DarklyEverAfter

by Allistar Parker

  “Hey fella,” a guy shouted. “That has to be the room. Everyone else is in theirs.” With nothing else to do, I pushed the door aside and strolled in as if I owned the place.

  The dimly lit room smelled of candles and cinnamon, a light fragrance that actually helped ease the transition from fidelity to whatever this was we were doing. The dingy walls and decades-old decor seemed brighter in the presence of her special touches. You could hardly notice the water stains on the ceiling or smell the moldy curtains. The table, covered by a cloth and her bag was a good final touch.

  Her face glowed in the flicker of the candlelight. The blonde hair lay on her shoulder as a soft blanket. The jet black bra provided a perfect background for her arms folded over her chest. I loved the way her soft curves of her hips melted into those shapely legs. Mae West would have been proud.

  “We finally get to dance,” she said.

  Although the voice was not familiar, those tits were unmistakable. She was the Bomb!

  Thank you, Lord! I studied, for too long, her curvy body draped across the bed. Perhaps it was the long lacy panties that covered her midriff or the way the nipple rings bulged the sheer fabric of the cups, but I knew this was going to be a wild ride. Before I could venture further in my visual safari, she dragged me to the bed, running her hand over my butt as she did. I found myself at her mercy, foiled by my own lust and depravity so much that I knew I would do whatever she wanted.

  She knelt over me. I watched as she encouraged the straps of her bra down the length of her arm with her delicate fingers. A peek of the perky brown nipples flashed as the last of the fabric dropped over her rings. I gasped at the sight of those dangling toys spilling over the sides of her erect buttons. Without even realizing I was in motion, I found my fingers gently pulling on one.

  “No no. Not until I say.” She flung my hand to the bed.

  I lay still, hoping not to make another mistake. The payoff was a beautiful breast rolling over my face, gingerly rubbing up and down my lips and inviting me to caress all the dark patches. While cupping her boob and lifting it to my face, she allowed me a little lick.

  “Like that? How about another?” she asked as she guided the other nipple across my lips.

  The sudden throbbing in my groin alerted me that my instrument of impalement, my dick, had risen to the fight. All my fears of deflation and performance failure were now relieved and I could relax and let this happen. My trepidation was going away fast. All I had to worry about was what this fine woman had in store for me.

  When my mind found its way back to the task, I realized my hand was caressing her ass. Plump and soft, she had an ass that was made for riding. She was firm and taut but with a cushiony feel that was just so fine.

  Her lips crossed mine in a stroking fashion, giving me a chance to run my tongue along her cheek to her earlobe. I finally heard her first moan. Cool. I nibbled my way around her ear, making the low moans come in staccato bursts. My hand was still working its way around her rounded bottom. My heart, however, took the opportunity to pound hard and loud.

  The feeling of suffocation filled my body as she plunged her tongue deep in my mouth. I might have been a little startled at the sudden attack, but I loved the feeling of her tongue caressing my mouth. I almost missed her hand digging the buckle from the belt. Her one gloved had slipped deep in my pants, passed the underwear I worried so much about. It seemed silly now that she paid no mind to such frivolous items in her search to grip my dick and stroke the length of my shaft.

  The glove felt wonderful sliding up and down my dick. I had to concentrate to keep up my own assault on her mouth. Fear of falling behind forced me to slide my hand passed the edges of her panties and over the hairy mons. As my finger touched her crease, I felt all attention leave my body.

  “No, no. Not until I say.”

  The depravation was excruciating. I felt abandoned and alone, again. Screwing up once was forgivable, but after two times, I feared I would be given my key back and she would return to her husband and tell him all the blunders I made. I couldn’t have that. Yanking my hand from her panties would have been much smoother if my ring had not grabbed the leg band and ripped the beautiful panties.

  I lay there, not speaking, moving or breathing. Perhaps she hadn’t noticed. The awful ripping sound could have been my heart. But alas, I saw her lower her hand to the spot her panties used to reside.

