It started out to be a pleasant excursion. Dolly and Donald Pritchard were taking a second honeymoon on board a luxury cruise ship.
Dolly knew that her husband had a violent temper, but she rarely provoked his anger. She knew that if she did, she'd wind up with a burning, red hot ass!
Donald believed in discipline. He brought the paddle and the hairbrush, and his strapping straps along on the voyage, just in case he needed to use them across the upturned ass cheeks of his good looking wife.
When Dolly became ill on board, the doctor checked her out. The diagnosis was simple. Dolly was pregnant.
But there was one catch: The ship's doctor examined Donald, too. His sperm count was low. He couldn't produce a child.
"You slut!" he shouted, so loud that the people in the adjoining cabin could hear every word. "You've been whorin' around. You've been givin' your snatch to every dick you could slide your cunt lips over!"
"No, no I haven't," Dolly Pritchard lied.
That earned her more than she would have gotten if she'd admitted the worst. Mr. Pritchard wasn't playing around. He was going to teach his wife how to behave once and for all.
Their second honeymoon became Mrs. Pritchard's voyage of pain!
CHAPTER ONE
The first thing men noticed about Dolly Pritchard was usually the way she lit up the street when she walked down it.
She was blonde, very blonde, and the platinum glow radiated from her shoulder-length hair as if a high wattage light bulb plugged into her head.
Her skin was white, translucent white. It glowed with a creamy richness.
She stroked a pink rouge on her cheeks to give her high cheekbones a highlight. There was pink on her mouth, and pink on her sex-tips.
She dressed in pale colors to accent the lightness of her style. She was walking through the aisles of the supermarket wearing a pale blue man-tailored shirt over her big, pointed breasts.
She looked as if she had been poured into the faded jeans which clung to every curve of her buttocks and long legs.
Her feet were slanted up in a diagonal direction because they were slipped into a pair of backless high heels which made her click-click-click as she walked down each aisle.
The eyes of the supermarket box boys were on her. Her box was revealed through the skintight material of her jeans.
From behind, her rounded ass globes flared out from her slender waist, presenting as hot a picture from behind as she did from the front.
She shopped for items that would be bargains, but she didn't have to be cheap. She bought the best things on the market, especially if her husband Donald liked those things. She wanted to please him.
So when the boys at the supermarket gave her the eye, she just kept on walking.
She had vowed to herself, and to her husband, too, that she would never flirt with a man other than her husband or her father, and that she would ignore the comments and whistles which came from punks like the box boys at the market.
It wasn't that Dolly didn't feel the urge, at times.
She was only human, and the desire to cheat on her husband flamed in her cunt from time to time. Donald was great in bed. There was no doubt that Donald was great sex for Dolly.
But she had never been with another man. He married her when she was a virgin, and his had been the only cock to plug her since.
She had to admit that she was a little bit-curious. Sometimes she just couldn't help notice the bulge in the pants of men on the street. When they walked by, she'd drop her gaze, and catch a quick peek at the dick bulges.
Sometimes they caught her, and sometimes they didn't. Usually they were too busy staring at her.
Aside from a fleeting glance borne of curiosity, nothing ever happened. She'd been approached dozens and dozens of times, but she always behaved the way a lady would behave and she turned them down flat.
Nevertheless, she did buy the magazines for women which featured beefcake. They stocked these magazines in the supermarket, near the check-out counters. Embarrassed to flip through the pages of naked males in the market, she would buy the magazines, saying that she was getting them for a friend.
She'd bring the magazines home when her husband was at work, and she'd lock herself in the bedroom and thumb through them.
She was curious about other men. She wondered how a man with a cock unlike her husband's cock would feel inside of her. It wasn't that his cock wasn't big enough for her, it was just that she was curious.
Some of the guys in the magazines had pricks that were curved to one side or the other, and she was sure that each prick would rub against her clitoris in a different way. She wished that it could be possible for her to find out.
Her husband had a beautiful cock with a fine shaft and a flared head. But he was circumcised, and she wondered how it would feel to have the cock of an uncircumcised man in her mouth and down her throat.
She was sure that with an uncut cock, she could use her tongue to wiggle inside the pliable flesh which her husband was lacking.
She wondered if another man would feel differently on top of her. Would their bodies fit together well? Would the curves fit together like a warm and living jigsaw puzzle, or would they be like oil and water, never able to mix.
Would Dolly Pritchard ever know?
There were a lot of things that Dolly Pritchard wanted to find out. But she knew that she had to do all of her experimentation with one person and one person alone. Her husband Donald had made it clear from the beginning.
"Dolly, I've got to lay down, the law," he told her, before they were married. "I'll expect you to be a decent wife. You are to obey your husband when he speaks, and you are to understand that I'll beat you if you disobey, or get sassy, or anything like that."
"I understand, Donald," she whispered, back then. "And I still want to be your wife. You're the one for me. In fact, you're the only one for me. I'm yours, and I'll follow where you lead."
Donald liked that. However, he wanted to keep Dolly's spirits high. He didn't want to break her or turn her into a cowering dog.
"I'll put a leash on you," he said, "but I'll give you plenty of lead so that you'll be able to go a certain distance in all directions." a symbolic way to get his point across.
"There's only one thing that I absolutely will not tolerate under any condition," Donald was quick to add.
"Yes, what's that, darling," Dolly asked.
"You are to keep your tail away from other men. You belong to me. I know that may be old-fashioned as far as some of these women's, libbers are concerned, but it's the rule I intend to live by. If you want to be my wife, you'll have to understand that my dick is the only dick you'll ever touch."
Dolly wasn't a women's libber by any means. She enjoyed flaunting her voluptuous charms, and she enjoyed the fact that her husband would think enough of her to make sure that he kept her for himself.
"Oh, Donald, how in the world could I want anybody besides you?" she enthused.
"I don't know, honey," he answered as he lifted his dumbbells up over his head. "Maybe you could get a little bit crazy sometime."
"Then you'd beat the craziness out of me, huh, tiger?" she cooed.
"Yeah, bitch," he said, and he gave her a wink. "You'd like that, wouldn't you?"
"I would not!" she snapped. "It would mark up my beautiful body."
Donald didn't say anything. He just kept pumping iron.
Dolly plopped down on the king sized bed and watched her husband develop his muscles. Her big breasts were positioned halfway over the side of the bed, and her full-fleshed bottom was sticking up.
"How do you like it?" Donald asked, as he worked out with the weights.
"I like it," Dolly answered, deliberately speaking in a sexy, little girl voice. She knew that she could really turn her husband on when she spoke that way. "I love to watch the sweat drip down in rivulets off those big muscles of yours. Ow, I could just run my tongue all over those sweaty muscles right now."
Donald grinned and continued to pump. If Dolly hadn't been the room, he probably would have stopped the workout earlier, but he wanted to show off and turn her on.
"Mmmmm, I like the way your muscles pump out when you strain," Dolly cooed.
"Yeah, huh?" he said, sort of grunting between presses.
"Oh, yeah," she sighed. She was licking her lips and letting the gloss turn her husband on as he exercised.
They were turning each other on! Even after a full year of marriage, they were hotter than hell for each other.
"Baby," Dolly cooed, as she paused from the seductive manner in which she was chewing on a piece of pink bubble gum, "if you had it to do all over again, would you, well, would you do it all over again?"
Donald let out a manly little laugh. "Sure, just as long as my strength held out," he replied.
He let out a grunt, and lowered the barbell to the floor. The sweat was dripping off his face, down his chest, and down into and under the waistband of his nylon bathing suit.
He reached in under the waistband and let some air in down there.
"Do you want me to blow in there for you, and cool it off?" Dolly asked.
"That wouldn't get me any cooler. It would only get me hotter."
He looked at Dolly's large, white ass globes sticking way up. She was writhing about on the bed, pressing her blonde-furred pussy into the sheets.
That big bottom of Dolly's was too much for Donald to resist. He reached over and gave her a good hard swat across both globes at once.
The swat startled Dolly. It also left a red handprint across her tender flesh. It was glowing right through the thin nylon panties which clung to her rump!
"Ouch! Oh, that hurt," Dolly said, furrowing her eyebrows, pouting her pretty lips, and rubbing the sore ass flesh.
"It's not supposed to tickle," Donald said.
"But why did you spank me like that? I didn't do anything," she said.
"Aw, just looking at those buns of yours made me hot to give 'em a smack. But don't think that you were bad, honey. You're damn good."
"Yeah, sure," Dolly said, still rubbing the aching flesh.
"But don't get bitchy with me, Dolly, or you'll learn what a spanking is."
He had to caution her when he heard the irritability in her tone. Dolly was quick to soothe herself, because she knew what a real beating was. Donald had shown her on more than one occasion in their year of marriage.
"I'm sorry," she apologized. "Come on, baby, lift your weights. You get me all hot when you pump iron like that."
He grinned that sheepish grin of his and resumed his exercises in bodybuilding. He took his hundred and fifty pounder, and curled it to build up his forearms.
"I'm going to count the strokes out for you," Dolly said. She began to speak in her most sexual tones. She lowered her voice until it was barely a whisper. It was the whisper-voice she used with Donald during their nightly sex sessions.
"One, oh, baby, that's a good one. Two-Mmmmmm, so good. Three, oh, look at my man! Four, yessssss. Five, oh, he's so strong."
Donald was getting hot. He was straining every muscle of his body with his pumping. Every vein was standing out, with sweat rolling over them. He recognized Dolly's bedroom voice. It was as if his beautiful wife was counting out the number of deep strokes he fucked into her cunt.
"Oh, baby, six! Seven. Eight, just like the number of inches when your big dick is soft."
It was getting difficult for Donald to concentrate on his exercise. Of all his muscles, there was one muscle which he used most often; his dick muscle! It was no longer eight inches. It was bigger than that, and it was straining like a monster at the front of his thin nylon suit.
"Mmmmm, I loooove to watch you work your muscles," Dolly cooed seductively.
She was blowing bubbles with her bubble gum; big, pink bubbles which reminded Donald of her big, pink cunt. She was hiding her pussy from him by undulating it into the sheets. But her full ass globes were getting him hot.
"My backside is still burning from that smack you gave me," Dolly told her husband. "It's still tingling, but it's beginning to feel good."
"I should give you a real spanking and have you count out the smacks. I bet you wouldn't be using that tempting tone of voice then. Ha! You'd be moaning and yelping and crying."
Dolly's big pink bubble popped.
She sucked the sticky substance back into her mouth.
Her husband picked up his matched pair of dumbbells and started pumping them from his shoulders up over his head.
Dolly played with her nipples as she watched him. The sight of her well-built husband and the sensation it provoked in her breasts, caused the nectar of her cunt to juice up and seep out onto the sheets.
Donald could tell by the expression on Dolly's face that she was aroused.
"Why don't you come over here and suck my dick while I do my exercise," he said.
Dolly stared blankly at him for a moment. Then she got up from the bed and approached Donald. She stuck out her pink tongue and found the center of his chest with it. She licked a wet trail down to his washboard stomach muscles, licking up the salty sweat as she went.
He made a low groan when he felt her tongue at the top of his bathing suit. She licked over the waistband and continued on over the pubic hair which was nestled below the nylon suit, just above his throbbing boner.
With her nose in his crotch, Dolly sniffed in the scent of his maleness. Then she looked at him. Her husbands arms were raised above his head at that moment, and she could see the curls of his armpits, with the sweat dripping down.
She was getting ready to follow his command and suck on his huge meat, but she had that bubble gum in her warm mouth. She took the gum out of her mouth with her fingers, and she extended her arm up, finding his lips with her fingers.
Donald's mouth took the gum inside. Neither of them had to say a word. The exchange had been made, and Dolly was down on her knees in front of her husband.
When he looked down, he saw her fluffy mane of pale blonde hair at the level of his crotch. He liked to see her on her knees below him.
He liked to feel her at his crotch!
"Suck it," he groaned. "Suck my huge dick."
Dolly kept her face aimed at his prick. She placed her fingers under the band of the nylon suit and pulled it down to expose his naked pubic area.
Now she was really assaulted with a cloud of pubic perfume released from under the restraining suit. The heady aroma made Dolly reel in unrestrained arousal. It really made her dizzy, and made her all the more desirous of his prick.
She wanted it in her mouth!
Donald felt her wet tongue tickling him under the flared head of his mushroom-shaped knob. There was a lot of area for Dolly to wet up, arid she started off with little flicks which soon became long and loving tongue swirls.
"Ah, Jesus," Donald moaned. It felt so good. Her breath was heating up his prick. He started to lift those weights again, faster this time. Anything to avoid becoming so aroused that he'd shoot off too soon.
He wanted to make this last, and so every time Dolly's talented tongue brought him nearly to the point of orgasm, he'd start pumping those weights with a fury, to divert his concentration from his cock.
Dolly's warm lips found the head of the prick she licked. She had soaked up the knob, even licking out the piss slit, and now she wrapped her wet mouth around the fuck-knob.
"Suck it," Donald repeated.
Dolly started suctioning the head. She was really trying to suck the scum right out of his nuts; pulling it up the thick shaft and down into her throat.
She gave the head a real loving suck job, and then she continued downward on the shaft, taking inch by inch into her mouth, and then down her throat.
Donald heard the slurping noise which started when Dolly got hot enough to really give her all. She was sucking him all the way down to the nuts, and each time she bobbed her head forward, the head of his prick hit the very bottom of her throat.
She kept the full length of prick inside of her for only a moment each time. Then she would slide back on the shaft, feeling the veins with the wet lips of her sucking mouth.
The man's dick was totally erect. It couldn't have been any more swollen than it was. His prick loved the feel of his wife's mouth and throat.
"Suck it all the way down and keep it inside," he told Dolly.
That was a task, for sure! But it was a task that Dolly loved. She couldn't do it all at once. She had to work her mouth down slowly and when she found herself down far enough to where she could feel his pubic wires tickling her mouth area, she had to go back up again and catch her breath.
"Breathe through your nose and suck!" Donald groaned. His voice was insistent. Dolly knew what that meant. It meant that she had better do it!
She took a deep breath and started back down on her journey to his groin. Inch after inch, his big cock filled her. He started lifting those weights up and down more quickly.
The cock was disappearing down into Dolly's throat. When she got all the way down on his more-than-eight-inch dick, she started to gag.
Donald dropped the weights at his sides. They landed on the carpeted floor with a thump so loud that Dolly was startled. But he didn't give her a chance to let the startle interfere with her sucking.
The reason he had dropped the weights so suddenly was that he wanted his hands free to use on Dolly. He grabbed her head just as she went down on his prick all the way. Donald held onto Dolly's blonde head and forced her to keep his hard prick embedded deeply inside her throat.
The force of his incredible boner inside his young wife's throat was causing her to choke. She was turning blue in the face.
She tried to pull her head back, even if only for a second so that she could take some fresh air into her. But he refused to allow her to that. He held her down on his prick despite her attempts to back off.
He was going to let her off his hook after one more moment. The point was, his cum was bubbling up from his nuts, and it was climbing up his trembling dick. He was going to blast his load all the way into her. She wouldn't even be able to taste it in her mouth, because it would fly directly into her stomach.
But just before she started to shoot, Dolly bit down on his pecker.
"Fuck!" Donald screamed. "You bit my fuckin' cock."
Dolly pulled back from him because she knew that her husband was really angry this time. She could hear the anger in his shout, and she could see it in his face.
But what she feared the most was the inevitable fact that she was going to feel his anger across her ass. He was bound to punish her for this.
"You bitch," he snapped. "What the fuck is wrong with you?"
"I'm sorry, Donald," she said, beginning to tremble and sob. "You were chocking me with that big cock of yours. I was afraid that I'd pass out."
"So? So what if you passed out on your husband's dick. I'd smack you around again until you woke up. Bitch. You bit my fuckin' cock."
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," she cried.
"Your gonna be a lot more sorry when I get through with you. I'll give you a reason to cry, bitch," he snarled.
"Please, please don't," she begged.
"Shut up, bitch. You know what you're gonna get. Now cooperate, or it'll be twice as hard."
Dolly swallowed hard. Even as she swallowed, she could feel the pain in the back of her throat which had been caused by the invading monster-dork all the way down inside her.
He looked as his naughty wife. She was beautiful when she cowered like that. She was trembling all over. The cuntal fluids frothing from fear made the front of her black nylon panties wet.
Dolly wasn't wearing anything on top, and Donald noticed how her nipples swelled up when she knew that she was going to get a beating for her misbehavior.
"You should know better than to bite my man-muscle," Donald told her. "What would you do if you damaged that thing and made it impossible for me to fuck you?"
"I wouldn't do that. I wouldn't cause any damage like that. I just had to give it a little bite to get away and catch my breath."
"You dumb cunt," he grunted. "You had no idea how hard you dug your teeth into my fuck-flesh. You bit the hell out of me. I've got a good mind to deprive you of this dick. Yeah, I should keep it away from you for a month."
"No, please don't," Dolly pleaded. "I'd go crazy without my nightly dose of your prick in my twat."
"You'd probably be out on the street like a whore, lookin' for a replacement," Donald said, taunting her.
"No, no I wouldn't," she explained. "I know what would happen if you caught me with another man. Even if you weren't fucking me every night, I'd know better than to cocktease or follow through with another man."
"I'm glad to see that you have some sense in that hot body of yours. But you're still gonna pay for what just happened. I've got to keep you in line. When I tell you to suck, you suck! If I push your head down on my dick and make you suck it the way it deserves to be sucked, then I don't expect you bite it!"
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," she repeated for about the tenth time. "I should have tapped you on the leg or something to let you know. But I just couldn't suck it all the way down like that."
"Well, we'll see if you disobey me so foolishly when I beat you. I'm gonna give you the punishment you deserve. Now, get down on the floor."
Dolly was apprehensive. He had never spanked her on the floor before. Sometimes he beat her on the bed and sometimes he took, her over his knees. But this baffled her. Still, she knew that she had better do it.
Trembling, she positioned herself on the floor.
"Do you want me lying on my back or my front?" she asked.
"I'm gonna beat your ass, so just get it sticking up!" he bellowed.
Dolly turned over so that her full breasts sank into the pile of the bedroom carpet. She placed her head down so that her chin pressed into the floor, too.
Her angry husband had a reason for placing her on the floor for this discipline session. Dolly found out what he had in mind soon enough.
He took the heaviest of his long barbells. The metal rod had heavy weights attached to both ends of it. He had Dolly place her wrists near the metal rod, just beside each set of weights.
"I'm gonna give it to you good for biting my dick, Dolly," he warned her. "I know how you start to twist and try to get away when I start blazing your ass."
"You hurt it so much," she said, holding back fresh tears.
"When it starts to get red hot you try to get away. When you kick I only give it to you harder, don't I?"
"Yes," she replied softly.
"So, I'm doing you a favor this time by fastening you down. That way you won't earn extra strokes for trying to get away," he told her.
"But I'll have to take so much," she answered fearfully, knowing that if she were tied down, there would be no way that she could escape the lashes. The barbell was much to heavy for her to even attempt to lift. It would keep her down as if it were a piece of bizarre bondage equipment.
"I have to do it to you," her husband told her. "It's my duty as your husband to do it. I care enough about your behavior to punish you. Some husbands might say that I'm being a little bit tough on you, fastening you down this way, and all. But if more husbands punished their wives when it was needed, we'd have less unhappy marriages and more happy husbands."
"But what about the wives?" Dolly asked.
"They'd be happier, too. They need to know that their husbands care enough about them to keep them in line when they step out of it. And biting down on a prick requires punishment. That's all there is to it."
He went into the kitchen and found a ball of rope. It was soft rope, and he tested it. He found it to be strong enough to hold when tied, but soft enough so that it would not dig into Dolly's flesh when he tied it around her wrists.
Returning to the bedroom, he found that his lovely wife had remained in her position of humbleness on the floor. She was awaiting her beating.
Her wrists had not moved from the position in which he had told her to place them, and he went to work securing each wrist to the bar with rope.
She whimpered two or three times as he tied her. She whimpered in anticipation of the beating she knew she was going to receive. And to think, she wouldn't even be able to squirm out of this one, because she would be tied down to the barbell!
When he finished, he stood with his legs apart, looking down at her. The lump at the front of his tight nylon bathing suit began to pulse. The sight of Dolly's buttocks, outlined clearly in her black nylon panties, stimulated him to erection.
He was going to strap those buttocks to a glow!
"Are you ready for your punishment, Dolly?" he asked seriously.
There was a moment of silence but it didn't last longer than that. Dolly knew that if she stayed quiet and didn't answer when he spoke to her, that he would give-her extra strokes with his hand, his belt, or whatever it was that he was going to use on her this time. He had a punishment box full of stuff.
"I understand that I'm to be beaten," she said. "Yes, I'm ready."
