Meeting In Starbucks. (Closed for PrincessLyn)

[coolpen]

I had always known that Natalie was a very determined woman, knowing what she wanted and refusing to compromise in any way until she had what she wanted.

What she had told Lyn was true, we had met when I’d accidentally run into her car but I’d been distracted – distracted by the beautiful woman driving it, and out of a sense of wanting to do the right thing I’d offered her a lift in my car while her’s was being taken to the repair garage.

The damage was small and easily repaired and of course I paid for the work but I felt that it was only right to offer to chauffer her until she had her own car again. So I drove her to her appointment and offered to wait and then suggested that we might meet later for dinner and she agreed.

And that was the start of our relationship although she made it quite clear what her boundaries were and how our relationship would be, were it to continue.

She wanted to be unaccountable to me, pursuing her life as she pleased. She offered nothing more, no sexual fidelity and no emotional involvement, a relationship that matched her needs alone and after dinner we had gone to the room I’d reserved and had sex and so our relationship continued; every now and then she’d call and we’d dine and fuck. Sometimes she’d tell me what or rather who she’d been ‘doing’, both men and women, not to boast but to re-live and share the moments in an orgy of erotic role-playing.

So this evening when she cleverly separated Lyn and herself from me I wasn’t surprised and left them together knowing that she wanted to seduce Lyn.



I waited for a few minutes beyond the door, listening to the murmuring of voices coming from the other room and then, when the murmuring stopped, I carefully opened the door between the two rooms to watch, expecting to see Natalie taking the lead, introducing Lyn to those Sapphic pleasures that I know she enjoyed so much and had shared with me in the re-telling of her of her sexual indulgences, but it was Lyn making love to Natalie and doing so very expertly as I judged from the moans of pleasure coming from Natalie, watching Lyn fingering Natalie and at first, tasting her juices herself and then sharing then with Natalie before burying her face between Natalie’s thighs so that she could taste the very essence of her.

My cock was painfully erect and I stood stroking myself while I watched, listening to Natalie’s moaning but then, when Lyn knelt on the bed between Natalie’s thighs, presenting her dripping slot to me, I could wait no longer and silently took the three or four paces to the bedside and thrust into her, feeling her wetness, pumping into her.

Natalie’s eyes opened wide, staring into mine as I thrust into Lyn, the sudden change alerting her to my presence and she looked at me, silently mouthing her words ‘If you can fuck her you must fuck me as well’.

It would of course be my pleasure to ravish both women and I continued thrusting into Lyn, fingering her as I did, waiting for her climax before slowing and withdrawing from her.

I looked at Natalie.

“I know you like the taste of Lyn. You can taste her some more here if you want.” I said, holding my cock out for her.

 

[PrincessLyn]

Natalie's leg muscles were tensed, her pelvic was tensed and I could feel it contracting. I looked up from between her legs. She looked Tom straight in his eyes while he thrusted into me. There was lust mixed up with anger, jealousy in her eyes. Tom was deep into me, holding me, holding my belly with one hand and rubbing my clit with the other. He pushed so hard it hurt. Again I felt the pleasure of pain combined with extensive lust and longing. My body, my mouth was tense. I could not suck Natalie quietly anymore. She screamed as my orgasm pushed all other senses but ecstasy out of me and out of my lungs.
I don’t know what I did as light came back into my eyes. Natalie was breathing heavily and her body was shaking. Tom was still thrusting deep into me but slowly now. Natalies cunt was extremely wet, just as my face and the bedsheets underneath her. She tasted differently now. I felt my own wetness run down my inner thigh. All muscles had went from extremely tense to totally relaxed. We must have felt the same and released ourselves at the same time.

Natalies cunt was red, battered. I liked her, tried to caress her, nurse her. My lust had done this, my lust for her and Tom, abused her. Never ever have I hurt a living soul and now I bit, torn and violated this woman's private parts. Yet she didn’t seem in pain. Exhausted? yes but not in agony or anger. She just looked at Tom and he seemed to know what she wanted.

I stepped aside. letting Tom gently slip out of me. He held is cock in front of Natalie. It was wet, from my wetness and his wetness. Her mouth opened up and at the same time she spead her leg. With one hard thrust Tom pushed himself into her. I was lying next to Natalie, face to face and saw her eyes focused on a point far behind me. Red spots appeared on her face and neck. Her mouth was open, breathing in the rhythm of Tom's pushing. Every time he went deep it was a stab into her inner and her face grimaced with torment.

I looked at a woman getting fucked and I knew how she felt. The desire, the addictive longing for extraordinary feelings that can take you out of your own body. Natalie was definitely out of hers. She and Tom were one, centered in her vagina and his penis. I touched her nose, her mouth. There was only a brief twist of her lips, longing. I kissed her but there was hardly any reaction. She was driven by instincts, instincts that had pushe common sense out of her body.

