They met in a bar in a mutually convenient location. First dates were always fraught with tensions on both sides of the table. He wanted to run his finger down the curves of her little black neckline, to see if her skin was as soft as it looked.
She wanted to be loved. Nurtured. Stroked.
She wanted to be wanted.
He wanted with a ferocity that was mind-boggling. There was one goal here. Score!
So much rested on the end of the drink. Would she have another? Or be on her way.
Three hurricane cocktails later they were laughing, while under the table, the press of his dick against his pants was painful. He enjoyed the pain, the promise of pleasure. He noted her nipples pressing against the thin fabric of her dress, she noticed him noticing.
She might have blushed, or maybe it was just the flush of the rum, but what the hell. He took her hand as they walked to her car.
“Follow me home. Please?”
She bit her lip. Following him home meant that she would likely stay through morning. She nodded, biting her lip, then giggled as she almost fell over when she leaned into him for a drunken kiss. He grabbed her before she went over, steadying her.
“Wait a sec…I think you shouldn’t be driving. Come with me…” His voice was tender with concern, and she kissed him again before sliding around him. The rush of sex-need was intense.
“Hurry,” she whispered as she nibbled his earlobe. He put her into the passenger seat, then buckled himself into the driver seat. He shifted, trying to ease the ache in his groin. It had never been so intensely hard. She must be sending off some powerful pheromones. He waited while she stabbed the seatbelt into place.
It took three tries.
With a flourish, she finally sent it home, the click as loud as clapping.
“Did it!” she giggled.
“At last,” he thought as he turned the car on. She wasn’t sure what they talked about but it was not all that long before they cruised into a driveway, the dark open maw of a garage before them. He drove in slowly, put it into park, then unbuckled both belts. Drawing her across the seat, he kissed her with a hunger that reignited her own rum-fueled passion.
Fumbling, stumbling, they made it up the three steps from the garage to the kitchen, into the house, down the hallway. A long line of discarded clothing, mostly hers, left a trail. He kissed and pinched and fondled her breasts. She must have liked it for in moments she stood naked, back to the wall, arms stretched over her head.
“Ravage me, you beast,” she half-slurred, arching her back and thrusting her ruby-tipped tits towards him. His fingers grabbed and twisted, but the rougher he handled her the more she arched and growled.
He could smell her arousal, see the silver glint of it trailing down her thighs. His hands grabbed handfuls of tit, kneading the fat roundness, rubbing his still sheathed cock against her belly.
“Do me,” she whispered, biting his earlobe. “Take me hard, rough. I love it rough. Fuck me brutally you beast!”
Grabbing her hair he almost threw her across the room to his large bed. He smacked her ass as she landed on her side giggling. She moaned deeper as he battered at her bottom, her back arching, ass rising into each slap.
The heat from her ass cheeks, now a bright cherry red, excited him and he began to pant with need.
“I want to tie you, rape you, fuck you like you deserve,” he grunted.
‘Yes, yes, hurry. Tie me, fuck me, take me, you demon. Use me like a fucking whore…”
“Yesssss,” he moaned, dragging her up the bed to wrap her wrists painfully tight with the rope that he’d put there earlier, hopeful.
She growled as the rope bit into her flesh, hurting and exciting her simultaneously. In moments he was tying her ankle just as tight, stretching her leg wide. She’d never been tied so tightly before. She felt her nipples clench tight, her pussy so wet, so needy.
“Fucking hurrrrry. I’m dying for your cock.”
He turned and slapped her pussy hard, striking repeatedly. She cried, she kicked at the mattress, at him, with her free ankle. He grabbed it with one hand, while continuing the assault on her pussy.
“Come,” he demanded, slapping hard and hitting her clit. With a scream, she arched, whimpering prayers to nameless deities as she came again.
“That’ll hold you at least for a minute, you greedy slut!”
Hurriedly he tied her other ankle as her pussy pulsed and drooled.
Rising from the bed he shut the light and finished undressing.
“Hit me again you fucker!” she yelled, tugging at her restraints, thrashing her head. It was hard to see him in the room now, with the only light coming from the hallway. He moved towards her, mounting the bed, crawling between her thighs. His cock slid across her leg.
“What was that, you bastard? HIT me!” she demanded.
“My cock wants your wet holes, you little slut. Just as much as your holes want my cock.”
“Not my ass!”
“Oh yes, all your holes. Every one, mine!”
He laughed, then leaned forward and slapped her tits. He admired the bounce with every blow, the red imprint of his hand, the tight crinkle of her nipple. He laid atop her, and she felt his cock between her thighs.
Growling, she wanted it in her, dammit, she still rose as his mouth latched onto her breast, sucking and biting. The probing at her cunt made her freeze. Several somethings were probing. She felt a poke at her asshole, her pussy. Something fat and flexible probed at her, and he grunted around a mouthful of tit.
Her head arched back as she was suddenly full, both holes, with twisting, twining somethings.
He pressed his lower body closer, grinding his pelvis against her, moaning.
The fullness moved deeper, into her pussy, probing against her cervix, a painful excitement building there.
“Oh…oh fuck…” she drew a deep breath as the thing in her ass shoved deeply into her bowels. Past caring what it was, the sensations of dual-fullness, of pain in breast and belly ground her into an intense orgasm.
“Yessssssss!” He moaned, the first hard spurt shooting through and filling her belly with his seed. He filled her, filled her, filled her to overflowing, as dick in her ass and pussy pulsed hot jism into her.
Arching, receiving, feeling bloated and full of him. So full of him. He bit her nipple, bit her tit, and she welcomed it, reveled in it. Orgasms wracked her body, as she absorbed his juice, until spent, she slept.
He stood beside the bed, and she stared at the place where his cock should have been. A small nubbin was there. Just that.
“Wh-what?” Feeling like she’d woken from a stupor, she stretched. Her body felt languid.
“They fall off after I cum, then grow back. The longer I go before I have sex, the more of them grow. Last night I had two. You seemed to enjoy them.”
He smiled at her.
Reaching out to fondle the nubbin, that was almost visibly growing, she smiled up at him.
“How long does it take to grow back?”
“Depends on the inspiration,” he replied with a wink.
“Beat me, you fucking bastard!” Dropping the empty juice glass onto the night stand, she thrust her finger at him.
His cock grew an inch when he slapped her inner thigh.
* Yes, there really is a drink called a Hurricane Cocktail: 1 oz dark rum, 2 teaspoons lime juice, 1 tablespoon passion-fruit syrup. Shake in a cocktail shaker with ice, strain into a cocktail glass. url here: Hurricane Cocktail
** with special thanks to Donna, my scientific guru, who provided invaluable data to me about a species of sea creature that does indeed shed its penis after copulating, only to regrow another quickly. Some of these incredible creatures can thus copulate 3-4 times in 24 hours. Horny little devils. (my kind of creature!)
and yeah. blog vacation. fail. again. 🙂 The idea of it seems to be inspiring a lot of these “interesting” stories, however. ~n~