A Memoir of the New Paradigm  Chapter 5 
by Sunblind - written for DTM / Amy's Conquest



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Waking up from a night's sleep, "surrounded," is a wonderful feeling. You feel
safe, and warm, and loved. If you are safe and warm and loved by your
host-lady. If not, I imagine it is a very different feeling.

You wake up, and you know you're awake, but you're in total darkness, you can
feel the pressure of her feminine walls, and the residual images of your
host-lady's dreams, if she had any, are vivid.

I hardly ever remember my dreams. The times, however, that I have slept
"surrounded" by Janey, I usually retain her dreams pretty fully. (The only
women I've ever been fully surrounded by are Janey and Harper. And I've never
slept in Harper.) And this night was no different.

The only thing was that despite the fact that we'd just had a night of utter
togetherness and contentment, Janey's subconscious was clearly a little bit
preoccupied.

Her dreams were all based on the premise that this coming week with her mom
and her sister, Nancy, staying with us would not be easy on either of us. They
weren't estranged, but Janey's mom and sister definitely held her at arm's
length. They just couldn't wrap their minds around Janey's and my
relationship.

Over the past twelve years, Nancy had become more and more hard-core in her
belief that Testostrogen had been delivered to our world through the work of
what she termed the Higher Femininity (according to Nancy, there is a deity,
and she finally got around to straightening things out on planet Earth), and
that men were, in fact, inferior beings. Janey's comment: I guess some women
just can't handle their Testostrogen.

While most women (nearly all) treated men as inferior, not too many of them
felt it was their righteous (god given) responsibility to keep men in their
place. Nancy not only felt that way, but she was a proselytizer, and never
passed up an opportunity to engage. Janey, of course, always did her best to
let Nancy just howl at the moon. But Nancy knew ... how could she not ... how
Janey felt about me. And our relationship ... and my existence ... did not sit
well with her. It wasn't so much that I had corrupted her innocent sister. It
was more that she hated all men, and I just happened to be a man.

Nancy always went out of her way to create circumstances for which she could
discipline me. Janey had talked to Nancy more than once about how if Nancy
thought I needed discipline that the right way to go about it was to take it
up with Janey. Mostly, Nancy just flat-out ignored her.

I remember once, on a previous visit, Nancy called me up to the room in which
she was staying. I was in the kitchen clearing the breakfast dishes. Janey and
Nancy were heading out on some excursion and both of them had gone back
upstairs, following breakfast, to finish dressing.

Suddenly, Nancy was back in the kitchen. She grabbed me by my ear so hard that
I cannot imagine how it did not come off. She dragged me up to the guest room.
I said nothing and gave no resistance. She dragged me into the room and pushed
me to the floor. On my knees, eyes down.

"What the hell is this?"

See, that is what Nancy would do. I could not possibly know of what she spoke,
so I basically had to engage. And no matter how deferential I was, it would
still result in some excuse for her to mess with me.

"I'm sorry, Nancy. I'm sure I can fix it. What's wrong."

"This." She pointed to the bed that I had rushed upstairs and made, while she
and Janey were eating their breakfast.

"I'm sorry, Nancy. I'm not sure ... "

"My god, you are an idiot." She indicated the comforter. "It's at least two
inches longer on this side."

"I'm sorry. I'll fix that right away."

As I shuffled over to the bed, eyes down, she grabbed me roughly. Standing
next to me, and facing the same direction, she wrapped her left arm around me,
across my butt, and grabbed my left wrist. Then, with my right arm trapped
between us, and pressing up against her big left breast, she lifted me about a
foot off the ground. She brought her right hand down across her body, took
hold of my penis and started pumping me.

I tried to hold out. I kicked my feet, but her arm around me was like a steel
band.

"If you cum on my bed, so help me, I will torture your cock, and I will
squeeze your balls until you cry real tears."

"Nancy," I choked out through gritted teeth, "Please, I'll fix the bed."

And just then Janey called out from the hall, "Nancy! Are you ready?" God
damn, just the sound of her voice is all I need. I came, all over the
comforter.

