Absolutely Not

by Daisy Dexter Dobbs

  Her hand flew to her throat and she gasped as her gaze took in a tiny waterfall, an abundance of flourishing plants and exquisite, artful lighting. The room held amazing carved rock furnishings, including a vine-covered bar and stools.

  “Oh Keller, this is magnificent. It’s like something straight out of a fairy tale.”

  “I didn’t even realize it was here when I bought the place years ago,” he told her. “Everything down here was a mess and the big oak doors were hidden behind a mountain of debris. After clearing everything out to get the cellar ready for the winery, I discovered the doors and what was behind them. I’m guessing the guy who originally built this place must have had the grotto fixed up as some sort of a retreat for himself.”

  “I love those lights. They look like they’re very old,” Maisy said, fingering one of the ornate torches.

  “They used to be gaslight torches. Somebody along the way had them converted to electric. This is the room I use that’s just for me. It’s my special little corner of the world, where nothing can bother me and stress doesn’t exist. It’s like I walk in here and all my cares dissolve.”

  Still taking everything in, Maisy nodded. “I can see exactly why you’d feel that way. This is like a little bit of paradise.”

  Keller tugged her close. “I’ve never brought anybody else here before, Maisy,” he whispered into her hair.

  His admission made her heart swell. Maisy smiled up into those warm pools of chocolate in his eyes. “I’m honored that you’re sharing it with me, Keller.”

  He lifted her chin, smiling warmly. “It’s because I love you, Mazel Lynn Morganfield. With every fiber of my being. Got on those fancy undies? The ones with the easy fuck-me tabs?”“

  “What?” Caught off guard, Maisy laughed.

  “Well, do you?”

  “Yes. Well, not the same ones I was wearing last night, of course. You trashed those. Why?”

  “I want you to take off your clothes and strip down to those wicked undies.”

  “Now? Here?”

  “Yup.”

  “But…but it’s cold down here, Keller.”

  “I might just have a way to work up some heat,” he assured her with a wicked waggle of his eyebrows. “Now strip like a good little girl.” As Maisy complied, Keller shucked off his own clothes, lickety-split.

  Goose bumps rose on Maisy’s skin as she stood before him in the cave, in only her bra and panties. She looked around, scanning the area for something soft, like maybe a hidden futon or bank of pillows or something, but all she saw was rock formations. Glancing back at Keller, standing there looking unreasonably delicious in nothing but a pair of black silk shorts, Maisy decided it didn’t make a damn bit of difference if he wanted to fuck her on the floor, on top of a barrel or anywhere else.

  Standing arms akimbo, Keller surveyed Maisy from head to toe. “No. On second thought, that won’t do.”

  As if they were on a burlesque stage in the middle of a bawdy skit, Keller grabbed hold of her bra and panties, snatching them from her body in one swift yank.

  “Oh!”

  “God, I love doing that,” he said. “Guess I’m going to have to buy you a truckload of those easy fuck-me undies, ’cause they’re so much fun to rip off those bad girl curves of yours.”

  Goose bumps vanishing, heat flushed through Maisy.

  Now gloriously naked himself and reveling in devilish laughter, Keller pulled Maisy deeper into the cave-like room, all the way to the back until they’d entered an adjoining room, dominated by a giant vat, filled with red and deep purple grapes.

  “Feel adventurous?”

  Maisy looked from the vat of grapes to Keller and laughed. “You mean…?”

  “Yup. We’re going to crush grapes the old-fashioned way.”

  “We are?” Maisy beamed an enthusiastic smile and Keller nodded. “Wow! I’ve wanted to do this ever since I saw that I Love Lucy episode. You know, the one where she visits Italy and dances around in the grapes.”

  “Great. That’s one of my favorite episodes too. That’s what gave me the idea. I just put this together this morning. That vat is an old hot tub that was in here. I cleaned it out and filled it with grapes. I thought it might be fun to put a whole new spin on grape crushing.”

  “Hmm, squishing around naked in a sea of grapes does have an erotic feel to it, doesn’t it?”

  “We’ll find out in a minute.”

  “How do we do this, Keller?”

  “Just like this.”

  In the next instant, Maisy was in the air, falling into the vat of grapes, and Keller was plunging in after her.

