A Rhythm of Love Ch. 05-06
Chapter 5: Confessions. My Darling
"Have sex with her. I want to watch." Stunningly, I simply offered my untouched anus. They're so stunning together, he played this song: "Rivera Paradise" by Stevie Ray Vaughan. The guitar is so beautiful, the waterfalls that move from high to low, smooth, dreamy piano, every note feels like it's injecting them with passion. "Both of you are beautiful," I murmur, "I've never seen so much love." I want to touch them, it would be so inappropriate...
"Don't stare at me." Began kissing her toes. Only my lips, attempting not to touch her with anything else. Seems to have a chain reaction when I kiss her ankles. Her legs are perfect, hours at the gym, I wish mine were as graceful. "Don't stare at me." His eyes have so much emotion in them, slurping his body fluid from her Venus, every drop, until she's merely dripping. Mons and her hips, her abdominal muscles tense, so much definition.
"Don't stare at me." Underside of her breasts, circling around the center. He groans when I find the spot on her neck. Full body kiss, I could do this forever, she's urging me to him...she's gently holding my hair, adding a hair tie. His chest is incredibly muscular, treating his pectoral muscles with as much care as her breasts. His midsection is silky, hints of his abs when I nibble his nipples.
"Don't stare at me.." His penis jumps when I swirl his belly button. Just breathe, a drop falls to his belly button, go back and retrieve it, savor it. Takes some effort getting every drop of her essence without using my hand. So silky around his testicles, where we removed his pubic hair this morning, "No! You have to have patience." His hand on my ponytail. Tongue swirls the length to his tip, groans when I continue licking that strange spot, she laughs. One inch, two inches, even further every time. It's spurting too late! Ingest all of it with a plunge, inject his love directly into my belly. Suck his spirit out with the last few inches in my lips, can't resist cupping his balls, fingertip suggesting his pulsating anus. Men are so simple...
"Bad girl.." Allowing the pearly cream to drip from my lips down the center of my breasts. He licks the cream back, returning it with a blinding kiss. His hand slaps my ass, not as forceful as hers striking the other side, twice, three times...
"He's going to fuck your pussy really hard," Could she be giving him orders? Buckling a cuff on my right ankle. My eyes pretend fear as they tighten the straps, legs spread wide on their bed. I've wanted this for so long...
"That's a pity." He poured the last two shots in a tumbler, "Don Julio has been our friend."
"Out of lime Boy Scout." She grumbled. For some reason, he doesn't appreciate being called a Boy Scout. The only lime I'm getting is between her chest rockets or the wedge between her teeth, giving her an evil green grin.
Drink the golden liquid, let it envelop my tongue, pool at the back of my mouth, swallow her limeade teats extinguishing the fire in my belly. One side then the other. Using my thigh as a support post, not letting me rub my pussy on her kneecap. Deny me a kiss until my tequila is fully consumed. Her pussy soaks my kneecap, passing the lime skin back and forth. Nirvana is crushed when he yanks my arm from its socket, tight pull to the top corner of the bed.
Gentler as she extends my arm, riding my chest, tension build gradually, reading my countenance, anticipating the agony to show. Tight as a guitar string, plucking my breasts, snapping my pelvis forcefully back. "Your safe word is 'supercalifragilisticexpialidocious'..."Stare at the ceiling, listening to them rummage through the sexual accessories.
"OHHH that tickles!" Hear him chuckle, she has a feather for my left foot, "No more!" My armpits, my sides, light touch on my breasts. Squeeze my eyes shut, my inner thighs more sensitive than ever, sometimes just hot breath jolts my body. Moments of reprieve blindfolding me, "Fuck me now!"
Taller now, two inches, all of my joints comfortably fit. Where will that vibrating vibrator make contact with me? Swinging it around my head, changing speeds next to my ear. ZAP! "Yee-ah!" Some sort of electrical shock on the tip of my clit. Random vibrator going hard speed is pushed deep within, something is sucking my clit! Some kind of machine is sending vibrations to my breasts, is that a machine buzzing or is it all in my head?
Wake up, love. I can feel your breath against my face, your breasts pressed against mine, and my eyes regaining focus. You're my favorite bartender (who happens to be a skinny marathon runner). You showed me a picture of your strap-on; you claim you can last longer than any man. You lean back, tucking a pillow under your head, and present a large purple dildo. Pointed at my vagina, you're about to emphasize my point - it'll be an exclamation mark!
I was dreaming... My dream was vivid. My aunt, a physical therapist, had an electrical machine with adhesive pads that could make muscles do whatever she wanted. She had those pads on various parts of her body. She was strapped to a contraption, her head at the desired height for me to ride her face. Her legs were spread wide, revealing her anus, balls, and giant penis. I could hang from a hoop overhead and ride her cock if I wanted. Her hands were cuffed to a frame near her bent knees, and her feet were locked below. She had complete control over the in and out, plowing her ass. Twist the dials for speed and intensity.
Total dominance over both my lovers. One last thing, every time my lovers got impolite, all I had to do was point my finger, and a long spark would shoot out. What a gorgeous mouth she has! Blue arc to the chain of her nipple clamps. If the soles of his feet were particularly effective, it would receive the same spark. "This is your dream come true, darling." Hearing his man's voice, ready to have sex with my pussy. He has no idea...
His arms were under my shoulder blades, hands gripping my collarbone. The flexion of his biceps provided a pleasing strain on my arms and wrists. My ankles felt the bite of the cuffs, hips might pop out of their sockets with each slam of his pelvic bone. Stretching my vagina, wanting him to tear it open and fuck me. Whap! I struck his ass again with riding crops, racing him like a whipped racehorse in the final stretch. Screaming at her, "Bitch, make him fuck my butt!"