"And you know why I have to punish you, don't you, Dolly?" he said.
"Because I bit down on your cock. I'm sorry it happened, but it happened, and now I have to pay for that mistake."
"You're going to pay with pain!" he snapped, and he went to his punishment box.
He brought the box out and placed it in front of Dolly's head. Because her wrists were fastened to the barbell, she was unable to move too far from the position in which she had been tied. She could only raise her head a short distance. Her chin was still on the carpet, and the raising of her face caused the back of her neck to ache.
Donald opened the punishment box slowly. It was a ritual for him. Punishment was something he took very seriously. He considered it to be part of his duty as a husband.
His hands sifted through the assortment of punishment instruments. A quiver fluttered in Dolly's wet cunt as she watched the instruments of pain caress her husband's fingers.
"Tell me what interests you in this box," Donald told her.
"I don't know. That old army belt of yours looks interesting," she stammered.
Donald pulled out his old army belt. It was a belt of webbed cotton.
"You picked that one because you think the cotton belt won't sting, didn't you? Well, we'll see about that!"
CHAPTER TWO
Dolly's round ass globes trembled visibly.
Donald walked away from her and she heard him go into the bathroom which was just off the bedroom. She heard the water running.
When he returned, he was holding the cotton belt in his hand, and it was dripping wet!
"I'm gonna beat your ass with a fuckin' wet belt. It's gonna sting, you'll see!"
Dolly closed her eyes tightly and awaited the first blow.
Thwap! Down it came across her twin ass mounds. Thwap! Thwap! Thwap!
He wasn't kidding her. He was really laying in on. Each time the wet belt landed across her cheeks, it splattered wetness into the air.
"Take it, Dolly. You were a bitch and you need to be taught!" he told her.
"I'm sorry," she cried once again. "Please stop."
He answered her question with another round of belt smacks. This round of hits seemed even harder than the first. He had flailed the belt so strongly the first time, that Dolly could hardly believe he was hitting her even harder now.
But it was true. Either that, or the sting from the first round was making the second round hurt ail that much more.
Actually, it was probably a combination of both. And this was just the beginning. She wasn't going to get off lightly after having bitten his prick.
Thwap! Thwap! Thwap!
"Take it, Dolly, take it," he told her as he flailed her ass with the wet belt. The strap was drying off from the heat of her well-spanked behind.
When he had hit her with the wet belt more than two dozen times, he took a rest. It was as much a rest for his arm as it was for her ass.
She was glad to have the break, but she didn't realize how soon it would end. She had hoped that the beating was over, but she knew better to believe that her luck would be that good.
"Now it's time to complete this beating," he told her after a few minutes. "This time I'm going to pull down those nylon panties and whack your bare butt."
The panties hadn't offered much protection from the hurting belt. In fact, when Donald pulled Dolly's panties down below her thighs, her white globes revealed themselves to be very red. They were no longer the flawless white buns they had been before the beating.
No, now they were red all over, and the beating was only at the halfway mark!
"Please go easy on me," she begged her husband.
"Next time you go easy on my dick. You should've thought about that when you bit it."
Dolly started to wriggle her butt even before the first blow came down for this second part of the punishment. When the first few strokes of the belt slapped her bare ass, she wriggled and kicked all the more.
"Alright," Donald hissed, tossing down the belt. "You asked for it."
Dolly was really frightened now. She knew that Donald's throwing down of the belt did not mean that her punishment was over.
"I see that securing your hands isn't enough. You were told to take the punishment like the bad girl you were. Now I'm going to make sure that you do."
He was muttering something, about having been too lenient with his wife thus far. He was saying that if he had tied her securely in the first place, he might have been finished with this beating by now. "But no, I was just too damn easy with the spoiled bitch," he said.
He had another barbell and he was seeing that his weights could be used for more than one type of exercise. He was thinking that this was pretty good exercise for his arm; all this swinging of the belt.
With the other barbell, he could tie his wife down by all fours. Again, the weight of the exercise tool would make certain that she wouldn't move any more than he wanted her to, especially when she would held down both at her hands and her feet.
Using the soft rope, he tied her ankles to the barbell. He wrapped the rope under the front of her ankle one time, and then circled the metal cross bar of the barbell several times before making a knot in the rope. Donald had been an Eagle scout when he was a kid. He had also been in the army. These experiences had taught him about making knots, and his knowledge was paying off.
"Now you won't be able to get away. Not an inch!" he told Dolly.
"Give me a break," she pleaded.
"I'll give you a break. I'll break your fuckin' ass with this belt!" he told her.
He started to smack her with the belt once again. This time the wet belt raised the already-reddened surface of her ass flesh. Welts began to appear on her behind.
When that started, he knew that the beating was almost over. After all, the sight of welts on his wife's ass aroused him for a while. He knew, that he had inflicted those welts, and it gave him a sense of power.
But he wanted his wife's ass to be white and flawless for him, too. That way the target would be primed for further whippings.
Dolly was crying now. There was nothing for her to do but cry. The energy she would have expending by thrashing to avoid the spanks was channeled through her eyes in the form of hot tears.
The tears streamed down her face and into the carpet. The water from her buttocks streamed down each time the belt smacked her bare bottom.
Donald accented his words with the belt when he spoke.
"You (Spank) are the most beautiful (Spank! Spank!) young woman I've ever seen. Many men (Spank) want you, but you belong to me. (Spank, spank, spank.)
Dolly was really crying. Her sobs were heavy.
"That's why I have to beat you," he continued. "That's why (Spank) I have to teach you with the belt." Spank, spank, spank, spank, spank!
The last five strokes across her butt with the wet belt were the hardest. They landed one next to the other and they came down in quick succession. When he was finished smacking, his wife was left to cry for a white.
He didn't untie her. He left her with her face in the carpet, her hands and feet tied to the barbells, and her ass up and red.
She remained on the floor in that humiliating position, feeling the stinging in her flesh and thinking about the beating.
She wasn't angry with her husband for punishing her that way. She did feel that she deserved the punishment, even though she had to bite his cock at the time that she did.
But she wouldn't ever dare to bite his cock again!
No, she had learned her lesson the hard way. She thought about that, and she also thought of her husband's constant warning to her. He had told her time and time again not to cheat' on him. That, he had sworn, would really rile him up and earn her a beating she wouldn't forget.
Again, she promised herself that she would never cheat on her man. If she had been punished like this for biting his dick, she could just imagine what would happen if she were ever caught in bed with another man.
Time went by slowly for Dolly when she was kept on the floor as she had been. She tried to move her hands, but only her fingers would wiggle. Her wrists were firmly bound, and the heavy barbell prohibited any movement beyond the wiggling of those fingers.
She tried to bend her knees back and raise the barbell to which her feet were attached, but that was impossible also.
After what seemed like an hour on the floor in that servile position, the door to the bedroom opened again. Donald returned. He had been drinking.
He looked down at the sight of his voluptuous wife, tied to the barbells. He saw her blonde hair falling down over her shoulders and part way down her back. Her back tapered into the rounded globes of the most beautiful ass he had ever seen. And the cheeks were still red!
It was a tempting dish to set before this king. He had proven himself the master of his household by giving his wife the beating that would train her.
But there was more for the master of the house to do, and the sight of his gorgeous wife, with her black nylon panties down around her lower thighs and her firm buttocks sticking up, all red from the beating, told him without question what it was he had to do.
He had to fuck her! He just had to.
Simply looking at her like that caused his dick to stir again. He pulled off his bathing suit and tossed it near her face. Again she smelled the scent of his maleness, this time as it lingered in the material which had held his dick and balls all day, even as he worked out and as he spanked her.
The bathing suit aroma, again entered her brain, through her nostrils, and turned her on. Her pussy started churning that cuntal fuck fluid.
The carpet beneath her little twat was wet!
Donald looked down at her. "Pump your ass," he told her.
"What? I don't understand," she replied.
"I said pump your ass muscles. You know, move your ass. You're all tied down, so you can't move it except by working your inner muscles. It'll start frothing up your cunt. I want it wet and lubricated for my dick. I'm gonna fuck you."
The idea appealed to Dolly. She loved to be fucked by her husband. Dolly imagined how it would be. She pictured herself in their fluffy bed, making the soft down of the bed spring back with every wonderful thrust.
Dolly didn't know that her husband had another idea in mind.
"Come on," he said. "I wanna see those ass muscles working."
"Won't you untie me?" Dolly asked. "I've been tied down in this position for a long time. It seems' as if it's been more than an hour."
"I'll keep watch of how long it's been and I'll tell you when you've been in that position long enough. Now start your ass muscles moving. I'm going to fuck you, and I'm going to fuck you while you're tied down on the floor."
Dolly nearly screamed. She couldn't believe it. Her pussy was peeking out beneath the globes of her ass. It would be possible for Donald to get on top of her and slide his prick in, but she would have to stay in one place the whole time he fucked her, because she'd be tied to the barbells.
That would mean that when the fucking got rough, she wouldn't be able to turn her cunt away, or arch her pelvis into a position which would be less painful for the fucking of her joy box.
And being on the floor, the hard surface below her would remain unyielding, too. There would be no escaping the full impact of the fucking, exactly the way her husband decided to give it to her.
"If you don't work those ass muscles the way you were told to, I'm gonna start in on your ass with the belt again," he snarled.
Poor Dolly started working her ass like a stripper. Indeed, the cunt froth started in her young twat.
Donald stroked his big piece of dick as she performed for him. The show was a hot one for him, and he was getting ready to sink, his meat into her cunt.
He had been brought nearly to orgasm several times earlier in the day when Dolly worked her mouth on his organ. When he stopped just before cumming several times, like that, he really blasted a load when he finally hit his jackpot.
Dolly's pretty doll of a body writhed about as much as the restraints would allow. Her ass was poised upward provocatively, and her pink pussy was creaming the luscious lubrication which was required for the fucking.
When her husband's dick was hard as a rock, he was ready to prove to her that his most magnificent muscle was right between his legs. It was hanging down limply. It was up and it was raring to go.
He got down and .spread her-pussy lips apart. He looked inside at the nude inner pussy. It was wet and fleshy. Oh, that spongy vagina flesh. He knew how warm and wonderful it was when he sank his dick all the way in.
And as Dolly moaned, he inserted the head of his pecker inside her vagina from behind. When he screwed her doggie-style, Dolly liked to reach down and play with her clitoris. His dick filled her, but she needed to work her clit with her own fingers in order to experience climax.
But since her wrists were tied to the barbell, that would be impossible this time. He was going to make her experience the entire fucking without cumming. When he was ready to let her cum, then he'd squeeze her clit himself.
He was the master of the house, alright! He was the master of Dolly's cunt, too, and the soft cuntal flesh was filling up.
The lips parted and the walls stretched for the invading member. He entered her slowly. After all, the only lubrication he used this time was her cuntal fluid. That was quite a bit, but he wanted to be sure not to rip her delicate cuntal membranes.
"Oh, oh Donald, oh!" Dolly cried. The dick was sinking into her.
"Here I come again," he told Dolly. He was pushing forward into her and she was loving every inch of his approach.
He went in a ways, and then pulled back. Then he started forward into her twat once more, only to pull back again.
He did this over and over so that Dolly was well-teased. He had her begging him to shove the whole thing in to the hilt, but he wasn't going to make it that easy on her.
He inserted a bit more cock each time he moved down into her cunt, but he pulled out further and further each time, too.
When the flared head of his massive dong approached the lips each time he retracted, Dolly would beg him not to take the dick away.
"You're lucky you're getting my dick at all," he told her. "I had been thinking of keeping it from you for a month. I was gonna jerk it off in front of you and make you watch all that fabulous scum drop onto the floor."
"I would lick it up off the floor," she moaned hotly.
"You would if I let you," he shot back. "But more than likely I'd have you tied to the bed while you watched me. Then maybe I'd invite some old girlfriend of mine over and have her get all my cum while you watched."
Dolly didn't answer. She didn't like it when her husband spoke of his former girlfriends, and she hated it when he told her that he was in contact with these girls from time to time.
She knew that he had been quite a ladies' man in his school days, and his army days. She also knew that from time to time, one of his old girlfriends would call him, and they'd go out together.
She never asked him what he did on these dates with his former girlfriends. It wasn't that she wasn't curious. She was, but she didn't want to know the truth. She was afraid of what the truth might be, and so she closed her eyes to it entirely.
All she knew was that after one of his nights out with a former girl-friend, Donald always fucked her twice as hard as usual. It was good.
So she didn't want to know anything after one of these dates except if he still loved her and cared for her as much as he did before. He would always answer 'yes' and prove it with his fucking.
And yet it bothered Dolly very much to think that Donald might give his spunk to one of his former girlfriends in her presence. It bothered her twice as much, knowing that if she so much as even spoke to one of her former boyfriends, she would feel the brunt of it from Donald and his flailing punishments. That punishment box would be out in no time flat.
But she decided not to worry about something that hadn't happened. Donald was only talking, and there was nothing more to it than that. She cast the anxiety out of her mind so that she could enjoy the full benefit of this fabulous fuck.
It was as hard a fuck as she imagined it would be. The floor was unyielding and she did have to keep her cunt in one position for the bombardment of Donald's cock. And bombardment it was.
He had teased her long enough. He had pulled in and out, up and back, enough times to make her cunt walls beg for more, but deeper.
And so, just when she least expected it, Donald plunged the full length of his boner in to the deepest part of her cunt!
"Ahhhhh!" she screamed. "You hit bottom!"
He could feel the head of his cock up against inner cuntal flesh that was so deep, he thought that he had not touched that area in all the times he fucked her in over a year of marriage.
He had reached a virgin area in a devirginized cunt!
He kept his cock embedded all the way inside. Just as when he had the full length of his dick in her throat, it was a strain on Dolly to keep the full length of his prick in her cunt.
But in her position, she could only lie there and take it.
He was in so far that he could feel his balls sitting up on her ass cheeks. The flesh was still hot from the beating he had administered.
The warmth of her well-spanked ass cheeks stirred the cum in his nuts.
He became so aroused, that he started a fuck motion more frenzied than any he had laid into her before. It was a real piston action which sent the cuntal gravy in her moist hole gushing out the lips.
Bam, bam, bam. He, rammed his thing up her cunt with a fury.
CHAPTER THREE
Dolly's cunt was aching several days after her fucking. That didn't mean that Donald didn't keep banging her all week long.
When Donald was hot, he made sure that his Dolly was there to take his load of gism. He awoke each morning with a hard-on, and he relieved himself up Dolly's cunt. At night he'd fuck her, too. Sometimes he'd fuck her before dinner, sometimes after, and often, he'd fuck her before dinner and after dinner, too.
Once or twice a week he'd show up at the house in the middle of the day. He claimed that he'd gotten horny thinking about Dolly while he was at his job, and that he needed a pick-me-up fuck boost.
If Dolly wasn't home when he got there, he made sure that he waited for her until she arrived. He wanted to see that she had been out doing the shopping, or had been taking his clothes to the cleaners.
He wanted to make certain that she didn't arrive home on the arm of another man. Donald was jealous, to say the very least. And Dolly was faithful to her husband one-hundred percent.
He had never caught Dolly at anything, and he believed that it was his strict attitude which made her know better than to try anything out of line.
Even without an aching cunt, Dolly would have been concentrating on her pussy when she walked into town to see what was happening there. She was being watched by every Tom, Dick and Harry. She knew it, and she dug it. But she found herself looking back at them, despite her husband's warnings.
"Good morning, Mrs. Pritchard," Jimmy said as Dolly entered the pharmacy.
"Good morning, Jimmy," Dolly replied with a smile. She always had a special smile for Jimmy because Jimmy was, well, Jimmy was special.
Jimmy was eighteen years old, but he barely looked it. He was tall and lean, with sandy blond hair and a boyish smile. He was a little bit shy around Dolly, but she liked to watch how quickly he would warm up when they spoke to one another whenever she visited the pharmacy where Jimmy worked .after school.
This morning Dolly had almost hoped that she would avoid seeing Jimmy. In fact, that was one reason why she had gone into the store before noon. She believed that he would only be there in the late afternoon, after three-thirty when school let out.
But school had let out early that afternoon. His afternoon and morning classes at St. Francis Academy had been cancelled.
It wasn't that Dolly didn't want to see Jimmy's handsome face. It was just that she was buying something that was a little bit personal and she was a bit shy about asking him for it. Mr. St. Marks, the storekeeper, was in the back.
"What can I do for you today, Mrs. Pritchard?" young Jimmy asked.
"Oh, I'd like some toothpaste," she said, not yet ready to tell him what it really was that she wanted.
"Something that'll give your mouth some sex appeal?" he asked. And then he quickly added, "Not that your mouth isn't very sexy now. It is."
She smiled. "My husband likes that fluoride toothpaste, Jimmy."
"Oh, yeah," Jimmy answered, remembering that Mrs. Pritchard belonged to somebody else. He fantasized about her from time to time, wondering what it would be like to feel her lips on his, to kiss her, or to sleep with her for a night.
"Oh, and Jimmy, one more thing," Dolly said as an afterthought.
"Yes, Mrs. Pritchard?" the handsome boy asked.
"Uh, Jimmy, come here a minute."
The boy had turned away to get the toothpaste when Dolly called him back. There was something else and she had to whisper it to him. Their faces were so close, they were practically touching noses.
"Jimmy, do you have anything for a sore, uh, a sore woman's thing?" she whispered.
"A sore woman's thing?" he asked, a bit confused.
"Yes, You know the little pussy that a woman has between her legs. Mine is sore from too much activity with my husband."
Jimmy's face turned red and he felt his heart start beating faster and faster. This was too much. He was sure that he knew what she meant. Jimmy was used to having women ask him for sorts of personal things. There were plenty of things in a drug store for a woman's various privates.
But this was Dolly Pritchard, the one doll he dreamed about. He could hardly believe that Dolly Pritchard was talking to him about her pussy, Did he have anything for her sore pussy? Did he ever! His tongue!
But that thought left his head as soon as it had entered. It was just a thought.
"I'll ask Mr. St. Marks," Jimmy told her. "He'll know."
"Oh, uh, alright Jimmy," Dolly replied.
The boy went into the back room and told Mr. St. Marks what Dolly had said to him. Mr. St. Marks gave the boy several salves and a relaxant for aching muscles which was to be put in a tub of warm water. "Have her soak it in this," he said.
"Here, Mrs. Pritchard," Jimmy said. He gave Dolly the various creams and soaking salts, and told her what his boss had said. He forgot about the toothpaste, and so did Dolly.
"I wish I had a nice whirlpool bath to soak it in," Dolly told Jimmy. "That would feel real good on it."
"I go to a gym near here on Saturdays. They have a whirlpool bath," Jimmy said.
"Oh, maybe I can go there. I have a few hours before I have to be home to start dinner for my husband."
"I don't think you'll be able to get in, Mrs. Pritchard. You have to be a member, and the club is so full now, they're not letting any new people in for a few months, at least," Jimmy told her.
"Oh," Dolly sighed, turning"her beautiful smile into a pout.
Jimmy hated to see her unhappy, even for a moment. He quickly made an alternate suggestion.
"I have a card though," he smiled. "It has my name on it. If it didn't, I'd give it to you and let you go in my place. But using my card, I can bring a guest into the club. I could take you!"
"Could you, Jimmy?" Dolly said, her face lighting up with enthusiasm. "Oh, that would be great! But what about your job? Don't you have to stay at work?"
Jimmy thought about it. It was true that he had a commitment with Mr. St. Marks to work. But he had come in early because there was no school on that day. He was actually several hours early, and the store didn't get busy until later in the afternoon.
"I'll just tell Mr. St. Marks that I'll be out for a while, I'll get back here at my regular time. I'm sure he won't mind. He was doing me a favor by letting him help me out today."
"Oh, that's great," Dolly said. "But I insist on paying you for the time you would have been earning wages from Mr. St. Marks."
"Oh, you don't have to do that, Mrs. Pritchard," Jimmy said.
"I insist. Now, come on and let's go. My little you-know-what is aching and I want to soak it in that whirlpool so that I'll be all ready for my husband when he comes home from work."
Mr. St. Marks was nice about the whole thing, but when he saw Jimmy leaving with Dolly Pritchard, he raised his eyebrows. It seemed harmless enough, but he knew that Dolly's pussy was sore, and now he saw her leaving with the eighteen-year-old boy.
Somehow he made the association between the two.
But Mr. St. Marks knew when to keep his mouth quiet. He knew many secrets about the people in the town, simply because of what products they bought in his shop. He knew which boys were buying condoms and which girls were on birth control pills.
When a guy got the clap, he waited to see which girls would next come to him for a prescription for the same thing. He knew all that and many more secrets, besides.
And still he had a thriving business, so he certainly did know when to remain quiet about his customers.
