Article 87887 of alt.sex.stories: From: an368792@anon.penet.fi Date: Sat, 7 Oct 1995 17:47:31 UTC Subject: Shared Feelings (mf mff mindgame anal) [This story may be distributed freely by electronic means, provided that the text is unaltered and that this notice is included. Each user may make one hard copy for personal use. Other duplication requires the permission of the author.] Shared Feelings by Luke Let me take you back to last night. I was pissed. Brenda was being a bitch - in the nicest possible way, of course. My efforts at moving us toward sex were ignored, countered by innocent interpretations of my actions, and used to lead into garrulous accounts of friends and projects. We both knew what was going on, but I couldn't do anything about it. We'd earlier agreed to try a week in which Brenda initiated all sexual overtures. So now, on the second night, I'd gotten horny, but she wasn't into it. Tough luck, guy. I decided to try meditation to calm my hormones. While Brenda went on, I focused on a mantra from Heinlein, "money." No go. I couldn't keep focus and-worse- "money" became "moaning" somehow, with sexual overtones (surprise). I gave it up and tried instead to meditate into the sexual feeling. I focused on how hot I felt, put my other surroundings away, and noticed my hot groin, my tense chest, my quick breath. I visualized what I wanted - release - and flowed my feeling into that image. This was new to me, and it worked. I was really enjoying being so deep into desire. Brenda interrupted, she started rubbing me, touching and pressing. She scraped her breasts across my arm and stroked my shin with her foot. She smiled seductively. Now, I have to admit, though I'd wanted this just a few minutes before, I didn't want it right then because I was enjoying simply being into desire, and this was distracting. Why this perverse reversal by Brenda? It was a turnoff. What could I say - "Not now, dear, I have a headache"? I began to reciprocate her stokes, kind of mechanically, I guess. Then she started to cool down, became tentative. We were carried along a while by momentum, which ran out, our simulated passion ending in a break in the middle of a kiss. Brenda broke it off, asking "What's wrong?" "Nothing, why do you ask?" And so on. Eventually we got around to agreeing that it wasn't going anywhere, that failure was bad for our agreement about her sexual initiative, and that we'd do better next time. An amicable compromise. We went to the bedroom. Brenda left to take a bath. Alone again, I tried to regain my involvement in desire. At first it didn't work, so I used one of my favorite fantasies, about my neighbor Amy. Actually, Amy is only my favorite actress in this part; the play's the thing. Here's the fantasy. I'll skip Act I, which isn't essential. Act II opens with Amy strapped to a table, tubes running all over the place in a hospital-like room. Amy faces up, toward me. I'm wearing a surgical mask, drawing on an examination glove. I apply the water- soluble lotion to the middle finger of the glove, reminding Amy to keep calm, as this is for her benefit. She's squirming, asshole twitching in anticipation. I insert my finger a knuckle's worth, rotate it back and forth, then push up. Amy groans and pushes down. I drill it up. She begins to turn from side to side, restrained by the straps. I withdraw my finger and check the enema bag. The fantasy was making the meditation or whatever the right name is for it work. I was involved in my responses. I was feeling into the part about putting one ice cube into the saline solution when Brenda emerged from the bathroom, wet and flushed. She was half in a towel, using part of it to dry herself quickly. She slid into bed still damp. Very uncharacteristic - she's normally careful and controlled about getting things wet. She wrapped her leg over mine and breathed on my ear. I was a bit shocked. She never comes on this strong. Was this due to the new rules about sexual initiative? What was clear was that I'd better reciprocate or we were going to have some serious problems during the next week. Again, I was kind of caught, as my desire wasn't focused on Brenda at all, and I didn't have any time to build up my feeling for her. So I just kept on with the fantasy and kept feeling into it. Amy and the tubes and whatnot came back to mind and my pecker pecked up. I kissed Brenda and hugged her to me. It was too much effort to keep visualizing all the scene, so I used Brenda and the bed and the bedroom instead of Amy and the table and the hospital-like room. Let me say that I normally don't fantasize about Brenda - though she's a babe - because I'm afraid to complicate our relationship. She's not into a lot of the stuff I fantasize about (indeed, I fantasize about it because we don't do it), so it's could be awkward if I let fantasy and reality get too close together. I thought about running the tube into Brenda's ass. I got really turned on and kept pushing into my feeling. Meanwhile, back on the physical