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Greetings! My name is Stanley Kubric. After making many
big-budget motion pictures, I graduated to making the finest movies of
all... porno movies! I hope you caught my first porno film, “Eyes Wide
Shut.” Unfortunately I had so much fun editing it that it gave me a
heart attack, so now I’m dead.
That’s why you’re able to read this, my last Will and
Testament. I Stanley Kubric do hereby bequeath to one holy joe all
rights to the sequels to “Eyes Wide Shut”. The first sequel will be
titled “Night Visitor”. (But I have many more sequels planned.)
Would you like to film the sequel to “Eyes Wide Shut”? It’s
easy! Simply send one million dollars to holy joe. Then you can film
“Night Visitor”. If you would like to film more sequels, send more
money!
Andrew Roller Presents
NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS
in
NIGHT VISITOR
Chapter One
She arrived dressed in conservative clothing. She might have
been attending a dinner party, dressed as she was in her fur coat and
black gown with high collar. The man of the house greeted her. His
wife was upstairs, preparing for bed.
“Hello James,” the woman smiled.
“Gwen,” James replied. He took her coat. He hung it up in the
hall closet. Then, after pausing a moment to admire her high-collared
gown, he took her hand. He led her up the stairs to his home’s second
floor. He took her past the master bedroom, where his wife was glimpsed
in a mirror, fiddling with a ribbon tied on her neck. The dark-haired
visitor glanced at her. James led Gwen to the guest bedroom. “Please
make yourself comfortable,” James said to Gwen. She smiled.
“Of course,” Gwen answered. In her hands she held a black
handbag. The man glanced at it, grinned. Then he stepped out of the
guest room and closed the door.
The woman with the dark hair, who had arrived in conservative
clothing, now opened her handbag. From it she drew several items,
lingerie as well as other things. She laid them out on the guest room
bed. Then she undressed. She changed into the lingerie she’d brought
in her purse. It consisted of a pair of drawers and a tea gown. The
gown was like a baby doll nightie, being abbreviated in length. It
floated about Gwen’s bottom. It showed off the undercurve of her
pantied rear, too short to cover it. Gwen brushed her hair. She
checked her makeup. Then she opened the door to the guest room. James
was waiting outside.
“Is she ready?” Gwen asked.
“Yes,” James replied. He escorted Gwen to the bedroom he
shared with his wife.
Tabitha started when she heard the footfalls in the hall.
James had been standing silently by the guest room door. Tabitha had
hoped he might stand there forever, or even slip inside and spend the
night with Gwen. But now they were coming, the two of them, as she
could hear from the steps in the hall. Tabitha leaped away from the
mirror where she’d been checking the ribbon around her neck. Hastily
she ran her fingers over her shoulders. She felt, for the thousandth
time, the loops of ribbon that held up her nightie.
A face appeared in Tabitha’s mirror, the one she had just
stepped away from. Tabitha saw the face and then another, in addition
to her own, staring at herself. Tabitha’s head whirled. She saw
smiles. But in James’ hand there was a black paddle.
“Hello, Tabitha,” Gwen said.
“Hello!” Tabitha answered.
“Are you ready for bed?” Gwen asked.
“Yes.” Tabitha said.
Gwen’s hand slipped in front of James’ body. She took the
paddle. He let her take it. Gwen walked into the master bedroom.
Tabitha retreated. She walked backwards, her eyes on Gwen and
the paddle. Gwen’s smile never faltered. Casually she brushed back her
dark hair as she walked. It had fallen from the bun she had put it in,
sweeping down across her face.
The backs of Tabitha’s knees bumped against the side of the
bed. It was a canopied bed, that she shared with her husband. The
canopy was pulled open to show the cover and the twin pillows at the
head of the bed.
“Oh please!” Tabitha gasped. Gwen closed upon her. Lightly
she took Tabitha’s wrist. The woman sat down on the bed. She drew
Tabitha down with her. Together they sat, like girls chatting about
boys. Both women’s eyes flitted to James. Then Gwen spoke.
“Tabitha, dear,” Gwen said, focusing again on the blonde wife
beside her. “It is time for your bedroom punishment.”
“P- Punishment?” Tabitha gulped. The ribbon tied on her neck
shivered. Her bosoms, lightly veiled by her nightie, trembled.
“Yes,” Gwen said. “Do you not think a bed is a good place for
corporal punishment? It is soft. One might relax in it, even as the
blows fall.”
