"You may leave your panties on, Carol dear," Adam Coleman said gently to his eighteen year old bride, "I'll take them off when I'm ready."
The fact that he was already quite ready for something was manifest by his erect penis which he held in his right hand. It was seven inches of surging strength, the swollen head blood filled, giving it the appearance of a big plum.
The previous night, it had parted the tender pink lips of what Carol called her cunt, since that was what her husband of one day had taught her to call it. That part had been rather exciting to the trembling, naked virgin, but a little later, after the big, hard tool had stretched her hot, tight passage it stopped at what Adam told her was her cherry.
After that, all Carol could remember was the pain. He told her that he had picked her cherry and went on to tell her, "from now on when I fuck your sweet little cunt with my big cock, it won't hurt you. More than that, Carol, you will beg for my cock night and day, your little cunt will hunger for it."
He had assured her that he would teach her everything about the complicated game of sex and would introduce her to a whole new world of pleasure. Now as she stood before him, clad only in panties, garter belt, nylons and the very high heeled black pumps he'd bought her, Carol was about to learn another game.
The pain in her crotch had passed during the night and she hoped that that this new game would not cause it to return.
His eyes moved from her beautiful face with its clear, sensitive skin, almond eyes, and wide, full lipped mouth, all framed by cascading red hair, down to the magnificence of her lush breasts.
Her bra was a thirty-eight-C, but she didn't need one. Like a pair of tropical fruit sheathed in white silk with bright pink tips, her breasts jutted boldly in contrast to the natural shyness of the girl herself.
Below a firm, slim waist, there was an erotic flaring of the magnificent body as it curved to a slightly rounded tummy, the neat depression of nipple showing through the sheer, white nylon panties, firm, well fleshed hips, and perfectly rounded buttocks which equalled the thirty-eight inch measure of her bustline. Between the two measures, her twenty-five inch waist emphasized both.
There would be those who would say that she had a bit too much bottom to her, but Adam Coleman was not one of them. He prided himself in being, among many other things, a bum man, and as such, he considered Carol's the most beautiful he had ever seen.
"Stand in profile, my darling," he told her as he moved his hand from his penis, fearing that it would erupt and spoil the game he had planned with his lovely bride of less than twenty-four hours.
Nervously, Carol obeyed. Adam trembled at the sight of the firm beauty of her young body. There were so many things to be done with it, so many things to teach her so that she would become a suitable partner to this man of wealth who lived for erotic pleasure alone and who boasted that he had already enjoyed every possible sexual act and was determined to invent a whole catalogue of new ones.
"Come and kneel here, darling," Adam told her as he parted his knees to make room for her. Her beautiful breasts swayed in an erotic dance as she obeyed.
"Please, Adam," she said with feeling as she looked up into his face, "tell me what we are going to do so that I may be prepared for it."
"I shall tell you as we go along, my dearest," he told her as his hands claimed her breasts and began to fondle them. "It will be much more exciting that way. Do you remember what you are to call these?" he asked, squeezing both breasts.
"Yes."
"Then say it, my dearest," he commanded, his hands squeezing again.
"My tits."
"That's right, darling, your big, beautiful, suckable tits." He squeezed them a little harder and caused her to wince.
As he continued to tell her of the beauty of her breasts, he manipulated both nipples with finger and thumb, and thrilled at the sight of them as they elongated and hardened.
"Your big, firm tits are even more beautiful when each one has a hard on," he told her. Slipping an arm around her, Adam drew her downward until he was able to rub one nipple with the end of his throbbing penis.
He squeezed all along the length of the shaft of his tool and forced a big drop of fluid to appear. He rubbed it off on the white silk of her breast, then having her kneel up again, spread the fluid over the warm skin until it vanished.
"That's the same fluid I shoot up your cunt when I fuck you?" he told her, delighting in the use of such terms with his young bride who, throughout her life had been completely protected from anything related to sex.
Carol's mother had died when the girl was six years old. In his grief, her father had taken his only child to live in an old, stone, castle like house far from the city. The two became hermits.
The man provided the girl with an extensive education, one more thorough than she could have received in the best schools of the city, and had omitted only sex about which she knew nothing.
Adam Coleman was his one link with the outside world. They had been active business partners in the early days, and both were then living off the fortunes they had amassed.
When instinct told the man that his heart was failing, he sent Adam a message, asking him to come to the remote mansion and bring a doctor with him, a heart specialist.
It was the first time Adam had seen Carol since she was five years old and he couldn't believe his eyes. That such a jewel had been hidden away in the old mansion was beyond comprehension.
In conversation both with the girl and her father, Adam discovered that within the body of the magnificent beauty, for all her education, there was an innocent, trusting, trembling girl.
The doctor confirmed that the man's heart was indeed in a seriously weakened condition and confided to Adam that he was amazed that the old man was alive at all.
After the doctor left, Adam and his friend talked far into the night. Much of their conversation was devoted to the man's impending death and his daughter's future life.
Adam knew he was going to have the innocent beauty for his own, to be trained to be Queen of erotica, that he would get her even if he had to kill his old friend to do it.
Fortunately, that wasn't necessary. Pointing out to his friend that he had been divorced recently, not telling him it was the third time in thirteen years, he told him he wanted to marry the girl and give her the protection and love she would need in order to cope with the outside world from which she had been shut out for thirteen years.
The old man was delighted. More than that, he insisted that Adam take her away the following day so that she would not be around to see him die.
The following morning, Carol accepted the news calmly, thanking Adam for his kindness and consideration of her welfare. Her education, with heavy emphasis on logic, had been such that word of her father's impending death did not upset her. Death comes to all, her father was old and he was going to die.
She left that same day with Adam, was ensconced in his house where Beth, an attractive, black haired maid in her late twenties, helped her adapt to her new way of life. As soon as arrangements could be made, she and Adam were married.
Adam had considered a fraudulent ceremony to protect his freedom, but decided on the genuine thing. After all, she would inherit everything her father owned.
Beth was much more than a maid to Adam, and, having been told of his plans for his virgin bride, ensured that Carol learned only what Adam wanted her to learn about life. As her reward, she had been permitted to prepare the bride for her defloration and to remain in the bedroom while it took place. Carol accepted that as being perfectly natural.
* * *
And then she was standing between her husband's legs as he fondled her buttocks through the clinging, sheer nylon panties, explaining to her the game they were going to play.
"My friends and I call it spanky-spank or spank-bum," he told her. "We pretend that you have done something naughty, and I scold you for it. You must look and act very sad and beg me not to spank you. You will promise to be a good girl, but I remain firm and insist that you must be spanked."
"I think I understand the meaning of spank," Carol said, a look of concern on her face, "and surely it will be painful for me. Must all sexual pleasure contain pain?"
"Far from it, my dearest," he assured her, his hands still following the contours of her delightful buttocks. "I shall not give you a hard spanking, merely enough to paint pink roses over the beautiful white skin of your bum. It will impart a truly delicious tingle to your buttocks and make you anxious to go on to other delightful games we shall play. I'll tell you more about the second game later, but it is called eat the cunt and lick the clit. Believe me, there is no pain involved and you will experience pure ecstasy."
"You are very kind to me, Adam," she told him, gently, "and I know that when you hurt me, it is because hurt cannot be avoided. Logic tells me that since you love me, you would not willingly cause me pain."
"How wise and understanding you are, my dearest," he told her, his hands squeezing her buttocks in anticipation. "But for now, we must find cause for your spanking. I have it. I caught you in your bedroom with a little boy. You were bare naked and allowing him to feel your body all over. You will be ten years old. Remember now, for the game to be really exciting, you must act your role convincingly. Do you think you can do it?"
"I believe so, Adam. I shall try my very best to make the game right."
"Bless you, my dear. We shall start," he paused for dramatic impact, "now."
"Shame on you, Carol, you are a very naughty little girl. Imagine taking off all your clothes for that little boy. I saw you letting him feel your bummy and your little cunt. You were going to allow him to lick your cunt and your arsehole, weren't you?"
"Yes, sir," she admitted humbly, thrilling the man with the way she played the little girl role.
While Adam put the girl through a series of intimate questions and answers to which she responded surprisingly well, Beth watched and listened through the intricately carved wooden screen near the bed. She was naked and sat rubbing her inner thighs warmly with both hands. Later, she knew, she would be forced to move her buttocks up to the edge of the chair so that she could get a finger into her vagina and find her clitoris to release the wild tension that would have been built up within her by then.
"And now, little Carol," the man said firmly as his hands reached for the waistband of her panties, "I am going to take your little panties down to bare your bum for your spanking."
"Oh please, sir," she sobbed, "do not take my panties down. Please do not spank my bare bum. I promise not to allow little boys to play with my bummy and my cunt again."
"I must be sure you remember, Carol," he told her as he began to lower her panties very slowly, "that is why I must spank your little bare bum."
As he continued to lecture his bride, Adam unveiled her body very slowly, turning her so that he would admire the gradual emergence into nudity of her magnificently rounded posterior.
"Hold still now, Carol," he admonished her, "I must make a very careful inspection of your bum to ensure that it has not been damaged." His hands moved lovingly over the lovely cheeks while his eyes admired the flawless beauty of them.
"Bend over now, Carol and put your hands on your knees, I must conduct a more intimate examination of your bottom."
Carol obeyed without protest and arched her posterior close to him, tightening the silken skin and distorting the roundness of her buttocks only slightly.
His hands caught the cheeks and slowly drew them apart The valley was deep and warm looking, and in the center, her anus winked, a lovely pink ring that looked small and very helpless buried between the big mounds.
With one finger, he explored the length of the valley a few times, then, pressing the tip of a long finger on the center of the pink ring, he pushed it slowly in. As he did, he watched her bottom sway.
He noted with excitement how the tightness of her anus seemed to resist his finger and thought of the thrill that was to be his when he stretched that little pink orifice with the swollen head of his big, long penis. Oh how you will squirm, my innocent little jewel, but you will have to submit meekly while I bury seven hard inches of cock up that tiny arsehole and ride your hot, red, beautiful arse to the rhythm of your crying.
"And now, my dear," he informed her, patting her buttocks lightly, "it is time for you to lie across my lap with your little bare bum-bum turned up for a spanking."
Carol began to lower herself over his lap, then remembered the role she was playing and stopped, begging in a little girl voice to be spared the spanking and promising to be a good girl.
"I'm sorry, little Carol, but that will not suffice. Come over my lap for your spanking. You may cry as much as you wish. In fact, it pleases me to hear my little girl cry when I am forced to punish her."
Sobbing, Carol draped herself over his thighs in the classic spanking position. Although he treated her like a little girl, she was all woman, magnificent, beautiful voluptuous woman, her lovely behind arched to await the stinging ministration of his right hand.
As he had told Beth he would, he spanked Carol only lightly, crisp spanks which provided a nice sound and imparted a delicate pink shading to the perfect white nether cheeks as Carol squirmed and cried convincingly while tossing her pretty behind in a surprisingly lascivious manner which convinced him that she was finding the erotic stimulation he was counting on.
Once she had been trained, he was confident, she would be able to enjoy severe spankings and generous doses of the strap. He knew there would always be a temptation to use the cane or the biting martinet on her, but he doubted that he would be able to do anything that would leave such lovely cheeks with ugly streaks that would turn brown and remain for days to mar her delicate beauty.
As he continued to slap moderately from cheek to lovely cheek, Carol continued to cry and toss her behind in a manner that drove the man wild so that he had to keep reminding himself to keep the spanks light.
When he had reason to believe that her cries were becoming the real thing, Adam forced himself to stop spanking and began to massage the warm, tingling cheeks, gently and lovingly.
"All right, darling," he told her in his normal tone, "That's all the spanking for this time. How did you like it? Did it hurt much?"
"I did like it, Adam, truly I did. It did hurt some, especially near the end when I was really crying rather than pretending, and yet I enjoyed every smack. My training in logic tells me that this is a contradiction in itself, that I should enjoy feeling pain, but I must confess I did. It had left me feeling most excited, as strange excitement that is completely new to me."
"How wonderful, my darling," he told her, helping her to her feet, taking her into his arms and kissing her, passionately as their bodies rubbed in erotic arousal. "You are a most magnificently natural woman, Carol," he went on after the long kiss, "and we are both going to be extremely happy. You are only now beginning to live, you can't begin to understand what joy lies ahead for you."
"I know you are right, Adam," she told him, a sigh in her voice as she looked up into his face. "I feel that I am the most fortunate woman who ever lived."
"And I the most fortunate man," he replied.
"Are we going to play that other game now, Adam?" Carol asked in an anxious tone.
"In just a little while, my darling," he answered. "Tell me, in addition to the tingle in your lovely bum, is there also a strong sensation in your loins?"
"Oh yes, yes. It is a strange feeling but a most delightful one. What is it Adam?"
"It is an indication that you are horny. Lie on your tummy on the bed now and concentrate on feeling homy. I must leave you for a little while and allow you to get very homy. If you feel like it, you may feel your bum and rub your tummy on the bed as well as rubbing your thighs together. It will increase your horny feeling."
Carol got onto the bed and as he paused in the doorway, still naked, his penis swaying strongly, he looked at the lush pink buttocks and saw the gentle motion as she began rubbing her body on the bed. She would be more than just homy when he returned, he told himself with a smile of satisfaction.
Chapter Two
Signalling with a finger over his mouth for silence, Adam passed through the room where Beth stood naked, peering through the screen at the naked girl who was rubbing with even greater vigor, and walked through another door. Beth hurried to join him.
"Thank God you came," she panted. "I was getting so wild that I was on the verge of fingering myself. What a perfect young creature she is."
"She really is that, Beth dear, and I knew the state you would be in, that's why I came. Would you care to be sucked off before I go back for round two?"
"Christ, yes. Ooh, just the thought of the way the sweet, innocent little angel is rubbing herself, not knowing what it's all about is driving me out of my mind."
"Then let's get on the bed and do something about that hot little cunt of yours. How would you like it this time?"
"Oh Adam," she sighed, shivering and causing her firm breasts to sway, "you're such a darling. May I sit on your face."
With a smile, Adam dropped onto the bed on his back, his legs together, his strong penis rampant. His smile widened as Beth followed him onto the bed and knelt astride him. She paused for a few seconds with her crotch just above his penis, then lowered herself until she felt it pushing against the hot sensitivity of her vulva.
"Christ, how I'd love to feel that poking up into me," she panted.
"Then go ahead and impale yourself. Just bring yourself down slowly, then come back up slowly. I really have to keep my full charge for my lovely young bride."
"Ooh, thank you darling," she panted as she reached into her crotch to guide the head to the slit of her hungry core.
She groaned with pleasure as she felt the big head spread her slit and force a path into her. Slowly, her whole body trembling, breasts bouncing, she pushed her body down until her buttocks were grinding on him as his penis was buried to the hilt inside the moist heat of her vagina.
"Oh my God, darling," she panted, "what a cunt full you give a woman. I'll never get used to it. It will always be like the first time for me."
"My cock is always delighted to be in you, dear," Adam told her, "but right now it's beginning to get too delighted. Better pull up and bring your pussy here so that I can suck you off before you begin to smoke."
Laughing, she raised her body slowly, feeling the swollen head pull reluctantly down her vagina until, with a little sucking sound, it pulled out.
Feeling a little trickle of moisture run down her inner left thigh, Beth realized how desperately she needed a good, strong orgasm.
"Ooh, lover man," she sighed as she crawled higher up his body, "I'm going to be so juicy, right from the start."
"How wonderful for me," he replied, staring as her crotch reached its position directly above his face. "The hotter and juicer a cunt is the more I love to lick and suck it. Do hold a minute right there, sweet, you know how I love to admire the form of your pretty arse above my face and to let my mouth water while I look at that crotch, waiting for it to press down on me."
"Shall I put it right on your mouth, or rub your face a little first?" she asked, her voice breaking with passion.
"Since you're so nice and wet, give me a little wet crotch massage first," he told her. "Okay, baby, bring pretty little pussy to daddy and ride his face. See if you can find a fart for me too."
That request always delighted Beth. He was the first man she'd ever known who liked to have a woman press down on his face and push his nose between her buttocks before loosing a good fart for him to inhale.
Her crotch came down slowly, jerking a little as a result of her overpowering arousal, and then it was rubbing all over his face, leaving warm stickiness behind.
Beth changed her position then and the man watched as her smooth, white arse came down on his face, pressing so that his nose went unerringly to her anus. He felt the anus push out as she strained to produce a fart. Again and again the anal ring caressed his nose as she put everything she had into the effort, then he saw that she was not going to be able to find one.
His hands tugged at her buttocks and Beth recognized the familiar signal. At once, with a groan of lust, she moved her body and pressed her vulva down on his wet, waiting mouth.
He closed his mouth over it, sucked as though trying to get all of her crotch into his mouth, then sent his tongue up into the wet slit, found her clitoris, hard and sensitive, and began licking it while his hands held and rubbed her jerking body, keeping her breasts swaying and bouncing madly while she told him how good it was.
Every few seconds, just to tease her and keep her waiting for the desperately needed orgasm, Adam took his tongue off her hard clitoris and probed the depths of her vagina, lapping the juices and causing her crotch to wet his face a little more.
Each time he did, she pressed down on his face and he sent his tongue back to the sensitive passion bud to rasp at it again. Instinctively, he knew when it was time to stop the teasing as he sensed that she was approaching climax.
Gripping her tightly with both hands, he pulled her down firmly over his face and began mouthing her vulva even more greedily as his tongue rasped faster over the sensitized surface of her clitoris.
Her crotch pounded and rubbed his face as she went howling into orgasm. Of the many women he had dived over the years, none could compare with Beth for violence of climax, especially when she sat on his face to take it. By the time she recovered, his face had been well battered and was smeared with the mingled juices of cunnilingus.
Chapter Three
As Adam stepped into the bedroom, he saw that his bride was still rubbing her mons veneris on the bed and guessed that she had not climaxed yet. Still, she had worked herself into a delightful state of arousal and her little groans, only partially muffled by the pillow in which her face was buried, attested to that.
She hadn't heard him come in, so he moved quietly to the bed, bent over her and put a hand on one warm buttock to give it a caress.
"Oh, Adam," she gasped as she rolled onto her back, her thighs falling wide apart, her hips jerking in passion as she displayed the core of her desire, "I don't know what's happening to me. I must surely be more than just horny."
"Don't worry my darling," he assured her, his hands stroking her inner thighs, causing arousal to mount even higher, "you're beautifully horny now, but I'm going to make you even more so before I begin to eat your delicious little pussy. Just relax and let passion take complete control of your body."
Relaxation was obviously impossible, but Carol stopped being concerned about her unfamiliar state and threw herself into enjoyment of it with wild, and completely wonderful abandon. She seemed to be surprised at seeing her legs high in the air in an open vee as her husband drove her wild with lust by ministering to her silken inner thighs first with his fingertips, then even more excitingly with his lips and tongue. As arousal mounted to heights she couldn't believe, Carol became sure that if he were not holding her down, she would fly around the room in the manner of a freed balloon as it released its air.
Adam would have teased longer, but as he watched and listened to his beautiful bride in her unaccustomed state, he feared she may faint and spoil everything. He was going to have to get on with the matter of introducing her to the act of cunnilingus without much more delay, he decided.
On an impulse, he rolled her over onto her left side, his face close to the beautiful buttocks he had so recently spanked pink. They were still warm to the touch and so silken smooth that it was hard to believe.
Her right thigh raised easily at the touch of his hand and he saw the readiness of her crotch, the tangled red hair pushed away from the succulent looking pink lips.
With a little groan from him and a high pitched shriek of lust from the girl, he pressed his mouth down on her hot vulva without warning. He was content to hold his mouth there in a kissing motion for a few seconds, then he began to suck greedily.
Carol caught him completely be surprise by climaxing at once. It was the first climax of her life and was obviously a wild, shattering experience for her, but a wonderful one. He moved a little away from her, allowing her to roll over onto her tummy as her lovely behind jerked through the final spasms. She lay quietly then as her body began the warm, glowing drift back toward some stage of normalcy. It was a long, lovely trip.
"Did you enjoy your orgasm, my darling," Adam asked after he had rolled her over and sat beside her fondling a firm breast.
"Oh, Adam," she sighed, "I didn't know anything could ever be like that. Surely orgasm contains all the delights of earth and heaven together."
"That and more," he assured her as he used his other hand to stroke her slightly rounded tummy, resisting the urge to press a finger tip into her smoothly formed navel since he wanted her to relax for a return bout of cunnilingus as soon as possible.
"For one thing," he went on, "I didn't even touch your clitoris with my tongue. There are many women who cannot achieve orgasm without that. You are extremely sensitive to the erotic joys and in that, you are a most fortunate woman."
"I know I am that, Adam," she replied with warmth, "you have made me that."
"Would you like another one the same way?"
"Could my body stand two such delightful shocks? I mean it, is there is no danger to my heart from such stress?"
"If there were, my precious one, then I would not permit it. Your heart and the package in which it is contained are much too important to me to take any risks."
"Then yes, my wonderful husband, please do it to me again. Shall I lie on my side again? I think that is really a most fascinating position in which to get your face into my crotch."
"It is, dearest one, but there are many variations. We shall try another this time. Come, sit with your pretty bum on the very edge of the bed and your feet on the floor."
Carol did so, and Adam eased her body down onto the bed in a lying position, parting her legs wide as he did.
"Must you be so far away from me?" she asked as she saw him drop to the floor on his knees.
"Have no fear, my lovely one," he reassured her, "I'll not be as far from you as you think. Besides, it seems only right that I should be on my knees when paying tribute to beauty such as yours."
"Oh Adam," she sighed, "what a perfectly lovely thing to say, even if I'm not deserving of it."
"You are more than deserving of it, my dearest," he said as he picked up her legs behind the knees and raised them, "more so than any woman who has ever lived or will live. You are perfection of flesh and spirit and I shall spend a long and happy life paying erotic tribute to that perfection."
Carol trembled not so much from the touch of his hands on her thighs as from the touch of the words in her heart and her loins. Oh God, she told herself, if I waken to find this is all a dream I swear I'll kill myself.
Adam was using both hands to hold her thighs straight up and his tongue was licking her inner thighs again as he spoke warmly of their silken beauty and how they thrilled him.
As his tongue licked higher and higher, working steadily toward the warmth which radiated from her crotch, wafting the delicate musk of woman to his flaring nostrils, her body began to jerk with ever increasing violence.
"Oh, my darling Adam," she sighed loudly, "I am going to have another one. Will it be as strong and shattering as the first one?"
"One can never be sure, angel, but I would expect this to be stronger than the first, but without all the shattering rough edges. A woman's second orgasm is usually better than the first."
