1 comments/ 40353 views/ 2 favorites Penetration By: Cattypuss This is a continuation of my submission “An Afternoon’s Punting”. It had been a long day and the 3-hour drive home seemed interminable. The storm broke and it got dark and we were driving in torrential rain. I was impatient to get home – initially to see what Chris’s ‘plans’ had been, but, as the journey wore on, just to get a hot meal and then some sleep. Finally, around 9 pm, we arrived home. We went straight out to the little Italian restaurant over the road and both found we were too tired to eat all our food. We left and went straight to bed. I had not forgotten Chris’s plans – whatever they were – but half of me hoped he would carry them out the next day, as the idea of just going to sleep was so attractive. We held each other in bed for a while. I started feeling sleepy. Then I felt Chris’s hand, stroking my breast gently and almost absent-mindedly. He must have been feeling sleepy too. I snuggled in closer to him and smiled. I could feel my nipple stiffening under his touch and getting more sensitive. So could he. His hand moved down my body, sleepily. He stroked my thighs and ran his fingers over my shaved lips. Less sleepily. I couldn’t help opening my legs. He pushed two fingers deep into me and stroked my g-spot. I was getting wet. I realised I was moving against him. But part of me just wanted to drift off to sleep with his fingers inside me, stroking me. Then he touched my clitoris and that changed my mind. I moaned out and immediately he took his hand away. He put his fingers back inside me and carried on stroking my g-spot. I was moaning for more now. I wanted his cock buried deep inside me, his body on top of mine, his long hair brushing my face as he looked down on me. “I want you inside me”. “Not yet. I want you right on the edge first”. I needed his cock in me. If not in my cunt, then in my mouth. “Let me suck you”. “No”. He stroked and massaged my g-spot until I was streaming with arousal. I knew this wasn’t going to make me come, but it was getting me close and it felt soooooooo good. It made me want to BEG him to fuck me. But I knew there was no point in asking again. I found myself lifting my hips to try and get more of him in me. All I could see in my mind was his hard, long cock and my palpable need to be fucked by it. By the time I was whimpering and bucking my hips against him, Chris was ready to give me more. He gently stroked my rock-hard clitoris just twice, then moved until he was over me and pushed his cock slowly into my dripping cunt. When he was buried deep in my belly, he held himself there for a while. I could feel my cunt twitching involuntarily around his cock. My head and my body were filled with an overwhelming sense of relief. He had made me wait so long for the penetration I needed that when he gave it to me I wanted him to stay there forever. He kissed my mouth. I moaned into his mouth and he started moving again, slowly, filling me and stroking me with his cock. He had indeed got me close to the edge before he started fucking me. I knew that his slow, gentle rhythm was going to make me come on him soon. I didn’t want to. I wanted to prolong this and I wanted to feel his cock pulsing as he came inside me. I tried to push him away. “Wait – I’m close”. He pushed my hand away from his hip and said “Good”. He started pumping me faster and suddenly I no longer had the will to try and make him wait. I came around his cock, holding onto him tight, burying my face in his neck, bucking against him. He held himself deep inside me, not moving, until he had felt the last of the aftershocks squeezing his cock. Chris didn’t move for a while. He let me catch my breath. Then he started kissing me. Those gentle, shallow, teasing mouth-kisses that make me very aroused. I wanted him to fuck me again but at the same time I wanted him to give me a while longer to recover from my orgasm. Very gently, very slowly, he started moving inside me again. Short, slow, almost comforting strokes. My clitoris was still hyper-sensitive from the orgasm, and the feeling of his body touching it as he slowly fucked me was a combination of extreme arousal and almost-pain. Soon, I was moving against him, responding to his slow, easy rhythm. He lifted one of my legs and put my ankle against his shoulder so that I was lying under him, my hips skewed sideways. He started moving in me again. It felt like he was fucking me sideways. The feeling was incredible. Total penetration, pushing against the side of my cunt, deep inside me. I was getting close again. I still wanted him to come inside me but I knew by now he was in control of who was going to come and when. I started moving my hips against him harder. I wanted to come on a cock that was fucking me deep and hard. It didn’t take long. I bit my lip and tried not to make a noise as the intense orgasm ripped though me. He let me lower my shaking leg from his shoulder onto the bed. But he didn’t stop fucking me. Hard and deep. I was crying out now – the intensity of him fucking me like that prolonged my orgasm until I wanted to beg him to stop. Then suddenly he groaned and thrust himself to the hilt inside my tight, still-coming cunt and I could feel his cock pulsing inside me as he filled me with his cum. He collapsed onto me and we held each other. He stayed inside me for a long time. I didn’t want him to go. It felt so good just having him inside me. Eventually he pulled his soft cock out of me and we just held each other for a while. I had a slight ache in my belly from the deep penetration. An ache I knew from experience would still be there the next day. An ache that would prolong that feeling of having been well and deeply fucked, all through my day at work. An ache that would keep a gentle smile on my lips through tomorrow’s meetings. As we drifted off to sleep, I was full of warmth and love. I held the man, now snoring gently, who – amazingly – consistently – makes me feel like I’m having the best sex I’ve ever had, every time. Penetration This story is for entertainment only. It contains adult oriented material and descriptions of explicit sex. This is a work of fiction. The acts and characters contained within are fragments from the depths of my Apperceptive Mass and have no basis in fact. I was having great erotic dream, young again petting at the drive-in with a cheer leader from my high