Caution: This Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, Consensual, Light Bond, Oral Sex, .
Desc: Sex Story: Chapter 1 - Sweet Sarah is taming lothario John. but a harmless teasing game turns into a trip into John's hidden fears. John freaks out and continues freaking out.<br>In later chapters all is going bad and then disaster strikes. John and two women who now hate John survive. Trapped in an island paradise these three oversexed people struggle with their lust and their hate.
As a child I was always afraid of the dark. Unlike most people it never really went away, but it became unimportant and after a while I stopped thinking about it. Waking up in the middle of the night, there was always a cordless phone's charging light or a clock's big LCD numbers to provide just enough light to keep the feelings quiet. But for the first time in years, it was truly dark and the fear came at me full blown.
There was nothing out there that hadn't been there in the light, but I had told myself that too many times to believe it anymore. I thought of it as a nervous response, just a number between one and ten and nothing more. Forget imagination. Imagination made the darkness a mist slipping inside me with each breath, filtering through my lungs and threading my arteries, trailing dark streamers behind each blood cell, spreading from blood to flesh, the filaments threading me and moving through me. I could see it in my mind. I could feel it happening inside me. But that was the past scaring me. That was imagination.
What was happening was a nervous response that was nothing more than a soft seven.
I tried to breathe slowly and go through visualization exercises, but my breath came in quick shallow waves and picturing myself in a sunny mountain meadow was a bunch of crap. I just pictured myself floundering in the dark ocean, struggling in icy water. I could feel the fear as a presence below me before I was flung upward in an massive upswell of thick darker water. My past was resurfacing and that fear was now a hard eight.
But this wasn't the past and the room smelled nothing like a cool moldy cellar. There was no locked door and no creaking stairway and no moldy wooden shelves stacked with rusted cans of paint thinner and broken bicycle chains. This was a feeling that was nothing more than a nine or a nine and a half. But it wasn't the same. I wasn't alone. Even if I couldn't see or hear her, I knew Sarah was out there in the darkness.
This wasn't bondage, it was really just a game. Just kinky not hardcore, because there was nothing real about the restraints. A flimsy blindfold was over my eyes. My mouth was covered by nothing more than a strip of strapping tape and two pieces of string kept my hands tied to the bed frame.
This was a game Sarah arranged, a long slow tease where she got me hot and left me waiting. It had been working because after 24 conscious hours of forced celibacy, I was ready to burst. Now all it took was Sarah's quiet breathing to keep me hard for minutes. When my erection went soft, Sarah's robe swished and the bed shifted. My body tensed even before her warm breath tickled my foot. Just the thought of what she was going to do was making me hard. It was amazing. Having felt nothing in so long, my nerves were on a hair trigger. Her tongue licked my ankle, swirling around it like a lollipop. I felt her amusement in the playfulness of the kisses she trailed down toward my toes. God, I was ready to go off now. My foot had become my body's pleasure center and that was before Sarah's mouth surrounded my big toe.
Her tongue tickled against the cuticle and then polished the head as if seeking precum. I never thought feet were sexy, but picturing my little toes curling against Sarah's cheek was getting me even more excited. My cock pulsed and strained upward. Just as it felt like my foot would burst, the suction disappeared and the bed shifted. Now it was just anticipation with Sarah's breathing and her cooling tickle of her saliva enough to keep me hard for another five minutes.
When this game of stop and go began, the pauses had lasted a minute or less. Sarah started off licking against my neck, silly sloppy licks, changing to shorter ones, moving slower and stopping, coming back and settling into a magic spot just below my ears. She kissed it and sucked hard, marking me, her tongue tracing aching swirls around the spot until she kissed hard against the bulls eye she created. It was death by pleasure to be so excited and unable to do anything about it. Even if I couldn't see her face, I sensed the satisfied smirk that said she had taken possession of my body. I felt her pleasure as she nuzzled against my neck and pressed her lips to it, letting her tongue play and then leaving a trail of soft mincing kisses up the right side of my neck.
I almost flinched as her chin brushed my cheek and she huffed warmly into my ear. God, Sarah was driving me crazy. Her tongue touched my ear tip curled into a U-shape that she licked around the edge with the delicacy like that of sucking cream from a pastry. Her tongue toyed with my earlobe for a moment. After one last lick, Sarah skipped phantom kisses across my cheek.
Silkiness rubbed against my knee and pulled back. Something soft brushed my nipples. Then I only felt that phantom touch, a prickle of skin touching the hair on my leg. A couple seconds passed and her cheek brushed my thigh. Her lips snuggled up to my erection. I groaned and she pulled away. Sixty seconds later, Sarah began again. This time I was silent and motionless except for a muffled sigh and a slight shudder. Again she ended it.
Finally I realized any reaction would cause her to stop. On her next trip, I was motionless even as her kisses became warmer and her teasing more devious. Her lips trailed wetly down to my cock passing over my balls before she suddenly sucked one into her mouth. When I still hadn't reacted, she pushed her lips against my shaft and whispered, "Good."
