You watch from the limo’s window while Jo whispers in your husband’s ear. Pushing her hand down the front of his pants, she strokes his growing erection. She’s describing some of the activities you and she will be participating in at today’s Volunteer Appreciation Day orgy, how naughty you two are going to be.
His eyes lock with yours, her nose nuzzling his ear. “And when we get back,” she says slowly, “I want you to fuck my ass while I lick your wife’s swollen…wet…pussy.” With those words she squeezes his throbbing cock three times, turning towards the car.
Christopher’s eyes drop down to witness her bouncy departure, her torn shorts revealing a promising glimpse of soft, muscular flesh. Despite a brief stab of jealousy, you squirm in your seat. Two weeks of chastity have left you aching for release. Although you could not hear what Jo whispered to him, you begin to imagine the three of you together. Oh, yes, please! Captivated by this sexy little blonde, both of you gaze at her with lust. You glance back towards Christopher, but he is gone.
Slipping into the driver’s seat, Jo introduces herself. She’s about ten years younger and an inch shorter than you, curls spilling beneath her leather chauffeur hat. She hands you a small pouch for your phone- a Faraday bag to prevent tracking.
The Drive
“While evil people rule, we have to be careful,” she says, explaining the precautions. You stash your phone away and begin your journey.
Jo’s expert driving ensures you feel no sense of acceleration nor deceleration, her limousine gliding effortlessly through Saturday morning traffic.
“I’ve been looking forward to meeting you! Brad has told me so much about you and Christopher.”
So this is the woman Brad has been texting you about for the past two weeks. He seems very smitten with her. Another pang of jealousy hits when you realize you are sharing your boyfriend with Jo as well.
Urban streets give way to fields and woods outside town. Jo steers down a nondescript private drive. A large electric gate swings open, revealing a vast estate reminiscent of many BBC period dramas you’ve watched. There are forest groves, grassy fields, a small village of outbuildings, and horse stables. Jo parks the limo.
Another World
Looking through the window, you ask nervously, “So what’s it like, really?” She glances at you in the rear view mirror, a genuine smile warming her face. She describes her first time here at Phoenix Manor in lascivious detail that actually makes you blush. Could you bring yourself to do those things? Your religious upbringing says no, but your current libido says yes.
“It truly is an eye-opening experience,” Jo says, her tone both serious and kind, “You’re about to find out more about yourself than you would after ten years of therapy!” She turns to look you in the eye, saying, “But at any time, if you are uncomfortable or just want to leave, tell me and I’ll drive you straight home, no questions asked.” After a pause, she steps out, opening the door for you. You exit into another world.
Jo takes you inside, where you pass a grand staircase in the foyer. She shows you to a private room where you shower. A fluffy white bathrobe hangs on the door, your name already embroidered on it. Cinching the robe closed, you step out, finding your way back to the entrance.
Elizabeth
A voice greets you from the top of the staircase. “Hello, Tabitha,” says Elizabeth.
Barefoot and mostly nude, she descends the stairs like fog on a morning lake. Wearing only a brown leather underbust corset, her long, always-hard nipples are on exquisite display atop a shapely pair of small breasts. Her hair is dyed a bright magenta with black tips. Her carefully trimmed pubic hair matches. A pair of steampunk goggles sit atop her head, fingerless leather gloves completing her outfit for the day’s festivities.
“I’m so glad you’re here!,” says Elizabeth, greeting you at the bottom of the stairs. Although you met her once in-person, you are a bit intimidated by her celebrity. You assert yourself, however.
“We need to talk,” you say demanding answers, “First off, why me?”
You search her eyes for any hint of malice, but she just gazes at you adoringly.
“It would be easier to show you than to try to explain all at once,” says Elizabeth.
“May I kiss you, Tabby?,” she asks coyly, her hands clasped behind her back. She glances at the floor before gradually lifting her gaze towards you, biting her lower lip. Those beautiful, big brown eyes, pleading, irresistible. Subtly, she pushes those exquisite, pink nipples towards your already parting lips. She’s so much taller than you, they’re exactly at your mouth level. Swallowing an involuntary squirt of saliva, you nod, your eyes fixated on the small bumps of her areolae.
Ethereal Kiss
“Yes, please,” you say, “Please kiss me. Please, please…fuck me. But please just tell me what’s going on!”
Elizabeth leans closer, her voice dropping an octave, sending shivers down your spine.
“Let’s just take care of those first two things right now,” she says.
Your lips meet. The contact stimulates every erogenous zone in your body at once. You whimper, instantly surrendering to the sensation. Her long, wet tongue pushes through your lips, twirling lusciously around your own. Your arms wrap around her waist, pulling her towards you. She groans excitedly, her hands still behind her back, enjoying your impatient response.
The world drops away, the floor shifting beneath your feet. Suddenly there’s only you, her, and a distant sound of waves, seabirds, two lovers separated by oceans, war, arbitrary borders, and time. Where have you been, my Love, I’ve missed you so… A cold wind suddenly whips around you.