school. Funny how dreams are you can accomplish the most impossible conquests that you missed when you were young. She was jacking me off and I was getting hard as young jack rabbit in heat. Then she had me flat on my back and a clock radio buzzer went off…oh Judas …let me finish this dream…I hit the snooze bar keeping my eyes shut…trying to get back to my place in the dream… It seemed hopeless…the cheerleader my dreams had slipped away. “Penetration, Penetration!” a voice called. “Penetration?” Someone was jacking me off still …was I still dreaming? I opened my sleepy eyes when I felt my prick being engulfed warm wet slippery tunnel. “PENETRATION!” Earlene wailed as she slipped up and down on my rampant member with increasing enthusiasm. “ Hi sleepy head, guess your Viagra worked huh?” I reached up and grabbed both her boobs and milked her little nipples until they hardened. “Your better than my alarm clock, baby “ I told her as I pulled her down to my chest inviting those jiggling titties to graze on my bare skin. “You woke me up talking in your sleep and I decided to see if that blue pill you took at 2 am was working yet” Earlene explained. “ You were getting so hard that I didn’t want to waste it.” “ What’s this Penetration stuff?” I questioned again. “What do you think it is, Robbie?” “Duhh.” she said as pulled up into an upright position again riding me like a kid on a pogo stick. Earlene’s pussy juice was oozing down my cock and heating up the spongy head of my pink invader. I grabbed her milk white thighs and buttocks with both hands pulling her up and down burying the plum of my prick deeper with each thrust. I must have hit her G-spot because Earlene’s pussy began to squeeze tightly on my cock and I couldn’t hold my load much longer….” Are you going to …..?” Her face contorted in passion and answered the question with a passion loaded moan. I had no more questions because felt my hot shot of cum raising like lava and spraying into her Cock- sucking cunt. The gush from dick head was the trigger that she was waiting for, as she felt eruption, she came moaning with a crescendo to a banshee wail…… ending in “Oh…baby…Love!” “Once is not enough! “ Earlene announced as climbed off me and began cleaning my still rampant cock with her nasty slippery tongue. “ I going to give you something special this morning baby” she continued reaching over for the sex lube and jamming a glob of the slick stuff up my unsuspecting butt hole. “Roll over on your side Robbie, so I can suck your pecker as I’m finger fucking your hiney hole” she instructed. Sucking on my cock enthusiastically Earlene pushed one and then two fingers into my widened butt trumpet in an attempt to erect my waning pecker , however my bladder was full and I had to pee. “ I gotta go baby!” I announced as I wiggled out her sensual sex trap and headed toward the toilet. Wrapping her arms around me, she pulled me back down on our bed. “Damn it! let me make a pit stop first Hot Stuff. “ I pleaded as my bladder demanded its morning relief. “What if you can’t get your hard-on back again?” she queried with disappointment in her tone. “I ‘m sure you will find a way to resurrect Spikey from the dead when I get back." I encouraged as I left to drain the lizard. Returning to the bed I found Earlene laying on her left side with her buttocks facing me. She was snapping her fanny cheeks with a little black leather cat-o-nine tails. Pouting as she looked over her shoulder Earlene explained, “ I’ve been really bad girl and I need to be punished.” “ Robbie, whip my naughty butt baby! ” As I climbed on the bed she positioned her self face down over a pile of pillows displaying her ample bottom to me. I took the black leather whip and snapped it once , twice, and trice on her waiting white tush. She squirmed and whimpered.” Honey whip my bottom, Oh honey love, it hurts so good!” I pulled her reddened creamy white buns apart observing her wrinkled anal orifice as it squirmed and winked at me as I snapped the black leather on her butt. Hmm…Interesting. Earlene was really enjoying the little tattoo that I was beating on her squirming bottom. Her nasty asshole’s relaxing and quenching was offering a naughty invitation for exploration. I dipped the braided leather handle into the jar of sex grease on the table beside the bed. Spreading her cheeks again I gently pushed the whip handle into Earlene’s dark tunnel. As her bum widened to accept the leather invader, I began to work the black whip handle in and out slowly letting her bottom savor every little bump as they massaged her clenching anal ring. “ Oh Baby, fuck my nasty bottom! ” Earlene encouraged as she reached between her legs and began to rub her Kitty Clitty as she called it. The Viagra iron was returning to my pecker. The one eyed monster was definitely getting interested in the hiney hole drilling that the whip was giving Earlene’s greasy rosebud. “Are you ready for something bigger and better?” I asked pulling on a condom and coating it with a liberal amount of KY jelly. “Fuck me , Fuck me, And Fuck My Bottom!” Earlene agreed with growing excitement. I positioned Spikey against her slightly gaping nether hole and said “ Baby, just relax and push back a little. I’ll do everything.” Earlene squealed as I began to push, probe, and finally enter her tight hole. She began to moan and massage her clit harder as her anus slowly opened and accepted my hardening cock. “Oh you’re so big in my bottom.” She observed slowly pushing back to get Spikey as far up her as she could. “Oh Robbie , go slow baby.” As I began a slow thrust in and out, Earlene met each penetration with a return movement. “ Harder, Harder, Fuck me harder Spikey! “ Earlene chanted as I began drilling her ever wider gaping tailpipe harder , faster and deeper. “ How’s that for penetration?” I said as plunged my piston into bottom of her anal cylinder with a lusty thrust. Her ass hole answered the question as it tightened down on my cock like a milking machine. Deep down in my in the lower plumbing of my crown jewels, a hidden load pearly baby gravy found it’s way to mouth of my latex sheathed love sword. “ Oh Baby-Love!” I gasped coming a second time…much to my surprise and pleasure. “Perfect Penetration!” Earlene exclaimed as she rolled over to catch her breath…………… …………………..Judas Chrisman …! ………………………………. Does that woman ever Know How to Melt my Butter! ……………………….. Whether