The Cabin - Chapter 13: I Dream of Jesse (Patreon)

“What's the inside of the bottle look like?” Carol asked.

“What do you mean the inside of the bottle? I was standing over there just a few seconds ago,” Jesse said.

“Ah'm afraid not, Jesse,” Carol said. “It took a moment before Steve unscrewed the top of the bottle.”

“So I'm unaware of the passage of time in the bottle,” Jesse moaned. “I suppose that means I won't be bored.”

“And the three days could breeze by,” Steve said..

“As could several years if no one rubs the bottle,” Jesse said.

“Don't be negative,” Steve said.

“As you wish, Master,” Jesse replied smiling.

“How's being a genie feel?” Carol asked.

“I feel strangely upbeat,” Jesse replied still smiling.

“Return to your bottle,” Steve said.

“As you command,” Jesse replied. She faded into a mist and disappeared.

“Was she smiling because I said 'don't be negative'?” Steve asked.

“Ah think so,” Carol replied. “Why did you dismiss her?”

“Cause I'm really horny and I don't want to accidentally wish for something stupid,” Steve admitted.

“How do you plan to solve your horny problem?” Carol asked.

Steve gave her a level gaze. “By myself if I have to. It's not like you are unaware that I've fucked myself before.”

“Actually Steve, Ah had little access to your memories before we split,” Carol said as she moved over to the sofa and sat down. “Ah don't think Ah'd feel comfortable having sex with you, Steve.”

Steve sat down next to her. “I'm the only person you've ever had sex with, until last night when Jesse was the Handsome Stranger.”

“Steve, last night was the first time Ah had sex as a real person, and even that was only because y'all brought me to life. All the other times you were having sex with Jesse dressed up as me. Ah'm not really aware of those times except Ah know they happened through your memory of them and as Ah said access to those memories was not exact.”

“That almost made sense,” Steve laughed out loud.

“Ah almost lost my way there at the end,” Carol laughed too. “The problem is as Ah said during the game. Ah'm a damsel in distress. A cliché. Ah don't know who Carolina Sundance really is. She's – Ah'm not your girlfriend in a wig. Ah'm not you. Ah'm like a babe in the woods.”

“We could have sex outside if you prefer,” Steve said. “I'm joking. I understand.” After a moment, he said, “Do you want to go in the kitchen and have a peanut butter sandwich? I'll even cut the crusts off for you.” He stood up and held his hand out.

She took his hand and said, “How about Mom? Ken Ah call you Mom?”

“I'll consider it,” he said as he gentlemanly held the kitchen door open for her. Before he entered the kitchen a Steve split off from him, picked up the iron bottle from the dining room table, and went to his bedroom.

* * *

As Amanda closed the bedroom door behind her, Bethany was saying, “I still want to know what it's like to be a mannequin.”

“Okay,” Don said, “Amanda, help her pose like a mannequin and let me know when she's perfect.”

“Let me get naked first,” Bethany said. “I want you to dress me up once I'm a mannequin. I'm dying to see you use your mad window dressing skillz.” She stood in a simple modeling pose, one leg in front of the other, arms bent and pointing forward, fingers splayed on one hand, cupped on the other. Her face was emotionless.

Amanda adjusted her arms slightly and turned her shoulders into the curve of her hips. After a moment she said, “Go ahead.”

Don wanted her to turn into a mannequin, and she did. A few seconds later there were three Bethany mannequins. “Your turn, pick a pose.”

Amanda removed her t-shirt. She was naked underneath it. She stood with an open stance, one hand on her hip, the other straight by her side. Her head was turned to the right and tilted slightly downward. “How this?” she asked.

Don touched the back of her neck and she lost control of herself.

He made a few last moment adjustments needed after she became an automaton. “Amanda, turn yourself into a mannequin.” After she complied, he triplicated her. “Six mannequins,” Don said. A dress he wanted to see Amanda in appeared in his hand. “I have some work to do.”

* * *

Josh pointed at a trail leading down into a private valley behind the cabin. Alex walked beside him holding his hand. They did not speak during the twenty minute walk to the secluded grotto Josh led them to.

A picturesque waterfall emerged from a cliff face on the far side of this natural depression.  It fell into a mostly still pond on water that ran somewhat deep. Perfect for jumping into from this side where the shore was a foot or two above the surface of the water. The runoff was a narrow channel of water also on the other side. So the water in the pond was never stagnant and was usually very clear.

“A picnic blanket would look nice not far from that tree,” Josh said pointing.

