("`-''-/").___..--''"`-._
`6_ 6 ) `-. ( ).`-.__.`)
(_Y_.)' ._ ) `._ `. ``-..-'
_..`--'_..-_/ /--'_.' ,'
(((' (((-((('' ((((
K R I S T E N' S C O L L E C T I O N
_________________________________________
WARNING!
This text file contains sexually explicit
material. If you do not wish to read this
type of literature, or you are under age,
PLEASE DELETE THIS FILE NOW!!!!
_________________________________________
Scroll down to view text
--------------------------------------------------------
This work is copyrighted to the author © 2009. Please
don't remove the author information or make any changes
to this story. All rights reserved. Thank you for your
consideration.
--------------------------------------------------------
The Two Companions - 4
by Rondori (godan5@comcast.net)
***
Using the characters and setting of the TV series
"Firefly" and the movie "Serenity" Post BDSM: This is
the story of two very high-class courtesans set in
a far off solar-system called the 'verse' which was
settled by Terra-forming colonists who arrived in vast
colony ships two centuries before when earth's
ecosystem failed. This is also my Homage to Jorge
Armando: author of "Dona Flor and her two Husbands"
and "The Tent of Miracles." (MMF, exh, swing, latina,
sci-fi)
***
THE TWO COMPANIONS PART IV
(In which Jorge makes dinner, Simon makes new friends
and Kaylee makes a sandwich)
We don't make any money in Joss's verse, we just play
here
After Jorge contacted his cousin Armando and arraigned
for dinner he found that they would arrive in the
middle of Carnival. "Great, what better place to hide
ourselves than in a crowd?"
When they had landed on New Kashmir, Jorge was talking
to Mal at the top of the loading ramp in the pleasant
early morning air "I guess this was a pretty hard fight
during the war."
"Yea, Intel screwed up and we got dropped right on top
of a heavy roller Division. It was practically a
reenactment of the battle of Arnheim from Earth-That-
Was. Zoë and I were part of the rear guard in the
operation that got us out of the city for extraction.
When the rollers came out onto that plain after us, our
bombers suddenly showed up and pounded them into the
landscape. That's when we started calling them our
angels." Mal paused and looked around. "I'm glad to see
the city rebuilt after what those hun-dans did to it."
Just then Jane walked up the loading ramp. "Mal, what
in Emma's hell are you thinking? You're taking on more
cargo? We're practically full now! Where we gonna put
it all?"
"Well Jane, I generally as a rule don't turn down
cargo. And I recon Mr. Mayweather here can give us some
of his space savvy and help us out." Mal joked,
challenging Jorge's background.
Jorge cast a practiced eye on the hold and then turned
to Mal. "Give me a copy of your manifest and I'll
organize your cargo boomer style by port of call and
date of shipment."
"Right," the big man fumed. "And guess who's gonna be
doin' all the work!"
Jorge just cocked his head at Jane. "We both can do
this, I'll pitch and you catch."
Jane quickly backed up "I told you I don't do that
anymore."
Jorge laughed and called to Kaylee over intra-ship.
"How much gravity can you kill in the hold?"
"In the bottom of a gravity well? It'll be tricky but I
recon about point nine."
"Great! Jane, fetch some E-V suits for us."
Donning the suits but leaving the tops off so that they
had the mag boots for traction, they only had to deal
with inertia. Jorge began to propel the crates using
leg power for propulsion and his arms for guidance.
Jane used his bulk and upper body strength to catch and
guide the cargo into place. After a few mishaps, they
quickly developed a rhythm that turned the old firefly
class transport hold into boomer ship-shape. While they
worked, Jorge asked the bigger man how he came by his
name if he didn't mind telling.
"Oh, my Ma named me after her family religion. We were
sky-clad but I got tired of bein' nekkid all the time
and practicing temperance and non-violence and no
possessions, so I just up and run off. I guess you
could call me a 'jack' Jane."
Jorge laughed "Well, you're the first non-stockbroker
Jane I've ever met."
After a couple more hours with gravity restored and the
suits off, Jane beamed with appreciation. "Come on
Maestre, let's go get us a drink!"
