My Wish - Time Guardians Book One (7 page)

She obeyed as Sami moved the pillows to settle her comfortably. Or as comfortably as he could, given that she was lying on glass beads that were probably several thousand years old, and were at that moment digging into her nipples.

"Ignore the beads, if you can. As we progress your breasts will become even more sensitive and the necklace will become a mix of pleasure and pain. This is all part of the experience."

"Oh. Okay." She wondered how long it was going to take before the potholes in her chest would fade.

There was silence for a moment, and Alana felt strangely bereft. Then the bed moved slightly, and a warm tongue stroked the length of her leg from heel to buttock.

She yelped with pleasure.

Another warm stroke caressed her thighs, and then she felt the slightest brush of something at the base of her spine.

She sucked in a breath and waited.

There—it came again—just the merest breath, but there was something touching her. Being unable to use her eyes, Alana was becoming more and more dependent on her other senses. She could hear and feel the movements of both Hari and Sami as they bent to her body.

"What's that?" She whispered the question, vainly trying to hear something that would give her a clue.

"You tell me..." answered Sami.

"Don't forget to use
all
your senses, Alana," added Hari.

The sensation came again, and she tried to concentrate. She was certainly using her sense of touch—it was this that was driving her nuts. What else could she try? She was listening intently, and nothing helped. There was no way to taste anything. So that left smell.

She drew in a breath through her nose and there it was. The faintest touch of Blue Lotus—but sweeter somehow.

"I smell it," she grinned triumphantly. "I smell Blue Lotus, but it's different…kind of sweeter or tangy. I can't quite tell..."

"Excellent," said Sami.

"It is indeed our Blue Lotus," said Hari, "but this is in a powdered form, and mixed with honey. That way," a light touch flickered over her buttocks, "we can dust your beautiful skin with our golden blue powder and then..."

She gasped as two tongues started firmly licking her buttocks, stroking up and down and tugging the sensitive skin of her cheeks.

"Oh. My.
God
." She moaned.

"A double taste treat. Our powdered delight, and your lovely essence."

Alana was helpless to respond. She lay, boneless with ecstasy, as two warm and fleshy tongues swirled, smoothed and licked their way around her buttocks like starving men attacking a banana split. Every touch of the powder was followed by a hungry tongue lapping it from her skin. No wonder cats purred.

Her clit throbbed and she could feel her juices soaking the linens beneath her. This was the most arousing thing she could ever remember—since, well, since the last time Sami and Hari had done things to her.

She felt the pull on her cheeks getting stronger and the dust of the powder against her most intimate crevice.

"Uh guys...?" She fought the urge to clench her gluteal muscles lest she should catch a wayward tongue.

"Alana—trust us. Your flesh is filled with sensitive nerve endings. We are merely awakening those which have not been explored before. This is a treasure trove of pleasure points...relax...let me show you," breathed Hari.

Gnawing on her lower lip, Alana tried her best to relax. It wasn't her greatest success, but Hari obviously approved, giving a murmur of approval as he spread her cheeks once again. Sami ran his tongue up her spine and distracted her.

The gentle dust of powder settled on the puckered skin around her anus and was followed by Hari's tongue.

Alana exploded.

Chapter 7

With a huge moan she expelled the breath she had held since she'd felt the powder dusting her delicate tissues. Every nerve ending she possessed was clapping its hands to its head and running round in circles screaming. Her nipples were as hard as the beads that were pushing against them, and her whole mound was pulsating. She didn't know whether she was coming or having a heart attack.

She tried to turn her head and speak, but realized that she'd grabbed the pillow with her teeth. She spat it out and panted.

"Easy, sweet delight." Sami soothed her, dropping little butterfly kisses across her shoulders. "It's a new sensation—just relax and enjoy it."

If Alana had had the strength she would have pointed out that trying to relax, while an intergalactic genie was kissing one's ass and one's nipples were being tormented by beads the size of boulders, was probably not something she was going to be very successful at. And she wouldn't have cared about her grammar either.

Hari gently moved away from her buttocks, rubbing them slowly and soothingly. Unable to help herself, Alana sighed—relieved but bereft.

