Ann Mayburn - Sodom and the Phoenix

“Suck his dick like a lollipop, little flame,” Bryan panted as he continued to breech her.

A tear trickled down her cheek, but she did as she was told, immersing herself in the feel of Danny’s cock, breathing in the scent of his musk when her lips met the base of his shaft and her nose brushed his balls. Danny began to suck directly on her clit, and she found herself pushing back onto Bryan’s cock, relaxing and opening herself for him.

The pain and pleasure began to merge, making her entire body buzz with a rush of adrenaline and hormones that rivaled the strongest of drugs. Her awareness shrank down to the mouth on her pussy, the cock pushing into her bottom, and the dick pulsing in her mouth.

Danny captured the tip of her clit between his teeth and bit down, sending her shooting into her orgasm. She arched and shivered between them, the blasting waves of her orgasm seeming to start in her abused anus, rebound to her aching clit, and then spinning back again. Bryan kept pace with her contractions, fully buried all the way in her ass.

Like a cat eating cream, Danny continued to torment her pussy as Bryan shuttled his cock in and out of her bottom with increasing speed. Gagging slightly, she tried to keep pace with Danny as he began to shove his cock into her mouth, fucking her face like it was a pussy. The knowledge that she was being so roughly used turned her on immensely. These men fucked her with complete confidence, and she loved it. There were no timid questions of if she was okay or if she liked it. No, they took their pleasure from her willing flesh and gave her more in return than she’d ever imagined was possible.

Danny froze beneath her, the hard muscles of his stomach trembling against her breasts as he tensed. She jerked him with her hand, licking the tip of his cock like it was an ice cream cone. In return he sucked on her clit and used her pussy to muffle his groans. The first hot shot of his seed splashed onto her tongue, and she moaned.

Bryan’s cock throbbed in her ass as his movements became jerky and erratic. “That’s it. Eat every fucking drop of his cum.”

She did as he ordered, trying not to let one bit of the hot liquid escape her lips as her impending orgasm built and built with each thrust. Danny twitched and danced beneath her, tilting her hips up and helping Bryan to fuck her. She collapsed onto Danny’s thighs, gently suckling his relaxing dick as Bryan continued to use her. Danny shifted, and Bryan made a choking sound of pleasure. “Oh fuck. Tanwen, he’s licking my balls clean of your cum while I fuck you.”

That image, that utterly rough and forbidden knowledge had her slamming her ass back into him as she came, the burning pain in her bottom so intense she knew that if they were in the real world she would be bleeding. She took all of Bryan’s pain, all his pleasure, everything he had to give and screamed her release into the sky. Bryan joined her a moment later, the pumping jerks of his cock soothing her abused anal passage.

They froze like that, each making little sounds of raw pleasure as Bryan’s cock softened in her ass. He gently pulled out, and she winced, but the endorphin high kept her floating. Danny literally purred beneath her, turning her so she lay in his arms. Bryan collapsed onto the snow next to them and cuddled her tight, raining kisses over her shoulders and neck.

Danny spoke first, his voice cracking as he said, “Bryan, you have got to be the luckiest son of a bitch on earth to find a woman like this.”

Bryan chuckled but held Tanwen closer, his heart thundering against her back. “I know. Isn’t she perfect?”

A powerful rush of emotion blazed through her, feeling all too much like love.

Her throat constricted, and his arms suddenly felt like chains around her. No, this wasn’t right. She couldn’t fall for him. This was just a fling, a vacation romance. That warm, wonderful feeling couldn’t be real. She couldn’t let it, wouldn’t let it take root. Falling in love with Bryan was completely unacceptable and would only lead to a broken heart when they parted ways in three days.

For a moment, her mind entertained the idea of seeing how far things could go between them, but then she remembered how far away he lived and how popular he was with the BDSM crowd. She couldn’t honestly expect someone like him to commit to a long-distance relationship where they might see each other once or twice a month. With two boys in college, she didn’t have the play money to constantly fly back and forth, so that would mean long drives for both of them.

Worse yet, she couldn’t imagine someone as sexual as Bryan remaining monogamous when they only got together once in a while. The thought of him being with another woman made her sick to her stomach, and she wished she could be one of those urbane, sophisticated women who could separate sex and love, but she just couldn’t. Maybe that was the most painful and real thing she’d learned this whole trip.

She tried to pull away from his arms, but he growled and hugged her closer. “We’re not done yet, little flame. You will not deny me the joy of holding you close and giving you the love and care that you need.”

At the word “love,” panic suffused her, and she pushed at his arms, struggling to get free. “Let me go, please. I need to go. I shouldn’t be here.” Her words came out in a helpless keen, and she shuddered at that wounded noise.

“Shhh, Tanwen, relax. I’ve got you; you’re okay. Nothing will hurt you while you’re in my arms.”

Her voice came out in a ragged whisper as she said the VR safe word that would automatically boot her out of the simulation. “Pizzarific.”

The sensation of Bryan’s arms holding her faded, and she realized it wasn’t that he was releasing her, but rather their VR session was ending. As her mind raced in the darkness, she tried to tell herself she wasn’t falling in love with Bryan, but her foolish heart wouldn’t listen.

Tanwen sat up so quickly she slammed her head against the clear plastic covering the pod as she came out of VR. Silver bracelets gleamed above her as she focused on Michelle’s hands unlatching the pod. A dull ache resonated through her head as she gently rubbed the spot she had hit on the covering.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa,” Michelle said as she stood over the pod and opened it manually. She helped Tanwen sit up and grabbed her in a hug, patting Tanwen’s back in a soothing motion. “Are you okay?”

Not wanting to upset Michelle, Tanwen tried to brush away the tears. “I’m fine. Thank you for your help. I have to go.”

Michelle didn’t release Tanwen from her hug; if anything she held her tighter. “Oh hells to the bells no, you are not fine. What happened? Did you get hurt?”

Tanwen tried to laugh and winced at how much it sounded like a sob. It wasn’t the ache of her VR body that had her upset but the heartbreak she was sure lay in her future. As much as she liked Michelle, she wasn’t ready to share that, so she focused on the physical aspects of what had happened instead. “No, well yes, but it wasn’t really my body.”

Michelle leaned back enough to hold her gaze and said in a low and soft voice, “Tanwen, did anyone force you to do something you didn’t want?”

“No, everything they did I wanted. I…enjoyed it.” She closed her eyes, unable to look at Michelle while she admitted the truth. “Every depraved, horrible thing we did made me more aroused than I’ve ever been in my entire life. I’m a pervert.”

Michelle made a strangled noise that sounded strangely like laugh, and Tanwen stiffened and looked at her through narrowed eyes. Unperturbed, Michelle took a seat next to her on the bed and kept one arm around Tanwen’s shoulder. “So you had a satisfying, consensual sexual experience with another adult, and that makes you a pervert?”