"Sorry Jane, but I'm taking Kaylee and the doc to
dinner down in Nuevo Bahia this evening and I have to
go get ready." In return for his cargo work, Jorge
borrowed Mal's formalwear and he and Simon dressed for
dinner. Meanwhile Kaylee was in Inara's shuttle
nervously fretting about the upcoming evening. "What if
I make a mistake and embarrass myself in front of Simon
and Jorge?"
"Don't worry Mei-mei, It's Jorge's job to help you
through everything. If you are unsure, Jorge will
quietly whisper what you should do for the occasion.
Not to change the subject but I am sure that Nuevo
Bahia will be too warm for your ball gown so why don't
we pick out something a little lighter?" Inara laid out
several silk dresses for Kaylee's selection.
"Oooh, pretty! Are you sure Inara?"
"The way you fixed my coupling sleeves; I think this is
the least I can do. Let's work on your hair too, after
all the point of fixing a woman's hair up is all about
when she lets it down." And Inara began to fuss with
Kaylee's mahogany brown tresses.
When Jorge and Simon arrived in silk dinner jackets and
vests, Kaylee's hair was piled up and she was in a
lime-green silk sheath slit to mid thigh and high at
the collar but with bare arms and a embossed dragon
running from shoulder to hip. Simon whistled in
appreciation while Jorge announced "Lady Frye, your
ebony and ivory escorts await."
Inara in a comfortable kimono bid them a pleasant
evening and gracefully headed to the galley as the trio
pulled out in her shuttle.
Half a continent away, close to the equator on the
tranquil sea of New Kashmir, the shuttle settled into
the dusty field outside of Nuevo Bahia. Kaylee looked
out at the thick whitewashed walls of the medium sized
town. "It looks kind of dead; hot too."
"That's just because everyone is resting during the
heat of the day. Armando's has evap-cooling and both of
you can rest while I prepare our dinner with my
cousin."
After a joyous greeting, Armando showed Kaylee and
Simon to a darkened room and a wide hammock and bid
them rest until dark. "Don't worry about us; mechanics
and ER docs know how to nap when they can."
Later, as dusk was falling, Simon and Kaylee were
aroused with a fresh batida made from tangerines,
passion fruit and cachaca (fermented cane juice).
"Whoa, that's good!" Kaylee praised and asked for more.
Jorge helped them out of the hammock. "All in good
time, little Kaylee, in this culture you have to learn
to pace yourself. Now freshen up in the necessary and
we will join my cousins at dinner."
When they arrived in the dining room, the tables were
set with the finest linen, silver and crystal. The
place was packed with a well dressed crowd. The streets
outside were also crowded with carnival goers; all were
in boisterous spirits. Armando's family was already
drinking cachaca toasts and warmly welcomed the new
arrivals. The aromatic dishes being set out and
included vapata: a tasty mix of corn meal, cashews,
peanuts, red pepper, shrimp, coconut, salt, ginger and
onions. There main dish was a wonderful lobster - fish
moquica that had Simon complementing Armando. He
demurred that Jorge was the chef.
"When will you join my kitchen Jorge? We always have a
place for you."
Jorge smiled "I think I'll have to become a Zen monk
first. I know what you pay your staff and I know I'll
have to take a vow of poverty in order to work here."
The table erupted in laughter and Armando countered
with "Monk eh? Well at least with your head shaved,
your hair won't wind up in the moquica." The meal
continued with wine and cachaca toasts and finished
with a fine old rum and sugar cured cigars.
As the table cleared and everyone bustled off to
prepare their costumes for the festival, Kaylee
longingly remarked "That looks like fun, too bad I'm
out with two wanted men; bein' tourists, we'd stick out
like sore thumbs."
"Au contraire, mistress mechanic; I have everything in
hand. Here are the basics of the Samba, if Richard
Feynman can learn it, so can you." Soon Jorge had them
performing rudimentary Samba steps as he accompanied
them on the guitar.
"What about costumes?" Simon inquired.
"Just so" Jorge left and returned with a set of white
wings, three shiny bikini pants and elaborate feather
masks, one white and angelic with halo and two red
devil masks. Simon sputtered. "We're not going to stick
out like this?"
"That's the beauty, in these outfits nobody will be
looking at our faces."
"Where's my top?" Kaylee inquired.
