Jake’s Dream Come True
By Billy_Ray77
Chapter 27
Kirsten pulled Samantha and I aside after cleaning up the remains of the bacon and eggs, “I’m not sure she’s really ready, but she’s too shy to ask for herself so I promised to do it.”
“Who’s too shy to ask what?” asked Samantha.
Kirsten was obviously uncomfortable and struggled for words, “Look, the way she explained it, after watching Mike and Tiff make love once, she... well she sort of asked Tiff if she could ride along while she made love to Mike again... you know... in her head.”
“Really?” Samantha looked dubious, “Even with what she and Mike had just... gone through?”
“Yeah, and that part was why she also asked Tiff not to tell Mike. Apparently, when she was watching them... she had never seen a man and woman make love. All she had ever known was what she saw and went through in that hell-hole. She couldn’t believe how gentle and beautiful it was. Her words, not mine. She was so amazed and intrigued by what she felt, second hand, through Tiff, that she wants to try it.”
“But why us?” I asked, “If it was Mike who impressed her, and they had already...”
“Exactly. She doesn’t want any lovey dovey shit, my words not hers, getting in the way of him doing what he has to do, when he needs to do it.”
“Tiff was right,” said Samantha, “That is one smart girl.”
“Well, If I must, I must.” I said with a grin, “A man’s got to do what a man’s got to do.”
“Stop it, Jake, this isn’t a joking matter.”
If subservient little Kirsten was putting her foot down like that, it was serious, damned serious, at least to her... ipso-facto it was serious to me. I sobered appropriately.
“We have to be careful. She’s really vulnerable. I know she’s come a long way, she trusts us, pretty much unconditionally. If this goes wrong, in any way, she could lose the progress she’s made so far. Worse, it could hurt her in one of the only ways she hasn’t been hurt in her life. So we have to treat her with kid gloves.”
“When does she want to do it?” Samantha asked.
“She was talking about tonight, but... I don’t know.”
Samantha put her arm around her dainty friend, snuggling close. “You don’t know if she thinks she’s ready, or you don’t think she’s ready?”
“Me,” sighed Kirsten, “alright? I admit I’m just not sure. Look, Jake, you know how I feel about you and what I have to say doesn’t change that one bit, are you with me?”
“I think so.”
“You can... you know, in bed... you can be... a little... intense.”
“Intense?”
“I know what she means, sweetie, and it’s not a bad thing. I like it... we like it. You get this look in your eyes, like you could could just eat us up, literally.”
“It’s the look I always picture when I read those books about chicks who do it with vampires and werewolves... not that... I would read that sort of thing... but you’re the werewolves.”
“Thanks?”
“Sam was right when she said we like it. When I see that look I know you’re intently focused on me and it’s because you think I’m so fucking sexy. That makes me feel fucking sexy, and it’s one hell of a turn on.”
“And I think Kirz is concerned it may frighten Lea. It is rather... predatory.”
“So you want me to dial it back. I can do that.”
“Are you sure?” The little brown beauty didn’t look convinced, “I know how hot you think she is.”
Samantha backed away just enough to look her in the eye but she kept her hand on the back of her neck, “Kirsten, you know Jake, he’s a horny idiot. But he’s a kind, gentle and loving horny idiot. He’ll be careful... or I’ll kick him in the balls.”
I reached out, added my hand to Samantha’s and with as much sincerity as I could muster, “She’ll do it too.”
Kirsten looked up at me, her sultry black almond eyes glistened with love and admiration. The soft luscious lips parted in a bright smile, “I know.”
“And I don’t think you’ll let me too far off the leash, it sounds like you intend to be there.”
“It’ll be up to Lea. I want to be there, for a whole lot of reasons, and I don’t think she’ll mind. Anyway, I just wanted to give you a heads up so you’ll know that the next time I knock on your door, I won’t be alone. It might be tonight, but I’m gonna try and get her to hold off a little longer.”
“And I promise, I’ll be careful. If it goes well at first, maybe she can hitch hike with you while I turn on some of that intensity.”
I gave her a leering once over.
She reached up and placed her gentle fingers on my cheek, “That’s not the look, Jake, that’s just creepy.”
