The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

“How long do you think they’ve been going at it?” Gregg asked, staring at the ceiling.

Heather lifted her head off Gregg’s arm to peer over him and look at her bedside clock. “I don’t know. It’s 10am now…I’ve been awake for about a half-hour…and they’re the ones that woke me up…”

The rhythmic pounding on the wall sped up. “They’re animals! They’re as bad as…as…”

“Us?” Heather asked with grin.

Gregg slowly traced his fingers over her arm in lazy circles. Their eyes locked and Gregg fell deep into her liquid green pools. Closing the gap between them, their lips met sending electric sparks between them. It was as exciting kissing her now as it was that first night at Emily’s.

Pulling back from the kiss, Heather gently grasped his slowly hardening shaft, squeezing and relaxing her grip periodically. Gregg knew he could peer through the ceiling and spy on Heather’s upstairs neighbors or even gaze into Heather’s mind and sift through her memories of them. But there was something special about not using his gift all the time.

He remembered a conversation he had with Chad shortly before he flew off to Israel where Chad tried and failed to relate how cool this game “Grand Theft Auto” was. The depictions of violence didn’t really appeal to Gregg, but Chad was really into it. Chad said that when he first got the game, he immediately entered all these cheat codes and had unlimited weapons and ammo and was invulnerable. As fun as that was, it paled in comparison to the thrill he got from eventually winning the game without cheating.

That was how he was seeing his life right now. He had the ultimate cheat code, but it was more satisfying not relying on his powers. Sure it made for some embarrassing situations – like the morning after their run-in with Vinnie…

Somehow, Heather had woken primed and ready to go. Given the intense marathon fucking the night before, she had every right to want to stay in bed and nto move for a week. But now she was awake, and incredibly horny.

A few minutes later, Gregg woke to the wonderful sensation of Heather’s lips clasped firmly around his cock, sucking up and down his rigid length. She was practicing her deep-throating and when he opened his eyes, Heather’s nose was buried in his pubic hair. She stayed there for a few seconds, finally pulling her mouth off and taking a deep breath. She was grinning with satisfaction when she saw that Gregg was awake, watching with open lust and admiration.

“Did you see that!?” Heather asked enthusiastically. Gregg nodded tiredly. “Good. I think I deserve a reward!” Heather quickly straddled Gregg, firmly grasping his dick in her hand and aiming it toward her opening. She slid down and Gregg’s eyes bugged out. If he was fully awake he might have been able to prevent what happened, but as soon as he was engulfed in her warm, wet pussy he jerked and threw her off him grabbing his super-sensitive cock as it exploded in a fountain of jism, splashing on his chest and stomach.

Heather couldn’t help but laugh as Gregg looked at her sheepishly. “Let me get a towel and clean you up,” she said half giggling, half exasperated.

“I don’t think I’m in much condition to use this for a little while,” Gregg said, still holding his wilting member, afraid to even twitch a finger.

Heather cleaned him off and lay back down next to him, a pout on her face. “But what about my reward?”

Gregg smiled and crawled between her legs, laying on his side so as to not put pressure on his volatile cock. “Will this do?” he asked, pulling her vaginal lips apart and probing his tongue deep inside her.

“Yesss…for now…” she sighed, spreading her legs wider and grabbing him firmly by the head…

“Have you ever met them?” Gregg asked, trailing kisses down her neck toward her bare breast.

“Mmm…yeah. Of course. They’re my landlordsss…” she hissed as Gregg captured a nipple between his lips and began flicking the tip with his tongue.

“Tell me about them,” Gregg said before moving onto the other nipple, gently squeezing the breast he just abandoned with his hand. Heather’s hand began picking up tempo on his cock.

“Rivkah is a trainer at the campus fitness center. That’s where I met her. I was touring campus after I registered…I…uh…I was signing up for a locker there and…ungh!...and I mentioned I was looking for an apartment and she said she and her husband owned a…a…ahhh…a duplex and were looking for a renter for the bottom unit. She called E’dan – that’s her husband, he’s on the f…f…faculty – and told him to show me around. I walked over and he made me an offer I couldn’t refuse – they were practically GIVING me the apartment! And they’re incredibly nice…Gasp Ohhh!” Heather gasped as Gregg’s hand made its way between her legs.

Gregg was enjoying watching Heather try to relate her story as he distracted her with pleasure. “So why haven’t we met them? Are you too embarrassed to introduce me to your friends?” His middle finger was pressed tightly against her clit, working it in little circles.

“I…I…oh God!...I saw them a few times after…mmmm…I came back and…and then you returned…and we’ve been a bit pre—…p—…preoccupied…”

Any further discussion was ended as Gregg locked lips with Heather and rolled her onto her back and positioned himself above her, quickly sheathing his cock into her more than ready pussy. Her moan was stifled as their tongues entwined. As Gregg started fucking in and out of her dewy channel, she pulled her head away, gasping for air.

“Oh, fuck me! Fuck me with that beautiful big cock!” Her legs wrapped around his waist, driving him to fuck into her harder.

“Yes, my Queen…” ‘“Queen?” Where did that come from?’ Gregg thought, for a moment, before Heather’s groans brought him back to the here and now. Either she didn’t hear, or she didn’t care as he did just as she asked, matching his rhythm with neighbors upstairs…

EEEEEEEEP EEEEEEEEP EEEEEEEEP

“GOD DAMN MOTHER FUCKING PIECE OF SHIT!!” Heather was yelling a litany of every curse she knew while Gregg opened windows as fast as he could. Dark smoke was filling the apartment from the oven and Heather was turning dials, desperately trying to shut it off. Another billowing cloud of smoke spewed out as she opened the oven door, waving her towel in an attempt to see inside. Grabbing oven mitts, she pulled out a roasting pan with a five-pound charcoal briquette vaguely in the shape of the ham that looked so delicious a few hours ago. She dumped the meat, pan and all into the sink and slammed the oven door shut.

Heather flipped on the oven fan and Gregg turned on the window fan in an effort to get some of the smoke out as another string of curses so brutal that they would make a sailor blush filled the room. Suddenly there was a loud banging at the door.

“Heather! Heather, are you in there?! Heather!” Heather quickly opened the door and a frantic woman carrying a fire extinguisher raced inside. “Good God, are you okay? Where’s the fire!? Are you hurt?!” The crazed woman finally stopped looking and pointing her red weapon when she realized there was no fire – only the charred remains of an attempt at dinner.

The woman dropped the fire extinguisher and pulled Heather into a fierce hug. “Oh, thank God. Thank God!” she said, pulling back to look Heather in the face for a second before resuming the hug.

Heather used all her strength to pry herself out from the shorter woman’s arms. “Rivkah, I’m okay. We’re okay.” She glanced at the blackened ham, “Dinner on the other hand…”

Rivkah started to laugh. “Oh Tatelah, YOU tried cooking?!” She might as well have said, “YOU tried dodging bullets?” for all her incredulity. Without noticing that anyone else was there, Rivkah grabbed a kitchen chair and stood on it to disconnect the smoke alarm, finally quieting its piercing wail. Rivkah put back the chair started laughing, shaking her head in disbelief. Finally, she noticed that the two women weren’t alone in the apartment.

Heather called Gregg over. “Sorry Gregg. This is Rivkah, my landlord and upstairs neighbor. Rivkah, this is Gregg, my uh…?” Heather suddenly realized she and Gregg never talked about labels and “boyfriend” seemed woefully inadequate.

Rivkah smiled knowingly. “Oh, so you’re ‘Gregg.’ Or should I say, ‘Gregg! GREGG!’” Rivkah broke out into peals of laughter so full that Gregg was sure she was going to fall over. Apparently commentary about noises through walls went both ways.

