“No, sir, I guess I can’t.” That’s her quiet, trembling answer.
I guide her back to leaning over the log properly. “When I put it in, it’s going to feel bigger. Like you can’t handle it, but you’ll get used to it. Just don’t move more than you have to, okay?”
I allow a little gentleness to comfort her, before grabbing a small bottle of lube from the same pocket I had a condom in.
Mariah nods, but doesn’t say anything.
I open the travel-sized bottle of lube, and squirt a generous amount on my hands. I squeeze the bottle hard so that she hears it being squeezed. Hears the lubricant coming out and onto my hand. I stroke some onto my rubbed penis before putting the rest of the lube in between Mariah’s cheeks, and then her trembling, nervous hole.
Mariah moans, whines under the smallest poke of my finger into her ass. This hole, unlike her pussy, immediately grabs onto me. Tightens around the little bit of my finger. As much as Mariah seems nervous about it, it seems her body is curious, maybe even hungry, for this type of fucking.
My cock pulsates as I bathe her ass in the last of the lube, and spread her cheeks so that it will go into her puckering asshole first, and then drip in and down her pussy. Holding her ass cheeks tightly in my hands, I gently bring my cock toward the tight, pink and wrinkly circle. I shiver, imagining how deliciously tight it’s going to be in there.
I look down at her ass cheeks and pussy that are fully exposed to the elements, to me, and I feel like a very lucky man indeed. The joy of taking her ass hole outside in the bright daylight, in addition to tying her up and having my way with her last night, is worth every penny I paid.
“Prepare yourself, Mariah. My dick’s going in your ass now,” I tell her.
“Yes, sir,” she whimpers.
With that, I begin to push the head of my eager cock into her little ass hole. Deliciously, between the lube in and around this area of her body, and the lube I put on my condom, her asshole starts to widen. Starts to accept me and with little pressure.
Mariah moans/groans, as she feels the head of my penis melt into her tight and stubborn hole and directly into her ass. It’s beautiful. Her asshole practically sucks me in, though I know she’s never had anything like this before.
I pant, feeling ridiculously sensitive already. Even with just easing my shaft into her back door, I’m feeling breathless. Squeezed on.
More moans and groans — sounding pained and filled with a bit of pleasure — rise up out of Mariah. With each inch my dick moves up and into her, she moans more deeply. After a second longer, I can feel her ass beginning to squeeze on me. It’s enough to drown me in the grooves and ridges of her insides.
Finally, after a few more seconds of controlled movement, I’m up to my balls in her beautiful, tight ass. Her virgin hole, which is sucking on me harder than her pussy right before cumming. “I’m going to start moving, Mariah.” She sucks in a breath. “I’ll go slow, but you’re going to feel full. Whatever you do, don’t wiggle. Don’t move.”
I pause, beginning the slowest pumping motion I can manage. Something that’s more like rocking, instead of plunging. Already, Mariah’s hole is puckering. Shivering.
“If you do,” I say, lowering my voice and increasing the speed of my motion a bit. “That will only push me deeper, faster.”
Mariah ooh’s, and I see her grab onto the log harder. Even with her ski gloves on, I see her try to dig her nails in. I hear her breath quake. She’s looking around, wondering if anyone will catch us. So am I, and it makes my cock even harder inside her tight asshole.
“For those reasons, I wouldn’t recommend moving.” I pause, increasing my speed. Another small interval, but enough to actually feel myself pulling in and out of her now, not just wiggling my cock back and forth. “Unless you want to loosen up in the blink of an eye.” I smack her ass gently, picking up my speed, and settling into a rhythm. Now I can feel the length of her chute stroking me. Though her texture is ribbed, it feels bumpy, too. Like I’m getting jacked off by a rough tongue, a bumpy, warm sleeve.
I keep my hands on her ass, squeezing hard and slapping her red cheeks ever so often. Red welts appear, as evidence that I’m marking my territory as I continue to fuck her virgin ass hole.
Mariah lets out a quavering cry as I unconsciously pick up my speed. It isn’t until I start hearing the soft slap of my belly against her, that I realize I’m no longer in “warm-up” mode. I’m full-on fucking her, but she doesn’t seem to be in pain. Just awkward, crampy pleasure.