He was almost like a doctor in that respect. The cases of his buyers were held in strict confidentiality.
Dolly and Jimmy arrived at the Health Spa. Dolly was proud, in a way, to be seen with such a young man. As for Jimmy, he was pleased to be in the company of a woman, a full-grown woman like Dolly.
Dolly enjoyed talking with Jimmy on the way to the health club. Jimmy had a lot to say about his studies and about his work in the drug store. He was so sweet, and Dolly felt that she could just eat him up.
After he signed Dolly in as his guest, they went down to the changing rooms. There was' a locker room for males, and another one for females, even though the swimming pool and the steam room and the whirlpool were used by both sexes together.
Dolly was able to borrow a bathing suit from the locker room attendant, even though the suit they gave her seemed to be about two sizes too small. It was very tight at the crotch, and the line of the suit cut into her private parts down there.
She had to keep pulling the crotch of the suit down over her cuntal realm. The lips were barely covered. A strand or two of blonde pussy hair poked out from under the suit.
At the top, Dolly's big breasts seemed to stretch the suit like anything Jayne Mansfield had ever worn. Her large nipples poked out at the material, and Dolly just knew that the top would sag on whoever wore it after she did.
When she met young Jimmy in the damp recreation area, she saw him in a bathing suit for the first time. He was hardly as muscular as her husband Donald. He was softer and more gentle. Of course, Dolly glanced down at the bulge between his legs.
It was not a huge bulge, .as her husband had, but it did seem as if the boy's prick was hard! It seemed to throb through the material which had become shiny from the water. He'd taken a swim across the pool before Dolly had changed and come down.
"It's hot down here with all the steam and all the heat," Dolly said.
"Yeah, hot," Jimmy answered.
"Well, come on, I hardly wait to get into the whirlpool!" Dolly enthused.
"Hey, there's going to be a contest. Somebody's going to win two free tickets on a world cruise!" a voice from behind them piped up. "They're pulling the lucky winners from the cards that've come in today. They really wanna give the tickets away real bad. One of us has a chance to win!"
"Oh, that's great," Dolly said. "I may get more out of this than just a whirlpool bath," she added.
The young boy and the busty blonde entered the whirlpool slowly. Jimmy put his foot in the water to test the temperature of it. It was very" hot. Dolly walked down the wooden steps into the large whirlpool tub.
She inched her way down the steps with care. Then she just decided to go all the way. She flopped in and her huge breasts floated above the surface of the water.
The water was bubbling up out of several spickets.
"Wow! I feel it bubbling up my behind," Dolly giggled innocently as the water surged out and forcefully caressed her anus. "Come on in," she called to Jimmy.
Jimmy was still chicken. The water was too hot for him. He didn't have as much fleshy padding to protect him from the heat as Dolly did.
But Dooly took his hand and gave him a playful tug. He splashed into the water. Plop! He was all the way in and he wasn't even angry with Dolly for pulling him.
Once he managed to get in the water did feel wonderful. He let it massage his back as he immersed himself to the neck. His chin was just below the water line.
"Oh, look," Dolly smiled. "The water is bubbling up so much, I can't even see our bodies underneath it!"
"I know we're both down there," Jimmy said. "I know we both have bodies below our necks. At least, we did when we first came in here."
Dolly started giggling. She hadn't been out with a male other than her husband in over a year. It was fun. And Jimmy's youth brought out the playfulness in her.
"Let me see if I can feel you under the water," Dolly said.
"Oh, Mrs. Pritchard, don't do that," the boy answered. He felt her foot find his foot. He felt her fingers find his belly. The rushing of the water made the entire sensation that much more fun. And wild.
It was great, but Jimmy was so excited he was afraid that he might cum right then and there. He could just imagine the cum floating up to the surface of the whirlpool, whirling around and sticking on everything.
But that didn't happen, not yet anyway. What did happen was a surprise to both Dolly and Jimmy. Dolly had become so dizzy with the heat, that she let go of her inhibitions and did what came naturally for her. She forgot all about Donald her husband. She forgot about Donald's constant warnings. She touched Jimmy's dick!
She felt the young boy-cock. She had been correct. It had been erect all the time. It was a thick piece of young meat, and it jerked slightly when she played with it under the hot, bubbling water of the whirlpool bath.
Jimmy was shy about touching Dolly under the water. He knew that nobody would be able to see him do it. The rushing water covered the bodies beneath it, and besides, nobody was in the tub but the two of them. That wasn't what bothered him.
He just didn't know if it would be right. Mrs. Pritchard was a married woman and everything. But damn, she was so inviting, and she was playing with him!
He finally summoned up enough nerve to do to her what she was doing to him. He really wanted to, and he just went ahead and did it.
He placed his hand on the pussy which Dolly had said was sore. The bathing suit had ridden way up on her cunt, exposing much of the pussy lips under the water. He started to slide his fingers under the bottom of the suit and he had her pussy in his hand.
It was the first grown-up pussy he'd ever had, and it felt like nothing he'd ever felt before. Aside from Dolly, there had only been Dorothy Minkin and Susanna Smith, two girls at school, but they were just little pussies.
The hot water swirling like rapids on their bodies made the feeling all the more wonderful. They both leaned back in the whirlpool bath and relaxed fully.
The only parts of them which weren't relaxed were their privates. His cock was hardly relaxed. It was stiff. And Dolly's poor pussy was juicing right in the water.
Dolly started to moan and the sound echoed through the tiled room.
"Oh, Jimmy," she said softly. "Massage my pussy with your hands. It'll feel so much better, I know it will."
"How do I do that, Mrs. Pritchard?" he asked.
She took his hand and inserted right inside the opening of her cunt. She directed his fingers to her clit.
"Just rub very gently all around the area inside the opening. Don't go too deeply. Just rub gently up and down and in little circles. Treat it lovingly and make it feel good. And please, Jimmy, don't neglect that little joy button."
He figured out what the joy button was. Each time he played with the little clit, Dolly started to moan and move her lower torso around like a bitch in heat.
Dolly's eyes began getting heavy-lidded. She let her face get closer to the boy's face. She let her lips pucker. She let the boy kiss her gently.
His tongue probed its way into her mouth. She was a married woman and he was a teenaged boy. They were in open view in a small town health club.
It was scandal material! If Donald ever found out, he'd have Dolly's ass!
Dolly was either begging for a beating by playing this sex game with young Jimmy,-or her pussy was buzzing so wildly that she had to give in to it.
Whichever the case, she was headed for trouble! Cunt trouble!
But the boy's kisses were sweeter than wine. And he was so hot for Dolly. He was filled with boy sperm, and he needed a warm place to rocket his load.
They were enjoying each other below the water and above it, too. They were feeling each other up and making the most of an early afternoon diversion.
And then Dolly heard a familiar voice. It was the voice that woke her up each morning. It was the voice of her husband, Donald Pritchard!
Dolly's baby blues opened wider than her cunt. A mirror stretched across one wall of this health club, and she could see Donald's powerful frame reflected in the glass. What was worse than that for Dolly was the fact that he was headed her way.
"Oh, my gosh!" she exclaimed.
"What's the matter? Did I hurt you?" Jimmy blurted out. His hand was still inside her pussy-snatch.
"No, but if that man over there catches us, he'll sure make me hurt. It's my husband!"
That was about the worst thing that Dolly could have uttered at that moment, as far as Jimmy was concerned. He'd heard about angry husbands and what they do to naughty, cheating wives.
He'd heard about what they do to the guys, too. He took one look at the muscle bound male coming in from the locker room and he knew this wouldn't be easy.
"I'm gonna take me a dip in the pool," the man was heard to say.
The pool was just alongside the whirlpool. It was dangerously close.
Dolly held onto young Jimmy for dear life. There was no way that she could make a quick getaway this time. All she could do was keep her head just above water level, hoping that the rim of the wooden whirlpool would hide her from his sight.
She was so nervous, her teeth were chattering, even in the hot water. At a time like this, she needed to be fucked. Maybe that would relieve her tensions. She could think of nothing else.
"Fuck me, Jimmy," she rasped. "Fuck me."
"Mrs. Pritchard!" Jimmy exclaimed, "do you wanna get us both killed! It's bad enough that we're in this tub together when you're not even a member of the health club. But if your husband caught us with my cock inside of you, I don't know how we'd ever get out of here alive."
"Oh, but Jimmy, this is my one chance to do what I really want. Even if my husband is in the same room, don't I have a right to do what I want. I want your prick."
"Mrs. Pritchard, has the heat gotten to your head?" he asked, seriously.
Just then, Donald Pritchard climbed out of the swimming pool.
"You know what I love?" he yelled over to Jimmy, whose head was visible over the rim of the whirlpool while Dolly's was not.
"Uh, no, sir, what is it that you love?" Jimmy stammered.
"I love to get into a whirlpool after a swim. The pool is cool and the whirlpool is hot. That's how the Swedes keep in good health, you know. They go from hot to cold, hot to cold."
It was getting hotter and hotter for Jimmy and for Dolly. "Oh, it's not so hot in this whirlpool today. I don't think you'd like it," Jimmy said when Dolly tugged at his cock and squeezed his balls so that he'd say something, anything, to keep Donald Pritchard away from the whirlpool.
"Nonsense, young man," Donald replied laughing. "I'm coming in."
Dolly was panic-stricken. There was only one thing that she could think of to do at this moment. She simply wasn't able to face Donald and tell him anything, real or made-up, and so she did as the ostriches do. She ducked below the surface.
When Donald started to step into the whirlpool, Dolly had just gone underwater. She clung between Jimmy's legs. Her body was hidden by the bubbling of the water as it whooshed out on all sides.
She was surprised to find that the boy still had a hard-on despite all the anxiety. She was beginning to think that his prick never went down.
"You're right," Donald said. "It isn't hot enough today."
Dolly was cursing herself underwater for not realizing that her muscular husband used the health club. How in the world could she have forgotten about that? She had been foolish indeed, and her breath wasn't holding out.
Even with her expansive chest, she could only hold her breath for so long.
Just then there was an announcement over the loudspeaker.
"We've picked a winner in the sweepstakes. One of you lucky club members has won a world cruise for two on board the S.S. Noonan. And the winner is, Mr. Donald, Pritchard."
"That's me!" Donald shouted with glee. "That's me!"
He splashed out of the whirlpool, grinning happily at Jimmy and then at his face in the long wall mirror. He bounded out of the pool area and made his way toward the front desk to claim his prize.
He left not a moment too soon. Dolly, who hadn't heard any of what was going on, since she'd been underwater, came up like a seal. Her breath wouldn't hold out another moment and she had to come up and face whatever awaited her.
"Where's Donald?" she asked, her face wet and surprised.
"He's just gone out to claim his tickets on the luxury liner. You and he will be going around the world," Jimmy said, his face a blank.
"Folks, Mr. Pritchard has just claimed his prize," the voice announced over the speakers. "He says that he's going back to his office to show all the people there, and then he'll give his wife the surprise of her life."
Dolly looked at Jimmy. "Good," she said. "We have time to fuck."
Jimmy was shaking after the ordeal, but he, wasn't complaining.
"Come on with me," Dolly said, taking Jimmy by the hand and leading him from the whirlpool toward the steam room. "We'll do it in here."
They pushed open the glass door to the room and a lot of hot steam swirled out. Inside, wet steam filled the room. Again, it was nearly impossible to see what was going on, this time because the heavy steam was like thick smoke which hid everything which was more than a few inches from a person's face.
There was a bench built into the tiled wall, and Dolly was getting aggressive. She practically pushed young Jimmy down on the bench and started milking his cock with her mouth. Needless to say, the young boystick was still hard, in fact, it was harder than ever with Dolly's mouth wrapped around it, sliding up and down with lust.
The next thing Jimmy knew, Dolly had stripped off the 'too-tight bathing suit. She stretched the suit around Jimmy's neck, holding each end in a hand as she held onto his cock with her mouth.
She was bobbing back and forth lustfully. The sound of wet slurping was filling the steamy room as she sucked and sucked and sucked.
This was the first cock she had sucked besides her husband's cock. It wasn't as large as Donald's, but she didn't mind at all. It fit her mouth better than Donald's oversized rod,' and the boy made such marvelous moaning sounds, it turned her on!
Her naked breasts were bouncing back and forth in the steam-filled room as she bobbed back and forth on the boy cock. Her pussy hair was limp from the steam, and the hair on her head hung in straggles.
They were making their own steam and it was rising up from the friction of her wet mouth on his young cock.
"Oh, Mrs. Pritchard you really know how to suck," Jimmy groaned.
The girls in his classes at school didn't suck nearly as well as this woman.
She took her mouth off his cock for a moment because she had something to say to him. She wanted to do more than suck his cock.
"I'm working on your prick to get it good and hard. I want you to fuck me with it."
"Oh, Mrs. Pritchard," the boy gasped. He wanted to. He was always afraid that he'd be scared and do something wrong when he fucked. Mrs. Pritchard had a way with him and he knew it would be just great. His cock had been rock-hard for all the time that they'd been together. He was sure that it would stay hard inside her cunt.
He was worried about one thing. Being a sales boy in the pharmacy, he knew about the problems that some people had and he didn't want to create such problems for himself or for Mrs. Pritchard.
"What about birth control?" he asked Dolly Pritchard.
This was something that she hadn't thought of. She had been trying to have a baby for the entire year of her marriage to Donald. Nothing had happened.
Donald told her that he was sure that there was nothing wrong with him. He told Doily that there must be some reason why she couldn't have a baby.
As much as Dolly wanted a child, she was afraid to confront a doctor with her problem. Many people are like that. Rather than face the problem, they ignore it. This was Dolly's typical mode of operation. Just as she had hidden from her husband by ducking below the surface of the water in the whirlpool, she avoided the tests and other inconveniences of medical examination regarding her problem.
"I can't conceive a baby," she told Jimmy. "I don't know exactly why because I haven't checked it out, but I don't produce the right hormones, or something, I guess. That makes it safe. I can't get pregnant."
Jimmy had many things to ask her about regarding that. He wondered if her husband was disappointed that she could not bear children. He wondered how she felt about it, and he hoped that she didn't feel badly.
He thought of her as more than just a cunt. He had fallen for her from the first time he laid eyes on her in the pharmacy. Many a night he would think about her, and he would imagine himself with her, kissing her, fucking her.
And now he had what he'd dreamed about. He had it all and he didn't even have to use rubbers. She was even more than he'd imagined she would be. She was panting and begging him to fuck her right there in the steam room.
He was glad that he went to a club which had a steam room for both males and females together. That was the way it was in Japan, and that was the way it should be.
He was glad that he could feel her in his arms. She was even more than he'd imagined she'd be physically as well as mentally. She was as well-constructed out of her clothes as she had seemed when she was fully dressed. In fact, her breasts were larger than they'd appeared when they were confined beneath her top.
They fleshed out over his hands as he held them.
"Oh, baby," Dolly moaned. "I thought I could resist this. I've resisted this for a long time. But it's so good. I want to go all the way. I want to sit on your cock. Let me sit on it. Let me sit on your cock, baby. Fuck me!"
"Oh, Mrs. Pritchard, yes, yes, yes. My cock is up for you, and it's all wet with the spit from your mouth. If your pussy feels as good as your mouth, I'll cum!"
"Yes, cum. Cum up inside my womb. Fuck me, Jimmy."
He took his stiff boy cock and held the fat thing up. It was difficult for Dolly to see it in the steamy room, but when she straddled him by placing her feet on either side of his body on the bench, she was able to direct it into her spread lips.
"Oh, Mrs. Pritchard, your pussy lips feel so good. I'm sliding my prick into your pussy. I can't believe it, Mrs. Pritchard. Oh, wow!"
"Believe it, baby," Dolly rasped. "Wiggle that young piece of dick inside of my wet cavern of sex heat and we'll know that it's real."
He did just that. He wiggled his prick and held it up inside her twat. But she did most of the work. She slid up and down on his prong. Her feet were firm on the bench and she rocked and she moved up and down on his dork.
"I really want to feel your prick all over in my pussy," she cried softly. "I want to feel it deep and I want to feel it scraping against the wet walls. Oh, baby, fuck my cunt. I love the way you fuck me."
She could barely see the youth before her, but it was certainly interesting to fuck in all that mist. She rocked back and forth on his cock and it felt so damn good. She ran her fingers through the boy's hair. She pulled at his hair just to keep herself from screaming out in screams of passion arousal. The sweat dripped.
They were both hot as hell in the steamy room and Jimmy was certainly enjoying the best fuck of his young life. As for Dolly, she would be hard pressed to think of a more enjoyable fuck for her cunt. Donald was great, but this young kid was wonderful also, and in a way that excited her like crazy. No wonder her clit was red hot.
There was such danger in this fuck and that made it so exciting. First of all, if she'd been caught in a public place; it would be the end of her tail. Donald would make her ass look like a piece of raw meat after he got through with it.
But the idea that they could get caught here in the steam room made it like a scene in a sexy spy movie or something. Danger sparked orgasm in Dolly Pritchard!
"Do you think I'm too young for you?" the boy asked.
"What do you think?" Dolly moaned, rocking back and forth and sliding up and down on the shaft of his young piece of meat.
There was no need to answer. It was obvious that he was old enough to fuck her right, and in fact, she was turned on by the fact that she was several years older than he.
Age didn't matter now. All that mattered was the throbbing passion which was welling up in the connection between his body and the body of Dolly Pritchard.
The door to the steam room opened. The fuckers were in the midst of their .red hot fuck. They were really going at it, and it was hot and heavy.
Jimmy froze, despite the heat, when the door opened and a man walked in. He could tell that it was a man because when the door opened and the air from the outside dispersed the steam for a moment, he could see the outline of a muscular, broad-shouldered mass.
Dolly kept rocking back and forth on the dick," though. The steam hid her from the view of anyone who might have come in, and the feeling of Jimmy's ever-hard prick stretching her sore cunt was too much to lose. True, she had told Jimmy that her pussy was sore. It was. But Jimmy was giving her the best remedy anyone could think of for an aching pussy. He was giving her a loving hot fuck!
"I'm so happy I could just go out and fuck the world," a man's voice said through the steam. "Wait'll Dolly hears that we've won a cruise."
Gulp! Donald hadn't run right off to work. He was hanging around the health club for a while longer. He was in the very same steam room in which his wife was at the moment. His cheating wife was riding a young boy's cock.
Fate had helped them avoid the worst earlier in the afternoon out in the whirlpool. But could they actually escape the eagle eye of Donald Pritchard now that Dolly was bouncing on Jimmy's prick there in the very same steam room?
"I gave my wife a call to tell her the news, but she must've been out doing the shopping," Donald Pritchard said. He didn't even know who he was talking to, but Jimmy sure knew. Jimmy had a lump in his throat because of the lump which was lodged in Dolly's pussy. He knew what Dolly had been out shopping for.
She'd picked up his boy dick!
Donald sat himself down a few feet away from the fuckers. The steam hid the sight of Donald's wife with her cunt holding Jimmy's cock.
Dolly had enough sense to stop bouncing up and down on the thing. She just stayed with her cunt down deep on the dork. It felt so good filling her like that, and it pressed into, her cunt walls when she rocked from side to side.
"Are we alone in here, kid?" Donald asked Jimmy.
"Uh, sure, sure. Of course we're alone. Why?" Jimmy said.
"Well, if we're alone we can talk some man talk. I wouldn't wanna offend any ladies, and sometimes ladies stick it out in here. 'Course, it's a little bit hot in this steam room for ladies. I always think that any bitches who stay in this room are just that; bitches."
This was interesting for Dolly to hear. She didn't say a word, of course. She only held Jimmy close and tried to calm his fluttering nerves with her caresses.
He was nervous, but his dick was still hard and he knew that he had to go along with whatever fate had to offer at this point. He had to hope for the best.
"Oh yeah, well what is it you wanna talk about?" Jimmy asked.
"Aw, my wife. I think she's been cheatin' on me," Donald said.
"Really? What makes you think that?" Jimmy asked.
"Oh, I don't know. A guy just gets a feeling about that kind of thing. You're too young to know about that. You're not married yet, are you?"
"No, sir. I'm eighteen years old, going on nineteen. I'm not married yet, sir. In fact, I don't even have a girlfriend."
"Well, it's a big thing being married. You'll find out."
"Yeah, well," Jimmy said with much curiosity, "what would you do if you found out for sure that your wife really was cheating on you?"
"She's been warned about what I'd do. I'd beat her black and blue. She wouldn't sit down for a week, I swear," Donald insisted sharply.
"Oh," the boy said with a gulp. "And what about the guy? What if you found him in the midst of fucking your wife or something like that."
"I'd knock his fucking teeth out. Then I'd, oh, I don't know. I think I'd better forget about all that. The more I think about it, the worse I feel. Besides, this boat trip I just won will do a world of good for us both. Maybe it'll help Dolly relax enough to have a kid. A woman should give a man a baby, don't you think so?"
