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Wed To The Whip
by Andrew Roller (roller666@earthlink.net)
***
Dominance, sado-masicaisim, bondage are just a few of
the description that describe this story of a very
masculine male, imposing his will on friends and family.
(Mdom/Ff, sm, bd, tor)
***
They walked along the beach, hand in hand, under the
palms, watching the sunset. The blonde had on a string
bikini. She savored the eyes of the passersby as they
alighted on her. Males, some females regarded her with
sparkle-eyed appreciation. Kelly smiled inwardly to
herself. Yes, it was pleasant, being young, newly
married. She squeezed her husband's hand. John smiled
down at Kelly and squeezed back. Soon, in the privacy of
their hotel, they would be squeezing more than just
hands.
But not yet. The couple moved with a slow, languid
grace. They watched the sun as it sank slowly into the
surf far out on the horizon. Waves, sun-kissed, sluiced
up between their toes, rushing in on the sand as if to
capture it, then receding, then washing forward again,
each wave gently taking more and more of the beach under
its grip as the tide rose.
A couple came toward them. The man was handsome like the
blonde's husband. She did not know his name, but it was
William. He was strikingly handsome, with a Roman nose,
broad shoulders, a well-haired chest. He had black hair
and a trim goatee that gave him a dominant aspect. In
his large hand he held, as if captive, the hand of a
lovely brunette. Her name, also unknown to Kelly, was
Jill.
She had larger breasts than Kelly. They were much
larger, in fact, and for a moment Kelly felt
intimidated. She looked with apprehensive eyes up at her
husband. Had he seen the woman who was approaching them?
Yes! Oh, he stared at her with awestruck eyes, drinking
in her bosoms as if he were an infant, a starving
infant, craving milk. Kelly squeezed her husband's hand
but John, so newly married to her, did not sense her
squeeze. She felt dejected. Then, recovering from his
rapture, John gave his blonde newlywed wife's hand a
reassuring squeeze.
At the same time the approaching stranger, who was in
truth larger than the blonde's husband, drilled his dark
eyes into Kelly's chest. With a sudden blush Kelly
realized the man found her small, round breasts
attractive. He seemed as taken with her bosoms as John
was with those of the fulsome brunette.
Jill was older than the blonde. She seemed not to mind
her husband's desire. She walked with a light step,
letting him peer. Jill smiled. Her own eyes lingered
upon and savored Kelly's chest. Kelly felt a thrill as
she realized the brunette might be envious of her small,
high-perched tits.
"Good evening," John said to the brunette and her
companion as they approached. The inrushing tide washed
the feet of both couples.
"Good evening," the brunette replied. The man with the
goatee nodded at Kelly, then at her husband. The
brunette's eyes flicked from the blonde's tits to her
eyes, to John's eyes, then, daringly, dropped straight
to his groin.
The two couples passed. The sun sank below the far-
distant line of the horizon.
"Anything?" the small blonde asked. Her long hair hung
down over her eyes and she reached up and pushed it
back. Her hair was like a veil, protecting her, yet it
invited thoughts in her hosts that were nothing if not
depraved. She knew that, and was coming to grips with
accepting it.
"We are quite rigorous in our requirements," the
brunette said to her. William, the man with the goatee,
nodded.
Outside, seagulls could be heard fighting in the surf
over bits of fish. The blonde looked up at her husband.
John's eyes were entranced by the brunette's cleavage.
Every breath she took, his eyes followed the rise and
fall of her sumptuous tits. He shifted on the couch
beside his wife. He grimaced, noticing Kelly, his wife,
looking at him. He tried to smile casually at Kelly. She
looked down at his crotch. There was a distinct bulge.
John's pants had suddenly become very tight about his
loins. John cleared his throat, nervously.
William lifted a hand and stroked his goatee. The
blonde's young husband looked with embarrassed eyes at
William. The brunette smiled. Her husband, William,
older by a decade than either herself or the others,
smiled. He knew what the younger man was going through.
He gazed frankly at John's crotch. He made no pretence
of hiding his knowledge of the young man's condition.
He'd already warned John that he, William, was bisexual.
"Kelly," the brunette said to the youthful blonde wife
sitting across from her. "You must decide now."
"Yes," Kelly answered. She gazed with apprehensive eyes
around the older couple's bungalow. They had met again,
the next night. On the beach. It was as before, both of
them walking in the incoming surf, their feet washed by
the sea. They stopped. They chatted. The older couple
said they were "entertaining guests at the moment," but
would the young newlyweds be interested in "something
special" in a week? There had been nods, soft murmurs of
assent. The moon had risen as they talked and it had
cast a benediction of silvery moonlight over their
discussion.
Now here they were, sitting in the older couple's
bungalow. William and Jill were renting it for several
weeks, until they should become bored, and go elsewhere,
journeying through the summer in a long, island-hopping
vacation, across the Caribbean. John and Kelly had
extended their stay at the hotel down the shore. They
were supposed to be back in the 'real world' already,
but something had caused them to stay, to savor the
island a little longer. Kelly looked up at her husband.
He glanced down at her. Together, with her husband
perched uncomfortably on the sofa beside her, they were
contemplating their next move.
"Well, I would like to try swinging, but not necessarily
with bondage," the blonde said.
"It is how we train new couples," the older man, sitting
across from her, said.
"We will do our best to see that neither of you are
hurt," the brunette assured them. "Of course, the
lessons must be well taught. We are not about to dilute
them to suit anyone's sensibilities. Even those of such
a lovely young couple as yourself." The brunette smiled.
She had already told the blonde they would be spending
time in each other's arms, if the blonde assented.
"Okay," the blonde gulped. She glanced immediately at
her husband. Perhaps she wished he'd contradict her, but
he didn't. His pants prevented that. He was well-hung
and very hard now at the prospect of what they were
about to agree to. Of course, the fact he'd already
obeyed the older couple's injunction against cumming for
three days helped seal his fate. He was full and very
much in need of some relief.
"Then if you're both agreed, let's go downstairs," the
brunette said. The blonde felt herself flinch. This
rented bungalow was deceptive. A beach bungalow this
size wasn't supposed to come with a basement. But this
one, and several others along the beach, did. Most
people didn't know that, of course. Unless they rented
one, or were invited to be guests in one. Outside, a
seagull screamed in triumph as it snatched a fish out of
the beak of another gull.
"All our things are down there," the brunette was
explaining. Jill snapped herself back into the flow of
the other woman's words. "And there's an added benefit,"
the brunette with the imposing bust continued. "The
basement is soundproofed, so you won't have to worry,
either of you, that you'll be heard. Everything will be
totally private downstairs." She smirked. "Except, of
course, your privates."
"Please excuse my wife's sense of humor," the man with
the goatee said to the blonde.
"I'm sorry," the brunette smiled. The blonde gazed into
her eyes and saw a wicked gleam there.
"Oh, I don't want to go!" the blonde blurted. Her
husband, John, leaned over and kissed her.
"We're going." he said simply. Then John rose from the
couch. He drew her up with him. He stood with his crotch
bulging in his tight jeans, before the older couple, who
were still seated.
