About two o’clock in the afternoon, the fire boat raced out of the harbor with its siren and klaxon echoing through the steel and concrete canyons of the waterfront. Tod awakened to find the bed empty. He stretched lethargically and felt the incrustations of cum split open on his legs and buttocks. He had a vague desire for a cigarette, but the pack was over on the table by the window, and so he thought, to hell with it!
He lay looking up at the ceiling and smiling contentedly. God! What an absolutely fabulous woman Sylvia was. She was learning the arts of love rapidly, and most of her newfound knowledge seemed to well up from deep hidden springs within her. She used her vaginal-uterine muscles as though she had worked in a whorehouse all her life. This in spite of the fact that she obviously hadn’t even known she had such muscles until last week! And she liked to experiment with positions in an effort to find new ones that would bring her even more pleasure.
The experimentation didn’t stop with positions alone.
At four-thirty this morning she had suddenly rolled over and whispered, “Tod… are you awake?”
“Yes.”
“Let’s take a shower together.”
“Now?”
“Sure… come on, lazy bones. I’ll wash you… you wash me.”
It had taken less than a minute of Sylvia’s soaping his body before Tod was raring to go again. That’s when she really surprised him.
She was blushing when she asked, “When sailors talk about playing drop the soap,’ does it mean what I think it does?”
Tod laughed in answer.
She was persistent. “They make love in each other’s rectum? Is that it?
Tod, suddenly catching the drift of her conversation, nodded his head in amusement and felt a sudden tightening of his groin.
“Do men ever make love to women that way?”
“Some do frequently.”
“Does it do anything for the woman? I mean, does she get any pleasure out of it?”
“Many do. Why?”
She reached one soapy hand down for his cock and began sliding her fingers up and down the shaft. “I want you to make love to me that way then. What shall I do?” She turned around so that the full roundness of her naked buttocks were exposed to him.
Tod felt a new excitement pounding in his loins. With each beat of his pulse, his cock bobbed up and down as though it were eager to play this new game. In his mind there was one little seed of doubt. He knew his prick was considerably larger than most; he also knew that it would fit very nicely in an experienced woman’s anus, but in a virginal asshole? “It might be uncomfortable at first,” he said in warning.
“I don’t care. Fuck me there.” She bent over even further.
Tod worked up a lather on his hands then ran his hands along the rounded globes of her smooth wet buttocks. When he reached the anal ring, he tentatively dipped his middle finger against the tightly puckered opening. “Ummmmph,” Sylvia said, a grimace crossing her face.
The finger nudged and prodded… and then slipped in up to the first joint. Sylvia felt a jolt of perverted pleasure shoot through her abdomen.
“Bend over and put your hands on the wall… spread your feet out a little more,” Tod ordered, beginning to make little circular motions with his finger.
Sylvia did as she was told. Now, Tod’s finger began slowly worming its way in and out, going in deeper with each new push inward. Finally, she felt the knuckles of his fist pushing up against her buttocks. His soap lubricated finger slid easily in and out, and she felt no pain… just a growing excitement.
Tod sensed she was relaxing and felt it was time to widen the aperture even further. He began working his forefinger also into the anus.
“Oooooh,” Sylvia moaned, and Tod felt her sphincter muscles suddenly tighten in alarm. “Relax,” he crooned. “Push back on my finger… relax. Aaah, that’s right.
“Ummmmm!” Sylvia crooned as his second finger joined the first in the warm aperture of her asshole. She felt pretty proud of herself It really hadn’t hurt at all. And she was enjoying it! She was being stretched down there, but it was a pleasurable stretching. She found herself wiggling her hips back against his fingers, clenching and unclenching her buttock cheeks in time with each of his shoves inward. God! She was getting excited! Her mouth fell open, and she started to moan as she felt an overwhelming need to be completely subjugated. “Put it in… put your penis in my rectum now,” she whimpered eagerly.
Tod pulled his fingers out, the rubbery lips of her anus clinging to them. Their withdrawal resulted in a slight sucking, hissing noise that caused her to redden in embarrassment. Then his hands were lathering her anus again as well as working up a lather on his own cock.