Rivkah finally stood straight again, wiping a tear from the corner of her eye. “I’m sorry! I could no resist. We were worried for a while that our Heather, such a pretty girl, had no man in her life. Then she flies to Tunisia of all places! Mein Gott! But she comes back glowing. We’re very happy for you. Ever since you came back, my E’dan and I feel like we’ve been playing ‘Keep up with the Joneses’!” Rivkah certainly wasn’t shy about discussing her sex life with someone she just met.

Rivkah was like a whirlwind of energy…a whirlwind with a sexy accent that waffled back and forth between Israeli and Yiddish. It wasn’t just her accent that was sexy – the smoke alarms had apparently interrupted a workout or something because she was wearing a tight sports bra and exercise shorts that clung to her like a second skin. Rivkah’s incredibly ripped abs were the first thing Gregg noticed, followed by her defined arms, and her perfect ass. Gregg wondered if he threw a penny at her asscheeks, whether there’d be a metallic clink when struck. Her legs were muscled and her chest was not-quite-as-generous as Heather’s but more than a handful. A mountain of black hair was pulled back tightly into a complicated braid that folded back on itself several times.

Gregg blinked and realized that his wasn’t the only awkward silence. Remembering that his sexual energy was somewhat infectious, Gregg tried focusing his thoughts on the ruined dinner rather than model of physical fitness before him. Gregg also realized at that very moment his own present attire consisted solely of a pair of boxers. Heather was only slightly better, wearing shorts and her bra. Rivkah’s knowing eye looked Gregg up and down admiringly before eyeing Heather.

Gregg’s embarrassment at being caught with his pants down, so to speak, was enough to drain the last remnants of excitement left over from their “what-shall-we-do-while-the-ham-cooks?—romp.” Gregg and Heather both smiled in the silence, and inched their way back to the bedroom.

“Could you just give us a sec?” Heather giggled, pulling Gregg into the room and closing the door. Less than a minute later they emerged, Heather having thrown on a t-shirt and Gregg having donned jeans and a shirt. He was buttoning it down when he re-entered the kitchen. Long sleeves were probably overkill, but Gregg wanted to look proper, especially given their completely improper introduction.

“Now,” Rivkah said, pouring water over the still smoldering ham, “what happened here?” It seemed that Rivkah was doing all she could not to come in contact with the remains, water flashing to steam as she hosed the pan down from the sink’s detachable nozzle.

Heather answered. “One of our friends from the dig just came back to the States and I wanted to cook dinner for him.” Rivkah raised an eyebrow in disbelief. “Well, I didn’t realize that the ham needed to thaw first. And it still would have been frozen by the time he got here. So, I just turned up the heat a little to cook it faster…”

Rivkah’s look got stern as she abandoned her cleaning efforts. “Just how ‘up’ did you set the oven?”

“550 degrees?” Heather looked pitiful.

Rivkah couldn’t maintain her stern look anymore and started laughing again. “Look, just get rid of this…thing…open the rest of the windows, and come upstairs. I’ll make dinner for all of you. It’ll be a good excuse to finally have you over and get to know a little more about this man who’s been keeping us up at night, and testing the limits of my husband’s endurance!”

Gregg blushed. Heather also turned crimson, but argued, “No, Rivkah, I couldn’t ask you to do that. That’s too kind.”

“Nonsense. I know my E’dan’s been wanting to cook for you for months. A few extra mouths will only make him that much happier. Besides, he just loves playing with his knives. Just bring a bottle of wine…and try not to burn THAT!”

Rivkah exited as dramatically as she entered, fire extinguisher in hand, leaving Heather and Gregg standing there mouths agape.

“Okay, so…that’s one of my upstairs neighbors!” Heather looked at the remnants of her ruined dinner, not sure if she wanted to laugh or to cry. She stabbed it with a cooking fork and to her horror, an inch below the burnt crust, the ham was still frozen. “C’mon, let’s get dressed and upstairs before Rivkah tells E’dan all our secrets.”

In record time, Gregg and Heather were upstairs, knocking on their neighbor’s door. Gregg simply threw on a pair of moccasins and rolled up the sleeves of his shirt, now neatly tucked in. Heather had applied a bit of makeup and slipped on a simple sun dress that would have looked plain on anyone else. Its yellow fabric and blue floral print clung in all the right places. Straps hooked around her neck leaving her shoulders and most of her upper back bare.

The door opened and the largest man Gregg ever saw filled its frame. The guy wasn’t fat – far from it. He was all muscle. The narrowness of his waist was in stark contrast to the width of his chest and shoulders. Arms as thick as a normal human leg threatened to rip through his cotton shirt when he embraced Heather in a literal bear-hug.

Heather screeched as she got hoisted into the air and spun around like a little child, her dress flowing as if in a breeze. “E’dan! Put me down!” she laughed joyfully, slapping him futilely and playfully on his broad shoulders. The big man finally relented and when Heather’s feet touched carpet again, she had to steady herself on his massive arm before standing up on tiptoes to give him a peck on the cheek.

“E’dan, this is Gregg, my…boyfriend.” The word still seemed inadequate, but it was what they decided on before climbing the steps. “Gregg, this is E’dan.” The big man thrust out a massive arm and Gregg embraced his in a handshake. Gregg gave silent thanks that E’dan didn’t crush every bone in his hand. Despite being several inches taller than the man, Gregg felt positively dwarfed by his girth. Despite a weightlifter’s build that looked like he juggled wrecking balls for fun, Gregg soon discovered E’dan had the warm, friendly demeanor of puppy dog.

“Come in young man, come in,” he said as he ushered the two inside, relieving them of their bottle of wine. “I hope you learned your lesson about cooking traif!” he said with a hearty laugh. Gregg didn’t understand the joke until he saw the Jewish artwork on the walls and the Star of David around the man’s neck and put two and two together. “Oh, you keep Kesher. Sorry, were we not supposed to bring the ham inside?”

E’dan laughed even louder. “Kesher? No we don’t keep ‘Kesher’! Nor do we keep KOSHER! HA!” The man saw that Gregg was embarrassed by his mistake, and decided to take it easy on him. “Sorry, I don’t mean to have so much fun at your expense. We Israelis, we’re not all religious, even those of us born in Jerusalem. Heather says you’re a genius, and there’s nothing I like better than taking the wind out of people’s sails.” Seeing Gregg’s blank expression, E’dan went on. “I understand you work at the college. So do I, as does my wife. I’m in agricultural engineering and my wife works at the athletic center teaching aerobics and self defense. And you’re in archeology?” Gregg nodded and was rewarded by a slap on the back that nearly caused him to tumble forward.

E’dan’s mouth opened to make another comment, but Rivkah beat him to it. “Feh! Just another man playing in the dirt like a child!” The woman shook her head in mock exasperation. Rivkah stepped up and gave Gregg a kiss on the cheek, a much more civil greeting than he received earlier that day. She looked absolutely stunning in her outfit which was chosen in consideration of where their three guests had spent the past several months. Rivkah’s floor-length black dress was embroidered with complex Mediterranean patterns, and her white peasant blouse hung off her shoulders. It was tied tight enough across her chest to not fall off, yet loose enough to hint at the treasures hidden beneath. Her braid was now a single thick strand down the center of her back, almost to her waist.

The ice having been broken, E’dan led Gregg inside and opened the bottle of wine. E’dan and Rivkah’s upstairs apartment was larger than Heather’s, mostly because part of the lower level’s footprint was taken up by the building’s entryway and the laundry room in back. Their living room and kitchen were certainly larger, and where Heather had a wall separating the kitchen from the living room, her upstairs neighbors had cut out an opening to create a breakfast bar. E’dan showed Gregg to one of the bar’s stools and Rivkah sat beside him. The two chatted and sipped wine while on the other side of the opening, E’dan solicited Heather’s help chopping vegetables for dip, hummus, and a cucumber/tomato salad.

