Names Have Power: Tim's Magic Voice Makes A Harem (9 page)

“Thank you,” both Ashleys said.

“Blowjobs are a special case,” I continued, “Not
only does the man hate to wear a condom during a blowjob, but the woman
dislikes it too—”

“Amen,” said Ashley Sue.

“But if I don’t put on a condom, you run the risk
of catching something. So what do you choose for me to do?”

Ashley Sue and Ashley Lynn shared glances, then
Ashley Lynn said to me, “This first time, I want to taste you naked. Mom, what do
I do now?”

“Pull his shorts down, honey, and help him step out
of them.” When Ashley Lynn had done that to me, Ashley Sue continued, “Now get
your nose close to him. Smell him.”

“His cock smells weird, Mom. I can’t decide if I
like the smell or not.”

“Some women like the smell, some don’t. Now, stick
out your tongue and lick whatever of his cock you can reach.”

“Oh, that’s
ni-i-i-ice
,” I said.

“See, honey? He likes that. Now take the head in
your mouth, and slide your lips down the shaft and up again. Uh-huh, do it
again, down and back, like it’s a warm Popsicle.”

“Teeth, teeth!” I yelped. “No teeth!”

“Open your jaws a little, honey,” Ashley Sue. “Keep
your lips on his cock, but don’t scrape him with your teeth.”

“That feels good,” I said. “You should know that—oh
yeah, Ashley Lynn, just like that—if you speed up, you get me off sooner, but
if you go slow, my orgasm is more intense when I finally do come.”

Ashley Sue said, “But you should know that if you
go fast, muscles get tired. But if you take a long time to get him off, your
knees and jaws and lips start hurting.”

Five seconds later, Ashley Lynn speeded up to
pogo-stick speed. Maybe thirty seconds later, I gasped, “I’m going to shoot.”

Ashley Sue said, “I never let your father come in
my mouth, honey.”

But Ashley Lynn didn’t change anything, except to
speed up even more. I couldn’t help it, I started moaning—it was a better
blowjob than I was expecting, and I was getting it from an innocent virgin
while her mother advised her. The situation was too hot for me to stay calm.

I lost control; I spurted. Ashley Lynn whimpered
when my cum first hit her throat. I gasped, “Your choices now are to spit it
out when I finish cumming—”

“MMM-mmm,” Ashley Lynn said, while still
mouth-fucking me.

“—or start swallowing what comes out. I can’t
control my ejaculate. I would really like it if you keep milking me till my
cock gets small and soft.”

She didn’t spit, and she didn’t stop. She did,
however, slow down. I could learn to like ministers’ daughters.

A minute later, I said, “You can stop now.” She had
a little trouble getting up off her knees. When she was standing, we
French-kissed. Then she smiled at me and asked hopefully, “So was I good?”

“Girl, you have a talent,” I said.

Ashley Sue asked, “Why did you suck him off and
swallow him?”

“Because the strawberry blonde told me earlier that
girls who don’t swallow are cockteasers and bitches.”

Ashley Sue looked at me and asked, “Is that what
you
think, Timothy?”

I said, “My feeling is, sucking off a man and not
swallowing is like baking him a cake but not putting frosting on it—why make
the effort if you plan to give him only half the enjoyment? Of course, if he’s
twisting your arm to get that blowjob in the first place, managing his orgasm
is a good compromise, I suppose.”

She frowned. “You never force women to give you
blowjobs?”

“You remember Gothika, the third Ashley? What do
you think she’d do if I pushed her to her knees and demanded, `Service me,
woman’? She’d castrate me with her teeth. But trust me, when she sucks my dick
of her own free will, she makes my spine melt.”

I felt a tug on my arm. I turned to look at Ashley
Lynn, who asked, “So really truly honest, you liked my blowjob? I did good?”

“Yes, Ashley Lynn, you should be proud of your
blowjob technique.”

“YES!” she exclaimed. I must say, a fist-pump is an
interesting thing to see, when done by a bare-breasted teen girl.

I then said, “Just remember in the future, Ashley
Lynn, `No teeth.’”

Then I said, “Now it’s time to pay you back, girl,
oral for oral.” Ashley Lynn’s nipples got hard. I bent down and sucked on those
nipples, which made her start breathing hard.

I removed her skirt. I sat her on the edge of my
bed and pulled off her panties. Her pussy was wet, and its odor was strong.

I knelt by the bed, draped her legs over my
shoulders, and then I started licking her pussy up and down.

