Don Meets Pamela, the administrator of the rings.

In 13 parts, By BradentonLarry - Listen to the Podcast at Explicit Novels.

Sitting down next to them, furthest from the throne, and next to Nicole, Don asked, "Have I missed anything?"

"Well,"

Nicole leaned over and pointed, "see that little woman there?" She

indicated a truly tiny woman, who had long light brown hair, in an

unruly mane, relatively long legs, and who seemed vaguely Mediterranean

to Don. She was riding up and down on the cock of an athletic guy not

too far from the foot of the stairs. "While you were gone, three

different guys have come and gone. She was giving blow job after blow

job and each one came on her face and tits."

"Nice," Don smiled.

"Right?"

Nicole grinned as her hand slipped into Don's lap and began to idly

caress his cock. Looking down he saw that her other hand was already

busy between Stephanie's legs.

"And

see that cute young thing over there," Nicole nodded, drawing Don's

attention to a girl with short hair who seemed to be Japanese or Korean,

and no older than the Nymphets. She was wrapped around a tall, black

guy who was standing, holding her ass in hands as he raised her and

lowered her on his cock. "A minute ago, there was another guy behind

her, Oh, here comes another one!"

Don

watched as a tall, fit Asian guy with quite a few tattoos came up

behind the young girl and seemed to begin fucking her ass. The girl

seemed quite happy to be sandwiched there, and Don couldn't help

remembering back to the Disco in the Manor when he had been behind

Shelonda in a similar situation. He noticed that his cock was very hard

in Nicole's hand. He decided it was time he returned the favor.

Don

turned to Nicole, who met him halfway with an open mouth. As they

kissed, Don's hand moved up the inside of her smooth thigh to her moist

labia. Nicole twisted around to give him easier access, and Don's

fingers slipped up inside her.

"Oh,

it's about time!" Stephanie laughed, as she turned to get in on the

fun. As Nicole leaned back against her, so that Don could get down

between her legs, Stephanie proceeded to kiss the side of Nicole's neck

and reach around to tease her dark nipples.

Soon,

Nicole was arching her back as Don's tongue focused on her clit and his

fingers moved in and out of her eager cunt, and Stephanie sat on her

face, grinding down on Nicole's now very talented tongue. Both Don and

Nicole were diligent and soon both women had intense orgasms, but Don

wanted to make Stephanie come too, so the women happily switched places.

Don dipped his tongue into Stephanie's slippery, moist folds, as Nicole

positioned herself over Stephanie's mouth.

Intent

as he was upon giving Stephanie her second orgasm, Don didn't notice

that a rather large man had come up to stand in front of Nicole, who

responded by sucking happily on the cock that was offered her. It was

only when Stephanie had stopped writhing under his ministrations, and

Don got up to move into fucking her, that Don saw the man in front of

Nicole. Right away he noticed the stereotypical royal robes and the

crown on the man's head.

Don

had no idea what the etiquette of this situation demanded, but his

majesty seemed happily occupied at the moment, and Don was the only one

of his group who hadn't come yet. So, with a shrug and a smile, Don

reached down and pushed himself into Stephanie's waiting cunt. She kept

licking Nicole's cunt and clit as Don shoved himself deep into her,

fucking her intently, needing to come. Don found himself admiring

Nicole's back and cute ass as much as Stephanie's thin, muscular body

and heaving tits. Then Stephanie's exquisitely talented cunt was pulling

him deep into a shuddering orgasm, his cock pumping cum deep into her.

Don clenched, shook, and trembled there, slowly catching his breath.

Then

Nicole was trembling between Stephanie's mouth and the regal stranger's

cock as her second orgasm had its way with her little body. The man Don

had assumed was the king held Nicole's head in place as she shook and

groaned.

"Oh,

yes! Very nice!" the big man smiled. He slowly stepped back, and then

said, "Normally, sex up here isn't allowed, but you three looked so

nice, and your mouth so inviting, my dear, that we made an exception.

We're allowed to do that, of course."

Don had gently withdrawn from Stephanie, as Nicole also carefully moved off her face.

"Your majesty, King of the Crimson Mountain?" Don asked as he helped Stephanie to her feet.

"Yes,

that would be me, or we," the man chuckled. He was about six and a half

feet tall and rather broad, not fat, but just built quite solidly. He

had red hair, naturally, and Don was a bit surprised to note that his

cock seemed a bit smaller than Don's.

The

king moved over to his throne and sat down, slouching back in it almost

immediately. "You should really go down and join the party now,

though," he said with a dismissive wave of his hand.

"But I believe we have come to see you, your grace," Don said quickly.

"And see us you have," the king nodded.

"Well, yes, but, "

"Your majesty," Stephanie said, after wiping some of Nicole's wetness off her face, "we have come seeking rings."

"Rings?"

"Yes, majesty," Stephanie nodded, "black rings that let people come and go at will."

"My pretty young lady," the king laughed, "you don't need rings for that. You may come and go as you will now."

"But

these are rings that enable one to leave Eros and come back," Stephanie

smiled, apparently not in the least troubled by the king's evasion.

"Why

would anyone want to leave Eros?" the king asked. "We don't even need

to leave our pleasure dome often, and never leave our beautiful hall."

"Well, your majesty," Don tried, "we have friends outside Eros and we would like to see them again."

"Silly

man," the king laughed. "You should seek to bring your friends here. We

are sure they would enjoy our pleasure dome. It is, after all, a dome

of pleasure."

"That

it is," Don nodded, not sure how to proceed. "But how can we bring them

back here if we can't leave Eros to get them and then come back?"

"Oh, we're afraid we have no idea," the king shrugged.

Stephanie

decided on a somewhat more direct approach. She stepped up to the

throne and leaned forward in front of the king, taking his mostly-erect

cock in her hand and beginning to slowly pull on it. Don was a bit

distracted by his view of Stephanie's long, firm legs and her tight as,

as well as her cunt, from which some of Don's cum was slowly leaking.

Stephanie smiled and said, "Your majesty, do you know anyone who might

know about such rings?"

"Well,"

he smiled, "we do know an awful lot of people. We meet many, many

people here." He was obviously enjoying what Stephanie was doing to him

and was definitely enjoying the view of her breasts.