  “Keller!” she shrieked.

  The two of them sat there giggling and fondling each other’s bodies, while doing their best to right themselves and stand in the vat. Finally, they were both on their feet and Maisy started dancing around, just the way Lucy Ricardo had, with her hands on her hips and laughing all the while. Her unencumbered breasts bounced, drawing Keller’s rapt attention.

  “Oh baby, give me those jiggly breasts,” he growled, following after her, doing his own exaggerated grape-stomping dance. “I want to squeeze them, lick them, bite them, suck them.” He made squeezing gestures with his fingers.

  “The grapes?” Maisy teased.

  “Uh-uh. Your gorgeous tits. Get ready. I’m coming to get you, Maisy.”

  “I don’t think so. You can’t catch me,” she teased back, prancing around the perimeter of the tub, doing her best to keep her balance in the plump, juicy fruit.

  “Oh yes I can,” he warned. “And when I do, I’m going to throw you down in those grapes and fuck you silly, savor every inch of your voluptuous body. I’m going to drill that adorable little cunt of yours so hard with my dick that—”

  Uttering a loud whoop of surprise, Keller slipped and landed on his ass.

  Pointing at the fallen Keller, Maisy burst out laughing. Adding insult to injury, she pelted him with handfuls of grapes. Her moment of triumph was short-lived, however, because Keller dove beneath the heap of grapes and yanked Maisy’s feet out from under her.

  Catching her in his arms as she fell back, he said, “Now I’ve got you, you wicked little temptress. And I’m going to make you pay.”

  “Ooh yeah…make me pay. I’ve been very naughty.”

  They played back and forth, smashing grapes in each other’s faces and licking grape juice from each other’s body parts. Maisy decided there was definitely something to be said for grape-coated cock and balls. She could even imagine it becoming her second favorite confection, next to chocolate.

  Positioning a single grape at her navel, Keller worked it up Maisy’s belly with the tip of his tongue, sidetracking left and right to keep the plump fruit from rolling away. As he nudged the grape through the valley between her breasts, the sensation was both tickling and erotic at the same time. He succeeded in transporting the grape to the hollow at the base of her throat before curling his tongue and taking the berry into his mouth.

  Then he worked his way back down again, this time sans the grape.

  “I see your goose bumps are gone,” he noted after a lavish lick of her breast. “You taste like spicy hot grape juice.” Once the last syllable left his mouth, his busy tongue went back to work, laving her nipple.

  A melodic sigh escaped Maisy’s lips as she luxuriated in Keller’s careful attention. She should be cold, freezing, romping around nude in the juicy mess, but the heat of passion kept her warm, inside and out. “Who knew grapes could be so lust inducing?” she said, her voice soft and low. “You’ve got me so hot I could practically make mulled wine out of these grapes.”

  “Hot and Spicy Mulled Maisy,” Keller said. “A gold medal winner for sure. I’ll have to add a barrel of that to my private stock.”

  She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him. “Oh Keller, this was a fabulous idea. I’m having a ball.”

  “All this playing around has given me an appetite.”

  Maisy couldn’t hid
e her disappointment at the thought of leaving their wet, erotic playground before making love among the plump, sticky fruit. “You mean we’re done in here?”

  “Not by a long shot, sweetheart.” He grabbed her waist tight, hauled her up and plopped her flat on her back in the grapes. “I’ve got me some serious snacking to do.”

  A wanton giggle erupted from Maisy’s throat. “Keller, you are so bad!” Before she could utter another word, he spread her thighs and shoved a handful of grapes at her pussy, pushing them inside her hole, one by one as she gasped. The feeling of being packed with the round, squishy fruits was unlike anything else she’d ever experienced.

  “Oh…this is weird.”

  “Good weird or bad weird?” Keller asked, still busily stuffing her channel with fruit. Before she could answer, he swiped his finger hard across her clit and Maisy gasped.

  “Good weird…” she muttered on a sultry whisper. “Definitely good.” The next sensation at her clit was Keller’s hot tongue, swirling. “Oh my God, this is too much. I think I’m going to—” Again, Keller thwarted her ability to speak, this time by taking her swollen nub between his teeth and scraping gently.

