Braedon - III

III

“How are you?” Juliana asked her brother over the phone. She knew that Braedon had told her not to worry just that morning, but she couldn't help it. Her twin was as dear to her as her very own children were. She would do anything for him!

“I'm fine, Juli,” Jules assured her. “I think I really like it here.”

“Is there another party going on? Or is it the same one as last night?” Juliana asked, trying to be supportive and understanding.

“No parties so far... that I know of,” Jules stated. “I'm just laying in bed watching TV.” Which was half true. He was trying to watch TV, but nothing interested him. He pushed the button on the remote to turn the channel again in search of something long and without commercials.

To his relief, one of the premium channels had a decent movie on, but he couldn't remember what it was called.

“Did you do anything at all today, or did you just lay in bed all day long?” Juliana asked, hoping that he wasn't moping and hiding.

Jules blushed, but decided that if his sister was going to be nosy, then he would give her a reason to stop asking questions. “If you must know, I went with Braedon to the house of a Princess who trains in new recruits. I got to have a blowjob from 7 different – ”

“Okay, I get it!” Juliana hastily interrupted him.

“If you don't want to hear the details, then maybe should should stop asking so many questions,” Jules pointed out smugly.

“I am just worried about you!” Juliana exclaimed. “I want to make sure that you don't retreat into a shell of depression and never come out.”

“Then you picked the right place to bring me,” Jules admitted. “At least here, there's quite a bit to distract me, but I also have some time alone to think things through.” Such as now...

“Okay, good,” Juliana stated in relief. “I'll let you go for now, but I want you to call me at least once a day, when you have time. Otherwise I'll assume that something's wrong and call and bug you, okay?”

“Yeah, okay,” Jules agreed. “Love you.”

“I love you too,” Juliana murmured, sounding much less worried now, and then hung up.

Jules tossed the phone aside and stretched his naked body out a bit more comfortably as he watched the movie. It barely kept his attention, which meant that part of him was still dwelling on things he'd rather not think about.

A naked woman he didn't know walked into his room softly, sort of half startling him. He eyed her warily as she climbed onto the bed without saying a word, and then settled herself so that she was laying on top of him with her head in his lap. She made it a bit difficult to see the TV, but Jules didn't care. He was too busy hoping that she planned to do what he thought she did.

Sure enough, she started stroking his shaft with her hands and tongue, working him up slowly. Jules sighed in contentment, and grinned up at the ceiling. I could get used to this!

What the twins said flashed through his mind, and he wondered once again if he had it in him to honor the vow a King of this society made. The vow to have sex with literally everyone who asked him. A wry harrumph escaped him.

I guess the only way to find out is to try it and see!

Having decided that, he remembered that Braedon said that each member's goal was to please their bed partner, so he decided to stop simply enjoying the pleasure and give a little back to her. Conveniently, her legs were straddling his chest in a way that made it extremely easy for him to explore her with his fingers and tongue.

She purred appreciatively in response, then took his entire length into her mouth the best she could.

Braedon smiled at them fondly from the open doorway for a moment before leaving them alone. It looked like it might be a quite night, and so he had a rare opportunity to relax and maybe read a book. He was almost certain that one of his regular lovers would show up later on, but for now, the only member in the house was currently interested in Jules, and Braedon was glad! He returned to his room and got comfortable in bed.

Meanwhile, both Jules and the unknown woman were moaning from the mutual oral stimulation. He could tell that she had lots of practice sucking on a man, and did his best to please her in return. Judging by the way her legs shook, he had to be doing something right. The thought made him mentally grin in pride.

His fingers wiggled over a rough spot inside her that swelled slightly. He continued to lick her as his fingers wiggled and she responded by getting tighter and tighter. Suddenly, she gripped his shaft tightly – almost too tightly – and nearly choked on him as she squealed. A sweet fluid gushed into his mouth, completely surprising him.

He mentally chuckled because while he had experienced this phenomenon, only one of his previous girlfriends had ever let him practice on her long enough to accomplish it. The same one that liked threesomes. She'd been just about the only adventurous partner he'd ever had, and she'd also been the only one he had stayed with longer than a couple of nights.

He may well have stayed with her forever, but she got pregnant and left him because she no longer wanted to be adventurous and knew that he didn't have it in him to settle down. As a result, they'd remained friends and raised their daughter together but separately, which suited him just fine.

Sensing she had lost his attention to his thoughts, the woman who had just gushed shifted until she was laying on top of him, face to face. She tickled his neck until she was certain that he was paying attention to her once more, and then impaled herself on his shaft.