She gasped, she moaned, and she thrashed around.

Just as her mother had, Ashley Lynn loved it when I
sucked on her clit. The girl’s response was “OH MY GOD, MOM! OH WOW, OH MY GOD!”

And then she grabbed my head and pulled it against
her crotch. She made a long-lasting, high-pitched, wordless sound as she came a
second time.

I pulled Ashley Lynn up my bed to where her head
lay on my pillow, and then I lay on top of her. I had not kissed the mother
except briefly, but I necked with the daughter, groping her tits and pussy
while I was kissing her.

Then I stopped kissing her to say, “You enjoyed
your pussy-licking, didn’t you? But wait, there’s more!”

I gave Ashley Lynn a peck on the lips, then began a
ski run down her torso. I kissed the girl the same way the girl had seen me
kiss her mother.

Ashley Lynn moaned and writhed when my head got
near her crotch again.

Then I heard a slurpy sound to my left. I glanced
over, and discovered that Ashley Sue had a hand busy in her panties as she
watched me pleasure her daughter. I thought,
My Power strikes again.

Thirty minutes later, Ashley Lynn was more than
ready. As she lay on the bed, she watched wide-eyed as I condomed my cock. Then
I got on top of her, looked in her eyes, and said, “This is the last minute of
your virginity.”

She said, “I’m ready, but your face smells like,
you know, pussy.”

“Washing my face
now
would ruin the moment.
This problem will come up again in your life, by the way.”

She shrugged. “Then fuck me now, Mist—fuck me, Tim.
Put your cock in my pussy.”

I did—or I tried to. I got the tip in, and it hit
an obstruction. I pushed with my hips, broke through the obstruction, and
Ashley Lynn gasped. It was not a gasp of delight, but of pain. She clutched me
with a painful grip.

Ashley Sue said, “Timothy, can you not move till
she stops hurting? Honey, it only hurts for a little while.”

After thirty seconds or so, Ashley Lynn nodded to
me. I fucked her slowly. She made several grimaces of pain, and I felt
something in her pussy scrape against my dick.

Her face relaxed, as the scraping sensation
disappeared. Soon after that, she smiled at me. Soon after
that
, her
pussy got wet again.

Have I mentioned that I love a tight pussy?

“Ohh, Tim, you make me feel so good,” Ashley Lynn
told me. She lifted up her head and kissed me.

Soon after, she said, “Oh Mom, I could really get
used to this. Now I understand why Father preaches against it.”

Now she was breathing hard. She started thrusting
her hips to match my own thrusts, saying, “This is good, oh yeah, so good, that’s
it, oh yeah, like that…”

Meanwhile, in my head I was saying the Pledge of
Allegiance backward and reciting state capitals, just so I wouldn’t pop-off
before Ashley Lynn had
lots
of fun.

Soon she was breathing hard, like Darth Vader’s
sister. “I’m close, Tim. You’re getting me close, I’m so—I like this, I like
this, oh yeah…”

I said, “Come for me, Ashley Lynn. I want to give
you your first fucking orgasm.”

She kissed me again. “I feel—oh, I’ve never—oh yes,
oh god, here it comes, almost, almost,
oh god, oh god, YESSSSS!
”

Her arms tightened her grip on my torso. Her
hip-thrusts got frantic, and then she froze in place with hips upthrust. She
made loud and unintelligible noises.

I felt very proud of myself. Five minutes later, I
was proud of myself again.

I’m told that it’s unusual for a girl to climax,
the first time she is fucked. Well, either I’m an unusually good lover, or my
Power was in action again. Ashley Lynn came twice when I fucked her; and of
course she’d already climaxed 3,746 times while I’d eaten her out.

And if
I
was surprised that Ashley Lynn
climaxed twice while she was getting fucked for the first time, Ashley Lynn’s
mother was flat-out
amazed
.

After I got out of bed, I trashed the condom,
washed my face, and brushed my teeth; and by then, the Ashleys were mostly
dressed. After I myself got dressed, I gave the mother a long, slow kiss, then
I did the same for the daughter. Then we walked out of my bedroom.

In the living room, Gothika and Slave Jeanette were
watching that morning’s Ellen Show. When Gothika saw Ashley Sue, the lesbian
stripper grinned at the minister’s wife and said, “Sex is a lot more fun when
you don’t follow the rules, isn’t it?”

Ashley Sue’s face showed realization. “You’re
right, staying respectable gets in the way of great sex.”