And she just kept pumping. Having just cum, my cock was super-sensitive, and I
redoubled my kicking and thrashing. She squeezed me so hard that I thought my
hips were going to buckle. And just as I was about to pass out from the
post-orgasm torture, she slammed me down on the bed, and holding me down with
one hand on my chest, set about to squeezing my balls so hard that I could not
imagine how they didn't just pop.

I knew better than to call for help, so I kept quiet all through it.
Eventually, Janey, who had no idea that this was going on, called to Nancy
again, this time from downstairs. Nancy gave me one more good squeeze, and
headed downstairs. Janey, assuming I was still in the kitchen, called out her
goodbyes, and the two of them headed out. I, eventually, recovered; washed the
comforter, and remade the bed.

Whenever Nancy was around, Janey and I put on our New Paradigm personalities,
and did our best to act the part. It was just easier. Besides, we didn't want
Nancy to report us. Plus, if Janey treated me more in line with Nancy's
expectations, there was less chance of me getting beat. And, also, while
Janey's mom was not militant like Nancy (although she was absolutely a woman
of the New Paradigm), Janey just tried to do the right thing to honor her
mother by getting along with her sister. And I thought that was the right
thing to do. Remember, despite how horribly they treated me now; I had loved
both of them for many years before cosmic wrath came into our lives.

But, as I said, Janey had had a restless night, and her dreams had been a bit
scary.

Janey dreamed that I was lying flat on my back on our bed. The bedroom door
opened, and Nancy came in carrying Janey over her shoulder. Janey was
completely out of it, arms and legs dangling. Nancy laid Janey out over top of
me and buried me in Janey's tits. Janey stirred to the point of understanding
that she was smothering me but couldn't find the strength to lift up off of
me. (Especially with Nancy's hand on her back, holding Janey down on top of
me.) Then Nancy reached between my legs with her other hand, and squeezed me
really, really hard. The dream ended with me screaming into Janey's tits, as
she looked down at me helpless to do anything.

Janey dreamed that we were both in teacup restraints on opposite walls of a
small room. Nancy came in and lifted me off the wall. She upended the teacup,
and even though I had been trussed in the wrist and ankle restraints, I came
tumbling out. I tried to run, but my legs wouldn't work. Nancy wrapped her
arms around my torso, and I was immediately screaming and crying and begging
Janey to help me. Janey tore at the restraints, but she was powerless. The
cracking of each of my ribs sounded in the small room like so many gunshots.
Nancy dropped me to the ground and left the room. I stared up at Janey, tears
running down my cheeks. She stared down at me crying, and repeating, "I'm
sorry. I'm sorry."

Janey dreamed that we were in our bedroom. Nancy was sitting in one of the
armchairs. I was off to the side, settled in Janey's containment chair. A
giant (dream) version of Janey's mom, Beverly, (about seven feet) was sitting
on the edge of the bed and had Janey across her lap. Though Janey's feet were
kicking, and her arms were swinging, Beverly's big tits held Janey in place.
Beverly spanked Janey hard and long. At fist Janey screamed in pain, and
thrashed around, but soon the pain became too much, and poor Janey just laid
there, catatonically, as her mom continued the spanking.

Janey dreamed that she was in her containment chair, again in our bedroom. The
door opened, and, this time, it was me that was helpless over Nancy's
shoulder. Nancy laid me out on the bed and mounted me. She rode me until I
came, and when I was finished, she snuggled up next to me and turned my face
to hers. Then she put her lips on mine, and kissed me and kissed me, while
Janey looked on and wept.

Janey dreamed that we were in bed together, sleeping. We were all tangled
together. One of her hands was on my ass. My face was in her boobs. Suddenly,
Nancy burst into the room, followed by three other women. All three women,
sort of, dove into the bed on top of Janey, and though she fought, they
subdued her easily. Janey ended up on her stomach with all three women sitting
on top of her. Nancy had plucked me out of the bed, and as she carried me out
of the room called back to Janey, "Behave yourself, and maybe I'll let you
visit him once in a while."

