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The Wrong Road Taken Part 5

Turning me around, Lucretia sat me down in a chair while kneeling between my legs.
Within seconds, my cock was engulfed by her mouth.
Let the ecstasy begin!
To prevent wasting the moment, I pulled Lucretia off me and had her switch places.
With a twist, instead of sitting, I had her on her knees on the seat, her upper torso bent over the back of the chair.
Pulling up a chair, I sat behind her and went to town with my tongue and lips.
For the next five or so minutes, I concentrated on every spot my lips could reach while totally ignoring her pussycat and clitter.
When my tongue began to rim her little ring, she cried out her moans.
Stiffening my tongue, I took a chance and pressed it inward past that little ring.
At this point, it was necessary to grab her cheeks to hold her still or risk getting bucked off my chair.

"Oh my God, Luke, no one has ever done that before.
Oh my God, that feels incredibly naughty, but don't you dare stop!!!"

While I was administering to her joy, I kept pressing on her clitter with my fingertip.
Every time she bucked, I pressed and teased that little nub of joy.
To place my idea in play, I first stood and positioned myself to drive my cock into the place nature intended.
Starting slowly, I slid myself forward. Entering the holy place, I began a slow and steady pumping motion.
In only seconds, Lucretia began screaming as her climax came upon her.

Suddenly the screams took on an ominous tone.
From joy the sound morphed into one of pain.
Instantly stopping what I was doing, I withdrew from Lucretia with a worried look upon my face.

"Luke, what did you do?
I felt like my insides were being twisted in ten different directions."

"Lucretia, I'm sorry. I thought if I sped up, I could give you a greater orgasm.
I didn't think I would cause you any pain."

"Luke I think it's best that if in the future you wish to increase someone's joy, I think you should resist until you garner greater control over your mind."

"I think you're right; I didn't think; I just let my mind go without exerting any control over what I started."
I admitted.

Hours later, Lucretia and I were sitting around the pond I first spied while exploring the woods before meeting my host.
Now that I was in the same time frame as the pond, I could see the water behaving like water should.
As the water poured from the top of the pillar, arcing its way out to the middle of the pond, you could feel the light spray from the mist it generated.
This mist had a wonderful cooling effect.

"Lucretia, what do you know about the history of the arts?
I mean, how long has the power existed, and where did it come from?
Or is that even a fair question?
I've been thinking along the lines that maybe this power is available to most everyone.
It's just that if people don't know they have it, they would never learn to develop the will to explore their potential."

"Luke, many years ago, back when I was under the tutelage of Simone, we hosted a guest for a few days.
I don't remember his name, and that isn't so important.
What was important was the research he was doing.
He was a scholar doing just as you asked.
His interest was where did this
power come from and why it manifests in some and not others.
His body of work was truly fascinating.
He was able to trace practitioners of the arts as far back as the land of Ur.

Ur was a Sumerian city-state that existed from around 3800 BC until around 500 BC.
There had been found some cuneiform tablets from the first king of Ur named Ur-Nanshe.
In these tablets there was an account of a person who was the king's personal assistant.
This person was said to have saved the king and kingdom by some strange practices.
Apparently this person had caused an enemy fleet of ships to become lost in a thick fog that sprung up out of nowhere.
The entire arsenal of ships was dashed upon the rocks and destroyed in less than a day.