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Cecilia

By: Lady Malachite



(Note theses characters were introduced in "The Miller's Daughter" so you might want to read that first!)

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The 18-year-old nun-in-training, Cecilia, had passed out from the exhaustion of having all three of her orifices thoroughly fucked for three days straight by a team of satyrs with cocks the length and girth of tree-trucks, and thus did not see the Devil and Maria disappear into a cloud of red smoke. Nor did she see the now-dick-less satyrs run in terror of the hot, buxom Devil's appetite. She was tied up naked in the corner of the dungeon, a mixture of cum and pussy juice dribbling down her legs and chin, thrusting her hips wildly, dreaming of more hot sex with satyrs. She did not wake until an hour later, when the guards returned to the dungeon to check on and have their way with the prisoners, and finding Cecilia quite alone and unused, decided to each take a turn with her gaping, cum-filled orifices. 

Cecilia awoke to find a guard occupying each of her tender holes. She was a little disappointed that they weren't as well equipped as the satyrs, but she wasn't the sort to let a good cock go to waste, and she moaned and writhed as the guards continued to thrust in and out of her. The one in her mouth came, spilling his hot load down her throat, nearly making her choke, and she licked her lips eagerly, hungry for more, her brown curls tickling the sides of her throat as she continued to swallow. The tender nipples on her breasts were as hard as little pebbles. 

"Damn, you like cum," the guard grunted, pumping his cock with his fist to bring it back to hardness. "You just wait a little longer, and I'll have another big mouthful for you." 

"No need," exclaimed the guard in her ass, pulling his cock out and plunging it down her throat. His penis spasmed, and he too shot his load down Cecilia's gullet. 

"More!" Cecilia squealed. The guards laughed. The third guard pulled his cock from her pussy and sprayed his cum all over her body. Cecilia opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue to catch as much of the cum as possible as it landed in great globs on her cheeks and breasts. The guard that had just ejaculated found this so erotic that he nearly came again, and for a moment he considered putting his cock back inside the nun-in-training for another round with her lovely pussy. But she was so hot and covered in juices and cum that the guard couldn't resist a taste of her pussy, and so he knelt down on his knees and began lapping at Cecilia's cum-filled hole. He stuck his tongue deep inside the nun, using it as a spoon to get as much of the seed as possible into his mouth, loving the taste of the cocktail. 

"Shit, that's hot!" the second guard exclaimed, stroking himself. He got behind the nun-in-training and positioned his cock at the entrance to her anus. 

The third guard rose from between Cecilia's legs and kissed her on the lips, pushing the mixture of cum and pussy into the young woman's mouth. Cecilia gasped as she tasted herself on the guard's mouth, juices running freely down her legs and onto the dungeon floor. Cecilia moaned as the second guard slipped into her well-used ass. 

The first guard slipped back into her mouth and the third into her pussy, and all three pumped away, filling Cecilia entirely and making her gasp and moan around the cock that thrust in and out of her mouth. This continued for a couple more hours, each guard ejaculating two or three more times, before more satyrs were called down to the dungeon from the orgy. One of them was leading a handsome centaur, with long black hair and olive-colored skin, his enormous genitals swaying under him as he walked. At this sight, Cecilia trembled in awe and desire, never having experienced a cock so humongous. 

"You are in luck, fair maiden," spoke the centaur. "For I, Pharaoh, am the most handsome and well-endowed of my kind. I am looking forward to partaking of your delights, for I had not such pleasure since that time I got drunk at a wedding and had my way with all the guests, male and female alike." Having said this, he positioned himself so that his humongous cock brushed against Cecilia's face. Two satyrs immediately seized her and thrust their sizeable members into her pussy and ass, causing her to gasp and open her mouth. 

But the head of Pharaoh's cock was so wide that only the very tip managed to pass Cecilia's lips. Try as she might, she could not get her mouth open wide enough to admit more. Frustrated and desperate, she began to lick the head of the humongous member, which was so big that her entire tongue could slide into the slit. The cock tasted a little funny, like Pharaoh hadn't bothered to wash it for a while, but Cecilia put it in her mouth as best she could and sucked it hungrily, completely overwhelmed by its size and girth. The satyrs pounded away in her ass and pussy, making Cecilia gasp and squirm around Pharaoh's massive member. The centaur's testicles twitched and his cock swelled even larger, nearly taking the young nun's head off, as he spasmed in orgasm. He thrust into her mouth just once in the throes of climax, his cum dripping out of her mouth and down her chin, soaking her breasts and stomach. 

The satyrs in her pussy and ass were so excited by the sight of centaur sperm on the nun's body that they both quickly climaxed, filling Cecilia's orifices with cum, which ran down her legs with along with her juices. Cecilia moaned and writhed, completely enthralled with the sensation of being filled with cum. 

"I could keep this up forever," the nun moaned, as one of the guards licked the cum from her pussy. The fire in her loins was tremendous and her pussy and ass were slightly raw from being so thoroughly fucked, but everyone in the dungeon knew that Cecilia spoke the truth. Pharaoh positioned his massive cock at the entrance of her pussy. It was so large that it barely fit between the nun's legs, and the fire in Cecilia's loins grew stronger with the anticipation of being fucked by such a truly monstrous member. 

The satyrs pumped their cocks back to hardness with their fists as the guards made use of Cecilia's mouth and ass. The nun sucked frantically at the cock in her mouth, taking in the whole thing, including the balls, in her eagerness to possess it. Her ass literally sucked in the other guard's cock, grasping at it and pulling it into her quicker than the guard could thrust it. Cecilia moaned happily as the two guards pleasured themselves inside her. 

She thought that she was going to die of pleasure when Pharaoh's cock pushed its way into her sopping wet hole. She climaxed with each thrust of the humongous member, almost passing out as each successive wave coursed through her body, the two guards in her ass and mouth hardly registering compared with the pulsing of the massive cock in her vagina. 

Cecilia's ass was even tighter than usual, with her pussy so completely stuffed, and the guard who was pleasuring himself in it quickly came, adding his load to the copious amounts of cum that already filled the nun's ass. He was quickly replaced by a satyr with a much more remarkable member, and Cecilia gasped as the new and larger cock penetrated her well-used ass. She sucked frantically on the cock in her mouth, trying to comfort herself as the two supernaturally large tools pounded in and out of her most sensitive orifices. The guard whose cock she so desperately sucked at couldn't take it for very long, and he too climaxed, shooting his hot load down Cecilia's throat. He too pulled away and was replaced by a more substantial satyr cock. 

As the nun felt her mouth curl around the plump and juicy appendage, she let out a whimper, like a small child overwhelmed by a world too large and frightening for it, but the waves of pleasure continued to course through her as the three massive cocks ravished her far too willing body. 

The nun was so damp that, tight though her pussy was to him, the centaur slid in and out quickly and easily, and it was some time before he climaxed. Cecilia thought that she would explode as Pharaoh's cum shot into her body, filling her so completely that her stomach expanded with the pressure, and even then some of the load dripped down her legs, mingled with her own juices and the cum of the guards and satyrs. Cecilia writhed and spasmed as Pharaoh continued to pulse in orgasm. The satyrs in her ass and mouth were carried over the edge into climax by her contortions, and they too shot their loads into her, almost causing the nun to choke as she was completely overwhelmed with all this hot cum. 

Pharaoh smiled as he pulled his massive member free of the nun's pussy. "Just one more hole left," he said, his cock swelling in anticipation. 

Cecilia gasped. She didn't think that a cock the size of Pharaoh's would even fit in her ass. It sounded painful even if it did, making her loins ache with longing as she thought of how full it would make her feel. One of the satyrs laughed, pumping his cock with his fist to bring it back to hardness for yet another round. All three guards had evil little smiles on their faces as they stared at Pharaoh's massive cock and Cecilia's cute cum-covered pussy. The youngest and horniest of the guards climaxed at the thought, his cum landing on the floor of the dungeon. He looked at the other men in embarrassment. 

"Why don't you bend over and lick that cum up while I mount you?" Pharaoh said, staring at the load of hot cum on the floor and getting even harder. "A little slut like you ought to really enjoy being fucked in the ass with the taste of cum in her mouth." 

Cecilia moaned in agreement, and whimpering softly with longing, got down on her hands and knees and crawled to the feet of the youngest guard, her butt swaying temptingly from side to side as she moved. The sight of Cecilia approaching was enough to make the youngest guard come again. The satyrs laughed, stroking their massive members. Cecilia bent her head down and began lapping at the cum like a kitten lapping milk from a saucer. The guard next to her came, adding his fresh load to the hot cum in front of the hungry nun. 

Pharaoh stepped forward and positioned himself in front of Cecilia's ass, getting ready to enter. A nearby satyr spread Cecilia's butt cheeks apart so the centaur could better find the nun's opening. 

"This is so hot," the third guard groaned, exploding in orgasm and squeezing the last of his cum onto the floor in front of Cecilia. 

The nun continued to lap at the hot seed on the dungeon floor. Suddenly, with a burst of fire, the centaur's cock found its way into the nun's cute little bottom. Cecilia cried out and the pressure of the penetration sent her forward, face-first into the pool of cum. Pharaoh began pumping in and out of the girl's ass at an alarming rate, pressing Cecilia's face into the puddle of cum over and over again. The nun whimpered and moaned as she was impaled by the immense member that ruthlessly pounded her well-used rectum. 

The satyrs found this sight so appealing that they all came at once, spilling copious amounts of seed on the naughty little nun. Cecilia enjoyed the warmth of the cum on the skin of her back. She felt it pool between her shoulder blades and drip off the sides of her body, little droplets making their way under her and onto her stomach. The fire in her ass was intense, totally different than in her pussy. She felt a lot fuller, fuller than she ever imagined possible. The waves of pleasure that coursed through her were uncomfortable, but even more powerful and fulfilling than before. She blacked out just a little with every trust, her face pressing into the pool of the guards' cum. It felt like an eternity of pain and pleasure before the centaur came, filling her ass with so much cum that it could feed her for a week. As the centaur pulled himself free of the nun's thoroughly fucked ass, the feeling was so intense that Cecilia passed out, her body overwhelmed with pleasure and exhaustion. 

When she woke up, Cecilia found herself laying in a King-sized bed, her pussy still damp and full of cum, and her asshole tender and sore from her recent pounding. The room was large, gilded and incredibly sensual. Cupids with subtle curls hung on the corners of the walls, their cheeks all puffed up, as though they were about to give some lucky satyr the blowjob of his life. Stone statues of guards, with somewhat larger than life-size erect cocks, stood along the walls. Cecilia was so distracted by the beautiful decorations that it took her a while to notice that she was not alone. The Queen Mother was sitting in the corner by the fire, wearing a thin silk gown that accented her slender waist and supple breasts. She had her legs spread wide apart, and her pussy was leaving a puddle on the beautifully embroidered satin chair that supported her. She wielded a large golden dildo, which she thrust hungrily in and out of her dripping wet hole, her eyes rolling over into the back of her head with intense fulfillment. 

Cecilia gasped in pleasure as she watched the large toy disappear and reappear out of the Queen's hot hole. The older woman looked at Cecilia, her lips spreading into a sensuous smile. She dropped her toy and mounted the bed, climbing on top of the young woman and giving her a very deep and passionate kiss with a little more tongue than frankly necessary. The nun moaned into the Queen's mouth. She slid her hands up the Queen's skirt and ran her fingers along her slit. And the older woman traced her way down the nun's collar bone and onto her left breast, cupping it slightly and then pinching the nipple, Cecilia inserted a finger into the Queen's damp hole. She added another and another, making her partner squirm in pleasure. The older woman pushed the nun onto her and began lapping at her cum-filled pussy, her tongue reaching out and spooning the seed out of Cecilia's tender hole. The nun positioned herself so that her head was between the Queen's legs, the Queen's big juicy clit hanging an inch in front of her nose. Slowly, she snaked her tongue into the woman's sweet, damp hole. They continued this way for a day and a night, soiling the rich sheets with their juices, writhing against each other in continual climax. When they got hungry, the queen rang a bell, and they dined on the fanciest foods the castle had to offer: raw oysters with a tangy lemon sauce and fillet mignon with scallions, feeding each other with their forks and spoons. 

Cecilia had greatly admired the Queen Mother, ever since she first saw the elegant woman at mass twelve years ago. The time they had together was just what she needed to recover from the stress of being fucked so hard my so many huge cocks. The young nun often lay at night dreaming with lust of the feel of the Queens silky hands on her tender body, the wonderful warm caresses that she had missed from her mother. Her time with the queen was years of longing dreams come true. 

But when the sun set on what would be the couple's second night together, the Queen Mother got out of bed stark naked and began pacing the bed chamber. She donned a velvet robe that barely covered her pussy, and for a couple of minutes Cecilia just stared at her open-mouthed, remembering the lovely taste of older woman's crotch and drooling slightly, not even imagining that something could be the matter. But as time passed and the Queen did not return to bed, it became too much for the young woman, and she climbed out of bed herself and knelt down to lick the Queen's sweet velvety pussy. But as her talented tongue began to slither into the Queen's juicy hole, the older woman pushed her head away gently but decisively, and continued her pacing. She walked quickly back and forth across the gilded room, her glistening pussy appearing and disappearing elusively beneath her purple robe. 

"What's wrong?" Cecilia asked, thrusting three fingers into her own pussy, spreading them far apart and pushing them in and out quickly. "Tell me what's troubling you so that I might help!" The nun twitched and convulsed as another orgasm coursed its way through her tiny body, making her feel warm and loved, but she knew it did nothing to help her friend the Queen. 

The Queen Mother sighed and continued her pacing. It was several minutes before she replied. During this time, Cecilia had grabbed the golden dildo from the Queen's side of the bed and began feeding it in and out of her hungry pussy, and so when the Queen finally spoke, Cecilia had a little trouble concentrating enough to understand her. 

"My son will be back in the morning, he sent a messenger from the next town," the Queen Mother began. "And God, he is such a prude! I should have known he would turn out this way when he was born with a fig leaf covering his private parts! I had to promise him I'd find him a bride before he returned, or he wouldn't leave me alone to have orgies in peace, but I've been having so much fun entertaining nymphs and satyrs that I completely forgot to look. Not that I could ever find someone naпve enough to marry that asshole. He says he wants a 'righteous virgin!' Isn't that a hoot? But a woman as hot and slutty as you ought to be a good influence. If we could get him hooked on hot kinky sex, then things might actually pick up around here." She crawled onto the bed, her nipple falling free of her loosely-tied robe and hanging an inch in front of the nun's face. The Queen reached between Cecilia's legs and, ever so slightly, began fingering the nun's clit. 

Cecilia moaned softly, her sensitive pussy burning from the touch. As the older woman's pace quickened, Cecilia began to imagine what it would like to marry the Queen's son. He was pretty hot when she saw him in mass with his mother, and if he was anything like the woman she had been with for the last two nights, she was in for a treat. The Queen Mother had said that her son was a total prude, and the nun could believe it. He always held his head so stiffly that the muscles in Cecilia's neck twitched, and she had to resist the urge to leap from her seat and suck it. But Cecilia thought the Queen was right, and she would be a good influence on her future husband. What living man could resist a hot slut like her, after all? If she couldn't turn the King into a horny dog, then who could? Just thinking about it was enough to make her come again. Her body twitched and convulsed under the Queen's touch. Of course she ought to marry the King! It was hard to explain, but writhing in climax she was sure she was making the right decision. The King's touch would be just as desperate and passionate as his mother's. She would make it so. 

