Disclaimer:(standard) Do not screw up. Do not do anything illegal. This includes specifically (but not limited to) reading on if you are under 18- 21 in some localities If you are underage you must leave now. If you're young and curious, this is not the place to get the straight story. You act like this and people will look at you strange and give you a wide berth. Also, don't try this at home. Some of this stuff is just plain wrong, most of it is unsafe in the present viral climate and some of it doesn't work in this universe. They are stories. They deal with ideas, fantasies and thoughts that might not even be pleasant in real life. Thoughts are like that. Fantasies are there so we can toy with the sensations without feeling or inflicting the pain, despair or humiliation. End Sermon. Whak-a-Molly (whack.txt) There! No, over there! That one! Ooops! Oh wait, this isn't that game. The only points in this game are on Molly's chest as she gets whacked. Not that Jim minds, no matter what he says. We're not sure if he understands the deeper psychology of punishment or if he's just a twisted bastard. M/F, M+/F, spank, oral, anal, humil, exhib. Whak-a-Molly He pushed the finger into her face until it nearly touched her nose. She went cross-eyed trying to focus on the 'grime' on the white cotton glove. "You slovenly pig! I can't believe I eat at the same table with such a filthy animal!" Jim's voice was low and menacing. Molly was trembling. She knew the pain that awaited her, but it wasn't fear that made her shake. She trembled in excitement. "You know what's coming," Jim said, "I can see your fat jell-o butt shake. Go into the other room and prepare." Telling Molly her butt was fat was part of the territory. As Jim looked at her bent over the back of the sofa he saw only two nicely rounded loafs of buttock. They were pale and smooth. Her bruises had healed. It was about time for a good whipping. He pulled his belt out of the loops. Molly shivered at the sound. He folded the belt and began. Molly was braced for the jarring jolt of pain, but it was always more than she could anticipate. No matter how many times Jim beat her with his belt, she could never be ready for the searing sting when the leather first kissed her ass. She screamed and Jim hit her harder. He moved down to her thighs and made her dance involuntarily. He whipped the belt against her cheeks again. The shock was muffled, but she felt the pain of a reopened wound as he laid stripe on stripe. It hurt too much to hurt any more. The fire was as hot as the fire could be. Molly moaned as the belt fell again and again. The only motion of her ass came from the force of his belt. Jim saw he had milked all the pain he could from her rear. Bright red, swollen streaks the width of his belt stood out on her buttocks. Here and there a broken line of deeper red showed where he had torn the skin away to the last layer. "Stand up," he ordered. He had hit her too hard, too quickly. She had reached her limit long before he was tired of whipping her. He gave her one more reminder. He caught her by surprise. The belt lashed across her breasts and made her feel nauseous. It was beyond pain. It felt like a mortal wound that made her center freeze. Her legs wouldn't support her. She fell to her knees behind the couch. She grabbed the back to keep from collapsing to the floor. Jim smiled. He dropped his belt and began unzipping his pants. Her pose made the transition obvious. He couldn't over-rule the decree of happenstance. He was pleased with the way he had taken her by surprise. That was hard to do after so many repetitions of the same ritual. Molly would be no more than an unconscious bundle of lust now. She'd need his cock now to quench the fires burning on her flesh. There was a cock in her face. The cold from her center had come to her skin and made goose bumps break out as she opened her mouth for the cock. It was a good cock. It distracted her attention as it filled her mouth. She sucked the cock. It was already quite hard so she moved slowly up and down on it. She wanted to tease this cock. She wanted it to fuck her. She wanted to be rolled onto her burning ass and pounded into the floor. She wanted the pain of her beating to add their flames to the feel of this cock driving into her. She wanted to cum doubly screaming for the pain and for the pleasure. She would squeeze her own damaged nipples to drive her to the highest heights. She was greedy for something else. Jim let her suck slowly on his cock while he decided whether or not to give it to her. Then her mouth got the better of his calm and he decided. Only his was a different plan. He pulled Molly up and led her around the couch. He sat down and leaned back, his cock projecting straight into the air. "Now climb on this, you little bitch, and fuck me 'till I cum," Jim said. She shivered like she was freezing as she slid the warm haven of her cunt down on his jutting pole. Her ass jerked so nicely when the tender cheeks bumped his thighs. She was going to work to satisfy him this time. It was all her dreams wrapped in a tantalizing package. She could try to avoid bumping her rear, but that only made it worse when she was shocked by the intermittent pains at the accidental collisions. Her rear was getting its and she could tell her breasts would give her more of the same when they flew about later. She slapped her ass down on him. The stiff stalk deep in her cunt almost balanced the shock to her rear. She was going to take him hard. She would set the fires to make her burn up in her lust. Her cunt was hot. Her butt was hot. Jim lay back and let her warm his groin. He could tell by her peculiar whimpers that she was in an ecstasy of pain. She wasn't avoiding contact with his thighs. Her hands were on his knees to steady herself as she slapped her wounded butt down hard on his lap. She was working hard to satisfy him. It was going to take quite a bit of work to make him cum. She would be tired and sore. But Jim knew she would keep trying until she had accomplished her task. He didn't understand it, but he did appreciate her resolve. She wasn't the ordinary woman. He remembered when he had first discovered that... "Pinch them!" she had cried out. They had been dating nearly a month. It was the third or fourth time she had slept with him. He had tried to be gentle and loving and careful, but she didn't respond. Each time they made love she was more demanding. He had discovered she liked it rough. She had no use for slow, gentle strokes. She wanted him to fuck her hard, like he was a barbarian bent on rape. She wanted his fingers to dig into her flesh as he fucked her. He thought it was some kind of poor damsel rape fantasy at first. Then he tweaked her nipples to make her cum harder. She demanded more. Her impending climax acted like a truth serum. She wanted pain. She begged him to clamp down on her nipples- and twist. Her orgasm was ballistic when he complied. He could barely keep his cock inside her as she wrenched about in the throes. After the initial surprise, Jim found there was part of him that responded. Digging his nails into her buttocks until they left marks as he drove into her for his climax made them both pitch about wildly as they came. Her response brought out the beast in him and as a beast he had the best orgasms of his life. Then, during an argument, pain became their foreplay. He didn't remember what they argued about. He just remembered grabbing her wrist and jerking her around. Like a scene from childhood, he chased her into the bedroom by swatting her rear, all the time shouting at her about listening to what he said. He hadn't felt like he had done any damage as she skipped and jumped in the air at those swats. In the bedroom, he pulled her over his lap and finished the job. He pulled up her skirt and spanked her. That wasn't enough. He yanked down her panties and began again on the bare skin of her ass. She was crying real tears, hot, angry tears when he spilled her on the bed. She had rolled face down, sobbing into the pillow, her butt exposed and her underwear hanging from one ankle. The sight made him suddenly aware of his throbbing hard-on. He wanted her right then. She made protesting noises as he grabbed her ankle and rolled her over, but he found she was sopping wet when he fell on her and shoved his cock into her cunt. It was quick, brutal and the best yet. Despite the fact it took him little more than a dozen thrusts to fill her belly with his cum, Molly joined him. That was when he realized the kind of woman he had. Molly was wailing now. Jim knew every tortured part of her was screaming for release. She couldn't quite get off and the frustration was making her ass sporadic bouncing on his cock. Jim knew she would be forever trying to fuck him hard enough, fast enough to get him off. It was more to relieve his own needs than to end her frustration that he pushed her off his lap. She landed on hands and knees. Jim followed her and was back in her hot cunt in an instant. He finished the job. She howled again as he slapped into her bright red ass and then trembled as he made her cum. Jim drove hard into her spasming cunt and unloaded the day's worth of jizm inside her. When Jim finally admitted to himself that he enjoyed hurting Molly, he had to wrestle with the implications. In this discussion, Molly's liking for pain had no bearing. He had to examine this brutality he discovered in himself. He ended by examining the rules that made him feel wrong. Who told him he shouldn't hit girls? Why was it wrong to express his dominance with force? The answers, it seemed to Jim, revealed an attempt by the weak to take away the strong's advantage. In this discussion, Molly's liking for pain became a prime consideration. She didn't want her man castrated by convention. Something in her made her crave a man powerful enough to enforce his control. The mechanics of pain becoming pleasure didn't interest Jim. It was enough that Molly liked him to spank her, to pinch her, to make her feel his control over her body. He concluded that there was no reason not to give her what she wanted. He could enjoy his part without guilt. He should consider himself lucky that they found so much pleasure together in these pursuits. He tired quickly of the pretense that Molly had done a bad thing and needed to be punished. Her 'naughty' behavior became a strain on both of them. It was so fake when she admitted tearfully that she had broken a dish or spilled something that Jim spoke the unspeakable. "You don't need to dream up an excuse," he told her, "Let's make a deal. I'll tell you when you've done something wrong. I'll swat your bottom when I feel like it. You don't have to give me a reason." Molly positively quivered at the thought. She was so giddy that Jim didn't stop at a spanking. When he had turned her ass a bright blush red with his hand, he threw her on the bed and continued to smack her glowing rear with a slipper. Molly came while he was hitting her and twice more when he rolled her over and fucked her. She was a sobbing demon under him and they had the most furious sex they ever had. She bit his shoulder as he came and it felt like all his insides were pouring out through his dick into her. There came a point where escalation was no longer feasible. Jim had beaten her furiously with a bed slat and then pulled her to her knees to fuck her purple ass from behind. He had felt like a monster, but a fulfilled monster as he humped her bruised bottom and came triumphantly. The next day Molly couldn't sit, could barely move from the effects of the beating. Although she happily absolved him of any blame, Jim knew this couldn't go on. They would have to pace themselves. The truly brutal would have to be a rare treat. They would have to satisfy themselves with lesser punishments and let anticipation of those extreme sessions tease them. It was at that time Jim experimented with other ways to make Molly scream. Nipples clips, nipples clips alone, nipples clips and a spanking, nipple clips on her clit, provided excitement for a time. But soon those permutations lost their novelty and were added to the routine as part of the rotation. Jamming his cock in her ass lasted one time as a supreme statement of his dominance. She was unready and unsure about the whole thing as he took the alternate route amid her screams of protest. But she liked it too much. It seemed it hurt her just the right way, with an intimate and personal pain that was the essence of erotic pain to her. On top of a good spanking it was a more personal punishment, directed at the core of sexual pain. She wanted him to ass- fuck her regularly and he did. That was the line Jim walked in his quest to bring more and better to their bedroom. He loved the resistance of her asshole as he had to force his cock in it. Molly mewled delightfully as he jammed his cock deep in her ass. It was tight in her ass and Molly's struggles made it a great fuck. But there was more. Great was high on the scale, but it was a logarithmic scale. A little better brought mind-blowing orgasms that seemed to leave them floating above the clouds. Jim was striving for newness that could take them to such heights. "Ow!" complained Molly as he slapped her welted ass. "Now get your dirty self into the bathroom so we can wash off your filth," Jim demanded. They had not originally thought of such games when they had the shower installed. It took Jim's inventive mind to see the possibilities of the massaging shower head and the bidet attachment. The hot water both stung and was soothing as Jim played it over Molly's broken skin. The soap only stung. He washed her roughly to arouse the fire still lingering in the marks. He pushed her down so the stream fell on her head and then stepped forward to push his cock into her face. The hot spray on his belly and Molly's wet mouth made his cock spring to life in short order. Now he could have fun too. He pulled her up and pushed her forward so her hands rested against the wall of the shower. Molly thought she knew his intention when he carefully soaped the crack of her ass. He was going to ram his cock up her asshole. He was going to spank her burning cheeks as he drove that spike into the middle of her. She squeaked when the water cut off. Instead of the hot spray on her back, there was a thin powerful stream of intensely hot water hitting her belly. She yelped when the water was directed over her cunt lips. It was HOT! She knew her sex parts were lobster red from the heat. Then Jim moved the stream inside her. She was filled, but in an unembodied way. Her cunt flared out at the force of the water, but it was not solid and made her feel she was being fucked by a ghost cock made of heat. Then Jim rammed his cock up her ass. She jerked as if it was the first time. Her breath grunted out of her in surprise as the broad head of his cock forced open her unsuspecting sphincter. The water felt boiling in her cunt as it surged inside her with his forceful entry into her ass. She could hear the water gush in spurts as he thrust into her tightest passage. His cock made the water gush as he drove into her and the flow filled her again as his cock retreated. It felt as if he and the ghost were fucking her in tandem. Then Jim slapped against her raw buttocks and she didn't care who was doing what. She was lost in the sea of sensation. Her cunt wanted to spasm the water away, but it didn't cease. His cock was inexorable probing her bowels. And her ass sparkled as he reawakened the pain. Molly couldn't distinguish between one long orgasm and many. All she knew was she was out of her head with all the feelings. Then Jim squeezed her breasts and she teetered on the edge of consciousness- the edge closest to heaven. Jim could feel the water surging in her cunt as he fucked her ass. It made her ass hotter than it had ever been before. The further tickle of the flow gave the tight grip of her bowel an added twist. He was ready to enjoy it. He jammed into her with short strokes at first. This time he didn't have to hurry. He had saved this for second so he could fuck her ass to his heart's content. Molly jerked into motion as he slapped on her rear. Jim was ready for the ride of his life. The only change when he dropped the nozzle forcing the stream into her cunt was Molly's frantic