Defiled Seduce Night

by Marie Cisneros

  I had no inkling of what heartache was to come; I just wanted my friend Molly to also experience this very special sensual pleasure. It seemed a shame to keep it all to myself, and Davi seemed willing to be of service in a good cause. God, was I stupid? Or just completely lacking in self-awareness and common good sense? Oh, sisters; if I only knew then what I know now!

  Of course, the idea frightened Maureen. At first, I mean. And again, I have to admit that I used some wiles to bring her around. I also wanted to touch her again, to have her touch me. There's nothing like the touch of another woman; just as there is nothing quite like the touch of a man, having a man's heat and hardness inside your body.

  For several weeks, I fantasized endlessly: Davi holding Maureen, and gently piercing her little pink pussy with his cock, her soft lips and tongue on me. I think it was with me that she experienced her first orgasm other than by masturbating, and I still become aroused immediately when I picture her writhing and gasping as her body quakes from my tongue flicking over her clit. How delicious and innocent she is. The white heat of her desire when aroused is awesome, and when she finally comes to orgasm, it is incredible, beautiful to share. You can almost hear angels singing for her.

  She slept with us sometimes. David held her in the night, but he didn't attempt to make love to her. That was left up to me. One evening, I just decided that David and I would make love with her next to us. If she ran, she ran; but she didn't. She stayed, and watched, growing more and more aroused. When Mo is hot, her breath quickens; her breasts and neck flush. She sat next to me at the edge of the bed, one hand on my belly, the other in her own crotch as Davi licked me with quick hot passes of his tongue, from the opening of my vagina up over my clit. Then he would stroke his hot cock over me, in the same way. I was on the brink of climax for a long time, ever closer. My entire body was trembling; my cunt felt swollen; tingly. Finally, David whispered "let's come together", and pushed his cock into me. He put his fingers on each side of my clit, and squeezed; pulling and stroking. And I just exploded: I remember my body convulsing repeatedly, hearing my own voice crying out. And then there was the hot pulse of his cock shooting into me: feeling his searing juice splashing against my cervix. Incredible.

  Maureen got up and hurried to the bathroom, over Davi's and my panting, I could hear her "oh, oh, oh, OOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHH OOOOOOOOHHHHHH AAAAAAAHHHHHHH God!"

  Less than a week later, Maureen asked me if we could make love sometime. I think she meant she and I, but I said that the three of us would be very sweet. And she agreed immediately. It was a setup. And by the time Davi got home that afternoon, Mo and I were ready, ready, ready. Her cool soft lips, and hot smooth tongue. The way she kisses my clit: so loving, her entire attention focused on my little bundle of nerve endings there.

  I think now that if just ONE of us had said later: "I felt a little weird about that", we probably wouldn't have done it again. I know I wasn't sure what I would feel if I watched my husband become aroused with another woman - even my Maureen. I didn't know. Well, in the actual event, it was a huge turn-on. I couldn't take my eyes off the purple head of his cock sliding up and down between her pink swollen labia; him licking her little clit; the glint of her juices on her soft pubic hair. She was in some other dimension: ready to come almost immediately, which was new. Both Davi and I had to slow us all down, or it would have been over for Mo almost immediately. At the end, just before she started to climax, I think she panicked a little, and tried to push him away, but he wasn't allowing that. For me, the supreme moment of eroticism came as he gently but firmly held her down, with one palm on her belly and the other holding her shoulder down to the bed, while he pushed into her as deeply as possible. He held her there; she was like impaled there for a moment, in an agonized fire, and then they both came.....hard; so hard. And she felt what I had felt with him.

  David made a study of us. He wanted to break new ground; find new levels of arousal and orgasm. He could have sex for a long time; he said he was coming over and over, but he didn't usually lose his erection until after I had climaxed and couldn't take any more stimulation. We had a little "altar" of our two vibrators and various oils and jellies, incenses and little erotic picture books. I didn't really like the vibrators that much; they were actually an interference in my being joined to Davi. To use by myself, or together with Molly it was fun. Actually, David wasn't very good with the vibrator: he didn't really understand how potent a weapon it was, and he would sometimes use it to sort of force me to come. About the only thing to do with our lovemaking that he was clumsy with. About as often as I could come with him holding it to me, I would get to that place of being "stuck" at a pre-orgasmic level. Then I would gradually become frustrated, and go numb. After that, it would take me a long time to reset my nerve endings so I could become really aroused again.

  When I held the vibrator on him, though, he would arch his back and come powerfully, almost immediately. No Tantra for him with the vibrator. He would just arch and come, shooting long streams of semen into the air. THAT was a turn-on to watch. He could make me come in just moments afterwards; I was that aroused from watching him come so hard.

  We did talk a lot, though. And the talk was frank, loving, and really, really sexy.