Jules grunted almost happily. He smiled up at her as she slowly began to slide up and down. She and the distraction she provided was exactly what he needed right now, and to his astonishment, he almost loved her in a way. It was confusing to the part of him that was numb with grief, but it felt so right to the rest of him.

They made love – or something very close to it – for hours before finally snuggling up and going to sleep. Jules slept peacefully for the first time in a long time. His lover's weight on him was strangely comforting.

In the morning, he woke up feeling refreshed and ready to face the day! This was a strange feeling for him. Even before his life fell apart, he was never really one to wake up in the morning with the energy and motivation to do something – anything! Kissing his lover but not waking her, he got out of bed and went to find something to eat.

Braedon was cooking up a jumble of meat, scrambled eggs, and hashbrowns. There was nowhere near as many people to feed today, so he was only making a small amount. Jules looked around for a pot of coffee but didn't find any. He stood around hesitantly, wondering if it would be okay for him to look through the cupboards.

A man Jules didn't know strode into the kitchen looking like a zombie. He went straight for a cupboard under the counter in the corner and pulled out the coffee pot. Jules watched him lightly touch the variety of coffees with a finger until he decided to go with an organic variety that Jules had never heard of before.

Then the man pulled out a grinder to grind the beans. Just that was enough to make Jules moan from the fabulous smell. He almost drooled as he waited for the coffee to brew. Both men held onto mugs and contained themselves just long enough for the pot to brew exactly enough for the both of them before taking it and filling their mugs. The first sip evoked soft sighs of pleasure from both of them.

Braedon laughed. “You both sound like crack addicts to me!” He had already dished up a plate of food for each of them, and held them out with a smile.

Jules took the plate gratefully and immediately sat at the closest table. The unknown man took his plate and then held it off to the side as he kissed Braedon. Jules watched them curiously.

“Oh man!” The woman groaned as she joined them. “That smells fantastic! I wish I had time to eat...” She knew exactly where to find a disposable travel mug so that she could fill it with coffee.

“Thanks for the fun,” she murmured, kissing Jules on the cheek. “Wish I could come play with you again tonight, but sadly I'm probably not going to be able to come back for a long time.”

“Why not?” Braedon wondered curiously.

“Traveling around the country for work,” she stated, sounding both aggravated and pleased. “No time to tell you all the details, my King. I've gotta run!” And with that, she really did run to her car and throw on a dress before driving away.

Jules watched her go, wishing he had remembered to ask her her name before she ran off. Part of him even wished he had gotten her cellphone number so that he could talk to her if he got lonely. He dug into his breakfast with a moan of appreciation, and pushed her to the back of his mind, for now.

Considering that it was now Friday, the house was surprisingly empty for most of the day. Sometime during the afternoon, Braedon started cooking a ton of food. It was mostly simple fare – a pot roast and potatoes – but he also made a couple of side dishes and desserts. At almost exactly 5PM, people started to arrive.

Jules was surprised that no one immediately started having sex. They all got naked as they left their car – which Jules realized was probably a good idea if they had valuables that they didn't want to lose. Their nudity felt natural after he relaxed a bit.

Even so, to him, nudity equaled sex – or at the very least time to take a shower or something. Therefore, it was strange that they all dished up and started eating, chatting away like old friends. The more he listened, the more he realized that they pretty much were old friends! Even the younger ones – all fully initiated members of the society – held conversations as if they'd known the others their entire lives.

The more Jules saw, the more he liked this society! Around 7PM, everyone had eaten their fill and some lightly alcoholic drinks were made by a man who must work as a bartender because he knew them all by heart. He was also skilled at flipping bottles and putting on a show as he made the drinks. He flirtily demanded a kiss as payment anytime someone took one of the drinks he made.

Jules didn't drink anything. Not because he had a problem kissing the bartender but because he simply wasn't in the mood for alcohol. A glass of water was perfect for him at the moment.

Suddenly, the mood changed. It went from a fairly lighthearted gathering to a touchy feely one. The air itself seemed to thicken with lust until Jules could almost taste it. He felt his blood thicken as well, as if his body was already preparing to jump in bed with someone.

A pleasantly plump woman who looked about 21 years old walked up to Jules confidently. She smiled at him; her face glowing with desire. She took his hand in hers and led him towards his room.

Considering that she didn't even need to ask where his room was, he realized that it must be common knowledge somehow. He chuckled in amusement, delighted by her silent assurance that he wouldn't turn her down. In truth, at this very moment, she was utterly beautiful to him, despite not being his normal type.