“If you’re not going to appreciate the effort, then we should just go and get the dogs.”
We’d discussed the dogs during breakfast.
“It makes sense,” Samantha had said regarding the dogs’ sensitivity to psychic activity, “there are dogs that warn when someone is about to have a seizure. I bet they’re aware of a hell of a lot more than we ever imagined.”
Mike topped off his orange juice, nodding in agreement, “No doubt there, but we gotta figure how best to use it.”
“Yeah,” I added, “there’s a few issues I can think of, right off the top.”
Kirsten paused, the corner of her toast soaking in the egg yolk, “For it to be useful, we would have to be able to teach them to ignore any activity originating from Jake or Lea.”
“There’s that,” I agreed, “but the biggest one I can see is that it’s pretty much after the fact.”
“What do you mean?” asked Tiffany, scooping up a fork full of hash browns.
“I mean, they didn’t react until I connected to Mike. I know I’ve called up the sight with them around before and they never seemed to care.”
She considered that while she chewed, then swallowed, “So by the time they’ve alerted somebody has already been forced into their shell. They seem to know where it’s coming from, maybe we can train them to attack rather than just alert.”
Samantha shook her head, “That takes us back to them figuring out the difference between the evil mind fuckers doing this sort of thing, and Jake or Lea.”
“Yeah,” I nodded, “and I vote for ensuring they can differentiate that before training them to attack. Their adorable poodles, but have you seen them go after that trainer in his suit? Sometimes they’re so cute, you forget how big they really are.”
After our talk with Kirsten, Samantha went to get the dogs while I got ready in the living room. Basically, I went in and sat down. But it let everyone else know that it was time. There was a chance, however slight, that a human being was going to communicate with a dog. Had one of them missed a single moment, they wouldn’t have forgiven me.
By the time Samantha came in with the pups, everyone was present.
“Lady, Tramp, come.”
They came to stand in front of me.
“Sit, Stay.”
With their level of training, ‘stay’ was a nearly inviolate command.
I closed my eyes and called up the sight. I knew they were right there in front of me and I study the area closely looking for any trace of dog aura with which to connect.
Finding nothing, I sent out an aural tendril. It prodded the area of Tramp’s head but I felt no indication of any connection, of any sort.
I opened my eyes, willing the tendril to continue it’s search. It wasn’t as easy as maintaining a connection with my eyes open, but with enough focus and will I could do it. Heck, I had manipulated auras long before I could see them. I just didn’t know what I was manipulating. Now that I had seen it, doing it more precisely without seeing it wasn’t that much of a reach.
I had wanted to gauge his reaction, see what he was doing and, more importantly, to see if he was in any distress.
He was looking at me with a cocked eyebrow.
Yes, the dog can cock an eyebrow.
It was as if to say, “What the fuck are you doing?”
He was so damned cute.
I reached out to scratch him behind the ears but as soon as I touched his head, it happened.
It wasn’t through my aura at all.
It was something else. An energy, almost primal. I had never felt it before, but it was familiar.
I was getting impressions from Tramp’s mind. It certainly wasn’t thinking, like you or I would recognized. But impressions. My mind took these impressions in and fed them back to me in whatever way would make them understandable to me.
I closed my eyes again, to better concentrate.
There was a remarkable memory but also... well... I wouldn’t really call them emotions... dog emotions?
Simpler, more black and white. Any gray areas were narrow and well pronounced. Things fell into categories. Good, bad, wary, dangerous, prey, and dangerous prey, among others. There was one category that was different. It was beneath the others. A foundation for them. A category that was driven by ancient instinct. Pack.
And those memories. An amazing amount of memories. It only made sense. They were predators. Successful predators, for most part, are those that learn quickly and can adapt. To do that, they remember everything.
One of the most recent was last night, chasing two squirrels and a rabbit away from Human Family Kirsten’s garden.
I’m pretty sure that’s not exactly how he thought of her, but that’s how my link told me I should interpret it.
