Chapter 37:Which Cleopatra is she?

Michael was speechless for a second. He rubbed over the same spot again, feeling another intense burst of pleasure ripple through his loins. “Th-that’s what you feel when I hit your G-spot?” he asked.

“That’s it. Now try my clit.”

He moved his thumb up between his pussy lips until he found the familiar raised bump, and slid his slick thumb over it. His hand clenched involuntarily at the jolt of sensation, pressing his fingers into his G-spot and teasing his clit again. “Oh, jeez!” he moaned out loud. He slid his other hand down so that he could massage his clit and do a proper job with the fingers he had inside himself, and soon he was lost in the incredible pleasure of bringing someone else’s body to orgasm.

When it came, it felt different from his own climaxes. It started in the pit of his stomach and spread rapidly down his legs. Surges of sensation lashed from his pussy up to his nipples and back down, like lightning strikes seeking Earth. Then a wave of pleasure rippled out from his cunt, washing over his whole body. His spread legs stiffened and his back arched as his fingers continued their frantic work at his clitoris. In his mind he could hear Lucy screaming out her climax and his ears filled with her voice as he screamed out his own.

He collapsed onto the bed, breathing hard. His body was covered in sweat and there was a delicious sense of exhaustion seeping through his limbs. “That,” he said, “was quite something.”

“Y-yeah,” Lucy stammered. “Next time we’ll have to try it with a multiple.”

Michael groaned and allowed himself to slide back into his own body. “If I have to go through that multiple times in quick succession, I’ll croak,” he told her. Then he slipped the covers off himself, moved on top of her, and slid himself into her sopping pussy in one easy motion.

When Julia returned from her business trip, Lucy and Michael had gone to her house for an evening meal, which had continued into a night of three-way sex. Everyone was forgiven their trespasses and their odd relationship appeared to be back the way it had been before Michael’s little explosion. Now, for example, Lucy was lying on a sun lounger in Julia back yard wearing the tiny red bikini that Michael had found in her drawer the week before. Julia was kneeling beside Michael, her mouth wrapped around his cock, tongue stroking along the shaft in a delicate way that was driving him completely nuts. Supposedly, this was all to further his education.

“Which Cleopatra is she?” Lucy asked.

Michael concentrated hard, trying to clear his thoughts enough to reply. “The first one, I think,” he thought.

“Hey! Very good.” Lucy said. “The first, right? I don’t know how you’re doing that with your cock in her mouth. I know what she does to my pussy with that mouth of hers and I have trouble thinking straight, never mind projecting.”

‘Projecting’ was what Cleopatra referred to it as; Michael called it telepathy. He tried some more. “She was a Syrian princess married off to one of the Ptolemys so that Syria got free of Egyptian control.”

“Oh,” Lucy said aloud. “You didn’t answer my question about Julia’s mouth.”

Michael groaned in reply, his hips twisted as he tried to suppress the strong desire to push his cock up into Julia’s throat. Lucy was right. It was something he knew he would never say aloud, but Julia was a much better lover than Lucy. Lucy made up for a lot with sheer enthusiasm, but he guessed that there were some things she would only manage with experience. Her ability to use her cunt muscles was getting better by the day; he knew that Julia and Cleopatra had been explaining a few things while his back was turned and Lucy had been practicing. There were methods of torture that Julia had perfected using her mouth, however, that Michael wondered if it were possible to teach.

“Sheer talent,” he managed to project before his balls began to boil. “I’m cumming”, he groaned out loud. Then Julia slipped him out of her mouth and did something, and he was not. “Oh, god, not again.” Her mouth slid down his shaft again and he was off into pleasure too intense to handle.

“The party’s tonight,” Lucy reminded him.

“I remember. Should I pick you up from your place?”

Lucy listened to the words in her head and replied, “No, I’ll walk ’round to you. Your place is closer to Janine’s, and I want to keep you away from my Dad.”

Julia’s mouth left Michael’s cock and she looked over at Lucy. “Lucy, try to just think things for him to react to. He has to learn to read thoughts as well as send them.” She flashed Michael a grin and went back to work with her mouth and tongue. Michael’s eyes rolled back in his head and his hips jerked again.

“Okay, what would you like me to wear tonight?” Lucy thought, trying to enunciate her thoughts carefully.

“Hey, wow, it worked!” Michael’s thoughts floated through her upper mind. “Um, I don’t know.”

“Well, do I go for virgin, slut, or full-blown whore?”

“Did I hear that right?” he asked aloud.

“Yes,” she thought.

He grinned as visions of what she might come up with floated through his mind and his cock pulsed in Julia’s mouth. “Okay, go for whore.”

“My master’s wish is my command. I’ll definitely need to wear a coat on the way out of the house; Dad would freak.”