you liked it or not, please let me Know ….feedback is what makes starving writers Grow…..the instant gratification of a your Vote turns writers on! ….Stroke me..! Penetration I had known him for several years, and in that time we had become quite good friends sharing many common interests and enjoying time spent together alone and with friends. It was because of our closeness that I selected him as the first to take my ass. This was a much considered decision on my part as I had mixed feelings about having a cock in my ass at all. On one hand I had heard all the horrible things, mostly of the pain, that were associated with someone getting fucked in the ass. At the same time I had heard of the vivid pleasures many receive from that very same action. My dilemma was intrigue of the pleasure but fear of the pain. Some others I knew told me that in their intimate time with him he was always gentle, caring, and considerate when that was required, but when the need was for rough, pounding, insensitive fucking he was willing and capable of providing that also. Whatever was needed by his partner he gave willingly before he satisfied his own carnal needs. The one thing each of those people agreed on was at the end he always reverted to his gently, caring, and considerate ways. I knew he was the right person to approach about taking my anal virginity; an occurrence I had resisted for many years. Some may ask why now, and I can not fully explain because I do not fully understand the signals from my psyche. It came as if a cloud was lifting that suddenly I was very curious about this aspect of human sexuality I had passed by. He was caught off guard when I approached him with my request. Over the years he had on occasion tried to initiate a more intimate relationship with me and I had always refused. I explained as best I could and he thought about it for a few days before giving me his answer. A caveat he applied was I must fully place my trust in him and have total faith he would try his very best to provide me a painless, pleasurable experience. The table of being off guard was turned when he asked me: "What do you know of anal sex? I mean what is the image that enters your mind when you say ass fucking or similar terms." I had not thought of it in those terms and was unprepared to answer his questions. In a very forthright manner, neither judgmental nor condescending he spoke: "Until you have a clear image in your mind of what you expect it is not a good idea to proceed. Go investigate and come back when you are ready." For the next two weeks I pursued what avenues I could to find the answers. I spoke with friends of their anal experiences. Some loved it while others said they would never do it again. No one said the practice was wrong; those with negative opinions simply said they did not find it enjoyable. Another source of information was written in the forms of journals and literature. A last vehicle was popular pornography. I again visited my friend telling him I now had answers to his questions. To the first I gave a detailed explanation describing the challenges involved to prepare the anal sphincter to accept the passage of a penis initially moving in the wrong direction. I explained the need for lubrication, and how if done correctly did not have to involve pain or discomfort. To the second question I told him of my desire to avoid pain and how I wanted this event to prove only enjoyable. "You will have exactly that. Remember I am the guide. Arrive here Saturday evening ready for a new experience, and when it is time do everything as I instruct." When I departed he handed me written instructions on how to clean my bowel. "You may want to do it differently in the future, but for the first time let us not complicate matters with your feces." On the way home I purchased the enemas and other bowel cleaning substances, and on Friday evening after reading the package directions began the regimen he had directed. I walked up the sidewalk to his house with an empty bowel and what I thought boded poorly; a raw anal opening. The enemas and laxatives had done a thorough job, but at the cost of multiple cleanings of the sensitive membranes guarding the entry to my ass. When we were seated in his living room he spoke in a gentle reassuring manner: "Tonight is for your ass. I will focus solely on actions and techniques to bring you pleasure there. I will not touch any other erogenous area; maybe in the future, but not tonight. Are you ready? ....... Stand, take off your clothes, then follow me." I arose and began to disrobe. As my body was exposed he complimented me and commented how long he had wanted to view me in this natural state. When the last piece fell to the floor he guided me to a room I perceived immediately was solely for sex in all its shapes and forms. "This is my play room and while there is much here that may frighten you please do not be alarmed. Sex has many dimensions; too many to address without the proper accoutrements. In that corner we will find what we need for this evening." In the corner, atop a large soft pad was a very unusual appearing ottoman. It was carefully constructed to provide the person lying over it complete comfort while at the same time, so it proved later, positioned the receiver at the ideal height for his member to enter their body. "Before you take your position do you want to do this bound or unbound? You may find it easier to relax if you are bound. If it makes you feel uncomfortable I will release you." I thought for just a moment then indicated bound. "Lay across extending your hands as far toward the floor as possible." Once in position he applied shackles to each of my extremities locking me in this vulnerable position. The room temperature was comfortable and without drafts. To aid the ambiance he had soft instrumental jazz playing on the stereo at a volume neither harsh to the ear nor difficult to hear. The sweet scent of ripe peaches permeated the room; a scent he knew I was particularly fond of. My position on the ottoman was not completely comfortable with my head hanging low and when I told him he provided a padded stand on which I could rest my head and upper body. After I was repositioned he again shackled my wrists. All was ready. "This is the last I will speak to you. From now on my touches will convey all that is necessary. You may speak as you please." I do not