Four writers for the price of one blog
It’s both one of my oldest long stories, first posted here in November, 2009, and until I took it down to be included in an anthology, the most commented on story I’d written (even before the blog). A look at it shows how much I’ve changed as a writer. It’s definitely Monocle’s piece, even though maybe the first hints of what would grow into Raziel are showing.
In The Dark
Sandra closed and locked the bathroom door, sighed, and went to the mirror to touch up her makeup, grateful for the brief privacy of the small ‘extra’ bathroom next to the standard, multi-stalled ladies’ room. She was having an OK time, but was getting discouraged, losing the heart and purpose she had come with. Damn Phillip anyway.
Her two-year-long relationship with him had been going through a ‘rough spot’, as her married friends would call it. She snorted. She wasn’t sure which turbulence was worse – the fact that he had cheated on her or the almost dismissive way he apologized for it when he was caught. Sandra had though she loved Phillip, and that he loved her. Now nothing was certain.
She had left the apartment without telling Phillip where she was going; though she made sure he saw how she was dressed. She was in her black dancing dress. Its low, collar-less V neckline showed just a little more than proper for formal occasions. The elastic, satiny fabric hugged the swells of her breasts and hips, the seamless body flaring into a slightly frilly skirt, also too short for the most polite of company. She had no bra on that night – something else she made sure Phillip had seen. Delicate looking black three inch heels barley covered her feet and matched her tiny purse – just big enough for a compact, a lipstick, a key, a few bills, and a rolled up diaphragm. She slammed the apartment door behind her, shoes clicking, long fiery red hair streaming behind her as she strode purposefully down the hall. She rode the taxi alone, across town.
Sandra had come to this club to even the score – find someone, show Phillip how it felt to be betrayed. It was stupid, she knew, but she didn’t care at the moment. She knew Phillip had at least some jealousy in him, and wanted to hurt him, as she was hurt. And she’d had no trouble finding guys who wanted to dance with her, buy her drinks, and, she was sure, take her home. Most of them she’d never look at twice. Others were so full of themselves there could never be room for anyone else. There were the oppressive, the desperate, the sleazes, the operators, the actors, the too-innocent, the not-innocent-enough. Sandra managed to find an excuse to reject all of them as the evening wore on.
“One more round, and then I’ll go home,” she thought, looking at her reflection, but deep down she already knew she wouldn’t find what she thought she was looking for here. She’d already begun thinking about if and how things could or should be patched up with Phillip, if that’s what they both wanted.
In flash of motion that took less than a second, the door to the bathroom suddenly opened and closed, letting in a loud blast of music. At the same time the lights were turned off and an instant later, just as Sandra startled from the noise, one hand grabbed her right arm as another clamped over her mouth.
Her eyes opened wide in the sudden darkness and she let out a smothered squeal of surprise and fright. Her own hands dropped the lipstick she had been taking out and grabbed at the arm in front of her. On the edge of panic, she fought to free her mouth so she could scream. In the darkness and her enforced quiet, the lipstick clattering in the sink sounded unnaturally loud.
The hand was strong and didn’t move easily. From just behind her right ear she heard a soft, deeply masculine voice.
“No, this is not what you think. I’ve only covered your mouth so that you would not instantly cry out and run the moment I came in. I am going to remove my hand in just a moment, and you will be free to scream then, or simply tell me to go away. I will. You’ll never hear from me again. I promise it. I know. You have no reason to believe my promise, but there it is. All I ask is that you hear me out for just a minute. You see, I know you. I know why you are here. I can give you what you want.”
After a brief pause to let the words register, the hand disappeared from her mouth. Sandra breathed in deep and almost screamed. But instead, to her surprise, she let out the breath, trembling slightly. After a moment, the hand encircled her left biceps, jut has the other had her right. She stiffened at the touch, but again amazed herself by saying nothing. She was being either very brave, or very stupid. Probably the latter, she told herself. The hands held her gently but firmly. She might be able to break their grip if she really fought, but she might not.
“How did you-? Y…you know me?” she asked, able to keep the quiver she felt out of her voice.
“After a fashion,” the voice replied, this time in her left ear – the change causing her to jump again. “I’ve seen you around here before – women like you. I know what brought you here and what you are looking for. You carry yourself too confidently to be a virgin tired of her status and looking for a white knight to deflower her. You’re too discriminating to be a vixen on the make, and too sad to be here because you want to have a simple fling. You’ve been betrayed by a lover, and are looking to return the favor.” He said these things as statements, not questions.
Sandra started again. He knew!
“But you’ve not been able to convince yourself to go through with it with anyone you’ve seen.”
“No…” (Did she say that out loud, or just think it?)
“You were going to go home soon, and try to make up with – who now?