Tabitha swallowed again. Her fingers were in her lap and she
laced and unlaced them. She looked at her nails. She’d spent two hours
this afternoon having them done. “No,” Tabitha answered. “A bed is for
sleeping.”
“Oh, but that is where you are wrong, dear,” Gwen said. “You
are a grown woman now. Your husband desires to be entertained. And I
have heard how you’ve been late fixing his dinner. Have you been
spending too much time having your nails done?” Gwen looked at
Tabitha’s nails. They sparkled, like little pale jewels. “They are
quite pretty,” Tabitha complimented the woman. “But if they make you
neglect the needs of your husband...” Gwen looked at Tabitha’s face.
It was perfectly made-up, just like her nails. Gwen lifted a hand. She
tugged at the ribbon around Tabitha’s neck. The young wife tried to
look away. Gwen drew her closer. “Show me your lips,” Gwen said to
Tabitha. “I will help you to be a more obedient wife.”
Gwen took hold of Tabitha’s face. She pinched her on her right
cheek. She turned Tabitha’s face so that it looked directly into her
own. She drew it close. Tabitha squeaked but otherwise did not
resist. Gwen kissed her.
In the distance, by the door, James’ zipper could be heard
sliding down. Without saying a word he produced his member. It was big
and long, and already was dripping pre-cum. But James did not advance
on the two women. Instead he began massaging himself. He did it
gently, so as to prolong his pleasure. He wished to hold out to the
maximum extent he could bear.
Sitting on the bed, Gwen and Tabitha kissed. Gradually as they
kissed Gwen began fondling the woman beside her. First her waist,
narrow and fine, then her pretty ribs, for Tabitha was quite slim.
Finally Gwen took hold of Tabitha’s breasts. They were big, in contrast
to Tabitha’s small body. Gwen enjoyed the size of Tabitha’s breasts.
She held them at first as if they were hothouse fruit, too valuable to
be touched. But as their kisses continued Gwen became rough with
Tabitha’s breasts. She squeezed them, hard. She even pinched the
nipples.
“Oh!” Tabitha blurted. But despite the pain of Gwen’s touch
she did not take her lips away from the woman’s mouth. Instead Tabitha
opened her own mouth. She let Gwen insert her tongue.
In a little while, as Gwen continued to probe in Tabitha’s
mouth with her tongue, Gwen’s right hand left Tabitha’s breasts. It ran
down her flat belly. It slipped into the front of her panties. Gwen
touched Tabitha’s slit. The young wife sighed.
“Do you have something for mommie?” Gwen asked the young
woman. She tickled Tabitha between her lips, down where her legs
joined. Tabitha moaned. “Yes I think I feel something,” Gwen
announced. Her finger became wet. She rubbed more intrusively.
Tabitha’s slit exuded a delicate moisture. The young wife gasped. It
was a guttural gasp. “I am going to take you right to the brink,” Gwen
told the young woman, as she felt her wet her finger. “But I am not
going to take you over the edge. Not until you’ve had your spanking.”
James shuddered. He was at the point of no return. He lifted
his hand from himself, still dressed in the suit and tie that he’d worn
to greet Gwen. He looked at his penis, hanging out of his pants. He
watched it twitch. As he gazed at himself, hoping he wouldn’t lose his
seed on the rug, Gwen, massaging Tabitha, turned to face him. With
clinical eyes she watched as James’ erection bristled on the brink of
spending. Tabitha looked too, even as she gasped from the fingers
diddling in her slit.
“Ah,” James said finally, realizing that he’d managed to hold
himself back.
“That was close,” Gwen said to the man.
“Yes,” James agreed.
“Would you like some help in retaining yourself?” Gwen asked
the young man.
James’ face flushed. After staring at the woman a moment he
said, “Y- Yeah. Sure. What do you have in mind?”
Gwen forced a new moan from Tabitha, still working the young
wife’s slit. “Do you have a rope?” Gwen asked James.
“A rope?” James asked. “I might have some downstairs. What
for?”
A strand of Gwen’s hair had fallen from her bun again, dangling
across her face. She brushed it back, then tucked it up into her bun.
“For your penis,” Gwen said.
When James returned from downstairs he found his wife sitting
on the bed as before, but with her nightie untied in front, so that her
breasts jutted forth. Gwen was playing over the nipples of his wife’s
naked tits with a paintbrush. In her hand she held a small bowl. Lying
on the bed was Gwen’s handbag.
“Ah, you went and got it,” James said.
“My bag? Yes dear. I got everything we will need and put them
all back in my bag.”