  Maisy was damn glad they were underground in a rock cavern because the prolonged holler she let out when she shattered would have cracked glass. She couldn’t believe it. She’d never come so fast in her life before. And the waves just kept on coming as her pussy contracted against the grapes, squeezing, crushing. She never wanted it to stop.

  And Keller’s mouth! Dear God, he was killing her, pushing her body beyond its limits, driving her insane. The pain, the pleasure, the intensity!

  “Stop! I can’t take anymore, Keller. I think I’m going to have a heart attack. You have to stop.”

  Pausing in his carnal task, Keller assured her, “You’re not going to have a heart attack, sweetheart.” He gave a husky chuckle. “But if you really want me to stop, I will. Are you sure that’s what you want?” He licked her clit again and her body shuddered clear to her teeth.

  “No,” Maisy panted, clutching bunches of grapes in her hands and fisting them until they surrendered their juice. “It’s heaven. It’s hell. It’s…oh just go ahead and kill me. I want to die just like this in your arms, Keller.”

  “Just let yourself relax and give in to the pleasure, Maisy.” He sucked her clit and she indulged in a lingering moan. “Let me show you how much I love you.”

  His teeth grazed her tortured nub again and Maisy figured she was a goner. A woman could only take so much pleasure before detonating.

  “You’ve been deprived of absolute pleasure for so long, baby. You deserve this.”

  Bringing one hand to her breast, Keller rolled the stiff nipple firm enough that Maisy felt the sensation in her toes. This, while his magic mouth was still working at her clit, driving her farther toward the brink of insanity, treating her to equal measures of agony and bliss.

  She wanted to speak, to tell him just exactly what he was doing to her. To thank him for so generously treating her to the most intensely erotic experience of her life. To let him know that her entire arsenal of vibrators were no more than cheap, ineffectual trinkets compared to his expert ministrations. But all she could do was babble nonsensical murmurs.

  Lost in rapture, Maisy threaded her fingers through Keller’s hair, fisting it. She pressed his head against her, where it needed to be. Finally, her pleasure core split wide open, transporting her to an inner nirvana of hard, throbbing waves that splashed through her senses.

  “Yes…yes, that’s it, baby. There’s nothing more beautiful than watching you come, Maisy.” Cradling her in his arms as she floated atop the mound of grapes, Keller kissed her sweetly.

  “Now it’s time to get those grapes out of their secret hiding place,” Keller told her. Clutching her ass cheeks, he dragged her closer and got down on his knees so he was face to pussy.

  “Wait…it’s too soon, Keller,” Maisy told him, barely able to form words at this point. “It’s too sensitive down there.”

  “You mean here?” Keller pressed the tip of his finger against her gleefully worn-out clit.

  After letting out a whoop, Maisy’s head dropped back into the grapes and she moaned. The feeling of his finger on her tender flesh was indescribable and immediately sent another jolt through her body. It was as if she experienced the sensation down to every nerve ending.

  It felt terrible. It felt wonderful.

  She was frightened of the unknown. She was ravenous for more.

  Bracing her hips high, Keller brought her pussy to his mouth and tongued out a few grapes. “I’m afraid it has to be done,” he explained, before removing another few grapes and eating them. “I mean, can you imagine what would happen at your next visit to the gynecologist if he found grapes lodged inside your sweet little pussy?” He licked her clit before digging his tongue inside and scooping out another grape.

  The idea of trying to explain such a thing to kindly old Dr. Hendricks—who’d been her ob-gyn since she she’d married John, and her family doctor before that—had Maisy laughing at the same time that she squirmed with pleasure. Then alarm set in. Ohmigod. What if Keller didn’t get them all out? What if a grape or two lingered up there, hidden away, only to be fished out during her next pap smear?

  “Oh they need to come out, Keller. All of them. I could never explain such a thing to Dr. Hendricks.”

  “Well, when he asks you why you have a little red grape tucked deep in your pretty cunt, you could always tell him you went away to a spa for their famous grape cure. But their technicians failed to vacuum your innards sufficiently,” Keller suggested before returning to his grape-retrieval mission.

