Names Have Power: Tim's Magic Voice Makes A Harem (8 page)

She bit her lip. “I’ve never kissed a boy’s thing
before. So my first time for
that
has to be with you too.”

“Bullshit!” cried Gothika, who was standing up from
her kneeling position. “You’re not getting your cherry mouth anywhere near Tim’s
cock till he’s come in
my
mouth. Got it, girlie?”

I tried to recover the discussion. “Child, I don’t
know why you’re pushing me about your virginity, but it’s no go. Period, end of
discussion, the end.”

“But you told me to!” said Ashley Lynn. “You said, `Ashley,
wait till later for that first one here. I’m not interested in getting sexy
with you right now.’”

I tried using what I’d learned with Susie, about
changing a prior Power command. “Ashley Lynn, when I said that, I didn’t mean
you. I was talking—”

“—to me,” said Gothika. “The woman also known as
Ashley Holly Baker.” Gothika then put on a Southern accent and added, “But if
any of y’all call me `Ashley Holly,’ you will dah a slow and painful dayuth.”

Meanwhile, I was looking at Ashley Lynn, expecting
her to pick up her knapsack, mutter blushing apologies, and flee. Instead, she
said, “Can we f—boink now, or do I got to wait some more? And can one of you
teach me how to … kiss his thing?”

I was wracking my brains, trying to figure out a
way to outsmart my Power, when Slave Jeanette spoke up. “Tim, I think you
should do it. Take her cherry.”

Ashley Lynn looked at Slave Jeanette with a hopeful
expression; Gothika and I looked at Slave Jeanette as if she were a Martian. “How
do you figure that?” I asked.

Slave Jeanette replied, “
You
not only make a
woman’s body feel good, you make her heart feel good too. Special. Desired. And
good or bad, every woman remembers her first fuck.”

“How old are you?” Gothika asked Ashley Lynn.

“Eighteen and three months. And twenty-two days,”
Ashley Lynn told me.

“Still a virgin at eighteen?” Slave Jeanette said.
“Poor child.”

Gothika smiled at me. “She’s legal.” Then Gothika
knelt in front of me again, saying, “But I wasn’t kidding. I have a promise to
keep, and nobody’s getting near Tim till I keep it.” Then Gothika yanked down
my shorts, and then grabbed my cock with her mouth.

Ever been sucked-off by a motivated and expert cocksucker,
while a teen virgin watches you with an expression that combines amazement and
lust? It seemed like mere seconds before I was thrusting my hips and moaning.

“She’s swallowing all his man-juice,” Slave
Jeanette explained to Ashley Lynn. “Boys
really, really
like it when a
girl does that. But a girl who refuses to, is a tease and a bitch.” Ashley Lynn
nodded, but her eyes never left Gothika’s bobbing head.

When Gothika finally pulled her mouth off my happy
cock, and I was putting my cock back in my pants again, the doorbell rang.

For the second time in an hour, I had to hurry to
stuff my Gothika-sucked dick back in my pants. I opened the front door. Standing
there was Ashley Lynn’s mother (and Brother Simon’s wife), Ashley Sue.

Ashley Sue looked relieved to see me. “Timothy!”

I said, “I don’t know how you found her, but she’s
here,” as I opened the door and gestured Ashley Sue inside.

She looked confused. “Who is `her’?”

“Um, hi, Mom,” said Ashley Lynn.

“Honey, why are you here and not at Debbie’s?”

Ashley Lynn began, “Well, I couldn’t understand the
lecture in geometry—”

I spun around. “
What?
”

As soon as I looked into the girl’s eyes, she said,
“Actually, Mom, I came here to get my first times with Mister Hanson. To do,
you know,
sex stuff.
”

Ashley Sue gasped. “Ashley Lynn, are you turning
into a
slut
? After all that your father and I have done for you?”

But before the daughter could answer the mother’s question,
the mom herself got put on the spot: Gothika asked, “If you didn’t know your
daughter was here, why did you come here?”

“To invite everyone…” Ashley Sue stammered when I
made eye contact with her. “Um, I told Simon that I was going here to invite
everyone to our church next Sunday. And y’all are. Invited, I mean. But mainly…”

By now, Ashley Sue’s cheeks were red. The minister’s
respectable wife took a breath, looked me in the eyes, and said, “Mainly, I
came here to have sex with you here, Timothy, like I’ve never had before.”
Behind me, Ashley Lynn gasped.

What was I supposed to do now? Fucking a minister’s
wife—not to mention the minister’s virgin teen daughter—seemed to me wrong,
wrong, wrong. But I couldn’t negate my Power in this, so my choices were either
to enjoy both Ashleys, or watch them go straitjacket-crazy.