"So, will you be my daughter?" The Queen Mother said, dragging her nipple back and forth over the nun's clit and gaping hole and licking the young woman's belly button. "Be by my side. Marry my stupid son, and you'll be the closest person to me. The two of us will always be together, having orgies with hot nymphs and satyrs." The nun convulsed in orgasm yet again, the warmth spreading through her so completely that she was immune to any other sensation. 

"Oh, oh, oh!" Cecilia gasped, squeezing the Queen's hand between her legs to control the orgasm that was coursing through her. And then, the two naked women crawled back into bed and commenced soiling the fancy bed sheets with their juices. They stayed the rest of the night in each other's arms, stroking each other's pussies tenderly and sending little shivers of pleasure coursing through each other's bodies. 

The wedding took place the next day. The attractive but prudish King took the hand of the lovely nun-in-training in the little chapel where Cecilia had been raised. The bride wore the Queen Mother's white wedding dress, which was exquisitely embroidered and ended just above the crotch, and she had the golden dildo in her pussy, held in place by nothing more than pure muscle power. The Queen Mother stimulated herself with her hand as she watched her only son marry the hot nun with the dildo wedged up her pussy. The couple kissed ever so slightly, Cecilia trying to press her tongue into the King's mouth and failing, and then walked off hand in hand, the King removing Cecilia's hand from his cock, to consummate their marriage. They ascended the stone stairs and opened the large wooden door to the King's bedchamber. 


Cecilia



NOTĂ: Din motive, cel mai probabil, de incompatibilitate a software-ului, nu apar, în text, liniile de dialog.

Îmi cer scuze și sper ca acest inconvenient să nu vă afecteze plăcerea lecturii.

Nu știu cum se face, dar, de la o vreme, fac ce fac și, oriunde mă învârt, prin instituție, mă tot întâlnesc cu fata asta...

Mereu cochetă, îmbrăcată decent, fără ostentație, însă lăsând să se vadă că are țâțe, cur, craci, iar machiajul feței, discret, însă fără să-i lipsească rujul de pe buze, într-o nuanță destul de apropiată de culoarea naturală a buzelor, fardată, cu rimel și tot soiul de chestii femeiești la ochi...

Știe să-și scoată în evidență ochii, de un verde pătrunzător, dacă mă pot exprima astfel.

Părul este de un șaten deschis, aproape blond.

Nu cred că, fără tocuri, are mai mult de un metru șaptezeci, dar nici nu m-am apropiat de ea, cu ruleta, s-o măsor...

Sincer, nu mă dă pe spate, însă nici nu pot rămâne chiar indiferent când o văd...

Maniera în care se mișcă îmi spune, destul de clar, că nu le are pe astea cu sporturile, sau, poate, doar șah...

Am aflat că o cheamă Cecilia, total întâmplător, fiind la o țigară cu o colegă care a strigat-o pe nume.

Practic, n-am făcut, la maniera oficială, cunoștință, însă s-a oprit și ea, lângă noi și și-a aprins o țigară.

Nu pot spune că m-a ignorat, însă doar a stat de vorbă cu colega mea, fără să încerce să se bage-n vorbă cu mine.

Totuși, la un anumit punct al conversației, din politețe, bănuiesc, colega mi-a cerut și mie părerea...

Nu m-a contrazis, însă nici nu s-a manifestat de o manieră care să-mi dea de înțeles că ar fi de acord cu punctul meu de vedere.

Una peste alta, de atunci, de câte ori o întâlnesc, o salut.

Cum sunt divorțat de doar câteva luni, iar fosta soție lucrează în aceeași instituție, nici nu mă trage ața să mă apuc să încerc să fac curte vreunei femei de aici -- bârfe, chestii, complicații...

De la o vreme, însă, nu pot să nu observ că... prea ne întâlnim des, iar eu, cu siguranță, nu fac nimic pentru ca acest lucru să se întâmple.

După mai bine de două săptămâni, fiind singur, la o țigară, mă trezesc că mă abordează, rugându-mă să-i dau un foc, apoi rămâne lângă mine.

După ce trage două fumuri, mă întreabă dacă este adevărat ce a auzit, că am niște scule de muzică foarte performante, iar după ce îi confirm, îmi spune că are, de la prietenul ei, două discuri pe care ar vrea să le înregistreze pe o casetă.

Că... banii nu sunt o problemă, chestii...

Îi explic și eu că nu este cazul să mă plătească pentru un astfel de serviciu, apoi îmi cere permisiunea să vină la mine acasă, împreună cu prietenul, cu discurile și cu caseta.

Îi dau adresa, stabilim ora și ne despărțim.

Oamenii, cu bun simț, aduc, pe lângă discuri și casetă, o sticlă de vodcă rusească.

În fine, aduc pahare, plus ceva gheață pentru ea, înregistrăm discurile, delectându-ne cu vodca, timp în care Cecilia îmi tot răsfoiește cataloagele cu muzici.

Chiar mă întreabă, de una, de alta.

După ce termin de înregistrat discurile, prietenul Ceciliei mă întreabă dacă este prea mult dacă mă roagă să le pun să asculte un anumit album.

Nu neapărat din plăcere, însă din politețe, mă conformez -- în fond, a mai rămas destulă vodcă în sticlă...

A doua zi, Cecilia vine țintit la mine, să-mi mulțumească încă o dată, povestindu-mi, insistent, că pe casetofonul ei, caseta înregistrată de mine se aude cel mai bine, din toate casetele pe care le are.

Este foarte mulțumită, încântată, chestii...

În fine, fumăm împreună, pentru ca, aproape de momentul despărțirii, să-și ia inima-n dinți și să mă întrebe dacă aș fi dispus să-i mai înregistrez o casetă, cu două albume pe care le-a văzut la mine în catalog -- că este dispusă să plătească, chestii...

Acum, știți cum este -- dă-i omului un deget, că-ți ia toată mâna!...

Ce să fac, îmi dau acordul, iar ea mă întreabă dacă am, deja, un program stabilit pentru sâmbăta după-amiaza.

Cum nu am stabilit vreun program, îi comunic și ei acest lucru.

OK, rămâne să mai vorbim, să stabilim detaliile.

Sâmbătă, pe la zece, mă trezesc cu Cecilia în birou -- mă roagă să ieșim la o țigară.

Îmi spune că a luat caseta la ea și, dacă nu mă deranjează, ar vrea să plecăm direct la mine, după orele de program.

În afară de faptul că am lăsat patul harcea-parcea, nu văd vreun impediment, așa că accept propunerea ei.

La sfârșitul programului, ne întâlnim și plecăm împreună.

Pe drum, îmi spune că prietenul ei a sunat-o și i-a comunicat că a intervenit ceva la el, așa că nu mai poate să vină și el, așa cum stabiliseră inițial...

Sincer, treaba mi se pare cam nașpa -- ce om cu mintea întreagă-și lasă femeia să se ducă singură, acasă la un tip divorțat, care, culmea, arată și bine?...

Vedeți ce modest pot să fiu?

Cum tot stăm de vorbă, Cecilia îmi povestește că, de fapt, prietenul ăsta al ei este mai mult un... fost prieten, că nu mai arde acea flacără, că e cam frig în relația dintre ei, că este mai mult chestie de obișnuință și că, după părerea ei, în cazul de față, nu a intervenit ceva, ci... cineva.

O știe și ea pe tipa respectivă și are motive întemeiate să-și facă gânduri...

N-oi fi eu vreun monument de inteligență, însă nici tâmpit nu sunt -- mi-e clar că fata-mi așterne covorul roșu între degetele ei mari de la picioare.

În fond, dacă ea vrea, cum suntem amândoi adulți, nu văd care ar fi problema.

În lift, nu se poate abține să nu se uite în oglindă și să-și aranjeze, cu mâna, părul.

Deh, v-am spus deja, femeia e cochetă, sau, poate, gestul se vrea unul de intimitate.

Sincer, cum are ea părul de aranjat, nu mă preocupă, întrucât, dac-o fi să trecem la alte chestii, cu siguranță că o să i-l ciufulesc!...

Intrăm, iar eu îmi cer scuze, ca să mă pot duce înainte, ca să aranjez patul.

Mă oprește:

Hai măi, fii serios! Ce crezi, că n-am mai văzut pat nefăcut?!?

Intrăm împreună în cameră, iar eu, totuși, nu mă pot abține și arunc o cuvertură pe pat.

În fine, găsesc benzile cu albumele solicitate de Cecilia, apoi aduc o sticlă de whiskey și două pahare.

După ce pornesc sculele, mă retrag la bucătărie, să prepar cafeaua.

După un minut, apare în cadrul ușii de la bucătărie și-mi cere voie să stea cu mine până fierbe cafeaua.

Normal că n-am ce să am împotrivă.

Mă întreabă:

- Să nu te superi, dar... poți să-mi spui și mie de ce ai divorțat?...

Chestia asta nu-mi pică bine deloc, însă nici nu dau în vreo criză de nervi -- sunt deja vaccinat, imun, prea m-au întrebat mulți aceeași chestie...

Îi răspund, deci, politicos și calm, că astea-s chestii personale și că n-am chef să discut despre așa ceva, mai ales că o și cunoaște pe fosta mea soție...

Își cere scuze, eu îi spun că nici o problemă, apoi rămânem, un timp, tăcuți -- o tăcere stânjenitoare...

Se pare însă că pe Cecilia o mănâncă-n cur, rău de tot:

Știi, poate că nu fac bine că-ți spun, însă nevastă-ta te-a iubit, pe bune...

Sigur că da, că eu oi fi urât-o!...

Tot nu se potolește:

Știi, poate că nici pe asta n-ar trebui să ți-o spun, însă... na, că nu pot să tac -- să știi că mi-a mărturisit că, la pat, ești cel mai tare bărbat pe care l-a avut ea vreodată...

Nu se mai poate -- o dau pe obrăznicii:

Și tu ai crezut-o pe cuvânt?

Se pare că, în sfârșit, am reușit s-o intimidez. Totuși, are suficient sânge-n instalație ca să dea un răspuns:

Să nu crezi că n-am priceput unde bați! Nu-s tâmpită!...

Dar cine crede că oi fi vreo tâmpită?!?

Totuși, ai fost prea direct, ca să nu spun că... de-a dreptul obraznic!...

Cecilia, tu ții neapărat să ne certăm?

Vai! Nu! De ce?!?

... Păi... mă iei la descusut despre motivele divorțului, apoi că ce mult m-a iubit nevastă-mea, apoi, colac peste pupăză, că ce tare sunt eu la pat!...

... Mai bine vezi să nu dea cafeaua în foc!...

Tac și-mi văd de cafea.

Cecilia, se face și ea utilă și, după ce mă întreabă unde țin ceștile pentru cafea, pune două pe o tavă, așteptându-mă să torn cafeaua, apoi se retrage în casă, cu tot cu tavă.

Termin și eu ce mai am de făcut prin bucătărie și merg și eu în casă.

Cecilia este așezată pe fotoliu, picior peste picior, cu o țigară aprinsă în mână.

Dau să mă așez și eu pe celălalt fotoliu, însă Cecilia-mi cere să micșorez volumul stației -- vrea să vorbim.

Știi, am impresia că necazul prin care ai trecut te-a făcut să fii irascibil, să n-ai încredere în femei, poate chiar să le urăști...

Nu-ți face probleme, o să-mi treacă...

Mai trage vreo două fumuri din țigară, apoi:

... Știi, de fapt, habar n-am cum să ți-o spun, dar... aș vrea, dacă pot, să te ajut și eu într-un fel...

... Dacă te referi la discuții psihanalitice, zău, las-o baltă!...

Tace, până termină țigara, apoi mă roagă să-i mai torn niște whiskey -- îmi cer scuze că n-am fost atent și n-am observat că și-a golit paharul.

Îi torn, apoi îl golesc și eu pe al meu și-mi torn și mie.

Nu pot să nu sesizez, în gând, normal, că are o apetență cam măricică pentru whiskey...

Nu știu dacă este telepatie, sau am eu, necontrolat, vreo privire aiurea, însă tipa se prinde:

Să știi că nu-mi stă în fire să fiu sugativă, însă... mă tot străduiesc să-mi fac curaj...

Mi-e clar că nu pentru a-mi cere să-i mai înregistrez ceva vrea ea să-și facă curaj...

Mă ridic, mă apropii de fotoliul ei, o iau de mâini și o ridic.

Îi las mâinile și-i iau fața între palme.

Mă uit adânc în ochii ei și-i zâmbesc:

Cecilia, suntem amândoi adulți -- te ajut eu să-mi spui ce ai de spus, dacă va mai fi cazul.

Mă apropii și mai mult și o sărut, mai întâi pe frunte, apoi cobor direct la buze.

Mă așteaptă, cu ele întredeschise.

O sărut, mai întâi ușor, apoi o mușc de buza de jos -- nu tare, doar ca s-o incit.

Mă cuprinde, cu brațele și se lipește de mine.

Nu mă las nici eu mai prejos -- o îmbrățișez și eu și-i bag limba în gură.

Se pare că suntem, amândoi, pricepuți la „dialogul" ăsta...

După un timp, o sărut din nou pe frunte, apoi îi dau părul la o parte și o mușc de lobul urechii, luându-i, în același timp, cercelul în gură.

Se cutremură, de parcă ar fi curentat-o ceva...

Îi las lobul urechii și-mi înfig limba, violent, în urechea ei, sperând, sincer, că s-a spălat azi-dimineață.

Iar se cutremură, lipindu-se și mai tare de mine, mai ales că, normal, între timp, are ce să simtă în dreptul abdomenului.

Îi las urechea și cobor mai jos, la gât -- o ling, o sărut, însă atent să nu-i las vreo urmă.

Oftează:

Ahhhhh! Ce-mi faci!...

O las, mă desprind din îmbrățișare și, tacticos, uitându-mă în ochii ei, încep să-i deschei nasturii de la bluză.

O simt, este puțin jenată, însă nu se opune.

Ajuns jos, îi scot bluza de sub fustă, descheindu-i și ultimii doi nasturi.

Apoi, trec la nasturele de la o mânecă -- de cealaltă mânecă, se ocupă ea.

Îi dau bluza jos și i-o arunc pe un taburet.

Aceeași destinație capătă și sutienul.

Respiră greu -- nu mi se mai poate uita în ochi -- și-i închide:

Ohhhhhh!...

Lafel îi manevrez și gaica și fermoarul din spate, de la fustă, timp în care mă ocup, serios, cu gura, de unul din sfârcurile ei, deja întărite de excitare.

Îi las fusta să alunece în jos, apoi îi trag în jos și de dres, împreună cu chiloții.

După ce-i dau dresul și chiloții mai jos de bazin, o iau în brațe și o așez pe pat.

Mă aplec și-i scot, rapid, pantofii din picioare, apoi o ridic cu picioarele-n sus și continui cu scoaterea dresului și a chiloților.

Stă, în continuare, cu ochii închiși.

Îi duc mâna între labii și, când o simt cât e de udă, îi introduc două degete în vagin, apoi, cu degetul mare, îi smotocesc lindicul.

Se pare că poveștile fostei mele soții au întărâtat-o.

E udă bine de tot.

Iar oftează:

Ohhhhhhh! Ce-mi faci!...

... Îți fac ce-ți trebuie, frumoaso!...

O rotesc, astfel încât să stea întinsă în pat, apoi mă ridic și trec la dezechipare.

Nu-mi ia mult, doar am făcut armata!...

Mă așez lângă ea și reiau activitatea de smotocire a pizdei.

Între timp, fata s-a hotărât să deschidă, din nou, ochii, așa că, văzându-mă cu pula sculată, mi-o ia în mână și începe să mi-o frece -- nu tare -- e clar că nu vrea decât să mă incite, nu să mă facă să ejaculez...

