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Transfiguring Eye (MF, voy, reluc)
by Rivers (r_rivers@cryogen.com)
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Peter gripped the base of his cock firmly, causing the head to swell,
stretching his skin almost painfully. Even in the darkened bedroom he
could see the end of his cock turn a deep wine-dark shade of purple as
the blood rushed in, filling it. He guided himself down between
Stephanie's swollen cunt lips and started to tease them apart, wagging
his cock from side to side. Her wet lips clung heavily together,
parting reluctantly, audibly, making a sound like a mouth full of
sticky peanut butter opening.
Peter and Stephanie were back home in their apartment after a night
out on the town. They were usually asleep or camped out in front of
TV by this time of night, their stressful executive jobs having gotten
the better of them once more, but tonight was a special occasion:
Their one month anniversary living together. They had gone to dinner
and a movie after they had both gotten off work. But, the prospect
that they could simply go 'home' to fuck any time was still an
exciting novelty. With no more hassles deciding which apartment to
go to, packing overnight things, changes of clothes, checking phone
messages, figuring out how to get to work the next day, their sex
lives were undergoing something of a renaissance.
Throughout dinner Stephanie made it obvious that she was horny. Under
the table she had kicked off her shoes and rubbed her feet against
Peter's legs, working her way all the way up to his thighs. Peter was
horny too but tried to be more restrained. He would get what he
wanted, later, he reasoned, and besides, he was the one who was going
to have to stand up and walk out of the restaurant with a bulging
erection. In the movie theater, as soon as the lights went down, she
was all over him again. They were making out like a couple of
teenagers, Peter thought. About half way through the film, Stephanie
freed his cock through his fly and began stroking him, slowly,
inexorably. He stopped her before she made him come though. His
plans for a big night in bed were all mapped out in his mind and he
didn't want to squander his energies too early on.
As he was poised, ready to burrow his cock in her, the phone on the
night stand rang.
"Shit," Peter whispered fiercely.
"Don't get it," Stephanie answered back in a conspiratorial tone, as
if the caller might hear her. "Just let it ring."
Peter nodded, pushing the tip of his cock inside her.
"No!" she cried in a whisper. "Don't! Wait until it stops. Don't
fuck me yet." Panting, her voice sounded like she was close to tears.
"OK baby, I'll wait. It's OK." he said leaning over to kiss her
heaving breasts. He had being licking and sucking her cunt for the
past twenty minutes until it was glistening wet. He was more than
ready to let his cock sink home inside her but he could wait a few
more seconds for the phone to stop ringing, he decided.
The phone rang five times while Peter waited with the tip of his cock
poised outside of Stephanie's waiting cunt. Then five more. "Who the
fuck is it," Peter though, angrily. He looked at the clock on the
night stand: 11:37 PM. Meanwhile the phone rang three more times.
"Shit, Peter. Who can that be?" Stephanie asked, her voice a soft
wail.
"Damn, I don't know," Peter answered, speaking more loudly. He
started counting the rings. "It's rang at least twenty times!" he
finally said with disgust in his voice.
"Answer it! Answer it!" Stephanie implored him. "Just make it stop."
Peter released his cock and leaned over Stephanie to grab the phone.
"Yeah?" he said harshly, not trying to conceal his anger.
After an uncomfortably long silence a thin nasal voice said, "You two
shouldn't be fucking with the curtains open."
Peter felt a rush of panic. "Who the hell are you?" he asked sharply,
twisting his body to look out the window into the darkness.
Stephanie sensed that something was wrong. "What is it!" she hissed.
Peter shushed her as the voice continued. "Really, I can see
everything you two are doing in there."
"Oh, yeah?" Peter said with anger. His panic was receding now and he
was beginning to get the feeling he was the victim of a prank call.
"The lights are out in our apartment. You can't see anything,
asshole."
Stephanie started struggling to raise herself. "Peter! Is someone
complaining..."
Peter held his had up to silence her.
The voice continued. "I've got a night scope trained on you right
now, my friend. If you don't believe me why don't you try holding up a
few fingers. I'll count them for you. Before you do that though, I
should also inform you that my night scope is attached to a rather
nasty high powered rifle with a silencer on it. If you even think of
bolting out of the room I'll have both of you before you make the
door, OK?"
The self confidant sound of the nasal voice irritated Peter. He held
up his middle finger.