Behind me, Ashley Lynn asked, “Mister Hanson, does
this mean you’ll get naked now?”

Chapter 15
Two Ashleys’ First Times

In my living room, Ashley Sue looked at me and
said, “Mainly, I came here to have sex with you, Timothy, like I’ve never had
before.” Behind me, Ashley Lynn gasped.

Then Ashley Lynn asked, “Mister Hanson, does this
mean you’ll get naked now?”

“Come in my bedroom, both of you,” I said. “We need
to talk.”

“`Talk’? Is
that
what you call it?” Gothika
said.

I started to walk toward my bedroom. At that,
Ashley Sue raised a hand and glared at her daughter. “Young lady, you don’t
need to be a part of this. You go home right this instant.”

“Why? So you can cheat on Father without me seeing
it? It’s still adultery.” Ashley Lynn was dressed like a goody-two-shoes, but
right now she showed the rebellious face of a teen runaway.

“Ashley Sue, Ashley Lynn,” I said, “follow me, both
of you.” I walked into my bedroom and both Effib women joined me there. Once in
the bedroom, I said to them, “Ashley Sue, Ashley Lynn, each of you accept that
you have a sexual need to be here and that the other one also needs to be here.
Even if you don’t understand it, accept it.” They both nodded, and their tense
postures relaxed.

But then Ashley Sue pointed to a twin mattress that
was lying in a corner. “Why is there both a king-sized bed and a twin mattress
in your bedroom?”

I had not shut my bedroom door, and so Gothika and
Slave Jeanette were standing outside my doorway, watching and listening. Now Slave
Jeanette replied, “That’s my bed. I sleep there when I’m not fucking Tim.”

“You treat her like a dog?” Ashley Lynn asked me.
The girl’s expression was a mixture of outrage, curiosity, and excitement.

Gothika laughed. “First of all, Jen-Jen is
my
slave
—she doesn’t rate a four-poster bed. Secondly, Tim’s girlfriend and
his
slave girl aren’t here right now.”

“I’m sorry?” Ashley Sue said to Gothika. “You have
a slave, Timothy has a slave,
and
Timothy has a girlfriend?”

The mother had asked the question, but Gothika
replied to the daughter: “Let that be a lesson to you. If you ever start
shaking your naked boobs in guys’ faces on the job, one day you’ll be doing
kinky shit off the job.”

I said, “To clarify what Gothika said: My bed
sleeps three, it doesn’t sleep four. When Sarah and Slave Deborah are here,
they sleep with me. So ordinarily, Slave Jeanette can’t fit on my bed. Hence,
the mattress there.”

Ashley Lynn crossed her arms and tapped her foot. “This
is all interesting, but
we’re in your bedroom
. Do we get naked now? Are
we about to
do sex stuff
?”

“Yes, in a minute,” I replied.

I’d realized that if these two Ashleys were
magically compelled to have sex with me (and would go crazy if they didn’t), it
was my moral duty to have sex with both of them. Besides, this whole situation
had me steel-hard again.

“In a minute, I will have sex with you, young lady,”
I basically told Ashley Lynn. But then I looked at her mother and added, “But
first I need to know what exactly
you
expect from me, when I romp with
you
.”

Ashley Sue said, “It has to be sex, with you, of a
type I’ve never done before. I’ve never cheated on my husband before, so
Timothy, I want you to fuck me till I scream.”

“You’ve never cheated on Hubby?” Gothika asked. “But
surely you’ve
wanted
to, hm?”

“Of course not, never,” Ashley Sue snapped. But
then she caught my glance, and she said, “Except when I found out that my
husband was screwing Mary Bell. Then I felt like walking naked into a frat
house.”

Ashley Lynn’s eyebrows shot up. “Mary Bell, the
Choir Director?
Our
Mary Bell?”

“Uh-huh. So now you understand why I haven’t sent
her a Christmas card for three years now.”

I said to Ashley Sue, “I’m not comfortable with
fucking you, since you’re married. What about oral sex? Is that something you’ve
never done before?”

“Oh, please. Simon made me suck his cock on our
wedding night. Nowadays I have to blow him at least three times a week, Mary
Bell or no Mary Bell.” She turned to her daughter and added, “`Be ye submissive
to your husbands’ means that if he wants a blowjob, he gets a blowjob.”

Ashley Lynn shuddered. “Too much information, Mom!”

