In The Dark

"Yesssss YyyyyYYYYAAAAAHhh! HhhaaaAAANHhh! OOOOHHHNN!" Sandra came a second time, crying out incoherently as her inner muscles clutched at the invading tongue and unseen fingers that teased her buttocks and the bud of her asshole. She saw flares of light in the darkness around her and shook with the power of it. The dark shape behind her stayed where it was, tongue quivering in her as she surged and rode it out, only gradually subsiding to pants and gasps with each of his small intimate movements.

She shuddered again as the long tongue finally withdrew from her and the dark stranger rose, his body sliding up against Sandra's upturned, exposed derriere - her skirt probably was hiked up and resting around her waist, and Sandra was grateful for the darkness. Imagining how obscene she would look in the light, she felt a shudder of embarrassment ripple through her.

The phantom hands never left her body, gliding as the presence behind her rose, moving up under her dress, which bunched along her back and sides until both hands circled around the naked flesh of her breasts, held there by the snug elastic fabric of the dress front. Sandra was still bet over the sink, legs and knees still parted from the mind-blowing cunnilingus. She jumped a little as he stood up fully. A hot, hard presence pressed up along her slit.

"Sandra, the taste of you is exquisite - like nectar from a goddess." Even through her unprecedented state of arousal, she felt herself blush and shiver at the words.

"Yes. You should know how truly desirable - and delectable - you are. Does Phillip know? Can he make you feel like that with his mouth? With his words? He doesn't even know you can climax twice, given the proper attention?"

"Noo..."

"You didn't know that either?"

"No...yes. Once when- Oh!" The hands began to knead her breasts, occasionally catching a hard nipple between a pair of fingers and pinching or pulling it, making her gasp.

The one time she'd cum twice had been with Phillip - not really with him, actually. He had brought her off with his mouth and fingers - efficiently, if not enthusiastically, and had then made passionate love to her for longer than usual. Enough to keep her arousal high and rising until he came, at which point, after some sweet but brief kissing and cuddling, he had rolled off to sleep. She had still been inflamed, however, and secretly, quietly, brought herself off an amazing second time, right next to him on their bed. The need to be quiet and still had made it even more arousing at the time.

"How sensitive you are Sandra. You have taught me so much about yourself already in our short time together. How much of this as Phillip learned in all your time together? Tell me Sandra, have you ever climaxed while Phillip - or any other lover - has been inside you?"

Sandra shuddered. "No." It was a long time fantasy of hers to know how that felt. But a penis inside her, while pleasant, was never enough stimulation. At best, Phillip made her cum first. At worst, intercourse only left her aroused and edgy when Phillip was finished - not once had he ever...attended... her after he was done. As for other lovers... well, Phillip had been the first and only. Until now.

"You would like to know how that feels, wouldn't you. To feel your deepest self embrace your lover in the heights of pleasure..." The rod of flesh pressed up against her pussy began dragging back and forth between her soaked lower lips.

"Ooohh.. Nnnnnoooo...nnn" A small part of her mind reprimanded her for not being stronger, for not being able to speak more than vague words of protests or lust-addled nonsense. But this voice was not being listened to, and the rest of her secretly thrilled at the abrogation of control.

"You don't want to feel that? Two words, and I am gone." The penis drew back just a little further with each rock. The head tickled her clit, drawing back toward her vulnerable entrance a little more each time.

"No.. Doonn't.... Please...Sssstop..." Sandra didn't move. Her hands gripped the sink, legs tense, eyes now pinched shut.

"No, Sandra. You want this. You need me." The head slid back almost to her open, ready labia. Her mind screamed Go Away! Go Away! GO AWAY! but her mouth refused to say it.

"Goohhh...Nooo. NNOOhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhuuuUUUhhh!!" In one fluid motion, the cockhead divided her inner lips and slid slowly in. Her cry of protest turned into a hard exhalation of breath as the full length slid into her. The stranger's cock was different than Phillip's. Phillip's had a bulging head that seemed to pop almost audibly into her whenever he first penetrated. This one had a smaller tapered head, almost pointed, that slid in easily. The shaft thickened along its length until, at the base it was a bit thicker than Phillip's was. She could tell so by the filling, extra-stretched feeling that grew as he sank into her. But the real shock was the length. Phillip was a 'respectable 7 inches' long - in his own words. This one was something more. Where she would normally feel Phillip's stomach press against her ass, this cock kept coming. Sliding in further and further until she was almost out of breath. The twin sensation of her shadow lover's pelvis pressing into her rear and of his cockhead pressing into the very end of her tight tunnel was both frightening and incredibly erotic.