“Philli-” She cut herself off. Why would she tell this invisible person anything? She could barely make out a backlit silhouette now, behind her in the mirror, illuminated only by the flickering light sneaking in from under the door. He was tall and wide of chest. The outline of his head suggested short straight hair. He was close behind her and she could almost feel the warmth of his body.
“Phillip, then.” There was something slightly accented to his speech, but Sandra had no clue where to place it. “You were going to go back to Phillip and see if you could accept again someone who had betrayed your trust… even your love?”
Sandra nodded, forgetting that he likely could not see that.
“Tell me, is Phillip a good lover?”
“Wh.. what do you mean?”
“I mean, does he treat you like a beautiful woman should be treated.” Sandra gasped as the end of the sentence was accompanied by an electric sensation that ran from her left ear down her spine. An unseen tongue had just licked her on and just behind the earlobe.
“Can he awaken your passion with a touch?” Now, the right hand released her arm and fingers drew lightly along her collar bone and downward, delicately caressing the outside of her breast, trailing down her side to wrap around her hip, fingers gently pressing into the side of her lower belly. Sandra’s right hand quickly reached and covered the stranger’s, half-holding, half gripping it as if to remove it from her.
In the darkness Sandra acutely felt every inch of the motion. Everything that had been touched tingled, and the sensation spread out to warm her body. She inhaled and exhaled deeply again, whispering “No…” as she did. She trembled slightly as she felt a pair of warm lips touch her neck on her right side, just above her shoulder line. They pressed a long kiss there, then two more progressing upward to her right ear. She shivered. How could this invisible intruder have such a strong and immediate effect on her? Was she crazy to just stand here? Was this what she had been looking for all evening?
“Does he please the needs and desires of your flesh before his own? Instead of his own? Has he ever explored the depths and heights of ecstasy he could give to you?” Now the left hand released her other arm. Its fingers first touched her through her skirt on her outer left thigh, just above the hem. They trailed upward, dragging the fabric with them up her thigh until it fell free. The fingers slid lightly across to her belly just above her pubis, then upward over her stomach, between her ribs, until the heel of the hand pressed against her left breast and the fingers slowly rose to curl up and under, cradling it gently.
Sandra had been mouthing “No” quietly in answer to the questions drifting at her from the darkness, her skin goose-pimpling in reaction to the touches it received. But when the hand cupped her breast she gasped again, grabbing at it with her hand.
“Hey! Stop!” She pulled at the hand, which held strong, the motion shaking and jiggling her firm breast in the cupping fingers.
“I’ve told you how you can get me to stop. Tell me to go away and I will. I promise. You don’t have to believe me, but there it is.”
Silence. Sandra still pulled at the left hand, but she said nothing, her mind full of conflicting thoughts. The invisible right hand then slowly slid flat from her hip to her belly, and began slow circles around and around over the smooth, cool fabric of the dress.
At her left ear, between little nibbling kisses, he spoke. “Phillip has squandered and abused his treasures. You are a beautiful, sexy woman. You have a perfectly curved body, a sensuous walk. Your arms and legs are obviously strong, but toned and delicate looking – wondrously elegant and feminine. Your breasts,” the left hand now rubbed the underside of her breast gently back and forth, “are firm, resilient, neither too big to hold nor too small to escape notice. You have a smooth, perfect belly that makes men long to take you and fill you with themselves.”
Sandra’s breathing quickened. She felt herself slowly melting into the touch of this unseen man. Her back was now pressed against his hard chest, her buttocks just brushing against his upper thigh. She felt her heart pound, thought she could hear it louder than the muted sounds of dance music filtering through the door. The lips now pressed up and down the very back of her neck, tongue trailing wetly over the first vertebrae of her spine before meeting the neckline of her dress. The tongue then moved in slow circles around her neck, mimicking the hand circling her belly. The second hand now also started circling around her left breast, never quite touching the nipple, but stroking the, sides, top, and bottom through the sheer dress. It occasionally broke to travel the length of her side down to her hip and back before resuming its tantalizing circuit. Sandra realized that her hands still held the thick wrists as they moved around her body. Not knowing what else to do with them, she kept them there.
“Women like you need to be made love to, to have your bodies, and the rest of you, treated properly. You are beings of passion. You need to be allowed the wanton expression of your inner-most self.” The words breathed in her ears. The hands switched, left taking her belly over without break, right moving to cradle then circle her right breast now. Sandra let out a small sigh or moan. It was so quiet she couldn’t tell. Her knees began to feel weak.
“Tell me your name, my beauty.”
Before she could even think about it, she did.
