The Sea Change

Chapter Four - a trip

Brenda led Bruce down several streets to an old brick apartment building. "These are not the best apartments, but the price is right and I'm only here for the summer," Brenda explained as they climbed on an old wooden porch that led to her back door. Once inside Bruce could see that it was old, but was kept rather tidy. Brenda stopped in the hallway and looked sideways at Bruce. "I know you were always a little wild in High School, but how is your appetite for sex?" she asked. "Are you a meat and potatoes man, or do your tastes run to the exotic?"

Bruce was actually not that experienced in exotic type sex, but he answered, "Oh, I like all types of sex, regular and exotic." He did not want Brenda to think he was an undereducated small town boy.

"Good," she said, her face perking up at the thought. "I'm into b&d lately, I think it's a phase," Brenda reasoned as they entered her bedroom. Bruce could immediately see what she meant by that, all four posts on her bed were festooned with soft, leather restraints and her footboard had been removed for easy access. "Ok Bruce, I want you to secure me to the bed face down and take me from behind. Are you up to that?" she teased with a coy smile.

"Climb on babe, I'm your man," asserted Bruce.

"First some mood music. I like screwing to AC/DC. Linda, my roommate prefers Pink Floyd, go figure," she pondered. The hard rock beat of AC/DC began to pump through the apartment. Bruce just wanted to start fucking, so he tossed her onto the bed.

He had just fastened her right foot to the bed when she started to roll over and said, "Ow, I wondered where that went." She pulled a long, grey dick shape from under the covers. Bruce just stared unbelieving at it, his mind racing.

"You don't…" he started. Brenda threw him a dirty look,

"No, it's an artifact, not a toy, here," she said as she tossed it to him. Bruce awkwardly caught the relic as Brenda tied her left hand to the bed. "You'll have to get the other two Bruce, I'm not a contortionist, you know," she kidded him. Bruce finished tying her to the bed, then looked at the relic again.

There were some words carved on it. The stereo was belting out "Highway to Hell" as he read the words aloud. There was a flash of light and everything went black. Note to readers: I would put those words here, but I don't want the same things happen to you that Bruce will experience.

Chapter Five - not in Kansas anymore

Bruce found himself on his knees. Boy, this floor is suddenly warm, he thought. Also very dirty, huh, what the Hell is going on? "Exactly, " purred a harsh feminine voice, " Hell is always going on." Bruce stood up and looked around, all he could see was endless plains of brownish-red sand, occasionally dotted by clusters of dark gray rocks. Nothing interrupted his view of the desolate plain; no one interrupted his view either.

"Hey," Bruce shouted, "where are you, who are you?" The rocks were not tall enough to hide anyone; maybe he had imagined that voice. Maybe he was hallucinating, but from what? Bruce still had the large grey cock relic in his hands, so at least there was something familiar to him.

"I am right here;" the voice assured him, "and you may call me Mistress Anne." The voice came from just behind Bruce. He spun around and saw an impossibly sexy, naked female standing before him. She had red hair on her head and between her powerful looking legs. Her tits were full and her erect nipples pointed upward. She was also barefoot and the hot sand did not seem to bother her feet. Bruce was stunned and his face showed it, what a strange place to find a naked woman, in fact, where was this place, his mind pondered.

"You are in my demises and this is where I belong," she replied to his unasked questions. "I am supposed to be here, you are not. I see how you got here;" she indicated the grey, stone cock in his hand. "But you still need to explain why you are trespassing here and what you want," she swung her unkempt hair around and stared into his eyes with cat-like yellow orbs.

Bruce stammered his defense, "Tre-trespassing, I don't know how I got here or even where here is, so I can't be trespassing."

The naked redhead circled, strutted around him and stopped before him declaring, "You have trespassed and I shall decide the punishment, come." She strode purposely towards a large rock outcrop that was rising from the sand. Bruce followed, not understanding, but not ready to ignore her, yet.

Mistress Anne mounted a large grey stone chair and sat, draping on leg over the side of the chair, uncaringly showing off her fire red bush and dark pink pussy lips. Bruce staggered towards the throne in disbelief. "Kneel before me and do homage, beg for my mercy, if you dare." Bruce dropped to his knees in the hot sand. His jeans protected his legs some, but he could not stay in this position long.