"Oh. God! Phillip!" Sandra cried, then gasped at what she had said.

"No, Sandra, not Phillip. Phillip cannot give you what I can. Let me show you."

"Oh, Please... Nooo. Ohhmygod. hhhhhhhh. Ohnooo... hhhhAYYH!" The long, member slid slowly almost all the way out and all the way back in. Then it withdrew part way, and seemed to wiggle slightly as the shadowy shape adjusted position behind her. The angle of the penis changed, and pressed oddly into her for a moment, dragging back and forth until...something electric shot through her. An intense wave of erotic pleasure surged through her pussy and up her spine, connecting with her breasts and shooting back down.

"YYyyAA! AAH! AH!" She yelped as the cock teased and poked at the spot, and stroked shallowly on and off it.

"That, my dear Sandra, is what has been called the 'G-spot' by the less romantic. Not all women have them in a place as easy to reach as yours. But with you I suspected correctly. Does it feel good, Sandra? Have you felt its like before?"

"Yessss.. AH! No..UH! Ohgod! OHhhh!" The cock quickly dove all the way into her then came back to tease her magic spot again. It was incredible. Sandra was almost overloaded with raw pleasure, and realized with terrible wonder she was rapidly climbing again towards orgasm. The cock continued to tickle her, sometimes sliding all the way in, filling her completely, once, twice, three times, before pulling back and sparking her again. She gasped and groaned, unable to fully catch her breath. Her body was frozen, open and lewdly thrust back, unable or unwilling to move, lest the fantastic connection be broken.

"You feel it coming again, Sandra love. I can see it now. I can feel it rumble deep in your belly. You will cum with your lover deep inside you, filling you completely."

Her eyes snapped open and stared into the mirror. Yes, she could barely make out a face. Strong lines. Handsome? Maybe, she thought. Then lightning struck inside her and she screamed, stiffening her legs and arching her back as her pussy clamped down on the cock pushing one more time all the way in.

"AAAEEEEEIIIIIEEEE! AH! AAA! AAAAHH AAAAEEIIEEE! She couldn't stop. She was so completely full, cumming around the hard cock, buried all the way in her. It was glorious. It was perfect and beautiful. Her pussy fairly flowed with her own cream. Her inner muscles squeezed and milked the pulsing flesh embedded within her. Her nipples throbbed as they were caressed and pinched. Her whole body shook. It lasted almost forever. It almost stole her consciousness and her sanity, but in the end left both barely intact. Her mind and body buzzed in the aftermath, still quaking and spasming erratically every few seconds.

"Oh. My. God." She said, panting "What.. did you do?"

"Released you, in a way, by beauty. Helped you to experience that which you so much desired." He paused, and they breathed for a while together, intimately locked, not moving. He broke the silence with "Now, if I may, I wish to indulge in your wondrous body for myself. Just for a brief moment."

"What do y--oooOOOoooooooo. Ooohh," Sandra cooed again as the dark stranger withdrew and began thrust into her in a more conventional motion. It felt good - very good even, but just enough to keep her sexual glow sustained. Shocks of her after-cum still zapped her every now and then, but he was - fucking - her now for mostly his own pleasure. She felt his heavy testicles swing up and tap on her clit and mound with each thrust. The hands left her breasts and slid down to firmly grasp her waist, pulling her back onto him as he stroked forward.

"My dearest Sandra," he said, voice now slightly strained, more gruff, "Are you on the pill?"

"Nnnoo-WHAT? No! STOP! Get out of me! UH!" The struggled for a moment, and the cock slammed into her hard once, bumping her cervix and knocking her breath out for a second.

"Do not worry, my dear. I needed to ask. I am not wearing a condom." Sandra gasped. He spoke quickly, calmly. "Are you worried I might not be healthy? I can assure you I am as 'clean' as can be. You do not have to believe me, but there it is. Two words and you won't have to worry about it at all. I am the one taking a risk, I have assumed _you_ are healthy." He paused for a few pounding heartbeats. "Are you worried about other things? Pregnancy?" The penis again slowly began to slide out, then back in.

"Yyesss. I don't want to get p...pregnant. Oohh Stoooooop."

"Are you at the right time of the month for that?"

"Yes. Oh, God I think so. Ohh. Don't. Please."

"You know how to get me to stop. Bu then, I have one more idea. It is, in the end a fine way to complete our exploration of your desires and needs. Have you ever taken Phillip in your ass?"