My hand went down to her breasts. I squeezed them gently, caressed her nipples and went further down to her mons. With every bump there was a shock. A shock up her belly. I held my hand on her mons, feeling Tom’s big dick sliding inside her. her wet lips flipping, torn, sliced up. Tom’s dick was still hard, veiny and bloodshot. His head sometimes appeared out of her, leaving her cunt open for a moment before invading her again. His cock leaving her didn’t seem right, it seemed like a torture.

Tom was breathing heavily. His masculine, hard stomach was beautiful. Why didn’t I notice that when he was fucking me? His chest hair goes down in a thin line over his abdomen, down to his crotch. His penis and balls are shaved but he just has enough curled hair for my fingers to run through. They were wet. I smelled my fingers and I could not determine whether it was mine, his or Natalies. It was beyond human, it came from the dimension Tom and Natalie were in. A dimension I witnessed and enjoyed.

I kissed Tom’s chest, his neck. He was so far inside his own cosmos of rapture that he didn't notice me either. I used his body because it was not inhabited. I felt it, touched it, discovered it like it was mine. This God’s masterpiece of muscles and strength, hard, tense and caring. Desired and full of desire. Forceful and gentle but unpredictable, ruthless and dangerous when challenged. Ready to save and ready to kill. This embodiment of excellence was squirting his power into the flower of Natalie. The climax of the grand final was a big bang on the cymbals and timpani, shutting down the exhausted orchestra while the last tones still echoed through the big building. The audience was in awe, couldn't believe it was over.

 

[coolpen]

Natalie looked dazed as if she didn’t know what was happening to her and what to expect next. She watched as I held my cock towards her, opening her mouth, ready for her to taste Lyn’s wetness on me but then she opened her legs to me, inviting my entry.

It had been some time since I’d been with Natalie. Normally she was so self-assured, so in control but now Natalie was the supplicant, ready to submit to whatever I did to her and I thrust into her, pushing her up the bed with the force of my entry.
She felt loose, used, and I wondered how far Lyn had gone with her, what Lyn had done to her, how she had used her and I was reminded of what had passed between Lyn and me in the London hotel, Lyn’s breasts bleeding from where her nails had raked across them and mine scarred by her nails. Certainly, there can be pleasure with pain but Natalie looked beyond this, almost limp like a rag doll, accepting me as I thrust into her and Lyn, as she touched Natalie, first on her face, then her breasts and then lower until her fingers were competing with me for access to Natalie’s vagina.

Every time I thrust into her the breath was pushed from her lungs, making her gasp her words.
“Oh … god … that’s deep … that’s… so hard … that’s … and then she screwed her eyes closed as the combination of my thrusting and Lyn’s fingers on her clit brought her to orgasm again and she could speak no more.

I felt detached, as if watching someone else. I could feel Lyn’s fingers rubbing on my shaft as she worked on Natalie and I looked her, wondering where she would like this to go next.
I nodded to her and gestured with my head towards the curtains that were held back with braided cotton ties. For a moment she looked perplexed but then got my meaning, we were going to tie Natalie to the bed so that she would be helpless, having to submit to whatever we wanted to do to her.

The curtain ties were soft braided cotton so although we could restrain Natalie I knew we wouldn’t mark her with them and I rolled her onto her face, tying her hands to the head of the bed, pushing her legs wide apart and placing a pillow under her hips to elevate them.
Her face was on the bed but she turned her head so that she could breathe.
I know what she thought was going to happen to her, what I would do but her words were murmured as if begging.

“No Tom, please not that, not now, not here.” and I knew she was alluding to the fact that Lyn would be watching. Perhaps she was worried that Lyn would think she was degrading herself.

Certainly, when we’d been together before she’d had no reluctance, often asking for penetration this way, but I wanted to know what Lyn wanted so I held Natalie’s hips a little higher and entered her doggy fashion, moving slowly, occasionally pulling right out of her and rubbing the head of my shaft between her cheeks and over her rosebud, spreading her wetness and hesitating there for a moment, waiting to see if Natalie would return the pressure, signalling her acquiescence before continuing.

I glanced at Lyn for a signal. What would it be?

 

[PrincessLyn]

I looked at Natalie, her eyes, her mouth, the way she talked, murmured her words of desire. I recognized it, could see through her eyes, into her soul, into her longing, my longing.

I was jealous. For this moment, these uncertain seconds, seconds of expectation. The will to endure pain to reach the highest level of feeling, stimulation and satisfaction. I looked at her face, a face in agony and eyes full of lust. She drooled, sweated, her cramped muscles trembled. Never was a woman more beautiful than at this very moment.

Tom looked at me, his hands on Natalie's hips, playing his cock around her willing, longing vagina and ass. I should be the executioner, the one to cut the rope and drop down the ax. The ax would cut off her pleasure, deny her what she wanted, and no matter how jealous I was, how I longed for pleasure, Natalie lit my fire.

