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Release

By: Arianne



He parked his car on a quiet residential street about three blocks away from his destination. Things hadn't been going well at home, and he didn't need anyone to see his car parked near a place like this. For a moment he thought about just hitting a bar, like usual, drinking a few and going home. But a deeper need was urging him onward, pushing him to go through with his plan. He had never...

As he walked he could finally see the rose colored sign rising above his destination The "Evening Sunrise Spa".

A nervous shiver coursed through his body as he reached the doorway and decided to go through with it. Four months without any sex had brought him to this place. He had heard stories about places like this, that the women were really sexy, that the massage was only a cover for the real purpose, etc. Soon he would know for sure.

As he stood in the dimly lit waiting area he began to shiver again. Suddenly the inner door opened and a dumpy woman in her late forties motioned him through it. "Oh great" he thought. "She reminds me of Aunt Sophie." His nervousness was replaced by a strong sense of disappointment. After all, if he were taking a chance like this it should at least be for something worth the risk. He had hoped that the girls would be at least good looking, if not absolutely drop dead gorgeous. He was interrupted by "Aunt Sophie's" gruff voice. "Well, you here for a massage?" she grunted, holding out a looseleaf note book toward him. "Prices are on the first page, girls are on the other pages."

Suddenly his entire day began to brighten up. As he paged through the notebook, he saw pictures of the three girls working tonight. They all appeared to be in their early twenties, and none of them were even faintly like "Aunt Sophie". He was especially attracted to the redhead, and told "Aunt Sophie" she would be it. "Well, what do you want?" she snorted, flipping back to the first page and stuffing the book back into his hands. After a moment he decided to take the hour long massage with the Jacuzzi. "Jacuzzi ain't working tonight. How about the shower? It's the same price." she growled. He agreed to that, and placed $85.00 in her outstretched hand. She pointed to another door and said "Go in there." This old broad was really getting on his nerves. 

Alone in the room, he began to look around. There was the expected massage table, towels, oil etc. In a dimly lit corner was a large shower enclosure with a sliding glass door. He heard a soft knock on the door. and the girl in the notebook stepped into the room. She was even more beautiful in real life. Her deep red hair was tied in a ponytail that fell over her shoulder and down the front of an incredible chest. Under the bright yellow tube top she wore he could see small, perky breasts, nipples standing out against the fabric. She wore a pair of denim shorts that fit perfectly around her young body. 

"Hi. I'm Lisa. Sophie told me that you wanted a shower massage." 

He was jolted out of his daydreams by the name Sophie. "Is that her name?" he asked in shock.

"Yes. Why? Do you know her?

"Well, no. But I was just thinking... Well, she reminds me of an aunt I had named Sophie... It's just that she's..."

"Oh, don't let her fool you. When she's not in her business mood she can be downright pleasant. She's just having some problems now. She really is a nice person. And she's a great boss to work for."

Lisa stepped over to the towel rack and started to get the towels for the shower. "You can get comfortable, and then we'll get started." She gave a playful tug at her tube top and said "When you're ready, you can have this", winking at him as she turned away.

Once again he was lost in a dreamworld as he watched her petite body gliding around the room. He guessed she was about 5'1", slender and very delicate in appearance. As she stepped near him he reached out to caress her shoulder. She quickly pulled back, smiled and said "Not so fast. You have to get undressed first. House rules. Sometimes we get vice cops in here, and they scare me. You're not a cop, are you?"

"No! I ... Well, I mean..."

She winked at him again, gave a little laugh and said "Well, you have to undress first. That puts everything in the right place. Cops won't do that."

Somewhat embarrassed he began to unbutton his shirt as she turned to tune a country station on the radio next to the massage table. Turning away he removed the rest of his clothes. By now he was getting excited, and his erect manhood stood out as he turned back toward Lisa.

With a twinkling smile in her eye, Lisa quickly pulled off the tube top, held it out and said "Here. I told you you could have this." Stepping toward the shower she gracefully slid the denim shorts to the floor, revealing the most perfect body he had ever seen. Her small breasts gave way to a flat, perfectly smooth stomach. Her light red pubic hair was neatly trimmed in a heart shape. "You like?" she asked.

He was speechless, as she turned to start the water in the shower. When it was just right, she reached over, took him by the hand and pulled him toward it. "C'mon. lets get wet!" 

Standing in the warm water, he felt her small hands rubbing his shoulders and back with pleasantly scented body wash. She reached around to rub his chest and abs. Suddenly he was glad for all the sit-ups and workouts to keep them in shape. 

Now it's my turn" she said, handing the bodywash container to him. She closed her eyes, stepped back toward the water and clasped both hands behind her head. His hands were shaking with excitement as he gently massaged her breasts and stomach. He reached around to her back, moving his hands down to cover her ass. She moved closer, and his fully erect penis rested against her navel. Reaching down she lightly fondled it and said, "You know, I forgot about this little fellow." Kneeling down in front of him she began to slowly stroke the length, lubricating it with the body wash. "You know, I think these are so fascinating. No two are the same."

As she continued to stroke his manhood, he could feel the urge to let loose building rapidly. He started to pull back as his thighs tightened in anticipation. She smiled, winked and said "Relax & enjoy. This is part of the massage. Four strokes later he lost control and shot all over the shower stall. She tried to catch the load in her hand, but the force shot over her shoulder, against the wall, in her hair... He turned bright red in embarrassment, and began to apologize. "No, don't worry. I appreciate it when a man gets so excited over me." Smiling, she stood up next to him, taking a shampoo container from the rack and poured it in her hair. "You know, I really love to have a man massage my scalp." 

Working up a lather, he could see that she really did enjoy this. Her hair was even a deeper red under the flowing water, and she was beginning to rock back and forth as he massaged. After almost five minutes of this, she stepped under the shower again to rinse. He was wishing that he could just be a drop of water, rolling down from top to bottom. 

She turned off the shower and led him out by the hand, taking the towels she had placed on the table. She gently dried him, then he watched in wonder as she dried herself. When she was finished, she winked at him, reached down and stroked his revived member. "I see this guy hasn't had enough yet." she grinned. "You know, I have something special for that. I can do a breast release, or a thigh release to take care of him."

His erect penis twitched excitedly as he asked what that was. "Well, for the breast release, you sit on the edge of the table and lie back. I pour oil on you, and on me. Then I kind of squeeze him between my breasts and..."

"I'd really like that" he replied. Sitting back on the table he began to lie back. "Well, there's just one thing. The hand release in the shower is part of the massage. Strictly speaking, this is considered extra..." "Oh, I'm sorry. I just got carried away. How much?" Smiling again she replied "Well, I can't actually quote a price for anything like that. But if it's a tip because you like the massage..." Reaching over he took his wallet out of his pants pocket. Pulling out three $20.00 bills he held them out. "Would this be good enough?" She took the cash, put it under her clothes on the floor and said "Great. Now lie back and enjoy." 

This is going to be great, he thought as she began to pour the oil on him. Although her breasts were on the small side, they were still more than enough to cover the area here. As she bent over him, she held her breasts firmly on each side of his erect cock. Squeezing them together gently she began to sway back and forth with the music from the radio. Her eyes closed, and in a moment she was lost in her own pleasure. Reaching for his hands she placed them one at a time on the sides of her breasts so he was holding them tight around himself. The oil was warming up, and she was picking up speed in her motions. Bending forward she lightly kissed his abs, just above his navel.

Suddenly he felt her body start to tremble as she pumped up and down around him. Then he realized that her hands were below the edge of the table. When her shoulders began to rock back and forth he was sure. She was fingering herself as she brought him closer to the brink! She was breathing hard, in short gasps, as her hands furiously probed her own wetness. 

He couldn't hold out any longer. With a groan he shot cum all over her, splashing off the bottom of her chin, down her neck and up into her face. But she didn't notice. Her body was quivering with lust, her moans now growing louder. When he couldn't take any more on his now spent manhood he tried to pull away. Her eyes opened momentarily, and she crawled onto the table next to him. Lying face down she buried her hands again in her mound, and gasped "Please, hold me. Lay on top of me!!!" 

With the weight of his body on top of her, she buried her fingers deep in her slippery lips, humping her ass as if she was fucking the table. In seconds she rode her own hands to a shuddering orgasm that threw her into fits of ecstasy. It was all that he could do to keep from being bounced off the table. After what seemed like an hour she slowed down, gasping for air, quivering and shaking. 

A calm after glow descended on the two lying entwined together. Like an explosion, a knock banged out on the door. "Lisa, Ya got five more minutes..." Good old "Aunt Sophie"... Damn her!!

Lisa was the first to move. Sheepishly she looked at him. "I'm sorry. I got carried away..." 

Sorry? this was the greatest he had ever had! Rolling from the table she took him by the hand. "We'd better get cleaned up. This oil is all over!" she winked at him. Once again in the shower they both covered each other's bodies with special care. Not a word needed to be spoken. As they dried off she asked if he might come back. "Absolutely!!! I want more of this!!!"

Once again, a knock exploded on the door. "C'mon Lisa. There's other customers out here..."

Silently they dressed. Lisa led him out of the room to a back door. "I hope you come back soon." 

"Oh, I will. You can count on it."

As he walked away Lisa stopped. She hadn't even gotten his name! She thought to herself "I really hope he comes back. He seems different than the rest." 

"Aunt Sophie" was waiting. "What's the matter with you? Don't you know we're busy? There's a guy out there that wants a half hour." 

It was going to be a long night...

Release



She placed her fingers in her panties. Hearing him outside the door had made her hot. It did not matter what he talked about, the words came to her as noise. It was the thought of him, standing at the alter in his suit, smelling of Old Spice and the warm spring days. 

She never thought of herself as in love. She could not imagine being in love with the old widowed minister. Especially since she was only 19, young and free. 

She thought back to the first time he touched her. It was after Bible School last summer. She had stayed late to clean up the mess left by the children. He told her how much he appreciated her, how it was so generous of her to give up a Friday evening to help in the church. The whole time he was speaking, she imagined him sitting in his big chair on the alter, her sitting on his lap and impaling herself on his old cock. She imagined it would be small and shriveled, she was in for a shock. 

He suggested the sanctuary could use a good dusting. She had purposefully worn a skirt that was too short for church. She had also forgotten to wear panties. If her father saw her dressed this way, he would surely pull her skirt up and spank her naked ass. That thought made her hotter.

As she was dusting the podium, she waited for him to walk behind her. She bent over at the waist and moved slightly, just enough to show the slightest bit of hair. He told her what a beautiful woman she was becoming. He asked her about boys and told her she must be careful. Beautiful girls like her attracted the wrong type. 

She bent down as far as she possibly could. She knew he would be able to see her lips. She heard the sound of heavy breathing. She turned around and he was sitting in his big chair. He said he suddenly had the urge to take a break. She walked to the chair and boldly put her foot between his knees, making her skirt ride way up her leg. She told him she was glad he thought she was beautiful. She told him she found him very attractive. He told her he was old enough to be her father, maybe even her grandfather. 

She took his hand and placed it gently on her naked mound. She could see his cock twitching in his pants. She told him to touch her. He slipped one of his long fingers into her moist heat. She moaned and almost cummed immediately. He asked her to take off her top and her bra, he wanted to see her breasts. 

She had always been proud of them. They were a size D and stood out against her slim, hourglass figure. Her long legs made strong from riding horses completed a package that would turn the head of even the most devout man. Her nipples were dark and the size of gumballs. Her long black hair reached past her ass. It was thick and shiny thanks to her mother's strong Spanish heritage. 

She removed her top and bra. She heard his breathing grow stronger as he took one of her breasts in his hand. He told her sweet, beautiful things about her body. He asked her if the men before him had been gentle with her. She told him there had been a lot of close calls but had never gone all the way. He told her she could leave now, the whole scene forgotten. Her only answer was to reach down and begin rubbing his cock, feeling it grow hard as she told him he was to be the first.

He told her he wanted to take his clothes off. He stood and began removing his shirt. He had a good chest for an old man. He had obviously stayed in shape. As he reached for his zipper, she told him to allow her. She unzipped his pants and let them fall. To her shock, his cock was strong, long and thick. It must have been 9 inches long and her hand barely fit around it. 

She fell to her knees and took his cock in her mouth. He told her his wife never would do this for him and when his cock got harder in her mouth and he cried out, she knew he was enjoying it. He told her he would not last long that way and he wanted to make this special for her. He sat her in his huge chair, laid her legs across his shoulders and moved his mouth toward her pussy.

He started by running his tongue up and down her slit. Her already soaked pussy turned to mush as he took her clit into his mouth. He was using his tongue like a cock. Fucking her hole. He reached up, twisted her nipple and she screamed and cummed all over his face. He laughed, helped her stand up and sat on his chair.

He told her to come and sit in his lap. She sat with her back to him as he put his cock against her pussy. He rubbed it up and down her slit. She felt his head hit her clit and was getting close to cumming again. He asked her if she was ready and told her he wanted her to sit on his cock. She moved so that his cock was at her hole. He told her to take her time and move slowly. 

His cock slid in easily at first, her mound made wet by his tongue. It was so big that she became uncomfortable. She decided it was time to just do it. She sat all the way back and both of them cried out, her in pain, him in ecstasy. She felt the gush, the release of herself into womanhood. She knew then she would have many lovers, this was too good to resist but she knew none would ever be this good. 

She sat with his cock buried in her pussy. He asked if she was ok, did she want to keep going. She answered by moving slowly up and down on his cock. He reached around and grabbed her breasts. She felt herself giving way, her pussy fitting his cock like a glove. He reached between her legs and was rubbing her clit. This feeling was too much for her. She knew she was going to cum and she told him. He told her to cum with him and she felt his cock spasm, the warm cum shooting into her vagina. She came then, crying out his name, crying out to anyone listening, buried in pure ecstasy. As they sat there spent, they heard a noise and the sanctuary door opened. A man came in, walked into the light and she had but one word to offer..."DADDY!" 



Release



"Was that it?" Melissa muttered to herself. She peered through her windshield into the dusky twilight ahead of her.

"I think it's the next exit..."

Melissa was just coming into town for the first time.

Shoulda gotten better directions, she thought now.

As she continued checking for her exit, Melissa thought again how elated she was to be in a new town, yet again. She has moved from job to job for the past six years; never putting down roots in any one place. As soon as her co-workers start trying to turn into her friends, she gathers the few absolutely necessary items she owns and drives to a fresh milieu.

Melissa always saves a portion of her salary into a 'rainy-day fund,' as she thinks of it, so that when she gets to her new zip code she's got some funds to see her through. This is why Melissa is now driving to the motel she booked online last night, and hoping to get there before full dark.

Some, in fact, many people would feel that she was shirking her responsibilities. Melissa saw her life differently, however. She enjoyed learning about new places, and she always did her job well.

'Why aren't you married, with kids?' was a common question. Usually she just answered that she hadn't found the right man, but in all actuality, she didn't know if there would ever be a right man.

Melissa looked down at her body and at her face in the mirror.

Why aren't I married? she wondered. Nice legs, full hips, narrow waist, firm breasts... Long auburn hair, pretty face, no wrinkles... I just don't understand it...

The truth was that no man ever really satisfied her. Melissa tried to date, but every man she was attracted to wasn't able to appease her sexually. Sometimes she wondered if she might be a lesbian, but the thought of another woman revolted every time it crossed her mind.

As she pulled off the freeway and turned into the motel drive, Melissa shook her head to clear her thoughts. She got out of her car, stretched, and went into the office.

"Room twenty-two, ma'am," as the clerk gave her the key.

Melissa thanked him, got back into her car, and pulled into an empty spot fortuitously right in front of her room. She popped the trunk, got out, and grabbed her suitcases. Melissa opened the door to her room and set the suitcases just inside. Just as she was about to walk inside, she snapped her fingers, went back to her car, not bothering to shut the door to her room.

Can't forget my book...read a bit, have an early evening, start job hunting in the morning... she thought to herself.