"I'm sorry Ma'am," Bruce started, "I do not mean to trespass in your demises. I am obviously the victim of a prank." Bruce was not really sorry, but he needed to play along until he knew what was going on.

Chapter Six - punishment?

The flame red woman on the throne knew that Bruce wasn't really regretful, but she had already decided on his punishment and did not need him to be truthful to her, just pliant to her will. "Come closer," she ordered as she put her other leg over the side of the stone chair and spread her legs wide. Bruce kept to his knees and inched forward; sure of what was to be required of him. 

He licked his dry lips, punishment indeed, he thought. Bruce lowered his face into Mistress Anne's warm lap. Her pussy smelled a little strange, a kind of animal smell and tasted a bit like burnt toast, but he didn't mind. Muff diving was still muff diving, even with a foreign bimbo, sporting a superiority complex.

Mistress Anne smiled to herself at his unflattering thoughts. She purred, knowing she would have the last laugh.

Bruce took her purring as a sign of satisfaction, so he drove his tongue deeper into her slit and redoubled his efforts. He wrapped his chapped lips around her hard clit, sucking, nibbling, and even biting! 

He wasn't bad, Mistress Anne decided, just very unskilled. Well there was lots of time for his proper training.

Bruce's tongue was tired and still she hadn't cum yet, at least he didn't think so. Her hot juices poured into his eager mouth as he tongue-fucked her wet pussy, but there was no moaning, no screaming, no great flood of cum from her hot snatch. He just stopped eating her out, his mouth and tongue dead tired and he didn't feel like he was getting anywhere. He looked up into her staring eyes, looking for some sign of satisfaction. 

She smiled wickedly at him, "You have not satisfied me yet", and she said dashing his hopes of relief. "Stand and get undressed," Mistress Anne ordered him. His cock was still erect and seemed a bit larger to him. "Not very big," she said taunting him, "but you may keep my interest for awhile. Climb up and fuck me, stick that 'cock' of yours into me and try to satisfy hot cunt". Bruce did as she ordered and started to fuck her mercilessly, funny her pussy seemed hotter the deeper he went, but he did not care, it felt so good.

Bruce stuck his shaft into her as deep, hard and fast as he was able. Her somewhat bored expression never changed, even though Bruce came twice and used all of his talents and strength to service her and her insatiable snatch. Bruce wondered what it would take to pacify her unquenchable needs. He finally ran out of energy, fell off her nubile body and dropped onto the ground. The last thing he remembered was hearing her hoarse, throaty laugh as he slipped into unconsciousness.

Chapter Seven - fulfillment

Brenda waited impatiently for Bruce to begin. "Well, are you gonna fuck me or not?" she asked in frustration. A few seconds went by and then she felt the head of a cock probing at her tight, little asshole. "Hey," she yelled, "you guys are all the same. You get a woman in a compromising position and you try to take advantage of it." Brenda arched her ass up, exposing her hairy pussy. "Stick it in here you!" She was relieved when the cock moved to the entrance of her pussy. She WAS tied up and didn't have a lot of control, she reasoned. "OK big boy," she teased, after all she had seen his cock before and was not overly impressed with it's size, "stick it in!"

The head of the cock suddenly forced it's way into her pussy. Oh My God, that's thick, Brenda thought, had he been working out? She grunted in admiration, this might not be a wasted afternoon, after all. She heard an answering grunt in reply and felt a big push. Brenda gasped as her entire pussy was filled with cock, and there was still more to come, the cock kept forcing it's way into her stretched out and totally full pussy. She was amazed; Bruce couldn't be that big, she decided. Before she could catch her breath, the cock started slamming into her. OOOooooooohhhhh, she was so full! The wide, long cock kept plunging into her stretched out pussy. Back & forth, in & out, the assault was constant. Brenda felt so completely fucked; she gasped as she experienced the first of many orgasms.

Brenda awoke as if from a dream. The only thing was, it wasn't a dream. Her pussy and thighs were coated with her cum from countless orgasms and that giant cock was STILL fucking her drenched pussy. The rhythm got faster and harder and she came again as the cock exploded into her weary snatch. His cum was sooo hot and thick, and kept coming and coming that she passed out again.