Jeanine had a small grin on her face as she undid the bindings. Well, she had said that she preferred it slightly when I won. She asked me how I wanted her, and I replied, "Often and forever." She giggled, and the mood in the room lightened considerably.

I actually only used the wrist restraints, essentially confining her arms to the side of her body. And the blindfold, because it always seems more erotic when she can't actually see what I'm about to do. When she was comfortable, on her back with a cushion under her ass, I began stroking her with feathery touches.

I asked, "Are you still afraid?"

She bit her lip. "Yes. I'm afraid that when I start to come, I'm going to feel it again. Maybe not with a regular orgasm, but if you push me...."

"I will remember," I soothed. "I will not hurt you."

I was feeling slightly inhibited. More than slightly, actually. But I continued stroking her all over. She began to breathe a little faster, and I concentrated on her hips and arms. If Jeanine relaxed, I could, too.

What the hell. Relaxation was a key incredient to any lovemaking, until you achieved the right kind of tension. "Raise your hips," I ordered. When she did, I pulled out the cushion. "I'm turning you over," I said as I put action to the words.

With Jeanine on her belly, I went to the bathroom and returned with a few supplies. One was an edible massage cream (chocolate flavored, of course), which I squirted on her back. She jerked at the sensation of the cold fluid, but did not protest. She knew what it meant.

I am not a masseur, but I give decent backrub, and proceeded to do just that. I didn't pay attention only to her shoulders, where the tension was manifest, but worked her over everywhere; feet, calves, thighs, glutes, glutes (okay, I may have lingered there a bit), shoulders, arms hands - even fingers and toes.

When I rolled her onto her back, I got a look at her smile, which had been hidden by her hair. Maybe I hadn't taken the best approach, but I was on a good approach. I massaged the cream in everywhere, paying as much attention to her pecs as I had to her glutes. Jeanine made appreciative noises and actually did relax. No hint of a safeword, so far

I positioned her back onto the cushion again, losing the edge of the relaxation, but regaining some necessary height for what I planned next.

I repositioned myself as well, grabbing a tube of water based lubricant as I did. Lying on my belly, raised on my elbows between her thighs, I placed Jeanine's heels on my shoulders. This had the effect of lifting and spreading her knees, and making all of her available to me. I began to lick her pussy lips farther apart.

Resting on my elbows also left my hands free. I stroked the cheeks of her ass while I licked, and when her breathing began to get the least bit ragged, I annointed a finger with lube and began to press just the tip into her puckered asshole while switching my oral attentions to her clit.

I was gratified to see that my ministrations were having the desired effect. Jeanine was panting, her body covered in a faint sheen of sweat, and each return to her anus with additional lube brought a breathy groan from her lips. Best of all, still no safe word, no injunctions to desist.

As she began the long moan that signaled her climax, I slid one lubricated finger slowly but firmly up to the knuckle. This was rewarded by a deepening of that moan, and the clenching of her toes above my shoulders.

I shifted the focus of my oral ministrations, avoiding the most sensitive of her sexy bits. With the foreknowledge that Jeanine liked being pushed beyond, I planned to do just that, but not quite yet.

I continued to apply my tongue to the task the gods must have designed it for, while Jeanine returned to panting and groaning. The groaning only increased as I widened her anal passage, stretching both rings until she could accomodate a second finger.

Anticipation can be a powerful aphrodisiac. By now, Jeanine could be certain that our lovemaking would include anal sex, and she would be waiting for the instruction to roll over and get on her knees. She had to be asking herself if she would stop me, since no previous episode had been completely free of pain whatever amount of lubrication or stretching beforehand. Never beyond her tolerances, but her tolernce levels were at a low ebb just now.

I sensed that her anal passage was relaxed and stretched enough, and her clit was once more begging for attention. I rose to my knees, keeping her heels on my shoulders, and positioned my cock to ride between her fleshy lips and across her clit. All the attention to detail had allowed my dick to soften somewhat, but it returned to readiness in a couple of thrusts. I filled my palm with lube.

Jeanine, despite her increased arousal, took my position to indicate that vaginal sex was next on the menu. She actually relaxed slightly, allowing her to more fully enjoy the sensations she was feeling. I pulled my hips back, allowing my cock to ride through the pond of lube in my hand, then poked forward into the brown tunnel between her upturned ass cheeks.

The head of my cock cleared the inner and outer rings and an inch beyond while Jeanine let out a startled "EEP!" and clenched down. She panted rapidly and exclaimed, "Ohfuck!" about every fourth or fifth pant. I maintained a firm pressure, while insinuating two fingers in her pussy and spreading lube around her clit, and occasionally over it.

The two fingers curled up to locate that bundle of nerves, the G-spot, and apply a firm pressure there. I knew from experience that Jeanine preferred to vary the pressure herself by moving her hips. This time was no exception, and the motion resulted in my cock sliding deeper into her ass as well. Jeanine's exclamations were truncated to "ohfu!", and then just "unh".

Despite my modest proportions, I've never managed to sink my cock to the hilt in Jeanine's ass. She's just too tight, and before I can get that deep, the sensations overwhelm me. Today was no exception, although my pubic hair was tickling her cheeks when I lost control. Her gyrations brought me off, even as she wailed her own peak.

When her spasms caused my cock to pop free, I dropped quickly back to my elbows. Her legs now dangled limply outside my shoulders. I reinserted the two fingers and positioned my face, waiting for her breathing to slow. As it did, I located that nerve spot and tickled it while tonguing her retreating clit.

The results were rapid and spectacular. She wailed, she thrashed, she tried to buck my head aside - and then she fainted.

Okay, so she didn't faint. She was still awake, her eyes unfocused. She appeared to have no muscular control and couldn't answer my repeated, "Are you okay?" I think she tried to move, but she only twitched. Finally, her eyes closed and she managed a nod and a small smile.

As much as I might have liked an encore, I was sated and happy. She'd had no reason to use the dreaded safe word, and I'd had the gift of seeing her in ecstacy. I removed the cushions and bindings, and dropped all the toys in a laundry basket, then curled up behind her. I draped one hand over her waist, and allowed myself to sleep.

The End