Enchanted Dreams (27 page)

"Hurry," she thought. "You promised."

"What are the magic words?" he taunted her.

"Please," she entreated. His thrusts were coming faster, pushing him farther and farther into her throat. She struggled to breathe, having all she could do to simply hold her mouth open wide while he had his way with her. He was so far inside her that his testicles began slapping at her bottom lip. In an effort to urge him on more quickly, she stretched out her tongue and licked at them.

Jimmy groaned loudly, seeming to like that, so Sara continued her efforts more eagerly. "You'll do anything for me now, won't you?" he asked.

"Yes," she began. "But you promised."

"Jimmy won't break his promise," he assured her. Up and down he moved along the walls of her esophagus as she dutifully kept lapping at his balls, impatient for him to decide it was her turn. It was difficult to keep her mouth wide open while he assaulted the deepest recesses of her throat, but the need in her wouldn't let her quit. The thought of his rigid thickness buried between her legs kept her going. She imagined the tip of him pressing against her womb, finding places in her that had never been discovered before and arousing that secret, mysterious thing that would lead her to higher and higher states of ecstasy. That thing, having been awakened, now cried out with a ravenous hunger that, if left unsatisfied, would surely be avenged. She simply had to feed it, and Jimmy was the only one who could help her do that. She needed him to quiet the thing again. Like an itch that simply cannot be reached at the surface, her need was buried deep beyond the realm of her own abilities.

Seemingly unaware of her plight, Jimmy kept driving himself deeper into Sara's throat, savoring every moment with relish. "Ahhhh," he moaned contentedly. "You're giving me incredible pleasure, Sara." He seemed to be mocking her, but then he added, "It won't go unrewarded." These words from him brought about another surge of uproarious need within her, beginning in her womb and radiating outward until it penetrated every part of her, even her mouth, which seemed to open even wider for him all at once. Her hips absently rocked back and forth, her little nether lips grasped at the air in desperation.

"Please, Jimmy," she thought, lapping more eagerly at his balls. "Please, remember your promise."

"Jimmy'll take care of you," he promised again. "
After
you take care of Jimmy."

Sara had long since lost the urge to gag and was, at last, getting used to the feeling of having her throat so thoroughly filled. It was still terribly intrusive and a bit discomfiting, but those sensations only increased her arousal and compounded her need. But there was not much more that she could do to enhance the experience for him. To simply keep her head arched and still, and her mouth held wide open for him, was all that was required. She had taken it a step further by using her tongue, to show him just how anxious she was to please him, and she could tell that he had been pleased. Her hands, though, had simply been lying on either side of her on the bed. She suddenly realized that she could use them to please him as well. She tentatively brought them up, feeling for him—for there was no visible evidence that anyone was there—and moving them up along his thighs and resting them on his buttocks.

Sara moved her hands over the firm, twin globes, experimentally sliding her fingers down in between his crack. He groaned loudly, and his thrusts into her throat came harder and faster. It was almost more than she could bear, and she gasped for air through her nose as she struggled to endure it. Meanwhile, to rouse him even more, she moved her finger down along the crease until it settled on his tightly puckered hole. She pressed her finger against the opening, gently at first, but as he grew even more excited she gradually applied more pressure.

"Oh, you are a dirty little girl, aren't you?" he moaned, clutching her head in his hands now as he literally ground himself into her wide-open throat. She wondered how much longer he could last as she kept pressing her finger against the entrance of his anus. She seemed to recall wishing for a lover who could go on forever. She silently prayed that wish wouldn't come true. Her jaw ached, her throat felt bruised, and her chin burned where his balls were battering her face. At last her finger breached the opening of his anus, and she pressed it deep inside. "Oh, you're a dirty girl!" he cried out again. He threw himself deep into her throat one last time and she thought she could feel his come slide the rest of the way down her throat. He remained inside her for much longer than was necessary, she felt, and his testicles twitched restlessly on her chin. She waited for him to recover with something akin to hysteria growing inside her. Her efforts on his behalf had partially distracted her from her own voracious need, but now her body was gripped in a frenzy of lust. With her own desire back in the forefront of her mind, the emptiness and yearning she suddenly felt struck her like a blow. She hated him in that instant, for moving in such a leisurely manner, taking his sweet time, knowing all the while how desperately she craved him because it was he who put the craving there to begin with!