One appeared and Alex said, “There?”

“Yeah, now it needs something else,” Josh said breaking into a run. “Us naked on it.” As he reached the blanket his shirt was off and on the ground several feet away from the blanket. He sat down and removed his shoes and socks. He slid out of his pants and turned around.

Alex was lying on the blanket in the form of a naked mermaid. “I need a kiss from a man to be able to walk on land.”

He lay next to her and fondle her breasts, “Where the scales meet the skin is rather odd feeling? How about no magic” He bent down and kissed her on the lips and the scales disappeared, leaving behind her normal unadultered body.

"None?" she whispered between kisses.

"Just the magic of desire," he replied, kissing her between each word. "Body against body, flesh on flesh," he continued, punctuating each word with a careful caress or a strong grope.

Silently they embraced in the afternoon sun, their mouths locked together, their hands gliding over their well-explored bodies. They made out for nearly an hour before she pushed him onto his back and mounted him. At first he laid back and enjoyed the show -- her head rolling in a vague circle, her breasts dancing in time to the pulse of her hips. He held her hips, caressing their curves. When he could not stand it any more his pelvis thrust up into her causing her to gasp.

"I was wondering if you were going to join me," she said with a giggle.

"You seemed to have things under control," he joked.

Each moan she made echoed across the grotto. As their love making reached fever pitch, the grotto itself seemed to moan with a passion of its own. The roar of the waterfall mixed with the reverberations of her shouting "yes". When his cock began to pump out cum her pussy squeezed against his erection, rhythmic gyrations turned into uncontrolled bouncing. Each thrust accompanied a squeeze combining to draw his seed deep inside her.

Fulfilled, she lay her sweaty torso against his sweaty chest and placed her head next to his, waiting to catch her breathe.

He traced his finger around her ass and up her back in slow circles. He could vaguely hear her shouts and moans still echoing in the canyon. He turned his head so his mouth was near her ears and said, "Magic cannot top that."

"No," she agreed. "It can't. But you can't beat magic for providing variety." She sat up and removed him from her so she could stand up. She stretched, her breasts rising full in front of her.

He sat up to admire her profile

She looked at him and nodded her head toward the pond. As soon as he nodded, she turned and ran three steps toward the pond before leaping into a dive during which her lower torso became covered with blue-green scales, her legs fused together into a tail fin. She hit the water with almost no splash.

Josh leapedto his feet and ran to the water's edge. The pond surface was placid as if no one had just entered it. He stood there for a moment but when she did not surface he decided she must be fishier than he thought. He jumped in far less gracefully and swam around a bit. After a moment he found a shallow place where he could stand with his shoulders above the water line. Something brushed against his legs and he looked down.

The tail of a large fish tapped against his leg.

As he turned to look, Alex surfaced inches from is face and kissed him deeply, her arms wrapped around his neck. As they finished the kiss he started to speak but she placed a finger on his lips. She used his body as a ladder and climb down his body until her mouth was level with his cock.

Through the clear water, Josh watched her take him into her mouth. Her neck pulsed with what he assumed were gills. He became erect in just a few well-drawn sucks.

The gill flaps on her neck pulsed quickly as she immediately took his erection into her throat. Not having to pass air through her throat allowed her to take him deep as long as she liked.

Not even as the greatest fellatrix had she taken him into her throat this early in a blowjob. He was thinking he might change his mind about magic.

* * *

Steve closed and locked the door to his room and closed the shades. He lay down on the bed and split off a copy of Jesse. Both Steves masturbated vigorously without touching. When he was stiff enough and she was wet enough, he mounted his double and quickly fucked himself, though he did manage to hold himself back until Steve-as-Jesse was ready to orgasm. Being linked mentally made doing so somewhat easy. As soon as the orgasmic aftershocks stopped he reabsorbed the Jesse body.

He lay on the bed for a few more moments before zipping back up. He sat up and ran a comb through his hair. Then he looked at the iron bottle regretfully. “Genie, come here,” he commanded.

Jesse appeared from nowhere and said, “How may I serve you, Master?”

“You don't have to call me Master.”

“As you wish, Master,” Jesse replied. “Did I just say that, Master?” She shook her head, “Master, I cannot say your name. When I try to I say Master.”

“Say Steve in place of Master from now on.”

“As you wish, Steve.” Jesse said. “I suppose that sounds better even though I may as well be saying the other word.”

“What am I going to do with you?”

