Chapter 5 - On Independence: Episode 5

                              On Independence
                                  by Volpone

                                    Episode 5


          After changing positions so he could cradle her after their
intense session, Vibhrama nestled back against him as much as possible,
enjoying the feeling of him against her. Most of the time after sex,
men were quick to grab their clothes or at least get up to light a
smoke, but Quinn seemed disinclined to go anywhere other than where
he was.
          She quietly played back what had happened already that
evening, and she suddenly realized something unnatural had taken
place.
          Still facing away from him, she asked, “Quinn?”
          “Yes, sweetheart?”
          “Pardon my asking, but... did you come?”
          She felt his quiet laugh shake the bed.
          “You have a short memory,” he observed, and his hand let go
of her breast and came up to gently brush her talented lips in
reminder.
          “No,” she corrected him. “I know you did earlier. I mean
this last time. I was a bit distracted at the time, thank you, but I
certainly don't seem as sticky as I'd have expected to be—especially
as I recall you being a bit of an over-achiever in that department.”
          He attempted to avoid the question by a simple side-step.
          “I am perfectly content,” he told her.
          But she knew an attempt to mislead when she heard one.
          She sat up and turned to look down at him accusingly.
          “You didn't.” She looked like it was an affront to her
femininity. “You did that to me, and you didn't even get there
yourself! You...”
          She looked comically angry and she seemed to be deciding
what she could do to him to express her sentiment.
          He grabbed her and wrestled her down so she had to choice but to lay
on top of him.
          “If it were a problem, I'd let you know,” he informed her
gently, and he tried to kiss her.
          But she actually turned her face aside.
          “I'm sorry,” he genuinely apologized, not realizing it would be such
a big deal. He had figured he still had plenty of opportunity before
the evening was spent.
          He'd been so concerned with her, he'd simply not allowed
himself to climax because he'd been distracted when she'd almost hurt
herself. It wasn't that he wouldn't have come. He'd been blocking
his own climax reflex for most of the evening using the neural
control he'd used on her but in reverse for himself. It was kind of
like mentally reciting baseball statistics for the Quickened.
          The problem was he couldn't tell her that without admitting
to having abilities far beyond what were considered “normal”, and he
liked being normal around folks as much as he could get away with.
It wasn't as if he'd end up with blue balls. His body wouldn't let
that happen any more since he'd been Quickened.
          Then again, he couldn't admit to that either.
          He was suddenly looking forward to getting back to Liberia
where his differences were accepted as a matter of course by those
around him. Then he'd be able to let Vibhrama and the rest know
about his uniqueness without making them afraid. Lena already knew
he was different simply because she was unique as well in her own
way, but looking at how the others treated her, it was not the best
recommendation for coming clean this soon.
          But his not having an orgasm was clearly bothering Vibhrama
more than he'd ever expected.
          He tried to pass it off as unimportant.
          He kissed her shoulder and said gently, “I'm sorry I
spoiled the moment. It was some of the most fun I've had in a long
time. I was just so pleased at how much you were enjoying yourself,
I just... ran out of time.”
          She turned to look at him and she was still rather upset,
but the reason wasn't what he'd thought.
          “The point is you shouldn't be able to run out of time.
Men don't just... run out of time. If they do, it's my fault because
I didn't do what was needed to make sure.”
          He pointed out, “But you seemed to be... uncomfortable
there at the end. I know that women react differently, and I can
only try to judge by what's going on.” He told her with mock
exasperation, “If you'd only learn some way to sound like you're not
in pain when you come, it would make my job a lot easier.”
          She looked at him and replied, “I'm not the kind of female
who lays there and yells, 'YES! YES! YES!' while I'm being humped.
I apologize if that's what your ego needs.”
          He knew that she was being intentionally hurtful, but he
also knew it was because she was mad at herself, not truly at him.
          Well, he could only see one way to solve this problem without
damaging their relationship.
          “Then it sounds to me as if you want to prove to me you're
able to finish the job.”
          She opened her mouth to make some stinging remark, but she
realized this was his attempt to let her assuage her own feelings of
failure.
          It was a fine solution with one notable exception. Her
vagina still felt overused and likely to cramp up on her, and if she
went back for more of the same, she'd likely be bed-ridden tomorrow
regardless of his coming or not.
          And then she had another thought.
          “Well, if I didn't manage to make you happy the traditional
way, I can only assume you need something a bit different. Are you
able to give me another try at cracking that control of yours?”