Then the real test began. It was the same as before except there was ten minutes of lonely erection time -- kept up by her breathing and the infrequent toejob -- before the drawn out tease began. Maybe the purpose of this was just torture, but Sarah seemed to be trying to get me to hold out a certain length of time. This was a game, wasn't it? But I was not sure there was even a way to win because each tease was weakening my willpower not strengthening it.
Even the smallest movement brought the end to a teasing cycle and when once I tried to complain Sarah stayed silent and left me erect for twenty minutes before putting me to the test again. My frustration built higher and during the still times my back shivered with repressed sensation. Two hours of hovering on the brink of orgasm was making me a nervous wreck. Sarah had to let me off the hook soon. The last two tests I had used every drop of willpower to keep still and then involuntary twitches in my over strained arms had caused her to stop. Each time I'd twitched, the bed shifted and the only thing I had to keep me going was her soft breathing in the darkness.
Except now I heard nothing.
The only sound was my breathing and though I had no absolute sense of time, it had to have been at least forty minutes since I had heard Sarah's breathing, much less felt her tongue. Before this endless pause the sheets hadn't been damp with sweat, my skin hadn't felt clammy, and my penis hadn't been curled up into a wet vee shape.
Without Sarah I was rattled. Each second took me backwards to that time when I had been small and helpless in the dark. I had been scared then, getting freaked out by weird shadows and echoing noises; It was the curse of fear and imagination that made all the terrible things my brother told me come to life. But those were just stories. There was nothing horrible out there. Only Sarah was out there in the darkness.
This was just a new tease. Or maybe Sarah had fallen asleep out there. I tried to believe this, but my mind was running circles. I was so scared I couldn't move or speak and my breath came in short hard puffs.
This feeling was one I thought I had forgotten.
My brother had locked me in the cellar. He put me down in the dark any time he could lay hands on me when my mom and my sister were out. It didn't matter how much I yelled, no-one could hear me. Still each time was never more than a couple hours at most.
The truth was my brother had been getting bored with the game. If I hadn't done anything, he would have probably stopped on his own. But I had been pissing him off by screwing with the game, staying out of the house or making sure that whenever I had to be inside there was always a witness around. So when my Mom told us that she was taking my sister to a cheerleading competition, I knew the weekend was going to be a nightmare. The time alone down there would have been bad enough, but what made it worse was the night before my brother had watched Raiders of The Lost Ark on television.
I was ten and very scared. Quiet and dark, there was nothing to focus on but my breathing and the clanks of rusting water pipes. The more I tried to keep calm the worse it got. The smell was damp earth, mold, and a whiff of sewer gas from a backed up drain in the floor.
My brother dropped an old canvas bag at the foot of the stairs. A second after it hit the ground, the bag moved and hissed. Then my brother pushed me over, went up the stairs and locked the door.
In the past talking to myself had helped, but I didn't want to speak or move now. I pushed myself as far away from the bag as possible. Then it was just me in the darkness trying to not think about the bag. The only sounds were the clanking pipes, but it seemed like there was a whispery noise that was concealed under the clanking. The sound could have been all in my head, but it sounded like rope being pulled, a rough surface slowly moving over a smoother one, a slithering noise. It must have been hours that I sat listening to nothing before I heard a hiss and felt a cool leathery something move against my thigh. After that my memory was blank.
My mom and sister came in late Sunday evening and found my brother drunk and dead to the world on the sofa. My Mom was just pissed off in a general way until she saw the chair wedging the cellar door shut.
I saw the light at the top of the stairs and heard my mother's voice, but I was nearly catatonic. At some point the two cold blooded snakes had moved toward my warm body and that was how my mom found me, sitting on the floor with the snakes curled around my legs.
Since then I had never thought about the cellar, had barely thought of anything that happened before college. Now I was back. I hadn't heard hissing or felt anything move against me, but after a second I heard something moving out against the floor. The bed shifted. My breath came in shallow waves and my body grew rigid.
Something touched my thigh. It was warm and soft and a moment later I felt a hand on my chest.
Another hand pulled the blindfold off, but still the room was dark lit only by a slit of red light coming through the bathroom door. All I could see was a white mask floating above my face. As the mask got closer I saw Sarah's face under a geisha coating of white powder. Seeing her face I picked out the outline of her body around her black hair and the black body suit she wore.
Sarah quickly pulled the tape off my mouth. "I'm so sorry, John. I can't believe that I left you out here for all this time." Sarah pulled at the slipknots on the strings to release my arms. "I'm so, so sorry... John... "
Once I sat up in bed, I hugged her hard, a hug that could have lasted forever as far as I cared.
Sarah shivered and her face scrunched up. "God, you feel like a popsicle. John tell me, you're okay."
I tried to speak, but it came out as a raspy cough. Instead I pulled my head back and nodded. Then I moved back into her arms and was quiet, looking at the red light, and feeling Sarah's body wrapped around mine, hearing her, but not listening as she apologized again and again and said other words to which I payed no attention.
