0 comments/ 15576 views/ 0 favorites Road Map By: catmajica she laid there...silently. the only noise that could be heard in the room was the sound of her heartbeat. it was beating fast but coming down. she was on her stomach, her head buried in the pillow on the couch. she could feel the streaks her tears had left drying on her cheeks. her mind was racing. what had she done? what had she let him do? he had asked her if she could take anything. of course she had said yes. she wanted him, badly. she wanted him to do all the things he had told her he had done to so many others. made them cry....she wanted him to make her cry. she wanted to feel him days after they had finished with their violent act. lying on the couch, on her stomach her desires had become a reality. she could still feel him, she did cry. oh, how her body was still pulsating hours after he had left her there, ripped apart, bloody, swollen. yes, her mind was racing...how could it not be? with the feeling of his sex still inside her, if she moved just right she could get off over and over and over... she spread her legs; one went over the back of the couch, the other slightly grazed the floor. she reached back and felt her ass. first, she just rubbed the sore spots of her supple cheeks. he had beat her very well...she could still feel the warmth of each hit. then, she took a few of her fingers and spread her cheeks apart. she took in a quick sharp breath, it was still raw, even after all these hours had passed. for a moment she was nervous. what if he had permanently scarred her? what if he had done some real damage? as quickly as these thoughts had popped into her mind, however, they left, like wisps of smoke. she didn't care about the consequences, even if for a moment those consequences seemed dire. her lust and curiosity now firmly gripping her mind and body she went hunting for the source of pleasure she had achieved with him. she slowly stuck one long finger into her asshole. she clenched...she was still very swollen. clenching, however, just added to the discomfort so she took a deep breath, exhaled, and put another finger into her asshole. in and out she went for a few minutes. it was a pleasurable sensation...it just was not on par with what she had experienced earlier with him. how can he be so adept at making me cum, she asked herself. somewhat furious at the fact that she couldn't make herself cum she decided to turn over and play with her pussy. he had taken an extreme amount of pleasure in making her cum over and over again. he had used his fingers, his tongue, mouth and of course his dick. she had never cum so much in her life. some of her orgasms seemed impossible to top. but as soon as she thought this he had found some new way to make her cunt flow with her sweet, pungent pleasure. he had fed it to her, she remembered this vividly as she fingered herself. he had masturbated her and then fed her her own nectar. he had shoved his slick dick in her mouth after he had finished fucking her with it. she remembered how differently she tasted on him. with the memories of earlier swimming around in her head she reached orgasm. it was satisfying, she did cum. something was missing, though. she felt insatiable. she was hungry for more. an awful thought had entered her mind. it suddenly occurred to her that she might never be able to satisfy herself completely ever again. he had ruined her for anyone else as well. she felt shaken to her core, tears of frustration welled up in her eyes. what if he never touched me again she asked herself, frightened at the prospect of never knowing such painful pleasure ever again. her tears ran down the sides of her face into her hair. she was upset...and fell asleep with her brow furrowed and an uneasy feeling running through her entire ravaged body. when she awoke again she realized she had slept for hours for the sun was no longer making playful shadows on the floor of his apartment. no, it was pitch black. she was annoyed with herself. she hadn't meant to stay there for so long. she wanted to avoid him, didn't want to give the pleasure the downright satisfaction of knowing that she needed him so, needed his cock, and his rought touch. she got up, her movements were slow, she moved as if she had been drugged. completely turned around in the dark she bumped into every piece of furniture and every wall of his apartment. she felt around for a light switch but just could not seem to find one. her eyes became more adjusted to the darkness and she stopped feeling around and took a moment to gain her composure. standing in the darkness, naked, her mind and body bruised, she laughed at herself. she was being silly. realizing she was just off the hall to the bedroom and bathroom she made her way to the bedroom to retrieve her clothing and leave this place. in the bedroom she found a light near the bed. it was just enough luminescence for her to find her belongings. she took her time...her head was still heavy with memories of her encounter with him earlier. she slipped on her panties, her bra...as she was pulling up her stockings she thought she heard something, or rather, felt something. she went into the hall and called out. no answer. she went into the bathroom. flicking on the light she stood there confronted with her reflection. her eyes were puffy from so much crying...her lip was swollen from where he had bitten it over and over again. with only her undergarments on, she could see every place his hands, his mouth, any part of him had been on her body. far from being frightened by the marks on her body, she was completely fascinated she touched them, her fingertips gingerly grazing over each and every handprint, bite mark, bruise, cut. she stared at herself. entranced by the roadmap of fucking he had left on her body. done with the bathroom she made her way back down the hall to his bedroom...the light was off. she hadn't turned it off, had she, she thought to herself. ready to leave, she made her way to the lamp so she could finish getting dresses. before she could make it to the bedside table, she was