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Why God invented Sexuality
God invented sexuality to help you follow the Ten Commandments.
You don�t believe me? Allow me to demonstrate. There you are,
alone, with no pants on and staring at your computer screen. Your penis is
hard and your hands are busy. Are you violating any of the Ten
Commandments? Amazing at it may seem, you�re not:
1. I am the Lord your God, you must have no other God besides me.
I doubt anyone who is jerking off confuses what he is doing with
worshipping the Lord. So he is not putting another God before God himself.
2. You must not make a carved image for yourself... or bow down to
[it] in worship.
Except for a few feminists, worshipping a dildo, no guy is going to
run afoul of this commandment. He is too preoccupied with what the Lord
has provided between his legs!
3. You must not make wrong use of the name of the Lord your God.
This is a slightly sticky point. What if you ejaculate, and say, �Oh
God?!� or �God dammit�? Then you have violated this commandment. But
if you stick to saying, �Fuck, shit,� or other words like that, then you�re
okay. Always remember as you yank on your dick what you are
simulating... fucking! So don�t say �God,� say �fuck� instead.
4. Remember to keep the sabbath day holy.
Obviously, don�t jerk off on Sunday. Masturbate the day before and
the day after.
5. Honor your father and your mother.
(Don�t tell them you�re jerking off.)
6. Do not commit murder.
Hard to do when you�re using both your hands to wank yourself.
7. Do not commit adultery.
You�re alone! So you�re safe on this one too, as a masturbator.
8. Do not steal.
Again, an easy commandment to obey, so long as you keep both hands
on your dick!
9. Do not give false evidence against your neighbor.
Tough to do when you�re sitting in a dark room by yourself, with no
pants on, holding your dick and staring at naked ladies on a computer
screen.
10. Do not covet your neighbor�s household: you must not covet your
neighbor�s wife, his slave, his slave-girl, his ox, his donkey, or anything
that belongs to him.
How can you violate this commandment? You�re too busy thinking
about the Playmate of the Month!
In this manner I have demonstrated that, far from being sinners,
nerdy masturbators who jerk themselves off are the holiest people on
earth. It is high time that our society recognized masturbators as the
deeply religious people that they are.
Now, to further the cause of religious behavior here in America, I
invite you to read the following story. And please, do not feel guilty about
wanking yourself while you read it. You are being holy, obeying the Ten
Commandments!
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Andrew Roller Presents
NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS
in
NIGHT VISITOR
Chapter One
She arrived dressed in conservative clothing. She might have been
attending a dinner party, dressed as she was in her fur coat and black
gown with high collar. The man of the house greeted her. His wife was
upstairs, preparing for bed.
�Hello James,� the woman smiled.
�Gwen,� James replied. He took her coat. He hung it up in the hall
closet. Then, after pausing a moment to admire her high-collared gown, he
took her hand. He led her up the stairs to his home�s second floor. He took
her past the master bedroom, where his wife was glimpsed in a mirror,
fiddling with a ribbon tied on her neck. The dark-haired visitor glanced at
her. James led Gwen to the guest bedroom. �Please make yourself
comfortable,� James said to Gwen. She smiled.
�Of course,� Gwen answered. In her hands she held a black handbag.
The man glanced at it, grinned. Then he stepped out of the guest room and
closed the door.
The woman with the dark hair, who had arrived in conservative
clothing, now opened her handbag. From it she drew several items,
lingerie as well as other things. She laid them out on the guest room bed.
Then she undressed. She changed into the lingerie she�d brought in her
purse. It consisted of a pair of drawers and a tea gown. The gown was
like a baby doll nightie, being abbreviated in length. It floated about
Gwen�s bottom. It showed off the undercurve of her pantied rear, too
short to cover it. Gwen brushed her hair. She checked her makeup. Then
she opened the door to the guest room. James was waiting outside.
�Is she ready?� Gwen asked.
�Yes,� James replied. He escorted Gwen to the bedroom he shared
with his wife.
Tabitha started when she heard the footfalls in the hall. James had
been standing silently by the guest room door. Tabitha had hoped he might
stand there forever, or even slip inside and spend the night with Gwen.
But now they were coming, the two of them, as she could hear from the
steps in the hall. Tabitha leaped away from the mirror where she�d been
checking the ribbon around her neck. Hastily she ran her fingers over her
shoulders. She felt, for the thousandth time, the loops of ribbon that held
up her nightie.
A face appeared in Tabitha�s mirror, the one she had just stepped
away from. Tabitha saw the face and then another, in addition to her own,
staring at herself. Tabitha�s head whirled. She saw smiles. But in James�
hand there was a black paddle.
�Hello, Tabitha,� Gwen said.
�Hello!� Tabitha answered.
�Are you ready for bed?� Gwen asked.
�Yes.� Tabitha said.
Gwen�s hand slipped in front of James� body. She took the paddle. He
let her take it. Gwen walked into the master bedroom.
Tabitha retreated. She walked backwards, her eyes on Gwen and the
paddle. Gwen�s smile never faltered. Casually she brushed back her dark
hair as she walked. It had fallen from the bun she had put it in, sweeping
down across her face.
The backs of Tabitha�s knees bumped against the side of the bed. It
was a canopied bed, that she shared with her husband. The canopy was
pulled open to show the cover and the twin pillows at the head of the bed.
�Oh please!� Tabitha gasped. Gwen closed upon her. Lightly she took
Tabitha�s wrist. The woman sat down on the bed. She drew Tabitha down
with her. Together they sat, like girls chatting about boys. Both women�s
eyes flitted to James. Then Gwen spoke.
�Tabitha, dear,� Gwen said, focusing again on the blonde wife beside
her. �It is time for your bedroom punishment.�
�P- Punishment?� Tabitha gulped. The ribbon tied on her neck
shivered. Her bosoms, lightly veiled by her nightie, trembled.
�Yes,� Gwen said. �Do you not think a bed is a good place for
corporal punishment? It is soft. One might relax in it, even as the blows
fall.�
Tabitha swallowed again. Her fingers were in her lap and she laced
and unlaced them. She looked at her nails. She�d spent two hours this
afternoon having them done. �No,� Tabitha answered. �A bed is for
sleeping.�
�Oh, but that is where you are wrong, dear,� Gwen said. �You are a
grown woman now. Your husband desires to be entertained. And I have
heard how you�ve been late fixing his dinner. Have you been spending too
much time having your nails done?� Gwen looked at Tabitha�s nails. They
sparkled, like little pale jewels. �They are quite pretty,� Tabitha
complimented the woman. �But if they make you neglect the needs of your
husband...� Gwen looked at Tabitha�s face. It was perfectly made-up, just
like her nails. Gwen lifted a hand. She tugged at the ribbon around
Tabitha�s neck. The young wife tried to look away. Gwen drew her closer.
�Show me your lips,� Gwen said to Tabitha. �I will help you to be a more
obedient wife.�
Gwen took hold of Tabitha�s face. She pinched her on her right cheek.
She turned Tabitha�s face so that it looked directly into her own. She
drew it close. Tabitha squeaked but otherwise did not resist. Gwen
kissed her.
In the distance, by the door, James� zipper could be heard sliding
down. Without saying a word he produced his member. It was big and long,
and already was dripping pre-cum. But James did not advance on the two
women. Instead he began massaging himself. He did it gently, so as to
prolong his pleasure. He wished to hold out to the maximum extent he
could bear.
Sitting on the bed, Gwen and Tabitha kissed. Gradually as they
kissed Gwen began fondling the woman beside her. First her waist, narrow
and fine, then her pretty ribs, for Tabitha was quite slim. Finally Gwen
took hold of Tabitha�s breasts. They were big, in contrast to Tabitha�s
small body. Gwen enjoyed the size of Tabitha�s breasts. She held them at
first as if they were hothouse fruit, too valuable to be touched. But as
their kisses continued Gwen became rough with Tabitha�s breasts. She
squeezed them, hard. She even pinched the nipples.
�Oh!� Tabitha blurted. But despite the pain of Gwen�s touch she did
not take her lips away from the woman�s mouth. Instead Tabitha opened
her own mouth. She let Gwen insert her tongue.
In a little while, as Gwen continued to probe in Tabitha�s mouth with
her tongue, Gwen�s right hand left Tabitha�s breasts. It ran down her flat
belly. It slipped into the front of her panties. Gwen touched Tabitha�s
slit. The young wife sighed.
�Do you have something for mommie?� Gwen asked the young woman.
She tickled Tabitha between her lips, down where her legs joined. Tabitha
moaned. �Yes I think I feel something,� Gwen announced. Her finger
became wet. She rubbed more intrusively. Tabitha�s slit exuded a delicate
moisture. The young wife gasped. It was a guttural gasp. �I am going to
take you right to the brink,� Gwen told the young woman, as she felt her
wet her finger. �But I am not going to take you over the edge. Not until
you�ve had your spanking.�
James shuddered. He was at the point of no return. He lifted his
hand from himself, still dressed in the suit and tie that he�d worn to greet
Gwen. He looked at his penis, hanging out of his pants. He watched it
twitch. As he gazed at himself, hoping he wouldn�t lose his seed on the
rug, Gwen, massaging Tabitha, turned to face him. With clinical eyes she
watched as James� erection bristled on the brink of spending. Tabitha
looked too, even as she gasped from the fingers diddling in her slit.
�Ah,� James said finally, realizing that he�d managed to hold himself
back.
�That was close,� Gwen said to the man.
�Yes,� James agreed.
�Would you like some help in retaining yourself?� Gwen asked the
young man.
James� face flushed. After staring at the woman a moment he said,
�Y- Yeah. Sure. What do you have in mind?�
Gwen forced a new moan from Tabitha, still working the young
wife�s slit. �Do you have a rope?� Gwen asked James.
�A rope?� James asked. �I might have some downstairs. What for?�
A strand of Gwen�s hair had fallen from her bun again, dangling
across her face. She brushed it back, then tucked it up into her bun.
�For your penis,� Gwen said.
When James returned from downstairs he found his wife sitting on
the bed as before, but with her nightie untied in front, so that her breasts
jutted forth. Gwen was playing over the nipples of his wife�s naked tits
with a paintbrush. In her hand she held a small bowl. Lying on the bed was
Gwen�s handbag.
�Ah, you went and got it,� James said.
�My bag? Yes dear. I got everything we will need and put them all
back in my bag.�
�Very good,� James said. He fiddled with the rope in his hands.
�What should I do with this?� James asked.
�As soon as I finish painting your wife�s nipples, I�ll show you,�
Gwen told James. The young man watched as his wife shivered at the
touch of the brush.
�What�s that for?� James asked Gwen.
�This?� Gwen answered. She held up the paintbrush. �I�m putting an
aphrodisiac on your wife�s nipples,� Gwen said. �It will heighten her
sensations when she�s spanked.�
James trembled. A vision of his wife�s naked tits, hanging free and
unbound as the paddle struck her, leapt in his mind. His cock shivered. He
wondered if he should try to put himself back in his pants. Gwen glanced
over her shoulder.
�Please take everything off,� Gwen said to James. �Prepare yourself
as if for bed.�
�But-- but you said I would not be included,� James answered.
Gwen smiled at the young man. �It is true that I find men rather
crude and uninteresting,� Gwen said. �They are rather like dogs,
slobbering all over the place and always eager to pounce. But in special
cases I am willing to enjoy them a little. And I am always fond of seeing
them disciplined. Take off all your clothes, James. Then I�m going to give
you something to wear. So don�t worry, you won�t be completely naked.�
�W- What will I wear?� James asked, unbuttoning his pants, still
holding the rope in his hands. It was a fibrous rope, rather itchy to hold.
�Why, that rope darling. Around your penis and balls,� Gwen said.
�It will keep you from spurting all over your rug.�
The fit, to say the least, was uncomfortable. James stood buck
naked, still by the door, with his hand on his penis. He stroked himself,
but he was in pain now. For wrapped around his bare cock, right at the
root of his organ, was the rope he had brought from downstairs. The cord
continued around his balls. It was tied at the base of his testicle sac. It
hugged him tightly there, so that he couldn�t ejaculate.
�Its not foolproof, but it should help,� Gwen commented. She
touched James� pee hole. �Do you yearn to pump yourself through this hole
at the end of your dick?� Gwen said. �Well, hopefully you won�t, at least
not until we�re ready for you.�
�You mean--?� James asked.
Gwen smiled. �Anything�s possible for a good boy,� the woman
replied.
James watched as Gwen prepared his wife. She made the young
woman kneel by the side of the bed. She pinned up her nightie, high on her
back. Then she lowered the young woman�s panties. James heard Gwen
sigh.
�Ah, such a perfect bottom,� Gwen said. �It has never been spanked
before?�
�No,� James said. He watched his wife shake her head no. �She
would not let me,� James said.
�Your daddy did not spank you?� Gwen asked Tabitha.
�No. It would have been child abuse,� Tabitha said.
Gwen patted Tabitha�s rear. It was soft, like a sweet little tender-
fleshed peach. Smooth-skinned and white, with twin dimples high on the
cheeks.
�You have tanned yourself perfectly, browning your back and thighs
but leaving your bottom clear,� Gwen said to Tabitha.
�Thank you,� Tabitha shivered.
Gwen reached for her handbag, on the bed. She opened it.
�I have another treat for you,� Gwen said. She looked at Tabitha.
�How do your nipples feel?� Gwen asked.
Tabitha cupped her bare breasts, that were jutting forth from her
nightie. She squeezed the flesh of her breasts. She let her nipples extrude
from her clasping fingers.
�They feel perky,� Tabitha said. Gwen smiled. The next moment
Tabitha, still holding her breasts, with her panties pulled down and her
nightie pinned up, gasped. Gwen drew forth a very long dildo from her
purse. It was red. She placed it on the bed, in front of where Tabitha
knelt.
�What�s this for?� Tabitha asked.
�It�s for your bottom, after you�ve been spanked,� Gwen said.
�Oh but I never--!� Tabitha gasped.
�Then you�d better lick it, to make it go up you more easily,� Gwen
told the young wife.
�Oh my God!� James, standing in the doorway, said. But he was not
expressing amazement at the dildo. Rather he was alarmed because,
downstairs, someone was ringing their doorbell.
Gwen turned to James. Her smile broadened.
�James, do you remember what I said about being a good boy?� Gwen
said to James.
�Yes,� James said.
�I want you to go downstairs and answer the door,� Gwen said.
James looked at the woman with startled eyes. �What?� he gasped.
�But I�m--�
�Yes, I know, James. You�re quite naked, except for that itchy rope
tied around your penis and balls. But I want you to go downstairs anyway,
and answer the door just as you are. Don�t be embarrassed. You should be
proud of that big thing you�ve got there.� Gwen pointed. James looked at
his dick. It was red, and pulsing. It looked like a dirigible about to burst.
�But I�m-- I�m--� James stammered.
�Go, James,� Gwen said. �Everyone knows you and your wife are
newlyweds. They should expect that you might be up to something in the
wee hours of the night. Go down and welcome whoever it is. They should
not ring the doorbell of a newly married couple, unless they expect to see
something sexy.�
�But you�re about to--� James said. He looked at his wife kneeling
by the bed, waiting with her panties down and her nightie tucked up.
�We�ll wait,� Gwen said. She put a hand to the back of Tabitha�s
head. Still looking at James, she forced Tabitha�s face down to the level
of the bed. James� wife did not resist, except for a surprised gasp as her
mouth touched the dildo lying there. �She needs time to get it wet
anyway,� Gwen said.
James, feeling his heart thumping in his bare chest, opened his front
door. He felt a gust of cool wind rush over his body. At the same time his
penis leapt, for standing before him was a beautiful woman. Beside her
was a man. They were conservatively dressed, just as Gwen had been.
They regarded James with amusement.
Suddenly, from upstairs, there was a short, sharp, female cry. At
the same moment there was the sound of leather striking flesh.
�Oh, are you having a party?� the woman at the door asked James.
�I-- uh-- we--� was all James could stammer, until finally he
managed to say, �It�s private.� There was another sound of leather, and
another sharp cry.
�As private as that is, I suppose,� the woman said to James. She
pointed to his bare dick. Then she stepped forward, letting herself into
James� house. She brought in, along with herself, the man who was with
her.
James gasped at the intrusiveness of the couple. He drew up his
chest. �It�s just myself and my wife. And a visitor,� James protested.
The woman smiled. She took off her coat. Despite James� nudity,
she handed her coat to him. �Hang this up, dear,� the woman said to
James.