know what I expected, but it certainly was not what I received. A soft, wet, warm cloth began at my left ankle and moved upward washing me. He did an area at a time never allowing me to experience a chill and at the same time relaxing me. I needed this caring attention because despite my outward appearance I was very tense. His awareness did much to ease my anxiety and increase my confidence in him. He washed and dried my entire exposed backside with one exception; he did not approach my anal opening. As his next task he began to lightly caress my lower legs with his hands. Not too hard and not to soft; the touches neither scraped nor tickled. He ran his hands along my legs feeling each surface, curve, and bend. Nothing escaped his touch, and as he moved toward the bottom of my buttocks his hands stroked deep to the inside of my thighs, but not deep enough or high enough to touch any other sexual part. Upward he continued massaging each buttock cheek with firm, powerful strokes, but then he backed away leaving me wanting. Where had he gone and why? In a moment he returned drizzling warm oil on to my back. The oil was so close to body temperature I almost missed its presence, but it was there and the passage of his hands on my back was smooth; almost without friction. From top to bottom and side to side he massaged the tension and stress from my back. I have no concept of how long he kneaded my muscles just as I can not identify a point in time where he again squeezed my butt cheeks. The transition was effortless and unalarming, but this time there was a difference as fingers on each hand stroked the length of the crease between my cheeks. If this was a normal massage such an action would have no significance, but this was not a normal massage. Instantly I became acutely aware of his every move, but he proceeded as if nothing had changed and continued rubbing oil onto my backside. Once again at my legs he applied the warm oil to each and every surface first moving down one leg then down the other with creeping slowness at each progression. As he completed the second leg he immediately began to move upward in the same manner. I was so comfortable I am sure I napped through most of his actions as I have no memory of what he did until again his fingers moved along my butt crease, but this time my relaxation was such I did not flinch or react in any way. One more time he stepped away to gather warm oil that he poured directly onto my buttocks. It may have been moments or maybe hours that he pressed the oil into my skin, I could not tell you, but then another change occurred; his fingers began to massage my anus. Gently, softly, unobtrusively his fingers found their way to my ass and with direct contact prepared it for the next step. I might have tensed a little bit, but it was momentary as I quickly perceived no threat of pain or discomfort. His index fingers alternated in rubbing directly over the aperture pressing slightly downward as they passed. It was never deep, but it was deep enough that I recognized the difference and I welcomed it. So much so that as his fingers passed I tried to elevate my buttocks and force the digit deeper. I was beginning to crave penetration. He knew my need better than I; just as he knew how to heighten the sensations and increase my desire. The progression was slow as he gradually involved more and more of his fingers. Now as a unit the four fingers on each hand rubbed across the anal opening. Sometimes slow, sometimes very slow the fingers passed feeling the different texture of the skin and the tightness of the ring beneath where it had begun to loosen. A finger unit began its downward pass but then stopped over my opening. It did not try to push inward, but neither did it move onward. The hand shifted slightly and a wonderful event happened; one oiled finger slipped past the sphincter. One of his fingers was able to feel the inside of my bowel. The sensations were many including interesting, pleasant, strange, but among them was neither uncomfortable nor painful. The finger was still for just a moment then instead of withdrawing as I expected he began to move it in a circle slightly opening the gate a little bit each time around. The invading digit seemed to swirl within the confines of the anal band applying almost imperceptible pressure to gradually enlarge the opening. It swirled and swirled and felt so very good and then it was gone. He slipped the finger from its warm borders and almost instantly replaced it with something totally unexpected. I sensed his face near my bottom then his lips encircled my asshole and his tongue penetrated as deep as it could into the dark void. The feeling, for the few moments it lasted, was exquisite, but then like the finger it was gone. I wanted to protest, but the fingers returned again repeatedly passing slowly over the opening. On each pass I attempted to lift my buttocks to capture a digit and force it into my butt, but on each pass I was denied. By way of this denial he succeeded in making the point that he was in charge, and when he was confident I had learned the lesson he slyly slipped two fingers into the gap moving them in and out providing an entirely new sensation. My asshole was relaxed and easily accepting the digits when he inserted an equal number from the other hand. I now had four large fingers moving randomly in, out, forward, backward, and around the sphincter. Sublime is a very accurate word for the feelings I was experiencing. It was not my most intense sexual experience to date, but it was wonderful in a unique manner. The feeling was amazing, but that changed to breathtaking as he successively slipped one, two, three, and finally the fourth of his remaining fingers into my ass. I found it extremely interesting to monitor the reactions of my body to this mammoth intrusion. My primary reaction was bliss as pleasure wave after pleasure wave wafted over my body. All this fun was too good to last as he rapidly, but smoothly removed his fingers. I did not want them to go, but sensed another step was nearing. This time the step was focused by an object that was hard, wide, cylindrical, and long. The end of his cock bounced on my cheek as the moment of finality arrived. I was on the cusp of no longer being an Asshole Virgin, and the cusp was passed as he slowly pushed his cock inward. At the orifice opening his cock met with no resistance