Cautionary Tales (11 page)

“Now I need to recover my ball,” she said. “Spit it out.”

He tried, but the thing was now in him too deeply. It wouldn't come. His violent orgasm must have shifted it upstream, as it were. “I can't.”

“Then I must help. Hands and knees.”

He assumed the position. She stood, pulled the head off one of her clubs, inserted it deeply into her well-lubricated vagina, rotated it, and brought it out dripping. Then she inserted it carefully into his rectum. He feared it would poke him painfully, but it seemed soft, almost flexible. It twisted around, probing deeper.

“There,” she said, as there was a click.

“There?” he asked.

“It found the ball and fastened on it. Now hold steady as I draw it out.”

He remained in place, while she drew on the shaft. He felt the ball moving. It pushed by the prostate, stirring his penis back into erection despite its recent performance. It came up against the sphincter, then squeezed through and out.

There was the ball, hanging from a thick cord. How had that gotten in there?

“Flexible shaft,” the Queen explained. “Firm when I want it, limber when I need it.” She shook it, and it snapped firm, then went limp again.

Well, she was the Queen of Clubs. She could make them do her bidding.

Jack got back to his feet, his erection resurgent. The Queen noticed. “Poor boy! I worked you up again, didn't I!”

“Yes,” he said, half ashamed.

“Then we had better fix it. I'm no tease. Down again.”

He got back down on hands and knees, and she worked the ball back into his rectum. It remained attached to the cord; he could feel the drag, and saw the club handle behind him. It was a weird sensation.

The Queen slid under him. “Down,” she said, taking hold of his member.

He lowered himself onto her, and she guided his penis inside her. Then he thrust, and thrust again. It took several, but soon enough he ejaculated satisfyingly enough.

“Youth is wonderful,” she murmured, kissing him. “Twice in fifteen minutes.”

“I guess so,” he agreed.

When he ebbed, she rolled him over and off. She pulled on the cord, and drew the ball out again. “But I think that's enough. We have golf to play, so the King won't be suspicious.” She smiled, indicating that there was an element of humor there. The King surely knew all about their liaison, and anyway she wasn't cheating on him, according to her protocol. Just testing a new sex toy.

“To play?” Jack echoed dumbly.

“This is a golf course. We'll play nine holes.”

“But I never played golf!”

“You will do well enough. We're not keeping score.”

They played, both naked, teeing off from the correct spot. It took him nine strokes to complete a three stroke hole, but she was patient.

By the time they completed nine holes, he was tired. But horny again. It showed.

“We'll go clean up,” she said, to his disappointment.

The disappointment did not last long. She put him in a huge tub, and joined him there. She produced another golf ball, this one with a cord of several inches attached, and fitted it into her cleft and vagina. “Now it is in me,” she murmured. Then she removed it and worked it into him. “And in you.” Then they had great sex in the hot water.

She treated him to a banquet for two, and ushered him to her bedroom for the night. There they did the routine again, and he slept. It had been the greatest day of his life.

The last thing he remembered before he drifted off to sleep against her warm breast and hip was her fond conclusion. “I believe you will do, Jack. You are virile and amenable. I regret I can't keep you for my own.”

He woke in a completely different environment. He was on a golden mat on a mound of coins, naked. As far as he could see there were more coins.

A woman appeared. Another Queen, with a red crown fastening down her riotous red hair, and fancy red royal gown. Her sleeves were embroidered in diamond patterns. “Hello, Knave,” she said, smiling.

He organized his thoughts as quickly as he could. “The Queen of Diamonds.”

“To be sure. I manage the King's finances. It's a full time chore, so I have to import entertainment. Clubs reports you are naïve and potent.”

“Uh, I guess so. I was actually looking for the Queen of Hearts. There was an ad.”

“Of course. You handled the first interview well. This is the second.”

Things were starting to fall into place, obscurely. “The Queen of Clubs—she—”

“And so shall I,” she agreed briskly. “Shall we proceed?”

He looked around, daunted. “Here?”