She gave him such incredible pleasure that he was afraid he didn't have enough skill to pleasure her in return, but by her every indication, she thoroughly enjoyed his touch. A second woman joined them at some point, and then a third. By the time Jusles was too exhausted to go on, he had quite a few women and men in bed with him – though none of the men had insisted that he touch them.

He fell asleep long before they were finished playing. His last conscious thought was: no wonder this bed is so massive!

*****

Nobody went home in the morning. Braedon was too occupied – he was still passed out from the many lovers in his bed – to cook, but the maid had expected this. She was being faithful to her boyfriend, and therefore had not played with anyone. As a result, she had gotten plenty of sleep, and was now cooking.

There was at least 50 people staying over – not all of which had slept in Braedon or Jules' bed, by the way – and so food was continually made throughout the day. More people arrived as the day progessed. Some of them even brought their children!

This surprised Jules, but then he realized that everyone behaved more or less normally during the day. Aside from being naked, they could be at any house party. The back yard was just full of people playing games such as volleyball or lawndarts. There was a pool for people to swim in, and several of the kids chased each other with large water guns.

This is a real community! A real group of people who actually care about each other. People who come together in friendship... and love...

Jules grinned and felt the numbness surrounding his heart start to fade a bit. He had never had many friends because he had never really felt like he belonged anywhere. I think I could get used to this!

Braedon called out to him around 6 in the evening. “Hey Jules! Your sister is on the phone!”

Jules chuckled, excused himself from the group of people he was chatting with, and rushed to his room so that he could talk with her in private. Sort of.

There was a pair of teenaged boys playing a video game in his room, but he simply ignored them and they ignored him.

“Juli?” Jules said when he picked up the phone. He heard a click and knew by the sudden reduction in noise that Braedon had hung up the handset he held.

“Braedon tells me that you're having fun,” Juliana stated.

“I am!” Jules replied honestly. “It's been interesting meeting all these new people. I was just talking to a small business owner, an ad exec, and a farmer! Talk about a wide variety of backgrounds!”

“You sound almost happy,” Juliana murmured, relieved that her twin seemed to be much better than he had been the entire month that he'd stayed at her house.

“In a way, I almost am!” Jules excleimed because he was surprised to realize that it was true. “I feel like I belong here.”

“I'm glad,” Juliana purred. Jules could tell that she was smiling even though he couldn't see her.

“Listen, I want to get back to the party. Someone was going to show me how to play Canasta,” Jules informed her.

Juliana laughed. “We used to play Canasta as kids!”

“Did we?” Jules asked, unable to recall doing so.

“Yes, but you didn't like it because I always won!”

“Oh! That game... Hmm... I wonder if I'll be any better at it now?”

“Good luck,” Juliana wished with a laugh. “I love you.”

“Love you too, sis.” Jules smiled at the phone after he had hung it up for a few minutes. He felt blessed to have a sister that loved him so much that she would actually call up an ex that she had treated badly just to help him out. Not to mention that she wasn't judging him for anything he was doing here even though it was all stuff she personally thought was immoral.

Humming, he returned to the party. The first thing he noticed was that the back yard had turned into a campground in the few minutes he was gone. He stood at the rail of the balcony and watched what was going on.

First of all, no one had brought children younger than five without at least one older sibling to look after them. This meant that all of the children had set up tents in a somewhat secluded area of the back yard. They were now having their own party – which was not so surprisingly louder than the main party. They all seemed to get along, and there were plenty of older children to keep an eye on all the younger kids.

Secondly, of the adults that had set up tents, they were slowly pairing off and disappearing into them. Others started a bonfire, and plenty of people were simply hanging out and talking about anything and everything.

“Ah!” Jules remarked in enlightenment. Suddenly it made sense how 50 people had managed to spend the night in a house that only had room for 20 or 30 people, depending on how many people could squeeze into each bed – or onto the furniture. “I wonder how many people are here now?”

“At least 200,” Braedon answered, startling him.

“Did you plan all this?” Jules wondered.

“Uuummm... yes and no. I did not plan it so much as I knew that anyone who wanted to would show up. This is pretty common. Sometimes we have only 20 or 30 people come over on a weekend, and every now and then we have all of the close to 1000 people in this region show up. But on those weekends, generally someone has taken the time to plan out an official party,” Braedon explained. “This here? This is about average. Maybe a little more than average.” He shrugged.

“Wow!” Jules simply loved the idea of having a party every weekend, and not the kind of party that relied heavily on alcohol! This was more like his childhood when his parents took him to a trailer at a campground full of other trailers next to a lake. Only everyone was naked...

A woman in her 30s walked up to them. “Good evening, my King.”