"Not tonight, darling." She was picking up the towels scattered across the bed, while he carried them to the laundry room. "You haven't been prepared properly."
"I do my schoolwork on Sundays!" I beg for more sex, drunk on desire.
"We have two more days before we return to work. You're not going anywhere." Her orders caused my breasts to swell.
"I have classes on Monday!" I did well in both of them, and the teachers enjoy my company. Skipping class might not be a significant problem. On my knees, I was in the familiar position. That excuse didn't work either. "Cuddle with your sugar daddy," she commanded. "Sweet dreams, darling." Fuck me! She had no idea...
The fridge was gratifyingly stocked. I'd love living here. I cooked breakfast: even the pre-cut biscuits from the tube were tasty. "More butter, please." I made him spit out his mimosa.
"You laughed when I purchased the lottery ticket." I sifted through her purse, pulling out a gun. "I submitted my retirement papers on Thursday," she announced. "We don't have to work another day in our lives!" We shared hugs and kisses, skipped around the room, and knocked over a lamp.
"Poop baby, push it all out!" Both of them watching me was a novel experience.
"It's kinky, never done this in front of people before." She had me kneel on the floor, watching him pee earlier. Then she tested the wetness of my pussy by checking it while I peed, allowing my pee to run through her fingers until my bladder was empty. He fetched the hanging bag/hose/nozzle from the cabinet.
"Show me your tits..." I blushed, feeling embarrassed. I wanted him to cool me down. I could never have asked for that, but..."May I suck his dirty cock? It might help me..."
"I'll never take a shower alone again." I had a fantastic orgasm when he washed my hair, rinse and repeat. I climaxed twice on his soapy fingers while he kissed me. His dick was in my butt crack while she kissed me, and it made my knees weak. Glad he had a strong grip on my public bone. One long orgasm...
"Spread'em baby." Against the wall, I had my hands above my head, while a group of four hands roamed me. She worked at the cop shop, but shoving the nozzle up her butt was not in the manual. We were still steamy, with the water shut off, and "Get me another bottle, honey." I wanted to give him an enema, and see how he would like it.
So completely full, I ask if she could do that to me too. She kisses me while feeling my large belly, and even my breasts now feel bigger. The tenderness of her touch gives me hope she'll slap my boobs later, and I can't help but think of the spanking I just received, with fifty lashes from the riding crop still visible on his tight ass.
"Can't hold it in," I tell her.
"Listen to me, bitch!" she commands while preparing to attach a bag on my backside. "You're doing this together." I'd do anything for both of them. Her kiss made me forget what I was doing.
Our breasts pressed against each other, and our bellies moved restlessly. I tried not to look away from her. "On your knees, boy scout," she ordered, as she spread my ass cheeks. My nod told her to do the same. "Squeeze!" she said, and we shared a mind-blowing kiss.
With him now lying on the floor in the mess, he began jerking off. This time, I went first. My bladder pressure pushed a little pee down my leg as I emptied the second bag. The fullness in my pussy from the second bag continued to overwhelm me. We were exchanging turns, both of us laughing excitedly.
"Ready, set, go!" she shouted.
We sat at the village idiot's feet, washing each other's bottoms. The way "boy scout" changed him to a little boy was surreal. "Clean yourself up, get the new towels, take two of those yellow pills," she instructed. I'm not sure I like him meek and mild. She Devilishly laughs while taking my hand, guiding us to a few martinis.
***
"Bad girl," she had taught me, "Seducing my husband again..." She had a plan. Grinding into me, his elbows pressing against my knees, stretching me open. She sat behind me with a pillow under her back, riding me while holding my breasts, kissing me passionately. My hands reached for my breasts, enticing him to suckle them. "I'll give you anything," I moan.
Feeling his dick swelling, he murmured, "I can't have your baby until you marry me." She struggled to contain her laughter in the background; "I love the taste," he said.
"Don't leave me," my protests fell on deaf ears. "Need you."
"All of it," I moaned, with clenched fists as I attempted to extract his penis. "Ooh!" I gasped as his tip grazed my anal entrance. "I can't do that," he insisted.
"You said anything..." I complained, rolling my eyes.
"Don't hurt me," I begged, feeling a sudden urge to please him.
"I'll go slow," he whispered soothingly, maintaining the same tempo as the jazz playing in the background. "A little deeper this time," he advised. My sphincter fired like a machine gun, resisting any further penetration.
"Take me," I gasped. "Own me." My hands pressed on my breasts, inviting him to suckle on them, kissing me. His blue eyes captured my every emotion as I felt his dick throb; he temporarily froze. Sensing my frustration, she grinned.
"I won't hurt you," he reassured me. "Deeper!" My hips resisted, as close as I could hold out.
"Take me," I urged. "Fuck me," I whispered. "You bastard!" I secretly thought. "Make it hurt." My anal muscles spasmed.
"I'll go slow," he said gently. The world became a blur as someone slapped my ass hard. "Fuck me, you ass faggot," I screamed out.
She took my hand and pushed it between her legs. I thought it was his penis but realized it was actually her pussy. She told me a secret code word and suggested I use it wisely when her cunt was presented to me. "Fuck me you ass faggot!" I screamed my heart out, unable to contain my frustration.
He pinched my nose while forcing me to lie on my side to position his cock in my ass. I couldn't resist the urge to scream out, "now," as his hands tightened, paralyzing me. The music from Jimi Hendrix blared loudly - "Come stand next to my fire."
