Andrew Carter had been plagued by little annoyances, but the cumulative effect had soured his mood. His head throbbed angrily as the train stalled once again. Sitting back against the seat, he closed his eyes and tried to concentrate on something pleasant, something which would erase the tensions of the past eight or so hours.
The vision was there, but it was spoiled by all the hassles he had gone through. First he had missed his morning train. Then his secretary had called in sick, the third time in the past two weeks. He couldn't get to his mail and he had to take further abuse from his boss.
Lunch was even worse, especially when he discovered that he had left his wallet and all of his money and credit cards back at the office.
And on top of everything else, the waiter had spilled a cup of coffee all over his trousers. There was no end to it, he thought, glancing out the window and wondering what was taking the conductor so long.
The ride back to Oakton usually took a little more than an hour. Already, he has been on the train for nearly ninety minutes. The car was crowded and passengers stood in the aisle, pressing down against him. The heat of their bodies, that and the late afternoon sun, all combined to make his head spin. He tried loosening his collar, cursing the railroad for not having installed air conditioning.
Janice'll probably be fuming, he thought to himself, picturing his wife waiting at the train station, angrily tapping her foot with growing impatience. And then she'll no doubt have the balls to accuse me of spoiling her dinner. Well, we'll just see about that.
A smile flashed across his face as he thought of her. They had been married nearly eight years, having known each other ever since his last years at college. And now, at the ripe old age of thirty, Andrew Carter couldn't have been more pleased or satisfied with his marriage.
Their relationship was everything he had hoped for and now, as he kept thinking of her, he could sense his rising excitement at the prospect of having her in his arms once again. It was as if they couldn't get enough of each other, and that had been going on for eight years. Eight years without stop.
Janice seemed to instinctively know exactly what her husband needed. And as for Andrew, his very presence made the young woman's body weak. They were addicted to each other, narcotized by their own mutual attraction.
And the more Andrew thought of the pleasures he would enjoy in the next few hours, the more excited he became. He closed his eyes once again, folding his newspaper on top of his lap. Sure enough, his cock was growing inside his trousers, arching up along his stomach, struggling for release.
It was always like this, this immediate physical and sexual reaction whenever he thought of his wife. He pictured her without her clothes on, how she would stand in front of him, waiting for him to touch her, to arouse her as no one else knew how.
And then she would twirl around so he could feast his eyes on the lush roundness of her buttocks, the two creamy-white globes quivering tantalizingly before his eyes. For more than any other part of her, Andrew loved her ass.
The very touch of it, the shape, the way it swayed when she moved, all combined to make him pant with desire. He hadn't realized how horny he was until he felt the throbbing pulsations of his imprisoned cock. It was tenting up the material of his trousers and he pushed the paper down, hiding his erection from his fellow commuters.
She'll get hers tonight, he said to himself, knowing how he would take his time, delighting in her fierce and insatiable passion. He thought too of how she would struggle as he swung her over his naked lap, her bare flesh rubbing up against his hairy crotch as he held her down and raised his hand.
And then the quick succession of stinging blows would follow, sharp slaps which would make her ass tingle and burn as she squirmed against his naked body, begging him to stop, to release her, to halt the strokes of pain.
But he knew himself better, as did Janice.
For that was what really excited him, what fired him up for the fierce and wild cock-strokes which would pin her down against the bed as he plunged forward and filled her body with his manliness, with his rigid dagger-like cock.
Oh, she'll beg for it tonight, he said to himself, opening his eyes when he realized the train was pulling into the station.
"It's about time," the man next to him mumbled, getting up from his seat.
Andrew followed suit, keeping his hand in front of his lap. His hard one hadn't abated and he knew Janice would be pleased to see how ready he was, how anxious he was to begin the evening's entertainments.
Sure enough, as soon as he stepped onto the platform he saw her waving from the parking lot. Quickly he strode towards the waiting car, glad that the work day was over, glad that he was home and with his wife.
"What happened?" she asked as soon as he opened the front door and slid in alongside of her.
"It would take too long to explain," he told her, leaning over to kiss her cheek.
Janice pulled the car out of the parking lot and Andrew leaned back, turning to look at her. Despite his fatigue, the very sight of her perked him up. Her thick curly blonde hair was pulled back away from her face and as she drove he could see how her breasts jiggled easily inside her sweater.
"So how was your day?" she asked, trying to lighten his mood. She glanced at him for a second and there was no missing the sudden intake of breath as her eyes caught sight of the rounded bulge inside his trousers.
"See how I think of you," he laughed, pressing one hand down against his crotch. He could feel how his cock was continuing to swell, to lengthen and harden as he kept looking at her.
Janice's skirt was hiked up around her thighs and Andrew kept his eyes there, knowing exactly what his wife was keeping out of sight.
"You're impossible, you know that," she grinned, realizing how he was literally gaping at her.
"Sure I am. I've been thinking of you all day. I just can't wait to get you home. I've been saving it up for hours, baby," he replied, leaning forward and placing one hand against her nearest thigh.
"I'm driving," she protested.
But her words fell on deaf ears. Andrew knew what he wanted and even as his wife kept her hands glued to the steering wheel, his own hands moved higher, pushing back her skirt in his impatience to touch her.
The supple smoothness of her flesh drove him wild and he pushed the skirt higher and looked down, feeling the crisp rustle of her pubic turf behind the front of her panties. He wanted to get inside them, to feel the moistness of her cunt and so he kept at it, refusing to stop.
Janice could barely control herself. She was glad they were almost home, for her husband's touch made her shiver as she felt him clawing at her undies, trying to get inside the tight elastic leggings.
She lifted her ass an inch or two off the seat and then Andrew had what he wanted. He pushed two fingers right inside and tried to thrust them between the puffy outer folds of her luscious young snatch.
"You're wet," he announced, realizing that she was getting just as aroused as he was. "I'm going to have to punish you when we get home, darling. You've been naughty, getting wet like this."
Janice said nothing. The ritual of their sexual games was one she always relished and she drove faster even as Andrew pushed his fingers forward, pistoning them right inside her pussy. A whimper of delight escaped her lips as one finger touched the pulpy knob of her clitoris, causing her to undulate her hips from side to side.
"Just you wait," Andrew promised in a hoarse whisper. "You're going to get a good spanking for this, Janice. I'm going to give you the back of my hand like you've never felt it before."
And saying this he rammed his fingers forward, imprisoning them between the tight clinging walls of her juicy hole. She nearly lost control of the car as she swung it into the driveway. The crunch of gravel beneath the wheels brought Andrew instantly to attention.
Quickly he pulled his fingers out and as soon as the car came to a halt he was opening the door and hurrying towards the house. "Get your ass in here!" he called back to her as he found his key and opened the front door.
She followed him inside and when he caught her hand and started dragging her towards the stairs, she knew better than to resist.
"I won't let you," she whimpered as he pulled her into the bedroom. "It isn't fair!"
"What isn't? You've been a bad girl and you have to be punished, Janice. You know the rules around here. I'm the master of this house and that includes you, my little pet."
"No, please, don't," she begged him as he grabbed her roughly and pushed her down on the bed.
Not even bothering to take off his clothes, Andrew lunged forward and grabbed hold of the hem of his wife's skirt. Her cries of protest meant nothing to him as he tugged the mini skirt down and she lay back on the bed, shivering with fear.
"Don't you ever try to disobey me," he yelled as he pulled the skirt all the way off and tossed it onto the floor. He looked down at her as she tried to pull away from him. Her face was flushed and there was genuine fear in her eyes.
"Please. I'm sorry, Andy," she moaned, knowing that the game had turned serious, that her husband was intent upon making her submit to his will.
"Get over here, bitch!" he snarled, sitting down at the edge of the bed. "Get over my lap or else you'll really be sorry."
Meek and submissive, Janice crawled to him. She straddled his lap, her ass already tingling in anticipation of what she knew he was going to do to her. Her head hung over the side as she pressed her crotch against his lap and waited, too afraid to say another word.
Without so much as a moment's pause, Andrew lifted his hand above his head and slammed it down against his wife's ass. Janice screamed out as she felt her husband's palm and five fingers searing her flesh, burning the delicate soft skin of her buttocks.
She cringed and moaned loudly, but Andrew only laughed, relishing her total helplessness. Against his lap he could feel the damp warmth of her pussy. But he was more interested in her ass, the two full rounded globes quivering in shock as he raised his hand once again and brought it down with incredible agonizing force.
Janice's yelp of pain filled his ears. "You need this," he kept repeating, lashing out at her again and again. Through the tightly stretched cloth of her nylon panties he could see how red and abused the skin of her ass had become. Her choked moans of pain only spurred him on and refusing to stop, he let loose with a veritable volley of ass-stinging blows.
Again and again his powerful meaty hand descended, striking her quivering pale flesh with resounding smacks. As for Janice, she could hardly see straight. The pain was incredible. Her flesh was burning, fierce throbbing jolts of pain coursed through her body as she wiggled helplessly on top of her husband's lap.
"You must learn who's the master around here," he kept repeating, breathing hard as he worked himself up into a paroxysm of excitement.
"Please. No more. I can't take the pain," she cried out.
But it was all to no avail.
Despite herself, despite the pain which seemed to blot out all sense of reality, Janice was fast becoming aware of an acute kind of pleasure. The pain and delight were somehow merging, joining together as she thrashed her arms and legs and tried to escape her husband's brutal blows.
Andrew seemed to sense this as well. No longer content with merely slapping her ass, he was determined to inflict more pain than Janice knew she was getting herself into. Accordingly, with a fierce angry tug he ripped off her tight little bikini panties, leaving her ass totally bare, absolutely defenseless.
Suddenly, Janice stopped moving. She looked back over her shoulder and saw how Andy's mouth hung open. A small trickle of drool sluiced down the corner of his mouth as he stared with wide-open eyes, gazing at her naked reddened ass with insatiable lust and desire.
The two twin moons of her ass were shivering in expectation. He saw how the skin was inflamed, reddened with the myriad hand-prints he had left on her buns. His palm was stinging and he stopped for the moment, feeling how his massive unreleased cock was pushing up against the fly of his trousers.
Janice held her tongue and wiggled as if she was intoxicated. She pushed her damp hairy crotch up against her husband's lap, feeling the throbbing stiffness of his enormously thick hot penis. She wanted it then, wanted to feel it tearing into her. But she knew that she could say nothing, that Andrew would take her in his own good time.
"You deserve this," he whispered, still feasting his impassioned gaze on those two delectable creamy-white orbs. Her buns hypnotized him and he felt his cock throbbing with lust as he raised his hand once again and prepared to finish the task at hand.
Janice flinched. She held her breath and it happened. A gasp of terror tore through her lungs as the first sharp sound of Andrew's hand reverberated in the room. She squirmed from one side to the next, but she could not stop him as his hand descended with lightning-like speed.
Each fresh blow left a flaming red welt against her tender young flesh. Andrew groaned hoarsely, spanking his wife's posteriors with rising delight. He felt how Janice's flesh was actually glowing and her ass cheeks clenched and unclenched, spasmodic muscle contractions which enabled him to look down into her anal furrow.
Each time her buttocks opened up he could see the pale blonde wisps of hair which lined her cleft. And when she wiggled in agonizing terror, his eyes sought out the pale rosette of puckers and creases which marked her tight little anus.
That was what he wanted, what he needed to feel most of all. "Does it hurt, my darling?" he asked in a sarcastic voice, his hand never stopping as the welts crisscrossed her burning flesh and tears of pain and torture slid down her cheeks.
"I'll be good. I promise," Janice whimpered, pushing against her husband's lap as he kept at it, not content until he was completely out of breath.
Only then did he drop his hand and stop. Janice was shaking violently, reduced to mute gurgled whimpers of fear. Her buttocks were numb, the burning so intense that she could barely move. But beneath the matrix of feelings she could sense her own physical and erotic needs.
So she did not slide off his lap. Instead, she remained with her head hanging over the side, slowly pushing, pumping her hips down against his crotch.
Andrew leaned back, bracing himself on the palms of his hands. He looked down and kept staring at Janice's lush rounded ass as he felt her wiggling with growing need, shoving her damp burning cunt down against his lap.
"What do you want, my darling?" he asked, knowing how he had her at his mercy, how she would do anything to please him.
"I need it," Janice moaned, finally sliding off his lap and crawling to the floor. She swiveled around and rested on the back of her legs, trying not to think of the searing pain which still made her buns sting with the memory of how her husband had spanked her, ruthlessly, brutally as was his way.
"Show me how you want to please me, Janice," Andrew whispered, gruff and determined to enjoy himself to the full. Without even waiting for her, he pulled off his coat and tie and began to unbutton his shirt.
Glancing down, he stared at his wife's pussy, the two slim outer lips already puffy, filled up with blood. The ringlets of blonde pubic fur were glistening, damp with her sap.
"Take off your sweater," he told her and Janice lifted her arms and pulled it up over her head.
She flung it down on the floor, kneeling before her husband, her master. Totally naked, her skin glowed with her lusty ardor. The two cherry-red nipples which capped each swaying breast were hot and firm and reaching out, Andrew tweaked them with his fingers, delighting in his wife's immediate reaction.
With a sharp intake of breath she screamed out and tore at his pants, unbuckling his belt and tugging his zipper down with incredible impatience. Andrew leaned back on the bed, spreading his thick, muscular thighs apart.
He pulled off his shirt and Janice looked up, eyes staring at the hard planes of her husband's burly hairy chest. The muscles stood out in sharp relief, his belly hard and lean as she pulled his trousers down and he lifted his ass so that she could yank them all the way off.
They fell around his ankles and she pulled off his shoes and let the trousers drop to the floor. Then, her hands came up, moving against the firm hairy flesh of his thickset thighs. She could see how his pole was arching up along his belly, still hidden inside his undershorts.
"You want it badly, don't you?" he asked with a cruel, almost sadistic grin. "Tell me how badly, Janice. Tell me exactly."
Andrew knew how she was in his power, how her body was burning with desire, how she needed to feel his cock thrusting into her, filling her as no man had ever filled her before. Her lips were dry and the tip of her tongue thrust out as her eyes opened wide and her hands came up to the elastic waistband of his jockey shorts.
But even before she could tug them down and see what she so longed to feel and touch, Andrew lunged forward and grabbed her around the shoulders. He pulled her up on the bed and threw her over on her back as he got up behind her, gazing down at the reddened twin moons of her lush rounded ass.
"What, what are you going to do to me?" she asked, looking back at him and seeing how his cock was actually moving, wiggling and swaying from side to side inside his underpants.
But Andrew couldn't even hear her.
He held her down on the bed and looked at her ass, unable to get enough of it. The glowing crimson flesh made him pant with longing and fumbling at his shorts, he wrenched them down in one swift and hungry motion.
Janice took only one look and knew what was going to happen. The massive column of meat rose up before her eyes, sapped by a rounded plum-shaped cock-head. The veins along the shaft were braided and hanging below were Andy's crisply furred nuts, heavy and pendulous.
But before anything else, before she could even reach out and touch it, Andrew Carter slid down along the bed. He stretched out behind his wife, his hands coming up to pull her legs apart. Janice tensed and then he was on her and her moan of excitement rang out into the air.
Lowering his head, Andrew pushed his mouth forward, aiming his tongue between the glowing scarlet and welted cheeks of her ass. His fingers pulled the tender ripe globes apart and he dug down, his tongue thrusting forward as he began to lick and suck on her anus.
At the first touch, the first electric swipe of his tongue, Janice shivered convulsively. She felt her husband digging into her buns, pushing the tip of his raspy-edged tongue down against the tight swirl of creases which encircled her anus.
Again and again he pushed forward, inhaling the musky gamy scent of her ass as he licked and sucked on her buns, working his tongue right inside. Her anus opened up like a flower, budding before his very eyes.
And then he tasted the tight dry walls of her rectum as he slurped hungrily, lubricating her ass, preparing her for the act which was soon to occur.
"Lick me! Rim me, harder, harder my darling!" she screamed out, unable to stop herself as her excitement mounted. The memory of pain, the torturous spanking he had inflicted upon her, were all fading, reduced to nothingness in the wake of such exquisite pleasure.
He was chewing on the pale coarse hairs, licking her narrow cleft and kneading the flesh of her ass. The vision spun before his eyes. The heat of her glowing posteriors made his body shiver with need as he finally pulled back, rearing up before her.
Then, pushing her knees forward, Andrew took hold of his enormous red-tipped cock. Aiming it between the ripe wiggling cheeks of his wife's ass, he thrust forward, sucking in his breath.
Janice tensed and then she felt him. She felt him pushing forward, grinding his meaty phallus against her anus, shoving down until her sphincter muscles relaxed and with a loud squishing sound he began to enter her, to pierce her to the very quick.
A strangled scream broke between her lips as Andy kept at it, not content until he had horsed himself completely. He watched the slow progress of his pecker as he drilled it into her ass, shoving forward with his weight centered at his hips.
Already, the head disappeared and when he looked down, he could see how the tight little rosebud of her anus was grotesquely distended, filled to the bursting point.
But Janice, despite the overlarge dimensions of her husband's thick virile penis, no longer felt any pain. Her body was flooded with the blissful sensation of pleasure. Slowly, inch by thick inch, Andrew shoved forward, pistoning his cock deeper and deeper into her tight yielding hole.
He hung onto her, moving forward as the walls of her rectum gripped his shaft with a glove-like tenacity. And then, with a sudden frenzied lunge forward, he threw himself down on top of her and shoved the entire hot length of his pole right inside.
Janice screamed out then as she felt him filling her, blocking her completely. Andrew was moaning, shaking from side to side as he began to batter into her, pushing back and forth, grinding his crotch up against her bruised and wounded buttocks.
"More," he heard her whisper as his hands came around and he plunged one stiffened finger right between the lips of her snatch. He gripped her clit and began to thrust back and forth, fucking her with rhythmic insistence, savoring the tight dryness of her backside.
"You needed this," he kept telling her as she wiggled her buns against his groin, meeting his strokes halfway. The two of them clung to each other, refusing to stop, refusing to come until they had succeeded in draining each other of their fiery passion.
"Move those fucking buns!" Andrew called out, holding her tightly as he kept hammering down, churning her insides.
Janice responded in kind. She began to work her sphincter muscles, clenching and unclenching them as if to milk his cock, to hold him down inside of her. And every time she squeezed her muscles his finger thrust into her gaping dripping hole, making her body tingle as she felt her orgasm getting near, closer with each fresh pistoning insertion of his cock.
Clinging to her, Andrew refused to stop. His body rocked back and forth as he plunged into her tight little ass and pushed his hairy chest down against her back. He was drooling, breathing hotly as he felt a fresh rush of cunt juice splashing over his finger, moistening his hand as he kept at it, knowing that any second his come would start pouring out, filling her ass as never before.
But despite her reluctance to come until she had felt the first steaming wads of Andrew's cream, Janice couldn't hold back any longer. She groaned hotly as she pushed up against him, feeling the way his balls whacked against the backs of her legs. Her entire body seemed to be on fire, glowing with need. And then her orgasm hit her like a blow to the head.
She hardly was aware of what was happening as the rushes of pleasure spiraled and roared up around her. "Yes, more. Oh shit, do it, do it!" she whimpered as she began to come, unable to control herself.
Reacting to his wife's impassioned climax, Andrew drilled into her with short stabbing strokes. Dog-like, he jabbed down into the depths of her well-filled bowels, feeling his nuts tingling as they beat out a loud tattoo against her legs.
Janice was still screaming when he too went over the edge. Clawing at her pussy with his outstretched finger, tweaking her pulpy little clitoral button, he gripped her tightly and then it happened.
It was as if she was actually squeezing his cock as the first thick creamy-white gobs of semen poured into her. Convulsing wildly, jerking about like a marionette whose strings have been cut, Andrew Carter could hardly see straight as his orgasm consumed him.
"Yes, now, now," he moaned. "So fucking tight. What a fucking beautiful little ass!"
His bull-like roar of lust shattered the air as he clawed at her pussy and shot wads of thick white come deep into her ass. Janice felt his cream pouring into her, soothing some of the burning sensations as she fell back on the bed and Andrew lay on top of her.
He was still coming, one fierce ejaculation following another, unable to control himself as she moved with him, drawing out his pleasures as long as possible. But at last she had drained him dry and lying on top of her, Andrew could barely move.
His breath was warm against her neck as he pushed her down against the mattress, gasping for breath. Then, slowly, his cock began to lose its erection. He refused to pull it out until it was completely limp.
But finally, of its own accord, his meaty dick slipped out with a soft plopping sound and he rolled over onto his side, his chest rising and falling, his body soaked with sweat. Janice turned to look at him, gazing down at the sight of his limp sausage-like cock, lying across one burly thigh, much smaller now that he had lost his hard on.
The memory of what he had done to her, the pleasure he had given her and how he had spanked her into meek and docile submission, all combined to make her shudder. She knew that she wanted more and when the doorbell rang downstairs she lay back on the bed, hardly aware that someone was at the front door.
CHAPTER TWO
"Shit, who the fuck can that be?" Andrew groaned, annoyed that his reveries had been disturbed. "Don't answer it," he told his wife, unwilling to get out of bed.
But Janice was already on her feet. "I forgot," she told him, hurriedly pulling on a dressing gown.
"Forgot what?" he asked.
"I invited the Hastings for dinner. I knew I forgot to tell you," and saying this she hurried from the room as the doorbell kept ringing.
Groggy, Andrew swung his feet off the bed. He hadn't wanted to stop, but now he knew that he would just have to wait. Warren and Pam Hastings were their oldest friends and so when he heard Janice opening the front door, he slipped into the bathroom and took a quick shower, confident that she would make their friends feel at home while he was upstairs getting ready.
Meanwhile, Janice was doing her best as she ushered them into the living room. "I hope we didn't disturb anything," Warren said with a good-natured grin. He looked at Janice intently, mentally undressing her in his mind.
"No, not at all. Andy's upstairs getting dressed," she said, moving to the bar to fix them a drink.
Warren and Pam sat down on the couch, watching her as she moved about the living room, trying to make them comfortable. "I guess I forgot," she had to admit. "Not the dinner, I mean. That's all ready. I just thought you were going to get here at eight, not seven."
