Flesh and Bone

by Ronica Black

“I’m ready.”

  With a tilted grin Broderick flipped the first of numerous switches and Eve instantly felt the buzz on her nipples. Another chill swept over her as her breasts bunched and puckered. Then Broderick hit another switch and more buzzing vibrated her clit. Eve gripped the handlebars and moved her hips, the buzzing intense.

  “It’s too much,” she said, wanting to strip it off. But Broderick slowed the speed and Eve sighed and her back relaxed. She closed her eyes as the buzzing spread outward from her clit, sending pings of pleasure through her body. She moaned in deep delight and thought how very much she’d like to have one of these for home.

  Broderick seemed to sense her growing pleasure and slowed it down even more. Eve opened her eyes in protest, but Broderick only smiled and fingered another switch. A deep groan escaped Eve’s tightening throat as both the dildo and the anal probe were pushed into her fully. Her toes curled and her abdomen tightened. Strange cramps burned in the muscles just above her knees.

  Broderick cooed to her, encouraging her to relax. She switched on another button, and this time vibrations reverberated throughout the entire saddle. Eve clung to the handlebars, and with every minuscule movement of the vibrations, both phalluses settled further in her.

  She began to groan softly, in short, small grunts. To her surprise, the anal phallus began to please her before the dildo. The pressure and vibration of it stirred her in ways she had trouble describing. Deeper, it seemed, and more guttural and animalistic. Touching her and reaching her in a place that caused almost silly, childlike responses. It was pure pleasure in its most human, primitive form.

  And then she felt the dildo as the seat began to slide back and forth. It impaled her with its fullness, hot and firm. Back and forth and back and forth. Her pussy tightened around it, held it secure, her wet tissue clinging and clamping. The vibrations hummed and buzzed through her and then came back down, her crotch the focal point. Her noises grew in length and in sound, in rhythm with the back-and-forth motion of the saddle.

  Broderick watched with what could only be voyeuristic delight. Her eyes glistened, her skin glowed, and she breathed sporadically with her lips full and parted. She held the metal box securely, her fingers moving as if deciphering Braille, her sight unnecessary.

  With a quick inhalation, she flicked her finger, and the clamp on Eve’s clitoris buzzed stronger, sending her into a mad frenzy of jerks and groans. Eyes closed tightly, she wrung the handlebars and flexed her legs in the stirrups.

  Pleasurable heat pulsed from her clit, vagina, and anus. In powerful waves, in all shapes and sizes, forming from different sensations. Vibration, penetration, friction, pressure, fullness, and motion. All of it saturating her nerve endings relentlessly, rocketing to every inch of her body and drowning her brain in sugary, thick ecstasy.

  She called out, control of her body darting away from her. “It’s coming. It’s coming fast.” She squinted and bit her lower lip, trying desperately to slow the oncoming climax. This mesh of sensations was so good she wanted it to last. It was the evolution of pleasure, a great clay ball of all different colors, formed by hand. It was rolling through her now, so fast. So damn fast.

  “Mmm, God. Ah God. It’s coming.”

  “Just say the word and it’s yours,” Broderick said.

  Eve struggled for breath, for words. Her mind worked hard, submerged in the liquid pleasure. She had it all now. Right now. Between her legs and pinching her nipples. There was only one thing missing.

  She spoke. “I want you. I want you to feel it with me.”

  Broderick stood very still, her glistening eyes softening with thought. Her fingers finally moved, slowing first the clit clamp and then the vibration of her saddle. Eve’s bones tingled, and she loosened her grip and fell limp into the rhythm of the back-and-forth sliding of the saddle.

  Her heart stuttered along hurriedly in her chest and she breathed deeply to slow it. Broderick lowered the box and moved one of the large overstuffed chairs. She grunted as she pushed it into place right across from Eve. Then with eyes fastened to Eve, she began to slowly undress. She started with her tank top, slipping it off over her head. Her breasts were small with large, thick, dark nipples. They clustered as if caressed by the air. Next she lowered her jeans and tossed them aside, leaving her completely nude except for a pair of white Calvin Klein boxer briefs. Her hands eased into the sides and slid them down and off.

  Eve swept over her with her gaze, loving how toned and muscular she was with strong, curved legs, abs that looked pinched in from the sides, and hard arms and shoulders.