All her senses contracted in order to relax her hole as Tom thrusted into her, hard, slow and determined. I kissed her while I inhaled her cry, her moaning. It was Tom's dick I felt in Natalie's tense, disformed and twisted lips.

The moment Tom was deep inside her, Natalie sighed deeply as her pain and tension turned into intense sexual pleasure. He started thrusting and her body weakend, softened. Pushed to the limit he went beyond and Natalie surrendered. They reaped what they sowed and a the plant was lust, sex and desire.

 

[coolpen]

I tried to read Lyn’s face, to understand her thoughts. Did she want to punish Natalie for intruding on us, for usurping her position, or was she seeking some kind of vicarious pleasure in watching me use Natalie in this different way?
I knew from our lovemaking in London that she was not averse to having her rosebud touched, but I wonder if she’s ever had anal sex with full penetration of her low B♭? Perhaps that’s why she seems so fixated watching as I penetrate Natalie as a precursor to trying it for herself.
But no matter. We all have our own ways of achieving sexual bliss, me by fucking Natalie in this way, Natalie being fucked like this and Lyn by watching but I think this is enough, the situation is too complicated, so I withdraw from Natalie.
She and I had our relationship and it was purely by chance, or perhaps bad luck, that she bumped into Lyn and me in London.
I’m not averse to a threesome but I prefer the simplicity and directness of a one-on-one relationship and I was enjoying being with Lyn, her intellect and skill as a musician, her appreciation of luxury and her sexuality that, once released from the confines of social convention, was exciting and rampant.

I head to the bathroom to shower. I want to be clean of Natalie so that Lyn and I can start afresh.
Of course, there’s always the possibility that Lyn will want to continue her relationship with Natalie and that’s fine but it would have to be without my involvement.

Natalie is the past and Lyn, if she wants it, is the future.

 

[PrincessLyn]

Natalie was lying down in bed next to me, her legs spread. Her privates, her mind and her soul needed to recover from what just happened. I could see the longing in Natalies eyes. It was more then sex, it was a drug

Tom was in the shower and we were alone in bed.

"I can not live with him nor without him. Sex with Tom is about enduring everything he wants, I want because you know the next step will be even more intense, more luscious, in every possible way. It's a trip, a hunger that needs to be fed." She says.

I was stunned by her honest, clear words. I envied her. I envied her for her addiction, for every day she knew Tom before I did. For what he did to her.

I touched her where his cock went inside her body. I longed for it. Not so much fot the sexual feeling but the adrenalin, the endorfin that his body, his cock could inflame inside a woman.

She continued. "Tom is like heroin. He always makes you seek a bigger thrill and I am addicted. But I'm afraid he fell for you. Please don't shut me out. I can see it in your eyes, you and him … but he is dangerous because we cannot live on heroin. We sometimes just need a joint to get us through this shit. Please, be my joint, let me be your joint. Let's stick together. For the sense, not to fall completely into this volcano Tom pull's us in. Only together can we survive."

"I … " I searched for the right words. "I never considered myself a lesbian, not even bisexual before I met you. What we did in London … I guess it was my first joint and I never even got drunk before… can you imagine! It was … what I needed at that moment, yes … I was selfish. I want to kiss you again but I also want to go to Tom, see the water raining down on his body. Join him in the shower, bent over and … "

Natalie heard the doubts in my voice. Without changing the provocative way she was lying down on the bed she put an arm around me and pulled me close. I lay my head against her bosom. She pressed her soft breasts against my cheeks. My hand was still between her wide spread legs, feeling his cum around her anus. Her wet vagina and tender buttrose, I wanted it. Wanted to feel the sensation that the drug called Tom released inside her. Feeling and touching Natalie, seeing her arousal longings and agony was part of my desire, fulfilling, complementing it.

I fell asleep and dreamed about the concert. I am standing while I perform my solo. I look ragged, thin. I am so thin I don't seem to have breasts anymore, my black, tight dress is just a shapeless bag hanging over my bones. Even my pantyhose doesn't seem to stretch around my thin legs anymore. My hair is unkempt and I don't wear any makeup.

The tense, soft notes out of my clarinet silence the audience. The tone is set and the conductor understands. The rest of the orchestra has to adapt to my greedy, agitated performance. Slowly I build up the tension and the orchestra has no choice but to erupt into a massive culmination that grabs and stires every nerve. The stage lights are aimed at Tom and Natalie. The energy of 85 musicians goes to them and the enchantment is mutual.

Unlike me they look stunning. Natalie in a halter neck floor length dress with open back. Wide around her bust and stretched around her abdomen and hips. Her ankle strap suede pumps match her dress perfectly. Tom is wearing a 3 piece wool suit with a subtle check pattern. A distinctive tie matching the striped stretch shirt. His shining shoes are pretentious, pointing out his class and status. They look at me in admiration while I see a tramp performing the masterpiece of her life after which she can only fall down.