He stopped talking then because his tongue was moving into her crotch, being careful to lick away from the soft, pink lips, teasing them and causing her hips to bounce as she waited for the feel of the rough tongue on her sensitive labiae.
"Oh Adam... oh... oh..." she gasped, "your tongue is so close now. Oh... I... can't wait for the touch of your lips on my cunt. Oh... oh... oh... eeeeeaaaahhhhhh..." she shrieked as he pressed his mouth over her vulva, held there for a second, then very slowly licked from the beginning of the valley of her buttocks right to the top of her vulva and on up to the lower slope of her mons veneris. As he felt her violent trembling and jerking, Adam wondered if again she was going to climax without having her clitoris touched.
But she didn't and he was pleased. His tongue had not yet tasted her clitoris and he hungered for it. Fearing a too quick orgasm, he sent his tongue probing between the moistened labiae, probed the hot depths of her narrow vagina, then drew a new cry from the tender young beauty as it licked its way back and up to her clitoris.
He was surprised at the length as well as the hardness of the sensitive organ. It was almost, he thought, like a small but very stiff penis. It was long enough, in fact that he was able to press his mouth down hard and get the tip of it between his lips so that he could suck on it as though it really were a penis.
As he did so, Carol's lovely behind went into a wild, pagan dance of lust, bouncing with wild abandon as his hands held her so that she could not escape his searching, sucking mouth and raping tongue.
Earlier, Carol had asked whether all sexual pleasure must contain pain, but she knew then how wrong she had been. In exchange for the ecstasy she was experiencing then, she knew, she would willingly bear all the pain man could ever devise, would crawl on her hands and knees and beg for pain so that she might earn the right to such sublime pleasure.
Watching through the screen, Beth became so madly aroused that she swore she could feel the man's tongue in her own vagina, could feel it licking her hard, sensitive clitoris. Looking down, she became aware for the first time that there was something in her vagina, but that it was her own finger, not the man's tongue. Tongue or finger, it didn't matter to her as long as it was there and doing what it was doing while her naked behind swayed in erotic motion and her body pressed down against the delightful intruder.
"Oh my wonderful Adam," Carol sighed as her body came up, hips off the bed, to press upward against the face which pressed down in her crotch, "I think I'm getting close again. Oh it feels so good, sooooo wonderful. Oh how your wonderful tongue licks me, how your strong mouth sucks at me. My heart wants to go down into my cunt so that you may suck it right into you."
She opened her mouth to say more, but froze that way as orgasm gathered strongly not just in her crotch, but seemingly throughout her whole being, her mind as well as her body.
Her cry told the man she was going into orgasm and his hands tightened on her hips, holding and rubbing at the same time, controlling the violence of her abandoned jerking.
Climax swept over her again, her hands slapping the bed her legs scissoring high above them as wave after erotic wave of completion broke over her.
Instantly, she saw that Adam had been accurate in his prediction that the second orgasm would be infinitely better than the first. It contained all the same delicious strength, but it was somehow smoother, as though rounded out and sheathed in satin or velvet or, she thought later, perhaps it was ermine.
Taking his tongue off her clitoris as she went into orgasm, Adam continued to hold the writhing beauty strongly, his face still buried in the delicious depths of her silken crotch. Only when the final spasm had passed, did Adam get to his feet, lie on the bed beside his tired young wife and take her into his arms.
She spoke in awe as she tried to describe the beauty and the ecstasy she had sampled and asked over and over again for assurance that it would always be so good and that the two of them would live forever so that they need never stop enjoying their love.
In that moment, both truly believed that they would somehow be made immortal by their physical love and would indeed live forever. There was always time for reality later.
"I must have you now, my darling," Adam told her, his penis straining strongly against her sensitive body.
"Tell me what to do, my wonderful husband," she told him warmly. "Do whatever you want, take me in any way you wish. Kill me if it would please you, I should love to die when I am feeling like this."
It was a sudden switch from her earlier plea for immortality, but logic had nothing to do with what either of them felt at that time.
"Kneel up on all fours, my beloved beautiful one," he told her as he knelt beside her. "Over here," he went on, patting the bed and guiding her into the desired position.
"There now, my lovely one, look to your right and see what you see in the mirror."
"Oh Adam," she cried out in excited surprise, "I am beautiful. You have made me beautiful."
"Indeed my darling, you are beautiful. Perhaps the most beautiful woman who has ever lived, but I did not do it. You were that when I found you."
His praise may have sounded extravagant, and yet, alternating his gaze from directly down at her body, to the mirror which gave the added view of her lush breasts hanging pendulously, the long pink nipples seeming to reach for the bed, he couldn't think of any one detail of her that could be changed to improve her.
Her face had been beautiful when he first saw it, but if he had changed anything about her, it was there. More than just beauty showed on it then, there was a radiance which reflected the inner content and joy, an external manifestation of internal ecstasy.
Despite the fact that her only previous experience of sexual intercourse had been painful, Carol sighed warmly as she watched the man kneel up close behind her, his penis lightly brushing her buttocks, telling her of the strength of that organ, and of the velvet softness of the head which would soon be stretching and filling her narrow vaginal passageway. She didn't even pause to wonder if it would hurt. She wanted it in her, wanted their bodies united in that way and if there was to be pain involved, then she would welcome it.
"In just a minute, my darling," Adam told her as he employed both hands to fondle her lush buttocks while he dreamed of spanking them yet again.
One of his hands moved between them and she watched in the mirror as it closed around his penis, gave a little tug, then guided it between her thighs, immediately below the smooth lower slopes of her buttocks.
"Oh, darling, I can feel it. Oh, it feels so strong and smooth. I want it, my darling husband," she sighed, "do push your great strong weapon into me."
"Then you're not afraid, Carol?" he asked in a deep, rich tone. "You really want me to fill your precious little cunt with it.?"
"Oh yes... yes... all I'm afraid of is that you will change your mind and not give it to me. Oh how I want it. Oh! It is touching my little opening now. Oh, my husband, come right into my body."
"YES, my dearest," he assured her as he used the fingers of his other hand to part her labiae. After having twice brought her to climax with his mouth, her vagina, he found, was more than adequately prepared, lubricated for relatively easy passage of his big penis. "Here it comes now my angel, just relax your muscles and feel the thrill of being stretched."
As the big head forced the passage, Adam turned again to the mirror. There he saw her swaying breasts and saw too that she was shaking her head from side to side, a look of supreme joy on her radiantly beautiful face.
"Oh, Adam," she panted, "it doesn't hurt. Oh yes, push, Adam darling, oh yes. Is there more to come?"
"You have less than half of it in you now, dearest one. In this position, a man can penetrate a woman more deeply. Not enough short-cocked men know that. I'm going to jab another inch into you now."
Gripping her hips tightly, Adam gave another push and was prepared to bet that he had fed her exactly one inch with the smooth jab. He felt the moist vaginal walls alternately gripping and releasing his penis, fanning the flames of lust.
He gave three more similar jabs and with the final one, felt and heard his belly slap her arched behind.
"Oh my God," she cried out, "that wonderful, great cock has pushed right up between my tits and now you're spanking my bum with your belly."
"Do you like being spanked that way, my dear?" he asked, resting against her, still holding her hips firmly.
"Oh yes... yes... spank me some more."
He began stroking, his hands pulled her back to meet each forward lunge. SLAP... SLAP... SLAP... the sound of his belly slapping her sensitive buttocks seemed to fill the room.
Adam paused to rest again, not because he was tired, but rather, trying to prolong the act as long as possible, not wanting it to end.
But then he knew it would be futile.
"All right, my darling," he told her as he renewed his grip on her well fleshed hips, "one more brisk flurry and then I'll go off. Here comes another belly spanking for your sweet bum."
Riding hard and fast this time, the slap... slap... slap of his belly on her behind was fast and wildly exciting for both of them. It was destined to be a short ride though, as, with his body jerking out of control, he fired his charge of thick, warm semen deeply into the panting, sighing girl, holding her behind tightly against him. The strong muscles of her vagina gripped his spurting penis and sucked even more semen when he thought none remained.
"Oh my angel," he groaned weakly, "I have another little gift for you."
Reaching under her, he pushed a finger between her body and his penis, found her hard clitoris and began fingering it. Carol had come close to achieving her third orgasm during the act of intercourse, so that it was not long before the finger on her clitoris brought her to that ecstatic state.
For a couple of seconds, her body jerked and trembled, her head held high as her silken posterior ground and rubbed and jerked against his belly while he held her tightly against him.
After that, her arms collapsed and her head fell to the bed while his arms under her held her twitching buttocks high and tightly to him. In the rush of frantic activity, Adam's tool slipped out of the hot, moist nest, but it had already done its job and had done it well.
Gently, the man lowered her to the bed, lay beside her and took her into his arms. They rested in silence for a long time while the man dreamed of all the joys ahead and his bride shared the dream although she lacked the knowledge of detail.
"I have more things to learn yet, don't I, Adam?" she asked sleepily.
"So many more, my dearest one," he assured her, holding her a little more tightly. "I'll still be teaching you new and wonderful things when you're forty. Mind you," he added with a grin, "I'll be sixty-seven then, but your lovely body will keep me young."
Chapter Four
Carol took the news of her father's death calmly, as Adam was confident she would. Having decided not to wait for the heart attack to claim him, he put his estate into perfect order, then celebrated his passing with Scotch and sleeping pills.
She was sitting in the garden reading, her second favorite pastime. Adam was visiting Beth in her room, and their attire made it clear that they had no intention of reading.
Compared to the man, who was naked, Beth was overdressed in bra, panties, garter belt and nylons as they lounged on her bed sipping drinks and chatting. He had already made it clear to her that despite his delight with his new bride, Beth would not be ignored.
A major part of the delight of the whole situation was that he did not have to hide from his wife that fact that he was enjoying sexual relations with the attractive maid. In her first couple of weeks as his wife, Carol had seen Adam, three or four times, perform cunnilingus on the maid. When he told her it was perfectly all right, Carol accepted that unquestioningly and found it enjoyable to watch her husband and the dark haired beauty writhing in lust. She once received a magnificent thrill when Adam brought them to the bedroom and performed cunnilingus on the two of them, later having sexual intercourse with her in the kneeling position while Beth lay under her, fondling and sucking her dangling breasts.
"You really are going to let me have her too, aren't you, Adam?" Beth asked.
"But of course, my dear. How could you possibly doubt it?"
"Oh, I didn't doubt it, really, I guess I'm just getting impatient to taste her sweet little honey pot."
"Well, Beth," he told her as he reached around her to unhook her bra, "we'll commence her education in that department this evening."
"Oh how wonderful," Beth replied, beaming, as she helped him take her bra off and gave him a breast to suck. "I was beginning to get jealous, I fear."
"Jealous?" he said, sharply after pulling away from the big breast suddenly. "You know I don't permit you to indulge in such selfish traits."
"I'm sorry, Adam. It's just so difficult getting used to having a beautiful young thing like her as your wife. I promise I'll work at it and not be jealous again. I haven't let it show, have I?"
"No dear, you haven't. Still, perhaps I should punish you a little for daring to be jealous of my wife when she is not jealous of you. How long is it since I've spanked you?"
"More than a week."
"How bloody awful of me," he said, frowning, "no wonder you were getting jealous. I'll have to make up for that one without delay."
Although he had termed it punishment, Beth gave a glad cry and threw herself into his arms, kissing him passionately and rubbing her body against his as they fell back onto the bed.
"Are you ready to spank me now, dear?" she asked as his hands moved around her to feel her fleshy bottom through the sheer, black nylon panties.
"I think I'll call Carol to come and watch. It will be good for her to see how a woman can take and enjoy a really sound spanking. Besides, you know how I enjoy having an audience when I spank."
"When you spank?" Beth asked, giggling, "You love to have an audience for everything, you exhibitionist."
Pretending anger, he gave her a dozen brisk spanks all over the seat of her clinging panties. Beth was still giggling as Adam got off the bed and went to the window. The window was open and his erect penis stuck out through it as he called to Carol to come and join them. As much as she was enjoying the book, a treatise on the futility of applying logic to politics, she dropped the book to the grass and almost ran into the house.
More and more, the sight of his erect penis was becoming magnetic to her. She saw that he was in Beth's bedroom and as she hurried to him, she wondered which of them would enjoy the task of softening that stiff arm of muscle and draining the big, hairy sack which swung below.
Carol had been wearing a halter and shorts in the garden, but us she walked into the bedroom to join the couple, she had the halter in one hand and was working on the fastening of her shorts. In a moment, she stepped out of them, braless and lovely in sheer, sunshine yellow nylon panties.
Pulling her panties down, she took them off and playfully tossed them at her husband who caught them and raised them to his nose, inhaling deeply.
"My, but you must have been warm out there," he observed, sniffing the warm nylon again.
"I was. What are we going to do."
"To begin with, my dear, you are going to watch while I take this naughty girl's panties off and spank her chubby bum. Don't be alarmed when you see how severely I spank her. In time, you too will want the same, but you're not ready for such severity yet."
Sitting on an armless chair, his knees apart, Adam had the maid kneel between his legs and take the head of his penis in her mouth while he scolded her and fondled her breasts, her nipples erecting quickly.
After that, she stood and he took her panties down and helped her step out of them. As she lay across his thighs, the garter belt and suspenders framed her spank area nicely, giving the man added inspiration that he didn't really need to spank her.
In the beginning, Carol was afraid when she saw the severity with which Adam spanked Beth's big but firm buttocks. The maid cried almost from the beginning, and yet, as she heaved over his lap, kicking her lovely, nylon sheathed legs, it was obvious that she was really enjoying it.
After that, it was easy for Carol to enjoy it too. The sight of another woman being spanked was almost as exciting to Carol as the feel of being spanked herself. She wondered if Adam would spank her as well when he finished with Beth's lush nether cheeks.
But Carol was going to have to wait a long time to learn whether or not she was to be spanked as the man showed no sign of stopping even after the plump cheeks took on the color of deep red roses but with a heat which no rose could have withstood.
At last, with a final quick shower of spanks, Adam told the maid that her spanking was finished and helped her to her feet. At once, she clutched her buttocks with both hands and, still crying, went into a very erotic little impromptu dance, her breasts bouncing to the delight of the watching couple.
"Go to Carol now, Beth," Adam told her, "and let her see and feel what a severe spanking does to a lady's bum. I want my dear wife to know what the future holds in that respect."
Beth was only sobbing then and as she walked to the bed, her wet eyes were shining with passion.
"Oh, Carol darling," she said between sobs, "that was a delicious spanking. Look and feel. Oh God, what a man."
Carol was impressed by Beth's words and the look of rapture on her face, but she was even more impressed by what she saw as the woman turned to display her glowing buttocks.
"Feel, darling," Beth urged, "feel how hot they are. I know that tingle will last for hours. I'm almost coming now," she added, rubbing her thighs together and setting her lovely red hemispheres in motion.
Carol touched one cheek and pulled her hand away in surprise at the searing heat she found there. She replaced the hand quickly on the cheek and brought her other hand to the matching mound.
"I didn't know a bum could get so hot," she exclaimed as she massaged both cheeks. "Did you really enjoy being spanked so hard?"
"Of course, silly," Beth giggled and swayed her bottom, "why else do you think I'd be on the verge of coming right now. My cunt is hotter than my arse. Have a feel."
The woman parted her legs and Carol slipped a hand into her crotch. What she found there was confirmation of what the maid told her.
"All right, you two," Adam called to them, "come to the bed now and let's provide a happy ending to this little game."
Before they reached the bed, he was lying on his back, his legs pressed together, his erect penis swaying with desire, looking for all the world like a serpent about to strike.
"Carol, dear," he told her as she approached eagerly, "you ride my cock while Beth lets me feel that lovely, hot arse riding my face. I think I can take rather good care of the two of you right now."
Both women straddled him, Carol facing Beth's back as they prepared for the delicious double assault on the man. Only a few evenings previously, Adam had taught his bride how to mount him, impale herself on his penis and ride him slowly.
Beth, needless to say, needed no training in mounting the man's face, first giving him a massage with her big, red buttocks, then fitting her vulva to his mouth. As always, she allowed him to get her crotch nicely wet, then interrupted his lapping of her by giving him a complete facial with her wet crotch.
Adam experienced ecstasy at that point while his lovely young wife slowly posted with the grace of a skilled equestrienne, his long pole sliding in and out of the warm tightness of her slit, rubbing her sensitized clitoris and keeping her trembling with lust.
"Ooh, lover man," Beth sighed, "I've got a nice surprise for you. Get ready to take a deep breath."
Again Beth interrupted the act of cunnilingus as she changed her position, pressed her behind down on him so that his nose was pressed into her crack, the tip of it close to her anus.
A beatific smile came over her face as she gave a little grunt, then thrilled the man with the sound of a soprano fart.
At that, Carol laughed so loudly that she almost fell off her perch. No longer riding him, the motion of her body as she laughed caused the stiff penis to move in short, exciting strokes.
For a long time, Adam gripped the hips of the woman strongly, his nose buried in the valley of her bum, inhaling deeply.
"That's his very favorite perfume, dear," Beth told the girl who continued to sit on his penis, "asses of roses."
Carol laughed again, then resumed her ride while Beth, her anal perfume vial drained, pressed her vulva to his mouth again and felt his tongue lapping again.
Of the three, Carol was first to achieve orgasm, pressing down on him, his penis buried to the hilt inside her as she squirmed and groaned in ecstasy.
Before she recovered from the explosion and resumed riding the slippery pole, Beth went off and gave Adam another thrilling facial with her crotch, neither caring that she almost suffocated him in the process.
While that was still going on, Adam gave a muffled groan, the head of his penis expanded even more and Carol, knowing he was going to ejaculate, pressed down hard, grinding her bottom on him as he spurted.
After the women had dismounted, one lay on each side of the man as all three rested from their erotic labors.
They dined early that evening, and all ate lightly since Adam had promised the women a busy evening. After the meal, they chatted easily over coffee and cognac until Adam decided it was time for his wife to be initiated into the art of lesbian lust.
"I have a very special surprise for you, Carol darling," he said as he sat beside her on the couch, his hand moving under the hem of her dress.
"How nice, dear," she replied with enthusiasm, "I love the surprises you give me. What is it to be?"
"You are to go to our room with Beth. There, she will teach you a new and very exciting way of making love. You must do everything she tells you to and in so doing, you will find wonderful pleasure."
"But won't you be there?" Carol asked her husband, a little frown of disappointment on her beautiful face.
"Don't worry about me, my sweet, I shall be sharing your pleasure with you all the way. Kiss me first, my dear, then go with Beth and prepare for a new ecstasy."
She kissed him hotly on the mouth, then got up from the couch. As she did, Beth bent over to kiss the man and, while their mouths fused wetly, he slipped a hand under her dress to fondle her thighs and buttocks as well as her crotch, thinking as he did, that he would soon be watching his wife's mouth pressing in that same place. He was confident that Beth would make her enjoy cunnilingus.
Hurrying to the adjacent room, Adam took up his position close to the screen where a comfortable chair, as well as a table containing drinks had been placed earlier to ensure that he would enjoy comfort as well as excitement during the performance that was being prepared for him.
He listened as Beth told Carol that she was going to seduce her, lesbian style. She told the girl that she would act a little shy and nervous in the beginning, and should even cry a little if she could.
"I'll do my best," Carol promised. "I hope I can do it the way you want. I don't really know anything about this, you know."
"That's all right, darling," Beth assured her, "I know enough for two. Just leave everything to me. All you have to do is be the timid, frightened little virgin."
Both fully dressed, they sat on the bed and Beth slipped an arm around the girl's waist. In a low, warm tone, just loud enough for Adam to hear through the screen, Beth told the girl how beautiful she was and how much she had wanted to make love to her the first time she saw her.
After talking a little more, Beth took Carol's chin in her hand, tilted her face upward and kissed her lightly on the mouth. When Carol returned the kiss too eagerly, Beth gave her a whispered reminder that she was supposed to put up some resistance.
Determined to perform well, Carol protested convincingly as the woman began to fondle her breasts through her light dress, alternating that with little feels of her thighs both through and under her dress. After forcing a particularly passionate kiss on the girl, Beth got to her feet and took her dress off.
"What are you doing, Beth?" Carol asked, her voice trembling as she played her role to the hilt.
"I'm just getting comfortable, dear. We're going to do some nice things together. Don't you like the way I look in bra and panties?"
"Oh yes, Beth, you're so pretty, but I'm afraid. It's not right for two women to do things like this."
"Don't be silly, my little beauty," Beth told her with a smile as she returned to the bed and began unfastening the girl's dress."
Carol continued her pretended protests, but her dress was soon off and Beth was fondling her body avidly, whispering words of beauty and love as she brought her mouth to Carol's for an even more passionate kiss.
As the kiss ended, Beth's bra fell away and she guided trembling hands to her breasts, encouraging the girl to fondle them and to tease the nipples with her soft fingers until they elongated and turned hard and darker in color.
When Carol was too shy to take one into her mouth, Beth held her with a hand behind her head and fed a nipple and a portion of lush white meat into her mouth as it opened wide to accept the fleshy offering.
Gradually though, they were beginning to lose control of the game as passion took over in both writhing bodies. Carol was able to make only a feeble pretense of protest as her bra was removed and Beth fondled and sucked her breasts, marvelling at both their size and silken sheathed firmness.
With her wet mouth still glued to one of Carol's breasts, Beth managed to push her panties partially down, then she turned and jerked them down her long legs and over her feet, tossing them aside.
"No, don't," Carol managed a final protest as Beth's hands reached for her little panties.
"Oh, yes, I will, you luscious little beauty, I'm not only going to strip your panties off, but I'm going to get my face between those smooth thighs and suck your delicious little cunt until you scream."
"Oh no, Beth, you mustn't do that. It isn't right for you to suck my cunt."
There was little protest in the girl as she raised her buttocks from the bed so that Beth could pull them down. A second later, her panties dropped to the floor and Carol let out a little cry as Beth pulled her willing thighs apart, gazed at the hot, pink core area, then rubbed the warm crotch with her whole hand, causing Carol to squirm with abandoned lust.
"Oh yes, baby," Beth panted, "I'm going to get my mouth right down on that luscious little pussy of yours and get my tongue right inside to lick up all your honey. You're going to do the same to me too."
"But I've never done anything like that, Beth. I'm young and innocent."
"You're eighteen, baby and old enough to learn to lap a twat. You haven't lived until you've tasted cunt and you are going to right now. Roll over, baby, and prepare to get your quiff licked."
There was a brief, erotic tussle on the bed, then they were lying on their sides, each with her face buried in the crotch of the other.
