November Rain

Impulse responding to conviction, a shaking hand rummaging impatiently through an overflowing handbag, ignoring the embarrassment of a loose tampon falling to the ground, frustrated curses turning into a jubilant sigh, the key rattling in the door lock with metallic urgency, chemicals charging hormones, optimism fuelling stimulus, pulses throbbing, heart beats racing, a rush of adrenaline flooding vital organs, senses screaming from every nerve in her body for this man to rip her knickers off and fuck her until she begged for mercy.

There would be no time for foreplay. They both knew what they wanted.

No sooner had the front door closed when their passion spontaneously erupted.

Faces collided, lips finding lips, mouths locking together in a crushing kiss, tongues dancing over teeth in a prolonged marathon of oral endurance, twisting and twirling, claiming mouths, exchanging saliva, feasting on the heat of each other's breath.

A turbulence of urgent enquiry, hands sweeping over body parts, searching in the darkness, probing and fondling, a tangle of hands and impatient fingers pulling at each other's clothing, buttons bursting free, blouse, bra and shirt abandoned on the floor, shoes kicked off feet.... his suit jacket carefully hung on a coat rail by the door.

Two sexually charged bodies drowning in a sea of hormonal expectation, both after one thing, both desperate for physical connection, fondling and groping in a mutual engagement of intimacy, her warm tits rising and falling against his chest, pants joining grunts, need responding to impulse, bodies moving to persuasive urges, cupping and squeezing her breasts, feeling their softness and their weight filling his hands, nipping and pulling, rolling her swollen nipples in the palm of his hands, sucking and biting, holding each one in gentle capture between his teeth, a sea of euphoric sensation flooding her body, teasing her senses and hitting every erogenous nerve, subjecting her to the most painful but pleasurable torture she could ever have imagined.

A threatening muscle pressing impatiently against a responsive body, something between her legs demanding attention, the heat of passion building inside her knickers, an aching vulva aroused wet and ready for penetration, the determined voice of a wanting woman resolute and without compromise.

No conditions. No promises. None of those complicated things that get in the way of a fuck.

"Take me upstairs and fuck me."

A photograph of a child in a picture frame on the bedside table interrupted his urgency to remove his pants, but the invitation of two legs spread apart on the bed and the inviting lips of an open vagina peeking through a dark bush of pubic hair brought him back to reality.

Two mouths came together in a smouldering kiss, inquisitive tongues snaking inside each other's mouths, adventurous hands embarking on a journey of sexual discovery, caressing and stroking, fondling and probing, sweeping with lustful intent over heated flesh.

A vulva burning with desire, a clitoris alive, the molten place between her legs flooding her thighs, pulses racing and heart beats gathering speed, uncontrollable urges and a desperate animal desire fuelling the fire of passion, opening her legs and grabbing his hair, pulling his head down between her legs, an impatient voice pleading for his unrefined contact.

"Put your mouth on me. LICK ME...SUCK ME...EAT ME..."

A hasty adjustment on the bed, heads greeting feet in a coalition of north and south, his hairy testicles dangling above her face, his eager fingers probing and searching through the thick forest of black pubic hair, pulling her thighs apart and opening her body, two fingers parting the slippery folds of flesh, a warm mouth and talented tongue embarking on a mission of oral stimulation, a proactive communion of cunnilingus.

A flirtatious interaction of two hungry mouths moving with heightened intensity, sweeping over genitalia in a union of cunnilingus and fellatio, wiggling his tongue over the urethra in an exotic dance, bathing the fleshy lips of her labia in a warm stream of saliva, teasing the clitoris from the sanctuary of its sticky lair, dipping in and dipping out sucking and blowing, peppering soft kisses along her inner thighs, slipping his tongue between the moist flaps and folds, blowing hot air over her burning vulva, smothering his face in the pubic jungle, feeling the silky hairs slipping between his lips, feasting in the swamp of warm secretions between her legs, breathing in the smell of urine and the musky odours of sex, drinking in the pubic feast of raw fluids oozing from her inner heat, a breathless mouth suffocating in her sex.