În cinci minute, e gelatină -- s-a slobozit!

Ahhhhhh! Ce-mi faci!...

Realizez că albumul este foarte aproape de sfârșit, așa că îi scot degetele din pizdă, o ciupesc, glumeț, de labii, apoi îi explic că trebuie să întorc caseta și să pun celălalt album.

Este puțin dezorientată, însă și satisfăcută de tratament...

În zece minute, termin cu treaba cu muzica, punând celălalt album să se înregistreze, apoi mă întind în pat, lângă Cecilia.

Mă întorc spre ea și o îmbrățișez.

Ne sărutăm.

Se desprinde din sărut, se ridică în genunchi, apoi se apleacă.

Îmi place cum mă mângâie cu părul pe abdomen și cum, finuț, parcă timid, îmi ia pula-n gură.

Îi duc mâna la ceafă și încep s-o masez, ușor.

O ia ca pe o încurajare, ceea ce și este, de fapt, așa că-și intensifică prestația -- nu e ea vreo specialistă, însă nici niznaioasă nu este...

Nu le are, cel puțin, nu-mi arată, deocamdată, cu luatul pulii în gât.

Cum sunt nefutut de vreo săptămână, n-o las să continue.

Vreau, măcar un pic, să-mi scald pula în sucurile pizdei ei, așa că, lejer, îi iau picioarele pe umeri și... i-o bag.

Iar oftează:

Ahhhhhh!... Ohhhhhh!... Auuuuuu!

Nu, n-o doare, însă iar și-a dat drumul!

O pompez, iar este cu ochii închiși, însă, brusc, și-i deschide:

Să ai grijă, te rog...

Nu trebuie să-mi traducă, știu bine la ce se referă...

Nu trec cinci minute, că-mi vine și mie...

O scot, o încalec, apoi îmi dau drumul pe sânii ei.

E inundație.

O văd cum se uită, parcă uimită.

Mă ridic, rapid și scot din sertar un prosopel.

Deja, câteva picături consistente i se scurg pe gât...

N-am chef să trebuiască să schimb cearceaful.

Preia prosopelul și se șterge...

Între timp, dacă tot n-am ce face, o mângâi pe abdomen și, zâmbind, o întreb:

Ei, mai ai ceva să-mi spui?

Mi se uită în ochi, cu sclipiri parșive:

... Ddddda! Mai vreau!... Dar, mai întâi, vreau la baie.

Mi-e clar că vrea să se spele -- chestia cu ștersul nu i s-a părut de ajuns...

Îi zâmbesc:

Hai să facem un duș!

Hai!

Ne ridicăm și mergem la baie...

Întorși în cameră, chiar dacă, deja, cum se poate observa, eu am chef de încă o tură, Cecilia îmi cere să ne așezăm în fotolii și să mai fumăm câte o țigară.

Mi se uită în ochi, apoi fixează un punct de pe perete.

În sfârșit, după ce mai ia o gură de whiskey din pahar, se hotărăște să vorbească:

Uite ce este, nu știu dacă mă înțelegi, însă vreau să-l umilesc, să-l jicnesc, pe acest prefăcut de prieten al meu... Te rog eu, frumos, să mă muști, să-mi lași urme, să se vadă clar că am fost cu unul sau mai mulți bărbați...

Mă iau de griji:

Și ce faci dacă tipul se enervează și te ia la bătaie?!?

N-o so facă, nu e genul, însă, sunt sigură, asta-l va face să se hotărască să punem capăt relației -- sincer, mă chinuie relația asta prelungită aiurea și plină de minciuni!...

...Pui mic, dacă asta vrei, o să te sug, o să te mușc, de o să creadă că ai fost victima vreunui viol -- și nu cu un tip, ci cu... trei, cel puțin!...

... Te rog, zău! Vreau să se oftice! Parcă-l văd că mâine mă sună și se invită la mine! Abia aștept, pe lumină, să mă dezbrac în fața lui și să-l... uimesc!...

Terminăm țigările, așa că o iau de mână, o duc în pat și o răstorn pe burtă, apoi îi iau bucile curului la supt, mușcat, chestii.

Țipă:

Auuuuuuu!... Doare!

... Ce vrei, dragă, dragostea cere sacrificii!...

... Doarrrrrreeeeee!

N-o las, ci o tot mușc, din diverse unghiuri, să-l fac pe ăla să-și pună mintea pe bigudiuri...

Brusc, mă ridic și-i iau la supt și la mușcat gâtul -- sigur va trebui, câteva săptămâni bune, să ia la purtat, la serviciu, tot felul de eșarfe, ca să-și ascundă vânătăile...

O întorc pe spate și-i iau și cealaltă latură a gâtului la întrebări.

Cobor mai jos, la sâni -- îi iau aureolele la lins, supt, apoi mușcat, cu simț de răspundere.

Dacă la gât m-a suportat, acum iar începe:

Auuuuuuuu!... Doarrrrreeeeeee!

... Păi... vrei, sau nu vrei urme?!?

... Vreau, dar.... doarrrrreeeeeee!

În fine, după ce-i las o ștampilă între țâțe, cobor între picioarele ei și-i iau la supt pulpele interioare, extrem de aproape de pizdulice.

Se frământă, geme, se vaită c-o doare...

Aproape că încearcă să scape.

N-o las. Vreau să termin ce am început.

Repet operațiile, apoi, în sfârșit, îmi bag pula-n ea.

Se liniștește.

Îi spun:

Te-aș mușca și de buze, însă mai trebuie să vii și la serviciu -- nu vreau să te faci de râs...

Nnnnuuuuuu! Ttttte rooooog!

Stai liniștită, nu sunt măgar...

Ahhhh! Ce-mi faci!... Ahhhhh!...

Iar s-a slobozit!

Iar o mușc de carotidă...

Se pare că are o slăbiciune acolo. Iar se slobozește...

O întorc și o iau pe la spate.

Înainte de a i-o băga, mă aplec și o mușc de buca curului, cu simț de răspundere.

Țipă:

Gata! Mă doarrre de mooooor!...

Gata femeie! Te-am marcat de o să-l faci pe ăla să se urce pe pereți!...

I-o bag și-o iau la pompe.

Îi testez și curulețul. Vrea să fugă, dar n-o las. Se contorsionează:

Nuuuuuuuu! Te roooog! Mă ruuuuupi!... Lasă-mi fundul în pace!...

OK! Fundul tău, treaba ta, că doar nu-i viol!...

Acum, dacă tot am dat-o pe de-astea, o întreb:

Pot să-mi dau drumul în gura ta?

Stă, un pic, în dubiu, apoi:

Dacă-mi promiți că nu mă forțezi, dddda, te las....

... Stai, fato, liniștită, că doar ne futem, cum ți-am spus, nu-i viol!...

Când simt că sunt aproape, i-o scot și mă întind, pe-o parte, lângă ea:

Hai, pui, ia cât poți, că nu vreau să te forțez...

Se conformează și... se străduiește, însă, mi-e clar, nu le are pe-astea cu suptul pulii...

După ce termin, mă ridic și mă duc la baie -- îmi spăl pula la chiuvetă, apoi o las pe Cecilia, care a venit după mine, să-și admire urmele de pe piele în oglindă...

Între timp, eu iau un loc pe fotoliu și mă delectez cu o țigară și niște whiskey...

Apare și mândrețea:

Băi, dar chiar că arăt ca după un viol!...

... Stai să vezi ce urâte se fac până mâine dimineață!...

O să înebunească ăla!...

Dacă-i mai spui și că ai savurat fiecare clipă, cu siguranță!...

Să știi că, dacă n-ai nimic împotrivă, mâine, după ce scap de el, vin la tine, să-ți povestesc cum a fost!...

... Oricum, sper că noaptea asta stai aici...

... Și... dacă mă sună?

... Păi... parcă vroiai să-l faci gelos, să-l umilești, chestii...

Ai dreptate, dă-l dracului! Lasă-l să-și tocească degetele formând numărul meu de telefon!...

Dimineața, pe la șapte, a plecat.

La douăsprezece, a revenit.

N-a fost nevoie să se dezbrace, a fost suficient să-i vadă urmele de pe gât.

A făcut-o curvă, stricată, bagaboantă, târâtură, apoi, ca o cârpă, a început să plângă...

I-a dat un pahar cu apă, apoi i-a spus adio...

În ce mă privește pe mine, am continuat, câteva luni, să-i administrez ceva pompe sub coadă.

Deja era ca la început, fără urme, ștampile, chestii.

S-a încurcat cu un tip din departamentul ei, băiat bun și simpatic, de treabă, așa că am rugat-o eu, frumos, să încetăm să ne mai vedem -- nu mi-a plăcut niciodată să fut femeia altuia, în condițiile în care am făcut cunoștință și cu el...

Oricum, dacă la pat nu aveam nici o problemă, în rest, stilul ei, sclifoșenia, sincer, nu a intrat în zona în care să mă simt atras de vreo culoare...

Cu tipul respectiv a stat îmbârligată câteva luni, apoi s-a transferat, nu mai știu unde, la un loc de muncă mai bine plătit, chestii...

Am pierdut legătura.



Cecilia Gets Her Wish



Cecilia had reached a turning point in her new relationship. She had been dating her most recent boyfriend for slightly over four months and, all things considered, things were going pretty well. He was young, handsome, in excellent physical shape, and apparently either rich or at least very well off. He drove a new expensive Italian sports car-very stylish. He was always impeccably dressed when he picked her up at her apartment to go out to dinner or to a show. Unlike many of her previous boyfriends he never appeared distracted while they talked over a candlelight dinner or as they quietly strolled through downtown or her neighborhood as he escorted her home. Anthony seemed very interested in Cecilia's opinions and experiences, listening much more than speaking. He was always opening doors or lifting chairs for her; in short, he was a perfect gentleman. No, Anthony was perfect period.

Cecilia was pretty close to perfect herself. At 26 she was uncommonly good-looking, a bit on the tall side, 5'9" or so, exquisitely proportioned, and a natural blonde whose long tresses reached halfway down her back. Cecilia had an excellent position as an executive secretary for McCowan, O'Donnell and Stevens, a major in-town law firm specializing in real estate law. She pulled down an annual salary just shy of six figures but to earn that salary she had to work long hours which left her precious little time to cultivate relationships. Sometimes she went for as much as two weeks without spending any time together with Anthony. She had ended previous relationships because her boyfriends wanted more of her time than she had available to give and, when push came to shove, she could not give up the security that her hefty salary provided to her. As the only child of deceased parents, she knew that she was on her own. In the current economy the chances of her finding another job like the one she currently held were slim and none and, as her father used to say, "Slim was out of town." Her job came first and any man in her life, at least for the time being, had to both understand and be willing to carry on a relationship within those constraints. 

This was not a problem for Anthony who seemed content to see her when she was available. Cecilia, who had gone by the nickname "CC" since she could remember, was grateful for Anthony's patience and understanding. Nevertheless, she felt a certain internal dissonance over this. On one hand she was relieved that he understood the demands of her career and how important it was to her. On the other hand, maybe just a little bit, she secretly wanted him to be a little more jealous of her commitment to work, but he never showed any signs of it. They never even discussed the issue. Somehow it was just understood that they would see each other when they could and enjoy each other's company.

Although their dates were infrequent, CC and Anthony's relationship was definitely not platonic. After the first few nights out together CC and Anthony had developed a healthy, if sparse, sex life and virtually every date ended with sex at her apartment. As they discovered each other's bodies and needs CC and Anthony grew more comfortable, more intimate, but by the fifth or sixth time making love together each had introduced one or two little "twists" in order to keep their love life fresh and interesting. Anthony had a thing for white blouses and encouraged CC to wear white whenever she was willing. He even bought her two or three expensive satin and silk tops which she wore to please him. He said that he liked the way that it clung to her skin and accentuated her figure. Moreover, he said, he liked the way that it felt to the touch, soft, silky smooth, and yet substantial. When they talked about it he confided to her that he liked her to go braless under the blouses so that he could gauge the extent of her arousal by the way her nipples protruded from the inside.

For her part, Cecelia was into role-playing. One night she would want to pretend that she was a famous actress and he was her chauffeur. He would call her "Madame" and purposefully tone down his manner, speaking only when spoken to and letting her take the lead. Another night she would be a farm girl and he would take on the persona of a cowboy drifter who'd been hired by her father to "work the ranch" during the harvest. He would arrive at her place, they always met at her place, in boots, denim, a cowboy hat, and three or four day's growth on his chin and face. He would become just a little more aggressive and she would play the innocent country girl. They both enjoyed the role-playing and the sex was out of this world.

One evening, while sipping wine over dinner at Figarello's, an expensive restaurant in the financial district near CC's law firm's offices Cecelia asked Anthony whether or not he had ever done a role-play involving bondage. He said "no," and that he had never "fancied being tied up." 

She laughed out loud and then leaned across the dinner table, taking Anthony's hand in her own. "I don't want to tie you up, silly," she whispered with head bowed as if everyone in the room were listening to their conversation, "but ... I wouldn't mind it if maybe you wanted to tie me up. Helplessness is kind of a turn-on or at least I think that it might be. To tell you the truth, I've never been tied up, but when I see it in the movies it... I don't know... it kind of rivets my attention." Cecelia lifted her head and looked at her handsome date. "Before you ask, no, Anthony, I do not watch, nor do I have a secret stash of bondage-filled smut movies tucked away in my closet. I'm not talking about those kinds of movies; I'm talking about, I mean, you know, movies in which bad guys break in and tie up a housewife, or the heroine gets captured and ends up gagged with her arms tied in the air over her head, or in a chair or in a bed until the hero comes along and saves her- damsel in distress stuff. She lowered her head to whisper again. "The women always look so helpless and scared. It's definitely arousing." Finally, Cecelia slowly lifted her eyes to meet Anthony's whose own eyes were staring directly at the blonde beauty on the other side of the table-for-two. "Wanna try it?"

Anthony's face grew pensive as his mind pulled back from the conversation for a while. He took another long sip from his wine glass and leaned across the table taking her delicate hands in his. He spoke to her in a voice slightly above a whisper. "Well, this is an interesting turn of events. I can't say that I saw it coming, but I suppose if you want we could give it a try. Why don't we take a little time so I can do a little 'research' and then agree to make a night of it. Sounds like it might be fun, for me at least." He chuckled in a sinister kind of way as he smiled across at Cecelia who began to blush, betraying herself. She was turned-on by the thought and he could see that she was. That night the sex, though straight, was especially satisfying for both of them.

A week later, Cecelia's cell phone rang during her lunch break. After excusing herself to take the call, CC answered and Anthony spoke. "I have a place up state, a kind of cabin in the woods that I use when I want to be alone," Anthony said. "I don't go there often, and I have never brought a woman there- it's kind of a 'man-cave,' but if you can get a weekend off, we could spirit ourselves away and not worry about being interrupted while we played a few games. The mountains are just beginning to show their fall colors. Let's do it."

A shiver of anticipation and a blast of goose-bumps nearly overcame Cecelia. It was a good thing that she had excused herself because her lunch-mates would have noticed and a barrage of intimate questions would certainly have followed. Cecelia worked hard to keep her work life and her private life separate. Nobody at work knew anything about her activities once she left the law office. Several of the young lawyers at the firm had approached her to see if she was available socially but each request for drinks or dinner had been politely refused. She had met Anthony while jewelry shopping. She was looking at necklaces and he was waiting for a watch repair. The attraction was mutual and instantaneous. A few drinks at a local piano bar later she had given him her number and he had promised to call. A week later, he did.

