pegging

Kelly was waiting for me when I got out of the shower last night and finally came into the bedroom.



I was sore and tired. I had been working outside in the brutal heat and was physically drained. At times like these, I love to let go and let her take the lead and that’s exactly what she did. It’s almost like her way of rewarding me for working so hard on her honey-do list.



She was dressed only in black four-inch pumps and a black bustier. A suede flogger was in her hand and she was menacingly swishing it back and forth.



“I’ve been waiting for you”, she said coolly.



There was no need for me to say anything. I could have easily taken control since I’m normally the one in charge or I could have asked for a rain check since I was exhausted but I never like to say “no” when she’s in the mood.



I simply knelt on the carpet in front of her and presented my ass. She lovingly stroked it with the flogger, increasing the intensity as she spoke.



“I’ve cooked up a particularly nasty little punishment for keeping me waiting. Follow me.”



Kelly sashayed into the bathroom and I crawled behind her, admiring the swing of her perfect ass in front of me and I watched with nervous anticipation as she got the enema equipment from under the sink.



“Worship my ass, and maybe I’ll go easy on you”, she said teasingly.



Easy wasn’t what I wanted and I knew she would make it as difficult as she could anyway. I would do the same in her position and she knew it. I licked and caressed her lovely ass while she ran the water and adjusted the temperature. After a few minutes, she spread her feet and arched her back so that I could lave her wrinkled rosebud. She moaned as I licked but it didn’t slow her preparations.



Even without being able to see, I knew that my tormentor had unwrapped a new bar of Ivory soap and placed it in the bag which she then filled with nearly-hot water. Loving every minute of it, I renewed my efforts on her asshole causing her to speak breathlessly.



“You’re going to get a nice, hot, soapy enema and hold it until I say you can release, is that clear?” she asked.



“Yes, Mistress” I replied, though I’m sure it came out as more of a mumble since I still had my face buried in her ass.



Kelly straightened up and turned around, pushing me back onto my haunches. She took a step forward so that my nose was nestled in her slit. I was tempted, but I knew better than to lick without permission. I simply sat there and inhaled the heavenly scent of her very wet pussy as she explained the rules.



“You are going to take all of this hot, soapy water and then you are going to lick me until I come. For every minute that it takes for you to get me off, I am going to add an ounce more water. Do you understand?”



I understood fully and groaned at the implication. I can take two quarts without too much trouble but the amount of soap that she added would make it painful and difficult. Going a few ounces over two quarts at the beginning is challenging but adding toward the end will be torture. I could only hope that she would come quickly since she was already pretty excited.



“Yes, ma’am” was the only response I could muster.



Kelly pushed me back and motioned for me to put my nose on the carpet. I obeyed and felt her lubing my ass with a more-than-usual amount of K-Y. I should have known that she had more surprises up her sleeve.



“Oh, you’re probably wondering what this is” she teased as she inserted a large nozzle into my ass. “You’ve probably heard of a double-balloon nozzle before.”



I had, and the thought of it was both exhilarating and terrifying. Once the inner balloon was inflated, she could fill me up with as much water as she wanted and I would have to hold it as long as she demanded.



Still, the feeling of it gliding past my sphincter was deliciously erotic. Owing to the excess of lube and slickness of the silicone, it felt like a gloved finger inching into my rectum. Once it was in past the first balloon, she gently squeezed the inflator and I felt the balloon swell inside me. One more squeeze and I could definitely feel the pressure. I should have known that Kelly wouldn’t let me off that easy. The next two pumps were delivered in rapid succession and the pressure built quickly to an intense level



“I just wanted to make sure that you could really feel it” she cooed.



I was still adjusting to the fullness when I heard the telltale ‘click’ of the valve being opened and the felt the water rush into me. At first, it was cool where the water in the hose had reached room temperature and then I felt the warmth of the soap combined with the warmth of the water from the bag.



I was already squirming and tapping my toes on the floor as I looked up to see how much I had taken. The bag was still bulging and I could see suds peaking over the top. We had a long way to go.



I could feel the water filling my colon and inching higher and higher. Slowly, the pressure would build until I thought I would burst and then subside as the water reached deeper and deeper. I willed myself to take slow, deep breaths and relax.



Just when I thought I couldn’t take any more, I heard the faint ‘slurp’ as the last of the water emptied from the bag. When she was sure that I had taken it all, Kelly clamped off the nozzle and removed the hose.



I was eager to get started but my mistress took her time walking to the bedroom and sprawling out on the bed. I followed close behind her, the inflators and nozzle swinging obscenely behind me like a tail.



I wanted to dive in immediately and start sucking on her clit but I knew this was tricky business. Too fast or too hard and she would just push me away. I had to start slow enough for her orgasm to build. At the same time, I was eager to get it over with so I could limit the amount of water she would add to my already-distended bowels.



I flattened my tongue and dragged it slowly from the opening of Kelly’s little, pink vagina up to the top of her slit. Much to my surprise, she groaned and grabbed my head forcefully, pulling it into her sex. I thought I had won the jackpot and started sucking her clit and simultaneously scrubbing it with my tongue, a move that is sure to push her into dream land.



True to form, she clamped my head between her legs as I shoved two fingers into her cunt. Her pussy contracted rhythmically around my fingers and I was about to declare victory. Total time was under two minutes.



As difficult as it was, I had to sit back and wait for Kelly to float back to Earth, the clock continuing to add to my punishment. Before too long, she sat up and spoke.



“That one doesn’t count… it was too easy” she said with an evil smirk.



I dove in again, being careful to start slowly and build up. I licked slowly up both sides of her outer labia, pulling on each with my lips and teeth. Next, I repeated the procedure on her inner lips, trying to get my tongue between her clit and her hood as I reached the top. Given that she had already come, it took longer this time to get her to her peak. At one point, she pulled her knees up and insisted that I tongue-fuck her asshole. When she tired of making me suffer and was ready to come, she guided my head up to her clit. Within seconds, she was tossing around in the throes of her second orgasm.



By the time she came down again and looked up at the clock, sixteen minutes had passed.



“Looks like this is going to be a two-and-a-half-quart enema!” she chirped wickedly.



I dutifully followed her into the bathroom where she filled up a water bottle and poured it into the bag. After re-attaching the bag to the nozzle, she unceremoniously opened the valve and the rest of the water began to pour into me. The cramps from the enema I was already holding were intense and coming in waves. The added water brought me to the point that I truly thought it would come squirting out, balloon and all.



By some miracle, I was able to take it all and Kelly finally took pity on me leaving me to release on my own. Before long, I had emptied and went to join her in the bedroom to see what she had planned next.



When I opened the door, my jaw dropped as I saw what awaited me. Kelly was standing near one corner of our four-poster bed, an enormous dildo jutting out from her crotch and another, larger bag hanging from the bed-post.



After all the soap in the last enema, I knew I was due for a rinse but I was hoping for a more gentle approach. Instead, she was upping the ante.



“Get your ass over here and bend over!” she barked.



I hurried to get into position and Kelly slathered my ass with lube as soon as my head hit the mattress. The dildo was easily as large as my wrist and it held two wicked surprises. It had a tube running its length so it would serve as an enema nozzle and it was inflatable. I wasn’t sure that my ass could take all this punishment but Kelly was not going to be deterred.



Carefully lining up my asshole, she began pressing her weight into me, forcing me open. The outer sphincter yielded and I accepted an inch or two. The muscles provided determined resistance but eventually gave way under the steady pressure.



When my body first accepts a large object like that, the sensation is enough to take my breath away and it takes two or three insertions before I can stand for her to leave it in. This time, she didn’t back out. Kelly continued to press forward and the nerves in my ass screamed in protest. As soon as she had me impaled and I was gulping for air, she gave the inflator ten quick squeezes and opened the valve to start the water.



I have never been more thoroughly beside myself than I was at that moment. I was dancing on my toes, filling up with a 3-quart enema and skewered on a dildo 3 inches in diameter. I’m a pretty tough guy but I honestly thought that I might faint at that moment.



Then came the thrusting.



Kelly pulled back until only the head of the dildo remained in my ass and slowly began pushing it back into me. I didn’t get a chance to ask permission and shuddered through my orgasm before I even knew what hit me.



“You’re not going to get off that easily!” she warned.



She didn’t miss a stroke and instead, reached around and roughly jacked my overly-sensitive cock. Her stroking into my ass got faster, deeper and harder and I knew that she was close to her own release. Within moments, she pulled both of my hips back with her hands and swiveled her hips, trying to get as much stimulation against her clit as she could by driving her phallus into my ass.



I was groaning from the enormity of the dildo and the volume of water I was holding. She was groaning through her own orgasm and we must have been quite a sight. Before too long, she coasted down from her high and, since she was standing, I knew she would want to disengage and lay down as soon as possible. My ordeal was nearly over. She unhooked herself from the harness and then hooked it around my waist to keep the dildo from slipping out. I stood up and saw that the enema bag was empty.



“Come here.” Kelley spoke through her post-orgasmic haze.



“Turn around”



Without warning, she grabbed the inflator and gave it five quick squeezes, making my eyes bulge again.



“Now you can go relieve yourself and get cleaned up”



When I returned, Kelly was asleep and I kissed her sweetly on her forehead. She had opened the door for some heavy-duty ass play. Next time, she would be on the receiving end.

Parker answered his phone with his usual, “Yo.”



“Do you even look to see who’s calling when you answer?” Jamie’s voice said.



“Not usually.” Parker admitted. “Why?”



“I’d think that when I called, at least, I’d get something a little more romantic than, ‘Yo’.”



He could tell she was just fucking with him, trying to poke him a little to see if he’d respond, so he told her, “Baby, you know you’re the only one I yo for. I don’t even answer when anyone else calls.”



“Bullshit!” She laughed and her voice made him smile. He couldn’t help himself. Something about her was mystifyingly special.



“I’m sorry, babe. What can I do to make it up to you?”



“Well, I heard a rumor you’re going to pick me up in an hour and we’re going somewhere special?”



“You heard right.”



“I’m waiting. Oh, and I packed those special items we bought.”



He knew she meant the strap-on and the lube they’d gotten at Rosie’s Sister’s Porn Emporium. He couldn’t wait to see how the weekend was going to unfold.



His cousin Sabrina had called him out of the blue and told him if he wanted he could use the family cabin this weekend. There wouldn’t be anyone there, and he deserved it after winning the championship. She said her dad had won almost five hundred bucks betting on him, and would love to do him the favor.



Parker thought it was the perfect place to get more intimate with Jamie. The two of them were done with their finals and had nothing to do for the next couple of weeks. A relaxing drive out to the family’s cabin was just what he needed.



When he pulled up to the curb he could see Jamie already waiting, her bright red hair done up in pigtails that made her look so cute he wanted to gobble her up right there on the street. She was wearing black capri pants and a white button down that he was pretty sure she’d stolen from him just a day ago. It looked way better on her.



She only had one bag, a big athletic bag that she had slung over her shoulder, and when he stopped the car she tossed it in the back and jumped into the front seat, giving him a sloppy wet kiss and smiling as he pulled away from the curb.



“So your family has a cabin, huh?”



“My uncle’s. My cousin spends a lot of time there, but she called to say her boyfriend was taking her to Mexico for the weekend and I could have the run of the place.”



“Is it nice?”



“It’s got a great big California King sized bed that gets so comfy you never want to get out of it.”



“Once I’m in bed with you I’m never going to want to get out of it anyway.”



“That sounds ok to me.”



They smiled at each other and he put the gas to the floor, making it out of the city and into the backwoods in record time. Jamie sat back and listened to the radio. The two of them sang along to a couple of songs together, their voices harmonizing, and eventually Jamie turned the radio off and said, “So, this has been going on for more than a week now. How are you feeling?”



“What are we talking about?”



“You know. Us? The fact that you’re dating a girl with a penis?”



“I’m still feeling the same as I was. I’m loving every second of it. I’ve never been more comfortable with someone. And I love that we have a secret that’s just ours. It makes it feel like we’re naughty or something.”



Jamie laughed. “Well, if that’s what makes you feel naughty, and not the fact that we sucked a guy off in a glory hole upstairs from a triple X bookstore, then we’re definitely in for some good times!”



Parker laughed. “Yeah, that was kind of awesome. Weird, but seriously awesome.”



They were quiet for a while, but it was a comfortable silence, both of them thinking of how they were going to make this weekend the best experience they’d ever had. Parker reached over and put his hand between Jamie’s legs, rubbing the soft fabric and feeling her little prick start to stiffen.



Jamie had been laying back, looking out the window, and now she closed her eyes and moaned. Parker could feel his own dick getting hard as he drove, pressing against the inside of his jeans and he had to pull his hand away to keep from sideswiping a tree.



Jamie jumped in her seat and said, “What happened?”



“Sorry, I got a little carried away.”



“Oh.” She smiled at him. “Maybe we should cool it til we get to the cabin.”



“Yeah. Maybe so.”



Parker tried to concentrate on the road, but found it difficult with her laying right there next to him. How could he not want to just stop and spend the next two days ravishing her on the side of the road?



Focus, he told himself.



The sun was going down as they pulled up to the cabin, far out in the woods, without anyone around, and Jamie said, “Oh, it’s so big!”



“That’s what I like to hear my girl say.” Parker said.



“Yeah? Well, maybe you have something to show me.”



“We should get inside.” Parker said. “Before I tear through my pants like the Hulk.”



“Easy, boy. We have all weekend.”



“I see no reason to put off the fun stuff.” Parker said. “Unless you’re hungry.”



As they walked up to the front door Jamie said, “Oh, I’m hungry. But not for food.”



They barely had time to drop their bags in the front room before they were all over each other. Parker’s tongue exploring the inside of Jamie’s mouth, his hand shoved down the front of her pants, rubbing her little penis. She pulled his shirt up over his head and let her hands run over his chest, feeling every muscle and pinching his nipples.



“Where’s that king sized bed?” She said, through gasping lips.



“California King.” He corrected her, his breath coming in ragged spurts.



“Just point.” She said.



He grabbed her, and lifted her off the ground, holding her like a blushing bride crossing the threshold on their honeymoon, and carried her to the master bedroom, where indeed there was a California King sized bed.



Jamie said, “Ok, once again, Wow. It’s big.”



“You mean the bed, don’t you?”



“Can we just get started?” She said.



He laid her down gently, and started unbuttoning the dress shirt, slipping it open to reveal her breasts crammed inside a white bra with a pink bow between her breasts.



“Aw.” He said. “A present for me?”



“Two of them.” She giggled. “Matching set.”



“Nice.” Parker yanked at the shirt until it came undone and lay under her like a flowing cape, revealing her tummy and boobs. He thought she was the most gorgeous thing in the world. He started at her belly button, licking and kissing, moving up slowly as she gasped and moaned until he got to the bottom of the bra.



“I may need your help with this.” He said. She reached behind her, rolling to one side to undo the bra, and pulled it off along with the shirt, tossing them both to the floor.



Parker stepped back to survey the scene: A gorgeous toples redhead in black capri pants laying on his uncle’s bed, waiting for him to fuck her six ways to sunday. How did he get so lucky?



He couldn’t take the strain anymore and undid his jeans, letting them fall to the floor. He decided to keep his underwear on for the moment, a pair of black BVDs that he thought he looked especially good in, his cock bulging in the front.



He crawled on top of Jamie, letting his tongue trace circles around her left nipple while he rubbed her right breast, gently. He tried his best to take it slow, but the sound of her moaning got to him and he rolled over on his back next to her and slipped his underwear off.



“It’s driving me crazy.” He said. She looked at him and he glanced down at his erect cock, sitting up like a tower in a flat field. “Can you do anything with it?”



She smiled and said, “Let’s see what happens.”



Parker watched her head move down his torso, stopping to lick his abs, and run her tongue through his belly button. He giggled.



“Ticklish?”



“A little.” He admitted.



She stopped just above his cock and let her tongue trace patterns over his belly, teasing him. She kept moving her head towards his dick, but never quite got there. After a few minutes he said, “Oh, please. Please.”



“You’re begging me?”



“I am.” He said.



“It won’t be the last time this weekend.”



And with that she moved her head down and swallowed his cock whole. It was amazing. One minute he couldn’t stand it anymore, like an itch you can’t scratch, and the next minute she had all seven inches of his dick in her mouth, her lips pressed tightly against the base of it.



