Porn Again, A Novel-Part Eight

CONTINUED FROM PART SEVEN...

The joint blazed softly as Candy took another hit from it, perfuming her mental state as well as the room in subtle tones of the finest sativa blend Marcus’ connections in California could supply. She had to give it to him; he knew exactly how to re-introduce her to things she hadn’t experienced since college. His presence, swagger, and confidence gave her a buzz that rivaled the marijuana, she blew smoke down on his fully erect cock before sucking him slowly in between subtle bites. Passing the joint to him as he reclined back on the bed, she continued taking in her newfound communion, licking, stroking, and sucking every veiny inch of him…forcing him to submit. She could feel him twitching and moaning with every stroke. They’d been at it for over an hour, evident by half-burned candles along with sheets strewn about and haphazard. The room filled with the aroma of lust and marijuana smoke; she needed this release to burn away all the repressed anguish from earlier.

Candy continued sucking him harder and harder, followed by a sharper bite on the tip of his cock. Marcus responded by flipping her over, placing her firmly above him as his tongue became her saddle and he could dine on her, as he liked. Pulling her hair back, she placed herself firmly between his thighs, pulling him deeper into her throat and forcing in as much as she could take. Marcus enjoyed himself, slowly tasting the folds of her wetness. Softly kissing, licking her lips followed by stroking his tongue deep inside, he quickly grew in tune with her rhythm. She began to grind on his face softly…then harder as his tongue started to switch back and forth between her pussy and tight little ass. She erupted with a soft moan as the feel of his tongue slithered its way deeper into her asshole.

Damn… Happy wouldn’t go anywhere near her asshole, thinking it was sinful. She’d never experienced anything like this…

***

“I’m telling you, you’ve never experienced anything like this,” she beamed as the waiter escorted them to their table.

Vincent’s was an authentic Italian restaurant located in the Uptown section of New Orleans. A much-needed refuge from Lucky and Kitty’s antics, this was more like it. Happy hadn’t had a decent cooked meal since, well forever. Any tension he may have felt about meeting with Delphine was now soon smoothed over. She looked just as striking as ever, turning quite a few heads in the quaint and packed establishment. Reminiscent of something from an episode of The Sopranos, Frank Sinatra bellowed from the overhead speakers as couples and families engaged in conversation over drinks and some of the finest Italian cuisine one could find in the city. Happy felt out of place as far as wardrobe went. Crappy casual as usual, with only a modest blazer covering his trusty white button-down shirt, Delphine’s reassuring hand calmed him a little.

“Trust me,” she said. “You will taste amazing flavors here.”

***

Marcus continued, licking the rim of Candy’s ass and burying his tongue deeper inside while pulling her closer. In turn, she matched his rhythm and intensity, massaging his balls while nearly gagging on him. All the repression, guilt, and fury dissipated into a frenzy of mad passion and crazed lust whenever she was with him.

She’d been shackled by modern everyday life for far too long. Her grip tightened harder on the base of his cock, she licked and sucked him even harder until he’d had enough. Marcus jumped up, quickly bending her over and smacking her ass. She winced a little from the sting of his strong dark hands leaving bruises across her ivory flesh. Grabbing a handful of her hair, he slowly entered her from behind.

“Take it deeper,” he commanded.

This was a challenge that she’d braced herself for. Marcus was bigger than Happy and any other guy she’d ever been with…and in every way. Inch by slow inch marched through her wetness, penetrating her deeply until she had to stop.

“Did I say you could stop?” he asked, following that up with a sharp smack on her ass. “Take it deeper.”

She’d never really taken him this deep before. He made her feel like a virgin all over again; his thickness filling her and causing sensations she’d never known were possible. He softly and slowly traced his fingers along her spine, all the way down to her ass, and followed it up with another sharp smack. The sensations sent a chill surging through her spine, sharp electricity marching its way from the base of her through her shoulder blades down to her fingertips. Gripping the sheets intensely, she managed to stifle her moans by biting the soft fabric, clenching harder and harder as he continued to smack her.

“Did I say you could stop?”

***

“Ok stop!” Delphine nearly screamed in between sips of wine.

Their playful and witty banter started attracting attention from the other people in the restaurant as waiters buzzed to and fro. Happy had to admit; regaling her with tales of his adventures at the store so far was a nice bit of therapy. It was nice to talk to someone who wasn’t either making fun of him or gearing him up to do something that he would soon regret.

“You mean the guy thought he could return it?” she asked.

“That’s disgusting! You men are ridiculous!”

“No ma’am, stop right there. I’m quickly beginning to find out that some of you women are just as bad. I had a woman come in a few hours after that trying to return…”

Happy looked around the room, getting closer to whisper his next comment. Delphine leaned in closer, eager to hear more gossip. That perfume called to him once again.

“A pair of anal beads. Yeah, she claimed that she got the wrong color by accident. She wanted pink instead.”

Delphine erupted with laughter once again.

“Well, I’m happy you find it so funny that this is what I now have to deal with daily. And it’s all thanks to my no-good brother as usual. Not that I can do much complaining at this point. Can’t exactly go back to Florida, now can I?”

