Saturday 5 September 2009

The Broken Toy [erotic fiction]

“Imp, come here”, his voice says. The two of them lie entwined in the grass, which holds on to the last of the summer day's heat. Scattered conversation swells and puddles around us, as all the others settle in for an evening's drinking following the day's drunken picnic and various half-hearted sporting efforts. I raise my head and look at them both, warily. They are both very dominant and have a habit of breaking their toys. I'm lying on my stomach in the longer grass, a few feet away from them, collapsed after having kicked off my shoes and danced barefoot, aided by considerable amounts of gin and cider. I'm feeling deliciously vulnerable and very delicate, and wonder how it would feel to be their broken toy.

I've hesitated too long and her hand reaches out towards me, beckoning. Her nails are cut short and square, although her fingers are strong and slender, and I wonder what it would feel like to have them inside me. A little shudder goes through me and I inch slowly towards them. His arm lazily uncurls from her waist and he cups my chin in his hand, tilting it towards him. My face turns up like a flower in the sunshine, then a shadow, a moment of foreshadow, touches me, and I shudder again. She has moved to block the view of the other people and unseen, he leans in to kiss me. As his lips touch mine, her hand grips my throat from behind, and I feel my stomach clench. His tongue slides oh so gently inside my mouth and he strokes the inside of my lips, licking and exploring, while his other hand viciously digs into my leg, leaving instant bruises. I feel her nipples hard against my back. My own nipples harden, so sensitive, feeling the rough fabric of his clothing pressing against them through my top, through my underwear.

Surely the other people can see what they are doing to me…but no-one seems to have noticed, all involved as they are with their own conversations, their awareness dulled by alcohol. I stop caring, stop thinking, relaxing into the pain, the calm washing through me as my pulse and heat rises, my own desire meeting theirs. She slides her hands into my clothing, underneath my clothing, and she's unhooking my bra. It falls forward, held in place by the weight of my breasts against the silk dress, the dark of my nipples visible through the thin fabric. She cups each breast in her hand, rolling and pinching the flesh. Little quivers are running through me now and I can hear my breathing change. He is pulling me forward into his arms, away from her, but I don't want to go and struggle a little. He calms me by tightening his grip on my wrists, and pulls me so that I am sprawled over his legs, perfectly positioned for his fingers to explore my buttocks. His hand is slipping under my clothing, running lightly over my skin. I'm shivering all over now, and each time he runs his hand up my leg and over my bottom he pulls my clothing higher, revealing more of my hold up fishnet stockings and ruffled knickers.

His breathing is shallow and rapid…gradually the conversations around us are tailing off, heads lifting, as they all becomes aware of the scene happening right there in front of them. I can't care anymore, my desire has become need, a prickling all over my body, the skin on my buttocks tingling and the impatience rising from me in waves. Please, please, please I think, barely daring to hope, let alone ask for what I need. Gently he pats my behind, a caress with a hint of slap. She slides her hands inside my knickers and pulls them down, inch by slow inch. Little groans are coming from my mouth, I'm no longer in command of myself, I've let go all conscious thought. I am entirely in their hands, suspended in their control.

I writhe without even realising I'm doing so, until I feel his hardness under my naked pussy. He's so hard, so hot for me, and I'm giving myself little pulses of pleasure by grinding my hips against his clothed cock, even as his pats become slaps, become smacks, become spanks. His hand comes down, an irregular rhythm which comes and goes, building, decreasing, building, I'm going out of my fucking mind with pleasure and pain, my hands are clenching the grass, the earth, in spasms, until he wrenches them behind my back and holds them in one of his strong hands.

She's moved in front of me and slid her knickers down, she pushes her legs underneath my torso, supporting my upper body, and while he works on me still, she positions my head so that it's between her white and beautiful thighs. I suckle, kiss and lick my way to her centre, then stroke slowly with my tongue each swollen lip in turn. I push strong strokes of my tongue onto her clit, running upwards, then jab my tongue inside her, flicking and nibbling. The pain of the spanking is reaching its peak, I can't bear much more, the bruising spreads, red and purple across each cheek. I convulsively tighten and release, tighten and release the muscles in my pelvis as I suck her clit, my arms still held behind me. She tangles her hands in my hair, pulling me in deeper.

She is close, close to her own peak. She takes my breasts into her hands and slaps them, holds them, feeling their weight, then slaps them again. She hits me in the face, hard, with the open palm of her hand, and it brings her even closer to the edge. In the same moment, his hand delivers one final, almost unbearably painful smack to my buttocks, and then delves deep into the warm and soaking space between my legs. I am going to come, I can't help myself, even though I haven't been fucked yet, and I need to be, so very much need to be fucked, properly fucked with a hot and swollen cock thrusting inside me jamming into my pussy, deep and hard and fucking me, fucking me painfully and roughly, deep into me. I need it NOW but I can't hold on any longer for it, I open my mouth, and into the suffocating flesh I cry out as wave after wave of spasms wash through me, my pussy clenching and releasing, squeezing his fingers as they frantically move back and forth within me. The sound finishes her, wetness gushes into my mouth, she tips her head back and moans as I suck still on her swollen clit, feeling the pulse jump frantically.

Just as I think I'm finished I'm thrown down, pinned down on the ground as she sprawls backwards, replete, and he takes me very hard and very roughly from behind. He takes less than a second to unbuckle himself, shove down his trousers far enough to get his aching cock out and bear down into me, hips pounding, fucking me like I wished for, more than I wished for, he's so big and so swollen that it hurts me, especially when I'm so sensitive having just come so hard. The pain is blissful, and I feel myself tightening around him, as he rams in and out of me, crushing me beneath him, painting me in dirt and grass stains. His hands go around my hips and between my legs, holding me tighter so he can fuck me even deeper, and grinding his fingers into my clit. I'm coming again, and scream out his name, but find my mouth full of her as she kisses me, deep and full, her tongue flicking out of my mouth in rhythm with his cock between my thighs. Three final thrusts and he's exploded into me, I can feel the hot and sticky spurt of his come deep, deep inside. He goes limp and his full weight falls on top of me, as she withdraws too, leaning around me to rest her head against him as they both lie, collapsed, their combined weight heavy above me, pressing me down into the dusty, sticky earth.

They smile at each other and look at me, filthy, bruised, my pussy battered, my lips sore and bitten, my cheeks flushed, my eyes glazed. She smiles. “I think we broke our toy”, she says to him.

“I think we did”, he answers. And I'm too broken to reply.