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  Elize thought about it for a moment as the breeze played with her hair. Should he take off her top? It was taboo, that much was certain. There wasn't anyone around though.

  Another thought sprung into her head. What if it led to more? There was a chance that taking her top off would lead to more than just a painting... like touching and kissing and even more than that.

  For a second the idea of getting friendly with the strange man behind the easel scared her. But then the next moment, it made warmness spread deep in her womb that she hadn't felt in a very long time with her fiancé.

  Guilt flooded through her for a few seconds, and then went away just as quickly to be replaced with lust. Before she could consider the consequences any further, she arched her back so her hands could undo the knot holding her bikini top together, and slowly let the top slide to the ground.

  “Wow,” Joey said, his mouth hung open behind the canvas on the easel. “You are so beautiful in the nude.”

  “Well, thanks,” Elize said.

  “Not to say that you weren't beautiful before you were nude,” Joey said. “I mean, of course you were. But, you know, when someone amazing looking when take their top off, it's kind of like an eclipse. Everything stops and everyone just stares.”

  Elize couldn't help but smile as she snuggled back into the plush recliner. It reminded her of a shrink’s sofa. It was a divan, no back along the long ends but there was where there would usually only be an arm rest on a regular recliner. The sun felt great against her tits. She hoped that laying out for Joey would help even out the pesky tan lines she'd gotten while lounging on beaches and hanging out around the village.

  “Excellent, excellent,” Joey said. He'd quickly transformed from what seemed to be a gawking teenager to a professional man working the canvas, as if he was born to it. “Just relax and snuggle in to the recliner, that's right. You know, it's like you've done this before. Have you ever modeled before? No? Well you could have fooled me. You seem to be a natural at it.”

  Elize posed for him on the couch for a good forty five minutes before she fell asleep. Between the sun, the sound of the waves on the not too distant shore, and the wind caressing her nipples to erection, she hadn’t felt this great.

  When she woke, she couldn't remember where she was at or what she was doing at first, but then it all came back to her. Slowly she opened her eyes to see a cluster of grapes dangling in front of her face.

  She smiled as Joey lowered the grapes so that one hovered just above her lips. She playfully nipped the grape off of the cluster. She reached out with her hand to find Joey sitting next to her on the recliner, and then moved her hremmand to his crouch to find his rock hard erection waiting.

  Instead of getting shy and shrinking away from her touch, Joey instead shifted his weight so his boner protruded even more from the folds of his pants. He smiled devilishly at her.

  Without any words he leaned forward and put his lips to hers.

  Elize didn't know what to do, but found herself kissing him back nonetheless. It felt good to be wanted by someone so attractive.

  Thoughts of her fiancé floated through her head but she managed to keep them at bay, since he was literally millions of miles away from her, while she explored Joey's mouth with her tongue.

  It was a great feeling, the way her skin seemed to electrify with his every touch, something that hadn't happened for her in a long time.

  Joey's hand started by cupping her face as he kissed her, then slowly slid down to her right breast, his fingers stopping to play with her nipple. Then, slowly, it kept descending down her body until it found its way under her bikini bottom... and his fingers started parting her pussy lips.

  Elize inhaled sharply as Joey slowly pushed one finger, then two, into her. At first it seemed like he would be content to just have them a knuckle deep in her pussy, but then he started to feel deeper for her G spot.

  She rocked her hips upward in order to give him better access, and moaned when he finally found it.

  Joey rubbed small circles on the most sensitive spot her body had besides her clit, and she loved every minute of it.

  And then she started wanting to do something she had wanted to try before but couldn’t dare with Gerald.

  “Joey... I want to try something,” she gasped.

  “What? Tell it to me, baby.”

  “Fuck me like I’m dirty,” she said.

  He smiled.

  Chapter Five

  “OH, BABY,” ELIZE moaned. “Oh fuck, yes, baby. You make me feel so good. I love the way you feel inside of me. I wish it was your cock. Oh, daddy, do you have a big cock?”

