One enjoyable factor was that dancers not on stage circulated among the patrons and I often found a semi-nude dancer sliding into my lap and rubbing her breasts in the face or grinding their sex against mine trying to encourage a private dance.  Not being in much a mood to be teased into further arousal with no place to satisfy it I kindly deflected requests for a visit to the back rooms for a twenty-dollar private lap dance. 

          One woman slid into my lap whose large breasts were barely concealed behind a nearly transparent bikini top.  She was older than the other late teen, early twenties dancers, I would guess pushing 30 plus, but in spite of stretch marks on her breasts, there was something about her that appealed even though her face was plain.  Her hands guided mine to her crouch and in the dim light I pulled her bottom to the side and found a very wet pussy.  As far as I am concerned, real arousal in a woman is the most sexually stimulating thing there is and When she asked if I wanted a private lap dance I handed her a fifty and told her to keep the change when she paid the twenty for my private dance.

          I knew the rules in gentlemen’s clubs.  No contact from the man and only contact she engages in, the client’s hands not exploring the woman’s anatomy no matter how much you want to.  She paid for the dance and led me to a side room with a chair and pulled the curtain.  She reached down and felt my rapidly hardening cock through my pants and smiled.  Then she stripped and naked straddled my lap and began humping my cock the heat of her body transmitting through my jeans with no problem.  He full breasts hung in my face and she reached her hands up to guide the stiff nipples over my lips and naturally I opened my mouth and sucked, first one and then other, hearing her draw in her breath with pleasure as I manipulated her responsive and rapidly hardening tips.

          She stood and guide me to stand behind her encouraging my hands to explore every inch of her hot body moaning loudly her pussy so wet that her thighs not had juices running down them in streams, the smell of her hot vagina filling the small room.  I was stimulating her nipples, running my palms softly over her nipples while softly kneading her breasts and alternating this with very gentle twisting and tugging on her stiff, engorged nipples my cock a stiff lump in my jeans against her back. When she asked.

          “You’re married, aren’t you.”    

          “Yes.” I said a little taken aback at her bluntness.

          “Thought so.  You’re too good at pleasuring a woman to be single.”

          “That’s interesting.”  I replied.  “I though us old married men were considered uninteresting by hot young women.”

          “It depends most men married or otherwise aren’t worth a damn, but if they’ve learned to explore and really know a woman it shows in everything they do and especially when they fuck you.  Got kids?”

          “Yes. Three”

          “Planning any more?” She asked, gasping as my finger found entrance in me wet womanhood and began working in and out amid her wetness.”

          “No.  I fixed now so there is no chance of that.”

          “That’s what I mean about knowing women and it showing.  You got fixed.  Too many bastards want the woman to do everything.”

          This was already the most intimate and sexual lap dance I’d ever seen, but she turned around and knelt in front of me, opening my jeans and sucking my swollen member and then stood kissing me and whispering.  Don’t make very much noise.  This isn’t allowed. Then she knelt on the chair her back to me offering her body for my cock’s penetration.

          I hadn’t fucked someone other than my wife for 20 years but then woman’s body clung to me like a glove.  I could feel her labia clinging to my thick organ as I moved in and out of her pussy the only noise being my breathing, her soft sighs, and the sloppy wet sound of her wetness being played in by my manhood.  In just a couple of minutes I could feel the rhythmic contractions of her orgasm, her quiet sounds of pleasure and then a minute or two latter her relaxing into her post climax period and I happily fucked her using long strokes that brought ceaseless, but stifled moans.  In another few minutes I began to move faster and faster my cock now the master of her vagina, her organ forming perfectly about my organ of lust, while my hands cupped her soft breasts and her hands began rubbing her clit frantically as I neared my own climax.  I began pouring a huge load into her hot and willing body and hag contracted several times when she shuddered and came once more.

          At last we put ourselves back together.  And she whispered.  “I usually don’t do customers, I was just really…well you know.”

          I nodded and she continued.  “I’m off Friday.”

          “I’ve got a hot tub…”

          “Good, maybe I can get a couple of the other girls to join us.”

          I handed her a business card with my cell phone number and she smiled kissed me once more, then bounced out into the bar as if nothing had happened. 

          I watched as she headed for the dressing room and decided nothing could compare with what I had just seen and experienced so I headed home to await Friday.

 

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What follows is a work of fiction—it is however, true to the facts of the era and while fictionalized here, the occurrences portrayed occurred and reoccurred in towns all over the United States, especially in the central and upper Mid-western states of that time.   

 

                                       The Special Demonstration

 

 

The special rail coaches had been shunted into the siding at Flores, Iowa in the predawn hours of a summer morning 1860 and by sun up any public space on a tree, fence, or building bore a sign promising an amazing demonstration that evening by the newly arrived doctor from the east demonstrating the astonishing results of the new discoveries in the field of massage therapy and physio-science.   The posters spoke of the many benefits of this course of treatment and of the many disease conditions it could help or cure, from back trouble to hysteria.    The small rail city had little in the way of entertainment and a good many of the townspeople decided to visit the train of Doctor William H. Jacobs. 

That evening seventy or eighty of the towns two hundred residents we standing before the presentation stage that was ingeniously built into the last of the three car personal train sitting on the siding.  The side of the car folded away displaying a 15-foot wide hardwood stage with multiple curtain layers in front and along the back wall making it impossible to tell the true depth of the stage compartment although in truth it ran about two-thirds of the cars width leaving only room behind for a hall leading to the performance entrances to the stage.  The rest of the private car contained dressing and treatment rooms. 

          Sarah Wilson’s father owned the general store and her mother was the teacher of the local one room schoolhouse making Sara’s life compact and supervised.  School during the day, afternoons helping in the store, and Sundays at church where here family were leading members.   Like many denominations of that period hers worried over the evils of self-pollution as they phrased it among other euphoniums for masturbation although the proper word was almost never used being considered too course of polite company or conversation.  The outcome of all this was that Sarah like so many countless boys and girls had endured many nights, in her earlier years, with her hands tied to the bedrails for fear that she might, if left to her own devices, corrupt herself.  Even in washing she had been schooled to never touch for pleasure and never more that absolutely necessary. Sarah had been a good girl and when she joined the crowd that evening she was fifteen years old, chaste, unquestionably a virgin and viewed as standing in the upper tier of society, economically, morally, and culturally. 

Glancing about she noticed 17-year old Henry Wittcomb, the son of the district manager for the railroad, a fellow church member, and one of the best looking boys in town.  He caught her glance and waved from across the crowd, but she shyly averted her eyes, secretly thrilled he’d noticed her.  

          Doctor Jacobs it turned out was a young man from who’d graduated he told the crowd from the Philadelphia College of Massage and Physical Sciences which was in truth nothing more than an office producing for a reasonable fee fancy diplomas in degrees which had never before existed. 

He had something of the personality of a circus ring master and he spotted Joseph Maccough walking at the edge of the crowd and invited him up to the stage with Old Joe did after so good natured urging form friends and neighbors.  Joe almost blushed as the doctor’s young female assistant seated him on a chair at center stage the young doctor in his spotless while coat knelt smoothly before him and quickly took his hands in his, discarding the left hand he held the right in his probing with gentle fingers and proclaimed to Joe, “You are in pain in this hand all the time aren’t you.”

          “Yes”, Joseph replied.

          “Before I go one confirm for your friends and neighbors that we’ve never met before, never have spoke and do not know each other.” 

          “All that is true.”

          “You broke this hand a year perhaps slightly more ago and you’ve never fully recovered. From the nature of the injury you fell, probably from a wagon and put the hand out to break your fall.”

          Suddenly the crowd was applauding the doctor’s skill for everyone know old Joe had broken the hand when he fell from a hay wagon gathering the first load of hay the previous spring.  Nobody knew that the young man had seen Joe earlier in the day, had seen him wince in pain opening a door and with some discreet inquiries learned his story long before Joe appeared in the crowd that evening.

          “Now I wonder of there is a young lady in this town, a teenager who is know for her self-control who would volunteer to be a subject for tonight’s demonstration of the therapies benefits.” He asked the crowd.  Sarah looked about the group.  There were many middle aged and older folks and not a few young men, but not very many young women her age.  There was Ester Banks standing some feet to her left, but she’d never do.  She was known to have lost herself to giggling in the congregational church over some private thought during the Christmas program last winter. Besides she fancied Henry too and Sarah certainly was not going to allow such a demonstration to draw his attention to Easter. 

Sarah had almost worked up her courage to raise her hand when the doctor announced that as compensation for the volunteer’s time they not only would receive tonight’s treatment, but any others they desired for the entire week the doctor would be in town as well as “this 5 dollar gold piece.” Five whole dollars!  Her mind was made up and she raised her hand thankful that her dad was still working and her mother at home with her little brother so no one would overrule her. 

          Amid the happy sounds of applause the female doctor’s assistant helped her to the backstage section of the car and showed her the massage chair.  It was enclosed in a tent-like structure with only an opening for her neck.  “That protects your privacy,” the woman explained.  She showed Sarah a small cubically shaped room with some hooks on the walls. Talk off all your clothes and hang them here.  Then I’ll help you get settled.

          Sarah, suddenly had second thoughts, but how could she walk back out after volunteering in front of everybody?  “Naked?” She questioned.

“Yes, but don’t worry.  No one will ever see anything except your head.  They won’t know how you’re dressed under the cover.  “Hurry!”  She urged.  “Everyone is waiting.”

           Feeling trapped but too proud to admit it Sarah bravely pulled off her clothes trying to act like she stood naked in front of other women all the time and meekly followed the woman to the chair.  It was different from anything she’d ever seen.  There was very little to sit on.  Very much like an outhouse seat it provide a partial rim open in front to sit on, but also had support running under the thighs and heavy arm rests for her arms.  Last there was an upper back support providing so balance.  She gingerly sat where the girl directed feeling she’d fall out any moment and with thankfulness felt the young woman’s hands tightening heavily padded straps over each thigh greatly stabilizing her perch.  Her forearms were secured in similar fashion then her lower legs just above the foot.  The woman carefully closed the curtains about her fastening the neck opening securely. 

Belatedly realizing her completely vulnerable state, Sarah had just decided she wanted out when the woman pulled back to curtain revealing the crowd who cheered her wildly, even Henry. She smiled weakly back at him. The man in white walked behind her where there was a small stool like a milking stool and an opening for his arms although no one could see what he was doing with his hands. 

Sarah’s first impression was of the warm hands and warm oil on the small of her back as his hands rubbed and skillfully brought her pleasures she hadn’t known her skin capable of.  Just as she started to relax those same hands were ever so carefully cupping her full breasts bringing an involuntary blush of humiliation to her face.  The woman who’d helper her change noticed and shouted to the crowd to, “notice the increased circulation bringing back the flush of health to her checks after less than a minute.”

Sarah was in turmoil.  The man was skillfully manipulating her breasts quickly seeking her cutely upturned, and markedly sensitive nipples.  Now he was gently pinching, turning and twisting, as well as tugging at her responsive pink tips.  She struggled against the straps, but she couldn’t move.  A strangely new, yet oddly welcome and swelling wet sensation was beginning between her legs.  A deep animalistic moan broke from her lips, hushing the crowd in fascination.

“Oh God help me!” She cried out as his fingers moved down and started probing the wetness of her womanhood.  His fingers ever so skillfully began building up this new sensation.  He did not attack her hidden clit but instead worked her wet labia brushing every so softly over her engorged center of pleasure, nearly making her beg for more.  She was so wet down there that she was sure she somehow had urinated on herself.  Her breath was coming in unusual gasps and sighs while perspiration beaded on her brow and covered her chest.

The crowd looked on awestruck as her transformation.  Whatever the doctor was doing she was having quite a reaction.  As they watched this young woman trembled and her head began to loll from side to side a nearly continual moaning cry of pleasure coming from her.

“This can’t be happening to me.” Sarah thought as the man’s hands now worked the well oiled pathway from her dripping sex to her increasingly responsive nipples, Sarah’s back arching trying to get way from and at the same time encourage his actions.

From somewhere seeming far away Sarah could hear the female assistant explaining how the massage increased circulation and was especially helpful for female problems.  See how it energizing the whole being, reacting like a athletic contestant in extreme exertion.  This way it purifies the entire body.”

“I can’t take another second.” Sarah thought and then thought she couldn’t endure it if the man stopped.  She was desperate her moans becoming cries of urgency.  The man knew her stage and a finger entered her virgin tightness bring evermore pleasure, more than she knew she was able to attain.  Then a second finger wormed its way inside her anal passage.  She literally screamed in extreme pleasure and terror at this never before considered action, them she shrieked again as fingers concentrated on her tiny node of pleasure and for the first and only time in her life she experienced an orgasm.  Her cries tapered to rhythmic moans coming in time to doctor’s incredibly skilled fingers inside her vagina and anus timing the thrusts with the contractions her body was having for the first time, Hence he was helping her ride the waves of pleasure that had just consumed her.

The audience stood dumbfounded.  The young woman’s hair was sweat soaked. He breath still came in pained gasps, her body clearly was shuddering with some type of great contractions causing her head to quiver.  With every shudder she seemed to sink ever deeper into an astonishing state of relaxation and a dumb, but happy grin was increasingly plastered on her face.  Nearly every woman and a good many men began making plans to visit this doctor and every husband there knew he’d have to pay for his wife to visit the doctor.