I woke up, mine and Natalie's legs entangled, Tom's arm around me, his face buried in my hair. I could feel his breathing in my neck, the glowing warmth of Natalie's body. I pushed my butt back into Tom's naked crotch. I fell asleep again with his weak penis against my skin.

 

[coolpen]

I was a long time in the shower, wanting to wash myself of the feeling that, whatever I wanted, I had lost Lyn to Natalie and if I wanted Lyn, then Natalie would have to be included.
Back in the bedroom, Lyn and Natalie were entwined asleep and I slipped into the bed beside Lyn.
The scent of her body was mixed with the scent of sex.
I knew we had to sleep, especially Lyn who would have a rehearsal in the afternoon before the concert in the evening and although I had no doubts about Lyn’s performance, I wondered what the events of the last few days and in particular the events of this evening would have on her.
Would she be tired and distracted or would what had happened between Lyn and Natalie inspire her to seek different meanings in the work.
And then me and Natalie, the primitive, almost ritualistic way that I had used Natalie, penetrating her and filling her like that. Would Lyn take what she had seen and weave it into her interpretation of the music?

Only the concert would reveal these things.

I was woken by a stirring in the bed. The light filtering through the curtains told me it was morning and I watched Natalie silhouetted against the curtains, her breasts pert, the curve of her back where it merged into her cheeks, remembering clearly what the three of us had done, Natalie surrendering herself to Lyn and then Lyn’s approval me taking Natalie in her rosebud while she watched. The bathroom door closed with a soft click as Natalie went in and in the silence of the room I could hear her peeing, a quiet sound but enough to stir Lyn.

She had been lying entwined with Natalie but her butt was pressed against me and the warmth of her and the intimate contact fed into my deepest regions, forcing blood into my member that stiffened again her and I pressed against her, at first her rosebud and then slipping into her vagina, moving slowly, feeling her wetness increasing as I did, and as she became fully awake I shifted my now glistening member back to her rosebud, wanting her but waiting for her signal of approval for me to enter her this way, just as she had approved me doing the same thing to Natalie last night, and wondering if Natalie would return from the bathroom in a reversal of last night’s roles, she now the observer and Lyn the object of our lust.
I pressed again, feeling the bulb of my member stretching Lyn, and I wanted to claim her this way so that she would never doubt my desire for her, that she was the focus of my attention with Natalie our mutual plaything.

 

[PrincessLyn]

I woke up to the sound of music. Natalie was in the shower, playing the instrument of clattering water. Her skin muting the falling droplets, dripping down, covering her body. Her hands added rhythm to the steady stream of water while rubbing shampoo through her long beautiful hair.

In the meantime Tom's breathing turned from a slow adagio to a firm andante. He was awake. His morning boner poked at my butt from when he was still asleep. We were spooning, his arm on my stomach and his hand under my boob. I had pressed myself tighter to his groin to feel the dream that was awakening his cock. To feel the restless movements of his body caused by a brain reflecting his dreams, reality, longings, the past and the future.

After a few minutes, as a sign of being awake his thumb was gently striking the edge between my breast and my rib cage. His cock was poking harder between my butt cheeks. I lifted my leg for an inch and it flipped right between my thighs, upto my vulva. I closed my legs, squeezing his dick between my soft thighs and my vagina.

Through my hair his lips found a way to my neck. His kisses and warm breathing evoked my senses, my nerves while my muscles were still numb. I tried to stay relaxed, to cling to the influence this man had on my body. To cherish his feelings, longings and hornyness for me.

With gentle strokes his penis was rubbing my vagina.

"Would you like what I did to Natalie last night?" He asked.

I wanted nothing more than that … but not yet. I wanted to hold on to that longing, feel this lust deep inside me, this desire in my body throughout the concert. Wanted to force the tension of Rachmaninoff's 2nd from my most intimate body parts into the big hall of the Palais des Beaux Arts. Wanted everyone, even the Prince of Belgium who would be there that night, to drown in my yearning for Tom.

Nathalie came out of the shower, naked. With her came the damp scent of a hot bathroom mixed with expensive perfume and body lotion. Her beauty struck me, made me jealous. I knew it made no sense cause I was the one with the hard dick of the man we both longed for between my legs. Nathalie smiled, laid down in bed facing me.

Nathalie kissed me. She kissed me on my lips while her hand went between my thighs.

 

[coolpen]

The Palais des Beaux Arts in Brussels is a delightful place with a cinema and conferencing facilities as well as one of the finest concert halls in the world, brightly painted with plush ruby seating arranged in tiers around the hall so that all get a good view of the orchestra and soloists and Natalie and I were well seated, a little apart from the other concert-goers in a couple of seats that gave us some privacy.

At first, Natalie seemed a little withdrawn, almost distracted but as Lyn and the rest of the orchestra took their seats on the stage there was a sense of anticipation about her, knowing that before too long Lyn would be playing.

