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This is a story about a sexual FANTASY written for consenting adults. If 
you're not both of those, don't read it.  Characters in a FANTASY don't 
get sick or die unless I want them to. In real life, people who don't 
use condoms and other safe-sex techniques do get sick and die. You don't 
live in a FANTASY so be safe.  The fictional characters in my stories 
are trained and experienced in acts of FANTASY - don't try to do what 
they do - someone could get hurt.

If you think you know somebody who resembles any of the characters here, 
congratulations, but you're wrong - any similarity between the 
characters in this story and any real person is purely coincidental, 
since all of these characters are figments of my dirty little imagination.

This is my story, not yours. Don't sell it or put it on a pay site. You 
can keep it and/or give it away with all of this information intact, but 
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Surviving the Divorce - Chapter 2 (MH, oral, anal, bondage)
(C)Copyright 2004 - Shakes Peer2B
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It wasn't until months later that I learned the route to the wine 
country from San Francisco.  From the time we left the curb at Dolores' 
house until we pulled up in front of a posh bed and breakfast near 
someplace called St. Helena, I saw only Patricia. We held hands most of 
the way, and we talked.  I realized, somewhere along the way, that I 
enjoyed listening to her as much as talking to her. A distinct change 
from my usual mode.  She didn't prattle or gossip. When she had 
something to say, it was built on knowledge tempered with a formidable 
intellect and a willingness to think.  Even when I disagreed with her, I 
had to admire the cogency of her arguments.

It was strange not having to carry anything to our room - the chauffeur 
took care of that, but I thought I could get used to it.

We changed clothes for dinner, and I discovered that Patricia had 
reservations at a small local Italian place.  I suppose the food was 
good. The service must have been excellent, because I hardly noticed the 
waiters. By the time we got back into the limo, I was sure we were in love.

Patricia, though, seemed to grow tense as we entered the car.

"Gary," she said, holding herself a little away from me, "I need to ask 
something of you. Do you think you can trust me?"

I wasn't sure where this was going, so I made sure to examine my own 
feelings before answering.

"Let me put it this way, Patricia." I said, "If I should put my life in 
your hands and you decided to end it, I would still consider it to have 
been a bet worth making. Trust is a thing that takes time to build, but 
I feel so strongly about what we're building here that I'm willing to 
take that gamble. I hope that answers your question to your satisfaction."

She smiled and cupped my cheek with a soft palm. "Honest and forthright, 
just as Dolores said! Very well, then! It's nothing so drastic as 
putting your life in my hands, but when we get back to the room, I'm 
going to ask you to put your trust in me, okay?"

"Okay."

We held hands in silence, each thinking our own thoughts on the short 
ride back to the B&B.

When we were alone, with the door locked, Patricia turned to me with a 
serious countenance.

"Dolores told me about your conversation," she said softly, "you know, 
when she asked what your perfect woman was like?"

I nodded, not sure whether I should thank Dolores or get on her case for 
betraying my trust.

"Are you up for a little adventure tonight?"

Again I nodded, and she continued, "Most times, I love being sweet and 
feminine, but sometimes I like to have the upper hand..."

She pulled a coil of soft rope from her bag. "Will you go along with me 
on this?"

My cock was clamoring to get out of my pants, so it didn't take me long 
to answer, "Do you want me to take my clothes off first, or do you want 
to do it?"

She smiled, and gestured, "Disrobe, if you please!"

It didn't take long, and I was glad for the rigor of my workouts as I 
stood, naked and vulnerable, before this lovely, regal beauty, who stood 
before me still fully clothed.

She gestured to a wood-frame chair with arms and a padded seat. By the 
time she finished binding me, something at which I was convinced she had 
plenty of practice, my forearms were fastened to the arms of the chair, 
and my feet rested on the seat, hard against my buttocks, bound also to 
the chair arms, leaving my entire nether region open and vulnerable.

"I have another reason for binding you, Gary." Patricia said softly, as 
she started to undress in front of me, "You see, there is something 
about me that you don't know. I reveal it only to very special people, 
but I have learned from hard experience to protect myself, just in case..."