Janey dreamed that she was sitting on the edge of our bed. She was in a black
bra and black panties. She was paralyzed. One of those big mirrors that stands
on the floor was directly in front of her. I was flat on my back on the floor
at her feet. Nancy knelt next to me, and placing her hand on my penis,
"littled" me. Scooping me up, she deposited me between Janey's tits, facing
out. As was the case whenever I was "littled" and between Janey's tits, my
whole body was buried, except for my head. Janey and I made eye contact in the
mirror. Nancy got behind Janey and reaching around pressed Janey's boobs
together. As her giant tits pressed in on me, and my head was swallowed into
the cavern of her cleavage, we lost eye contact, and I heard her sob, "Please,
Nancy, he'll suffocate."

Janey dreamed that Nancy had stolen me back to the house that we had bought
for Janey's mom and Nancy when they decided to move to Florida. It was Nancy's
intention to turn me into a real "New Paradigm Man," and let the crazies from
one or the other of the "manhater" organizations to which she belonged have at
me. Janey and Nancy were squared off in Nancy's bedroom. Janey was in the
iconic blue one piece. Nancy was in a red bikini. Janey reached for Nancy, but
Nancy was too fast and ducked under Janey's arms. Rising up, Nancy pushed
Janey hard in the gut. Janey flew almost all the way across the room and came
up gasping for air; the wind knocked out of her. Nancy grabbed a handful of
Janey's hair and pulled Janey to the floor, on her back. Kneeling down beside
Janey, Nancy reached between Janey's legs and threw in a tight pussy claw that
had Janey writhing in pain in seconds. At the same time Nancy reached down
with her other hand and put the squeeze on Janey's big left tit. Janey begged
for mercy, but Nancy used her two grips on Janey's sensitive areas to lift
Janey up over her head (in the same way Harper had held Janey that time when
Janey attacked her), and slam her all the way down to floor, again and again.
By the fifth time Nancy slammed her, Janey was pretty much out, so Nancy
gathered her little sister into a bear hug, and this time it was Janey's ribs
that sounded like gunshots as they broke in Nancy's squeeze, one by one. Nancy
let Janey slide to the floor and the two maintained eye contact through
Janey's tears. After a minute, Janey choked out one word. "Why?" Nancy bent
low to her sister, putting her hand on Janey's cheek, she bent in and kissed
Janey on the forehead. "Because, he's mine now."

Janey's last dream was the scariest. Nancy was in our entrance foyer. I knelt
at her side. The front door opened, and in came Janey, and my mother-in-law,
carrying suitcases. Nancy smiled, and welcomed them for their visit to our
home. Janey came across the room to stand in front of me. I looked up at her.
She looked down at me. A minute passed. And then, without warning, she clouted
me across my face, sending me sprawling, ass over elbows, across the room.
Mostly unconscious, I barely registered her turning back to Nancy, who was
smiling broadly. As they fell into a hug, Janey, in a voice registering
utterly no emotion, said, "Did he think my pussy was going to kiss itself?"
And they erupted into giggles.

Janey like most people, myself included, did not remember these dreams, but
she had awakened with a vague sense of dread. I woke up about a half hour
later. Janey had been humming as she was making up the bed in the room in
which her mom was staying when my eyes opened. Janey knew immediately that I
was up, and she stopped what she was doing, and walked back to our bedroom, as
I came fully awake.

"Hey, Gorgeous. Sleep well?"

"I did. Sleeping "surrounded" by you is really nice." I paused while she laid
down on our bed and got into position to let me out. "You had some pretty
heavy dreams, though. Are you feeling okay."

She sighed. "I don't remember the dreams, but I must admit, I am a bit
anxious. I mean it's not just that they'll be here, and the trouble they
cause. I have to spend the whole time worried sick that my own sister, or my
mom, is going to hurt you. And, of course, you know that Nancy is going to be
just a little bit crazier. The worst part, though, is feeling like I can't be
with, or talk to, my best friend for a whole week. And sleeping apart is just
so, so hard."

Most New Paradigm couples don't sleep in bed together. Husbands generally
sleep outside the bedroom. Depending on housing circumstances this can be
pretty uncomfortable. In cramped quarters in cities, men often sleep in the
hall outside the bedroom.

