Message-ID: <21774asstr$945083400@assm.asstr-mirror.org> X-Original-Message-ID: <38541A2E.7E8C@earthlink.net> From: Andrew Roller Reply-To: roller666@earthlink.net Subject: {ASSM} 1 of 4 Night Visitor g2 X-To: story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us JMDigest-Score: good -41 Date: Mon, 13 Dec 1999 06:10:00 -0500 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: dennyw, apuleius - NND --------------------------------------------------------- Visit me at: http://home.earthlink.net/files/Authors/Roller/www666/index.html --------------------------------------------------------------- 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. 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