stopped by a feeling of being watched. her body stiffened...she knew she was not alone. she could feel someone behind her. her fear turned into a sudden wild desire. she wanted it to be him. she hoped he intended on ravaging her again, here and now, in the dark. she stood still...then movement from the opposite side of the room. there being no windows in his bedroom she could not see a thing. she felt a presence right behind her, she could hear his steady breaths. she knew it was him...suddenly, a hand was around her waist, gripping her violently, another hand went over her mouth. she was somewhat frightened. she knew it was him, though. the sense deprivation of not being able to see probably added to her fear, but the taste of his hand reassured her that this was him and not some random stranger. he threw on the bed and climbed on top of her spreading her legs apart. she fought him out of reflex. this only added to his fury. he hadn't said a word to her...just abrupt movements and rough handling of her body was all he was using to communicate with her. he revisited all the places he had touched earlier. this time around her tears came early. her body was still so raw and unhealed from their earlier rendezvous that each touch was almost like a searing red-hot poker. she wanted it...yes, she yelled out for him to stop...yes, she pushed and shoved at him...but all of these gestures were empty...she knew she could not make him stop...she knew her fighting him only riled him up. he turned her over on her stomach, pulling her up so she was on her knees. she felt the head of his prick pierce through the soft, supple tissue her of her asshole. she gasped...he was all the way in slamming her, moving her hips with his one hand, grasping her breasts with the other. she started to mover her hips in rhythm to his cock. she was punching her ass up onto his sex. she could tell from the low guttural sound he made that he liked this. she had to use one arm to steady herself but the other she was able to maneuver to her pussy. she began playing with herself, feeling the wetness between her legs. she took his hand that was violently circling her breasts and put it between her legs. he grew harder in her, his movements more violent. she couldn't think straight. the pleasure and the pain were so intense she felt her eyes roll back in her head. she came, hard, all over his hand. he shoved his fist inside her sloppy cunt and she yelled out. he punched at her insides. she squirmed, it hurt so bad, she thought. tears were now freely flowing down the sides of her face. they were hot and irritating, if nothing else, to her pride. still, this is what she had wanted...she had asked him to make her cry. she had asked him what had he done to make all the other cry. he had answered her. she felt his fist leave her cunt. she smelled it near her face. he opened her mouth with one of his fingers and put the rest of his long, strong fingers into her mouth. he was feeding her. she sucked on his fingers, greedily. the taste and smell of her sex making her drunk. he removed his fingers from her mouth and caressed her face. he felt the tears still flowing from her eyes. he came hard, and long in her ass, on her ass, on her back, flipping her over, he came on her stomach. he pressed his body to hers, his cum and her cum making them both slippery. the smell of violent, sex filled the room. he kissed her face, letting the taste of her salty, warm tears wash over his lips and then to his tongue. he stared at her, looking into her eyes. although, it was dark, her eyes were bright and shiny from all the crying she had done. he smiled wickedly, it didn't matter that she couldn't see it...soon enough she would know what was behind that wicked smile... Road Maps We are riding in the car back to my house from your college. It is a long ride, up two 4 lane highways nearly deserted at this hour, save for the behemoth piloted by an insomniac trucker or a Mercedes sedan driven by a man rushing back from his lover's house in the city before his wife notices he is gone. Developments dot the hills on the west side of the highway; they flicker like little candles as their lights and flicked on an off. Whenever there is silence, I think of what they are doing up there, wonder how they can possibly live up there when everything beautiful in the world is currently curled up in the passenger seat. We are headed back at 90, then 95—I accelerate so as not to scare you, for I must get you home as soon as I can, I cannot bear it, cannot tolerate the pent up two weeks of desire. You notice. You always notice. You unfurl your frame, arching your back like a cat, smiling, reaching out to my crotch and rubbing the hardness you feel with your soft palm. "My my, is this all for me?" you laugh. I continue to drive, hands gripping the cracked leather of the steering wheel, foot pushing harder on the accelerator. We hit 100 as you unhook my belt with a deft movement, twisting your wrist to grab a firm hold of my cock. I shudder, and one drip of pre-cum leaks out of me. You pull your hand back, and lick the back of it. "Aw, someone can't wait," you say. I take a moment to look at you. They are quick glances, I cannot keep my eyes away from the road too long, but even in snatches you are breathtaking. You are dressed in a sheer black dress, it clings to your breasts, still wet from a recent shower. A golden necklace looks like a flame against your dark brown skin—I follow the chain up to your neck, from your neck to your chin, to your soft lips, to your slender nose, to your brown eyes, to the jet black hair carelessly swept behind the seat rest. As I look at you, you push up your dress, and show me your panties quickly—they are pink, and I want nothing more to rip them off, with both hands, to tear them apart, to make sure that they never separate my body from yours ever again. I nearly miss the exit. My car accelerates out of the semicircle on ramp, and I hammer on the gas. You gasp as it leaps forward, and I take a left out of town. "Sweetie, you wanted to take the next left, this