No Man’s Land – pt 128 pt 3
– “bastogne”
– Chapter 23
– jack
– Top – 10/13/1 (28)
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– – When they came, mom was really really excited about my quality of issue results … sexually excited.
– We kissed. I mean really kissed. It took me by surprise as much as it had done her.
– She had held my face in her hands and looked from eye to eye and then put her lips to mine as she always did to show that she was proud of me. I held her gently.
– Then, I held her tightly, as I felt her tongue on my lips and reciprocated with mine. We breathed each other.
– Eventually, she stopped hugging me and kissing me; she stood away from me and she pushed the creases out of her clothes.
– Something had changed.
^ “It’s time for you to meet your aunt, my sister, Candida,” she said firmly.
– The tone of her voice brought me back to a place of known secure boundaries.
– There was always a female relative, normally an aunt, who we were not allowed to see till we were teenagers.
– We could mix with all other relatives but there was a tank-brain that was running a strict social schedule that would determine where we were in the community in relation to that one relative.
– The schedule was observed with close to religious ritualism.
– I knew nearly everything that aunt Candy did and she knew nearly everything that I did. But, I’d never met her.
– Mom took me to a boarding house and told me that I had the use of a room there for as long as I needed it till my sixteenth.
– It was not a present.
– All us boys got assigned a boarding room.
– Mine was in Gallae in Sharman County.
– There was a time I would have called any Sharman a “wriggling ugly worm out of the ground and in the water after a storm”.
– I’d travelled a fair bit since then.
– Now … they were … beautiful. The only way I can really describe them is that we were like race-horses or viennese dressage and the Sharmans were like our drays.
– We didn’t actually have any horses for racing or for dressage. But, you see what I mean? We didn’t breed horses or dogs for looks. Some looks, maybe.
– The Sharmans had been doing a bit too much breeding for looks and they had a few problems that the wider matriarchy were taking steps to resolve.
– There was an influx of single men from “outside” to help with the building of the extension of the covered canal network.
– I wasn’t the sharpest thingy in a, you know, whatever; but, compared to your average Sharman, I was a genius.
– I’m only exaggerating a lot.
– Mom and I toned down our appearance. We looked … normal … ish.
– Mom left me there and I knew that I had not to make complaints or say that I would miss her. I was dying inside. But, I also felt a sense of excitement for the bold adventure ahead. I was the furthest out.
– (That was also going to cause a problem.)
– I received a last smuss from dad at 1930 and then one from mom at 1935; mom said that we would talk in the morning (meaning that I was now on my own).
– At 2000, I was called to come down to the reception desk … and …
– I could not control my heart.
– We didn’t say hello, we kissed more than was polite. Then, I remembered my place. I lowered my eyes.
– “Ma’am,” I said to my aunt.
^ “Candy, Jack,” she said.
– I took her bags and we went to my room.
– I showed her where things were and then awaited orders.
– She kissed me and encouraged me to give as much as I could.
– She was magnificent.
– We stood apart.
^ “Jack, I’m your assessor for the practical part of your virility assessment test,” aunty said.
– I showed I understood.
^ “If you fail, other assessments will occur on a weekly basis till you pass, unless you are deemed a complete virile test failure.”
– I nodded.
^ “Do you know what to do?”
– “Yes, ma’am. But, only in theory.”
^ “You’ll penetrate me without a condom and ejaculate within me by fifteen minutes from penetration. No external or chemical interventions are permitted. This has to be you only.”
– I nodded.
– We undressed and got into bed.
– “Do I have to ..?”
^ “No. Just penetration.”
– She reached between my legs and took my member. ‘Good,’ she said quietly. She guided me inside her. I followed her verbal and physical commands.
– She began to whine sexually, so I stopped my rhythm. She looked questioningly at me. She encouraged me to start again. Suddenly, she gripped the sheets and made a wild sound as her body spasmed.
– I was hurting her.
– I pulled out and away from her and sat on my haunches looking down at the bed with many apologies.
– She moved to me.
^ “Nothing is wrong.”
– She looked at the clock, it clicked over to halfpast eight o’clock. She looked at me.
^ “You have failed.”
– “Should I leave now?” I asked.
– She stroked my head.
^ “No. We may as well see how long it takes for you to achieve ejaculation.”
– “Yes, ma’am. Ma’am, what happened to you? Did I hurt you?”
^ “Lots of things hurt,” she said with strange distance to her words. “Now, we must proceed with your training.”
– My feelings for her were intense; it was that feeling of wanting to be within her embrace forever. So, much like how I felt when I saw waitress Shaz that first and only time. I tried to think of dad’s porker but it did not work again, even though I had practiced fantasizing and masturbating.
– Being with aunty drove thoughts of every one else from my mind and I felt as if I could only ever be with her and no one else. The taste of her body and neck was delicious, I licked her and bit her gently. She was crying but she told me not to stop.
– She did more of her spasms and I felt tingly in my body a few times that made me stop. And, then something weird happened.
– I felt like I could be part of her.
– My rhythm increased and our eyes met intently; it felt wrong to dare to meet the eyes of a mistress but I could not help myself, there was a desperate necessity to our eyes and our motions.
– I found myself stopping and starting, stopping and starting. I stopped then thrust hard as her body commanded and my body needed. She gave an ear-splitting cry and scream and the sound of her noises did something to me. My body moved with jerky rhythm and I felt my release. At last she made happy sounds and I did not feel so bad about things.
– She stroked my face and kissed me.
– She cursed. She looked at the clock.
^ “What time did you release?” she asked absently but did not expect an answer.
– “2332,” I said.
– She looked at me with interest.
– The clock was behind me.
^ “Were you counting … the ticking?”
– “Yes, ma’am,” I confessed.
^ “I’d heard you could do things like that.”
– She held my face and looked at me for long, long minutes.
– She released my face.
^ “I will have to write-up a report. Yes, you did fail. And, you made me cry. And, you made me feel pain.”
– “Mistress, I’m sorry, mistress.”
^ “There’s nothing we can do about that. We’ll stay together tonight. If you are able we can try another practice later.”
– I was still firm inside her.
– “We can start again now if you wish.”
– She looked at me intensely.
^ “Yes, we can.”
– – My rival, Jordan, was brilliant at achieving ejaculation. He had a boarding room in Llama Station town and had new lists of upto five women from “outside” to visit him every day.
– He never failed to come. – –
– Aunt Candida drove me back home and later came back to have her evening meal with mom, dad and me.
– Dad and I had a beer and I talked about my failure with Candida. He was (I think the term is) “sanguine” about my failure. He had predicted correctly.
– I mean, it was okay for him! Dad could make a man ejaculate in under ten minutes. And, the man would beg him to do that.
– Mom and Aunty dragged me away from dad and played with me like I was a doll for an hour; doing my hair and putting me in dresses. It made me very happy.
– They asked me what kinda guys I liked and I didn’t really know; but, I knew that I liked how different “normal” guys were to us in the community. I said that the most important thing I would like in a guy is if he looked after our community like the way my dad and the fathers did.
– Mom and Aunty liked that.
– Before I went to bed, aunty demanded a private kiss and we spent, I don’t know, halfanhour kissing on the porch. It sent lots of little shivers and shocks through my body and there were times I couldn’t stop my lips from trembling from excitement.
– But, I remember mom’s kiss the best.
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