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  She ran a hand over her belly and between her legs, spreading her legs apart as she did. She pushed two, then three fingers into her pussy. She couldn’t believe how easily they went in. She slid her other hand beneath her and worked a couple of fingers into her asshole. The oil made penetrating her ass seem effortless.

  She closed her eyes and rested her head against the back of the tub, luxuriating in the smooth caress of the oil. It felt so relaxing, like she was being held down by a gentle force. There was a weight to the oil not present in water, but a weight that gave her a strange sort of comfort.

  She fingered her pussy and her ass, unaware of how many fingers she used on each, not really caring. It felt too good.

  She was nearly lost in orgasmic bliss when she heard the front door open downstairs and Mark calling out to her.

  “Up here,” she called back.

  A moment later he came into the bedroom. He knocked on the bathroom door.

  “Don’t come in,” she said. “I want you to take off your clothes and climb into bed.”

  She could hear him move away from the bathroom door. She waited for his response to the plastic covering the bed.

  “Honey, there’s plastic on the bed,” he said in a confused tone.

  “Just get naked and lie down on it,” she called back to him.

  She stood up, watching as the oil ran down her body in thick rivulets. She felt like a candle, with the oil representing melting wax. She ran her hands up her slick belly and over her shiny-slick tits. Her nipples were slick little points now, sensitive to the touch. She captured them between the thumb and forefinger of each hand and twirled them between her slippery fingers, tugging on them until they stood out swollen and proud.

  She opened the bathroom door. Mark was lying naked on the bed, looking her way. She caught a glimpse of herself as she passed before the mirror. She looked like something out of a horror movie, hair plastered to her face, oil running down her body, and the candlelight flickering on her glistening skin.

  “Wow,” Mark said with sexual reverence.

  She crossed the room and climbed onto the bed, straddling him, her knees slipping against the plastic bed covering on either side of him.

  He ran his hands over her hips, sliding them across her oily smooth skin, moving up to her breasts, one of which he cupped in each hand. He ran his thumbs around her slick nipples, then pressed down, enjoying the way each slippery nipple bent beneath the pressure.

  She slid her ass back until her well-lubricated pussy met the tip of his cock. Her hard, slick nipples pressed against his chest as she leaned down to kiss him.

  He cupped her oily ass cheeks in his hands, then brought them around to grip her slick waist, holding on as best as he could.

  “I can’t believe this,” he said, still in awe.

  “I’m your well-oiled fuck machine,” she said. “All my parts are lubed for easy entry.”

  “Yeah,” he groaned, thrusting his hip at her, sending his thick cock deep into the confines of her slick-as-hot-butter pussy.

  He held tight, his fingers slipping and sliding against her skin as he began to thrust in and out of her.

  “You like that?” she asked in a teasing tone.

  “Does that even require an answer?” he replied.

  The only sounds filling the room for the next several minutes were the sounds of their bodies colliding with wet smacks and the combined sound of their soft moans and heavy panting.

  Amanda came up off Mark’s cock suddenly, and when she dropped down again, it was her warm, tight asshole his cock slid into.

  “Jesus…” he said, following it up with a deep, guttural groan that seemed to swell until it engulfed them.

  He couldn’t believe how easily her ass had swallowed his dick. His cock had, without any resistance whatsoever, filled her ass as easily as it penetrated her pussy. The tight, slick heat surrounding his cock was almost an instant orgasm. He had to focus on something of a nonsexual nature to keep from delivering a shot of cum this early in the game.

  “Baby…” he cautioned.

  She wasn’t making it easy. She rode his cock like a wild woman, bouncing up and down, rotating her hips and squeezing her tight anal muscles around his swollen cock. The oil heated with the friction of their bodies and the ride was smooth.

  He lifted her up and rolled her onto her back. She drew her knees up and let them fall open. The oil-slickened folds of her pussy lay open, exposing the glistening pink wink of her eager pussy. He pressed two fingers inside her and found that she could easily take two more.