As it is, I can feel her pushing down on me like I’m a piece of shit she wants to get out. But I keep my momentum, enjoying it when I hear my first all-pleasure gasp. Moan. The muscles around me are beginning to play along. Help create their own lube, instead of the bottled stuff I used.
“Oh my God,” grunts Mariah, pressing herself down and over the log a bit more, “Why does it feel so good? Why am I liking this?” As she speaks, I feel her hole jiggle under an oncoming orgasm. It feels like Jell-O the way it’s vibrating all around and inside.
People have started to stop on the trail around us. Look around for a voice. Mariah’s. She notices at the same time I do, continuing in a quieter but no less aroused voice, “It’s in my ass. It’s in so deep, I—”
Whatever she was going to say is cut off in short order by a squeal. A shout of surprise and joy at something she’s feeling, but she quickly clamps down on it. Bites down on it.
“Oh, good girl, Mariah.” I grip each hip with one hand, and start ramming her up and down on my penis. As I do, I feel her shake and quiver. Her ridges grab and milk me like they are eager to be fed.
“You’ll let me take you anytime, anywhere, I want, isn’t that right?” I whisper.
“Yes, sir,” she says, careful to keep her voice down low so we won’t be discovered.
I pick up my rhythm and the strength of my penetration, enjoying the way the temperature gets warmer and warmer the more I move. How much wetter and slicker everything gets. “I love that you’re being so quiet and compliant while I fuck you in the ass in front of all these unsuspecting people.”
I pinch her plump ass cheek, enjoying the whimper she must keep behind her lips. “Just think, Mariah: at any moment” — I direct her eyes to a young woman skiing past us — “she could ski in here and see your naughty, curvy ass up in the air getting fucked.”
Deliciously, this elicits a rocking motion from Mariah. She’s gone from being nervous about having me in her, to rocking her ass onto my cock.
“I know,” she whines, just loud enough for me to hear, “This is so bad…” The “so bad” smiles on her lips like a stripper with cash tucked in her bra. No guilt, whatsoever.
I push her back into position, giving her ass a sound slap. In our pine-tree hovel, it sounds like a branch breaking.
“I told you no moving, Mariah.” I crawl closer to her on my knees, putting my hand on the middle of her back. “I’m not holding back now.” I pause. “I’m going to fuck you hard, and you better not cum before I do.”
I don’t let Mariah answer. I just start thrusting deep and strong into her. I follow the waves of tension and pleasure I feel building in her tissues as I do, riding her hard breathing and whimpering like ocean waves.
In seconds of making my announcement, my cock is throbbing. My balls are sucking into themselves, cum rising. It’s not going to be long before I pop my cherry all over the inside of my condom. “Do you like it when I’m in your ass, Mariah?” I lean into her, slowly pulling back. “Be honest, now.”
“It’s so dirty, but yes!” She moans long and low, as I pull my cock slowly back down toward her stuffed, stretched asshole. “I love it!”
“Then get your hand down there and play with yourself,” I bark, feeling tightness roll through me like a cork. Mariah doesn’t waste any time. She throws off the glove on one hand, and plunges her hand down beneath her. From there, she begins to go to town on her clit, which I can only imagine is pink and plu
mp by now.
As she increases the speed, so do I. I push my penis back up her ass, gaining back the distance I lost. I pump her as hard and fast as I dare, hoping to have us cum at the same time.
My wish is granted. Within no more than a few seconds of beginning to finger herself, Mariah rises off the ground some. I use this as my opportunity to press myself into her, and take myself the final mile.
All I can hear is the slapping of our bodies together. No sounds for me or her. Just moist gurgle of lube as we head toward hot, gooey release.
Which comes from me just as it does for Mariah. We both arch, fighting to keep our singing voices from being heard by the small parade of young, ambitious skiers now beginning to come our way.
I hiss out a breath feeling my cock spit out cum like bullets being discharged from the clip of a gun. Fast. Hard. Deliberate.