“Very good,” James said. He fiddled with the rope in his
hands. “What should I do with this?” James asked.
“As soon as I finish painting your wife’s nipples, I’ll show
you,” Gwen told James. The young man watched as his wife shivered at
the touch of the brush.
“What’s that for?” James asked Gwen.
“This?” Gwen answered. She held up the paintbrush. “I’m
putting an aphrodisiac on your wife’s nipples,” Gwen said. “It will
heighten her sensations when she’s spanked.”
James trembled. A vision of his wife’s naked tits, hanging
free and unbound as the paddle struck her, leapt in his mind. His cock
shivered. He wondered if he should try to put himself back in his
pants. Gwen glanced over her shoulder.
“Please take everything off,” Gwen said to James. “Prepare
yourself as if for bed.”
“But-- but you said I would not be included,” James answered.
Gwen smiled at the young man. “It is true that I find men
rather crude and uninteresting,” Gwen said. “They are rather like dogs,
slobbering all over the place and always eager to pounce. But in
special cases I am willing to enjoy them a little. And I am always fond
of seeing them disciplined. Take off all your clothes, James. Then I’m
going to give you something to wear. So don’t worry, you won’t be
completely naked.”
“W- What will I wear?” James asked, unbuttoning his pants,
still holding the rope in his hands. It was a fibrous rope, rather
itchy to hold.
“Why, that rope darling. Around your penis and balls,” Gwen
said. “It will keep you from spurting all over your rug.”
The fit, to say the least, was uncomfortable. James stood buck
naked, still by the door, with his hand on his penis. He stroked
himself, but he was in pain now. For wrapped around his bare cock,
right at the root of his organ, was the rope he had brought from
downstairs. The cord continued around his balls. It was tied at the
base of his testicle sac. It hugged him tightly there, so that he
couldn’t ejaculate.
“Its not foolproof, but it should help,” Gwen commented. She
touched James’ pee hole. “Do you yearn to pump yourself through this
hole at the end of your dick?” Gwen said. “Well, hopefully you won’t,
at least not until we’re ready for you.”
“You mean--?” James asked.
Gwen smiled. “Anything’s possible for a good boy,” the woman
replied.
James watched as Gwen prepared his wife. She made the young
woman kneel by the side of the bed. She pinned up her nightie, high on
her back. Then she lowered the young woman’s panties. James heard Gwen
sigh.
“Ah, such a perfect bottom,” Gwen said. “It has never been
spanked before?”
“No,” James said. He watched his wife shake her head no. “She
would not let me,” James said.
“Your daddy did not spank you?” Gwen asked Tabitha.
“No. It would have been child abuse,” Tabitha said.
Gwen patted Tabitha’s rear. It was soft, like a sweet little
tender-fleshed peach. Smooth-skinned and white, with twin dimples high
on the cheeks.
“You have tanned yourself perfectly, browning your back and
thighs but leaving your bottom clear,” Gwen said to Tabitha.
“Thank you,” Tabitha shivered.
Gwen reached for her handbag, on the bed. She opened it.
“I have another treat for you,” Gwen said. She looked at
Tabitha. “How do your nipples feel?” Gwen asked.
Tabitha cupped her bare breasts, that were jutting forth from
her nightie. She squeezed the flesh of her breasts. She let her
nipples extrude from her clasping fingers.
“They feel perky,” Tabitha said. Gwen smiled. The next moment
Tabitha, still holding her breasts, with her panties pulled down and her
nightie pinned up, gasped. Gwen drew forth a very long dildo from her
purse. It was red. She placed it on the bed, in front of where Tabitha
knelt.
“What’s this for?” Tabitha asked.
“It’s for your bottom, after you’ve been spanked,” Gwen said.
“Oh but I never--!” Tabitha gasped.
“Then you’d better lick it, to make it go up you more easily,”
Gwen told the young wife.
“Oh my God!” James, standing in the doorway, said. But he was
not expressing amazement at the dildo. Rather he was alarmed because,
downstairs, someone was ringing their doorbell.
Gwen turned to James. Her smile broadened.
“James, do you remember what I said about being a good boy?”
Gwen said to James.
“Yes,” James said.
“I want you to go downstairs and answer the door,” Gwen said.
James looked at the woman with startled eyes. “What?” he
gasped. “But I’m--”
“Yes, I know, James. You’re quite naked, except for that itchy
rope tied around your penis and balls. But I want you to go downstairs
anyway, and answer the door just as you are. Don’t be embarrassed. You
should be proud of that big thing you’ve got there.” Gwen pointed.