“Good evening, Gwen” Braedon returned the greeting with a smile.

Gwen traced a finger from Jules' collar bone down past his belly button. Jules gulped to wet his suddenly dry throat. This woman might possibly be the most gorgeous woman he had ever seen!

Using the railing of the balcony, Gwen climbed up Jules until her legs were wrapped around his waist and her arms clung to his neck.

Braedon chuckled at the look on Jules' face – which was a cross between Oh wow! and Dear God, forgive me for I am about to sin!

“Have fun!” Braedon bade. Jules just barely remembered to nod in acknowledgement before he carried the gorgeous woman towards his room.

Gwen finally decided that the time was right to kiss Jules, which prompted Braedon to call after them. “Oh! And watch out! Gwen bites!”

Gwen chuckled throatily. “You better believe it!”

Jules moaned as she proved this fact to him by biting his bottom lip. A tiny stinging indicated that she'd drawn blood, but she immediately began to lick it up. He groaned and then practically ran the rest of the way to his room.

Gwen opted to forgo foreplay and pushed him onto his back the moment they landed on his bed. She straddled him, riding him almost frantically until she sensed that he was close to finishing. Abruptly, she stopped, dismounted, and occupied herself with biting his nipples.

Jules groaned in response to the way she abandoned him just as he was getting ready to pump her full. Then he inhaled a sizzling breath in response to her mild abuse of his nipples. Determined to continue, he rolled her under him and slid right back inside her.

She laughed, enjoying the way he pounded into her. If the bed had not been so sturdy, he almost certainly would have been banging it into the wall! Growling like a kitten, she bit his shoulder and dug her nails into his back.

“Oh shit! Gwen's in here, better find somewhere else!” Someone exclaimed. A couple of others giggled in agreement, and then the entire group disappeared.

Jules laughed. “It seems you have quite the reputation!”

“They are wimps! Just because I like it rough...” Gwen trailed off, grinning at him. She then pushed him away.

He thought she was tired of him until she got onto her hands and knees and patted her ass. Jules entered her eagerly, trying to be gentle. She rocked into him roughly, encouraging him to bang into her. Her fingers rubbed her clitoris, causing her to get noticeably tighter around him.

Jules pounded into her until he felt ready to pump her full, but she had other ideas. She forced him to stop, which was frustrating even as he wondered what she planned to do next. She pushed him onto his back again, but this time, she straddled his face.

At her command, Jules began to fuck her with his tongue. She rubbed herself as he did this and practically sang from the pleasure. Her hips moved jerkily for quite some time, which thankfully gave him air when he needed to take a breath. Suddenly, she pushed herself into his mouth as much as possible, squealing as fluid gushed from her.

Jules gulped it down, waiting for her to stop shaking before he grabbed her and flipped her onto her stomach. Pinning her down with his body, he located her wet opening, and then entered her in one smooth thrust. He held her arms captive in an attempt to give her the truly rough sex that she craved as he rammed into her over and over.

She loved every moment, but that didn't stop her from biting his arm and sucking his blood as he did his best to fuck her into the bed. Much later, Jules was finally allowed to pump her full, which he did with a roar of satisfaction. He gasped repeatedly for air as he collapsed on top of her.

She purred happily as he drifted off to sleep. She would have prefered that he get violent with her, but considering that he wasn't even a member of her society, he did surprisingly well! She was almost ready to go to sleep too!

A man chuckled almost menacingly. “It looks like you have been naughty, Gwen!”

Gwen whimpered. She wasn't actually a slave, but she was submissive. She hadn't realized that her Dom was watching them. He wouldn't be mad at her for having sex with someone other than him, but he would pretend to be so that he could punish her. Mentally, she was grinning in anticipation, but on the outside, she pretended to be afraid of her impending punishment.

Jules was passed out by this time, and had no idea that they used his bed right next to him. He barely even noticed when Gwen wiggled out from underneath him.

Gwen whimpered again as her Dom forced her to accept his dick as far down her throat as possible. He held the back of her neck and forceably thrust in and out of her mouth. To an observer, it looked like he didn't care in the slightest if she choked, but he knew that she was used to this and wouldn't actually be hurt.

“You naughty bitch! You dared to try being dominant with him? If he hadn't pinned you down, I would have had to whip you!”

She almost chuckled as she realized that he must have been watching her all the way back when she straddled Jules' face. She hummed an apology, savoring the taste of him. He tasted like he had been inside at least one other woman, but hadn't yet cum. She knew that he loved to save it for her to swallow. His balls tightened in a clear signal that he was ready to coat her throat.

When they were done, they curled up together and fell asleep.