As Melissa entered her room, she thought she noticed a shadow at the corner of her vision. 

* * * *

Melissa tries to open her eyes, but nothing happens. After a few more attempts, she is able to ascertain that yes, her eyes are opening, but the darkness persists.

Am I blind? she thinks in panic.

Dark thoughts flick through her mind with sickening ease. Melissa wonders if she is dead. She slowly takes deep breaths and tries to move other parts of her body. Her arms and legs respond sluggishly, but it is enough to calm her.

If I can move my body, I can't be dead, she thinks confusedly.

As Melissa tries to figure out what might be happening to her, she becomes aware of movement- she's in a car! She feels for the sides of the blackness and quickly realizes she is in a long, narrow container with a domed lid.

Almost feels silky, like the inside of a ...oh no, NO...

"NO, NO, NO!" Melissa screams as she becomes more acutely attuned to her surroundings.

* * * *

As she rose up from the depths of her mind, Melissa became aware of being tilted first one way, then another. A feeling of brisk movement; then minute squeaks reached her ears. Melissa sensed diffused light above her, then a sharp, acerbic smell. On the way back down to the pit of her despair, Melissa thought she heard a soothing voice.

"Rest for now...we'll start tomorrow..." 

* * * *

As Melissa awoke, she felt a rough hand rubbing her gently. Once again, she couldn't see anything, and now, he couldn't move either. Melissa began to thrash about as much as she was able, but then she heard that same, soothing voice yet again.

"Be calm, love. You are blindfolded and restrained. No harm will come to you here."

The voice kept repeating this for some minutes, until Melissa had begun to calm herself. She wondered what was going to happen to her. She had heard of people receiving impromptu organ removal, but the voice said she wouldn't be harmed....

What are you doing believing this maniac? she berated herself. 

"What do you want with me?" Melissa tried to ask her captor, but she received no answer. After a period of time (Melissa couldn't tell how long), she felt something at her lips.

"Water, love. You may be here awhile. It's important to keep your strength up."

Melissa opened her parched lips and let the cool liquid slide down into her throat. After several swallows, she thought she smelled soup and eagerly opened her mouth again. As days went by, she came to realize all her needs would be taken care of, sometimes to her humiliation. Her body was cleansed, from head to toe. Melissa was fed and cared for.

"Please tell me what you want," Melissa begged for several days. Finally, she received a response.

"I want you to release yourself to me."

Melissa felt those same rough, yet gentle hands on her body, caressing every inch. As she felt a hand slide up to her shoulder, and start back towards her chest, she realized she wasn't repulsed by the touch of these hands. Melissa battled this feeling in her mind.

I'm being assaulted and I'm practically enjoying it, she thought incredulously. 

Melissa couldn't pretend she didn't savor every movement. Her body began to arch up each time the hands neared her nipples, but to no avail. Every time the fingers circled her nipple slowly, she would strain to make it touch the tip. The fingers sensuously teased her, running down past her hips, skimming her thighs before rubbing her feet gently. As the hands neared her inner thighs, Melissa began to tremble with anticipation.

With the lightest of touches, his hands (for she was sure they were mans' hands) slowly stroked her mound. He ran his fingers up one side, and down the other, over and over, without touching her inner areas. Each time that he neared her clitoris, Melissa thrust her hips upward, hoping for more direct contact. After many tortuous minutes of this, she felt a light kiss on her inner elbow. He worked his way up her arm, kissing Melissa so sensuously that she couldn't believe she never realized how erotic her arms could be.

He began to nuzzle her neck, kissing softly and biting gently, and pressing his tongue forcefully against her neck muscles in such a way that Melissa began to feel lightheaded. His mouth worked its way down her body, pausing to nip lightly at the undersides of her breasts. His tongue circled her nipples, never touching the tip, until they felt as if they were on fire. He moved his tongue down to her belly, and lower, to the area just above her clit. He flicked at this section of skin repeatedly and just when Melissa thought she was going to scream in frustration, he stopped and spoke to her.

"You like this...do you want release?"

Melissa desperately wanted to shout yes, but she wasn't going to tell her captor to rape her, so she remained silent. In her mind, no mans' touches had ever ignited her in such a way before. She struggled against her inner nature to not speak. Melissa felt sure that is she tried to say anything, she would betray her own mind.

"Soon, my love...when you want release, you must tell me."

Melissa heard footsteps moving away from her.

* * * *

Days went by in this manner. Several times each day, Melissa's captor came to her and deliciously tormented her. He caressed every inch of her skin in such a knowing way.

How can he know to do these things that excite me? Melissa continually wondered. At the end of each session, he asked her if she wants release, but so far, she has been just barely able to restrain herself from begging for release. Each time he asks, she is a little closer to giving in.

Finally Melissa cannot take another second of this exquisite teasing. As the man is gently nibbling on her toes, she whispers 

"please."

He stops, and after an excruciatingly long pause, he asks her

"Do you want release?"

"Yes, please, please...do whatever you want, but just let me come!" she shrieks at him. Immediately he moves up to her head and she feels something thick and warm, pulsing on her lips.

"No," she begs, "not that, please."

For Melissa has always felt disgusted by the thought of having a cock in her mouth. It stays on her lips a moment longer, and then she senses him moving away. Melissa realizes that's all this ever was, a ruse to make her beg for cock. She senses that if she does what he wants, she will not only get sexual release, but also be released from her captivity. Melissa begins to wonder if she might not be rescued somehow, but quickly gives it up as false hope. No one even knows she is in this town.

As time wears on that day, she is besieged with thoughts in favor of either side of her conflict. Should she give up her dignity and invite his cock into her mouth? Melissa was appalled at the idea, but how else could she gain her freedom? She could be kept here indefinitely. As she fell into an uneasy doze, she still hadn't made up her mind.

Melissa awoke to a tongue frantically being pushed into her pussy. As the tongue explored her depths, Melissa was brought to new heights of pleasure. When she reached the very edge, the sensation stopped and Melissa opened her mouth in anticipation. Her captors' cock was not long, but thick and hard. As its' tip reached her tongue, Melissa inexpertly licked at his foreskin with delight. She found herself eager to explore his manhood with her tongue.

She began to take more in her mouth and ran her tongue down its' length. Melissa swirled her tongue around on each side and up and down. She opened her mouth wide and began to know at the base of his cock with favorable results. Melissa felt the man's penis grow even harder and slightly longer within her mouth. Suddenly, he pulled away from her. She made a sound of protest, but he calmed her with a touch.

"I think you are ready....tomorrow."

The next day, Melissa awoke once again to feel a mouth between her legs. A tongue was licking the opening and then moving up to flick lightly against her clit. She felt the tongue softly, slowly, and gently begin to press into her opening. Melissa began to moan. Once more, she was calmed by a gentle touch from those rough hands, as the thrusting tongue finally penetrated her. His teeth nipped gently at the lips to her pussy and his lips sucked eagerly at her clitoris. As his tongue moved gradually downwards, he began to knead her thighs gently. He leisurely started to flick his tongue against her rear entry and Melissa was unable to believe she was enjoying this.

He paused for a moment and asked yet again if she was ready for release. When she answered yes, Melissa sensed movement and then felt his stiff cock pressing against her dripping wet pussy. She moaned and lifted her hips, but instead of entering her, he began to slide his cock up and down her slit, pressing firmly against her clit each time.

After several minutes of delicious torture, he drew back and Melissa heard him murmuring. She tried to press her legs together in an attempt to alleviate her arousal, but she was bound too tightly. She was close to sobbing in frustration when she felt movement above her as a body was pressed against her. Thinking he wanted her to give him a blow job, she lifted her head and opened her mouth. However, as her tongue made contact, she tasted something delicious and salty, and did not feel his cock anywhere she could reach with her tongue. As she explored this area, she quickly realized she had her mouth buried in another woman's pussy. 

Melissa pulled her head back sharply, but then yet again began to feel a cock being rubbed up and down her slit. She knew without being told that if she wanted release, she had to dive right in.

Melissa slowly lifted her head upwards again and tentatively poked her tongue out. She began to explore everything in reach of her mouth. She licked rapidly, yet lightly at the woman's outer lips, and then moved up towards the clit. She circled around it with some occasional frantic sucking. Melissa bit at this woman's inner thighs and they rapidly opened wide. As Melissa slowly dipped her tongue into the woman's opening, she discovered the enjoyment of the taste of this woman's juices.

While Melissa was otherwise engaged, her captor continued rubbing his throbbing cock between her thighs. Each time his penis came close to her entrance, he paused and pushed just the very tip into Melissa. Before long, she couldn't keep her hips still and was thrusting upward each time, hoping to force him to penetrate her. 

Melissa could sense how close to the edge of orgasm this woman was. She thought if she made her come, the man might allow Melissa to as well. She began to strenuously thrust her tongue in and out of the woman's moist entrance. After a minute of this, Melissa moved her mouth upward and bit down on the woman's clit. The woman screamed in pleasure and juice poured out of her pussy onto Melissa's face. She eagerly lapped it all up.

The woman fell over sideways on Melissa and then she felt her move away. During all this, the man continued stroking his cock up and down, rubbing her clit with every thrust. He paused for a moment, silently asking Melissa a question.

"I want release!" Melissa screamed.

He waited one moment more, and then shoved his throbbing cock into her waiting pussy. The pleasure was so intense; Melissa never dreamed sex could feel so good. With each thrust of his cock, she came again and again, her pussy clenching tightly around his length. Melissa passed out from pleasure, and she heard a voice following her down into darkness.

"You released me."

* * * *

Melissa opens her eyes and is looking up at a ceiling. She thinks she must be imagining it, so she closes her eyes and opens them again. Still she sees a ceiling. She looks down her body, and realizes she is not restrained. She sits up and looks around. She notices her suitcases by the door and thinks she must be in her motel room.

Did I dream it all? she wonders.

Melissa turns on the t.v. and watches a news show until she sees the date. It has been a month that has passed. She recalls her captor saying 'You released me.' She begins to cry in confusion and falls asleep with tears streaming down her face.

* * * *

FOUR MONTHS LATER....

As Melissa is driving home from work, she has to keep stopping herself from day dreaming. All day long, and for the past week, all she's thought about was her experiences. She is incredibly turned on and has to restrain herself from playing with her pussy at work and even now in the car.

Abruptly, Melissa changes lanes, and exits the freeway, drawing near an all-too-familiar motel.

What are you DOING?! she screams to herself.

She blocks that thought out and the soothing voice continues to haunt her...'You released me...'

"Room twenty-two, please," Melissa asks the clerk.

As she turns the key, opens the door, and enters her room, her heart is pounding. She notices a shadow in the corner of her eye, but makes no move to turn towards it.

"What...? What are you doing here?"

Melissa pauses a moment, then quietly says,

"I want release."



Release



After staring at His picture for what seemed like hours and missing Him it was all I could do to wait until I got upstairs. My hand had already found its way to caressing over my right breast through the pale pink blouse. The steps seemed to go on forever as I made my way up. Then finally I was there at the top. The newly fallen snow on the roof and the streets helped the street lights illuminate the rooms. I didn't turn on one single light as I stepped into the bedroom. The bed covered in those rich textures and colours seemed so very inviting. The light filtering in from the streets outside gave a soft glow to everything. Shadows danced on the walls in places I had never seen, making the room seem magical.

Slowly my fingers worked at the buttons of the pale pink blouse, yet my mind was picturing Him. I could see the way His mouth curved up slightly as I let out a soft moan and imagined those lips wrapped tightly around my nipple. I could feel His hands on each breast, kneading, twisting and caressing. My nipples hardened instantly and ached for His touch. My need was for Him and yet tonight He was miles away from me.

I glanced at the bed and smiled as the soft glow made it so inviting, yet I turned and walked towards the window. My hand moving down over my taut stomach till it reached the button of my jeans. I popped it open with ease then let my fingers slide to the zipper and ease it lower. Pushing my hands into the sides of my jeans and with a few little wiggles they slide down over the curve of my hips and continued down to puddle at my feet as I stepped out of them. 

The street light shone right into the window where I was standing. Looking down at the pale skin of my body I smiled as my hands slide over the luminescent skin of my hips and continued up over the pale pink lace panties and still upwards over the full breasts that were covered by the pale pink lace bra. Nipples so hard protruded from the lace as if they were begging to be set free. A soft purr escaped my lips as my fingers grazed each nipple. My hips swayed a little as my lashes fell down to my cheeks and I could see Him as if He was standing right there in front of me. 

With my eyes still closed I stepped closer to the window seat and crawled atop it. Moving to lean against the pillows that were always there, my back pressing into the wall as my thighs fell apart and my hands moved back to cover each breast as I imagined His hands kneading the flesh. As I opened my eyes I could see the street with the newly fallen snow. How the light made it glisten and sparkle making the entire street seem as though it was filled with magic. So close to Christmas anything was possible.

The strap on my left shoulder fell at the same moment my left hand slid under the lacey material to brush against the warm skin that lay beneath. Fingers moving to grasp that erect nipple and tug at it, pull and twist it till all that was heard were the soft whimpers of need escaping my lips. My back arched as I felt that desire growing. God how I wanted Him and wished He was here now to take me.

Slowly my right hand moved from my breast. The warmth of my hand was met with the warmth of the skin on my stomach. Fingers teased and danced along the flesh till they reached the top of those lace panties. For now they did not slide in, but instead they moved down lower, across the soft mound of flesh and disappearing between wide open thighs. Dampness was already beginning to seep through and soak the material. 

As the fingers on my left breast squeezed hard all I could think about were His hands and how they felt against my skin. Another quiet moan filled the night air as my back arched, sending a trickle of pleasure rolling through my body. The sensation and movement caused my hips to rock forward sending my already needy cunt into my right hand. A rather loud and heated moan escaped my lips and I found that I couldn't stop myself as I let my fingers slide back up the front of my panties till they reached the edge then disappear beneath the pale pink material. I could feel my thighs parting wider as my fingers reached that soft mound and pushed between those damp folds. At the same moment the fingers of my left hand tightened around my nipple, tugging and pulling, twisting hard and pulling again. Wetness dripped from between those now wet folds and coated the fingers of my right hand as I called out His name. 

Those now damp fingers moved deeper into the folds pushing them apart till I could feel them slowly circling, slowing teasing that already hard nub of tender flesh. His face embedded in my mind as if I was looking right at Him. The fingers of my left hand moved to squeeze my breast hard, harder than I would have done it, it was as if He was here taking my body as He would any time He wanted. I was His and He knew this, I knew this. My heart, body and soul belonged to Him and this instance was no different. This was for Him. 

My need for Him continued to grow as my hips pressed forward. Then it happened, that hard little nub met with the soft touch of my fingers and I screamed out His name again. My body knew what to do and lust and desire took over. My fingers teased and rubbed and pinched at my clit as my left hand squeezed my left breast harder each time. My body squirmed over the seat, thighs widening as far as they could go. His name whispered over and over as I continued to torment that now excited clit. I knew my panties were soaked with need of Him; my nipples ached for His touch. Every inch of me was His. I was His dirty little slut begging without words to be fucked.

Now soaked fingers moved reluctantly from their teasing as they pushed through the folds and made their way to circle around the hole of my tight cunt before three fingers pushed inside. Gasping loudly as I was stretched just as He would have stretched me. Arching my back as I squirmed, pressing my hips against my hand pushing my fingers in deeper and calling out His name again. I almost forgot the teasing and tormenting of my left breast till my fingers pinched hard on my nipple, I could almost feel it as if it were His teeth clamping down as His cock slid deeper inside me. Fucking me.

Over and over again the torment continued as those three fingers continued to slide in and out of my tight and very wet cunt. I moved just enough so that my thumb could tease at my clit and again I cried out. The empty house filled with the sounds of His name and the now loud whimpers and moans of heated desire and need.

