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Story title : The Climbing Hut - Part 3
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The Climbing Hut : Part 3 (Mdom/MF, MM, nc, hum, spank)
by Tafod Arian (aled7@yahoo.com)
The resolution of the story begun in Part's I and II :
The author renews his acquaintance with Jonathan and
carries out his plan to bring his young wife Jane under
his influence
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Late in the afternoon sunshine I sat outside the chalet
that I maintained in the woods outside Grindelwald and
looked up at the great north face of the Eiger looming
above with on the left the shattered treacherous peak
of the Schreckhorn as I drank my whisky and considered
the events of the last day or so (narrated in 'The
Climbing Hut, Part 2').
True, I had not yet been successful in my attempt on
the Schreckhorn but that could wait. I had been amply
rewarded by my entertainment with Joanne and Penny and
I was already planning to look them up in a few months
next time I was in England. I still had unfinished
business with Jonathan and Jane (see 'The Climbing Hut,
Part I) but after my efforts of the last couple of days
and interference by the weather delaying my return from
the mountain, I only had one evening left. That should
be sufficient. I already knew from previous observation
that, as honeymooners, they tended to stay at home in
the evenings so I could count on finding them there -
if not, they would find me there when they eventually
returned home!!!
I finished my drink, entered my chalet and showered,
preparing for the evening and night ahead. As usual, I
dressed in loose slacks with no underwear, a black silk
polo-necked sweater and suitable socks for my boots for
the short walk through the woods to their chalet. It
was now after seven pm - time to go. I took a last look
in the mirror, and, satisfied with my preparations,
locked my chalet and set off through the woods.
Before approaching the honeymooner's chalet I stood in
the shadow of the trees and watched. Sure enough, a
light was on and, as they did not expect to be
overlooked, the curtains had not been closed. I stood
silently in the shadows and waited. After a few
moments I saw Jonathan pass in front of the window and
I smiled to myself. I had happy memories of playing
with his sexy plump body on the mountain. He was
dressed in a fairly tight tee-shirt and the little
mounds of flesh and his chest that I remembered so well
were sweetly outlined. I smiled to myself
reminiscently. I continued to watch as he moved away
from the window and I caught my first sight of Jane. I
recognized her from the photograph that I had forced
Jonathan to show me in the climbing hut. She was a
trim, rather pretty brunette, in her very early
twenties. She had medium length hair, just on her neck.
Jonathan had, under pressure, described her figure to
me but as she was wearing a thick loose sweater the
details were not apparent from where I was standing.
She was wearing tight ski-pants however, which outlined
a full and promising young bottom. It was time to move
so I quietly moved to the front door of the chalet and
gently tried the door-knob. It was unlocked. Without
hesitating I opened it, went quietly in to the small
outer hall where I slipped off my boots and then opened
the door and entered the main living room. The
occupants turned and looked at me and just froze!
Jane had sat down by the fire while I was crossing from
the woods to the chalet and Jonathan was standing in
the middle of the room by the table. He went as pale as
a ghost when he saw me and began to visibly shake. Jane
looked frightened and a little confused, looking from
her young husband to me and back again. I smiled at the
young couple.
"Good evening, Jonathan," I said quietly, "aren't you
going to introduce me to your lovely wife?" He looked
at me in horror and fear and I realized that he had
probably never known my name.
"I am Mr. Evans, Jane" I said, "and I met your husband
on the mountain last week, didn't he tell you?"
She shook her head and looked at her husband who, if
anything went even paler. I looked at Jonathan and
smiled at the frightened young man.
"That wasn't very nice, Jonathan," I said, "I think
that Jane would be very interested in the night we
spent together in the climbing hut, don't you?"
"Please don't," he whispered wretchedly, " I beg you."
Jane looked at her frightened husband in surprise as
his words began to sink in. She was beginning to
realize that something was not right and began to get
up from her chair.
"Stay where you are, Jane," I snapped brusquely, "and
don't you move either Jonathan."
Jane showed much more spirit than her husband ever had
and got up from the chair, picking up a large
ornamental poker from the fireplace as she did so. She
stood by the chair threateningly holding her weapon,
which clearly made her feel more confident.
"I don't know who you are, you bastard," she said
quickly and nervously, "but you can just get out of our
chalet." I noted the nervous catch in her voice and
knew that she was acting out of character. She had
never threatened anyone and I doubted very much if she
would be able to hit me with the poker. Still, she
showed some spirit.
"Time to put a stop to this," I thought. I moved over
to Jonathan who was standing rigid watching me as a
mongoose watches a snake. As I looked at Jane in the
eyes I cupped her husband's balls in my hand. They both
gasped, Jane with shock and Jonathan with fear,
embarrassment and a little pain as I gently squeezed. I
could feel Jonathan's rasping breath on my cheek as I
felt him and, not altogether to my surprise I felt his
prick beginning to stir. I smiled at him.
"Just like old times Jonathan," I said. He looked at
his wife and blushed a deep red. I looked at Jane. "Put
the poker down, Jane," I said quietly. She looked at me
defiantly and did not move. I squeezed just a little
tighter and he gasped with pain. "If you don't put the
poker down I am going to hurt your husband," I said
conversationally. Jane looked at us a moment longer,
looked into her husband's terrified eyes and with a
gesture of disgust threw the poker into the fireplace.
"Now sit down and be quiet," I ordered, and the young
wife did as I asked and looked with confusion in her
eyes at her husband, patently unable to protect her,
with his balls in another man's hand. I drew out a
chair from the table and sat down, pulling Jonathan on
to my knee. If anything, he looked even more
embarrassed. He could not look his wife in the eyes. I
put my hand between his legs and began to fondle his
prick and balls again as I looked into his wife's eyes
and smiled at her. I slipped a hand round, under his
armpit on to his tit and began to feel the soft mound I
remembered with such pleasure. I enjoyed the feeling of
his plump arse cheeks on my hard thighs as I looked at
his horrified wife. As I felt her husband I thought
that it was time to bring Jane into the picture.
"I wonder why Jonathan didn't tell you that he met me
at the climbing hut," I said with a smile. At first she
seemed unable to talk, overcome by the feelings of
watching her young husband of only a few days sitting
on an other man's lap and being felt up before her
eyes, without his protesting. I could smell Jonathan's
sweat.
"Please don't," he whispered wretchedly. I tilted his
face towards me and kissed him on the lips, gently
brushing his lips with my tongue. I heard the shocked
gasp from Jane as she watched. I took my lips from her
husband's soft mouth and looked at her.
"It is time you realize how things are Jane," I said,
"on the mountain I made use of your husband. I made him
my bitch. I needed a woman and as there was only your
husband handy, I used him and he enjoyed it, whatever
he may say. However, I promised him that I would get to
know you as well and that is why I am here. Your
husband knows what I like and is willing to accommodate
me, aren't you Jonathan?" He looked from his wife to me
and blushed even deeper if that were possible. "Well?"
I asked, "He can be so cruel, Jane," Jonathan whispered
wretchedly, you just don't know."
I looked at the blushing frightened husband on my lap
and gave his balls another squeeze. He gasped with
pain.
You know what will happen to you both if you don't do
exactly as I say, don't you?" He nodded helplessly. I
kissed him again, this time slipping my tongue between
his lips and taking possession of his mouth. I gave him
a long slow, luxurious kiss, exploring his palate and
gums at my leisure as I looked over his shoulder into
the eyes of his horrified young wife. I released
Jonathan's mouth and looked into his eyes.
"I think that it is time I saw more of your lovely
young bride," I said conversationally, "get me a drink
and then go and strip her to her bra and panties for
me. This time there was a simultaneous gasp of shock
from both of them. I watched Jane's young body
trembling with outrage and anger and I could feel her
husband shaking with fear on my lap. I sighed, they
still had a lot to learn. "I won't tell you again,
Jonathan," I whispered with some menace. He sobbed and
slid off my lap, went to a cupboard and brought me a
stiff whisky.
"Thank you darling," I smiled. He blushed furiously at
the endearment and looked helplessly at me. I nodded
towards Jane.
"Just get on with it," I said. He walked over to his
wife and she looked up at him with an unreadable
expression in her eyes.
"I am so sorry, darling," he said wretchedly to his
young wife, "you don't know what he can be like." He
reached for the hem of her sweater but she brushed his
hands away, looking up at him with contempt beginning
to dawn in her eyes. She rapidly drew the sweater over
her head and looked at me defiantly. She was now
wearing black tight ski-pants and a pale-blue tight tee
shirt, which neatly outlined her pert breasts and
showed the lace of her bra through the thin material.
Her husband looked down at her miserably.
I smiled across at them,"Now the pants and tee-shirt,
Jane darling," I said.
She looked at me with hate in her eyes and, raising her
well-made young bottom from the chair, slipped off her
ski-pants and drew the tee-shirt over her head, leaving
her sitting in a pale blue very thin matching bra and
panties set. The bra was a push-up half-cup bra which
clearly defined her firm young breasts, thrusting them
out and leaving the upper surfaces completely bare. Her
panties were high-cut and flimsy drawn tightly and
defining the fleshy outer lips of a well-made plump
young cunt with a cute little floss of pubic hair
evident under the material.