We had plenty of rooms, so as far as anyone knew, I slept in one of the
smaller bedrooms, down the hall from the master suite. We justified this, as
opposed to me sleeping, say, in the basement, or the utility room, by arguing
(if anyone ever brought it up ... as did Nancy on pretty much every visit)
that because we had such a large house, Janey wouldn't want me to be that far
away. Remember, in the New Paradigm, most wives treated their husbands like
servants, so we would point out that if Janey wanted me for something in the
middle of the night, she would want me to be nearby. And, of course, there was
the semen-slave thing. Janey would wink, and say, "I want him close in case I
wake up in the middle of the night with a craving for cock."

By this time, Janey had let me all the way out. She was on the bed on her
back. Her bra was generic white. When she'd awakened, she hadn't bothered to
put panties on because, well, I was up inside of her. From down between her
legs, I crawled up over top of her. I put my hips on top of hers, my penis
right on top of her lower abdomen, my balls laid against her vagina. She moved
her hands behind her head, interlacing her fingers, and gazed up at me. "Looks
like you've got me pinned," she mock pouted, "with your big ... fat ... cock."

"I do. And now ... finally ... it's time for my special kisses. I don't want
you to be anxious. It'll be fine. Lie back and let me take care of you."

She looked up at me. Her face was a little winsome; a little sad. She
interrupted me "A.J. It's going to be a hell of a week. I love you. And I
promise you, that no matter what I may do to you this week, I will not have
forgotten that we're the team ... you and me." She paused and took a deep
breath. "I forgot once, and," she reached up and put her hand on my left
temple, "and I have never forgiven myself ... you know that." I did my best to
look forgiving and understanding (which I legitimately was). I put my hand up,
moved her hand to my lips, and kissed it.

"I'm your Janey, and you're my A.J. I promise. But you know, I'm going to do
stuff to you this week. I'm going to treat you bad, and I'm going to look the
other way when Nancy and Mom treat you bad. I'm going to toss you around a
bit. And I'm going to look the other way when Nancy and Mom toss you around.
I'm going to hand you over like a dutiful daughter, like a dutiful sister."
She paused again and drew me down; laid my head on her shoulder. She hugged me
for a few minutes. It was very quiet. Two heartbeats. One soul.

"A.J?"

"Yes, Janey?"

"Will you say it for me? Please?"

I raised up off her shoulder. I leaned down and kissed her on the forehead. I
looked deeply into her eyes for a full ten seconds, and then, never breaking
eye contact, "Janey, nothing you could ever do to me will make me stop loving
you."

She, again, pulled my head down to her shoulder, and took a deep breath. Her
chest expanded awesomely, and I took a minute to congratulate myself on the
fact that my wife had really big tits.

"Thank you A.J. For every day of my wonderful life ... thank you."

"You're welcome, Janey." A beat or two. My penis was still lying against her
lower abdomen, and my balls still sat against her vaginal lips. She gentled my
head off of her shoulder so that we were again looking into one another's
eyes. She kissed me on my nose, and, with the incredible control she had with
her feminine muscles, she kissed my balls with her lower lips.

"How about some of my special kisses?"

"But then I'll be too weak to discipline you."

"All the better."

I gently cupped her breasts and gentled her on to her left side. Then I
started at her ankles and worked my way up, kissing, between her legs, until I
was laying with my face buried in her sweetness. The right side of my neck was
propped on the inside of her left leg; her right leg was draped over the left
side of my neck. I looked up to her face. Her eyes were already closed, and
she was working her nipples pretty hard. I plunged my tongue in deep and drew
it in and out of her a couple of times. That got her moaning. Then I turned my
head sideways, and kissed her full on her nether lips, slipping my tongue in
and around, as if I were French kissing her mouth. That got her moaning
louder. Then I brought my finger up, and while still French kissing, gently
caressed her button. And the frenzy began.

There was bucking. And there was thrashing. I was thrown back and forth across
the bed, my neck clamped in the vice of her thighs, like I was a ragdoll in
the hands of toddler having a tantrum. Thank god, Janey kept the "no harm to
anything she's in contact with" enhancement in place. Otherwise I would have
been unimaginably broken. It went on for quite a while, and when it was over,
we were, somehow, pretty much, in the position in which we started. Janey
looked down at me, smiling contentedly. "Thanks, baby. I needed that."