�May we use your guest bedroom?� the woman said to James, when
she had persuaded the young man to lead herself and her friend upstairs.
James nodded. He felt relieved that he might be excused from their
presence. In the master bedroom his wife screamed again, as the sound of
the paddle was once more heard slamming against her rear.
Awkwardly, the rope binding his organ and balls, James returned to
the master bedroom. There, where he had shared intimate nights with his
wife, he now saw her reduced to tears, kneeling on the rug beside their
bed, her panties pulled down and her nightie pinned up. Her face was
pressed to the dildo upon the bed. She licked it frantically. As Tabitha
wet the dildo, the black paddle slapped her bottom. It was red now,
beneath the slim white expanse of her back, rudely bulging out at him like
a big red harvest moon, newly risen above the horizon.
�Oh my God!� James gasped.
Gwen looked over her shoulder. Without pausing in her punishment of
his wife, letting the paddle slam into her ass again, she smiled and said,
�Yes, James. Tabitha is getting her first spanking now. And then
she will get her first anal fuck. Right up her ass with the big dildo she�s
even now making wet for herself.�
James put his hand to his cock. Briskly he stroked himself. He was
excited-- in the weeks since they�d married his wife had always denied
him this pleasure. Now, at the coaxing of a woman, she was actually
there-- getting her punishment and contemplating the deflowering of her
ass.
�Do not lose yourself, James,� Gwen cautioned. James grimaced.
Suddenly he felt two fingers pinching his behind. His head whirled. There,
standing behind him, amazingly undressed and looking like a pin-up, was
the woman he�d let into the house.
�Naughty boy. Are you going to inseminate your rug?� the woman
asked James.
The woman came around to James� front. She gazed with amusement
at his bound penis. It was quite a spectacle, big and throbbing and with
rope bound tightly around its base, further enlarging its sausage-like size.
Beneath James� big submarine-like appendage, sticking out so lewdly in
front of him, back by the root of the thing and dangling down taut and full,
were his balls. These too were bound, cinched by the same fibrous rope
that itchily gripped his cock. The woman reached under James� cock. She
tickled the base of his balls, beneath the binding rope, which dangled
freely. James� cock lurched. He rose on his toes.
�Tickle, tickle,� the woman smiled to James.
�Don�t! I don�t even know your name,� James blurted. Beyond his
gaze Gwen put down the black paddle. She put it down on the rug beside
his wife�s knees. Then she reached up to the bed and took the dildo away
from Tabitha�s face. The young wife�s tongue stroked the dildo even as
Gwen drew it up off the bed. Tabitha was not, James concluded, so much
in love with the dildo, as wishing to keep it from being put up her ass.
�Now, dear. Stop licking it. That�s enough. It�s quite wet,� Gwen
smiled. She patted the young blonde on the head. Then she reached down
to her bare ass, and inserted two fingers between her tight cheeks. She
spread the cheeks on her fingers, as one might pry apart two buns that
were attached to each other. Tabitha shivered as she felt the cool air of
the room touch her back hole. �My, you�re tight!� Gwen remarked. �Such a
fine bottom, and yet so stingy! Lean forward more, dear. Stick out your
rump. I must open your bottom for pleasure now.�
Strangely, despite the hot glow of pain that Gwen had inflicted upon
her in that very place, Tabitha leaned forward. She deepened the bow in
the small of her back. She thrust her tummy forward. At the same time
she arched her breasts more fully while, at the same time, behind herself,
she offered her bottom more completely. Gwen smiled at the picture
Tabitha made, her breasts pushed hard into the bed, her face flat upon it,
her ass arched and ready. She ran her fingers down the girl�s back, and
then over her blushing cheeks.
�She is frightened, but willing,� Gwen said. �I can think of no better
prospect for the pleasures of Eros.�
The woman whose name James did not know now knelt down before
him. With her own bottom sticking out provocatively, its luscious rondure
and its inviting crack showing in a mirror that faced James, she put him in
her mouth. James watched the procedure. Her mouth was not unused to a
cock and she swallowed him with the learned pleasure of an expert. As
James saw himself plunge into her greedy mouth, he could see her
voluptuous tits, wobbling fully within his view, down beneath the thrust
of his cock. The sound of the woman�s wet mouth sucking upon him
assailed James� ears. At the same time, as he felt himself gripped by her
mouth, he looked up to see, and to hear, his wife being pried open and
penetrated by the dildo.
Between Tabitha�s young, slender legs the dildo now lay poised,
thrusting upward with its head probing deep in her bottom. Gwen gripped
the shaft. She looked rather like someone trying to stuff a big bone into a
turkey. Tabitha�s head, formerly lying sedately on the bed, flew up. James
saw his wife�s eyes widen in a mirror placed for that purpose within the
canopied space of their bed. He had not noticed the mirror until now. Or,
rather, he had noticed it, but thought nothing of it, thinking it merely
something the girls had used in doing their makeup together, while he was
downstairs. Now he saw its lewd aim. The mirror was to make a
spectacle of his wife�s face, of all her reactions, even as Gwen made a
show of her lovely bottom.
James was aware of a masculine scent beside him. He turned to his
right. There, standing rather out of place, with his dick large and
prominent but receiving no attention, was the man he had let into the
house. James had let him in with the woman, unable to keep him from
entering. Now he was naked beside him, even as James was enjoying the
intimate act of being serviced by the woman. The man gazed with interest
not at the woman, however. Instead he looked at James� wife. The man
watched, smiling, as Tabitha�s ass was pierced by the dildo. He especially
seemed to enjoy Tabitha�s facial reactions, her eyes staring wide-eyed
into the mirror on her bed, her mouth gasping as she felt herself fucked.
It was too much for James. He couldn�t bear to see a man he didn�t
even know watching as his wife was impaled. He tried to yank himself out
of the mouth of the woman kneeling before him. She thought he was
indicating his need to cum and merely smiled. Her suction on him
increased. At the same time she reached up and, well-skilled in the
matter, untied the rope that Gwen had bound around James� organ. She
liberated the base of James� cock. Then she undid his balls. Suddenly
free, but still ensconced in the woman�s mouth, James exploded. He felt
horribly guilty. Yet he could not stop himself. Delirious with pleasure, he
thrust himself deeper into the woman. He pumped his seed into her mouth.
Eagerly she sucked him. Then she giggled, even as he continued to pump
out his seed. His sperm overflowed her lips. It ran wastefully down her
chin. It continued in hot rivulets down her long neck, and spattered upon
her breasts.
�Oooooooh!� James� wife called out. The dildo was half up her now.
No longer decorous, not even listening to Gwen�s instructions, Tabitha was
squatting like a female dog taking a poop. Yet the object in her rear was
not coming out. It was going in!
�More! More! You can take all of it,� Gwen whispered to the young
blonde. She forced the object deeper.
James finished expelling his sperm. He pumped all of it into the
woman�s mouth. When he was finished he drew himself out of her, rather
like a man pulling himself back in after taking a piss. The woman looked
up at James and smiled. But he was not happy. He had lost his seed and,
worse, his wife was being impaled on an inanimate object in front of
strangers. Tabitha glanced back over her shoulder at James. The ribbon of
her nightie still clung to her shoulder, but the nightie itself was pinned up
in back, exposing her back and her now obscenely pierced ass.
�No. It must stop,� James muttered. He tried to step forward. The
woman clasped his cock. It was still stiff, despite his emission. She
shoved it again into her mouth. �Stop! Take me out of your mouth!� James
commanded this woman he didn�t know, down on her knees and greedily
sucking his strength.
The man standing beside James coughed. His cough made his dick
wiggle, for he had his hands by his side, letting his organ hang free. �If
you have more, she wants it,� the man said to James. His voice was
casual.
James wished to pull himself from the woman�s mouth. He wanted
to slap her too, for being so forward with his appendage, treating it as if
it were her property! But as he felt her tongue begin to expertly stroke
his meat, still manfully stiff, he felt a wave of pleasure wash over him.
It began in his penis, sucked and gripped so prettily twixt his lips, and
spread with a rumbling joy to his balls, so lately exercised, then around
his hips and into the base of his spine, where it made even his anus, tight
down between his cheeks, tingle with joy. At the same time that James
felt aroused right into the depths of his ass, the pleasure ran up his spine.
It spread from his back around to his front and travelled across his chest.
It expanded the powerful muscles there, making them tense. At the same
time the joy ran out along his shoulders, right to their thick, powerful
caps. Then it ran down his biceps. Meanwhile his thighs felt the jolt of
pleasure too, radiating down from his crotch. His knees almost buckled as
he thrilled to the touch of the woman�s mouth.
�It is better the second time, when you are no longer possessed of
the need to withhold yourself,� Gwen remarked. She was looking over her
shoulder at James, enjoying the sight of him being sucked even as she
fucked his wife�s bottom. �Relax,� Gwen advised James. �Let her service
you. Cum freely when you feel the need. Don�t think any more about your
manliness, about the requirements placed on a male to enjoy himself
while nonetheless withholding himself from orgasm. Just let her please
you. When it becomes too much for you, let yourself be liberated. The
carpet is not expensive, no?� Gwen asked. In overspilling the woman the
first time, James had lost some of himself to the rug.
�N- No,� James stammered.
�That�s it. Let her suck you,� the man standing beside James
advised. Yet James noticed that he was saving his own self, neither
touching himself nor letting himself be touched. James wondered where
the man planned to put all his seed, for his balls were visibly swollen and
his cock was like an iron rod. Was the man waiting to fuck James� wife?
Tabitha, meanwhile, had taken all of the dildo that she could endure.
James realized this as he turned from the man beside him back to his
wife. She was kneeling, her face distorted. Her mouth was a rictus of
pain, gaping wide and allowing spit to drool on the cover of their bed. Her
eyes goggled in her head, splitting wide her long pretty lashes and making
her look like someone pressed, none too comfortably to the front
windshield of an automobile. James cleared his throat. He wanted to
speak. He wanted to tell Gwen to stop. To tell her to really stop, to
absolutely command it, so that she would be forced to obey. But as he
stared at his wife, and felt the lips of the woman kneeling before him, he
experienced a sense of sadistic delight. His wife could take no more, yet
if he said nothing, he would be able to watch her pushed deep into pain,
perhaps ripped apart by the thing being forced up her ass.
Again James cleared his throat. Yet still he could not find the words
to speak. He was deep in the throes of another orgasm, right on the brink
of cumming. He gasped. It was insufficient as a word of command. Gwen,
not realizing the extreme state to which Tabitha had been pushed, shoved
the dildo in more.
�No! No! Stopppppp!� Tabitha shrieked. She rose up, trying to
dislodge the object. But Gwen, naturally, as she had done for the last few
minutes whenever the girl moved this way, simply lifted her wrist. She
followed the girl�s rise with an additional thrust of the dildo.
The woman servicing James smiled. She could not see the spectacle,
for she had her back to it, but she could her it. She looked up at James.
She was amused, James realized. She was delighted to be hearing the
pleadings of one new to such lewdness. She reached down and touched the
cheeks of her own ass. Lightly she spread them. She closed her eyes and
sucked James harder.
James realized he might have the woman�s ass. He might put
himself into her even as the dildo was now being put into his wife. It was
too much for James. He exploded. The woman�s throat began working
quickly, swallowing him down even as he spurted. But despite his
previous spending, James still had a lot to offer. In no time he
overwhelmed the woman. His seed gushed from her lips. It ran down the
front of her body. The man beside James watched.
�I feel like I�m visiting Yellowstone Park,� the man said.
Gwen patted Tabitha�s belly. She felt a fullness there, a pressure.
Suddenly she realized that she had pushed the young wife to the very
limits of her endurance. Beyond, even, which gave her a delicious, guilt-
ridden thrill. Gwen eased back on the dildo. James wife immediately felt
the movement and gasped.
�Oh, thank you!� Tabitha cried. She felt the object slide down. It
felt like a big turd as it slid from her bowels. But before she felt the
relief of the object clearing her cheeks, Gwen jerked her fist up.
�YEEEEEEEEEK!� Tabitha shrieked.
�What? Did you think I was going to pull it all the way out?� Gwen
asked the young wife. �No, no, dear. That was merely the entry. Now you
are to be properly fucked. In and out, in and out.�
�Oh my God!� Tabitha cried. She shouted for her husband. But James
was too busy enjoying his second emission. As soon as he finished
cumming, the woman, unexpectedly, did not take him from her mouth but
simply continued to suck.
�You can give more,� the man standing beside James said.
�No I can�t!� James protested. He was feeling quite empty now,
between his legs, where lately he had felt so swollen.
�And you can take more,� Gwen smiled to Tabitha. She rammed the
dildo deep. Tabitha shouted, but it was no avail. Pulling the dildo back,
giving the young wife a moment�s respite, Gwen then thrust the object
deeper again.
�No! No!� Tabitha cried. Her head twisted to and fro. Her hair
tossed, a golden halo in disarray. This time, with James watching all,
Gwen gave the dildo, when it had gone in very deep, a vicious twist.
Tabitha felt her guts wrenched. James, who had been losing his size,
suddenly lengthened again.
�Mmmmm. He liked that, whatever it was,� the woman sucking
James remarked to herself. She would have spoken it, but his organ was
filling her mouth.
Tenderly, with a hand as soft and gentle as her fist was hard and
demanding, Gwen now slipped her fingers down Tabitha�s belly. She
insinuated her long-nailed fingers between the girl�s legs. She touched,
she probed, softly, ever so softly, even as her other hand, balled into a
fist, pushed Tabitha to new limits of pain and discomfort. Gwen found
Tabitha�s spot. Slyly she circled it. She teased. Tabitha swooned at the
touch of pleasure probing between her legs even as her ass was worked on
the dildo.
�Yes, darling. I am going to bring you bliss now,� Gwen whispered to
Tabitha. �I will not deny you any more.� Tabitha groaned. The dildo was
in her to her very depths, then back a little, then in again, fucking her hard
as the fingers between her legs coaxed her to the very apex of pleasure.
The woman kneeling before James listened. Slowly she drew James
from her mouth. James looked at his quivering cock, wet with her saliva,
as she looked over her shoulder at his young wife. Then the woman looked
back at James. Before putting him back in her mouth, she said, as softly
as Gwen�s whispering fingers,
�Would you like to cum as your wife does?� James gasped. He
nodded. The woman slipped him back in. He was big for her but she
managed to get him in, savoring his hardness within the soft confines of
her mouth.
�Three times in about as many minutes,� the man who had yet to cum
said to James. �Nice work.�
�If I can manage it,� James, who was feeling quite empty now, but
was nonetheless hard, replied. The man reached between James� legs.
�Hey!� James cried. He tried to close his thighs but it was too late,
he was clasped like a horse about to be gelded.
�Forgive my frankness,� the man standing beside James said. He felt
James� balls. He weighed them in his hand. �I think you can do it,� the
man told James.
�Of course he can. He�s hard!� the woman with James in her mouth
answered. But she was full of James and so her words came out all
mangled.
James, inspired by the woman�s breath flowing over his member,
began working himself back and forth in her. She smiled. She enjoyed the
challenge of a member like James�. It might gag her if it drove in too
deep, yet she did not want to lose it either, sucking hard on it whenever
James retracted himself to the crown. She let him lead now, no longer
holding him tight but letting him use her as a dog might use a hole,
working himself in it with male pleasure until his denouement was
reached. Even as James fucked the nameless woman�s mouth, he could
hear his wife reaching her climax. Every tender exploration of Gwen�s
fingers between her legs brought her closer to pleasure. At the same time
she was still wracked with the fullness of the dildo, worked hard in her
even as the soft fingers diddled her cunt.
Liquid sounds permeated the room. Tabitha�s throaty gasps, the
nameless woman�s sucking, Gwen�s increasingly wet fingers doing their
work. Suddenly Gwen shouted �Now!� At the same time Tabitha let out a
howl. It was, for the first time that night, a howl of pleasure coming
from the young wife. James felt an excitement rush through him. In time
to his own wife�s spending, and with an encouraging glance from Gwen, he
inundated the woman kneeling in front of him with every last drop he had
left. The man weighing his balls, feeling their sudden contractions, began
squeezing him rhythmically. James experienced an orgasm to top all
others. His balls dangerously clenched by a rival male, he jetted himself
forth, as his wife, her bottom still rent by the dildo, joined him in a
primal scream.
When the last shivering droplets of Tabitha�s lust had fallen upon
Gwen�s fingers, she withdrew the dildo. She took it all the way out of the
young wife�s bottom. James watched it come out. It looked like a big
solid turd, covered as it was by the natural oils exuded by his wife�s
nether hole, not to mention the saliva she�d earlier put upon it, licking it
on the bed, or the vaseline Gwen had added, to make the passage easier.
