Wedding Crashers Pt. 06

"Are you sure about this? Once I start, I'm not going to stop."

"Yes." I said defiantly as I looked up at her.

XX dropped her bag on the floor. The was the unmistakable sound of metal clinking against metal.

"Are you sure?"

XX followed my eyes as they dipped down to the bag then come back up.

"Yes."

XX smiled squatted down and her hand went into the open bag. When it came out it held two pairs of hand cuffs. I couldn't help wondering why she had bought this stuff if she didn't think something was going to happen.

"Lie down, arms up." She ordered.

Once I had assumed the position XX climbed onto the bed. Leaning over me she attached one cuff to my wrist.

"Last chance to fold."

"I'm all in."

"This train isn't stopping at any other stations."

"All aboard." I replied as l stared at the nipple rings dangling above my face.

XX clambered over me and positioned her bare slit just out of my reach. When I lifted my head up she raised herself higher. She was giggling at my efforts until I swore in frustration. Relenting XX lower herself so I could make a pig of myself in her snatch. This time it was different from our previous encounter. It felt to me like she was holding herself back. Whenever I got a good rhythm going XX would shift her position. Finally she dropped all her weight onto my face and began humping. As she did her hand began stroking my revived cock. I thought I had her really close when XX jumped off him entirely and stood beside the bed.

"Position change." She said as she got the handcuff key from the bedside table. XX released the cuffs attached to the bedhead. "Roll over."

XX reattached my wrists. She got the pillows from the other side of the bed and slid them under my hips. Delving into her bag once more she produced a bottle of scented oil. Flipping the cap off she dribbled oil over my raised arse. Some ran forward down my back while the rest slid down my crack around my balls and dripped off my cock.

"That's cold." I complained.

"Don't worry we will warm it up real quick." XX laughed then slapped my arse hard.

Her hand returned and caressed each cheek in turn before it slipped down. She raked her fingernails over my balls before slapping me again.

"Easy," I cautioned.

"You had your chance to back out Nath. Twice." She slapped him hard again. "You're here for the duration now." XX lent down close to my ear and whispered. "Just relax, go with it. I think you'll like it."

XX climbed back onto the bed behind me and went back to work. She rained ten stinging blows onto my exposed butt. Each one with a flat hand making a sound that reverberated around the room. Then she was rubbing in a gentle soothing way. Her thumbs slipping between my cheeks. A quick grope, a few slow strokes around my balls then her hands rained down on my arse again.

It was something I had never experienced before. The exquisite mix of pleasure and pain. As XX continued the two melded into one. My bum felt as hot as fire. It was soothing when she added more oil. The slapping stopped as XX throughly coated my arse, cock and balls again. Her thumb pressed into my arsehole as she played with my dick. She worked it in and out in time with her strokes. I was on the verge of cumming again when XX stopped and jumped off the bed.

"Position change?" I asked expecting I had to eat some more pussy.

"No," XX replied as she fossicked through her bag again. "Equipment change."

When she stood up the equipment in her hand sent a chill down my spine. I'd seen it before in porn videos. Never in person. It was a jumble of straps that made more sense when XX stepped into them. She pulled it up and tightened it around her waist so a hard triangular piece of plastic with a hole in it was centred over her cunt.

"I'm not sure..."

"No retreat Nathan." XX cut me off as she stooped to get something else. "Just relax. This is only the little one.

When XX was standing again she was holding a pale pink plastic dong. As she attached it I found my voice again.

"This can't happen."

"Don't be silly Nath. It's not much thicker than my thumb." XX climbed onto the bed again. "I won't put it in all the way..."

I tried to move away but she trapped my leg under hers as she shuffled closer.

"Relax," XX put her soothing hands on my arse. "Relax, you're all lubed up, just relax."

I stopped struggling when I felt the tip pushing between my cheeks.

"That's better, just forget your hang ups and let go."

I looked back at XX's face. It was a study of concentration. The tip of her tongue protruded out the side of her mouth. She was looking down and I could feel her manoeuvring the dong to get it in the right spot. There was extra pressure then it slipped inside. Her eyes went wide then she shifted her focus as they locked on mine.

"You like that?" XX asked as she pushed deeper.

I didn't respond, just kept watching her face. It was weird. I could feel it sliding in and out. It didn't hurt, but it wasn't especially arousing either. I felt my own erection subsiding. While I was indifferent XX was definitely getting into it. She got into a rhythm, her hands gripped my hips as she worked the dong back and forth. Colour rose in her cheeks, her lips were parted as breathing got faster.

