Posted by Sonya on September 18, 1999 at 04:04:50:
In Reply to: Story for Sam Part I posted by Sonya on September 18, 1999 at 04:02:27:
A moment later she was on her knees staring up at him with large green eyes, a playful grin on her face as she unzipped his slacks. Sam stared down at her, stroking her hair. Her small hand withdrew his very stiff member. She licked her lips with anticipation before running her tongue slowly around the head. He moaned. She continued teasing him, running her mouth and tongue lightly up and down the rigid shaft, wrapping her soft, moist lips around the head, yet pulling back every time he was sure she would take him into her mouth (The truth is, it was sooo big the poor girl found it intimidating!:).
Finally Jessica slipped her mouth around his manhood and took it deep inside her warm, wet, and inviting mouth. Sam shuddered and closed his eyes, moaning and pulling her face in closer with handfuls of her silky hair. She swirled her tongue quickly and felt him getting even harder. She had brought him nearly to the brink or orgasm, then he stopped her and reluctantly took her upper arm, coaxing her to her feet. He kissed her hard, placing his hands on her firm ass and pulling her up. She wrapped her long legs around his waist and kissed him back, moaning softly into his mouth.
He took two steps to the bed, laid her on top and pressed her into the mattress with his weight. His groin ground against hers, he could feel her juices soaking through the thin silk. As he kissed her throat her throat she moaned and rocked her hips against him.
Sam's mouth moved lower, kissing the tops of her breasts lightly before circling one of her nipples with his tongue. He moved off the tall bed and pulled her closer to the edge, her legs were bent at the knees and trailing over the edge. Jessica reached over, fumbling for the case, finding and withdrawing one thin blade as Sam's mouth moved back to her breasts.
"Talk to me, Sam. Tell me what you're going to do."
His voice was deep and throaty as he answered, "I'm going to drive the knife into you slowly...
She studied the shiny blade, watching as the candlelight flickered off of it. "Yes....go on...."
"Slow and relentless...into the soft flesh of your abdomen...."
"You'll slide it in deep?" She asked breathlessly.
"Very deep...inch by inch....until it sinks into the very center of you...." He moved his mouth lower, kissing her stomach.
"It will hurt...." Jessica closed her eyes, imagining what was to come. Circling one of her nipples with the tip of the knife.
"Yes...very much..." He slid her panties down her legs.
She shuddered, moving the blade lower. "Will it excite you?"
He began stroking the lips of her sex, feeling her flesh quiver under his touch. "Yes, it will excite me...your pain will be beautiful." She was soooo wet.
Jessica pressed the tip of the blade into the flesh of her abdomen as she hissed, "Do it..."
Sam took the knife from her grasp and ran the flat of the blade over her stomach, his left hand continued stroking her clit as he asked softly with a smile...."Are you sure?"
"Yes. I'm sure....do it."
He placed the tip against her smooth flesh and pressed lightly. She moaned and raised her hips, pushing herself against the blade.
"Tell me you want it."
"I want it. Slide it in me. "
He put a little more pressure on the knife and watched her squirm. The tip indented her flesh, almost breaking the skin but not quite.
Her voice took on an urgent quality as she said, "Oh God...do it....put it in me."
"Shhhhh.....Lie still."
She held still and waited. Sam watched her chest rise and fall with each breath. She was resting on her elbows now, her eyes were glued to the knife about to pierce her. He said, "Look at me."
Her eyes locked with his as he began to slide the steel in, sensing by feel alone as it broke through her skin. She gasped, her eyes got wide then fluttered and closed as she whispered, "Oh... yes."
He drove the blade in a bit more, pressing past the resistance from her muscles.
Jessica muttered, "Deeper." She reached down and put her hand over his, trying to push the blade in faster. He pushed her hand away gently, "Patience."
The knife was barely a 3/4 of an inch deep now. He drove it in further, watching as the blade disappeared slowly inside of her. She could not hold still any longer. She squirmed, her hips rocking as she gasped. "That's it...drive it in deep...and when it's in... then I want you inside of me...."
