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There was no way she was going to ask how he found their way back to the cabin with no landmarks, no compass and no map to follow. No way she was going to give him the satisfaction. It was silly of her, even childish, and she knew it. But, as she so often reminded her husband, it’s a woman’s prerogative to be silly and childish at any time. And this was going to be one of those times. Still, he’d unerringly led them back here. No hesitation. No drifting. No mistakes. That made it more than upsetting. It made it infuriating. Well, she still had a few tricks she could play that would give him a taste of his own medicine. Even if he did end up liking it in the end.

Back inside the cabin she suggested that he put together that contraption they’d discovered, while she’d find some way to amuse herself, but still be nearby if he needed a hand. She waited until he returned, dragging the straps and poles behind him, before she began to put her own plan into action.

Step one immediately got his attention, as she stripped off her top and carelessly threw it on the bed. When he stopped to admire her bare breasts, she made a shooing gesture to indicate that he should turn his attention back to the task at hand. She had to suppress a smile, knowing that she’d already flustered him. She lay back onto the bed’s massive pile of pillows, watching him as he studied the contraption’s confusing jumble of parts. Every time he paused to look at her, she pointedly nodded her head at the parts strewn across the floor, as if she was royalty and he was a mere servant. When he was finally spending more time on his project than looking at her, she put the next step into effect.

Lazily, languidly, sexily, she pushed down her shorts, then lifted her legs and scooched them down her body, pausing once they were dangling from her toes, and then flipped them into the air and right into his work space. She left her legs extended and watched with amusement as his gaze swept up from her manicured toes, up between her legs, where her sheer bikini panties just barely covered her swelling mound and moistening slit. It felt like she was undressing for him for the first time again, and despite the fact that she was teasing him cruelly, she was also very pleased that she’d so thoroughly captured his attention. She let his gaze linger in a way that she hoped made him ache, then demurely closed her legs and once again shooed his attention back to his construction project. It was fun to make him crazy, but it was also turning her on.

She waited again until he was deeply engrossed, then put step three into motion. Taking the mysterious key from the night stand, she clambered over the bed and retrieved the box from inside the trunk, her firm breasts dangling provocatively just a few feet from his face. But he barely glanced up. Was her game growing tired and old? Feeling just a bit exasperated, she worked the key into the lock and popped open the box. Her eyes grew wide. Though she’d expected something secret, she hadn’t expected this.

The box was full of sex toys. Vibrators and dildos, to be specific. In all sizes and colors. And in all degrees of realism, from eggs to tubes to extremely realistic cocks, fully helmeted and strongly veined. She thought back to the note about everything being cleaned and sanitized, and even though she felt a little squeamish, her curiosity won out and she began removing her new discoveries from the box, twisting and turning them to see what delights each was designed to impart. A quick glance showed that he was still absorbed in his project. Now she could make step three even more distracting.

Rummaging around in the box, she selected a realistic dildo, complete with synthetic balls, about six inches long and plenty thick. Working behind the lid of the box, she coated it with some lubricant that had conveniently been left in the box. Then, slowly, so as not to attract his attention, she sat back amongst the pillows, placed a big pillow in her lap, and squirmed out of her panties. With that removal accomplished, she pushed the pillow aside and spread her legs, her feet flat on the bed and her pussy pointed right at him. He didn’t even look up.

Smiling wickedly, she began rubbing the cock head up and down along her slit, the lubricant leaving a wet trail all along her engorged pussy lips. She probed a little deeper, letting the head part her lips, but not venturing into her deep wet hole. Patience, she counseled herself. That would come soon enough. She’d been silent to this point, but she was still amazed that he hadn’t looked her way. Time to deal with that. Carefully, as smoothly as a cat, she set aside her new toy and pulled one of the big, deep pillows under her ass, so her pussy would be propped up and clearly on display. Then, she grabbed the dildo again, reveling in the erotic feel of its massive weight against her cunt, her hole stretching, stretching to accommodate its satisfying girth. With it finally positioned halfway inside her, she thumbed the switch and turned it on, the vibration buzzing through her body, from her tits to her toes.

That sound, finally, got his attention, and she grinned in triumph as his head snapped up and his mouth dropped open. Knowing she’d already won this round, she just as quickly ignored him, shutting her eyes and directing all of her attention to the fuck stick now pulsating so pleasantly inside her hole. Knowing that he was looking, staring, mesmerized, she prodded and pulled the vibrator in and out of her, the buzzing growing muffled as she pressed it home, then growing louder as she freed it from the wet walls of her inner prison. She couldn’t stand not seeing his reaction though, and decided on a compromise, watching him through slitted eyelids, appearing disdainful of him while enjoying her command of his attention.

Soon, though, she surrendered to the pure ecstasy of it, the vibration that set her clit to tingling while the fullness made her hunger for more. Her husband liked to watch her do this to herself, fuck herself with a vibrator while she fantasized about the exotic and erotic, both locales and men. She’d lie, of course, when he pressed her for details about her fantasies. She’d tell him that he was the one pressing home his advantage, causing her to arch her back and cry out for more. His ego was fragile enough without her planting another doubt in his mind, no matter that he begged to know the reality of her thoughts.

Now, though, she needed no fantasy to fuel her passion. She needed to prepare no lies about what had set her off. She could focus with laser-like precision on the point where cock met pussy met clit. Where hardness met softness met wetness. Where friction met ridges met heat. She could twist and tug and pull to find the perfect place, reach the perfect place, then follow it like an itch that, once scratched, only cropped up somewhere else, demanding to be scratched again. She bucked against the intruder, screwed it into her fuck hole, not even noticing when the box of women’s wonders toppled over, spilling a score of sex toys all over the bed. She would cum soon, and she had no attention for anything but that.

He hadn’t recovered from his shock quite as quickly as he would’ve liked. Maybe it was the sight of her thin, pale legs, wantonly spread like some slut in a movie. Maybe it was the way she was so seductively screwing herself with a life-size realistic dildo. Maybe it was the hot liquids glistening along her slit, making him wonder whether that was lube, or pussy juice, or both. Or maybe it was the fact that she’d propped herself up, her cunt clearly on display for him, her nipples hard atop her breasts, her face twisted by pleasure, her hair twisted by exertion, her legs twisted by the effort of shoving that big, thick, veined monster deeper inside of her than any man had probably ever probed, and him wanting nothing more than to rip it from her and replace it with his own pulsing cock, slamming it in to the hilt and crushing her against the bed, pressing himself to reach that undiscovered paradise deep inside her. Or maybe it was realizing that the whole thing was a plan to distract him from his work and get revenge for knowing the way back to the cabin. And though the urge to savagely fuck her remained, he somehow, with gargantuan effort, managed to refrain.

Two can play at this game, he thought, his erection painfully pressing against his shorts as he climbed to his feet. Randomly selecting one of the forgotten porn DVDs from the counter, he strode to the player, turned it on and loaded the disc. The flat screen came immediately to life and he used the remote to fast forward a few chapters, knowing that these were usually the beginning of a sex scene, and not some inanely acted scene setter. He was rewarded with the sight of two men, one black and one white, preparing to fuck a medium-breasted blond girl, her eyes sparkling blue but set too far apart, her body tight but well-curved, her ass full and promising.