"You're hardly in a position to have that sort of attitude, my
friend," the voice said. It sounded like a wizened old man, Peter
thought. Probably just some old pervert. "But," it continued "your
attitude betrays the fact that you still don't believe me. You don't
believe what is happening to you, do you? I'll have to give you some
proof, I guess," it said, sighing wearily.
On of the flower pots on the balcony of the apartment exploded. Peter
and Stephanie both jumped.
"Peter, what was that!" Stephanie cried, sitting upright. "What's
going on?"
"Tell her," the voice said, calmly. "Tell her exactly what's going
on."
"There's some crazy guy on the phone," Peter said. "He says he can
see us. He says he's got a gun. I think he just shot out one of the
flower pots on the balcony."
"Oh, my God!" Stephanie shrieked. "Let's get out of here!"
"No!" Peter interrupted, quickly. "He says he's got a gun trained on
us right now. If we try and get out he'll shoot us!"
"I'm a very good shot too," the voice added.
"What do you want from us?" Peter asked, his guts turning to ice
water. Stephanie had her face buried in her hands.
"Well, for the moment, not much," the voice said in a matter of fact
way. "Just to show you that I'm a compassionate person, I don't want
to keep you from what you were doing before I so rudely interrupted
you. All I ask is that you keep the phone to your ear in case I have
some instructions for you, or maybe a few suggestions."
Peter's heart sank. "What do you mean?" he asked.
"You know very well what I mean. You were just about to fuck your
girlfriend weren't you? You spent twenty minutes sweetening up her
pussy, now its your turn! Go ahead, fuck her!" The voice sounded
joyful.
"You've got to be kidding," Peter exclaimed.
"What does he want?" Stephanie said in a tremulous voice.
"Tell her," the voice commanded, flatly.
"He, he wants us to go on, you know, go ahead and fuck."
"With him watching!" Stephanie wailed. "No, please! We can't!"
"You must!" the voice said with mock severity. "Your choice is
simple: fuck or die. A lot of people should be so lucky, you know."
"We have to do it," Peter said, bleakly. His mind was racing, trying
to think of some way out of this horrible situation.
"OK," the voice added. "Now, I don't want to have to order you every
step of the way. Show a little initiative. Just keep the phone to
your ear, and act naturally."
"That's easy for you to say," Peter managed to respond through
clenched teeth.
His cock was almost completely limp now. His balls ached from having
his orgasm so cruelly delayed. Gripping himself tightly he stroked
his cock and felt it stirring.
"OK, Steph," he said. "Let's get on with it."
She lay back and arranged her legs outside of his thighs.
"No time like the present, lovers," the voice said.
Peter's cock was just hard enough to slide into Stephanie. Her cunt
was still wet but now a little clammy. Even under these circumstances
it felt good to sink into her, Peter thought. He went in all the wall
to his balls, pausing as he felt himself growing harder.
"Oh, Peter!" Stephanie whispered. "I'm so ashamed."
"Do you need me to conduct!" the voice said with irritation. "To me,
fucking always meant in and out. You've done the former, now I'd like
to see the latter, followed again by the former, then the latter
again...get my point?" Peter felt a burning rage. He slowly started
fucking Stephanie, gently, deliberately, just going through the
motions. "That's better," the voice commented.
After several minutes that seemed like hours to Peter, the voice spoke
again. "You're not really trying are you? Double your speed!"
Peter started fucking Stephanie twice as fast as he had been. In
spite of himself he started to feel pleasure. His cock was now fully
hard. Looking at Stephanie lying beneath him, her eyes closed, her
head to one side, he sensed that she was also enjoying it, at least a
little bit.
The voice broke in. "I want you to do something for me, a little
favor if you will. Seeing as you two are having all the fun and I'm
over here all alone it's not much to ask really." Pausing to see if
Peter would respond, the voice went on. "I'd like you to take the
phone and lay it on your girlfriend's belly. I want to hear your cock
going in and out of her. I know she's wet. You licked her pussy for
a long time. She has to be wet, and I know a wet pussy like that will
make the most delicious sounds as a hard cock heaves in and out of it.
You'll have to hold yourself up off her, but I know you're up to the
task, right?"
"Sure," Peter answered bitterly. "Whatever you say."
"Put the mouthpiece right in her pubic hair. I want to be right in
the thick of things, as it were. Keep going until your clock says
midnight, straight up, then pick the phone back up and we'll talk."
The self satisfied tone of the voice was pissing Peter off more and
more. Looking at the clock he realized with dismay that it was only
11:50. He was going to have to keep it up for ten minutes.