Her blouse slipped down those long, slender arms to fall on the floor, 
followed closely by the lacy scrap of her bra.  Patricia's breasts, 
somewhat larger than a handful, still stood proud and firm, high on her 
chest. The skirt soon joined the small pile of clothing on the floor, 
revealing long, gracefully curved legs that seemed to go on forever.

For some reason, she turned to the side to slip off her panties, and did 
something between her legs before turning back to face me, one hand 
shielding her crotch.

"This is my secret, Gary." she said, and the tremor in her voice made me 
glance upward.

Her expression contained fear, hope, and a plea, and my gaze returned to 
her crotch to see what could cause such a mixture of emotions. Her hand 
moved slowly aside, and a long, limp cock dropped from its hiding place.

Well, that WAS a surprise - a shock even, but my first thought had my 
own manhood rising in a completely unambiguous response.

I looked back at Patricia's face, licked my suddenly dry lips, and 
croaked, "Please be gentle. It's my first time...!"

Her eyes flickered from my face to my crotch, then back to my face, and 
suddenly she was kissing me. I responded as best I could from my 
bondage. It was surreal, as this lovely, sophisticated lady devoured my 
mouth, her slender body and smooth belly ground against me as her 
improbable cock rose, rubbing slimily against mine in the pre-cum that 
poured from both!

Then, another shock: Patricia straddled the chair arms, putting her 
thighs over my forearms, and settled in my lap, sinking my rampant rod 
deep into what could only be a tight, wet, pussy!  Her cock, which by 
now had reached porn-star proportions, slapped my belly as she impaled 
herself on mine!

I wanted to help, but bound as I was, there was little I could do, so I 
relaxed and let her use me.

Use me she did, moaning into my mouth as her pelvis pounded into mine! 
In seconds I was pouring cum deep inside her, groaning through the most 
intense orgasm of my life!

No sooner had I stopped pumping than Patricia stood, still wearing the 
heels and stockings she'd worn to dinner.

"Will you be my slut tonight, Gary?" She whispered with burning 
intensity, "Will you forget about your cock for the rest of the night 
and service mine?"

"Any night, Patricia!" I gasped, still leaking fluid onto my belly, "Any 
day, any hour!"

"If I release you, will you be good?" she asked.

"Yes," I replied, "but may I ask a favor?"

"What?"

"Please don't release me unless you intend to bind me in another 
position..."

She gave me a feral smile, her cock bobbing before her, and said, "I 
just KNEW you and I were going to get along!"

With that, she straddled the chair again, only this time her slimy 
purple cockhead bumped my lips, trailing pre-cum. My tongue extended 
automatically to clean it off, and I found the taste not unpleasant. 
When that enormous rod approached a second time, I opened my mouth to 
accept it.

"Mmmm!" I moaned around her plum, and felt it twitch. Using my lips to 
shield the tender cockflesh from the harshness of my teeth, I leaned 
forward, taking more of it. I knew about the gag reflex from my reading, 
but it was one thing to read about and quite another to try to control 
in real life. I closed my eyes and concentrated, ruthlessly suppressing 
the urge to vomit each time the reflex triggered. I pictured that 
beautiful cock buried deep in my face, it's lovely owner in the throes 
of ecstasy, and in fits and starts, I gradually swallowed every 
steel-hard centimeter of it.

I don't mean to imply that it was easy! By the time my nose flattened 
against Patricia's cute little bowl of a belly, tears were streaming 
down my face! I was still being caught off guard, now and then by the 
gag impulse, but it was getting better.

To my astonishment, my own prick had risen once again! Just the thought 
of this beautiful lady stuffing a huge, natural cock down my throat had 
resurrected me!

I slid backward and reluctantly let her slip from my mouth. I gazed 
upward past those soft, succulent breasts and begged, "Fuck me!" before 
recapturing my prize and sinking once more to its root. This time it was 
easier, at least until Patricia took me at my word, grabbed a double 
handful of my hair, and began stroking vigorously down my throat!