"Well don't hassle yourself about it," Pam assured her, running her fingers through her thick chestnut colored hair. "We don't stand on ceremony, not after we've known each other for this long." She accepted her drink with a gracious smile and leaned back against the couch, wondering what had happened upstairs before they had arrived.
As if she was reading her mind, Janice answered with a ready smile. "You know Andy. As soon as he gets home from work it's like letting the tiger out of the cage."
"You're telling me," Pam said. "Warren's just as bad. You'd think they were torturing him at the office, the way he carries on when he gets back home."
"She's exaggerating," Warren spoke up, sipping his drink and still staring at Janice Carter. He just couldn't keep his eyes off of her and he wondered what she was thinking as she glanced back at him and winked conspiratorially.
Just then, Warren heard the sound of footsteps descending the stairs. He looked up and smiled, getting to his feet as Andrew entered the room. "Sorry about this," Andy murmured, shaking hands with his best friend. "Couldn't be helped."
"No apologies. Everything's cool," Warren replied.
But all through dinner, Andrew noticed how his friend was strangely silent. Janice kept pouring the wine and each time their glasses were refilled, the two couples downed them just as quickly.
It was no wonder that they were becoming high, slightly tipsy and drunk by the time dessert and coffee was brought to the table. Andrew, more perceptive than he even gave himself credit for, had an inkling of what was going through Warren Hastings' mind.
The way the man kept staring at Janice said more than words. He couldn't keep his eyes away from her and as far as Andrew was concerned, that was just fine with him. For he too was having trouble avoiding Pam. Her dark hair and pert good looks excited him and he wondered why, in the five years they had all been friends, nothing of a sensual or erotic nature had happened between them.
He had heard enough stories of couples swapping and group orgies to wonder if Warren was now thinking just 'he same thing. He sensed the growing tension in the air, realized how Pam was now openly inviting his glance, but said nothing.
Andrew decided to wait it out, but the more he sat there, the more aroused he began to feel. When Pam got up to help his wife, he couldn't help but notice how nicely rounded and firm her ass seemed to be as she moved across the dining room.
He had had few other women since his marriage, but now-perhaps with the help of the alcohol-he sensed how pleasurable it might be to try someone else for a change. Had he known that Warren was thinking the exact same thing, he probably would have sprung to his feet and started in right away.
But he still wasn't sure and rather than offend his friends, he remained silent, curious to see what was going to happen. Fortunately, he didn't have to wait very long.
Warren had become drunker than he had even realized. He excused himself and got up from the table, heading straight towards the kitchen and leaving Pam and Andy alone in the dining room.
Janice was by the sink when Warren Hastings came into the kitchen. He moved towards her, staggering slightly and when he grabbed her around the waist and pressed his lips up against her mouth, it never occurred to her to resist.
The wine had made her giddy and the feel of Warren's hands pressing her tightly against him gave her all the encouragement she needed. She realized that Andy was probably just as anxious to make it with Pam and thinking this to herself gave her all the rationalizations she needed.
"You shouldn't," she whispered to Warren as he hovered above her, licking her neck and sliding lower.
But Warren wasn't listening.
He couldn't stop himself now that he had started. He was a tall powerfully built man, a former college quarterback and now he held Janice in his rigid embrace as he kept licking and sucking on her neck, breathing hotly as he rubbed his crotch against the front of her skirt.
"I'm so fucking hot for you, baby," he whispered, slurring his words as he pushed his head between her breasts, nuzzling them through her blouse.
Janice was unable to resist.
The man's warm breath against her tits, that and the way he kneaded her flesh, all combined to make her dizzy with growing excitement. So she didn't move as Warren kept at it, getting increasingly worked up, barely able to control himself now that he had broken the ice and made the first move.
Outside, Andrew suddenly sensed what was happening. A plan flashed through his mind and he got to his feet. "Where're you going?" Pam asked, sitting across from him.
Without a word he grabbed her hand and pulled her up from her seat. Then, leading her to the kitchen, he pushed open the swinging door and looked inside. There, leaning against the counter, was Janice.
Warren was now down on his knees, lifting up her skirt as he tried to drill his tongue into her damp slippery crotch.
"You fucking cheater!" Andrew roared.
Warren looked up and moved back, stammering for words, trying to explain. As for Janice, she had never seen her husband filled with such rage as she cowered before him, not knowing what to do.
"It isn't your fault, ole buddy," Andrew said to Warren. And when his friend looked up, he winked, signaling him to keep his cool and watch what was going to happen next.
Janice missed their mute communicative glance. Fearful of her husband, she tried to pull away, but Andrew was far too strong for her. "I'm gonna punish you for this, baby," Andy yelled, grabbing hold of her hand.
"No, please, you don't understand," Janice whimpered as he dragged her from the kitchen.
As for Pam, she could hardly believe her eyes. She moved into the living room as Andrew Carter pulled his wife along with him. "I'm gonna have to teach you how to behave in front of friends," the man continued, moving to the couch.
Warren's eyes were wide open as he watched Andrew throw Janice down on the couch. Then, without another word, the burly and sexually insatiable man went into action. Pushing Janice up against the couch, he pulled up her skirt and exposed her trembling buttocks. With a savage roar he lashed out at her, bringing his hand down with tremendous force.
The impact of his first slap made Janice tremble violently. "A woman who cheats has to be spanked and taught how to behave," Andrew continued, raising his hand above his head once again. He went at it in a frenzy, slapping his wife's glowing posteriors with swift stinging strokes.
Warren was literally mesmerized. He could hardly move as he saw the spectacle before his eyes. Andrew was beating his wife's bottom with obvious glee and Janice was crying as she felt her husband's hand lashing out again and again, making her ass sting with each fresh blow.
Turning his head to the side, Andy motioned for Warren to join him. He wanted to see what would happen if another man spanked Janice the way he was doing at the moment. The idea was strangely exciting, as if she would be even more victimized, reduced to tears by another firm and masculine hand.
"Get on his lap," Andy ordered his wife as Warren sat down on the couch. He couldn't conceal his delight as Janice moved towards him, knowing better than to disobey her husband. Mute and docile, she stretched out against Warren Hastings' lap and waited for what she knew was an inevitability.
"You can't be serious, can you?" Pam asked, not believing her eyes.
"You shut up, cunt!" Warren yelled at his wife. He had never done this before but now he instinctively knew that it was going to be to his liking. Quickly, he raised his hand and began to, slap Janice's lush rounded buns.
The first blow landed right between her cheeks and she wiggled against him, feeling the way her buttocks were beginning to heat up, to burn with fiery stinging pain. "Harder!" Andy called out, unable to conceal his excitement.
Almost unconsciously, one hand moved down to his crotch. He felt the way his cock was getting hard, long and bloated as he saw Janice struggling to get free. But Warren seemed to warm up to the task almost immediately.
He held her firmly in his embrace as he kept slapping her bottom, his hand nearly drawing blood as he felt her flesh beginning to glow. Each time he slapped her she would cry out, begging him to stop. But her pleas fell on deaf ears. He was enjoying himself, loving the way the woman was wiggling up against his crotch, exciting him as never before.
Pam Hastings watched the little scene with wide-open and unbelieving eyes. "You can't do this!" she yelled to her husband, moving towards him and trying to get him to stop spanking her friend.
"Who says?" Warren laughed. "Just watch out, lady, or you'll get yours, too."
Andrew smiled to himself. It was all going according to plan, absolutely perfect.
"Let her alone!" Pam cried out once again. She tried to pull Janice away from her husband, but Andrew was there before she even knew what was happening.
"You teach the little bitch," Warren laughed, still lashing out with his outstretched hand. The warmth of Janice's ass made him groan and the more he spanked her, the more aroused he became.
Andrew was more than willing to show Pam Hastings that he meant business. Before she even knew what was happening, he grabbed her by the waist and pulled her against him. "Let me go!" Pam cried out. But it was too late.
Andrew had what he wanted and what he wanted was Pamela's ass, plain and simple. He dragged her over to an arm chair, sat down and pulled her on top of him. And even as she beat her fists against his chest, his hand was striking out, landing against her bottom.
"You're a naughty girl to talk to your husband like that," he said with a sadistic little grin, pulling her skirt up to expose the rounded contours of her pert little bottom. And then he went at it in earnest, even as she struggled to get away from him.
His hands struck out, landing with a resounding smack as he stung her cheeks and tears of rage and indignation coursed down her cheeks. "Let me go! Stop it, stop it this instant!" she cried out.
But Andrew wasn't listening.
He had never done this to anyone but his wife and seeing that Warren was still at it, administering a good sound spanking to Janice, he didn't need to be told what to do next. Ignoring her protests, his hand rose and fell, methodical in its intensity.
Not content until he could see her ass in the flesh, Andy held Pam around the waist and pulled down her panties. They dangled obscenely around her ankles and his face lit up as he stared at her naked bottom, already showing vivid scarlet patches where his hand had made contact.
"Please. Stop it, now, now!" she called out, twisting from side to side so that he could feel the crisp hairs surrounding her pussy rubbing up against his crotch.
Glancing up, Andy saw how Warren had not yet stopped. Janice's bottom was a dark burning red and she was moaning feebly as Warren kept at it, his hand raising and falling again and again. The sight inflamed him even more and not wasting any time, Andy turned back to Pam.
He struck out, felt the way her soft resilient ass-flesh met his fingers as he slammed them against her bottom, leaving the imprint of his hand against her skin. She was crying out from the pain, but her tears only spurred him on as she danced and wiggled against him, her ass contracting, undulating before his eyes.
And the more she wiggled, the more she tried to escape him, the more excited he became. He couldn't stop himself as he heard the rhythmic tattoo of his hand against her naked flesh, stinging and burning her buns while she kicked her feet out and tried to pull away from him.
"It won't help," he grinned, slapping first the left cheek and then the right. They were both glowing, scarlet from the punishment he was giving her.
When she pushed back they opened up to reveal the thinly haired valley between them. Andy caught sight of the woman's luscious little bottom hole and he was determined to have it before the evening was over.
As for Pam, she could no longer talk.
Never before had she felt such pain and humiliation. Andy had degraded her in a way she had never thought possible, but the harder she tried to move away from him, the more angry he became.
His hand was like a pendulum, swinging up and down as he hit her buns and nearly drew blood, the skin was so bruised and reddened. And each time he lashed out at her, striking her with all of his might, her violent movements only aroused him even more.
Across the room, Warren had finally stopped administering the punishment. Janice still lay across his lap, her head hanging down, her cheeks coated with tears. She could barely move, her pain was so intense.
But Warren was far from finished. He admired his handiwork, gazing down at the sight of the woman's tortured and burning-red buttocks. She had learned her lesson all right and knowing this, he was determined to finish the job.
He heard his wife crying out, heard the sound of Andrew's hand as it-came down on Pam's ass and pulled Janice to her feet. Then, not even saying a word, he began to rip off her clothes, anxious to get started.
Janice watched him, her eyes lingering on the thick rounded projection she could see in Warren's trousers. She had felt his cock against her crotch when she lay across his lap, but now she was too exhausted to even reach out and touch it.
The spanking he had given her had fired up her passions and her cunt was wet and slippery when he pulled down her panties and gazed at her lush naked body. "You're gonna love this," he promised, quickly undressing, unable to stop himself.
He pushed her down on the floor and she lay on her back, looking up at him, secretly knowing that she wanted this, that she wanted to feel Warren Hastings inside of her. His hands fumbled with his shorts and then he was as naked as her, his long thick tool bobbing back and forth before her eyes.
It was not as big as her husband's, but she knew that it was more than sufficient. Warren laughed obscenely as he fingered his meat and knelt down between Janice's lush supple white thighs.
He kept looking at the golden triangle of damp cunt fur and without saying a word, pushed forward, aiming the blood-engorged head of his meat right between her thighs. She tensed, bit down on her lower lip and felt the way the head of the man's cock pushed open the flaps of skin.
"You needed this, all right," he said again, lunging forward as she screamed out. She felt more than half of his cock spearing into her with one single agonizing stroke. He drilled deeper, panting hotly as he thrust forward and felt the tight wet walls of her twat closing in around his throbbing hard-on.
Roughly, his hands came down and around, seizing her bruised and burning ass as he kneaded the flesh as if it were clay. Janice screamed out, feeling the way he was moving inside of her, banging against one wall of her cunt and then the other.
Her eyes were closed, her body glowing as he began to thrust back and forth, drooling over her tits as he kept at it, unable to stop. Andrew saw what was happening and suddenly stopped spanking Pam.
The woman fell against his chest, still crying uncontrollably, her ass a network of angry red welts, livid and hot to the touch. But Andrew could not stop looking at Warren and Janice. For there, on the living room floor, he saw how his best friend was fucking his wife, hammering into her gaping twat with short angry forward thrusts.
The man's hairy ass quivered, the cheeks clenching and unclenching as he kept at it, his balls whacking angrily between his meaty thighs as he filled Janice and drilled her down against the floor.
Mesmerized by the sight, Andrew reacted as if in a daze. He pushed Pam off of his lap, unzipped his pants and tugged them down to his ankles. "Get up here," he told her. She was quiet by this time, watching how her husband was thrusting in and out of Janice Carter's pussy, plunging down and groaning hotly as the two of them writhed about on the floor.
So when Andy told her to come to him, she no longer resisted. She suspected that he was even more of a stud than her powerfully built husband and so without a word she moved towards him just as he pulled his undershorts down off of his hips.
At the sight of his huge throbbing penis she groaned with delight, knowing that she was finally going to enjoy herself after the torture he had subjected her to.
"Get your ass over here," Andy said again, pulling the woman onto his lap. Her skirt was off by this time and her dark-haired snatch seemed to lure him on, to beckon to him as she straddled his hairy thighs and waited for what she realized was an inevitability.
Pulling the woman's slim supple thighs apart; Andrew took hold of his flaming hard-on and pushed it towards the promise of fulfillment. The lips of Pam Hastings' snatch were already dilated and he could see the coral hued inside of her pussy as he aimed his massive weapon right into place.
"Sit on it!" he demanded as she raised her ass, totally submissive. The two of them watched as she slowly began to lower herself down on top of his bristling erection.
Andy was still holding onto his cock, guiding it forward as Pam pushed her hips down, trying to impale herself on his meat. As soon as she felt the head of his dick pressing and frictioning against her clit, she lost all sense of restraint.
With a wild cry of pure and unadulterated lust she corkscrewed her hips down on top of his pecker, pushing forward as more and more of his enormous tool drilled itself into the depths of her twat.
"Harder!" he ordered, pushing his hips up to meet her as she kept lowering herself down on top of his cock. They both watched as the huge fleshy phallus disappeared between the dark-haired outer lips of her hole, filling her as she groaned and raked her nails across his chest.
"Yes, more, give it to me," the woman cried out, realizing that this was what she had always wanted, that the spanking Andrew had given her had only been a foretaste of things to come. And when he reached around and grabbed hold of her ass, she ground her hips all the way down, completely obscuring his cock.
He was all the way inside of her as she rode his pole, their crotches a dense hairy tangle as he pulled her against his chest and began to slap her ass once again. But this time she really wanted it and as his hand descended again and again, she jerked back and forth, frictioning against his crotch.
He was pushing forward, thrusting into her pussy as he felt the contractions of her round wiggling buttocks. His hands moved against her ass cheeks and the feel of her warm lush flesh fired him up as she kept rotating her hips against his pole.
"Move, keep moving!" he roared, pushing up and shoving into her pussy as he heard Janice and Warren reaching their climaxes. Glancing over Pam's shoulder, even as his hands slapped her wiggling little buns, he watched as his best friend suddenly stiffened, his body convulsing as he began to come.
He gripped Janice in a frenzy of excitement, holding her fast as he poured a thick gushing load of semen into her well-filled hole. Janice was groaning loudly, coming almost simultaneously as she felt Warren Hastings shooting his load, his gism flooding her cunt as her own thick oily sap coursed down the walls of her vagina.
It seemed to her that it was all happening too fast, too quickly and she lay on the floor as he kept shooting wads of steaming come into her juicy tight little hole. He never let go of her ass, gripping the wounded flesh with his fingers, clawing at her as he kept moaning, unable to stop himself.
Watching them made Andy even more excited. Still slapping Pam's ass, he now concentrated on coming, shoving forward against her tight gripping cunt as she moved down, pushing up against his groin.
She clung to him, whimpering loudly, loving the way it felt as his enormous penis surged in and out of her pussy. That and the way his large meaty hand slapped resoundingly against her shivering ass cheeks all combined to make her weak with passion, so close to her climax that she felt as if she was going to explode.
But it was Warren, strangely enough, who helped bring his wife to the peak of pleasure and release. Easing his cock out of Janice's pussy, he glanced up and saw how his wife was riding Andrew's cock, her little ass wiggling delightfully, luring him on as he slowly got to his feet.
He decided right then and there to prove something to her and he moved towards them, still staring intently at the sight of Pam's reddened and plump little globes. Andrew saw his friend coming, Warren's pecker lolling between his thighs, dripping after-come onto the carpet.
He wondered what the man was after, but he didn't have to wait much longer for an explanation. For as soon as he got to them, Warren dropped down to his knees, moving his face up against Pam's buttocks.
She looked back and knew what he wanted. Stretching out on top of Andrew, even as he kept pushing upwards, his cock moving as if it had a life of its own, she turned her head back just as her husband pulled apart the ripe red cheeks of her ass.
"Thata way!" Andy called out, curious to see what would happen as Warren lowered his head, intoxicated by the sight of his wife's raw and wounded ass flesh.
His tongue thrust out from between his lips and clawing at her ass he bent down and began to lick her anal furrow, tonguing it hotly even as he felt the way Andrew's cock was moving on the other side, sliding in and out of Pam's hole.
Perhaps it was the close proximity of the two, but whatever it was, Warren was no longer able to stop. He began to rim her out with a passion as she squealed and bucked from side to side, shoving down against Andy Carter and pushing back and letting her husband take his pleasure.
The tip of Warren's tongue found her pale pink bottom-hole and he pushed down, sliding into her tight dry rectum as she worked her sphincter muscles around his tongue. Even Andy could feel the pressure on the other side of the thin septum which separated Pam's pussy from her anus.
It excited him strangely and he knew he was going to come any second. So he held her more tightly, even as Warren slobbered over the woman's ass, licking and rimming her out as she moved against him.
Janice looked up, amazed at what was happening. But she was too tired to move and lay back on the floor, watching as Warren knelt before his wife's buttocks and Pam kept impaling herself on Andy's penis.
Any second they would all explode, but Pam was the first to go. It was too much for her, the sensations she felt as both Warren and Andrew worked on her body, making her shudder until her orgasm descended, abrupt and fiery in its intensity.
She began to convulse, shivering violently as Andrew stiffened as well, knowing that the moment had finally arrived. With a savage groan of incredible delight, he pushed forward, clung to her and began to cream.
The hot spurts of come which flooded her hole made her dizzy, that and the way her husband kept licking her anus all worked together until she thought her body would explode.
As for Warren, he could feel the fierce ejaculations of his friend's penis and he kept slurping up Pam's hole, tonguing it to a most incredible degree. She was still coming even when Andy had drained himself dry, pushing herself down on top of his enormous rigid tool as if she just couldn't get enough of it.
Letting go, Andrew slumped back in the chair, totally drained of energy. But the group sex scene had aroused Warren Hastings to a degree he had never before thought possible. Already his cock was half-hard, filling up with blood as Pam finally eased herself off of Andy's lap and slipped down to the floor.
She was gasping for breath when she felt her husband's mouth moving between her legs. The idea seemed unbelievable, but when she glanced down and saw how he was licking her cunt, sucking down Andy's come, she could hardly believe her eyes.
Andrew too was surprised, but no one more than Warren himself. The thick pungent spunk made his nostrils flare and a strange thing was happening to him as he drilled his tongue in and out of his wife's come-filled hole, licking and tasting his best friend's gism.
Stranger still, was Janice Carter's sudden behavior. She watched as Warren knelt between his wife's legs, his firm masculine rump rearing up before her eyes. That'll teach him a lesson, she thought to herself, drunk and actually intoxicated by the idea of what she wanted to do to him.
Slowly, she crawled towards him, not even bothering to get to her feet. Her husband watched her, not saying a word. Her eyes kept staring at the hairy contours of Warren's ass until she was finally within striking distance.
And then she did what she had always and to do to her husband, what Andrew would never in a million years have allowed her to perform. It was, she decided to herself, the perfect way to end the evening's entertainments. Accordingly, she aimed and raised her hand above her head.
Then, with a sudden intake of breath she slammed her hand down against the round muscular globes of Warren Hastings' bottom. The sharp stinging sound made her laugh maniacally as she began to administer a spanking that the man would never forget!
CHAPTER THREE
At the first contact of her hand against Warren's firm muscular rump, the man immediately stopped what he was doing. He gave a yelp of pain and turned his head to the side to see what was happening. But Janice, inflamed by what she was doing-something she had never dared attempt before in all the years of her marriage -refused to stop or be intimidated.
Once again she raised her hand above her head and brought it down with a resounding thud, her fingers making an angry livid red patch on the surface of Warren Hastings' backside. "Boys can get just as naughty as girls," she barked, her voice pitched high, crazed with excitement. "Sucking up my husband's come-you should be ashamed of yourself, Warren. It's disgusting!" and saying this she let loose a veritable volley of strokes.
Her hand descended again and again, spanking him brutally, savoring the way her palm tingled at each contact. His ass bucked and heaved as he tried to get out of her way, but Janice stood over him, impervious and defiant.
As for Andrew, he could hardly believe his eyes. His wife had never dared take such liberties where he was concerned. Now, he sat on the chair, his limp dick hanging between his thighs, speechless and utterly amazed at Janice's strange behavior.
Oddly enough, Warren did not stop her.
Her shrill voice, the way her hand made his ass burn and sting each time she spanked him, brought tears to his eyes. But it also seemed to release something inside of him, some part of his psyche of libido which relished the punishment the voluptuous young woman was inflicting upon him.
Rather than pull away or grab her and force her over his lap to return the "favor," he turned his head back, diving down between his wife's slim supple thighs. And once again his tongue began to course in and out, licking and slobbering inside her succulent hot pussy, tonguing her to a most delicious degree.