Mariah jerks against the log in time with my pulses. It’s like my penis and her clit are on the same grid, feeling the same power and pleasure course through them.
When there’s nothing left in me, I whip off the condom and put it back in my coat pocket. Not my favorite place to put a used condom, but it will do. At least until I get back to the room, or to the lodge. I’ll just take the coat to the dry cleaners when I get back. I then pull up my pants, and do the same for Mariah.
She murmurs something like “Thank you,” but I can’t be sure that’s what the words are. It’s just my best guess from what I can make out. She’s still coming back from her journey down Orgasm Lane.
After letting her rest, a moment, I slowly help her to her feet, and brush her pants free of pine needles. I also help her put her glove back on, before I hand her back her ski poles.
“Can you make it back okay?” I ask, watching her move around on shaking legs. I take up my ski poles. “Your knees are going to be a little weak after that, I think.”
“Yeah, probably.” Unbelievably, Mariah actually looks calm. Happy, despite having just finished her first experience of anal. Her first orgasm that way. Resolutely, she heads back the way we came, despite parts of her body resisting movement. “Jane’s probably starting to get worried.” She turns back to me. “Wouldn’t want her to have to come looking for us, and put two and two together.”
I start to ski toward her, but I have no intention of following. At least not immediately. “Sure.” I clear my throat, still surprise and irritated by all of the emotions Mariah makes me feel. All that tenderness and addiction, and all without her doing much at all. “You should join me in the hot tub in an hour.” My eyes watch her ass, and then her face, as she turns to me. “After taking it like a champ, the soothing water could really feel good.”
“I’m sure,” she says, and skis out from under the cover. She gives me a mischievous smile. “We’ll see.”
A playful shake of her ass is the last thing I see before she disappears, cutting her own path down the mountain and back toward her friend.
She has no idea what she does to me, I think, wandering to the opening in our cover. No idea at all. I better see her in the hot tub. If I don’t, I’m not going to be able to think about anything else for the rest of the night.
Chapter 17 – Mariah
By the time I meet up with Jane near the lodge, I don’t need to tell her where Paul and I were or what we were doing. There’s no need. She can see and smell it on me. I can tell by the knowing look she gives me as I glide up to her, and mentioned that Paul was eager to see me at the hot tub.
Jane says she’d be down for a soak. She also says I look as cold as she feels, and that we should go warm up anyway.
I don’t feel cold. My body is still warm and squishy from having sex like an animal in the forest, but I go with it anyway.
Even if Paul and I don’t do any more fooling around in the hot tub, it’ll be nice to hang out with him. Chat some more. Maybe even make some plans for my final night at the resort before I head home.
And act like the sweet, untainted darling daughter my Mom thinks me to be. I think this as I throw on a two-piece bikini. A frilly number. One Jane lets me borrow. As I dress in it, my eyes catch a bit of the lingerie she bought me. But until then, I’m going to be wild. Crazy. I’m going to find a use for that nightgown!
I giggle, feeling my womb tingle. Just the thought of dressing like that for Paul — that’s enough to have my pussy sucking on the inside of my bikini bottoms. Drooling on them.
“Ready, Freddy?” That’s Jane, and she’s in an even more revealing number. A black bikini. One designed to show off every curve. Every fold. Also, to give her mega-plump breasts some Grand Canyon level cleavage.
I nod, and we head out the door. But not before grabbing our towels and a pair of flip-flops provided by the lodge for use in their recreational swimming and spa area.
It’s showtime, I think, as I eagerly await getting to see Paul again.
***
Whatever my hopes are for the hot tub (Paul running over to hug me when he sees me come in, or his eyes traveling my body in my super sexy, borrowed bikini), I don’t get that.
The moment I set foot in the swimming area where the hot tub is located, my eyes are met with the sight of Paul and another woman in the hot tub. They are cuddled up together. The blonde skinny woman is practically sitting in his lap. Riding his junk with the way she is seated on him, her arms looped around him.
Worst of all though, is the way Paul looks. Maybe it’s just my surprise, my shock at him being so close with another woman, but he looks comfortable. Right as rain with this anorexic model of a girlfriend hanging all over him.