Finally, I pulled pack and looked at her. Her brown eyes looked so concerned, her pupils swelled to the size of dinner platters. "Are you okay?"
"Yaaayyy --" I cleared my throat. "Muhhcch... uhmm... much, much better than I was about five minutes ago," I said, my voice a collection of scraping chalk noises. "Could do with a glass of water, though."
Sarah jumped off me and took off toward the bathroom, stopping only to move the lights switch up to its dimmest setting. I sat up and took a look around the room. The fear was gone, but something lingered in the room.
Sarah rushed back and handed me a glass. All the time I drank, her hands stroked my arm.
"Are you okay?"
"Never better." My smile must have come out odd because Sarah looked less than reassured by it face. "So, what happened to you?"
Sarah shook her head and even under the white powder I could see her flush. "You don't want to know..."
I rubbed her shoulder. "No, I'm pretty sure that I do. Call me curious."
She couldn't meet my eyes. "It's... You'll just get angrier. I can't believe I could be so clumsy. I was so stupid..."
"It's okay..." I kissed her softly.
"You know I would never try to hurt you." She was staring at a point just above my forehead. "My head was one place and my thoughts were another... I was so excited about this. I went to the bathroom and I was in such a rush to get back, I slipped on the tile." She took hold of my hand and moved it to the bump on the back of her head.
"Well that explains that."
Sarah kissed me softly and pulled back. "How long was knocked out?"
"It seemed pretty long. More than long enough for my tastes." I brushed my hand over the bump but stopped when she winced.
"You should have stopped playing the game..." She stopped. "You must have thought I was doing this to you on purpose. You were sitting there in the dark, thinking I was doing this to you, that I..."
"I didn't think anything like that." I hesitated. "And besides it wasn't so bad."
Now I couldn't look in her eyes.
"John, when I came back in your body was a board and you felt so cold and when I took the blindfold off, your eyes were glassy and your face, you looked so scared..."
"You knew I was mad at you before. And you must have thought I was doing this on purpose."
"Maybe part of this was me trying to get back at you. But it wasn't supposed to be like this." Her hands cupped my face, rubbing warmth into my cheeks. "You treated me a little rough but this wasn't supposed to be a payback. Or maybe one smidge of payback with one cup of pleasure. It was stupid, so stupid, God, it was so dumb and I just had to. I should have known or I should have at least asked..."
"Shhh. It's over and I'm okay. It was just a childhood fear and it's gone now. Nothing to worry about..."
"Let's not talk about it now."
We held each other tighter and I soaked in the heat from her body. We stared into each other's face, but after a moment we lay down and she nestled her head against my shoulder.
I rubbed my cheek against her hair. "Maybe we should get the doctor to take a look at that bump?"
"Not yet. It's just a little sore, the thing that's bothering me... how could I be so stupid to trip on the floor? John, I'm so sorry about this. I wanted this to make you hot and instead here you are turned into an icicle."
I kissed the top of her head. "It's fine."
"We should have put a mat in the bathroom..."
"But it would spoil the look of the tile." It felt good to hold her. The fear was still there just behind my thoughts. They were just hiding behind the screen while Sarah was around, but honestly the strongest thing I felt was surprise. After spending the last three years doing my best to experience everything, I had smoked, toked, hit, banged, lubed, and shafted any woman or drug I could get my hands on living a life that was Larry Flint's version of Peter Pan. Sarah had kind of crept up on me. We had been together for three months and in the time I thought I was corrupting her, but now it felt like it had really been her domesticating me.
She kept her head down and spoke into my chest. "You looked so freaked out."
"Sarah, it's... " Her tongue batted at my nipple. "I thought you were trying to apologize."
Her hands stroked my sides softly and I felt her lift up. "That's what I thought I was doing!" Her tongue licked my lips and she kissed me softly.
"You could have a concussion, Sarah."
"Later," she said.
My tongue slipped into her mouth and tasted her. Reluctantly, I pulled back. Before I could say anything, she put a finger over my lips.
"If I have a concussion the doctor's just going to tell me that I should stay awake for the next 24 hours. Does it really look like I'm about to fall asleep?"
Her kiss swallowed my objection. God, feeling her lips was like touching heaven. But I pulled back and grabbed the finger she tried to shush me with.
"This isn't anything to mess around with."
"Aren't you still supposed to be my bound and silent slave right now? John, please just shut-up, eat your woman and take your sex like a man." She giggled and I couldn't help smiling myself.
"I promise you can get the doctor as soon as we finish, okay?" Sarah said.
"See how little it takes to me happy?"
She kissed me passionately and I lost myself for a minute.
"Sarah, I'm really loving this, but I don't want to make any promises I can't keep. The problem... I don't know. It's just the mood's not right anymore."
She reached down and stroked my soft cock. "You're right, we do have a problem here." She tightened her grip and smirked. "But it's not really a big problem is it?"
At my shocked look, she just started laughing.