The curtain closed amid the cheers of the crowd.  The fingers left her body and the doctor rushed out of this now private area to work the crowd and schedule appointments.  The woman untied Sarah’s restraints and helped the shaken girl stand and then used a towel to dry her off.  Sarah was amazed at how sensitive her nipples and sex had become as the girl ran the rough towel all over her body and astonished at what must be her own fluids covering her sex her buttocks, her anal opening and literally causing a small puddle under the chair.  When she at last got dressed and the woman handed her the gold piece.  “You’d be welcome anytime, she assured her”  

Sara could think of nothing else all the way home the new wet feeling beginning once more between her legs.

 

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          Knowing how long I’d waited to fuck her and that I couldn’t be happy with just having cum once, she sucked me until I was well on my way to another climax and then turned over her hands separating her round butt checks and presenting me her ultra-tight asshole.  I wasted no time in placing my cock still wet form her mouth all the way to my balls in her anal passage.  I fucked her long and hard her cries of pleasure mingling with my sighs of exertion until at last I pulled out.  She spun about the sucked my cock fresh from her ass, into her mouth and moments later she was struggling to gulp down a second load. 

          Exhausted I laid back and we began to visit about her day.  April thought she might have had 15 orgasms that evening.  She told me about eating those wonderful women at the bar and how powerful it made her feel to make them cum.  She also told me about her long-term fantasy regarding her female neighbor, Carol. 

Carol was a single attorney who lived next door and raised horses.  It seems she’d tried a couple of times to land Carol in bed and things had gotten close, but never quite happened.  Once she and the neighbor had, in the course of a Saturday afternoon of girl talk and adult beverages had stripped to the waist and compared breasts.  Carol’s breasts were large and she been excited as April had touched her tits and playfully tugged at her nipples as they hardened with arousal and Carol had started moaning in pleasure.  At that point April had been sure they were going to make love together.  She’d lowered her head and just as she started sucking on Carol’s sweet sensitive tips the doorbell rang with the overnight deliveryman and the mood was completely lost as the scrambled to find clothes and answer the door.   Tonight, at the bar, she’d explored some other women’s genitalia.  This was a great first time experience but what she longed for more that anything else was to play with another woman’s breasts.  

          “Well, there’s nothing we can do tonight so go to sleep. However the next time you see her I order you to try and have sex no matter how aggressive you have to be.  You’ve been submissive now you must learn to dominate another as well.”

          When I awoke next it was early morning and in the predawn light I could hear heavy rain, which made no sense given a temperature in the 20’s.  Creeping from bed I looked out at a magical, but dangerous sight.  Trees bowed to the ground and ice covered everything ranging in thickness from ½ inch to 1 inch thick.  I could hear snaps and cracks as limbs and even whole trees failed under the strain. 

Sliding back under the covers April’s naked back was facing me and reached over cupping her breast, the nipple hardening instantly, encouraging me to twist it gently, which was rewarded with a sleepy moan.  I began working both nipples tugging and twisting and as her arousal built I manipulated them quite roughly pinching them very painfully and pulling them out from her chest, my strong hands bringing gasps of both arousal and discomfort. 

          My cock had sprung to life and with her butt right there I soon entered her dripping vagina. After several minutes of sleepy thrusting she reached back and guided my soaked member in line with her back passage, whispering, “Here!”

          I forced myself into her steamy rear end and her hand disappeared between her legs masturbating wildly.  In just moments she started to cum sliding up and down on my shaft wildly forcing every think inch I had in and out of her back door.    I came less than five minutes later and we both immediately fell asleep in that same position

          About two hours later I awoke to find the head of still semi-stiff organ still just inside her anus and her body moving, trying to thrust, her hands were evidently still in place near her clit and were rubbing her pleasure center vigorously.  I cooperated with her movements and soon was hard and happily sliding up her ass, fucking her anally for the third time in less than 6 hours.  At length till she shuddered in yet another climax, but I had to take a rain check for my orgasm.  I had not trouble attaining an erection but was just too beat to get off

          We finally got up around noon surprised to find we still had electricity given the heavy ice conditions.  We lit a fire in the living room fireplace then headed to the shower where we had a good time playing feely, grabby while washing each other but we were hungry so we dried off and stood by the fire, warm, naked and happy.  The flames lit up her shaved vulva and entire area pink from the hot water and my cock responded with a instant erection.   She smiled.  “We’ll take care of later I promise.” She told my organ and leaned down to take it in her mouth for a couple of moments.

Still nude we headed into the kitchen where I began cooking omelets while she brewed so coffee.  I delighted in seeing her naked form.  We had not even begun eating when she looked out the window and saw a heavily clad figure work their way carefully up the icy steps toward the door.  I was shocked when he ran to the door and opened it wide inviting whoever to come in with both of us standing there stark naked!  There was absolutely nothing else for me to do, but go with the flow and in just seconds a very attractive woman in her late thirties or early forties entered the room behind April. 

“Tom, this is Carol my neighbor.”

Carol looked at me her eyes lingering on my cock still semi-erect.  I could tell she was trying to figure out what was going on and so was I. Worse, having a lovely woman checking out my organ was erotic in a oddly embarrassing way and I was getting even larger as if my organ wanted to show off for her.   “I didn’t realize I was interrupting anything, “Carol gushed turning a shade redder that the cold had already made her cheeks, her eyes rarely leaving my now stiffening dick. 

“It’s ok Carol.  I should have warned you.  Tom and I spent most of the night fucking and we hadn’t quite gotten around to finding some clothes.”

“I couldn’t believe April’s blunt comments about our having sex, but Carol interjected to April, “You didn’t tell me you were dating anyone.”

“I’m not.  Tom is an old, old friend from my college days.  He’s been helping o explore my sexuality, but that can wait.  What’s going on with you this morning?”

“I lost power in the ice storm so I fed the horses this morning and when I glanced up the hill and saw you had lights decided to come up and visit.  I should have called first.”  She said glancing once more at my now straining manhood, the purple head engorged and pointed at her like a weapon waiting to impale her.. 

“Carol you are soaked to the skin from the rain.” April interrupted.  “Come take a shower.  Tom can make another omelet for you and I’ll get you a robe or something for you top put on while Tom and I will get covered so you’ll be more comfortable.”

“That’s sweet but you can stall naked if you want. It really kink of erotic looking at you two and knowing you just did it and you took that thing inside you.”  Then she smiled at me and followed April to the bathroom amid a sudden flood of girl talk I heard April say, “in the ass.” So I guess she was getting filled in on exactly how I filler her. 

When April returned she had thrown on a extra large sweater that almost covered her ass, but her but buttocks were exposed a couple of inches as was her shaved pussy.  Socks were on her feet.  She brought me a pair of boxers.  I could hear water running and April leaned close and whispered that this might be the time to fuck Carol if she was willing.  I said nothing just reached for a April’s slit and found her absolutely soaking with arousal at the very thought.  So I nodded and turned the omelet.

When Carol came back when was wearing April’s terry cloth robe, but she wasn’t being any too careful about how she tied it.  Hence she was providing us a very nice view of her cleavage, an act that did nothing to calm my cock down. Thankfully we sat down to eat and marveled at the winter wonderland of ice outside.

After we’d gotten used to each other April gave Carol a brief and relatively tame overview of our recent sex life explaining that she’d always want to be tied up and forced, “you know the old rape fantasies we all have but don’t really want to have come true.  Tom provides me the safety net to explore that which I’d never want to experience and couldn’t if it wasn’t for the fact I so completely trust him to look after my welfare while he uses me.  So I guess you’d say we’re lovers, but we aren’t trying to fall in love just enjoying the pleasures we can share.”

“My God April!  I’d no idea you were such a slut!”

“We all are deep down.  When was the last time you had sex?”

“Carol hesitated for a moment.  But April bore down relentlessly.  I know it’s been a while, because you can’t just settle for anybody when you are looking for true love and one-night-stands are almost never satisfying.  There are only a few men like Tom who know how to pleasure a woman’s body until you’re ready to die and then takes you even farther and is willing to do it without a love relationship.  When was the last time you had sex?”

Carol looked at the floor and finally whispered, “more than a year.”

April didn’t back off, but when on.  “Believe me I know what it is like to want it so badly, but not being willing to settle for just anybody.  When was the last time sex truly satisfied you?”

“Never.”  There were tears now and April was out of her seat holding the sobbing woman’s head to her chest and comforting her gently. 
            “Never?”

“Not really.  Oh I’ve cum a few times with some men, but usually they just climb on top and flail away for a couple of minutes leaving me barely aroused, let alone satisfied.”

“Then let us show you how to really enjoy yourself.  Come and sit with us in front of the fire and we’ll stop anytime you don’t like it.”

I wondered what she would do after all she was being propositioned by her girlfriend and a man she’d never laid eye’s on before this morning.  Carol stood and looked at us. I thought she was going to leave, but it was impossible to judge her expression.  Then she untied the robe dropped it from her shoulders and walked naked into the living room settling on the floor in the warmth of the fire. 

April and I followed amazed at her delectable body and her willingness to try.  April went over to the kitchen cupboard and got out a ceramic dish.  Pouring oil into the dish she carried into the living room placing as near the fire as she could on the hearth.  We both stripped naked as Carol sat watching us and then, we sat on either side of her and picked up a foot apiece as she rested her back against the sofa her feet extended towards the fire.  Dipping our fingers into rapidly warming oil we began to carefully, sensuously rub her feet soon bringing pleasure-full sighs and moans form Carol’s lips, her breathing deepening, her large, round breasts rising and falling in time, her nipples crinkling and hardening anticipating the touch of sex that had hardly begun. 

After some time we took more oil and with the now warm liquid began working up her calves then her knees and finally her thighs being careful to brush very close to, but never quite making solid contact with her inner sex.  Her hips began arching upward trying to gain our attention for her sex, but we continued to play dumb for a number of minutes and then at last we began to pull apart her outer lips exposing the pink inner lips and her mysterious female wetness that had become a sheathing caldron, her soaking labia testifying to her highly inflamed state. April ran her fingers through Carol’s slit brushing skillfully over her clit and forcing a grateful cry of pleasure from Carol’s lips. And then we moved on getting her to lay flat and working our way up her belly lingering on her pubic mound and eventually finding our way to her breasts where I backed off and worked the arms and shoulders while April enjoyed those large, yet firm round breasts.

April just didn’t give up, she rubbed and pulled and twisted, then licked and sucked the pink nipples until Carol was nearly frantic and still April continued.  Carol was massively aroused by this point and April was working her responsive nipples with real passion almost brutally manipulating them bringing a stream on nearly continual sounds as Carol’s body discovered the joys it had been missing.  I’ve no idea how long we would be able to maintain this level of stimulus with our own rapidly arousing state, but Carol solved the dilemma by climaxing from the nipple play alone gasping and crying her head rolling from side to side in the agony and ecstasy of an earth–shattering orgasm.

April then climbed atop her in the six-nine position.  Pulling Carol’s legs back April offered me Carol’s hot and willing hole.  My cock seemed longer and thicker than ever as I entered the tight, rarely used opening and began thrusting in as out in time with Carol’s cries of pleasure.  I could feel the woman begin to lift up and meet my thrusts then when she judged the time right April began using her mouth to bring Carol even more pleasure and before long I felt her cunt contracting in her second climax.  I fucked her hard and deep for another five minutes then April pulled me out and taking my hardness in her hand, redirected my cock to Carol’s tiny pink anal opening.

There are not word to portray Carol’s panic as she felt my thick cock spreading her puckered rosebud and dive deeper into her bowels.  “Please!  I never…”.  Then just when I was sure she would ask us to stop April sat upright and slapped Carol’s wet sex, causing a loud stinging whack with her hand and bringing a startled shriek from Carol.  When slap after slow slap on the wet excited tissue continued I sensed a response around my cock in her ass.  She now was welcoming my insertions gasping at the depth of the thrust then a short cry of pain and pleasure as April hit her sex with an open palm.  After about thirty sharps blows Carol began to cum screaming at the top of her lungs in pleasure.  When she came down to earth I pulled out and April sucked my stiff organ then I walked around to April’s rump her legs still straddling Carol’s face.  I looked down at her and placed my cock that had just violated her virgin asshole, at her lips, which she opened and eagerly sucked me in, then she realized the power of her position and guided me into April’s wet and willing pussy exclaiming her delight over the sight of a woman being fucked just inches from her face.  Hesitantly she reached up and began licking April’s wetness seeking her clitoris.  I pulled out and positioned myself at April’s anal pathway then jabbed myself forward impaling her on my aching pole and fucking her hard and deep until I was ready to explode with two writhing women under me eating each other’s pleasure centers in absolute lust.  When I could stand no more I pulled out and sprayed stream after stream of hot white love juice all over April’s groin and into Carol’s open and eager mouth.  I had climaxed a lot this weekend so thought there would be less fluid, but I shot our at least 12 or fifteen large streams over both women.

By now I was beat, but the girls clearly had more in them as we all cuddled together Carol commented.  So this is what Tom’s been helping you with.”

