What else but anal?

Reality fades back in, but this time waking up feels very different than usual. Normally I'm groggy and hardly looking forward to the day to come, but now there's this immensely pleasurable sensation that I can't pinpoint the source of. It seems to be enveloping my whole body... Wait, hold on, that's just my dick. Is something going on with it?

I carefully lift my eyelids and the first thing I see upon regaining consciousness is Dahlia using my cock like it's a dildo, taking it balls-deep into her ass while in reverse cowgirl, making an effort not to wake me up while doing so.

Too bad she did. What a way to confirm that the whole of yesterday wasn't a dream! The realization of what's happening combined with watching her chubby butt give my shaft the massage of a lifetime has me squirming with pleasure on the bed. The feeling is one thing, but the thought is an another. As the cherry on top, she has put her stockings back on, but her sweater is still somewhere to be seen. I make sure I don't look like I want her to stop, because I really don't, so I assume a benevolent smile and groan happily, thrusting a bit to help her bounce easier. She looks back over her shoulder after stopping for a few seconds due to realizing that I've woken up and sees to her relief that I really aren't trying to stop her, greeting me: "Mornin', Lewis~!" -and going right back to massaging my dick with her rectum.

It's all real, for sure. That sensation of her shithole gliding along my member doesn't lie. Even if all of that Release stuff was just a dream or a false memory, I'd still be happy with Dahlia alone. Hardly believing my luck, I start thrusting slower and deeper, mumbling with a slight rasp: "Guh... Gonna..!" She gets the idea and prepares to finish me off by carefully rotating herself from reverse cowgirl to cowgirl, being sure to put her body on display while she milks my cock dry. To watch my flesh sink in so deep into her most intimate opening while stretching it wide open, her pussy dripping wet yet unused right in front of me, her fat jugs bouncing like basketballs... "Ghyaaahh-!" I half-scream and buck up into Dahlia's asshole, injecting my love-juices within her depths, the throbbing lasting half a minute at least. She sticks her tongue out and groans while looking like she's in high heavens, the raunchy anal service clearly pleasurable to both of us. She did look like the kind that loves her shitter well-reamed and I'm more than happy to be her testifier.

I finally calm down, still panting while taking in the sight of her putting her feet down and pushing herself off me, her pucker letting out a little pop as it separates from its lover. Then she does what I'm sure I'd never see any other Released do even if I asked and kneels onto the bed between my legs, taking the freshly fucked member that's still covered in anal juices, and practically swallows it just to clean it up. She seems to really enjoy the taste, too. I'd cum twice in a row from that if I could, but for now she realizes the experience is getting a bit too intense for me, partly due to the post-orgasm fatigue that's starting to settle into my loins. She lets her lips peel the mess off the shaft's surface, lifts her head off, and swallows unusually loudly.

The monster in front of me climbs off the bed and puts her aforementioned sweater on. I thought she looked nice with a bed-head, but her hair all long and clean like that isn't too shabby either. While dressing up, she bends over enough to let me see a drop of cum clinging to the side of her slightly distended anus, which I have to admit makes me feel a little proud. I came so much that even though I shot so deep into her, it's already trying to escape? With a load in her ass, she seems to head for the kitchen. I'll take a moment to gather myself and then we'll see to it that she's not alone in there.

After exiting the bathroom where I washed my face, (but not without catching a relieving glimpse of a used enema bag... I only had that in case of a medical emergency) I find Dahlia staring idly at the contents of my fridge. She looks like she's never seen food before. "Uh..." -I begin- "Is there something wrong?" She looks straight at me and exclaims: "It's nothing but rabbit food! Is there anything here that tastes good?" That's right, I don't know a whole lot of people around here who still insist on making almost all their meals out of fresh, raw ingredients- and she doesn't look like the type that adheres to the healthiest diets- so I try to convince her: "It tastes fine after you've prepared it. I can show you how, if you'd like." She still doesn't look fully convinced, but I gently push her aside and begin working on a simple stew, making sure she sees what I'm doing.

The dinner table occupied by two, I watch Dahlia prod at a broccoli in her dish with a spoon. "Didn't your parents get you used to eating your greens?" -I quip, trying to be funny. She freezes in place the moment I mention her parents, making me second-guess myself, and then replies: "...No." -and simply eats what's in front of her, possibly just to occupy her mouth to cut the conversation short. That probably washes off the bad taste, both literally and figuratively. She lifts her brow and tilts her head sideways, shrugs, and then goes back to eating. I join in, the morning sun shimmering in through a window behind her, making me think of Aphrodite.