  “Yes,” Eve said. “Yes.”

  Broderick bent and retrieved three more cords. She plugged them in quickly and dug in the plastic stack of drawers. Her back and shoulders flexed as she screwed on the chosen clamps. Her ass had the carved look of a sculpture, with a scooped indention in the side of each cheek. Her ass was paler than the rest of her.

  With the clamps connected, Broderick moved back to the chair and sat, the cords sliding across the floor with her. Eve watched closely, swaying with the saddle, deftly controlling her breathing and her pleasure by slightly lifting herself in the stirrups each time it tried to build.

  She found Broderick enticingly beautiful, and a rush of lust flooded her body when her host spread her legs over the thick armrests, exposing her dark, neatly trimmed center. Wetness reflected the low light and Eve licked her lips as Broderick opened herself further with her fingers and attached the clamp. Her abs tightened from the new pressure and she then attached the remaining two to her nipples. Again, her muscles tightened and her breasts flushed red and strained.

  Broderick reached for the metal box that sat on a small table next to the chair. Dancing fingers set Eve alive again, first with the saddle vibrations and then with the clit and nipple buzzing. To her added delight the dildo began its movement as well, sliding up and down just a few inches every other second. She clenched her fingers, toes, and eyelids as the different sensations met and mingled and multiplied once again. Her body seemed to melt upon the seat, oozing around the phalluses. The burning of their fullness seared through her, into her ass, her belly, and into her heart, forcing it to double over in pounding. She rocked harder, urging the saddle on.

  Broderick answered by anchoring the dildo in its full upward position and speeding up the back-and-forth motion of the saddle. Eve let out a deep, amorous laugh and she groaned when Broderick flicked her own switches, jerking as her own clamps came to life.

  “Yes,” Eve said again. “Feel it with me.”

  Broderick pressed her lips together and her eyes narrowed in pleasure, showing slits of lush lime green. The clamp buzzed on her clit, vibrating the surrounding wet pink flesh. A pool of arousal had already formed at her hole and Eve longed to penetrate her, imagined doing so with her tongue.

  “Come with me, Broderick,” Eve whispered, her voice ragged. “Please.”

  Broderick moaned and small whimpers began to come from her mouth. “Uh, uh, siiis, uh.” The plume of red on her cheeks and on her breasts spread, meeting in the middle at her neck where her pulse was visible and racing. She arched her back and spread her legs further, pointing her toes. More sounds came, quicker and shorter. Her fingers flew over the switches, and she turned both Eve’s and hers higher.

  Eve cried out and laughed again. Giddy and hot and alive. She gripped the handlebars harder, pressed her body down further at the complete mercy of the saddle. Swimming in the hot tide of pleasure, she began to talk dirty, something she always did when she went out that deep, feet kicking at nothing but pleasure.

  “Ah yeah. Ah, fuck yeah. Feels so good, baby. Feels so fucking good.” Again the laughter, her head thrown back, an offering to the pleasure god. “I don’t want it to stop. Fuck no. I love it. Love how good it makes me feel.” She focused on Broderick, stared at the vibrating flesh between her legs. Looked deep into her now flaming eyes. Listened to her quick cries of ecstasy.

  “Yes, baby. Don’t ma
ke it stop. Ah God. It’s the best. The best ever. The dick, the one in my ass, ah God, my clit. Fuck. Ah God. So good. It feels hot and full. It’s fucking me. I’m riding it and it’s fucking me. Do you feel it? Tell me you can feel it.”

  “I—can—I can feel it.” Her fingers moved some and they both cried out as the buzzing reached an all-time high.

  “Ahh, ah God yes!” Eve let out. She threw her head back again and groaned. “Yes, yes, yes. Give it to me. Give me the best one ever.” She again looked to Broderick. “Did you hear me? Give me the best one ever.”

  Broderick stared at her, her eyes open but weighted with pleasure. “Here it is,” she said, upping it one last time.

  Eve called out to heaven above, screamed toward the ceiling as her clit burst into a million pieces of hot pleasure and soared into her body. Her legs kicked out, stirrups stretched. Walls of pleasure came. Big, thick, and warm, moving right through her, reaching into her bones along the way.