"Have some of those people come here before us, looking for rings?" she smiled.

"It's possible," the king nodded, "a long time ago."

Stephanie

began to slowly crawl up on the throne, straddling his lap. She leaned

in close and asked, "Do you remember what you told them or what they

did?"

"Hum," the king frowned, his eyes never leaving Stephanie's tits. Slowly he raised his hands to them.

"Think

carefully, your majesty," she rubbed the head of his cock between her

labia, teasing her clit with the spongy tip. Don's cum was coating the

king's cockhead. She said, "It's very important."

"Well,

we do recall that we are supposed to ask something, " the king murmured

as his hands squeezed her tits, and he pinched her nipples.

"Uh,

that feels nice," Stephanie murmured, while continuing to tease herself

and the king with what she was doing with his cock. "What were you

supposed to ask?"

"We are supposed to ask if you know the secret," the king said quietly.

"The

secret, eh?" Stephanie smiled. She pushed the king's cock up inside her

at last, sinking down on him in one motion. Don and Nicole could

clearly see quite a bit of Don's cum being pushed out of Stephanie's

cunt to run slowly over the base of the king's cock and his balls.

Stephanie leaned forward and kissed the royal mouth, and then began to

grind herself against him. For several long minutes, as Don and Nicole

just stood there watching, hands idly touching themselves, Stephanie

just rode the king's cock, giving him a royal lap dance. The view of her

tight, muscular ass and the bottom of the king's fat cock disappearing

into her cunt was quite erotic. Finally, he was pushing up in his

throne, groaning, and pumping his cum into her, where it mingled with

what was left of Don's and began to run out over his balls. Stephanie

smiled, kissed him on the forehead and then leaned in to whisper

something in his ear.

The king smiled, laughed, and said, "Why didn't you say so? Come right this way!"

"What did she say?" Toshia wanted to know.

"I didn't hear," Don said a bit coyly.

"You didn't ask?"

"I did, but she wouldn't tell me. I eventually figured it out, but that's for later," he smiled smugly.

"Annoying," Toshia scowled, "but fine, go on."

With

sudden energy, the king lifted a rather startled Stephanie off his lap

and set her down. All his former apparent ennui was gone as he swept out

of his throne and started down the elevated walkway. They quickly

followed him back to the circular sofa in the middle of the vast

chamber.

"Sit here and don't get up," the king commanded.

They

hurried to obey, and then Stephanie started to ask, "Now what, ?" but

was cut off by the realization that the couch was rather swiftly rising

through the air.

"Oh hell!" Nicole gasped, reminding Don how much she hated riding the flying carpet.

"A

bit of warning would have been nice," Don laughed nervously. He looked

up again and saw that there seemed to be an opening in the apex of the

dome, directly above them. Don fervently hoped it was an opening, since

the flying couch didn't seem inclined to stop or even slow down before

getting that high.

The

others saw what was happening and seemed to be coming. By the time they

reached the ceiling they were all holding each other's hands tightly.

Chapter 5. The Seduction

Fortunately,

what appeared to be a dark opening in the ceiling of the pleasure dome

turned out to be an opening in the ceiling of the pleasure dome. Oddly

enough, though, once they passed through that opening, they found

themselves in a well-lit office, completely different from the

over-the-top and dramatic Hall of the Crimson Mountain King they had

just left. The circular couch was in the middle of an area flanked on

three sides by oddly conventional chairs of the metal and plastic

variety, the kind intended to be sat in for hours but designed to be

uncomfortable after five minutes. There were potted plants in the two

corners, and Don was pretty sure they were artificial. A beige carpeting

covered the floor. It had vacuum track marks on it and there wasn't a

speck of dust to be seen. The fourth side of the room was dominated by a

large welcome desk, identified as such by a friendly sign that said

"Welcome," behind which sat a middle-aged woman wearing glasses and her

brown hair piled high on her head. She glanced up at them as they came

to a halt, peering over the rim of her glasses, and then promptly looked

back at the computer screen off to her right. For some reason, it was

the slightly yellowed screens between them and the fluorescent lights in

the ceiling that seemed most incongruous to Don.

Don,

Nicole, and Stephanie shared puzzled looks for a moment before Don got

up and moved toward the welcome desk. A name plate identified the woman

at the computer as Gladys, who he now saw was fully clothed, in a

fashion that seemed to him to be most appropriate in the 1970s. Don

found himself suddenly acutely aware that he was stark naked, and was a

bit happy that he wasn't sporting a raging erection at the moment.

Toshia

couldn't stop laughing and let herself fall over in the booth. Don

waited patiently, but with a smile on his face, until she pulled herself

back up and laughingly said, "Please, go on."

"Hello, um, Gladys," Don started. "We're here about, uh, getting some rings."

"Case number?" Gladys asked without looking up.

"I don't think we have one," Don frowned and looked over to Stephanie who just shook her head. "No, we don't have one."

Gladys rolled her eyes a bit and fixed Don with an exasperated, over-the-rims look before finally saying, "Names?"

They

told her and she typed them into the computer. Without looking back up,

Gladys told them to "Have a seat. Someone will be with you shortly."

They

turned to return to the sofa, but it was already gone, presumably back

to its place in the pleasure dome, so they reluctantly sat down on the

plastic chairs, doubly uncomfortable in their nudity.

"This is not at all what I was expecting," Stephanie admitted.

"What were you expecting exactly?" Nicole wanted to know.

"Uh, definitely not this."

"Yeah, I was thinking something a bit more majestic or mystical or something," added Don.

They

sat there in awkward silence for what must have been half an hour. This

was easily the longest bit of completely idle time they had spent

without anyone starting any sexual mischief. There was something about

the setting, and Gladys's presence, that proved to be a wet blanket, or a

cold shower. If Don had realized this was his last opportunity to have a

threesome with these two women, he might have instigated something, but

as it was, they waited quietly without much in the way of even

conversation.

"Wait, what?" Toshia cut in.

"Yeah, this was the last time the three of us would be in the same room."

"You never saw them again?"

"Oh, yeah, we ran into each other now and then, but never all at the same time."

"Still, "

"Yeah,

but at the time we were each just dealing with what was going on at the

time. It was only later that we realized we should have said goodbye

and had one last fling."

