by Jamie Knight
I relaxed enough that he could get another finger in and started working them gently inside me, making me scream and moan my joy.
Finally, after what seemed like hours of preparation, although it had probably only lasted for a few minutes – it was hard to have a good sense of time when I was in such a state of ecstasy – Sawyer lay a hand on my hip and stood up, carefully withdrawing his fingers from my stretched out asshole, stroking the head against me instead.
He took some of my juices from my pussy and rubbed them around in my asshole. Then he rubbed the wetness in some more with the tip of his cop.
“Take a deep breath,” he said. “This is it.”
I obeyed, taking a deep breath in and letting it slowly out as Sawyer eased his cock inside my virgin asshole.
“Ouch,” I said, as tears sprang to my eyes.
It really hurt.
“I’m sorry,” he said, immediately starting to rub my clit. “Does this make it feel better?”
“Yes,” I admitted, relaxing and telling him, “keep going.”
And he did so, filling me up in a way I had never imagined possible. He went slowly, easing his way in, stretching out my asshole bit by bit until he was all the way in. It still stung, hurting more than my pussy had and for longer, but I didn’t mind.
He held fast for a long moment, letting me adjust to being filled so completely.
When I was ready, he started to move, tenderly popping my anal cherry. He started going faster, easing me into it until he was fucking me full force like he had in my pussy once the pain went away.
It didn't really hurt in my ass anymore. It was really intense, but it felt also felt good and hurt less than when he deflowered my pussy. I would need bit more experience with both, but I was pretty sure that, over time, I would like to be fucked in the ass as much as my pussy. That notion only intensified when I experienced what I would find out was called an 'ass-gasm.’
We both came at once, and I loved the feeling of his warm fluid in my ass. I moaned and called out his name, unable to stop myself from being overpowered with feelings of passion.
Afterwards, readjusting me again, Sawyer joined me on the bed, gently spooning me from behind. I loved the feeling of him back there, holding me in his strong arms, feeling so small against him. I felt warm and completely fulfilled.
I did wonder if maybe I had given too much of myself to Sawyer. I had nothing in the way of virginity left to speak of, Sawyer having demolished all of it with his big, hard cock. Though that had been exactly what I had wanted.
I couldn't get him out of my head, even when he was right beside me and had been right up in me in every way known to humanity. He had ravaged me thoroughly and I wouldn't have had it any other way.
I must have come up to this mountain for reason, even if it was a mystery to me. At least I had found some comfort, and a hell of a lot of pleasure, in my time of greatest need.
Chapter Ten - Anne
I didn't really dream that night. Probably because I didn't sleep. Every time I felt myself drifting off, I would force myself to wake up, just before getting into full REM sleep, instead getting a blur of images and sounds. Mostly shouting.
This is when I would have the night terrors. I was having visions of blood. A lot of blood. And agonizing pain. Nothing new really, though that didn't stop the night terror from being deeply disturbing, as vague as it may have been.
I woke up with a cry, shaking hard. I had been woken by Sawyer trying to get out of bed without waking me. Just being a sweetheart like that. Not that I saw it that way at the time. I sprung up like a jungle cat, all but wrapping myself around him to keep him from being able to exit the room.
“Please don't leave me!” I screamed, in a way that must have hurt his ears.
He stroked my arms and carefully extracted me from his body, sitting me back down on the bed.
“I won't leave, okay?” he said, stroking my face, which was growing warm because of my extreme reaction.
“Okay,” I whispered.
“I was just going to put some coffee on. We don't have to talk if you don't want to. I am fine with quiet. I've had lots of practice.”
I nodded, too ashamed to speak. I didn't want him to go but I knew I was acting like I had separation anxiety or something. I listened from the bedroom as he started coffee and made breakfast. Exactly what he said he would do, which only added to his credibility.
He brought the coffee in on a tray that looked like he had carved it himself. Not that it was a bad thing. It was carefully carved, and meticulously varnished, separately crafted handles fastened to either end with small nails that were barely visible.
I was happy to see the coffee. I was still feeling pretty spent from the previous night's adventure.
I started to eat, trying to be a bit more polite than I had been when I first arrived, wolfing down my food like I hadn't eaten in over a day. The fact that I hadn't was still no good excuse.
As we ate in silence, the great tasting food only adding to my state of bliss as I replayed the previous night's event's, paying patriarchal attention to the oral and anal sex portions. Suddenly, I was overtaken with an irrepressible curiosity.
“How did you know so much about night terrors? I know you said you did the class, but your insights seemed a lot more personal,” I asked him.
“I had them myself,” he confessed. “For a while after the accident. I'm part of a group that helps people suffering from accidents and lost limbs. At least I was. I haven't been to a meeting for a while. I still video-call my mentor when I need to.”
It really just confirmed what I had already suspected. I had never really considered what he had been through, mentally. I knew it was horrible to admit that. I was part of helping fix the physical damage but in terms of what actually happened in his life – well, I guess I was able to block that part out so that I could just treat him like a patient.
