Isabel/Sonia

Chapter One-2

A finger slipped further back into her rear parting, and onto the other opening.

“I said no to that,” she gasped.

His finger stopped upon the opening, went higher, stroking her between her cheeks, then lower, stroking her on the little piece of smooth skin between the two openings. He took his mouth from her breast and dipped it downwards.

He kissed her repeatedly on her mound, very long and very hard. He moved his tongue downwards to between her legs, and then it was inside her, something in at last. She moaned as his tongue moved among the pleasure points, and then it was on her lump, her most demanding of all her places. Again she was about to scream.

He withdrew his tongue. “Not the best position for that,” he said. “I will bend you over for that.”

“When do I get your prick in there?”

“Other things first.”

His finger probed between her cheeks again. The sensitive skin quivered at his touch. “Have you ever tried a slight insertion in what you call the third place?” he asked in a very quiet voice.

Isabel didn’t answer.

“You are here to find things new. Trust me. I will insert very slightly, very gently. Trust that. If it is disagreeable, I will withdraw.”

Isabel replied after a moment,

“Make it very slight indeed.”

The double-prick toy was in his hand again. Isabel gargled as the larger prick went into the proper opening: something hard at last, inside between her legs. She squeezed her legs together, relaxed them, squeezed again. But she was tense, waiting for the other insertion. Very gently, she felt the tip of the smaller prick enter her, just a bit, not enough for pain or pleasure in itself. So far just the knowledge of it, the daring of it, the previous unthinkability of it.

A pause, and he inserted it a tiny bit more. Now there was sensation, both pain and pleasure intermingled. Isabel cried out into the air, but he put his mouth to hers, put his tongue deep into her mouth, and she responded with her own tongue, as far into his mouth as she could reach. His very taste was so manly, redolent of strength. Her body was filled and replete, every opening into it. The world was full.

She thrust her hips forward and backward, as much as the chains allowed. Not only was her body filled in every opening but his hands were pleasuring her breasts, so fully that even if that had been all she would still have been overwhelmed by the heat of the desire coursing through her. Her n*****s were rock hard and he was giving them full attention with his fingers, giving everything a man could give her on her n*****s, and knowing all about her breasts as well. And surely he was using his erection too, not entering her yet, but exploring with it her mound and thighs.

Overwhelming climax took hold of her. She juddered, screaming into his mouth, then stopped, panting.

Lorien removed his mouth, and took the double-pronged toy out of her. Isabel collapsed, swinging forward on her chains. Holding her with his hands, Lorien removed the chains and helped her limp over to the bed, where she lay face down, writhing. She heard him leave the room.

Time passed, and she lay still. But perhaps it wasn’t long. Lorien came back, with new cocktails in his hands. She sat up unsteadily. Lorien handed her a cocktail, and they reclined side by side on the bed.

This cocktail was soothing, in contrast to the first, with a gentle aftertaste, the perfect break in activity of passion. “No doubt you have the next part planned?” she murmured eventually.

“This will be your bending over. See?”

She looked round. On the floor against another wall was a mattress, and above it hung a thick padded bar, held by chains from the ceiling. Straps hung from the bar. A lower bar with two more straps was at the further end.

“What’s that?” she asked. “Was it there all along? I never noticed it.”

“I pressed a button while you were dozing.”

“What is it?”

“It will hold you comfortably, while you are bent over. If you wish for the full experience I offer, you will allow another mini p***s into your third place.”

“Like before?”

“This one is on its own.” He showed her a small toy prick.

“When do I get your real prick?”

“In due course.”

With his arm round her shoulders she got up and went over to the mattress on the floor. He bade her to lie on it face up, then sit up. “Part your legs,” he said. “Wide.” She opened her legs wide and he lowered the padded bar to her waist.

“Bend your upper half over the bar,” he then said.

Isabel bent over as far as possible, doubling herself over. Her breasts touched her upper thighs and her face was between her knees, her arms reaching forwards. The padded bar ran between her legs and her upper half. Lorien attached her hands and feet to the lower bar, which ran just above her ankles.

“Are you comfortable?” he asked.

“Will I be like this for a long time?”

“Quite long, yes.”

A motor whirred. She was lifted up into the air in her doubled-over position, and she was tilted over till she looking at the floor. Her lower regions were now uppermost, pointing upwards. What was between her legs was completely open, her bottom bent over hard, the cheeks firm and parted, the crevice between wide open. “Oh!” she cried. “Oh!” She quivered as she waited, longing, expectant of the things that awaited her nether regions by a man whose sexuality had overwhelmed her.

“Shall I make the small insertion?” Lorien asked quietly.

“What will be in my main place, between my legs?” She could hardly speak.

“My tongue.”

“At last!”