After spending several minutes trying to peel and slice a carrot – the end result looking more like something rescued from a garbage disposal than anything edible – E’dan decided it was time to give a lesson. Standing behind Heather and holding her hands in his own, he guided her through the motions of dicing a stalk of celery. Given how tightly he pressed himself against her, it was clear that his knife-skills weren’t all she was being shown. Any thoughts that Rivkah might be uncomfortable with her husband’s very forward behavior were dispelled by her hand resting a little too familiarly on Gregg’s thigh. Gregg and Heather locked eyes, and the corners of both their mouths turned up in mischievous smiles.

Rivkah took another sip of wine, her hand beginning to lightly move up and down Gregg’s increasingly tight jeans when she said with her own mischievous smile, “E’dan, stop teasing. At that rate we’ll be here for ever and there’s another guest coming.” E’dan, still holding the 10-inch chef’s knife and Heather’s hands in his own proceeded thinly slice a cucumber in record time. The man’s hands moved so fast that the knife hitting the cutting board sounded like a woodpecker chopping out a new home. In less than two seconds the foot-long vegetable was a pile of paper-thin slices. The truly scary part was that during those two seconds, E’dan’s eyes never left his wife’s. Heather was also affected, releasing the breath she just realized she’d been holding. Her brush with fear also triggered an involuntary rush of excitement that made small twin points at the front of her tight dress. Gregg wasn’t the only one who noticed, judging by Rivkah’s raised eyebrow and sultry smile.

Any planned commentary was interrupted by a soft, muted doorbell ring from below. Gregg, deciding that Heather was in good hands (literally!), got up to answer the door. Taking one last look before heading downstairs, Gregg saw E’dan grab an onion and press himself even tighter against Heather. Heather had the same look of excitement most people get on roller coasters as the cars climb that first big hill.

Running downstairs, Gregg opened the door and let in a slightly thinner, but well-tanned Chad. They embraced like old friends, trading slaps on the back. “I hope you don’t mind, but our dinner plans have changed…that is, unless you’d like watered down hockey-puck for dinner?”

Chad laughed as Gregg explained the cooking fiasco. Before entering the upstairs apartment door, Chad noted, “Geez EP, didn’t you notice during all those months that Heather never cooked? The first week when we set up a rotation for cooking, she ruined baked beans…and all she had to do was open the can and dump them in the pot!” Gregg didn’t notice because at that time he was far to shy to hang around the cook fires with his students. Briefly he regretted all that lost time he could have spent making friends rather than hiding in his books. Besides, Gregg was pretty sure that all Heather had to do was put on a pout, maybe show a little leg and she’d have those boys waiting on her hand and foot.

Chuckling, Gregg opened the door and said, “Well, I probably wouldn’t have done much better.” Out of the corner of his eye Gregg saw a yellow blur speeding toward them and he took a step back. Chad apparently had quick reflexes because he was ready with open arms when Heather threw herself into them. Even though Chad didn’t have E’dan’s massive build, he still managed to give her a spin or two before putting her down.

To Chad’s pleasant surprise, Heather didn’t immediately release her hug, giving him a kiss on the lips that bordered on being more than casual. She also whispered something in his ear that caused the color to drain from his face and do a double take toward Gregg. She then whispered something else and he gulped and nodded, smiling nervously and replying, “Well, only because you asked so nicely.” Heather led Chad in and made introductions, pleased with herself over the tent she’d made in the poor boy’s jeans. Heather’s observant neighbors also noticed, but were polite enough not to say anything…but again, they traded not-so-secret smiles.

Gregg smiled to himself, having heard through Chad’s thoughts what Heather’s words were. It wasn’t hard to do, her words were reverberating through the boy’s subconscious like an explosion in an echo chamber. First she whispered, “I know all about your farewell party with Emily and Gregg.” The second thing she whispered was “Next time you have a party, I get to be the meat when you two make a sandwich.”

“That was absolutely incredible Rivkah, but please, no more. I’m stuffed!” Chad felt a little guilty that he had to physically deflect Rivkah’s attempt at putting yet another steak onto his plate. He had eagerly taken seconds, and graciously taken thirds when she dropped the meat on his plate, but a fourth helping would have been overkill. Rivkah and E’dan were only too happy to keep on heaping serving after serving on everybody’s plates. “Honestly, since I’ve returned, I’ve done nothing but get taken to restaurant after restaurant by my parents. This is the first home-cooked meal I’ve had in months! And it was absolutely incredible. But if I eat another bite, I may just explode!”

Their hosts beamed with pride, and Rivkah relented, returning the platter to the kitchen and sitting back at the table. She eyed Chad with a critical eye and said, “Well, I’m glad you like it. You’re always welcome back for more…besides, you’re too thin. You’re a growing boy and you need to eat!”

Everyone laughed and Chad excused himself to run downstairs out to his car, only to return with several thick envelopes rubber-banded together. For the next half-hour, Chad passed around his pictures and told them all about the places he visited while touring through Israel. E’dan and Rivkah were especially interested, asking lots of questions and demanding much commentary. It was clear that Chad’s pictures were bittersweet reminders of the land they had left years ago.

One picture in particular caught everyone’s attention and even brought a slight blush to Chad’s face. Tucked into his pictures of Tel Aviv was one of an absolutely beautiful woman who looked a little like Rivkah. Given the skin-tight black pants and cropped black top, it wasn’t hard to make out her incredible figure. Her hair was pulled back like Rivkah’s in a braid. The best part of the picture, at least according to Chad, was the rifle slung across her shoulder. Apparently the woman was the guard assigned to his tour bus when he visited Massada. Chad indicated that they became friends after he jokingly challenged her to a race up to the top and only lost by a few lengths. The next day, she took him on some “private tours” that included her apartment. Gregg and Heather gave wolf-whistles, but E’dan and Rivkah didn’t seem that surprised.

It was Chad’s experience at Tel Habad that intrigued Gregg the most. Apparently the archeological dig found a way to be self-sufficient as a tourist trap by getting visitors to stay at a nearby kibbutz and actually do some of the dig-work themselves. In other words, tourists were PAYING to work for the dig! An idea sparked in Gregg’s mind, one that needed some careful thought before making any decisions.

Heather and Rivkah stood from the table and began clearing dishes. When the men tried to help, Rivkah wouldn’t hear of it and commanded them in no uncertain terms to stay where they were. Given how long it took between trips to and from the kitchen, it was obvious the women were planning something, masking their conversation behind the sound of the kitchen faucet. Either E’dan could understand what they were saying or he had seen his wife play this game before, but given his mirthful smile, it seemed he wasn’t surprised by what happened next.

Once the dishes were cleared, both girls came back and sat at the table, coincidently on either side of Chad. “E’dan love,” Rivkah said in the cloyingly sweet tone of a woman who wants something. “We didn’t prepare anything for dessert, could you run down to the corner market and pick up some ice cream?”

E’dan might have argued that there was a fresh fruit salad in the fridge (another result of his handy knife work), but some miniscule signal that could only be understood by years of marriage kept him from correcting her. It had been years since he’d seen that glint in her eye and he hadn’t lived as long as he had by being stupid.

“Gregg, honey,” Heather asked, mimicking Rivkah’s dulcet tones. “Why don’t you keep E’dan company. While you’re gone, Chad can show us his pictures from the Dead Sea – I’m sure it’s nothing that would interest you.” She was playing it cool, but Gregg could feel through her excitement reverberating through the room like a subwoofer blasting out a deep bass beat.

Both men stood and wisely obeyed their respective loves, leaving an unsuspecting Chad to unwrap another envelope of pictures.

