Chapter 10
It was exciting getting on the plane. Sharon had flown once before. This was something else. Duke and she watched the movie on the flight. She didn't remember what she saw. All she knew was that Duke was with her and they were going to San Francisco.
"When we get to Frisco," Sharon said, "will you pick up one of those sex books for me?"
"If you don't know what to do with it by now, you'll never know," he said. "What do you want with one of those books anyhow?"
"I thought I might find some new ways to excite you," she told him.
"You just keep using your tongue he way you do," he said. "If you want to know any more, I'll teach you!" he told her.
The plane started to circle the area. Sharon gazed out the window as the 747 started its descent. They touched down and disembarked from the plane. Duke picked up the rented car he ordered. In minutes, they were on their way to the city.
Duke wasn't too familiar with Frisco. It took him an hour to reach the city. He found a very nice hotel on the 700 block on Market Street.
The doorman handed Duke a receipt for the car and Sharon and Duke checked in. Duke officially signed the register as Mr. and Mrs.
Robert Duncan. Sharon got a big kick out of that.
A bellman took them up to their room. Duke tipped the boy. As soon as the bellman left, he grabbed Sharon. He kissed her and she responded passionately.
"Easy, easy!" Sharon chided him. "We have the whole day and tonight!"
"The hell we have!" he exclaimed. "I have to be at a meeting. You know we've killed over seven hours getting here. There's a three hours' time lapse between here and the East Coast. By tonight, I may be too pooped to pop!"
She reached out and stroked his crotch. Sharon felt the hard bulge rising. Duke grinned crookedly. "You little bitch! I'm like putty in your hands! You're a little cock-teaser! "
Her hand shook the cloth covered prick. "That's not exactly putty I'm holding," she said.
"But it's good for stuffing up cracks," he rejoined.
"That's a hint, I'll bet!" she continued the banter. "Okay! Let me take a shower and freshen up. After that, we'll have a quickie in the sack. How does that grab you?"
"Hey! That's a good idea!" he agreed. "And we can warm up for our session in bed."
"What's a good idea?" she asked.
"We'll take a shower together!" he answered.
Sharon raised her eyebrows in surprise! The suggestion appealed to her. There was something very thrilling in taking a shower together. The glands in her cunt started the preliminary sweating at the exciting prospect. Her body was reacting to the erotic thoughts.
A shivering ripple slithered along her spine. It bounced up to her skull and shot back to her anxious snatch. A gently voluptuous vibration enveloped the walls of her pussy.
"Well, don't stand there gaping!" Duke jolted her out of her reverie. He was stripping his clothes off. "Come on! Move your ass! Haven't you ever taken a shower before?"
"Oh! Sure! Lots of times! Alone!" She answered in feigned sarcasm. "I never took a shower with someone else at the same time. Even at school!"
"Good! You're in for a lot of fun!" he said. Duke's clothes were off. "I'll get the water ready. Come on, hurry up!"
Sharon admired his well built frame. It was the first time she saw his balls and cock. He was well hung. His prick was in a semi-state of erection. She couldn't wait to get into the shower with Duke. Quickly, she shucked off her clothes and hurried after him.
He was adjusting the water temperature. Duke looked up as Sharon came into the bathroom. Her coral studded gourds bobbed up and down.
"Hey! You look real sexy!" he exclaimed. His eyes swept down to her naked pussy. He whistled in sensual approval. "And you wanted to read those dirty books! How come you shaved off the fuzz? Did you get a case of crabs?"
"Don't be funny, Mr. Duncan!" she pretended to be annoyed. "You're just jealous you didn't think of it first! So far, all you've been doing is talking about sex! When do I see some action? When do the rockets go off and the bells ring?"
"Get into the tub, honey!" he ordered.
Sharon got into the tub and Duke followed her. His prick had hardened. The hard-on struck her on the hip as he entered the tub after her. A voluptuous lance of thrilling expectation passed through her thigh into her cunt at the contact.
