When finally the wave receded, my heart stopped hammering, my hips ceased convulsing, and my breathing began to return to normal, I raised my face to his and we kissed long and deep and dirty once more.

I could tell he was thrilled by me, as though strangely proud of my orgasm, rightly claiming part responsibility for it.

'That felt like a good one!' he commented quietly.

'It was' I breathed. 'it was wonderful! Thank you'.

He squeezed me and we kissed again, this time making it last, our desire once more rising with each writhe of our tongues.

Orgasming beside him, against him, my excitement caused by the open confessions and suggestions we had indulged in, melted the very last inhibitions or feelings of self consciousness I may have had and I think he sensed this too. I had declared myself in the most obvious and undeniable way possible and he had been both catalyst and witness. What was there to hide now?

Our lips parted and I felt him move against me as though making himself more comfortable, as though settling down for what was to come and once more my excitement began to increase. There are times when I can achieve orgasm up to five times, each almost better than the last until suddenly I am spent. After the first or second the edge goes off my appetite but does not soften it, simply taking away the urgency so I can enjoy the following ones slowly and fully. It's sometimes as though I can get dirtier in my mind after the first is over and I can stay on this sexual high until my last orgasm leaves me drained.

As my arousal began to rise once more I could feel this mood coming upon me and I welcomed it like the first glows of sunlight in the morning. I snuggled excitedly down against him, wondering where we would go now, awaiting his lead, wanting to be led.

When once more we began to speak much of what we exchanged may seem superfluous, but to us it wasn't. The pleasure was in the shared talk, in the open confessions and unreserved revelations. Things that didn't require to be said were said, simply for the pleasure in saying and hearing them, sharing them.

'Did you enjoy saying all those things Stella?' he whispered, his voice quieter now, more controlled.

I moved my mouth closer to his ear, revelling in our hushed and secretive whispering, my fingers once more curled gently around his wonderfully swollen organ, caressing and massaging it, teasing it, and teasing myself with its shape and hardness.

'Yes John. I loved saying them. I got off on saying them, hearing you say them.'

He chuckled wickedly and I found myself smiling against him. It just felt so good to be able to turn one another on so much with things like this. So open. So unrestricted.

'I enjoyed saying them as well,' he continued, 'and I loved hearing you confess them too! I did worry I may have gone too far though even though I felt confident you would enjoy all I said and suggested.'

'I did enjoy it all John, that I swear. I know how you mean it when you say I am nasty and dirty ... it's almost a form of compliment in a way .. you mean it with excitement and appreciation .. it's what you want me to be because it excites you to think of me in that way.'

He nodded his head quietly in the darkness.

'Yes, that's it exactly Stella. From the first time I saw you at work I felt there was much more to you than meets the eye .. that kind of 'still waters run deep' impression. And then when we began to enjoy our conversation at the Christmas party and I could see and sense your genuine interest and arousal, it was then I knew for sure. You and I are very alike in many ways.'

'I hope I'm not that obvious!' I teased gently and he squeezed me in response.

'You're not. Not obvious at all and that's much of the excitement for me. It's just that I have considerably more life experience than most I suppose, and I also suspect that there is a lot of truth in the adage 'it takes one to know one'.

I kissed his chest, revelling in the heat and hairiness of him.

'Perverts you mean?' I teased and he chuckled and squeezed me once more.

'Yes Stella. Perverts. Unashamed perverts!'

We kissed again, long and slow and deep, and it was delicious. I moved my body against his thigh, getting myself more comfortable, settling down for another good frigg against him, welcoming the filth I knew would come, my anticipation and arousal mounting with every passing moment.

'You know,' he began, his voice once more low and secretive, his words slow as though relishing each and every one, this only adding to the feeling of relaxed familiarity and mutual enjoyment. 'When I got home after that Christmas party I masturbated three times in the one evening, I was just so turned on. Turned on not only by the topics we had enjoyed, but by the fact we had shared them. I just wanted you to know that. I found the whole thing hugely exciting.'

I giggled against his chest and stroked his thick erection nice and slow and salaciously, warming to him even more for this confession, another accolade in ways.

