by Iona Nixon
We finished eating and I made some coffee. She excused herself and I sat down on the sofa. My thoughts drifted aimlessly, stupidly. I thought about the last time I was in India for business. I was stuck in traffic in a taxi on my way to a business dinner. Late, frustrated, trying to get a signal from the spotty cell service, I looked out the car window and next to the cab was a guy riding an elephant down this busy, crowded street.
Suddenly Ana was next to me on the couch. I turned and looked into her eyes and I knew it was right. It was time. It was here. I put my arm around her and pulled her to me and kissed her lips lightly and softly. She closed her eyes and leaned her head back and I kissed her harder. She opened her mouth and our tongues were entwined.
There is nothing more powerful than kissing; nothing more intimate, powerful, erotic or arousing. I was alive with desire, with a need for Ana that felt primal and basic and came from a place that reason doesn't dare to tread. I tore my lips from hers and I kissed her eyelids lightly. I kissed her ear and her forehead gently. I ran the back of my hand across her cheek. She reached up and grabbed my hand. She opened her eyes wide. She planted my hand on her firm breast and looked me in the eyes and said "Yes."
It was like tasting water again after wandering in the desert for days. Every fiber of my being needed this, and yet I had no idea until that moment how much.
I kissed her passionately and put both my hands on her breasts. I kissed her neck and she moaned lightly and softly and I knew what to do. I hadn't been with a woman other than my wife for more than 15 years, but there are behaviors that are in the DNA, that don't need rehearsal, that are as much a set of instincts as the result of thought. I slid one hand under her knees and the other around her shoulders and I picked her up and carried her to my bed.
I laid her softly on the bed and then I lay down with her. I started with soft kisses again but it was only seconds before we were pawing each other lustfully and our mouths were pressed together. I unbuttoned her dress and tugged it open. I pulled it out from under her...black lace bra and panties...her beautiful body almost naked before me. I kissed her neck again, and then her shoulders. I kissed her chest and then I reached under her and opened her bra and pulled it off, revealing her breasts. Her skin was a beautiful light tan. Her breasts had not succumbed to gravity and they stayed firm and beautiful without her bra to hold them. Her brown nipples were hard and I couldn't stop myself from lightly kissing the left, then the right one. My kisses gave way to gentle licking, and she moaned and writhed a little bit on the bed. I kissed her chest between her breasts and then I moved down, down, kisses along her belly and then I put one hand on each side of her panties and pulled them off.
I kissed her right ankle, then her left, and then I ran my tongue from that left ankle all the way up her leg until I was between her legs. I gently touched my tongue to the lips of her pussy and licked slowly up and down...again...again. Then I slowly and deliberately ran my tongue around her clitoris. I had stopped thinking entirely.
My instincts were guiding my every move and it felt like freedom.
She tasted sweet, and she began moaning rhythmically and grinding her hips. I found a rhythm and a pace and off I went. My tongue was inside her, and then it was circling her throbbing clit, then rhythmically up and down, then back to the circles. I heard her pleasure rising, her breath getting short, her moans getting louder, and I kept up my rhythm until I felt her whole body contract. She cried out "Fuuck, fuck fuuuucckk" and pounded the bed with her hands as I watched her convulse.
It was unspeakably beautiful to see such pleasure unfold before me, and I lay down next to her naked, glistening body and looked in her eyes and smiled. She looked back with those impossibly lovely eyes, and I felt a wave of gratitude for her presence in my bed.
Then she reached over and undid my belt. She pushed me onto my back and straddled me, quickly unbuttoning my shirt, tearing it off me, and then making her way to my pants. She undid the button and pulled them off me and then...there I was, as hard as I could ever remember being. She grabbed my cock with one hand and then brought her face to it. She locked the head of my cock slowly, and then she removed her hand and eagerly accepted me into the soft warmth of her mouth. I had been sexually inactive for months. I had forgotten just how good it felt to have soft lips and a warm mouth engulf my hard cock. I knew I wouldn't last long. She began slowly bobbing her head up and down, taking the full length of my cock into her throat, then backing up, her tongue licking along the underside of my shaft as she withdrew, only to quickly take me back into her throat. She sped up, faster and then even faster. I arched my back. I could feel it inside me. Faster, her soft wet mouth...I exploded into her mouth, my body convulsing as I let months of come loose. She stayed attached to me, drinking every drop, her big soulful eyes gazing up at me as I gasped for air and then slowly relaxed.