James, feeling the last of his seed jetting from his loins, considered the
evening at an end. But Gwen had other plans. She turned to the man
standing beside James.
�Quick! While she is still receptive! Let her have her first taste of
real cock,� Gwen said to the man beside James. He strode forward.
Enviously James watched the man�s penis bob as he walked. He was hard,
vigorous. He had spent nothing yet. He still had all his seed, while James
was luxuriously within and upon the body of the woman kneeling before
him, not to mention upon the rug.
�No!� James cried out. At the same time his wife, somehow finding
her senses, looked over her shoulder.
�No!� Tabitha shouted. She watched as the stranger knelt behind her.
Gwen, ignoring Tabitha, but smiling at the man, spread the young wife�s
cheeks.
�Yes,� Gwen said, palming Tabitha�s bottomcheeks open. �Now is the
time. Let a stranger have her, if she will not permit her husband to do it.
You must taste cock, dear. You will never be an accomplished wife so long
as you deny your husband this place.�
The man knelt. He was a hired cock, nothing more, like a donkey bred
to a certain task. But he was skillful. He knew how to please a woman in
ways only the most well-trained husband did. Gently he eased his erection
between the cheeks of Tabitha�s ass. At once she sensed his
understanding, his skill with his marvellous natural instrument. He was
like a doctor, except his ability to operate came ready-made, growing
from the base of his belly. He did not have to go to a medical supply store
in order to equip himself for his task. The man weighed Tabitha�s ass in
his hands, as Gwen�s hands rose and stroked her back.
�Yes,� the man said to Tabitha. �I will put it in right here. Right
where you feel me now. Don�t worry. I won�t be any rougher on you than
Gwen was with the dildo.�
�Oh no!� Tabitha shrieked. The man laughed.
�Was she over-enthusiastic?� the man asked Tabitha. �I do believe
she did get a bit carried away, but I confess I was too excited by it to
intervene. Now, however, you are in my hands. I have opened numerous
rebellious young wives and many others besides. I know the ways of the
female bottom. It�s abilities, and its limitations too. Spread for me. It
will make it easier. Gwen has paid me to go up you tonight and I will not
be denied. By anyone,� the man added, glancing back over his shoulder. It
never hurt to check his back when doing a new wife, he reminded himself.
James was there. But the young husband was mesmerized. He was too
aroused by the prospect of his wife being ravished, in a place she had
always withheld, to stop the man now.
Gwen reached between the man�s legs. She cupped his balls. They
were heavy upon her small palm. They extruded their bulge through the
spaces between her fingers when she squeezed him.
�Oooh. You have plenty!� Gwen said to the man.
�Yes. Of course.� the man answered.
And so, just minutes after being freed from the dildo, Tabitha was
entered again. The man did her vigorously. He did not spare her. He made
her feel his entire length, getting himself all the way up into her bowels,
so that the very root of his penis pressed into her soft nether cheeks. But
he was careful, in his thrustings, not to tear her. He knew how to take her
with just the right tempo, stopping when she could bear no more, letting
her regain her senses before pushing in further. When he was finished
giving himself pleasure, and getting her as open as her anatomy would
allow, he gave her something to remember him by: a fulsome, jetting
emission, rushing into her guts and filling her with himself.
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Chapter Two
The arrived at the house dressed as the invitation had directed.
James wore a suit and tie, complete with a genuine leather belt around his
waist. Tabitha was dressed in a white blouse and matching white school
girl stockings. Around her waist she wore a miniskirt. It was very short,
but it could not be seen as they approached the house together, for over
her blouse, and hanging down so that it concealed her skirt, was a leather
jacket.
Immediately upon being let into the house Tabitha was relieved of
her jacket. The mistress of the house smiled, hanging Tabitha�s jacket in
the hall closet as the other guests greeted her warmly. A hand, seemingly
by accident, touched the back of Tabitha�s skirt. It lifted it. It only drew
it up a few inches but that was sufficient. The undercurve of Tabitha�s
bottom came into view. It was bare. She wore no panties.
�Oooh! She has a little ass!� a woman standing near Tabitha
remarked.
�Yes,� another woman agreed. James watched as his wife blushed.
The hand, which was the hand of a woman, let go of Tabitha�s skirt. The
woman who had lifted Tabitha�s skirt smiled at James. Her eyes darted to
the front of his trousers. James easily understood the visual gesture.
�Stay awhile,� it said without words, �and I�ll have at that too.�
James grinned. He felt his zipper bulge outward as the excitement
in his crotch grew.
The mistress of the house smiled at James and his wife. �Would you
like tea? We are taking tea in the parlor,� the mistress said.
�Yes. Please,� Tabitha answered. Her voice sounded nonplussed, but
her hand was trembling when James took hold of it to lead her into the
room.
The conversation in the parlor was uneventful at first. The weather
was discussed. A recent golf classic was analyzed. An impending race for
mayor was briefly touched upon. Then, sensing that the group had settled,
the mistress of the house, whose name was Joan, and who had long brown
hair stretching down to her waist, stood up and said,
�Perhaps we would enjoy a sauna?�
�Yes,� a second woman, whose name was Rebecca, chimed. Joan
brushed back her hair. It cloaked her like a garment. She lifted a lock of
her hair and, turning to a woman, the one who had lifted Tabitha�s skirt,
she said,
�Of course I will have to put up my hair.� The woman smiled. Her
name was Yvonne. She reached out and, urging Joan to step closer to her,
she reached for the zipper at the back of Joan�s skirt.
�Five of us are new,� Rebecca said. �Shall I explain things for
them?�
�Yes please,� Joan said. She began to pin up her hair. At the same
time a sound of unzipping was heard as Yvonne undid Joan�s skirt.
Rebecca had red hair. It was curly, and some of it had fallen forward
over her right eye, giving her an alluring appearance. Now she pushed the
hair back, boldly, using her hand. She turned to James and Tabitha, as well
as a young man sitting nearby, next to another couple.
�The point of the sauna is not simply to undress and enjoy,� Rebecca
said. �Though, God knows, a chance to relax is always welcome here.� She
grinned, sheepishly. Briefly she touched her hand to her hip. She adjusted
her bottom on the sofa she was sitting on. Then she continued: �The sauna
also gives us a chance to explore. If you see, for instance,� she looked at
James, �A pair of tits that intrigues you, you are free to fondle them. Or,�
her glance turned to Tabitha, �If you see a penis that fascinates you, do
not be afraid to touch it. All of us will be naked in the sauna, and hands
are as free to wander as eyes are.� Her smile widened. �Now, if you
please, let us have off our things. So that we might savor a bit of steam.�
Tabitha glanced at James. She was still trembling, he saw, her
breathing making her blouse move. But James felt an eagerness in his
loins. At that moment he did not care what happened to Tabitha, so long
as he could get off his pants. He reached for her. Silently she let him lift
her from the loveseat they were sitting on. Still seated himself, he stood
her before him. She looked like a recalcitrant schoolgirl, in her white
stockings and blouse. She let James undo her miniskirt. Then she
unbuttoned her blouse. Watching the others undress, she rolled down her
stockings and took off her shoes. As she did this James undid his own
clothes, freeing his cock in the process, which came out of his pants as
hard as an iron bar. Lastly, standing bare bottomed, with her pussy as
well displayed as her thighs, Tabitha unhooked her bra.
The guests, all naked now, and previously entranced with Tabitha�s
ass, now savored her tits. They were impressive. They rose in twin
points from above her slim ribs. They were two large hefty gourds, each
with a young stiff teat at its tip. In addition, while Tabitha�s body was
tanned, she had purposely protected her breasts from the sun. The skin of
each of her two lovely mounds was pure white. Rebecca walked over to
Tabitha. Frankly she eyed her tits at close range. Then, kissing Tabitha on
her cheek, she boldly cupped her bosoms. They were heavy. They were as
big and wonderful as her ass was small and petite. Rebecca squeezed
Tabitha�s breasts.
�Ah!� Tabitha gasped. She watched as Rebecca isolated her nipples
betwixt two fingers. Then Rebecca pinched them, still holding her tit
flesh. �Ooooh!� Tabitha groaned.
�Good heavens, girl. You are a treasure!� Rebecca whispered to
Tabitha. �I hope you understand that we do not simply take a steam bath
here.� Tabitha answered Rebecca�s statement with a stare. Rebecca
smiled. She could feel the girl trembling, right to the tips of her nipples.
�An ass like yours will be tested,� Rebecca whispered to Tabitha. �And
tits like these will not leave here without tasting clamps.�
�Oh, I do not--� Tabitha began. But James was there, his cock
jabbing her bottom, his finger touching her lips and intruding within.
�Shhhh,� James said. Tabitha flinched at the touch of her husband�s
cock on ass. But she knew he could not help it. He was hard, so hard, and
his penis stuck out in front of him with the same natural grace that a ram
sports antlers. Quietly Tabitha sucked on James� finger. Then he took her
hand. He led her from the parlor, following Rebecca. Behind James the
other guests followed. They gazed with admiration not only at Tabitha�s
ass, but also at James�.
Rebecca paused at the door to the sauna. There was a small bell
hanging outside the door, on a hook. She lifted it. She rang it. It made a
silvery, tingling sound.
�None may enter without being wet,� Rebecca said to the guests.
�You want us to take a shower first?� someone asked.
Rebecca shook her head. �No, no, silly. That is not the sort of wet I
mean. I will touch each of the females, between her legs, to make sure
she is moist there. You needn�t masturbate yourself. I will do it for you.
Or you may have another do it to you if you wish. Whatever, just so you�re
wet before you enter.� Rebecca smiled at Tabitha. James urged his wife
forward, against her misgivings. Rebecca reached between Tabitha�s legs.
She felt a sensation of dew there, on Tabitha�s lips. But she massaged the
young woman�s cunt to make her even wetter.
�The same goes for the men,� Rebecca said, as she forced a moan
from Tabitha. �Each male must have pre-cum drooling from his penis-tip.
But not sperm. Don�t let yourselves get that excited, men. Also, as you
know, you men were instructed not to have sex for one week. I will feel
each of your balls to make sure you�re full.�
When Tabitha had been aroused, Rebecca turned to James. She
stroked the length of his manhood. He did not have pre-cum at the tip of
his cock when she felt it so she took a moment to massage him until he
did. James enjoyed the sensation of Rebecca�s fine-nailed fingers running
up and down his length. When Rebecca had urged an oozing drop of pre-cum
from James� peehole, she reached under his penis and cupped his balls.
�Ooooh. You actually obeyed instructions. Very good,� Rebecca said.
James smiled. In fact he had fucked his wife only three days before, but
he�d drunk a lot of milk since then, hoping it would give him more sperm.
It had.
James ushered his wife into the sauna. They sat down together on a
wooden bench. Next to them was a pail, filled with fresh water. The pail
was made of wood. The whole room smelled of fresh pine. James saw a
stove sitting in the corner. He decided to get up and throw some water on
it, to make steam. He got up. He picked up the pail of water. His cock
waggled stiffly between his legs as he walked over to the stove. When he
arrived he saw that his cock stuck out over the stove, for it was lower in
height than his waist. James looked down at the glowing coals, on top of
the stove. They were just inches below his penis. James lifted the
bucket. He poured some water from it. It splashed onto the coals. Steam
erupted from them and the steam scalded his penis.
�Ouch!� James cried. But it was wet steam, and not terribly painful.
�Oooh,� Tabitha smiled. She touched herself between her legs. She
admired James� boldness. She did not consider his act stupid but rather
daring, a willingness to confront pain and test himself against it.
James walked back to his wife. He sat down. He placed the bucket
next to him, wondering if he should have done what he did. Tabitha
reached over to James. She put her hand between his legs. She stroked his
penis.
�So brave,� Tabitha smiled.
�Or dumb,� James said.
�You can�t help it if your penis sticks out,� Tabitha said.
The other guests were filing into the sauna and they took their seats
on the bench. There were actually two tiers of benches, each at a right
angle to the other, and the guests spread themselves out on them. Towels
were passed around, from a pile in the corner. Nobody was wet but the
towels made sitting on the wood more comfortable. Tabitha took a towel
and placed it under her bottom. Rebecca sat down next to her and smiled
at her.
�Don�t get too comfortable,� Rebecca told Tabitha. �I�ll have a treat
for that pretty little ass of yours in a few minutes.�
James arranged his own towel on the bench so that he could lie
down. Then he did, letting his whole body relax. Only his penis did not
relax, for it was too excited. It thrust up vigorously from the base of his
belly. Between James� legs he could feel his balls. They were swollen
from all the sperm he had saved. He was dying to shoot, letting himself
gush out the tip of his penis, but instead he tried thinking of other things.
Above James his wife laid down, on the second tier of the bench he was
lying on. She lay on her towel, on her belly. James gazed at the round
curve of her bottom sticking up at the ceiling. Idly he wondered what
Rebecca had meant when she said she had a �treat� for Tabitha�s ass.
The minutes passed in steam-heated silence. Tits lolled, hips
squirmed as bodies readjusted themselves on the benches. James� cock
remained hard, as did the penises of the two other men present. James
looked around at the guests, admiring them even as they admired him.
There were four women in all.
�Four pussies,� James remarked to himself. �And eight breasts.
Eight cheeks of bottom. Not bad.� In addition, continuing his counting, he
went over the men, counting not only their cocks but also their balls.
�Six,� James said of the balls. �If I were running the Inquisition I�d be
looking forward to cutting off four of those.�
Joan, her long hair pinned up now, her body naked, uncapped a bottle
of baby oil. She had taken it from a small wooden chest that Rebecca
pulled out from under her bench. Joan squirted the oil on herself. She
began to rub it into her tits.
�I can do that,� Yvonne suggested helpfully. Joan smiled.
�There is lemonade in the kitchen, in the refrigerator,� Joan told
Yvonne. �Please fetch it.�
�Yes,� Yvonne answered. She rose from the bench, where she�d begun
idly fondling her husband�s penis. Beside her, on her other side, sat a
young man. His name was Steve. His cock stuck up eagerly, but it had
received no attention, save for that Rebecca had given it before allowing
him to enter. As Yvonne passed him, heading out for the lemonade, she
bent and fondled his cock.
�My you are big,� Yvonne said to Steve. Joan looked over at the boy.
�Don�t grow too fond of him,� Joan said to Yvonne. �He will have to
have surgery on his cock.� The young man�s eyes widened. Yvonne looked
startled.
�What-- what�s wrong with him?� Yvonne asked Joan. Protectively
she wrapped her hands around the young man�s thing. He stuck up from her
clasping fists, too long for both her hands to enclose. He was like a
plump, ripe summer sausage, full of pulsing blood coursing through veins,
with a fat pair of balls underneath, obviously loaded with sperm.
�Why nothing is wrong with him, dear,� Joan said. She touched her
finger to her pussy as she spoke. Her finger was delicate, slender. Her
eyes gazed at Steve�s organ. �But we will play obscene games, after our
sauna. What could be more decadent than to perform surgery on a
perfectly fine, perfectly healthy man�s penis?�
James, his own cock sticking up with as much vigor as Steve�s, felt
a shock of indecision run through him. What was this woman saying? That
they were going to take a scalpel to Steve�s dick? But it was so well-
shaped, and adroitly proportioned. The thought of surgeons bending over
such a penis, inflicting their medical equipment upon it, gave James a
scare. At the same time it increased his arousal. He felt himself
stretching forth more boldly into the air, even as he realized that what
Joan had planned for Steve, she might also have planned for him.
�I-- I don�t think I�m interested in having surgery,� Steve croaked,
watching as Yvonne resumed massaging his thing.
�I�m sure it won�t be too bad,� Yvonne�s husband, jealously watching
his wife, told the young man.
�You�re big and strong,� Joan smiled at Steve, clearly excited by his
apprehension. �With luck you�ll survive the procedure.�
Yvonne clearly wanted to put the young man to use right then and
there. But, with reluctance showing in her eyes, not to mention worry, she
let go of him. She turned to leave. Salaciously she wiggled her bottom at
him. Then she walked out, blowing him a kiss as she passed out of the
sauna.
