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494 Look Ian I wish [That weekend]
They confirmed on the Tuesday, just a message on his answerphone, saying they looked forward to meeting in the pub on Friday and perhaps he could stay with them for the weekend, she had Ian add the rather poignant numbers… 25 and 6, though she wouldn`t tell Ian why!
On the Wednesday, an envelope arrived on the mat, it was there when they got up, it was his instructions. Very precise, and very particular, it said. you Ian will bathe and dress your wife for my enjoyment. her pubic hair will be trimmed neatly but NOT completely, and you are to ensure her bowels are empty and her anal passage readied for my use, first item on Friday night.
When you come to the pub, she is to wear a thin and lowcut dress of your own choice, no knickers but stockings and her breasts must be braless, she will carry a small treat especially for me, carried inside her sex, which I will retrieve in the usual booth before the our first dance, it will be a sign of her acceptance and from that moment onwards you Ian will be just be an observer. You will ensure the supply necessary ropes to secure both of you, to enable you to watch but not influence the weekend whatsoever. At her own request, I shall be securing her and at some points she has asked to be breath restricted, but I promise she will be unharmed by that. I shall be using her and controlling her naked all weekend and I shall leave during the afternoon of Sunday, having finally whipped her mercilessly to finish, again at her own request! leaving you to nurse my subject back to full heath and we shall meet again in our usual place on the following Friday when you will supply a copy of the filming.
A tingle ran through him as he read the thing twice then left it for her to read.
He was on holiday from that Thursday night, the shift had been a hard one and after it he had slept like a baby. May too apparently slept fairly well, though she was suffering from a little excitement and trepidation, and he dropped her at her work, after an incredibly quiet journey! Ian then, taking the car to the garage for its servicing. Having filled the time browsing the Newcastle shops, he bought soft sash cord, a couple of belts and some other supplies mostly for his workshop, then he visited the chemist. so after coffee it was it was getting on when he got the car back, ready for her finishing time, he collected her and together they drove homeward, she perhaps a little quiet, but glad to have finished work for a day or two. He asked her if she was nervous, she replied “Wouldn’t you be, this is something I have been wanting to do since I was a young girl, and I need to do it, in some strange way I know I shall regret it if I don’t, it`s sort of ritualistic, proving I can take it! It is really hard to explain… but I am desperate to do it…to prove to myself I can… though prove what, well… I have no idea… but it turns me on is all I can say!” they queued for the usual traffic lights for a few seconds then once on the move again he slowly said without taking his eyes from the traffic, “Yes, that’s a bit how I feel, it turns me on to let him do whatever to you, and I have no idea why… I mean logic tells us a man shouldn’t want his woman used roughly, but for some reason I just can`t wait, I am sorry but there it is, some inner gremlin wants to watch you scream and writhe in agony and I can`t resist the whole idea.” He paused, they negotiated a round-about, then he added “am I sick? I mean…I wouldn’t blame you if you backed out, even now!” she didn’t answer for a long while then she slowly said, “I won`t ever back out Ian, it`s for me as much if not more than you, but I am glad I am now infertile and I am glad our house is detached, so I can scream as much as I expect I shall need to, as I don’t want to be gagged!” she affirmed her love for him then said again that she would never leave him, and they held hands as the motor slid up to their usual chippy.
After eating the meal in the car, they sat quietly for a moment then he said to her, “we had best go and get you ready then my lover, or we shall be late at the pub!” they motored home, once indoors, she went off to the toilet while he unloaded the car, he placed the cord, a knife to cut it to length and the belts at the chairside in their bedroom, then she joined him reported with a smile her bowel was clear and together they chose her dress for the evening, a pale blue summery, knee length button fronted dress with a low neckline that she had been saving for her next holiday, laying it, a pair of nylons and a pale blue garter belt on the bed for dressing after her shower.
Next, she lay passively for her husband to trim her bush, neatly as he had been told. Before it was off to the shower, that done he dried her then presented her with a tube of cream telling her, “he was going to apply it to her arse to ease her lovers entry!” thanking him for his thoughtfulness, she bent for him to apply some, though he insisting on leaving the tube at the bedside in the probably vain hope she could apply a second dose before her trial began.
