Authors: Desiree Holt
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But Lisa could only grit her teeth against the assault of
sensation she knew was coming.
Jake slowly inserted the feather into her vagina, its spine
thick enough to feel but hardly enough to fill her. Instead, the
little feather extensions brushed against her vaginal walls,
setting off all the tiny nerves embedded there and making the
wet flesh quiver. She knew when he turned the handle at the
end, because the spine started vibrating and the feathering
extensions began their erotic dance. It was like having a
hundred tiny fingers tickling her inner flesh, teasing at it,
sending sensation upon sensation racing through her body.
Almost immediately, she was aware of something that
both conflicted with the effect of the feather and added to it.
She recognised the feel of the cool gel Jake squeezed onto
the flesh surrounding her anus. He massaged it into her skin,
loosening the tight ring of muscle. When he added a little
more and slid one finger inside her rectum, that was all it
took for a mini-climax to race through her.
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The walls of her pussy clamped and pulsed, incited by the
feathery fingers dancing inside her, stimulated by Jake's long
finger sliding in and out of her ass. It went on and on, tiny
spasms that rose and fell, rose and fell, stimulating her more
than satisfying her or giving her release. Then Jake pushed a
second finger inside her ass, and a third, and twisted the
handle on the feather to its highest speed.
Lisa screamed out as her body convulsed, her pussy
spasming over and over, the orgasm pushing her from one
plane to another until she couldn't even catch her breath.
And as suddenly as it began, it stopped. The feather
ceased vibrating, and Jake removed his fingers from her ass.
But her body, far from satisfied, shook with aftershocks that
wouldn't seem to stop.
"Oh, yes," Jake said, a grin in his voice. "I could have kept
this going until you begged for mercy. Isn't that right, sweet
thing?"
But Lisa couldn't find the strength to answer him. All she
could do was nod her head and hope he didn't start up again.
The bed shifted as he climbed off.
"I think you need a little cooling down, don't you? I want
you to enjoy everything we do together. Not peak too soon."
One hand slapped a cheek of her buttocks. "Be right back."
She had no idea what he was doing. She heard him in the
bathroom then moving around her house in the direction of
the kitchen. Then he was back, kneeling between her thighs
again.
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"This ought to help." He leaned down and kissed both
cheeks of her ass then spread the lips of her cunt and
inserted first one, then a second ice cube.
The cold made her shiver, but it was a delicious shiver
brought on by the combination of heat and chill racing
through her. Then she remembered the waiter at
Interlude
who'd knelt under the table and slid ice cubes into her while
Mark had urged him on. What
was
this with the ice cube
fetish? All of this had to be related somehow. It just
had
to
be.
Her thought process fractured as ice cubes slid into the hot
tunnel of her rectum. The dual sensations of hot and cold in
both of her openings made her blood race and all of her
pulses throb in overtime. She felt as if someone had zapped
her with jolt after jolt of lightning, a combination of
pleasure/pain that threatened to throw her into another
orgasm.
While she shivered under the onslaught of feelings gripping
her body, Jake moved again. She heard the familiar rip of foil
and the snap of latex as he sheathed himself. She shook with
a delicious shiver of anticipation. It might not be raining and
this might not be
Interlude
, but she had a feeling that she
didn't need the titillation of exposure to fuel the giant
orgasms she sensed were coming.
But just as she braced herself for the first hint of pressure
against her anus, he shifted again and braced his hands on
her thighs. The wet flame of his tongue lapped at her cunt,
swirling, licking at every inch of her labia. Flutters low in her
tummy were a counterpoint to the quivering of muscles in her
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pussy. She pushed back as much as she could, silently urging
him to thrust his tongue inside her and lick up all of her
juices.
His warm chuckle vibrated through her needy tissues,
sending another fresh flood of cream onto his tongue. When
he moved his head just a little and closed his teeth lightly
over her clit she shouted at the arrow of heat that shot to her
breasts and spread its fire throughout her body.
As she rocked back and forth on her knees, she again felt
the coolness of the gel at her tight little hole, now dripping
from the melting ice. His hands moved up to the cheeks of
her ass, spread them wide, and the thick, flared head of his
cock breached the taut muscle around the opening. Now, Jake
was the one rocking back and forth as he eased himself into
her.
"Deep breaths, sweet thing." His voice was uneven and
gravelly. "Time your breaths with me. You know how to do
it."
Yes. She did. Breathe in as he pulled back, out as he
penetrated more. In. Out. In. Out. In. Out. In increments that
huge, thick cock worked its way into her well-greased rectum,
filled with soothing gel and the last effects of the ice cubes,
her tissues stretching, stretching, stretching to accommodate
him.
Breathe in. Breathe out. In. Out.
This was surely the biggest she had ever taken into
any
orifice of her body. Including Mark's, to which she had
previously given top prize.
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When Jake was fully seated, he reached beside him. In the
next instant, the feather was in her pussy, doing its tortuous
dance, the whole maelstrom of sensations stretching her on
such a rack of pleasure she was sure she would snap.
Jake held her firmly in place with his big hands, pressing
her against the pillows stacked beneath her, his hips now
rocking in a steady motion, harder and faster. The friction
from the tight fit made her crazy, setting off firecrackers
everywhere in her body. And the damn feather. Jesus! She'd
only used it once, alone, and had been driven so nuts by its
teasing that she'd put it away, forgetting it was there in the
drawer. Until Jake had pulled it out to use it to drive her to a
higher plane of pleasure than she'd ever reached before.