Her body was covered in sweat. The scent of sex emanated from her. He could feel her legs shaking, he knew the pain was intense. She looked like she was coming close to orgasm as the blade tore through her abdominal wall, then suddenly the resistance was almost gone and it slid in easily.
The wound was almost bloodless. Jessica's hand moved down to her stomach, rubbing the surrounding area, "Fuck me Sam."
Sam didn't need to be asked twice. He grabbed her behind her knees and pulled her closer to the edge of the bed. Holding her knees he pressed himself into her sex. She was so hot and slick she felt like she had already come. Her muscles were tight from the pain and anticipation. He eased himself inside of her and had to close his eyes for a moment, fighting the desire to come. After a few seconds he opened his eyes and began to move inside of her. "Good?" He asked.
"Better than good. Harder....I'm so close."
He pounded her faster and watched as Jessica put her hand around the handle of the knife, pressing it into her flesh a bit more. She moaned louder, closing her eyes and rolling her head back. Sam knew she was close, she was teetering on the edge of the abyss.
Suddenly she began to cry out, her hand gripping the blade as she did; pressing it in hard, leaving only an inch of the shiny metal exposed. Then she started to withdraw the shaft, dragging it from her flesh inch by agonizing inch, gasping from both pain and pleasure as the bloody steel revealed itself. Sam watched in amazement. As the metal came free from her body she cried out and her muscles began to shake from head to foot, her back arched violently and he could feel her internal muscles vibrating with a powerful orgasm. He was overcome and felt his own climax rise to the surface. For a few precious moments he was lost in the most intense waves of sensation he had ever experienced.
He collapsed on top of her. Both of them panting and covered in sweat. For a few moments there was silence as the endorphins rushed through their heads.
Finally, when reason had returned he lifted his head and looked at her. Her face was glistening with perspiration and her eyes were closed. As he kissed her on the forehead she opened her eyes and smiled at him. "That was....uhhhh"
"Yeah...it was."
Sam rolled off and lay beside her, asking, "You okay?"
"I'm fine. Amazing actually. But thirsty."
"Water or more wine?"
"Wine, what the hell." She laughed. "I don't have to worry about a hangover."
He didn't laugh. He looked at her solemnly for a moment and was about to say something when she stopped him, "Now don't get sentimental and ruin our good time, just go fetch that bottle over there."
This time he did laugh as he got up and got a fresh bottle from the small fridge, a corkscrew, and the glasses from the table.
She scooted herself up against the headboard and lay back against the pillows. He came back to bed and opened the bottle, filling two glasses and handing her one.
She looked down at her stomach and grabbed the corner of the sheet to wipe some of the blood away.
"Let me." He and unwrapped the linen napkin from the bottle, dipping the corner in his glass of burgundy. He moved down for a closer view and began wiping the smudges of blood from her skin.
She stroked his hair and lay back against the pillows, closing her eyes. Working gently, he dabbed the blood away from the small incision, watching with fascination as the wound opened and closed. "Does it hurt now?"
"Not really. Just stings a little when I'm still. Hurts if I move though."
When he had finished cleaning off the blood he was glad to see the cut was hardly oozing at all. He leaned back against the pillows and lit up two cigarettes, handing her one.
* * *
They smoked and drank and talked for another half-hour. When a natural break entered the conversation Jessica curled up closer to him and laid her head on his chest, playing with his chest hair. After a bit she moved her leg moved over his, pressing her sex against his outer thigh.
When she nuzzled his throat Sam murmured, "Hmmmmm....nice."
She eased on top of him, her 90 pounds barely pressing him into the mattress. Her tongue tracing his lower lip before biting it gently. They kissed tentatively at first, then more deeply, she began rubbing her sex against his quickly stiffening member.
She sat up, her firm thighs straddling him, then brushed most of her long dark mane away from her face. He looked at her and reflected once again how beautiful she was. Even with most of her makeup faded, her cheeks and throat slightly pink from rubbing against his beard, her skin still had a golden sheen to it in the light. Her eyes had a fire all of their own. He ran his hand across her face and felt the curves of her shoulders and collarbone, slipping lower to cup her breasts. He thought to himself, "This girl really is perfect."