A shudder coursed through me as my back arched even more. I didn't think my thighs could part more but they did sending my fingers in deeper as my body pressed against my hand. Fingers fucking that tight little cunt faster and faster with each moment, my left nipple ached and throbbed from the tugging and pinching. My body shuddered again as the inner walls of my cunt tightened around my fingers. 'Mmmm yes' was all I could think as I squirmed and pressed myself into my hand, riding my fingers as I imagined His cock fucking me, making me more and more His.

As I screamed out His name I felt my own release as my body convulsed against my fingers soaking them, my back arched sending my breast into my hand feeling those fingers squeeze around the flesh as hard as possible sending my hips rocking forward again into my hand making me shudder uncontrollably as I came again in quick succession. Inner walls tightened around my fingers over and over till I couldn't move.

Almost breathless I lay there. Opening my eyes to look out at the street my body still shuddering as I pulled my wet fingers from inside my panties and released the hold my left hand had on my breast I reached for the blanket at the bottom of the window seat and pulled it up over me. Glancing to the bed I sighed. The bed was growing more and more lonely without Him in it. Tonight while laying here still lost in thoughts of Him, my body somewhat satisfied with a need for Him I would sleep. Alone. Yet in my mind I knew He was thinking of me and I hoped that His body too was trembling still and that His bed was growing just as lonely as mine. 



Release



Edited by cymbidia

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A levitated starfish with her arms and legs splayed taunt by the tight ropes that held her, Megan hung suspended from the ceiling of her Master's playroom. She was nude except for a black leather blindfold. A matching harness held a vibrating phallus inside her pussy and a large plug in her butt. 

She didn't know how long she'd been in this position. Long enough for her arms and shoulders to ache. Long enough for her to lose track of time. Long enough for her arousal to build and grow inside her.

Somewhere in front of her she could hear the measured breathing of her Master. He held a small remote that controlled both the vibrator and the plug, and as she hung he manipulated her pleasure. He knew just when to increase or decrease the speed of the vibrator to build her tension but deny her the release she craved, and he had been keeping her constantly on the brink since he had strapped the harness on her. He turned the vibrator up as high as it would go, pulling a low moan from deep inside her as shivers of excitement burrowed through her body. Maybe this time he would permit her an orgasm. Maybe this time he would grant her a small measure of release from the exquisite torture she was enduring. 

His chair creaked above the steady buzzing of the phallus and she heard his soft steps as he paced around her. He touched a button on his control and the plug inside her ass expanded. She shrieked in blissful pain and tears welled in her eyes as it stretched her tender sphincter. He walked around her. Silent, maybe brooding, maybe smiling, she had no way of knowing. Something cold and metallic touched her nipple instantly arousing her sensitive flesh and sending a sweet chill of lurid anticipation down her spine. He slid the object over her nipple, down under the full swell of her heavy breast and then back up, softly tracing a wide circle around her areola, reveling in the low moans and ragged breaths his touch produced in her.

He drew the object away from her briefly, and then she felt it snap down onto her erect nipple. Delicious pain shot through her breast, momentarily distracting her from the building ache of her shoulders and arms. He roughly grabbed her other breast, his patience gone, and squeezed her nipple harshly. The agony was exquisite, pulsing through her body and centering her focus on her breasts. A second clamp was roughly applied to her other nipple. 

She could feel a chain hanging between her breasts and gasped when he lifted and pulled it. He yanked the chain forcefully, and she screamed with the sharp sensation, and felt tears spill from her eyes. She cried out again as he continued to pull the chain, weeping and moaning at the same time. The objects deep inside her were pushing her toward climax and the sharpness at her breasts was intensifying the pace. 

She wanted release, needed to feel her orgasm explode through her. Almost there, she felt her pussy begin to clinch around the vibrating phallus, squeezing it tightly. She grunted hoarsely, and then began to wail as her body tensed, sending searing jolts of pain through her exhausted muscles. She spasmed against her bonds, tears streaming down her face, wetting her cheeks and running salty rivulets into her gasping mouth. Finally her head drooped forward and she grew quiet. Her orgasm left her drained, but the ropes still held her limp body suspended, chest forward, with the chain dangling from her nipples and swinging in front of her.

He switched the vibrator off. Waiting for her quivering body to recover slightly, he circled her, admiring her form, her stamina. Not many could endure what she could. Even fewer would willingly, wantonly, submit to it. But she loved the pain, fed on it as he fed on her need for it. He gently lifted the chain suspended between the harsh clamps on her nipples. 

She knew what was coming, dreading it even as she prayed for it. She could hear the small clicks as he attached weights to the chain. Would he lower them gently, slowly increasing the stress on her tender nipples? Or would he drop them suddenly, eliciting sharp, intense agony?

He chose the latter. She screamed shrilly as the weights fell, threatening to rip her nipples from her sensitive breasts. Before she could recover she felt a harsh stinging slap across the bare flesh of her ass. The leather strap fell against her butt again, hard enough to cause her to swing forward. The weights attached to her nipples bobbed with her movement and refreshed the agony in her breasts. Again and again the strap fell, streaking her butt with red and filling her body with fire. Again and again, the strap struck and the weights bounced . She screamed. A new sensation joined the pain as another orgasm sparked and grew between her legs. Her Master sensed her helpless spin into orgasm, and flicked both buttons on his remote. The dildo in her pussy again began to vibrate even as the plug in her butt expanded. 

She screamed a primal throaty growl of lust and shook with climatic delight as the pain and the pleasure became singular inside her. The sensations overwhelmed her and she convulsed, her eyes rolling back in her head. No longer in control of herself she howled like a wild beast, venting her desire even as it wracked her spirit. Finally spent, she collapsed in her bonds, feeling herself float free from the pain and pleasure.

Megan awoke lying on soft silk sheets in a large bed. Her Master was sitting close, , watching her lovingly. As her eyes fluttered open he took her in his arms, holding her tenderly, and kissed her deeply. She returned his kiss, her love flowing up from the dark depths of her soul. 

"I love you," he told her gently. "You are mine."

"Yes." A simple reply, from her heart to his.



Release



The only time that I see PROPER women is when I look out over the wall. I'm just finishing off a prison sentence of eight years at HMP Lowbridge. I'm single male aged 31 with no family, and because of this, I don't get visits from anyone. Each day I sit at my window watching cars and buses stopping outside, and visitors for other inmates arrive and depart. At 12.45pm from Monday to Friday I see a bus arrive and a woman is always sitting at the back next to the window. She has become my fantasy and I dream of how I'll meet her one-day, and have lots of fun, sex and more fun. Eventually I got to meet her and this is how I met RUTH.

One day I waved at her and she tentatively waved back. This went on for a few weeks, until one day I was called to the wing office and told to go to the Probation office in the admin. block. When I got there I was called in to see the S.P.O. in charge and was informed that a certain Ms. R. Crawford had made enquiries. I was told that she would come to see me on the next Saturday, so I had to be dressed in proper clothes for a visit. When I asked who this lady was, I was told the lady from the bus. Now at least I knew the name of the lady whom I've been dreaming about.

Saturday came and I was dressed in my best gear, sat at my cell window watching for the bus. I didn't see her arrive on the bus, my spirits dropped and I lay down on my bed dejectedly. A prison red-band knocked on my cell door and said I'd got a visit. I got up and went to the visits room and signed in. I was given a table number and went and sat down. Sure enough it was my dream lady.

For a few weeks we had Saturday visits and I found out that Ruth was a widow, 46 years old and worked for the council as a clerical officer. She didn't drink except for an occasional glass of wine and only drove her car at weekends. She enjoyed reading, crosswords and watching TV.

One day I was called over to the probation office and signed a licence for a day release on the following Saturday. When I said I had a visit that day, and I couldn't go. The officer informed me that I would be going out with my visitor. From 9.00 a.m. to 4.00 p.m.

At a quarter to nine I was at the gate waiting for Ruth. She arrived in her car and off we went. First stop was a café for coffee and to talk about where we were going to go. All of my suggestions were refused on the grounds that Ruth had other ideas.

We went to her place and had a late breakfast. After we had eaten and I was washing up Ruth came and hugged me from behind. I could feel her breasts pushing into my back and I became aroused, so much so, that my cock was pushed down my leg and was trapped between my underpants and trousers. As I pushed backwards to try and ease myself Ruth moved her hands to my waist and rubbed my groin area over my trousers. Without drying my hands I turned round and hugged her back. I pushed Ruth away to ease myself and when she saw the state I was in she unfastened my trousers and pulled them down along with my underpants. My cock sprang up and slapped my lower stomach. Seven and a bit inches of hard flesh straining for release. Ruth kissed me full on the mouth our crotches pushing at each other. I pulled her skirt up from the back and found that Ruth didn't have tights or stockings on. Her knickers were tight over her backside, as if they had been moulded on. My hands went to her waistband of her knickers and slid down the inside feeling the firm flesh of her buttocks. Ruth pulled away, grabbed my hand and dragged me into the sitting room. She pushed me onto the couch then knelt at my feet. She took my shoes, socks, trousers and underpants off, and then she unfastened my shirt from the bottom up and then removed it. When I was nude, Ruth stood up and proceeded to disrobe. First her jumper, then her white bra, then her shoes, her skirt and, finally, slowly, her knickers. Nude, her body was stupendous to look at. Her breasts were globular with an engorged nipple with a reddish-brown ring. When she stood upright and I saw her fanny, it was freshly shaven. Her fanny lips were swollen closed, or maybe because of the way she was stood, I don't know. As I reached for her, she slapped my hands down. Ruth then dropped to her knees and used her hands to rub my cock and balls. She then proceeded to move her head closer to my cock. Her tongue came out and licked the full length of my shaft. I groaned with pleasure at this feeling coursing through me. Ruth pulled back and our eyes met .The desire rampant in her eyes for some all-out SEX.

I reached out and grabbed her, pulled her onto the couch twisting so that she was sitting down and I was kneeling in front of her. I bowed my head onto her tits and sucked each one in turn. I then ran my tongue down her stomach to the top of her fanny lips. The smell of her sex lips was intoxicating. I then lapped at the lips of her fanny. The taste was out of this world, sweet with a hint of saltiness. As I licked her fanny, Ruth's legs opened wider. Her hands gripped my hair forcing me closer to her core. Her fanny opened up to reveal her clitoris, which I zeroed in on, licking, sucking and nipping with my lips and teeth. Ruth was groaning and telling me to stop, but I just kept on and on. After five or six minutes of this oral treatment to her fanny, Ruth 's legs clamped on my head and her hands jammed my head onto her fanny. She came two or three times, one after the other.

When she had relaxed enough for me to get my breath back, I sat back on my heels looking at this beautiful nude lady. My cock was showing signs that I was also close to coming. With out saying anything, I spread her legs and pulled her closer to the edge of the couch, put the head of my cock between her wet fanny lips and pushed it in as far as it would go. When it went in as far as possible, I moved my hips in a circular motion, whilst letting my cock soak on her fanny juices. I slowly withdrew until I almost slipped out, then pushed it back in. I kept this pace for a minute or two until I felt myself on the brink of coming, then I really rammed it in and out until I felt my spunk shoot deep inside her fanny. As I was coming, Ruth's fanny muscles were playing on my prick with clenching and loosening. I didn't realise it at the time but Ruth was also having an orgasm.

We lay there locked together, neither, moving or speaking. My shrinking cock still embedded in her fanny. It was only when the position became uncomfortable that we parted. Ruth was sprawled on the couch and I sat on the floor looking up between her legs at her glistening fanny, which showed evidence of the first fuck. We made eye contact, and the message I received was one of thanks and praise. Once a month we had town visits and it was the same enjoyable visit. We went straight to her house and fucked, sucked, licked and kissed.

As the time of my release came close I applied for jobs and accommodation in the area. Ruth came to see me and said I had somewhere to live. It was her house. The prison and probation were happy with that arrangement. On the day of my release Ruth met me at the gates and took me home. When we arrived we had a bath together then into the bedroom where I knelt in front of Ruth and licked and kissed her fanny. I licked and nibbled until she came, then she fell back onto the bed. Before she got her breath back I was on top of her pushing my cock into her fanny. I rode her hard and fast until I shot my spunk into her love-tunnel. I then rolled onto my left side and gently rubbed her fanny lips until she had another orgasm. After lunch we were tiding up when I caught Ruth bent over. I got a hard-on and pulled her dress over her bum, pulled her knickers to one side and slowly entered her fanny from behind. 

As I was screwing her slowly she begged me to do it harder but I ignored her pleas. For half an hour I went at her slowly going in and out of her wet tunnel of love. Ruth had a lot of little orgasms then I really started to fuck her harder and faster until we both came together. I seemed to shoot gallons of spunk into her quivering fanny and I could feel the wetness oozing out over my shrinking cock. We settled into a nice quiet routine together, getting complete satisfaction from each other. After six weeks I got a job in a parcel delivery company and it was unfortunately shift-work. Things went even better when the job paid me my first wage. We went out for dinner and the cinema. Then a walk home. On the way we kept stopping to kiss and cuddle, which meant that it took longer to get home. When we finally reached home I grabbed Ruth in the hallway and hitched her dress up, turned her around, yanked her knickers down and fucked her harder than I'd ever fucked her before. When we both had come and Ruth's legs gave out I laid her on the floor, pushed her dress up to her neck and started to suck on her tits, then down to her fanny. As I was licking and sucking her, I pushed two fingers into her love-tunnel. Soon I had three fingers inside her. I finger-fucked and sucked her clit, until she flooded my hand and mouth with her love juices. We got up and went in to the sitting room and flopped down on the couch. I half turned towards Ruth and declared my love for her. It made her cry. The tears were tears of joy as she hugged me and told me that she loved me.

I found out all about Ruth and her family. All that was left that is, one sister and her aunt and uncle who lived at the other side of the country from us and that they saw each other twice a year, Summer and Christmas holidays. We bought each other little presents and love cards and left them for each other to find. One day I got a man's top shelf magazine from Ruth, and it was full of stories, pictures and advertisements for different sex aids and toys. One advert showed the address of a shop in town where all these things were available from. A few days later after I'd finished work at 2pm; I went and had a look around the shop. I spent quite a lot of my savings buying toys, videos and books. Ruth and I had great fun playing with the toys. She loved her twisting vibrating dildo. When I brought out the triple headed vibrator and used that on her fanny and bum she went into wild paroxysms of passionate orgasms. While watching a lesbian video Ruth was stunned when they used a strap on dildo that looked like a real prick. I threatened her that I would buy one of those and strap it on backwards so that everywhere she went the dildo would be filling her cunt. She swore that if I bought one she would use it on me. One of the videos showed a threesome and it was one girl and twin brothers and they used every hole at least twice and the positions they got into left nothing to the imagination. I expressed a wish that the threesome was two girls and one boy and Ruth called me a pervert. I argued back that with two girls a man could have more fun and give more pleasure to the girls than two men would to one girl. I was still called a pervert and Ruth let slip about her boarding school and one of the girls there who fancied Ruth and kept propositioning her to have sex with her, until she agreed to spend a weekend at her house. Over the weekend Ruth lost her cheery and had a lot of fun

One evening when Ruth came home from work I had done us a proper meal, with wine and all the trimmings. When she came in the door I helped her off with her coat then handed her a glass of wine. I carried her upstairs into the bedroom where I undressed her then took her into the bathroom and put her in the bath, I left her to soak while I went into the bedroom to get undressed. I returned to the bathroom and joined Ruth in the bath. For the next hour we caressed each other and slowly I pushed my cock into her fanny. While we were joined I reached over to the hand basin and pulled the towel to the floor to reveal another bottle of wine. After the wine was finished and the water had got cold we dried each other and went and put on our pyjamas and went down to our meal. We talked over the day's events. As it was my long weekend off, Thursday night until Monday night, we talked about going away for the weekend.