Duke shut the shower door. Flipping the control lever, he turned the shower on. The spray of tepid water struck Sharon on the face and shoulders. It felt good! She had a sudden urge to piss from the effects of the water on her. Turning her back to Duke, she let the piss out. There were no inhibitions with her. But there were some things that should remain private! Although later she would change her mind!
"Good, I'll start with your back!" he said. She felt the soapy rough washcloth scrub her shoulders and back. It moved towards the small of her back just above the croup. Duke passed over the rounded slopes of her buttocks casually. He soaped her thighs and legs. Returning to her ass, he scrubbed the ass cheeks and the puckered brownish hole.
When Duke touched the sphincter of her ass, the muscles in Sharon's buttocks twitched. The asscheeks closed protectively for a moment and then relaxed. He bunched the cloth up and rubbed it along the ass crack.
This new ritual excited her. Sharon's cunt became moist. It wasn't from the water cascading from her tits. Duke pushed her into the path of the shower to remove the suds.
"Now, we do the front also!" he announced. "How do you like it so far?"
"Great!" she replied enthusiastically.
She turned around at his direction. Sharon watched as he soaped up the cloth. The spray from the shower struck him on the back and bounced off into her face. Her eyelids closed partially to prevent the water from going into her eyes.
Duke began to lather her fully rounded tits. Each round globe of flesh received his special attention. Her tits were rubbed, squeezed, and fondled as the thick lather covered them. When he covered the ruby disks and scrubbed the nipples, Sharon felt a warm glow stirring in the seething insides of her vulva.
A lance of excitement rolled from her spine into the erogenous cavity between her thighs.
She could feel the lascivious flush of carnal expectations heating her cuntal walls. This whole scene was a thrilling experience. Every facet of this sex play was exciting! She was eager to wash Duke! Her mind considered the licentious possibility of being fucked right there in the shower! Duke had opened up a new world to her! She was enjoying every sensual minute of it. Sharon was hoping it would last forever!
The soapy cloth slid over the rib cage and down the slight swell of her stomach. It hovered briefly over the shaven mound above her cunt. Then the sudsy cloth rolled over her soft flared hips. Duke lathered her thighs, inside and out. He scrubbed her calves and shins.
Sharon was ecstatic over this bathing ceremony. She knew that he was deliberately avoiding the washing of her snatch until the end. Her pelvis gave an involuntary jerk as the washcloth passed along the slit in her pussy. Duke was playing with her. The cloth moved downward along the crack towards her ass.
He moved back towards the puffed lips of her snatch. She tingled as the rough cloth scraped the sensitive membranes of her vulva. The friction stimulated the nerve endings in her vagina causing her to murmur soft moans of pleasure.
When Duke shifted to her clitoris, the thrilling shock waves made her grow weak. Sharon's knees buckled slightly. She reached out, grabbing Duke's shoulders for support.
"Ohhhhh!" she groaned. "More, more! That feels good, Duke! Faster, faster! This is crazy! I'm coming! I ... uhhhrrr ... I'm coming! I've never come this fast!"
His cloth covered hand slid rapidly back and forth over her sensitive button of flesh in response to her urgings. She could feel the friction heating up her clitoris. It intensified the voluptuous passions that triggered her orgasms.
Her cunt was sensually on fire. The exquisite delirium of the orgasm was the alarm bell ringing. Her system released the heavy saturation of cum juices to put out the flames.
Duke held her body with one hand while he continued to wipe her cunt in rapid strokes.
"Ohhh! No more, Duke, honey! No more! Jeez-us! This is the wildest ever! Ahhhrrr!" she groaned in sexual gratification. Every nerve within her tingled.
He shoved her under the shower, letting the water remove the scummy lather. Also, to cool off the sensual ardor that engulfed her. The force of the shower struck her body. Her system adjusted to the change. The violent force of the orgasm dissipated. She was back to normal again. But her mind still remembered the exhilarating thrill of the contact.
"You've had your fun!" he told her. "It's my turn now!" He handed her the cloth and soap.
"Mmmmmm!" she murmured approvingly. "That was good!"
"I'm glad you think so," he said. "Let's see if you can show your appreciation."