He noticed her wound was dribbling a few drops of blood from her movements. The blood looked black as slowly coursed its way down her abdomen, disappearing between her thighs. She was obvious to it as she continued stroking herself against his cock.
He could feel how wet she had gotten in just their few minutes of foreplay. Her sex was swollen and so inviting, dripping with both of their juices now. She leaned over and grabbed the case, dragging it closer to them. Then she raised up a bit and took his cock firmly by the base, glancing between her legs she slowly impaled herself on it.
Sam closed his eyes and relished the feeling of his rigid cock being engulfed by her tight, warm sex. She was moving slowly, too slowly, he put his hands on her hips and drove himself into her hard and fast. She let out a little gasp of surprise as his meat filled her and touched bottom.
She began pumping him, as her muscles loosened up a bit she rocked faster, moving forward and back, rubbing herself against his pubic bone. Her hands were on his shoulders and her eyes were closed, Sam knew she was in her own little world. He reached over and took another blade from the case.
He traced the knife along the hollow of her throat, the sharp metal looked so enticing against the backdrop of her perfect body. She said nothing; and only moaned slightly as she felt the knife caressing her. He took his time, enjoying the sensation of her massaging his cock, slowly running his hand over her breasts and hips, memorizing the look and feel of her body.
He moved the blade lower, watching as her stomach muscles flexed slightly with each gentle thrust. He ran his thumb over the indentation of her navel, playing with the small ring imbedded in her flesh.
The previous wound was still oozing, the gouge opening and closing a tiny bit with her movement. Placing the tip of the blade on the opposite side of her abdomen, he watched as it pressed into her skin. She didn't open her eyes, but she did whisper almost imperceptibly, "Do it..."
He began sliding the steel into her. She jumped once as it pierced her skin, the muscles of her sex shuddering in response to the invasion. "Drive it in deep...I want to feel it in me...just like your cock is in me..."
Sam pressed harder and felt the muscles of her stomach being sheered by the razor sharp edges. Jessica leaned forward slightly, gasping and moaning as it tore relentlessly into her body. "Oh god...it huuurrrts...."
He stopped for a moment, watching her face.
She hissed, "No....don't stop..."
"Look at me."
She opened her eyes and stared into his. Her gaze was a bit unfocused, having been dragged from her private world.
She muttered, "All the way...."
With a sudden yet controlled motion, Sam drove it in two inches deeper. Jessica threw her head back, her body bucking violently as every muscle become rigid. For a moment following her small convulsion she was still, then she slowly let out a deep groan.
Her sex was pulsing and incredibly hot around Sam's cock as she began to thrust again, harder than before. He watched her riding him, the blade lodged firmly in her flesh as she gyrated against him. She reached down, staring at the handle, and began withdrawing it slowly. Sam watched as blood spilled from the narrow cut, a few drops dripping onto him. Then suddenly she did something he didn't expect; as the blade was almost free of her flesh, with just the very tip imbedded, she drove it back in again. Hard.
Her angle was different. Wrong. Too close to the center. Sam immediately wondered if she had inflicted a fatal wound. She was still moving, her thighs flexing as she pounded his cock with wild abandon so her spine was undamaged. But then the blood started flowing fast, bubbling out around the snug fitting blade, running down her abdomen in what was at first a small trickle, then a steadier stream.
He knew what had happened. She had severed her abdominal aorta. She seemed oblivious to blood that was pouring out of her. He watched the expression of ecstasy on her face. He reached up and brushed a strand hair away from her eyes, then stroked her cheek. Jessica opened her eyes and smiled at him.
Sam smiled back and said with ragged breaths, "You're beautiful Jessica, absolutely stunning. I'll remember this moment for the rest of my life."
She was panting as she answered with, "So will I, Sam." Then she let out a short laugh. She stopped moving for a moment and blinked twice, as if trying to clear her head, he suspected she was getting dizzy. For the first time she looked down and saw the crimson river pouring out of her. She looked surprised and said, "Oh....." Her hands moved down, touching her abdomen, staring for a few moments, watching as the blood flowed through her fingers.