"You think the way to make me hard is to insult my penis? The smart thing to do now is be quiet, because if you say something about rising to the challenge I swear I'll throw you off the ship without a life preserver."
Even as she was laughing, she continued massaging my cock. As I finished speaking, she kissed me under one ear and then under the other.
"Sarah, did you hear me?"
"There's been enough talking. Now it's time to lay back and let me take care of you."
Her hands continued to work my cock, but still she was getting nowhere. Sarah murmured in frustration and shifted on the bed until her face was over my crotch. Slowly my cock hardened. Still Sarah was not satisfied and her tongue played tag with my scrotum. Air tickled around my cock. It stopped and wetness kissed my left leg. Oh God, Sarah's pussy. My cock was erect, but not stiff and this seemed to spur Sarah's efforts.
As wonderful as her hands and tongue were, it wasn't enough.
Sarah's breaths came faster and the bed shifted again as she lowered herself and twined her body against mine, her arms curling over my hips, her shoulders bonded to my inner thighs, the hair on her head tickling all around my crotch.
"You're all mine..." Sarah whispered, breathing warmly against my balls.
Sarah pushed herself even closer and I felt her hand rubbing my belly. She licked her finger and massaged my scrotum and the spot just under my ball sac as she playfully sucked my bellybutton before letting her tongue go to work on my shaft. When my cock finally reached full erection, Sarah grunted in satisfaction.
"Now that's better." She ran her finger over the head and then sucked in the finger like a naughty child. "Mmmm..."
She smiled and quickly swooped in and tongued the shaft. "Your cock is so delicate. Oh there you go again, that little clench at the base of the shaft, the tenseness of the testicles the calm before your semen will come bursting out."
She wrapped a hand around the shaft and jerked the shaft up and down for five strokes before stopping. "Why don't you give me it?" Her voice whispered directly to my cock.
Sarah looked up and her white powdered face blossomed out of the darkness. She pushed a finger against my mouth shushing me.
"Don't you like my lips?" she asked speaking directly to my cock. She lovingly kissed the balls, shaft, and cockhead.
"So you do want to give it to me?" She asked, her eyes never leaving mine. Her pinky softly circled the top of my shaft. "But I've been trying so hard." Her pinky moved just under the crown and stroked softly up and down. "I've been doing everything I can, but you won't give it to me."
She took off the silky black gloves and dropped them beside the bed. Her hands dipped behind her and it seemed like she was searching for something under the bed. As she straightened up again, I saw something small in her hand.
"What's that?" I asked.
"Shh... I have better uses for your tongue than just blowing air around."
There was a gushing and then she rubbed her hands together.
"Maybe I just don't turn you on, John?" Now I felt her hand moving against my cock, but they were cool and wet covered with a lotion she slowly rubbed over my dick. As she rubbed harder the cream warmed.
I groaned and a drop of precum began beading at my pisshole.
"Oh... that was a little disappointing. After all my hard work that's all the cum you can give me? That wasn't much of an orgasm."
The lotion was heating up. She kept jacking me with one hand as her other dipped under the bed again. She kept jacking me one handed and then leaned down to take just the head of my cock in her mouth. Just as her lips settled in just under the glans, I felt something very cold and hard around the puckered ring of my asshole. "Pleassssssse?"
She pulled off with a wet pop. "Poor baby, if I only knew what you wanted." Immediately she dove back down on my shaft and began jacking my cock harder as she let what had to be an ice cube just lay against my asshole.
"Oh God." All that time Sarah had left me poised at the point of climax and my need was shooting through me. Sweat was running down my face and the stimulation had gotten so bad that it was pain.
She popped her mouth off my cock. "Maybe if I get closer to you, I can understand what you're saying." She tossed the ice cube away and nestled her head close to my cock. Now the only stimulation was the warming cream and the cool touch of her hair against my cockhead.
"I guess it's hopeless..." she said looking up at me, smiling devilishly.
As I was screaming out, her mouth dove over my cockhead. She plunged down and was just coming back up when my cum exploded. I could feel each stream, each pulse starting as a sensation of pain in my forehead and a ribbon of cum that I felt connecting my cock to the back of her mouth in an electric circuit.
Even after shooting six strong streams of cum, the orgasm seemed to continue my body penis twitching two, three, four more times but not producing any more cum.
I tried to catch my breath. Sarah nestled her body into my side and I felt her hand stroking softly, kindly against the side of my face.
She kissed me just under my ear and rubbed her hand soothingly over my stomach.
"John, maybe you should check if I'm still conscious."
"Oh, just shut up and let me lick your pussy." Sarah clambered up my body and settled in comfortably, her knees resting on my pillow and her hands balanced against the headboard. Looking up into the beauty of her sparse tiny pussy, there was a moment where I bared my teeth and stared savagely at it, but quickly the moment passed and ran my tongue up the length of her wet lips before settling into a game of hide and seek with her swollen clit.
Having a doctor on call was only one of the perks of yacht board life. If I ever sat down and really looked at how much all this cost me, it would make me nauseous. But one of the advantages of money is ignorance, never having to wonder if you could afford something or where the next rent check or car payment was coming from.
