_________________________________ Surviving the Divorce - Chapter 2 It wasn't until months later that I learned the route to the wine country from San Francisco. From the time we left the curb at Dolores' house until we pulled up in front of a posh bed and breakfast near someplace called St. Helena, I saw only Patricia. We held hands most of the way, and we talked. I realized, somewhere along the way, that I enjoyed listening to her as much as talking to her. A distinct change from my usual mode. She didn't prattle or gossip. When she had something to say, it was built on knowledge tempered with a formidable intellect and a willingness to think. Even when I disagreed with her, I had to admire the cogency of her arguments. It was strange not having to carry anything to our room - the chauffeur took care of that, but I thought I could get used to it. We changed clothes for dinner, and I discovered that Patricia had reservations at a small local Italian place. I suppose the food was good. The service must have been excellent, because I hardly noticed the waiters. By the time we got back into the limo, I was sure we were in love. Patricia, though, seemed to grow tense as we entered the car. "Gary," she said, holding herself a little away from me, "I need to ask something of you. Do you think you can trust me?" I wasn't sure where this was going, so I made sure to examine my own feelings before answering. "Let me put it this way, Patricia." I said, "If I should put my life in your hands and you decided to end it, I would still consider it to have been a bet worth making. Trust is a thing that takes time to build, but I feel so strongly about what we're building here that I'm willing to take that gamble. I hope that answers your question to your satisfaction." She smiled and cupped my cheek with a soft palm. "Honest and forthright, just as Dolores said! Very well, then! It's nothing so drastic as putting your life in my hands, but when we get back to the room, I'm going to ask you to put your trust in me, okay?" "Okay." We held hands in silence, each thinking our own thoughts on the short ride back to the B&B. When we were alone, with the door locked, Patricia turned to me with a serious countenance. "Dolores told me about your conversation," she said softly, "you know, when she asked what your perfect woman was like?" I nodded, not sure whether I should thank Dolores or get on her case for betraying my trust. "Are you up for a little adventure tonight?" Again I nodded, and she continued, "Most times, I love being sweet and feminine, but sometimes I like to have the upper hand..." She pulled a coil of soft rope from her bag. "Will you go along with me on this?" My cock was clamoring to get out of my pants, so it didn't take me long to answer, "Do you want me to take my clothes off first, or do you want to do it?" She smiled, and gestured, "Disrobe, if you please!" It didn't take long, and I was glad for the rigor of my workouts as I stood, naked and vulnerable, before this lovely, regal beauty, who stood before me still fully clothed. She gestured to a wood-frame chair with arms and a padded seat. By the time she finished binding me, something at which I was convinced she had plenty of practice, my forearms were fastened to the arms of the chair, and my feet rested on the seat, hard against my buttocks, bound also to the chair arms, leaving my entire nether region open and vulnerable. "I have another reason for binding you, Gary." Patricia said softly, as she started to undress in front of me, "You see, there is something about me that you don't know. I reveal it only to very special people, but I have learned from hard experience to protect myself, just in case..." Her blouse slipped down those long, slender arms to fall on the floor, followed closely by the lacy scrap of her bra. Patricia's breasts, somewhat larger than a handful, still stood proud and firm, high on her chest. The skirt soon joined the small pile of clothing on the floor, revealing long, gracefully curved legs that seemed to go on forever. For some reason, she turned to the side to slip off her panties, and did something between her legs before turning back to face me, one hand shielding her crotch. "This is my secret, Gary." she said, and the tremor in her voice made me glance upward. Her expression contained fear, hope, and a plea, and my gaze returned to her crotch to see what could cause such a mixture of emotions. Her hand moved slowly aside, and a long, limp cock dropped from its hiding place. Well, that WAS a surprise - a shock even, but my first thought had my own manhood rising in a completely unambiguous response. I looked back at Patricia's face, licked my suddenly dry lips, and croaked, "Please be gentle. It's my first time...!" Her eyes flickered from my face to my crotch, then back to my face, and suddenly she was kissing me. I responded as best I could from my bondage. It was surreal, as this lovely, sophisticated lady devoured my mouth, her slender body and smooth belly ground against me as her improbable cock rose, rubbing slimily against mine in the pre-cum that poured from both! Then, another shock: Patricia straddled the chair arms, putting her thighs over my forearms, and settled in my lap, sinking my rampant rod deep into what could only be a tight, wet, pussy! Her cock, which by now had reached porn-star proportions, slapped my belly as she impaled herself on mine! I wanted to help, but bound as I was, there was little I could do, so I relaxed and let her use me. Use me she did, moaning into my mouth as her pelvis pounded into mine! In seconds