She cradled his balls in one hand and gripped the swollen shaft with the other, working him hard and working him fast, pulling and tugging, dragging the tight foreskin down the length, pulling back slowly over the bulging helmet, snaking her tongue over the tender membrane, sweeping around the bell-end and dragging her teeth over the responsive glans, a well-practiced mouth gifted in the art of fellatio easing him in and easing him out, sucking and blowing in strenuous breaths, easing him in and easing him out, a consummate expert responding to impulsive need, sweeping her tongue over the smooth head, removing a drop of pre-cum from the eye, feasting on the saltiness of his arousal.

A body giving in to submission, a vulva aching for penetration, a pleading voice overcome with need, whispers turning into begging cries, frustrated curses sweeping away restraint. "Fuck me."

The mattress squeaked under his weight as he rolled off the bed.

Taking her ankles in each hand, raising her legs and resting them on his shoulders at each side of his head, spreading her legs and opening her body, gripping his cock firmly in his hand, shuffling his feet on the floor and moving forward, the bulging head pushing through the pubic jungle, flexing his buttocks and thrusting his hips, nine-and-a-half-inches of swollen flesh sliding deep inside her body.

"Oh fuck," she screamed. "Oh fucking yes," she cursed, growling and grunting through gritted teeth, thrusting her hips and pushing back to meet the force, the fearsome length, the impossible girth impaled deep inside her wet vault, her inner core burning with fire, the searing wetness and exquisite torture stretching and filling her dripping sex.

Two bodies connecting in the heat of passion, pushing together in a seductive movement of coital intimacy, genitalia embracing genitalia in a slow rhythm of give and take, pushing in and pulling out, back and forth, forward and back, sliding in and slipping out, breathless pants chasing choking gasps, irresistible urges and responsive shuffles, wriggling her hips and pushing back in a mutual gesture of persuasion, the pace gathering speed, in and out, back and forth, two people fucking each other with merciless determination, two voices joining in an overture of crude obscenities and a running commentary of pure filth.

"More cock," she screamed. "I want more cock. I want you to fuck me hard. I want you to fucking hurt me," she cursed. "Faster. Harder," she begged. "Fill me with cock," she insisted, shifting her weight on the bed and grabbing her legs with both hands, pulling her knees to her face and opening her body, a voice laden with meaningless words, fading whispers of encouragement demanding more.

A fanfare of squeaking bedsprings, a chorus of hard flesh slapping against soft flesh, animal grunts joining breathless pants, pubic bones colliding in a synchronised motion of perpetual give and take, rivers of sweat running off his brow, down his face and pooling on her tits, flexing his buttocks and thrusting his hips, entering and retreating, in and out, pounding and slamming, fucking at the speed of a hammer drill.

Moans followed groans, breathless gasps following heavy pants, body-to-body, skin-to-skin, flesh-to-flesh, genitalia-to-genitalia, the energy and turbulent friction, the power of hormonal combustion driving them into a wild and reckless frenzy. He fucked her. She fucked him. The force of his brutal battering ram bruising her inner core, bucking and thrusting, grinding and plunging, the bulging veined muscle penetrating deep inside her body, banging hard against the cervix, reaching undiscovered places, two people breathing in short gasps and breathless pants, two people fucking well beyond their stamina, a bruised and tortured body responding to climax.

"I'm coming, for fuck sake....I'm fucking coming," she cursed, wriggling her body and thrashing her head from side to side, shaking and shuddering, gripping the mattress with both hands, every muscle and every nerve in her body tensing, contractions increasing, spasms chasing spasms, orgasmic mutterings and blissful cries guiding the way to climax, a helpless mouth surrendering to muted cries of euphoric fulfilment, sensation mingling with expectation, unable to control the depraved words of perversity gathering at the back of her throat, melodic cries of pleasure growing into a cacophonous chorus of obscenities.

"FUCK ME...HURT ME...USE ME...ABUSE ME!" she pleaded, a conflict of chanting curses of "NO! NO! NO!" quickly turning into begging cries of "YES! YES! YES!"

A well-oiled machine changing through the gears, pressing his foot hard on the accelerator pedal, his tireless stamina and endless libido going at full throttle, pushing hard, pushing fast, breaking the speed limit, the oily piston root deep inside her body, moving back and forth, thrusting and grinding, in and out, banging and pumping, penetrating and stretching, filling her inner core with an unforgiving force.

Strokes long and deep, powerful and urgent, forward and back, hard and fast, deeper and deeper, in and out, an outpouring of viscous fluids spilling from her body, skin smacking against skin, slapping and squelching, the perilous muscle buried deep inside her burning vault, a fast approaching orgasm curdling at the back of her throat.