The doctor pronounced Sarah fine, though she did tell her to stay awake for 24 hours. Actually, I was glad for the diagnosis because I didn't feel like laying sleeplessly in the dark. The only problem was Sarah's need to apologize every hour. She had gotten so used to it, she did it without thinking. Though I know her heart was in the right place, it didn't do much for my sexual self-confidence to hear her apologize right after we had sex.
We kept to ourselves and were happy to spend the time together. In 24 hours there wasn't more than a half hour where we weren't in physical contact. We didn't talk about Sarah's game. When we kissed they were silly smooches or quick pecks on the cheeks. Sarah made a game of hugging me every time I said her name. The only time we turned up the heat was in ridiculous situations, playing "I spy" games for places we hadn't had sex in yet. Three times we were interrupted in the middle of things. Our only extended satisfaction came from a fuck in the yacht's walk-in freezer.
For everyone else, I'm sure it was pretty sickening, but it felt right to us. Mara or any of the other pretty girls on the yacht didn't enter my mind for a second. Even when a very cute blonde I had my eye on caught me alone coming back from talking to the captain, I put her off. Finally the 24 hours were up and though we were in bed we were tired enough that we didn't even think about sex.
My eyes had only been closed for ten minutes when the nightmares started. Every time I woke I felt Sarah beside me and saw the alarm clock's big red display. Though it was nice to have the light, having the clock so close made me that more conscious that I was sleeping in half hour shifts. When I woke up sweaty for the fifth time, it was enough and I gently disentangled myself from Sarah's limbs.
The cellar kept creeping up on me. Awake I was fine, but the moment my eyes closed the feeling came back. Falling asleep was like shifting into was like going back there. If this was like what happened the first time, I was going to have a lot more nights like these. That first time the really bad nights ended after about 10 months, but I didn't have a good night's sleep until I was in college. It was the night I lost my virginity that I was able to leave all those memories behind.
Ten months like this? After just one day I was a mess and whether that was from just lack of sleep or reliving the moment I didn't know. One thing I did know was that I was dangerously clean and sober. For the last two days, I'd had nothing worse than alcohol and it had been a couple glasses of wine and a Sangria.
Doing whiskey shots alone in the dark is pretty stupid. It really wasn't what I wanted, but at least it took something off the edginess. Unfortunately all my hidey holes in the cabin were coming up empty.
From what the captain had told me we would be coming to anchor in Tahiti just a couple hours from now. I couldn't even handle being with Sarah now. Fuck it, Sarah's game was supposed to be the maiden voyage of responsible John, or as it seemed to me, red wine and occasional pot smoker John. But giving up the craziness was a small price, I was going to become a working writer again.
If it wasn't for the contracts I would tell the Suits to screw themselves. After all I'd told my agent, Lexa, to fuck off a half dozen times now, so why couldn't I do it to the Suits? There was a part of me that wanted Lexa gone; once she left the business was all just meaningless crap. But Lexa was an old friend and because of that I was treating her like shit. It was her bad luck to have her career linked to mine. The harder she pushed me, the better I lied, stringing her along with promises to deliver to her rough pages of the franchise. All I had on the fifth novel was an idea and thirty four drafts of the first paragraph.
Even if it weren't for the cellar flashback, after the fucked up period of moderation, I needed a nice two hour bong hit. My entire body needed to marinate in pot. To prepare for last night Sarah had made me spend 24 conscious hours clean and basically sober. It must have been shock that had kept me clean.
There was a whispery knock on the door. From the sound it had to be Mara and with it my jumpiness calmed. I opened the door staring at the ground and letting my gaze travel up her thin sculpted legs. Her tiny red short shorts framing the size 0 cradle of her hips was worth staring at for hours. Her gauzy white shift was more lingerie than blouse and put her small breasts on wonderful display. Her clean, sloped, perfectly symmetrical face, high cheekbones, and lovely green eyes, just screamed model at you.
She struck a cool pose in the doorway. "Do you need me yet?"
"In so many ways you can't imagine. I want to bend you over the rail right now, but maybe we should start with something to get us in the mood."
"My body's not doing it for you then?" Before I exploded with need, she pulled her hand from behind her back.
I let out a sigh of relief when I saw two baggies of pot and a smaller baggy with rolling papers. I beckoned her in with a finger.
"Not here, I don't want to wake up Sarah."
Mara giggled and followed me through the main room to the bathroom.
I opened the baggy and relaxed breathing in deeply. I quickly rolled a joint and continued rolling them until I had made five thick ones. About half of the first bag was used up,
Mara reached under the sink and came up with a vial of white powder and a small straw.
"Do you really need that?" I asked, wondering how I had missed that hidey hole.
She giggled. "Not really, but it just seems wrong going into a bathroom and not have a little coke."
I shook my head. "I thought you weren't modeling now."
"Not for a couple weeks at least." Mara leaned over and softly kissed me on the lips. "You stupid little man, that's not why I was planning on using it."