She knelt between them, naked and available, the way a good slut should be, and alternately sucked their cocks, preparing them to enter her body from every angle and in every hole. He knew what would happen. These things always followed a script, even if the director tried to mix up the order. She’d suck them hard, though it would be more due to the Viagra than anything. Then one would fuck her pussy while the other fucked her face. They might trade places. One might lick her pussy. Not to pleasure her, of course, but to satisfy the obsession that had taken hold of him. She would get fucked hard from behind, so the man in her mouth would benefit from the impact transmitted along her lovely body. Soon, one would probe and then enter her ass, causing her to gasp until her anus opened enough to accommodate him. There’d be another switching of places. Then, in a flash, she’d be atop one of them, his cock deep in her ass, and she’d lean back and open her cunt hole for the other to enter, giving her the double penetration that every woman presumably dreamed about. Sure, she might flip over at some point, so the man on top could actively fuck her up the ass. Finally, though, having taken all the pleasure they could from her, having exhausted all the positions available, they’d pull out for the money shot. Both on her face and in her waiting, open mouth. Or one over her ass and one on her face. Or if she was big breasted, all over her tits. Or, if it was a kinky film, just inside her pussy, so the camera could linger lovingly over the leaking cream that marked that woman as someone’s property.

He didn’t really care which scenario they followed. He wasn’t going to watch. He didn’t even know whose DVD he’d selected. But if she was going to use a buzzing vibrator to tease and taunt him, now he had a weapon in the game. Full color, stereo enhanced, up close and personal electric sex.

On the screen, one of the men, sporting an improbably huge cock, was just beginning to penetrate the girl’s tight, neatly shaven pussy. The other man, also waving an embarrassingly well-endowed cock, was forcing her to lick his balls, since clearly she’d be unable to suck more than the first two inches of his girth into her mouth. He looked back to the bed. Ah-ha! She was just as intrigued as he had been, though she quickly transferred her attention back to the boner still jammed deep inside her pussy. He bent back to his task, then stopped, suddenly aware of the surreality of it all. It was a scene that even a porn writer might decline to use, so improbable was it. He, alone in a cabin with a woman he’d lusted after, building a kinky sex toy, while she, the demure, shy but teasing object of his desire who had somehow shed her naiveté and become a wanton sex maniac, naked and writhing on a bed just steps from him, completely uninhibited and unlike herself at any time he’d ever known her. And he, not the least bit puzzled by the suddenness of her performance, or the least bit amazed by the depravity she was exhibiting. Not even wondering what had gotten into her, asking if she’d taken some mind-bending drug, or investigating the means by which she’d shed all her inhibitions. Instead, he had responded by showing a pornographic film, of a kind she’d often expressed disdain for, and then returned to a seemingly innocuous task, while the two of them were bathed in layer upon layer of hormone-enhanced sexual depravity. And despite the surreality of it all, he didn’t feel compelled to question it any further. After all, she didn’t appear to be worried about it.

She opened her eyes in response to his lips pressing down upon hers, and his hand removing the vibrating dildo from between her legs. She’d won! She’d distracted him from his project and forced him to attend to hers. No matter that she’d never gotten off all the way, even though the small orgasms along the way had been pleasurable enough. He could help with that. He would do what she ordered now and put a capstone on her self-pleasuring project. She’d won.

Only, she saw then, that she hadn’t won. Hanging from one of the rafters was a hammock swing, just like she’d guessed. No, not precisely, because though it had the look of a swing, there was no real bottom or back to it. In fact, it looked as if someone had taken a hammock swing and cut away most of the strands, leaving just the supporting straps.

“Have you ever tried a sex swing?” he asked, leading her to it by the hand. She shook her head, secretly pleased that he’d named it without making her ask. She’d heard of sex swings before, of course, but had never really seen one in action, not even in any of the porn movies her husband had made her watch. It probably wasn’t a real common piece of equipment.

She looked it over, wondering what all the different straps were for, and guessing that she was about to find out. Why this made her feel squeamish after she’d just masturbated for him on the bed was something she didn’t understand. But, she was a woman, and sometimes she didn’t even understand herself.

The swing was attached at the top to a huge hook ingeniously hidden in the overhead beam, anchoring it at the top. Then came a few links of heavy-duty chain, and then a thick, long spring. Attached to that were a number of nylon straps, some thin, some thick, with most covered by adjustable foam pads. She didn’t know how to get in, and wasn’t sure she wanted to.

Apparently her concern showed on her face. “How many chances in life are you going to get to try this kind of thing out?” he asked, his gaze serious and thoughtful. “This is the weekend for that. No guilt. No recriminations. No expectations for the future,” he reminded her. “Just you. Me. And whatever trouble we can get into.”

He was right. They’d done much with each other for the first time, but nothing that she’d never, ever done before. This would be new. And it would be something just for her. Something she didn’t need to share with her husband. Something he wouldn’t always be bugging her to repeat.

She allowed him to position her body within the straps, sliding back into the net of nylon until it was supporting her weight. It was a lot like sitting on a swing, if the wooden board at the bottom had been removed, and you were just sitting on the rope itself. Four main straps met at the apex, and other nylon strips with Velcro stitched to them dangled along their length. Once she was as comfortably seated as possible, he tied her wrists high over head, using the Velcro strips to keep them in place. OK, that felt different. Then he slipped each ankle through another loop. That’s when the genius of the sex swing became apparent. She was in a seated position, her legs spread wide, with no impediment to come between his cock and her pussy. And with her hands tied above her head, she was virtually helpless. If only it hadn’t taken so long to get in place. That had been a real mood breaker. Still, she’d wanted to know what it was. Had insisted on it, in fact. And now she did.

Ohhh. Now she really did, as he let his shorts drop to the floor, revealing his thick, stiff cock, a drop of pre cum on the tip glistening in the daylight. And her, unable to resist its passage into her valley, and not really wanting to. This, this was a new, erotic sensation, and she became instantly convinced that humans were designed to make love in precisely this position. His cock, as he entered her, pulled and tugged at the skin around her clit, stimulating it in a subtle and luxurious way. That pleasure was only punctuated when his body met hers, the muscles of his groin slapping against her lips and clit, a sharp, electric shock after a tantalizing preview. The swing allowed him to maneuver in from different directions, and she was thrilled to see that whenever she moaned louder, he would immediately duplicate that direction. He wasn’t dominating her as he could have. He was actually ensuring that she experienced the very greatest pleasure.

It wasn’t, however, a very comfortable position for her. He simply had to stand there. For her, though, it was a matter of balancing the pain of the straps with the pleasure of his penetration. And soon the straps were winning. When she complained about the pain, he quickly moved to reposition her. But instead of releasing her legs, he pulled them into higher loops. Now she was nearly jackknifed in two, much as if he had bent her legs back against her chest when they were going at it last night. They tried it that way for a while. It was clearly tighter for him, and she got to feel him deeper inside than ever. But still the straps interfered with her really being able to enjoy it all. It was fun, but not really passionate.

He seemed to feel the same way, and they spent quite some time experimenting with the many ways that she, and he, could be positioned and fucked in the sex swing. Some made her want to try the same position in bed. Others just made both of them giggle and laugh at the absurdity of it. Some were silly to do but felt intense, like the time she sat cross-legged in the swing and he lay on the floor below her. Pulling down on the straps, he lowered her cunt down onto his up thrust cock, then used the spring action to create a powerful fucking movement. the tightness and fullness had felt incredible, though they couldn’t keep from laughing whenever they thought about how bizarre it must look. Finally she’d had enough experimenting, and she sent him to open some more wine while she made herself comfortable on the bed, selecting one of the toys before pushing the rest aside.