Now, she was at a crossroads. She toyed with the idea of telling Anthony that she had changed her mind or at least that she had to work for the next several weekends. Weekend work was part of the territory and Anthony knew that. Quarterly reports were due at the beginning of next month so in another week her excuse would be true, but this weekend, Cecelia was free. She took a deep breath, steadied herself, and said "I'm free this weekend."

Anthony had told the truth. As the sports car pulled into the driveway, Cecelia surveyed the scene. The "cabin" was a modern contemporary home, complete with a substantial outbuilding, probably a workshop, and a small garage. The mini-compound was isolated in the deep woods on the edge of a smallish lake. All around the trees were in full-foliage display. The hills across the lake looked like an impressionist painting in reds, yellows, and orange hues. In a few minutes they were inside the front door, and Anthony was at a small, but well-stocked bar mixing them both a drink. A small, candlelight dinner and a bottle of wine set the stage for what promised to be an interesting weekend. They talked, well, Cecelia talked about work and Anthony listened intently. CC explained that nobody at work knew anything about her weekend plans. She confided that when he had called, she had considered rescinding her original request and that she did have some misgivings, but that now that they were alone and she had had the chance to think about it, she was feeling more secure.

Anthony rose quietly from his seat and said, "an odd choice of words... 'secure.' Why don't you stand up and let me look at you? Cecelia rose from her chair and stepped back from the table. Anthony's eyes surveyed the beautiful woman who stood in front of him. Her skin glowed with a perfect light tone Her summer tan was gone. She wore an understated lipstick and light eye shadow. With her, less makeup was more. Her natural beauty needed no assistance, but she tried to improve her looks anyway. She was wearing white satin. He recognized the blouse as one he had given her a few weeks ago. She had bought a matching pleated skirt and an aqua colored scarf which she used to cover the waistline. Her straight, naturally blonde hair was tied back with a smaller, matching aqua "scrunchie." Cecelia stood with her long, shapely legs and modest heels pushed together, as if she were standing at attention, straight and ready for inspection. 

"Are you ready to begin Cecelia?" he asked. She inhaled sharply and answered with a simple nod of her head. Anthony rose from his seat and produced a long white strand of silken rope. He doubled the rope and then knelt in front of the beautiful legal secretary and quickly roped her ankles together. If she wanted to escape now she would have to hop her way to safety. Anthony rose and silently circled Cecelia, who appeared a little "unsteady on her pegs," swaying ever so slightly. Her captor stood in front of her and surveyed his prize. He avoided her eyes but focused about eighteen inches below at her chest which was hidden behind the shear white of her blouse, which was discreetly buttoned all the way to the top button. She shrugged, bringing her shoulders forward and withdrawing her bosom. 

"Come now, Cecelia, this poor posture will never do," said Anthony as he strolled over to the closet, opened the door, and withdrew several similar ropes of the same material, but different lengths. Calmly, he took her hands and, secured them at the wrists behind her back. The knots were tight but the soft material did not cut into her wrists. So long as she did not try to escape, they didn't hurt. As her shoulders were swept backward, her bosom thrust forward until it met the soft confining satin of her blouse. She was braless, of course; she knew how much Anthony liked to watch her nipples, erect and protruding through the clingy covering. She could feel the soft caress of the sheer material against her sensitive rosettes which became more and more engorged as she savored the delectable sensation of excited skin on satin. Cecelia slipped into role play.

"Don't hurt me, she half-pleaded. I...I have money over there in my pocketbook, a couple of hundred dollars at least. Just take it and untie me. I won't tell anyone; I promise." Anthony said nothing but went directly to the scarf around her waist, carefully untying it. Without speaking he stood in front of his lover tying a new knot, roughly in the middle of the long blue-green silk scarf. Slowly and purposefully stepping behind the gorgeous, bound vision in white he raised the scarf over her head and brought it down to rest just below her chin.

"Open wide, lady," he said. "I think I've heard just about enough out of you." She shook her head in refusal. Anthony responded by grabbing her hair and pulling it with just enough force to bend her head backwards. "Open," was all he said. Again she shook her head in refusal. He tugged her hair with a little more force. Eventually she complied and her mouth opened to receive the knotted gag. He tied it securely from behind and released her. She tried to speak but her renewed pleadings were unintelligible. She stopped trying. Another rope was used to further restrain her arms above the elbow, causing her chest to strain even more against her blouse. Her nipples were fully extended, large, pointed betrayers of her arousal. Anthony circled back around to the front and slowly reached out to feel the rigid points. Cecelia swooned as if she would lose her footing. She was electrified. Standing there completely at his mercy she imagined she could feel every cell in her body from head to toe. Her pussy began to throb and itch as she lubricated in anticipation of further stimulation and eventual sex.

Anthony eased Cecelia down onto a white shag rug and slowly, tantalizingly raised her matching white pleated skirt, first to mid-thigh and then to her waist revealing a crotch-less white silk thong. He reached between her legs and used his index finger to test her for readiness. She was more than ready. She moaned into her gag. "Please," she mock pleaded, "Please don't do this. I'm not that kind of woman. Let me go, please." All Anthony could hear was "Pllegh, pllegh. 

Anthony spoke quietly to the bound woman. "I told you, CC, that I was going to do some research and I did. So far as I can tell, the whole point of this kind of thing is to play close to the edge. The way I look at it, the thrill comes from the seeming possibility of genuine danger. The victim, that would be you, Cecelia, has to believe on some level that she is really in danger. This can be accomplished by a little uncharacteristically excessive force, or by some kind of surprise that upsets her view of the way things are 'supposed' to proceed. Introduce the doubt, the uncertainty, and the juices start to flow, just as your juices are flowing right now.

He continued to massage her sopping wet sex. "We've been together for ... what, four months?" In all that time you only asked me what I did for a living once. I told you that I was an art dealer, a 'modern art dealer' was what I said, I think. Would you like to see some of my art?" Let me show you. Anthony rose and went to a cabinet near the wall where a large flat screen TV was mounted. He opened the door and selected a single DVD from a stack of several dozen, slid the silver disc into the player and pushed "Play.". "I'm a film maker, Cecilia. I cater to a very special market, working only on commission. In fact, you are being filmed right now. The cameras have been rolling since we started dinner. They're hidden, of course." As she listened to Anthony's calm, deliberate description of his alleged betrayal, Cecilia's beautiful dark eyes opened wide with a combination of fright and anger. She yelled into her gag, trying to communicate with her captor, but her muffled words made no sense and besides, Anthony was no longer listening to her. Cameras, filming! What the hell was he saying? They were definitely not in the plan for the weekend, at least they were not in her plan. It was time for a time-out and CC thrashed about on the floor to signal her desire to halt the proceedings. Little did she know that at this stage in the game she was out of time-outs. She became exhausted from her efforts which, given her degree of restriction, had had a net result of exactly zero. Finally, she went limp and then drew her legs up to her chest as she assumed the fetal position, scrunching herself up like a giant blonde inchworm. 

The video began to run and Cecilia recognized the scene as the very same home in which she currently lay, skirt up over her waist, bound hand and foot, gagged, exposed and helpless. If this was a joke, it was way, way over the edge. She was as angry as she was scared, but not for long. As she lay there, eyes glued to the set, the odds on "bad joke" plummeted to absolute zero and her waking nightmare intensified. On screen she saw a young woman about her age wearing a white blouse identical to the one she was currently wearing half tip-toeing, half skipping from the main house to the outbuilding Cecilia had noticed as they drove up to the house not four hours ago. The woman's ample breasts were exposed and flopped and jiggled as she moved down the grassy path between the two structures. Her hands were bound but she was laughing, obviously under the influence of some drug or other agent. She turned and spoke to the camera flipping her long auburn locks coquettishly. "What is this, Stevie, a woodshed? It's been years since I was 'taken to the woodshed,' but you're right, Steve; I have been a naughty girl, very naughty." As she mocked and taunted her pursuer, she suddenly stopped directly outside the entrance to the "woodshed" and, in an exaggerated motion bent over at the waist and stuck her magnificent ass out behind her. "Oh, I sooo need a spanking!" Unannounced, a hand suddenly reached into the frame of view and slapped her firm, white twenty-something ass hard enough for her to semi-regret having offered it up in the first place. The big-titted captive stood up straight and pouted, pursing her lips while the disembodied hand opened the door, gesturing for her to enter. "Hey, that hurt!" she protested in mock indignation. Just as suddenly her affect did another 180 degree turn and she went back to being playful and naughty again. "Come on, Stevie, will you kiss it and make it all better?" "Maybe later, babe. Right now you have an appointment with the disciplinarian. Don't say I didn't warn you to start being a good girl, but no, you had to misbehave and now you have to pay the price. Let's go," he said as he twisted the knob to open the heavy door to the "woodshed." The beautiful young woman turned to look into the camera, lowered her brow as if to admonish her captor with a petulant look and then just turned and skipped through the darkened doorway. "Stevie" did not follow her. The same hand that had opened and held the door now closed it behind her. A quick turn of the key, a lingering shot on the closed door, a slow fade to black and the scene shifted to the interior of the building. The floor was dirt and the space was open except for a single oversized stall section with two large doors at the far end of the room. 

The "bad little girl" called out for "Stevie" to join her. He didn't. After several attempts at "teenage temptress," she dropped the act and played it straight. "C'mon, Steve, it's dark in here," she coaxed, "where are you?" No answer, silence. Suddenly the lights came on and a mechanical sound broke the awkward silence. Another camera angle shift and the enormous front gate to the stall began to rise. "It's about fuckin' time, Steve," she said as she walked over to the rising gate to investigate. Before she could get close enough to peer into the opened box an enormous snake slithered out from behind the rising shutter. A blood-curdling scream shattered the muted silence of the scene and the camera cut once again to the young woman. No play-acting this time she was screaming; "Steve! Steve!" she screamed, "Let me out please. Help! Let me out!" 




Cecilia Gets Her Wish



"No can do, Honey," was the reply. "It's feeding time." The redhead started running around desperately trying to free her hands and avoid the oncoming serpent, which was huge, several times her size with a girth that rivaled a trash barrel and a head nearly twice that size. The animal advanced on its prey, methodically cutting down the angle until the horrified victim found herself backed into a corner. Terrified, her bladder released a stream of urine which shot out in front of her forming a small pool of fluid which quickly disappeared as the dirt floor absorbed the liquid like an enormous brown paper towel, leaving only a dark stain. She quivered and shook as she squeezed herself flat against the wall and stood on her tiptoes. Her pink-nippled breasts rose and fell as she drew in the huge frantic breaths that abject terror brings. The snake, taking its time, advanced to within six feet and ever so slowly rose up as it prepared to strike and secure its meal. 

With blinding speed the enormous serpentine head shot out and struck the hapless victim in the shoulder spinning her away from the wall. Before she could gather herself together to sprint away, it struck again, this time curling its long muscular body tightly about its victim. From a distance the stunned girl looked a little like the Michelin man's wife wearing a snakeskin suit. Within moments the monster began squeezing the air and the life out of the girl. No more screams, no more haughty taunts, no more sounds of any kind came from her mouth which was frozen open in the terror of suffocation. In a couple of minutes, after a long close-up of her agony, the girl's head slumped. Almost immediately the colossal animal relaxed its grip and she fell, unconscious, to the dirt floor. As she lay motionless on the ground the animal wasted no time beginning its feeding ritual. First, it maneuvered its enormous head directly behind the hapless victim's body. Its long tongue flicked back and forth to sample the air, searching for any unusual scents and signs. There were none. 

Over a matter of five minutes or so the snake opened its now dislocated jaw and advanced towards the young woman's head. The dark red-headed beauty had regained consciousness but she lay in a disoriented heap, unable to right herself just yet. She could not see any sign of the beast which had nearly squeezed the life out of her. Soon, like a giant spatula, the snake announce its presence by wiggling its lower jaw under her head and shoulders. The mortified girl twisted and tried to roll away, screamed again and again, but was unable to do anything to extricate herself. Her bowels emptied themselves on the floor. Once the snake achieved sufficient leverage it effortlessly lifted its head and accepted gravity's assist. With her arms secured behind her back, there was little the inverted beauty could do in her defense except kick wildly. Her head slammed against the upper pallet of the inside of the snake's mouth. The stench of its breath was gross, stultifying. Seeing only by the small bit of light entering through the gap in the snake's jaws created by her own body which flopped about half in and half out of the monstrous mouth, she bent her head back and faced the rippling rhythm of peristalsis, like a conveyor belt to eternity. A quick flick of its head and her head was buried in the esophageal tube. The hapless woman continued to kick for a minute or two until she ran out of air. Then, her entire body went limp. The snake rested its jaw on the floor, knowing that from this time forward, there would be no further resistance. Before long her shoulders and then her beautiful breasts were drawn into the cavity that was the entrance to Hell. The camera did not budge as it recorded each moment, each peristaltic pull of the limp and lifeless body of the "naughty girl." Her beautiful legs were drawn, flopping and dragging through the dirt as they advanced inexorably into the reptile's open maw. Before too long she he had disappeared, feet and all. She was gone. The beast curled up for a long digestive nap. After a few more minutes, the screen went blank.

End part one.

Anthony turned to Cecilia and spoke. "That film made me $150,000, Cecilia. That's tax free American money, CC," he emphasized. Look around you; there's good money in snuff films, especially the niche fetish snuff films I make. Believe it or not there's an entire underground community of people out there who get off on watching beautiful women being eaten alive by all sorts of creatures. These folks are twisted, not totally insane. There's a difference. Some of them are exceedingly rich and are willing to indulge their fetish by commissioning my little 'art' films. And," he continued, "it's not just dirty old men either. I have several female patrons as well. They get off imagining themselves to be the victims. It has taken me half a dozen years to establish my position as a trusted member of the community. I am, of course, very discrete. I am extremely careful at every stage of the production process, from choosing my leading lady, that would be you, Cecilia, to disposing of any and all evidence which might lead to my true identity or to indicate even that a crime has been committed. My leading ladies literally just 'disappear without a trace.' Not staying in one location too long is important. Now that winter's coming, it's time for me to pack up my operation and head to warmer climates. Snakes prefer heat."

Listening to Anthony weave this incredible tale of cold-blooded serial murder, Cecilia stared up at her captor, her lover, her soon-to-be killer, dumbstruck. This was not happening, she thought to herself. Anthony carefully knelt next to Cecilia and nonchalantly stroked the inside of her milky white thigh with his left hand while he continued his monologue. The bastard even manipulated her pussy, which was still soaking wet by the way, probing inside with one and then finally two fingers. He withdrew the twin digital invaders and stuck them in his mouth, licking them clean as if he were back in his mother's kitchen and she had given him a pair of old fashioned metal egg beaters fresh from a bowl of newly made cupcake frosting. "The hardest part was finding the snake and getting him here without attracting attention," he explained. "I've had to become quite an expert on herpetology in the last few years; It's not like you can just bring a snake that big to the local veterinarian's office out of the blue, so to speak. I keep the building heated to a temperature he likes and he gets visitors like Susannah, the girl you saw in the film on a pretty regular basis. He doesn't dine exclusively on humans, but I suspect that he prefers them."

"I'm not a greedy man, CC. I could do a film a month, no problem. Demand is high, but I generally do four, sometimes five films a year, depending on how I feel. Mostly the women I film - I call them 'Happy Meals,' are carefully chosen in advance, like you were. I don't do snatch and grabs off the street- way, way too dangerous. Too many things to go wrong. Besides," he said as he slowly began unbuttoning Cecilia's white blouse from the top down, "I enjoy the chase as much as my clients enjoy the films, I suppose." 