"Uh, yes, sir, I agree with you," Jimmy said. "A ship cruise is good for that. It sometimes helps. Sometimes a woman is just too nervous. She needs a nice long voyage out on the sea to relax her pussy muscles, I guess."
Dolly clamped her cuntal muscles tightly around Jimmy's shaft. When she heard his remark she also snaked her head up to his breast and gave it a bite.
"Ouch!" Jimmy yelped.
"What was that, son?" Mr. Pritchard asked.
"Oh, nothing. I just burned my bottom on the hot bench," he said.
"Well, young man," Donald Pritchard said, getting up from the bench, "I hope that someday you find a cunt as warm and wet and deep and tight as the beautiful pussy of my hot-clitted wife. I hope you find it soon."
"Thank you, sir," Jimmy said, as he pressed his prick into the very cunt of which the muscleman spoke. "Thanks a lot for everything and congratulations on the trip."
"You bet!" Donald Pritchard replied.
When he closed the door Dolly's cunt showed Jimmy how happy she was.
She pushed herself all the way down on his boy cock, and even stuffed his balls into the opening of her hole.
"You were wonderful!" she giggled.
"Not as wonderful as I'm gonna be in your cunt," he told her.
"Oh, yes, baby, give it to me that sweet, gentle way of yours," Dolly moaned.
"No way^ baby!" Jimmy snapped, suddenly turning the tables. "You're a real fucking bitch, you know that?"
"Jimmy, what do you mean? How can you talk to me that way?" Dolly gasped.
"You're a slut, that's all there is to it. What kind of woman rides a nineteen-year-old prick in the steam room of a health club while her husband sits in there with them? You deserve to be beaten, baby. You deserve the whipping your husband is gonna give you when he finds out."
"But he won't ever have to find out," Dolly said, whimpering.
"For your sake I hope he never does," Jimmy replied. "But for now, I'm gonna give you a fucking that'll really have your cunt sore."
He placed his hands on Dolly's full buttocks. He lifted her with his hands while he turned her over so that she was flat on her back on the bench. His cock never left the warm womb of her pussy while he did this.
"Wrap your flirty legs around me and take it," Jimmy snapped.
"Oh, Jimmy, please go gentle. My pussy is sore now and I just know that my husband will really give it to me later, especially now that he's won the sweepstakes."
"Tough luck, slut," Jimmy said. All of his anger was up. He could have been killed because of Dolly's ways. He knew that if Donald had seen through the steam, it would have been the end for him.
"Ow, ow, ow, ah, oh," Dolly cried as the boy used his nineteen-year-old prick as a weapon in her cunt. He was ramming her. He was really giving it to her.
"Whores that cheat on their husbands deserve to take it like this. You heard how happy your husband is with your cunt. You heard him say it. Well, you should be horsewhipped. I'm not going to do it, because it would leave marks and then I'd get in trouble. Not that you'd care. You just like to get screwed, that's all."
"You're wrong, Jimmy, you're wrong. I like you as a person. I love my husband, too. But I'm a passionate woman, Jimmy. I need it from more than one man. I need a lot of it. I need it all the time."
"Yeah, slut, take it."
Jimmy didn't even think that he had this power in him. He didn't think that he could ever treat a woman this way, especially one as beautiful as Dolly Pritchard.
But her brazen attitude regarding fucking in front of her husband struck a note in his being. He couldn't tolerate it. He sided with her husband. He believed that any woman who did such a thing should be beaten.
He, after all, was a young male, and as a male, he understood that side of the picture. He wasn't going to beat her because he wasn't married to her. But he was going to get his rocks off in her cunt by giving her a hard fuck which threw pain into her twat. She deserved it and it would make him cum fast.
Jimmy slam-fucked her naughty cunt the way Donald had bumped her pussy the night before. Donald had even screwed her that very morning, so it was no wonder her pussy was bruised. It would really carry the pain of this fucking after Jimmy was done.
Dolly could hardly breathe between the fucking of the teenager and the heavy steam which consumed her. She realized that even if other people came into the steam room at this point in the fucking, it would be unlikely that Jimmy would cease his relentless and merciless plowing of his boner in her cuntal pudding.
The spongy vagina took all the blows. She had no choice.
It was like a beating. Instead of beating her with a belt, Jimmy was beating her with his cock. He was beating his anger into her cunt and every stroke was as much a punishment as it would have been had he been giving it to her with a belt across her ass.
"Take it, Mrs. Pritchard, take it," the boy said in a strangled voice. His voice was strangled with fever. He was getting ready to blast. His nuts tingled as if there were a thousand tiny pins pricking each nut. His dick was on fire and it was searing, the cunt walls of Dolly Pritchard.
He was fucking her so hard she thought her hips would split apart. She was so exhausted, she could hardly keep her legs open.
But his plunging prick took care of that. There was no way she could avoid the beating of his cock into her cunt.
The deep thrusts to the depths of her cuntal cavern, combined with the scraping of her clit and the friction on her pussy lips, brought her to her climax.
"Oh, Jimmy, you're killing me with your prick and it's making me cum."
"I knew you liked it hard and hurtin', Mrs. Pritchard. I knew that would make you cum. You were cruising for a bruising. That's why you provoked your husband. If he'd caught you, you would have taken a whipping right herb in the steam room.
"So instead you're taking my cunt whipping. Oh, ah, Mrs. Pritchard. I'm cumming, too!"
Her cuntal spasms and convulsions triggered his orgasm when her twat walls massaged his dick like crazy.
For some reason, the steam in the room stopped pouring through the spickets, and the steam dispersed, leaving the two fuckers in pools of sweat.
A pool of boy-jizz was lodged inside Dolly's cunt.
She licked the boy's face with her wet tongue muscle.
"Thank you for punishing me," she sighed. "I needed that."
"Yeah, well, I think you'd better get home before your husband does. I know he'll beat you if you come home late."
"I don't know how I'd take anything more," she sighed.
But of course, there would much more for Dolly Pritchard to endure. She was a cheating wife, and she'd have to pay. For now, she let the hot spunk of the young boy fill her hot pussy. His sperm swam into her womb.
CHAPTER FOUR
Running along in a bow-legged trot, Dolly managed to get back home just minutes before Donald returned home.
"Dolly! I'm home," he called.
The busty blonde beauty went to meet him at the door.
"Well, Hello Dolly!" he sang out in tune to the song from the Broadway musical.
"Well, Hello Donald," she replied in harmony. "What makes you so cheerful?" she asked, although she had a pretty good idea.
"Oh, let's just say I've got a surprise for you. Something to help you with the baby."
Dolly's face turned sad. "You're not going to start up with that baby thing again, are you? You want me to get pregnant, but you want it so badly, it's making it hard on me. We're trying too hard."
"I'll make it hard on you," Donald said, .losing his happy grin.
Dolly didn't know if he meant that he'd fuck her hard, beat her hard, or what. With Donald it could have meant anything.
"Honey, I just can't have a baby. It must be impossible. You told me that yourself."
"I'm not a doctor. You should go to a doctor and find out what's wrong with you. It couldn't be hereditary. You're mother had a baby, didn't she?"
"Aw, look, honey," her husband said, softening. "I don't want to see you in a bad mood tonight. I've got a great surprise for you. I know you'll be happy."
"Alright, tell me what it is?" Dolly said.
"Not so fast I want this to be special. Now, you go and fix us some drinks."
Dolly turned and went into the kitchen where she kept the booze. Donald took a look at that full ass of hers and he couldn't keep from following behind her like a pussycat following a fisherman who's carrying his catch on a rod over his shoulder.
The only thing was, Dolly was the pussy and Donald had the rod.
"Oh!" Dolly yelped when she felt Donald pinch her ass. "You startled me."
"I couldn't keep away from you, baby," he told her. "I'm so fucking hot."
"Alright, alright," she told him. "Let's get some drinks down our throats first. If we start now, we'll never get the drinks, and frankly, I need a drink. I've had a rough day."
"Oh, yeah, I meant to ask you about that. I telephoned here during the day. You weren't home. Where were you?"
"Donald, must you know my whereabouts at every moment? Can't you trust me an inch?" Dolly asked.
"I can trust you an inch, Dolly," her husband answered. "It's the six, seven and eight inches that I can't trust you."
"Well, for your information I was out at St. Marks drugstore getting something to soothe my pussy. You fucked me so much, I needed something to calm it down."
"Yeah, did they slip it in for you?" Donald asked sarcastically.
"Oh, Donald, stop it. Come on, let's have some drinks, and you can tell me about this wonderful surprise you have for me," Dolly said, bringing the subject back around to anything that didn't have to do with Jimmy and the steam room fuck.
She brought the liquor out from the cabinet, and she also brought out a book she had been saving for such an occasion. It was a book of nasty jokes, and she opened the page to read a list of special drinks.
"What would you like me to mix for you?" she said. "I could give you a muff-diver."
"What the fuck is a muff-diver?" Donald asked, getting into the spirit.
"You should know, darling," Dolly cooed. "You are one, aren't you?"
"Not too often, baby," Donald replied. "Only when the muff's as sweet as yours."
"Well, I mix a real sweet muff-diver. It's a very short drink in a very tall glass. And if you're really thirsty, you might want a Virgin's Ruin."
"What's in a Virgin's Ruin?"
"Vodka, orange juice, and a busted cherry."
They both laughed.
"No, give me something that really fits my personality," Donald said.
Dolly scanned the pages of the book. "How about a Marquis de Sade?" she said after comparing her husband's personality with the names of the fun drinks.
Donald wasn't too thrilled. He didn't think of himself as a sadist. He beat his wife only when he felt she deserved it, and then for her own good and correction. Discipline was an important thing for him. He believed in it.
"A Marquis de Sade," Dolly continued, reading from the book, "is best served on the racks. Not the rocks, dear, the racks. It's scotch, rye, bourbon, gin, vodka, and rum in equal parts. No ice, no soda, no nothing. Or maybe you'd like a Sadist's Delight. It's Chivas Regal and kerosene in a frosted glass."
"Kerosene's expensive," Donald snapped. "Give me that book!"
He ripped the book from Dolly's hands. "Here, let me find something that suits you and your drinking personality."
He scanned the page as Dolly seated herself on a kitchen chair. She was ready for a laugh, after having had one on her husband.
"Ah, here's something that's perfect for you," he said. "The Cocksman. A good, stiff satisfying drink."
"My pussy is pretty sore. I think it would sting when you poured it in."
"Ah, Dolly, here's a perfect drink for you. It's perfect for tonight because it refers to what I want to happen on this, oh, I almost spoiled the surprise," Donald said.
"Well, what is it?" Dolly asked. She was talking about the surprise and the special drink he'd picked for her, as well.
"It's called a Tit-Wringer. Scotch and mother's milk."
The remark cut right through Dolly. "Donald, don't you realize how hard I've been working on having a baby for you. It's just not that easy."
Her voice was harsh and strident. She was irritated and it showed.
"I'll show you how easy it is, you spoiled little cunt," he snapped. He was both angry and playful at the same time. He felt that she needed some sense fucked into her, and yet he was in too good a mood to be really angry.
With one quick movement he got hold of Dolly's shoulders and picked her up off the chair, onto the kitchen table.
"Donald, what are you doing?" she screamed.
"I'm gonna fuck you right here on the kitchen table," he announced.
"Donald, don't. No, no, stop," she cried. She was kicking and fighting him off, but he overpowered her easily. He pinned her to the table, and started working^ her panties down off her body.
The reason for her fighting was a simple one. Her panties were damp with another male's cum. Her cunt was filled with the boy cum of a teenager.
She knew that when her husband stuck his weapon into her cunt-hole, the jizz would spew out and give her away. She knew that Donald would then do something drastic. He might even tie her to the kitchen table and ... oh, it was too horrible to even consider as the possibilities flashed before her.
"Yeah, I love to rape my wife on the kitchen table," he laughed. "Fight me, honey. I love it when you fight me. It gives me all the more reason to knock you around. You'll learn who wears the pants in this family, baby. And you'll learn who rips the panties off and starts plowing."
"Please, please, no," Dolly begged. It seemed that she was always begging for him to stop, or to start. "I can't. Not now. Later, not now," she cried.
"I said now! Donald is hot now and Donald expects you to spread it and take it."
He was hard and it wasn't difficult for him to snag her pussy with his tool.
She screamed as the dick sailed into her snatch. He was familiar enough with his wife's pussy to know just how to throw the stick into her. He jabbed his pecker into the moist slit formed by Dolly's peachy pussy lips.
The dick went right in, "You're good and wet," he told her when he felt his prong slide in so easily. "You're so full of crap, Dolly. You beg me not to do it, but your cunt's been juicing all the time. You're a real pisser, baby," he grinned.
"Yes, baby, I guess I am," Dolly said, picking up on the perfect explanation for the wetness in her cuntal realm. "You got me so hot that the female fuck fluid just started gushing through me."
She was willing to take the pain of another fucking as long as Donald didn't recognize what the lubricant really was. She figured that he wouldn't know. He'd fuck her, he'd shoot his own wad up her cavern of lust, and then he'd assume that the stuff was his when he saw or smelled it on the end of his prong.
He began getting into that juicy fuck. His dick was fucking the scum of young Jimmy into the depths of his wife's deep twat. If only he knew!
Dolly only prayed that he wouldn't find out.
The boy's spunk was seeping out the cunt lips and dripping down Dolly's creamy thighs. Some of it even rolled out onto the kitchen table.
Still, Donald kept on fucking. "Mmmmm, good fuck, honey. Good hot fuck," he grunted as he rammed his prick into Dolly's openly-splayed pussy.
She was on her back on the kitchen table, taking every inch of his pummeling pecker.
Donald's cock plunged deep. It was Dolly's unfortunate luck that Donald's deep plunge hit a pocket of scum. The goo gushed out profusely from Dolly's twat.
It was a thick glob and it was unlike Dolly's cunt juice.
"Hey, wait a minute," Donald grunted. "What's this?"
Dolly's heart was in her throat. She was petrified.
Donald pulled out of her snatch in one yank of a motion which made her pussy lips pucker, unwilling to let him go. But he was out with a wet popping sound, and he took the glob of white sticky stuff in his fingers.
"This isn't cunt cream!" he shouted.
"Of course it is," she said. "What else could it be?"
"You tell me," he answered.
"Oh, oh, that must be what the boy from the drugstore gave me," Dolly answered honestly, although she didn't mean to say that it was his cum. "He gave me a salve to soothe my aching pussy. I told you that."
"Let me see the tube then," Donald said.
Dolly threw her legs over the side of the table. She pulled her panties up. She hopped off the table and went to find the bag in which the tube was located.
"Here it is," she said triumphantly. "You're a jealous husband, that's all. This is the salve and you can read the label for yourself."
He read the tube's label and sure enough it said that it was vaginal salve used, to ease irritation of the vaginal membranes. He wasn't convinced, however.
"Dolly, this container hasn't been opened yet," he said. "Look, I've just opened the top and it's fresh up there. This is the first squeeze. Besides, this salve is like grease. The stuff in your cunt is like, like, hell, it's like cum! Dolly, you've got a load of cum up your twat!"
"It must be yours from this morning," she cried.
"Bullshit, bitch! You've been coming up with too many excuses. First it was cunt cream, then it was salve. It's cum, that's what it is. You've been cheating on me."
"No, no, I haven't," she told him.
"I can't prove it. I'm not going to take this spunk to a laboratory to have it checked to see if it's real or if it's mine, or anything like that. As far as I'm concerned, you've been fucked. And that fucks me. But you'll pay. Go into the bedroom and get down on the bed with your ass up for discipline. I'm going to give you a taste of such discipline, you won't ever make the same mistake again." It was futile to argue. He'd made up his mind, and besides, deep down Dolly knew that it was cum. She did deserve to be punished according to the rules which had been told to her in advance by her husband.
She slinked sulkily out of the kitchen and took off all of her clothes in the bedroom. When she was nude like this she felt so vulnerable.
She followed her husband's orders and placed herself on the bed to await his discipline.
Before his anger could wear off, Donald stomped into the bedroom. He had the punishment box in his hands.
He wasn't going to let Dolly decide which punishment she would take this evening. He was going to give her more than one type of punishment. He might just give her every punishment he could come up with.
Dolly started crying into her pillow. In the recent days she had been beaten and fucked to a pulp. She wondered if the fucking of young Jimmy had been worth what she was now about to receive.
"Dolly, I'm going to give you what you deserve. I'm going to start off with the hairbrush. Just stay down and take it until I decide to stop. Remember, I'm the one who'll determine when you've had enough."
"Yes, Donald," she whimpered.
Whack! The hairbrush came down across both ass cheeks at once. It happened much quicker than she'd imagined it would.
"I haven't even started yet," he told her. "That was only to teach you how to address me. During this spanking you will call me Master. Do you understand? I'm the Master and you're the sex slave."
"Yes Master," Dolly answered.
"Good. Now, keep your ass up. I've got a heavy hairbrush. I'm going to give you ten with the smooth side. Then I'll give you the bristles. I want you to count and ask me for each spank. Do you understand, slave?"
"Yes, Master," the naughty wife answered.
"You've committed adultery, haven't you?"
"Yes, Master."
"You need to be punished for that, don't you, slave?"
"Yes, Master. I need to be punished."
"Start begging!" the wronged husband told her.
"Beat me with the hairbrush, Master, Please. Hit my ass with the hairbrush and teach me to be good, Master. Please."
Whack!
"One, Sir. Thank you Sir. May I have another one, Sir," the adulterous wife moaned.
"Yes you may."
Whack!"
"Thank you, Master," Dolly answered, though her voice cracked this time and a single tear rolled down her cheek. "May I have another one, Sir?"
"No, not yet. You were told to count out the strokes. You didn't follow my instructions. I'm going to have to start over from the beginning. We'll see if you remember to count them out. And if you don't count loud enough, I'll start over again!"
The bare white globes of Dolly's ass were marked with two red prints. The places where the brush had landed were red hot and stinging. But the spanking had only just begun.
In fact, as far as Donald was concerned, the spanking hadn't even started yet. Those first two hard brush strokes stung like the devil, but they were just warm-ups to the rest. If she had counted but the way she'd been told, she would have been that much ahead of the game. But she didn't and there was hell to pay.
"I'm sorry, Master," the humbled wife cried. "Please give me my ten with the hairbrush. I'll sing the count out loud and clear."
"That's better," the harsh husband replied.
He raised his arm up high. He swung the hairbrush down near her globes several times, but he didn't land the brush on her posterior as yet. He was just testing his stroke to make certain that the brush landed exactly where he wanted it to land.
Once or twice the smooth end of the heavy plastic brush touched the trembling ass flesh of Dolly's bared buns. The flesh would react with a tremor, but Dolly didn't count. She knew that only the hard ones would be considered counting strokes.
"Alright, Dolly," Donald said, "get your butt ready."
Dolly started out by keeping her flesh relaxed back there. She heard the brush swish down through the air and she felt the hard back of the brush crack down into the twin pillows of ass flesh. It cracked across both mounds at once.
"Ow! One, Sir. Thank you, Master," Dolly said in a voice loud enough to satisfy her husband's demands. "May I have another one, Sir?"
"Yes you may," he replied, and again the man's arm wielded the brush as if it were a weapon for her aching buttocks, and it most certainly was. It was a stinging weapon, at that.
Each stroke seemed harder than the one before. Perhaps it was because the globes were already sore and burning when newer strokes were laid on.
Perhaps it was because Donald was raising his arm higher each time and swatting her naked buns with more and more force. He was a muscleman, and he had plenty of muscle grease to put behind his swing.
Whack! Whack! Whack!
The staccato rhythm of the spanking with the hairbrush rang through the house. The brush left its red calling card with every whack.
For the first half of the spanking, Donald smacked her all over her ass. He'd smack one spot, and then the spot closest to it. The next smack would land a fraction of an inch from that spot. And so on until the entire area flamed.
By the seventh stroke, the beautiful globes were crimsoned all over. Not a bit of white remained. The entire area of the ass, both cheeks, was red and sore.
But he still wasn't finished.
By this time Dolly was having difficulty in taking it. She was gritting her teeth, clenching her fists, and tears were rolling down her face.
It was difficult for her to bring herself to ask for another stroke when she really didn't want any more. In fact, the beating was the last thing she wanted at the moment. And yet, she had to ask for another, another, and another.
There were three more strokes with the back of the brush-before, she would be allowed to feel the next set of punishment strokes. She knew that she had better ask for them, or else she might get a quick and powerful volley of unrestrained strokes and that would really set her tail on fire.
"Please, Sir, may, I, have, another, one, Sir?" she asked slowly, stammering.