The string section tuned their instruments, taking their A from an oboe and then there was an expectant hush from the audience, awaiting the entrance of the conductor.

Without thinking I took Natalie’s hand, the excitement of the moment banishing any thoughts of her previous intrusion between Lyn and me and she responded by turning to look at me and then kissing me gently on my cheek, almost in apology for her reappearance in my life.

I was about to say something to her, to apologise for my treatment of her, using her the way I had but she put her finger to my lips and mouthed a silent ssh.

We had literally been on the edge of out seats but sat back as the conductor surveyed the orchestra and glanced at the soloist. An imperceptible nod passed between them.

And then the ominously dark opening chords, punctuated by the single low F between each chord eventually soothed away by the strings sweeping us along in to the music.

Natalie’s hand was still in mine but now resting in my lap and it felt as if no time at all had passed since we were seeing each other on a regular basis, as if the events of the past few days were an interlude. We could see Lyn clearly but I doubted that she could see us hidden in the gloom of the theatre. Lyn’s face was a kaleidoscope of expressions and emotions as she played, feeling each note, each phrase, her eyes flitting from the music stand to the conductor and back again and just occasionally searching the gloom against the brightness of the stage lights.

I glanced at Natalie and she had tears in her eyes.

I put my mouth close to her ear.

“Are you alright?”

She sniffed and nodded, wiping her cheeks with the back of her hand.

“It’s just so beautiful so overwhelming, the music and knowing that Lyn is part of it and …” She paused to wipe her cheeks again “… and knowing that Lyn is part of us. I’ve never experienced anything so intense, so moving as when Lyn was making love to me and then you … you entering me like that, using me. Yes I know we’ve done that before, I encouraged you, I like it that way but with Lyn there it was different as if I was experiencing it for her. Do you understand what I’m saying?”

I wasn’t sure I did but didn’t want to disagree so I nodded mutely.

“I don’t think I can make love with you on your own ever again and I don’t think that Lyn wants that either.

Natalie’s meaning was ambiguous. Did she mean that Lyn didn’t want me to make love with Natalie again or that Lyn didn’t want to make love with me again but Natalie continued before I could ask her meaning.

“From now on it will have to be just Lyn and me or the three of us together. I can’t make love to you without her being with me.”

For a moment we were caught again by the music and ceased our whispers but then Natalie tugged at my sleeve to regain my attention.

“And Lyn wants to try that too, what you did with me. She’ll be drained, flat, empty after pouring herself into the music and she’ll need something to drag her out of her emptiness, to revitalise her. And we can do that for her me by caressing her, teasing her and you by taking her the way you took me. She wants you to fill her.”

 

[PrincessLyn]

The play started with silence. That second before the instruments come to life defines the whole play. The look and gestures of the conductor. The expectations of the audience and the tension of the musicians. Everytime it feels like the first time, like the first kiss, the first crush or the first broken heart. It's an addictive adrenaline rush.

The play started calmly, longing, with romantic long strikes in the string section. Dragging, following the conductor, still in admiration for him, the leader the one to follow.

But it didn’t last long. Driven by ego’s the string section was going fast and tended to break the delicate ambiance the conductor wanted. Deep slow tones of the tuba lead us back to our inner meaning. An overwhelming sound, unable to ignore. Gentle but determined.

We grew, sheltered by the composers love and longing to get into this uninhibited, chaotic, fast, almost impossible to control scherzo. Here I had to stand out for the first time, and had to show the audience my presence. We rolled on. At this part love and tenderness was only a side matter that couldn't keep up with the speed, the threat of what was to come.

That threat elaborated in my solo. I didn't start too slow, I wasn’t selfish yet I led the orchestra. Slowly, taking away the fear of the chaos Rachmaninoff made us feel. I absorbed the pain, the feeling that can settle down inside one's body for good. And I let it come out of my body, out of my lungs and bend it, through the reed of my instrument into sounds of passion. The tension was sensible in this big hall, the pain inevitable with passion, love and longing. When a human reaches his highest level of dedication, of ability to touch somebody's soul with a single note. A state of mind incomplete if not sensing the pain of the inevitable. But still working toward it because you know, you feel, if you don't go to the edge you will be searching for it all your life.

The orchestra calmed down in the last movement. I knew my feelings were shared, my destiny was sitting in the corner of the big hall. I didn't have to look to know where Tom and Natalie were sitting. I was lifted out of my chair, looking over the orchestra and the audience. Tom and Natalie joined me. The music got faster, louder, and more tense. The loud cymbals were the start of the ending. They beat, slammed the spirit into our soul so we wouldn't forget to live, to endure joy and embrace our faith with pain. Because only then we could touch others, be of meaning for the ones we love.

