The Meeting Point (24 page)

Now Angelo was tying her tits. The flesh was squeezed and twisted into awkward bundles, it was arousing and strange to see her body so tensely bound. Her nipples strained and peaked, reddening with the constriction. It was an effort to keep her head up, but Angelo must have noticed and added some rope into her hair, braiding them together and suspending her head too. Frustration was creeping in and her cunt was angry with a feral need. Watching the others only added to her craving.

“Please, I need to be filled, I need you,” she wailed, and stared at Angelo's dick as it bobbed while he worked. He stepped through the webbing and knelt between her open thighs while everyone except Mae looked on. Even Lena had managed to twist around to watch her lover's handiwork.

Angelo took a thinner rope this time and slipped it between her labia, first pulling one side and securing it against her thigh, then the other, leaving Deborah to feel more incredibly exposed than she'd ever been. He pushed his nose up against her yearning, tender clit and breathed in deeply, making a contented sigh as he exhaled. When he stood, his erection showed her his satisfaction with her aroma, and without any more warning than that, he grabbed the ropes and pulled her onto his hard cock. It was so hard, Deborah felt like it could have been carved from actual wood itself, only the warmth of real flesh let her believe it was actually him penetrating her. And how. He stood utterly still, the only muscles he used were his arms, pulling and jerking her cunt onto him, hard. Impaling her over and over again. It was the oddest sensation, as if she was fucking a beautiful statue.

* * * *

Lena's chest was being crushed by her own weight as she lay over Birch's lap, succumbing to his attentions on her pussy. She thought about the moment when they'd first made love with the older couple. They'd been watching them for a while, and Mae blew their cover, basically storming out and demanding to take part in whatever it was they were up to. She wanted to know the secret. The secret of that space where even Lena was slipping into during sex. And between those trees, they'd shown her.

It had been an incredible experience, and she and Angelo had come out of hiding to take part too, all of them taking turns licking, tying, fucking, feasting, and all coming together into a strange, surreal place of pleasure, creation, and devastation all at once. It had only lasted seconds, but she could see the eternity stretching out before them all if they wanted it. Thoughts of Marcus and Deborah had kept her tethered to this world.

Today, when Lena had seen the couple sneak through the trees, she could have screamed with delight. She had completely understood the hesitation they must have felt, but now as she gasped for breath through the pleasure of being Birch's plaything, watching them both let go into this seven strong group, Lena felt whole. For the very first time, she completely understood what it meant to be a sexual spiritual being and knew that no matter what, everything was going to be all right.

Her pussy was tightening around Birch's fingers as he tried to invade her with more, stuff her full with sensation. She was holding on tight to the here and now as her orgasm began to scale and surge.

“Stop, Birch, stop,” she gasped through her hair and scrabbled off his lap. He let her go and smiled, taking his glistening fingers into his mouth and sucking her juices away. She took a moment to stare at Angelo's ass cheeks tensing and releasing as he pulled Deborah onto his cock. It was a work of art the way he had her suspended. Lena felt a hand pull at her thigh and smiled down at Mae who had left Marcus to crawl between her legs.

“This is fucking hot, don't you think?” Mae squeezed her own breasts together and spread her knees, leaning in to lick Lena's yearning folds.

Lena stilled inside and looked around at the writhing bodies. The air between them all seemed to vibrate with that other worldliness that she'd come to experience recently. But there was something else too. The oppressive static hung thick and heavy like an electrical storm about to take place. All the hairs on her body rose in unison as Mae's tongue swept over her clit just as a thunder cloud rumbled closer. It was like the power gravity held over them had been suspended and everything was lighter, yet held in by the aura of sex and the storm.

Mae released Lena's bud just as she was starting to jerk and slithered up her body to her face.

“I think it's time,” Mae said and kissed her softly before taking her hand and leading her to Angelo and Deborah.

Lena glanced over her shoulder to see Marcus flanked by Hazel and Birch serenely making their way to the web too. Angelo was untying Deborah's legs and her face was flushed. Lena liked the way he had parted her pussy with lashings of twine and so, it seemed, did Mae who ran forward when he began to loosen them.

“No!” she squealed excitedly. “Leave them there. I like the look of that.” And so, with Deborah still bound, Mae cupped her exposed sex and fingered her roughly while she panted.

Lena reached out and caught Birch's hand, beckoning the trio closer to the action. She turned to kiss him, and a shiver ran up her back when Marcus suddenly came up behind her and kissed her shoulders. It felt so good to be sandwiched between two solid men, feeling them lengthen and harden to her front and back. Oh, how she would let them both in. Her pussy twitched hard and swelled as she imagined behind taken by both these giants at once. Their arms wrapping around her to each other's torsos. The turn of their buttocks as they pumped and slid past each other inside her.

It was Marcus who explored her wetness first, testing and teasing her, spreading juices from her pussy to her clit then back up to her ass. Tensing, despite her arousal, Lena glanced around to see what Hazel was up to. She and Angelo were now tying Mae in amongst the webbing, and Angelo seemed to be presenting her with something. While Birch began to fondle her breasts, Lena strained to see what the gift could be. Mae looked up at her with a wicked gleam in her eye, lifting the prize to show her. A beautifully carved phallus with perfect balls at the base caught the last shaft of afternoon sun before a storm cloud obliterated it.

