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Atypical Sunday Drive 


Marianne held the funny contraption in front of her. "It's purple," she said. 

Colin laughed. "What color did you want it to be?" 

She shrugged, turning over the item in her hands. It was made from a strange
material that reminded her much of
the plastic jelly shoes that were a fad when she was young. The item was shaped
like a butterfly. It had four wings
and its body had a long, thick tail. Attached to each wing was a pink elastic
strap. 

"You can adjust the straps," he said. "One strap for each leg and one to go
around your waist." 

Marianne nodded, intrigued yet hesitant. She assumed that the batteries had
been put in place long before it
reached her hands. A long cord with a control box stretched from the body of
the toy. 

"I'll help you put it on," he said, taking the butterfly from her hands. "But
first, we need to prepare other parts of
you." Colin gestured at the bed. "Take down your trousers and climb onto the
bed with your ass in the air. Come
now, don't hesitate. You know that you will do as I ask." 

She knew that resistance was futile. Even though the prospect of leaving the
hotel with the butterfly strapped
between her legs was a bit nerve-wracking, she was a little excited. Her heart
pounding, she slid her pants over her
thighs and stepped out of them. She looked up and he instructed her with a nod
of his head to remove her panties
as well. With a heavy sigh she removed the black satin garment and laid it on
the chair next to her trousers. 

"Onto the bed," he urged. Marianne did as he asked, climbing onto the queen
size bed. She knelt in the middle
and grasped a pillow beneath her. She could feel tiny goosebumps arise on her
ass-cheeks. Chill air or
nervousness? She did not know. Her pussy was on fire, of that she was quite
sure. 

Colin sat next to her and ran his hands along her thighs and buttocks. He
petted her for a long while, letting his
fingers brush up very close to her very sensitive cunt. He was careful only to
tease, not to reward. Marianne had a
feeling she was in for one hell of a tease this morning. 

"I love to hear you purr," he told her. Marianne realized that she had been
making soft noises of contentment,
little moans that he liked to refer to as purring. "You are so precious."
Marianne smiled. She loved to hear him
praise her, to be petted, to know that she was pleasing to him. 

"Time to fill you, my pet." Marianne stopped purring. She knew what was next.
She felt his fingers separating the
cleft of her buttocks and heard the snap of the tube that she knew must be in
his other hand. 

She let out a gasp as the cold jelly on his fingertip connected with the
puckered skin of her ass hole. He inserted
his finger in one smooth movement, massaging the tiny passage in order to coat
the area with the lubricant. Colin
leaned forward and trailed a long string of large anal beads along her cheek.
Marianne closed her eyes at the
thought of each one of those beads entering into her. 

"One," he whispered. The first was never much of a problem, Marianne knew. 

"Two." This one was fine as well. Marianne still gasped on entry. 

"Three." Mmm...getting a little more difficult. 

"Four." Now things were changing. Marianne moaned aloud at the sensation. She
could never figure out if she
liked or hated the feeling. 

"Five." She cried out now, sure that she could not take another bead into her
ass. 

"Six," he said. "Only one more." 

Marianne shoved her face into the pillow as she yelled aloud when the seventh
bead violated her anal canal. Never
had she felt so full. Colin rolled her over and pulled her up from the bed. He
held her as she struggled to regain her
composure. 

Colin stroked her face and kissed her softly. "Are you all right?" he asked.
She nodded. 

"Good," he said. "Now stand up, we have a butterfly to apply." 

Marianne groaned as she stood up. Part of her told her that she didn't want
this; this uncomfortability, this filling,
this stimulation. She was scared that it would push her over the edge. What
edge she had not yet explored but she
knew that was exactly what Colin was aiming for. 

She stood up and let him attach the first string of the butterfly around her
waist. He cinched it tight, clasping it
right above the soft triangle of hair between her legs. Slowly he parted her
pussy lips and slid the butterfly so that
the head rested against her clitoris, the body lay against her labia and in a
way that the stubby tail could probe her
moist opening. Marianne felt weak. Colin never hesitated. He fastened the leg
straps so that the butterfly lay very
tight against her wet pussy. 