As the penises of James, Yvonne�s husband Mark, and young Steven
waved in the steam, the women oiled their bodies. Rebecca took the oil
from Joan, not asking for it but simply taking it, and proceeded to squirt
the woman all over and rub the oil into her with her hands. Joan shivered
at the attention. Above her James� wife, lying on the second tier of his
bench, lifted her behind. Emitting a soft moan, she put her left hand to her
lips. She stuck her thumb into her mouth. She proceeded to suck upon it,
rather noisily, while simultaneously arching her bottom and opening her
thighs.
�I do think she wants it,� Joan said to Rebecca.
�Perhaps later,� Rebecca replied. The woman took a penis-shaped
vibrator from the wooden chest. She turned it on. Ignoring the men, who
strained with perfect, and quite accessible erections, she proceeded to
fuck Joan with the fake penis.
Yvonne returned. She had unpinned her hair and it hung loosely
around her shoulders, falling over them to hang down her chest. James
noticed that her hair was cut so that when it hung loose it would fall
short of her nipples, leaving them unhidden and on view. He liked that. He
wondered if Yvonne�s husband had ordered her to wear her hair that length,
long enough to make her carefree and beautiful, but short enough to leave
all her sexual charms available. James wanted to reach up and grab
Yvonne�s tits. He would milk them with his hands, he told himself,
grabbing them roughly until they spurted.
�Pity you aren�t pregnant,� James muttered as Yvonne passed him.
She handed the lemonade she�d brought to Joan.
�Hmmm?� Yvonne asked, as one might ask for something to be
repeated at an afternoon tea.
James put his hand to his cock. He gave himself a squeeze.
�I said, �pity you aren�t pregnant,� James said to Yvonne. �I would
like to see your breasts full of milk, so I could squeeze them in my hands.�
�Oh how naughty,� Yvonne snapped. �If I were pregnant, my milk
would be for my baby!� Nonetheless as she passed him she let a finger
sweep across him. Then she walked on, returning to the twin spectacles
of her husband and Steve, sitting side-by-side, with a space between them
for her, on the other bench. Joan, who had taken the lemonade from
Yvonne, held it close to herself. It was a full pitcher. It sloshed in her
hands as she held it to her breasts, enjoying the coldness of the glass
pitcher against her hot skin. Rebecca slowed the pace of her dildo. Then
she stopped it, and left it momentarily stuck in Joan, half in her cunt and
half out of it. Rebecca lifted the cold pitcher out of Joan�s hands. Gently
she set it down on the bench, beside the woman.
�Don�t knock it over. I want some when I�m done,� Rebecca told Joan.
Then, diligently, she began to spear the woman again, using the quivering
dildo. Joan climaxed. As she did, Tabitha pulled her thumb from her
mouth. She gave a whimpering moan. She arched her bottom higher. But
James, though enjoying the spectacle of his wife�s behind, knew she was
just teasing. She used to lie like that on their bed, offering her bottom,
but she would always make him take her the normal way when it came
time for them to mate.
�Ah, that was nice!� Joan exclaimed, when she had recovered herself.
She looked at James and the other two men. Still shuddering from her
release, her eyes apprised the three cocks. �I should like one of you to
make a similar display, right here in front of us,� Joan said. �Inspire us
with a jetting forth of your need.
Yvonne looked at her husband with warm eyes.
�Go ahead, honey,� Yvonne suggested. She put a hand to her belly and
rubbed it as she spoke. Then, wetting her lips, she added, �There will be
plenty left over, I�m sure, to put in my belly.�
Tabitha�s thumb popped from her mouth. It made a loud sound as it
came out, in the quiet warm room, a kind of reverse-sucking sound.
�Oh, you do it, honey!� Tabitha told her husband. �Show them how
much you have!� she exclaimed.
Joan laughed. Her cheeks were hot from her orgasm, giving them a
ripe rosy blush. �Well Steve must have surgery, so I suggest he be saved,�
she suggested. �So it is between James and Mark.�
�Lie down,� Yvonne told her husband. �I�ll coat you with oil and then
I�ll make you spend.� She laughed. �You�ll probably hit Joan�s ceiling.�
The invitation was too much for Mark to resist. He spread out his
towel. He lay down. His cock arched stiffly toward the timbered roof.
Mark�s wife placed a towel on the floor. She placed it so that, when she
knelt on it, her body would be kneeling beside Mark�s loins. Then, with a
quick encouraging brush of her fingers across Steve�s erection, she left
her place beside him, on the bench, and knelt over her husband. Rebecca
stood. She brought the bottle of baby oil over to the young wife. Yvonne
smiled.
�Thank you,� Yvonne said, taking the bottle from the red-headed
woman. At the same time Joan stood up. She lifted the pitcher of
lemonade from the bench.
�I�ll take some!� James commanded, gazing at the lemonade in Joan�s
hands.
�Alright,� Joan answered. She tilted the pitcher. A howl escaped
from James as he felt cold lemonade splash down onto his dick.
A sigh rose from Mark. His wife was beginning to oil him. Rebecca
helped, doing his balls as Yvonne did his penis.
�Ooooh. He is SO full,� Rebecca remarked.
�Yes. He will spurt several times at least before the night is over,�
Yvonne assured the redhead.
�Enough for us all, plus an advertisement,� Rebecca laughed.
�God! I�m all sticky now!� James said from across the room.
�Your loins are,� Joan agreed. She put down the pitcher of lemonade.
She reached into the wooden chest. She pulled out a leather cord. �I
wouldn�t want you to get any stickier, would you?� Joan said to James.
�Wh- What do you have in mind?� James asked. He reached down to
his waist a flicked an ice cube off of his belly.
Joan gave a quick tug on the cord. �I�m going to wrap this around
your penis and balls,� Joan said. �Then you will be able to enjoy all
manner of teasing, without spilling your load.�
�Oooooh!� Tabitha sighed. She smiled at James. She lifted her
heiney with provocative grace and gave it a wiggle.
�Hmmm,� James said. He looked up at his wife�s behind. �Then I
could give Tab her first spearing, in her ass, without spilling?�
�Perhaps,� Joan smiled.
�No!� Tabitha shrieked. Her hands flew to her bottom. She squeezed
her cheeks. James laughed.
�I have something for that cute little ass of yours,� Joan said.
�Something to help your husband.�
�What?� James asked, as Joan began to bind him with the cord.
�You�ll see,� Joan said. �Hold still so I can get you tied up properly.�
James looked at his quivering dick. �I�m not doing that,� he told
Joan. �It�s... like... when my heart goes thump, my dick quivers.�
�Mmmm. Yes I see,� Joan replied. She bound the cord around his
excited penis. Then she did his balls. When she knotted the leather thong
James gave a shout.
�Ouch! That�s tight!� James said.
�The better to keep you full,� Joan answered.
With James bound, and Steve wondering how his penis would be
operated upon, Rebecca and Yvonne finished oiling Mark. Each stroke of
their fingers was designed not only to wet him but to bring him closer to
orgasm. At last he was quivering on the brink of release and Joan,
reaching again into the wooden chest, ordered the two women to stop.
�A pause, now, please, before we shoot him off,� Joan said. She
drew another wooden box from beneath her bench. She opened it. Inside
was a single wooden cup. She dipped it into the pitcher of lemonade. Then
she gave the cup to James, still lying on his back on the bench.
�Drink,� Joan told James. �When you have quenched your thirst I
will pass the cup to your wife, and then on to each of us in turn. Let us
savor this moment, while we are all still yearning for release.�
James took the cup. He drank from it. Passing it back to Joan, he
said,
�You are still yearning for release?�
Joan smiled. �I have a large appetite, in sexual matters,� she
answered. Joan dipped the cup in the pitcher again. This time she handed
it up to Tabitha. Still lying with her ass upended, Tabitha took her hands
from her bottom and used both of them to clasp the sides of the cup. She
drank, lapping at the lemonade. She drank half the cup but did not finish
it. When she handed it back to Joan the dark-haired woman swallowed the
rest in one gulp.
After the cup had been passed around, after everyone had been
refreshed, it was time for Mark to give a display of himself. Yvonne and
Rebecca helped. Positioning themselves so that everyone could see, and
with James watching, they rubbed him vigorously with their hands until
James gave a loud cry. Suddenly, gloriously, like Old Faithful erupting,
James gushed out his sperm. It spurted high and splattered down across
his stomach and thighs. Some of it hit the girls, who leaned forward
squealing as James offered himself. His seed sprinkled their breasts,
their hands, their faces. A bit of it even got onto Yvonne�s lovely long
hair.
No sooner had Mark�s passion expired, and his penis begun to ebb in
its size and girth, than Joan pulled a strange looking device from the
wooden chest at her feet. It was a short stubby cock, and like the dildo
that had pleasured her, no amount of female persuasion could ever get it
to lose its stiffness. Attached to the base of the cock was a quartet of
chains. Each was thin, but strong. Joan looked up at Tabitha and caught
the young woman�s eye.
�This is the treat I spoke to you about, for your bottom,� Joan told
the blonde. �You will wear this for the rest of the evening, to make you
more accessible to your husband. The only time it is to be removed is
when someone wants to take it out in order to put in something bigger. A
living cock, for instance.�
�Oh, NO!� Tabitha bleated. Her hands, which had remained at her face
after drinking the lemonade, now flew to her bottom again. It was still
poised in the air, in sexy invitation, though apparently the young wife had
not contemplated the full extent of her brazen posture.
�Yes,� James said. He was too aroused to see his wife refuse. She
looked to him for protection but he only licked his lips. �You have taken a
dildo, once before,� James said to Tabitha. �And it was longer.�
�Yes but I did not have to WEAR it!� Tabitha cried.
Catlike, Joan sprang up to the second tier of the bench. She placed
herself beside James� wife, sitting by her face, and showed her the dildo.
�See, darling?� Joan explained. �This is going up you. I want you to
lick it to make it wet, to give it lubrication. Then I�ll add a little oil. But
I want it wet with your saliva first, so you can never claim that you were
forced.�
�Oh, BUT!� Tabitha cried.
�Yes, up your little butt!� Joan said encouragingly. She offered the
girl the dildo. �Suck it like you sucked your thumb,� Joan told Tabitha.
After much hesitation, giving first little tentative licks, Tabitha obeyed.
She licked it like a candy cane, up and down and swirling around. But
unlike a candy, the dildo didn�t melt. When Tabitha was finished the
gleaming cock was just as hard and thick as when she�d started. �Now lift
your bottom higher,� Joan told the young woman, as Rebecca brought her
the bottle of baby oil. Together the two women put the finishing touches
on the object, making it very slick, as Tabitha, watching, arched her
behind higher.
�Good, good,� James complimented his wife.
�Oh but I don�t ever want a real one in me,� Tabitha told her husband,
looking down at his dick.
�Your duty tonight is to accept that which is offered,� Joan told the
blonde. �Up higher now with your bottom. Reach back and open yourself.
Spread your cheeks with your pretty manicured hands. How like soft
pillows the twin hinds of your ass look!�
�Oh, and you are going to jam something right between them!�
Tabitha wailed, nonetheless complying, for her husband, getting up and
rummaging through the wooden chest on the floor, took from it a black
leather paddle.
�Such interesting things for a sauna,� James remarked. He struck
his thigh with the paddle. �Ow!� he exclaimed. He looked at his thigh. A
red mark formed on it. �That�s effective. Damn effective,� James said.
�Oh, I don�t want to be spanked!� Tabitha shouted.
�Then get that ass open,� James told his wife. Joan and Rebecca
stood. They walked from Tabitha�s front to her rear and sat down again.
�Lemonade?� Yvonne asked. She had been tracing whorls in the
sperm on her husband�s loins, gathering it with her finger and then sucking
her finger clean. Now she stood. She looked at Steve, perched on the
bench, contemplating the fate of his dick.
�Yes please,� Steve said in a high, anxious voice.
�Yes,� Mark said languidly. Yvonne walked across the sauna. She
picked up the pitcher of lemonade. She dipped the cup in the pitcher and
then brought the cup over to Steve. He took it from her. He gazed at her
lovely swinging ripe tits as he took it. Then he began to drink from the
cup. Suddenly, a scream pierced the steam. Steve looked up. To his utter
surprise, for he was new to such things, he watched as Joan and Rebecca
impaled Tabitha with the fake cock.
�Surgery can be so delicious,� Joan remarked, when they were all
sitting down again, save for Tabitha, who lay on her belly with a dick up
her ass. �First, one must undress, which will not be a problem in our case.
At the same time as the patient disrobes, the doctors dress up. They put
on gloves, masks, gowns, special footwear so as not to bloody their shoes,
and nets for their hair. You who will be playing at doctor will find these
things provided in the next room. When all is in readiness the patient is
brought in, wearing a modest, easily removable hospital gown. He lies
down. Of course he hopes not to be sexually excited, for it will be easily
observed by the doctors. Then the patient is relieved of his gown, or it is
gotten out of the way in any event. After this the patient is bound to the
table, so he will not struggle or move during the operation. And then the
procedure begins.� Joan looked at Steve with a passionate gaze. Steve�s
cock lurched between his thighs.
�What-- what will you do to me?� Steve asked.
�Oh, this and that,� Joan said. �But we have two tables and it would
be a shame to waste the other.� Her gaze turned to James.
�Not me,� James said.
�Mmmm, two cocks sticking up in readiness, for whatever might
befall them. I wonder who would cum first?� Joan laughed. �But I did not
have you in mind, dear boy. It is your wife I want on the other table.�
�What? Me!� Tabitha shouted. �No!� Her hands flew to her bottom
but, finding herself already invested there, she clapped them to her mouth
instead. A blush, already on her cheeks, deepened.
For the first time James felt a twinge of concern for his wife. But
he was still lusty, painfully so, his dick straining for release. He touched
the cord binding his cock.
�Will there be anesthesia?� James asked.
�No, what is the fun in that?� Joan laughed.
�But-- but what will happen to her?� James asked. �There�s nothing
wrong with her.�
�She will be examined,� Joan answered. �A young, healthy wife,
examined by all the men present. Everything will be inspected. Her
nipples, her cunt, even her teeth in her mouth. And of course her blood
pressure will be monitored regularly, and prior to the operation she will
sit and have blood drawn from her arm.�
�You mean with a needle?� Tabitha shrieked.
�Yes, dear. I am a registered nurse. I know how to take a blood
sample,� Joan told the young wife.
�Ooooh!� Tabitha gasped. Her eyes were already wet from being
pierced by the dildo and now she began sobbing.
�There, there,� Joan said. She climbed up to the second tier of the
bench and sat again by the young woman�s head, as she had before impaling
her on the dildo. She patted Tabitha�s hair. It was pinned up and lovely to
look at. It shone with a halo-like glow in the steam of the sauna.
�Alright,� James said. �But I want to be one of the doctors.�
After the sauna the seven of them showered together. They used a
big gang shower, big enough to hold all of them. Tabitha was not
permitted to remove her butt plug in order to shower. Nor was James
allowed to take off his leather thong, although it was loosened. The two
men still sporting erections made quite a spectacle in the shower, their
penises sticking out stiffly as everyone, even Mark, soaped them down.
When the shower was over towels were passed out and everyone took a
turn drying each other. James and Steve�s penises wiggled alluringly as
the towels were passed over them. While drying Steve, Mark became erect
again. Yvonne remarked that if playing with a naked man made Mark that
excited, she would be sure to invite over company in the future, when they
made love. Mark blushed. He said he had no idea why drying Steve�s penis
had caused his own to grow.
�But I�m grateful for it,� Mark said. �I know I can cum several more
times and it�s nice to be ready again.�
After they were dry, James and Mark and Yvonne went into the
operating room. Joan and Rebecca stayed behind with Tabitha and Steve.
Joan found two nurses caps and handed one to Rebecca.
�Here,� Joan told her. �Can�t be a nurse without your cap.� The two
women laughed. They put the nurses� caps on their heads. Then Joan
peeked into the operating room. Seeing that all was in readiness, she and
Rebecca led Tabitha and Steve to their fate.
Tabitha�s knees buckled when she saw the operating room. It was
very life-like. Two white-sheeted tables stood in the middle of the room.
Beside each was a smaller table, on which was a plethora of shiny steel
items. They were medical instruments. There were metal tweezers,
scalpels, a speculum, plus several feet of plastic tubing and other things,
including a supply of colored condoms and KY jelly.
Joan and Rebecca gripped Tabitha by her arms. She wore nothing,
save for the butt-plug stuck up her ass. Steve stood manfully by himself,
without assistance, his penis well-displayed and his ass clenched. The
others in the room were dressed, or mostly undressed, in doctors� gear.
James wore a mask on his face, and rubber gloves on his hands. His penis
thrust forth daringly from his loins, sticking across the metal tray that
held the operating instruments
�Doctor, I have brought the patients,� Joan told James.