“You haven’t answered my previous question.”

“Yes.”

She cried out, twice, three times, but not in protest, as the little prick entered her, in the place where before tonight she would have permitted no one to ever enter her. It went in, and further than before. There was a fullness there again, and more than fullness, an eager welcome, a joy itself and a harbinger of greater things to come. She remained waiting for his other attentions, folded over high.

He entered her between her legs, his tongue in full and deep. His tongue moved in as far as it would go, then inwards and outwards, side to side, inwards and outwards again, and onto her crucial lump, round and round on it, then back to in and out and side to side. Vivid clouds, white and red, seemed to swim before her eyes. And now his hands were on her bottom, round and round, more and more strongly, feeling every detail of the exact shape of the cheeks of her bottom, taking them wholly into his hands, knowing every part of them, pleasuring them with his hands more strongly than she could remember anyone pleasuring her bottom, knowing it with more and more force, stopping just short of the threshold of pain. His hands explored the back and inside of her thighs, up at the top, down, up, then onto her bottom once more. And then, more gently, one finger and then another went into the parting between the cheeks, and stroked her up and down on the tender skin in there, a total ecstasy itself yet part of such a greater ecstasy. Then it was no longer fingers, for he was stroking her up and down in there with something soft and silky. Isabel did not try to analyse, she merely experienced the silky feel inside her bottom parting, the toy in her nether opening, his tongue in her most important opening, his hands knowing all, everything, all, everything there was to know about her bottom.

Minutes passed. She realised she was screaming furiously, in insistence and ecstasy. Lorien eventually paused.

“More of this?” he asked. “Or shall we proceed to full climax?”

“More!”

But as he resumed, she managed to gasp,

“My lower regions are getting everything. But my breasts are being left alone, and I could do with something in my mouth.”

“You’re right.” He paused, and she saw him go away from her, watching him from upside down between her legs. He came back, holding three things in his hands.

He clamped two tight cup-like objects onto her breasts, pulled some thread, and they tightened onto her so-hard n*****s. “What’s this?” she mumbled.

“They will stimulate you there,” he said. “See!”

A tiny shock jolted her n*****s. “What was that?” she cried.

“A very small electric discharge. It stimulates but does not hurt.”

She took two more jolts. “Are you happy?” he asked.

“Yes!” she cried. “Yes!”

In her mouth he placed a single really big toy c**k. She took it in greedily, as far as it would go, filling her mouth. She clamped her mouth on it and moved it with her mouth and tongue, hard and deeply. But she was so hungry for his real c**k.

Every intimate part of her was ever more intensely pleasured. The toy c**k in her mouth, the little toy in her third opening, her breasts getting those ecstatic jolts, his tongue deep inside between her legs, and his hands knowing everything about her bottom, her hot cheeks rubbed with a vigour that stopped just short of painfulness. In the tender skin between her cheeks he rubbed again with something, but not so smooth as last time, a just-perceptible bit of delicious roughage now. And now, when he fondled the cheeks of her bottom he had something else in his hand, and it was something distinctly rough, almost sandpapering the cheeks of her bottom, side to side and up and down. Everything he was doing was so just-short of the unacceptable, so unreal but totally vivid, all these things he was doing simultaneously were like a wild hallucination, a half crazed dream that went beyond the possible.

He paused. She dropped the toy from her mouth and yelled,

“It’s time to f**k! I demand it! I demand to f**k!”

He lowered the bar till she was on the mattress, and released the straps which held her. He gently removed the electric cups from her breasts and the thing in her third opening. Isabel hurled herself back onto the mattress, opened her arms and then her legs, as wide as she could.

Lorien mounted her and thrust in at last, at long last, in deep and hard. His arms gripped her powerfully, his muscular torso enveloped her, his tongue went in her mouth. She wrapped her arms around his strong body, gripped his back, pushed her tongue against his, and kicked her wide-apart legs wildly in the air; his real c**k at last, in the place where most of all it was meant to go. She’d been so pleasured already, it was hard to believe the intensity of pleasure now, as a c**k like iron rubbed backward and forward on the jangling pleasure nerves inside her female opening. Agony of unbearable desire exploded inside her and at last she achieved full climax, a wild furious climax, every bit of ferocious desire, satisfied at last.

They stopped, panting furiously. Lorien started to withdraw but Isabel gasped,

“Stay inside me as long as you can. Stay there for a while, if you can.”

Lorien managed to stay for several minutes. Somehow his c**k stayed hard for all that time, and only when he softened did he withdraw.

Isabel lay panting for breath, panting so hard she feared for moments that she’d run out of all breath possible. But at last her breathing subsided.

Lorien, amazingly, got to his feet. To do so seemed more than Isabel could imagine at that moment, but he got up, and went away.