"I'm fucking your arse Nathan... I own your arse." She said.

I could feel her going deeper as she got faster. When her hips slapped into me I let out a gasp. It was all in. My cock twitched and began to show signs of life.

"Yeah... I knew you'd like it..." XX smiled at me then looked up to ceiling.

It was hard to tell if she was getting aroused physically or just because she was dominating me. I started bumping back. One of her hands drifted north to start playing with her pierced nipples. Her eyes focused back on me and she slowed down.

"Stop looking at me."

"No." I said with a laugh.

"Stop it." XX said more forcefully.

"Why?"

"Because I've got a four inch purple dildo up your arse that's why." She replied trying to stay serious until she got the giggles as well.

She backed off slowly until the tip of her fake cock came free. I felt my puckered hole tighten up. For a few seconds there was a feeling of emptiness that surprisingly made me want her to put it back. XX got off the bed. I expected her to get the key to unlock the cuffs. Instead she went back to her bag. Like a lucky dip she fossicked around inside then came up with something in her hand. Turning towards me she held it up so I could get a good look. It was another dildo. This one was shaped look an actual cock. A big longer and a lot thicker.

"That's a lot fucking bigger than your fucking thumb."

XX winked at me.

"Stop being a sook. I saw the way you tried to backed up when I pulled out." She detached the purple one from the harness and attached the one in her hand.

"Bullshit. Let me go, now."

I pulled on the bedhead but I knew there was no escape. XX moved closer to where my face was. She opened a tube of lubricant and started applying it to the full length of her new cock.

"Why? You're all warmed up now. You see Nathan, an arse is different to a pussy." She shifted further down the bed as she spoke. "There's no clit. The nerves in your arse respond to stretching." XX snickered. "And this little baby is going to stretch you."

I scrambled as far away as the cuffs would allow. In my mind I was conflicted. My upbringing, my latent homophobia told me to fight and kick and scream. My experience just moments before was different. It had felt strange, unpleasant? Maybe, my niggling thought went back to how it felt the moment XX pulled out. Was she right? She must have sensed it.

"Relax Nathan. We'll just try it. Don't freak out."

XX reached out and gently caressed my exposed rear end. She got behind me and played with my cock at first. Then I felt cold lube being squirted in my arse crack. Her fingers followed working it around and in. She shuffled forward and it was the moment of truth.

"Just relax Nath, don't fight it."

The pressure was there again. I felt myself open up like before then wider... and wider still.

"Stop, stop, it's too big." I tried to pull away but she held me tightly and the rubber head popped inside.

"Stay still. Otherwise I will have to push it in again." XX chided me.

She kept up steady pressure and I could feel more of it sliding inside me. Once again after the initial stretch it wasn't painful. More like an dull ache. Once it was almost all in XX lent over my body so she was resting on my back. Her hands went underneath my hips and she started playing with my cock. The fingers were still slippery from when she lubed up.

"Yeah, that's it. Get hard for your mistress."

In short order I was rock hard again. XX kept teasing, not really taking it to the next level. When her fingers circled the shaft it was just natural to start pumping my hips. As my cock slipped back and forth, so did the dildo in my arse. It felt different, it felt good, but still I stopped,

"Keep going, keep going," XX urged.

She squeezed my cock harder to enhance the sensations as I started again.

"Good boy Nath... it feels good doesn't it?"

The only reply I could muster was a groan. It was doing my head in but it actually felt fantastic. As I started moving faster XX began to thrust as well. That only made the whole thing more intense. I could hear her breathing quicken and soft grunts when we meshed into each other. I knew I was going to cum. The intensity of this was something I had never experienced before.

"Ohh shit." I groaned as XX increased her stroking and fucking to another gear.

"Wait for me Nath, I'm almost there." She gasped quickly.

"Tryyyiingg, arrr... sorry can't... fuccckk."

It felt like a torrent of cum was flying out of me. XX continued for a few more strokes until she squeezed me tight. I collapsed flat trapping her arms under me. We lay, still entwined for sometime.

"Hmmm, that's weird" XX said as she eased her arms out from under me.

"What?"

"It's always a thrill taking a guy's cherry, I just don't normally get off."