because I was already stretched wide by his fingers, but the hole was rapidly closing and the passage was not without some opposition. Inward the cock pressed not allowing the sphincter to contract until the corona of his prick was passed. Then, and only then, did my anal band comfortably tighten on his penile shaft. With the head lodged in my rectum the passage of the shaft was pleasurable and uneventful. I could feel as millimeter after millimeter slid through the ring making its way up my rectal path. It was comforting to know he would not encounter anything distasteful; there was no feces remaining in my body. He pressed onward until the front of his thighs mashed against the backs of my legs. He pressed onward until no more of his cock remained unsheathed. He waited. After an eternity he began to withdraw his sexual rapier. Slowly, so very slowly he retracted from his thrust to the depths of my body. The outward passage presented similar yet at the same time different sensations. This motion was much the same as passing a large turd when it is pleasing to do so. He continued outward until his entire cock was free. At the end of his withdrawal he paused before checking his alignment and again pushing inward. The pace was notably quicker making the perceived sensations more intense. A similar awareness existed as he pulled his cock from my rectum at an increased pace this time not fully exiting but rather leaving the head on the inside. With all the sensations hammering my senses I mentally kicked myself for not participating in this pleasurable experience earlier. It was different than conventional sex. The feelings were different coming from a different locus, but they were as pleasurable and intense as any I had ever known previously. The sensations mounted as he picked up the pace and force of both his inward and outer movements. He must have sensed my growing passion. Maybe it was the tenseness of my body or maybe it was my yelling: "Don't stop! Don't stop! Oh, god, please don't ever stop fucking my ass!" Regardless of the reason he intensified his efforts and I responded by attaining orgasm in a manner I had never known before. That cum was as intense as any I had ever previously experienced. A cock moving in and out of my ass had caused me to cum, and had in that moment opened for me a new vista of sexuality. The sensations went a step further as I felt his cock grow in my ass then erupt shooting shot after copious shot of his hot juices on to the interior walls of my ass. As if reinvigorated I attained orgasm again. It was pleasant to lay there feeling his cock soften. As the blood exited the shaft it grew softer and shorter until at last it slipped from my body. He didn't, but if he had walked to my head I would have voraciously sucked and licked all our combined juices from his now flaccid penis. He unlocked my shackles and helped me to stand. When I attempted to speak he shushed me indicating I was to say nothing. My clothes were where I left them and he aided my dressing. As we paused by the front door he took me in his arms and passionately kissed my lips before he said: "Good night. I enjoyed our time very much. Wait at least three days if after that you decide you want to do this again then you may call." This very gentle and perceptive man had invited me to do in again if I wanted. There was no doubt in my mind that in three day's time I would pick up the telephone and dial his number. Penetration of the Soul "Now look at yourself." His low voice commands me. The intimacy of the situation is absolute – if a little difficult to specifically define. I sit motionless, a picture indeed. Long dark hair flows over my shoulders framing my face, normally alabaster pale, it is now flushed crimson. Deep green eyes clash garishly with my newly acquired skintone above a mouth full with lust, lips slightly parted, moist and wanton, shamelessly advertising the other pair that I own. My blush continues along my neck and across my throat, lighting me up from within. Small firm breasts tilt youthfully upwards, nipples prominent, sweetly aching beneath silver clamps, bound by a delicate chain. They rise and fall with my laboured breathing, silver catching the low light as I obediently analyse my reflection. Lower, past the flat of my belly sits a black thong, gusset pushed aside as I touch myself, fingertips hidden from view inside my bare cunt. My legs are spread wide as I kneel before my mirror, submitting to my Sir as instructed. My back arches as the first blow from a wooden spoon hits my backside. The jolt of pain ricochets through my swollen clit. A low moan escapes me, greeted by a sardonic chuckle from Sir. Spurred on, my hand moves faster across my soaking cunt but this is anticipated. "Slow down on that clit of yours. In fact, remove your hand." His hypnotic voice asseses, opines and then instructs, cascading through my soul, my deepest, darkest inner self, my most base desires. The wooden spoon strikes rhythmically across my backside, punctuating my every nuance of thought, each blow more forceful than the last as we both become fevered. He tells me to pick up the 8 inch vibrator on the floor beside me. It's thick at the base, ridged and tapers a little before flaring at the tip into an angled head, designed to hit the G-spot. Made of black silicone, it has been in the freezer prior to our session and is now dewed with condensation. I gaze at it before placing it at the entrance to my pussy, not touching yet, teasing myself with the imminent cold. "Rub it along your cuntlips." He says. "Just gently run it up and down." I obey instantly, gasping at the cold, moaning at the sudden rush of juice from me. I part my legs a little wider and deliberately press the chilled head of the vibe against my labia, moving up around the hood and down the other side. "Push it inside you now. All the way in." Sir says. The sensation is incredible, ice and liquid fire. I throw my head back and press my hips down onto the vibe as I shove it inside me, hard, fast and deep. I look back at the mirror, remembering my instructions. The image it throws back at me is intensely provocative. My hair is wild, a thick curl hanging in front of my face. My mouth is open and two burning nipples point accusingly back at me, my hand holding the base of the vibe is shining with my juice. I revel in what He's done to me, reduced me to, free