“I am yours to command, Steve.”

“From now on, wear clothes found in Jesse's wardrobe, not these silks.”

“As you wish, Steve. Shall I change clothes now, Steve?”

“Yes, and do not place the silks in her wardrobe so you can wear them again.”

Her silks were immediately replaced by a t-shirt and jeans. “Thank you, Steve. I feel more like myself like this.”

“I brought you in here so we could explore what you can and cannot do.”

“That is very thoughtful of you, Steve.”

“So every sentence you say, you need to reaffirm our relationship?”

“Yes,” Jesse said her eyes bulging as if holding something back. “Yes, Steve.” She grunted. “Yes, Steve. I cannot forget I am a genie in your service, Steve.”

“Maybe I should have you go back to Master so you don't get sick of my name.”

“That might be for the best, Steve.”

“Maybe I should have you plant a flag in your ass and sing my praises in Swahili.”

“I am yours to command, Steve.” Jesse's eyes went wide after she spoke but she could not say anything against his idea.

“I figured you'd say something like that,” Steve shook his head. “You may call me Master or Steve.”

“As you wish, Master.” Jesse intoned. “That does feel better, Master.”

“Act like my girlfriend Jesse, I command you to do anything she would do with or without checking with me first.”

“As you wish, Master,” Jesse accepted. “Where are the others?”

“Alex and Josh went for a walk, or perhaps a swim. You were there when Don and girls disappeared upstairs. Carol and I are having sandwiches in the kitchen.”

“How are the two of you getting along?” she asked and could not avoid appending, “Master.”

“Why are you still standing there? Wouldn't Jesse have sat down next to me by now?”

“I am sorry I displeased you, Master,” she responded, sitting down immediately.

“I'm sorry Jesse. I don't know how to help you.”

“Master, Steve, it is not important to me that I am happy.” Jesse began, “I know I would not normally say that but right now, as a genie, I can only think about pleasing you. Jesse does not exist.”

“But you are Jesse.”

“I am and I am not, Master,” Jesse explained. “I am bound to the bottle and can only act as a genie can act. If I acted differently, I would not be able to create the wishes that I Doubled Down for.”

“So you are saying you want to be a genie.”

“Master, Jesse wants to be a genie like she wants to be a southern belle or a dominatrix or a cheerleader or any of the other things she pretends to be in our bedroom. As Alex pointed out, she becomes who she dresses up as. But right now, I am a genie. To deny my genie nature when I am actually a genie would be to deny who I am.”

“Well, it is hard on me to see you like this,” he replied.

“Like what, Master?”

“Actually, never mind. You didn't do it. Every time before when you would say Master you would wince. But the last few times you said it easily, almost gladly.”

“I have accepted my place, Master.”

“But I haven't,” Steve said. “I know what to do. You said you are not Jesse. So let's reinforce that. Do you have any genie personas I don't know about?”

“Yes, Master.”

“Who is she? What does she look like?”

“She is called Shahala and she looks like this,” Jesse's body became about six inches shorter. It shifted into a beauty of middle eastern descent with dark golden skin, almond-shaped emerald-colored eyes and very long black hair. She was dressed in green and yellow silks that billowed around her arms and legs and fit closely to her torso. Her face narrowed and was slightly longer, her nose was slightly thinner and less pronounced. Yet even with these changes there was still something of Jesse in her look.

“And she sounds like this,” she continued in a voice almost an octave higher than Jesse's yet still a woman's voice, not a child's voice, with the hint of a foreign accent he could not place.

“Perfect. Why have I never seen this character before?”

“Before this weekend, I could not grant wishes, Master,” she lilted with a high pitched giggle. “Shall I retain this form from now on, Master?”

“Yes.”

“As you wish, Master,” Shahala said with a clarity of purpose that made it sound more correct than any time Jesse had said it.

“Disrobe slowly, Shahala,” Steve said, leaning back on the bed.

“As you desire, Master,” Shahala cooed, reaching for her left wrist to undo a clasp. The silk on her left arm billowed out as she repeated the step on her right wrist. She crossed her arms and undid clasps on her shoulder and both sleeves floated gently to the floor. She turned around and squatted down to undo clasps at her ankles. She stood up and spun around, the silks on her legs trailed around her body like a skirt. She undid a tie at her waist and the leg silks floated to the floor. She untied a belt at her waist and the tunic she wore billowed down into a minidress form. She reached behind her back thrusting her bosoms forward, undoing a knotted button. Soon the strap across her shoulders loosened and she slipped the dress down to floor. She stepped out of the dress wearing nothing but green sandle-strapped high-heeled shoes. “Does this body please you, Master?”