"You look lovely, Jane darling," I said. She glared at
me, too angry and humiliated to speak. "Come over here
and sit on my lap." They both gasped and did not move.
"Don't make me come and get you," I said with some
menace. Jane looked at her husband with an unreadable
expression in her eyes, got slowly to her feet and
moved reluctantly towards me. I smiled at her as her
husband watched us. I looked with pleasure at her firm
trim young body barely concealed by the thin pale blue
silk and let her see me running my eyes over her. She
flushed. I reached for her hand to draw her onto my lap
but with a sudden burst of spirit she lashed out and
tried to scratch my face with her nails. I caught her
swinging arm by the wrist and held her firmly and I
heard Jonathan gasp.
"You have just made a very big mistake, Jane darling,"
I said quietly as I looked up at the angry trembling
woman, "I am going to have to teach you a lesson". Jane
stood shaking in front of me her cute breasts trembling
slightly, barely concealed by the flimsy bra and I saw
with pleasure some tendrils of dark hair, which were
escaping from under the high-cut hem of her very flimsy
pale blue panties. I could smell the sweat of her fear
and I could hear her young husband's harsh breathing in
the quiet room.
"I am going to thrash you Jane," I said casually, "so
that you remember this for ever and so that you never
make the mistake of defying me again. Jonathan knows by
experience that I mean what I say." The virtually naked
young brunette looked down angrily at me.
"You can't do that!" she whispered, "you just can't." I
just looked up at her and said nothing. Still holding
her by the wrist I slowly took my leather belt off with
one hand looking up all the time into her frightened
eyes. I folded it in half in my hand making a
convenient strap.
"You can make this as hard for yourself as you like but
you are going to be punished," I said. I looked over at
her husband as he stood trembling by the fireplace. I
beckoned him towards me with the strap and he
reluctantly approached. I was still holding Jane by the
wrist. I looked into Jonathan's frightened eyes.
"Your wife has defied me Jonathan and you know exactly
what I am capable of. Now pull your wife's panties
down to her knees and get her ready to be punished." I
said to hem.
He looked helplessly into my eyes but saw that I was
implacable. He gave a frustrated hopeless sob and
looked at his young wife.
"I'm so sorry darling," he whispered, "I can't help it.
He is making me do it."
She looked at her husband with increasing contempt in
her eyes and then down at me with frustrated fury. I
still held her by the wrist and I smiled into her hate-
filled eyes as her young husband hooked his fingers in
the thin elasticized waistband of her panties and
pulled them slowly down her smooth tanned thighs to her
knees, which I could see visibly trembling. I sensed
that I had won as I saw defeat beginning to dawn in her
eyes and I released her wrist. I looked up at her and
waited, gently slapping the folded belt against the
palm of my hand. She knew from my eyes that there was
no escape. I took my time and let her stand in front
of me with her panties round her knees while I
leisurely looked over her fit young body. She was a
very erotic sight and I decided to embarrass her
further knowing that the more I broke her resistance
now the less trouble I would have with her later...
She had a long slender elegant neck arising from firm
shapely shoulders which supported a really magnificent
pair of breasts shown to their best advantage encased
in the thin sexy pale blue silk bra through which the
hard points of her nipples were very evident. She
seemed to have rather large dark areolae, clearly
visible through the thin nylon. Her chest narrowed to a
slim waist before broadening to a pair of nice roomy
hips and a cute little stomach, relatively flat, but
with an appealing curviness.
"Turn round slowly," I ordered, embarrassing her
further in front of her frightened husband, and again
she did as I asked without protest. I looked
approvingly at the firm swelling of her plump bottom.
She had a very well made arse and looking further I
noted firm but not fat thighs and slender, shapely
calves. Altogether she was very appealing indeed. When
she was facing me again I looked up into her eyes.
"Well?" I asked quietly.
"I'm very sorry," she whispered, hate making her voice
catch and certainly sounding less than sincere. "I know
that it was wrong to try to scratch you. Please, please
don't hurt me. Leave us both alone, we are on honeymoon
and haven't done you any harm."
I looked at her husband.
"Please don't hurt her," he whispered, "we'll do
anything you want, just don't hurt her." I smiled at
him.
"Do you remember how you were dressed in the climbing
hut?" I asked him. He blushed and went pale.
"Oh God!! No!" he whispered.
"You know what I like, so while I attend to your wife -
go and get changed. Stay in the bedroom till I call
you. But when I call you come out at once and you know
how you are to be dressed." He looked sickly at me and
I saw Jane looking questioningly at him but he did not
meet her eyes. He turned away and slowly and miserably
made his way to the bedroom.
I took Jane by the hand and drew her unwilling body to
my side and pulled her down so that she lay over on my
lap with her bare cunt against my stiffening prick and
her breasts dangling in a delicious erotic curve. I
enjoyed making her wait so I put the belt down on the
table for a moment and began to feel her plump bottom
squeezing and fondling the globes of her buttocks
before moving to the crack between them. She gasped
with outrage and wriggled a little on my lap before
becoming aware of my stiffening prick against her bare
cunt through the thin nylon of my slacks. I reached
down with my other hand and began to feel her dangling
tit, gently torturing the nipple through her bra until
she gasped with pain.
"Spread your thighs a little," I ordered, and she was
now so terrified that she immediately complied.
Interestingly she was excited despite herself as I
found when I put my hand between her thighs from the
back and felt her moistening cunt. I drew my hand back
and, having lubricated a finger with the female
moistness of her damp cunt I gently pushed it into the
dimple of her arse. She gasped with shock wriggled
again on my lap, her cunt agitating my stiff prick as I
gently finger-fucked her arse while I squeezed her
nipple.
"Please don't," she whispered wretchedly, "that's so
dirty, I've never done anything like that before." I
just laughed and said to her quietly, "Listen to me
Jane, and take notice," I said, "If you want to be able
to sit down comfortably in the future then you better
make no more mistakes. While I am here you do exactly
as you are told, you do not struggle or defy me and you
definitely do not try to scratch me. Now for your
first lesson in obedience."
I picked up the belt and began to thrash the trembling
plump white arse spread out on my lap. I started
relatively gently taking care not to land too many
stokes in the same place and as her arse reddened I
began to increase the force. At first she began to
wriggle gasping with each stroke but I held her cunt
firmly against my prick by pulling down on her nipple.
Her arse began to be more clearly marked by the strokes
of the leather belt and her gasps became wordless moans
as I continued her punishment.
I increased the force of my stroke more and she began
to emit wordless screams as each blow landed. I varied
my target, thrashing the tops of her slender thighs as
well as her plump fiery arse. She was screaming loudly
now and I felt a tell-tale warmth in my groin as her
cunt moistened. Despite herself, and in spite of the
pain, the thrashing was exciting her and she wriggled
helplessly on my lap, desperately agitating her bare
wet excited cunt against my prick.
She gave a sudden loud cry and through all her pain
came on my lap with a shattering orgasm. I stopped
thrashing her and her screams subsided to a quiet but
desperate sobbing. I let her lie for a moment
trembling across my lap as the waves of her orgasm
faded. I could feel the wetness on my slacks over my
prick where she had come and I could smell her sweat.
I gently stroked her red arse and slipped my finger up
her again for a last quick finger-fuck of her tight
little hole - then I withdrew my finger and gave her
red arse cheek a sharp slap. She gasped in pain and
shock. I let go of her nipple and pushed off my knee to
the floor at my feet. She lay in front of me with
splayed legs, the right leg out straight and the left
bent at the knee.
Her flimsy panties made a tight band down round her
knees and her wet cunt gaped. Tears ran down her face
as she sobbed, her eyes all puffed up. I looked down at
Jane and smiled, "Did you enjoy that darling?" I asked
maliciously. She shuddered. "You came anyway," I said
with a smile. She blushed furiously.
"I couldn't help it, you bastard!" she said
breathlessly. I just looked at her and motioned for her
to stand. She just looked dumbly up at me so I reached
down and grasped her by the nipple and, standing pulled
upwards on her tit. She gasped and, driven by the pain
in her tit, scrambled inelegantly to get her legs
underneath her as she struggled to her feet.
I looked in to her eyes and smiled coldly.
"You are going to have to start being a lot more polite
if you want to avoid another spanking," I said as I sat
down. I reached out and cupped her cunt, feeling the
wetness against my palm. She gasped and I felt the wave
of contraction as the muscles of her thighs and ass
clenched against my intrusion. I hooked two fingers in
her cunt and pulled her towards me. At first she
resisted but then took two small steps towards me until
she was standing by my knee, impaled on my fingers and
looking down at me with hate in her pretty eyes. I
could smell the perspiration from her reluctantly
excited body. I rested my arm along the arm of the
chair so that my fingers were extended at the level of
her cunt with my index and middle fingers buried in her
to the knuckle.