“Oh come on Hap, lighten up a little. I’m sure your brother was just doing what he thought was best to help you out. You’ll have to admit; it is certainly a bit more interesting than pushing Bibles and bookmarks to people who may not necessarily have even believed in that stuff before.”

“So I take it you’re not the most ardent Christian?”

Delphine took a moment, sipping a bit of wine.

“Well if what you mean by ‘belief’ is believing in some old man in the sky who’s going to send you to Hell for every little impulse you may feel, then no, I don’t believe in that. I don’t think it’s any more natural than our preconceived notions of monogamy.”

***

Candy tried to catch her breath, beads of sweat dripping down her brow. The sheets were wet with their lust and nearly sticking to the two of them, she’d never felt so open in her life. With every teasing inch, she wanted to open herself more, welcoming him deeper…making a home for him deep inside.

“Good girl,” he whispered, slowly tracing his fingers deeper down her spine as he slowly entered her again…teasing her. “That’s a good girl.”

The vision of her bent over, working harder with each stroke to take more of him inside was the ultimate turn-on; her wetness creaming all over the base of his cock made him want her even more. He pulled her hair back harder, giving her another sharp slap.

“That’s a good girl. Deeper…”

***

“But don’t you think it’s better, and more Christian-like to find that special someone; that one person who stands above all others and will love you endlessly?”

“Oh my God Happy, you sound like such a little lost lap dog,” she remarked. “Look at you man. You’re sitting here extolling the virtues of a marriage that has sucked everything masculine out of you. Women like confidence, swagger, and a man who’s in control. You’ve lost that.”

He reclined back into his seat, drowning his growing shame in wine.

“Oh don’t look so defeated, I’m only teasing. To answer your question, I’ll follow up with one of my own. Why is it that while in the pursuit of this ‘all-consuming love’ that we’re trained to want by Hollywood and romance novels, we tend to attribute God-like qualities to human beings?”

“Meaning?”

“Meaning, all too often we look for that ‘special one’ who will always be there, never turn away from us and love us until the end of time. What we’re doing is ascribing what we know as a God-like quality to people who are simply human. And like all humans, we are all both flawed and sinful by nature…”

***

Back at Lucky’s condo, he and Kitty were firmly entrenched in a bit of sinful, carnal lust of their own. Kitty double-checked the knots that held Lucky firmly tied to the bedposts while leaning over, allowing him to kiss and lick her breasts. From beneath one of the pillows, she pulled forth a blindfold and tied it around his head. Playful, sensual kisses soon turned to biting as she made her way down his body, kissing his chest.

Lucky relaxed a little, succumbing to the overwhelming sensations growing more intense. Completely devoid of sight, everything felt sharper, more electric…more primal. Another bite of his lip, followed by Kitty’s tongue softly tracing the surface of his lips pleased him. Pleasure was soon followed by sharp, stinging pain as the burn of candle wax dripped down the middle of his chest. Edible candles; strong in scent and sweet as fresh caramel, she followed the stinging sensation by slowly dripping champagne on him…licking and sucking away.

Repeating the pattern again and again, Kitty continued making her way down his naked body to his erect cock. The sensations overwhelmed him, his toes began to curl…

***

“So you don’t believe in pure, natural love?” Happy asked.

“I couldn’t disagree with you more,” she exclaimed. “Joseph and I completely believe in free, natural love. We believe in and share love the way it was supposed to be experienced…freely. We don’t believe in being confined to this archaic and rigid moral code you know as ‘religion’. Why should we deny ourselves the very urges, impulses, and desires that make us human simply because society says it’s not right? We’ll discriminate and kill each other over this notion of God, but then we’ll scream moral outrage over the notion of unconventional sex. It’s one of the biggest hypocrisies ever.”

Happy took a moment to digest her words. He’d never heard anything like this before.

“A wise man once said that there’s just enough religion in the world to make men hate one another, but not enough to make them love,” she continued.

The waiter approached their table, placing a rather decadent appetizer before them. Delphine picked up a sample, motioning for Happy to come closer.

“You have to try this. The flavor in this is amazing. Taste…”

***

Marcus gripped both sides of Candy’s hips, thrusting deeper inside her, fucking her like she always wanted to be fucked. To hell with right or wrong, this was always what she desired most. Grunts and groans danced with stifled screams, as he pressed further into her. Deeper and deeper he went, smacking her ass and pounding her intensely. Candy gripped the sheets harder, pulling her way to the edge of the bed and over until one of her hands pounded the floor in ecstasy. Marcus yanked back on her hair, pulling her back onto the bed.

“Get back here. Don’t run away from me.”

Pushing her face down into the bed, he lowered his full body weight onto her, climbing deeper inside her…all the way inside. Candy erupted with a scream as he pressed the full length of his cock against her, his balls pressed firmly against her ass. There was nowhere to go…nowhere to hide. She wanted salvation and she would get a taste of Heaven and burn for it all the same. He grabbed her neck, turning her around to see his face. Completely deep inside her, with every inch of him softly throbbing, Candy could feel his heartbeat beating deep within her. The sensation was so intense, he could feel her growing dizzy, struggling to catch her breath.

