Chapter 7
For a long time after they'd screwed, they simply lay there in the dark, their arms around one another. Amber felt Randy's gentle breath against her tits. She knew the feathery tendrils of his breath were getting her hot to fuck again but she didn't want to say a word.
She wanted his prick-all of it she could get!
"Amber?" he finally asked. "Was it okay?"
"Okay! It was fantastic. I'm sorry I didn't want to let you do it when we started. I... I'd never had a man fuck me up the ass before. I was a little scared."
"Glad you liked it. I have a confession to make. I've never screwed a chick like that before."
"You mean you've screwed little boys like that?" she teased. She felt him tense all over in horror at the idea.
"Hell, no! Nothing like that. I mean, I never greeked anybody before. And, you know what?"
"You loved it." She didn't have to be a mind reader to guess that. She could tell from the excitement, the sexual electricity and energy in the air while they were fucking.
"Yeah. And I guess I love you."
"Hush," she said. "We know this isn't going to last. The lights go out and, like you told that night watchman, all bets are off till they go back on."
She sighed and snuggled closer to Randy's chest. There wasn't much hair on his chest, but she managed to find enough to play with. She rolled a silky strand around one of her fingers and stroked over the broad expanse of his chest.
She knew that this limbo would have to end as soon as the lights came back on. This wasn't the way the world really was. Not all the time. Not in modern times. With all the power out, people could frohc and play around however they wanted. It was as if the darkness was a veil protecting identities. Anything was possible, no matter how kinky. She knew she would never have allowed any man to corn-hole her.
She had found she loved it. The strangeness at first had put her off but when her body began to respond in new and excitingly different ways, she found it perfectly acceptable. If anything, she wondered why she had not tried it sooner.
The lights. That had to be it. People usually turned the goddamn lights off before they fucked. There seemed to be something protective about the darkness. Most pickups in bars were accomplished because the lights were low and the people couldn't really see each other that well. Or perhaps they only saw what they wanted to see in the dimness and the harsh light of reality didn't have to strip away their illusions.
Man turned downright promiscuous in the nighttime. She knew that bars kept their lights down because people drank more that way. And now, with the entire city blacked out, what else was there to do? Watching television was definitely out. That mind-erasing medium probably did more to snuff out the flames of honest lust than any other facet of modern society. The teenagers had the idea right. Fuck in the backseat of a car.
She wasn't too far removed from that stage in her sexual development and knew what it was like to break her back trying to get into impossible positions so some high school stud could slip it in. But there wasn't the omnipresent diversion of the television in a car. Maybe a radio, but that was different, a lot different. It didn't rob the listener of his imagination.
"Randy?" she asked, her hand forgetting the pitiful strands of hair on his chest and moving down lower where there was hair in abundance for her to play with, "do you think there's a radio around?"
"Why? Not enough good music between us?"
"I thought there might be a broadcast telling when the power might come back on."
"Don't want to get caught fucking some stranger if the lights do come back on?"
"Not that, silly." She found his prick and began stroking it as if it were some small, precious pet. The furry nest it poked out of was wet with sweat and her own cunt oils. The feel of its limpness in her hand presented her with a challenge. "I want to know how much longer we can keep fucking without a care in the world."
"As long as you want-with or without the power."
"You know that's not true."
"Why not? You have a steady boyfriend? A permanent male roommate? You're not married, for Christ's sake, are you?"
"Would it matter?"
"Not now," he admitted, "but later it would. I don't want this to end."
She felt his seriousness and knew that it wouldn't pay to get into a heavy discussion right now. Besides, there was a tiny tremor in his prick. She wanted to nurse that all the way. She wanted to feel it driving hard and fast all the way up her pussy.
Or even better, up her newly pioneered ass!
"Fuck me again," she said. "I want it. I need it. I've never wanted or needed anything so much in my whole life. And it doesn't matter where you stuff that fine cock of yours. Up my pussy or my ass-hole. Or even let me suck you off. I want your cock."