thrashing as he gripped her breasts in his hands. He didn't think she noticed the water had gone away and then he didn't care. Her ass was deep, tight, hot and moving like a wild mare. He fucked her ass as hard as he could and then delivered his second copious load of cum of the evening into her butt. They paid for their fun with long stripes of bruises across Molly's ass. Jim wouldn't even spank her until they began to turn green and yellow. He did press on them, squeeze them and that brought an interesting ouchy, almost pain. Molly had to concentrate to sustain the tantalizing sensation, but that only made Jim's cock feel more fierce as he drove it in her cunt. He held her up by the butt, fingers digging into the cheeks and fucked her hard. Her cunt made wet sucking sounds as he fucked her. The bruises didn't stop Jim from fucking her in the ass, but he was withholding that until she could stand a spanking to make her anticipation grow. For his own part, Jim was happy with the 'shluck, shluck, shluck' of his cock pistoning into Molly's cunt. Her cunt sucked on his cock as he fucked her. All her muscles were tight as he pestered the soreness of her ass. His forefinger crept across her cheek. He pressed the finger down the crack of her ass and curled it up into her asshole. "Oh yeah! You know how- ow - much I like that!" she gasped, breaking into a squeak in mid-sentence as Jim jerked up on her asshole. That put Molly's motor in gear. Jim had enjoyed fucking her wet twat, but there was no comparison to having Molly moving. The finger keeping her asshole from clenching aroused her, the promise of another jerk on the round muscle energized her. Molly wiggled on his finger and stirred his cock in her cunt. He pushed the finger deeper and her hips jerked up and down on his finger. It was better for both of them when Molly was moving. "You know there's only one thing I like better than having a finger in my ass while we're fucking," Molly said as they lay on the bed. Jim looked at her. She wouldn't need prompting to continue. "That's having you rub my clit while you're fucking me in the ass," Molly finished. "And you'll have to be a good girl for a long time because I'm not fucking your ass until I can spank you," Jim informed her. There was only a brief respite in Molly's wait of frustration. Jim did spank her ass a blush pink and then fuck it, but then he announced he wanted her to heal to milky white before she got any cock in her ass again. She was too disappointed to hear anything strange in his announcement. She had come to think of her 'being good' times as another subtler torture that tormented her with tepid sex. Jim explained with actions rather than words. He brought his favorite ping-pong paddle, sandpaper, not rubber, out of the drawer and told Molly to drop her pants. He turned her to face away and examined her ass. He poked at her butt with a finger to keep her attention. Finally, he pushed his fingers into the crack of her ass and pulled the cheeks open to expose her asshole. He could feel Molly shiver. "You're going to be glad we gave your ass a break before the night is over," Jim promised. The shiver became a tremor. Molly had to remember to breathe. Her excitement, as usual, was mixed with fear. Jim was going to hurt her. The pain brought surges of adrenalin and ultimately pleasure, but it was pain. Her natural instinct was to dread it. At the same time she felt contentment as they moved toward another evening of pain and then other-worldly sex. She was excited for Jim to lead her into the routine. She was panting in anticipation of his rough treatment and the fucking that would follow. Jim broke from tradition right from the start. He didn't undress her. The short top dropped away from her breasts, but then they were pushed back against the cloth when he bent her over the arm of the couch. Her pants cushioned her knees as he forced her to kneel. Molly went into a state of alert at her position. He was wicked when he put her on her knees. There wasn't anywhere to go, no room for flinching from the blows, no give to dull the impact. Her cheeks weren't stretched as tight and each smack seemed to last longer as her rear wobbled with his spanking. He began. Her left cheek exploded in the burning blush left by the paddle. He struck again. This time her right cheek felt the stinging pain of the paddle. He could isolate each cheek with the small, round surface. He interspersed sharp, quick flicks with full-armed whacks. Her pleas for mercy echoed in her own ears. Soon she was repeating only, oh please, oh please, as he swatted her burning butt. "Jeeze, you're really hitting her hard," came a voice. Molly's eyes flew open in shock, followed immediately by another yell as the paddle cracked against her ass. It wasn't Jim's voice. She tried to look around as Jim smacked her rear again. It was no use, she couldn't see Jim or anyone else. "You'll be glad," came Jim's voice, "It makes her so hot she can't help herself." Molly knew at once what was happening and what was going to happen. She spent equal time trying to convince herself she was wrong and despairing her fate. Why would- he couldn't- another man watching? Her mental commotion didn't stop her from responding to the continuing strokes of the paddle. Her eyes teared and she cried out each time the sandpaper hit tender flesh. It did confuse the feelings in her pussy. Usually by this point she was craving the soothing sex that came after a spanking. Her nerve ends were all on fire and she needed sex to turn the burn to stimulation and orgasms. At the moment, she was still gripped by the combination of fear and lust that had preceded her spanking. Jim had changed the rules and she didn't know what to think about the change. "Go ahead," Jim said, "She's hot for it now." Molly felt someone come up behind her. Hands pulled open her aching cheeks and a cock pressed against her asshole. It was slippery and took a moment to press directly against her rectum. She knew it wasn't Jim. The cock felt smaller as it pushed open her sphincter and forced its way into her asshole. She looked back to see who was fucking her ass. Without the steady whack of the paddle distracting her, she managed to see the man. She didn't recognize him. He was a tall blonde man. He was a tall blonde man with his cock halfway up her ass. Her pussy began to churn. While her pussy was responding to the forbidden ass-fucking, her heart was going cold. Why was Jim doing this to her? Did he think of her as his whore, to hand out to his friends? She was not excited to be fucked by a stranger, no matter how much she responded to the cock in her ass. Again she was split as her body enjoyed the ass-fucking for fucking's sake and her heart feared it had lost Jim's love. Her body betrayed her with trembles as the stranger pounded hard on her captive butt. She couldn't join his joy when he ground against her ass and squirted his cum deep inside her. She felt the desolation was her due when he pulled his cock out of her ass and left her feeling empty. "I hope that got you warmed up," Jim sneered at her. He stepped into his friend's place. His cock blocked her gaping asshole and then slid easily to the hilt. "I told you you'd be glad we let your ass heal," he said as he leaned against her and let his cock bask in the heat of her ass. He jerked upward, straining her sphincter and making her yelp. Then he pulled back and slammed brutally into her. The shivers came back. She collapsed onto the sofa and let him push her face into the couch as he rammed into her asshole. She didn't have to feel desolate. It was Jim. She could let herself go and float away on the pleasure of the pain. She was in just the state to do that. The emotional roller-coaster had her heart thumping like it wanted to escape her chest. Her sexual urge swelled up to incorporate her turmoil. She was screaming as Jim pounded on her battered ass. They were screams of animal pleasure. Molly had not accepted her situation. She only let it slip her mind in the barrage of Jim's thrusts. Happily, she stayed in her blissful ignorance as Jim painfully fucked her ass and added his jizm to the stranger's. Her abandonment came back with huge, wracking sobs when Jim pulled her up and exiled her to a corner. She leaned her head into the joining of the walls and pulled her cheeks apart as Jim ordered and cried. Every rejection she had suffered in her life because she was different came back to her as she bemoaned her fate. Jim was busy soothing a white-faced pal. "I thought you said they were all cunts and you'd like to give one what she deserved," Jim said. "But man, she's your wife! How can you treat her like that?" the man was saying. Jim was disgusted. Tie 'em up and smack 'em around was all the guy talked about when he talked about women. Here he was, white as a nancy- boy, horrified that Jim did exactly that. "You're the last person I thought would wimp out," Jim said. "You sure make it sound like you're a tough guy. You covering up for being a faggot? You sure looked pretty comfortable fucking an asshole." He didn't deserve an explanation. Molly's kink and their private life would stay private. Jim would take the credit/blame for the scene. He didn't owe Mr. Bigmouth anything. He did owe Molly an explanation. "Right there. Down on your knees!" he demanded as he led Molly to the edge of their bed. She knelt by the bed with her head bowed. Jim sat on the bed in front of her. "Stop blubbering," he ordered. "I did it for you." Molly lifted her tear-stained face slowly to look at him. Her bottom lip stuck out in a pout. Her eyes were sad. Her look struck Jim as funny, but he suppressed his laughter. "Okay, I did it for me too, but I didn't think you'd take it like this," he explained. "You know how long it took me to understand the way you are. It didn't come naturally for me. But it obviously was so good for you I did it and started to understand." Jim took a deep breath. "When I got the hang of it- how spanking you could make it better for me, another part of me woke up," Jim said. It made sense to him, but he was finding it hard to put it the right way looking into her disheveled face. He didn't want to call her a slut until she understood how he meant it. "You remember when I was trying to beat you to death because it was never enough?" he asked. "You never wanted to stop me, did you?" Molly slowly shook her head. "We had to find another way. I had to find another way," Jim said. "I found out scaring you made hitting you more effective. If I made you tremble first, I didn't have to hit you so hard to make it good." Jim paused to pick his words. "I got off on it," Jim said. He didn't have to guess at her reasons. He'd simply confess his own feelings. "I guess my kink is ordering you around," he said. "Spanking you made me a little bit extra horny. Telling you to do things, especially when you hesitated, made me a whole lot horny." "I can't say it any other way," Jim said after a pause, "I get off by humiliating you. I know it sounds sick. I wanted to watch you take it in the ass from another man. For some reason the cheaper I make you, the sexier you are to me." Jim had trouble meeting her eyes as he explained. When he dared look up from his lap, Molly was grinning at him. "I thought you didn't love me any more." Molly said. "Then it's okay?" Jim asked hopefully. "Of course not," Molly said, watching his face fall before continuing, "It's not okay just like beating your wife isn't okay, but it's the way we are. You still loved me when you found out how sick I am. I'll do anything for you, just promise me you'll still love me." Thinking about it later, Jim decided it was just the right answer. It wasn't humiliating if she didn't mind. Molly had struck the right tone of desperation in agreeing. In later trials, Molly found she had made the right decision. Mixed with pain, fear and shame made an interesting blend. Freed of her concern for Jim's intent, she could wallow in her humiliation and it was good. Molly sat on her heels beside the hot tub. A few flakes of snow danced lazily in the air. The cold made her nipples hard and brought goosebumps to her skin, but she wasn't freezing. She was at most chilled. Inside the lodge, Jim was watching. It wasn't a play. There were no scripted lines. He had told the others, loudly, that Molly was a slut and he'd given up trying to keep her home. He declared her fair game for anyone that wanted her. He was waiting to see what happened. The only guarantee was Molly would be punished. She would be punished for fucking too many men or she would be punished for not fucking enough. That was her reward for playing her part. The first, whose name was Jerry, seemed a bit shocked to find her nude and waiting. Guys at the lodge were famous for making such offers sound better than they were. At best, he'd expected an awkward kind of courtship as he talked the hesitant wife into going through with the plan. There was no doubt Molly was ready for him and eager to get into the warm water. Still, she waited for Jerry to offer her his hand before she moved. In the tub she was a bit shy, but obedient. Jerry found he had to tell her everything, but when he did, she instantly obeyed. He got the hang of it rather quickly. Jim was proud of Molly and even prouder of himself. He knew it wasn't Molly's heart's desire to be these men's plaything. She was doing it for him. He had quite a woman. He resolved to punish her particularly well to reward her. The second man, Al, didn't give Jerry enough time. Molly was astride Jerry, fucking him as the Jacuzzi jets played over Jerry's balls. He watched for a moment and then approached the coupling pair. "You think you can handle two of us?" Al asked. Molly didn't reply. She looked into Jerry's eyes. She didn't have the right to accept or refuse. It was up to Jerry. "As long as you remember I was here first," Jerry agreed. "I don't want you fucking it up for me." "How about she blows me until you're done?" Al proposed. Jim took his hand out of his crotch and put it on the arm of the chair. It was almost impossible to resist the urge to beat off as he watched two men with Molly, but he knew he had to conserve his strength. He would get his later and it would be even better than this. Jerry didn't leave after he'd shot his first load into Molly. He waited as Al took his place and found out about the tickling stream. Once Molly was moving up and down on Al's cock, Jerry gave her his cock to suck. Jim suspected the raw sexuality of a threesome with another man's wife snapped Jerry's cock to attention faster than normal, but he really didn't know how fast Jerry usually responded. It was clear Jerry was ready before Al was near being done. Jim watched as Jerry squatted down behind Molly. Then they were all going at it and Jim had to assume the two men were making a Molly sandwich. He knew how much Molly liked anal sex. He wondered how much she was liking it now. It wasn't so much the two cocks that Molly was responding to. It was more exciting than one, but there was more excitement in knowing Jim was watching her. Sex was okay, but Molly always craved something extra. Two cocks was extra, but nothing like thinking about Jim getting hornier and hornier as he watched. Her excitement came from her anticipation of what Jim would do to her when they were together. Al wanted to have his turn in Molly's ass, but no one showed up. He finally left and Molly sat down on her heels by the tub again. The cold was much colder now. Wet Molly was threatening to freeze in the chilly air. Her teeth chattered from the moment she left the hot water for the cold air. Her nipples became frozen nubs that were numb to pleasure or pain. She was too stiff to rise on her own when another man approached her. He had to lift her from her squat and help her into the now too hot water. Only four men availed themselves of Jim's offer. He rescued Molly when it was evident no more were going to show. He wrapped her in a blanket and spirited her off to their room where he had a hot bath drawn to thaw her out. That was the beginning of her punishment. Warm, dry and cozy, Jim again took her outside. He wanted to start fresh with the punishment he had planned. He stuffed snow in her bra, pulled down her pants and had her sit in the snow. While her parts