We went to a country hotel set in very large grounds. Our room had it's own bathroom and mini bar. That night we made love slowly and lovingly. Next morning we were up and dressed just as the sun was rising. Before breakfast we went and walked in the grounds holding each other around the waist, occasionally caressing each other's bum. Over breakfast we shared a table with an older couple and talked about what we were going to do that day. The other couple, John and Pat, were on their second honeymoon. We fibbed and said that we were on our first. That started our friendship for a long time to come. When we got back to our room I asked Ruth to marry me and she said yes. We celebrated by screwing each other in every position known to man and woman. After lunch we went out horse riding with Pat and John. The motion of the horse aroused Ruth and as we rode side by side she told me that she needed a good fuck, really long and hard fuck.



Release



Her body arched upwards as his lips sapped at the nape of her neck, his tongue a fluid motion over her skin. He kissed and licked his way lower, taking in everything as he went. Her body jerked as he wound his way over the supple mounds of her breast. Kissing and teasing a small spot, getting lower and lower and lower. Finally after what seemed and eternity, she felt his hot breath against the sensitive nub of her nipple, like a whisper of a touch his tongue snaked out and caressed its tip, then suddenly his entire mouth closed around it and she felt a sudden pleasurable tug of his mouth sucking gently on her. 

Her body pushed forward instinctively, wanting to push...no, needing to give as much of herself to him as she possibly could, she felt his tongue dance across her nipple and around her electrified areola. Faster and faster, the tapping dance of his tongue as it darted back and forth across the tip, her body tensed and stiffened one moment, grew soft and pliable the next. Deep inside she felt a tremendous stirring, it reacted to every motion he made, when his hands slid across her skin she felt a spark shoot up upwards following in his wake, when his body moved atop hers, she felt herself open, accepting him entirely, his hand streaked across her inner thigh and the same jolt ran with it, still his mouth clung to her breast, suckling, tasting and draining all limitations from her body.

His mouth moved across her body and she inhaled deeply as he suckled the other breast into his mouth, he was gentle at first but he became increasingly urgent in his ministrations. Sucking harder, his lips pulling her nipple, stretching it, then when it popped from between his lips his mouth sunk down upon her again. Her lips formed a trembling "O", her breath ragged within her chest refused to let the slightest moan escape though in her mind she screamed and begged for more. 

Her body quivered, and her fingers grabbed the sheets white knuckled, her mouth ajar but no sounds came out. She started shaking, whipping her head from side to side as his fingers traced lines across her inner thigh, going close but never touching her need. Her stomach heaved; her back arched further pushing at his lips, willing him to take more of her, but he pulled away from her insistence. He touched, stroked, licked and sucked at his own controlled pace, satiating her with his desires. He was gentle but in this way he was vicious, it was his own brand of torture, the more he denied her the more she craved him, his touch and his desire. 

Then suddenly she felt his fingers brush against her lower lips and a spasm wracked her frame. Again came the slight touch and again she jerked, her hand clenched in tight fists against her silken restraints, wanting to pull them apart, tears came to her eyes as she fought to keep silent, fought her need for his. Her stomach churned with anticipation, her legs quivered and jerked inwards but her bonds held them open granting him as much access as possible. She bit at her lip so hard she could taste where her teeth broke through... please... please... please... pleaseeeeeee..... her mind screamed, her body pleaded, her whole being begged. He kept his pace, slow and steady, deliberate in every touch. She was at her brink but still she could not relent, she could not release her soul without his words, without his approval but with each passing second, with each touch, with each stroke it became harder and harder. Did he know what he was doing to her...of course he did. Pleasure in itself can become pain, building behind the barrier of his control like a dam, pushing forward despite its restrictions. 

In one blinding moment his fingers slipped between her lips and sunk into her wet, warm sex, an incredible force swept through her body, simmering heat washed from her fingers and toes, coalescing at the point of his intrusion, muscles she was unaware she possessed danced and undulated within, pulling and sucking as he lips did. Her body lifted into his and for a full minute she was locked unmoving, mouth open without sound, tears streaking both sides from her closed eyes and fingers wrapped around the very bonds that kept them in place. 

"Release yourself unto me Little One."

His words penetrated the chaos of her mind, cutting through the din of her ringing ears and in that instant her eyes flew wide open and she felt the pressure that was building inside her burst forth, erupting in a torrent of pleasure and wild emotions. She screamed, and grabbed him with all the orgasmic strength her body granted her, ripping loose her bonds as his words had released everything within her. Squeezing him to her, wrapping him in the nexus that enveloped her very being.



Release



My carpool drops me off at home after work and I walk up sidewalk fumbling in my purse to find my keys. Standing at the door I reach for the knob and insert the key into the lock. I walk in and am about to throw my purse on the side table kick off my shoes and relax before going to class when I see the candles and wine glasses on the table. I'm confused because you said you were supposed to be working tonight. My back is to the stairs and I'm so caught off guard that I don't hear your steps behind me. Suddenly I feel your presence and before I can react your body is pressed against mine from behind. 

Your left hand snakes up my throat and holds my chin pulling my head to the side. Your right hand claims my breast and tugs at the nipple. Instantly my core turns molten. You nuzzle my neck slowly, teasingly and I know what's coming. I hear the growl and then feel the teeth in my skin. My knees buckle but you hold me up by my throat and my breast. I hang there, helpless with desire, aching for you to take me. I feel your hardness poking against my ass. I struggle to turn wanting to taste your lips but you hold firm and the struggle only serves to pull my nipple harder and poke your cock further into the crack of my ass. I swear I am about to come just from this. Suddenly you release me, spin me around and yank off my coat. You frantically tear at my pants, tugging them down along with my panties. The slacks pool around my feet. I stand there, head swimming, confused, aroused, not sure what to do. Your hands trace my legs from ankle to knee to thigh. I'm sure you can see me quivering. 

You pause for a second and then reach behind me grabbing me by the ass and forcing my dripping pussy to your lips. You thrust your tongue between the slit of my cunt and lick frantically at my hard little clit. I grab your head and moan as I feel an orgasm rushing up at me. Your hands massage and grope my ass pulling my cheeks apart and probing at my hole. One finger finds my center and another finds my ass. You begin to finger fuck me while I ride your face. Suddenly the orgasm erupts and I come violently. You feel my cunt and my ass squeezing your fingers and a little trickle of pussy juice squirts out and dribbles down your chin. This drives you over the edge. You stand, yank off my sweater, tear at my shirt and bra as I desperately try to undo your shirt. Clothes go flying and suddenly I'm face down on the couch with you shoving your massive cock into my swollen little pussy. You grab my hips and pump into me hard. I reach between my legs and start to play with myself. I come again almost instantly from your dick stretching my pussy so tight. I feel you start to come but you suddenly pull out. You grab a fist full of my hair and turn my head just as you come. By the time you're done my face, neck and tits are covered and you're kneeling over me looking very satisfied. 

You lean down grabbing me by the back of the neck and whisper, "That was for forgetting who you belong to my little slut. Now go wash off and get your ass back here- we're not even close to being done." 

I quickly run upstairs feeling your warm cum getting colder on my skin. Nothing makes me feel dirtier, sluttier, sexier or more owned than being covered in your cum. I head into the bathroom to wash off, planning to use my lavender scented face wash, knowing how much you hate the smell of semen. When I walk into the bathroom I see a collar and my favorite butt plug on the counter. There's also a note. 

"Put on the collar, lube your ass and bring the plug downstairs with you. You will insert the plug in your ass for me while I watch." 

Reading this makes my pussy twinge even though I've just come twice. I'm a little hesitant about the collar, though. Things have been a bit strained with us lately and it's very hard for me to show this side of myself without feeling totally secure in our relationship. I love playing and I love how dirty and utterly satisfied this type of sex makes me feel but it also makes me feel very vulnerable and the collar is very symbolic for both of us. I think about all this as I wash up and lube my ass. I decide I won't put the collar on, I can't put it on yet. I hope you'll understand. Instead I bring it and the plug downstairs. I see you sitting on the couch naked with a glass of prosecco in your hand and one for me on the coffee table. You see the collar in my hand and raise an eyebrow at me. You look a little disapproving but not angry. 

I walk over and kneel between your legs nuzzling your cock and balls with my face. You smell like sex, like us. I feel your dick stir from the attention I'm giving it and you gently twine your fingers in my hair. You tug up, indicating you want me to look at you. I pull my face from your beautiful cock and look in your eyes. I see concern and also love and behind that a smoldering desire I haven't seen in a while. I climb into your lap and wrap myself around you, burying my face in your neck. You hold me tight gently rubbing my back and stroking my hair. 

"Why didn't you put the collar on like I asked?" you whisper into my ear.

I pull back to look at you. "I...don't...I couldn't, I just didn't feel right." I stammer. 

For some reason I feel ashamed and I look down, not able to meet your gaze. You pull my chin up forcing me to look you in the eye. 

"What didn't feel right? Answer me." You say when I hesitate.

"This. Us. It's been a while and there's been so much distance." I try to explain. "I can't just open up like this, let myself be so vulnerable, I'm scared, I'm hurt, I feel alone." 

The words come rushing out and I feel tears start to stream down my cheeks. 

"Shh-shh" You say. "It's ok. It's ok. I know. It's been hard on both of us but you need this. I need this. That's why I'm doing my job and taking charge of my little slut again. You have to know you have always been and will always be mine, my slut, my doll, my grace. I know things haven't been right between us lately so I'm trying to fix that. I haven't been a very good Dom and you have been a very bad little slut. You've come without permission dozens of times, and you didn't put on your collar like I told you to. You know you will have to be punished."

"NO!" I wail, my bottom lip pouting out. I hate the way I sound- like an obstinate willful little girl. A punishment is the last thing I need I think to myself. I need care and soft slow love making. I'm about to tell you this when you suddenly suck that pouting bottom lip into your mouth and begin to kiss me like you haven't kissed me in a long time. I feel your body respond the same way mine has started to do. We both groan breathing into one another's mouth.

"Yes." You say and I'm not sure if you're saying yes to the feelings rushing through you or reaffirming your plan to punish me but at this point I don't care. Your hardening cock is caught between my thighs and I begin to wriggle on it trying my damndest to get it inside me. You're grabbing my ass and rubbing me back and forth along your length, using me to masturbate yourself. I groan in frustration wanting you inside me. I slide up and try to grab your dick to put it in my hot dripping cunt but you catch my hands. 

"No." you say, "Not until you accept your punishment." I pout again. "In fact, you will not come again until you accept your punishment like a good little slut." 

I laugh. I don't mean to, it just comes out. Instantly I know this was a mistake. Before I know it I'm face down over your lap with my bottom perched up vulnerably. Your hand is pinning me at the back of my neck and your other arm is holding my flailing legs down. I struggle and curse at you but quickly realize you are stronger and I don't stand much of a chance so I switch to reason. 

"I have to go class, let me go." I say. "They'll wonder where I am."

"I already called and explained that you're not feeling well. You have no excuses and nothing to think about except you and me and how you are going to sit at work tomorrow once I'm done with this ass of yours."

"No. I'm serious I can't do this right now." I plead.

"Yes you can." You reply and smack my ass with your hand.

Despite myself I feel that familiar tingle and spreading warmth in my pussy. I protest again and again it's met with a swat to my bottom. We continue this way until you notice that along with my objections my hips are starting to grind against your legs. You roughly slide two fingers into my pussy and find it drenched.

"Your cunt is soaked!" you hiss "Don't try to tell me you don't want this, slut!" 

You jam your fingers in and out of my pussy while rubbing your thumb along my clit until you feel the tell tale signs that I'm close to coming. You rip your fingers from inside me and land a sharp blow on my bottom. 

"Don't you DARE!" you warn me. "You will not come until I say so and you will not come until you have begged me to put your collar on you. Do you understand?"

"NO!" I scream. 

My head is spinning out of control. So many emotions are tumbling around in my body I feel like I'm going to lose my mind. I'm horny, so so incredibly horny and confused and scared and angry and embarassed. We worked so hard for me to get past my issues with my submissive self but the past months have been rough for us and we've drifted apart. Without that safety net of our intimacy I've had to hide that part of me again and now you're bringing her out against my will into a relationship I'm not totally secure in. I hate you right now and I've never wanted you more. I can also maybe see what you're trying to do by taking control from me and being that strong dominant man that I need. Though I'm certainly not going to admit it to you. I gave you myself willingly the last time. This time you are going to have to break me. We're in for a long night.

"No what?" you ask. "No you don't understand?"

"No. Just no." I respond. "I'm not going to do this, I can't."

"You can and you will, slut." You say as you resume your ministrations to my slick swollen pussy. "And you'll do it with much more respect than you've shown me so far tonight. Are we clear?" 

You say this in a strong, steady voice, with a confidence that you are right and you know I will, in the end, obey. I remain silent, slipping into the soft rolling waves of pleasure you're causing with your talented hands. I squeeze your fingers as they probe deep inside me. Just a few more strokes and I think I can get off. Suddenly your fingers stop moving. I groan in frustration. I try to wiggle my hips to get the friction I need but you have me pinned tight.

"Do you want to come my little slut?" You ask with amusement in your voice.

"Yes." I admit.

"Then you know what to do." you say. 

We both sit there stubbornly not moving. I refuse to beg tonight. 

"I see we're going to have to do this the hard way." You say. You sigh and gently push me off your lap. "This could be so much easier and so much more fun for both of us if you just give in." you tell me. 

I glare at you, the words "Fuck you" struggling to burst through my lips. But I know that would be deadly and I wisely keep my mouth closed. You sigh again. 

"Upstairs." You order. 

I look at you and shake my head. I know what's going to happen up there and while I want it, I also want nothing less. It's always been that way, that love/hate relationship with my dark sexual needs. I shake my head again, no. You lean towards me and I flinch. I know you can make me if you really want. But instead you lean in and gently take my head in your hands. Softly you kiss my jaw line, locked tight in defiance, up my cheek to my temple, my nose and then my mouth. You part my lips with your tongue and make me melt. 

"Please little one, let's go upstairs." You whisper. 

You take my hand and stand up. With a light tug I'm on my feet following you up the stairs and into the bedroom. You sit at the edge of the bed and pull me to you. You gaze at me, drinking in all of my body with your eyes.

"God you are beautiful." you say, "Even when you are acting like a spoiled little brat." 

I scowl and you grin. You grab my ass with both hands and sink your teeth into a nipple. My pussy instantly gushes and I freeze. You fingers pry apart my cheeks and penetrate my ass. I feel my pussy clenching in pre-orgasmic anticipation. You have me right at the edge and you know it. You release my nipple.

"Do you want to come slut?" you ask.

I nod.

"Then beg for it." you say.

I consider it. I admit for a second I consider begging- I'm so close. But instead I shake my head.

"Suit yourself." you say standing up. 

Your cock slides between my lips as you stand briefly knocking against my clit. Ooooh fuck that feels good. I shiver at the contact as you move around behind me. Gently but forcefully you push me over and onto the bed. Before I realize what's happening a vibrator is shoved deep into my cunt. Oh yes, yes, yes! My body screams and then suddenly my arms are lashed together and held tight against the head of the bed. As I'm assessing my predicament my left leg is spread and attached to the foot of the bed quickly followed by my right. Well, I did know this was going to happen I think to myself. I may as well resign myself to the caning that I know is coming too. At least you were nice enough to use a vibrator. 

"And a butt plug!" you say, as if reading my mind.

"You did at least lube your ass I assume?" you ask. "If not I'm guessing this will be a little uncomfortable for you." you say as you roughly shove the plug home. 

I squeak. You aren't usually so rough but I guess I've tested your limits tonight. Lying on my stomach with my pussy and ass filled I'm overwhelmed with the need to come. The anticipation of the caning is just heightening my desire. I'm such a submissive little slut. This turns me on so much. You know it, I know it, why can't I just admit it to you and be done with it? Because it's been too long, I answer myself. We've let it go, we've drifted and I just don't feel secure. That's why. He's got to prove himself to me just like I have to prove myself to him. That's what this is about.

I feel you behind me grabbing at the vibrator. Slowly you begin to thrust it in and out of my sopping cunt. Soft little moans and squeaks escape me as you build my passion even higher. 