There

was a buzz at the welcome desk, Gladys picked up an old-fashioned

phone, listened for a moment, said "Yes, ma'am, right away," hung up the

phone, and called out "Stephanie Ayers," as if there were more than

just the three people waiting or as if Stephanie might have stepped out

somewhere.

Stephanie

shot to her feet immediately and crossed to the desk. Gladys looked up,

actually smiled, and said, "They will see you now." She gestured to her

left, indicating a door that Don was quite sure had not been there

before. There was a black plaque on the door with white lettering that

said "Interviews."

A bit nervously, Stephanie smiled and waved to Don and Nicole and went through the door.

If

anything, the mood in the waiting room was now even more awkward.

Fortunately for him, Don was called in only about ten minutes later. He

gave Nicole's hand a squeeze as he smiled and said, "See you on the

other side, sexy."

"Good luck, I guess, Professor!" she smiled up at him.

Don

stepped through the door to find himself in a rather unimpressive and

entirely mundane meeting room. A long wooden table took up most of the

room and gathered around the far end of the table were five black-robed,

hooded figures. Don assumed they were watchers and realized he hadn't

seen any of those mysterious folks in quite some time.

To

his surprise, the one at the very end of the table gestured toward the

chair at the end of the table nearest to Don and said in a clearly

feminine voice, "Please have a seat."

Don

was happy the seat he was offered was more comfortable than those in

the waiting room, and he noted that Stephanie seemed to have warmed it

up a bit for him. As he sat down, the woman at the other end asked, "Do

you mind if we do without the hoods, Don?"

"No, of course not," Don answered, a bit surprised that he had been asked.

As

they each reached up and drew their hoods back, the one at the end

explained, "The higher-ups insist on the hoods. They say it lends a

certain gravitas to the situation, but we find it just makes things

unnecessarily formal and uncomfortable."

It

turned out that the woman under the hood was an attractive black woman

with her hair buzzed down very close to her scalp. She smiled warmly at

Don and said, "Welcome, Don. I'm Pamela, and I'll be conducting this

interview. My associates are here primarily as witnesses."

On

Pamela's right were an older gentleman with ebony black skin and short

white hair and a white woman with short, straight dark brown hair. On

her left were a young east Asian man with surprisingly light blond hair

and another white woman with long, curly blonde hair. None of these

"witnesses" said anything while Don was in the room.

"Pleased to meet you, Pamela," Don smiled. He took a sip from the glass of water that had been set there for him.

"You

have an interesting file, Don," Pamela said, gesturing to a black

binder on the table in front of her. "I was surprised that you didn't go

home with Toshia."

"I would like to be able to return here after I go," Don said.

"Of

course," Pamela smiled. There was something completely uninviting about

that smile, which Don found odd after all his time in Eros. "Otherwise,

why would you be here?"

"Right," Don nodded.

There

was an awkward moment when Don wasn't sure if he was supposed to say

something else, but Pamela finally said, "You understand that you will

have to complete a number of trials, yes?"

"Yes," Don nodded again.

"You seem a bit nervous, Don."

"Perhaps," he smiled. "This is an odd situation, and I appreciate that I'm asking for something significant."

Pamela

smiled again, "It will perhaps reassure you to know that we have a

policy of allowing anyone who comes before us to try to earn a ring."

"Well, yes, that does help."

"Whether you accept the challenge and complete the trials is, of course, entirely up to you."

"Naturally."

"These

trials will be difficult and may include a significant investment of

time and energy, and may even pose a risk to yourself."

"I understand."

"Having

reviewed your file and considered your case, we have decided that you

will be given the standard seven trials. These will be selected

specifically for you and may be substantially different from the trials

given to others. Failure to complete the trials will permanently

disqualify you from attempting a second set of trials but will incur no

other penalty. Do you understand?"

"Yes, I think so."

"Do you have any questions?"

"Well, yes," Don frowned. "Is there a limited time in which I need to complete the trials?"

"There

may be a time limit imposed on a particular trial, but in general no.

You may take as long as you like to complete the full set, though some

of them may not be the sort of thing at which you can make multiple

attempts."

"Cool," Don murmured. "Will you be giving me all of them at once, or, ?"

"You will be given one trial at a time. When you complete the trial, you will return here for evaluation and your next trial."

"Evaluation?"

"There may be some question as to whether you have met the challenge satisfactorily."

"Hum, is there any way to appeal a decision that I think is unfair?"

Pamela smiled, "What if I say there isn't?"

Don frowned, imagining that there might be any number of ways in which things could go astray.

"Let's cross that bridge if we come to it, shall we, Don?"

"Okay," Don smiled. "I probably don't have any other options anyway."

"Probably not," Pamela nodded. "Any other questions?"

"Well, will I be able to ask for clarification when I'm given a task to complete?"

"Of course, within reason."

"Okay," Don nodded. "I'm good."

"So, Don, do you accept the trials?"

"I do," he said very seriously.

"Then your first task is to seduce Captain Sage."

Don gaped down the table at Pamela. He wasn't expecting anything quite so personally targeted.

"Do you have any questions?"

"Uh, no, I guess not, "

Then

Don found himself sitting on a towel on a sunny beach. Blinking around

in shock at the abrupt transition, he slowly realized he was back on the

beach outside Rendezvous.

Toshia laughed again, "They got your number, eh, Professor?"

Don rolled his eyes, "So it seemed."

"We should get out of here," she said, fishing through her purse.

"Please,

let me," Don grinned, easily getting his card out. "I've been dying to

see you again, and this food has been wonderful."

"Okay but let me leave the tip. We've been taking up this booth forever."

"Is

there somewhere we can take a walk?" Don asked. "If we're not going to

be getting naked and sweaty, I'd like to stretch my legs while we talk."

"Sure, I know just the place, and maybe we'll get back to that other stuff later."

While

there were several groups of people enjoying themselves on the beach,

Don was disappointed to discover that there was no sign of Sage or the

Maidenhead, and not even any gorgeous Price Is Right models about. He

even checked in at the tavern where they had met the crew and captain on

their first visit, but without luck. Don reasoned that, at least for

now, he should assume that the watchers' council (thinking of them by

this term made him laugh) had sent him to this location because it was

the best place for him to run into Sage. At the very least, he could

hang out here, more or less, for a few days. If Sage didn't show up in

that time, he could decide on another course of action.

