The Spice of Life (The Transformation #1) (17 page)

“Like this. Feel the rhythm of it.” I moved my hand with hers and saw and felt her get wetter and wetter as it slipped in and out, going deeper and deeper.  She arched her back and drew it in even further. When I got a little excited and started thrusting too fast, Marci slowed me down, teaching me the rhythm. She came three, four, five times that way.

Playing with toys became a regular thing, just as eating her out had become normal. Of course, doing these things to her also aroused me to a fever pitch, and Marci wasn’t cruel; she would eventually allow me to cum after she herself had climaxed multiple times. She never let me actually cum inside her, but she would give me a hand job, or blowjob, and let me cum all over her breasts, stomach and thighs.

Another day, Marci pulled out a length of silken rope from a drawer next to her bed. “I want to tie you up,” she whispered, as she straddled me. Her actions reminded me of the incident with Elaine in high school. Those memories were not necessarily all positive, and Marci must have seen the uncertainty in my face.

“I’ll be gentle, Jake,” she said. “Why don’t we use a safe word?”

I had never heard of a “safe word” before. “What is that?”

“Well, we choose a word. For instance, one that I like to use is “Georgia.” In our sex play, if either one of us says the word “Georgia,” that means that things are going too far and we need to dial it back. So if I tie you up, as long as you are enjoying yourself, we both go along with the role play. But if you become uncomfortable, say “Georgia,” and I’ll know that you really mean it. Does that work for you?”

I nodded, and Marci proceeded to tie me up. The experience was actually incredible this time around. She had lit some candles in her room and the flickering light created amazing shadows on the wall. Marci placed a blindfold across my eyes and left me bound on the bed while she went to the kitchen. I wasn’t sure what she was doing, but heard the fridge open, and then the clattering sound of the ice box. When she came back she touched me and had something in her hand.

“Just lie back and enjoy,” she murmured.

Then I felt the most extraordinary sensation. She was rubbing an ice cube over my chest and abs. She traced the ice all around my torso, down my thighs and then down into my groin region. My cock was completely rigid. She rubbed the ice cube around my shaft and I moaned a little. Then the ice cube was gone and Marci was tracing the path of the cold water with her warm tongue. The combination of cold and warm was completely exhilarating.

When she reached my cock with her mouth she sucked me long and hard.  Just when I was close to cumming, she climbed on top of me and started to ride me. This was her favorite position; it allowed her to grind her clit against me and she often came multiple times. This occasion was no different and ended in her having her way with me as she gushed orgasmic fluids all over my dick. After she came she slipped off of me and took me in her mouth. The feeling of her lips around me caused me to climax, hard. I couldn’t help myself and shouted out, “Elaine!”

Kelli was shocked. “You said another girl’s name during sex? How did Marci react?”

Jake chuckled. “She stopped…and then she reached up and slapped my face.”

“Slapped your face? Wow. I guess I’m not really surprised.”

“Yes. And then she got ahold of herself and asked me why I had just done that. I told her that the girl to which I’d lost my virginity was named Elaine, and my sex with Marci had brought back those memories. I told her a little bit about the situation and what it had done to me. Marci was angry, but she had a compassionate heart and she forgave me. She was just like that.”

Kelli was wild with curiosity, and wasn’t sure if her voice was steady, but said, “Sounds…like an incredible interaction.”  Jake just nodded and continued.

In any case, overall, Marci taught me how to treat a woman sexually. Our sexual sessions went on all the way to the end of my freshman year, which was also the end of her junior year.  At that time she told me, “Jake, this has been great fun, but next year I really have to focus on my school work because I’m transferring to California. But try to remember and use everything I’ve taught you, and try to find a really good woman for yourself and get some good experience. You’re going to need it because when you do decide to settle down and marry, your wife is going to want you to be very good in bed.”  We parted as friends, and I took her advice to heart. It was a while before I had the chance to practice all that she taught me, but it was extremely useful in the end.