Family was categorized as ‘almost’ Pack. I explored his concept of Pack. Pack was a deep seated instinct. The Pack was equated with survival. Survival as individuals, and survival of the species. It was this socialization that turned canines into such successful predators, able to survive by working together to not just provide food, but to defend one another, to defend the pack. Nothing was more important than protection of the Pack, yet without the individual members there was no Pack. Tramp would not hesitate to throw himself against impossible odds to protect the pack. Technically it wasn’t courage or suicide as ‘fear’ didn’t exist in any form you or I would recognize, and he would have every intention of winning, and make every effort to survive. The Pack depended on it.
Kirsten was ‘almost’ pack. Close enough that since the garden was important to her, it was worth protecting, though he probably would have chased the prey anyway. He didn’t catch them and I had the distinct impression that was contrived. He seemed to understand that prey he didn’t kill would come back, and he could chase it again. He wasn’t hungry, so they would narrowly escape.
I looked closer at this, ‘Family’ though that wasn’t really a concept he knew. There was no abstract thinking. ‘Family’ was simply ‘almost’ pack.
Curious, I tried something. It took a while. Eventually I figured out how to get rid of the ‘almost.’
That made all of us Pack. I hoped that would let them look past our mental connections with the others.
I looked for the memory of that moment, when they alerted on me.
That... feeling... he’d had was still in the ‘wary’ category. He simply did not know what it was, only that it affected two members of his erstwhile ‘almost’ Pack.
I tried to help him understand it. I searched his other memories for concepts that I could... more or less... refer to.
He came to understand that sensation as a form of tooth or claw, and those who bore those teeth and claws were to be considered dangerous prey. Unless they were pack. He knew tooth and claw, they were what made one a formidable adversary, or a powerful ally.
I heard Tiffany off in the distance.
“He’s taking this awfully well, don’t you think? That’s such a good boy.”
Suddenly my fingers, that were buried in Tramp’ soft gray curls, were brushed by other fingers.
There was another consciousness with us, sharing what we shared, and more. The sudden addition of another consciousness somehow opened a conduit of awareness between the three of us.
I pulled back and Tramp’s consciousness left me as well as the other. I had pulled away before I had identified the other consciousness. But I knew who it was.
I opened my eyes and sure enough, there was Tiffany, staring at me. Her eyes almost as wide as her mouth. The sort of look that says, “What the fuck was that?” and doesn’t know whether or not to be scared of what just happened. I suppose it was definitely in the ‘wary’ category.
“What the fuck was that?” she finally gasped.
I thought so.
But I still didn’t have an answer. My mind raced.
I wanted to establish a link with Tiffany to see how, if at all, her mind had just been affected.
But, since that required making a connection in the presence of Lady, she had to first be conditioned in the same way as Tramp, as long as Tiffany was alright.
“Tiff? Are you okay?” I said, carefully.
She was still staring at me and hadn’t bothered to close her mouth.
She shuddered and blinked. “I... I think so. Unless the Surgeon General has determined that massive amounts of confusion can be hazardous to one’s health... In that case I’m in big trouble.”
She was fine.
“I don’t know what that was and I want to make sure you’re okay, but first I have to do to Lady what I just did to Tramp.”
Without waiting for a response, I willed myself towards Lady and then put my hand on her head.
It was much the same as with Tramp. There were certain defensive instincts tied to the Pack there were subtly different. I made the adjustments and pulled out.
“Tiff, I’m going to make a connection with you, I want to see if anything was done to you.”
“Okay. Jesus, that was amazing.”
I opened my eyes after making the connection and though the dogs seemed aware, they weren’t showing any signs they didn’t like what was happening. Tiffany seemed fine. Nothing appeared to have changed. But something had. I couldn’t put my finger on it but there was a difference in my perceptions of her.
I knew her.
Yeah, sure, I’ve known her a long time, even if you include the biblical sense. But this was a different ‘knowing’ that was new. I didn’t have the energy to examine it at the moment.
I was tired. Channeling that odd energy was far more taxing than using the auras.
“Would someone please take the dogs out and throw the balls for a while? I’d do it but I think they want to run more than five feet.”
Mike got up and headed for the door with Kirsten on his heels.
“Lady, Tramp, come, get your ball.”
The dogs were off like a shot.
I had seen memories of that and knew it was their favorite ‘game.’
Samantha knelt before me, “Jake, are you alright?”