froze again, he stood over her and had her suck his cock. It was doubtful anyone watched, but the thrill was still there for both of them. Then he turned her over and whipped her frozen ass with a pine bough- not fir, not spruce- pine with short, sharp needles. Not that it made a difference to Molly. She was numb to the pricks of the needles. She only felt the dulled swat of the branch as she knelt with her naked ass in the air and her face bathed in the cold emanating from the snow next to her face. But even dulled, Molly could tell the branch was landing hard. "You want to do it out in the open? You want the world to watch while you take on every available man?" Jim berated her as he whipped her with the branch. "Then I'll show you how I like it out for the world to see." Molly didn't understand his need, but she did understand that he was yelling at her as part of it. For her part, Molly was finding that being humiliated was a high risk behavior and she got the same kind of quiver anticipating the dangers of revelation as she did anticipating a good, hard spanking. Only this spanking seemed to be wasted. Pants up, butt beaten and with breasts burning with cold, Molly was dragged back to their room. Jim stripped her down and told her to stand by the fire. Molly got an inkling when her body began to ache as the warmth returned to her skin. Jim saw her shift uncomfortably and knew what she was feeling. "Now turn toward me and take one big step back," Jim ordered. Molly no longer wondered what Jim meant to do. The wall of heat from the fireplace falling on her bottom told her what was to come. She began to feel the prickle before she stepped back into the real heat. It was enough to go from cold to heat, but her butt was peppered with nicks and pricks from the bough as well as the welts. The fire was making all of them hurt. "When you've had enough of the sting, I'm going to put oven mitts on you and bend you over the fire so your tits can have a taste," Jim told her, "Let me know when you're ready." Here their two desires came together. Molly's rear was baking, stinging, aching. Jim was treating her like property. Molly looked forward to the rough fucking she would get as he played out his game and made hers better. A cry escaped Molly's lips. Musing had left her in front of the fire until her rear was cherry red. It hurt something marvelous. She stepped away and put out her hands before the fire raised blisters on her butt. Jim had oven mitts. He had planned this from the start. Molly braced herself on the brick of the fireplace and felt the ache as the fire warmed her chilly breasts. Her butt was warm in Jim's hands as he pried her ass apart. It looked like her butt was sunburned. The cheeks were warm around his cock as he put it to her asshole. The lube he had spread on his cock was mostly scraped away as he forced his cock into her asshole. It didn't matter. It had been enough to get him into the hot tunnel. He grabbed her hips and rammed his cock home. He didn't hold back. Molly gasped as the slap of his belly on her rear brought fresh waves of sharp pain to her ass. She could hardly feel the burn in her breasts as Jim pounded on her rear. She was cumming when Jim slid his hands up to her breasts. They were hot. The fire had done its job quickly. Jim pulled out of her ass and dragged her away from the fire. Molly's punishment had just begun. Molly was unsure. The fire had been like an added presence urging her to cum. It had made her respond so quickly. She was disappointed when Jim stopped. She wondered if that was it. Jim kept her unsure as he led her back to the bedroom. "We have to do something about those cuts," he said as he turned her around and bent her over. Molly's spirits dropped when she felt Jim's greasy hands smooth over her butt. Her disappointment lasted a split second before she felt the burn. Jim was coating her ass with liniment. She shrieked as the liniment heated, turning each scrape and cut to fire. "There we go. That's the ass I love," Jim said as her rear twitched with the stinging burn. The sensation seemed to grow until if filled Molly's mind with prickling, itching pain. She wanted to rub her ass, but she knew she shouldn't. She needed Jim to fuck her, but he didn't. "Please," she begged, "Please do something. Fuck me or something." "Didn't get enough fucking every guy at the lodge?" Jim teased her, "Well, I don't want my dick feeling like your ass, but maybe there is something you can do." He made her kneel down and shoved his cock into her face. He was still hard. It was a relief to have any distraction from the irritation covering her ass. Perhaps all she needed was the distraction or perhaps the liniment was losing its strength, but Molly was in less distress as she sucked on Jim's cock. She sucked greedily, wanting his cock to occupy her full attention. She took him deep, letting his gagging cock keep her mind on that end of her body. Jim didn't allow the relief for long. The way Molly was sucking, he couldn't allow it for long. He pulled his cock away from her when it got too hard to hold back and pulled Molly to her feet by the hair. "Get in the tub," he ordered, "We're going to wash you off." He had not drained the tub. The water that had revived her had turned room temperature which felt extremely chilly to her skin. She lay on her back in the water and Jim climbed in between her legs. "Now we'll see what all those guys got from you," he grinned. Molly's passion had not cooled in the water, but physical consequences didn't care about her passion. Her cunt no longer bloomed open like a flower. She was hot on the inside, but the passage inside was cold and resistant. That was the best part for Jim. Outside, cold water bathing his balls. Inside, a wet furnace of heat. The fact he had to force his cock into Molly only fed his fantasy of forcing his slut wife to fuck him as revenge for her infidelities. He didn't need much fantasy once he was fucking Molly's hot cunt. He held her hips up so her cunt broke above the water. The contrast between his warm cock and his cold balls became sharper. He fucked Molly faster. Her cunt felt good enough to make him cum, but his cold balls weren't in the mood. That meant he could keep fucking her like he was cumming and enjoy the supreme rush of sensation and not blow his load. "Please, Jim, please," Molly whined. "Fuck my ass! Fuck my cold, shrunken asshole right now!" She wanted the surge. She was in the midst of a wailing long orgasm and she wanted his cock to shock her eyes open and give her the burst of pain that turned orgasmic bliss into a cosmic kind of being. "You want it? You want it, you horny little bitch?" Jim teased her and kept fucking her cunt. Suddenly he pulled back. It worked both to stop him from cumming and to give Molly a reverse kind of surge. He stood in the tub and pulled her up. He had planned on buggering her, but her pleas changed his mind. "You're worried about your ass?" he bellowed, "I'll take care of your ass." He threw her, still wet, halfway on the bed with her legs dangling over the end. He stretched her arms out and tied her to the corners of the bed. "Now I'll give your ass what it deserves," he menaced. They both were imagining what thoughts the people in the adjoining rooms were having as they heard the noise. Molly bellowed loudly over the first echoing splat and then was ashamed of her reaction. Jim was swatting her rear with a rolled up magazine. The slick cover made a horrendous slapping noise when it struck her flesh, but the sting of the blow was mild. Molly didn't cry out as he slapped the magazine on her butt again. She struggled with her bonds. This was teasing punishment. It sounded harsh, but was barely enough for her to count. She felt betrayed by the noise that Jim was making because it didn't bring her the pain its volume promised. Jim was living in the next rooms, savoring them hearing him act out the aggrieved and violent husband. The scenes he imagined they pictured were out of his fantasy. Horsewhipping the bitch, teaching her what kind of man he was. Then he fucked her ass. He drew a loud reaction from Molly. Unexpecting and unprepared, Molly wasn't certain what he had done to bring her that feeling for an instant. Then he heaved again and she felt the realization and the pain of his fucking her ass at the same time. She reared up against the ties holding her to the bed. Her toes scrabbled for a hold to brace herself against his vigorous intrusion. And she whined like a whipped puppy. Her sharp little cries as he jabbed his cock inch by inch into her ass made Jim pause between each new stab into her bowels. He was creating theater, if only in his own mind. He was still picturing the people next door conjuring up images of him slapping Molly across the room and then throwing himself on her and raping her brutally. It was ironic that he was being less brutal than normal in hopes of creating a more brutal image for eavesdroppers. It was interesting, from Molly's perspective, that less brutal was still effective. She could not ride the shriek of his cock forcing open her ass into a run-away tumble into climax, but his entrance was like being lowered, click by click of a chain, into uncertain doom. She was not adjusting to his penetration before he filled her with more cock. He was jarring the ability to adjust with every new intrusion that bit deeper into her ass. It was like the first stretch of his cock opening her sphincter was prolonged while he inched his cock in her ass fully. She hung in the half-world of fearful anticipation as he gave her time to concoct terrible consequences that would come when his cock stabbed to the root in her ass. She felt the helplessness of her bondage more sharply as she waited for these terrible things to come. She didn't even hear her own cries as the pound of her heart and her short, shallow breaths filled her ears. His cock was like a slow fuse and Molly was building up to an explosion. "Now scream," Jim goaded her as he buried the last inch of his cock in her ass. "Tell everyone how you like giving up your ass to its rightful owner." It was easy for Molly to fall into Jim's pain-rape scenario. Thoughts of neighbors had been pushed out of her mind as his cock pushed into her ass. Her world was a short expanse of covers and the pillows on the bed that she could see. In that world she was a prisoner being ass-fucked by a domineering man. Fear was a less sharp encourager than pain, but meatier and more all-intrusive. Jim drew back an inch and rammed into her ass to add the pain. Molly howled as the heat of passion surged through her body. "I deserve it!" Molly shouted. "Hurt my ass! Fuck it hard! I need a good lesson!" Jim couldn't restrain himself. It was too perfect. He was too busy pounding hard on Molly's ass to evaluate her utterances exactly, but somehow he still knew she was fulfilling both their fantasies with a spooky precision. When he came, he was gripping Molly's shoulders to pull her back and straining against her ass as if to split her buttocks apart and drive his cock even deeper into her ass. It was one of the best ever shared climaxes for them. Jim was satisfied like never before with his cruel performance and Molly had found something in his fantasy to enhance her own need for emotional overload to add to her sexual passion. Molly had to learn how to convert the feelings she had the next day into something positive, however. That did not come at all naturally. For Jim it was all good. The looks Molly got the next day were at the best unsettling. Men leered at her with smug smiles on their faces. At first she thought they were still responding to Jim's announcement that she was fair game. When they went no farther than the looks, she needed another explanation. Jim decoded it for her. "They're smug because you got what you deserve and they wish they could do the same thing to their wives or girlfriends," Jim explained. "And they don't know I like it," Molly started to see a way to turn the unsettled feeling into her own smug reception of their looks. "They don't want to know," Jim corrected, "They hope it turns you into a submissive sex toy. They don't care how." There was one troubling part in that reply. "Is that why you do it?" she asked, not sure she wanted an answer. "Which part? Make you a sex toy or want other guys to think you are one?" Jim asked. Molly wasn't sure it made a difference. She was beginning to see Jim's fantasies in a different light. "We're both using them," Jim anticipated her objection. "I get off on having a wife that makes other men jealous. For that I need them to think I'm the king of my castle. I get off even more seeing what you're willing to do to make me happy. For that they serve as the difference between pretend and reality." Molly felt only a little reassured. Jim saw her look. "Do you want me to take you over my knee right now?" he asked sternly. "Do you want me to pull down your pants and spank your ass right here?" Molly's heart fluttered. She was still unconvinced about Jim's argument, but she was distracted by the sudden spike of excitement his mention of publicly spanking her brought. "You see," Jim's tone softened. "That's the way it is when I see you with another man just because I ask." She was excited because she knew he would spank her. She could see how that would be interesting but not exciting if it was only a joke. Telling him she'd suck a guy's dick would be the same. It would grow to be a tiresome lie if she never took another man's dick into her mouth. It still bothered her. And then she saw his point about the sexiness of her submission. Like it would be a lie to tease about fucking another man, it would be something other than submission if she wanted all the others. It was no logic. Wanting her to not want something? That was as twisted as her own craving for pain to feel its pleasure. She didn't understand it, but she felt closer to Jim for his sharing his own desires with her. He'd been horrid to her. He'd invented ways to make her heart rush and make her scream. She had to be grateful. "I'm glad we had this talk," Jim said lovingly, reaching out to take her hand, "It never ceases to amaze me how selfish you are about your wants, your desires, your needs." His hand clamped down tight on hers as the direction of his speech turned. Molly's eyes widened in apprehension. He pulled her out of her chair. As she tried to rise, he pulled harder, making her come to him on her knees. "I promised you a spanking," he told her, "Lay over my knees and don't make it worse for yourself." Molly looked around nervously. There was no one around at the moment, but Jim was sitting only 20 feet from the main desk. She could hear voices coming from the bar in the next room. Her immediate problem was not making her plight worse by not obeying Jim. She crawled up over his knees and positioned herself for the promised spanking. Maybe if she was willing he would consider that enough and not embarrass her. "I see you at least have sense," Jim praised her. "Let's see what else you've got." Molly squeezed the chair as Jim tugged at the waistband of her ski pants. There was no reason to hope he would leave her underwear up. She knew he wouldn't. She was going to lay across his lap with her butt exposed and he was going to spank her. She would be responsible for part of her shame. Certainly it would be her cries that attracted an audience. It would be like she called them in to witness her humiliation. "Excuse me sir," came the flat tone of the desk clerk. Even Molly's rear blushed with her chagrin. She was going to be in the middle of a scene, reputation blotted forever by this abnormal display. Pictures in the paper, every detail reported in lascivious glee, the world was going to be part of her shame. "A man in the bar sent me to ask if you would very much mind taking this woman in there before you begin," the clerk said. "He was very much interested in watching you 'correct her' was I believe the words he used." "I don't mind at all," Jim said. "Tell him we will be there presently." "You hear that?" he asked Molly. "You have fans." That wasn't what Molly heard. She heard she was going to given a public spanking on her naked rear. She was scared, but her butt already tingled in anticipation of the sting. She knew other