He said, “Oh, God, yes.”



She sucked for a few seconds, and then pulled back, letting her lips touch every inch of his magnificent penis. She swirled her tongue around the tip and then licked from the bottom to the top of it.



She slid backwards and put his balls in her mouth, suckling them like gumballs, enjoying the flavor of them, and enjoying even more listening to Parker moan with ecstasy. She put her hand on his dick and stroked, softly up and down, up and down, while she licked his asshole and his balls, moving up and down with her tongue.



Parker said, “Jesus, oh, I’m gonna cum!”



She put her mouth over his cock and soaked it all up, sucking down every last drop of cum, slurping his dick like the straw of a milkshake until he felt like his balls were empty and deflated.



He just lay there, looking up at the ceiling.



“Better?” She asked him.



“Oh, God, yes.” He said for the second time.



“What now?” She asked.



“Now? Now it’s your turn.”



“What are you going to do to me?” She asked.



“Come here and and I’ll show you.”



Jamie crawled back towards him so she could kiss him again, and he immediately rolled her over onto her back and worked his way down her body. He stopped to suck both breasts, and licked his way from right between them down over the belly button and straight to the top of her pants.



He tugged gently on the black capris and pulled them down past her hips, revealing a pair of shiny pink panties, string bikini style. As tight as they were he could still barely make out the little dick waiting inside.



He kissed them, enjoying the feel of the satiny cloth and the bulge beneath them. He put his lips on them and smooched, over and over until he heard her chuckling and moaning at the same time.



“I love these.” He said.



“I do too. They’re my favorite panties.”



He slipped them down past her hips as well and saw the little cock standing at attention. It was tiny, but unmistakable, and he put his mouth over it and sucked on it as best he could. He pulled her pants and panties down to her ankles and spread her legs, lifting her ass up off the bed so he could stick his tongue into it.



She obliged him by moaning and pushing her legs together tightly, letting her thighs rest on his ears. He thought it was awesome, the warm thighs pressed against his face. Plus it was like listening to the ocean, and he licked her asshole in and out like it was a pussy. He pushed in and out with his tongue, and then started with one finger, and then two as he pressed in and up and in and out, and kept going, his mouth on her little dick until he felt something spurt out of it.



She screamed as she orgasmed, calling out his name in a husky voice, “Parker!” And kept sucking and sucking until she rolled over onto her side and said, “Stop, oh God, stop!”



Parker untangled himself from her legs and crawled next to her, holding her in his arms, and the two of them fell asleep for almost an hour.



When they woke up it was dark and Parker had to fumble around to find the lights. When he did he saw Jamie laying naked on the bed, on her side, and he felt his dick start to get hard again. Her ass was perfect, pink and white, and built to be fucked. The skin was so soft and inviting that he couldn’t help but rub his hands over it, and he heard her say, “Oh, baby, that feels good.”



“Yeah?”



“Yeah.”



“How you feeling? You ready to try our special treat?”



“You really want to do this?” She asked.



“For you, I’d do anything.”



“I didn’t ask you to do this.” She reminded him.



“I know, but I want to experience everything I can with you.”



She nodded, understanding. She felt the same way. He made her want to do things she’d never considered before. But she didn’t want to do them with anyone else.



Parker watched as she got up and left the room, returning a few seconds later with her suitcase. She sat it on the bed and opened it, sifting through panties and shirts and socks until she found the cardboard box that said, “Love Handle” on it. She took it out and sat it next to her suitcase while she dug around and found the astroglide.



Parker just lay there, watching and smiling. She opened the cardboard box and took out the strap-on. It looked bigger than Parker expected.



“Wow.” He said.



“Think it’s too much?”



“I trust you.” He said.



She took the strap-on and positioned it on her crotch, over her penis, and tied it in the back. The other two straps went around her legs and she had to turn around and let Parker help her get them tied on. When they were on good she adjusted the top strap so that the dick sat perfectly on her groin, sticking out like a raging hardon.



She turned and modeled it for him. “What do you think?”



“Sexy.” He said.



“Yeah?”



“Hell yeah.”



She reached down and stroked it, like she was masturbating. “This would certainly make things easier.” She laughed.



“Well, don’t just stand there, bring it over here!”



Parker had moved to the edge of the bed, lying on his stomach and he pulled Jamie towards him and put the plastic penis in his mouth, sucking it like it was a real cock. Jamie put her hand on top of his head and said, “That’s it, big boy. You suck that cock!”



“Yes, ma’am!” Parker said through a mouth full of fake dick.



She let him go on like that for a minute or two before she pulled back and said, “Ok, you ready for your first anal experience?”



“I believe I am.” Parker sat up on his knees and said, “What should I do?”



“Ok, first, just lay on your stomach.”



Parker lay down on his stomach and pulled his hardening cock up between his belly and the bed. Jamie took the astroglide and tried to get the top off but couldn’t. After two or three tries she handed it to him. “Here.” She said.



Parker yanked the cap off and handed it back to her.



“My big strong man.” She said.



“Hurry up and fuck me.” He joked.



“I’m getting to it!”



Jamie took the astroglide and covered her hand in it, then leaned over and stuck it between Parker’s ass cheeks. God, but his ass was beautiful. Tight, tanned, and muscular. She put her hand on his back and let her other hand caress his butt cheeks, loving the soft but firm feel of them.



She slid a finger into his asshole and Parker tensed up.



“You have to relax, honey. It’s not going to go easy the first time. It may hurt.”



“Ok.” He said. He tried relaxing. After a minute or two of caressing she slipped her pinky into his ass. He tensed again, but not as much.



“Let’s try something.” She said, and she pulled him over onto his side.



His cock was sticking out, leaning down but starting to get hard again. She gripped it with one hand and continued caressing his ass with the other. Whenever she would slip a finger into his anus she’d squeeze his cock, and after a few tries he felt more relaxed and after a bit she got two fingers in.



“How does it feel.”



“It’s not bad.” He said. “Pressure. But it’s not entirely unpleasant.”



“Good. Now we’re going to try the hard part.”



“Yeah?”



She rolled him back over onto his stomach and tried to position herself between his legs. She covered the strapon in astroglide and put the tip of it right up next to his asshole.



“Ok, relax.” She said.



“Ok.”



“Don’t tense up.”



“Ok.”



“I’m not going to go all the way in, yet.”



He nodded and she pushed forward just a little. Parker crawled forward a bit and said, “Sorry!”



“It’s ok. We knew this wouldn’t be easy.”



Parker said, “Do it again. I’m ready this time.”



“You’re sure?”



Parker nodded.



She pressed the tip of the strapon against his asshole and started to push forward, only this time Parker slid backwards, letting the tip of the plastic dick enter his anus.



He said, “Ahhhahahahhh!”



“You ok?”



“Yeah.” He said, through clenched teeth. “I’m good.”



Jamie pulled back a little, but before she pulled out Parker said, “No! Don’t take it out. Just leave it. Let me get used to it.”



Jamie said, “Ok.” She leaned forward and put her hands on his butt, pulling his cheeks apart to get a better angle. She pressed her groin forward letting the strapon in a little further.



Parker went, “Aohhohhhohhgahhha!”



“You ok?” She asked, concerned.



“Great!” He said. “Now fuck me.”



“Yeah?”



“Oh, fuck yeah!” He shouted.



Jamie started humping, letting her ass push forward and bury the strapon in Parker’s rear. She didn’t want to hurt him, so she never pressed farther than about halfway, letting three or so inches of strapon fuck Parker for a few minutes.



After a while her legs started to cramp.



“I’m pulling out.”



“Are we done?” He asked.



“For now.”



“Ok.”



Parker lifted his ass as Jamie pulled the strapon out and examined it. It was dirty, but that was to be expected. She didn’t see any blood though, and that was good. She was afraid she’d tear his anus, which was something she’d had personal experience with.



Parker rolled over.



“That was…weird.”



Jamie said, “Good weird, or bad weird?”



“With you it’s always good weird.”



She smiled. “Aw.”



“Now what?”



“Now we need to trade places. I need to get fucked.”



Parker said, “I was hoping you’d say that.”



He moved out of the way and she lay down on her stomach. Parker reached down and said, “Uh-uh.” He turned her over on her back. She looked up at him.



“I want to be able to look into your eyes while I’m fucking you.”



He lifted Jamie’s legs up and pulled her butt towards his waiting dick. He put some astroglide on it and slipped it right between her buttcheeks. It slid into her asshole with no complaints.



He saw her face go slack with ecstasy and he started pumping his dick in and out of her ass, her legs resting on his chest, and over his shoulders. He loved looking down at her breasts, bobbing up and down in rhythm with his strokes, and he put his hands on them.



He loved the feeling of the back of her thighs on his stomach, her legs on his chest, and he grabbed them, hugging them to his body while he fucked her, pounding his dick in and out of her ass. She started moaning, making grunting noises with each stroke and she heard him say, “Park, er, Park, er, Park, er…”



“Fuck yeah, I’m gonna cum!” He said, and gave her one last powerful thrust, letting his dick get as far into her ass as he’d ever been and then he felt sweet release as jism spillled from his dick into the dark interior of her insides.



He felt her anus clenching, milking his cock for everything it could get and he looked down into her eyes. She looked like she was crying, and she said, “Oh, God, that was the best fuck I’ve ever had!”



After a few seconds they tumbled down together onto the bed and Parker held her in his arms.



“I don’t think I ever want to leave here.” Parker said.



“Do we have to?” She asked.

I awoke to the doorbell ringing. Stumbling through my apartment I tried to remember if anyone was supposed to visit me that day, but when I got to the porch I saw a total stranger standing there. She looked at first like a miniature Mikaela. As I studied her through the harsh light I became aware of the differences between them. This girl’s style was what you might call Gothic, if that ever intersected with Schoolmarm. Over her dark vintage clothes she had a heavy black coat, and slung over that was an overnight bag. On her feet she had black galoshes. Her hair was a wispy light brown, like what I imagine an elf’s would be, cut short but spiky with thick pointy sideburns. She wore black, wide-framed glasses like Mikaela’s, but bigger. Her nose was more bulbous too, but not large, and she had a tiny mouth like two flower petals that seemed about to erupt in a laugh. Her green eyes were her most striking feature, as they were huge like a faun’s with long curly lashes, and they sparkled at me from above her spectacles. My initial impression was of a scholarly boy, but a closer look revealed that she was college age like me, or maybe older.



“Can I help you?”



“Tom, my name is Samantha. Ray sent me.” Hearing that, I allowed her in and I closed the door once she’d entered. She turned to face me without putting her bag down. “I’ve been asked to stay with you while I finish my studies.”



“This is the first I’ve heard of it.”



“Ray has some unconventional ideas about the teacher/pupil relationship.”



“You’re one of her students?”



“Yes, I’m a sex witch. What I meant is she has expectations about your obligation to her. Is this a problem?”



“No, just a surprise.”



“I’m prepared to pay rent, but I was told that other arrangements are possible.”



“Are you and I supposed to do something?”



“I’m authorized to serve you in the capacity of advisor. I know about your recent run-in with Candy. You performed admirably, by the way. Ray was very pleased. May I?” She lifted the strap from her shoulder, and I took her luggage from her.



“Let me help you. I only have the one bedroom.”



“I sleep on the couch,” she said, and took off her coat. When she was settled into the living room, she opened a book and proceeded to ignore me.



“Well, I’m sure I have homework, or something,” I said, and left her alone.



I didn’t see her do anything during the day beside read from dusty volumes. She wouldn’t turn the lights on, but used a battery-powered lamp of her own, and I don’t remember seeing her eat. As a roommate she was ideal, except for her wish to move about the house wearing nothing but her strapless dildo in a pair of straining panties. That might sound pleasant, but I couldn’t have guests for fear they’d catch sight of the scantily-clad hermaphroditic sorcerer busying herself with research in my living room. I convinced her to wear my blue bathrobe. It was too large for her and dragged on the floor when she walked, but it could be closed in a hurry if someone came to the door. She left it open so that it did nothing to conceal her cleavage or the tent she was always pitching.



In the middle of the night I woke to find her standing silently beside my bed, her realistic dick stretching horizontally over the front of her panties. When she saw I was awake she removed the covers and climbed in. She straddled me, and slid my cock into her welcoming ass through one of the leg holes in her underwear. They held the realistic phallus in position, a knob on the back of it securely inserted in her vagina, so that it never flipped loose, even during the most strenuous fucking. How she always managed to keep her glasses on I don’t know. She sat on my cock with her calves at my hips, and bolted upright repeatedly with her hands clawing the air beside her, as orgasmic energy traveled up the length of her spine. Her tightly closed eyes were raised to the ceiling and her little mouth was agape, but I never heard her gasp. The only riding motions she made were the short, regular, forward lurches produced by her ecstatically spasming back muscles. It was clear from her revelry she was getting much more out of sex than most other people ever would. When I reached out to caress the down on her smooth, round thighs, her only reaction was to gently place her hands upon mine. Her flat abdomen quivered with excitement when she came, and the dick bobbed madly like the needle of a seismograph. She didn’t doze off with me, but returned to the couch in the other room when we’d finished.



Being penetrated anally was Samantha’s only sexual preference, the cock she wore only for show, but she dominated our time in bed by dictating events from her vast store of sex magic knowledge. We never had to worry about spoiling our friendship or our living situation, as the first was non-existent and the second was forced on us by Ray. When we spoke she provided insights about the many women expressing interest in me since my visit with Candy, approving of some and warning me about others with information and intuition I didn’t have. She also described techniques and tricks I could use in my encounters with them.



One of my adventures was a lesbian bachelor party, with me the entertainment. Fifteen or so women with their breasts pushing out the fronts of men’s business suits and tuxedos smoked cigars and drank brandy. Their hair was tied or slicked back, and neat beards of different sorts were drawn in make-up on their faces. I was brought in wearing a Little Bo Peep costume after a porno had ended and the celebrants were giving a coarse round of applause. My handler, a fit dyke with white hair named Irene, warned me not to move after bending me over a billiards table in the side room and checking under my dress that my backside was bare and well-powdered. She then stood in the doorway and announced that refreshments were now available. Half of the guests ignored her and continued talking, but a group made their way toward me, and a couple others were visibly upset by the presence of a male at their event.



The first one to take me was a smoky brunette with no jacket. She joked with her friends as she put her drink down beside me and grabbed a handful of my thigh, as if to judge livestock at a fairground. At once she became quiet and unzipped the fly of her billowy slacks to withdraw from it a thick, long, veined phallus with skin the same color as her own. Getting behind me and then leaning over my back, she jammed it in with a few powerful jerks of her hips. Next, she gave one large buck that shook the table, to establish its arrival. Her hands appeared on the green felt at either side of my head. She pushed her pelvis forward slowly, with no regular pace but only according to her whims, for approximately ten minutes. Suddenly I felt her torso become heavy and her legs struggle to support her weight. Then she sighed lightly, and locked her knees, so that the penis was drawn backward and out. She stood upright, put her tool back in her pants, picked up her glass, and patted me on the head.



“I need a new drink,” she said, and walked away.



None of her friends wanted to follow that act, so the small crowd around me dispersed. I was bent over there alone for the better part of an hour, while the women laughed and bellowed in the other room. A pretty girl in a maid outfit walked in from the second doorway, and deposited a crab cake from her tray into my hand. She smiled at me over her shoulder as she left.



Some time later, another of the transvestite attendees entered the parlor, this one a pretty, slim blond. She sauntered over to me, and leaned against the table. Absently she felt the fabric of my bonnet.



“I was told this is a party,” she said. Staring down at me, she moved slowly out of my field of vision. I heard the heels of her dress shoes grind into the rug. A belt jingled, and her pants fell to the floor in a heavy heap. Pressure grew at my asshole. In one-inch increments, she hefted her massive latex cock into me. When it was submerged she took hold of my waist. For three endless minutes, she hammered roughly at my rear end. She climaxed and stood motionless, letting the giant payload fill me, and allowing her heartbeat to slow to normal. After doing her pants up and smoothing her loose hairs, she deposited a twenty dollar bill in my dress. Her footfalls faded as she exited the room.



My next visitors were two mustachioed women who wanted some privacy for a conversation they were having, and didn’t consider my presence there real. They bickered inaudibly for four or five minutes and then went back into the main hall, one of them commenting as they left that these parties were never what you want them to be.