Sharon took the cloth, swirled it in the water, and soaped it up heavily. Duke's chest and stomach was quickly lathered. She passed over the legs, giving them a perfunctory soaping. Bending down in a crouch, her face was level with his rampant prick. It protruded from the center of his groin. Straight, thick, and proud! Behind it hung the thick sac with the egg-shaped balls.
Her palm cupped his balls, fondling the fleshy stones. The cloth covered hand encompassed Duke's virile shaft. She pressed his cock under the head. The pressure on the shaft seemed to increase the size of the cockhead a little. Sharon examined the ruby conical shaped head with the tiny slit in the center. The flesh was a deep reddish-pink covered with patches of soap suds. Oh, what a beautiful prick! Soon, it would be throbbing inside her anxious cunt!
Her curled fist pumped up and down on his prong, exerting pressure and friction. As she stimulated him, a prickling sensation tingled inside her hot box. Sharon was tempted to put his gorgeous cock into her eager quim, soap and all!
Duke bent his knees slightly and rocked his hips in cadence with her stroking hand. His hands reached out and clasped her shoulders. His strong fingers tightened on her shoulders.
"Unnrrr! Unnrrr!" he grunted. "That's it! Faster, faster! Watch out! I'm going to shoot my load!"
She shifted slightly at the warning. Her hand felt the orgasmic spasm palpitating as his cock ejaculated the hot sperm. The first thick burst of cum spurted out in an arc of about a foot. Sharon felt his balls bounce in her palm with each forceful emission. The action reminded her of a field gun firing. After a burst, the barrel recoiled and then sprung forward, firing another shell of glutinous fluid. Gradually, the intensity of his climax died down.
"Milk it down!" Duke told her.
Sharon's fingers clamped down at the base of his prong and moved towards the corona of his prick. She could feel the rigidity of his hard-on disappearing. She pressed upward, forcing out the residue of his come from the urethm. There was a thick drop of come oozing out of the tiny slit. The washcloth passed over it, wiping it away.
He stepped under the shower spray and washed the soap off. "Don't forget the back!" he reminded her.
Sharon scrubbed his shoulders, back, and legs. When she got to the buttocks, she soaped the firm fleshy asscheeks. The sex play made her very horny. She pushed a finger up his asshole. Her finger frigged his ass slowly, adding to her licentious pleasure.
Duke wriggled his ass while her finger massaged the tight hole. She shoved her finger as far as it could go.
"Okay! That's it! Everybody out of the pool! More play time later on," he announced. "I have to go to a meeting!"
She removed her finger and he stepped under the shower. He washed off the residue of suds. Outside of the tub, they took turns in drying each other off.
"That was fun!" Sharon exclaimed. "I bet you know a lot of other little tricks just as exciting."
"You bet! But I haven't got the time right now! I hate to kiss and run," he apologized. "I have to be at a special briefing. I don't know when I'll be back. I should have been here two days ago. You understand, don't you?"
"Sure!" she nodded agreeably. "Any chance of us having some lunch together at least?"
"Hell! You ate on the plane! Are you hungry again?" he asked. "I hope you're not eating for two!"
"Bite your tongue! No! I just thought I could steal you for a few minutes," she answered. "All right!" she sighed in resignation, "go on to your old briefing. I'll find something to do. Maybe, go shopping. When do you expect to be back?"
"I don't know," he said. "I'll call you when I can. If you're not here, I'll leave a message."
She hugged him and they kissed. Duke hurried and dressed. Sharon was left alone. There wasn't any hurry now. There was plenty of time to dress and do whatever she wanted.
Her life with Duke had a wonderful beginning. The shower bit was very exhilarating. She knew he was capable of doing other exciting things to her. Sharon's wish was that it would always be that way. That nothing would ever mar their life together. She checked her appearance in a mirror. Satisfied, she left the room to do some shopping.
Sharon returned to the hotel room in the late afternoon. Duke had left a message for her. He would be late. The note was apologetic. It also told her to eat supper without him.