people would watch her howl as Jim paddled her. They would see what kind of slut she was for pain. The unknown was what she would do after the spanking. Who would she beg for relief when she was horny out of her mind? Who would she take on to rid herself of the burning itch? "We don't want to have shabby costumes," Jim told her as he put her on her feet. "Take those things off." Bottomless, Jim led her into the bar and introduced himself to an old man sitting at the bar with a hawk-nosed, skinny woman with an obvious boob job. For their viewing pleasure, Jim sat on the table of a booth and pulled Molly across his knees. "You don't mean to play at this, do you?" the old man asked. "Watch. You tell me," Jim smiled. Molly might have been able to feign her first reaction when Jim's hand landed if she was a great actress. She had jerked and screamed at the slap of his hand many times before. She was still too shocked by the scene. Her private eccentricities were on display and she was still making that realization when Jim began paddling her. Her reactions couldn't be mistaken for anything but real as the spanking went on. Her tears were too genuine, her sobs were too real and Jim was having a real struggle keeping her hands from shielding her behind. She was a squirming, squabbling, frantic child trying to stop the pain in her ass. Molly was no longer thinking about the audience. Her mind was filled with the need to stop the whack of his hand on her ass. It hurt enough! She wanted him to stop. She wanted him to stop and fuck her. She wanted his cock ramming inside her and making the pain all good again. She needed to get fucked. Jim knew the change in her sobs. He could hear when her mindless fear of the pain changed into raw need for the sexual remedy. Spanking her now was like winding up a spring. She'd get hotter each time his hand smacked down on her ass. Jim made her molten before he stopped and looked up at the man. "She'll need a cock now. Any cock," he offered. "Thank you, but I have my own entertainment," he nodded toward the hawk-nosed woman. "Then you'll excuse me if I give it to her," Jim said. If it had been an epiphany, Molly would have understood it better. Whatever the realization, when Jim pushed her to the floor and dropped his pants to mount her from behind, it somehow felt right. Maybe it was because it was Jim fucking her. It was really just like in their bedroom, except for the people watching. And she wasn't ashamed of fucking Jim. She was proud to have a husband like him. She was proud that they fucked so good. Let them see what they're missing. She was on her knees and elbows wearing only a cable-knit sweater with Jim grinding against her fiery-red ass as he dug his cock into her. Her butt was jerking around as he hurt the tender flesh. "I want to see you fuck the shit out of that slut," the hawk-nosed girl told the old man. The display obviously had all the juices in the room flowing. "Is it too late to take you up on your kind offer?" the man asked. Molly wasn't sure about this. Fucking the old man didn't feel right. It wasn't just like in their bedroom. And he was certain to be rough with her. "Not at all," Jim said. "Would you like to share?" The man gave him a questioning look and the woman scowled. "I meant you could use the narrower way while I fuck her," Jim said. The man's face lit up. The woman's scowl deepened. Molly was pretty positive about this. The last (and first) time she had two cocks was torment and frustration. She had only allowed it because she didn't know how to stop it. It left her raw and unfulfilled. Jim made her climb over him, but wouldn't let her settle down on his cock. He waited until the old man was behind her and pulled open her cheeks. "Better slide it in her pussy first," he said, "Otherwise you might scrape the skin off your cock." The old man had much too large a cock to fit in her ass. Molly could tell how it was going to feel when he pushed it up her asshole. She wouldn't be able to stretch as much with Jim's cock in her pussy and the old man's cock was going to feel like a Buick parked in her ass. It wasn't going to be fun. It was going to be orgasmic. Molly knew her lust would take over as the old man's cock sprung the ring of her sphincter. Her mind would no longer function and her basic instincts would take over. And this time she was right. Jim pulled her down on his cock and the old man put his cock to her asshole. His breakthrough into her ass was as promising as she imagined and this time, her second ever, the men carried through on the promise. Molly was lost in the world of moans. She relaxed and let her body cum as they stuffed her so full of cock. Her ass hurt. Her ass hurt all over as the old man fucked her. Cumming and not cumming were too hard to distinguish. Molly just let them do her. "Damn! She takes it up the ass like most women take it in the cunt," the old man grunted. "She likes it up the ass. She can't get enough," Jim told him. Molly disagreed. She had enough right now, but Jim's encouragement was making the old man fuck her harder than before. She doubted if many women liked it in the cunt as hard as he was fucking it into her ass. She was a pain slut. She felt a twinge of regret as the old man slammed into her ass and stopped. The current sparking through her body sputtered as he came in her ass. It was replaced with the chilling realization that the other woman was staring at her with scorn. The fact that she had been letting a strange man fuck her in the ass had been obscured by the intensity of the double fuck. Now that all washed over her in a chilling wave. The other woman had every right to think of her as a slut. She had allowed Jim to humiliate her in front of them and then let the other woman's man fuck her in the ass. She was a disgusting pervert. The realization was liberating. She was still fucking her husband on the floor in front of anyone who might wander in. She was a slut. She was bad. She deserved to be punished. It was like a most pleasant dream. She concentrated on fucking Jim. As she bounced up and down on his cock, she savored the disgust with which she imagined she was regarded. She was a freak. She had always been ashamed of it. Now she realized her shame was part of the fuel for her excitement. Her need to be punished made her breath shorter as she pounded her ass down on Jim's cock. He should horse-whip her for this. The anticipation made her shame a torch rather than an icy presence. She would take her perverted displays and the heavenly transports and the other women could have their little grunts of pleasure. She had always demanded more. Jim had taught her that there was even more to be had. If that separated her from the rest, then they were the ones only half alive and she was the one who finally understood. "Do you want to blow me at a busy intersection?" Jim was teasing her with possibilities as she lay face down, tied to their bed. "Yes! Let me!" she begged. Jim whacked her butt with the slipper. "Do you want to mow the lawn in the nude?" he asked. "But won't Mary get mad if Brian looks?" she responded. Whack! The slipper fell whether she agreed or not. Molly had done a lot of thinking since they returned home from the free wheeling week-end at the lodge. Humiliation worked both ways. She realized it was just as humiliating to watch Jim with another women. She was waiting for him to bring it up. She didn't know how she'd respond. She had pictured it from the time the realization came to her. Watching Jim put his cock in another woman, knowing how that felt, hearing her moan as he fucked her, there were exciting parts to it as she pictured it. She just didn't know how she'd feel when it wasn't a fantasy. Fantasy women acted the way she wanted. They didn't say disturbing things and they didn't have tricks that she didn't know to please Jim. They were controlled. What would it be like for real? Would she get hot or angry as she watched? Would it be the beginning or the end? She kept waiting for Jim to bring it up. His remark about mowing the lawn in the nude made her think of it. Brian would want her and Jim would fuck Mary as a trade. She obsessed when Jim never brought it up. Finally she had to say something. "Honey, you ever think about making me watch you fuck other women?" Molly asked. "Why? Does that turn you on?" Jim asked in return. She explained how she came to the idea. She explained that she didn't know how she would react. She explained that she had to know if he had any interest. "We'll make a deal," Jim offered. "If you decide you want that, you can pick the woman and I'll fuck her. But I don't want anyone but you." Jim considered it settled. Molly wanted to feel the same way, but she couldn't get the genie back in the bottle. She kept wondering. "I want you laying naked on my desk holding your legs open," Jim instructed. They had gone on with what they were doing. Jim punished her and occasionally offered her to another man. Today the excitement was at a fever pitch for both of them as both of them were at risk. Mr. Jumbo was young for a boss, but that didn't mean he would automatically accept Jim's offer. He could be horrified by the idea or even wary of blackmail. It could be a coup or the last day Jim worked there. Jim had good reason to think Mr. Jumbo would take the offer in the right way. He had an honest and barely-concealed lust for every female that worked in the office. Jim assumed he had to have fucked one or two of them. "My wife wants to meet you," Jim said as he opened the door. "And what do you want?" Mr. Jumbo was businesslike when he saw Molly presented on the desk. He wasn't shocked. He was suspicious, but interested. Jim knew he could guide his boss beyond that. "I want you to fuck her long and hard," he said. "I want to see what kind of slut she is and then I'll punish her for it." "It's always the quiet ones," Mr. Jumbo mused. Molly was trembling as she listened to the men talk. She couldn't see either of them, but she knew what they were seeing. Her butt was on the edge of Jim's desk. She was pulling her knees back and out. Her cunt mound arched up and her cunt was an open red mouth facing them. She was pussy, open, available and indiscriminate pussy. She was reduced to a waiting hole, ready to be filled. She was tingling. Mr. Jumbo wasn't about to turn down the offer. He stroked his cock up and down her slit to test it. Molly moaned. He went straight inside her until he was fully buried in her cunt. "She takes cock like a real slut," Mr. Jumbo commented. "See if she likes it hard and deep," Jim suggested. Mr. Jumbo grabbed Molly's thighs so she wouldn't slide away from him and tried exactly that. He fulfilled Molly's feeling that she was only a cunt. His cock slammed into her for his pleasure alone. Molly began to simmer. It wasn't the most exciting fuck, but she didn't need Mr. Jumbo to arouse her. He was giving her cock. He was using her like a sex aid. It made her felt naughty and that was deep in the core of her sexual psyche, deeper than spanking. When he came in her, she wanted more. She was ready to explode now. Mr. Jumbo had turned up her heat and she needed release. She was whining as she writhed on the desk. She didn't care how it looked. "That looks like a slut to me," Jim said. "Did she take it like a slut?" "She didn't even open her eyes to see who it was," Mr. Jumbo said. "I think that's pretty slutty." "Well, I won't put up with that kind of shit," Jim said. "I'm going to have to teach her a lesson." Molly knew she would cum when he beat her. She felt like the smallest touch would set her off. She wanted it- no, needed it and quickly. Her cunt was crying pussy dew for stimulation. She didn't make it on the first touch. Jim swatted her ass and then interrupted her to pull her off the desk. She had to scramble to catch herself as he dragged her butt off the desk and let her fall until she could get her feet under her. She caught herself sprawled over his desk with her ass pointing up in the air. "You stay right there while I teach you what happens to dirty sluts," Jim ordered. "You mind if I stay and watch?" Mr. Jumbo asked. It was just what Jim had planned. He smiled at his boss and picked up a ruler from his desk. "I might need your help," Jim said. "She gets to be more of a slut after I punish her. I don't know if I can satisfy her alone." Molly was cumming by the third welt-raising crack of the ruler on her captive butt. She clawed at Jim's desktop as the spanking went on. There were no pleas for mercy, only moans of pleasure between the sharp cracks of the ruler hitting her ass. "Now, slut, what do you want?" Jim asked when the beating was over. Jim wondered for a moment how his boss was taking the confusing vision of Molly turning around, leaning back against his desk. He knew her well enough to be aroused, but he wondered what Mr. Jumbo thought about her tear-smeared face and her contrary pleas. "You know what I want," she sobbed, "Please, I need it so bad." It was a bit of acting, but Jim knew she wanted him. Molly did, but she was strangely calm. She knew sex with Jim was going to be explosive, but she didn't feel desperate. It was the first time she had been fucked first and then spanked. She was finding it different. "Lean back farther," Jim ordered as he pulled out his cock. There was just enough room between her thighs to slip his cock in her. Then her feet jumped from the floor and settled around him. She was perched on the edge of the desk, holding him for support. Jim put his hands on the desk around her and thrust into her. She was going to have to hold on for dear life or fall on the floor. He knew she'd like the feeling of helplessness. She was definitely a piece of hot meat, a piece of horny tail. She looked at Mr. Jumbo and saw the lust in his eyes. Men loved women like her. They liked women that just wanted to fuck, women that would take anything and just want to fuck. She felt her own sex appeal reflecting back from his eyes. She must be an erotic sight. His cock was already dropping down and thickening. It must be the same thing that made Jim like to share her with other men. She and Jim came together, which hardly ever happened. He fucked her with quick, frantic jerks and suddenly she was there. It was like being pulled back to waking from a dream as his urgent thrusts made her attention drop to the stiff plunge of his cock inside her. She was so turned on it was like Jim's passion arced across to her over the bridge of his cock. She seemed to catch his ecstasy and be pulled into it as he filled her with his jizm. Jim pushed her onto the desk and then stepped away. He lifted her down and spun her around. He bent her over the desk and then stepped to the side with his hand still on her back. "She's still hot and right now she needs it in the ass," Jim told his boss. Another shiver went through Molly. Her ass did need it. She had sat on her aching ass while Jim fucked her and not really noticed. She had been overcome with the sexuality in the air. Now she needed a cock to force open her asshole and stuff her while she felt a body bang on her blazing cheeks. The idea of it being a different man had grown on her. She would love how nasty it was to fuck Jim's boss in front of Jim. Mr. Jumbo's opinion of her would be as nasty as she would feel. Her asshole ached with emptiness and craved the ache of being fucked. "Won't she need some lubrication?" Mr. Jumbo asked. "Just stick it up her cunt first. That should be enough for her," Jim told him. Molly had a sense that Jim's boss was wise in many things when he stepped up behind her and slid his cock into her cunt. It was a preliminary entry that made her tense in anticipation of his cock stabbing through her anus. As she tensed for that thrust, Mr. Jumbo made her jump as he pushed his thumb in her asshole. He pulled on her sphincter as he let his cock bathe in her sopping cunt. Her breath left in a rush as his cock went up her ass. He had tricked her asshole into dumbly accepting his entry. She didn't notice his forcing her open until it was combined with the feel of his cock rushing into her and stuffing her full. It was an explosion of cock in her ass. Mr. Jumbo took away the struggle and landed in the middle of fucking her ass. Molly had trouble catching her breath in the onslaught. When she did