my weighted spirit to soar above my head. He speaks again. "Fuck the vibe, hard." I moan and comply, slamming down onto it, hips bucking, hand thrusting in response. "That's it... now faster. REALLY fuck it." I gain velocity, fucking it, fucking Him, fucking everything He does to me, all that we mine from each other's black hole of need. My moans become guttural, animal. I am quickly drenched in sweat, pounding my cunt with the vibe for His pleasure. "What do you look like right now?" He sneers. I respond immediately. "I look like a slut." "And you like that don't you?" I can just tell from the pitch of His voice that He's touching Himself. It turns me on immeasurably." "Yes... I do." "Does my little fuckslut want to cum?" "Always" I reply, still fucking the vibe "Not yet. Don't you dare slow down." He commands. "Pull on those nipple clamps." I pull the chain between them down till my aching nipples strain painfully, flooding my cunt as my back arches again. I force myself not to cum. "Now remove them for me." He knows what this does to me. Slowly I open the first clamp. Blood rushes back into my nipple with a rush, searing the nerve endings and making me cry out with the excruciating rush. Endorphine kicks in behind it. I can feel myself falling over the edge into climax. With Herculean effort I haul my senses back. "Good girl, now the other one." He says, His own arousal betrayed by the tone of His voice. "Don't lose that pace now. Keep on fucking that vibe, bitch." I open the other clamp and remove it, welcoming the force of sensation as the second nipple recovers, hardwired to my clit, screaming in ecstasy. I'm beginning to tire now, running on adrenaline as I work to follow Sir's every instruction. "Turn that vibrator on, full speed. Fuck it like the slut you know damn well you are, fuck it as though it were My cock." His voice is a growl now, dripping with menace, with power. I twist the base of the vibe right round and nearly collapse. My cunt is so wet and sensitive. I'm so ready to cum, head back, back arched, legs braced, drawn tight as a bowstring. All it'll take is a word and He knows it. I desperately need to touch my raging clit and daren't. How long will He have me continue like this? "You need to cum now... and you will. Why will you be cumming? Tell me." Even though I can't see Him I know from His voice that He's close too. "Because you've opened my soul, breathed into me everything I truly am, penetrated my darkest thoughts." I reply, speaking from the heart, from the cunt at least. "Who are you cumming for?" "For You... I am cumming for You." I gasp. "Are you?" "May I Sir?" "Yes you may." My fingers breeze across my clit, more than stimulation enough at this point, throwing me over the edge of sensation into a thundering climax, ripping through me. My back arches further as I shove the vibe all the way home, moaning and convulsing and squirting white hot juice all over it, covering my hand and wetting the floor beneath me. I ride it out, feeling the waves break over me, wanting it never to end even as it starts to subside, shuddering out of me, escaping and leaving me bereft again. "Fuck yess, that's my fuckslut." He climaxes, groaning and spurting into His hand, "Fuck you, you little bitch." He growls affectionately. I smile. "Better?" He asks. "Much, thankyou Sir." "Good, I have to go now." "Yes Sir." "Fuck off then." He laughs. I reach out to hit the speakerphone button, before hanging up. I meet my gaze in the mirror, an utter fucking mess. I smile. I have never met this man, have very limited, censored knowledge about His life and alternate persona. He has a whole other self that I only half believe in. Every time we speak, email, text, I'm confronted with the total absence of him. Yet, in the total absence of a real-life significant other, He completes me; pops up on my radar at will to temporarily soothe the ache inside my wanton, cock-starved soul. He has learned me, my body, my responses, my needs and desires – as I have studied Him in return. Now, He penetrates me with a word, a softly growled command, compelling me to discuss subjects and perform acts that nobody of my real-life acquaintance would ever in their wildest wet dreams accuse me of. He knows the very essence of me like no-one else right now, rendering physical proximity almost superfluous... almost. Penetration Up The Middle It was the start of another football season, which meant only one thing: less attention given to me by my daddy. But I wanted things to be different this year. Every Sunday afternoon at this time of year, my daddy orders pizza for lunch, gets a six-pack of Bud, and plops down on the couch for football. ALL DAY LONG. Why can't he make such an effort to spend time with me? But this morning at church, I decided that this year would be different. No more Sundays spent alone in my room while Daddy cheers his favorite team. It was hard for me to watch my daddy get so excited about something other than me. He works long hours to make sure that the two of us have everything we need. But why couldn't he spend more time with me? During non-football season, he and I are inseparable. We are the best of friends. But that isn't good enough anymore. I need my daddy ALL the time, not just seven months of the year. Daddy always takes me shopping, whenever I want. Except, of course, during football season. He always waits patiently while I try on lots of cute outfits. When we're done, Daddy takes me to lunch or dinner wherever I want. And I make sure that it's just the two of us. Even when Mommy was around, I would throw temper tantrums if she was taking his attention away from me. (Maybe--hopefully--that's why she left!) So you know how upset I became if Daddy brought home another woman. But I thought that in all fairness, I shouldn't date anyone. With a hunk like my Daddy, who needs some teenager? But nothing, not even ME, could take him away from his TV come the fall. And it wasn't just the games; it was the preview and highlight shows during the week. I usually just sit alone in my room and wonder what special thing I would be doing with Daddy when he's had enough football. So I decided this morning in church to take Daddy as my lover. To get him warmed up, I made sure to hold his hand the whole time. I also snuggled my head on his shoulder while we were seated, throwing his arm around me. And I even grabbed his inner