She pushed her chest off my back then gently eased her fake cock out of my arsehole. I stayed where I was with my face buried in the pillow. At that moment I was very confused. I'd just had one of the most intense sexual experiences of my life. It had come with a woman fucking my butt. I could hear her moving around and I assumed she was taking the harness off. Then her hand touched my wrist. The handcuffs clicked and I was free. Still l didn't move, not until XX nudged me.

"Up you get. We better get the doona cover in the wash." I rolled onto my side away from her. "And the pillowslip too. You made a mess Nath."

Gingerly I swung my legs off the bed. Pushing myself up onto my feet I tentatively took a few steps. XX laughed.

"I took it easy on you Nathan." She said still smiling as she stripped the doona of its cover. "Go and have a shower. I'll come in and help you clean up in a sec."

Half an hour later we were back out on the verandah, sitting in the dark. The line of storms that had been approaching had past although we could still see the occasional flash of lightening in the distance. I"d got us both a beer and some leftover chicken curry from the previous night. We ate in silence. I was still struggling with what had happened earlier. Once I'd finished I stood up and said I was going to bed.

"Okay, see you in the morning." XX didn't say anything just lifted her beer bottle to acknowledge my words.

After brushing my teeth I climbed into the bed. Rain was falling again. No storm just a steady pitter patter on the corrugated iron roof. Normally a soothing sound for sleep. Just not at harvest time. I lay wide awake staring at the ceiling. The door opened and light streamed in from the hallway. XX looked in.

"Would you like some company?"

"Errr, yeah I suppose." I managed.

She turned the hallway light off and used the phone to light the way to the bed. After placing it on the bedside table I could hear her pulling her clothes off. She got under the covers and moved closer to me. After shuffling the pillows around she sighed. Her arm snaked across my chest. I stayed staring at the ceiling with my arms folded behind my head, listening to the rain.

"It doesn't mean your gay or anything." XX soft voice came from the darkness.

"Yeah, yeah."

"I'm serious, it's just sex you know." She added I think in a effort to comfort me.

I moved one of my arms down and placed it over hers across my chest.

"Oh, um, I should warn you. Don't try and touch me tonight. If I ask you to that's okay but if... if I'm not expecting it... it's just not cool okay?"

Eventually I got to sleep. XX steady breathing told me she beat me to it. I woke in the early morning. I looked up out the bathroom window as I emptied my bladder. As usual after the rain had washed the dust away so the sky was a brilliant blue. The grass around the house where we watered was standing up straighter. Puddles of water on the exposed black soil told me to attempt to go out and do stuff would be folly so I went back to bed. XX had rolled over since if left. She was now facing where I lay. She looked so peaceful and much less fearsome. I tried to picture her with longer blonde hair. As I pondered this she opened her eyes and saw me looking.

"Don't..." XX hand came out from beneath the sheet and pushed at my face,

"What?"

"Don't look at me." She rolled away so her back was to me.

I contemplated moving closer and placing my arm around her middle but I was mindful of her words the previous night. In the end she reached back and dragged me closer. She pressed her naked body back against me. My dick began to harden against her bum.

"Can I ask you something?"

"Hmmm," Was her reply which I took as a yes.

"What's your name? I mean I know everyone calls you XX but what's your real name?"

"Nobody knows that. Not even Jim."

"Why is it such a secret?"

"It's not important." XX hand drifted down and took hold of my cock.

"I think I deserve an answer from the girl who I let fuck my arse last night."

"You don't deserve shit."

She pushed me onto my back and climbed on top. Her hand swiped my cock along her pussy lips a few times before she settled down on it. I moved my hands to her hips but she pushed them away, then down so she could trap them against my sides with her knees.

"Don't talk, don't touch, let me do my thing."

XX started to slowly rise and fall. Her face was a picture of concentration. The eyes were shut tight as she bit her bottom lip. Her palms were flat on my chest, the long sinewy arms supporting her as she fucked herself. My natural reaction was to start reciprocating, lifting up to meet her.

"Stop! Just let me..."

The mouth stayed open after she spoke. Her breathing became faster as her actions sped up. As well as going up and down she started twisting and rotating her hips. Despite being a passive recipient it started having more of an effect on me. I couldn't withhold a sigh. Her fingers curled so the nails dig into my chest. I took that as a sign to try harder to stay silent but I was wrong. XX's eyes opened wide as she got more frantic.

