A Chamber of Delights (30 page)

He revved then flicked the gear change and started off around the yard.

The sensation of bumping over the cobbles was exquisite. Gael gripped the handlebars with such force it made her knuckles white. Her arms were ramrod hard, vibrations from the front forks, shuddering through her shoulders, making her breasts quiver to every little movement. The penis in her anus thrust with every bump – not because he moved it, but with her weight upon its length. The man was a devil. He had devised the finest torture, but it tuned up each nerve cell of her body, forcing wide her anal ring, and making her push down.

He stopped circling the yard and roared towards the lawns. She gripped the handles fiercely. Every undulation in the lawn made her rise and fall.

‘Do you like it?’ he shouted against a rushing breeze.

She couldn’t answer. The motion took her breath away. Each rise and fall made her belly churn. The full lips of her sex were cooled as they sliced the air. And, in the centre of her bottom, his cockshaft worked persistently.

He took his hands off the handlebars and clamped them on her. breasts.

She shrieked as the bike veered. She yanked the steering bars to take control, swerving one way and then the other. All he did was knead her breasts.

‘You bastard,’ she shouted over her shoulder. ‘You lousy bastard.’

He laughed and tugged her nipples. ‘I told you I would fuck you in a way you’ve never been fucked before.’

‘And never again,’ she whispered to herself. My God, it was incredible.

She screamed as the bike sped towards the trees. As
the summer-house then the chapel passed in a blur, she took the path towards the lake, unable to slow her pace.

Leafy branches brushed her skin. They scraped her thighs and grabbed her hair. She squealed at every one, but still he held her breasts.

Gael swerved along the lake shore, water hissing at the heated metal, spraying up her legs and wetting her thighs. She turned the bike back through the woods. They emerged into the moonlight on the lawns but careered towards the summer-house.

He bit her neck and tugged her nipples gently.

She threw her head back and thrust her breasts hard into his palms.

When he let go and took the handlebars, she was almost disappointed. But as he steered in circles, she pressed down with her feet to rise and fall upon his shaft. Now she was lost in a sea of hot sensation. The circling of the bike made her dizzy. She was almost in a trance when he stopped before the summer-house. Coupled to her, he gripped her waist, lifted her and took her in, the atmosphere still warm from the heat of the day. Now he lay her face down on the cushions from the wicker chairs, clearly having arranged them earlier.

As her bottom stuck up in the air, he pressed his hands into the hollow of her back. Using them to hinge on, he took her with great strength, but with a gentleness which made her moan, each knobble of the condom bringing her great pleasure.

The tight ring of her anus contracted on his penis. She tried to push her bottom out against his weight.

His strokes were long and slow now, his testes dragging at her inner thighs, their hairiness tickling at her labia.

‘Yes, oh yes,’ she whispered.

‘Yes what, miss?’

‘Yes, you’re the biggest bastard I’ve ever known.’

‘And yes, I’ve got the biggest, hardest cock you’ve
ever had?’ He pushed in deeply, the hairy root of his penis rasping at her anus, his scrotum brushing her labia as he forced her legs apart. The knobbles on the condom rippled deep inside her, adding to the feelings he created.

‘I’ve had bigger cocks than yours, you brute,’ she wheezed.

‘But not like you’re having it tonight.’ He compressed her with his weight and worked her even slower.

She couldn’t answer back. She didn’t want to. All she wanted was to feel the wonderful sensation the brute was creating in her. She knew that if he didn’t change his stroke, if he didn’t abandon her like he’d done before, she would come soon. She would have the biggest climax of her life.

Despite the cooling night, Gael was boiling hot, her breasts warm against the cushions. She rubbed the nipples, then wriggled her bottom, contracting on the penetrating shaft.

‘Do you admit I’ve won our contest, miss?’ He drove in deeply and held there, making her expel her breath quite violently.

‘I’m hardly in any position to deny it, am I?’

‘Good.’ As he withdrew abruptly from her, she swore. He was going to abandon her again. He was going to keep her strung out just so he could control her and make her plead with him to bring her off.