He

spent the rest of the day there on the beach. Fortunately, it wasn't

too long before a young woman asked him what he was doing there all by

himself. Don looked up a pair of gorgeous long legs to see a lovely thin

woman with full breasts, orangish red wavy hair hanging down to her

shoulders, and blue eyes smiling down at him.

"I'm waiting for a friend," Don smiled back up at her.

"I

could be your friend, if you like," she suggested with an undeniably

Scottish accent. She held out her hand, which, considering the fact that

they were both stark naked, struck Don as funny, and said, "Viola."

He took her hand and drew her down to join him on the beach blanket, "Well, Viola, I'm Don, and I would like that very much."

Don

spent the rest of the day there on the beach with Viola, in an

unusually monogamous affair. They got to know each other there on the

blanket, went for a refreshing swim, which naturally included more play,

and then returned to the beach for more fun. From time to time, Don

cast a glance out at the water and the tavern, but there was no sign of

the Maidenhead. As evening drew on, he and Viola went in to Rendezvous

itself in search of some fruit and a change of scenery.

Not

too far into the city they found a club called "Ambrosia's," which

turned out to be a smoky little jazz club that provided not only fruit

but an assortment of juices to enjoy. There was an actual jazz combo on

the little stage, and there were cozy dimly lit booths, a bar,

stand-alone tables with little candles, and a dance floor where a few

couples were slowly swaying to the music. The smokiness was the oddest

part, for there seemed to be no one smoking, and nothing cooking. Second

to that was the fact that the three musicians (bass, piano, and drums)

were completely clothed. The patrons were all mostly naked, though one

woman had stiletto heels and very sexy fishnet stockings. A pair of

waitresses with very short skirts and breasts pushed up nicely by tops

that were much too small for their job moved about serving drinks and

fruit to their guests.

After

securing some fruit to satisfy their hunger, and sipping at their

juices, Don suggested they dance. Viola was delighted by this idea, and,

in a few seconds, he was on the dance floor with this beautiful, warm,

naked, and very sexy woman in his arms, her body moving slowly against

his own. Of course, his cock was rock hard between them, but since they

had spent the afternoon having almost continual sex neither of them was

in a hurry to get back to it. Again, Don found himself a bit amazed by

how wonderful life was in Eros.

He

was a bit surprised when he felt a light tap on his shoulder. He turned

to see a man of decidedly Mediterranean appearance, with short, black

hair, brown eyes, and an athletic physique. The stranger smiled and

asked in a decidedly Italian accent, "May I cut in?"

Don

looked down to Viola who smiled and shrugged. So, Don nodded to the new

guy and stepped aside. As he slipped around to go back to the table

with their drinks, Don noticed that Viola's new dance partner was

blessed with a rather prodigious cock.

Leaning

on the table and sipping his juice, Don watched Viola dance, and that

dance was gradually getting more overtly sexual. The gentleman's hands

were moving over her slender, pale body, lingering understandably on her

ass. Viola was returning the favor, and soon the two of them kissed for

a rather long time. Don expected they would soon be moving at least to

one of the booths, and wondered what he should do in that event, but

then a new guy appeared and tapped Viola's current dance partner on the

shoulder.

This

new fellow was black, with a light skin tone, close cut hair and beard,

and a fit body. Don smiled a bit to himself as Viola began dancing with

this guy, and the ritual of increasing heat started to repeat itself.

The gentleman with the big cock looked around a bit, and eventually

decided to join Don at his table. He smiled and said, "Hello, I'm

Geraldo."

"Don," he smiled and extended his hand.

"Viola is a lovely woman," Geraldo said, as he gestured for one of the waitresses.

"That she is!" Don nodded. "Do you come here often?"

"Most nights. It's my favorite club in the city."

After

he got a few recommendations for other places to try, Don saw that

Viola and her partner were again at a fevered pitch, and he decided to

be mischievous. He excused himself from Geraldo, saying, "Don't go

anywhere, actually, in a bit, follow my lead."

Then Don moved across the dance floor and politely cut in, taking Viola into his arms again.

"Oh, hello there, Don," Viola smiled up at him. "Welcome back!"

"Did you miss me?" he smirked.

"Of course!" she laughed. "I must say, though, that I have been kept very well entertained in your absence."

"That's good to know." He bent down and kissed her deeply.

As

they swayed together, he made sure to continuously caress her body. For

her part, Viola squeezed his ass in her hands and then reached between

them to grasp his cock tightly in her hand. This might have led to

mischief right there on the dancefloor, if Geraldo hadn't interrupted by

cutting in again.

"Oh my!" Viola laughed as Don smiled and gave up his place.

He

returned to their table to meet Viola's other dance partner, Daniel,

who seemed to enjoy the game of getting Viola all riled up as much as

Don and Geraldo. After a few rounds of the men taking turns dancing with

fair Viola, Don asked Geraldo if there was a place nearby where they

could take her that might be a bit more accommodating than the booths.

Naturally, it turned out that there were rooms available upstairs. He

told Geraldo what he had in mind, and then moved to take his turn with

Viola. Don found himself remembering the situation he had orchestrated

for Toshia back on their second day in the Manor.

"Are you having fun?" he asked after kissing Viola.

"Oh yes, very much!" she said in her adorable Scottish accent.

"Do you trust me?"

"I suppose so," she nodded. "What do you have in mind?"

"It's

a bit of a surprise," he smiled as he nodded over to Geraldo and

Daniel. "But you must be sure to tell me if you want to stop."

"Oh, okay," she nodded again. "Shall I say something specific?"

"How about 'professor,'?"

She frowned a bit and said, "Okay, then, if I want you to stop, I'll say 'professor.'"

The Seduction of Captain Evelyn Sage

Task One: The Seduction of Sage.

"Excellent,"

Don smiled and then nodded to Geraldo who had come up behind her and

who now took one of the cloth napkins that were on every table in the

club and tied it about her head as a blindfold.

"Oh!" she said, grasping at Don a bit tighter.