"Yes, going and cumming," the brunette assured the young
man. She winked. She rose. Her husband stood up. The
older man drew the blonde away from John and hooked his
arm through hers.
"You are a lovely young lady," the older man assured the
girl.
"Thank you," the blonde gulped.
They went downstairs. There was a small room at the base
of the stairs that resembled a changing room in a gym.
There were lockers, a wooden bench. At the opposite end
of the small undressing room was a door.
"My husband and I will be through that door," the
brunette said. "We must get everything ready, so take
your time undressing. Kiss a little. When we call, then
you may come through the door. And oh, by the way," the
brunette added. "You are to take everything off. Don't
leave on anything." She looked at the blonde. "Not even
your earrings, dear."
"I must take off my panties?" the blonde asked.
"Your earrings, and yes, of course, your underwear,
dear," the brunette told the blonde. She looked at the
blonde's husband.
"You will ensure her compliance," the brunette said to
the man.
"Of course. I'm her husband," the blonde's husband
answered.
When the couple was called forth from the changing room
they emerged holding hands. They looked like a couple on
their wedding day, their faces flushed, their eyes wide.
"Oh, my!" the brunette said immediately. The young
husband of the blonde sported an erection that was as
large and stiff as a steel rebar. A large room opened
before the newlyweds. It was well stocked with liquor,
pillows, and a large bed. The covers on the bed were
drawn back. On a small table beside the bed was a vase
of fresh flowers. Also on the table were bottles of
lotion, jars of cream, and a small pile of colored
condoms. At the far end of the room, behind a curtain,
the blonde caught sight of implements hanging on a wall.
The tail of a bull whip showed, as well as the wooden
edge of a paddle.
"Hello, Kelly," the brunette said in a quiet voice.
"Hello John." The couple regarded her with open mouths.
In sharp contrast to their total nudity, she was dressed
in a riding jacket. It was bright red. It was pulled
open to show off her sumptuous, naked tits. There was a
red-colored riding cap on her head.
Jill, decked out in her riding gear, assumed an imposing
stance before the young couple. A black tie was looped
around her neck. It held closed the collar of a white
blouse that she wore beneath her jacket. But, like the
jacket, her neatly-pressed blouse was thrown open to
reveal her bare tits. Her flat, smooth belly showed.
Below that was her proud bush. She wore no panties, no
skirt. She stood with her legs open in a stance of
authority. Black thigh-high stockings gripped her legs.
John stared at Jill with complete awe and fascination.
He still held his wife's hand, but it was obvious that
his entire mind was mesmerized by the woman standing so
confidently before him. His wife was small, delicate, a
little bird with a long mane of blonde hair. Jill,
though fine-fingered, and small-waisted, was a
formidable figure with her huge, momma-like bosoms. Jill
smiled at John. She adjusted the cap on her head,
pushing at it with the tip of a riding crop she held in
her hand. In her other hand she held a condom. It was
made of clear latex.
Jill passed the condom to John. "Put this on, please,"
Jill said to the young man. "It's the only covering
you'll be permitted for the next several days. We always
ask men to wear one. It helps cut down on the mess."
John nodded. He took the condom. He glanced down at the
rich carpeting they were standing on. It felt soft
against his feet.
"Would you like me to help you, honey?" Kelly asked her
husband. Her voice quavered. She pushed at her blonde
mane of hair that kept falling down into her eyes. She
looked nervous. Her bosoms, though, sported twin nipples
as hard as her husband's cock.
"Kelly, you will not speak anymore unless I give you
permission," Jill told the young wife.
"But--" Kelly began. She looked at the brunette.
"Kelly," a male voice said. It was deep, sober. The man
with the goatee stepped out from behind the curtain
where the implements were hanging. William, Jill's
husband, stared at the blonde. His eyes looked fierce.
In his hand he was holding a paddle. He wore long boots
that stretched to his knees, but no pants. His hairy
chest was bare. On his hands he wore black leather
gloves.
"It's important you do as you're told, Kelly," the man
said. He slapped his open palm with the paddle. It was a
round, wooden paddle, and it made a sharp crack when it
hit the man's hand. He stood stolidly, unaffected by the
hard report of the paddle against his hand. But the
blonde shrank at the sound. She gripped her husband's
hand tightly.
What made the blonde even more frightened, though, was
the sight of the older man's penis. It was fully erect.
As if in anticipation, it was already encased in a black
condom. Kelly could see the condom was well-lubed. Oil
shone on its entire length.
"It is important that the condom, when it is placed over
your penis, has a good seal," the brunette said with
clipped, clinical words to Kelly's husband. "If it's
alright with you I'd like to show you my oral talents.
I'll wet your penis with my mouth, then roll on the
condom." She looked at Kelly, not waiting to see if John
assented. "As for you, you must wet down my husband's
cock, so he can slide into you easily when the time
comes. The oil I've put on his penis is edible. Can you
deep throat a cock?"
The blonde hesitated, finally nodded that 'no,' she
could not.
"I didn't think so. You're so newly married, after all,"
Jill told the blonde. "That's why I oiled my husband for
you. You'll kneel, and practice taking him as best you
can. Meanwhile I'll get the condom on your husband." The
blonde nodded. Her eyes were awestruck.
"Oh, and one more thing," the brunette added. "Since we
are your instructors, you pay the penalty for any
accidents. Tongue my husband, but don't make him cum."
She turned to John. "As for you, young man, if you cum,
you bear the punishment for it."
"Okay," John said. He glanced with fearful eyes at the
brunette's riding crop. Then, emboldened by the rampant
stiffness between his legs, he arched his hips forward.
He offered the brunette the condom.
"Thank you," the brunette said.
Both females knelt before a man, each taking charge of
the other's husband. Kelly swirled her tongue around the
latex-covered head of William's penis. Jill sucked John.
When at last Kelly had learned a little of the art of
deep throat, and John was snugly attired in a clear
condom, the foursome rejoined each other by a small wet
bar in the basement.
Jill popped open a bottle of champagne. The others were
given flutes; they preferred them and Jill filled each
glass to the brim.
"A toast, sir, to the perfection of your erection," Jill
said to John. William seconded the toast. Kelly laughed
at the sight of everyone toasting her husband's penis.
John's cock was thick and hard, covered by latex but
quite visible through the membrane of film. William,
more discreet, proffered a cock that couldn't be seen
through the black condom that covered it.
Jill, filling her glass and sipping from it, tipped the
half-empty bottle of champagne over John's genitals. To
a cry from the young man, the cock she'd so recently
warmed with her mouth was doused with cold bubbly.
"Ah, God!" John said. He watched as the champagne hit
his dick and splashed over it to the floor. The rug was
wettened by the champagne but if he came, he would spend
safely inside the condom.
Kelly, inspired, took a sip from her glass and then
poured the remainder of it over William's black-sheathed
dick.
"Ahhh," William breathed. He watched as the champagne
hit his penis and cooled it.
"Kelly, you should not spill your drink without
permission," Jill said to the blonde. The young newlywed
gulped.
"I'm sorry," Kelly answered.
"Just for that I want you to kneel down and lick the
champagne off both men's cocks," Jill told Kelly. The
blonde's eyes widened.