Over the course of the night another pair of women made frequent trips past the doorway, casually glancing at me. It was obvious they had no plans to enjoy me in that setting, but were discussing some notions about what they would do were all of their friends to leave.



An hour later, the company sang “For He’s a Jolly Good Fellow” for the groom. They filed into the parlor after her to cheer as she sowed her last wild oat in me, but she was too committed to her fiancée to use my body, and bowed out bashfully at the last minute. The chorus then changed their tune to good-natured ribbing. Though their laughter and taunts were almost intolerably loud, I could hear the best man plead that she had gotten Little Bo Peep for the party, and wouldn’t somebody please help me find some wool. Despite that, the soirée ended, with all of the guests going to the front room for their coats. Irene appeared in the doorway to wave at me reassuringly, a signal that I was remain bent over the billiards table until everyone had gone. I nodded and she vanished again, this time for the night.



My final bit of entertaining was done for the two ladies who had been observing me. They lingered after the other women left, and then made their approach. These might have been the youngest of the bunch, and most excitable. Both stomped out of their pants but kept their mens shirts on, and in boxer shorts, shoes, and black socks with garters, their goatees smeared all over their shrieking mouths, they spit-roasted me with their strap-ons for an hour. Then they collapsed in separate chairs from exhaustion.



“Thanks for a lovely evening,” I said, and went home.



As I came from class one night I spied three beautiful girls on the other side of the street. One had her hair bound in a long ponytail, and the others wore theirs in buns. Two had tight hooded sweatshirts on and the other a raincoat, but they all sported knee-high boots for the snow. The similarities in their styles made me think of an all-girl gang I’d seen in a movie, and the leather footwear lent a militant feel to their appearance. None of that could distract me however from the long legs and perfect asses filling out their tight gray jeans. Completely wound up by the sight of them, I increased my walking speed in the hope Samantha would work some spell to calm me when I saw her. Then I heard one of them say, “Ask him,” and another call out, “Are you Mikaela’s friend?” They only had one strap-on, so each took a turn doing me in her jeans and a t-shirt on Ponytail’s bed, while the other two sat in front of the TV and ate pork rinds. When I got back at seven in the morning, the witch merely looked up at me from her book, and resumed reading.



Another day I met a gorgeous black Amazon named Michelle who I’d known from my dorm Freshman year. She still kept her shoulder length hair back in a cloth band, and as usual favored skin-tight leggings and ankle-high boots. All my old fantasies of becoming her submissive husband returned when I stood overwhelmed before her tall, graceful, well-built body. She dug in the open bag which she held in front of the sweater that contained her gravity-defying breasts. “I know my pad’s in here. Let me see. Here, hold this,” she said, and pulled out a pair of jockey shorts with her long chocolate member attached. My eyes darted around the street to find out who had seen me given the man-breaking device, when she said, “Oh, I just remembered. It’s at home.” She took the strap-on from me and stuffed it back in the bag. “Why don’t you come with me and I can scribble your digits down there?” I must have blushed. “If that’s what you want.” She put her arm around me. “I won’t take no for an answer.” I never said no, but I did scream “Harder! Harder!” for several hours. As I staggered to the bathroom she reclined with her head propped up on a pillow and her dick bursting from her boy briefs. She said, “I just realized. I had my cell phone with me all along.” I put on her apron and made French Toast. When I got home an hour later, Samantha just shook her head.



The braided hippie from the coffee shop saw me by chance while out running, and began marking double time in my path. She had on a white tank top that was too much like Candy’s purple one for my liking, along with track pants that showed off her tight profile, sneakers, and nothing else. Even when she took me aggressively in the loft of her barn studio, she forswore any underwear, favoring a bottom with ties on the hips and a heavy latex appendage on the front. Her one concession to fashion was the striped sweatband she wore on her wrist while she demolished me.



On it went. I had a variety of fun times with a bevy of lovely girls in those carefree days. When Irene showed up at my door one afternoon with a written invitation for me, I saw no reason to suspect it would lead to anything but another blissful romp.



“I seriously recommend you refuse,” Samantha intoned.



“Why, what’s the harm?”



“Trust my judgment.”



“I do trust you, but you won’t even tell me the problem. It’s Irene. She got me that bachelor party. I had a great time.”



“Irene isn’t behind this,” Samantha said, holding up the black card. The glint on the red embossing made it look like wet blood. “She’s just the messenger. This is from a sorority suspected in my circle of having ties with a Black Lodge. Doesn’t the invitation seem a little foreboding to you?”



“I don’t know. It’s for a theme party, isn’t it? It’s a bunch of bimbos burning candles. If it gets scary I can always leave.”



“They’re mostly business majors from what I understand. A ‘bunch of bimbos’ wouldn’t know about you. I’m suggesting you don’t go.”



“Okay, I heard you, but I want to check it out.”



“Tom,” she said, sitting across from me. My robe was bundled up around her. “Don’t go to the party. Nothing Ray or I have taught you will be proof against these women, if they are what they might be.”



“You’re really overreacting. I don’t see the harm, and you won’t tell me what’s wrong. What am I supposed to think?”



“You’re supposed to trust me.”



“No, I’m going. This is ridiculous.”



“Is that final?” she asked.



“Yeah,” I said, and grabbed my jacket. I left the apartment, and walked to my date with a Valkyrie who worked for a moving company. When I returned home the next morning, Samantha had gone.

I entered the house at 8 pm as instructed to find an empty foyer that was expensively decorated but dark and musty. Stairs curved up the wall and social rooms were situated to the left and right of me, but it felt like no one was in the building at all. Surprise made me start when a girl appeared at my right, and I laughed at myself when I saw how non-threatening she was. A petite blond in a fluffy white robe and matching slippers, her long hair tied back in a ponytail, and her scent that of flowers; she was actually a very pleasing sight. Her hands were folded in front of her as she politely asked me to disrobe and get down on all fours. She merely waited for me to comply when I stared at her. My clothes landed on a chair as I removed them. The girl vanished while I was turned around.



Several minutes later a door opened that had been concealed by the woodwork of the staircase. The same gorgeous blond walked from it, this time with her hair down and wearing a black cat suit that covered every part of her willowy body from the neck down. She minced over to me in complete silence, carrying a black strap-on harness with a black dildo fixed in it, which she held in front of my face.



“Adorn me.”



I rolled my eyes at her affectation but obeyed her, and after a moment’s trouble with the Velcro it seemed that a six inch dick had sprung to life under the clingy material of her outfit. Girlishly slinky, she circled about me, grabbed my ass, bit down on her lower lip, and sank the cock inside me to the hilt.



“Ah!” The reaction was more for effect than a genuine expression of arousal. “Good beast!” she said, and put her knees on the ground behind mine. “Now you may remove it.”



“What?”



“Oh, beast,” she sighed. “I hope you can follow so plain and simple an order as that.”



I swallowed nervously and leaned back so my outstretched arms could reach the straps situated nearly imperceptibly on her hips. She did nothing to aid my mobility, keeping the cock firmly buried in my ass. When the harness was undone she popped up gleefully and skipped over to my side, and I fell forward onto my hands.



“Well done!” she said, landing with a bounce.



I shook my head in disbelief, the straps spilling onto my calves from the artificial member that was still lodged in my asshole. This time she mounted me sidesaddle, facing the front door as though my rear end were the head of a horse. She took up the loose bands as a rider would reins.



“Giddy up!” she commanded. Obviously I was meant to crawl backward, which was not hard. The difficult part was trusting this unhinged young woman to steer me. Turn me she did though, and after a 180 degree change in direction, I was ridden by the girl to the secret passageway from which she’d emerged. It was at least in my favor that she weighed next to nothing.



As I traversed the hidden hallway on all fours, I watched the real world recede into nothing. The flickering candles on the walls moved past my shoulders, and into oblivion at the center of my vision. The girl said nothing, letting her pretty black feet drag along the floor of the corridor. She rode me out of the hall and into an interminable black space, so I could no longer know even after the fact where we were going. When the end of the tunnel looked like a yellow one-inch square, we moved into a large spot of light, and she dismounted. The girl plucked the strap-on from my butt and faced someone who was behind me.



“He is delivered,” she announced, arms outstretched in a bow. Still bent low, she stepped backward into the darkness, the harness dangling from her hand. As she disappeared so did the lights in the distant hallway, making the void around me absolute. I then realized there could be, and more than likely were, any number of similar young ladies hovering in the nothingness around me, hidden by dark clothes like stagehands at a theatrical production. Almost in answer to my suspicion, four standing, full-length mirrors were wheeled by invisible hands to the edge of the illuminated circle, at the cardinal points of the compass. Then I heard the loud falls of wooden soles.



My only glimpse of her was what the mirrors presented. She had long, messy platinum hair and a cold, chiseled face. On her average-sized bosom she wore a purple bra. Under her skimpy matching shorts there was a garter belt that suspended thigh-high stockings of the same color, and up to her calves ran vinyl boots that were also coordinated. Her most notable feature was her physique, which gave the impression that she had been built to perform. An obvious product of intense training, her muscles padded a feminine shape that was not solid like Candy’s, but sculpted and well attended, a deliberately crafted masterpiece of dangerous functionality. Even the flesh-colored dick projecting eagerly from her crotch could not distract me in the moment I saw her from her thick, potent torso and limbs. Trying to swallow nervously, I found my mouth was too dry, and my throat clenched. In only a moment, she was fucking me.



Her first attack was made on her knees with her hands resting comfortably on my backside, and she sighed with pleasure as she broke me in. I could tell the massive waves of force generated by her round, diamond-hard ass and soft muscular thighs cost her no effort whatsoever, and that she was actually restraining herself then to keep from hurting me. Letting the pace quicken to a spirited clip, she clearly enjoyed how her thrusts set me rocking when they clashed with my struggles to stay upright. Gradually the strength contained in her rump revealed itself through rotations of increasing roughness. Moaning changed to grunting as her hands moved urgently to my hips and held me still. Then, they came away from me entirely to rest out at her sides as if the wings of a gliding bird, the pelvic assault continuing like well-oiled machinery below them. A moment later they were back on my waist. Relaxed and capable, there was no doubt in her. Instead, the adjustments of her posture were attempts to take the measure of my weaknesses, to find the approach that would be most effective so she could exploit it when she was ready.



“Look at that hair,” she cried at the glass, “the dildo, my whore, what hot boots, and such technique!”



My fear of what this might mean mingled in the darkness beyond the mirrors with the pale hungry faces of young women, monstrous shadows kept outside the spotlight like vampires repelled by a strong sunbeam. How many of them were real or projections of my imagination, I couldn’t say. It was however possible to make out on each of their cat suits a small black dildo of the type that had guided me to that bizarre place. The frail, watchful apparitions swayed in huddles patiently, awaiting some signal or opportunity, their mysterious behavior adding to my confusion. They echoed the woman who was having me by taking their time. Though I wanted to figure out their motivation, the rushing, intoxicating, and seductive influence of the siren plowing my rear made thinking about it impossible.



I felt her pushing down on my butt with both hands and transferring her right foot to the floor beside my right knee. The left boot took the opposite position. Greedily she was already humping when her right hand settled onto my shoulder blade and her left one hitched itself to my neck. With her left side dominant, she pitched down and to the right decisively. Gyrations and vertical bouncing combined in one mercilessly executed technique that was mechanical, flawless, robust, and emphatic, all at once.



“God, those legs are cut. They’re like hydraulics, and all mine,” she observed.



Eventually I folded, my arms buckling and my trunk falling forward, with my ass remaining elevated. My heels waved feebly in the air above my bent knees. A flare of alarm rose in me when I considered that my endurance had not been depleted, but surrendered. Her response to my weakness was to press her hands on my ass again and straighten her athletic legs so that the cock was withdrawn and pointed down at me. This caused my posterior to sink closer to the floor. Remounting me, she suspended herself and stiffened without difficulty on the tips of her outstretched fingers and the toes of her boots. The cock was our only point of contact. Insistently she probed down into me with the calm that suggested limitless confidence, proclaiming her dominance with wet, meaty slaps. I replied to each jolt by shouting, “Oh!”



She sank in and wiggled as if rearranging my intestines. Then the knocking resumed with regularity, a slight bend appearing in her midsection with each upward movement. Watching herself in the mirrors, she was forceful and thorough, and admired the uniformity of her strokes.



“I’d forgotten how it feels to possess someone’s ass, and to come in it,” she growled.



Her bent legs overlapped mine and she planted her left hand on my spine below my neck. That heavy banging went on, a little faster than a beat per second. There was no vacillation or dip in her dynamic routine, and every lunge was perfect. I felt myself wishing not that it would never end, as I often had when being fucked, but that she would never stop wanting to use me. Ghost girls with shining eyes were growing restless at the edge of the light.



“Fuck me!” I begged. “Please!”



Three more thuds came and I heard her grunt. After smacking it home one more time she slid her legs between mine. Her hand returned to the floor. One forward push was followed by more downward prods.



Samantha help, I thought. My will was breaking, and I was finding it wonderful to be enslaved. Shifting poses again, she replaced her legs over mine and put both hands on my lower back. Her head bowed in unshakable concentration and her ass started working on me, reinforced by her strong, bulky back. Girls in the darkness opened their mouths like silently hissing cats, sensing that victory was imminent. The woman’s enthusiasm skyrocketed.



“Ah. Oh God, it’s so good. I can’t fight it,” I whined.



When she heard that, she laughed, exalting her might. Her thrusts significantly decreased in speed but maintained their shape. Then, with every advance of the shaft, a gush of warm, thick liquid spewed out of its hole and filled all of the available space in me. A total of nine gooey jets spent her charge from the dildo pump, squeezed by orgasmic contractions of her vaginal walls.



“Ah!” she exclaimed as she climaxed. She dismounted, and stood up. A kick to my side produced no reply from me. “He’s done,” she said, and the single light in the room was extinguished.



In the darkness, I learned they weren’t finished with me. The ruler had fed and what was left were the scraps. It began as a slithering, a shuffling, the tiny bursts of distant breaths. I heard limbs brushing limbs, fabric scraping fabric, gasping, and a soft hum of satisfaction. There was an “Ah!” as gloved fingers caressed me and a wicked laugh as one skinny girl took my arm. Another grabbed my ankle and I felt a hand in my hair. Someone else’s hair fell into my sightless eyes. A tongue ran diagonally across my chest. My other two limbs were bound. All of them smelled of raspberries, or lilacs. When I struggled they swarmed like an octopus that wrapped its tentacles all over me. One of them was singing lightly, and another covered my mouth. Writhing proved useless, but it became involuntary. Moments passed when I wasn’t sure I was on the floor. Hands fondled my penis. Two of them tried tickling me.



Several of them were laughing, and I may have as well. I can’t say it was entirely unpleasant, but I was terrified and nauseous from being used by their queen. They felt me up and played with me for timeless moments in that abyss, never shirking from the perversion, nor having trouble negotiating the dark. Small, delicate hands explored all areas of my skin. Anger welled up in me that they could have their way so easily, and that I liked it. The cocks found my mouth and my ass one at a time after an aborted attempt to share holes, and each fired icing sugar onto me when their owners were convulsed by orgiastic ecstasy. Ropes of sweet girl cum flew like confetti in the black pit, soaking my head, neck, thighs, belly, and genitals. Pasted after every ragged sigh and moan, I grew to crave it. A festival of female ejaculation occurred amid screaming, crying, laughing, and much frantic jacking of dildos, so that I was plastered completely like a birthday cake. One girl angrily tore a hole in her leotard and tried to ride me. However long it lasted, I gained from it a new concept of exhaustion that erased the last of my identity.



“Enough!” a voice cried, and they were instantly solemn, and abandoned me. I blinked helplessly in the blackness. Presently, both I and the speaker were illuminated in separate spots.



My destroyer was standing on a raised platform fifteen feet in front of me. Her strap-on must have been taken off, because the black lace gown she wore flowed smoothly down her carriage to her feet. Those other articles she’d worn could faintly be made out through the material. The girls were gathered about her. She radiated joy.



“Tom, do you recognize me?”



“No,” I said. “We’ve never met.”



She laughed, and with her right hand tore off the great platinum wig and tossed it away in one gesture.



“Not even now? Look closely.”



I didn’t recall the stern, glowing face, then crowned by brown hair that was parted in the middle and tied back in a bun. She smirked down at me imperiously.