"My a- NO! Oh God no! Not there!" Phillip had tried it a couple times, but she'd usually chickened out. The last time, she had let him begin, but the fat head of his prick hurt as it pressed into her tiny anal opening and she made him stop. He had been angry with her for a few days after that.

"Why not Sandra? It is not so difficult a thing. And I know you are capable of getting pleasure from it - if it is done properly. Everything about you tells me so."

"Please, ooooooh No."

"This is how it will be, Sandra, and there is not that much time left. You feel so heavenly wrapped around me, holding me, squeezing me. Too good for me to last very long. Either I finish deep inside you where I am now, or we try this one last thing. You must decide soon. And no decision keeps me right here." He gave a hard shove for emphasis, and she felt the head of his long cock knock against the entrance to her womb. Sandra shuddered, knowing the time of the month, and cursing for simply having brought her diaphragm along instead of pre-inserting it. She thought for a panicked few seconds as he filled her once, twice, three times, four times. She might already be too late...

"Please don't do this. Ooohh. Please let me goooooooh."

Silence, except for the wet sounds of fucking and the distant booming of music. She felt a flutter deep within her. She felt so vulnerable. She couldn't let him cum in her pussy. She knew with dread certainty what the likely result would be.

But why didn't she send him away? This stranger had truly given her what she sought - and then some. She felt strangely more free and complete as a woman than ever before. She owed this intruder nothing after all - even if she accepted his advances after all - didn't she? Again, her mind cried GO AWAY! Instead she whispered:

"My ass."

His motions paused, "What, my love?"

Louder, "You can...(oh god)... come into.. my ass.'

"Yes, my love. I will." And the long phallus slid slowly from her pussy. It disappeared for a few moments, and she trembled as she felt his right hand release her hip, move between her legs, and start coating its fingers with her own juices, tickling her drooling slit while doing so. The lubricated fingers stole up behind her and into the cleft of her ass, there to spread her honey between her cheeks and on her tight anal ring. Her breath caught as the process was repeated and a finger gently prodded her clenched nether muscle. Then the hand returned to her hip as she felt the tip of the cock nestle into crack of her ass, head pressing slowly into her sphincter. She trembled.

"No... Please don't hurt me. uh! Don't do it."

"Yes I will do it Sandra, Now relax yourself. Let your tension go. Let me in."

"No... No. I- Uh! UH! NUH! NUU!!hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhuhh! Noooohhh" His hand had left her hip again, this time coming around front, under her. A finger flicked her sensitive clit hard - enough to make her jump, but not enough to be painful. With each flick, her muscles spasmed - contracting and relaxing, each for an instant. Each time she relaxed, the tapered cockhead pressed into her dilating anus, pushing further a fraction at a time. Realization of this hit Sandra on the third, and on the fourth little jolt, the head pushed all the way in. And now the tapered shaft was slowly, slowly sliding into her anal passage. The hand left her pussy to reassert itself on her hip and help pull her back onto the rigid pole.

"Yessss Sandra, you're sweet pussy was marvel itself, but your ass is also a wonder. So fine and firm. So tight. I can feel you trying to stop me from entering you, but I cannot stop. Not until I have you - and you have me - completely."

"Ohhhhh Nooo. Stop. It hur- ohh I have to go!"

"No Sandra, that's me inside you. Do not worry, the feeling is perfectly natural. Aaahh....there. I am all the way inside." And he was. She felt his pubic bone press against her ass. He was buried to the root. She felt incredibly full and bloated, like she really did have to go. Her small, ineffectively flexing anal ring muscle was now stretched wide around the intruding cock. She breathed heavily, almost as exhausted from this last impalement as from everything else that had happened so far. Now the phallus withdrew. It felt like she was making the biggest bowel movement of her life, and reflexively bore down to push it out. But then the movement reversed and it came back in, refilling her despite her internal pushing.

"Oooaaahhhhh-Hhhhhhhhhuuuuu!" he did it again. It was the strangest thing she'd ever felt. But it didn't hurt. In fact, it almost felt good.

"Stand up, Sandra," said the stranger, moving his hands to her shoulders and gently pulling back. The penis withdrew almost all the way, then slid fully in again, forcing a low moan from her as she stood straight. Her dress fell almost back into place, except where the cock in her ass prevented it. The voice was back at her ear, hoarse, almost whispering.

"Ahhhh. That feels so good. It does to you too, I can hear. Now my love we can do this one last thing." He took her left hand, now hanging limply at her side, and placed it on her left breast, then covered her right breast with his hand, and started massaging it. He then reached around, withdrawing and burying his cock in her once more, to take her right hand in his left and bring them both under her skirt to her dripping pussy. Here he guided her fingers along her slit and across her clit. He did not touch her directly - but rather guided her in her own touching of her.