Tod gazed at the lewd spectacle of Sylvia bent over at the waist, her ass in the air like a waiting archery target. Well, he had the arrow for that little bullseye, he thought impatiently. Suddenly, very suddenly, he no longer felt the least bit gentle about her. She wanted to be sodomized; he’d do the job, and she would never forget it. “Spread the cheeks of your ass,” he said gruffly.
Sylvia, wide eyed at the sudden change in the sound of his voice, looked apprehensively around. She flinched as though she had been struck with a whip when he repeated savagely, “Spread your cheeks. Open them up!” Sylvia hesitantly presented him with the stretched orbs of her buttocks. She put her hands behind her and spread the fleshy globes apart as he had instructed. She felt a shiver of fear go through her. Tod, gentle Tod, sounded so mean all of a sudden. Then a shiver of anticipation surged through her as she felt the huge, throbbing head of his penis pressing against the small entryway to her rectum.
Tod’s cock pressed inward relentlessly. It was easily twice as large as his fingers had been, and Sylvia suddenly felt alarm growing in her. She would never be able to take that there. He would split her apart. She started to raise upright when she felt a sharp sting as Tod cruelly slapped her buttocks with the open palm of his hand and snarled, “Stay down.”
“Ough, that hurt,” she complained, bending over again.
“This was your idea.” There was no mercy in that voice, she thought. She held her breath as his hands locked themselves on her hips; she was a captive now, she could move only one way… back against that insufferable monstrous rod of lust-hardened flesh. She felt him begin to prod and knew abruptly that her fear had been well founded. He was going to hurt her. He would never be able to slip that thing into her body this way. It was much too large! The prick strained against her virginal passageway. She cried out in pain as her tiny puckered anal ring suddenly gave, and he popped into her. Desperately, she tried to pull away from him, but his hands held her with all the strength of a ship’s hawser.
“No, Tod,” she panted. “Oh, God! That hurts. You’re too big?”
It was as though Tod had suddenly lost his sense of hearing. He paid absolutely no heed to her. The inexorable cock moved in. slowly, but persistently. “Gaaagh, Tod!” It was a scream of agony. She was being split apart down there; it was as painful as though he had shoved an electric knife that was sawing away at her.
“Aggghh!” she yelled. “No!” Would he never stop?
“Push back, you bitch. Shove your ass back to me!” It was a stranger’s voice coming from the throat of a cruel barbarian savagely raping a helpless female inhabitant of a conquered city.
What was he saying? What was he saying? What was he telling her to do? Sylvia could hardly think. The agony was so overwhelming that it had short-circuited out her centers of intelligence. All she felt was pain… pain from that red hot pole being levered up into her rectum.
“Push back, goddamnit!”
Panting, she did, and then screamed, “Aaaaggghh!” as the guard gates to her rectum fell before the inexorable onslaught of his cock. His huge prick surged into the spongy, resistant flesh; it slid mercilessly in until she felt his pelvis hit hard against and flatten the softness of her buttocks.
Tod gave a long sigh that was almost a whine of passion as he felt her defensively clasping asshole tremble around the shaft of his cock. God, she was tight! He’d never been in a rectum so tight before in his life. It was so confined that it actually caused him pain as well. He knew what it must be doing to her. And strangely enough, with the heat upon him as it was now, he didn’t care about her.
“Don’t move it, please don’t move it,” she pleaded, the tears and water both running down her face. She almost immediately realized the futility of her request for he began to saw rhythmically deeper and deeper into the nether regions of her rectum.
“Aaaaggghhh!” the pained protest was wrenched out of her throat. He was in so deep that she felt that he surely must be using her spinal vertebrae as a xylophone… and his cock as the hammer, pounding out notes of savage perverted music.
It was at least two or three minutes before she became vaguely aware that the pain was beginning to lessen. There was, if she were to admit it, even a certain stimulation starting within the depths of her belly. She made a deliberate effort to relax, and discovered that she could lessen or tighten the tension on her muscles at will. It was then that she really began to feel the harmonic vibrations resulting from his salacious movements in her rectum.