“Well not quite.” April replied.  “My tastes are a little more dramatic.  I like pain and Tom’s has been torturing my nipples and clit until I cum over and over.”

“You like that?

“No!  I love it!  It is so great to learn to climax while doing stuff that hurts.  It’s liberating actually.  I gain so much I can transfer to regular everyday sex.  Now if a guy is doing something I don’t like or maybe even hurts I can go along and climax anyway.”

“Come I told them I will show you what we do in a gentle way.”    

“Entering April’s bedroom I found her toys, some items recently purchased with the 500.00 dollars won at the club (the shopping trip was a story all it own.)  I brought back three sets of nipple clamps and the same soft athletic bandages April and I had previously used.  Taking a good look at their different heights, I had April move to first step facing downward and Carol standing on the floor facing up the stairs so their torso lined up perfectly.  The first two pairs of clamps I used to connect their nipples to each other.  Even though hers were not real tight Carol whimpered about the clamps, not a true submissive but gamely going along.  The last we a pair of vibrating nipple clamps that I carefully placed one on each other their clits.

“God!  I can take this.  It hurts!  It hurts! Carol cried out, but I told her to endure a couple of minutes. I oiled their chests playing with the clamped nipples and tugging the chains.  Then I had them hold hands and I wrapped their arms Carol’s right with April’s left and reverse on the other side.  By the time I got to the upper arms their oiled and clamped nipples were rubbing together.  Turning on the vibrating clamps I got the video camera and sat back to enjoy their suffering.  Soon they began to make noise and move the vibration on their clits driving them both wild.  Suddenly they began frantic French kissing and I heard April cum.  Then Carol began reaching for her own release, rubbing her nipples against April’s and grunting in her desperate need to climax, being able to only advance toward release one tiny fragment at a time, until at last, she went over the edge.

I left the girls there for another two more climaxes and then released them.  Carol sank exhausted to the sofa and sat there ginning stupidly.  “God I never know I could get pleasure this way.  Can you show me more?”

“Maybe later. I think the houses need their evening food and chores done so we’d better go.”  I assured her, and so we dressed and headed out into the winter storm for Carol’s house. 

 Part 5 to come

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It hadn’t all been fun and games I been there through some bad times as well. I was on duty that terrible time her only pregnancy turned into a ruptured tube and massive hemorrhage nearing taking her life.  My surgical team saved her life, but in the process we forever ending her fertility. I remembered when her marriage fell apart in the aftermath of that great loss and how I’d talk to her for hours encouraging her along until things got better. 

Years had passed and we stayed close and still visited when we could.  It was during one of these talks in the hospital that we discovered we were both planning to take an extremely challenging certification exam in a few weeks.  “Why don’t you come over Saturday and we can quiz each other?” She asked.

I agreed and the next Saturday afternoon found us at her lovely county house set on some five acres working hard at the brightly lit kitchen table while a light snow blew about outside.  I couldn’t help admiring her breasts and they moved freely and gracefully under her blouse, but knew like all the countless times we’d been together, nothing would ever happen between us, except for affectionate hugs and kisses.  So I put my thoughts of sex with her tight, toned body away and suggested we go get something to eat. 

            The local dinner provided an informal yet intimate setting, but as I stepped over to take her arm I slipped on the back ice in the parking lot and would have fallen except for my hand finding her blouse.  I had grabbed blindly and caught the fabric at the level of her cleavage ripping the top three buttons off her blouse exposing her braless breasts to view.  I apologized, and quickly offered to take her back home to change, but she refused.  She simply covered her nipples by shifting her top and told me.  “I’m hungry!  You exposed my boobs so you can just suffer through the meal having to look at them.  And look at them I did.  Even with her blouse put back together and tucked in her top was open to a point several inches below her lovely white orbs and any movement exposed an indecent amount to cleavage at times showing hints of her areolas and forcing her to rearrange the top to stay legally covered.  

            I was rock hard and she knew the effect she was having on me and laughed knowing my discomfort, as my rigid cock was outlined clearly in my pants.  Thankfully we were sitting in the booth, but just as I started to relax I discovered she kicked off her shoes and was running her feet up and down the outline of my hard organ.  She leaned back in the seat shamelessly cupping her breasts for just a moment in the nearly empty dinner and whispering “Ahhh a sizable cock.”

            I finished the meal in a trance and somehow drove back to her house.  The door had hardly shut before we are locked in a passionate kiss that went on for many minutes.  At last I reached for her nipples as she began to moan and cry out in real passion. I removed what remained of her top and began to suckle her engorged and sensitive tips as her hips began to move against me as if of their own accord, her breath coming in quick gasps.  We had stumbled to the living room floor by this point and I wanted her naked.  Unzipping her jeans I hooked a couple of fingers under her panties and she lifted her ass so I could pull them down.  As I did, she screamed one of the longest and loudest screams I’ve ever heard.  I knew I must have hurt her so I stopped and inquired what was wrong, but at first she couldn’t talk.  Tears streamed down her checks and she writhed on the floor until she at last explained that she’d not been hurt, but as her panties pulled away from her pussy, her body has surprised her with one of the most intense orgasms of her life.  After this, I couldn’t wait to enter her and in only two of three trusts my balls we slapping against her ass as she groaned and cried out and here was were it got interesting   

            I flipped her over to her belly and began seriously fucking her from behind when she pleaded with me to hold down her hands so I pinned them beside her head as I pistoned in and out of her tiny body.  In shifting position slightly I let go of her hands and she just about shrieked out her demand that I hold them down once more.  At this point and I decided to see just how far she wanted to go.  I grabbed her hands and pulled them both up behind her.  Using my belt I tied them roughly behind her.  I then gagged her with her shirt and fucked her good and hard her juicy pussy making sloppy noises amid her stifled cried of pleasure.  Pulling my wet cock from her vulva I worked the wet tip into her tiny pink anus feeling her tense and fight against the intrusion. 

            She was so small the sensations were astonishing.  She fought against it at first but there was nothing she could do and I was soon buried to the hilt in her sweet ass.  As I began to work in and out I suddenly felt her snug orifice contract against me as she climaxed. I held her hips and kept fucking her anal passage felling her slowly shift from riding the waves of her last orgasm to the realization she was still getting fucked in the ass and now that her climax was over she’d just as soon be done.  This is so natural.  Anyone would be scared of a large object up their ass when they are not headed toward their own orgasm.  I was lucky that along the way I’d learned that if a woman can endure a few minutes of dealing with fear arousal will build back up.  She knew she wasn’t being hurt, but she was very worried about being hurt, but she would have to tolerate it just a little longer. 

            As I worked in and out of her with smooth strokes, I remembered the first time I’d experienced a woman’s back door.  I’d been over to a friend’s house when he wasn’t there and I’d gotten involved with his younger sister.  Fearful of pregnancy she offered her ass for my pleasure and I discovered that while I don’t have a massive cock of the type that instills any other man who sees it with penis envy, nor do I have movie star looks, I did for whatever reason have a cock that when concealed in the depths of a woman’s anus before long she begin to climax without clitoral contact and it frequently happens repeatedly.  April’s new movements under me interrupted my thoughts and sure enough I could tell she had gone from fear to rebuilding arousal once more.  She moaned deeply her body rhythmically contracting about my hard shaft just moments before I filled her ass with my creamy load   Gasping I lay atop her my super sensitive organ within her Rolling to the side my cock was still hard enough to slide in and out of her moving from her ass to her cunt as I willed, just using her to gain the last pleasure from my exhausted manhood.  My finger just naturally began rubbing her sex and soon another orgasm tore through her restrained body.

            Until this afternoon I’d never tied up anyone in sex play, now I’d tied up one of my best friends and I began worrying about her reaction.  What if she resented it?  Not only could I find her friendly no longer, but, I could find myself accused of raping and sodomizing her. So it was with some trepidation I released her hands from behind her and untied the gag.

            “Did I do what you wanted?” I asked

            “You won’t get any complaints from me.  God Tom, I came more times and more intensely than I have and years.  You’ve been so special to me for all these years I never wanted to ruin our relationship with sex but now there is something I feel compelled to tell you and I don’t want you to think I’m strange or something. But you’re the only one I can trust with this.

You see, when I was little, my Mother would catch me playing with myself and would make me kneel down naked with my head on the floor, my ass raised and my legs spread as far as possible.  She was going the spank my “naughty parts” so I wouldn’t play with them. Them she’d go and wail me but good with a leather strap covering my ass and especially my little girl pussy with welts. Often I’d been so close to reaching my peak when she caught me that I cum in the process of the beating. She thought I was screaming in pain and sometimes I was, but she made me cum a lot   It was very kinky bordering on incest.  I find now that I can’t cum as easily as when I am forced to or the sex has an edge to it.   I’ve always thought you were the right guy to help me experiment but I never knew how to bring up the subject.  Do you think I’m terribly perverted, or would you be willing to do more wicked things to me?”

            “What exactly are you thinking of?”

            “I have to function sexually in normal everyday sex and I am learning to, but I have longed for the last ten years maybe my whole life to have someone explore really hurting me, but you are the only person I know who I could trust to hurt me, I mean REALY hurt me, you know cause intense pain—no broken bones or anything, but you know to hurt me sexually.  Once last summer I took and switch and used it on my tits.  It left a lovely stripe, but I didn’t have the nerve to hit myself that hard again.  God, I do wish you could have seen how I masturbated about it for weeks afterward.  That what I want real pain, even temporary damage, but nothing that would deform me for life.”

            “I don’t know April.  I’ve never set out to hurt someone…”

            “But you wouldn’t be.  No really deep down.  You’d be giving me pleasure.”

            “I’ve read about such things and they always say you should have a code word or action to indicate in something is going too far.”

            “No.  I don’t want control.  Don’t you get it?  I get excited by what you just did even though I instigated it, but what I secretly desire is to have you hurt me any way you want, as much as you want, for as long as you want, without any escape possible except to take the pain and enjoy the pleasure.  I want you to force me to do every nasty thing you want me to.”

            “When do you feel up to this?”

            “Right now.”

            All right, go pee and I’ll pour you a drink; I think you’re going to need it. 

            To be continued…       Thomascan06@yahoo.com

 

 

 

            “You masturbate a lot, right?”

            She seemed shocked but nodded dumbly.

            “Do it for me now!”

            Slowly both hands went to her sex and she began to toy with her labia.  I turned on the camera then sat down on the sofa and watched her my cock hard once more.  Soon her fingers were a rapidly moving blur on her clit, her hips moving and back arching up and she pleasured herself.  Now that she was aroused I questioned her. 

“How often do you masturbate?”

“Every day.  Often more than once.”

“Do you use sex toys?”

“Yes.”

“Where are they?”

“In the bedside table.”

“Don’t you dare cum until I come back.”

Checking her sex toys I found three basic vibrators, one really large suction cup vibrator with a raised clitoral stimulator and a very basic pair of screw adjusted nipple clamps. Taking the large vibrator and the clamps I walked back to the living room where April is writhing in frustration holding herself off from her climax.  Seeing me, she attacked her clit and was over the edge of her orgasm in seconds, sighing and moaning her wetness clearly visible on her fingers.

     “Well it would seem you are already quite into what we have planned. Please look at the camera and while I explain what I think you are asking for.  I am getting ready to restrain you and this is going to be the last easy exit from this pathway.  You want me to hurt you, to torture you sexually to let you experience not only someone else controlling you, but forcing you to get your pleasure in the midst of pain.  You expressed your limits, no severe injury like broken bones, but you want to experience real, significant, perhaps even agonizing pain, and don’t mind welts, bruising and similar damage even though they might leave some scaring, although I will try not to break the skin surface in anything we do.  You do not want a safe word or motion whereby you can end the action if it gets too painful for you.  You realize that ropes and restraints will leave marks as well and that I will be sexually using your body with nothing off limits.  Are you sure about all this or would you like to reconsider.”

“Are you kidding?  Tom, I have fantasized about this for years.  You’re they only one I could surrender so completely to without worrying they might kill me in the heat of the moment.  No matter how much I scream or cry keep going.  Force me beyond what I think I can do.  If I should pass out keep going. Use and abuse me as the dirty slut I am deep down.  Do what you will to me and let me be your victim.  Hurt me bad.  I need this.  I have been a bad girl.

“Stand up!”

Taking the rope I began by binding her breasts.  I wrapped the rope painfully tight about the lovely round softness of her twin mounds until the both stuck perfectly outward from her chest the skin tight from the pressure and beginning to both swell from the restricted blood flow cause by the ropes.  Blood could flow into her breasts, but it was harder getting it out and her white skin was turning a deep purple and becoming taut from the swelling.

Once her breasts were dealt with I placed the suction cup toy in such a place that she had to straddle the chair facing the wrong way her chest toward the low chair back to impale herself upon it.  As the tip found her opening she gasped out.  “I’ve never been able to take the whole thing. It was a gag gift from my bachelorette party, not something intended to be really fucked.”

“Well we are going to see if things are different today,” I told her as I pressed her down onto the huge artificial cock.  While made of soft material the vibrator must have been some 10 inches long and probably eight inches around with the head even larger.  I wasn’t surprised such a tiny girl hard never tried to force it in but she was trying now and at last after many, many thrusts she had the thing buried deep enough where the clitoral stimulator was where it belonged. 

