It's Saturday morning, early, I think. I'm in a soft, warm bed. Caroline is lying beside me, her back to me. It's a beautiful white back, with a dramatic curve where the back melds into her wide hips. I move my hand up and down that silky side skin. As I do she rolls to face me, and give me a kiss. Her wrists are lightly bound with a black strip of cloth. Her hands touch my chest in a worshipful way.
"Sleep well?" she coos. I didn't know Caroline could coo? How can a six-foot strapping woman touch your chest worshipfully and coo? I kiss her again and roll on top of her. I push a knee between her knees, but they don't spread apart. I feel with my feet: her ankles are bound together, I can't consummate this relation without playing undercover adventurer.
Caroline giggles, and there is a knock on the door. Melene comes in with a tray of breakfast. She's all business. I sigh, roll off, and prepare for a meal.
I expect Melene to put the breakfast tray over my legs, but she puts it beside me instead and puts herself over my legs. She is sitting on my legs facing me, she's nice and close. Her eyes are dark brown, deep-set and set off by large eyebrows. The skin on her chest is light creamy color with just a hint of freckles in a V running from her neck, the skin of her neck is firm and unwrinkled. Melene loses none of her beauty at close range.
On the breakfast tray are some luscious looking fruits and some of my rope from last night. She pulls a grape from the breakfast plate. The grape starts for my mouth, then pauses.
"Sit up, my dear." Melene motions to Caroline, "Breakfast is for you, too." The grape starts for my mouth once again, slowly. In the meantime, Melene's other hand is now on my chest, and the fingers are moving over it in most delightful little circles.
"We need to talk, and not just verbally." The grape is rolling over my lips. "Your limbic system needs to be informed as well." The grape slides in, it's been sugared lightly on the outside, sweetness explodes in my mouth. She brushes my thighs lightly as I roll the grape in my mouth, bite it, and swallow it.
"Hold your hands up, dear." Melene has a piece of rope in her hands and it's now lying loosely over my thighs. The effect is as electric as Melene's fingers, but in a different way. Melene looks all business, even in pleasure.
"I came here to bind you." I say. My hands are running up and down her thighs.
"And you have. Now we will complete the process." I see no threat or treachery in her eyes. I hold by hands forward, and briskly I find my wrists are corded together. I'm somewhat restrained, but hardly helpless. As Melene is finishing the knots I play with her breasts. She pauses just a moment to enjoy it.
"Caroline..." Melene leans over and fully binds Caroline's wrists as well. I continue to play with Melene's breasts, tummy and thighs as she does. Even more than last night, I find Melene's skin tight and strong, stretched over a tight and strong, but very flexible frame. She has an outstanding body, big breasts would be out of place.
As she finishes, the door opens and other "O" girls come in. Half come to me, and half to Caroline. Hands are everywhere on my body; lips on my lips. My eyes are lightly closed as the tactile sensation overwhelms me. Melene moves between Caroline and me, and she is touching us both.
"The 'O's' are a coven." Melene says, "We have dedicated ourselves to pursuing power, and we have sought and found mystical power to aid our quest." There are seven hands moving about. Two of these fasten my wrists to the top of the bed. Two bind my ankles, two play over my chest and tummy, one plays hide and seek around my family jewels. One set of lips covers mine, I get many gentle kisses, and the scent accompanying them is that of delicate powder. I think it's Becky, but I feel no need to open my eyes and find out. I hear a light moan from Caroline, I suspect she is being treated similarly.
"Tom, we noticed you after you had taken out Val and Suzanne. Before last night you had shown many of the qualities we were seeking, but you were just one of many suitors; there was no rush to deal with you." The seven hands slide me down on the bed so that I'm stretched out. Becky moves to my feet and ties my ankles to the bed base, she rubs my feet and toes. I get fierce kisses now, and there is no powder in the smell. It must be Suzanne. She moves to kissing my nipples while she holds a hand over my mouth and the other slides between my legs. Melene is playing in my armpit and the last set of hands are working my scalp and neck. I'm overwhelmed. My brain can't keep up with all the pleasure signals.
"Caroline, you too had been noticed. You know you're ambitious, but you aren't aware that your psychic aura out-bulks your formidable physical body. You know you have a farmer's daughter upbringing; you know you want what 'O' girls want, and you've been working for a match. That's why you came to sleep over last night." I really can't keep up! I roll away, to recover, to get some breathing space, but I'm held fast by the ropes. Fighting the ropes increases the thrill! The ladies sense my thrill, and like reeds before the wind, they bend with it.
"What coincidence! You come; Tom comes; Tom sees the pattern; and as he completes it, he chooses you to join with. Mystic ways are the ways of coincidence. This as a sign that destiny has pointed our coven's way." The hands switch once again, now there's a nipple at my cheek. Without thinking my mouth moves to accept it. I know that nipple: it's Beth. Her hands are in my hair and on my face. I suckle and there is a sigh of contentment. My knees are quivering, and there are two hands sliding slowly up and down between my legs.
"Caroline, you are now the head witch of the coven, and Tom, you are the warlock. We will support you, and you will guide us." I'm in heaven. Melene is sliding down the bed towards our feet. Someone is blindfolding me as I suckle.
"We others will continue as before. We will attach to powerful men and synergize with them, but you two are now the core. We will follow your direction, we will use our connections and power to boost you, and we all rise." The ropes on my ankles come away, and my wrists are slid closer to Caroline. Caroline! Even as I think of her, I'm being rolled on top of her by the hands. Her soft breasts melt into my chest, my powerful leg slides over her still bound legs and once I'm settled on top I clamp my legs together holding her legs solidly between mine. Nothing could pry us apart now, my manhood is pressing deep between her legs, my lips are locking onto hers; my elbows contain her elbows. With no thought my body begins heaving and pressing into Caroline, and I hear gasps of pleasure in response. The hands never let up. Caroline isn't the only one gasping with pleasure. There is a chorus rising in the room.
"There is a catch. Coincidence has shown us the linkage: now we must sustain it. We are made for each other: Tom, you have been looking for the woman who will jet propel your career. Caroline, you've been looking for a person who can channel your formidable drives, and we have been looking for the 'power tools' that will give our coven entry into the highest circles of power. These links must not be broken. If either of you pull out, or we pull out, a link will be broken, and the chain of coincidence will fly apart. Our enemies will beset us and prosper, and we will all fly to the four winds, broken, cut off, isolated." It should have taken forever. I wish it would have gone on forever. But the rise and fall of orgasm waits for no man. I'm pumping on the downhill side of an experience I will never forget.
"We of the coven are committing much to you two, you two must commit much to us, and to each other. Is this clear?" The bonds and blindfolds melt off as fast as the climax. I cuddle Caroline, and she cuddles me.
"Quite clear." I say calmly. Now I know what Melene means about talking to my limbic system as well. Never have I felt more unity of purpose.
"Quite clear." says Caroline. She takes one of my hands and kisses it. "We must start with the romance of the decade, and never let up from there." She looks at the coven as she cuddles with me, "Are you ladies up for the challenge?" Melene and the coven smile broadly.
"But that's for later. Right now, I don't know about you, but I'm hungry. What happened to that breakfast in bed?"
"I've got it right here for you!" says Young-gai. She jumps on Caroline with a banana held like a dagger. Caroline grabs her hand; twists out the banana; and rolls Young-gai off the bed. There are little squeals as all the ladies start playing King of the Mountain on the bed.
What can I say? Young-gai was magical, and this evening sure turned out to be more than dinner and a movie. I'm on my way! I grab Young-gai's waist and play too.
-- The End --