Tod felt her suddenly relax, and then subsequently she was using some hidden inner muscles to work on the cock; it felt almost as though he had gotten caught in a milking machine. Sylvia had bared her teeth and wagged her head from side to side, her hair swaying like golden seaweed at the bottom of a warm and wonderful ocean. He rammed her again and again, and each time, he heard and felt the resonance of her increasing passion and enjoyment.
She was moving freely with him now, meeting his every thrust with one of her own. Tod felt he could relinquish his hold on her without losing her so he dropped one hand to her front and began massaging her clitoris.
Sylvia had been astonished when she felt his hand fumbling for and finding the tiny hungry organ down between her thighs. She wanted to scream with ecstasy as he began stroking it gently. But she did moan, “Wonderful! Oh, God! That’s beautiful.” She began squirming back onto his beautiful cock and rotating her pelvis so that delightful contact between finger and clitoris, penis and soul would remain. She was filled with a wild, masochistic joy. She was being sodomized! The pain had long since been vanquished, replaced by an all-conquering pleasure. She not only matched his movements but made movements of her own! She found herself undulating her body and moving her buttocks in savage, tight little circles. She could feel his sperm-filled scrotum bouncing off her unprotected vaginal lips with each new movement, and this, too, excited her.
Tod was lost in the wonder of it. He watched the crinkled pink flesh of the little round asshole draw back with his cock; it seemed reluctant to relinquish its tight grip on him, and it greedily clasped at him as if to keep him captive. He watched and smiled in far-off delight as his balls slapped against her vaginal lips each time he sank his prick to the hilt in her wide-split crevice. And he played a tune of love on the passion-engorged clitoris in front; he strummed it as if it were a finger harp. His cock felt as if it were being squeezed out of shape in there. And the jolts of pleasure! She must have an electric cattle prod in there, he thought. Most amazing though was Sylvia’s reaction. He knew she was building to a climax. Each time he plunged into her and his white throbbing shaft disappeared into that gyrating ass, her loud moan of delight echoed louder and louder above the hiss of the shower water. Her beautiful face was flushed… the color of strawberries… and her eyes rolled around in her head. She began mewling little inarticulate sounds of lust, and he saw her suddenly rise on tiptoe.
“Tod… Tod, darling! I’m cumming… I’m cum… minggg!”
He drew his prick out to the point where only the head was lodged inside then pushed gently but firmly in all the way. The long, long stroke drove her insane. She whined and jiggled her ass as though she were a friendly puppy wagging its tail. He did it again and again and again! Speeding up his tempo now as he felt the white hot lava of his own cum threatening an eruption in his balls.
She was panting so loudly that it was almost impossible to make sense of her words, but the meaning did reach him, “Harder, faster. Fuck harder. Fuck faster,” she groaned with her mouth open making silent screams as her body suddenly began an uncontrollable convulsing.
And then Tod was there, too. In spite of her own orgasm, Sylvia felt the first delicious torrents of hot, white cum spurt far up into the hidden depths of her rectum. She was getting an enema of love filling her almost to the bursting point! And she almost immediately careened into a wilder and deeper orgasm. She screamed as the great gush of pleasure shot through her. And had it not been for his almost superhuman strength, she would have toppled forward onto the tile floor of the shower.
Later, much later, when they had returned to bed, Sylvia had pouted like a little girl. “I’m sore there,” she said, pointing to her ravaged anus.
“Shall I kiss it to make it feel better?” Tod had asked playfully.
His only answer had been a low purr, and then she had presented him with her buttocks.
And of course, that had started all the machinery working again in both of their bodies.
Now, lying in the deserted and rumpled bed, Tod began to wonder where Sylvia was? He called her name, but there was no answer from the bathroom. Finally, curiosity got the better of lethargy, and he rolled out of bed and padded into the bathroom. A crumpled towel on the floor was evidence that she had showered and left the room… for what purposes, he couldn’t imagine.
The stinging spray of the shower began to fully awaken him, and after he had been in it for almost ten minutes, he turned the temperature knob all the way to cold. That drove the last vestiges of sleep away. He was still under the stream when he heard the outer door of the bathroom open and Sylvia’s voice yell, “Good afternoon, sleepy-head.”