it was to gurgle ecstatic cries as she felt her orgasm swell up to engulf her. "She cums getting butt-fucked?" Mr. Jumbo asked as he pounded on her hot pink ass. "She's a pain slut, too," Jim confirmed. "Go ahead and fuck her ass like you've always wanted to fuck an ass." The way he liked to fuck an ass wasn't hard and deep. Mr. Jumbo liked to feel the grip of an asshole bumping against the head of his cock. He liked to pull back against the sphincter and feel an asshole clinging like it didn't want him to leave. Just to tease himself, he liked to pull his cock all the way out of an ass and stick it back in. Just the head in and then out again to stick the head back in. That would get him going and then he could bang on the back door with his shallow thrusts again. Molly moaned in very real frustration as he teased her with his technique. When he did finally plunge deep and fuck her proper it was only to unload his cum in her ass. It stopped almost as soon as it started. Mr. Jumbo wasn't limited by Molly's desires. He had found the encounter quite stimulating. He stepped back with a sigh and looked at Jim. "Now is there something you want?" Mr. Jumbo asked. Jim was disappointed. His boss thought Molly was a bribe. He smiled anyway. "Molly's the one that wanted it- and you gave it to her," Jim said. "I've decided," Molly said a few days later. "Decided what?" Jim asked. "I've decided what I want," she said, "I want to go back to the start of the whole idea." "Are you going to tell me or are you trying to make me spank you?" Jim threatened. "That's a great idea!" Molly enthused, "Spank it out of me." She had been sunning in the back yard. Jim was sitting at the picnic table when she walked up with her riddle. Her top was loosely tied, but it was the bottoms of her bikini that Jim went after. He opened the ties and the triangles fell off. He didn't get up. He took her wrist in one hand and brought the other down on her ass with a smack. "Is this what you want?" he asked and the hand smacked her ass again. "No! But I deserve it!" she yowled as he spanked her more. "I'm a dirty little slut and I want to be a slut for you!" she cried out as he hit her harder each time she said 'slut'. "I want to show Brian my tits! (smack) I want to show Brian my pussy (smack) I want to watch you fuck Mary to teach him (smack) a lesson! (smack)," she gasped out as Jim made her ass burn and sting. "You want to suck my dick," Jim demanded. Her ass was burning. Her pussy was dripping. She got obediently to her knees and saw Jim's cock was long and hard. She pulled his cock out of the leg hole of his shorts and sucked it. It felt like getting a blow- job inside his pants. Jim liked the feeling. "Molly!" came a call from the hedge, "Molly, I think you got too much sun on your butt." Brian was watching and Molly bent forward and sucked Jim's cock. Molly felt her pussy twitch. It was as if her plan was already happening. She could almost feel Brian's eyes on her ass. She sucked Jim harder. "Not yet, Brian," Jim yelled back, "You're not supposed to see her ass until she's mowing the lawn. Then Mary's going to fuck me to get back at you." "Mary wants to fuck you?" Brian called back. "She will when she sees the way you look at Molly," Jim said. "But she can't fuck a man with a shriveled dick," came a new voice from over the hedge. "Mary?" came Brian's startled gasp. "And does Brian get to fuck your showoff wife?" Mary asked Jim. "No one cares." Jim said. "My little slut just wants to watch me fuck you." "What a little slut," Mary said, "Wants to see how a real woman does it. But do you think we can stop the pets sniffing each other while we're otherwise engaged?" "Who cares?" Jim said. "I know my slut will be sending up stink clouds like every bitch in heat. She certainly won't turn down a cock." "Then you'll punish her?" Mary asked. "Severely," Jim answered. "I'm sure you'll hear the screams." Sometimes you can live next door to people for years and know so little about them. Jim could hear the hunger in Mary's voice as she spoke of punishment. She obviously enjoyed giving as much as Molly liked receiving. "Perhaps you'd like to help," Jim suggested. "Then why does Brian have to be involved?" she asked. "It sounds like we can have all the fun we desire without him." Jim wasn't going to defend Brian. He calculated, rightly, that this was something between Brian and Mary. Mary crooked her finger. Jim pulled Molly up and dragged her over to meet the neighbors. Their play room was in a solarium on the south side of the house. There was an elaborate system of restraints. At first Jim assumed Mary needed these trappings to render Brian helpless since he might overpower her. As she progressed, he began to believe that Mary was geared to sterner games than he played with Molly. Brian stood with his wrists chained over his head. He was doomed to watch with no chance of relief. His cock throbbed and bobbed in front of him. It was a welcome torture. Molly's torment was not as welcome. Mary and Jim both looked around the play room for something suitable. They found it in a black leather covered examination table. There were straps galore attached under the edges and Jim held Molly's wrists out as Mary strapped them both under one broad strap that went from one side of the table to the other. Molly was crouched with her wrists trapped under the strap. Her rear stuck out invitingly. "Would you like to do the honors?" Mary held out a broad leather paddle to Jim. "I think I'd like to watch," Jim said, "I might learn something." He sensed that Molly would be double served by his decision. She would have a punishment, perhaps sterner than he would administer, and the humiliation of having it delivered by a relative stranger. He was eager to see if Mary did anything differently, since she was obviously more of a devotee of the scene than Jim. "Ow! Jesus Christ, Jim! She's killing me!" Molly complained when Mary struck the first blow. There was no hesitation, no mercy in Mary. She gripped the paddle in both hands and swung it like a club at Molly's ass. Molly felt the blow like a spike running up her core. It wasn't even pain until the second stroke landed, slightly lower, and activated the hurt from the first swat. It was as if the pain was hidden under numbness to be released by the next stroke of the paddle. Molly was too shocked and frightened to even cry. She didn't beg or cry out except to scream as the paddle fell again and again. There was no room for nasty thoughts or perceptions of lustful excitement. The paddle became an event too big to let other thoughts in Molly's mind. She couldn't even brace for the next whack in the aftermath of a stroke that drove thought before it like it drove the air from her body in a scream. Jim was shocked at Mary's fierceness and frozen in awe. As he watched his neighbor wield the paddle he understood his feeling. He was impressed. Mary set herself to the punishment with one mind and one heart. If this was the bent of Molly's desire, then Mary was giving her the full dose. Mary's eyes were bright and glowing as she dropped the paddle. She was sheened in sweat and breathing hard. Jim could see he was about to fuck a tiger. She didn't come on like an avenging angel. To his surprise, Mary ran her hand over his chest up to one shoulder and dropped her head onto the other. Jim put his arms around her. "Make long, slow love to me so they can watch," she said softly. Jim could feel her excitement ripple like her muscles, just beneath her skin, but she wasn't demanding. She quivered in eager acceptance as he ran his hands over her body and pulled her back to a high padded platform. He helped her up and climbed over her to give Molly the view she had wished. Mary had shown her mastery of punishment, now Jim trusted her guidance to make their display the most satisfying for Molly. "Don't try to impress her by being athletic," Mary cautioned in a whisper, "Be romantic. That'll drive her nuts." It was for Molly after all. Jim wanted to fuck Mary hard and flip her over and fuck her some more, but he heeded Mary's advice. He understood that the more loving he looked, the more frightened and humiliated Molly would be. Brian was rattling his chains, twisting and squirming, trying to fuck the air as Jim slipped his cock gently into Mary. Molly paused in her sobbing to watch, wide-eyed, as Jim pushed his cock to the root in Mary's cunt and then wiggled his ass. Mary was right. Both their partners whimpered in frustration as Jim began to slowly thrust in and out of his neighbor's wife. He was so involved in giving the show that he was only barely aware of Mary's cunt sucking at his cock as he fucked her. It was weird. He felt Molly's eyes on him more strongly than he felt Mary's cunt. He wondered if Molly had felt the same way as he watched while she fucked the men at the lodge. Molly was going wild. Her ass ached every time she moved and that sent sensations like shocks through her pussy. Jim was fucking the neighbor. Her pussy needed cock. She was desperate to feel that cock in her pussy. She fought the strap across her wrists. She struggled like a dog trying to throw its collar, ignoring the twinges every movement made shoot through her ass and by association her pussy. Finally she worked enough slack around her hands that one heroic pull backwards freed her. She left skin from the back of her hands in the strap but she was beyond caring. She had a mission pressed on her by the burning need in her cunt. She couldn't get to Jim's cock. That was deep inside Mary. She looked furtively, desperate for a cock. Finally desperate enough to tear her eyes from Jim and Mary, Molly saw Brian's cock waving uselessly in the empty air. Molly was soothed by the fact that she could back onto Brian's cock and still see Jim fucking Mary. Brian was anxious to co-operate with her efforts. He helped the best he could with his hands chained to guide his cock into Molly's freely flowing slit. He rocked frantically into the moaning woman, but even his hair- trigger need wasn't as close to the surface as Molly's. She ground her hips back at Brian as her orgasm hit her like a wave of relief after the overstimulation of her brutal paddling and the voyeuristic thrill of watching Jim slam his cock into Mary. Tantalizing and slow had given away to heated as Jim and Mary were diverted from showing off for their spouses by the natural excitement of cock rubbing cunt. Jim was no longer distracted by the thought of Molly's gaze. The suck of Mary's cunt had his attention and he was only interested in fucking her so he could cum. Mary was gloating at Jim's untamed desire for her. She was riding the urgent thrust of his cock on a buoyant cloud of having control of the wild beast that lust had made Jim. That was even sweeter than the warmth generated in her crotch. Molly felt drenched in filth. She was turning up her ass like a receptive bitch for Brian to fuck. She was driven to her depraved abandon by a most deviant scene. Jim had turned her over to another woman, a stranger really, to be punished. Whatever shock and uncertainty she felt as Jim refused the paddle was quickly beaten out of her by the deliciously unforgiving strokes of Mary's paddle. Then her thoughts were no more than animal. Far from feeling an empathy with Mary for their shared experience of Jim's dick, she was effected only by the hunger for a cock that wasn't going to be used on her. She was frustrated, not jealous as she saw Jim choose to use his cock on Mary rather than ease the heat in her own cunt. It had driven her to impale herself on Brian's captive cock. She didn't care about anything but having a cock and that was so slutty. Molly bathed in pain, shame and orgasm as Brian slapped his belly against her fresh-spanked ass. She had never danced in the halls of the otherworld for so prolonged a span before. She wasn't playing degenerate sex toy, she had become one. So had Jim, although it had not taken his permission for Mary to so regard him. His very lust in driving his cock in her was enough for Mary to have her thrill at the feeling of being served. There was more amusement for Mary as she looked up and saw Molly moving away from Brian's cock. Her neighbor's desperate little wife had scrabbled for the first hard cock she could find. The thought of the punishment she would give Molly if Molly was hers excited her again. Jim was done and needed little urging to get off Mary. Molly saw Mary get up and moved away from Brian. She sensed something purposeful in the way Mary rose to stalk. She didn't want Jim to let her punish her again. "I will punish both these bad little dogs if you wish," Mary told Jim. Molly was crouched behind another of the contraptions Mary and Brian had in their play room. Her uncertainty and fear made her look wild. Jim felt the urge in his cock. He wanted to fuck Molly in her disturbed state. She was sure to be uncontrollable. He might have to tie her down. "I just thought of my own plan," Jim said, "Thank you anyway." "But stay and watch as I punish Brian," she asked, "He will learn much better if you stay." It had sounded so reasonable. Jim wasn't going to be able to do anything to Molly for a few minutes at least. It didn't turn out to be so reasonable. Jim thought he might pick up a pointer, but all he got was creeped out by the way Mary treated Brian. He felt it in his own nuts when Mary grabbed Brian's and squeezed. "Were you fucking that little whore?" she demanded. "Yes mistress!" Brian answered in a strained voice. The sick part was Brian's cock started coming erect. She twisted his balls and he got a hard-on. "You don't think I'm interested in that pitiful thing now that you put it in that little bitch, do you?" Mary flared. "No, mistress," Brian said in a vibrant groan. Mary unhooked Brian and he groveled. Mary bent and spanked his testicles with her hand as he licked her feet. Jim didn't see anything there that he wanted to use. The good news was Mary seemed to be working up to screwing Brian and that would be an obvious exit point for Molly and him. Molly was creeping toward him as if the same idea had occurred to her. Neither of them had an idea what was coming. "Look up, you dirty dog," Mary demanded. Brian looked up from all fours and Mary smiled evilly. He didn't blink when Mary let loose a stream of piss directed at his face. Molly and Jim weren't so jaded. This was creepy. "Open up," Mary ordered, "It's cleaner than your dirty mouth." Jim told Mary he was hot to beat Molly some more as they made their hasty exit. Mary's last words were that she looked forward to Molly mowing the lawn naked. "Now you have to," Jim teased. "But what if she wanted to pee all over me?" Molly asked. "I guess we'd have to tie you down so you couldn't get away," Jim answered. "You'd let her pee on me!" Molly was shocked. "Don't tell me you weren't turned on," Jim said. He grabbed her around the waist and threw her on the bed. He lay on her as he reached under the pillow for his ties. When he got her wrists secured, he rolled her up and tied her wrists between her knees. It kept her rear arched in the air but, as she found out, also made it hard to get off her back when he rolled her onto it. "What are you doing? You're not going to pee on me, are you?" Molly was back to fear and uncertainty. "You do like the idea, don't you? You keep bringing it up," Jim teased her. He wasn't sure he could piss on her if he wanted to. He was sure he didn't want to, but he liked the look on her face as he threatened her. "Maybe I want to piss right down your throat," Jim said and knelt down over Molly. "Suck on my dick." There was a round-eyed look of fearful martyrdom on Molly's face as she opened her mouth so Jim could drop his cock in it. He squatted over her face letting her suck his cock hard and pulled on her knees for balance. The only thing about the experience with Mary and Brian that was turning him on was Molly's reaction to their more 'exotic' scene. However disgusted she acted, or for that matter was, over Mary pissing on Brian, the more extreme games of their neighbors had opened her eyes. In one sense he and Molly were almost normal. In another, they were mere babes in the B&D woods. Bob felt a little vindicated about Molly's desire to watch him fuck Mary. And with that thought, he saw how he could