  “Oh dear. We can’t have this. Rip them off of me with your teeth.”

  My Teeth? Really? Shifting positions, I crawled up to her panties and tried to grab them. I could smell the warm fragrance of a woman emanating from the torn garment, filling me with an animal desire to rip, shred and tear things. Her panties were no match for my lustful intentions and they easily slid down her legs. I growled harder as I pulled. As any good animal would, I carried them to her in my mouth.

  That devilish gloved hand cradled them as she took a quick sniff of our handiwork herself. The fresh expression on her face let me know we were working on a special evening I would never forget. I watched the glove as it drifted over her body, collecting the sweat and smells of her chest, abdomen and the creases of her thighs. Delicately, her hand slowly inserted her panties in her pussy, drying all the seeping juices as she forced them deeper.

  “If you are nice, maybe I will give them to you as a souvenir.”

  Ms. Bomb pushed me onto my back. I felt the long, gentle fingers again digging their way past my belt and pants. Her favorite toy was up and waiting for her as if he had not been abandoned. That must have been the reason for that long, red smile beaming from her face. I like smiles, but this roguish grin was not just a little frightening.

  “Take your pants off,” said the naked lady with the bouncing tits. “Take them off now.”

  I stripped every stitch of clothing from my body and waited to be scolded for taking off too much, but to my surprise, all she did was beam from ear to ear as she walked around me, staring at my legs and butt. I felt a little funny when she asked me to spin around like a ballerina, but I was not going to disobey any order. To my surprise, when I reached a point of facing the bed, I felt an immediate push to the cushion and her knee in the crack of my ass. It was not a painful feeling, just one of shock. Here I am, bent over the bed in the same position that my wife and I had done many times, but this time I was on the bed. Although I had often heard my wife curse as the waves of exhilaration rushed through her body, I couldn’t figure out just how we were going to accomplish this act in reverse. I may not be called Shorty, but I certainly wasn’t long enough to pull off this variation.

  “Don’t move. Not even an inch.”

  All right, I thought. I could just sit here for a minute. I could hear her rumbling around behind me as I just lay there trying to envision what she had in mind. Before my mind could comprehend all that was going on, I felt her presence, a sort of hair raising tingling feeling you get when you can sense someone so close. The table lamp flooded the area, leaving my shadow as the only darkness cast across the bed. I glimpsed her hips and hair in front of me before she slid her body under my face. Looking up, I noticed a full tattoo of a butterfly surrounding her shaved pussy lips. The hair on her mound gave the butterfly the appearance of a beard. The whole thing was wrapped in a funky style of body wear, some type of harness or bridle. I couldn’t be sure what is was, but I knew this was going to be fun.

  “Lick my clit. Go on. Lick it.”

  My tongue ran across the edge of her pussy lips, searching for a small delicate friend to caress. Instead, I found a large button begging to a fierce tongue lashing, and I obliged. Darting across the edge and around the top faster than I had ever done before, I managed to drag from her a few small moans, but I wanted her to moan loud and often. I wanted to feel her body rock from my expertise.

  I plunged my tongue deep into her pussy, licking and flicking all the edges, crevices and places I could find. Feeling a little bit uneasy French-kissing a butterfly, I forced myself to stay on
task and licked her with a fury. When I could feel her tensing with each lick, I returned my tongue to her clit. I sucked her button into my mouth and firmly rolled my tongue over it. With every circle of her clit, I could feel her thigh muscles beginning to tighten around me. The force of those thighs was jerking my body around. My feet were having difficulty staying put on the rug.

  I thought she would explode. I couldn’t have gotten up from the bed if I had been her, but she did. I started to get up, but she wouldn’t allow it. Pushing me back down face first on the bed, she ordered me to stay still. Again, I obeyed.