"There," he said, standing back to admire his handiwork. "Now pull up your
trousers, my pet." She did and he
arranged the cord so that when they were in public that the cord would rest
inside the pocket of her pants. When all
was in place, he leaned forward and kissed her softly. His hand was on the
control box and as Marianne began to
lose herself in the kiss, he moved the switch. 

"OH!" she cried. The stimulation was incredible. Her highest setting on her
favorite vibrator didn't even compare
to this! She clutched Colin's shoulders as her cunt exploded, radiating waves
of pleasure from her clitoris to her
belly and upward until she realized that she was shaking. 

Colin switched the toy off and held her until her breathing slowed and her
shaking subsided. "Marianne," he
whispered. "What are you going to do with the knowledge that what you felt was
the lowest setting of your
butterfly?" Marianne closed her eyes and took a deep breath in response. He
replaced the control box in the
pocket of her trousers. 

Together they repacked their clothes, finished up the breakfast that room
service had provided and then went
down to check out. 

Marianne was glad that the butterfly was not too awkward as she walked. The
beads filled her completely but they
were also not uncomfortable. She dreaded and yet anticipated the intense
sensation of Colin removing them from
her ass, most surely in the midst of an amazing orgasm. 

In the car, Colin made sure that the control box was not in her pocket and
instead rested next to him on his seat.
As he drove, he could easily flip the switch. Marianne would have no control
over the sensations that her lover was
going to give her. Knowing this excited her in a way that she could not admit. 

"Are you hungry, love?" he asked her. 

Marianne nodded. 

"We'll look for a place to stop, but I'm not sure how far we will have to
drive." He turned to kiss Marianne softly
before he started the car. She loved his kisses, the sweet taste of his tongue,
the gentle pressure of his lips against
hers, the soft probing against the roof of her mouth and her teeth. 

Colin started the car. Marianne was quiet as she looked out over the snowy
landscape. She loved to look at the old
houses, the naked trees and the snowmen that children had carefully created to
adorn their yards. They didn't
need to speak--the connection between them spoke volumes. 

The road was a long four lane highway with few commercial buildings to either
side. Marianne had a feeling that it
would be a long time before she ate. It was busy as well and they were often
slowing down or almost stopping to
accommodate traffic. Marianne, being the voyeur that she was, looked on at
these other cars in great interest.
Watching people was a hobby of hers and she took every opportunity her curious
mind would afford her. 

She was staring at a beautiful woman in a BMW next to them when the first wave
of sensation wracked her cunt.
The Isabella Rossellini look-alike had just turned and met Marianne's gaze. She
gasped in shock and surprise as
her pussy began to vibrate. "Bastard," she hissed at Colin. 

Colin chuckled. "Your friend in that car seems to be quite interested in your
little dilemma," he told her. Marianne
was no longer looking at the woman but was instead leaning back against the
seat with her eyes closed. She knew
her hips were writhing in a slow rhythmic pattern but she didn't care. She
wanted only the pleasure that the little
purple butterfly could give her. She wondered what the woman had thought when
Marianne's face first contorted
with ecstatic torment. 

Damn butterfly, she thought to herself. The first orgasm she had back at the
hotel had desensitized her a little bit
and this orgasm was taking much longer than she wanted. The assault on her
clitoris was steady and Marianne
knew she was moaning uncontrollably. She whimpered at the length of time that
it was taking. 

The car had begun moving again. Marianne felt the soft bouncing of the
car--every jarring movement changing the
position of her buttocks. She ground her ass into the seat to feel the fullness
of the beads filling her, to adjust the
butterfly so it rode her labia closer and so the stubby tail teased her vulva.
She reached down a hand to hold the
contraption tight against her body... 

...and met with Colin's hand delivering a firm slap against her arm. "Stop
that," he instructed. "No hands. If you
can't come you'll just have to writhe there until you do." 

"Nooooo!" Marianne moaned. 

"What's wrong," Colin asked her softly. She didn't have to look at him to know
that there was a mischievous smile
on his face. 

"It's not enough," she murmured, trying to grind herself deeper into the seat,
trying to push the little purple
butterfly closer to her moist pussy. The vibrations were now only a torment. 

"I know," he said. 