"But-- but I might make them..."
"Yes, and if they do, you'll be the worse for it," Jill
said. "So lick carefully. And do both at once."
"At once?" Kelly said. Her face blanched.
"At once," Jill answered. She pointed to the floor,
indicating that Kelly should kneel. The blonde did. Both
men proudly offered her their dicks.
"Ooooch! Oooook! YOOOOK!" Kelly spluttered as she tried
to accommodate both men's penises at once in her small
mouth. The men vied for her attention. They drove
themselves into her without regard for her, forcing
themselves together into her mouth, as if in a
competition to see which could spend first. They were
both very hard. Desperation mixed with delight showed in
their faces.
William bent over the girl. With his cock shoved hard
into Kelly's mouth, he delivered a sharp blow to Kelly's
bare fanny.
SWAT!
"Hooooooch!" Kelly shouted. Both her hands flew back to
her bottom. The men, now no longer having to contend
with her shielding fingers, pushed themselves deeper and
more vigorously into her mouth. They looked like two
giants, standing over her, shoving carrots, one flesh-
colored, one black, into her rosebud lips. The blonde
was kneeling with her hands on her bottom. She did her
best to accept both penises in her stretched-apart
mouth.
"That's it," Jill said to the blonde. She dropped to her
knees behind Kelly. She gripped the girl by her frail
shoulders so that Kelly couldn't be pushed backward
towards the floor.
"Oohoooooo!" Kelly squealed. Her body was trapped
between Jill and Jill's husband, plus her own husband.
She couldn't bend back to escape the men's indriving
cocks. She spluttered, gagged. The men fed themselves to
her like two randy young boys, enjoying their first oral
sex. They arched their hips and competed to drive their
strong dicks deep into Kelly's slim throat. The blonde
tried begging for mercy. Her words were silenced by the
twin prongs stuffing themselves into her mouth.
When it seemed Kelly would faint from lack of air, both
men yanked themselves back.
"WHOOSH!" Kelly gasped, drawing in breath as soon as she
was free of the dicks.
"Are you okay?" Jill asked the blonde.
"Oooooo! I couldn't breathe!" Kelly said. She took
several deep gasps. "But now I can," she added, as if to
allay any fears that she'd suffered harm. Her voice was
high. Briskly she rubbed her smacked bottom.
Jill reached around Kelly's slim hips and insinuated a
finger into her cunt.
"Oooh, don't!" Kelly pleaded. At the same time she
wiggled her hips, as if to urge Jill's finger to desist,
or perhaps to plunge more deeply.
"The first thing you're to learn is that you must never
touch yourself here, except on express orders," Jill
said in a whispering voice to Kelly, while touching her
slit. "The second is that you must never refuse
another's touch here."
"Oooh, it makes me feel funny," Kelly said. Her words
were shrill. She'd never been touched by another woman
before.
"Yes, of course it feels unique, dear," Jill said. She
flicked at Kelly's special place with a sharp, manicured
fingernail. "Let's get that little cunny of yours
buzzing, hmmm?" Jill said.
For the next several minutes both men watched, awe-
struck, as the two women kneeling beneath their cocks
touched. At first, Jill felt Kelly from behind. Then
Kelly turned, urged by Jill, and reciprocated by
fingering Jill's slit. Soon both women were kissing as
they continued to massage each other between their open,
thrust-forward hips. Their digits explored each other's
slits. Saliva mingled in their mouths as their fingers
delved for, and found, honey-moistened flesh.
"Mmm! Mmmm! I want to be a mommie!" Kelly babbled as
Jill's finger brought her to the sharp edge of an
orgasm. Jill laughed. She drew her finger out of Kelly's
furred nest.
"What a strange desire, for someone so newly married!"
Jill said.
"Put it back!" Kelly gasped, looking at Jill's finger.
"No, my sweet. I only wish to excite you. Not to make
you cum," Jill said.
"Ooooh!" Kelly sighed. Her eyes were glazed. She looked
up at her husband, then at William. The men stared down
at her.
"I'll handle it," William said.
"No you won't, dear," Jill said. "We have a long night
ahead of us. Days, perhaps. We will take our time. All
of us." She rose from the floor. She waved her riding
crop at her husband, for he still seemed intent on
dropping to the floor and bringing Kelly the bliss she
desired.
Jill looked down at the girl at her feet. With soft,
manicured fingers, she reached down and seized the
girl's arm. She drew the young bride to her feet.
"We have much to do, and though plenty of time, not
forever, to do it in," the brunette said.
"Mmmm, put your finger back in me," the blonde said,
imploringly, but her eyes were glazed and she was
willing to do whatever was asked. Jill had plans.
A few minutes later John found himself standing before a
series of wooden stocks. Each was small, and placed at
the level of his groin. His penis arched out toward
them. He gazed with wonder at each of the stocks. They
were like little baseboards on a guillotine, nine of
them, each lined up right behind the other. Their halves
could be closed, and then adjusted by the use of screws.
At the moment each one of them stood open, the top board
flipped up, like a flip-top lid hanging open on a
container. John guessed that, given the right incentive,
the top of each stock could be brought down and snapped
shut. He stared at the small stocks. They looked
perfect, for holding something in place. But what?
In the center of each of the stocks was a hole. It was
fairly small. It was a single hole, placed in the middle
of each of the stocks. A man might fit his wrist
through; no, the hand would be too big. There was no
possibility of him sticking his neck through. What could
such a uniquely sized hole be for? Something long, John
guessed, and uniform in width all along its length.
"Those sure are odd-looking stocks," John confessed to
Jill. He felt a tremor run up his back. It made his
balls quiver between his legs.
"They're for your penis!" Jill said. She smiled happily.
She fingered the nearest stock. Her hands caressed it
lovingly. She beckoned John forward. He saw that she
wanted him to stick his dick through it. In fact, John
realized, she might wish for him to thrust his organ
through several of the stocks. They were lined up one
after another in front of him. Their holes formed a kind
of wooden vagina.
"I'm not supposed to put my head or my hands through
these stocks, then?" John asked. He stood erect before
the nearest guillotine-like stock. He admired how
closely it would hold him if he were foolish enough to
insert himself in it.
"That's right," Jill smiled. She adjusted the height of
the stock, eyeing his dick, turning the screws so there
would be just enough room for him once the stock's top
was brought down. Then, John guessed, if he did offer
himself, and let her close the stock, she would lock it.
There were latches on the right side of each stock, to
hold it shut over whatever was put through it.
John shivered. He looked at Jill's hands, touching, with
spider-like grace, the bolts running through the wood.
He longed to have something hold his penis, even if it
trapped him.
Jill's eyes dared John to insert himself. He felt like
Adam tempted in the garden. Except here, he might lose
more than Adam did. Who knew what might happen to him if
he allowed himself to be fastened down in the stocks?
John flexed his arms. He glanced at his wife. She stared
blankly; frightened, yet impressed. Like a weightlifter
contemplating a lift, John flexed his arms again. He
arched his back. He flexed his hard, muscled thighs. His
penis wobbled in front of him; lewd, exposed, its length
fully hard and turgid.