thigh for good measure! But this was just the start of the activities. There was a little time before the games started, so I went to my room to get ready for the main event. I hurriedly went through my closet looking for the outfit. There was no way Daddy would ignore me today. After a couple years of cheerleading in junior high, I gave it up. I didn't like putting on a show for horny boys my age when I really wanted to show off for Daddy. But they let me keep the outfit. And now I had the ultimate use for it! So without a struggle (I grew a little taller but my waist was still thin after the years!) I put on the little skirt. The red ruffles were still just long enough to cover the white from the panties, as long as I stood perfectly still. But why would I want to do that? At first I left my 34C bra on to wear under the cheer top. But the top was tight enough that you could see the outline of the bra. And if Daddy could see the outline of anything under the top, why not show him the outline of my nipples? I already had my makeup from church on, so all I had to do was decide what to do with my hair. I could put my strawberry blond hair in braids, which always looks cute. But I know that Daddy likes me to leave my hair at full length down to the small of my back. (That's what he tells me when he runs his hands through it while we cuddle!) Lastly, not seeing a need for shoes, I went downstairs barefoot. I made sure that the games had already started so that Daddy wouldn't look at me until I was on top of him. "Hi Daddy!" I said as I entered the living room. "Hi Beaufitul" was the response I got, as Daddy wouldn't look away from the game. But that's what I wanted. I snuck up beside him, planted a wet kiss on his cheek, and giggled as I stood up straight. It worked! Daddy slowly looked away from the TV and studied me up and down as I posed for him. He was rigid in more ways than one! "I want to watch football with you today, Daddy!" I said in a sweet, "innocent" voice. "Uh...O-OK." So with that I plopped right down on his lap. There was plenty of space on the couch but he wants a cushion when I have my Daddy's lap? "Can we cuddle while we watch the game? You know how I like you rubbing your hands on me." He instantly situated the two of us so that my arms were around his neck, his right arm was around my waist, and his left hand was wandering over my legs. I kept kissing him on the head as his hands worked up to my now-moist pussy. As soon as he got there, I turned around to face the TV, acting like nothing had just happened. "Look Daddy, football's on. Don't you want to watch?" It didn't matter whether he wanted to or not. With me facing the TV in front of him, the only site he had was that of my flowing blond hair covering the parts of my back that my top left bare. So he just kept kissing my back while massaging my waist. It had worked! Football was on, but all he wanted was me! Since I got what I wanted from Daddy, I didn't want to tease him much longer. After I knew I had his attention, I turned around to face him fully. We somehow managed to get my panties and his boxers off in between the kissing and groping. I was in heaven! Being so vulnerable with my Daddy gave me a huge thrill that I hadn't felt before. The thrill kept mounting as we got more intimate with each other. I wish I knew Daddy was such a good kisser; I would've have kissed him like this long ago! But I wanted to do more than just kiss my daddy. Next off was the too-short top. Daddy admired my perky nipples for a few seconds before I took his right hand and guided it to my left breast. My chest was really heaving now! I wanted him to bury his face in my chest so I pulled his head to the other breast. He was good at kissing nipples, too! So here I was, on top of my Daddy, naked except for a cheerleader skirt that I had outgrown years ago. I felt like I was losing consciousness, Daddy was making me feel so good with his kissing and grabbing me. There was only one thing left to do. I scooted myself up a little bit on him, and despite not having the clearest mind at the time, I guided my pussy to his big prick. I didn't sit down on it right away; it felt good to just feel it graze the lips of my cunt. I rocked back and forth a little bit to prolong this quivering feeling it gave. But I looked in my Daddy's eyes and realized that I was being just so selfish. He also looked lost in the moment, enjoying the attention; did he realize what was going on? "Daddy....I, oh, I want to...ug...give you...my...my...oh Daddy...fuck me...take my virginity...I'm yours Daddy...yours Daddy...Daddy..." I couldn't make any sense with words, but my nubile body was there to handle things from there. We had worked up a nice little rhythm of bouncing up and down that all there was left to do was for me to plunge myself all the way. "OOOHHH!" I heard a shriek come from the room, not noticing that it was mine. My Daddy popped my cherry!!! It was such a good feeling. The only person in the world that I wanted to be with was Daddy, and I gave him my virginity. I don't remember how many times I orgasmed. I literally blacked out at least once. My Daddy was right there with me so I felt completely safe and relaxed, allowing myself to enjoy the attention. I remember being conscious enough to feel Daddy explode his semen inside of me. But that feeling again sent me over the edge, and I don't remember much more. I remember coming to after a while. I was still on top of Daddy, who had also passed out. My plan had worked. I smiled to myself as I turned off the TV, knowing that not even that football will take my Daddy's attention away from me ever again. Penetrations "I think we need to watch more pornography," she said. She'd never shown much interest in pornography before and had even said it didn't do anything for her, so I was surprised. But I happily obliged her a few days later with what turned out to be a fairly well done and erotic DVD. Afterwards, she told me that there was a scene that caused a particularly strong reaction. "I though you said it didn't do anything for you," I teased. "This sure did. Where the girl was with two men, on top of one man while the other man took her from behind." "The double-penetration scene?" I felt a bolt of lightening hit my crotch. I'd been picturing her like that during the scene and had been very aroused. "Even the anal sex?" She was