Cab Ride

She went to the airport to surprise him, and share his ride home. He had been gone for a week on business, their longest separation. It was plenty of time for her fertile, sexual imagination to work on her. During the nights she’d become reacquainted with all her toys, the ones she used a lot, and the ones she’d forgotten.

He had taken a cab to the airport after checking his car into the garage. But, that wasn’t what she told her girlfriend. When she asked her girlfriend to drop her off at the airport, she’d said his car was at the airport, and they’d ride home in it. But, what she really wanted was to share a cab ride back.

The cabstand outside the baggage collections point was quite typical. There was a line of cabs from different companies. She had come early so she could pick the one she wanted. Five or six cars down, she saw it.

The cabstand manager had seen her walk down the line of cabs, and took notice of her again when she approached him. She was quite petite, yet very slender, with a long, graceful neck, accentuated by the way she wore her hair. Her body was also slender save for her really ripe bosom, and round, womanly bottom.

She was wearing a dress that was made out of a silken material, with diagonal black and pink stripes. It went from her shoulders to just below her knees. The top was finished in a black, faux-fur edge, and hung on her beautifully from a neckline that went almost off her shoulders to plunge in front and back. The dress had seven large black buttons closing the front, and a wide, black belt that gathered tightly at her waist.

“I’d like to hire that cab, there (she pointed), number 5 down.”

“Lady, you get the next one in line. All right? Is that all right?”

“Well, you see, I really want that one there.” She held out a twenty-dollar bill.

He looked at the cab, dirty windows, older model, some bang-ups and dents, the driver a large man slouching as though asleep, indifferent. This was a one-man show, and not a very good one. He looked at her again.

“Lady, are you sure?” He didn’t believe her.

Her striking blue eyes were laughing at him and his discomfort. “Well you see (she said it quietly like she was telling a joke), I think he’s from the same neighborhood that I am.”

The cabstand manager didn’t believe her, but by then he didn’t care. He gave her the cab she wanted because he decided he really liked her. Men really liked her. It was a power she had.

When he pulled up, the cab driver hustled out to open the back door for her.

“Have you got any luggage, lady?”

“No, but we’re picking up someone else. I want you to circle the airport and come back here to arrivals. His plane is coming in about 20 minutes.”

As he pulled away, he adjusted the mirror slightly in order to be able to check her out as he drove. She’s a little blonde, dressed very nice, and classy looking. Her hair is brushed up and away from her neck and ears, and rolled into a soft knot on top of her head, making her taller. Little wisps had escaped to soften the back of her neck and ears, and forehead. She was looking at him, checking him out too.

He’s a very tall black man. His hair is done in totally unflattering, tiny pigtails, spaced irregularly over his entire scalp. His nose has been broken at least 3 times. One such attack has left him with a squint that makes one eye look smaller than the other. His unapologetic grin revealed an excess of gold. He’s well over 6 feet tall.

Before he pulled away, she handed him $100, and a slip of paper.

“Here’s what I want. My husband’s been gone for a week and a half, and we are going to have a lot of very personal things to discuss. We often talk about very personal things while we’re out driving, but since he’s been gone, we’ll probably have more to talk about than usual. I want you to take your time getting us to this address. Do a nice job driving us around and don’t let anyone interrupt us.”

“Little lady, it’ll just be us. Do you and your husband do this kind of thing very often? Or, is this a special occasion?”

“First time,” she said, “something in the way of one of his fantasies.”

She was feeling hot rushes, and she wanted to stretch, but she held it. She patted her skirt below her belt, and rubbed her thighs together feeling the egg she’d inserted into her pussy, a wireless vibrator with about a 6-inch, flexible wire antennae that hung between her legs. She took the remote control out of her purse and began to experiment. When she turned it on very low, it still buzzed her so good she froze and caught her breath. She looked up but couldn’t tell if he saw her. (He did).

Once she got it going, she was able to turn it up and begin to learn her range. By the time they got back to the terminal, she was enjoying constant sensation, but she was still able to walk and to converse.

“Wait here,” she said.

He hustled to get around and open her door. Helping her out of the car and noticing the dazed look in her eyes he got her pointed in the right direction. She was beginning to like him.