He rolled her on to her back. He spread her legs apart, kneeling up between them, pushing with his knees till she was stretched. Then he stripped the condom off. He placed his hands upon her ribcage, spreading his fingers widely. As his back bowed, his penis curved downward. He nosed its head against her vulva to let her feel its warmth, then he drove it into her with one expert thrust. It filled her full, pressing against the top of her vagina. It rippled up her sleeve, opening her out, making the mouth of her vulva suck at its root.

She took him in. She wound her legs about his hips. She pulled him as hard as she was able to.

‘Fuck me,’ she whispered. ‘Please. Don’t leave me on the brink again. I just can’t stand it any more.’

With his cockshaft fully in her, he flexed his hips, lowering his mouth to press on hers. He kissed her long and gently, then he said, ‘Admit that I’ve won our contest and I’ll fuck you until you come.’

‘Promise.’

‘I promise. But admit defeat.’

‘All right. You’ve won. I’m beaten.’

‘And admit that you’ve wanted me to fuck you ever since you stood by the chapel that first morning, eyeing up my cock?’

‘All right. I admit it.’

‘And you wanted me to lick you between your legs ever since you saw me licking Sophie by the lake?’

‘All right. I admit it. But there’s no need to rub it in.’

He laughed, transmitting a tremor to his penis. ‘But there is a need to rub this in.’ He worked his penis gently.

‘Ha, ha. Very funny,’ she hissed, quite out of breath. ‘But if you do it as gently as that, I won’t come before the dawn.’

‘So you want a good, hard fucking, do you?’

She nodded.

‘Not good enough, miss,’ he smirked, pushing up to the limit of his length. ‘Tell me in words exactly what you want. Talk dirty to me and perhaps I’ll give you what you’ve wanted for so long.’

She closed her eyes, trying to wriggle to get more sensation from the flesh between her legs. ‘All right. I need to feel your bollocks bouncing on my arse. I need you to rub your hairs against my clit.’

‘And do you want to feel my spunk inside you? Or shall I pump it over your tits or in your mouth?’

She whispered, I want to feel your spunk pumping in my cunt. It makes my muscles tighten, but only after
I’ve come. Don’t you dare shoot before I’ve come, or I’ll never let you do me again, you pig.’ She was aware that her normal inhibitions with words was gone. She didn’t care. She needed to stop this verbal fencing and make him do her hard.

‘OK. I’ll try not to come too soon,’ he said, starting a series of slow strokes.

‘You’d better. You can look for a new job if you come before I do.’

He kissed her lightly again. ‘I’m leaving anyway, miss. I’ve got to finish my thesis. I only took this job to help with expenses. Now I can’t spare the time to come here every day just to play with you.’

Gael’s heart sank. Did that mean that she wouldn’t see him again? Before she could ask, he kissed her tenderly and began to push into her, the root of his shaft pressing wonderfully against her nubbin.

‘Harder,’ she whispered.

Now he took his mouth away. He bowed his back strongly and began to thrust. He flexed his hips, drawing out of her fully before driving in again.

His motion sped up. His tension became greater.

Gael squirmed to wring as much sensation from the act as she could get.

Now he fucked her fast and hard, making the whole of her body jolt.

She tightened her legs around his hips, presenting herself widely to his penis, making it possible for him to drive down into her with force.

She scratched his arms as he sped faster and faster.

He closed his eyes and whispered, ‘You wanton creature. Squeeze your cunt.’

She squeezed, clamping her muscles on him each time he rammed into her, opening herself as he withdrew.

She clawed at his belly.

He pressed her ribcage hard, his thumb and fingers circling her breasts, kneading them.

She made her vulva suck him. The lips were so engorged that she could feel every millimetre of his veiny flesh as it drove in past their fringes.

‘Fuck me harder,’ she rasped, hardly able to catch her breath.

He sank down on her. He slipped his hands under her buttocks and lifted her from the cushions. Now he could bear down on her harder, and thrust into her even deeper. And, as he took her with greater strength, her tension rose.

‘Harder,’ she rasped, heaving her hips up as he drove down. ‘Harder, you animal. Fuck me. Oh God, fuck me. I need to feel your cock. It’s so beautiful.’

‘Then feel it, you horny creature.’ He pounded into her, stretching himself in her. She could imagine how taut the foreskin of his cock was, how swollen the glans as it pushed so urgently inside her, desperate now to spurt.

But would it spurt before she came?

She threw her head from side to side. My God, it was so wonderful to be had so brutally at last.

