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But Lisa could only grit her teeth against the assault of

sensation she knew was coming.

Jake slowly inserted the feather into her vagina, its spine

thick enough to feel but hardly enough to fill her. Instead, the

little feather extensions brushed against her vaginal walls,

setting off all the tiny nerves embedded there and making the

wet flesh quiver. She knew when he turned the handle at the

end, because the spine started vibrating and the feathering

extensions began their erotic dance. It was like having a

hundred tiny fingers tickling her inner flesh, teasing at it,

sending sensation upon sensation racing through her body.

Almost immediately, she was aware of something that

both conflicted with the effect of the feather and added to it.

She recognised the feel of the cool gel Jake squeezed onto

the flesh surrounding her anus. He massaged it into her skin,

loosening the tight ring of muscle. When he added a little

more and slid one finger inside her rectum, that was all it

took for a mini-climax to race through her.

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The walls of her pussy clamped and pulsed, incited by the

feathery fingers dancing inside her, stimulated by Jake's long

finger sliding in and out of her ass. It went on and on, tiny

spasms that rose and fell, rose and fell, stimulating her more

than satisfying her or giving her release. Then Jake pushed a

second finger inside her ass, and a third, and twisted the

handle on the feather to its highest speed.

Lisa screamed out as her body convulsed, her pussy

spasming over and over, the orgasm pushing her from one

plane to another until she couldn't even catch her breath.

And as suddenly as it began, it stopped. The feather

ceased vibrating, and Jake removed his fingers from her ass.

But her body, far from satisfied, shook with aftershocks that

wouldn't seem to stop.

"Oh, yes," Jake said, a grin in his voice. "I could have kept

this going until you begged for mercy. Isn't that right, sweet

thing?"

But Lisa couldn't find the strength to answer him. All she

could do was nod her head and hope he didn't start up again.

The bed shifted as he climbed off.

"I think you need a little cooling down, don't you? I want

you to enjoy everything we do together. Not peak too soon."

One hand slapped a cheek of her buttocks. "Be right back."

She had no idea what he was doing. She heard him in the

bathroom then moving around her house in the direction of

the kitchen. Then he was back, kneeling between her thighs

again.

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"This ought to help." He leaned down and kissed both

cheeks of her ass then spread the lips of her cunt and

inserted first one, then a second ice cube.

The cold made her shiver, but it was a delicious shiver

brought on by the combination of heat and chill racing

through her. Then she remembered the waiter at
Interlude

who'd knelt under the table and slid ice cubes into her while

Mark had urged him on. What
was
this with the ice cube

fetish? All of this had to be related somehow. It just
had
to

be.

Her thought process fractured as ice cubes slid into the hot

tunnel of her rectum. The dual sensations of hot and cold in

both of her openings made her blood race and all of her

pulses throb in overtime. She felt as if someone had zapped

her with jolt after jolt of lightning, a combination of

pleasure/pain that threatened to throw her into another

orgasm.

While she shivered under the onslaught of feelings gripping

her body, Jake moved again. She heard the familiar rip of foil

and the snap of latex as he sheathed himself. She shook with

a delicious shiver of anticipation. It might not be raining and

this might not be
Interlude
, but she had a feeling that she

didn't need the titillation of exposure to fuel the giant

orgasms she sensed were coming.

But just as she braced herself for the first hint of pressure

against her anus, he shifted again and braced his hands on

her thighs. The wet flame of his tongue lapped at her cunt,

swirling, licking at every inch of her labia. Flutters low in her

tummy were a counterpoint to the quivering of muscles in her

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pussy. She pushed back as much as she could, silently urging

him to thrust his tongue inside her and lick up all of her

juices.

His warm chuckle vibrated through her needy tissues,

sending another fresh flood of cream onto his tongue. When

he moved his head just a little and closed his teeth lightly

over her clit she shouted at the arrow of heat that shot to her

breasts and spread its fire throughout her body.

As she rocked back and forth on her knees, she again felt

the coolness of the gel at her tight little hole, now dripping

from the melting ice. His hands moved up to the cheeks of

her ass, spread them wide, and the thick, flared head of his

cock breached the taut muscle around the opening. Now, Jake

was the one rocking back and forth as he eased himself into

her.

"Deep breaths, sweet thing." His voice was uneven and

gravelly. "Time your breaths with me. You know how to do

it."

Yes. She did. Breathe in as he pulled back, out as he

penetrated more. In. Out. In. Out. In. Out. In increments that

huge, thick cock worked its way into her well-greased rectum,

filled with soothing gel and the last effects of the ice cubes,

her tissues stretching, stretching, stretching to accommodate

him.

Breathe in. Breathe out. In. Out.

This was surely the biggest she had ever taken into
any

orifice of her body. Including Mark's, to which she had

previously given top prize.

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When Jake was fully seated, he reached beside him. In the

next instant, the feather was in her pussy, doing its tortuous

dance, the whole maelstrom of sensations stretching her on

such a rack of pleasure she was sure she would snap.

Jake held her firmly in place with his big hands, pressing

her against the pillows stacked beneath her, his hips now

rocking in a steady motion, harder and faster. The friction

from the tight fit made her crazy, setting off firecrackers

everywhere in her body. And the damn feather. Jesus! She'd

only used it once, alone, and had been driven so nuts by its

teasing that she'd put it away, forgetting it was there in the

drawer. Until Jake had pulled it out to use it to drive her to a

higher plane of pleasure than she'd ever reached before.

