Kate Nadine was mad, like a rabid raccoon, when she learned of my escort agency escapades on the weekends. During the summer of 1994 in Montréal, Kate, the only female in our Dallas shadow operations team, was intimate with me during the week when I would slip into her apartment and make savage love to her for many hours. Kate liked it rough, and we would often wrestle in bed, or on the floor, trading wristlocks, floor techniques, joint locks, and other playful, yet painful tactics.
Kate would bite, kick, punch, and be vocal, making you work hard to get to her paradise garden, and heaven help you if she did not climax properly. You were going out the window, and over the balcony to your death from the 22nd floor. Kate Nadine was 5 feet, 0 inches of pure killing machine. Weighing in at 112 pounds, she was ripped, with single-digit body fat. Kate was also a hot, hot, hot bed partner, and always tried to snap off my tree-of-life when we were together. I was going to say, make-love, but with Kate, it was war.
Kate was eyeballing me most of the day during our duties and was putting out a kill-vibe that I could feel. I looked back at her, and with my eyes, I would ask, “What, what is it?” The only response I got was a wicked sideways smile, and a subtle growl, and this meant trouble. It was Wednesday, and Kate would always get together with me in the evenings for a midweek romp and sparring match. We ended the workday close together, and when I left our facility in Dorval, I said to her, “I will see you at the usual time,” and Kate was silent, but smiled wickedly in acknowledgment.
I walked to my car and waited for three of my teammates in our carpool, and we eventually made our way back to the apartments. On the way there, I asked the fellas if they knew what was up with Kate, and why she seemed angry and slightly psychotic. My teammate Rick answered and said, “She knows that we have been calling Élise, and having fun with her girls, and Hanson, you are screwed, good buddy.” I replied, “I will neutralize the threat later tonight when I see her. She loves me.” Rick replied, “I do not envy you, brother, and I hope you survive.”
It was now approaching 7 pm, and I was ready to see Kate, who is one floor below me on the opposite side of the building. I am wearing a nice pair of Adidas sweatpants, with a matching shirt, and have a pair of slip-on, black-cotton Chinese martial arts shoes, with a pair of no-show wool socks. I am also wearing a jockstrap with a plastic-cup insert to protect my manhood, and have completed a set of push-ups, and a few burpees to get primed, not knowing what I am in for with Kate.
I take the elevator one flight down to the 22nd floor, which makes a bell sound when the door opens, and I exit, make a right turn, and start walking toward Kate’s apartment door. I arrived and saw that the door was open about two inches, and then I knew I was in trouble. I pushed the door slowly, ducking behind the door frame, and standing six feet in front of me was Kate. She is standing slightly crouched, with her fists clenched at her sides, and knees slightly bent in a fighting position. Kate had the look and facial structure of an angry female Bengal tiger ready to spring upon its prey.
I carefully step into the room on the balls of my feet, never taking my eyes off her, and slowly close the door, and lock it. I then said, “I think it is wise if you turn on your music so the neighbors will not hear the screaming.” Kate slowly walked backwards facing me, and with her left hand, she placed her index finger on the play button of her boombox, and a heavy metal song came on that curdled my blood, and put me in a combat mood, arousing me, adrenaline pumping, and my eyes deepening in rage. Kate also responded to the blaring heavy metal beats with a fearsome lunatic fringe grimace.
The song was “War Ensemble” by Slayer from the “Seasons in the Abyss album,” and this situation was about to explode right quick any second now. We both put our hands up, and I got into a modified horse stance, and we carefully moved towards each other in two-inch increments. I am in the southpaw orientation to make her approach a bit more challenging, and Kate growls as we get closer, showing her teeth, while clenching her fists tightly. She pumped her biceps and flexed her ultra-ripped six-pack abdominals. Kate was stunning to the eye, a true rugged maniac warrior woman in Medusa-mode. Sexy, erotic, fearsome, and deadly, a woman that I love deeply.
Kate Nadine is a luscious brunette, 5 feet 0 inches tall, weighs 112 pounds, and has a 34C bust, a 27-inch waist, and 36 inches of robust and delicious hips. She is wearing a pair of gray Nike Pro 3-inch compression shorts and a black Nike Pro Indy padded bandeau sports bra. She is barefoot, and raging like a Cherokee war chief, and crazy-sexy. Her lovely black hair was braided and pulled back in a tight bun, making her look ominous, like one of H.R. Giger’s alien creations. Her legs are heavily muscled from front to rear, and her calves are chiseled to perfection.
Kate has luminous light brown, almond-shaped eyes, with thick, well-combed, long eyelashes. Kate has a striking facial structure, with angular features, a sharp jawline, a defined chin, and a distinct nose shape. She has well-defined full luscious lips and is wearing orange lipstick, black mascara, eyeliner, silver eyeshadow, and has blazing-orange fingernails. Kate looks fearsome, capable, and seductive. She has an X-factor, is alluring, commanding, confident, fierce, and edgy, with special unique qualities that captivate one’s attention, and now, Kate is furious, and ready to fight!
We are now so close, that our hands are touching, and I make a lunging, low-slung move to her inside guard position, and take the first round of her hammer-fist blows to my chest, followed by a fast, rear-leg, sweeping front-kick to my groin. Kate’s right foot hits the curve of my plastic groin protection insert so hard that she immediately winces and falls back from the pain of impact on her bare foot, giving me an edge for a counterattack. I surmised that the lateral and middle cuneiform bones and surrounding anatomy are probably bruised, and I lung deeply, slipping her incoming left-cross punch, grabbing her, and throwing Kate onto the bed. I mount her quickly over the pelvic bones, pinning her arms. Kate said, “You bastard, why did you wear a cup!” I replied, “Because I knew you would kick me there as hard as you could, and bitch, I was right!”
Kate became rabid and wild, and began to twist, move, and slip out of the mount, so being that I was 205 pounds, I decided to dismount and head to the pillows so I could pull as many of them as close to me as possible, because I knew the beat-down was coming. Kate went airborne, and levitated the moment I dismounted her, and she pounced on me, while I turtled-up in the prone position with pillows surrounding my head, and Kate rained down mighty, and delicious blows upon me. Hard punches were landing on the meaty part of my buttocks, leg muscles, deltoids, and arms. All her punches were right and left hooks, and all this was happening with insane heavy metal grind-core music playing on the boombox.