          She stated it as a challenge, which it was, but it was one that Quinn
wanted to lose.
          “I believe I might be persuaded to another round,” he
agreed, and he smiled at her with a look she couldn't take the wrong
way. He looked as if she'd just offered him the keys to the candy
store.
          No man who'd been disappointed would look at a woman like
that.
          Mollified, she taunted, “Okay, cowboy... let's see how fast
you get back in the saddle,” and this time she smiled.
          It was one of the most wonderful, wicked smiles he'd seen.
          And then it was gone because she had her lips involved in
something other than smiling.
          She could taste herself all over him, and she decided she
didn't taste bad at all. A tad sour, perhaps, but nothing
objectionable. She still loved going down on Quinn because he
clearly appreciated her talents in this department, but she'd already
proven she could get him to the finish this way. This was simply the
fastest way to get him ready because she intended to try something
she only did with men she trusted very well. Condoms were all well
and good, but if she were doing this, she wanted to feel skin-on-skin,
just the way she did while giving him head.
          And truly, she knew of only one other man she trusted this
much, and he was occupied aboard Serenity.
          It was then that she felt his kiss on her other lips, and
she realized she was about to get some more attention from him.
          “Easy there, cowboy,” she warned him. “That's still a bit
tender after the rough ride I took earlier.”
          She couldn't see his reaction, but she felt a chuckle before he
responded, “Well, if that's the case...”
          And she felt his lips leave her as he reached for
something.
          “...I'll just need to borrow a bit of moisture here.”
          Then she felt the cool sensation of something slick against
her anus. It started cool but warmed almost immediately, and then it
began to make her anus feel surprisingly nice.
          She thought, Damn, he figured where I was heading already.
Still, nice to know he's willing to go there. And particularly nice
to know he has something other than my spit to keep him from rubbing
me raw.
          Indeed Quinn was willing to go there. If he didn't, half
the women he recruited for Phoenix Group would be disappointed, and
why would he hesitate when it would eliminate a third of his sexual
arsenal?
          And lube had come a long way in the last thousand years.
          She gave a pleased “mm” around him and relaxed as she felt his finger
massage the ring of her puckered back entrance, and she tried to show
him how she liked what he was up to by moaning loudly as she went
deep on him several times. As his finger slipped inside her and
gently began to help her loosen up, she reciprocated by tossing her
head and taking him down to the base. She played “let's swallow
Quinn” again, holding him deep and swallowing around him so the
muscles lining her throat pulled at him. She might not be able to
take him full length the missionary way, but she could manage this
way, and intended to show him how far she could take him by the other
route as soon as she was ready.
          It didn't take long, and while loosening up a bit more
would make it easier to take him this way, she also knew that the
special discomfort of getting her ass fucked was part of what made it
so good. Companion training included this even though not many chose
to practice it except for very special clients, but while she'd
discovered that it wasn't something she enjoyed with most men, those
men she did enjoy it with... she enjoyed it a lot.
          She anticipated Quinn being one of those men.
          Letting him free of her lips, she turned to Quinn and said,
“Lemme see that lube.”
          He handed her a transparent purple tube of rather unique
feel. She couldn't even see how to open it.
          “The yellow end is the one that's open,” he informed her.
          Glancing at it, she couldn't see any opening but put the
fingers of her left hand under the end he spoke of and gave it a
squeeze.
          Sure enough, a slit seemed to form in the end marked in
yellow, and a pale purple gel was dispensed onto her fingers. It was
thin enough to spread easily but also thick enough to stay where it
was applied which she discovered the moment she applied it to Quinn's
pulsing erection.
          Not giving him opportunity to lose any of his lovely hard-on,
she shifted position and knelt across him before she settled down
and placed the head of his tool against her rear sphincter.
          Vibhrama lowered herself down and immediately gave a loud,
appreciative moan, and then a gasp of combined pleasure and pain as
the wide flaring head pushed far enough to pop inside the ring of her
anus.
          “How Shi Sung Chung,” she breathed, (meaning “A good show's
about to begin.”)
          “I certainly hope so,” he agreed.
          And she started sliding her incredible ass up and down on
his rod.
          She thought, Gorram, he feels even better than I expected.
          Quinn didn't waste any time. He picked up the tube she'd
dropped aside on the bed and squeezed a dollop the size of a large
bean onto the pad of his thumb, and as she was slithering up and down
on him, he put his right hand just above her mons and applied the gel
to her clitoris, rubbing back and forth gently.