She shrieked with pleasure as he drove his finger hard into her anus. She racked on the finger and squirmed on his cock.

‘Bastard!’ she cried. ‘Deeper. I want it deeper.’

‘Slut,’ he gasped and twisted her sideways.

On her side, she held her lower leg straight against the cushions. He bent the other up so her knee touched her breasts. His hands curled under her buttock and lifted, opening her up. One middle finger drove deep into her anus. A finger of his other hand worked her nubbin. She could feel his scrotum rasping at her inner thigh as he pushed through her yawning purse. His pubis rammed against his finger, driving it deeper into her anus. She’d never been had sideways before, and it was marvellous. It gave him access to every part of her that she needed to be rubbed or penetrated.

He moved a hand to her breast, the other staying in her anus. He put his head back, bowed his body and closed his eyes as he thrust, again and again.

‘Harder,’ she cried as she put her hand between her legs and began to rub her nubbin. Now she could feel his cockshaft sliding past her frigging finger.

‘My God, I love your cock,’ she groaned.

‘And you’ve got the tightest cunt I’ve had for months,’ he croaked. ‘Squeeze my prick.’

‘I don’t want it to shoot. Fuck me, for God’s sake, I’m coming. I’m coming.’ She wriggled, twisting and turning her hips to get even better contact. ‘Ram me, you horny bastard. I said ram me.’

He rammed her powerfully, making her free breast jolt. The shock of it went right up through her body. Then she came with a gasp as she sucked the night air deep into her lungs. His thighs tightened and he gave one almighty thrust and held at full extension.

He turned her and pressed her to the floor. He pushed her legs back so hard she was stretched as wide as she could be. Then he pushed again.

She felt the heat of his semen, pumping up inside her. She felt him beat.

She came again with a tightening of muscles so hard that she cried out with the pain. Then it turned to heat. The heat rushed up from the parted lips between her crabbing legs. It filled her belly which held the man’s extended cock. It rushed up to her breasts. When it had filled them full of fire, it spread up to her cheeks and rushed out to her ears.

She sobbed as she racked on the pulsing cock. She squirmed for harder, closer contact with his flesh, letting out a cry of anguish, letting go all the accumulated tensions of the past few weeks. Her body arched, her breasts thrusting hard against his chest.

He sank down on her belly, his penis still inside her. She wanted it there. She wanted to keep it and to feel it for as long as she could. His semen was easing warmly
from her sleeve. She could feel that and her own rich nectar warming the hollows of her loins.

She made her vulva suck his cock.

‘Hussy,’ he rasped, still trying to catch his breath. ‘I’ll have to fuck you again if you keep on doing that.’

She smiled demurely as if to say, Yes please.

After some minutes he withdrew from her. He stood over her, his legs astride, his penis jutting strongly still.

She rose and licked him from his testes to his glans.

‘Harlot,’ he grinned.

‘And you’re a randy dog.’

‘But you liked it.’

‘I loved it.’

‘Will you do me like that again?’

‘What – already?’

She knelt and mouthed his cock. Sucking on it hard, delighting in the salty taste of his semen as she milked it. Then he pulled his penis from her mouth and rubbed his balls over her face. He held her by the ears to make her tongue rove over his shaft, between his legs and up under his scrotum.

She took his cock in her fingers and began to masturbate him slowly. He bent his knees and pushed it out at her. Speeding her strokes, she made them shorter, squeezing him harder, pulling his foreskin tight.

He closed his eyes and pushed into her hand.

She felt him tense and plunged her mouth over his cock, gulping on it as he gushed again. He was a stallion in the way he hardened and came so quickly.

She held him in her mouth until he’d stopped beating and began to soften.

They lay for some time in the warmth of the summerhouse and the heat of their orgasms. Listening to the rasping of Flanders’ breath, she gazed up through the glass at a full moon high above her.

Eventually he put his lips to hers, licking his semen from them. ‘Harlot,’ he whispered.

She grinned. ‘So I’m not the goody-goody you thought?’

‘You’re the hottest bit of stuff I’ve had.’

‘Good,’ she giggled and closed her eyes as she fondled and kissed him, sucking on his tongue. She wanted it again already. ‘Take me to bed, Flanders,’ she whispered.