The hand circling her belly made her skin feel hot. She felt the motions slowly move lower. Now below her belly button, now just above her pubis, now gliding over the top of her covered thatch. Her grip on the wrist tightened, as if to slow or stop it.
“Wait… no….” she said, but the hand did not stop. Lower still until the fingers began dipping between her legs, causing the fabric of her skirt to tickle her thighs as the fingers and palm began to pass over her mound.
“Of course not,” The voice said in reassuring tone, “You still don’t want to betray the trust of your lover – Phillip. What would he think knowing that another man was stirring these feelings in you? What would he think if he knew another could awaken parts of you he never dreamed existed.”
“Please… stop…” It was what she had been thinking earlier – only not quite so – intense – as this! Sandra didn’t think her ‘revenge’ could – should? – be so…
“Why should you not know what it is to be truly fulfilled. You owe Phillip, the betrayer, what exactly? And if not him… Tell me this is not what you want. Tell me to go away and I will.”
The left hand swept down, now, below Sandra’s hem, and then back up. The thumb hooked under the short skirt and drew it up with the hand, which slid between her slightly parted legs to gently cup her covered pussy. Sandra almost fell back, but he was there, sturdy and unmoving, behind her. All she did was lean heavily back into his chest and waist. Her buttocks pressed up against a clothing-covered hardness, and she shuddered at the combined sensations.
Sandra said “go away” in her mind, but her mouth only whispered “God…” She shivered as the hand cupping her pussy began circling slowly. She realized with shock that her panties were damp. The sliding of her labia against each other and the satiny fabric of her panties as the hand moved indicated just how wet she was. She gave a little moan, increasing volume as the right hand finally grazed her right nipple and began to tease the most sensitive part of her breast. The nipple quickly hardened to the seemingly magic touch. The mouth moved forward to her collarbone and under her chin. Sandra felt her head tilt back to rest on a firm shoulder as the lips and tongue devoured and tasted her.
“I know, Sandra.”
For an instant, she panicked. How did he know her name? Yes, she had told him. God, she was shaking all over. And hot. And more turned on than ever before in her life.
“I know how to give everything you need.”
“Mmm – no…ah-“,
The hands switched again. Now the left nipple received its due attention. The right hand slid all the way down, then up under the skirt, over her covered pussy and bush to the top of her panties, slipping under the elastic until the warm fingers at last touched the moist flesh of her womanhood. Sandra’s brief protest gave way to a sigh as one strong finger slid down over each of her labia, while a third between them rubbed over her clitoral hood and dipped in between her nether lips.
Sandra was awash in pleasure. She had not really known just how aroused she was until that first intimate touch. Now she realized she was suddenly almost ready to come.
“Oh God. Please… slow- not-oh…”
The fingers moved – combination of pressing and lifting, and sliding up and down her slit. The middle digit dragged wetly against her emerging, hardening clit with each tiny movement. Her hips rocked automatically with the motion, rotating her pelvis forward, trying to increase the sensation. Her knees bowed outward slowly, without her realizing.
“It is alright, Sandra love,” He murmured into her throat, “You can let yourself go. You are safe. No one will disturb you, no one will hear. No one will know but us. You are capable of more than you can imagine.”
Sandra hissed as the middle finger dipped deep into her simmering, pussy, and then back out and up across her slit to begin short rapid circles over her sensitive button. Just there. That was enough.
“AH!” She cried out and shook in climax, the familiar spasms making her body quake. She felt her inner muscles clasp and release, heard her breath catch. It was not the most intense orgasm – it was almost gentle, rolling – but it did feel like the shortest time it had ever taken her to come. As she shook, the left hand gently pinched her nipple, the right hand slid back so that the middle finger was inside her and the others splaying her labia, and the mouth was gently sucking and licking at her throat.
As she slowly came down, glowing from the climax, the voice spoke again.
“That was beautiful Sandra. I felt everything. Your body is like the finest instrument any musician could ever hope to play. You are truly something special. I will show you more.”
Still in the afterglow, Sandra did not fully comprehend the words. What more was there? With Phillip, if she came first, her ‘turn’ was over, and it was his time.
She was mulling this when she felt him quickly sink down behind her, the fabric of his clothes sliding along the back of her dress. In a swift motion, he gripped her panties and pulled them down as his knees reached the floor, drawing the damp silk down her legs to her ankles before she could protest.
“What?! Stop! No!” She made to push away from the sink and escape, but the strong, steady hands slid up her legs to hold her under her dress before she could.
“Sandra, I have so much to show you, if you will let me.” His voice was now low, behind her, but gentle, patient. “Lean forward against the sink. Step your right foot up and right. Good. Now the left. Beautiful.”