A wheezing gasp, a violent shudder and a thrashing of limbs, a body responding to climax, moans and groans chasing gasps and pleading cries, grunts and animalistic growls joining curses and screams, orgasmic muttering gathering behind clenched teeth, a blissful release screamed in a chorus of crude obscenities.

"Ah...fuck...Ah...fuck...Ah...fuck. Ahhhhhh....FUCK ME!" she shouted, the onslaught and energy of an earthquake sweeping through her body with an uncompromising force, an indiscriminate outpouring of liquid passion forcing moans and groans, orgasmic grunts and insane screams, tremors of blissful euphoria and spasms of rapture erupting from her feet to her head, exploding in a earth shattering orgasm, the thunderous epicentre of the quake ravaging her bruised and battered body, sucking the last breath of air from her lungs.

A body swimming in perspiration, a heart banging inside her chest, breathless pants chasing deep gasps, sucking in gulps of air, trying to calm her breathing, the brief interlude quickly broken by an urgent grunt and a gesture of movement, a motioning hand gripping her arm and turning her over on the bed.

Kneeling on all fours and gripping the headboard with both hands, blinking stinging sweat from her eyes, her sweaty tits hanging loose, her nipples still burning from the painful assault, her bottom perched submissively in the air, her legs spread apart, a tortured vulva inviting a good hard fucking, exhaustion claiming her body, breathing in short gasps of air through her nose and clenching her teeth, a wordless mouth losing the power of speech, nodding her head once, surrendering her body to the inevitable onslaught.

The pace quickly gathered speed, the mattress squeaking in protest, the headboard rattling against the wall, the gruesome limb penetrating the burning inferno between her legs, pushing in and pulling out, all the way in and all the way out, sliding in and sliding out, thrusting and grinding, banging hard and plunging deep, hard and fast, moving inside her body with primitive and merciless restraint, like a dog fucking a bitch in heat.

A pause and a breathless sigh, letting go of the headboard and pressing her face hard against the mattress, clutching the bed sheets between her fingers, her helpless moans smothered in the fabric, a wheezing gasp and a deep intake of breath, a body responding to impulsive urges, swivelling her hips and pushing back, swaying and wriggling, rocking forward and pushing back, taking every inch inside her body.

A tireless fucking machine grunting out his pleasure with ruthless determination, pushing and pulling, banging and thrusting, penetrating deep, pushing in and pulling out, in and out, back and forth, hard and fast, filling her inner core with hard flesh, asserting his primal need for possession and domination, a masterful and unforgiving assault on her burning orifice, a demonstration of supremacy over submissiveness, a sustained exhibition of carnal lust and unrefined need.

The climax was vocal and powerful, a copious amount of seminal cargo spewing from the open eye, firing in progressive spurts, flooding the inner walls of the vaginal arena, spilling sticky streams of seminal fluids into the neck of the cervix, the final fluids draining from his balls, the bond of passion broken, his softening organ slipping slowly from her body.

In the darkness and the silence of the room they sucked in gasps of air through breathless pants and wordless mouths, trying to come down from the heights of pleasure, rejoicing in the euphoric release, closing their eyes and waiting for calm, two bodies drained of energy, obeying the rules of exhaustion, two lovers giving into sleep.

He wasn't sure whether he heard a noise, a movement or a voice, but something in the darkness of the room broke his sleep.

He blinked his eyes trying to focus in the darkness, a furtive glance around the room reminding him of his sexual exploits a couple of hours earlier. He yawned into his hand and looked at his watch. It told him it was almost six in the morning.

A shuffle of tiny feet and the silhouette of a child peeking through a small gap in the bedroom door caught him by surprise. He looked at the photograph by the bed. He looked at the child who had now appeared inside the room. He woke Kath. It was time to go.

He sniffed, disapprovingly. "I'm sorry Kath, but I have to get back to my hotel and get ready for a meeting with the architect, and then I'm heading back to Newcastle," he lied, gathering his clothes from the floor and heading for the door, cowardly and insincere words hanging on his lips. "I expect I'll see you in The Poco-a-Poco Club."

Slipping into his suit jacket and closing the front door behind him, lighting a cigarette and looking up into the dark sky, a blanket of grey clouds obscuring the possibility of any early morning light, a cold chill in the air and a faint rumble of thunder in the distance reminding him of the damage rain can do to his new mohair suit.