Seeing how she was in control made Janice work with a vengeance. She knelt down and her hand smacked against the man's hard muscular backside with the force of ten women, not one.
She kept staring, her eyes opened wide, watching as the hairy globes began to turn red. She could see the imprint of her fingers against his buttocks and she couldn't stop herself.
"You deserve this!" she barked, "Spanking me for no reason!"
And each time her hand descended with an angry downward motion, Warren would whimper and push his buns forward, actually encouraging her as his skin was stimulated beyond his wildest dreams.
For despite the incredible burning pain that Janice was giving him, his cock was rearing up between his burly thighs, hard and throbbing, pulsating with desire. The spanking was stimulating his sexual appetites and he realized that any minute he would throw Pam down and shove his meat right inside her hot wet little pussy.
But he waited, still encouraging Janice to continue, loving the way the pain kept building up as she delivered one sound smack after another. Although she was getting tired, she did not want to stop.
She had longed to do this for years, longed to watch the way the man's buttocks clenched and unclenched, revealing the strangely enticing and thickly haired crevice which separated one rounded ass cheek from the other.
She was curious to taste the moist secretions of his sweaty rump, wondering if it would smell and taste as hot and musky as her own husband's hairy crotch. For in the years that she had been married to Andrew, her husband had taught her the ways of analingus, teaching her how to rim his ass out until he could come just by that kind of stimulation alone.
But she had never done it to another man and had, since she had married Andrew, not had sex except for a single moment of abandon with a guy she had worked for briefly three or four years before.
Now, she kept at it, spanking Warren as the loud crashing sounds of her hand reverberated in the room. His skin was welted, bruised from her venomous anger and the furry surface of his meaty rump prickled each time she let loose another fierce and torturous blow.
As for Andrew, he still sat in his chair, staring intently, wondering why Warren was encouraging his wife, seemingly enjoying the degrading punishment she was inflicting upon him. It went against all his own sexual ideas, but he realized that other men might think differently, that there might be men who could actually get off on receiving a sound spanking, rather than administering one.
Indeed, it was now totally apparent to all concerned that Warren Hastings was just such a man. Bucking and heaving, his body dripping perspiration and his eyes glazed over, he still kept his kneeling position, his mouth down between Pam's squirming thighs, his ass pushed forward, directly aligned with Janice's ever-descending hand.
Warren's naked bottom was now a startling shade of red, so crimson that Andrew, watching from his unobstructed vantage from the chair, thought that any second Janice was going to draw blood. It was, he decided, as if he was watching himself. Placing himself in Janice's place, he saw how excited she was getting.
Her own state of sexual arousal worked on him like a charm and sure enough his own meaty phallus began to show increased signs of life, filling up with blood, lengthening and thickening between his thighs.
Never before having realized his own voyeuristic inclinations, Andrew now abandoned himself to what he decided was the "sport," to coin a phrase. "Thata girl!" he suddenly yelled out, encouraging his hot-blooded young wife to continue her merciless flogging. "Harder!" he screamed out. "Make the bugger bleed, kiddo. Show him who's boss around here!"
So Janice kept at it, cutting into his flesh with her outstretched hand. Weals of agony formed an intricate pattern over the surface of both of his ass cheeks. The skin was striped and welted and she kept aiming at the fleshiest part of his buttocks, where the cheeks were roundest before tapering down towards the backs of his thighs.
Conscious of what was happening, Warren pushed back and grabbed hold of his dick. He knew that the stimulation was going to make him shoot his load. But rather than just spray his come all over his wife's cunt, he now directed his burning red-hot dick right between the gaping hairy lips of her pussy.
"Feel, feel it, baby!" he whinnied as he plowed forward, shoving with enormous energy.
Pam choked, her body shaking violently as she hooked her legs over her husband's shoulders and met the fierce urgency of his attack. She could see Janice kneeling behind him, her hand sword-like, a scythe which cut into her husband's glowing posteriors.
But, more important, was Warren's completely maddened state. Never before had she felt him to be so horny, so anxious to shove his meat inside of her. It excited her wildly and she pushed her hips forward as he dug in, channeling a wide hot tunnel into the farthest depths and reaches of her tight and juicy snatch.
The wet clinging elasticity of her pussy made him groan loudly and he began to pump in and out, jabbing into her box even as Janice worked her hand against his rump. In fact, it was soon apparent that Warren was actually timing his cock-strokes, measuring them against the increasingly quickening tempo of Janice Carter's merciless spanking.
Each time her hand made contact with his ass he would push down into his wife's twat. Then, when Janice let go, he would pull back, waiting for her next blow.
"Here, use this! He needs it, baby," Andrew suddenly spoke up, motioning to his trousers which lay in a heap near his chair.
Janice stopped and looked down at the floor, knowing exactly what her husband had in mind. "So you like watching, don't you?" she asked with a sarcastic little grin, moving to his trousers and pulling his wide leather belt out of the loops.
Warren didn't see what was happening. He was gasping for breath, holding himself with his palms outstretched on either side of Pam's head. He didn't want to come right then and he waited, knowing that if he made one move his come would start to shoot out of his hose, totally out of his control.
This gave Janice all the time she needed.
She folded the belt in half, holding onto each end. Smacking it against her hand like a barber's strop, she tested the resiliency of the leather, knowing that it was just stiff enough to really make Warren go berserk from the stimulating pain she intended to give him.
Then, taking up her position behind his ass, Janice raised the belt above her head and let it sail down, striking Warren Hastings' ass right across both cheeks, a direct hit, perfectly aimed. He howled loudly and turned back to see what she was doing to him.
But his motion was too late and he couldn't stop her now that Andrew had put a bug in her ear, telling her how to inflict more pain than she had ever realized. The leather was supple and Warren writhed under her attack, turning back to his wife and stroking into her pussy as she worked her cunt muscles in an attempt to make her husband come.
She had already climaxed twice and her body was bathed in sweat as she lay back on the floor, totally exhausted. But just before Warren felt himself giving out, unable to hold back as his nuts tingled and he felt his gism getting ready to pump out of his penis with incredible force and power, Andrew jumped up from his chair.
His bout of voyeuristic passivity had vanished and as he got to his feet, Janice could see how his cock was fully hard, thrusting up like a veritable third arm between his brawny and coarse haired thighs.
She didn't know what he was going to do, but just when she raised the belt once again, anxious to bring it down on Warren's reddened and now bleeding buttocks, her husband lunged forward and grabbed it out of her hand.
"What . . . " she started to say, not knowing what he intended to do.
Just then Warren began to scream, bucking and heaving with wild spasmodic contortions as he lay on top of his wife and began to shoot his load. His come gushed out of his pecker, splashing into her juicy twat as he kept screaming, the intensity of his orgasm making him dance about on the floor, totally helpless in the wake of his monumental pleasure.
So he did not notice what was happening behind him. Andrew had grabbed the belt out of Janice's hand. But instead of turning to his friend Warren-as she had suspected he might want to do-he now directed his excitement at his wife.
She didn't realize this until he pushed her down on the floor, making her kneel on all fours with her ass extended towards him. "Once is enough," she started to tell him. But Andrew was deaf to her plaintive entreaties.
"No one ever gave you permission to do this to him," he said, his voice gruff and pitched low as he felt a fresh resurgence of anger coursing through his system. His rage was like a drug, some kind of chemical in his bloodstream. It made the muscles pulsate across his chest as he gulped for air and raised the folded length of belt above his head.
And even before Janice could say another word, the man's well-muscled hand descended with a loud whoosh, a sound which seemed to sting her even before she screamed out, feeling the leather biting into her naked and totally exposed buttocks.
Janice winced and bit down on her lower lip, determined not to cry out again and thus excite her husband even more. She knew that she could not stop him now that he was beyond communication, deaf to her moans and whimpers of pain and anguish.
Andrew was literally foaming at the mouth.
He hadn't used a strap on his wife in weeks and now he relished the opportunity to show her -and his friends, the Hastings-how adept he was at giving her a really good spanking. So he lashed out, slamming the belt across one cheek and then the other.
Janice kept biting down on her lower lip and when Andrew wasn't looking, for his eyes were directed at her burning posteriors and not at anything else, she shoved her middle finger into her cunt, trying to alleviate some of the pain.
She pistoned it in and out, stimulating her clit even as his hand kept descending, the belt searing her bruised and reddened ass flesh. Her body was quivering, heaving back and forth on the floor as he kept aiming with perfect precision, hitting the mark each and every time.
Even Warren and Pam, drained of energy and exhausted by their vigorous workout, watched as they lay next to each other on the floor, totally out of breath and unable to move. They saw how Andrew Carter's hand kept bearing down on his wife's glowing rump and the sounds the belt made as it dug into her tender young flesh filled the air like some kind of strange and exotic foreign music.
It was the "music" that Andrew loved best of all, the sounds of a good vigorous spanking which he listened to with incredible delight, nearly smiling as he admired his handiwork and skill with the belt.
At each fresh stroke, the flesh of Janice's ass seemed to rise up like little mole tunnels, hot and red. The weals tingled and kept swelling as she worked her finger in and out of her pussy, closing her eyes and trying not to let the pain overcome her.
"It's good for you," Andrew said, gasping as his chest rose and fell and he began to feel tired. "You have to take your medicine, Janice. You thought I liked what you were doing to poor Warren. But I didn't. No man has to take that kind of shit from a woman, especially a woman like you!"
"My ass," she started to moan. "Oh God the pain. It burns so much."
Across the surface of both of her plump and rosy buttocks the signs of his skill with the belt could now be seen. The welts were like ridges, furrows of reddened flesh as she smarted each time the leather belt descended on her juicy ripe globes.
But what Andrew didn't know was that his wife was just about to come. Her masturbating finger was making her loins tingle almost as much as her suffering rump. She felt her juices roiling down the clenching walls of her snatch and then she pitched forward on the carpeted floor, screaming out as her climax enveloped her and the pleasure overcame the agonizing pain.
Abruptly, Andrew dropped the belt. Now that he realized Janice was coming, he was finished, the task completed. He stepped towards her, his hand coming up to grab hold of his flaming and pulsating hard-on.
Quickly, he stroked his fingers up and down the mammoth shaft, relishing his display of virility as Pam and even Warren gazed up at him, their eyes riveted between his sweaty thighs. "Look," he whispered. "Watch, watch me now!"
And saying this he clutched his cock with one hand and moved his fingers rapidly up and down the meaty yard arm of flesh. It took but less than a dozen strokes before he suddenly stiffened and his eyes rolled up, exposing the whites.
His body trembled as if he was having a fit. Then, the Hastings couple saw a flashing surge of creamy-white come shoot out of the head of Andrew's oversized and rigid pecker. It poured forth, splashing over Janice's ass as she lay on the floor, hardly aware of what was happening around her.
Thick gobbets of his gism came out as if his cock was a fire hose gone out of control. Inarticulate, Andrew groaned and swore as he kept shooting, one hot ejaculation following another until he collapsed on his knees, sinking to the floor and falling against his wife's red and bleeding backside.
It was over, he realized, at least for the moment, the time being.
He didn't move, but lay there, stretched across her quivering body as the last tumultuous waves of pleasure coursed through him and left him limp and nearly senseless on the floor. And that was how Warren and Pam left them.
They pulled on their clothes, took one last look at Andrew and Janice and hurried out the front door, knowing that if they stayed any longer they would have exhausted their welcome. But as far as each of them were concerned, dinner at the Carters had turned out perfectly, absolutely and incredibly perfect.
They had no regrets, no regrets at all.
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Although Warren and Pam's visit had been totally enjoyable, it ended up bringing the Carters an unexpected kind of reward. Warren had never explored the subtle and delicious nuances that a bout of spanking entailed. But his first exposure to the extreme excitement he felt performing such an act was enough to get him started.
He became literally hooked on it, just as much as Janice and Andrew Carter were. Interestingly enough, his behavior differed from his best friend's own particular tastes. Whereas Andrew had never consented nor encouraged Janice to spank him, Warren actually enjoyed assuming both positions.
He alternated with his wife, using anything from his hand to a hair brush. Each would assume both roles as it were, practicing flagellation and spanking as a kind of erotic foreplay before they would get down to the business of fucking.
And as a result of his growing interest and considerable pleasure in this kind of sexual and erotic entertainment, Warren found himself growing increasingly curious. He wondered if there were other couples, hot-blooded young marrieds, who had also discovered the special and wildly stimulating effects of spanking and flogging.
The more he thought about it, the more determined he became to find out. His research led him to pick up a copy of an underground newspaper, a weekly publication devoted to activities of a highly erotic and physical nature. In the back of the paper he found an ad from a young couple of his own age, a couple from the West Coast anxious to communicate with "any heterosexual twosome addicted to anal stimulation, particularly of a flagellant nature."
Taking up a pen the same afternoon he had purchased the newspaper, he sat at his desk and composed a letter, explaining his own sexual interests and inviting them to correspond or write back to him.
Their detailed and swift reply stunned Warren. He was totally amazed, not having realized how widespread the spanking phenomenon (as the couple described it to him) had become, especially among married couples of his and Pam's own age group, anywhere from the late twenties to the early thirties.
In fact, the letter also revealed that there were even special kinds of adult resorts, hostels of one kind or another which had sprung up around the country. They had all been started as a result of tremendous interest and desire on the part of married couples who enjoyed the ritual of spanking and anal stimulation.
Not quite nudist camps, these hotels and resorts were few and far between. But the letter Warren received made it clear that they did exist, that they were real and not a product of someone's imagination.
He was even given an address to write to if he wished to get more detailed information. Needless to say, Warren hurriedly wrote another letter to a post office box in Washington, D.C. And less than a week later, when he received a reply in the mail, the contents of the plain brown envelope made his head spin.
Never had he thought that such possibilities for group sex activities, spanking in particular, could actually exist. "Have yourself a Spankers' Holiday," the color brochure quipped. "Enjoy the stimulative effects of what so many others are afraid to try. Your body is yours and yours alone. Use it any way you see fit when you spend your vacation with us. Weekly group rates. Your choice of American or European plans. All major credit cards accepted. Write or wire for reservations. The management of Spankers Inn wish to cater to your every need."
Spankers Inn! he thought to himself. The name was obviously deceptive for when he checked his local telephone directory he found listings for a good two dozen people with similar names, anyone from Ann B. Spanker to John H. Spankerman.
But Warren knew that there was more to the resort than just its delightfully cunning and rather innocuous name. Unfortunately, he wasn't up for a vacation for a good two months. But then he remembered what Andy Carter had told him less than a week before.
"I just don't know where the two of us should spend my two-week vacation. Janice wants to go to Florida, but frankly, Warren, I'm just bored with that scene. Besides, it's still so fucking hot there in September. Maybe you can think of something."
Indeed he could. Reaching for his phone, Warren dialed Andrew at his office. When Carter's secretary put him through he blurted out the news like a little boy unable to keep a secret.
Naturally, Andrew was literally flabbergasted. Spankers Inn was something he had often dreamed about, a resort where he would be able to combine uninhibited sex with all the features of a good holiday establishment.
Less than a week later, all the plans were set. "It's just too bad you and Pam won't be able to join us," Andrew said the day before he and his wife were ready to leave. "It would've been a gas, the four of us carrying on up there."
"Well, maybe next year," Warren told him, just as sorry about it as Andrew seemed to be. "Just have yourselves a spanking good time," he punned.
"You bet your ass we will," Andrew said with a grin.
So the following morning they loaded their luggage into the trunk of the car. Andrew got behind the wheel and consulted the map the inn had sent him once his deposit and reservations had been accepted.
"We have a good five or six hour drive ahead of us," he told his wife, explaining what route he would take. Instead of using the state thru-way, which would have cut off a good hour of traveling time, they vetoed the idea in favor of using more scenic roads.
The inn was situated on a secluded lake, deep in the mountainous regions of the state. Privacy was something the resort valued most, for the last thing Andrew wanted was to have his vacation plans spoiled, ruined by a raid by some overzealous local law enforcement authorities.
When he had spoken long-distance to Herb Greener, owner and manager of the inn, he had been repeatedly assured that there was nothing to worry about. "For one," the voluble young man had said, "we make sure that everyone gets their share, if you know what I mean. And secondly, we're situated so far out of the way that even nosy campers never end up intruding. So just put those kind of thoughts out of your mind, Mr. Carter. Discretion is our credo, if you haven't already guessed."
The sun was already hot, climbing higher towards noon when they started out. It was one of those perfect Indian Summer days, the kind of blissful weather that made Janice think that it couldn't possibly get cold in the next couple of weeks to come.
She was, Andrew realized, just as excited about the prospect of their vacation as he was. After she had given up her last job a few years before, she had devoted her energies to keeping house and attending to what he liked to jokingly call her "wifely duties."
But the chores of housekeeping ended up boring her and so it had been decided that when they returned from their vacation she would be able to look for employment, even if it was only on a part-time basis. Not that Andrew needed the money, for he was certainly making enough, his salary already on a junior executive level.
But he knew that if he kept Janice tied down at home for too much longer, her boredom would no doubt lead her astray. He didn't mind her having sex with someone else, as long as he was around to watch and keep an eye on her.
But the notion that her ennui might move her to carry on extramarital affairs while he was breaking his back at the office was something he did not wish to have to contend with. Better that she got herself a job, he thought to himself. At least she'll be able to keep her mind occupied on something other than sex.
For that was just about her sole preoccupation, as far as Andrew was concerned. She seemed to literally live for nothing else, counting the hours before he would step off the train and her nights of wild exciting pleasure would begin.
In fact, it had really been Janice's idea to continue their sexual evenings, their "fun and games" nights with the Hastings. Andrew had certainly enjoyed himself, but he was still a little shy.
In retrospect, when he had thought about what had transpired that first evening, he felt as if he had almost betrayed his friendship, especially where Warren Hastings was concerned. But Warren soon made it clear that this was not the case at all.
The night they had all let their hair down was something that was bound to happen sooner or later, he had told Andrew. After all, it was really what everyone had secretly desired, so why not admit it and bring it out in the open.
Now, it no longer troubled him. In fact, he looked forward to resuming their special evenings when he and Janice returned from the mountains and Spankers Inn. He was absorbed in these thoughts when Janice put her hand on his shoulder and interrupted his private reveries.
"There's a hitchhiker up ahead," she said, motioning to where a girl stood at the edge of the road, her thumb extended, a duffle bag at her feet. "Want to pick her up, Andy?"
Andrew awoke as from a dream. He squinted his eyes past the glare of the afternoon sun and tried to see what the girl looked like. One glance was more than enough. He immediately slowed down the car, bringing it to a halt a few yards beyond the hitchhiker.
Looking through the rear-view mirror, he saw the teenager pick up her duffle bag and hurry towards them. "You sit in the back, for the time being," he told Janice, having some vague suspicion of what might happen.
Janice didn't object. She opened up her door just as the youngster said with a smile. "I really appreciate this, miss."
"Why don't you sit up front with my husband. I'm a little tired so I'd like to stretch out in the back," Janice replied, eying the girl with more than cursory interest.
For ever since she and Andrew had begun to enjoy group sex with their friends the Hastings, she had finally been given the opportunity to indulge and satisfy all of her hidden erotic dreams. One of them had been to have sex with a woman and she blushed now as she thought of the first time she and Pam Hastings had literally performed before their husbands.
So she got in the back while the girl stowed her bag in the trunk. Then, the youngster slid into the front seat and slammed the door behind her. Andrew started up the car, inquiring how far she was going. She mentioned a town directly on the route to the Inn, an hour or two from where they had picked her up. "You picked a winner," he said with a ready smile. "We'll be passing right through there."
"I'm Cindy, by the way," she said, introducing herself and explaining that she was a freshman at the state college.
"I'm Andy and that's my wife Janice," Carter replied, motioning to the back seat where Janice lay with her back propped up against the side door. He legs were up and she made no attempt to pull down her skirt.
It had hiked up above her knees and she leaned back, smiling at Cindy, rather more turned on than not by the young woman's clean and unassuming good looks. The girl wore her hair in two auburn braids which she had coiled into a bun. He blue eyes flashed as she spoke and Janice could see how the teenager's breasts nicely filled out the front of her blouse.
Andrew was paying her just as much attention.
As he kept driving, trying to concentrate alternately on the road and the girl beside him, he felt himself steadily growing more intrigued and interested in the prospect of finding out more about Cindy than she ever realized.
His eyes were able to cover every part of her, from her two full and rounded tits to her long tapering legs, encased in tight faded blue jeans. He hadn't made it with a chick as young as Cindy and now he decided that she was perfectly to his liking.
And he knew, with a certainty that didn't need any confirmation, that the teenager beside him had an ass that would no doubt put Janice's own lush rounded bottom to shame. He was determined to have it before they reached their ultimate destination.
Accordingly, he slowly lowered his right hand and let it rest on the seat. It was but a scant few inches away from the girl's thigh. She was keeping up a carefree conversation, making small talk as they continued down the road.
Ever so slowly, aware that if he made his move too quickly he might scare the youngster, Andrew began to slide his hand towards her. He stopped as soon as he felt the warmth of her thigh.
Cindy said nothing, pretending not to notice. She caught herself staring at Carter and wondering what it was that made the man so obviously attractive. Behind her, Janice leaned forward and casually rested her hand on the girl's shoulder, keeping up the steady flow of conversation.
Aware of the sudden pressure on her shoulder, she tensed. But then she caught sight of something that made her gasp, just as it so often made Janice open her mouth with wonder and surprised delight. For tenting up the front of Andrew Carter's trousers was a thick rounded bulge which left little if anything to her sensual and uninhibited imagination.
CHAPTER FOUR
"What are you staring at, young lady?" Janice demanded as soon as she noticed that Cindy was looking with unabashed interest at the bulge in her husband's pants.
"What? Nothing. I wasn't staring," Cindy replied, more confused and embarrassed than ever.
"Did you see what she was doing, Andy?" Janice continued. "She was staring at your cock, the horny little slut. Why, I never saw anything like that before. So shameless!"
Andrew knew what game Janice was playing and turned to look in the youngster's frightened eyes. "Well, what do you have to say for yourself, kiddo?" he asked her, moving one of her hands to his lap.