Her hair falling forward, almost over her face made Sandra realize with surprise that she had complied with all of these commands. She had stepped out of her panties, and her legs were now a little more than shoulder width apart. She could feel hot breath on the backs of her slightly spread thighs, the motion cooling her wet and open (and exposed!) pussy. She heard him breathe in through his nose, deeply inhaling the scent of her arousal. The sound sent a tremor up her spine.
“Now, Sandra, I will not be able to speak for a little while. But during that time consider this. Consider whether your lover can do this for you.”
“Do what?” escaped her lips before she could stop what she felt was a stupid question, but stupid or not, it was immediately answered as a face pressed up into the space between her legs.
A strong nose pushed between the cheeks of her ass, lips pressed against the sensitive spot where her legs met, and then a tongue snaked slowly up, up, up, and into her slit. It was long – longer than what she knew as ‘normal’ – and writhed like the living thing it was. Sandra’s back stiffened and arched, and she reflexively raised her ass and pressed back to give the tongue greater access. It obliged, sliding up and down, over and inside her slit. She stretched further, and it could now reach all the way to her quivering clit. The contact caused her to jump and cry out.
She started moaning then, quietly but steadily. The strong hands now slid up and down her buttocks and legs. Down to her calves and up her inner thighs as she trembled. Her hips began to rotate and rock back and forth as the tongue and lips did things familiar yet strange and new – scary and incredibly exciting.
“Ooooh…” She began cooing. She rode the rising waves of pleasure, for what seemed like hours, or was it just an instant? The tongue danced across her most private parts, circling, dipping into her. She felt her own juices flowing freely, dripping in thin rivulets down her thighs and legs, do doubt completely covering the unseen strangers face. Her wide-open eyes still saw little. Dimly she could make out a shadowy ghost that was her face. She almost did not recognize herself – the barely visible, open-mouthed expression of lust on it was almost frightening to her. Almost.
Slowly – there was no concept of time now- the coos gave way to more incoherent sounds as the fingers and mouth drove her inexorably to a second, greater climax. She felt this one start at her toes and follow the pattern of his moving hands up to her pussy where it exploded into something else altogether. The tongue scraped her clit and dove deep into her.
Sandra came a second time, crying out incoherently as her inner muscles clutched at the invading tongue and unseen fingers that teased her buttocks and the bud of her asshole. She saw flares of light in the darkness around her and shook with the power of it. The dark shape behind her stayed where it was, tongue quivering in her as she surged and rode it out, only gradually subsiding to pants and gasps with each of his small intimate movements.
She shuddered again as the long tongue finally withdrew from her and the dark stranger rose, his body sliding up against Sandra’s upturned, exposed derriere – her skirt probably was hiked up and resting around her waist, and Sandra was grateful for the darkness. Imagining how obscene she would look in the light, she felt a shudder of embarrassment ripple through her.
The phantom hands never left her body, gliding as the presence behind her rose, moving up under her dress, which bunched along her back and sides until both hands circled around the naked flesh of her breasts, held there by the snug elastic fabric of the dress front. Sandra was still bet over the sink, legs and knees still parted from the mind-blowing cunnilingus. She jumped a little as he stood up fully. A hot, hard presence pressed up along her slit.
“Sandra, the taste of you is exquisite – like nectar from a goddess.” Even through her unprecedented state of arousal, she felt herself blush and shiver at the words.
“Yes. You should know how truly desirable – and delectable – you are. Does Phillip know? Can he make you feel like that with his mouth? With his words? He doesn’t even know you can climax twice, given the proper attention?”
“You didn’t know that either?”
“No…yes. Once when- Oh!” The hands began to knead her breasts, occasionally catching a hard nipple between a pair of fingers and pinching or pulling it, making her gasp.
The one time she’d come twice had been with Phillip – not really with him, actually. He had brought her off with his mouth and fingers – efficiently, if not enthusiastically, and had then made passionate love to her for longer than usual. Enough to keep her arousal high and rising until he came, at which point, after some sweet but brief kissing and cuddling, he had rolled off to sleep. She had still been inflamed, however, and secretly, quietly, brought herself off an amazing second time, right next to him on their bed. The need to be quiet and still had made it even more arousing at the time.
“How sensitive you are Sandra. You have taught me so much about yourself already in our short time together. How much of this as Phillip learned in all your time together? Tell me Sandra, have you ever climaxed while Phillip – or any other lover – has been inside you?”
Sandra shuddered. “No.” It was a long time fantasy of hers to know how that felt. But a penis inside her, while pleasant, was never enough stimulation. At best, Phillip made her come first. At worst, intercourse only left her aroused and edgy when Phillip was finished – not once had he ever… attended… her after he was done. As for other lovers… well, Phillip had been the first and only. Until now.
