Training

[Straddler]

When Gillian kissed Mahri, Mahri melted like the sea opening and offering so deeply that it was like a wonderful abyss. Mahri, loved the giving acceptance of the sub and had practiced submission for years. She immediately entered that state with Gillian and Gillian felt the wonder of a sub under her exploring mouth. Mahri was pliant, her lips, her breasts her being trembled to be taken by Gillian. I wondered what must this experience be like for Gillian. He knew the wonder of that kiss, the surge and power experienced.

Gillian herself was nearing the same abilities and I wondered if she would learn the paradoxical strength of the sub. The offering abyss so deep that it was frightening. Mahri worked her body round and nestled into Gillian breasts against breasts, mons to mons. She seemed to fold herself into Gillian and give her everything that she was.

The kiss communicated something to the pair of them that was beyond Mark and I as we stood there. Both erect again at the scene of Saphonic beauty. Their mouths united and their heads twisted soulfully searching each other, speaking to each other.

I nodded to Mark and we both reached for the women. I took Gillian's arm and pulled her back to me. I sat and placed her between my legs. She was panting and looking at Mahri. I felt an almost physical force, like magnetism, between the two as we separated the pair. Mahri sat hugging Mark's leg but physically open to Gillian, she too was panting wantonly. I was stroking Gillian's hair and cheek.

"Mark and Mahri will visit again in a few days, my heart. If the training is going well. They have to get dressed and go home now." Mahri fetched their clothes from the table and the pair of them dressed before us. We stood up and walked the couple to the door. Mahri, took Gillian's hand as we walked. She was smaller than Gillian and took her hand innocently like a child. At the door Gillian initiated another kiss to Mahri. Mark, took Gillian's arm and pulled her to him. "I love you Gillian." He cooed,"and I am so proud of you."

I kissed Mahri and felt what Gillian must have experienced in her. When they left, I took Gillian to the couch and sat her on my lap not between my legs and I rocked her and hummed into her hair. After fifteen minutes or so I spoke softly to her.."Mark wants you, I want you, Mahri wants you. You are loved and wanted my heart. Tomorrow my pet I want to bind you blindfold you and spank you. It will make me happy and excite me to do that to you. Are you ready to give that to me?"

 

[FurryFury]

They were locked body to body, sweet soft mouth to mouth. Gillian wanted to climb inside Mahri and taste her depths. Slowly like two primal beasts joined together, they pulled at each other. Nipples touched and bounced. Mounds dripping bumped and ground against one another.

Her tongue tasted and played in Mahri's mouth. It didn't take long to belong inside the other woman. She was so soft and so willing to give. Yet they ground against each other hard each understanding how much they wanted it that way with no words passing between them and none needed. The only sounds were those of their mouths kissing, the moans, panting, the slap of their bodies and an audible squishing of the fluids that coated both of their mounds.

She felt like she were falling into a cool dark place that was Mahri. Gillian wanted to be there. She didn't worry about never coming back, she simply wanted, needed. Her mouth traveled to Mahri's neck nibbling and moaning. She trailed kisses down her middle and sucked on one breast. Gillain lifted her head, kissed Mahri's ear.

"Yes! You are mine!" She whispered. Her mouth went down again traveling to Mahri's other breast nibbling and sucking. One hand went to Mahri's beautiful mouth and touched it as if it were a rare and precious butterfly. She drank Mahri all in, falling, deeper, and deeper, there was no end. She didn't need or want an end.

Gillain was pulled away. She didn't fight exactly but she resisted. Her mind wasn't focused enough to allow her to do more than try to get back to Mahri and groan her need. Joseph pulled her to him, placing her firmly between his legs. She sat as if blind. Gillian panted like a cat that has smelled sex and wants to eat it.

Joseph stroked her hair and face. She rubbed against his hand and began to calm down little by little. Her nipples stood out still. She was gushing wet. Gillian wanted more. She needed more.

"Mark and Mahri will visit again in a few days, my heart. If the training is going well. They have to get dressed and go home now." He said.

It was wrong for them to leave now. She focused on the men. Their cocks were hard again. Why would they leave now? She looked at Mahri. Gillian shook her head no while Mahri got her clothes and Mark's. No, it was too soon for them to go. Why should they go, ever? Why not stay?

Joseph stood up once the others had dressed. He pulled her up but Gillian felt as if her heart were breaking. A tear slipped down her face followed by more until she was flowing from both ends.

While Joseph held one hand, Mahri took the other. She held onto both hand so tight. She kissed Mahri again at the door. Her lips crushing against Mahri's, her tongue crudely pushing in and demanding. Mahri gave in to her again so easily, so naturally she wanted more.

Mark pulled her away from Mahri this time. He squeezed her against him as if he wanted to own her the way she'd just wanted to own Mahri. Her tears and cunt juices marked his clothes darkly.

"I love you Gillian." He cooed,"and I am so proud of you."

