by Golden Angel
"God Allison... you have no idea how hot this is," he said, his voice ragged with passion as he began to pull out and then thrust back in hard, his groin slamming against her ass cheeks and making them wobble. "Aw... fuck... I'm fucking my wife in the ass... God you're so tight..." He pulled out again and groaned, thrusting back in hard.
His wife . The words sent a tremor through her like none she'd ever known, heating her insides to the point where she thought she might cum just from hearing him say that. Pinching hard on her nipples, Allison let out a gasping cry as he began to ride her, assured that she could take the stretching, burning thrusts of his cock in her narrow passageway without undue pain. It hurt, it hurt exquisitely, wonderfully. It felt like he was claiming her with every thrust, his muttered words barely audible, but she could hear wife over and over again. She pinched her nipples harshly, her excited cries mingling with his words.
"Oh fuck..." she writhed, her pussy feeling like it might actually explode with need. It burned from the assault on her other hole, emptily grasping... needing... and yet she could feel her orgasm building anyway, Todd's cock nudging against a point deep inside of her that spurred her pleasure higher and higher. "Todd... oh fuck... fuck me... fuck your wife... fuck my ass! AH!" Her back bowed as his lost all control over his thrusts, beginning a wild, ramming assault on her tender hole and sending her spiraling upwards with a hot ecstasy that bloomed from her forbidden orifice and had her muscles clamping down hard.
The animalistic noises that fell from his throat were almost lost in her delicious cries; she shattered around him as he embedded himself fully into her, her body sucking at him as he began pouring hot froth into her welcoming hole. His fingers were grasping her so hard that she would have light bruises the next morning, but all they could feel right now was pure ecstasy, an intimate bliss that left no room for anything but rapture, a meeting of desires, passions and souls that had been acknowledged privately and publicly.
To her surprise, Todd didn’t collapse on top of her like he normally did. Instead he rubbed her hips soothingly as their breathing returned to normal and he pulled himself free of her body. Then he was pulling down her skirts and unzipping the back of her dress, his movements hurried as if he couldn’t bear having even those layers of fabric between them.
Allison allowed him to pull her up straight as the dress began to fall around her, leaving her standing in pooled fabric as Todd’s lips descended on hers. They kissed deeply, passionately, but no longer quite so demandingly. The hurried need of several days of abstinence and the excitement of publicly acknowledging their commitment was no longer there, it had been sated and they could take the time to taste each other, enjoy each other.
With his hands cradling her face, Todd caressed her lips with his, his fingers slowly stroking over her cheeks and jawbone as they explored each other’s mouths all over again. This wasn’t new territory, but somehow it felt like it. Allison ruffled her fingers through the hair on his chest. They touched each other lightly, not teasingly but lovingly, as if they had all the time in the world. Which, of course, they did.
“Come on,” Todd murmured finally. “Let’s take a shower and then we can have strawberries and champagne.”
Sighing, Allison shot a wistful little glance at the arrangement on the coffee table, but she followed him willingly enough.
The shower fully revived both of them, allowing them to re-discover each other’s bodies as they washed, cleaning off every inch of the other. It was also a relief for Allison to wash out her hair, which had a massive amount of hairspray in it. She hadn’t even realized how much the updo was bothering her head until Todd’s strong fingers were massaging into her scalp. And neither of them had realized quite how tired they were until they were wrapped in towels and seated on the couch, feeding each other strawberries through their yawns.
“No stop it!” Todd batted at her as she tried to shove some of the fruit into his gaping mouth, giggling madly. Being tired had made her more than a little punchy and she was having far too much fun trying to annoy him. “I was yawning, not asking for more!”
“Are you sure?” she teased. “That’s not what it looked like.”
“You, Princess, are going the right way for a spanking and that’s not how I wanted to end the night.”
She pouted at him. “Why not?”
“Because it didn’t seem right to spank you on our wedding night.”
“Oh, but you’ll fuck me in the ass?” she laughed and tried to shove another strawberry in his mouth, extremely amused by his indignant expression.
“Well I wasn’t planning on that either, if you must know… but then I flipped up your skirts and you have such a pretty little asshole… and it seemed like the most depraved thing I could do to you at the moment.” He grinned broadly, smugly, looking remarkably like a certain fictional cat. One that had just eaten an entire bowl of cream.
“And I quite enjoyed it,” Allison purred, giving him her most seductive look which was quite ruined when she yawned widely. True to form, Todd retaliated with his own strawberry as she tried to cover her mouth.
“I think it’s time for bed, Princess,” he said firmly.
“I want to spend more time with you! I don’t want to go to sleep yet. This was seriously the longest day ever and I feel like I didn’t get to spend nearly enough of it with you.” Allison pouted at him, knowing that he was going to insist anyway. And really she shouldn’t be arguing. She knew that she was acting a little childishly, but it came so naturally when she was completely exhausted.