"How trite."

Janey sighed happily, smiled at me with so much love that my heart nearly
burst, and gave me a little jolt with her legs.

"Hey!"

"A.J. I love you so much. I really do. I am just so thankful of you."

"I love you too. My beautiful, Janey." And since she was making no move to let
me go, I leaned forward and kissed her squarely on her ... . And we went
around a second time, and it was my pleasure. And when it was over, Jane
quickly took some nutrition, and we got up and got the house ready.

By two o'clock, we were ready. The guest rooms were made up. My room looked as
if I actually slept there. The teacup restraint had been polished. The
"Torture Room" (story coming soon) looked used. We were showered. I was naked.
Janey was in jeans and a maroon shirt.

At 2:45, we had just finished laying out hors d'oeuvres on a coffee table in
the den. Janey turned to me, gathered me into her arms, and gave me a deep,
loving kiss. And when the kiss was over, she lifted my now paralyzed and
silenced form into a bridal carry and laid me out, flat on my back on one of
the other coffee tables. She didn't say any words, but she sat with me, and
gently stroked my cock (no chance of me cumming, just her sweet touch) for the
next fifteen minutes, or so, until the doorbell rang.

Janey had arranged a limo to bring her mom and Nancy from the airport to the
house. While the driver carried in the bags, the Walsh women hugged and
kissed, and tittered over how good everybody looked. The last few years, Janey
felt like her mom and sister were keeping her at a distance and she was
desperate for their favor.

A couple of preliminary things. First: my mother-in-law. Beverly Walsh.

Beverly has, of course, known me since before I even knew that I was a person.
She didn't just watch me grow up, she participated. She was my secondary
mother. When little, I was often in her care; she treated me like a son, and,
even, loved me in a certain way. Growing up, she always outwardly exhibited a
great deal of respect for me, and privately made it clear to me how much she
valued my presence in Janey's life.

She became one of my biggest fans following an incident that occurred on the
playground when Janey and I were in the second grade. It was recess. Janey and
two other girls were playing jacks. I was swinging on some monkey bars nearby.
Some third grader, I think his name was Bart, stomped through their game
scattering the jacks all over. Janey, being Janey, stood up to stamp her foot,
and be cross with him. He, however, jumped forward, before she even said
anything, and pushed her hard onto her back. She cut her elbow, and her two
little girlfriends leaped to her aid. Bart advanced while Janey was still on
the ground and swung his leg back. His kick was aimed at Janey's chin.

It never landed.

When we stopped rolling over one another, Bart was actually on top of me. He
was about ten pounds heavier than me, and when you weigh only fifty-five
pounds that is a lot. I shoved him off of me and planted myself between him
and Janey. I held up my hands. I didn't want to fight. I'd done what I set out
to do. Janey was safe from him. I wanted to get her to the nurse.

Bart stepped forward and swung wildly. Even then, I saw combat in slow motion.
I was already quicker, and stronger, and ... meaner ... than pretty much
everybody (my relative size). I easily ducked the punch, and, using his
momentum, pushed him to the ground. Then, just because he was such a dumbass,
I stomped on the back of his neck. His two front teeth popped out. He stayed
down.

I was in the nurse's office making sure that Janey was well attended when the
principal came for me. In his office, with my teacher Mrs. Brown standing by,
I explained that I had wanted only to stop him from hurting Janey, that if he
hadn't swung at me it would have been over right then, and that no matter what
they did to me, if he ever again so much as looked at Janey cross-eyed, I'd
make what I'd just done to him feel like kisses from his mother. I was young,
but, as I recall, Mrs. Brown was actually fanning herself by the time I
finished talking.

But it wasn't any of that that made Beverly a fan. That happened later that
evening, when Bart's father came to my door. The Walshes were over for dinner
(our two families ate together all the time), and this angry man came to our
door, looking ... I don't know ... maybe to beat up my father. The wind came
out of his sails a little when he found that my father had been dead for three
years. But he pushed his way into our living room, and verbally abused the two
women and four children who'd all gotten up from the dinner table ... when we
realized that my step-mother, who had answered the door, was being yelled at.

