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Subject: {ASSM} Point Of No Return. (M+/F)
Date: Mon,  4 Aug 2003 09:10:04 -0400
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Adult material. Stay off if you are not allowed.


Point Of No Return.

A stroke story by BlackKnight.

	She was snoring lightly beside him, when he made his decision.

	This Friday night she had done it again. They had driven each other to 
ultimate heights of passion, playing games, telling about all the horny 
fantasies they had. Lisa had come at least ten times, while he told her 
about the two men he wanted to fuck her, and when he finally erupted in her 
sloppy cunt, she had cried out in a violent orgasm.

	And then she did it again. When their heartbeats had returned to normal, 
she sang out her usual chorus: "But I'll never do it for real."

	Lars had tried plenty to persuade her, but he was always met with refusal. 
He had tried to understand the psychology behind her reluctance, but with no 
result. She would scream with joy and excitement, when he whispered slimy, 
vulgar fantasies into her ear......and then refusal.

	This Friday night he reached the point of no return.

	Saturday morning he told her that he had to go to the lumberyard and a 
couple of other stores, and by nine he was off in his car. For an alibi he 
bought a few boards and a couple of boxes of nails and screws, before he 
headed downtown. In a tele-shop he bought a card-cell phone with a secret 
number, before he headed for the `toy-shop'. He bought a set of handcuffs, 
some ankle cuffs, a blindfold, soft ropes, and a couple of nipple clamps. To 
finish it off he bought a suspender belt, black stockings, and a set of 
absolutely see through panties and bra.

	"Hi-i. I'm home."

	"Took you some time."

	"Yeah. I think that half the house owners go to the lumberyard on Saturday 
mornings. At least I got what I wanted."

	"What did you need?"

	"You've often enough complained that you can't reach the top shelves in the 
kitchen. I'm going to make you a small step, so you can reach them."

	"Oh, sweetie, that's so nice. Then I won't have to climb the kitchen table 
any more. Lovely."

	"Mmmm. It's a small gift for a wonderful fuck last night, dear."

	"Oh, my. Yes, it was lovely. But I'll never do it for real."

	This time Lars refrained from any comments. The rest of that Saturday 
passed routinely. The usual chores were completed, and Lars made the low 
stool for Lisa. Before supper he gave her the stool and the package of 
underwear from the toyshop.

	"Thank you, dear, it's a lovely stool. What's this? .... Oh, my, I think my 
husband has dirty ideas."

	"I'd like to see some modelling."

	"Sure. I'd be proud to. Can you wait till after supper?"

	"Yes, easily."

	It was slightly after nine when Lisa finally disappeared into their 
bedroom, only to return a little later, dressed up in her new underwear.

	"You look fabulous, dear."

	"Thank you, love. This is quite naughty, isn't it?"

	"Yes, fortunately. That was the general idea."

	He got up from his chair and crossed the floor. When he kissed her she 
threw her arms round his neck and pressed her lovely body into his. She felt 
the handcuffs in his pocket.

	"What's that?"

	"I'll show you."

	He pulled her arms off his neck, but held on to her right hand. In two 
seconds he had handcuffed her.

	"Hey, what are you doing? What's this?"

	"Handcuffs, my dear. Handcuffs."

	He grabbed her and lifted her up in his arms. In the bedroom he put her 
down on their bed, and from his drawer he fetched the ankle-cuffs, the ropes 
and the blindfold. Quickly he tied a rope to the handcuffs and pulled her 
arms over her head and tied them to the headrest.

	The surprise of these novelties had stunned her, but when she realised what 
he had done, she protested.

	"No, Lars, don't do that. No, please." She tried to kick at him, but that 
only made it easier for him to catch her right leg, hold it down and fasten 
the ankle-cuff. He then pulled her leg out and down and tied it to the right 
bedpost. A minute later her left leg got the same treatment, and now she was 
completely defenceless, spread out on their bed. Her 29-year-old body looked 
fabulous. Many a teenager would die to look that good.

	"My God, Lars, what's come into you? You never did anything like this. I'm 
not at all sure I like it."

	"Oh, but I'm pretty sure you'll like it. Just wait."