James looked at his dick. It was red, and pulsing. It looked like a
dirigible about to burst.
“But I’m-- I’m--” James stammered.
“Go, James,” Gwen said. “Everyone knows you and your wife are
newlyweds. They should expect that you might be up to something in the
wee hours of the night. Go down and welcome whoever it is. They should
not ring the doorbell of a newly married couple, unless they expect to
see something sexy.”
“But you’re about to--” James said. He looked at his wife
kneeling by the bed, waiting with her panties down and her nightie
tucked up.
“We’ll wait,” Gwen said. She put a hand to the back of
Tabitha’s head. Still looking at James, she forced Tabitha’s face down
to the level of the bed. James’ wife did not resist, except for a
surprised gasp as her mouth touched the dildo lying there. “She needs
time to get it wet anyway,” Gwen said.
James, feeling his heart thumping in his bare chest, opened his
front door. He felt a gust of cool wind rush over his body. At the
same time his penis leapt, for standing before him was a beautiful
woman. Beside her was a man. They were conservatively dressed, just as
Gwen had been. They regarded James with amusement.
Suddenly, from upstairs, there was a short, sharp, female cry.
At the same moment there was the sound of leather striking flesh.
“Oh, are you having a party?” the woman at the door asked
James.
“I-- uh-- we--” was all James could stammer, until finally he
managed to say, “It’s private.” There was another sound of leather, and
another sharp cry.
“As private as that is, I suppose,” the woman said to James.
She pointed to his bare dick. Then she stepped forward, letting herself
into James’ house. She brought in, along with herself, the man who was
with her.
James gasped at the intrusiveness of the couple. He drew up
his chest. “It’s just myself and my wife. And a visitor,” James
protested.
The woman smiled. She took off her coat. Despite James’
nudity, she handed her coat to him. “Hang this up, dear,” the woman
said to James.
“May we use your guest bedroom?” the woman said to James, when
she had persuaded the young man to lead herself and her friend
upstairs. James nodded. He felt relieved that he might be excused from
their presence. In the master bedroom his wife screamed again, as the
sound of the paddle was once more heard slamming against her rear.
Awkwardly, the rope binding his organ and balls, James returned
to the master bedroom. There, where he had shared intimate nights with
his wife, he now saw her reduced to tears, kneeling on the rug beside
their bed, her panties pulled down and her nightie pinned up. Her face
was pressed to the dildo upon the bed. She licked it frantically. As
Tabitha wet the dildo, the black paddle slapped her bottom. It was red
now, beneath the slim white expanse of her back, rudely bulging out at
him like a big red harvest moon, newly risen above the horizon.
“Oh my God!” James gasped.
Gwen looked over her shoulder. Without pausing in her
punishment of his wife, letting the paddle slam into her ass again, she
smiled and said,
“Yes, James. Tabitha is getting her first spanking now. And
then she will get her first anal fuck. Right up her ass with the big
dildo she’s even now making wet for herself.”
James put his hand to his cock. Briskly he stroked himself.
He was excited-- in the weeks since they’d married his wife had always
denied him this pleasure. Now, at the coaxing of a woman, she was
actually there-- getting her punishment and contemplating the
deflowering of her ass.
“Do not lose yourself, James,” Gwen cautioned. James
grimaced. Suddenly he felt two fingers pinching his behind. His head
whirled. There, standing behind him, amazingly undressed and looking
like a pin-up, was the woman he’d let into the house.
“Naughty boy. Are you going to inseminate your rug?” the woman
asked James.
The woman came around to James’ front. She gazed with
amusement at his bound penis. It was quite a spectacle, big and
throbbing and with rope bound tightly around its base, further enlarging
its sausage-like size. Beneath James’ big submarine-like appendage,
sticking out so lewdly in front of him, back by the root of the thing
and dangling down taut and full, were his balls. These too were bound,
cinched by the same fibrous rope that itchily gripped his cock. The
woman reached under James’ cock. She tickled the base of his balls,
beneath the binding rope, which dangled freely. James’ cock lurched.
He rose on his toes.
“Tickle, tickle,” the woman smiled to James.
“Don’t! I don’t even know your name,” James blurted. Beyond
his gaze Gwen put down the black paddle. She put it down on the rug
beside his wife’s knees. Then she reached up to the bed and took the
dildo away from Tabitha’s face. The young wife’s tongue stroked the
dildo even as Gwen drew it up off the bed. Tabitha was not, James
concluded, so much in love with the dildo, as wishing to keep it from
being put up her ass.
