From: rdragon@ix.netcom.com(***)
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: John, Carol And A Bottle (MF, bd, cons)
Date: 14 Jul 1996 16:39:26 GMT

		      John, Carole and a Bottle
				  by
			     John Sellers

	I wouldn't want you to get the wrong idea. My wife and I are
not always getting up to `unusual activities' but we decided when we
first got married that we should work hard to keep some sparkle in our
sex life... hence the `games'.

	About four or five times a year (it used to be more often) we
act out our fantasies and really go to town. This particular event
happened about eighteen months ago and to the best of my recollections
what happened was this...

	I'd got home from work about 7:00 and usual sat down to my
tea. My son was already in bed and Carole (my wife) sat watching me
with a permanent grin on her face. I finished my tea and went into the
living room, my wife followed still smiling. "Ok," I said, "What's
up?" "I wondered whether you were in the mood for a game?" she
replied. "Whose turn is it? (to choose the plot)," I asked.

	"Mine," she said gleefully. "You've got something planned," I
said. "What's the matter, lost your bottle?" she said scornfully.
Bottle!, then I remembered, in our last game I'd forced her to take
most of a half pint beer bottle up her cunt, she reckoned it had hurt
her (anyone would think I'd left the top on) and she said she was
going to get even. "Well?" she asked.

	"Ok then," I said, "What's it to be?" "First you've got to
promise not to go back on your word," she said. "I promise now put me
out of my misery," I replied, wishing immediately that I hadn't said
that last bit. "Well first I want you undressed,"she said.

	"Where?" I asked. "Here," she said, "in the living room, by
the fire." Well that sounded fair enough so I stripped off.

	"What now?" I enquired. "Now," she said wickedly, "I want to
tie your hands behind your back and your feet together." "What for?"

	I asked. "Do you want to play this game or not," she snapped.

	"All right, all right," I said, "tie away." From the bureau
she produced two lengths of thick orange nylon rope. `She's been
cutting up my tow rope' I thought as she came over and tied my hands
and feet firmly. Then she left the room for a few minutes and as I
laid there completely helpless I wondered what I had let myself in
for. Presently the door opened and she entered wearing only a pair of
long leather boots and a studded leather belt round her waist. Then I
noticed she was carrying that beer bottle and a glass. "Like a drink?"
she said pouring a little into the glass, IT WAS YELLOW!!.

	"If that's what I think it is, no thanks," I replied. "Well
we'll have to see whether you're a good boy, won't we?" she said
putting the bottle and glass on the coffee table. She came over to me
and sat on my stomach facing my feet.

	"Call that a prick?" she said flicking it with her fingers.

	"Give me a chance," I said, "I haven't had a chance to get
worked up yet." "I've seen bigger match sticks," she continued,
waggling it from side to side (Great sense of humour my wife, anyone
who didn't know me intimately would think I only had a small one).

	Then Carole reached over and squeezed my balls so hard I cried
out. "If your prick isn't hard by the time I count to ten I'll squeeze
them even harder," she said in a harsh voice. As she counted I closed
my eyes and thought of Kim Wilde, she was naked and just about to
close her mouth around my cock. "Five... six... seven, that's better,"
Carole said, "signs of life at last, but you'll have to do better than
that." Now Samantha Fox had joined Kim and was just about to squat
over my face. "Nine... ten," she continued, "well, it's not as hard
as I would have liked, but it'll do."

	Carole then reached under the sofa cushion and pulled out a
roll of thread, which she proceeded to wind round my cock five or six
times, leaving about fourteen inches hanging loose (the thread I mean,
not my cock). Turning to face me she said "Right, you snivelling
little wanker, this is where I start to REALLY enjoy myself."

	Her face had lost all trace of humour and she looked angry and
hard.

	Kneeling directly above my face she said "You can start by
eating my pussy." Craning my neck I reached up and ran my tongue the
length of her slit. She sat back on my chest and slapped me with all
her might around the face. "You useless bastard," she snapped, "Is
that the best you can do, LICK ME HARD." She positioned herself above
my face again but not near enough. I pushed up and forced my tongue
deep inside her hot hole.

	As I did so she moaned and some of her juices ran down my
tongue and into my mouth. My prick now was reaching its full potential
and the thread was cutting into it causing me great pain. This
resulted in a lapse in concentration and I stopped licking Carole's
cunt.