Ashley Sue shrugged. “Could be worse. Thank God,
your father isn’t into—”

“Don’t say it, Ashley Sue!” I told her. I wasn’t about
to butt-fuck a minister’s virgin daughter. But if anyone mentioned anal sex
around Ashley Lynn, she would be compelled to add it to her list of “first
times” with me.

Then I returned to the earlier topic. “What about
cunnilingus?” I asked Ashley Sue. “What kinds have you received before?”

“Cunni-
what
?”

“Pussy-licking,” I explained. “The woman receiving
oral sex.”

She looked at me in puzzlement. “Isn’t that what
lesbians do?”

“So in all the time you’ve been married, Simon has
never licked your pussy?”

Again I got a puzzled look. “How could he? He’s not
a lesbian.”

I covered my eyes with my hand. “Slave Jeanette,
explain birds, bees, and tuna tacos to Ashley Sue,” I said.

Slave Jeanette smiled at me and said to Ashley Sue,
“It’s not just wild women who lick pussies.
Most
men do it too. In fact,
Tim is talented.”

“Ooh, I
gotta
try that!” Ashley Lynn
exclaimed. “Please, Mister Hanson, can we?
Please
?”

“Me too?” Ashley Sue said.

I said, “It looks like we have the agenda for the
three-way worked out.” I began unbuttoning my shirt.

“Um, Mister Hanson?” Ashley Lynn squeaked. “Will
they
be…?” She was looking at my stripper housemates.

My hands left my shirt. I smacked my forehead, then
walked to the doorway of my bedroom. Slave Jeanette was grinning; Gothika was
smirking. I said, “Go watch some DVDs of `The L Word.’ Nothing to see here.”
Then I shut my bedroom door.

I turned to the girl. “Ashley Lynn, I’m going to
make love to your mother before I have sex with you. I know you have questions,
but some of them will get answered if you watch carefully.”

Then I turned to the other woman there, who looked
nervous. “Ashley Sue Effib,” I said, “enjoy all this, and don’t worry about what
anyone sees you doing here.” Then I kissed her, long and slow.

Ashley Lynn remarked, “Mom, your nipples have
gotten pointy.”

“It means his kiss is getting me hot,” Ashley Sue
said, in a husky voice. Then she stepped back and reached for the buttons on
her blouse.

“Nuh-uh,” I said. “Undressing you is
my
job.”
I began to unbutton her blouse.

“Oh my,” she said. “The last time I was undressed
by a man was my honeymoon.”

The shirttails of her blouse were tucked into her
skirt. After I’d unbuttoned her blouse and as I was pulling the blouse free, I
said, “Ashley Sue, you deserve better from Simon than you’re getting.” Neither
mother nor daughter made reply.

Two minutes later, I had Ashley Sue bare to the
waist, and I was sucking on a nipple. She enjoyed that: “Oh my. Oh my.
Ohh
,
that feels good.”

Ashley Lynn asked, “Mom, why do you have your eyes
closed?”

“Because, anything I see is a distraction right
now. Timothy, that is very nice.”

The room was getting pungent with the smell of
aroused female. After I unzipped Ashley Sue’s skirt and pushed it down to the
floor, I moved my hand inside her panties. “You’re wet,” I said.

“So am I, Mister Hanson,” Ashley Lynn said. “I’m
really wanting for someone to touch me where you’re touching Mom.”

I hugged Ashley Sue close to me with my left arm,
while my right hand delighted her pussy and clit. Meanwhile, I turned to Ashley
Lynn and said, “Young lady, you have a choice. You can wait a half-hour or an
hour till it’s your turn with me, or else you can take matters in hand.”

“I’ll try to hold off, Mister Hanson. But I’m
totally horny.”

By now I’d undressed the mother completely, and I
was leading her to my bed. But I glanced over at Ashley Lynn and said, “Congratulations,
girl. You’ve finally spoken a word that wasn’t Sunday School approved.”

I lay down with Ashley Sue. I kissed her on the
lips, while I played with her pussy. Then I got on top of her, kissing her
body. I treated her torso like a ski run: I kissed to the right, and I licked
to the left, but always I was moving in one overall direction.

By the time that Ashley Sue’s pubic hair was
stroking my chin, she was moaning and writhing, and she reeked of pussy juice.

I pushed myself up, looked Ashley Sue in the eyes,
and asked, “Are you ready to receive your first pussy-licking?”

“
Do it!
”

I did. Her hips came right off the bed when my
tongue touched her clit, and she screamed till she gasped for air. Beyond my
bedroom door sounded whistles and applause.

I licked Ashley Sue’s pussy, and sucked on her
clit, for a good long time. She really liked my trick of pushing a finger in
her pussy, and both my thumb and my tongue stroking her clit at the same time.