I was pouring cum deep inside her, groaning through the most intense orgasm of my life! No sooner had I stopped pumping than Patricia stood, still wearing the heels and stockings she'd worn to dinner. "Will you be my slut tonight, Gary?" She whispered with burning intensity, "Will you forget about your cock for the rest of the night and service mine?" "Any night, Patricia!" I gasped, still leaking fluid onto my belly, "Any day, any hour!" "If I release you, will you be good?" she asked. "Yes," I replied, "but may I ask a favor?" "What?" "Please don't release me unless you intend to bind me in another position..." She gave me a feral smile, her cock bobbing before her, and said, "I just KNEW you and I were going to get along!" With that, she straddled the chair again, only this time her slimy purple cockhead bumped my lips, trailing pre-cum. My tongue extended automatically to clean it off, and I found the taste not unpleasant. When that enormous rod approached a second time, I opened my mouth to accept it. "Mmmm!" I moaned around her plum, and felt it twitch. Using my lips to shield the tender cockflesh from the harshness of my teeth, I leaned forward, taking more of it. I knew about the gag reflex from my reading, but it was one thing to read about and quite another to try to control in real life. I closed my eyes and concentrated, ruthlessly suppressing the urge to vomit each time the reflex triggered. I pictured that beautiful cock buried deep in my face, it's lovely owner in the throes of ecstasy, and in fits and starts, I gradually swallowed every steel-hard centimeter of it. I don't mean to imply that it was easy! By the time my nose flattened against Patricia's cute little bowl of a belly, tears were streaming down my face! I was still being caught off guard, now and then by the gag impulse, but it was getting better. To my astonishment, my own prick had risen once again! Just the thought of this beautiful lady stuffing a huge, natural cock down my throat had resurrected me! I slid backward and reluctantly let her slip from my mouth. I gazed upward past those soft, succulent breasts and begged, "Fuck me!" before recapturing my prize and sinking once more to its root. This time it was easier, at least until Patricia took me at my word, grabbed a double handful of my hair, and began stroking vigorously down my throat! All I could do was ride it out, choking and gagging as she used me like a whore! Fortunately, it wasn't a very long ride, though it seemed like it would take forever! No more than a minute after she began, Patricia cried out and slammed hard into my face! I could feel her shaft pulsing as she pumped load after load directly into my stomach! "You continue to amaze me, you dear man!" Patricia gasped, her chest heaving "When I asked you to be my slut, I didn't think you'd take to it with so much enthusiasm!" "I take to YOU with enthusiasm, Patricia." I said, smiling,"Tomorrow, or the next day, or the next, we will see how you take to being MY slut, but for tonight, I'm yours to do with as you please!" "Oooh! Tough talk!" she laughed, "I can hardly wait! But now, I want something else. Are you ready for what comes next?" "Yes, but please," I replied, "do be gentle, at least at first. It really is my first time!" "I wouldn't dream of hurting you!" she said softly, then drew a switchblade from her bag and snapped it open! My ball sack automatically tightened and my eyes got huge, but Patricia laughed and cut the rope securing one wrist to the chair. "I mean it, Gary!" she said, "I just want you in a different position for this part!" I rubbed the circulation back into my hands and feet as the ropes fell away, then did some stretches to limber up sore joints. To my relief, instead of more rope, Patricia retrieved a set of fleece-lined leather cuffs from the bag, each attached to a length of chain ending in a padlock. She piled a couple of pillows in the middle of the bed, then turned to me, smiling, her flagstaff already at half-mast once again. Her soft, gentle hands guided me to the position in which she wanted me: face down with the pillows under my hips. With practiced ease and delicious teasing, she soon had me secured, somewhat more comfortably than before, thank goodness. I was spread helplessly across the bed as soft hands kneaded my back, buttocks and legs. "Just relax, baby!" Patricia cooed, "You're going to enjoy this!" Those gentle hands pried my buttocks apart, and I felt warm breath in a place that never expected to receive it. Also unexpected was the warm wetness of her tongue as it probed insistently at the tight muscular ring of my anus! My involuntary tightening, however, quickly gave way to trembling acceptance as the wonderful feeling evoked by that illicit invasion shot up my spine! "MMMMmmm!" I groaned into the bedclothes, cocking my hips to allow better access! Playfully, but insistently, that obscenely wet, warm digit coaxed aside all resistence, extending further and further into my willing fundament! As quickly as it began, it ended, and I found myself pushing my ass at the air in an obscene caricature of fucking, trying to recapture that wonderful feeling! I heard a 'SPLURT' behind me and soon felt something cold shocking the entrance that had moments before stood open and ready. The spincter once again clamped down in response to the temperature change, but the slender finger that wormed its way in had no trouble at all coaxing the muscles to give way before it. Much deeper than the tongue before it, that insistent probe dug far into my private shit repository! Oh FUCK! This was out of