That was bizarre, he thought, as he pulled out another bottle of wine and proceeded to uncork it. He hadn’t doubted his ability to put the sex swing together, even though he’d only seen one in a sex shop, and had never actually used one. There were, after all, only a few logical ways that it could go together. More amazing was her enthusiasm to actually trying it. Maybe he had a constricted perception of her actual sexual experience, but he’d have been willing to bet that something so unusual would’ve been way outside her comfort zone. Was it him? Was it the freedom and privacy of this place? Or was it the silent agreement that they both seemed to make that whatever happened here would stay here, like Vegas without the glitz. She was surprising him more and more.

Despite thinking that very thought, he still almost dropped the tray of wine and snacks when he turned to head back to the bed. She was still naked, but kneeling on her hands and knees on the bed, her ass pointed at him, and her face peering at him with something that could only be described as a “come hither” look. Who was this woman, and what had she done with the other one?

In spite of her immensely effective attempt to seduce him, he still had enough will power left to take a moment to study her. Though her eyes could hold his attention for months on end, and he had always been a fan of her breasts in a totally sexual way, her butt had always been intriguing to him. It was small and tight and boyish, there was no arguing with that. Yet just now, it was one of the sexiest things he’d ever seen. Especially the way the small globes of her ass left her pussy lips in full view, engorged and swollen, with her slit completely visible and awaiting his touch. From her thin, tight thighs to her svelte legs and tiny feet, he felt like every inch of her was welcoming him to come and take her.

So he did. Moving up behind her, he felt something release in himself. Something more than his cock springing back to life at the sight of her soft pussy lips perfectly framed by the taut flesh of her cheeks. He felt a need, deep inside himself, burst through the boundaries of good behavior that had always separated him, and protected him, from the women in his life. He felt a need, staring down at her ass, her curved waist and hips beckoning to him in the daylight, a need to totally dominate this woman. To subjugate her, using his cock like an avenging sword, to penetrate her and denigrate her, to take her as his own and leave no doubt as to the consequences of choosing any other way, or the pleasures available should she embrace his domain.

Just that thought alone hardened him even more, and his cock head took on a purple shade, thick and menacing. He stood behind her and let the tension build in himself, a hurricane about to blast its thunderous wrath upon a weak human population. Oddly, his brain produced an image of himself as King Kong hanging upon the Empire State Building, roaring his dominance and smashing aside all the puny humans who might come to challenge him. He recognized the feeling, wanted to roar his own challenge, but instead focused his masculine violence on the point where the velvet helmet of his cock met the velvet entrance to her pussy. He could feel his rod literally pulsing with power.

Then, swiftly, surely, violently, he was inside her. Piercing her, penetrating her, a hammer crashing through her gates and desecrating her inner hall. He slammed his hips against her butt, pushing her forward, almost knocking her off her hands and knees. She looked back in shock, a look that rapidly turned to lust, before repositioning her body for his next assault upon her. He fucked her hard, loosing the lust and passion and frustration from all the years, not just from her but from all the women he’d had or wanted or known. He was overcome by lust, the violent kind that romance writers didn’t write about and good girls didn’t like. But he was no longer sure she was the good girl she’d purported to be.

She braced herself against the battering, like a seawall assaulted by wave after wave of frothing water. She’d been shocked at the sudden change in his demeanor, the wicked glint in his eyes as he’d approached her. All she’d wanted to do was seduce him some more, offer herself up to finish what they’d started in the sex swing. But once he’d entered her, had split her open with a harshness she’d never seen from him, she knew that this time it would be different. Even so, his first thrust had caught her completely off guard, and only by chance did she keep from collapsing onto the bed. But if he wanted to take her so violently, she could understand the need. For too long she’d been playing a part in bed, acting like her husband was in charge but never really believing it. Their lovemaking had been just that: making love. Even the spontaneous was planned, and therefore diminished for it.

With his hands wrapped around her waist, he pulled her back even as he fucked her forward. And fucking her was the only way to describe it. There were no tender touches. No sweet nothings. No pretty whispers. Just flat out, cock deep in the hole, take no prisoners fucking. She let him do it, of course. Let him think that he was taking her. But why, a small part of her wondered, was she even holding back that little bit? Why not drop all her own barriers and not just buy into it? Be the part and not act the part?

She wasn’t one of those women who got off on being tied up, or spanked, or pushed around. Though she was beginning to enjoy the spanking a bit more. She wasn’t into the submissive thing that so many men seemed to enjoy. But, and here her mind snapped into recognition even as his cock continued to assault her cunt, that didn’t mean she couldn’t give into the occasional take no prisoners fucking every so often. Especially since they didn’t come around much more than every so often. Right?

If she hadn’t already made a conscious decision, her body would’ve already betrayed her. Deep inside her cunt canal, his cock had ignited a spark of intense pleasure, which was spreading with alarming rapidity to her most sensitive spots. His cock wasn’t as big as her husband’s, but had a girth that had an appreciable effect within the folds of her pussy or inside the confines of her mouth. She felt the heat in her nipples, an intense blaze that seemed to flow directly from the steaming, molten core of her cunt. She felt it at the tips of her toes, burning and urging her to surge backwards against his juice-soaked invader. She felt it along the back of her neck, causing her hair to stand on end and making her buck her head like a horse in full gallop.

An apt metaphor as he rode her hard, slamming against her even as his rod split her on a spit, as if getting ready to cook her and devour her. She heard herself moaning, obscene words spilling from her lips, unformed and unchecked. She swung her body back to meet his cock in mid-thrust, the impact reverberating through both of them. Then, once he’d stilled, she fucked him with her cunt, sliding back and forth along the length of it, grinding herself against him, pulling him down to lay atop her, placing his hands around her pulsing tits, her nipples white hot and hard as diamonds.

All her introspection and rationalizations flooded away, swept aside by the rush of pleasures pulsing through her nerves. Her entire body tingled, every inch of her skin sensitive to the heat of his skin or the very air around them. Her muscles clenched as if she was in the midst of a marathon run, the fatigue palpable and enjoyable. Her breasts felt heavy in his hands, heavier even than when she’d been breastfeeding, and she felt a desperate need to present them to him, to give them to him to suck or tongue or bite or pinch or bind or… whatever he wanted. Her head pounded, her breathing harsh and desperate, her mind unable to process the swarm of input, and reacting by producing an oral litany, a chant almost, of what she was feeling and what more she wanted from him, mixed with moans and cries that sounded more animal than human. “Fuck me. Yes. Fuck me. More. Fuck me. Ohhh. Fuck me. Oh god. Oh fuck me. Yes. Fuck me. I’m yours. Fuck me,” she repeated over and over, her voice low and throaty and rasping.

But even with all that her attention was almost totally enraptured by the spot in her cunt canal where his cock rasped, over and over, along the area that some creative book publishers had dubbed the g-spot. At this point, she didn’t care what they called it. Only that pleasure was rippling away from it like waves in a pool, sweeping about and bouncing throughout her core, then setting aflame every nerve in her body. It was like an orgasm but one that lasted for minutes and centuries, continuously shocking her without the explosive finality of a regular one. She didn’t know if he knew what he was doing to her, didn’t know if he was doing it on purpose. But his violent purchase inside her had sparked an incendiary reaction. And she was helpless before it.

