by Audrey Drake
“Ohh... Ohh... Yes... Yes...”
Everything around her began to grow distant as her body began to catch aflame.
Without realizing it, she was on the ground.
They were kissing, scratching, seizing, fighting for dominance, claws digging into flesh, heat sizzling, straw flying, legs entwining, genitals rubbing, grinding, clambering for introduction.
He, of course, was the winner.
She let herself be pinned to the ground, her hands locked as though shackled to the floor, forced there by his huge, muscular arms, unable to wriggle them free had she wanted to, his legs atop hers, their weight securing her in place, their bodies millimeters away from that initial, glorious contact.
“Are you ready for this?” he whispered.
Ruth gave him a fierce, sexual gaze that was almost beyond her imagined capabilities, the sparks practically flying from her eyes, singeing him. “I want you to fuck me like the little Amish whore that I am...”
Jamarr smiled, then obliged gratefully.
Slowly, inch by inch by agonizing inch he slid inside.
Ruth's eyes grew wide. She began to moan as he stretched apart her pussy, cleaving open her body for the first time in her life, and with a weapon that was so fierce, so thick, so long, and so wonderful, she felt certain that her hole would never be whole again.
At last there was no more shaft to keep sliding.
He was inside.
“Ohhhhhhhh...” she whimpered. She thought her body would rip apart from the insertion.
Slowly, torturously, he pulled back out, a lovely, warm, wet suctioning slurp, her pussy begging his cock not to leave, but wanting him to all the same for the simple sake of re-entry, until finally he had removed himself almost completely, only the head of his cock still remaining within her folds, her insides burning, tingling, weeping over his absence. Her mind was wild, racing, all thoughts swirling around the simple, singular anticipation of his return. This was what had been denied her all these years? How could this be? It was hard to imagine anything more perfect and wonderful than this glorious lust of the flesh.
He eased himself back inside.
Once again she gasped, her fingers curling into his back as he sank into her body like quicksand, then suctioned back out again, then back in, then out, then in, gradually, serenely, establishing a sensual, maddening rhythm, dying for him to hump faster, but obsessed with the torture that his measured, perfect strokes were inflicting upon her.
“You like that babe?”
“Mmhmm,” she whispered, peering into his eyes.
He leaned down into her face, their lips meeting, and kissed her as they fucked, his ass rising and falling, rising and falling, his cock digging, scooping out, planting its spade deeper with each return, like some slow, hydraulic piston, smooth and warm and fuzzy and and perfect beyond all comparison.
When once again they pulled apart, she bit her lip, not quite daring to look him in the eyes.
He noticed.
“What's the matter babe?”
She barely dared to answer him, but mustered up the courage, and said “I want you to fuck me harder...” Her cheeks instantly burst forth a fierce crimson red from the admission.
He stopped, smiling, desiring to torture her a little bit before he obliged this time.
“How hard?” he asked.
“Hard,” she replied.
“How hard?” he repeated.
She thought for a moment.
“So hard that you fill me with your hot, wet cream, then churn my pussy into butter with your thick, veiny, succulent cock.”
He grinned, evidently surprised by the requested explicitness of her answer.
“You Amish girls aren't quite as vanilla as you're made out to be.”
“Not when we have a little chocolate in us...”
And she didn't need to say another word.
Gone were the days of tender, gentle, virginity-conscious thrusting. No more easy, sissified plunges in and out. Ruth's words had unleashed something of a monster within the man behind the cock.
He pulled himself out.
Viciously he seized hold of her legs, cramming them up over her, her head between her ankles, opening her wide, evoking a perfect, startled whimper.
He slid himself back in, giving her a few more careful thrusts just to get things started again, peeling in, out, in, out, at a rate adequate for building up friction.
Then he tore in.
Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom.
Ruth moaned, her eyes huge, doing her damnedest to suppress an outright scream, faintly remembering that she couldn't wake her family through the haze of delectable abuse, but otherwise growing hazily unaware of anything- the barn, the animals, the night air, her thoughts.
