by Audrey Drake
Garrett butted in at one point, and Leslie wasn’t sure exactly what he wanted until he started configuring people. Willa was on her hands and knees, taking it from behind by the guy with the enormous shaft, and though Garrett kept turning to watch with interest, he had his own plans. He drew Leslie to her knees and moved in behind her while motioning for Ethan to get in front of her. Over her shoulder, he told Ethan in a gravelly voice, “I’m priming her, and when I’m done I want you to take her and do her while I come on her back.”
Ethan hesitated, looking at Leslie as if asking permission, and she didn’t want questions. She grabbed his shoulders, yanked him forward, and kissed him so deeply she felt like she could taste his arousal waiting to spill out. She didn’t care what Garrett meant by ‘priming’; she just wanted Ethan, and she’d take him any way she could get him.
“Don’t start yet,” she heard a gruff female voice say. It was the girl who’d grabbed her ass, and Leslie waited perfectly still as the girl straddled her and gave Garrett a nod. Garrett reached around and held them both under the arms as he slid his cock back and forth over Leslie’s folds. She was already covered in cream, and as the woman rode her, coming on her stomach and suckling at her breasts, Leslie couldn’t stop her own moisture from squirting from her body.
Ethan’s expression showed his strain for self-control, and Leslie practically threw the woman off, reaching out to him. She stroked his cock and kissed him like he was the only thing that would wet her parched mouth. Garrett grunted and pulled back, and Ethan was there, driving into her. His thrust made her scream, and she heard Willa cry out at the same time. Leslie turned her head and saw that her friend was watching, and as Ethan lay back to let Leslie ride, she cupped her own breasts and massaged them, enjoying the way Willa and someone else from the other group moaned in response.
But she felt too far removed from Ethan and leaned down to brush her breasts over his chest as he pumped into her over and over. She felt Garrett’s release warm on her back, coming in spurts, and she came again, squeezing and convulsing around Ethan’s already quivering shaft. He grabbed her around the neck and brought her in for a kiss, stopping to tell her through clenched teeth, “I can’t hold much longer, but this doesn’t end tonight.”
Again, the words caused an epic explosion, and Ethan came with her, screaming her name. Leslie couldn’t believe the turn of events as she crashed back to earth and collapsed on top of him. She simply lay there and let him stroke her hair, the two of them exhausted, until the gamekeeper called time. Slowly, they peeled apart, and all of them were led to a showering room.
Dressed and refreshed, Leslie stepped outside and found the whole group, including Shayne and Tyler, coming back together again. She was a bit nervous about talking to Ethan, but he approached her first with a boyish grin. He took her hand and held it up in the air, threading their fingers together as he looked at it with a strange expression. “Look, I know tonight’s been crazy, so if I’m off my rocker, you can tell me. We might have said some things in the heat of the moment, but I was sort of hoping you would have dinner with me sometime this week.”
Leslie raised an eyebrow at him. “That depends. I’m not looking for wining and dining. I don’t want you to blow me off after a round or two.”
He shook his head. “No, that’s not the plan. I think I’ve outgrown that desire. Tonight sort of opened my eyes.”
Leslie smiled at him. “Then I would love to have dinner with you.” She nodded toward the others, who were exiting the park. “Are we ready to get out of here?”
He kissed her one more time, and then he nodded. “Let’s go.”
The End
Thrill Sex Park - The Complete Short Story Series
A Secret New Toy: Turning On
Chapter One
The two of them kissed passionately, smearing one another across their faces, licking each other's lips, smothering their noses in one another's cheeks. Dalton running his nimble fingers up and down along her slick, perfect body, Chasidy arching back her head every so often at the pleasure of his touch, needing to come up for air before dipping right back down in again for a second helping. They groped like teenagers, winding and entwining their limbs, grinding their still-clothed groins up against one another's bodies. Chasidy slid her hand down into Dalton's shorts and seized hold of his manhood, surprised and delighted as even in his only partially excited state she found herself scarcely able to wrap her fingers around his girth.
“God really knew what he was doing when he made man...” she spoke in to his lips. She made several agonizingly long, slow strokes of him down below, and was gratified by the fact of his pulling away from her lips with pleasure this time.
“But by the time he got to woman,” he spoke back, and sunk his hand into her panties. “He'd had the art of it mastered...” He began playing with her, caressing her gently between the legs, causing her own manual games to slow to a halt from distraction. “I really admire His use of negative space...”
The two of them rolled around like idiots for several more minutes, still fully draped in their underwear, twisting the rope of the silk sheets into an unruly knot around their bodies, and binding them together into a sweaty hold that was practically inescapable. It took several more minutes of rubbing, touching, squeezing, and caressing before they managed to gradually unwind their way out of this self-induced trap, and when they did they mutually decided that their bedspread had become mussed up far beyond repair. With abandon they kicked the rumpled sheets from their playfield and settled for rolling around on the bed bareback, at a state of arousal that would now make the confines of blankets prohibitive anyway.
