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From: Tiramisu <tiramixu@yahoo.com>
Subject: {ASSM} RP Tiramisu "REBECCA RISING". MF, romantic bd.
Date: Fri,  1 Dec 2000 06:10:06 -0500
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CONTENT WARNING: This story has an adult theme and may include graphic
descriptions  of sexual acts.  If it is either illegal where you are,
or
you are not of legal age to view such material,  please stop now.

REBECCA RISING by Tiramisu. MF, con, light bd.

This story completes the trilogy which begins with REBECCA and
continues with REBECCA'S CHOICE. This story is written to stand alone,
but you may wish to read REBECCA and REBECCA'S CHOICE first.

Copyright 1999 by Tiramisu. All rights reserved. Please do not repost
without explicit permission of the author. Permission is granted for
archiving in ass and assm.

Comments are welcome. Email Tiramixu@yahoo.com.



REBECCA RISING


Rebecca awakened to darkness.

She was naked. She never slept in the nude...

Ohhhh. She remembered.

Jason. She began to remember more as she came more fully awake. Oh my.

OHMYGOD.

She had never known she had the capacity for such intense eroticism.
No, not the capacity. The need.

How many orgasms? She'd lost count. First, in the restaurant. God, she
had actually done that. Actually removed her panties and touched
herself as he instructed. Orgasmed as he instructed. And then, later,
when he had let her choose, and she had said she wanted him inside her,
when she had begged like a slut in heat.

No, not a slut. Just a woman whose soul had been touched, whose desires
were finally unleashed.

Fuck me, please, she had begged. And he did. Oh God, did he ever.

She'd never used that word before. Well, almost never. And never like
that. But last night, she'd screamed it over and over. Fuck me. Please
fuck me.

Whenever he got close to coming himself he had stopped, pulled out,
teased her with fingers, lips, tongue,  driving her over the edge again
and again, before he finally exploded inside her, driving her to one
last climax.

The room wasn't dark, she realized suddenly. She was still wearing the
blindfold she had worn last night.  Ohhh. And when she had needed to
pee in the middle of the night, he had led her, naked and blindfolded,
to the bathroom. Oh my. Had he watched her? She felt very naked.

She reached up to remove the blindfold. She felt the silk scarves on
her wrists. But her hands were free to move. Tentatively, her fingers
touched the blindfold.

"Don't," he whispered softly and gently rolled her onto her
stomach. "Leave your hands where they are."

He kissed her neck. "Sweet Rebecca," he whispered. "You're mine. You
want to be mine."

"Yes."

"Thank you for your orgasms. You are beautiful when you come. I want
you to come for me now. When you are ready, I'll remove the blindfold.
I want to look at your eyes when you come."

"Yesss," she whispered.

She felt his hand slide under her. His fingers slid across her belly,
his hand rested on her mound. She wanted it to move lower. She felt
fingertips trace circles on her neck, on her back, slowly  moving
lower. His mouth followed, nibbling her neck. His wet tongue sliding
across her neck and shoulders. His teeth lightly grazing her flesh.

She began to squirm, already becoming aroused by his touch, by the
knowledge of what would follow.

His hand moved lower under her, a finger resting on her lips, the base
of the finger resting on her clitoris. Not moving. She squirmed against
it.

His other hand moved lower on her back. Fingertips tickling her
asscheeks, the back of her thigh. Her legs moved apart. She felt his
lips, tongue, teeth on her neck.

Ohh.

Squirming against his hand, her swollen lips parted, drawing his finger
between them. Her clit grew harder. She gripped the sheets tightly in
her hands.

His fingertips moved back up the back of her thigh, moved to the inside
of her thigh, teasing between her legs, the crack of her ass,
fluttering lightly over her pussy, lightly scratching up her back,
across her neck.

He removed the blindfold.

She turned to see him smiling at her. She smiled. He pressed his lips
to hers, holding her eyes with his as they kissed. His fingers moved
back down over her back. His tongue found hers.

Hmmmmm.

She felt a finger slide between her legs, into her pussy from behind.
She was wet. It slid into her easily. The hand below her moved lower, a
second finger slid into her from below. She ground her hips, riding the
fingers which penetrated her. He sucked her tongue. She felt his hard
cock throb against her hip, felt the drop of moisture at the tip.

The hand under her moved up, the finger sliding out of her, spreading
her moisture up over her clit. She moaned. A second finger slid into
her from behind, filling her again. She moved against the finger on her
clit, moving closer to the edge.

He nibbled her lower lip, kissing, sucking. He licked her tongue,
swirled his tongue around hers. He slid his fingers from her pussy,
spreading her wetness over her perineum. A small finger touched her
anus. She moaned again. The finger was wet. Gently it pressed into her.

Ohhh.

She was racing toward the abyss. One finger caressed her clit,
spreading wetness over it as she rode it.   Another finger gently
fucked her tender asshole. Two fingers slid into her pussy.

She groaned. Bucked. Fucked his fingers, looking into his eyes, trying
to tell him with her eyes what she was feeling.

She came.

Moaning, sucking his tongue, licking his face, bucking against his
fingers.

Her spirit soared. Free.

When she stopped moving, he withdrew one hand, put his arm around her,
leaving the other  hand under her, resting on her sensitive flesh, not
moving.

Gently, he kissed her,  their eyes still locked together. Gently, he
took her hands, reattached the silk scarves to the headboard, and
whispered, "Good morning darling."




END

Copyright 1999
Tiramisu


Authors note:

When I began Rebecca's story it naturally had four parts. The dinner,
before the "exploring" begins. Rebecca exploring during dinner. The
elevator. Jason's room after dinner.

Long stories tend to be, well, long. So I broke it into parts. The
entire dinner became "Rebecca". Then, parts three and four
became "Rebecca's Choice."

I couldn't very well end it inn the elevator, though I was tempted to.
Sex in Jason's room seemed anticlimactic. Nothing I could write seemed
adequate after the elevator scene. So I ended "Rebecca's Choice" in
Jason's room, leaving a lot to the reader's imagination.

This required a fifth part. I hope "Rebecca Rising" provided a suitable
conclusion to Rebecca's story.

And of course, Rebecca and Jason seem destined to be together for a
long time. Perhaps we will see them again.

I hope you found the idea of making this a trilogy rather than either a
serial or one long story was effective.

Comments are welcome, to ASSD or by email to Tiramixu@Yahoo.com

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