"He wants to listen," he whispered to Stephanie as he raised himself
up and nestled the phone in her pubic hair. She simply looked at him
with resignation as he started sliding his cock in and out of her. He
found that if he pulled all the way out and then plunged just tip back
into her he could hear a definite, sticky, wet sound, like a boot
stepping into deep mud and pulling out, sucking air. He was getting
seriously aroused by that sound and he soon lost himself to the
blissful sensations. Stephanie's cunt was sopping wet and warm again.
When he plowed the head of his cock into her he felt her swollen lips
easily give way and spread before him. He repeated his shallow little
thrusts over and over again. The next time he looked at the clock it
was 11:59. At midnight he picked up the receiver with a shaky hand.
He hadn't realized how tired he had gotten from holding himself over
Stephanie's body for ten minutes. She pulled him down to her as he
picked up the phone.
"Here, rest," she said tenderly.
"Good work!" the voice said with a condescending air of approval.
"OK, what do you want now?" Peter asked, wearily. "Have you had
enough? We've given you our little show, now why don't you just let
us go?"
"Oh no," the voice answered. "We're just getting started. May I speak
to the lady of the house?"
Peter handed the phone to Stephanie. He watched her eyebrows raise as
she listened to the voice for the first time. She put one hand over
the mouthpiece.
"He wants me to suck your cock," she said in a frantic whisper.
Peter felt his balls tighten, his cock surge at the thought. This was
actually a secret fantasy of his, to have his cock sucked as another,
jealous man looked on.
"We're just going to have to go along until we can think of
something," he said putting what he hoped was enough resignation into
his voice. He switched places with Stephanie who straddled his
thighs, all the while listening to voice on the phone. As he lay on
his back Peter tried to look out into the night for some sign of their
tormentor. A few of the neighboring buildings had lights on but he
couldn't see anyone standing in front of any of those windows. "He
would be in the dark, of course," Peter realized.
Stephanie broke his train of thoughts as she started gently stroking
his cock. "He wants me to talk dirty to you," she said softly
continuing her fluid up and down strokes. Peter couldn't help but
enjoy himself. His fantasy was coming true, and deep with in him some
long hidden exhibitionist urges were being fulfilled. Besides,
Stephanie was the most gifted woman he'd ever met when it came to hand
jobs, blow jobs, or just getting him off quickly, any way she wanted
to. Her hands felt like they were coated with silk. She had always
been able to coax gobs of cum out of him under her expert
ministrations. She stopped and squeezed him.
"Mmmm, I can feel your cock throbbing in my hand." Her voice was a
little tentative. She listened to the voice on the phone for a
moment. "I'm going to squeeze just the tip of your cock, between my
thumb and forefinger. It's so big and purple. It's burning hot. I
love the sight of your opening. When you get turned on it gets so
big, it opens so wide. It's like the mouth of a fish, out of water,
gasping."
Peter was astonished and excited by the words he was hearing come out
of Stephanie's mouth. She was never so vocal normally, and as she
spoke she was doing just what she was describing. "Oh, look!" she
said. "I can make it wink, like an eye." Peter closed his eyes
tightly. This was almost more than he could stand. She was
delicately squeezing his opening, closing it, then releasing it.
"I'm going to lick your balls now, honey. I want to put them both in
my mouth at the same time but I don't know if I can, they're so big."
Peter felt her tongue darting around, flicking at his balls as she
pulled up on his cock. Raising his balls, she could now get her
mouth around one, and then to Peter's delight, the other as well. He
felt the breath catch in his chest, it was such an incredible feeling
to have them both in Stephanie's mouth. She tugged at them gently and
sucked. As she sucked she let out a long, low "hhhhmmmm!" that
vibrated his balls. Releasing them after some time, she said, "I
want to suck your cock now."
Her hot mouth closed hungrily around Peter's cock, about halfway down,
and she began sucking on it with great force. Peter could hear little
popping sounds as she sucked in bits of air. She released him,
gasping for breath and then began again only lower. Now she began to
make slow nodding motions and the popping, slurping sounds grew
louder. To Peter it felt like the head of his cock had swelled to
the size of a grapefruit. It felt like the cum was literally being
sucked up and out from his balls. Her head began to move up and down
more quickly without letting up on the suction.
"Oh, Steph! You're gonna make me cum!" Peter moaned. "I can't hold
out much longer."