	He almost performed a strip tease when he undressed, and he enjoyed her 
curious eyes on his naked body. He stretched out beside her, and while he 
kissed her eagerly, his right hand roamed her body. When he reached the 
ultra thin panties, they were already a little damp, and when he had 
masturbated her slowly while he resumed the fantasy of the two guys from 
Friday night, they were soon completely soaked.

	"Ooohh, Lars, you're crazy. You make me so terribly horny."

	"That's great, dear, because this is when it's going to be different."

	He pulled his fingers out of her panties and got up from the bed. In his 
drawer he fetched the blindfold and the cell-phone.

	"This is when it's going to be for real, dear." He was back on the bed. 
"I'm going to find a couple of young guys through the dating-phone. Do you 
want the blindfold, or would you rather see them?"

	"You nasty bugger. I want to be blindfolded. I don't want any part in this. 
Why do you do it?"

	"Because I want to. I love it when we talk about it, and so do you. When 
it's all over you always say: "But I'll never do it for real."  Well, dear, 
this time it's for real."

	He punched the number of the dating-phone and listened for a while to the 
talking. Suddenly he said: "Are there a couple of young guys who'd like to 
fuck my wife? She's tied up here beside me."

	"Sure, man. We're right here. Is this for real or are you just posing."

	"It's for real."

	"Can we hear her voice?"

	Lars held the phone towards Lisa. "Just tell them that you are tied up on 
our bed."

	"He wants me to tell you that I'm tied up on our bed."

	Lars brought the phone back to his own ear. "See, she's for real?"

	"Sure."

	"Well, who are you, and how old are you?"

	"We are Peter and Claus. We are students, and we are 19 and 18. Right now 
we are at Peter's place. He lives on Amager."

	"That's terrific. Then you could be here in a few minutes. This phone 
number is secured. Call me immediately."

	When they called back Lars gave them the address, and they said they could 
be there in five minutes. As soon as the conversation was over he turned off 
the phone. Probably a lot of horny men had heard the number and were now 
trying to call.

	"You're really going to do this, are you?"

	"Oh, yes, I am. Not much you can do about it, is there?"

	"I could cry and beg them not to do it. Might even make it difficult for 
them to get hard."

	"And I could gag you. I don't want to do it, but I will if necessary. It 
would make it all a bit uncomfortable for you, though."

	"All right. I shall not cry. But don't expect me to enjoy it."

	When the doorbell rang, Lars put the blindfold on her and went to open the 
door. Peter and Claus both looked terribly young and very eager. He guided 
them into the living room for a small talk about the rules.

	"You see, she's tied up on the bed. What I want you to do is to get on the 
bed with her and play with her body for a little while. Then you are free to 
fuck her, while I look at you. Right?"

	"Sure," they said.

	"She is tied up, but no hard stuff. She doesn't like that, and neither do 
I. If I call a stop, you'll stop. Is that all right?"

	"Sure, man. You decide. She's not a fat cow, is she?"

	"Oh, no. Let's go into the bedroom. You can see for yourself."

	The two kids could hardly hide their excitement, and when they saw Lisa on 
the bed they didn't even try.

	"Wow. She's a pretty lady. You're sure this is OK?"

	"Sure, it's OK with me, and that's all you need to know. Why don't you get 
undressed, while I make her ready for you."

	While they got out of their clothes, Lars grabbed a pair of scissors from 
Lisa's dresser. He climbed on the bed and grabbed the gusset of her panties. 
While he slowly and deliberately cut through the gusset to make her cunt 
available, he pretended not to notice that she was very wet.

	"That's it, Lisa. Your lovers are here, and you are ready to receive them."

	"You're crazy, Lars. You're really going to let them fuck me, aren't you?"

	"Sure. Pity with the blindfold. I'm sure you would enjoy how young they 
are."

	"Don't expect me to enjoy anything. Be happy that I promise not to cry."

	"I'll be happy," he said, while he got off the bed and motioned Peter and 
Claus to get going.

	They sported some horny looking hardons, when they lay down on either side 
of Lisa. Soon their hands were all over her body, taking turns on her 
thighs, her belly and her cunt. When Peter pushed her bra up to lay her 
breasts free, while Claus pushed a finger up her wet cunt, Lisa gave up. She 
had decided she would `play dead', because she was angry with Lars, that he 
had tied her up, but now it was impossible. She was so horny that little 
whimpering sounds came out of her half open mouth. The two hard cocks 
pressed against her legs, the hands and mouths on her body, it was all a lot 
better than the wildest fantasies.