Jill extended her riding crop out past John's waist. She
gave him a smack on his bottom. It was a playful smack.
John flinched at the feel of the leather striking his
bottom.
"Oh! Don't mark his buns!" John's wife cried. She put a
hand to her face. She watched with awed eyes. William
stood beside her. Jill ignored John's wife. In a soft
voice, her eyes bright with invitation, she told John of
her plans.
"We have men with penises of varying lengths visit us,"
Jill told John. "What you're to do, John, is insert your
penis through the nearest stock. I'll lock it over your
cock so you can't escape. Of course, a slim wooden
stock, locked round the base of your penis, would allow
most of the rest of your dick to be exposed. So each of
the succeeding stocks, behind the first one, will be
locked down over your dick as well. I'll lock each one
in turn over your cock until only the head of your penis
remains. Then, we'll be done."
"What then?" John asked, fascinated.
"You'll see," Jill smiled.
"Oh, I'm frightened for him!" Kelly blurted. She gripped
William's hand, holding his hand like a small child
might, or a lover. William's sleek cock stuck out from
between his legs. Kelly's free hand dropped from her
mouth and slapped her thigh, impatiently. She yearned to
diddle her own slit to excitement. At the same time she
wanted to yank on William's erection. She was a buzz of
erotic confusion and contradiction, watching as her
husband was lured into doing something undreamt of with
his penis.
"Don't worry, you're both newly married. I'm not going
to harm your husband's penis," Jill assured Kelly. She
smiled at the girl. "I'm just going to give it a
workout."
"Oh," Kelly said.
John took a deep breath. He advanced. He placed his
dick within the half-moon shaped holes that were cut in
the center of each of the pieces of wood. Jill grinned.
It was a cat-like grin. Her long-lashed eyes fluttered
demurely. She extended her small pink tongue and licked
her lips. As soon as John had presented himself,
settling his dick in the bottom of each of the open
holes, Jill acted. She shut the nearest stock. John felt
it grip his penis. It clutched at the base of his cock.
Only the latex of the condom that hugged his dick kept
the bare wood from pressing directly against John's
flesh. Nonetheless, through the thin latex, John could
feel the unfinished wood. It felt raw. He wondered if it
had any splinters in it.
The snap of the first stock, closing over John, sounded
loud in the underground room. Kelly flinched as she
stared at the raw wood gripping her husband's flesh.
Jill closed a latch on the end of the stock. She worked
slowly. Each stock had five latches on it which had to
be snapped shut individually. They were gold in color.
They looked like metal laces. They were delicate in
their design. Yet together, Jill guessed, all of them
closed, they would hold her husband fast.
Jill savored the sight of John's penis engaged by the
wood. She licked her lips repeatedly. When all the small
latches at the end of the first closed stock were in
place, Jill went to the table beside the bed. She opened
a drawer. She took out a large, heavy padlock. She
walked with swinging hips back to the stocks, where John
stood. With a grin she snapped the padlock over the
middle latch in the nearest stock.
"I take it speed isn't of the essence here," John said,
looking at the strange assortment of latches at the end
of each stock. He realized that all of them would have
to be closed, individually. Then each one would have to
be separately locked.
"No, speed isn't important," Jill smiled. "You won't be
going anywhere anyway, even with just the first stock
closed around the base of your dick. Go ahead. See if
you can open the stocks. Use your hands if you like."
John did. He tried to break free. He wrenched on the
stock enclosing his penis. It didn't budge. Not only was
the post holding up the stocks firmly planted in the
ground, but the wood itself was now tightly locked
around the base of his dick.
Jill picked up a bottle of perfume. It had an atomizer
attached to it. She squeezed the ball on the atomizer
and spritzed John's penis with male cologne.
"What's that for?" John asked.
"Something to soothe your erection," Jill said. "You're
going to be locked up for awhile. I figure I should
apply this now, before you're all covered over with
wood."
"I could always spend and get out of this thing," John
said.
"Oh, we'll see about that," Jill smiled. She finished
anointing John's cock with the cool droplets of cologne.
One by one the stocks were fitted over John's erection.
When Jill was finished, it took seven of the nine
available stocks to lock down John's cock. Only the head
of John's penis showed when Jill was done. It stuck
through the last stock, large and red, a knob looking
for fingers to turn it. Jill did, twisting it a little.
John cried out.
William laughed.
"And now a decoration," Jill smiled. She took a knife
and carefully cut open the end of the condom on John's
dick. John cried out, fearfully, but Jill hushed him. "I
told you that you wouldn't be hurt if you obey," Jill
said.
"But what if I cum?" John asked. "There's no guarantee I
won't, you know."
"Oh, I think there might be," Jill replied. Tossing
aside the bit of cut-away condom, she walked over to the
bed. She took a flower from the vase on the bedside
table. Greasing the tip of the flower's stem, Jill
inserted it into John's peehole. John gasped.
"You're making me look like some kind of a faggot!" John
protested.
"Just wait," Jill said.
A few minutes later John found out why he wouldn't be
able to escape from his predicament, even if he reduced
the size of his penis by spending. William bolted a
trestle to the floor behind John. He inserted the
trestle's legs into pre-arranged holes in the floor.
Then his wife went to work. First, she put shackles on
each of John's ankles. Then she locked his ankles to the
legs of the trestle standing behind him. Next, she put a
vise on top of the trestle. Within the jaws of the vise
she placed a dildo. Jill eased apart the cheeks of
John's ass. Carefully she oiled the rim of his anus.
"Hey! What are you doing?" John asked. He gazed back
over his broad, powerful shoulders. Jill cupped one of
his small buns with her hand, pulling it away from the
other, and poked eerily in-between his cheeks.
"You'll know quite distinctly in just a minute, dear,"
Jill said. Then she shoved the end of the dildo up
between John's ass cheeks.
"Honey!" John cried. He jerked. He gazed wildly at his
wife. But Kelly, seeking refuge beside William's
imposing figure, only laughed. She thought her husband
looked silly with something stuck up his ass, and his
penis trapped between boards. She told him so.
"Don't insult your husband, Kelly," Jill said.
"I'm sorry," Kelly said. "But he does look totally
ridiculous."
Then it was Kelly's turn to be put on display. Jill
handed the girl a jar of fresh icing. It was vanilla
icing, for a cake. But instead of being given a cake to
decorate, Kelly was given the same knife that had been
used to cut open John's condom.
"Spread the icing over your pussy," Jill commanded
Kelly. The blonde, trembling, obeyed.
"Oooh, it's chilly," Kelly remarked. The icing had been
kept in the refrigerator. It felt like liquid ice
against her skin. She worked slowly, using the sharp
knife, spreading the icing over her warm muff. She had
to be careful not to cut herself with the knife. She
already had a slit between her legs. She didn't wish to
enlarge it.
When Kelly had completely covered her pussy with icing,
Jill took the jar and the knife away from her.
"Now, using just one of your fingers, I want you to wipe
all the icing off of yourself," Jill said.
Kelly poked at herself with one of her fingers. She bit
her lip, enjoying the sensation of her finger diddling
her slit, scooping up icing. She passed her finger
between her legs and lifted it aloft. She displayed it
to the others.