He pummeled her. His fat black cock shot like a piston in and out of her tight, greedy cunt, slapping wildly, flesh colliding with flesh, plowing into unknown depths, digging as deep as she imagined was possible, a real danger, she fantasized, of him bursting through to the other side somehow.
“OH, OH, OH, OH, OH GOD, OH GOD, OH GOD, OH GOD...”
Her twat made a soft, delectable, cushiony sound as he pummeled her juicy insides, his cock stuttering in and out of her so fucking fast it was practically a blur from the motion.
Klap, klap, klap, klap, klap, klap, klap, klap...
Their sweaty, sticky bodies made a glorious, slapping racket as he fucked her, their skin echoing like sonic bursts, sounding like a palm applied fiercely to her flesh, his ample nut-sack swinging angrily beneath his body as he jiggled, dancing back and forth between her angled thighs, bumping into her asshole, her entire being feeling like some glorious putty in his grip.
“OH FUCK, OH FUCK, OH FUCK, OH FUCK, OH FUCK, OH FUCK...” she chanted, surprised at her profanity, but not really caring all that much, the overwhelming sensation of the degradation too much for her to bear.
“Huh? Huh? You like that? Huh? You like that?” he said in return, apparently more sentient than she, still able as he was to complete a thought through his thrusting. He loved her agony, and fucked harder, deeper, faster for the thrill of it, his pelvis gyrating wildly, practically vibrating, their skin colliding more loudly than ever-
Klpklplpklpklpklpklpklpklpklplpklpklpklpklpklpklpklplpklpklpklpklpklpklpklplpklpklpklpklp...
“OHHHHHHHH, GOOOOOOOOODDDDDDD!”
WHAM!
He lodged himself as deep, as painfully, as wonderfully far back into her as he could muster, his cock practically poking through to daylight inside her body, pinning her legs as hard as he could to her face, her breath short, constricted, her heart beating with a vengeance, her mind going blank, her mouth clamping open in a silent, astonished gasp.
A pleasant, perfect, overwhelming burst of light was exploding up from between her legs, seeping from her pussy, and invading every inch of milky white flesh, her bones glowing, her tissue saturated with feeling, every nerve ending sizzling out, her body collapsing beneath the weight of her first ever man-made orgasm.
She felt the barn lights spinning, felt the air draining from her lungs, felt the sweat pouring in waterfalls from her body...
Felt Jamarr's molten flow unleashing like a volcanic eruption inside of her.
The cum flowed freely, gushing forth into her pussy, filling her with its hot, sticky wonder, gurgling over every inch of her insides, spilling out, far too much to contain as it was, dribbling down her flesh, seeping down along her body, dripping pleasantly into her asshole-
And here was where an idea came to her through the unfettered haze of climax.
When at last her body was done writhing, her spine finished bending, her pelvis ceasing its gyration, Jamarr pulled out of her, ejecting from his ejaculate with long, sticky threads of the stuff trying to pull him back as he extricated, then snapping back to Ruth and deciding on her pussy as their permanent home.
He released her legs, allowing them to settle painfully back down onto the ground, and cli
mbed back up onto her heaving chest, panting like a dog's, her body slippery as he glided back up toward her, planting his luscious black lips onto her own, trying his damnedest to attempt to breathe some small portion of life back into her.
“A-” she muttered between kisses. “A- A- A-”
He paused, hesitant to stop himself with the delightful grappling of her wet body, and tried to understand what she was saying. “You alright babe?”
“A- A- A- Anal...” she managed to mutter at long last.
“Anal?” he repeated, taken aback, surprised, almost, that she was even still breathing, much less that she was making this most excruciating and tantalizing of requests.
“Yes,” she confirmed, nodding her head.
“I... Um... Are you sure?”
“Yes... I want you fuck me in my tight asshole, using your big, black, luscious cock...” Such perversity! But she knew she may not have another chance like this for some time in the future, and her anal fixation was far too much for her not to indulge while she still had the opportunity.