“You would like to know how that feels, wouldn’t you. To feel your deepest self embrace your lover in the heights of pleasure…” The rod of flesh pressed up against her pussy began dragging back and forth between her soaked lower lips.
“Ohh.. No…nnn” A small part of her mind reprimanded her for not being stronger, for not being able to speak more than vague words of protests or lust-addled nonsense. But this voice was not being listened to, and the rest of her secretly thrilled at the abrogation of control.
“You don’t want to feel that? Two words, and I am gone.” The penis drew back just a little further with each rock. The head tickled her clit, drawing back toward her vulnerable entrance a little more each time.
“No.. Don’t…. Please…S-stop…” Sandra didn’t move. Her hands gripped the sink, legs tense, eyes now pinched shut.
“No, Sandra. You want this. You need me.” The head slid back almost to her open, ready labia. Her mind screamed Go Away! Go Away! GO AWAY! but her mouth refused to say it.
“Go-oh…no…Unh!” In one fluid motion, the cockhead divided her inner lips and slid slowly in. Her cry of protest turned into a hard exhalation of breath as the full length slid into her. The stranger’s cock was different than Phillip’s. Phillip’s had a bulging head that seemed to pop almost audibly into her whenever he first penetrated. This one had a smaller tapered head, almost pointed, that slid in easily. The shaft thickened along its length until, at the base it was a bit thicker than Phillip’s was. She could tell so by the filling, extra-stretched feeling that grew as he sank into her. But the real shock was the length. Phillip was a ‘respectable 7 inches’ long – in his own words. This one was something more. Where she would normally feel Phillip’s stomach press against her ass, this cock kept coming. Sliding in further and further until she was almost out of breath. The twin sensation of her shadow lover’s pelvis pressing into her rear and of his cockhead pressing into the very end of her tight tunnel was both frightening and incredibly erotic.
“Oh. God! Phillip!” Sandra cried, then gasped at what she had said.
“No, Sandra, not Phillip. Phillip cannot give you what I can. Let me show you.”
“Oh, Please… No. Ohhmygod. ” The long, member slid slowly almost all the way out and all the way back in. Then it withdrew part way, and seemed to wiggle slightly as the shadowy shape adjusted position behind her. The angle of the penis changed, and pressed oddly into her for a moment, dragging back and forth until…something electric shot through her. An intense wave of erotic pleasure surged through her pussy and up her spine, connecting with her breasts and shooting back down. She yelped as the cock teased and poked at the spot, and stroked shallowly on and off it.
“That, my dear Sandra, is what has been called the ‘G-spot’ by the less romantic. Not all women have them in a place as easy to reach as yours. But with you I suspected correctly. Does it feel good, Sandra? Have you felt its like before?”
“Yes.. Ah! No…” The cock quickly dove all the way into her then came back to tease her magic spot again. It was incredible. Sandra was almost overloaded with raw pleasure, and realized with terrible wonder she was rapidly climbing again towards orgasm. The cock continued to tickle her, sometimes sliding all the way in, filling her completely, once, twice, three times, before pulling back and sparking her again. She gasped and groaned, unable to fully catch her breath. Her body was frozen, open and lewdly thrust back, unable or unwilling to move, lest the fantastic connection be broken.
“You feel it coming again, Sandra love. I can see it now. I can feel it rumble deep in your belly. You will come with your lover deep inside you, filling you completely.”
Her eyes snapped open and stared into the mirror. Yes, she could barely make out a face. Strong lines. Handsome? Maybe, she thought. Then lightning struck inside her and she screamed, stiffening her legs and arching her back as her pussy clamped down on the cock pushing one more time all the way in.
“AIEE!” She couldn’t stop. She was so completely full, coming around the hard cock, buried all the way in her. It was glorious. It was perfect and beautiful. Her pussy fairly flowed with her own cream. Her inner muscles squeezed and milked the pulsing flesh embedded within her. Her nipples throbbed as they were caressed and pinched. Her whole body shook. It lasted almost forever. It almost stole her consciousness and her sanity, but in the end left both barely intact. Her mind and body buzzed in the aftermath, still quaking and spasming erratically every few seconds.
“Oh. My. God.” She said, panting “What… did you do?”
“Released you, in a way, by beauty. Helped you to experience that which you so much desired.” He paused, and they breathed for a while together, intimately locked, not moving. He broke the silence with “Now, if I may, I wish to indulge in your wondrous body for myself. Just for a brief moment.”
“What do y–Ohh,” Sandra cooed again as the dark stranger withdrew and began thrust into her in a more conventional motion. It felt good – very good even, but just enough to keep her sexual glow sustained. Shocks of her after-come still zapped her every now and then, but he was – fucking – her now for mostly his own pleasure. She felt his heavy testicles swing up and tap on her clit and mound with each thrust. The hands left her breasts and slid down to firmly grasp her waist, pulling her back onto him as he stroked forward.