All I could do was ride it out, choking and gagging as she used me like 
a whore!  Fortunately, it wasn't a very long ride, though it seemed like 
it would take forever! No more than a minute after she began, Patricia 
cried out and slammed hard into my face! I could feel her shaft pulsing 
as she pumped load after load directly into my stomach!

"You continue to amaze me, you dear man!" Patricia gasped, her chest 
heaving "When I asked you to be my slut, I didn't think you'd take to it 
with so much enthusiasm!"

"I take to YOU with enthusiasm, Patricia." I said, smiling,"Tomorrow, or 
the next day, or the next, we will see how you take to being MY slut, 
but for tonight, I'm yours to do with as you please!"

"Oooh! Tough talk!" she laughed, "I can hardly wait! But now, I want 
something else. Are you ready for what comes next?"

"Yes, but please," I replied, "do be gentle, at least at first. It 
really is my first time!"

"I wouldn't dream of hurting you!" she said softly, then drew a 
switchblade from her bag and snapped it open!

My ball sack automatically tightened and my eyes got huge, but Patricia 
laughed and cut the rope securing one wrist to the chair.

"I mean it, Gary!" she said, "I just want you in a different position 
for this part!"

I rubbed the circulation back into my hands and feet as the ropes fell 
away, then did some stretches to limber up sore joints.  To my relief, 
instead of more rope, Patricia retrieved a set of fleece-lined leather 
cuffs from the bag, each attached to a length of chain ending in a padlock.

She piled a couple of pillows in the middle of the bed, then turned to 
me, smiling, her flagstaff already at half-mast once again.  Her soft, 
gentle hands guided me to the position in which she wanted me: face down 
with the pillows under my hips. With practiced ease and delicious 
teasing, she soon had me secured, somewhat more comfortably than before, 
thank goodness. I was spread helplessly across the bed as soft hands 
kneaded my back, buttocks and legs.

"Just relax, baby!" Patricia cooed, "You're going to enjoy this!"

Those gentle hands pried my buttocks apart, and I felt warm breath in a 
place that never expected to receive it. Also unexpected was the warm 
wetness of her tongue as it probed insistently at the tight muscular 
ring of my anus! My involuntary tightening, however, quickly gave way to 
trembling acceptance as the wonderful feeling evoked by that illicit 
invasion shot up my spine!

"MMMMmmm!" I groaned into the bedclothes, cocking my hips to allow 
better access!

Playfully, but insistently, that obscenely wet, warm digit coaxed aside 
all resistence, extending further and further into my willing fundament! 
As quickly as it began, it ended, and I found myself pushing my ass at 
the air in an obscene caricature of fucking, trying to recapture that 
wonderful feeling!

I heard a 'SPLURT' behind me and soon felt something cold shocking the 
entrance that had moments before stood open and ready.  The spincter 
once again clamped down in response to the temperature change, but the 
slender finger that wormed its way in had no trouble at all coaxing the 
muscles to give way before it. Much deeper than the tongue before it, 
that insistent probe dug far into my private shit repository!

Oh FUCK! This was out of this world! That slippery digit wriggled and 
explored, touching things that loved to be touched and things that 
cringed at the merest brush of foreign flesh! Oh, this was going to be 
an adventure!  While I marveled at the sensations, a second finger 
insinuated itsef alongside its sister! Dancing and poking into nooks and 
crannies, those two sharp-nailed twigs stirred up my insides and sent 
chills up and down my spine!

A third finger, a brief flash of pain, and another short, wild dance 
inside me! Four fingers, more pain, lasting longer, but OH the sensation 
they aroused, violating my most private place! I cursed all the years my 
wife had refused to experiment, and heaped blessings on Dolores for 
matching me to this wonderful, devilish creature!

Her other hand stroked lightly up and down my revitalized erection, and 
I felt the invader slip deeper, twisting and turning, until her thumb 
rested in the crease of my buttocks, pressed solidly home! She was in me 
to her thumb! I almost came right there, but she released my cock and 
slowly withdrew her hand.

"You're ready for me now, baby!" she whispered, hovering over my back, 
"You're ready to lose your virginity, and become, truly, my slut!"