Then came the hammer-fist, sledgehammer punches to my back, and another flurry of right, and left hooks to the upper exposed ribs, and she suddenly stopped and said, “I am going to rip your nuts off, and put them in a gravy jar, then throw them out the fucking window!” I came out of the turtle position slightly, and with a wise-ass tone, I said, “Kate, why would you put my nuts in a jar first? Why not just throw them one at a time over the balcony?” Kate screamed in rage, and continued to wail, and I turtled-up again, and waited her out, and finally she stopped, and collapsed onto the bed on her back, panting, and gasping. I came out of the turtle huddle and took my shirt and sweatpants off, leaving the jockstrap and hard-plastic insert in place. Kate seeing this, gets up, and strips to bare nakedness, and she said, “kiss me now you son of a bitch,” and I approached her, and planted a juicy-fruit kiss right on her lips, and our tongues met, and danced. This woman had an insane passion beyond description, and she was hot!
Kate and I embraced each other tightly, our mouths and tongues now at war, as we stood upright on the bed supported by our knees. She grabbed my jockstrap and cup, and shook it around, then she went around back, and smacked my bare buttocks hard. Suddenly, she broke our kiss and said, “Get on your face, and take what is coming to you, Romeo-boy.” So, I fell to my face, and into the pillows, and the first of many blood-curdling, open-palm smacks to my bare buttocks occurred, one after the other. Kate was wailing on my buttocks, and sting after sting of acute pain emanated into my brain, then she stopped, and said, “so, my box is not good enough for you, Romeo-boy? Well, there is a price to pay, and I know you want my kitty, so watch this, lover-boy.”
Kate jumped off the bed, proceeded to the refrigerator, and pulled out a recently delivered container of sushi and sashimi. She then moved towards the bed with it, plopped down on her back in the center of the bed, and raised her knees, spreading widely. Kate’s paradise garden is in full view and is partially grown in from a full Brazilian landscaping and is supremely gorgeous. She then opens the sushi container and peels off a fresh gleaming slice of Saba mackerel from its sticky rice bed and begins to carefully rub the precisely cut fish-flesh into the juicy folds of the outer-layers of her paradise garden. Kate was moving it all around her exterior garden ornaments, sliding it up, down, and in-between, then rested the slice nice and flat, high upon the heavenly crease, covering her pleasure button, as if perched back on its sticky rice-bed.
Kate then takes another piece of mackerel, placing it sensuously on her tongue, and begins to chew it slowly, savoring the flavor, then swallows it, and says, “now eat my box Romeo-boy, and know that I have not showered in days, so get to work, and it better be good, or your fucking dead!” I immediately dove into Kate’s bush like a kid diving into an ocean of bouncy balls at an amusement park birthday party. I lifted that Saba Mackerel slice from her paradise garden with my lips like a ravenous wolf, while I looked her right in the eyes, smiling and loving it. It was the best piece of sushi I ever had, and it was flavored and seasoned with Kate’s rank, ripe, yet pungent, sweet, and sour kitty.
Deelish, now it was time to get to work on Kate’s raunchy box, and work I did, as I labored, and deeply embedded my mouth, and tongue in places they should not be, and the flavorful delights were magnificent, strong, and pungent. I cleaned and worked on Kate’s kitty-cat for a long time, then decided to embed the tree of life deep within its delightful recesses. I ripped off that jockstrap, and entered her with force, and Kate’s back arched, and she said, “I didn’t approve this entry, get out and finish me,” and I said, “no,” and bit her neck, then came around for a wild kiss, and we locked lips and it was on!
I maintained a heavy pelvic slamming rhythm that I know Kate enjoys to the beat of Slayer wailing on the guitar. After a few minutes of intense rhythms, I slowed down as the fires raged at the base of the “tree,” and Kate said, “Why did you slow down? Are you getting close, lover-boy? Give him to me, bring it,” and I said, “Do not hurt him, Kate, he is innocent. It was me, not him that, you know; he cannot dial a phone,” and Kate replied with vigor, “give him to me!” So, I brought the raging tree of life to Kate, and said my last goodbyes to him, not knowing if she would rip off the entire rig, and throw it out the window, or something worse. As I hovered above her, on my knees standing tall, she came to the now horizontal “tree,” and took him deeply into her vile and smooth mouth all the way to the base and pressed further bottoming out.
Suddenly, I felt her teeth clamping down on me, and said, “Kate, be calm, Momma. Easy girl. Easy momma. Breathe, and while you’re breathing, move back and forth, and glide nicely, slowly, then breathe some more,” and she punched me in the ribs with a right cross, and I gasped in agony, and she clamped me harder.” I said, “Kate. Do not hurt him, baby-girl. Bring me home, Kate.” Upon hearing these words, Kate snapped out of her little rage fit and began to lovingly glide, move, and eventually bring me to savage completion within minutes. After ensuring my thorough fulfillment, she released the “tree” and said, “Get back to my box, Romeo-boy, but come and kiss me first.” We locked up our lips as she slammed me on my back, and into the pillows, and mounted. Kate furiously kissed me passionately, wedging her tongue into my non-existent tonsils, while moaning. It seems as if my magical life-giving humors have calmed this savage beast woman.
I broke off our deep kissing, and flipped Kate on her back, and made my way to her paradise garden to finish what I started. Kate was so wound up that she climaxed quickly, with great emotion, and it was good. Despite the sushi raunchiness superimposed on a two-day-old ripe, pungent, and effervescent kitty, Kate was delicious. Kate was an amazing lover, and her violence combined with the heavy metal music was surreal. I lay down beside Kate and snuggled close to her, and she nestled into my chest. She seemed to rest, when suddenly, with her right hand, Kate twisted my left nipple and stood latched, then she bit the right one, and maintained the bite.