"You would be amazed how easy it is to get women like you to trust me, literally with their lives. You guys are really suckers for a halfway decent-looking guy who is willing to sit quietly and listen. All I have to do is dress appropriately and choose the right wine at the right restaurant or the right whatever and it's over. For Susannah, it was cowboy boots, a couple of days growth, and a pick-up truck. I wrapped that entire film, from "Hello, Darlin' can I get you a beer?" to depositing the check in my offshore account in less than a month. If it makes you feel any better, CC, you took me the longest to seduce, four months, of any of my film stars to date. That damn job of yours tested my patience and made my approach more than a little bit tricky. For a while I considered throwing in the cards but, that night you confessed your secret desire to be tied up to me I knew that I was at the endgame stage with you. And now, well, here we are." 

Pure accusatory hatred flashed from her eyes as she listened to Anthony, or was it 'Steve,' explain his methods to her so nonchalantly. Adding insult to injury, he had already unbuttoned the second and third buttons of her blouse and had reached in to fondle her pendulous breasts while he spoke to her. Hefting, rolling and squeezing each massive tit like a 1920's corner butcher sizing up a piece of calf's liver or flank steak for weighing while some little old lady fished through her pocketbook for her change purse, Anthony continued his tale. "It's mostly just 'luck of the draw' as to who I invite to star in my little productions. Once I did agree to film a specific woman, but only once. One of my most trusted clients had run afoul of his second wife and was convinced that she was going to leave him, taking half his family fortune with her, a considerable sum of money I might add. So, he contacted me and asked me for a favor. In my business, well, in any business I suppose, favors are the ultimate currency. I try to stockpile as many as I can. In addition he doubled my usual fee and it was all just too much to turn down so I agreed to seduce his wife and bring her to my studio. Well," he said, "enough about me, are you ready for your close-up Cecilia?" With well-practiced ease Anthony reached behind Cecilia's head and deftly removed her aqua scarf, which had been serving as a gag.

"You fucking sick mother-fucker!" Cecilia screamed at her captor who had moved just out of range of her newly freed teeth as he allowed her to bare them. "Let me go you asshole!"

"Nice mouth," was all Anthony said in return. Then he added manner-of-factly " I suppose a blow job is out of the question."

"Oh, not at all, Shithead," CC roared in sarcastic reply, "I would just love to get you in my mouth just for old times sake. Come on over here and give it to me. Here," she said opening wide, "I'm waiting for you."

Anthony chuckled. "Somehow I think I'm gonna have to pass on this one, but, thanks for the offer. You know, been there, done that." Their eyes met and Anthony lowered his voice to a menacing undertone. "OK, CC here's the lowdown. We both know that you won't be returning to the city Sunday night. You have a date with a camera." 

"Fuck you if you think I'm going to put on a show for you and your sick fucking pervert rich asshole clients. I'll be god damned if I'm going to dance like some little marionette for you and your fucking pet snake, No way! No fucking way!" Cecilia was resolute in her defiance. Her white hot, adrenaline-fueled anger had transformed her to the point where it seemed to Anthony that at any moment steam would start coming out of her ears. She meant it and Anthony knew it, but he had played this particular scene many times before and he just stood at a safe distance, calmly taking in the show and secure in the knowledge that he held the ace of trumps already in his hand. 

He calmly laid it on the table.

"You know, CC, I'll just bet that you have what it takes to do exactly what you say, but I too am determined. Listen very carefully because you have a choice to make and if I were you I would think long and hard before voicing that choice, because you are only going to get one shot at this. Listen up and don't interrupt. One way or another, these beautiful tits, that lovely face, that magnificent ass, and that tight, soaking wet pussy are going on film tonight. I can provide you with enough tranquilizers and pain killers to make it more or less bearable, provided that you agree to act for me the way that Susannah did, or you can refuse to co-operate in which case we go to 'Plan B' which is no pills of any kind and instead of a short session with my reptilian colleague out there, you get to make your feature film debut in "Cecilia Meets the Three Stooges." Moe, Larry, and Curley, my pigs, are each well in excess of a hundred pounds and right now they are hungry as hell. They are very messy eaters, especially when they're dining together. Although I prefer to film my guests with the snake, I must inform you that no matter what movie I make, I have a client waiting to make the necessary deposit to my account. In fact," Anthony emphasized, "I have a backlog of requests for both kinds of films. You've already seen my snake in action; would you care to see a selected short film featuring three ravenous pigs and a very uncooperative and extremely penitent former cocktail waitress?"

Hearing her very limited options spelled out with such cold-blooded clarity, the formerly defiant Cecilia deflated like a punctured blow-up doll. His words held the unmistakable ring of truth about them. She had seen the video. Anthony was crazy, but in total control and she was in no position to bargain. Her head sank low, silently bobbing back and forth in the negative while the beautiful blonde vision in white, swooning like some silent movie queen, slumped backwards onto the rug. Her naturally beautiful and heavy breasts, which Anthony had recently been fondling and was now content merely to watch, bounced and jiggled like twin aspics dumped from their containers, their oscillations quickly dampening to stillness. Defeat flooded through her body as if she were taking it directly through a wide-open intravenous drip. She lifted her head, all defiance and bluster absent for the first time since her gag had been removed. Staring into his deep, brutally cold eyes, Cecilia spoke calmly and barely above a whisper. "Anthony, please, I'm sorry I said all those things to you. I was scared and angry. I'm scared to death right now. I don't know if this is some kind of elaborate ruse, a sick joke, or the real thing. All I know is that I don't want to die and I will do anything, anything to make this all go away. Please take these ropes off me. I don't want to play this game anymore. I'm exhausted.

"No game," was his curt reply.

"This can't be really happening," Cecilia sobbed. "Why did you pick me? I never did anything to you."

"Business. Nothing personal. It's what I do."

Cecilia looked up. "But, I could help you, Anthony. I know lots of pretty girls. I could help you get them. We've had great sex and it could be only the beginning. I could be anything you ever wanted, do anything you wanted. For God's sake just don't kill me, please."

"I work alone. Besides, Cecilia, we both know that what you are proposing is totally impractical, a non-starter. How could I ever trust you? It's time to choose," he said as he walked behind her supine body, stooped down hooking his arms under her armpits and lifted her to her feet. Anthony was careful not to do things too quickly. She'd been through a lot in the last hour and he needed her to cooperate if he were to get the performance he wanted from her later on. As she rose, and he could feel her standing more solidly on her own, his hands moved from the task of support to groping the helplessly bound woman's breasts which now hung heavily under their own weight. They were magnificent to the touch, truly perfect, firm yet soft and pliable. He could feel Cecilia react, more from blind hope than anything else, he imagined, hoping that this had all been an elaborate, though misguided prelude to her innocent bondage fantasy becoming real. 

Cecilia was bound and helpless with her ankles tied and her delicate hands tied behind her back, exactly as she had described her fantasy to Anthony. She was wearing white, Anthony's favorite. Her disheveled appearance, skirt askew, blouse unbuttoned nearly to the waist with her former lover holding her from behind, groping her and squeezing made her look like the heroine on the cover of a romance novel. She moaned and leaned her head backwards as her handsome but cruel captor continued to manipulate her emotions via her massive chest and erect nipples. 

"Well, CC, he whispered into her ear, have you made up your mind?"

Cecilia spoke haltingly. "Oh, Anthony, is there nothing I can say or do to get you to change your mind? I could devote my life to making you happy if you just give me a chance," she pleaded.

"You will," he replied softly, "tonight."

"There's no hope?"

"None whatsoever I'm afraid," was the reply.

"Then I choose... the snake," she said softly, "but may I make one request before you take me out to the shed?"

"Such as...?" Anthony asked as he released her breasts, putting his hands on her soft shoulders and twisting her around so that they now stood facing each other.

"I don't want to be heavily sedated yet although I would like the extra painkillers before I... before I... before the end," Cecilia asked.

"I can do that," he replied.

"That's not all, Anthony," she continued as she looked up into his eyes. "I have come to accept that I will not survive the night so I want to finish what we came here to do. I want to live out my fantasy, even if it has to end according to your plan."

"What do you mean, CC?" asked Anthony.

"I'm completely under your control, Anthony. You've been rubbing and squeezing my breasts and fingering me off and on for the last fifteen minutes. I know that this is going to sound crazy, but I need to finish the fantasy. I don't want to die horny and unfulfilled. I want you to get me off one more time before the end. Will you do that for me? If you agree, I will do my best to see to it that your customer gets his money's worth."

Anthony released her and took a step back. "What? After all this," he asked slowly shaking his head, "you still want to have sex with me?"

"No," Cecilia said, "I need you to have sex with me. Actually, I need you to take me; take me exactly how you have me, tied, helpless and under your power. It isn't too much to ask, is it? I can't believe that for all this time you've been just 'working.' Haven't you enjoyed being my lover?"

"Yes, I have, Cecilia," he earnestly replied. "You have one of the finest female bodies I have ever encountered. You are exceedingly beautiful and, to be frank, you have never looked more beautiful than you do right now, like this, except for the tears. Not matter what you may think of me and what I do for a living, I'm still a man. Why don't we sit you down in a chair? I'll get you a couple of pills; and you can take them. While we wait for them to take effect, we'll see what unfolds. He stepped into the kitchen and returned with a straight-backed chair. Carefully lowering his victim into the chair, he quickly untied and then retied Cecilia's hands, this time securing them to the sides of the chair. He went for the pills and gingerly placed two of them into Cecilia's open mouth, cautious to avoid giving her the opportunity to bite him. He'd learned to be very careful the hard way when one of his leading ladies had caught him unawares, almost losing the tip of one of the fingers on his left hand. The offending lady ended up as swine food, ripped apart screaming without the benefit of any mitigating painkillers. 

Cecilia made no such mistake, calmly swallowing one and then the other with a little water. She settled back into the chair. "I'm ready, Anthony," she said. "Do with me what you will."

"I already am, Lady," was the reply. I have you and your titties as well as that sweet pussy of yours completely under my control and if you know what's good for you you'll do what I say." Anthony had seamlessly slipped back into Cecilia's fantasy as if the revelations of the past hour had never occurred. Without missing a beat he stepped over to his trophy and firmly grabbed the chin of the disheveled blonde and drew his own face to within half a foot of the beauty. "I'm going to have a lot of fun with you, lady," he said with malice dripping from his words. With his free hand he reached down and grabbed her left tit and twisted the nipple, just hard enough to make her feel it, but not hard enough to really hurt her.




Cecilia Gets Her Wish



"No!" she cried. "Leave me alone. Get out of my house."

"I don't think so," was the short reply. "Now, are you gonna be nice or what" he asked, "because from where I'm standing your options look mighty limited?"

"No!" the woman yelled. "Get out! Don't touch me!" Anthony walked behind the beautiful captive who, secured to the chair, could merely twist and buck in response. He stooped down and retrieved the aqua colored gag. Cecilia, playing her role as well, shook her head back and forth but eventually the gag was back in place. For a few moments she continued to try to speak but eventually stopped trying. Unintelligible gurgles was all she could produce. After that she could speak only with her eyes.

Anthony knelt in front of Cecilia, untied her ankles and then lifted her from the chair. Cecilia made no attempt at defense, and stood silently. Anthony seized her long hair and pulled, forcing her head back, just roughly enough to stay in character but not hard enough to actually hurt her. Their eyes met and stayed glued to each other, sending silent messages. Hers showed fear mixed with indignation, but desire lay barely below the surface. As for Anthony, he radiated purpose and control as he reached down and jerked Cecilia's white pleated skirt down over her hips, revealing her thong and narrow hips. Still staring eye-to-eye, Anthony reached behind and fondled her spectacular, perfectly formed ass cheeks. He drew his hand back and slapped. "Spread your legs," he growled. Cecilia gave him one last gaze of indignation and acceptance and then, after a second stinging slap, complied. She moved her feet apart. "Wider!" said Anthony. She moved again. Their eyes did a slow lovers dance.

Cecilia's body quivered as he grabbed and squeezed her ass, pulling her towards him. He relaxed his hand and the now pink-hued flesh instantly resumed its former perfect shape. He moved his hand, slowly tracing a path around her hip forward until he reached the concave junction between her upper leg and her abdomen. His fingers extended as he felt the flat firmness below her belly button. His index finger inched along her soft white skin to poke into a small, fleshy hole, lingering to probe the damp confines of her navel, which was remarkably deep and moist, in a thinly disguised preview of things to come. 

He released her hair allowing her head freedom of movement. Cecilia responded by slowly bending her knees to increase the distance between her thighs, simultaneously clearing the way to her sex and signaling her submission to his control. After a minute or so he withdrew his finger from her navel and moved his hand south until he could feel the sheer material of the thong. It was wet, sopping wet. His hand glided further towards her folded tissue, gently brushing her pubic hair, which was soft and neatly trimmed around his destination until he could feel the round rigidity of her clit, which he rubbed along its flattened top. Cecilia bowed her legs even more and thrust her pelvis to meet Anthony's hand, moaning into her gag. His thumb came to rest in the valley that separated her leg from her upper torso. He cupped his four fingers together to completely cover her pubis and then slid his middle finger through the slit in her drenched crotch-less undergarment and straight into her pussy.

Cecilia bucked and cried out in ecstatic pleasure. Anthony continued to finger his captive slowly, barely moving. The slick finger retracted and then extended again and again. Cecilia swayed back and forth, impaled. As he worked her towards climax, she shook her head from side to side signaling "No, not yet!" She cried out into her gag. Anthony stopped his penetration and took a step back.

"Don't move," he commanded as he crossed the room to retrieve more pills and a hand full of additional lengths of rope. He also found a three foot length of black metal tube with eyehooks on each end and one in the middle. Placing everything on a nearby coffee table he returned to Cecilia who obediently had not moved from where she stood except to straighten her legs. He lifted her gag just enough so she could speak. I want you to take these pills, CC. One will ensure that you remain cooperative..."

"I will," she interrupted as she nodded her head in the affirmative. "I won't give you any trouble. Just don't hurt me. I'll do anything you want." Cecilia pleaded as she clung to her character, knowing that this was what she had to do to keep the awful thoughts of what awaited when the role playing was done from coming back to the front of her mind.

"Good," Anthony replied. "This other pill is to heighten your awareness. It has a mild aphrodisiacal effect, although it may not be necessary, from the looks of things. Open wide and take them both. Here's some water." Cecilia did as she was told and opened her mouth to receive the two pills. She followed with a long swallow of water and then whispered, "Please... please make it last. God, your touch makes me weak." Then she resumed her role. "What are you going to do to me you brute?"

"First," he said, "I'm going to make sure that you are secure and then I am, well, I'm going to fuck you, lady. A body like yours demands nothing less."

"No," she said, this time with less emphasis. "Don't."

"Sorry if you don't like it, but a man's gotta do what a man's gotta do," was Anthony's immediate reply. "Straighten up." Cecilia brought her legs together and came to attention. Anthony untied her hands, never letting them go, and brought them around to the front where he re-tied them, attaching each wrist to the metal tube one at each end. Her arms were now secured once again. She welcomed the back to front change of arm position. Anthony took hold of the bar at the center and started to move towards the door. "I'm going to take you out back to see what's in that little shed. If you scream or try to get away you will regret it, so don't even consider it... unless you like pain, that is." 

Cecilia hesitated, just for a moment, knowing that the warning was both real and pretend at the same time. She followed her captor, slipping back into character again. "What are you going to do to me? What's out there?" Anthony remained silent and opened the side door, guiding his nearly naked captive steadily, but not roughly, through the portal. They moved towards the outbuilding, the same path that Susannah had taken in the video. Cecilia knew where she was going and what awaited her, but the drugs had begun to act; her fear became secondary to her desire. "You're taking me in there to have your way with me aren't you?" she asked. Again, Anthony did not answer. Instead, he reached for the handle on the door to the shed. He opened it and reached inside to flick on the light. Stopping only to turn the bar sideways so it would make it through the doorway, he tugged and Cecilia was finally inside. He closed the door behind him.