We lay naked together...wordless. The feeling of her body beside mine was...comfortable. How long had it been since I lay beside a woman and felt warmth and acceptance and love? How long had it been since I had breathed, since I had opened my eyes, since I had reached for something and touched it, and grasped it, and held it, and made it mine?
I thought about that elephant on that street in Mumbai. How it seemed so out of place among the cars, the honking horns, the little kerosene powered open taxi scooters. How utterly out of place and yet...an elephant...in India...not out of place at all. It belonged there before anything around it. And for all my surprise, that elephant was part of the scene, it did not draw cries of concern or gasps of wonder. It belonged there, probably more than I did.
I felt the cold, abject terror that had frozen my heart beginning to melt. I belonged here. I was not an "other", an outsider. I was becoming human again, becoming connected to another human being in that bed, right then, right there.
I felt Ana's hand on my cock and I began to get hard again. I looked at her beautiful eyes and I ran my hands over her hips before settling on her lovely breasts. She exhaled deeply and I was immediately hard. She lay back and I got on my knees and positioned myself between her legs. I took an ankle in each hand and I could see that she was soaking wet. My cock was aching now, straining toward her. I guided myself between her legs and slowly inserted just the head of my cock in her wet, hot pussy. Her eyes widened. She looked up at me and bit her bottom lip and nodded. I slid into her slowly...slowly...one inch...then the next...a little more...again...stop...then more...and my cock was buried deep inside her.
It had been so long. I walked out of the desert and into a pool. I was determined to take it slow, to resist my impulse to fuck her like a rabbit fleeing a fox, to fuck her greedily. I slowly withdrew my cock until only the head was inside her...then I slid back into her. I slowly pulled back...then hard and fast, back inside her. I started to build a rhythm. Harder and faster each time.
Her eyes, staring up into mine...the soft, warm, west, tight pussy around my hard cock. I went harder and faster, then I stopped and slowed down...then quickly again, deep inside her...and then I slowed down. I grabbed her hips without my cock leaving her for even one second. I pulled her up and turned her slightly. She got the cue and got on all fours. I began fucking her hard and fast. She was bucking herself up and down, riding on me, spitting out random words in Spanish and English. Harder and faster now. I felt it coming. There was no bed. There were no walls. There was only me and her. Two bodies, connected...me and her...connected.
I came so hard for so long I almost lost consciousness. Her loud moans and sharp cries filled the room as she shook with pleasure again.
Again we lay there in silence. I felt a wave of peaceful calm wash over me. Since that day in September ten years ago, I have never slept more than 3 hours in any night. I looked at the clock. 7 pm. I turned to look at Ana. My eyelids felt heavy. At the core of my being, I felt a weight was lifting. I felt the noises and voices in my head begin to ebb. I slowly drifted into sleep.
My eyes opened and focused on the clock. 11 P
M. The bed was empty next to me. I was alone. I wanted her there beside me. I wanted someone there, I needed someone...I deserved someone. The ice around my heart had melted away. I knew I would live again, that I would have desires and need and feelings like any other man, and that I would go out again and live. I gave thanks for the life I almost lost and then almost lost again. I felt a wave of gratitude and I told myself I would never waste this gift again. I wished Ana was still there. I was still alone.
I heard footsteps and then Ana appeared in the doorway. "Su perro necesita salir" she said, her eyes sparkling with warmth and life and her smile promising mystery. My dog. She had walked my dog. I exhaled a sigh of deep relief.