Like I’m nothing. Like the sex we just had in the woods, the sex we had last night that took my virginity, means absolutely nothing.
I stop short, feeling like I’m suffocating. I don’t want to look at them together, but I can’t pull my gaze away. They just keep soaking in the image of Paul and the blonde woman together the same way other people soak in the details of a fatal accident.
In my strangled throat, sobs threaten. In my staring eyes, I feel the burn of tears starting. Stop it, Mariah, I scold myself, trying to prevent breaking down in front of the new bitch. Just because he had sex with you doesn’t mean you own him. Doesn’t mean you and he are committed. He paid a million dollars for you, so let’s face it— against all my control, a sob escapes — he is free to do whatever, with whoever he wants.
Another sob. This one louder and more pathetic. But… It hurts!
Paul’s look of horror registers with me, as he finally notices that I’m there. That I’ve seen him with another woman.
“Mariah,” he cries, leaping out of the tub. He doesn’t seem to care that he has just ejected the real-life Barbie doll directly into the water from his lap. “Wait! It isn’t what it looks like!”
But I’m gone. I’m done. Whatever I thought our relationship was, it’s not exclusive, that’s for sure. Even after being his prize. Even after giving him my virginity a second time in the forest, in front of potential witnesses.
I grab Jane’s hand, and pull her back the way we came. “Come on! I’m done!” The next thing I know, I’m crying and running with my friend in tow. “I want to go,” I say, even as I hear Paul continuing to run after me. Calling out after me, telling me to wait and to just listen to him.
“I want to go home!” I scream, more at him then at my friend. “I’m done with all of this.”
These words aren’t as loud as my last, but they still leave me feeling like a burned-out husk of myself. The warm glow I felt from the sex turns on me, becoming a solid mass of slime in my gut.
I walk faster, feeling my legs beginning to falter. It won’t be long before they fail me completely.
Thankfully, I reach our room and tug Jane inside it before I collapse in sorrow. In tears. “I can’t believe he would do that,” I wail. “I can’t believe that liar and fraud would invite me to the hot tub, over, and over again, only to have another bitch in there with him!” I struggle to get up on my feet, to ch
ange out of the bikini and into normal clothes. “I thought he had more respect for me than that. But I guess a million dollars is cheap to him!”
From over my shout, I hear a knock on my door. I know it’s Paul, and I don’t care to talk to him. I try to keep Jane from going to talk to him too, but she won’t have it. She opens the door and slips out into the hall.
I hear them murmuring. Exchanging short sentences with each other, but it doesn’t matter what they’re saying anymore. I turn my back, and focus on packing.
“I’m going home,” I tell myself, wiping at my dripping eyes and nose. “I’m forgetting about all of this! I’m forgetting any of this ever happened.” I sniffle, feeling suddenly furious at myself. “I’m so fucking stupid!” I throw my lingerie into a small overnight bag I packed, telling myself not to burn it or rip it to shreds.
It can wait until I get home. Dad has a wood chipper he’ll be more than happy to let me use.
“We’re leaving. Now,” I say, when Jane comes back into the room. “I’m not hanging around here another minute.” I swallow thickly. “I’m not letting my heart get fucked with anymore.”
“Honey,” Jane begins, “Don’t you think you should give him a chance to explain?” She tries to grab onto my hand. The one still clutching a bit of the nightgown. “It might not be what it looks like, you know.”
“Mariah, please!” That’s Paul. “If you just let me explain about her—”
“There is nothing to explain,” I seethe, pausing over each word. I storm away, throwing on my clothes. “It’s clear what I’m worth to you, Paul.”
I don’t hear anything from him after that. Which is fine by me. It’s almost dark, and I want to get home before he seduces me into having sex with him again.
Jane and I pack in silence, though I can see she wants to convince me to stay. To listen to whatever reasoning Paul came up with, but I’m not having it. I begin to realize she probably also wanted to stay for Alex’s sake— the two of them have looked quite happy together during this trip, and Alex was next to Paul in the hot tub and had undoubtedly invited Jane as well. I realize I’m being selfish. But I’m sick of caring about everyone other than myself. I just need to take care of myself now.
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