"Please turn it up," she asked. 

"No." 

Marianne knew that pushing wouldn't change anything. Besides, she knew that she
would again be reduced to
begging so for now she tried to endure. Her hips writhed in torment with the
buzzing between her legs. Her clitoris
felt on fire. She would do anything to push herself over the edge but she knew
that Colin had thwarted her...for
now. 

They drove like this for several miles, Marianne gyrating her hips in the seat
for all passerby to see. She moaned
continually, trying to imagine herself exploding into a thousand tiny pieces of
light, hoping that the imagery would
send her over the top. It wasn't working. 

"I do so love to see you in such torment, dear," Colin told her. "I love that
look of helplessness that plays upon
your face, the curses ready to burst forth from your lips." 

Marianne did not hesitate to oblige. "Fuck you!" 

"Feeling a little frustrated, love?" he teased. 

She was silent for another mile. Until the torment grew in that she hovered
continuously on the edge...ready to
orgasm yet not ready... 

"Please," she said, ready to beg like she knew he liked. "Please, give me
more." 

"Not yet dear one." 

Marianne whimpered and wiggled in her seat. She hated this torment, hated it
with every bone in her body. Hated
Colin because she knew that he got off on it so much--because he knew that in
the end her orgasm would be
exquisite. Hated him because he knew that she would never push herself thus.
Hated him because she was giving
in to his desires and as well as her own. 

She was beginning to worry that her cunt would grow numb from the constant
vibration. She moved her hips in
silent torment, watching the side of the road as they drove. She wanted to come
but she didn't know if it would
happen any longer. She needed more, she wanted more...but she could only
whimper. 

There was a restaurant up on the left, thank god. Marianne breathed a sigh of
relief and said a silent prayer that
Colin would stop. Indeed, he was slowing down the car. 

Colin pulled the car into a quiet parking spot in a remote corner of the lot.
Marianne thankfully noted the lack of
pedestrian activity in the area. He didn't turn off the butterfly but he helped
her unbuckle the seat belt. 

"Adjust your seat so that it lays down as far as it can," he instructed. "Then
pull down your trousers to the ankles
WITHOUT disturbing your poor buzzing friend between your legs." Colin waited
until Marianne lay facing upward
with the purple butterfly exposed and humming loudly. "Now dear, turn over.
Make yourself comfortable of
course. I just want access to the precious string that is attached to the
treasure buried in your ass." 

Marianne moaned at his words. Damn him for being so eloquent in the midst of
such awkwardness. Her heart
pounded in excitement, arousal and abject fear that the owner of the next car
would walk up and see her lying
there. She rolled over and was immediately grateful. Now she had a bit more
leverage on where the butterfly was
positioned against her. Colin's presence was quickly forgotten as she
concentrated on maneuvering herself into a
state of orgasm. 

Suddenly, she felt Colin's hands on her ass, toying with the string that
attached to the anal beads. He tugged on
them lightly, just enough to make them move. At the same time, he turned up the
power on the control box. 

"Ohhhhhh!" Marianne screamed, not caring who heard. The butterfly vibrated
violently against her, shoving her
deep inside herself and back out again. She felt her body growing hot, her
chest constricting, her breath stopping
and the power--the exquisite power--that radiated in a rush from her cunt and
outward, spreading through each
pore of her body. 

The release was accompanied by Colin pulling out the anal beads in one fluid
movement. Marianne felt her orgasm
begin to roll in waves as each bead collided with her anal opening, exposing
her to one new sensation after another.
Her body began to shudder, her muscles tighten and everything went white for a
few moments...a few moments of
pure... 

Peace. 

Marianne opened her eyes. The butterfly wasn't buzzing and the beads were gone.


"Roll over, my pet," Colin said softly. She did and he helped her undo the
butterfly straps and take the purple jelly
contraption from her now throbbing pussy. Marianne pulled up her trousers with
shaky hands while he put the
beads and butterfly into a brown paper sack in the back seat. 

"Are you hungry now?" Colin gestured toward the restaurant. 

Marianne nodded, looking deep into those gray eyes in silent thankfulness. 

"Good," he chuckled. "You'll need all the strength you have for the ride home."


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