Melissa MacNeal - Beyond Redemption

He slipped a finger inside me. And then another.

"Oh, Billy…Billy, please…"

My plea floated around us like a phantom, and my back arched of its own accord. With exquisite, deliberate strokes he was setting my insides on fire, fanning the flames with each wet caress-and watching the sensations play upon my face with the smug certainty of bigger and better things to come. His thumb found that button high up in front and I cried out with the startling need it inspired.

"Tell me how bad you want it, Andrea," he crooned, a magician about to entrance me with his wand. "Clench your cunt for 'yes'…open your hole for 'no.'"

My muscles locked around his fingers and the inner spirals began. I recognized them from my own probings-and from those times Cerise and the twins had played their naughty games-but now, with Billy holding me, taking total control with the arm he wrapped around me and the fingers thrust inside, I was a woman lost. My body convulsed in a series of heated seizures, spurred on by his thrusts and the rubbing of his thumb. Before I realized how far gone I was, my cries were echoing around us. I became a mindless machine fueled by need, pumping against the butt of his hand and the fingers that formed a piston inside me.

I collapsed against him, panting with relief: I'd feared that I might go insane before I could stop.

Billy, his face shadowed with that masculine stubble, chuckled low in his throat. He eased me down to the mattress. "You're even randier than I thought!" he said with a suggestive flicker of his brows. "Now I know for sure what a candy-ass Alex must be, or he'd have hinted at how luscious you are…would've stuck around to fuck you himself. Mighty generous of him, to bring me here and then send you to fetch me!"

I reveled in those words! And since refuting them would've been foolish, I played along with this young wizard's next tricks. He was brushing my white robe aside, gazing hungrily at my bared breasts-teasing the nipples to attention as he slowly drew his hands down over my midsection… toward that place between my legs that felt sopping wet, where his thigh now kept the sensations alive, bubbling just beneath the surface.

"Perhaps Alex and the others don't really know me," I replied, wondering where that thought came from. Good God, everyone here could predict my emotions and actions before I knew them myself! But how nice, to have a handsome man marvel over my reaction to him! "Or perhaps they just never held the key to that horny little hole you've found. Every lover's different-and each partner creates another response, another little world, where only the two of them can belong, you know."

His indulgent smile told me he was beyond my middle-aged philosophizing. "Your cat's got so much cream on her lips, my cock might drown in it before he even enters. I'd better lap it up, don't you think?"

The way he stuck out his tongue and wiggled it, forming it into a stiff tip, had me giggling as much from nervous anticipation as from delight in the way he saw things. I made not even a token resistance to his advances, for I was a woman who wanted it all-right this moment, while the moment was mine. My legs parted shamelessly and I watched him from where I lay, Tripplehorn the tiger sniffing out his prey, teasing at the tight, wet coils of hair that framed my slit. When he knelt beside the bed and then pulled me toward his extended tongue, I was almost coming again just from the sight of it.

Again my cries rang around us; again my body writhed in a state of uncontrolled lust as his tongue traveled the trail his hand had blazed. Billy held me open with his fingers, drawing his warm, rough tongue from the bottom of my slit to its center-where he teased me mercilessly by circling the sensitive rim of my hole-and then continuing to flick my clit with it.

He was a master-I didn't have to experience anyone else to know this-and his sense of timing, of driving me slowly insane, had me quivering all over. My legs flailed on either side of his head as deeper he dove, lapping and sucking and licking my lower lips.

"Billy, I can't stand-you're making me crazy with-"

He was suddenly upon me, poised between my legs, as though his own needs were beyond being ignored. What a darkly erotic spell he cast, gazing upon me with an expression that spelled trouble and heartache sure to come! Yet I was his willing victim, flushing beneath his magnificent form, wanting him so badly.

"I'm yours, Andrea," he murmured, slipping his hands beneath my hips. "Take me now. Take every fucking inch of me, and don't you dare expect me to stop!"

It was as much a threat as a promise of fulfillment like I would never know again. Billy plunged inside me, both of us groaning with that first cataclysmic embrace of my cunt around his magnificent cock. He closed his eyes and his head fell back with the ecstasy of it; his hands closed around the halves of my ass until I thought I'd bear permanent prints where his fingers gripped me. The bed creaked and rocked in a telltale rhythm I feared might bring the Sisters upstairs to watch- But dammit, they were already here!

In the flickering of the candlelight, I saw Perfidia's face, angled in that sly animal way, rising as a weightless phantasm to hover above us. Her laughter was silent and derisive: from where I lay sprawled beneath Billy, I could see her swirling slowly in the moonlight from the dormer window, mocking me with her beauty and confidence.

"You're a fool to believe Billy loves you," she mouthed, although I heard her only inside my head. "It's me he wants! And mark my word, I'll take him away from you!"

I shuddered, as much from fear as from the ecstasy of my lover's thrusts. He was buried to the hilt now and rubbing me hard against the clit, knowing the effect it would have. I let out a languid moan-which signaled Pink to appear.

With a giggle, her transparent spirit popped up behind Billy's shoulder, playing peekaboo with me. What an odd sensation, to feel the air around us move and to watch that girlish figment of my imagination straddle Tripplehorn's neck. She appeared to be pulling his head back by his thick, tousled hair-and he obeyed by angling backward, although he had no way of knowing what sort of imp toyed with him. Miss Pink imitated my gyrations, bucking like a wanton, mouthing the obscenities I muttered to relieve the ache that burgeoned within me.

"Go after it, Billy!" she said-but it was my voice he heard. "My cunt wants to gobble you up! You can't fuck me long enough or hard enough to make me stop!"

This spurred him on, of course, and with a toss of his handsome head-which sent Pink spinning ass-over-teakettle toward the ceiling-he rutted with even more vigor. "You asked for it!" he rasped. ''Now give it back to me, dammit! Tit for tat! Thrust for thrust!"

The word "tit" must've piqued Pandora, for out of the little waves of heat rising above the candle's flame, she appeared in a transparent haze, her ripe breasts bobbing loose above her ebony gown. She floated between us like a wisp of fog, first settling on my chest to press those fleshy globes against either side of my face…I swore I felt the cool satin of her skin against mine…and then scooting forward. Shamelessly she raised her gossamer gown-still invisible to Billy-and then lowered her slit to my face.

Even though I knew she was a phantom, I felt her eager dampness wetting my lips and tasted the salty tang of cream that couldn't be real. Indeed, when I dared open my eyes, I could see through her to where Billy's face contorted, announcing his imminent climax. I gasped, almost overcome by the pungency of that ethereal cunt as it rubbed me, forcing me to swallow as I felt Pandora's spasms begin.

"Harder," she commanded-and again it was I who vocalized. "Eat me alive! Swallow me whole and don't stop pumping until I pass out!"