“Me too,” he said as he scooped her up from the couch, not giving her an option about whether or not she was going to be headed for the bedroom. “But we have plenty of time to spend together over the next two weeks, just us, no friends or family.”
Allison smiled as she nestled her head against his shoulder, her hair only half dry. They were going on a Mediterranean cruise, halfway around the world from all the people that could take his attention away from her. And he was finally going to get to show her Turkey. Not only that, but only one of the stops was somewhere that he’d been before, so at the other stop they were going to get to see everything for the first time together. She couldn’t wait.
Of course all of those thoughts were driven from her mind when Todd peeled the towel away from her and lay her down on the bed, covering her almost immediately with his body. Despite the fact that she was tired, she responded immediately to the lovely feel of his weight on her, his skin pressing against her. The wiry hairs on his chest tickled her nipples and breasts as he kissed her, insistently. She kissed him back happily, feeling a little bit more awake than she had thirty seconds before.
Parting her legs, she felt him nudging against her, already hard and eager to be buried inside of her. With a low moan, she tilted her hips, but he didn’t take the obvious invitation.
“We don’t have to do this tonight, you know,” she teased. “If you’re too tired.
“It is our wedding night and we are consummating this marriage,” he said in a no-nonsense tone of voice.
“Well you might have thought of that when you had me bent over the couch.”
“I did and I decided that I should consummate our marriage there as well.”
She laughed, but then his mouth was on hers again and she gave way to the breathless kissing, feeling his weight and hips shift as he found her center and began to push in and her legs spread wider to welcome him home.
About the Author
About me? Right… I’m a writer, I should be able to do that, right?
I’m a happily married young woman, no kids so far, and I like tater tots, small fuzzy animals, naming my plants, hiking, reading, writing, sexy time, naked time, shirtless o’clock, anything sparkly or shiny, and weirding people out with my OCD food habits.
I believe in Happy Endings. And fairies. And Santa Claus. Because without a little magic, what’s the point of living?
I write because I must. I live in severa
l different worlds at any given moment. And I wouldn’t have it any other way.
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Also by G. Angel – The Venus School of Sex
Chapter 1
"Will you tell me all about it when you get back?" asked Hilary, watching Jessica pack with swift practiced motions. Not that she needed to pack much; the brochure said the school provided uniforms.
Jessica glanced at her best friend. They’d been best friends since high school and now at 25 nothing had changed that. In fact, they were closer than ever, living in the same apartment and even working at the same company, even though they were in different departments. "You know I have to sign a non-disclosure agreement along with a bunch of other papers when I get there."
"Aw that's just so you don't sue them or out them to a newspaper or anything, it's not for keeping secrets from your best friend." Hilary pouted prettily at her, tossing long blonde hair as she crossed her arms and swung her head around in mock sulkiness. Jessica grinned, shaking her own short brown curls at her friend.
"If you wanted to know, you should have signed up with me," she admonished. Her hand hovered over her garter belt and stockings, her favorite black ones with a visible seam that travels up the center of the back of her legs. Ah heck, why not. Maybe she wouldn't get the chance to wear it, but then again maybe she would.
Hilary rolled her eyes. "You're the adventurous one, not me. Not," she added dryly, "that anyone would be able to tell looking at your closet." Her eyes raked unforgivingly over the garments hanging in it. It was true, most of them were good colors on Jessica's slightly tanned skin tone, but for the most part she wore clothes that were a size too big, preferring to hide her body rather than show it off. When Hilary said that Jessica was adventurous she meant that Jessica had played around with some slightly kinkier aspects of sex with her last boyfriend, Sean, asking him tie her up and blindfold her. It had turned her on immensely, but he hadn't been willing to go further than that, saying that he felt awkward not sexy. Hilary loved living vicariously though Jessica's descriptions although she was too scared to try it herself. However she dressed to impress and plenty of guys panted after her, perfectly willing to put up with pure missionary sex as long as they could peel off her skin tight jeans and tops to the delectable body they knew was just a thin layer of fabric away.
"I plan to be a lot more adventurous," Jessica muttered. She threw some toiletries in her bag and her birth control pills, and then zipped it up. She was done. It felt weird to only need one duffel bag for a two week long seminar in sexual exploration - AHEM - two week long vacation.
"At least tell me if it's good," Hilary begged. "If you like it and you want to go back, and you say it's worth it, I'll go with you to the next session they have."
Jessica looked at her friend surprised. "Really?"
Hilary blushed. "I read some stories online and on my Kindle after you told me about you and Sean and the tying up stuff. Some of it is kinda hot. I'm just not sure I'm ready for it. And those are all fiction. If you come back and tell me that it's really good and it's worth it, then yeah, I think I'd be willing to try."
Jessica grinned and impulsively hugged her friend. Even though Hilary was very good about being nonjudgmental Jessica had felt fearful that confessing she was going on a two week seminar, that would school her in all sorts of sexcapades and probably with various partners, would be too much for her friend's open-mindedness. But she needed to tell someone where she was going and who could she tell if not her best friend? Obviously not her parents. Her older brother would react just as badly. And Hilary was the only one of her friends that she trusted with this information, she was the most close-mouthed person Jessica had ever met and had never failed to live up to a promise she made.