Viola

was cheerfully compliant as the three men guided her across the dance

floor and to a staircase in the back corner of the club, where Geraldo

promptly lifted her in his arms and began carrying her to the second

floor. She responded to this by giggling and throwing her arms around

his neck. Don led the way down a narrow corridor, past a couple of open

doors, and then pushed open one that had been ajar. The room was lit

with a red glow and was dominated by a king-sized bed with black satin

sheets. There wasn't much room for anything else in the room but the

bed. The room was just the kind of place he had been expecting from the

club downstairs.

Don

made way for the others, making a point to leave the door wide open,

just in case anyone wanted to watch from the corridor, or perhaps join

in.

Geraldo

gently laid Viola on the bed, and she promptly reached out to caress

the soft sheets. Having been lucky enough to enjoy Viola for hours

earlier, Don was content to let the other two guys lead the way, and

they did not hesitate. Geraldo was already on her right side, so he bent

down to run his hands over her body on that side, while Daniel did much

the same on the other side. Daniel was the first to lower his mouth to

her soft pale breast, covering her hard pink nipple with his mouth, but

Geraldo was first to move his hand up the inside of her thigh so that he

could stroke her dewy lips with his fingers.

Don

inched around Daniel and got up on the bed over Viola's head. He ran

his fingers lightly over her pretty face and then bent down to kiss her

upside down. She moaned a bit in Don's mouth when Geraldo's playful

fingers found her clit. It only took a moment of manual stimulation

before Viola was arching her back high on the bed, her fists clutching

the sheets, as a long, intense orgasm tore through her slender body.

Geraldo's fingers pushed into her and his thumb kept stroking her clit,

and Viola was writhing on the bed as wave after wave of climax swept

over her.

As

she slowly came down, Viola's hands reached out for the men around her.

Still blindfolded, she groped about for anything, finding Daniel's cock

with her left hand, and Don's head with her right. She would have

connected with Geraldo, but he had moved around to the foot of the bed

where he ran his hands up the insides of her legs, spreading them wider.

He crawled up on the bed, big cock in hand, until he could push the fat

head of it down between her labia.

"Oh yes!" Viola exclaimed in her accent, "Fuck me, please!"

Geraldo

smiled, but teased her a bit, rubbing himself up and down and over her

clit a few times. While he was doing this, Viola was pulling Daniel's

cock toward her, with Daniel following along obediently. Don pulled away

and moved around to where Geraldo had been a moment earlier, and bent

down to suck Viola's right nipple into his mouth. He pulled hard on it

when Geraldo pushed his thick cock slowly into Viola's very wet and

ready cunt.

"God,

yes!" she groaned. Her legs hooked around Geraldo's thighs and pulled

him in closer, and he proceeded to begin slowly and steadily fucking in

and out of her.

Daniel

leaned over a bit to let Viola's mouth take his very hard cock in. She

twisted a bit on the bed to get a better angle on it, and Don released

her tit to make this easier for her. Don looked around and grabbed a

pillow to ease under Viola's head, and then sat back for a moment, just

enjoying the show. Her pale body was a work of fluid, dynamic art lying

there working against Geraldo's olive skin as they fucked and twisting

to the side so she could eagerly suck on Daniel's cock. Don thought that

if he were a sculptor, he could present sexuality itself if he could

adequately capture the line of her spine in that moment.

As

that moment came and went, though, Don thought he should get back into

the action. He leaned down and brushed the hair away from the side of

her neck and began kissing it lightly as his hand slipped around to cup

her warm right tit in his hand, rubbing his palm against her hard

nipple. Viola's right hand moved down between them until it found Don's

erection and began pulling and squeezing it. Don groaned his approval as

his fingers pinched and twisted that sensitive nipple.

Geraldo

was now fucking Viola with much more vigor, driving into her

forcefully, making her whimper around Daniel's cock and her tits jiggle.

Don's hand released her nipple and moved down over her firm belly to

find her clit, just above Geraldo's thick shaft. Soon, Geraldo was

moving in and out of her in short rapid strokes as Don played with her

clit. Viola began moaning and shaking between them as a slow, intense

orgasm built up to a white-hot explosion. She let Daniel's cock slip

from her mouth as she cried out incoherently. This was apparently

Geraldo's cue, because it was then that he shoved hard up into her and

groaned loudly, announcing his own orgasm.

Before she'd even stopped shaking from her own orgasm, Viola had gone back to sucking hungrily at Daniel.

Smiling

a bit to himself, Don drew away from Viola's neck, got up to his knees

and tapped Geraldo's shoulder. Smiling in return, Geraldo got the idea

and slowly withdrew his slippery cock from Viola's messy cunt. Don and

Geraldo switched places on the bed, but Don had an idea of how to make

things work a bit better. With Geraldo's silent help, and Viola's eager

cooperation, they coaxed her over and up on her hands and knees. Soon,

she was back to sucking Daniel and Don was pushing his own cock into her

cummy cunt.

Don

took his time, enjoying the feeling of Viola's cunt squeezing and

pulling on him and the view of her sexy ass and back. He caressed her

ass, for a moment, then pulled himself out of her again, replacing his

cock with his fingers. Don worked his digits in and out of her several

time, covering them with a slippery mix of her wetness and Geraldo's

cum. Then, as he pushed his cock back into her, Don smeared her tight

little asshole with the natural lubricant, which was so effective here

in Eros. Viola murmured encouragement and pushed back toward him as Don

pushed his thumb up into her ass.

While

this was going on, Geraldo had moved around to kneel in front of Viola,

next to Daniel, and she was stroking his fat, slippery cock as she

deepthroated Daniel. With each thrust into her cunt Don shoved Viola

forward onto Daniel's lucky cock. Then Daniel threw his head back and

groaned, his hands on either side of Viola's head holding her there as

he pumped his hot cum down her throat.

While

Viola swallowed and caught her breath, Don took the opportunity to

withdraw his cock once again, but this time he adjusted himself so that

the purple head was pressed against her sweet rosebud.