Through the screen, Adam heard the wet, sucking sounds as he gazed at the writhing tangle of the two nudes. Right from the start of the performance, his erect penis had been poking out through the open front of his pants, but then as the pair writhed through cunnilingus, his hand wrapped around the stiff shaft and, without realizing what he was doing, he was masturbating, aware of nothing in the world except the women locked in their lesbian embrace on the bed.
He heard their cries of ecstasy as climax swept over them, and only then realized that he too was groaning and that his semen was spurting all over the wall in front of him. It annoyed him a little that he had lost his charge, but not enough to spoil his rapture.
"You mean we didn't even get you worked up?" Beth asked when he walked into the room, his spent penis hanging limp between his legs.
"Worked up hell," he growled, but with a smile, "You two put on such a show that I bloody well went off in the air."
At his words and his hangdog expression, both women laughed uproariously.
"You remind me of the limerick," Beth teased. "What limerick?" he demanded. "Oh you know:
There was a young man from Auclair,
Who was taking his tail on a chair.
On the twenty-first stroke, the furniture broke,
So he finished his fuck in the air."
Although he tried to resist, Adam had to join in their laughter. There would be many more fucks, he told himself, and they would not finish in the air either.
Chapter Five
They had played light the previous night, and when Adam, normally an early riser, woke, the sun slanting through the open, undraped window had warmed the bed. It had warmed him too and had given birth to a feeling of sensuality that had caused his penis to stiffen.
Gently pulling the sheet off his sleeping wife, Adam felt his penis twitch in anticipation as though it had a mind of its own and knew that one way or another, the creamy skinned young beauty would take it and drain it.
Adam's mind was working in the same direction. There was no question but that he was going to have her before getting out of bed, it was just a matter of how.
She was lying on her back, her lush breasts rising and falling with her regular breathing. Her lips were slightly parted, almost forming a small O. That, as it turned out, dictated how he would have his wife this particular time. In addition to providing him with pleasure, it would also advance her sexual training one more step.
With a smile, he pressed the button on the wall behind the night table and, almost instantly, heard Beth approach. There was nothing unusual about the fact that she was naked, she usually appeared that way in the morning and did not get dressed until breakfast was over and the dishes washed. The idea of a naked maid preparing the morning meal appealed to Adam, and she too enjoyed the idea.
Being a woman with an inventive imagination, she had once delighted him by serving him three hard-boiled eggs for breakfast, but in a most unusual manner.
Shelling them in the kitchen, she slipped one into her vagina and walked slowly to the dining room, taking small steps so that she could keep her thighs close together and not lose her strange cargo.
When she told the man that she had an egg on her person, and that it was up to him to find it if he wanted to eat, she stood by his chair while his hand went right into her crotch, found the warm egg and delightfully removed it, placing it in the dish with reverence.
After two more trips, his breakfast was served and he ate the eggs without any condiment other than had been applied to them in transit.
"Best damn eggs I've ever tasted,'" he commented after he finished. "What do you call the recipe?"
"I think eggs a la twat will do for the time being," she replied, just before he bent her over the table and rammed her egg carrier from behind until it was much too slippery to carry anything and he had spent all the energy that the breakfast had provided.
As Beth walked toward the bed, Adam gestured for her to be silent and indicated that she should approach from the other side of the bed.
Giving Beth a signal, he licked his lips and bent over his sleeping wife, his moist mouth closing over one of her breasts. Thinking how wonderful it would be to be wakened that way, Beth claimed the other breast with her mouth and Carol quickly awakened to greet what was beginning as a beautiful day.
Carol used both her hands to let them know how much she appreciated the erotic alarm they had used to bring her out of sleep.
"Ready for juice and coffee?" Beth asked as they sat up on the bed and Carol did the same, her nipples looking exciting in their sudden erection.
"Not just yet, dear," Adam told her. "This morning, I'm going to serve my lovely wife a very special juice to start her day in the right direction."
"A special juice? What is it?" Carol asked, looking from one to the other and sensing that Beth understood.
"It's called the juice of life, my dearest," Adam told her, "and if you'll just give me your pretty hand, I'll show you where I have a full container of it, keeping it fresh and warm."
She gave him her hand eagerly and he guided it to his crotch where she closed it gently around his big scrotum.
"You mean I'm going to drink my breakfast through my cunt?" she asked, giggling at the novel idea.
"No, you lucky girl," Beth told her. "I suspect you are going to drink the same way everybody else does, through your mouth. That is what you have in mind, isn't it Adam?"
"What else? My darling wife's training is coming along beautifully. It is time now for her to know the joy of sucking the juice from a stiff cock. Don't you agree, Beth?"
"Of course, and she'll love it. Oooh, that moment when all the work of sucking is rewarded by feeling the volcano erupt and your mouth being filled with thick, delicious man cream."
"You've done it?" Carol asked, wide-eyed, never having heard of the act of fellatio.
"More times than I could ever count, darling. My dear, dirty old daddy taught me the game when I was thirteen years old."
"Your father? Isn't that strange? I mean surely girls don't usually learn such things from their fathers."
"Mine was a very unusual daddy, Carol. If he hadn't been afraid of splinters, he would have fucked telephone poles. He just came into my room one evening when mother was out getting drunk as usual, pulled out his cock that looked like a fence post to me, and told me to take my nightie off.
"Something I saw in his face told me that doing what he said would be better than having him warm my arse with the razor strop he loved to use, so I took my nightie off and let him play with my little bubbies, my bum and my pussy.
"He told me he really wanted to screw me, but was afraid of knocking me up so he was going to let me do a blow job on him. At that age, a blow job sounded like blowing up balloons to me, but I sensed it had something to do with the big prick he had me busy playing with.
"After a little more playing, he stood beside the bed and pushed his pants and shorts down, then he told me to sit up and push the head of his tool into my mouth. One look at the size of his wang told me I'd never be able to do it.
"I made a few tries and couldn't get it in, but then he told me that maybe the razor strop would help. I damn near broke my jaws, but I pushed that big meat into my mouth and told myself that no matter how much my jaws hurt, my behind would hurt more if I didn't do what he wanted.
"He told me what to do and how to do it, and it wasn't long before he was going off like a fireman's hose. For a minute, I thought he was blowing a hole through the back of my head. I managed to swallow it all, and his cock came out of my mouth easily and well shrunken.
"I had to admit after that that it had been kind of fun, so I kept blowing him until I was sixteen and mother spoiled my game by coming home drunk one night and parking the bread knife in his chest. Before then, he had played eat the twat with me and we used to have a real ball playing sixty-nine."
"You had a strange childhood, Beth," Carol commented, impressed, "but you do make it sound exciting."
"I suppose it was. You'll understand that better when you're copped this beautiful joint and your throat is creamy smooth."
"Copped the joint?" Carol repeated the phrase, "What a cute expression. "May I cop your joint, darling?" she asked Adam with an almost angelic expression on her face.
"My dear child," he replied, trying to keep his face and tone serious, "you may indeed cop my joint, give a blow job and suck my cock all at the same time. There now, does that not prove that I am a very generous man?"
"If I didn't know him better," Beth laughed, "I'd say he was all heart. Still, just one look is enough to tell you he's all cock."
"I guess that's really the best way," Carol giggled, delighted at the way she had been able to change so easily from one way of life to a completely different one.
"Well, my darling, are you ready to take breakfast from my fleshy fountain of youth?"
"Oh yes, I... I guess you'll have to show me how to do it," she finished with a little frown. "My father didn't include that in my education."
"I'll be delighted to show you, darling," Beth told her as she pushed the man down onto his back. "You just curl up on the other side of him and watch me."
When Carol was in position, her face close to the scene of action, her eyes wide and dancing with excitement, Beth reverently took the shaft of the long, stiff penis in her right hand and ensured that the foreskin was pulled all the way back. When she pulled a little too hard, the man gave a grunt of disapproval.
"Damn it all, woman," he scolded in a tone that would have done justice to Sir Thomas Beecham, "just teach the child to blow me, not to circumsise me.
Beth was forced to release his prong as she rolled away, laughing and kicking the bed with her heels. A few seconds later, she returned to her task, telling Carol she was going to show her how a girl takes it in her head to make a dollar.
"Now then, Carol," she went on more seriously, "the man likes to be teased first with a little licking, like this." Her tongue came out and she slowly licked the entire head of the throbbing penis. "Make sure you keep a nice, firm grip on the tool while you're doing it."
"I understand," Carol assured her.
"Then you give him a taste of what's in store by holding his tool straight up like this, licking your lips, then pushing your mouth around and over it until the whole plum is inside."
It wasn't possible for Beth to go on talking then as her mouth was well and truly filled. She sucked for a few seconds, then pulled it out of her mouth.
"Now we tease a little more," Beth went on. "See this big vein that runs the full length of the cock underneath? Well a man is sensitive there, so you lick back and forth along the vein like this." Again she demonstrated and caused Adam to tremble with lust.
"Then," Beth went on with the lascivious lecture, "you take the head into your mouth and go to work on it. Notice that while I'm sucking it, my hand is working slowly back and forth on the shaft."
"Why do you do that?" Carol wanted to know.
"When the bone is as stiff as this, just to add to the fun for the guy, but if the tool is even a little less than fully hard, you have to do it to make it stiffer. The combined effect of your hand and your mouth does the trick unless he's hopeless."
Beth moved her mouth down over the head of his penis again and resumed sucking, this time her hand moving very slowly up and down as she had told her student. The look of rapture on Adam's face confirmed for Carol that she was being very well coached. To her surprise though, she saw Beth take the throbbing cock out of her mouth and stare at it for a moment, giving it a few more slow rubs with her hand, then proceed to lick the head again.
"Why that?" Carol asked, intently.
"Just to make it last a little longer. If you keep it in your mouth all the way, he blows off too fast. This way, his dork has a chance to cool a little and the teasing gets him worked up some more so that he squirms and wants to get it back into your mouth. There now, do you think you've got the idea?
"Oh yes, I think I have. You will stay close though and remind me in case I forget something?"
"You can bet on that, baby. I'll stay so close that if you get careless, I may get splashed when you bring him off."
Bending to the delightful task, Carol proved again that she was a good student. She had a little difficulty getting the big head into her mouth, but once she did it felt like a big, warm piece of velvet as she sucked on it.
Beth gave her a few whispered reminders, and she went on eagerly until she felt his body twitch, heard his grunts, then felt the big cock firing thick juice into her mouth. She drank it greedily and went on sucking for more until he took it away from her, groaning.
After that, they went down to breakfast.
Chapter Six
"Beth dear," Adam told the maid as he sat beside her on the bed massaging her plump buttocks which still glowed warmly from a brisk spanking, "you'll just have to learn to be more patient. We'll have a nice party soon, but first I want to make sure that Carol is completely prepared."
"But, Adam dear, she adores you. She'll do anything in the world for you."
"Precisely so, my dear Beth, but the very nature of the sort of party you have in mind, involves her doing all those things with other men and women, not just with you and me. I'm so concerned about the danger of just one shock undoing all the good work we've done up to this point."
"I'm sorry, Adam, I should know better than to question your judgement. If you've ever made a mistake since I've known you, I'm not aware of it."
"You're too generous, my dear. Would you like me to ream you while your bum is still warm and tingling?"
"Oh, you know it! I always love the feel of your tongue curling into my arsehole, but it's especially thrilling right after a spanking."
"Over you go then," he told her, giving her a few brisk smacks on the behind, "bum up and get ready to squirm. I'm all set to become a backward boy."
Beth rolled over quickly and knelt on the bed with her head down and her behind arched high and swaying just a little. Getting into position behind her, Adam held her firmly with both hands as he teased her and kept her behind swaying by licking the warm, smooth cheeks, knowing that the licking would further stimulate her being combined as it was with the tingle which remained from the spanking.
Changing the course of his attack then, he drew the warm cheeks apart and began licking all the way from the bottom edge of her vulva, around the exciting curve, and up to the very top of her nether crack.
After he had done that a few times, he produced a quantity of spittle which he deposited at the top of her crack, and watched it trickle down. He went on playing that variation of the game until moisture ran down her inner thighs and her behind was swaying wildly as she waited for his tongue, knowing he enjoyed teasing her as much as she enjoyed being teased.
Pausing, he used both palms to catch the moisture on her thighs and spread it around until it was absorbed into her sensitive skin.
He went back to her bottom then and parted the cheeks tenderly. This time, he was finished teasing and his tongue went directly to her anus, the tip tickling the membrane and causing her to give a little groan as her posterior jerked back against him.
Adam tightened his grip on the woman, curled his well experienced tongue and went about reaming her. Reaming was the one act he never varied. As always, he tongued her anus for a little while, holding her body with both hands, then, as the sounds of her sighs and groans became louder and more passionate, he switched to a left handed grip of her body as one hand went into her crotch.
Beth jerked at the touch, knowing what it would lead to, then he probed her soft labiae with one long finger, found her highly sensitized clitoris and began rubbing it the way he always did.
Her reaming ended when she climaxed and collapsed on the bed.
Adam's penis was throbbing with desire then, but he knew how tired Beth was after the workout he had given her. Carol would have been delighted to look after his needs, but she was reading in the garden and he didn't feel like calling her.
Deciding it would be a refreshing change, he stretched out atop the lying woman, raised his weight partly on one hand, pushed the head of his penis between the lovely hills of her warm, plump behind and began to masturbate very slowly.
Each time his hand came forward, it struck the softness of her behind and added to the excitement. He paused once to delay ejaculation.
"Want me to roll over, lover?" Beth asked drowsily.
"No thanks, dear," he told her. "My tongue has probably left your little pink hole a bit raw. I'll cream it for you."
"Ooh, lover man, anything you want," she said with a dreamy sigh.
Adam pushed his penis back between her buttocks and resumed his slow masturbating. This time, when he felt the approach of ejaculation he did not stop, but rather, pushed the head of his penis against Beth's anus and sighed deeply as he released his full charge into the depths of the warm valley.
"Oh damn, what a waste of a stiff cock," Carol said more in sadness than anger as she walked into the room just as the man was pulling his spent weapon out of Beth's crack.
"Don't worry, my darling," Adam told her with a smile, "It will rise again. I knew you were reading in the garden and I didn't want to disturb you."
"Sweet husband," she sighed, "please feel free to disturb me anytime you wish, especially if that magic wand of yours is nice and stiff."
Reaching out his hand to his wife, Adam pulled her loser and pulled her shorts and panties down. After she had stepped out of them, he laid her on the bed and quickly pressed his face into her crotch.
"There now, angel," he spoke warmly after his lap-ping tongue had brought her to climax, "feel better?"
"I feel better than anyone in the world," she sighed as she lay with her legs wide open, moisture glistening on her sleek inner thighs.
"I'm too tired to argue, darling," Beth told her with a dreamy smile on her face, "but I don't believe anyone could possibly feel better than I right now."
"That makes it sound like a tie," Adam commented. "I think the two of you should get together for a spot of sixty-nine later and see if you can declare a winner."
"I'm sure it would remain a tie," Carol told him.
"For you two perhaps," he replied, "but I'm sure I would win myself a nice hard on by watching you and feeling the two of you all over while you muff dive each other. You know it always does that to me."
Eagerly, both women promised him they would be delighted to get into a double ender at any time he felt ready to be rearoused.
Adam had already wiped Beth's crack and crotch with a towel, so that when the phone rang she was able to go answer it while the other two remained on the bed.
"It's Doreen," she told Adam as she put the phone down, "She wants to come over. What shall I tell her?"
"Tell her to come anytime she likes. She will always have special status here."
"Who is Doreen?" Carol asked.
"She is an older woman, about forty-eight I believe, who saved my life."
"It sounds romantic. Do tell me about it, Adam."
"Of course. I was in my early twenties, working hard and married to a dull but pretty young woman. My life was destined to be one of work and boredom until she made it clear that I could have an affair with her if I wanted to. She gave me a whole new conception of sex and how exciting it could be.
"She was a divorcee who lived alone, and the first time I visited her home, she asked me to give her a beating. It came as quite a shock to me, but I did take her over my lap and let her have a nice spanking. It was then that I discovered the thrill of spanking. After that she had me tie her to the bed and beat her with a leather strap until she screamed.
"Doreen taught me many things about sex, had me admitted to a way-out sex club, and here I am, a happy, contented man. She is the one I have to thank for the life I am living now."
"It isn't quite what I expected," Carol commented, "but it is easy for me to understand. Really, you saved my life in the same way."
"I hadn't thought of it that way, darling, but come to think of it, I suppose I did. You have to know though, that I did so out of selfishness. The moment I saw you, all I could think of was that I wanted you."
"Those sex clubs are really something, aren't they, Adam?" Beth broke in.
"They are that," he agreed.
"Just try to imagine what it's like, Carol," she went on, "As many as ten or twelve couples together, spanking and doing every sexual thing you could imagine. Doesn't it sound like a wonderful happening?"
"I think I'd love to see it," Carol replied in a hesitant tone, "but I wouldn't like the idea of doing things with all those strangers. Come to think of it, I don't think I'd like to see my husband doing things with other women. You're different, rather special."
Adam changed the subject, but both he and Beth sensed that while Carol's training had been easy and exciting to that point, there could be difficulty ahead.
Chapter Seven
Carol had been surprised when her husband suggested that she and Beth wear only bra, panties and nylons to greet their visitor, but despite feeling uncomfortable about it, she said nothing by way of protest and when Beth went to admit the woman, Carol was dressed as Adam had suggested, while he wore only a pair of underbriefs.
Although she hid it, Carol felt a sense of resentment toward the woman without having met her. Until then, it had been wonderful with just the three of them. She didn't want anyone else breaking in on their happy life.
As Doreen walked into the room, Carol blinked. If she was forty-eight, Carol thought, she wore it very well. She was well dressed and displayed a magnificent big figure and a beautiful face. Later, Carol was to learn that Doreen was six feet tall and weighed a firm one-sixty-five, all of it a very solid, well curved and beautiful mass of flesh without any fat.
Hurrying to Adam, Doreen threw her arms around him and kissed him with fierce passion. Before the kiss ended, her right hand was rubbing the front of his briefs, feeling his penis.
"I was going to say I was disappointed in you for being so soft, Adam," she told him as they ended their embrace, "but now that I see this incredible beauty," she turned to stare at Carol, "I'm surprised that you have strength enough to walk. I know too what a drain Beth can be to a man."
Despite the compliment on her beauty, Carol was not able to overcome her resentment of the woman. It didn't help either when, a little later, Adam gave Doreen permission to feel the firmness of Carol's magnificent figure.
Doreen's hands moved slowly and avidly from Carol's face all the way down to her ankles. On the return trip, they went between her thighs. When she tried to keep them out, Carol saw her husband frowning and, unable to displease him, she opened her thighs wider and surrendered her body to the strange, somehow frightening woman.
With one big hand clutching the seat of Carol's clinging panties, she put her other hand into the girl's crotch and fondled the warm nylon lovingly.
"Ooh Adam darling," she squealed in rapture, "What delicious eating this young angel must be. How can you ever stop?"
"It isn't easy to stop, Doreen," he assured her with pride. "I'm positive there is no creature on earth to equal my Carol and she's every bit as good as she looks. But for now, let's move on to other things, we're embarrassing Carol."
Reluctantly, Doreen took her hands off the girl, but her eyes stayed on the lush form as Adam went to his wife and slipped an arm around her waist.
"You'll get used to it, my darling," he told her in a low, gentle tone.
"Yes, dear," she told him, sensing that she never would, feeling that he was wrong and she was right.
"Now then, Doreen," he said in a cheerful tone, "I take it you're suffering from a too cool arse. Is that the situation?"
"You're so right, Adam," she sighed. "It seems that all my special friends are either out of town or otherwise tied up. I'm afraid my age is catching up with me."
"That's nonsense," he replied curtly. "Take your dress off and see for yourself how wrong you are."
With help from Beth, Doreen removed her dress. She wore no slip, and even Carol had to admit that the woman was more than just beautiful, she was magnificent, stunning, a perfect blend of strength and beauty with an all-pervading aura of sexuality about her.
"Look at yourself, Doreen, and see what I mean," Adam told her. "Any normal man would crawl on his hands and knees to lick your arse. Speaking of arse," he added, "how would you like it this time?"
"A daddy spanking with your hand first," she replied, her eyes gleaming, "Then tied to the bed, howling, while you strap me. Oh Adam, darling, I really need a good dose this time. Please make me scream for mercy."
Carol could understand the enjoyment of being spanked, but there was something maniacal about the woman's attitude, her desire to be so severely punished. Sensing that she would be expected to watch the proceedings, Carol wondered if she would be able to go through with it.
As they refilled their drinks for the trip to the bedroom, Carol poured hers stronger than usual. Drinking, other than wine, was a new experience for her, and she sensed that a stiff one would help her survive the ordeal ahead.
"Beth darling," Doreen asked as they reached the bedroom, "may I warm myself up on you before that cruel man beats my poor little bum?"
"Of course, dear. What would you like?"
"Oh, just something simple like strip you and play with you a little. You know, suck your tits and your cunt. Just to get me in the mood."
Even as she said it, Doreen was eyeing Carol, her eyes telling the girl that it was really she and not Beth she wanted. Carol shuddered as she wondered how long it would be before the request was made and feared that her husband would agree to it.
Carol wasn't revolted by the thought of cunnilingus per se, but the prospect of participating with someone other than Beth and her husband. She accepted Beth as one of the family and loved performing the act with her, but she couldn't see herself doing it with anyone else.
She watched as the big woman removed her bra. There was a little sag to her massive breasts, but Carol was forced to admit that for her age, they were quite sensational. It was not necessary to wait for her to remove her panties to see that her behind was a splendid affair. Big, very firm, satiny smooth cheeks with a deep valley separating them nicely. Her thighs, too, were excellent. She left her garter belt and nylons on, and they served to emphasize the beauty of her massive behind.
Going to bed with Beth, Doreen removed the woman's bra and began fondling her breasts. Carol had often done the same thing, yet it looked wrong to her when Doreen did it. She realized then, as the big woman began sucking the firm breasts, that she was jealous.
Oh my God, she thought, if I'm jealous when she's with Beth, what am I going to feel when I see my husband doing things with her or some other woman? Carol suspected she know the answer and didn't like it.
In spite of herself, she watched, fascinated as Doreen slipped Beth's panties off and began fondling the lower part of her body and her thighs.
She was lavish with her kisses and her praise of Beth's beautiful body. She kissed the thighs, buttocks and belly, then spread Beth's thighs wide, licked her lips in greedy anticipation, went down on her and began lapping in her crotch.
"Emily Post wouldn't approve of her eating habits, Adam commented to his wife, "But she sure does eat heartily. Beth has always rated her the best cunt lap-per she's ever known. Look at her squirm!"
