Realities Apart

         Cindy raised her eyebrows in surprise. “Looks like somebody’s happy to see me…” Daniel smiled. Her cerulean eyes remained wide and transfixed, locked to the source of her wonder. “Too big for you?” Daniel asked. He felt his member grow larger before this woman’s eyes, cocking vertical, a long, swollen beam of muscle and vein.
         Cindy’s eyes narrowed. Rubbing her lips together, brows furrowed in mock thought, she took a step closer. “Why don’t you bring that big boy over here?” She cast her gaze downward once more. A dark smiled touched her face. But Daniel held his ground. “I don’t know if you can handle it.”
         Cindy laughed. She made her way to the bed, lowering her bare bottom to the front edge. When she was situated, comfortably perched on the fringe of the mattress, she opened her long thighs, and, feet dangling inches from the floor, pursed her lips. She cocked her hips forward then, and Daniel caught a glimpse of the slope between her legs, a small slit, clean-shaven, awaiting his entry. “I’ve got a place you can put it,” she whispered.
         That was all the encouragement he needed. He came to her in one stride, his hands on her pelvis, tongue in her mouth. Cindy received his kisses graciously, and as her glossy lips rolled against him, she guided his straining phallus homeward. The pole of muscle permeated gently, causing the skin to bulge, slipping cleanly inside as Cindy’s vagina conformed to its girth. She broke lips as soon as he came to a full head, and she gazed downward. “You sure are big…”
         Daniel ignored her remark and pulled her upwards, toward the head of the mattress. Cindy gasped as he jerked his hips. “God, fuck condoms…” she murmured, tossing her head back in exasperation against the pillow. With a satisfied smiled, she closed her eyes, and allowed Daniel to have his will. As the coils of the mattress began to jolt, Cindy grew aware of the sensation she had come to love. It started in her toes, tingling first hot and then cold, and as the moments ensued, it diffused, gaining strength up through her feet and legs, eventually reaching her thighs, and then, as her body turned moist with sweat, it exploded at the apex of her inner legs, sending shivers reverberating through her body.
         Her toes twitched and furled as she went for the ride, the flesh around her womanhood undoubtedly blushed, succumbing to the fervor or Daniel’s wild and forceful thrusts.
         Cindy kept her eyelids closed as the minutes wore on. She could feel the undeniable power of the man atop her and inside her. His slick, hardened muscles crashed against her relentlessly, like waves on a shore, forcing the air right out of her lungs, mashing and flattening her breasts as she gasped ecstatically for more. The sensation had taken firm grip by now, and Cindy clasped his wet, shuddering torso to her chest. She squealed as his sharp member knifed through her orifice; his breathing was turning to grunts, his motions still ever so fluid and potent.
          “I love that, baby” she murmured, opening her eyes at last to see him. The bed undulated all around her, the covers torn free and discarded, and the wooden mantle clanking oddly against the wall. It was like braving a storm, surviving a torrent. As Daniel cocked her thigh upwards, into the air, Cindy felt a contraction deep within.
         There was a second of time, frozen in place, and then reality resumed, and Cindy was breathing heavily, feeling that blissful pole of muscle moving inside her. She absorbed the breadth of body atop her. His large shoulders shook methodically, muscles flaring, sinew convulsing. Down below, his lower back rose and fell; her eyes noted the continuous quake of tissue, buttocks undulating up and down, her white thighs emanating from beneath his masculine frame. It fascinated Cindy to watch. Her legs seemed detached, separated from her body, quivering and shaking along the bed sheets, under their own volition, utterly helpless and yet, at the same time, dependent upon the body that moved between them.
         The whole thing left Cindy pleasantly enthralled. A heat seemed to sweep over her, and she plopped her head back down, unable to bear further witness. The turgid feel inside her body was growing stronger; Cindy was wet on the outside too, sweat making Daniel’s thrusts almost effortless. His motions no longer crushed her, and in fact, it was as if he was merely gliding, against her and through her.
         The pleasure was a wave, building in a crescendo. It consumed her whole body now, but it was ballooning to new heights, swelling large and great. The feel between her thighs resonated deep within, almost to her bellybutton. It reminded her of feeling a smooth rock, moistened with water, curving upward like a boomerang, the occasional unevenness of its surface leaving imprints along her walls.
         Cindy ushered a controlled breath. The pulse of blood to her womanhood was leaving her hazy. She winced slightly, feeling a sharp tear between her thighs, but immediately her attention was wrenched from the source, and she gazed to her chest, pleasantly surprised to find Daniel’s mouth around her breast. Cindy’s engorged nipple gyrated against his tongue—she loved the sensation it produced, it was mind-reeling.