He quickly showered and dressed while she dressed herself and did her hair checked herself in the mirror then proclaimed herself ready as she would ever be. She produced a small lidded jar, over an inch thick by about the same deep, it had contained jam at a hotel they had visited, he instinctively knew what it was for, as she ritually took off her ring placed it in the jar and holding her dress for him had him place it up into her sex.
He kissed her, they locked the house and with her walking a little oddly tottered to the pub. They ordered drinks and took their usual booth, Lenny being as usual a tad late. May said, “she had butterflies in her belly” he grinned and said, “and a jar in the fanny, but it`s all part of the fun!”
An accordion band was to supply the music this evening, and they had just struck up when Lenny appeared, with a long soft bag, dressed in black shirt and neat trousers. The bar was filling fast, noisy drinkers, jostling for space with dancers, chatter, noise, laughter, the usual Friday row but for May his appearance had stopped time, pint in hand he sat next to her, up close and personal, just nodding his greeting.
He had sat to her left, Ian to her right ,the table hiding them from the waist downwards, her hands were on the tabletop holding her glass, his hand strayed to her knee, her dress slid upwards when her knees opened, giving him access.
A thick finger probed her sex, she tried to keep her face steady, and to chat to Ian but it was a near impossible task, the slippery glass jar took some retrieving, his thick finger a tight fit as he routed and probed to collect his prize. Finally it slipped into his hand and They knew that ordeal was over as the hand clutching the jar appeared, he held it to the light, then roaring with laughter passed it to Ian saying that he wanted a slave not a wife and that this was his. It was symbolic and appreciated by all three of them. Ian opened the jar and replaced the ring on her finger in what he later described to me as “its rightful place.” The master and his lady now danced, Ian fetching another round, and being in time to see his wife being whirled round in a reel, her skirt nearly showing her wares and her large breasts using centrifugal force to attempt an escape from the dress to the appreciation of the crowd and the embarrassment of May.
The prosess was repeated a number of times during the evening, before Lenny declaring enough was enough and they departed for home, all three arm in arm.
Once inside the door though instantly the atmosphere changed. They all knew what the score was here and each for his or her own reason`s wanted to begin.
Lenny rather practically suggested they all toileted them-selves’ muttering that, “they might not be in a position too later!” and telling Ian not to bother re-dressing. this done and once the house was secured, they repaired to the bedroom, Ian being first and now naked, closing the curtains, setting the soft bedside light`s and starting both the cameras. May arrived next still dressed, taking a quick chance to add another squirt of lubricant to herself before the arrival of her somewhat eager and naked master. “Tonight,” he announced, “I shall secure you my friend, then your wife will freely give me her body to use anally, and as she knows… painfully.
Then to recover a little, she will sleep in this bed with me, all night, you will be in the spare room and we will start again properly after breakfast tomorrow, understand… it will give you both a chance to stew on what is to come for just one more night, it will allow me to sleep as I have had a hard day and it will prolong her agony of waiting, and of course yours!”
Ian smiled, nodded and without protest turned sat to allow Lenny to secure his hands beside him to the arms of the chair. May however, was not quite so happy, she had got herself keyed up, set her mind, become ready for her fate and this sadist had put it all back overnight for his own preferences! However, she knew she was the sub and he the master and it was part of his way, so she sat quietly, but seething, though knowing the man was going to have her anally, painfully, and very soon. Lenny having seen to the comfort of the watching man, now turned his attention to the waiting May, unbuttoning her dress, nodding at the revealed view, then telling her to get up on the bed on her hands and knees facing her husband, so Ian could see her face as he was entering her.
She went a tad pale then did just as she had been told. Lenny knelt behind her, his stiff black weapon just touching the ring of nerves around her hardly used anal ring. His hands went to the garter belt a perfect handhold, he whispered, “Ready?” her eyes were fixed on her husband and his on hers, her head made a barely perceptible nod and in a single thrust the black hips rammed themselves forward, cramming the tool deep into her. Pain like fire burst through her body as the anal muscles were forced wide open in one swift and savage thrust. Her face crumpled and a single scream echoed round the room, a scream of shear agony, a scream, piercing loud and then followed by sobs of lasting pain.
On Lenny`s face a sardonic smile flitted over the broad black face, his hips held forward, his throbbing dick fully engaged in the rag doll that had given herself so freely. Ian`s face, a mask of mixed emotions, his penis stiff as a ramrod, precum showing at the tip, Stage 1 was completed, now for his painful fun.