As she walked down the wide hallway to his gate, she realized that the juice from her moistening pussy was beginning to creep down the little flexible antennae that dangled between her thighs. She almost swooned.

—

I was really surprised she came to meet me, and then I wasn’t. She was that kind of girl. Then she gave me another surprise. Her kiss was a long one, wet and lingering, and she held me really close.

“Can you feel it,” she asked?

“What? Feel what?”

She pulled me down the hall and into a narrow side corridor, and pulled me in for another close kiss. This time, she pulled my hand between us so I could feel between her legs the subtle vibration emanating from her Mons Veneris. She grinned at my expression. I looked down the corridor to see if it presented any possibilities. But she took my hand and quickly moved me back into the hallway, and out to the cabstand.

Outside, she maneuvered me over to a cab that she already had waiting. This had to be one-man cab company. No cab company could put together a fleet of cars that looked just like this. This was an old, beat-up sled of a Chevy that probably had a V-8 that could go 150 miles an hour.

We slid into the back seat, a big, wide, lounge of a seat. The bucket seats in front were divided by a wide console that was flat on top, and rode just above the level of our seat. The driver was leering at us to see whom she was bringing back. He was like his car, with a beat-up face and a body that looked like it could go like hell.

She sat next to me, grinning at her private little joke, her challenge to me. I liked to buy her sexy clothes to see what it would make her do. She liked to put me in challenging situations to see what it would make me do.

And she was hot! Her little grin had an edge to it, stimulated by the lust moving her. She didn’t just want sex. She was having sex, in front of both of us! And by now, I just wanted to have it with her.

“Drive,” she said! I reached for her as the cab pulled away.

— I pulled away from the curb and made my way into traffic as soon as I could so I could watch that little white bitch and her man. I thought that she would do something. You know, there are some women who dress up and go the whole nine yards, but don’t go the whole ten yards. Well, I just knew that she was going to go at least ten yards and maybe a whole lot further.

As soon as they got in the back seat they started cuddling and kissing like it didn’t make any difference where they were, they were going to get business done. As they were going at it, she spread to lift her right leg and hook it over his left leg. As soon as she did, he began to feel her up. He was probably feeling for that vibration thing she had going on. She started to moan.

He put his hand on her lowest button. They stopped kissing to look at each other, checking each other out on this. She grinned, and he worked the button loose. And then the next, and the next, until her dress was open up to her belt. She was wearing stockings, black stockings and a little black thong, very sexy, contrasting with her creamy skin. The thong was very small, and her lips were partially exposed. He started to rub her there, and it made her crazy. She was ready so fast, she couldn’t hold out!

“OH God, Honey, keep doing that and I’ll have to let it go! I’LL HAVE TO LET IT GO!!!…OOOHHH GODDD!! OOHHH!!”

She let it go all right. Her head rolled back and her hips shook spasmodically. She was fucking his hand and cumming. Her climax let go of her slowly, but she deliberately worked herself against his hand and fingers until she had worked it through. And I could swear that from the time he started to touch her until she came, she was checking me out to see if I was looking.

She was breathing heavily and it took her a minute to recover. “Oh, wow! I have definitely been waiting for that all week,” she said.

I thought the show was going to be over. But, once she recovered, she unzipped him. As she bent over to take him in her mouth, she swept her dress back and over her hip leaving her legs for me to look at. I pulled down my own zipper. I was getting so big it was starting to hurt, trying to bust outa my pants. I figured I could get in a few pulls while they weren’t looking.

—

Did I say that my little wife really knows how to suck cock? She knows just how to suck up the full length, and to concentrate right on the corona where the feelings are intensified until I’m just ready to cum, and then go back to the long sucks, denying my release and getting me hotter all the while. And all the time she does this to me, she is moans and hums like she is getting it done to her. So hot!

She is so good at this; she can even do it while checking out the cab driver to see if he was looking. Which he was, while trying not to look like he was. The sound of his zipper being pulled was distinct to me, as I am sure it was to her.