She felt the prick in her fingers jerk again and harden a little more. She began stroking gently, teasing it into full erection. Smiling, she kissed his lips, his cheek, his chin, his throat, and began to lavish juicy kisses all over his chest.
Her tongue teased one of his nipples, then she asked, "How come men have nipples? They're as useless as tits on a bulk"
"They break up the naked expanse of flesh," he countered. "And you are getting mighty pushy. You're not one of those aggressive Women's Lib types are you?"
"What's that mean? If it means I go after what I want, sure, I guess so. But for the most part, I couldn't complain about anything you want to do."
His prick danced mightily in her grip now. She increased the speed with which she was jacking him off. The feel of the wrinkled skin vanished as more and more excited blood hammering into his prick excited her. She continued licking lower and lower, leaving a phosphorescent trail of saliva behind. Just short of reaching his bush, he turned and sat up.
"I think I want to fuck your tits, bitch. None of this ass or cunt stuff. I want to feel my cock driving in and out between those silky mounds of your boobs."
She had never even considered such a thing. Amber shivered a little at the idea of his prick being so close to her sensitive tits. She didn't know what to do or say. But she did know what had gotten both of them really hot before.
"The hell you say, stud! I don't want that prick anywhere near my precious titties!" She rolled away from him, came to hands and knees so that her ass was mooning him, then ran from the office. She heard him swearing and lumbering to his feet. For a horrible moment, she thought she was actually going to get away from him. That would have been terrible!
"Gotcha!" he cried, dragging her to the carpet in the adjoining office. But he didn't have a firm enough grasp on her slippery flesh. She wiggled free.
She enjoyed hiding in the deep shadows, playing hide and seek. She could feel her pussy begin to froth with desire at the idea of being stalked by a man intent on fucking her. She wanted it as badly as the man did, but the fantasy images she could conjure up excited her more than the fucking ever could.
She was a tigress in the jungle and he was a big-game hunter. He had his mighty gun and threatened her with it. Amber quickly moved from one shadow to another, her white flesh gleaming. She kept to hands and knees as befitted a female tiger. Her tits swung pendulously under her body, making her feel even sexier. Hot blood pounded into her boobs this way, draining down to the very points. Her nipples felt as if they might blow up at any instant. They were filled to the breaking point with her aroused, excited blood.
She heard a tiny movement and quickly changed hiding places. The idea of being stalked so silently in the darkened office-jungle-made her breath come in short, heavy pants. She was hot for action. But when and where would it come from?
She found out quickly. Turning, the redhead saw a momentary flash of white and then a heavy body bowled her over onto her back. She struggled, but not too hard. She exerted herself enough to work up a sweat. The feel of her muscles working hard against the unseen assailant pushed her passion almost to the breaking point.
If a prick had been shoved between her thighs, she would have come then and there.
But the man was intent on straddling her waist and holding her down with his superior weight.
"Gotcha again!" Randy gloated. She tried to lift her arms but he held her wrists pinned to the floor above her head. Sliding forward, his cock came to rest in the deep valley between the snowy-white mountains of her tits.
"Don't tit-fuck me!" she begged. "This isn't right. Please don't do this to me!"
"You're my captive to do with as I please!" he crowed. Neither of them seemed to notice that he had let her hands loose and she wasn't fighting him any more.
"Beast!" she cried. "Monster! What makes you think I would want to feel your prick between my tits?" She scooted around under him to position herself a little better.
He reached down and gripped both her tits, one in each hand. She sighed at the feel of his meaty hands pressing so sensuously into her flesh. He squeezed. The cherry-red nipples popped fully erect between thumb and forefinger on each hand. He rolled them around like tiny pebbles until she was lost in the stark pleasure of this manipulation.
"You like that, don't you, bitch?" he laughed. "You ain't seen-or felt-nothing yet!"