Her muscles, once tense with anticipation, were now soft and mushy, and she feared she might collapse in a heap on the bed. Still, she wanted him inside her like this, wanted him taking her with the power of a piece of machinery, a piston plumbing her depths. So she dropped to her forearms, changing the angle, losing some of the intensity but gaining better purchase. He spanked her ass as he fucked her, the slaps ringing through the room, the pain only adding to the intensity of the pleasure emanating from between her legs


Suddenly she felt his finger, or thumb, press against the bud of her anus. She knew she’d told him she didn’t like anal, had tried it but didn’t like it. It made her, in fact, feel like she had to poop. Not at all a pleasant experience. But maybe his brain was as addled as hers. Maybe he wasn’t thinking in terms of do’s and don’ts. Maybe he was only doing what his carnal desires had instructed him to do. Despite her misgivings, she squirmed her ass against his finger. He was only playing, wasn’t he? He didn’t mean to spear her ass with his stiff rod, to split her open like no one other than her husband had ever done?

He continued to play with her ass, slapping the cheeks, pinching her flesh, fingering her anus. And despite her trepidation, she lifted her butt higher into the air, as if offering him everything he wanted, with no limits and no boundaries. Suddenly, he bent over her, his cock still buried deep in her cunt, and growled in her ear that he wanted all of her, and wouldn’t stop until he got it. The movement pressed his cock back up against her g-spot, and another wave of intense pleasure swept through her, making her fingers tingle and her lungs convulse. Without thinking, she reached around until she found a bottle of lube on the bed and handed it up to him.

He didn’t stop pumping her, even as he opened and emptied a stream of oily lube into her crack and onto her ass hole. Then, suddenly, her well-fucked pussy was distressingly empty, and she could feel his cock head gently probing the outside of her ass. Despite the animal-like urgency with which he had fucked her cunt, he took his time entering her anus, sliding the head in and out slowly, as she tried to will herself to relax. He was all the way in before she really realized it, the lube and constant stimulation having loosened her ring of muscles already.

It felt the same way she remembered it, but not the same way. It felt like she was stuffed up, but not as uncomfortably. She felt like she had to go, but it was also something that could wait. And maybe it was his size, but she didn’t feel nearly as bloated. Beside, when she looked back and saw the look on his face, a little discomfort was worth it. And it did make her feel like a dirty girl. A very dirty, very kinky girl.

Despite how tight she felt, despite how intensely her anus was squeezing the length of his shaft, he knew that he would be taking it easy on her. That despite how willingly she had offered her ass up to him, he would feel guilty later if he hurt her in any way. He knew her distaste for what he was doing to her, and though she had acquiesced, he also knew that the pleasure wasn’t mutual. Call that some flaw in his manhood, but he wouldn’t take what wasn’t completely freely offered.

Besides, while on one plane he was simply exploring her body, on another he was asserting his control. That part of his manhood, at least, was fully functional. Having his cock in her ass was as dominating an act as he could imagine, especially since he knew that it wasn’t something she did all the time. By penetrating her there, he’d now had her in all the ways a man can have a woman. All the ways her husband might have had her, if he’d been as insistent as a man can be. And now he’d accomplished the very same conquest, without pleading, begging or bullying.

He eased himself from her, pausing to wipe the oily film from himself. The other thing was, in his experience, the woman got far more pleasure from anal sex than the man. He knew, if he kept at it, that all too soon she’d be too relaxed, and getting any kind of friction would take a lot more effort. Better to remember the explicit image of his cock buried in her ass, and then just move on.

She was wiggling her ass at him, as if wondering why he’d pulled out, and when he’d return. Truth was, as much fun as it had been to dominate her from behind, he was getting tired of it. And he wanted to see her face, and her eyes, and kiss her long and deep, not just because he could, but because he wanted to.

A simple nudge and she rolled onto her back, her legs spread open for him, her entire body exposed and ready for him, ready to respond to whatever was his pleasure. He scooted her into the middle of the bed and followed her, kneeling between her legs. Bending slowly, feeling her eyes upon him, he pressed his lips to her inner thighs, smiling as she giggled at the ticklish touch. Pushing harder against her soft flesh, he added his warm tongue to the recipe, which changed her giggles to whimpers of contentment. He made his way up her body, kissing and licking her delicate skin, eliciting a mixture of laughter and moans along the way. He took his time with her breasts, using the flat of his tongue to rasp across her nipples, then the soft press of his lips to soothe the affected areas.

When he finally reached her mouth, the whole of his body was stretched over her. His cock would occasionally brush against her legs, causing both of them to gasp at the feel of it. He kissed her, deeply, his tongue invading her mouth with much the same ardor as it had earlier explored her pussy. Swirling within, searching for the walls, fencing with her tongue, lips pressed so tightly together their teeth scraped. The harsh sound of her breathing was loud in his ears. His own panting was like that of a trapped animal, frantic and aggressive.

A small, simple move later and his cock was back inside her, ensconced in a soft, wet sleeve that was so comfortable, it could only be made for that one purpose. He let his weight down on her gently, his hips moving in an uneven rhythm, responding to signals only his brain understood. She lifted her legs and wrapped them around his hips, holding him in place and effectively communicating her approval of this latest position. He knew that his groin was rubbing against her pubic mound, probably giving her quite a bit of pleasure, but that was only a byproduct of his efforts. No, he simply liked to watch her face as he sped up or slowed, as he pressed into her from one side or the other, as he varied his strokes for the express reason of drawing a new reaction from her. Usually she kept her eyes closed, but her smiles and murmurs told him so much. And every so often he would hit upon an especially effective combination that would cause her eyes to fly open in delight, and cause her legs to press him closer, as if he could get any deeper inside her.

They continued that way for a long time, or a short one; there was no way to measure it. He hadn’t consciously been holding himself back from cumming, not thinking about baseball or any of those old tricks. But soon he was feeling the need again. And in feeling it, knew that he wouldn’t deny himself or draw the string of anticipation out any further; even the most compelling series of books needs a climax. She knew it too, releasing him from the cocoon of her legs and pushing her hips hard against him, meeting each of his thrusts with one of her own. Her cunt was fully open to him now and all subtlety and tenderness were thrown to the side as both their feral instincts took over. He slammed against her with ferocity, their bodies colliding with a sharp retort on every stroke, the slap as loud as when he’d spanked her the previous evening, the intent just as obvious.

She’d lifted her legs, clearing the way for his fevered attack. She too, had abandoned herself to the moment, biting her lip and clutching at the sheets as she took more and more punishment from the battering ram pounding at her pussy. He didn’t bother to hold back, didn’t bother to pull out as his balls triggered his cock to let loose with the first pulse of cum, his hot semen pulled from deep within and ejaculated deep inside her cunt. The sensation was not unlike the first moment of peeing after a long night of drinking, only far, far better. He could feel his cum coursing through the length of his cock, could feel his cock pumping it up and out. It was like a dam suddenly released, the hot liquid shooting through a constricted tube, then spurting out to soak and extinguish whatever fires roared before it. He came deep inside her, and continued to pump into her even after he’d stopped cumming, obeying his body’s urges above all else. When he finally opened his eyes and looked down at her, her eyes were still closed, but the blissful smile on her face told him all that he needed to know.

Sometime afterwards he had pulled the comforter over them. And pulled the pillows under her head. And pulled himself from between her legs. And wrapped her in an embrace so comforting that she felt like she might never leave it. So comforting that she tried to engrave the moment into her memory, so she might be able to return to it at any time and relive this languorous, satisfied moment.

That it should come here, now, was…what? A shame? Serendipity? An accident? A blessing? She didn’t know what. And that uncertainty almost ruined the moment. One part of her brain told the other to stop analyzing, but the rest of her knew that was about as likely as stopping the sun from rising. It was an obsession with her, and even in those most satisfying of moments she had to answer the “why” and “what now” of what had just transpired.

