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From: crane@netcom.com
Subject: Another Kind of Rain (mf, anal, nc?) 2/2
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Date: Sat, 14 Jan 1995 02:22:09 GMT
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obligatory warnings:

1. it's a sex story. if it offends you, go read
comp.sys.mac.programmers or something.

2. this story is copyrighted by the author. you may do as you wish
with it, except take credit for it.

3. feel free to mail the author, but be forewarned that i actually
answer my mail. that said, direct flames, comments, fan mail and
criticisms to crane@netcom.com.


Another Kind of Rain--part II


His breathing is even, on her face. She recalls the sensation of
the orgasms he gave her and wonders if they would have been any
different if she had consented, rather than saying no until the
very end. She raises her head and looks at him. He smiles at her.
She loves his smile, helplessly.

"You raped me," she says, but it does not sound like an accusation.

"Do you feel raped?" he asks. He does not seem to be trying to get
her to absolve him.

"Yes," she answers. "And no. You did something to me I did not want
you to do. But, oh, it was wonderful."

"Are you angry with me?" he asks, and she considers this.

"Yes," she says finally. "I want you to feel this way. I wish I
could tie you up and rape you."

"I thought you might," he says. "But it will not be quite the same,
because I will be consenting, and you were not."

"What do you mean, it will?" she asks, and he smiles, gestures for
her to wait, and goes to the doorway to get his bag. When he
returns he is holding a dildo and a leather apparatus and a tube of
lubricant.

"If you wish," he says, carefully laying each object on the floor
next to her and avoiding her eyes, "you may tie me up and rape me."

"But you are asking me to do this," she says, reaching for the
dildo but drawing her hand back before she has touched it.

"Not exactly," he answers. "I am not asking you to do it; I am only
saying that you may if you wish to."

"Have you ever done this before?" she asks, darting a look at him.
He is sitting crosslegged beside her, relaxed and easy.

"Raped someone? No. Had sex? Certainly." His voice is calm, but he
does not look at her.

"No, I mean, have you ever had---that is, has anyone ever, you
know." She cannot bring herself to say it.

He is silent a moment; when she looks up, he is smiling again. She
blushes, but does not look away. "I should make you say what you
really want to know," he says gently, "but I won't. No, I have
never had anyone fuck me up the ass. I have a vague memory of
getting an enema as a child, but never I've never had anything
inserted in my ass."

"Do you want me to do that?"

"The idea of being sodomized does not greatly arouse me," he remarks,
then adds: "But the thought of you wanton and in control of my body
drives me insane with lust."

She finally picks up the dildo, turns it over in her hands,
examining it. It is about six inches long, and thin, with small
bumps all over it and a flare at the base. The plastic is cool and
smells faintly of disinfectant. She runs her fingers over it, then
says: "Yes. I am going to tie you up and rape you."

He nods, then helps her don the leather harness that will hold the
dildo to her. She laughs when it is finished, at this small plastic
cock protruding from her. "I look so silly," she says.

"You look beautiful and fearsome," he tells her, and kisses each of
her palms.

He lies on his back and she binds his wrists to his ankles, as well
as she is able. She has already made up her mind to do to him
exactly what he has just done to her, though before this night she
has never even seen a naked cock, let alone taken one into her
mouth.

She reaches out and laces her fingers into his hair; it is a
gesture she sometimes makes with her own hair, when she is nervous
or unsure. He closes his eyes and opens his mouth slightly, and on
impulse, she drops her hand to his mouth, dips her fingers inside.
His lips close over them and his tongue runs over the balls of her
fingers; she sighs at the unexpected flash of desire this gives
her.

She bends over him and kisses his chest, over his sternum, then
abruptly fastens her mouth onto his nipple. His breath escapes him
in a sharp gasp. She withdraws her fingers from his mouth and bites
him.

"Yes," he murmurs, his voice coming out in a sibilant whisper.

"You like to be bitten?" she asks in surprise.

"Occasionally," he answers, opening his eyes. She continues to meet
his gaze as she lowers her head and bites him again, this time on
his pectoral muscle. A hum of pleasure greets this.

"Odd," she says, and moves her hand to his cock, half limp and
still sticky. With one finger, she traces a vein from his balls to
where it disappears beneath the crown, then runs her fingertip
around the head, following his circumcision scar. The skin bunches
below the helmet, puckered and soft. A poor surgeon removed his
foreskin, but she discovers that what remains is remarkably
sensitive, and she spends some time playing her fingers over it,
while she works up the courage to suck him.

Finally she reaches out and tentatively places her tongue against
the shaft of his cock. He makes no sound or motion, and she curls
her tongue into a point, and lets it follow the trail her finger
has made moments before. She hears his head shift and a long
contented moan emerges under her hand, resting on his stomach.

She cups his balls shyly with her other hand, feeling the cool
loose skin and the hairs growing there. Beneath his ball sac his
anus flexes erratically, as if it is periodically remembering what
she is going to do to it.