“Now, dear. Stop licking it. That’s enough. It’s quite wet,”
Gwen smiled. She patted the young blonde on the head. Then she reached
down to her bare ass, and inserted two fingers between her tight
cheeks. She spread the cheeks on her fingers, as one might pry apart
two buns that were attached to each other. Tabitha shivered as she felt
the cool air of the room touch her back hole. “My, you’re tight!” Gwen
remarked. “Such a fine bottom, and yet so stingy! Lean forward more,
dear. Stick out your rump. I must open your bottom for pleasure now.”
Strangely, despite the hot glow of pain that Gwen had inflicted
upon her in that very place, Tabitha leaned forward. She deepened the
bow in the small of her back. She thrust her tummy forward. At the
same time she arched her breasts more fully while, at the same time,
behind herself, she offered her bottom more completely. Gwen smiled at
the picture Tabitha made, her breasts pushed hard into the bed, her face
flat upon it, her ass arched and ready. She ran her fingers down the
girl’s back, and then over her blushing cheeks.
“She is frightened, but willing,” Gwen said. “I can think of
no better prospect for the pleasures of Eros.”
The woman whose name James did not know now knelt down before
him. With her own bottom sticking out provocatively, its luscious
rondure and its inviting crack showing in a mirror that faced James, she
put him in her mouth. James watched the procedure. Her mouth was not
unused to a cock and she swallowed him with the learned pleasure of an
expert. As James saw himself plunge into her greedy mouth, he could see
her voluptuous tits, wobbling fully within his view, down beneath the
thrust of his cock. The sound of the woman’s wet mouth sucking upon him
assailed James’ ears. At the same time, as he felt himself gripped by
her mouth, he looked up to see, and to hear, his wife being pried open
and penetrated by the dildo.
Between Tabitha’s young, slender legs the dildo now lay poised,
thrusting upward with its head probing deep in her bottom. Gwen gripped
the shaft. She looked rather like someone trying to stuff a big bone
into a turkey. Tabitha’s head, formerly lying sedately on the bed, flew
up. James saw his wife’s eyes widen in a mirror placed for that purpose
within the canopied space of their bed. He had not noticed the mirror
until now. Or, rather, he had noticed it, but thought nothing of it,
thinking it merely something the girls had used in doing their makeup
together, while he was downstairs. Now he saw its lewd aim. The mirror
was to make a spectacle of his wife’s face, of all her reactions, even
as Gwen made a show of her lovely bottom.
James was aware of a masculine scent beside him. He turned to
his right. There, standing rather out of place, with his dick large and
prominent but receiving no attention, was the man he had let into the
house. James had let him in with the woman, unable to keep him from
entering. Now he was naked beside him, even as James was enjoying the
intimate act of being serviced by the woman. The man gazed with
interest not at the woman, however. Instead he looked at James’ wife.
The man watched, smiling, as Tabitha’s ass was pierced by the dildo. He
especially seemed to enjoy Tabitha’s facial reactions, her eyes staring
wide-eyed into the mirror on her bed, her mouth gasping as she felt
herself fucked.
It was too much for James. He couldn’t bear to see a man he
didn’t even know watching as his wife was impaled. He tried to yank
himself out of the mouth of the woman kneeling before him. She thought
he was indicating his need to cum and merely smiled. Her suction on him
increased. At the same time she reached up and, well-skilled in the
matter, untied the rope that Gwen had bound around James’ organ. She
liberated the base of James’ cock. Then she undid his balls. Suddenly
free, but still ensconced in the woman’s mouth, James exploded. He felt
horribly guilty. Yet he could not stop himself. Delirious with
pleasure, he thrust himself deeper into the woman. He pumped his seed
into her mouth. Eagerly she sucked him. Then she giggled, even as he
continued to pump out his seed. His sperm overflowed her lips. It ran
wastefully down her chin. It continued in hot rivulets down her long
neck, and spattered upon her breasts.
“Oooooooh!” James’ wife called out. The dildo was half up her
now. No longer decorous, not even listening to Gwen’s instructions,
Tabitha was squatting like a female dog taking a poop. Yet the object
in her rear was not coming out. It was going in!
“More! More! You can take all of it,” Gwen whispered to the
young blonde. She forced the object deeper.