“Hi,” he shouted back and then turned off the water. When he opened the glass door of the shower stall Sylvia dressed in a blue mini and very tight blue cashmere sweater… was holding an open towel for him.
She grinned at him and mimicked a Japanese bath girl’s voice, “Master, al reddly to be dlied off” She blinked her eyes several times rapidly and then giggled. “Come on,” she said, jerking her head sideways. “Don’t be bashful. I’ll be gentle with it… you! I mean.” She giggled again. “That was a Freudian slip.”
Tod docilely permitted himself to be dried. The rubbing of the towel was a terrible sensual thing, and he could feel the reverberations of an awakening, desire… especially when she carefully, oh so carefully, the beautiful bitch! dried his scrotum and penis.
As she worked, she looked up at him and grinned, “Aren’t you curious about where I’ve been? Or don’t you care? An entire army of wildly erotic Chinese gangsters could have burst into the room and sold me into white slavery while you were sleeping.
for all you know.”
Tod laughed. “Did they?”
“Yes,” she said, feigning distress. “It was all so horrible. They all had me… three times each!”
“I would have thought you’d have a ball on a deal like that. What’s so horrible?” She pouted, “There wasn’t a single one of the evil gang who… who… could match junior here.” She bent and kissed the head of his cock.
Tod growled low in his throat and attempted to cup her face in his hands.
She twisted away from him. “No. Not yet. Come on in the front room; I want to show you what I bought.”
“All right. How about tossing me my bathrobe?”
“No. Come out as you are. I have a surprise for you.”
Tod felt the corners of his mouth turning up in amusement, and he decided to play along with her little game. He padded out into the front room of their suite. There were several packages on top of the couch.
Sylvia acted like a small child at Christmas time. She excitedly opened one sack and pulled out a navy blue tie with silver pin stripes. “This is for you. Do you like it?”
Tod nodded his thanks. “Great. It makes me look as though I came from a terribly important British school.”
Sylvia came up to him and began to wrap it around his neck. Tod’s penis was stirring to life so he tried to catch her around the waist and pull her body into him. Again Sylvia twisted away and smiled teasingly at him. “No. No… no!” she said, shaking her finger in mock anger at him. She stood back, her head cocked to one side, evaluating the tie. “It looks very dignified on you.”
“Thank you. Are you talking about the tie? Or this?” He looked down at his rising prick.
Sylvia’s answer was a giggle. “Now something for me!” She bent over another sack and then stood up triumphantly brandishing an incredibly transparent pair of white silk bikini panties. Embroidered on the front of the panties or at least Tod assumed it was the front… was a green-stemmed red rose. The petals of the rose opened to full bloom over the pubic area. Sylvia looked askance at him, waiting for his reaction.
“Wild.” What the hell else was there to say, he thought, feeling a need for sex from just looking at the thing being held up in the air.
Sylvia clapped her hands in glee. “You do like them, don’t you. I can tell.” She pulled out a half bra that was so skimpy it wouldn’t cover twin postage stamps. “I bought them for the party tonight. Would you like an advanced preview?”
“That would be very, very nice,” he said, beginning to feel foolish standing in the middle of the room with a half hard-on.
Sylvia began to strip, and his hard-on almost immediately graduated with honors. It actually pained him, and Sylvia obviously knew it was hurting him. Shamelessly, she removed each item of her clothing as though she were working in a burlesque theater. A button undone, a quick peek-a-boo glimpse of the merchandise, then teasingly cover the sweets again for a moment before spinning around and tossing the item of clothing onto the couch. Her sweater went first, followed by her skirt. All this took time, for she was enjoying herself… enjoying the tease she was performing. And it was definitely a performance. To make sure he understood it was a show, she was cornballing, “a… purty girl… is like a… mello-dee.
Finally she was down to the buff. Twice Tod had impatiently started toward her, and twice he had been ordered to get back.
She stepped into the panties and tantalizingly pulled them up. The rose now had an extra dimension; it looked as though it were growing, and her mound of Venus caused it to swell with life. The bra, of course, didn’t hide a damned thing; it merely emphasized the already almost perfect upthrust of her breasts.