“Still, no? Think back to your days in elementary school. Remember what happened behind the shed, under the bleachers, and by the cafeteria door.”



It dawned on me that this was the leader of a pack of older girls who used to beat me up.



“Well?”



“Yes.”



“Good,” she said. Some of the sisters bared their teeth, or looked at her. “It was obvious that even if you didn’t know me, I had molded the course of your life. Why, look at all the adventures you’re having!” Girls were tittering.



“What do you want, Kim, Kerry?”



“Karen. Say it.”



“Karen,” I said.



“I want what I’ve always sought, which is power, and now I have it over you, party boy. My ownership of you became final, here, tonight.”



I glowered.



“Give my regards to your witch friends, if you ever see them again. I’ll be in touch.”



The light lingered a moment on her and the girls, and went out. Another went on over a doorway that I hadn’t seen, to my left. I walked out of the spot that I occupied and trudged through the darkness to it. It led outside, where I found my clothes neatly folded on a trashcan lid. I put them on and as I went home it started to rain.

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July 4 this year was apparently my independence from boring sex with my beautiful girlfriend Marie.



July 5, however, shit got real.



Marie & I got up around 8, both still sore from the marathon of sex the night before. We’d fucked for hours, anally & vaginally, and fell asleep in a cum glazed stupor.



We struggled to the bathroom after stripping the bed of the now nasty sheets. Single guy or not, I got plenty if sheets, and I don’t skimp on thread count. One thing I learned in this life is make your woman feel special and she’ll return the favor (unless she’s my exwife).



Before I could turn on the water, Marie hugged me tightly, and whispered huskily in my ear “Lay down in the tub, babe. I want to try something with you.”



I lay down, having a fair idea of what was coming. Marie squatted over me, and for a moment, I thought she was going to ride me. Nope. Option two – aka number one.



Her hot golden piss squirted out of her shaved honeypot, and she must have been full, as it splattered me with some force. I found it strangely erotic, enough so that I ventured a taste.



Uck. I spit that out in a hurry, and ran for the mouthwash. It still left an acrid, bitter taste in my mouth.



Marie leaned against the shower enclosure wall, laughing. “I always wanted to try that,”. She said. “But tasting, we can leave out.”



I walked to the shower, and before she could turn on the water, I opened fire with my piss cannon. I squirted her between the lips of her snatch, and her eyes opened wide. “Oh baby – hold off! I want to lie down!”



I throttled bank the flow, groaning with the effort. She lay where I had a few minutes earlier, and looked up at me with a salacious grin. “Pee on me baby, right on my clit.”



I unclenched with a small grunt of effort and directed my stream at her clit. She began to writhe like a snake, pinching her nipples & moaning. I kept it up as long as I could, but a combination of empty tank & full libido cut off the flow.



Marie looked up at me pleadingly “No….don’t stop! I’m almost there!” In a flash of inspiration I quickly turned the shower massager to high pressure, flipped it on, and directed the flow at her little man in the coat.



She began screaming like a she devil, “God yes…squirt all over me…I can feel your cum all over me like a firehouse!” Clearly she was well into fantasy land.



She finally looked up at me with a look of exhaustion, and said “Please babe, turn it off. I appreciate the idea, but no more! I feel like Godzilla douched me!”



I snapped off the water, and we both laughed. I rehung the massager, turned back on the water, and held her, and kissed her in the shower, as she lay against me, eyes closed. I the grabbed the shampoo, and began to massage it into her platinum bob.



She looked up at me in surprise, and said innocently “No one has ever washed my hair in the shower with me.” I looked into her honey colored eyes “It’s about time somebody took care of you like you deserve.”



I washed her hair, and gave her a full scalp massage. She looked at me and said “That was fabulous! I wish it don’t have to end.”



I smiled at her, and said “It doesn’t have to yet,” as I reached for the bottle of conditioner. Needless to say, we were in there till we ran out of hot water.



We dried each other off with fluffy towels, and went to the bedroom to dress. Marie had brought a large bag, as we planned to spend all four days together.



We went out to a peaceful breakfast. She demurely ordered an egg white omelet and wheat toast. I asked the waiter to come back in 2 minutes. Marie looked at me quizzically, “Not sure what you want?” She queried.



“I know exactly what I want,” I responded, “But do you seriously want egg whites and wheat toast? You can be yourself. I like you for who you are; you don’t need to eat like a lady with me.”



She smiled, and waved the waiter back over. “Throw out the egg whites, my good man. Three eggs scrambled well with cheese, double bacon – chewy, not crispy & a bagel. And the biggest, strongest cup of coffee you have. If it threatens to dissolve the cup with its shear coffeeness, that would be excellent’!”



I grinned happily. I’m starting to love this gal!



After a pleasant breakfast we returned to my home. I plopped on the couch, and said “What do you want to do?”



“Everything!” Was her salacious reply. She gently took my hand and led me back to the bathroom. “Get undressed, I’ll be right back.” I stripped down, thinking it was too early for another shower. She came in the bathroom, and closed the toilet lid, and sat me down.



“Shaving your balls is a good start, but I want to suck some serious dick today!” She quickly shaved my whole pubic are and shaved my stubbly nutsack. I looked down after and looking at my lone tree with no forest, I decided I’m keeping the look – it looked huge! We hopped in the shower for a rinse off, and she freshened her beautiful baldness.



She then came back and handed me 2 clear bottles with long orange tips. She then said, “Good sex starts with good prep. We’re playing anal today. Squeeze the first one up your ass. You’ll probably run to the toilet right away. After, squeeze in the second, and come get me.”



She stepped out and mostly closed the door. I followed her directions. It wasn’t pleasant. Neither was doing a potty dance while she did her rinse.



After potty games were done, she led me back to the bedroom. We lay down, and I started my foreplay routine. I lightly bit one nipple, while gently squeezing the other. She began to purr. I switched to kissing her neck, while gently twirling her clit. She began humping my leg, so I slid down, and began to lovingly eat her delicious pussy. Once again she wound up pushing me away in exhaustion.



We rolled over, and in the doggie position, I thrust my raging boner into her swamplike pussy, and gave her a dozen slow strokes, while lubing her ass, and stretching her tight balloon knot.



She began to grunt and thrust back onto my dick. While she surged forward, I quickly pulled back a bit, and readjusted. She pushed back, expecting another pussy thrust, and got my eight inches balls deep in her clutching ass.



She basically screamed like a banshee and came to a dead stop. “You asshole! You never do that to someone! But shit, that was fantastic!” I grinned, and began to gently pump her rump.



After a few more strokes, she bade me to pull out. She rolled over, and we got into missionary position, ankles on my shoulders, and a pillow under her hind end.



I entered slowly this time, and gently brought my bald groin all the way into hers. “Fuuuuuuck,” she groaned. “So fucking deep! I love it like this!”



I kept stroking slowly, but began to speed up. She began to scream in her familiar orgasmic shriek, and I unloaded my charged balls in her ass. She pulled off, & rolled over quickly, and spread her cheeks. “Eat my ass! Drink that cum out! You put it there, you get it out!”



I was in their before I could think about it. I felched my own man batter from her ass, and then rose up & snowballed her. We eagerly swapped my bitter brew, and both swallowed.



“God damn, you’re taking to anal like a duck to water!” She said shaking her head. “Lets rest a bit before we go another round.” She rested her sweaty head on my pecs, and we took a fast powernap.



It turned out to be fast, as my neighbors with the adjoining walls were being loud. After stretching, Marie turned to me and said with an evil grin “Wanna fuck with them?”



I looked at her in complete innocence and said “Not really. She’s very unattractive.” This earned me a slap on the ass for my intentional cheekiness.



She said “I’m going to get done accessories. Stack up 2 or 3 pillows, and lie over them. And plan to be loud!” I did as she requested, and she returned wearing what appeared to be King Kong’s penis. I gulped and said “”Marie, honey, that’s enormous! I’m almost a virgin here!”



Marie scoffed, “Baby it’s the same size as your cock. You took something pretty big your first time without a hitch. Now try to relax.” She spread my cheeks, and applying her tongue to my asshole.



All my concerns disappeared as she worked her dexterous oral digit in my funky darkness. It was like there was an electric wire from my asshole to my cock head, and I was electrified!



She pulled out her tongue, and she began to gently smear lube on my anus. I tightened up in fear. She began to stroke the small of my back. “Relax, baby. I know you’ll enjoy this. If it hurts I’ll stop. Just relax, and when I push in, push out, like your going to the bathroom. You’re nice and clean so nothing will happen.”



As she rubbed my back and my ass, I began to relax, and I welcomed her gloved finger. She reached down with the other hand, and gently massaged my taint & my balls.



I closed my eyes, and relaxed. I felt the finger withdraw, and then more stretching as I assume 2 fingers went in. I continued enjoying it as the fingers on my taint & the fingers in my ass seemed to concentrating on a spot that felt very good.



“You’re doing very well, Sweetie,” said Marie. “Your cock is drooling precum everywhere!” She stroked some off my dormant, yet dripping friend, and tasted it, and pronounced it yummy. She then stroked up some more and fed it to me.



Much tastier than semen, with almost a sweet quality. I felt very strange then. I had a woman’s fingers in my ass, and was tasting my own fluids. Was I gay? I thought a moment, and realized if I was, it wouldn’t be Marie behind me, but a proverbial Mario.



Another finger joined the party. I began to rock back and forth, trying to take the fingers as deep as I could. As I reared back to pump, all of a sudden my ass was very full. I heard Marie cackle “Pay back is a bitch!”



I realized that she was fully buried in my ass. I didn’t hurt, but I felt very full. I wasn’t quite sure I liked it. Marie began to stroke my lower back again. “I’m sorry baby. You’re more of a virgin then I am so I probably shouldn’t have done it, but you were swallowing all four of my fingers.”



“Four?” I questioned. “I though you had three in there. “No sir. You’re such an ass slut you swallowed up four!” She said with erotic glee. She then began to slowly pump my ass with her ebony toy. If I thought the internal/external massage was good, it was nothing compared to this. My while body felt on fire, but in a joyful way. I felt stuffed, but alive.



I humped back at her, relishing her strap-on going rubber balls deep. I felt my ass loosen a touch, so I increased my speed. I heard Marie crying out in extacy. And she disappointingly pulled out of my ass and collapsed backward. “Help me outta this thing!” she fervently requested.



I unstrapped the dildo, and discovered it had a smaller plug buried in her sodden pussy. I withdrew the strap-on and went to clean up her copious juices with my tongue.



She gently stopped me by saying “If you ate my pussy now, I’d die in shuddering bliss. But we’re not quite done yet, as you haven’t come.” I tried to tell her I’d be fine, but she wouldn’t hear of it. She grabbed the biggest double dildo I’d ever seen. It was about eighteen inches long, and at least two inches thick. I cringed in fear.



Marie said “Its OK, Sweetie. I haven’t gone that big before either, but you took my cock like a champ. We’ll try it out, and stop if we can’t handle it.” She then pulled out what appeared to be a giant power tool.



I shrunk back in fear, and exclaimed “No way that fuckers going in my ass!” Marie had a good laugh. She then explained. “This is my hitachi. It’s a vibrator. External use only.”



She lay back, and had me grease the double headed leviathan, while she flicked on the hitachi. It buzzed like an angry hornet. She applied it to her clit, and sighed happily. She then got in all fours, and freshly greased & fingered her ass while she vibed her clitoris.



I then began to slowly penetrate her hindquarters with the beast. She moaned, and muttered “So big…so good.” After I got in about six inches I began to fuck her in and out with it.



After a few minutes, she grabbed the dildo from me, and rolled onto her back, the beast hanging out like a tail. She put down the hitachi, and held up the foot of dildo. “Baby, straddle me facing my feet. I’m gonna fill you, and then your going be my cowboy, and ride me.”



I assumed the requested position and as I licked her oddly appealing toes, I felt the dildo knock knock knocking on heavens door, as it were. It slowly slipped in, and felt uncomfortably large. I heard the hitachi pop on, and Marie ordered me to “Back that ass up.”



I began to slowly ride the beast, and from its shifting I knew it was sliding in an out of both of our well greased holes. I started to enjoy when my ass loosened, and pumped harder. Marie was grunting uncontrollably and bucking into me.



I heard screaming, and realized it was me. I was in utter bliss. “Fuck my hairy bitch ass,”. I yelled. “Go deep!” Suddenly Marie let out a sound that sounded like someone was strangling a cat, and my cock started to spurt without me touching it. Despite my earlier load, and the workout the night before, it squirted all over my belly, and Marie’s legs. I pulled off the dildo, and removed it from Mares ass with a bit of difficulty, as she apparently clamped down and blissed out. At least she had put down the hitachi.



I lay my head on her sweaty tummy, and said, “My God! That was the hottest thing I’ve ever done!” Marie chuckled lightly, and wearily replied “We’re done for now, but not for good. We’ve got a way to go yet.” As I pondered what she meant, she spoke again.



“Fuck my hairy bitch ass? I wanted to torture the neighbors, not traumatize them!”

This is the second chapter of a story about my editor, LSEiland, (who I refer to as L). I am grateful for her editing skills and the many suggestions she gives that enhances the story. While I suggest you read chapter 1 first to familiarize yourself with the characters, you may rather read chapter 2 first and I hope it stimulates you to read the first chapter and the other stories referred to in the text. L edited this story .



Finished-and not a moment too early



I had written, edited, and corrected my latest story for Literotica named “I call her L.” I had to get it published within seven days or else I was due for an unpleasant encounter with the local dom, Ms. Rachel. If I met my deadline, I would be feasting on her delectable pussy. The stakes were high. I did not want to fail. It took me three days to complete the story, but it was perfect. Now, time to submit.



Usually, the Literotica webmaster usually requires three days to review, and the story is typically released on the fourth morning. Mh penalty, if not done on time, was to return to Ms. Rachel’s brownstone house, for my punishment. My editor, LSEiland, has been creating some rehabilitative encounters behind the scenes from afar, after I developed a severe case of writer’s block.



I sent an e-mail to L. I attached my most recent story, even though there wouldn’t be time for her to edit it, the time constraint looming ever closer.



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Dear L,



I have attached my new story for Literotica. Sorry, no time for you to edit it. I hope you like it and thanks for your “encouragement.”



Addicted



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Then, the anxiety began. I must have checked the Literotica site five times a day, hoping they might approve it earlier than expected. I even wrote the webmaster describing my predicament and the need for expediency. As the time became closer to the Saturday deadline, I became more nervous. I recalled the photos of Ms. Rachel’s submissives on her wall, and I was not sure I wanted their same fate. I would much rather unzip her zipper and taste her sex. While I had always had fantasized about being a sub, the possibility was more imminent and I was not sure I could tolerate her painful abuse.



Saturday morning came, the day of the evening appointment with Ms. Rachel. I reviewed the list of the newly published stories that morning. My story was not there. Now I was panicked. I went to my account and looked up the submission.


REJECTED

For Halloween this year my husband talked me into buying some costumes for role playing. He had two ideas in mind: a nurse’s uniform, and a French maid uniform. This story is about what happened when I wore the nurse’s uniform…



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Reaching down, I pulled the sheer white stockings up my calves and onto my thighs. The tops of the stockings were trimmed in lace with a red bow. My nurse’s uniform is white with a deep cut vee neck that shows off my ample D-cup breasts. It has red piping and a ruffled skirt bottom that barely covers the bottom of my ass. If I make even the slightest move, the white satin panties that I wear with it are visible. To complete the look, I put on the nurse’s hat and two inch white platform shoes.



Looking around the room I made sure that things were ready for my next patient. I had already laid out a latex glove, a thermometer, and some lubricant. Longingly, I looked at the riding crop before deciding to put it away for another time. Finally, I took out my favorite strap-on. The harness is supple red leather, and it fits me perfectly. When I’m in the groove, I can rock a man’s ass for hours with it. The dildo I selected was my favorite as well. It’s a nice 7-inch silicon dildo with a vibrator and a flared base.



With a final glance in the mirror, I checked my makeup. Everything was in place. Straightening myself, I briskly walked out to the waiting area.



“Mr. Wilson?” I called.



Looking up from his magazine, Mr. Wilson stood up and walked towards me.



“This way sir.”



Walking quickly, I led Mr. Wilson to the rear-most examination room. As we went, I could feel appreciative eyes frankly staring at my satin encased ass. After he walked in to the room, I closed the door. I began the routine examination process, taking his pulse, blood pressure, and weight.