He stood in the recess of the door making a mental note of his options and contemplating his strategy for protecting his suit from the rain.

No point seeking refuge with Kath and her child. No telephone. No taxi. 'An umbrella....' he thought.... No. If she had one she would probably hit him over the head with it, and anyway he was in no mood for parental small talk.

No more options, he sighed, pulling on his cigarette and looking up into the dark sky, muttering under his breath. 'I might just make it to the bus stop.'

Walking quickly down a long narrow street of post-war terraced houses, lit only by a watery orange glow of street lights on both sides, he hadn't got very far when the heavens opened.

Fastening the buttons on his suit jacket, lifting the collar and dropping his wet cigarette into a never ending stream of water, sprinting like an athlete from the storm, his footfalls slapping on the pavement, echoes bouncing off walls in his wake, ignoring the whipping sound of a loose shoelace striking the pavement, cursing at the rain, cursing Kath Evans, cursing himself, wishing he had gone back for the umbrella, his sprint turning into a casual jog as he reached the junction to Stockport Road.

A brief pause at the roadside to catch his breath, sweeping water from his face and brushing his hand through his wet hair, rivers of water spilling over tarmac surfaces, cars and buses speeding by, wheels throwing up water from pools at the side of the road, mindful of his new suit and the loose shoelace, waiting and watching until the flow of traffic began to ease, stepping off the curb and making a careful maneuver between passing cars, crossing the road to the refuge of the bus shelter.

A deep intake of breath and a panting gasp, bending on one knee and fastening his shoe lace, cursing silently at the rain and the inevitable damage to his suit, his thoughts broken by the welcoming sound of a double-decker bus pulling up at the stop.

Ignoring the shameful phallic obscenity defacing the bus shelter wall he followed the queue of shaking umbrellas and stamping feet, squeezing his body between three other people on one of the bench seats at the back of the bus.

A young attractive girl and a middle-aged woman holding a child on her knee sat between two men on the opposite bench seat. The older woman had tired eyes, messy hair and was plainly dressed. The attractive young girl sitting next to her was a firm breasted teenager with honey blonde hair and long legs disappearing beneath a mini-skirt that breached all the rules of decency, but guaranteed to keep his attention during the journey.

The claustrophobic haze of cigarette smoke, the noise of the engine and the unforgiving hour prevented any attempt at conversation, most people deliberately avoiding eye contact, all facial expressions bearing that early morning absent look that sent out a clear warning.

'I'm in no mood for exchanging pleasantries.'

Heads started to turn, eyes stared and bodies shuffled nervously on seats, facial expressions showing a hint of disapproval, curiosity inviting forced smiles and sniggers.

'It must be the new mohair suit, he proudly thought. 'At last someone's taking notice.'

"Fares please," shouted the bus conductor with heavy lidded eyes and an unshaven face, swaying unsteadily with the motion of the bus rocking from side to side and the wheels fighting with pot-holes in the road, pulling a dirty handkerchief from his trouser pocket and emptying his nose into the filthy cloth, staring at the contents, nothing of interest, pushing the dirty rag back into his pocket and smiling at the man in the mohair suit.

"Fares please," he repeated, holding out his hand, his nicotine stained fingers betraying his weakness for cheap unfiltered cigarettes, his jaundice face the colour of a hangover piss, juggling a matchstick in his mouth, making it twist and turn between two huge front teeth sticking out at an angle from his mouth - giving him a clear advantage over others if there was ever a competition for eating an apple through a letter box.

'God was unforgiving when he gave this man a face,' he thought, the outstretched hand waiting impatiently for cash prompting him to reach inside his pocket and grab a handful of coins.

He forced a smile at the dirty man and opened his clenched fist. Silver and copper coins looked back from a hand covered in blood.

He looked at his other hand. It was the same. Both hands and the inside of his finger nails were covered in blood. It looked like he had been cleaning a slaughterhouse floor.

He shuffled uncomfortably on the seat, staring in horror and disbelief at the red stained coins in his blood coated hand, searching for a wound that wasn't there.

Removing the matchstick from his mouth and pushing it behind his ear, leaning forward and casually removing a few coins from his red hand, grinning hideously through badly stained teeth before handing him a ticket and skipping up the aisle, a shameful version of 'Waltzing Matilda,' whistling in his wake.