She loves turning men on. She’s beautiful, but when I met her, she didn’t think of herself as particularly sexy. So I bought her sexy clothes to show her a different way to look at herself; and I took her out to places to be seen. She reveled in the attention she got. I knew that this had to be stimulating her incredibly.

I reached behind the hip she had exposed to feel the swampy, wet juncture between her thighs, and rub her vibrating little pussy some more.

“OOOHHH God, Honey!” Her mouth came off my cock with a slurp. “THAT FEELS SO GOOD!” She had to stretch and move her sexy legs without breaking contact with my fingers. So she opened her legs again revealing her entire exposed crotch wiggling down and down to capture my fingers. Her head rolled as she moaned, and then her lovely mouth came back down again to engulf my cock.

It became a game to see which of us was going to make the other cum first. Both of us were fully committed to the show we were doing for the driver, who was now turning to look as often as traffic permitted. The cab was starting to sway. She won.

“OOOHHH SHITT! OOHHH, BABE, BABE!” As soon as I started to spurt, she took her mouth off me, allowing my ejaculation to shoot into her open mouth and to drip on her face. I was swooning, close to passing out with the sensations I was feeling. I recovered to the sound of her chuckling at having beaten me. Losing never felt so good.

She caught the cab driver looking at her and when she smiled at him, I knew she wasn’t finished.

“You’re not done yet are you, Sweetheart? What do you think you’re going to do now,” I asked?

“I’m going to make you cum again; real soon, too. Oh, driver? Find someplace to stop this cab for a while before you get us in a wreck.”

The driver’s eyes got real big. Then he drove us safely, but quickly through the streets while we continued to touch and make out in the back seat.

—

While we kissed and touched, we were driven down a ramp to first floor of a well-lit parking garage. The driver backed us up into an extreme corner that had a wall on side, and a wide support beam on the other.

“No one will bother you here,” he said to her, ignoring me.

“Are you sure about that cab driver,” she asked as she spread her legs wide for him, completely exposing herself, the crotch of her flimsy little thong pulled well to the side from our extreme foreplay. Her pussy was all drippy, and wet, and sexy beautiful. She smiled at him as she exhibited herself, looking to see what he would do.

He watched her, waited, in her control.

“Let me see it cabbie. I know you took it out, ’cause I heard your zipper.”

“Lady, are you sure you are ready to see this thing? Some women faint when the see it.” He grinned lewdly.

“Yeah, let’s see that thing, baby. I really like to look at big, hard cocks.”

He turned in his seat to show his large hand stroking a cock that had to be about thirteen inches long. It was ebony, blue black it’s entire length. The circumcised head was as big as a plum, and contrastingly, was a vivid, violent pink color.

She gasped when she saw it.

“That’s quite a tool, big man. I’ll bet you’re good with it.”

“Yeah, well, I bet you know how to use that nice little pussy, too. Course I don’t know cause you’re man went and shot his load before he got to fuck you.”

“Don’t worry about him, big man. I’ll have his cock in here before we get home. Besides, he helped me to learn how much I like to do this sort of thing.”

She had started to rub herself, gently up and down her pussy lips, while feasting her eyes on that impressive cock. His eyes roamed from her eyes to her puss, stroking and pulling himself, swelling to even larger dimensions.

“Cabbie, do you think you could use a little juice? Do you think that would make it feel better when you touch it,” she asked. She slid forward in her seat until her hips were on the edge, close enough for him to touch her.

“You better watch what you ask for, lady! If I start touching you, I might not stop. I won’t want to stop!”

“Just be nice to me cabbie. You know how to be nice and make a girl feel good don’t you?” She was teasing him, daring him.

He took his hand off his engorged member to reach for her pussy. She watched with wide eyes as those incredibly long, black fingers came to touch her shiny, quivering lips. She blinked and breathed a ragged sigh as he touched her, gently, wetting three fingertips with her sexy emissions. He took his hand away to rub himself with her juices, and then reached back for more. He touched her nice, and she began to purr and roll her hips so he could touch all the good parts.

She looked at me to see how I was doing. I was entranced. I’m one of those men who like his wife to be sexy with other men, and I’ve always helped her since I first turned her on to these adventures. I could feel the lust coursing through me, unabated, and I knew that the power of her performance was going to bring me back like a stallion.