turn it to his advantage. "Mary said you little dogs should be punished," he said as a preamble, "But I say she missed the mark as to why." Molly's response was muzzled by his cock in her throat. It sounded like a plea for mercy. "Of course you acted like dirty animals. I don't know what else she expected," he said. "The bad thing was tricking me into fucking Mary so you could act like a horny slut." With that Jim slapped Molly on the flank, off to the side of the welts Mary had left on her ass. He traded hands, holding her knees up with one while smacking her with the other. Molly flopped around most gratifyingly as she tried to avoid the blows while not choking on the cock shoved in her throat. "Now I'll give you what you've earned," he said after a short session of slapping her rump. She had earned his cock sudden and deep in her ass. Her whole body flexed at the pain of his entry. She pulled the knots restraining her so tight it took a long time to untie her later. Jim was not denied. His thrust was coupled with control of her butt and he dropped her down as he heaved forward to make sure his cock breached her protesting sphincter. Molly's thrashing only helped him drive his cock deeper in her ass. Molly couldn't help it. No thought came full-formed. Every snippet of reason was cut off by an interrupting message of emergency. Her anus felt torn as it never had before. Her cunt was on fire. There was no mercy in his thrust. Her body spasmed in her bonds. She was having her reward. Jim had yelled at her. She was cumming in the midst of this rush of neural overload. She was trembling mindlessly even before Jim had his cock shoved to the hilt in her ass. He fucked her hard to give her the pleasure, but his mind was already on other things. "Now suck your shit off my dick," he ordered as he rolled her onto her face with her face over his crotch. It was pointless for him to keep fucking her ass when she had cum at his entrance. This hard-on was going to last far too long for that. Instead, he would make Molly blow him. Her elbows gave her a bit of leverage as her face hovered over his cock. It was enough to keep his cock from sliding down her throat and making her gasp. She worked hard on his shaft trying to bring him off quickly. It took forever. By the time Jim had begin to shift and jerk, Molly had scrunched her butt down and worked her hands back to touch herself. She was in the growing throes of a new excitement as Jim began to lunge up at her mouth. Her elbows were no help with her fingers digging in her slit and she accepted his cock fucking her face almost as a footnote to the fire she was kindling in her crotch. For Jim she was the perfect submissive as she didn't pull away as he pumped his cock into her mouth. He knew his cock was ramming down her throat as he came, but she endured it without flinching as she trembled into a glorious orgasm on her captive fingers. Molly had visions of doom when Jim sent her out to mow the lawn in the nude. It was no longer the same kinky stunt it had been when they thought of it. After their earlier encounter, it was more like an invitation to another day of play and Molly feared what Mary might want to do to her this time. It took two passes over the lawn before her fears were realized. "Does your master know you are out here like this?" came Mary's accusatory tone from the hedge. "He told me to do it," Molly said. "I'll see about that, you little tramp!" Mary announced. The next half hour was the real torture. Mary walked into their house and didn't return. Molly went on mowing the lawn. She had to fight the urge to run into the house every time she went by. She was dealing with the urge yet again when a naked Brian burst through the hedge and came at her. The mower died as he pulled her away and rolled her down onto the ground. It wasn't exactly rape, but Brian wasn't asking for her approval. He did wait until she was ready, but he maintained control while he stroked and kissed her. His cock had staked its claim to her pussy and was running up and down her slit as his mouth grazed on her lips, breasts and nipples. He was waiting for her body's invitation to enter, but his cock was lingering by the door assuring her he was ready when she was. Molly was not concerned with Brian. She was there to incite him. Letting him fuck her was part of it. Her mind was inside the house where Mary had disappeared for so long. She was dying with the fear that Mary was alone with Jim, fucking him in private. She clung to Brian in her confusion. He mistook it for passion and slipped his cock into her. Molly had a strange transport. Brian's cock pulled her mind back to the lawn in the back yard where they were fucking like animals. But his cock was not so much a pillar of pleasure as the hand of God, lifting her thoughts away from her fear and giving her peace. Even as she came on his hard-prodding cock, she clothed her orgasm in sheer white robes of revelation. She was delivered from doubt by the religious experience of her climax. Even Brian ramming against her and abruptly cumming inside her didn't break the ecstatic state. For that Mary had to stalk out of the house. "Well, they found each other," Mary said sourly to Jim who trailed her out of the house, "Copulating like dogs on the lawn. They both deserve to be whipped like dogs." That coldly brought back all Molly's fears. She was trapped by more than Brian's naked body laying on her. She was again afraid of what Mary might do, but even sharper was the thought that Jim had been fucking Mary while she and Brian had been putting on their show in the yard. "Him I can control," Mary said, producing a leash to put on Brian. She pulled him off Molly by the throat and dragged him a few feet away. There she pounded a stake in the ground and tied him to it. Then she turned to stare at Molly. Molly was frozen with indecision. She still lay on her back with her legs open as if still embracing Brian's body. His cum was a visible shine seeping from her cunt. But that humiliation was forgotten in her apprehension at Mary's stern gaze. "Shall I punish her for you, or do you want the pleasure yourself?" she asked Jim. "I want the pleasure and you can punish her," Jim replied. Molly felt the world spin. This was beyond her confusion and fear. She felt as if she was cut adrift from reality and her head felt light as if she was about to faint. She couldn't even guess what was in store for her. Her vision was blurred with a thousand pinpricks of light as Mary bent and put a collar around her neck. "Your owner wants you to know where you belong," Mary said as she yanked Molly up by the collar. For a while it was like a bad dream for Molly. She was pulled along on her hands and knees until she was in front of Jim. She watched as Mary handed Jim the leash and reached down to open his pants. She took out Jim's cock and shook it at Molly. "This is your dick," she lectured. "This is the dick that fucks you. Now make this dick happy while I teach you a lesson." Jim's cock being pushed in her face was like a rock in the undulating seas of her dream. It was the hard shock of reality grounding her unconscious flight. Her dizzy escape thumped back to reality as her fears were confirmed. Jim's cock tasted of another woman. She had little time to process this confirmation of her fear. Her anguished consideration that Jim had indeed been having private sex with the neighbor was interrupted by another anguish as she felt the sharp cut across her buttocks. Mary had produced a riding crop and what Molly felt was the first cut of the slender whip. Jim was one for massive trauma and powerful blows. Mary was concentrating that force into a thin line and directing all the pain into a narrow stripe. It felt sharper and deeper and Molly's cunt was running like a faucet even as the second stripe was put on her buttocks. Her body was aroused. Her mind was in a quandary. Her lust burned hot and the cock she craved had betrayed her. She was helpless to stem her desire for Jim and she sucked his traitorous cock greedily. She gave up thinking. She let the blows of the crop rule her mind. "See how she dances to the whip?" Mary asked proudly. Jim's reply was interrupted by the furious squeal of tires in the driveway. They were bathed in intermittent red and blue lights. Two officers jumped out of the patrol car. "Hold it right there," the fat one said. Molly couldn't hold it. It was too great to contain. She shifted nervously on her hands and knees and let Jim deal with the situation. She only wanted the interruption to go away. She was too deep in her separate world to even realize she was naked in front of the strangers. "What seems to be the trouble officers?" Jim asked. "You have to ask?" the lanky one said. "We got a complaint about you people being obscene out here," the fat one said. "Complaint? From who?" Jim asked looking around the area. "Look buddy, that don't matter. The thing is you are out here with naked people having sex," the lanky one said. "And whose business is that in the privacy of our own property?" Jim asked. With the pines it was hardly necessary to have the privacy fence, but one was there. Only the hedge between their property and Brian's was sparse enough to spy through. "And I certainly didn't complain," Mary pointed out. The fat one gave the other a stern look. The lanky one raised his eyebrows and rolled his eyes. "Let's go inside while we sort this out- in case the complainers are watching," the fat one said. "You mean spying," Jim corrected. They went into the house, Molly crawling on her hands and knees and vainly trying to keep up with Jim. "Now I can make a complaint about the peepers and we can all shout at each other in front of a judge, or maybe there's a more pleasing way to work this out," Jim offered. Molly knew what was coming. He was going to offer her to the cops. She could smell the odor of sex from Mary and Jim fucking and she barely noted it. It had little bearing on her here and now. Like that, the prospect of sex with the officers seemed just another barrier to traverse to reach her goal of satisfaction. It didn't even seem strange to her lust-filled brain. Mary's crop had more effect than leaving a burning pain across her ass. "You want to bribe us with this woman, don't you?" the lanky one accused. "What about her?" the fat one asked, pointing at Mary. "I had my clothes on the entire time," Mary said, "But if you want Brian to suck your dick, you can have that." No one wanted that. The fat one was sold, perhaps when they suggested going inside. He pulled down his zipper and produced a fat cock. "I'll take mine right here," he said. "Gilbert can make up his mind on his own time." It was a swat, not a blow that Mary laid on Molly's ass to goad her to the officer. It had the same effect. It was the signal to start, the signal that her trial had begun and Molly jumped forward to pass the test. In her best manner, Molly squatted on her heels and folded her hands behind her back as she sucked the cop's cock into her mouth. She would show them. She would be so good that they would have to reward her. "Goddamn, Gilbert, you wouldn't have that look on your face if she was sucking your cock like this," the cop said to his sour-faced partner, "You really ought to loosen up and see beyond the book on this one." Jim certainly was no prophet when it came to Mary's motives, but his guess was she found the cop's desire cute- or that she thought 'Gilbert' needed convincing. For some reason, Mary pressed herself to the back of the corpulent cop and wrapped her arms around him to rub his belly and down his thighs around Molly's bobbing head. The cop didn't care about her motivation either. He sighed at the helping touch and groped back to touch Mary as Molly sucked his cock. He was obviously enjoying the twin attention. Gilbert went from angry to stormy and then pained as he watched Molly's mouth travel up and down his partner's rod. It was a blow job that looked as good as it felt. With no hands, Molly's tongue was working double shift in her mouth to encourage the cop to cum. For Jim it was heaven. He didn't care about Mary's part. The crop had brought a grand reaction from Molly, but that seemed ages ago. He would file that as a fact for later. At the moment, it was only Molly in his vision. His cock still protruded from his pants, throbbing now as he watched Molly eagerly perform so she could get back to him. Mary's hand went down to cup the cop's balls. Molly's chin bumped her fingers as she dove down to take his cock to the root. He was huffing and moaning as she swallowed his cock whole. Then he jerked up and they knew he was filling Molly's throat with his jizm. Molly didn't stop. She slowed and made long passes up and down his shrinking cock, but she didn't let the fat cop's dick out of her mouth until he stepped back and pulled it away from her. "You have no idea," he gasped to his partner. "You're an asshole if you pass this up." Gilbert winced. Jim knew he had decided, but admitting it was still going to be tough. He hemmed and hawed a moment before saying it out loud. "But I want to fuck her," he blurted out. It was Mary that helped him out of his pants while Molly lay back and stroked her pussy. Mary even deigned to tickle his ass to propel him toward the prostrate woman. Then she had other matters to attend to. Molly didn't remember the resolve that had taken her to her knees in front of the fat cop. She was on automatic now as the other cop plunged his cock in her and pressed her into the floor. It was sex. It was lust. She was getting hard cock and it comforted, if not satisfied, her itch. Even Mary's evil was only a cloud in the broad sky of her pleasure. Molly saw Mary's tongue licking up the underside of Jim's cock. Mary had taken off Jim's pants and was keeping him hard and ready. In a deep place Molly was grateful for the assistance. That place was deeper than Gilbert's cock reached inside her and his cock was drilling her to her core. Once committed, the lanky cop was using her with great ferocity as if to punish her for his indiscretion. Or perhaps it was his need that drove him to fuck her so hard, fast and deep. Even pounding her like a jackhammer, he seemed to last forever between her thighs. Her hips began to flinch away from the bruising of her vulva as he drove his cock into her. His cock stabbed at her womb and the pain/pleasure set new fires alight that burned from within out to her skin. Through it all, Mary teased her with her flickering tongue playing over Jim's hard cock. But watching was not the same as wondering and it made Molly want more- more of something, what she was not sure. There was no time to fully form desires as the cop pounded on her cunt. When he came it was with a scream like rage. For the first time Molly felt his fingers, like claws, squeeze into her flesh as he pumped out his cum inside her. His grip remained firm as he calmed slowly back to a normal breathing. "Now you slut- get up!" Mary ordered. "You owe us one more." Molly tried to rise and Mary caught her halfway and threw her on her face. She ignored the cops who were looking on in disbelief. "Just get that butt in the air," Mary demanded. "You have many sins to pay for today." The police were frozen in wonder. They weren't about to leave until this scene played itself out. Perhaps even concern for the violence Mary showed Molly kept them rooted. As Molly pulled her knees up to raise her butt in the air, the stripes on her ass began to burn again. They were still sharp reminders that she had been publicly whipped by her neighbor. They sang a clear song of pain as she waited for the inevitable. That would be her salvation- her deliverance. She still squirmed in the grip of the lust of her utter demeaning. Now Jim would finish her with the explosive pain of orgasm as he took her ass. That was the only thing raising her ass with her face pressed to the carpet could mean. Mary's face gleamed as if she was about to release a demon. Jim saw doubt on the cop's faces. He knew what was coming as well. But only he and Molly knew how common an ending it would be. There was no reason to be disappointed in that. It remained Molly's favorite painful passion, particularly when preceded by paddling. It would make it good for her and she would make it good for him. "Give