My clarinet felt like a kiss of both Tom and Natalie. I knew it would never get any better than this. I had reached the top, the top of what I was capable of. The applause was sudden and hard. Like a conductor pointing out to the soloist I pointed out to Tom and Natalie while we were still flowing above the stage like angels. They bent over, absorbing their well deserved recognition of importance for not only my life but for humanity.

I came down to earth when the conductor actually pointed out to me and I stood up while 2000 people were applauding for me. I looked over to Tom and Natalie and wanted to run over to them, ask them if they heard the assignment, and drag them to the darkest corner of this old building and make love to them while the sound of the play was still echoing on the walls.

We walked off the stage. As soon as I got to my phone I texted Tom to go to the outside artist door quickly. I was still in my concert clothes when I fell into the arms of Tom and Natalie and I pulled them in while kissing and touching them.

The dark inside of this old building is dirty with what seems like thousands of hallways, corners and hidden rooms. Tom and Natalie were running behind me while we got deeper into the soul of the architectural piece of art. I randomly opened doors until I found a more or less clean room and we went in.

 

[coolpen]

This is what the Colosseum in Rome must have been like in its prime – dark corridors where one could get lost too easily and the shadows cast by Lyn, Natalie and me bouncing off the walls were as if wild animals were following us as Lyn dragged us deeper into the bowels of the building.
But here we weren’t about to break into the glaring sunlight of the arena and the baying of the crowd. Here we we’re destined for something even more primaeval, the urge to couple with each other, driving Lyn on in a crazy search for a room where she could slake her need of sexual contact with Natalie and me.

Lyn was high as if dosed with amphetamines from the effects of the concert and her part in it – a part acknowledged by the conductor and echoed by the audience but now she needed something more physical perhaps even violent, to be the receiver and not the giver.
She opened doors as we passed them, some needed only a glance to tell her it wasn’t suitable while others needed more attention until at last, she found one that suited her needs, a few chairs and a desk, no comfort here but comfort wasn’t what Lyn was searching for. She held the door for Natalie and me and then closed it, leaning against it with a look that was almost triumphant.

I knew what I had to do and went to her, kissing her deeply, pulling her to me so that my erection pressed against her and then my hand finding the zip at the back of her dress and opening it in one swift movement that allowed me to pull the dress off her arms and shoulders and let it fall to the floor around her feet.
He bra was next and again I unfastened it and slipped it from her arms revealing her breasts.

Her nipples were already hard and I pinched one whilst taking the other in my mouth and sucking on it, rolling my tongue around the areola and nipple.
Somewhere in the background I heard a crash as Natalie swept the desk clear with her arms, papers, pens and a lamp crashing to the floor and the lamp suddenly illuminating the room at a crazy angle, throwing hard shadows off the desk’s legs onto the ceiling.

I pushed my hand under the fabric of Lyn’s panties, my fingers searching for her and finding her slot, hot and wet with her need and she shivered as I stroked her with my fingers, finding the hardness of her bud and then further, pushing two fingers into her and feeling the roughness of her G spot, beckoning her excitement.
Lyn had her face buried in my shoulder and I glanced behind me to see Natalie sitting naked on the desk, her legs spread wide in anticipation, so I raised an eyebrow as if questioning her to which she nodded her response. She and I were ready to have Lyn, to use her for our own pleasure but also to take Lyn to that new place that she’d seen with Natalie and me.
I turned her to the desk, bending her over it so that her face was pressed between Natalie’s thighs against her sex and her butt was spread before me, inviting me.
I looked at Natalie and I could see her pursing her lips and giving her my hand, she it filled with her saliva and I spread it liberally over Lyn’s rosebud and my cock.
Again, I raised an eyebrow as if questioning her and she nodded her response.

We were ready, me to penetrate and fill Lyn and Natalie ready to receive Lyn’s tongue.
I pressed my erection against Lyn’s rosebud, feeling her resist at first and then holding tense as I started to stretch her.

This was a movement that Lyn had never played before.

 

[PrincessLyn]

Time in this room has stood still. It seemed like the stuff stored in it was not used to light or warmth. We were invaders, absorbing the cold, the silence, the vibration of almost a century of music echoing to the walls.

My eyes were open but I didn't recognize anything. My body, my mind was focused to be touched, like this night Rachmaninoff touched the audience. Now I was the spectator, the one to open up my soul and let me touch my deepest inside. Parts of my body, my soul that had never been touched before.

Tom undressed me quickly. I just felt the cold air touching the surface of my skin while my inside was burning. I knew what I wanted and Tom knew. Now I was selfish and I felt entitled to be so. I gave my best, my soul, my ability, my years of practicing to touch 2000 people from the bottom of my heart, and now it was my turn.

I bent over, leaning on a stool while Tom struggled with his pants. The scene was unreal. The room, the light, it was anything but appealing. My tits, my belly hanging down and my ass protrude to be conquered. No touching, no caressing, no kissing. The music could start with a big fortissimo, like the sound out of the lungs of 60 musicians.