          She bit her lower lip but her eyes seemed to welcome his
help.
          She'd begun with short easy strokes, but now she lifted
herself up off of him, only to pop him back inside... pop out... pop
in... pop out... pop in.
          Each time it sent a little pang through her, but rather
than simply hurting, it hurt in a way that was almost like the
beginning of an orgasm each time, and each time it was closer to
being true.
          But she wanted still more from him, so the next time she
popped him inside her welcoming asshole, rather than reversing
direction, she kept going until her ass was tight to his lap and he
was full length up her delicious derriere. She gave another gasp,
and she moved back, slower the closer she was to the crown and faster
as she was closer to the base.
          “Easy, bao bei,” he warned her. He'd been holding back his
climax for a couple of minutes already, and at this rate she'd be too
sore to do much of anything for the next day or two.
          She just gave a pleased smile and started fucking him
harder with her ass.
          So he decided it was time to cheat. He started to focus
his attention...
          And before he could even establish contact with her system,
she gasped and shook, clearly having a dandy orgasm without a bit of
help from him (other than his dick stretching her asshole).
          So he put a bit more pressure on her with his thumb as he stroked
across her clitoris, and her gasp turned into a rising cry, her body
shaking harder, and she came all over his lower torso.
          It was obvious she didn't need his help at all except to
just keep up what he was doing, namely letting her fuck herself silly
by sodomizing herself on his very happy erection.
          As things were already going so well, he didn't need to do
anything more than make sure she didn't hurt herself, so he used his
Talent to monitor her, surprised but quite happy to discover she was
hurting but only in the good way as her orgasms were starting to
crowd close on one another.
          He wanted badly to take control and try to fuck her
senseless until she passed out from the pleasure, but while that
might be enjoyable for both of them, it would do nothing for her
bruised self-image which had gotten them here in the first place.
          But it seemed she had the same idea, at least about fucking
her bed-mate senseless.
          She seemed to sense his being ready to let go because she
started moving faster, bouncing up and down on him, and with her
voice barely under control, she asked him, “You ready to... join
me... this time?”
          “Just wanted to be sure you're with me,” he told her
truthfully.
          That seemed to be all she was waiting for as she went Ping
Ming on him, almost doubling the speed of her hips as she drove him
up her greedy backside and started to shake.
          If this was to be the big finish of their evening, Quinn
wanted to feel every bit of her he could. He used her weight on his
lower half to help him sit upright, both his arms going around behind
her and up so he could spread his fingers wide and high on her back,
pulling her towards him. Tilting his head up just enough to press
her mouth to his hard as he pulled her body snug to him, her lovely
breasts mashed to his chest and her slippery cunt rubbing against his
skin. She threw her arms around his neck as he rocked his pelvis in
time with hers, helping thrust up into her, and as he pulled her to
him hard, she cried out into his demanding mouth and climaxed
explosively.
          He dropped the nerve block on his orgasm reflex and tied
his sexual response into her own by bridging their systems and making
them basically one big neural circuit of sexual release.
          Quinn felt her warm, wet ejaculate soak his lap, and he
joined her in shaking hard as his prostate contracted violently, much
harder than was normal because of her own orgasm helping define his
own. He felt what she did, and his cock jerked enough for her to
feel it within her as he pumped a huge load into her rectum. They
stayed entangled like that as they both came, their lips locked and
tongues sliding sensually against each other the whole time.
          When the last tremor had fled, she broke the kiss and dropped her
head forward to rest on the top of his shoulder, panting like someone
who had just run a four-minute mile. Her belly spasmed occasionally
as aftershocks skittered through her and she moaned high in her
throat with each breath.
          He chuckled appreciatively and told her softly, “I hope you
are happy with that response, because it's gonna be my last until
tomorrow. Has anyone told you what an amazing ass you have?”
          Her breath was still ragged, but she gave a quiet laugh and
replied, “I'm glad you enjoyed it.”
          “'Enjoyed'?” he asked, clearly indicating how woefully
inadequate the word was. “I came so hard I think I strained my junk.
I'm gonna hurt when I laugh for a week.”
          “Poor dear,” she teased, finally regaining control of her
voice. “Would you like me to fetch you a bag of ice to keep the
swelling down?”
          He smiled at her as he replied, “With you around, darling,
I think keeping the swelling down is going to be a lost cause.”