She handed me her vibrator’s remote controls, and the reached down to spread her pussy lips wide. Her interior muscles were quivering and weeping with her sexual fluids.

“Get some more cabbie. See if you can reach inside and get my vibrator to come out.”

He reached to touch her again. Placing his index finger directly on her clitty, and using his other two fingers to penetrate her pussy. But, he couldn’t touch her that way and grasp the slick vibrator, too. He went deeper, and deeper, succeeding only in pushing it further up her vagina. I began to use the button to increase the vibrations, the whine of her toy growing louder as I did.

“OOOHH, Fuck! OOOHH, MAN!!! AAWWHH!! AAWWHH!! YOU GUYS YOU ARE MAKING ME A CRAZY WOMAN! DON’T STOP, OOOHHH!”

He couldn’t touch her clitty and go all the way in, too. So he withdrew his fingers to rub the juice on his prick, showing it to her, shiny now. She got a glazed look in her eye looking at it.

He reached for her again, now penetrating her with all three middle fingers, stretching her fuck channel. As he went into her, I increased the vibration. As he withdrew, I turned it back down. He looked at me for the first time in a long time, and smiled. And so we worked like a team on her, fingers in-fingers out, vibration up-vibration down. He fucked her with his fingers, and I fucked her with the vibrator. All the while she was gasping, sighing, and raggedly moaning.

“Be easy,” I said. “Try to keep her on the edge. I want to watch what she does.”

He withdrew his fingers to slather his cock some more. It was huge, now, and was beginning to drip a stream of fluid from the tip. She was looking with a combination of apprehension and fascination.

“I don’t think you’re getting enough, big man. Let me see what I can do.” She reached down to insert the tips of her thumb and forefinger into herself to grasp the tip of the wire antennae, and slowly pulled it out, followed by the egg. She dropped it on the floor, and looked at me. “See if you can slide behind me, honey,” she said as she pushed away from her seat.

I helped to position her onto the console that divided the front seats. Sitting behind her, supporting her, she was laying back on me with her head on my chest. Her legs were almost entirely in the front compartment, and spread wide over the console. I set the vibrator control down, and began to slowly work loose the buttons on the top of her dress. She moaned out loud when I did this, and I knew that the act of baring her like this was stimulating her coursing lust sensations, and making her juice even more.

Once the buttons were all undone, I pushed the dress off her shoulders, and down, exposing her wobbly, firm breasts. They were beautiful, with silver dollar sized areola and erect nipples that begged to be pinched. I was happy to comply.

She moaned and panted, high on her lust.

“I don’t think you’ll get it wet enough with your fingers, cabbie. I think you’ll just have to dip it,” she said.

“You want me to touch you with it?” He was withholding it, making her ask for it.

“Yes, yes” she gasped. “I think you really do need to put it there. It’s too big to do it any other way. I want it!”

He laughed to himself as he moved around to position himself right in front of her. He lined up and slowly pushed his cock down to make contact with her pussy. Once there, he began to rub it up and down her wet lips, thoroughly moistening the plum shaped knob on the end. He let his breath go in a long sigh as he rubbed the sensitive under tip in her wetness.

“OOOHHH, YEAH!” She was sighing and moaning, breathing as deep as a bellows, like she couldn’t get enough air. She was stretching, moving up and down as much as she could between the two of us, rubbing herself on the tip of his barb.

“Go ahead, big man! See if it’ll fit in. Put it in me!”

“You want me to put it in little lady? Can you take it?”

“Try to get it in. I want you to fuck me!”

He pushed down on his cock again. Moving the tip to the opening, he began to push, but met the resistance of a too small opening. So he began to work it, gently, firmly, withdrawing, and then pushing a little deeper, easing, and then a little deeper still. Amazingly, her little opening began to stretch to accommodate him.

Her keening moans now took on a ragged edge, and I knew that she was experiencing some pain. He held still.

“Don’t stop,” she cried! “It’s working, just the way you’re doing it!”