Tod’s words were forced out of his desire-tightened throat. “Jesus, Sylvia. You’re killing me.”
She grinned a Cheshire cat’s smile and asked, “Do you think it will be suitable for the party tonight?”,
“Baby, if those guys feel like I feel right now, you won’t have that outfit on long enough for anyone to see it.”
Sylvia bowed in acknowledgment. “Thank you, sir. That’s the nicest thing anyone had said to me so far today. Well, now. Are you ready for your other present?”
Tod nodded rapidly.
“Will you do as I say?”
“I am… your obedient slave.” It was an echo of a little game they had played earlier last evening.
She laughed delightedly, “No, I am your slave. And I am going to do as you command. But first you have to do what I tell you.”
“Fire away, baby, fire away!”
“All right, then. Go over and lie down on the bed.”
Tod grinned happily; that was more like it. That, at least, was an order he could obey without question.
“Close your eyes,” Sylvia said.
Tod did as he was instructed. He heard a paper sack rattling, and then he was aware of Sylvia’s presence next to the bed. “Your eyes closed?” she whispered.
“Yeh.”
“Don’t open them until I tell you to. Promise?”
“Okay.”
There was a moment of silence. Tod was waiting for something, anything! to happen. And then Sylvia said, “Cross your heart and hope to die, you won’t peek.”
“Oh, for God’s sake, Sylvia!” he protested. “Are you trying to build me up for rape?”
She laughed. “No, you poor boy. Here’s your present. Keep your eyes closed.”
Tod heard the hiss and then jumped as something very cold hit his abdomen. “What the hell?” he started to say and was pushed back against the mattress by Sylvia’s firm hand. “You promised,” she said.
The hissing continued, and now Tod could feel the cool, yet satiny substance beginning to cover his belly. A second later, the coldness hit his prick. First the head was covered, then the entire shaft. Next he felt it covering his inner thighs and then, almost painfully, the frigid stuff his scrotum and anus. During the entire event, Sylvia was chortling aloud. Finally, the delightful and mysterious torture ended.
Sylvia said almost breathlessly, “You can look now.”
Tod raised himself up on his elbows and then exclaimed, “Good Christ! What’s that?” There, written across his belly in something that looked like shaving foam was the word Sylvia. The tail end of the “A” was in the form of a curlicue that surrounded his penis. His penis itself looked like a snow-covered tower, and his scrotum and thighs were white with the stuff as well.
“What is it?” he asked again.
Sylvia dimpled. “Whipped cream… master.”
“That,” said Tod in mock sternness, “is a terrible waste of food.”
“I agree. We mustn’t waste it.”
“Do you have any ideas?” Tod asked, already knowing the answer.
Sylvia looked as though she were really studying the problem; then she said, “Maybe… if we put some walnuts around it and a cherry on top… we could sell it as a sundae?”
Tod doubled up in laughter. “You little bitch,” he said, and there was warm affection in his voice.
“Or… I could lick it off Which would you prefer?”
“Like lick, little friend. Lic-ycck!” The last was squeezed out of his throat as he felt her hot trembling little tongue scraping the underside of his cock. “Ummmm,” he purred.
Sylvia, with cream all over her face, looked up and asked softly, “You like that?”
“Oh, God!”
She went back to her ministrations. The consistency of the whipped cream was almost that of a lightweight foamy butter so her mouth moved up and down the shaft of his cock almost without friction. She licked the letter S, then Y and then with one tingling swipe, wiped out LVIA. Her tongue followed the curlicue as it circled the massive base of his cock. Then she was licking his balls. Lap… lap… lap… like a dainty little kitten lapping up milk. But then she became a tiger and bit his thighs, only to become a kitten again when she reached that sensitive area between scrotum and anus.
At first Tod was content to lie back with his eyes closed and let the wonderful sensations wash over him. He had never felt anything quite as erotic in his life. He was completely alive in the mid-portion of his body. He could feel the heat of her tongue working at the entrance to his anus, could feel the beat… beat… beat of the metronome in his scrotum.