She felt Sami bend to her neck and release the catch on the necklace. Hari, on the other hand, was still kissing and nipping her buttocks, keeping her arousal simmering. Gently, Sami eased the necklace out from under her chest. The softness of the sheets was a balm to her tender breasts—although they were still extraordinarily sensitive to the slightest movement of the fabric across their tips.

"Sami—the kiss of the camel, please?" asked Hari politely.

Alana's mind blanked.

Something cool and smooth settled at the base of her spine.

"This is one of our students' favorite treats, Alana," said Sami. "I believe you will find it most pleasurable..."

She tensed as she felt a rope of beads, as smooth and as round as marbles, rolling around on her back. Hari's hand held one end to her spine and passed the other down along her cleft, letting the excess dangle across her swollen labia in a cool cascade. She sighed at the soothing feeling of the beads against her hot flesh.

Then Hari eased her cheeks apart and pulled the beads taut.

"Woweee..." she sputtered.

The beads were the perfect shape to fit snugly over her tight little anus, and when Hari increased the tension they fit her like a cork. Her tight ring of muscles was eased apart ever so slightly by the marble, and the feeling was incredible.

Her body once again registered this unfamiliar sensation by zinging her with the sexual equivalent of about a gigawatt of electric shocks.

"Alana, please release the tassels for a moment; we wish you to turn onto your back..." Sami pushed on her shoulder gently, indicating the way she was to turn.

It took almost all of her concentration to let go of the tassels. She'd become so used to hanging onto them for dear life that it was very hard to unclench her fingers.

Hari kept his hands on the beads as she gingerly rolled over, making sure that the tension never varied. He slid a little pillow beneath her back as she moved, catching the top of the beaded rope and allowing Alana's weight to hold it in place. The beads were firmly pressed against her—oh, God, were they firmly pressed against her. She couldn't decide if it was a good pressure or a bad pressure. It might take at least a couple of months for her to decide.

Her chest, however, was very relieved to be rid of its necklace, and—even better— Sami was pouring a delicately scented lotion onto her skin and beginning a soothing massage. She breathed a sigh of relief as Hari removed her blindfold and she could watch the erotic sight of Sami tending carefully to her chest.

His hands passed over and around her breasts, gentling away the dimples left by the necklace. Staying away from her nipples for the moment, he let his hands love her flesh, lifting, moving, stroking and smoothing her skin into a gentle hum.

Hari occasionally tugged slightly on the beads, just to remind her that they were there. This, thought Alana, had to be pretty close to Nirvana.

Hari brought a large pot to her side and removed a brush, which sparkled in the dim light. She also noticed the candles that had been lit—something she'd missed before.

The brush was as soft as a feather and Alana recognized the scent of the powder. Hari tickled the brush over her mound.

"Ahhh..." she giggled. "That tickles, Hari."

Smiling, Hari licked at the powder. "It's supposed to."

"The brush is made of camel's hair," added Sami. "We understand its softness is much prized amongst your painters."

"Not to mention make up artists." She remembered the enormously expensive brush she'd wanted for her eye shadow.

"And the 'Kiss of the Camel'?" Her buttocks flexed involuntarily and she winced as the beads reminded her that they were still there.

"A little something to heighten the body's response to stimuli," said Hari. "Like this..." and he ran his tongue roughly over her clit at the identical moment Sami tweaked her tender nipples.

"Oh, God. Choreography. I can't stand it." She groaned.

"Yes you can; your limits are about to be expanded," laughed Sami.

And both genies worked together to bring her to the peak, and then soothe her down with loving caresses. They touched her with skill and affection, always stopping short of the final moment of orgasm.

What seemed like hours later, Alana felt the tears coming to her eyes.

"It's no use—either make me come or kill me, I
cannot
go on..." Her voice cracked. Each of her muscles threatened to cramp, her pussy was drowning in its own juices and her clit was getting tired of trying to attract someone's attention.

"Perhaps it is indeed time for our mid-term exam..." whispered Sami.

"God, please, yes...whatever it is, just make this ache go away..."