"Sandra, you know how to pleasure yourself?" The long cock emptied and then re-filled her rear.

"Yessss..."

"You do it on occasion - even now."

"Nnn...yes..."

"Yes. Because you know things about yourself that neither Phillip nor I know - or possibly can know. Some secrets are yours alone."

"Oohhh.. Yes..."

"Sandra, fulfill yourself while I make love to you. I will hold you. I will love your body. Be free, explore the places within you that only you know." Her rear emptied, then filled oh so slowly.

"Mmmmmmmmm...."

Both hands now released her briefly and moved to her lower waist, holding her there, allowing him to start a slow, building rhythm of thrusting steadily in and out of her anal passage. Sandra registered every strange sensation of her sodomy but was now also becoming lost in her own touch.

"Mmmmnnnnnnn...ssssss"

He was right. Her own hands, once released, instinctively began the intimate self-caress that she had learned over the years would bring her to her own satisfaction. She marveled that this was even possible. She had already cum three - three! times. And she wasn't even sore - well, almost. She was sensitive beyond her normal capacities - every touch shot sexual sparks from her pussy up through her spine.

She marveled at herself, in the dark, in an almost public place, a stranger's penis in her behind, and no need to be quiet as she pleasured herself wantonly. And she was not quiet. She moaned and grunted with her own touch and the increasing pace of fucking behind her. Her fingers danced across her pussy and breasts. Sandra's knees were still open, and now bent a little, her ass jutting and pushing back to meet each thrust from the phallus. Her arched back allowed her to rest her head on the muscular shoulders of her strange lover, and though he had stopped talking she heard his increasingly hard breathing and thrilled to it.

It was his increasing power and pace that controlled things now. Her fingers moved faster to match him, and she felt her own passions rise incredibly again as his movements became fiercer and more erratic. His poise was evaporating, finally carried away by his passion, as he had done so easily with her. He grunted now with his harder thrusts, and she yelped and moaned with the combined onslaught of his cock and her own fingers.

"S.. Sandra... Unh..I- I am going to cum very soon now. Ern! Uf.."

"Yesssssmmmmmm..." Butterflies fluttered in her stomach. Until now, no one but Phillip had ever been inside her at all, much less cum in her. This intimacy had even been denied Phillip until she was sure they were falling in love...the bastard. Now she was letting someone else in - in ways Phillip would be allowed or even know. No, maybe he would know. Maybe she would tell him.

"You're going to cum in... my... asssss..."

"Yes, my love, very - uh-soon. You are so hot. So passionate. You are close again - ah!- yourself. I can hear it in your voice..."

"Yes....loverr... Oh yesss!"

"Ohh, Ssssandra I am boiling.. Rh.. rrrrrrRRRRRRaaaaaAAAGGHHHHHH!" His head buried in the hair falling around her shoulders as he let out a deep animal growl and slammed into her one last time. Sandra's eyes flew wide as she felt her anal opening stretched yet further as the planted cock swelled and pulsed. Her own fingers never stopped and she was on the edge her self. A deep throb in her guts was accompanied by an upward surge of the stranger's hips, as if he could shove himself still further into her. She felt, she thought, deep within her a gooey warmth begin to spread. He was cumming into her.

Her own hands reacted immediately, her fingers grasped a nipple and her clit, pinched and pulled the way she had taught herself. The sensation was sharp, charged, just this side of too much. But it was guaranteed to send her exactly where she wanted - needed to go. Now her dark lover's hips thrust up again, his cock injecting her with another surge of semen. The feeling spread through her, passing between the barrier between her ass and pussy, connecting with her own singing clit, shooting up through her breasts, into her brain.

Sandra came. Her scream drowned out the lower growls of her lover as he filled her with his seed, his own orgasm heightened by Sandra's strong clenching anal muscles. Colors swam in her vision as she spasmed and shook, held standing only by vice-like hands on her waist and the rigid, jetting cock in her ass. Every cell vibrated with ecstasy. She was the embodiment Sex, the incarnation of Pleasure. Tears streaked her face as she shook uncontrollably. It went on and on - the hips grinding into her, the filling of her bowels, the teasing of her most private flesh. The air around her hummed. Perhaps she even blacked out for a second, the head-rush feeling blending seamlessly with her climax. She drew in big heaving breaths, matched by the heavy gasps from her finishing lover.