          “You’re so naughty!” she chided, clutching her partner’s shoulders. His saliva pooled at her areolas, mixing with her womanly sweat. He sucked hard, reacting to her challenge, the weight of his body suddenly shifting upwards onto her chest. Cindy was exhilarated, and she emitted a shrill moan. Her legs fastened around his hips, intertwining at the ankles, and she knew that the wave was cresting.
         Daniel’s face contorted, and he jerked back. His back cocked upwards, at roughly a 90 degree angle to the bed, yanking Cindy along with him. They were now nearly sitting in bed, Cindy’s firm thighs around Daniel’s back, half of his phallus embedded in her outlet, her vulva stretching and shaking as he battered.
         Up until this point, Cindy had remained subservient to her partner’s actions, but now was not the time to concede. She fought back, skewering her hips, half-moaning, half-laughing as Daniel’s penis struck her G-spot. The feeling that swept her body made her nearly double over, but she held her ground, delirious and delighted, eyeing that massive pole of muscle and capillaries that gave her so much pleasure.
         Thrust after thrust, bodies quaking, moans and cries now emanating almost uncontrollably. Cindy tossed her hair back as she pulled in the opposite direction; the move was successful, and she felt an immediate splurge of fluid, small but undeniable, splash across her labia. “Fuck me,” she groaned.
         Daniel stared downward at their union, his face twisted in a merciless grin. “You like that?” he heaved. He thundered inward, Cindy’s vagina defenseless against him. “You…fucking…like that?” She threw her arms around him, cradling him. He burrowed his head into her chest, tongue in her cleavage. She gasped. He groaned. She cried. He groaned.
         And then, hoisting her upwards by the buttocks, a hand on each cheek, Daniel gave his ultimate jolt. Cindy tossed her head back, arched her spine, stared to the ceiling, eyes open and unseeing, and screamed. The ejaculation was immediate, sweeping like a tsunami, all at once. She felt the head of his phallus drain empty, semen coating her vaginal tissue, the fluid leaking outward and onto her thighs and bed.
         He clasped her in his arms as the fluid depleted. Slowly they swayed, saying nothing, catching their breaths, bodies aching and sore. Like that, it was over.

                   Daniel lied in bed while Cindy dressed. She slipped back into her lingerie, carefully reattaching the garter straps to her thong and stockings, and then locating her bra. When at last she had both cups on, she turned to face Daniel, and smiling contently, gave him a wink. “I didn’t forget about you,” she said, waving a finger, and she headed over to her purse on the drawer. She rummaged through her purse for a moment, and then turned to face him. “How much do I owe you?” Daniel shrugged his shoulders. “Normally I would say $200, but I’d say you fucked better than I did.” He released a sigh. “Let’s call it $150…and I’ll be expecting another visit from you in the future…” Cindy laughed. “God, yes. That big boy of yours is a weapon!” Daniel allowed himself a chuckle. “Every woman deserves the best.”
         Cindy shook her head in awe. “If only my husband could fuck half as good as that..” She handed the money to Daniel and walked back to her purse. She glanced into the mirror and began to apply lipstick. Daniel eyed her silently, his eyes roving her sexy little physique.
          “You should see my husband,” she said. She laughed at the thought. “He barely gets it up. That poor bastard, comes home from work and he’s so stressed out, sex is the last thing he can do…” She brushed her hair back behind her ears. “He’s not a bad guy, you know. But I’m 26 for christ sakes, I need a guy who can satisfy me. I have needs like anybody else.”
         Daniel nodded knowingly, but his mind was somewhere else. He couldn’t stop looking at Cindy. She was only one of many women who had come before, but there was something about her. Something stuck in his mind; the way she swiveled those stout, petite, little hips. The way her breathing became shriller as she climaxed, until at last she had practically gripped him in a vice, gasping into his neck. She had great tits too. They didn’t sag or droop. They were fleshy and real, yet so rounded, nicely spaced, delivering a sumptuous cleavage.
          “Sometimes I feel bad about the man,” Cindy continued, rambling on about her damn husband. “He’s so clueless. As far as he’s concerned, I’m just his little trophy housewife—a housewife he barely has the energy to fuck at night.” She shook her head with a belittling laugh.
         Daniel could tell that she cared about her husband, that some part of her, somewhere inside, regretted doing this. That was too bad, though, because she was Daniel’s now. Once women had his cock, they could never go back. “He thinks I’m at the country club,” Cindy said. “I’ve really got to be going, actually. I should probably give him a call, just to let him know I’m on my way home.” She reached into her purse and withdrew her cell phone.
         Suddenly she stopped. Daniel’s hand slipped about her waist. She turned slightly. He had come from behind; his bare body was pressed against her. She could feel his rippling pectorals, his hard, distinguished abdomens. Cindy bit back the desire. She couldn’t indulge it. Not now, not again. She had to be going. She had to get home or her husband would begin to worry.
