Message-ID: <7570eli$9804032341@qz.little-neck.ny.us> From: "rjay lessing" <surya_14@hotmail.com> Subject: Building Bridges, Fm,Oral,Face Sitting,Anal, Bond Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Content-Type: text/plain Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: <usenet-approval@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded <story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Story-Submission: <story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Original-Message-ID: <19980401071734.5748.qmail@hotmail.com> DISCLAIMER: this story is for those mature enough in their own sexuality to read the adventures of others. I recognize that some people are restricted by law from reading stories of a sexually explicit nature. If you knowingly fit this category, or are not aroused by steamy tales, *don't read this.* Also, please do not share this story with other people who you know to be deemed by law as "not allowed" to read such material. Permission is granted to save this story to private computer for personal viewing or to be reposted within this newsgroup so long as both the disclaimer and copyright of the writer and owner-- remain intact. However, permission to print or archive this story, as well as--horror of horrors!--selling this story as your own are all expressly forbidden. The last, should I find out about it, will cause no end of legal grief. .=========== It all started out when my wife’s Saturday bridge club was one person short one day. As the afternoon wore on, the taking of tricks turned to a discussion of what the expression "turning tricks" derived from, and then an agreement that whoever took the most tricks could tell the dummy or any one else, to perform a trick. At first this was fetching more drinks, but when I won, I told Quentin, a slim blonde, that I wanted to see her tits. She blushed bright red for a moment, and then calmly took her blouse and bra off. I was surprised to find she had a small ring in one nipple. On the next hand I spent more time watching the nipple ring than playing, and my wife took the most tricks. She told me to take my shirt off, and then got a clothes pin from the laundry, and put it on one nipple, "to match Quentie" she said, who hadn’t bothered to put any thing back on. It hurt like the dickens for a short time. , Quentin must of noticed my wince, because she stared me in the eyes, and took another one and put it on her "bare" nipple. As luck would have it, she won the next round. She reached up took my hand and put it on her clothes pin and grabbed mine. She said, if you can’t take it like a man, ‘you will "turn tricks" for all of us. Now Pull". I pulled her clothespin off with a sudden yank, hoping to get a response. Her eyes widened a little, but that was it Now it was her turn. She pulled the clothes pin slowly, sliding the tip over the most sensitive part of the nipple a little at a time. Just before it came loose, I let out a little gasp, as the pain became intense, and the blood started flowing back in. The girls unanimously decided I had lost Quentin gave the first trick to my wife. My wife had always been paranoid about having sex where any one could see, so it surprised me when she lifted her skirt, sat on the couch and said "eat me slut" Quentin slapped my ass and said "Do it". In no time I was face deep in pussy. When my wife started to tense up, some one grabbed my hair and started pushing my face harder into her crotch, that sent her over the edge, and had me hard as a rock.. Then Quentin decided it was Joan’s turn. She wanted to sit on my face. I was placed on our picnic bench face up and she started squatting over me. Dancing her clit just over my tongue, and then sliding up until my nose was buried in her cunt. She kept on doing this, occasionally raising up. At one point where I was trying to get her off, she raised up, and I reached for her with my hands, Quentin slapped my cock, and said "no hands, you whore". She whispered something to my wife, and in a few seconds I felt my hands being tied under the bench. At a bout that time Joan stood up and turned around, facing my crotch, and started grinding her crotch down on my tongue. She started shuddering and then slid even further down, until her anus passed over my nose, and stopped in front of my lips. In the lowest voice I have ever heard her use, she grabbed my balls started squeezing and said, "Fuck me with that tongue." When I started to try to move my tongue towards her cunt, the sharp tug on my balls gave me no doubt where she meant. I started licking around it. But the sharp application of fingernails convinced me I had no choice, and I started pressing my tongue into her asshole That was all it took for her to go over the edge, I felt the ring of muscles in her ass and pussy contracting in rhythmic waves while she ground her ass into my face.. When I tried to get up, I found out that the girls had also tied my feet to the bench. Quentin came over, and said. "Want a little relief?". "Yes" was all I could say. She smiled, and said, "OK we are going to play a game, If you come before I tell you to, you loose, ----and if you come in my mouth, I’ll pierce one of your nipples and put this ring in," she said, pointing to one ear ring she was wearing, "and then rip it out" I got the impression she was serious. She then started teasing me with feather light touches, on my nipples, and then moving down to my crotch, going up and down my cock with her fingers, some times tickling my balls, occasionally just lightly scratching at my ass hole After just a few minutes of this I was arching my back, trying to get just a little more pressure out of her fingers. She stopped for a second and then sucked my whole cock down her throat, and slowly drew back, whipping her tongue back and forth as she drew back. After a few repeats of this, I was ready to come, in her mouth, out of her mouth , I didn’t care. Then abruptly she stopped, and started the same process over, starting with my nipples. I was ready to scream. After a few more minutes I was starting to groan. Then Quentin started whispering in my ears, "what will you do, to come?? She said. "any thing" I replied, Beg me she said, beg to be my slave. I quickly complied, but she said "I don’t believe you. I started begging harder. " Beg me to whip you" she said , I replied with "Please whip me, Please". Why " she said, "Because you want to" I replied, surprising me, but I t brought a smile to her face. She pulled the belt out of her jeans, It was a narrow ½ inch one, and I knew this was going to hurt She knelt beside me, and raised her belt with one hand, and started teasing my cock