In reply, Jorge just held up red and white cans of
glitter spray body paint. Simon and Kaylee just stood
there with their mouths open.
Half an hour later with Kaylee as a shiny white angel
trying unsuccessfully to conceal herself with her wings
accompanied by two even less attired attendant devils,
joined the similarly clothed members of the Armando
Samba School as it took it's place in the carnival
lineup. Everyone applauded Jorge's and Simon's good
looking torsos and Kaylee's shapely curves. Bottles of
cachaca and splifs of spiceweed were passed around to
calm the jitters at the beginning of the competition.
Kaylee at first was shy and self conscious but Jorge
whispered in her ear. "You are a very beautiful woman,
nobody knows you here. Your charms have been hidden far
too long- flaunt them, this is your night to shine." By
mid-parade, under the influence of the alcohol and the
excitement of the swirling dancers around her, Kaylee
was dancing with wild abandon and wide open wings and
beaming under her mask. Simon gamely kept up until they
reached the judges stand. There Jorge had him lie down
with Kaylee standing triumphantly with one foot on his
hip. Armando's school swirled around them under the
expert direction of his wife while Jorge contributed
with acrobatics and dazzling Caproerea moves that had
the crowd screaming for more.
When the school took second place with honors, they all
celebrated with more cachaca and all of the males made
a point of embracing Kaylee while the females hugged
Simon to their paint covered bosoms while making sly
comments about his large 'basket'.
As they returned to the shuttle, Kaylee was covered in
smeared red and white paint and singing Samba songs.
After they all washed each other off, Kaylee clearly
buzzed by the night and alcohol and the sight and feel
of much naked flesh, pulled Simon towards Inara's bed.
Still wearing her wings and a wicked grin, she said
"Maestre, I think it's time for the Doc's lessons."
Judging that Simon was also aroused, Jorge began "Ok,
Simon, the first thing to keep in mind is that she
should always feel that she is beautiful and desired in
your eyes. Start by stroking her hair while she lets it
down and compliment her on how beautiful she is
tonight. Really look at her and comment on what you
see. Now stroke her arms and thighs. then massage her
sore muscles and loosen her neck and shoulder tendons.
Kiss her head, neck and shoulders."
Kaylee just closed her eyes and shivered with pleasure
at the touch and attention she was getting from her
sweet Bao-bei.
"Now Simon, I want you to kiss Kaylee, kiss her
eyelids, kiss her ears, kiss her cheeks, kiss her chin.
Brush her lips with your eyelashes and then devour her
mouth with kisses. Some slow and lingering, some rapid
and ravishing, some chaste and tender, some in which
you imagine yourself penetrating every orifice in her
body."
When Kaylee began to clutch at Simon, Jorge told her
that she was still the instructional aide and just to
relax and enjoy the class. "Simon, kneel in front of
her and continue to kiss her neck and shoulders while
you cup and fondle her breasts. Brush, twist and tweak
her nipples. Kiss them and suck them. Slowly kiss and
lick your way down the ribcage and across the belly."
Kaylee dropped her head back with a beautiful and lust
lidded smile and lay down on her wings with a resigned
but sensuous sigh.
As the doc started to peel off the shiny bikini, the
companion instructed him and demonstrated how to kiss
each revealed inch down her outer thighs and calves to
linger at her beautiful feet before working back up the
inner caves and thighs to the tender skin between her
thighs and the dark mahogany haired mound of Venus.
"I'm sure you're up on your female reproductive
biology, but cullingness is not about that. It is more
like cooking by flavoring to taste and bringing
everything to a boil after a long simmer. Make it clear
where you're going but don't rush; tease and tantalize
before giving relief."
Jorge paused to kneel between Kaylee's knees. "Let's
prep the field." He joked to Simon before dusting her
'nethers' with a feather applicator.
Propped on her elbows, Kaylee watched in fascination as
Jorge's large lips completely covered her sex and he
blew a hot, wet breath to activate the powder. An
electric jolt ran through her system and set her to
trembling while she watched him kiss and nibble with
his incredibility white teeth first the inside of one
thigh and then the other before nuzzling and licking
her mound while his gaze was locked with hers. Just
before he traded places with her Bo he gave her a
playful wink. As in a dream her lust filled mind
observed Simon duplicating the companion's
ministrations.