“You’ve been a bad boy Mr. Wilson. You’ve put on seven pounds since your visit last year,” I observed. Actually I was lying. His weight was really a pound less than his last examination but I wanted to put him on the defensive. “Can you explain this weight gain?”



“I guess I’m not watching what I eat,” he mumbled.



“I seriously doubt that Mr. Wilson. I think you’re watching it and then eating it anyhow. Please take off your clothes Mr. Wilson,” I commanded sharply.



“Uh,” he began. “Is there a robe for me to put on?”



“We don’t believe in robes here. It increases laundry costs, and it delays examination,” I explained. “Now, please remove your clothes.”



Uneasily, he started removing his clothes, folding them and setting them on the chair. In short order he was standing naked before me. He was a handsome man, in his late forties, with graying hair that gave him a very distinguished look. His eyes were large, and made him appear pleasant and thoughtful. His build was pretty nice, with a fairly flat stomach and a cute ass. His cock was circumcised, and a perfect length.



“Sir, please bend over the examination table. We need to take your temperature.”



“Is that normal? Don’t you have the thermometers you put in the ear?”



“The Doctor feels that those are not as accurate a reading. Please sir, just bend over the examination table.”



Complying, he leaned over the table. Snapping on the latex glove, I reached for the bottle of lubricant.



“Sir, I’ll need you to spread your cheeks please.”



Blushing, he reached back and held his perfect buns apart, exposing his hot tight ass to me.



“That’s perfect.” Leaning forward, I started smearing the lubricant over his ass, and then I gently started working one finger in and out of him. Applying more lubricant I added a second finger. When the second finger slipped into him, he let out an audible groan.



“Is this uncomfortable sir?” I smirked, already knowing the answer.



“Uh, no, it actually feels kind of good.”



Looking down, I could see is manhood starting to swell. Moving my fingers in, I started to directly massage his prostate. All pretenses were gone. He was a writhing, pleasured mass. His groans were coming continuously. Reaching down with my free hand, I took some lubricant and started smearing it on his cock. It immediately swelled.



“It looks like you’re finding this uncomfortable Mr. Wilson, should I stop?” As I asked the question, I increased my grip on his cock, slowly working the lubricant along its thick, long shaft.



“No.”



“I’m sorry sir; did you want me to stop?”



“No.”



“I’m a little confused sir. Do you want me to keep fucking your ass with my fingers? I’ll need clear directions.”



“No, please, don’t stop fucking my ass with your fingers.”



“What about your cock sir. Should I stop stroking your cock?”



“No, please don’t stop. Please.”



“Sir, I’ve explained this before. I’ll need clear directions from you. Do you want me to keep fucking your ass with my fingers and stroking your cock?” By now, I knew he was too far gone. This encounter was going to end with him coming on my strap-on, begging me to pound him even harder.



“Please nurse; please fuck my ass with your fingers and keep stroking my cock,” he sighed.



For the next several minutes, I did just as he asked. Working my fingers in, and then rubbing the tips across his prostate gland. When I vigorously massaged his ass, his cock would soften. I would stop moving in and out of his ass and resume stroking his cock. After several minutes, he was a panting and moaning mess.



“Would you like me to continue the treatment Mr. Wilson?”



“Yes nurse, I would like you to continue the treatment,” he moaned.



“Would you like me to fuck you in the ass Mr. Wilson?”



“Yes nurse, please fuck me in the ass.”



Reaching into the cabinet, I pulled out the strap-on and set it on the examination table by his head.



“Would you like me to fuck you in the ass with my strap-on Mr. Wilson?”



Opening his eyes, he stared hungrily at it.



“Yes Nurse, I’d like you to fuck me in the ass with your strap-on.”



Slowly I pulled the harness up to my waist and started buckling it.



Reaching for his face, I brought his lips to the tip of the dildo. “I think it needs some lubricant. Please suck on it.”



Raptly, he took the dildo into his mouth and started sucking. I love this part. I love the power and control of knowing that I can get any man to do what I want. It’s the ultimate excitement for me.



“That’s enough Mr. Wilson. Now, lie on your back and spread your legs please.”



Moving up to the examination table, I brought the tip of the dildo up to his ass. Slowly, I worked the head in. As I did, his ass stretched to accommodate the bulbous tip until it slid in. Pausing, I gave him time to adjust to the intruder. Then, I started fucking him. It was amazing to watch how his ass stretched and dilated as the full length of the dildo was pushed home into him. As I fucked him, he began raking his hands over his chest, and then he started pinching and twisting his nipples.



It was exciting to see him fully immersed in the pleasure of being fucked in the ass. Reaching down, I took his cock in my hand again and started stroking it. Slowly it swelled until it reached full girth. By now his breathing was becoming labored and erratic, coming in small gasps and grunts.



“Are you feeling any discomfort Mr. Wilson?” Yeah right. If he had any discomfort it was because his balls were about to burst.



“No nurse, it feels good.”



“What is it that feels good Mr. Wilson?” That’s it, the next time Mr. Wilson has an appointment I’m going to use the riding crop.



“It feels good when you fuck my ass nurse.”



“That’s because you’re an ass-slut, who likes being fucked in the ass. Admit it! Tell me what you are!”



“I’m an ass-slut and I love being fucked in the ass by you nurse. Please nurse, please fuck me. Fuck me harder!”



Keeping my pace the same, I started pounding his ass, pushing the strap-on all the way into him. As I did this, the base of the dildo started rubbing against my clit. The sensations were starting to get to me. I was holding his throbbing erect cock in one hand stroking it, while pounding his ass with the strap-on, which in-turn was hitting me just right. I wanted to let go and hammer his ass mercilessly until I came, but I had another plan for today.



Releasing his cock, I stood up.



“Get off the table,” I commanded. “It’s time to change positions.”



Lying down on the table, I directed him to straddle me.



“Climb up on top of me. I want to watch you fuck yourself in the ass. I want to see how much you enjoy it. Show me how you like having your ass fucked.”



Straddling me, he leaned forward and greedily reached around behind himself and brought the tip to his ass. Then sinking down on it, he impaled himself on the dildo’s full length. He alternated between stroking the cock in and out of himself quickly, and grinding his ass against me, hungrily trying to get every last bit of the dildo inside him.



“Oh, yeah”, he groaned. “That feels so good.”



Reaching over to the table, I grabbed the bottle of lubricant and started generously pouring it on his cock.



“I want you to make yourself cum. Take your cock in your hand and make yourself cum. Do it now.”



Reaching down, he took his cock in one hand. With his other hand, he continued to twist and pinch his nipples. Slapping his hand away, I started roughly pulling on them. Each twist and pinch brought out a guttural moan of pleasure.



As he rode me, I started thrusting into him as well. He was totally lost in his pleasure. Without prompting, he started crying out.



“Fuck me Nurse. Fuck my ass. Fuck me. Make me cum!”



A thin sheen of sweat formed on his chest, and his cock was rock hard, glistening with the coating of lubricant.



“I’m starting to cum Nurse. Fuck me harder.”



Mustering my strength, I gave one final effort, pounding the dildo furiously in and out of his hot ass. Finally, he gave a loud groan, and he leaned forward milking his cock, his cum spurting on to my dress, soiling its pristine whiteness. As he came down from his orgasm, he continued to gently ride the dildo, pushing himself down onto it and slowly lifting away, still absorbed in his own pleasure.



“Mr. Wilson, you’ve soiled my dress. Please clean it up.”



Reaching toward the sink, he attempted to get a paper towel.



“No Mr. Wilson, that’s the kind of stain that only comes out from licking. Lick your cum off me Mr. Wilson.”



Hesitantly, he bent over me and started cleaning his cum from my dress with his tongue. The look of humiliation on his face was priceless. In no time, the last of the pearl colored puddles had been removed.



“I think that’s enough Mr. Wilson, there’s only one more thing to complete.”



Reaching down, I unbuckled the harness and stepped out of the strap-on. Pushing him to his knees, I brought his face to my hot steamy cunt.



“Now, eat me. Lick my cunt you slut!”



He dove in hungrily, his lips fastening on my clit, while his tongue drew coarse circles over it. My excitement rose as I watched this exquisitely groomed man on his knees greedily lapping away at my cunt. In seconds I was coming.



“That’s it. Yes. There! Suck my clit you slut! oh, Oh, OH, OOHH!!!” I could feel my muscles clenching as I came, riding his face hard. When I came, he slowed down, barely maintaining contact with me, and then he furiously resumed licking me, raking my clit through his teeth, and grinding his tongue against me. I lost track of how many times I came on the end of his talented tongue.



Standing up, I started straightening my uniform and fixing my hair. Once I looked presentable again, I motioned Mr. Wilson over to the sink. Bringing his hand up to the soap dispenser, I filled it with the thick creamy lotion.



“Please wash your cock off Mr. Wilson. It’s important you do a thorough job.”



Slowly, he jacked the length of his manhood in and out of his soap filled hand. Again, his cock started to swell and his eyes closed. Stopping him, I helped him rinse the soap off his cock and finish washing his hand.



As I stood by the door, I gave one last glance back at him.



“Mr. Wilson, I’m afraid the Doctor isn’t in today. You’ll have to come back for another appointment next week.”



A small grin formed on his face. “Yes Nurse. I’ll come back for an appointment next week.”



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It was finally here. The day I have been counting down to for over 2 months. It was my 28th birthday, and I couldn’t wait. My wife had asked me what I wanted, and since we were a little tight on budget, I told her only one thing, to fuck me up the ass.



It had been 2 years since we were married, and things started to slow down sexually for us. Soon we both were searching online for tips and tricks to bring back the zest and spice back into the bedroom. I took the simple route and found news ways to perform oral sex on her, using feathers to glide up and down her body to excite her, she took a different route.



One day as she started to go down on me, she pulled my waist further off the seat, cause me to slouch with my ass hanging off the chair. A little startled at first, as I had my head tilted back enjoying the sensations, but when I met her gaze I calmed down. Looking down at her, with my cock between her lips, she smiled and winked at me as one of her hands slid up and down my leg.



Relaxing again, I tilted my head back and continued to enjoy. Slowly her hands circled underneath my thigh, teasing me, tickling me, inching closer and closer to my bum. Before I knew it, I felt the most amazing pleasure I ever felt. She had put pressure on my ass, then slipped her finger in, and was tickling inside me. My cock throbbed so hard, I knew any second I was about to cum. Then she added another finger in, and that was all I could take. I exploded in her mouth. My whole body convulsed as I moaned in pure pleasure.



As I finished unloading, she leaned back, with a little cum, dripping out of her lips, tilted her head, and batted her eyes at me acting all innocent. I couldn’t resist, I pulled her right in, and kissed her hard. I licked all the cum up off her I could, as our tongues danced together. My hands had a mind of their own, and they just moved all around her body, her back, her tits, her ass, all over. I was so excited I remained hard!



I pulled her up, and bent her over, and thrust into her. She was dripping wet; I guess it excited her to get me going. I pounded her hard, thrusting deep inside her, causing her to scream in ecstasy. I didn’t last to long and soon had to pull out and pump all over her back. I collapsed over her, rubbing the cum between us.



Since then, any time she was in the mood, all she had to do was touch my butt and I was hard. All of our sessions involved her sticking her fingers up there to get me harder than steel. As we progressed she started to introduce her dildos. We would be in the 69 position, and she would grab her rabbit dildo and slowly ease it in when I was ready. Almost every time she slid it in, another 2 pumps and I would shoot.



I loved having my ass played with. Having a prostate ejaculation is one of the most satisfying things I have ever experienced in my life. I knew that when my birthday rolled around, I wanted to see her sporting her own cock.



It was a Friday night, perfect for the nights events. I came home from work shaking. I was so excited. Once in the house, my wife shouted at me to strip down and get on the couch. I think I was naked before she finished talking.



Sitting there waiting, already sporting a chubby, I heard her coming. I could hear her high heeled shoes clacking with every step she made down the hallway. Until in the doorway she stood. I was blown away. My jaw was dropped, and my cock was at attention. Her black hair was in pigtails, shouting the innocent school girl. Her breasts were open and held up by black lace up corset. Following the garters down to fishnet stockings with stiletto heels. And right there in the middle was a big beautiful pink dildo. It had to be 9 inches long.



She stood there, allowing me to admire. My hand was uncontrollable rising up and down my cock, which was already leaking pre cum. My whole body was vibrating. I was soooooooo excited. She slid her hands over her body and allowed them to flow to her cock, which she began to stroke. Slowly she showed me how to really work a cock.



Slowly she walked over, her cock bouncing in front of her, and stopped at the tip of my knees. She turned around and sat on my lap, jiggling her ass all over my cock. I slid up and down her crevass, and reached around to squeeze her tits and cock. She felt amazing. Everything about her was causing me to leak all over.



She slid up and turned to face me, she grabbed my head and brought me to her cock. Instinct took over and I opened my mouth wide. I bobbed up and down that sexy pink monster, and she thrust into me. She asked me if I loved her thick pink cock as she moaned in excitement. Indeed I did love that thing, but more importantly her.



After it was sufficiently wet, she pulled back. She ordered me to stand up, turn around and bend over. I assumed the position, placed my hands on the top of the couch and bent over. I heard the click of the lube bottle close, and cold fingers running up and down my ass. She bent over me and I turned my head to kiss her. Her tits were sliding along my back as we kissed, with her cock resting on top of my ass. She picked her self back up and rubbed her cock all around my ass.



Applying pressure and her cock popped in. I groaned with pleasure. She slowly slid in until her waist hit my ass. My cock throbbed with every inch that went in. She grabbed my hips and started to slowly thrust in and out. Slowly penetrating was driving me crazy! My cock was almost spewing pre cum, I was like a faucet. As she thrust all the way in, she reached around an picked up some of that pre cum, and fed it to me. I lapped her fingers up, like there was no tomorrow.



As she pulled back out, I begged her to fuck me hard. To pound my ass into tomorrow. She held on for one last slow thrust, and then fucked me like crazy! I was screaming with ecstasy. Every thrust the head of her cock would hit my prostate, causing my eyes to roll. This is what heaven feels like!



Every now and then I would try to stroke my cock, but as I did, I felt myself about to explode, so I would have to pull right back. After a while of fucking like this, she pulled out to take a breath and tell me to get on my back. She wanted to fuck me missionary, she wanted to see me cum.



Without missing a heartbeat, I was on my back, my legs up. She slid back in with ease as I rested my legs on her shoulders. She started slow again, but I was having none of that. I screamed at her to fuck me as hard as she could, give me all you got.



She pounded away, and I was slipping out of conciseness with the pleasure. She saw my cock bouncing off my belly, with the pre cum dripping and as she pounded away grabbed it and stroked me to match her fucking.



I exploded. I came so hard my first jet of cum went over my head across the room, as well as the 2nd and 3rd, until it started to slow down and come all over my chest. She slowed down and eventually stopped as my cock stopped spewing its love. She let go and wiped up my chest to pick up all the loose cum, and with her cock still buried in my ass, leaned forward and fed me my cum. As I sucked her fingers clean she began to kiss me to share in our treat, until there was nothing left and we were just hungry for each others lips.



“Happy Birthday Brian”



“I love you Kim.”

An adventure with pegging and peeing, set in the great outdoors of the Olympic National Rainforest.



Since people seemed to enjoy hearing about how I lost my anal cherry to my wife’s strap on, I thought you might like hearing about another experience we shared and how that wonderful toy of hers found it’s way up my butt again.



We’ve always tried to go camping at least once a summer, two or three times if we’re lucky, usually going for several days at a time if we can make it happen. But lately life has just kept us from getting away from it all like we would like to be able to.



When one summer past by and we barely even got out of town, and the following summer was almost over and we still hadn’t made it to the mountains, we knew we had to leave that weekend and just go, or else we would just never go if we kept waiting for the “right time.” So we loaded up the Cherokee, and headed out, vowing to make up for lost time.



While packing, I suggested we bring along some toys and have us some fun out in the great outdoors. She just smiled and suggested a small vibrator or one of our dildos would be fine. As I was doing the final check, I failed to noticed my wife had packed her special “goodie bag”, had I seen that, I probably would have had an idea of what she was planning.