  Then she heard Broderick cry out from the chair, her neck strained, her own mouth toward the ceiling. Eve stared at her wet, red flesh, at the movement of it, at the way her hips bucked off the cushion, demanding more.

  And then Eve came again, this time the burning shot out from her vagina where it clung and squeezed down on the dildo. She shouted again and rocked on the saddle and then the buzzing on her clit collided with the dildo and she came a third time. And then, when she thought there couldn’t be anything greater, a fourth climax came from deep inside her ass. She bucked and rocked and tried to call out, but her throat was full of bristles. Guttural groans and high, strained noises fell from her as she gripped and rode and fucked, her body bursting into an energy hotter than fire.

  “This—is the—best—ev—er,” she said, never wanting it to end. She rode on, melting further onto the seat, insisting on every last centimeter of pleasure. Broderick watched her, her own cries full of life. Eve closed her eyes, and as the last of the pleasure moved through her, she felt herself drift. Her body was liquid and heavy, but her mind and soul were light. She floated above herself, felt the pleasure in every last molecule of her being. So great that she only saw a bright white light. Nothing else existed. Only this energy. And the energy lasted a sweet fucking eternity.

  “Oh God,” she said, coming down. “Oh my fucking God.” She meshed back into her flesh and opened her eyes. Broderick was silent and her fingers slowed things down. First the buzzing on the clit and then the vibrating of the saddle. Then she slowed the back-and-forth motion and retracted the phalluses a few inches. Sweat lined the dips in her abs and the dip in her collarbone. Her eyes shone.

  Eve released the handlebars and flexed her sore fingers. She also removed her feet from the stirrups and noticed the redness along her soles. When she looked back at Broderick she was still breathless. She smiled.

  “You were right,” she managed, clearing her rough throat. “You didn’t lie.”

  Broderick grinned and removed the clamp from her clit and her nipples. Carefully, she stood and walked to Eve and kissed her softly.

  “No, I didn’t. And I have another truth to tell you,” she whispered.

  “What’s that?” Eve asked.

  Broderick ran a smooth finger along Eve’s arm. “It’s even better the second time around.”

  A is for Animal

  The deep Southern sun was high in the sky, warming the back of Catherine’s neck, beading a light sweat along her brow. The barn before her was quiet, tall, and strong with faded red boards and an old tin roof. The door was closed but not completely, and it squeaked with the wind. In the near distance she could hear the chimes cling and clang from the front porch of the two story white clapboard house where the missus and the boss man lived. It sounded eerie yet comforting, reinforcing the fact that there was no one else around. The old Chevy had sputtered off a few minutes before, leaving a spiraling trail of dust behind it.

  Forcing herself to swallow the rising lump in her throat, she pulled open the barn door and stepped inside. Closing it quickly, she stood in silence and willed her eyes to adjust to the darkness. Scent came before sight. Hay, moist earth and wood, manure, and gasoline. She loved the barn and sought refuge there often when she needed to lie down in the stiff hay and wink the world good-bye for a while. But it also was the place for something else. And every time she set foot inside it, her blood burned and pushed against her skin. She rubbed her arms nervously, her body already awakening. The smell of the barn and the sound of the disappearing sputtering truck was to her like the sound of a scraping bowl to a hungry dog.

  She ran the back of her hand across her mouth, already tasting what it was she was after.

  Light seeped in through the slats of wood, casting a yellow hue upon the bales of hay, some of them oozing into lazy piles toward the back center of the barn. To her immediate left sat one of the tractors, along with two push lawn mowers for the grass around the house, and one old Model T that no longer ran. Beyond them were a few stalls, one of them occupied with Ma Bella, the old cow. She could hear her scuffing in the distance.

  Squinting, she tried to see further into the dim barn, more toward the right where sawhorses sat and tools hung from the walls. She saw her then. The missus. Standing alone and quiet, turned away from her, hands running lightly across the large thick wooden workbench.

  Catherine walked further inside, heart beating madly.

  “Is he…gone?” the missus asked.

  “Yes.”

  Catherine took a few more steps, eyes trained on the missus’s pale green housedress. Her long brown hair was pulled back into a tight bun and her feet were covered in simple sandals. She didn’t turn to look at Catherine but rather kept staring at the table, running her elegant fingers across the grain of the wood.