"Fuck yourself on my fingers," I said quietly, and it
was a measure of the control that I had achieved with
such little effort that the young woman began
reluctantly to move her hips backwards and forwards,
pleasuring and shaming herself on my stiff outstretched
fingers. I hooked my fingers up slightly so that at
each movement the young brunette drew my fingers along
the roof of her cunt and brushed her clit on my
extended thumb.
Her breathing began to quicken again and a blush began
to spread from her cheeks to her shoulders as her
movement on my fingers became more urgent. I could
smell her perspiration and I saw a fine sheen on her
forehead as she worked her hot tight little cunt on my
fingers. Her thighs parted a little more as she strove,
against her will but unable to control herself, to get
my fingers deeper into her cunt. Her panties were a
tight band just above her knees limiting her movement..
Suddenly her breathing became more ragged, her blush
deepened and she gave a shuddering gasp as she came on
my fingers. I supported her with my fingers in her cunt
as she stood on shaking legs looking past me with
unseeing eyes, lost in the moment, rivers of
perspiration running down the cleavage between her firm
prefect young breasts. Her breathing began to calm down
and the light of recognition returned to her eyes. She
looked down at me with a shudder.
I smiled coldly up at her blushing, embarrassed,
perspiring face.
"I don't think that it is fair that you have cum twice
and I haven't at all, Jane. I think that it would be
nice if you sucked me off." She looked down at me in
horror and glanced at the open bedroom door.
"Please don't make me," she begged, "I have never even
done that for my husband." I spite of this protestation
I saw guilt in her eyes. I smiled knowingly up at her.
"You have done it before though Jane, haven't you?" I
said. She looked again at the bedroom door and looked
helplessly at me. I smiled at her and lay back in the
chair with my thighs apart. "Pull your panties up and
just get on with it," I ordered. Jane pulled up her
panties and I looked with pleasure as the damp nylon
clung to and clearly defined her wet pouting slit. She
looked into my eyes and knew that there was no escape.
She bent over me and reached for the zipper of my
slacks.. She drew down the zipper and gasped as my
semi-erect prick emerged. She looked helplessly down
into my eyes. I put my hands on her shoulders, looking
down her cleavage, beaded by sweat and pushed her to
her knees between my thighs, parting her thighs with my
foot until they gaped widely. I looked down with
pleasure at her pouting cunt neatly and clearly
outlined by the now-transparent wet panties.
"Just get on with it," I ordered. "Since you made me
all sweaty by cumming on my lap as I spanked you it
would be nice if you cleaned my prick and balls with
your tongue" I said, " then when I am nice and clean
again you can suck me off."
"I couldn't" she whispered "it's so horrible and dirty.
I've only ever done it once before."
I laughed.
"Just get on with it and shut up, Jane darling. I don't
want to have to tell you again." She blushed at the
endearment and slowly moved her head forward on to my
hard thigh and began reluctantly and amateurishly to
try to clean my prick and balls with her tongue. I
looked down at her as my prick stiffened and rose
towards her lips, which automatically parted. I put my
hand on her dark hair and drew her forward so that I
felt my prick being drawn into her hot soft young mouth
and I looked at the sweet rosebud of her lips stretched
around the shaft. In spite of her protestations I could
tell that she had done this before. Mine was not the
first prick she had sucked. Although not an expert she
clearly had a very good idea what to do. She ran her
tongue around the bottom rim of my knob head very
delicately and began a slow rhythmical sucking, drawing
my prick deep into her hot little mouth and combining
it with a gentle stroking. It felt really great and I
looked down at the now submissive young wife, her head
moving backwards and forwards deliciously on my prick.
I just lay and enjoyed the sensations as the talented
young girl worked on my stiff prick.
She may have been a beginner with not much experience
but she was a natural.
Tapped her on the head and she looked up into my eyes
without pausing in sucking me off.
"Don't stop until I tell you," I ordered her quietly,
"or it will be the worse for you. I had positioned her
so that while she was sucking me off she could see the
door to the bedroom where I had sent her husband. I
looked at the bedroom door. "All right, Jonathan, you
can come out now," I said and I felt his young wife
stiffen in shock as he reluctantly came through the
door. She did not however dare to stop sucking me off
and Jonathan looked in horror at his bride on her knees
between my thighs her dark head bobbing backwards and
forwards on my stiff prick.
The young husband and wife looked at one another each
recognizing the other's humiliation and misery.
Jonathan watched his bride submissively sucking off a
man who had thrashed her bare bottom till she came and
who she had known less than an hour while his wife
paused with her lips around my prick and looked in
shock and horror at her husband. He was dressed in one
of her short nightdresses and a pair of matching tight
high-cut panties clearly outlining his prick and balls.
The nightdress was a delicate silk yellow material and
I knew that I had seen it before. He had worn it for
me when we were in the climbing hut.
I tapped Jane gently on the head and she obediently
continued to suck me off, her dark head rhythmically
bobbing. I motioned Jonathan towards me and he
reluctantly approached. When he was standing by my
chair I motioned to his legs and he parted his thighs.
I cupped his balls and began to feel him through the
thin nylon as I looked into his eyes. He rapidly became
stiff under my fingers and I began to stroke his prick
through the nylon. He blushed and gasped but did not
dare pull away and I could feel his legs trembling.
A combination of playing with the submissive husband
and the active mouth of his young bride were proving
too much for me. I could feel the warmth building in my
balls and I put my hand on Jane's dark head holding her
firmly so that she could not release my prick Jane
sobbed on my prick and the warmth from my balls grew
stronger. I wound my hand more firmly in her hair so
that I was sure that she could not remove her mouth and
looked down into her eyes, which looked back into mine.
"Suck harder," I said harshly and she obeyed
helplessly. I could feel the sperm being sucked out of
my balls and I pulled her mouth on to my prick further
pushing it about four inches in as I came in her mouth
and blasted a load of hot cum against the back of her
throat. She began to gag but I held her mouth on my
prick relentlessly until she had been compelled to
swallow it all. A thin white trickle ran down from the
corner of her red lips on to her chin. She just looked
up at me in mute horror as she knelt before me with my
softening prick in her mouth. I could feel her
husband's rigid body as I played with his prick and
looked down at his humiliated bride.
"That was lovely, Jane darling," I said, "Go and clean
your teeth and then you can be making us some supper.
When you are in the bedroom, stay dressed exactly as
you are now, but put on a pair of shoes with the
highest heels you have." Jane released my prick and
rubbed her mouth as she got to her feet. She looked at
me in horror as she went to the bathroom. I looked up
at Jonathan.
"Undress me," I ordered. He carefully pulled my sweater
over my head and as I lifted my bottom from the chair
removed my slacks. I was now naked and he looked with
horrified fascination at the body he knew so well from
his last experience. "I think that it is time we got to
know one another again darling, " I said and smiled as
he blushed furiously.
I drew him down on to my knee and to my pleasure, in
spite of all I had done to him he still behaved like a
frightened horrified yet excited fascinated young
virgin. I sat him on my lap as I had previously done on
the mountain so that my stiff prick protruded between
his plump thighs just below his balls. I put my arm
round him under his armpit and began to renew my
acquaintance with his cute little tits.
"Suck my nipples Jonathan like you did before, do both
alternately" I said casually. He looked at me with
defeat in his eyes and put his mouth to my hairy
nipple. "Suck me nicely" I ordered "using your lips,
teeth and tongue, the way I taught you".
I began to feel him begin to suck my nipple, using his
teeth to tease it and his tongue on the areola. I let
him get on with it and put my hand between his legs and
began to fondle his prick and balls again. I lay back
with one hand back on his tit and the other feeling his
prick and balls while he unwillingly sucked my nipples,
moving from one to the other. I began to feel waves of
sensation from my nipples as he reluctantly sucked
them. I enjoyed the feeling of his plump arse cheeks on
my hard thighs as I looked down at my unwilling
partner. I moved his head from my nipple and looked
into his eyes.
"Let's see if Jane has taught you how to kiss any
better since we last met" I said. His eyes widened but
without giving him time to protest, or even think I put
one hand behind his head and pulled him to me. He
gasped. I put my tongue to his lips and gently but
insistently pressured him until, despite himself, his
lips parted. I gave him a long deep kiss, sucking on
his tongue and exploring his cheeks and gums with my
demanding tongue.
He sat trembling and blushing on my lap as I continued
my long deep kiss, my hand cupping his balls. His prick
was stiff against the silk of his panties. I moved my
hand from his balls to his tits and began to fondle his
plump breast mounds through his nightie occasionally
twisting his nipples. He gasped into my mouth against
the kiss. I moved my lips from his and looked into his
blushing face. "Well, Jonathan" I said mockingly "your
kissing has certainly improved. You must have been
practicing". My fingers were getting sweaty from his
balls so I moved my hand further back and slid a finger
up the leg of his panties straight up his ass. He went
rigid with shock. I just laughed and gave his ass a
quick gentle finger-fuck as I continued feeling his
plump tit through the nylon of his nightie.
We both heard Jane return from the bathroom and heard
her gasp as she watched me playing with her unwilling
husband. I smiled at her.
"Jonathan makes a very sexy girl don't you think Jane?"