it to her!" Mary demanded when Molly had her ass in the air, "Give her what she needs. Teach her a lesson. Give it to her in her ass!" The cops were strangely still, as if fearing to disturb the scene. Mary's eyes were on fire. Jim got down on his knees behind Molly. "You know where to put it," Mary was crazed, "Right on the brown spot. Push it in there. Fuck her UP HER ASS!" It was a awkward time for Jim to muse, but the thought that everyone does something that others think is strange passed quickly as he was poised with his cock at the pucker of Molly's asshole. Mary evidently thought ass-fucking was quite an event, much as Molly had reacted to Mary pissing on Brian. The thought went by in a flash and Jim pushed his cock against the brown star of Molly's asshole. Mary let out a growl of demented lust as he pushed forward and dimpled Molly's asshole into the crease of her ass. Everyone moved as Jim heaved forward and jammed his cock into Molly's ass. The cops stirred like startled pigeons. Mary put both hands in her crotch and squeezed while crying out as if in victory. Molly jerked her face from the floor and arched her back like a bow as she grunted at the sudden entrance of Jim's hungry cock. Jim drove his cock home with another lunge and Mary fell to her knees beside them. Whether it was her orgasm or just its gathering that made her shiver, Jim didn't know. The cops looked like they came in their pants. Molly collapsed back onto her face as her ass was crammed with Jim's cock. For them, Molly's yelps as Jim slapped against her injured ass were familiar sounds of love. Jim felt Molly jerk and twist before he had made half a dozen jabs into her ass. He had triggered the pent-up explosion and Molly came in a gale of sobbing wails while he drove his cock in her ass. Mary had melted back onto the floor and was jerking in sympathy as Molly's howls set her off again. The cops went back to frozen. The day rewound and then fast-forwarded in Molly's brain as Jim's imposing cock overwhelmed her into climax. Brian threw her down and took her. Mary introduced her to a stunning new pain. She was paraded for and used by two cops. And now Jim reminded her of every other cock and particularly the novel pain of the crop as he banged on her whipped ass and stuffed her with his cock. Now all the cocks and whips came together in the liberation of Jim's buggering cock and she wandered in the neverland, oblivious of the earth around her except for the drill of Jim's cock in her bowels. Mary had indeed demanded her due earlier in the day. Jim fucked Molly's ass hard as she came with the vigor he gained from that encounter. Mary accused him of prior knowledge. She said he knew what would happen to a naked Molly mowing the lawn. She demanded prior recompense. Indeed, Mary was still sitting astride Jim with his shrinking cock still inside her when Brian burst through the hedge. She had taken control, albeit in a most demure way for her. She had stripped him and put him on the bed before taking off her dress. She had straddled his thighs and touched him and herself until they were ready. Then she moved up and settled down with his cock to her core. It was strange for Jim. Obviously his cock was willing, but he was almost a spectator. Mary was using him like a warm dildo and that matched his mood very well. He had no great desire to fuck Mary and Molly wasn't there to watch. He let her dance on his cock and was as amused by the sight of her gyrating on him as he was the fuck. His detachment didn't survive his cock's call, but he did acquit himself marvelously as Mary huffed and puffed to make him cum. She lay on him and rubbed her breasts on him and licked his ear before the pressure became great enough to tap the main of his jizm. Now that encounter was keeping him ramming his cock into Molly. He would cum. Molly would soon twist and struggle as he ripped her asshole and he would ram into the clench until he exploded. He might hurt Molly into another orgasm. But she had her deliverance. He wanted something more to his own taste for himself. He couldn't deny that he knew he was being shocking. If it wasn't nasty, then it wouldn't be so much fun. He pulled his cock out of Molly's ass and she whined at the loss. "You know what I want," he told Molly. That was all she knew. The world had not settled back to her yet. She did a somersault and crept back toward Jim on her back. His cock was her world and the audience didn't exist. Mary reacted worse than Molly had when Mary pissed on Brian. Her face said she was about to vomit and her grunt was of disgust. All the same, her hand did not leave her crotch or stop moving and her eyes were fastened on Jim's cock as he lowered it into Molly's mouth fresh from her ass. The cops looked like they came in their pants again. They too were fascinated at the sight of Jim giving Molly the ass-fresh cock. Molly just sucked. It was Jim that got the surge of the eyes on him as he leaned over Molly and let her suck his cock. He had topped them all. They watched in awe as Molly performed his will. Jim felt his balls churn. This was the kind of exhibition that touched his secret nerve. He fell onto his hands over Molly and paused a dramatic pause as she had to lift her head from the floor to chase up and down his cock. Then he fucked into her throat. Molly had no distracting orgasm to soothe his passage this time. She wriggled and turned in real distress as Jim's cock forced its way into her throat. She was not trying to escape, though it looked that way. Mary growled again as she saw Jim 'mistreat' her. The cops were wide-eyed. Jim lost it. The shock of the spectators was too much for him. He shot off into Molly's gagging throat and sputtering mouth. It was a pinnacle for him. For once Jim made an exception to his rule. He got out the ping-pong paddle that night. Molly's striped ass was still going to get a beating as a reward for their day of fantasy. Molly was the one wanting to put the pieces in place. "Before you start," she interrupted from her pose with her face in the covers and ass in the air, "I want to know about you and Mary." "She wanted me," he said simply, "She tried to seduce me into running away with her. But don't feel bad. She wanted to keep our pets for the fun we could have with them once we were a family." With that lie he brought the paddle down on her ass with a crack. Molly yelped and Jim continued to torment her. "She licked my balls and begged me to go away with her," he said and smacked her again. "She begged me to fuck her every way there was just like I wanted." Jim was laying the paddle on more thickly as he went on. Molly was no longer hearing all his words. All she could tell over her own cries was that Jim was boasting about fucking Mary. But she heard, "Then she begged me to shit on her chest," as Jim closed in to fuck her ass. She instinctively let go of her doubts without consciously reasoning out that was a lie. Then Jim's cock crashed through her sphincter and Molly held on for the ride. It was the capstone on their monument of excess. Her ass stung with double pain as his cock further distressed her already aching anus. It was like starting halfway through a fuck and going on that much beyond a climax. Jim kept his cock in her ass and fucked fiercely past her climax. He hurt her nearly to a second orgasm, but emptied his balls up her ass before she could reach heaven the second time. He left her moaning as he collapsed by her side on the bed. Then he told her the truth of the afternoon. "Mary sees men as no more than a hard dick to amuse herself on," Jim reported. "With Brian she adds the amusement of abusing the man attached to the toy." "But it wasn't the way I wanted it at all," Molly whined. "It sure kept you upset all day," Jim grinned, "You have to give it credit for that." Molly wasn't sure what she meant, what she wanted, or even what she wanted to say. She curled up and was silent. Jim didn't let her stew. "You clam up on me like that and I'll send you over to Mary for another whipping," Jim said. That crystallized something for Molly. "You and Mary, you and Mary, that's not the way it was supposed to be," she pouted. "And you weren't listening," Jim said, "It's not me and Mary. It's Mary and Mary and Mary alone. There is no seat beside her throne. She grants me respect because I rule the neighboring land. She fucked me because she knew it would torment you. She may have even guessed you got some satisfaction watching and made sure you couldn't." "Then I guess I fucked up picking her," Molly said. "How could we know?" Jim soothed, "But I think we're past that now." Molly rolled over to face him. Her eyes searched his face. "You weren't paying any attention while I was fucking you, were you?" he laughed at her, "Just taking me for granted." His teasing drained the tension from Molly's concerns. He wouldn't tease if he was about to drop a bombshell. He had her attention. "Don't you even remember the way Mary was as she ordered me to fuck your ass?" Jim asked. It was a misty memory. It made no impact because she had been lost in her own glad expectation of his cock ripping into her sphincter. She remembered Mary throwing her around much more strongly, but yes, she did faintly recall that Mary seemed loud as she talked about Molly getting it in the ass. "She did make a big deal, so what?" Molly asked. "It has nothing to do with it," Jim said cryptically. "It's the only thing I thought you'd remember. You don't have a clue about the big deal. You didn't even know where you were when that happened." Molly looked at him intently. This wasn't teasing time. She didn't react, she waited for him to go on. "Well, you were so spacey from cumming that you didn't see Mary's reaction when I had you suck my dick," he went on. "She almost had a stroke. I think she was on the verge just from seeing me fuck your ass. I think we're too wild to play with now." "Good," Molly said, "She wasn't living up to my standard anyway." Molly had to sin a great and shameful sin to set that right. She argued to herself that Mary had not been a fair test. Fucking her was too much like Jim fucking himself. Mary and Jim were from the same mold. It wasn't like he had been with a woman. Molly's sin was to leave the house during the day to find a woman that met her standards. Her great sin was to begin an affair with the woman she met. It began with innocence and continued because of Molly's panic at the idea. Passionately kissing another woman was so strange that she didn't know what to do. She knew it was wrong when Marion squeezed her breasts, but she didn't know how to get away. And then her excuse broke down. Marion put Molly's hands on her own chest and leaned against them as she fondled Molly. There was no issue of escape that made Molly fondle Marion back. She wasn't able to use the excuse of confusion any more. She wasn't sure what she wanted, but she was curious to find out. She had a pretty good general idea of what she was in for when she sprawled on her bed. And while the taboo of lesbian love did prey on her mind, it was ironically the thought of deceiving Jim that weighed most heavily in her thoughts. She, who had fucked numerous strangers and acquaintances for her husband, felt the question of betrayal most sharply in all her apprehensions. Marion was almost a clone of Molly, except that some of her weight was moved around. Marion's butt was in fact longer and thinner than Molly's, but looked bigger because of the stouter angle of Marion's waist. The longer taper was supplied by the extra flesh Marion had in her waist rather than her tits. Molly made these observations as they held each other naked in bed. Then Marion let Molly be the woman and seduced her. She couldn't take the slither of Marion's tongue in her cunt without something more. It was kind of strange, but boring. Molly needed a little more stimulation to get her attention. That was the reason she was in bed with a woman in the first place. She squirmed around until they were eating each other. Molly didn't know what she was doing even while she was doing it. She gave in to the moment and knew little more than that her tongue was in constant motion and it seemed to have a mind of its own. Marion didn't say she was disappointed as they lay on the bed looking at each other some more. She didn't bring up fucking Jim on her own either. Molly was the one that had to explain her real reason for approaching Marion in the first place. "Do you like men too?" Molly started. "Is that what this is?" Marion asked, "Is he here now?" "Is what what this is?" Molly sputtered, "I don't know what you mean." "So you didn't get me over here so your husband could fuck me too?" Marion asked. "Not just like that- and making love with you was purely unintentional- I mean I didn't set out to do it." Molly defended herself. "I thought you were a woman that would really let me see her pleasure while she was satisfying my husband." "You want me to fuck him so you can watch?" Marion asked. "Yeah- actually, yeah," Molly agreed with her appraisal. "But there'll be more to it, I'm sure. Not with you unless you want it." "And he's not here now?" Marion asked. "He doesn't even know I've been out," Molly admitted. "What does he do? Keep you locked up?" Marion asked. Molly took a deep breath. It was a long story. Marion didn't look cross-eyed at her once. "So he's going to beat you and then make you watch him fuck me?" Marion asked. "That'd be one way," Molly said, "Or he might be real normal with you and punish me for bringing you over after he's done." "Can I punish you too?" Marion asked. Molly was looking for someone she could relate to. It shouldn't be shocking that Marion would also have the same tastes. And Molly was too much of a slut to let the opportunity pass. "You ought to after the way I was so easy and tricked you into listening to my mad plan," Molly said. "I deserve it for that." Marion didn't mean at the present. She considered the idea of fucking Jim for a round thirty seconds and agreed. Now all Molly had to do was tell Jim. He was a jewel about everything. He even put off 'whacking the living daylights' out of her for her lesbian infidelity until after he had sampled Marion for her. He didn't put off explaining that to Marion. He assured her that it wasn't her fault. He knew it was all Molly's and she was going to pay with a few feet of skin off her ass. It wasn't her intention- which he wouldn't argue. It was the way she snuck around. It was her methods and her secrecy that was going to earn her a hiding. Marion agreed. She told how Molly had admitted that Marion owed her a whipping for her deceit as well. Jim's eyes went mock wide at that. "Offering your butt for someone else to spank? Now that is infidelity," Jim blustered. It was the betrayal of a private matter and Molly already felt shame for fucking Marion first, but Jim censuring her with his hand in Marion's pants dulled the impact a little. These were the details: Jim groping Marion while she watched, Marion sharing a long, energetic kiss, Marion putting her hand in Jim's pants in return. They were the little things too specific to be included in Molly's original fantasy. She had focused on the actual act. Watching them neck and pet like teenagers was extra. Molly had a strange and unfocused feeling of being out of place, unwanted and unnecessary. Jim fixed her feelings by making matters worse. "Stop sitting there and do something sexy," Jim ordered her, "Get up and strip for us or something." Molly couldn't think of 'or something', so she stood up and took off her clothes. Everything was turned upside down. She wasn't humiliated by being naked or even performing for her husband and another woman. She was humiliated because the only reason she was stripping was to get her out of the way. They barely noticed her as she stripped. They were too busy unbuttoning each other for more freedom to grope and exploring that freedom. There was something working in Molly's stomach as she watched Jim brush away Marion's bra and feast on a nipple. All she knew was it wasn't lust. "Move!" Jim snapped at her as she stood unmoving, "Sway around or something if you can't dance." She knew he had only looked up because Marion was now face-down in his lap, sucking his cock. She wasn't sure how she felt about