Jamarr, for his part, was exhausted, but receiving a specific request by a woman for anal was too much of a rarity for him not to grant her her wish.
He blew air out of his mouth, considering, and whispered, “Your wish is my command... Just give me a minute or two to get recharged here...” He seized his cock in his hands and began to masturbate, stretching the skin of his half-flaccid member back, forth, back, forth, trying as quickly as he could to return it to its former glory, eager as he was to get it inside Ruth's secret cavern. Ruth for her part helped him out, taking his cock in her lips again after a few minutes, savoring the taste of his cum on the tip, rubbing her nipples as she sucked for his enjoyment.
Poor girl, he thought pitifully. Did she really know just what she was asking him for, to shove this monster, leviathan cock up her asshole? He decided he couldn't indulge her without at least making her fully aware of the dangers.
“Hey, uh... You know this is gonna hurt, right?”
She nodded with his cock still in her throat, not opening her eyes, focusing on the intensity that was about to be hers.
“I, uh... Do you have anything I can use as lubricant? Because, it's really gonna hurt like hell, otherwise...”
“Butter,” she whispered, still not removing his cock, but speaking around it.
“Butter?” he asked, a little surprised.
“Yes... Lots and lots of butter...”
That settled it, then.
Last Tango in Lancaster, it was.
A few minutes later, and Jamarr's cock had recovered itself to gargantuan proportions. Throbbing, veiny, ready for action, smothered with dairy for Ruth's derriere.
Ruth was bent over like an animal, ready to be mounted, her ass gleaming with a mixture of sweat and a generous slathering of butter of its own, firm and ripe and shiny and shimmering, the plump cheeks trembling with the prospect of her David being penetrated by his Goliath. The size difference, when viewed this clearly, between peg and hole, was staggering, and Ruth's body shivered at the beautiful prospect of her anal annihilation.
Jamarr moved in close, massaging her gently, rubbing his hands around her skin, caressing her ass, limbering her up for penetration. She whimpered as he began to stroke his cock slowly up and down between the cheeks of her ass, teasing, making her fully aware of his thickness, but so far electing to spare her the full force of his erection.
Ruth bit her lower lip as at last he dipped the tip of his dick inside, not yet burying himself in her, but readying for the plunge. Ruth's cheeks reflexively squeezed together around him.
He lowered himself inside.
Every. Single. Fucking. Agonizing. Inch.
“OHHHHHH!” she moaned, feeling as though something monstrous was inflating itself up her ass, stretching her out, tearing her apart, searing her body with pain. She tried to imagine this happening without the butter, and decided that she would have died in such a case, as even the oily, slimy crawl through this makeshift lubricant was agonizing beyond belief, causing her entire body to shake, her splayed knees to wobble, her fingers curl fiercely into the hay. As much as she wanted this, she honestly didn't know how much more of it she could take.
And then he started thrusting.
Gradually enough at first, as he had with her pussy, slow, measured, shlops in and out of her stinging body, careful and concerned for her well-being. It still hurt like hell, but it was at least manageable, she decided, and after all she had asked for it.
But then, of course, Jamarr took notice the instant she managed to steady her breathing, to even out her whimpering, and to actually begin to derive some enjoyment out of what was being done to her back there.
Almost instantly he decided that he'd granted her too much relief.
He tore in at full speed.
Ruth screamed.
She didn't care if the whole world heard her cries of tender agony.
She screamed as though her life depended on it, her lungs bursting, as Jamarr began to pummel her ass with absolute vigor, screwing, humping, fucking her like the filthy, no-good beast that she was, ramming his cock as furiously and intensely up her insides as he could manage, churning her like she never could have imagined, relentlessly, mercilessly, angrily, until she thought she would explode from the sensation.
And then she did.
The tortured agony slowly began to dissolve into an overwhelming, perverse pleasure, her weary, vulnerable body pulsing beneath his weight, her hair sweeping back and forth wildly across her face, her perfect tits flapping like pendulums from her chest, her ass jiggling like gelatin from rear impact, her entire body flying apart at its hinges, a feeling similar to before, but far, far, far more intense, fizzling throughout her entire being, burning her alive, sparks bursting, the entire barn vanishing from view, the perfection of immaculate anal orgasm sweeping her away like a leaf in the wind.