“My dearest Sandra,” he said, voice now slightly strained, more gruff, “Are you on the pill?”
“Nnnoo-WHAT? No! STOP! Get out of me! UH!” The struggled for a moment, and the cock slammed into her hard once, bumping her cervix and knocking her breath out for a second.
“Do not worry, my dear. I needed to ask. I am not wearing a condom.” Sandra gasped. He spoke quickly, calmly. “Are you worried I might not be healthy? I can assure you I am as ‘clean’ as can be. You do not have to believe me, but there it is. Two words and you won’t have to worry about it at all. I am the one taking a risk, I have assumed you are healthy.” He paused for a few pounding heartbeats. “Are you worried about other things? Pregnancy?” The penis again slowly began to slide out, then back in.
“Yess. I don’t want to get p…pregnant. Ohh Stop.”
“Are you at the right time of the month for that?”
“Yes. Oh, God I think so. Ohh. Don’t. Please.”
“You know how to get me to stop. But then, I have one more idea. It is, in the end a fine way to complete our exploration of desires and needs. Have you ever taken Phillip in your ass?”
“My a- NO! Oh God no! Not there!” Phillip had tried it a couple times, but she’d usually chickened out. The last time, she had let him begin, but the fat head of his prick hurt as it pressed into her tiny anal opening and she made him stop. He had been angry with her for a few days after that.
“Why not Sandra? It is not so difficult a thing. And I know you are capable of getting pleasure from it – if it is done properly. Everything about you tells me so.”
“Please, oh No.”
“This is how it will be, Sandra, and there is not that much time left. You feel so heavenly wrapped around me, holding me, squeezing me. Too good for me to last very long. Either I finish deep inside you where I am now, or we try this one last thing. You must decide soon. And no decision keeps me right here.” He gave a hard shove for emphasis, and she felt the head of his long cock knock against the entrance to her womb. Sandra shuddered, knowing the time of the month, and cursing for simply having brought her diaphragm along instead of pre-inserting it. She thought for a panicked few seconds as he filled her once, twice, three times, four times. She might already be too late…
“Please don’t do this. Ooohh. Please let me go-.”
Silence, except for the wet sounds of fucking and the distant booming of music. She felt a flutter deep within her. She felt so vulnerable. She couldn’t let him come in her pussy. She knew with dread certainty what the likely result would be.
But why didn’t she send him away? This stranger had truly given her what she sought – and then some. She felt strangely more free and complete as a woman than ever before. She owed this intruder nothing after all – even if she accepted his advances after all – didn’t she? Again, her mind cried GO AWAY! Instead she whispered:
His motions paused, “What, my love?”
Louder, “You can…(oh god)… come into.. my ass.’
“Yes, my love. I will.” And the long phallus slid slowly from her pussy. It disappeared for a few moments, and she trembled as she felt his right hand release her hip, move between her legs, and start coating its fingers with her own juices, tickling her drooling slit while doing so. The lubricated fingers stole up behind her and into the cleft of her ass, there to spread her honey between her cheeks and on her tight anal ring. Her breath caught as the process was repeated and a finger gently prodded her clenched nether muscle. Then the hand returned to her hip as she felt the tip of the cock nestle into crack of her ass, head pressing slowly into her sphincter. She trembled.
“No… Please don’t hurt me. uh! Don’t do it.”
“Yes I will do it Sandra, Now relax yourself. Let your tension go. Let me in.”
“No… No. I- Uh! ” His hand had left her hip again, this time coming around front, under her. A finger flicked her sensitive clit hard – enough to make her jump, but not enough to be painful. With each flick, her muscles spasmed – contracting and relaxing, each for an instant. Each time she relaxed, the tapered cockhead pressed into her dilating anus, pushing further a fraction at a time. Realization of this hit Sandra on the third, and on the fourth little jolt, the head pushed all the way in. And now the tapered shaft was slowly, slowly sliding into her anal passage. The hand left her pussy to reassert itself on her hip and help pull her back onto the rigid pole.
“Yessss Sandra, you’re sweet pussy was marvel itself, but your ass is also a wonder. So fine and firm. So tight. I can feel you trying to stop me from entering you, but I cannot stop. Not until I have you – and you have me – completely.”
“Oh no. Stop. It hur- ohh I have to go!”