“Naturally.” She shrugged out of her robe. She was every bit as luscious as the other. He especially noticed her perfectly rounded derrière. Not that he was any experienced judge, but it made him eager to get closer to it.

But there was that other aspect. “She—”

“Yes. The same rule applies.” She lifted a smoothly shaped diamond rod with a swollen bulb. “The royal dildo.”

“Uh, yes,” he said dubiously. The thing was considerably larger than a golf ball.

The Queen sat on a large bag of coins, spread her legs, and slid the dildo into her vagina, working it around. He was amazed that she could do it, for the bulb was large, but her hole turned out to be capacious. It expanded slowly around the bulb, absorbing it fraction by fraction, until the whole of the bulb was out of sight. “Now it is in me,” she said. “My sex toy.”

It certainly was. Watching her play with it, imagining how it must be stroking her internally, turned him on almost painfully. It was as though an invisible giant was probing her, distending her anatomy for his brute pleasure. That marvelous bottom of hers was obviously built for action. The juices of her arousal leaked out around the shaft and dripped to the mat. The juices of Jack's own arousal echoed hers; his penis and scrotum were bathed in slippery flow.

When the dildo was completely slick, she drew it evocatively out, savoring every nuance of its pressure. She positioned Jack and nudged him with the bulb. He knew the routine, and desired the culmination, but had some doubt. “I don't think it will fit,” he said.

“Nonsense. We shall make it fit,” she said confidently. She increased the pressure, but his sphincter resisted. The thing was simply too big. “I don't think—” he started to repeat.

She tickled his scrotum. Caught completely by surprise, he laughed. His rectum flung out with the heaving of his stomach, and was half impaled on the bulb. “Excellent,” she said. “Now bear down.”

He bore down on the firmly held target, and slowly his anus yielded until the bulb navigated the tight sphincter. It was like passing a giant turd, in reverse. She slid it on into him until she judged it was deep enough, requiring him to clench on the shaft. He felt full, as if he needed urgently to defecate, but rose to the challenge and closed in it. He could feel the pressure against his prostate, stimulating it to urgency. He was urgently ready.

“Now it is in you,” she said. “My sex toy.”

“I am your sex toy,” he agreed. He was more than happy to go along with the protocol, knowing it was leading to phenomenal sex with a phenomenal woman. The kind who would never look at him in real life, let alone allow him into her.

She laid him on his back on the mat on the bed of coins, and came down on top of him. She guided his member into her orifice and squeezed, as she had around the dildo. “Show me your power,” she murmured, kissing him passionately.

He erupted. This was if anything even more powerful than the first one with the Queen of Clubs. For one thing the bulb was pressing against his prostate, urging it to empty itself completely, and his sphincter was clenching rhythmically against the shaft. He felt as if his semen would jet up ten feet if not confined by her vagina. This was a new kind of sex, and he was discovering he liked it.

She kissed him as he finally relaxed and slid out of her. “Clubs was right. You are potent. It is a pleasure to interview you.”

“Interview? It feels like sex.”

“That is the nature of the interview.”

“But why? Why not just, well, let me have it without the other?” But as he spoke he remembered: she had to avoid cheating on the King, and this was the way to pretend she wasn't. He questioned it at his own risk of losing what she offered. He couldn't risk that.

“It is not simply the rationale,” she said seriously as she stroked his buttocks with a delicate yet experienced touch. “It is that the Queen of Hearts is, shall we say, special. We need to be sure you can handle her.”

“She will want to put something in herself, and then in me,” he said. “I think I can handle that, now that I have learned from you and Clubs.”

“Well spoken, Jack! I'm proud of you.” She kissed him again.

He had just climaxed, but her assorted stimulations were already arousing him again. When she put her mouth on his flaccid penis and licked off the remaining ejaculate, it responded, lengthening. When she took it into her mouth and gently sucked, it thickened. Oh, yes, she knew what she was doing.