one goes..." "Shut up," I say, not taking my eyes off the wheel. Even I am surprised by the coarseness of my voice; but you merely laugh, the sound of a thousand toy bells shining. "Of course, darling," you say, with a touch of sarcasm, and you settle against your seat. I pull into a residential road, and then another, until the distance between street lights is nearly half a mile. I wait until a man drinking a nightcap on the closest house's porch retreats inside, and I pull you into the back of the car. You try to speak but I press my mouth against yours, drowning your protests with deep, voracious kisses. I pin your wrists together above your head as our tongues dart into each other's mouth. You taste warm, shockingly so; it is the taste of rushing into your house after 2 hours in snow. It is terrifyingly erotic, and before I know it I have pushed off my jeans and pushed up your skirt. I kiss your neck now, each side, pressing against the veins up and down, biting down hard enough to make you cry out but soft enough so that you forget it moments later. I kiss down to your cleavage, to your two soft breasts—one hand cups them, one mouth devours them, they are hot and warm and urgent and lovely. It is not long before you are topless, and my hand moves from your breasts to the space between your legs. "You're like a furnace," I mutter, and you laugh again. For a moment, I am mad—is this funny—but when I look back you panties are dangling around your wrist and you push my head down. I kiss the strip of hair you have left unshaved, and then I kiss the inside of your thighs. They are a lighter brown than the rest of you; I always thought that that meant that you tasted sweeter there. I alternate kisses and bites, nibbling and biting with ferocity until I reach your beautiful pussy. I place one kiss on your clit. "Please..." is all you can manage, and I press my tongue into your folds. You buck your hips, but I push you back down, you are sweating and sliding against the seat as my tongue pushes into you. I can taste you, salty and sweet, and I keep licking and kissing and nibbling until I drive my tongue into you, rhythmically, and you shudder, thrusting my face deeper into your crotch as you ride your orgasm to completion. Anyway walking by the car now would see it gently rocking and foggy; as if the entire cabin were covered with cloud cover. You climb on top of me. It is from this angle that I truly appreciate your beauty, that I realize that thousands of events had to come together to create something so beautiful. Your nose is crooked, the result of running into a piece of furniture when you were a child. There is a roadmap of burns and scars on your south Indian skin; I can navigate them like the streets and alleys of my childhood. You are beautiful, and then you are naked, your dress pulled up over your head. Soon I am naked too, your hands unbuttoning my shirt and pressing against my abdomen, grabbing my calf muscles, ripping off my dress shoes and shirt, my pants long since discarded. Your mouth wraps around my long cock; two, three pumps with your hands and then you are gagging on it. It is quick, just an introduction—you are just making it as wet as you can. Sure enough, soon you crawl on top of me, and slide onto me. The moment of entrance is impossible to describe—I have to clench my eyes not to cum on contact as your legs and ass rock against my hips, I pull you deeper in, forcing your chest against mine. I rock into you, sliding my entire length in and out, clawing your back, and making new scars that I will travel later tonight. Harder, you whisper and then I am lifting my hips and slamming into you, I remember that you begin to moan and scream and then I feel your warm cum run down my cock. You fall down onto me, with one move I slide you over without removing myself from you, now I am on top and your hands grab my biceps, forcing me into you at your pace. I start slowly, but then I pick up speed, we rock with the car and I can feel it straining against the E-Brake. You cum again, and then again when I slide you onto your side, rubbing your clit while I pound into you. I look out the windows, can barely make out a point of light far away representing a streetlight—and I unlock the doors. Your eyes widen in fear; I slide out of the door and drag you out. Before you can protest, I fling your body against the cold aluminum of the car, your ass is covered bite and scratch marks red against the cold autumn air. I slide into you, and you scream this time—a light goes on across the street. I continue to pound you, grabbing your hips, forcing you to beg for me to enter before I continue. I increase speed, the head of my cock passing the lips of your pussy each time I rock back and forth. I give your ass a quick slap, hold on to your breasts and rock the entirety of my body as hard as I can against you. You cum once, then twice, three times, four times in as many minutes before you nearly pass out. It is almost time now; I know I can't bear it any longer. I pick you up, easily, and lay you across the hood of the car. My bare ass between the headlights, I slide into your wet pussy. It is truly a sight to behold—your hair splayed out behind you, fingers pinching your own nipples, you flat stomach contracted and hard, your legs wrapped around me, drawing me in. I pump in and out. "Are you close?" I ask, and you nod, biting your lip, moaning my name in my ear. I drive faster, just as you reach the brink I feel a pressure building in my cock—I hold as long as I can, but soon I am exploding, emptying everything into you. IT lasts a few moments, but it feels like I could live a lifetime while I shoot my cum deep inside you. As I pull out, my full load of cum rolls down the side of your legs. I kiss your lips, whisper that I love you, and ask you to get into the car. You open the seat, and as you slip on your dress and I my jeans, I look out of the window. There is a man enjoying his nightcap, and I as I look, he raises his hand, two fingers pressed against his head, as if to salute us for a job well done.