�Yes. What procedure are they scheduled for?� James asked as
dispassionately as he could.
�You are to operate on their sexual parts,� Joan said. �Of course you
may inspect each patient as much as you need, but when it comes to the
surgery, it is their sexual parts which are to be operated upon.�
�I see,� James said. He looked at Mark.
�The female will need her cunt pierced, to insure she is not a
virgin,� Mark told Tabitha�s husband.
�Oh really? You think she might be a virgin?� James asked. His
voice showed amusement.
�We will inspect her to see, but I suggest she be invested in any
event. She is a young wife? Sperm in the belly will do her good.�
�Perhaps in nine months she will be back,� James joked.
�I should like to inspect her nipples,� Yvonne said.
�Of course,� Mark agreed. �And we must not forget her mouth. Or
her bottom hole, for that matter.�
�Funny you should mention both her mouth and her ass in the same
sentence,� James said.
�Yes,� Mark agreed. �Both are equally useful.�
Tabitha let out an embarrassed gasp. The others laughed, save for
Steve, who was too busy feeling the pulsations of his blood in his loins as
he gazed at the surgical trays.
The room was warm. A light had been turned on over each table. It
warmed the air. It made each table stand as if in sunlight, everything
exposed, everything on view.
Tabitha shivered. Humiliated, barely able to stand, she was led to
one of the operating tables. But before she was allowed to mount the
table she had to sit bare-bottomed on a chair beside it, and have her blood
drawn. She nearly fainted as Joan poked her arm with a needle. When the
procedure was complete Tabitha stood, with help from Rebecca, and
climbed up on the table. Steve had his blood drawn next, and then he got
up on the other table. Together they lay down, with quick, awkward
glances at each other. When she was flat on her back Tabitha gazed at her
husband. But he was masked, and gazing at her with the dispassionate
eyes of a surgeon. With a scream of fright she looked away. She bit her
lower lip and lay nakedly under the light.
�The ass is the thing with this fellow, and perhaps something for
the penis,� Mark told James. The young husband nodded.
�What?!� Steve blurted. But Yvonne was already binding his wrists
above his head, to the sides of the table. James and Mark spread his legs.
They rested his ankles in the steel stirrups that stuck out beyond the
table�s base. Soon the only thing left free on Steve�s body was his penis.
It stood stiffly erect, waiting with anxious need for the touch of the
metal instruments lying in the steel bowl beside his table. Below his cock
his balls lolled heavily at the end of the table. James touched one of the
two rounded testicles with a rubber-gloved finger.
�He is quite full,� James said. �I recommend we pierce these, or
otherwise relieve some of the pressure.�
�Yes,� Mark agreed.
�What th-?� Steve gasped. But as he tried to speak Yvonne lowered a
metal brace between his lips. Actually it was two braces, each parallel to
the other, forcing his mouth to spread to accommodate their presence.
Yvonne patted Steve�s forehead.
�Now your mouth is rendered immobile,� Yvonne told the young man.
�But you have no need to say anything. Just lie there and enjoy the
procedure. It shouldn�t be too painful.�
Joan and Rebecca tied down Tabitha. They fastened her to the table
on her back. Her hands were bound near her face, just as Steve�s hands
were fastened. When she was prepared she showed a pretty wet cunt,
gaping sweetly between her legs. Her mouth was spread wide by a metal
brace. It held her lips apart and showed her pretty tongue, curled in her
mouth and cowering there like a cornered mouse. Anything might be done
to Tabitha now, for every part of herself was open. The only place that
the overhead light did not penetrate was her ass. And that was only
because a butt plug had been thrust into her there. Tabitha shivered and
felt tears roll down her face. Rose, bending over her chest, began to tease
her stiff nipples with rubber-gloved fingers.
�Yes, darling. How sexy you look lying there. Your mouth gapes, your
cunts shows its red lips. Your nipples point stiffly toward the ceiling,
betraying your lust. Even your poor bottom makes a sexy spectacle, the
cheeks rammed through with a hard black butt plug. I think I shall get a
camera a snap a picture of you. Oh, how your eyes roll in your head hearing
that! Yes, dear, nothing is sacred here. Every little girl deserves to have
herself put on full display.�
Meanwhile, over at Steve�s table, Mark wet a cotton swab. He used
alcohol. When he touched the swab to Steve�s penis, to the gaping, oozing
slit of his pee hole, Steve flinched.
�Yes, there will be a slight sting,� Mark told Steve. �James, is the
catheter ready?�
�Yes,� James said.
�Oh, what are you going to do with that?� Yvonne asked the two men.
�We�re going to stick it up Steve�s penis,� Mark answered. The man
paused to rub his own dick with a rubber gloved hand. Then, taking the
tubing from James, he pressed the end of it against the tip of Steve�s
cock.
�Oh my God!� Yvonne sighed. Steve wiggled madly on the table. His
mouth made guttural sounds. But he couldn�t speak, owing the metal
braces holding his lips apart.
�Let us do the same,� Rose said to Rebecca, at the other table. �Each
of them shall have their bladder filled. Steve through the pee hole at the
end of his dick, Tabitha through the pee hole located within the prettiness
of her cunt.�
When Steve and Tabitha were both penetrated and filled, they were
commanded to pee. The others watched as their pee ran down the tubing
sticking out of their bodies. Each of the tubes ended in a bucket. The
buckets were placed at the base of their tables. They were made of metal.
There was a loud sound of pee splashing into the buckets as the two
patients relieved themselves.
�Very good,� Rose said, when Steve and Tabitha had emptied their
bladders. �Now let�s fill them again. That was fun!�
To the mortification of the two patients, they were filled with fluid
three times. Each time they were filled almost to bursting. Then, as they
gasped for relief, they were permitted to pee. Their pee ran down the
tubes and Rose photographed the urine running into the buckets.
On a sudden inspiration, Mark decided he wanted to sodomize Steve.
It was, of course, completely contrary to the unwritten rules males play
by, at least heterosexual males, and Mark apologized to the boy before
doing him.
�I can�t help it,� Mark told Steve. �I�m excited by the forbidden
nature of it. I�ll try to take you as gently as possible. And of course I�ll
wear a condom, and use plenty of lubricant.� James smiled. He was glad
he wasn�t lying on the table.
With the tube still stuck in Steve�s dick, Mark entered between the
cheeks of his ass. The boy�s legs were spread wide and his feet were
firmly anchored to the stirrups. He could not resist. As he felt himself
impaled, James scraped up and down the sides of his cock with a scalpel.
How horrifying it was! One slip of the scalpel and Steve would feel his
whole length, his whole manhood, lopped off. He would hear it plop
beneath him as it fell from the table, into the metal bucket on the floor
which held his pee.
Steve wriggled in an attempt to escape the scalpel�s caress.
�Don�t,� James warned. �I won�t hold myself responsible for your
moving around like that.�
Mark probed, his cock pushing deeper. Steve wriggled again.
�Don�t!� James said. �You�re making your dick wobble all over the
place. I might cut you.�
�He can�t help it. I�m doing him,� Mark grunted.
�He�s lucky I have a light touch,� James answered.
Mark took Steve slowly. He savored the tightness between the boy�s
cheeks. Steve squeezed himself. He tried to expel the invader, or at least
keep him from going up any further! When Mark was about halfway into
Steve, he could bear the virgin�s snugness no longer. He ejaculated. But
because he was wearing a condom, the sperm merely collected at the tip
of Mark�s penis, within the safe confines of the rubber. When he withdrew
Steve felt relief, but an odd emptiness too, as if he had been used. Used,
but not rewarded.
James laid the scalpel back in the metal surgical tray. With
sympathetic eyes he grasped Steve�s erection in his hand. It was a big
cock that the boy had, sticking well out of James� fist. James admired the
length and girth of the young man�s erection. Then, slowly, he began to
pump him.
�How does it feel to have a man giving you pleasure? A doctor?�
James asked the boy. He felt odd manipulating Steve. Yet he felt
strangely thrilled too, for he was doing something he guessed he would
never do again. It was the moment, the spark of the night, that had
brought him to this. He had never even contemplated being gay. Yet here
he was, not relieving himself in the lad but bringing him swiftly and
dispassionately to orgasm.
�No!� Steve croaked, as he felt himself taken over the edge.
�Yes,� James countered. �This thing of yours is dangerous. I don�t
want it going up my wife.�
Joan and Rebecca, meanwhile, attended to Tabitha. They sketched
imaginary lines on her belly with a scalpel. They whispered to her about
the benefits of a Cesarian Section. Finally, with the butt plug still up her,
they inserted a dildo into her cunt. Tabitha gasped as she felt herself
filled.
�No! No!� Tabitha tried to plead. But her mouth, spread by the metal
brace, could do nothing but gulp in air as the dildo thrust into her sex.
When she was filled Rebecca undid the chains holding her butt plug in
place. She pulled the plug out. Tabitha let out a cry of relief, but a
moment later she screamed in terror. In place of the plug, Rebecca
intended for her to take a full-sized phallus.
�It�s what you get for wearing a skirt with no panties,� Joan
laughed. Rebecca oiled the phallus. She smiled at the sight of Tabitha�s
behind. The young wife�s little back hole still showed the signs of its
previous investiture. It was greasy, and slightly wider than it should be,
as if begging for more. Above Tabitha�s back hole, between her spread
legs, the dildo put into her sex was sticking out. The end of it showed,
with Tabitha�s sexual juices secreting around it, like dew on a big stick.
Rebecca leaned forward. Tabitha thrashed against her bonds.
Frantically the young wife squeezed her cheeks.
�You are married now. You must get used to fucking,� Joan laughed.
Rebecca showed no mercy. She thrust in the second device, eager as a
young husband. Tabitha screamed as she felt the second dildo penetrate
her bottom. It hurt. Only the skill of the two women, one diddling
Tabitha�s clit as the second worked in the phallus, kept Tabitha from
having her bottom hole torn.
When Tabitha was completely filled, the womens� real work began.
They pulled out the dildos. But they did not pull them out completely.
When they had pistoned the dildos back, they shoved them forward.
Tabitha shrieked as she felt herself fucked all over again. And even then
that was not the end of it! Joan and Rebecca�s breasts swung nakedly,
back and forth, as they exerted themselves. They inserted the dildos into
Tabitha again and again. Over and over they fucked her, like two randy
young men, using the dildos. The young wife exploded in a series of
orgasmic cries.
Afterward Tabitha lay heaving on the table. She couldn�t believe she
had survived the attack. For that was what it felt like, with her legs
forcibly spread and her bottom and cunt speared without pity. Yet there
was a strange glow in her belly, spreading up from her sex and ass. The
kind of glow one finds reassuring, no matter how strange or untried the
circumstances. As she lay there, tears rolling down her flushed cheeks,
Rebecca picked up the scalpel again. She put it to Tabitha�s belly. Once
more she traced lines on her skin.
�Yes,� Rebecca breathed to the young wife. �How nice it would be
for your husband to fuck you, without birth control. And in nine months,
who knows? You might be lying on an operating table just like this one,
with a knife thrust into your belly to deliver your baby.�
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Chapter Three
�Vivisection. The act or practice of cutting into or otherwise
injuring living animals, especially for the purpose of scientific research,�
she read.
�Yes,� Taylor agreed. It wasn�t, of course, his real name. She didn�t
know his real name. All she knew was that she was naked, and he was
clothed. In black. He had completely covered himself, except for his face.
He wore a black hat, black gloves, a black scarf of a thin woolen material
around his neck. She guessed he had a great body under his suit coat, from
the cut of it, but she also knew she would never see it. Never touch it.
She wasn�t permitted to do that.
Taylor looked at her long hair. It tumbled down her bare back and he
knew he would have to tie it up, to expose her more completely, but he
was reluctant to do it just yet. He savored the swish of her hair whenever
she moved her head.
Tabitha touched her right breast. It was as naked as the rest of her.
Gently she stroked her nipple on her right breast. At the same time she
reached down, with her left hand, to the book on the table. She traced the
words in the definition for �vivisection�. She wondered what fate her
husband was facing.
They had arrived in a limousine. A man had brought them. Not
Taylor, but another man. He had put his hand to her husband�s crotch in the
car, stroking his zippered pants as the car rolled along.
�You are excited,� the man in the car, who was named Frank, had said
to James.
�Yes,� Tabitha�s husband had replied.
�Fear can be exciting,� Frank had agreed. �You are aware, of course,
that you can be told nothing about the night in advance. Only that it
involves the loins, the sexual parts, and that any pleasure you receive will
have to be earned. As a reward. For enduring pain.�
James had not said anything in reply. Instead, he watched as the
man slowly unzipped him. Frank groped within James� pants. The young
husband�s pride was not hard to find. Frank pulled it out. It was like
yanking a snake out of the ground. Tabitha clutched her husband�s arm.
She gasped. But James said nothing, did nothing, except moan, as Frank
fondled his stiffness.
�Yes,� Frank said. �My friends and I will have to see what we can do
about this. It is awfully big. No wonder your wife has been known to
refuse you.� Frank squeezed the crown of James� big organ. �Breast
reduction for over-sized women, penis-reduction for over-sized men.
That is probably the answer, don�t you think?� Frank asked James. The
young husband did not answer. Instead he shivered and clutched his wife�s
thigh as Frank, palpitating him with a finger just under the base of his
crown, on the underside of his shaft, nearly made him spill himself on his
trousers.
When they arrived they were escorted into a small room. They were
permitted to undress there. No one watched them. But Frank stood
outside, waiting for them to finish. Tabitha remembered watching her
husband undress. He seemed preoccupied. He hardly seemed to notice her.
He seemed more interested in his penis, and how it stuck out in front of
him, and how heavy his balls felt. She wanted to ask him to leave but she
couldn�t find the strength to do it. When she was naked she looked at
herself in a mirror in the room. Her hair was perfect, as he had ordered
her to wear it, long and loose and well-brushed, glowing with the
attention she�d spent all afternoon giving it. Beneath the long veil of her
hair, falling down her back and across her chest and over her breasts and
down her belly to below her navel, she could see her skin gleaming. It was
well tanned, all brown and soft, with the breasts carefully left untanned,
covered by her bikini when she lay in the sun, and her bottom and pubis
untanned as well. She looked at her nails. They were glossy, like white
pearls. James liked them that way. Her toenails matched her fingernails
and her lips were glossy too, as James always liked to see them, but he
was not paying attention to her now. Instead he was slapping his cock. He
watched it with interest as, stiffly erect, it bobbed up and down in front
of him. Each motion of his hand, hitting his cock, not only made his
manhood wobble around but caused his balls, heavy with need, to swing to
and fro.
�Do you like doing that?� Tabitha asked her husband.
�I don�t know,� James replied. �Don�t bother me. Just do as I tell
you. I am giving you as a gift tonight. And myself as well.�
They emerged from the room together. They were holding hands, but
James� hand felt cold in her palm. He kissed her goodbye. Briefly. Then he
let Frank order him to a door that led into a room where men were waiting.
Tabitha was left to stand in the hall, all alone, watching her husband�s
bare ass and Frank�s back. When James was at the door he turned. He
looked at Tabitha.
�Go,� he told Tabitha. The young wife let out a sob. She turned. She
walked to a door at the other end of the hall. She could feel Frank�s eyes
on her ass, and her husband�s as well, on her white untanned behind. And
she guessed Frank�s eyes expressed more interest in her ass than her
husband�s did. She heard a hand slap against flesh. She turned. She saw
her husband�s penis wiggling.
�Goodbye,� Tabitha said to James.
�Goodbye,� James answered. He gave her a smile then, a big smile,
and she couldn�t help smiling in return. Then James opened the door at his
end of the hall. Tabitha heard the laughter of men. It abated, then
increased again as James stepped forward, his penis leading the way.
Tabitha quickly looked away. Hearing a muffled yell, she yanked
open the door in front of her. She rushed inside. She slammed the door
behind her without looking again down the hall, toward where her husband
had been standing.
The man in black was waiting. Taylor. Tabitha turned and regarded
him warily. She felt like a caged animal. Taylor was sitting in a chair,
smoking. He told her to go to the bookshelf and take down the college
dictionary.
�Vivisection,� Tabitha said again, reading the word on the page,
stroking the definition with her finger.
�Yes,� Taylor said. He motioned with his hand. Tabitha lifted her
finger from the dictionary. She looked to where Taylor was pointing.