And what had just transpired? Well, she’d gotten the shit fucked out of her, literally. That thought made her smile, and in some instinctive response he pulled her bare body closer against his chest. And she’d fucked the hell out of him, too. No way! No way she’d ever do all that stuff with her husband, or any of her boyfriends for that matter. Friggin herself in broad daylight? Fucking on a sex swing? Practically begging to be fucked up the ass? Who are you and what have you done with my previous owner, her mind asked her body. It was as if she was not herself, not even a person she had ever wished to be, but some amalgam of characters from the light and dark sides of life. Ladylike, but with the sexual appetites of a man. Demure, but with the promiscuity of a whore. Naïve, but with the imagination of a pornographer.

Wicked. That’s how she felt. And the feeling was incredible. She knew that she’d spent most of her life wrapped in a blanket of ‘correct behavior,’ playing the part that others had written for her. It started with her father, as it always did for most women. But had extended into her relationships with all men, boyfriends and husbands alike. She let them write the script, and she would revise it only a little along the way. And then the blame for any lack of fireworks would be on their heads. But now she was coming to believe that she’d been stuck in a prison of her own making.

She snuggled closer to him, pressing her butt against his groin. They were spooning, and his hand had dropped to the bed cushion. She gently repositioned it atop her breast and felt him respond with a kiss on her shoulder. He was awake. Or drowsing? What was he thinking?

What, for that matter, was she thinking? Admittedly, if she’d been thinking straight, she wouldn’t even be here. He’d be secure in bed at his home, maybe just having made love to his wife. Was he that passionate with her? That adventurous? But there was no way for her to answer those questions. And what of herself? Would she have been fucked by her husband on this weekend? Surely. But would she have responded so freely, so wickedly? That wasn’t as clear. She did what he asked, watched what he wanted, wore what he gave her, responded as he expected. But rarely gave all of herself or opened her desires to him. When she had, it was always after a night of drinking, as if the alcohol gave a few moments freedom to that part of herself. And, as if the alcohol would excuse herself from needing to repeat her performance, in case he did remember her enthusiasm. “But you did it last time,” he’d plead. “I was drunk,” would be her defense.

So what was different here? The circumstances, surely. He was married, she was married. And most importantly, not to each other. There would be no repeat performances. This was, for lack of a better term, a one-weekend stand. She didn’t see him risking his marriage and life to do this again. My God, it had taken them years to get to this point! And, honestly, she wasn’t going to do that either. She’d made her bed, so to speak, and she was going to sleep in it, even if she did have to share it. So, then, what? Maybe it was that very lack of a future that made the weekend so different. She could be whatever she wanted to be, without any need to repeat it. He said he wouldn’t judge her. And perhaps that promise extended to everything they did with each other, too.

He was exhausted and hungry. The Storm had chased him to the airport early, and the flight had been in question all day. His luck stayed with him through take off, landing, and customs, but the doors of the terminal slid open to a driving torrential rain, and he had to hustle from covered area to covered area to reach the shuttle stop trying to avoid a complete soaking. There was a long wait for the shuttle, and it made him miss the next train.

He arrived in Boca Raton much later than he’d anticipated, but he’d called from the train and left a message so she wouldn’t be waiting at the station, and gotten a text in return to inform him that her deposition had run long so the lateness was actually more luck. She came out of the car with an umbrella and he waived her back, jogging with his suitcase. She hugged him, uncaring of the rain, and it felt damn fine to have her pressed completely against him.

On the drive to her place, they caught up, he told her about some of the high and low moments of the trip, and she filled him in on her latest case, but as they talked he couldn’t help but look over at her legs where they exited her pencil skirt. She caught him and shifted in her seat, but smiled and he was encouraged.

She was just a bit over 5 feet tall, with rich dark hair that draped across her shoulders and her beautiful pale face was touched with a hint of the exotic from her Chinese grandmother. Her tailored, white, button down dress shirt had French cuffs and clung to her to show a fit and flat stomach and upraised perfect B breasts. He figured she couldn’t weigh more than 110 pounds.

When they got to her house they raced inside, futilely avoiding the rain, and she showed him the guest bedroom and bath, and after another hug she turned to allow him time to dry off, get settled, and showered. She returned with a cup of coffee when he was back in the bedroom in a fresh pair of cargo shorts and a button down, short sleeved shirt, and he felt a wave of gratitude. She turned to leave again, to give him time to unpack and he stopped her.

“Wait, I have something for you,” he said, reaching for his backpack. He pulled out a small bag, and from that, out first came a ring made from carved bone scrimshawed with the image of a butterfly, next was a ring made from pounded copper wrapped around a piece of polished marble in an intricate pattern – made from recovered interior bits of a dilapidated building, and finally a long, long necklace of polished red stones interspersed with stones made from grey marble.

He explained the origins of the jewelry and the supposed protection that the necklace was meant to give, and hung it around her neck. They both laughed when it reached all the way to her waist. His hands rested on her shoulders for a moment after draping the necklace, and as he began to pull away, she caught his wrists and pulled herself closer to him until her breasts were against his ribs and then gave a little shove so he sat down on the bed behind him.

With him sitting, their difference in height wasn’t such an impediment, and she leaned forward to kiss him. She let go of his wrists to hold his face as it was tipped toward her, and his hands went to her waist, his thumbs against her hip bones and his fingers splayed across her hips. They only stayed a moment as she kissed him before they began to untuck her shirt from her skirt.

“Thank you,” she said pulling away for a moment, and he hesitated at the tugging of her shirt. She stepped back from him, and he was disappointed, but relief and desire filled him when she unzipped her skirt and stepped out of it. She climbed to straddle his lap and held his face once again before lowering her own face to kiss him. He ran his hands up her back, trailing his fingers up her spine and back down, catching and gripping at her ass. He slid around to her thighs, tight from holding herself against him, and he slipped his thumbs inside the front of her thong and rubbed one of them up the front of her to feel that she was already beginning to be wet.

He groaned into her mouth around her tongue and she pushed down to grind herself against his lap and his hardness. He began to work at the buttons of her shirt from the bottom running his palm up along her skin as it was freed from the tightness of the shirt. After a moment of confusion at the back, he realized her bra connected at the front and he undid it before running his thumbs across her already hardened nipples. He pulled from the kiss to pull a nipple into his mouth as she continued to push against him while she worked the shirt and bra off of her shoulders.

Once she was done, she started pulling frantically at the buttons on his shirt and he moved to help her, as anxious to be rid of it as she was. They were clutching at each other with impatience, mouths hungrily moving over one another’s bodies and kissing desperately. His hunger and fatigue were completely forgotten as she undid his shorts, and pulled at his zipper. He lifted her with him and stood, still holding her, her legs around his waist as he let the shorts fall to the floor.

He sat again on the bed without breaking off the kiss they were sharing. He could feel the wetness of her against his groin even through her panties. His hardness was caught between them and finally she was pushing at his shoulders and he was sliding backward on the bad so that he could stretch out fully. She collapsed onto his chest and somehow managed to work off her thong squirming on top of him.

He was so hard he could feel his heartbeat pulsing in his cock. His hands wanted to be everywhere on her body. The necklace was still somehow around her neck and when she sat up above him, he thought that the red stones looked amazing against her pale skin, that the tiny bit of adornment somehow made her nudity even more enticing. His hands went to her ass and he lifted her. She let out a small moan and her lips parted, her tongue shot out to lick them and then she reached down to take hold of him.