And even as she watched, not sure of what was even happening, she saw how Andrew
Carter began to rub his fingers against the massive misshapen bulge of His imprisoned hard on. Every time he pressed his hand against it, the outline became even clearer and her amazement was now totally justified once she realized that her eyes had not been deceiving her.
"So you think it's something to stare at, do you?" Janice asked.
"I mean . . . I wasn't.. . . " and she fumbled for words, never before having been put in this kind of predicament.
"Andrew stop the car this instant!" Janice told him. "This girl obviously thinks that she can use people, people who were kind enough to pick her up, a total stranger standing by the road."
Immediately, Andrew pulled the car over to the shoulder at the edge of the road. He turned off the motor and turned in his seat as Cindy edged back against the door, incredibly frightened.
"Well?" he asked once again, enjoying himself to the full.
"I didn't mean it," she whispered. "I just never . . . I mean, I never.. . . "
"Never what?" Janice snapped at her.
"I'm stoned. I didn't realize that I was staring."
"Stoned?" Janice repeated. "Did you hear that, Andy. The girl's been smoking marijuana. If her parents knew they'd probably spank the living daylights out of her. And then she has the nerve to sit there and pretend that she didn't do anything wrong."
"Now don't get excited, honey," Andrew replied. "The girl didn't mean any harm. Did you, Cindy?"
"No, I didn't. I really didn't," she said in the same frightened whisper that had marked her speech a moment before.
And then, without another word, maintaining his broadest grin, Andrew Carter reached over and took hold of the girl's nearest hand. Still smiling, still staring into her frightened doe eyes, he placed her hand directly on top of the bulge in his pants.
"You wanted to anyway," he told her as he rubbed her fingers against his crotch, making sure she could feel the incredible length and thickness of his swollen tool.
Cindy shuddered. She had, as she was to admit later, few inhibitions, sex being the least of them. Priding herself on what she liked to think of as the new morality, she had experimented with all kinds of sex, though spanking was-as yet-not included in her repertoire.
And she had also seen quite a number of cocks in her life. But none as awesomely proportioned as Andrew Carter's monstrously swollen cunt-rammer. Now, losing her fear, she squeezed it gently, conscious that both Andy and Janice were staring at her intently.
She didn't have to be told that such an organ could give her an incredible amount of pleasure. But what she hadn't bargained on was Janice and Andrew's secret desires. So instead of letting the girl merely sit there and perhaps end up giving him a simple hand-job, Andy opened his door and stepped out of the car.
He came around the other side just as Janice got out as well. "Come on," he said to the girl, motioning to the woods beyond the gravel shoulder of the road. "I think you might end up enjoying yourself," at which point he once again began to rub his hand against his crotch, enticing her with the promise of his undeniable virility.
No longer reticent, Cindy got out of the car and followed the couple into the woods. Andrew didn't want to go very far and a few minutes later he stopped in a small grassy clearing, calmly reaching down for his zipper.
He unzipped his trousers, shucked off his loafers and unbuckled his belt. Then, still watching the teenager, he shoved his pants down off of his hips until they fell around his ankles. Kicking them off, he pulled his sports shirt over his head and stood there, clad in nothing but his undershorts.
"Well?" he asked her. "Satisfied?"
It was as if he was the spider and she was the fly. Stoned and wildly aroused, the hot-blooded teenager moved towards him, her eyes riveted on the thick rounded bulge inside his shorts.
"Get down on your knees, kiddo," Andy told her and willingly, obeying him totally, Cindy knelt before him.
She didn't need to be told what else to do. As Janice and Andrew Carter watched her, she reached up and grabbed hold of the waistband of his underpants. She pulled them down, staring as the hair across his lean washboard belly grew more wiry, thickening as more and more of his pubic bush was revealed.
And then she saw what had first attracted her and she sucked in her breath, not even prepared for what was now the obvious truth. For as soon as Andy's shorts dropped around his ankles, the girl took one look at his massive rigid erection and nearly gasped with shock and surprise.
"Suck it, kiddo," he demanded, pushing his hips forward so that the plum-shaped head of his enormous weapon brushed against the girl's lips.
Cindy had no desire to disobey him.
Totally submissive, she opened her lips as wide as possible, plunging her hungry mouth over Andrew Carter's massive rampant cock. A gurgling sound echoed forth from the back of her throat as he grabbed hold of her auburn-hued hair and pushed her face forward, literally impaling her mouth on his dick.
"Do it, baby. Wrap that fucking hot little tongue of yours around it," he barked, shoving his hips forward as he began to throat-fuck her, ramming his meaty weapon in and out of her mouth.
Cindy grabbed hold of Andy's buttocks, gripped them hotly and went at it in a frenzy. She inhaled the musky rutting odor of his groin, savoring the smell of his masculinity as her tongue slid up and down the burgeoning thickly veined pole of flesh.
She was glad she had stared in the first place, glad that she could enjoy herself before returning to school. But what she didn't realize, even as she continued to suck Andy off, was that Janice Carter already had made up some plans of her own.
Stepping behind the kneeling girl, Janice reached down and tried to push Cindy's jeans off. But they were tightly buttoned and realizing that she couldn't get the youngster undressed very easily, she looked up at her husband, a mute entreaty etched on her lips.
Andrew nodded his head, pleased that his wife had taken the initiative. He pulled his thick throbbing pecker out of Cindy's mouth and stepped back. She looked up at him, wondering what he wanted from her.
"Take off your pants, baby," he said, getting down on the grass. He propped himself up on his elbows as she got to her feet, looked cautiously at Janice and finally did as she had been asked. Unbuttoning her tight faded blue jeans, she pushed them off of her slim tapering hips, sliding them down to her ankles.
Andrew could see the alluring shadow of the youngster's sparse pubic bush and he smacked his lips as Cindy kicked off her jeans and hitched her thumbs inside the elastic waistband of her tight little bikini panties.
With a sudden and abrupt motion she pushed them down, exposing the shimmering ringlets of reddish hair which curled around her thin little cunt lips. "Beautiful," Andrew murmured, knowing that he would really enjoy getting inside of her tight little hole.
No longer shy nor the least bit inhibited, Cindy once more dropped down to the ground. She got down on her hands and knees, lowering her face towards Andy's massive pulsating tool. But what she didn't realize was that such a position left her open for Janice.
For as soon as the girl tightened her lips around her husband's hard on, Janice went into action. The sight of Cindy's smooth rounded little buns, tight and dimpled as a boy's, inflamed her senses. She could barely stop the twitching of her fingers as she moved behind the girl, listening as Cindy gurgled loudly each time she pushed her mouth down over the entire length of Andrew's penis.
Andy kept encouraging her, pushing his hips back and forth as he felt the teenager's hot raspy tongue sliding along his meat, licking and tonguing his pecker and driving him crazy with delight. But he also noticed what Janice was up to and looked at his wife just as she raised her hand, dropped down and slapped Cindy viciously across the ass.
The girl screamed out and looked over her shoulder just as the second blow descended. "Nasty little tramp!" Janice screamed, no longer pretending. "You think you can get away with this, don't you? Well, you can't, you little piece of shit. Not on your life!"
And before Cindy could move to the side or get her body out of the way, Janice's hand descended with lightning-like speed and cruel efficiency. The girl screamed out once again, but this time Andy was there to make sure that she cooperated.
Acting quickly, he grabbed Cindy around the shoulders and pushed her mouth down over his meat. "Do as you're told," he said to her. "You deserve a little spanking, kiddo. It'll do you a world of good."
Unable to pull away, Cindy had to accept her punishment, though she was yet to realize why Janice was anxious to spank her. Knowing that she was overpowered, she once again concentrated on sucking Andy off, using her tongue to paddle up and down the length of his rigid meaty phallus.
Andy kept groaning as the girl tongued the velvety smooth head of his rod, working the tip of her prober right into his pisshole. He was shuddering from the pleasure she was giving him, using one hand to play with his massive pendulous nuts, weighing them as if to judge the amount of come he had stored inside his balls.
And behind him there was Janice, her face contorted with delight as she did what she had so fervently desired. Bending down to within striking distance, she used her hand like a paddle, slamming it down against the young woman's tight rounded ass cheeks.
The pain was making Cindy dizzy. Each time Janice slapped her, her body heaved forward and she felt the head of Andy's cock bending her tonsils back as the oversized organ thrust down into her throat. It was as if she was pinned between them and there was no escaping, especially now that Janice was already beyond control or communication.
Indeed, Andrew's wife heard nothing but the sounds her own hand kept making each time it landed against the teenager's glowing and reddened rump. Each time she felt her fingers against the smooth warming flesh, her body tingled as one red welt and ridge after another appeared on the child's stinging globes.
Cindy couldn't see straight as the pain mounted. She hadn't been spanked since she was a little girl, but now that she thought about it -even as she kept working on Andy's dick-she remembered how her father used to lay her across his lap and use his hand to teach her how to behave.
The memory was not as unpleasant as most. In fact, it awakened a feeling she had always suspected, that she might have thought of her father in sexual terms. Thinking that Janice was now her father, the pain became less intense while the idea of being spanked began to grow incredibly exciting.
So exciting in fact that she felt her loins heating up almost as much as her burning posteriors. Her cunt was tingling and her lips and tongue slobbered and slurped greedily over Andrew's red-hot dick, sucking him off until he could barely stop himself from shooting his load.
Helpless against Janice's assault, she still did nothing to try to pull away. Each blow made her body shudder and had she been able to look back, she could have seen how Janice's lips were curled back over her teeth, her face flushed with incredible sexual excitement.
Her eyes were sparkling as she let Cindy have it, bruising the girl's buttocks with a severe spanking. Cindy's flesh was smooth and well-toned. The backs of her long supple thighs were ivory-white, but her ass-once the same color, Janice remembered with a sly little grin -was now a brilliant carmine.
The teenager's body was shivering spasmodically as Andrew got closer and closer to his climax. No longer looking down at the hitchhiker, Carter gazed at his wife as he listened to the deadening thuds and resounding smacks her hand made each time it landed against the girl's upraised and quivering little backside.
"Harder!" he called out, encouraging Janice to keep at it, at least until he had shot his load.
The sensations Cindy was feeling made her dizzy. There was the delight of sucking off Andrew's cock, something which had always pleased her once she had been initiated into the world of sexuality. And then there was the incredible tingling sensation in her cunt as the pain of being spanked transferred itself into a kind of strange yet delightful sexual feeling.
It was her father who was doing this, she imagined, even as Janice kept at it. Cindy's bottom was blushing against the ruthless and angry attack. With greater and greater energy her hand landed against the teenager's ass.
Already the skin was showing signs of cracking, about to burst as the welts of pain rose up all across each trembling cheek. Suffering, smarting from the agony of her punishment, Cindy still did not try to pull away.
"Bad bad girl," Janice hissed, remembering how she too had had to suffer at the hands of her stern and overbearing father.
Realizing this added to the thrill of what she was doing to the helpless young girl who knelt before her. The marks of her passion etched themselves over Cindy's ass flesh. Nearly lacerated by Janice's furious spanking, the skin was suffused with a ruddy peach-like color, the fiery weals rising above the surface, hot and nearly burning to the touch.
But it was too late to think about the damage she might have done. For just as she brought her hand down for yet another angry blow, she heard her husband screaming out that he was about to come.
Janice stopped and looked, just as Andrew shoved Cindy's face down between his burly and hairy thighs. "Suck, drink it down, baby!" the man groaned hotly as he began to spray his gism right down her throat.
Gagging, unable to swallow the copious emission, Cindy kept choking as she tasted the salty viscous white fluid which kept pouring into her mouth. Andrew was moaning, ejaculating hotly as Cindy tried to drink down his semen, feeling her own orgasm creeping up upon her as if to catch her literally unawares.
But it was Janice, wildly intoxicated by what she was seeing and what she had done to the youngster's ass, who finally enabled Cindy to come. For as soon as the girl had drained and milked Andrew dry, she threw Cindy down on her back and dived down between her legs.
Cindy had never let another female touch her, neither a girl her own age nor a woman like
Janice. But now she encouraged Carter's wife as Janice's tongue thrust forward and she began to lick and suck and eat out the girl's tight and thinly haired little pussy.
She was moaning almost as loudly as Cindy as her hands came up and she grabbed hold of the slim petal-like lips of the child's vagina. Splaying them back, she began to nibble on the pea-shaped little clit. Her touch made Cindy go wild.
Writhing on the grass, her body heaved back and forth as she kept pushing her cunt against Janice's face, moaning loudly while the woman sucked and ate her out with a passion. Janice knew the teenager was going to come and she worked even harder to bring her to the moment of pleasurable release.
"Yes, oh so good, it feels so good," Cindy panted as the fire in her loins erupted and she clawed at the grass, suddenly convulsing as she began to come.
The thick, oily droplets of cunt juice which trickled down the walls of her snatch filled Janice's mouth. She kept sucking, curling her tongue around the pulsating little knob of the girl's clitoris as Cindy kept moaning, screaming out, unable to endure the agony of her long-awaited release.
Indeed, long after she had finished climaxing and lay limp and stretched out on the grass, Janice was still sucking on her pussy, licking it hotly, whimpering to herself as she continued to eat the girl out.
But Andrew, realizing that they wouldn't get to the inn until sundown, finally called a halt to the proceedings. Weary yet totally satisfied, he pulled on his clothes and helped Janice to her feet.
Cindy found her things as well, following them out of the clearing and back to the car. Once she got inside she closed her eyes, her ass still smarting as she rested her rump on the front seat.
She knew that she wouldn't be able to sit comfortably for days. But somehow, it had all been worth it, not the least of which had been the incredible intense pleasure she had felt while Janice Carter had sucked on her pussy.
With these thoughts first and foremost in her mind, she gradually drifted off into sleep. Indeed, she awoke an hour later with a start. Andrew was tapping her on the shoulder. "We're here, Cindy," he told the youngster. "Last stop for you, I guess."
She looked out the window and saw the college buildings looming before her startled eyes. Suddenly, she didn't want to leave. She looked back at Janice and Andrew and smiled, suddenly at a loss for words.
"Well . . . thanks a lot. It was fun . . . yeah, it certainly was worth it," she said at last, opening up the car door.
Janice handed the college student her duffle bag and extended her hand. But instead of merely shaking it, Cindy leaned forward and kissed Janice on the cheek. "You okay?" the woman asked, suddenly solicitous now that she had spent her passion.
"I'll survive, if that's what you mean," Cindy grinned, rubbing her ass with one hand, still feeling the effects of the spanking.
And with that she finally turned away, waving a last farewell. Janice was worn out and she closed her eyes as Andy started up the car once again. In fact, she was so tired that she slept all the way up to the inn, awakening from pleasant and highly erotic dreams a few miles from the entrance to the resort.
It was already dusk as Andy drove the car down a narrow mountain trail, the road bumpy and pitted with rocks. "Feeling better?" he asked his wife.
"All I need is a good hot shower and I'll be fine," she admitted, awakening fully now that she knew that they were almost there.
And then they saw the lights of the main building and a cyclone fence stretched across the road. A man emerged out of the shadows, wearing the uniform of a private guard. "We have reservations. The name's Carter," Andrew told him, anticipating the man's purpose.
The guard consulted a list he kept attached to a clipboard and nodded his head. "Welcome to the inn," he told them, unlocking the front gate so that Andrew could drive his car inside.
Andrew pulled up to the main building, done in a rustic style reminiscent of a ski lodge he and Janice went to every winter. He got out of the car and stretched his legs, tired from the long drive. A bellhop came down the front stairs to take their bags and they followed him into the lobby.
There were guests chatting and milling about, most of them about Andrew and Janice's own age. Everything seemed too look terribly normal and aboveboard and for the moment, Andrew was temporarily disappointed.
He had secretly wondered if there would be full-scale orgying going on night and day. But when he looked around him, he saw nothing which would seem to indicate that such activities were actually occurring.
"You're Mr. Carter, then," the man behind the front desk said with a smile. "I'm Herb Greener. We spoke on the phone."
"Yes, of course," Carter replied, extending his hand. "Glad to meet you."
"You look a little bit turned off, if I may say so," Greener went on. "The lobby is sort of off-limits, if you know what I mean. Most of our other guests prefer the privacy of our recreation hall, down by the lake. In fact, there's a party planned for there tonight, so I hope you and your wife will be able to make it."
"I'm sure we will," Janice spoke up, watching as Andy signed the guest register. He had been afraid of using his real name, but now he suddenly realized how ridiculous that kind of discretion could get to become.
Finally, they were led upstairs to their room. The main building was surrounded by six or so smaller guest cottages, but Greener had confessed that the better accommodations could be had in the Main House, as it was called.
The man had not been lying. Both Janice and Andrew were pleasantly surprised when the bellhop opened the door to their room. It was spacious and clean, the furnishings pleasant if unassuming. "If you need anything," the young man who had handled their bags finally told them, "just give a ring. We're on duty twenty-four hours."
"Thanks," Andy replied, pressing a tip into the fellow's hand.
Then the door closed behind him and they were once again alone. "Well?" Janice asked. "What do you think, honey?"
"I think we're probably gonna end up having the time of our lives," Carter told her. Smiling, he suddenly motioned to one of the bedroom walls. "Hear that?"
"What?" she asked.
"Just listen and you'll see what I'm driving at," he assured her, moving towards the bods. Not even bothering to unpack, he pressed his ear against the wall as Janice moved towards him.
"What is it?" she asked once again.
But this time he didn't have to tell her. Sure enough, through the partition of the wall both of them could hear the loud resounding sounds of someone being spanked. It was unmistakable, especially when a female voice cried out that she wasn't as naughty as her husband seemed to think.
One loud whack followed another and Andrew began to grow increasingly curious. He glanced around him before his eyes alighted on the sliding French doors at the other end of the room. They led onto a terrace and motioning Janice to follow, he took off his shoes and waited for her to do the same.
"What do you want to do?" she asked, wondering why he was being so secretive.
"Just keep quiet and don't make a sound," he replied, leading her to the terrace which looked out on the lake and recreation hall. She followed him as he slid the heavy glass doors back and the cool night breezes filtered through the room, rustling the curtains on either side of the glass doors.
Immediately the muted voices they had heard in the bedroom were now much clearer, almost amplified as Andy glanced to his left. Sure enough, the terrace extended to the end of the building, each room separated by a waist-high lattice barrier.
He tiptoed to the end of the terrace and hoisted himself over the partition, putting a finger to his lips. The French doors of the room next to theirs were partly open and he edged nearer as Janice followed close behind.
Fortunately for them, the curtains were not pulled shut all the way. There was a gap of about eight inches or so, just enough for the Carters to see what was going on inside the neighboring hotel room.
And what they saw certainly gave them food for thought, dispelling any of Andrew's fears that Herb Greener had exaggerated the manifold delights to be enjoyed at Spankers Inn. For there, stretched out on the bed, her arms and legs spread-eagled, was a young woman. And she was not alone. And furthermore, she was not even dressed.
Totally naked, her body was quivering as a man stood behind her, brandishing a short and lethal-looking riding crop in one hand. He was a short stocky fellow, dressed only in a pair of trousers.
Considerably intrigued, the Carters knelt down and watched, having an unobstructed view into the hotel room. And as they stared, peeping toms that they were, they saw how the man by the bed was using the riding crop to administer a stern spanking to the woman who lay before him.
She was pleading, turning her head to the side so that they could see the tears streaming down her cheeks as she begged him to stop. Already, the marks of his handiwork were evident in the brutal cross-hatching which covered her plump reddened buns.
Her ass, Andrew noticed with delight, was even larger and fleshier than his wife's. And as he knelt there, staring with rising delight, the man let loose a veritable barrage of cruel swishing strokes.
"Confess, bitch!" the man screamed, slashing out at her with the short and stiff leather crop. "You fucking liar! You deserve this. This is what you need. Because afterwards, I'm gonna fucking ram my cock right down your throat, you little lying bastard!"
And saying this he stepped closer as the woman's pleas turned to incoherent guttural moans. She kept flinching, wincing as the riding crop bit into the tender bruised flesh of her lovely ripe orbs.
One sharp flick of the crop followed another. Janice was just as excited as her husband. She was turned on by the figure of the man, short but powerfully built, his burly barrel chest rising and falling as he exerted all of his strength to the task at hand.
And when he moved closer to the woman, she could see the thick misshapen bulge projecting forward inside his pants. She knew he was wildly excited by what lie was doing as lie stood over the crying young woman and kept up his vigorous attack.
"You shouldn't lie to me, baby," he told her. "I warned you what would happen if you did."
"But I'm telling the truth. I swear. I beg of you," she whimpered.
But it was obvious to Andrew and Janice that the brawny stranger was no longer listening or paying the woman much mind. The sight of the woman's buttocks was making him mad with excitement and each time he struck out with the crop, the sharp strokes deepened the color of her flesh.
Already, each ass cheek was darkening to a deep fiery red, nearly glowing as she writhed and wiggled from side to side, trying to escape the path of his whip. But his aim was flawless, thrilling him as he saw her buns growing redder and redder with each stinging blow.
Pulling her legs even wider apart so that Andrew could see the barest suggestion of the woman's hairy cunt turf, the stranger used the crop even more devilishly. He directed each well-aimed stroke right between the cheeks of her ass, down low where her anal furrow joined her vagina.
This caused the woman to literally lurch about on the bed, doing a kind of macabre dance as the crop sailed through the air and the wildly excited stranger knelt down before her, flicking the end of his flagellant weapon right along her anal crevice.
Behind him, Andrew suddenly felt his wife's hands. Janice was breathing hoarsely, her hands moving down to rub across the surface of her husband's ass. She caressed the firmly muscled flesh with obvious longing and when the man finally dropped the riding crop to the floor and threw himself down on top of the woman, he got to his feet and motioned Janice to follow him back to the room.
"Don't you want to stay and see him fuck her?" she asked, curious to know why his interest had waned.
But Andrew had more interesting plans for her, as she was soon to discover.
CHAPTER FIVE
Fired up by what she had seen and heard, Janice was willing to do just about anything. As soon as she and Andy were alone in their room, he asked her to unpack while he went into the bathroom to take a shower.