Once inside, he turned to Cecilia and spoke. "You've been very good up to now, lady, just a little farther to go." He pulled his captive towards the center of the room and reached over his head to grasp a hook which was attached to a chain hoist, hanging from the rafter and then pulled the hook down to chest level. Hooking the center eye of the bar to the hoist, he stepped back and pushed a green button mounted near the light switch. The sound of rattling chains and an electric motor broke the silence. Cecilia's arms began to rise over her head, stopping a couple of feet over her shoulders so that her arms were extended, but not uncomfortably so. "Now," he said, "let's see what you have to offer."

He walked back to the beautiful blonde and examined his prize who was busy twisting from side to side, head down, pretending that she was trying to hide her nakedness from her captor's gaze. Her white satin blouse still hung from her shoulders but was wide open, secured at the bottom only by two of its seven buttons. Her beautiful tits were hanging all the way out, nipples semi-erect. In her mid-twenties, Cecilia's chest was at the height of its natural beauty, her bountiful tits hanging down spread slightly on either side of her breast bone. Cecilia's nipples were dark, much darker than the surrounding skin. Tiny goose bumps radiated out from each nipple, getting progressively smaller until they merged with the soft, light colored skin of the body of each breast. Anthony reached out with both hands and seized the fleshy mounds from beneath, simultaneously lifting and squeezing so that the nipples stuck out and stiffened. "Magnificent," he muttered as he brought his mouth over one of the nipples and began to suck rhythmically. At the same time he used his other hand to gently tweak its uncovered twin, pinching and rubbing. Cecilia stopped twisting and focused on the warm wet sensation. The drugs were working perfectly. She felt no pain at all, only desire and warmth, especially between her legs, where each sensation seemed to lead. She needed release and soon.

Anthony disengaged from her tits and reached behind, drawing a carefully folded length of rope from under his belt. He knelt down and tied it around one of her ankles and then stood up. Gently keeping the rope taut, he forced Cecilia's leg to rise to the horizontal until he tied his end off on a hook. Cecilia looked like a ballerina in mid-flight. "It's time, lady, time to give it up," he said. She was in no position to resist whatever he had in mind, but she clung to the game and begged for mercy.

"Please, please let me go. I don't want this," she pleaded.

Anthony reached between her legs from behind and said, "I don't think you're being 100% truthful. Your pussy says otherwise." Leaving his hand where it was, he used the other hand to unbuckle his jeans and in a few moments, his penis, fully erect, was in his hand. "Please, don't, for God's sake, don't do this," Cecilia begged. "At least use a condom."

Anthony chuckled. "Condom? Are you shitting me lady? I'm gonna ride you bareback and you know what? When I'm done I'm not pulling out. I'm going to fill you full. Condom?" he laughed. "Jesus Christ, you are something. I didn't bring you out here so I could do you with a damn rubber." He sidled up to Cecilia from behind and removed his hand from her sex, using her wetness to coat the head of his cock. He moved it between her legs, searching for the part that would give way to his insistent, but gentle pressure. He found the spot he was searching for and slowly pushed inwards feeling her moist labial tissue surround his penis, sliding down over his shaft, squeezing it with 360 degrees of gentle pressure.

Cecilia's mind focused like a laser beam on the sensation of being done from behind. Anthony's penis was both good-sized and long. She knew from experience that he would push all the way to the base of his shaft, and she could feel his intent as first he made sure that he wouldn't slip out and that Cecilia was balanced correctly. Then he began pumping for real, holding Cecilia by the hips as he thrust his cock in and out. "Oh my God," she exclaimed. "Ugh," she blurted when he was fully inside her. He withdrew and then re-entered. "Ugh!' she repeated, slightly lifting her balance leg and lowering herself as far as the intruding shaft would allow. Anthony picked up the pace and, after five minutes of furious pumping he felt Cecilia ready to climax. He further increased the pace trying to speed up his own climax to match hers. They came together in a shudder and Cecilia felt the warm spurt of cum flood her insides. A second squirt and then a third and a fourth quickly followed as his desire was drained. For her part, Cecilia screamed in ecstasy as her pussy contracted and squeezed her partner's swollen penis. Then, she went limp, partially dropping down as her arms straightened under her weight. Anthony withdrew and just stood there, stroking himself, anxious to milk the last sensation. Wordlessly, he walked over to the hook and untied the rope holding her leg in the air. Then her returned to the nearly naked woman hanging from the spreader bar and knelt. He refastened her ankles together. As he finished the final loop, he could see his essence draining from Cecilia's blonde pussy, tiny rivulets of off white wetness slowly meandering down the inside of her thigh. A second rope was applied to her thighs so that he legs were secured both above and below the knee. He reached up and unhooked the spreader bar from its hoist and then removed the ties from her wrists. He stepped forward, reached around with one strong arm and pulled Cecilia towards him, firmly, but with some tenderness. With the other arm he reached down and unfastened the final two buttons of her white satin blouse. Sliding the shear material from each milky white shoulder, he removed his present and the stepped back, slinging the soft satin garment over his shoulder. He then-re-tied Cecilia's thin wrists in front of her and stepped back to admire his prize, naked except for the improvised blue cleave gag which rested on her otherwise bare shoulders. "Like I said earlier, Cecilia," he said softly, "you have never looked more beautiful."

Cecilia looked into Anthony's eyes and spoke. "Anthony, that was amazing. Tell me that all this was some sort of elaborate sex game. Tell me that all that business with the snake and the woman was part of the plan to intensify this moment. Oh, my God, I'm so weak. I can barely stand."

Anthony removed the white satin blouse and calmly tore it into strips. The sheer material tore easily and before long he had worked one strip under the soft rope fastening the two ends of the white satin loop with a simple square knot. He then looped the second strip through the first satin loop forming a second loop. Finally, Anthony tied another knot to finish and then drew the two loop system up in the air and attached it to the hook and hoist. "I'm afraid not, Cecilia," he said with a disinterested, flat affect in his voice, "no game. It's time for you to fulfill your part of the bargain." He walked over to the wall and activated the hoist, lifting the woozy blonde's arms aloft, stopping only when they were fully extended. "I've done my part and I am reminding you that you have agreed to play your part for me. In a moment I'm going to turn off the lights and leave through that door. You will hear me lock it from the outside and then in a few minutes the lights will come back on. From the moment the lights come on you can assume that the cameras are running. I can open either one of two gates. Struggle, scream and put on a good show and I will release the snake and the end will be relatively swift. If you do not hold up your end, I will wait until the drugs have worn off and then release the Three Stooges. You'll be screaming then I assure you. Believe me, Cecilia, you do not want to be consumed alive by pigs."

Cecilia's eyes welled-up, her hopes dashed to pieces. She knew that further pleading was useless and that her fate had been decided four months ago when she had let Anthony strike up a conversation at the jewelry store and then buy her a drink. A kind of quiet resolution, aided by the drugs she had consumed earlier, came over her and she nodded her head to signify that she understood and would comply. Anthony reached for the gag, removed it, and then left without a word, turning off the lights and shutting and bolting the door behind him.

The darkness lasted only a few minutes. Suddenly the lights were on and Cecilia felt the hoist lift her from her feet. She fell into character and screamed. "Anthony, Anthony, please let me go! I'll do anything! Please!" She bucked back and forth like a spastic switchblade, bending at the waist and thrashing about. Her massive breasts rose and fell in wild, random gyrations, beating themselves against her upper torso. "Please, Anthony!" she wailed. "Let me down! Don't do this to me!"

Cecilia heard the sound of another hoist and knew that the giant snake was being released. Her back was to the snake pen so she could not see its steady approach and the dirt floor muffled any sound it might make. Even for a snake of such enormous size and strength, stealth was its preferred method of attack. Surprised victims gave the least amount of resistance. This time surprise was hardly necessary. Its meal was literally set out for it. One hundred thirty-five pounds of naked, thrashing human female was strung up not ten feet in front of its enormous head. It paused to study the beautiful woman as she continued to thrash about. Eventually her exertions just wore her out. First, her screams stopped. She was far too busy trying to draw in breath to use her lungs to shout out any longer. Besides, she knew that the only person who could hear her would not be coming to help her. He was the one who drew her here in the first place, expressly for the purpose of feeding her to the monster reptile.

Just then the snake struck from below, grabbing the helpless beauty's bound legs taking them in from her toes up to her calves. Stunned, Cecilia let loose a blood-curdling scream as she rose into the air, not unlike the victim of a shark attack momentarily thrown out of the water by violence from below. This attack though resulted in neither shredding nor ripping of tender flesh, but merely served to secure the victim. Cecilia, horrified, continued to scream. The momentary defeat of gravity which her sudden rise had caused allowed her to move her arms, but the satin blouse remained fixed to the hook. The snake calmly and deliberately advanced as its peristaltic throat contractions drew its victim down into the enormous tube which was the entrance to over thirty feet of digestive tract. First her knees and then her thighs entered the snake's colossal mouth. Saliva, secreted by the throat glands of the enormous reptile, coated her entire lower torso both to prevent injury to its own esophagus and to facilitate the intake as the snake swallowed its meal. Cecilia could feel the combination of muscular pressure and lubrication.

The snake continued the process of engulfing the naked meal which Anthony had provided for it. Another contraction brought her waist and lower abdomen into the mouth of the snake. She was now halfway to hell. The snake was fully ten feet into the air, about at the limit of its ability to oppose gravity. Slowly, with Cecilia half-in and half out of its mouth the snake allowed itself to settle back towards the earthen floor below. Cecilia could feel the added weight in her shoulders as her arms stretched straight out and threatened to separate from their sockets. The satin blouse was no match for the combined weight pulling directly towards the center of the earth and ripped, simultaneously separating snake and victim from the hoist. Cecilia fell to the ground with a thud, face-down. The force of the fall drove her breasts into the dirt and blasted the air from her lungs. Her head hit the dirty floor an instant later, further stunning the hapless woman and filling her mouth with dusty dirt. Before she could further assess the damage, she was drawn still further into the snake. Her beautiful breasts were smeared with dirt and she could feel the rasping effect of the ground on the tender skin of her nipples, which no longer served as pleasure centers, but now sent waves of pain and discomfort into her already flooded neural pathways. She couldn't decide what to do next, not that it mattered. She had no options. Her arms were stretched out and tied at the wrists; she was face down in the dirt; and she was up to her waist in the mouth of a woman-eating snake as big as an SUV.

Another jerk backwards and Cecilia's breasts, her big, beautiful breasts, were drawn deep into the serpent's mouth. Her broad shoulders were just wide enough to give the creature pause while it adjusted its orientation to its prey. The minute or so it took for the snake to adjust gave Cecilia time to order her thoughts, her last thoughts on this earth. It was a difficult task considering the drugs in her system and the pain in her head, but, instead of picturing her childhood, or her parents, Cecilia pictured her last session with Anthony. Her mind drifted back to Anthony, her killer, screwing her while she hung helplessly from the spreader bar, one leg up in the air and balancing on her toes. Her loins moistened anew as she remembered the moment when she was filled with her lover's cum and her body released again, making her shudder and shake her head back and forth. At that moment the snake's jaw cleared her shoulders and with one final immense contraction, Cecelia shot backwards into the darkness. She passed out. Another series of shorter rhythmic contractions drew her arms and hands into the snake's throat. With her airway blocked, she suffocated in a minute or so, her young life at an end. The snake coiled itself up to start the digestion process, just as it had dozens of times before.




Cecilia Just Had To Have It



I always considered myself fortunate to have a fabulous wife. Cecelia is a 32 year old feisty redhead all of 4-10 tall and 85 pounds with a tight hard little body and incredible 32D chest. At 33 and being 5-7 tall and 155 pounds she was more than enough woman for me. 

One night we were at a party and one of my buddies from work introduced one of his friends who just so happened to be an old boyfriend of Cecelia's from college. I was always surprised they went out because Austin is a black guy with a shaved head and stands 6-3 tall and weighs a good 200 pounds. Just about the same as my buddy Jordan. 

The party wound down pretty early and we invited Austin and Jordan over to our place to have some drinks. The guys were in the family room while Cecelia and I got some things in the kitchen and she brought the first batch out ahead of me. I stopped to go to the bathroom before bringing the tray of stuff I had and really didn't believe what I came upon.

Austin's pants were open and my dear wife was sitting on his thigh and stroking his rather large cock with one hand. I think I was too stunned to speak but Jordan saw me and said, "Hey man one innocent comment about, how well they used to get along just accelerated."

My wife saw my glazed stare and said, "Oh Roger it's been ages since I had the pleasure of a monster cock and I'm sorry but I just had to go for it." 

Austin just sighed and said, "She does love the big meat Roger and I didn't want to deny her."

I still had no response but Jordan filled the silence saying, "Then you better prepare yourself for some more big action Cecelia because I've got what you're looking for."

Cecelia smiled wide and replied, "Don't tease a girl Jordan."

"Stretch a girl maybe but it's no tease." He answered. 

At that point Cecelia had Austin's thick black cock at its' full 10 1/2 inches and just about dove at it taking the huge head between her lips. He just tilted his head back and said, "Oh how I missed you Cecelia, the little redheaded firecracker with the bottomless throat."

I know the enthusiasm my wife has for sucking cock but hearing Austin I started imagining what kind of talent she had displayed in college. There didn't seem to be any point to objecting since my wife had repositioned herself to lay across Austin's thigh and was already sucking his dick. 

So when Jordan moved behind her and helped Cecelia out of her skirt and panties I just watched as he slipped his hand between her legs Jordan exclaimed, "Damn a bald beaver, girl you are a treat."

I watched as Jordan slipped two long fingers into that sweet bald pussy my wife and I shaved just last week while Cecelia was now swallowing a good 7 inches of Austin's hard cock. Since my own cock was getting hard watching my wife servicing and getting serviced by two tall bald black studs I knew Jordan was probably getting what he told her she was in for just as hard. I sat down in the chair with a prime view of the couch. 

As Cecelia was gyrating her hips and getting off on Jordan's handiwork I was damn impressed when I saw her lips touch Austin's body and she swallowed every bit of his big dick. That impressive move complete Cecelia began bobbing her head up and down sliding the shaft of Austin's long dong between her lips.

As Cecelia must have felt Austin was ready to cum she stopped bobbing her head up and down and held just the head of his dick in her mouth and emphasizing how long the thick shaft is jerked Austin off with both hands. That was all he could take and with a groan filled my wife's mouth with a considerable load of cum that swelled her cheeks and she somehow swallowed. 

Cecelia came up for air with some cum on her chin and a smile even bigger than Austin was showing. She then looked over at Jordan and without a word he stood up and grabbed his crotch. My wife reached out and tugged at the waistband of his pants and said, "Let's see what you're bragging about."

Jordan dropped his pants then sat back down on the couch next to Austin and proved he wasn't lying, His cock was pointing up and it was as promised, 11 thick inches. Cecelia turned and saw a smiling Jordan and yelled, "Fuck you weren't bullshitting. Don't move because I want to mount that horse."

With that my petite wife climbed up on the couch straddling my buddy and slowly lowered herself down to have the head of his big dick split her pussy lips. It was one of the most incredible things I've ever seen, Jordan's thick black cock sliding into my wife's shaved snatch. The contrast between her fair skin and his ebony dick was mesmerizing. I couldn't turn away even if I had wanted to.