I asked, "you might do worse than keep him in panties
from now on." At this Jonathan blushed even redder.
I looked at Jane.
"Get on and make some supper," I ordered, and, ignoring
her turned back to her husband on my lap and moved his
mouth back to my nipple. She looked wordlessly at us
and watched for a moment as I felt her husband through
the nylon over his plump little tit and gently stroked
his prick. She watched a moment longer as he sucked my
nipples. I smiled at her and she turned away and began
to set out a nice cold supper.
I took pleasure in watching her carrying out my orders
without question while I played with her compliant
reluctant young husband. Jane was an erotic sight just
dressed in thin panties and matching bra through the
sheer material of which her prominent erect nipples
were clearly defined, a garter-belt and dark sheer
stockings and the high heels that she had not dared to
remove. Eventually the preparations for supper were
completed and Jane stood looking at me. It was
interesting that she appeared to be waiting for further
instructions. I had not expected to break her
resistance quite this quickly. I slid her husband off
my knee on to the floor and stood up. I left him lying
by the chair as I went to the table and took my place
at its head. I looked at Jane.
"You two won't be needing chairs," I said
conversationally, "as you wont be having any supper.
Get two cushions and put them in the middle of the
floor where I can see them both." Wordlessly she
complied and looked at me, waiting. I looked at the
young couple and smiled.
"I like a floor show while I eat, and you two are it.
Kneel down on the cushions and spread your thighs.
Kneel up straight with your heads erect and your hands
behind your backs." I watched as they complied, looking
with pleasure from one to the other. They were an
attractive couple. Jane's firm young body glistened
with the sweat of her previous physical exertions and
emotional experiences. The pose I had put her in meant
that her wet panties were drawn tightly across and into
the pouting lips of her wet young cunt.
The effect of her erect back caused her perfect breasts
to be thrust out straining the material of her thin
bra. Jonathan kneeled on his cushion in his wife's cute
nightie, which reached just below the level of his
navel. His widely-spread thighs drew the high-cut
panties tightly across, outlining and defining, his
balls. I was not surprised to see that his small prick
was erect. The nightie was tight across his chest,
defining his plump breast mounds clearly. His nipples
were very evident as small protuberances through the
thin material. I smiled at the frightened,
uncomfortable submissive pair and looked at the table.
Jane had set out a light but appetizing supper. There
was a bottle of cold white wine some oysters and other
mixed sea-food and a small cheese board with some
rather nice cheeses and a selection of crackers, just
what I needed. I poured myself a glass of wine and
tasted it, running it around my mouth meditatively and
allowing the bouquet to enter my nose. It was a rather
fruity young wine, possibly too young, but certainly
drinkable at the right temperature. As I drank I looked
down at the young couple kneeling in the centre of
their living room.
"While I have my supper," I said quietly, "you two can
play with yourselves. Jane, slip your fingers up the
leg of your panties and start to finger-fuck your cunt
with two fingers while with the other hand you play
with your breasts. If you haven't cum by the time I
have finished my supper you will get another spanking
and it will be one you will not forget in a hurry." I
watched her hurriedly slip her fingers into her panties
and start to play with her cunt while her other hand
reached up and began to manipulate her nipple.
"Jonathan," I said, "you can start playing with your
prick and balls. By the time I have finished my supper
it will be the worse for you if you haven't cum in your
panties." I watched his right hand go between his
thighs, caress his balls through the tight nylon and
move upwards to his little shaft, which he grasped
through the nylon and began to toss himself off.
I concentrated on my supper and watched the pretty pair
with amusement. I could hear Jane's breathing becoming
first uneven and then ragged as she worked her wet
cunt.
She squeezed her breast hard between her fingers and I
saw the flesh redden from her exertions. I could see
the tell-tale sheen of sweat on her brow as she began
to pant. She threw her head back and looked up at the
ceiling, swinging her head from side to side in time
with the movements of her fingers. Her shortish hair
swung like a curtain whipping against her flushed
cheeks. She began to emit high-pitched squeaks in time
with her thrusting fingers.
Her movements became faster and faster until she was
sawing her fingers rapidly in and out of her wet cunt.
I could hear the wet noise as her fingers moved in her
tight channel and the whole room smelled of sex. She
suddenly came with a shuddering gasp and a louder
squeak and relaxed, leaning forward with one hand on
the floor and the other still up the leg of her panties
with her fingers in her wet cunt. In this position, her
breasts hung beautifully and I admired the sculptured
curves of their upper surfaces. Her husband had been
watching her and wanking as he watched and it was no
surprise to me that the spreading stain of wet on his
panties showed that he had cum as he watched his wife
perform for me.
I smiled at the pretty pair as they kneeled, thighs
apart, on their cushions. They were too weak to sit
upright for the moment and both had bent forward
supporting themselves on their hands, Jane's shortish
hair hanging forward lankly like a curtain concealing
the upper part of her face.. I looked with pleasure at
her : Her body shone with sweat after her efforts and
the crotch of her panties was soaking wet and
transparent, plastered to and outlining the prominent
lips of her cunt. Her breasts, confined in the sexy
nylon heaved as she tried to bring her breathing under
control. Jonathan was leaning forward with both hands
on the floor.
The nightie was lying across his plump thighs
concealing his panties but plastered to his upper body
by the sweat of his mingled fear and excitement,
outlining his cute little breast mounds. His nipples
appeared to be erect. I let them recover as I finished
my wine. Their breathing became more controlled and
they began to move uneasily on their cushions. I could
see them glancing at me. I decided that it was time to
put on a little more pressure.
"Sit up straight like you were before," I ordered, "You
know the position by now." I was interested that all
the fight appeared to have gone out of them. They both
knelt erect on their cushions with their hands behind
them, backs straight and their thighs spread. I looked
with pleasure at Jane's outthrust firm young breasts
and the way the nylon of her panties was drawn tightly
across the prominent lips of her cunt.
"I think that it is time for bed, don't you?" I asked
casually. The honeymooners looked at each other and I
saw Jonathan go paler. He had already had experience of
what bed with me meant in the climbing hut. I looked at
Jane.
"Go and have a shower and wash your hair Jane darling,
I said, "put on a sexy nightdress, short and without
panties and wait for me in bed. She hesitated only a
moment before pushing herself to her feet and heading
for the door on weary legs. I let her almost leave the
room before regaining her attention.
"After you have showered Jane," I ordered, " I want you
to shave your cunt. When I come to bed it is to be
completely bare, do you understand?" She went red and
then pale and I could see her trembling with both fear
and anger.
"You bastard," she got out finally, "I won't do it, I
just won't do it and you can't make me."
I smiled at her gently.
"Do you remember the spanking I gave you less than an
hour ago?" I asked her quietly, "Well, unless you do as
you are told that is nothing to what I will do to your
husband. I will thrash his fat arse with the buckle of
my belt until it bleeds. When I come to bed you better
be ready for me, showered and clean in a nice sexy
nightdress with a cute bald girlie cunt. Now get out."
She looked at me once more, then at her husband and
left the room. In a moment we here the splash of water
as the shower started.
I looked at the trembling young husband still kneeling
on his cushion with his thighs widely spread.
"Pour me some coffee, Jonathan, I ordered and then get
on with the washing up." He struggled to his feet and
went to the table in the small kitchen area of the
chalet and poured me some black coffee which he
carefully carried across to me and put down beside me.
I saw with amusement that he was keeping as far away
from me as he could, hoping that I wouldn't notice.
"Now get on with the washing up while I enjoy my
coffee," I ordered. I watched him silently as Jonathan
collected my used crockery and took them to the small
sink unit across the chalet. He stood with his back to
me looking out of the window into the darkness which
pressed closely back against the window and listening
to the sigh of the wind in the fir trees around the
chalet. I finished my coffee, got up and moved quietly
across the floor to stand immediately behind Jonathan.
He saw my reflection in the window and gasped and
stiffened but did not dare to move. I pressed my groin
against his plump little bottom and felt him shudder. I
smiled to myself and, leaning forward, kissed him
gently on the back of his neck under his hair.
He jumped with the shock of the unexpected contact. I
put my hands on either side of him holding the sink so
that he was trapped between my arms and I moved closer
pushing him against the sink until I could feel the
soft swell of his plump bottom against my groin and so
that he could feel my stiff erect prick in the cleft of
his buttocks. I kissed him again on the neck and
gently licked his ear and chuckled as he shuddered. I
could smell the faint sweat of his fear and, as always
this turned me on more. Without touching him further
but just caressing his buttocks with my groin I put my
lips to his ear, which was red with embarrassment and
shame.
"I think that it is time we renewed our acquaintance,
don't you Jonathan? I whispered quietly, "Have you
missed my prick?
"Please leave me alone," he whispered wretchedly. I
kissed his neck again and smiled at him so that he
could see me reflected in the dark window. I moved my
hands from the sink to hold him by the waist just above
his flesh hips, pressing him against the sink with my
groin firmly pressed against his buttocks.