"Don't you come slut." you say over and over, "Don't even think about coming yet." 

Oh but I'm thinking about it. I'm so damn close...and you stop. That's when I feel the first strike of the cane. It's hard. Harder than I think you've ever hit me. I yowl and my body jerks off the bed. It feels like fire racing across the middle of my bottom.

"That's 1." you say. "You've got 19 more. It's really an arbitrary number considering you've disobeyed too many times to count recently. But I figured I needed a stopping point. You can stop it any time by begging me to let you come. Ok?" 

This is not our ordinary caning session. This is not the nice light pleasureable strokes you usually administer. These are punishment strokes. I can tell the difference and I don't think I can last for 19 more. You bring the cane down again. I scream and curse. 

"That's 2" you say. You place the cane down on the bed next to my head where I can see it and then you grab the vibrator which has slipped out of my pussy from the convulsions of my body during the caning. You shove it inside me and begin to masturbate me, bringing me higher and higher on that sensual plane, making me hornier than I ever thought possible. My hips pump lewdly against the vibe in your hand. I pant and groan and almost...almost...and you stop. You pick up the cane and another white hot lash lands across my ass. 

Again you put the cane down and fuck me with the vibe. Just as I'm reaching the peak again you pick up the cane. 

This time, you stop and ask, "Do you want to come slut?" 

I don't answer. I just glare at you. The cane comes down again. I howl in pain- my ass is on fire, I swear it's litterally burst into flames. Then the pleasure. That intense amazing pleasure. Pleasure that can only be felt in contrast to that beautiful pain. You continue like this alternating blistering swats of the cane with fucking me with the vibrator. You ask me each time if I want to come and each time I refuse to answer. By the 9th stroke of the cane I'm sobbing, by the 13th I'm barely comprehensible, by the 18th I've reached a state of semi-consciousness and when we reach 20 we're both breathing hard, sweating and aroused beyond all imagining. 

I see your dick sticking straight out, hard and purple, dripping pre-cum. I made it. I made it through the 20 strokes and I didn't break. I'm a mess with snot dripping out of my nose, hair clinging to my neck and face in sweaty strands and my ass on fire. You glare at me and I glare back. There's only one thing to do now. 

You climb onto the bed and mount me from behind. Grabbing my red welted ass in your hands you shove yourself into me and pound me like an animal. Wild inhuman noises escape you as you violently claim my body. The pain from you pounding against my beaten bottom only seems to arouse me further. 

"Yes! Yesyesyesfuck me fuck me fuck me take me!" I scream. I'm so close, so close to coming I think I might pass out. 

I feel you stiffen, your cock swells inside me and you growl, "Come for me slut, come now!" And we both explode. I feel you pulsing into me as I tighten and contract around you. We come hard, our bodies responding to one another and I burst into tears. I'm sobbing, big heaving sobs of fear and anger and stress as I continue to come around your cock. We've finally found release. The both of us, together. All those months of anger and resentment that had built up between us are gone, broken down and beaten out of us. 

You lay down on top of me and I feel your tears mix with mine. Our sweaty beaten bodies and souls mingle together in the little twisted oasis we've created. You gently untie my hands and feet and pull me into you. Face to face you breathe my breath. I continue crying as you stroke and hold me tight. As I begin to finally calm down, little hiccuping sniffles escaping from me, I feel your cock start to harden against my stomach. You kiss my eyes, the tears on my cheeks and slide into me.



Release!



He walks in to the room quietly and sees her lying there in the white porcelain tub. The air is tinged with the light smell of the scented bath and the room is doused in quiet light from the flickering candles. He sees the glass of half drunk red wine and moves in even closer. God, how sexy she looks covered in white tiny bubbles. Her soft body prone in the tub totally immersed in the warm water. Her head propped back on a little blue towel baring the soft curve of her neck. Her silky blond hair is up and she has her eyes closed but she knows he is here.

He glances at the swell of her breasts just peeking through the bubbles and enjoys the erotic view they make. Rising and falling ever so slightly, he knows that she is relaxed. This is just what he had envisioned. She needed this and he would give it to her.

He walks over to the white vanity and takes a small sip of the wine. In his minds eye he can see her luscious lips covering the rim of the glass and remembers the times those lips were wrapped around him. He feels a surge of passion at the thought and then remembers, this is for her. Tonight she will be played as a beautiful musical instrument and his hands will make her sing.

She opens her blue eyes and begins to speak. "Shhhhhh" her Master says to her. He looks at her and states so matter of factly," Close your eyes and do not speak. Just enjoy this moment. The only thing I wish to hear emanating from your wet silky throat is your sounds of passion". She knows better than to disobey for she realizes this is as much for him as for her and she will not displease him this night. She nods, looking passionately into her Master's eyes and then closes her eyes once more and lowers her neck back to the edge of the tub.

He slowly undresses. His eyes never leaving her body. He unbuttons his wrinkled white shirt. It has been a long day! He undoes his belt and unbuttons his pants slowly. Now it will get better! He knows she can hear him and wants to look but he also knows she will not. She loves her Master and wishes not to disobey him. He steps out of his black loafers and discards his socks and is naked before her. She still has not looked and her eyes remain closed. He knows this is punishment to her.

He crosses to the edge of the tub and sits there near her. He can feel the heat rising from the warm water. "Is it the water or is it her?" he wonders to himself. She is such a passionate creature! He has been fortunate to find this loving submissive. And quickly thinks back to when he first met her. It always brings a smile to his face.

Turning his attention back to her he lowers his small hands to her neck and shoulders and begins to knead her muscles. She is tense but not from strenuous work. He knows his touch always does this to her and that is why he knows how to play her. A quick stroke there and a soft pluck here and before long she sings for him. It will again be this way tonight but also different.

He is enjoying the feel of her soft skin. It is like touching a velvet cloth. Smooth and silky, soft and supple. His fingers rub her delicate shoulders and slowly caress the nape of her neck. His fingers love to touch her and he can never seem to get enough of her. Nor she, him! He lowers his lips to her ear and gently licks the outside. "God, I love the taste of you," he whispers in her ear and she moans in acquiescence. He nibbles at her ear and moves his lips to behind her lobe and kisses her softly. He knows she enjoys this and continues his foray. His hands have stopped kneading her shoulders as they wish to feel more of her. He slowly spreads out his fingers and begins his glide over her wet skin to her breasts.

She is beginning to breathe a little more rapidly now. It does not take much to begin his sweet pet on her passionate journey. That is something that he has loved from the beginning. Her quickness to arousal. Her desire to please him. He continues to lick and kiss at her lobes raining love down upon her. But he also senses her impalpable desire for more. His hands are almost at the swelled tips of her white creamy mounds and he longs to fill his hands with her soft orbs. Ever so slowly, while not stopping at kissing her ears and nuzzling her neck, he encircles her breasts with his hands and starts to gently caress them. They feel perfect. He cups both breasts in his hands and enjoys the way they just mold themselves to his fingers. Perfect mounds of pleasure topped by hard little nubs. Her nipples have hardened considerably on top her wet mounds and they are rising out of the bubbles like glaciers in the artic. He slides his thumbs over them and feels them spring to his touch. She moans a little more now and he realizes he has set the orchestra flowing. The beginning movement!!

His lips on her throat nipping at her skin and leaving light teeth marks. His hands encompassing her breasts he continues on with his musical creation. His fingers rise from her breast and lightly pinch at her tall hardened red nipples. He knows she likes them pinched and he alternates between soft little squeezes and harder forceful pressure. He flicks his fingers over them and then pinches again. Little circular swirls and then hard tugs between his thumb and forefinger. He has always loved the way they respond. She is moaning ever more so now and he knows it is time to move on else she cum from this intense movement he has begun.

His hands leave her breasts and continue their journey downward. She whimpers her protest and he whispers to her. "Shhhh or I will stop all together". She hears the command in her Masters voice and obeys for she always tries to be his good little slave. She loves him. And she has from the moment they met and still doesn't know how or why, just that it was.

His hands have moved lower to the gentle slope of her belly and he lovingly plays with her bellybutton. She smiles but does not say anything for she does not want this concerto to end. She is his instrument to play with as he chooses and she just happens to benefit from the music he plays. His hands move on even lower and he feels her intake of breath for she is hoping that their journey is headed toward her apex. But the hands continue elsewhere and she wants to groan her protest but again dares not. He will pluck whatever string he wants and she will not interfere.

His hands move ever lower now to her soft legs and the tight thighs. He lets his fingers roam at will upon her soft body. To the inside of her creamy thighs and the underside of her sculpted legs he glides his hands over her. Slowly, knowing that he will tease her, he slips his hands nearer her sweet treasure. It is hotter down here, much hotter than the water that she soaks in. Her passion is steaming the room unlike any steam ever could. He lets his fingers roam to with an inch of her pubic mound and stops. Applying light little touches he teases her with his fingertips.

It is becoming too much for her. A small moan escapes from her mouth and he hears every little note of passion she utters. He continues his ministrations all the while knowing that the movement is rising. The music is beginning its ascent to heaven. And she is the recipient. God, he loves to see her like this!

He pries his lips away from her neck and slowly licks his tongue down her body to the hard nipples that tremble. He ever so lightly flicks his tongue over one nub and feels her quick intake of breath. Now he has her attention. Her back arched and her breasts high she tries to push more of her breasts into his mouth. He backs away knowing that he is the one who will control this musical crescendo and him alone. She sighs, knowing that he will control her passion and her body. And she will let him. He can do whatever he would like. He is Master!

Seeing her back lower and her breasts fall he swoops in with his mouth and sucks her nipple deeply into his mouth. Now he has her and hungrily flicks his tongue over the hardened moist nub. Now she begins to moan loudly. The tremble of her body takes shape in the depth of her throat. He hears her sweet music and knows that she is on her way to ascension. With great hunger and passion her assaults her nipples and breasts, loving them, licking them, gently biting them. She arches her back more and tries to fill his mouth with her orbs and this time he lets her. Feasting on her mounds he savors the heat and softness of her skin. And then he stops. Again!

She opens her eyes and pleads silently with him to continue. But it is not to be. He looks at her and mouths the words silently, "It is not time" She sees the look in his dark eyes and knows that this evening is be special. He will make her tremble with desire like a softly plucked fiddle played by a master fiddler. She can see that nothing less will suffice for him and she lowers herself back into the water.

She had forgot his hands. They came back to her senses again lightly caressing her inner thigh. It was driving her mad with desire and he would continue his light touches sliding closer and closer to her inner core. Close and yet never toughing and she knew better than to try and push her velvety mound closer to his touch. She knew it would upset him and so she just trembled and let him have his way. Master knew what she needed even when she didn't.

He knew now was the time to regain his composure and her attention away from her passion. He was becoming insanely aroused himself and his manhood stood firm and erect wishing to penetrate her wet puffy lips. But tonight was about her. About showing her that he loved her, that he valued her, that he desired her. Tonight was about Release!

Releasing her from all the negative things that had happened to her. Release from a life of unhappiness and frustration. Release of her body, mind, heart and soul to him forever, completely.

And so he drew away from her womanhood and let her catch her breath. He could still hear her small sounds of pleasure. Gently mewling and little sighs. He had her now and it would not be much longer. So his journey continued. 

His hands glided further down her muscled legs, feeling the soft silkiness of her skin. He slipped his hands under her knees and heard her mewing again as he lightly scratched behind her knees. He knew she would like this also and kept playing her. One hand under one knee and the other hand slipping further down her legs. He bent lower and kissed her knee and she softly whimpered at that. She loved his kisses, gentle, rough, sensitive, demanding, insistent. Any way that he chose to kiss her and make her feel wanted and loved. He had a way of doing that to her and she never wanted to feel the lack of it. She so desperately wanted to please him with her whole being.

Ever slowly, not mindful of time, his hands caressed her curved supple calves and grazed lovingly over her legs. She had such strong legs and calves from years of walking. He loved that about her. How she strove to take care of herself and her appearance. It was important to him. He loved how she looked!

Ending at her feet his hands enveloped her foot and gently began to work the muscles on the undersides. She whimpered a little more as he did this. It was relaxing and sensual. He kneaded the muscles with his strong hands and pressed his thumbs against her tender skin. Sliding fingers between her toes and rubbing the arches of her feet, first one foot and then the other. Gently trying to work all the hardness out of her body and draining her of any cares she may have had. He was watching her every move. She was totally relaxed. Now was the time! The final movement! The Climax!

Tenderly lowering her tiny feet he slid his hands back up her legs just pausing slightly. There was purpose now to his hands and time to make this creature of submission sing and soar. He was going to play her now and play her well. She would never forget this night! His hands closed in on her inner thighs and he felt her tensing rising again. Yet as once before, he knew this was a different tension. An air of sexual tension. And she knew too, that it was time!

Lowering his lips once again to her firm breasts he sucks them deeply into his mouth. He flicks the tender nipples once again making them strain even harder to stand erect. He nibbled and licked and licked and nibbled. Taking pleasure in every taste of her skin. Her body started responding with all the passion of an orchestra playing their most complicated piece. Her body arched and forced her swelled breast even further into his mouth. His teeth nipping and his tongue licking were taking their toll and then he added another movement. 

His fingers found her treasure. Slippery and wet, hot and aching, he slides his fingers over her mound. And she jumped. Gliding through her little tuft of blond hair and gently caressing her puffy outer lips he caressed and felt. Sliding one hand over her heated mound he cupped her and felt her slippery juices starting to flow even through the water. Her tiny clit was engorged and longed to be touched. He erased that longing. His forefinger found her little hard button and proceeded to give it the attention it ached for. He softly rubbed it and then slid his fingers over it and between her folds. 

She was breathing hard now, very hard. Her moans coming louder and longer. It was the music he longed to hear. She was being primed for the finality. His assault on her soft body continued. His fingers were everywhere at once. Sliding over her swollen clit, slipping in to her tender wet folds. Caressing her inner thighs and then back to her soft opening. She splayed her legs for him wider for easier access and he knew she was close. Her whimpering and low moans mingled with the sharp intakes of breath told him she would not last much longer. He was determined to bring her to that final moment!

He continued to slide his fingers everywhere surrounding her wet slippery cunt. She was crying out now as he touched and prodded and flicked. He felt her wetness as it began to flow from her canal of love. He slipped first one finger inside her and then another. She was a furnace of desire. His fingers attacked her clit. Lightly at first rubbing over all of it and then incessantly he worked at it and rubbed it till it was harder and more erect than it had ever been before in her life. She was crying out loudly now in her most passionate sounds. The music of her wanton desire was filling him with the sweet sounds he had sought.

It was time. She was on the edge. Her body strung tighter than the strings on a guitar and he went to work on her with the fury of a man possessed. He nipped her nipples and flicked her clit. He thrust his fingers inside her and rubbed her love button with his thumb. His touch was everywhere and on every part of her. And she exploded like the sound of a thousand trumpets.

Crying out to no one and everyone, "Master, uhhhhhhn nnnnnngggggggg... I'm cummmmmmminnnngggg" her voice exploded with the sweet sounds of lust and pleasure. She moaned and mewed and her body arched and twisted. She came and couldn't stop as he continued to play with her. She screamed as she came again and again and her voice was singing with the intense orgasm he had given her. She was insane with her pleasure and didn't want it to end. She had never cum so intensely or so many times at once before. Finally he stopped his exploration and let her descend back down from her high. She was radiant from her lust and he knew she would know. 

He looked lovingly at her and said one word "Release". 

She looked back and with all the love she had within breathed, "Surrender"! 



Release



It was a cold day when she showed up at his doorstep wearing a long, black petticoat and high heels. He knew she was coming because she texted him earlier in the day and asked for a hard spanking that night to release some tension. He answered the door and invited her in not thinking anything of her attire. He wasn't a man to waste any time so he asked her to undress so they could get down to business. She slowly took off the petticoat as he looked at her in a very desirable way. As the petticoat slid off her shoulders he noticed that the only thing that was showing was her delicious body, she chose not to wear anything under the petticoat. He was excited like any man would be looking at a sexy naked chick in front of him. She placed the coat on the couch before reaching to undo her shoes. He stopped her and told her to keep them on and lead over the dining room table.