Did she enjoy the time I spent licking her? Let me
put it this way: I found myself wishing I’d brought a golf counter to bed. Did
she orgasm so hard, and so often, because I was great at cunnilingus? Perhaps.
Or perhaps Ashley Sue climaxed so well because she was so psyched up
beforehand.

When I rolled off Ashley Sue and looked at the
clock, forty-five minutes had passed.

“How
was
it, Mom?”

“Daughter, it was
wondrous
. Timothy, thank
you, thank you.”

I climbed off the bed, looked at Ashley Lynn, and
smiled. “I’m ready for you now, but I think you’d prefer for me to first wash
my face and brush my teeth.”

“Please don’t take too long, Mister Hanson, okay?”

“Okay, but no more `Mister Hanson’ while you’re sucking
my cock or I’m fucking you. Ashley Lynn, Ashley Sue, if sex is done right, we’re
equals.”

When I stepped out of the master bathroom, I saw
that Ashley Sue had pulled her panties back on. But she was making no effort to
dress further. It isn’t often I see a topless minister’s wife.

I walked up to Ashley Lynn and put my hands on her
girlish shoulders. “Are you ready to fuck away your cherry, suck cock, and get
licked?”

“
Shit yeah
, Tim!” the virginal minister’s
daughter replied.

“Language, young lady,” Ashley Sue said. But she
was smiling.

“Here we go, Ashley Lynn,” I said. Then I kissed
her. “Now I’m going to undress you.”

Minutes later, I had Ashley Lynn bare to the waist.
She had great-looking skin that was also soft to the touch. Her tits were almost
as big as her mother’s, and the girl’s “girls” had no sag to them. “Great tits,”
I said.

Ashley Lynn smiled big. “You really think so?”

“Shit yeah, Ashley Lynn!” I said. All three of us
laughed. I was cupping both teenaged tits at the time, tugging at the nipples,
so I knew that both Ashleys knew I was sincere.

Ashley Sue stepped forward. “Now, honey, do to him
what he did to you: Undress him to the waist.” Seconds later, the mother was
telling the daughter, “That’s it, whenever you see skin of his, caress it. It’ll
get both of you hot.”

Seconds later, I said, “Your mom is right, you
know. Look, it’s gotten bigger and harder.” I was talking about the cock-bulge
in my pants.

Ashley Lynn looked down, and her eyes got big. “Can
I touch it?”

“Sure, in a little bit, you can touch it naked. But
for right now, rub the front of my pants.”

“Oh, it’s like wood! Or steel.”

“And you made me that way.”

“Wow.”

“`Wow’ is right,” Ashley Sue murmured.

I sat Ashley Lynn on the edge of my bed, and pulled
off her shoes and knee-high stockings. She returned the favor with my shoes and
socks. Then I said, “Before I remove your skirt, I want you to remove my pants.”

She nodded and de-pantsed me. Then I “discovered”
that when my pants were around my ankles, I needed her help to step out of
them. She squatted down so that I could use her shoulder as a cane. Which by
the way, put her face only inches from my boxers-covered dick. You better
believe I had a boner.

Ashley Lynn’s eyes were wide. “Ooh, do we have to
wait till we’re both naked to take the next step? Help me, Mom.”

“Hold on a sec,” I said. I walked to the nightstand
by my bed, my erection swaying inside my boxers; seconds later, I returned
holding a foil-wrapped condom.

Standing in front of Ashley Lynn, I gave her a sex-ed
lecture—nearly naked, and with a hard-on:

“We guys
hate
putting on a condom. But
Ashley Lynn, believe me when I tell you that we’ll always put one on when you
make it clear that our choices are `wear a condom’ or `no sex.’ But guys will
try to argue you away from that ultimatum; we’ll say, `I’m clean.’ Ashley Lynn,
believe me: Some guys will say they’re clean when they think they’re not, and a
few shitheads will swear they’re clean when they
know
they’re not.”

Ashley Sue asked, “Are
you
clean?”

“I haven’t been tested since last month,” I
replied. I didn’t mention that before I got the Power, I’d been living like a
monk, so who needs disease testing? I continued, “I’m currently involved with
five women, seven counting you two—”

“
Seven?
” Ashley Sue echoed.

“—so if you and I had done anything other than cunnilingus,
you better believe I’d have worn a condom.” I turned back to her daughter and
said, “When you and I fuck, I’ll wear a condom. Besides not giving you a
disease if I have one, nobody here wants my tadpoles hooking up with your
basketball.”