Eyes still closed, your hands slide lower, dragging her stiff nipples against your palms. They’re wet. Sea spray? How? Elizabeth groans. Replacing one hand with your mouth, you wrap your lips around a long, salty-tasting nipple, flicking it rapidly with your tongue, squeezing the other between two knuckles.
Elizabeth gasps. Your eyes open. The seaside reverie gone, her nipple slips from your mouth. You check your surroundings.
“What was that?!,” you ask, confused.
One of Us
But Elizabeth just stares down at you in astonishment. Mouth agape, she looks at you like a treasure unearthed, cradling your face with both hands, staring at you with absolute joy. A multicolored glow surrounds her, emanating from her bare skin. While Elizabeth is usually stunning, the glow makes her look positively angelic. Your own skin glows a beautiful, spring green, but the light doesn’t affect its surroundings. This sight is only for you.
With reverence in her voice she says, “Oh, Tabitha! You really are one of us. So powerful! I knew it!”
Did you hallucinate just then? Did she drug you? But it didn’t feel like a drug, nor was it a dream.
“What do you mean, one of us?,” you ask.
Stroking your hair, she studies your face. “You’re not here just because you’re a polyamorous volunteer, Tabby,” she says, “You have a gift.”
“We’re not sure what it is or how it works, exactly,” Elizabeth continues, “but it’s activated by a special combination of empathy and desire. We’re hoping you can help us figure it out.”
Every tiny hair on your body tingles with arousal. You want answers, but right now you just want her, right here on the marble floor. You take her hand in yours, raising it to your lips. Looking up at her, pleading with your eyes, you lick her thumb, sucking it gently, rolling your tongue around it. You’ve never felt such raw desire before. Please, please fuck me!, your eyes beg.
“Not here,” says Elizabeth, glancing towards a large set of double doors in the hallway, “in there.”
Freedom
A sudden apprehension comes over you. You remember dreaming last night of being strapped down, your holes repeatedly stuffed with huge cocks until you reached a state of near-continuous orgasm.
“What’s in there?,” you ask anxiously.
“Freedom,” says Elizabeth, smiling.
Taking your hand, she leads you towards the doors. Your eyes are drawn down to her amazing bottom. Whole websites are dedicated to Elizabeth’s enchanting arse. Swaying, bouncing in the most alluring way possible, her rear end is the result of thousands of squats, and perhaps just a bit too much ice cream. Truly scrumptious!
Turning to you, she asks, “Ready?”
You nod silently.
She opens both doors, stepping inside. It’s a large, two-story library with a glass dome ceiling. The nostalgic aroma of old books fills the air. Soft chamber music plays, barely audible. A group of about thirty people in bathrobes mingle and chat.
“What do you see, Tabby?,” asks Elizabeth, standing behind you, her arms around your waist.
Glancing around the room, you recognize several people from your nonprofit work. There’s Angie, from the food co-op, Donna the urban farmer, and Sister Mary Catharine, along with most of the Sisters of Mercy convent. They are all normal, everyday folks of all genders and walks of life. Nothing strange here.
Then Elizabeth begins kissing your neck, her hands gripping the folds of your robe. The group turns to watch, their conversations fading away. You feel the fluffy material of the robe dragging against your nipples just before she exposes your heavy breasts to the crowd. Her hands lift them up, demonstrating their fullness, your exquisite tits on full display. Hot blood rushes to your face, but you feel weak, willing, absolutely hers. She drags her fingernails gently across your hard nipples, caressing and squeezing them while she addresses the group.
Sublime Revelation
“Hello Everyone!,” says Elizabeth, “I’d like to introduce Tabitha Stuart, our newest member!”
Applause fills the room while she recounts all your accomplishments for charity, your years of service. She stimulates your nipples with both hands the entire time, her chin resting on your head. Your breath hitches. You moan involuntarily while Elizabeth tells them what a good, good girl you are. Everyone in the room watches you with both admiration and desire. You remember a chapter in one of Elizabeth’s books about achieving orgasm through nipple stimulation alone. You think you are going to come.
“Close your eyes,” Elizabeth whispers. You obey, her fingers squeezing and pulling on your aching nipples, lifting the weight of your tits by them.
“Uhhhh!,” you moan. The crowd groans back in lustful response.
“Now … open your eyes,” says Elizabeth, “What do you see?”
You gasp at the scene before you. Every person in the room glows brightly in a variety of colors. They aren’t just ordinary people anymore, but stunningly beautiful versions of themselves.
You immediately sense this is not an illusion. It’s as if your first impression of them was a glamour that has fallen away, leaving a room full of gorgeous, good people.
“You’re seeing them for who they really are,” says Elizabeth, kissing your neck once again before slowly removing your robe, leaving you naked before the crowd. Taking the cue, each person removes their own robes, revealing tantalizing flesh everywhere that you absolutely must sample.
“Enjoy yourself, Tabitha,” says Elizabeth, releasing your shoulders, “These are all good people, the best people.”
A smiling group of women steps forward to greet you, each introducing themselves, asking consent to kiss you.
They alight on you like butterflies.