“No Sandra, that’s me inside you. Do not worry, the feeling is perfectly natural. Aahh….there. I am all the way inside.” And he was. She felt his pubic bone press against her ass. He was buried to the root. She felt incredibly full and bloated, like she really did have to go. Her small, ineffectively flexing anal ring muscle was now stretched wide around the intruding cock. She breathed heavily, almost as exhausted from this last impalement as from everything else that had happened so far. Now the phallus withdrew. It felt like she was making the biggest bowel movement of her life, and reflexively bore down to push it out. But then the movement reversed and it came back in, refilling her despite her internal pushing.
He did it again. It was the strangest thing she’d ever felt. But it didn’t hurt. In fact, it almost felt good.
“Stand up, Sandra,” said the stranger, moving his hands to her shoulders and gently pulling back. The penis withdrew almost all the way, then slid fully in again, forcing a low moan from her as she stood straight. Her dress fell almost back into place, except where the cock in her ass prevented it. The voice was back at her ear, hoarse, almost whispering.
“Ahh. That feels so good. It does to you too, I can hear. Now my love we can do this one last thing.” He took her left hand, now hanging limply at her side, and placed it on her left breast, then covered her right breast with his hand, and started massaging it. He then reached around, withdrawing and burying his cock in her once more, to take her right hand in his left and bring them both under her skirt to her dripping pussy. Here he guided her fingers along her slit and across her clit. He did not touch her directly – but rather guided her in her own touching of her.
“Sandra, you know how to pleasure yourself?” The long cock emptied and then re-filled her rear.
“You do it on occasion – even now.”
“Yes. Because you know things about yourself that neither Phillip nor I know – or possibly can know. Some secrets are yours alone.”
“Sandra, fulfill yourself while I make love to you. I will hold you. I will love your body. Be free, explore the places within you that only you know.” Her rear emptied, then filled oh so slowly.
Both hands now released her briefly and moved to her lower waist, holding her there, allowing him to start a slow, building rhythm of thrusting steadily in and out of her anal passage. Sandra registered every strange sensation of her sodomy but was now also becoming lost in her own touch.
He was right. Her own hands, once released, instinctively began the intimate self-caress that she had learned over the years would bring her to her own satisfaction. She marveled that this was even possible. She had already come three – three! times. And she wasn’t even sore – well, almost. She was sensitive beyond her normal capacities – every touch shot sexual sparks from her pussy up through her spine.
She marveled at herself, in the dark, in an almost public place, a stranger’s penis in her behind, and no need to be quiet as she pleasured herself wantonly. And she was not quiet. She moaned and grunted with her own touch and the increasing pace of fucking behind her. Her fingers danced across her pussy and breasts. Sandra’s knees were still open, and now bent a little, her ass jutting and pushing back to meet each thrust from the phallus. Her arched back allowed her to rest her head on the muscular shoulders of her strange lover, and though he had stopped talking she heard his increasingly hard breathing and thrilled to it.
It was his increasing power and pace that controlled things now. Her fingers moved faster to match him, and she felt her own passions rise incredibly again as his movements became fiercer and more erratic. His poise was evaporating, finally carried away by his passion, as he had done so easily with her. He grunted now with his harder thrusts, and she yelped and moaned with the combined onslaught of his cock and her own fingers.
“S.. Sandra… Unh..I- I am going to come very soon now. Ern! Uf..”
“Yes…” Butterflies fluttered in her stomach. Until now, no one but Phillip had ever been inside her at all, much less come in her. This intimacy had even been denied Phillip until she was sure they were falling in love…the bastard. Now she was letting someone else in – in ways Phillip wouldn’t be allowed or even to know. No, maybe he would know. Maybe she would tell him.
“You’re going to come in… my… asss…”
“Yes, my love, very – uh-soon. You are so hot. So passionate. You are close again – ah!- yourself. I can hear it in your voice…”
“Yes….loverr… Oh yesss!”
“Ohh, Sandra I am boiling… I am coming!” His head buried in the hair falling around her shoulders as he let out a deep animal growl and slammed into her one last time. Sandra’s eyes flew wide as she felt her rear opening stretched yet further as the planted cock swelled and pulsed. Her own fingers never stopped and she was on the edge herself. A deep throb in her guts was accompanied by an upward surge of the stranger’s hips, as if he could shove himself still further into her. She felt, she thought, deep within her a gooey warmth begin to spread. He was coming into her.
Her own hands reacted immediately, her fingers grasped a nipple and her clit, pinched and pulled the way she had taught herself. The sensation was sharp, charged, just this side of too much. But it was guaranteed to send her exactly where she wanted – needed to go. Now her dark lover’s hips thrust up again, his cock injecting her with another surge of semen. The feeling spread through her, passing between the barrier between her ass and pussy, connecting with her own singing clit, shooting up through her breasts, into her brain.