�Fetch it,� Taylor told Tabitha, as if she were a dog. She tossed back her
hair. She felt the proud swell of her breasts jutting from her chest, with
their too stiff nipples. Her hands slipped behind her and cupped the cheeks
of her ass. Then she walked forward, her head high, almost not noticing
her predicament as she listened to a sharp manly cry in the distance,
beyond the closed door.
She brought him the stick. It was polished wood. She placed it in
his gloved hands. He stroked it, as she heard again a yell from beyond the
door. It was more desperate, almost pleading. She wanted to run from the
room. But she found her knees had locked, her legs had frozen. She was
tingling all up and down her spine, as if her body were trying to slip into
sleep, and her legs already had.
Taylor looked up at her from the comfort of his chair.
�Tabitha, are you familiar with this item?� Taylor asked the young
wife. She did not hear him. She was straining to hear her husband. But
she heard no more cries from beyond the door. She just heard silence.
When Taylor asked her the question again she started.
�Y- Yes,� Tabitha managed to say.
�And what is it, my dear?� Taylor asked, still running a gloved
finger up and down the stick, as if it were a precious treasure.
�It- it�s a cane,� Tabitha replied. Her hands gripped her ass more
firmly, squeezing the white flesh, feeling its warmth in her palms.
�And has your husband trained you to receive this?� Taylor asked
her. His voice was nonchalant, easy, masterfully calm.
�N- No,� Tabitha said. Quickly she added, �There was-- there was no
need.�
�Of course,� Taylor said. �You are a good wife. But you have been
somewhat resistant about your bottom hole, have you not? Denying your
husband the pleasure of its tightness?�
Tabitha hung her head. Her long hair was falling down around her
face, over her rounded shoulders, alongside her conical upward-tilted
breasts. Taylor felt his blood race. She was so perfect! How white her
tits were, in contrast to her tanned belly and arms. She had laid in the sun
and browned herself that way, as a perfect submissive, leaving her
breasts covered so that they would look more spectacular and naked when
uncovered.
�Turn around, Tabitha,� Taylor said. She obeyed. Her hands clung to
her untanned ass. �Take your hands away from your bottom, Tabitha,�
Taylor told her. She obeyed. He watched her cheeks shiver as she bared
them to him. She rubbed her palms on her belly, out of his sight, letting
him drink in the sight of her naked posterior. He drew off one of his
gloves. Her legs were slightly spread and he tossed his leather glove
between her legs. She looked down at it. �Bend down,� he said. �Pick it
up.�
Tabitha found the strength to bend her knees. She did a kneeling
bend, like a curtsey, discreetly picking up the glove. She turned and gave
it to him. He ordered her to turn around again, to show him her bottom.
Again he tossed the glove to the floor.
�Do not bend your knees this time when you pick it up,� he instructed
her. �Spread your legs more. Do not be afraid to show me the purse of
your pussy as you bend over.�
Tabitha shuddered. She altered her stance. She opened her thighs,
placing her feet an arm�s length apart from each other, giving him plenty
of room to see. She bent over. She touched the glove on the floor. Her
hair hung around her and her bosoms quivered nakedly in front of her face.
�Don�t rise,� he said, as her tanned painted fingertips touched the
glove. He clutched her thighs. She flinched. She almost rose as she felt
his hands, one bare and the other gloved, impress their grip into her legs.
His face was pushed forward now, for he was leaning toward her, and he
gently blew air into the fig of her pussy.
�Oooooh!� Tabitha gasped.
Taylor sniffed like a hound at her sex. �Your cunt smells delicious,�
he reported to her. She felt strange, like a master and a servant, bending
for him and yet being appreciated by him. She felt his breath blow
worshipfully into her moistening slit.
He gave her clothes to wear. They felt alien against her skin.
Panties, a brassiere. She did not like how the cups of the brassiere
pressed against her nipples. She felt her slit wetten her panties. He gave
her a skirt to wear. He made her pull on a blouse. He gave her stockings,
high heels, even barrettes for her hair. Everything fit. Everything was
exactly her size, or deliberately a size too small, the panties wedging in
the crack of her ass as soon as she took a step, the brassiere clutching her
breasts, pushing them up and forcing the tit flesh to show itself, whore-
like, above the frilled rim of her low-cut blouse. The shoes, however,
were not too tight. They were just right, albeit with four inch heels.
There was a television in the room. Taylor stood up and went to it,
as Tabitha pulled on the last of her clothes. Her gift-clothes. They were
not hers, hers were in the small room where her husband and she had
undressed. She pulled on the clothes Taylor had given her as he flicked on
the T.V. Tabitha let out a cry. She lost her balance. She fell into the
leather chair he had been sitting in. There, on the T.V., was Tabitha�s
husband. He was stark naked, just as she had left him. His penis was as
stiff as ever. But now he was lying on a wooden table, so that his cock,
sticking up and engorged with its own blood, looked twice as large.
Tabitha could see all her husband�s ribs as he lay on the table.
�They�re-- they�re stretching him!� Tabitha gasped.
�Yes. The rack,� Taylor said.
�And he�s surrounded by doctors!� Tabitha moaned.
�Vivisection,� Taylor said.
�No!� Tabitha screamed. She watched as a masked, white-coated
figure at the head of the table turned a wheel. The table moved. It grew
longer. Tabitha�s husband let out a shout and his ribs became more
exposed. His cock seemed to stick out more. In fact his stomach, already
hollow, became more concave, as his body adjusted to the rack�s new
position. This made James� risen cock look all the bigger, all the more
vulnerable. Tabitha gasped as she watched a white-masked doctor, his
hands gloved with rubber, extend a knife toward her husband�s penis. At
the same moment a second doctor, leaning over her husband�s erection,
grasped the member with a forceps. He seized the head. The other doctor,
with the knife, stroked the base of James� cock.
�Yes. Vivisection,� Taylor observed. Tabitha felt a roiling in her
belly. She put her hands over her eyes.
�Observe how full the testicles are,� a male voice intoned on the
T.V. Tabitha peeked between her fingers. She saw a close-up of her
husband�s balls on the T.V. They looked fat and healthy. His legs had been
forced open to show their fullness. As she watched, a nutcracker,
polished and silver, was placed against her husband�s left ball. Pincer-
like, the nutcracker closed on the living nut of her husband. Out of view of
the camera, the body of her husband moved abruptly, futilely, as the
nutcracker squeezed his left ball.
�Oh!!� Tabitha cried. Taylor switched off the T.V. He turned to the
young wife.
�I will be your husband for this evening, since your own is
indisposed,� he said. �But remember that I do not love you as much as he,
so I will feel freer to use you however I please.� Taylor walked over to
Tabitha. He took her arm. She tried to draw away from him, but he made
her stand up. He kissed her, briefly. She offered reluctant lips.
�This is not-- was not--� Tabitha said. Her voice came from her
throat in an almost choking sound. She was close to sobbing.
�No, it is not as your husband planned,� Taylor said. �He intended for
me merely to give you the cane. Coldly, remotely, detached from you and
not loving you, merely training you.� He kissed her again, on her cheek.
�You were never to see my penis, for instance,� Taylor said, seeming to
savor the word as he spoke it.
�You must be quite beautiful. With-- Without your clothes on, I
mean,� Tabitha stammered. She looked at him. She ran her hands out
along his shoulders. Then she stroked her fingers down along his biceps.
They flexed and hardened under her touch, under his black sleeves.
�Tonight I will be your husband,� Taylor told Tabitha. �You will
receive that which your husband intended for you, but in public, in front of
an audience that can savor your training and perhaps learn from it. Also,
since I am your husband, you will feel that which husbands are meant to
give. Except you will feel it where I like to put it, between the cheeks of
your untanned ass, in your bottom.�
�No!� Tabitha breathed.
Taylor walked the young wife to a table. There were white gloves
lying there, on the wooden surface of the table. The polished surface.
Each glove had a pearl wristlet around the base of it. Taylor insisted on
putting the gloves on her hands. Then, going to a drawer and fetching a
scissors, he shortened her skirt. He cut away a good two inches of the
fabric. He did not care that he made the hem ragged as he cut it. When he
was finished she looked at herself in a mirror. She was white-gloved and
her gloves matched the color of her panties, which now showed below her
skirt, for he had made her skirt so short that the underside of her bottom
showed. In addition she could see the flesh of her white ass cheeks,
sticking out of her panties which were wedged in her bottom�s crack.
�Let�s go,� Taylor said. He gave Tabitha a sweater. She put it on. It
cloaked her pushed-up breasts but it wasn�t long enough to cover her
bottom. With her panties still showing, clutching the sweater to herself,
Tabitha let Taylor lead her out of the room and down the hall and out of
the house.
It was windy outside. Rain buffeted them both in the face as they
stepped down off the concrete stoop in front of the house. Taylor put his
arm around Tabitha. He had not planned for rain.
�I will get an umbrella,� Taylor said. He drew Tabitha back into the
house. He closed the door. She was again in the warmth of the house,
enclosed in it. She could hear the wind howling after her, outside. She
trembled. Somewhere in the coziness of this house her husband was
naked. He was facing doctor�s knives, his bare penis against their sharp,
deadly edges. One slice and he would not be her husband anymore. She
could not think of it. She pressed herself to Taylor. He accepted her
indifferently, letting her weigh against him as he reached into an umbrella
rack for an umbrella.
�This will keep you dry,� Taylor smiled. She saw the leer in his
eyes. He knew she was moist between her legs, the uneasiness of her
arousal moistening the crotch of her panties, under her slit. He opened the
door again. He pulled her out of the house and popped the umbrella open to
shield her from the rain. She felt the wind as it found her skirt. It lifted
it. Headlights blazed in the street as a car passed. Frantically she
clutched at her skirt, pulled it down. She heard Taylor laugh, over the
wind.
�You will show much more than that before the night is through,�
Taylor told her. He patted her rump. His hand felt her pantied behind even
as he offered her, with his other hand, the overarching protection of the
umbrella. She felt like a small pet standing beside him, a little animal.
His left hand explored her bottom as his right held the umbrella high.
They walked to the curb. There was a porsche waiting there. She
had seen it as she got out of the limo with her husband. She had admired
it, a white porsche, never dreaming that it belonged to the very man she
would be given to. He unlocked it for her, as the wind tossed her hair and
drew it behind her in long, wind-whipped streams. The umbrella flipped
inside out. Taylor cursed it. He opened the car for her and urged her
within it. He closed the door on her. She turned and looked through the
window. Rain spattered on the glass. She was warm and snug again.
Outside, Taylor struggled with the umbrella. She laughed. It was funny to
see this man, dressed in black, so dominant and all-encompassing in her
life, struggling with an inside-out umbrella.
When the umbrella was fixed, Taylor got into the car. He got in on
the drivers� side. Rain entered with him as the wind swirled through the
open car door. Tiffany hugged herself. She smelled Taylor�s aftershave as
he got into the small, enclosed space with her. She felt his warmth, the
bulk of his body beside her. Involuntarily she glanced at his crotch. It
was larger, the pants tenting now in his crotch as he placed his hand on
the Porche�s stick shift.
The rain increased in volume as the Porsche left the curb. Taylor
turned on the wipers. They sliced back and forth across the wet
windshield.
Clutching herself, all too aware of the way her ragged-hemmed skirt
rose up to the tops of her thighs, Tabitha asked Taylor,
�What about James?�
�Your husband?� Taylor asked.
�Yes,� Tabitha said. She let go of herself and reached down and drew
on her skirt. It was no use, the fabric was tight. Her skirt could not be
pulled lower.
Taylor pointed to a T.V. It was set in the front console of the car,
just below the dashboard, down by the stick shift. He reached down and
turned it on. It glowed to life.
�A T.V.!� Tabitha exclaimed.
�Yes,� Taylor said. �It is closed-circuit. Look who is being
featured.�
On the screen, sitting on a bench, was a naked man. His hair was
tousled. He was stark naked. His chest heaved. Tabitha gasped.
�James!� she cried.
�Yes,� Taylor nodded. Immediately Tabitha�s gaze fell to her
husband�s loins. There, to her heart-beating surprise, his penis stood
forth in all its naked glory. It was untouched, raw and beautiful as ever.
Suspended beneath his cock, at the base of it, spreading along the wooden
bench on which he sat, squashed between the bulk of his erection and the
wood, was his balls. A man�s voice spoke offscreen.
�How is his penis holding up?�
�Fine. Fine,� A second male voice replied.
�He is taking a break right now,� a third male voice, muffled as if
behind a mask, said.
�He has not lost himself?� the first voice asked.
�No. He nearly burst but he managed to hang on,� the second voice
said. Two hands came into view. They wore rubber gloves. Between the
fingers of one hand was a wire.
�We are going to wrap this around your dick, James, for your next
test,� a male voice said. The camera zoomed in on the wire as it was
wrapped slowly around James� penis. Then it zoomed out. The picture
showed James leaning back now, his hands behind him, leaning his upper
body back but with his thighs spread and his dick arching out, spear-like,
from his loins. He watched as they wrapped the wire around his manhood.
�Electric shock,� a voice intoned. �We�ll see if you can hold on to
your sperm when you�ve got a nice, strong electrical current frying your
dick.� There was laughter. Fear showed in James� eyes, but he did not
flinch as the wire was readied.
Taylor switched off the T.V.
�Wait!� Tabitha cried.
�It is unimportant,� Taylor said.
�But--� Tabitha protested.
Taylor pulled his Porsche alongside a curb. He switched off the
engine. They were parked before a large house. Taylor grabbed the
umbrella. He got out of the car with difficulty. Tabitha saw that the
crotch of his pants was swollen.
They knocked at the front door to the house. Beside the door a
rainspout gushed. Tabitha looked down at the white rain water gurgling
from the end of the spout. It ran into the grass beside the walkway they
were standing upon. A puddle was forming in the grass. It threatened to
overflow onto the walk.
A woman answered the door. She looked to be Tabitha�s age. But
experience showed in her eyes, a kind of smug glow that seemed to lightly
mock Tabitha as she let the young wife into her home. Taylor followed.
The door was shut and the woman took Taylor�s umbrella.
�My, my, my,� the woman said. Her eyes apprised Taylor. They did
not fail to notice the bulge in his crotch. Her gaze turned again to Tabitha.
The smugness was still there, but mingled now with a certain pity. Was it
pity? Tabitha shivered. �Who is the young flower you�ve found this
time?� the woman asked Taylor.
�Miriam, this is Tabitha,� Taylor answered. Miriam gave a slight
curtsey. Tabitha copied her, nervously. Taylor spoke in a clear, strong
voice that might have been ordering an attendant to take care of his car.
�Her husband gave her to me to be caned,� Taylor said.
�Oh my,� Miriam breathed. �Come in and have tea. I did not expect
rain, did you?�
�No,� Taylor answered.
Miriam led them into a parlor. A maid waited there, in a maid�s
uniform. She curtsied, low and neat and in a businesslike manner. Her
eyes glanced at Tabitha�s skirt. The young wife blushed. The maid gave a
small, knowing smile, but said only,
�Tea, madam?�
�Yes,� Miriam answered. She gestured to a couch in the middle of
the parlor. Taylor led Tabitha to it. When they reached it, Tabitha turned
around. She smoothed the back of her skirt. She made to sit. �No, no,�
Miriam said. �Pull your panties down first, dear. Down your thighs to your
knees. And lift your skirt. It is a soft, luxurious couch. The finest silk.
Your bottom will be in quite a state soon, dear, and unable to savor such
things. Savor them now, your bare hams luxuriating against the silk.�
Anxiously, blushing fiercely, Tabitha obeyed. She drew her panties
down her legs, all the way down to her knees, and then she flipped up the
back of her skirt. She sat. She felt the coolness of the silk on her bottom.
It made her purse her lips, briefly, as she felt the silk touch her soft
naked skin. It was so delicious! So sinful! Gently she rubbed her ass on
the silk, unable to help herself, loving the contact.
�Yes,� Miriam said, gazing down at the young wife. �She is able to
enjoy refined pleasures, I see. And what of you, sir?� Miriam asked,
turning to Taylor. �You are rather obviously excited by her. May I induce
you to free yourself?�
�No,� Taylor said.
�Oh, you are a disappointment then,� Miriam said. �Where is the
husband? Perhaps he will be more sporting.�
�Turn on your television. You get closed circuit,� Taylor said.
�Ah!� Miriam cried. Her eyes grew bright. She hurried to a T.V. in
the corner of the parlor. The maid brought in tea. Taylor was served first,
then Tabitha, as Miriam switched on the set.