  “Are you all right?” Catherine asked. “Missus?”

  “Don’t call me that. I don’t like it when you call me that.” She looked at Catherine for the first time. Her eyes were chestnut brown and brimming with emotion. She looked back to her hands, her posture still perfect. “I know it’s what he wants you to call us, that it’s good Southern manners, but I don’t like it.”

  “Okay.”

  And then she continued, her nerves showing by changing the subject. “I wasn’t sure if he was gone. I was just in here checking on Ma and—”

  Catherine could wait no longer. She stepped behind her, pressed her body against her, and inhaled the freshly scrubbed Ivory soap scent of her. “Helen,” she whispered.

  Helen responded at once, at first stiffening but then sighing and falling back into her arms.

  “Catherine, please,” she breathed.

  Catherine closed her eyes as her hands found Helen’s hips and her lips found the delicate flesh of her neck. Helen mumbled meekly and whispered, “Oh God.”

  Catherine’s hands moved up, cupping and squeezing Helen’s breasts. They were free and buoyant under the dress, just as they were every Wednesday afternoon.

  Catherine massaged eagerly, her passion growing with every second. The hot blood came, rushing through Catherine, as if it would burst through her skin. Helen’s skin seemed to heat too, and Catherine bit her then, hard and quick. Helen gasped and turned to her, kissing her full-on with firm, warm lips. She pulled away before Catherine had time to react, touching Catherine’s face with trembling hands.

  “You—I—I don’t know what to do, how to stop this. I pray and I pray, yet all I think about is you.” Her eyes searched Catherine’s in desperation, her fingers quivering across Catherine’s lips. “I love the sound of my name on your lips, the sound of you crying it out, oh God. Oh God, forgive me.” Knotting her hands in Catherine’s hair, she tugged her in for another kiss. Her lips searched Catherine’s just as her eyes had. Seeking an answer Catherine knew she’d never find.

  Why? What did it mean? But none of it mattered. It never mattered once they touched.

  The heat Catherine had felt before came rushing back, boiling her blood, and she returned t
he kiss, sucking with her lips and probing with her tongue. Helen responded with a loud groan and she leaned completely into her as if her legs had turned to mush, anchoring her hands into her hair. The kiss turned more voracious, mouths pressed tightly together, lips parted wide, tongues swirling deeply.

  That same something came over Catherine again, growing into that deep-seated, powerful need she experienced each time they were together. Like the insatiable drive of a predator after its prey. It was what she was meant to do. What her existence was all about. Instinctual and involuntary. Words she never truly understood until she touched Helen.

  She had to have her, would kill to have her, would cross the deserts and swim the oceans, leap over mountains. She would do it all endlessly if she knew that Helen was waiting for her, somewhere, somehow. Her scent, her taste, the softness of her skin, the sound of her sighs, the vibration of her cries. She would die for it.

  Hurriedly, Catherine lifted Helen off the ground by her buttocks. A short, high-pitched “ope” sound came from her, but Helen held tight and quickly wrapped her legs around Catherine as she was carried to the large hay pile in the back of the barn.

  Boots scuffing along the floor, Catherine hurried as best she could, and when she reached the pile she headed straight into it to above her knees and collapsed upon her.

  “Hurry,” Helen pleaded.

  Catherine held her face, felt the heat from her skin.

  With a yearning so fierce she nearly cried, Catherine kissed her. The collision was hot and hungry, tongues darting and demanding right away. Teeth met teeth, the kissing so vehement and intense, their mouths devouring at a maddening pace. Catherine forced her weight on her fully, thrusting up to control the kiss, shoving her tongue in completely, conquering. Helen moaned and clung to her back, raking her nails down the thin cotton T-shirt. The burning tear of her skin urged Catherine on and she pressed her thigh between Helen’s legs.

  “Oh. Oh, Cath—” Helen murmured, turning her head away from the kiss. Catherine looked down at her with a gaze so hot she thought she’d burn her. Helen narrowed her eyes in heavy lust and moved her hands to Catherine’s front where her fingers curled underneath the collar of the shirt. A quick splitting tear pierced the air as she ripped with all her strength. The shirt hung jaggedly to her lower abdomen, her tiny breasts puckering, keen for attention.