"Oh Christ," Beth groaned from the bed, "Her tongue must be as long as your cock. I'm sure she's licking the roots of my belly button."
In response, while Adam and Carol laughed, Doreen pulled the woman more firmly onto her face as though she were donning a garment, a warm, silken, fleshy garment which she wore with obvious delight.
"Oh my clit... my clit..." Beth groaned, "She's going to suck it right off!"
Beth's groans changed then as she went into orgasm, her legs scissoring as if she were riding an imaginary bicycle upside down, and fast.
"Ooh, what a come she must be having," Carol observed, her body trembling in shared excitement with Beth.
"Don't worry, dearest," Adam assured her. "You'll have your innings before this day is over."
He drew her into his arms and fondled a breast with one hand while pushing the other into her crotch to rub her warm vulva. Against her panty sheathed buttocks, she felt his big penis begin to rise.
It would stiffen all the way while he was beating the big woman, she knew. She wondered what he would do with it when that happened, wondered whether she would get it, felt a strong suspicion that she would have to watch him giving it to Doreen instead.
Knowing Doreen's sexual habits, Adam released his wife and went to sit on an armless chair. As he did, Carol went to the bed to join her friend who lay panting, her breasts rising and falling strongly.
They watched as Doreen stood between Adam's legs, her head bowed as he scolded her and threatened her with punishment. A little later, sobbing and pleading with her daddy to spare her poor little bum, she draped her big form across his thighs and her buttocks began to heave and twitch in anticipation of what was to come.
Still scolding, Adam raised his right hand and began with a crisp spank, his hand seeming to bounce off her firm buttock, the loud report echoing through the silent room. Carol felt a smooth arm slide around her waist as Beth sat up beside her to obtain a better view of the show.
The two women moved closer together and Carol wished that she had taken her panties off so that Beth would be able to get a hand right on her vulva instead of the crotch of her panties where it was then, rubbing gently, contributing to the desire that was rapidly taking control of her.
Adam was spanking Doreen even harder than he spanked Beth, and while the woman was crying loudly, her body jerking and heaving, her legs kicking, Carol saw that she was in ecstasy, wanting more and more of the slapping hand.
"Look at the color of that magnificent arse," Beth whispered. "I've never seen anything so big and beautiful."
"She is beautiful all over, isn't she?" Carol observed.
"She is, darling and I can see that you hate her. It's a shame, she's really a nice person and a wonderful partner in the sack for man or woman."
"I can't help not liking her. It's nothing personal. I guess I'm just jealous."
"Try to overcome it, darling," Beth cautioned warmly. "I know you wouldn't want to hurt Adam."
They stopped talking then and resumed watching the spanking which showed no sign of stopping. Carol wondered when it would end, how the woman could stand so severe a spanking. She gave a little shudder as she realized that the spanking was only a preliminary to a strapping.
Adam stopped slapping the big red buttocks, helped the woman to her feet, roughly, and digging his fingers into the firm flesh of her upper arm, dragged her to the bed and pushed her down on it roughly.
Carol saw that the big buttocks were still twitching and jerking as though they could still feel the slapping hand. On second thought, that struck Carol as being a perfectly logical reaction to the severe beating she had received.
Beth had taken four nylons from a drawer, and she gave them to Adam who accepted them without interrupting the scolding he was giving Doreen. More than just scolding her, he was telling Doreen in detail just what he was going to do to her big behind with his leather strap.
He tied one wrist to each corner of the bed, and Carol was surprised to find herself becoming more highly aroused at the sight of the helpless woman. She was lying on three pillows, her blazing red behind elevated nicely to meet the kiss of the leather strap that was to be hers.
Taking his time, his fingers steady as the fingers of a surgeon at work, Adam tied both her ankles to the posts at the foot of the bed. Her legs were stretched so widely that Carol was sure the strain must be painful.
But she quickly forgot about that pain as her husband took a leather strap out of the drawer, ran it through his left hand, then returned to the bed where he looked down at the form of the spread-eagled woman.
"Take a look at this strap, slave," he snapped, promoting Doreen from the little girl she had been during the spanking to the status of mature woman and slave. "I am going to lash your big arse with this until you scream."
"No... Nooooooo," she wailed, tugging at her nylon bonds as though she could break them and escape the punishment in store for her. "My arse is too sensitive... I can't stand the strap... spare me... I'll do anything... I'll suck your cock... I'll eat your shit-only don't strap my bare arse..."
"She really would, you know," Beth whispered to Doreen. "She once offered to open her mouth wide and take it right from the source. That's the only time I've seen Adam back down from any offer. When she's in a real party mood, she paints a sign with lipstick on her belly saying urinal. Any man in the house can stick his cock in her mouth and have a piss."
Carol shuddered with revulsion at the thought of such an act, and shuddered even more violently to think that she may one day have to watch it happening.
The slap and the scream came together as Adam brought the strap down hard across her buttocks. Instantly, Carol saw a strip of darker red across her left cheek. She didn't think the woman's buttocks could become darker than they had been after the spanking, but the strap proved her wrong with the first slap and went on painting the massive, fleshy hills until they were more purple than red.
With each stroke of the strap, Adam panted and his stiff tool twitched as though anxious to get into action. Carol wanted it desperately, in her hand, her vagina, her mouth, anywhere he would give it to her, and yet she sensed that he would give it instead to the woman on the bed, and that there was nothing she could do to change that.
But at the moment, he was intent on giving Doreen something else as the strap kept rising high, pausing for a moment, then swishing down hard to caress the contours of her wide buttocks, each slap drawing a fresh scream from her, causing her naked body to jerk and twitch as she fought at her bonds unable to break free of them.
At last, Carol thought, it was over and felt regret that the brutal punishment of the woman was at an end.
"Bring me the thigh strap, Beth," Adam said, dropping the heavy strap he had used on her buttocks.
"Oh no, Adam, God no, not my thighs, not after what you've done to my arse," Doreen pleaded, showing an amazing ability to control her crying as she spoke.
"You don't tell me what to do, slave," he spat the words. "Your white thighs are too white to properly match your fiery red arse. I'm going to blend the colors a little."
"Please don't, Adam," she begged. "Seriously, I didn't ask for that."
"Slaves don't ask, Doreen," he replied coldly as he took the light strap Beth handed him, "they only receive what their masters choose to give them. Right now, I choose to give your thighs a brisk strapping."
"Please, Adam, I'm begging you. I know I'm only a slave, but please show a little mercy. I truly can't stand any more beating."
"Very well, Doreen, I shall show you a little mercy. I'll strap lightly rather than hard as I did to your arse. Ready now, slave, here we go."
He slapped her big, right thigh just below the buttock. It was not a hard slap at all and the strap was light, yet it drew a bright red line across the pure white of her skin. It also drew a scream from the woman who was then crying loudly, unable to talk, to beg for mercy that would not be given even if she could. Waiting until her first scream passed, Adam slapped the other thigh, again just below the bottom curve of her buttock.
Taking his time and displaying impressive artistry with the strap, Adam painted the backs of both thighs red all the way down to the backs of her knees. She had stopped screaming by then, but was crying loudly, the volume of her cry increasing with each slap of the hotly kissing leather.
But even then Adam wasn't finished and the woman on the bed knew that, he had strapped her thighs before and she was sure he wouldn't stop with just the backs of them.
He proved her right by getting onto the bed and kneeling astride her, facing her flaming behind, the light strap still in his right hand.
"Now we come to the best part, slave," he told her. "I am going to strap your inner thighs and make them nice and red. Your inner thighs are very sensitive, aren't they?" he asked as he bent to fondle one.
Knowing that there was to be no mercy, Doreen didn't even try to ask for it. Instead, she just went on crying, her bare body trembling, her buttocks jerking in their exciting elevation.
Smiling, obviously enjoying himself immensely, Adam pressed the strap into her crotch so that it was rubbing her vulva.
"I may strap you right there, Doreen," he said cruelly. "Do you think you would like that?"
"No... no... no..." she screamed, finding her voice in response to the threat.
"I've never strapped a woman's cunt yet," he went on, tapping her sensitive vulva lightly with the leather. "I wonder if I could make your hot cunt as red as your arse?"
Again she begged him not to do that, and as she did, he resumed lightly strapping her thighs, the insides of them this time.
Relieved that he didn't carry out his threat of using the leather strap on her vulva, hoping that he wouldn't get the idea again, Doreen went on crying as he worked his way down both her thighs.
When the insides had been painted to his satisfaction, he began working on the outsides with the strap. When Adam dismounted the woman and dropped the strap, he looked at her in the way of an artist inspecting one of his paintings, and turned to the two women.
"Wouldn't you say that's an interesting garment I've given her?" he asked with a grin, his penis throbbing.
"What a garment!" Beth replied. "Skin tight red bloomers. I've never seen anything as impressive. What are you going to do now?"
"I think she's earned a little treat of some kind, Beth," he told her. "Help me untie her feet and I'll cheer her up with a nice application of stiff cock up her randy cunt. That will take her mind off the pain in her arse and thighs."
"Oh yes, Adam," Doreen sobbed, rubbing her body on the nest of pillows, "I'm dying for one of your magnificent fucks. You were so cruel in beating me, now please be kind and give me a delicious fuck. My cunt must be on fire, it's even hotter than my arse."
While Adam untied one ankle, Beth quickly untied the other. The way her fingers worked on the knots, Carol saw that she had done that sort of thing before and wondered under what circumstances.
When her ankles had been freed, Adam helped Doreen into a kneeling position with her behind arched high, her head down, her wrists still tied to the bed.
"Aren't you going to free my hands, Adam?" she asked without seeming too concerned.
"Not just now, dear," he replied gently, informing her that she was no longer a slave and that he was then going to be her lover, not her master. "I think it will be fun doing it to you with your hands tied. Can you see in the mirror?"
Turning her head to the left, she assured him she could, but told him her tears made it difficult to focus her eyes. At that, Beth hurried to her with some tissues and dabbed the moisture away.
"Oh look at my arse," she gasped as she spotted her reflection. "Isn't it beautiful? Oh what a job that man does to a woman's bare arse!"
"And to her cunt as well, darling," Beth assured her with a smile. "In case you've forgotten, he's going to remind you right about now."
"Damn right," Adam panted as he knelt close behind her, the head of his tool brushing her hot buttocks. "After all, I gave you a very good beating, so the least I can do now is give you an equally good screwing."
"Oh yes, Adam darling," she panted, her behind squirming and swaying, "ram that lovely big pole up my slit and ride the hot arse off me."
"Do you think you'll be able to come if I take it nice and easy?"
"Are you kidding?" she gasped. "I'm so close to coming right now that I may go off before you get half that horse cock into me. Don't wait for me, darling, ride as hard and fast as you like. I want to hear your belly slapping my hot ass."
"You'll hear it," he assured her as he used his right hand to guide his stiff tool under her arched behind and into the heat of her crotch. Her loud groan of delight told the women when he began pushing the swollen head into her slit.
"You're going to see the ride of your life now, dear," Beth whispered to Carol. "He really got himself worked up pounding that big arse and now he's going to go at her like a wild stallion."
Carol suspected her friend was right, but wished she were the woman kneeling in front of him. Then, as she thought of the price Doreen had paid for the screwing she was going to get, she decided that she would never be able to match her performance.
With a grunt of satisfaction, Adam announced that he was all the way in. Gripping her hips strongly with both hands, he drew her back toward him as he pressed his belly against the heat of her silken buttocks, gave a little push, then drew back and began stroking.
Beth had predicted a wild ride, and that was just what Adam gave the woman. Mere seconds after his tool began pistoning in her aroused twat, Doreen went off like a rocket, her hands finding enough freedom to slap at the bed as her body jerked violently through the inner explosion he had triggered with his long, stiff fuse.
But even then, the rampant stallion didn't allow her a respite. While she went through her orgasm, he continued to ride her elevated behind, his belly slamming it again and again until with an almost eerie groan, he clutched at her tightly, rammed his belly against her red ass and fired off his pent-up charge.
"Ooh," Doreen groaned, "that beautiful cock is right up between my tits and spitting into my throat. I can taste it."
It was exaggeration to be sure, but under the circumstances, it seemed to be justified. While Beth burned with passion brought on by the thrilling performance, Carol felt a twinge of sadness as she watched her husband shake his head, then begin to withdraw his spent tool from under what Beth had so appropriately termed the skin tight red bloomers of the woman.
Adam stood and wiped his forehead with the back of his hand, his prick dangling lifelessly between his hairy thighs while Beth untied the woman.
Her hands free, Doreen made no effort to get up from the bed, but merely rolled over, her eyes half closed, her legs wide apart displaying what could not be termed a pussy or a quiff or any such dainty term. It was a big, wet, well screwed cunt.
Beth went for drinks and returned quickly to find three appreciative takers. As Doreen recovered gradually, they discussed the performance which Doreen herself termed spectacular.
"There are lots of men who enjoy beating my arse, Adam dear," she told him, beaming, "but you're an artist, a master at that art just as you are at everything you do to a woman."
Carol did her best to participate in the ensuing conversation, but was able to contribute little, and then only with more than a little difficulty.
It puzzled her that she could so easily chat about such things with Adam and Beth, yet could not really get into the spirit of it with another person there. That being the case, she knew it would be terrible to have to be part of a larger group as Beth proposed they should soon do and, as Carol was sure, Adam would insist on before much longer. Telling herself not to worry about it until the time came, she sipped on her drink and tried to become more involved in the conversation.
More and more, she became aware of Doreen staring at her in obvious desire, not just looking at her, but devouring her with her eyes. Instinct told her that the party wasn't over, that perhaps she would be forced to take some more active and less pleasant role than that of spectator as had been the case to that point.
Within fifteen minutes, Doreen confirmed it by putting her glass down, moving over to Carol and slipping an arm around her waist, sliding her hand down the smooth back to the seat of the clinging nylon panties.
"I just-can't stand it any longer, Carol darling," she said in a hot tone. "Please let me take your panties off and go down on you. Darling, I swear I'll suck your sweet little cunt better than it's ever been sucked. I'm awfully good."
Alarm in her eyes, Carol looked pleadingly at her husband and saw the very thing she feared she would see: the affirmative nod that told her he wanted her to submit to the woman. For one tense moment, she considered defying him, then she saw that such an act would be out of the question. She could never match his strength; would not try.
Carol felt a gentle pushing on her back and, numbly, she allowed herself to be led to the bed where the woman crouched before her, pulled her panties down slowly and sighed deeply as her eyes bored into the girl's crotch as she raised one leg to step out of her panties.
"Please relax and let yourself enjoy it," Doreen begged as they got onto the bed. "Look what I went through while you watched. Please be sweet and lively for me."
"I... I'll try, Doreen," Carol told her quietly, "It's just that I'm not used to this sort of thing."
"That's a good girl, dear, and I'll do my very best to make you like it. For starters, I'll take your bra off and have a look at those lovely big yummies."
Her hands were surprisingly gentle as they skimmed over Carol's back, releasing the hooks of the bra as though by magic, easing the garment off the smooth arms of the girl to bare the lush, pink tipped breasts.
"I don't believe it!" Doreen gasped. "Tits can't be that beautiful. My God," she added later as her hands closed around them, "they're as hard as apples."
"But a lot sweeter to eat," Adam contributed as he came to the bed with Beth and they sat at the foot, watching avidly.
"Oh feed me... feed me, darling," Doreen cried as she fell onto her back on the bed.
Beginning to feel the first twinges of sexual arousal, Carol took her big left breast in her hand and, leaning down toward the woman, fed it into her mouth and felt it being sucked in greedily.
Doreen demonstrated to the girl that she had a good mouth as well as good hands, while her mouth worked excitingly on Carol's breasts, her hands swarmed all over the firm, silken body so that, before long, Carol felt inhibitions slip away to be placed by an all-consuming arousal.
By the time Doreen had kissed her way down the smooth body to nuzzle in the red triangle of pubic hair, Carol saw her legs come up and open without having been touched by the woman.
With a low growl, Doreen looked into Carol's crotch, then pressed her face there. She was as wonderful a cunt lapper as Beth had said and she kept her mouth and tongue very busy until Carol cried into climax, her lush body writhing.
Chapter Eight
Although Carol later confided to Beth that she had really enjoyed the session with Doreen once she had stopped fighting it, she told her that she could never bring herself, she felt sure, to be a part of a group of strangers engaged in sex.
"You have to remember," she added, "that I was brought up as a recluse with only my father for company. It's a lot to expect me to go right from that to taking part in orgies."
"I understand that, dear and so does Adam. That's why he has brought you along so slowly and patiently. Not many men would be so considerate with a young beauty like you."
"I know he has been wonderful to me, Beth, and I really do appreciate it."
"Then of course you'll show that appreciation by trying to do things to please him. You thought it was going to be terrible having Doreen lap your pussy, but you ended up enjoying it. It's just a matter of letting yourself go, the way he wants you to."
Carol realized that somewhere along the line, she had lost control of the discussion and ended up being painted into a corner. Since Beth had suggested that they go to the bedroom to play a little, she decided it was time to do that rather than engage in futile and confusing argument, one she could not win.
Putting her arms around Beth, she kissed her on the mouth and they fell back onto the bed together, the game underway, argument about orgies forgotten. After their bras had been removed they played what Beth called tittie games in which they were both winners and were awarded bobby prizes, firm, satiny, pink tipped bobbies which fitted comfortably and excitingly into warm, moist mouths and responded delightfully to greedy sucking.
When Carol lifted her hips from the bed to allow Beth to take her panties down, she assumed that they would soon be locked together, each with her face in the crotch of the other. She responded by relieving Beth of her panties so that except for garter belt and nylons, both were naked.
With Beth taking the lead as usual, Carol lay back enjoying the sensation of having the smooth hand playing in her crotch, arousing her and stimulating her juices so that her crotch became wet as well as warm.
She was disappointed when Beth got off the bed and went to the dresser, but when the woman returned carrying a white cylinder in her hand, she became curious.
"What on earth have you got there?" she asked.
"What does it look like?" Beth asked in reply.
"To tell the truth, it looks like a plastic cock with a very skinny head," Carol answered, laughing.
"Don't laugh, dear, you're closer than you think. Here, give me your hand."
As Carol extended her hand, Beth twisted the rear end of the cylinder, causing the girl to become even more curious.
Sitting, Beth took Carol's hand and closed it around the front end of the instrument. With a little cry of surprise, Carol felt it vibrating as though it were a live thing.
"Oh Beth," she cried, "do tell me what it is."
"Well, dear, the ads call it a battery operated vibrator but they don't say anything about the specific purpose. It's really a dildo."
"A what?"
Remembering the girl's protected upbringing, Beth told her about the artificial phallus and how it has appeared in one form or another in every society since early oriental days.
"Then you use it just like a real cock," Carol said.
"Right, except that it never gets tired like the real thing, it's always hard and ready. When the batteries wear out you just throw them away, you can't do that with a man."
"I can see the advantages," Carol observed. "Also, it doesn't snore."
"Oh you do learn fast, Carol, let's help you do a little more learning with uncle dil up your little snatch."
Giggling, Carol parted her thighs and watched intently as Beth slowly moved the implement into her crotch. As the vibrating head touched her vulva, she stopped giggling. It felt good.
"Oh Beth," she sighed, "it's going to be so good."
"It's going to get better, baby, just wait and see."
Beth's delicate fingers parted the soft, pink lips and she pushed the tip of the vibrator into the softness of the entrance to the girl's aroused cunt.
"Oh... more... more," Carol cried out, her buttocks squirming on the bed. Beth pushed it in a little farther, causing Carol to squirm even more.
"Oooohhhhh," Carol sighed, almost groaning as the end of the vibrator found her clitoris. The phallus may have been artificial, but the vibrations she felt in her clitoris were very real indeed. Knowing what was happening, Beth kept it working as she lay over the girl, one hand under her clutching a firm buttock.
"You're getting close, aren't you, baby?" Beth asked in a heated whisper.
"Yes... oh yes... God it's good."
"That's the way, Carol baby, just take it nice and easy and let uncle dil make you have a nice big come in your hot little cunny."
Beth had barely finished talking when she felt the girl jerking into orgasm. Turning off the vibrator, she pushed it into Carol's slit and moved away.
As she watched, Carol pressed her thighs together, trapping the artificial phallus in her cunt, then arched her back high in passion as the orgasm completed its delicious explosion within her body.
"Wow," Carol enthused later, "I don't know who invented that machine, but he deserves to be rich."
"I thought you'd like it. I used to use my little ladies' aid often until Adam came into my life. I still use it some nights after you and he have gone to bed and I'm feeling a bit randy. Some nights I fall asleep with it inside my twat but turned off."
"I can see," Carol replied, "that there'd be no going to sleep with it turned on. A girl could screw herself to death that way."
"Hey, there's an idea," Beth said with enthusiasm. "It would be real entertainment at a gang bang to tie a chick on a couch with uncle dil turned on in her cunt. I'll bet she'd do some real howling before it was over."
"Could a woman really be fucked to death?" Carol asked, seriously.
"I doubt it, honey, but if it were possible, wouldn't it be a wonderful way to go? Imagine, going coming."
Carol offered to return the favor for Beth then, but the woman told her she wasn't ready. They chatted for a while, and in the course of the conversation, Adam told Carol that every once in a while, Adam liked to give a chick a bum shot.
"What on earth is a bum shot?" Carol wanted to know.
"It's the old British navy game, buggery, bum fucking, call it what you like, but it still means pushing a stiff prick up a nice tight arsehold. Of course you don't really need a chick, lots of guys do it to each other. There are some queers who don't blow at all, just bum fuck."
"Is it fun?"
"It's a matter of taste, honey. I know a few chicks who really dig it and others who just go along with it because the guy gets his jollies that way," Beth explained.
"But a bum hole looks so small. Surely it must hurt to take a big cock like Adam's in such a tiny little hole."
"No, it doesn't really. I've taken his up the bum a dozen times or more. He greases the head of his rod with Vaseline and you'd be surprised how easily it slips in. It sure as hell stretches you, but there's no real pain."
"Well," Carol said with a little shrug of resignation, "I guess when he wants me to take it that way, I'll find out what it's like."
"You can do better than that, baby."
"What do you mean?"
"Just take it easy and watch me."
Hurrying to the dresser, Beth uncapped a jar of Vaseline, scooped out a little and rubbed it over the head of the vibrator until it shone.
"There now, it's nice and slippery and will push right up your poop pipe without any trouble at all. Turn over and get up on your knees."
Carol began to feel jittery then, but she complied with Beth's instructions.
"Christ, what a bum," Beth enthused as she admired and fondled the arched bottom of the girl. "I'm surprised Adam hasn't poked you up there long before now."