Soon she had him almost fully turgid again. But that wasn't the same as being able to get another orgasm. “I'm not sure I—”

“Give yourself more credit, Jack,” she said. “I'm sure you can do it.”

“I'll—I'll try,” he said bravely.

She swallowed his member, putting suction all around it, making it swell further. Then, as some faint urgency began to stir within him, she put her hand on the handle of the dildo, which remained fully embedded, and began working it. It pushed and stroked against his prostate, alternately squeezing it and letting it rebound, at least by the feel of it. “You are rising to the occasion,” she murmured around his penis, then sucked harder.

He came. His semen commenced a long slow journey along the channel, pumped by the bulb of the dildo that expertly massaged it. He felt the fluid coursing along inside his member and finally spouting out into her mouth and down her throat. The sensation was less intense than before, but more pervasive. She had forced a different kind of pleasure from him.

“Oh God!” he gasped, collapsing.

She lifted her face from his groin. “Actually God is not into this sort of thing,” she said. “This is pleasure for pleasure's sake, with no procreation pending.”

“Whatever it is, it's great!” he said. “Oh, Diamonds, you're even better than Clubs!”

“Why thank you, Knave,” she said appreciatively. “But I have to say that Hearts is likely to be the best of all, if you can handle her ways.”

“Why shouldn't I be able to?”

She shook her head. “That is not for me to say. But you do show considerable promise. Maybe you will be the Knave she keeps.”

“I hope so,” he said. He was by now hopelessly smitten with all four of them, though he had as yet encountered only two. If the other two were even more sexy than these…

“We hope so too,” she said. “Now I think you're done, and we must remove my toy.”

That was a job, but he was learning relaxation, and it slowly slid out like the huge bolus it was.

The rest of the day he helped her count assorted coins, as the King required an exact accounting. Then they had a wonderful banquet and a session in her diamond-studded hot tub. This time she produced a long string of a dozen rounded diamond beads the size of marbles, separated from each other on the cord by about an inch, with a gap of about nine inches in the center. They were all colors of translucent, very pretty and surely worth a king's ransom. “We'll share these; I think that counts.”

Jack eyed them dubiously. “I don't think all those would fit in either one of us.”

“That's why we'll share. I'll show you.”

And she showed him. She fitted half the beads into her own rectum, one at a time, lubricated by soap. Then half into his rectum, similarly. It was a leisurely and pleasant process, partly because he knew it was leading up to another good sexual episode. When the last bead was in the two of them, they were close together, connected by the string between them as they half floated in the bubbling water. It was sexy as hell. It seemed these Queens had a strong anal interest, but he was coming to appreciate and enjoy it.

“Now come into me,” she said.

He was eagerly ready. He aligned his stiff member, cautiously because the pull of the cord prevented him from separating any distance from her, and slid inside her. And was surprised. “I feel the beads!”

“Yes, that's part of it, for both of us. The colon is adjacent to the vagina, and to the urethra, and they can interact. The beads stroke your member, and they stroke me when you move them. It adds to the effect.”

It certainly did. He exploded, jettisoning into her, surely knocking beads violently about. He was afraid it might hurt her, but she thrust against him joyfully, clenching in time to his spurts, milking him of everything he had to offer. What an experience!

“Oh, that was spectacular,” she breathed. “You are becoming quite a lover, Jack.”

“Thanks to you,” he said gallantly. But it was true: these women were guiding him, giving him an education he know he could not have obtained elsewhere.

Then it was time to remove the beads. They took turns. First she raised her bottom and he pulled them out one by one, watching her anus iris open to emit one, and close after it, leaving just the string. When it came to the last one, he put the prior one in his mouth and pulled on the string with his teeth, kissing her rectum as the bead emerged, then running his tongue into it. He just loved her magnificent ass.

“Ah, you are learning,” she said.

Then he raised his rear, and she did the same with him. He felt each bead as it pulled out, and felt her lips on his sphincter, her tongue exploring. He had never dreamed of sex like this, yet it seemed completely natural.

“I believe you will do,” she said. “You seem to have a natural affinity for the necessary.”