  She rocked her hips at him, working her slick cunt up and down on all four fingers, lifting her ass off the plastic sheet as she raised herself off his fingers, dropping down hard as she plunged all the way down on them again. He turned his hand slightly and applied pressure to her clit with his thumb, working the swollen little nub free of its hood.

  She sucked in a gulp of air and her belly quivered from the pleasure his fingers gave her. He pushed them in deep, curling them to press the spot behind her clitoris. She raised her ass off the plastic sheet and cried out as the first waves of orgasm shot through her body.

  Her muscles tensed and her thighs shook as she pushed herself against his fingers. He closed them inside her, making a fist, and her pussy, slippery as it was, went over his entire hand. She found herself drawn into down into a chasm of exploding colors so deep she thought she might never come back from it.

  She fell way from Mark, gasping and panting, every nerve ending on fire, the pleasure center in her mind overloaded to the point where she thought she might simply black out.

  Mark knelt between her widespread legs, running his hands over her greasy belly, up to her oil-drenched tits. He squeezed the soft, slippery mounds of creamy flesh in his hands, pushing them together as he moved up to slide his dick between them.

  She held her tits in place as he dropped his hands to the mattress for support and raised his ass for the first stroke.

  “Come on, fuck those tits, baby,” she said.

  He pumped his hips, sending the full length of his cock through her slick cleavage. The head of his dick bumped her chin. She opened her mouth and ran her tongue around it.

  He pulled back and then slid his cock between her tits up again, this time pushing it into her mouth. The angle was awkward for taking his cock in her mouth, so Amanda raised up to rest her back against the headboard.

  Mark grabbed the headboard to support himself as he began to fuck his wife’s beautiful tits. His cock was now slick with oil too. It moved easily between Amanda’s boobs. She ran her tongue around the head of his cock each time it peeked up from between her tits, occasionally letting a good portion of his meat slip into her mouth, where she would trap it and suck.

  “Oh, yeah, suck it,” Mark moaned.

  Amanda tightened her lips on his cock and sucked hard. Mark slowly pulled back, drawing his cock from the wet suction of her mouth and back through the slick valley between her tits.

  She wrapped a hand around his cock and lifted it, bringing it over to slap it against one nipple, then over to the other. She leaned up and took him into her mouth again, running her hand up and down the length of his greasy cock as she concentrated her efforts on the swollen knob.

  She teased the sensitive rim of his cock head with her tongue and nibbled at the tip, then she sucked hard on it, her fingers tightening on his slick meat as she jerked his thick shaft.

  “Wanna come?” she asked, breathing heavy, pulling his cock faster, letting the tip of it just barely touch her lower lip.

  “Not yet,” he said.

  He could have. He was that close. Another ten seconds of her hand, another couple of swipes of her tongue, and it would have happened.

  He pulled away and moved down to kneel at her feet. She smiled knowingly. This was one of his kinky little fetishes.

  His dick stood up hard and needy, the thick veins running along his shaft pulsing with the flow of blood, his bal
ls swollen with cum.

  She turned her feet sideways and trapped his dick between the oily soles of them, squeezing his cock between them until the head of it turned crimson and seemed about ready to explode.

  “You like that?” she asked teasingly.

  “Yeah,” he groaned.

  She began to slide her feet up and down on his cock, curling her totes around it as she did. He grabbed her ankles, one in each hand, and took control, moving her feet up and down, quickening the pace.

  “Come on my feet,” she urged, though it wasn’t necessary because he intended to do just that.

  She pulled one foot away and slipped it between his legs, pressing her toes up against the underside of his balls. She put her other foot against his cock and pushed it against his belly, trapping his dick between her big toe and second toe, and then she started working both feet in unison, stroking his cock and massaging his balls until he thought he would pass out from the sheer oily pleasure of it.

  He took her by the ankles and pressed her feet around both sides of his shaft, pressing hard to keep up the pressure as he began to rock his hips, sliding his slippery cock back and forth between the bottoms of his feet.

