Jeff and Lisa's custard bin adventure Part 6. For Jeff.

Warning: This chapter contains elements of bondage, humiliation, elements of self, physical harm & explosive erotic sexual references and other such adult themes.

Not for the faint-hearted or light reading before bed or bath time.

This work is fiction & I do not recommend anyone attempts in real life the elements portrayed in this text.

By PrimeSlimeTime. (C) UMD.net 2019.

Lisa encouraged me in where to touch her with her vivid pink new friend the vibrations very strong in my hands as I teased her with it where she wanted, some spots on her body causing a stronger reaction, more so as I neared the very tops of her legs, squirming about, voicing her pleasure at what it was doing to her, the crease between her leg and torso on her panty line offering her a very intense workout, the left side more than the right for some unknown reason. I pressed it just above her mound causing her to thrash about wildly; the toy shaking her to her core, the innocent little machine doing unbelievable things to her as I mouthed her slowly firmly licking her slit from the bottom to the top, sucking deeply on her clit, squeezing it tightly and a little painfully between my lips, my tongue lashing it wildly, her screams of lust loud in my ears, her hands gripping my head, her fingers knotted in my hair jerking my head painfully this way and that, loudly voicing obscenities at me and I shook my head from her strong grip losing some hair to her hands, moving back down the bed to give her more space, sliding the toy gently into her, her body bucking and thrashing about in response to the sexual torture it was giving her, rocked by an orgasm that made me feel uneasy because of its violence. It was huge, like something from a demonic possession, her hands tearing at the bedding, her animal like screams of pleasure raspy and broken, her body shaking violently in the grip of an erotic sensory seizure and gasping for air. I immediately realised in alarm my mistake and attempted to remove the toy by the tail, it firmlyin place by her severe contractions and tugging at it, it would not come out, so I pulled on its tail, it still refusing to budge. I grabbed the phone that was lying on the bed where she had dropped it, quickly turning it off stopping the toy in its tracks, the machine now unmoving inside her, she was out of breath and struggling to get air into her lungs. Her diaphragm heaved and dropped attempting to get her oxygen, and she lost her grip on reality and passed out, her brain and tortured body starved of much needed oxygen.

I ran to the bathroom grabbing the vase of fresh flowers from the vanity ripping the flowers out and ran to her throwing the water in her face and on her body to wake her up, the cold water jolting her back to reality and she shivered under the chill, revived, visibly distressed by the experience as she sobbed and cried aloud then started to laugh uncontrollably through her stream of tears, her orgasm still rippling through her though not as intense as it was moments ago.

My heart was pounding out of fear for her and I climbed up on the bed and ripped the lifeless toy out of her, causing her to scream out and squirt heavily, her hips and pelvis bucking, her body convulsing in response, her stream and her urine spraying all over the bed and high in the air onto the floor, her muscles taut and spasming, her right hand in her opening, her thumb furiously thrashing her clit, her orgasm peaking then releasing her, a final blast of her cum soaking the bottom of her bed and her legs and feet the level of violence highly disturbing, it finally letting her go, her body twitching lifeless on the bed, exhausted from the violent release of sexual tension.

I was kneeling on her bed on all fours in shock, horrified from what my eyes had witnessed, my knuckles white, my breathing heavy, my pulse pounding loudly in my ears, my hands visibly shaking as I shook her arms and legs to get a response from her, hoping she was still alive. She moved her head and arms, still very much alive, her voice uttering things I did not understand, at least she wasn't dead from the experience. I breathed a heavy sigh of relief and began to relax as she feebly called out my name, reaching for me with her hands, her body still twitching and her cum still oozing onto the bedding from within her. Never in my life did I ever wish to experience such a thing again. I lay down next to her my leg over her in comfort, and she grabbed at me pulling my leg up over her, her free hand grabbing at my arm dragging me towards her, then placing her arm around my neck she pulled me close, our eyes meeting as she burst out laughing then sobbing, unable to stop. Looking up at the ceiling, she moved her other hand up, the back of her hand covering her mouth, smothering her laughter and crying, her emotions lost and uncontrollable for some time, streams of tears running down her face and she turned her head to look at me, her eyes glazed over, causing me to smile then laugh with her. I asked if she had done that before, her response, never like that, as we both burst out laughing, our endorphins taking over, releasing us from the alarming sight of her and tension of the last few minutes, fear replaced by joy, and we kissed and rolled about on the soaked bedding, the musky scent of her sex filling the room as we covered ourselves in it.
I looked for the toy and finding it I threw it across the room bouncing it off the wall with a loud thud, the not so innocent device landing on the floor lifeless as if it were dead. "You're not having that back", I said to her sternly shaking my head as we giggled then laughed about the experience, our composure more or less returned, my head still shaking, her response to me a thrilled shut up and kiss me darling, her arms around my neck as we pashed, our kissing furious, our tongues teasing each other, her very strong sucking on my mouth giving me goosebumps as we rolled around the bed giggling and laughing as the moment subsided, our breathing almost normal.

