A Siren's Song

Isaac could hear Emma before he could see her. Just five minutes after she had left her exhausted boyfriend holding her panties alone in the middle of the gym, her moans now filled the building like an orchestra through a concert hall, the familiar sounds of pleasure reverberated in his ear drums; her throat an instrument belting out highs and lows. He could discern Grant as well, the massive teen’s voice accompanied Emma as if he were the beat to her rhythm, deep constant groans at consistent intervals as the lovers intertwined beyond Isaac’s sight.

Upon first taking in the noise, Isaac had made to leave the gym and allow his girlfriend to enjoy herself free of his expectations… But her voice. Her moans. Her cries. They filled his head, like a siren’s song, begging him to witness the goddess.

Slowly, Isaac creeped into the locker room. It was full of a thick mist, acting like a fog and blurring his vision. His forehead was slick with sweat, although he could not tell whether it was from his nerves or from humidity.

As he approached the showers, the moans of pleasure grew louder, and more frequent. When he finally caught sight of them, it was if the siren’s call had driven him to relish in the sight of two spirits dancing around one another, their passion intertwined.

Grant had Emma pinned with her back against the tiled white wall, her face bearing the full brunt of the showerhead’s stream, although she didn’t seem to mind. Her legs were wrapped around his waist while her arms held onto his back, her fingernails digging into his skin.

For Isaac, the sight was erotic, and his pants stirred, but he didn’t dare give into his pleasures by masturbating. He wanted to experience the moment as it truly was, as if he was looking into a masterpiece at an art gallery. He could not tarnish this memory by inserting himself. The all-too familiar feeling of angst was still there, but that sensation only seemed to add to the majesty of the moment.

The interlaced couple continued, neither seeming to notice the voyeur. Both of their bodies were red from the shower’s heat and their own exhaustion, and as the sex prolonged their movements became more and more animalistic, each **** to bring forth their climax. The symphony of their gasps of pleasure, conjoined to the pulse brought forth by the slapping of their flesh, began to increase in tempo. Occasionally, their cries of ecstasy were muffled by furious kissing, their mouths interlocked as Emma would scream with delight down Grant’s throat as his thrusts became more bestial.

The mist obscured parts of Isaac’s vision, seeming to wrap around the couple’s bodies, and the light penetrated the haze oddly, making their lovemaking seem ethereal.

Emma’s body was like a ragdoll, her limbs limp as every one of Grant’s thrusts slid her back and forwards on his enormous cock, each time he changed direction bringing forth a new gasp from her. Not once did either of the pair speak, their only communication their unforced, guttural exclamations. Grant’s massive build made Emma’s small frame seem like a toy to pleasure himself with, her sole purpose to submit to his massive appendage.

In his literature lessons at school, Isaac had read about Rousseau’s noble savage; to Isaac, their fornication was like a noble savagery, stunning in its primality and free from judgement. If there really was an Adam and Eve, perhaps they looked something like this.

Eventually, Grant’s movements evolved from frantic to slow, exhausted, and grateful thrusts, each fluctuation still making Emma’s figure tremble. Her toes would unclench and then clench again as she orgasmed atop Grant, her fingernails digging deep ravines into the skin on his back.

Finally, Grant’s muscles shuddered one last time, his hands wrapped around Emma’s entire body as he flushed his fluid into her. Both let out ragged breaths as the deed finished. Emma slipped off Grant, sliding slowly against the tiled wall on her back until she lay debilitated on the floor, the shower head still heaving water onto her glistening flesh. The pair noticed Isaac for the first time, although neither seemed surprised at his presence. Grant left, his eyes refusing to meet Isaac’s as he left his conquest to languish, filled with his seed. For a moment, Isaac just stared at Emma, taking in the full extent of her naked beauty before slowly approaching her.

“Why don’t you hate me? I keep trying to hurt you.” Tears streamed down her exquisite face, mingling with beads of sweat like rivers flowing into a lake. Despite the hot water that rained down upon her, she still smelt of sex and perspiration.

“You’re my butterfly.” Ignoring her look of confusion, he leaned down and pecked her tenderly on the lips, her eyes still watering.

“I love you, Emma.”