The experience of being hit by a transport truck, flying off his motorcycle, and actually losing a limb would be hard to deal with. I had gotten so used to the replacement he had so brilliantly designed that I didn't really think about it anymore, despite having seen him with it off.
He had nothing below his left thigh. Every joint form knee to ankle was mechanical. Honestly, I thought it was pretty cool, how he was able to do that. I was so blinded by science I hadn't really considered the necessity that had brought about the invention.
“It was a really bad one,” I said.
“What was?” he asked.
“The night terror. Not last night. Before. I-it was my birthday. I was getting ready to go out with my friends, some of whom were with me, including my best friend, Sophia.
“I had gone to a hairdresser who had actually managed to do something nice with my unruly hair for once, which seemed like it would be a good sign. Egyptian braids, like Liz Taylor. I had just finished doing my make-up in the same style, to match the whole look, when there was a knock at the door. I was really excited. I thought it was the flowers arriving.”
“Flowers?”
“My dad sent me flowers every year on my birthday since I had left home. All through my schooling and career so far, I could always count on getting those sunflowers. It wasn't the FTD guy like I had thought, though, but instead, it was the police.”
“Uh oh.”
“Yeah. In my dream, they talked a bit. Said there was good news and bad news. The bad news was my dad was dead, but the good news was I would be joining him soon. Then they both opened their mouths and all these branches came out like snakes and wrapped around me and choking me until they became actual snakes and started biting me. There was blood everywhere,” I said, routinely telling him every detail of the night terror.
It made me feel better, somehow, to recount it to someone. To dissect it and replay it in my mind, as if that would give me some control over it, some ability to change or stop it.
“That's awful,” Sawyer said.
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bsp; “It was even worse in real life. The cops just told me that my dad had died in a car accident. He was actually dead, and I didn't even get to say goodbye. It was my birthday, too. The day after that, I came up here. I just had to get out.”
Putting his mug down on the bedside table, Sawyer grabbed me and hugged me, seeming even more upset than I was. There was clearly something going on there I didn't know about. But I wasn’t going to ask him about it just yet. He was being so sweet and supportive and just all around wonderful, I started to cry.
“I can believe they told you on your birthday! What assholes!”
“They told me when it happened. After he was identified. It just happened to be my birthday. After they told me, I stayed in my room, not talking to anyone other than my mom. Obviously she was suffering, too, but I just couldn’t process trying to help her and myself, too. I wanted to be alone, even though I care about her, of course. Grief is just so strange, I guess.
“I had an overwhelming urge to get out of there, to just run and to be by myself. The next morning, I just got into the car and drove. I wasn't going anywhere in particular. I really wasn't thinking straight. When I finally got out of the city limits – sometimes I forget how stupid big the City is – I saw the mountains that my father loved.
“I remembered your standing invitation to come to the same place, not knowing it was literally the same place, but knowing it was around there. It seemed meant to be. Still does. I got out of my car where the road ended and just started running up the path and kept running until I was here.
“Then I saw the valley and it was like going into a trance. Crushed by disbelief and guilt, I just had to sit down. To try to remember the good memories and stay positive, even though, of course, it was probably a bad idea, because it also made me feel sad.”
“Which was when I found you,” Sawyer said.
“Thinking you were rescuing me, yeah. I don't mean that as a dig. I really do appreciate the effort. I can understand how it might look like I was in peril. I was in a way, but it was more mental than physical. I really didn't know what I was doing. Including when I pulled the knife on you. I'm really sorry about that. I was just reacting, and thought I was trying to defend myself. I was really out of it.”
“Believe me, I understand.”
“The problem is no one can save me or really protect me. Not from reality and not from the demons in my own head. Except the way you did last night. Taking me out of reality and distracting me from the pain.”
He kissed me softly. First on the lips and then moving slowly along my cheek and down my neck, making me tingle all over.
“Like this?” he asked, still planting soft, wet kisses on me.
“Exactly,” I said, not trying to stop him, putting my coffee mug next to his, to avoid any nasty spills.
He kept kissing me furiously, moving down my neck to my chest, smothering my tits with gentle kisses, gently sucking on my hard nipples when he got down that far. I gasped in pleasure, wanting a lot more.
I gave in to him and his soft kisses, laying down on the bed and opening my legs, letting him kiss or lick or do whatever he wanted to do, anywhere on me that he might like. He seemed to have made a clear decision, kissing his way down my belly, on his way towards my pussy, which was getting wetter by the minute.
But then he made me wait a bit longer, kissing all the way down my legs and over my foot, gently sucking my toes before working his way back up the other leg, from my toes back up to my aching pussy.
He was teasing me, and it was driving me crazy, but I also loved it.
Taking me by the hips, he finally buried his face into my pussy, licking me with soft and then hard circles, getting close to my swollen little clit without ever touching it directly, making me absolutely swoon with pleasure.