  Joey stood up and dropped his drawers in almost one motion. Elize couldn't help but smile to herself with how excited he was to fuck her. The feeling of lust was palpable, especially so when he dropped his drawers and his throbbing member bounced in the air in between them.

  It must have been about nine inches long and maybe six around. It was hard to tell by just eye balling it. Whatever the exact dimensions were, his dick was big... really big. Much larger than her fiancé’s dick.

  Elize hopped off the recliner and got on her knees in front of Joey. He arched his back and slowly drag his big dick over her face. She stuck her tongue out and licked the underside of the big wiener. She was so wet and could feel it between her legs, but she'd have to wait before getting any of his big dick in her.

  Elize started playing with his it, fondling his balls and taking the head into her mouth so she could swirl her tongue around the tip.

  She loved the way he moaned as she quickly bobbed her head back and forth on his dick with quick, jerky motions of her head. The big head of his dick made a slurp slip slurp slip sound as she sucked as hard as she could on it.

  Joey grabbed her head firmly and held it in front of him, feeding his long hard snake of a cock into her mouth. At first he only fed her one inch, then two, then three and four. Elize did her best to take as much of the dick as she could, but eventually started to gag around seven inches. It was just too much for her to take in her mouth all at once.

  Elize opened up her throat the best aveKshe could as Joey kept steadily feed cock into her mouth with his hips. She wasn't sure if she would be able to deep throat all of him or not, but she had a good idea that she would find out. Joey steadily fed all of his dick into her mouth and down her throat as far as it would go. Elize wasn't even sure how he managed to do it, or where it all went to. It wasn't like his cock was half flaccid at all. It was rock hard and throbbing.

  Between strokes she would gasp and sputter for air, loving every second of it.

  When Joey had got enough of her throat, he'd grabbed both of her big tits and started to fuck them with a look on his face, like he was in pure heaven. Elize couldn't help but smile as he did so. It was so empowering to know that she could turn someone on that much.

  Elize took over holding her tits together for Joey as he fucked them so he could play with her nipples and reach down behind her to play with her pussy. She loved every second of it, and tried to get in a good lick or two on his dick whenever its cock head poked through her cleavage.

  Once Joey really built up some steam, she just left her head down with her mouth open as he rammed his cock through her tits and into her waiting mouth. She played with his balls, massaging and squeezing them.

  “Jesus-fucking-Christ, you feel so good baby,” Joey said. “I love how your tits feel and how soft and warm your mouth is. Do you want to get back on the recliner so daddy can fuck you?”

  “Fuck, yes,” Elize said. “I can't wait to get fucked by you and you know it. Oh baby your dick is so fucking big! I want you to fill me up with it! I want you to pound my pussy until I come again and again.”

  Elize got up and laid down on the recliner with her legs spread. For a few seconds Joey stood there, tugging on his dick with a huge smile on his face, just surveying Elize's beauty as she lay before him completely naked fingering herself.

  “Oh,
baby, I am so ready for you to fuck me,” Elize said. “I am so fucking ready for you to pound my pussy with your big dick! Oh God, you have no idea how badly I want to get fucked. I want to get fucked so bad.”

  “I'm going to fuck you so hard,” Joey said. “Just you wait. You have no idea what's coming.”

  Joey jumped on the recliner with her and started slapping his big dick against her pussy.

  Chapter Six

  “ARE YOU READY, baby?” Joey asked. “Are you ready to take my big dick? Yeah, do you like it?” Joey said. “I bet you are. I bet you fucking love how big my dick is for you right now. I bet you fucking love it more than anything, don't you?”

  Joey dragged Elize's wrists and held her hands up by her head, one on each side. Elize started licking her lips as she watched Joey's dick smack into her wet pussy again and again.

  Slowly Joey rubbed the head of his dick in the folds of her pussy lips as he gently rocked back and forth. Joey inched the tip of his throbbing member in bit by bit.