“Open your eyes and look at me,” he commanded. She obliged.

As he lay there, firmly pressed inside her, he placed two fingers inside her mouth, making her suck on them. She could feel the subtle tremors of his cock deep inside her…the calm before the storm. He inched even closer, causing her to whimper a bit as he gave her the sweetest kiss on her cheek. It burned with an almost angelic innocence.

“Look at me,” he whispered.

Her eyes met his.

“You’re mine now.”

With those words, he gripped her throat, wildly fucking her like a madman, pumping harder and harder with his full weight on her. She needed to be taught a lesson…

***

Happy took in her words as she continued to feed him. “I guess I’ve just never heard anything like this before.”

“But you want to feel safe; to feel loved and protected, right?”

He nodded.

“Yes, in a way. I think everyone wants that.”

“And you think that monogamy can do that for you?”

He didn’t respond. She had him stumped.

“If that were truly the case, then why are so many marriages in America falling to the wayside of divorce? The bitter truth is this Hap, modern love, and marriage in America is nothing more than lust and convenience…conveniently masked by this charade we call monogamy. We use religious doctrine combined with this fantasy of true, monogamous love to protect ourselves from the very real truth that we are all slaves to our impulses. We see something we like and we want it. It’s perfectly natural, but our moral code tells us it’s wrong. Forbidden fruit and all that…”

***

Making him eagerly anticipate what was to come, Kitty pulled a box out of a small, pink bag next to the bed. The shiny black box read LELO ODEN 2. Lucky soon felt a small surge rub against the shaft of his cock as she turned the small, sleek device on. Slow, steady vibrations followed by intense pulsating patterns coupled with Kitty sucking him deeper began to stir his senses further. She continued to rub the vibrations against his skin, teasing him with a myriad of pulse patterns courtesy of the small remote. He could feel the vibrations on his shaft; slow and subtle followed by harder and faster…and then once more.

The absence of vision made him even more of a slave to his impulses…and to her. She continued to suck him slowly, followed by pressing the small vibrator near the base of his cock. After teasing him once more, she wrapped the curved end of the device around his shaft. Clutching the remote in her hand, Kitty climbed on top of him, easing him further inside her…deeper.

With a click of each button, she rode him in tune with the vibrations buzzing around his ever-growing cock. This was a trick she’d been saving- one he hadn’t been told about. Between the rush of her slick wet folds sucking and swallowing him whole, the adrenaline buzzing from the vibrator strengthened the veins deep within him, tightening his muscles and making him rigid. Soft and slow, hard and faster she alternated, switching up the pulse patterns in the remote, which also vibrated. Rubbing the soft, fleshy silicone remote across the surface of her flesh up to her erect nipples, Kitty continued to ride him harder, forcing him to grab at the restraints. He tried to free himself, but there was no use. Muscles tightening, breathing intensifying as the vibrations surged through the tight skin of him, he was certainly her slave indeed.

***

“That car you drive,” Delphine continued. “I would imagine there’s insurance on that, right?”

Happy nodded.

“And I’d also imagine you probably have health insurance, in case you get sick, right?”

“Of course,” he replied, unsure of where this was going.

“Don’t you find it a bit interesting how we will go out of our way to insure material possessions and the like without question? Yet when it comes to the most fragile thing of all; the heart…well, we leave that wide out in the open for danger. And to think we do it because we have faith in something as farcical as modern monogamy.”

Happy studied her words intensely. The waiter returned with their main courses. Flavorful aromas and the most decadent sights now rested between them. Delphine stroked the stem of her wine glass while sampling a bit of calamari.

“It’s the crash we all see coming,” she continued. “But we pretend that we don’t. We pretend it won’t come for us. We think that we’re special; that somehow the one we’ve chosen to be with won’t eventually fall victim to the very same impulses that bind us all…”

***

Candy’s screams reached new heights as Marcus pounded her like there was no tomorrow, fucking her savagely with every inch of himself. His balls slapping against the wet lips of her pussy, he squeezed tighter on her neck as he fucked her. The passion burned them both. Her gasps for air growing stronger coupled with the throbbing veins in her neck only encouraged him further. This was indeed what she wanted…but how much could she take? Faster and faster, deeper and deeper he drove inside, moaning and screaming with her…

***

Kitty arched her back, slamming down harder on Lucky as the vibrations continued. One wave of pulsating tremors after another, his stamina was taken to levels he’d never reached before. He wasn’t used to being dominated like this. The poor man almost thought he was falling in love. His breathing grew more intense with each thrust, Kitty squeezed every inch of him hard as she clicked the remote once more, unleashing a rushing wave of pulsations that made him squirm until he could no longer take it. She squeezed tighter, waiting for him to explode…

***

Marcus continued; dark ebony flesh merged with sweaty ivory skin, riding Candy like a jockey. Screams from both of them climaxed, as he pressed forward, exploding deep inside her…

***

“And sweetheart, let me tell you,” Delphine continued. “When that crash comes, and eventually it will, you’ll find yourself naked, emotionally vulnerable…and still a slave to impulses you wished you’d acted on anyway.”

***

TO BE CONTINUED IN PART NINE...