Ecstasy (16 page)

He
closed his eyes and enjoyed the glory of the moment as Lisa tasted his fluids.

"Was
it good?" she asked. The question made no sense at all to him and he
answered in kind.

"Not
sure. I guess I need a repeat," he prodded her as she moved up to kiss the
head of his cock.

"Hmm,"
she wondered at him. "We must first do some else," she slowed him
down.

"Not
the engineering docs, I hope!" he protested.

"Oh
no, darling! You're about to find out."

"Would
you give up an orgasm for love? Would you forgo an orgasm for the one you love?"

"Just
one?"

"Yes."

"Sure.
I would."

"What
about a whole year worth great orgasms?"

"You
mean stay orgasm-free for a year, just because I love someone?"

"Something
like that."

"Does
it include fucking? Or, I should say, does it
exclude
fucking as well as
orgasms?"

"Nope.
In fact, you'd need to fuck her during that year. She's a woman, you know and
she has her needs."

"I
don't know about a whole year now."

"We
do it all the time for our guys. They fuck us every day and every day they work
us up into a sex frenzy, just to let us down."

"I,
too, have my needs. Like the need for an orgasm."

"This
discussion is not about you. It's about women. And about what you'd sacrifice
in bed to get love in return."

"That's
not fair," he protested.

"Do
you think it's fair to leave your girl orgasm-less?"

"It's
not always up to me."

"It's
always up to you. You can control your body. Your impulses. You don't need to
be a complete animal. Just a partial one."

"But
her body is so unbelievably erotic. And smooth. And inviting. And dripping wet
when full of cock."

"Perhaps.
But you are in control. Or should be. Women want that, up to a point."

"This
is so ironic. The nicer she is in bed, the less performance she gets from
me."

"That's
true of most men. You guys don't last long. Not as long as we need you, anyway.
Then you wonder why we turn into witches."

"That's
our nature. Are we to be blamed for that?"

"It
is also your nature to look at a round, tight booty, but that doesn't mean you
should go after it every time you see it."

"You
girls want us to be men, so that you may then emasculate us."

"Why
do you say that?"

"It
seems that way. First you want a thrumming cock, knowing damned well it can
only last so long in your hands. Or lips. Or asses. Yet when you get it, you do
all you can to soften it and then bitch about it not being tenacious."

"That
doesn't make much sense!"

"You
want to be loved with testosterones, not with a heart."

"How
do you mean?"

"I
mean you love to be fucked than fucked with love."

"That's
not true! We want both!"

"You
may, but you know you can't get love by giving sex."

"We
can give love with or without sex."

"Sex
is part of love, not the other way around."

"But
we need both all the time."

"I
disagree. You seem to need what the moment brings. You want the security of
love and the convenience of sex."

"
Convenience
of sex
?"

"Oh,
all right. Perhaps I used the wrong way to describe it. The
benefits
of
sex."

"We
can get sex with or without you. And sometimes is more convenient
without
you."

"You
mean you'd prefer to get yourself off rather than get fucked by a man?"

"Something
like that. It requires less effort."

"That
could be called lazy."

"That
is also called efficient. You guys are trouble. Too much trouble sometimes. For
what is worth."

"It
seems we want the same thing!" he protested.

"Yes,
but in different ways."

"How
is that?"

She
put her hand on his cock. Delicate, with long fingers and a reddish nail
polish, her hand was suggestive of so many things to him.

"Would
you rather me fuck you right now or just give you a hand job?" She felt his
cock getting harder.

"Depends
on my mood at the time," he resisted her temptation.

"What
are you in the mood for right now?" she insisted.

"I'd
like both."

"You're
not being honest!"

"I
am very honest!"

"But
how would you like me to finish you off?"

He
thought a moment about her words. He wasn't sure how to answer and for that
matter he wasn't sure even what to answer.

"Why
don't we give it a try and see what comes along?" he went fishing.

"Oh,
I know exactly what will cum along if I finish you off. A lot of cum."

"How
do you know that?"

"Come
on! I've seen it before! You're a sperm tank!"

"I
don't deny that. But you must work for it."

"Now,
why do
I
have to work for it? And what about me? What do I get out of
this?"

"You
get a load full of joy juice! Isn't it what you want?"

"You're
missing the point. I, too, want to get off!"

"Why
do you believe you won't?"

"Because
you roll over once you're done!"

"I
have a solution for that!"

"Oh?
I am all ears!"

"You
go first!"

"Come
on! You know it doesn't work like that!"

He
got up and went to the bar in the corner of the apartment.

"Would
you like a Martini?"

"Hmmm.
Are you trying to get me drunk and take advantage of me?"

"I
don't have to get you drunk to take advantage of you."

He
fixed her drink and walked back to her bed. She reached for the glass, but to
her surprise, he kept it.

"Ah-no!
I'll take care of this."

He
dipped his index finger in it and looked at her.

"Do
you want some of this?" he asked her with his finger dripping.

"
Yes
!
Give it to me."

He
held his finger to her lips and she licked it slowly.

"More?"

"Yes!
Please!"

Her
body turned hot with flashes and waited for him to undress her.