"Oh

yes, please!" the blindfolded girl said over her shoulder. She groaned

happily as Don slowly pushed himself into her. Don closed his eyes,

momentarily overwhelmed by the hot, tight sensation. He held on to

Viola's hips as he slowly sank into her, feeling her body gradually

giving way to the insistence of his phallus. When he had filled her, Don

slowly drew almost all the way back out, before pushing back in. All

the while, Viola hung her head, moaning in something more primal than

pleasure.

Geraldo

apparently decided that the blindfold had served its purpose, so he

gently untied it and let Viola look up to see the two of them in front

of her as well as their still mostly hard organs. Soon, she was going

back and forth between them, licking and sucking, as Don steadily fucked

her ass. He hadn't come yet but was in no particular hurry to climax.

When he could tell that she had the other guys fully hard again, Don

thought it was time for another change. He leaned over Viola's lovely

back and whispered his plan in her ear.

With

Geraldo and Daniel's help, Don and Viola rolled over so that he was

lying on the bed and she was face up, his cock still happily filling her

ass. As she leaned back on him, Don reached around to cup her breasts

in his hands. Then he felt the pressure as Daniel pushed slowly up into

Viola's cunt. She responded to this with a long string of enthusiastic,

but wordless, murmurs rising in pitch and volume, until her cunt was

about as full as her ass. Then Daniel began to fuck in and out of her

and she shrieked as yet another orgasm hit her hard. Don just held on to

her as her body shook and clenched on him.

When

she was again able to actively participate, Viola turned her head to

the left so Geraldo was able to push his thick cock into her mouth. It

was too big for her to get all of it in, but she did her best, as Daniel

plowed away and Don held on to her body, keeping his cock shoved up

deep into her backside.

Don

felt Daniel's cock swelling against his, and heard his partner in

fucking groan, "Yes, I'm going to come again!" In just another minute or

so, Don felt Daniel's cum running down over the base of his cock and

his balls as the other man drew out of Viola's cunt to trade places with

Geraldo.

"Oh

God! Oh God! Oh God!" Viola whimpered as Geraldo pushed his big cock

back into her cunt. With Don in her ass and Geraldo's monster fucking

her cunt she could do little more than hang on as the two men had their

way with her body. Geraldo was kissing her passionately, and Don was

squeezing her tits, his hands between her chest and Geraldo's, and

Geraldo was fucking her with almost violent abandon. Her legs were up

around his waist, crossed at the ankles, pulling him into her. Don just

concentrated on keeping himself up inside her.

Then

an animalistic growl rose up from deep inside Geraldo's chest and Don

felt that big cock spasming inside Viola's tight cunt, and again another

man's cum was running out over his balls. Viola was now in a state of

constant shuddering and moaning, interrupted only by a mew of quiet

complaint when Geraldo drew out of her. With a shivering sigh, Viola let

herself collapse back on Don, who kissed her shoulder and neck as he

slowly rolled with her so that they were lying together, spooning, on

the bed. His cock was still deep in her ass, and he hadn't come yet, but

he could tell she needed a break.

Each

of the other guys bent down to kiss Viola lightly and then slipped out

of the room. Don just held her there. It was several minutes before she

stirred against him, and looked over her shoulder and said, "That was

amazing, Don. Thank you."

"You're very welcome," he smiled.

She squeezed herself tighter on him a bit and said, "I want you to cum in my ass, Don."

"Uh,

I think I can oblige you, Viola." In very short order, Viola was face

down on the bed with a pillow under her belly and her ass up as Don

fucked her ass deep and hard until he closed his eyes and the whole

world fell away as he pumped what felt like a geyser of hot cum into

sweet Viola's bowels. His body clenched and shook from head to toe as

his cock spasmed inside her tight, hot grip.

"Yes, yes, just like that," she sighed.

Within five minutes they had fallen asleep in each other's arms.

"That's

how the next week or so went," Don explained. "I'd spend the day at the

beach, keeping an eye out for the Maidenhead and then go back into town

for the night. Most days I'd find plenty to keep myself entertained and

there was always something interesting at night."

"What happened to Viola?"

"Oh, during the night another orgy broke out down the hall that woke us up, and we got separated in the confusion," Don laughed.

"Too bad," Toshia mused. "She sounds like fun."

"She definitely was! But that wasn't such a rare quality in Rendezvous."

"I suppose that's true."

They were walking arm-in-arm along the sidewalk in a park.

"So, you had to wait a week?"

"Give

or take," shrugged Don. "I came to realize there were a lot more boats

and ships on that sea than I'd realized. I saw quite a few sailboats,

some yachts, and even one huge cruise liner that put in at Rendezvous

for one night. Things were busy that night!"

"I'll bet!" she laughed. "Did you get to go on that ship?"

"No, I was worried about getting too distracted during the day, and then I was too distracted during the night."

"'Figures!"

"Yeah, but I imagine it must be a bit like a normal cruise ship with a bit of the Manor mixed in."

"But with that XYZ sea air, " she smiled. "It must be intense."

"Like being on the Maidenhead, eh?" he smirked over at her.

Toshia met his smirk with an open grin and said, "Exactly!"

Don

remembered seeing her enjoying herself on that last voyage and was

momentarily caught up thinking about how hot that had been to watch.

After a moment, though, he collected himself and said, "Anyway,

eventually, the Maidenhead sailed into view and dropped anchor just

where she had before. I cleaned up in the water, and as soon as the

first load of sailors had been dropped off by the tavern, I caught a

ride out to the ship. I told Sage I had a proposition for her but that

she'd probably want to wait until most of the crew had gone ashore. She

was curious but patient, and must have trusted me, because she let

everyone go ashore, leaving just the two of us."

"So,"

Sage said, fixing Don with a quizzical gaze, "where's Shelonda?" They

were sitting together at the table in the captain's cabin, the windows

and door open for the cool evening air. Candles were burning and they

had a pitcher of water and a bowl of apples between them.

"Oh, well, she seems to have gone back home," Don frowned a bit, in spite of himself, "you know, back to the 'real' world."

"Ah, too bad," she smiled, "that lass was a good time."

"She was," Don nodded. "And, by the way, I didn't see Jasmine, ?"

"Aye, I traded her in the bazaar for some new sheets."

Don

was surprised by a couple parts of this claim. Apparently, his shock

and confusion were written all over his face, because Sage laughed a bit

and said, "She wanted to be traded, Don. Tis a bit o' roleplay, though

here tis hard to tell the difference at times."

