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Andrew Roller Presents
NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS
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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.
ÒHello James,Ó the woman smiled.
ÒGwen,Ó 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 homeÕs 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. ÒPlease make yourself
comfortable,Ó James said to Gwen. She smiled.
ÒOf course,Ó 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 sheÕd 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
GwenÕs 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.
ÒIs she ready?Ó Gwen asked.
ÒYes,Ó 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 sheÕd 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 TabithaÕs mirror, the one she had just stepped
away from. Tabitha saw the face and then another, in addition to her own,
staring at herself. TabithaÕs head whirled. She saw smiles. But in JamesÕ
hand there was a black paddle.
ÒHello, Tabitha,Ó Gwen said.
ÒHello!Ó Tabitha answered.
ÒAre you ready for bed?Ó Gwen asked.
ÒYes.Ó Tabitha said.
GwenÕs hand slipped in front of JamesÕ 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. GwenÕs 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 TabithaÕs 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.
ÒOh please!Ó Tabitha gasped. Gwen closed upon her. Lightly she took
TabithaÕs wrist. The woman sat down on the bed. She drew Tabitha down
with her. Together they sat, like girls chatting about boys. Both womenÕs
eyes flitted to James. Then Gwen spoke.
ÒTabitha, dear,Ó Gwen said, focusing again on the blonde wife beside
her. ÒIt is time for your bedroom punishment.Ó
ÒP- Punishment?Ó Tabitha gulped. The ribbon tied on her neck
shivered. Her bosoms, lightly veiled by her nightie, trembled.
ÒYes,Ó Gwen said. ÒDo 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.Ó
Tabitha swallowed again. Her fingers were in her lap and she laced
and unlaced them. She looked at her nails. SheÕd spent two hours this
afternoon having them done. ÒNo,Ó Tabitha answered. ÒA bed is for
sleeping.Ó
ÒOh, but that is where you are wrong, dear,Ó Gwen said. ÒYou are a
grown woman now. Your husband desires to be entertained. And I have
heard how youÕve been late fixing his dinner. Have you been spending too
much time having your nails done?Ó Gwen looked at TabithaÕs nails. They
sparkled, like little pale jewels. ÒThey are quite pretty,Ó Tabitha
complimented the woman. ÒBut if they make you neglect the needs of your
husband...Ó Gwen looked at TabithaÕs face. It was perfectly made-up, just
like her nails. Gwen lifted a hand. She tugged at the ribbon around
TabithaÕs neck. The young wife tried to look away. Gwen drew her closer.
ÒShow me your lips,Ó Gwen said to Tabitha. ÒI will help you to be a more
obedient wife.Ó
Gwen took hold of TabithaÕs face. She pinched her on her right cheek.
She turned TabithaÕs 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, JamesÕ 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 TabithaÕs breasts. They were big, in contrast to TabithaÕs
small body. Gwen enjoyed the size of TabithaÕs 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 TabithaÕs breasts. She
squeezed them, hard. She even pinched the nipples.
ÒOh!Ó Tabitha blurted. But despite the pain of GwenÕs touch she did
not take her lips away from the womanÕs mouth. Instead Tabitha opened
her own mouth. She let Gwen insert her tongue.
In a little while, as Gwen continued to probe in TabithaÕs mouth with
her tongue, GwenÕs right hand left TabithaÕs breasts. It ran down her flat
belly. It slipped into the front of her panties. Gwen touched TabithaÕs
slit. The young wife sighed.
ÒDo you have something for mommie?Ó Gwen asked the young woman.
She tickled Tabitha between her lips, down where her legs joined. Tabitha
moaned. ÒYes I think I feel something,Ó Gwen announced. Her finger
became wet. She rubbed more intrusively. TabithaÕs slit exuded a delicate
moisture. The young wife gasped. It was a guttural gasp. ÒI am going to
take you right to the brink,Ó Gwen told the young woman, as she felt her
wet her finger. ÒBut I am not going to take you over the edge. Not until
youÕve had your spanking.Ó
James shuddered. He was at the point of no return. He lifted his
hand from himself, still dressed in the suit and tie that heÕd 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 wouldnÕt lose his seed on the
rug, Gwen, massaging Tabitha, turned to face him. With clinical eyes she
watched as JamesÕ erection bristled on the brink of spending. Tabitha
looked too, even as she gasped from the fingers diddling in her slit.