She climbed back into bed and her fine ass rubbed against me as we lay together. I had my arm around her and we sat in silence for a few moments again. I looked at the ceiling, at the small crack that ran from the corner. I looked out the window to the side and I saw the trees in Prospect Park, waving in the breeze like beauty queens in a parade. The blue light of the night shone through their bare branches and I was filled with love. I gave thanks for life. I gave thanks for love. I gave thanks for Ana Sofia.
The End.
Donna's Special New Hobby
Donna had never seen a man so sexually dominated. It excited her more than she would have thought possible. Now she wished there had been a woman there when they arrived. Somebody to beg for Mike's sake. "Stop it, please, you're hurting him." Then, realizing the danger too late, begging on her own behalf. "What are you doing? I hardly know him. I don't love him. Oh no, Donna, please, not me too!"
Maybe she'd try to run before Kevin held her down. Perhaps at first she'd cry. Then as she struggled, Donna would take her time crawling over her body. She'd move from her mouth, to her breasts, along her stomach, then finally between her legs. Her resistance would end as she was betrayed by her own lust. Kevin would no longer have to hold her. The woman's tongue would search between Donna's legs. She would become their special slave. Soon she would do anything they demanded.
Her boyfriend groaned and she was startled out of her daydream. He was cumming in Mike's mouth, fucking it the way he would a woman's. Mike couldn't swallow fast enough. It overflowed his lips and dripped down his chin. Suddenly he was twisting and turning in place. Donna looked down and was amazed to see Mike had a hard on. It was flopping around crazily. Then he began to ejaculate-- long white ropes high in the air.
"Oh, God," thought Donna wildly. "He's excited too!" She had both hands between her legs, rubbing at her jeans feverishly. As Mike continued spurting, Donna fell to her knees on the edge of a climax. It was shamefully wicked. She felt like a teenager doing something wrong. She thought she might pee her pants. She wished she were naked. She wished Mike could see what they were doing to him. She wished there was a girlfriend to toy with. She wished it would never end.
When Kevin was finished he held his hand out to her. "It's not over yet," he said. "Now he's going to eat you. Get undressed and come over here."
"Oh, Kevin, I can't. I don't think I can." As she got to her feet, though, she thought deep down she might. As she removed all her clothes, she began to think she would. And as she straddled Mike's face, she realized, at last, she must. She couldn't just watch anymore.
As she pressed eagerly against his hot, wet, mouth, his tongue seemed to come alive. She was taking part in a rape. The drugged bartender was doing everything Kevin had promised. His tongue was making her feel things in a place no one had ever reached before. The excitement continued deep down inside her, spreading everywhere in her body. She felt as if she might burst through her skin. Electric sensations ran up and down her spine, to each of her limbs, out to her fingers and toes.
She was losing all sense of time and place. Nothing mattered but the now. She was rocketing towards some great explosion, one that would shred her with raw feeling. Nothing would be able to stop it. Vaguely she realized she was rocking up and down. She was dangerously close to the flames. Somewhere far away she heard a woman shrieking. It wouldn't be until later she was convinced it was her own voice.
Kevin was on her immediately. His hand clamped down over her mouth. He was trying to drag her away from that wonderful tongue. She dug her feet in, tried to fight, but he was too strong. He was talking in her ear, trying to tell her something, but she couldn't listen. She fell backwards against him and down they went. They were wrestling around the floor.
His one hand was between her legs. He got two fingers up inside her. She was being fucked. When the explosion came, it was like the death of a star. Decadent and delicious, it spread across her like hot molasses. It blinded her with it's intensity. She had no idea how long it lasted before it finally began to swirl away from her. She became aware of her own gasps for air. Her great shudders became quakes, and then a fluid trembling. Kevin was still holding her. They lay together on the floor, as naturally as if they'd just finished some insane lovemaking at home.
When she felt she could speak again, she had no idea what to say. She paid no attention to their victim. She lay huddled with Kevin for the longest time. Finally, stupidly, with nothing else coming to mind, she summed it up in one word. "Wow!"
"Wow," repeated Kevin, chuckling. "I guess that fucking covers it. For a second I thought another apartment was going to hear you." He got up and stretched. "I've got to take a leak," he said casually. "Then we'll finish him off." He walked away towards the bathroom.
