Alyssa's Needs Trilogy

Chapter One-4

And, really, it wasn’t until after he had dropped her off at her apartment and, feeling warm and happy and so very, very fond, had kissed her tenderly goodnight and then left, that Brad realized with some surprise he had never even so much as touched the teasing girl’s bare breast. A little confused, he had hurried home and slipped restlessly into bed, and then, as he imagined it all again, he began jerking once more, compulsively, at his sticky little organ…

Perhaps if he truly had been paying attention, Brad thought now, that first of many, many teasing games would have told him something about the way her mind worked, and about what excited her. Certainly she loved to be the center of attention, in fact the center of affection. Certainly she liked to posed and preen, to flaunt her lithe flesh until he could scarcely restrain himself. And yet restrain himself he still often did, for it pleased her mightily to make him suffer and beg for pretty favors. More than once, after all, he had licked her desirable white body from head to toe and back again, supplicatingly, before finally the girl granted him the opportunity simply to enter her and do what he needed while she smirked slyly up at his helpless and agitated movements.

Yet until now he had never had cause for complaint. If anything, his feeling had been the opposite—for though sometimes it was her pleasure to tease and inflame the boy’s passions mercilessly, when she finally deigned to end the game, she was not shy about granting him in return the most sumptuous of rewards. Many were the lazy Saturday mornings, for example, that though he woke with a hard-on and pleaded to make love to her, it pleased her instead to masturbate herself slowly to orgasm before his wondering eyes, once, twice, perhaps even three times...Oh, what a beautiful torment it was for the man!

Nevertheless, to his extraordinary delight, when the exhibitionistic display finally wound down and the mischievous angel sensed he could take no more, she would grant his release with a gracious inventiveness. Sometimes, for example, she simply drew up her knees and spread her thighs to expose herself before him, split soft and hairy and wet. Yawning, she might fold her bored hands patiently upon her sternum. “f**k me now,” she commanded matter-of-factly, and she would watch calmly as the panting man made desperate love to her cool white body. And oh, how embarrassingly swift it always was, too, his easy male arousal and so-straightforward satisfaction forming a flatteringly rapid counterpoint to the beautifully self-indulgent circuitousness of her own slow, showy, feminine orgasms.

Now and then, smirking knowingly, she invited the poor thing to pull out at the instant of climax, and show her just how much she excited him, and how fully she satisfied his simple male lusts. Oh, what a messy joy it was! For as she watched in quiet approval, his glistening, throbbing c**k would twitch and pulse and jerk, splattering the indulgent girl from navel to n*****s to neck with every clingy jolt of his ejaculation until her belly and breasts were heaped over in his fluids, wet and shining and dripping. Yes, how deliriously beautiful she was then!

Occasionally Alyssa instead instructed him to straddle her ribcage, below the pretty mounds of her pointed breasts, and simply play with himself. Then, as the red-faced boy began to masturbate before his wife’s indulgent gaze, she might reach up and begin scratching and plucking at the sensitive little points of erogenous tissue crowning his hairy male chest, on and on, pulling and stretching ever more demonstratively, until he just squirted off right in her beautiful face with a splat. Yes, that showed her!

And sometimes, just in time, the terrible dear opened her smirking mouth and stuck out her tongue invitingly, and she let him ejaculate all over the inside of her. Oh, how excited that made him, pointing his throbbing cockhead at the sly, round O of her open mouth and splattering her lips, her teeth, her gums, her palate, her tongue, until she was strung with every gooey cable of his fierce liquid love. And then she would smile, and smack and slurp playfully at his frothing goop before she tossed it back with a theatric relish, and her throat worked unhurriedly and without shame. And yet sometimes, whimpering in his joy, the poor boy simply could not restrain himself, and even before his dear love had swallowed, he simply collapsed gratefully upon her slender white body, took her darling face in his trembling hands, and just kissed her and kissed her and kissed her…

Yes, if Alyssa could be his goddess of desire, his regal queen, his sweetly demanding mistress, so too could she be the most utterly magnanimous of lovers. She was not shy about gobbling at his rabid purple knob, reaching down with those wicked red-nailed hands and m**********g him of the very edge of his sanity, or letting him f**k her silly on a moment’s notice—as long as it was on her terms, in a way that let her know how pretty she was, how desirable, and how wildly alluring. Though she implicitly demanded a high degree of s****l pampering, he had always considered her the ultimate feminine ideal, and he never felt anything less than completely satisfied with his beloved wife.

Now, however—now Brad felt as if his entire reality was cracking all around him, ready to crumble and crash if he happened to say the wrong words or even look askance. Everything he had believed in was suddenly uncertain. His heart ached within his constricting chest, and his very blood seemed to stutter in his veins.

“Do you understand?” she said, eying him narrowly. “I have needs—urgent needs, desperate, dark, and unstoppable—and I am not going to deny them any longer.”

“L-like what…?” he asked quietly, in an unwilling sort of dread.

“Like maybe getting ogled and groped and fondled by some stranger I’ve never met before,” she said deliberately, staring a challenge into her husband’s shocked face. “Mm, feeling his body press up against me, hearing his breath come warm and panting in my ear.”

