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