Then she released me from the pain and said, “you have made sufficient penance for your naughtiness, but let me catch you again with one of those high-class call-girls, and I will take you out from 200 yards away with a 50-caliber incendiary round, and you will explode Romeo-boy.” I replied softly, saying, “I love you too, Kate,” and she said, “I love you to Hanson, even more.” And she kissed me, and I said, “Kate. Let us finish that sushi platter. I have some ideas for an arrangement that you may enjoy.” Kate and I have been meeting like this for two years, and we would always find time to be together to have a wild and raucous romp.
Two days have passed since my Wednesday evening session with Kate, and it was now 4 pm on a Friday afternoon. I was thinking about Kate and the rest of my wild, funky bunch from the escort agency and had a crazy idea. When I got back to the apartment after driving home from Dorval, I called Kate and asked her if she would join me at a private party with a Gothic heavy metal girl from the agency. Kate, replied, “Hanson, I am going to rip out your eyeballs, and stuff them in your…” I quickly replied, “Kate, come on baby-girl, be with me this time, and I will make sure the Madame sends us someone you would like. We can team up on her, and she does not have to touch me, only you, OK?” Kate was silent for a couple of seconds, and said, “I hate your guts, and I am going to palm-fist you in the face as soon as I see you.”
“What time shall I be there?” I replied, “come before 8 pm so we can prepare my lair, and greet her together as a united front, and Kate, no weapons, ropes, teargas, or handcuffs either, but do dress for the occasion,” and she replied, “make sure you have instant cold packs, and compression dressings, because you know there will be pain Romeo-boy.” After talking with Kate, my next call was to Élise to see if she has a suitable heavy metal diva in her arsenal. I dialed the number, and Élise answered, “Bonsoir-bonjour,” and I said, “Élise, it’s Marc Hanson, how are you this evening?” She replied, “I am fine Marc, what is on your mind this evening, monsieur?” I said, “Élise, I have a special request. A hot girl that I work with wants to be with me tonight, and we would like a heavy metal goddess with a Gothic flare, who is short, petite, and mysterious. My girl Kate is five-feet tall, and I do not want her to feel weird with one of your tall, runway model beauties.”
Élise replied, “Vous brute! Marc. I have a girl for you who is part-time, and her name is Clarice. She is a lovely brunette, and stands just over five feet, and has nice big boobs, Marc, and an hourglass figure. She is unusually fit, strong, and exercises every day, and she is this heavy metal girl you desire, I am sure.” I replied, “Élise, can we do 8 pm love?” Élise replied, “Yes. Clarice is here, and not scheduled. She will be there for the overnight stay, Mr. Marc.” I replied, “Thank you so much. I will talk to you soon. Bonne nuit.” Élise is so good to me, and now everything is set for what will be an exciting evening that should be action packed, and great fun. I will set up the apartment with my usual candlelight ambiance, and I have well-stocked the house with refreshments and comforts, and I tripled my towel supply. I am excited to be with Kate, and I wonder what kind of mood she will be in, and what her comportment will be like when Clarice arrives. Kate is a woman of many moods and emotions and can take on dozens of personae as the need may dictate.
It is now 07:30 pm, and I heard a knock at the door, and thought this must be Kate. I opened the door, and sure enough, Kate was standing in the hallway, and what a delightful sight she was to behold. Kate was wearing a pink, metallic lace, Dolce and Gabbana bustier, with an intricate lace and ribbon pattern, which zippered from the back, and fit her perfectly. A hot pair of matching, lace motif shorts adorned her hips, and were skin-tight, and low rise, allowing for a midriff reveal of her ripped lower-abdomen, and her Tiffany navel ring piercing containing a 1 karat, minor-cut diamond stud to be seen in all of its glory. Kate was wearing a sweet pair of Vivienne Westwood black patent leather studded platform sandals, and this is how she entered the elevator on the 22nd floor and came directly to my apartment. I smiled at Kate, and she smiled back, and walked right up to me, and gave me a tender kiss, then came inside. Kate’s demeanor was calm, and she was not in kill-mode. I looked at her again as she walked inside, and soon approached her, pulling Kate close to me, and we made out furiously for five minutes in peaceful quiet. The raw passion and energy between Kate and I are unique and powerful.
A few minutes later, Kate and I poured a drink from my mini-bar, and she loaded the CD changer with her wild, heavy metal music mixes. The phone rang, and the front desk was calling to announce Ms. Clarice had arrived in the lobby, and within three minutes, Clarice knocked on my door. Kate and I stood close and greeted Clarice together as a couple. A song by Marilyn Manson, called “Wrapped in Plastic,” from the album release titled “Portrait of an American Family,” played a minute before Clarice arrived, which was a perfect segue to introducing our Gothic queen. Kate and I opened the door and found a most delicious diva and young brunette, smiling at the both of us. Kate was the first to speak to Clarice, and said, “Bitch. I am Kate, and let me be clear. I am in charge here, and this is my man, Marc. I am pleased to meet you.”
Clarice smiled and made a guttural cat sound from deep within her throat but said no words while looking at Kate with laser-beam focus. I said, “Clarice, you are absolutely lovely; please join us inside.” Clarice replied, “it would be my pleasure,” and she approached Kate walking right up to her face, and kissed her squarely on the mouth, slowly pressing her lips firmly upon hers with such delicacy, while grabbing her left muscular buttock with her right hand, and squeezing it said, “you look delicious yourself Kate. I look forward to exploring the depths of your being.” After saying those seductive and wicked words to Kate’s face, Clarice raised her left hand, with its foreboding gloss black fingernails, and caressed the right side of Kate’s face tenderly, with her fingertips. Both girls, who are no doubt supreme boss-bitches, remained looking deeply into each other, staring, searching, and seeking. The intensity of this mind-meld and sultry introduction of two powerful women was imposing and majestic.