Tom's cold hands embraced my hips. My body trembled with anticipation and excitement. His penis was hard and I could feel it slamming on my butt, my rosebud, rubbing between my cheeks and over my vulva. His hands went around to my abdomen and with a force that pushed a scream out of my body he thrusted into me, into my vagina. I looked back over my shoulder, into his eyes. Tom was composing his masterpiece. The melody evolved in his ability to all my senses.

With every thrust I had to hold on tight to the chair. His dick pushed, squeezed my bladder. I felt sex, inside me, on my skin, smelled it, heard it, and experienced, knowing what happened, knowing what i felt but still curious for the nuance, hoping and longing.

I relaxed, my muscles, my breathing. My vagina turned numb before Tom positioned himself. His thumb caressed, pushed and opened my rosebud. All throats of the entire choir, from soprano to bass, screamed as Tom pushed …

 

[coolpen]

I don’t know what to make of Lyn.
She’s just given a bravura performance in front of two thousand people who gave her a standing ovation and now it seems she wants to be degraded, to be used, almost as if she feels unworthy of the accolade she’s just received from the audience, not wanting or perhaps unable to accept just how gifted she is.

Natalie enjoys anal sex, has told me that she desires it, sometimes she asked me directly for it, enjoys the feeling of being filled in this different way but Lyn?
I know she enjoys sex, likes the intimacy, likes the physical closeness that sex brings but this?
Should I deny her, believing that her motives for wanting to be taken this way stem from some inner sense of inadequacy? But I have no right to make that decision for her. All I can do is be gentle with her; no violent invasion of her, certainly not this first time. Perhaps familiarity with this will lead her to say once was enough or perhaps that familiarity will whet her appetite for more.

I can feel her tense as I press my erection against her rosebud and move as slowly as possible so that Lyn can relax enough to allow this first penetration to carry no pain but to feel so enjoyably different that she’ll weave it into her sexual repertoire so that when she plays the Rachmaninoff again she with have pleasurable memories of this moment.
I hold her hips to steady her and increase the pressure, feeling at first Lyn’s resistance born of the unknown and then a gradual relaxation as my bulb at first presses against the tightness of her sphincter, a tightness that gathers strength against my entry until suddenly I’m in her and the hardness of my erection replaces the wider girth of my bulb.

I pause like this, allowing Lyn to become accustomed to this new sensation but she doesn’t react so I press again, ever deeper into her, letting her savour this new sensation of my member entering a space that has so far been a private domain, and slowly, ever slowly pressing on, feeling her adjust to what is happening until I’m fully into her heat and wait until she releases the breath she’s been holding and then as she breaths in again I withdraw almost completely and then press into her again as if pressing the air from her lungs and timing my thrusts to meet her breathing. I release my hand from one of her hips and find her slot, so wet with her arousal and her clit hard and ready for my touch and so we start, my slow rhythm matching her breathing and my fingers on her clit in synchrony, ever on, ever faster as her breathing become more excited as my fingers stroke her clit, timing myself so that my orgasm will match hers, so that as she releases so will I, filling her void with my semen as her orgasmic juices run over my hand.

It won’t be long for either of us but it must be right for both of us so that this almost fragile person who’s so different from Natalie stays in my life and wants me in hers.

 

[PrincessLyn]

Tom hesitates, unsure if I want this and why I want this. My legs get weak from relaxing my pelvic muscles. I could not tell if the moist on the inside of my leg is my vaginal moist or my pee. From what I feel, or don't feel my valves are open.

Slowly Tom pushes his extensive big cock to my rosebud. Telling from the blood pressure pounding inside my brain he is inside me. He has a firm grip on my hips and with all his power he pushes his cock deeper and deeper. I feel my intestines being moved inside me, moved all the way up to my lungs, pressing the air out of it with a loud moan, or is it a scream? The deepest inside of my body feels a sensation I have never felt before while the surface of my body, my skin, and my primary sexual feelings are numb. I am losing my last virginity from the body part I kept private for so long. But more importantly, Tom touches my deepest feeling, my deepest senses, senses I knew that would be inside my body, but I couldn't reach myself, could unleash. Only a standing ovation when I am on a stage comes close to this feeling.

The senses on the surface of my body are turned off. Noises seem to come from deep inside my brain. I can see Tom's hand stroking my clit, going inside my vagina. Long wips of moisture are dripping down from between my legs. My vagina must be on automatic mode because from my feelings I could just as well be peeing. My sight seems better than it ever was but I can not register what I see. I see Natalie, she has her finger to her lips but i can not determine rather it is her mouth or her vagina. I can see details in the room very sharp, a pencil on the floor, the tiny rubber sole on the heel of Natalies pumps. I can see it despite my body being pushed in a steady quick rhythm.