Brad’s jaw dropped, and his breath sucked in sharply. It felt as if he had been stabbed suddenly in the heart. His mouth moved, yet no words came.

“It’d be so kinky to watch his excitement mount,” continued Alyssa purposefully, “to feel him grow bolder as he touches me all over, measuring my sleek bare curves with his leering eyes and his cherishing palms. Mm, groping me, squeezing my ass, fondling my lovely white titties and pinching at the engorged dark tips, teasing me, making me beg for more. Mm, and beg I would,” she vowed softly, her eyes aglow. “He might grin to himself a little about what a slut he’s got, but I couldn’t help it—after fantasizing about it for so long, there would be no hesitation, no regrets. I could only give myself to him, helplessly, happily, and soon I’d feel his fingers sliding into my crotch to find me all wet and hairy and soft, getting lubed up for him, and kinda naughty and reckless…”

“B-but, Alyssa!” he gasped at last.

“Or maybe,” she continued with a dirty smirk, “I’d duck into a back alley some Friday night and pull my shirt up in public and draw back my shoulders to make my breasts stand out so high and proud, and a bunch of boys would hoot and holler and gawk. Yeah, and they’d just reach in and play with me, and bend in and suck my titties, red-faced and eager. I wanna feel their hands all over my naked breasts, grabbing and pinching at my n*****s so I can’t even tell who’s doing it. It’d hurt a little, maybe, from the way they got so wild and worked up and rough, but I bet it’d feel good, too. Mm, to just stand there and shiver and squeal, getting all juiced up with the way they treat me…”

Her eyes blazed. “And if any of ’em have girlfriends there that get jealous, why, then maybe if I posed and preened just right, I could seduce them, too, and then I’d let those sneaky, bi-curious girls feel me up and kiss me right on the mouth while their boyfriends watch. It’d be so kinky to have another girl do that to me—God, their soft red lips on mine, moaning, and their uncertain but excited hands all over my jiggling boobies!—but my main payoff would be the way it gets all those c***s so hard and eager for me…”

Brad gazed back at her, white-faced. He heard the words, but what they implied made his blood run cold. His wife, his own dear wife, exposed and on display…

“Or maybe,” she went on determinedly, “I’ll feel like getting down on my knees in the middle of a frat party somewhere and giving head to every man there, just for the joy of feeling each fat red c**k throb and twitch and squirt all for me. Oh, and I’d put on a really dirty show, too! I’d scratch and squeeze at their balls, and coo about how much I want ’em to come for me, and I’d beg ’em to gimme their sperm.”

Aghast, he could only gape at his suddenly unfamiliar beloved in disbelief, so she continued persistently, “And it wouldn’t be just talk either, Brad, ’cause finally when I knew the guy couldn’t take any more, I’d blink up into his face around a thick mouthful of d**k, all soft and kittenish and sweet, and I’d let him unload in me, all over my tongue and the back of my throat. And I’d gulp down each stringy mouthful, smacking happily, one big red d**k after another, while everybody watches and cheers. Mm, yummy!” Purposefully she watched his reaction, smiling faintly at his sudden vulnerability, his shocked silence.

“And sometime I want to lie back and open my legs and have five or ten guys just climb up and gangbang me, one c**k after another. There’d be no pickup lines, no kisses, no stale little lies—just a bunch of young studs desperate to use me for their own c*m-dump, all hairy and smelly and oozing. They’d think I was cheap, and call me a slut and a w***e, but I wouldn’t mind, because really they would be my whores, doing what I want! Yes, and I would just lie there and laugh, and pull my n*****s high, so high, while they watched, daring them to start. And then they would grab me like a piece of meat, and put me under them, and throw my bare thighs wide to mount me with a grunt, and just use me and use me and use me. Oh, can you imagine it, Brad? One big veiny purple erection after another—taking me, owning me, filling me, over and over and over!” Her eyes burned huge and glassy. “Mm, and they’d squirt me full of their gooey wet sperm, absolutely full, on and on, splashing and bubbling…”

What she proposed was shocking and disgusting, as embarrassing to him as it should have been to her. And yet...Well, in a way he almost could understand something of her delight in a messily f****d v****a. He himself was no stranger to dildoing that beautiful cunt after he had already filled it with his own sperm, after all, and he knew very well the heady joy of gazing reverently into that curl-wreathed garden of fragrant, cummy pink flesh—feeling it wet and slippery and oozing beneath his wild fingers, watching it bubble and splash so close before his wild-eyed face, breathing in the very essence of her intoxicating sexuality!

The sudden remembrance made his own c**k twitch strangely now. And yet what she wanted, he realized bleakly, was not the splattering plunge of the couple’s favorite rubber phallus but the real thing—the intrusive penetration of stranger after stranger, balls-deep and messy, a shocking betrayal...His blood seemed to run cold.

“If you were a good little boy,” she teased him wickedly, “I might just let you watch, Brad. But that’s all! You could only stand there, and shiver and watch and wait. You would suffer with all the things they do to me, and with the way I respond so easily to the simple flattery of their firm, muscular bodies.” Her smile was devilishly gleeful. “But no matter what I let all those nameless, naked studs do to me, don’t you dare think I’d deign to let you even stick in your little finger until I had satisfied eeeevery other d**k first.”