She handed him the phone and the voice said, "I heard that! I want
you to come all over her face! Flip her over. You get on top and
coat her face and tits with your come!"
Peter was almost too far gone to even think about what he was doing
any more but he was secretly pleased with the request. "Steph, wait,"
he said. " He wants me to cum on your face. Turn over sweety. I'll
fuck your tits."
Stephanie released his cock, gasping for breath and lay on the bed
next to Peter, pushing her large soft breasts up and together. "Cum
for me, honey!" she gasped. "I don't care who sees us."
Peter straddled her chest, holding his cock firmly in his hand.
Stephanie released her breasts, allowing them to part just enough to
engulf his cock. The soft warm flesh yielded to his thrusts. Peter
looked down and watched the head of his cock disappear then reemerge
from between her breasts. She squeezed them more tightly together now
and Peter felt his balls tingle. He was a bout to cum.
"Oh, give it to me. Honey, give me a warm bath with your cum! I want
to taste it, all salty and sweet. Don't hold back any more. Cum for
me. Let it shoot out." Her coaxing tone was more than Peter could
take. With one last jerky thrust he strained his cock as far up
between her breasts as it would go and let out thick hot streams of
cum, catching her squarely in the face. Pulling back and stroking
himself he coated her breasts with several more wet spurts."
He fell to the side of the bed and lay panting for a minute before
remembering the phone in his hand.
"Very nice work, friend. Thank you," the voice sounded genuinely
pleased.
"Can we go now?" Peter asked, out of breath.
"Well, not quite yet," the voice said slyly. "Give the phone to her."
Peter felt a slight tinge of doubt creep into afterglow of his orgasm.
Stephanie listened to the voice for a long time. "Haven't you had enough?
You're sick. I won't do it! I won't!"
"What does he want now?" Peter asked, startled by Stephanie's tone.
"Don't worry," she answered. "I'm not going to do it. No way."
Another flower pot on the balcony shattered, making them both jump.
"OK!" she yelled into the phone. "OK, I'll get it," she said more
softly, getting off the bed and handing the phone to Peter. "Peter,
I'm sorry," she whispered.
The voice spoke. "You're pretty pleased with yourself right now aren't
you? You've got a beautiful girlfriend who is just wiping your come
off her face. I'm just some horny bastard out in the dark of the
night, and, whatever I do to you, I'll still just be jerking off alone
tonight while you'll have a nice little tale to tell. You'll probably
go on TV, become celebrities off this thing, make some money, sell
your story or something. That's what you're thinking now, isn't it?
Isn't it?"
Peter felt panic returning. The voice had laid bare his thoughts so
keenly, almost more keenly than he had been aware himself.
"Well, hopefully I going to make that a little more difficult for
you," the voice went on. "Don't worry. I'm not going to kill you.
Not if you do as I say. Do you know what your girlfriend is doing
right now? I'll bet you don't, so I'll tell you! You're so clueless.
About yourself even, certainly about her. I bet you don't even know
that you girlfriend has a large collection of sex toys, do you? Maybe
she finds your attentions not enough to satisfy her, how should I
know? Anyway, she has one in particular that she enjoys. I've
watched her with it when you aren't around. She puts it on and struts
around the apartment in it, then she takes it off and uses it on
herself. You still don't know what I'm talking about, do you? I can
see your bewilderment, even from here! Turn around!"
Peter turned his gaze to Stephanie who was bending down next to the
bottom dresser drawer. As she stood up and turned towards him Peter
looked with astonishment: she was wearing a large black strap-on
dildo, at least nine inches long and proportionally thick.
"Stephanie!" he gasped.
The voice on the phone laughed. "OK, assume the position! All fours,
if you please, head on the pillow."
Peter felt like a trapped animal as he turned over, pointing his now,
for the first time, very vulnerable asshole in Stephanie's direction.
He could hear her tightening the straps as she stood behind the end of
the bed. He was still clutching the phone tightly.
She climbed up on the bed, putting a hand on his ass, saying, "Peter,
I'm sorry. I thought we might try this some day, but not like this."
She let her hand slide down the crack of his ass and she fondled his
balls. "I'll be as gentle as I can."