“Only my eyes, Shahala,” Steve said. “Please my dick with your mouth.”

“As you wish, Master,” she replied stepping toward him and reaching into his pants. Silently, she took his cock into her mouth and proceeded to blow him. Her technique differed from Jesse's. She used her slender hands to pleasure his cock and balls simultaneously. Part of him wondered how that could be. But the rest of him did not care and soon was ready to orgasm.

“Shall I swallow it all down or take it on the face, Master?”

“Swallow it all,” ten Steves said in unison, standing around her.

“As you wish, Masters.”

She brought the first Steve to orgasm and swallowed it down. Then she pushed him aside and took in another cock bringing it to orgasm even faster. The Steves could not stay ready long enough for her to do them quickly so he rejoined most of the Steves and concentrated on jumping out of the Steve in her mouth a moment before he reached the point of no return.

After five orgasms, one of the Steves said, “Pick your ass up so I can take you from behind as well.”

With her mouth still wrapped around a cock, she muffled affirmatively as she stood her legs up straight and spread them.

The Steve reach between her legs and felt her extremely wet pussy. He placed the tip of his hard cock on her engorged pussy lips. She reached behind herself and helped spread those lips so he could plunge his cock inside. She muffled something against the other Steve's cock in her mouth. He proceeded to fuck her while she sucked off another Steve.

In this way, she was able to suck off twenty-two Steves before he failed to jump out before the point of no return. When she finished the last Steve and found there were no more erections to take into her mouth, she let out an audible sigh of relief. The eighth Steve still behind her said, “Orgasm powerfully when I do.”

“As you wish, Master,” she cooed. “May I speak freely while you fuck me?”

“Always,” he commanded. He pumped his cock in and out of her and she moaned with delight.

“Oh, Master, Yes,” she cried. “That is perfect, Master. Faster, if it would please you, Master. Oh, Master, may I cum, Master.”

“Not yet,” he replied through his teeth as his own orgasm built.

“Fuck me, Master. Faster and harder, if it pleases you, Master,” her voice became higher and more frantic, though still absolutely respectful as he withheld orgasm. “I am yours to fuck, Master. Use my cunt, Master. Please let me cum, Master.”

“Now,” he said as his ball tightened and he cock exploded, shooting cum into her pussy.

She cried out incoherently for half a minute, her pussy milking his cock for all it was worth.

“Don't stop,” he commanded. “Don't stop until I say you may stop.”

“Oh, Master, I--” she started to say something but could not speak coherently as the orgasm hit her again and again.

After a few moments, Steve said, “And we're done.”

Shahala's body went limp and would have fallen to floor if he were not holding hips. He picked her up and placed sweaty, cum-encrusted naked body on the bed. She turned her head to face him and said, “You are a most demanding lover, Master.”

* * *

“You don't actually have to make me a peanut butter sandwich, Steve.”

“But I want to,” he said. “You look like you need nurturing.”

“And peanut butter is your answer to nurturing?” Carol asked, sitting down at the small table in the kitchen.

“No, cutting the crusts off is,” Steve winked as replied, carrying the bread, peanut butter, a plate and knife to the table.

“Sir, you are still trying to seduce me,” Carol said, thickening her accent for emphasis.

“Only a little,” Steve said. “I'm also dealing with Jesse in the bedroom. She's getting use to being a genie servant.”

“Well, that will make her better able to cope with the role,” Carol pointed out.

“But she isn't my Jesse,” Steve countered. “I know that's selfish. But I want my Jesse and I don't think she's happy stuck in a bottle.”

“But she loves to play-act as someone else...” Carol began.

“That's it!” Steve exclaimed. “She's seeing it as a chore, not a role.”

“She has a set of Arabian Style silks in her closet,” Carol said. “She might have a character ready made for this.”

“I'll ask her.” Steve closed his eyes for a second. “She does have a genie guise. I've never seen it.”

“Why?”

Steve laughed, “I just asked her that and she said she didn't grant wishes before today. Like that was necessary before play-acting as a genie.”

“She practiced her southern accent for months before she pretended to be me in front of you,” Carol stated.

“How do you know that?” Steve asked.

“Ah don't know how Ah know. Ah just do.”

Steve finished the first sandwich and passed it to her. “I'm not allergic so I hope you aren't.”