Clarice Moreau is an ominous dark brunette with an olive Mediterranean skin tone and brown piercing eyes. Clarice stands 5 feet, 2 inches tall, and has a 36D, well-supported, full bust, with a 30-inch waist, and 36-inch, well-muscled hips, featuring a superb, round, bubble-butt. Her lips are plump, full, and painted with glossy black lipstick. Her eyes are almond-shaped, smoldering, and intense, with a strong focused gaze, and black eyeshadow, with silver blending. Clarice is mysterious, suggesting an air of secrecy and depth, leaving me curious. She is wearing a stunning Issey Miyake black spider-net Gothic runway-dress, with a cobweb pattern on the skirt made of thin plastic lines, and hand-sewn crystals. Her perfume is CK One, with a fresh, and citrusy scent, blending notes of bergamot, cardamom, pineapple, papaya, and green tea. Clarice’s feet are adorning a polished-pair of Dr. Martens, model 1914, 14-eyelet combat boots. A stunning black Chanel triple-C crossbody shoulder bag was a perfect complement to her ensemble.
I immediately noticed several unique Gothic accessories from Alchemy of England. A stunning pair of pewter dropper “affaire du coeur” earrings, with a central domed heart of sparkling midnight-blue enamel, adorned her ears. Clarice’s neck showcased a matching pewter, affaire du coeur, heart pendant necklace, with a centerpiece of enameled, transparent, midnight-blue, which matched her earrings perfectly. Clarice’s right wrist modeled an Elizabethan pewter bangle of pierced Elizabethan hearts, set with three amethyst, Austrian crystal hearts in the surround. On her left wrist was a polished, solid pewter, unique, dragon’s lure bangle of a spined dragon, hinged at the center, and fastened with a magnetic catch under its head with a brass safety chain. Clarice’s hairstyle complemented the cobweb design on her unique dress, with a stunning cobweb bun design, with intricate weaving that resembles a spider web. This bun involved creating a central bun, then the weaving of the hair strands around it, and was adorned with Gothic hairpins, and quite eerie, bold, and expressive.
Kate and Clarice remained face to face for at least 20 seconds, and Kate pulled her closer and kissed Clarice’s neck while they embraced, hands roaming, and feeling each other. Clarice moaned as Kate dined on her luscious neck, when I approached both ladies, and said, “My divas. Let us get comfortable inside, and assist Clarice out of this lovely gown, and hang it properly.” Kate lovingly released Clarice, then turned, and kissed me for a moment. Clarice gave me a look of appreciation at my suggestion, and she seemed aroused and happy to be here. Shortly after bolting the door and walking these lovely vixens inside my apartment, I unzipped Kate’s bustier, revealing her perfect breasts. Kate moved towards the lovely Clarice and assisted her with disrobing, and soon after, we were all wearing our bottom garments, and the three of us came together in a kind of huddle while we stood at the foot of the bed.
Suddenly, a heavy metal tune emerged from the stereo by Pantera, called “A New Level,” from their album, “Vulgar Display of Power,” and our bodies moved, and we were semi-slam dancing, bumping hips, and moving around to the beats, and the music took us over. Kate moved behind Clarice and guided her to me, face-to-face, and we began to embrace and kiss deeply, as Kate wrapped her arms around the both of us. I held Clarice close and could embrace Kate too, and we stood in one big love huddle. Clarice put one hand on me, and reached behind, and put the other on Kate’s hip while we kissed, and six-hands roamed, and it was a fabulous feeling. The three of us were supremely present in the moment, and neither of us had any dark energy. A golden-purple aura, which was light, surrounded Clarice, with hints of pale blue, while Kate’s aura remained opaque, with shades of light white with translucent features and qualities.
Eventually, Clarice and I broke off our kiss and danced with each other in the candlelight ambiance of the evening, all three of us smiling, happy, and free, being led by the music. Our hands were roaming while we danced close to the bed, and suddenly, Clarice and Kate fell to the mattress, and rolled around on each other playfully. Clarice mounted Kate, and was straddling her hips, and I jumped on the bed, and grabbed Kate’s hands, and pulled them over her head, and held them in-place against the mattress. Clarice was now free to kiss and roamed all over Kate’s supremely muscled body with her lips, and kissed her well-defined, and ripped abdomen. Kate had well-developed muscles, including six perfectly square hamburger bun muscle-packs protruding from her lovely body. Clarice spent some time delicately kissing and playing with Kate’s navel ring piercing, then worked her way up to her lovely, firm breasts, and began kissing them.
Kate’s heat and passion were intensifying, and she said, “I want you and Clarice on my box at the same time. Find a way to fit, and do me slowly, make me ache, make me scream.” I looked at Clarice, and she smiled with eyes wide open, and slipped off Kate’s shorts, taking a feverishly long amount of time to do so. I had the perfect position in mind to fulfill Kate’s wish, and I silently thought to myself how truly naughty I am to even have such an idea. I said to Clarice, “I have an interesting position in mind for Kate’s request. Follow my lead and watch what I do. We must bring Kate to a fabulous climax, or she will throw us off the balcony in utter frustration.” Upon hearing my jovial comment, Kate and Clarice laughed, and Kate punched me lightly in the arm while giving me a look that suggested that would indeed occur under the right conditions! As I moved, a wild tune by Megadeth, called “Angry Again,” from their album, “Hidden Treasures,” played, and I was determined as ever to fulfill Kate’s wishes.
I set up my pillows to support my back at a 90-degree angle, with the option to push against the pillow stack, and go from a ninety to an 80-degree angle if needed, for clearance. I moved into position, and spread my legs apart wide, and my blue Champion no-fly compression shorts were in place, holding my “beast” firmly against my body. I asked Kate to lie down in front of me, on her back, with her legs over mine, and her “Kitty” just inches away from my beast zone. Kate got into position, and I said, “Kate, slowly fold yourself into the Kukkutasana position with Clarice’s help. Can you still do it?” Kate said, “yes I can! How brilliant! I hate you,” and she could get her knees behind her shoulders in under one minute. Once she was in the “rooster,” I grabbed her folded legs with my hands on both sides, and with all of my strength; I pulled Kate’s hips, pelvis, and delicious “kitty,” right up to the level of my upper-chin, and held her firmly against my chest, and body, and leaned back into the pillow stack, resting Kate’s partially pedunculated body against my midsection. I am relying on friction to assist me in keeping Kate in the optimal dining position.