ÒAh,Ó James said finally, realizing that heÕd managed to hold himself
back.
ÒThat was close,Ó Gwen said to the man.
ÒYes,Ó James agreed.
ÒWould you like some help in retaining yourself?Ó Gwen asked the
young man.
JamesÕ face flushed. After staring at the woman a moment he said,
ÒY- Yeah. Sure. What do you have in mind?Ó
Gwen forced a new moan from Tabitha, still working the young
wifeÕs slit. ÒDo you have a rope?Ó Gwen asked James.
ÒA rope?Ó James asked. ÒI might have some downstairs. What for?Ó
A strand of GwenÕs hair had fallen from her bun again, dangling
across her face. She brushed it back, then tucked it up into her bun.
ÒFor your penis,Ó 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 wifeÕs naked tits
with a paintbrush. In her hand she held a small bowl. Lying on the bed was
GwenÕs handbag.
ÒAh, you went and got it,Ó James said.
ÒMy bag? Yes dear. I got everything we will need and put them all
back in my bag.Ó
ÒVery good,Ó James said. He fiddled with the rope in his hands.
ÒWhat should I do with this?Ó James asked.
ÒAs soon as I finish painting your wifeÕs nipples, IÕll show you,Ó
Gwen told James. The young man watched as his wife shivered at the
touch of the brush.
ÒWhatÕs that for?Ó James asked Gwen.
ÒThis?Ó Gwen answered. She held up the paintbrush. ÒIÕm putting an
aphrodisiac on your wifeÕs nipples,Ó Gwen said. ÒIt will heighten her
sensations when sheÕs spanked.Ó
James trembled. A vision of his wifeÕs 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.
ÒPlease take everything off,Ó Gwen said to James. ÒPrepare yourself
as if for bed.Ó
ÒBut-- but you said I would not be included,Ó James answered.
Gwen smiled at the young man. ÒIt is true that I find men rather
crude and uninteresting,Ó Gwen said. ÒThey 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 IÕm going to give
you something to wear. So donÕt worry, you wonÕt be completely naked.Ó
ÒW- What will I wear?Ó James asked, unbuttoning his pants, still
holding the rope in his hands. It was a fibrous rope, rather itchy to hold.
ÒWhy, that rope darling. Around your penis and balls,Ó Gwen said.
ÒIt will keep you from spurting all over your rug.Ó
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 couldnÕt ejaculate.
ÒIts not foolproof, but it should help,Ó Gwen commented. She
touched JamesÕ pee hole. ÒDo you yearn to pump yourself through this hole
at the end of your dick?Ó Gwen said. ÒWell, hopefully you wonÕt, at least
not until weÕre ready for you.Ó
ÒYou mean--?Ó James asked.
Gwen smiled. ÒAnythingÕs possible for a good boy,Ó 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 womanÕs panties. James heard Gwen
sigh.
ÒAh, such a perfect bottom,Ó Gwen said. ÒIt has never been spanked
before?Ó
ÒNo,Ó James said. He watched his wife shake her head no. ÒShe
would not let me,Ó James said.
ÒYour daddy did not spank you?Ó Gwen asked Tabitha.
ÒNo. It would have been child abuse,Ó Tabitha said.
Gwen patted TabithaÕs rear. It was soft, like a sweet little tender-
fleshed peach. Smooth-skinned and white, with twin dimples high on the
cheeks.
ÒYou have tanned yourself perfectly, browning your back and thighs
but leaving your bottom clear,Ó Gwen said to Tabitha.
ÒThank you,Ó Tabitha shivered.
Gwen reached for her handbag, on the bed. She opened it.
ÒI have another treat for you,Ó Gwen said. She looked at Tabitha.
ÒHow do your nipples feel?Ó 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.
ÒThey feel perky,Ó 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.
ÒWhatÕs this for?Ó Tabitha asked.
ÒItÕs for your bottom, after youÕve been spanked,Ó Gwen said.
ÒOh but I never--!Ó Tabitha gasped.
ÒThen youÕd better lick it, to make it go up you more easily,Ó Gwen
told the young wife.
ÒOh my God!Ó 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.
ÒJames, do you remember what I said about being a good boy?Ó Gwen
said to James.
ÒYes,Ó James said.
ÒI want you to go downstairs and answer the door,Ó Gwen said.