She decided to eat supper in the hotel's restaurant. If Duke called, she could get the call. Sharon left word at the desk where she would be. His call came about seven. She was back in the room. He apologized and told her he would be back about ten. The thought didn't appeal to her. There wasn't anything to be done about it! It was all part of his job.
Sharon understood the problem. Duke had arrived at the last minute. If it wasn't for her, Duke would have no problems. He was supposed to have been in Frisco sooner. The least she could do was make things easier for both of them. One way was to accept this temporary inconvenience. After all! There were other days they could be together.
The phone rang about a quarter to ten. "I'm on the way, honey," Duke told her. "I'm in the lobby now. I'll let myself in with the passkey from the desk."
Sharon got out of bed and slipped into a sheer black negligee. Picking up a spray cologne, she doused herself with the tantalizing scent. Satisfied with her arrangements, she got back into the bed.
There was gentle knocking at the door. A key clicked in the lock and Duke walked in. He smiled at her. He carried several paper bags in with him.
"What a day!" he exclaimed. "We have to leave early tomorrow for the ball park. It was all mental today. I think if I had worked out physically, I wouldn't be this tired.
"Hey, you look terrific! I hate to disappoint you, Sharon. I'm not in the mood for any sex. All I want to do is rest. After the game tomorrow, we'll have plenty of time for fun and games. Even Monday! The team's off for the day. After that, I fly out with the team to Houston. You can come along with me to Houston if you like or you can take the rented car and drive around here. Look for a little love nest for us."
"Okay!" she conceded in mild disappointment. "No sex for tonight! What have you got in the packages?"
Duke shoved them into a drawer. "Just a few things I picked up for myself. You know, the usual junk! Aftershave lotion, some shaving things!"
Somehow, Sharon didn't believe him. She felt that there were some items in the bags for her. Whatever it was, it had to do with surprising her. She was certain of that. He undressed and went into the bathroom. Sharon was tempted to get out of bed and check up on him. It was her curiosity. Of course, Duke could have the items he claimed in the bags. Then again, maybe not! In time, Sharon would find out!
They were up early Sunday morning. After breakfast, they picked up the car and drove out to Candlestick Park.
He gave her an official tag and escorted her to a box near the fifty yard line. She looked at the numbers around her. The section had odd numbered designations. Duke had given her a pair of field glasses. The sections across the way from her were even numbered. Sharon had been to few football games, let alone professional games.
Her knowledge of the sport was limited. A sudden realization came to her. She didn't even know what team Duke was associated with! Was it the home team or the visiting team?
One thing was obvious. Whichever team Duke was with would be sitting on the benches in front of her. There were a few other people scattered throughout the stands. Some were women. Probably the wives of the players. Holding the field glasses up, she scanned the other side of the stadium. She saw some women seated across the way. Some of them were very pretty.
The two teams came out on the field and began to go through their various drills. It was a little chilly for autumn. Sharon didn't mind. Duke warned her to bring along a top coat.
Sharon wasn't too interested in the outcome of the game. She hoped that Duke's team would win. If there had been someone to talk to while she waited, it wouldn't have been so bad. She was bored. The morning was long as well as the afternoon.
The stands began to fill up. Duke came by the stands several times. Their conversations were brief. Sharon smiled and pretended interest. She made a mental note to have him instruct her in the finer points of the game. Also, to introduce her to some of the players' wives. At least she would have someone to talk to at the games.
Finally, the game started. It seemed to be an exciting game. The crowd yelled a helluva lot. The spirit of enthusiasm captured her on a few occasions. She found herself standing and cheering also. Although she didn't know why! The game ended in a tie. The fans started to exit from the stadium. Duke came by and told her he would be with her shortly.
As they drove back to the hotel, he said, "You've been a good sport! Your ass must be tired from sitting out there for so long. I'm going to take you out to an early supper! After that, it's back to the hotel!" He winked at her. "I'm going to make up for the disappointment last night. By the way, how does Chinese food grab you?"
Sharon nodded. "That's fine."
For some reason, her thoughts went back to the bags Duke placed in the drawer. She was certain he had something special for her in those bags. His offer to make up for the previous evening started a salacious salivating in her snatch. She wanted to skip the evening meal.