"And there's a bazaar?"

"Aye, on the other side o' the sea there be a vast desert an' on the coast a city o' palaces where there be a bazaar."

"Interesting," Don said. "I'd like to see that someday."

"We'll be sailing back there afore long," Sage said. "But ye said ye had something to discuss, "

"Aye," he nodded, unconsciously adopting her manner for a moment. "Do you remember when I told you about those rings?"

"The rings that let you decide which world to be in?"

"Yes, exactly. Well, I found out how to get one."

"Oh?"

Don

found himself suddenly doubting the plan he'd decided upon. For the

first time in a long time he felt quite a bit less than confident. Sage

was no amnesiac Sister to be bested in battle. She was someone who had

given her decisions a great deal of thought. Don's plan actually counted

on that, but there was a rather large chance that she wouldn't

cooperate. With an inward shrug he decided there was really only one way

to go: tell the truth.

So, Don said, "Some friends and I found our way to the Pleasure Dome of the Hall of the Crimson Mountain King."

Sage laughed loudly, which made Don laugh in turn, which also helped him relax.

"That's quite a mouthful," she grinned.

"That's what she said," Don couldn't resist. This made Sage guffaw loudly.

"Anyway," Don eventually resumed. "To get a ring I have to complete a number of trials."

"You and your friends, or just you?"

"Oh, well, they each have their own trials."

"I see," she nodded. "Go on."

"Well, my first trial is, well, you."

"What?"

"My first trial is to 'seduce' you."

Sage

sat back in her seat and looked at him with a thoughtful frown. After a

moment, she said, "I don't think I like the word 'trial' in there."

"Well, yeah, I get that," Don frowned. "Would 'task' be better?"

"Hum,"

she scowled, then leaned forward again. "So, tell me who gave you this,

let's call it a 'mission', no, that's too close to 'missionary.' Let's

say 'assignment.' Who gave you this assignment?"

Don backed up and told the story of the King, the flying sofa, the waiting room, and the council of watchers.

She

thought about all of this for a few minutes, then said, "So, of all the

things they could have you do, they decided to send you to sleep with

me?"

"Yeah, apparently."

"And of all the women in Eros, Don, they send ye to me?"

"Uh huh."

"That

be interesting, Don," she said thoughtfully as she stood up. She began

to shrug off the light, velvet jacket she'd been wearing. "Tis most

interesting, t'me. Why d'ye suppose that is?"

Don

watched her as she tossed the jacket over the back of her chair and

then started unlacing the tight-fitting bodice-vest she wore. "Ah, why

it's interesting?"

"No," she fixed him with her eyes as she slipped out of the vest, letting it fall to the floor. "Why me?"

Don

was having a hard time not looking down to her small, perfect tits but

he wanted to make sure he looked her in the eyes as he said, "They seem

to know a lot about me. I think they know that you're special for me."

"Special, am I?" she smiled. She was untying the cord that kept her skirt cinched about her waist.

"Very," Don nodded as her skirt fell to the floor. "There's something about you, when I first met you."

She

sat back down in her chair and began to untie her boots. "So, ye be

fond o' me, eh? An' ye think those watchers know this an' sent ye here,

?"

"Yeah, something like that."

She kicked off her first boot. "Sounds like a fortuitous bit of wish fulfillment, doesn't it?"

"Uh,

yeah, I guess it does," Don admitted. He was a bit more thrown off by

her abrupt abandonment of the piratic style than he was by her casual

disrobement. Her second boot hit the floor and said, "Frankly, there's a

lot about this whole situation that's weird."

She

leaned forward, her elbows on her knees, for a long moment, looking Don

in the eye. Slowly she smiled, "I like that you were up front about all

this, Don. It means a lot, honestly."

He smiled, "I'm glad."

"So,

are we going to do this, or what?" she said as she stood up and moved

over to the foot of the bed that took up half of the cabin. A bit

stunned by how perfect her ass was, he followed close behind her, so

that when she turned around to face him, he gently caught her chin in

his hand and lifted it so he could lean down and kiss her upturned

mouth. It was a light, tender kiss at first, but it quickly grew in

passion. Don's hands moved over her warm skin down to that firm,

muscular ass. He felt her hands doing much the same, though, after

squeezing his butt, one of her hands slipped around to squeeze his cock

rather tightly.

She

broke their kiss and said, "I'm looking forward to seeing what you do

with this," she gave the cock another squeeze, "but first, I've been

wanting you to do that thing with your mouth the girls enjoyed so much."

She sat down on the end of her bed and spread her legs for Don, who promptly knelt on the floor before her.

Don

ran his hands over the smooth, firm flesh of her inner thighs. On the

one hand, he wanted to savor this moment, but on the other, Sage

definitely didn't seem to be much in the mood for a lot of foreplay. He

compromised by lightly running his thumb over her labia before leaning

in to kiss them. Closing his eyes for a moment, he ran his tongue over

her, just barely making contact, and then kissed the hood that was

hiding her clit. Using the tips of his fingers, Don gently spread her

open to run his tongue up between her labia, savoring his first taste of

her nectar. As his tongue got to her clit, Sage murmured, "Hum, yes,

that's the spot."

Don

pressed his lips to her clit, applying just a bit of suction, before

running his tongue over it again, and then moving down to lick between

her lips again, this time pushing it deeper into her. At the upper end

of this motion, he paused to slowly drag his tongue over her clit,

finishing by pulling it into his mouth, where he sucked it a bit more

before letting it slip slowly away. Don repeated this general process a

few more times, lingering longer on Sage's clit each time. As her juices

began to flow, Don slowly eased a finger up inside her and focused his

oral attention on her clit. Sage responded to this by scooting forward a

bit and using her left hand on Don's head to keep him in place.

Of

course, Don had no intention of going anywhere else. He was thoroughly

enjoying the feeling of Sage's clit against his tongue and her reactions

to what he was doing. He was loving the taste of her and the soft

little sounds she was making. He was licking at her slowly, intently,

pressing his tongue against her, as now two of his fingers moved in and

out of her wet vagina. Don felt the spongy tissue of her g-spot and made

sure to rub against it with each inward and outward stroke. Now and

then he would pause his licking to suck her clit into his mouth again,

pulling on it for a long moment before slowly releasing it.