Stepping outside into the slightly cool evening air, Gregg and E’dan briskly walked toward the corner grocer’s, both with the secret knowledge that their wife/girlfriend was up to something. At first their conversation was light, discussing the various projects each was working on. E’dan’s primary research area involved sustainable cattle farming. When Gregg pointed out that Chicago wasn’t exactly cattle country (despite once being a meat-packing capital), E’dan complimented him on his observance. “You are absolutely correct. I work more with manufacturing and satellite technology to maximize grazing efficiency. Most of what I do can be done in a lab – but I do take frequent trips to Wisconsin to visit our partner farm sites.”

It was only after they picked up two pints of over-priced ice cream (for which Gregg insisted on paying), that E’dan’s conversation turned serious. “Gregg, before we head back, I need to say something. My gut tells me that you are an honest man and that I can trust you. And I’m alive today because I listen to my gut. Heather loves you, and we love Heather, so clearly you’re no schmuck. First, let me ask you a question. How old do you think Rivkah and I are?”

Gregg was surprised by the question, but took a stab, “I don’t know. I’d guess your wife in her early thirties, maybe late twenties and you’re in your late thirties?”

E’dan smiled. “Rivkah is thirty-nine and I’m fifty-two.” E’dan let that sink in as Gregg stared at him in disbelief. E’dan had some lines around the corners of his eyes, and some grey at the sides of his temples, but the big guy still had a thick head of hair and, of course, his huge muscles didn’t give one the impression of age or frailty. Rivkah, was a model of feminine muscular perfection and looked as if she could be Heather’s sister, age-wise at least. Gregg knew it was a loaded question, but honestly thought he was guessing high.

E’dan continued. “This is something nobody knows, and could honestly get us killed if the wrong people found out.” E’dan looked once more into Gregg’s eyes as if making one final check on his gut decision. It wouldn’t be until late that night, curled in his wife’s loving arms that he would question why he so trusted a man he only met that evening – but it would be a trust he would never regret. Deciding to still go with his instincts, E’dan said, “Rivkah and I met on a kibbutz in the Golan Heights. The grasslands there are ideal for raising cattle – that is, unless a wandering cow accidentally triggers a land mine left over by the Syrians. What no one knew except the members of our particular kibbutz and a select few in the government is that the kibbutz was really only a cover. Sure, during the day we’d tend our herd and maintain the land, but we also served as a staging ground for raids into Lebanon and later into Palestinian territories.”

Gregg was about to ask something, visions of his skill with the knife still fresh in his mind. E’dan held up his hand, forestalling him, wanting to finish saying what needed to be said. “I’m not telling you this to scare you, but just to explain something. Everyone on that kibbutz knew that any day could be their last. We could as easily die on a mission as from a random rocket launched over the border. When you live next door to death, you live every day like your last. That’s why we weren’t fazed by Chad’s encounter with that Israeli guard. When Rivkah got stationed with us, she quickly learned how we blow off steam and became an eager participant.”

Gregg wasn’t trying to listen in to E’dan’s thoughts, but the memories were so overpowering, they barreled into his head regardless.

FLASH A younger looking Rivkah wearing nothing but a scarf in her hair straddling a naked E’dan inside a small concrete room – bouncing up and down in his lap as explosions rang outside the bomb shelter – the couple intent only on each other.

FLASH E’dan fucking Rivkah from behind as she bent over a table in a cafeteria. The morning sun was just beginning to shine through the window and the table was covered with various pieces military equipment. That both still had their clothes on (with pants around ankles), and their faces were still blackened for nighttime operations meant they were celebrating another successful mission. Another couple at a distant table were enjoying breakfast, seemingly uncaring about the activities of their compatriots.

FLASH Rivkah lying in bed, another woman lying beside her – the two engaged in a fierce kiss while E’dan knelt before her, his face buried between her legs, his hand fingering the other girl’s ass.

Gregg gulped, but gave no other indication as to what he saw. E’dan nodded, believing Gregg only had an idea as to what he was hinting at. “Rivkah and I became pretty regular partners, rewarding each other for surviving to see the sun rise. Rivkah jokes that I was the only one at the end of the night who was as insatiable as she was!” He paused and corrected himself, “Ha, as she still IS!”

E’dan’s look turned serious as they resumed their walk back toward the house. “I’ve seen a lot of death Gregg. I’ve held the bodies of fellow soldiers as their life ebbed away. I’ve stared into the eyes of a man as my knife pierced his chest.” He paused, collecting his next thoughts. “I love Israel Gregg. It is my home and it is where my heart is. But there’s a limit to the amount of blood a person can wash from his hands – his friends’ or his enemies’.” Gregg watched as the big man looked at his hands, as if traces of blood long gone might still be there.

“After a series of particularly bad experiences, Rivkah and I together decided we had done our time. Given our records of service, we were entitled to attempt to live normal lives. Given all that we had seen, and enemies we surely had made, the government agreed to sneak us out of the country, and set us up with new identities. Since cattle farming was our cover, I got a job in agriculture. Rivkah is a top martial artist and helped train troops before joining our kibbutz. Now she teaches at the athletic center on campus. I love Israel Gregg…but I love Rivkah even more.” E’dan paused again, fighting overpowering emotions.

“Rivkah and I want children. We’re not exactly young anymore, but given all that we’ve seen, we both knew this was where we wanted to raise them. Let our children grow up without the specter of death lurking around every corner. When they’re old enough to go to college, Rivkah and I will return to Israel and continue our service – hopefully in a land that finally knows peace.”

Gregg and E’dan reached the front stoop to their apartment building. “Why are you telling me this E’dan? What does this have to do with me?”

Given the serious nature of all the man just said, Gregg was surprised to see his face break into a huge grin. “I’m sure Heather has told you that we gave her a great deal on her rent here. I’ll be honest, my intentions were less than honorable. When she came to look at the apartment, I was instantly struck by her beauty. I know I don’t have to tell you that she is a walking wet dream.” It was odd to hear another man say something so blunt about Heather to his face…even if it was true. “When you’ve been around the block as much as I have, so the saying goes, you learn to recognize a kindred spirit and I sensed right away that if Rivkah and I played our cards right, we could convince Heather to join us in rekindling some of the fun we used to have. What happens in the barracks stays in the barracks – but now we have academic reputations to protect. We have to be very careful about who we invite into our bedrooms. Even though we have each other, we’ve been alone for too long, especially considering how close we all were on the kibbutz.

“Well, it turns out Heather was a more serious student that we gave her credit for. She managed to deflect all our hints and flirtations, and that just made us want her more. Getting to know her, we discovered her mind and her soul were as beautiful as her body…a truth you’ve hopefully figured out by now.” He looked meaningfully at Gregg, like a father protecting a daughter. “The more we got to know her, the more we loved her. We thought we were beginning to wear her down when she suddenly tells us she’s going to Tunisia for a semester! We weren’t thrilled about that, but what can you do?

“Then she comes back and a week later, you two are going at it like rabbits on steroids! As soon as we’d hear her screams or hear the thumping of her bed on the wall, it would drive us wild. You may not have noticed, but Rivkah and I were not-so-silent partners with you. So, to be honest, it wasn’t just the thrill of getting to cook for all of you that had us excited to have you over as guests.”