Dalton sprawled his body overtop of Chasidy, kissing the back of her neck and shoulder blades as he lay on her. She loved the crush of his mass, the heat of his wet skin bearing down on her, the drip of sweat drops beading down from his own body and sliding down hers. He began seductively massaging her shoulders, easing up the tension in her limbs, all the while pecking her repeatedly on the neck. As though just happening to do so while he was at it he unhooked her bra from the back, sliding the straps halfway down her torso, and continued massaging her shoulders for a while. Eventually he raised himself up enough for her to roll over, the bra still covering her modesty by the aid of gravity alone. She gave him a coy smile, and slid it down just enough to avoid revealing her nipples. He bowed back down and began kissing each breast, massaging them both as he did so. She let out a long sigh and then giggled, pushing his head off of her body and then finally throwing the bra into his face, but still creating a censor bar across herself with one arm.
He grinned, clearly accepting the challenge to his conquest. He began to tickle her stomach with both hands, making her giggle, striking playfully back at him to try and get him to stop with her one free arm. He lunged a hand back down into her panties, however, and she shrieked, forced at last to pull her hand away to try half-heartedly to stop this foreign invasion. Her breasts fully exposed to him now she reached down and tried to pull his arm away, not really wanting to succeed, but hoping that her stubbornness would make him all the more adamant in his efforts at pleasuring her. After a few feeble tugs she gave up, feeling his fingers digging deep into the moist place between her legs, and instead of pulling away she guided him, forcing him deeper, causing him to hit the exact spots she wanted him to. He cupped his other hand onto a breast and began caressing her again, causing her to tremble with the combined manipulation of her erogenous zones.
Soon he brought his hand away, and carefully he peeled away her underwear, curling them up her angled thighs and back down along her shins, at last letting her pick them from her feet with her painted toes, and toss them down onto the floor alongside the discarded sheets. She wrapped both of her legs around his muscular body, imprisoning him, as he knelt down with his head between her thighs and began lapping away slowly at his meal, both of them savouring every taste. Chasidy began to moan, arching her spine back and forth against the shee
ts with the bobbing of his head against her loins, feeling the warmth and the dissolution of reality humming pleasantly up along her from the center of her being.
“Oh... Oh... Oh... Oh God... Oh God, why are you so good at this?”
“I've always had exquisite taste,” he said into her briefly between licks, his eyes peering naughtily up at her.
“Just shut up and eat me,” she groaned, twisting her torso from side to side in anguished, non-concentrated pleasure. She felt her body sparkling away into orgasm, even before the main course had been served. For a moment she lost herself on that otherworldly plane of sensation, her eyes wide, then closed, and then the world disappearing, and then fading back with the realization that she'd been moaning her lungs out, embarrassingly loud perhaps, but she did not quiet with the return of her consciousness. She grabbed hold of Dalton's head and forced it roughly into her, not letting him withdraw until he'd lapped up every drop of her ecstasy.
At last it stopped, fading away into a memory, and she drifted back gently onto the bed, her cries of passion subsiding, letting Dalton pull away and massage the kink-induced kink in his neck.
“God,” said Chasidy, but had no follow-up.
This was just the beginning.
“You still hungry?” he asked, knowing full well what the answer would be.
“Starving,” said Chasidy, her hunger for this man practically insatiable, and capable as she was of withstanding multiple rounds of pelvis-devouring orgasms in even the briefest of time periods.
“Then let me feed you,” he said, and down came the shorts.
Even having been with him for months, Dalton's size still never failed to astonish her. He was huge- both long and thick, so much so that often the mere sight of his member through a lump in his jeans was enough to set her pelvis aquiver with anticipation. Right now she felt her entire lower half break out in a sweat, her inner sanctum glowing alight with heat, suddenly starving for his presence despite having just ambled down from climax. That had been nothing compared to the generous helping of manhood she was about to receive.
Chasidy licked her lips like an animal, feeling silly, but unable to help herself.
“You're such a little slut,” he whispered to her, and slowly, tantalizingly, torturously, he began to rub his massive cock in between the cheeks of her backside, not penetrating, but sliding his blade up, down, up, down, causing her to cringe with un-bestowed desire. “You'll do anything just to get this thing inside you.”
“Anything you want,” she gasped, barely able to speak, wanting his dick between her legs like a drowning man wants oxygen.
“Prove it,” he said, pulling away, angling his body back so that she stared straight into the veiny barrel of his loaded gun.
“Anything you want,” she repeated.
She took a long, slow lick of his shaft, and heard him breathe in hard. She smiled, knowing that even with her powerlessness to his pleasure, Dalton himself was not above the intense, stupefying titillation she felt from her insatiability. She licked him, several more times and from several more angles, then gave him a few long pumps up and down manually. He leaned back his head, sighing, and let her continue for a few minutes. He was sooooo long... It made her arm tired just managing to make it from one end of a stroke to the other. But she loved the feeling of his skin deforming and resizing itself between her fingers, loved the sensation of his erection growing harder, firmer, even longer in her grip.
More of him to fuck her with.