Taking a deep breath, she kisses his penis. Her lips open, almost
of their own accord, and take the tip in. He tastes strongly of her
own sex, sharp and fragrant and almost a little bitter. She cannot
get more than two or three inches into her mouth before she begins
to gag, so she contents herself with sucking hard what she can get
in, and alternately stroking and pushing at his balls. His head
rocks from side to side, but he seems only to be enjoying himself.

"I want to put it in you now," she tells him, holding his cock in one
hand and rubbing her saliva into the skin and the dark curls.

He opens his eyes again and takes a deep breath. "Okay," he says,
at length. "Use a lot of lubricant, and go very slowly."

She pats around on the floor for the tube of lubricant, and finding
it, she kneels back to apply it to his asshole. He squirms when the
cold gel touches his skin, and she does not pause to rub it around
and warm it.

"Put some on the dildo," he says, and she notices that his erection
has faded. She complies, generously dabbing the jelly onto the
dangling plastic. And now there is nothing left to do, so she
places the tip of the dildo against his asshole and awkwardly bucks
her hips.

"Don't pump, yet," he says. "Push first, slowly. It will open up
and take you in."

She stops, wondering for a moment how much she really wants to hurt
him, and then she does as he directs, pushing firmly against his
asshole until the small ring parts on its own and the first part of
the dildo slides into his body.

"Ahhh.....ah!" he says, his voice rising at the end, and she
freezes. "I'm ok," he adds. "I just need to get used to you in
there." She is both amused and non-plussed at the way he refers to
the dildo as "her" although she cannot feel his insides, the way he
could feel hers.

At last he nods at her, and she begins again to hump her hips,
brokenly, because this is not a motion she is used to, but at last
she acheives a kind of gentle rhythm, drawing the dildo almost all
the way out before sliding it all the way back into his rectum. She
marvels at how easily his body accomodates this foreign object, and
then she notices that her foot is falling asleep, so she shifts.

Immediately, he cries out, in a tone of unmistakable pleasure. His
cock leaps up from his belly and falls back down again, almost
visibly throbbing. "Do that again!" he hisses, and she obeys, as
far as she is able.

It is awkward, shifting and rocking her hips this way, and he does
not come. His neck is stretched to its limit, as he strains toward
his orgasm, but when her hips are shot through with flashes of
pain, he still has not come.

She stops. He whimpers, but says nothing. "Look at me," she
commands. When his eyes fasten on her, she blushes and swallows her
words several times before she can say, "I want you to do this to
me."

"You want me to fuck your ass?" he asks, sturggling momentarily
against his bonds. She nods. "But no ropes, this time. I want you
to hold me and kiss me and tell me that you love me while you do
it."

He smiles slyly. "While I do what?" he asks.

She withdraws the dildo from his ass. It is warm and slightly
dirty. She inspects it for a moment, then says, "Help me get this
thing off. You can't do it while I'm wearing this ridiculous get
up."

"You have to untie me first," he answers. "But what can't I do?"

Hurriedly, she pulls at the knots, letting his arms free. "You
can't do anything," she mutters, untying the ropes around his
ankles and tossing them behind her, towards the door.

He sits up, pulls her to him by the leather straps. "Say it," he
begs. "Tell me what you want me to do."

She looks down, at his fingers undoing the buckles of the harness.
"I want to feel you next to my skin," she answers. "I want you to
make love to me." The harness falls away and she finishes: "I want
you to fuck my ass." The force of his kiss takes her by surprise,
but she dives into it anyway, only vaguely feeling his arms grab
her close to him.

He lies her on the floor on her side, then pulls her left leg up
and asks her to hold it. She can feel his erection resting against
her ass cheeks, and she has a moment of rampant fear. As if he
senses this, he drops his head to her ear and whispers "You are
beautiful, do you know that?" And he kisses her again, while his
fingers smear the lubricant over her asshole, darting into her anus
and back out again.

His right arm slips under her, holding her, and she can feel his
cockhead pressing against her asshole. There is a sharp sensation,
and then without warning, he has buried his cock in her rectum, and
she feels as if it is pointing straight out of her mouth.

A moment of stillness, and then he throws his left arm over her and
reaches for her pussy. His fingers meet no resistance, and he moves
his hand in ever narrowing circles over her clitoris as he gently
pumps his cock into her asshole.

"This is much better than rape," she says dreamily, and pushes
herself back against him, then forward against his hand. "You're so
wet," he murmurs into her ear, "so wet." His fingers move a little
more rapidly, his cock a little more strongly, and without warning,
her orgasm grabs her and shakes her, tossing her up in its teeth
like a cat with a mouse. She shrieks, this time, in pure pleasure.
His fingers do not stop, and his cock moves faster, and when he grabs
her and comes into her ass, she is moaning and jerking again,
shivering in the circle of his arms.

Her back is slick with his sweat, and his breathing is ragged in her
ear. But he raises himself up, as his cock slides from her ass, and
kisses the side of her neck. She lifts her foot and with a little
struggle, she pulls a blanket off the couch. He helps her throw it
over them, and they sleep, fading into each other's skins.


end





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