James looked at the woman with startled eyes. ÒWhat?Ó he gasped.
ÒBut IÕm--Ó
ÒYes, I know, James. YouÕre 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. DonÕt be embarrassed. You should be
proud of that big thing youÕve got there.Ó Gwen pointed. James looked at
his dick. It was red, and pulsing. It looked like a dirigible about to burst.
ÒBut IÕm-- IÕm--Ó James stammered.
ÒGo, James,Ó Gwen said. ÒEveryone 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.Ó
ÒBut youÕre about to--Ó James said. He looked at his wife kneeling
by the bed, waiting with her panties down and her nightie tucked up.
ÒWeÕll wait,Ó Gwen said. She put a hand to the back of TabithaÕs
head. Still looking at James, she forced TabithaÕs face down to the level
of the bed. JamesÕ wife did not resist, except for a surprised gasp as her
mouth touched the dildo lying there. ÒShe needs time to get it wet
anyway,Ó 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.
ÒOh, are you having a party?Ó the woman at the door asked James.
ÒI-- uh-- we--Ó was all James could stammer, until finally he
managed to say, ÒItÕs private.Ó There was another sound of leather, and
another sharp cry.
ÒAs private as that is, I suppose,Ó the woman said to James. She
pointed to his bare dick. Then she stepped forward, letting herself into
JamesÕ 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. ÒItÕs just myself and my wife. And a visitor,Ó James protested.
The woman smiled. She took off her coat. Despite JamesÕ nudity,
she handed her coat to him. ÒHang this up, dear,Ó the woman said to
James.
ÒMay we use your guest bedroom?Ó 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.
ÒOh my God!Ó 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,
ÒYes, 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 sheÕs
even now making wet for herself.Ó
James put his hand to his cock. Briskly he stroked himself. He was
excited-- in the weeks since theyÕd 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.
ÒDo not lose yourself, James,Ó 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 heÕd let into the house.
ÒNaughty boy. Are you going to inseminate your rug?Ó the woman
asked James.
The woman came around to JamesÕ 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 JamesÕ 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 JamesÕ cock. She
tickled the base of his balls, beneath the binding rope, which dangled
freely. JamesÕ cock lurched. He rose on his toes.
ÒTickle, tickle,Ó the woman smiled to James.
ÒDonÕt! I donÕt even know your name,Ó James blurted. Beyond his
gaze Gwen put down the black paddle. She put it down on the rug beside
his wifeÕs knees. Then she reached up to the bed and took the dildo away
from TabithaÕs face. The young wifeÕs 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.
ÒNow, dear. Stop licking it. ThatÕs enough. ItÕs quite wet,Ó 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. ÒMy, youÕre tight!Ó Gwen remarked. ÒSuch a
fine bottom, and yet so stingy! Lean forward more, dear. Stick out your
rump. I must open your bottom for pleasure now.Ó
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 girlÕs back, and
then over her blushing cheeks.
ÒShe is frightened, but willing,Ó Gwen said. ÒI can think of no better
prospect for the pleasures of Eros.Ó
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 womanÕs wet mouth sucking upon him
assailed JamesÕ 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 TabithaÕs 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. TabithaÕs head, formerly lying sedately on the bed, flew up. James
saw his wifeÕs 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 wifeÕs 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 JamesÕ wife. The man
watched, smiling, as TabithaÕs ass was pierced by the dildo. He especially
seemed to enjoy TabithaÕs 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 couldnÕt bear to see a man he didnÕt
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 JamesÕ organ. She
liberated the base of JamesÕ cock. Then she undid his balls. Suddenly
free, but still ensconced in the womanÕs 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.
ÒOooooooh!Ó JamesÕ wife called out. The dildo was half up her now.
No longer decorous, not even listening to GwenÕs 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!
ÒMore! More! You can take all of it,Ó Gwen whispered to the young
blonde. She forced the object deeper.
James finished expelling his sperm. He pumped all of it into the
womanÕs 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.
ÒNo. It must stop,Ó 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. ÒStop! Take me out of your mouth!Ó James
commanded this woman he didnÕt 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. ÒIf
you have more, she wants it,Ó the man said to James. His voice was
casual.
James wished to pull himself from the womanÕs 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 womanÕs mouth.