"You're tired. I'll get on top."
"Noooo....I was so close..."
She closed her eyes and brought herself back to that place, concentrating on the sensations running through her. Tightening her muscles around his cock, she felt herself coming closer to her destination. The pain was unbearable yet the pleasure was just as intense. But she was getting tired, she felt so close to coming yet she couldn't break through the plateau. She pounded him harder, he put his hands on her hips and drove into her with equal force. If she didn't climax soon her strength would give out.
She knew what she needed, and didn't miss a stroke as she leaned over, and grabbed a fresh blade from the case, leaving bloody smears on the remaining knives. Sweat poured off her body as she put every ounce of energy left into striving for one more peak experience. She placed the knife to the side of her stomach and concentrated completely on the image of the blade in her mind. As she began pressing the knife into her flesh her essence was completely absorbed in the visions of searing pain...so blinding in it's intensity that for a moment it blocked out everything, even the pleasure. Then as the blade pressed through the muscle and slide in easily almost to the hilt, the feeling of need that burned inside of her was satisfied, and finally the orgasm she had been fighting for crashed down on her like an apocalypse. She screamed for the first time that night, a cry of agony and pleasure so primal it shook Sam to the very core. As her bestial cry filled the room Sam felt his own body become rigid and a moment later he erupted inside of her with a cry of his own.
For a few seconds neither of them moved. And then Jessica collapsed on top of him.
He wondered if she was unconscious. He hoped she wasn't. He wrapped his arms around her and gently rolled her off of him, laying her on her back. In a soft voice he said, "Jessica...."
She slowly opened her eyes. Her face suddenly looked pale. Her voice was faint as she whispered, "Sorry....too quick...."
"It's okay. Just relax."
She coughed.
"You feel sick?"
"Dizzy. Get them out of me...."
He looked down at the handles protruding from her abdomen. He placed his hand around the blade that had delivered her death blow and slowly withdrew it. She moaned slightly. He watched as the gash left in its wake spilled forth more of her red essence. The other knife took more effort to withdraw, she cringed and twitched in agony as it tore reluctantly free from it's snug home.
He took her hand and looked into her eyes. "I'm with you."
She squeezed his hand and met his gaze with her own though she had a hard time focusing. "Sam...I..." Her words were interrupted up by another rasping cough. She continued to cough for a few seconds, gasped for breath, then she slowly rolled onto her side, curling up loosely in a fetal position. Sam continued to hold her hand. He felt her squeeze it one more time before she slipped into unconsciousness.
* * *
Several minutes had past. The room was quiet; the only sound was the air conditioner humming softly in the background. The CD player had stopped for some unknown reason. He sat there, propped up against the pillows, stroking Jessica's hair, staring at the dinner dishes left on the table.
The bed was soaked in blood; the sheets were cold and clammy. He wanted to jump in the shower yet his years of experience with women had trained him to stay put, even now. He knew there was no need to wait; no need to comfort the corpse that was already beginning to cool next to him. Nevertheless he lied there for a few more minutes.
* * * *
A while later he was showered and dressed.
He went over, grabbed the phone and dialed. Glancing at the clock he saw it was 1:00 a.m.
The phone rang twice before she answered, her voice heavy with sleep.
"Hello?"
"It's me."
Pause. "Is everything okay?"
"Yeah. Everything's okay. I just wanted to hear your voice."
"You sound..."
"I'm fine. Just tired. There's a flight leaving in an hour. I think I can make it. Should be home around 6 a.m."
"Alright. I'll be up. I'll have coffee on."
"Sounds good. See you then."
"Bye."
"Cheryl?"
"Yeah?"
"I love you."
He hung up the phone before she could reply.
A minute later Sam stood in the open doorway, wearing his trademark trench-coat, garment bag in hand. He slipped his hat on, tipping the brim of the fedora once in the direction of the dark form on the bed before quietly closing the door behind him.
(Copyrighted 1999 by Sonya. Please do not re-post or re-distribute without permission.)