  Amanda raised up, resting her weight on her elbows, watching with casual curiosity as he fucked her feet. She never really understood that particular fetish, but it turned Mark on, so she was willing to indulge him.

  As Mark fucked her feet, Amanda lifted one of her tits and flicked the tip of her tongue around the nipple, then she took it in her mouth and began sucking on it. That was another thing that turned him on, watching her suck her own tits. That was fine by her. She liked doing it. She liked feeling her nipple in her mouth, especially like this, all hard and slippery.

  She pumped her feet as he clung tight to her ankles, and between the two of them, her feet moved so fast on his cock it was almost a blur. His wrists beat a steady rhythm against his thighs. He closed his eyes, letting the sensation of her smooth, oily feet take him closer to the edge.

  “Not long,” he said through clenched teeth.

  She raised herself a little more, preparing for what she knew would happen next. The first shot of cum never landed on her feet. She’d done this enough times to know how far it would go and how to control where it landed. If she raised up just so, his cum would splash her tits; if she sank down low enough and opened her mouth, she could catch it on her tongue.

  She wanted it all over her tits now.

  “Come on,” she encouraged, rubbing a hand over her tits and pinching her nipples.

  He liked to hear her talk. She didn’t have to say much. The sound of her voice when he was on the verge of climax was enough to take him there.

  “Ohhhh,” he groaned, forcing his cock between her feet one last time and holding his position as a thick spurt of cum erupted from his cock, making a high arc that reached all the way to her tits.

  She liked the way it felt splashing her skin. It was warm and as slick as the oil that covered her. She watched it run down between her breasts, making a beeline for her belly.

  Mark’s cock jerked again, sending another creamy splash of cum to join the first, and the little trail of cum on its way to her belly became a flowing river of semen.

  She ran her fingers through the smooth white cream and stuck them into her mouth, smiling up at him as she made a production of drawing the fingers from her mouth, sucking the cum from them.

  He was still coming, only now it was running all over her feet.

  She smeared his cum around the head of his cock, then sat up to lick it off. She teased his sticky wet cock with her tongue, then took the head of it in her mouth and sucked gently, still flicking her tongue against the tip.

  He brushed her hair from her face so he could watch. She tilted her eyes up at him as she took his cock deeper into her mouth. With one hand she stroked his balls, with her other hand she stroked his shaft, all the while keeping her mouth and tongue working on him.

  There wasn’t time for his cock to get soft. She knew how to keep him rock solid, even after he’d been thoroughly satisfied. After all the years she’d been sucking his cock, she knew all the right spots to lick, exactly what kind of pressure to exert, and where to do it.

  It wasn’t long before she had him on the edge and moaning again, but she stopped suddenly, leaving him with a confused look on his face.

  “Follow me,” she said, sliding off the bed and going into the bathroom.

  He hurried after her, and by the time he reached her, she was already sinking down into the tub of oil. He grinned and climbed in after her.

  She opened her legs wide as he settled between them. She reached down and gripped his cock, tugging him to her, raising her ass just enough to get his cock into her pussy.

  He pressed his hands flat against the bottom of the tub and slowly rocked his hips, sinking his dick to the hilt. He withdrew just as slowly, bringing the head of his cock to rest just inside her, then he entered her again, making her shudder with pleasure as he filled her.

  The oil rolled across their bodies in thick lapping waves as he increased the tempo of his thrusts, pushing his cock in and out of her. Her ass slid across the bottom of the tub with every thrust.

  He slipped out of her pussy, and in his haste to get back inside her, he slid his cock up her ass. She gasped sharply, then groaned as his cock filled her bottom. The unexpected penetration sent shockwaves through her. She tried to wrap her legs around him and sank deeper into the oil.

  He pulled out of her and got on his knees, groping her slippery waist to raise her up and turn her around. She held tight to the front of the tub as he slid his cock back into her ass and started pumping.