  After an uncountable number of tiny, little thrusts back and forth that always left his dick deeper in her and his balls closer to resting on her ass, he bottomed out, then started grinding into her, trying to reach as far back as he could into her pussy.

  Joey couldn't believe how unbelievably good she felt, she was so tight and wet for him. He reached down and gave one of her nipples a good squeeze before he put her legs up over his shoulders and started to slowly build up a temp to the point where he was fucking Elize as hard as he could.

  She couldn't get enough of it, clawing at his ass and reaching around his legs to stroke his balls while he fucked her. It felt sidto good to get fucked like this. She had often wondered. Now she knew. Now she knew that what she’d done in the past, with her past boyfriends, had been the standard.

  This was dirty, and rough. She’d never experienced it before and she didn’t know she could take it — especially with such a big dick.

  But this-was-awesome.

  “Oh, shit,” Joey said while he panted. “Oh my God, you feel good.”

  “Oh baby, you feel good to,” Elize said. “Just keep fucking me, right there, don't stop. I love how your big dick feels.”

  Joey couldn't help himself but play with Elize's big tits while he fucked her. Tweaking her nipples just right made her squeal with delight. Joey loved it when the women he fucked were submissive while being responsive to what he did; to him it really made the fantasy of his partner being into the sex a reality.

  A good lover let their partner know what they liked, what they didn’t like. The worst fucks were the ones that just laid there and moaned regardless of what he did. Joey found it really hard to gauge what was actually working when that happened.

  When his lover vocalized what they liked, it was much easier to please them, he found. Elize was hot and exactly the kind of girl that Joey found attractive, with luscious tits and ample, perky butt cheeks. He loved to watch the way her body responded to his thrusts. He loved watching the expressions playing on her pretty face as she reacted to every thrust, long or short, hard or not.

  He loved seeing how she loved all of it.

  “Turn me over and fuck me from behind,” Elize said. “I want you to fuck me from behind so much, I love it. I love that position and I want you to put your big dick deep into my pussy.”

  Without hesitating, Joey flipped Elize over so that she was mashed up against the rising end of the recliner. Her tits balled up underneath her chest while he pounded her. He massaged her ass cheeks and gave them a few firm slaps while he fucked her from behind, leaning over a little bit as he did so he could see her face crying out in pleasure as it pressed against the end of the recliner.

  “Do you like that baby?” Joey said. “Do you like the way my dick pounds you like the little slut you are?”

  Joey knew that submissive lovers needed to hear dirty words of encouragement, and he was pretty good at talking dirty when it’s needed.

  “Oh yes, please fuck me harder. Please make me your little slut!” Elize moaned. “I love it, how you pound my pussy. Oh fuck. Oh fucking Christ, I love it.”

  Joey reached forward and caught a handful of Elize's hair and, careful to wrap it around his hand once so he got his grip right up close to the roots, pulled her head so her back was taught and really tried to get his dick in her as deep as he could. Elize started to slam back into him and make a rolling motion with her hips whenever his dick sunk deep into her. The noises she made were so vulgar, so in the moment of ecstasy that Joey couldn't help but smile.

  “Oh fuck, baby, I'm going to cum soon,” Joey said.

  “Cum on my face! Cum on my face and tits, please!” Elize said desperately.

  When Joey pulled away from her, Elize jumped off of the recliner and got on her knees while she pressed her tits together. Joey frantically jerked his throbbing cock as rope after rope of semen shot out like streamers to stripe Elize's face and tits with a gooey frosting. She tried to catch of much of it in her mouth as she could, but most of it splattered her face and hair, with only a little bit making it into her mouth and back to her tonsils.

  “Fuck yes, baby, eat my fucking cum,” Joey said.

  With a few more flicks of hi C fl her tos wrist he was drained. Elize slid over to him and took his cock into her mouth, careful to suck it nice and clean. “Did you like it, Joey?” Elize asked with a big smile on her face while she playful dropped Joey's nuts into her mouth like they were grapes.