The climax began to build inside her, invading every part

of her but still hanging out there beyond her reach. She

yearned for it, strained for it, wanted it with a hunger she'd

never felt before. And still it dangled beyond her, someplace

out in space.

Jake had picked up the tempo of his strokes, and his

fingers dug harder into her buttocks, pressing into the soft

flesh.

"Damn it, Lisa," he groaned. "You're gonna burn me alive.

God, this ass of yours is tighter than a hot fist. Fuck, I don't

know how much longer I can hold off."

"Do it," she cried. "Do it and take me with you."

"Okay, then. Get ready."

He drove into her harder, pushing her body forward with

each powerful thrust. And then... Oh, yes, then. In one

unbelievable burst that hurtled her into a whirlpool of stars

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and meteors, she exploded, Jake right there with her, pulsing

in the tight sheath of her rectum as he screamed her name.

Her pussy clenched over and over and over again. Juice

dripped from her, nipples beaded and hardened with painful

urgency, and her body threatened to shatter with the power

of the spasms. Jake's cocked pulsed again and again inside

her, filling the thin latex reservoir.

At last, she collapsed forward, her skin covered with a fine

sheen of perspiration, breath heaving in uneven gasps, heart

banging like a kettle drum against her ribs. Jake lurched

forward covering her, catching his weight on his forearms so

he wouldn't crush her. She felt his sweat blending with hers,

heard his rasping breath in her ear, felt the beating of his

heart shaking her.

She had no idea how long they lay that way. With a sigh,

Jake pulled himself from her ass, reached between her legs to

retrieve the feather and levered himself off the bed.

"Be right back," he told her in a hoarse voice, heading

towards the bathroom to dispose of the condom and clean

himself up.

Lisa closed her eyes, trying to ease the strain on her arms

and shoulders. Then Jake was back, removing the handcuffs,

straddling her and massaging her arms and shoulders and

back with an incredibly gentle touch. His fingers were feather-

light as they kneaded her flesh, working out the kinks and

easing the stress in her muscles. She had never realised what

erotic places shoulder blades and the bumps of the spinal

column could be. Or elbows. Or wrists, for that matter.

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She found herself relaxing into the gentle, soothing strokes

until she fell into a light doze, but not before one thought

tickled her mind. The sex with Jake had been cataclysmic and

raunchy, hard and demanding, but it was missing the one

thing she'd shared with Mark—the erotic stimulation of

knowing other people watched. Of feeling other people

touched her. What on earth was she turning into?

When she awoke, she was in the tub, filled with sweet-

smelling water—her new bath salts!—lying back against

Jake's broad chest. His cock was seated firmly in her pussy,

his hands pinching and tugging on her nipples. His lips had

found the nape of her neck and were doing wicked things to

the nerves there.

"Mmm..." she hummed, shifting just a little.

"Welcome back, sweet thing," he murmured. He gave her

nipples one last squeeze before letting his hands drift down

over her tummy over her naked mound to her pussy lips. His

fingers were incredibly gentle as they danced over her well-

used flesh, teasing lightly, rasping his thumbs over her clit

with the barest of touches.

Jake's cock flexed inside her, sending tiny arrows of heat

racing through her body, but again, the sensations were less

intense, softer, as if Jake were trying to coax a gentle climax

from her.

"You dozed off, sweet thing," he whispered in her ear. "I

figured I needed to do something to wake you up. Did I guess

right?"

"Mm hmm," she sighed. "Just keep doing what you're

doing. Maybe forever."

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"I'm only disappointed we didn't get to the Ben Wa balls,

but I'll put them at the top of the list for next time."

Next time? Oh, god, I hope so.

She felt surrounded by him. Even the touch of his skin on

hers beneath the surface of the water felt like a velvet wrap,

cocooning her. She closed her eyes and drifted, aware on

some level that he was cleverly manipulating her highly

sensitised clit, rubbing it again and again. His legs bent

between hers keeping her thighs wide apart to give him room

to play.

As if it was happening to someone else, she felt a more

intense flexing of his shaft inside her and the tightening of

muscles in her womb that heralded the beginning of a climax.

She lay there pliant but aroused and waited for the spasms to

take her. When they came, they were as gentle as everything

else in the tub had been. She pulsed against Jake's throbbing

cock, shivering and spasming as he reached his own climax.

When it was over, she once again lay back, letting her

body recover in Jake's arms. They were still physically

connected when she drifted off to sleep again.

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Chapter Three

* * * *

intruding on Lisa's dream. She tried to hold onto her feeling

of pleasure as long as she could, but the damn bell wouldn't

shut up. Swimming up through the fog enveloping her, she

realised it was her phone on the nightstand, bleating into the

air with unpleasant insistence. She fumbled, nearly dropped

it, then mumbled into the receiver, "Who the hell is this?"

"Nice way to talk to your friends," came a cheery voice.

God, how she hated people who were perky in the

morning, and her friend, Glory Tickner, was the president of

the club.

"Glory," she groaned. "What do you want? It's the middle

of the night."

"It is? That's really weird when my watch says nine-thirty.

In the morning!"
She paused. "And you were due in at work