Forcing her to stay still, while deeply impaled, I took out the athletic support bandages I’d found in her bathroom and carefully wrapped them about her arms so that in the end each whole arm was secured from just below the shoulder to the wrist against the chair back’s outer spindles.  In this position her now purple breasts hung proudly out over the chair back.  Using the same type of restraint I secured her legs in a frog like position to the lower chair, but I was unhappy because she could still move her chest and hips enough to cause problems so I walked out to my truck and came back with some webbed cargo straps and their ratchets.  I used on over her hips to press her further unto the intruding toy in her pussy and then used a second to make sure her chest movement was not such as to change to location of her breasts.  Next I blindfolded her with scarf.  Gathering the other items I had found I reached down and turn on the sex toy. 

I didn’t have to wait long for she cried out in shock and then pleasure as the little clitoral stimulator began working on her center of pleasure.  Taking her nipple clamps I sucked on each of her hard tips then applied the clamp each gaining a deep pained moan.  I allowed her to adjust to this sensation then removed them and tightened the screw and reapplied them to her nipples this time getting a pained yip from her as she realized the crushing effect of the now tight clamps.  I toyed with them bringing her more pain and pleasure twisting and tugging on the clamps and as I did so I noted the little rubber protectors seemed removable so when I took them off the next time I slid them off revealing serrated teeth in the alligator clamp.  I tightened them all the way and replaced the tips.  I wanted her to see this.  Holding them in front of her I removed the protective covers and then placed the first on her left nipple.  The moment I allowed the pressure to close April began to thrash against her bounds screaming in pain and panic.  Even on five acres I could hardly have the police respond to reports of a screaming woman so I grabbed the nearest item I could—her panties and tied them in place with another scarf from her dresser as a gag, then I examined her nipple.  The teeth we deeply indented into the sensitive skin but she was not bleeding so I placed the second one and watched her suffer.  In about ten minutes her muffled cried changed tones and I thought the vibrator might be doing it job.  I shoved a finger up her ass just in time to feel the contractions of her orgasm.

Great, I thought she has cum in pain.  Now it was time for more severe pain.  Removing the clamps I allowed her nipple to recover their sensitivity and then prepared to use one of the items from the garage.   Out on a shelf I had notice this oversized mousetrap, not quite a rattrap it was nevertheless markedly larger than the standard mousetrap.  The spring was very stiff and strong when I tested it and now I pulled it back and aimed carefully, letting it snap shut on her right nipple.

Her whole body jerked in agony.  She tried desperately to move anything to escape the paint that sprang from a point that usually yielded pleasure.  He mouth opened in muffled screams.  I pulled the trap off the nipple without opening it, allowing it to crush the very sensitive tip as it at last snapped free.  She sat there breathing in shallow, rapid gasps not knowing what was coming next but trying to prepare mentally for the next onslaught of pain suddenly taking this seriously.  I could tell by her body language she expected I would move on and do the same thing to the other nipple so I pulled back the metal mechanism and snapped it shut once more on the same nipple. Her whole body stiffed and clenched, but the noise this time was different and it took me a moment to realize she’d just cum again.

I soon fell into a pattern working both nipples and the areola surrounding them. After a few snaps the crushed nipples began to swell with bruising.  I had to be careful to turn the trap this way and that so that no single area of the nipples or surrounding tissue received too many blows and tore.  By the time they’d each received maybe two dozen crushing impacts them whole nipple structure, areolas included was erotically swollen and puffy, sticking out a good inch and a half from the surrounding breasts.  The pace couldn’t be rushed and I wasn’t sure how far to push my friend.  I knew from her reactions I had her in agony a good portion of the time, but over the two hours of nipple torture she kept climaxing about every 15 minutes.  Even this I discovered was torture for her, because after she peaked her clit was super sensitive like most women’s are, but in her current position the direct stimulation to her clit continued unabated and she had to endure to until her body would calm down and begin building for another climax which the whole cycle taking some 15 minutes. 

By the time her nipples looked like any more might make them bleed, April’s appearance had markedly altered.  Her hair, in fact her whole body was soaked in sweat.  Her head lolled to the side except in the agonizing periods ever few minutes when the trap would crush her nipples.  In the chair the vibrator stood in a sea of her juices.  It was time to move on.  Slowly I disconnected her from the chair and helped her onto her feet.  She leaned heavily against me as I brought her to the bed and laid her down.  I got a towel and dried her off.  After a drink she looked better.  But I wasn’t yet done even though she thought so. 

Gathering towel razor and other supplies I settled between her legs and shaved her vulva until she was completely bare.  I knew this would make her super sensitive.  Her four poster bed was perfect for what I had in mind, but my cock was on fire after two hours of off and on erections while tormenting her nipples.  So I fucked her newly shaved pussy leaving another deposit deep within her.  She was so tired she was completely passive allowing me to use her as I would.  Even when I masturbated her as I fucked her willing pussy she just allowed the orgasm to take her without much movement. 

At last I got her back on her feet at the foot of the bed and tied her arms very tight and firm to the upright posts.  Her legs were then spread and tied as far apart as possible, increasing the strain on her arms.  I could see her examining her damaged nipples in the mirrored headboard.  I re-gagged her and then brought in the switches I’d cut outside.  She looked at me in panic, but I ignored her worries and selecting a long limber branch I showed it to her.  The noise of the switch moving through the air seemed to terrify her as much as the impact.  Her exhausted body seemed to leap forward in her bindings as the bright red stripe appeared on her buttocks.  Selecting a slow steady pace in the next few minutes I had her butt and backs of her thighs covered.  She sagged her weight on her arms as I studied her the tracks of her tears plain on her cheeks.

I wanted her standing on her feet for what was to come but she was slow to respond when I mentioned this, so stepping behind her slumped form I took careful aim at her newly shaved slit and struck her as hard as I could.  Even through the gag I could hear her agonized screams coming one after another in an endless wail of suffering.  She was standing now and I carefully covered her breasts with stripes from the switches.  Then with well-aimed blows I did the same to utra-sensitive and newly shaved public mound.

Walking out to the living room I found the pair of vise-grips I had brought in earlier.  Now it was time for the final agony, time to raise her pain to another level.  The vice grips would literally crush whatever I clamped and I opened them slightly not wanting to destroy but to crush and hurt her most delicate structures.  Picking her left nipple I crushed it in the pliers until they locked.  April spasmodically jerked this way and that trying anything to escape the heavy crushing pressure of the vice grip that now dangled from her nipple pulling and tugging with every movement causing even more pain. Her voice nothing more than a thin wail of misery behind the gag.

After watching her for a couple minutes I reached out and released the vise grip listening as her gasping cry of agony changed to muffled sobs.  After another few minutes I placed the vice grips on the other nipple.  I looked at her wondering it I should continue but there was nothing in her eyes to guide me just her desperation to avoid more pain, but she had requested I push her beyond this level so I crushed this nipple as well.  She screamed out and then slumped, passed out from the pain, I realized.  Just as well.

I removed the vice grips from her nipple and sat on the floor between her legs. Pulled up on the skin above her clit exposed it and while she was out cold I clamped the vice grips on her tender clit.  Leaving it dangle I got some water to woke her up with a cup of water to the face and couple of jaw ringing slaps.  If she’d been in panic before she was frantic now, but there was no escape from the crushing steel on her clit or the heavy wrench’s weight dangling from her organ. 

Using the towel I dried her ass from all the fluids pouring from her pussy then positioning myself at her opening then I began and long hard process of dry fucking her in the ass.  I’d never realized before just how painful it is for the guy to fuck a woman in her unlubed anus.  She was so tight I thought my cock would break and at last I oilded my tool for my comfort more than hers and soon as inside her and thrusting as her flesh clung to me with every movement I couldn’t last too long and in fifteen minutes I felt her begin to climax, her spasms lifting over the edge into huge contractions of pleasure pouring my juices into her backside.  As I withdrew I reached around and removed the pair of vice grips that had so tormented her clit.  I untied her and she collapsed in a heap on the floor murmuring, crying and moaning.  I bodily had to pick her up and place her in the bed.   Toweling her down I saw her smile tiredly. 

“It was worse and better than I ever imagined.”

“You need to sleep.”

“I will.  You’re going to stay aren’t you?”

“Of course I will.”

“Just one more thing, before I sleep.”

“What is it?”

“I’ve done so many things I never even thought about.  I need some normalcy.”

“Everything is over.  Things are back to normal. What else do you need?”

“ I need you…” she trailed off sleepily, then continued, “to fuck me!”

I smiled as I climbed on top. 

 

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Because our physical relationship was based solely upon the exploration of her sexuality as it related to pain and non-consent, both of us knew that the time would come when she had come as far as she desired.  In the end this type of relationship would be non-sustainable precisely because I was not a true dominant—the very reason she chose me as a safe partner for painful exploration.  It was also true that she wanted to explore this type of sexuality, but was also not totally submissive and would never explore it with anyone else wanting the control of picking me the one person she could trust and surrender to.

 

Hence, although neither of us said anything, our time together was ending.  Soon she would need to close this chapter of her life and move on to finding fulfillment in a sustainable and most likely, conventional relationship.  I wanted this final session to be memorable and it took some careful thought, some work in front of the grinder and a little on-line shopping to make it all come together.

 

April’s back deck was supported by some large four-by-fours and I placed a large screw in ring high on one of these beams.  Now that spring was underway the temperature was warm enough for outdoor activity of the sort I had in mind. 

 

That evening I had the naked April come out of walk out basement and up to the post under the deck.  Tying her hands together in front of her, I looped the rope through the ring and pulled her arms up until she was standing on her toes fully extended, the post up against her sternum, her breasts resting alongside of the post. 

 

For the occasion I had purchased a red ball gag which I now inserted taking time to get it good and snug to muffle the expected screams.  My next surprise was a flogger made of suede.  It made a great noise, was a heavy thump on her skin with each blow and had great wrap around potential.  I flogged her back and buttocks leaving mild marks and moved on to my real aim, her breasts.  Standing in front of her I struck her tits much harder than I had her back and was rewarded with muffled cries of pain.  Then I stepped back behind her and struck at the side of her breasts.  The heavy material of the whip wrapped around the front of her breast cutting sharply into the white sensitive flesh and nipples, because as the whip wraps around a structure the velocity of the tip markedly increases and amplifies the force applied so these blows were by far the worse on her sensitive and sexually responsive nipples. 

 

Next I took a short length of heavy wooden dowel and tied it to each ankle forcing the legs at least a foot apart from each other almost pulling her poor suffering arms our of their sockets with the strain.  I ran my hand down each tensed arm feeling her flesh maximally stressed all the way down the underside of her arms to her chest where I brutally pinched her nipples, crushing each in my fingers until she screamed in agony as her hard tips were twisted and pulled far away from the breast.  At last I explored between her legs and found her very wet. 

 

I worked her hard little clit bringing gasps of pleasure from her but as she began nearing release I stopped and sough out the flogger.  This time the wrap around target was her moist pussy.  I would hit the buttocks and let the whip ends wrap under into her hot pink folds bringing more than cries and muffled shrieks as the flogger’s tips found not only her labia and clit, but her aroused entrance.

 

My cock was huge, but I needed to hold off just a little longer.  I had carefully shaped some thick metal nails so that they started thin at the tip and expanded in thickness quickly. These had been store in a glass jar of rubbing alcohol to keep them sterile, now I took them out and poured the jar carefully of each of her cut and bruised breasts, making April writhe in pain as the liquid hit her damaged nerves.  Then taking one of the specially designed nails I positioned it at the base of her left nipple and with quick blows nailed her nipple to the wood.

 

April screamed in agony behind the gag, but I pounded the nail until the head crushed the nipple firmly against the wooden beam and then repeated the maneuver on the right nipple.  Observing her in the throes of agony I stepped behind her and entered her vaginally enjoying the massive wetness of her opening trusting her had and forcing her to move against the trapped nipples a thin track of blood now running down either side of the post. 

 

After several minutes of fucking her wet woman passage I withdrew and began working my organ up past her tight anal opening and once inside fucked her mercilessly and hard while reaching around and finding her clit.  She began to tighten around me and the sensations were wonderful.  Both of us were climbing closer and closer to release.  I could hold out no longer and began filling her bowels with a massive load and as I shot my first emissions into I heard her cry out and felt the rhythmic contractions of her climax around my member.  I withdrew and untied her hands and feet.  Standing secured by her nailed down nipples, her hands examined the punctured nipples in the mix of fascination and horror.  Our activity had stretched the holes larger than the diameter of the nails meaning removal would be hopefully simple. 

 

Using the hammer I carefully removed the nails from the beam leaving them in the nipples for the moment as April quietly freaked out about her newly altered nipples.  I pulled out the nipple rings I had keep in the jewel box until now.  The gold rings were placed as the nails were removed accompanied by April’s startled cry of pain and fear along with a little fresh blood.  Once placed the rings looked real good and we went back inside to wash off the blood and later have a gentle, good-by fuck.

 

This was twenty-two years ago.  Today April is happily married to a man who understands her need of restraint and allows her sexual freedom.  She doesn’t practice any painful sex these days.  The nipple rings are still in place and playing with them brings her endless pleasure, at least they did earlier this year when I last enjoyed them.  She no longer lives in that same house, but if you ever happen to visit a home in the North East that has a second story deck with posts supporting it look for the small holes and the faint trickle of blood running 12-18 inches down each side and if you find them – remember the time you too enjoyed with me exploring April.          