that either. She only knew she felt left out. "Do you think we should give her what she wants?" he said finally. "I think you should give me what I want," Marion said hungrily. Molly was placed at the end of the bed. Again she was only a spectator as Jim paused to take Marion in his arms and kiss her by the bed. This time they were naked and ready for action and the commotion in Molly's stomach was churning. Jim was putting all the truths he learned from Mary into play. He was going to make love to Marion and not just use her for his pleasure. Signs of caring and of tenderness should make it harder on Molly. He kept Molly by their feet as he lay Marion on the bed. He would distance her from their intimacies until the right time. He crawled in beside, not on top of, Marion and kissed her some more. The nebulous churning in Molly's stomach formed a center. Jim had kissed down to Marion's breasts and his hand was stroking down her belly and across her thighs with a gentle touch. Marion would be aching for him when he put his dick in her. He was going to satisfy her, not just fuck her. He would make her want more. The feeling sat in Molly's stomach like lead. She was watching how easy it would be for Jim to have another woman, any woman. Cold sensations started at her scalp and trickled down her skin. Jim never touched Marion's sex with his mouth. Marion didn't suck his dick after they left the couch. They only stroked and touched and kissed and kissed as Molly felt the tingle of panic grow. Jim pressed lightly on Marion's leg and her thighs rolled open. He moved between them and Molly watched with a pounding heart as he slid his cock into her so very slowly. He was all he could never be with Molly, slow and gentle. Molly was getting dizzy with emotion. "Should we let her watch your joy?" Jim asked. "Yes, let her see me enjoy your cock," Marion replied, "Let her see my face as you fuck me." It was as if darkness opened up from inside Molly and she was caught in the confusion of night. Marion's face loomed at her like some creature of the dark. Molly saw the shine of teeth as Marion pulled her lips back in an open-mouthed sigh. Behind Marion, Jim was sliding his cock into his kneeling prey. Flashes of their affair streamed through Molly's mind as she watched the expressions come over Marion's face as Jim fucked her. Then Molly's yearning blossomed. The darkness fled at the burning that settled between Molly's thighs. Her cunt whined its emptiness. She hungered for stimulation. There was only one way to stave it off. "Does that cock feel good in your slutty cunt?" she asked. Her question was loud and sudden. It broke through Molly's inertia and alerted the fucking couple of her change. "Make sure you fuck him good," Molly ordered Marion, "Work that cock and make him feel it!" Marion grinned at her and made a show of rotating her hips as Jim drove his cock into her. Jim thrust harder so his belly slapped on Marion's ass loudly. "Do you like my husband's cock?" she asked Marion, "Does it feel good fucking your cunt?" "It feels so good," Marion replied, "He's filling me up and making me so hot." "Then fuck him good!" Molly said. "Take it all and make sure he likes it!" She was caught up in a strange three-way. The eye contact with Marion burned both directions as she ordered her to fuck Jim. Marion's face bloated with lust, her eyelids looked heavy. Molly could see the effect Jim cock was having as he fucked Marion. Marion fed on Molly's hunger as Jim's cock insistently drove her to boiling excitement. It was a cold stare compared to the flush of sex Marion's excitement was spreading through her body. Marion heard little more than: 'do you like his cock?' and 'fuck him good' repeated over and over as Jim increased the tempo of his thrusting. Molly seemed lost in the growing passion as much as Marion and Jim. She was panting along with them as Jim stabbed his cock into Marion like an animal. Jim groaned and then grunted as he rammed his cock hard into Marion and pumped out his cum. Marion sighed. Then she grinned at Molly. "I think he squirted a gallon in my cunt," she taunted Molly. "I feel so full I'm sloshing." After all that, it was only foreplay. Molly was raging to have a cock and Marion had disabled the only one they had. Molly was wild in her need and her fingers went to her sex. Jim knew her distress and wanted to prolong it. "Yank her hands out of her crotch," he told Marion. "The little slut knows better than to be disgusting." Molly's humiliation slid seamlessly into subjugation and punishment. Marion took a firm grip on her wrists and pulled Molly's hands away from herself. When she looked to Jim, he dangled his cock in front of her face. He made her suck Marion's juices from his cock. He couldn't fuck her and the woman that had robbed her of that opportunity was preventing her from relieving herself. They had ganged up on her. Molly could only feel despair for her lack of fulfillment. The other concerns were lost in her mind-filling need. She needed to be fucked. She needed release and they were denying it. Jim used her need to shame her. "Why don't you show me what you were doing when you were cheating on me?" Jim suggested. With Marion the first time Molly had gone with the flow. She was barely aware of what she was doing as she was caught up in the swell of passion. Now she was seeing every movement magnified as Jim ordered her between Marion's thighs. Her own terrible needs would not let her refuse and Molly stuck out her tongue with a defeated surrender both to her own weakness and to Jim's mean bidding. It wasn't even soothing her raw nerves. She was demonstrating her dark sin for Jim and getting nothing to allay her lust. Marion still held her wrists tight and Molly felt like a slave as she licked Marion's pussy. "Is that the way you do it?" Jim asked Marion, "Is that good? It doesn't look like she's doing much." "She isn't very good," Marion betrayed Molly, "I think she likes getting better than giving." Jim put his hand on Molly's head and pushed her face into Marion's crotch. He had never interfered when she was with another man. "Get in there and do it right," Jim ordered. "Show mw some real cunt-licking you lezzy slut." Lezzy slut, dirty slut, fuckhole slut, cum-sucking, shit-eating slut, the names didn't matter, but Molly's own ambivalence to her bi- sexual behavior made Jim insistence feel more dangerous. Her own questions turned Jim's words into accusations. Jim was never particularly aware of a desire to watch two women. He was then gratified to find how holding Molly's face in another woman's crotch excited him. He knew he was humiliating her, but that wasn't all. There was something about another woman's eyes admiring him as he showed his dominance over Molly. It was a two-pronged lust. With men it was an entirely different feeling. Molly was forced to submit twice. Jim got to watch her get fucked twice as much as he could manage himself. Her sexual capacity turned him on. The appreciation of the other man was a faint thing. With a woman, Molly was forced to the same submission. She was put through the same excesses, but there was also more for Jim. He could choose to spend his excitement with either of them. He could leave Molly unfulfilled and force her to watch him choose the other woman. There was evil in that possibility and the evil made Jim's cock start to rise. He absently hoped Molly was enjoying the experience. He knew he was going to turn this night to his own great advantage. Molly ached for satisfaction. It was all new for her as well. With a man, her fire would be shamefully quenched as she let any man with a cock use her. It was demeaning to be at the mercy of her lust, but at least her lust was quieted. With a woman, she was demeaned and not quenched. In contrast to a man, she was very aware of both her empty cunt and every small feature of her humiliation. Marion's cunt was imprinted on her face as Jim pushed her head down. Every feature of the serrated edge of her lips registered as she was forced to lick Marion's pussy. "Get up, I think I want to fuck her again," Jim said finally, pulling Molly up by the hair. The ache in Molly's cunt went to her heart. She was being ignored. She was being humiliated to no cause. They had made her hunger and now were not going to feed her. She was being used and not satisfied. Jim was premature in pulling Molly away. His cock wasn't hard. His timing was for Molly's sake. He sensed she needed another kind of humiliation to fulfill his plan. "I guess I need some help," Jim said to no one in particular and then turned to Marion. "The bitch cleaned it off, so you wouldn't mind sucking it, would you?" Jim was standing on the bed. Marion had to sit up to take his cock in her mouth. Molly squatted on her heels and watched. Molly was beginning to feel ill. This was worse than her worst fears. Jim was ignoring her, knowing how much she ached, to have Marion suck his cock. Fucking her had been all right. Molly felt like she participated in that. But then she was supposed to be satisfied. Marion was an average cocksucker, but the tinge of green Jim saw come over Molly's face excited him. Molly was getting nauseous from the conflict churning inside her. He could only imagine what they would release when they started in on her, but the imagining was enough to bring his cock to attention. "What are you doing in my way?" Jim snapped at Molly. She was still between Marion's feet where she squatted on the bed. Jim stood over her as he turned to get between Marion's legs. He put his hand on the back of her head and threw her onto Marion. "You sneak around behind my back and cheat on me with this woman and then you try and keep her for yourself, is that it?" Jim accused. "You think I'm going to let you get away with that?" Molly burst into tears as she lay on Marion. The tears didn't come from fear or sadness. Molly had nothing to do with their sudden appearance. They burst out of her excess emotion and took her by surprise. Jim was waiting for them. Molly's face was between Marion's breasts. Her rear was still lifted off the bed. Jim leaned down and whacked it. Mary howled at the slap. It was the bawling of a forlorn child, a long wailing cry that caught and then went on as Jim's hand landed on her ass again. In her chaotic breast Molly gave up. It was all too much. She screamed and Jim spanked her. She surrendered even knowing what was happening to her. Jim hit her until her cries had a sharp voice. He knew then he had beaten down to basic pain. Marion was holding Molly's arms as he hit her but it was unnecessary. She was beyond struggle as they found as they arranged her in her new position. Molly barely noted as they moved her onto Marion and spread her thighs wide over Marion's own. She was only roused when she felt the hard rod of Jim's cock thrust deep in her cunt. She was helpless and didn't care. Marion's thighs under her own prevented her from shrinking from Jim's thrust, but she didn't care. She felt her lust return. Then even that joy was yanked from her and she felt only the flat of Jim's belly teasing her with pressure and no cock invading her hungry cunt. It took a few repetitions of Jim's cock fucking her and then leaving for Molly to realize that he was sharing his cock with both of them. Then Marion filled in her own part. As Jim's belly slapped against Molly's cunt with empty promise, Marion brought her hand down on Molly's rear. They were not playful slaps. Marion was fueled by the plunge of Jim's cock in her cunt and hit Molly with the enthusiasm of her pleasure. Molly wailed. She couldn't take it. There was too much of too many things all at once. Her ass was on fire and Jim was only taunting her with his brief flurry of thrusts into her. The spanking increased her need and Jim did nothing but tantalize her further with his intermittent fucking. Molly thought she would die when Jim forsook her for several turns and then Marion grabbed her burning ass with a death grip. She didn't need to feel Marion lurch beneath her to know that Jim was fucking her to orgasm. Her guts twisted in envy as she felt the joy Jim was giving Marion. She was too lost in self-pity to even hate them. Marion was still surging under her, still gripping her ass in hands like claws when Jim gave her salvation. She felt the sloppy wetness of his cock, the sudden tearing of her anus and his girth sudden and intruding rudely in her bowels in the same instant. Jim took her ass in one thrust and it took a powerful thrust to overcome her unsuspecting sphincter. Unprepared and unsuspecting, it was an explosive event in Molly's ass. Now it took Marion's grip on her ass to keep Molly from leaping away from the prong impaling her asshole. With the overwhelming entry came an amnesia of bliss. It was as if Molly awoke from a dream into the middle of an orgasm. She had the feeling she should have been here all along. She didn't search for a footing in the reeling reality Jim's cock was fucking her through. She blinked out shortly after her realization. She didn't hear her yells of passion as Jim hammered hard on her ass. She was in that other place and this time she was looking at homes. Marion was the one most affected by the look of uncomprehending bliss on Molly's face and the Siren-like call of her cries. Marion was the one that felt the violence of Jim's thrusts as he slammed Molly down on her as he drove his cock up her ass. Jim only rammed harder and felt the warmth of accomplishment as Molly wandered the happy halls. His own orgasm overtook him unawares as he drilled the hot tunnel of Molly's ass. Then he pressed both women into the bed- with a whoosh from Marion- and squirmed against Molly's ass as he shot off deep in her bowels. "It wasn't what I expected doesn't come close to describing what happened here," Marion said later. Molly was still grinning and nodding too much for them to be sure she had recovered. Jim was laying next to Molly with his arm around her. He was still proud of his plan, but he had recovered his senses. "It wasn't my idea- at first anyway- either," Jim said. "Molly said she wanted to see me with another woman. But I don't think we'd have done all that with any other woman." Marion had to agree to her part in it. She hadn't put on the brakes as the scene unfolded. She accepted Jim's statement as a compliment. "She told me about some of your games," Marion went on talking as if Molly wasn't there, "I thought she was exaggerating. Turns out she wasn't telling me half." Jim laughed. It reminded him of the time with Mary and Brian. "I think everyone does something other people would find sick," Jim said. "It's natural. You go one way and somebody else goes another. You think they're sick and they're creeped out by what you do. There's no accounting for kinks." "I didn't say you were sick," Marion protested. "I wasn't talking about you," Jim said quickly, "But I bet it's still true if you watched everything we do. But no, you were great. I was hoping I could count on you when I was winding Molly up and you were right there." "You were easy to follow," Marion said. "I just helped you humiliate her. Then I got into it more than I thought." "You weren't going to spank her?" Jim guessed. "No- not that," Marion was reticent. "Tell us, bitch," Molly said from nowhere. "You back?" Jim asked. "I've been enjoying our lie-about," Molly said, "Now Marion was going to tell us something?" "I- I can't believe I had a climax while you were fucking a woman on top of me," she said. "Maybe you need the distraction," Jim said. "You know, a woman between you and the dick fucking you." "Don't get me wrong," Marion said hastily. "I was hoping you'd make me come the first time. And it was good all the same." "But dick doesn't do it," Jim said. "Well, I didn't mind. As long as you stick it up, I can get off." "So she can fuck us again?" Molly asked. "Don't you think you ought to ask Marion if she wants to?" Jim answered. "Not with what I'm thinking," Molly smiled, "For what I'm thinking, you have to agree first. After all, you're the one that will be outnumbered." Jim heard the change in her tone. Molly had found another twist on the basic theme. He couldn't be sure what until it happened, but he was sure he wouldn't like it. And maybe it was time for him to learn to like not liking it. ###