To a laughing lover

Ben laughed aloud that very evening, while it was still far too raw in you to see the humour there at all.

"And then what happened?" He enquired, still chuckling… Actually wiping a tear from the corner of his eye.

You were in a much more familiar position of lovemaking now. Knees up by your ears as he slid himself in and out of your anus while the story was told. Somehow, having the grounding of his nice, meaty cock inside you helped recount the story without shrivelling up in shame and embarrassment.

"She just sorta grabbed a towel from the back of the sofa to cover herself and screamed at him to go wait in the kitchen…"

The clenching tightness of the woman’s whole body tensing at the moment she saw her son was still fresh in your mind. You were ashamed at how amazing that had suddenly felt, as you had already been balancing upon the cusp of orgasm.

"The worst thing was… I kinda came inside of her, right then… just out of pure embarrassment. And I think she did too…"

That started Ben off again, and left more of a glint in his eye as he continued to try and fuck you between bouts of unrestrained giggling. You were pretty sure he was finding this as arousing as he was hilarious, the dirty pervert. But then… that was why you loved him. Nothing ever seemed quite so horrendously wrong when looked at from Ben’s point of view.

"So we both had to… just sort of deal with that for a minute or two. Before she could even start trying to get dressed. And she was in such a hurry… she didn’t wipe off much of the massage oil at all. So all her clothes just started clinging to her really tightly…"

This was all too much for your lover. He collapsed down on top of you, guffawing but also smothering you in a thousand kisses.

"Well that’s quite the eventful day you've had, little sex-pest. Picking up numbers and horny nurses all over! I told you it wouldn't take long before half the town was chasing after this cute li'l butt… You'll be the town bike in no time!"

It still seemed a little unbelievable to you… how proud and encouraging your one-and-only sounded at the prospect of you screwing every stranger in a 5-mile radius. Yet the self-confidence and acknowledgement that he had instilled in you recognised the warmth behind those words: That was the fantasy your heart ached to live out. Where others might wish to one day raise a family, or own a yacht or successful business. You dreamed of not being able to walk five paces down the street without someone wanting to bend you over and make use of your supple body. You wanted to be an open receptacle for the love and lust of everyone and anyone who might so much as glance your way.

That was not how the world worked though… That was not what society deemed acceptable as an aim. You knew all too well how harsh and disgusted people's reactions could be to the very notion that that was who you were. Friends could so quickly turn to snide, gossiping enemies if they caught even a glimpse of what your heart actually yearned for.

"You don't think… Tomi and Sara might never speak to us again now?" You whimpered, fears and doubts overtaking you. "You don't think she'll be too embarrassed and he'll just be really creeped out?!"

Ben softened from his laughter instantly, though at least one part of him remained rock solid and rhythmic. He knew sliding that thing out of you would only allow more room for the worries to get in.

“No… I don’t think that’s what’ll happen at all. Something tells me those two have been on their own against the world long enough to become a little more… understanding. I think Tomi’s a little more fascinated by you… than disgusted. He’ll come around tomorrow… you’ll see.”

As always, Ben’s words soothed you in ways no-one else could… Though your faith remained shaken and nerves could not settle completely. Once he’d finished inside you, and drifted off to sleep… you lay there in his arms. Wondering if it was really possible for you to live those secret fantasies… without ending up just hurting those you cared for.