"I am going to really enjoy myself with your wife as I
promised you that I would" I said quietly, "but I am
not going to leave you out. I am just going to remind
you of what I gave you in the climbing hut so that you
are in the mood for later."
I heard him give a suppressed sob.. I moved my hands
gently up from his waist until they were on his chest
with the thumbs just brushing the lower edge of his
cute plump little breast mounds. I could feel him
shaking as I pressed my groin into his sexy full
buttocks. I kissed him again on the neck and
deliberately moved my hands up on to his chest
squeezing his plump flesh through the nylon of his
nightie and rubbing my thumb over his nipples. He
groaned loudly.
I began to deliberately play with his nipples until,
despite himself I could feel them hardening under my
palms and making distinct stiff little cones in the
delicate fabric of the nightie. I already knew from
past experience that he had very prominent sensitive
nipples. They were now like little bullets in my
palms. His trembling increased as I pressed my groin
into his plump bottom and I began to smell the
increasing smell of his reluctant horrified excitement.
"Bend forward and stick your arse out," I ordered
abruptly, tweaking his left nipple sharply. He gasped
and complied without a struggle.
I pressed my prick against the nylon of his pantie-
covered arse as I leaned over him and he gasped with
pain as I twisted his nipples. I flicked up the hem of
his nightie so that it was lying across his back. I
kicked his ankle and he got the message immediately,
moving his feet apart with a sob so that his thighs
were widely spread. I put my hand between his spread
thighs and felt his balls. I was not surprised to find
him erect.
"Stick your arse out more," I said, and I felt it press
more firmly into me. All this activity had kept me
hard. I moistened my fingers in the cum and sweat
around his balls and moved the nylon aside to give me
better access to his arse which I smeared with his
lubricant. I felt him sob and shudder as I slipped a
finger deep up his arse and began a gentle finger
fuck. I slightly bent my knees so that I was at the
right angle and slipped my finger from his arse. I
heard him give a sigh of relief but this was short-
lived as, using my hands to spread his plump arse
cheeks I slid my eight inch stiff thick prick straight
up his wet clinging arse in one easy movement until I
was buried in him up to the balls. He gasped loudly and
burst into tears.
His arse was just as I remembered it, beautifully moist
and clinging. I just relaxed with my stiff prick hard
up the frightened young husband, smelling his sweat as
I reached under him and squeezed his erect nipples
through the thin nylon of his nightie. I squeezed them
just a little too firmly for him to be comfortable and
he gasped with pain. I felt the internal muscles of
his arse clasp my prick a little more firmly. I began
to move in him at first gradually and then more quickly
until I was shafting him with about three quarters of
my prick. He began to gasp loudly, exhaling with each
stroke of my stiff rod. I put my hands on his hips and
pulled him harder against my prick, stopping moving in
him for a moment as I whispered through his hair, moist
with sweat, into his ear, "I am doing all the work here
Jonathan, I am going to stay still and you press
against the sink and fuck yourself with my prick".
Nothing happened for a moment as he tried to understand
what I meant. His senses seemed dulled by the
predicament in which he found himself. I just slapped
his arse hard, unexpectedly and warningly and he began
to move backwards and forwards on my stiff prick
fucking himself as I stood behind him playing with his
plump bottom.
"Do you like that, Jonathan?" I asked maliciously, "you
enjoyed it in the climbing hut, haven't you missed it?"
There was a long silence while he continued to move
himself backwards and forwards on my cock, knowing
better than to stop. "Well?" I asked. He made a great
effort and controlled his tears taking a deep breath
before he was able to answer me.
"You know I hated it," he burst out, "I hated it then
and I hate it now. You are forcing me to do it."
I just laughed and began to fuck him with more purpose,
pulling him on to my stiff prick by the grip I had on
his hips. I began to feel the familiar warmth in my
balls and I made no attempt to delay the ejaculation. I
rammed my prick as far up his clinging arse as I could
and shot a load of hot cum deep into him. He gave a
loud groan as he felt my spasm and burst into almost
hysterical tears again but didn't dare move as I stood
with my softening prick buried up in his arse. I pulled
my prick from the sweating young man and went and sat
on a kitchen chair.
"Get me a drink, something long and cold " I ordered.
He staggered to the refrigerator on weak legs and
brought me a glass of iced lemonade. I pointed at the
floor in front of me and he dumbly knelt down with his
hands behind his back, thighs spread looking at the
floor. I moved forward on the chair so that my hips
were just on the edge and spread my thighs. I saw him
looking with fear in his eyes at my semi-erect prick.
"Fucking your fat bottom has made my arse all sweaty" I
said conversationally "just clean that with your tongue
would you. You remember how you liked it on the
mountain."
I lay back, spread my thighs wider so that he had
complete access to my hairy hole.
With a sob he moved his head forward behind my balls
and I felt him begin to lick my perineum, moving
reluctantly towards my sweaty arse. I put my hand on
his head and pulled him firmly between my thighs until
I felt his lips on my arsehole. "Now Jonathan, just
French kiss my hole, running your tongue around the rim
and pushing your tongue as deeply up me as you can like
you did before". He sobbed but complied and I relaxed
back as he sucked and kissed my sweaty hole pushing his
hot tongue deep inside me.
He was crying quietly. The sensation was incredible as
I looked down at the completely straight sexy young
husband now dressed in a cute nylon nightie, on his
knees between my spread thighs sucking, kissing firmly
and deeply tonguing my sweaty arse. I lay back and
watched him, enjoying the sensations that spread from
my arse hole through my body. Eventually I patted him
on the head.
"That's fine, Jonathan, my hole is nice and clean now.
Now you can suck me off to get me ready for Jane." He
looked dumbly up at me. He began to cry quietly.
"You know how to do this Jonathan," I said, "I taught
you in the climbing hut so don't pretend that you have
forgotten. Now just get on with it."
He reached out and grasped the shaft of my semi-erect
prick and brought his head reluctantly forward. I
reached down and put my hand on his soft blonde hair
pushing his mouth firmly on to my prick.
"Toss me off gently into your mouth" I ordered "and
suck my in time as you wank. Look at me while you are
doing it and don't dare move your eyes from mine. Just
keep on sucking me off until I tell you that you can
stop. You know what I taught you, every so often, pause
in sucking but keep on wanking. Draw your lips back so
that only about an inch of my prick is in your mouth
and run your soft tongue over the bottom rim of my knob
head". He complied and a delicious wave of sensation
flooded through me.
"That's wonderful, Jonathan darling. You are a really
good little cocksucker, just as good as I remembered."
He continued tossing me off into his mouth and sucking
me off with just the right degree of suction. He was
doing such a good job that I could feel the pressure
beginning to build again in my balls. I let him carry
on sucking me off as the warmth built up but I did not
want to cum again just yet so I put my hand on his
forehead under his blonde hair and moved his head from
my stiff prick.
"That's fine Jonathan," I said, " you have got me nice
and clean and stiff, just ready to fuck your lovely
young bride." He reddened and then went pale. I looked
down at him.
"Open a bottle of white wine, then go and have a shower
and wash you hair, you stink.
Put on a nice clean nightie and matching panties. Sit
down where you can see the bed but do not move until I
tell you and do not dare to interfere." He dropped his
eyes from mine, struggled to his feet and went with
dragging steps to the refrigerator. I watched him open
a bottle of wine which he put on the table and then
walked slowly to the bathroom, not looking back at me.
I smiled to myself as I heard the water start in the
shower and I poured myself a glass of wine which I
enjoyed quietly before I went to the bedroom.
Carrying the bottle and my glass I went into the
bedroom and looked with pleasure at Jane who returned
my look with some trepidation. She was lying on top of
a neatly made bed with no covering over her. She was
wearing a very thin pale blue silk nightdress that came
about half way down her thighs. The low-cut bodice was
fitted snugly to her bosom perfectly defining her cute
breasts. The dark areolae and sharp cones of her
nipples were very evident through the tight-fitting
sheer material. She was lying half on her left side
with her legs slightly drawn up and her thighs
together. This, combined with the nightie being folded
across her groin made it impossible to see the details
of her cunt. She looked absolutely lovely, her clean
soft hair framing her pale face and the colour of her
eyes nicely complemented the blue of the nightdress.
She had long slender legs and very pretty feet. I just
stood looking at her as I sipped my wine knowing that
this would build up her tension. From where I stood I
could see her gently trembling.
I went across to the bed and put the bottle of wine
down on the bedside table along with my glass. I sat
down beside Jane and put my hand on her thigh. She
gasped and blushed bright red. I positioned the pillows
so that she was slightly propped up and with slight
pressure on her shoulder, moved her so that she was
lying on her back. Still looking at her I took a sip
of wine.
"Pull your heels up to your arse Jane darling and
spread your thighs," I said quietly and was interested
that without further compulsion her heels slid up to
her bottom although her thighs remained upright with
her knees firmly together. The nightie rode high on her
thighs leaving them bare but lying in folds still
concealing her cunt. I put a hand on the inside of each
knee and gently but firmly spread her thighs. She made
no real effort to stop me although I could feel her
shaking.