It was a measure of my distraction that I didn't freak out at Mara's kiss. For all that we flirted constantly, Mara and I had never slept together. After hearing Mara's come on, most men would already be humping her leg. Certainly, my cock was hardening and ready to buddy up with her pussy, but that was just my body.
Sarah and I were hardly exclusive. Maybe we had gravitated together for the last couple of weeks, but nothing had ever been said about us being exclusive. I got distracted as Mara tapped out the powder onto a hand mirror.
I shook my head. "God, I want to be fucked-up mellow, not fucked-up hyper. Doing pot with coke supercharges the cocaine. If you do that you're going to be bouncing off the walls."
Mara kissed me again. "Maybe I have something in mind that's going to take a lot of energy..." She smiled as she used a razor to form the powder into a line. "It'll just be a baby line." She looked at me questioningly and after a moments hesitation I nodded my head and she poured a second tiny line.
Well, it wasn't like I was in any 12 step program.
I was still sniffling as Mara grabbed by hands and started pulling me out of the bathroom. Sarah had flopped over onto her stomach and was snoring up a storm. Mara took one look at Sarah and started pulling me toward the cabin door. "Occupancy one in here, John."
When I hesitated, she pivoted back to me, her hands slipping to the small of my back. Up close her eyes were clear and white and that perpetual frown wrinkle that had hovered over the bridge of her nose was gone. She smiled enigmatically even as her hands stroked me from spine to shoulder blades.
God at that moment, all I wanted to do was throw her down on her back and make love to her for hours. Mara's still, beautiful face and slim elegant form belonged in museums not fashion rags. I've had the most silly fantasies of dressing her up as the Mona Lisa or as Madame X and then giving her a head start and run her down and when I caught her I would make wonderful artistic love to her.
We had come as close to making love as was humanly possible and always one of us had held back. For me it was that fantasy getting in the way. Having her half drunk, bent over a Jacuzzi rail, or taking her as the two of us surfaced in an orgy, just wasn't it. As long as she just wanted to call it sex, I took a pass. Sadly Mara had passed on me many more times than I had on her. Once in fact when I caught her at a private viewing at the MOMA. The woman in the painting she was looking at was rubenesque while Mara was a toothpick, but still in some way they were the same. Mara chatted with me briefly. She was by herself that night, but made noises about some friend. I still had to try. That night she turned me down just as she always had. Mara gave me a sad, but aloof smile and then steadied my shoulder as she leaned in for a cool kiss on the cheek.
Her smile now was nothing like her usual half mocking one and I just wanted to stare at her forever. Mara was still holding me and I was still bathing in her beauty.
"I'll have to ask you what that smile is about later..."
She gave me an aunt's kiss on the cheek. "The time for talk is over. Now we need to find a mellow spot and get started." She spun out of our hug and began pulling me toward the door. "We'll do it in my cabin. There's lots of room to spread out and make noise in there," she whispered, nodding toward Sarah and pulling on my arm.
"Okay just hold on a second..."
But I hadn't taken a step toward my clothes before Mara pulled me back to face her. "No, this is a clothing optional cabin. Very trendy and popular so if we don't get there soon, we won't get in."
She grabbed my ass with both hands. The kiss was still the same aunty's kiss on the cheek. Except for where her hands were and the double handed goosing she gave me I would have expected Mara to take a tissue from her purse and start rubbing a spot of lipstick off my cheek.
When she pulled on my arm again, I put up no resistance. In the hallway she turned back to me. "Just because I want to play doesn't mean I want to have sex." She ran her hand through my hair. "I am sorry to disappoint you, if I was. Or were you just leading me on again waiting until you got me too excited and then saying no?" She winked at me and started running for her cabin.
I caught up with at her open cabin door. She tossed me the baggies. "While I'm cleaning up, why don't you get started. It looks like you need to calm down."
The first thing I did was open the drapes and look out on the ocean for a second. I didn't worry about what time it was or even look out on the breathtaking blue that was the calm Pacific; all I cared about was that it looked like the sun was going to set. Though it looked like it would be light out for a couple hours yet, I turned on all the lights in the cabin.
Grabbing an ash tray I sat myself back against a wall. Mara was taking forever getting cleaned up, but I was working with a purpose trying to get as much THC into my system as quick as possible. I got the last small puff out of the first joint and then laid back and closed my eyes. There was plenty of light in the room, but even if there hadn't been I was set. You know, if I could figure out how to put this into a portable inhaler, I could have been a coal miner.
"John, time to open your eyes."
My erection came back to life even as I was still trying to figure out what was going on. Yes, Mara was nude and that was good. It was okay that there were paint cans and brushes at her feet. But it was really strange that she had small blotches of red, yellow, blue paint on her abdomen. Also there was an old bench she lying back on and that was strange too because there was a large soft bed in the room. Of course I still felt good, and my erection approved of this no matter what the reason was. It shouldn't be that excited this fast except there was something about the still look of Mara's eyes... shit this was my fantasy.