I asked Clarice to ensure that Kate was comfortable, and to make adjustments as needed, especially paying attention to proper neck and chin placement. She removed her good-looking black lace panties so Kate could have a glorious view, and perhaps a taste of Clarice’s well-landscaped, landing strip trimmed, paradise garden. I adjusted Kate upward, so that I could kiss her Kitty and the other erogenous zones, by simply lowering my chin towards my chest, allowing perfect access to the lower, and flavorful portions of her paradise garden. It was imperative to keep my nose from barring access to Kate’s pleasure button, so I had to maintain an awkward neck angle for the duration. Clarice had optimum access from the front, and the greater share of work to the most sensitive, climax-producing clitoral zones of Kate’s delightful “kitty.” I could even recline my head backward to give Clarice full access to Kate’s inverted paradise garden. If you are so inclined and curious about how to approach such a conundrum, you can also practice the basic positioning for this technique with a thick, cooling-foam pillow.
Now it is time for Clarice to get into position, and I am thankful that both girls are under 5 feet, 4 inches tall, and that Kate is a svelte 112-pound package I can handle. Clarice is now face to face with me, and we kissed deeply with my head tilted back to allow for best access to Kate’s paradise garden. We broke off the kiss, and pleasured Kate with gusto, vivacity, and fortitude. Clarice moved in first, and kissed, and stimulated Kate’s most intimate erogenous zone, because in this position, it is best to climax quickly and intensely, and move to a new horizon whereby slower, more erotic love making can occur. I moved in too, and put my tongue and lips wherever they could reach, and we were off to a sultry, highly erotic feast. Kate is quite comfortable, breathing well, and embedded in Clarice’s hovering garden, and Clarice is jamming, and mashing Kate’s face with her paradise garden to the tune of Limp Bizkit’s, “Break Stuff,” from their album, “Significant Other,” and we are rocking, and working our mouths to this dynamic tune.
I was delightfully dining on Kate’s delicious paradise garden, working all areas south and north, and Clarice’s mouth came close to mine and we suddenly lip-locked, deeply kissing for a few seconds. Then Kate spoke up from down below, as if from a distance away, and said, “Guys. Get back to my box, I am so close, work it!” Clarice and I broke off the kiss, and pleasured Kate again, but this time I took my left thumb, and carefully inserted it into Kate’s moist paradise garden, palm facing forward, and embedded it deeply. I then flexed the tip of the thumb at the interphalangeal joint, towards the back side of Kate’s pleasure button from deep inside. This is a tough move for the thumb, but it made Kate become unhinged, and I said to Clarice, “Bring Kate home with a light, side-to-side stroke. It is her favorite.”
Within a minute, I felt Kate’s levator ani muscle group gripping, and clutching my thumb, so I buried it deeper, and twisted that thumb, as if it was a movable mast on a sailing ship, by waving my hand, which was like the boom attached to that mast, open palms, fingers extended, back and forth, in the orientation that it was in, and got about 135 degrees of rotation, and Kate quaked. Her orgasm was clitoral and internal-vaginal, and she was moaning and hollering from just beneath Clarice’s lovely paradise garden. Clarice knew exactly what to do and did not stop her techniques, and we remained steady and in tempo, and Kate said, “Don’t let up, don’t let up, keep going, something, some, sum, ahhhhh!” I then said to Clarice, “Dismount; she needs air and must unfold. Help her unfold slowly.” Clarice gracefully dismounted from Kate, and instinctively knew to pull Kate forward into a fully supine and flat orientation.
I then moved to my knees, and beside Kate on her right side, and grabbed Kate’s right leg, and assisted her carefully with unfolding as she was panting from her explosive dual-wave orgasm. Clarice did the same with Kate’s left leg, slowly moving, and unfolding her, and we both massaged Kate lovingly at the hip joints, and below, to improve circulation and recovery. Kate was panting, so I asked Clarice to mirror all my movements and enticements, and kissed Kate’s breast, while Clarice kissed the other. Clarice and I both reclined on either side of Kate, and our hands glided over her, and we rubbed her tummy to soothe Kate as she recovered. Then we gave Kate light-touch scratching therapy, the sensual touch that is relaxing and delightful to the tactile senses. The intensity of Kate’s orgasm was primarily due to increased blood flow to the brain and the change in hemodynamics from the inverted Kukkutasana position. A slight decrease in oxygen saturation and an increase in carbon dioxide saturation, because of reduced breathing efficiency and circulatory efficiency, also contributed to her pleasure.
Clarice and I continued to bring Kate to a mood likened to a purring kitten, whose belly scratches and pleasures overwhelmed the senses. I then flipped to the other side of Clarice, and kissed her, and touched her all over. I kept one eye open and focused on Kate, who was still lying there like schmaltz, but that could change quickly. Clarice tasted so good, and her kisses were like velvet, and I was getting a bit humid from her vibes. Then, a dark, heavy song played, by Sepultura, called “Troops of Doom,” from the album titled “Bestial Devastation.” The heavy drumbeats made Kate’s foot move, and she was grooving to the beat, and awakening from her torpor. Kate opens one eye, and sees me lip-locked to Clarice, and sits up in the bed, giving me a wicked look. Kate then sprang to life, and jumped behind me as I was kissing Clarice, and she bit my shoulder, and growled. I broke the lip-lock with Clarice and turned to Kate, and kissed her, and she bit my lower lip, then licked it, and jammed her tongue into my throat, and kissed me wildly. I broke off the kiss, and whispered in her ear, “Kate, let us do Clarice, take the lead.” Kate replied, “No, pound my box, and hammer my kitty hard.”