again with the other. And then suddenly, there was a burning pain across my chest just below my nipples as I heard the slap of the belt, and it felt like my cock had been plugged in to an electric outlet, as she trailed her fingernails up the length. Again, an sudden pain, followed by the electric thrill. She continued, missing my nipples, but not by much, until there were a series of red lines above and below them on my chest. By this point I was alternately afraid she would stop and afraid she wouldn’t. At on point she stopped, untied my legs, and then tied them to the same hook that was holding a hanging plant. This left me in a sort of L shape, with my legs almost straight up. "What will you do for me?" she asked. Any thing" I replied. "Will you be our slut for the rest of the night" she asked "Will you have oral sex with any one in the room", Will you have anal sex with any of us in the room?" This was sounding better and better to me, I replied " yes, yes and yes.". Good, she said, "now beg me to fuck you, slut" "Fuck me, please, PLEASE, let your slut fuck you" "Poor boy, he doesn’t quite get it yet" she said to Joan. , and handed her the belt. Quentin walked out of my line of sight, as Joan expertly laid the belt first on one nipple, and then the other. Despite the intense pain, my cock jumped to attention, expecting more of Quentin’s light attention to follow. What followed instead, were 10 or so quick slaps with the belt on my now accessible ass. Then Quentin stepped into view between my legs and straddled the end of the bench, just behind my ass. AS she sat, I saw she had strapped on a dildo. She then said "I told you to beg me to fuck YOU, and that’s exactly what’s going to happen, this is just a little one for starters." With that she started lightly pressing the dildo against my asshole, which immediately started tightening up. This was not what I thought I had agreed to. When Joan started whipping my tits again lightly, and Quentin started teasing my cock, my body betrayed me, as my ass hole started contracting and loosening on its own. In no time she was pumping back and forth in time with Joan, now merely tapping the belt, alternately on my nipples and cock, which sent electric shocks from my chest to my balls. A short time later, my cock erupted , splattering my stomach and chest. At about the same time Quentin started slamming the dildo into me with abandon, and finally came as she slammed into me and almost started vibrating with her quick jerks forward and back. After she pulled out, my wife walked over, and started scooping up my cum with her fingers. Saying "Lets see how you like this Slut, you’ve always wanted me to swallow, now it’s your turn." And held her fingers over my mouth. Naturally I closed my mouth, and started to turn my head. That’s when Joan laid a couple of good whacks on my ass, as my mouth opened in a scream, my wife dropped the load into it. My wife said "stick that tongue out, and leave it out", and twisted on my nipple until I did. She slowly scooped as much cum up off of my gut as she could, letting it slowly drip off of her fingers, into my mouth and on my lips, letting the bitter fluid collect on my tongue. Finally she said "Swallow" and pulled on the nipple some more. I did as I was told, but couldn’t get the taste out of my mouth. The girls then lowered my legs, and tied them to the bench again. Joan said, "You were disobedient, slut!" She asked my wife what my punishment should be, she replied " Lets shave his crotch" she answered. A few minutes later, I was as hairless from the neck down as I could get. They shaved chest, armpits, balls and every thing down to my toes. With all the attention my dick got from them, It started to get hard again. Joan then said, he deserves a good paddling for being disobedient to me as well. " I disagreed, but was soon untied, and then bent over the back of an easy chair, with my hands on the seat, and my ankles tied to the back legs. Joan brought out a ping pong paddle, and said " I think 20 strokes, and If you move, we start over". The first few of strokes were fairly light, but they stung on the welts from the belt. Then one was especially hard and I jerked upright and grabbed my ass with my hands. My wife pushed me back over the chair, While Joan looped a rope around my neck, ran it under the chair, and tied it off to my balls. If I tried to stand up again, I would yank my balls off! She then started again, and then started having me say after each stroke " Thank you, I wanted you to do this to me" If she did not think it sounded like I meant it, that stroke didn’t count. I must have had fifty by the time she was done, and with my cock being rubbed slightly against the chair with each stroke, I was some where between begging to stop, and not wanting to. Some one started rubbing my ass with lotion, which helped the pain, and then started pressing something else into my ass. My ass hole started to stretch, as Quentin said "The first one was little, this one ought to open you up enough for the next treat: With a little jolt of pain, the first part popped into my ass, and the next section started stretching even more, and then again more popped into my ass, and another section was pressed against my strained anus. It felt like it was a series of three balls, each one larger than the last, on a stick. She started pumping this in and out, and after I got used to it the sensation started to stiffen my dick. Quentin helped this along by teasing me with her finger nails. Then abruptly she stopped. She came around to the front of the chair, and asked me " do you remember saying you would have oral or anal sex with any one here?" "Yes " I replied "Do you still want to? " she asked. Thinking we were about to get to some serious fucking, I said "yes" . She looked over my shoulder to the kitchen, and said "OK girls get in here, " Joan and my Wife walked in with camcorder, " Joan said "We got all of that on tape" "Good" Quentin said, and then looked into the kitchen, and said "OK boys, he’s yours." I started to jerk up, forgetting about the rope behind my neck, and damn near tore my balls off, as Nick, Joan’s husband, and Tom, Quentin boyfriend walked into my line of sight, both naked and sporting hardons, the saliva still glistening on them gave me a clue about what the girls had been up to in the kitchen. Nick stepped up in front of me and grabbed my hair, and Tom stepped behind me, but that, and the rest of the weekend, is another story. ______________________________________________________ Get Your Private, Free Email at http://www.hotmail.com -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us |