Hard, pointed nipples brushed my shoulder-blades, and I felt her 
fumbling around near my butt. Then, the soft, warm plum of that 
wonderful, impossible cock nudged its way into the slippery crater of my 
anus.

I WAS ready! Instead of cringing, tightening, fighting, I felt my ring 
open like a flower to welcome her inside! Slowly, steadily that long, 
thick, velvet covered steel bar inched its way into me! It reached the 
point where Patricia's fingers had delved, then continued on. Something 
resisted, deep inside, then gave way with a lurch, and I felt my colon 
invaded! Deeper, impossibly deeper, Patricia drove her wonderful cock 
inside me! I felt the soft brush of pubic hair on my buttocks, but still 
she moved inward! Finally, my buttocks flattened against her belly, she 
could go no further!

I felt like I needed to shit in the worst way, but at the same time 
reveled in the warm, pulsing presence so deep inside me! I was truly 
taken, and I loved it! Then, a new/old sensation began. The long, 
sliding withdrawal, until the ridge of her cockhead tugged at the inside 
of my sphincter!

I heard guttural moaning and realized it was coming from my own throat. 
It changed to a hoarse bellow as that massive plunger charged back in! 
God that felt good!

"Are you ready to be fucked, baby?" Patricia whispered into my ear, "Are 
you my slut?"

"Yes!" I cried, unthinking, "Ravish me! Fuck my slutty ass!"

I FELT like a slut as for the next quarter hour or so, Patricia pounded 
into me, sometimes with long strokes, sometimes with short. I moaned, 
groaned, cried and begged for every thrust, every bruising assault on my 
abused prostate! I had never been a vocal lover, and I wondered where it 
came from, but I could no more stop it than I could stop that conquering 
spear from stabbing repeatedly into my guts!

Hard, soft, slow, fast! Patricia swiveled her hips, forcing things to 
shift inside me as my guts rearranged themselves! I loved every second 
of it!

As her climax approached, Patricia pulled my hips off the pillows and 
grabbed my cock with her still-slippery right hand, and my balls with 
the other! Slamming into me like a pile driver, she mauled my family 
jewels.  Twisting, pulling, squeezing, she abused my rigid dick and 
throbbing balls, and I ate it up! It hurt, but combined with the 
sensations inside me, it was incredibly erotic!

Suddenly, my lover slammed deep into my ass, yanking my cock one way and 
my tortured balls the other, until I thought she would rip them out by 
the roots! Her embedded cock pulsed and jerked inside me, flooding my 
intestines with superheated plasma! Then it hit me! A beautiful woman - 
THIS beautiful woman - was EJACULATING IN MY ASS! Something deep inside 
me clutched, then spat vehemently! My cocktube burned as my own 
ejaculation fought its way through the death grip Patricia's hand had on 
it! Each time I felt another blast from her, my own body let go with one 
of its own, almost as if they were connected!

Finally, Patricia released a huge gust of air from her lungs and 
collapsed on top of me. I lay gasping for air as I savored the aftermath 
of my first no-holds-barred, down-and-dirty, FUCK. My ass milked the 
softening shaft inside, enjoying the softness, but missing already the 
fierce invader from a few moments ago.

There was something comforting about having Patricia's soft, relaxed 
body draped across my back, and I found myself drifting into a pre-sleep 
state in just a few moments, only to be jolted awake as she began to 
withdraw from my ass. The sensation was both familiar and strange, as I 
had many times experienced having something exiting my body via that 
portal, but had never had anything PULLED out of it!

When she finally slipped free, Patricia kissed me warmly on the back of 
my neck, then freed my hands.

"Let's shower." she whispered.

"Your wish is my command, Madam!" I replied.

Patricia unfastened my ankle cuffs and we made our way to the bathroom. 
  I must have been walking strangely, because my backside certainly felt 
different than it had when we returned from dinner.  I felt empty, and 
yet had the urge to take a dump.

The shower was big enough for both of us and we took turns washing each 
other's backs. When Patricia washed mine, she lovingly lathered and 
rinsed my crease as well, playing with the swollen, softened ring of my 
slightly sore anus.

As we dried off and returned naked to the bed, we both knew that some 
things needed to be said.

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