"I need a napkin or something to clean my finger with,"
Kelly said.
"No you don't. Lick your finger clean," Jill replied.
"Oh," Kelly answered. She contemplated her finger a
moment. It was covered down to the middle knuckle with
icing. But that wasn't all. Kelly knew she was wet
between her legs and, in addition to the icing, mingled
in with it, was natural lubrication from her cunt.
Kelly opened her mouth. She didn't want to taste
herself! But William and Jill gazed at her with hard,
uncompromising eyes. She glanced at her husband. He was
no help at all, trapped by his cock between seven
guillotine-shaped blocks of wood. She made a face and
popped her finger in her mouth. It wasn't too bad. The
icing was sweet. But she thought she could taste herself
mixed with the icing. She'd never done that before; it
scared her. Yet, with the others looking on, she licked
her finger completely clean.
"Very good, Kelly," Jill said. "Keep at it until your
pussy has no more icing on it."
"Mmmm. The icing is sweet," Kelly said. But she knew it
wasn't just the sweetness of the icing she was tasting.
Jill smiled, and said, "I'm sure it is, Kelly." And then
Jill smirked, and Kelly blushed, fiercely. Oh, how
embarrassing, to taste yourself in front of another
girl! She hesitated. She lowered her finger to her belly
but inserted it in her navel instead of letting it
travel on down to her iced bush.
"Kelly," William said. "Do as my wife says. We keep a
bull whip on hand for girls who can't obey."
"Oh!" Kelly shouted. She gazed at her husband. He
grinned, impressed by the idea of seeing his wife eat
herself out.
"Do as they say, honey," John told her from across the
room. "I want to see you eat your own pussy."
Slowly, painstakingly, Kelly wiped her pussy clean. She
used just one of her fingers, cleaning it in her mouth.
"Mmmm, this is a fun way to eat icing," Kelly confessed.
She rotated her hips with pleasure. It was pleasant to
be able to finger herself, even if it was highly
embarrassing. She shoved her hips forward and smiled at
William.
"God, how beautiful she looks!" John, still trapped in
the stocks, exclaimed.
"You have a lovely wife," William, standing nearer the
girl, agreed.
"I'm glad I'm not being punished like John," Kelly said.
She gazed at his taut behind, split apart and penetrated
by the trestle-mounted dildo. She gave a heartfelt
wiggle. She was naked and free, and enjoying the icing-
laced taste of herself. She dug anew in her slit for
more icing. She popped her finger in her mouth. She
sucked it, then brought it out again and diddled it
again in her slit. "Except, except," Kelly said. "I have
to cum!" Kelly cried. She massaged herself freely. She
did not lift her hand to her mouth again, though her
finger became quickly covered with icing.
"Kelly! No!" Jill said. She walked behind the girl and
struck her on her bare fanny with her crop.
"Hoooooch!" Kelly shouted. With her free hand she tried
to cover her bottom. She rubbed it. "Don't!" Kelly
implored, still massaging her pussy with her index
finger of her other hand.
"Control, Kelly," Jill said. "Put your finger in your
mouth and lick it. Don't keep stroking your cunny once
you've got a finger load of icing."
"Mmmm, yes," Kelly breathed. She obeyed, but
reluctantly, taking her finger from her slit and licking
it. "This is kind of like torture if I can't cum," Kelly
confessed.
"Yes. It's supposed to be," Jill replied.
"When do I get to cum?" Kelly said. Her voice was shrill
and sounded desperate.
"Not for a long time, little one," Jill said.
"Ooooh! That's much too long for me!" Kelly said. She
put her finger to her slit and paid no mind to the
injunction against masturbating. She wiggled her finger
up into herself. She filled her digit with icing but did
not bring it to her lips.
"Kelly!" Jill scolded.
"Ooooh! I can't help it!" Kelly wailed. "I need to cum
NOW!"
"She thinks this is her bridal chamber, but it's our
house!" William said angrily.
Jill grabbed the blonde's wrist. She yanked the girl's
finger out of her slit. Kelly stared at the woman.
"I'm sorry," Kelly gasped.
"It's time we took a firmer hand with you, young lady,"
Jill replied. The blonde looked toward her husband. But
there was nothing John could do, for he was trapped by
his penis in the stocks.
William went to the bed. Kelly's eyes trailed after him,
gazing at his hard, haired butt-cheeks. She expected him
to call her to the bedside but instead he bent down and
pulled something out from under it.
Shoes. Kelly gazed at them. They were small, white
tennis shoes. They looked just about right for her feet.
Along with the shoes William took from under the bed a
pair of socks, as well as a soft, fluffy white towel.
William walked over to Kelly. Jauntily his condom-
encased cock bounced with his stride, like an eel
quivering through water, except his cock was moving
through the cool air of the room. Kelly wondered if
William's penis felt hot, inside its latex sheath. She
admired the torpedo-like shape of it. Its long shaft
ended in a bulbous head of obscene size; like a big nut
stuck on the end of a tire iron. She wondered
apprehensively if William had any plans for sticking
that big nut-like head of his up inside her. Surely he
must. She shivered. William walked up to her and dropped
the shoes at her feet.
"Put them on," William said.
"I don't really need shoes down here, with such a soft
carpet," Kelly said.
William took both Kelly's hands in his. He gripped her
slender wrists and looked into her eyes.
"Kelly," William said. "Despite any pain you may suffer,
you'll find that my wife and I always take utmost care
of our captives. I want you to sit down on the floor and
put on these socks, and the shoes. Then we'll continue
with your training."
Kelly bit her lip. Then she began to kneel, to slide
down William's body, feeling the knobby head of his cock
banging against her as she moved. William held her wrist
aloft and stopped her.
"Let me unfold this towel first, so you can have a nice,
soft seat for your bottom to rest on while you put on
your shoes," William told Kelly.
"I don't really need, I--" Kelly began. She wiggled in
William's grasp.
"You'll be glad I paid such kind attention to your
bottom, in a few minutes," William said to Kelly.
"Why?" Kelly asked.
"Because he's going to march you around the room and
spank it!" Jill blurted. She seemed slightly peeved at
how mesmerized her husband was. His eyes glowed at the
young blonde wife, showing a passion she'd not seen in
them since they'd first met.
"Oooh! I don't want to be spanked!" Kelly said. But, at
the same time, she deftly took the white socks out of
William's hand. The man dropped the towel he was holding
down on the floor. Kelly turned, bent, and unfolded the
towel so she could sit upon it. Then she sat down. She
sat like a child, her thighs open wide, and picked up
the shoes. She lifted a foot into the air and pulled the
shoe on her foot. Merrily she tied the laces, as if to
run outside and play. Now and then she cast a flicking
upward glance to see if William was paying attention. He
was.
Jill handed William the wooden paddle Kelly had first
seen him holding when she'd entered the basement, coming
out of the changing room.
"Thanks," William said absently to his wife. He never
took his eyes off Kelly.
"Be sure to make her lift her knees nice and high," Jill
told her husband. "And to keep her hands up behind her
neck. Any mistake, and she should be given an exemplary
blow, harder than the rest, so she'll develop a perfect
posture."