Jordan held Cecelia by her hips to steady her and let her set the pace as she took more and more of his monster dick in her snatch as she worked her legs. Jordan had his face buried between Cecelia's tits as my wife had her arms around his head while riding more of his big dick.

As Cecelia's sweet ass was bouncing off Jordan's tight thighs she was pumping in all 11 inches as she pounded down on top of him. Jordan had his big hands full holding Cecelia in place. Finally Jordan leaned his head back and shot his load. Cecelia leaned forward against Jordan's body then slide back letting his dick exit her pussy.

Jordan put his hands under Cecelia's arms and lifted her off of his body and set her down next to him on the couch. Austin reached over and slapped Jordan on the thigh and said, "Damn she took everything you had."

"Don't I know it" he responded, "I could use some water to refill the tank for the next turn."

Austin agreed and as they both got to their feet Austin said, "Hell Roger she's still on fire, stick it to her big boy."

True Cecelia, with her eyes closed and a big grin, looked like she was ready for more and my 7 inch dick was good to go having seen her performance. So I dropped my pants, tossed my shirt aside and got down between my wife's legs. I gave her a kiss and roughly squeezed her tits and when she saw it was me said, "Oh Roger I love you now give it to me like you know I need it."

That was my intention so I poked my dick into my wife's sweet snatch. She was so wet and stretched I slid more than halfway on the first push and the rest went in on the second. Then I just pumped my dick into Cecelia with everything I had, driving her hard little butt into the couch. Cecelia put her arms around my neck and drew her chest up towards me as I had my hands braced next her shoulders. 

I noticed the guys had returned and sat down on the arms of the couch to watch me fuck my wife but I didn't pay them much mind. It's hard to say who was having a better time, my wife or me. Cecelia was humping her ass off the couch and I was just pounding away at her wet well fucked pussy.

When Cecelia swung her legs around my waist locking us tightly together that was all I could take and I slid my arms under her to hug her tight and shot my load buried to balls inside her. We stayed molded together for a few minutes just sweating and kissing very satisfied and enjoyed the moment oblivious to the two black studs who had previously fucked my wife.

Cecelia just sighed as I rolled off of her and got to my feet then with her eyes closed and a very satisfied smile curled up facing the back of the couch. I figured she needed a break so I went to the bathroom to splash some water on my face and get a drink. 

As I came back into the room after getting a drink my wife passed me on her way to the bathroom. She tugged my dick and said, "Nailed the old lady good and hard. And thank you Roger this is great." 

Austin was standing alone, drinking a glass of water and I could see him from the side, his semi stiff cock hanging in front of his body. I found myself staring, I have never thought of having anything to do with another man's cock before but having seen how my wife went at both of the guys I have to admit I was intrigued being in the presence of two long black dongs. 

So I came up behind Austin and for whatever reason taking a deep breath I reached around his body with both arms and took his dick in both my hands. Austin was caught off guard but quickly relaxed, his semi hard member throbbed as I wrapped my hands around it and I could feel it getting harder and bigger. I could only enjoy the sensation as even with my hands being bigger than Cecelia's I could really slide them both up and down the thick shaft.

Enthralled with the feeling of Austin's big dick in my hand I didn't know if I wanted to suck it or have him fuck me in the ass with it, but I was just enjoying experiencing it. So much so that I barely moved when Jordan came up behind me and reached around to take my dick in his big left hand.

"Here Roger you're being such a gracious host allow me to show some appreciation." Said Jordan, then he slipped his obviously semi hard cock lengthwise between my butt cheeks. 

Oh God I couldn't believe how massive his cock felt wedged in my ass crack but I now thought I had no desire to have anything of that size stuck in my ass whether either guy had that notion or not. Fortunately I wasn't sandwiched between these two big black studs too long before Cecelia returned.

She saw us and said, "Damn you boys are like a triple dip ice cream cone, and I'm hot and hungry so serve it up."

Jordan slapped me on the ass and said, "Well if you'll excuse us Roger the wife is ready for more. Little Red I think we should give you a double scooper."

Then he pulled Austin by the shoulder and whispered something to him heading towards my wife. I didn't know what they had in mind but I knew Cecelia would want it and I was eager to watch.

As Jordan stood in from of my wife Austin stood behind Cecelia and whispered something in her ear. She stepped on the small table next to her and bent forward taking my buddy's dick in her mouth. Cecelia steadied herself as she slid half of it between her lips and braced her hands on his hips. Jordan then put his hands under her shoulders. 

Seeing this Austin held Cecelia by her hips then spread his legs wide enough for him to push his cock into her pussy. Jordan and Austin looked at each other making sure they had my wife set safely in their grasp then amazed the fuck out of me.

With some precision after Austin pushed his cock deeper into Cecelia's snatch they lifted her and began to rotate her tiny body clockwise, while she was impaled on both ends by their thick black cocks. I stood with a stiff dick and my jaw wide open as they rotisseried my hot little red headed wife, pausing to check their grip at quarter turn then continuing until she was face up between them. 

Austin and Jordan, impressed with their feat, had the biggest grins on their faces and I'm sure my wife would have smiled widely or screamed if she didn't have a good 7 inches of dick in her mouth. As it was I was only able to watch in stunned silence as they continued to roll my wife the full rotation, their dicks remaining in her all the way around. 

That awesome demonstration complete, Austin set Cecelia's feet back on the table and proceeded to pound his dick deep in her pussy while my wife steadied herself with her hands on Jordan's hips while he held her head firmly and face fucker her. It didn't take long before both guys emptied huge loads on either end of my cock hungry wife. 

Jordan stepped back and I could see Austin wasn't too steady on his feet holding Cecelia up so I moved in to hold up my wife. Austin stepped back and said, "That was the most awesome fucking thing I've ever done."

Jordan gave him two thumbs up and said, "Damn straight. I need to get something to drink." And they headed to the kitchen. 

Holding up my well fucked wife in my arms it seemed she had the fuck of her life but since my dick was rock hard I figured she could go one more time. So I laid her face down over the arm of the sofa so her feet were dangling off the floor and lined up behind her. 

Cecelia just moaned as I spread her legs and pushed my cock into her pussy. After the evening she had had my wife's pussy was well stretched and even more well lubricated and I instantly pushed my cock all the way in. So with a hand on each of her hips I began fucking her hard, slamming against her tight little ass. 

I continued fucking my wife unaware that Jordan and Austin had gotten dressed and were preparing to leave. Austin slapped me on the ass and said, "Hey Roger it was great but we're heading out. If Little Red ever needs us just let us know."

They left and after I held Cecelia by the hips and came again I gently rolled her onto the couch where she moaned softly and fell asleep. I laid next to her worn out ss well.

In the morning Cecelia thanked me for the previous night. We talked about if she would want a repeat performance. She said being a one shot deal made it more special. But I'm not so sure she won't want to go big and black again once she replays what happened in her mind. I'm also unsure if I want to get more involved with Jordan and Austin than I was.



Cecilia



Cecilia shed her skimpy wedding dress and pounced on her frightened husband, gripping at his manhood through his breeches with a hunger he'd never thought imaginable. The King's eyes spread wide and he trembled under her touch. The hot little nun unfastened his pants and extracted his flaccid member. She began to suck it with a flourish, swirling her tongue around the head and delicately nibbling on the foreskin. She continued in this manner for a full five minutes, the King's hot hunk of meat trembling with unholy desire as his wife-once-nun continued to pleasure him. "The King crossed himself and mumbled a prayer in a ragged whisper, his cock positively quaking in Cecilia's mouth. 

"Oh no, I can't!" the King moaned, his cock pulsing and twitching in impending climax. He yanked his member out of his wife's mouth in a panic. It was of course too late to stop his orgasm, and the moment his trembling cock was out of Cecilia's mouth, it gave one last massive pulse and shot cum onto his wife's sweet brown eyes. 

The cum stung so terribly that Cecilia almost cried, but she wanted to impress her mother, so she knelt down and began to clean the King's softening cock with her tongue. 

The King squealed and crawled backwards, acting as though his wife was making an attempt at his life, rather than sucking the remaining cum off his cock. 

"Don't touch me, don't touch me! I'll lose control again! Please, keep away! You're my wife! I'm your King, you've got to obey me!" He was shaking all over, and Cecilia actually felt sorry for him. She'd never been afraid of sex. When she was little, she saw her parents fucking like bunnies in heat on the bed next to her, and from that moment on, she knew she loved to fuck. So she couldn't understand her husband's fear, but she did ever so desperately want to share her love of sex with him. She squeezed her breasts with her hands, loving the way they ached pleasantly when she touched them, her nipples so hard they felt like they might explode if someone touched them. It was like hot needles were poking at them, even now when they were not. Cecilia stuffed her index and middle fingers into her damp pussy, thrusting them in and out, enjoying the feeling of herself. Her pussy muscles clutched at her fingers, desperate to have something to grab on to. Her pussy throbbed with desire of being filled with a really big cock and drooled with anticipation. Cecilia watched her terrified husband who was beginning to cry a foot away from her on the slime-trailed mattress. Her fingers pulsed wildly in and out and she got hornier and hornier as she watched the King's tear-streaked face. She felt a familiar sweet tingling in her loins that meant she was about to have an orgasm, probably just a little one, since there wasn't very much to stimulate her, just the fingers. But she was wrong. When the orgasm came, it was an all-consuming shock wave of pleasure that ravaged her desperate body, causing her to convulse uncontrollably as though she was possessed by the Devil herself. As she twitched and thrashed about in orgasm, she never once lost sight of her husband, who had abandoned his tears to stare at her open-mouthed. She rubbed her clit with her palm, and little aftershocks of intense pleasure coursed through her, slowly and then more quickly. Finally, after probably a hundred orgasms, she fell asleep in the King's bed, her hand still pressed against her pussy. 

It was dark when she awoke in the King's bed, feeling very sore and wet. Only then had she realized that she had been asleep. The sheets have been cleaned, and someone had been nice enough to tuck her in. She heard the King's voice and realized that her husband was standing in a corner, talking to the priest. 

"You wouldn't believe it! It was completely unnatural. Witchcraft! That's what it was. And here I thought she was a woman of God, and all this time she was mistress to the Devil!" The King said, clutching his face in horror, his voice rather affected. 

"I wish," Cecilia thought, dreamily remembering how hot Lucifer was in her tight red leather bondage outfit, how her large breasts swayed as she moved and how suckable her large, hard nipples looked against the coarse fabric. She licked her lips, savoring the memory, as her own nipples hardened and her pussy began to ache again. 

"She always was a wicked girl," the priest concurred. "She led me to temptation more times than I'm comfortable to admit or to count. My own transgressions are between me and God. But this child is shameless. She doesn't know how to atone for her sins." 

"I'm going to go away on a dragon-hunting trip," the King continued, addressing both the priest and a servant, who had a huge erect cock and was standing in the shadows. "And while I'm away, I want you to collect evidence against her and have her burned at the stake as a witch. No, I don't want to watch!" he added, absently stroking his cock through his pants as he spoke. "What do you think I am, some sort of sadist?! My wife is evil! An unrepentant sinner!" The priest nodded somberly, a noticeable lump forming under his robes. "Just have the whole mess cleaned up before I get back in a fortnight, and all will be well," the King said, quitting the room and closing the door quietly. 

"Shit!" Cecilia thought. "What the hell am I supposed to do? My husband is some sort of a perverted psychopath. He's probably holding a grudge because I made him spill his load on his fancy bed sheet, and now he's calling me a witch. What was I thinking, marrying that filthy son of a bitch?" She remembered the sweet taste of the Queen Mother's pussy and moaned. Her velvety interior was paradise. The Priest, hearing her moan, looked towards the bed suspiciously, and the nun pretended to sleep. 

"You know, it would be a shame to let such a hot sinner get burned without taking first advantage of her a few times," the priest said, pulling his hard cock out and slapping it against his palm. 

The servant moaned his agreement, pulling an even larger cock out of his pants and approaching the bed. Cecilia's whole body ached to be fucked. Her sore pussy, already soaked, became even more wet and desperate. It took all her willpower to keep from rubbing herself against the rich bedspread, but she didn't want the men to know that she was awake and heard their conversation with the King. It could mean her life! And Cecilia wasn't ready to die yet. There were so many more men, women and satyrs she needed to fuck first. 

The priest pulled the bedsheets down, carefully trying hard not to wake the young bride, his hot breath making the skin of her neck crawl. His already hard cock grew almost unnaturally hard so that it resembled a stuffed sausage. He signed heavily as the sheet was removed to reveal the nun's naked body. The cold air was shocking to Cecilia's warm skin, and the sudden sensation was almost enough to make her come. The servant climbed into bed next to the priest and tenderly began stroking the girl's hair. The priest reached down between her legs and began stroking her eager pussy. Cecilia gasped, almost forgetting to feign sleep. 

"God damn it, she's so fucking wet!" the Priest moaned, rubbing his hard cock against her thigh. 

"Yes, and so beautiful," the servant agreed. "She has such lovely hair. It's so fine and silky." 

"To hell with her hair!" The priest exclaimed, and then quickly covered his mouth, hoping not to wake the sleeping beauty. "She's got great tits," he added in a quieter voice. "And damn, that luscious pussy, it's worth being damned to Hell for!" 

Hell, thought Cecilia, was a place ruled by the dark angel Lucifer. She'd learned as a little girl that she didn't want to go to Hell because it was full of pain and suffering. But by now, that unpleasant image had been eroded by the memory of Devil in tight leather rescuing her roommate Maria from the dungeon and having lots of hot sex in the process. She wished she could be with Lucifer too, instead of being married to a stupid limp-cock King who thought she was a witch. 

The priest pressed his cock to the opening of her hungry pussy. He paused silently and looked up at the ceiling as though in prayer, and then he dove into her. His hand guided his overinflated cock deep into the nun's velvety interior. He pushed in and out slowly and quietly, his member knocking hard against Cecilia's cervix with every thrust. Cecilia screwed her face up to keep herself from crying out as the priest ravaged her. The servant was still running his fingers through her brown curls. 

As the priest continued to slowly ease his way in and out of her damp hole, Cecilia began to realize that it was no longer the servant's hands that were running through her hair. It was his cock. He was rubbing himself against the silky strands, using her hair as through it was a pussy. No one had ever done that to Cecilia before, and she was intrigued. Yet another way to get a guy off. How interesting! She filed it in the back of her head for future reference and continued to feign sleep. 

Cecilia was so horny that the priest's cock in her, which seemed to push deeper and deeper with every quickening thrust, was too much for her and she felt her body convulse in orgasm. She remained quiet, her head against the pillow, fighting to appear to sleep while her body tingled with pleasure. The servant came explosively, covering every inch of her beautiful hair with sticky cum. Cecilia was so aroused that the heat of the cum on her head made her have yet another orgasm, and she bit her lip to keep herself from crying out. 

Several minutes later, the priest came, filling her lovely pussy with spurt after spurt of cum. And then, the two men left, quietly chuckling to themselves at the unwitnessed sin they had committed. The cum ran down Cecilia's legs and hair along with her sweet juices, soiling the King's bed beyond any repair. 

In the morning, the same servant came to tell the nun-now-queen that her husband had left on a hunting trip in the South and wouldn't be back for a fortnight. Cecilia grabbed the messenger by the balls and threw him into the King's bed. She pulled his cock out of his pants, and having quickly sucked him to hardness, proceeded to fuck his brains out. The servant moaned and writhed, happy to be used by such a hot woman and even though he had climaxed only hours ago, he came quickly, once again filling the nun's pussy with more seed than it could hold. Cecilia sighed as the servant left, reaching between her legs to extract a glob of cum. She stretched her fingers apart, watching the cum stretch out into a fine thread and break and slide down between her fingers. 