As requested, I positioned Kate on her back, mounted, and I slammed our bodies together, and we got into a steady rhythm. The headboard of the bed supported my arms, allowing for the production of maximum thrust. Clarice moved in and kissed Kate, while her hands roamed all over, and for me to avoid climax, I had to enter a mindset where I recalled, and replayed, some very heavy fighting scenes from my younger days. This kind of memory recall always took my mind off the edge of orgasm and allowed me to perform long enough for a woman to climax. Many minutes passed, and Kate said, “Ease up there, Romeo-boy, not yet. You wait,” and she pulled her kitty away, leaving my tree of life hovering midair like a cruise missile.
Kate must always torment me, and she knows I want to taste Clarice, so she got off her back and pounced on Clarice’s paradise garden, and Clarice allowed herself to be tackled and pinned on her back. Clarice got nice and cozy on the pillow farm, while Kate worked her with an enthusiastic slowness. I attempted to move in to where Kate’s mouth was, and her shoulder bumped me away, and it was frustrating. About a minute later, Kate gave up Clarice’s delightful garden, and came to me for a deep kiss, sharing the flavors, and she rammed her tongue into my throat, and we locked mouths, and it was good. Kate and I kissed for a while, and she said, “go ahead and take Clarice, but you will pay a price, Romeo-boy, and I will make you pay it.”
Upon hearing Kate’s approval, I pleasured Clarice’s lovely paradise garden, which had a distinct effervescence that delighted my senses. Clarice had a unique flavor, of a Marsala wine reduction with delicious notes of sweet butter and salt. I went deeper into Clarice, and sampled a smoky, yet sweet sensation that reminded me of a whipped chocolate ganache with a smooth texture. After sampling her for a time, I genuinely wanted to compare Clarice’s bouquet to Kate’s buffet and had a fantastic and erotic idea. I stopped pleasuring Clarice, and looked up at Kate and said, “Kate, I want you to get into position above Clarice, and put your box right above Clarice’s, like having two synthesizer keyboards mounted, one above the other so I can pleasure you both. Can you swing that for me, babe?” Kate looked at me with surprise and said, “You bastard, now you get double the pain.”
“You’re going to compare boxes and create new flavor sensations, aren’t you?” I replied, “Kate, I am a connoisseur of kitty, a true sommelière of kitty, you know this. I need to sample you both at the same time and combine the flavors so that my knowledge of kitties will increase evermore. My love, this is my passion.” Kate replied, “oh you mother…just wait, you just wait! Go ahead and have two “kitties,” because you’re going to pay Romeo-boy.” Kate then whispered something into Clarice’s ear, and shortly after Clarice looked at me and said, “OK, sounds good. Man, you guys rock. Go for it! Marc, bring me all the way home, lover-boy. Kate is going to hover above my belly like you want, and later, we are both going to beat your ass good, so enjoy yourself for as long as you can, boy.” I love making Kate nuts, and I live for it. The passion of this girl is fierce, and I cannot wait to move between them and drive them crazier in the process.
I placed a pillow beneath Clarice to afford a slight pelvic lift, then Kate reverse straddled Clarice in a Setu Bandhasana, yoga bridge-pose, while Clarice provided shoulder and scapula support to Kate’s back. Both girls got into position quickly, and I now have two lovely paradise gardens in view, one above the other on a slight offset, and I am ready to sample the cuisine carefully for my Zagat review. Previously, Clarice had a delightful Veal Marsala flavor with notes of butter and salt, and a sweet smooth chocolate ganache was detected upon a deep sampling of her lovely garden produce. Now, to properly sample Kate, I needed to cleanse my palate, like any well-trained sommelière would do, so I deeply kissed Kate and Clarice in order to neutralize my taste buds. Now with my palate cleansed, I immediately sampled Kate’s delicious paradise garden deeply, like mining for ore in the remote Pennsylvania hills, and indeed, I detected a lovely flavor bouquet, which was distinct from Clarice’s unique ambrosia.
Kate has a unique, luscious, and silky texture, like the flavor from pastry cream and custard, with a tinge of orange Peel, and lime. Kate is tangy, with a rich, decadent, fruit compote consistency that sticks to the roof of your mouth. DeeLish! I proceeded to deeply kiss both girls again to neutralize and cleanse my palate, then I went to Clarice’s paradise garden and savored the flavors anew. I truly did not want to have any bias, so I cleared my mind, and then took the plunge. I used standard ice cream cone, full-width tongue licks; then, of course, the deep tongue plunge with a probing wiggle and abundant yield. Again, with Clarice, it was a delightful Marsala, butter, and salt reduction, and a pure, sweet, unique flavor, with a hint of chocolate ganache upon deep inspection. I now have firm confirmation of the uniqueness of each delicious dish carefully prepared by the two loveliest women in existence. Each girl received two Michelin stars.
With my flavor comparison done, I asked Kate to dismount from the Setu Bandhasana and pleasure Clarice while I brought her to ecstasy. Kate, and I are both in position, and begin our tag-team of Clarice, with Kate kissing, and stimulating her breasts, then kissing her lips, and talking dirty to her in a whisper like the little-witch that she really is, a witch that I love, and all kinds of sultry taunts. I inserted my right index finger slowly and carefully into Clarice’s paradise garden, with my palm facing upward. This would allow me to put the tip and pad of my finger behind the area opposite Clarice’s magic button. I press this area with varying degrees of pressure while directly stimulating the “button” with counterclockwise circles of delicate, tip of the tongue, pressure waves, with a precise rhythm.
Kate helps immensely in igniting Clarice’s passion, who must be very aroused now, so I genuinely enjoy my work, and it’s no work at all. Three heavy metal songs have played, and I can feel Clarice clamping my index-finger, and Kate senses she is close too, and begins to make-out with Clarice. More puckering of my finger is clear, and Clarice’s hips are moving slightly, and she breaks off the kiss with Kate, and says aloud, “Qu’avez-vous fait, oh, mon Dieu! Oh, si bien, si bien, continuez! Oh, si bien, Marc, Kate, Oh!” Clarice had the most interesting orgasm I have ever experienced, and it was as if her entire body had a shimmy, and a shaking, and an electric field surrounding it, and she had ecstasy everywhere, from head to toe, and this left me feeling happy. It was a strange, energetic, euphoric, and wonderful feeling all at the same time.