  I wanted to see what all the commotion was behind me with all the banging and suitcase movement, but I dared not make a third mistake. I didn’t know how many were allowed, but I was sure I was dangerously near that number. I settled down and forgot the world behind me once I felt her ungloved hand reach around me a grab my dick. The feeling of a well-lubricated hand massaging the length of my shaft took all thoughts of anything else away and I once again sank into the world of sex with the Sex Bomb driving the world. Every few seconds, though, there was an unusual feeling of something touching my hips. It didn’t feel like her. It didn’t feel like clothing. I wasn’t sure what it felt like, but the motions and touches going on elsewhere drove that thought from my mind. It could wait.

  I felt her boobs on my back, the first touch of her nipples before the bobbing weight of her globes bounced between my shoulder blades. I could feel her thighs rubbing against me as she strained to reach all the way around me. The funny feeling returned, again, this time on my ass. Not my hips. Not my buttocks, but my ass. It felt slimy and cold. It was soft, but firm. I couldn’t quite place it. I knew the feeling, but it felt foreign to this location. With a sudden and almost smarting pain, I realized what it was.

  She stuck a dildo in my ass! In My Ass!

  It felt unusually uncomfortable, but pleasurable at the same time. There was a feeling of fullness and an awareness of a rocking motion sending the dildo deeper with each stroke. I couldn’t describe it, but there was also a feeling of embarrassment and shame adding to the feelings of dirty, naughty pleasure. I thought how talented she was to be able to fill my ass and still keep stroking my dick. I wanted to concentrate on whether I liked this or not for a little while longer, but my body was filling with all kinds of riveting joy and pleasure that I could only think of one thing, coming.

  I held off through the first shockwaves as my back pulled and jerked in rhythm, clinching down on my muscles with all my might. The second wave hit me so fast that I began ejaculating immediately upon the first convulsions. Twisting and turning with the fury of a caged animal, I exploded in a torrent of ecstasy and sweat. In the background, I could hear her screaming at me to keep going, but there wasn’t much left of me to continue. As the last of my cum dribbled from my dick, she let go, still keeping my butt filled with her toy. Along my shoulders and over my neck to my throat, I felt her fingers dancing along. Shivers poured all over my body, but I still wished she would take the damn thing out of my ass. Finally I just stood up.

  “No, no. Not till I say.”

  Having had enough submission for one night, I decided she could take a dose of her own medicine. Throwing her to the bed, I shoved the dildo out of the way, causing it to bounce along the floor. Forcing my lips passed the harness and to her pussy. I licked, I sucked and I drove her to the point her hips were bucking and she was panting like a dog. Two of my fingers, well lubricated from bounding in and out of her butterfly, slid two joints deep in her ass. Boy, the bucking began to increase.

  She couldn’t take it. Her juices seeped down the butterfly’s body and off of her tail as I licked furiously along her clitoris. In the final seconds before she exploded, I knew I had to tame her.

  “No, no. Not yet,” I told her as she strained to hold back the flood welling up inside of her.

  Her back shivered, wanting to be released into a cascade of exhilaration. All along her arms and fingers, her muscles tensed to a banjo-string tightness. Sexy Bomb’s voice was short and gruff. Every breath from her lungs was labored in coming. I thought that her thighs would bludgeon me before this was over. When I could not bear to watch her hang on any longer, I invited her to come.

  Raging waves of pure pleasure must have flowed through her body. She shook violently while she moaned and groaned, each echoing in the room. Sexy could no longer control her own body. Vibrations raced up and down her torso so much that her tits bounced wildly. She screamed one last time as a small stream of her juices rolled down her body and over my fingers, still buried in her ass.

  I moved up to meet her breast. Using my tongue and lips, I nibbled her nipples while gently pulling on the rings. She settled down into my arms, still breathing hard and shallow. It only took a few more licks and sucks before she swatted my head away from her breast. I watched her hand ramble along her belly to the area my chin once inhabited. The sight of her soaked panties emerging from her cunt gave me an unusual thrill.

  “Here, these are yours,” she said as she laid them over my face.

  Her smell, sweet but athletic, rushed down my nostrils and into my throat. I always thought women smelled the same, but she was definitely different from my wife. Not better, but different. I wondered what my wife would say when I got home. I still wanted to keep this piece of my history.