A couple hours of driving and we were at one of our favorite spots. It’s near a small lake that only allows fly fishing so it’s appeal to sportsmen is limited, and this late in the season, we practically had it to our selves. We parked at the trail head, loaded our packs and hiked the short distance to the lake. Once there, she started setting up the tent site and I went looking for some wood to build a fire.



Within an hour or so, our little site was good to go, and we had a nice lunch by the lakeside. Still having a few hours of daylight left, we went for a walk and just enjoyed each other’s company as we talked and walked through the woods, and around the small streams that fed the lake. It felt so good to be out of the city and be surrounded by so much nature.



No traffic noises, no BlackBerrys going off, just silence, and the feel of each other’s hands in ours as we just relaxed and left the world behind us.



When we got back to camp, I started a fire and we had a lite dinner, accompanied by a nice bottle of wine she had packed. We normally don’t bring stuff like that when we go camping, it’s extra weight and we have to pack the bottles out, the glass could break, etc. It’s just not our usual thing.



“I didn’t notice you packed you that, not that I’m complaining mind you, it just surprised me when you pulled it out.”



“Oh, I packed a few ‘surprises’ with me this trip,” she replied with a wicked grin.



My heart raced a little at that thought. My wife, a little liquored-up, talking about ‘surprises’? This weekend was sounding a lot more interesting than just a simple ‘get away’. That sounded good to me!



As the evening turned to night, we polished off the bottle, I made sure she had the lion’s share of it, and I had the fire blazing nice and warm. She got up, a little unsteady due to the combination of the wine and the effects of the warm fire. I noticed her looking around off into the darkened woods around us and that familiar wicked grin of hers returned.



“Do you think they can see us?” She was referring to the only other campers at the lake. There was only one other vehicle parked at the trail head and they had a F&W placard hanging from the mirror, identifying them as fishermen. I couldn’t see any evidence of their campsite, but they were most likely on the far north side of the lake where the fishing is known to be much better. Plus, if they were serious fly fishers, they would most likely have turned in much earlier so they could get up before dawn and be in position when the first rays of sun hit, and the fish were more likely to bite.



I hedged my bets and replied, “Doubt it, they should be all the way in the other end and be fast asleep by now.” I couldn’t be sure, but I had a good idea why she was asking and wanted to see what her end game was.



“Good,” she said with a grin, and ducked into the tent, re-emerging again a moment later with a blanket bundled under her arm and a pillow. She quickly spread the blanket out and dropped the pillow. “Now, what do you say we get this party started? Get over here and get those clothes off!”



My little minx, I had hoped for something like this. Although, outside, by the fire, was a nice surprise. I quickly stood up and joined her. Soon we were both naked and laying together on the blanket next to the fire, kissing and touching each other.



We lay there by the fire, lazily stroking each other’s bodies. I loved the way her curves looked in the fire light. Her large breasts with wide nipples, hard in the night air. Rose and fell as I ran my hand over her soft skin, caressing her belly and chest. Our hands were between each other’s legs as we leaned together and kissed deeply.



Mouths pressed together, our tongues danced against each other, occasionally pulling away and nibbling at the other’s lips.



My hand was between her legs and I was pleasantly surprised to feel her mound freshly shaved, and absolutely smooth. She always kept herself shaved for me, but a small bit of fuzz at times was not uncommon. This time however, she had cleaned off every hair between her legs recently. Which meant she was definitely looking forward to feeling my tongue on those pink lips of hers. And not the lips I was currently sucking on. Who was I to deny her?



I ease my self up, so she is laying on her back with me supporting myself over her, and begin my oral voyage south. Kissing her chin, then her neck, trailing my mouth over her collar bone and down her chest, between her huge, heaving breasts. Wrapping my lips around one, then the other. Tenderly kissing the sensitive underside of both of those lovely tits.



As my mouth roams over her belly, my tongue explores her belly button momentarily. As it dips in, I hear a short gasp and feel her jolt just a little. It’s comforting to know that even after our years together, I can still get that reaction. Further down I go, trailing to the sides of her pelvis and kissing on the soft skin where her thighs meet her belly. She parts her legs even wider and reaches down to my head directing me to her honey hole.



“Enough teasing, please, for the love of god, just get to my pussy!!” She begged. I felt her hands on the top of my head and she pushed me lower. I love hearing her voice husky with lust like that, and let her guide me to the prize.



I paused for a moment to inhale her smell. Her pussy always smells so good, and after a day of walking though the woods and all our teasing throughout the after noon, she was smelling extra good. I pushed her legs up a bit as I opened them, allowing me to smell her entire crotch, from her perfect little back door up to the top of her smooth pink mound. The combination of her natural scent, sweat and arousal drove me mad with lust. Opening my mouth wide, I extended my tongue and prepared to taste my prize.



Putting my lips to hers, I slide my quivering tongue up inside and deeply kiss her sweet snatch like I was kissing her beautiful face. Lips to lips, my tongue swirling inside her, I tasted every thing she had to offer, pulling my lips lower, I traced the perfect circle of her tight, puckered, sweet, little tight butt hole. I love rimming my wife, no matter what, whenever she allows my mouth on that back door, I know I am in for a treat, and that night by the warmth of the fire was no exception. She has such a natural deep valley, that her personal wetness tends to run right between her ample ass cheeks. Soaking her lovely crotch and lending it a natural muskiness I crave. Unless she has stepped right from the shower, I can always expect a healthy taste of her sweat when I bury my face and mouth between her lovely ass cheeks. My lips press against her back door as my tongue circles the tight opening, gently massaging and probing. She apparently has other plans, “Oh, down boy, plenty of time for that later, I want to feel that mouth on my pussy…..make me cum. Make me cum on your face….”



She adjusts her hips and again grabbing my head, moves me up a few inches until I and looking right at her little rosebud. “Kiss it,” she whispers, “lick me here…” I am only happy to oblige. Again holding my tongue out, I flatten it at the base of her opening, and slowly drag upwards, pulling her own juices from where they are seeping out of her wet pussy, and up across her hardening littlest digit. A few broad licks from browneye to rosebud, and I am ready to give her what she wants. Sliding my tongue inside her, curling it around, tasting her every crevice, I greedily lapped and that cunt for all it was worth, pulling my mouth from her lips and placing them at her exposed clit where I wrapped my lips around it and proceeded to suck at it like it was a miniature cock. I felt her breath quicken and I knew I was on the right path.



Keeping my lips on her clit, it slid one, then two fingers past her glistening lips and curved them upwards in search of her hidden gem, and judging by the way she reflexively tightened her thighs, she knew just where I was going. Working in small circles, I rubbed her G-spot, slowly and very gently at first, but applying more pressure and speed as she approached orgasm. My mouth was still working her clit. Taking between my teeth and flicking tongue over it again and again. Releasing it only to pull it back into my mouth.



Between my fingers working in and out, massaging her G-spot, and my mouth sucking her little cock of a clit I knew she would be cumming soon. Her thighs were rhythmically clamping around my head in time with her breathing, her hand was on the back of my head pushing my face tightly against her crotch. So tight in fact, it made it difficult to breath, I had to take in quick gasps of air and rely mostly on breathing through my nose for oxygen. Not that I minded, dieing with my face stuffed between her luscious thighs and a mouth full of her perfect snatch would not be a bad way to go.



Then it hit, with a hard grunt and a couple of squeals, her back arched and her thighs went tight around my head. I love it when my wife orgasms while I’m eating her. She kept my face held against her sex while her hips continued to rise and fall, humping her cumming pussy against my face. She shivered slightly, not from the temperature, but from the last after-shocks from her orgasm ran through her.



She released my head from the perfect prison of her legs and I climbed up, making my way up her beautiful body, kissing her soft skin until I got to her face and could kiss her soft, full lips.



Her hand reached down and stroked my cock. It was solid with anticipation. Smiling at me, she rolled me over onto my back and climbed on top. Her large breasts hung low as she leaned forward to reach between our bodies and grasp that pole she loved so much. Keeping her body raised, she rubbed the swollen head of my cock up and down the length of her slippery, wet pussy. Smearing her juices over her tight opening, and coating the tip of my thick fuck stick with her own, perfect lube.



“Is this what you want?” My wife teased. “You want to feel my wet pussy on your dick? You want my tight, little fuck hole to squeeze your prick as I slide up and down on you? Is it?”



“Oh yes,” I begged, “please sit down it. Let me feel you squeeze me tight.” I tried to lift my hips in and effort to enter her honey box.



“Oh no,” she said, quickly raising to prevent my entering her, “no, not until I say so. Beg for it. Let me know how bad you want it.”



“Oh please…please let me feel that wonderful pussy as it slides over me. Those perfect pink lips I just kissed. That wonderful little snatch. The one I just licked, and kissed, and sucked and made oh so happy. Please honey. Fuck me. Let me cum. Let me fill you with my cock. Let me see that beautiful body of yours rise and fall and you ride and grind on my hardness. Let me cum as hard as I just made you.”



“You always say the nicest things,” she smiled at me as she granted my pleas and began to lower herself onto me. Her massive tits swayed as she rocked up and down, her chest glistened in the light of the fire, a thin sheen of sweat, making her heaving chest almost sparkle as she slid all the way down completely engulfing my cock in her sex.



She slid forward and back, her hips grinding in circles as she stirred her honey pot with my stiff prick, she arched her back and lifted her arms up, running her hands through her hair as her hips continued to gyrate as she rode me. I could feel her wetness dripping to my balls as she ground her clit against my pelvis, adding to her stimulation.



“You like what you see?” she asked as I stared at her naked body writhing on top of me. I couldn’t answer, my own body awash with the pleasurable sensations. The warm grip of her inner walls holding me tight, the wetness between us as she slowly rocked, her soft, ample butt cheeks pressing against my thighs. She would tighten her muscles and release them over and over. All the time smiling down on me. She looked so amazing, a perfect image of beauty and wanton sexuality, rising and falling on my prick, her body shimmering in the light of the fire.



My hands reached up and explored her beautiful body. Running over her huge, swinging tits, her plump belly, her deliciously thick thighs, her hips pumping faster as she rode me. Her skin was slick with sweat, I began to get more aggressive and fuck back into her, reaching a hand around to spank her ass as she fucked me.



“Ooooo, that’s the spirit, lover,” she moaned as she leaned forward, placing her large nipples within reach of my greedy mouth. I latched on to her sweet orb and, taking a pink nub in my lips, began sucking and flicking at her sensitive nipples. Sucking on one, then the other as she rode me harder and faster. Our bodies loudly slapping together as she pistoned up and down with her wet snatch.



Leaning forward to kiss my neck, she whispered in my ear, “Fuck me hard, grab my ass and fuck me hard!”



I was happy to oblige. Grabbing a handful of her wonderful ass in each hand, I dug my fingers into her soft flash and pulled her open as I thrust wildly up in to her. My balls slapping up against her pink pucker of an asshole as I rose up. My hands held her open to the night air and a cool breeze past, gently blowing over her exposed anus.



“I feel so exposed…..” She panted I pushed up inside her hot box, “….it’s so wonderful…”



I felt a tingle begin in my balls and I knew I was approaching my orgasm. I quickened my pace, my ass colliding with the hard ground beneath the soft blanket as I withdrew each time.



“I’m going to cum, gonna fill you up…” I grunted



“Yeah?” She panted in reply, “Cum. Cum for me lover, fill my pussy with your cream, let me feel that big prick of yours explode inside me!”



“Here it comes baby!” I shouted into the darkness as I began to shoot.



At the first twitch of my cock, she sat upright, grinding down on me, my prick swelled as I began to empty my heavy balls into her. Pulse after ecstatic pulse ran through through my member as I filled my wife’s sweet twat with my warm, sticky load. She moaned as I orgasmed, grinding, twisting and rocking those powerful hips against me.



I reached up and grabbed her tits in my hands and squeezed as the last twinges of pleasure coursed through my body and up my cock. I pushed up against her, trying to get as much of myself inside her as possible.



“Oooooohhhh lover,” she said softly as I finished depositing my load. Leaning forward again, she kissed me on the neck, her hair falling across my face. “That was fantastic.”



She layed on top of me as I softened, she always enjoys feeling me inside her as I grow softer until I get flaccid enough she can expel my limp dick, along with at least some of my semen, using her talented keigels. Often with enough force to make an audible sloppy noise. We stayed that way for a while, enjoying the wetness spreading between us.



Eventually she climbed off, we rolled on our sides and she layed behind me, spooning, her hand lazily running over my chest.



“You were amazing,” she said softly as she toyed with my nipple, “maybe it’s the being out in the open air, by the fire, maybe it’s the wine…but I am still horny. What do ya say to a little anal, huh? Maybe throw another chunk of wood of the fire to keep us warm as we have us some hot booty lovin’?” She chuckled a little at herself as she said that. At that point, I figured that WAS the wine. She gets a little silly after a couple of glasses.



Still, anytime she offers anal, I know better to say no. Usually I’m the one asking, but when she is offering, I know she’s feeling especially randy.



“Oh, baby, that is music to my ears.” I hold her hand in mine and give it a little kiss, “Give me just a moment to recharge my batteries, and I would love to sink into that sweet ass of yours.”



I was surprised to hear her response to me was a giggle.



“Um, actually honey, I think you misunderstood me.” She replied, licking my ear as she whispered, “I wasn’t talking about MY ass being the one that got fucked.” With that she slid her hand down between us to my ass. Her finger running down my crack, until the tip of that finger rested against my back door, and gently tapped it. “At least, not at first. I tell you what, if you can hold off, and not cum until I get off by fucking you, then I’ll let you fuck me up the ass. But if you cum before I get mine, then no ass for you. Deal?”



I give her my answer by rolling over and kissing her full on the mouth. “Give me a second to go grab the vibrator.” I say and start to pull away.



“Oh no,” she says with a smile, “Not that little toy, I told you I packed some surprises.” With that, she reaches over to the small bag she brought out with the pillow bundle and blanket, “I packed MY toys,” and with great flourish, she pulls out her harness and the clone of my own, thick cock.



Seeing her hold up her harness, filled me with an unusual mix of excitement and fear. As much I love and crave my ass to be played with, it’s usually her fingers, tongue and thinner toys that we use frequently. Seeing that dildo in the harness brought back the memories of how it first felt when she deflowered my ass with it those many weeks ago. True, it ended up giving me of the most powerful orgasms I had ever experienced, it was that searing, burning pain I felt when that rubberized version of my own tool was forced up my ass and spread my little butthole open wider than anything I had ever experienced as well, that first came to mind.



It didn’t take long for the anticipation of the pleasure to win out over the fear of the pain. I knew it would hurt, but that pain would soon be replaced by the most exquisite pleasure ever.



“You are just full of surprises tonight babe!” I said with a grin. “How do you want me?”



“Well, throw some more wood on the fire while I get this harness on, then get down on your knees in front of me and spread those cheeks for me so I can see where I’m about to plant this dick!”



I scrambled over to the fire, loaded a couple more pieces of wood up, and returned to our blanket. My wife was buckling up her toy, so I grabbed on of our sleeping bags folded it up making a softer pad for us to kneel on. Then I crouched down as she asked. Knees spread wide, and I reached back to expose my self to her.



“Like this?” I asked, already knowing the answer. “Is this how you want me?”



“Oh yes, honey, just like that. The more I do this, the more I see why you love fucking me from behind. You’ve got such a nice ass,” I felt her hand roam over my upturned cheeks before her fingers trailed down my crack, “it’s kind of sexy seeing your cock and balls hanging down like this.” She cupped my flaccid equipment in the palm of her hand.

Taking the bottle of lube in her hand, she drizzled some across the sensitive little hole she was about to violate. She ran her finger up and around my crack, spreading the lube around my entrance and coating her finger generously with the thick liquid. I sighed with pleasure as she slowly and gently penetrated my sphincter with her slick digit.



I pushed back, taking more of her finger inside of me. She took my cue and began to slide her finger in and out with a slow rhythm, occasionally adding more lube to work it deeper inside. She pulled her finger out and crossed her middle over it, then, pushed against my lubed hole. The two fingers were like a corkscrew and she pushed them in, twisting as she forced them into me. My muscular anal ring was tight against the two intruders, but with a little more lube and a couple of deep breaths, she had them where she wanted them. Right up my ass.



I moaned and my cock was twitching in anticipation as she worked my ass over, twisting and pushing her two fingers in and out of my bung. She was making sure I was nice and relaxed; lubed and ready for what she was going to replace those fingers with.