She walked over to the table a little unstable in her heels because she very rarely ever wore them and he watched her ass as she bent slowly over the table. She was testing him to see if she could get him to go light on the spanking but it wasn't going to work. Not this time, not when she asked for a hard spanking. He only massaged her butt for a few seconds before bringing his hand down softly on her butt. She took hard spankings better with a warm up and it gave them a chance to reconnect after a long day. He steadily sped up the spanks increasing to harder and harder slaps, massaging her butt every few minutes. He pushed her legs apart so he could let his fingers slip to check her wet she was and to get back at her for teasing him so. It didn't take long for his fingers to come out dripping wet from the excitement.

When she started to moan from the hand spanks he grabbed a strap. It was time to move on to the harder spanking she asked for. He brought the strap back and brought it down sharply on her butt as she gasped in surprise from the leather she loved so much to feel. Time and time again the leather left stripes on her butt and she began to wiggle more and more with each stroke. He grabbed her hips and pushed down on her back and reminded her to stay in position or he would have to bring out the implements she didn't care much for. She looked back at him with such innocent eyes that he knew he would never be able to punish her for wiggling her cute butt. The more she wiggled the harder he got and she felt that as he was holding her hips, his cock growing against her butt.

He let go of her hips and reached for a larger wooden paddle. A heavy one that he knew could make her wetness drip down to her knees from just the impact. He showed her the paddle he intended to use on her and told her to kiss it before she felt it across her ass. She kissed it slowly before licking it. At the sight of that his cock grew even bigger. God she knew how to turn him on. He backed up then brought the paddle down on her butt. Slowly at first and increasing speed and intensity as her crying out increased. The more she cried out the harder he hit until the sobbing turned to silent sobs. Once she got to this point he knew that she had gotten the release she needed so much. He told her that he was only going to spank her five more times quickly before moving on to better activities.

She knew these five were going to be the hardest and braced herself as the first one fell on her already red and swollen butt. She gasped for air but maintained her composure. He brought the second one down just as hard and this time she jumped a little bit. He touched her back and it calmed her down to get back in position. He always did have a calming touch on her. He brought the paddle down again twice quickly so she wouldn't have time to react but being his good girl she just cried out and wiggled her butt some. The fifth time was the hardest hit of the paddle and, since she knew it was over; she jumped up and grabbed her butt sobbing loudly from the hard hits.

He hugged her for a minute before pushing her back over the table and rubbing some of the pain out of her very hot, swollen and red butt. He rubbed lotion on it to soothe it and it gave him more reason to keep rubbing. When he stopped rubbing she turned around and hugged him tightly, thanking him for the release. He held her tightly and thanked her for being his good little girl. When her hold loosened on him he turned her back around and pushed her back over the table. The throbbing in his pants was just too much at this point and he knew exactly what to do with it...



Release



To his disappointment he found her on the bed, still fully clothed. His hands were on her and she could feel her pulse start to race. Moving his hand skillfully along the base of her spine, down her leg. His lips on her neck, then her ear, his breath sending chills through her body. Without warning he stopped, walking to the door, looking back at her letting her know when he returned the clothes better be gone. His voice strong and commanding causing desire to pool in her panties. The need for his return pulsating in her veins. With a swiftness she removed her clothes and waited for him. She didn't have to see him to know he was there, his eyes were on her and almost as attentive as his hands. Every nerve was waking as he slowly began loving on her. Soft kisses to her toes, her ankles and calves, kissing his way up her belly. She was unable to lay still, her body shifting under him as he made his way back down, his kisses becoming nibbles. He continued his delectable torture to her body. The room was filled with the sounds he was arousing in her. There wasn't an inch of her that had not been set ablaze by his hands, his lips and his tongue.

She was insane with desire, spreading her thighs, welcoming his tongue. Her back arched ready for him to taste her. He parted her swollen lips and took his first lick. She could feel her toes curl with every skilled stroke. He licked and probed as if she had been starving him. Her body melted into him as his tongue pushed deeper into her slit. Every tender caress from his tongue had her gripping the sheets. She could feel the wetness as it flooded between her thighs. Again she arched her back pulling his tongue in deeper. He moved feverishly inside her, she tried to hold back but the urge to cum was too strong. Her body began to shake as her orgasm tore through her. He still worked his tongue with precision, hitting every nerve. She screamed out in pleasure as he took her clit inside his mouth, sucking and tugging, as another orgasm ripped through her. She thrashed beneath him as he continued his sultry attack to her body. She wanted more than his tongue, she wanted to feel his cock pumping inside her. She shifted her body and he looked up at her and he knew what she wanted, it was as if he could read her mind. He grabbed her legs and put them on his shoulders as he settled between her thighs. 

One swift thrust and his cock was buried in her core. It was hard and throbbing and ready to please. A mixture of gentle thrust and blunt drives, as he made love to her. He leaned into her, kissing her neck, her breast, sucking her hard peaks into his mouth. Declarations of love slipping from his lips, as he lavished her body in sweet, hot kisses. He slowed his thrust not ready to find his own release, not wanting it to be over. He pulled from her, sliding his face back between her legs as he licked and sucked, driving her over the edge. She was suddenly overwhelmed with the desire to pleasure him the way he had pleasured her, moving her body out from under him she positioned herself between his legs. His cock glistened with a mixture of them both. Her lips kissed the tip as her tongue slid down the shaft. It was hard and slick as she took him into her mouth, long, deep strokes sliding her lips up and down, erupting sounds of pleasure from his lips. She loved the feel of him in her mouth, but the taste is what she loved the most, salty and sweet. The way he would sometimes push her head down on him, as if he couldn't get enough. God she loved him and at times all the intimacy between them could not get her as close as she needed to be to him. He was the other half of her soul and without him she would starve. He thrust his hips pushing his cock in deeper and she welcomed the challenge. She sucked the tip vigorously, taking it in and out of her mouth, the way she knew he loved it. She could feel his cock as it became harder and obscenities spilled from his lips as he filled her mouth with his hot lava. She still worked her lips, milking him of every drop. When she knew he was fully sated she kissed a trail to his lips touching them softly. He pulled her into his arms and she snuggled into him, both smiling. Kissing, touching and enjoying the sex-post high.



Release a Little Tension



I came home from work frustrated and tired. It had been a long day. Work sucked. My boss was an asshole and since I was still so new, I hadn't made any friends in the office yet so there was no one to commiserate with when I got yelled at over inconsequential nothings. The days were longer without someone to gripe with or laugh with over lunch. 

My apartment wasn't very big, but I lived pretty much alone so I didn't need all that much room. I kicked off my shoes in the little linoleum square in front of my door that I generously termed 'foyer' and hung my jacket on a hanger in the microscopic coat closet. My purse was tossed onto the kitchen table and I turned to start down the hallway. 

As I went I started shedding clothes. First went the button up blouse, a delicate cream affair with a pretty scooping neckline, followed closely by the hunter green skirt. I didn't wear pantyhose. I'd never been a hose kind of girl, but the office dress code frowned upon bare legs, so I wore a garter belt with stockings. I had several such things, all in separate colors. Today's was cream to match the bra and panties I wore to work. 

I strode into the bedroom in my stockings and undergarments, pausing briefly to bend over and feed my fish. I have a huge saltwater tank, fully decked out with coral and brilliant fish. I loved the little things, and they were pets that my landlady didn't care if I kept. 

My bedroom was probably the nicest part of the apartment. It was huge, bigger than the living room or the office. It was a corner room, possessing four windows on two walls. The windows went from mid-shin to head height, spanning a full three feet across apiece. I had managed to snag an apartment with western and southern exposures, ensuring that no early morning sunbeams woke me earlier than I wanted to rise. My king-sized bed and large cherry wood furniture fit into the room with plenty of space to spare. 

But it wasn't for the fish or the bed that I had come to my bedroom for. 

A mischievous grin tugged the corners of my mouth and I peeked out the blinds. Yep, sure enough, my audience was waiting. 

I'd been living in the apartment for nearly three weeks before I realized that there were peeping toms who watched me every day I came home from work and walked around in my underwear to relax at the end of a bad day. When I found out, I bought the blinds. I'd never seen a male so crushed as I did on that first day, so after that, I figured 'What's the harm?' and acted as if I still didn't know.

I raised the blinds on the western side, the side with my admirers, and pretended to turn around and check on my fish again. In reality, I was checking the mirror. Far into the reflected distance, I could see the pair of young men eagerly jostle one another to get close to their window. They pressed themselves to the glass, ogling my wiggling bottom. I giggled at their antics. Tension I hadn't realized I had carried home from the office melted away. I'd been putting on a pretty innocent show for the boys for a while. 

Maybe I should step it up a bit.

I stood, stretched, turning in a circle. I stepped to the entertainment system and popped a movie into the player. It was a porno. I have a stronger sex drive than most, and masturbation was something I did as often as brushing my teeth. Pornos were pretty good generic food for my erotic daydreams.

The boys, of course, could not see what I was watching, just that I had put a disk in. 

I raised my arms over my head again, running my hands slowly over my body on their way down. The video was starting already. An hour and a half of nothing but people fucking each other for no reason other than the hedonistic pleasure of fucking till you pass out. 

I was already getting a little wet from the noises. 

Slowly, very slowly, keeping my eyes on the guys in the mirror, I unclasped my bra. Their jaws dropped when I took it off, dropping it to the floor. I faced the window and stretched my arms up and out. I reached up and cupped my boobs. They were kind of heavy, and there was more than I cold hold in each hand. I rolled my nipples with my fingertips, letting my head fall back and moaning with the pleasure of it. 

I grabbed a small bottle of flavored body oil that could double as lube and sprinkled some over my breasts. Rubbing it in released the musk of my body, heightening my arousal as I massaged my tits, squeezing and rolling the hard tips of my breasts over and over. 

Opening my eyes, I could see that the guys both had their hands in their pants, hands working furiously. I smiled, looking straight at them.

A terrible urge came over me.

I needed to be fucked, and I needed it now.

I stared at the peeping toms long enough that they knew I could see them. Their hands stilled, and I could see the blood rushing to their faces. In response, I pressed my tits against the cold glass of my window, rubbing them around, moaning, and rubbing my crotch with one hand. The other I raised and beckoned to them.

They stood there dumbly for a few minutes, and then vanished into their room. 

I stepped back from the window, wondering if they would really have the guts to come over, or if I had just scared them away. 

There was a quick knock at my door.

I smiled.

I answered it, as I was, with my tits hanging free and gleaming with oil. They stared at my bare boobs, entranced by the dark nipples swaying with my every breath. I invited them in, and they numbly shuffled through the doorway. I closed the door, pointing to a spot for their shoes, and they obediently slipped them off. 

One quickly regained his wits and followed me back to the bedroom. The second trailed after, still in shock I think.

As soon as I stepped into the room, the first, a brunette with green eyes, reached around me and grabbed my tits. He squeezed, a little harder than needed, but I moaned for him anyway. It felt so good to have someone else touching me, to have them pinch my nipples, pulling on them, rolling the hard tips between rough fingertips. 

I liked it rough. Nothing made me cum harder than a good hard fuck, fast and furious. I was hair triggered that way. These guys were young, barely into their twenties. The second one, the blonde with brown eyes, he looked maybe twenty-one. The one playing with my tits was maybe the same age, maybe a little older. They could be brothers, or close friends. And here I was at nearly thirty, seducing them to satisfy my urge for a good fuck.

I didn't care about their relationship or age, I just needed cock, and I needed it now.

I turned around and faced the brunette. He immediately locked his mouth onto my left breast, sucking the nipple hard and flicking it with his tongue. My pussy clenched, wetness dripping down my inner thigh. 

I moaned and held his head to my tit, backing toward the bed. The blonde had finally freed himself from his stupor and stripped off his shirt and pants when I beckoned him. His erection was tenting his boxers. He was nervous, but clearly the horniness won out. I pulled him onto the bed, getting him to lay on his side so I could lie on my back, and I tugged down his boxers to free up his cock. He was long, fat headed and thin shafted, with a prominent vein. 

Perfect for sucking.

I licked at his tip, probing the glans with my tongue for that first salty drop of precum, and then took him into my mouth. I had no problem working up enough spit, sliding my hand up and down the shaft, bouncing his balls while pulling him deep into my throat. 

The blonde moaned and bucked his hips, grabbing my hair and trying to control how much of him I deep throated. I let him, my mind starting to wander to what the brunette was doing to me. 

He was still licking and biting and sucking my tits, still pinching and rolling the nipple not in his mouth with one hand. The other hand, however, had discovered that my lacy cream-colored panties were crotch less. He slipped a finger up and down my slit, spreading the wetness. I spread my legs for him, inviting him to explore me. He did, his fingers teasing and probing the folds of my sex. He caressed the opening of me, lightly, almost tickling, and then he pushed his finger in. I moaned at the sensation, loving the fact that something was in my pussy. 

"Oh shit, oh shit." The blonde groaned. He was slamming my head back and forth, making me take him all the way every time. I relaxed my throat and took him, sucking hard when I pulled back. He blew, releasing deep in my throat. I swallowed reflexively, taking it all without being able to taste it, so deep was he buried in my mouth. 

"Oh fuck, Dave, you gotta try this." The blonde groaned when I pulled him from my mouth. Dave, the brunette, released my nipple with an audible pop and grinned up at the blonde. 

"You're out of your mind, bro." He pushed a second finger in my pussy. "I'm gonna fuck her pussy, not her mouth." He looked right down at me, his dominance turning me on more, if that was possible. "And you're gonna let me, aren't you?"

"Fuck me." I managed to gasp around the sensations he was creating with his fingers in my cunt. "Oh please, please, fuck me."

"Jesus." The blonde looked stunned. Dave grinned again.

"See, Mike? I told you. She's like a fuckin' bitch in heat." Dave pulled his hand out of me, standing up to pull off his shirt and pants. His dark blue boxers followed a heartbeat later. I felt my eyes go a little wide. Dave was bigger than Mike, longer and thicker and veiny all over. "You horny like a bitch?" He asked, not waiting for an answer. "Then I'll fuck you like one." 

He grabbed my hips and turned me over. I knew what he wanted and I scrambled to all fours, pushing my ass at him eagerly. It had been awhile since I'd been fucked. 

Dave wasted no time, lining himself up with my opening and guiding his head into it. My wetness slicked his cock as he pushed in, first halfway, then drawing back a couple inches, then with a single push he buried himself all the way in my pussy. I felt his tip almost brush the end of me. Then he started fucking me hard and fast, fucking me like a dog. He grabbed my hair, pulling me so my back was arched. The wet slapping sounds echoed in the room. I groaned and moaned and he grunted with every thrust, burying himself over and over, building the pressure in my pussy. I could feel the orgasm coming.

And then he pulled out.

I whimpered pathetically, pushing my ass at him again, wiggling my butt to beg for his dick in me again.

"I had this great idea," he gasped, massaging my ass with his hands as a way to keep me from climbing up. He looked over to Mike, who was hard again. "Why don't we fuck her at the same time?" I looked up. Mike was thinking about it, stroking his cock still wet from my throat.

"Dibs on pussy?" Mike tried hopefully.

"Not a chance," Dave shot him down. "My idea. I get the pussy. You get the ass." 

I just nodded to forestall any argument or questions. I loved anal too. I pointed to the bottle of oil I had rubbed onto my tits and Mike grabbed it, lubing up his cock. He passed the bottle to Dave, who squirted some on my asshole. He poked at the hole with his finger, adding a little more lube, and started working at the tight ring. A finger slipped in, then two.

"Hey Mike, check it out." Dave beckoned the blonde over as he pried open my ass with two fingers. "That's fuckin' hot."