'I had one in the car before I even made it home!' I replied, totally unashamed.

He laughed quietly and stroked my back with appreciation.

'What did you think about?' I asked, 'you know, while you masturbated?'

He was silent for a moment as though sorting his thoughts.

'Hard to say now-exactly-there was such a conglomeration of thoughts, but I do remember thinking about the animals being trained, the girls in the arena with them, and about you.'

I moved against him, my fingers beginning to work their magic on my clit once more, my hand squeezing his hot column of flesh with excitement, loving the gentle ooze of pre-cum that wept from his wide open piss slit and allowed my fingertips to slither smoothly and slickly all over his distended dome.

'What did you think about me?' I whispered. 'Do please tell if you remember ... and I promise you John, it doesn't matter how bad or wrong it is. That's the truth.'

He squeezed me and pushed my hips against his thigh, his body beginning to move gently as I stroked at him, obviously aroused by my interest and assurances.

'I thought of us sitting masturbating openly, watching each other as we had that same conversation, both of us naked and enjoying it in the way we had but without any of the restrictions created by the party.'

I breathed in his ear, a long 'pheewww' to show my excitement, stroking him all the while, fingers gripping a little tighter to convey my enjoyment and encourage him for more.

'And then I thought of you with animals Stella .... '

'Oh yes!' I breathed. 'Don't stop .. please?'

'I thought of you with a horse ....' He whispered and as the words left his mouth I felt his cock twitch and thicken momentarily in my fingers, this revealing his own excitement in confessing and in turn increasing my own arousal and pleasure.

'A big horse? I mean not a pony or anything, a fully grown Hunter or something?'

'Yes Stella, a fully grown full sized horse.'

'Pheww!' I breathed. 'I like that. I like that a lot John. Please, tell me ... did you imagine me enjoying it .. or otherwise?'

For a moment he hesitated in replying and I gave him his time, allowing him to form his response without being pressed. I was hugely aroused and not just from the thought of being fantasised about in this way, but also from the fact we were once more having this kind of conversation.

'You were enjoying it Stella, enjoying it hugely ... but I confess I wanted to think of you otherwise, of you not enjoying it, but the mental images just wouldn't come....'

My mind flipped over and for a moment I forgot to breathe. Such stark honesty, such courage, such a perverted thought! I wanted to voice my enthusiasm, my encouragement, to reassure him it was all ok and that I liked it, but the words wouldn't come so after a moment I simply slid my head down over his belly and for the first time took his cock into my mouth.

It was large but not stupidly large, just very swollen with lust, the head a bulbous flared dome that fitted nicely into my mouth. I was not an overly experienced cock sucker but I loved doing it and for the next minute or so I worshiped his cock in the best way I knew how, teasing the flared edge with the tip of my tongue, worming it into the single eye at the tip, widening my mouth as much as I could and dropping it down over his dome in a poor attempt at deep throating him, revelling in the size and shape of his distended helmet, pushing into my throat, the slightly salty tang of his pre-cum as it leaked into my welcoming mouth. Finally I salivated all over the rubbery head and came up for air. We kissed deeply and I knew it was his way of showing delight at my display of appreciation.

A new orgasm was building rapidly inside me and my body moved urgently against his own once more. My mind was a turmoil of erotic and filthy thoughts, images inspired by his words. When we broke the kiss I rolled onto my back and spread my thigh wide beneath the warm covers, one hand going to my breast while the other slid slickly through the wet and open lips of my cunt.

John came onto his side against me, his own hand moving down over my body so he could feel what I was doing to myself. Grasping it I guided his fingers to my slit and holding them firmly began to masturbate myself with them, using them as I used my own. He caught on pretty quickly and within moments I began to release my grip on him as he continued on his own. My hand now free I moved it back to his cock as he twisted his hips to expose it for me, my fingers sliding delightfully wet and slippery over the hot, hard flesh.

'Do it now if you want John ...' I hissed up at his face above me. 'Imagine a horse cock in the cunt you are rubbing ...imagine we are back in Roman times with no restrictions and no morals ... imagine it filling me, raping me .. do you want to do that? Is that what you'd like to imagine?'