“Ah just realized,” Carol said looking at the sandwich. “Ah've never eaten before.”

“You must be famished.”

“Seriously,” Carol said looking at it again. “Do Ah like peanut butter? Ah don't know.”

“Smell it.”

“Smells nice, rich and nutty.” She took a small nibble of bread and peanut butter. “Mmm. Ah like it. Oo, sticky. How's Jesse doing?”

“Shahala,” Steve said. “She's gorgeous and exotic. Her skin is brown with this golden highlight. She smells like cinnamon or close to it.”

“She changed into a different person as a genie?”

“Yep, I commanded her to. I think she'll be happier that way.” Steve had a look like he was miles – or three rooms in this case – away. “Keep talking. She's doing a striptease and I'm sure there will be sex afterward.”

“So you were upset about treating your girlfriend as a slave but now that she looks like someone else, it's okay.”

“What? No, I was never upset about treating her like a slave, we've played that scene many times. I was upset that she didn't want to be a treated like a slave. Shahala wants it because she was created to be a genie.”

“Ah'm not sure that makes it okay to Jesse.”

“Shahala is still Jesse. If pretending to be Shahala makes her feel better about something she can't control, I don't see what the problem is.” Steve was not angry but felt Carol was pushing his buttons on purpose. “What if it had been you?”

“Ah don't know, Steve,” she replied. “Ah've never been someone's slave for real or for play.”

“Go upstairs and take a peek into Don, Amanda and Bethany's room. I'm sure Don is the only person in the room able to make decisions about his future, right now. He's probably dressing them up in the big picture window. They aren't even sex objects, although with Don they probably are. They are just things.”

“But that is what Amanda and Bethany want.”

“Exactly,” Steve exclaimed. “And so does Shahala.”

“Ah see your point.” Carol finished one triangle of sandwich. “Ah had no idea Ah was hungry.” She picked up the other triangle and took a bite.

“You got peanut butter on your chin,” Steve said.

“Do you want to lick it off?”

“That's mighty forward of you, Ms Sundance.”

“Call me Carol,” she said sliding a finger across her chin and placing it on his lips. “And this is mighty forward.” She leans in and kissed Steve on the mouth. When he did not react immediately she sat back, tilting her head in confusion.

He placed a hand on her shoulder and took her hand that was just on his lips in his other hand. “Only if this is what you want, Carolina.”

“Ah do,” she replied.

He licked the remaining peanut butter off her finger then pulled her closer and kissed her softly. Slowly the kiss became more passionate. He put the rapid fucking in the bedroom out of mind and allowed this moment to last as long as possible. Just two lovers kissing gently. It helped that Carolina smelled of peanut butter.

Her hands trailed down his back to his firm ass. She became aware that the kitchen chairs were only comfortable for sitting up straight. She pulled back from him slowly, “These chairs aren't made for making out.”

“Josh and Alex aren't using their room at the moment. Unless you think we're going too fast.”

She stood up and pointed at the door, “Lead the way.”

He got up and held the kitchen door open for her as they went upstairs. He stopped at Don's bedroom door and listened.

Carol mouthed the word, “What?” at him.

He put his finger to his mouth and waved her to Josh and Alex's room.

She entered the room and looked around. She ducked behind the wardrobe and pulled her panties down. They were soaked. She stood up and moved to sit on the side of the bed as he entered. “Did you hear anything?”

“Someone was moving around but no one was talking.” Steve replied. “Are you sitting on the bed for a reason?”

“Ah have a confession,” she replied. “Remember earlier when you said you were horny?”

He just nodded.

She stood up and placed one foot on the bed. She flipped the back of her skirt over onto her back revealing her ass and her pussy. She reached between her legs and rubbed her clit. “You wouldn't happen to have something long and hard that fits in this here hole, would you?”

“Did you end up seducing me?” He asked.

She stood up, her skirt dropping back into place. “Shut up and fuck me.” Then she demurely leaned over again and flipped her skirt back off her ass.

He crossed the room, unbuckling his pants. He placed his hands on her ass as his pants and underpants dropped around his ankles. His dick was almost completely ready and he rubbed its head against her pussy walls.

“Ah can't hear the twin slaps of your upper thighs against my sweet ass cheeks, Steve,” she said sweetly and menacingly at the same time.

Blood surged into his dick and he stiffly pushed it into her overly ready hole. Grabbing hold of her hips, he slapped himself into her ass, his cock disappearing completely inside her with each thrust. After two slow thrusts he jumped into high gear and fuck her fast and deep.