She leaned over and whispered in my ear, “You ready?”



“Oh yes….yes I am. Just start nice and slow…” I replied between breaths.



She pulled her fingers out of ass gently, and, after squirting some more lube into her palm, she stroked her artificial cock, covering it with the slick fluid. With one hand one my hip, and the other at the base of her tool, she pressed the tip of her toy against my back door and began to push with her hips.



I involuntarily flinched and pulled away slightly. “Now, now…,” she scolded, “you get back here and take what you got coming.” She realigned her dildo, pressing against my tight entrance again, this time grabbing my hips with both hands. “Now come to mama!” And with that, pushed her way in.



There was a momentary resistance before the head popped in past my sphincter, and with that, she was in. I hate to admit I let out a short squeal that caused her to snicker a little.



“You sure you’re ready?” She asked.



“Yeah,” I grunted. Still trying to control my breathing and feeling fuller than I remember it feeling last time. “Just give me second…it’s okay….I’m ready, go slow…at least at first.”



She resumed her assault, holding me tight and pushing deeper into my bowels. My ass began to relax as the toy slid inside me. Slowly, the initial pain faded and I started to rock slightly back against her.



Her harness kept the base of the dildo pushed up against her pussy, positioned that way to give her the maximum thrill as she buggered me. She felt my pressure and knew I was getting used to her dick up my ass, so she started increasing her pace. Keeping her hands on my hips, she pulled backwards, the drag pulling the toy away from her shaven mound, as she pushed forward, the base returned to rub against her, giving her a pleasant little thrill. As she worked back and forth, sliding in and out of me, she was getting her little clit diddled like crazy. I could her breathing getting harder. She was getting turned on.



“Oh baby,” she panted, “I am really beginning to enjoy this. I think you should let me fuck your sweet ass more often. What do you think?”



I could only reply with a grunting sound myself, I was seeing stars as her cock worked my ass over. It wasn’t unpleasant, but it was so intense, I had little mind for anything else. All I could think about was her fucking me. I wanted her to ride me all night. I never wanted her to stop. Hell, I’d let her sodomize me every damn night if she wanted.



She reached her hand under me feeling for my cock. When she found it, she made a happy sound.



“Wow honey, I can tell you’re enjoying this, your dick is getting stiffer with each thrust!” She teased. Her hand was still slippery from the lube she used on her dildo and it slipped up and down my shaft nicely.



She was enjoying her role to the fullest. Taking long, slow strokes in and out, wiggling against the base of her toy. Soon, that wasn’t enough, and she began to take shorter, quicker motions, so the the base jabbed and tapped her moistening mound. She quick motions causing me more pleasure. Every time she pushed in, the head of her dick rubbed against my prostate, causing to it to swell, and causing more than a small amount of electric pleasure to shoot through my groin. I held still and let my wife control everything. I was hers to fuck as she wanted.



“Fuck me, darling.” I moaned, not caring what it sounded like, “fuck my ass good. Get that pussy nice and wet as you pound my ass.”



With her increased tempo on my ass, came the quickening of her hand on my hardening cock. Her slick hand had stroked me until I was fully erect. The combined effects of her lubed and talented fingers working my dick and the feeling of the dildo rubbing against my prostate, I was hard and looking to cum.



“You wanna cum, don’t you?” She said as she rode me like a bitch.



“Yes… yes…” I grunted through clenched teeth. Taking the pounding as best I could. I knew if she continued I would be emptying the my balls all over the blanket beneath me. I didn’t care.



“Remember our deal,” she panted, trying to talk and maintain her rythm and pace, “you cum, no ass for you…” Her voice betrayed her, I knew she was just as close as I was. The perversion of pegging her husband by campfire in the woods, was exciting her as much as me.



“I don’t care..” I cried out, “I gotta shoot! Keep jerking me, make me cum!” My voice echoed through the darkened woods.



“Yeah? Baby gonna cum for me?” She said, teasingly, “gonna shoot that hot, sticky, creamy load all over?”



“Uh-huh!” I grunted.



“Come for me,” she told me, punctuating each word with a deep, ass-slapping thrust. “Come. For. Me!” She beat against my ass harder and faster than ever before, thrilling at the constant tapping against her pussy.



“Yes! Yes! Here it is!!” With that cry, I straightened my torso up, her chin resting on my shoulder so she could see my spasming cock as it began to erupt. Her hand kept it’s frantic motion, up and down, my asshole clenched on her rubber phallus buried in my butt and a jet of white cream shot form my dick, shooting away from us. Her hand worked up and down milking my cock as I continued to orgasm in the night air. Spurt after spurt flew from my cock in multiple directions as her hand bobbed and flailed on my shaft spraying my cum not only over the blanket but off onto the dirt and rocks surrounding our dimming fire. Small sizzles could be heard over my grunts and cries as my seamen landed on the hot stones.



The sight and sound of my orgasm triggered one in my wife as well. As I shuddered with my release I could feel her body trembling too. Her hips bucked a little as she rode her own orgasmic waves of pleasure.



We practically fell forward together as our mutual orgasms subsided. As we layed in a pile on the now sticky blanket. She slowly rolled off of me, sadly disengaging her wonderful toy from my still twitching butt.



“Well,” she she said in an exhale, “looks like my asshole isn’t getting fucked tonight, huh?”



“Shit, I’m sorry honey, but if you hadn’t given me that reach around, I probably could have made it.” I replied, still slightly out of breath.



“Why do think I was jerking you off like that?” she giggled. “My ass is still a little tender from the other night. You rode me pretty damn good.” She had a point, a couple nights ago, I was in a particularly deviant mood and did in fact give her sweet little ass pretty good reaming. Although, that was two nights ago and she rarely ever mentions still being tender more than a day after. At any rate, I was spent and looking forward to some shut eye.



She pulled the blankets and pillows into the tent while I doused the fire, then I crawled into the tent after her to curl up in each others arms and fall into a nice content sleep that only comes after a thoroughly satisfying bout of sex.



In the morning, we started a small fire to heat our coffee and breakfast. After a couple of eggs and bacon, we leaned back and watched the cranes, sipping our coffee and holding hands, our feet propped up by the last of the morning’s embers.



“So, what do want to do this fine morning?” She asked with a stretch. I responded by slipping my hand out of hers, and sliding it into her lap, my wiggling fingers seeking their prize as they roamed as far down between her legs as they could before she playfully swatted them away. “Well I know you want to do that!” She said with a giggle. “What I should have said was, do you want to go for a little hike up and around the ridge, or you want to see if there are any Deptartment Boats down by the dock and go out on the lake?”



“Oh,” I said, with the morning stretch of a man reluctant to leave his comfy chair, “I guess a nice walk would do me good, I’ll throw a couple things together and we’ll head on out.” As she went about dousing the fire and securing the camp site, I loaded up the small day pack with some essentials. A few minutes later we were ready to get walking.



There’s a fairly mild trail we were heading for, it takes a pretty circuitous route up to top of the ridge and has some amazing views. The best are from the very top, but even the lower ones along the way can be beautiful.



As we hiked, we held hands and talked, stopping occasionally to take some pictures. All the while, I was frequently passing her the water bottle, reminding her of the importance of staying hydrated. After a while, she started to decline the water, and I knew my perverted little plan was working.



Near the top of the trail there was a great vista point. It was along a steep side of the ridge, allowing a line of sight over the tops of the trees below, and had an unobstructed view of the lake below, and on a clear day like this one, the view of the Cascades was unmatched. At this particular spot, there was a couple of logs that had been pulled into place to serve as benches, as well as a large, seemingly naturally occurring rock forming a place to perch on, and the path was cleared out to a little clearing, making a perfect resting spot or photo-op for hikers. Or in this case, a perfect spot to get a little wild in The Wild, so to speak.



“Hold on,” she said as we rounded the corner. “I need a break.”



“What, are ya winded? We can rest a bit if you need it.” I offered.



“Not that kind of break,” she explained, “I need a pit stop, that water’s doing a number on my bladder, I feel like I’m about to pee myself.” She had started to do a little dance to emphasize the point.



“Well, just go over there off the trail by those bushes at the back of that log.”



“Just keep an eye out, will you? I don’t really like the idea of being caught with my pants down, literally.”



“Honey, we haven’t seen anybody up here all weekend,” I reassured her, “it’ll be fine. Just do what you gotta do.”



“Well, okay,” she still had a little hesitation in her voice, and I was worried I was playing my hand a little too obvious.



She stepped around the side of the log bench, and, looking around, began to undo her belt and lower her shorts. After a couple attempts of positioning herself, she stood up.



“Come here and give me a hand, will ya? I can’t quite balance myself without feeling like I’m going to pee all over my shorts.”



“Just take them off,” I suggested. “Like I said, there’s no one else up here.”



“You little perv!” She said with a grin. “You’d like that wouldn’t you?” She paused and her her eyes shot wide open, “oh you little shit! That’s why you were practically pouring water down my throat as we were walking up here! You wanted to guarantee a little pee show didn’t you?!” She playfully threw a small rock at me, adding, “Sicko! You know all you had to was ask!”



“Well….,” I replied with mock innocence, “if you’re offering it….”



“Just get your ass over here and help me get these shorts over my shoes,” She laughed. “I’ll pee for ya, but I’m keeping my boots on!”



I gingerly helped her lift one leg slid her shorts and panties over her ankle and past her hiking shoes, and then did the same for her other leg.



“There,” I smiled, “one problem solved.” I stood up, placing her shorts over the rock next to our day pack and leaned in to kiss her. As our mouths pressed together, I ran my hand down over her belly and between her legs. My fingers gently explored her pink folds and I was pleasantly surprised to find her already quite moist. “Mmmmm…,” I moaned as I kissed along her cheek, “you’re already wet, you little minx.”



“Well, you’re not the only one who was hoping to get laid on this little walk, you know!” She told me with a smile, “Now step back, I gotta pee remember!” With that, she put her hand on my chest and guided me back a couple of steps.



She lowered herself down into a squat with her knees spread wide. Now that she was unencumbered by her shorts, she was able to support and position herself without my help, only needing to steady herself with a hand on the log bench. This allowed me to take a position based on getting the best view of this super hot, and so intimate, show she about about to provide.



She looked up at me and asked with a tease, “So, are you ready, you perv?”



“Oh, absolutely my dear.”



“Then ask for it.”



I always love it when she plays this little game, making me ask or even beg for something I know she wants just as bad as I do. So I play along, “Let me see you pee, baby, let me watch as that golden nectar flows from that pussy.”



“Yeah?” She asked, leading me on. I was momentarily at a loss for words. There she was, my wife, naked from the waist down, squating in front of me on a dirt trail up in the woods. One hand steadying herself, the other gently rubbing and spreading her pink lips for me. “Keep going….”



I began to rub my crotch in anticipation, my hand following the outline of the growing lump in my shorts. “Oh baby,” I whispered, “let it go, let that honey flow from your pussy, that sweet, pink, tight little pussy I love to lick and suck and taste. Let me watch as you relieve yourself here outside, let me watch you piss, please baby, please…”



“Yeah? You ready? Here you go babe…” with that she closed her eyes and I heard the most wonderful hissing sound as she released her control and began to spray the ground between her feet.



Her hot stream was under so much pressure, as she had been holding it in as long as she possibly could. It sprayed out in a hard stream, rapidly forming a growing puddle. She slid her hand down between her legs and using her fingers began directing the stream of her piss.



She splayed open her lips and lifted up slightly, causing her stream to arc up and away from her. At one point it was landing a good two feet from it’s perfect point of origin.



She looked up to see my stare transfixed on her glorious display. I fucking love watching my wife pee. The naughtiness, the taboo, the total kink of it all, it just gets me hard as fucking steel. As she looked straightforward, she was near eye level with my crotch, and she could plainly see the effect her show was having. I was gripping myself as I watched, squeezing my dick, the outline of my hard on was unmissable.



As her stream began to dwindle, she pushed a little and her stream would alternate between dribbles and a fast arcing spray. I was absolutely mesmerized by the sight. As her stream sprayed through the air, it would break up into countless little drops, each one catching the afternoon sunlight and shining like a little amber jewel as it hung mid-air and glinted in the sun before falling onto the leaves below.



As the last of her liquid gems fell to the earth, I came back from my reverie and looked her in the eyes. She saw the burning lust in my eyes, and I saw the same wanton look in hers. Her hand resumed its slow circling on her now very wet pussy.



“You’re going to want to fuck me now, aren’t you?” The way she said it wasn’t quite a question as a statement of fact.



I nodded.



“And you’re going to want to lick me clean before you do.” Again, not fully a question.



Again, I nodded.



She simply extended her hand to me, the one that she had been rubbing herself with. Except she held her hand palm facing me, with her fingers spread. I understood what she was telling me to do.



I stepped up to her and took those shiny, wet fingers into my mouth. As my tongue ran up and back down each of her fingers, I was rewarded with a beautiful mix of the thick, sweet taste of her pussy and the thin, tangy taste of her urine.



After her hand was sufficiently clean, I helped her up and guided her over to the rock. I pulled the small blanket, and another little item, out of the pack. The blanket was folded over and set on the rock as a little padding for her, the other item was slipped into my pocket.



She bent over the rock, placing her hands on the soft blanket for support, while I bent down behind her and placed my hands on the soft, round cheeks of her ass. She looked out and enjoyed the beautiful sight in front of her, the naturally green valley and clear blue lake nestled in the middle. I enjoyed my own beautiful view; the natural valley of her ass with the bright pink opening in the center. I’m not positive, but I’m pretty sure I was enjoying my view allot more.



I leaned in, inhaling her intoxicating scent. A mixture of sweat, arousal, and pee. The tip of my tongue touched the side of her thigh and she let out a soft moan. I licked up towards her sex, my tongue capturing the small trickles of her golden water that had began to run down her legs. Up towards the apex of her legs, then back down, capturing every last, golden drop before moving to the other side. Once both sides were licked clean, I set my sights on the sweet, tasty center.



Using the tip of my tongue, I traced the outline of her lips, starting along the edge of her swelling clit and moving up to her puckered backdoor. She was flinching and moaning as I licked every available inch of her sodden crotch. Up and down, from side to side, I painted her pussy with my tongue. Giving her a cleaning she could never get from a piece of tissue. Her body was shuddering as I focused my attention on the source of this sweet goodness.



I placed my lips over her smooth ones and gently licked at her opening before sliding my squirming tongue up her tasty snatch. My nose was pressed against her puckered little backdoor, and after I licked out her pussy good, I lifted my mouth and began to give her a rim job to make her toes curl.



She pushed back against my tongue as I circled her tight ring, egging me to slip my tongue up her dark passage. I was only happy to oblige. Holding her cheeks open, I placed my lips over her asshole and slipped my wet tongue up her ass. In and out I probed, working it as deep as I could, pulling out and circling her taunt ring of muscle before diving in again. Her breathing was getting louder and I could tell she was getting turned on.



I pulled my tongue out of her asshole and lifted my face from between her cheeks just long enough to mutter, “Oh damn babe, I fucking love licking your asshole. I love the way you respond to my touch, the way your your little hole grips my tongue as I slide it in and out of your dark, dirty little hole.” I slipped a finger into her now sopping wet slit, and used my thumb to rub circles around her hardened clit.



“Does this turn you on?” I asked rhetorically, “do you like having my tongue up your ass while I finger your pussy? You do, don’t ya? Yeah, you love it, I can tell by how wet you are.” I teased her with dirty talk in between licks of her bum, asking her questions and then getting my answer by feeling her squirm against my face and push back on my fingers. I knew she was hot, and it wouldn’t take long before she was ready for what I had in mind.

Swallowtail is a novel that traces the narrator’s gradual acceptance of submission.



Previously: The narrator’s submission to Dex has culminated in an unexpected body modification. Although he is now temporarily out of commission, Dex has other plans for him.




***



My cock is angry with me. I hold it between my thumb and forefinger and observe the metal stud that breaches its tender flesh like an insult. It’s curled around the piercing like a sad, pink snail in a pose of desperate self-defense.



Oh well, I say to myself, it’s done. Then: how will I ever get on a plane again without setting off the metal detector?



When you’ve had your dick pierced unexpectedly, it’s certainly time to take stock. I step into the shower and feel as deflated as my erstwhile most reliable friend. Am I really so desperate as to have a virtual stranger commit such an outrage on my private bits? What does it say about me that I went along with it?