"I'm sure I know what to do," William said in a
distracted voice to his wife. Kelly finished tying her
shoes and stood up. She smiled at William, delighted
with the big man's attention. She tried to ignore the
paddle he was holding. Instead, she focused on his eyes.
With her fingers, she reached out and tentatively
touched the knob-head of his penis.
"Kelly," William breathed. His voice sounded deep and
throaty.
"Yes, sir?" Kelly asked in a high-pitched voice. She
gave the knob of his penis a slight twist.
"Agh. Kelly," William said. His hand, holding the
paddle, trembled.
"Your dick reminds me of a stick shift in a sports car,"
Kelly told William.
"That's nice, Kelly," William said. "I want you to put
your hands up behind your neck. I could lock them, but I
want to train you to hold them there."
Immediately, though she must have guessed what William
had in store for her, Kelly clapped her hands to the
back of her neck. Her breasts, lifted and displayed by
the gesture, shook tenderly. Kelly gave William a big,
eager smile. William nearly dropped the paddle he was
holding.
"Kelly, I want you to turn around," William told the
girl. She obeyed, at once. William was impressed. She
was so willing! William patted Kelly's behind with the
wooden paddle he was holding. He watched as a tremor ran
up from the girl's tail bone all the way to the back of
her neck, where her hands were. Surely she must be
afraid, William thought. Yet she was keeping her fear
under control and doing all she could to please him.
William felt like grabbing his dick and shoving it up
her ass, he was so impressed with her. In the event, he
almost did spill, just looking at her eager young body.
He paused, drew in a deep breath, and waited while a
tremor seized his cock and then subsided.
"Kelly, I want you to march around the room. Around your
husband," William said. "March in a big, wide circle.
I'll be behind you all the way. You must lift your knees
as high as you can." William tapped Kelly's behind with
the paddle. She flinched. He marveled at the way the
girl's bare bottom cheeks quivered at the touch of the
wood; like twin halves of a ball, tight and perfect in
their shape. "Begin," William ordered.
Kelly, who had been a Majorette in High School, proudly
lifted one of her knees. She felt her bosoms bounce as
she did, and gasped. She had always worn a bra when she
marched in the band in High School.
SLAP! A gentle splatting of the paddle struck Kelly's
bottom.
"Oooch!" Kelly said. It was a soft, surprised remark, in
response to a controlled, well-placed blow of the paddle
against her ass.
SLAP! The paddle struck again, this time a little
harder.
"HooOOCH!" Kelly said. But she never missed a step as
she picked up first one knee, then the other, making a
wide, marching circle around her husband's trapped form.
John watched. He groaned when he saw the paddle strike
his wife's bottom. He jerked his hips. He tried to free
himself from the stocks. But he was locked in, the wood
fettering his penis, its hardness tight against his own.
Jill walked up to John. She was holding the bottle of
perfume again. She stood behind him and bent over. She
squirted the wet droplets from the atomizer onto John's
testicals.
"You don't really need to do that," John told Jill. He
felt rather silly having his genitals moistened with
women's cologne.
"Oh, but I do," Jill answered. She walked away. A moment
later she returned. Her bare hips swung sexily. She was
grinning. John longed for her pussy as he watched her
walk up to him. If only he wasn't stuck inside these
stupid board!
Jill had a long, black wand in her hand.
"What's that?" John asked.
"It's a cattle prod," Jill answered.
"Oook!" John heard his wife say, somewhere behind him.
She was immediately awarded with a sharp slap on her
bottom. She howled. A moment later she came marching
round in front of her husband, William following.
"Keep your eyes straight ahead, girl!" William growled.
He gave Kelly another blow on her bottom as she tried to
gape at her husband.
"YoooHoooo! Don't hoit him! He's my husband!" Kelly
wailed.
"Such a silly girl," Jill said. "I've already assured
her you wouldn't suffer any permanent damage, right,
John?"
"What's that cattle prod for?" John asked.
"I'm going to test your ability to control your desire
to spend, darling," Jill said. "It's important that all
you men practice ejaculatory control, don't you agree?"
"Yes, but--" John stammered. He watched as Jill inserted
the cattle prod up between his thighs. He couldn't close
them; his ankles were bolted to the trestle that was
fixed to the floor behind him!
"You'll feel a light sting," Jill said. "I've put it on
the minimum setting. Try not to spurt when it touches.
Ready?"
John gazed down at the wood covering his cock. "What if
I do?" he croaked. "I've got a flower stem jammed in the
end of my cock but--"
"Your jet might be so powerful you shoot it out?" Jill
said. "It's a risk, I suppose. Do you think I should put
a cup or something down on the rug?"
"Oh, I don't know! Don't touch me with that thing and
then it won't be a problem, hopefully--!" John gritted.
"HOOOOOOOCH!"
Too late! The prod touched his balls and pushed against
them, like a pencil applied to the bottom of a well-
filled balloon.
"How did that feel?" Jill asked.
"Don't do that agAIN!" John cried, feeling the prod butt
against him a second time. It sent a chill of
electricity zapping up through his testicals and even
along the long shaft of his wood-enclosed dick.
"Oh! You're hurting my husband! We won't be able to have
any babies!" Kelly howled. A SPLAT! sounded as William
punished her for speaking without permission.
"OOOOOOOHH!" Kelly cried. She wiggled her bottom. It had
red prints on it now, from where the paddle had struck.
"YOW!" John cried manfully, as the prod came into
contact with him again. It made his perfume-wettened
balls shiver like ripe fruit in a gale.
John suffered repeated contacts from the prod. All the
while, his young wife was forced to march around him,
her fanny bearing increasingly red marks as William
delivered stinging blows of the paddle. At last, Jill
called a halt to the proceedings.
"We shall have a break," Jill said, simply. It sounded
as if they'd been playing tennis, rather than sexual
games. She put her prod down on the end of the bed and
invited William and Kelly to join her.
"Ooooh! I've gotten it good," Kelly said. She let go of
her neck and slapped her hands to her ass. She rubbed it
briskly. She gazed at William with appreciative eyes.
"I daresay the little bitch liked it," Jill said. She
plopped down on the end of the bed, next to her prod.
She reached out and, grasping a strand of Kelly's long
blonde hair, she drew the blonde over to her. She spread
her legs and had Kelly stand between them.
"She showed exemplary form," William said. He sat down
on the edge of the bed beside his wife. He glanced at
the prod; his own penis stuck out like a stiff
invitation; his balls were brimmingly full and taut.
"Did she let go of her neck often?" Jill asked. She
stroked Kelly's long hair, as if combing it with her
fingers.
"Only a few times; for which she was amply rewarded,"
William grinned.
"Let me see," Jill said. She took hold of Kelly by her
waist. She turned the girl's bare figure so that she was
forced to present her backside to the young woman. "Take
away your hands, Kelly," Jill said. The newlywed wife
was still massaging her bottom.
"Ooooh! Don't spank me anymore!" Kelly begged. She let
her hands be lifted off her fanny.
"We'll see about that," Jill replied. "My, how red you
are back here, Kelly! You did get some good swats."