***
"Wake up!" A smack startled me awake. I was upright, with his arm around my neck, holding my head against his. My ass was being penetrated roughly. Despite my arms flailing, I was powerless. The world swirled in and out, with my belly now feeling emptied. I had no strength to cling to him. This beastful man used my face as a landing area for her cunt before ramming his enormous cock back into my ass, possessing me completely. I felt helpless. "Wake up!" While some lamented this was one of my most enduring fantasies.
Listen to his labored breathing as I open my eyes, with my back pressed against his chest - a treasured possession for others to admire. What do they say in ads? If your erection lasts more than four hours, see a doctor! "Am I about to need a doctor?" The rhythmic swaying of his hips matches the tempo of a slow ballad, his engorged member possibly causing the internal tremors in the lower part of my stomach.
"Do you remember your trigger phrase?" Gradually, my eyes adjust to the surroundings, noticing the large purple strapless bra, crop whip, and nipple clamps adorned with a large golden heart pendant connecting the two.
"Yes." Her vigorous nodding head causes the pendant to swing with each motion. "It only counts if you utter the word completely." My challenge is met with a loud whistle and a smack on my left breast, resulting in an involuntary release of urine onto the thick towels he had placed earlier. The golden pendant swings with every subsequent swat, nearly pushing me out of my body with the intensity of the pain.
"Open your eyes." My toes and fingers can be seen, still in his lap while he penetrates me anally with a rigid member. My hand raises as if to touch the weight that has been tormenting her sensitive nipples, sensing the vibrations of the dildo at the entrance, moments away from being doubly penetrated. "Kiss me..."
I recognize the song now, it's my favorite, often makes me pee a little just by hearing it: Frankenstein by the Edgar Winter Group. "Fuck me you filthy pussy!"
"Darling, you've been sleeping for several hours." Jasmin fills my senses, my body coated in aromatic oils, my erotic fantasies of both of them defiling my body repeatedly thwarted. Her expression of worry transitions to one of relief upon seeing my eyes. "Cuddle me tighter..." I can't remember how long we spent in a deep, passionate embrace, his hardening member pressed against the small of my back. "Husband scout, is your cock still covered in my feces?" I kiss him, softly and gently. I trail my lips across his chest, "Thank you," Kissing him again, "Thank you for ripping me a new asshole," I pay attention to his navel, making him wriggle slightly. "We'll need to shave you later." She smacked his face when he attempted to reach for me. "You enjoy that, don't you.."
"No talking!" She slaps him once more, both of his cheeks ablaze with color.
"Come for me.." Sucking his penis into my mouth while pushing the dildo further into my vagina. She smothers his words with her passionate kissing. His semen sprays out all over his chest, the dildo vibrating in his anus.
"Quick, let's get his right arm restrained!" She had to assist me, "Caution: Do not fight, baby!" Wondering if I should actually slap his testicles, my thumb and index finger wrap around his scrotum, "Beg me!" Her handcuffs are longer, more professional than regular ones.
She has to help me, "Do not resist, husband!" I grip his private parts with my thumb and index finger, keeping his testicles enclosed within. "I'm trying to be gentle, but you sound mean." A slip of the tongue reveals her mild dominance, something I'm trying to establish.
"No talking!" Sternly, she strikes him once more, his face now an unattractive crimson hue.
"Now!" She whispers urgently, urging me to insert my dildo into her. "Tell me." Pressing her into a doggy-style position and viciously ramming it into her, switching positions from one orifice to the other, "State the truth." Her fist clenches the bed sheets, struggling against my cock.
"Telekenesis!" Grabbing her head forcefully, "Say the magic word." I'm proud of my ability to force her to use her safe word. Post-orgasmic tremors shake her curled-up body on the bed, "I love you." she murmurs. His anus winks at me, signaling his desire for more.
"Reveal your safe word." Nudging her to the side, I align my cock with my scepter, ordering him angrily. "Licking can be fun!" Back and forth, wavering between dominating him and being kind, always reminding her that I love her.
"Open your mouth!" As I fumbled his penis, the runny, almost clear semen dripped into his eyes. Fading batteries on the dildo, I continued thrusting into his guts.
"We love you..." The words broke me from a trance, her breasts against my back, her arms around my waist, keeping me steady. Exhausted from the intense session.
'Sticks and stones may break my bones, words will never hurt me..' Those who created that nursery rhyme didn't realize that. Waking up in the other bedroom, my room if they let me stay.
"Darling we love you..." His deep voice held the power of universe's greatest words. Assisting me, I struggled to walk, the bed was a mess. "No," I instructed, "Place me on the toilet.." it's become a ritual, agonizing as it touches my heels, hands clasped behind my back, aching in areas unknown to me, my entire body ravaged from the previous session. Will there be a tomorrow?
The memories of my past haunted me. My parents leaving me, Aunt throwing me out, no help from my uncle, a pathetic man swooning over young girls. I had been doing well - school, my own place, a job I enjoyed - when suddenly... "Please Ma'am..." I dared not raise my gaze above her beautiful vulva, swollen like mine. "I need this.." My urine splashing onto the tiles, swirling the drain, "Place me in my position.."
Here, locked in her gaze, the moment of my debasement began, surrounded by her warmth. Embracing me, her loving touch breaking me of my trance, eager to erase the past. Her husky pee, the painless control, the acrid symbol of her dominance. Holding hands with our head bowed, we pled in unison, "Please sir.."
By her side, we exchanged the entrancing gaze, her blue eyes luring me in, the snake biting. "We deserve this.." before she resumed the crushing embrace, caressing and kissing. Golden stream of his love, marking his territory, demeaning me, stuffed in the corner. We promised to remain together, disgusting creatures.