“Sure, just a little tired is all.”
“Sit back.”
She fussed over me, but I could tell she just wanted to be close in case I passed out again.
“I’m going to close my eyes, Sam. I just want to take a nap.”
She kissed my forehead, “Okay sweetie, would you like some help getting upstairs?”
“Here is fine. Here is perfect...”
When I woke up it was nearly noon. I was alone, but not for long.
Tiffany came in from the kitchen. She was wearing short, cut off jeans and a blue button down shirt closed only with a knot, tied just under her generous bosom. Having been recently reintroduced to the pleasures of that remarkable body, I was reminded that it had been some time since I had enjoyed those pleasures.
“Well, look who’s awake.”
I was suddenly swept up in how beautiful, sexy and alluring she was.
She sat on the arm of my chair, looking down on me with those finely sculpted features and long flowing blonde hair. Her lovely blue eyes regarded my intently. “Feeling better?”
I tried to think of something else, but my cock swelled anyway.
“Yeah, Tiff, I’m...”
Then she was on me. I was still clothed only in my my robe and she wasted no time tugging it aside, “I need you, Jake.”
“Here?”
“Here, now.”
She grabbed my head between urgent hands and kissed me, hard. Our tongues found each other and danced a slow romantic dance that gained rapidly in heat and fervor. Her hands left me for an instant and then she hugged me again, her now naked flesh pressed against mine. Our breath came heavy as we kissed again, our hands roaming freely.
She raised up and engulfed my throbbing cock in her slick heated sex. Her pussy stroked me with an intensity that was nearly bestial in it’s hedonistic abandon. Our arms tightened around the other, as though we could not get our bodies close enough.
Panting, groping, kissing... our act was driven by a lusty enthusiasm that had us both quickly on edge. Grinding ourselves together we shared a long mutual orgasm. Each of our pleasure feeding the other’s.
It took a minute to catch our breath. And our senses.
“Holy Crap.” she finally said. Well, it was more a weak whisper.
“What was that?” I asked, when I could trust myself to speak.
She leaned back a little, her arms still across my shoulders, “I don’t know. I’ve been checking on you, every little while or so – we all have, and when I saw you awake I came over and then I... I’m not sure... I knew you wanted me... I felt desired, sexy, and I had to have you.”
I thought for a minute. About the feeling I’d had when I was linked with her. Of knowing her in a whole new way.
Something caught my attention over her shoulder. Samantha and Kirsten were standing in the kitchen door, dressed much like Tiffany, well, like she had been dressed. They were wearing garden gloves.
“That was the single hottest thing I’ve ever seen.” breathed Kirsten.
“Wow.” said Samantha. “That’s all I got... Wow.”
Tiffany reluctantly pulled herself off my still hard cock and sat in my lap, her back to me. She leaned back and I wrapped the robe around both of us.
Tiffany explained her sudden need while I considered the implications.
“Jake, what do you think?” she said, turning her head to me and kissing me on the cheek.
“It has to be because of what happened with the three of us, you me and Tramp. I think we’re more... in tune, with each other. Whatever I did to form a link with Tramp drew you in the moment you touched us and the whole connection seemed to change.”
“So every time you start thinking that Tiff is hot, she’s going to have an irresistible urge to fuck your brains out?” asked Samantha with an amused glint in her eye.
“I wouldn’t say it was irresistible,” Tiffany noted, “but then again, I didn’t want to resist. It has been a while.”
In my brain steam hissed, the pistons heaved into motion and the gears ground. Ever so slowly, the wheels started moving. The beginnings of an idea formed.
I put it on the back burner to simmer. Sometimes it is best to put the dough in the oven and let it turn into bread all by itself. Too much thought and it could come out half baked.
Tiffany suddenly looked chagrined, “I was supposed to help you pick the peas, wasn’t I?”
She slithered out from under my robe and started getting dressed. “I’m so sorry. I’ll be right out.”
Kirsten put out a hand, “Take your time. I’m not done staring at you in awe yet.”
Samantha laughed, putting a hand on silky brown skin of Kirsten’s arm, “Come on, Kirz.” She pulled her back through the kitchen.
With a quick, but passionate kiss, Tiffany bounced out of the room.