He continued to push in and out, just working a little deeper with each effort. Once he got the massive tip inside, she seemed to relax, and the pain left her face. She was breathing again with deep lustful sighs.

“Is everything going O.K., darling,” I asked?

“OOHH, Baby, it’s so huge! MY GOD, I have never had anything this big in me! OOHHH, OOOHHH, don’t stop, big man, don’t stop! Try to get the whole thing in me!” Nonstop words, sighs and moans issued from her lips.

As the women found their ways to their tables, I noticed a middle-aged man and woman enter the yard from the west entrance, escorted by one of the household servants. The woman was attractive, tall, and dignified; her short black hair streaked with gray. She wore a simple pastel-blue dress and matching shoes. In her hands was a small, black valise. The man was slightly taller than his companion and looked younger than she did. His facial features were sharp but not harsh, and I though he appeared rather handsome. He wore a three-piece, gray business suit but was carrying the jacket over his shoulders, ostensibly because of the heat, which was now hovering near eighty degrees. As soon as my aunt caught sight of them she called them over toward the table where she and Lenore were sitting.

“Oh, here they are!” my aunt exclaimed as she rose from her seat to greet the handsome pair. “Did you encounter traffic? I know you must have. Please sit down with us and have something to drink.”

The man and woman exchanged cordial greetings with my aunt and Lenore and were soon engaged in an animated conversation. I could not make out what they were saying from where I was sitting, but I heard shrieks of delight emanate from that direction every so often, which of course drew everyone’s attention. Estelle and Justine, who were just now making their way onto the lawn, headed straight for my aunt’s table and were quickly drawn into the conversation. Soon the entire table was in an uproar, which succeeded in piquing everyone’s curiosity.

“Okay, Phoebe, now don’t be rude!” Felicia exclaimed from a few tables away. “Tell us who your guests are!”

“I was coming to that!” my aunt replied good-naturedly. “Goodness, you are all so impatient!”

My aunt rose from her seat and spoke to the waiting crowd.

“Everyone,” she began, “this is my old friend Julia Edgewater and her husband John. Julia is an expert in the art and science of tantric sex. She has come here today at my request to give us all a demonstration of her unique methods. I’m sure you will not want to miss this, right ladies?”

Her question was answered with a round of applause and cheers.

“I thought so. We are going to prepare for the entertainment to begin in about a half hour, so please stay where you are.”

She sat down again and resumed her conversation with her guests.

I had heard the term “tantric” sex before, and knew only that it originated in India as a spontaneous and intimate form of lovemaking in which you learn to prolong the sex act through awareness and mediation. That this act was soon going to be demonstrated physically for all of us to see was something I was not going to miss.

“Hi Holly,” I heard a sweet, lilting voice say to me.

I looked up into the beautiful face of Ashley, her head silhouetted by the radiant sun behind her.

“Oh, hi!” I responded, surprised to see her. “How are you? Have a seat! Please!”

She quickly drew up the nearest chair and sat beside me. She held a bottle of mineral water in her hands.

I was happy to see her again. The last time we talked was several months earlier during the first tryouts for the “Long Shots” contest. Since then she had acquired a rich, golden tan, which made her large, gray-blue eyes appear even more stunning. She wore a pair of white tennis shorts and a white blouse. As she crossed her legs I noticed how great they looked.

“You look fantastic!” I said, meaning every word of it. “Mary Kate, too. You both look just…fantastic!”

She gave me a big smile. “So do you! I love your hair. It’s so beautiful.”

She took her right hand and ran her fingers slowly through my hair. “I’ll bet this is your natural color,” she said, admiringly.

“It is.” I replied, a trifle amused.

“It’s like running your fingers through milk chocolate!” she laughed.

“My mom is 42 now and her hair is the exact same color as mine. No gray at all.”

“Amazing. It’s so silky! I wish my hair were so soft.”

She gave my hair one last caress and let her hand fall to her side.

“I think your hair looks great,” I said.

“Thanks. I have to spend hours with it sometimes. I think I use too much conditioner.”

I had a hard time agreeing with her. Her hair looked lustrous enough to me.

“Where’s Mary Kate?”

“Oh, she’ll be here in a minute. She wanted to get a few snacks for the show.”