Janice said nothing, but she was rather surprised, considering how aroused he had been just a few moments before. Nevertheless, she knew better than to disagree with him and so she did his bidding.
Andrew stripped down to his shorts and moved past her, realizing how she was so obviously hungering after him. Let her wait, he thought to himself, enjoying the little charade he was playing with her.
Inside the bathroom, he shucked off his under-shorts and stepped into the shower. The water came down as a strong needle spray, prickling his skin. It seemed to stimulate him even more and as he soaped himself up he couldn't help but think of what he had seen in the room next to theirs.
Hardly conscious of what he was doing as he re-created the scene in his mind, Carter began to soap up his groin, his hands lingering around the stubby and half-erect base of his cock.
And in a state of total reverie, his eyes half-closed and a smile etched across his lips, he slowly began to rub his fingers up and down the burgeoning length of his dick. The needle spray streamed down over him and he didn't hear the bathroom door open.
Janice, much too impatient to sit it out in the room, had taken off her clothes. Now, she slipped into the bathroom, anxious to enjoy a few moments of pleasure with her handsome and well-hung husband.
The scene next-door had fired her up as much as it had aroused Andrew. In fact, she couldn't get it out of her mind, remembering how the stocky barrel-chested man had lorded it over the woman, brandishing the riding crop with cruel and deadly accuracy.
Behind the sliding glass doors of the shower, she was able to make out her husband's silhouette. And it wasn't too difficult for her to see the lengthy projection which rose up at a forty-five degree angle right below his flat well-muscled stomach.
Slowly, she eased the door open as a blast of steam enveloped her. Andy was too far gone to notice what was happening. He was humming softly to himself, his eyes closed, his fingers gripping the rigid and now fully erect shaft of his pecker.
Trying to be as quiet as possible, Janice knelt down in front of him, moving her head and her mouth closer and closer to his mammoth hard-on. She thrust out the tip of her tongue and began to lick circles around the mushroom-shaped head, quickly warming up to her task.
Andrew opened his eyes then and looked down at his wife as she thrust her mouth down against his prick. He said nothing, pushing his hips forward as she gobbled over his tool, her tongue licking quickly, her lips sliding up and down the length of his hose.
Andy moaned softly, encouraging her to continue as he shivered, feeling the way the edges of her front teeth nibbled gently and delicately along the tightly stretched skin. And then she pulled back, extended her tongue as far as possible and paddled it wetly along the underside of his long thick pecker, hungering after it as if it were a choice and delicious morsel.
"Just keep it up, kiddo," Andy murmured as he watched her lips gluing themselves tightly around his meat. Janice's head began to bob back and forth as she twisted her mouth around his penis and sucked with growing fervor and frantic desire.
Then, holding her steady with his hands on her shoulders, her husband pushed forward, lunging towards her as she gave a muffled groan and felt the way his dick was getting even larger, hardening and lengthening inside her throat.
It seemed to throb, to pulsate hotly as she gobbled and kept sucking, wanting to taste his thick steamy load pouring down her throat. But what she didn't realize was that Andrew had other things on his mind.
He intended on saving his climax until he was even more worked up and aroused. Not that Janice wasn't doing a good job, but the scene next-door had fired up his imagination to the boiling point. He knew that he had to get his hands on her ass, had to feel her squirming against his lap, rubbing her hairy crotch over his dick as he spanked her into total and unequivocal submission.
So it was no wonder that he suddenly pulled abruptly away.
"What's the matter?" she asked, looking up at him as the water streamed down his body, matting his chest hairs and making his skin shine in the fluorescent glare of the bathroom.
"Just come with me," he told her, no longer masking the gruff surly quality of his voice.
Janice got to her feet as her husband turned off the faucets. She stepped out onto the cold tile floor, shivering slightly as he followed close behind.
"What is it?" she asked again.
But this time Andy didn't need to make an explanation. Reaching out, he picked up a hair brush that Janice had placed on top of the sink. Then, his body still dripping wet, he pushed her out the door and moved into the other room.
As soon as she saw the hair brush he held in his hands, she panicked. "But I didn't do anything wrong," she protested. "You were enjoying that, weren't you?" referring to the blow-job she had attempted to give him just minutes before.
"Remember what I once told you about who calls the shots," he replied. "I make the decisions around here, Janice. You've been getting just a little too uppity these past few weeks, ever since I let you take out your frustrations on Warren Hastings."
"But you punished me for that, remember. You spanked me, that very night," she told him, her voice cracking under the strain of her fear.
"And I'm going to spank you again, tonight," he laughed sarcastically, grabbing her around the waist.
He dragged her towards the foot of the bed, sat down and forced her over his lap, pulling her up until both of them could feel the wet tangle of their pubic bushes rubbing against each other.
Then, holding the brush in one hand, his other hand keeping her steady as she cried out that he wasn't being fair, Andrew finally did what he really wanted.
Staring down at his wife's snowy-white buttocks, he raised the brush in the air and brought it down, bristle end, against her ass. A plaintive cry tore out of her throat as she felt the sharp nylon bristles prickling her flesh.
"I hope this will teach you how to behave in the future," Andrew said, holding her steady as she wiggled from side to side, trying to escape his unerring hand.
And saying this he started in once again, greatly excited by what he was doing. In fact, Andy was gloating as he saw the smarting red prickles the brush was making against her smooth satiny bottom globes.
"My ass is on fire!" she cried out, whimpering loudly as her husband kept her steady, his grip like iron, his hand never failing him.
And once again the brush descended, making a loud thwack as it bit into her supple resilient flesh. Janice's buttocks heaved and bounded against his lap, but she was held firmly by her husband's hand as he spanked her delicate lush ass cheeks with incredible delight.
Each time his hand came down, first on the left cheek and then the right, Janice's violent movements caused her husband's stiff up-thrust cock to rub against her vagina. The effect caused her pleasure, even amidst the growing pain she felt in her ass. Already, the skin was burning as she gritted her teeth with pleasure and pain, knowing that she was helpless to stop him.
Andrew never stopped lecturing her as he kept spanking her with cruel abandon. He watched the marks the brush made against her flesh, saw how the white of her thighs contrasted with the ever-increasing blood-red color of her heaving orbs.
Janice's body lay stretched over his brawny thighs as his own stiff cock frictioned deliciously against her mossy cunt turf. But for the moment he thought only of what he was doing as the loud spanking sounds, the whacks of brush against ass flesh, reverberated in the air.
Janice's ass was now a crimson red, tiny pinpricks of blood seeping towards the surface as she continued to cry out, to thrash about as she lay straddling her husband's lap. Turning the brush over to the flat plastic side, Andrew held it aloft as Janice looked up.
"Watch, my dear. You must listen to your husband," he cooed, sneering at her as he slowly brought his hand down in an arc that hit her ass right between the cheeks, directly along her anal furrow.
An angry red splotch appeared on the surface of her succulent buns and a howl of anguish ripped through her lungs. "No more. I'll be good. I promise," Janice whimpered, wiggling against her husband's crotch as she looked up and watched the brush descending with purposeful timing.
And once again, Andrew hit the mark, causing her to nearly fall off his lap as she felt the hard plastic back of the hair brush slam into her squirming young buns. Then, dropping the brush to the floor, his hard calloused palm took its place as he spanked her for what she felt must have been the hundredth time.
"Ouch! No, Andy, please. The pain . . . no more!" she squealed, undulating her hips from side to side as she tried to roll off his lap.
But he gripped her even more securely, pinching her ass with his fingers so that she screamed out from the torturous pain. And as she wiggled to and fro, her buttocks heaving, clenching and unclenching, his eyes were drawn down between the cheeks to the pale pink center of her anus.
Andrew chuckled sadistically and even as he slapped her once again, another thought entered his mind. Dragging her up a little along his body, he pulled her globes apart with his meaty hands. "What are you doing to me?" she begged.
But she couldn't stop him as he thrust out his long middle finger and jabbed it down right between the heaving cheeks of her ass. The pain tore through her body as she felt his fingernail digging into her asshole, pushing apart the tender tight creases and folds as he attempted to sodomize her, right then and there.
"Hold steady, bitch!" he shouted, pistoning his finger down. The puckers were elastic and spread apart as he jammed his finger into place, shoving it forward until it was all the way inside. Janice kept squirming, maddened by the pain as she felt Andrew scraping his fingernail along the dry tight walls of her rectum.
But this was only a kind of foreplay to what he intended to do within the next few minutes. For even as he rotated his pistoning jabbing finger in and out of her suffering bottom-hole, his hand was descending once again.
Her cheeks were burning, splotched and prickled with the marks of the hair brush. And now his palm kept up the job as Janice's tears dripped down her cheeks and she finally gave up, exhausted of energy and resolve.
"I promise' to be good," she whispered, feeling his hand as it tore against her burning flesh.
But Andrew was no longer listening.
Vigorously he spanked her flaming bottom globes, her succulent young buttocks wiggling voluptuously as he held her steady and felt her cunt rubbing back and forth against his stiff unruly cock. But he was holding out, saving his massive flaming erection for a tighter and-as far as Andrew Carter was concerned-more desirable aperture.
Then, with a sudden and forceful motion, he pulled his finger out of her asshole and threw her down on the bed. She lay on her belly, the barest glimmer of her golden-haired snatch visible between her thighs.
Her ass rose up, two red and burning hillocks which Andrew kneaded with his fingers, caressing and then pinching each cheek as he knelt behind her. He rested his knees against the foot of the bed and not even bothering to take hold of his cock, pushed forward, aiming it right between the cheeks of Janice's horridly tortured ass.
"It's dry!" she screamed out, realizing that he hadn't even bothered to lubricate his penis.
But Andrew wasn't about to stop.
Now that lie had gone so far, nothing would prevent him from finishing the job. Accordingly, pushing his wife down when she tried to wiggle free and turn her body to the side so as to escape his massive weapon of destruction, he lunged forward, ripping into her bottom-hole.
She felt the plum-shaped head of his huge blood-engorged cock tearing at her asshole, pushing the tender folds apart in its maddened rush to get inside. "Slower, slower," she whimpered as Andrew groaned harshly and kept at it, tearing into Janice's anus with a look of malignant glee on his face.
Already the head of his cock had disappeared from sight, housed inside the tight clinging confines of her warm and clenching rectum. Once again he shoved forward, his weight centered at his hips as he pierced her, more and more of his inhuman dick torturously filling her bowels.
Janice was nearly senseless by the time her husband was fully horsed, his cock hidden inside her ass. He kept grunting hoarsely as he lay on top of her back, stopping for a moment to catch his breath. "Don't you love it, baby?" he asked. "Can't you feel how big and hot it is. Shit, I've been saving a real fucking load for you, Janice. And now you're really gonna feel it, kiddo."
Then he began to stroke, to hammer in and out of her grotesquely distended anus. She began to move with him, slowly at first, but then with rising fervor as her own sense of erotic excitement began to increase the more Andy bore into her butt.
"Yes," she finally whispered. "Oh shit it's so fucking big, I can almost taste it!"
Andrew hardly heard her.
He was carried away by his own feelings of lust and power. Gripping her tightly around the waist, he looked down and watched his cock moving in and out of the tight constricting sheath of her rectum.
And as he watched he pinched the sore and burning cheeks of her lush hot buttocks, savoring the very feel of her tortured ass flesh, remembering how he had spanked her into absolute and utter submission.
"Soon, soon, baby," he whispered. "Oh yes, how does it feel? You're scraping my skin off, you're so fucking tight. Come on, baby. Move with me. Move those fucking buns. Let's see how your muscles work, kiddo."
Carried away by her own obvious delight, Janice once again began to work her sphincter muscles. She used them to alternately caress and squeeze his massive tool, trying to hold it down inside of her.
Sweat ran down Andrew's body, trickling into her hole and lubricating it so that soon most of the original pain Janice had felt was gone, replaced by a thudding jarring fullness as she felt the full cumbersome length of her husband's penis.
It seemed so thick around that it stretched the walls, pressing down against her divisional membrane so that some of the frictioning heat seeped into her pussy, there to fire her up even more. She knew, without even touching her box, that she was going to come.
Working faster, the two of them thrust and shoved, moving as one. The prickled stinging cheeks of Janice's ass kept enticing Andrew as he felt his balls whacking furiously against the supple white backs of her thighs.
He was about to come and he corkscrewed down into her savory butt, hitting one side of her rectum and then the other as he fell against her and stiffened violently. "Yes, come, all this fucking come just for you, baby!" he grunted as he held himself rigidly against her and felt the first spasms of his climax coursing through his sweaty body.
His gism flowed up the buried length of his pole, splashing hotly into Janice's well-filled rectum. She felt the fierce ejaculations of his cock and suddenly they were coming together as they moaned and thrashed about on top of the bed.
"More, so big, give it to me," she hissed as he kept grinding down against her, filling her butt with more come than it could handle. White curds of his semen oozed out, coating his cock-shaft and trickling down between her legs to form a sticky puddle on top of the blankets.
When at last he had drained himself dry, his balls emptied and his lust sated-at least for the time being, he thought ruefully-Andrew slowly eased his deflating tool out of his wife's ass. It plopped out with a loud and resounding squish and he rolled over on his side, gasping for breath.
"It always gets better, doesn't it?" he asked her as she turned to look at him, just as tired as he was.
And all Janice could do was nod her head, knowing how true it was. For no matter how she seemed to hate the pain his spankings caused her, she still secretly relished them, something she sensed her husband knew. For if anything, Andrew Carter was not a sadist.
No, not a sadist at all. An epicure of buns and buttocks, a connoisseur of asses and lush rounded bottoms. This was what turned him on most of all. And if he hurt her, well, she had learned to love the titillating pain, the stimulative effects of a good sound spanking. So their marriage and their sex life could only get better, he thought to himself as he got up off the bed.
And it was later that night that he once again got a chance to prove the truth of his thoughts, his theories about his basic compatibility with his wife. For after a hearty steak dinner that satisfied some of his appetite, he and Janice strolled down to the lake and the recreation hall, the Reck as Herb Greener had laughingly called it.
A jukebox blared out its strident message into the night. The music was loud and piercing, but it served its purpose, screening out the more obvious noises of muffled screams and the dull steady thud of hands against bare flesh.
For when the Carters entered the Reck hall, they were not prepared for the amazing sight which greeted their eyes. In the dull glow of the red lights strung across the beamed ceiling, they both could see the clusters of men and women.
But the guests of Spankers Inn weren't talking or idly chatting. They were not making simple aimless conversation. No, they were all too busy, too engaged in the sport which had first intrigued Andrew the day the Hastings had come for dinner.
He could hardly believe his eyes.
All that Greener had promised the day he had telephoned now seemed to be the complete and incredible truth. For there, in the large wood paneled room, thirty or so couples were cavorting in a way which left Andrew breathless with anticipatory excitement.
Most of them were totally naked, armed with anything from belts to brushes to whips to wooden paddles. Couples were rolling about on the floor, arms and legs, cock and cunts tangled together.
There were women whose hands had been placed in leather harnesses, better to keep their plump rosy asses in position while either husbands, lovers or strangers spanked them into blissful pleasure.
He closed the door behind him, still staring, not knowing what to do first. "I don't believe it," Janice murmured, already having decided whom she was interested in. Across the room she had spotted the man who was in the room next to theirs, the same stocky and powerfully built fellow whom she had seen wielding the riding crop with such obvious skill.
'Take your pick," Andrew told her and without another word, anxious to throw himself into the melee, he strode forward and disappeared into the crowd. Janice watched him and then she smiled to herself, glad that she had been given the freedom to enjoy the "party" without having to worry about satisfying her husband.
For that was exactly what she intended on doing.
But meanwhile, even before Janice had found herself a likely looking partner-the man with the riding crop her immediate first choice-Andrew had already involved himself. His eyes had been directed to the other end of the room, where he saw an enormously buxom and overweight woman whose hands were securely fastened, tied to a wooden chair.
He stepped closer, slowly unbuttoning his shirt, prepared to strip down completely. He had never seen an ass as large as the one which now seemed to completely fill his vision. The woman's buns were enormous and as she knelt over, a man stood in front of her, brandishing a narrow wooden paddle.
"This will teach you, my impudent little shit," he heard the man cry out as the paddle descended, flat against the woman's writhing bottom cheeks.
Screaming out, the woman wriggled her enormous backside, begging the man-who was her husband, as Andrew later discovered-to have pity on her for she couldn't endure the pain. But he wasn't listening, for as Carter watched he saw how the paddle thwacked against the incredibly broad rounded globes of the woman's oversized butt.
Her ivory-white skin was stretched taut and smooth, but soon it began to turn red as the blood rushed to the surface. The more the man paddled her, the faster became his strokes, the more the woman moaned and thrashed about, hopelessly tied to the chair.
Andrew was mesmerized. Unable to tear his eyes away, he kept undressing, noticing how the man with the paddle had stripped down to nothing but a pair of baggy jockey shorts. Yet there was no hiding his enormous state of excitement when Andrew noticed the thick rounded protrusion jutting forward against the front of the man's shorts.
The longer he watched, the more he listened to the dull whacks of the paddle, the more he saw how the woman's ass was turning an incredible deep shade of red. The palpitating motions of her two huge and splendid ass cheeks increased in tempo until they were fairly quivering, spastically clenching and unclenching each time the hard wooden paddle was brought to bear against her backside.
Suddenly the man spotted him standing there and turned, extending the paddle with a smile that totally disarmed Andrew. "My wife's been a very naughty girl," the fellow said, handing him the spanking weapon. "Let's see how another hand can show her how to behave."
Needless to say, Carter was not loathe to take up the man's place. He shucked off the rest of his clothes, standing there in his tight-fitting underpants. "You'll give her a taste of that, too, I hope," the man laughed, pointing to the huge bulky silhouette of Carter's cock.
"Anytime, ole buddy," Andrew laughed, getting into position.
He brandished the paddle like a baseball bat, holding it in both hands. Then, bending his knees slightly as if he was at the plate, he swung out with deliberate force. The woman's scream made him grin as he felt the impact of the paddle against her flesh.
The vibrations traveled up along his arms as he saw the dull imprint of his skill. A broad shallow groove marked the borders of the paddle as it scored itself against the woman's ample ass flesh.
"How's that for starters?" he asked, examining the cut he had made. A small trickle of blood seeped out of her lacerated flesh and he bent forward, dabbing his finger along the wound.
The woman couldn't see what was happening, but when she turned her head back and saw the strong well-muscled physique of Andrew Carter, she had to smile, obviously preferring him to her husband.
"Are you going to behave yourself, lady?" Carter asked, taking aim once again.
And even before the woman could answer, he slammed the weapon against her broad pulsating buns. She wiggled her hips exotically, still begging him to stop. But Carter wasn't about to comply, not yet at least.
The huge trembling bottom globes sent shivers up and down his spine. The flesh was now a bright searing red and he knew he was stinging her to the quick as he swung out, feeling the blade of the paddle charging against her buns.
The woman realized that she could do nothing. She tightened her ass muscles, pushing her buns forward as Carter once again brought the paddle down with a loud crashing slam against her orbs.
He grit his teeth, concentrating on the task, deliberately taking his time once he saw her small beady eyes watching him at work. And each time the paddle hit her and her muscles convulsed, he was amazed to see the incredibly thick growth of coarse black hair which lined her chink.
It turned him on to a strange degree and he thought of how his wife had spanked Warren Hastings' firm and hairy butt. The comparison was similar and he went at it in a frenzy, the dull thud of the paddle bringing tears to the woman's eyes.
"She needs this," her husband reaffirmed. "Show her who's the boss around here, mister."
Already the trickles of blood were dribbling down the backs of her ample thighs and Carter dropped the paddle to the floor and tried to catch his breath. He bent down to examine the woman's ass and as he leaned forward he saw how the muscles of her rump were still rhythmically contracting, shivering in anticipation of additional punishment.
Using the flat of his hand, he slapped her, directing his palm right between the cheeks of her butt, the most sensitive area. Her howl of pain made him grin even more and pushing her enormous bloodstained rump higher up, he saw the fringe of hair which bordered her pussy.
He slapped here as well, right where her ass-furrow ended and her vaginal crack began. The woman screamed out then, feeling the agonizing stinging slap of his spanking hand. Carter's meaty paw gripped her tightly and he laughed loudly as he relished her total discomfort.
She was at his mercy and behind him Carter saw how her husband had pulled his thick stubby cock out of his shorts. Spitting into the palm of his hand, the man began to jerk himself off, watching intently as Carter continued to administer a sound and painful spanking to his wife.
Pleased that he was being watched, Andrew once again went at it in a frenzy. His hand descended like a metronome, causing vivid red splotches to appear on the woman's already bloodied lush bottom cheeks.
He was so carried away, so filled with pleasure, that he hardly thought of Janice. But right at that moment, even as Andrew's hand was spanking the woman with gleeful abandon, Janice was indulging in her own sensual and erotic whims.
Had Carter turned his head to the side to scan the other end of the Reck hall he would have been able to see her. But he was too preoccupied to think about Janice and so, for the time being, he didn't notice what she was doing.
CHAPTER SIX
As soon as Andrew had moved away from her, Janice had turned in the opposite direction. Watching from afar, she saw how the short stocky man was spanking a woman-not the same one she had seen in the hotel room-who lay sprawled across his lap, protesting violently each time his hand descended against her squirming buns.
The sight inflamed her and she moved towards them, turned on by the man's cruel look of virility and strength. He was literally gloating over his victim as she kicked her legs out and tried to pull away from him.
It was obvious to Janice that he held her in a viselike grip, trapping her against his lap as she beat her fists against his thigh and begged him to stop and let her alone. "Not yet, I won't," Janice heard the gruff-voiced fellow say as she moved still closer.
She wondered if he was as well-equipped as her husband, for the very notion of letting him fuck her brought a smile of longing to her lips. No longer embarrassed, she quickly unbuttoned her blouse and tossed it into a corner.
But before she could even make her purpose known, she was suddenly attacked, literally and figuratively. Strong arms encircled her narrow waist and she screamed out in surprise, not knowing what was happening to her.
Turning her head to the side, she saw a tall and imposing man standing behind her, clutching her straining tits with his large meaty hands. She whimpered as he held her against his sweaty naked body, pushing his cock up against the crack of her ass.