	She sat back and WHACK, my face stung again as she slapped me.

	"You're a dirty little cunt-sucking fucker. What are you?"
she asked. "The thread was cutting into... I began, trying to explain.
WHACK... WHACK. This time I received a slap on each cheek. She had
fire in her eyes and I knew I would have to obey.

	"I'm a dirty little cunt-sucking fucker," I said meekly. For
the first time in a while she smiled, but it was a wry smile, she was
really enjoying my pain. She positioned herself again and began
playing with her nipples (her nipples are so sensitive she can bring
herself off just by touching them alone). I lifted my head to continue
my service but she reached down and pushed it back to the floor with a
thump.

	"When I tell you to... not until."

	I was grateful that the pain had at least lessened my ardour
and the excruciating pain I had felt in my cock. Moving her hands down
to her cunt she teased her clit then opened the lips, causing several
drops of juice to splatter onto my face. She looked down, smiling at
her handywork and said "Ok, now lick me really hard."

	I pushed up and licked her clitoris. "HARDER," she yelled. I
tried but she just wasn't close enough. She reached behind my head and
forced me hard against her cunt. "STUFF YOUR TONGUE UP ME... HARD,"
she urged. I couldn't breathe I was dying!. Did she realise she was
killing me? I had to say the code word to make her stop, but all I
could manage was "mmmpppppfffff." "Do it right or I won't let you
breathe," she said.

	I forced my tongue out further than I had ever done and
reached depths of her body I never thought possible. "Ooooohhhh," she
said with deep satisfaction and released my head. Her juices covered
my face, in my eyes, up my nose, matting my hair and the amount that
collected in my mouth as I struggled for breath took two large gulps
to swallow. "That's the first time you've made me cum with your
tongue," she said softly.

	"You nearly killed me there," I said, "I'm glad that's over."

	"OVER!!" she said, the harshness returning, "I'm not finished
with you yet boy. I've been planning this for days there's lots more
to do."

	I couldn't believe it, in the past she had always lost
interest after she had cum.

	"What's next?" I asked.

	"Well," she replied "you know how I like my arsehole tickled,
I had planned that you were going to bring me off with your tongue up
there but I couldn't wait. Still never mind, you can still tongue me."

	With that she turned round and squatted over my mouth.
Reaching behind her she parted the cheeks of her bum and told me to
lick. "Ooohhh," she said as my tongue flicked up and down, "That's
niccceee." She squirmed around then sat firmly on my face, I could
just about breathe.

	"Push it up," she squealed, "I want to feel it inside me." I
tried but she was too tight. She got off of my face and turned round.
"Now you've disappointed me," she said with a wicked glint in her eye,
"It's drinky time." With the she took the bottle off of the table.

	"Now that's going a bit too far," I said. The pain returned to
my prick. She had grabbed hold of the loose end and yanked it.

	"Ok," I said, "You win."

	She squatted with her cunt just over my mouth and with one
hand parted the lips. "Open wide," she said pulling on the thread to
make sure I obeyed. I opened my mouth and she poured the contents of
the bottle over her clit, down her slit and into my mouth. It was
LIMEADE. I hate the stuff. I think piss would have been preferable.

	"You've got off easy this time," she said, "Next time You may
not be so lucky." "Is that it?" I asked. "Nope," she said, "turn over.
I want you to finger me."

	I turned onto my stomach and she positioned herself over my
hands.

	"Rub my clitoris gently or it's the strap for you." I turned
to see that she had taken off the studded belt and was holding it
menacingly over my buttocks. I moved a finger up and prodded her in a
sensitive spot "OUCH" she said bringing the belt down over my arse.

	"Can't you do anything right," she snapped, "I can see that
you haven't learnt your lesson."

	Believe me, trying to gently rub a clitoris with your hands
tied behind your back, not being able to see where the damn thing is
and with pain wracking your body is not an easy thing to do. It would
make a doozy section for the Krypton Factor, better than those stupid
puzzles they do. Another good one would be reciting a nursery rhyme
while your face is inserted up a sopping chuff... where was I... Oh
yes. Well after a few unsuccessful prods Carole was really loosing her
temper.