  He nodded, a thin sweat on his forehead and a satisfied smile on his lips. “That was so good,” Joey said. And he meant it.

  As if realizing for the first time that anyone around them could see, Elize looked around the house and lawn for any prying eyes. When there was no one around but them and a few birds in the trees, she relaxed.

  Joey ran inside quickly and grabbed a few robes out of a small closet in his room. They both put them in and lounged together on the recliner, cuddling like a couple that had been together a long time.

  Then Joey fell asleep. She smiled, thinking that he really felt that comfortable with her that he could do something like that.

  Then she felt a little sad. She really enjoyed what they did. She hadn’t felt this good for a very long time.

  She slipped away back to the resort before he could wake up. On her way, she thought about what she'd just done and wondered what her fiancé would think.

  She didn't worry too much, though. He would never find out, that much she was certain of.

  Since she would never see Joey again.

  Chapter Seven

  JUDE WOKE UP in his house. The light streamed through the blinds in a particularly harsh way, like the light was awfully white and had some kind of mass to it that wouldn't normally allow it to pass through glass.

  He got up from the sofa. He must have fallen asleep on the couch watching football or something. Two kids that he was sure hadn't been born in real life ran past him and outside to play.

  “This must be a dream,” Jude said to himself.

  He felt split into three, like he was still the sex king Joey who he'd just been laying on the recliner with Elize, but he was trying to be Jude and some future Jude with children at the same time. Or at least his subconscious was.

  “Honey, what's going on?” Jude shouted in to his wife in the kitchen. It sounded like she was doing dishes but it was hard to tell, the sound seemed like it was muffled and distorted somehow.

  Tamara's voice came clear through the fog that had settled over his senses.

  “Hey baby, you're back! Why don't you come in here and give me a kiss!”

  Tamara sounded excited, and it made Jude's pulse race. It was like he had never seen her before and this would be the first time. He thought about their first kiss and their first night together. He remembered their first fight and the first time they made up. Jude also had memories he knew weren't real yet of his children, two boys a few years apart, being born.

  Jude walked out of t
he living room and turned to face Tamara in the kitchen, but what lay in front of him instead of his beautiful wife were rooms, hundreds of rooms connected to each other, forever. Many of the rooms were strange mutations of his living rooms while some of them were completely different rooms he'd never seen before.

  “Are you coming?” Tamara's voice came from the distance, like she was on the other side of a hill. “Baby, I've missed you so much are you comi—” Tamara's voice cut off mid word as it grew to faint, to nothing at all.

  Jude started sprinting through the rooms, but they weren't all in a straight line. He tried to keep track in his head how many twists and bends there were, but he couldn't. It wasn't long before he couldn't even see the place he'd started at or remember how to ge F fl hd tt there. Some of the rooms had forks in them, so it wasn't as easy as just going back the way he'd come.

  He wished he'd just gone outside of the house and looked in the windows. Maybe that would have worked the way he thought it would. All he knew now was that he was stuck in some kind of maze.

  Suddenly, he remembered and pulled his cell phone out. It had full bars. He quickly dialed in his wife's number and listened to the phone ring. It rang and rang and rang until he forgot how long he had been standing there listening. The sun streaming through the blinds on the multitude of windows around him had turned a crimson color only found in the setting sun.

  “Hello,” Tamara's voice came through the phone. “Baby where are you?”

  “Hey, don't worry, okay? Everything is going to be all right. Where are you at?” Jude asked.

  “I'm in the kitchen, I think, or what used to be our kitchen,” Tamara's voice was shaky, like she was holding back tears. “I'm not sure what is going on. One minute everything is fine then the next minute everything is ruined. What happened, Jude? Did you do something? Can you control any of this?”

  Jude hung the phone up and looked out one of the blinds. His yard outside had multiplied to infinite yards stretching forever to his left and his right. Had he changed things? Had sleeping with the woman he'd met on the beach somehow broken their relationship in ways he couldn't even imagine?