She heard his chuckle and her resentment grew, even as his amusement further inflamed her desire. She trembled and ached everywhere, and every part of her was alive with wanting. As he pulled himself out of her throat, she reached to grasp hold of it, feeling the emptiness already. And she was overjoyed to find him as hard as if he had never ejaculated.

"Okay, now it's your turn," he told her. "Grab the headboard." She had no difficulty moving suddenly and scrambled to do as he instructed. She rolled onto her knees, spreading her legs far apart for him and grasped hold of the headboard as he had instructed. The cool air caused goose bumps to prickle and rise on the soaking flesh between her thighs. She was shaking uncontrollably, but she was sighing and moaning already in anticipation of what was to come.

She felt him moving slowly up and then down her saturated slit. She pushed her hips back in an effort to hurry him, but Jimmy firmly held the reins on the situation by grasping her hips. Holding her still, he moved himself unhurriedly up and down along her little lips, which by now had parted for him in a silent appeal. But still he lingered outside, only just wetting himself at her entrance.

"I need it," she reminded him. "I need it now!"

He responded by moving away from her lips, sliding upward and coming to rest against her anus. He gently pressed against her tightly puckered hole.

"No!" she cried aloud. "You promised…please! Please," she repeated again, out loud this time, speaking calmly but with desperation in her voice. "Please, Jimmy, please fuck my pussy."

"And you'll let me have this next time?" he asked.

"Yes!" she agreed. "Yes, anything, just…please!"

Relief washed over her as she felt him sliding back down to where she needed him. She arched her back as he pressed into her, moaning loudly in ecstasy. With every inch that penetrated her, the terrible craving was diminished a little bit more while the pleasure was significantly enhanced. "God, yes!" she cried mindlessly. "Yes, Jimmy, yes!" And he just kept filling her, inch by inch, until it almost became too much for her and at last she felt that she might be satisfied.

With Jimmy inside her, pleasing her, the agonizing need was being quenched, leaving only the pleasurable part of desire to keep building and building. He was filling her so absolutely, stuffing her, stretching her until she thought she might burst, so there was, for the moment, little more that could be yearned for. She could hardly move, she was so full; all she could do was clutch the headboard for support while holding her body bent and spread open for him to do as he would. With every thrust from him, she felt her desire rise up higher and higher and higher, reaching impossible heights, taking her body over and leaving what remained a mass of trembling pleasure. When at last it reached its massive crescendo, she braced herself as it exploded within her, spreading little molecules of pleasure everywhere.

Immediately afterward, she was alone. Although she was shaken and confused by the experience, she suddenly felt better, overall. There was none of the horrible emptiness and craving that she had felt upon waking. She took in her surroundings and saw that it was two in the afternoon. She had not even bothered to call in at work!

Sara didn't encounter Jimmy again for the remainder of that day. This gave her a kind of reprieve, which she spent trying to think of ways to control the hunger if it rose up in her again and, alternately, denying that there was anything that needed to be controlled to begin with.

Her reprieve was short-lived, and by the end of the day she felt herself becoming depressed. The horrible, aching emptiness was returning. Ray was watching television.

There was suddenly the sound of laughter inside her head. "Maybe you can get him to join us."

At the sound of Jimmy's voice, Sara was once again thrown into the full spectrum of withdrawal symptoms—from the mental depression that filled her with dark, never-ending bleakness, to the physical symptoms that left her shaking and craving and weakened. She almost fell down where she stood.

"In the garage," she heard him say.

It took all the energy she could muster just to get there.

"Please," she began, struggling to remove her pants.