Without warning, he grabbed hold of her head, forcing her to reciprocate orally on him before he'd give her what she wanted. Chasidy loved the downright challenge of trying to swallow this man. It was a stretch even to get her lips around him, but getting her face all the way up along him to the point of his pelvis was truly a feat worthy of applause.
Up. Down. Up. Down. In. Out. In. Out.
She loved it as he slithered his way further and further down her gullet, causing her breath to become more and more laboured, her gag reflex to grow closer and closer to being overpowering. She loved the slick, gooey lubrication she was covering him with, accumulating in thick, sticky tendrils every time he pulled himself back out of her. She loved the streams of saliva trickling out from the corners of her mouth, flooding down across her chin, draining away her dignity, and transforming herself into something less than human, animalistic- a carnal, reckless, undignified slave to the most primal of her instincts.
“Little fucking whore,” Dalton breathed down at her, to put it more succinctly, and Chasidy couldn't suppress a laugh, his cock still presiding somewhere halfway down along her throat. “Did I say you could laugh?” he asked, and wham. Her head was all the way up against his flesh, pressed up into his skin. He held her there for several seconds, hearing her gag, feeling her fingers curl fiercely into the flesh of his buttocks. They were totally in sync on one another's limits, of course. Both knew precisely how much the other could withstand, and always during sex strove to push that boundary just another inch further. Even as she drowned in him, feeling the air drain out from her lungs, she loved every ounce of brilliant torture he was inflicting upon her, the full toll she must pay in order to gain access to this monster for her own purposes.
At last he let her go.
With a gasp she pulled away, several long strains of spittle dripping down from his perfect organ, snapping, and drizzling down across her naked, gleaming breasts.
“You're a hungry little girl, aren't you?” he said, and with her chest heaving she nodded, looking him unflinchingly in the eyes, speckles of saliva somehow having made their way into her fluttering eyelashes, her cheeks a surprising shade of scarlet from this perfect humiliation. “I guess you want me to fuck you now, don't you? Like the little whore you are.”
She nodded again.
“Say it.”
“I want you to fuck me, like the little fucking whore I am.”
“How?”
“I want you to stick your cock up my pussy, and pound me all night long.”
“How?”
“Hard.”
And, at last, he obliged.
He ploughed inside her. Cleaving her in two at the center, stretching the boundaries of her womanhood to an extent that was not at all disagreeable to her liking. She gasped. He placed his hands on her breasts, exploring their surfaces tentatively with his fingers, twiddling the nipples. He made a slow, calculated glide out of her. Slow, measured re-entry, inching deeper and deeper along inside her, at last pressed all the way as far as he could go up inside, holding himself pressed there for several seconds, forcing Chasidy to hold in her breath lest she should explode into a ferocious moan of pleasure.
She thought she would come again now if he stayed there long enough.
He eased himself slowly back out, then slowly back in again, several times back and forth, as deeply and as severely each time, but taking shorter pauses with each complete extension than before. Her breaths matched his thrusts, inhaling oxygen and his cock in the same gulp, and exhaling them both simultaneously. She was bracing herself for what was about to come.
He tore in.
It was relentless, now.
Chasidy felt herself losing control, felt herself completely overpowered by the pounding of her insides by this perfect specimen of a man. God... It was so intense, this droning, repetitive slapping of flesh against flash, this fast, rhythmic, plunging of his spear into her flesh, penetrating and then making her hole whole again, her arousal so intense she thought she must be splashing at the waist every time he came into her for collision. The stretching of herself so tightly around him, the contraction between the normal size of her opening with its extent in consideration of his insertion...
How the hell had she ever been so lucky?
How the hell could anything in the world exist outside of this perfect sensation?
He pummelled away, driving her to moans, blinding her with the oncoming excitement of his train wreck.
She felt hersel
f shutting off the world once again. Felt everything go dark save the slapping of his waist against hers, the angry thrusting of his snake into her apple, the penetration of his rock-hard erection into her deepest sanctum.
Here it was.
The cocooning of her body in pleasure.
The glow of her soul so intense that it seeped through her skin, evaporating up into the air and leaving her squirming with ecstasy.
The explosion of being that was the origin of all mankind.
She felt the hot flow of volcanic magma gushing deep into her body, filling her up to her brim, oozing down along about her insides, amplifying her own spiral into orgasm with its synchronicity.
Wham.
She hit the ground, hard, so intensely that it knocked the breath out of her. Blackened her vision, and left her seeing stars for a long, dreamy moment. It was unclear when the moment of climax ended and where reality began again, or whether she had remained there forever, her soul imprisoned by passion, leaving her body behind on Earth to remain entangled in Dalton's arms for eternity.
Chapter Two
At last she awoke.
Dalton had at some point made the transition out from inside of her, but still remained sprawled on top of her- his member still feeling surprisingly developed for all that it had just accomplished within her body, poking up against her waist as they stared dreamily into one another's eyes. He kissed her, a sweaty, beautiful, dripping kiss, pulling one another's lips away from their gums as though trying to slurp each other up. They decided that this was good, and continued to explore one another's mouths, groping one another's slick, shrivelled, sex-beaten bodies despite their complete and mutual exhaustion.