"Hurry up man." Mike urged.

Dave moved me so that I was over him, Mike over me. Mike went first, starting to enter my ass as soon as I stopped moving too much. I could feel the fat head of his cock pressing against the ring of my asshole. I moaned and arched my back. Dave spread my ass cheeks with his hands and I pulled at my nipples, pinching hard as Mike finally slid in. The blonde groaned in ecstasy, starting to pump in and out immediately. 

Dave reached down, releasing my ass, and fingered my clit quickly. He pushed his dick into my wet hole fast and hard. It was just the way he fucked. He pushed up and Dave pushed down, pressing me between them as their cocks slid in, then they pulled back at the same moment, thrusting in tandem. 

I loved it.

I'd never done it before, but I decided that getting it in both holes was definitely the way to go from now on. It'd have to be double or nothing with all my dates.

They started to alternate their rhythms and I lost all train of thought. All that existed was the sensations of their cocks pushing into me, their balls slapping against my flesh, the way I squeezed my nipples. 

My orgasm came so fast that it caught me by surprise, I cried out, gasping and writhing at the force of the amazing thing sweeping over my body. Mike slammed into my ass, pulling out and plunging in again, the force pushed me harder onto Dave. His cock was burying itself to the end of me over and over, the tip of him bumping my cervix in pleasurable waves. My clit ground against his skin every time Mike's thrust pushed us together. 

I came again before Mike let loose inside me, causing me to cum again. I almost couldn't breathe, letting out a strangled cry when Dave shot his load inside my pussy, spreading hot warmth that set me off again. 

We collapsed, the guys still inside me. Mike moaned and started to pull out. I came again, moaning and writhing. They were still half hard, like teenagers. They smiled at one another over my head and pumped together a few times. I was moaning in half sobs as I came again and again and again. 

They both spurted inside me a second time, pretty much simultaneously, and slipped out of me. I collapsed onto the bed; little orgasmic aftershocks making my limbs quake slightly every few moments. They stretched out to either side of me, panting as hard as I was.

"So," Dave managed to speak after a couple failed attempts. "What are you doing tomorrow?"

"Hopefully," I, managed between gasps, "You two."



Release At Last



The house was dark, not a sign of life coming from inside.  Slightly disappointed, I frowned to myself before turning off the car.  I knew Jeff had to work today; I’d had to work too.  But still, since I’d gotten off early, I’d secretly hoped that he would be home to greet me.  It was our last Valentine’s Day together before we had children.  The newest edition to our family was growing in me every day.  My once slender body had taken on new form.  Feeling larger and more awkward than ever, I got out of the car and walked up the steps towards my home.

Twisting the doorknob, I groaned when I found it locked.  I hated having to search through my purse and find my keys after already putting them away.  Of course Jeff would have left the door locked, he always did.  Frustrated with him and myself I slipped the key into the hole roughly, twisting the knob almost violently and pushed the door open.  Inside the darkness overwhelmed me, and I threw my purse and coat down before looking for the switch.

For six months I’d been creating life, and in those months my husband hadn’t touched me once.  He claimed that he was afraid of hurting the baby, and no matter how I insisted he wouldn’t touch me, wouldn’t toy with me, wouldn’t pleasure me.  Now I felt he was disgusted with my changing body, my swelling belly, and my breasts that didn’t seem to stop growing.  Depressed, I kicked off my shoes and found the switch, flipping on the overhead and drowning myself in light.

I barely had time to blink in the light before I was in darkness again, soft hands covering my eyes, another brushing my dark hair away from my neck.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, Jenny,” Jeff’s deep voice whispered into my ear. 

Smiling, I began to turn around to kiss him, my depression and achy body almost forgotten.

“Stay right where you are,” he whispered, keeping my back towards him.  With his hand still across my eyes he leaned in and put soft, sweet kisses on my collarbone.	

“Jeff,” I murmured.  “I was afraid you wouldn’t be home.”	

He seemed to ignore me and kept kissing my neck, making my whole body tingle.  His lips were so soft.

“Will you be my valentine, Jen?” he asked, pausing his kisses only long enough to get those words out.	

“Yes,” I smiled, sinking back into his body.  My hand came up to brush his away from my eyes, but he shook his head against my neck and I dropped my arm back down.  

“Thank you,” he whispered, and with his lips still on my neck he began to lead me through the house.	

I let him lead me, melting into him with each step we took.  Although we hadn’t lived here long, it wasn’t hard to recognize the direction as being towards the bedroom.  My insides bubbled as I imagined what he had planned.  Maybe it would be the release that I’d been longing for these last months.

“I’m sorry I’ve been neglecting you, Jenny.  I don’t want to hurt you, or our baby…I know it’s silly…but…” he trailed off, coming to a stop.  I didn’t hear him flip a switch, but light began to flicker through Jeff’s fingers.  “I’ll make it up to you, I promise.”

Slowly, my husband moved his hand away from my eyes, revealing the room in all its magnificence.  Nothing was as I had left it that morning, and I couldn’t help gasping in surprise as I laid my eyes on all of it.

The bed had been moved to the center of the room, it’s four posts standing tall, and a new pink comforter covered the top.  As I walked through the doorway I felt surrounded by roses of all colors, red, pink, white, yellow…a rainbow of colors.  Jeff had outdone himself and then some.  Candles of all shapes and sizes had been placed on the tops of dressers and bookshelves, every one lit and flickering, illuminating the room in a magical way.

“This is too much,” I whispered, turning around in Jeff’s arms to face him.  “You’ve outdone yourself, baby.”

His lips came down and captured mine, his body totally engulfing me.  For the first time in months he didn’t hesitate around my slightly swollen belly, but took me as he’d done before we were married.  I moaned into his mouth, my eyes closing and my reason lost, as his tongue penetrated my lips.  Abruptly, he pulled away.

“Lay down on the bed.  In the middle.  I have a surprise for you.”

I whimpered as his warm body left my side, but sat on the bed and scooted myself to the center.  Jeff walked slowly around, his arms folded across his chest, his eyes smoldering with what I knew was desire.  The bubbling inside my body rapidly turned to a heat of my own, waves of arousal coursing through my veins as I watched my husband pace.  Behind me, around me, and then beside me.  His hands left their places and reached for me, his body arching over mine and kissing me soundly again.

My lips parted slightly and once again his tongue ventured inside, caressing the bottoms of my smooth teeth and tentatively touching my tongue.  I moaned into his mouth once again, almost instantly lost in the taste of him, and could hardly feel his hands as they swooped down to undo the buttons on the back of my maternity shirt.  

Expertly he released the shirt, pulling it off of my arms and tossing it to the side of the bed.  My well-developed breasts seemed to pour over the top of the outdated bra, an article of clothing I found to be quite uncomfortable.  My eyes didn’t open as Jeff touched those ripe fleshy mounds, his fingers softly rubbing the skin and then the fabric hiding my large nipples.  

“You’re beautiful,” he whispered, his lips only parting from mine for a moment.  I longed to grab him, to pull him to me, but fear that he would change his mind haunted my insides.  I longed for his body, I longed for his cock, I longed for his lips and his hands and his attentions.  “I’m so sorry I’ve neglected you.”

His hands left my breasts to stroke my back, and with another moan I felt my breasts released from their bonds, the bra easily slipping off of my shoulders and joining my shirt on the side of the bed.  

“Lay down, Jen,” Jeff said softly, his hands pushing gently on my shoulders.  

I moaned as I lay back, my hot eyes watching him beside me.  He took my wrist gently in one of his hands and pulled a scarf out from beneath the pillow my head was resting on.  I watched in surprise as he tied the silk fabric around my wrist, and then bound the other end to the post at the head of the bed.  With no urge to struggle, I watched my husband walk around to the other side of our bed and pull out another scarf, giving my second wrist the same treatment.

“Do you still want to be my valentine, love?” 

“God, yes,” I moaned.  I couldn’t help the throaty sound my voice made, my desire was building inside me.  The scarves didn’t hold me tight, but offered me a chance to feel helpless and out of control.  As my mind swam with emotion, my body swam with lust.  I could feel the place between my legs getting hotter, and the familiar feel of wetness on my thighs.

Jeff stroked my stocking clad leg under my skirt, feeling the length of the limb up to my panty line.  Slowly, almost reluctantly, his hand stroked the bulge of my belly, fingers sliding under the waist of my skirt and over the swollen skin.

“It’s so tight,” he said, wonderingly.  I closed my eyes, reveling in his touch, and for the first time in months didn’t despise his reluctance to touch me.  The whole of his palm held close to my stomach, feeling me.  Slowly he slid back under the skirt and found the waist of the pantyhose, pulling them down my thighs and off my legs.  

Tugging softly on the scarves binding my arms, I writhed underneath my husband as he peeled the hose off my body.  His hands returned to the bare skin of my legs, stroking up my calf and lingering at the backs of my knees, a place that he knew was especially sensitive.  My body twitched, my flesh crying out for more.  He moved his hands further up my legs, tickling the insides of my thighs, and then coming together at the crotch of my cotton panties.  The dampness there had to be obvious, and I watched my husband’s face as he watched my body tingle underneath him.

As his hands left my body I cried out, my voice pitiful and lustful.  I wanted more than anything for him to keep touching me, to keep stroking me and feeling every inch of my flesh.  I needed it, I yearned for it.  But his hands had different intentions.

“Lift up,” he coaxed, and after the briefest moment of confusion I lifted my hips so that he could tug the skirt off of me, adding it to the pile on the floor.  The only piece of clothing keeping my body from his hands was my panties.  

“Please, Jeff,” I whimpered, shutting my eyes tight and thrusting my hips up to him.

“Not yet, baby,” he said, his hot hand coming down to rest on my belly again.  Without the skirt in the way he had full view of my stomach, and began to trace around my protruding navel with his fingers.  So lightly it tickled he stroked my stomach, feeling the ripe curves my body had developed over the last trimester.  As many times as we had been naked together, I had assumed he wasn’t concentrating on my body.  Now he made up for lost time, taking his time in his exploration, touching me and teasing me, learning all the changes I had gone through.

Slowly he pulled away the last piece of covering my body had, peeling the panties off of my hips and down my legs, over my feet and adding them to the pile.  I moaned, my hips taking on a life of their own, my knees spreading apart helplessly as I begged silently for his touch.

Pulling two more scarves out, Jeff gave me a questioning look.  I only panted, giving him my consent by ceasing in my protest.  Gently and lovingly he wrapped those last two around my ankles, pulling my legs to the corners of the bed and tying each to its own pole.  Now there was no way to close my legs, but still quite enough room to writhe as he teased me, which I did in abundance now.  

Jeff turned away from me for a moment, and I closed my eyes and attempted to slow my breathing.  My arousal was peaked, my juices flowing freely, the fluids tickling my thighs.  I could not touch myself to ease my frustration, but in truth I only wanted him.  It had been too long and now the wait was going to end.  I opened my eyes just in time to see Jeff slipping off the last of his clothing and turn back to me, the candlelight flickering on his erect cock, his flesh golden in the pale light.

“Happy Valentine’s,” he said, holding out a long stemmed red rose.  It was beautiful and perfect, the tiny bud tight, almost the same shape as the hard buds on my chest.  Jeff lowered the flower and they met, my oversensitive breasts almost exploding at the contact of the soft petals.

Teasing my hard flesh, Jeff stroked my breast with the petals in circular motions, tracing their way around my dark aureole, spiraling away from the hard nipple and down the ripened mound, the flower tickling its way between my breasts and back up the opposite one, giving the nipple at the peak a similar treatment.  

My chest heaved as I watched the stem of the flower in my husband’s hand, the dark green almost a long finger, such control he kept over it. 

The soft petals traced their way across my breasts for an eternity, until my breaths could no longer be controlled and I was panting, my eyes squeezed tightly shut and my legs splayed widely open.  I could feel the flesh between my thighs opening like the petals that stroked me, peeling apart slickly, the longing for Jeff’s touch stronger than ever.  But instead of giving me his flesh, Jeff only continued to tease me mercilessly.

The rose tickled down between my breasts and over my belly, stroking my swollen stomach gently, and then caressed it’s way across my hips and over my thighs.  A trail of my own sweat followed the flower’s trail down my leg to my feet, where it teased the sole of my sensitive foot and even stroked the tiny toes helplessly clenching at the foot of the bed.

Back up my leg it went, up the inner calf, around the sensitive knee, and up the softness of my thigh.  My pussy gasped as my mouth moaned, my head thrown back and my eyes squeezed shut when the rose touched my nether lips, stroking my hot sex with the soft relentless petals.   

Jeff teased my pussy with that rose, stroking my warm slit with the thick bud.  He pulled it up and down the slickness between my legs, working its way around my lips and up to the peak to rub it on my hard little clit.  I thought I would explode right then, right when it touched me in that most sensitive place.  But Jeff saw my body’s reaction and pulled the rose away just in time, leaving me gasping for more.

“Oh god, Jeff!  Please!  I need you now!”

The rose thrown aside, Jeff bent down and took my nipple in his mouth.  His hot mouth captured my flesh, nipping softly and sucking hard.  My mouth opened in a silent scream of desire, and my hips writhed more than before.  His touch, his lips, his tongue…I needed all of him!

But instead he pulled off of me, leaving my nipples cold in the warm air, chilly even though I was hotter than ever before.

“I love you, Jen,” he whispered, bending down and kissing me deeply.  It was I who led this kiss, parting his lips eagerly with mine and thrusting my tongue into his mouth, tasting every bit of his sweet breath.  I stroked the roof of his hot mouth, tasting him, teasing him, touching him.  I couldn’t hold back more moans, more lusty voicing of my desire.

My body felt emptied as he pulled away, his face just out of reach of mine.  He stood over me, smiling down, lust written on his gorgeous face.  Pain and desire spread through my body, pain for wanting him so much and being unable to grab him and pull him to me.  Desires for the moment that he would let me have him.  

“I have some gifts for you,” he said, smiling.

I whimpered and gyrated my hips, telling him that I only wanted one gift.  Jeff reached down, but instead of touching me, his hand fell further and disappeared under the bed.  Up it came again, a box in hand.

“Chocolate?” I whispered.  I had craved chocolate every day of my pregnancy, but had only given in to it once or twice.  Baby or no, I had to watch my diet.

“Mm hmm...”  

With crinkling sounds he undid the plastic wrap, taking one half of the heart shaped box and tossing it aside.  Tilting the bottom, he showed the beautiful chocolates to me.

“I thought we’d share them,” he smiled.  “You first.”

He plucked a candy out of the box and lowered it to my face, resting it gently on my lips.  Eagerly I opened my mouth and bit down into the sweet candy, closing my eyes and sucking on it as though it were him inside me.  In fact, as he put the last of the morsel in my mouth, his finger got caught in the excitement, and I sucked on his finger eagerly as the candy went down.  

“Will you lick mine to make it sweeter?” he asked, holding another chocolate in front of me.  Smiling, I caressed the smooth outside with my tongue, pulling along it like a cat, tasting the sugary flavor on my tongue.  He lifted the candy to his mouth and gave it the same treatment, his eyes never leaving mine as he lapped at the chocolate, his tongue making my hips shift again.  I wanted that tongue on me, between my legs, servicing me as he serviced that candy.  

Instead of eating the chocolate, he lowered it to me again.  He held it against my lips, and I took it between my teeth, biting off half and revealing a vanilla cream inside.  I sucked the white cream out of the chocolate case, savoring every ounce.  Jeff lifted the sweet chocolate away from my lips, but didn’t take it totally away from my body.  I held my breath as my husband rubbed the warm cream against my hard nipple, covering the dark bud with a light sugary coat. 

He traced my body as he had with the rose, the chocolate harder but just as smooth as the flower.  Down my breasts, between their valley, over my swollen belly and around my navel he left the warm creamy trail.  He lifted the chocolate before he reached my legs, and popped it into my mouth.  I sucked on it, my eyes wide, as Jeff lowered his mouth to my body.  