It felt like heaven despite the hell I had been living before coming up to the mountain. It really had been the best decision. I grabbed Sawyer's head and moaned loudly as I came, the joy of being rescued by him, being taking care of by him, being fucked by him, exploding like fireworks in my head.
Chapter Eleven - Sawyer
I was glad to be tasting Anne again. I had been partly afraid that she might regret last night, or not be in the mood for fooling around again right away, which would be understandable, knowing her situation.
But it seemed that being with me physically really did help her cope. In a way, it would help with her recovery from grief, I supposed. I would say I was giving her pleasure to help her through her pain, but I couldn’t deny that I was getting something out of this too, of course.
I loved licking her. She tasted really good. Fresh and sweet and I couldn't get her enough. I would eat her pussy three times a day every day if she was up for it. Going by the way she moaned and squirmed as I pleasured her, I thought maybe she would be.
I could tell she was about to cum again, so I slowed down a bit and focused lightly on her clit, gently working her to a huge orgasm that shook her entire body. I held fast to her hips to help keep her still and then lay down next to her, holding her gently.
We made out, Anne holding me close to her like a favorite stuffed animal as her trembling subsided in my sure embrace. I was honestly just happy to be there for her.
Still kissing me, she reached down and wrapped her warm little hand around my rapidly stiffening cock. Such was the effect she could have on me. She really was the hottest woman I had ever seen.
“Your turn,” she said with a wicked smile.
Still stroking my cock, she kissed me on my lips and worked her way over her chin and then down my neck like I had done with her. She got to my chest and started tracing her way around my tattoos with her tongue. I liked that she had thought of this, and I found myself enjoying it a lot more than I thought I might.
She sucked gently on my nipples, making me moan softly, still working my cock like a champion, making me want to cum.
Before I could, however, Anne made her way down to my cock and started kissing it gently, using her tongue ever so often, licking the head as she worked the shafted and massaged my balls. I tenderly stroked her face and she nuzzled her cheek into my hand, gently sucking on my thumb, never letting go of my cock and balls.
Suddenly she dropped her entire mouth on my cock and softly nursed the head until I was ready to cum. She must have felt me tense up because she backed off, the building orgasm ebbing off to nothing.
I looked down at her, my eyes begging an explanation.
“Sorry but not yet. I still want to feel you inside me.”
I could hardly argue with that.
“The problem is that I don’t have any more condoms,” I admitted sheepishly.
The closest store was half an hour away.
“But I can promise you I have regular physicals, as you know, during check-ups for my recovery after the accident and my healing with the prosthetic and everything, and they always including a full battery of STD tests. I’m clean as a whistle.”
“Okay,” she said, shrugging.
With that, I helped Anne climb up onto my lap, easing her short, curvy form down onto my cock, both of us watching in wonder as it disappeared inside her like some kind of erotic magic trick.
“It feels so good to be inside you without a condom on,” I told her. “Even better than last night.”
“Yeah, it feels good for me, too,” she said. “I had been…”
She trailed off, but I was able to guess what she was going to say, and it made me smile.
She had been wondering what that would feel like.
She was definitely into this. And I loved that.
Putting her hands down in my chest, Anne got into a comfortable position and started to move, softly riding me, my cock going about halfway into her pussy as she rode me bareback. I loved her expressions of discovery mixed with wonder as we fucked raw, nothing between us at all. The ultimate intimacy. It was one that I honestly shared in, it also being the first time I had had
sex without a condom.
Obviously, I wouldn’t normally do this. But I figured we were pretty safe. She had been a virgin up until last night. The only thing that might happen was that Anne could get pregnant. I just had to make sure I didn't cum in her and we should be fine.
Speaking of coming, I could tell that Anne was getting close. There was a whimpering sound that she made whenever she started to cum. I had already started to find it sexy. I rubbed her clit with one hand and stroked her asshole with the other, helping cum even harder.
She fell against me, shaking and moaning, my rock hard cock still deep inside her. Slipping me out of her, she lay down beside me and sucked me clean, keeping up the oral pleasure, always holding my gaze, until I unloaded into her mouth. She paused only long enough to swallow down every drop before sucking me again, taking it deep inside her, getting me rock hard again within minutes.
“I want you in my ass again,” Anne said.
“You don’t have to convince me,” I said quickly. “I’m in.”
“Can we do it with me on top? Will that work?”
“Sure, it should work. We can only try.”
Getting on top of me again, she rode me again, making her cum hard, getting her relaxed. I used the same hand as before to gently stroke and finger her asshole, while gently kissing her, trying to get her ready. I made sure to lube her up with a lot of her own pussy juices.
When she felt relaxed enough to try, she shifted slightly and lowered herself down onto my cock, pressing the head up against her sweet, little asshole before easing it inside.
She trembled softly, her skin breaking out in goosebumps as she got used to the feeling. It was a pretty snug fit, but she took it like a trooper, really seeming to enjoy it as her ass stretched out even further, getting even more of my cock inside her.
“You okay, baby?”
“Yes,” she said, nodding quickly.