I went upstairs and took a shower. Throwing on jeans and a sleeveless sweatshirt, I went out to help harvest our dinner.
It did come up over dinner. I still wasn’t sure what I was thinking and didn’t want to go opening the oven door too soon so I pleaded temporary ignorance while explaining I was still pondering.
Later, Samantha and I lying in bed, cuddling, kissing, getting ourselves worked up over the other when there came a soft knock on the door.
We looked at each other briefly, then Samantha slid out of the bed and opened it, again, paying no mind to her state of nakedness.
As we thought, Kirsten stood there with Lea.
The lithe brunette looked nervous, “Kirz said she talked to you?”
“Yes, sweetie,” Samantha swept her into a gentle hug, “We’re so happy you’re here.”
I lay there, propped on one elbow, the sheet up to my waist. I was hesitant to move, I didn’t want to fuck anything up. Lea was, in many ways, still a thirteen year old girl with many of the same sensitivities. Couple those with the stress of the past five years and it was entirely possible she wanted something she wasn’t ready for. For a lot of reasons. I didn’t want to move too fast and either scare her off or maybe traumatized her even more.
That, and I didn’t want to get kicked in the balls.
My anticipation outpaced my anxieties and my cock twitched.
The lovely little Kirsten looked as sexy as always, the short white silk robe glowed against her dark complexion. Lea’s nearly sheer house coat left no doubt that was all she was wearing. Her lithe curves and firm breasts pushed it out in all the right spots. Her luscious lips formed a nervous smile. A nervousness also displayed in the big brown eyes peering out from behind the thick waves of her long brown hair.
“You’re sure it’s okay?” Her voice, barely audible.
“You are more than welcome.” the voluptuous red head broke the hug and took her hand, leading her into the room.
I sat up, swinging my feet off the bed but keeping the sheet strategically draped. I didn’t want to... well, you know. I suspected my turgid state was apparent even with the clever camouflage.
Despite her trepidation, she came to me. Samantha and Kirsten held back.
Her hands reached for the neck of her robe, I could see them trembling.
“Slow down, Lea.”
“But, I can see you’re ready.”
“And I can see you may not be.”
“I’m okay, Jake, really. I want this.”
“You’re still unsure, about me. My gender.”
“No... well... maybe... a little.”
“Lea, I want to touch your mind. It will be nothing like what he did, you know this. I want to you to know how I feel, I want to you know you’re safe.”
“I don’t... know.” big doe eyes regarded me, big, scared doe eyes. “Okay... I trust you.”
Closing my eyes, I used the focus to drive the lustier thoughts from my head. I drew a picture of her in my head, one that described how I admired her courage, her strength, her beauty and her selflessness. It wasn’t exactly love, but it was everything just this side of it.
Reaching out I made contact and shared it with her. I then retreated and opened my eyes.
“How can you... why?”
“Since you’ve been with us, I’ve seen the strength of spirit that kept you sane through all those years of hopelessness; I’ve watched you doing what you believe to be right without letting fear dictate your actions. What you’re doing for Mike, for all of us, speaks to an unselfish ideal that most people will never achieve. Now you know how I regard you.”
Her nervousness abated, not entirely, but mostly.
“But... wings and a halo? A bit much, don’t you think?”
“You’re an angel to me, to us.”
She reached out, her fingertips brushed my chest. I didn’t have the mass that Mike had, but I was pretty well defined.
“May I touch you, Lea?”
“Oh... I... I guess this wouldn’t work very well if you didn’t.”
I slowly reached out and placed my hand on her arm. I gently traced up until I touched her cheek, softly. I knew she was thinking about it, about what he did to her, hell I would have been.
“I’ll never understand how someone could treat you like that. It wasn’t fair, you didn’t deserve it. Nothing will happen here, that you don’t want to happen.”
Her hand came up to meet mine, pressing it lightly into her face. She leaned in and kissed me. A short kiss, but soft.
She pressed me back and kissed me again. Still soft, but with more determination. Our hands moved slowly, exploring each other, tentative at first but quickly growing bolder. Four other hands caressed us.
She was on top of me now, her breasts pressed into my chest as my lips found her neck, eliciting a gasp.