James finished expelling his sperm. He pumped all of it into
the woman’s mouth. When he was finished he drew himself out of her,
rather like a man pulling himself back in after taking a piss. The
woman looked up at James and smiled. But he was not happy. He had lost
his seed and, worse, his wife was being impaled on an inanimate object
in front of strangers. Tabitha glanced back over her shoulder at
James. The ribbon of her nightie still clung to her shoulder, but the
nightie itself was pinned up in back, exposing her back and her now
obscenely pierced ass.
“No. It must stop,” James muttered. He tried to step
forward. The woman clasped his cock. It was still stiff, despite his
emission. She shoved it again into her mouth. “Stop! Take me out of
your mouth!” James commanded this woman he didn’t know, down on her
knees and greedily sucking his strength.
The man standing beside James coughed. His cough made his dick
wiggle, for he had his hands by his side, letting his organ hang free.
“If you have more, she wants it,” the man said to James. His voice was
casual.
James wished to pull himself from the woman’s mouth. He wanted
to slap her too, for being so forward with his appendage, treating it as
if it were her property! But as he felt her tongue begin to expertly
stroke his meat, still manfully stiff, he felt a wave of pleasure wash
over him. It began in his penis, sucked and gripped so prettily twixt
his lips, and spread with a rumbling joy to his balls, so lately
exercised, then around his hips and into the base of his spine, where it
made even his anus, tight down between his cheeks, tingle with joy. At
the same time that James felt aroused right into the depths of his ass,
the pleasure ran up his spine. It spread from his back around to his
front and travelled across his chest. It expanded the powerful muscles
there, making them tense. At the same time the joy ran out along his
shoulders, right to their thick, powerful caps. Then it ran down his
biceps. Meanwhile his thighs felt the jolt of pleasure too, radiating
down from his crotch. His knees almost buckled as he thrilled to the
touch of the woman’s mouth.
“It is better the second time, when you are no longer possessed
of the need to withhold yourself,” Gwen remarked. She was looking over
her shoulder at James, enjoying the sight of him being sucked even as
she fucked his wife’s bottom. “Relax,” Gwen advised James. “Let her
service you. Cum freely when you feel the need. Don’t think any more
about your manliness, about the requirements placed on a male to enjoy
himself while nonetheless withholding himself from orgasm. Just let her
please you. When it becomes too much for you, let yourself be
liberated. The carpet is not expensive, no?” Gwen asked. In
overspilling the woman the first time, James had lost some of himself to
the rug.
“N- No,” James stammered.
“That’s it. Let her suck you,” the man standing beside James
advised. Yet James noticed that he was saving his own self, neither
touching himself nor letting himself be touched. James wondered where
the man planned to put all his seed, for his balls were visibly swollen
and his cock was like an iron rod. Was the man waiting to fuck James’
wife?
Tabitha, meanwhile, had taken all of the dildo that she could
endure. James realized this as he turned from the man beside him back
to his wife. She was kneeling, her face distorted. Her mouth was a
rictus of pain, gaping wide and allowing spit to drool on the cover of
their bed. Her eyes goggled in her head, splitting wide her long pretty
lashes and making her look like someone pressed, none too comfortably to
the front windshield of an automobile. James cleared his throat. He
wanted to speak. He wanted to tell Gwen to stop. To tell her to really
stop, to absolutely command it, so that she would be forced to obey.
But as he stared at his wife, and felt the lips of the woman kneeling
before him, he experienced a sense of sadistic delight. His wife could
take no more, yet if he said nothing, he would be able to watch her
pushed deep into pain, perhaps ripped apart by the thing being forced up
her ass.
Again James cleared his throat. Yet still he could not find
the words to speak. He was deep in the throes of another orgasm, right
on the brink of cumming. He gasped. It was insufficient as a word of
command. Gwen, not realizing the extreme state to which Tabitha had
been pushed, shoved the dildo in more.
“No! No! Stopppppp!” Tabitha shrieked. She rose up, trying
to dislodge the object. But Gwen, naturally, as she had done for the
last few minutes whenever the girl moved this way, simply lifted her
wrist. She followed the girl’s rise with an additional thrust of the
dildo.
The woman servicing James smiled. She could not see the
spectacle, for she had her back to it, but she could her it. She looked
up at James. She was amused, James realized. She was delighted to be
hearing the pleadings of one new to such lewdness. She reached down and
touched the cheeks of her own ass. Lightly she spread them. She closed
her eyes and sucked James harder.