plane, I massaged Brenda's ass. She started grinding in me. She pinched my nipple (where did she pick up that trick?). I began circling her rosebud with my fingertip, imagining turning on the water flow. Brenda humped my fingertip! She normally doesn't like ass play; no reaction is her top-of-the-line response. I just kept going into it, thinking of releasing the clamp for the water to start flowing. My finger made a quick visit to her slit to pick up juice for my entry through the back door. Brenda helped inch my finger in. I put my thumb on her clitoris and worked the thumb and finger together for a while, both circling. I though about her getting full, bloated, heavy, urgent to let out. I could feel my excitement like a blanket on me. Brenda was getting incredibly excited, squeezing her nipple (that's where she got it), humping my thumb, then impaling herself on my finger on the back stroke. I began to plunge my finger into her ass, then stroke along her clit on the out stroke. Sort of like I wasn't there, I observed her come to a quick climax, hold me. Usually she wants to stop at one, as her nub gets sensitive, but now she went on herself, still rubbing. I figured this was my big chance. I stopped, put some lube on my cock and spread her legs. I eased into her ass very slowly, gently rubbing her clit. Now I didn't need the fantasy; I just kept focusing on what I was feeling. Brenda pushed out on my cock, so I slid in. She kind of hummed. I licked her nipple and pushed some more. She pushed into me. We began a slow fucking. This was the best ever. She was hot, tight. The lube made everything smooth. I was shaking with excitement. Brenda was flopping around, moaning and - the only time she's done this - half-screaming, two "ooooohhs." She revved me up. Brenda was so lovely in her passion that I felt this was right. Despite the excitement, I didn't come right away, I just kept going for about four or five minutes, Brenda getting higher and higher. Eventually she began gasping for air and jerking; she was trying to move faster and get to the top, but she just couldn't take it further. So I took us into orgasm. It was like a coming to the finish line for me. Brenda said it was like the burn from the noonday sun for her. Anyway, we came. Afterward, I pulled back to let her breathe, but she held me around the waist to keep me on top of her. The best ever. Our only assfuck to climax - and she didn't want me to pull out! We rested, cuddled, eventually slept. Actually, I kept the light off and my breathing regular, but I stayed awake thinking things over. Brenda's behavior was unusual. The quick turnaround come-ons, then the passion and lack of objection to anal sex weren't like her. They all fit my own passion and timing. Could she have been picking up subtle cues from me? But how could she have gotten cues through the bathroom door? Something to do with meditation? But why stay hot when I switched to focusing on reality? The answers weren't there, so I decided upon an experiment for the next day. I skipped my exercise after work and headed straight home. Brenda had shyly suggested we might have some action when she got home tonight. Brenda wouldn't complete her commute for another hour. As she always did, Amy walked her dog at 5:30, and I went out to talk to her. As we talked, I focused on my fantasy of her and on my own excitement. I got a hard-on but kept gabbing as if nothing were unusual. Amy looked flustered. After a few minutes, she excused herself and went back into her house, taking the probably surprised dog with her. I followed because I thought she'd probably be sexually excited, and I wanted to know for sure. I keep on thinking about my fantasy and knocked on the door. "Amy? Anyone home? Are you okay?" I pushed on the door, which opened. I closed it behind her. The dog, still leashed, was sitting in the front room. I led it out and tied the leash to the bushes. Back in the house, I called for Amy and stuck my head in one room after another. The fantasy was at the part where I insert the butt plug to keep the solution in when I arrived at Amy's bedroom. She was on the bed, skirt up, panties pushed to the side as her fingers worked her clit. Her other hand was inside her blouse, presumably exciting a nipple. My heart leaped! It worked! "Are you okay, Amy?" I focused strongly on my own excitement. Amy turned dazedly to me and stared. "Do you want me to help?" I sat down on the bed and stroked up and down along her vaginal lips. Amy looked away, then closed her eyes. I pulled up her blouse and nuzzled her nipple while I stroked. She moaned. I was getting even more turned on. Amy caught my hand between her thighs and squeezed. My cock strained toward freedom. Should I fuck Amy? No. But we both needed to get off. I decided to try a little domination. "Amy, listen. I will bring you to the best cum you've ever had - if you do what I say." I concentrated on my excitement. "If not, if you don't do what I say, you'll be hung up, frustrated and