  We loved one another; the three of us. I don't think anyone would dispute that, although David's friend Barry was skeptical. Or said he was. I think he was jealous. For the longest time, it was the happiest existence of my life. We were totally devoted to one another; the tenderness in our relationship must have been obvious and palpable. We looked out for one another; not overprotective, but genuine caring. And besides the lovemaking, there was another more important element: our growing comfort in the intimacy of our talk, the way we shared the little pieces of daily life. It was like each moment we were together was one of those softened photographs: surrounded by a halo of golden light. Sometimes when we were out together in town, I felt almost high; giddy; people stared at us. Did they see that we were harboring a secret? A love which was so complete and deep; and the rest of the world didn't share it. A little childish.

  We WERE like children, in some ways. But essentially innocent children.

  I don't think I would have minded Molly and David making love had it not been for the fact that they kept it to themselves. And then I realized that they were private about it because it was much more meaningful than just sex. I felt excluded. And then threatened.

  Water gone over the dam. Gone. In ten years, will I remember how lovely our lives were, and how painfully that beauty ended? Will I always feel this regret for having been the one to say "It's OVER!" As I talk to Maureen and David now, I discover that each of us feels a responsibility for what happened at the end. David is clean again; has a wonderful job. Maureen is teaching at Smith, in Massachusetts. What will I do there in Wyoming? Is there a women's trauma center? Someplace I can put my social work skills and education to work?

  The house is packed. I'm not sure how I feel about Steve driving to Wyoming with me. I know he's going to plead with me one last time not to go. He has a formidable ability to argue. But his argument seems to be an illogical one: stay here so we can be an item - which we aren't anymore. I am done with the cocaine; done with the sex fueled by drugs and wine.

  I'll put this aside for a while. I'm really tired and blue. I feel really alone.

  A Sunday Afternoon

  There's something about perfectly sunny Sunday afternoons. They're the best time to be outside enjoying the fine weather, particularly in the fall, when we know it'll end all too soon. September is the best time, really, because there's still a hint of summer's warmth, with a cool breeze bringing with it the kiss of snow, if you know how to smell it.

  And because it's such a wonderful day to be outside, sometimes there's nothing better than sitting indoors watching whatever idiotic program happens to be on television. At the moment, that show was Reno 911. Another bumbling cop show, more intelligent than most but still just TV. Sti
ll, I couldn't help but laugh, settled back on the couch and watching the program. Noises from the other room made me turn the volume up. I took another sip of my drink and thought of all the things I should be doing right then. Not doing them was about the most satisfactory thing I could do.

  The noises from the other room continued, and I sighed and stretched before standing. It was irritating, but even on a Sunday there were responsibilities that had to be met. I set my glass down—always on a coaster, because she hates it when I put a cold glass on the table—and walked across the hardwood floor to the bedroom. "Do you mind? I'm trying to watch television."

  The shades were open wide, letting in the afternoon sun and reflecting perfectly off the white walls. It threw the room into the kind of crystalline view you only get in sunlight, where everything looks warm and alive, even the furniture. It threw into stark relief the lithe frame of the darkhaired woman on the bed, the glaring at me impotently even now and trying desperately to make herself heard around the ballgag clamped in her mouth. Her normally alabaster skin was a mottled red from the effort of hold her head up, and even from the doorway I could see the glimmering wetness where she'd drooled from the corners of her mouth. It trailed down her chin to pool in the hollow of her neck. Her body glistened with sweat and well it should; having both arms and both legs raised, clamped to a spreader bar while you lay on your back, is not conducive to relaxation. Leather cuffs wrapped around both ankles and wrists. They were felt lined, of course. I'm not a monster. I did not want her uncomfortable.

  She continued to mumble through her gag and I sighed again in exasperation. "If you're not going to enunciate I don't know why I should listen," I said reproachfully as I stepped forward. It gave me a better few of the coarse hemp rope wrapped Japanese style around her body. A double-length slid first around her throat and then down around her breasts, where it an even eight times around her body. It compressed her breasts slightly and threw them out into stark relief, darkening the skin and making her nipples painfully erect. The rope then wrapped between the soft flesh and down to her groin. I could see very easily, with her legs so obscenely spread open and raised, the sparkling of the glass phallus lodged deep in her pussy. It looked beautiful in the sun, particularly with her juices coating the hard surface. A softer, more flexible plug fills her ass, black silicone two inches in diameter. Stretching my pet's ass is a slow process, but she's deliciously hot and tight when I slide into it, so it's well worth the effort. The fact that she still whimpers when I do so makes it even better.

  Her whimpers had masked other noises. Now that I stood next to her I could hear for myself the faint hum of the tiny vibrator the hemp rope held trapped against her clit. It pulsed rhythmically, filling the air with its whisper. I believe it was to this my pet was trying to draw my attention.

  "You agreed to this when you promised to by my slave, amy. I don't know what it is you want me to do about it now." Again she mumbled and again I sighed. "Fine, hold on." I reached around her head and pulled up, making her grunt as her neck stretched. I unsnapped the gag, ignoring the few strands of hair that got caught and tugged from her head as I did so. She had plenty of beautiful, shoulder length hair, the warm color of chocolate. A few strands wouldn't be missed.