Clarice achieved a delightful climax, and Kate and I are lying beside her, and kissing her cheeks, and nuzzling, and getting all cozy, as we support Clarice in her afterglow, and it was genuinely nice, and comforting, and I felt so good, as if I caught a buzz from Clarice’s climax. Four hours have passed, and I have not been brought to completion, and I am ready to let it all go. Clarice turns to Kate and says, “Kate, let us both pleasure him. He has worked extremely hard for us, and perhaps you can save his discipline for another time?” Kate replied, “OK, I agree. He has labored for us lovingly; however, let us make him lose his mind a bit. I have an idea.” I heard this and was shocked but knew that Kate was going to torture me somehow. Kate jumped out of bed and went to the bathroom and retrieved two bath towels, a bottle of shaving cream, and my shaving razor. Kate said, “OK Romeo-boy, I am going to shave your private area smooth as silk, from stem to stern, then Clarice and I are going to torture you with our tongues, lips, and whatever else we can find, and take our time doing so, and you are going to wince, and beg for release.” I thought to myself that I would rather take a beating than succumb to Kate’s tongue torture. I knew she was going to torment me. I said, “Kate, you’re going near my boy with something sharp?” Kate replied, “I will be careful; you know I love you.” I replied, “I love you too, Kate.”
Kate had me lie down flat on my back, on two thick bath towels, and lathered up my sensual areas, while Clarice got a coffee mug full of warm water for the razor. Then, both girls worked together to pull and smooth out the delicate skin of my tree of life, and related areas. They carefully glided that razor all over, and it felt great! No nicks, no pain, and the tree was standing tall the entire time. Kate would glide the razor, all around the base, and down to below the perineum, and Clarice would use a hand towel to clean and dry, and the girls labored quickly and efficiently, and it was amazing, a first for me. I came to understand that years, and years, of girls shaving their legs, and their own private areas, gave them great skill with a safety razor. Once they were done, I took a quick shower, while Kate and Clarice had refreshments and a break. When I returned, I jumped on the bed, and under the sheet, and waited to see what was next. Kate and Clarice were huddled up and talking, and I gathered they were devising a wicked plan. Kate loaded the stereo with three Iron Maiden heavy metal CDs. Then, both girls approached the bed, looking at me fiercely.
I ducked under the sheet to hide, and pulled several pillows close to me, and Kate and Clarice pounced on the bed like two wild Jaguars. Clarice found me in the sheets first, and began to kiss me, and keep me occupied, while Kate got busy elsewhere. I did not notice that Kate had grabbed a small squeeze bottle of honey that I kept for tea and placed it on the night table. Kate also placed a tall glass of ice water next to the bed, which contained ice-chips, and I knew what was coming next. Clarice had me occupied, and pinned down, and I just surrendered to the fact that Kate was going to entice me. Kate, with a very cold mouth, containing a small number of ice-chips, began to numb the tip of the tree of life, and the sensation was intense. I made a “Mmm” sound, which made Clarice stop and look. Clarice, seeing what Kate was doing, went and took a sip of the ice water, and gathered some ice-chips, and approached Kate, who dismounted me, and allowed Clarice to ice down the same area.
Kate grabbed the honey container and made very hair-thin drizzles of honey on the tree, and on the upper portion of the “berry-sack.” I then raised both legs, bending at the knees, and with my arms and hands, I grabbed the lowest point on my ankles, and pulled my legs apart, and towards my body to allow maximum access for Kate and Clarice. No pillows were underneath me, and I was lying flat, so that I could control the abdominal spasms when they arrived. Clarice removed all the honey that was drizzled on my sensitive areas, while Kate went to the desk drawer, where I keep my taper candles. Kate retrieved one long beeswax taper candle and placed it in the ice-water, wide side down. Kate then went to the refrigerator and retrieved a cold square-stick of butter; then she approached me and jammed that butter stick in the area of the forbidden entry zone, and moved it around, while twisting, as if she was chalking a pool cue. Kate then removed the taper candle from the ice-bath and applied the cold stick of butter to the widest portion of the taper, and upward, and the butter was sticking nicely.
Kate was looking at me the whole time with a wicked smile, as she was preparing my doom, and I maintained a straight poker-face, not giving her the satisfaction of any trepidation that I may have felt for what she was about to do. Kate said, “I will be gentle Romeo-boy, have no fear, but you should be worried about how hard you are going to climax, and how tight your abdominals will be from the convulsions that will occur, and that will be the pain of your pleasure my love.” I replied, “Bring it, Kate.” Kate smiled, and Clarice stopped her wonderful mouth work on the tree, and its surrounding areas, and said, “I love you guys. You guys truly rock.” Kate now approached me with the taper candle and, without hesitation, she carefully placed it into the “forbidden” zone, inserting it about 5 inches. Kate then had me flatten my legs and spread them wide. Clarice spoke up and said, “Kate, can we both finish him, or do you want it all? Kate replied, “You can have the first impulse, then let me take him, while you lick him in the pleasure zone close-by. Then you can kiss me, and we will share what remains. We need to empty him and apply maximum stimulation to where he suffers.”
Clarice moved to my left side and approached me from across my abdomen and down to the tree, which was pointing directly at her lovely smile. Clarice quickly took me in, and passed her lovely lips, and I entered her velvety-smooth mouth. She short-stroked me, with light-vacuum pressure, from the tip of the “tree” to just one inch below, sometimes lower, and maintained a slow, delicate rhythm. Kate approached me from across my legs, and was facing Clarice from the opposite position, and had ample access to the “tree,” and applied her lips, and tongue to the shaft, just below Clarice’s lips, and glided on the outside, providing a tantalizing sensation. The two girls would meet, lips to lips at the top, as Kate went from the base, and upward towards Clarice, in a slow rhythm. Kate also moved the candlestick in various directions to stimulate the sensitive glands near the perineum, ensuring maximum life-giving essence would be dispensed to both of them. This rhythm continued for a time, and longer than I had expected, and my enjoyment was peaking.