He pinched her nipples and bent his head and as she tried to break away, she moaned as he bit into her skin, nearly drawing blood. "You're a beauty, all right," he whispered, dragging her off to a corner of the room.
"Let me go. Leave me alone," Janice cried out, looking wildly about, hoping to spot her husband.
But Andrew was nowhere to be seen.
She was trapped, unable to tear herself away from the man who even now was dragging her to the nearest wall, there to pull her hands up above her head. And as she continued to try to squirm out of his grasp, her hands were suddenly manacled, clamped into two iron rings attached to the wall.
"Comfortable?" he asked, laughing at her helpless state.
"Who are you?" she demanded. "My husband is here. He'll kill you for this."
"Oh, I doubt that very highly, lady. After all, you wouldn't have come to Spankers Inn unless you knew what it was all about." He stood there, staring at her, seeing how her tits bounced and swayed as she swung her body from side to side, trying to pull herself free.
When he moved closer, she kicked out, catching him in the shin. "Nasty bitch!" he hissed, trying to pull off her shoes. He finally succeeded and before she could stop him he was fumbling with the buttons to her skirt.
Undoing them, he pulled down the zipper and the skirt slithered to the floor. He tossed that aside as well, pleased that his first impression of her was now proving correct. For the round squirming cheeks of her lush plump ass turned him on incredibly and even as he tore at her panties, nearly ripping them in two, his cock was arching up between his thighs, hard and thick as a mallet.
Janice watched him, filled with horror.
His dick was as large as her husband's, his balls heavy and pendulous as they swung between his brawny thighs. He had an evil look in his eyes as he contemplated her now naked body, smiling at her as she rattled the metal bolts and tried to break free.
"Don't strain yourself," he said sarcastically. "You'll never make it."
"I demand to be released," she told him.
But he only smirked at her, stepping closer. Then, raising his hand, he brought it down with a stunning blow against her left ass cheek. Janice screamed out as she felt the man's fingers digging into her supple young flesh, bruising her to the quick.
"That's just for starters," he sneered, getting ready to spank her once again.
Janice glanced down and saw how the man's heavy hand had left its mark upon her flesh. An angry livid spot fanned out over her left buttock and already the skin was itching, starting to burn as he turned with deliberate methodical-ness and moved to her right cheek.
"You shouldn't kick kind strangers," he said with a haughty laugh, raising his hand once again.
And even as she watched, her eyes opened wide with the first flushes of pain, the man's hand came down again, slamming against her ass with a resounding slap. The sound filled her ears as he stared as her naked quivering ass, loving the way her muscles jumped about, contracting and convulsing each time he slapped her buns.
"You've got a beautiful little ass, baby," he went on. "But you've also got a nasty disposition. Maybe this will teach you business."
Janice was speechless. She hadn't expected this to happen and now she was in no position to make her objections known as the burning pain of her buttocks rose up, flushing her skin. The man took aim once again for the third time since he had manacled her.
He noticed how the flesh of her thighs was totally unscarred, creamy smooth and white. The distinction between it and her quickly reddening ass intrigued him and aiming lower, he brought the flat of his calloused palm down against the back of her thighs.
Janice howled at his brutality. Her body was writhing against the wall, shuddering each time she felt the fiery smarting blows of his rough and powerful hand. The splotches of color broadened each time he slapped her and soon there was not an inch nor a trace of white skin left across the expanse of her shuddering hot ass cheeks.
As far as the man was concerned, everything was going smoothly. The sight of her ass, the blood seeping to the surface, the entire rounded expanse glowing with color, stinging from the stimulating pain, made his cock throb with excitement.
It bobbed up and down between his thighs and Janice, watching what was happening as she turned her head back as far as she could, was not amazed to see that the man's dick was already leaking. Shiny drops of pre-come glittered atop the rounded head.
The foreskin was pulled back and the man was breathing deeply, his chest rising and falling as he once again took aim and a convulsive shudder ripped through his body. His hand moved down, colliding with her buttocks and Janice's high-pitched wail of pain made him laugh with total delight.
"A good spanking never did anyone any harm," he confided, standing back to admire his handiwork. Her ass flesh was still quivering voluptuously and his handprints covered the entire surface of her lush rounded buns.
"Please. I can't take any more. I'll faint," she whimpered, feeling the way the skin itched and throbbed, burning her incredibly. She knew he would draw blood with the next slashing stroke of his hand and her head hung down against her chest as he stood back and once again prepared himself for another round.
"Don't you worry none," he went on to say. "Because just think of how I'm going to ram my meat into you when I'm finished and you'll feel better immediately."
The promise of physical pleasure and fulfillment gave Janice small solace as her body danced back and forth and she screamed out for yet another time, feeling the way the man's hand cut into her flesh like a knife blade.
He laid one stroke atop the other, reddening every part of her ripe young spheres, purposely spanking the most sensitive parts, right above her thighs. But despite what was happening to her, despite the pain which made her head spin, trickles of oily cunt juice were already dribbling down the walls of her overheated snatch.
"Fuck me! Now, do it now!" she suddenly called out, unable to relieve the horrible burning and itching sensation she felt in her ass.
"Soon. I promise you, just a few more minutes," he replied, rubbing his hands together. They stung him, the palms reddened from the vigorous spanking he was giving her.
But it was her ass, her beautiful glowing ripe buns, that made him drool with rising passion. His cock was visibly straining, filled to the bursting point. The man knew he would explode any moment, but he couldn't tear himself away from such a beautiful and arousing young victim as Janice Carter.
For a moment he contented himself watching her body contort. Her face was as red as her buttocks and when he looked to the side, he was not surprised to see that her nipples, a dark-pink color, were already taut, hard and firm and just eager to be plucked.
The tendrils of blonde cunt hair which bordered her mount enticed him as well and he knew that she would be a tight and delicious fuck. But he still wanted to finish the job he had begun minutes before.
Accordingly, he went back at it with a vengeance, his hand nearly lacerating her soft glowing ass flesh as he spanked her, one mean stroke after another. The skin of her ass was about to crack, to tear and shred apart under the strain.
Janice closed her eyes, unable to see straight, unable to endure any more. Her body was covered with sweat and she could barely move as the stinging erupted into a volcanic fire, a fire which traveled through her buttocks and down to her snatch.
Yes, she thought to herself. Let him fuck me. Let him do it. Now. I can't wait any more. I want it. "Now!" she screamed out then. "Give me your cock, your cock!"
The man dropped his hand to his side and gasped for breath. He came around and looked at her, reaching up to pinch her nipples with his fingers. A fresh wave of pain rippled through her body, but she could only moan, unable to protest his cruel excesses.
But then, before she even knew what was happening, the burly and well-hung stranger suddenly dropped to his knees. Unable to stop himself, he buried his face between her supple ivory-white thighs. His tongue lashed over the hot wet surface of her slippery box and Janice screamed out.
Only this time, her scream was one of pure and unmitigated delight. She opened her eyes and glanced down as he knelt before her. Slobbering over her pussy, the man gripped the burning itching cheeks of her ass with both hands. He caressed the flesh with rough enjoyment.
And all the while he busied himself working his tongue in and out of her puffy hot cunt lips. He splayed them apart, nuzzling her twat, inhaling the musky perfume of her aroused and feminine body.
"Yes, more, suck harder, harder," Janice called out, wiggling her hips from side to side as the fires of pain turned to fires of lust. She abandoned herself to the man who knelt before her, letting him take all and every pleasure from her body.
He was grunting, snorting as he ravished her, digging his hungry tongue deep into the well of her pussy. It felt like a small cock to Janice and she shoved her hips forward, encouraging him as he kept a tight grip on her buttocks, still brutally pinching the smooth hot flesh of her wounded ass.
But the pain no longer mattered.
There was only the sense of burning need, the desire to come, the wish to have him thrust the full burly length of his thick rigid pecker inside her pussy. Slurping thirstily, drinking her sap as if it were nectar, the stranger kept at it, wrapping his tongue around the choice morsel of Janice's pulpy round clitoris.
But even as his tongue continued to move, the raspy surface exciting her incredibly, Janice suddenly was forced to turn her head away. She looked over her shoulder, opening her mouth in stupefied surprise.
For right at that moment another man, one she had not seen in the Reck hall earlier that evening, was kneeling behind her, pushing his eager flushed face right between the cheeks of her ass.
She couldn't believe what was happening to her.
To have two men, two men at once, seemed too much to be real. But there he was, squatting on his haunches, his hands pulling apart the tortured and well-spanked cheeks of her hot little butt.
Unable to speak, Janice felt the first man's tongue still sliding and paddling in and out of her clenching dripping twat. And, at the same time, she now felt another tongue, equally adroit, equally skillful and long, licking up and down along her anal fissure.
"Yes, rim me, eat me," she squealed, her body dancing about as she hung suspended, now pinioned between two hot and lashing tongues.
The man who worked on her ass pulled the cheeks as far apart as he could, savoring the warmth of her glowing flesh as he licked harder, dabbing at the round circle of puckers and folds which marked her narrow little bottomhole.
Her anus convulsed and her sphincter muscles fibrillated as ever so slowly the man drilled his tongue deeper and deeper inside. The anus opened up like a flower in bloom and then he was in her, licking along the constricting walls of her rectum, tasting the gamy piquancy of her butt.
Both men were, at least at first, hardly aware of the other's presence. The stranger who had spanked Janice into submission was now ready to finish his objectives. He rose to his feet, smashing his thick sensual lips against her mouth.
She was no longer repelled by him.
Rather, on the contrary, he had succeeded in turning her on to a most incredible degree. His tongue wrapped around hers as he pushed upwards from his hips, trying to shove his thick meaty phallus right between the outer flaps of her wet and steaming muff.
Then, grabbing her around the waist, he took hold of his pecker and thrust the flaming red and bloated cock head right into place. Janice moaned hotly as she felt her cunt being filled, the lips pulled back as the man grunted, nipped at her neck and pushed forward once again.
This time he was successful.
With a powerful forward lunge he tore into her and a soundless scream welled up from the back of her throat as the emptiness and burning need of her twat was now satisfied. The walls expanded as he kept shoving from his hips, not content until every last thick cumbersome inch of his hose had disappeared from sight.
Janice was unable to see what was happening. But she felt the way the man's dick was channeling down into her pussy, filling her to a most fantastic degree. She worked her cunt muscles around his pole of flesh, clinging to him as he began to jerk and thrash about.
Again and again he pushed up into her tight little hole, swearing and rubbing his grizzly chest against her heaving young tits. And then, as if she wasn't experiencing enough, she sensed that something else was happening.
Glancing back once again, she saw that the man who had been rimming her had now gotten to his feet. But he too was far from finished. Without saying a word, avoiding her eyes, he took hold of his cock and pushed it right between the cheeks of her ass.
Not two, two at once! she thought to herself as she felt the head of the man's long thinnish tool pushing apart the folds of her anus.
But that was exactly what the second stranger had in mind.
Lured by the promise of fulfillment, as much turned on by Janice's ripe little buns as he was by the rutting sounds and smells which rose up around him, he couldn't stop himself. Holding her around the waist, suddenly aware that she was being fucked by another guy at the same time, the man pushed forward, drilling into her.
Janice screamed out just as the head of the second man's cock ripped apart the constricting clenching anal folds. He tore into her rectum, swearing at the top of his voice, pushing forward even as the man behind him worked his own thick dick in and out with long and relentless strokes.
"No, don't. Not two, two at once!" she screamed out.
But her protests fell on deaf ears. The man who was even then halfway inside her ass could now feel the powerful forward and backward thrusts of the guy whose cock was filling Janice's pussy to such an incredibly satisfying degree.
The tension along her divisional septum made her cry out, but both men were no longer in control of themselves. They could each feel the other's cock moving back and forth, pumping vigorously.
This only added to their pleasure and almost unconsciously they stroked at the same rate, drilling in and out of her body as Janice felt the incredible searing pleasure of two cocks at once.
The pain vanished almost as quickly. Her cunt was being wildly stimulated while, at the same time, her anus was getting a rare and splendid fuck. She was trapped between two bodies and she felt them rubbing against her, touching every part of her flesh even as their cocks moved back and forth, frictioning inside of her.
"Soon," the man in front of her whispered. "Oh shit, keep moving, baby. Feel it. How does it feel, two cocks at once?"
Janice couldn't speak. She was already coming, her oily juices coating the man's cock shaft as she clung to him and wrapped her legs around his calves, hanging on even as both pe-nises ripped in and out of her body.
She couldn't stop shuddering and as she came the man behind her suddenly screamed out that he too was going to shoot his load, even before the guy who was still pistoning in and out of her juicy tight pussy.
He stiffened, hung onto her and began to pour his cream into her ass. The man who was still thrusting into her box felt the powerful ejaculations. This sent him over the edge and before either of them knew what was happening, all three were coming, shivering and groaning loudly as their orgasms consumed them.
Janice felt as if she was going to float away on a sea of come. It dripped out of her ass and down her legs. It oozed out of her well-filled snatch, dampening and matting her pubic bush as the hot bodies of two virile strangers pressed against her and held her fast, gripping her tightly.
They kept coming, shooting and splashing, thick loads of gism into her holes. Then, not even bothering to pull out his cock, the man who had first trapped her now released the manacles. She didn't see how he did it, but she didn't care either.
She fell down against them and they slowly pulled free, lowering her to the floor. Opening her eyes, Janice looked up at them, the barest suggestion of a smile etched across her lips. "Unreal," she whispered as they shrugged their shoulders and turned away from her.
They had used her, but she had used them just as much. And realizing this made her smile again as she closed her eyes and drifted off into her own little world.
Andrew had not seen the spectacle of his wife getting plowed by two men at once. He had been busy administering a sound and vigorous spanking to the plump and bare-assed woman whose husband had tied her securely to a chair, lest she try to break away.
But now he was ready for the final delight. The woman's husband had already come and when Andrew finished spanking her he looked up and realized that the guy had left, disappearing into the crowd of orgiastic guests.
But that was fine with him, for he had made up his mind about what he wanted to do next. Keeping the woman in a sitting position on the chair, her large fleshy buns extending over the edge, he knelt behind her and took hold of his
I cock.
He wondered how it would feel, his meat cushioned between two huge ass cheeks and so he pushed forward, determined to find out for himself. The woman was not adverse to this, for she had hungered after Carter's dick ever since he had come upon her.
Now, she grit her teeth as his dry stiff penis thrust forward, drilling down through the thicket of coarse hair which lined her chink. Andrew was unable to be gentle. He was about to come and he wanted to get inside of her as soon as possible.
Accordingly, he didn't even bother to pull her buttocks apart. Instead, he just aimed blindly, thrusting forward with all of his might. Three false attempts and then he succeeded in finding her hole. It felt pitted and tough and he pushed into it as if he was deflowering a virginal hymen.
But sure enough, he finally met with success.
With a furious forward thrust, the head of his cock disappeared right inside. The woman let out a shrill high-pitched groan when she felt Carter's enormous tool sodomizing her, filling her ass as she had never felt before.
But what was even more amazing was that Carter couldn't even get his cock all the way inside. The woman's ass was so big around that it virtually prevented him from horsing himself completely. It was like a hot and burning pillow, scarred with the marks of the paddle and his hand, effectively preventing him from totally immersing his red-hot dick in the tight confines of her bottom.
Nevertheless, he began to stroke, heaving forward against her as his hands came around and tried to grab hold of her huge udder-like tits. She was by far the biggest woman he had ever had sex with and she grunted just as loudly as he did as he thrust his dick in as far as he could, pulled back and shoved forward once again.
"Yes, do it, make me come," the woman whimpered as Carter's eyes bugged out and he went at it in a frenzy. Glancing to the side, his vision was consumed by a scene which brought a smile to his lips, greatly adding to his own sense of physical accomplishment.
For there was a row of six kneeling women, all of them presenting their asses to another row of naked and half-naked men. And each time hands descended and they cried out as they were being spanked, Andrew shoved forward, keeping time to the delightful scene which totally absorbed him.
The women's butts were all in various stages of excitation. Some were bright and glowing, others were pink and splotchy as hands descended with dull thwacks, hitting the mark each time. That all six women should enjoy getting such a treatment pleased Carter to no end.
He made a mental note to join the "line" while he kept thrusting forward, pinching the woman's long taut nipples as he got closer and closer to his orgasm.
"Now, yes, oh shit it's such a big one. So much bigger than my husband's," the woman blurted out as a hot gush of cunt juice spilled out of her twat.
She convulsed and pumped her buns up towards Andrew's hairy groin, encouraging him to come with her as he kept pinching and tweaking her nipples. He was almost there, thanks to her ample and well-proportioned-though over-large-ass cheeks. But what finally brought him over the edge was the kind of unexpected reward which Janice had experienced with the two men who had virtually attacked her.
For before he even knew what was happening, a pair of hands clamped themselves around his waist while an aggressive and hot slurping tongue pushed down between the firm bucking cheeks of his muscular rump.
Carter looked back, just in time to see a red-haired young woman get down behind him. She was already licking, rimming him with abandon and he pushed forward, shoving his meat into the other woman's ass while he felt his prostate beginning to tingle.
"Lick, shove your tongue in!" he called out, encouraging the stranger to take her anal pleasure.
And that was exactly what she was doing, with or without his vocal assistance. Her tongue swabbed the coarse-haired chink, trying to get inside his pitted brown asshole. At last, pulling his muscular buttocks apart, she succeeded.
She dug into his anus in a frenzy, slurping madly as her tongue felt the swelling of his prostate gland. Her touch drove Carter wild and he heaved and bucked as he kept fucking, barely able to stop himself from shooting his load.
He was shuddering violently as he felt her tongue slipping in and out, rimming him to a most delicious degree. But when she reached down and cupped his heavy swinging balls in the palm of one hand, Carter couldn't stop himself.
"Here . . . yes, feel it!" he screamed out as his body trembled and the first molten splashes of come poured into the woman's tight and clinging asshole.
She was still coming, barely aware of what was happening. And even as he shot his load, thick wads of his semen pouring forth like a tribute, the young woman who was kneeling behind him refused to stop.
She kept at it, wildly turned on by Andrew Carter's coarse-haired and burly ass. The pungent scent of his masculinity, this and the way he used his muscles to nip at her slurping tongue, all combined to make her groan almost as loudly as he was.
There was no stopping him as he kept coming, filling the overweight woman's ass with a frothy and hot load of cream. And even when he had nothing left to give her and his cock was starting to lose its erection, the girl behind him refused to stop.
She kept tonguing him until he eased his limp reeking dick out into the open. Then, sinking down to the floor, he looked up to see who the girl was. She suddenly reminded him of Cindy, the hitchhiker they had picked up earlier that very same day.
There was the same youthfulness in the young woman's face, the same look of unabashed sexuality. She smiled at him and started to get to her feet. "No, wait a sec," he said, reaching out to pull her down against him.
But first he untied the woman who was still sitting in the chair. Once that was accomplished he ignored her completely and out of the corner of his eye he saw her waddle off, probably to find new sources of strange erotic excitement.
But he was more interested in the red-haired girl. "What's your name?" he asked, his tone of voice blunt and to the point.
"My, but aren't we like a male chauvinist pig," she replied, trying to get to her feet.
Her air of independence and sharp-tongued reply made Carter chuckle. "No," he protested. "Seriously. I'm Andy Carter, and you're . . . . "
"Lynn Walters," the young woman finally confessed, tossing her head back so that her long straight hair swept over Carter's chest.
"Are you here alone?" he continued.
"No. Not exactly. My fianc� and I came up here. Sort of like an experiment."
"Really. Tell me more." He was genuinely curious and he leaned back against the floor, propping himself up on one elbow. And while Lynn talked, his eyes were wandering over her body, exploring every curve of her lush and voluptuous figure. She was even in better shape than his wife and he couldn't help but admire her round melon-shaped jugs and the way her pubic mound thrust forward, swelling below her navel.
"Well, you see, Nick-that's my fianc� and I aren't sure if we're compatible or not. You see, he has this whole thing for spanking, which is fine with me, except that I'd enjoy spanking him back. You know, switching roles."
"So what's the matter with that?" Carter asked, even though such an idea was one that was still abhorrent to him. He had old-fashioned ideas about a woman and a woman's place. He wasn't about to behave like his friend Warren, allowing himself to be spanked.
"Nothing's the matter with it," she replied, "except that Nick is so goddamn stubborn. He's so fucking afraid to be open about sex, to try new things."
Carter really wasn't listening. Even though he kept nodding his head as Lynn rambled on, his mind was on other things, her body in particular. In fact, he probably would have made his first move had they not been interrupted by the sudden appearance of a third party, a young man whose name just happened to be Nick.
CHAPTER SEVEN
"I thought I'd lost you," the young man said, standing over them with his hands cupped modestly over his naked genitals.
Carter looked up and nodded his head. He extended his hand by way of greeting. But Nick did not pick up the offer of friendship. "I'm Andy Carter," he went on to say. "I'm here with my wife Janice."
"Then where is she?" Nick asked, no longer hiding his annoyance. He turned to Lynn, reaching down to grab her by the shoulders. "Come on, baby. I've had it. I'd like to get some sleep."
"What's your hurry, Nick? We can sleep as long as we want tomorrow. We don't have to get up for work, you know."
But before he could reply, his lips curling down in growing anger that his fianc�'e was not listening to him or paying him much mind, Janice Carter suddenly appeared on the scene. Before she could even say anything to her husband she took one look at Nick and literally blanched.
"Why . . . why you're the . . . " she started to say.
"He's the what?" Carter said, getting to his feet.
"Nothing, nothing really," Janice murmured. She sensed that something was the matter, amiss, and she didn't want to complicate the situation by announcing that Nick was the fellow who had manacled her hands to the wall, the same guy who had spanked her with ruthless and sadistic delight.
So for a moment the four of them just stood there, the silence uneasy, the tension wavering about them like a candle flame. "I just don't know what's going on," Lynn told them. "Here we are, four adults, all of a sudden acting like children. You should be ashamed of yourself, Nick, acting jealous for no reason in the world. God knows I'm not in love with Andy. I'm in love with you."