E’dan looked over his shoulder at Chad’s car parked on the street in front of his house. “I tell you all of this because, given the look in my wife’s eye when she kicked us out of the house, I’m sure she’s decided it’s time to stop playing games with Heather. Since Chad’s car is still here, it wouldn’t surprise me if she’s decided to include your handsome young friend in her conquest – and Rivkah’s never failed at a mission. Then again, for all I know, maybe they’re actually talking about the Dead Sea…”

E’dan stopped with the door to the apartment building slightly ajar, watching Gregg, gauging his reaction. The tension could be cut with a knife – after all, the man had basically just asked if he could fuck Heather! Making a decision that would have been unthinkable mere months ago, Gregg put his hand on the big man’s shoulder, and said, “In that case, I suggest we hurry upstairs and come to the poor boy’s rescue – Heather’s also someone who doesn’t take no for an answer…”

Gregg and E’dan took in the scene before them as they silently entered the living room. E’dan smiled and strolled into the kitchen to put away the ice cream before it melted any further. When he returned, he stood beside Gregg and cleared his throat.

Rivkah pulled her face up from Chad’s erect cock, a line of spit still connecting her lip to his glistening tool. She smiled at the two men standing in front of her before dropping her face and again engulfing the boy’s dick to the root. Chad was on his back in the middle of the floor, still wearing his clothes, but his pants were pulled down to his knees. Rivkah was kneeling on his right, still fully clothed, while Heather knelt on his left. Both women were resting on an elbow, their feet near his head. Closer inspection revealed that Chad had a hand under each woman’s dress, the material shifting slightly with the movement of his fingers. The two pairs of panties by his feet indicated that his reach was unobstructed.

Chad looked up at the two men staring at him with arms folded over their chests. “Honestly, I tried to say no…and when I tried to get up, Rivkah flipped me over her shoulder onto the floor.” Chad paused to groan in pleasure as Rivkah laughed around his erect stalk. “Heather suggested, for my own safety, that I just do exactly as I was told…”

Chad’s eyes shifted for a moment, and Gregg, following his gaze, saw the paring knife sticking out from their cork message board next to the kitchen phone. Gregg assumed she had given him a demonstration of her own knife skills. E’dan’s laugh confirmed his suspicions. Rivkah lifted her face off Chad’s cock to smile guiltily at the men. Heather leaned in and kissed Rivkah before standing up and Gregg saw that two of the boy’s fingers that emerged from under her dress were damp with her secretions.

Heather molded herself to Gregg’s body and pulled him into a searing kiss. Leaning her head back, she asked with playfully wide eyes, “You know, he really didn’t put up that much of a fight…So, did you two enjoy your walk? Talk about anything important while you were gone?” As she talked, she began undoing the buttons on Gregg’s shirt.

Gregg stopped her looked into her eyes. “Yes we did. And it looks like it’s to be a night of every one’s dreams getting fulfilled…but one favor: no more knives?”

Heather met his stare and kissed him again lightly on the lips. “Thank you Gregg. It’s not an ordinary man who’d be comfortable with this situation,” she whispered in his ear, licking the lobe for emphasis.

Gregg grinned and squeezed her ass, “You’re no ordinary woman. My queen gets whatever my queen wants.” Gregg suppressed a frown over his choice of words. His referring to Heather as his queen was never a conscious choice, but the words just seemed to tumble out of his mouth. Regardless, they made her smile.

Heather turned to face E’dan, and walked over toward the couch. She stepped into the big man’s embrace and he kissed her with a tenderness that belied his imposing frame. With deft fingers, he pulled down the small zipper at the middle of her back and untied the bow at her neck so that the dress dropped to a pool at her feet. With a flick of her foot the garment sailed across the room out of the way, leaving her completely naked. Heather’s hands weren’t idle, unbuckling E’dan’s belt and unzipping his fly. In moments, he was as naked as she, his rippling muscles even more impressive now uncovered by his clothing.

Heather gasped, but it wasn’t in awe of his muscles or the size of his cock which was almost as large as Gregg’s. His torso was marked, seemingly everywhere, with scars. Some were cuts, some were burns, at least one was from a bullet. Some healed cleanly into thin pink lines, some in ragged tears. Some would say each mark was a testament to his bravery, but E’dan would argue that each scar was a reminder of a mistake – a mistake that could as easily have ended with his death. Heather’s eyes filled with tears as she traced some of the more dramatic wounds. E’dan grabbed her hand, kissing her fingers, pulling her close against his body. Her arms went around his neck and they kissed again passionately.

E’dan wasn’t going to stand for much sentiment. The woman of his and his wife’s desire was ready to be taken, and he wasn’t going to make her wait. His massive hands reached beneath her asscheeks and lifted her into the air so her crotch was level with his cock. Heather, never breaking the kiss, reached down and lined him up with her entrance. E’dan held her up as easily as if he were holding a child, despite her womanly proportions. She slid down his tool to the root, locking her legs around his waist. Gently, he lifted her up and down on his cock like a living fuck-doll. Heather helped by using her crossed legs for leverage against his hips, mewling in pleasure as their tongues wrestled with each other.

Gregg watched silently in awe at the display of strength and sensuality before him. It was his first time watching Heather with another man, and to his surprise, he wasn’t jealous. He honestly liked E’dan and Rivkah, and he wasn’t worried that this was marking the end of life as he knew it with his love. Rather, it was a beginning. Checking to make sure he wasn’t the only one okay with the situation, he was pleased to see Rivkah still sucking on Chad’s cock, but she had shifted her position so she could watch her husband in action. Her free hand was buried beneath her hiked-up dress, taking over where Chad could no longer reach.

Gregg knelt behind Rivkah and lifted her skirt above the waist. Sure enough, her tan, taut cheeks were every bit as firm as they looked. He twisted her torso enough so he could throw one of her legs over his shoulder and have access to her glistening pussylips without forcing her off Chad’s tool which she was now sucking with gusto. Rivkah’s pussy was considerably hairier than any of the other women he’d been with, but that fact in no way diminished his enjoyment. Gregg also found that in spite of her hard curves, she was soft and wet between her legs.

Rivkah responded immediately to Gregg’s oral touch, unabashedly flailing her hips as Gregg explored her with his tongue. She was quickly approaching orgasm, but in a surprise move, she detached herself from both men and was up on her feet before either really knew what was happening.

“Clothes! Off!” she commanded untying the laces holding her top up. Gregg wiped his mouth on his hand enjoying the remnants of her juices. He looked down at Chad who was already following the woman’s orders. Gregg shrugged and complied, kicking off his shoes a removing the remainder of his clothing. Rivkah’s command authority wavered when she saw Gregg’s erect tool spring free from his pants. One could almost hear the gears spinning in her head as she imagined what she could do with (and to) a cock such as his. Quickly recovering, she positioned Gregg onto the couch, sitting with his ass near the edge. Kneeling before him, she arched her back in silent invitation to Chad who needed no further instruction. Chad knelt behind the toned woman, and inserted his cock, reveling in the warm, wet heat that engulfed his tool. Chad soon learned that Rivkah’s arms and abs weren’t the only strong muscles in her body.

E’dan slowed his fucking of Heather and turned slightly to get a better view of what his wife was up to. “Watch this,” he whispered into Heather’s ear as she continued bouncing up and down E’dan’s cock. E’dan had laced his fingers together, forming a sort of basket to hold her up and his arms and hips swung with the aid of her legs around his hips to fuck his giant cock with a balance that was almost ballet.

She turned her head, keeping her cheek pressed against his, as he continued lifting her up and down on his cock. The only indication that Heather weighed anything at all was the bulging muscles in his arms and legs. Heather gasped even louder than Gregg when Rivkah took Gregg all the way down her throat on her first plunge. E’dan’s gasp followed a second later as Heather’s cunt clamped down on him in a small orgasm. E’dan smiled and said softly into her ear, “Don’t be jealous Tatela, she’s had a LOT of practice.” Heather resumed her bouncing on the big man’s cock, her eyes now firmly locked on Gregg and Rivkah.

