Tiara and Tyree looked into each other’s eyes, each a witness to the other’s sexual decadence and gratification, presented like pictures in a slide show. She could not take her eyes away from him and he couldn’t tear his eyes away from her. Tiara was spellbound by it all; the things that she was seeing as well as everything that she was feeling. She welcomed the new forbidden pleasures, all the while keeping her eyes on Tyree.
The Caveman and The Roman both reached for Tiara’s buttocks, each grabbing a cheek, kneading and massaging their way to her anus, as they continued performing their lubricious manipulations on her breasts. Each man inserted a finger in her anus, which was already lubricated by the juices from her cum. The Jungle Man slipped two fingers into Tiara’s pulsating pussy and sucked on her clit, making her cry out as her eyes rolled to the back of her head. She groaned in delight. She sighed and panted in pleasure. She welcomed the eroticism and embraced each taboo as she allowed her body to match the men’s rhythmic caresses. Tiara’s eyes fluttered open just long enough for the lights go on and off again, which allowed her to take a mental picture of what was happening to her.
Then, it all came to a sudden halt. Tiara’s eyes drifted open once more and there was Tyree standing before her; no one else was there. He gripped her hips, pulling her close to him, and entered her body with a mind-blowing force.
“Mine, Tiara, mine,” Tyree stated. “I don’t want anyone else but you and I won’t allow anyone else to have you. Come home with me?”
“All right.” Tiara wrapped her arms and legs around him. “I’ll come home with you tonight.”
The lights twinkled on and then off again and again as they slowly made love, deliberately, passionately looking into each other’s eyes.
At the end of the party Tiara couldn’t find her purse. So she instructed Tyree to leave without her. She promised that she would meet him at his house, after she went home to pack a bag for the weekend. Once she kissed Tyree good-bye and saw him off she asked an usher to help her. He led her to a room down the corridor stating that any miscellaneous things—shoes, ties, etc.—that were lying about after the lights came back on were moved to that room. Tiara opened the door; her purse was sitting on the bed. As she stepped into the room to retrieve it, she looked around and noticed that there were no other miscellaneous items lying about, only her purse. Suddenly, the door closed behind her.
“You went to a lot of trouble to get me all alone tonight,” Tiara stated as she turned toward the door, purse in hand. “Who are you?” she asked The Jungle Man, who was leaning with his back against the door. “Let me see your face,” she demanded.
“You know who I am, Tiara—after all, I am your host tonight. Listen to my voice, look at my body, remember my touch, and tell me my name.”
Tiara did as she was told. She listened to his voice. She looked over his magnificent body. She closed her eyes and reminisced about his touch. She opened her eyes and looked directly into his. She smiled an impish smile.
“I don’t know your name,” she lied.
“Yes, you do,” The Jungle Man said ever so calmly as he locked the door. “I know that you’re lying. I always know when you’re lying. You have a choice, Tiara;we can do this the easy way or the hard way.”
“The hard way!” Tiara said as she ripped off her mask and glared at The Jungle Man. She was thrilled, wildly excited, carnally electrified. She wanted to be taken. Adrenaline pumped through her body as she readied herself for his attack.
“You asked for it! Now I’m going to have to take you by force, just the way you like it, and ruin you.”
“You have to catch me first!”
The Jungle Man lunged at Tiara; however, she sidestepped him. Just as she was about to flip over the bed he caught her by her ankle.
“This was too easy, Tiara,” The Jungle Man stated as he pulled her to him.
“Well, hell…I had a busy night,” Tiara responded, laughing.
“Come on, dear lady, let’s share a shower.”
“Gladly,” she agreed. They continued talking while they undressed and got into the shower. “It’s been a while, Kibryia.”
“Yes, it has,” Kibryia responded as he took off his mask. “When was the last time we saw each other, February of last year?”
“Yes, it’s been about a year and a half. But I have a question for you.”
“Shoot.”
“What are you doing at the same party as Tyree? This party was by invitation only, no guests, which means that you invited him.”
“I wanted to fuck you right in front of him.”
“You almost did.” Tiara laughed. “What stopped you? He was busy.”
“I took my time with you when I shouldn’t have. I wanted you to have a few thrills, to remember the things that we did and talked about the last time we were together.”
“Oh, I remember—and I also remember how many days it took for me to recover. I really don’t think that I can do this tonight.”
“Bullshit! You can and you will. Now get on your knees and suck my dick while I wash your hair, baby.”
“With pleasure, rinse the soap off.” Tiara stroked Kibryia’s dick, helping him wash the suds away. She slipped the head of his penis into her mouth while the water continued to trickle over the shaft. She stopped for a moment and looked up at him. “You know what, I just noticed something…your dick is just as thick as my wrist.” She opened her mouth as wide as she could, being able to take in only about a fourth of his manhood before letting it slide out again. She gingerly licked, sucked, and kissed his cock. She slurped the water off of his dick as if she were drinking from a water fountain; all the while he lathered and rinsed her hair, twice. He applied the conditioner and massaged her scalp while she pleasured him, twirling her tongue over his testicles, sucking them gently one at a time. She licked her way over his shaft back to the head, tickling the tip with her tongue before taking it into her mouth once more.