The light touch of her soft hand on his cock sent a shiver through him and his cock jerked slightly in her hand. She made a devilish little grin and placed him at her entrance. He could feel the heat of her and he made a low groan of pleasure, and then abruptly, he was inside her, all the way inside her. She had slid completely down his length all at once, and now took a moment, her eyes closed, muscles tight in her thighs against him.

He waited as long as he could stand and then began to shift his hips upward, driving just slightly deeper with the clenching of the muscles in his ass. She began to roll her hips in time to his clenching, grinding her clit against him and gripping at his rib cage with her hands and nails. He reached up and caught her hair at the base of her skull, and she let out a sound that was part moan and part growl and bit her lip as he drove himself into her harder and harder.

When he let go of her hair, she leaned forward, pressing his upper body down with hers and bit at his neck and shoulder. He grabbed her ass, squeezing and then ran his index finger across her anus. Her whole body spasmed and hissed his name into his ear as she froze above him, letting out little gasps as he hammered into her from below and she had a rolling series of small orgasms.

She finished and he gasped her name desperately, “Veronica, Veronica, VERONICA, get up, get UP.”

She pulled herself off of him, understanding, and laughing as he sipped in air and gritted his teeth. She took him in one hand, squeezing the base of him and pulled blindly at the bedside table’s drawer to remove a condom with the other. She rolled it down over him was on top of him again in practically one movement.

“Jesus, Mary and Joseph, Woman,” he rasped.

She leaned in, took his head in her hands, and kissed him biting at his lip and sucking his tongue into her mouth as she rode him and squeezed her thighs against him. She twined her fingers into his hair and whispered into his ear, “Come, Goddamnit,” and that was all he could take. His heels dug into the bed underneath him and he clutched at her thighs and he thought for a minute he could feel his very soul vibrate with the release. When his ass had settled back onto the bed, she reached down, caught the condom at the base, and swung off of him once again.

He was staring at the ceiling, trying to catch his breath when she pulled the condom off and sucked his softening cock into her mouth. 
 “Good CHRIST,” he gasped.

“Just cleaning up,” she chuckled as she let him fall free again. She wrapped the condom in a tissue and dropped it into the trash and draped herself over him, one leg across him and her head on his chest. He let his hand trace idly along her arm and the side of her breast, over her nipple, back to her arm and down to her hip, watching goosebumps and nipples rise in response to his touch. She burrowed in closer against him and pushed her groin against his hipbone, made a little sigh into his shoulder, and he knew she wasn’t finished.

He shifted his weight, rolled so they were side by side, her head still on his shoulder and he kissed her, as he let his hand drift along her ribcage and down across her ass before easing his finger insider her. He watched her react to it, face inches from his, and then kissed her again, kissed her jaw and her neck, strained his head forward to kiss her collarbone and shoulder.

Her knee was pulled up on his hip and ribs, and she began to writhe against him as his finger plunged in and out of her. He pulled his hand back and rolled again so that he was on top of her and began to work his way down her body with light kisses and grazing teeth until he was between her legs. He eased two fingers inside her as he ran his tongue upward from her opening to her clit and her hips rose to meet the sensation.

He licked at her, harder and harder, and curled his fingers upward to press against her g spot as he looked up at her, gauging her reaction to what he was doing. Her hair was tangled across her face and a flush ran across the pale skin of her chest. She was biting down on the edge of one hand and her other hand cupped at a breast, rolling the nipple between her fingers, and then she began to breath in long ragged drafts. Her hand went to her forehead, and the other dropped from her breast to clutch at the sheet as she came, squeezing at his fingers and hooking her heels into his upper back. He eased off the pressure of his tongue and slowly pulled his fingers free, riding out her reaction before beginning to lick in earnest again.

Her second orgasm came more slowly than the first, but it was a more intense one, and after the third, she grabbed at his hair, pulling his head up as she shimmied farther up the bed, fleeing the intensity of the feeling. He rose up above her on his knees and he was hard again. He said her name and she nodded, reached for the drawer again and sat up to roll the condom down over him and then sat back, pulling at him to guide him inside.

Her legs wrapped around his lower back and her arms around his neck as he thrust into her, holding himself in an arched back push-up position. Her eyes were closed, and her head was tipped backward, chin pointing at him as she used her heels to pull herself up to meet his downward push. He should have been spent, should have taken longer, but she was even more relentless from the bottom.

“Veronica, I…”

“No, don’t slow down. Keep going,” she said and raked down his back, so he redoubled his efforts. Making no effort to pace himself, he moved harder and faster until the grip of her legs loosened and her breathing began again to come in rasping gasps and he couldn’t hold back any longer. Sweat was forming on the small of his back and on his forehead, on her chest and stomach underneath him, and he pinned her to the bed with his hips as he came. He opened his eyes and found her smiling up at him, mischief and satisfaction in her eyes.

“So was it a good trip?”

A complex chemical reaction or simple unbridled lust? Whatever it is, it has been my constant torture since he stepped into my life 12 years into my marriage.

I never once seriously considered cheating, until his presence sparked something deep within my sexual being. Awakened and acknowledged, I cannot go back to pretending. He fights against it too, he must also betray another to be with me. But how can you refuse, when your sexual soulmate slips into your life an “I Do” too late…

He rushes into my office and locks the door, my mercurial man. I reach directly for the prize not wasting a single second and chide about his hardness. He smiles ‘that smile’ and says “I just got here.” His presence, that look and every inch of me is on fire.

He caresses my full breasts over the soft purple sweater dress, then traces my hour glass shape and along the side that is so sexy. He reaches to check the status below which is already at Damn Wet!

Out comes Captain now at attention and I immediately welcome him with my tongue. That perfect 7 inch extra thick cock with its beautiful head saying more to me than mere words. He wants me here, now and he can’t wait another second.

I am still not sure how far we’ll go this time, when he whips me around and plunges into me from behind. And he is so right it’s like coming home. We are a perfect match! This feeling of him inside me is exquisite and I understand more why I’m so obsessed to feel it.

I want more, deeper and I turn and move to the edge of the desk. He plunges in again and I raise up to pull him even deeper. Our eyes meet for a second and there it is that electric thing between us. It flows through me like a current.

I pull up my black skin tight boot to just behind his shoulder to gain that extra inch. I love being limber. Oh the things I could do with a bed…

I lay all the way back, and the view must be spectacular because he exclaims “Fuck Yes!” And I feel myself juice again, as his pleasure excites me even more. I close my eyes and luxuriate in the feeling of him filling me up.

He pulls almost out and rims me, pulls all the way out and rubs his magnificent cock over my clit. He rims me again hitting the G Spot. Tantalizing and teasing such intense pleasure, he plunges in again and again. I’m going to lose it. I suddenly pull up, so I don’t shout out.

I see Captain engorged and looking so delicious, I lose how much I want to fuck and ask him if I can suck. The epitome of a dumb question, but my inner vixen is suddenly being polite.

Down I go to his glorious cock. I slowly trace it from bottom to top and lightly circle the tip with my tongue, my favorite move. I feel the responding pulse in his shaft as I do. Oh Damn! How much I love the feel of his cock, even in my mouth!! If only I could get a nice squeeze of the balls to make him really quiver.

I make quick work topside, even sneaking a glance up at him as I do. He starts fucking my powerful sucks and I know it’s building quickly. He gives me his gentle warning he’s coming. I do an extra suck just at the right moment as he’s exploding and I feel his cock double react. It is so warm and sweet with just the hint of tang, simply perfect.

He asks something about “Did that improve my day?” That would improve anyone’s day!

He nods and says “continue” as he makes his way to the door. I don’t remember anything I said, because I am wonderfully dazed by the elusive Green Light, Fuck and Go! YES! YES! YES!