There, in a bare wooden room, stood James. His arms were above
him. Iron manacles held his hands aloft. His head was flung back. His
teeth gritted. Tabitha screamed. Taylor put a hand to her mouth. He
caught her tea cup as it wobbled in her fingers and nearly fell. Miriam
smiled. She put a hand to her blouse and rubbed her belly.
On the screen, a bit was forced into James� mouth. It was wedged
between his teeth. Then the camera left his face and travelled quickly
down his body. It swept down his chest, down over his flat belly, to his
loins. James� penis poked at the camera. A wire was wrapped around it.
Tabitha saw the wire glow, briefly. James� penis leapt. There was a
scream. It was masculine, yet desperate, frightened. James� balls swung
to and fro. The current passing through the wire subsided. James� dick
remained as hard as ever, but it was swollen, throbbing, as if on the point
of orgasm.
�Again,� a male voice said.
�No. Let him rest a minute. Another so soon would spill him,� a
second replied.
�Where is the wife? Did she not come also?� a third male voice
said. �Let him see us fuck her while he remains desperate and unspent.�
A man laughed. �She is having her bottom polished. By Taylor,� the
man said.
�Oh. Taylor? He will give her something to remember him by,� the
first voice laughed.
�He is too harsh,� a second voice said.
Miriam switched off the set.
�Enough,� Miriam said. �We shall enjoy our tea.� She turned to
Taylor and Tabitha. They were sitting together on the couch, Taylor
holding Tabitha�s tea cup for her. He made her drink from it. Her lips
were tremulous. Her eyes showed extreme fright. Miriam hurried over to
her. She sat down beside her. She accepted a cup of tea from the maid and
stroked Tabitha�s hair.
�A flogging will do your bottom good,� Miriam told Tabitha, after
they had sat in silence for several minutes. �Let me give your bottom a
present, before you leave. It will make it easier for you if Taylor should
want to take you there.�
The �present�, administered after tea and just before Miriam pulled
up Tabitha�s panties, was a well-oiled finger. Miriam smoothed it around
the rim of Tabitha�s nether hole. Then she stuck it inside. Tabitha
shrieked. Miriam laughed. She greased the young wife�s rear passage as
Tabitha stood examining her pretty shoes. She was bent over, submissive,
her ass sticking up high and her head down by her feet. Her legs were
straight, her knees locked. Her arms clutched her ankles as she felt
Miriam, standing tall behind her, work her finger in her bottom hole.
Tabitha�s blonde hair swished around her black, shiny shoes.
�Oh!� Tabitha protested. Her voice escaped from her in gasps. �Oh!
Oh! Oh!�
�Silence girl,� Miriam answered. �My finger is quite slim. It is
nothing compared to what Taylor has between his legs.�
To Tabitha�s surprise, they left the house. They went into the rain
again, Taylor holding the umbrella over her as before, fighting the wind
with it, keeping the droplets of wind-whipped water off her. They got
back into his car. They drove on. They came to a second house. Tabitha
was less anxious now, thinking they would only have tea again. Taylor
grinned to himself. He led her inside.
Tabitha felt curious. Why had they not knocked? Why had they
simply walked into the house, Taylor turning the handle and leading her
in?
�Is- is this your house?� Tabitha asked. Taylor felt her hand try to
pry its way out of his own. He tightened his grip.
�No,� Taylor said. �It is a restaurant. A private restaurant.�
�Oh,� Tabitha answered. A woman appeared. She was taller than
Tabitha. She had long blonde hair, like Tabitha�s, but it hung completely
free. It was not held back at the sides by barrettes. The woman was
dressed in black. She wore a long skirt. It stretched from her waist to
below her ankles, where it whispered upon the floor. Beneath the hem of
her skirt Tabitha saw black polished boots. The woman wore black gloves,
made of leather like her boots, that rose to above her elbows. A scarf was
tied around her neck. Amazingly, though, despite all these precautions to
cover herself, the woman�s breasts and belly were bare. Her tits stuck out
freely, wobbling with every step of her boots. Her belly, slim beneath the
outline of her ribs, showed a dimple-like navel. To Tabitha�s surprise this
tall, imposing woman, dressed in black but with her breasts bouncing
freely, completely ignored her. Instead she went directly to Taylor,
looking only at him.
�Dinner?� the woman asked Taylor.
�Yes, but I don�t wish to pay,� Taylor answered.
The blonde woman tossed back her hair. She laughed. Looking at
Taylor again, her eyes glowing now, she said,
�Ah, but nothing is free, sir. Do you wish to pay with what�s
between your legs?�
Taylor cleared his throat.
�Yes,� Taylor said, after a moment. Tabitha again tried to pull her
hand out of his, but he held onto her tightly.
�Are you full?� the woman asked Taylor. Tabitha noted that the
woman pushed forward her slim, black-skirted hips. She wondered if the
woman was aware of how she was standing.
�Of course,� Taylor said.
The woman put her hands to Taylor�s pants. Her hips remained
pushed forward as she did this, her belly smooth and flat, her skirt tight
about her waist and rustling. She unzipped him. Tabitha gasped as the
black gloved fingers dug into Taylor�s fly and pulled out his dick. Taylor
was hard. His bare cock pulsed in the woman�s hands. Clinically, with
only a trace of admiration showing on her lips, the woman inspected
Taylor. He was big in her hands, like a big summer sausage, and she
handled him about like a butcher might handle a fresh piece of meat.
�Okay,� the woman said at last. She reached again into his pants.
Taylor gave a sigh as her fingers closed round his balls. �Yes,� the woman
said. �My customers will enjoy seeing you. Of course you must leave
empty. That is understood?�
�Yes,� Taylor said.
�But with a full belly of course,� the woman smiled at Taylor. She
forced him back into his pants. Taylor groaned. She zipped him up. Then
she turned. She led Taylor and Tabitha down a hall. They walked between
the halves of a curtain, hanging in a doorway. As they approached the
doorway Tabitha heard a buzzing of voices. Immediately beyond the
curtain she saw the source of the voices: there were two dozen people,
sitting at tables in couples, engaged in dinner conversation.
Beyond the couples who were eating and talking, and waitresses who
were serving them, was a stage. Tabitha saw a nude woman there. She
was lying on a mattress. As Tabitha looked at her, the woman�s head fell
back. Her eyes looked directly at Tabitha. Yet the woman appeared not to
see Tabitha, for her eyes were glazed. What�s more, the woman was
looking at Tabitha upside down, for she was lying flat on her back. The
woman let out a moan. Tabitha saw a man hunched over her. He grunted.
Tabitha realized the man was entering the woman, even as she looked at
her, the man and woman copulating on the mattress in the missionary
position.
�What sort of place--?� Tabitha gasped to Taylor.
�Come,� Taylor said. He pulled on her hand.
�Uhhh! Uhhhh! Ahhhhh!� the woman screamed. Her cries filled the
entire room. But the couples sitting at the tables went on with their
dinner, barely noticing the woman�s shouts.
�He is quite big for her. I imagine it�s rather painful,� the blonde
hostess remarked. She led Taylor and Tabitha to an empty table. It was
near the stage. A waitress appeared. She held a pad in her hand. She was
topless like the blonde hostess. She wore a white maid�s apron and cap,
and black stockings and shoes. Tabitha saw that her bottom was bare.
Taylor did too, and as he seated Tabitha, pulling out a chair for her, he
remarked to the waitress,
�Aren�t you chilly?�
�No, sir,� the waitress answered. She turned. Tabitha gasped.
There, on the waitress� bare behind, were bright red marks.
�Ah,� Taylor said. �May I add mine to those that have already
favored you?�
�Of course, sir,� the waitress said. �But normally one waits until I
make a mistake.� She turned back toward him, facing him. She caught the
cheeks of her bottom with her hands as she did so. Taylor found himself
looking again at her front. Her white apron hung down discreetly in front
of her bush, hiding it from his view.
�Ah, but then I may put you over my knee?� Taylor asked.
�Yes, sir. If you feel it is necessary,� the waitress said. �May I
take your order?� She lifted her pad. A moment before it had been
pressed to her bottom, clutched as it was in her right hand. Tabitha
wondered if it was warm from its contact with the girl�s flesh. The
waitress drew a pencil from behind her right ear. On stage, the woman
being fucked let out a more frenzied series of cries.
Heads turned, looked, as Taylor gave the waitress an order. They
looked at the stage. But they did not seem to notice the woman. Instead,
their gazes seemed to be fixed on the man arched above her.
�He�s cumming,� Tabitha heard a woman at the next table remark.
�Yes,� her male companion agreed. �He has a fine, large cock. I hope
he finds it satisfactorily squeezed.�
Taylor did not tell Tabitha what he had ordered. She looked at him,
hoping to catch his eye. Instead he leaned back, a satisfied look on his
face. He gazed at the waitress� bottom as she walked away. When she
was out of view his eyes turned to the stage. He watched the couple
finish their act. When they were done, the man pulled a long, fat cock out
of the woman�s cunt. The diners in the room applauded. Taylor applauded
too, but Tabitha was too frightened to join the applause. She watched as
the man walked away from the mattress. He left the woman lying there.
He made no attempt to help her up, or even to kiss her. As he left the
stage a new man appeared. He was fresh. His penis stuck out like a baton
from his loins. His balls dangled heavily between his legs as he walked,
swinging with promise. The man, noting the applause of the crowd, turned
and showed them himself. He spread his legs so that they could view him
completely, in all his masculine glory. A spotlight switched on, overhead.
It focused on his penis. Every vein on the man�s dick stood out. His balls
swayed, to and fro, to and fro, the man wiggling his hips to make them
move with greater abandon.
�Do you like him?� Taylor asked Tabitha. Her eyes were staring at
the man. It took an obvious effort of will for the young wife to tear her
gaze away.
�No,� Tabitha said. �He looks cruel.�
�He is paid to fuck,� Taylor said. �He is like a well-bred animal. He
is a young man who has chosen to earn his living displaying his best asset.
He shows it off here every day, and works it for the audience�s pleasure.�
�And the woman?� Tabitha asked. Taylor saw that her white-gloved
hands were shaking.
�I don�t know,� Taylor said. �She could be anyone. This is not a club
for the admiration of women. It is a club for women and men who like to
watch male strippers. The women onstage are just bellies, cattle. They
are of no consequence.�
�No! No!� the woman onstage cried. The man with the fresh hard-on,
the newly arrived man onstage, was turning her over. Tabitha looked at
the woman�s eyes, at her face, at her tousled long hair. �Not there! Not in
my bottom!� the woman begged. Tabitha clutched at her skirt.
�She�s very beautiful,� Tabitha said.
�Models go slumming sometimes,� Taylor said.
Suddenly, from a side entrance, the hostess appeared. She strode
across the stage. There was a burst of applause from the crowd. The
hostess did not acknowledge it, though. Her eyes were fixed on the woman
lying on the mattress. The hostess was dressed as before, her lovely hair
free, her bare breasts wobbling temptingly. But now her black-gloved
hands were not empty. In her left hand she carried a whip. In her right,
looking like a scrap of paper she might have retrieved from the floor, she
carried a pair of white cotton panties.
The man with the hard-on put a knee on the mattress. He hovered
over his victim, the woman lying flat on her belly, the woman with her
bottom sticking toward the man�s cock. With a blase look on his face he
picked up an open jar of vaseline. He picked it up off the mattress. He
dipped his finger into it. Tabitha saw that the man was using a jar that
was already partly empty. She guessed the previous man had been the one
to open it and use it first. Oblivious to this, or perhaps savoring it, the
man took the vaseline from the jar and spread it along his cock.
SWIIIIIP! The hostess slashed her whip across the front of the man�s
thighs. He grimaced. He dropped the vaseline. His one leg was on the
mattress, his other leg off, and the result of this open-legged posture was
that the audience saw his balls swing to and fro, quite easily and
deliciously, as the whip hit him. There was a cheer.
The hostess reached with a gloved-hand for the treasure dangling
between the man�s legs. She caught his balls, beneath the quivering iron
bar of his cock.
�Ooooh, so powerful!� The hostess said admiringly to the man. �You
are able to pump life into a girl, to make her belly swell.� She squeezed
him. The man winced. �Yet how strange, for this enormous power is at
the same time so vulnerable,� the hostess said to the man. She squeezed
him harder.
�Cut them off!� someone yelled in the crowd. There was laughter.
�Now that would make a good show,� someone else said. Tabitha
felt her cheeks grow red and flushed. Her heart was in her throat,
palpitating. She did not wish to look, yet at the same time she could not
stop herself! The hostess let go of the man�s balls. He let out a sigh. She
turned to the woman face-down on the mattress.
�And what of you?� the hostess asked the young woman. �You�ve
only had one. There is still your behind, your mouth, both your hands, and
the tight space between your tits. Relax. You have many cocks yet to
entertain. You will endure them better if you relax and accept.� The
woman lifted her head. She opened her mouth to speak. The hostess
leaned over the woman. The hostess� breasts hung from her chest, naked
as the woman lying beneath her. She lifted the panties in her black-gloved
hand. She stuffed them into the mouth of the woman lying on the
mattress.
Tabitha saw the look of shock on the nude woman�s face. Even as she
felt her breath jammed back down her throat, the panties clogging her
mouth, she felt an intrusion in her behind. The man was mounting her. He
forced his hardness, his big bulbing manhood, into the small crevice of her
behind. She felt her anal ring speared. She screamed. The panties stifled
her scream, forcing her to breathe through her nose as she suffered the
probing entry into her ass.
�Yes, feel the burden of his hardness,� the hostess said to the
woman. �Feel it slide into your resisting behind. Is it your first? It will
not be your last.� She turned to the man. �How is she?� the hostess asked
him, as if they were sampling a filly, giving it its first taste of the
saddle.
�She is tight,� the man grunted. His voice was dispassionate,
without love, without lust even, it seemed to Tabitha. He might as well
have been putting his foot into a new shoe.
�Push,� the hostess replied. She glanced at the lights above the
stage. She motioned toward the rafters, where the lights hung. Tabitha
sensed movement among the lights. Suddenly, on a wide screen T.V. near
the bar, which moments before had been showing a sporting event, the
woman�s ass appeared. In between the pillowy cheeks the man�s penis
lodged. Tabitha watched it as it quivered and thrust, quivered and thrust.
Each shove of the man�s hips pushed his dick more deeply into the woman�s
rear end.
The woman tried to spit out the panties. The hostess leaned over her
and slapped her. Once, hard, across the face. The woman�s eyes, already
wide, flew wider as she felt the sting of the hostess� hand. A red spot
flared on her cheek.
�You will obey,� the hostess informed the woman. �Keep your
panties in your mouth. Taste them. Wet them with your spit. Eat them if
you like, but do not expel them from your mouth. You are being penetrated
now. Shortly you will be pumped full with everything this man has to
offer. You will feel the rush of his essence filling your bowels, splitting
your cheeks, perhaps even squirting from your tits and running out your
nose!� The hostess laughed. She walked behind the man and slashed him
hard with her whip. He groaned. �Piston her,� the hostess told him. �In
and out. In and out. Do not concern yourself with her tightness. Attack it.
Tear it if you must, only enjoy yourself, relax and let your essence fill her
behind.�
Surely the woman would have appreciated any relaxation on the part
of the man, Tabitha reflected. But the man was not yet ready to surrender
his passion. He was enjoying the tightness, the clenching of her ass on his
dick. At the same time the man knew very well that he was being judged
on his ability to hold himself back. The audience wished to see the torture
prolonged, both for himself and the woman. So despite the roiling of his
balls, despite the stifled pleadings of the woman, he continued the attack.
In and out, in and out his penis now moved, sluicing inbetween her tight-
stretched anal ring, filling her rectum and then retreating, only to slide up
it again.
The hostess struck the man a second time. She did it hard, using her
whip on his ass in much the same uncaring way that the man was using the
woman. Tabitha saw the man grunt. His eyes blinked. She watched as the
woman screamed again. The scream managed to escape her mouth, despite
the panties wadded between her lips. The man worked himself harder. He
was like a horse running a race. He sweated under the lights, his manhood
displayed in all its glory on the T.V. How strange it was, Tabitha thought,
that the only covering for the man�s penis, its only chance at modesty,
was by being half-buried in the rump of the woman!
Her heart beating fast, Tabitha�s head whirled again toward the T.V.
She gazed at the man�s penis, throbbing as fast as her heart. It was half-
buried in the woman�s secretmost place where she was accustomed to
relieving her bowels. But now there was no relief. She was plugged, and
the plug was moving, back and forth, threatening with every thrust to
release a torrent of seed into the very place made for expelling things!