	"Rotten bastard," she said, "You're doing it on purpose. I've
got just the punishment for you." I waited for the stab of pain but to
my horror I felt the rim of the bottle top pressing against the rim of
my arsehole.

	"NO," I yelled tensing my arse.

	"See how you like a bottle up YOU," she said pushing hard.

	I was fighting a losing battle and my sphincter muscle was
fading fast. Bit by painful bit the bottle went in till it reached the
wide part.

	"That's enough, it won't go any further," I offered. "I took a
lot more up me," she answered and continued pushing. That was it. I
couldn't take anymore she was ripping me apart. I screamed the code
word and she stopped.

	"Sorry," she said, "Have I gone too far?" I laughed at the
innocence of the question. "I can't take any more of that bottle," I
said.

	"Do you want to stop the game?" she asked.

	"No," I answered, "I've come this far, I'll see it through.
Just remove that bloody bottle."

	She removed the bottle and turned me over onto my back. "Just
one more thing," she said.

	"What's that?" I asked.

	"Where's my fuck," she replied.

	I looked at the pathetic limp object between my legs and said,
"No chance."

	"I thought of that," she said, "I've a little story for you."

	Carole does know how to tell a good sexy story.

	"Guess who I went to see this morning?" she said. "Who?" I
asked. "Julie," she said.

	Now Julie is our niece, she was seventeen and gorgeous and
Carole knew I had the hots for her.

	"I got her out of bed. Did you know she sleeps only in a pair
of knickers? She's getting a very big girl, her tits are larger than
mine... and so firm and proud."

	It was working, my cock was finding a new lease of life. She
continued, "We chatted while she got dressed. You'd have loved to have
seen what I saw when she took those knickers off. The cutest arse...
and that cunny of hers... it looked so sweet I wouldn't have minded a
taste myself." I winced as I realised the thread was still wound round
my cock, and it was starting to pull tight again.

	"Yes," she went on, "when she sat down and lifted her leg to
put a clean pair of knickers on her cute little cunt parted and it was
so pinky and moist. I even caught a whiff of it, most delightful. If
only you could have been there and seen it, You would have creamed
your jeans."

	By now I had a raging hard-on and Carole mounted it. "Arghhh,"
I yelled as the pain got more intense, "You'll do me a serious
damage."

	"Trust me," she said, "Remember I'm a nurse."

	"Did they teach you this at college or did you pick it up on
the ward," I quipped.

	"I nearly forgot the best bit," she said, "I brought back a
souvenir for you."

	Again she reached under the sofa cushion and this time she
produced a pair of knickers. "I retrieved them from Julie's linen
basket, they're the one's she was wearing last night, she'll never
miss them."

	"Aaarrrggghhh," I yelled again as my cock reached bursting
point.

	"And just look at these stains," she said showing me the
crotch, "Looks as if Julie was a very naughty girl last night. Here
enjoy yourself," she said placing the crotch over my nose and mouth.
The conflict of pain and pleasure was indescribable.

	"Oooohhhh," Carole moaned getting more and more worked up,
"Your prick feels just like one of those ribbed dildos." (I never even
knew she'd ever experienced a ribbed dildo).

	Luckily Carole didn't need much stimulation and with a cry of
"Fuck me, fuck me, ooooh yes, that's ittt, I'm coming, I'm cominggg,
NOW, AAHH, FUCK, FUCK, FUCK, AAAAHHHhhhh," (She's got a way with
words), She climaxed for the second time that night and collapsed.
"Please take that thread off," I whimpered. "Sorry darling," she said
lovingly, easing herself off of my prick. Soon she had released the
thread and my bonds and looking up at me said, "You just lick on those
knicks babe, think of Julie's lovely little cunt and leave the rest to
me." She then lowered her mouth over my aching prick.

	It didn't take long with all of those sensations taking
control of my body and within seconds I had the most violent orgasm
and shot so hard and long into Carole's mouth that her head jerked
back with the force. Quietly she took the bottle and dribbled the
spunk into it thinking I hadn't spotted her. Handing me the bottle she
said, "Here darling why don't you finish the LIMEADE." "You don't catch
me that easy babe," I replied, "But I think you forgot where that
bottle's been when you put your mouth round it just now."

	I can still remember the look on her face... and thinking to
myself, `There is justice after all'.