“Oh, oh, much, oh b-b- oh, oh, b-better,” she cried out. With each thrust she shouted “Oh” or “Yes” or “Harder”.

Steve was use to Jesse being quiet in the bedroom. He was going to say something about her keeping it down when the room shifted oddly.

“Mmphff,” Carol said. She was suddenly naked. A red rubber ball gag was in her mouth and locked behind her head with small padlock on a leather strap. Her hands were held behind her back by a pair of handcuffs.

He found her predicament so hot he came immediately. His body unloaded into her wet pussy. As it did he felt her pussy orgasming too. It squeezed against his dick.

She still made muffled noises, even somewhat loud noises as she came. She could not figure what had happened but for the moment at least, she did not care.

As his head cleared he felt something around his neck. It was a silver chain with two keys at the end. One seemed the right size for the ball gag and one seemed the right size for the handcuffs. Still penetrating her pussy, he reach down and fondled her breasts.

She muttered, “Unh” in outrage but then moaned in pleasure as he continued to massage her breasts.

He whispered, “I suspect you were too loud for Don. He can be a bit testy. Now one Mmphf for yes and two Mmphfs for no,” he explained.”Are you really in distress or actual danger?”

“Mphf, mphf,” she responded in the negative. Her nipples were rock hard and a low moan purred in her throat.

“Good,” Steve said. “Do you want me to continue playing with your breasts?”

“Mphfff,” she emphatically replied.

He slowly pulled himself out of her pussy. “Put your foot back on the floor.” As she did, he picked her up and placed her facedown on the bed. He straddled her back and massaged her shoulders. She relaxed under him and he uncuffed one of her wrists. He took her free arm and massaged it and its shoulder some more a let it settle above her head. He repeated the massage on her other arm and placed it above her head. While continuing to massage her upper back he looped the handcuffs through headboard posts.  He rolled her onto her back and snapped the cuff back into place trapping her arms above her head.

“Mphff, Mphff!” She complained.

“No?” he asked and he continued the massage rubbing her breasts some more.

“Mphff, mphff!” She restated but less emphatically.

“Not, no?”

“Mphff,” she nodded affirmatively.

He scooted forward and wrapped her fabulous breasts around his cock. Slowly he massaged them and used them to pleasure his cock. When she closed her eyes he split off a copy of himself standing next to the bed. The second Steve climbed into bed between her legs and started fingering her clit.

Her eyes shot open and looked around but could only see the Steve straddling her chest. “MMPhff!”

“Relax. I just want to be sure you get off on this too.” The first Steve explained. At that point the second Steve started licking her clit and pussy walls.

She moaned in pleasure as she struggled against the handcuffs. She so wanted to touch Steve. Either Steve. She wanted to feel her lover's skin on her fingertips. She enjoyed the attention he paid her. She enjoyed the helpless feeling of the handcuffs. At first they had felt like a violation. But now she wondered how it would feel if her legs were also bound; how it would feel to be blindfolded; how it would feel to be led around on a chain with collar around her neck. She could not wait for Steve to cum on her face but she could do nothing to help or hinder his progress. And that also made her hot. She supposed this had something to do with her damsel in distress origins. She had to remember to thank Don for the gag and handcuffs.

Steve was nearing climax. He encouraged his duplicate to get her up to orgasm soon. Hearing Carolina moan made the head of his cock bulge with desire. He needed release. He wanted to cover the gag with cum. The second Steve was licking and fingering her pussy. The first Steve felt her squirm underneath him; felt her body beginning to coil. “Are you going to cum?” He taunted.

“Mphff,” she admitted. She wanted to tell him to go faster. She wanted to tell him to go deeper. She wanted his permission to cum. She was ready. Release the orgasm. “Mmmmmphfff.”

With that sound, Steve could hold back no longer. His warm stream of cum struck her chin, her lips, the red ball. He felt her body rise beneath him and lock in orgasm. He knelt forward and continued to drop drips of cum onto her face.

When his warm cum touched her face, she felt a wave of pleasure wash over her as she orgasmed. “All over my face,” she thought. As she descended from the orgasm, she felt the other Steve at her pussy, softly caressing and gently licking it. Steve got off of her and stood next to the bed. He resumed his massage on her right thigh. A warm wave of relaxation passed through her. Shortly the other Steve joined the first by massaging her left leg. With his gentle hands still rubbing her, she closed her eyes and finally relaxed in his presence.