 

 

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Experimenting with and in April

 

Chapter One

 

 

 

As a male in a mostly female profession I been privy to more female ideas, sexual talk, and preferences, than most men will ever hear in their lifetimes.  However, nothing had quite prepared me for my experiences with a co-worker named April.  April was in her mid thirties.  A petite blond with cute B+ cup breasts and an hourglass figure that I had lusted after for years, but alas, our relationship was more brother/ sister than lovers and we’d learned to leave well enough alone and enjoyed each other’s company.  We made an odd couple with her 4 foot 9 inches, maybe 100 pounds soaking wet so and me being 6 foot 6 while tipping the scale at 250 pounds. Friends since we were in nursing school together we had worked in the same hospital and though we no longer worked the same departments we kept in touch and talked a couple times a week at work enjoying the easy-going friendship that only exists after a decade.

It hadn’t all been fun and games I been there through some bad times as well. I was on duty that terrible time her only pregnancy turned into a ruptured tube and massive hemorrhage nearing taking her life.  My surgical team saved her life, but in the process we forever ending her fertility. I remembered when her marriage fell apart in the aftermath of that great loss and how I’d talk to her for hours encouraging her along until things got better. 

Years had passed and we stayed close and still visited when we could.  It was during one of these talks in the hospital that we discovered we were both planning to take an extremely challenging certification exam in a few weeks.  “Why don’t you come over Saturday and we can quiz each other?” She asked.

I agreed and the next Saturday afternoon found us at her lovely county house set on some five acres working hard at the brightly lit kitchen table while a light snow blew about outside.  I couldn’t help admiring her breasts and they moved freely and gracefully under her blouse, but knew like all the countless times we’d been together, nothing would ever happen between us, except for affectionate hugs and kisses.  So I put my thoughts of sex with her tight, toned body away and suggested we go get something to eat. 

            The local dinner provided an informal yet intimate setting, but as I stepped over to take her arm I slipped on the back ice in the parking lot and would have fallen except for my hand finding her blouse.  I had grabbed blindly and caught the fabric at the level of her cleavage ripping the top three buttons off her blouse exposing her braless breasts to view.  I apologized, and quickly offered to take her back home to change, but she refused.  She simply covered her nipples by shifting her top and told me.  “I’m hungry!  You exposed my boobs so you can just suffer through the meal having to look at them.  And look at them I did.  Even with her blouse put back together and tucked in her top was open to a point several inches below her lovely white orbs and any movement exposed an indecent amount to cleavage at times showing hints of her areolas and forcing her to rearrange the top to stay legally covered.  

            I was rock hard and she knew the effect she was having on me and laughed knowing my discomfort, as my rigid cock was outlined clearly in my pants.  Thankfully we were sitting in the booth, but just as I started to relax I discovered she kicked off her shoes and was running her feet up and down the outline of my hard organ.  She leaned back in the seat shamelessly cupping her breasts for just a moment in the nearly empty dinner and whispering “Ahhh a sizable cock.”

            I finished the meal in a trance and somehow drove back to her house.  The door had hardly shut before we are locked in a passionate kiss that went on for many minutes.  At last I reached for her nipples as she began to moan and cry out in real passion. I removed what remained of her top and began to suckle her engorged and sensitive tips as her hips began to move against me as if of their own accord, her breath coming in quick gasps.  We had stumbled to the living room floor by this point and I wanted her naked.  Unzipping her jeans I hooked a couple of fingers under her panties and she lifted her ass so I could pull them down.  As I did, she screamed one of the longest and loudest screams I’ve ever heard.  I knew I must have hurt her so I stopped and inquired what was wrong, but at first she couldn’t talk.  Tears streamed down her checks and she writhed on the floor until she at last explained that she’d not been hurt, but as her panties pulled away from her pussy, her body has surprised her with one of the most intense orgasms of her life.  After this, I couldn’t wait to enter her and in only two of three trusts my balls we slapping against her ass as she groaned and cried out and here was were it got interesting   

            I flipped her over to her belly and began seriously fucking her from behind when she pleaded with me to hold down her hands so I pinned them beside her head as I pistoned in and out of her tiny body.  In shifting position slightly I let go of her hands and she just about shrieked out her demand that I hold them down once more.  At this point and I decided to see just how far she wanted to go.  I grabbed her hands and pulled them both up behind her.  Using my belt I tied them roughly behind her.  I then gagged her with her shirt and fucked her good and hard her juicy pussy making sloppy noises amid her stifled cried of pleasure.  Pulling my wet cock from her vulva I worked the wet tip into her tiny pink anus feeling her tense and fight against the intrusion. 

            She was so small the sensations were astonishing.  She fought against it at first but there was nothing she could do and I was soon buried to the hilt in her sweet ass.  As I began to work in and out I suddenly felt her snug orifice contract against me as she climaxed. I held her hips and kept fucking her anal passage felling her slowly shift from riding the waves of her last orgasm to the realization she was still getting fucked in the ass and now that her climax was over she’d just as soon be done.  This is so natural.  Anyone would be scared of a large object up their ass when they are not headed toward their own orgasm.  I was lucky that along the way I’d learned that if a woman can endure a few minutes of dealing with fear arousal will build back up.  She knew she wasn’t being hurt, but she was very worried about being hurt, but she would have to tolerate it just a little longer. 

            As I worked in and out of her with smooth strokes, I remembered the first time I’d experienced a woman’s back door.  I’d been over to a friend’s house when he wasn’t there and I’d gotten involved with his younger sister.  Fearful of pregnancy she offered her ass for my pleasure and I discovered that while I don’t have a massive cock of the type that instills any other man who sees it with penis envy, nor do I have movie star looks, I did for whatever reason have a cock that when concealed in the depths of a woman’s anus before long she begin to climax without clitoral contact and it frequently happens repeatedly.  April’s new movements under me interrupted my thoughts and sure enough I could tell she had gone from fear to rebuilding arousal once more.  She moaned deeply her body rhythmically contracting about my hard shaft just moments before I filled her ass with my creamy load   Gasping I lay atop her my super sensitive organ within her Rolling to the side my cock was still hard enough to slide in and out of her moving from her ass to her cunt as I willed, just using her to gain the last pleasure from my exhausted manhood.  My finger just naturally began rubbing her sex and soon another orgasm tore through her restrained body.

            Until this afternoon I’d never tied up anyone in sex play, now I’d tied up one of my best friends and I began worrying about her reaction.  What if she resented it?  Not only could I find her friendly no longer, but, I could find myself accused of raping and sodomizing her. So it was with some trepidation I released her hands from behind her and untied the gag.

            “Did I do what you wanted?” I asked

            “You won’t get any complaints from me.  God Tom, I came more times and more intensely than I have and years.  You’ve been so special to me for all these years I never wanted to ruin our relationship with sex but now there is something I feel compelled to tell you and I don’t want you to think I’m strange or something. But you’re the only one I can trust with this.

You see, when I was little, my Mother would catch me playing with myself and would make me kneel down naked with my head on the floor, my ass raised and my legs spread as far as possible.  She was going the spank my “naughty parts” so I wouldn’t play with them. Them she’d go and wail me but good with a leather strap covering my ass and especially my little girl pussy with welts. Often I’d been so close to reaching my peak when she caught me that I cum in the process of the beating. She thought I was screaming in pain and sometimes I was, but she made me cum a lot   It was very kinky bordering on incest.  I find now that I can’t cum as easily as when I am forced to or the sex has an edge to it.   I’ve always thought you were the right guy to help me experiment but I never knew how to bring up the subject.  Do you think I’m terribly perverted, or would you be willing to do more wicked things to me?”

            “What exactly are you thinking of?”

            “I have to function sexually in normal everyday sex and I am learning to, but I have longed for the last ten years maybe my whole life to have someone explore really hurting me, but you are the only person I know who I could trust to hurt me, I mean REALY hurt me, you know cause intense pain—no broken bones or anything, but you know to hurt me sexually.  Once last summer I took and switch and used it on my tits.  It left a lovely stripe, but I didn’t have the nerve to hit myself that hard again.  God, I do wish you could have seen how I masturbated about it for weeks afterward.  That what I want real pain, even temporary damage, but nothing that would deform me for life.”

            “I don’t know April.  I’ve never set out to hurt someone…”

            “But you wouldn’t be.  No really deep down.  You’d be giving me pleasure.”

            “I’ve read about such things and they always say you should have a code word or action to indicate in something is going too far.”

            “No.  I don’t want control.  Don’t you get it?  I get excited by what you just did even though I instigated it, but what I secretly desire is to have you hurt me any way you want, as much as you want, for as long as you want, without any escape possible except to take the pain and enjoy the pleasure.  I want you to force me to do every nasty thing you want me to.”

            “When do you feel up to this?”

            “Right now.”

            All right, go pee and I’ll pour you a drink; I think you’re going to need it. 

            To be continued…       Thomascan06@yahoo.com

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

    

            “You masturbate a lot, right?”

            She seemed shocked but nodded dumbly.

            “Do it for me now!”

            Slowly both hands went to her sex and she began to toy with her labia.  I turned on the camera then sat down on the sofa and watched her my cock hard once more.  Soon her fingers were a rapidly moving blur on her clit, her hips moving and back arching up and she pleasured herself.  Now that she was aroused I questioned her. 

“How often do you masturbate?”

“Every day.  Often more than once.”

“Do you use sex toys?”

“Yes.”

“Where are they?”

“In the bedside table.”

“Don’t you dare cum until I come back.”

Checking her sex toys I found three basic vibrators, one really large suction cup vibrator with a raised clitoral stimulator and a very basic pair of screw adjusted nipple clamps. Taking the large vibrator and the clamps I walked back to the living room where April is writhing in frustration holding herself off from her climax.  Seeing me, she attacked her clit and was over the edge of her orgasm in seconds, sighing and moaning her wetness clearly visible on her fingers.

     “Well it would seem you are already quite into what we have planned. Please look at the camera and while I explain what I think you are asking for.  I am getting ready to restrain you and this is going to be the last easy exit from this pathway.  You want me to hurt you, to torture you sexually to let you experience not only someone else controlling you, but forcing you to get your pleasure in the midst of pain.  You expressed your limits, no severe injury like broken bones, but you want to experience real, significant, perhaps even agonizing pain, and don’t mind welts, bruising and similar damage even though they might leave some scaring, although I will try not to break the skin surface in anything we do.  You do not want a safe word or motion whereby you can end the action if it gets too painful for you.  You realize that ropes and restraints will leave marks as well and that I will be sexually using your body with nothing off limits.  Are you sure about all this or would you like to reconsider.”

“Are you kidding?  Tom, I have fantasized about this for years.  You’re they only one I could surrender so completely to without worrying they might kill me in the heat of the moment.  No matter how much I scream or cry keep going.  Force me beyond what I think I can do.  If I should pass out keep going. Use and abuse me as the dirty slut I am deep down.  Do what you will to me and let me be your victim.  Hurt me bad.  I need this.  I have been a bad girl.

“Stand up!”

Taking the rope I began by binding her breasts.  I wrapped the rope painfully tight about the lovely round softness of her twin mounds until the both stuck perfectly outward from her chest the skin tight from the pressure and beginning to both swell from the restricted blood flow cause by the ropes.  Blood could flow into her breasts, but it was harder getting it out and her white skin was turning a deep purple and becoming taut from the swelling.

Once her breasts were dealt with I placed the suction cup toy in such a place that she had to straddle the chair facing the wrong way her chest toward the low chair back to impale herself upon it.  As the tip found her opening she gasped out.  “I’ve never been able to take the whole thing. It was a gag gift from my bachelorette party, not something intended to be really fucked.”

“Well we are going to see if things are different today,” I told her as I pressed her down onto the huge artificial cock.  While made of soft material the vibrator must have been some 10 inches long and probably eight inches around with the head even larger.  I wasn’t surprised such a tiny girl hard never tried to force it in but she was trying now and at last after many, many thrusts she had the thing buried deep enough where the clitoral stimulator was where it belonged. 

Forcing her to stay still, while deeply impaled, I took out the athletic support bandages I’d found in her bathroom and carefully wrapped them about her arms so that in the end each whole arm was secured from just below the shoulder to the wrist against the chair back’s outer spindles.  In this position her now purple breasts hung proudly out over the chair back.  Using the same type of restraint I secured her legs in a frog like position to the lower chair, but I was unhappy because she could still move her chest and hips enough to cause problems so I walked out to my truck and came back with some webbed cargo straps and their ratchets.  I used on over her hips to press her further unto the intruding toy in her pussy and then used a second to make sure her chest movement was not such as to change to location of her breasts.  Next I blindfolded her with scarf.  Gathering the other items I had found I reached down and turn on the sex toy. 

