6. Gulfstream
(part 2)
NOTE: Includes a brief discussion of the nature of consensuality.
"Roll over," Mari commanded, and I did, whimpering despite myself, for more than one reason. She knelt beside me and I felt a fingertip trace its way slowly between my cheeks, circle my opening, gently caressing, more fingertips resting nearby, no claws. It went on for a minute or two, soothed me at a time I had a pretty good idea what would come next, and dreaded it.
"Feel the pleasure from my touch flowing up and down your body," Mari whispered, her voice soft, low, reverberant. "Feel your conditioned mind dim as that pleasure flows. Feel your thoughts slow, recede, feel your mind becoming blank. Feel that wave of pleasure rise as I gently explore this new part of you, let that pleasure lead to orgasms without ejaculation even if I don't snap my fingers. Each time that happens, the deeper you go into my power, into My control, loving every moment, willing and eager for more."
Another minute or two of steadily heightening bliss, steadily decreasing awareness of anything beyond what she was making me feel, then her fingers lightly traced their way away, and their loss was an unfilled hole in me. But it wasn't long before they returned, oily this time. One slowly, teasingly hesitated at my entrance, then a worming, spiraling sensation as it made its way gently inside, trailing goo.
[SNAP]
I came, a different feeling than any I'd had before, my hard cock humping itself into the mattress, hips bucking, entrance clenching around that finger, one knuckle deep.
[SNAP] Gasps, guttural groans. Finger continuing its slow sensuous premiere on my interior stage.
[SNAP] Two knuckles deep, creeping inside so slowly, my kegel-strengthened passage spasming, awareness receding.
She nipped my earlobe and I came again, all without ejaculating.
Then another finger. Motionless, sensation saturating. And then three.
"Goooood boy," Mari crooned, her lips brushing my ear, so close it was like her voice was inside me, and I was right back at the edge.
It felt like ... shit, like I needed to shit. But I was already so aroused, it felt like a whole new universe of shit, kinda queasy slippery and so much better than I could've imagined. My hips pressed down hard into the mattress, my cock pressed harder. I should've been too nervous to relax even with so many shattering pseudo-climaxes and near-continuous edging, but I was so close that my body's newly learned response to relax when I got close was taking over, deeper into Her control, deeper into Her power. Which only increased the pleasure.
Just one of Mari's long fingers now, she found a spot several inches inside me, began stroking, slowly, gently. Finger circling, caressing, so gentle. Sensuous lips to my ear, my shoulder between warm expansive breasts.
"That's your prostate, little moth," Mari whispered, so near. "It is so very aroused right now. You're about to learn how I can use it to make you feel sooooo, sooooooo good." She touched the tip of her tongue to my earlobe, finger still gently moving. Her tongue and that one finger, alternating gentle stimulation, directing a wave of intense pleasure that felt like an orgasm had already started but was not developing further, the back of her other hand's claw tips brushing up and down my back, a kind of resonance developing inside me, that wave of incipient overwhelming ecstasy flowing up and down my spine with her hand, rising, reinforcing, divine. It's difficult to imagine how my cock could've been any harder.
"Get ready for your first full-body orgasm," she whispered, savoring each syllable, "get ready to be molded into a person who can experience this much pleasure any ... time ... I ... want. The more pleasure you feel, the more you come on the way, the deeper you sink into My control."
And things began speeding up.
She sat, removed her hand from my ass, moved behind me, her other hand still resting on my lower back, the tips of her claws just touching. I felt something bigger than a finger enter me. Slowly, exceedingly slow, she lowered her soft, warm, enormous breasts to spread across what seemed like almost my entire back.
"Spread your legs, relax and hold still, little moth, this is just the beginning," she whispered into my ear, nibbled my earlobe, breathed hot breath into me. Licked. Moved in and out, so slowly, a tiny bit deeper each time. Shit. It was an almost totally unfamiliar sensation, and strong, like ... well, like nothing I'd ever felt before, sort of draining and maybe a tiny bit like getting kicked in the balls and having that creeping sensation spread through me, something that hadn't happened for decades but the male body has long memories about that singular agony. And this was a long shaft, though thankfully not as thick as mine. Mari reached down for my balls, cupped them, squeezed gently. Slapped my ass with her other hand, hard enough to leave a welt. Again on the other cheek, even harder. And again.
"Ahhhhhhhhh!" I groaned, both from sharp pain and the subsequent rushes of pleasure that stayed and bloomed.
"Toldja you would pay," she said, and I could *
hear
* her wicked grin. Pushed in farther. Farther. Cupping, squeezing, pumping claw tips against my back, not hard enough to break skin but hard enough to ... oh goddess, she was all the way in and I felt completely filled with her, my ass stinging and radiating hot bliss, not that I wanted to make a habit of this when there was so much pleasure to be had in other ...
She pulled back, leaving emptiness behind, then pushed all the way back in, faster this time. Suction inside me, then fullness. I really wasn't ...
And again, faster each time, me more lubricated, my virgin ass more prepared. Shit, I'd never had to use lube for anything before ... every time I'd entered a woman she was already good and wet before I ...
Harder this time, nudging against the end of whatever channel she'd plumbed inside me. She was gasping in pleasure ... this was a double-ended strapon and her end seemed to be doing its own magic. Her arms around my belly, she lay back and rolled me with her so that I was stuck fast onto a silicone cock sticking straight up from her, reached up to place strong hands behind my knees and pull them down. Her arms were stronger than my bicyclist's legs, and it wasn't close. Pleasure crested through me at the realization. She began bouncing me up and down against her hips, me a fucktoy helpless above, almost like sitting on her lap in sort of a reverse cowboy position except with my engorged cock straight up, my hands on the bed to keep us from toppling over even though she could probably keep that from happening herself.
She came, moaning, and I followed without ejaculating, just as she'd directed.
Then she spun me around, a half-turn so I was looking down at her, crossed her booted ankles under my chin and forced me onto my back, still all the way inside me. Lifted my ankles up and over my head using one strong hand to pin them together and began fucking my ass in earnest, her magical swirling eyes on mine, me completely lost in hers. Long slow strokes coming almost all the way out and then all the way back in at first, then shorter and faster. She came again. And again, and I came with her, stronger each time. I was losing focus on my surroundings, retreating to my beautiful Aegean pool.