this world! That slippery digit wriggled and explored, touching things that loved to be touched and things that cringed at the merest brush of foreign flesh! Oh, this was going to be an adventure! While I marveled at the sensations, a second finger insinuated itsef alongside its sister! Dancing and poking into nooks and crannies, those two sharp-nailed twigs stirred up my insides and sent chills up and down my spine! A third finger, a brief flash of pain, and another short, wild dance inside me! Four fingers, more pain, lasting longer, but OH the sensation they aroused, violating my most private place! I cursed all the years my wife had refused to experiment, and heaped blessings on Dolores for matching me to this wonderful, devilish creature! Her other hand stroked lightly up and down my revitalized erection, and I felt the invader slip deeper, twisting and turning, until her thumb rested in the crease of my buttocks, pressed solidly home! She was in me to her thumb! I almost came right there, but she released my cock and slowly withdrew her hand. "You're ready for me now, baby!" she whispered, hovering over my back, "You're ready to lose your virginity, and become, truly, my slut!" Hard, pointed nipples brushed my shoulder-blades, and I felt her fumbling around near my butt. Then, the soft, warm plum of that wonderful, impossible cock nudged its way into the slippery crater of my anus. I WAS ready! Instead of cringing, tightening, fighting, I felt my ring open like a flower to welcome her inside! Slowly, steadily that long, thick, velvet covered steel bar inched its way into me! It reached the point where Patricia's fingers had delved, then continued on. Something resisted, deep inside, then gave way with a lurch, and I felt my colon invaded! Deeper, impossibly deeper, Patricia drove her wonderful cock inside me! I felt the soft brush of pubic hair on my buttocks, but still she moved inward! Finally, my buttocks flattened against her belly, she could go no further! I felt like I needed to shit in the worst way, but at the same time reveled in the warm, pulsing presence so deep inside me! I was truly taken, and I loved it! Then, a new/old sensation began. The long, sliding withdrawal, until the ridge of her cockhead tugged at the inside of my sphincter! I heard guttural moaning and realized it was coming from my own throat. It changed to a hoarse bellow as that massive plunger charged back in! God that felt good! "Are you ready to be fucked, baby?" Patricia whispered into my ear, "Are you my slut?" "Yes!" I cried, unthinking, "Ravish me! Fuck my slutty ass!" I FELT like a slut as for the next quarter hour or so, Patricia pounded into me, sometimes with long strokes, sometimes with short. I moaned, groaned, cried and begged for every thrust, every bruising assault on my abused prostate! I had never been a vocal lover, and I wondered where it came from, but I could no more stop it than I could stop that conquering spear from stabbing repeatedly into my guts! Hard, soft, slow, fast! Patricia swiveled her hips, forcing things to shift inside me as my guts rearranged themselves! I loved every second of it! As her climax approached, Patricia pulled my hips off the pillows and grabbed my cock with her still-slippery right hand, and my balls with the other! Slamming into me like a pile driver, she mauled my family jewels. Twisting, pulling, squeezing, she abused my rigid dick and throbbing balls, and I ate it up! It hurt, but combined with the sensations inside me, it was incredibly erotic! Suddenly, my lover slammed deep into my ass, yanking my cock one way and my tortured balls the other, until I thought she would rip them out by the roots! Her embedded cock pulsed and jerked inside me, flooding my intestines with superheated plasma! Then it hit me! A beautiful woman - THIS beautiful woman - was EJACULATING IN MY ASS! Something deep inside me clutched, then spat vehemently! My cocktube burned as my own ejaculation fought its way through the death grip Patricia's hand had on it! Each time I felt another blast from her, my own body let go with one of its own, almost as if they were connected! Finally, Patricia released a huge gust of air from her lungs and collapsed on top of me. I lay gasping for air as I savored the aftermath of my first no-holds-barred, down-and-dirty, FUCK. My ass milked the softening shaft inside, enjoying the softness, but missing already the fierce invader from a few moments ago. There was something comforting about having Patricia's soft, relaxed body draped across my back, and I found myself drifting into a pre-sleep state in just a few moments, only to be jolted awake as she began to withdraw from my ass. The sensation was both familiar and strange, as I had many times experienced having something exiting my body via that portal, but had never had anything PULLED out of it! When she finally slipped free, Patricia kissed me warmly on the back of my neck, then freed my hands. "Let's shower." she whispered. "Your wish is my command, Madam!" I replied. Patricia unfastened my ankle cuffs and we made our way to the bathroom. I must have been walking strangely, because my backside certainly felt different than it had when we returned from dinner. I felt empty, and yet had the urge to take a dump. The shower was big enough for both of us and we took turns washing each other's backs. When Patricia washed mine, she lovingly lathered and rinsed my crease as well, playing with the swollen, softened ring of my slightly sore anus. As we dried off and returned naked to the bed, we both knew that some things needed to be said.