         Daniel leaned inward, pressing his lips gently to her ear. “How about sticking around?” he whispered. He smiled at Cindy’s face, the attempt to hide her emotion, her obvious lust for his body. She began to shake her head slowly, but she stopped.
         Once again, Cindy felt that great pole of muscle. It raised ever slightly, the slick head nudging into the valley of her lower back. Her heart fluttered as she reminisced. She could feel the veins of his phallus swimming with new blood. The muscle was growing larger. “I can’t…” she choked.
         Daniel smiled. Her body was turning weak in his arms. He could feel it, beginning already. Her will to resist was melting away. He guided his fingers downward. Cindy’s gaze followed the path of his hands. She watched, wordlessly, as he caressed the flesh along her inner thigh. Daniel pressed his lips to her neck, laying a kiss on her jugular. Cindy moved her head to the side, away from him, but Daniel was undeterred. His hands resumed work, snapping the garter straps one by one, ears listening as Cindy’s breathing became heavy.
          “Don’t fight it,” he urged, whispering again into her ear. “Your body wants it.” When the last garter strap fell loose, he towed the stockings to her ankles. Cindy remained silent, but she lifted her feet, and with a small flick, cast the pantyhose to the side. Daniel smiled.
         He slipped his hands back up, grazing the smooth flesh of her legs. Instead of stopping at her thong line, he continued the ascension, reaching his final destination atop her shoulders. Cindy swayed against him. “Daniel…” He pressed his finger to her lips. Her wide blue eyes scanned his face, and, smiling, he guided the straps of her bra to each shoulder’s edge. He allowed them to fall over the small, bony slope, and Cindy breathed a sigh as he removed the cups.
         His finger now revisited an area he had only partially explored before. Rolling each nipple between his index finger and thumb, Daniel issued a soft squeeze to each breast. The nipples hardened against his fingers, each breast contracting and then expanding as he groped them. “Daniel….stop…” Cindy pleaded. But there was little assertion in her voice, and she whimpered as he pulled her tightly against him.
         His hands returned quickly to her thong line. He gave it a sharp tug and a pull, and then it was gone, cascading downward to the rug. Cindy mumbled under her breath as she saw it go, but she did nothing to stop it. Daniel knew that she wanted it. She could say anything at all, but Daniel knew that her body was his.
         He fingered her vulva with both hands, and Cindy gasped. He saw her chest swell with a breath, and then he pushed inside, his fingers entering into the wetness of her vagina. He rubbed her clit rather vigorously; he loved the feel of it, having his hand in her pussy. It was still sticky from before, sticky from semen—his semen.
         Cindy murmured for him to stop, but even as she did, she reached out to hold him. She grabbed his hands with her own, and jerked them back and forth. Daniel groaned as her fingers guided his own up and down against her vaginal walls. He could feel the fluid building in his member.
         Waiting no more, he withdrew his hands from between her legs. Cindy fell silent as he did so, but he was already too quick, and before she could inquire, he had her by the rear. His fingers dug into the rosy, plump cheeks. With force, Daniel forced them to part, opening up an unexplored means of entry. Suddenly, Cindy knew what was about to happen. “Daniel, wait!” she cried, still catching her breath. But it was too late.
         His phallus aligned, he gave one, singular thrust. Cindy’s body shuddered with the incredible plunge, and her back jerked upright, the force charging right up her spine.
         Cindy felt an abrupt twitch from the head of his penis, and she knew that his orgasm was imminent. She braced herself for the flood, but as she did, she heard a high-pitched jive from somewhere in the room. “Goddamit!” Daniel screamed, and he yanked himself out. Cindy fell backward with the abrupt motion, landing square on her rear.
         He bent down by the base of the bed and picked up a cell phone—his cell phone. Daniel pushed it to his ear, and answered. Suddenly his voice was smooth and calm, the emotion of what had just happened disappearing on cue. “Yes?” he said. “Of course, of course. In a little bit.” Cindy watched as he stood talking, his erect phallus gradually returning to normal size. “I’m almost done,” Daniel said. He nodded his head, smiling. He seemed jovial and upbeat, a far cry from the dark, seductive confidence he had displayed just seconds ago. “You know it, babe. Ok… Alright…” He nodded again. “Bye.” He clicked the button to end the call, and tossed the phone to the floor. Daniel issued a great sigh. Cindy eyed him cautiously. “You sure have a lot of customers, don’t you?” Daniel shook his head. Cindy frowned. “You’re telling me you don’t have a lot of customers?”
         Daniel shook his head again. “No, no….it’s not that.” Cindy raised an eyebrow in question. “What is it?” Daniel turned to see her. This time he stared her right in the eye.
                   “That was my wife. I’m late for dinner.”