"Not
so fast," he slowed her temper.

"Will
you have me beg for you?"

"How
good are you at begging?"

"Pretty
good, if it gets my way."

"You
may have to beg. It will take a while. A long while."

She
felt so good knowing that he needed her and that need enticed him. It aroused
her, too.

"I
don't know how much of this I can take," she protested in a low voice.

"We'll
find out."

"Aren't
you afraid I might catch fire?"

"I'll
cross that bridge when I get there. I don't mind putting out some of your
fires."

"
Some
?
Why not all?"

"There's
got to be something left burning in you, so that you'll come back
tomorrow."

"That
may work the other way around. I may not come back at all!"

"Oh,
you will!"

"Why
are you so sure? Do you think the fires you start are so hot?"

He
put the drink down, leaned over to her and firmly grabbed a handful of her hair
at the crown. He pulled back on her hair gently but surely and let his lips
travel her neck and breasts.

"How
does your body feel?"

"You
tell me!"

"I
mean, how do
you
feel?" he asked as his right hand touched her
clitoris.

Her
face turned red and her breath was uneven, but not from shame. Her desire for
his body drove her mad and she felt it climb higher and higher.

"I
don't know if you're a good man wanting bad things, or a bad man wanting good
ones."

"I
am a man wanting bed things."

His
left middle finger started working her again and she let out a loud moan. Her
body shook briefly at the expectation of more pleasure and she began to sweat.

"I
don't know if I can stop if you keep this up," she said again in low
voice.

"You
can't finish until I tell you to. And we'll see daylight before that happens."

"I
will cut your balls off for this," she said seemingly threatening while
she grabbed the hair on the back of his head and kissed him.

His
finger picked up the pace and she could no longer control her body.

"
Oh,
my god. I will cum
..." and as she said so he could feel his finger
flooded in a sea of her juices. He withdrew his finger from her pussy and put
it between his lips.

"Very
tasty! Indeed!"

"You
like it?" she asked softly while still in orgasmic spasms.

"Delicious.
Here." He gently fingered her clitoris again and let her taste herself.

"I
know you wanted to taste yourself."

"I'd
like to taste you, too!"

"Cum
and get it, baby!" he challenged her openly.

She
pulled herself together and straightened up her shoulders.

"Lay
down," she ordered him. He obeyed quietly.

"Let's
strip you of these things. You won't need them anytime soon." She
unbuttoned his shirt first, then his pants. Her arms pulled off his pants
decidedly and her right hand rested on the top of his hard cock. He was ready
to go inside her, but that wasn't her goal and he knew it.

She
reached for the drawer near the bed and pulled out a bullet vibrator. He
watched her intensely and his eyes followed every move she made. He could not
disconnect from her magic ass and briefly imagined penetrating her anally from
behind in front of a mirror. She glanced at his face and caught his eyes on her
ass.

"You
want it, don't you?"

"Want
what, baby?"

"My
ass. You want it!"

"And
what if I do?"

"How
would you take it?"

"In
anyway I can!"

"You're
saying that now because your dick is hard. But how would you take it?"

"I
can only take it when my dick is hard," he said humorously. They both
laughed.

"In
what position would you take it? Where?" she insisted erotically again.

"In
the bathroom from behind. In front of the mirror."

"Why
in front of the mirror?"

"So
I can see your face, your eyes while you feel the full width of my cock going
inside your amazing ass."

"Oh?
Why?"

"I'd
like to see your face while you feel the first pain of pleasure."

"
Pain
of pleasure
? That's a new one!"

"Yes,
pain of pleasure. Because I wouldn't penetrate you slowly. I'd go fast inside
you and you'd hurt a little at first. But you'd take it, because you like to
get fucked in the ass. You know the kind of climatic orgasms that can give you."

She
leaned over his abdomen and took his cock head between her lips for a few
moments, gave it a few strokes and then pulled it out.

"The
same is true for you. You too like anal sex."

"You
mean, I like to get it? Yes, I do."

"I
mean you too like to be ass fucked by the woman you like to fuck in the
ass."

Her
thought impressed him.

"Please
elaborate," he said as his breath became uncontrolled.

"Anal
sex is not only a dream about her ass. It's also a dream of what he'd like her
to do to him. It's an extension of desires on a mutual level. You want my ass
not only because it's beautiful and prohibitive. You want it because you
imagine yourself in my place. You want my ass because you'd want the same done
to yours."

"Oh?"

"It's
a display of self-gratification. You want to gratify yourself with the same
forbidden pleasure and it attracts you because it's so forbidden."

"Forbidden?
You wouldn't give me your ass?"

"Of
course I would. Only if you promised to orgasm it. But that's not what I
mean," she said as she started to slowly stroke his cock.

"I
don't get it."

"It's
not just about sexual pleasure. It's also about wanting to be in that position
yourself."

"But
why does it have to be forbidden?"

"It
doesn't. It depends on your partner's acceptance. And most men are afraid to
ask it of their women because they think they might scare them off."

"You
mean, a sort of a social barrier?"

"Yeah."

"What
is the difference between that and a hand job?"