"Yes, you may. And it's going to be hard. And after it's over, I want you to hurry up and request the next one, and the next one after that." She dreaded it, but at least it would end that part of the punishment.
Crack! The brush exploded across her right buttock.
"Thank you, Master. That was number eight. May I have number nine, please?"
Crack! The brush landed harder and in precisely the same place. The imprint it created landed directly on top of the previous imprint.
It knocked the wind out of Dolly. She was unable to catch her breath for the begging. That was her mistake.
"I don't hear anything from you," her husband said.
"I, I, I'm so ..."
Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack!
The brush landed time and time again without pause. Each stroke was flailed into the already-burning right buttock. Each stroke landed on top of the one before it. The area was welted.
"Stop! Oh, ow, stop!" Dolly screamed.
She was kicking her legs wildly and she tensed every muscle in her buttocks to withstand the pain.
But her kicking was rewarded with more of the same from the hairbrush, and when the right globe was aching with a deep throbbing, he did the same to the left buttock. And then, as if that weren't enough, he started working on her upper thighs.
Dolly was beside herself with anguish.
Just when she thought that she would explode back there, her husband told her to bite the pillow.
"Sink your teeth into the pillow to hold on and take it," he told her. "You're gonna need something to hold you down. This is gonna hurt."
Dolly felt like asking him what he thought the rest of the spanking felt like. It hurt like hell. But he was telling her that this part of punishment would REALLY hurt!
When she felt what he dished out, she knew what he meant. He had pounded the smooth end of the heavy brush into her rear repeatedly and the result made her entire backside throb, and pulsate with pain.
Now he turned the brush over and gave her a beating with the bristle end. of the brush.
The bristles were also made out of plastic; hard fibers of clear plastic.
The bristles numbered in the hundreds. There were perhaps two-hundred-and-fifty little points digging into her ass flesh with every stroke of the brush on her behind.
The bristles were unyielding. They smacked into her soft flesh. They indented the flesh each time they struck her. They didn't pierce the skin or leave blood, but they left red dots where they struck.
The red dots blended into the already crimsoned skin, especially after there became so many of them. Her punishing husband wasn't going lightly on her cheating ass. He was sweating profusely from the effort he used to deliver this beating, and so was she.
He started his beating on her buttocks, again, and moved down to her upper thighs. When she thought that she would die from the throbbing pain and the stinging pain, Donald turned her over on her back.
He turned the hairbrush back to the smooth side and started spanking her front with it. He gave each of her big breasts a crack, and then he roughly spread her legs. The cuntal area was wet and the juice moistened her thighs.
That was fine because he liked to hear the wetness cracking and sputtering each time the back of the brush hit her moist inner thighs. He held her down by the stomach with one strong arm, while he used the other muscled arm to beat her inner thighs with the hairbrush.
Each time he cracked her sensitive flesh, the force of the blow moved her leg further out from the center of her body. He worked the right inner thigh, first, smacking it out from her cunt, and then he went to the other side.
He smacked her left side until she was spread so wide apart, she felt the strain in the joints of her hips. She was sure she would ache for days.
When she was burning up on her behind, back thighs, inner thighs and breasts, he hopped up on the bed and jammed his thick tool into her satin cunt box.
"Now I'll fuck the cum out of your hole," he told her. "I'll fuck it out of you and I'll know that you won't try that shit again too soon. Not unless you want another session like this."
"No, no, I don't," she cried, the tears streaming hotly down her face. "I'll never-do that again. I'm so sorry. I only want your cock."
"You've got it, baby," he told her.
He rammed his prick into her cunt with a passion that made her twat as steaming as her spanked rear end.
Even as he fucked her, and she felt the stinging where she'd been hit, she writhed and rotated her head in circles.
She thought about the punishments he gave her and she wondered if she really wanted to be beaten. She had been warned not to behave that way. She had been told not to cheat on her man, and she'd agreed wholeheartedly.
And yet she had flaunted what she was doing by flicking in a steam room, even, though she was well aware that her husband was in the very building and that he could walk in on them at any moment.
In fact, he had done, just that, and still she refused to release the big boy cock which filled her. Instead, she threatened Jimmy's life by behaving in such a brazen manner, and she earned herself some more harsh treatment by doing so.
Was she really a glutton for punishment?
CHAPTER FIVE
Dolly acted surprised when Donald told her about the world cruise. In fact, she was a bit surprised. He didn't tell her that he'd won the trip in a sweepstakes at the health club. Instead, he pretended that he'd paid for the tickets.
So, she'd caught him in a fib, and she felt that she could give one back. (This was not the basis of a working marriage relationship, at least not the best working marriage relationship.)
Dolly's fib was at least a bit more rational. She wanted to protect the life of young Jimmy from St. Marks Pharmacy, and so when Donald persisted in his demands regarding the cum, Dolly made up a new story.
She didn't want to get Jimmy involved, or even mention the health club. So she told her husband that she'd been raped.
"Raped? What do you mean?" Donald said with alarm.
"I was walking down Main Street after going to the pharmacy," she lied. "There's a deserted street down there. You know, Washington Avenue?"
"Yeah, I know it. They're doing some construction down there. They've knocked out some buildings. They were condemned. The rats run around down there and nobody in his right mind walks over there. So what were you doing there?"
"Oh, I was chasing my hat. A breeze blew it off my head and since you gave me that hat for my birthday last year, I wanted to save it," Dolly said, thinking fast. It had been a windy day. She remembered that because her skirts had blown up exposing her panties for all to see.
"Yeah, so what happened?" Donald asked, obviously believing her story about the hat.
"I was running along and my hat blew into the building area of one of those buildings when the wind changed direction. It was cold and dark in there. There was a lot of wet dirt on the ground and dust, and bricks, and oh, it was terrible," she said. She had walked by there once to watch the humpy construction workers work in knocking the place down. She recalled what the work site looked like and described it in detail. Of course, the construction workers were no longer on the site because the schedule for rebuilding had not been worked out as yet.
"So, tell me about the rape part," Donald said. "That's what I wanna hear." He was touching his massive mauler. Even though he had shot a load of joy juice into her steaming twat, mixing his cum with the boy sperm of virile young Jimmy, he was getting aroused again. He would've killed any man who raped his wife, and yet he got off on the fantasy he had about rape.
He was aroused by forced sexual intercourse. That much was obvious in his fuck-style.
"I found my hat and I bent over to pick it up. The next thing I knew, a pair of hands was working on my ass cheeks under my dress."
Dolly described the scene from her vivid imagination. She said that the man slapped a piece of heavy tape over her mouth.
"This is to keep you quiet," he told her.
Then he forced her down, to the ground, ripped at her panties, and plunged his way into her cunt, fucking her madly until he released a hot stream of liquid fire from his big black firehose.
"Black? You mean he was a nigger?" Donald exclaimed.
"No, he wasn't a black man," Dolly said, changing her story in mid-stream. Suddenly she'd had an attack of conscience. She felt that black people had enough problems and she didn't want to lay another trip on them by putting them into her fantasy, even though her first fantasy concoction did involve the busting of her white pussy by a big chocolate stick.
"He had a dark prick, but his face and body weren't that dark. I don't know what he was. I know a lot of the people in this town, and I'd never seen him before. He had a sort of blurry face, if you know what I mean. No distinguishing characteristics. I wouldn't be able to recognize him again if my life depended upon it."
"You mean to tell me that a man fucked you by force in the empty construction site and you can't remember what he looked like?"
"No, I can't. You're not a woman, Donald. You wouldn't understand what it's like to be taken in that manner. After it's over, and even while it's happening, a girl gets so crazy, she doesn't remember a thing."
"So that's how you came to have scum up in your cunt."
"That's right, and after he finished, the man ran away. He yelled out something about leaving the city. He said we'd never find him again."
"I assume that you went to the police," Donald said.
"No, I certainly did not. Do you think I want to go through the humiliation of that. I don't want those police officers and detectives examining my pussy. I knew that you wouldn't want a bunch of men looking inside my twat. Besides, they'd never catch the guy, anyway. He ran away, I wouldn't be able to recognize him even if he took me out to dinner, and I just didn't want to' go through the embarrassment. If I did that, everybody in town would buzzing about Donald's Pritchard's wife and how she was raped down in the construction site. They'd be saying things like 'What was Dolly Pritchard doing down at that dangerous construction site in the first place?"
"They'd say I was a tramp and a slut. They'd whisper and giggle when I'd pass on the street and every time they'd see us, they'd be thinking of my raped pussy."
"You were right not to tell the police," Donald breathed, after hearing all the things that Dolly told him. He didn't want any of that.
"But why didn't you tell me? Why'd you try and hide it from me, Dolly?" he asked.
"I didn't want to worry you or get you upset," she answered meekly.
"Oh, Dolly, you're such a wonderful wife," Donald said. His eyes filled with tears, although he held his head back so that she wouldn't see his emotion welling up. Of course she saw it all, and was touched.
He held her close and she could feel the love that he had for her. She knew that he was a harsh husband and she wasn't always happy to receive the routings he laid on her. But deep down it was obvious that he loved her, and he really believed that he was training her with his discipline, .and training was something he did to somebody he cared about. It was his nature and his upbringing which determined that.
He had Dolly. She was his wife and intended to train her well because he loved her so. She would take it, because he gave her so much.
Certainly, she was flattered that he cared enough about her to beat her for adultery. Everybody knew that .adultery was a sin, and sins should be punished. At least, she'd learned that in Sunday School. It was in the Bible.
If he didn't care about her, he'd let her run off and be a slut. But he cared. He cared and made sure that she behaved for him.
From that day on their marriage seemed to be on more solid ground. It wasn't that anything really changed. She still did things like burning the toast, scorching his shirt with the iron, and leaving her nylons hanging in the bathroom. He still beat her for all of these things. The punishment box was opened often.
But the difference was in their attitude toward each other. Love flourished between them now. Dolly took the abuse because she realized that her husband administered it for many reasons, not the least of which was love and desire.
She took it because she realized that if she were really good, she wouldn't need to be beaten. She wanted correction so that she could improve herself.
Also, she began to recognize that she was directly responsible for much of her punishment. If she didn't want to be punished, she wouldn't do all the naughty things she did. Getting fucked by young Jimmy had been the worst thing she'd done.
But she didn't regret it, now that it had passed. She did enjoy it at the time. She'd allowed herself to indulge in that pressing desire. She was punished for it by her husband (and by Jimmy, too) but that was alright because it was all for a reason.
She got to love her husband in a more solid way after that incident. They were happier than ever. Their fuck sessions were longer and deeper.
She didn't go back to the pharmacy after that particular day. That is, she didn't go back until two months later when she began to suffer from stomach cramps. She needed some relief and so she returned to the shop.
Of course she was thinking about Jimmy on her way over there. She was afraid of what would happen when she saw him again, but she was determined to face it and not let her emotion get the best of her.
She did think of Jimmy's eyes, his lips, his hair, his smile, his voice, his cock and his balls. She did think about the things they did together in the whirlpool bath and in the steam room at the health club.
But she loved her husband and she owed her fidelity to him. Jimmy was going to have to remain a wonderful one-time experience. Perhaps it was better that way, all the way around.
Jimmy flushed when he saw the beautiful Dolly. She looked more voluptuous and radiant than ever, due to the beatings and sex sessions with her husband, no doubt.
Mr. St. Marks greeted Dolly with a smile.
"We haven't seen you for a while," he said. "My, don't you look wonderful. I recognize that glow!"
"What ever do you mean, Mr. St. Marks?" Dolly questioned.
"Oh, I don't want to say anything," the pharmacist replied.
It was a quizzical thing for him to say, Dolly thought to herself. She didn't dwell on it, though. She was happy to see Jimmy again.
As soon as he saw her, all of his feelings about her again stirred in his heart and in his dick. The motor of his throbber started purring.
"Did anything happen to you when you got home that other day after the health club?" Jimmy whispered.
"I got a good spanking, Jimmy. My husband discovered your boy-cum in my hole. He used the hairbrush on my hide. He really tanned it."
"Oh, Mrs. Pritchard," the boy sighed. "I wish I could've been there." He reached down and brought up a salve. "I would've rubbed this soothing salve into your aching flesh. I would've made it feel so much better."
"Oh, it felt good all hot and stinging. It hurt, don't get me wrong. I cried plenty and I couldn't sit down for four days! But the aches only reminded me that I'd been a bad wife. I've been good ever since."
"In that case I would've taken some Ben-gay and rubbed it into the aching wounds. That would've really set your ass on fire. Then I would've used the stuff inside your pussy hole as a lubricant. You'd be screamin!"
"Jimmy!" Dolly exclaimed. "What's gotten into you? The last time I saw you I saw a sweet young man. Now you're a wicked little stud."
They both laughed. Dolly wasn't alarmed. If anything, she liked that quality in her men. Jimmy was perfect. He was sweet, gentle and young, and yet he did have that dominating streak in him. Dolly needed that in her men.
She needed that because she was the soft, vulnerable, very pink type of sexpot who needed the aggression and control of a masculine man.
She needed a man like her Donald, who would punish her for being unfaithful.
"Anyway, Mrs. Pritchard, I'm sure you didn't come here to shoot the breeze. What can I do for you?"
Young Jimmy was learning fast. He left his question open-ended, so that Dolly could answer in any way she chose. Maybe she was there to buy some products. Maybe she was there because she wanted another roll in the steam.
She had come after three-thirty, just the time that Jimmy started work. Yes, she couldn't deny that she'd come to see him. But she didn't want to repeat any of what had happened before. She was there to buy a few items.
There were those stomach cramps that she'd been having. Especially in the morning. And she had been having difficulty in keeping her food down.
She was leaving on the ocean voyage in a few weeks. She didn't want to spend the entire trip in her cabin. So she was there for some relief. She also needed to buy a number of things to take with her on the cruise.
Finally the time for the ocean trip had come and she was eager to get away for a whole month out on the ocean. That was another reason that she wanted to see Jimmy because she'd be gone at sea, and once out on the ocean, it would be impossible for-her to see him.
Jimmy gave Dolly the various things she asked for, and when it came to the stomach cramps, he asked Mr. St. Marks to help out. The head pharmacist gave Dolly a strange look. He advised her to see a doctor, although he did give her some pills.
Dolly thanked Mr. St. Marks, and she said so long to Jimmy. The boy wanted to see Dolly a little bit more. It was time for his fifteen minute break, and he left the store. He and Dolly spent the fifteen minutes talking about this and about that. It was difficult at first to get into conversation, and every now and again the conversation lulled. There were those awkward breaks.
But all in all it was a fifteen minutes which they were both glad they'd spent together. There was a genuine affection between them.
"Well, have a good time on your trip, Mrs. Pritchard," the boy said. "I hope" I'll see you when you get back."
"Yes, I'm sure you will, Jimmy. Even though nothing can happen between us, because of my husband and all, I don't want to let go of you that easily. I like you too much. You were the first boy I ever did it with other than Donald, my husband. It was beautiful, and I don't think I'll ever forget it."
"I don't think I'll ever forget it either, Mrs. Pritchard," the boy said.
"Well, have a good day," Dolly told him.
"You too," the boy said.
"You too," Dolly replied, and then she realized that she was repeating herself, she was behaving like a schoolgirl and here she was several years older than the boy, in fact, she, at twenty-eight, was ten years older than he.
But he had an effect on her, that was for sure. It was a pleasant effect, and one which she was glad she had the chance to experience.
The day that the cruise began was a warm and sunny one. Dolly and Donald went down to the dock and there they found all of the fun that one sees in a movie when a ship sets off on a cruise.
There were streamers out over the water, attached to the dock at one end and to the ship at the other. There was a party on board the ship for everybody and their guests to celebrate the voyage that was about to take place.
Some of the people at the party had just come down to the docks that Sunday because they knew that there would be free food on board. They told the captain that they were guests of Mr. and Mrs. Smith. They were told which cabin the inevitable Smiths were staying in, and then they got lost in the party-goers.
Everyone was having a good time, taking a tour of the luxury liner and seeing all the rooms on board.
There was a large dining room with lots of tables. There was a stage in the dining room so that musicians and entertainers could perform for the diners.
Food was one of the major attractions on these voyages. Everybody gained at least five pounds, maybe more, after they got off that boat. There was breakfast, brunch, lunch, snack, dinner, snack, late supper, and more. And all of it was so good.
There was a swimming on board the ship, as well as deck chairs, shuffleboard, card rooms, disco room, a movie theater (not playing 'The Poseidon Adventure' or 'The Titanic') and various bars and decks for just relaxing.
"What funny windows," dumb Dolly cooed.
"Those round windows are portholes," Donald told her as they went to their stateroom.
It was an attractive room, although one corner of the room was sloped. "Oh, well, you can't expect everything when the tickets are free," Donald said.
"Free? I thought you said you bought the tickets especially for me," Dolly said, knowing that she'd caught his slip.
"Oh, well, I meant that you couldn't complain. You didn't pay for your tickets."
"Oh, Donald, you're so clever," Dolly replied.
"I know that," he answered.
Soon the whistle was sounding deeply and it was time for the ship to set sail. The guests scurried off the ship when the signal blasted and the announcement was made. "All ashore that's going ashore."
Dolly and Donald leaned over the side of the ship even though they had nobody to bid them farewell. People on the dock were throwing streamers and confetti, and waving like mad. The streamers which connected the boat to the dock ripped apart as the ship moved off into the water.
Everyone on the land was cheering and waving. Except for one person and Dolly was pretty sure she knew who that was. She didn't bring her glasses with her, and so his face appeared as a blur, but something about him made her think that the boy on the shore was none other than Jimmy from the pharmacy.
"Goodbye, Jimmy," she whispered to herself as' the ship pulled away.
There was a lot of fun on board the ship. Dolly loved to have her long blonde hair teased 'and bubbled up by the ship's hairdresser, a funny, roly-poly man named T.C He took Dolly's wigs and really went to town on them, creating what he called 'a mass of turd curls' for the bouncy, busty babe.
Dolly had a small singing voice, and she looked so pretty, that one night the captain of the ship invited her to sing for everybody. She asked Donald if she could do it, because he had her trained to. ask permission regarding . such things.
"I told him that I was a country singer and he said that I could sing. What do you think. Do I have your permission?" she asked.
"Only if they let me do a weightlifting show right along with you. I wanna show 'em my strength," Donald told her.
So it was arranged. Donald and Dolly did a dance for the audience who watched from the round tables in the dining room. An older matron was very interested in Donald's feats of strength. She watched him through a magnifying glass, not that any part of Donald Pritchard required enlargement. Everything was already blown up enough!
The same was certainly true for Dolly. In fact, her voluptuous curves and big breasts were even bigger now than they'd been before. She was putting on weight, and she attributed it to the wonderful food on board the ship.
But throughout the voyage, Dolly was sick. Her stomach cramps had become worse, and her head grew dizzy every so often. She wasn't feeling well at all.
She was also eating like crazy, and she'd eat the strangest things. She mixed cream soda in milk. She mixed cola in milk. She ate pickles and mixed them with anything she could get her hands on. And then she'd complain that her stomach hurt.
Finally, it was too much for her to continue ignoring what she should have done long before. She went to a doctor. On board the ship, the doctor was Dr. Fish, which seemed quite appropriate.
The good doctor examined Dolly with avid interest. He saw hundreds of patients each year and he examined them in the structure of a professional capacity.
But Dolly was much different. She was magnificent, especially without her clothes, and Dr. Fish was only human.
He watched as she went behind the screen in his ship office. He watched as she tossed her nylon stockings over the top of the screen. She didn't wear a bra, so that he didn't get to see. But he saw her magnificent breasts and her beautiful body when she stepped from behind the screen in all her glory.
He had her sit on his padded table and he placed an instrument up to her chest. He positioned his head somewhere between her breasts and listened to the thump, thump, thump of her heart. Her breasts were so large, that he felt the softness of them grazing the side of his face as he listened.
"Breathe deeply," he told her, and she did, causing her breasts to stick out even more.
"Mmmmmm. Hmmmmm," he muttered to himself as if discovering some deep, dark secret. Dolly's fingernails dug into the padding of his examining table. She wasn't too crazy about his approach, even though Marie, the girl she'd become friends with on board the ship, had told her that the doctor had a marvelous bedside manner. Marie had been on the ship once before, a year earlier, and apparently she'd had a chance to examine the doctor's tools.
Anyway, the doctor did all the standard tests and examinations, and then he told Dolly that he would have to examine her pussy.
"But why, doctor? There's nothing wrong with my pussy," she said.
"How can you be so sure?" the doctor asked. "And more important, why do you insist that nothing's wrong?"
"Oh, I guess it's because of my husband. I think he's given me something of a complex," Dolly sighed, finally getting all of this off her big and beautiful chest.
"Your husband has given you a complex about your vagina?" the doctor asked.