Hari and Sami eased her down the bed until she was quite flat, and with a kind of regret she felt the beads being withdrawn from her ass.

The mattress dipped as Hari lay down beside her and turned her onto her shoulder. He snuggled himself tight against her and pulled her buttocks into his groin.

Sami also lay on the bed, but reversed his position, putting his head down by Alana's pussy and easing his thigh under her head. She looked his cock straight in the eye.

Hari's arm eased beneath her and came up to clasp her breast, and Sami raised her leg, bending it at the knee and pushing it back slightly, exposing her completely to his sight.

Impossibly, the sexual tension in her body re-established itself and in a flash she was wet, hot and swollen. Hari's clever fingers toyed with a nipple, and his hand slid over her buttocks to her cleft. Sami moved closer—she could feel his breath on her pussy.

As one, they touched her.

The second Hari's questing finger found her puckered little hole, Sami's tongue lapped along her labia, and swiped across her clit.

"Ohmigod..."

Sami's tongue continued its exploration of her hot and weeping pussy while Hari, talented Hari, pulled and teased her nipples and gently caressed her anus.

Needing to move, Alana reached out and grabbed the nearest thing to her, which happened to be Sami's cock.

He gasped, interrupting his rhythm slightly, then went back to what he was doing.

"Gently, Alana..." reminded Hari, nipping her shoulders gently and then licking the skin. "If you wish to work Sami's cock, you may, but we do not encourage you to suck him yet...we have not trained you in this art."

Hari was truly a man of great focus, she though, as she stroked her hand lovingly up and down Sami's cock.

He could nibble on her neck, fondle her breasts and circle her most delicate tissue with his finger all at the same time. She must remind herself to ask him if he could do the rub-stomach pat-head thing. She giggled a little hysterically.

"What amuses you, dear delight?" Hari's voice caressed her ear, adding another shiver to the mix.

She shook her head, unable to answer as Sami's tongue had just hit pay dirt.

Stepping up his rhythm, Sami was now teasing and flicking her clit—sometimes close, sometimes not close enough.

She moaned and kept her hands moving on his cock.

He moved closer and eased his tongue deep into her channel.

She gasped at the feeling—so warm and slick inside her. The stubble on his lightly bearded chin was doing fantastic things to the rest of her pussy. She couldn't help another moan of pleasure.

She was getting tenser and tenser now—surely Hari could feel the muscles in her buttocks trembling. His cock was wedged between them, and she tried moving very slightly on him. Sami picked up her rhythm and stayed with her, backing his tongue up to her super-sensitive clit.

Panting, she held his cock and noticed a drop of glittering blue moisture beading the tip. Obeying an irresistible urge, she moved her head and took him into her mouth.

As she did, the pressure from Hari's finger increased ever so slightly, and with a little popping sensation, he had suddenly gone where no man had gone before.

Sami worked her clit firmly with his tongue, humming slightly as she licked and sucked his cock. The vibrations from his humming must have gone all the way through her pelvis to Hari's finger, because he started to move it very carefully within her.

The sexual arousal she was experiencing was immense—if she didn't come soon it was going to be all over.

Her two lovers seemed to sense her agony.

Sami's tongue flickered at the speed of a hummingbird's wings over her clit, and Hari pressed, pushed and pleasured her anus with his fingers while she slithered her cleft over his cock and sucked for all she was worth on Sami.

The three of them hung, poised for a lifetime on the edge, then with a scream, Alana came and the world pretty much ended.

*~*~*~*

Or, on the other hand, she may just have blacked out for a few moments, she thought, as she struggled back to a state of limp but satisfied consciousness. Three sets of limbs were boneless and tangled, and large amounts of blue fog were hanging over everything.

Alana couldn't help herself—she grinned. As soon as she had the use of her body back, she was going to high-five both of them—she had never, in her entire life, felt as good as she did at this moment. It didn't matter that she had all the muscular strength of an amoeba with the flu, or that she was lying in the wettest wet spot she could remember and it was of her own making. What was important was that she'd achieved a level of sexual arousal she'd never believed possible,
and
helped the guys get off at the same time.