"Then what are we standing around here for?" Carter asked. "Why don't we go back to our room and have ourselves a nightcap? What do you say, Nick? Think you can handle a little friendliness?" He punched the man playfully on the shoulder and the tension dissolved as
Nick broke into a smile.
"I'm sorry. I guess I must be getting a little punch drunk," and saying this he turned to Janice and winked, squeezing her shoulder affectionately.
So a few minutes later, just as soon as they found their clothing, they left the Reck hall and the sounds of sexual arousal, moving up the path which led back to the Main House. Janice had decided-at least for the time being, not to mention what had happened with her and Nick.
She was certainly not angry with the young man, despite the fact that her ass still smarted from the spanking he had given her. But his brutal and animalistic attack, the way he had literally plowed into her, still left her body shuddering with the memory of such exquisite delight.
When they got back to their room, Andy called up room service and ordered a bottle of scotch, ice and assorted mixes. He kept thinking of how nice it would be to get inside Lynn's pants, for he was yet to have sex with her.
But he was not the one who even had to bring up the subject or make the first move. After downing his drink and pouring another, Nick's tongue seemed to loosen and he sat back in his chair, growing more comfortable and relaxed.
"Tell me, Carter," he asked. "What's your theory about this spanking business?"
"What do you mean? "Andy asked.
"Well," the young man continued. "I know I get off on it and so does Lynn over here, but I'm curious to see what other people think."
"I really don't have any theories," Andrew told them.
"Bullshit he doesn't!" Janice laughed. "He used to make me listen for hours, all about his ideas about passivity and dominance, secondary sex characteristics, the stimulative effects of spanking, shit like that."
"And you believe in it then?" Nick persisted.
"Well, sure I do. Spanking is first of all delightful. Second of all it's a good healthy outlet for aggressions. And third of all, it keeps Janice in her place."
"But what about men getting spanked?" Lynn wanted to know.
"That's not my thing, baby," Carter told her, helping himself to another scotch and soda. "Let Women's Lib worry about that. I ain't about to get my heinie touched, by no one and nobody."
"Oh, really?" Janice asked with a sly look in her eyes. "You know, I have a feeling you'd really love it, Andy. And you know what else, I bet Nick over here would be just the one to do it to you. Wouldn't you, Nickie?"
Nick looked at her and caught her signal. He was already on his third drink and feeling no pain. Janice had suddenly put a bug in his ear and he turned to look at Carter, smiling to himself. He didn't think Janice's idea was that preposterous at all. In fact, the more he thought about it, the more intrigued he became. He had never administered a spanking to a man, although once, several years before, he had corn-holed a guy he had met in boot camp.
He looked at Janice once again. This time she nodded her head, ever so slightly. She raised herself an inch or two off the edge of the bed where she had been sitting. "Why don't we all try it?" she suddenly said, breaking into laughter as she jumped up and lunged towards her husband.
Nick was on his feet in an instant, rushing to her side. He was laughing wildly as Carter pulled back, not believing what was happening to him. But the booze had slowed his reflexes considerably.
He couldn't get out of his chair in time as he suddenly felt Janice grabbing one arm and Nick grabbing the other. "Hold steady, ole man," Lynn's fianc� grinned, holding Carter's arm in a steely and powerful grip.
"Get your fucking hands off of me!" Andy yelled, but he was suddenly outnumbered as Lynn Walters got up from her chair, a salacious grin stretched across her face.
"My, but don't you look helpless, a big powerful man like you," she said with a grin.
"You take his arm. I'll get his legs tied together," Nick told her as Lynn moved closer.
He whipped off his belt and as Andy bucked and twisted, trying to break free, Nick managed to tie his ankles together, using his wide leather belt as if it were a piece of rope.
"You won't get away with this," Andy snarled. "You pussy-whipped bastard, listening to these women. They're the ones who should get spanked for what they're doing, not me!"
"Well, they'll have their turn, too," Nick told him, securing the belt so that Andy could not move. Then, he moved around and hoisted Carter out of the chair. The three of them kept laughing as they turned him around until he was resting on his knees, his head and chest against the seat of the club chair.
"Can you use this?" Janice asked, carried away with the spirit of the moment. She handed Nick one of her husband's belts and the man used it to tie up Carter's wrists so that when he was finished, Andy would barely move. His ankles were strapped together. His wrists were likewise immobilized and he lay on the floor, pushed up against the chair, not knowing what to do or what to expect next.
"Now what?" Lynn asked.
But Janice already knew what she wanted to do next. Quickly, she unbuttoned her husband's shirt, pulling it off as far as it would go. Because his wrists were tied together, she couldn't get it all the way off and had to content herself by letting it hang from his hands, a loose crumpled ball that Andy twisted between his fingers, filled with rage.
"His pants, too," Nick said, surveying the little tableau he had helped to create. The sight of Carter kneeling before him was strangely arousing. He wondered what the man had done with his fianc� and now, not even bothering to ask, he was determined to get back at him.
"I'll kill you for this!" Andy barked, scowling at his wife as she and Lynn unbuckled his trousers, pulled off the belt and then pushed him up against the chair so that they could unzip his pants.
"Now don't be a spoil-sport, Carter," Nick laughed, watching the two women as they made quick work of it.
Within a matter of seconds they had succeeded in tugging Carter's trousers down off of his hips. They kept pushing them off until they were around his ankles. As with the shirt, there was no way to take them completely off because Andy's legs were tied together.
But when they took off his shoes and socks, they pushed the pants down as far as his ankles and stepped back, smiling at each other, pleased with what they had so far accomplished. For when they looked at Andrew Carter, he was cursing and swearing at the top of his lungs.
His wrists and ankles were held immobile and he looked strangely vulnerable and silly as he knelt before the club chair, wearing nothing but a pair of tight-fitting white cotton under-shorts. Nick stepped back and stared down at their helpless victim.
When Andrew tried to roll away from the chair, he was pushed back into place. Threatened with total imprisonment as Janice brandished his belt and told him that if he didn't cooperate they would tie him down to the chair, he suddenly slumped forward and no longer moved.
For a moment there was absolute silence in the room.
Janice was speechless. She had wanted to do this for years and now that her fantasy was about to become reality, she could hardly believe her eyes. But there was no denying the fact that Andrew was at their mercy.
He lay trussed up, unmoving, cradling his head on his arms. Resting on his knees and the backs of his legs, his buns extended forward and towards the three others. Janice looked down and though she had seen her husband naked, and perhaps more than a thousand times at that, she was still excited, almost as if she had never looked at him this way before.
The firm rounded cheeks of his ass stuck out in her face, perfectly formed, bisected by a deep longitudinal groove, the top of which was barely visible above the elastic waistband of his underpants. A tuft of black and wiry hair fanned out at the small of his back, enclosing the uppermost part of his anal fissure.
And then his two rounded cheeks, dimpled and tight as a young boy's, broadened and stretched the material of his tight-fitting underpants. It was, she decided, a most delicious sight and she could not keep her eyes off of it.
And as far as Lynn and Nick were concerned, it was just as arousing. They too stood there, staring down at Andrew Carter, weaving their own diabolical plots, scheming and pleased that they had so far succeeded in accomplishing their aims.
For Lynn, the idea of seeing a man spanked by another man already was having its desired effect. She was feeling the first hot flushes of sexual excitement welling up inside her loins. Her crotch seemed to be tingling and without even thinking she began to take off her clothes, knowing that there would be more to the night's adventures than merely sitting back and watching Andrew Carter take his medicine.
Whether that "medicine" was deserved or not didn't seem to be the point. The point was she couldn't wait to lay her hands on his round hairy buttocks, knowing instinctively that the very first contact of her stinging palm would fill her with incredible and unaccountable pleasure.
"Well, what are we all waiting for?" Lynn asked, breaking the self-imposed silence.
Janice and Nick turned to her just as she pulled off her blouse. Her jugs rose up, two small rounded hillocks which bounced and swayed freely on her chest. Already her nipples, long as two pink pencil erasers, could be seen hardening, growing firm and taut as she rubbed her palms against them, shivering uncontrollably.
Janice stared at the half-naked young woman. Her throat felt dry and her lips almost chapped. Thrusting out the tip of her tongue, she swabbed them, her heart beating rapidly as she too started to take off her clothes.
Andrew did not look at them, He rested is head in his hands, knowing that Janice had now given him the perfect reason to inflict a spanking-no, he thought, a beating-which she would never forget.
Let them do whatever they fucking well please, he said to himself. Because in the end it's gonna be all my show and the bitch knows it, too. It's just a matter of time, that's all.
He wasn't so much angry at Nick as he was at his wife. And as he waited, knowing that he would only exhaust himself if he once again tried to escape, the three others were quickly undressing.
Nick smiled at the sight of his naked fianc�. Her clothes were strewn at her feet and as it always did, her lush voluptuous body was turning him on. The reddish hairs of her pussy were glittering with drops of cunt juice and Lynn, just as drunk as all of them, swayed from side to side, playing with her tits as she watched first Janice and then Nick undressing.
They stood together, forming a kind of loose circle, stripping down as if they were about to engage in a holy and religious ceremony, a ritual of sorts. Janice could not help but eye Lynn's ripe young body.
She knew that she wouldn't mind getting a taste of it, just as she had tasted Nick's virile brawny masculinity. When he was completely nude, not even bothering to keep on his undershorts, he turned once again to Carter, waiting to begin.
"Look how he can't wait," Lynn told Janice, pointing to her fianc�'s cock.
And sure enough, despite a slight tremor of embarrassment, Nick was fast getting excited. Already, his meaty phallus was arching up along his belly, a thick pulsating column of meat. Planting his legs firmly on the floor, he looked down at Carter and smiled to himself.
"Ready, ole man?" he asked his victim.
"Then fucking get it over with, you asshole," Carter mumbled, his voice muffled as he held his head on his hands, refusing to look at them.
"His shorts," Nick said.
Janice did the honors, bending down to pull off her husband's underpants. Andrew no longer resisted. His body was totally relaxed as he waited for what he now realized was a foregone conclusion. Her fingers twitching excitedly, Janice pulled off his briefs, pushing them down to his ankles.
There was a gasp which filled her throat as she got to her feet, looking down at her husband's naked body. Andrew's buttocks quivered slightly, the hairs already rising up, as if they were prickling in fear.
The furry surface of his buns turned Janice on as they always had, for she was the kind of woman who made much out of secondary sex characteristics (Carter's own well-used term for what turned people on). Hair was one of those things that made her loins tingle, that and muscles and big cocks.
Her tastes were simple, perhaps exaggerated. But that was one of the reasons she had wanted to marry Andrew the first time they had gone out together. That he was a hairy brutish well-hung stud was exactly the kind of mate she had always imagined, always looked for.
Now, standing in front of him, she gloated over his helpless state. She looked back at Nick and saw him edging closer, nervously slapping his hands together as he too stared down at Carter. "Anytime you're ready," Andrew told them, laughing to himself, realizing that in the end he would be the winner, not them, not Nick or Lynn or even Janice.
Suddenly apprehensive, Nick wondered if they were going too far. After all, it had never been his idea. Janice had been the one to suggest it, tacitly or not. "Well, start already!" She told him, growing annoyed that he was standing there and wasting time.
His cock showed signs of getting soft and she was ready to take over his place if he didn't begin in another second. "What.. . what should I use?" Nick asked, his voice quaking as he turned to the two naked women.
"Your fucking hand, for God sakes!" Janice snapped, pushing him forward.
It was either now or never. And then Nick remembered something which proved to be his needed inspiration. The vision of his stepfather flashed through his mind. Even as he knelt down and got within striking distance of Carter's ass, pushing the man up a bit on the chair so that his chest rested on the cushion and his muscular buns stuck out to a more desirable degree, he kept thinking of his boyhood.
He remembered how he had been made to pull down his trousers and bear his stepfather's brutal and sadistic punishments. The man had used a strap on him, making his ass bleed more times than not. He transferred his pent-up aggressions to Carter, wondering if that was the real reason why he had always relished spanking women.
Now, it no longer mattered.
What mattered was Andrew's ass and raising his hand, he brought it down with a loud and resounding whack against the man's left ass cheek. Carter bit down on his lower lip, refusing to acknowledge the sharp stinging pain he had felt.
"That's one, the first was for me," Janice laughed, pleased with the display. She saw how Nick's hand had caused an angry red splotch to appear on her husband's backside. Good, she thought to herself. He deserves it for being so mean to me, especially when it hasn't been my fault. Most of the time, at least.
She kept watching, her eyes opened wide as Nick raised his flat calloused hand once again. The sound of flesh against flesh brought another smile to Janice Carter's lips. Already, Andrew's ass was turning red, his great muscular rump wiggling slightly, round and fleshy as he felt the effect of Nick's second burning slap.
Nick looked down at his handiwork. He had hit the right cheek this time, aiming and connecting with the fleshiest part. Carter had winced, but he had still not dared to say a word nor cry out from the sudden searing pain. No one had spanked him in years and now, refusing to look at the three others who stood around him, he closed his ears and eyes and tried to bear up under the punishment he was receiving.
"That was two," Lynn said, grinning from ear to ear. To see a man so helpless, inflicted pain by another male, pleased her to no end.
And even Nick was warming up to his task. His earlier apprehensions were fading as he got ready to deliver yet another burning smarting blow. He aimed high up on the left orb. The whiteness of Carter's rump enticed him and lashing out, he brought his hand down with such powerful force that he knocked Carter forward against the chair.
It skidded an inch or two along the carpeted floor as the imprint of five outstretched fingers and a large meaty palm appeared like a stigmata on the man's rump. "Yes, he really needed this," Janice whispered, wildly excited as she watched her husband being degraded and humiliated-for that was how she saw and interpreted it-before them.
"That was just three. Keep going," Janice said impatiently. She stepped closer, leaned down and stared at her husband's firm hairy ass. Yes, the blood was already seeping to the surface as three deep-red patches of inflammation caught her eye.
And when she felt Lynn's hands around her waist, the young woman rubbing up against her back, she didn't pull away. No, not at all. Rather, she reciprocated, pushing her own scarred and well-spanked bottom against the girl's hairy twat.
Nick didn't notice what they were doing. He was breathing hard, hardly aware that his cock was now fully erect, a rampant stiff member which nearly reached up to his puckered navel. Taking aim once again, his hand collided right between the two meaty cheeks of Carter's backside.
Andrew moaned then, biting down on one finger as the pain coursed through his body, Nick had hit him in a most vulnerable spot, right along his furrow, where the skin was soft and tender to the touch.
"Yes, that was a beauty," Janice commented, still pushing back a Lynn continued to rub her crotch up against her round firm buttocks.
By this time, Andy's ass was getting striped, covered with large vivid red patches of burning color. "You know what," Lynn said. "His ass looked like it was made to be spanked," and saying this she shoved Nick forward with her foot.
He didn't need her encouragement. Taking aim, he slashed out, his hand whistling through the air as it collided once again upon Carter's buns. He could feel how his own flesh stung as if dug into the man's muscular rear end.
Andy whimpered more loudly, barely able to take much more. His buttocks had begun to quiver, the muscles rebelling and contracting spastically beyond his control. But, strangely enough, he could sense that something else as well was happening to him.
He didn't have to glance down to realize that by this time his cock was no longer limp. The stimulating effects of the well-administered spanking had somehow caused his pecker to begin to rise up, lengthening and hardening even as he groaned and felt Nick bearing down on his bruised and stinging ass.
And then, in the midst of the flogging, Lynn broke away from Janice and moved towards the chair. She knew what she wanted. Nick stopped and looked up at her as she pulled Carter aside and sat down on the chair, spreading her legs wide.
Andy looked up and saw how she was smiling at him, a wicked grin etched across her lips as she pushed her pussy forward, angling it towards his mouth. "How about it, baby?" she asked with a sarcastic little laugh.
And saying this, her hands grabbed hold of his hair and pulled his face right up against her damp and burning snatch. But Carter, despite his agonizing pain-pain which continued to grow even though Nick had stopped for the moment-didn't have to be forced into action. He shoved his long raspy tongue right between the pale pink lips of her snatch, licking and slurping as he strained to work it all the way inside.
Lynn moaned from the pleasure she was receiving. She pushed her hairy groin up against his lips, raising her legs over his shoulders so that without even using his hands, Andrew could get at her. Then, pulling the flaps of cunt flesh apart with her fingers, she encouraged him to suck on her clit.
The pulpy little ball of flesh danced before Andrew's eyes. He sucked it right up into his mouth even as he groaned and flinched, feeling Nick spanking his ass once again. For Nick wasn't finished. No, not by a long shot.
Inflamed and almost incensed by what his fianc� was doing, allowing Carter to eat her out, even urging him on, he took out his anger on Andrew, his hand rising and falling with lightning-like speed and agility.
Carter's buns weren't that tough, he decided, studying what he had accomplished as he rubbed his hands together and smiled gleefully. Behind him, Janice had dropped to her knees. She leaned over Nick's shoulder, watching how her husband's ass flinched and wiggled delightfully from side to side.
It was now covered completely with a mass of angry red bruises, almost as if it was blushing. She touched it with an outstretched finger and felt the heat of her husband's glowing posteriors. And as she did this, she was aware that she was rubbing up against Nick's ass, pushing her hot and itching cunt right against his backside.
In front of her, Lynn kept moaning, savoring the way Carter was slurping madly over her box, tonguing her to a most delicious and satisfying degree. "Yes, more, shove it in!" she called out as Nick let loose a veritable volley of strokes.
"Fucking pig!" he roared, suddenly angry and unable to control his displeasure. Carter's sturdy butt was now clenching and unclenching and Nick looked down, able to see the man's pitted brown bottom-hole each time the twin ass cheeks opened wide in reaction to the searing pain.
The hole was covered with coarse ringlets of wiry black pubic hair, the same color hair which lined his chink, blackening the white flesh of the man's ass. His hand ached from the workout, but he still refused to stop.
And the next time he brought his hand down, he made sure that it would count. Carter screamed out, even as his mouth was filled with hot musky cunt-flesh. For Nick had succeeded in cutting him. The tortured skin split open along his left cheek and a small trickle of blood dripped down.
"Yes, more, more!" Janice called out, consciously aware of what she was doing as she kept frictioning her pussy up against Nick's hairy buns.
She was also aware of what her husband was engaged in, for when she glanced up she could see the coral-hued flesh which lined Lynn Walters' box. Andrew was still busily tonguing it, paddling in and out as Lynn got closer and closer to her climax.
And when he nipped the bud of her clit she actually convulsed, so intense were her feelings of pleasure. No longer aware of what her fianc� was doing, she closed her eyes and leaned back against the chair, totally passive except for the fact that she still held her cunt lips apart.
She wanted Carter to do all the work, just as she had rimmed him earlier in the evening, back at the Reck hall. And Andy certainly wasn't averse to helping her reach her orgasm. It was a way of deploying the pain, more agonizing than ever now that Nick had succeeded in actually cutting him. His bottom heaved back and forth as Nick continued to spank him, smearing the bright red blood all across the bucking surface of the man's butt.
Andrew was roaring with pain, trembling violently as the flesh rose up in carmine-hued weals, welts of livid angry tissue which streaked his quivering ass cheeks. And each time he struck out with the back of his hand, Nick made sure to come in contact with his first cut so that the skin never had a chance to close in upon itself.
Blood ran from the weal he had inflicted as the long furrows of pain grew ruddy and Andy's legs now began to tremble. Looking down, both he and Janice could see the man's hairy balls swaying between his grizzly white thighs.
Naked and writhing, Carter's buttocks were burning from the agonizing pain. He knew he couldn't take much more as he bellowed out, clamping his teeth around Lynn's clitoris. She too screamed out from the sudden pain, smacking him across the side of his face.
Nick suddenly jumped to his feet, his face flushed with anger. He knew that he was beyond control, unable to stop himself. Janice saw how the young man's cock was leaking, pearly drops of pre-come covering the peach-shaped cock-head. With a cry of rage, Nick pulled Carter up until he was nearly standing.
"Do it, you bastard!" he screamed out. "Fuck the living shit out of her!" and saying this he threw Carter against his fianc�'s, aware that the man had a huge towering hard-on, an erection that would cause Lynn the most intense kind of pleasure pain.
Lunging forward, caught off-balance, Andy threw his tightly bound arms over the girl's head. She was in no position to resist as the chair rocked back on two legs and they were nearly thrown to the floor.
But then it righted itself and not even bothering to take aim, Carter's face twisted in delight as he shoved forward, trying to hammer his enormous flaming dick right between the thin petal-like lips of her tight little pussy.
Nick watched, still trembling as he heard Lynn scream out. Then, there was the loud squishing sound of flesh against flesh. Even as blood continued to drip down Carter's wounded and lacerated buns, the man was nearly halfway home.
Lynn was moaning, pushing forward as she locked her ankles over Andrew's shoulders. She shoved her pubis towards the massive battering ram that was his cock and tried keeping her legs as wide apart as possible.
The thick unwieldy tool began to drill down into her snatch, filling her pussy to a most incredible degree. Lynn could hardly believe what was happening. But this was what she had secretly wanted from the minute she had laid eyes on Andrew Carter.
The moment she had seen him corn-holing the woman whose enormous ass he had spanked into submission, she knew that she was turned on, desirous to have all of him, every part of his firm virile body.
And now she had it and she kept moaning as he stretched the elastic and clinging walls of her narrow young hole, filling her completely. II e kept at it. pushing down, shoving forward as he wiggled from side to side.
Still aware of the pain which made his nether orbs glow with a hellish red fire, Carter tried thinking only of the pleasure he was now experiencing. The juicy confines of Lynn Walters' snatch made him tremble with rising lust and he kepi bearing down on her, not content until he was in her up to the root.
Nick watched them, brandishing his own huge and formidable penis. But he wasn't going to use it on Janice, despite the fact that that was what the woman wanted. No, for he had other plans, wanting to indulge in something he hadn't experienced since that day years before, that day at boot camp when he had mercilessly taken the virgin asshole of one of his fellow enlistees.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Nick could no longer think straight.
The sight of Andrew Carter's heaving bucking ass, blood-smeared, bruised and welted with the marks of Nick's spanking, inflamed his senses. Even before Janice could say something, even before she herself knew what the young man was thinking, Nick moved into position.