Jorge chuckled to himself as he watched Simon kneel
with his hands upheld facing himself in the age old
surgeon's habit of approaching a patient before he
caught himself and placed his palms gently on his
lover's inner thighs. When the companion had approved
of the doc's technique, they switched places again.
"Simon, my technique requires a strong tongue but the
results are well worth it."
He began to strongly lick her outer and inner lips
avoiding her tender clitoris except for feather light
caresses. When she began to moan and shiver, he put his
lips around her button and sucked it until she groaned.
When Jorge finally thrust his tongue into her and
reached up behind her clit to lap her g-spot, he was
rewarded with a scream of pleasure as she convulsively
clutched the sheets.
When Simon replaced him and duplicated his technique,
Jorge noted with approval Kaylee's heaving, flushed
breasts, wildly rolling eyes and her pleasure arched
brows. He mentioned that Simon might want to place the
tip of his forefinger to the rosebud of her anus. When
he had done so, Kaylee suddenly grabbed the back of his
head and clamped her thighs on him to lock her ankles
in the middle of his back. With her toes curled and her
back arched she soared into an all powerful and mind-
consuming orgasm that had her bucking and twitching for
several seconds.
"Sweet Buddha, I've died and gone to heaven." Kaylee
gasped as she collapsed on top of her wings with her
legs splayed wide and the glow of post climax that
suffused her rose petal complexion from her auburn
tresses to her pearly toenails.
Simon just gaped down at her. "This is probably the
most sacred and profane thing I have ever seen."
Kaylee just gave a low throaty growl and sat up to yank
down her boyfriend's increasingly tight pants. Without
even pausing to fully remove them, she grasped his
manhood and pulled it into her mouth.
With the tight elastic around his thighs, and his most
sensitive parts firmly embedded between his lover's
lips and her hands on his buttocks and his brain on
'reset', Simon was caught and jerking like a gaffed
fish.
Jorge grinned but something about Kaylee set him to
rummaging in his companion bag of tricks. "Ok, time
out; Kaylee, have you been in my bag?" He queried as he
held up a half empty bottle of red liquid.
Kaylee raised her head with a sheepish grin and
glistening lips from Simon's shaft. "Sorry, I was
thirsty after all that liquor and it tasted like
strawberries."
Jorge admonished her. "You wouldn't like it if I got
into your tool kit and stared fooling with Serenity's
engine and you wouldn't get into the doc's bag and
start taking things out of there. This aphrodisiac is a
very powerful stimulant and you shouldn't take it
unsupervised."
Kaylee nodded with downcast eyes and Simon looked on
with concern. "Will she need medical attention?"
Jorge looked up and said "No, but you might before she
is finished. I have some royal jelly extract that will
help you and aid your stamina."
After swallowing the jelly Simon said "Ancient Western
medicine can help here too. That little blue pill in
the side pouch of my bag could be of great assistance."
He panted.
After making some correction to Kaylee's technique and
teaching her how to monitor Simon's arousal and how to
use a squeeze technique to prolong and delay his
climax, Jorge had her kneel on all fours on the bed and
had Simon approach her from the rear "Doc, I want you
to start slow alternating shallow and deep strokes."
As he entered her Kaylee gasped clutched the silk- like
sheets with spread fingers with the wings still on her
back and her breast swaying and his thighs slapping her
pink flanks, Simon said "No, this is the most sacred
and profane thing I have ever seen."
Jorge smiled again and said. "Make it less mechanical
doc, remember the Samba." Jorge reached over to lightly
slap a samba rhythm on Kaylee's up thrust butt. Kaylee
just grinned at him and began pumping back against
Simon's syncopated rhythm.
In time a sheen began to form on their bodies and their
movements became more frantic. Suddenly Kaylee
screamed. "Cao, give it to me, Bao-bei, give it too me
now, oh Cao." And she began another powerful orgasm.
Simon peaked right after her and they both collapsed on
the bed.