"Yes, well, he fucks it raw and then he blames me for not being able to have a baby. We've been working on it for a long time. More than a year. My mother told me that there are certain days, just before I have my period, that are best for fucking, you should pardon the expression."
"I've heard the expression before," the doctor replied. "I've even seen it written in the schoolyard where my sons go to school. They've heard it too."
"Well, my mother told me that there was a forty-eight hour period before my pussy period that would be the time that I'd be most fertile. Now, Donald fucks me at least twice a day, every day, so we never miss fucking on those days. But those days I circle on the calendar, and we make sure to fuck like bunnies when they roll around. Still, nothing's happened. My husband says that I must be sterile."
The doctor could hardly contain his amusement. However, only a small smile came to his lips, and Dolly didn't notice it.
Dr. Fish was pretty certain that Dolly was pregnant. Her fainting spells, her appetite, her weight, and her morning sickness all seemed to be signs of early pregnancy. They had started some months before.
However, he didn't want to let Dolly know what he imagined to be true. He knew that she and her husband had been trying hard to have a baby, and he didn't want to disappoint her if this was just a false alarm.
He had already taken a test designed to determine whether or not Dolly was expecting. He would know the results in several days.
"Now, Mrs. Pritchard," Dr. Fish said, "you seem to be in better health than you might imagine. I do see some injury to you inner vagina, perhaps from constant intercourse of a violent and prolonged nature."
Dolly gulped, knowing how true that was.
"I see some of the same irritation down your throat."
Dolly again gulped and swallowed, feeling the soreness down there. She knew that Donald's oversized and violent prick had done it, but it was a pain she loved. Even as she gulped and swallowed now, she thought about the way she gulped and swallowed his cum, and then gulped and swallowed again and again to get it all down.
"I also notice, Mrs. Pritchard, that you have some black and blue marks and some red welts on your legs and buttocks."
"Oh, yes, I, uh, fell down in the street," Dolly said.
"No, these seem to be marks received from an instrument of some kind. A belt, perhaps, or a whip."
"Oh, oh, that," Dolly said, again trying to keep her husband's temper to herself. "Yes, well, I was raped, doctor. I was walking down by the construction site on Main Street and I was raped. That might explain the damage in my pussy and down my throat. The man was very forceful and well hung. He rammed me in both places."
The doctor was disturbed my such an admission, and yet he didn't believe it, somehow. He had seen Dolly Pritchard and her husband on board. They were not a couple to be overlooked. His muscles and her bust and blondeness were enough to turn any eye. Even the eyes of the ship's minister had grazed Dolly's charms.
Whether or not there was lust in his heart was for the minister himself to know.
Anyway, Dr. Fish had seen the rough way Mr. Pritchard handled his wife. He had seen Donald take Dolly roughly by the arm and pull her off the crowded dance floor when her big behind pressed into the butt of a male dancer on the floor.
"I'll show you where to put your ass," the doctor had inescapably heard Donald Pritchard tell his wife. "You'll put your ass up and take a beating. I didn't bring that punishment box along for nothing," he said.
The doctor had been more than curious and he'd slinked behind the couple on the dark deck of the ship. He followed them to their stateroom and then he'd heard the cries and the strapping sounds. Dolly had gotten a razor strap across her behind. It landed repeatedly across her bare buttocks.
The curious and aroused young doctor had stood on his toes to peer through the porthole of the cabin. He watched as the angry husband spanked the abundant flesh of his wife's full-bodied buns.
So, Dr. Fish knew that Dolly might have sustained her bruises in a way that she didn't care to admit. The doctor was familiar enough with the body to recognize that the reddest of her wounds had been given no more than twenty-four hours earlier. They had been at sea for longer than that.
The doctor had stayed peeping at the window long enough to watch the reward Dolly received following her submissive taking of the strap. Donald Pritchard unleashed his monster prick and fed it to his wife with abandon.
The doctor recalled thinking that the man was built very large, and even though Dolly was a naturally-padded woman, she was not as tall as her muscular husband, not at all. He remembered thinking that she must've had a deep pussy to take that pummeling pecker, especially considering the piston action the man gave her.
Now he realized that it was Dolly's willpower and her love of her husband (and his big dick) which allowed her to stretch her physical capacity to accept all of him so harshly and so often. But it did show itself.
And there was nothing wrong with that. The doctor had studied psychology, too, and he knew that the dominant-submissive combination had to be mutual to some extent. Otherwise, Dolly wouldn't be taking the abuse so willingly so often. She would have had the sense to leave Donald for her own preservation; unless deep down she wanted it too.
The doctor's concern, the reason why he recommended that Dolly curtail that type of activity, was that he feared for the baby, if she were, indeed, pregnant.
"I want you to take it a little bit easy," Dr. Fish told Dolly. "And take one of these each morning." He handed Dolly a bottle of small, white pills.
"What is it, doctor? What is it for?"
"They're a special anxiety-reducing pill. They can take away tension and help a woman have a baby. Her mental state is most important, and you'd do well to take one each and every morning. Your morning illness might continue, but you'll feel much calmer when you take these."
"Oh, thank you, doctor," Dolly smiled. She hugged him and her naked boobs pressed into his clothed body. He could feel her insistent nipples poking into the crisp white material of his coat.
"Also, I'd like to have a chat with your husband," he added. "I've seen him on board. I watched his muscle display the other evening, and I enjoyed it nearly as much as I enjoyed your song. I want to give him an examination because it's always important for men who lift weights to get regular check-ups to make sure that he hasn't strained anything. You know what I mean, don't you, Mrs. Pritchard?"
She didn't but she was so happy that she might be able to have a baby if she took those anxiety-reducing tablets. So it didn't matter that she didn't understand every word that Dr. Fish told her because she heard what she wanted to hear.
"I'll have, Donald come see you tomorrow. I'm sure he'll be happy to have an examination. He's very concerned about his body," she told the doctor, who figured as much of the muscleman.
What didn't realize was that the pills the doctor gave her were nothing but sugar pills. They were the candy-coated nonsense drops used by children who played doctor with store-bought kits.
Dr. Fish was pretty certain that Dolly was fertile. He suspected that the problem of fertility might lie with Donald, and he wanted to check that possibility out.
The pills might have a psychological effect on Dolly and Donald, and could be used to take credit if Dolly was really pregnant. He would give a bottle of the pills to Donald as well, and determine whether or not Donald was able to sperm up a baby.
Dolly rushed back to the cabin with the good news that she had special pills which might assist her in her struggle to have a baby. But she was to find Donald waiting with a strap in his hand.
"What's the matter?" she asked when she saw the stern expression on his face and recognized it as the face of discipline.
"I found the letter you were writing."
Dolly knew immediately what he was referring to. She had started this letter several times, never expecting to actually mail it. She was going to rip this one up and toss it away as she had done with the rest, but she must've left it in the cabin.
Donald had it in one hand, the strap in the other. The letter was a note she'd written to Jimmy, thanking him again for everything, and telling him that she'd enjoyed their little chat. She wrote that she hoped to see him when she returned from the cruise, and that was the end of the matter.
But Donald wasn't pleased. Again he took this as a threat.
"Who the fuck is this punk Jimmy?" Donald growled.
"He's the teenager who works at the pharmacy," Dolly answered.
"He's old enough to fuck, isn't he? And at the pharmacy he'd have free condoms, not that you'd get knocked up anyway, but it would give him freedom to fool around, wouldn't it."
"Donald, please let's not get into this now. I have some good news from the doctor and ... "
Donald lunged at his wife. His temper was riled once again. He really didn't have anything solid to go on this time. There was no mention of love or sex in the letter. It could have been a simple friendly note to a young boy. It could have been.
Donald just wanted to make sure that it was only that. He hadn't heard Dolly talk about this Jimmy, and yet they had had a chat, according to the letter. And she was thanking him 'for everything.' He didn't like that at all and he wanted to make sure that she didn't try anything and that she feel his punishment for having written a letter to another male without consulting him first.
He had been waiting for her outside the cabin. He had his idea all worked out. This was going to be a real humiliating punishment, part of Mrs. Pritchard's voyage of pain.
He lifted her up in his muscular arms and hoisted her through the open porthole which looked into their cabin. Her head fit in easily. It was a tight squeeze for her chest. Her waist narrowed down and that slipped through easily enough, but her flared hips and big ass could not fit through. He knew that they wouldn't.
Dolly was stuck!
Her big ass was outside the porthole, facing .anybody who might pass by on the deck. It was the dinner hour and it was getting dark. Nobody was actually out walking the deck at that hour. They were preparing for dinner.
But still Dolly was humiliated at the idea that anybody might pass by and give her what her husband started giving her. He used the belt to beat her ass six, seven, eight times. He smacked her good!
"And when I'm finished strapping you," he told her, "I'm gonna fuck you!"
"No, no, you can't," Dolly pleaded. "The doctor told me that I had to be careful because my throat and pussy were being fucked too much and too hard."
"It's your ass that's sticking out the porthole," Donald grinned. "I'll fuck you up the ass!"
After the beating left her buttocks sore (it was a quick beating, though a hard one, and nobody caught the act) Donald pulled Dolly forcibly out from the porthole. But he wasn't finished, not by a long shot.
He reinserted her, this time with her bust and head sticking out the porthole over the deck. Her big ass was stuck again, this time inside the cabin.
She couldn't even see him, but she felt his thick-fingered hands spread her virgin asshole. Donald held her reddened cheeks apart and positioned the head of his glistening fuck-stick at the puckered rosebud of her rear hole.
CHAPTER SIX
Her mounds looked like two large peaches. The skin of the oval mounds was softer than peach flesh. He ran his strong very gently over the delicate surface of her ass cheeks. His fingers traveled down the valley, into the cleft, into the hole.
He pressed the giving cheeks apart just a little bit more, this time using the palms of his hands for pressure, because his fingers were busy feeling the softly lined skin all around the little hole.
His prick was curved up to meet the pulsating entrance. This was one time he wished that he could see her face.
"Aw, Dolly," he husked. "You really are a honey."
And she was. Her asshole was a beauty. His blood-engorged prick head was quivering at opening. The purplish head was gently forcing the walls apart.
"Take me, take me, Dolly," the man groaned, as he felt his prick enter the asshole of his punished wife.
Dolly felt the head spread her hole apart. Thank God he was going gently with her this time. The sight of that delicate fruit of an asshole, that ripe double-cantaloupe of ass, had calmed him with its magnificence.
It was the kind of young, virgin ass that any man felt compelled to treat with tender loving care. More than that, he treated the little asshole with adoration, because the lovely thing was so tender, so young and untried.
He loved his wife. This was almost a proof of it to her. He never doubted it. Even Dolly only doubted it from time to time, and then in painful moments.
But now he was so gentle with her. He was deflowering her.
He wanted to use her lovely anal channel to slide into again and again. He wasn't going to be foolish enough to hurt her with roughness.
If he did that, he might lose her for good. She might tighten up her hole for him, because of her fear. Then he'd have to really force her in order to get it in, and he didn't want to do damage. He was smart enough to know that damage could take place.
Ass fucking for the first time is something that requires willingness on both parts.
Dolly's most recent beating made her very willing. It always worked that way with her.
The head was well-lubricated. By sticking Dolly's hindquarters inside their room, he was able to get some cream for his shaft. He slicked the rod up and squirted plenty of sweet cream on Dolly's yearning asshole, too.
The tender little hole danced on the man's finger. He pressed it in, and the gush from the thick cream could be heard. Her little asshole closed around the probing finger, and she massaged his finger with her tight ass walls.
The head just slid in with some twisting and gentle pressure. Dolly groaned as it entered. She groaned louder and more deeply as it pressed further forward until her beautiful asshole was filled with prick; her husband's prick, after he'd punished her.
He'd spanked her ass cherry red, and now her asshole was taking his cock.
The sound, of Dolly's sex-thrilled groan caused her friend Marie to come see what was the matter. It sounded as if somebody had groaned after a deep stabbing. That was true in a way, Dolly's ass had been penetrated deeply.
"Dolly, was that you?" Marie asked, her face full of alarm.
"No, Marie, I don't think so. What do you mean, anyway, honey?" Dolly said.
It was not too easy for Dolly to speak. Each time she started to answer, Donald would push his hardened shaft into her with a gently twisting corkscrew of a motion. When he sank all the way in to where the head of his prick hit an inner organ, Dolly moaned.
"Dolly, are you sure you're alright?" Marie asked. Now Marie's face was really revealing just how strange this seemed to her. Here was Dolly sticking way out of the porthole. And Dolly's pattern of speaking was so strange. Every few minutes she'd start moaning.
Donald was going very slowly now, feeling the inside of Dolly's ass with his prick.
He had been inside her pussy many times. This first experience in rear door fucking was a delight for him. A sheer delight!
He was savoring every inch of her damp hole. He was inside what seemed to be a second asshole. He had pressed so far forward into her ass, it felt as if he had entered a new realm of virgin ass. He groaned deeply.
"What was that!" Marie screamed when she heard the manly sound which was more like the groan of a male jungle beast than that of a civilized man.
"What was what? I didn't hear anything," Dolly said, trying to smile.
"You mean to tell me that you didn't hear that groan?" Marie gasped. "It sounded as if it came from inside your room."
"I'm sorry that I can't invite you in to. see for yourself that nobody's in there, but my naked ass is on the other side of this porthole," Dolly said.
"Naked?" Marie smiled, her entire expression changing.
Suddenly Marie was no longer worried. Something new had come into her head and body.
Her hip arched out and she put her finger in her mouth to get enough spit to curl a spit curl in her pixie-styled brown hair.
She was smiling and licking her lips at the same time when she told Dolly that she wouldn't mind coming in for a drink. Dolly hadn't even asked.
"I just told you that I'm naked under the other side of this porthole," Dolly said.
"I know, and that's why I'd like to come in. I'm a girl too. You don't have anything I've never seen before. I may not have seen yours, but I'm sure mine isn't all that different. Mine's pretty hot now, though. Oh, I feel it twitching."
Dolly was shocked. She never suspected that her girlfriend Marie, the attractive stewardess who was finally relaxing on board a ship, was that way when it came to sex.
"Marie, you didn't tell me that you make it with women?" Dolly said, still determined that Marie not enter the room.
"I like girls and boys. I like them both. Since I was never able to decide which I liked' better, I decided to stick with both. It's more fun that way, and I never get bored."
Donald was able to hear every word even from the other side of the porthole. Sound traveled easily on board the ship. He was beginning just how many people had heard the sound of his belt cracking and echoing across the stretched ass globes of his naughty wife.
He was very interested in what this doll Marie was saying to his Dolly. He didn't like the idea of his wife being propositioned by a woman.
If it had been a man on the other side of the portal, he would've known what to do. He'd have gone out there and given the guy a piece of his mind, and then a piece of his fist. He'd probably knock the dude out.
But a woman was so different. A woman was just like Dolly, and a woman would be the kind of competition that Donald couldn't compete with.
So he kept his ears open to the conversation. Dolly had fixed it so that Marie thought the room was empty. This gave Marie the confidence to just speak out as if nobody could hear.
Dolly's position in the porthole made it easy for Marie to go ahead and do more than talk about her desire. Dolly's pretty breasts were lodged through the porthole. The abundant breast flesh couldn't move away from Marie's lesbian love.
Marie threw caution to the wind and went with her emotions. As the ship swayed back and forth on the rocking waters, Marie's hands massaged the breasts of Dolly Pritchard through the porthole.
Dolly had been able to talk her way out of lesbian advances when talking was enough. But once Marie went all the way and began caressing Dolly's tits, it was too late for talk. This was action, and despite her initial protests, Dolly fell into a state of arousal when she felt the gentle manipulations of her girlfriend's female hands.
This woman knew how to caress her breasts beautifully. She knew how to do the movements which felt best and which would start Dolly moaning softly.
Donald heard only the sound of Dolly moaning. Since he was constantly forcing his big bone around inside her virgin asshole, he assumed that she was moaning for him alone.
He pumped her only when he wanted to get super-hard. Most of the time he left his shaft buried inside of her, just hard enough for it to feel good for both of them.
Dolly was moaning because of the filled feeling that sent new sensations coursing through her beautiful body. She was responding wholeheartedly to the fucking of her virgin butt.
But it was Marie's skilled tit motions which were making Dolly's ass buck back on Donald's prong. It was Marie who was making Dolly writhe beyond normal limits.
"Mmmmm, take that rear door fucking, Dolly," Donald groaned loudly.
Marie's eyes opened wide. For a moment she even withdrew the nipples of Dolly's tits from her fingers.
But she replaced her fingers around the yearning tan nipples. She realized that Dolly was nude on the other side of that porthole, but that she was not alone.
She wondered only whether it was Dolly's cunt or ass that was getting the working out, and whether it was Donald's mouth, hand, prick, or special sex toy that was making the connection.
Marie's soft lips found Dolly's little ear.
"I'm going to have to stop that sweet moaning of yours," she whispered. "Your husband might find out that I'm here driving you crazy, too. I know how jealous he is. You showed me the bruises."
Dolly didn't wait long to find out how Marie intended to silence her.
A moment later, Marie's lips were pressed on Dolly's. A moan from Dolly's throat now echoed through Marie. On both sides of the porthole, Dolly made communications with her body. She was mouth to mouth with Marie, who stroked, fondled and tweaked her nipples and breasts.
Her husband's thick prong was deeply embedded up her well-punished asshole.
The three-way sexual ballet was danced as the ship rocked back and forth, and the salty spray came crashing up on Marie and on Dolly's lovely breasts and face.
The fucking from both sides was an experience for Dolly. The prick of her husband was something she would never forget. She recognized the feel of it up her ass as much as she would if he'd slipped it up her pussy.
She loved it both in her ass and her pussy. She simply loved his cock.
But this was doubly delightful. Her girlfriend Marie, the cute stewardess with the dimples and the twinkling eyes, was showing her passionate side.
Her mouth was warm and loving as it sucked on the nipples of Dolly's breasts as if she were a baby animal sucking for milk.
Dolly's moans were now stopped by Marie's fingers. Marie used her hands to wiggle her fingers in. She explored Dolly's mouth with her fingers, running the tips over Dolly's teeth, her tongue, and down her throat.
Marie's tongue flicked back and forth over the erect nipples. She sucked the flesh in and ran her tongue in circles around the soft mound.
The rhythms of Donald and Marie were varied. Donald was going slower than Marie.
As a result, Dolly didn't know when she would cum. She couldn't concentrate on one or the other of her sex partners. She had to shift her center of sensation back and forth between the two people who didn't even to get to see one another.
Donald had Dolly's ass, and Marie had her tits and mouth.
Then Donald felt the hot spray of Dolly's cunt. She was bumping and almost screaming, and it was obvious to both Marie and to Donald that the one in the middle was cumming.
"Ahhhh, oh, oh," Dolly cried as the female coital juice rocketed from her convulsing pussy hole. "Oh, here it goes, here it goes," she cried.
Both partners stayed with her until her quaking subsided. Donald remained with his prick pressed inside of her as she came. He felt the spasmadic clutching of Dolly's ass channel on his cock as her pussy came.
Marie covered Dolly's mouth with kisses and retained her hold on those luscious breasts.
Once Dolly's passion fits were over, Marie moved away.
"I'd like to do more with you, honey," Marie told her, "but that husband of yours scares me. I'm glad I'm a single girl. No men, no problems."
Dolly had time to ask Marie an important question. "I thought you said you liked men and women. You told me you did it with both sexes."
She wanted to make sure that Marie was a swinger, and not just a lesbian.
"I do, I do," Marie answered with a smile. "It's just that I haven't been with a man in years. I haven't found one to dominate me the way I need to be dominated," Marie whispered. "When I do, spread. Till then, let me eat pussy!"
She wrinkled her nose up. She was really cute.
She was cute enough for any man, and yet she was sticking with chicks for the time being. A girl like Dolly wasn't about to make Marie think of going back with men, either.
Dolly watched as Marie zigzagged down the deck sashaying her behind. Two gentlemen appeared on the deck, the first to walk the deck since the buxom wench was placed through the porthole.
They saw Marie walking by and they were aroused immediately. They looked at her, they looked back at each other, and then their eyes followed Marie's beauty once again.
Marie knew that she had them interested in her. She could just feel their gazes on her body. She always knew when men were trailing her with their eyes. It happened often and she was, aware of it every time. It was sort of preening for her to be in the spotlight of their attention. It was glory for her.
But she didn't encourage them at all. She merely turned her head around and looked back at Dolly. She found that Dolly, leaning out the porthole, was staring at her. Their eyes met again, and they both smiled.
They both had a special secret to keep from Donald. The secret was that they had made love while Donald fucked Dolly on the other side of the porthole.
It was funny, when Dolly thought about it. Donald had always told her to stay away from other men. He would've said as much about other women, but the thought had never occurred to him.