“Stand up and turn around so that I can wash your back,” Kibryia instructed. She did as she was told. “Brace yourself.”
“Por favor, Kibryia, take it easy.”
“No!” He gripped her hips and worked his monolithic dick into her already swollen pussy. “You should have chosen the easy way.” His authoritarian voice roared. “Don’t pretend that you don’t know me—choose the hard way, and then beg for mercy later, damn it.”
“Oooooooh! Daaamn…oh shit, Kibryia! Oh my God, man!”
“Damn, your pussy is tight. What are you doing fucking with that little-dick man? You know that you need to be filled to the point of overflowing. You know that you need a man that can stand up in it.” Tiara could barely breathe; she gasped for air as she pushed at Kibryia. “Relax, Tiara, because you are taking this entire dick, tonight. I am going to fuck you like Tyree can’t and then send you home to him ruined. Once you adjust to me I am going to lay you down and remind you why you will always make time to see me. I am going to make love to your entire body all night.”
“I love the way you love me, Kibryia.”
“And I do love loving you.”
“Kibryia…you are just much too much for me tonight.”
“I’ve got something that will help with that. Come with me. Here, stand in the doorway and hold on tight.”
Tiara did as she was instructed. She closed her eyes and waited for Kibryia to work his massive dick into her sore pussy again.
Kibryia slathered his penis with a warming lubricant, stood behind Tiara, and whispered into her ear, “Are you ready for me?”
The question was completely rhetorical because before he even finished asking, he was pressing his penis head past her pussy lips. She was able to take the full length of him in just two strokes. She gasped in delight, arched her back, and bounced back against him. Stroke by stroke her body adjusted to his girth. After about a half an hour her pussy got accustomed to his dick. Once the feeling changed from a tight grip to a snug fit Kibryia carried Tiara to the bed. The different
positions of lovemaking that they shared can be described only as manic Kama Sutra. Tiara came over and over again, her orgasms stronger, more powerful, and more sensational with Kibryia than with any other lover that she had ever had. They switched back and forth from oral to vaginal sex, prolonging their inevitable conclusion.
“I love you, Kibryia, I love you so much,” Tiara hollered out helplessly as her cum exploded from her body yet again.
“I love you, too, Tiara,” Kibryia responded breathlessly, “my naughty little minx.”
They basked in all of the delights of their sexual enchantment; lavishing in the thrills that they gave each other. It was more than just a hair-pulling, ass-slapping, back-scratching romp. They truly made love to each other, taking their time to fully experience all that the other had to offer: every touch, every kiss, every lick, and every stroke was unhurried. They looked into each other’s eyes to make sure that what was needed was given. Only with each other did they surrender emotional control. They gave in to more than just the moment, they shared devotion, desire, and ecstasy. They were wrapped in a vortex of passion ending in sensual rapture. They lay in each other’s arms spent, breathless, lethargic, but more than that, euphoric.
“He can’t have you,” Kybryia stated as he pulled Tiara closer, tightening his grip on her. “I am not letting you go.”
“Stop playing, you know that you can’t keep me.”
“I am here to stay, Tiara, and I don’t like sharing…I won’t share!”
“You have got to be kidding!”
“No, not at all…stay, Tiara. Stay with me tonight.”
“I can’t, love.”
“You can’t, or you won’t?”
“I know that you are not serious, KB…”
“What if I am?”
“You’re putting me in a precarious position.”
“You are not leaving tonight, Tiara. It’s not a request.”
“Let me make a phone call.”
“No.” Kybryia kissed the top of Tiara’s head. “No calls, sweetheart. I’m not going to let you go anywhere. The house is locked, your cell phone has been confiscated, and the house phone won’t be connected until Thursday.”
“Damn.”
“Remember that you said the hard way, Boo.”
“So you decided to take me hostage?”
“Yes.”
“What if I would have said the easy way?”
“I knew that you wouldn’t.” Kibryia shifted his weight so that Tiara was lying on top of him. “Sit up and slide yourself on this here dick.”
Tiara spread her legs just enough for him to reenter her body.
“Mmm, oh Kibryia.” She slowly descended on his pleasingly colossal cock. “This is so unfair.” Using her PC muscles she pushed him out of her vaginal canal and closed her legs. “You know that I have to go.”
“Nice trick but, um, by the time I unlock the doors you won’t want to leave.”
“I can’t believe that you have taken me hostage.”
“I have taken you more than hostage, Boo, you are going to be my sex slave. I am going to fuck you until your pussy is molded into the shape of my dick and you are going to love every minute of it.”
“I’m going to have to fight you every step of the way, Kibryia.”
“I know—that’s why the house is locked. This is a war that I have every intention of winning, battle by battle. Now, get on this here dick like I told you.”
“No!”
“Now see, you are going to learn how to obey as well.”