“Oh, that.” I said, finding it hard to suppress a giggle.

“What’s so funny?” she said, taking a sip of water.

“Do you know what tantric sex is?”

“Not really.”

I gave her a brief rundown on the subject, informing her in the process that my own knowledge was somewhat limited.

“It sounds nice,” she said. “Like taking a sex-ed class.”

“You don’t know my aunt Phoebe,” I chuckled.

“Meaning what?”

For a moment she was silent, contemplating the import of my last words. Suddenly her face brightened.

“You’re not telling me we’re going to see something lewd are we?”

“Oh come on, Ashley,” I chided her. “You were at the ‘Long Shots’ tryouts. You saw what went on there. Don’t be so naïve!”

“I am not naïve,” she replied with a sly grin. “The entire world likes to think I am—Mary Kate too. And I’m happy to keep it that way. But really, Holly, I am far from naïve.”

“Well, then, I’m giving you fair warning. Anything is possible when my aunt puts on one of her shows.”

Ashley smiled. “I’m looking forward to it.”

A few moments later Mary Kate came over and joined us. She was a bit more outgoing than her sister but less insightful I thought. However, I liked her no less because of it. As we sat talking, I noticed that John Edgewater had disappeared into the cabana while his wife began removing some things from her valise. My aunt ordered the servants to place one of the banquet tables in front of where she was sitting and it was upon this table that Julia was now placing several unfamiliar objects.

“We will be ready to begin in a few minutes,” my aunt told the crowd as the preparations were being made.

“Come on,” Mary Kate said. “Let’s move up close so we can see better.”

The three of us picked up our chairs and walked over to my aunt’s table. Teri and Drew were already there, seated next to Lenore and chatting away, oblivious to everything else. Soon, a large circle of women formed around my aunt and her guests, with a small pathway leading from the cabana left available for the return of Mr. Edgewater.

A few minutes later, Mr. Edgewater walked out of the cabana in a plain white terrycloth bathrobe. He strode confidently toward the banquet table where his wife was just then applying a thick coating of some white cream to her hands. They smiled at each other as he casually removed his robe and hoisted himself up onto the table. He had a magnificent body and the women showed their appreciation by serving up a chorus of cheers and catcalls.

“Nice ass,” Mary-Kate laughed appreciatively without taking her eyes of his naked body. “What do you think, Ash?”

“Absolutely,” Ashley replied, equally mesmerized.

“Now, now ladies,” Julia shouted to the crowd. “Let’s calm down, shall we? What you are going to witness today is the art of tantric sex: specifically, how to give your man the best orgasm of his life. This is achieved via an age-old tantric tradition that focuses upon particular hand manipulation of the man’s genitals. If you are able to acquire this technique, then you will have any man groveling at your feet. Now, watch and learn.”

Julia began by applying her cream-coated hands directly to John’s flaccid penis. He made no sound as she rigorously rubbed the lubricant over his cock and balls, taking special care to always keep her hands working together in tandem, regardless of where she touched him.

“She works very fast,” Mary Kate noted, as Julia’s hands became a flurry of activity.

“Yes, but methodically,” Ashley replied, her head cocked to one side, observing carefully.

I had to admit that Julia’s technique was unlike anything I had ever witnessed before or since. Within the space of thirty seconds John’s prick had become fully erect.

The crowd cheered and complimented Julia on her obvious skill. I just sat there in silent admiration as I watched her caress and tug on the ten-inch specimen, pre-cum now already visible at the tip of the plum-like head.

“Okay,” Julia began after standing back to admire her handiwork. “This penis has been denied orgasm for ten straight days, so you can imagine the amount of sperm awaiting release. Now, I advise you ladies not to come too close or you may get soaked. John tends to shoot very far when he ejaculates.”

Despite this warning, no one moved an inch.

“See here,” she continued, as she pointed to the thin strip of skin that lay just underneath the glans. “This little piece of flesh is very sensitive. You must be careful not to stimulate it too much or it will become over-sensitized and the ejaculation will not be as forceful.”

“Why is that?” Drew asked, while casually pouring herself a drink.