That little pink thing proved dangerous in her hands, shocking me by the level of sexual torture it displayed, and I made a mental note to be careful to keep it out of her hands and well out of her sight. "Any other toys in this house I need to know of,", I questioned with my eyebrows raised. Her gaze narrowed causing the hair on the back of my neck to stand on end, her smile now gone and she replied, "oh no, there's no way you're taking that away from me, and it's too heavy for you to move it anyway", she replied coyly, pushing me away and sitting up her arms outstretched behind her to hold her up staring at me in the all too familiar don't make me angry face. I sat up myself not believing what she was saying, shaking my head at what she had said, trying to visualize a sexual toy that was too heavy to move, in fear of it as the tiny pink vibe was deadly, so what was I in for next.

"So you want to see it then", she questioned in a serious I'm not mucking around tone and reaching out for my hand as she crawled off the bed, taking me with her out the door to a smaller room down the hall. Her legs were wobbly, and she stumbled against the wall grabbing at me for support, her head dizzy, her eyes filled with stars, her blood pressure through the roof, pounding audibly in her ears as she salivated and drooled, seriously fucked up. She almost collapsed as she reached for the door handle, her hand shaking, forcing me to support her weight, and I opened the door of the very dark room, helping her inside, her foot kicking out at the door slamming it shut, plunging us into darkness. The only light in the room was the thin stream from under the door and I gently lowered her to the floor, a crumpled wet mess covered in water, sweat and other body fluids, her body still shaking, hot and slimy from her own cum and urine, covered in it, still not fully recovered from her orgasm on the bed in the next room.

I sat down on the hard cold floor cradling her in my arms, her saliva dripping down on my arms, her body still heaving and shaking as she sobbed, covered in goosebumps from the chill in the room and I patiently allowed her some time to gather herself, not saying a word, cuddling her like a baby, my eyes adjusting to the darkness, and looking up an eerie glow caught my attention on the ceiling. The ceiling was coming to life painted in the milky way galaxy, a myriad of stars glowing down upon us as if the roof had been removed, a vast arctic landscape appearing on the wall, the Aurora Borealis, glowing intensely in the darkness on two walls in the room, the air was crisp, in stark contrast to the rest of the house, this room was beautifully intoxicating and nothing else was visible. I shivered with goosebumps, taking in the scene in the darkness, wrapped around her, her body in my lap with her head on my chest, her burning body heat keeping us both warm. I whispered, "fuck this is amazing", in disbelief, and she nodded her head softly telling me she visited this room often, her intense loneliness satisfied, her strong need for company temporarily set aside, the room wrapping her up and carrying her off to far away places giving her the peace and comfort she so desperately wanted for herself, her life up til now, deprived of anycompany, this room easing her bouts of depression, and she calmly admitted to me she sometimes self harmed, her intense loneliness unbearable to her grieving soul.