Having just spanked her with the belt for a believed flirtation, Donald fucked her up the asshole. He didn't know that all the time that he fucked her, she was getting kissed and fondled by the lovely Marie.
It happened right there under his nose, so to speak. It was his wife's full ass that was under his nose, and he was just revving up to cum.
"I'm gonna really fuck you now," he told Dolly through the porthole.
"No, Donald, don't. I visited the ship's doctor today," she said. "He said that if I take these pills, I may become pregnant."
"Pregnant!" Donald gasped. "Why didn't you tell me?"
He was very excited, but he had to remind himself not to get carried away. He was excited enough to pull Dolly through the porthole so fast that her breasts would scrape around the circle's walls.
He kept his cock inside of her and gently squeezed her through.
"Why-didn't you tell me?" he repeated.
"You didn't give me a chance," she told him.
"Oh, honey, I'm sorry. I hope I didn't spank you too hard."
"Oh, not too hard," Dolly said, rubbing her buns now that she was inside the cabin room. "I deserved a good spanking with the strap,"
"You sure did, baby," Donald told her. "That's why I gave it to you."
"You're a wonderful husband," she sighed, hugging him. "I'm so glad I married you. Now I know that when we have a baby, there won't be any problem about discipline in the family."
"I'll take care of that," Donald assured her. "A child has to be raised with discipline and so does a wife. It's my duty as a man."
Dolly hugged him close. He was rough on her at times, x but ' she was a big girl and anything less would not have been fitting.
"Do you think that you're really pregnant?" the happy Donald said.
"I don't know, I'm not sure. But the doctor gave me pills to help it along. He called them anxiety reducing pills. I think he wants you to take some too. He wants you to drop by and see him."
"Aw, Dolly, I don't need any pills. I'm a virile man."
"I know you are, Donald," the understanding wife replied. "But you should go in for a check-up. You're a bodybuilder, remember? You've got to keep yourself in shape on the inside as well as on the outside."
"I guess you're right, Dolly," her husband responded. "Hey, you know I've still got a hard-on that needs taking care of. Are you sure you're too sore in the pussy and throat?"
Dolly swallowed. Her throat did need a rest. Her pussy undulated inside. It was fuck-sore, too. And now her ass was hurting, besides. Inside and out!
"I'm really pretty sore," Dolly answered sheepishly. "But I want you to cum."
"Lay down on the bed, baby," Donald said. "I'll fuck you between the tits."
Tit fucking was a rare treat for these two. It didn't happen often because Dolly's holes were so inviting. But now that her orifices had all been used, it was time to get all frictioned up by Dolly's firm tits.
"Your nipples are nice and hard," Donald said, feeling each firm one with his fingers. He was breathing hard. There was something more sexual about Dolly than there had ever been before. That was saying quite a lot!
Maybe it was the idea that she might be pregnant. There was something very beautiful about a woman at that time. She certainly wasn't showing anything yet, and still there was a special glow about her that Donald had never seen on her before.
Her flesh was warm and rosy. Donald could feel the heat of her body on his glistening fuck rod as he straddled her on the bed and worked his way up until his ass was crouched over her belly and his erect tool was positioned between her tits.
His piss slit was pulsing. A drop of pre-cum oozed from the slit. He pressed the droplet out onto her soft white breast. He used the velveted head of his thick prong to slide the pearl of semen around and around on the tit flesh.
"Oh, Donald, Donald," she moaned. "It feels so good. Get my breast all sticky with your powerful cum."
She was able to prop her head far enough so that she could observe the powerful stalk sticking out from her husband's hairy crotch. She watched as the head of the cock smoothed the clear liquid into her skin.
When he squeezed his piss gash, it became a hole, and the ooze continued to drip. He brought the hole of his prick up to Dolly's firm right nipple. He was able to insert the firm button of breast tip into the head of his cock.
She was actually fucking him in the cock with the nipple of her breast!
"Oh, Donald, you're the greatest," she moaned. "I can feel the heat of your prick around my nipple. Ow, it's wild!" she gasped. "It's wild."
He worked his prick opening up and back on the stiff nipple which jutted off her globe like a rubber tip. He really felt the tit nipple push into him. He felt what it was like to be fucked, only it was her tit doing the fucking on his piss slit.
The sensation lured the cum right out of his dick. Not in fountains. Not yet.
It was still just the pre-cum lube which trickled out in little noisy explosions of gism which made her nipple slick with man-cum.
When he had the right nipple bright red with arousal, he moved his prick down the side of the globe, into her cleavage, and up the other mountain.
The ooze from his dick left a wet trail along her skin.
Dolly took her fingers and tweaked the flesh of her tit to make it stand up real high. Then she pinched at the aureole to swell the whole breast up for Donald.
He felt the firm nipple of Dolly's left breast find the deepness of his piss slit. He felt like he wanted to piss and cum at the same time.
His dick shuddered uncontrollably in tiny tremors. It almost felt as if little sparks were flying between his piss opening and her tit nipple. It was like the tiny shocks one gets after walking on a new carpet. They were like little lightning bolts to his cock, and to Dolly's sensitive breast.
Dolly reached her under hand down under her husband's ass. She found his big balls and she kept her hand around them, giving them firm, loving support.
"Oh, yeah, Dolly, yeah," he husked when he felt the warmth of her hand down there. It was as if she warmed his entire crotch by putting her hand there. They were not separate. They were one solid unit, meshed through sex.
"Dolly, if you keep that up, I won't hold out much longer," Donald said.
"I don't want you to hold out," she replied. "I want you to shoot. I want to watch your magnificent load. I want to see it gush like a geyser."
"That's gonna be the thick white goo that makes you pregnant," he groaned, feeling the semen climbing from his nuts, through his stiffening bone.
"Yes, yes! Cum baby, baby cum!" Dolly cried, feeling the tingling in his nuts and holding the sac more firmly in her hands.
"Oh, Dolly, Dolly catch it!" he cried.
He moved his prick down into her cleavage and began to slide his body back and forth. His thick cock, slicked with her own cunt cream and ass goo, moved back and forth between her orbs] He held the twin beauties close together so that they provided hot friction on his dick.
Suddenly his head reared back and the fountain began to spray.
The first blast flew out with one of Donald's uninhibited grunts. It flew over Dolly's head and landed on the couch. Such a waste. But Dolly was quick to catch the next shots as they flew from the piss slit she had tit-fucked.
She tried to take it all in her mouth, but she was twice splattered directly on her face. A third gush hit her neck.
But she was able to catch all the rest and suck it down into her mouth. She savored her husband's sperm, imagining that she could get pregnant by his manly spunk, even when she took it down her throat.
Again, a spanking had brought them together. She had already forgotten about Jimmy. She was eager to have Donald's baby.
The fact that she might be carrying the baby of young Jimmy never occurred to her.
CHAPTER SEVEN
The next day was a clear day out at sea. The air breezed over the deck, bringing with it the saltiness of the ocean.
Donald walked proudly to the office of Dr. Fish. He didn't like the idea of going to a doctor, but he did it because he wanted to be prime shape if he was going to be a father. He had a lot of confidence in himself now.
Secretly, he suspected that perhaps he wasn't capable of giving Dolly the child they both wanted so desperately. Perhaps part of his bodybuilding and macho style came out of his insecurity about his manhood.
He had the perfect build and then some. The same could be said about his cock muscle. He flexed the cock up Dolly's wonderful pussy often enough.
And yet he felt that he had to keep blaming her for not being able to conceive a child. He was sure that it was her fault. Or so he claimed.
But now that seemed to be in the past, because the doctor had suggested that Dolly might be pregnant. At least, he had said that it was possible if she took the anxiety-reducing pills. That told Donald that he'd been correct all along, that it was Dolly who had been having difficult in the production of a child.
So he felt much better knowing that and knowing that the pills might correct the problem. He did want to be a father, and he did want to raise a child with Dolly. He was sure that she would be a wonderful mother, and he also believed that the baby would keep Dolly from roaming.
Dr. Fish gave Donald a complete examination. He was looking especially for one thing and test after test showed the same result. It seemed that Donald's sperm count was low. He came forth a tremendous burst of semen each time he shot. He came forth with so much of the liquid, that the impregnating action of the sperm itself was weakened.
It was as if the abundant amount of his load, which Dolly loved so much, was watered down. The doctor knew of no way to correct that.
But Dr. Fish knew better than to tell Donald Pritchard about the finding. Dr. Fish had evaluated the tests he had given Mrs. Pritchard the day before. It was official, Dolly Pritchard was expecting a baby!
The combination of his test results led to clearcut conclusions. Firstly, Dolly was pregnant. Secondly, her husband could not have been the father.
Everybody on board knew of Donald's jealousy by this time. The spankings had cracked and echoed through the decks more than a few times. If a passenger hadn't been treated to the sound of the smacks and the cries, then he had been told about it by one or more of the other passengers.
It was the hottest piece of gossip on board the ship.
So Dr. Fish didn't dare mention his findings to Donald Pritchard. After all, this was a ship out on the ocean. There would be no way for Dolly to get away from her angry husband if he were to find out that she was pregnant by another man.
As it was, this had been already been a voyage of pain for Dolly Pritchard. The doctor didn't want to dress the woman's aching bruises, so he told what he called a professional fib. It wasn't exactly true, but it would solve a lot of problems.
"well, doc? What's the verdict?" the beaming and confident Donald Pritchard asked.
"Well, young man, I'm happy to tell you that you're in top condition. Everything is fine." He wondered if he should tell Mr. Pritchard that Dolly was pregnant. He decided ^ that since it was Dolly who had come to him for the tests, it was Dolly who should hear the results.
"I'd like to take another look at your wife," Dr. Fish added instead. "I want to see how she's doing. I gave her a few anxiety-reducing pills."
"Yes, doc, she told me. She said that it would help her have a baby. Is that true?"
"Do you want her to have a baby?" the doctor asked.
"Heck, yeah! I want that real bad. I've been doing it to her real regular now for over a year. Still nothing. I figured there was something wrong with her. It was disappointing. I still loved her, of course. But I do want her to have a baby."
"That's entirely possible now," the doctor said.
"Oh, wow, that's great. Those pills are really something," Donald beamed.
The doctor looked at the bottle from which he had taken Dolly's pills. He knew that the so-called anxiety-reducing pills were nothing more than sugar.
"Yes, they work wonders," he replied.
"Well, doctor, I'll just say that you really made my day," Donald enthused.
"I'm glad of that," Dr. Fish replied. "Treat her gently, won't you?"
"Sure thing, doc," Donald Pritchard answered. Knowing that she might soon be 'with child,' Donald intended to treat her very gently. He might even have to curtail his harsh spankings.
Dolly was having her hair done by T.C., the ship's hairdresser when Donald left the doctor's office. As Donald approached his cabin he found Marie there. She had just knocked on the door, and finding nobody in the room, she had turned to return to her single room aboard the liner.
"Oh, hello, Donald," Marie smiled.
"Hello Marie. Were you looking for me?" Donald asked.
"Actually, I was looking for Dolly," the petite beauty replied.
"Dolly's having her hair done," her husband told the young stewardess. "I guess you won't get to play with her this time," Donald sneered.
"Play with her? What are you hinting at?" Marie asked.
"You know what I mean. I heard what you said to her yesterday. I know that you have more than friendly interests on your mind when it comes to my wife."
Marie was challenged.
"She is quite attractive," she replied, enjoying the way she was obviously provoking his ire. He was a jealous man, and there she was telling him that she was eager to give his wife something that he could never give her. She was eager to give his wife another warm pussy.
"I don't want Dolly fooling around with anybody but me," he said firmly. "She knows that and she's been beaten more than once for even so much as looking as another man. The same goes for .women, only more so. If you don't want Dolly to take a whipping, you'd better lay off."
Marie's nipples were firm and her hot little box was juicing. This was a real challenge and she was ready for it. Marie was used to excitement. The whirlwind world of being an airline stewardess had accustomed her to such excitement.
Except for the incident through the porthole with Dolly, this ocean cruise had been rather dull for Marie. It was too slow for her pace, up until now.
Suddenly the prospects for fun were much higher.
"I think that Dolly should be the one to decide who she fucks with and who she doesn't," Marie replied, biting into the juicy challenge as if it were a mango.
"I think I should decide that, Marie. I'm her husband!" Donald flared.
"And an old fashioned one at that," Marie told him, her dimples flashing.
"Damn right I'm old fashioned. Dolly gets more than a taste of good old fashioned discipline every time she gets out of line. I'm the man of our family and I make the rules. She carries them out or else she feels my strap for it."
"You sure wouldn't be able to turn me over your knee that easily," Marie teased.
"Oh, wouldn't I?" Donald said.
"No you wouldn't!" Marie, snapped, and with that she turned on her heels and started walking off toward her cabin down the hall of that deck. She wiggled all the way, her ass getting Donald's prick hard. She slammed the door to her cabin so loudly that the lifesaver hanging on a hook beside her door fell from the hinge.
Donald was boiling. His urge to punish was strong. He felt like taking that firm butt of Marie's and pummeling it with his fists. He felt like giving that bitch a real hard spanking, harder than what he gave Dolly.
There weren't enough items in his well-stocked punishment box to use on Marie's naughty rear.
He felt his blood pressure rising and he really had a need to give a spanking. He was afraid that if he didn't give the spanking to the one who deserved it, he might take it out on Dolly. He'd done that before.
But now he knew that he had to be careful with Dolly. He'd go easier on her, and beat her only for out and out indiscretions, if she flirted with another man he'd have to punish her, but he wasn't going to spank Dolly for Marie's fresh mouth.
It was Marie who needed to be spanked for that. Her curvaceous, twenty-one-year-old buttocks needed to feel his flat-backed, wooden hairbrush.
He knew that if he barged into her room and used his strength on her now, he might find himself faced with an assault and battery charge. His body was a weapon.
He decided to calm down first. He returned to the office of the ship's doctor.
"Dr. Fish, I feel really tense," he said. "I really want to start punching."
The doctor heard his story and realized that his temper had taken the best of him again. The doctor decided to give Donald Pritchard some of those magical anxiety-reducing pills. They were harmless, and the psychological effect worked wonders.
The doctor believed that many ailments could be cured in the head of the person being treated. If Donald believed that they were anxiety-reducing pills, his anger and temper would subside according to his mental belief.
He gave Donald two of the pills, and only seconds after swallowing them down, Donald reported that he felt much more relaxed, even calm.
He walked from the doctor's office with a new attitude. He was going to give Marie what she deserved, but he was going to be rational about it. He was going to be a perfect disciplinarian and give her just what she needed.
He went to his cabin and left with the punishment box under his arm. He walked to Marie's door and knocked firmly several times.
Marie answered the door wearing a clinging sweater. Her excited nipples pressed against the soft material. Her well-turned legs were encased in a pair of dark stockings. At the door, she shifted her weight from side to side and looked anxiously at the menacing black box beneath Donald's strong arm.
"You shouldn't go around making the play for another man's wife," he told her firmly. "Don't you know that you could get spanked for being such a bad little lesbian and making a play for the wife of a real man."
Marie wasn't rebellious this time. There was something so commanding about Donald's manner. Perhaps it was that he believed what he was saying. He was a jealous man and the idea of Dolly writhing beneath the sheets with another woman made him angry.
And yet he was calm. He knew what he was going to do and Marie was beginning to sense what was coming.
"You know what happens to girls like you when the husband finds out, don't you?" he asked severely.
"They, they get spanked," she answered, her voice coming in breathy gasps. She could feel the strange arousal coming over her in hot flushes.
Donald entered the room, pushing her aside gently as he sat himself down on the couch in her cabin. The black punishment box was at his side.
Marie closed the door and locked it. She felt that she was blushing deeply.
"Come over here and bend over my lap," Donald told her.
Meekly, she walked toward him. She waited a moment when she was close enough to feel his hot breath on her. She wanted to resist. But then she gave in. She positioned herself across his lap, her head drooping close to the floor.
He didn't hesitate. He knew what he was there for. He reached under the waistband of the body stocking and pulled the dark stockings down to her thighs. Beneath the sheer black body stocking was a brief pair of black panties cut so abruptly that they were little more than a three-inch strip concealing the cleft of her bottom and her ripe pussy.
The anxiety-reducing pills were having their psychological effect on Donald. He went through the paces in a leisurely manner. He calmly pulled the panties down off her baby-soft mounds. The skin of her ass was like pink satin.
He admired the enticing area, and ran his hand over the cheeks. Marie clenched her buttock muscles when she felt his fingers caress her where she knew she would be smacked. He could see her furry pussy peeking out between her ass cheeks. It was moistening as he caressed her buttocks.
He slowly and methodically opened his special punishment box and found the oval hairbrush which had often smacked his wife's ass to a bright cherry red. With his left arm he held Marie in place by her waist.
For a breathless moment there was stillness as Donald raised his right arm with the hairbrush in his hand. Knowing that his arm was positioned high above her with the smooth end of the wooden brush facing down to smack her cheeks, Marie began to wriggle and writhe beneath him. She anxiously expected the crack of the brush on her bare behind.
Several times he brought the smooth surface of the brush down to her ass globes, just to give her feel of the softness of the hairbrush as it circled her globes.
Then he lifted the brush up very high and brought it down crisply.
As soon as the first blow landed squarely across her pinkish-white flesh, Marie started kicking and trying to squirm away.
"Oh, no, please stop," she begged, but her whimpers went for nothing. He brought the hairbrush down in a relentless shower of expertly delivered strokes.
She started sobbing without shame, and promising between each sob that she would be good and that she'd stay away from Dolly from now on.
"I'll see to it that you do," Donald said. "Otherwise you and Dolly will have red asses from me."
He didn't stop spanking, though. He continued to let the brush brighten her round ass globes. He watched as the soft flesh bounced back under the hail of smacks.
Soon every inch of her pale pink behind had become red. Even then, he continued to wallop her, taking no notice of her pleadings for him to stop.
"I'm going to give you a real pair of hot crossed buns!" he told her.
Marie continued to sob and writhe across his lap.
Even after he stopped spanking her, Marie still wiggled. It felt as if he were still giving it to her, her ass was so hot and hurting. It was a mass on fire.
When she finally stopped writhing, she felt Donald's hand at her cunt. She had wanted to be dominated by a man, and she had finally found the man to do it. It was too bad that he belonged to another woman.
But she had him for this moment, and after a spanking like that, she deserved some consolation. Her entire cleft was gleaming with cunt juice, and Donald used his finger to bring the sticky woman flow all over her crotch. He stroked back and forth in the enticing area between her heated ass and her sex-heated cunt.
Her sobs of pain were now replaced by girlish whimpers. She felt the wet stroking of her most private area, and she felt the prick of her girlfriend's husband pressing at the front of his pants.
Over his knee as she was, she could feel the throbbing of his stiffening penis at her gut. She knew that he wanted to bury that shaft inside of her, and she wanted it inside her clutching cuntal passage.
"Do you know what you can expect if you fool around with my wife again?" Donald Pritchard asked her.
"Yes, I understand," she sighed. "You'll fan my rear until it feels like I'm sitting on a lighted stove."
"I want you to feel that heat now as I move on in my discipline of you," Donald told her. "I want you to think about what you got while I fuck you."
It was going to happen! She knew that she'd been spanked, that was for sure. And now she was going to get her reward.
It would be a very special reward for Marie. She hadn't been fucked by a man in two years! Her pussy was so tight, it was practically a virgin hole all over again.
They moved from the couch to the bed.
"I won't fool around with Dolly anymore," Marie told Dolly's forceful husband. "In fact, if you fuck me right, I might not fool around with women ever again."
Donald grinned. This was quite a boost to his manly pride. He was determined to give Marie a fucking that would rival the spanking in .intensity.
His joystick was slicked with the spit from his mouth and with some of that sweet cunt nectar which had seeped out of Marie's nearly-virgin pussy hole.
Those delicate folds of cunt were glistening, and the soft pudding beneath her young pussy mounds gave way to Donald's slicked fingers.
He started with one and then two. Finally three fingers gently probed the moist regions of Marie's sweet snatch. He felt the soft lips and the fur around them. He felt the way the pussy parted to give him access to the damp interior.
He moved in until three fingers were inserted to his knuckles. He had Marie moaning and scratching the bed like a young bitch in heat.
Her ass was still glowing and the heat reminded her of the dominance of this man. Not that his approach would lead her to think otherwise, even for a moment.
He was firm with her. He didn't stretch or tear her delicate cuntal membranes, but if she tried to squirm away for a bit, he pressed further into her and with a greater, more insisting pressure.
"Open that cunt up," he said.
"Oh, yes, Donald," she sighed. "It's open for the man who spanked me."
The stick, all coated with her vagina gravy, throbbed as it approached the opening. He was on top of her. He pressed his penis into her young snatch, feeling the warm lips part moistly for the invading member.