  Maisy started laughing again. How in the hell she could be caught up in giggles at the same time her body was readying itself for a cataclysmic orgasm was beyond her. She had no idea sex could be so multi-rewarding, so sizzling hot while being such great fun.

  Keller inserted two fingers, drawing out more fruit and sliding the sticky wet pulp along her clit before licking it and his fingers clean.

  “I like the taste of you mixed with the grapes,” he said, swirling a finger inside her pussy and plucking out another fruit. After eating it and licking his lips, he gave a satisfied smile. “Damn, you taste like sweet, musky sex. I love it.” And then he proved it by going back for more, again and again, each time doing something different to her with his tongue, teeth or fingers.

  Good God in heaven, the man knew how to make her insides thrum.

  “I think I’ve got them all out, but I’d better make sure.” Keller thrust his entire hand up her pussy, spreading his fingers and exploring. Maisy’s body stiffened at the powerfully sweet invasion.

  “Ooh, you’re touching something up there…something wonderful,” she breathed.

  “Must be the elusive G-spot,” he surmised. “Which proves I am not only a master winemaker, I am also an amazing lover.” He moved his fingers back and forth inside and Maisy felt herself bordering the rim of ecstasy.

  “Keller…” she sighed, looking into his eyes as he hand-fucked her. With an unmistakable look of love, he lowered his head and kissed her as he fucked her to completion, cradling her against him as she trembled. Swallowing her moans as her senses scattered. Whispering soft, sweet words of affection against her ear while she shuddered in his arms.

  When it was over, Maisy was spent. She’d ascended to a place of almost mystical scope before finding herself back in her perfectly pleasured body, and being held by the man she loved. Adored.

  A moment later, Keller was at her back. Still caught up in a thick fog of passion from her climax, Maisy was surprised to feel him parting her legs again and, with a rear approach, working his fingers deep in her vagina.

  “Oh no, I can’t, Keller” Maisy protested. “Not yet. It’s too soon. Too much. I feel like I don’t have a single bone left in my body, Keller. I’m spent.”

  Disregarding her protests, his skilled hand began to work wonders once ag
ain inside her sopping pussy. Despite being boneless and replete, Maisy moaned out in bliss, soaking up the ecstasy of feeling Keller pleasure her, love her.

  Her eyes widened as he splayed her butt cheeks with his free hand. She felt his cock nestling its length in the crease of her ass.

  “Um…what are you doing, Keller?”

  “Playing. God, you have no idea how much I want my cock in there, inside your tight, hot little hole.”

  Maisy gulped. “I think you’ve got the wrong hole.”

  “Nope.”

  “But-but that’s my…my…”

  “Your sweet, pink, virgin rosebud.”

  “My ass,” Maisy clarified.

  “Yup. Have I told you have the sweetest bare ass I’ve ever seen?” Keller dipped his head down and touched the tip of his tongue to her anus.

  Maisy yelped in surprise.

  He took his sweet time, licking, kissing and tonguing her. “Sweetheart, you’d better get used to the idea that there isn’t a single solitary spot on that lush body of yours that I don’t find beautiful, tempting, tantalizing. Every part of you is precious to me, Maisy. And I’m looking forward to hours and hours of in-depth exploration.” He licked her hole again and Maisy shivered.

  “Are you going to put your cock up my butt? Just, please, whatever you do, don’t stuff any grapes up there, okay?” She almost laughed. The conversation was so strange, so foreign to her. Hell, she didn’t even know men liked to do this sort of thing. But she had to admit, at the touch of his tongue against her opening, she felt a definite thrill of sensation gliding up her spine.

  “No grapes, don’t worry. As for my cock, you better believe it. In time. A few weeks. Maybe a month or two. I need to get you ready first.”

  “Ready how?”

  Keller slipped one finger inside the crack pressing against the seam of her ass. When he slid his fingertip, moist with grape juice, just inside the opening, she arched up, startled.

  “Oh!”

  “Like this.” He pushed his finger a little farther and she tightened, closing her buttocks around his finger. “Jesus, you’re so tight in there. I’ve got to get you ready, pliant, little by little, until your opening can stretch wide enough to accommodate my cock.” His finger penetrated to the first knuckle. Maisy gasped then moaned. “Like the way that feels, sweetheart?”