I was aghast, and it hit me like a brick, the pieces of her puzzle finally falling into place, and I was grateful to realise I was the one who unknowingly, could break through her wall of defences, freeing her from her painful solitude, and I began to sob and cry with her out of sympathy, cradling her and she reached up to me throwing her shaking arms around my neck, swinging her legs over me, wrapping them around me pressing herself against me as she howled, inconsolable as if her best friend had just died. I rocked her gently, her head on my chest, her streams of tears soaking me and I cried aloud with her, unable to stop myself, my feelings of love and compassion for her overwhelming me, and I lifted her face to my own in the darkness, and searching for her mouth I kissed her passionately through our sobbing together, my arms around her, my fingers running through her wet sticky hair, feeling her pain, heartache and sorrow strongly, the poor woman, her life deprived of comfort, compassion, company and love for such a long time, all these things so desperately needed in her life.
There was a soft beeping from somewhere in the room, her telling me it was the silent air conditioning switching off, as she had purposely set it very low recently, the chill in the room soothing her need to escape from this life. We sat there in the darkness for a long time, becoming uncomfortable on the cold hard floor, tolerating the discomfort, our physical touching therapy for us both as she relaxed from her emotions, feeling much more at ease with herself, her kissing more intense as passionate as ever, her hands moving down to my loins, my erection to her touch instant and she stroked me gently with both hands, teasing my balls with her fingers, softly moaning whispering her thanks and love to me for caring for her so delicately. She then got on all fours and grabbing my arm we crawled off in the dark, her leading me to some very comfortable mats elsewhere in the room, my hands finding some articles of clothing on the floor, a soft silky puffy jacket, then another larger one, the familiar feel of silky full knickers and a bra, then something else, like maybe a skirt or jacket or pants, I was feeling around in the dark attempting to visualize what I was touching.

The light in the room had improved a little thanks to the stunning night time glowing display on the walls and ceiling and I began to get a feel for the size of the surrounding space. She had gone to a lot of expense to create her private world and sanctuary, obviously distraught with her painful life, this room her only means of escape from it, and she began to dress in the dark on her knees, my hand touching hers, holding out to me what felt like pants and a puffy jacket, the pants a little tight and long in the leg and I squeezed into them, adjusting them to size around the waist as I got into them, then slipping on the soft silky jacket I felt around for her, finding her ankle, she was lying on her back in a bra and full silky knickers, and a jacket similar to mine only larger, and she drew me up to herself clutching at my jacket, wrapping her legs around me, searching for my mouth and we rolled around on the mats, making out, our kissing soft and sensual, feeling each other's clothes, my hands grabbing her oversized jacket, my kisses moving down her neck making her moan, then down to her cleavage and breasts, her nipples hard in my mouth making her squeal and shiver at my touch, feeding hungrily on her luscious breasts sucking on them taking as much of them in my mouth as I could get, my free hand finding her hair, knotting my fingers through it, pulling hard at it, making her shudder and moan at her movement being restricted.

She whispered to me fuck me baby, her animal lust returning in seconds, her body hot sticky and sweaty to my touch, the taste of her body fluids on her skin, both sour and sweet, my hands finding her skirt, sliding it up her legs and I was able to switch my position, my face to her soaking wet knickers, her legs wide open, her hands to my pants removing my erection, her hot mouth to the head of it, her tongue teasing it as she took me tightly in her mouth, sucking on me and swallowing my full length down the back of her throat, the pleasure of our sixty nineing in our clothes wonderful to experience and I furiously growled down on her with my face, licking, sucking and gently biting down on her, our sex once again on fire and we took our time making the other climax, her making me cum heavily on her breasts and jacket, wiping my pulsing cock all over them, as I squirted stream after stream all over her, her moans in satisfaction unmistakable in the dark, she then tensed up and I felt her shake, grabbing hold of my clothes as she squirted more essence over my face and chest through her soft soaking wet knickers, rolling us over so she was now on top as she came, her cum pouring out over my jacket, face and chest, her pleasure complete, us both satisfied there in the dark and we laid still relaxing back on the mats, recovering from our invigorating oral sex session our positions still reversed, our arms around the others legs, and we lay there for some time in peace, finding safe and secure comfort in each other.

I looked up in the room's darkness, the vivid light show on the walls and ceiling a panorama of the night sky and northern lights and I asked her how did it get there. She had a friend into art, a beautiful soul, Alana Regina, a private person who had a thing for making the impossible real with exquisite pieces of art, Lisa pointing out her signature, her also having works displayed in other places, Alana telling her of a hospital somewhere where she was contracted to place her works and then change them up providing a vibrant and fresh look to the atriums and corridors giving the patients and staff some wonderful artworks to view. I reversed my position on her, finding her legs as they wrapped around me, her mouth seeking mine, kissing me softly for a long time, our physical and emotional connections as one then she suddenly tired from what we were doing, and stood up helping me to my feet.

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