ÒIt is better the second time, when you are no longer possessed of
the need to withhold yourself,Ó Gwen remarked. She was looking over her
shoulder at James, enjoying the sight of him being sucked even as she
fucked his wifeÕs bottom. ÒRelax,Ó Gwen advised James. ÒLet her service
you. Cum freely when you feel the need. DonÕt 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?Ó Gwen asked. In overspilling the woman the
first time, James had lost some of himself to the rug.
ÒN- No,Ó James stammered.
ÒThatÕs it. Let her suck you,Ó 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 JamesÕ 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.
ÒNo! No! Stopppppp!Ó 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 girlÕs 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 womanÕs 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 womanÕs 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.
ÒI feel like IÕm visiting Yellowstone Park,Ó the man said.
Gwen patted TabithaÕs 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.
ÒOh, thank you!Ó 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.
ÒYEEEEEEEEEK!Ó Tabitha shrieked.
ÒWhat? Did you think I was going to pull it all the way out?Ó Gwen
asked the young wife. ÒNo, no, dear. That was merely the entry. Now you
are to be properly fucked. In and out, in and out.Ó
ÒOh my God!Ó 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.
ÒYou can give more,Ó the man standing beside James said.
ÒNo I canÕt!Ó James protested. He was feeling quite empty now,
between his legs, where lately he had felt so swollen.
ÒAnd you can take more,Ó 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 momentÕs respite, Gwen then thrust the object
deeper again.
ÒNo! No!Ó 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.
ÒMmmmm. He liked that, whatever it was,Ó 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 TabithaÕs belly. She
insinuated her long-nailed fingers between the girlÕs 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
TabithaÕs 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.
ÒYes, darling. I am going to bring you bliss now,Ó Gwen whispered to
Tabitha. ÒI will not deny you any more.Ó 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 GwenÕs whispering fingers,
ÒWould you like to cum as your wife does?Ó 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.
ÒThree times in about as many minutes,Ó the man who had yet to cum
said to James. ÒNice work.Ó
ÒIf I can manage it,Ó James, who was feeling quite empty now, but
was nonetheless hard, replied. The man reached between JamesÕ legs.
ÒHey!Ó James cried. He tried to close his thighs but it was too late,
he was clasped like a horse about to be gelded.
ÒForgive my frankness,Ó the man standing beside James said. He felt
JamesÕ balls. He weighed them in his hand. ÒI think you can do it,Ó the
man told James.
ÒOf course he can. HeÕs hard!Ó 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 womanÕs breath flowing over his member,
began working himself back and forth in her. She smiled. She enjoyed the
challenge of a member like JamesÕ. 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 womanÕs mouth, he could
hear his wife reaching her climax. Every tender exploration of GwenÕs
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. TabithaÕs throaty gasps, the
nameless womanÕs sucking, GwenÕs increasingly wet fingers doing their
work. Suddenly Gwen shouted ÒNow!Ó 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 wifeÕs 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 TabithaÕs lust had fallen upon
GwenÕs fingers, she withdrew the dildo. She took it all the way out of the
young wifeÕs bottom. James watched it come out. It looked like a big
solid turd, covered as it was by the natural oils exuded by his wifeÕs
nether hole, not to mention the saliva sheÕd 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.
ÒQuick! While she is still receptive! Let her have her first taste of
real cock,Ó Gwen said to the man beside James. He strode forward.
Enviously James watched the manÕs 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.
ÒNo!Ó James cried out. At the same time his wife, somehow finding
her senses, looked over her shoulder.
ÒNo!Ó Tabitha shouted. She watched as the stranger knelt behind her.
Gwen, ignoring Tabitha, but smiling at the man, spread the young wifeÕs
cheeks.
ÒYes,Ó Gwen said, palming TabithaÕs bottomcheeks open. ÒNow 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.Ó
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 TabithaÕs 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 TabithaÕs ass in
his hands, as GwenÕs hands rose and stroked her back.
ÒYes,Ó the man said to Tabitha. ÒI will put it in right here. Right
where you feel me now. DonÕt worry. I wonÕt be any rougher on you than
Gwen was with the dildo.Ó
ÒOh no!Ó Tabitha shrieked. The man laughed.
ÒWas she over-enthusiastic?Ó the man asked Tabitha. ÒI 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. ItÕs 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,Ó 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 manÕs 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.
ÒOooh. You have plenty!Ó Gwen said to the man.
ÒYes. Of course.Ó 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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