"Maestro," Mara said, dipping a finger in the red glob of paint of paint, "your canvas is waiting."
I picked up one of the paint cans and started reading the back label.
Mara garumphed. "Do you know how long your canvas has been waiting? John, you're painting a nude not the side of the house." She smiled at the concern on my face. "Don't worry, this stuff is totally non-toxic and washes off with soapy water."
Damn, even when I was concerned I still had been horny. My cock shivered in excitement wanting to get right to work, dunking itself in blue and painting the inside of her pussy. Of course after that the cock was contemplating two or three other works. For that matter my cock didn't care about the paint at all, but this wasn't simple lust; this was artistic kink. "Mara... "
"Yes, okay? Yes, I want to be painted and after that I want to make love and then when we get in the shower to wash this off we can do it again. After that though we'll probably only have time for one last nasty shag."
I picked up two of the pencil like brushes and dipped the courser brush into the blue paint and finer one in the red.
She was surprised when I kissed her, kneading her lower lip in mine and then letting my tongue lick wetly against her top lips before dipping into her mouth and dancing with her warm and lovely tongue. God, I wanted this to go slow and sensual, but my heart was a drum beat and I could hear Mara's beating a frantically as mine. It wasn't enough to just have sex; as charged as we were we were going to pound each other into submission and even as I sucked between her breasts and bit on her nipples her hands had burrowed into my hair and she dugs her nails deep into my scalp. As I bit one nipple, I swirled the course paint brush around her other nipple, teasing it and flicking it around the areola until she gasped.
"Fuck me, John. Just fuck me."
I switched nipples and sucked her very blue nipple into my mouth, biting down hard as the paint's rasberry flavor surprised me.
"Oh God! Fuck. Bite my nipples!"
"Mara I have to fuck you!" I yelled, my mouth spraying a fine blue spray over her stomach as I dove down to her crotch and began slurping away.
"Are you going to lick me or are you going to fuck me John? Are you... Ohhh." She broke off as I plunged my tongue inside her and swirled the fine brush along the side of her clit.
"Oh my God! Oooh, yes, do it harder," she yelled rocking her pussy into my face as I slurped my tongue along her lips and toggled her clit with the brush head.
Her thighs flexed and relaxed, crushing my ears and releasing them, making her screams come in swells of sounds.
"GOOD, yeah, JUST like... -at's r... JUST, yes, yes, FASTER, FASTER, oh..." As she rode her pussy into my face harder and felt her body tense, I switched. The tart taste of her pussy seemed to intensify and I slurped harder at her juices.
"FUCK!" Mara screamed as my mouth sucked in her clit as I plunged the paint brush's rubber stubby deep inside her pussy. I rode out her orgasm, enjoying the cherry taste of the red paint even as her thighs seized up around my head and I battered her clit with my tongue.
As her body stilled I kept up the attack on her clit. I felt her hands seizing my hair and dimly I felt pain, but I was just where I wanted to be. My chin was soaked with her juice and getting wetter. Her thighs clenched down again and her yells were so muted they sounded like whale songs, but I kept up the attack.
Her thighs splayed open and finally I could hear again. She panted softly even as she softly rubbed her hands through my head. I licked down to her slit and spent a couple minutes softly licking her juices up, not trying to stimulate her, but just to enjoy the taste of her.
Mara pulled me up and dragged me over to the deck chairs on the cabins mini terrace.
Looking out the small bubble window at the Pacific while Mara slowly stroked my cock, I felt glassy and eternal. There was no rush about it; in spite of the coke it felt like the world was pressing down on me. There was this crazy freaked out, hyper me that was jumping around inside my head, but now the weight of almost 50 hours had compressed into a high-pitched background noise. Maybe I passed out, because a second before I had been enjoying the slow strokes of Mara's handjob. When I opened my eyes, Mara was sitting down, taking my cock back into her hands after she squirted some lotion on her chest. She smelled of the shower and I realized her areolas were no longer blue.
Time seemed to slow, and there was a silky eternity in the way Mara's hand stroked me. After a couple minutes, Mara's hard brown nipples began to fascinate me. My tongue and jaw felt a little sore, but when it comes to sex there is pain and there are possibilities, and pain had rarely kept me from exploring the possibilities. Mara snickered, she had been rubbing a kiwi body lotion over her nipples and the smell as well as the motion had fascinated me.
Mara was still laughing when I bent down and kissed her neck, her long lovely brown hands twisted in my hair as I licked up to her ear. She shivered as I sucked the delicate shell of her earlobe in my mouth and let out a startled yip as my cold hand palmed her pussy mound.
"God, that's so cold," her hands leaving my hair and wrapping around my back. She shivered until my mouth made a detour and suddenly I was kissing her. What had started as a teasing kiss quickly became oblivion as Mara soft lips captured me, sucked in my lower lip and her tongue dancing against it. Just as quickly, she let go.
"I just love a good kisser..." she gasped my middle finger stroked her inner pussy lips while still warmly rubbing the whole of her mound just as I moved forward and recaptured her earlobe.