Tabitha clapped her hands to her mouth. She felt a scream rise in her
throat. Suddenly, simultaneously, the man�s cock gave a fateful quiver.
Tabitha heard him shout and she guessed he was releasing himself, even as
the scream exploded from her throat.
�Ah, he is cumming,� Taylor murmured. He watched the T.V. with
interest.
�Such a fine cock,� a man sitting at a table near Tabitha murmured.
Even Tabitha, who was alarmed for the woman, could think of nothing but
the flexing, pumping penis. It was so grand! So stiff and hard, like a big
iron bar, shoved ruthlessly into the woman and using her, yes using her
like one might use a urinal or a toilet, using her for the relief of his God-
like prong.
�Ohhhhhhh!� the woman on stage wailed. But everyone ignored her.
They were admiring the fine beast at her rump, the flexing of his muscles,
the heaving of his chest, the tautness of his thighs and calves as he forced
himself deep into her, letting her have all of himself.
�It is finished,� the hostess said at last. She gave the man one final
slap on his ass with the whip. It seemed to Tabitha a slap of praise, like
one might give to a prize horse at the end of a race. With her gloved hand
she rubbed his behind. Tabitha watched and remembered brushing a
horse�s flank when she was 12. The man removed himself from the
woman�s bottom. The hostess smiled at him, at his prong. It was dangling
now, no longer a stiff spire, its girth and its length shrinking even as the
camera zoomed in for a last, loving close-up. The man pushed forward his
hips. He displayed his pride, like a horse erecting its front hooves to show
its taut belly. The hostess laughed. She turned from him and bent low to
look at the woman. She inspected her behind. �You have been well used,�
the hostess said, when she was through touching the woman�s anal ring,
parting the sperm-bubbling cheeks and testing the pillaged flesh. Tabitha
wanted to know if the woman was still intact, but the hostess did not say,
and the camera did not show. It focussed instead on the man.
He turned. He gave a wave to the crowd. He walked off the stage.
His gait was awkward, a battle-fatigued conqueror leaving the field. He
had arrived with a full pouch, a stiff lance, a lily-white ass. Now his
bottom was all splotched and red. His balls hung emptily. His penis
shrank by the second. But he was proud. He swaggered as he walked and
his dick swung to and fro in front of his muscular thighs.
No sooner had the second man disappeared than a third strutted
forth. He was randy and fresh, unlike the woman who now lay moaning
upon the mattress. Gently the hostess removed the woman�s panties from
her mouth. She looked at them, holding them up to the light so that all
could see. They were drenched. The saliva in the woman�s mouth had
soaked her panties. The hostess tossed them out into the crowd. Two men
scrambled for them.
The new lover walked around to the front of the woman. The crowd
got a view of his ass, but the camera found his penis. Tabitha watched the
T.V. as the man�s dick touched the woman�s lips. She looked up at him
with resignation in her eyes. Slowly she opened her mouth. Her lips were
wet. The man thrust himself between the gleaming, lipsticked petals. The
woman shrieked. The indriving penis stifled her. She gagged. Tabitha�s
head whirled back toward the stage and she saw the man�s naked rump
flex. He was spearing her, giving her his prong, giving himself pleasure.
Two more men appeared onstage. One was quite young and he held a
hand to his crotch. The crowed hooted and hollared. Try as he might the
man could not cover his stiffness. His hand was no match for the majesty
of his erect prong. The hostess laughed. When the man came close she
reached out with her gloved hand and grabbed his cock. He yelped. She
pulled him forward. She put his penis into the palm of the woman lying
face down on the mattress.
�Pump him,� the hostess ordered the woman. She was hardly in a
position to obey, she could not even see the cock with a penis in her mouth
and a flat, hairy man�s belly bumping against her eyes. The hostess lifted
her whip. She cracked it across the woman�s behind. She shrieked.
Tabitha saw her hair fly as she tried to lift her head. The man in her
mouth grunted. He forced her to keep her head still, putting his hands on
top of her head. �Pump him!� the hostess shouted. She pulled on the
woman�s wrist. To the delight of the crowd, like a maid lying prone on her
belly in a field by a well, the woman began to pull on the modest young
man. He gave another yelp. Tabitha gave him a slash of her whip and his
hands flew to his ass. Meanwhile, the other man, the one who had arrived
with the shy man, found the woman�s other hand. He introduced himself to
her hand. Somehow she found the strength to squeeze him. Gripping both
men, with a third penis in her mouth, she began to act like a human
milking machine. The men sighed. They groaned. They cried out. At last,
in a spectacle that was close to miraculous in its timing, they all came
together. Sperm splashed the woman�s body. It spilled from her mouth.
The crowd roared its approval. It applauded. The men finished their work.
They turned and displayed themselves from the stage, showing their
penises. Then they turned to leave the stage but, just as they did, it was
seen that the shy young man, despite cumming, was still hard! The crowd
laughed. There were whistles of gay approval. The hostess walked up to
the man and gently caressed his prong.
�Sir, you have more?� the hostess asked.
�I guess-- I guess so,� the young man answered. He passed his hand
in front of himself, trying to hide his dick.
�No, no,� the hostess said. With her whip, using the handle, she
batted away his hand from his crotch. She turned to the crowd. �Who will
exercise this young steed?� she asked. Hands went up. Both female and,
to Tabitha�s surprise, male. The hostess pointed with the handle of her
whip. She selected a young woman. There was a cheer at the woman�s
table but the woman, surprised, withdrew her hand quickly. There was
laughter.
�I did not think--� Tabitha heard the woman say. But a man sitting
beside her stood up, and urged her from her chair. He took her hand. He
squeezed it. Helplessly she looked around. But her table-mates offered no
assistance. In fact, quite the opposite: they called out words of
encouragement to her, telling her to go to the stage.
The man and woman left the table together. Her feet stumbled. He
caught her and hustled her along. He took her through a side door.
�She must be undressed first,� Taylor explained to Tabitha. �In a
locker room, just off the stage. We will see her in a few minutes.�
The two men who had spent themselves left the stage, but the third
remained behind. The hostess toyed with his erection. She played with it
like a dog might with a bone, whacking it lightly, pulling on it, flicking it
with her gloved fingers. But she was careful in handling it. She did not
want to provoke it into spending too soon.
�This is awful,� Tabitha said to Taylor. Her head felt light. She
thought she might collapse on the table, like the woman belly-down on the
mattress on the stage. Her bottom hole felt oily. There was vaseline
there. She did not like it. She did not like what it portended. Her crotch
was wet. Her pussy lips tingled. But she did not want to have them
splayed onstage, penetrated, Taylor�s penis broadcast as it rent her.
Taylor smiled. He was a cat playing with a mouse. He did not know
if he loved dangling the mouse better, by the tail of its apprehension, or
eating it. Tabitha looked away.
�It is why they serve alcohol here,� Taylor told her. �I suggest you
drink your fill.�
�No, I-- when it happens I do not wish to be drunk,� Tabitha said.
Her voice faltered as she spoke. She could not believe her words. Had she
said that? She was losing track of her inner self and her outer self. Her
mind was exposing herself without her lips able to silence her thoughts.
�Then I reject you,� Taylor said. Tabitha�s eyes popped wide. She
looked as if a spectre had suddenly stolen her soul.
�Re- Re--� Tabitha could not get the word out. The sullied,
unsightly word, the word known by those who are not wanted.
�Yes I reject you,� Taylor said. Abruptly he rose from the table.
�But wait!� Tabitha wailed. At the same moment a wail came from
the stage, a woman�s wail. There was a scuffling of feet. A man�s voice
barked a sharp command.
�Come,� Taylor said. The waitress appeared but he ignored her. He
grabbed Tabitha�s arm. She shouted at his touch. His grip was hard, hard
as the lump in the front of his trousers.
They drove in the rain. It came down hard. The windshield wipers
could not keep up. Tabitha sat dripping. They had walked through the rain
to get to their car.
�I�m sorry,� Tabitha said at last.
�You need to be trained,� Taylor told her. He looked at her. She
bowed her head. She looked at her hands, her white-gloved hands. The
pearls on the gloves he had given her sparkled.
�I know,� Tabitha said. She gulped as soon as she�d said it. Again
she was surprised at her words. Had she said that? Really? Such simple
words, just two, but they were fateful.
Taylor cleared his throat. His hands gripped the wheel. �I know of
one other place,� Taylor said. �It is called �The Clinic�. It is owned by a
husband and wife. I barely know them but perhaps they would be willing
to give you what you need. I think they are having a party tonight. But
perhaps they are not home.� He looked at Tabitha. She shuddered in the
darkness, looking at her pearls. They sparkled whenever their car passed
under a street light. �For their parties they invite several guests,� Taylor
continued. �Then the guests watch as a series of women are brought out.
Young wives, mostly, some girls too. Females who need training.
Boyfriends, husbands bring them. Each girl is referred to as �Miss Bottom.�
Nothing more. Nothing less. Each is whipped in turn by the man of the
house, with his wife, and the guests, watching. The man is quite
handsome and I must warn you that, like the men at the restaurant, he
attracts as much attention as the naked young women; perhaps more. They
are beautiful objects, but he is the master. I would not mind watching
him in action.�
�And me?� Tabitha asked.
�You would have to be a bottom,� Taylor said. �First-timers cannot
be guests. I have avoided the place because they are known to be harsh.
But the woman is very beautiful. Perhaps you would like her.�
�I�m-- I�m not--� Tabitha gasped.
�Oh, if we go, you will be,� Taylor said, reading her thoughts. �You
will learn to nurse from a woman�s breasts and to eat from her slit. You
will feed from her husband�s penis. You will do it gladly, because the lash
will make you.�
�I will not,� Tabitha said.
�The lash is persuasive,� Taylor answered.
They drove on. Taylor drove aimlessly. She had come to him to be
whipped and he had failed her, he thought. But he was not ready. He was
not the expert, the all-powerful master, she had thought him to be. He
dressed well, spoke imposingly, but he had literally been drafted. Several
gay men interested in her husband had induced him to deal with the wife.
When he saw her, his stomach churned. She was so beautiful! So pure! He
expected the wife of a husband interested in gay sex to look bad. You
know, a woman married simply to provide cover for her husband�s
proclivities. But she was perfect! He could not bring himself to whip her.
He wanted to, but the thought alone was too exciting. So he gave her
clothes.
Her husband had passed along her measurements before their visit.
He had bought the clothes for her, with money sent by her husband. But
although the measurements he�d been given were enticing, he�d assumed
she was not attractive, or ordinary at best, for a woman might have a
provocative body and still have a plain face. But her face was awesome, a
beautiful mixture of purity and mischief. It was the face of an angel
curious about Hell.
He looked at her. The clothes fit. Nicely. Too nicely. She was
breathtaking in them. They had been purchased for her to wear home.
Neither he nor her husband knew what might happen to the clothes she
arrived in. The might simply be taken off, as proved the case. Or they
might be ripped off. He had expected to rip them off but then the gay men
had decided to have her, and her husband, undress in a small room they�d
built for the purpose. They watched the couple undress, through a camera.
It satisfied some perverse need they had. The couple thought they were
enjoying their last moments of privacy, as they undressed, but in fact they
had been broadcast to everyone on the �circuit� who wished to see: the gay
men, as well as Miriam.
Tabitha reached for the T.V. in the car. Taylor�s hand darted out. He
caught her wrist. He felt the pearls wrapped around her slender wrist and
he held them tightly.
�I- I want to see my husband,� Tabitha said. Taylor let go of her
wrist. Before she could do anything, he reached for the cable under the
T.V. It was the slim cable that fed the signal from the house into the T.V.
Taylor yanked on it. Hard. It popped out of the T.V and hung useless
beneath it.
�I am your husband now. For tonight,� Taylor told her. She tried
turning on the T.V. anyway, reaching for the knob, but the screen did not
illuminate. She drew her hand away, quickly, like a living thing repulsed
by touching something dead. She bowed her head. Taylor looked at her. He
wondered how much volition she had had in coming to him. In coming to
the house and undressing, stripping naked for him. Stripping naked for
whomever she might meet, for she had no idea who it would be. He
guessed her husband had caused her to do it. Her love for him had allowed
her to do this. She seemed so shy, so fetchingly frightened. Yet he sensed
that, deep down, she wanted this. A real man. Not her husband who was
proving to be gay, but a man who would want her for herself, who would
lust after her as only a heterosexual man could.
And yet he wanted her for her bottom! He had no doubt that her
pussy was snug and tight. He would enjoy it. But it was conventional. It
was the forbidden nature of her ass that intrigued him most. Not just
with her, but with all females. Did she share his curiosity about testing
the forbidden? He did not know. He still did not know, even now, even
after they�d spent these hours together, these hesitant, uncertain hours,
driving from place to place, running to the brink together and then
stepping back.
�They are harsh?� she asked abruptly, in the darkness. For a moment
he thought she was speaking about the gay men, the men who were
�entertaining� her husband. Then he realized she might mean the husband
and wife. The couple he had suggested they visit.
�Yes,� he said, clearing his throat as he spoke. She must have
sensed his inner shyness then for she looked at him, intently, her large
eyes gleaming at him in the car.
�You said the woman is harsh too,� she said. �Towards men. You
would suffer on my behalf?�
He gulped. He looked at her. His hands froze on the wheel. �Yes,� he
answered. He felt himself grow very tight in his groin.
Suddenly, she was on him. It startled him, the ferocity she showed.
One minute she was seated meekly beside him and the next she was down
at his crotch, unzipping him and digging into his designer undershorts. He
had no idea what she would do. It was frightening, harrowing. He felt her
sharp-nailed, probing fingers touch his cock. She pulled him out. He felt
the cool air in the car upon his penis. And then her wet mouth stretched
itself and closed over the head of his thing.
�Uhn,� Taylor gasped. The car swerved. She ignored it,
concentrating all of herself on his dick. She sucked him, hard. He watched
the rain splatter down on the windshield as he felt her wet mouth
encompass him.
Tabitha sucked voraciously. She felt the pumping of his meat, in
time with his heart, as she pushed him down her throat. She choked on his
hardness and felt abruptly, deliriously happy. It was so wanton, so
deliciously sinful, to suck another man! She had no permission to do this,
either from the man or her husband, and she loved the sluttish quality of
it, like a common whore paid to service a man in the comfort of his car.
And as she sucked, enjoying the raw, lusty transgressive nature of her act,
she realized she would have to be punished for it. Yes! She would deserve
to be punished after this, especially if she made him spill in his car, his
sperm staining his pants and the seat of his automobile. She sucked him
harder. He groaned.
Taylor looked down at the blonde head in his lap. Her barrettes
gleamed at him as the car passed a street light. She was like a little
animal, a starved little animal, sucking at him with an energy that he
found sorely trying.
�Take your mouth off me,� he gasped. His enjoyment was rapidly
turning to torture. She would loose him. His balls would unload
themselves embarrassingly in his lap. He would have little to offer the
woman he intended to take her to. The husband and wife would find him
empty, with perhaps just enough for one more go, but without the big,
healthy, tantalizing load he now carried. �Enough!� he groaned. But she
was unyielding. She worked his virile stiffness with an eagerness that
made up in lustiness for what it lacked in experience. He gripped the
wheel tightly. He tried to drive but it was hard. The car swerved. With
difficulty he managed to avoid putting them both headfirst into a lamp
post. �You must be punished,� he said, looking down at her again.
�Punished, do you hear? Your naked bottom displayed, the cheeks taunted
and slashed. Disciplined. And your little hole, your little hole where you
are accustomed to relieving yourself, to expelling your shit, it must be
invested. Filled. Not easily but brutally, ruthlessly. The man using you
like the randy little piece of trash you are, using you for his pleasure. His
alone.�
�No!� she gargled in response, his penis deep in her throat, stifling
her ability to breathe and to speak.
�Yes,� he said. He reached down and gripped her hair. He pulled on
it. He did not want to yank her by her hair, he prized her too much for
that, but the car hit a bump and suddenly his hand flew up, bringing her
head with it. He felt his penis freed from her throat. He looked at her,
wet-lipped, panting. She stared at him and he stared back. His penis
quivered nakedly beneath them both. �We will go to the house,� he told
her. �To the couple.� She licked her lips. He felt his balls quiver and he
clenched down hard with the muscles of his stomach, his groin, his thighs.
With an inhuman effort of will he prevented himself in that moment from
spurting up, up like a geyser, all over her pretty, inquisitive face.
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