The whole thing was over pretty quickly. And it was what it was. But at one
point, the guy, who had been standing in the doorway, had taken an aggressive
step past my step-mom into the room. In Beverly's retelling of the story, as
he came forward, we were all standing in a loose semi-circle, and his
trajectory happened to track directly at Janey. Never taking my eyes off of
him, I had stepped into his path and put myself in between him and Janey.
Through the years, Beverly had repeatedly stated that it was the bravest, and
most manly thing she had ever witnessed. I was seven.

And as we grew, she was not unhappy with the idea that someday, A.J. Turner
would marry her daughter. Following the "Bart Incident," she'd always say she
knew that I would always and forever put Janey first. And even after the New
Paradigm dawned, she'd once said to my step-mom that she never worried about
Janey, "Because A.J. will take care of her ... or die trying."

And I had. Especially financially. And in the post-modern world what other way
is there? But Beverly was definitely a woman of the New Paradigm, who treated
men as inferiors; any affection and respect that she may have once felt for me
were buried deep under her giant boobs and her raging Testostrogen.

I still liked her though. I mean this woman blew on my scraped knees when I
was little. And even when I was little, I thought she was beautiful. And she's
still beautiful. She's fifty-six, and she looks exactly, exactly like Janey.
(And there's a reason for that ... the story of why is coming soon.) Except
that she's a little smaller. Janey's five-seven. Beverly's five-five. Janey's
a K-cup. Beverly's an H. (The Walsh girls are busty. Actually, the Everett
girls are busty. Everett (Janey's given middle name) is Beverly's maiden
name.)

After the initial hellos, and sending the driver on her way, Janey ushered our
guests into the den. They sat down in the conversation group surrounding me.
No one said hello or anything. I was a piece of furniture, part of the décor.

Beverly leaned forward and took my cock in her hand. "Janey? Do you mind? The
air on the plane was so dry."

"Mother. You're too polite. You never have to ask. That's what he's here for."
And looking over to me. "Don't you dare try to hold out. You give it up to my
mother as fast as you can. If I even think you're trying to resist, you will
be very sorry."

I didn't try to resist, and I "gave it up" in just a matter of minutes.
Sitting back, Beverly dried the corners of her mouth with a cocktail napkin,
and complemented Janey on the quantity and taste of my semen.

As Beverly sat back, Nancy sat up and took me in hand. Unable to move or make
a noise, I, in my head, went out of my mind, as she stroked my
just-having-ejaculated-cock with intensity and fervor. Laughing out loud, she
accosted Beverly and Janey: "Look at his face ... it's absolutely classic."
And to me in a voice that you would use with a dog: "Aww ... poor boy ... poor
boy ... does that hurt ... do you want to cry ... do you want me to stop ...
if you want me to stop all you have to do is say so ... oh ... but you can't
... what a shame ... what a shame ... " I was paralyzed so all I could do was
stare at the ceiling. Beverly munched on an hors d'oeuvre. Janey looked in
every direction, except for at me, but made no move to stop Nancy's obvious
torturing of me. Eventually, Nancy let me be, and ate some crudités.

And the week went by. Here are some of its high/low points.

That very first evening, the ladies ordered in so that they could visit, and
get to bed early. Janey had quite a week planned, and they wanted to be
well-rested. While waiting for the food to be delivered, the women continued
to visit in the den. Janey, at some point, reached across and touched me on
the knee. I rose and kneeled at her side.

"Set the dining room, with the everyday china, for three. When the food gets
here, put it out on the table, and call us. Then open a decent Riesling. You
can make a plate for yourself of the rice, and you may have one of my
dumplings. Eat in the kitchen. When we're finished, we'll come back in here
for brandy. When we leave the table, clear it, and put the leftovers in the
refrigerator. Then you may go up to your room. I don't know if either of my
guests might want to play with you a little tonight. But if either of them, or
I, come for you, you better be hard, and ready, or else I may decide to toss
you around a little."

I kept my eyes down. "Yes, ma'am." I did as I was told.