I didn’t have to wait long for she cried out in shock and then pleasure as the little clitoral stimulator began working on her center of pleasure.  Taking her nipple clamps I sucked on each of her hard tips then applied the clamp each gaining a deep pained moan.  I allowed her to adjust to this sensation then removed them and tightened the screw and reapplied them to her nipples this time getting a pained yip from her as she realized the crushing effect of the now tight clamps.  I toyed with them bringing her more pain and pleasure twisting and tugging on the clamps and as I did so I noted the little rubber protectors seemed removable so when I took them off the next time I slid them off revealing serrated teeth in the alligator clamp.  I tightened them all the way and replaced the tips.  I wanted her to see this.  Holding them in front of her I removed the protective covers and then placed the first on her left nipple.  The moment I allowed the pressure to close April began to thrash against her bounds screaming in pain and panic.  Even on five acres I could hardly have the police respond to reports of a screaming woman so I grabbed the nearest item I could—her panties and tied them in place with another scarf from her dresser as a gag, then I examined her nipple.  The teeth we deeply indented into the sensitive skin but she was not bleeding so I placed the second one and watched her suffer.  In about ten minutes her muffled cried changed tones and I thought the vibrator might be doing it job.  I shoved a finger up her ass just in time to feel the contractions of her orgasm.

Great, I thought she has cum in pain.  Now it was time for more severe pain.  Removing the clamps I allowed her nipple to recover their sensitivity and then prepared to use one of the items from the garage.   Out on a shelf I had notice this oversized mousetrap, not quite a rattrap it was nevertheless markedly larger than the standard mousetrap.  The spring was very stiff and strong when I tested it and now I pulled it back and aimed carefully, letting it snap shut on her right nipple.

Her whole body jerked in agony.  She tried desperately to move anything to escape the paint that sprang from a point that usually yielded pleasure.  He mouth opened in muffled screams.  I pulled the trap off the nipple without opening it, allowing it to crush the very sensitive tip as it at last snapped free.  She sat there breathing in shallow, rapid gasps not knowing what was coming next but trying to prepare mentally for the next onslaught of pain suddenly taking this seriously.  I could tell by her body language she expected I would move on and do the same thing to the other nipple so I pulled back the metal mechanism and snapped it shut once more on the same nipple. Her whole body stiffed and clenched, but the noise this time was different and it took me a moment to realize she’d just cum again.

I soon fell into a pattern working both nipples and the areola surrounding them. After a few snaps the crushed nipples began to swell with bruising.  I had to be careful to turn the trap this way and that so that no single area of the nipples or surrounding tissue received too many blows and tore.  By the time they’d each received maybe two dozen crushing impacts them whole nipple structure, areolas included was erotically swollen and puffy, sticking out a good inch and a half from the surrounding breasts.  The pace couldn’t be rushed and I wasn’t sure how far to push my friend.  I knew from her reactions I had her in agony a good portion of the time, but over the two hours of nipple torture she kept climaxing about every 15 minutes.  Even this I discovered was torture for her, because after she peaked her clit was super sensitive like most women’s are, but in her current position the direct stimulation to her clit continued unabated and she had to endure to until her body would calm down and begin building for another climax which the whole cycle taking some 15 minutes. 

By the time her nipples looked like any more might make them bleed, April’s appearance had markedly altered.  Her hair, in fact her whole body was soaked in sweat.  Her head lolled to the side except in the agonizing periods ever few minutes when the trap would crush her nipples.  In the chair the vibrator stood in a sea of her juices.  It was time to move on.  Slowly I disconnected her from the chair and helped her onto her feet.  She leaned heavily against me as I brought her to the bed and laid her down.  I got a towel and dried her off.  After a drink she looked better.  But I wasn’t yet done even though she thought so. 

Gathering towel razor and other supplies I settled between her legs and shaved her vulva until she was completely bare.  I knew this would make her super sensitive.  Her four poster bed was perfect for what I had in mind, but my cock was on fire after two hours of off and on erections while tormenting her nipples.  So I fucked her newly shaved pussy leaving another deposit deep within her.  She was so tired she was completely passive allowing me to use her as I would.  Even when I masturbated her as I fucked her willing pussy she just allowed the orgasm to take her without much movement. 

At last I got her back on her feet at the foot of the bed and tied her arms very tight and firm to the upright posts.  Her legs were then spread and tied as far apart as possible, increasing the strain on her arms.  I could see her examining her damaged nipples in the mirrored headboard.  I re-gagged her and then brought in the switches I’d cut outside.  She looked at me in panic, but I ignored her worries and selecting a long limber branch I showed it to her.  The noise of the switch moving through the air seemed to terrify her as much as the impact.  Her exhausted body seemed to leap forward in her bindings as the bright red stripe appeared on her buttocks.  Selecting a slow steady pace in the next few minutes I had her butt and backs of her thighs covered.  She sagged her weight on her arms as I studied her the tracks of her tears plain on her cheeks.

I wanted her standing on her feet for what was to come but she was slow to respond when I mentioned this, so stepping behind her slumped form I took careful aim at her newly shaved slit and struck her as hard as I could.  Even through the gag I could hear her agonized screams coming one after another in an endless wail of suffering.  She was standing now and I carefully covered her breasts with stripes from the switches.  Then with well-aimed blows I did the same to utra-sensitive and newly shaved public mound.

Walking out to the living room I found the pair of vise-grips I had brought in earlier.  Now it was time for the final agony, time to raise her pain to another level.  The vice grips would literally crush whatever I clamped and I opened them slightly not wanting to destroy but to crush and hurt her most delicate structures.  Picking her left nipple I crushed it in the pliers until they locked.  April spasmodically jerked this way and that trying anything to escape the heavy crushing pressure of the vice grip that now dangled from her nipple pulling and tugging with every movement causing even more pain. Her voice nothing more than a thin wail of misery behind the gag.

After watching her for a couple minutes I reached out and released the vise grip listening as her gasping cry of agony changed to muffled sobs.  After another few minutes I placed the vice grips on the other nipple.  I looked at her wondering it I should continue but there was nothing in her eyes to guide me just her desperation to avoid more pain, but she had requested I push her beyond this level so I crushed this nipple as well.  She screamed out and then slumped, passed out from the pain, I realized.  Just as well.

I removed the vice grips from her nipple and sat on the floor between her legs. Pulled up on the skin above her clit exposed it and while she was out cold I clamped the vice grips on her tender clit.  Leaving it dangle I got some water to woke her up with a cup of water to the face and couple of jaw ringing slaps.  If she’d been in panic before she was frantic now, but there was no escape from the crushing steel on her clit or the heavy wrench’s weight dangling from her organ. 

Using the towel I dried her ass from all the fluids pouring from her pussy then positioning myself at her opening then I began and long hard process of dry fucking her in the ass.  I’d never realized before just how painful it is for the guy to fuck a woman in her unlubed anus.  She was so tight I thought my cock would break and at last I oilded my tool for my comfort more than hers and soon as inside her and thrusting as her flesh clung to me with every movement I couldn’t last too long and in fifteen minutes I felt her begin to climax, her spasms lifting over the edge into huge contractions of pleasure pouring my juices into her backside.  As I withdrew I reached around and removed the pair of vice grips that had so tormented her clit.  I untied her and she collapsed in a heap on the floor murmuring, crying and moaning.  I bodily had to pick her up and place her in the bed.   Toweling her down I saw her smile tiredly. 

“It was worse and better than I ever imagined.”

“You need to sleep.”

“I will.  You’re going to stay aren’t you?”

“Of course I will.”

“Just one more thing, before I sleep.”

“What is it?”

“I’ve done so many things I never even thought about.  I need some normalcy.”

“Everything is over.  Things are back to normal. What else do you need?”

“ I need you…” she trailed off sleepily, then continued, “to fuck me!”

I smiled as I climbed on top. 

 

Part three to follow

 

Comments welcome Thomascan06@Yahoo.com

 

  

                

 

April and I had spent a cold, but very interesting evening helping Carol care for her horses by lantern light including a long, cold struggle to heat the horses’ water with nothing but propane torches and then we retired back to April’s home, all of us chilled to the bone and happy to back with electric lights and a warm house. The girls suggest we use the hot tub on the sun porch, but my mind is still contemplating Carol’s barn and our conversations there.

 

The barn had a large center hallway with stall down each side.  At one end there were some multipurpose rooms for grooming in cross ties and a foaling or sick horse stall equipped with heat.  There was a large opening to the loft with a chain host for lifting heavy items.  Fascinatingly there was also a room with a very strong wooden frame shaped roughly like the rear half of a horse’s torso, the top and side heavily padded in plastic covered foam.  When I asked Carol what it was had explained that it was harvesting set up.  She’d had it built to protect her when she gathered sperm from her championship stallion.

 

We found out from Carol that because horses are very sensitive to sedation all non-manual methods of gaining sperm, such as electro-ejaculation are generally not used unless it is a last ditch final attempt at harvest from a dying horse.  Instead the horse is, in essence, masturbated to climax by hand, thus providing the sexual emission, which is saved for future use. 

 

The stand, she explained, provides a natural mounting location for the male and the shallow trench running under the stand allowed her to stand under the horse much the way service station grease pits allow the mechanic to work under a car.  “Even when you know an animal well, he is still 1300 pounds of excitement when sexually excited and he can easily kick or bite you if you’re not careful.”

 

“How does it work?  Do you just call him over and jerk him off?”

 

“Not quite, but close.  Once he knows what we are going to do in this stall he is generally willing.  We mix a bowl of water and lubricant and after the horse has mounted the hollow form his penis slides quite naturally into the opening and then you rub his cock by hand until ejaculation.  It is quite long and thick and but you have to work on the head more than the shaft,” Carol explained.  “He won’t cum unless you work his organ in tandem with his thrusting strokes.

 

I had other people show me how they harvest, but I never found it to an easy or safe operation bent over beside the animal, where any kick or bite could really harm me, so I had the frame built for protection.  After all I do want to harvest him.  People pay a lot for his sperm and there is a lot of it.  The average horse squirts out about a half cup at a time, more than even your cock Tom and your nearly bury me under your loads, but my guy here, he is almost always nearer a full cup and it can spray six or eight feet so you’ve got to be carefully or you’ll get a cup or warm horse spunk in your face and it will seem like a gallon!” 

 

We all laughed.  “Has that happened to you?”

 

Carol just smiled in a way that let no doubt that not only had she experienced horse spunk, but she had enjoyed it.  I was remembering this conversation and with it I began wondering about the idea of April sucking off a huge horse cock.  The idea was suddenly appealing, but that would have to wait for another day.  The water was hot and girls were already in and calling for me so I hurried to the tub, stripped and entered the hot water laying back and enjoying the warmth and made me feel sleepy. 

 

April was already playing with the jets, beginning to shamelessly masturbate making soft sexual sounds as one of the jets was shooting hot bubbles all over her clitoris. “Tell me a story.”  She begged softly between moans. “Tell Carol and me a fantasy like I like, only have all of it happen to Carol.”  She said looking at her naked friend with unconcealed lust.

 

“Sure,” Carol laughed.  “Go ahead.  Turn me on too.”

 

“I’m not sure April’s ideas will turn you on.  April likes things really rough.  Hell, she likes it violent and painful even more so in fantasy and we’ve done some very painful thing to her and I worry what turns her on will gross you out.”  I turned to April.  What exactly do you want to happen in her fantasy?”

 

I want you to rape her over and over.  I want your hand cock to force it way up her ass and I want her bound and sexually tortured until she is exhausted and then fucked even harder, and sexually tortured even more.  I want her stretched beyond anything she’s ever experienced or even thought of.   I want you to force her to climax over and over like you do me, even when I’m in pain, even when you’re crushing my nipples and I am in agony you play with my clit or fuck my asshole until I cum anyway and it is always the most intense orgasms I’ve even had.  I want the fantasy you make up for her to be so intense, so frightening, and so sexually exciting that it becomes the one and only thing she thinks of when she’s aroused, the one thing that totally turns her on and totally frightens her at the same time.”

 

“That’s a big order.  What about it Carol. Shall I try and make of a fantasy for you like this?  Would it turn you on?”  I could see her nipples had already stiffened in excitement and she too was finding a stream of hot water to pleasure her womanhood.   

 

“Try me.” She ordered.   “Make it really rough.  Show what my slutty girlfriend likes no matter how brutal.  Its only fantasy, torture me to death who cares?  If you do good, I might let you take me anyway, in any opening you want, if you’ll do me all night long she promised,” reaching out for my rapidly growing and already very large partial erection working it with her hand toward it’s full size.  “God,” she breathed.  “I need this in me so very bad.”  So what else could I do but begin.

 

“Ok.”  I began.  “It is late spring, early summer and the days are long and getting warm.  You’ve just finished your chores when you are grabbed from behind in the barn.  You struggle and see that I have hold of you and with me are three other guys. “If you fight it will just go worse for you.” I say menacingly when you stop your futile struggle.  I relax my grip and you try to escape twisting away, but the other guys are large and strong as well and two of them hold your arms and turn you to face me.

 

“So Carol, I guess you need to be taught so manners before we start fucking your tight little cunt.  Without warning I pull my arm back and slap you across the face.  You head snaps over to the other side and tears begin to flow.  A trickle of blood flows from where your lip contacted you teeth.  The pain isn’t so bad, but physiologically it is devastating a betrayal of your whole system of beliefs about how men and women relate.  You’ve never been struck by a man before and you’re shocked and appalled.  When you look up at me again I reach out and rip your shirt open exposing your lovely breasts in their lacy bra.  I pinch your nipples hard through the lace making you cry out in pain and fear knowing now without a doubt that all of us are going to rape you over and over, and hurt you as we take out pleasures with your body.  This will be your last visual experience for a while as I take the black cloth brought for the purpose and blindfold you. 