Chad was blissfully unaware of what was happening around him, other than the incredible tightness engulfing his cock. The woman had amazing muscle control and she was milking his tool for all she was worth. Her hips flexed in time to his thrusts so it was always tight shoving in and loose when he pulled back. There was just enough blood left in his brain to realize the position he, she, and Gregg were in and made a connection. In a panting breath, he caught Gregg’s attention and said, “Déjà vu?”

Gregg’s looked up from the woman sucking his cock and after a few long seconds figured out what Chad was referring to. At Emily’s goodbye party, the two of them had Emily in a similar position, Chad fucking the petite brunette from behind while she nursed on Gregg’s cock. The only real difference was that Rivkah, unlike Emily, effortlessly took Gregg fully into her throat on every stroke. Gregg smiled and winked at Chad, recalling the words he used at that joyful moment. “Go for it.”

Chad laughed and kicked his thrusting into overdrive. Heather, who had heard the story from Emily, emerged enough from her pleasure fog to gasp in mock anger at Chad, “Ungh, Chad! Oh…no…you promised…I…sandwich…Fuck!” Heather’s attempt at reminding Chad of his promise when she greeted him at the door dissolved into a series of expletives and grunts as she approached her orgasm.

E’dan was now starting to show the strain of maintaining a vertical fuck while approaching his own orgasm. Heather’s dam burst first, as she screamed out her pleasure, clinging to the wildly thrusting E’dan with all her strength. Her sweaty grip around his neck broke and she fell backwards, though still held firmly around the waist by E’dan. The big man was dripping sweat, but didn’t slow his stroke – he couldn’t – he had passed the point of no return and there was no way he was stopping now. Heather was practically bent over backwards, her legs still locked around E’dan’s waist, but her hands and head were on the floor. Her stomach muscles were taut and they flexed as her body fought the twin sensations of falling and cumming. E’dan pulled her tightly against his waist, howling in his release, every muscle in his massive body a knotted chord of steel strength. He gave two more sharp thrusts, his cock firing its load into Heather’s spasming channel.

Drained of strength, E’dan collapsed to his knees, careful to avoid hurting Heather whom he rested gently onto the carpeting. He fell forward, resting his head between her large, sweaty breasts as he struggled to catch his breath. Heather lovingly cradled his head as he released her ass and massaged the tits on either side of his head.

The scene was too much to witness for Rivkah and she pulled her face off Gregg’s massive rod as she hit her own peak. Unlike her husband, Rivkah made no noise. Her face contorted in a mask of fuck-lust and she gripped Gregg’s cock tightly, but the only indication she finally crossed the threshold was the sudden gasp of breath and spasmodic clenching of her dimpled asscheeks.

Rivkah’s tightly clenching channel was, in turn, too much for Chad whose hips became a blur as they slapped into the woman’s seemingly solid ass. As her cunt got filled with another man’s sperm for the first time in years, she bent backward, so she could kiss Chad deeply. The two were still joined at the waist, but now they were joined at the lips. She was forced to release Gregg’s cock as Chad pulled her back even further so he could reach around and play with her tits, both their bodies still spasming with the final aftershocks of their orgasms. Gregg marveled at beauty of her feminine strength, her body arched back and taut like a drawn bow. Once Chad’s softening cock slipped out from Rivkah’s still fluttering vaginal channel, he released her and she collapsed forward and to the side onto the carpeting, Chad following a moment later, both gasping for air.

Gregg looked around, the only person who had yet to cum, the only person not on the floor writing in coital aftershocks. It seemed all too familiar…

FLASH Gregg and small band of soldiers clad in the armor of the Carthaginian court marching their caravan east, toward Cairo. They see a small village ahead, women tending goats drawing water from one of the nearby wells.

FLASH Gregg sitting naked on a make-shift throne in his large tent. Half a dozen women clad in nearly transparent white robes lie at his feet, all recovering from intense orgasms.

FLASH The initiate kneeling before him, also in diaphanous white robes, pulls her mouth off his gigantic cock. Gregg is about to bless her with an orgasm as he did the others when she pulls back the robe’s cowl. Her deep green eyes lock on his. One of his newest slaves screams from the floor. It was not a scream of pleasure…

Gregg shook his head, clearing away the visions. Unlike his dreams, this time they didn’t fade from his memory. He knew the man in the visions, he’d dreamed him that first night after he woke in the hospital after being struck by lightning. Looking down at his still rock-hard dick, Gregg was amazed that it hadn’t gone flaccid. If anything, it was even harder than before the vision. As his friends stirred at his feet, he wondered if any time had passed at all.

Rivkah was the first to move, crawling out from under Chad to kneel over Heather and her husband. With her help, E’dan sat back against the wall, freeing Heather. Heather’s eyes opened as soft, feminine lips caressed hers. She returned the kiss with equal passion, curling the Israeli’s braid around her hand like a horse’s reins. Heather guided Rivkah’s head down so the woman could kiss and lick at her damp breasts. The redhead moaned in pleasure, her knees bending, trying to get some stimulation. Rivkah encouraged her excitement, using her hands to manipulate her breasts, tickling the skin so Heather’s flesh erupted in goosebumps. Her hand trailed further south, gently rubbing the moist outer labia of Heather’s nearly hairless vagina.

“I love it when they shave, don’t you E’dan?” she asked, giving her husband a lust-filled look. She turned back to Heather, her braid falling free from the prone woman’s hand. “As for you Pretty, you have something that belongs to me.”

Before Heather could process what Rivkah was saying, the raven-haired beauty crawled between her legs and buried her face into her still-tender pussy. The woman’s surprisingly long tongue slithered inside her and the feeling drove Heather wild. Much to her frustration, Heather soon realized that Rivkah was carefully avoided clit, with the exception of those moments when her nose occasionally banged into it as she set about her task licking out the writhing woman. Heather grasped Rivkah’s head in a futile attempt to help her break through her plateau, but Rivkah was too strong and did things according to her own plan.

E’dan stood and walked into the kitchen, returning with three bottles of water from the fridge, the outsides already covered with condensation from the room’s wet heat. Chad and Gregg gratefully accepted their bottles, taking long pulls of the cool liquid. E’dan took a long swig, casually enjoying the show on the carpeting. He looked down at Chad and saw the boy’s already recovered hardon and sighed mostly to himself, “Ah, youth.” Chad looked up and the two men touched bottles, in silent toast.

A wicked smile crossed E’dan’s face after several minutes of watching Rivkah torture the voluptuous redhead. E’dan knelt behind his wife’s gyrating ass as Gregg and Chad both wondered what feat of athleticism they’d get to witness next. What ever they had imagined, it was definitely not the one they were witness to a moment later.

“Rivkah dear, you know we DO have other guests…” Rivkah either didn’t hear or didn’t care, as she remained focused on licking the cum from her neighbor’s fragrant pussy. Giving Gregg and Chad a wink, E’dan pressed the still ice-cold bottle between her legs, Gregg and Chad watched in amazement as the woman yelped in shock, vaulting across Heather’s supine form, rolling forward in a somersault and righting herself into a combat stance.

E’dan slid down the wall, incapacitated with laughter. Even Gregg and Chad were laughing, adding a round of applause. Once Rivkah returned to her senses, she collapsed to the ground, also laughing. The only person not laughing was Heather who was laying on the floor in a fetal position, one hand in her crotch, the other pounding the floor in frustration.

“Not funny guys,” Heather finally said, coming to a sitting position, scooting over next to Chad. “I was about to cum,” she huffed, relieving Chad of his water.

“No Tatela, you weren’t…I wasn’t anywhere near ready to let you cum.”

Heather was going to protest, but the serious look in the older woman’s face reminded her just who was in control of that particular situation. Well, there were still some things she could control.