Marci taught me the foundations of what I know today. I have to give her credit; she holds a significant role in my adventures, as a warm and affectionate woman who was phenomenally creative, in the sexual sense, and who took the time to educate me in the mysteries of the female body. Whenever a lover comments on my oral skills or my sexual creativity, I think of Marci and all she taught me.”

Kelli was squirming in her chair, and hoping that Jake wouldn’t notice how much his story had aroused her. “Wow. That’s amazing to have had such an affectionate and thorough teacher. So what else happened during your time in Boston?”

“Well, during my college senior year, I was called home because my father was diagnosed with terminal cancer, at a late stage. So I wasn’t actually able to finish out my senior year. I was offered a job that had a very lucrative salary, so I decided to go to night school, and I moved back to my hometown to spend time with my dying father.”

Kelli heard the note of tenderness and sadness in Jake’s voice, and was moved. Was that moistness in his eyes as he spoke of his father? She believed it was. So this tough, dominant man had a soft side too, it would appear. She thought it might be best to steer away from such sensitive ground.

“So, then did you ever have a meaningful serious relationship with a woman? As in, a real girlfriend?”  A huge part of her wanted to hear about more of his sexual experiences. However, another more tender part was interested in the emotional side. What had he learned? What had he felt?

“Yes. I became involved with this one girl sorta recently, HazelEyed Vixen.”

Jake’s voice trailed off. Kelli was surprised. She had never seen him have such a dreamy, sad look.

“You don’t have to talk about it, you know,” she said. “If you’d rather not, I mean.”

Jake looked at her and said, “No, no. It’s fine.  She messaged me recently, back when I went to Vegas when we first met, and it’s been complicated since.

Things were just intense with V, that’s all. I’ll tell you a story. It had been a long, hard stressful day at work. It was 4:30 pm, when I got my text. It read “520 {v}.” I knew, and she knew, that we both needed it. 520 was the date we first felt each other, a special meaning to me, and the lowercase v in brackets was the sign of her submissiveness to me, being collared.  It was a long drive home, the winter had been cold and icy, the worst in years. I pulled into the driveway of my house, and watched the melting ice start to freeze over the house as the temperatures dropped again. I looked over the dripping water on my rain chain gutter, observing the water freezing into jagged ice as the temperature dropped lower and lower. This gave me an idea. I broke off a newly formed icy point from the chain of icicles.  I knew I was going to tease her with the cold, torturous object. Walking to the house I got the text again: “Sir 520 {v} I await you.”

I walked into the house and there was my angel, my HazelEyed Vixen, on her knees in the submissive position, waiting for me.  I grabbed her hand and walked her to my sitting chair. Slowly I bent her over my lap, and proceeded to tell her about my frustrating day. Between sentences, I gave her several firm spanks on one ass cheek, holding her flesh, feeling the rush of blood running through her body.  I spanked her other cheek also, as not to neglect it, and felt the rush of sexuality running through my veins.

I told her, “Angel, today is your day.”  Walking her to the bedroom, I blindfolded her and strapped her wrists to each bed post.  The icicle was still on a platter in the front room, still hard and thick. I brought it to the bedroom and then took the icicle and began tracing her body.  I worked the icicle from her left hand, wrist, arm, and shoulder over to her ear, cheeks, mouth, and lips. I slowly made my way down to her left nipple, the bottom of her chest, down her stomach, across her pubic bone, around her thighs and back up her right side, slowly making my way to her right wrist.  By now, the icicle was half melted from her body heat, and my angel was worming and squirming on the bed; I retraced the same path slowly with the tip of my tongue, kissing her mouth, biting her lips, stopping at her nipple for a hard bite, teasing her fiery pussy with my mouth, back up to her right nipple and wrist.  She was holding back her orgasm and I told her that today she would cum hard. 

