“No one has ever done that for me before. A little pain, but the pleasure is so good. Please,” she said, her brown eyes dark and shining, full of mystery, "More."

Unable to deny her lover what she desired, Rachel bent back to her task. With her mouth, she laved the nipple of one breast. With the fingers of one hand, she stroked and prodded, rolled and pinched the nipple of the other. Her free hand roamed over Maria's hot skin, from her shapely buttocks to her strong back to her trembling stomach to the drenched place between her legs, softly fingering her weeping folds and brushing her sensitive clit.

Suddenly Rachel felt the weight on her Legs ease. Rachel rose slightly.

With long, firm strokes, she ran her labia back and forth over the muscles of her thigh. Instinctively, Rachel cupped her hand over her mound, allowing a finger to dance on the bud of her clitoris. Maria's eyes were squeezed shut, her breath coming in hard, rasping gasps as she fought to keep from screaming. She kissed her, their tongues dancing together as Maria reached for her orgasm. With a muffled groan, she collapsed in Rachel's arms, curling in a ball as her climax pulsed through her. Through her bond to Althea, Rachel could feel the thunderous echoes in her own flesh.

"Good," she whispered, stroking the younger woman's hair. "Very good darling." She waited a few minutes until the aftershocks had slowed, then stood, allowing Alex to take his lover in his arms.

“My turn now, I think," she said matter-of-factly. Not waiting for

Alex's reaction, she moved to the other bed in the room, hiking up her skirt as she Lay down. Her lips, puffy and engorged, spread as she settled on her back, uncovered by anything as unnecessary as a pair of panties. She grabbed the thin pillow from the top of the bed and placed in under her head, propping her up slightly.

She could feel the pressure of her son's eyes as they rested on her exposed breasts. She hefted one, her fingers splayed along the underside of its curve, teasing him. Power was heady in her heart as she saw him swallow nervously, the crotch of his jeans tented by the evidence of his desire. She looked over at Maria, still flushed from her orgasm.

“Are you ready, Maria? Are you hungry for me? My pussy is waiting for you. Why don't you come over and kiss it hello?”

"Oh, yes, Mistress," she said, her voice throbbing with need. In that instant, Rachel glimpsed what made Maria the supremely lovable woman she was. ALL good lovers cared for their partners and their partner's pleasure. With Maria, a submissive, that caring was elevated to a sexual need. The happier her partner was, the more aroused Maria became. The joy of both lovers became entwined in a positive feedback loop, until one could not tell where one ended and the other began.

Hesitantly, Maria lay half-on, half-off the small hospital bed, her hips, legs, and beautiful ass hanging off the edge. The green sheets contrasted sharply with her dark complexion.

“Have you ever done this, dear?" Rachel asked gently.

Maria shook her head.

“Never. But I am ready to learn. To make you happy. Proud of me. I have been waiting for this moment since the day I first met you." She ran her hands over the skin of her thighs, then bent closer, kissing the insides of her legs while Rachel shivered happily. She switched from one leg to the other, slowly working her way upward.

“You have such beautiful legs, Mistress," she said. Her breath was hot, her mouth only inches away from her mound.

“You look like a young woman, ripe and ready for a lover's touch." She wormed her way forward, one pink-painted nail trailing over her entrance. "My touch," she said, a hint of suppressed triumph in her tone.

As Maria drew closer and closer to her ultimate goal, Rachel looked over at her son. He stood stock-still, his hands flexing and unflexing, the muscles bunching under his shirt. Sweat beaded his upper lip and the hollow of his throat, and Rachel had to admire the iron-hard self-discipline which kept him from joining them unasked. Despite his need for control, and the fact that he and Maria had been Lovers for only a few days, he still obeyed her commands.

"Alex," she said softly, even as Maria gave her throbbing Lips a first, tentative lick. He jerked at the sound of her voice. His eyes were wide and wild when they met hers.

“You can take off your jeans, sweetheart.

And your boxers. Would you like to make Love to Maria as she pleasures me? Maria, would you like that as well?"

From between her legs came a muffled assent.

“A Little higher, please,

Maria," she ordered. She felt a brief moment of sympathy for the young woman, who did not have a succubus to guide her in the best ways to give her partner pleasure. "Oh, yes, that's it," she groaned, as each lick swept deep into her hungry channel, then finished off with a glancing strike on her throbbing nodule. For an instant, she considered showing Maria how to best please her, with gentle taps of her fingers on her pearl. Regretfully, she decided against it. The poor girl is eating pussy for the first time. Best not to overload her with instructions.

Besides, Alex is about to stick his gorgeous cock into her. Damn! He's better hung than Josh is. Of course, he's taller. But I know better than to think a tall man will automatically have a big pecker. Her eyes rested covetously on his jutting length, silhouetted by Maria's brown ass-cheeks. As big as he is and as small as I am, I bet he'd split me wide open!

"Why does that prospect not seem to upset you, beloved?~ Althea's mind-voice practically chortled with amusement.