	"Oh, my God, will one of you fuck me, please."

	Claus rolled on top of her and pushed his hard cock into her cunt. He was 
met with absolutely no resistance. Her cunt was wet and swollen and hungry, 
and it swallowed up his cock like a deep well. While he fucked her with 
youthful enthusiasm, Peter was busy on her tits. He kissed her throath and 
her mouth while his hand played with her nipples. Lisa's little cries of 
lust sounded almost as if she was in pain.

	"Aaahh, ooohhh, eeiiiii. Hell, Lars, pull of that blindfold. I want to see 
them. God, I'm so horny. Pull of the blindfold, you bastard!"

	"Pull it off, Peter," he said. The lady wants to see who's fucking her."

	"Oh, hell. You're terribly young," she panted, "so young."

	She could not hold back any longer. With a loud yell she gave in to the 
orgasm. She pulled at the ropes, and her body jumped and cramped under 
Claus. That was too much for him.

	"God, I'm coming. Can I come in you? Quick, say, can I come in you?"

	"Oh, heaven, yes. Come in me. Come now!" Claus groaned and grumbled while 
he pumped into her for the longest time. The second he had finished he 
rolled off her, his cock still hard and glistening.

	Immediately Peter took over. When he pushed his fat cock into her, she 
looked at his face in wonder. "Oh, my, you are even younger. Oh, God, fuck 
me."
	Peter fucked her. Hard and fast. Even though he did not last very long, 
Lisa came twice with him. When he had pumped her full, the two youngsters 
took a break. They fetched a towel from the bathroom and wiped off the sperm 
leaking out of her. With youthful eagerness they were ready to start all 
over again, beginning with their caresses and kisses.

	"Hell, no. Stop it and just fuck me. Fuck meeee."

	They both lasted a little longer this second time, and Lisa almost went 
crazy. She came again and again, and dirty words and sexy screams came out 
of her in a steady stream. When Peter had come in her the second time, he 
grabbed the towel, intending to wipe her off once more.

	"No, no. Just leave her as she is. It's about time you get dressed and go 
home, right?"

	"OK, sir. It was great. You've got yourself one hot lady there. Could we do 
this some other time?"

	"I'm not so sure about that. You can try to call my number, but the phone 
will not be open very often."

	When the kids had gone, Lars returned to the bedroom.

	"God, you look like one fucked out whore, Lisa."

	"I am a fucked out whore. God, I'd never have guessed I could get that 
horny. I have no idea how many times I came."

	"Me neither. But now it's my turn."

	"Oh, yes. Please, untie me and make love to me."

	"No chance." He mounted her and pushed his cock up her sloppy cunt. It was 
exquisite!

	"I've got this tied up fuck machine, no way I'm going to untie her. Your 
cunt is so soft, hot and slimy. God, it is wonderful. I love your cunt when 
it is so fucked out. You are a real teen-fucking whore, aren't you?"

	"Oh, yes, yesssss. I'm a teen-fucking whore. God, I'm getting horny again. 
Shit, my cunt is sore from all that fucking. Take your pleasure in it, you 
dirty man."

	"Yesss. A dirty man for a dirty whore. I love my dirty whore. You liked it, 
didn't you? Your cunt is so sloppy and slimy. I'm coming, Lisa, I'm coming. 
I'm going to fill you up on top of all the sperm you got tonight. Squeeze me 
with your hot cunt, if you can."

	"I can't," she panted, "it's too open and fucked out. Only if you make me 
come. Then I can squeeze you."

	Lars speeded up his fucking. Almost with a vengeance he slammed into her. 
"Then come now, you horny slut. Come now!"

	Incredible as it may sound, she came again. When the walls of her battered 
cunt began spasming round his cock, Lars was launched into the wildest 
orgasm of his life - physically as well as mentally. For a while he just 
collapsed on top of her, his wilting cock still buried in her cunt. When it 
finally fell out of her, he rolled off and untied the ropes. A little later 
he unlocked her handcuffs and kissed her.

	She eagerly returned the kisses. When he finally put his head to rest on 
the pillow, she smiled at him and said: "But I'll never do it for real."

The end.

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