"Are you sure it isn't going to hurt?" Carol asked, turning her face around to see what Beth was doing as she waited for the touch of the dildo on her little pink ring.
"Don't be silly, Carol, and don't tighten up your muscles like that. Just stay loose and watch how easily it slips up your chute."
Carol tried to obey, but as she felt the tip of the dildo touch her anus, she tensed at once. She felt a sharp slap on her left nether cheek and heard Beth tell her again to relax and take her buggering like a nice little altar boy.
At that, Carol relaxed and, with one easy push, the end of the dildo went up her hole. To her delight, there was no pain at all, not even a suggestion of it. Beth gave another push and shoved more than an inch of the instrument into the girl's tight hole. There was a feeling of being stretched a bit, but it still didn't hurt at all.
Taking her time, pushing about an inch at a time, Beth worked the dildo up the girl until only a finger grip remained between the cheeks of Carol's beautifully curved bum.
"Nice, baby?" Beth asked.
"I... I don't know. It's... just different, I guess."
"I'm in the mood to be tongue lashed right now, Carol baby. How about going down on me?"
"With this up my bum?"
"Why not? Just stay as you are. We have a cunt delivery service here. We serve it steaming hot right to your mouth." After all, nobody likes to eat cold snatch."
Moving quickly as Carol got up with her hands pressed on the bed, Beth squirmed under her until her aroused crotch was below the girl's face, then looked above her own face to see the crotch and loaded bum of the young beauty. It was an inspiring sight.
"Ready when you are, baby," Beth told her, excitedly. "I'm feeling nice and juicy already. See what you can do about it."
Carol brought her face down into the waiting crotch and began to lap greedily. Beth was as juicy as she had said, but the eager mouth of the girl soon added immeasurably to that state. Carol had enjoyed muff diving from the first time she tried it and seemed to enjoy it more every time.
While she was being lapped, and sensing that she was not going to come for a long time, Beth, remembering the old adage that idle hands are the tools of the devil, put hers to work.
While one played in Carol's crotch, the other found the end of the dildo and began working it in and out of the pink arsehole of the girl. At parties, she had lain under a woman who was getting screwed dog style while diving her. Watching the dildo slide easily in and out and further stimulating herself by playing in the warm, wet crotch of the girl, Beth decided it was almost as much fun as the real thing.
As she felt the approach of orgasm, Beth began to squirm and bounce on the bed. At the same time, she pulled the dildo out of Carol's hole and, tossing it aside, pulled the moist crotch down on her face and began sucking greedily in a delayed double-ender.
Later, the two tired women rested on the bed, chatting when they felt like it, resting quietly otherwise. During one of their conversations, Beth let it slip that Adam had asked her to use the dildo on Carol to prepare her for the real thing later.
Carol couldn't hide her resentment at that, and didn't really try. As she saw it, she was his wife and yet they were using her as a toy, discussing between each other what was to happen between her and her husband. Unschooled though she was in the ways of life, she sensed that it was all wrong, and that the Garden of Eden she thought was hers, had snakes in it.
"You shouldn't feel that way about it, dear," Beth said, her tone warm and sincere. "After all, Adam loves you very much and understands how much you have to learn. He feels, and I think he's right, that it is easier for you to have me help you learn a little at a time rather than getting right into things. Surely you can see that, darling. We both love you and want things to be as easy and pleasant for you as possible."
Impressed by the sincerity with which Beth spoke, Carol told her she was sorry for having reacted the way she did, and things seemed to be under control.
Later though, as she lay alone on the bed, Carol's mind returned to the thought that she was not really a wife at all. As a child, she had heard the song about a bird in a gilded cage and it was in that capacity that she began to sec herself.
Chapter Nine
That evening, having been told of Beth's slip, Adam sat with his wife on a comfortable couch in his library. There was a fire in the fireplace and the setting was ideal for talk of love.
In time, his hands came into play, moving gently over her body while he professed his deep love for her and brought on a responding arousal in his lovely young wife.
Carol forgot her earlier fears of being a kept thing, a jewel in a satin lined case. She even wondered how she had ever been able to think such a thing.
"Why don't you take your pretty dress off, darling?" he whispered, one hand in the bodice of the dress fondling the lace covered left breast of the girl.
Getting up, Carol did so easily. She loved what she saw in his eyes as he watched her slipping the dress off and snugging black nylon and lace panties around her body. When she returned to her husband; she saw the bulge in the front of his pants.
"May I take him out and play with him a little, darling?" she asked as she snuggled close in the embrace of his left arm.
"But of course, my dearest. You should know you don't have to ask. My cock belongs to you and loves the feel of your hand as much as the feel of being in your mouth or your precious little jewel of a cunt."
He watched intently as she slid the zipper of his fly down; reached gently inside and carefully carried his hard prick out, pulling the foreskin well back as she did. Watching a woman open his fly to take his cock out always fascinated him, and he supposed that a childhood experience accounted for that.
Adam had been about twelve years old then, and was in the home of a mature woman for whom he often ran errands. There was something different about her that day, something that made him nervous without understanding why.
She talked to him about sex, and as she talked, she kept allowing the hem of her dress to ride higher and higher over her big, smooth thighs until he was able to see well above the expanded tops of her sheer nylons. Her upper thighs were alabaster and satin to his excited young eyes.
"If you'll stand up right here, Adam," she told him in a tone that caused him to tremble, "I'll let you see even more of me. Would you like to see me bare naked? My nice big tits, my bum, between my legs, everything?"
He had been barely able to tell her how much he would love to see that, then he watched as her fingers caught the tab of his zipper and began to slide it down very slowly. In the silent room, the metallic sound was loud, and terribly exciting to the innocent boy he was then.
Breathing heavily, the woman held his hard little tool between her finger and thumb, moving the skin slowly back and forth while she continued to further excite him with talk of sex. A few minutes later, she stood and took off her dress and slip to allow him to see and touch her in bra, girdle and nylons.
She took him into the bedroom then and had him strip naked, fondling his smooth young body after he had done so. Getting onto the bed with him then, she took her bra off and gave him her big breasts to play with before showing him how to suck them and erect the nipples which fascinated the boy.
Her girdle went next, and the boy almost cried at the sight of her massive behind and the big patch of hair at the base of her slightly too rounded belly. Opening her legs, she invited him to see and feel her twat. It was big and warm and wet, and not as exciting to look at as he had expected, yet when he felt it and began probing inside, Adam became more and more excited, his little prick throbbing with desire, much more so than when it was normally hard just to be jerked off in his hand.
"Do you know anything about cunt lapping?" she asked him.
He didn't, but before that afternoon was over, he had gone down on her twice and licked her juicy twat until she came both times. In addition, she had him lie on her belly, stick his hard little poker into her hot slit and screw a woman for the first time in his young life. On later visits, she sucked him off, had him give it to her up the bum and tongue her arsehole until she squirmed, her big arse cheeks swaying and rubbing his face.
Generously, although her motives were undoubtedly not purely altruistic, she taught the boy everything she knew about sex, and her knowledge was extensive. As a result, the young Adam emerged into the mature Adam, with a desire for anything and everything when it came to sex.
He thought of the woman as his wife took his pecker out and covered the big head with kisses while he unhooked the back of her bra and slipped it off her arms to get his hands and mouth on her luscious breasts.
"Are you going to give me your lovely strong cock, my darling husband?" she asked, squirming feverishly in his embrace.
"I haven't decided how just yet," he told her, "but one way or another, it will provide you with pleasure. Now just let me take your pretty panties off so I can play with the most beautiful bum in the world."
Carol not only permitted him to take her panties down and off, but helped him, eager to feel his hands and, hopefully, his lips and tongue on her sensitive bum. Aroused as he was, she told herself, he would probably want to part her bum cheeks and curl his tongue up her hole. She fervently hoped he would.
While she lay on the couch, devouring him with her shining eyes, Adam stood and hurriedly stripped naked.
"Please just stand there for a minute so I can look at you," she asked, excitement obvious in the tone of her voice as well as in her eyes.
He stood, looking tall and proud, confident in his nudity. Adam had a good figure, a shade over six feet in height, broad chested, flat bellied, enough hair to be appropriate to masculinity without being ape-like.
If further indication of masculinity were needed, his long, stiff tool provided that as it stood strongly, the swollen head seeming to glow.
"Oh yes, my husband, my lover," she sighed, holding her arms out, "come to me and do anything you wish. I am yours completely."
Hurrying to her, Adam drew her into his arms and they shared a passionate kiss, following which, he turned her over easily and began kissing and fondling her silken bottom while she sighed and squirmed in ecstasy.
"Ooh, I love that," she sighed aloud when she felt his strong hands parting her nether cheeks. "Are you going to lick me and kiss me right inside?"
"You can be sure of that, my darling," he assured her. "I'm going to lick your delightful crack until it's nice and juicy, then I'm going to tongue your pretty little arsehole until I set your sweet cunt on fire."
"And then will you use your long hose to put the fire out?" she asked.
"All your fires will be well looked after, my angel," he told her, then stopped talking as he lay close behind her and began licking up and down the crack of her arse, his tongue wet and just rough enough to delight her and keep her behind squirming in the hold of his strong hands.
Each time he decided more moisture was required, Adam provided it with his mouth and kept the tight valley so well lubricated that the juice trickled into her crotch to add to the moisture that was already there.
Knowing how it would please him, Carol tried mightily to force a fart, but couldn't manage it.
"Oh how beautiful," he panted, pulling his tongue out of her crack and staring hotly, "do it again. Force your arsehole like that."
Thrilled by so intimate an examination, Carol exerted her anal muscles to the maximum, feeling her anus opening and pushing out toward him.
"Keep it open until I can curl my tongue into it," he told her, excitedly, then she felt the tongue curling right into the still tight ring, pushing its way into her like a stiff, strong cock.
"Oh darling," she paned, "you're tongue fucking me up the bum. Oh, darling, I love it. Oh, your tongue is a cock... fuck me with it... fuck me... fuck me..."
He kept her behind squirming for a long time as he tongued her hole until she cried out that it was raw. As he took his tongue out, Adam planted a light kiss on the little pink ring, then turned her over again, parted her thighs wide and pressed his face between them to savor the warmth of her silken crotch and the particular heat of her twat as he began sucking it greedily.
His seemingly tireless tongue came back into play then, this time working on her hard little passion bud as avidly as it had done in her anus, and with an effect that was even more delightful for the threshing girl who lay rubbing her breasts and pinching her sensitive nipples until it hurt.
When she came, her orgasm was a strong one that left her feeling limp, but deliriously content.
"What would you like me to do for you, Adam darling?" she asked in a voice made small by erotic fatigue. "I'll suck your bone and drink all the juice if you like."
"To tell the truth," he told her, rolling her over and fondling her buttocks again, "more than anything in the world, I'd love to push my hard cock very slowly all the way up your sweet little bum. I've wanted to do that since I first saw you."
"Oh Adam, your cock is so big. I'm so afraid that big head will hurt me and make me cry, perhaps it will even split me open."
"Darling, this tool has been up the arse of a little twelve year-old boy and it didn't split him open. Your bum is a lot bigger than his was. You wouldn't refuse me, would you?"
"No, Adam, I couldn't refuse you anything. You know that. Go ahead and do it to me. I'll try not to cry too much."
"Thanks, darling," he told her, a note of hurt in his voice, "but I couldn't take it that way. It just wouldn't be any fun. Wait a minute," he raised his voice as though a thought had just struck him. "Stay right where you are, I'll be back in a second."
Adam hurried out of the room, his tool swaying, big balls swinging like a pendulum. When he returned, he had Beth with him and Carol felt a flash of anger and despair at the sight of her as she intruded on what had been such beautiful intimacy between her and her loving husband.
"I've got a great idea, darling," he told Carol with eagerness. "I can understand that you're afraid it would hurt to take my big prick up your little arse-hole, so now I'm going to use Beth to demonstrate. You don't mind, do you, Beth?" he asked.
"You know better than that, Adam dear," she told him, smiling warmly. "You can stick that big brute anywhere in me you like. Try my left ear if you want to."
"That's the spirit, Beth. Come over my lap so I can warm up the playground first."
Smiling, Beth stepped out of her panties, then undid the hooks of her bra and slipped it off too so that she was naked except for garter belt and nylons. In her eagerness, she almost threw herself across his thighs, bumping his big, stiff tool and causing him to wince.
"We're getting a little careless, Beth," he told her as he caught one lush bottom cheek and squeezed hard. "I'll get even for that and give your ass a warming it will remember for a while."
Beth began protesting that it had been an accident, but Carol saw that she was delighted at the promise of a severe spanking. Gripping her firmly, Adam began spanking her with full armed strokes, each slap filling the room with sound. Before many spanks had been applied, Beth added the sound of her crying as her plump behind took on hot, exciting color under the big, smacking hand.
As Carol expected, her husband wasn't content with just coloring and warming Beth's behind. Long after it had reached that stage, he went on spanking while she cried loudly and kicked her long, beautiful legs, her toes kicking the rug, her bum swaying and heaving over his thighs but never escaping one spank, never really trying to as the red hills kept rising to meet the slapping hand.
"There now, Beth," he said with satisfaction as he stopped spanking and began fondling her hot nether cheeks, "that should be hot enough to fry my belly when I sink this bone up your tight little hole."
Still sobbing loudly, Beth did not reply, yet through her tears, Carol saw her eyes flashing with excitement. As Beth stood, hands rubbing the tingling hills of her behind, Carol saw something else on her face. It was a look of not just pride, but of superiority.
You may be his wife, the look seemed to say, but that doesn't mean as much as you think. I'm the one he comes to when he wants something special.
Carol tried to tell herself she was letting her imagination play tricks on her, but just then Beth flashed her a supercilious smile that confirmed everything she had been thinking.
Stopping directly in front of Carol who sat on the couch with her legs curled under her, one finger toying with the suspender of her garter belt, Beth kept the smile alive, widened it a little, then got down on all fours on the rug, her flaming red behind swaying in a most provocative manner as she waited for Adam to come to her and take what he wanted.
"Look at that ass, darling," Adam commented, looking at Carol. "Wouldn't you say it had been pretty well warmed up?"
"Yes, dear," she replied, trying to hide her hurt at the sight of her husband preparing to take the woman, "it sure is red and hot looking."
"Now watch how easily she can take it," he told her as he knelt behind the woman and took his tool in his hand to rub it up and down her crack while she swayed her backside even more violently, her pendulous breasts swaying so that Carol felt forced to look on even though she wished she could take her eyes away.
"When I do it to you, darling," he went on, "I'm going to grease the head well with Vaseline to make it easier for you to take it in, but I'm only going to wet it with spit this time. Hey, come and do that for me, dear. Take it in your mouth and make it nice and wet so I can stick it up her arse and make her squirm."
Carol didn't want to have anything to do with the act, but sensed it would be a mistake to refuse. Getting off the couch, she crouched beside him, pushed the plum like head of his weapon into her mouth and made it very wet before she returned it to him.
For a moment, she considered begging him to take her rather than Beth, but she stopped herself. Even if he agreed to it, it would destroy her pride, having to beg for what the other woman was going to be given eagerly. She sat on the couch again, looking at Beth's arched behind and waiting for her husband to get at it and get it over with, it was like a nightmare to Carol and the sooner it was over, the better, she kept telling herself.
But Adam was obviously in no hurry as he fondled the firm, red cheeks with both hands while he told Beth to brace herself for a first class bum shot.
Adam was breathing hard as he used both hands to part the plump cheeks and press the head of his prick against the pink arsehole of the kneeling woman who kept urging him to ram it into her as her breasts kept swaying fully below her firmly braced body.
"Come close and watch how easy it is, darling," Adam told his wife. "You'll see it takes just one little push and it's in."
Reluctantly, Carol did as she was told. While she stared down along the crack of Beth's arse, Adam gave what seemed to be only a slight push and the head went inside, just as easily as he had told her it would. Beth gave a little grunt, but it was not possible for Carol to tell whether it was from hurt or pleasure.
Taking his time, Adam fed the bone up her bum with short, easy strokes until he was holding her hot behind close against his belly and Beth was intensifying his pleasure by squirming her red buttocks, pressing against him, working his belly as the man knelt with his head thrown back, a look of ecstasy seeming to light up his handsome face.
"Ride my arse, lover, ride me," Beth urged, jerking those hot, red cheeks back against him to set him in motion.
"You'll get your ride all right, baby," he told her, "You won't forget it for a long time either. Here it comes now, up your delicious arse right to the hilt."
He punctuated the statement by giving her a hard slap on the side of her right buttock, then he began riding her twitching behind. In spite of herself, Carol forgot all about her hurt and frustration as she watched in erotic fascination while her husband slammed against Beth's big, red behind again and again, pistoning his swollen cock in and out like a machine.
Through it all, Beth, her breasts flapping, groans coming from deep in her throat, kept telling him how good it was and urging him on, telling him to ram faster and harder. ?,
Turning her eyes to her husband's face when she heard him emit a little groan; Carol saw an expression there that looked like one of sadness. She guessed that he was about to go off and didn't want his ride to end so soon.
His grunts and groans became louder then as he pulled Beth back against his belly and, his body jerking in strong spasms, he fired his load into her as she groaned and told him how great it felt.
The couple remained kneeling there for a little while, his tool stuck between the cheeks of her arse, then he drew it out and looked down with seeming sadness at the wreckage of his previously strong erection.
But Carol had even more reason for sadness. A little while earlier, she had felt the strength of it and waited to feel it pushing up into the depths of her belly. Now, she faced the realization sadly, it wouldn't push into anything, it was very obviously finished for the evening.
"Please, Carol," Beth asked, looking up pleadingly, tears in her eyes, "come down here with me and help me. Christ, if I don't have a come I'll explode."
There was nothing proud or haughty about the woman then, and Carol could not resist her plea. Besides, it would be a mutually enjoyable two-way deal since she too felt in the mood for another orgasm.
On the rug, they quickly locked their bodies together and sucked each other off, tongues rasping hotly, juices running down silken smooth thighs to leave wet marks on the rug.
"Well now, that was quite an evening," Adam commented as the women unwound themselves from each other and sat up, tiredly.
"It must have been," Beth replied with a sigh, "I feel as though I've had a fence pole up my arse." When Adam flashed her a quick frown, she amended the statement by adding to it. "But oh what a wonderful feeling it is. I don't think I'd complain if you never used my twat again, Adam dear, as long as I can take that big beauty up my bum."
Carol felt sure that the performance was being staged for her benefit, and she resented their treating her like a child, who could easily be fooled and led to believe what they wanted her to believe.
Adam and Beth decided to go in search of drinks, and Carol told them she would join them in a little while.
She stayed alone, naked in the room for a long time as she recalled the way the evening had begun with her husband and wanted to cry at the way it had ended with Beth occupying stage center as usual, kneeling with her big behind extended toward Adam as it used up the nice, hard tool that had been meant to be between her legs.
Chapter Ten
A few days after Carol had watched her husband giving Beth a bum shot, Adam worked with a splendid erection and guided his wife's hand to it.
"Oh, how lovely," she said with eagerness, "I woke up horny as hell and I'm just in the mood for it. How do you want it, dear?"
"Any way you say, angel," he replied cheerfully, his hand pushing between her thighs to feel the radiating heat of her pussy.
"I know," she burst out impulsively, "let's start the day off with what you've wanted for so long."
"You mean... up the bum?" he asked in disbelief.
"That's right. Why not? I may even learn to enjoy getting it that way."
"I sure hope you do, angel," he said excitedly as he jumped out of bed, "because I know I'm going to enjoy the thrill of opening up your beautiful little arse-hole. I'll give it a nice licking first, but I won't spank you."
"You may if you wish, dear," she replied, "you know I don't mind being spanked by you."
"I know, dear, and you're very sweet, but I'm much too anxious to get up your bum to waste time spanking you. If you like, I'll go down on you first though, that should really set you up for some nice bum bumping."
"To tell the truth, darling," she told him sleepily, "I'm just in the mood to be lapped this morning. I don't know why I'm so horny. You took good care of me last night."
"Don't knock it, darling," he told her as he returned from the dresser with the jar of Vaseline. "Think how bad it would be if you woke in the morning and found yourself not horny."
She started to tell him that he'd still have Beth to look after his needs, but stopped herself short of saying the words.
Putting the jar down on the night table, he took her into his arms and they kissed passionately. Between warm kisses, he told her how much he appreciated her offer and how intensely he loved her.
When Carol began to wonder whether he said the same things to Beth when he made love to her, she forced herself to turn her mind off before it spoiled the whole thing for the two of them.
He kissed his way down her body slowly, pausing for a long time at her receptive breasts, then her thighs parted widely for him as first his hand, then his lips teased the sensitive skin of her inner thighs, continually coming closer to her pussy without actually touching it.
"Oh my darling," she sighed, "you're teasing me out of my mind, but I love it."
He didn't answer, but his tongue moved closer to the target area, traced a little circle around it; then his mouth came down on her vulva, his strong jaws working as he sucked. For a little while, he teased her by not sending his tongue inside, but she knew he was teasing and didn't mind. After a little while, she felt the rasping of it as it sought and found her clit.
Pulling her crotch onto his face like a warm, silken mask, he gave her what she swore was the best dive she had ever known. It was always good when he did it, but this time it was great-greater than ever.
After she went off, all the coiled springs in her body being released at the same time, he turned her and began to lick her bum cheeks and the crack between. While he did it, Carol knew what would soon happen and tried to convince herself that she would enjoy it as much as she had seen Beth enjoy her bum shot.
Reaching for the jar of Vaseline, he knelt up and rubbed it all over the long shaft of his big, throbbing tool. After that, he had her elevate her behind and carried a little more of the lubricant to her glowing little anus with his finger. Noticing how easily his finger slipped inside, Carol lied to herself by telling herself that his prick would push in with the same ease. She knew she was lying, but it helped her to prepare for her ordeal.
Telling her how he loved her and how happy she had made him, Adam positioned his wife on her knees with her head low and her magnificent bottom arched high.
"Are you sure you don't want to spank me?" she asked.
"I'm sure, darling," he told her, "I just can't wait to take this trip to heaven." He was quite sincere in that as he paused to fondle her lush nether cheeks before commencing his back alley approach to the promised land.
When she felt the head of his penis press between her buttocks, Carol tensed instinctively, then remembered what Beth had told her about relaxing the time she had done the same thing with the vibrator. It wasn't easy to relax while awaiting the big push, but she did her best.
"OWOWOOH!" she cried out as the head of his cock pushed up her tight hole, expanding it until she thought it would split.
"It's all right, darling," he comforted her as his hands held her hips. "The big part is inside the ring now, the rest is going to be easy. I'm not lying to you, darling, it really will be."