What could she say to her husband? She couldn't think clearly enough to say anything. Instead she just rubbed against him and held him tight. That also ended too soon.

Joseph held her on his lap like a child and rocked her for awhile. Humming, he stoked her until she was soothed.

"Mark wants you, I want you, Mahri wants you. You are loved and wanted my heart. Tomorrow my pet I want to bind you blindfold you and spank you. It will make me happy and excite me to do that to you. Are you ready to give that to me?" He asked her.

There wasn't any hesitation in her now. What was being tied down, blindfolded, or spanked compared to what they had just done? Earlier today or yesterday, she'd have been worried, perhaps even terrified. Now he could do anything at all to her. At least that's how she felt at that minute.

"Yes. Anything!" She replied. She felt so warm and happy. Gillian felt loved and accepted in a way she never had before.

She began to move on top of him, her juices were beginning to dry but some of Joseph's still dripped out of her.

"And now?" She asked him.

 

[Straddler]

I leaned Gillian back against the overstuffed arm of the couch and open my legs such that she is in a comfortable reclined position. “Close you eyes my heart and image with me.” I gently rub her mound and labia working up the juices, both hers and mine that moisten her cunt. “You watch Mark’s cock slide in and out of Mahri’s soaking pussy. You see them excited fucking needing, satisfying each other. Your husband Mark is watching my cock eagerly fuck you. I am bringing you close to climax as he is with my wife. I see her ache for him, fuck him ravenously. I feel your hungry cunt suck on my cock, lost in lust as your husband watches us. Mahri watches you riding my aroused prick with abandon. I watch you and Mahri reach out for each other. In the layers upon layers of lust of surrender of abandon and control, you are moved by a burning desire for each other. You stare at each other’s bodies, you know the feelings the emotions the desire running through each other and it is the want of like for like.

Your lust your passion is everywhere, images of cock, cunt, sensations and emotions too deep to strong to control and you give up. You surrender to complete animal lust. You ride that lust to a place you have never been. And Mahri tells you that she wants you. And you respond. Are you there again my heart.” I feel by your undulations and your dripping cunt that you are in fact back there, swimming in the pool you had just left. “Mmmmmmm.” You urge me on and your hand travels to my rampant cock.

“Then as I fuck you and Mahri fucks your husband you are somehow fucking each other. You urge each other on and feel for the other. Your eyes drink in each other and you move as one, faster, and faster, driving each other to orgasm.” I feel you reaching now for that orgasm and my fingers sink into your cunt, three fingers disappear into you and my thumb traces circles on your clit. You are hammering your fist on my cock now and breathing hard.

“Then you find yourselves on your hands and knees, your faces inches from each other. You are being fucked in the ass and spanked together….” We both start to buck and cum again, lost in the images, the ideas of the night.. We slump into each other and after recovering I whisper to you…. “You went to a new place tonight my heart and I am so proud of you. You swam in the love lust and desire of three people who wanted you; and you wanted each of them.

From now on you will sleep with me in our bed, Mahri would want that. It is filled with the odor and the feel of her. She would want you there. I want you there. In the morning we will begin again……

 

[FurryFury]

She was desperately hot. The night so far had been a revelation. It seemed Joseph was hot too. Gillian asked him, "What now?" Perhaps she shouldn't have but she was too muddled to remain quiet, too horny. To this question she added her body moving on top of his. She already knew he was hard. She had to try to make something happen. It was as necessary as breathing, to her at that moment.

He realigned their bodies. He urged her to shut her eyes. Then he spoke of what had happened that evening. His words took Gillian back there. His voice made her flow again with arousal.

Joseph rubbed her making her even more excited. Soon juices were all over her mound, glisening on her clit and midway down her thighs. Her ass was dripping his spunk too. She was aching for relief while he slowly painted her genitals with fluids and her mind with images.

Gillian's bottom and tummy begin to lift and quiver as Joseph pushed her with his hands and voice. She reaches for his cock gripping it firmly, her thump flicks against his sweet spot just under the head. All she can say though is, "Mmmm."

It's enough. He knows she is being taken by him to a dark excitement that sets her on fire. His words are rich and raw, making not just her body flame but her face as well. She is not used to such words filling her ears or perversely feeding her lust.

As he spoke such things, his hands moved on her body faster, rougher, driving her toward the momentary destruction that was needed. So too, did she move her hand harder and more rapidly on his cock. Again they were in a sexual soul syncopation that kept them both so close to one another, on many levels. It seemed to come to them naturally. Their mutual kindling was gaining in intensity. The blistering fire it produced threatened to make them glow incandescent when it finally burst. Their passions, sprits and skin touched, tangling, blowing up the primal frenzy, into a conflagration. Her sounds are low soul grunts that attest to the depth of his ravishment.

Once she can glide back down she slumps against him breathing raggedly. She is elated as she starts to feel her mind slowly reform, her spirit float and her body ease.