He heard Carter and Lynn moaning, whimpering together as they thrashed about. Andrew kept shoving down, pushing Lynn against the back of the chair as he filled her cunt and their pubic hairs tangled together.
There was no more room to go and his balls whacked furiously between his brawny thighs as he tried to keep his balance with his ankles still tied together. But it was the way his ass moved, the way it clenched and unclenched in time to his masterful and jarring cock-strokes, that made Nick's head spin.
The sight of the man's round burly orbs, bleeding as they were, firm and muscular and so unlike Lynn's own tight round posteriors, made him smile with unearthly delight. Spitting into the palm of his hand, he knew that he wouldn't take no for an answer, no matter what Andrew Carter might think or feel.
He rubbed his slobber up and down the length of his hose and stepped closer, keeping his legs apart as his eyes gazed down at Andy's butt. Janice couldn't believe her eyes. One minute the young man had been so busily spanking her husband and the next minute Andy was plowing into Lynn and Nick . . . Nick was about to bugger her husband!
Yet she couldn't stop him.
She knew that it was now out of her hands completely as she listened to the way Andy kept pistoning in and out of Lynn's pussy. The two of them were wrapped together, twisting and heaving from side to side, back and forth, when Nick took up his position behind her husband.
Bending his knees slightly so that the leaking blood-engorged head of his massive thick cock was within striking distance, he first pulled apart the cheeks of Andrew's butt. Carter hardly noticed, thinking that it was probably his wife getting ready to rim his bottom hole.
But that, however, was not the case at all.
For as soon as he saw the brown puckers and creases of Carter's asshole, Nick roared out like a bull and shoved himself forward. He aimed the head of his dick right up against the tight, narrow confines of Carter's anus.
The lubricated tool pushed forward and Andrew, completely caught off-guard, didn't know what was happening. Even before he had a chance to turn his head around and see, Nick had succeeded in wedging the entire rounded glans right inside the dry tight confines of the man's virgin asshole.
"No, don't!" Andrew screamed out as he stopped suddenly, his cock completely sheathed inside Lynn's twat. He turned his head around and saw Nick leering at him, pushing forward even then.
"Relax, ole man," the fellow said, completely insensate, no longer able to control himself as he shoved down once again. Carter screamed out as he felt the tender and sensitive tissues splitting open, stretching wide in order to accommodate the young man's impressive and cumbersome tool.
There was no way to stop Nick now that he had gotten this far already. Nick kept Andy's ass cheeks pulled widely apart so that the skin was stretched and the man's asshole was unable to clench shut again.
"The pain . . . I can't take it, you fucking cock-sucker! "Andy roared as Nick continued to push down, shoving forward from his hips.
"You'll love it, kiddo," Nick grinned. "Shit, you're so fucking hot and tight, it's beautiful to be inside for a change." He thrust forward, making Carter's head spin from the strange exotic pain.
Already, he was halfway inside, four or so inches left to go. He continued to ram into Andy's butt, encouraging the man to stroke into his fiancee's twat at the same time. Andy, anxious to stop the pain which blocked his rectum and stretched the virgin walls of his asshole, turned back to Lynn, tears streaming down his cheeks.
As if to take out his anger and vengeance for what Nick was doing to him, buggering him and right in front of his wife no less, he threw himself at Lynn as if she was a hole, a tight wet aperture and nothing else. He tried to bite her nipples as he thudded into her, fierce and filled with venomous lust.
By this time, Nick had finally made it. He looked down between his legs and let go of Carter's ass checks, seeing how his cock was completely buried inside the man's hole. It was strangely exciting, tighter, drier and even hotter than Lynn's pussy. He had never taken his fiancee's bottom-hole, but now, even as he started to stroke with vigor and determination, he made a mental note to sodomize her the first chance he got.
The cold-bloodedness of his emotions, the way he worked himself up into a frenzy, made Nick barely aware of what was going on around him. So even as he pistoned in and out of Carter's asshole, timing his strokes so that the two of them rose and fell at nearly the same jarring rate, he didn't realize what Janice Carter was about to do.
He had obviously underestimated her. Andrew's wife watched what was happening with unabashed surprise. She saw how the two men were coupled together, Nick's heavy pendulous nuts hitting the backs of her husband's ass.
She saw how they all rose and fell, how Andy kept pistoning into Lynn's pussy while Lynn's fianc� matched him, stroke for stroke, buggering her husband to his complete satisfaction. And though she felt glad that Andy was getting his just rewards-as she liked to think of them-she was annoyed that she had been so obviously left out of the proceedings.
Well, we'll just see about that, she thought to herself, her eyes gazing down at Nick's wiggling heaving orbs. His backside was even tighter and more muscled than her husband's. It twisted from side to side and each time Nick pushed his cock all the way down into Andy's bottom-hole, the cheeks of his own butt dimpled, the muscles tightening in time to his strokes.
It was this motion, this rhythmic contraction of flesh, that caused Janice to whimper softly to herself. She had only had Warren before this moment, but now she knew that she would add Nick to her trophies, no matter how he might feel about it.
She sensed that even if she began to spank him, he would never pull out of her husband's ass. Not until he had come, that is. Well, that would be time enough, she decided as she moved into position.
Quickly, she looked around the room, not wanting to use her hand. No, she said to herself, the prick needs something a little more forceful, a little more painful. There was the hairbrush on the dresser, Andy's belt on the floor. And then she saw what she wanted.
Stooping down, she retrieved one of her high-heeled pumps, slapping it against the palm of her hand as if to test its effectiveness. The sole was just stiff enough to cause Nick considerable pain, yet flexible to bend when it collided with his meaty rump.
Then, she got behind him, not saying a word.
"Harder!" Lynn screamed out, already coming and ready to come again.
Andy grit his teeth and blotted out the pain. Despite what was happening, he felt how his prostate was tingling, remembering how Lynn had stimulated it earlier that evening when she had used her tongue with considerable skill.
So he tried not to think of the pressure on his bowels as Nick breathed down his neck, pressing his lean tough body against Carter's back. They continued stroking, almost tandem, two cocks sliding in and out with relentless vigor and determination.
And then, above the sounds of animal arousal, Andrew heard something else, something which made him smile even as he felt his bruised and battered ass cheeks bearing down under the weight of Nick's attack.
For just then the loud stinging sound of a slap filled his ears. He didn't even have to turn his head back to know what was happening. It was obviously Janice, taking out her own pent-up sexual needs on Lynn's fianc�.
And that, of course, was exactly what she was doing.
Crouching behind the wiggling and well-muscled cheeks of the young man's delectable backside, Janice swung her hand down in a fast slicing arc. She aimed the sole of her shoe right between the two quivering globes, making sure that both cheeks would feel the force and impact of her blow.
Nick screamed out as the sudden stinging pain erupted in his butt. The shoe had hit the mark and Janice didn't stop as she readied her weapon once again. "What the fuck. . . . " Nick started to say, glancing back even as he saw the shoe descending with incredible speed and force.
Janice gave it her all, smashing it down against the fellow's ass so that the imprint of her sole left its mark on his quickly warming buns. She held the shoe by the heel, hitting one cheek and then the other.
"Don't, hey, cut it out!" Nick yelled, his cock thrust down into the depths of Carter's bowels, his body bowed against the man.
But Janice only laughed in his face.
"Do it, honey!" Carter called out, encouraging his wife as he got closer and closer to his climax. Once again he resumed his vigorous and cunt-jarring strokes, pounding in and out of Lynn's juicy wet pussy with the force of two men, not one.
Either Nick would have to stop what he was doing or let Janice have her way. He turned his head back to the others, knowing that despite the pain he was beginning to feel in his ass, the pleasure of corn holing Carter was more than compensatory.
Besides, he knew he had to come if he was ever to relieve the growing agony of his burning itching cock. For his balls kept thudding against Carter's brawny thighs and his own dick was still tunneling forward, the skin scraping itself raw along the tight, dry walls of Andrew's narrow rectum.
So he didn't pull out and grab hold of Janice's hand. Instead, he tried to bear up under her angry attack, plunging down with renewed energy into Carter's asshole. "Come you bastard!" he screamed out, knowing that he couldn't take much more.
For even as he kept stroking, sliding from one side to the other so that the rounded and blood-engorged head of his penis banged against one wall of Carter's rectum and then the other, Janice was still keeping up her fierce and angry display.
She was literally panting, the juices of her sexual excitement trickling down along the in-sides of her thighs. Her pussy was as hot as she knew Nick's ass must be and she leaned closer, hitting him soundly across the left buttock.
Nick squealed in agony and shifted to the other side, nearly tipping the chair once again as he tried to outmaneuver her and get out of the way of her hand. But she waited a moment, staring down at the shoe prints she had already left with indelible accuracy along the man's tight rounded rump.
The skin was blotchy and along each mark a welt was forming like a track, furrowing his skin. She touched it for a moment, satisfied that it was getting hot. She knew it would be still hotter as she continued to spank him. Her hand came down more easily now as she warmed up to her work.
"Fuck my husband will you!" she railed out at Lynn's fianc�. "You think you can go and bugger my beautiful man! Well you can't, you horny cocksucking bastard!"
The words inflamed her nearly as much as did the way she felt the vibrations of her blows traveling up along her arm. Her tits bounced back and forth and sweat dripped down her flanks as she continued to match Nick's skill at spanking, wounding him nearly as much as he had wounded her husband.
But neither Andy not Nick could keep it up for too much longer. Carter still pounded into Lynn's pussy as she lay back on the chair, nearly senseless. Her cunt was now numb. She had lost track of the number of times she had come.
No one had ever fucked her like this, for so long and with so much pressure. The weight of two bodies crushed her against the chair. Her legs were stretched widely apart and she was dripping with sweat as Andy kept sloshing in and out of her wet and frothy hole.
"Yes, oh shit, mow, now baby!" he suddenly called out as he felt his balls tightening. It was almost as if someone had grabbed hold of them, squeezing them between imaginary fingers, trying to milk his juice out.
With a forward thrust that corkscrewed him down into oblivion, the walls overflowed and Andy began to come. Thick bullet-like wads of gism sprayed into Lynn Walters' clinging hole, drenching her vagina as he tremble and shivered on top of her.
Carter's climax brought Nick over the edge. with a convulsive shudder, his hands clamped around the man's waist, he dug in and bellowed out as he began to come. Janice quickened the tempo of her strokes, slashing into his muscular ass even as the cheeks stiffened, tightening from the effects of his violent and long-delayed climax.
"Shit, feel it. Come, I'm fucking shooting, shooting!" he moaned as he poured an abundant and bubbly load of white come into Andrew's belabored hole.
It acted like a balm, soothing some of the pain he still felt as the dull and well-aimed thuds of shoe against flesh continued to rise up in the air, even louder than his own or Nick's loud cries of final release and sexual fulfillment.
When the last thick wads of come had gushed out, he fell against Lynn's breast, closing his eyes. Janice was still spanking Nick, but by now she was too exhausted to continue. Besides, she thought to herself as she finally dropped the shoe to the floor, I did it. I had my way.
She looked at Nick's butt as the man gave a last spastic shiver and slumped against her husband's sweaty back. The entire surface of his ass was bruised and livid, covered with interweaving imprints. It looked as if someone had actually stepped and walked upon his buns and she kept smiling even as she sank to her knees, too exhausted to move or even speak.
When Janice opened her eyes once again, very little had changed. She glanced out the window and saw that dawn was already coming up, Nick had eased him out of her husband's ass and now lay stretched out on the floor, snoring loudly.
His cock was half-hard, even in his sleep. She sensed that the burly and well-hung young man was dreaming of what had happened, to judge from the state of semi-erection which caused his dick to twitch and tremble gently as he snored in his sleep.
His hairy groin was covered with drying flecks of come, scaley white patches of semen. That and the dull brown blotches of blood which showed up around his groin and belly brought to mind how he had actually cut into her husband's buttocks, carried away by his strange and inexplicable-at least as far as she was concerned-sexual excitement.
Then, her eyes moved in the half-darkness to where Lynn and Andrew lay nestled together, holding onto each other a little too tightly and snuggly for Janice's complete satisfaction. They were lying back in the chair and Andy's legs dangled to the floor as his head lay against the young girl's tits and he breathed deeply, obviously still exhausted.
And then she closed her eyes once again. She was strangely pleased, quite happy in fact.
Even though she hadn't come she had worked out some of her many latent desires, fantasies that Andy would never have allowed her to bring to light in their own marital relationship.
Silently, she thanked Warren Hastings for finding out and bringing Spankers Inn to her husband's attention. She knew that so far their vacation had been fantastic. If all that had already transpired had occurred during the first day alone, there was no telling what would go on in the two weeks that they had left.
With these thoughts in mind she drifted off into sleep again, completely pleased with all that she had seen, heard and experienced.
It was nearly noon when Andrew Carter roused himself from his slumber. He had slept peacefully and now he eased himself to his feet, stretched and yawned loudly. Opening his eyes, he saw that Nick and Lynn had not left the room the night before. Rather, they had fallen asleep just as he had.
Nick was on his back, still snoring. But his cock was now fully hard, towering up along his belly in a thick fat morning erection. Andy smiled and looked over at his wife and then at Lynn.
They too were still sound asleep and not wanting to disturb them-at least until he was ready and fully awake himself-he tiptoed into the bathroom and shut the door carefully behind him. A hot shower revived him, although his ass still stung from the effects of Nick's vigorous spanking.
But aside from that, there were no other after-effects. The pain of getting sodomized was gone and he put the thought of it out of his mind, knowing that it would only make him unhappy if he dwelled upon it for too much longer.
When he came back into the bedroom, toweling himself dry, the others were just getting up, yawning and stretching just as he had less than a half-hour before.
"What say we go down for breakfast," he suggested, trying to make them feel comfortable.
"Hey, you aren't mad at me or anything, are you?" Nick asked, looking intently at Carter as he staggered to his feet.
"Why should I be?" Andy said with a laugh he knew he had forced out a bit too energetically. "Just forget it. I'm feeling fine. How about you?"
Nick smiled ruefully and rubbed his hand over his wounded and starting buns. "They still hurt," he admitted. "Man, your wife sure as hell has a good arm, let me tell you. Boy, lean still feel it."
But after breakfast, he excused himself, taking Janice under the arm and leading her away from the breakfast table. "Where are we going?" she asked, her voice filled with what she realized was sudden panic.
We're taking a swim. A nude skinny dip," he told her, leading her outside and down the winding path which led to the lake.
Janice followed him, wondering why her husband was holding onto her arm so tightly. But she knew better than to disagree with him, especially after the scene she had pulled the night before.
"Andy, are you angry with me or something?" she asked as they neared the lake. The sun was already high in the sky and the reflection it made off the water made her eyes squint to escape the bright yellow glare.
"Andy, angry with you?" he said with a rising inflection, unable to mask his sarcasm. "Why should I be angry, darling? You're the very picture of a wonderful wife."
After that, Janice said nothing.
She could scarcely control the way she was shivering as her husband led her down along the path which bordered the lake. Instead of heading towards the swimming area where she could see a dozen or so people laughing and splashing in the water, swimming out towards the raft which floated a hundred yards or so from the bank, Andy kept walking.
Ignoring the other guests, he pulled his wife along with him, feeling his rage boiling up inside of him, making his cheeks redden as he turned a bend and knew that now the two of them were completely out of sight from anyone else.
Their privacy assured, he let go of Janice's arm. She whimpered slightly. "You hurt me," she told him, pouting as she rubbed the reddened mark he had made on her forearm.
"You'll get over it," he told her, trying to be as nonchalant as possible. And saying this, he stripped off his polo shirt and sat himself across a convenient fallen log not far from the shore.
He was dressed in bermuda shorts and he kicked out his sandals into the soft grassy turf. The warm afternoon sun poured down on him and he craned his head up towards the sky, closing his eyes.
He liked the way the sun beat against his burly chest, warming his flesh as he motioned Janice to sit down alongside of him. She was strangely silent as she sat herself down on the log, wondering what he really wanted from her.
"I thought you wanted to swim," she said, breaking the silence he had seemed to impose. "Doesn't the water look great, Andy? Come on, honey. Let's be friends and go for a swim."
"But we are friends," he insisted. "You go, darling. I'll join you in a minute or two. I want to catch some rays."
Almost reluctantly, Janice got to her feet. She glanced back and saw that her husband wasn't looking at her. His eyes were still closed as he kept his head turned up towards the sun, smiling to himself.
So she peeled down to the buff, throwing her clothes on the grass as she skipped sylph-like down to the water's edge. She felt like a little girl, not having skinny-dipped since she was a kid. Wading out to where the water deepened, she threw herself forward and shouted for him to come join her.
Andrew kept smiling to himself, scheming frantically as he opened his eyes. He saw his wife bobbing about in the water, splashing and laughing, motioning with her arm for him to join her in the water.
Her breasts floated on top of the surface and her hair was wet, plastered back against her head. Slowly he got to his feet. But he didn't move down to the lake to join her. Instead, he turned around and walked into the surrounding woods.
Acting quickly, using a penknife he had purposely remembered to bring along, he cut down several slender young saplings, short whip-like twigs the early fall leaves of which were already turning red and russet.
He stripped these off, testing the give of the saplings. They were all of a uniform diameter, about twelve inches long and able to spring back like a well-balanced fishing pole. He slapped them against the side of his leg, surprised that they were so deadly.
For even a light slap made his flesh burn as he turned and headed back to the lake. He sat down on the log and kept his hands behind his back. "Hey, aren't you coming in?" Janice called out, completely innocent of what her husband had done in the woods.
"A little later," he called back. "Why don't you come out and let me dry you off, honey?"
He tried to make his voice as sweet as possible, even though he knew the tone sounded unctuous, nearly saccharine as Janice slowly paddled her way back to the shore. As she rose up out of the water, her skin shone and he noted how the triangular patch of blonde hair which surrounded her pussy was all matted down.
He could see the thin parenthetical lips of her succulent young snatch and he kept smiling as she stepped out of the water and strode towards him, laughing and dripping with each step she made.
But when she got close enough, Andy reached out and grabbed hold of her wrist. He pulled her towards his lap as she started to squirm, completely caught off-guard by his apparently good-natured mood. "Hey, what are you doing?" shr cried out as he threw her over his lap, wedging her into place by holding her slim narrow waist.
But instead of explaining, Andy let the birch speak for itself. The rosy ripe cheeks of her ass filled him with a perverse kind of joy and raising his hand he took aim and brought the bunch of saplings down against the center of her squirming buttocks.
"No!" Janice screamed out, feeling the twigs cutting into her flesh. She looked up to see her husband's hand descend once again, the saplings making a loud whooshing sound as they sliced through the air.
And then they collided with her buns, striping them hotly as Andy's eyes glowed and he began to laugh. "You thought you could get away with what you pulled last night, didn't you?" he asked, taking aim once again.
"But you said you didn't mind," .Janice cried, aware that the pain she was feeling was even worse than any spanking Andy had ever given her before, either with a belt, a hairbrush or even the flat calloused palm of his meaty hand.
The birch was lithe and springy. Supple, the twigs bent with the force of each blow and the harder Andy spanked her with them, the more he warmed up to the task. Already. .Janice was crying heatedly, writhing from side to side as she tried to pull out of his rigid grasp.
"I warned you," he said with a laugh. "You take too many liberties with me, kiddo. (Embarrassing me like that with another guy. And letting him do that to me. What are you. anyway? A fucking pervert who wants to see her husband corn holed?"
His voice shattered the silence around them and he raised his hand for yet another blow. And even as Janice kept moaning, tears of pain and torturous agony streaming down her reddened cheeks, her husband refused to stop or be intimidated by her plaintive cries of protest.
The birch twigs swished through the air as Janice's bottom winced and quivered. The skin was burning and her posteriors were starting to glow as one lashing followed another. Andy would not stop, no matter how much she screamed out in pain and indignation.
No, he too had suffered and thinking this made his aim even deadlier. He had now drawn blood on the third or fourth swipe and feeling that his actions were by now totally justified, he struck out with all of his might.
Janice's howl of terror meant nothing to him.
To see her flesh reddening, the welts and tracks of the birch swelling before his very eyes, was all the more reason for him to continue. "You won't do that to me again, will you?" he asked as she flinched and drew in her rosy ripe globes, trying to get out of the path of the lash.
"I promise. I swear. As God is my witness!" she screamed.
But Andy only laughed. Already there were long crimson furrows and ridges of torn and puckered skin crisscrossing her orbs. The blood trickled down along her calves, streaking her flesh like little rivulets as she smarted and felt the fires of agony burning into her buns.
She shoved her naked cunt up against his groin, feeling the bulky protrusion of his stiff and erect cock. But he wasn't ready to fuck her yet. Oh no, not by a long shot. Instead, his hand coursed through the air with extraordinary accuracy.
This time he made contact with the bottom part of her back, right below the dimpled concavity that sloped outward as her ass took shape. He stung the flesh where she had never felt him spank her before, nearly knocking her breath away from the searing impact of his powerful hand.
It felt as if someone was biting her, sharp needle-like teeth tearing into her nether flesh as the lean resilient saplings bent against the rounded slopes of her beautiful and quivering ass cheeks. And as she squirmed, Andy was rewarded with tantalizing and alluring glimpses of her pale golden cunt fur and the slick red walls of her gaping pussy.
Naked and still lurching about against his lap, Janice felt the next cut hit the tops of her calves. She was nearly senseless from the amazingly stimulative and brutal effects of the spanking her husband was giving her.
For despite the extreme and excruciating pain, her cunt was tingling and she moaned, "Enough," hardly able to speak, knowing that neither of them would now be satisfied unless they completed the act and she felt his massive column of cock-meat filling her to the very quick.
"Soon," Andrew promised. "Soon my darling," and as if to assure her that he meant business, he kept up the flogging, spanking her again and again until the saplings were bloodied and finally useless. They shredded apart and he dropped them to the ground, throwing Janice down to the grass.
"You need this. You needed this vacation, too," he laughed as he pulled down his shorts and released his stiff and throbbing cock.
And then he fell upon her, pounding his meat into her gaping hot snatch, knowing that Spankers Inn suited his tastes perfectly, knowing that he would probably come back to the resort for the rest of his life