Instead, she wanted her body to eat Duke's cock. Anywhere! In her mouth, in her cunt, up her ass! Her mouth had already tasted the sweetness of his prick. Sharon had seen and felt the strength of his cock. She had all she could do to restrain herself during the meal.
She was like a bitch in heat! Duke kept looking at her during the meal. Oh, you teasing bastard, she thought! You know I want to have your lovely prick in me! It was an effort on her part to finish the meal. She was impatient! Eagerly, she wanted to get back to the hotel and fuck Duke. She experienced a slight voluptuous stirring tingling her nervous system. By the time they returned to the hotel room, Sharon was already stripping.
"Hey, hey! Where's the fire?" Duke asked with a bemused grin. "How about a little fooling around first?"
"If I don't see you start taking your clothes off, Duke Duncan," Sharon threatened, "so help me, I'll rape you! I'll rip your clothes off myself."
He laughed pleasantly. "Okay, okay! But we're going to do it my way. I've got a few surprises." She flopped on the back. "Do you trust me?" he asked.
"Would I have come all the way to Frisco with you if I didn't?" she asked.
"Good!" he replied. Duke went to the drawer and rummaged through one of the bags. He took out two sets of leather manacles.
Sharon bolted upright at the items in his hand. "What's that? What are you going to do?"
"I asked you whether you trusted me. You said you did! Just lay back and get set for the thrill of a lifetime," he assured her.
She lay back, her eyes filled with suspicion. "You're ... you're sure you're not going to hurt me or do something flaky?"
Duke fastened one arm to the bed. As he fastened her other arm, he said, "Honest, Sharon! I won't hurt you."
A leather anklet snapped around one of her legs as he fastened it to the foot of the bed.
"Then why are we doing it this way?" A slight apprehension made her voice tremble.
"To make what we're doing a little more exciting," he said.
Duke covered her eyes with a dark eye shield. She suddenly realized that she was completely helpless. Her limbs were shackled to the bed. The eye shield cut her off completely. There was no way for her to see what was going on.
The sound of clothes rustling came to her ears. Duke was undressing. That was pretty safe. It was a small assurance that he was going to actually fuck her. Duke was back at the drawer again. She heard his footsteps padding back to the bed.
"Do you really and truly believe that I won't hurt you?" he asked.
"Yes!" she answered. She tried to sound as convincing as she could under the circumstances.
He placed his mouth on her lips and kissed her passionately. His tongue snaked out and slithered into her waiting mouth. Their tongues met and locked in an oral wrestling match. The kissing helped to ease some of her doubts. When Duke separated from their embrace, she wondered what was going to happen next.
She felt an unusual sensation. Duke was caressing the areola of a tit with something soft. Her mind tried to identify whatever he was using on her. The nipple of her tit was hardening. The caress was soft, almost furry. It rolled around the roseate disc that surrounded her nipple.
Her tit was a piece of electrified flesh. She could feel the voluptuous current streaking down to her box. She was torn between enjoying the surging thrill and trying to identify the object on her tit. What the hell difference does it matter, she asked herself! All she knew was Duke had awakened and increased her erotic yearnings.
Sharon's other tit was teased by the same treatment. Her two nipples were hard nodes. "Hsssss!" The hissing intake of her breath made a moist sucking sound.
Duke had clamped his lips over the stiff nipple. His tongue and mouth increased the tingling that filled her tits. He flicked his tongue rapidly over the nipple making her sigh with delight at the blissful effect.
Her body jerked and wriggled as the object he was using rolled over her flesh. It stopped at her navel and moved about the crevices. As though he was painting something on her navel. That was it! He must be using a type of brush. The kind used for oils or watercolors.
And then the brush touched her clitoris! A thousand prickling hairs exquisitely intensified the sensually erotic pleasures she felt. She arched her hips to bring the brush closer to her clitoris. His strokes were harder and faster.
"Mmmmmm!" she groaned in ecstatic bliss. "Keep it up a little more. Any minutes, I'm going to come!"