Sandra came. Her scream drowned out the lower growls of her lover as he filled her with his seed, his own orgasm heightened by Sandra’s strong clenching anal muscles. Colors swam in her vision as she spasmed and shook, held standing only by vice-like hands on her waist and the rigid, jetting cock in her ass. Every cell vibrated with ecstasy. She was the embodiment of Sex, the incarnation of Pleasure. Tears streaked her face as she shook uncontrollably. It went on and on – the hips grinding into her, the filling of her bowels, the teasing of her most private flesh. The air around her hummed. Perhaps she even blacked out for a second, the head-rush feeling blending seamlessly with her climax. She drew in big heaving breaths, matched by the heavy gasps from her finishing lover.
Slowly, as if descending from clouds, they relaxed together.
Sandra let out a final shuddering sigh, her rear muscles squeezing one more time. She heard her dark lover gasp and felt him jump at the sudden pressure. The cock slowly relaxed and subsided, still buried in her ass. The deflating feeling was another strange sensation to Sandra, who could not suppress a giggle. The squirmy sensation caused more reflexive squeezing and the softening cock was slowly pushed out. The big hands now slid around her body once more, right resting on her belly, left between her breasts as he held her gently against him. His head still rested on her shoulder. She turned hers toward it and their lips found each other in the darkness.
Their first kiss, through stray strands of her hair, was passionate and wondrous – like everything else this night. Sandra detected her own intimate taste on his lips, and scent on his face, mixed with his faint, spicy cologne. The kiss lasted for a long time, barely broken by Sandra drawing her hair away and turning to face her lover for the fist time. Her arms encircled his broad shirted torso, as his enveloped her smaller frame and allowed her dress to fall fully back into place.
Slowly, she became again aware of the world around her. The beat of music outside their small, dark world rolled on. Her breathing was normal. She was kissing and holding a complete stranger – one who had showed her things about herself she would never forget. One who had changed her. Finally she broke their kiss and leaned back against the sink. She could make out a little more of his face. It was handsome. She found she wanted to see more.
“Thank you.” She whispered.
His hands ran up and down her arms, one cupped her chin. “No, Sandra. Thank you.”
They stared into each other’s shadowy eyes for a minute. A small smile on both their lips, a searching expression on Sandra’s face.
He released her then, and she heard more than saw him draw his pants up his legs and fasten them.
“Who are you?” She finally asked. The question had been trying to surface for the last moments.
“Do you really want to know?”
“Yes… No! Wait! Ah!”
But he was gone. Just like he had appeared, he disappeared from the small room in a second, unlocking, and slipping out the door in a fluid motion, flipping the light on as he left and momentarily blinding Sandra. She almost ran after him there and then, but stopped herself after the first step reminded her that her slick pussy was bare under her short dress. As her eyes adjusted to the light, she saw her thighs glistened with her own cream, and the liquid sensation in her ass betrayed a small leak of the stranger’s cum from there. She couldn’t leave the room like that.
Sandra stepped to the door and locked it – correctly this time. She realized with a chuckle that turning it right, as she had when she came in, did not in fact cause the lock to catch. Turning it left, as she did now, did. If she had been paying attention – she looked at her watch and gasped – almost two hours ago! – this whole…event… would never have happened.
Sandra used the facilities, and cleaned and collected herself, in a slight daze. Her panties were unsurprisingly dry now, having been off for so long, and serviceable enough, thanks to the relatively clean nature of this less trafficked bathroom. She put them back on and looked at herself in the mirror for a short time – not bothering with makeup other than to clean up obvious streaks or smears. As she reached down for her tiny purse, her hand almost knocked the small card off the sink. It was business card size, but all it had on it was a handwritten phone number.
She smiled to her reflection. She felt alive, adventurous. She was the same as before, yet also somehow new. Somehow free.
She took a deep breath and left the small side bathroom, squinting into the blasting sound and flashing lights of the dance floor. She walked slowly around the periphery, between the tables one more time. She was tired and going home (home?) but wanted to look around one more time. Maybe she would see him. Maybe he would see her. Maybe others would look at her and recognize what she was, now. She was surprised that she hoped it showed that much.
Near the exit she might have seen him. He was the right size, and his face might have been the same one she had almost seen in the darkness. Their eyes met for an instant, then drifted apart. Recognition? Something else? She could not tell. Sandra left.
The taxi ride to her apartment was uneventful, and she spent it thinking about her life, per present and future. When she stepped into the apartment, she saw Phillip on the couch sleeping in the glow of a late night TV movie. Quietly, she passed into the bedroom, undressed and slipped into bed. Then she got up, donned her seldom-used full pajamas and got back in.
Tomorrow, She and Phillip were going to talk about who was keeping the apartment. It wasn’t going to be him. Tomorrow, she would also be making a phone call. Maybe.
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