“The philosophy is way over my head,” Jim observed, “but the sight of that goes straight to my dick! You prepared to search for some new theoretical insights about being fucked because it’s getting pretty urgent for me right now.”
My fault I suppose for displaying myself like that. Jim spread a rug from his saddlebag, on the ground and I lay down for him. It’s a strange sensation. Memories of Carl came back as Jim slid into me. There were also tumultous sensations of a different sort when I sensed Jim become tense, rigid and a moment later sprayed into me. At that moment I had the clearest sensation of receiving into my body an essence of his masculinity which went beyond something physical. It was more of in the nature of an energy. So perhaps it is true that the typical aftermath of male post orgasmic deflation—what the French call la petite mort may not be simply a lost energy, but vitality transferred.
Jim looked utterly drained and at the same time utterly grateful. When he had time to come down to earth he remarked, “Any more of that could become seriously addictive.”
“What’s Bella going to think?” I chided him.
“More to the point, what would Sally think? I can’t even begin to imagine. Let’s get started on lunch.”
Saturday morning again, relaxed and talking to Lucy after some strenuous erotic exercises with daughters Elise, Kysenya, Tansu and Elva who had now wandered off. At any moment Fawn may interrupt with an agenda of her own, but for the present at least I had Lucy’s undivided attention. “You were telling me the other day about some teenage experiences and how highly boys rate the experience of being fellated.”
“Yes, that’s true. It’s a highly charged time of a boy’s life. Everything’s new and hair-trigger. It’s also that is rather rare which makes it even more highly prized when it does happen.”
“Why is that? It doesn’t make sense.”
“It’s probably a lot to do with a male’s often fragile sense of masculinity; it’s something a girl is supposed to do, not a boy and remember this is an awkward time of life when boys are just starting to get to grips with what it is to be male, a man. But that’s not what I was going to tell you about. It’s the very strange sensation—to me at least—that when you receive a male’s sperm into your body either orally or otherwise you are actually receiving a psychic element as well, an energy, vitality. So when a male ejaculates and experiences that ‘little death’ I discovered that the energy is not so much lost as simple transferred to the recipient. Is that not remarkable.”
“Not really, a woman could tell you that.”
“Well it was a new discovery for me. I first discovered it in oral with the boys as a teenager. Just recently I discovered it again—with Jim, but this time not oral but intercourse.”
Lucy was impressed. “How did that come about?” I told her.
“You were saying, you met Sally at the supermarket.”
“Yes, it was raining and I think I had just missed the last bus so that was a lucky break for me because she offered to drive me home.”
“Wait a minute if that was last Monday, it was Jim who drove you home, not Sally.”
“True, but don’t keep interrupting or you’ll never hear the amazing events which I am about to reveal.”
Because it was raining, the car windows were shut tight. The aircon wasn’t working too well and the car became stuffy. Before long I sensed Sally was becoming restless. It took me a moment to realise that she was ovulating and quite unconsciously my body had been responding with some very strong signals which, in the confines of the small car, had nowhere else to go but to land directly on Sally. No wonder she was feeling the effects.
By the time we reached her home I knew Sally’s body wasn’t going to release her from a growing compulsion. The only question being how she would bring such a delicate issue to my attention. Women are rather good at that sort of thing, but in the event Sally surprised me by saying, “I noticed that Jim was fucking you the other day. I didn’t think that Studs could do that.” That threw me a bit. I said, “I think he misses normal human contact but because he loves you, wouldn’t turn to another woman. But he probably feels that with a Stud he’s not being unfaithful. Either that, or he may feel studs are not quite human and that’s probably true as well. Anyway, you say you noticed—?”
“Yes, I was in the area that day, just before midday actually. I was collecting plant specimens for my botanical collection. I’ve made a study of gymnosperms—that includes pines, cypresses etc. and we have an unusual pinus pinaster by the north boundary. I’m hoping to publish a paper in due course about some little-known aspects of the genus. While I was carefully stuffing samples into my bag I happened to see a movement through the trees and when I moved closer, imagine my surprise to discover Jim was doing something similar to you!”
What could I say. “Life is full of surprises and the longer you live the more surprises you have.”
Anyway to return to the moment when Sally was struggling with some very conflicting emotions she eventually came up with the rather thin ploy of wanting to see just what had attracted Jim’s earnest attentions. If she’d had time to think up something more subtle then no doubt she would have but by this time I was pouring on the pheromones with a heavy hand—yes they are under our conscious control a bit although it’s mostly unconscious—and Sally was pretty much under their sway as she led me into her bedroom for a prim and proper comparison of features. Well of course she had to get her pants off for this and so did I and by the time that was done Sally was openly marvelling at how similar we looked, and how understandable it had been for Jim to have fallen under its influence, except, and she scrutinised this rather more carefully than I thought strictly necessary when she came up with, “but there are no inner labia on you so you look more like a girl than an adult woman” which led on to a new request to see what the other part looked like.
That turned out to be an interesting exercise because I brought it out slowly then with considerable drama consciously urged it into an engorged state ready for mating. When you’ve done this thirty thousand or so times you get the hang of turning a largely involuntary action into a voluntary one. Sally was extremely impressed and blurted out without thinking, “Oh my god, it looks just the exact image of Rollo’”—and as you know Rollo is her dog. Then realising what she had said, apologised for being insensitive explaining that she was just momentarily overcome at how much they looked the same.
At that point I judged she was well on the way and there was now no turning back so I said, “You’d be surprised at how much they feel the same too and I think in order to get a better understanding of your husband’s feelings for you, now would be a good time to check that aspect out as well.” But of course these were just words and Sally wasn’t listening anyway, she was already moving towards the bed and I was already moving above her when it slipped in and in a moment of transcendental enlightenment Sally became at one with the universe. Perhaps not quite, but it was certainly a revelation to feel a dog’s one inside her but a man driving it. I actually gave her the number one top treatment reserved normally only for those who are connoisseurs of the noble art of In-and-Out. To her credit, Sally responded magnificently.
Lucy seemed vaguely distracted. “Are you listening to what I am saying because there are two surprises at the end of this.”