Carol sensed he was telling the truth and even managed to relax a little as she felt her anus being strained and stretched. When he was sure she had recovered from the impact of the first stretching of the tight passage, he began to feed his bone into her, a little at a time until he was all the way home.
"There we are darling," he congratulated his wife, "we've made it. You have seven inches of stiff cock up your lovely bum. I'm proud of you my darling."
"I'm happy for you, Adam. Am I a good fit for your big prick?"
"You're the very best ever as well as the most beautiful. And now, I'm going to give you a nice belly spanking. Are you ready, dear?"
"Yes."
"Here we go then. See how nice it feels to have my big bone stroking in and out of your beautiful bum?"
His hands strong yet gentle on her lush hips, the man began working with long, slow strokes, obviously wanting to make his pleasure last.
"Should I pause and give you a come with my finger?" he asked, pausing with his tool buried to the hilt, his belly pressed against her smooth buttocks.
"No, dear. Not now. Go ahead and finish with my bum."
Adam renewed his grip and began stroking again. He told his wife that because of the tightness of her hole he would go off quickly. He had barely finished telling her, when he felt the tension in his balls that told him his ride was about to end.
Inserting his cock all the way; he gave a half dozen fast strokes, spanking her arched behind with his belly, then pulled her tight against him as he went off strongly, squirming and jerking against her silken cheeks.
After he had rested for a minute, he reached into her crotch, found her clitoris with a finger and began rubbing it gently. For a little while, she didn't respond, then he felt her clitoris hardening and the motions of her body told him that his finger had gotten through to her. In a little while, she panted that she was coming and he went on rubbing until she went into orgasm, and a little beyond, until she begged him to stop.
In her frantic jerking of climax, her bum pulled off the tool on which it had been impaled. Adam looked down at his dangling, spent weapon, but there was no regret, no need for it.
Parting her buttocks gently, he stared intently at what always seemed a miracle to him. The hole that had stretched so wide to take his big cock, had returned to its original size, a tiny pink ring, the center of which looked too small to admit even the tip of his little finger. Bending closer, he kissed it reverently, then lay beside his wife and took her in his arms.
"You see, darling," he whispered, "it didn't really hurt at all, did it?"
"No, I guess it didn't," she admitted, "except a little at first when the big head pushed in. Still, my bum hole feels funny now, all stretched and like I need to poop although I know I don't really."
"That just takes a bit of getting used to, dear. I have checked your pretty little pink hole and it looks exactly the way it did before. As for that feeling, it's always like that. It's a reminder of what you've experienced. It will pass in a little while."
Carol said nothing in reply, so Adam held her more tightly and kissed her with passion. Although she responded to the kiss, he didn't ask her whether or not she had enjoyed the buggering; he knew the answer he would get and didn't want to hear it.
Chapter Eleven
The next day, when Carol wanted to go walking in the city, Adam quickly told her he'd go with her. It was always that way, when she left the house, either Adam or Beth went with her.
After her life of seclusion, the city was exciting to her. At first, the speed of everything and the noise of the city frightened her, but she soon got over that and found it exciting.
On her first few trips she had mustered the courage to buy things, to talk to salespeople. She returned smiles eagerly when she received them, and there were many, especially from males who were stunned by her beauty.
Almost every time she went out, either Beth or Adam warned her against too freely returning the smiles men gave her. They told her the men were undressing her with their eyes and would be quick to take advantage if they thought she would give them a chance.
"Isn't that silly," she commented to Beth after one such warning.
"What do you mean silly?"
"I mean when I start going to orgies with you and Adam, I'll be expected to let men undress me not with their eyes, but with their hands. They'll strip me naked, play with my bare body all over, suck my tits and my cunt, fuck me, give me their cocks to suck and all that. Now you tell me I shouldn't smile at strangers on the street. Perhaps you can explain that to me, though I doubt it," she finished with a teasing grin, sensing that she had backed Beth into a corner from which she wasn't going to escape easily.
"But when you go to orgies, you'll be among our friends," Beth explained. "People you meet on the street are strangers."
She persisted with her explanation, and after a while, Carol pretended to accept it. She knew Beth would report the conversation to Adam and wondered how he would react to it.
The next time she went out with Adam, she waited until the first time he chastised her for returning the smile of a man, then threw him the question she had fed Beth previously;
His answer was so ready and so similar to that which Beth had given her that she was sure the two had discussed it.
"But," she countered firmly but without anger, "that's just the point. They're your friends. Where are mine?"
"Be reasonable, Carol," he said frowning, "Consider your background. How could you have friends? You will meet many of our friends and they'll be your as well. Just give it a chance. It won't be long before you'll have such a busy social life that you won't be able to keep up with it. Beth and I have slowed down to give you a chance to adjust before bringing you into our full social circle. Perhaps we've waited too long though."
They discussed the matter a while longer, then agreed to drop it. Still, Carol was left with the feeling that she was not really a free woman, but a beautifully kept and admired thing.
She was the wife and had no freedom. Beth, the maid, on the other hand, shared the role of wife and also had complete freedom to come and go when and where she chose.
Carol saw that she needed time and help to adjust from her background as a recluse to living in a big city filled with strangers, but there was a nagging doubt in the back of her mind that her husband and the maid were not really helping her make that adjustment, that they would prefer to keep her unsophisticated, just a beautiful thing to have around the house, someone who was completely dependent on them.
I'm still young enough, she told herself, to change and to become a normal human being. I'm rich and I'm more beautiful than most women, yet even the poorest of them have more freedom than I.
They were sitting in a restaurant and all through their conversation, Carol was aware of a woman staring at her in the same hungry way Doreen had done during her visit to the house.
At first, it angered her, then a new thought came into her mind. She had complained that she had no friends of her own. Here, if she could arrange it, was a chance to meet someone of her own choosing without having Adam and Beth arrange it for her.
She sensed that the woman would want to do more or less what Doreen wanted to do to her, and yet it was different in that this woman would not be imposed on her by Adam, she was in a position to say either yes or no to the woman. She had the choice this time.
Carol noticed that the woman had finished meal, but remained at the table sipping one cup of coffee after another. When Adam was not looking at her, she would flash a quick return smile to the woman whose face lit up each time.
She was a well dressed, fashionable looking woman with a slim but good looking figure. Carol guessed her age at late thirties or perhaps early forties. Somehow, she knew, she was going to have to find a way to talk to her. With Adam sitting at the table, it was not going to be easy. If only he would go to the washroom, she thought, perhaps she could find the courage to go and talk to the woman.
Only then did she realize that there was no need to wait for him to leave the table, the woman could be gone by then.
"Excuse me dear," she said, "I have to go to the washroom. Will you accompany me there?"
A hurt look came over his face and she regretted having opened the old sore.
"I'm sorry, darling," she told him, putting a hand on his. "Really I was only teasing."
When his smile returned and he told her he would spank her for it when they got home, she giggled and got to her feet.
Although she could have chosen an alternative route across the restaurant, Carol chose to pass the table at which the woman sat. Before reaching it; she flashed her a warm smile and saw the woman tremble a little. It was enough to more than confirm her idea that the woman desired her body and it sent little tremors through her as well.
As she walked down the stairs, it was all she could do to avoid turning around to see whether the woman was following her. At the foot of the stairs, she looked back and her heart fell when she saw that there was no one there. She wondered if she could have been wrong, could have mistaken friendliness for something else.
If so, she thought, and a sad frown clouded her lovely face, then perhaps Adam and Beth were right, perhaps she was too unsophisticated to be allowed to roam the city alone.
In the washroom; she checked to ensure that the cubicles were empty, then stood before the mirror patting her hair. It was really not more than a minute, but it seemed like hours before the door opened and the woman hurried in, closing the door behind her and checking under the cubicles as Carol had done.
"They're all empty, I checked," she told the woman.
"My God, I must be dreaming," the woman said with a sigh that was close to a groan. "You can't be so beautiful and so," she paused, "friendly."
"Yes I can and I'm so glad you came."
"I still don't believe it. I can't be that lucky."
I haven't much time. My name is Carol and I want to meet you."
"My name is Evelyn," the woman replied taking a card from her purse and handing it to her, "and I want to meet you so badly my teeth ache. Please let me touch you to be sure I'm not dreaming."
"Go ahead," Carol told her, smiling and taking a step toward her.
The woman's hands closed around the form of Carol's big, firm breasts and squeezed gently.
"You have a good touch," Carol told her. "I want to feel your hands on me when I'm naked. I'll do things to you too."
"Oh God," the woman groaned and her hands squeezed again, a little more strongly. "Please phone me as soon as you can. I won't even leave the phone to go to the bathroom until you do."
"It isn't easy for me, but somehow I'll find a way tomorrow, without fail."
"Oh please. Please let me see more of you," the woman begged, her eyes moving to the hem of Carol's dress, hunger in them.
Without pausing, Carol caught the hem of her dress in both hands pulled it above the tops of her panties and turned slowly to allow Evelyn a thorough inspection of her lower body and thighs. At the sight of her, tears flooded the woman's eyes and her whole body trembled violently. Although Carol wore panties, the sheer, white nylon did nothing to hide her beauty but served instead to make it more exciting by covering without hiding.
Flicking a glance toward the door, the woman crouched, gripped Carol's firm buttocks and pressed her face between her thighs where the narrow strip of nylon curved under her warm body. She inhaled deeply, then Carol let her dress fall into place.
"I'll get to you as soon as I can," she promised, then turned and left the room.
She was completely composed when she returned to the table and Adam who greeted her with a smile.
"Feel better, darling?" he asked as he seated her with his usual charm.
"So much better, darling," she told him with a dreamy smile. "It's just amazing how such a short trip can make such a difference."
"You make a pee sound like a thrilling sexual experience," Adam told her, smiling.
"I guess it can be like that at times, now that you mention it," she replied.
Carol was thrilled at her performance. She recalled how she had come to him as a completely innocent, unsophisticated girl, a child really. He had helped her develop, but now she was taking it from there, adding to the things she had learned from Adam and Beth and making a woman of herself, a woman with a mind, with a craving for a degree of freedom and dignity she knew to be her right.
She hoped that she would be able to share her new life with Adam and even with Beth, but with or without him or them, she determined, she was going to have it. She would gladly share her body, but she would own it.
In her intense excitement, she warned herself to take her time, to learn to walk confidently before running blindly into freedom and the relatively unknown.
Chapter Twelve
"Just a few more spanks to make sure your pretty bum stays nice and warm," Adam told his wife as she lay across his lap, naked except for garter belt and nylons.
While he administered the final shower of brisk but not really hard spanks to the luscious pink cheeks, his eyes moved to Beth who stood, dressed as Carol was, rubbing tingling nether cheeks which he had just finished spanking.
Helping his wife off his lap, he fondled her warm bottom, then lay on his back on the couch, his legs together, and told the women to come and take him.
Second later, he was sighing as one warm, silken behind came down on his face, while another equally warm one, Carol's, pressed down lower on his body, pushing his stiff prick deep into the churning heat of her tight little pussy.
Both women gave him a nice ride, and by the time the activity ended, all three had climaxed. After a brief rest, they got up and gathered around the bar, chatting easily.
It was just another quiet evening at home for the Coleman household.
They discussed their plans for the party that had been planned for that Saturday evening. If it went as well as they had reason to expect, Adam observed, it would continue on into Sunday as well.
He was delighted with his wife's eager acceptance of the party after she had so often expressed nervousness and far about group sex with strangers. But while he couldn't understand her changed attitude, he was delighted with it and didn't question it. When Beth did, the look he flashed her was too late.
"What brought on the change in attitude, Carol?" she asked.
"Oh, I don't know. I've been doing a lot of thinking. Among other things, I decided I was pretty childish about not wanting Doreen to go down on me that day. When she did, I enjoyed it.
"Perhaps I'm starting to grow up at last and to realize that the time for having fun is when I'm young and beautiful and when other people desire my firm body. I'm going to try hard to fit in well among your friends so that they will be my friends too."
Both Adam and Beth hugged and patted her, kissing her and telling her how proud they were of her and of her developing maturity.
"Mind you," she added after a few minutes, "my maturity must be complete in all aspects."
"What do you mean, darling?" Adam asked.
"I mean that as I become more and more a woman, I want to be treated like one."
"But of course, angel," he agreed. "How could it be any other way?"
"I knew you'd understand my feeling, Adam dear," she told him with a smile. "To celebrate my new status, I'm going to go for a walk around the city tomorrow afternoon, alone. I'm not a child any longer. I won't smile at or talk to any strange men, I'll just be like any other woman, window shopping, perhaps having a nice lunch in a good restaurant, just doing what I feel like doing and coming home when it pleases me.
"Well," Adam paused, searching for words, obviously stunned by the confident manner in which she had taken complete control of the situation, "I can't see anything wrong with that. Promise me you'll be very careful in traffic, darling, and if you change your mind, I'll be delighted to accompany you."
"Thanks, darling," she told him and kissed his cheek. "I shall be very careful and I won't change my mind. Just try to imagine what it must be like to be almost nineteen years old and never to have walked alone in a city."
There was no chance that Adam would back down on his agreement and Carol knew it. A warm rain had begun to fall and Adam was thrilled. He loved to walk in the rain, naked under a black rubber raincoat. It was a fetish Beth shared with him, but Carol, having tried it once, hadn't really enjoyed it.
When he asked if they would like to join him in a nude stroll to sweat in rubber against the skin, Beth was quick to accept with enthusiasm. Carol declined, telling them she would rather just sit and read, and would have drinks ready for them when they returned.
Before leaving, they came to let Carol inspect them. Beth had donned the rubber coat over her garter belt and nylons. Except for that she was naked, the rubber cool on her body.
Adam wore pant legs which fastened with garters above his knees and other than that, he too was nude under his rubber coat.
"Ooh, Christ, this feels so good. I'll have a nice big hard-on when we get back."
"That's nice, darling," Carol told him with a happy expression. "Since Beth is going walking with you though, she should be the one to get it. Perhaps I'll go down on her as soon as you get back, then when she's nice and wet, you can give her a pussy full of stiff, throbbing cock."
"Let's get out of here, Beth," he said, almost panting, "my cock is beginning to stiffen already."
Beth slipped a hand into his pocket, a false one, and fondled his semi-stiff cock. It was something they often did when they walked together, hands in false pockets, feeling each other to add to the excitement of their daring game.
Carol forced herself to wait a full five minutes before she went to the phone. She chose the one nearest the front door so that she would hear warning sounds if Adam and Beth returned sooner than expected. Evelyn answered while the first ring was still sounding, and Carol identified herself.
"I told you I'd be waiting by the phone," Evelyn said.
"I'm glad. I don't think you'll be sorry, Evelyn. I was a virgin in every respect until a couple of months ago, but now I'm told I'm very good at everything sexual."
"Oh Carol, I can't wait to have you naked in my arms. Why did you pick me?"
"I'll tell you all about it tomorrow. I'll be at your place about eleven in the morning. Will that be all right?"
"Three in the morning would be even better, but yes, that will be wonderful."
Evelyn wanted to talk more, but Carol wasn't prepared to risk spoiling things.
"I really can't," she told the woman, firmly but as gently as she could. "It's only a matter of hours now until I'm with you. I'll let you strip me naked, fondle and kiss my body all over, suck my tits and my cunt with your tongue licking deep inside. Just think about it, Evelyn dear, and the time will pass. It will be worth the waiting for both of us. Of course, I'll suck your cunt as often as you like and do anything else you want."
She hung up then, returned the woman's card to where she had hidden it earlier, in one of the shoes she would wear the next day, then picked up her book and, sitting with a drink, found that despite her excitement on the phone, she was then completely composed and in a perfect mood for reading.
When the couple returned, Carol poured drinks for them as they shucked off their wet coats and stood naked, telling all about their walk and the fun they'd had playing with each other as they sweated in their rubber coats.
"With all that sweating," Carol observed, "your little twat must be nice and tangy."
"I'll bet it is."
"Then put your drink down and I'll find out while I get it ready for my husband's nice hard cock."
They went to the couch where Carol pressed her mouth to Beth's moist cunt. Her hands rubbed all over the sweaty hips, buttocks and thighs as she lapped the woman until she came, then turned her over to Adam who gave her a royal hosing.
Carol was completely content as she watched her husband screwing the maid.
Chapter Thirteen
It was a sunny, almost cool morning when Carol left the house after again assuring her husband that she would be very careful in traffic and would not even look at any man, let alone smile at one.
She had bathed and prepared her body carefully for the tryst with the unknown woman, and didn't want to spoil it by perspiring, so she walked slowly, sauntering along like a tourist seeing the city for the first time.
And to an extent it was just that. For the first time in her life she was free to walk wherever she wanted to; to hurry or to stop and look when she felt like it. She felt then that she could understand the freedom a bird must feel when it makes high, swirling circles in the clear blue sky.
Although her feet retained contact with the sidewalk, her spirit soared high in the sky above the city, with the birds, sharing their exciting freedom.
When she spotted a taxi, she hailed it, hoping she was doing it right. She saw the driver's eyes move hungrily over her as she gave him the address. As they reached the house, he hurried to open the door for her, his eyes on the expanse of nylons above her knees.
She felt in such a good mood that she moved along the seat so that the hem of her skirt rode high above the tops of her nylons and, she guessed, may even have given him a quick glimpse of panty crotch as she swung her legs out of the car. His hand was trembling as he took the bill from her. She was about to smile at him, when she remembered her promise to Adam so she winked boldly instead, then hurried up the walk toward the house while he stood, dazed.
"My God," Evelyn gasped as she admitted her, "you're as beautiful as I remembered. I didn't think it was possible."
"Thanks, Evelyn, but speaking of beauty, there's not a thing wrong with you that I can see."
She was sincere in her praise. Evelyn had a look of placid maturity about her attractive face with just a hint of animal sexuality hidden below the surface, especially in her warm brown eyes.
Since she was receiving Carol in her home and made no pretense about the purpose of the visit, she had chosen a filmy powder blue negligee worn over matching blue bra and panties. Her garter belt, nylons and shoes completed her costume.
When she licked her lips and moved toward her guest, Carol held her arms out and went to meet her. They kissed passionately, their bodies pressing in hot anticipation, their hands moving, feeling, arousing each other to even greater heights.
"I know it's going to be good," Carol said as they moved apart, "but I'm really not very experienced. You'll have to help me at the start. Once we're naked, I think I'll know what to do."
"Oh you beautiful angel," Evelyn sighed, "I'll help you as you've never been helped before. Let's go to my bedroom."
It was a beautiful room that spoke of money and taste, and Carol felt completely at ease in it. Evelyn took her negligee off at once and Carol took her into her arms to feel her body, then to share a kiss.
While they were embracing, the woman unfastened the top of Carol's dress, and when they broke apart, she calmly pulled it over her head and tossed it onto a chair. There was a cry from the woman, then her hands went into an orgy of erotic exploration, missing nothing, Carol assisting in the tour by standing with her feet well apart so that even her crotch, the nylon and lace of her panties warmed by her body, was available to Evelyn's hand as it pressed warmly.
"Carol," the woman was almost crying, "I won't be able to talk or make any sense until I've made love to you with my mouth. Please let me do that now, then we'll start all over again. Will you?"
"Of course, dear. Here, I'll get out of my panties."
"No," the woman gasped. "Please let me take them off for you."
Smiling, Carol moved her hands away from her sides and surrendered her body to the woman who bent beside her and, her heart pounding, pulled the little black panties down to her ankles and helped her step out of them. Her arm was strong and urgent as she guided the girl to the bed where the covers had been pulled back to reveal the sparkling white satin sheet.
It was more a bridal couch than a bed, and Evelyn moved with the tenderness of a loving groom taking his beautiful bride to bed for the first time.
"I'll want to touch and kiss you in a million places, but I have to make love to you first."
Carol was delighted to find that Evelyn's approach to diving her was the same as Adam's favorite as she had her sit on the edge of the bed and lie back with her legs up and open, while she dropped to her knees on the floor close against the bed.
She gave a loud cry at the sight of the lovely young crotch, and her tongue licked out between her lips, imparting a sheen of moisture.
Her fingers moved into Carol's crotch, felt and parted the soft, pink lips, then her face came down, her mouth pressing wetly and hotly on Carol's opened cunt.
After kissing for a little while, her tongue went inside to explore before centering on the sensitive clitoris and rubbing until Carol climaxed, her legs kicking, her hands slapping the bed.
"You're still too perfect to be true," the woman said as she got to her feet, smiling and seemingly completely composed. "Please let me put your panties back on so that we can talk and then I can take them off again later."
Smiling, Carol got off the bed and stood while the woman replaced her panties, snugging them around her body comfortingly and patting the bottom of them.
"Ooh, I have nice wet panties," Carol observed.
"I'm sorry, dear, let me take them off for you so you won't be uncomfortable."
"No," Carol protested, "I like having the crotch of my panties wet and hot. I like so many things."
"And yet, you're so young, dear. How old are you?"
"Not quite nineteen. Three years ago, I was a virgin. I had never seen, let alone touched the body of another person. In the previous thirteen years, I had spoken to only one person, my father."
"How fantastic. I'd love to hear the story of your life if you don't mind telling me, that is."
Carol told her the entire story in graphic detail. She left out nothing about her experiences with Adam and Beth, and even told of Doreen and their orgy that was planned for the weekend.
It left the woman gasping in bewilderment. It was obvious to her that Carol was telling the truth, she never doubted that for a moment. And yet, there was a natural innocence about her as she talked so freely about such details as cunt lapping, cock sucking, bum fucking and all the rest with a composure that would put a whore to shame.
Later, Evelyn told the story of her own life. How she had been seduced by a woman when she was fourteen and became hooked on lesbianism until, in an effort to break way from it and find a more normal life, she married when she was thirty-seven.
"I knew it wouldn't work and it didn't. My old girl friends kept coming back and I couldn't resist. I knew it was just a matter of time before my husband found out. He would despise me, would divorce me and throw me out.
"When I found out he was having an affair with a secretary, I had a private detective get the evidence, then beat him to the punch by divorcing him. I got the house and a nice settlement."
They switched to discussing other topics then, telling of the sexual things they liked and disliked.
"I think it must be terrible having to take a man's big cock up your rectum," Evelyn said with feeling. "Didn't it hurt?"
"It didn't hurt too much," Carol told her, "but it left me with a feeling of having been stretched when it was over, as though the thing were still stuck in me or had left my poor arsehole stretched out of shape."
"You sweet thing, it sounds so strange to hear you use such crude terms so easily and innocently."
"I'm sorry, Evelyn, I'll try not to shock you, if I can only remember in time."
"Please don't do that. I want you to be as natural as you are, that's a part of the delight of you, your lovely, easy naturalness. Promise me you'll use the same words you would if you were with Adam and Beth. Tell me some of the other things you enjoy most."