But then, as if sensing the buildup within his body, Sylvia stopped and said, quite firmly, “Don’t tell me when you’re ready to cum. I want it to be a surprise.” Her head bowed and her hot lips enclosed the head of his cock.
The movement and her command had taken him by surprise. It was then he opened his eyes and gazed down at her kneeling between his hairy knees. He watched with unbelieving rapture as the tight, rounded ovals of wide-stretched lipstick-covered lips covered the head and a good portion of the shaft of his cock. His instrument skewered into the beautiful face of the woman, and there was a moment when her enraptured expression looked as if it were something on canvas done by a master. The look of enjoyment was almost electric in itself
Sylvia had started using her tongue, slowly at first, but with increasing expertise and tempo. She licked and sucked, and once when she playfully bit, his cock jerked in her mouth. Those lips, those ripe, wonderfully full lips, were soft and smooth as they clasped his prick in a close, elastic ring. He could feel them as they moved down, down the shaft when Sylvia attempted to take as much of him as she could in her mouth. She surrounded, almost drowned his cock with her hot saliva, and then she went back to that maddening, that beautiful! slow lick… lick… lick on the underside. He pressed his hands on either side of her hollowing cheeks and pressed inward, attempting to ram it even further down her voracious throat.
The pressure in his cum-stretched scrotum had grown almost unbearable. Apparently, sensing this, Sylvia began to suck him with a moist, nibbling motion so perfect that it seemed surely she had done this every day of her life. She was so instinctive in her actions that it was almost as if she were sucking at the teat of life… almost as if a hidden hunger deep in her vagina was now concentrated in her mouth.
In spite of her instructions to the contrary, Tod began to groan incoherently low in his throat. He clasped both sides of her face and began to fuck it as though it were some large, happy, incredibly moist vagina. She gagged with each inward stroke. He wanted to cum. He had to cum. She wanted him to cum! And he did! feeling the boiling sperm suddenly freed of all restraint… suddenly able to shoot toward freedom. And it gushed out of him in a never-ending torrent, filling her mouth, raging down her convulsively working throat, spurting out of her tightly clasped lips to drain down across her chin and drip onto her breasts. She drank his elixir of love, she took all he had… and then nibbled and sucked continuously until finally the slowly deflating cock died in her mouth.
Tod fell back onto the bed. Never in his wildest imaginations had he believed a blow job could feel so good. After a moment, he felt those lips reluctantly leave his godsend, and then there was the warmth of her nude, trembling body against his.
She whispered, “Did I please the master?”
His eyes were closed; he didn’t bother to open them. “You did.”
Sylvia kissed the hair on his chest; she even nibbled once or twice at his almost imperceptible breast nipples. Then her mouth was on his; her tongue swam into his mouth… and Tod… for the first time in his life tasted his own semen. It was all over her face, and her mouth was full of it. Slightly alien, slightly saline… his!
She continued to tremble alongside him, and he knew her own desire had gotten the better of her. She wanted him; she needed release… any kind of release! He had been so lost in his ejaculation that he had spent everything he had… it would take hours to build it up again to full potential. Caring, he knew Sylvia shouldn’t have to wait that long. And then, abruptly, he knew what he was going to do.
He laughed as he sat upright and looked down at her trembling body. “Love…” he asked slowly. “Is there any more whipped cream left?”
There was.
And it was Sylvia a few minutes later with legs splayed out wide who was screaming her release.
And it was Sylvia, all breathless in wide-eyed eagerness, who said… as they toweled each other dry after showering, “You know, I think walnuts and a cherry would be too rich for that sundae.” She paused as if suddenly thinking of something, and her cheeks dimpled, “Everything I like is supposed to be fattening. How many calories would you say you shot into my mouth?”
Tod rolled his eyes and groaned at the ridiculousness of the question.
Sylvia smiled, “Are you trying to say it isn’t fattening?”
“Only at a certain time of the month when deposited in your pussy… unless you’re on the pill.”
Suddenly, she was serious, completely serious. “I’m not on the pill. And I’d like to get fat… that way!”
And Tod, hearing the words and seeing her expression, abruptly decided it was time to change the subject.