“Well, because once it becomes over-stimulated, the man can feel nothing but discomfort, and the whole process will be interrupted.”

Terry reacted like the proverbial know-it-all. “So, what you’re saying is, don’t screw around with the little piece of skin too much or the guy won’t cum.”

“That is correct,” Julia said without looking at her. “You can go to the head of the class.”

Terry seemed quite satisfied with herself and was about to say something else when John let out a loud moan.

“Now,” Julia admonished her husband, “let’s not lose our composure too soon. I have to show them everything.”

With that she advised the crowd of curious onlookers to pay strict attention to her hand motions, as these were going to produce the amazing cumshot we were all expecting to see.

“What I am doing now is kneading his testicles to help force semen into as small a space as possible. It’s like filling an already crowded room with more and more people until the room cannot contain one more person. Something has got to give.”

Her hands flew up and down on his slick pole in the most graceful and practiced way, and every now and then she would gently caress his taught sac until I saw it actually grow in size before my eyes.

“We all know what’s going to happen, don’t we girls?” said Drew excitedly, as she tilted her head to one side to get a better view.

Felicia said something in Italian that none of us understood. But it wasn’t hard to figure out her implication by the way Julia’s hands were now working their magic on the massive shaft. It was almost as if her hands were moving too fast for the human eye to follow.

My aunt and Lenore sat bemused, like two satisfied matrons, as they watched Julia perform her incredible handjob with assiduous skill. Lenore looked at me a few times to gauge my reaction to the performance. I could tell she was happy that Mary Kate and Ashley had befriended me, and that all of us were enjoying the show.

John’s entire body now began to stiffen and his hands were clenched. With every upward stroke of Julia’s hand, his mid-section rose off the table, humping her fist. Her hands were manipulating his entire genital area with the precision of a master craftsman. One second and her hand was pulling ferociously on the long, well-oiled stalk; the next, it was a fist that held the burgeoning head tightly in place as the other hand tickled and teased his full sac until she made him whimper for release.

Ashley stole a quick look at Mary Kate and both girls started to giggle.

“I think it’s so sexy when a guy creams,” Mary Kate said to me in a soft voice.

“I love it too,” I had to admit. “I hope he shoots a lot.”

Ashley laughed aloud. “By the way she’s jerking him off, I think you’re going to get your wish, Holly.”

I think she knew—I think we all knew—that John Edgewater was indeed on the edge. The white lubricant had long since vanished, and now, in it’s place, was a torrent of seminal fluid that covered the entire length of his huge dick. Up and down, up and down, went Julia’s incessantly stroking hands, showing him no respite, no chance for him to avoid the inevitable.

“Make it a good one!” Terry screeched, turning herself completely forward to get a better view.

Julia’s entire focus was now upon what she was doing and the immense pleasure she was giving her husband.

“See how this finger pushes up inside the anus,” she began excitedly. “Massaging the prostate will help produce a very robust ejaculation.”

“That’s what we want to see Julia!” my aunt Phoebe laughed.

“And this hand must milk the shaft just like this, without ever letting go,” she continued. “The constant tactile movement I am providing will help force as much sperm into the penis as possible. In this way, you will be able to control every aspect of the man’s orgasm. This is what Tantric sex is all about—giving the recipient the greatest pleasure.”

I could not believe how tirelessly she worked on him. She seemed to be possessed of a preternatural energy by the way her entire body—not just her hands—engaged itself in its lascivious task. One of her hands now held his penis at the base while the other hand milked the shaft with wild abandon. John screamed like a savage animal, and the collective heads of every woman in the audience bent forward, anxious to see the result of Julia’s efforts.

To my surprise, the energized motions of Julia’s hands suddenly came to an abrupt halt, and with her husband’s tool now reacting with uncontrolled spasms, she stepped back a few feet to witness the effect of her labors. What we saw at that moment was nothing short of amazing.

The huge cock began jerking back and forth as if it had a mind of its own. With no hand to guide it, and with the intense onrush of sperm literally forcing the blood-engorged tool to succumb to its own inexorable will, the unruly penis danced around from side to side in a series of abrupt spasms.