"Now, now, fuck me now." She panted.

I grabbed her hips and started slamming upwards. She sat bolt upright and started playing with her breasts.

"I'm close, I won't last much..." I gasped as I felt my cum flowing like hot lava up my shaft.

"Go, go, I'm almost there, goooooo."

XX threw her head back and sat down hard one last time. I thrust up a couple more times as I unloaded inside her. We were both breathing heavily, enjoying the last moments of our release. It was intense but some how isolating. Like we were both wanking rather than making love. As the tension went out of XX's body she slumped forward. Carefully so as not to let me slip out she swung her legs back so she could lay directly on top of me. Pulling one of the pillows closer she let her head rest next to mine.

"Cecilia." She whispered.

"Your name?" I couldn't help but chuckle.

"Yes. And if you ever breath that to another living soul I'll cut your dick off."

It was a moping around kind of Saturday. There was no more sexual contact. In fact much of the day was spent in different rooms. I think we both needed to sort through what had happened in the previous twelve hours. There were no more messages but by four in the afternoon I was getting concerned.

"I was only a one night thing right?" I poked my head out the back door to asked XX as she smoked a cigarette.

"That's what I was told."

"You haven't heard anything?"

"Not from Jim. Tiny sent me a message at lunchtime saying they were going to head off this afternoon."

"Tiny?"

"Big Polynesian bloke. Doing my job this weekend."

"He didn't say anything about..."

"Nah, those sort of messages go to you."

I went back inside. XX came back in sometime later.

"They're on their way. Probably about two hours away. Jim's going to keep riding with the rest of the club to Sydney. Tiny will drop Claire off and pick me up."

I nodded. As XX made her way past me towards the bedroom I stopped her.

"What happened last night," XX raised an eyebrow. "The strap on thing... that stays between us right?"

XX shrugged.

"Yeah, I'm not going to broadcast it." She came back to where I was and sat down. "Besides you know something about me I don't want everyone to know."

We sat in silence, avoiding each other's glances. I started to speak just as XX pushed her chair back to stand up.

"Why are..." I stopped when she moved back.

"What?"

"Nothing, it's not important."

XX hovered with her bum off the seat of the chair then sat back down.

"Out with it."

"No, don't worry about it."

"Fuck Nathan, just ask."

"Okay... you had a go at Claire for not having any self respect, for letting Jim treat her like a... well you know."

"A cock hungry low life slut?"

"Your words, not mine." I scratched my chin. "You act like she's the issue. What about the club and the men in it?"

"If the girls let them treat them like shit they do."

"We weren't allowed to leave that wedding."

"You chose to gatecrash a private party. And your wife chose to communicate with Jim after. No biker stood over her and forced her to send pictures."

"Why do you defend them? You called Jim out for being a dick the other weekend."

XX looked away then back defiantly.

"They are the closest thing to a family I've ever had."

"Pretty fucked up family."

"What the fuck would you know about a fucked up family? Poor little country boy who got given the family farm." XX mocked me.

"I bought this farm, I didn't have anything given to me by my parents." I replied getting my hackles up.

"You had parents, that's a big start. My mum died when I was six with a needle in her arm. I don't think she knew who my father was. Just one of the many 'uncles' that put a roof over her head and lived off the proceeds of her selling herself. After she died one of them took me in. I guess he had the decency to wait until I was nine before he began sexually abusing me."

The words that had gushed out of XX stopped abruptly as she fought to compose herself. I didn't say anything, I sat in stunned silence.

"I started running away just after my tenth birthday and they just kept taking me back to him until one day they actually asked me why I didn't want to go back. I ended up in an emergency shelter then foster care. The family I was placed with were okay except for the other older foster kid they had. He kept walking into the bathroom when I was showering. Then he started jerking off on my pillow and in my underwear drawer."

"Did you run away again?"

"Yeah. I was fourteen, nearly fifteen by then. The cops didn't care after that. I lived on the streets, stealing, begging... one day I stole three bike helmets off motorbikes parked outside a pub. When I went to hock them the pawnbroker he locked me in a storeroom and Jim was the bloke who opened the door. He took pity on me. I went with him to the bike shop the club runs out the front of their clubhouse. I got the key to a little room above it to sleep in and a job cleaning in the shop and clubhouse. I don't know why but they all took a shine to me, Jim wasn't the president back then. The next year I started in the bike shop as an apprentice mechanic."