Samandra and Holly finished each other's sentences. A promising new home, pool and pool-house; however, Samandy rarely used the pool-house. Well one day a week - her workday at CheersLeaders with her favorite bartender. Their friendship sparked when Samanda helped pay for Holly's boob job on her twentieth birthday. Everybody at CheersLeaders wished they had a few sessions with Holly.
Friday - her day off with Holly and her partner, (her favorite bartender),who she had made up with both women, lesbian rendezvous. Training for a ten-mile run, she's lived with Holly for a while now, forcing a late night, rough sex, only to humiliate her with nagging comments. "You know I'm training, I have a ten mile run at seven tomorrow." Bitching at Ray and Lisa, she ordered their driver, "Take us home!"
Workouts over, need for vengeance ignited in her heart. Holly had the pills, slipping them in unknowing into Sonny's drink. Ray manipulated the situation: "You know I'm training..."
"Darling you made me too drunk.." Her weary eyes drooped. "Plus, I want to have a word with you two.." Rousing herself, scowled at Ray and Lisa. "You two took her away from me, she promised that I would be her first girl to kiss, make love to... Ray, lift her." Holly pushed her onto his back but kept her hand between them. "You're gonna be in trouble.."
"You'd be surprised what I've prepared..." Holly's covered her aunt in medication, depriving them of their sexual releases for a week, each man now struggling to keep their sanity intact. Holly's aunt couldn't wait, the anticipation becoming overwhelming.
Chapter 6: Exorcise the inner demons
A hasty end to her work, a limousine, taken home. "C'mon Sam! Ray and Lisa invited you to their house tonight, you and Holly can stay at my place."
Samanda with Holly at the end of CheersLeaders hours, her aunt drove a stretch limo for special occasions, "We'll be home soon." Her raging fury towards Ray and Lisa bubble over. "You two took her from me, she'd promised I'd be the first girl she kissed, make love to..." Anger raced through Ray. "I'll go the whole distance." Ray seized that speaker's tone.
"Holly, we love you.." She whispered into Samandra's ear, "I've got the other pills." Manipulator to the core, she smirked at Ray.
"Driver, take us home." Ray tried to intimidate his aunt, already doubting her safety.
"Mister, You may be dumped on the side of the road!"
Come on in and join us for a drink! Lisa's friends are aware of her wild youth, but she's now a recovering alcoholic and a genuinely caring person. While driving, she played a prank that had everyone laughing, and she knows the codes for their gate and home.
Their mansion is over 7,000 square feet, with three floors above ground and a fully finished basement. Darling's pool house is a sight to behold, complete with a pool, manicured lawn, and gardens. It was ready for their first anniversary in their new home. Aunt hugged Darling and Holly, with Sam and Ray standing nearby, watching as Ray carried Sam. "Stay safe, you two," Aunt said.
Sam wakes up groggy, and it's almost noon. She's in an unfamiliar king-size bed, with Holly and Darling snuggled next to her. Confused, she remembers how her friends went overboard last night. "Where am I?" she asks, realizing she's at Ray's house. "Fucking bitches!" she cries out, hearing voices downstairs. "What have you done?"
Filled with adrenaline, Sam rushes down the stairs, crashing into Ray's chest.
"Sam! Sam!" Holly shouts from behind her, trying to calm her down.
"Put me down!" Sam tries to break free from his grip, but Ray refuses.
"Did you take karate lessons or something?" Ray jokingly asks, rubbing his cheek where Sam had punched him. "I need a drink, with lots of ice!" Ray's words are filled with humor and sympathy.
The women exchange knowing glances and head for the kitchen.
"Please, please, please...Darling?" Darling is begging. They've just cleaned up after their big brunch, and he's eager to start their day.
"It's been a whole week since you last had an orgasm," Holly commiserates.
"What? You let someone else touch you without my permission?" Sam is shocked.
"Well..." Holly looks apologetic, "When you were unconscious, Lisa and I..."
"Wait, who's idea was that? Slipping me a roofie?" Sam is furious now.
"Me," Lisa admits, taking full responsibility.
"Fucking whore!" Sam attempts to punch Lisa, but she dodges.
"No catfighting!" Ray's command stops them. Holly and Darling were giggling, both in their panties, while Sam plans her next move.
"What are you gonna do about it, bitch?" Lisa dares.
"I'll show you all what I can do," Sam hisses.
"Please, let's not fight," Darling interjects. "Instead, let's take our frustrations out at the gym."
"Fuck yeah," Sam agrees, her eyes glancing at the reflection of Lisa's evil grin in the mirrored walls.
"Shall we race on the treadmills? The winner gets..." Holly is interrupted, as usual.
"Don't do it! She runs two miles just to warm up!" Holly makes a funny face.
"Winner gets to suck my cock," Ray teases Sam.
"I don't eat weeny, bad for my diet." Sam crosses her arms, refusing the offer. Darling shows Holly how to use a stepper machine, commenting on how it's great for her ass. Sam's eyes widen. "It's even better when he sticks his dick up my butt!" The women laugh, and Sam continues running on her treadmill.
Lisa continues her stretching routine, avoiding eye contact with Sam.
"I don't eat weeny..." Sam's words are cut off by Lisa. "Don't be a tease, you know you want it," Lisa taunts, unaware of how right she is. "I'd fuck all of you," Sam growls, lost in her anger.
"Hey, don't do that!" Lisa catches Ray sitting on the bench press, peeking down his sweatpants. "Have you ever seen a real cock-hungry lesbian?" Little speedy Cadence on the treadmill picks up her pace. "Have you ever sucked a dick?" Lisa shows off her amazing chest as she does her arm exercises.