The brush stopped taunting her clitty. Something was being inserted into her eager snatch. The new object was pushing her cuntal lips, spreading them wide. It reminded her of a doctor giving an internal examination. There was no pain. Another object was slipped into her cunt. It was the brush again!
She felt the bristles sweep across her vaginal wall. He was spreading the heavy moisture in her snatch. The moisture was the paint he was using to create an erotic picture in her cunt. Each hair on that brush tantalized her. She could feel the interrupted orgasm starting up again.
Her hips undulated sinuously in tempo with the brush. The orgasm was building up.
"Ohhherrr, Ohhherrr!" she repeated over and over. Sharon tried to bring her thighs together as the artificial phallus stirred up new waves of voluptuous thrills. The restraints prevented her.
"Oh, Duke! Let me come!" her plea was a soft sigh. "Don't tease me any more!"
The brush and cunt spreaders were removed. She was feeling frustrated at this time of play. Every time she was ready to come, Duke stopped.
Her body shifted as Duke added his weight to the bed. She sensed his body moving above her. Her nostrils detected the scent of his genitals above. His hard-on pressed against her nose as his ass hovered over her mouth.
"Lick my ass!" he told her. "Give me a trip around the world."
The shackles and blindfold were a handicap. Sharon couldn't see or hold him. Only the pressure of his ass and cock on her mouth told her where everything was. She had to depend on touch and smell.
Her tongue reached out and located the crack between his buttocks. She licked his ass until she found the small hole. The tip of her tongue tried to penetrate the tightly closed orifice. Unsuccessful in the attempt, Sharon was content to rim him. The flat blade of her tongue scraped against the perineum.
She located his heavy balls. Her tongue treated his balls to a heavy coating of saliva. Sharon tried to suck each nut separately into her mouth. The attempt was a failing effort. Her head shifted so that her oral spatula could lick the underside of his cock. She managed to absorb the head of his prick into her mouth. But the position was awkward and tiring.
Releasing his cock, she protested in mild irritation. "Fun is fun, Duke! I don't mind the gimmicks you use. I'd love to suck your cock. But damn it! You got me so fuckin' hot, I'm ready to bust. Have a heart! Ever since the first time I sucked you off, I've been dying to have your cock in my cunt. Please, let's do it! Save all this fun and games for some other time."
"Okay!" he agreed as he removed his weight from the bed. He removed the leather shackles. Sharon removed the blindfold. The lights in the room made her shut her eyes.
"You've been a good sport!" he told her. He held his rigid dick near the base of the shaft. Shaking it at her, he said, "It's all yours! Ready or not, here I come!"
She grinned at him. "You sonovabitch!" she said in joking reproof, "I've been dying to come all night."
He swung his trunk into the V-shaped space between her parted thighs. Holding his cock, he guided it gently past the anxious quim that salivated for the taste of his prick. Duke impaled her pussy on his thick shaft.
She sighed in ecstatic bliss at the contact. It filled her hungry snatch. His cock was comfortable, warm, soothing, exciting! His cock began to leisurely pump in and out. The pressure of his fleshy piston rubbing in her housing box was a comfortable friction. The sensation sent tickling tentacles spreading all over her body.
"Don't rush it, Duke," she told him. "I never had a lovely piece of meat like yours in me. I want to enjoy every wonderful minute it's in me."
He bowed his head and their lips met. A violent outburst of passion enveloped her. Her head slowly shifted from side to side as she twisted her mouth against his lips. Both of them emitted sensual moans of delight as their tongues tangoed in an erotic lingual dance.
She brought her thighs together, locking them with her ankles on top of his hips. That brought his spike deeper into her hot snatch. He reached behind him and made her unfasten her hold. Without removing his prick, Duke shifted one leg of hers at a time. With the change of position, Sharon was almost bent in two. Her legs rested along his chest and on his shoulders. A squeal of pleasurable delight escaped her lips.
The change Duke made afforded a deeper penetration of her anxious cunt. Gradually, his hips started the slow rocking movements. His leisurely pistoning prong elated her into a state of voluptuous ecstasy. Her low moans kept beat to the tempo of his thrusting prick.