alone." I thought about the square root of 361. Passion cooled and I radiated numbness. "Do you understand?" Amy just looked at me blankly. I reached down slowly and took hold of her chin, tilting it up to me. I relaxed and looked intently into her eyes. I deepened my voice. "I will help you to climax. Pinch your nipple." I raised her hand to her breast, closed her thumb and forefinger on her nipple and pressed them together. This was exciting. I focused on my rising tension. "Harder, Amy, press harder." She closed her eyes and pressed harder. My cock swelled. Amy half turned and rubbed her thighs together. "Harder yet. Hurt a bit." She squeezed and arched her back a bit. I squeezed my cock. "Twist. Back and forth." Amy slowly turned her fingers. "Faster, harder." I was really getting turned on and let my excitement into my voice. Amy responded. "Circle your clit lightly with your right hand, Amy. Feel the connection between your nipple and your clitoris." Amy started rapidly rotating a finger around her button. I started jacking off in earnest, watching her. I intensified my feelings. "Tense your legs. You'll cum when you see me cum. Open your eyes.'' Amy looked at my hand on my cock. I leant forward and kissed her, focusing on the feeling, then leant back for the climax. I was too herky-jerky to shoot, so the cum just oozed quickly out. Amy fingered faster, then softly grunted and rolled into a ball on her side, exhausted. I felt loose - and happy: I'd been right! After a bit, I realized that I had blown my chance to actually see Amy in my fantasy or something like it. I wasn't ready for anything physical right then, and Amy looked pretty worn out as well. This whole scene was too much like cheating on Brenda to be a regular thing. Unless I could get Brenda involved, of course. A threesome? Brenda, while PC on political issues, had never shown any personal interest in women. Maybe if she was hot enough... I began planning. "Amy. Amy. That was tremendous. The best. I think you have one really satisfying orgasm left for later. I want you to have it. We'll wait a bit." I told Amy I had to go but to come to our house in an half hour, come straight to the bedroom. Amy had liked me for years, I knew, and I also knew she had had bad luck with boyfriends for more than six months. She'd come. "And don't wear panties." I couldn't believe I was being such a calculating shit. And that it was working. It reminded me of how dumbfounded Brenda was when her boss actually responded to a bimbo- type come-on by a woman at work. I quickly drove down to the store for supplies. I got to the house a few minutes before the time Brenda usually arrived. I made her an iced tea and wrote a note, saying I'd be back within the hour, ready for hot sex and asking her to go to the bedroom and wait, and to think about last night and tonight. Then I hid in the bedroom closet. After about ten minutes, Brenda came in and sat on the bed. I started toying with my nipples and cock, meditating on my pleasure and rising blood pressure. Brenda began her own show, stroking her breast through her blouse, then sinking back on the bedspread. As I watched, I got hotter and grew into the sexiness of it all. Brenda had her fingers busy below when Amy walked in the open door. Amy was surprised and shocked. "Oh." She flushed. Brenda stopped. Oops. I tried projecting as much excitement as I could, and Brenda, groaning, fell back on the bed. Amy bit her lip, and her knees buckled slightly. She turned and went into the bathroom. I couldn't see or hear her. I concentrated on sending excitement, but I was losing it, and so were they. Fuck up. I came out of the closet and went in the bathroom. Amy was sitting on the toilet seat, motionless. She smiled when she saw me. I took her hand and led her back to the bedroom, thinking of what to do. "Okay, Amy, lay down on the bed." At the sound of my voice, Brenda looked up. When she saw Amy, she bolted upright. "What is this? What are you doing?" The game was up. "Brenda, I have to confess. I've long had a fantasy and, the past few years, I've visualized Amy in the fantasy. It's sexy but not sex, exactly. I wanted to act out the fantasy with Amy... " Amy started. "Wait a second, I never agreed to act out any fantasy. Certainly not in front of Brenda!" "Yes, I imagine not," said Brenda, "and why did you tell me to wait here thinking of sex, you bastard?" I was sweating. Things were coming apart. "Brenda, I asked you to wait because I didn't want to be doing things behind your back." "So you manipulate me? How is that an improvement?" I decided to be bold. "Be quiet for a moment. You're both ruining things for yourselves, all so you can score a few debating points. Forget the negativity for a while and focus on our real feelings and connections. We have been close for a long time and this is part of that. Just relax and listen to your heart, your true feelings." I imagined them getting hot, squirming with desire, which got me hot, which I amplified. "Amy, lay