"I just love spanking and being spanked on the bare bum. Do you like it?"
"I haven't done much of it, to tell the truth, or given it very much thought. I once picked up a gal and brought her home for the night, just a casual pickup. She asked me to give her a bare bottom spanking and to scold her while I did it."
"How did you like it?" Carol asked eagerly.
"I really can't say, dear. There were a lot of things about her I didn't like and I tended to wish she would just leave. I guess that colored my attitude toward spanking. Still I'd be delighted to try it with you if you like."
"Thank you, Evelyn, you're a dear. I would like that very much, but there's no hurry. We have the whole afternoon, don't we?"
"The afternoon? You angel, you can stay in this room for the rest of your life if you like. Yes, we have lots of time. I live alone, the phone is off the hook and I'm not opening the door to anyone."
"Would you like me to go down on you?" Carol asked. "You did such a nice job on me, I feel I owe you something."
"You don't owe me a thing, dear. To tell the truth, I'm not so fussy about having anyone go down on me. I get my kicks out of feeling and kissing the body of a beautiful woman. I like to feel her squirm with passion until she is crying for it, then I go down on her and bring her off."
"But don't you want to come when you get all worked up like that?"
"Not very often. Sometimes I'll finger myself off while I'm lapping a woman. I kind of enjoy that."
They went on discussing likes and dislikes, and as they talked, Carol unhooked the woman's bra and took it off. Her breasts were not nearly as big as Carol's, but they were quite firm and nicely tipped. After she had fondled them for a little while, Carol fed one into her mouth and began sucking it.
"Ooh, what a mouth you have, you angel," Evelyn sighed as she squirmed on the bed. "My God, I will want you to put your mouth between my thighs and suck me off. That's never happened to me before, I only let women do it to me because they wanted to, not to please me, not because I ever wanted it."
"I'm glad you're enjoying it," Carol said in the interval while she moved her mouth from one tittie to the other and resumed sucking.
She felt hands reaching around her to unhook her bra and as the last hook was slipped, she sat up and slowly took it off, one cup at a time. What she saw in the woman's eyes sent flashes of heat from her aroused cunt to every portion of her body.
"Oh no," the woman groaned, "they can't be. Breasts can't be that perfect." Her hands trembled as they reached for the lush gourds.
"Do what you like with them, Evelyn," Carol urged the woman who needed no urging at all, "consider them yours to have and to hold, to kiss and to suck, if you like."
"I like, I like, I love," the woman sighed as her hands caught the lush breasts from below, hefted them, then began swarming all over them. She aroused the pink nipples quickly, making them hard and darker in color as they elongated excitingly between her finger and thumb.
They seemed to get even harder when she caught one between her lips.
"Oh my God, there's so much of them," she groaned as she released the hold of her lips and held the big gourd with two hands, then opened her mouth wide and toured the whole breast with her open mouth and her tongue, making it shine wetly.
"You are good," Carol sighed. "Nobody ever did that to me before."
"I may show you a lot of things you've never seen before, you lovely angel," the woman told her before moving to mouth the other breast. "I'm not going to let you rest for even a minute. Some kindly fate brought you into my arms and I'm going to make the best of it, the very best, my darling, my beautiful angel, my Carol."
It was a lover's speech and Carol thrilled to it as no words had ever thrilled her. That her lover was a woman rather than a man only seemed to make it all more exciting for her and make her anxious for more.
When she found the woman's panty clad behind under her hands, Carol twisted a little, caught the waistband of them and pulled them half way down her thighs. Evelyn had a nice, firm bum, she decided and decided too that she was going to spank it in a little while.
"I hope you like my bum, dear," Evelyn said as though it were terribly important to her.
"I like it very much, dear," Carol assured her. "In a little while, I'm going to take you over my lap and spank it nice and pink. I'd like you to give me a spanking too, if you don't mind."
"I couldn't mind touching your bum, darling, whether with light, gentle touches or hard spanks. I'll do anything you could possibly want me to do. If you ask me to put my mouth between your legs and drink your pee, I'll do it. I want to do anything and everything to please you, my sweet little angel."
Smiling contentedly, Carol pulled Evelyn's panties all the way down and off her feet. She felt her thighs and legs and told the woman they were beautiful, silken smooth and completely hairless. With just a little more flesh, she decided, they could be as beautiful as her own. Her hands moved lovingly over them and she heard the woman purr. It was as though Evelyn had been starved for love and Carol wondered why.
"It isn't that at all," the woman told her when she asked as she continued stroking her silken thighs. "I have more than enough partners who like to play, but you're so beautiful that you become more than just a woman. It's as though I've found a flesh and blood angel or a princess from the Isle of Lesbos. That's what makes it all so different and wonderful for me."
"You say lovely things to me, Evelyn dear, and now, even though you may not enjoy having your cunt sucked, I'm going to give it a nice, loving kiss. It feels like a very nice, warm cunt."
Carol was in a position to make this statement, because her right hand had worked all the way up the smooth inner thigh of the woman and was pressing gently in her crotch, feeling the warm, soft lips that would soon be feeling the kiss of her lips.
She moved gracefully, Evelyn parted and raised her legs almost eagerly, then Carol's moist mouth was pressing down on the tender cunt of the women.
"Oh yes... yes... do it... suck me... lap me... oh my cunt... oh what a mouth... please suck me off my darling angel... please don't stop until I come in your mouth."
Delighted at having so completely changed the woman's attitude, at having made her want so desperately what she had not wanted before, Carol put both hands under her bum and exerted a strong upward pull as her face pressed down hard into the warm moisture of her crotch, her tongue lapping greedily until she felt and heard Evelyn going off.
"And you tell me you don't like having someone going down on you?" Carol asked later with a teasing smile as they lay together on the bed.
"I don't know what happened to me," Evelyn replied, her face still registering shock. "It was never like that for me before."
"Now that you've found it, dear, I hope it always will be."
While they talked, Evelyn sat up and fondled Carol's lush nudity until both became highly aroused. When the woman's face began to move down Carol's tummy, licking its way toward her crotch, Carol caught her hips and turned her around, smiling and licking her lips. Evelyn gave a little cry and opened her legs eagerly.
Locked in sixty-nine, the loving females brought each other off again.
Through the rest of the afternoon, Carol lost count of the number of times the woman went down on her. She could never get enough, until finally, shortly after four, Carol announced that she had to go. She promised to visit again, and saw tears in the woman's eyes as she dressed.
As Evelyn escorted her to the door, Carol saw tears in her eyes, and put an arm comfortingly around her waist.
"Oh please, Carol, once more before you leave. You don't have to get undressed, I'll just crouch down right here."
Unable to refuse, Carol hurriedly took her panties off and put one foot up on a chair. Kneeling, Evelyn fastened her mouth to Carol's hypersensitive cunt and sucked her off again.
Only when she was in the taxi on the way home did Carol realize that they had forgotten about spanking. She told herself she would visit the woman again, soon.
Chapter Fourteen
As the time approached for their orgy guests to arrive, Carol kept expecting that she would get nervous, but it didn't happen.
She and Beth were dressed the same, wearing bra, panties, garter belt, nylons and high heels. Beth's bra and panties were pale blue, Carol's, virginal white. Adam had no problem in choosing colors since he was naked. His long tool was not erect, but gave the impression that it could achieve that state in a second.
When the bell rang, all looked at each other and Beth went to answer it. She returned with a couple who went directly to the library with Beth. There the man stripped naked, the woman retained her bra, panties and nylons, then they came to the salon to meet Carol.
Carol was not surprised at the fuss they made over her, she had come to expect it. The woman fondled her body as avidly as did her husband whose cock had stiffened at the sight of Carol, and was rubbing against her thigh.
Although Carol wrapped a hand around the big, stiff cock and played with it, her eyes were on his wife. She seemed to be in her mid or late thirties and a nice, rather heavy figure with big thighs and buttocks which felt firm under her hand as she explored them.
"I'd dearly love to get at your little cunt before the men start filling it up with cock juice," the woman, whose name was Frances, told her.
"I think that would be fun. Why not have a quickie right now?"
"I'm afraid your husband hasn't told you all the rules, dear," Frances told her. "No action is allowed before all the guests arrive. Still, I think we'll get our chance. You see, by general agreement, the chicks are allowed one round together before the men get into the act."
"Why is that?"
"Well, some gals like to eat pussy, but not after it's been fucked. This way, those fastidious ones get to lick at least one."
"How fussy," Carol observed. "I enjoy sucking Beth after Adam has pumped his juice into her. There's more to lap that way."
"You amaze me, Carol," the woman said with a smile. "It's so hard to imagine that only a couple of months ago you were a virgin and thought your pussy was just something to pee through."
"That's easy," Carol replied quickly, "I learn fast and I have very good teachers."
The two other couples arrived together to round out the small group that had been planned, and as they went into the library to undress, Carol saw that they were young and good looking. As she waited anxiously for them to reach the room, she thought of how silly she had been in fearing her first such party.
The two couples arrived in the room, and as they did, Frances rubbed a hand in Carol's crotch and whispered that after the official toast, they could grab a couch or a spot on the floor and do their thing. In response, Carol slipped a hand down the back of the woman's panties and rubbed a cheek that was so firm it could almost be called hard.
Looking at Beth, Carol wondered again why she had changed her mind about inviting a partner for herself and chose to just drift, but she seemed quite content with the situation.
"The way you handle my bum, dear," Frances told Carol, smiling warmly and pressing a hip against her, "I take it you like the spanking game.
"Yes, I love it. Both ways. How about you?
"I feel it's more blessed to give than to receive, but I can take a spanking pretty well. Care to swap before we go down?"
"Love to," Carol told her as she pressed the side of her hand into the deep valley between the big cheeks.
As host, Adam called for attention and proposed a toast to pleasure. Glasses were raised as all assembled drank eagerly to that.
"That's it, Carol," Frances said, as she lowered her glass, "let's find a place to sit and chat over these drinks, then get ready for fun. I can't wait to spank that lovely bum of yours and get my face between your thighs. Are you sure that skin of yours is real? I've never felt anything like it."
"I'm not sure," Carol grinned in reply, "daddy did own shares in Dupont, perhaps he had them make up something special for me."
"I'll make up something special for you," Frances told her as they reached a couch. Before sitting, the woman put her drink down and took her bra off.
Her breasts weren't bad, Carol decided. They were big and seemed fairly firm, but not with the firmness of youth. Rather, they looked like mature breasts that had been taken care of over the years. She decided it would be fun to bury her face in them.
Following the woman's lead, Carol removed her bra and was pleased at the squeal of delight it drew from the woman who reached for her big, firm bubbies with both hands.
They finished their drinks quickly, then Frances drew Carol across her thighs and took her panties down. A few seconds later, the panties were on the floor and Carol was being spanked.
Frances spanked well and soon had the young beauty shedding happy tears while a firm hand painted pink roses all over lush, previously white cheeks.
"Enough, dear?" she asked after a while. "Enough for now, I guess," she replied, one hand going behind her to feel a tingling bum cheek.
"Please let me go down on you now, Carol," the woman begged as she helped Carol to her feet. "I'll take my spanking after you come. I just can't wait to get at it."
Smiling, Carol sat on the edge of the couch, opened her legs wide and leaned back with her weight on her hands. The older woman dropped to her knees and gave a little sigh at the sight of the little pink pussy below the cluster of red hair.
Bending to the task, she took the soft lips into her mouth and rubbed them between her lips for a little while before she began sucking and licking.
While she enjoyed being dived, Carol looked around the room and saw that the men were still close to the bar, sipping drinks and enjoying the sights provided by the women at play.
Looking to see how Beth was doing without a partner, Carol found her and saw that she was doing just fine. She was kneeling and licking between the bum cheeks of a woman who knelt, lapping the pussy of another woman. Knowing Beth's style, Carol would have be that she had her tongue curled right into the woman's arsehole.
But Carol stopped seeing then as climax approached. Throwing her head back, her long red hair shimmering like a rich drape, she closed her eyes and went into orgasm.
Frances proved that she knew what to do with a cunt when she got her mouth on it, and as spasms rocked the seated beauty; her climax involved the tips of her fingers and toes. She had to fight the woman off when the sensation became too much to bear.
Taking only a couple of minutes to rest after the strong orgasm, Carol had her partner stand to have her panties taken down. The big, firm ass was even better looking with the panties out of the way.
There was no suggestion of oval at all. The firm, smooth cheeks were perfect rounds, like her own, but a lot bigger.
"I wish I didn't have so much of it," Frances told her as she explored her behind with her hands as well as her eyes.
"Don't be silly," Carol scolded. "I think it's a beauty and there's so much of it to spank. Kick them off and lie over my lap," Carol urged.
Frances began crying almost as soon as Carol began the spanking. The cries sounded too true to be pretended at all, and Carol saw tears falling. Excited, she began slapping the big cheeks harder, scolding her squirming victim for being such a baby.
Carol settled for just pinking the big mounds, rather than making them as red as she would have liked. Then while the woman lay on the couch crying after getting off her lap, she licked her lips, parted the big, smooth, willing thighs and buried her face in the silken heat of the big crotch to make the woman forget all about the sting in her buttocks.
After an impressive performance of bouncing and kicking through her orgasm, Frances sat up, told Carol what a great muff diver she was, then they went to the bar to be selected by men who would obviously be ready for action.
"Is she as good as she looks?" Frances' husband asked her while his eyes moved over Carol's well warmed body.
"It doesn't seem possible," she told him with a dreamy sigh, "but she is."
"Then how about meeting the head of the family, Carol?" he asked eagerly, pulling the foreskin well back to display the swollen head of his stiff prick.
"Love to," she told him, "but I think I could use a drink first."
The man provided a drink for her and they went to the same couch she had shared with his wife. While they sipped their drinks and chatted, he played with her breasts and in her crotch.
"How would you like to get rid of that?" Carol asked as she wrapped a gentle hand around his erection and gave it a little squeeze.
"Well, if you'll go along with it, I'd like to work it in your little pussy for a while, then take it out and have you suck me off. Do you suck?"
"I do everything," she assured him. "I haven't done it that way before, but it sounds like fun. Your bone should be nice and juicy when I take it in my mouth."
"It will get a lot juicer after it's been there a while," he told her.
"That's what I expect. Your balls feel very heavy. They should give me a nice drink."
"Shall we find out?" he asked, his hand rubbing in her crotch.
Carol hesitated for a moment, wondering whether or not she wanted him to go down on her first, then decided she wasn't really in the mood.
"If you'd kneel on all fours," he told her, "then when we're ready to make the switch, you could just turn around and take it in your mouth."
"Sounds like fun. I like taking it that way anyway because the prick gets in farther."
"If you take Adam's that way, it's a wonder you don't choke," he told her, grinning.
"I do and when he goes off it feels like his head is shooting right inside my womb."
As she achieved the desired position, the man paused to admire her luscious body, reaching under to fondle her breasts which hung heavily. His hands stayed there until her nipples became aroused and pointed down excitingly.
Kneeling behind her, then, he rubbed her arched rear, took his tool in his hand and moved it under the lush globes, still slightly pink from the spanking his wife had given them, and began probing the warmth of her crotch. At the touch, he felt her bum press back toward him, telling him she was ready for his cock, as anxious to take it as he was to give it.
Finding her slit, he pushed the head inside and held for a moment, not moving it. After that, with a series of short, delightful jabs, he fed his bone into her twat until she felt his belly rubbing her behind, telling her she had taken all he had to give.
The man worked his tool in and out with such studied slowness that Carol wondered how he could maintain such a degree of control. All the while he told her how beautiful she was and how delightfully her very tight slit aroused his pecker.
Once, to delay ejaculation, he withdrew his tool all the way and slapped it against her thighs while he waited for it to cool down.
It slipped in easily again. He gave her a few more slow strokes, then told her, in a husky, broken whisper, that he was ready to be sucked off.
Turning quickly, Carol took his well lubricated bone in her hand to guide it to her mouth. It felt delightfully wet, warm and slippery and she caught a faint aroma of her snatch wafting from it.
Before pushing it into her mouth, she licked away juice in a manner which delighted the man and kept him squirming and jerking, panting for breath while she drove him out of his mind with her mouth and tongue.
When she sensed he was on the verge of going off, she reached around him with one hand, held his cock firmly and pushed a finger between his buttocks. Just as her finger pushed up his hole, he began spurting into her mouth.
Carol gave his cock a few more slow strokes to keep it shooting as she drank greedily of the thick, warm fluid.
Leaving her partner drained and completely fatigued, she licked her lips, got up and went back to the bar where she found a few others, none of whom looked as fresh and eager as they had at the outset.
Through the long evening, Carol drifted around the room, joining in various conversations and finding that despite her cloistered life, her reading and general education permitted her to converse easily on many subjects, and with as much confidence as any of the others.
Around midnight, she became tired and stretched out on a couch as far from the bar as she could get. She fell off into a deep sleep quickly, and woke, not knowing how long she had slept, to find a man kneeling between her legs, licking her pussy and pulling himself in an effort to work up a hard-on.
When she opened both her eyes and her legs, he eagerly worked his face right into her crotch and lapped her until she came. It was, she decided, a lovely way to end a rest and return to the activities of the party.
"Still no luck?" she asked as she watched him working on his semi-stiff tool.
"No, damn it," he groaned.
"Bring it here and let's see what I can do with it," she invited and he complied, eagerly, as she sat up and he stood by the couch.
Taking the tired feeling cock in her hand, she gave it a few gentle jerks, then stuffed it into her mouth. It began to stiffen almost at once, and within a minute, it was hard and ready for anything.
"Shall I finish it this way or would you prefer some other method?" she asked, quite properly, being the perfect hostess.
"I'd love to get it between your beautiful legs," he told her.
"Then be my guest," she smiled, falling back on the couch and opening her legs wide to admit him.
He pushed into her quickly, delighted at the way the walls of her narrow slit gripped and held his tool. The erection had taken a long time to achieve, but it lasted a long time after he began screwing Carol, long enough to provide her with a delightful come, her second within a matter of minutes. It set her up so nicely that she went to the bar for another drink.
She found her husband alone there, and they chatted warmly, Carol assuring him that she was having a wonderful time at the party and was looking forward to an even bigger one soon.
Chapter Fifteen
Again without protest from Adam, Carol went to visit Evelyn early the following week and received the same enthusiastic welcome from the mature woman who was so obviously smitten by her tender young beauty and warmth.
"I'm so happy you wanted to come back so soon," the woman told her after they had shared a passionate kiss.
"I really had to," Carol smiled, "after all, we forgot something last time."
"The spankings?"
"That's right. I'm surprised you remembered," Carol told her.
"I more than remembered, after you left. I got so curious about it, that I went back to my bedroom and gave myself a few spanks. It felt so nice and naughty that I gave myself a real spanking."
"And you enjoyed it?"
"Ooh yes. I have a feeling that most people would if they ever gave it a try."
"Perhaps you're right, Evelyn. Still, I think you're going to enjoy it even more when we spank each other."
"I know I will," Evelyn replied with enthusiasm. "Carol, dear," her tone changed at once from enthusiasm to pleading, "you know how I adore lapping you. Could I do it once right now before we even get undressed? That last one I gave you when you were dressed to leave was so exciting."
"Well," Carol paused, enjoying teasing the more mature woman, "I'll tell you what. I'll let you do it, but then I am going to spank you for being so greedy. Does that sound all right?"
"Oh, darling, more than," she exclaimed as she reached up under Carol's dress to take her panties down and help her step out of them. Before dropping the little panties, the woman held them under her nose to inhale the fragrance of the body warmed nylon.
Resting her bottom against the edge of a table, Carol leaned back with her weight resting on her hands while the woman got down between her widely parted feet.
"Aren't you going to pull your dress up?" Evelyn asked.
"No," Carol told her, still teasing, "I'm going to make you find it in the dark."
"Ooh, it's not so dark," Evelyn observed as she put her head up under Carol's dress. "It's really beautiful, so exciting to see your thighs this way." As she spoke of Carol's thighs, her hands explored them and she gave them a few wet kisses and little licks.
But Evelyn couldn't be delayed long, and soon she had twisted so that she could get her tongue into Carol's cunt, her tongue finding her sensitive clitoris almost at once as she began to lick while her strong hands held the smooth thighs of the girl and drifted from time to time to touch silken globes above.
"Mmmm, you do lick nicely, dear," Carol told the woman, sighing and rubbing her head through the fabric of her dress.
Not long after that, Carol became even more wildly enthusiastic as the licking tongue brought her to climax, her bum jerking against the table, her knees weakening and sagging a little.
"Ooh that was nice," Carol sighed as she reached back to unfasten her dress. "But now I'm going to enjoy another nice thing while I spank your pretty bare bum."
"Shall I strip?"
"No, dear, not this time. I'll just take my naughty girl over my lap with her dress up and panties down. It should be more exciting that way."
"Oh yes," Evelyn agreed with enthusiasm. "Will you scold me too?"
"Yes, dear, I'll treat you just like a naughty little girl and I'll make you cry like one. Throwing her dress off and getting rid of her bra at the same time so that only her garter belt and nylons remained, Carol sat on a comfortable, armless chair and patted her thighs.
It seemed a complete reversal of natural roles as the girl scolded the mature woman as though she were a child, ordering her to pull her dress up to her waist and hold it there.
"Only naughty little girls want to eat sweets all the time," she lectured as she rubbed a hand along the crotch of Evelyn's panties, thrilling to the warmth she found there.
"But I like your sweet. It tastes so yummy," the woman replied in a little girl tone that was perfect.
"Well perhaps you won't like the spanking I'm going to give you. We'll see if it teaches you a lesson about always wanting to eat my sweet cunt."
"Oh," Evelyn gasped as Carol's hands went to the waistband of her clinging panties, "you're not going to take my little panties down, are you?"
"I am indeed," came the stern reply, "and then I'm going to give you a good spanking on your bare bum-bum."
Jerking the panties down quickly to bare the plump, slightly oval buttocks, Carol demonstrated how well she had learned the art, by quickly taking the woman across her thighs, gripping her comfortably with her left hand, and commencing the spanking.
She did not spank hard, not wanting to spoil it by hurting the woman too much the first time. Still there was a definite sting each time her hand slapped a plump cheek and rested on the spot for a second to feel heat, a heat which grew with each loud, ringing smack.
Evelyn sobbed prettily, still pretending, but soon it was not necessary to act as the sting in her hot bum cheeks inspired real sobs and real tears while Carol's hand continued to rise and fall until both cheeks took on a nice red glow. When she stopped spanking, Evelyn remained on her lap and she massaged her tingling, red nether cheeks until the woman stopped sobbing and told her how exciting her first spanking had been.