All of a sudden my eyesight gets blurry. My breathing stops and for a second I wonder how I can start breathing again. Tom strikes faster and faster. I hear a scream in the room that comes from my own lungs. Tom is filling my inside with warmth while my whole lower body caught the fire that was smoldering so deep inside me for so long. Like a wave of hot lava it spreads from the tip of Tom's penis inside me all over my body. For a second, a minute, an eternity I am not alive. My body and mind are separated, in between I am flowing on a cloud of ecstasy. Tumbling, with my legs wide, catching flying music notes, swallowed by my vagina and composing dark and heavy music. I show the world my inside, my body from within my feelings of longing, sex and desire. I perform for them the melody of my feelings.

I am shivering, shaking and the moment my senses come back to my skin I feel I am addicted like a junky addicted to the rush of heroin. It is not the sexual stimulation, not the nerves that have never been carressed before. Not even my longing for this man, his manhood. No, it is the feeling of being loved as a human being. Not as a woman, for having a vagina and tits. No, I have been made sex to for the person that I am. Worth to be fucked from my rear. My ordinary rear, open and relaxed, trusted in the hands of Tom. Just like I am worth being a solo clarinetist, not because they needed a woman, but for the musician that I am, the best.

I turn around, look Tom in the eyes while my hand goes to his firm butt and the other hand goes down between us. Down behind his balls where my fingers meet. I caress his sensitive spot while my fingers go back, deeper between …

 

[coolpen]

Lyn’s eyes are wide as her hands find my balls and further between my legs to my rosebud.

We all, both men and women, have places on our bodies that are so sensitive, so responsive to erotic touch and Lyn knows mine as I know hers.

There’s no hurry here, just a slow, rhythmic stroking of my member in and out of Lyn’s anus and now that she has become used to this new sensation, she has enough spare capacity to spare some attention to me by caressing me just as when she has settled into her orchestral performance she can, from time to time or between movements, enjoy the ambience of the concert hall and the audience before refocussing on the music.



It’s the same now between us; after the first nerve jangling rush through the basement corridors and her being undressed, my first pressure against her and then my entry into her was like the opening bars of the orchestra and the conductor glancing in her direction.

A breath taken, her tongue caressing the reed then the first bold notes and now? We’re both into our performance, Lyn savouring this new sensation and me stroking back and forth, enjoying the heat and tightness of her, feeling the ripples running through her belly, our mutual metronome beating at 44, slow and sensuous, my finger tips circling her clit and her fingers on my balls and rose bud.

There’s no second movement, no brief interlude, just a steady accelerando, striving for those last few bars, delaying for a few more moments until I feel her vagina clench around my fingers as she orgasms and the release of my hot seed into the darkest chasm of her body, filling he with my heat.

And I pause, fully inserted, waiting for Lyn to signal that for now, this performance is over, and both of us knowing that we shall play this duet again.



And I love her for it.

 

[PrincessLyn]

We walk out on the streets. Everything seems different. The air I breathe, the way people look, the rhythm of the traffic. I know it is me who changed and not everything around me.

The eruption was one that changed the world. This was Vesuvius bursting out, not only to destroy Pompeï but also to create Naples. An eruption to be felt over 2000 years. Spreading warm fertile soil while destroying the old arrogant self love. I feel bigger than life while walking these streets with Tom and Natalie. I am this earth. The bay of Naples is my vagina, to be enjoyed safely. Filled with water, water we need to stay alive. The coastlines are my labia. Rough, bounding, merging the land with my privates. Riding along makes you feel like going to a special place. Capri is my clit. The journey is worth it but it also feels frightening. Standing on the cliffs, seeing the rough sea pounding against this little rock in the ocean. One wants to protect it although it has been rising from the water for thousands of years. But across the little island lies the danger. This beautiful landscape that inhabits the biggest danger. The fire that melts rocks is the beauty of this land. Undoubtful this magma leads to the deepest inside, the living soul of the earth.

I am holding Natalie's hand. I want to feel her, her delicate soft skin, her gentle body. I want to be close to her, hold her, feel her support, her semblance. All women, all love and female power. I want to channel it while holding her.
The slightest squeeze, touch, change of grip, every step, doubt and look is recognized, acknowledged and felt through that touch. Natalies fingers around the back of my hand, our palms pressed tight together, feeling our warmth heating up makes me dizzle.

Tom has activated my physical volcano but at this moment another fire is ignited. I can feel every breath, every heartbeat and every muscle inside Natalie's body. And I know she feels the same. Our hands are burning, melting together. Suddenly we stand still, looking in each other's eyes our lips are drawn together. The kiss, even if it is the most intense kiss I ever felt, is just a droplet in a hot volcano. Just a beginning. Her eyes look right into my soul and I see hers.

Her tongue feels like mine, our breathing matches and when I look into her beautiful, heaven coloured eyes, I not only feel but also see that we are one.

I always wanted to feel alive by touching as many people as possible by the music coming from my soul. Now I only want to touch two people and these same two people touch me from my deepest inside.