vipers bulging with raw power. 

The Lieutenant was aggressive. The time for niceties was long past. I rose on one elbow, mindful to keep my lower half level as Jack intensified his veneration. As I lifted my head to his dripping mammoth, a tight hand gripped my uplifted shoulder, the other burrowing into the loose curls at the back of my head with accomplished voracity. Wordless, he plunged his dogmatic glory deep into my throat. Tears winked in my eyes at the boldness while my toes curled in speakable delight. Using my entire upper torso and without temporizing, the hefty glory was thrust in and out of my throat. The stalwart Lieutenant used me for his own demonic pleasure while moist silk licked and worshiped my succumbing pearl. One rough. One ever so gentle. The contradictory effect sealed my fate, and I abandoned all semblance of ladylike decorum, embracing the carnal hedonism at the hands of the vernal gods.

My mind and body were no longer mine to control. My Inner Goddess surrendered to the masculine with unabashed sincerity. Contrasting ideas whirled and twisted through my barely conscious mind. I was a plaything meant to be used as one saw fit. I was a revered queen, respected and cherished. I was a bad girl. All while being such a good, good girl. Extricating myself from the Lieutenant, the epiphany rang from my throat in an echoing scream while climactic waves asserted their prominent influence. 

Though trapped in their mortal embodiment, the gods, Jack, and the Lieutenant, became mere ephemeral phantoms beyond my clenched eyes as they shifted and moved about and through me. My submissive mind and Inner Goddess were deftly tuned to their every whim, hastening into implied position and greedily accepting each proffered protrusion. They, in turn, rewarded my dutifulness with efficient dexterity and boundless vigor accomplished by only the exceptionally gifted. 

As though starved, my Inner Goddess craved more. More! More! Manic in her hunger, she allowed herself to wholly bask in her feminine divine, to release every decision as she rested in her submissive power.

I lay supine on my back, with scissored legs and knees, straining to embrace the tip of my nose. A stiff glory mercilessly bombarded my sanctuary, and a second, slick with my nectar, bulged as I stroked him in my tight fist. No, no, my feet were firmly planted on the maple floor, my abdomen and breasts sunken into the soft velvet liberator ramp. My fingers crush the foam corners, my weight supported on my elbows. My throat, raw from my cries, was swiftly stuffed, the crowned glory bruskly sliding between my open lips. I was implacably pounded from both directions, and I loved it. 

The odd feeling swept through me; this was where I was supposed to be debilitated between two (or more) gods lost, unaware, and unconcerned with the trivialities of life or adulthood. My Inner Goddess was created to please and be pleased. Every curve was formed to entice. Every muscle was sculpted to seduce. My body was designed to submit, while every orifice craved to be filled. My hot nectar flowed down my thighs, puddling on the waterproof blanket before being absorbed into the neat fleece. Rather than weaken, my ethos redoubled in the magnetic energy, swirling and pulsating throughout the dimly lit summer evening. Instead of growing exhausted, my Inner Goddess swelled to greater euphoric heights, never wanting the evening to end. And who would have under the heedful concentration of two such magnificent specimens of virility? 

I was on my back again, my apex tenderized but by no means sapped as Jack’s thick glory gave my inner jewel his unwavering contemplation. The Lieutenant knelt on my left, rigid glory aggressively stroked in hand. With a focused resolve, I restrained the volcanic power of my subsequent orgasm, determined to witness the Lieutenant’s explosive detonation and enhance it by any means possible. My sapphire curls were caught in the Lieutenant’s balled fist, making my eyes water, but my Inner Goddess shivered down to her wingtips. 

Notwithstanding the breath of his extensive hands, the Lieutenant’s magnificence was too lengthy to be concealed in one hand. My eyes remained glued to him despite the caustic bombardment between my V-ed legs. I marveled at the towering sight above me. His crystal eyes were fogged in concentration; my eyes moved further south to his chiseled pectorals that poppled to the furrowed abdomen. His aubergine tip hovered just outside the reach of my moist hungry lips. Jumbled expletives grew faint as his breath came in ragged gasps. Cupping his tightening jewels, my tongue strained to catch every creamy drop as it exploded, coating my tongue and filling my mouth.

This was the highlight of the entire affair! As my tongue lapped the milky dessert, Jack’s fingertips painfully dug into the soft flesh of my waist, his attack growing frightful and nearly unhinged. Jealousy had no place within these walls. Insecurities had no foothold on us. Instead, Jack’s own pleasure was galvanized, the site of me dining on a fellow god stimulating every fiber of his being. His breath grew ragged, chest heaving with divine exertion as he beat into me, each penetrating invasion threatening to split me in two. Our combined passion grew nuclear, finally mushrooming to the heights of Mount Olympus herself. With a final scream and a guttural roar, muscles taut, bodies glistening in the lamplight, our union was resplendently complete.

Though already recumbent on the bed, my body entirely melted into the comforting embrace of the abused mattress, legs limp as noodles, and lungs struggling to replace the expired oxygen necessary for their survival. I lay in triumphant jubilation. My Inner Goddess filled with an unspeakable joy, while a silly grin stretched from ear to ear. Breathing heavily, the gods collapsed, one on either side of me. Their callous hands carefully caressed the falls and rises of my limp body. I closed my eyes to bask in the inexorable afterglow, once more a spoiled queen resplendent before her court.  

Once we recovered, as well as one can after such a monumental affair, we reconvened in the living room, nibbling on bits of cheese and summer fruits. The evening was a serene masterpiece. The Gulf humidity was tempered by a gentle breeze, caressing the tops of the trees just visible through the high arched windows, their tips painted with the soothing colors of the setting sun. 

Having arranged the snacks, I was too restless to join the conversing gods on the couch. Restless? Why? After such a glorious exchange, where was this restlessness stemming from? Introspection revealed my Inner Goddess sitting primly on the edge of her velvet chaise, ankles crossed and one perfectly manicured fingertip tapping hypnotically over her lace-covered knee. The gods had done their due diligence. The evening was a riveting success! Yet, it seemed my Inner Goddess was not as weary as I had anticipated. Either round two was in order, or the esteemed Lieutenant would find himself in possession of the rare third invitation to be issued forthwith. I could only shake my head at the prurience of my Inner Goddess, eyes upward and silent prayer. Rather than becoming sated after each incursion, my Inner Goddess’ appetite chose to plume into a veritable salacious monster. 

One could only hope that Jack and the Lieutenant could keep pace with her extortionate greed!

Until next time, XO. Elsie.