Donna was terrified. Did he mean to kill the man? Mike had always been good to her. She loved to flirt with him, although it was totally harmless. He never leered at the college girls, not even at last call. He was old enough to be her father, and remembered she was the same age as his daughter. (The chick that sometimes worked the bar for special events.) She wondered how she'd feel if someone raped her father. Then she remembered what a bitch the daughter was and put it out of her thoughts.
One night weeks before, Kevin got crazy drunk and Mike was forced to bounce him. Kevin
was embarrassed a man nearly forty had physically thrown him out. They heard Mike even bragged about it. That's partly why he'd been chosen. The bartender had welcomed them back, but she knew Kevin could hold a grudge. Was he willing to kill someone over something that trivial? She looked over at their victim. They had violated him in so many ways. She should have felt sympathy. Instead she felt contempt.
When they offered to drive him home earlier, Mike thought he was sick. As soon as they walked him inside, he seemed to know he'd been drugged. First he offered them his tip money. Then, just before passing out, he actually tried to pull a pistol. As Donna stripped him, Kevin set up a camera. She was worried about that from the beginning, but her boyfriend seemed to know what he was doing.
Her first thrill came when Mike was tied over a coffee table. She knew he had girlfriends, and would have never suspected he was gay. When Kevin poked him up the ass, though, Mike began to swivel his hips. He didn't seem to be in pain at all. It looked as if he were fucking Kevin. He made the sounds most men did while making love.
She stared at him laying on the floor. He looked so helpless with his hands tied behind his back. Incredibly he was still hard. This turned her on all over again. Was there no limit to her depravity? She crawled over on top of him, pushing his organ up inside her. His eyes remained closed, but he looked as if he were dreaming. She could barely hear him whispering a woman's name. Terri, Sherri, or Kerri. The names meant nothing to her. His bitch daughter was an Allison. Perhaps it was one of the women he dated.
She was so wet she had to work to keep him from sliding out. She began to screw with him, and she was sure he was trying to thrust up inside her. Kevin's camera was still on, so she turned to face it. She tilted her head and brushed the hair from her face. She wanted to capture her facial expressions. She closed her eyes and pretended she and Mike were lovers. This was where it had led. This was who she'd become.
A hand pulled painfully at her hair and she was thrown aside. Kevin was st
anding over her partially dressed. "What in the hell are you doing?"
"I was just trying to have fun," she said meekly. Mike was sitting up, though his eyes remained closed.
"Lie back, Mike." Kevin gave him a nudge and the man did as he was told. "First of all," he said, "You might have woken him up. He's got no wad left to blow. Second, as long as we're together, I never want another man inside you. Is that clear?" She nodded her head. "All right, then, let's finish it."
Donna threw her arms around her boyfriend's waist. "Please, Kevin, don't kill him. I don't want to go to hell. You deserved to get kicked out of the bar that night. You were mean drunk. That's the only reason he got over on you. He couldn't take you in a fair fight. Please don't kill him, Kevin."
Her boyfriend looked as if she'd lost her mind. "Who said anything about a killing?"
"You said you were going to finish him." There was fear in her eyes.
"I meant finish up with him. How we leave him, with or without his clothes, that sort of thing. Tied or untied. Jesus, Donna, I don't have murder in my heart. I might be able to kill somebody in self defense, but not cold blooded like." He looked at her thoughtfully a moment. "I really felt he'd have a girl up here. Guys like him usually do."
"A girl would have been nice," she murmured, relieved there wouldn't be a killing.
"Come here. I want to show you something." He led her to a closed bedroom door and opened it. "It looks like a girls room, not a woman his own age, but what do I know? I thought his daughter lived out of town."
"She does. Maybe he rents to a student." The room was messy and smelled lived in. It was obviously a young woman's. They walked back out to the living room. "What are we going to do, Kevin?"
"I have an idea. I'll put the gag back in his mouth, and tie him back down on the table. Whoever finds him will have a nasty surprise." He couldn't help but smirk. "Not to mention his surprise."