When she got out of bed, Cecilia realized that there was a tub of hot water waiting for her, and she climbed in the tub, enjoying the feel of the heat on her skin. She slowly rubbed the soap into herself, enjoying the way it made her hands slide along her body. She dove under the water to wash the cum out of her hair and rubbed scented oils into her scalp. She dried herself off with a large fluffy towel, downed a light silk dress and walked to the Queen-Mother's chambers for someone to talk to. She figured that if there was anyone who would help her get away from her horrible husband, it would be his mother. 

The Queen was having hot sex with a blond nymph Cecilia knew by face and pussy, but never heard the name of. They were eating each other's pussies as the nun approached, and Cecilia began to finger her ever-hungry pussy as she watched them slurping each other's juices. 

Finally they all came, and Cecilia was able to get the Queen Mother's attention by putting three of her fingers into the older woman's ass. 

"Oh, Cecilia! What do you want, dear?" The Queen said, licking the last of the nymph's juices off her lovely face. Cecilia eyed the nymph, slightly reluctant to discuss the matter in front of a stranger. The Queen-Mother, taking the nun's silence as desire to have a turn with the nymph, began the introduction. "You remember Gretel, Cecilia? You met her at the castle orgy a week ago. Did you hear the King went out hunting? Now we get to have fun again!" 

"Oh I wish it were so!" Cecilia cried, and told the Queen of her son's mischief. 

"Oh, so that's why the priest was searching your room this morning! I thought it was a little suspicious," the Queen Mother said. "A servant told me he had found two dildos and a soiled crucifix underneath the floorboards below your old bed. I didn't think much of it at the time. But now I see that he must be up to no good!" 

"Oh! He must be collecting evidence to make me look like the servant of the Devil so that the King can burn me at the stake!" 

"The bastard!" The Queen exclaimed, referring to the King. She stood up suddenly, her large bare breasts swaying with the motion. "I knew I should have had him drowned! I didn't know he'd go this far to protect his prudishness!" She reached out and embraced Cecilia, her breast rubbing against the nun's. Cecilia gasped at the pleasantness of the sensation, her nipples at once getting stone hard. For a moment, she forgot all about her problems in her Queen's arms, but then her trance was broken by Gretel's eager voice. 

"We must hide her, to be sure!" Gretel explained. "We cannot let the King kill such a hot slut! It would be a disastrous waste!" 

"Yes. Let us send a note to King's hunting party, claiming that his wife died of a mysterious disease contracted from satyrs!" the Queen said with a laugh. "I bet he would believe that!" 

"But what about the body? He'd probably want to see it?" Gretel said, licking the nun's hard nipples tentatively. 

"We'll just say that we had to burn in order not to risk infection!" The Queen said, thinking quickly. She didn't realize it, but she was stroking her crotch meditatively while she spoke. 

"Are you sure he won't come looking for me?" Cecilia asked, a little panicked. She'd never had a husband try to have her killed before. Gretel sucked on her breast to comfort her. 

"I'm sure he won't, honey," the Queen said, cupping the nun's free breast sympathetically. "He's never been very sentimental." 

"Only mental," Gretel said, frigging herself while she continued to suck on Cecilia's right nipple. 

"I know of a cabin in the woods. It belongs to my old girlfriend who became a nymph when I was engaged to be married." The Queen said seriously. "I'm pretty sure it's abandoned now. Gretel, do you know which one I'm talking about?" 

The Nymph nodded. "I think so." 

"Are you telling me you want me to hide alone in the forest?!" Cecilia asked in a panic. "That doesn't sound like much fun! Who am I going to fuck? It's going to be so lonely!" 

"Don't worry, I'll tell the Nymph Queen where you live so there will always be someone or other there to fuck you," Gretel said, running her tongue down Cecilia's stomach and between her legs. 

And all of them, at once satisfied with the plan, settled down and began eating each other's pussies. 

The next day, Cecilia gave the Queen a passionate kiss that had more tongue in it than was necessary. Then the two parted, the nymph taking the nervous nun by the hand to lead her into the woods. 

The two of them, nymph and nun, both being of course total sluts, made constant stops along that way to fuck each other with fallen branches, to eat each other's pussies, or to frig themselves or periodically blow a wandering satyr or centaur. It was nearly two days before they reached the cottage. They then decided to christen it, so they fucked on every square inch of the floor as well as on the straw mattress in the corner and upon the kitchen table. 

Cecilia liked her cottage. Like Gretel said, there were many visiting satyrs, who often arrived in groups of ten or more, carrying some offering of food and sporting enormous erections. But still she wasn't happy. She missed her friend Maria. And she missed the Devil. They were probably off in Hell having some sort of kinky adventure without her, while she was stuck in a cottage in the woods, with only several flocks of nymphs or satyrs a day to fuck. It made her jealous. 

For three months straight, she prayed for the devil to come and take her away to be her sex toy. She found a book of sex magic and practiced every ritual, sometimes keeping herself on the edge of orgasm for a whole three days! But every night, when she laid her head down on the straw mattress, she knew her prayers were pointless, she wasn't good enough to be fucked by the Devil. 

She became more frantic. She drew pentagrams in goat blood and satyr cum over every inch of her cottage, but still the Devil did not come. 

She burned candles made out of human fat while masturbating. She became so obsessed she hardly ever fucked in anything but the kinkiest fashion. Satires that appeared with anything but dark magic items were turned away from her doorstep. She wasted away, not eating anything, always chanting some dark incantation, or trying to find some new sin to try. 

Finally one night, Cecilia saw what she thought was a puff of red smoke and was suddenly wide awake. The Devil was there, holding a naked Maria on a leash. 

"Sorry I didn't come sooner," Lucifer said with a sad grin. "I forgot my cell phone in my other pair of pants." They kissed passionately, the Devil kneeling so that the nun was tall enough to reach her lips. And together, they descended into the abyss. 



Cecillia



Cecilia was a six-foot tall naked, alabaster, raven-haired apparition on a mission. The wet sand was cold on her bare feet but fire burned in her heart and soul. The moon cast a quicksilver band across the dark black water of the ocean. The sea mist was starting to rise this few minutes after midnight, adding a surreal feeling to the whole scene.

Captain Jonathan Porter appeared out of the mist, walking toward Cecilia. His sailor's tan looked odd, as he was as naked as she. His arm, face and neck were darkly tanned and the rest as white as she. At six foot five inches, his heavily muscled chest, neck, arms, and legs made him look massive.

Cecilia felt her heart skip a beat and then beat faster. She felt the urge to run to him but the smile on his face made her smile back and keep her pace. This was the only man she had ever loved and now they would be together for always. There was no reason to hurry.

She stopped a few feet from him and looked up into his loving hazel eyes, eyes that lit her body on fire with desire. She gasped loudly as he gather her into his massive arms and crushed her to his chest. She could feel her nipples harden against him. Fire raced along her veins and excitement filled her mind. 

Her arms snaked around his neck as her legs came up and wrapped around his waist. For the first time in ages she felt the heat in her sex ignite as it pressed tightly to the upper half of his hot, hard manhood. His kiss was rough and passionate as their lips met. Flames licked at her soul, hunger filled her body and mind.

The kiss was a burning beacon in the night that blazed even higher as his hands caressed her back and ended cupping her ass tightly. She moaned into his warm mouth, her tongue dueling even more fiercely with his. His hands lifted her higher as the burning love flowed between them.

He lowered her slowly. The head of his manhood nudged against her burning opening and slowly squeezed inside its tightness. Cecelia heard herself yell as fireworks blinded her. She arched her back and broke the kiss as she slipped lower, impaling herself even more. 

Memories from the past flooded her brain and she cried out with the intense pleasure and the slight pain. A little pain was to be expected, it had been so very long since the last time, she realized.

The Captain slowly lifted and then lowered her, probing her depths a little deeper each time. Cecelia was in another world, a world she hadn't seen for a long while. Even in this other world, she was pleased at the gentle touch and forethought of this giant man. 

Their act would be consummated but he would make sure she wasn't hurt, and that she had all the pleasure nature allowed and then some. Cecilia writhed and moaned as he stretched her sheath to new limits, the pleasure mixed with a little pain. Just like life was a mixture of those two elements, so was love. 

Life has to have two sides or it isn't worth living. Pleasure pain, love hate, life death, all have two sides to the same coin. One cannot exist without the other. Just like she and the Captain couldn't exist without each other. They were the two sides of their coin of love, the male and female, the land and the sea.

Tonight was the reunion and marriage of the two sides. The final act would be complete. All ties and binds would be broken. The two would become one again. Cecelia gave a little shiver of apprehension at what the future might hold but a full feeling drowned that out as she realized the Captain had stopped moving. She was fully impaled on his manhood. 

Tears of joy streamed down her face as she kissed this man she had missed for so long and so deeply. She kissed his face, his eyes, his nose, and finally his lips. When his mouth opened and her tongue was on his, the circuit was completed and lit the fuse of their passion. 

She felt her sex clamp down as he lifted her. Fear raised its head momentarily as she felt her core being emptied out and then it was gone as he dropped her back down and she was filled with him. The blaze was lit; there was no turning back now, even if she had wanted to. She gave herself to him to do with as he would. She gave herself over to her rising passion and the lust for him that filled her.

Cecelia's body burned as the Captain took her to new heights, as he emptied and filled her time and time again. The pain was gone; it was replaced by pure pleasure and soulful joy. Her body once again writhed and arched, trying to help and to spur him on. She yelled her cries of ecstasy into the building wind. 

At the apex, the Captain ceased moving, planted as deep as he could possibly get. Cecelia held him tightly in her embrace and kissed him deeply as she felt him swell inside her. The burning blast of his seed took her by surprise and filled her with bliss. 

Her orgasm burst with its own power and added fuel to the fire. The both went up in flames, a bonfire for the ages. Their love united and ignited as one.

*****

At the Seaside Retirement Home, Greta from housekeeping was making the bed as the head nurse packed the few clothes and belongings in the room. "Wasn't Miss Cecelia married to a ship's captain?" Greta asked as she watched the Nurse pack a framed picture away.

"Yes, I believe she was," the head nurse replied. "A Captain Jonathan Porter, if my memory serves me. That's him in the picture."

"Jonathan Porter? That was the name of the ship that was on the news this morning." 

"I haven't seen the news today but, yes, there is a ship by the same name. It's a cruise ship. I took a vacation on it earlier in the year." 

"It nearly ran aground last night on the rocks off the point," Greta said. 

The nurse paused and frowned. "I wonder how that happened. Those new ships have all kinds of radar and satellite tracking and computer navigation. The Captain took us on a tour of the ship's bridge when I was aboard. I'd never in my life seen so many electronics in one place."

"The news said something about a navigational computer error. It also said there were, like, fifteen hundred people on board. It's a wonder they weren't all killed."

"If the computer was down, how did they miss the rocks?"

"That's the strange part. Several of the crew saw a bonfire on the beach. They said it lit up the whole point."

"Why is that odd?" the head nurse asked.

"That point is right out there," Greta said, pointing out the room's only window. "It's a bird sanctuary and closed to the public. No one's supposed to be out there at anytime, much less at night with a bonfire burning."

"Probably just some kids out partying."

"The caretaker of the place said there wasn't anyone out there last night and he couldn't find any sign of a fire on the beach," Greta replied.

She paused for a second and then added, "He did report finding an old style Captain's cap." The head nurse stopped what she was doing to look at Greta for a moment. She felt an eerie chill run up and down her spine.

"That is odd," the head nurse said as she closed the last box, shaking off the feeling. She looked at the three small boxes and sighed. "This isn't much for ninety-three years of living."

Greta smiled and shook her head. "Miss Cecilia never did like clothes. Right up to the end she was trying to shed them."

*****

At the age of ninety-three, Cecelia Porter died at one minute before midnight on the night of the incident. Her husband had drowned when his ship capsized along that same stretch of beach and rocks fifty years earlier.

Love does conquer all, even after death. 



Cecil's Sideshow



I couldn't believe my eyes!! There before me in Syd's was a water slide... but not just any waterslide. This one had to be created by a maniac! It had twirls, it had bumps, it had a loop-the-loop. And it had a straightaway that looked like a Nascar track! In other words... it looked like FUN!!!!! 

But no one was on it. I looked around and the Tub was full; why wasn't anyone playing? I walked over to my hammock, disrobed and laid back and watched. Nope- no one was even approaching it. Maybe the height had something to do with it; the ladder seemed like it went up two stories.

I saw Cecil across the room telling some other's he had created this monstrosity, but no one was really riding it. Well, I could hardly resist! I went to Cecil and asked if he'd ride with me; you know... me sitting astride him and anchoring myself on his penis as we hit the water together in the middle of an incredible orgasm!!

Well, Cecil wasn't too crazy about the idea, so he offered another in it's place. He would get in the Tub and float and I would ride and land strategically on him! Woohooooo! Sounded good to me!

So up I went, climbing so high I was getting short of breath. When I got to the top and looked down everyone looked like ...well, not ants, but little tiny people. I saw Cecil dive into the Tub, and I hollered, "Ready?" He nodded and I sat and pushed off.

Well it was slow going at first, but not for long! The tiny jets squirting out the sides of the chute made the ride seem like polished glass. I laid back, stretching my arms above my head and my legs straight out in front of me. I felt like a bullet! It was a gentle downward slope at first; with the JukeBox turned full blast and the disco ball on the ceiling I felt like I was on acid! But then things started to heat up! I immediately went into a corkscrew turn that made my head spin! When I came out of that I shot straight up and into a hairpin curve that left me breathless!

I could see people below, but all was a blur as I slid at what seemed Mach speed into a straightaway. I knew there was a loop the loop coming and Swoosh! I went up and over and into another hairpin within seconds! That hairpin led into a deceptively gentle looking curve downward towards the Tub. I thought I would begin to slow but for some reason I was going faster than ever! And that's when the trouble started.

I could distinguish faces and voices now and the first clear sentence I heard was Cecil's saying "Gee! I wonder if I was supposed to be floating on my back?" I panicked; I freaked! I know now what a silent scream is. Because just as Cecil's word's sunk in I hit him! With both feet! Square in his ass!

It felt like surfing at first; we must have crossed the tub at 120 miles an hour. But then we began to slow and I heard this strange wailing. I thought at first it was a fire alarm going off somewhere. Nope. It was Cecil...with my feet up in his ass to my knees! I felt strong arms pulling me away and I heard this awful "POP!" as my feet came free. I heard a voice from the bar holler "Way to stroke a prostate, Woman!" And then Cecil slowly rose to the surface.

He gasped for air and just floated- stiff as a surfboard. I was so scared- I just knew I had hurt him. But I had no idea!

He was back two weeks later...still walking funny but seemingly in good repair. I kissed his cheek and asked him how he was. He looked like he had been working out 'cause where his ass used to sag (just a little) it now was firm and perky and a glory to behold. He handed me a bill...Hospital Expenses...$1,639,452.79!!!! My jaw dropped, my heart stopped! I said "What's this?" He turned slowly and took the bill from me, saying "Woman, I have good insurance, so thanks to you, I now have a new prosthetic ass and a titanium prostate!" and then as he walked away he turned and said, "By the way- how're your feet?"

The next evening I returned to the Tub; the slide was nowhere to be found. Cecil was relaxed in a corner of the tub and I gotta say! his ass was lookin good!! He looked at me and said "The slide is in the closet...where it will remain till another day! When I am dead and gone!" 

I didn't argue, but walking towards my hammock I couldn't help but wonder, "Why the hell was he floating on his stomach, anyway?" And so ends another Tub Story, of which there are millions. But I'm not tellin'!