The climax began to build inside her, invading every part
of her but still hanging out there beyond her reach. She
yearned for it, strained for it, wanted it with a hunger she'd
never felt before. And still it dangled beyond her, someplace
out in space.
Jake had picked up the tempo of his strokes, and his
fingers dug harder into her buttocks, pressing into the soft
flesh.
"Damn it, Lisa," he groaned. "You're gonna burn me alive.
God, this ass of yours is tighter than a hot fist. Fuck, I don't
know how much longer I can hold off."
"Do it," she cried. "Do it and take me with you."
"Okay, then. Get ready."
He drove into her harder, pushing her body forward with
each powerful thrust. And then... Oh, yes, then. In one
unbelievable burst that hurtled her into a whirlpool of stars
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and meteors, she exploded, Jake right there with her, pulsing
in the tight sheath of her rectum as he screamed her name.
Her pussy clenched over and over and over again. Juice
dripped from her, nipples beaded and hardened with painful
urgency, and her body threatened to shatter with the power
of the spasms. Jake's cocked pulsed again and again inside
her, filling the thin latex reservoir.
At last, she collapsed forward, her skin covered with a fine
sheen of perspiration, breath heaving in uneven gasps, heart
banging like a kettle drum against her ribs. Jake lurched
forward covering her, catching his weight on his forearms so
he wouldn't crush her. She felt his sweat blending with hers,
heard his rasping breath in her ear, felt the beating of his
heart shaking her.
She had no idea how long they lay that way. With a sigh,
Jake pulled himself from her ass, reached between her legs to
retrieve the feather and levered himself off the bed.
"Be right back," he told her in a hoarse voice, heading
towards the bathroom to dispose of the condom and clean
himself up.
Lisa closed her eyes, trying to ease the strain on her arms
and shoulders. Then Jake was back, removing the handcuffs,
straddling her and massaging her arms and shoulders and
back with an incredibly gentle touch. His fingers were feather-
light as they kneaded her flesh, working out the kinks and
easing the stress in her muscles. She had never realised what
erotic places shoulder blades and the bumps of the spinal
column could be. Or elbows. Or wrists, for that matter.
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She found herself relaxing into the gentle, soothing strokes
until she fell into a light doze, but not before one thought
tickled her mind. The sex with Jake had been cataclysmic and
raunchy, hard and demanding, but it was missing the one
thing she'd shared with Mark—the erotic stimulation of
knowing other people watched. Of feeling other people
touched her. What on earth was she turning into?
When she awoke, she was in the tub, filled with sweet-
smelling water—her new bath salts!—lying back against
Jake's broad chest. His cock was seated firmly in her pussy,
his hands pinching and tugging on her nipples. His lips had
found the nape of her neck and were doing wicked things to
the nerves there.
"Mmm..." she hummed, shifting just a little.
"Welcome back, sweet thing," he murmured. He gave her
nipples one last squeeze before letting his hands drift down
over her tummy over her naked mound to her pussy lips. His
fingers were incredibly gentle as they danced over her well-
used flesh, teasing lightly, rasping his thumbs over her clit
with the barest of touches.
Jake's cock flexed inside her, sending tiny arrows of heat
racing through her body, but again, the sensations were less
intense, softer, as if Jake were trying to coax a gentle climax
from her.
"You dozed off, sweet thing," he whispered in her ear. "I
figured I needed to do something to wake you up. Did I guess
right?"
"Mm hmm," she sighed. "Just keep doing what you're
doing. Maybe forever."
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"I'm only disappointed we didn't get to the Ben Wa balls,
but I'll put them at the top of the list for next time."
Next time? Oh, god, I hope so.
She felt surrounded by him. Even the touch of his skin on
hers beneath the surface of the water felt like a velvet wrap,
cocooning her. She closed her eyes and drifted, aware on
some level that he was cleverly manipulating her highly
sensitised clit, rubbing it again and again. His legs bent
between hers keeping her thighs wide apart to give him room
to play.
As if it was happening to someone else, she felt a more
intense flexing of his shaft inside her and the tightening of
muscles in her womb that heralded the beginning of a climax.
She lay there pliant but aroused and waited for the spasms to
take her. When they came, they were as gentle as everything
else in the tub had been. She pulsed against Jake's throbbing
cock, shivering and spasming as he reached his own climax.
When it was over, she once again lay back, letting her
body recover in Jake's arms. They were still physically
connected when she drifted off to sleep again.
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Chapter Three
* * * *
intruding on Lisa's dream. She tried to hold onto her feeling
of pleasure as long as she could, but the damn bell wouldn't
shut up. Swimming up through the fog enveloping her, she
realised it was her phone on the nightstand, bleating into the
air with unpleasant insistence. She fumbled, nearly dropped
it, then mumbled into the receiver, "Who the hell is this?"
"Nice way to talk to your friends," came a cheery voice.
God, how she hated people who were perky in the
morning, and her friend, Glory Tickner, was the president of
the club.
"Glory," she groaned. "What do you want? It's the middle
of the night."
"It is? That's really weird when my watch says nine-thirty.
In the morning!"
She paused. "And you were due in at work