  His balls slapped heavily against her pussy. He sank his cock all the way into her and came all the way out again, each stroke stretching and filling her pussy. Oil pushed into her pussy with each thrust of his cock, washing up inside her and creating a smooth, warm sensation that drove her insane with pleasure.

  She pumped her ass against him, trembling as his cock came out of her and went in again. Her breathing quickened. She wanted the glorious release she knew this climax would bring, but she wanted to prolong the build up as well.

  Mark held her tight around her waist. She looked back at him and saw that his eyes were closed in that deep concentration he always got when he was trying to let it end too soon.

  “Don’t hold back,” she said. “I want you to come for me.”

  “Yeah?”

  “Yeah, I’m ready. I want us to come together.”

  He fucked her harder as he reached around to rub his fingers against her clit. She pushed her ass against him and started to grind, trapping his cock deep inside her pussy.

  “Shit, babe, I’m so close now…”

  “Come for me,” she panted.

  “Now,” he groaned, and as he pushed into her one final time, his knees slid across the bottom of the tub and he fell backward, his arms groping for the sides of the tub as his cock slipped out of her pussy.

  The sudden departure of his cock and all the noise Mark made as he toppled backward caused Amanda to turn sharply to see what the problem was, and when she did, her hands slipped off the bathtub and she fell forward, cracking her head against the faucet.

  Despite his fall, Mark was coming. Amanda saw the cum spurting from his cock even through the hazy cloud the blow to her head had caused. She scooted toward him, moving as if she were drunk, and took his cock in one hand, jerking him off as she took him in her mouth to finish him off.

  The look of stunned confusion on his face was priceless. Amanda tried hard not to laugh, but she felt her smile spreading across her face even as she bit her lip to stop it.

  Suddenly she broke into a fit of laughter. Mark looked momentarily chagrined, and then he was laughing with her as she fell on top of him and they let the bathtub full of oil take them under.

  So Rachel

  I let myself into an empty house. The hardwood floors echoed under
my feet. The silence was overwhelming as I tried to take it all in.

  This was so Rachel.

  Everything had to be a big production with her.

  The first time we’d made love, just shortly after meeting at one of those parties no one truly wants to attend, she’d taken me to her place for a night of over-the-top lovemaking. All candles and champagne and passion.

  So Rachel.

  Her hair, jet black and long, fell over me as she climbed on top of me and kissed her way down. Her pale skin caressed me, her hard dark nipples dragged across my skin, giving me goose bumps. She took my cock into her mouth and licked every inch of its hard flesh. She drew it deep into her mouth, hands and tongue working together to bring me to a climax I thought would never be topped.

  So Rachel.

  She sat up and guided me into her, sliding down on me, the smooth heat of her enveloping me as she moved up and down, pale breasts dangling in my face. She kept at me until I came again and again, even when I thought it would be impossible to go another round.

  One transgression on my part.

  In the bedroom, written on the mirror in pink lipstick: I hope she was worth it.

  So dramatic.

  So Rachel.

  Lying on the floor, a pair of silky panties. I picked them up, held them to my face, and inhaled the aroma.

  So Rachel.

  She’d left the panties behind on purpose, you could bet money on that.

  Everything Rachel did came with a blueprint. Everything she did was intense.

  Everything she did was… so Rachel.

  The End

  ABOUT CARL HOSE

  Carl Hose is a writer whose work has appeared in the zombie horror anthology Cold Storage, which he co-edited. He has also had work published in DeathGrip: It Came from the Cinema and DeathGrip: Exit Laughing, as well as three issues of Lighthouse Digest. Carl's adult credits include fiction in Bi-Times and Swinging Times. Carl has upcoming fiction in Champagne Shivers and nonfiction in The Blue Review. He lives in St. Louis, Missouriwith his wife and four kids. When he isn't writing, Carl can be found playing guitar and singing off key in a little outfit called JoachimCreek.

 

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