"Ohherrr, Ohherrr!" Her repeated moans were anguished expressions of erotic exhilaration.
Her head rocked from side to side as the carnal fever increased her libidinous delirium.
Duke was using his cock like a master weaver preparing a licentious tapestry. His fleshy shuttle moved in practiced strokes, sliding in and out of her fleshy loom. She felt the delicious sensuality of his dick as it rubbed with increased vigor against the muscles of her excited pussy. A warm glow was growing in her snatch. Any minute she expected it to burst into a flaming climax.
Her thigh fitted into the crotch of his elbow. Both of his hands were free to feel her tits or clitoris. He reached over to capture her clitty between the balls of his fingers. As he rode in and out of her, he massaged her venereal papule. That enflamed turgid piece of tiny flesh that was her clitoris!
Sharon's body was almost doubled over. Duke's arms about her legs kept her from moving around as much as some other position. It didn't matter what position she was in. All she cared about was getting fucked. The better the fuck, the more she enjoyed it.
"Unnrrr!" The sound was a prolonged groan of rapture. It came from the bowels of her cunt and rumbled in her throat. Between the ascending and descending cock in her twat and the fingers that rubbed her clitty, Sharon's sexual system was overloaded. Any minute, her box would explode.
"Fuck me, fuck me!" she urged him. Her voice was a hoarse urgent whisper. The bed started to squeak as Duke increased the rhythm of his strokes.
Sharon's outstretched hands clutched at the sheets. Her clenched fists held the sheets tightly.
She tried to meet Duke's thrusts with her own. The position she was in made pelvic motions limited. His heavy balls kept a gentle beat on her buttocks as they swung to and fro.
"Ohhherrrr! Ohhherrrr!" she groaned in continued rapture.
Duke's breathing gave evidence of his own aroused state. "Hunnrrr! Hunnrrr!" he grunted as he plowed faster into her cunt.
Her eyes were tightly shut in sensual appreciation. She sucked in her lower lip. As though biting on it would intensify the erotic churning that shook her body.
She continued to rock her head from side to side. Her ecstatic groans and sighs matched the cadence of Duke's pumping dick. Sharon never expected to reach such lascivious and voluptuous heights.
"Now, Now, now!" she exclaimed. "Oh, Oh! I'm coming, I'm coming! Fuck me faster, faster, darling! I want you to come at the same time," she urged him. "Oh, Oh! YAHHRRG-RRrrrrrr!"
Her last vocal outburst was a shout of tortured delight that gradually died in a throaty gurgle. At that moment, Duke's own voice announced his orgasm.
Sharon felt the paroxysm of his pulsating tube filling her twat with his orgasmic potion. Her erotically sensitive cunt felt the throbbing contractions of his climax. Her cunt was filled with her own copious flow of come. Duke made a final plunge. She shivered in carnal delight as Duke ejaculated heavily into her quim.
His prick was buried deep inside her quim. Her legs were gripped tightly in his arms. He bowed his head against her stomach. Duke was in a state of sexual collapse. Completely spent from the exertion!
Slowly, Sharon's body began to adjust back to normalcy. Every nerve within her tingled.
She had been sexually stimulated to a fever pitch. Her erotically stimulated body had reached the pinnacle of voluptuous sensuality. Now, she was returning to the plateau from where she had started her ascent.
When she had recovered, she tapped him on the shoulder. "Hey! Remember me?" she asked. "That was some fuck! So is this position! I don't think I'll ever straighten out!"
His soft prick slipped out of her hole. He released his hold on her and she straightened her legs.
She moved her legs around. "There must be more comfortable positions to use!"
Duke grinned at her. "You bet! And I'm going to show you all of them," he told her.
"I'm glad you brought that up! Speaking of showing me different things! Just what was it that you used on my cunt when you had me so helpless? " she asked.
He held up a pair of test-tube tongs. He flexed the handles to show her how it worked. "I was going to use them on your ass also but you got impatient."
"And that thing you used on my tits and cunt was a paint brush, wasn't it?" she asked.
Duke held up the long thin brush with the camel's hair bristles. "How did you guess?"