His manly prong went into her inch by inch. His tongue was out to fill her mouth as he filled her pussy with his cock.
If Dolly was going to be tender and delicate for the months ahead, then Donald felt that it would be good to have someone like Marie around. He was getting his first feel of her poontang on board the ship after her spanking. He liked it.
He wanted more and more. And he wanted to give the naughty young woman more and more of his hairbrush, his belt, his hand, and even his riding crop. He wanted to try out all of the instruments in his punishment on her rear end.
"The lady likes the feel of a hard spanking across her ass, doesn't she?" she teased.
"Yes, yes, the lady loves it! She needs it."
"I know she does," Donald grunted, accenting his remarks with piston-like thrusts of his rod down her wet hole.
Her cunt was clinging to his shaft as he rammed the back of her twat repeatedly and rubbed her clit back and forth with the base of his mighty mauler.
"Beaten and fucked, that's what I need to be," she cried. "I've always wanted to get fucked this way. I needed to learn the lesson first. Now I'm yours. Take me. Take me and fuck the hell out of me. Oh, screw it."
Donald starting thrusting his hips faster and faster. His cock was like a blur soaring in and out of the clinging hole of young Marie.
He felt the tension mounting. Her hole was just too hot. The walls were just too tight. The depths were just too wet. He couldn't hold back. He was going to blast.
"I'm getting ready to shoot it. I'm getting ready to fire hot sperm down your pussy," he told Marie.
"Oh, Donald, don't," she cried. "I'm not fixed."
"What do you mean," he grunted, trying to stop plowing her, but his prick kept quivering, as if his finger had pressed too far on the trigger of his gun to turn back.
"I mean that I haven't been with a man like this for two years. I don't use any birth control. If you cum inside of me, I might get pregnant."
Donald suddenly flashed back to his wife Dolly. He insisted that she be faithful, and yet here he was in the cabin of her friend Marie. The spanking was one thing. She needed to be spanked to teach her a lesson and to keep her away from Dolly.
But the sight of her luscious buns as they were smacked to a glow had been too much for Donald to resist. The quivering of her moistening pussy had been too much for Donald. He had to sink his dick into her. He hadn't bothered to think.
But if he got Marie pregnant, then he would have some trouble on his hands. It would be double trouble. Marie and Dolly would both be after him, and rightfully so.
He wanted only Dolly, when he really thought about it. He felt the head of his pecker twitching and opening up.
He pulled his boner out of Marie's quivering quim. The heavy thing flopped down on top of her cunt and sprayed hot gushes of man-jizz all over her. Most of it landed in her dark brown patch of pubic hair.
Donald, still panting, rubbed the thick cream into the tangled bush of female crotch hair. The strands were soaked with his sperm, and the white globs of cream meshed her pussy hair together as he massaged her just-fucked cunt.
The sensations coursed through her, but she still couldn't cum.
"Spank me," she whispered. "Turn me over and spank me until I cum," she begged.
This shocked Donald. He knew that his ladies loved to be spanked. It punished them for their misbehaviors and it got them ready for the dick. Donald loved to smack bottom because the asses got him hot for the cunts.
Once he saw those full cheeks glowing hotly, he wanted to sink his prick into the juicy inner cunt.
But Dolly was always so grateful once her spankings were over. Now here was Marie asking for more of a beating. She needed more so that she could cum.
Donald shrugged his shoulders. If she needed to be spanked that badly, he was glad to oblige. He turned her over and told her to kneel on the bed with her ass up for his punishment.
She did as she was told, sticking her ass out and up. She was reeling in anticipation. She wanted him to beat her ass until it was sore enough to trigger her orgasm.
Again, there was that moment of silence. Donald had returned to his punishment box. Marie heard the snap lock on the box open up. She heard him fishing around inside to locate the perfect instrument with which to give it to her.
Her ass was still red from the previous beating. The area between her asshole and her pussy was shining wetly.
Donald found just what he wanted. He knew that it would sting, especially since her ass had already been worked on and was red all over.
He withdrew a long strip of rawhide. He doubled it over and raised his hand high. The rawhide whistled through the air and landed with a resounding crack across the rounded globes of Marie's perfect ass.
She jumped when she felt it. She had received enough with the hairbrush to leave her buttocks throbbing with a dull pain. This instrument, the rawhide, stung like hell. She hadn't expected anything quite like what she was getting.
Donald smacked her back and forth, back and forth. When she started to wriggle and complain that she couldn't take it, he held her in place with one hand while he continued to strike her with the other.
That's what she needed. She needed to feel it just up to the point that she could no longer stand it. He built up and up smacking her with greater and greater intensity, and lie certainly hadn't started out lightly.
"Oh, Donald, I'm going to climax," Marie moaned.
It was then that Donald stopped, mid-stroke.
"Donald, Donald, don't stop now," she pleaded. "Beat me until I cum," she begged.
He knew what he was doing. He brought her just up to the point of climax and then he stopped. He wanted to bring her there several times before taking her all the way to orgasm. That way, when she came it would really rock the ship.
He brought her to near climax no less than three times.
By the fourth approach, Marie was sweating. She was in a frenzied state. She was practically biting the fucking wall!
"Open up your asshole," he told her firmly.
She didn't hear him at first, she was so engrossed in her passion.
He sent the rawhide sailing into her flesh. It was an extra-hard stroke.
"I said reach back and open up that asshole," Donald repeated.
Marie reached back and felt the stinging heat rising off her ass cheeks. She fingered the cleft with the dampness of her cunt juice. The twat substance was mixed with the heavy cream which Donald had smeared into her twat hair.
She pulled the cheeks apart and exposed her vulnerable asshole to him.
Donald stepped back and warned her to keep the hole open. He changed his position so that the thin strip of leather could hit down into the opening of her virgin asshole.
Three times he slapped her tender hole with the rawhide strip.
That was enough to make her entire body shake. She collapsed in spasms of orgasm.
She was still trembling and feeling the voluptuous agony of sexual pain when Donald closed the door to her cabin and returned to his wife.
This second honeymoon voyage had been just that for Dolly and Donald Pritchard. It was a voyage made in heaven. It brought them very close together. They were in love all over again, and the love was laced with spankings.
Dolly returned to the ship's doctor to get the results of her examination. When she heard that she was pregnant, she jumped for joy. She was told by Dr. Fish that she would have to take it easy for a while, but she was advised to exercise.
So Dolly and Donald exercised together in a most delightful way. They discovered that when Dolly sat her pussy down on Donald's monstrous shaft, she could keep him hard by working her cuntal muscles whenever she felt his thick thing flagging.
She practiced that, and in this way they found that they could spend hours with him inside of her. One lazy afternoon on board the ship they spent six hours like that.
The anxiety-reducing pills really seemed to do the job for Dolly and Donald. Dolly was expecting a baby and Donald felt like a prize stud.
Dr. Fish worried to himself about girls like Dolly. He could see that they egged their husbands on for a taste of the belt. Often Donald would have to tell Dolly that she was just begging to be beaten.
He alone seemed to know that Dolly must have been pregnant by another man. He wondered what had provoked Dolly to go that far with someone else when she knew that her husband was the jealous type who showed his jealousy with the belt.
Did she need to be whipped?
The doctor felt sorry for Donald Pritchard, the great big tower of manhood who wasn't really the father of the baby growing inside of her. How could he be? His sperm count was too low. But Donald wasn't counting.
Donald was stud of the ship as far as he was concerned. That much became obvious some months later when the trip was over and everyone had settled back down. While Donald cared for his expectant Dolly, someone else was experiencing the feelings of impending motherhood.
The night that Donald and Dolly had Marie over for dinner, the news came out. Donald and Dolly had exchanged phone numbers and addresses. They had remained friends after the trip was completed. The salt air had faded out, but the sensations shared amongst them had not.
Marie's tail still tingled when she saw Donald. She looked at his hand, his right hand, and imagined that his belt was wrapped around it. She could almost see that black leather curling wickedly around his palm, the bitter tail of it hanging, swinging back and forth.
"Ow!" She could virtually feel that belt swing, down across her naked ass. She could feel the thousands of tiny tingles in the pattern crisscrossed on her by the impact of the belt as it struck back and forth over her bare skin.
At the same time, she could still feel the firm nipple of Dolly's golden tit mound as she sucked at it. She could still feel the flatness at the tip of Dolly's nipple. She could feel the bouncy quality that the tit had when she gently clamped her teeth around it and flicked it back and forth with her tongue.
She remembered the wet warmth of Dolly's full-lipped mouth. She recalled what it was like to massage Dolly's breasts and make love in -her mouth while her husband butt-fucked her at the same time. To top it off, Donald never even knew that while he worked her over through one side of the porthole, on the other, something just as juicy was taking place.
It was dripping from the corners of Marie's mouth.
"So what's this big announcement you have for us?" Donald asked his dinner guest. "Dolly's been telling me that you wanted us to be the first to know."
"Let's all lift our glasses," Marie suggested. "Let's lift our glasses and toast the good news."
Dolly and Donald raised their glasses high and the three goblets of crystal, sparkling with scarlet liquid, met in the middle of the table. They were about to chime in three-part harmony.
"The good news," Marie started, "is for me as well as for Dolly. Dolly is ready to have her baby next month, and now, I discover that I'm expecting, too!"
"Oh, how wonderful!" Dolly exclaimed. "Congratulations!"
Donald just gulped. "Yes, that's fine," he finally said. "Who's the lucky guy?"
They sipped their cocktails. "I know who he is," Marie answered, "but I'm not telling."
"Not telling? Whatever for?" Dolly asked, her eyes wide as blue saucers.
"He's married; to somebody else. Married to a friend of mine, as a matter of fact. I don't want to hurt their marriage by coming out with it. They love each other too much. I was just a one-time thing with him. It was great, and I always wanted a baby. I'll raise the child by myself."
"Oh, Marie, I think that's wonderful. You're really terrific," she enthused with genuine joy for her friend. "Oh, I could just hug you. But not too tight, because of our babies."
The girls giggled and Marie went to Dolly and they hugged each other.
Donald watched. He didn't get jealous over their bear-hugs. It was obviously a mutual expression of love and not lust.
He was doing some quick mental arithmetic. He was counting the months between that time on the ship cruise and the present. He wanted to know when the baby was due.
He waited to find out. He told Dolly that he'd take care of the dishes. "The doctor told you to take it easy," he cautioned.
He expected Marie to join him in the kitchen, ostensibly to dry the dishes, but obviously to whisper with Donald over the roar of the water as it flowed. "Marie, when is your baby due?" he asked.
"If you're wondering if it's yours, the answer is yes. I was only with you, and I haven't been with anyone since. No man, anyway."
"Oh, Marie, what are you going to do? You should've told me that you weren't fixed sooner. Pre-cum get out, you know. On a wild man like me, a little cum is powerful stuff. One tiny drop of my potent sperm is enough to do it. Look at Dolly, but at least we're married. You, Marie, what are you going to do?"
"Stop running off at the mouth," she whispered, placing her little pinky finger up to his lips. "I'm going to do exactly as I said. I wanted a child all my life. I want this one. I'll raise the child as my own, borne of a wonderful seed planted by you on a night I learned that I could have glorious sex with a man. I still prefer women. I always have. But with a man, I wanted to be dominated. That's what I think a man should naturally do. If there were more men like you, I might not be a lesbian today. But I am a lesbian, and I'm happy. Now I'm going to raise a child. Like many mothers who raise their children alone, I'm going to give my child enough love for two parents."
Donald was getting a hard-on just from being near Marie. He was so proud to know that he was the father of her child. He knew that the baby would be a beautiful child, and he promised to give Marie whatever assistance he could.
"Don't worry, Donald," Marie said soothingly. "Everything will work out fine."
"What's going on in here?" Dolly said as she entered the kitchen, breaking up the little get-together.
"Oh, we were just going over some of the fun times we had on the ship," Marie said.
"Yes, that was some voyage," Dolly sighed.
That night, as Donald slept beside his naked wife, he thought about some of the ideas which had swept through his mind before Marie brought him the news of her pregnancy.
He couldn't stop thinking that he was not the real father of Dolly's baby. Even before the infant was born, he suspected that he might not be the one. He had felt that way since he discovered the cum of a male on his wife's body. She had said she'd been raped, but he never believed it.
Not really. He was afraid that somebody else's sperm had done its work inside his wife. He didn't really care if it was the rapist or her lover. One would be as bad as the other. He wanted to be the father and something kept pulling at him, telling him that he wasn't.
He'd been trying for a year, and though he kept putting the blame on Dolly, he feared that it might be as much his problem as hers.
Even when the doctor on the cruise ship had told him that everything was fine, he didn't believe it. He watched the doctor's face when the doctor took the sperm count. He feared the worst. Though it never came, he didn't want to check the sperm count out with another doctor. He didn't want to know.
But now Marie was telling him that he was potent. She hadn't been with any other man, and she was pregnant.
The answer was simple. Either the doctor was wrong or the doctor was right.
But which?
A baby was born and they called the girl Donna. She was a cute little thing, with a tuft of blonde hair in the front of her head. She was the only baby born with such long hair. The nurses at the hospital said so.
Dolly was very happy. As far as she was concerned, Donald was the father.
She didn't think about young Jimmy, the blond kid who worked after school in the St. Marks pharmacy. He thought of her. He thought of her often, but he knew that he had' to let her go. She belonged to another.
The Fall semester found him moving across the country to attend classes at another university. Dolly was a pleasant memory for him. She was a memory.
When Marie had her baby, also a girl, she named her Donna. There were two baby Donnas now.
Donald remained happy with his two families, although he only acknowledged one of the two babies as his own; Dolly's Donna, of course.
The threesome of adults remained close through the years. There was only one thing that Marie missed by not having Donald the way Dolly did. One evening when the three of them were together at the Pritchards' place, Marie brought it up.
"I know that you used to get beatings from Donald," Marie said. "Everyone on the ship heard the spankings, and you even showed me some of the marks once, remember?"
"I still get spanked," Dolly told her friend. "Not as often as I used to be, but then, I'm a better wife now. I don't require discipline as often."
"How often do you get it?" Marie asked, shifting her weight from one side to other. Her ass was beginning to tingle at the very thought of punishment. Her ass flesh hadn't forgotten the feeling of his strokes. She wanted to feel the hard opened hand of his spanking down relentlessly on her bare ass. She needed it, just as Dolly did.
"I get it about once a week, nowadays, usually we wait until Saturday or Sunday, and that's when I get my hide tanned," Dolly answered matter-of-factly.
"The thing of it is, Dolly, without a man, I don't get spanked the way I should. I mean, I'm naughty from time to time. I think about men, and about those dingles dangling down between their legs. I wish those dangling dingles were standing straight up and out. I'd take them up my hole, I swear I would."
"You think you need to be punished for that?" Donald interjected. His voice was firm and strong. He had become aroused. He believed that she did need discipline. He was the father of her baby and he strangely expected her to loyal to him.
"I think I do," she replied humbly. "I think I need my white cheeks spanked to a red hot sizzle."
"What do you think, Dolly? Do you mind if I show Marie how to get spanked?" he asked.
"If she needs it, I guess she should take it. I think it would be good of you to punish her."
"Good, I was hoping you'd see it that way. By being generous with me, you've escaped punishment with the riding crop. But you haven't escaped punishment altogether. You've been pretty bad lately, Dolly," he told his trembling wife.
It was true, she had been bad. She'd been going out during the day and looking at men when she should have been shopping for the baby. Donald, had been told by a buddy of his that Dolly had been seen eying men's crotches.
"You're going to have to pay for that, Dolly," her stern husband told her after confronting her with it in front of Marie. "And I'm going to give it to you right here in front of your friend Marie."
That was really humiliating for Dolly, but she knew that it had to be done. She obediently hiked her ruffled skirt up over her back and placed herself over her husband's knees. He took care of removing her cotton panties.
He pulled the white cotton panties down and felt the globes of her naked ass. As Marie watched in a combination of arousal and shock, Donald spanked some sense into the throbbing ass cheeks of his wife.
Marie's heart nearly stopped each time the blonde beauty got her ass reddened by the constant falling of Donald's palm upon her posterior.
Over and over again the man slammed his palm into Dolly's ass. The woman stretched across his lap cried, but he only stopped after her buttocks and thighs were covered with the stings of his anger.
"Now it's your turn," he told Marie. The woman trembled. She had asked for it, but now she wondered just how crazy she was to ask a man like Donald Pritchard for a session in discipline.
A man like Donald Pritchard would give her what she asked for and he wouldn't go lightly. She knew that.
She placed her body across his lap. Her pussy was dripping cunt froth even before he started, and his pants were damp from her cunt in a second's time.
She hadn't been spanked for a long time, and Donald promised to give her enough to make up for all the time she'd missed.
"You get in on some of this, too," Donald told Dolly. "You could still use some more hard and fast. Bring that stool over and get across it, ass up."
Dolly did as she was told. Their babies were upstairs sleeping. It was a good thing that the walls and floors of this place were pretty well soundproofed.
Dolly brought the little stool from the kitchen. She placed beside her friend, and this made it possible for Dolly's ass to be placed directly beside Marie's. Both awaited their discipline.
"I'm going to start on Marie, since she needs it the most. She's been without it for too long," Donald said.
Dolly waited her turn, her body curved into almost a V-shape. She was in a jackhammer position over the stool. Her ass was up high in the center.
Donald started smacking Marie with his open hand. That was just the way she wanted it. She wanted to feel his hand smack her flesh, leaving his imprint on her.
Smack! Smack! Smack! The cracks rang out.
"Just do the best you can to take it," Dolly advised her friend, not realizing, of course, that Marie had been on the receiving end of Donald's spanking hand before.
"I'm trying," Marie said between gritted teeth. She tensed her ass muscles, but that only seemed to make the blows feel worse when they struck.
The punishment box was never far from Donald's grasp. He reached over and opened the box. He pulled out his riding crop.
He had been waiting for a time like this to give Dolly the crop. This would be new for her and certainly new for Marie as well.
It was perfect now, since the crop was long enough and pliable enough to crack over two upturned bottoms at once. He could use one stroke, and smack the asses of both of his naughty women.
They were the mothers of his children, and he was going to teach them right.
The crop was designed to hit the flanks of horses. It was not made for the tender flesh of young women.
But both women had posteriors expansive enough to take the full force of an instrument such as this one. Donald couldn't tell which ass was quivering the most when he flicked the whip against his opened palm to test the weight of the stroke.
They both heard the crack and flinched. They would know when the crop really landed across their asses. They'd really, really know it.
Donald raised the whip high and brought it down across both of them at once. Again and again he smacked them, as if they were a team of horses.
The red welts started showing up on their skins with the first stinging stroke of discipline. They were like a couple of rival slave girls, each wanting to please the master. Nothing else existed for them but him. They were there totally for his pleasure and for their correction at the instruction of his whip.
The kiss of the whip left purple kiss marks across Marie's hip. She was getting the most stinging part of the crop, the coiled tip, repeatedly on her curved rump.
That was alright, though. Dolly would be receiving several more whippings at least, in the time between this spanking and Marie's next session under the whip.
Mrs. Pritchard's voyage of pain had been a good one. It marked the beginning of her journey into the slavery of love.
After each spanking was over, Donald Pritchard rewarded his gorgeous slaves with his prong. He unzipped and revealed his magnificent manhood.
Both girls begged him to wear a rubber. They knew how potent his scum was.
"Dolly, go get me a condom," he said. His woman scampered off and returned with a box of rubbers.
"Put it on me," he told her. She removed one from the box and unrolled it. She moistened his prick with the hot saliva from her mouth. Then she slipped the condom up on his stiffening shaft.
"I wanna feel both of you on me at once. I punished you together, and now I wanna feel both of you working me over with your tongues."
Dolly had never thought about having sex with Marie and Donald since that strange time aboard the ship. This time everybody knew about everybody else. Donald hadn't even asked Dolly if she wanted to engage in three-way sex. He had simply assumed that she would. And she did want to. She wanted to very much.
Both women started at Donald's feet. Dolly was at his right and Marie was on his left. Their wet tongues climbed his naked, hairy legs. They traced their wet paths up his body to his tits. Each one began to suck.
He reached around them and went for the asses he had spanked without mercy. He kneaded the abused flesh until both women were moaning so much, they could barely keep his tits in their mouths.
Dolly wanted that cock in her. She told him so, and he was happy to oblige. He told her to sit up on the stool, so that her pussy could be openly splayed. He fucked her using downward strokes which caused his prick to make the cunt juice gush.
He fucked her like that because it enabled him to get at her cunt, while watching the rose-colored cheeks of her ass bounce below his plunging cock. He knew he's spanked her ass to that color, and he was proud of his handiwork.