"Please," she moaned softly. "Anything you want to do, do it! But fast! I'm about ready to burst apart inside. I need you so. My poor little cunny needs cock! Feed it! Feed my cunt all the cock it can eat!"
He laughed again. "No way. I'm going to take my pleasure on these nice, pillowy tits of yours."
He leaned forward, his weight on the out-sides of her ample boobs. She felt her knockers slowly trying to leave her chest. There was some pain but the pleasure of his hands all over her satiny-smooth jugs was more than enough to offset that.
"Fuck my tits, then! But do it quick!"
"So anxious. All the time wanting to rush a good thing. Lie there. Enjoy this. Enjoy it all you can!"
She enjoyed. The feel of his heavy hands was good, but the way his prick stroked back and forth in the deepness between her jugs was even nicer. She had never thought anything could be soothing and exciting at the same time. This was.
The redhead's legs spread of their own accord, in wanton invitation to a prick that wasn't there. She seemed to vaguely realize that but couldn't control the ingrained response. But she was surprised when Randy slid down her body, his legs pressing into her inner thighs and keeping her legs wide open.
His prick nudged into her cunt-lips, then drove mercilessly all the way up into her twat. She screamed at the suddenness of his entry. Her pussy seemed to go wild at the feel of real prick in her once again. "She gushed forth a torrent of cunt-juice as she came.
And all the while she was coming, his hands never left her opulent tits. He massaged and stimulated them, squeezing down and tweaking the rock-hard nubbins of erectile flesh.
"More! Give me more!" she begged. His hips began swinging to and fro, driving his meaty spike of pleasure deeper and deeper . into her cunt. She shuddered and came again. She hadn't realized how primed she was for this lovemaking.
And then her pussy was empty. It was just as it had been before when he had butt-fucked her. He had greased his prick in her love-juices and then left her hungry for more cock.
"What?" she began.
"Don't sweat it. Just getting ready for some real tit-fucking!" He straddled her waist again, his prick once more resting in the notch between her boobs. "Had to get it nice and slippery. Don't want to chaff that precious tit-flesh of yours."
He leaned forward again and she felt her boobs closing. She groaned at the impact of one nipple against the other. He was almost ripping her tits from her chest. She felt the skin on the outsides of her breasts stretching to the breaking point. She wanted to collapse into herself, but he wouldn't let her.
Her tits folded neatly around his prick. The snowy-white flesh formed an artificial vagina that held his cock. When he started sliding back and forth, she could barely tolerate his weight on her belly. But the sensual, erotic feel of his cock, now greasy with her fuck juices, slipping across her sensitive tit-flesh was all it took to get her ready for another come.
"Fuck faster!" she sighed. "I need it so baaaaad!"
He kept her boobs tightly pressed together. From the down side of her boobs, he could see his cock vanish into the narrow cunt he had formed. The purpled head of his dork shot through the mountain passage. The warm silken skin of her breasts caressed and clung slightly to his moving cock. He had to fight to keep from creaming then and there.
"Shit," he muttered. "I never thought it would be this good. You have a super set of knockers. Fucking them is almost more than I can handle."
"You bastard!" she cried. "Fuck meeeeee!"
The demand wasn't to be denied. His hips began moving faster and faster. He slid forward until his balls dragged against the slopes of her breasts. The softness of that skin almost robbed him of his erection. He pressed even harder into the marble-white cones and tightened the passage around his cock.
The cunt-juices greased his fuck-stick enough to really move back and forth with all the speed he wanted. The only problem was one of continuing lubrication. The friction of his frantic fucking quickly burned away the oils on his prick.
The girl felt the heat boiling into her chest. She sobbed and cried and thrashed around under the man's pinning weight. But she loved the nearness of his prick. She needed it more than she ever had before. It was good having his cock all the way up her twat, but this was nothing less than heaven for her.
"More, give it all to meeeee!" she begged. "I want it sobaaaad!"