Keeping her bound, I worked my way down her body with my mouth, water glistening off her heated skin, till I made my way to her already throbbing clit.  Holding her legs down with my arms, I tasted her sweet juices, sucked hard on her pussy lips and clit, and kissed the hood passionately.  I told her to release, I wanted to taste her juices. She came hard as I sucked and pulled her clit into my mouth. As I held her legs she tried to buck free.  I crawled my way back up her shivering body, as she begged me to have me inside her, and I teased her clit and hood with the tip of my mushroom cock.  I leaned in and whispered into her ear, “Angel, I want to feel you in my own way:
scissors
.”  She nodded her head; she knew what I wanted.

I released her hands from the bedposts and moved her to her right side.  I straddled her right leg, and lifted her left leg bent onto a pillow.  I had a full view of her amazing ass and pussy that was throbbing and calling for my cock to go deep inside her.  I took the half melted icicle, and slowly placed it inside her as she moaned with extreme pleasure. I pulled it out, and tasted her amazing juices; then I plunged my already hard cock deep inside her, legs interlocked.  I lifted her left ass cheek a bit more so I could get deeper. I took her hard and furious, releasing my day’s frustrations on her. Banging furiously and forcefully, I told her I needed her to taste my release.

I wanted to see her beautiful eyes gazing at me as she took in all of me.  She felt me getting bigger and harder as I wet my thumb slowly, I began teasing her cute asshole, penetrating it gently. She couldn’t take the thumb anal probe and my thick cock simultaneously bumping her g-spot. It was amazingly tight and she came again in rippling fashion; she couldn’t stop pulling herself deeper onto my shaft. I watched her pussy lips hug my shaft with each in and out thrust. I needed to cum now, and I told her it was time.

She jumped off, and I grabbed the blindfold off of her and pushed hard into her waiting mouth. I watched her viciously suck my member, enjoying it and trying to get every sweet drop of cum out of me. Watching her amazingly beautiful eyes tear up, I exploded in her hot mouth as she swirled her tongue around the back edge of my tip, just how I liked it.  I grabbed the back of her head and held her there,
OMG! Amazing!
  She knew to keep sucking and taking every drop. She also knew we could go again, without rest but not today.  Now I just wanted to hold her close, treasuring what I had found.”

Jake’s voice trailed off. He had a faraway look in his eye.

Kelli was blown away. She couldn’t even imagine the sexual intensity that Jake had just described to her. It had turned her on in a big way. She was squirming just imagining what it would be like to be in the place of the HazelEyed Vixen. She could barely concentrate on keeping it together. She was wondering what to say or do next, when she glanced at her watch and was shocked to see that the time was 5:05 pm. The hour was up.

“Oh, um, yes. We’d better stop for today. We’ll continue next time.”

She fumbled with her legal pad and then realized that Jake had moved closer, and was now standing right next to her. She could smell his cologne, and it made her dizzy.

As if Jake could read her mind or sense what she was thinking about, he spoke. His tone was soft, but firm.

“Kelli, I can smell your perfume very strongly. Too strongly, in fact. It’s overpowering, and I don’t like it.”

Kelli felt ashamed and looked at the floor. She had been so conscious about choosing a scent this morning; she had wanted to smell nice for him. Had wanted to please him. But he was unhappy; he was displeased with her efforts.

Jake stretched out his hand and drew her chin up so that she was looking in his striking green eyes.

“I don’t mind your choice of scent, but don’t wear so much of it. Not tomorrow, or the next day, or next Monday at our appointment. Not any day. Do I make myself clear, Kelli?”

Intensely conscious of his fingers on her cheek, Kelli nodded. “Yes, I understand.”

Jake released her gently and took a step back. “Good. Very good. Because if you disobey, I will be very, very displeased.”  He smiled that dazzling smile and Kelli felt a part of herself melt.

“Until next time, then.” Jake turned and started towards the door. As he reached it, he stood with his hand on the doorknob and paused, as if forgetting something. He looked back at her. “Oh, and Kelli? There is one more thing.”

“Yes?”

“I want you to go buy yourself some new toys. Like the toys that Marci had. There’s a shop called ‘Secret Closet’ that isn’t too far from here. Stop in on your way home and buy at least one. Will you do that?”  His gaze was commanding, and irresistible.