"I haven't given a blowjob in months." Holly stares straight at Sam. Sam's concentration remains focused, her eyes darting in the mirror. Lisa throws her panties over Ray's large tent. She sits on the inner thigh knee splits, five feet away in Sam's line of sight. The sound of a 30-pound weight hitting the ground, and then back up for a rigorous repetition.
"Holly, I want you," Silence, "to eat his cream pie," Another loud impact, "from my filthy pussy.." Sam's knee comes down, flinging her off the treadmill. Darling jumps down from her stepper to help the tangled mess on the floor, Sam's hand warning her away as she tries to stand up.
"You win!" Sam's runner's high makes her nipples stand out on her flat chest, "This isn't over..." Sitting on the floor with her middle fingers rubbing her vagina, she reaches a squirting finish.
"Please Darling," Darling begs for relief, "Help me!" Plopping down on one of the chiropractic treatment tables we stole from the defunct doctor's office. She loves the tables we have behind the curtain.
"Look at his cock, Sam!" Three strokes, sending a load two feet into the air, Holly rushing over, her mouth capturing the tip, stroking him. Volume filling her cheeks, dripping from her lips, splashing on her face when he gets carried away. "Please, Sam, my Darling needs you.." Lisa's intentions, making her acknowledge what she sacrificed.
"Fuck that tight young pussy Ray," Lisa watches Holly struggle to get the tip past her inner labia reverse cowgirl. "Give her what she's been missing." Lisa plays with her enhanced boobs, amazed at the different feel, studying for potential scars.
Distracted by Darling's yelp. "This is almost as big as his cock!" Sam looks astonished as she manages to get four fingers past her knuckles. "Deeper!" Pulling back, tucking her thumb, she goes all the way.
"Please don't come in me!" Holly struggles as Lisa and his hands hold her down, his hands on her hips.
"Deeeeper!" Darling shouts both hands on Sam's elbow, using her arm as a dildo. Exhaustion and panting follow.
"Good workout girls!" Lisa walks up the stairs, two at a time.
***
"Top shelf!" Sam the bartender pours several rows of Don Julio tequila for the girls. Lisa, still doing his two-nightly lemon drop martinis, chooses a gin and tonic, tall double.
"You two are up to something." Ray teases Holly and Darling, making silly faces with the limes they're cutting. The crowd samples the newly-made chicken wings and mozzarella sticks hot from the warmer. Sam gets restless behind the bar as she serves the next round.
"Do you have something to clean yourself with?" Holly asks, frustrated with Ray depositing his sperm. "Sam won't let me take the pill anymore, she says it's bad for me."
"Cleaning yourself probably won't work, those sperm cells are quick for their size." Lisa unnerves Holly, "What was your last period?"
"Two weeks ago," Holly looks at Sam for support, "We have our periods together now."
"Girls, you're both fertile. Does it make you hornier?" Darling's naïveté and shimmering perspective contributes to the situation. Tearful, on the edge of collapse, Holly begins to cry.
"When I was a small child," Giving Holly a fatherly hug, "I had the mumps." She looks down his penis, doing things a father shouldn't.
"Do you have condoms?" Holly makes Lisa and Darling laugh.
"I've been shooting blanks all my life, I found out six months ago!"
"I wanted your baby so badly!" Darling pouts her lips, "You said you'd give me anything my heart desires, big dummy!"
"Not the man I thought I was," Confessional smile, "I hate condoms! Lost my virginity to a prostitute, I had to pay extra for her hazard duty, the condom broke anyway.." He receives the required smiles and chuckles.
"You're going to get it, bitch," Darling throws a fist at Sam.
"No cocks, never, for me," Sam shows off her iron core with a bicep curl, "That's that."
"Darling wanted to make our anniversary weekend extra special," Holly darts away, "I have a surprise!"
"NO, NO, NO!" Lisa points to the bag of MDMA tabs. "My ex used them to control his whores." She relays the story quickly, glossing over the details.
"It's too late." Sam grabs the dropper bottle hidden behind the bar, "These will be kicking in any minute now." Sam brings out two tabs and a shot of tequila, "And besides, payback's a bitch!" Reminding us all how she got to this point.
"The two of you will be receiving a spanking." He realized that Darling and Holly were already rolling, "With a belt!"
"Can I call you daddy now?" Holly's concerns vanished.
"Are we the naughty little girls you've always desired?" Darling demonstrated the teenage roleplay flawlessly, both of them cornering him against the central island in the kitchen.
Sam felt a pang of jealousy as she saw Holly sucking on her new lollipop. Standing on the counter, she distanced herself from the rest of us, grabbed the European carbonated beverage. Short haircut dyed purple. She would never need a bra, hint of a waist, shorter than everyone else. Petite hips of a boy, disproportionately long, lean legs. "You ran over six miles while we were downstairs." Lisa tried to ease the tension.
"Hating to come in second," Sam crossed her ankles, hugging herself with one arm and the other holding the water bottle in front, forming a shield. "I'll win the next marathon.." She told Lisa about her hatred for school, her hatred for boys (Still exists), and how she used to run away from her anger at being born a girl.
"Did you injure your knee?" Lisa encroached on her personal space. Sam felt on the verge of exploding as she saw her two loves getting spanked over his knee. His penis bobbing around, a riding pole.
"You're stunningly beautiful..." Sam looked into Lisa's eyes. "Describe your first husband to me." Lisa's thoughts started to slip, revealing her bizarre experiences with her ex. They kissed each other with passion beyond words, hands wandering to more private areas. They made sweet, tender love in their own world, two souls needing what the other could offer.