Looking into her eyes I reaches for the hem of her
nightie and folded it across the plump curve of her
belly at about the level of the cute indentation of her
navel. Her cunt was bare and I looked at it with
pleasure as the embarrassed young wife blushed
furiously. As I had ordered she had shaved it
completely and the plump outer lips and gentle swell of
her mound still showed the reddening of the recent
shave. I smiled into her eyes and gently ran my finger
along the gaping groove of her bare shaved cunt. She
gasped loudly.
I began to play gently with her cunt as I looked into
her eyes, moving from the delicate area behind her slit
along her groove until I could just flick the prominent
bud of her clitoris. Despite herself she began to
breathe more heavily and I felt her hips twitch as I
felt her cunt rapidly moistening under my fingers. I
began to feel her more deliberately as, looking into
her eyes, I slipped two fingers up her and began to
finger-fuck her hairless gaping cunt. She gasped,
tensed and blushed more furiously but was unable to
control the movement of her hips as, despite herself,
she began to become aroused as I began to finger her
more deeply. I could smell her reluctant excitement. I
bent and looked into her wide eyes and said quietly.
"Give me a nice wank Jane, and get me ready. I feel
like a nice slow fuck". She looked up at me, bit her
bottom lip and began to wank my prick nice and firmly.
I could hear the noise of the shower. Jane continued to
toss me off expertly. "You are really very good at
this, Jane darling, Jonathan is a very lucky man," I
said mockingly. Her cunt was very wet under my probing
fingers and she was beginning to pant again more
deeply. I now had three fingers inside the panting
sweating girl and I was finger fucking her reasonably
hard.
Jonathan came in and went to the dressing-table. He
took out a sheer peach-coloured shortie nightie and put
it on drawing the matching high-cut panties up his
plump thighs.
His wife and I watched as he adjusted the tight fabric
across his balls. He looked up to see his wife watching
him and blushed furiously. He looked across at me with
hate and fear in his eyes. As long as the latter
outweighed the former I was not particularly bothered.
I slid my fingers from his wife's wet cunt and
indicated a chair near to the bed from where he would
have a perfect view.
"Just sit down like a good girl while I fuck your new
bride". I said. Jonathan sat down on nerveless legs,
which almost seemed to collapse under him. I turned to
concentrate on Jane. I lay on my side alongside the
pretty young brunette who tensed and looked at me.
I could see that she was trying to say something and
after a few tries it came out.
"You can't make love to me," she said in a whisper,
""you just can't. I am on my honeymoon and I am not on
the Pill. I don't want to get pregnant." I just
laughed.
"Please, she begged, "if you are going to make love to
me against my will, please use something, please,
please don't make me pregnant." I laughed again.
"I never use anything," I said, "I love making young
wives pregnant. Don't worry Jane, it may not happen. It
may be your lucky night."
A tear rolled down her cheek as she sobbed. I smiled
across at her husband who glared back with hate-filled
eyes, too afraid to protest. I drew his sexy young wife
towards me slipping my arm around her and, looking into
her wide eyes lowered my lips to hers. I did not press
at first just content to explore her soft lips but then
I began to explore her closed lips with the tip of my
tongue becoming steadily more demanding until, despite
herself, her eyes widened further and her lips parted
under mine. I took possession of her soft mouth and
began to kiss her deeply, exploring her slowly and
completely as her tongue writhed against mine.
As I kissed her I slipped my left arm which was around
her back a little further pulling her to me. I moved my
left hand under her armpit on to her breast, which I
began to thoroughly feel through the thin fabric of her
nightdress. I slipped my right hand between her spread
thighs again, gently cupped her bare cunt and squeezed
a little. She gasped into my mouth as I slipped three
fingers up her and began another slow deep finger fuck
as I kissed her and felt her breast. The multiple
sensations were beginning to overwhelm her and her hips
began to twitch on the bed despite herself as her
breathing became more ragged against my mouth.
I turned her towards me and lifted her thigh so that it
was over mine giving me ready access to her and I slid
my eight inch prick straight up her wet and clinging
little cunt.
With a deep gasp she took the whole length of prick
with no problem and I slowly began to fuck her while I
kissed her deeply and worked on her hot little tongue.
Across her I could see her husband sitting tensely
watching us. I felt Jane beginning to pant more
raggedly into my mouth as her hips began to move
frantically as she tried to thrust her pubic bone into
me so that she could push her cunt as deeply on to my
prick as she could. I could not get sufficient movement
in this position. I took my lips from hers and, looking
into her eyes, moved her gently but firmly on to her
back so that I was over her, supported on my arms,
between her slender thighs stuck hard up her.
I bent forward and pressed my lips to hers again. This
time her mouth opened under mine with out hesitation
and I began to fuck her more deeply. Her slender strong
thighs went round my back without my having to tell her
and she clasped me tightly. I felt her heels pressing
into my arse and her nails beginning to claw my
shoulders. Her breathing became shallower and faster
and a blush started on her neck and spread to her
chest. I took my mouth from hers and she threw her head
back and began to gasp loudly.
I moved my hands to her neat breasts and began to
squeeze them through the silk of her nightdress in time
with my thrusts. I could feel her approaching orgasm as
her slender fit young body writhed under me. I didn't
intend to cum but I thought I would take the
opportunity to torment Jonathan further.
"Watch your wife Jonathan" I said. "I am going to make
her come and with luck, give her a baby". As I said
that Jane gave a shuddering gasp and became rigid as an
orgasm swept through her reluctantly excited body. I
had not come and lay with my stiff prick buried in her
cunt gently fondling her beautiful breasts while I
watched her husband as he glared angrily but helplessly
at me. When she had calmed down I patted her bottom
gently, drew my softening prick out of her clinging wet
cunt and lay back on the pillows as I listened to her
breathing returning to normal.
"You are a gorgeous fuck Jane darling." I said, "Go and
have a nice shower and make yourself smell nice, then
come back to bed. You won't need a nightie. You are
lucky, I didn't cum up you that time."
She gave a deep sigh of relief and looked at me with an
unreadable expression as I lay back on the pillows. On
shaky legs she got off the bed and went obediently to
the bathroom for her shower. She passed her husband
without giving him so much as a glance. I looked across
at Jonathan and smiled. He looked back warily.
"Come and pour me some more wine and then lie down
beside me, " I ordered. He reluctantly rose, crossed
to the bed and poured my wine then he walked around the
foot of the bed and lay down where I had so recently
had his wife before his very eyes. I lay propped up on
the pillows and glanced at Jonathan. The noise of the
shower started in the bathroom.
"It is getting late, nearly time to get some sleep," I
said casually, "while we are waiting for Jane give me a
nice wank." Without looking at me he reached out and
clasped my semi-stiff shaft, still moist from his
wife's juices in his hand and he began to slowly work
my prick. I put my arm round him and pulled him towards
me. As he wanked me I took his chin in my hand and
tilted his face to mine and began to kiss him, at first
gently but then more demandingly.
I felt his breathing quicken in my mouth and his hand,
despite himself, tightened around my stiffening shaft,
which he began to wank with more purpose. I slipped my
hand between his thighs, cupped and fondled his balls
through the silk of the panties and moved to his stiff
little cock which I began to gently manipulate through
the silk. As I played with the young husband I heard
the shower stop and a few minutes later Jane came in.
She stopped dead when she saw her husband in my arms
again.
"Oh God!" she gasped, "please leave him alone, leave us
both alone." I jut laughed and motioned to the bed
beside me. Jane came and lay down reluctantly. I
released Jonathan and lay back looking from one to the
other of the pretty pair. This reminded me so much of
my experiences with Derek and Susan, who I made a
mental note to visit again soon. (see 'Derek and
Susan'). Jane smelled sweet after her bath. I knew that
I did not smell quite so good after all my exertions
but that did not bother me too much.
"It is time to get some sleep," I said, "I am going to
kiss Jane 'Goodnight' while you, Jonathan, can kiss my
prick 'Good-night', you know how to do it." As I took
the fragrant young wife in my arms and began to gently
kiss her I felt the breath of her husband on my thigh
and then the warmth of his mouth enveloped the head of
my prick, which rapidly began to stiffen. I deepened my
kiss until Jane was panting in my arms and her breasts
were heaving.
All the time I was conscious of the rhythmical sucking
as her young husband's head bobbed on my prick. I
reached between his thighs as I continued playing with
his young bride and grasped his prick, which I began to
gently wank. I felt him gasp and become tenser but I
continued tossing him off until with a deep sigh on my
prick he came in his panties, soiling them so that they
would be sticky and uncomfortable for the rest of the
night. I released Jane and lay back on the pillows and
we both watched Jonathan as he continued to suck me
off. He did not dare stop without being told and a cute
blush stained his cheek as he realized that his young
wife was watching closely. I reached down and gently
pulled him off my prick by the hair. We all settled
down side by side with me in the middle.
"Put out the light Jonathan," I commanded, "time for
sleep." I heard their sighs of relief but this changed
to a gasp of disbelief as I said casually, "You have
got me all excited with your hot little mouth again
Jonathan. I am stiff and I won't be able to sleep
without a fuck. You just lie there and relax. You have
got me ready for your bride so just watch me fuck her
again." I smiled to myself at their gasps of horror.