  She stretched and worked her open mouth when the gag came out; a few more drops of drool fell to the pool in the hollow of her throat. "P-please," was the first word out of her mouth. "The vibe's driving me nuts. Can you take it off?" Her stomach muscles were trembling, as were her thighs, both from the pleasure and the stress of holding her position.

  "You know the rules. If you change the game, you'll be punished for it later," I warned.

  She threw her head back and closed her eyes. "I don't care," she whimpered, swallowing heavily. "I can't take it any more."

  "Suit yourself." I shrugged and walked down the length of the bed. Reaching out I gently parted the rope at her groin and withdrew the small, pink vibrator the tight twine had held so tightly. She sighed in relief and I dipped my head down, inhaling the sweet musk rising from her dripping cunt. She had the freshest smell and taste I've ever experienced from a woman. She tasted like the sunshine. And I slid my tongue out and brushed it lightly against the hard, throbbing clit that had completely exposed itself from her hood. Amy moaned again, louder this time, and I continued my ministration of her sore flesh. I licked and sucked the hard nub, drawing it between my lips and gently playing. Amy's whimpers were constant now, I reached up with one firm hand and covered both her mouth and nose, closing both tightly. She strained against my hand as my tongue continued to thrash against her flesh and soon she was bucking, face even redder than before as she struggled to breathe. First a pink, then a deep, mottled red her skin became, and her beautiful brown eyes bulged. And then she tried to take one breath, then another, little wisps of air making it past my hand but nothing else. Her eyes rolled back and finally she screamed into my hand, breath escaping her body and unreplaced as I suffocated her. Only when her body began to sag did I release her, and great shuddering breaths in came out as more screams as she continued to orgasm, body thrashing again and again. She was spent but I continued to lick her now overly sensitive flesh, dragging my tongue over the swollen clit until the pleasure turned to pain. My tongue must have felt like broken glass on her flesh by her sobs and the sparkling tears that filled her eyes.

  I always became hard when I tasted my amy. I always had. So now I stood back by her head and stared down at her as I freed my cock from my trousers. It sprang out, fully erect, and I worked my hand back and forth across it as it swelled even further. It felt good but I wanted more. And so I leaned over, propping myself against the wall, and smeared my cock through the pool of saliva on my pet's throat. She tried in vain to reach my flesh, to kiss it and taste it, but I pulled away before she could, my cockhead now glistening wet. I worked my fist along just the head and it took no time at all before I was on the edge. I grabbed the gag from the bedside and stared into my slut's eyes as I came, involuntary grunts escaping my mouth while I jerked off. The thick, heavy cum burst from my cock to cling to the gag's rubber surface, hanging and dripping there like fluid icicles. I shuddered and squeezed the last drop of cum from my cock before using my thumb to smear the semen all along the surface of the gag. I then twisted Amy's nipple and when she gasped in pain I shoved the gag back into her mouth, the side with the heaviest layer of cum inside against her tongue and teeth. I buckled it tightly around her head and smiled, slapping her in the cheeks with my softening shaft before zipping up.

  Leaning down, I kissed her ever so softly on the forehead, murmuring. "I love you. I love you." Then standing, I gave her a broad smile. "Try to keep it down, would you? I'm trying to watch television." I walked from the bedroom, ignoring her cries, and turned the TV back up before settling in for the afternoon. I love Sundays.

  Coming Together for the First Time

  Her mind has been playing tricks on her; telling her not to give in to him, not to fall in love with him. But yet, she knew it was already starting.

  He wanted her but wanted her to want him just as much. Now, it was no more about just fucking her , he wanted to make love to her. Looking at her, he noticed her trance-like state.

  "Jamie?"

  She broke out of her trance and sat on the bed. Bowing her head, he saw tears stream down her face. His heart broke in two.

  Sitting next to her, he cupped her face with his hands. Even as sexy and provocative as she was, she looked like a frightened child and he knew her fears all too well.

  "I can't do this," she said under her breath. But he very well knew she wanted to and all she needed was a little prompting.

  "What are you afraid of Jamie?" He wanted to hear admit her fears. She paused for a second, biting her lip. Even in that moment of sadness he was overwhelmed with lust for her.

  "Will you be there in the morning?" She asked almost embarrassed.

  "Baby, you're my obsession. I will be th
ere every morning you want me to be."

  He pulled her face to his and kissed her gently.

  "Let me in Jamie."

  He kissed her again, this time sliding his tongue inside her mouth and she welcomed it. Without breaking the kiss, they fell back onto the bed. Her mind told her no, told her to hold back, get up and walk away but her body's responses to his kisses betrayed her. He slid his hands down her hips feeling her soft creamy skin, he took hold of them and pulled her on top of him while her tongue explored every secret place in his mouth. kissing him with an undeniable hunger. Taking his bottom lip in between her lips she sucked on it and he realized she was taking control now.

  He couldn't believe how this beautiful creature could go from being childlike to vixen in just a few minutes; the dichotomy in her was what made his heart race.