“Obey?”
“Obey!”
“You?”
“Me!” Kibryia gripped Tiara by her hips and settled her on the head of his dick. He thrust his hips as he pulled her down on top of him, working his way deep into her body. “And no one else but me.”
“Oh my God, Kibryia,” Tiara moaned, “not again, no, baby no.”
“Yes, sweetheart.” He ground his hips, making her cry out and dig her nails into his shoulders. “Ride, baby, come on now, take a ride with me.” Tiara moved up and down gingerly, riding slowly, softly. “No, my sweet, I will make love to you softly tomorrow, but tonight we are making love hard…hell, we’re fucking. Your body is hot, wet, and ready for me to take.”
“Then take control of me until I readjust to you, love.”
“No repeats, Tiara, I did that a year and a half ago when we first got together. It’s your turn today. This is your dick and I want you to ride it as such. You take control, baby, show me how much you want me; how much you’ve missed me; love me enough to be completely free with me always.”
“I’ll do my best.” Tiara sat up as far she could. She looked into Kibryia’s eyes. “Close your eyes, love.” She moved her hips in a circular motion while he bucked. She took his hands away from her hips and pushed them up above his head. “Be still, just arch your hips up a little bit and hold yourself there,” she instructed. She took over riding his massive cock as hard as she could stand. But before long, as her pleasure heightened to its pinnacle, she rode him with a mindless salaciousness. Her throaty, passion-filled cries escaped her body as if they were being forced out of her with every pummel onto his dick. “I’m going to cum, love! Help me!” Kibryia joined in, moving his hips, meeting Tiara in the middle stroke for stroke. Her body froze, caught up in ecstasy like a deer caught in headlights. She was held there suspended in an agonizing need, on the edge of the highest cliff wanting to dive into a sea of lubricious gratification. But her body would not relent. Her breath caught in her throat. Tears welled up in her eyes and spilled over onto her cheeks. Kibryia reached out and gave her clitoris a swift hard pinch, which instantly sent her over the edge. Her pleasure washed over her as she collapsed on top of him. She was worn-out, depleted, and somnolent…barely able to keep her eyes open.
“Oh no, lovely, it’s not over yet.” He continued to move inside her with deep, purposeful strokes. “I want your pussy to milk every ounce of cum out of my dick. Come on now, baby, do that little thing that you do. Work them muscles for me, baby, let me feel your grip. Go ahead and give my dick a little squeeze.”
Tiara was frustrated; her attempt to even try to move her vaginal muscles proved fruitless.
“You can’t do this to me, Kibryia, you can’t push me this hard.”
“I can and I will.” He rolled her over onto her back, rolling over with her, on top of her. He held her legs open as he rammed deep into her, harder and faster still. Tiara’s body responded, in complete contrast to her level of exhaustion. She thrashed about, her mind spinning, her very being on autopilot. Her desire outweighed her fatigue as she overexerted herself to the point of sure weariness. Her body trembled uncontrollably. Sexual yearning and pure lust raged through her body, boiled up inside of her, and pressurized to the point of combustion.
“KIBRYIA!!!” she exclaimed before falling completely still, fainting, yet her juices still seeped out of her body. Satisfied with his effect on her, Kibryia sought his own release, after which he gathered her into his arms so that she lay on his chest, and settled in for the night.
All else was forgotten.
Cracked Butterfly
Mariposa deshecha
Teresa Lamai
I can’t stand human beings after a day in criminal court. So I’m glad the industrial district is deserted after six. As I make my way home, the desolate November wind smells like burning garbage. I stumble every time it the frigid current gusts out from between the buildings. Halfway home the misery is increased by a sideways, freezing rain cutting into me.
By the time I reached home, my breathing echoed in the dark hallways of my apartment building. I wanted to enter the door and fall on my carpet in the dark and turn up music so loud it would vibrate through my rib cage.
Instead I see a streak of warm light under my door.
A moment later I am in Tal’s arms. My apartment is filled with the smell of tortillas, music, and Tal’s voice. He squeezes my waist through the dank coa
t and I hold his temples between my palms. I refresh my eyelids in his glossy curls. I press my cheek against his and inhale. He has just shaved.
“I thought you were still on tour. Oh my God, don’t move.” My voice squeaks. He laughs and kisses my forehead. His skin smells like cinnamon bread.
“I still have your key and I wanted to surprise you. You were going to sit here and read and eat caramel ice cream for dinner, weren’t you, Rosa? And you’re soaked.” His warm mouth finds mine and we stand motionless, softly kissing and drinking in each other’s breath. One by one, my cells came back to life.
I am still holding his face when he breaks the kiss and looks down at me. Tal’s eyes are almond-shaped, tilting toward his temples in gorgeous arabesques. Their darkness is almost inhumanly beautiful, absorbing rather than reflecting light. I do everything I can to make them glitter like jewels. His lashes flutter uncertainly and I know he has a question for me.
His hands, long and slender as a pianist’s, move over my hips. I squirm.