"You want me.." They shared a single orgasm, a tingling body, "You need me," Sam corrected her words, with a hint of extrasensory sensitivity, "To punish you.." Unsatisfied climax, yearning for the elusive high, "You need the pain..pain to wipe away your first lover.."
"Downstairs.." Sam could feel Lisa's words, the shiver, "Things he won't do to me.." Sam bit down on her left nipple almost breaking the skin, caressing the beating heart that was submitting completely. Low submissive moan, "Yes..."
Sam inspected the marks on her skin, feeling electricity run through her slender body, an orgasm like no other, "He has to watch.."
"Call him Boy Scout, he'll do almost anything you want, whore." One of those slaps to Lisa's face was harsh, capturing everyone's attention.
"I'm fearful..." Sam whispered in Lisa's ear, but now with a sense of calm.
Solemnly, everyone took two tabs, a few still remaining. "My fiancé was the worst lay I've ever had!" Bubbly Darling was eager to share her excitement, "My professor, he caned my ass, my boyfriend broke up with me when he saw the marks he left." Darling could win an argument with her mouth, her ecstasy allowing her to speed up. "He was a professional player for a year before his knee gave out!"
"Take a breath, Darling!" Ray was giggling with the others, making him take two of those yellow pills.
"He called me all these names - harlot, whore, bitch, cunt, he even used that dreadful word once, I slapped him, he almost slapped me back, but the police arrived, and he used that word again - Slut!"
"Let's go!" Holly demanded. "I need some more dick!"
Sam radiated a wide grin as they passed the treadmill, "At that pace, I would have beaten most men!" We hadn't switched off the power yet. Lurking behind the curtain, Ray was jumping around, thrilled to unwrap his new toys. Let the curtain settle down when we all moved past into complete darkness...
Anxiety building as we felt our way deeper into the room, Ray's cough disrupting the silence, "Show us Boy Scout." Sam's voice was straight out of a horror movie. Soft white lighting with the first switch, fully stocked bar, case of carbonated water on the floor that the lazy man should have put away. Plush U-shaped sofa with waterproof upholstery, a recliner, sound system. We could see the reason for Ray's cough - Sam's thumb and forefinger clutching his balls. "Play soft jazz." He choked out.
"Can you play Taylor Swift?" Holly requested. System swiftly shut off as soon as it turned on.
"Taylor Swift is forbidden in this house." Lisa clarified.
"Play Taylor for Holly." Sam's tight jaw clenched, grip on his scrotum tighter. He'd played that annoying music the first time as soon as 'Lexa' could find it online. His penis was softening. Darling and Holly gyrated to whatever this melody was, dripping in perspiration, gulping bottles of mineral water. Lisa wrapping her arms around Sam, she too had broken out in a sweat, her boobs sliding on her back.
Ray was recovering with the four women naked in front of him. Dim red lights illuminated every sex toy imaginable, crosses, racks for hanging, sex swings, chiropractor tables with restraints installed, sawhorses, tables stocked with enough dildos to open a retail sex shop. Hints of other delights in the shadows. "Yes Ma'am.." Lisa kneeling behind Sam, her tongue exploring his tight virgin anus and vagina.
"This one is my favorite!" Darling and Holly investigating, two chiropractor tables with a height-adjustable core pedestal, a small center cushion, torso area that could be tilted up or down, armrests that could be independently adjusted with hand grips. Headrest to cradle your face if you're lying face down, also adjustable with a strap to lock you in place. Leg section that could be split or totally removed. Straps for ankle, knees, and hips, immobilized when everything is done.
"May I Ma'am?" Ray captivated by Sam's flat chest, nipples as small as a fingertip, almost no border, sticking out almost half an inch.
"No!" Sam pinching her nipples herself, "Do you have any nipple clamps, sailor?" He was back with three sets of various styles, bending on one knee, displaying his collection to his queen. He was in pain when she refused to let him attach the clamps with the heart-shaped gold pendant dangling from the chain. "Show me more..."
Yellow lighting emerged in the far corner, large tile with a border around it, hot tub, several shower heads, some with handheld ones, various shapes and seats protruding from the walls. Shelves stocked with towels, enema and douche bags, nozzles, and other supplies. Horrific devices that couldn't be named. Sam had an excruciating, violet orgasm as Lisa's fist pounded her, squirting all over the couch. Ray scolded when he tried to stick his fat cock inside Lisa's anus. "What's in that corner?"
Blue light revealed the same black tile, numerous padded tables, racks, and benches. A few of those electric screwdrivers with an array of dildos, some with two cocks. A metal cage that could hold two human bodies, a Tesla coil rising from the ceiling to power the hanging equipment. Three professional transcutaneous electrical nerve stimulation devices, providing twelve channels. "A gymnastics coach was molesting the young gymnasts, we bought most of his equipment when he was imprisoned." Lisa was becoming increasingly agitated due to lack of attention, collapsing to the floor pleading on her hands and knees. Holly and Darling switched positions on the treatment tables, Ray's cock about to burst.
"No! Hands behind your back!" Lisa jolted at Sam's command, "Do you think you're so important...cunt?" Lisa, with her legs clamped tightly together, anything to stimulate her clit, Sam forcefully kicking her legs apart. Said something disgusting, spitting it out on Ray's cock, "Jerk off in her face, scout!" Sam screaming, flushed.
"Fuck..." Holly leaned on hand with a large purple dildo extending outward.
"I thought we had drained him!" Darling, disheveled, pouring herself a shot of tequila. Lisa, trembling, interlocked fingers white-knuckled behind her back, snot dripping onto her chest.