Kate knew that I was about to burst, and she moved her tongue to the “berry-sack,” and administered delightful rotating swirls in many directions, while still throttling the candlestick, then she instinctively knew to go higher, and stay close to Clarice’s top mounted position. Suddenly Clarice made an “Hmm” sound, and looked at Kate, and the first impulse-wave occurred, and Clarice sounded off again with an “Hmm.” Kate immediately glided up the shaft, and bumped Clarice’s mouth off the tip, and took me inside her velvet-mouth, as the second wave was occurring, and some of the silkiness landed below. Clarice moved in and swiped the escaped silk with her tongue, and it was gone, as Kate finished me lovingly, bottoming out as deep as she could go. Clarice moved into the position that Kate was previously in, but on the opposite side, and began to swirl her tongue all over, meeting Kate on the way up, but Kate would not release me, and maintained a vacuum, and continued to glide top to bottom.
My abdomen tightened fiercely as Kate predicted, and I could feel the acute strain and sharp pain as the pleasure waves continued and would not stop. I felt as if I had been hit with a cattle-prod; the electricity causing tetany and muscle strain. The pleasure was outstanding, and more than I had ever known. Clarice and Kate finally let me go, and the two girls joined in an epic lip-lock and kiss that was award-winning. Both girls are highly stimulated and enjoying themselves too. I was flat on my back, and panting as the abdominal spasms subsided, and my tree of life was not flaccid, but semirigid, and pointing straight at me, as it rested on my body. Kate and Clarice broke off their embrace, and Kate got the oatmeal lotion by the bed, and placed a large amount in her hands, and massaged my tree of life back to life, and everywhere around it. Clarice kissed me and rubbed my stomach as Kate continued to stimulate me again after such a hard climax, and it felt good. The candlestick was still in place and seemed to have added to the efficiency of my performance.
Kate continued to massage, and twist, and slide all along the tree with her hands, and the oatmeal lotion, and would not stop, and she said to Clarice, “I am going to bring him to climax again, watch with me as he brings it home.” Clarice said, “I wonder if he has anymore to give Kate?” Kate replied, “You can have whatever is left if you wish; otherwise, I will move in and take it.” Both girls smiled, and Clarice must be thinking that Kate and I are hardcore lovers. Kate’s technique was superb, and she maintained a steady and mind-boggling, two-handed twist, as Clarice jumped in and raked the berry-sack with her fingertips, for just over 10 minutes. At this time, an intense, and pleasurable wave built, but it developed slowly, with so much stimulation, my body was confused, but finally, a strong impulse wave occurred, and delivered, a thick, wide-swath of molten, viscous, pure-white essence, that did not fly, but erupted like a lava-flow with a slow stream, leaving a pool below the glans on my belly. Clarice, surprisingly, moved in, and swiped the glans, and wipe the tree clean, leaving the pool for Kate. Clarice took me into her velvety mouth, and siphoned off any remaining essence, then moved towards Kate for a deep kiss.
Kate then came to me, kissed me deeply, and remained for a minute, and to my surprise again, Clarice approached the pool of silky essence, and lovingly removed it from my belly. Clarice tapped Kate’s shoulder, and Kate looked at her, then moved towards her and they kissed, and fell into the bed embraced, and I removed the candlestick promptly from its unique resting place and felt relieved. I jumped out of bed, and put that bad boy in the kitchen trash, quickly cleaned and tidied my private, then dove back into bed, and nestled in the pillow-farm at the center of the bed. I said, “my diva’s, I need a hug. Come and rest for a time with me.” Kate and Clarice unlocked themselves, and Clarice moved to my left, and Kate to my right, and we pulled the sheet over us, because the air was cool from the frigid air-conditioning, and we rested together in deep reflection. After a few minutes, Clarice said, “I want to come back, and be with you guys again, if that would be OK.” Kate replied, “Bitch. You will always be welcome in our bed anytime,” and Kate and Clarice reached over me, and hugged each other, and me at the same time. This night was the best bonding I have ever known in such an intimate encounter, and I was happy, and satisfied as could be.
Even though we began our evening in a heavy metal music theme, neither of us were dark-force characters at heart, and each of us were just purveyors of heavy beats, and we let that music and its blood-red ambiance flow for a time. Eventually, Kate jumped out of bed, and changed the music to mellow love songs, and lowered the volume, while ducking out all the candles, except for two. Kate came back to bed, pulled the covers over Clarice and I, and we drifted off to a peaceful sleep. When I awoke the next morning, Kate and Clarice were already up, and the coffee was brewing. I jumped out of bed and headed to the bathroom to freshen up for my divas. When I got back, we all had some coffee and a light breakfast fare, and talked in the morning’s light. It was a pleasant time in my life, and I was happy, and so were Kate and Clarice. Kate looked at me and said, “Guess what, Romeo-boy? Clarice has invited us to her place tonight, and she is going to cook for us too.” I replied, “That is wonderful, thank you, Clarice, and we would love to spend the evening with you.” Clarice said, “Of course, I am going to share this with Élise, who will receive a royalty, OK” I replied, “Of course, Clarice, I fully understand, and this is a minor detail. We look forward to seeing you again and are excited about it.”
Eventually, it was time for Clarice to leave, and we all hugged and kissed, and said our goodbyes, knowing that we would see each other soon. With Clarice gone, Kate and I hugged and kissed, and took a long shower together, and I scrubbed her lovingly with a puff-pad, and a delightful honey-almond-oatmeal scrub, from head to toe. I washed her hair, massaged her scalp, and rubbed down her shoulders. Kate did the same for me, and we also toweled each other off when done. Moments later, we were all done, and morning fresh. The sun was glowing, and the patio door was open, allowing high-rise fresh air to enter our apartment. Eventually, we found each other close together again, and sure enough, we kissed, and hugged, and began a delightful morning session. We both got into bed, and I mounted Kate, and entered her deeply, and while looking into her eyes I said, “Kate Nadine, I love you.” Kate replied, “You are not out of the woods yet, Romeo-boy. Remember when Clarice asked me to defer your punishment? Well, prepare for pleasure instead. And for the record, I love you more!”