Several hours later it was my mother-in-law who came for me. She entered my
room without knocking. She was dressed in men's pajamas. They were a burgundy
color with white piping. Three buttons down the front, which somehow managed
to make her bust look simultaneously gigantic and elegant. In accordance with
Janey's instructions, I was erect and ready.

No words. She crossed to me and squished me into a ball in the same fashion
that Harper had squished Janey that time. She tucked me under her arm and
carried me out into the hall. We were obviously headed to her room, when down
at the other end of the hall, the door to the master suite opened, and Janey
peeped out. It was timed perfectly to look like a perfect coincidence. I
allowed myself a private smile. I sure do love her.

"Hey, Mom. Before you take him to bed. I want to have a word with him. He's
been acting up a bit lately, and I want to make sure he understands how hard I
will go on him, if he gives you any trouble."

Beverly smiled. "Of course, Dear. Just send him down when you're done with
him."

Janey smiled back. "Thanks, Mom, but I'll bring him to you. It won't be two
minutes."

Beverly sort of rolled me out of her grip, and I untangled as I hit the floor
and rolled over onto my back. I hopped up and shuffled down the hall to Janey.
She reached out, and taking hold of my penis, pulled me into our room, and
shut the door behind us.

She held her finger to her lips, and we just looked at one another for a
moment. She was wearing a silk nighty in pale pink. It came to about mid-thigh
and covered just the bottom third of her tremendous breasts. Over top was a
silk sleeping jacket of the same color.

She quickly went to one knee and sucked my balls into her mouth. Her eyes came
up and we made eye contact. She licked up the length of my shaft and came to a
standing position. Taking my wrists, she placed my hands on her breasts, and
putting her hands over the top of mine, gently, but firmly, directed me to
give her a good squeeze. I did, and her eyes rolled back in ecstasy. Then she
buried her face in my neck, and took a deep breath, taking in my scent as if
it were the last time, she would ever have the chance.

And just that quickly, she squished me into the same ball, ankles crossed,
wrists intertwined with my ankles, and she had me tucked under one arm in the
same way Beverly had been holding me before. She carried me down the hall, and
gently knocked on her mom's door. At Beverly's beckoning, we entered. Janey
dropped me on to the floor in the same fashion as had Beverly. She crossed to
her mother who was sitting on the edge of the bed and gave her mom a kiss on
the cheek. "Night, mother. Have fun. After the talking I just gave him ... let
me know if he gives you any trouble."

"Thank you, dear. I will." And she smiled. "But you know, Janey, I like it
when they put up a bit of a fight."

Janey smiled in return. "Then let me know if he doesn't give you enough
trouble." And turning to me. "Make me proud ... or you won't be able to sit
for a month."

My eyes had been on the floor the whole time. "Yes, Janey. I'll do good. I
promise."

And Janey took her leave.

Beverly rose from the bed. She removed her pajama bottoms and pointed to her
cave of wonders. I shook my head, no, and she gave me a big smile. "Good boy.
Make me take you." She circled around me, and I moved counter to her path. Of
course, this put her between me and the door. "If you can get out, you can go
sleep in your room."

I rushed at her. She put up her hands and caught me around the shoulders. She
pushed me back so hard that I tripped and bumbled all the way back to the bed,
and when my legs hit it, I went over backwards onto its king-sized surface.
She was on me before I moved an inch.

Reaching down, I clawed at her vagina. She smiled down at me. "Nicely done.
You are trying very hard." I squeezed as tightly as I could. "You know. That
actually feels kind of good." That was the last thing I heard before she
shifted around and clamped her legs around my middle. She was laying on my
left side with her right leg under me and her left leg over my abdomen. "I'm
going to "python" you now." And the squeeze was on. She didn't crush. She just
held me in place and made it so that I could not get a breath. While she was
holding me flat on my back, she twisted her upper body up off the mattress,
and unbuttoned and removed her pajama top. I turned and clawed at her breasts.
"You are a feisty one. I'm going to tell Janey what a good (and she gave me a
jolt with her legs) little (another jolt) man you are (and one last jolt)."
Then she smiled and pulled my face into her cleavage. Her very big breasts
surrounded my head almost entirely, and I was out in about a minute and a
half.

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