  “I’ve had enough for tonight. How about you?” she said.

  I thought for a few moments what I could do to top this whole event. Nothing came. “Me, too.”

  She leaned forward for a few seconds. “Want to take a shower together?”

  “Sure.”

  As we walked to the shower, I wondered how my wife was doing. Did she get the big dick she hoped for? All I wanted was for her to enjoy the experience and experience a little of the wild side we had given up for each other.

  The shower did a wonderful job of allowing us to normalize our relationship. I even fancied her getting to know my wife. Perhaps we would all become friends. While the hot water poured over my back, I couldn’t help notice her perfectly bulbous boobs swinging below her body as she bent over to wash her legs. I thought I was again in trouble when she looked up at me staring at her breasts. She just smiled.

  “I just remembered. In all the excitement, I never gave you an opportunity to enjoy the best blowjob of your life.”

  I stumbled through some sort of no-thank-you, but before the words finished resonating in the shower, I felt the stubby length of my shrunken dick bobbing against the insides of her cheeks. The warmth, the wet, and the feeling of rhythm began to transform that shrunken little guy into another rigid tower. I felt the pulsing in my groin and at the base of my balls. Although a little tender, they still seemed to want action. What the hell?

  We bobbed and churned underneath the showerhead as she continued to suck the life out of me. The more pressure she exerted, the harder I tried to force my dick down her throat. I am not sure just how far I got, but I am certain she now knows what a penis against her tonsils feels like. With all the commotion, I barely noticed her body shifting to the front of the shower stall. I did notice the fact that she had stopped sucking my dick, but the lack of stimulus caused me not to notice exactly what Sex Bomb was doing. If it hadn’t been for good construction techniques, I probably would have died once she began to dangle from the shower curtain rod.

  With her legs wrapped tightly around my waist, she began to hump my body. At first, I thought she had snapped and I was soon the victim of some crazy sex act. Once she started to scream for me to fuck her, I knew it was only just a last come session before we got out. I obliged.

  After some desperate fumbling to get my dick shoved in her pussy, I felt that sweet comfort of her velvety lips sliding down my dick. She moaned a little when I hit bottom and the two of us stood there in full contact. Sexy wrapped her arms around me, placing her full weight on my body, but also shoving her nipples into my chest. Bouncing as fast as she could, I thought there was no way I could
hold out long enough for her to orgasm. I bit my lip. I thought about starving children in China. I even began thinking about this year’s taxes, but nothing would penetrate that soft feeling my groin was shouting about. All was almost lost until she began to nibble on my ear. First, it was gentle and enticing, making matters worse, but as she approached that delicate moment, the Bomb began biting harder and harder. The mixture of sheer pain and pleasure kept me balanced until the Sex Bomb exploded in a rash of moans and guttural sounds too incoherent to explain. As she orgasmed, my mind took control and persuaded my dick to release. The two of us finished our last dance in a chorus of sounds we dared not repeat in public. When we had finished, she asked for a little privacy to clean up a bit.

  In the quiet of the room, I heard the unmistakable sounds of a woman in complete ecstasy, “Oh shit. Harder. Harder. Deeper. Oh, shit.” It was my wife. In the room next door to where I just survived one of the most erotic acts I had known, my wife was riding some not-yet-named cowboy to similar heights of joy. I knew those screams. Life was good.

  Now that I knew the night was a success, I could relax a bit. There was not going to be an inequality to the evening. Sex Bomb and I walked down to the hall to join a few of the couples that had already completed their mission. I offered her a drink and we sat by the doorway waiting for our respective spouses to return.

  Her husband, a kindly man with a great sense of fair play when it came to his wife, asked how I liked the shower. I hardly had words to describe the event, but I chose a few I thought more appropriate than the real thoughts floating in my mind. Holy shit, she is amazing! might not have been taken in the manner I had intended. He invited us to dinner one night and I thanked both of them for their hospitality as they exited the hall.