"I'll give you your fix," he promised. "All in good time." He was quiet for a moment, apparently considering his next move. "Over there," he said at last. "Ray's old motorcycle." He said this as if he were familiar with it.

Sara approached the bike, looking it over in confusion.

"Hop on."

Sara sat on the bike. She felt a thrill from the cold leather on her bare bottom. "Take off your top, too, Sara," she heard Jimmy say.

"But Ray…"

"As long as you keep quiet, Ray will never look for you out here."

She took off her top. New thrills and sensations were building up within her. But she could hardly enjoy them with the violent craving that remained in the forefront. With horror, she realized that the need would take all her choices away in its quest to be satisfied.

Jimmy sat on the bike behind her. "Scoot up a little," he said. "That's right. Rest your feet on the running boards. And keep your hands on the handlebars. You're going for a little ride." She felt his massive hardness digging into her back. "Ahhh," he groaned in satisfaction. "Back in the saddle again!"

Jimmy grabbed hold of Sara's hips, lifting her slightly. She straightened her legs a bit, leaning on the running boards, to assist him. He reached up between her legs and played with her with his fingers. "Nice and wet," he remarked, pleased. She moaned. Soon he would be inside her and then everything would be all right again.

Jimmy wrapped an arm around Sara's waist, slowly pulling her back down toward the sitting position. She knew that he was bringing her down over him so that he could take her, right there, on Ray's motorcycle. She clutched the handlebars and closed her eyes, bathed in longing and anticipation. Soon the ache would be eased and the pleasure would begin.

But Jimmy only dipped in and out of her a few times to collect some of the wetness before maneuvering Sara so that it was her anus that was being broached as he pulled her hips down farther.

"No!" she cried. "Please, Jimmy, not that."

"But you promised," he said, pretending to be hurt.

"I need you the other way," she pleaded.

"But I need this," he countered. "And if you won't give me what I need, why should I give you what you need?" And as he spoke he kept jabbing at the puckered little hole.

"I already did something for you this morning," she nearly whined. "Is it going to be something difficult every time?"

"You'll learn to love all of these things over time, Sara," he said, causing a thrill and a horror to shoot through her simultaneously. More than anything, she was afraid of how she would be able to wait for her own pleasure. The incredible yearning left her feeling desolate.

"Please hurry, then," she conceded.

"You don't want me to hurry too much, though, do you, Sara?" Jimmy teased. "You might have been able to resist me if old Ray wasn't always in such a hurry." He settled both his hands on either side of her waist, just above where her hips curved outward.

"How many things like this are you going to make me do?"

"I won't make you do anything," he said. "I promise." And he kept pulling her hips down gently, and she could feel him beginning to breach her tight outer ring. But he was so large that her body kept resisting him, virtually bouncing him out before he got in. "Open," he demanded.

"It's too big," she complained.

"Arch your back as much as you can," he told her. "It will help me force you open."

She immediately did as he asked. Every second without him inside her seemed like an eternity. They struggled together, him pulling down on her hips and her pressing her hips out, until finally, with a triumphant groan, he penetrated the ring that barred the entrance and inched himself inside. Sara cried out loudly in discomfort.

"Shhh," he warned her. "You don't want Ray coming out here, do you?"

But the discomfort, for all its intrusiveness, literally wedging her open and filling her to the breaking point, actually eased the aching emptiness that had been causing the feeling of desolation. It seemed to somehow halt, or slow, the torturous anguish by diminishing the painful craving so that the discomfort of him taking her this way was preferable to the alternative. But he was not even half inside her yet and she felt that she would most certainly be rent in two. She clung to the handlebars and found herself instinctually straightening her legs here and again to raise herself up and escape him. But Jimmy had her in a secure grasp, with one hand on either side of her waist, buried in the soft tissue just above the hipbone. When she tried to escape, he yanked her back down even farther. She struggled not to cry out, as she was forced to take every bit of him deep inside her anal cavity.

"Up and down," Jimmy encouraged. "Go on, take us for a ride, mamma."