For a few moments the crowd of women held their breath in expectation of witnessing something spectacular. And then I suddenly found myself rearing back upon my chair as everyone began shrieking with surprise and delight, their collective eyes tracing an imaginary arc through the sky that seemed to terminate in my vicinity.

With the sun directly in my view and being devoid of sunglasses, I did not see the first jet of sticky sperm launch itself from the tip of Mr. Edgewater’s bobbing prick. Ashley had seen it, and shifted her petite body to one side as the creamy volley of hot spunk sailed a few feet above her head. All three of us reacted with surprise and laughter as the tail end of the trail of sperm made contact with Ashley’s left shoulder, while the bulk of the load made impact with a woman sitting a few rows behind us.

“He got you!” Mary Kate shrieked, as Ashley stared at the droplets of sperm that hung obscenely from her blouse.

The women behind us were laughing uncontrollably when they saw Ashley’s predicament, but they saved the most ridicule for the recipient of Mr. Edgewater’s huge offering: a middle-aged Sister whose French salon coiffure was copiously bathed in the sticky wash.

“Get me a towel or something, for heaven’s sake!” the victim screeched as she looked about for something to dry herself off.

A huge roar from the crowd suddenly diverted our attention, as the unattended prick began to release several bursts of semen one after another in quick succession. I literally counted seven distinct volleys, all very voluminous and shot a great distance—one rope actually flying over Julia’s head to land on Drew’s feet.

Drew laughed aloud as she inspected her newly christened shoes. “They say it’s good for the skin!” she remarked with a big smile.

Mary Kate and Ashley were beside themselves. I actually found their reactions even more entertaining than the wild cumshots themselves. As each new explosion of sperm shot out in whatever direction the pulsating and uncontrollable cock was aimed, the girl’s eyes would follow it to see where it would land, responding with unbridled laughter as the creamy spurts made impact with their various targets. One particularly long and stringy shot of cum flew over Mr. Edgewater’s head and landed on my aunt’s table umbrella, causing her to jump out of her seat. She jokingly reached out her hand beyond the rim of the umbrella to see if it was raining, and this provoked fits of laughter from the twins.

During this spectacle, Julia remained quiet and calm, smiling placidly at the penis she had manipulated into such a series of stupendous ejaculations. It was a testimony to her skills that her husband’s prick continued to cum for almost a minute, each ejaculation as powerful as the one before until, at last, the reservoir of sperm was drained dry. Accordingly, she received a thunderous round of applause.

“I never thought it possible that the tantric form of sex could produce such an amazing orgasm as we saw just now,” my aunt Phoebe shouted as she attempted to quell the crowd. “Thank you, Julia. You were wonderful.”

Julia seemed enormously pleased and thanked everyone for their kindness and attention. She and her husband walked toward the cabana amidst another round of applause and disappeared while Mr. Edgewater got dressed. They emerged a few minutes later and joined my aunt and Lenore at their table.

“Well,” I said to Mary Kate and Ashley. “What did you think of that?”

“It was great!” Mary Kate replied, her face all aglow. “Do they have tantric sex for women too?”

“Of course,” Ashley frowned. “Well, I hope so anyway.”

“I’m sure they do,” I said. “I just find it amusing that Julia didn’t need drugs or any special prolonged treatment to make her husband cum like that. It’s just a simple hand technique.”

“I know,” Ashley remarked. “But did you see how fast her hands were working on him? I don’t think it’s as simple as you think.”

“Maybe not. But I would like to learn more about it.”

“Me too,” Mary Kate said with a twinkle in her eye.

As the party progressed into the night I began to feel tired and was forced to take my leave of the twins and the other guests. Tomorrow Craig’s training would begin in earnest, and I needed to get my sleep.

I was happy to learn that all the celebrities were going to be in town for a few weeks and would indeed attend the “Long Shots” contest the following Monday. It would be nice to break up the routine of training by spending time with Mary Kate and Ashley. I felt so comfortable with them. They were both unpretentious, kind, and had a wonderful sense of humor. And, as I drifted off to sleep, I was reminded of Lenore’s high praise of the twins, and was grateful for their friendship.

End of Chapter 8