A gasp escaped my lips when Jeff’s mouth took my breast, even though I’d been certain where he was headed.  He sucked on my hard nipple, teasing the bud between his teeth, lapping the chocolate off of the mound and then releasing me from his mouth.  With his tongue he traced the chocolate trail, licking up every last bit of the sweetness.  When he reached my legs, he didn’t stop where the chocolate had stopped, but instead kept going with that tongue of liquid fire.  Over my short curly hairs and between my splayed legs his tongue delved, and with a cry of delight I felt his hot tongue touch my most private nub.

As he had lapped the chocolate he lapped my juices, sucking them up through his lips and bringing his mouth down on my nether regions to suck me inside him.  I felt his thick tongue prodding into my gaping mouth, tasting my insides.  Out again and caressing my sensitive lips, up my wet slit to my clit and round and round that tiny sensitive bud.

Unable to restrain a cry of desperation, I pushed my hips further towards my husband, grinding my pussy into his mouth.  Startled, he pulled away, and smiled down at me.  His lips glistened with my juices.

“You ready for me, Jen?” he asked, his voice husky with desire.

I moaned, whimpered, ground my hips and thrust my breasts forward, showing him in every way that I could short of using words I was unsure that I could voice that I needed him now.  

My whole body tensed as the bed groaned under the added weight, and my husband’s long body was on top of mine.  His stomach brushed against my protruding one, but he bent around it to kiss my lips.  I could taste the sweetness of my body on his mouth, on his tongue, and I groaned deeply into him.  Pushing his hips forward, he slid easily into me, and the beginning of the end of my denial had begun.

Slowly, steadily, smoothly he thrust into me, burying his entire length in my warm body.  I clenched myself around him, wanting him to stay, enjoying every feel of his hard cock inside of my body.  It was as though he penetrated right through me, through my entire body, and the pleasure that stemmed from that special place spread through all my limbs.  Closing my eyes, I allowed myself to be filled with the pleasure, and soon I felt the beginnings of my climax.

It came from my toes, spreading through my loin and up to my fingertips.  I shuddered as release was upon me, collapsing against the bed that I was bound to.  It was like a breath of fresh air after months of smelling only stale recycled oxygen.  Relief was there, but the pleasure remained, and my husband hadn’t finished with me.

His thrusts became more frantic, more for his own pleasure.  Now that I had finally been satisfied he could take the time to enjoy it himself, and with a few more quick thrusts he was shuddering on top of me, emptying his seed into my body, but still thrusting.  Three more thrusts, his hard cock filling me entirely, my tight body wrapping around it as he relaxed.  

Apparently his fear of hurting the baby had diminished, and he lay softly on top of me, stomach and all.  His arms wrapped around me, and his lips touched my breasts, kissing me softly.

“I love you,” he said again.

“I love you, too,” I answered.  “Now, untie me and I’ll make you dinner.”

“Hmm…I could untie you…or I could start again.”

And as I laughed he stood up and looked at me with heat in his eyes and smile.  My eyes widened in surprise, and I took a deep breath.  This was going to be a long, wonderful Valentine’s Day.



Release His Beast



It had been two weeks since Robert and Helen had made love. It was not lack of desire, but lack of opportunity that had forced them apart for so long. They were both longing for the other's touch so badly that they could hardly keep their hands off of each other during dinner. Robert kept whispering in her ear, "I want you so badly," and the heat of his breath each time made her a little more wet. By the time they got back to Helen's apartment, her panties were practically dripping on the hallway floor.

They had barely stepped through the front door of Helen's apartment when, in a rage of pure passion, Robert spun her around and pressed her hard against the door. Helen gasped as her back hit the door. His hands brushed her clit as he unbuttoned his pants and removed them. She moaned each time his knuckles brushed her mound through her panties.

"These are in the way," he moaned in a low, guttural, animal voice as he slipped his hand into the waistband of her panties. With one quick motion, he tore them at the side and they fell off Helen's ample hips. Within moments of her panties hitting the floor, he pulled her leg up and wrapped if around his waist. She was still gaining her balance when he thrust his full length into her. Each time he thrust himself into her hot snatch, she groaned, just as animalistically as he did. His mass of pubic hair brushed her clit and the friction drove her wild.

He kept thrusting harder and deeper and faster. As he neared climax, he dug his hands into her supple backside and sank his teeth into her collarbone. Helen screamed in delight as his teeth and tongue caused simultaneous pain and pleasure. She dug her nails into his back and screamed loudly as she came.

The pain of her nails and the pleasure of her sexual scream sent Robert over the edge. A deep moan escaped his lips as he pumped her waiting pussy full of cum. As he filled her, he pressed her body tightly between the door and his sweaty body. Helen passionately sucked his earlobe and kissed his neck as she loosened her grip on his back.

Robert remained inside her for a few minutes, kissing her and feeling his own cum dripping down his cock and his leg. The sensation of his thick cum on his balls made him hard again. He licked her ear and whispered, "I need you again."

Helen smiled and peered at him through lusty eyelids. She wrapped her hand around his cum-covered balls and whispered back to him, "I always need you."

This was all the motivation he needed. Robert bent her over the chair by the door. She braced herself against the chair and pulled her legs tight together, making her pussy tighter. He eased into her, releasing a deep moan at the new tightness of her dripping pussy. Slowly, he built a rhythm, slopping in and out of her.

Robert's slower pace was not what Helen wanted at that time; she wanted it rough and fast. "Fuck me Robert! Harder!" He picked up his pace, grunting slightly louder with each thrust. She could feel his cockhead hitting her cervix, sending shockwaves of pure rapture and dull ache through her body.

"Spank me, Robert!" Helen commanded. Without losing a beat, Robert's hand tentatively slapped her ass as his cockhead hit her cervix. She moaned. He raised his hand and carefully slapped her ass again. 

Normally, she loved Robert's gentle nature, but at that moment, she wanted him to be a sexual beast, so she cried "Spank me harder!" He spanked her a little harder as he kept thrusting into her depths. "Harder!" she cried again. Finally, Robert spanked her with all he had. Her cheek stung and turned pink as she let out a wild squeal of pleasure.

That was exactly what she wanted: him pounding deep into her and his hand stinging her ass. Over and over, she screamed, "Again!" as he spanked her. Before long, Helen came again, squealing like a stuck pig.

Robert kept thrusting away, grunting like the sexual beast he had become until he dug his fingers into her hips and thrust deeper into her than he had ever been. His cum exploded into her womb as he let out a deep, loud groan of pleasure. As soon as he emptied himself, Robert turned back into the tender lover Helen had always known as he rubbed her pink ass cheeks and kissed her soft back.



Released



It is Sunday, and their father is safely in the ground. They lie atop the sheets on their rock-hard hotel mattress, staring at the water-stained ceiling, listening to the sound of each other's steady breathing. The door is open and smell of rain is on the air. The television mumbles dumbly in the corner, telling the twins everything will be all right if they just turn it over to Jesus and mail their next paycheck to the address on their screen. Thunder rolls through the room, for a moment drowning out all other sounds. 

Devin's hand turns on the sheets. Gale's moves as if in answer. Their fingertips brush against one another. The hair on their arms stands up; they attribute it to the electricity that hangs heavy in the air. 

"He's really gone, isn't he?"

Gale nods. The greasy televangelist shrieks affirmation, immediately echoed by thousands of followers.

"Do you think he ever knew?"

This time Gale has no answer. Long minutes pass without a word. Devin rolls onto his side.

"Do you—"

"I don't know, Dev," Gale says. "If he did he never said anything." He pauses a moment, chewing at his lower lip. He smirks. "Which probably means he didn't."

Devin nods. Blonde hair falls into his eyes. He makes no effort to move it; this was yet another habit their father hated, but now there is no reason to please him. "Mom knew."

"She did," Gale says. "But after that one time—"

Devin nods again. "Nothing she could do," he says. He arches his back and wriggles against the sheets, inching closer to his brother's side. His hand lifts to Gale's arm, tracing the thick lines of a fading tattoo. Their father had beaten Gale mercilessly when he had discovered it, in spite of the fact Gale had been of age and there had been no requirement for parental consent. Devin had kissed those bruises then, had cleansed and bandaged the worst of the cuts, and promised retribution both of them knew would be impossible to mete out. 

They have not touched one another like this for years but the memories flood back with the press of Devin's mouth against his brother's skin. Gale heaves a sigh, green eyes dropping from the television screen. "Devin, we really shouldn't."

But Devin is not listening, and in his heart Gale does not want him to. Their parted lips press together hesitantly at first, then more fervently: The taste they had never truly forgotten overwhelms them like a drug. Tongues and hands slip easily over one another. One man groans and the other answers in precisely the same soft baritone. Devin's legs part as he straddles his twin, his short-bitten nails digging into Gale's tattooed shoulders. Gale lifts his hips, pressing close enough that Devin can no longer ignore strained denim and the tensed flesh beneath. Devin lowers his body to Gale's; he cannot resist the urge to roll his hips the smallest bit, eliciting another moan and the brief flash of Gale's teeth against his lower lip.

Devin's hands move between them. He scratches his initials into his brother's abdomen; it is a motion pulled straight from their past, and Gale laughs quietly. "Getting nostalgic?" he asks. Devin nods, smiling. His slim fingers slide lower, tugging sharply at the buttons keeping skin from skin. Beneath his jeans Gale is naked, and Devin knows he was not alone in hoping for this reunion. Devin's hand wraps around his brother's flesh, unable to wait until their clothing is cast aside. Gale sharply draws a breath; his head lolls to one side, his eyes drawn to the open door. Devin grins. His head lowers to his brother's stomach, biting sharply at tensed skin. 

"Remember the first time we did this?" Devin asks. "We left the bedroom door open."

"That was a little different," Gale says. "That time nobody but Mom could have—" He trails off when Devin takes him into his mouth, the flat of his tongue dragging over soft skin. Gale is looking out the open door but his focus lies entirely with Devin; his teeth brush his body with just enough force to be on the pleasant side of painful. Devin's hands curve at the sharp angles of his hips, sliding downward to drag his jeans away. Naked beneath his brother's touch, Gale shudders with unexpected embarrassment. 

"Don't worry," Devin says. He flicks his tongue against Gale's thigh and gives a good-natured laugh. "I'll be gentle." In a moment Devin lowers his mouth onto him again. It has been too long, he has missed this too much, and he chokes when in his fervor he takes his brother too deep. But rather than stopping Gale groans and pushes back, forcing himself farther down Devin's tensed throat. True to form Devin immediately relinquishes control. His hands loose their hold on his brother's hips, his jaw relaxing as Gale takes up a rhythm between his parted lips. Devin's eyes turn up to watch his brother: Caught up in the moment as he is, his back arched and his mouth shaping words still gone unsaid, to Devin he is a beautiful creature, and a mirror of himself. The thought is more than Devin can bear, and in a moment his hand is between his own thighs, pulling aside buttons and cloth. He strokes himself in time with Gale's thrusts into his mouth, groaning his pleasure as the tension starts to build. 

Gale's voice is rough and strained when he speaks. His hand wraps in Devin's hair, gently pulling upward. "Now," he says, and his brother needs no explanation. He all but scrambles to his suitcase, quickly laying trembling hands on the travel-sized tube he had packed, never daring to hope it would be of use. Devin steps out of his jeans on the way back to the bed. He is unsurprised when Gale commands him to his knees, and he obeys without a second thought. 

A chill wind drifts in through the door: rain is on the air. The televangelist proclaims hellfire and brimstone to all who do not heed his cries. Devin kneels in front of the bed, his legs splayed wide, his body leaning as far forward as possible while still maintaining his balance. His hands move with haste and skill, preparing himself for his brother. Gale watches, his tongue flicking out to the corner of his mouth. Devin shifts his hands, spreading himself open; he whimpers, childishly, without realizing. 

Gale kneels behind him, unaware of the babble of voices within and without the hotel room. All he knows is the brush of Devin's hair between his fingers, the beads of sweat pearling on Devin's back, the pinpricks of cheap carpet at his knees as he settles against the floor, the faint cherry scent of the slickness at his brother's tight entrance. His body presses against his twin's. With a groan and a sharp snap of his hips, Gale thrusts into him. Devin pitches forward. His jaw clenches, teeth grinding as he tries to acclimate himself to the pain. Slowly his body remembers his brother's; tense muscles relax, and Gale pushes deeper in response. The slick slap of flesh against flesh echoes through the room, nearly drowning out the red-faced preacher on TV. Devin chuckles and tries to catch his breath. His nails dig into the carpet. 

"This," he pants. "This is how she found us."

Gale laughs. He rocks his hips, harder this time. "Yeah," he says. "The look on her face."

Devin snaps his hips backward into Gale's thrusts. He allows himself one short, clipped sound of pain, and no more: He would not have Gale stop, or think that this was anything than less than what he wanted. "If only—" He pauses; draws a breath; leans into the next deep push. "If only she knew how much we'd already done."

"She'd have died a lot sooner," Gale says. Sweat beads between his shoulder blades. His hands dig into Devin's hips, jerking him back into his lap. Devin feels the chill of his brother's wedding band against the line of his hip, and he shivers in spite of himself. 

"Why her?" he says. But his voice is a whisper, and between the noise of another thunderclap and the prattle of the television, Gale does not hear. Devin shifts his weight to one palm, reaching between his own taut thighs as his brother bucks against him with bruising force. His hand moves with strange softness; he tries to recapture the orgasm drawing steadily farther from him. The memory of his brother's other life, of the family waiting for him even now, is enough to bring the threat of tears. But Gale will stop if he sees Devin cry, and he wants this too much to take that risk.

"I love you," he says. Gale mumbles agreement but his mind is somewhere else. He moves inside his brother with a brutality he had forgotten he craved. Harder and faster he pushes into Devin's body, until at last he leans back against the bed and begs for Devin to move. "You know how," he says, shuddering as he presses his lips to his brother's sweat-slick back. 

And Devin does. He raises himself from Gale's length, never fully losing contact, and turns to face him. His knees scrape against the carpet as he lowers his body once more. He sits on Gale's lap, his back arching as his brother slides deep inside him. Devin's hips rock back and forth, grinding gently, coaxing him deeper still. He gasps, but Gale does not hear. Gale's green eyes stare intently at the hollow of his twin's throat; the tiny pulse that throbs there is such a small detail, but one he commits to memory without any conscious thought. He leans up and sucks lightly at it. His hands flex at the small of Devin's back. Surrounded by the clutching warmth of his brother's lithe form, the back of his mind registering the scent of sweat and sex and the feel of hard flesh pressed low at his stomach, Gale's orgasm hits him with sudden, mind-numbing force. Devin leans away from Gale's mouth and watches his face with a pleasure he cannot begin to describe. As wet heat fills his body he clenches tight around it. When Gale goes still, Devin is still moving on his softening flesh, pleading for what he knows he will not be given.

Gale's heart slows against his brother's chest. Devin chews his tongue and prays for something, anything to happen, already knowing precisely what will. Rain begins to fall on the pavement outside, and the preacher's bellowing has finally silenced. 

"This was a mistake," Gale says. Devin shifts his hips, but his brother is already pulling away. "We were young then, Dev, stupid and figuring shit out, but we know better now. Right?"

Devin says nothing. His hands roam his body, moving to the places still hot from Gale's touch. A damp stain spreads beneath him but he does not move away. 

"Dad would've been right to fuck us up," Gale says. "It's almost a shame he's gone. I mean, look at us. What are we doing? What is this, Dev?"

Devin offers no explanation, no forgiveness. He knows this is misplaced shame, misguided guilt, fear masquerading as something more. Gale will not look at him as he packs his things, and holds his silence, cheeks flushed with humiliation, as he pulls on his clothes.

"You'll come back," Devin says. "You always do."

The television snaps to a mindless test pattern. The door shuts with a muffled snap. And Devin waits.