We rolled over and I worshiped her body with my lips and tongue as I worked my way down.
An hour later, or maybe it was a minute, it was all the same at that point, my tongue found the warm, softness of her sex.
I ran my tongue all the way down, then back up to make tiny circles round her swollen clit. Other tongues and lips, far more skilled than mine suckled at her engorged nipples and she moaned as the pleasure washed over her.
I stayed there a long time, reveling in the softness under my tongue and the pleased sounds coming from the gorgeous girl. Those sounds became more ardent until her pussy quivered against my mouth as she came.
Those four hands, the gentle, skilled hands, rolled us over and her warm mouth took me in.
She had learned how to pleasure the male member under threat of severe, brutal punishment if she failed to please. She used those hard learned lessons now, not because she had to, not because she was terrified of failing, but because she wanted to. It no longer mattered to her how she had come by her skills, she wanted to use them to make me feel as good as I had her.
She didn’t make me cum, though I’m sure that if that had been her goal she could have done it... easily.
Her tongue ran up my body, pausing frequently to allow the lips to kiss and suckle, until her face was buried in my neck. I drank in the alluring scent of her thick, silky hair as it fell across my face.
Sensual hands held my cock, directing it towards her heated pussy.
Kirsten was at her ear, whispering, “Take you’re time, sweetie. You’re in control.”
Her slick, swollen lips found the tip of my thick member and pressed down slowly.
“Ohh!” She gasped as the head was engulfed.
A short stroke up and she eased back down, a little further. Another short stroke up, not coming off me completely, then back down to the halfway point. Three more such strokes and I was in all the way.
Her eyes expressed disbelief while her sultry lips expressed her joy.
She moved on top of me, caressing my chest with her full breasts, massaging my cock with her fluttering pussy. Her movements grew frenzied as she neared her first orgasm with a penis involved. I hugged her to me and felt nearly every muscle in her body tense, her pussy clamped down on my cock and stopped moving as she shuddered. A moan started deep in her throat and grew until it was nearly a scream.
Then she went limp.
“That was... oh my God.”
She buried her face in the nape of my neck as she caught her breath.
Small hands caressed her back and shoulders, “I guess I don’t have to ask if you liked it.”
“Really?” came the muffled response, “I didn’t think it was that obvious.”
Then she came up on her hands.
“Now it’s his turn.”
“Use your kegal muscles to...”
“Kirsten,” said Lea, with a smile, “I know how to fuck a cock, I just never liked doing it before.” Her big brown eyes came back to me, “This time, I’m liking it very much.”
She said she knew how to fuck a cock.
Sort of like saying Picasso knew how to paint or Eric Clapton knows how to play a guitar. It is technically accurate, but doesn’t come anywhere near describing the skill and artistry involved.
She had learned to control the musculature around her pussy to grip and milk a cock. She’d been forced to learn it the same way she’d been forced to learn to suck a cock – through pain and terror.
Now, the negative was being washed away. Every hard won skill she used on me stopped being his and became hers. Hers with which to to give pleasure to her lovers and herself. It seemed the more she focused on the thick cock nestled in her pussy the more she liked it. She squeezed, grabbed and milked it. She became more and more aware of the the cock she was fucking as she explored every bump and engorged vain with the sensitive soft flesh of her remarkable pussy.
She lost her rhythm as she came one more time, then she worked on drawing out my orgasm.
She watched my eyes as she made me cum, her sensual lips widened in a happy smile as she realized the joy she felt, had been shared.
I reached up and traced a lovely cheek with my fingers, “Thank you.”
For coming to me despite your fears, for giving me such amazing pleasure, for trusting me. The reasons were many and didn’t need to be said.
“Thank you.” Her reasons didn’t need to be said either.
We were shaken from our revelry as the other two sexy women in the bed apparently decided that was more than enough lovey dovey shit and pulled Lea off with a squeal. They set about cleaning us off and out, bringing Lea to another orgasm and ensuring I stayed rock hard.
The rest of the night, despite my scaling back the werewolf eyes, was as fun, sexy, exciting and pleasurable as any night with three beautiful, sensuous and enthusiastic women could be.
That is to say, very much so, and then some.