Sage

pulled him tighter to her, and Don began to turn his head from side to

side a bit and increased the speed of his tongue's strokes, leaving the

pauses aside for now. As his licking intensified, his fingers pushed up

into her more insistently, more forcefully. Sage's legs were wrapped

around his body, her heels digging into his back. Looking up, he saw

that her right hand was squeezing her tit hard. Her eyes were closed,

and her abs were taut as her body concentrated on what Don was doing to

her.

Then,

almost without any warning at all, Sage was groaning loudly, rocking

her hips, and her cunt was clenching and pulling on Don's fingers. Her

groan climbed up to become an "Oh fuck!"

Don

pushed his fingers all the way up inside her and sucked hard on her

clit, holding it there as she shook all around him. She kept at it for

what seemed a very long time, just holding still there as her whole body

spasmed intently.

"Holy fuck!" she breathed finally. Don let her clit go and gave it a little parting kiss, but then Sage said, "Do that again!"

"Uh," Don grinned, "with pleasure!"

He

started lightly, to avoid irritating her now sensitive clit, but got

back up to the right intensity in fairly short order. When Sage was

coming again, he was deeply happy that he had given her such pleasure.

As she held Don there rubbing herself against his mouth, she exclaimed,

"Holy fucking God fuck! Fuck!"

As

she began to come down, Don thought she would need a moment to catch

her breath, so he released her clit and withdrew his slippery fingers

from her grasping cunt. He sat back on his heels with a happy grin.

But

Sage wasn't interested in catching her breath or taking a break. With

sudden, surprising energy, she slipped off the end of her bed to

straddle Don's thighs and caught his head in her hands. She kissed him

hungrily, with a passion that he found delightfully shocking. Her tongue

pushed into his mouth, then licked at her wetness on his cheeks and

face, and she was biting at his lips, tugging on them, as her left hand

snaked down between them to grasp at his very hard cock. She kept

kissing at Don's face as she got his cock in just the right position and

then promptly sank down upon it. They both groaned as their bodies

finally came properly together.

With

only the slightest moment to rock herself against the base of Don's

cock, Sage began to ride up and down on him. Her thighs flexed, pushing

up, and then she sank down again, hard and fast, all while continuing to

make out with Don. Her hands held onto his head and then wrapped around

him as their bodies moved together, her breasts rubbing against his

chest. Don was holding her ass tightly in his hands, helping to raise

and lower her.

Sage

bobbed up and down on him in a frenzy, working her body against him,

rubbing her clit against the base of his cock with each violent

impalement. Don could feel his cockhead battering her cervix. She let go

of his head, and reached around to clasp his back, digging in with her

nails. Her mouth moved down Don's neck and then she bit his shoulder.

Don

buried his face in her neck and mane of red hair. He'd never been

fucked so intensely in his life. He just held on to this wild woman and

did what he could to help her use his body. Sage was grunting

animalisticly and then crying out inarticulately as she suddenly clung

tightly to Don, every inch of her clenching and spasming with the most

intense orgasm he had ever felt a woman have. Before she stopped shaking

Sage had wrapped her arms and legs around Don and was kissing his

shoulder and neck. He was sure he felt tears on her face as she held

him.

With

one hand holding on to her ass and the other clasping the small of her

back, Don pushed up, and was able to stand with surprising grace—in that

he neither dropped Sage nor fell over. Carefully, he moved the short

distance to the end of the bed and managed to kneel a little before

lowering Sage and himself to the bed.

He rose up enough to look down into her face. Sure enough, her eyes were wet with tears.

"Are you alright?" he asked.

She

nodded and wiped at her eyes with the back of her hand. "Yes," she

laughed brokenly. "I guess I just needed that more than I realized."

Don just smiled down at her, holding still inside her.

She

blinked up at him for a long moment, but then apparently realized they

weren't still fucking. She frowned a bit and asked, "You're not done,

are you?"

Don's

smile became a grin, and then he laughed. He watched her face as he

drew almost all the way out of her and then drove back in. Her frown

went to a happy smile in a matter of seconds. As Don continued to fuck

in and out of her, slowly building up the pace and force, her eyes

closed, and her head drew back. Don leaned down to kiss her throat and

shoved still harder into her. This elicited a deep guttural groan from

Sage, and she squeezed him tighter to her with her legs and arms. In

turn, Don slipped his hands up under her to hold on to her shoulders,

enabling him to pull her down on his cock as he fucked into her with

short quick strokes.

The

intensity of Sage's response to him, coupled with his desire for her

and what had been a rather long period of unfulfilled lust, particularly

in Eros, was driving Don into a state of arousal quite unlike any he

could remember. His cock felt enormous, gripped tightly by Sage's

strong, silky cunt. His balls felt like they were close to exploding

with cum. And yet, he felt like he couldn't stop fucking this amazing

woman. Don felt almost like he was trying to literally fuck himself into

Sage. He needed to be inside her!

Then

he felt her nails digging into his back again, and he heard her crying

out, "Oh, God! Don!!" Her body was squeezing and pulling at his rigid,

engorged cock and then, and then, Don's world was shattering as his

balls clenched and he drove into Sage, pumping a hot flood of cum into

her. He felt his teeth grinding together and he vaguely heard himself

groaning long and loud, as his body continued to erupt inside her.

When Don finally opened his eyes, he saw Sage looking back up at him, with a happy smile and glazed eyes. "Wow!" she breathed.

"Uh huh, yeah," Don nodded. "Wow!"

"Okay,"

she pulled his head down and kissed him long and hard. When she let him

go, she let her arms fall out to her side, "Consider me well and truly

seduced."

Don smiled happily. Then he chuckled and said, "You're not done, are you?"

This made her laugh quite hard, which turned out to be an interesting sensation for Don's cock.

Finally, she said, "I think I'm a long way from being done with you, Don."

Hours

later, when they had finally given up trying to see who would say

'uncle,' Sage lay her head on Don's chest, smiled up at him, and asked,

"So, can anyone go for one of these rings?"

To be continued.

By BradentonLarry for Literotica