"Let's see what other goodies you have!" Sharon said.
She examined the leather manacles used on her wrists and ankles. The blindfold was a black sleep shade.
Several other items caught her attention. One was a plastic cylinder shaped like a cock about six inches long. Another was a plastic handle. It was about four inches long and about two inches in diameter. A thin hard rubbery flexible tube protruded from the center of the handle. Sharon was fascinated by the appearance of these instruments.
"And what are these for!" she exclaimed.
Duke laughed. "The first one is obvious. It's a fake cock." He reached for it. Twisting the handle, the fake cock hummed into action. Sharon reached for it and felt the vibrations.
"I suppose the other toy is for the ass!" she said.
He grinned. "How did you guess?"
Sharon slapped her hands gleefully. "Okay! Turnabout is fair play," she said. "It's my turn to use these on you," she declared. An impish grin danced on her face. "I want to see if you can take what I dish out!"
Duke stretched himself out on the bed. His arms above his head and his legs splayed. "Go ahead," he challenged her, "take your best shot!"
Sharon shook her head. "Uh-uh!" He looked puzzled. "I want you on your stomach," she said.
He rolled over and she started to shackle him to the bed. "Going to try out that ass tickler on me, huh?" he asked. "That ought to be lots of fun for both of us."
She was standing at the head of the bed. Her hands were poised to place the blindfold on his eyes. "Quite the contrary, my dear," she answered. "I'm going to fuck you in the ass with this lovely make believe prick."
The last expression she saw on his face before the eyeshade went on was his surprised look. Her voice broke into a song. It was a parody on the seven dwarfs' song.
"Oh, whistle while you jerk!" she sang as she played with Duke's cock. His prick responded to her manual manipulations. She was enjoying this little play.
"Hey!" Duke grunted from the bed. "You don't have to sound so happy!"
She gave him a playful slap on his rump. "Quiet! Or mama is gonna spank you."
Sharon's already lubricated finger started to frig his asshole. He wriggled his ass as she massaged his anal canal. Picking up the fake cock, she slowly pushed it up his hole. Her eyes were riveted in fascination as the phallus almost fully penetrated the sphincter. A lustful thought occurred to her. How would it be to have Duke's cock up her ass like that?
"Well?" he asked in impatient anticipation.
"Well, what?" she answered.
"When you are going to turn that damn thing on and finish getting your kicks?" he said.
"Just for that, I'm not going to do it!" she answered in mock petulance. "I think I'll go for a walk and leave you on the bed like that. Or maybe I'll invite a few of your jock friends over."
His body rocked on the bed as he tried to tear his bonds loose from the bed. "If I get loose, watch out!" he warned her.
Sharon was enjoying this pleasant banter. She turned on the vibrator. The room filled with the noisy hum of the fake cock. Her hand held it as the vibrations tingled her fingers.
"Okay, okay! I can take a hint! Shut it off!" he urged her. "No more games like this."
"I'll shut it off under one condition," she propositioned him. "And that condtion is we don't horse around anymore with this junk. We have better equipment we can use."
"Agreed!" he answered. She shut off the vibrator and withdrew it from his hole.
She unfastened his shackles. The phone rang as his eyes grew accustomed to the light. He answered the phone.
"Hi!" he greeted his caller cordially. "Gee, Hank, I'd love to join you and the fellers."
Duke looked towards Sharon. She was pouting. He shrugged his shoulders in a helpless gesture. He watched her as her hands drifted towards her bare snatch. Her fingers parted the heavy lips. She stuck her tongue out and lasciviously rolled it around her mouth. He grinned, shaking his head.
"Like I said, I'd love to join you, Hank. But this problem came up. No, that's all right!" he said. "It's nothing I can't lick! Yah! I'll take a rain-check. See you tomorrow!"
Duke cradled the phone. He jumped towards her and she squealed in pretended fright. His body was already positioned with his head facing her cunt.
"Now about that problem I intend to lick...." he started to say. He never finished. His mouth lit up the incandescent glow in her cunt.
As she took his cock in her mouth, Sharon sighed contentedly.