Everything, she decided, is better with butter.
Moments later she passed out in his arms, sticky and sweaty and exhausted, her innocence at last vanished forever, the seed of his sin still oozing gently down inside her body.
This place is more exciting than I thought, mused Jamarr, deciding not to think about any future implications of what they had just done, but enjoying the texture of this milky, defeated, deflowered virgin strewn carelessly across his chest, and dozing off peacefully into the pure blackness of an Amish country night.
The End
Lucid – Office Party
Chapter One
Today was doomsday for Lucy.
Exactly one week ago today she had been called into the office by her boss, whose name she could not remember for the life of her, but whom she affectionately/scornfully nicknamed Mr. Cock, and had been given an ultimatum. Her performance at this agency had been so dismal, so non-productive, so absolutely terrible that her boss had been given no choice but to threaten her with termination if her output did not improve. She had been given seven days- the weekend, and the entire following work week- to try and up her game with things, or else be thrown to the curb like so many bags of trash before her.
And Lucy had tried her damnedest to improve after this meeting.
She had come in on the weekend, slaving away at her desk while the office lay abandoned around her; she had spent her entire time on the clock trying to get work done instead of surfing the internet, playing games, or texting as she normally did, and this past evening she had even spent the night at the office, burning the midnight oil, trying desperately to carve a chunk out of the mountains of paperwork that threatened to topple over on her.
But alas- she had failed.
Every step forward that Lucy had made was counteracted by several steps backward, it seemed, as any time she tried to spend more than an hour or so on any one thing she would end up drifting off to sleep, and during these anxious periods of rest her mind scattered far and wide across the plains of her libido, giving her some of the most salacious, s
kin-tingling, spine-cringing erotic dreams she had ever had the pleasure of waking up to.
In the single week since the threat of firing, Lucy had found herself sleeping with her boss on the top floor of a skyscraper and falling through midair during climax. She'd had an unfathomable threesome with two sexpot space aliens, Yrag and Trebor, whose hydra-like, multi-headed cocks did things to her that would make a porn star blush (she'd later discovered that Yrag and Trebor were actually Gary and Robert, her co-workers, and that the two of them were actually a werewolf and a vampire, respectively. They later proceeded to fuck her splayed out across the conference room table, pounding her so hard she ended up howling at the moon.) She'd been seduced by the company's billionaire CEO Dick Trickledown, blindfolded and subjected to his kinky, sightless sex play. She'd had a lesbian rendezvous with her stepsister Allie- not really her stepsister, but in fact her co-worker, though later on she'd had a scandalous three-way with her step-son Derek, and again a couple of days later with the two of them reappearing as frigid cartoon parodies. She'd engaged in a wizard gangbang with the office's accountant, Rick, and his coven of magical perverts, her genitals magically replicated dozens of times around her body to allow for maximum, unthinkable penetration that was almost too much for her to handle. She'd been kissed and caressed by her masseuse Lily in a garden of paradise as the two of them awaited the arrival of the first man to come and penetrate them both- which also happened later on following their serpentine humping. She'd been hogtied and hung from a ceiling, subjected to every manner of erotic torture conceivable by some anonymous, leather-bound, well-hung gimp, bound, whipped, electrocuted, and mechanically pummeled until she thought her body would fall apart from the masochism. And finally she'd been kidnapped by an evil king, really her boss in disguise, and almost rescued by a knight in shining armor- Jerry the janitor, she later discovered, before instead abandoning his salvation for a far more titillating knight-king-Lucy threesome on the floor of the castle.
But every one of these dreams had stood as nothing more than a distraction from the job that was at hand, driving her further and further away from her goals, until at last the week was up, and Lucy faced the imminent prospect of termination for her inability to evade this overabundance of coworker-related sex dreams.