Her words slurred and she couldn't hear what he said in response. The way her pulse hammered like the ocean's surf in her temples, every small noise in the room was drowned out totally. She reached up and added her own hands to those already forcing her boobs together. The added pressure made the artificial cunt even firmer around the prick driving in and out of it.
She glanced down and saw the purpled knob of his glans poking out from the upper side of her tits. She craned her neck and managed to lightly brush her tongue against the piss-slit of his cock. The girl instantly felt the tremor earth-quaking through his manhood.
"like it?" she asked.
"Love it!" he groaned. It felt like his prick had developed a palsy it shook so hard against her satin-smooth flesh. The girl realized how close to the edge of his iron-control the man actually was. She silently vowed to push him over the brink.
As his prick shot forward again, she felt her neck muscles strain to reach the head of his cock. She licked out with the tip of her tongue and was rewarded by the feel of it roughly dragging along the underside of his prick. The man moaned louder. She rolled her tongue around the rim of his glans and then tried to sink it all the way down his slit. They both knew this was impossible. Simply trying excited both of them even more than before.
"God, I can't stand much more," he panted. He fucked faster, his cock shooting in and out of his fake cunt like a piston in a cylinder.
She managed to capture the head of his cock and held it lightly between her velvet lips. She sucked for all she was worth. And then she realized that the man couldn't take another instant.
His prick exploded in a white-hot flood. Sucking, licking, lapping, she tried to capture every single precious drop of his come. He fucked wildly, without rhythm, back and forth in his soft-skinned pussy on her chest. Her tits sang a new song, a song of desire un-like anything she had ever felt before.
The friction of that fucking went straight down into her chest. She felt her entire body tensing up. It wasn't air she breathed any longer; it was liquid fire. Her pussy churned and her belly tightened. And then she came.
Her entire body convulsed with the potent ice and iron grip of climax. She felt the spatter of his liquid love all over her face. Her tongue eagerly licked and tried to get even more of it to smear over her tongue. Her taste buds went berserk. She came again at the salty tang of man-seed in her mouth.
As she drifted down from her sexual high, she felt the man's weight descend totally on her belly. She grunted and shoved at his bulk. He didn't move right away, and then he quietly stood and walked to the window.
Through the dimness in the office, she could make out his naked form He didn't seem to want to be near her. She had seen this reaction in some men after a really fine fucking. They wanted to be alone, but Randy hadn't struck her as this type. She got up, wiped the come off her face, and went up behind him. Her hands stroked along the broad shoulders and down his spine until she cupped his buttocks in one hand.
Softly, she asked, "Is anything wrong?"
"No, nothing. For once in my life, everything seems to be perfect. And that's what bugs the shit out of me."
"I don't understand."
"Look down there. In the city. On the streets. You can see the fires burning. Some of them have been set; others just happened. We're above all the rape and pillage and murder and arson here. This is an artificial world and when the power comes back on, we're going to be plunged back into that. Our little bubble will burst and we'll go back to being ourselves."
"And you don't think I would be part of your lit-up world?" she asked.
"Would you? I doubt if we'll even see each other after tonight. We've been doing some pretty heavy stuff that neither of us have done before. What happens if the newness of it wears off and there's nothing left between us?"
"Let's cross that bridge when we come to it," Amber said. "And right now, we're still in the dark. And this little bitch wants some more of the inventiveness shown by this stud." She squeezed down on his ass and kissed him on the shoulder. "How about some tender loving care? Just for me?"
Randy laughed aloud and said, "You have a way of cutting right through all the bullshit and going to the heart of the matter. I like that."
"Ummm," she moaned, "and I love that. But could you add another finger up my poor little twat? It's gotten used to having a biiiiig cock fucking it. One skinny little finger fucking me just doesn't make it anymore."
"I guess you will be needing me after the electricity goes back on."
"You better believe it, you well-hung lover!"