I feel morose and out of sorts when I leave for work. Dex calls me at lunch despite her professed dislike of phones and asks me whether I’d like to get together with her that night.



“Sure,” I say.



“Is something wrong?”



“Just busy.”



She doesn’t believe me. I don’t care.



We ring off a moment later. There’s a hint of concern in Dex’s voice but I dismiss it. I have problems of my own.



I spend the commute home wondering whether I am really so cheaply sold.



***



Dex has come over to my house directly from work and is taking an obscenely long shower that I wouldn’t have minded being invited to. The water stops and then another obscene period of time passes before she emerges. What, I wonder—not for the first time—do women do in the bathroom for so long?



When she enters the living room, I see that she is wearing one on my t-shirts and nothing much else. Just do it, says the t-shirt. Dex flumps on the sofa next to me and lifts her legs onto my lap.



“What’s up?” she asks.



“Not much,” I say ruefully.



My hand lands just above her knee and squeezes the muscle gently.



“You’re not yourself tonight.”



I shrug, taking a page from Dex’s playbook.



“Come on, you can tell me.”



I’m reluctant to open up, and it occurs to me that Dex and I are not entirely dissimilar on that count. I take a deep breath. “This whole piecing thing, as interesting as it is, got me thinking. You said that you’re not willing to be subservient. I’m not sure I am either. It’s not me.”



Dex nods and takes a sip of wine. She swirls the red liquid and observes it thoughtfully. “Do you like it?”



“What?”



“Being in charge?”



“Yes,” I say. “Of course.”



“Do you like always being in charge?”



“Sure.”



She does that single eyebrow raise. When I remain silent, she continues: “You’re in charge at work. You have people counting on you. You’re responsible for this house and the lifestyle you’ve built for yourself. You probably go to bed thinking of your responsibilities for the next day.”



“So?”



“And in your relationships, you’ve always gravitated to women you can lead. You prefer to call the shots. You decide where to go, what to do and for how long. If my guess is right, you soon get bored and that’s why you have no one to share your house and your lifestyle with. Am I close?”



I’m struck mute.



“Is it refreshing to not be in charge?”



Still no response comes to mind. Her words are like an artillery barrage. I feel like ducking.



“So let’s say I or someone else calls the shots for a small part of your life and you trust that person to lead you and there are no decisions to be made. You just go along with it. It’s interesting and challenging. Would you enjoy that?”



“I don’t know.”



“Have you enjoyed it?”



“With you?”



Dex nods.



“I suppose I have.”



“And what’s wrong with that?”



There are times when Dex surprises me, and this is one of those times. “And you want to be the person who calls the shots?” I ask. Why is this feeling like a job interview?



We fall into an easy silence there on the sofa.



“These things evolve,” she says. “Think about it.”



She clicks on the television. I guess I’m supposed to think about it right now. I think about it while people dance around on a stage in front of a live studio audience. I think about other things too, of course—Dex’s smooth, toned legs on my lap, the fact that I need an oil change soon, the fact that I have to send out Christmas cards (I’m already late)—but it is Dex’s relationship model that I always come back to. I think of whether it’s wise to consciously hand Dex the keys to the carnal kingdom.



I have to admit that Dex already has taken charge; I’ve simply gone along without really thinking about it. She has made it clear that she’s not interested in playing second fiddle and I realize that I like the way she calls the tune. There’s pleasure in the unexpected. There’s pleasure in not being in charge too, although I’m reluctant to admit as much aloud.



I decide to accept the status quo. As long as there’s something in it for me, I can let Dex lead the way and I will follow. Should the cost ever exceed the reward, I will exit stage left. That’s all the control I really need.



The show that Dex has settled on finishes and she turns off the television. There’s a long pause that I feel obliged to fill.



“I’m okay with you leading,” I say.



“That’s fine.”



I’m disappointed. I’d imagined a different reaction to my concession, something involving hands clenched below her chin while she looks up at me through lowered lashes in dewy-eyed gratitude. Instead, I get two words and not much beyond that.



There’s another long pause. I feel like I’m talking to someone on the moon. I resist the temptation to fill the void.



Finally, she says, “You’re letting me lead because you think you know where we’re going. Do you trust me enough to lead you into uncomfortable places? Will you still be with me when we come out on the other side? Or are you just letting me think I’m driving while you hold the keys?”



Damn this woman for not simply accepting her victory. Damn her for parsing the terms and conditions. “Lead,” I say. “I’ll go with you.”



***



The piercing might have been a dumber idea than I originally thought. When Dex said that I would be out of commission, I had no idea that it would be for so long. When we get together and I suggest (gently, because evidently she’s in charge) that we explore the kingdom of earthly delights that she has alluded to, she says, as she does now…



“You’re still healing.”



It’s Friday night and she has come over to my place. She has assumed her now customary position on the sofa, reclined against the armrest, legs draped over my thighs. It has been a couple of weeks since I’ve agreed to relinquish control over my carnal destiny and so far she hasn’t led me anywhere. I’m frustrated. She’s hearty and hale, desirable and available, and I’m still healing.



While it may be true that my body has only just grudgingly accepted the intrusion of a metal barb, the discomfort of the piercing she subjected me to has largely subsided. I feel sure, almost, that I’m ready for action. “It’s been a while,” I say.



“What has?”



“Since we’ve been… er… intimate.”



“It almost sounds like you’re whining,” Dex says. A slight smile takes the edge off the words.



I suppose it does sound that way but I’m not about to admit it or apologize. I remain silent and wonder how it is that I hold so few of the cards, forgetting for the moment that I have voluntarily relinquished them. Even if it weren’t for those brave words—I will follow—I realize that I’ve always been playing against a stacked deck. I’ve anted up knowing that I hold nothing in my hand. I’m astounded that I’ve allowed myself to be maneuvered into this position. In the past I’ve called the shots and as interesting and new as my times with Dex have been, I can’t help feeling somewhat diminished.



“What if we go out?”



Dex thinks about it for a moment, looking dubious. Then a smile creases her face and my heart lurches at the sight. She has thought of something. “Good idea,” she says.



As always, her ready agreement makes me suspicious. There’s something more to it. There’s a string attached but I can’t see it yet.



“I may even see how we might work around your temporary handicap. How does that sound?”



“Good,” I say hesitantly.



She smiles and wiggles her toes. Her skirt has risen higher and I’m now certain that she’s going commando. There’s a vast expanse of flawless skin and the promise of more of it just out of my purview. I feel like an explorer, goaded by the breathtaking beauty of one vista to carry on, regardless of the consequences, to the next.



I shift her legs off my groin.



“Am I hurting you?”



“No,” I say.



She’s not convinced. “Stand up.”



I’m about to protest but think better of it.



“Drop them.”



She tugs my unit clear of my underwear.



“Nice,” she says.



“The piercing?”



“That’s nice too.”



She moves me this way and that, tantalizingly close to her slightly parted lips. She rolls the piercing between her slender fingers. She then holds the base of my awakening cock with one hand and works the action with the other, a smirk on her lips as she does so. My knees are about to buckle. It has been too long. “It’s healing nicely,” she says.



That sounds promising. After several weeks of beleaguered abstention, coupled with a metallic reminder of that part of my body that is on injured reserve despite the strong desire to play, I’m thinking that the end just might be in sight. Her next words dash my hopes. “But there’s still a little way to go.”



“You’re kidding?”



She shakes her head with sympathy that I’m sure is feigned. “This hurts me as much as it hurts you,” she says.



I’m not so sure. I suspect that she’s enjoying this.



“I do have a present for you though,” she says.



“Oh?” I pull up my pants and sit back down on the edge of the sofa.



“It’s a bit unorthodox. Out of the box.”



“Everything you do is.”



She gives me a little squeeze and smiles. “I was going to wait until Christmas but I can give it to you now. But only if you’re up to it.”



“I’m not sure. I don’t know what it is.”



Her hand is on my upper thigh and I’m about ready to agree to anything.



She gets up and rummages around in her weathered army surplus rucksack. She removes a gift-wrapped box and hands it to me. Something rattles inside. I unwrap the box and find a velvet bag within. I open it, remove an object and stare at it. It’s shiny and looks like molten stainless steel. It has a base that it can stand on and I wonder whether it’s some kind of modern art. It might look good on the mantle.



“May I ask?”



“It’s a butt plug.”



I look at it some more. The mantle is out of the question. I turn it in my hands. “For me?”



“You don’t like it?”



“I’m not sure. It looks…” I’m not sure, but it looks like just about the last thing I want to have where it’s designed to go.



“Prostate massage is stimulating,” says Dex helpfully.



“Not when my doctor does it.” I shudder. My doctor is a large man with fingers like knackwurst.



“The prostate is for men what the g-spot is for women,” says Dex. “You’ve found my g-spot.”



“And you want to return the favor?”



“Why not?”



“Because of where it is. If God meant for you to play with your prostate, he would have put it somewhere more accessible and less…” I search for the word “…fecal.”



Dex shakes her head.



“Look, Dex, it’s really sweet. I mean, no one has ever given me a butt plug before. Usually I get a tie for Christmas.”



“I think this is one of those times that you have to trust me.”



There it is. The gauntlet has been thrown. The line drawn.



I see my reflection in the window. Shirt. No pants or underwear. Black socks. It’s no small wonder the look hasn’t caught on. I look and feel stupid and self-conscious. I’m certain it’s about to get worse.



“It’s big,” I say.



“So are most guys who want to plumb those depths.”



She’s playing the double standard card. Smart.



“Once it’s in, you won’t know it’s there.”



“Then why put it there in the first place?”



“Bend over.”



I do.



“Relax.”



“I am.”



My jaw hurts. I’m clenching my teeth. I think loose, billowing thoughts while she spreads lube on my butt. It’s cold and my anus recoils in protest.



The inserts a slippery finger and roots around. There, I think, my ass is being violated by one not of the medical community. I have crossed the Rubicon. I hold my breath.



“That…” She wiggles her finger against something. “That’s your prostate.”



“Oh,” I gasp.



“And by stimulating it…”



“Ohhhh.”



“I’m told that orgasms are enhanced.”



“Ah.”



Who knew?



***



Dex has asked me to stop at the tattoo parlor where she works. She needs to pick something up and I hope she doesn’t have any new piercings in mind.



One of the artists is working on a guy’s arm. They’re talking politics, which strikes me as a dangerous topic given the potential for disagreement and the vulnerability of the customer.



The Amazon behind the counter recognizes me and grins. “Hello again. You were here a few months ago, right? For a consultation?” She puts ironic emphasis on the last word.



I nod.



A leather-clad guy is sitting in the waiting area, looking through a book of tattoo samples. Dex notices him and her eyes widen almost imperceptibly. There’s a moment of recognition and both appear surprised. He’s perhaps a little younger than I am but still much older than Dex. He smiles up at Dex, ignoring me.



“It’s been a while,” he says.



She holds his gaze. “What are you doing here?”



He closes the book and sets it aside. “I was thinking of getting a new tattoo. A spider or lizard or something. Some bug-eating creature at any rate.”



“A snake would be appropriate.”



He appears to think about it and shrugs. “I was wondering what happened to you,” he continues. “Not a word. I have to admit that I was disappointed. I thought I knew you better.”



“Obviously you didn’t.”



The man nods. “By the way, your parting gifts—I still have them, some of them. They’re a reminder not to assume anything.”



Dex gives him a look of supreme indifference. “Good. See to it that you never need to be reminded.”



The man purses his lips. His bravado fails him. Dex has somehow taken the wind out of his sails. “I’ve changed, Dex.”



“Me too.”



It looks like a standoff and the man lowers his eyes first. “I understand. And this,” he says, inclining his head to me, “is your new top?”



“No,” says Dex.



“I didn’t think so.” He says it with a look at me and a hint of disdain.



Dex has picked up a bag from behind the counter and pauses beside me. “Let’s go,” she says.



I take the measure of the man who apparently has some history with Dex. I also want to knock the smirk off his face. He rubs me the wrong way.



Dex pulls at my hand. “Now,” she says.



“Listen to her,” the man says mockingly. “You wouldn’t want to get into trouble.”



“Who was that?” I ask when we’re back on the sidewalk. I feel that I should have been defending Dex but I have no idea from what. I have a vague feeling that my manhood has been challenged and that I have somehow failed.



Dex starts walking and I hurry to follow, my movements reminding me of the plug I have buried within me. So much for being the alpha dog.



“Come on, Dex,” I continue. “You owe me some kind of explanation. That creep seems to know more about you than I do. Hell, I don’t know where you live. I don’t even know your last name for that matter and I doubt Dex is your first name. Why the secrecy?”



“Give me time, okay?”



“For what?”



“It’s not easy for me to let people in.”



I have a good head of steam going. “Ignorance isn’t easy either. Listen, if this is going to be anything more than play, if I’m ever going to be more than a casual playmate for you, I need more.”



“Are you done?”



Again she walks away and this time I don’t follow. I’ve had enough.



She stops several meters away. At length she turns and approaches. “I knew him a while ago.”



“You were an item.”



She smiles at my choice of words. “Something like that.”



She turns again and this time I walk alongside.



“That’s it?”



Dex shakes her head. “It’ll have to be enough,” she says, “for now. It’s not the most pleasant of stories. I’ll give you all the sordid details in time. I promise.”



I appreciate the qualifier. I can live with it. “Just tell me that he has a good reason to be angry with you.”



Dex winds her arm in mine. “He does. Without a doubt.”



***



We stop at a Vietnamese restaurant for some Pho. It has grown colder and the first snowflakes of winter are winding their way down from the heavens and a bowl of hot soup promises comfort.



Over dinner, I try to coax more information from Dex but she easily evades my questions. I’m not used to this. The women I’ve been with have tended to over-share to the point that few secrets remained and I’m either completely weirded out or bored. I’ve never been with someone as inscrutable as Dex.



The snow has picked up a little by the time we leave and there’s a thin sheen of white on the sidewalk.



“I know a place not too far from here,” I say.



“Let’s go home.”



“I’d like to take you there. It’s one of my favorite places.” I’m hoping that sharing some of my favorite haunts will encourage Dex to divulge some information about her life.



I lead her to a pub that I’ve often frequented. Back in the day it was dark and smoky. Now it’s just dark. There are booths of dark wood and leather. I lead Dex to one of these in a corner where it is private. The bar features a selection of single malt whiskey that is unmatched in the city. A tiny stage occupies a corner. The band is returning to start their second set when the waitress sets two glasses of Lagavulin on our table.



I’m comfortable here and, judging by Dex’s smile and untroubled brow, so is she. She leans back and we touch glasses. Some whiskeys are acquired tastes and I’m half expecting Dex to wrinkle her nose and what I’ve ordered. Instead, she simply closes her eyes as the whiskey unveils its complexity and spreads its warmth.



“This was a good idea,” says Dex.



At that moment the bassist starts a song, playing a few moody bars before the guitarist joins. The singer watches the two for a moment before stepping up to the microphone. The singer’s voice seeps out of the speakers and fills the space, rolling over tables and occupying the corners until conversation stops entirely. I’ve witnessed the effect of the song before, but it never fails to send a tingle through me. Dex’s hand is on my thigh and she squeezes it unconsciously. The song is “Cry Me a River” and the singer delivers it perfectly, a marriage of sadness, defiance, and seduction. It’s one of my favorites.



I look at Dex. She’s concentrating, intent on the singer. Now that I am sharing this place and this song with Dex, I feel closer to her than ever before. That she appears to be enjoying both is a pleasant surprise. I think for the first time that there might be some future between us.



“My father liked this kind of music,” she says absently.



“You’ve never spoken of your father.”



Dex places her hand on mine and directs it to her thigh. “You’re right.”



She remains silent for a long while and I think that’s the end of it.



“He left when I was around ten. My mother had found religion in a big way. She changed. Eventually my father found another woman.”



“He wasn’t religious?”



“He was, after a fashion. But he was young and any rapture my mother was capable of was limited to what she could find in the church. It was a scandal when he left us. No man worth anything would turn his back on his family and a woman who’d found God. There were rumors that he’d become something of a libertine. He hadn’t, of course. He just wanted the kind of happiness that wasn’t defined by anyone else. But in his leaving he taught me that life’s too short to settle for mediocrity. When you’re healthy and able, when you have imagination and strength, to limit yourself is almost a crime. No one ever died hoping that their lives were more mundane.”

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