James realized he might have the woman’s ass. He might put
himself into her even as the dildo was now being put into his wife. It
was too much for James. He exploded. The woman’s throat began working
quickly, swallowing him down even as he spurted. But despite his
previous spending, James still had a lot to offer. In no time he
overwhelmed the woman. His seed gushed from her lips. It ran down the
front of her body. The man beside James watched.
“I feel like I’m visiting Yellowstone Park,” the man said.
Gwen patted Tabitha’s belly. She felt a fullness there, a
pressure. Suddenly she realized that she had pushed the young wife to
the very limits of her endurance. Beyond, even, which gave her a
delicious, guilt-ridden thrill. Gwen eased back on the dildo. James
wife immediately felt the movement and gasped.
“Oh, thank you!” Tabitha cried. She felt the object slide
down. It felt like a big turd as it slid from her bowels. But before
she felt the relief of the object clearing her cheeks, Gwen jerked her
fist up.
“YEEEEEEEEEK!” Tabitha shrieked.
“What? Did you think I was going to pull it all the way out?”
Gwen asked the young wife. “No, no, dear. That was merely the entry.
Now you are to be properly fucked. In and out, in and out.”
“Oh my God!” Tabitha cried. She shouted for her husband. But
James was too busy enjoying his second emission. As soon as he finished
cumming, the woman, unexpectedly, did not take him from her mouth but
simply continued to suck.
“You can give more,” the man standing beside James said.
“No I can’t!” James protested. He was feeling quite empty now,
between his legs, where lately he had felt so swollen.
“And you can take more,” Gwen smiled to Tabitha. She rammed
the dildo deep. Tabitha shouted, but it was no avail. Pulling the
dildo back, giving the young wife a moment’s respite, Gwen then thrust
the object deeper again.
“No! No!” Tabitha cried. Her head twisted to and fro. Her
hair tossed, a golden halo in disarray. This time, with James watching
all, Gwen gave the dildo, when it had gone in very deep, a vicious
twist. Tabitha felt her guts wrenched. James, who had been losing his
size, suddenly lengthened again.
“Mmmmm. He liked that, whatever it was,” the woman sucking
James remarked to herself. She would have spoken it, but his organ was
filling her mouth.
Tenderly, with a hand as soft and gentle as her fist was hard
and demanding, Gwen now slipped her fingers down Tabitha’s belly. She
insinuated her long-nailed fingers between the girl’s legs. She
touched, she probed, softly, ever so softly, even as her other hand,
balled into a fist, pushed Tabitha to new limits of pain and
discomfort. Gwen found Tabitha’s spot. Slyly she circled it. She
teased. Tabitha swooned at the touch of pleasure probing between her
legs even as her ass was worked on the dildo.
“Yes, darling. I am going to bring you bliss now,” Gwen
whispered to Tabitha. “I will not deny you any more.” Tabitha
groaned. The dildo was in her to her very depths, then back a little,
then in again, fucking her hard as the fingers between her legs coaxed
her to the very apex of pleasure.
The woman kneeling before James listened. Slowly she drew
James from her mouth. James looked at his quivering cock, wet with her
saliva, as she looked over her shoulder at his young wife. Then the
woman looked back at James. Before putting him back in her mouth, she
said, as softly as Gwen’s whispering fingers,
“Would you like to cum as your wife does?” James gasped. He
nodded. The woman slipped him back in. He was big for her but she
managed to get him in, savoring his hardness within the soft confines of
her mouth.
“Three times in about as many minutes,” the man who had yet to
cum said to James. “Nice work.”
“If I can manage it,” James, who was feeling quite empty now,
but was nonetheless hard, replied. The man reached between James’ legs.
“Hey!” James cried. He tried to close his thighs but it was
too late, he was clasped like a horse about to be gelded.
“Forgive my frankness,” the man standing beside James said. He
felt James’ balls. He weighed them in his hand. “I think you can do
it,” the man told James.
“Of course he can. He’s hard!” the woman with James in her
mouth answered. But she was full of James and so her words came out all
mangled.
James, inspired by the woman’s breath flowing over his member,
began working himself back and forth in her. She smiled. She enjoyed
the challenge of a member like James’. It might gag her if it drove in
too deep, yet she did not want to lose it either, sucking hard on it
whenever James retracted himself to the crown. She let him lead now, no
longer holding him tight but letting him use her as a dog might use a
hole, working himself in it with male pleasure until his denouement was
reached. Even as James fucked the nameless woman’s mouth, he could hear
his wife reaching her climax. Every tender exploration of Gwen’s
fingers between her legs brought her closer to pleasure. At the same
time she was still wracked with the fullness of the dildo, worked hard
in her even as the soft fingers diddled her cunt.