'Fuck yes Stella!' he hissed back at me, his hand moving faster on my clit now so my hips bucked and rose to meet the pressure, thighs wide and begging for more.

'Then just do it. Imagine me being raped by a huge stallion with a massive cock John .. that's what I want you to get off on. I want to be raped by animals and I want you to delight in my rape ... Was it a big horse .. have a big cock? Tell me John, don't hold back ...'

'Yes, it was big Stella .. fucking huge .. two foot long, thick and red and blotchy and dripping with spunk ...'

'Oh yes! Yes!' I hissed, our words louder now, more demanding and rapid. 'And how was I positioned? On my back with my legs tied wide? Or down on all fours with my bum pushed right up in the air to meet it?'

Our hands moved fast and hard now as we masturbated one another almost ruthlessly, violently. My breasts had reached aching point and I had to leave them in peace once more, moving my hand down and grasping John's wrist tightly, encouraging him to rub me harder and harder as my orgasm came rushing upon me.

'On your back Stella, just as you are right now, legs apart and tied, bonds holding your upper body, rope around your neck ....'

'Oh fuck yes! Yes! So I can see it approach, see its huge cock swaying and jerking with anticipation, look down over my belly and see that massively flared head oozing and drooling with spunk for me .... Do you want to guide it into me John .. take that big heavy cock meat in your hand, feel the weight and heat and power of it as you press the flaring helmet to my wide open cunt ....?'

Sliding my hand down over his I pulled his fingers from my demanding clit and squeezed them together to make a cone out of his fist. Holding him firmly I guided the tips of his fingers to my open hole and began to feed them inside. He got the message immediately and began to dig his coned fingers into me while my own hand moved to my clit and resumed the beating tattoo I so longed for now.

'Don't let me hurt you .. ' he hissed.

'You won't .. promise .. hard as you like .. just do it to me like the horse would ..'

His fist pushed deeper making me lift my hips from the bed as he twisted and ground his fingers into me. I could feel my cunt being stretched wide, feel the first stabs of pain as flesh and muscle were forced open, feel the ease of pressure as he slid them slightly back out of me, twisting and turning them so as to spread my copious lubrication over them and my entrance before once more thrusting them hard back into me, each time getting a little deeper. My body bucked and heaved beneath him, my orgasm once more lifting me and rushing me like a breaker towards the rising beach.

'Oh fuck yes .. that's it John .. help the horse rape me .. hurt me with its cock ..' I pleaded, mind crazy with lust, body bucking and heaving as I crested the roller and it began to tumble beneath me.

'Yes Stella!' he hissed, hand digging. 'It's going into you now, a fucking huge horse cock pressing into your hot little cunt .. it's going to rape you Stella .. rip you open .. damage your cunt .. ruin your fuck hole ... stab it's cock meat deep and uncaringly into you ....'

'Ohhhh .. god yesss... don't stop .. make it worse for me ...' I gasped, lost now, too far gone to care any more.

'Imagine the crowds watching you being bestially raped Stella .. jeering and crying and shouting with delight, all the men with hard cocks in their fists, masturbating furiously, spunk flying as they orgasm to your degradation .. imagine the cock in you just like my fist is pumping at your spread hole .. imagine the girth of it splitting you wide, tearing your whore hole so it rips and the horse can force even more inside you, imagine how it would grunt and pant and thrust and rut into you, powerful flanks shimmering and jerking as its massive organ tears into your belly, the huge flare guttering and jetting with ropes of hot cum .. hot horse semen filling your fuck hole .... Horse cock meat ripping your cunt wide ..... crowds jeering and leering and panting like rampant dogs, eyes glazed with lust for you.. wanting to see you impaled ... killed by cock ...'

And I came and I came and I came .. his words enough to drive me over the top and send me tumbling down the face of the wave once more.

I eased his hand from where it was still jammed into my convulsing sex, closing my thighs with my own hand still trapped between them, pulling my knees up and turning onto my side to face him. He rolled onto his back to give me room, his arm going around my shoulders and gentling me through my orgasm and the aftershocks as I shuddered and sobbed on his chest. And finally it was done, my body slowed and stilled, my mind began to return to the present.