I turned to Jane and saw the anxiety on her face in the
semi darkness. I took her hand in mine and moved it to
my prick, which she grasped and instinctively began to
wank slowly. She was learning fast. I slipped my hand
between her thighs and began to feel her hairless cunt
drawing my fingers along her cuntal groove and flicking
her hard little clitoris. The excitable young girl,
despite herself began to become rapidly moist under my
fingers.
I began to gently finger-fuck herself with one finger
while rubbing the area of her clitoris gently with my
thumb and her cunt rapidly became very moist indeed. I
released her cunt, took her by the hand and motioned
for her to kneel astride my thighs. She did as I
commanded without releasing my prick which she had
gently but firmly clasped in her hand.
"Keep wanking me until I am ready for you Jane," I
said, and she continued her expert wank. I soon became
stiff. I reached out with both hands and took hold of
her breasts and began to gently squeeze them. "Now
Jane," I said, "guide my stiff prick into your wet
sloppy hole". She raised herself on her knees while I
held her tits tightly, took hold of my prick in her
soft hand and guided it so that it passed easily
between the fleshy moist outer lips of her shaven cunt.
I pressed down on her tits so that she was forced to
sit more firmly on my prick and I slid easily up her to
the balls.
Then I slid my hands down the slopes of her breasts
until I was just holding her by the nipples and she
gasped with pain. I took no notice and pulled her down
to me by the nipples which I slowly squeezed more as I
brought her lips to mine and deeply kissed the young
wife as I lay stuck hard up her clinging wet cunt. I
took my lips from hers after a while and looked into
her wide startled eyes. I could sense her husband lying
tensely beside us not daring to interfere as I fucked
his wife.
"Now, fuck yourself on my prick," I ordered. She began
to move up and down giving me a delicious slow fuck as
I guided her by the pressure that I was exerting on her
sensitive nipples. I suspected that she had been in
this position before because she immediately began a
nice gentle relaxed movement, supporting herself on her
knees and leaning slightly forward. I was guiding her
movements with the pressure I was exerting on her firm
young breasts and we soon worked up a lovely rhythm.
"I must say, Jane, you are a quick learner," I
commented, "have you ever fucked in this position
before?"
She nodded shyly and I smiled to myself. I was in no
hurry and just lay feeling her firm breasts while she
was doing all the work. I began to smell her
perspiration. I began to speed her up by manipulating
her nipples until she was bucking on me with her head
thrown back and her short hair swinging. The bed
squeaked loudly from her exertions and the room was
full of the smell of woman and cunt. She was gasping
deep gulps of air and ramming herself as hard as she
could down onto my prick.
I began to feel close to coming so I pulled her down to
me by the nipples and fastened my mouth on hers giving
her a deep hard kiss as I came up her cunt and shot a
river of hot cum up into her womb. She lay panting on
me as I moved my hands to her taut firm young buttocks
and began to pull her hard on to my prick resulting in
my prick rubbing against her excited clitoris and she
came with a deep gasp. I put my arms around her and
held her as she lay on me with her face in my chest. I
let her rest with my softening prick deep in her cunt
so that none of my cum could escape and I whispered in
her ear, "I came up you good that time Jane darling. If
you are not pregnant from that it will be a miracle."
She burst into hysterical tears and tried to hit me but
I just caught her flailing wrist and laughed quietly. I
released her arm and rolled her off me, my softening
prick leaving her cunt with a slight plopping noise and
laid the sweaty panting weeping girl beside me. I heard
the harsh angry breathing of her husband from my other
side.
"Now just relax both of you and get some sleep," I
ordered, "I have to be up early in the morning and I
need some rest."
I knew that the exhausted pair was to cowed to
retaliate as I rapidly fell asleep and slept quite
soundly for some hours. I awoke a couple of times and
was rather surprised to hear Jonathan's steady
breathing, letting me know that he, at least, had
fallen asleep. As far as I could tell, on the occasions
I awoke, Jane was also awake and crying quietly into
her pillow. I just smiled to myself and went back to
sleep.
Much later I woke up. I knew that it was still a couple
of hours until morning and I was beginning to feel like
some more fun. I could tell from the quiet even
breathing that the husband and wife were both asleep.
It had taken Jane a long time to go to sleep and I
considered my options. Although I had enjoyed
humiliating Jonathan in front of his wife I really
fancied fucking Jane again. She had a very tempting
tight little cunt. Jane was lying half on her back
turned away from me with her thighs slightly parted.
I turned to her, slipped a hand between her thighs and
gently began to finger her cunt that I had made her
shave the night before. She stirred slightly in her
sleep and sighed. I began to feel her a little more
freely and firmly, slipping my finger between the flesh
outer lips of her cunt and beginning a gentle finger-
fuck flicking her clitoris from time to time. She began
to become moist under my attentions, sighed again and
woke up with a gasp. I gently turned her face towards
me and began to kiss her. As soon as my lips met hers
her mouth opened allowing me full possession. I kissed
the sleepy brunette awake, took my lips momentarily
from hers, and whispered in her ear, "I fancy another
fuck, Jane darling?" I said quietly.
She shivered a little. "Give me a nice wank to get me
ready." Her hand moved to my semi-stiff prick and she
began to wank me expertly. "You really are good at
that!" I whispered and began to kiss her again,
continuing with a deep finger-fuck of her bare wet cut,
now using three fingers and not causing her any
noticeable discomfort. She blushed furiously. Under
her expert attention it was not long before I was stiff
and ready for her. I moved her on to her back, parted
her legs widely and moved between her open thighs. She
did not let go of my prick as I moved on to her. I
slipped a pillow under her bottom so that her cunt was
at just the right angle for me. I slowly moved my hand
up the inside of her taut thigh relishing the feel of
her soft skin until I reached her moist quivering cunt.
I looked into her eyes in the semi-darkness and smiled
into her tense face.
"Now," I said, "open the lips of your cunt with your
other hand and get ready for me. Put my prick into your
cunt." With her reluctant co-operation I moved forward
allowing the trembling young brunette splayed under me
to slowly insert the head of my prick into the lips of
her tight wet cunt that she had parted ready with the
fingers of her other hand.
She gasped as the head of my knob entered her wet, bare
tight little cunt. I began to fuck her slowly at first
only using about half of my prick on each stoke but
gradually increasing the length of my movement until my
prick was buried in her tight channel to my balls. I
paused, stuck hard up her and looked into her eyes.
They shone in the semidarkness and I suspected that
there was the gleam of soft tears. I put my lips to
hers and deeply and gently kissed her, my hands
squeezing and molding the flesh of her firm breasts.
She lay with her thighs parted passively accepting a
gentle morning fuck. The internal muscles of her cunt
squeezed and massaged my prick and I made no effort to
prolong things. I felt my ejaculation approaching and I
began to give her a deeper kiss and squeezed the flesh
of her breasts harder between my fingers. She gave a
deep gasp into my mouth as I came up her. She came more
gently than the first time I had fucked her before she
went to sleep but her deep shudder, excited breathing
and trembling body told me how deeply it had affected
her. I withdrew my lips from hers and smiled into her
eyes.
"Another chance for a baby, Jane darling," I whispered
maliciously. She shuddered as she reflexively squeezed
my softening prick with her internal muscles and I
slowly withdrew out of her and rolled off her falling
asleep almost immediately leaving the worried young
wife awake beside me looking in to the darkness and
pondering the future and the possible consequences of
what we had just done.
I awoke a couple of hours later conscious of the young
couple talking quietly across me, an activity that soon
ceased when they realized that I was awake. I glanced
at my watch.
Time was getting on and I had a flight to catch as I
had to be back in Wales by lunchtime for a meeting in
Caernarfon. Jane was lying on her side half turned away
from me. I ram my hand up the smooth flesh of the back
of her thigh on to her buttock, which I began to
deliberately fondle. I felt her instantly become tense
under my touch. I gave her a sudden sharp slap on the
bottom, which echoed like a shot in the quiet of the
room. She gave a deep gasp and jumped in shock. I
laughed quietly.
"Listen you two," I said conversationally, "I am going
to have to leave you very soon.
Jane, go and make me some breakfast. Don't bother
putting any clothes on. When you have made my
breakfast, press my trousers, collect all my clothes
together and leave them in the bathroom." With a sigh
she got up from the bed and left the room silently. I
turned to her husband and put my hand straight up the
hem of his nightie and cupped his prick and balls
through the sheer nylon of his panties. I squeezed his
balls gently and as usual, he rapidly became stiff
under my exploring hand. I began to gently wank him
through his panties.
"Oh God, no not again," he pleaded. I pulled him
towards me and silenced his protests with a deep
demanding kiss, which left him gasping. I continued
fondling his prick and balls as I kissed his soft open
mouth and then took my lips from his and moved his head
down to my chest. He automatically began to suck my
nipple. I let him move from one nipple to the other as
I lay and relaxed in the sensations that flowed through
my body from my erect stimulated nipples. I lowered my
lips to his ear.