"Still," she said, laughter in her voice, "it was completely wasted on your naughty little girl."
"What do you mean?"
"I mean I still want to get my face between those lovely thighs and eat your sweet little cunt once more."
Joining in her friend's laughter, Carol gave her a sharp slap on one buttock, then helped her to her feet.
"After all," she laughed as they hurried into the woman's bedroom, "I didn't say you should never eat any sweets at all."
A few minutes later, both naked, they lay in end to end embrace on the wide bed, enjoying their sweet sexual snack.
When the time came to spank Carol, Evelyn more than enjoyed it. In fact, just when Carol's behind was taking on a nice glow, Evelyn paused in the spanking, dug strong fingers into the lush globe and went into strong orgasm.
"My God, did you really come just from spanking me?" Carol asked in amazement.
"Yes," she gasped, "Oh Christ, it was as strong a come as I get with your face in my crotch. I just can't believe it."
"What I can't believe," Carol told the woman as she got off her lap and rubbed her tingling bottom, "is that Adam tells me there are lots of people who don't understand the excitement and pleasure of spanking and being spanked. Is that really true?"
"It's very true, my dear," the woman assured her. "I suppose the majority of people think it's either silly or abnormal for adults to spank each other."
"And to think," Carol observed with a profound look, "I'm the one who grew up as a recluse, completely shielded from contact with the world.
Chapter Sixteen
"But damn it, Carol," Adam protested, more in confusion than in anger, "you can't have a lover. You're my wife."
"Why not?" she retorted, "you have Beth as well as me."
"That's different. You and I share Beth."
"All right, I'll share Evelyn with both you and Beth, if she agrees to it."
They had been undressing for bed when Carol broke the news to her husband about her lesbian lover and it had jolted him more than she expected.
"Carol, Carol," he said, shaking his head in frustration at her unassailable conviction that was perfectly right for her to have a lesbian lover as well as a husband. "You're so... so... innocent in the ways of the world. I suppose that's my fault though. I got you into all this."
"It's not a matter of fault, darling," she assured him as she rolled her last nylon off and sat nude on their bed. "Really, you saved me from a very dull life and brought me into this very exciting one. My poor little cunt would have been wasted if you hadn't come along and rescued it."
"Hell, you make me sound like St. George," he countered, grinning in spite of himself.
"Well you sure have a nice big lance to fight dragons with," she quipped. "Just don't let any of them bite it off."
"Darling," he turned on a puzzled frown as he returned to the subject of her lover, "I'm stumped. Where and how in hell could you have found a lover? Did you just stop some woman on the street and tell her you'd let her eat your cunt?"
"Silly, of course not. In fact, I was with you at the time."
"With me? Then you mean one of the gals from the party the other night. Which one?"
"No, I don't. I just wanted to prove to myself and to you that I could go out and make friends of my own."
"I give up." She gave a pained shrug as he pushed his shorts down and stepped out of them. "Tell me all about it."
Laughing at his consternation, Carol told him about the incident in the restaurant, and how she had met Evelyn in the washroom.
"For Chrisake," he gasped, "you don't mean you let her go down on you in a restaurant washroom? You could get arrested for that sort of thing."
"Of course I didn't, silly. I did let her have a look and a feel of my thighs and panties. You should have seen her tremble."
"Hell, I'd have been trembling too if I'd had any idea what you were up to."
"But you're being so stuffy, darling," she countered, still unable to understand what she considered his puritanical approach to the fact of her lesbian lover.
"Nobody has ever called me stuffy, darling, I'm not. You are just going to have to take my word for it. What you want is wrong and you can't have it."
"Why do I have to take your word for it?"
"Because you're only a child. I'm twenty-seven years older than you."
"If there is some definite connection between age and wisdom," she told him with just a trace of a smile, "then I must have missed it in my reading. I seem to recall that the handmaiden of advancing age is senility, not wisdom."
"Oh you little bitch," he snapped. "So now I'm senile, am I?"
"I'm not saying you're senile, darling, she smiled a little more openly. "Mind you I'm not saying you're all that wise either."
"Oh, I've really hooked me a live one here. I only saw the package and didn't realize what the contents were."
"Are you sorry, darling?" she asked, the smile leaving her face.
"Sorry, hell. I'm doubly proud of you. All I have to do now is learn how to handle you."
"I have no complaints about the way you handle me, darling. How would you like to give me a little handling right now?"
"I'd love to, but that isn't what I mean."
"It is what I mean and you aren't going to win this silly argument anyway, so why don't you just spank me and put me in bed?"
"Careful darling," he told her with a smile, "your wisdom is slipping. You should say put me to bed. Watch your English."
"Careful darling," she mocked him as she fell back on the bed and opened her legs, "my pussy is showing and I do mean put me IN bed or anywhere else, just put me."
He reached for her, but she didn't get what she wanted. Instead, he rolled her over on the bed, pinned her down with his left hand and began spanking her pretty bottom which heaved and bucked excitingly despite the pressure of his strong hand.
"Perhaps if I spank your pretty bottom often enough and hard enough," Adam panted between spanks, "the message will travel all the way to your brain and straighten it out for you. And while we're at it, if your lover shows up around here, I'll do the same to her."
"Ooh, that would be... ow... nice, darling. Evelyn just... ow... loves to be spanked. After you spank the two of us, we could both go down on her. I'm sure she'd love that."
Realizing that she was still teasing and getting the better of him, Adam stopped talking and went on spanking. Before long, Carol was crying much too loudly to do any teasing or, for that matter, any talking at all.
When Adam stopped spanking, he looked down to see his stiff penis swaying close to her lush bottom. Bending, he covered her behind with loving kisses, then pulled her up to her knees, fitted his tool into her and rode her hot behind.
Carol still felt the final spasms of her climax when he went off strongly, deep inside her. Dismounting, he took her into his arms and, arguments forgotten for the time being, they fell into a deep sleep.
Chapter Seventeen
"Has she really gone to see her girl friend again?" Beth asked Adam as she saw Carol get into a taxi in front of the house.
"That's what she said," he replied with a shrug and a helpless expression. "More than that, she wants us to take Evelyn to the party with us on Friday."
"Oh Adam," the woman laughed gaily, "this is all really too much."
"What the hell is so funny?" he demanded angrily as he poured himself a stronger than usual drink and took a big belt of it.
"Come off it, Adam, darling," she scolded, "if you lose your sense of humor, you're really licked. As it is, you're going to need all you've got to cope with our little beauty."
"But damn it all," he persisted, frowning, "how could she have changed so completely, so quickly?"
"What makes you think she has changed at all?" Beth asked.
"Come on, Beth, you have eyes and ears, haven't you?"
"Yes I have, darling," she replied, pouring herself a drink, hurt that he hadn't offered her one, "and I'm using them. I insist that your little angel hasn't really changed at all."
"Would you care to explain that?"
"Sure, although I shouldn't have to. The old Adam would have understood. You took an innocent young beauty out of the backwoods and we trained her natural instincts to make a magnificent sexual animal out of her. Right so far?"
"Right."
"Okay, so we knew we had a beautiful package and that she could teach a mink to screw, but how much more did we know about her?"
"You're beginning to lose me, Beth."
"What we didn't know in the beginning, because she chose not to show us, was that she has a brain that's probably bigger than her beautiful big tits. Sure she was unsophisticated when you found her, but that doesn't mean she was dumb. I think that lush little chick is probably brilliant."
"A few days ago, I'd have laughed at that, Beth. Right now, I'm beginning to think you're right. But why would she have played dumb for so long? What did she have to gain?"
"Perhaps she wasn't playing dumb at all. Look at it this way. You brought her into the outside world when she was eighteen years old and as innocent in the ways of that world as an infant, except for what she read."
"So?"
"So maybe she knew she had a hell of a lot to learn and also feared that by talking too much, she would show her ignorance of life. As a result, she didn't talk much, didn't question our decisions, just played it cool while she learned."
"You think it was as innocent as that?"
"Don't ask for bets, but I think so, yes. She saw that we wanted her to learn all about sex, so she learned it fast and well. When she had done that, she also gained confidence all the way around."
"Christ, you're coming on like a bloody psychiatrist, but keep going, I'll keep looking for a flaw in your reasoning."
"Please do, we need the best of both our brains to keep up with that hot pussied whiz kid. It didn't take long for her to realize that she equalled us sexually, to say the least, then when she began looking around and taking stock of the situation, she realized that she had us both topped in the intellect department."
"I wish I could find a flaw there. I hate to admit that an eighteen year-old kid can out think me," Adam replied, sadly.
"Why shouldn't she. For thirteen years she had nothing to do but study. She has probably memorized books that you and I couldn't read. You've spent the first part of your life learning to make money, and the rest of it making broads. How long has it been since you've read a book?"
"Then you think our baby is an intellectual heavyweight?"
"No, I'd rather say a fast welterweight with lots of fancy footwork and a good left hook. If either of us got in the ring with her, she'd cut us to ribbons; never a real knockout punch, just those stinging jabs."
"Hell, now you sound like that line about float like a butterfly, sting like a bee. Was that Cassius Clay?"
"It may have been, but it could have been coined for our yummy little Carol. Mind you, I could be completely wrong."
"You could be," Adam agreed ruefully, "but you sound too fucking right to me. I looked for flaws all the way through your piece, but I couldn't find one."
"Speaking of a piece, darling, since the old folks have been left at home while she goes out to lick pussy, let's hit the sack and chop off a hunk or two ourselves. You may be stuck with me yet."
"Don't put it like that, Beth," he said, giving her a sharp swat on the bottom as she got to her feet. "You know that no matter what happens, we're just right for each other."
"Thanks, fellow inmate of the old folks' home. Now lets go log some skin time. I tired out my peanut brain trying to figure Carol out, but my pussy is getting restless."
Together, each carrying a refreshed drink, they went to the bedroom and got undressed. Beth knew that Adam's mind was still very much on his problem of coping with Carol, his desperate fear that she would somehow get away from him.
It was for that reason that she had suggested sex. If she could make him forget about his problem long enough, she reasoned, then he could return to it later, his mind refreshed, more able to cope.
Adam surprised her by laughing aloud as he stepped out of his pants and tossed them onto a chair.
"Now what?" she asked, brightly.
"I was just thinking about the crack she tossed at me the other day about senility."
"Well, that bulge in your shorts is hanging low and doesn't look very impressive to me," she teased. "Maybe she's right."
"That did it. That really did it, Beth baby. Just leave those little panties on, I'll jerk them down just before I take you over my lap with your pretty bum up and bare."
Giggling, Beth took her bra off and dropped it to the floor. As he came at her, she saw his cock beginning to stiffen, and sensed that her therapy was working. To her delight, she discovered that the same thing was happening to her when his hands reached for the waistband of her sheer panties and he dragged them down her legs. They were still tangled around one ankle when he took her over his lap and began spanking her plump behind.
"My problem," he told her between slaps, "is that I've been taking it too easy on my women, but I'm going to fix that, starting with you."
"Ooh, lover," she sobbed, "you really are fixing it. Ow... ooh... my bum... you're killing... sob... me... now... ooh... ow... oh..."
Beth switched from trying to talk, to succeeding to cry and she did it well. As her legs kicked, her panties sailed away, landing on the dresser and knocking over a couple of bottles which didn't bother either of them as they had other things to concern themselves with.
His mind suddenly freed of worries and fears, Adam was immensely enjoying spanking Beth and watching color suffuse the big, warm cheeks. And despite her crying, Beth too was enjoying what was happening.
Knowing the man as she did, she was sure that when he finished spanking her, he would want her to ride his face with her hot behind and equally hot crotch. His tongue would snake into her slit and he would bring her off with a force that would leave her weak, but not too weak to enjoy the feel of having his long, stiff cock up her slit, finishing the job his tongue would have started.
"Well, Beth?" he asked as he rubbed one hot cheek of her bum with a hand still warm from the spanking, "do you think that will hold you for a while?"
"Oh... sob... yes, lover," she replied. "That will keep my bum nice and warm. But what... sob... am I going to do with it?"
"How about giving me a nice old fashioned facial with it and your crotch?"
"Oh yes, Adam, I want that. You know how I love seeing and feeling your face under me while I rub you. Are you going to suck me off?"
"I'm going to do everything in the book to you, Beth," he told her as he helped her off his lap and fondled her hot behind with both hands. "After I've screwed the lovely, hot ass off you, you're going to make me hard again and then we'll start all over."
"Oh yes, lover, oh yes. Lie down now while my bum is still nice and warm. Mummy is going to give her little man a nice facial."
With a sigh that was part groan, Adam fell onto the bed on his back and Beth hurriedly straddled him.
She looked down at him through eyes still wet with tears, and the blurred focus made everything more exciting to her.
"Oh Mummy," he squealed in a little boy tone, "you've got such nice big tits. Please make them dance for me."
"Yes, dear," Beth told him as she knelt above his face, causing her breasts to sway from side to side. "If you're a good boy, Mummy will let you suck them later. Of course if you're a bad boy, Mummy will have to give you a strapping. You know that, don't you?"
"Yes, Mummy. I am a bad boy. I guess you will have to strap my bum and make me cry."
It was all Beth could do to keep from shouting with joy. That was their old game, the one they hadn't played once since Carol came on the scene.
In the old days, he delighted in playing the little boy role and submitting his behind for severe strappings. They had played wild games then she had loved them, but with Carol's appearance, he had suddenly outgrown them, deserting the sobbing little boy to become the father figure instead.
But in the blow Carol had dealt him in mastering him so quickly and completely, she had given Beth the gift of her little boy back and she determined to take full advantage of it, intended to make this such a performance that he would not again forget it, but would keep wanting more and more of the game.
"Just lie still now, little Adam," she told him in her most motherly tone, "Mummy is going to rub your pretty face with her nice warm bum, and then give you a nice facial with her nice hot cunt and wet crotch. There, Adam baby, feel how Mummy's smooth, warm bum rubs your face. Isn't that nice, dear?"
"Oh yes, Mummy. Your bum is so big and pretty and so smooth. Rub my face all over, Mummy, I won't tell daddy."
"That's my good little boy, Adam," she told him as she went on rubbing.
And then, to her delight, Beth discovered that she would be able to give him the blast of air he so loved. Fitting her buttocks over him so that his nose went deep into her crack, right to her anus, she held him there, feeling his hot breath.
"Get ready to take a deep breath, dear, Mummy is going to give you a nice fart. Here it comes right... uh... now."
He felt the ring of her anus push out over his nose, then felt the rush of air and heard the long, trailing sound. His hands held her tightly as he inhaled deeply.
"Now Adam," she told him, lifting her bum from his face a little, "lick Mummy's crotch all over and make it very wet for your facial. Ooh, that's the way, my you lick nicely. Be sure you make it nice and wet... that's it... that's it... that's oohaaahhhhhh..."
Unexpectedly, Beth went into orgasm. It happened so suddenly that she was completely unprepared for it as the spasms rocks her, violently.
When the storm passed and a measure of sanity returned to her, Beth wondered whether it had shaken Adam out of his little boy role.
"Your crotch is nice and wet. Mummy," he said, giving the answer she wanted to hear, "please give me a nice warm facial with it."
"Yes, little Adam, Mummy will do that right now. Here we go, dear."
Passion flared anew for the woman as she carefully rubbed his entire face with her wet, hot crotch while he kept making muffled sobs and groans of lust.
"There now, baby... there... there... there... that's the way. Now, baby, now, here come's Mummy's pretty cunt right on your mouth. Suck it Adam, baby, suck and lick like a good little boy. Ah! ooohh, that's the way."
Her earlier climax had done nothing to spoil the second one she enjoyed as his tongue on her clitoris triggered her quickly and strongly into another orgasm, her crotch pressing and rubbing on him.
"Oh Mummy, Mummy," he panted as she lifted her crotch from his face. "My poor little cock is bursting. Make it all better for me."
"Yes, dear, just lie still, Mummy will make it all better for you."
Crawling backward along his body, Beth stopped when she saw his straining penis looking ready to explode under her crotch. Guiding it carefully, she fitted the head into her slit, she pressed down and impaled herself on it, preparing to ride the stiff pole until he went off inside her.
But arousal was such for the man that Beth did not get a chance to ride him at all. Instead, just as the full length of his tool pushed into her, he went off, strongly, groaning and twitching under her as she stared, her eyes as glassed with passion as his.
"Like to rest now, dear?" she asked, gently.
"No, Mummy no," he shrieked. "I'm a bad boy and you're going to strap my bare bum and make me cry. You're going to strap me so hard, Mummy."
Beth had been prepared to fall into a state of fatigue, but at his words and the urgency of his tone, she revived instantly. There was a wet, squishing sound as she lifted off him, releasing his spent penis, then she hurried to the dresser.
As she bent to open the lower drawer in which the strap had lain unused for so long, her ass was a thrilling sight to the man who rolled over on the bed to admire it. Her thighs were a little apart, and he was able to see her wet twat.
His face was already sticky from it, but he would want and get more of it, he was sure.
And then she was standing beside the bed, the wide, brown leather strap in her hand. His body trembled and he felt the stirrings in his loins that told him his tool would revive quickly, was already well on its way.
"Do you see what I have here, Adam?" she asked as she stood, her feet braced strongly, well apart.
"Oh Mummy, not the strap."
"Yes, Adam, the strap. Listen to it." She slapped in on the palm of her left hand and his body jerked at the sound it produced.
"Guess what Mummy is going to do with it, Adam."
"Oh no, Mummy, not my bum-bum. Please don't strap me on the bare bum. It will make me cry."
"Yes, Adam, Mummy's strap always makes you cry and it will do so again. Put the pillows in place, Adam, three of them in a pile to get your arse up nice and high for the strap."
Still sobbing and pleading, he crawled to the pillows, took three of them and piled them on the middle of the bed. Moments later, he was lying atop them, his elevated behind twitching and jerking in anticipation of the stinging kiss of leather.
Noticing her panties on the dresser and recalling how she had once used them in a strapping, she picked them up, went to the bed with them and put them down under his face.
"You are going to wet Mummy's panties with your tears, Adam," she told him. "Mummy will keep on strapping you to make you cry until her panties are soaking wet."
"Oh no, Mummy, Mummy, don't. It hurts, Mummy."
"Silly boy," Beth scolded, "Mummy hasn't even started yet. Watch Mummy oil the strap for you."
As he twisted his neck to watch her, Beth rubbed the strap through her crotch until half the length of it glistened with the imparted moisture.
"Now, dear, you kiss the strap and then Mummy will give you your strapping." She brought the wet leather close to his mouth and he kissed it, sniffing deeply as he did.
Taking up her position beside the bed then, Beth commenced his strapping. She used full armed strokes to lay the strap on with a stinging bite, exactly the way she knew he wanted it.
Although he cried and begged for mercy, she trembled at the sight of his already well streaked posterior coming up to meet each lash of the leather strap.
While his feet pounded the bed, as did his hands, Beth brought the strap down across his arse again and again, never pausing, never showing any promise of stopping the brutal strapping, while he poured his tears into the nylon panties under his face. In addition to wetting the panties, he also soaked a wide circle of the sheet around them.
When Beth ran out of white skin on his arse, she just went on applying the strap to areas that were already red, adding to both the color and the searing heat in his buttocks, as well as adding to the blazing passion which consumed both their bodies.
When she finally stopped strapping him, Adam went on crying loudly, his behind heaving and bucking as though it still felt the strap slapping.
"My panties are almost wet enough," she observed as she pressed the wet nylon to his face. "I'll just make you cry a few more tears into them."
"Oh, Mummy... Mummy..." he pleaded, his feet resuming their pounding of the bed, "no more... no more..."
"Silly child," she scolded as she picked up the strap and went on to give him ten more hard lashes with the wide leather strap.
Dropping it then, she hurriedly got onto the bed with him and rolled him off the pillows. He lay on his back as he went on crying, his wet eyes shining and completely out of focus.
Her body covered with a film of perspiration, she got over him and, taking his throbbing cock into her hand, put the head into her mouth and began sucking, pressing down a little at a time to put more and more of it into her mouth until it threatened to gag her.
Beth felt his hands pulling at her hips, and then her crotch was on his face, his tongue inside her slit, as he boy-man lapped her greedily and noisily.
When he began to shoot into her mouth, Beth drank fast to keep up with the heavy flow. While she was drinking his juice, she felt climax sweeping over her and ground down on his face with her crotch.
And then it was over and Beth found strength enough to roll off him and collapse on the bed beside him. There was not enough strength left in her to talk, but that didn't matter since the man was in the same condition.
Both were lost in deep sleep when Carol returned from her date with Evelyn. She smiled at the sight of them and a new glint came into her eyes as she saw the strap. When she detected a peculiar odor, she brought it closer to her nose and scented the musk of woman.
Adam had rolled onto his side, and one buttock told her how the strap had been used. It was, she decided, something she was going to have to explore.
Tired from her delightful visit with Evelyn she stripped and fell onto the bed beside Adam. Soon, she too was asleep.
Chapter Eighteen
It was the biggest party yet, if an orgy of such massive proportions could be called a party, and it was being staged to mark Carol's nineteenth birthday.
Things hadn't really gotten underway and people were chatting in small groups all over the room the man naked, the women still wearing bra, panties and nylons. Later, the room would become a sea of writhing, naked bodies, but for the time being, except for costumes, it was just a pleasant gathering of attractive, interesting people.
"Beth, darling," the silver haired woman gushed, her big breasts threatening to explode the black nylon and lace bra which fought to contain at least half of their volume, "you must tell me all about it."
"Impossible, Chrissie," Beth laughed, "the party only lasts the weekend. There wouldn't be nearly enough time."
"Oh come on, does she really have a mistress of her own, living right in Adam's house?"
"Evelyn? Yes."
"My God, how he must have changed. A bit of pussy licking here and there is one thing, but keeping her mistress in the house. What on earth does he think of it?"
"As in everything, Chrissie, he thinks what she tells him to think."
While the big matron was still trying to accept that answer, they were interrupted by the arrival of Carol, looking magnificently beautiful and virginal in white bra, panties, garter belt and hose, with white shoes to round out the costume. In her right hand, she held the brown leather strap.
"Oh Beth dear," she said, easily, "I've decided it would get the party off to a nice start if you were to stage your little performance with Adam right at the outset."
"Please, Carol darling," Adam begged, a sob in his voice. "If you must have her do it to me before all these people, wait until later when we've all had more to drink."
"There's a good boy, Adam. Just go along with Beth now and do as you're told."
Blinking, he turned and went with Beth toward the bed that had been set up at the end of the big room.
"Hi," Carol greeted the guest, "I don't believe we've met. I'm Carol, Adam's wife, and this is Evelyn, my lover. Shall we go watch the show?"