Liquid sounds permeated the room. Tabitha’s throaty gasps, the
nameless woman’s sucking, Gwen’s increasingly wet fingers doing their
work. Suddenly Gwen shouted “Now!” At the same time Tabitha let out a
howl. It was, for the first time that night, a howl of pleasure coming
from the young wife. James felt an excitement rush through him. In
time to his own wife’s spending, and with an encouraging glance from
Gwen, he inundated the woman kneeling in front of him with every last
drop he had left. The man weighing his balls, feeling their sudden
contractions, began squeezing him rhythmically. James experienced an
orgasm to top all others. His balls dangerously clenched by a rival
male, he jetted himself forth, as his wife, her bottom still rent by the
dildo, joined him in a primal scream.
When the last shivering droplets of Tabitha’s lust had fallen
upon Gwen’s fingers, she withdrew the dildo. She took it all the way
out of the young wife’s bottom. James watched it come out. It looked
like a big solid turd, covered as it was by the natural oils exuded by
his wife’s nether hole, not to mention the saliva she’d earlier put upon
it, licking it on the bed, or the vaseline Gwen had added, to make the
passage easier. James, feeling the last of his seed jetting from his
loins, considered the evening at an end. But Gwen had other plans. She
turned to the man standing beside James.
“Quick! While she is still receptive! Let her have her first
taste of real cock,” Gwen said to the man beside James. He strode
forward. Enviously James watched the man’s penis bob as he walked. He
was hard, vigorous. He had spent nothing yet. He still had all his
seed, while James was luxuriously within and upon the body of the woman
kneeling before him, not to mention upon the rug.
“No!” James cried out. At the same time his wife, somehow
finding her senses, looked over her shoulder.
“No!” Tabitha shouted. She watched as the stranger knelt
behind her. Gwen, ignoring Tabitha, but smiling at the man, spread the
young wife’s cheeks.
“Yes,” Gwen said, palming Tabitha’s bottomcheeks open. “Now is
the time. Let a stranger have her, if she will not permit her husband
to do it. You must taste cock, dear. You will never be an accomplished
wife so long as you deny your husband this place.”
The man knelt. He was a hired cock, nothing more, like a
donkey bred to a certain task. But he was skillful. He knew how to
please a woman in ways only the most well-trained husband did. Gently
he eased his erection between the cheeks of Tabitha’s ass. At once she
sensed his understanding, his skill with his marvellous natural
instrument. He was like a doctor, except his ability to operate came
ready-made, growing from the base of his belly. He did not have to go
to a medical supply store in order to equip himself for his task. The
man weighed Tabitha’s ass in his hands, as Gwen’s hands rose and stroked
her back.
“Yes,” the man said to Tabitha. “I will put it in right here.
Right where you feel me now. Don’t worry. I won’t be any rougher on
you than Gwen was with the dildo.”
“Oh no!” Tabitha shrieked. The man laughed.
“Was she over-enthusiastic?” the man asked Tabitha. “I do
believe she did get a bit carried away, but I confess I was too excited
by it to intervene. Now, however, you are in my hands. I have opened
numerous rebellious young wives and many others besides. I know the
ways of the female bottom. It’s abilities, and its limitations too.
Spread for me. It will make it easier. Gwen has paid me to go up you
tonight and I will not be denied. By anyone,” the man added, glancing
back over his shoulder. It never hurt to check his back when doing a
new wife, he reminded himself. James was there. But the young husband
was mesmerized. He was too aroused by the prospect of his wife being
ravished, in a place she had always withheld, to stop the man now.
Gwen reached between the man’s legs. She cupped his balls.
They were heavy upon her small palm. They extruded their bulge through
the spaces between her fingers when she squeezed him.
“Oooh. You have plenty!” Gwen said to the man.
“Yes. Of course.” the man answered.
And so, just minutes after being freed from the dildo, Tabitha
was entered again. The man did her vigorously. He did not spare her.
He made her feel his entire length, getting himself all the way up into
her bowels, so that the very root of his penis pressed into her soft
nether cheeks. But he was careful, in his thrustings, not to tear her.
He knew how to take her with just the right tempo, stopping when she
could bear no more, letting her regain her senses before pushing in
further. When he was finished giving himself pleasure, and getting her
as open as her anatomy would allow, he gave her something to remember
him by: a fulsome, jetting emission, rushing into her guts and filling
her with himself.
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