I’m so ready to take that glow and feed off it for where I’m going next. Where’s that blanket? I’m about to majorly combust!!!

I lean back, close my eyes and find my sweet spot. I slip into my glorious hole and feel my soft warm folds brimming with my natural silky lube. I dip in to transfer to the sweet spot. The memory of his cock rubbing across it so fresh, it is like he is still there. The taste of him lingering on my tongue sends me higher.

I replay the whole scene in my head, as my hand almost has a mind of its own. Knowing exactly which way to move and in perfect rhythm to my memory, I feel it building in me. I know immediately it will be a rare squirting orgasm.

I relinquish myself completely to it. Nothing in the world exists in this moment but this extreme pleasure and the images taking me there. I am lost to it, as it builds higher and higher until everything in me explodes. I come in multiple convulsing waves, as it escapes me in a flood. The feeling is beyond any words or description.

Everything stills, while the surreal floating sensation takes over and I again delight in all things that are this thing between him and me. How it drives me to reach that rarest of all orgasms, still in awe at my violently intense reaction to him.

His email in the last minutes of the day says simply “Thank You.” But from me, he has to know something of the orgasm I just had. “Likewise, I’m glad I triple folded the blanket after you left or else I’d be looking for a mop. Incredible, it does this to me”.

I am once again at peace with all parts of me. Vixen is floating above cloud 9 already repeating her favorites scenes over and over and can only manage a “Fuck Yes” in his same intonation. This should keep her content for a long time.

It is hard to be upset with Vicky getting her way when it feels this amazing. She whispers to me again that I am a greater source of pleasure than angst. At this moment, it is hard to argue with such a fantastic fuck now on file.

Just as soon as his apartment door opened, I immediately found myself snugly wrapped in his arms and my lips brushing against mine.

“Hey!” I giggled, surprised at the intensity of his greeting. He only wore boxers and a white shirt.

He held my hand and just the warmth, softness and rugged texture of it made a moan want to rise in my throat. I followed him to the kitchen where he gave me a glass of dark, red wine. I drank half of it and leaned against the counter.

“So Chef Raphael… You won the contest, didn’t you?”

“Yeah,” He gave me a naughty smile. “But tonight’s about you, sweetheart.”

“Oh?” I laughed and looked at him lovingly. It was almost two years ago when we first met at a tour of the Grand Canyons. He was alone as I was so we ended up sticking with each other for the day and then knowing we had a lot in common and then dating and then becoming official. Because he was half Italian he was really attractive with his jet black hair, tanned skin and deep brown eyes. He was lean but muscular. But that also meant he was Catholic. In fact, he only relented to fucking me when we were engaged and when he finished me up the first time he was so guilty that eventually I felt like I was the serpent in that creation story.

But I have to say and accept that he was as uncreative in bed as he was creative in the kitchen. But boy I do love him. Lust I can satisfy in other ways.

“Been doing pastries lately?” I motioned my eyes at a nearby counter where numerous tubes of varied-coloured icings lay.

“Yeah, I’ve been wanting to give someone a cream pie.” He smiled again and it was as if he was undressing me with his stare. My feminine drives were stirred and I felt my skin tingle with excitement. He cornered me and pressed me further against the counter with his weight and then began kissing me, which I should say he was very good at. We drank from each other’s mouths, still planting little kisses whenever we were in desperate need of air and then sucking again at the other’s lips or tongue.

“Tie your hair,” he said, panting. I took the blue handkerchief he offered but gave him a questioning look. He used to say my long wavy tress turned him on. Obediently I tried to tie my hair as best as I could because my hands were shaking with electrifying thrill as he unzipped and pulled down my pants. He did not remove my panties though but instead he put in a large hand of his and began stroking my soft flesh while sealing my lips with his mouth. I jolted a little when he tugged my pubic hairs. We like each other unshaved.

I released his mouth and threw back my head to moan as he entered his finger inside me. He went slowly first, pulling out a little and pushing in again but going deeper and deeper each time. There was a newness with him. He felt hungrier and more savage. I bloody liked it.

He removed his shirt and helped me unbutton mine. We were so clumsy with the buttons so that he simply tore the blouse open. Then he took a step back to examine me from head to feet.

“What are you up to Raph?” I gasped for air, my breast rising and falling.

“Eating you up.” Then he gathered up his icing tubes and headed for his prized mahogany dining table. His chest and abdominal muscles magnetized my nipples to stand and harden as rigid as they possibly can. He motioned me to come and I dashed into his arms and mouth.

His sure hands found their way to unhook my bra and I soon felt my pebble-hard nipples rubbing against his firm chest. I slip my hand into his ass and caressed its plumpness and smoothness. Soon his tongue was on my sternum, sliding down to my navel while his hands also slid down to my hips where he grabbed my panty. He went farther down, pulling my last piece of covering to the floor and then planting kisses on my hairy female organ in adoration.

He positioned me to sit on his kitchen table and spread my legs apart. He dragged a stool at sat right in front of my exposed vagina. Just the way he looked at it, or even just the way he looked, sent shivers down my spine. A wild current went rushing inside my body, exiting through my pussy as a river of fluids.

“Raph…” I spread my legs even wider, kicked my dangling legs in the air, threw my head back and rested my weight against my palms. Instead of warmth and moist, I sensed something cold and soft between and inside me. When I looked, I saw Raph squeezing a tube of white icing between my thighs.

It was crazy and wild, as what I was becoming.

He soon buried his face in his work, sucking at my private parts, licking the sweet icing off. I was wild with pleasure and I could not hold my hips still. My upper body collapsed on the table and I spread my legs even wider. His tongue fondled my clit and even twirled around and inside my vagina. His mouth sipped my organ fluids as his fingers slithered to my boobs and did a damn good squeezing. Pleasure erupted from various sensual points of my body and all I can do was helplessly moan and squirm.

Next thing I know his lips was on mine again and I eagerly kissed him back, feeding on left over icing and even my own juices. He lifted my head and helped me sit up then instructed me to lie down at the table’s full length. Then he proceeded to cover me with his icings, kissing every now and again random parts of my body. I behaved, subduing my wilder nature, letting him do his own course. The cold icing on my tits made me so juicy again between my thighs.

“You didn’t tell me…” He said.

My breathing was ragged as pleasure racked my senses.

“Tell you what?” I chewed on my lower lip to keep me from moaning and writhing.

“That you needed me to satisfy your wild appetite.”

I could not concentrate on what he was saying. I just loved the cold on my breasts. “Fuck me Raph. Fuck me hard.”

“Like I never had.” He bent down to my ear and told me I had to get up. He took my hand again and looked at me so crazily that I wanted to fall down right on the floor and splay my legs as wide as possible. But I knew he was the game master tonight and I will be his play thing.

In the bright light we both stood before a full-body mirror and I wanted to eat up myself with what I saw. It seemed that I wore a red tube top with ruffles and layers and flowers and a red net of icing panty at the bottom. When I was finished looking at myself in admiration, I turned to his reflection in the mirror. He wore a proud grin… and then I noticed that his hand was busy with his erect penis. I flashed him a mischievous smile in the mirror and he smiled back while I felt his free hand squeezing my bare ass. He caressed my back, traced my spine, and applied a light force so that I leaned forward. I felt sorry when the icing top was disfigured as my breasts dangled but soon enough I was lost in the sweet ecstasy of him entering me from behind. He always went gently at first then increasing his momentum, going harder, deeper and louder. I watched my reflection—faced contorted in expressions of pain and pleasure, pendulous breasts swaying frantically. Icing dropped onto the floor, some flying in the air as he violently shook me and pounded on my pussy as he would with his herbs with a pestle.

