Shady Places

“I don’t know who you think you are
but before the night is through
I wanna do bad things with you”

– Jace Everett

Christian could see that Alison was absolutely brooding on the drive home. He thought to lighten the mood with a joke, but seeing her seething that way, something he’d never witnessed before, stayed his levity. She was clearly on the edge and he didn’t want to stand in her way and get hit by the shrapnel.

Alison didn’t think about anything else other than finding some way to hurt Scott. It didn’t even register that she might have just done her army reputation some irreparable damage. Her blood was up, and she wasn’t thinking straight. She knew she could be pig-headed when she got up a full head of steam and by the time they arrived home, she could only come up with one idea to make him pay.

When they got back inside, she stormed straight off to the kitchen while Christian was still bringing his bags inside. He closed the front door just as she was returning. She took him by the hand and led him straight to her bedroom. She wasted no time getting down to business, stripping off completely before he had the chance to get one boot lace untied. Seeing that he was having trouble keeping up, she helped him with his second boot, then prioritised his pants. As soon as she got those off, she immediately went to work on his dick while he tried to get his shirt off.

Alison was on a mission, and while Christian welcomed her desire, he could sense that there was more to it than two days of pent-up lust. When he was naked, and she had gotten him sufficiently hard with her mouth, she pushed him on to her bed and produced the bottle of olive oil from Friday morning’s adventure. With the oil in hand, she worked him up till he was as big as he was going to get. She used the last of the oil on her hands between her thighs and climbed on top of him. She then took him in her hand and guided him toward her arse. He looked at her with a mixture of fascination and concern.

“I want to,” Alison replied to his unasked question. “For the rest of Scott’s sad, insignificant life, I want him to think about what he will never have. I want to look him in the eye, if I ever see him again, so that he knows we did it, just like I said I would!”

With that, Alison eased herself on to Christian and drew in a sharp breath.

“I immediately regret her decision!” she laughed through gritted teeth, finally seeing the humour of her overreaction. Christian was about to tell her to climb off when she put her hands on his chest and began rising and falling, a mixture of discomfort and rapture twisting her face into a curious visage. Sensing his concern, she quickly reassured him, “It’s ok, I’m on now, and I may as well stay. It’s getting on that’s the most painful.”

Again, that sharp pain had pierced Alison’s backside. But just as before, the initial stab quickly subsided and this time she was more prepared for what came next. With Christian beneath her, she could control the tempo. But as considerate as he was, she couldn’t expect him to lie still once he was on the way.

Alison was strong enough that she could ride him using her thighs alone, which meant that her hands were free to fondle her breasts and work on her own orgasm. She would occasionally arch back and support herself on Christian’s thighs with her hands, and then Christian took over, stimulating her with his. Alison thought he must have had a wonderful show from down there because he never stopped grinning the whole time.

They kept up the tempo for what seemed like an age, Alison half forgetting what she was actually doing, before she felt it. The ride had been fun, and she was getting plenty of sensation when that feeling of muscles tightening and lighted headedness came over her. If she stopped touching herself now, it would slowly dissipate, but for every second she kept going after that, it would become harder to do. And she was there now, and she would not let this one get away. Alison squeezed her breasts harder and picked up the pace on her clit. Christian could sense the change and she could see he was eager to watch the show. He was usually face down between her thighs when she came, so she guessed she owed him one. Hell, even Alison had never seen it.

As Christian watched, Alison pumped her ass up and down with no obvious sign of pain or embarrassment. She was actually enjoying this. Christian thought she couldn’t have been having as much fun as him, though. From where he was laying, all he could see was a beautiful blonde with toned muscles, fondling her breasts and circling her clitoris in front of him while her pussy became increasingly engorged and her ass rode up and down his cock. He would definitely remember this.

Then Christian suddenly noticed that Alison’s chest became flush and her breasts ripen. She was gritting her teeth as if she was in some pain. But her fondling of her breasts and clitoris increased as her breaths became shorter and sharper.

“She’s gunna pop in a second,” he told himself, forgetting for a moment that this scene may never repeat. Christian came back to reality quickly and tried to commit it to memory.

When it hit Alison, it hit her hard. Christian’s dick prevented her from involuntarily clenching her bum at the moment of climax, which pushed her back into tension just as she was supposed to release. That caused the first wave to amplify as Alison tried to clench again, only to be denied and pushed further up the crest of her next wave. Alison came again but couldn’t come down the other side, only another plateau and another climb; it was insane. Her orgasm wasn’t subsiding, it was getting more intense.

 As she came, Alison’s legs cramped. She didn’t know what to do. She needed to get off him or stay. Both felt like poor options. She also had a dick in her arse that wasn’t letting her finish, just lengthening her orgasm and making it more powerful.

Alison looked down at Christian just in time to see him climax and let out a deep moan. She didn’t know if she was happy or sad that it was almost over. With Christian done, Alison put an end to her lustful insanity. She couldn’t take any more pleasure in this lifetime, and her bum felt broken.

Christian could see that Alison was cuming, but also in some distress. She tried talking, but words just wouldn’t come out. She grabbed both breasts in her hands and squeezed herself so hard that he thought she might do them some damage. When she managed to speak, it was just a long stream of obscenities that only made her more desirable and the moment more memorable. When her legs finally gave way, she rolled off him on to the bed beside him and then she silently screamed.

Alison had taken what she thought would be the easy option and rolled off Christian onto the bed beside him. It was all going fine until she slid off his still hard dick and then she felt a shock like nothing she had ever felt before. Getting on was bliss compared to that. It felt like a part of her backside was being torn away. The soft exit. She must remember the soft exit next time. Perhaps it was the culmination of all her exertion, but everything either hurt, throbbed, or was still climaxing. Some bits of her were still doing all three at once half an hour later. Alison lay there, not wanting to move or stay still. Her arse felt like it had a sword in it. Waves rippled around her body every few seconds as her clitoris still throbbing away in delight. Her hands cramped from where she had grabbed her breasts. She had squeezed them so hard she didn’t want to look. She hoped they weren’t ruined.