The only other person she’d told that she was going was a good friend from work, Olivia, but that’s because Olivia had been the one to tell her about the school when Jessica had drunkenly confessed her fantasies one night. Olivia knew a lot more about kinky sex than Jessica did, she even went to BDSM clubs, but Jessica wasn’t sure she wanted to take that step yet. A school where she could experiment anonymously and find out what she really liked and wanted out of sex sounded perfect.
Grabbing her bag, the girls headed out the door and off to the air port.
***
"You're sure she's coming," Chris asked Justin again. Justin sighed. He and Chris had been inseparable almost since birth, more of brothers than best friends. They even kind of looked alike. He knew that Chris was just nervous but he'd already answered that same question at least five times in the past hour.
"She's on the roster," he said again patiently. "If she'd changed her mind and gone to work today Olivia would have called me."
"God bless that woman," Chris said, finally stopping his pacing and turning to face Justin. He ran his fingers through his dark brown hair, his chocolate eyes glinting with anticipation. Sitting in the comfortable arm chair of their room, Justin couldn't figure out why Chris was so agitated; standing tall at 6'3" with a fantastic body, Chris' dark good looks got him plenty of girls. Then again, Justin hid a grin from his friend, not the one he truly wanted. And Justin had to admit, he wanted Jessica too. They all worked at the same company, but Jessica was in a different department and other than a few not-so-chance meetings at happy hours, they hadn't been able to get close to the buxom brunette, even after they heard her idiot of a boyfriend had dumped her and put her delectable ass back on the market.
When Olivia, their inside lady and very good friend that went to the same BDSM club as they did, and to whom Jessica had drunkenly admitted some of her kinkier desires to one fateful happy hour, had dropped a few hints to Jessica about the Venus School of Sex, their prayers had been answered and Jessica had followed up rabidly on the lead. Now she was signed up for a two week session, one that they just happened to be instructing at. There was no way she'd recognize them; the school insisted on absolute discretion even though the students signed a non-disclosure. The instructors were much more at risk for possible embarrassment or blackmail, so they wore masks that covered most of their faces and sometimes even their hair. Justin and Chris weren't worried at all about being recognized. She was shy enough that it had been nearly impossible to get near her before this.
They’d take the next two weeks to get to know her, find out if she really was compatible to them and use that knowledge when they got home so that hopefully one of them could get a real date with her. In some ways this was better than approaching her anyway, because they both knew that they wanted a woman who was submissive and kinky. They couldn’t date pure vanilla, not if they wanted things to last and at the end of two weeks they’d know whether or not either of them was truly interested in Jessica. This wasn’t the first time they’d both wanted the same girl, and their friendship always lasted through it. Both of them were big believers in letting the best man win. And with her coming to the Venus School of Sex, they’d both have a chance to do a lot of winning.
***
Jessica twiddled nervously with the short hem of the skirt that was part of her “uniform.” Upon arrival to the school, which was a beautiful compound located in middle of nowhere, she’d been shown to her room where she met her roommate, a friendly red head named Charity and she’d had about thirty minutes to unpack her small suitcase and get dressed in the Venus School’s attire. She’d barely gotten to glance around her room, not that there was much to see. The room was barely big enough for the two queen sized beds - apparently “after-school activities” were encourage as long as you were ok with doing it in front of your roommate - a television, a half bookshelf and two small closets with a few shelves in them. She put her underwear and belongings on the shelves and loo
ked at the school uniform. It was both more and less substantial than she’d been expecting.
According to her orientation packet, which she had received the week before, students were expected to wear the school uniforms at all times except on weekends, unless otherwise instructed by one of the Teachers. Uniforms may not be modified, but they may be accessorized. So she could wear her garter belt and stockings if she wanted to.
The female school uniform consisted of a bra that wasn’t really a bra. It was in her size, a 34-DD, but it was even less covering than a demi-cup. Instead of providing any kind of coverage it merely cupped and presented her breasts, the coverage only extending to just under her nipples, which were clearly visible (and sensually massaged) by the soft silk fabric of the button down school girl shirt. To her surprise, the orientation packet specified that the shirt should be buttoned to the top button unless, of course, otherwise instructed by a Teacher. The bottom of her outfit had the same strange dichotomy. The skirt was longer than she expected, grey and pleated, it hung to mid-thigh. However there were no accompanying panties. She was completely bare underneath her skirt and it made her blush to feel the air freely flowing up the center of her thighs. The uniform was complete with a pair of Mary Jane heels, soft patent leather and obviously used but very comfortable.
Outwardly, other than the rose pink of her pointing nipples, she was covered and demure. Underneath, she was deliciously bare. Looking at herself in the full length mirror on the back of their door, she thought she looked a little too prim to be sexy, except for when she caught glimpse of her nipples.