Then I was locked in his embrace and both our front bodies are covered with messy icing. He pushed me against a wall and ate me from neck to my breasts. He clumsily lifted me up and I instinctively wrapped my legs around his waist. He shakily and slowly headed back to the kitchen table again where he laid me on. He was soon on top of me, running his tongue all over my firm tits. He hungrily stuffed as much of my breast as he could into his mouth and sucked them clean. He went from one to the other, lingering on the nipples, sucking them and fondling them with his tongue. His face was messy with icing, some of which clung to his hair, and I thought I have never seen him more handsome. I was laughing and giggling and pleading and moaning the whole time.

I was very cooperative, letting him do his thing on me.

After he licked almost all my upper body clean, he proceeded with my genitalia. He placed some more icing on his palm and rubbed my organ using slow, soft strokes. He crawled over me, kissed my lips and helped me sit up. Then he squeezed a tube into my palms and casually placed them over his engorged organ. It sent me spinning.

I made him lean on the edge of the table while I massaged his hard penis with the cool, sticky icing. I squeezed his balls and he threw his head back. “Naughty. Very naughty.”

Then I spiralled his dick and excitedly moved my hand over and over the shaft, going from the tip to the base, retracting back some skin. I was so consumed with lewdness that I was gripping more than I should and I can tell from his moan the he was enjoying the pain. Then I swooped down to eat his fat, hard dick. I sucked it like a lollilop and did my blow job with so much energy.

When no sweet icing was left on his male hardness, he rubbed some icing on it again but this time, we exchanged positions. I leaned on the table’s edge and just as he was guiding his frosted organ to enter me, I sat myself on the table and spread my legs as much as I can. He laughed and shook his head and shot me eyes that were consumed with burning fire. I have never seen him that way before.

It must have been the consistency of the icing or my own copious juices but as he pounded me again, there was a funny squishing sound. It was weird at first but I decided that I liked it. I chuckled with amusement and we looked at each other lovingly and shared a wet kiss before he resumed his mighty pace.

“Oh Raph… Oh…” I could feel the insides of my organ sticking to his dick because of the icing. As he moved up and down, the soft flesh would cling and it produced a pleasurable stinging, painful sensation.

He exploded like fireworks inside me and I let out a loud, “Ooooohhh!” He was still inside me as we shared kisses, as he once more stuffed my breast into his warm mouth.

We lay at the table, my head on his chest, his hands tracing the length of my sides, catching our breaths. “You are so wonderful tonight sweetheart,” I said while running lines over his chest with my fingers.

“Like I never was?”

“You were always wonderful.”

He rolled over and turned to face me. His deep brown eyes were so intoxicating. I fell in love with him because he was enthusiastic about life, because he was vibrant and strong and because he possessed a danger in him that he himself did not seem to know. “Tell me about tonight.”

I stared back into his soft, clear eyes. He looked so intent. “Tonight is the best night… so far… because tomorrow who knows what you’ll come up with.”

He kissed me. Oh just his kisses electrified me! “You still up for more? Coz I’m just about to serve the main course.”

His words and voice sent my muscles into spasms.

“You got us the desert first!”

“Oh no. That was just the appetizer. Wait here.”

I lay on the table, one hand twirling a nipple, staring at the ceiling and wondering how we can share dinner again with his family or mine in this table and still keep with a straight face, wondering if fucking could get possibly get better than this… wondering if I woke this wild side of him and then end up feeling again that I was the serpent.

Suddenly he was on top of me, kissing my eyes and nose and licking my ears, whispering something in Italian that I couldn’t make out. I felt aware of his organ resting on my abdomen as it grew stiffer and harder. I raised and danced my waist in circles to rub my skin against his hardness. Then I felt his tip budge the entrance of my cave but as he inched just a little inside, he thrust his fully-engorged organ so suddenly that my vision went momentarily dark. He moaned, I wailed. He went about doing it a little longer, retreating and then sharply thrusting his hardness again. It was new to me and I was scared about its being alien… yet when I looked at my tamer, it was still the same man I loved so much and will love forever.

He resumed the accustomed fast pace as he was nearer to coming, and when he did erupt, it was a nuclear bomb.

After we caught our breaths, he helped me sit up at the edge of the table, this time putting my legs up with knees bent and thighs apart. He then stepped back into a counter with vegetables and went back holding an eggplant.

“May I?”

I panicked a little. Something about what he was proposing to do upset me but I was also feeling so perverted. And I knew this was important for him too. After all, I was his sex slave tonight. So I just bit my lower lip in reply, threw my head back and even further spread my legs apart.

The eggplant felt good but it could not go so fast. The cucumber was great. It had a rough texture that rubbed against my thighs and inner flesh that felt so pleasurably fine. Both vegetables stretched my vagina wider than it ever had and the unexercised membranes felt like they were about to be torn. But it did not prepare me for the corn.

It was big and golden and he attached it to a barbecue stick at the stubby end. He introduced the thing slowly until all of it was inside me. I writhed in pain as my pussy never encountered such stretch before. It was so wide and so deep that my vagina throbbed in pain. My hips were restless, silently crying out in agony. I could not stop moaning. Raph was on top of me again but the damned corn still lay rigidly inside me. He kissed my mouth, muffling my moans while his hands worked on my breasts. He produced a rolling pin and attempted to flatten my breasts over and over.

Then I began to sob and tears slid down my eyes without permission.

“Dear… sweet…” There was alarm in his voice and I felt my pussy relaxing as he was pulling the object out cautiously.

“Raph… Nooo…”

“I’m sorry I just wanted to make you happy…” And he massaged and tickled my delicate female flesh below.



“Put it back…hon”


“Please… Back in…”

Then slowly the pain came again and I writhed and moaned. I felt the hard and pebbled texture inside me go up and down gently. Then it began to speed up a little. I thought I’ll bleed my pussy.

“Ohhhhhhh fuck! Raph, it hurts… Ahhhh…”

Then it went faster and faster, not as fast as he does with his own organ because if it did, poor pussy will be shattered to pieces. Then the corn lay still again but something else hard went inside me. Raph has pushed a laddle’s handle down into my anus.

“Oh Raph… you damn fucker…”

He kissed me and then moved the corn up and down again, picking up its pace faster while at the same time, an odd pressure was inside my asshole.

Then they left me, the laddle first then the corn and I could not and did not want to protest because I was so sore. My head was spinning and my pussy was throbbing with pain. I felt so limp and tired but I still moaned from pleasure as his tongue coated my body with his saliva. He licked my pussy as a feral animal would lick its wound. Then shortly he rode me again with my legs over his shoulders and I revelled in the ecstasy of him being inside me. He was no golden corn but he was my Raph.

I felt myself being carried and then being laid on soft, cool sheets. He entered me again, both to my dismay and pleasure. He did not leave. He wrapped his arms around me, my chest against his, his dick growing bigger and smaller inside me, sometimes jerking with life. I never felt more abused and adored in my entire life.

“I read your diary… I just want to make you happy Hilary,” Something about the way he said it creeped me out but I was just as crazy for him as he was for me. “I love you so much sweetheart.” He pressed his thighs deeper into mine and his dick wriggled inside me.

Almost inaudibly he said, “I love you Hilary.”

My nipples hardened in reply.

I tried to tell him I loved him more but I was too weak to speak. I thought all I sounded was a low hiss.

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