Ashley Lynn said, “I don’t know what great sex is
yet, but my pussy is happy. You two are
totally
lucky that Tim can fuck
you every day.”

Gothika said, “He doesn’t fuck me, he fucks Jen-Jen
here. She’s half hetero—not that there’s anything wrong with that.”

“I’m confused,” Ashley Sue said. “You’re a
stripper, with huge implants. How can you be a lesbian?”

“I was born a lesbian, but I choose to be a
stripper, and I chose to get implants. But back to Tim—if I ever decide to fuck
a guy again, Tim will be that guy.”

“I love you too, Ashley Holly Baker,” I said.

Chapter 16
Invited To Church

The next few days were uneventful. I made a new
commercial and, as I’d promised Gothika, she had a part in it. A
big
part, actually—

I had “entertained” the Ashleys Effib on Monday
night. On Wednesday night, my doorbell rang. Standing outside my front door was
Brother Simon, his wife and daughter, and another woman.

Standing behind her father, Ashley Lynn looked
confused. Something was going on, but the girl hadn’t figured out what.

“Yes, can I help you?” I said warily to Brother
Simon.

Ashley Sue was trying to catch my eye, as if she
was trying to silently pass on a message. But I couldn’t figure out what she
was trying to say. Also, I noticed that Ashley Sue looked sexier
somehow—something about her makeup was different.

Brother Simon said, “Mr. Simon, you know my wife
and daughter. This is Mary Bell, our church Choir Director. May we come in?”

One of the rules that good salesmen know is,
Take
charge of the relationship.
So you better believe I spotted what Brother
Simon was trying to pull. I replied, “No, I’ll just step outside instead.”

As I shut the front door behind me, I said to
Brother Simon, “I ask again: How can I help you?”

Brother Simon’s bad attitude of Monday was
completely gone. “Mister Hanson, I’m giving a special sermon at our ten o’clock
Sunday service, about something of special interest to you. So I’m extending a
special
invitation for you to attend our service.”

“Simon, that is nice of you, but Saturday is big at
the dealership, and so I work till late Saturday night. I always sleep late on
Sunday morn—”

“Mister Hanson, I can understand why you’re saying
no. I acted nasty and immature the other day.”

“Simon, you were all that and more. Thanks for
admitting you were wrong. But I wasn’t kidding about Sunday morning, I
need
that time to recover.”

Ashley Sue took a breath. “Timothy—”

Brother Simon whipped his head around. “Ashley Sue!
You don’t need to speak here. Let Mary and me handle this.” Then he turned to
me, all smiles again. “Mister Hanson—”

“Mister Hanson,” Mary Bell said, “I’m
very much
hoping that you will come to the service.”

Brother Simon frowned. I thought,
Aha, Mary Bell
is going off-script. The plot thickens.

I turned to Mary and said, “It’s nice of you also
to ask, but the answer is still no.”

As I spoke, I looked Mary Bell over. She was
clothed modestly, but that was where the modesty stopped. She was looking at me
in a sexual way, sending me a “For a good time, call” vibe. Which she was good
at—porn actresses take classes to learn how to pout like that. She was a bottle
blonde; and while her tits weren’t as big as a stripper’s, they were bigger
than average.

Was Mary Bell wanting to hook up with me? Or was
she trying to lure me into something? I couldn’t say. And what was Brother
Simon’s game? I decided I didn’t want to know.

I looked at Brother Simon, as I reached for the
front door. “If you’ll excuse me—”

“Would it help if I beg?
Please
, Mr. Hanson,
come. And if you can, bring your, uh, houseguests.”

I glanced at Ashley Lynn, who shrugged. Ashley Sue
was again trying to beam thoughts into my head—unsuccessfully. Brother Simon
watched my face. Mary Bell’s expression, I couldn’t read.

Brother Simon continued, “But bring yourself to our
Sunday ten o’clock service, I beg you.”

Oh, hell. What kind of heartless bastard would I be
if a man was reduced to begging me for something, and I told him no anyway? I
sighed and said, “Okay, fine. Ten a.m., I’ll be there. But I might be yawning.”

Brother Simon, smiling, turned to Mary Bell. “Did
you hear that, Mary? He told us all he’d be there Sunday.”

She nodded. “I heard him.”

He turned back to me, and thanked me, smiling all
the while. But his smile was
off
, somehow.

I glanced at Ashley Sue. At last I could read her
face’s unspoken message:
You poor fool.

Why? I would go to a church service—there’d be some
singing, an offering taken, and a sermon. What could go wrong?