“You went to a new place tonight my heart and I am so proud of you. You swam in the love lust and desire of three people who wanted you; and you wanted each of them. From now on you will sleep with me in our bed, Mahri would want that. It is filled with the odor and the feel of her. She would want you there. I want you there. In the morning we will begin again…… " He tells her.

He is pleased with her. He came with her. She cherishes him being in charge of her this way and in turn is treasured. There is nothing else to want or need. Her body feels loose and well used. A sweet exhaustion creeps over her mind as well. She smiles. Gillian hugs Joseph. Taking his hand, she lifts it, kisses it and sighs in perfect contentment.

 

[Straddler]

I carried Gillian up to our bedroom. We took a warm, relaxing shower together, we washed each other, luxuriated in each other. We stood at the double sink and brushed out teeth together. We moved in synchronic rhythms. We crawled naked into the bed together.

My cock was spent but I lowered Gillian's hand to my soft prick and she held onto it and I softly reached behind her, betweeen her thighs and cupped her cunt in my hand and we fell asleep like that.

When we awoke I could smell Mahri and Gillian in the bed and I pulled Gillian into my chest and kissed her on top of the head. I began the familiar twirling of her hair. I felt her stir and waited for her breathing pattern to tell me she was completely awake.

I began to whisper into her hair. "When you walk about and perform daily tasks you are in one state my heart. You may even control others and be in charge of many things. But when I look directly at you and give you a command, you freeze, you start to enter another state. You shift your thoughts to me alone. What I might want. How you can please me. Your eyes may dart around and you may question what you are doing. What am I doing.

Then I have to get you to relax. I might have to slap you to force you to concentrate. To quiet your mind. To swim in sensation. To surrender to me. You are just going deeper into that state my heart. You sink through the stages. You get better and better at going there. You are at home there.

Then I can must pull you inside of me. You must feel for me be one with me. want to live and breath and offer all to me... to us. YOu are deeper into the space now. This is where you swim and feel bliss. It is a space you now seek out, when you feel you are really you.. When you swim in sensations, our sensations, you feel more deeply and more erotically than ever before. It is a heaven of communication.

Last night you went deeper still. You were primal. Swimming in lust and animal want. You could even become dangerous, wild animalistic when you are there. You wanted, me, Mahri, Mark, fuck, devour, be devoured. You were deeply in the space and you will want to go there again. At that level you sink into everything. You are at one with oneness.

Listen now my heart. Today I am going to take you deeper and you have to relax. You have to see yourself going deeper and deeper, starting from normal, to and through all the stages I have spoken about. You have to know them so that you can relax. Trust know that I predicted them and can see each occur.

Then I am going to enter into you. I am going to feel with you be you. You will feel nothing, I will feel for you. The vehicle I will use is spanking you and inducing pain. You will go through the levels that you know then you will reach out for me with your soul and I will enter you. And the pain will be my pain and you will relax and take me for a deep long voyage through your heart. And you will cease to feel the pain, I will ride in the pain.

And when we are done I will hold us and remain in you for a long time and I will stroke your hair and I will rock you and you will feel me breathing and living in you...

Did you follow all of that my sweet sweeet heart? Are you ready to go there?"

 

[FurryFury]

Gillian was the same person but she was also vastly changed. Parts of her that needed to be brought to the surface and embraced for so long, now were. She'd had no name for these parts. Often she didn't even have conscious knowledge of them but now she felt more herself, more complete. She couldn't keep a smile off of her face as they showered and brushed their teeth together.

Crawling into the cool soft sheets with Joseph was a new luxury. She breathed in Mahri's scent. Gillian snuggled up to his body. Her head on his chest was a nice comfortable fit. Her hand and his touched the other's physical core with no other agenda than to delight in each other's body or touch.

She when he pulled her close. Somehow they had drifted away from each other in the night. She smiled and giggled when their skin once again brushed, then shifted against each other.
He kissed the top of her head broadening her sense of rightness of belonging and of being loved. He twirled her hair, like he so often did.

When the cobwebs of her dream state cleared her mind, he began to talk to her. He finished his long puzzling statement leaving her confused. Joseph awaited her answer to his words.

"Did you follow all of that my sweet heart? Are you ready to go there?"

She didn't know what to say. Gillian trusted him now on such a deep level that she would do nearly anything he asked of her but did she follow all of that? No. Was she ready to go there, where ever there was? She wasn't sure. Gillian was only sure that she wanted to do that for him. So what could she say?

"Yes, I, I, think so." Her voice was clearly uncertain but willing. Again she snuggled into his warm flesh and smiled. Her smile trembled a little. She wanted to stay in this bed that was so cozy with Joseph forever. She could smell Mahri there and wished for her. The night before rushed back into her mind. What would it be like if Mark and Mahri came back? The possibilities were endless.

She didn't like the idea of pain. It wasn't anything she thought she sought out but she wanted to endure it for Joseph if he needed that from her. Right now though, she suddenly noticed a powerful urge to pee.