"They HURT!" Kelly said.
"I know they did, dear," Jill answered. She bent forward
and kissed the girl's neck. Then she whispered in her
ear.
Kelly was tasked with serving everyone drinks. Even her
husband got one. He had to take his standing up, his
cock firmly embedded in the multiple blocks of wood.
"Make him drink a lot," Jill told Kelly. "Refill his
glass as soon as he's done. I want to see him pee, with
his dick trapped like that."
"Okay!" Kelly said. She was happy. Nakedly she served
everyone, her bottom showing the signs of her
punishment. She still wore the tennis shoes William had
given her. She moved with girlish grace, mixing drinks
like a pro, despite her tender years, serving her
husband with blushing cheeks. Jill complimented her on
her ability to serve them.
"Thank you," Kelly said. "I've been trying to learn how
to mix all different kinds of drinks, so my husband can
have a different one every day when he comes home from
work," Kelly said.
"How thoughtful," Jill agreed. "And do you meet him
wearing a negligee?"
"Um, sometimes," Kelly said. "Or nothing at all."
"Newlywed bliss!" Jill laughed. She looked at her
husband. His eyes were bright. He watched Kelly as she
sashayed about, making sure everyone's drinks got
refilled.
"I'll bet you'd like to trade me for her," Jill said
accusingly to her husband.
"Uh, maybe," William answered. He grinned. When Kelly
came close, to check his drink again, he reached for her
face. He opened her lips with his finger. She smiled,
didn't complain. She sucked on his finger briefly. Then
he surprised her by pulling the black condom off his
penis. Strands of pre-cum oozed from the end of it. He
lifted it to her mouth. She resisted, a little, then let
him stick the end of it into her lips. She walked away,
holding a drinks tray in her hand, and a condom between
her teeth. It hung from her mouth and flapped against
her chin. John stared. His wife said nothing, but
continued with her duties while holding the end of the
condom in her mouth, just where William had put it.
"I have to go to the bathroom!" John announced. Kelly
giggled. The condom fell from her lips onto her tray.
Jill got up from the bed and picked up her cattle prod.
She walked over to John, her eyes glowing with mischief.
She stepped in front of him and bent over. She placed
her mouth against the tip of his penis. She kissed him.
She kissed the flower stuck in his pee hole. Then,
carefully, she withdrew the long stem of the flower from
his penis, using only her mouth. Her lips left a wetness
on the head of John's cock that made it feel cool.
Spitting out the flower, Jill lifted her cattle prod.
"What th--? You wouldn't!" John gasped.
ZZZAP! The tip of the prod touched his moistened penis.
It connected with his pee hole and delivered a painful
charge of electricity to it.
"Yeeeeouch!" John cried. He twisted his hips, trying to
endure the shock of being touched in such a sensitive
place.
ZZZAP! Again the prod came into contact with his pee
hole. Again he groaned, and this time he cursed Jill.
"Stop it, you bitch!" John said.
Kelly stared. She dropped her drinks tray. A glass of
liquor spilled on the plush carpet. Kelly clapped her
hands to her face. Yet she said nothing, no word of
protest, only gaped with wonder as Jill taunted her
husband's penis. William got up from the bed. He walked
over to Kelly. He reached out to put his arm around her
but she twisted away from him.
"Just a little jolt," Jill said.
"YEEEOUCH!" John cried.
"I must remind you that you're a love slave," Jill
smiled at John. "I didn't hurt you too badly, did I?"
"I-" John gasped. He caught his breath and wiggled his
dick in the close confines of the seven blocks of wood
that were locked down over it. "It's- It's okay, I
guess," John said with amazement.
"You're quite sturdy," Jill said. "All those jolts to
your balls, and still you didn't spurt. I have a great
admiration for your control, sir. And just for that I'm
going to let you pee." She turned. "Come here, Kelly,"
she ordered.
William reached out and grabbed the girl. Then, holding
Kelly around the waist, as she wriggled and tried to
escape, he gallantly took hold of her arm. He admired
its slimness. He ran his fingers up her arm to her face.
He pulled one of her hands away from her mouth. He
gripped it in his own hand. He walked with her toward
John.
"Don't I need to be released?" John asked Jill. "I told
you, I have to go to the bathroom."
Jill picked up a small square off the floor. It had sat
innocently in a corner, unobserved, until now. She
unfurled it like a flag, and it turned out to be a
large, unopened Glad plastic trash bag. It was green.
She laid it on the floor underneath the tip of John's
penis.
"You are going to go to the bathroom, dear. Don't
worry," Jill told John. "In fact, you're going to go
right now. On your wife."
"On my wife?!" John shouted. He stared as Kelly was
tugged onto the plastic by William. She tried to resist,
a little, but William was strong and could move her with
ease when he wished to. He made her stand before her
husband, on the plastic sheet. Then he made her kneel
down. He got behind her and opened her legs. He dropped
to his knees. Kelly stared up at her husband's cock as
William entered her from behind.
"You may pee now, John," Jill said. She walked behind
the captive man. She grasped his big, full testicles in
one hand and with her other hand took hold of the end of
the dildo that was jammed up his butt. She twisted the
dildo and simultaneously squeezed his balls.
"Don't!" John gritted.
"Pee, or I'll hurt you," Jill breathed.
"Acck! I'm sorry, honey!" John shouted. A sudden stream
of pee shot from the end of his dick. It arched
gracefully through the air and splashed directly into
Kelly's mouth. It was open with surprise, her lips
parted in a pretty O. She realized she was tasting her
husband's pee and tried closing her mouth, but a hard
thrust from William caused her to jerk her lips wider
apart.
"OOOOOH!" Kelly exclaimed. William gripped her around
her waist with his big burly arms and shoved his penis
hard into her womb. She ground against him. Her bottom,
red from being spanked, stung at the contact of her soft
skin upon his haired, bristly groin. Kelly tried to
rise. William held her down. He thrust into her from
behind. He caused her to scream at the forcefulness of
his entry. In front, pee from her husband's penis
showered Kelly's face. In back, threaded up between her
legs, William's penis filled her and stretched her.
"Nooooo!" Kelly pleaded. Her face contorted in a rectus
of heartfelt emotion. She was being peed on-- and fucked
at the same time! Never had she done something so
depraved. Jill watched, and laughed. Kelly tried
twisting her head toward the woman to protest, but the
thoroughness with which William was fucking her made it
impossible. He shoved; hard, repeatedly, feeding her his
foot-long length of cock, as she strove to dismount him.
At the same time, wickedly, her husband continued to
urinate down on her. His pee filled her mouth and ran
down her throat. At the same time, the volume of it was
so forceful that it overfilled her small mouth and
splashed her cheeks. It ran down her neck. It speckled
her breasts.
"Yes, piss all over her!" Jill said gleefully to John.
She stood beside him now, no longer buggering him or
holding his balls, but enjoying the spectacle of seeing
him use his wife as a urinal. Kelly could hardly resist.
She was forcefully impaled on William's cock and being
hammered with it as if she were a rag doll. Futilely her
hands clasped at the air. Her long lovely tresses
bounced. In vain, in vain, for the urine kept splashing
upon her face while William, grunting behind her like an
animal, worked himself into a frenzy, his cock like a
huge sausage rammed up her belly.