Jorge sat leaning on his arms looking down at the
beautiful spent couple next to him. They were both
flushed and bathed in sweat. Kaylee recovered first and
said. "I bet we look a sight don't we?" Glancing at his
lap she said "And I can tell from the strain on your
pants that you think it's all shiny." She reached over
to playfully pat his bulge but paused to stroke the
long curve of him. "What you got in here Maestre, can I
look?" Without waiting for permission she fished his
manhood out and with up thrust brows exclaimed "Wow,
Simon you're well hung and all but I ain't seen nothing
like this since I was a teenager and I sexed the over-
endowed neighbor boy and got a wuppin' cuz he was under
age."
She looked over at Simon's exhausted form and said
"Bao-bei, do you mind?"
Simon just smiled and shrugged. "Why not? It's your
night."
Jorge inquired "Are you sure Simon?"
Simon laughed and said "I can use all the help I can
get with this beautiful little grease monkey."
"Grease monkey eh? Well just you watch with I can do
with this tool here." Kaylee countered and began a very
vigorous felatio on his 'tool'. Kaylee laced her
fingers and thumbs and around Jorge's birimbau and
began to skillfully weave her hands up and down while
swirling her tongue around his glans. When Jorge
complimented her on her technique she paused and said
"Nara taught me this with a rubber dildo a while back;
glad you like it."
As Simon watched his girl still in angel wings stroking
and sucking on Jorge's ebony shaft, he suddenly felt
revived and began to thrust into Kaylee's slippery
'nethers' eliciting pleasure moans from her lips around
Jorge's now gleaming sex.
After a period of worshipping the coal black phallus in
front of her and being plumbed from behind by her
boyfriend, Kaylee climaxed again and paused for breath.
Waggling Jorge playfully, she said over her shoulder
"This is all very nice, but this big old door knocker
is getting wearisome on my jaw bones. How bout you two
switch places?"
As Jorge removed his pants Kaylee looked at the two men
and whistled. "I'm one gorram lucky girl here. You know
I've had a powerful hankering to do this again since
that night with the Olsen twins before I met Bester."
As Kaylee began her linked finger techniques on Simon,
Jorge eased himself into Kaylee with both of them lying
on their side. While she moaned in pleasure she threw
her leg over Jorge's thighs and he began to stroke and
caress her exposed erogenous zones with even more skill
than he played the guitar earlier.
Simon in the thrall of Kaylee's oral ministrations
thought to himself "like father like son. I just hope
I'll be a better husband and father than he was."
Kaylee thought to herself as she sighed in pleasure.
"Shiny: neither one has gorram batteries."
Jorge thought to himself "Lao-tyen boo! I'm going to
miss this in the monastery."
And so the two men began what became a pleasurable but
very long night of having Kaylee's lovely but voracious
body between them in every possible combination. That
had Jorge wondering if Kaylee had been memorizing
Inara's copy of the Karma Sutra until the finally
triumphant mechanic rose and stretched like a well
satisfied cat. Looking down at their smiling sweaty,
supine forms she said "Say you lazy bones, dawn's
comin' up: don't you think we better get back to
Serenity?"
Jorge roused himself with a flask of hot coffee from
Armando's and got the shuttle lifted and on the way
while Kaylee snuggled in Simon's unconscious arms.
After docking, Inara stepped into her shuttle and
appraised the innocently sleeping nude couple, Kaylee
still in her wings and Jorge's obviously worn
condition. "Debauching angels now eh, Maestre?"
"Hey, I barely survived myself. She got into the red
aphrodisiac and it took the two of us to even keep up."
Jorge sighed as he sipped his coffee. "But you know the
old companion saying, it's still not as bad as.."
.".final exam week at House Madarassa." They both
completed together. "And as the ancient philosopher
Woodrow Allen stated: 'The worst sex I ever had was
wonderful.'" Inara laughed and then turned sober.
"Well, get them up. Mal wants his mechanic in the
engine room and the doc in the infirmary ready for
action and he wants to know if you know how to handle a
gun." Inara grimly announced as she reached under the
bed for her crossbow.
Kaylee suddenly sat up with her hands in front of her
privates and asked with alarm "What is it, Reavers?"
Inara looked at her "No Mei-mei, but it's almost as
bad. It's the Longshoreman's Tong"
To be continued?
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with
others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. 4-million people around the world
contract HIV every year. You only have one body per
lifetime, so take good care of it!
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
Kristen's collection - Directory 61