"You need a clean-up, help her Darling," Sam pointing to the yellow corner. Lisa, baffled by her surroundings, unseeing, slipping into a drug-induced ecstasy. "Carry her..." Darling and Holly looped their arms under her armpits, lifting her. Ray cradling her feet.
"It's okay baby..." Ray comforting her, she resembled a baby, babbling incoherently to match the words she heard. Bright eyes when she saw her foot move, her brain making the connection that it was hers, a new toy she could play with. Big smile, cooing sounds. Except her hands, locked shut with an obsessive focus.
"Fucking cunt!" Darling appeared to loom over Sam, "What have you done to her?" All of them had been draining bottles of water wildly. Holly caught between defending her lover or kissing away the messy seed from Lisa's face and chest. Ray honed in on what Lisa needed most, his lips around her nubbin. Scream preceded the spasms. Make a request for paraphrasing your story. My Carbonara story Another example with an audio description.
My dear, Holly and Sam, with wide-eyed amazement, witnessed the frightening flailing. Ray didn't cease his actions when her urine splattered, her thighs striking his head repeatedly. Her legs held his head in place when her bowels expelled soft, almost diarrhea-like contents. The duo writhed on the floor, engaging in some sort of serpentine mating ceremony. They started all over again when he caressed her breasts, his penis discovering the sacred spot. The group retreated from the two lovers, lost in the mess, expressing the sudden necessity for more fluids.
"Yes, you'll do it..." Holly commanded Sam, possibly for the first time. Holly has the ability to convince, charm, and trick people into obtaining what she desires, always achieving her objectives. Bending over, hands on the tiled wall, Sam spread her legs apart, lifting herself on her toes when the tool entered her anus.
"Does it feel good?" Darling questioned as he used two fingers in her vagina and his thumb on Sam's clit to keep her fixated, "Hold it in, I know you can..." Darling caressed her distended stomach, "More for Holly..."
"That's a good little boy." Holly nurtured, "You took it all..."
"She looks pregnant." Darling was highly amused on MDMA.
"Her belly button is protruding!" Holly laughed, the two of them having no concerns in the world. "Fuck her ass hard, Ray!"
"No! No dicks for me!" Sam believed they were speaking about her, glancing over her shoulder, witnessing Lisa being penetrated bent over the hot tub's railing. The relaxing hot waters had revived both Ray and Lisa.
"Do it, Sam!" His voice roared, Darling and Holly embraced and kissed on their knees beside those long, graceful legs that began to tremble. "Shit all over those sluts!"
"Take it you filthy sluts!" Lisa regained control.
**
"Uuummm, this body wash is fantastic." Sam and the others experienced the handheld sprayers for some communal bathing. Vaginas, anuses, and breasts receiving a cleansing. Sam felt as content as she'd ever been in her existence.
"Touch it, Sam." Lisa gently whispered, "Feel it get hard..."
"No, no penises for me." Sam was intrigued, however. "I wish I had a penis..."
"Do we have any more of that stuff?" Darling and the others had no idea what time it was. Relaxing on the couch, Lisa and Holly almost fell asleep. 'You're My Blue Sky.' by the Atman Brothers played. Sam returned with the pouch, only two tabs left, "Darling," she provided her with the tablet. "Lisa, wake up..." She shared the other. 'Tied to the Whipping Post.' played while we each consumed a drop on our tongues until the bottle was empty. "My father played this song often, especially when my siblings were in trouble once more." Sam watched Ray ingest his two yellow tablets.
"One day..." Darling was immersed in the static sparks in the corner of the room. "Turn that off, it scares me..." Sam was transfixed by Ray's erect organ, swelling with the effects of the illegal drugs.
"Help me, Holly..." Sam had limited experience with feminine garments. Both of them made their way to the BDSM cupboards and wardrobe. Darling and Lisa cuddled beside him, oiled bodies heating due to the effects of the illegal substances.
"We've been extremely naughty." Darling guzzled several shots of tequila. Lisa accompanied her in consuming the costly gin from the frozen bottle.
"My ex-partner distributed drugs like these, intending to create his initial porno film." Lisa relived some dreams. Darling and Lisa shared a passionate kiss across Ray's chest, exchanging limes. "Hundreds of erect cocks, 'Ultimate 69,' sixty-nine men paid him a hundred each to sexually assault that girl."
"No gang-bangs for you, sweetheart." His stern tone. Sam and Holly required Ray's assistance to relocate the frame with the sex swing, "This will be your throne..." Holly snickered. Darling prepared two shots of tequila for everyone at the bar. She activated that Christmas ornament that projects colorful lights, green, blue, reds, and yellows. Swirling and flashing, making us woozy.
"Ready!" Sam wobbled in her high heels, long legs adorned in black lace stockings, leather harness with a massive black dildo, crossing her midsection. Chains accentuated the nipple clamps. Black lace raven wings mask...
"I despise tequila..." Lisa laughed at Darling's swollen lips. [
"Toughen up, woman..." Holly was feeling quite at ease in her stripper platforms, which raised her height above Ray. "Same goes for you, rookie..." Her body was clad in skin-tight, shiny black latex, complete with openings for her behind and genital area. Between her legs was an additional large black dildo, adorned with bare breasts and a cat mask. Fixed to her chest was a golden tool belt for her paddle, as well as a multi-tailed whip and a riding crop hanging like a sword. Darling's gaze lingered upon the cross-shaped strap holding the arrow quiver carrying an assortment of different cane lengths.
"To your throne, sovereign!" Ray couldn't help but shoot a nervous glance at Sam, as Holly was tightening restraints around Ray's ankles and knees. His quads were fixed to a strap underneath his lower back's area, and his arms were stretched out, maintaining a semi-reclined position. Holly made sure to warn him, stroking his luxurious nuts and bottom hole with her crop...