non-committal, so we watched it again. "Yeah," she said huskily, "that definitely does things for me." I kissed her. "I'm glad you like it. I love seeing you so turned on." We made love passionately. ***** We were in bed a few weeks later. "Hold on," I whispered as she moved to mount me, "I want to try something. Remember the movie we saw, how that scene turned you on?" She nodded. I pulled out one of our "toys": a thick, twelve-inch dildo. "Let's try our own double penetration." We had tried anal sex once. It had been very intense. She had shaken spasmodically and screamed in pleasure, but she said it had also been uncomfortable for her, so we hadn't done it again. She bit her lip. "OK," she finally said weakly. I handed her the dildo and told her to take it into her mouth. I felt some pre-come ooze out as she licked and sucked it. "That looks so erotic," I whispered. She got on all fours. I used my mouth on her to make sure she was ready, and then took the moistened dildo back. I rubbed it lightly on her entrance until she hissed, "Put it in." As it slipped in, she pushed back against it and moaned. Damn, I'd hardly ever seen her this turned on! She quickly reached orgasm. It was time for the lubricant. Using a generous amount, I slipped a finger in her backside after removing the dildo. She gasped. I moved the finger around. She squirmed and whimpered. I put in two fingers, then three and four. She buried her face in the pillow. I continued to work-in plenty of lubricant with my fingers because I really wanted to make sure there was no discomfort this time. After what seemed like hours, I thought she was relaxed and slippery enough. I placed myself at her back entrance. "Are you ready?" She nodded. I slowly entered her gorgeous ass, moving in and out, pushing a bit further in each time until I was all the way in. She was a tight ring around me. It felt incredible. "How are you doing?" I asked. "Uh huh," she replied semi-coherently through clenched teeth. I moved in and out a few times. "OK, here comes number two." I reached under us with the dildo and slid it back into her. "Oh god," she whined. I pumped the dildo a few times. "How does it feel to have two men at once?" I asked her. She responded by breathing even deeper. "Tell me how you like it!' I demanded as I ground into her ass. "I… I… I love it!" "What do you love?" I asked, pumping her harder. "I love being fucked by two men!" she shrieked, pounding the bed repeatedly as I came inside her. She never mentioned any discomfort. ***** A few weeks later, at her insistence we rented another pornographic DVD. This time it consisted entirely of women with multiple partners. We watched as a woman serviced two men at a time. "That," she said, pointing to the screen, "is the position that really gets me." The woman was belly-to-belly on top of one man with the other on top of her, screwing her anally. "I like the idea of being sandwiched between two men like that." "Tell me about it," I implored. "Feeling one guy inside me, then another, filling me up, all that skin rubbing against me, the muscle… sometimes—" "Yeah?" "Sometimes… sometimes I wish it were real, that I really was with two men like that," she finished defiantly, and looked at me. "I'm sure," I answered slowly as my stomach twisted, "that it could be arranged." We made love several times; she was almost violent in her passion. I matched her, stroke for push, nip for scratch. ***** Finally the day arrived. We'd found two good-looking men in our area who were willing to pleasure her at the same time. It wasn't difficult in this information age. We had rented a hotel room. Now we were going to put it to use; the guys were down in the bar waiting for us to call on the cell phone they had. I was so nervous my hands shook. What was it about myself that made me get so turned on that I would let two strangers use my wife so? I shook my head. I just knew that despite how crazy it seemed, I wanted it. I already had an erection. I squeezed her hand. "Are you sure you want to go through with this?" I asked, "For yourself, not for me?" "No, I'm not sure. I'm scared as hell. But I'm going to do it anyway. For both of us." "OK then, let's do it. I love you, honey." "I love you too." We made the call. ***** When he entered her, I gasped as loudly as she did. I had already watched her giving them head, switching back and forth between them. Watched her giving someone else head. I'd watched as they'd groped her, running their hands all over her, watched as she'd responded. That was a revelation to me. Somehow, despite understanding, at least on one level, what was going to happen, I'd still carried the illusion that she could only respond to me, that only my touch could arouse her. But now I was watching as another man fucked my wife, his thick penis squishing in and out of her. She was loving it, too. She was screaming like her life depended on it. Fucking my wife. My wife. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Watching. Another man. Mine. What does that mean, mine? The other man reached for the lubricant. I was almost doubled over, I was so aroused. A finger probed her anus. My breathing was shallow as I watched him ready her, stretching her out, getting her ass ready to accommodate his rather imposing cock. Then, double penetration! Two men fucking my wife, one in her pussy, one in her ass. Limbs flailed, skin gleamed. She was my wife no longer, but a grunting, rutting animal, all traces of humanity gone. I barely recognized her face. They threw themselves at each other with more and more fury until she cried out her victory, letting me know they were coming inside her. They had brought us incredible pleasure, but now that it was over, I just wanted them gone. They seemed happy to comply and quickly dressed and left. She was on her back, lying limply on the bed. I hurriedly took off my clothes; now it was my turn. I kissed her deeply and entered her come-filled pussy. She was loose, and I could feel their come on me. It only spurred me on, reminding me of what had occurred and how erotic it had been. After so much, I couldn't last long and I poured myself into her, wave after wave, mixing my come in theirs, reclaiming her. My wife. Mine. She looked up at me, her eyes moist. "Thank you," she said, "that was… that was… thank you. I love you." "I love you, too," I whispered. I kissed my wife again. "I love you, too."