"Oh, God! Not more!" Kelly blurted. Her eyes gaped as
William, inside her, suddenly let loose his sperm. It
gushed into her just as her husband's pee began to
subside. John watched with shocked eyes as William used
his wife to relieve his sexual needs. Kelly groaned.
William massaged her cunny with expert hands; finding
her spot easily, knowing just how to please it.
Kelly realized, as she felt William fill her and fondle
her, that the strange man knew better how to please her
than her own newlywed husband did!
"Yes," Jill said, gazing down with approval. She
extended her cattle prod and touched one of Kelly's
breasts right on the tip of its pointy nipple.
"Aaack!" Kelly hollered. An electrical charge imparted
itself to her tit. Jill laughed, probed across one bosom
to the other, and touched Kelly's other nipple.
"OoooHooooo!" Kelly groaned. At the same time William,
delving in-between her legs, made her erupt in a womb-
shattering orgasm.
John watched as, one by one, the wooden blocks were
unlocked from his dick. William and Kelly lay on the
bed, kissing. Jill was tending to John's penis. With
bright eyes she released him from the stocks. John
stared at his naked dick, amazed to see it again. He
grunted and lifted its length out of the blocks of wood.
He arched his hips. He gloried in the feel of its
newfound freedom.
Jill took John by the hand. "You're quite good at
holding yourself back," Jill said admiringly. She spoke
to John, but was looking directly at his cock. It
quivered out in front of the two of them. John gave a
sigh of relief and watched with awe as a droplet of pre-
cum formed on his penis's tip. He was okay! He felt
good. And he felt very, very full. He moved his thighs
and felt his sac of sperm bulging between them like an
overfilled balloon. "But I wonder," Jill continued,
still addressing John by way of his penis. "If you were
put to the test, I wonder, how many times could you
cum?"
It was what John had been waiting all night to hear.
Many hours later John and Jill lay intertwined on the
bed. They nuzzled each other. John was finally spent and
he relished the feel of his empty testicle sac lying
loosely on his thigh. Sure, he thought, it would be fun
to be full again, but his cock was sore from plunging in
and out of Jill. They'd done it more times than he could
recall. He closed his eyes. Jill rubbed herself between
her wet thighs and kissed John's cheek.
"You hurt me, you did it so much to me," Jill sighed.
"I'm pretty sore myself," John answered.
"Nooooo, put it in me the other way!" Kelly, kneeling by
John's head, but with William rising stiffly behind her,
insisted. They were refreshed after a long sleep, during
which Jill and John had been doing it.
"Always in your cunt. Don't you want to try it in your
ass?" William said.
"No. I'm too small back there!" Kelly insisted.
More hours passed. John found himself sitting upright in
the bed, Jill beside him, William off someplace doing
something upstairs. Kelly sat perched on the edge of the
bed. She had showered and looked and smelled very fresh.
Her hair was wet, sleekly combed. It hung down over her
small shoulders. She was naked, except for a pair of
pretty white socks.
Jill gazed at Kelly. Her hand loosely held John's.
"Kelly," Jill asked. The girl turned toward them. John
saw she was painting her nails. They were glossy, clear,
but she was putting an extra finish on them anyway, to
keep them perfect. John liked how his wife, at only 19,
still girlish, nonetheless always tried to look her
best.
"Kelly," Jill said. "Have you ever been whipped?"
"Yes," Kelly breathed. Her eyes grew round and she
patted her behind sympathetically. Actually she only
patted her hip, for she was sitting on the part of her
bottom that had been spanked. "Last night," Kelly said.
Jill laughed. "That was only a light smacking, Kelly,"
Jill said. "What I want to know is, have you ever been
whipped, with a real whip?"
"No!" Kelly said in a high, definite voice.
Jill looked at John. She squeezed his hand. She glanced
seductively at his loins as she rested beside him.
"I think she's old enough to be whipped, don't you,
honey?" Jill asked Kelly's husband.
"Would it hurt?" Kelly piped up. She had ceased doing
her nails and was sitting with a hand perched under her
chin, contemplatively. Kelly turned her eyes back toward
the girl.
"Of course it would hurt," Jill said.
Kelly thought for a moment. "Would it hurt very much?"
Kelly asked.
"Yes, Kelly," Jill said. "It would hurt very much, right
on your bottom. It might be a whipping that leaves a
weal, or perhaps even draws blood."
"Ooooh!" Kelly said. "I don't want my bottom to bleed."
"You must have some sort of mark to show you've been
whipped," Jill said. She slipped a hand under her own
bottom. "It can be only temporary, of course. A nice
weal might do, since it would be your first time."
"Where would it be placed?" Kelly asked. She shifted on
her bottom.
"Wherever the whipmaster chose," Jill answered. "It's up
to him, Kelly."
"Oh," Kelly said. She was quiet. She sat thinking, her
hand on her chin.
"I think it would be good for you," John said. He felt
his penis stiffen as he said it, despite its sore
condition.
"I--" Kelly said. Her voice trailed off.
"You would be the center of attention, Kelly," Jill
said. She lay in the bed admiring the girl. She looked
so pretty, with her hair neatly combed, her nails
perfect, white socks hugging her small feet. "It would
take place at a party. Your bottom is perfect for it.
Nice and round. Just doing it here wouldn't do it
justice. We must have a party, and there would be
guests, and we would have a banquet beforehand. In two
or three days it could be arranged, if you two don't
have to leave the island before then."
John didn't even think about the schedule they'd been
trying to keep, until they'd been waylaid by William and
Jill. Instead, reflexively, he blurted out: "We'll do
it."
"John Fredrickson!" Kelly said, loudly, saying her
husband's whole name, like a lover does when she's
shocked.
"It's settled," John said. To taunt his wife, he reached
over and cupped Jill's pudenda. Gently he massaged her
soft, wet folds of flesh.
"Mmmmf," Jill groaned. "Please don't, honey. My cunt
hurts," Jill said.
"We're going to that party," John said. He kept rubbing
Jill's nest, to keep her attention. "You're going to
arrange everything, okay? I don't know any more about
this sort of thing than my wife does."
"John Fredrickson!" Kelly said again.
"What's up?" William, coming through the door that led
to the small changing room, asked. He laughed. "Other
than my dick, of course," he added. He had a new, stiff
erection between his legs. He was naked.
"They want to have me whipped!" Kelly said to William in
a high, childish voice.
"You should be, for not letting me fuck you up your
ass," William said.
"But I don't want to be whipped!" Kelly protested.
"It is the husband's prerogative," William said. "If he
feels you need a whipping, you mustn't refuse." William
sat down next to the girl. He looked very large beside
her. His muscles flexed and he tenderly put an arm round
her waist. He flexed the big penis hanging between his
legs. "And if you were my wife," William added. "You'd
no longer be an anal virgin, I can assure you of that."
"Oh!" Kelly shouted. Tears sprang to her eyes. William
kissed her cheek. "Lie back, he said. I'm going to fuck
you."
END
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.
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