After we're both done with the stew, Dahlia seems satisfied, rubbing her belly. Now if that's not one of the most strangely erotic things I've seen... I move from one chair to another, sitting down right next to her, and hook my thumbs under her shirt, tugging it up just enough to bare her abdomen. Her chub- perfectly smooth with absolutely no rolls- is revealed, which makes her sigh: "Thanks." I just have to get closer to that, so I crawl under the dinner table and hover my face just inches from her groin, looking up at her from a low angle. Now even though we just fucked and ate, seeing her splayed out like that in pure satisfaction with her legs open, showing off the puffy pussy that I remember sucking on during yesterday's shower, her big, firm tits clad in fabric, her stomach filled and thus a little bigger than usual, is giving rise to more hunger than before.

I place my tongue over the base of her slit and drag it all the way over to her clit, eliciting a moan. She didn't cum from the anal? She'll cum now! "Moving on to dessert, I see?" -she interrupts me and looks down, pushing her legs even wider than they were before and rubbing her lips against mine. Not wasting time, I start eating her out, tasting the juices that gathered there while I was using her other hole. She gyrates her hips and pants, letting out he occasional gasp when I happen to land upon a particularly nice spot. I put my fingers to work in seeking for her g-spot, not forgetting to lick where I can, rubbing her thigh with the one free hand. Doesn't take long to bring her to the edge, and just as I take her to climax, I just so happen to get a hold of her pleasure button, which I **** thoroughly to make her scream. To amplify the experience further, I put all my effort into suckling on her clit while massaging the roof of her vagina, hoping to pay back what I owe her with added interest. The moment she falls limp and quiets down, I pull my fingers out of her and leave her clitoris at peace, a little puddle forming on the chair as I end up dragging fluids out of her cunt. I don't think I'll ever clean that up.

Her breath picks back up, relieving me of the worry that she's passed out, and brushes my hair like I'm some kind of puppy dog. I further add to that comparison by crawling out from under the table on my knees. She's laying back in the dining chair, looking satisfied enough. Better leave her for now. Wait... Shit, have I really been naked this whole time? I'm really getting used to this, aren't I? Still, no matter how much I'd like to walk around in public with just my birthday suit on, the winter up in this part of the States is nippy enough for me to want to at least put some clothes on. Going around without pants was ultimately not enough. Moving on to my... Our bedroom, I look through my... Dammit, OUR closet and wardrobe while thinking about what to wear.

Now, earlier, Dahlia said that she didn't recognize me as a Released when we first met due to me being fully clothed. Does that mean the Released are typically dressed differently from the Shackled? It would make for an obvious flag, for sure. I think the most outrageous thing I could do is leave my genitals and some of my ass exposed while covering up everything else pretty much like Dahlia does; that'll get the message across. But how am I do that? I guess I have **** but to go buy crotchless pants from somewhere, custom-make them, or to get used to wearing stockings or leg warmers.

For now, I sacrifice a pair of sweatpants to my cause and scissor out a single hole running pretty much from my pubis all the way down and around to the top of my asscrack. Trying the modified pants on, I find them surprisingly comfortable... And sexy. That'll do for now. In addition, I think I'll put on a turtleneck, the same jacket as yesterday on top of that, some more comfortable shoes in the form of sneakers, and a beanie. Dahlia looks through Chelsey's stuff, the little of it that the woman left behind as she took off, and picks out a hoodie to replace her sweater, to wear along with the same stockings and shoes that she's had on until now.

I've also taken a moment to look through my belongings, wondering if there's anything among them that I care about enough to keep on my person in case something happens to this house. I did find a few mementos, mostly photographs, that I'm actually fond of. That and some extra clothes I'd rather not throw away. Personal hygiene is a must, so don't forget the toothbrush... A knife and a flashlight, some dynamic rope, a lighter... Also, a notepad and some pens and pencils in case I need to write something down. All of this is enough to fit into a single backpack, which is exactly what I sling over my shoulder after the job of packing it is done. The rest is honestly just trash that I wouldn't miss in any case, including this apartment itself.

I get Dahlia to pack all of my potential food into a pair of insulated bags, which she happily carries right behind me all the way to the car after I tell her we'd drive past the local homeless shelter to drop them off. Would hate to see all of it go to waste. Now, my original plan was to go to that commune- if I understood correctly- of Released down in Tribeca. I could also go anywhere else around this here N-Y... Or the rest of the world, really. All I want is to go out there and have fun, because as a Released, Earth is my oyster. I don't even know if I'll ever come back to this shithole of an apartment again.