My middle finger pushed inside her as my tongue nipped her earlobe. "Yes..."
"And now I'm in the mood for some kiwi..." and broke off as she dipped her head down and I felt the warm soothing tongue polishing my cock lift, there was a moment of emptiness and then a shock as a warm tightness enveloped my cock.
I closed my eyes for a second enjoying the warmth of Mara's mouth. Looking down our eyes met, and Mara winked at me. "God, I've got to feel those nipples... nuhhh!" I yelled as I felt Mara teethed the base of my cock.
Mara slowly waggled her finger in my face. Her eyes sparked maliciously.
"I was just... nuhhh... please..." I began stroking Mara's neck. I was so tired, I wasn't in the mood for pain and pleasure. But then again once I felt Mara go back to the soft sucking motion, I felt myself fading away again. I yelped as Mara's teeth chewed my shaft and released.
The sputtering sounds I head were from Mara trying to laugh with my cock in her mouth.
"Baby, come up here so I can kiss you and return some of the pleasure you've been giving me."
Slowly she pulled off my cock and brought her face up to mine.
"I guess you're the wrong person to tease..."
She smiled and grabbed my cock hard. I could tell by her hard stare that she wanted this sex hard and fast, but as much as I wanted to I knew it wasn't in me. I kissed her and our tongues immediately began to dance. She tried to say something, but I wouldn't break the kiss. She twisted my cock hard and I gasped into her mouth, but continued kissing her. Finally she released my cock and I started pulling her toward the bed.
I almost fell when Mara jumped on my back. "C'mon horsey, giddy-up."
She knocked me to the floor and we wrestled and soon we were in a savage 69 that seemed to go on and on because my erection wouldn't seem to go down. After bringing me to her to third orgasm, Mara pushed me away. We straightened out and lay on the floor side by side. After fifteen minutes Mara said something about wanting my cock, but her voice seemed so far away. I had just given her nipple a soft kiss when all the hours and the sudden exertion caught up with me and I crashed.
I didn't realize what was going on at first. The sensation was pleasurable and it was enough just to enjoy the wet sensation against my ankles. But when I felt both my big toes sucked in and expertly fellated, I couldn't ignore it anymore. Mara sucked a second toe into her mouth. Sarah ran her tongue up my lower leg, her expert hands kneading my calves and circling my kneecap with soft butterfly kisses.
God, it felt so good, but for all that my skin quivered with excitement, my thoughts kept bouncing along, wondering what had happened when I was asleep in the darkness. It was like my brain was in a jar, sitting there, freaking out, using my eyes to search the dark corners of the room, seeing something out of the corner of my eye.
Sarah smiled, her brown eyes capturing mine and drawing me in. She kneaded my thighs. "You need to relax, John." Now her magic hands began to stroke my shaft. "You are very tight."
I smiled at Sarah and still it was my body going through the motions. God, what was I a total psychotic or something? Shit, I needed to fucking concentrate on my breathing.
It was easier than I thought to tune out Mara's slow rhythmic sucking of my cock. This wasn't exactly fear, well at least nothing more than a six, most of it was jumpiness, every fried and freaked out part of me said to get up, shit the blowjob was like nothing compared to the manic drumming of my pulse, booming through my ears like an oompah band cranked to triple speed.
The more I thought about it the more freaked out I got, until I felt a hard tweak on my nose. "John, if you close your eyes, you're going to miss half the fun."
God, how the hell didn't she see how fucked up I was?
Sarah giggled and stroked her hand over Mara's back until she looked up. "You ready to help me out?"
Mara silkily got to her feet. The hand I had playing with her nipple was shifted over as I felt Mara's lush hair against mine.
I never thought sex could be wonderful and horrible at the same time, but it was happening. The women were kissing me and lick my chest and the base of my neck, the hollow under my shoulder blades, teasing my nipples, chewing on my bellybutton and then letting their lips play tug of war with my dick. The whole time I was panting and saying all the right things; I tweaked their nipples and lovingly sucked their fingers into my mouth, but the whole time I was freaking out, my breath was coming faster and the air around me seemed to feel darker and heavier and finally everything just exploded. Yes, it felt good, amazing even, but it was like having an orgasm with a gun at your head. Even as the explosion came I expected to hear the sound of the gun going off.
Things got weird after that.
My memory moved in bounces like someone was skipping past scenes on a DVD. The sex was even hotter and yet my thoughts became less and less involved in it. I passed out.
My body felt sore and sticky when I faded in. There was all kind of shouting going on. Mara was gone and Sarah and I were dressed in rumpled clothes. The captain was in my cabin and I was telling him to fuck off. When he left Sarah just took my hand in hers. The look on her face made me want to cry. And then I was crying.
Sarah was only 4'11" and weighed less than a hundred pounds and I was 6'1" and weighed 210 pounds and yet I was a child that she drew down to her.
She took me to the bed. She was so certain and so beautiful. I reached for her breasts, but she took my hand and dragged me to the bathroom.