WIP Wednesday - First Mataras: Irene

 

Taking responsibility

So many hands on her. Too many. Three men and one woman.

A bolt of ecstasy shot between her legs, as if transmittedby the fingers massaging her there. She tore loose from Sherv’s kiss to cry outas surges of rapture rolled through her. The vague knowledge of faces hangingover her, watching her succumb to pleasure, did nothing to quiet the violentpulses shaking her from head to toe.

There was no end to it. Both breasts were kneaded, and thedelicious friction of her clit continued, drawing another spasm of incrediblepleasure. Her cries rang out with each sweet paroxysm.

It lasted longer than any joy she’d elicited from her ownattempts. It was also over too quickly. A bit of Irene’s soul wept as theexquisite throbs tapered off.

She returned to her senses. The unlikely scent of sugarycinnamon hung heavy in the air, but she dismissed it almost at once. She staredat the awed expressions of Sherv, Rusp, and Jemi hovering over her.

“Um.” Sherv blinked. “More than kiss. We get excited forIrene and...”

He made an apologetic face, but he and Jemi continued to cupher breasts. Rusp’s fingers had stilled, but they remained on her tinglingclit.

She was aware of a hardness poking her buttock. Sherv waserect. Very erect, from the feel of it. He was excited, all right, and she’dcaused it.

“I…I, uh…”

Sherv interrupted her stuttering by lifting her off his avidlap. Pulling her loose from the others, he sat her on her chair again andfussed with straightening her skirt. After a second, Jemi put her rumpledblouse to rights. Rusp, his eyes lowered, returned to his seat. Irene noted hesucked on his fingers as he did so. She also saw the crotch of his pants weretented. They were tight enough that she realized what she saw couldn’t beaccounted for by a single penis.

He had two?

The question was lost in the confounded morass of herjabbering thoughts. Jemi and Sherv, having made her appear proper once more,retreated to their seats. They watched her, appearing at once scared andperplexed.

Sherv broke the silence. “You are all right, Irene?”

“Uh. Well. I’m…I’m sorry.”

“Why you sorry? We do more than kiss. You ask only forkiss.” He shifted and pulled at his trousers, perhaps to relieve theirtightness against what was definitely two large and eager appendages.

“Yeah, but now you’re…uncomfortable. If I hadn’t dared youto kiss me, you wouldn’t be.” She found it difficult to avoid looking at theircrotches. The tight pants weren’t leaving much to the imagination.

Sherv looked at his obvious excitement. “Oh. Well, youbeautiful. Especially when you climax. Can’t help liking it.”

Heat filled her face. She’d done exactly what the Churchaccused women of. She’d tempted these men into lust.

“It is no problem,” Sherv said, his attention on her again.“It is just good feeling. What is the saying? No big deal.”

“But I…I made you…”

“Feel good. That is all you made, and it is not your problem.Now we apology. You only want kiss, not climax.”

“I am sorry, Irene.” Jemi smiled hopefully. “You not get madplease?”

“I am sorry too,” Rusp added. “Earther women different, butI treat you like other women who show need and expect pleasure. Forgive me?”

Irene gaped. They were taking responsibility for this? Theythought they were in the wrong?

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