"To your knees, whore..." Darling was lubing the lengthy finger poking out of the dildo close to her feet. Another dildo had its fingers clenched into a fist. All the dildos featured wired remote controls.
"To your knees, twat!" Lisa had difficulty with the final inches, as she tugged on the strap connected to the top of Sam's shin. Her legs were now firmly planted to the ground, with her ankles bound to the soles of her feet facing upward.
"I adore you, Darling..." A whistling tap to the side of Lisa's face with Sam's riding crop, as Holly had ended her hair-braiding process.
"Request some classical music, Lexa..." Any number of pieces could be playing. Ravel's Bolero, 1812 overture with its drum-like crashes, other compositions that started off ominously and concluded in a tragic climax. The rhythm took hold, invading their minds and bodies, electrifying them.
Ray reacted with a shudder when Holly flicked her tongue at Darling's shoulder, pounding her behind with her dildo, using the fist accessory which brought her bellybutton inwards. Welts were forming and turning into bruises, with Sam focusing mainly on the front – her breasts, abdomen, vulva, and inner thighs. A whistling slap to her soles caused Darling to fall to her head. Sam let out a desperate plea: "Discontinue!!"
"You bitch!" Darling's temper rose unexpectedly, giving Lisa a mad expression, both of them having relieved themselves various times, sitting in their puddles.
"Ray..." Sam's voice became increasingly ominous. Holly had masturbated Sam several times, his ejaculate smeared on his face and chest. Welts on his ass, the precise timing adding to his frustrations. "Before, have you ever been penetrated anally, boy scout?"
The violence was too much for Sam to manage, trashing, kicking, with the sex swing shaking violently due to his actions. He eventually collapsed into tears, rambling on about the dark secrets of his scout troop..."Sucking dick earned me a merit badge." Sam and Holly turned around the racks so they couldn't see their helpless captive, characterized by his incessant weeping.
"Instruct them to use the safe word, scout boy..." Sam didn't notice that the sex swing's webbing was beginning to come undone. Holly grabbed the shortest cane from her quiver...a sharp crack was heard, accompanied by screams and curses that couldn't be repeated, none nearing their safe word.
Stripes of various lengths began to appear on their nearly spotless buttocks and thighs, and sometimes, the sound of the air splitting was worse than the strokes that missed. Longer canes started to fray and snap. A chorus of nonstop screams of pain and vulgarity filled the room.
Holly and Sam fought to properly handle the unconscious bodies, washing them and applying soothing skincare products. They were forced to respectfully care for Darling and Lisa, who were helplessly subject to the aftermath of their ecstasy. The twinkling, colorful lights continued to fade out with no sign of the violent beast in the background...
"I've always thought the world needed the pain I experienced, wanting to share it with others." Sam wept, "I'm so sorry, I've finally realized what love truly entails through you."
"I always felt like I was deserving of the pain due to being a slut..." Holly kissed her,"I'm just a slut for daddy, and you Li...I'll be a well-behaved girl from now on...no more spankings!"
"For years, I believed accepting the pain was part of the package of loving, but couldn't receive true love..."
"Sam..." Holly's lips quivered, "I enjoyed feeling him inside me..." Both sat by their victims' sides, providing massages and skincare on the two portable massage tables, bathed in the white light that remained.
Skulking in the dark, Ray had liberated himself from his incarceration, listening as the four girls purged their hidden desires. "In the future, I won't hide from being a girl," Sam stood tall, assertive, "I'm going to represent the true essence of girl power to the men!" 'Excitable Boy' played on the soundtrack, an upbeat tune with disturbing lyrics by Warren Zevon. Monster emerged from the shadows, knocking her head down onto the couch, "No!" The blood-curdling scream lingered, "Tearing my ass!"
Pinning her down, Ray's toned ass thrashed Sam into oblivion. Elbows rammed into his ribs, fueling his fury, legs colliding with cushions from the couch. A powerful lunge sent them both crashing to the floor. Floating above her, his engorged cock released a couple of explosions on her back, the violence palpable with blood stains on his engorged erection.
Delicately turning her, securing her head to silence her screams with his manhood feeding her violence. "No you bastard!" Holly on his back, landing punches on the back of his head, his shoulders, wherever she could inflict pain. It took the efforts of us three to subdue him, holding him down. Sam, writhing in agony, lay on the floor amidst the commotion. Several minutes passed as Holly attended to Sam's injuries.
"I'm not sure what possessed me..she called me a faggot.." Regaining consciousness, "No more drugs..ever..I wasn't myself." Ray wept again.
"Make love to me...Please.." Sam pushed Holly away, "turn me into a woman.." Spread-eagled on the floor, knees apart, she humped the air. Darling frantically sucked his dick again.
"Please.." Lisa grinded her breasts against his back, instigating him further, "pretend it's me.."
We were all present during Sam's marathon. Placing third overall, breaking the women's record. Training for a triathlon. Holly and Darling have flourished, opening four restaurants in the past year. We avoid inquiries about their escapades when they travel.
Ray and Lisa dedicate much time at the gym, both in top physical shape, limiting their alcohol intake to the weekends. "Next week is our anniversary." Creating passionate love-making in the shower.
"Their ignorance will shield them from the truth." Ray chuckled.
"They've refused sex for a month..they must've meant anal, right?" Lisa's climax sent his strong arms holding her in the air, her legs wrapped around his waist.
"I love you so much.." Ray's words propelled Lisa over the edge...
The conclusion.
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