Peter steeled himself, but, mercifully the first thing he felt was the
shocking cold of Stephanie's finger, covered with a blob of Vaseline,
as it touched his asshole. "Try to relax, Peter," she said as her
finger slipped into him. Peter thought it mildly uncomfortable, but
not wholly unpleasant. He even felt the faintest stirrings in his
spent cock as she worked her finger deep inside him, around and
around. "I'm going to grease this thing up as much as I can," she
said with a nurses businesslike detachment. You let me know if I'm
going to fast, OK?" She gave him a little pat on the ass.
The next thing he felt was the cold head of the thick dildo press
against his asshole. He took a deep breath. The very tip forced its
way into him, but not painfully far yet. He felt his muscles,
fighting the invasion, try to tighten up and force out the intruder.
"Relax, honey," Stephanie cooed. "The worst part is going to be
getting the head of this thing into you. After that I think it won't
be so bad. I'd better be quick. I think that will be the least
painful for you," she said.
Without further warning she thrust the head off the artificial cock
into Peter's nervously quivering asshole. He felt as if he was being
split in two. Stars danced in front of his eyes.
"OK, its in. You all right?" She asked, concerned. Peter nodded, he
was at least still alive.
She paused for a moment. "Relax, relax those muscles. Just let it
slide in."
Peter felt himself being filled up. His sphincter wouldn't relax and
let the dildo slide in easily. He could feel every ridge of the thing
as it inched its way deeper.
"That's enough of it," she said with finality. "I got a lot in you.
More than I could take, I think. I'm just going to give you a second
or two to get used to the feeling.
Peter was over the initial searing pain of the entry. He thought he could
stand it if she didn't move but wasn't sure he could take it if she decided
to fuck him. Never before had he felt so vulnerable, so much in
the power of another person. He found it strangely arousing and waited with
bated breath for what she would do to him next.
"Ask her to fuck you," the voice said. Peter hesitated. "Do it!" it
barked.
"He wants you to fuck me Steph," Peter said weakly. He felt as if his
knees might give way at any second. "Steph?"
"Yes, honey?" she answered.
"Be gentle, OK?" he pleaded.
"Of course I will," she said. Bending to kiss him between the
shoulder blades she slowly started fucking him. Every time she thrust
into him a white, searing band of pain shot all the way up Peter's
spine to his eyes.
"Good!" the voice crowed after some time. "Now ask her to go faster
for me."
"Faster, Steph. He wants faster." Peter panted. In spite of the pain
he was feeling his cock was getting hard again. Even though he was
finding the physical sensations unpleasant something about the
humiliating position he was in struck a chord deep within him,
arousing him in ways he would never have expected. Stephanie grabbed
his hips and was pulling herself into him a little more forcefully.
"Stroke your cock," the voice ordered. "I want you to come again,
while she fucks you."
Stephen obeyed. He timed his strokes to her thrusts, as if the
pleasure he was giving his cock could override the pain of the dildo
forcing its way in and out of his asshole. His balls were tight
against his body now and he arched his back so that Stephanie's
thrusts would hit against them too.
The voice spoke again. "You're almost done now. You'll be able to
put down the phone in a second. I'll still be watching you so don't
stop. If I don't see you come...well you know what I could do."
Peter felt the familiar tingle in his balls begin. He wasn't going to
last long anyway.
"Another thing I thought you might like to know," the voice went on,
"is that you'll never catch me. You'll never find out who I am. But
that's not the best of it. The best thing is, I live around here. I
see you on the street, in the store, the subway, every once in a
while, and, surely you see me too.
Sensing his arousal, Stephanie actually started fucking him more
vigorously. "Cum for me baby," she said. "I want you to cum again,
for me." Peter was trying to hold back but the humiliation he felt
from what was being said to him was having a powerful, stimulating
effect.
"Of course, you'll never know." The voice was still droning on.
Peter was barely hearing the words. "You'll always have to wonder:
Is that scruffy guy waiting for the train eyeing me a little funny?
Did that well dressed man with the briefcase wink as he passed me in
the street, or did he just have something in his eye? Did the guy
bagging my groceries, did he smirk just then, as he put the Vaseline
into the bag, or does he have a facial twitch? Did a shadow of a
smile creep across that bank teller's face the other day? You'll
never know...
The inexorable rush to orgasm was on him, he was on that last
slippery slope from which there was no turning back. He came
violently, painfully, in thick heaving spasms. His cum drenched the
bed sheets under him. Stephanie timed her final thrusts to the jerks
of his body. His knees finally gave out then and she collapsed on top
of him, the dildo still inside of him. After a time she brought the
phone to her ear: the line was dead.
Fin
Richard Rivers 10/21/97