 

I want you to stop struggling and accept what is going to happen but you are still expecting normal polite behavior and that’s not what you get from a rapist.  So I hit you hard in the belly doubling you up in the guys’ arms.  It takes a couple of minutes for you to find your feet again still bent over, out of breath and hurting.  I crush your soft tits in my hands and then hit you in the belly once more and the guys drop you to the floor where we all kick and beat you, the blows landing on every part of you body except the face which I’d warned everybody to avoid no wanting to disfigure you.  At the same time I had the guy plan the pain to be sexual so the majority of the blows land on your breasts, butt and when possible we work to get your legs apart and one of the guys kicks you in between the legs several painful times, leaving you gasping in pain.  

 

It seems to have gone on forever, these blows and the pain, although just a couple of minutes have passed and you become aware the abuse has stopped and several hands are ripping your clothes off in frantic lust.  Now that you are in the right frame of mind you have stopped fighting.  Whatever is going to happen will happen now and your new goal is simply survival.  While they’ve been stripping you I’ve retrieved the huge jar of petroleum jelly you keep for treating the horses and I generously coat your, breasts especially your sensitive nipples and the guys start pulling and twisting them right away, forcing cries of pain and pleasure from you while I coat you whole vulva and anal opening in a think layer working fingers into your openings, while all the while assuring you it is for our pleasure and not yours. 

 

The guys drag you to a table where we lay you atop a couple of saddle blankets.  I had insisted on taking you first.  I wanted it to be someone you knew and I wanted you to opened by someone who wouldn’t tear you apart in their lust so before the guys shoved their organs up you I was going to initiate your body to an evening of forced sex and torture.  Therefore I had the guys pull your legs apart and I entered you tight and un-aroused pussy forcing your vaginal walls apart with my huge, swollen cock-head, making way for my eager and quivering shaft.  You lay still, but you can stop and deep animal noises that come from my forced invasion.  You are so very tight, fighting me and giving me even more pleasure from you semi-dry tightness.   At last my whole length is inside of you and I slowly pullback enjoying each and every interior fold of your vagina that caresses my thickness as it withdraws.   

 

I trust once more and find you are lubricating in spite of you wishes not to cooperate and I mock you with the fact that you are getting wet.  After a few more trusts I pull out and make you suck you own thick juices off of me then I return and fuck you hard, making you cry out with pleasure and fear at every insertion as your cunt begins making sloppy, wet noises in time with your moans and cries.

 

I hear April cum her body writhing against the hot tub jet.  Carol is making soft sounds of pleasure as the warm water laps at her most private areas like a tongue so I continue.

 

I withdraw my cock completely my organ dark and swollen from your pleasures.  I tell the guys to pull your legs way back and as you plead with me not to hurt you anymore making the guys holding your legs laugh and Norm whose meat was the longest of all of us mocks you saying, “You having begun to get hurt yet!”  I position my bulging penis against your tiny pink opening and slowing, enjoying every tiny sensation on my cock –head I force my way past your ring of muscle and in just a few strokes I am balls-deep inside your asshole.  I feel you stiffen and try to fight it as my thick organ forces your bowels to accommodate me.  It is useless to fight and I pull completely out and with one wicked stab take you easily to the hilt hearing your scream of agony and thrust viscously and enjoyably in and out of your back door noticing a slight seam of blood on my wet cock.  The others still surround you pinching your nipples, now horribly engorged and elongated and still they tug and pinch at them mercilessly.  Eric has his nine-inch long and uncircumcised cock going in and out of your mouth. The guys are still holding your legs back and with my cock in your ass and your freshly fucked cunt you are obscenely open and available.  Meanwhile I an enjoying the feel of your flesh clinging to my organ and so are you.  For the last couple of minutes you’ve been quietly chanting almost to yourself, “No!  No!” over and over, your body is saying yes and against your will you begin to enter into the most massive climax of your life.  It is the ultimate weapon of rape – forcing your own body to respond apart from your own will.  In another few minutes You fell me begin contracting my moans of pleasure mixing with your screams as my cock and hot juices rub all over your over sensitive clitoris after leaving your ass, my massive deposit left mostly in your rectum. 

 

Ed and I trade places his cock entering your well used anal passage while my cock fresh from the deepest exploration of your anus your ever experienced is presented from your mouth to clean covered in a mixture of your body’s juices and my thick, white fluid still dribbling our over your lips.

 

Sudden I hear Carol scream as her orgasm rips through her the warm water reaching all the places I been talking about.

 

From here on the next hour becomes a blur of cocks taking you any way they delight in.  Later you will only recall the time two guys took you at once one in you pussy and the other up the ass and how you fought against it for all you we worth but in the end you could prevent your own orgasm from tearing through your body against your will, further humiliating you that we could not only use your body, but force it to enjoy being used.

 

It takes over almost two hours for us to take a break from your rape.  In that time you’ve been taken vaginally to completion three times and anally four.  In addition two of the guys have shot loads in your mouth making you swallow something you’ve never been able to make yourself do before, yet, facing the prospect of more suffering, you gulped down their seed like a starved dog.

 

Now as Ed, the last guy is sliding his long cock inside you; you are able to take a look about as his organ makes wet sloppy noises in your well-used passage.  The rest of us stand around drinking beers and shouting encouragement to him.  He begins thrusting you harder and deeper and suddenly without any idea is was going to happen your arms are about him as you climax, crying out in pleasure as he fucks you harder than you ever been fucked at last you can feel his contractions as he leaves his sticky load inside your hot pink hole.

 

Hope that it might be over begins to creep into your thoughts as we stand or sit about and drink basically ignoring you and with this hope comes the worry that we are not done and what follows will be worse.  “Well,” you hear me tell the others.  “It’s about time to continue.”  And shortly you see me coming with a large coil of rope.

 

“Stand up!”  I order.

 

You do it.  I wrap the rope once about your lower torso passing just under your breasts and then Ed and Paul come over to help.  Each take hold of a nipple and brutally pull the breasts away from your chest wall as I wrap a circle of rope about the base each of your breasts so tightly that as I pull them tight the skin is painfully pinched and the breast where it meets your chest is markedly compressed like a sausage link and I continue this process until each of your tits is wrapped snuggly and protruding obscenely like an offering just waiting to be tormented and pleasured.

 

I then turn you about and the guys tie you arms behind you painfully pulling not only your wrists together but wrapping the two arms until the elbows nearly touch.  The pain in your shoulders is agonizing and now I walk you to the barn hallway where the access to the loft is.  The chain hoist will lift a ton and will certainly handle your 100 pounds.  I slid the hook under the rope between your breasts and begin to have the guys raise you up.  

 

You are in a complete panic at the thought of being hung by your tits and yet as the rope bites deeply into you soft flesh you are first on you feet and then your toes and now in intense pain your while weight is now totally resting on your tortured mammaries.

 

After getting you a couple of feet off the ground we gather around you feel our hands exploring you, our fingers tugging and cruelly crushing your sweet little nipples which in the past had only brought you pleasure.  Now you cry out in pains you never imagined possible.

 

Just when you thought things could not get worse you watch us talk together for a moment and then return to our pants and we each return with our thick leather belts and without warning and from every direction the blows begin falling causing you to scream in pain and writhe trying to escape but there is nothing you can do as the blows concentrate on you butt and especially the swollen, discolored breasts and their stiff nipples. 

 

April is climaxing once more her fingers franticly moving over her clit.

 

The first couple of minutes pass and you begin to retreat to some inner place the strangely you are aware of each painful impact but their effect upon you is now more mental than physical even though you can hear your own shrieks and screams of agony as four guys take turns beating the hell out of your once beautiful tits, now a purple mass of severely bruised tissue topped with raw and damaged nipples which are targeted over and over for even increasingly painful impacts with flying leather. You know you can’t take any more.  You think your whole chest is on fire and about to be ripped off your body. “Please!” You beg.  “Please! Please! Please! Please!

 

“Here that?” Ed yells.  “She wants the tit beating to stop.”

 

The abuse saddened ends and a guy grabs each of your legs taking so of the strain of your abused breasts, but only of a moment do you relax because it is soon obvious that mercy is no planned or intended.  Ropes slide behind each knee and then they are pulled far apart your weight still resting on your tits your body tilted back, your pussy open and exposed Ed then brought out the riding crop he’d found.

 

Raising up so you can see Ed begins beating your twat adjusting his stance until the stinging tip of the crop just grazes your inner labia. Each blow feels like someone cutting your labia off and your body convulses spasmodically with each stroke while on earthly screams issue from your mouth.  After 5 or 6 blows he stopped and using a small, but powerful vibrator begin stimulating you.  Gradually the pain begin melting into pleasure, then pleasure into passion, and passion builds closer and closer to orgasmic release and just as you reach the edge of release he stops and the crop hits your clit hard and rapid a number of times until you body confused and desperate climaxes from the painful stimulus and your cry out in pain and pleasure all at once. 

 

Nearly delirious after the last climax you are only dimly aware of your legs being untied and your body seems to lie on the floor of it’s own accord while the ropes on your arms are released and blood painfully moves back into you limbs.  We drag your semi-limp body to a sawhorse and lay you over it the long way the beam pressing between your breasts, belly and vulva.  Your hands are tied to the legs and you feel something inserted in your anus but can’t tell what it is at first.  Then when the sound of liquid hitting plastic is followed by a warm sensation in your ass and you realize that the item in your ass is a funnel and that the warm fluid is urine.  We are taking turns peeing into your gaping rectum.  You can’t believe the how degrading this is.  It would be one thing to be peed on but into seems intolerable.  Then the funnel is withdrawn and your hands are released and drug back over the chain hoist and your hand tied once more behind you and your horrible discolored and bruised breasts once more lift you.

 

Norm now steps forward his hand covered in petroleum jelly and begins forcing his fingers up your vaginal opening.  Ed has the vibrator against your clit and your body has begun once more to respond.  Norm inserts first two then three, then four fingers and is working them in and out rapidly fucking you then he folds in his thumb and begins forcing the entire hand inside of you.

 

Carol is now on her hands and knees by this point and April has three fingers inside her wet pussy while working her clit with the other, her own tits bouncing as she finger-fucks Carol and in moments I hear Carol cum a second time right here beside the hot tub.

 

Norm works his fist in you and fucks you without mercy until you can take it no longer and as you climax you begin squirting the contents of your huge urine enema.  We get the hose and wash you off with cold water using the spray on your clit until you at last scream into another climax as the icy water stimulates and stings your organs of pleasure At last we get you down and unwrap your abused breasts making you issue several long cries of agony as blood flow reaches the tortured tissue.

 

By now you are exhausted and we lay you face down on the table your feet resting on the ground and your body bent forward at the waist.  You are expecting more rape or sodomy so you aren’t surprised when we tie your legs loosely to the table legs.  You don’t have any idea why we are moving you when we carry you into the breading stall and position your naked sex near the opening in the hollow mount.  Getting the right position isn’t easy as we don’t want you so close a mating could kill you but at last we get it right.  If a horse mounts with you in that position he should be able to get about two thirds of his cock inside you maybe more, at least 12 inches and satisfied we leave you.  Have fun we call. 

 

In the dark of the blindfold you wonder why we didn’t tie your hands, but you can hear movement behind you and expect the rape to begin soon.  When nothing happens you at last decide to risk removing the blindfold.  We are gone and you realize where you are.  You’ve got to get your legs untied and fast because the sound behind you is the stallion and you can see his huge cock hanging down.  You reached down for the knots.  You can just reach them, but they are slippery, we’ve covered them and your ass with petroleum jelly just before leaving.  The stand above you creaks under the sudden strain of a horse and you feel the probing tip brush against you anal opening.  “God no!  Anything but that,” you think as you raise up to present your pussy to the invading cock rather than your poor asshole while frantically working at the knots when suddenly you can work no longer as the cock, large as woman’s forearm rips up your pussy and begins thrusting its huge swollen head grating up and down the entire length of you pussy.  Walking away from the barn we can hear your screams begin.

 

Some minutes later a huge load of horse sperm are pouring into you pussy.  Thankfully we left the table where the horse could only get half his length inside of you and even so your totally humiliated. The horse had so filled you that you climaxed as he thrust you.  Now tears on your face your body covered in sweat you again are working at getting free..  In the past the stallion was ready to rebreed a mare in a half hour or so and you know you’ve got that long to get free or he will take you once more.

 

April who has been filming the whole thing on DVD leaves now.  She has to meet up with us at her place and hope we can still get it up to fuck her.  She tells us you are getting lose and will probably be free before the horse is ready to go, but it will be close.  She puts the DVD into play and as we begin to watch your torure three of us fill all of April’s openings.

 

 

 

 

 

When I came that next Saturday evening to take her out she was dressed as I requested and carrying an overnight bag containing the changes of clothes I’d suggested she bring.  She wore a thin, silky ivory blouse with no bra, which showed her smooth breasts and nipples in a subtle and yet very sexual manner, with short skirt, ivory thong and heels. She was wrapped in her fur coat to keep from freezing in the winter cold as we headed out to a quiet and romantic dinner.