on your stomach," I firmly commanded. She eased herself into position, face down on the bed. "Brenda, if this is turning you on at all," I said, as I projected as much as possible of my tingly nipples and a growing erection, "then do as I say and lift up Amy's skirt over her back." Brenda, looking flushed, leaned forward and hitched up Amy's skirt until her entire behind was exposed. I got hotter. They got hotter. "Amy, spread your arms and legs as far apart as possible." She spread-eagled herself on the bed, then I got Brenda to bring out four nylon stockings - I told her we'd replace them if necessary. "Use the stockings to tie her to the four corners of the bed." As I watched Brenda tie Amy to the bed frame, my breathing went faster. I felt into my tension and excitement. I picked up the lubricant from beside the bed. "Okay, Brenda, warm this up a bit, then put it in her ass." Brenda made a face, but she took the tube and squeezed some on her finger and transferred it to Amy's rosebud. Amy jumped a bit at the cold. "Spread it around inside her. Do it like you'd like it done for you." Brenda hesitantly pushed some of the goop in with her forefinger, then came out and pushed some more in. As I got excited by the sight, Brenda relaxed and began rotating her finger and angling it in and out. Amy pushed back against the intruder. They went on for nearly two minutes, with slow, increasingly sensual strokes. "Brenda, now go to the bathroom. You'll find a new enema and tube in the closet. Fill the bag, attach the tube and come back here." Brenda went right away, without any question. I knew she could hear me, so I went over to Amy and played with her nipples, talking about it all the time. Then I squeezed her ass cheeks. "Do you want something else between these, in your ass? You're going to get it, you know. It'll really fill you up." Amy started wriggling her butt and pumping against me. When Brenda brought the bag and tube back, I looked into her eyes. "Do you want to put this into Amy?" Brenda nodded. Good, I was probably too excited by now to do it myself, and I broadcast that feeling - we shared everything now. Brenda bent over Amy and slowly put the tip of the nozzle to Amy's asshole. "Grease it up first," I said. She stopped to get the lubricant and applied it, then again put the nozzle to the dark hole and, with a little turning, eased it in. Amy let out a low "ah," and relaxed her ass. Brenda kept inserting the tube, sometimes pulling back a bit before pushing in again. Her left hand went to her breast and began playing. "Now lift up the bag and release the clip." Brenda did, and the water flowed in, not too fast. I went to the bathroom closet and returned with the butt plug. Brenda and I kissed, my tongue wetly stroking hers. I handed her the butt plug and took the enema bag, flipping the clip. She massaged Amy's buttocks, then pulled out the tube. Brenda bent down and looked closely at Amy's ass. I said, "Amy, you're leaking. Let Brenda fix it." Amy nodded a little. Brenda placed the butt plug up against Amy's asshole. I was going out of my mind with anticipation and firing the emotion around. Amy squirmed, and Brenda rotated the plug up her ass. Amy pulled on her bonds and gave a little sob of excitement. I couldn't let Brenda alone, so I teased her twat with two fingers. Brenda almost jumped into my fingers, humping as she gave the butt plug a final push. We both looked at Amy, then turned and kissed, our hands roving over each other. I whispered, "Have her eat you." Brenda's eyes flashed. Then she moved to the head of the bed and scooted in front of Amy's head. Lifting Amy by the hair, she put her pussy under Amy's lips and said "Do me." I started stroking Amy's ass, and Amy started licking and lapping. Was I hot enough to come without any contact? Was Amy? Nearly, but I was afraid that the excitement might die. I slapped Amy's ass cheek, one side then the other. Brenda said "Yes!" and humped herself against Amy's mouth and nose. I was really ready to fuck someone but - the butt plug being in the way - no hole was accessible, and Brenda was too far gone to suck me off. I pinched and slapped Amy a few more times, then removed the butt plug. Before she could leak, I eased into her. Amy began jerking her hips back against me. Seeing Brenda pinch her nips as Amy mouthed her had me floating in a sensual high, but then Amy's pumping soon got to me and I began to approach climax. Brenda started 'ah ah ah' sounds and closed her eyes. Amy became disorganized in her pumping so I took over, ramming it home until we both came, just after Brenda flopped over, exhausted and happy. Later, we untangled and Amy went to the bathroom, then home. I'll spare you the awkwardness. So, I'm writing to you now, hours after this highlight of my sexual life. You are my e-mail friend, and I need your advice. How should I handle this? Should I tell Brenda what I suspect? Should we continue with Amy? Should I tell Amy that her dog is tied to the bushes? Let me know.