God, was there no end to the man's talents? Her body was rippling with the pleasure of being tended to by two males, their scent and pheromones pushing her closer to the edge. But she wanted to watch what Mae was doing too. She wanted to splinter into six different pieces so she could fuck and be fucked by every single one of them. Lena's legs seemed to spread of their own accord, and the men were naked now...or had they always been? Hair and hardness rubbed against her, marking her as theirs as they hoisted her in unison, each cock straining at an entrance. Emotion and lust swelled in her chest, and she felt like she might cry until she watched Mae fellate the wooden cock until it was wet and shiny. Now it was lust that had Lena growling.

“Fuck me,” she implored, and the men obliged, stretching each orifice on the end of their cocks so much she thought she might split.

Just as Birch eased into her desperate pussy, Mae looked Lena in the eye then plunged the fake dick into Deborah's clutching cunt. Angelo ducked under Mae's ropes and promptly began to take her from behind. Mae had artfully positioned herself so that Lena had a full view of all the action, ramming the dildo from the side and Angelo bending his knees so she could see the underneath of Mae's full cunt.

Hazel was working Deborah's nipples with a fine switch—almost like a lace. It was delightful to see the puckering and trembling of her breasts as they were teased. Lena's attention was brought back into her own body as Marcus's heavy breathing signaled the moment of penetration. She relaxed and closed her eyes, breathing into the space he was taking to allow him entry. It was incredible to feel so invaded yet yearning for it, she wanted to take them in, cradle them to her soul within her. It was such a huge moment and the waves of pleasure were increasing as he inched inside her, opening her up tiny muscle by tiny muscle. She opened her eyes slightly as the two cocks slid past each other just as they had in her fantasy, to see Birch's bicep twitch. That was it. Her clit jumped and peaked and was rewarded with the merest hint of Birch's pubic hair tickling against it and pushing her closer to the brink.

The storm was getting closer and as she rose into that surreal space, Lena knew the seven of them were in the very eye of it. The trio shuffled closer to the foursome in the webbing and hands reached out to hands, fingertips to breasts, tongues to tongues, lips to lips. They became a teaming mass of writhing bodies and Lena slipped out of herself and joined them all in their mounting pleasure.

Angelo had produced two more wooden dildos, and Hazel had one firmly jammed inside her by Birch's free hand and the other was slowly being inserted into Mae's beautiful ass.

Lena slipped and swarmed through her lovers, feeling their pleasure while being fully aware of her own. The cocks inside her had found their rhythm and pushed and pulled her into that sweet oblivion. She was gushing with ecstasy now and reached her arms around her lovers.

* * * *

Tears fell from the corners of Deborah's eyes as the sensations overwhelmed her. It was more beautiful than she ever imagined to be there and making love with all her companions. Hazel flicked something over her nipples which seemed to be crying out in blissful agony while Mae expertly licked at her clit, ramming her g-spot with the dildo. Deborah felt the last bit of emptiness fade away as she began to soar, looking around for the light of her lovers as they too broke free of themselves.

It was Lena, sweet Lena, who met her first. Her face shining with the wonder of being a spiritual sexual entity. It was just glorious, and Deborah's cells felt like they were bursting with joy and serenity. A strange mix of being completely at one with her body and soul, yet completely detached from physicality. She was flipping from the physical to the spiritual with every new wave of pleasure and desire. Her pussy was convulsing and streaming with arousal as the fake dick pushed in harder and faster until she could barely breathe with the intensity. Lena was grasping her, breaching the boundary of skin and bone, flying through her and coming in wave upon wave of celestial joy.

Deborah looked around at the group, light and vibration was surrounding each and every one of them and suddenly, like a kindled flame catching light, the fire rose and roared. The seven of them were coming together in a trembling mass of moisture, electricity, and light. It was like a shockwave of energy of atomic proportions uniting. Fragmented footage of nuclear testing flashed before her eyes and Deborah entwined with the others as they rode the building mushroom cloud of orgasm.

At the apex where everything stilled, they were suspended above the clearing. In a vacuum of silence and peace, they all shared each other then looked below. The ravaged land was all around them, devastation reaching out to every horizon. Their Eden had shrunk to the clearing and as they watched, it disappeared further until there was only the here and now.

Deborah stared into the eyes and souls of her lovers and wrapped her arms around them. They held hands and the circle got smaller and smaller and their energy increased. Deborah knew she no longer existed in the physical realm, but her heart soared, her mind raced and flashed with images and memories that were more than her own. Smells and feasts of flavors and sensations overtook her and she climaxed from the inside out and back in again. She was riding a tornado of intensity as she felt her lovers coming too, experiencing the power of them all.

They came and merged as one, and Deborah was nothing but pure and blinding love.

The storm died down.

Their spirits settled.

And the world started all over again.

 

 

 

Tabitha Rayne has been told she is quirky, lovely and kinky—not necessarily in that order or by the same person. She writes erotic romance and as long as there's a love scene, she'll explore any genre.

Her short stories are included in anthologies from Cleis Press, Ravenous Romance, HarperCollins Mischief, Xcite, Oysters & Chocolate, Burning Books Press and House of Erotica. Her novella,
Mia's Books
won a Reader's Choice Award with TwoLips reviews.
The Meeting Point
is the final book in The Clockwork Butterfly trilogy from Beachwalk Press.

Tabitha also has a passion for sensual art and loves to paint women.

 

Tabitha's Website:

www.tabitharayne.co.uk

Reader eMail:

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Book 1:
A Clockwork Butterfly

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Book 2:
Taking Flight

The prequel to
A Clockwork Butterfly

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Book 3:
The Meeting Point

The sequel to
A Clockwork Butterfly

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