During dinner I asked if she was sure she wanted to go through with this, but she assured me she was not only ready but getting wet just anticipating.  After dinner we drove out of town to a gentleman’s club, owned by a friend of mine, called “Hang-ups”.  I hoped that tonight we’d removed a few more of April’s hang ups so the place seemed aptly named.  April had never been inside a men’s club and was both curious and a little scared. 

“If I go in there as the only woman in the place I’ll be raped by a bunch of beer-bellied rednecks.”

“First of all you aren’t the only woman in here.  Remember you agreed to do whatever I told you to, even if that is being gang raped if that’s what I want for you.  Besides the crowd here is much more tame than you think and I doubt you’ll find many good’ol’boys this far north.  Come along like a good slave and do what I tell you.  You are about to do something more exciting than getting raped.

Walking in I took her coat and hung it in the rack by the door, placing her bag on the floor under her coat and then escorted her to a couple of empty bar stools by the stage. Hang ups was a intimately sized club with three or four dancers at any given time. A fully nude club which often features sex acts, the dancer nearest us was already topless exposing a set of D plus breast capped with dark pink nipples that she shamelessly tugged at while slipping a hand into her g-string.  I could see April was already enjoying seeing other women being sexual in front of her.    

               Watching the dancer for a couple of minutes I handed April a dollar and suggested she hold it out as a tip for the dancer.  Now females at a club always get special attention form the dancers and get to do more than any man could.  Rules limit male contact with the dancers although most allow some glancing contact while you are tipping and more in private lap dances. 

            Now April held forth her dollar and the girl came over and smiled at April guiding her hand holding the dollar to her breast and rubbed her hand all over the nipple.  I could literally see April shake with excitement.  Than the dancer lay on the bar level stage no more than two feet in front of April her feet raised and thong-covered sex facing April whose own nipples were clearly hard and pressing the thin fabric of her top.  The performer then reached down and pulled the thong off leaving her as naked as the day she was born.  April gasped looking at the woman’s completely shaved sex, but this dancer wasn’t done yet.  Her fingers moved down to her public mound and gently rubbed her clit masturbating then with both hands opened her sex to April’s fascinated gaze.  The woman had tiny in labia and a cute little clitoris exposed as she pulled back her labia, her sex clearly wet and juicy looking.  She pulled her legs way back exposing her pick anal opening, looking oh so very fuck-able.

            “God I want to eat her! April whispered to me.”  It was the first time she’d shared her ideas about the common female fantasy of making love with another woman and I responded.  Remember slave that if opportunity presents you are to lick up all the lovely female juices you can.  She looked at oddly but I ignored the unspoken question.

            After similar displays from other dancers I could see April was nearly frantic with arousal.  She was perspiring and when I reached between here legs for a sneaky feel I found a bubbling volcano.  She was ready and the time was just about here.  The dancers finished their set and the MC took the stage announcing that night’s contest.  They had five amateurs signed up to compete against each other in a contest with a machine.    Two dancers in g-string bikinis brought out the machine to the cheers of the crowd.  It was one of those very expensive vibrators that I’ll not name but you probably know about—you know the type the woman straddles while it teases her vagina, labia, and clit to heights un-reached previously. 

            “Are the girls here? He questioned.

            “Judy?” A tall large busted woman raised her arm amid the roar of the crowd.

            “Mary?” The name belonged to a short chubby arm from a short chubby woman with a biker tattoo

            “Rita?”  Rita it turned out was an average looking woman with glasses sitting at a table in the back and a friend had to raise her arm for her.

            “Samantha?”  A large boned woman with teased hair dyed a bright red.

            “April?”  She looked at me with wide eyed shock and I nodded.  Numbly she raised her hand amid cheers and calls from the crowd.

“Ladies the dancers lounge is in that back corner,” He said pointing.  We’ll give you a minute to get changed and ready while I explain the rules to everyone here.”

            April got her bag and walked back to the room with the other girls all of them looking hesitant and uneasy.              When they were gone the MC explained.  “This vibrator is like nothing you’ve ever seen.  It sends girls into orbit.  The dancers in the back just about fought to the death over rights to use it.  We’ve placed it between these two poles and the poles are being outfitted now with soft restraints.  Each girl will be brought out individually and will be expected to strip and dance about the room for a few minutes then when we call her over she will come over here and straddle this machine.  As you see there is an average sized dildo along with a frontal extension that stimulates her clit. 

            Once seated her wrists will be placed in the restraints and she will remain there for 15 minutes.  Whichever girl has the most orgasms wins.  If there is a tie we will have a play off.  The winner gets 500 dollars and an added bonus of riding this lovely tool again this time with the giant double dildo!” 

            The crowd was on it feet at this and was quite eager by the time they called for Mary.  For a chubby girl she was quite sexy with her plump tits and hairy twat.  She striped and worked the crowd.  You could tell she was starting to get into it, getting aroused and enjoying the power of turning so many people on.  When she at last climbed onto the machine she was wet and ready although like all the women she hadn’t been aware she’d be restrained and was a little hesitant. Once tied and settled on her knees the machine was turned on and we all watched in the suddenly hushed atmosphere what would happen.  Before long she was moving up and down and making little noises.  In five minutes she was moaning as her climax took her and then began screaming at the intense stimulation after she’d cum.  The men were screaming as well at this point and everyone cheered her as she reached a second orgasm at 13 minutes in.  She was untied after her 15 minutes a lead weakly off to watch the rest of the contest. 

            Samantha was next, her bright hair a contrast to her dark pubic curls.  She achieved three orgasms screaming in ecstasy and agony with each.    Her breasts and public hair were matted with sweat and her love juices when she finished.

            Judy had endurance.  After watching the first two women I didn’t think anyone could last long on the machine before it forced orgasms form their body, but Judy proved me wrong.  She rode the machine for more than ten minutes and then quietly shuddered in her peak of pleasure.  She moaned steadily for the remainder of the time, but had no more orgasms.

            April was next and I could tell that by this time she’d lost all inhibitions.  She strutted out in her neon pink thong bikini and removed the top at once.  The bottoms were off by the time she began her second round about the bar and when the called her she was laying back on the stage beginning to masturbate for everyone. 

            Walking over to the well used machine she delighted to male crowd by leaning down and sucking the phallus with three other girl’s juices covering it.  I wish there were words to portray the look of pleasure she showed when she realized she was going to be tied.  This was her thing and there is nothing that could have been done sexually to her that would gain her more pleasure than restraint.  The machine was turned on and I think the operator turned it up a little higher than the others due to his distraction with her overtly sexual behavior. 

            In any case, she started to make noise from the very first vibrations and soon as wracked by orgasm after orgasm her body writhing in font of the crowd her ear splitting screams coming every few minutes.  I was numb as I watched her full ability to climax and realized I’d just barely tapped it.  When her time was up she acted like a spoilsport and didn’t want to get off.  She’d had at least five orgasms in 15 minutes.

            Rita looked for all the world like an office secretary that have somehow lost her clothes and be paraded out on stage.  She was shy and uneasy during the dance portion of her show.  Like April, her pubic hair was completely shaved.  She had good-sized breasts with large dark brown nipples that contrasted with her bright pink labia and looks or no, she was a sex machine.  Once the machine was on she climaxed regularly and wasn’t so loud as April, but with her larger breasts was very appealing.  I had no idea how often she came, but the final tally was four times.  April was the winner!

            She was drawn back to center stage with the other girls.  The MC explained they were going to change the vibrating head and she would get one more ride.  As they removed the used head April once more delighted the group by licking it clean.  They placed the double head and thankfully for her backside lubricated it.  She placed herself more carefully this time—getting it in the ass as well, and was then restrained. Then the machine was placed on high something none of them had experienced.  April nearly leaped upright and then forced her pussy down on the mechanical pleasuring device crying out, “Oh My God!”

            The MC then told the other girls that giving April’s love for the their juices they should move over and make her lick their pussies.  She may have won but this is your chance to make her pay for beating you!  They each took turns making April lick their sex to climax as the machine forced repeated orgasms from April.  When they we at last satisfied her face was covered in girl goo.  It was the better part of an hour before the machine was off and April released.  She walked unsteadily over to me on the stage and went to get her clothes. 

Walking naked through the bar, the men mobbed around her molesting her tits and even rubbing sensitive pussy before she reached the dancer’s lounge.  When she hadn’t returned in some time I walked over that way and at last spotted her in a dark corner with one of the dancers.  April straddled her lap as the girl sucked her nipples.  One of the dancer’s hands was busy fingering April’s clit while her other hand reached around April’s cute ass a finger placed well up inside her anus.  Needless to say, April achieved bliss at least twice that I saw with this person and gave her a long French kiss good by.

April was totally sexualized and sensitized.  Everything felt great and everything turned her on even through she was exhausted.  She masturbated the whole way home in the car and after draining my pent-up lust into her body we went to bed little realizing another new adventure awaited us just a few hour away.

 

Part four if you’re interested.

 

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 The doctor’s examination room was similar to the one she’d been pleasured in at noon by his assistant and she couldn’t explain or even understand the massive wave of arousal that now possessed her whole being, but Doctor Jacobs understood.  He greeted her warmly and with her arm about her waist had shown, practically drawn her into the room.  There he had kissed her full on the lips, her mouth opening, seemingly of it own accord, to accept the penetration of his tongue, the stimulation already building the strange, hot wetness between her legs that she craved.

 Finally breaking their embrace He urged her to prepare for the treatment expecting her to shyly head for the dressing cubical, but she boldly removed her clothes while holding his gaze, her pink nipples reaching proudly outward as if offering themselves as a sacrifice.  She was lovely, he thought and just the age a girl blossomed sexually.  He decided to act on her boldness, kissing her once more as his hands roamed her back creeping toward her exposed buttocks. When his finger probed to rub over her anal opening he was surprised and pleased to find her wetness already overspreading her ass and using her wetness he ran his finger repeatedly over and then just into her tight anal opening as she moaned in his kiss, her body literally shaking with arousal.

 In minutes his hands left the moist cleft of her buttocks and slid smoothly around her now sweaty body until they reached the underside of her soft, sensitive breasts.  His fingers traced the upward curve of her perfectly formed, yet still growing breasts, circling her nipples coming agonizingly close to her responsive tips, but never doing more than brushing by the edges leaving her panting with desire and crying out in frustration as her arousal moved to a new and higher level. 

 Desperate she dropped to her knees in front of him and ran her hands over the clear outline of his stiff and engorged manhood.  Jacobs quickly lowered his pants and for the first time she beheld an erect penis and his was impressive, the large purple head atop a long slightly curving shaft and his hairy sack containing the male organs.  A thrill ran through her as she ran her fingers over the sack felling the hard, ball-like structures within and making his whole cock bob and move from her stimulus. Then his hands guided the tip of his organ to her mouth and she eagerly opened for it.  His hands gently found her head and guided her actions.  Part of her was shocked at her own actions, but his moans of pleasure thrilled her.

 After about ten minutes she heard his voice say softly, “Sarah?”  She looked up at him while his cock slid in and out of her warm, wet mouth while her tongue flickered over his more sensitive parts.  “Sarah, I am getting ready to reach my own climax.  When I do, my sperm, like nay other man’s will squirt into your mouth and you will have to drink it down.  If you don’t want to do this you need to stop right now.  She just looked at him and quickened her pace until at last he could hold out no longer and exploded in her mouth.

 Sarah was thrilled at the idea of his organ’s emission in her mouth, however, she hadn’t expected so much or for it to come with such force.  The first sprays few so strong no thought was required to swallow.  There was no choice as it literally blasted down her throat, but the rest of his seed filled her mouth as she gulped the first part and though she tried globs escaped her lips ran down her chin and dripped unto her breasts

 He stood her up and his hands were instantly on her breasts rubbing his own seed into them pulling and tugging on her nipples covered in his think white love juices. She moaned in pleasure, in fear, and in pain as he used her boobs freely for his pleasure as much as hers.  Several minutes passed with no noise except her sighs and moans.  She didn’t notice her noised getting louder and quicker, but he worked her nipples like the master lover he was until suddenly her climax rippled through her body without his ever making contact with the boiling volcano brewing between her legs.  She collapsed against him and slid down to the floor.  Gradually she came to her senses and looked up at his semi-soft cock hanging inches in front of her face.  She kissed, licked the head his sperm still leaking form the small opening, then she sucked it gently until he pulled it away and helped her up to her feet once more. 

She became aware of other moans from someplace close by and looked questioningly at Doctor Jacobs.  He put a finger to his lips requesting silence and then motioned her over to the far wall and showed her the tiny peephole into the next treatment room.  There on the bed was none other than Henry Wittcomb stark nude and the doctor’s female assistant was holding in her hand Henry’s engorged and oiled penis stroking him up and down.  She leaned against the wall fascinated as Doctor Jacob’s hands reached between her legs, pressed her thighs apart to gain access to her vulva So she stood, watching the woman who had so pleasured her that afternoon, stimulate Henry while this skilled Doctor had his hands in her own sex, beginning to be masturbate her as well.  She responded at once aroused beyond belief at the idea of secretly sharing sex with Henry.

 To be continued.

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