"Don't stop what you are doing, Jonathan, but take off
your panties". I released his prick and, keeping his
lips on my erect nipple he shuffled off his panties. I
could see from his face that he remembered this routine
from his experience in the climbing hut and was
apprehensive about what was to follow.
"Now start wanking me off," I commanded, "you know how
I like it by now." He reached for my prick and began to
toss me off at just the right speed and with exactly
the proper pressure. His lips sucked hard on my
nipples. I grasped his stiff little prick and casually
wanked him to a quick ejaculation all over his belly.
He gave a deep gasp. I moved his mouth from my nipple
and rolled him on to his back. I roughly pushed a pillow
under his buttocks elevating his bottom and I moved
between his thighs. I took hold of both of his legs
just behind the knees and bent then right back so that
his thighs were widely splayed and the puckered orifice
of his arse hole was easily accessible.. I smeared the
cum from his belly all over my stiff prick so that it
was nice and greasy and used my greasy fingers to
lubricate the opening to his hole.
I slipped my fingers beyond the protecting ring of
muscle and he gasped as he felt two fingers enter his
clinging arse. I began to gently finger fuck him with
two fingers ensuring that his channel was well
lubricated.
I removed my fingers and, holding the cheeks of his
arse apart, slid the head of my prick between them
until it was pressed tightly up against the puckered
little orifice I had just prepared. I pressed a little
further forward and I could see the unhappy young
husband, thighs spread at my mercy, biting his lip and
watching me with trepidation. I slowly pushed my prick
forward further until suddenly the protecting ring of
muscle gave way and the head of my knob entered his
clinging channel. I heard him gasp again as I began to
gently fuck him using more and more of my prick on each
stroke until at last I was sheathed in him to the
balls. I lay forward on him with my hands grasping his
little breast mounds, feeling his nipples through the
thin material of his nightdress. I put my lips to his
and his mouth opened under mine. I began to give him a
long deep kiss and to slowly fuck him.
He knew what he had to do as I released my grip on his
spread knees and he clasped me around the hips with his
plump thighs. I increased the speed and depth of my
stroke and his hips began to move with mine. I began to
move more deeply and roughly until I was giving him a
really savage fucking and having a lovely ride. The bed
was creaking loudly as I pressed my tongue deep into
his mouth, squeezed his little tits firmly and ramming
my thick stiff prick as hard as I could deep into his
arse. He moved under me meeting my thrusts, wide-eyed
and gasping. Our sweat was mingling sticking his thin
nylon nightie to us. I rode him roughly until I came
deep up his arse. He groaned loudly and let his thighs
fall from round my hips. I gave his nipples a last
squeeze, pulled out of his greasy hole and lay back on
the bed getting my breath back as he lay panting beside
me.
I could smell the tempting aroma of grilled bacon
filling the chalet so I got up of the bed and stood
looking down at Jonathan.
"I am going for a shower. Give me ten minutes and then
come and stand and wait outside the door of the shower-
cubicle until I am ready for you." Without looking
back at him I went into the bathroom and started the
shower. I very quickly scrubbed the sweat of the
night's exertions away and washed my hair. I heard
Jonathan in the bathroom outside the shower cubicle and
I opened the door, seized him by the arm and pulled him
in with me under the cascading water. His nightdress
immediately was soaked and plastered to his plump body.
I began to kiss his soft lips as I cupped his balls and
brought him to another erection. I gave him a brisk
wank until he was gasping but it was too soon for him
to cum again so I pushed him to his knees in front of
me and fed my semi-erect prick into his unwilling but
receptive mouth. He began automatically to suck me off
and I rapidly stiffened as I looked down at his head
bobbing backwards and forwards on my shaft. He had
really become a compliant accomplished cocksucker in a
very short time. I was not bothered about cumming again
so soon and I just relaxed back, leaning against the
wall of the shower stall as the water cascaded down on
us enjoying the feelings of his soft warm mouth on my
prick. When I had had enough I turned off the water and
motioned for him to get up which he did with alacrity,
not meeting my eyes.
"Go and take over from Jane," I ordered, "finish
preparing my breakfast and send her to me. You can get
dried in the bedroom and put on one of Jane's slips
with no panties -then wait for me in the kitchen." He
looked at me helplessly and went out without a word and
in a few minutes the trim naked figure of his young
wife appeared at the bathroom door. I stood in the
shower, water cascading down my naked body and looked
at Jane as she stood, clearly waiting to be told what
to do. I stepped out of the shower and indicated the
towel.
"You can dry me." I said brusquely. Jane reddened and
then paled with anger at the order. She clearly felt
humiliated at acting as my servant but compliantly
first patted me dray and then toweled me vigorously
until my skin was glowing. I walked past her without
comment into the bedroom.
"Bring my clothes in here and dress me." I ordered. She
did not hesitate, but still pale with anger, her lips
compressed did as I commanded. "Now, I am going to have
breakfast. Put on a garter-belt, sheer stockings and
wear the highest heels you have and nothing else. Then
come to the kitchen." I looked without expression into
her pale angry face and without saying anything more
left the bedroom it was clear that in spite of all that
had happened to her she still had plenty of spirit,
certainly more than her husband.
I went through to the kitchen and found Jonathan
standing by the sink looking anxiously at me, just
wearing a translucent white slip, clinging and defining
his upper body and finishing halfway down his thighs. I
smiled at him and walked over and cupped his balls
through the sheer material. He gulped and as usual
became erect under my fingers. He did not dare to pull
away by just stood tense and compliant letting me feel
him. I gave him a gentle wank before releasing him and
going to the head of the table where I sat and looked
at him.
"Serve my breakfast and pour me some orange juice and
coffee," I said quietly. He hurried to do as I
commanded and just as he finished Jane came hesitantly
into the kitchen. She was a stunningly erotic sight in
a black garter-belt and sheer black stockings with very
high heeled shoes - certainly more than a five inch
heel. Although they accentuated her calves and caused
her trim bottom to protrude deliciously she was clearly
uncomfortable with such an elevated heel and walked
very carefully indeed. She looked with horror and some
contempt at the plump figure of her young husband as he
stood dressed in his pretty slip. I decided before I
left them to enjoy a last bit of entertainment while I
had my breakfast.
"I have enjoyed my time with you two," I said casually,
"but it is nearly time for me to leave you." I saw the
husband and wife exchange a hopeful glance, believing
that their ordeal was soon to be ended. "Before I go,
however, I want you to entertain me while I eat. Jane
come and stand in front of me about five feet away,
half turned away from me."
Lips compressed she did as I commanded and I positioned
her exactly as I wanted her by gestures. She stood and
waited, trembling with anger.
"Now, part your legs so that your feet are about twelve
inches apart." She again compliantly followed my
instructions, balancing uncomfortably on her high
heels. The position of her spread thighs caused the
bare slit of her shaved cunt to part. "Now Jonathan, I
think that it would be nice if you went to Jane, went
down on your knees in front of her and sucked her off.
If you haven't made her cum by the time I have finished
my breakfast it will be the worse for both of you." I
carried on eating and watched the young man drop to his
knees before the trembling form of his outraged wife.
The position I had put her in meant that I had a clear
view of his mouth as it went between her slim sexy
nylon-clad thighs. He began to suck her off and as his
hot moist lips worked busily between her thighs I saw
her breathing, despite herself begin to deepen. A flush
tinged her cheek and she reddened more as she looked
across and caught my eye. I smiled at her and she
quickly looked away. Her hands wound in her husband's
soft hair as, lost in the moment, she drew is mouth
hard against her wet cunt. A film of perspiration stood
out on her forehead.
She began to breathe in short pants exhaling gasps of
air and her legs trembled as they struggled to support
her. Jonathan grasped her by the hips, steadying her
as he continued to work her cunt busily with his
tongue. With a gasp she came quite suddenly and sighed
deeply. She put her hands on her husband's shoulders
and stood shaking, trying to recover her breath and
composure.
I finished my breakfast and pushed back my chair.
Jonathan took his mouth from his wife's wet cunt and
the pretty pair looked at me. They made an attractive
tableau, the young wife in a black garter belt and
sheer stockings balanced on high heels, her body and
forehead sweaty from her recent orgasm, complemented
exactly by the plump figure of her young husband on his
knees before her in a sexy white virtually transparent
slip, the sheen of his wife's juices on his lips.
"It is time for me to go," I said casually as I walked
to the door and opened it, "Thank you for the
hospitality. I shall be sure to look you up in
England." I looked from one to the other and smiled at
the shocked looks on their faces as I gently closed the
door. I put on my boots in the small outer hall and
returned through the early morning frosted woods to my
chalet. I was leaving Switzerland for Wales that
morning and for whatever adventures lay in front of me
in the valley.
Although this is really the end of Jonathan and Jane,
if there is enough interest I may let you know what
happened when I met up with them some months later in
England.
Comments, criticism and suggestions for future stories
are welcome at aled7@yahoo.com
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
anyway shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any of
the scenarios in this story; should seriously consider
seeking professional help.
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