“So Chad. You still want to tap this ass?” Chad blushed furiously at Heather’s carefully chosen words. Heather saw the recognition in his eyes, both of them recalling one of his favorite failed pickup lines from the dig. Everyday he tried and failed to woo her, but to no avail. Then Gregg got struck by lightning and Heather seemed to release a fiery passion that could only be quenched by Gregg. Chad didn’t question Heather’s love for Gregg, nor Gregg’s love for Heather…but there wasn’t a request either could ask of him that he’d refuse.

Chad, who used to be so quick with obnoxious one-liners or a crass comments, was dumbstruck for words at Heather’s request. He simply stared at her drinking in her beauty with a worshipful gaze. He looked as though St. Peter had just appeared and offered him the keys to Heaven.

Heather was in no mood for all this reverence. She was horny, frustrated, and still a little pissed. She aimed her water bottle at Chad’s groin and squirted a stream of ice water right at his most sensitive area.

That immediately broke Chad out of his trance, rolling backwards, in a reverse somersault that didn’t have a tenth of the grace as Rivkah’s. The room again erupted in laughter as Chad landed solidly on his hip.

Heather took Rivkah’s former place between Gregg’s legs and looked over her shoulder. “Now, enough with the serious stuff Chad. You owe me something.” Heather began her own worship of Gregg’s large cock, playfully sucking around the head, waiting for their young friend to complete the sandwich she ordered earlier. Her luminous green eyes practically glowed as Chad sidled up behind her. Expecting him to slide his large and erect cock between her spread legs, Heather flinched in surprise when she felt his tongue probing her depths. Heather groaned in pleasure, glad that Chad didn’t share Rivkah’s desire to make the experience last. The boy was intent on driving her to a quick and powerful orgasm, and Heather was not going to complain. His tongue stabbed fast and furious inside her, repeatedly flicking her clit which was hypersensitive from its previous lack of stimulation. It wasn’t quite the sandwich she was expecting, but if it got her off, she didn’t care.

Heather’s mouth engulfed the head of Gregg’s cock, quickly fucking up and down its length as she tried to bring him off as quickly as she knew Chad would her. It didn’t take long for either Gregg or Heather to realize that Chad’s ravenous mouth work was rapidly bringing Heather back to her previous excitement level with no intention of stopping there. Gregg looked over at Rivkah who had joined her husband on the floor. She had his lower lip caught between her teeth and when she finally released it, Gregg could see a small drop of blood color his lip. Rivkah had apparently gotten her revenge for his prank in her own way and if E’dan felt any pain, it didn’t show.

For the second time that night, the woman sucking Gregg’s cock, released him from her mouth and groaned as her orgasm approached. “Oh, please! Chad! Ungh!” Heather’s eyes closed in ecstasy. Her hand tightened on Gregg’s shaft and she dropped her head, tonguing his balls. She rested her head on his thigh as Chad’s inspired tongue finally drove her over the edge. “AHH! FUCK!! Don’t stop! That’s it! Unnngh!!”

Despite her orgasm, Chad kept on licking her, his face pressed tightly against her upturned ass, his lips sealed to hers. His flying tongue never lost pace and Heather yelled and groaned and then whimpered and sobbed in pleasure. “Please Chad! Stop! It’s too much! Oh God! AHH!” Much to everyone’s delight, Heather erupted again in another orgasm – or perhaps it was a continuation of the first. Either way, her hips bucked and spasmed, threatening to toss Chad across the room. But Chad was right where he’d dreamed of being for months and there was no way he was relinquishing his prize.

His tongue flailed away at her super-sensitive cunt, keeping her at her sexual high. Heather begged Chad to stop, and after long moments of pleading, he did…sort of. Heather had a moment of respite as Chad’s lips finally released her drenched pussy lips. But her eyes shot open in surprise and pleasure when his hands pulled her asscheeks apart and his tongue wormed its way inside.

“Uh, UH, AHH!” she wailed, her hips trying to escape while her brain begged for more. Her cheeks clenched but that only served to pull his wiggling tongue in deeper. Chad growled and shook his head, an animal intent on its prey. Heather had long since stopped sucking Gregg’s cock – at this point she was simply holding on for dear life. E’dan and Rivkah watched in amusement and growing lust, E’dan’s cock finally returning to its full size.

Chad released one of Heather’s smooth asscheeks and reached around her leg to play with her pussy. Her hand met his and, using his fingers, she quickly brought herself to another screaming orgasm.

At long last, Chad sat back, panting, watching the aftereffects of Heather’s last orgasm. Her face was buried in Gregg’s crotch, her hand still tightly fisting his boner slowly. She was leaning heavily against his right leg, her glistening rosebud clenching and releasing as her back arched. She finally pulled her face out from Gregg’s groin, her sweaty hair matted to her forehead. She turned and pulled herself tightly against Chad, her tongue eagerly exploring his mouth, her breasts crushed against his chest. Chad held her close, returning her kiss with equal vigor, one hand on her back, the other teasing the crevice of her ass.

“Fuck me Chad. Please. No more games. I need you to fuck me right now,” she whispered into his mouth. Heather stood and pulled Chad onto the couch beside Gregg. Her eyes locked on his, and she straddled his waist settling herself on his stiff cock. With mutual sighs, Heather began slowly rising and falling, his cock filling her desperate pussy. Heather straightened her back and Chad dropped his head forward, sucking an erect nipple into his mouth. Soon the poor nubbin was subjected to the same pleasurable tongue-torture her clit just escaped. While she lost herself in pleasure, Gregg was surprised when her hand released Chad’s shoulder and clasped his hand in hers.

Rivkah concluded a whispered conference with her husband and stood and joined Gregg. Not needing nor asking for permission, she straddled his enormous cock and quickly sank fully on top of him. Side by side, Gregg and Chad fucked the busty women on top of them, each enjoying the taste of the sweaty nipples they teased mercilessly. The room filled with moans and groans, punctuated by the sharp slap of skin on skin. Gregg’s hands slid down from Rivkah’s breasts to grip her waist. His thumb caressed a scar low on her abdomen. Recognizing the scar as that of a C-section, and knowing she and E’dan had no children, Gregg was reminded again of the couple’s “series of particularly bad experiences” that prompted their desire to leave Israel. He considered for a moment probing her mind to see what happened, but he quickly nixed the idea knowing that this was not the time to satisfy that particular curiosity.

Out of the corner of his eye, Gregg watched E’dan exit and then return to the living room, now with what looked like a small toothpaste tube in his hand. Rivkah whispered in Gregg’s ear, “Spread your legs farther apart and make room for my husband.” Gregg wasn’t sure what was going on, but did as she asked, curiosity overcoming fear.

Rivkah ceased her bouncing as E’dan stood behind her, uncapping the tube and squirting a large white dollop onto his fingers. She gasped into Gregg’s ear as the man’s wide fingers slid into her ass, turning and probing, making sure her insides were well-coated. Gregg squirmed as Rivkah clenched at the new invasion.

E’dan removed his fingers and squirted another dollop onto his hand which he then massaged into his large cock. Finally figuring out what was about to happen, Gregg spread his legs even wider, pulling Rivkah’s apart in turn. He had no idea how this was going to work, but Rivkah didn’t seem scared – only excited. Even Heather and Chad slowed to watch, both of their eyes wide with a mixture of excitement and horror.

With an audible grunt, E’dan pressed himself against his wife’s tightly clenched asshole. Despite the liberal amounts of lubrication, it still took a visible effort before the head of his cock slipped past her clenched sphincter. Five simultaneous gasps echoed in the room. Slowly, inch by inch, E’dan pressed forward, his hands on Rivkah’s shoulders for balance. Rivkah buried her face in Gregg’s neck, groaning in either pleasure or pain, he didn’t know. Her nails dug into his skin and he was sure she was drawing blood.

