The Poem Of Ecstasy - Sex Stories

The Poem Of Ecstasy

... Being still young and naive, he didn’t see any drawbacks or dangers in his newly acquired masochism. Indeed, the thought that things could escalate or spiral out of control didn’t occur to him at all. After a particularly brutal 24-stroke caning one rainy Wednesday, he gasped when she produced a fiendish-looking purple strap-on cock. “No way!” he shouted. “Nonsense, Alan. You will learn to take it and thank me for it. This will become part of your training and practice regime. It punishes the inside of your bottom, just like the cane punishes the outside.” “This is too much, Madeleine!” “Nonsense, my boy! Surely you’ve had a penis up there?” “Certainly not! I’m straight. Can we change the subject please?” “No, I don’t think so. Now, you do realise that the human back passage is designed to accommodate a penis in comfort?” “What?” “Yes, perfectly natural!” “I don’t think so, thank you very much! I bet you’ve never had a cock up your arse!” “Language, Alan! Actually, I have and I found it most enjoyable. Let’s go to bed, shall we?” Reluctantly, he did as he was told. She rode him roughly and enthusiastically. The purple phallus thrust in and out of his tight virgin hole. After the initial pain and terror, he found it quite stimulating. It was a long, hard fuck. Over the following weeks and months he grew to love anal activity as much as the bite and sting of the rattan cane. A while later, Alan ran off with a male percussionist from the city’s leading orchestra. A rather bitter and incredulous Madeleine was left as alone as she had been before she’d met her teenage lover. Her only comfort in life seemed to be the purple plastic cock, which she used to service herself, front and rear.