Thinking he needed to do something, Gregg folded his consciousness around Rivkah, pulling tight and delving into her mind. To his surprise, he saw that her body was alive with pleasure. The pain shooting from her stuffed holes was converting itself into pure pleasure. Gregg had no idea how she was doing this, except perhaps that for her, this particular pain WAS pleasure.

E’dan finally had his entire length inside her. He paused, letting his wife get used to the nearly forgotten sensation of being doubly penetrated. It had been years since they had been with someone they trusted enough to do this and never with a cock as large as Gregg’s. If E’dan hadn’t cum inside Heather before, his wife’s spasming asshole would have milked it out of him in seconds.

Heather shuddered, seeing the seemingly tiny woman beside her get filled with both enormous cocks. Rivkah never before struck her as small, especially given the size of her personality. But sandwiched between the two large men, clinging desperately to Gregg’s shoulders, she almost looked frail. That illusion was shattered as she pulled her face out from Gregg’s neck and moaned, “Fuck me. Both of you! Fuck me!”

Gregg was at a loss for what to do, the weight of both Rivkah and E’dan pressing on top of him. But E’dan slowly pulled back, the enormity of his cock evident as it slid nearly free of her tightly clenching ass. Heather had just gotten fucked by that monster, but exiting from Rivkah’s ass, it looked twice as big as it felt inside her own pussy.

E’dan pushed back inside his wife, her ass channel the tightest he’d ever felt. Gregg clenched and his cock flexed as he felt the big man’s cock slide seemingly against him, the thinnest of membranes separating them. As E’dan slowly built up speed, Gregg pulled Rivkah tightly against his chest so he could get enough leverage to stroke his cock in and out of her tight pussy. He could only get about half his length out, but it was enough. Gregg matched his stroke with E’dan’s, so Rivkah’s holes were filled then emptied as if getting fucked by one gigantic two-headed cock. After just a few strokes, she had her first orgasm and fell limply against Gregg’s chest as her pussy and asshole spasmed like crazy. A string of unintelligible words escaped her mouth in an unbroken stream. At first Gregg thought she was speaking in tongues until he picked up a few words he recognized and realized she was groaning out her pleasure in Hebrew.

Beside them, Heather ground her saturated pussy on Chad’s cock. She had one hand holding his head against her chest and the other still clasped firmly in Gregg’s hand. Seeing the intense pleasure Rivkah was experiencing, she decided it was time to revisit one of her most secret pleasures. Gregg hadn’t fucked her in the ass since that night in Tunisa, but she wouldn’t wait another minute.

Releasing Gregg’s hand, she reached back behind her onto the floor where E’dan had dropped the tube. Squirting a blob onto her finger, she leaned against Chad in order to stick out her ass, and worked her slick finger into her anal opening, but found she just couldn’t get very deep in the position she was in. Her frustration must have been evident because E’dan pulled the tube from her hand, greased up his finger, and replaced hers – all without missing a stroke in his wife. Heather moaned in pleasure as the man’s large finger wormed in and out of her now slick passage.

When Heather pulled herself up off Chad’s pussy-juice coated cock, E’dan pulled his finger free, eliciting a gasp from Heather. She looked over her shoulder at her helper and smiled in thanks. E’dan was only too happy to oblige. If Gregg or Rivkah were aware of what was happening, they gave no indication. Unbeknownst to Heather, Gregg was VERY aware of what was happening, as he was aware of every sensation that coursed through her body.

Chad held both of Heather’s large tits in his hands, massaging them and flicking the nipples with his thumbs as she positioned his cock at the entrance to her nether passage. When the crown of his cock slid past her sphincter, Heather gasped, suddenly reconsidering what she was doing. Chad was smaller than Gregg, but he sure wasn’t what she’d define as small. E’dan and Rivkah made it look so easy and she’d forgotten how much work it took Gregg to insert his that first time. The cock barely inside her ass flexed and Heather groaned. The pressure was almost overwhelming.

A moment before she was about to abandon her plan and resume normal fucking of Chad, Gregg slid his hand into hers. Like magic, her fears and doubts vanished. Her ass muscled relaxed a bit and she slid slowly down Chad’s tool. The boy had to pause in his tit-sucking to groan in pleasure as his cock was bathed in a warm velvety vice that squeezed his entire length. As she settled her weight fully on his lap, Heather paused, letting her body adjust to the foreign invader. She pulled Gregg’s hand up to her lips and kissed his hand, wordlessly thanking him for his support. She had no idea just how much he had really helped her.

Soon Heather began sliding up and down Chad’s length, pleasantly surprised at how quickly she was filling up with excitement. Gregg extended his consciousness beyond Rivkah and enveloped everyone. Five writhing, sweaty bodies filled his view, his own included, ripples of pleasure flooding each individual. It was art in motion. Within each person, a fiery hot flame grew. Within himself it was the closest to explosion. Rivkah, having just cum a second time had the smallest spark. Wanting everyone to experience the peak of ecstasy at the same time, Gregg linked everyone together – everyone’s pleasure feeding everyone else’s. Their bodies flexed and thrust, their moans sounded in a chorus of nirvana. All that mattered was release and together their sparks finally exploded as one.

Gregg quickly released his link to everyone, the blindingly bright, hot light from their orgasms searing his vision. Even though it was a light only he could see, he still blinked repeatedly trying to get rid of the green blobs that obstructed his vision.

E’dan collapsed against his wife who spasmed and twitched beneath him, grinding herself on Gregg’s thrusting cock, both men’s jism shooting into her respective holes, soothing her burning walls with their milky cream. E’dan pulled back on his wife’s braid, her face a mask of pure fuck-lust. Gregg feared that in his passion E’dan might be hurting her by pulling on her hair so, but when E’dan release her braid, now supporting her with his hands squeezing her tits, he saw that she continued tugging hard on the braid herself.

Heather, who was holding desperately onto Chad as her body flexed and clenched, screamed in her own release as Chad’s cum filled her ass. Sweat mingled with tears as both dripped off her nose and onto the boy’s heaving chest.

E’dan and Rivkah continued writhing together, which in turn continued to milk Gregg’s cock. The room, which moments ago was filled with howls of pleasure, was now eerily silent, the only noise coming from heavy breathing or gasps as aftershocks occasionally spasmed within one of the group.

At long last, E’dan pulled his softening cock free from his wife’s still clenching ass. He staggered back, giving his wife room to extricate herself, which she did with far less grace than she’d shown earlier. She lifted her hips just enough for Gregg’s slick cock to slide free from her juicy pussy and she collapsed backward onto the floor, her legs spread wide as if she were unable to close them.

Heather followed a moment later, pulling herself free from Chad, who looked as if he’d just seen the face of God. Heather knelt beside Chad on the couch, kissing him gently, her tongue dueling with his. Finally gathering the strength to stand, she walked around the supine Israeli woman and knelt beside Gregg. Taking Gregg’s half-hard cock into her mouth, she proceeded to lick all of her neighbor’s juices from his flagging hardon. Heather especially enjoyed the combined flavor of her man along with Rivkah’s spendings.

E’dan left the room and the sound of the bathroom sink was audible. He returned a minute or two later, toweling off his now-clean cock. Chad decided to follow the big man’s lead, taking his turn.

Tossing the towel onto the floor, E’dan clapped his hands and asked, “So, anyone ready for dessert?”

Gregg chuckled, but Heather’s response was very different. Pulling her face from Gregg’s lap, she smiled at the scarred, muscled man and said, “That’s okay – I already know what I want to eat…for dessert.” With that, she turned and leaned forward, burying her face between Rivkah’s legs, eliciting a startled gasp of pleasure. Little did the exhausted woman beneath her know that Heather was intent on getting her own revenge, using the older woman’s methods against her.