His black hands moved and held her shoulders, tears were falling and her throat held a sobbing growl of receding pain though she said later her back entry was feeling torn, violated and stretched and the pain was like nothing she had ever endured before. Chuckling at her sounds of pain he began slowly to withdraw, the sound of her discomfort grew, as knowing what was to happen, she anticipated the second gut stretching pain that she knew now was inevitable.
It was not long coming, and again this guttural scream of pain burst from her lips to the obvious joy of her master and the twitching of her husband`s cock.
Again, and yet again came the with-drawl and the thrusting penetration rammed itself up into her, each time greeted with the cry of pain and anguish these two men so wanted to hear. Her face red, her tears flowing her head shaking with the pain, and the torment, though perhaps a little less now as she got used to the sensation, but it was still cruel and hard, just as she had always imagined!
She began to wonder would he never cum, but our man was a long stay man, and the withdrawing and the ramming went on for what seemed a never-ending age. Suddenly he tensed, and then slowed to a stop fully up into her, his hot seed filling her bowel as he cried out YES, YES, OH YES!” she slumped forward, her own climax no-where near as hard as the last time he entered her but still enjoyable, her rider flopping limp on her back, her husband`s face red, startled and amazed, as seed spewed from his cock like a fountain, without any physical contact whatsoever, just simply brought on by the spectacle!
They lay together for long moments then Lenny turned to his victim having her turn to present her ravaged rosebud to the tripoded camera, and Ian ensuring that every tiny detail was collected, before turning it off though forgetting the second of the cameras still silently filming. Lenny slowly withdrew himself, rolled to one side, then stood and released the now wet legged observer. On wobbly legs, he allowed himself to be released and sent off to the spare room before settling into the bed and contemplate the whole episode.
Lenny kissed her, said that that was something he had dreamed of since they had met, she didn’t comment, but together they lay and his hand straying to her unused sex the stubby fingers playing games until they both drifted away to sleep.
It was his pulling at her pubic hair that roused her, sleepily she realised that the sun was up, birds singing, and her arse was very sore. He had her raise herself, asked if she needed to pee, then told her, “today you will wear… nothing, and missy after breakfast we will begin again. So, go pee, shower and then you can cook our breakfasts but don’t burn your tits with the spitting fat, I want to burn them myself later!” She knew by his face he wasn`t k**ding, her brain cartwheeling as she set off to the toilet. After he too had showered, He fetched Ian, and they ate the breakfast together, before the home team washed up.
Domestic chores completed, they sat naked with mugs of tea, all expectant, though Lenny appeared to be in no hurry. Beside his armchair the bag lay ominously. The doorbell rang, she had forgotten the paper lad, a gangly youth named James, his bike propped against the gate. Knowing he needed paying she seized her coat from behind the door and her purse from the sideboard, opening the door holding the coat closed with one hand. She opened the door to the boy, and after a word or two counted out the money. The coat as she took the receipt gaping open just enough to make the boys jaw drop, she turned bright-red as she snatched the coat shut and rapidly shut the door, though she knew the damage was done and that next week he would be a little more familiar… hanging up the coat she smiled to herself, muttering, “he may get lucky yet,” then returning to the living room. Said, “Sorry about that, I forgot him coming.” Ian asked, “if the lad had seen her?” and she answered truthfully, “just a glimp`s!” Lenny laughed, “then he will be the one coming…” and Ian added, “aye…coming back if I know lads…!” they laughed at her blushing discomfort, then Lenny led them back up to the bedroom.
He switched on the camera once more then had Ian take his seat securing his hands and forearms to the chair arms as before, Then fishing in his bag he produced a green ball gag which he fitted in Ian`s mouth and couple of leather cuffs, which on his instruction she passively held out her wrists to receive. That done with more of the cord she was unceremoniously laid on the bed and secured in the classic star shape. Lenny then said,” today I am going to use you missy, give you a lot of very different and minor pain, tonight we,” he indicated Ian, “that’s if we have any jiz left, we will double penetrate you, before bedtime, then tomorrow well you know what`s going to happen tomorrow, before I shove off 25 and 6!” he did not enlighten Ian at all, but fell to rummaging again, this time pulling from the magic bag a small box of sterile needles and a ball-gag
All eyes now were on the needles, as he asked, “Now missy, would you like to be gagged this time, there are folks out passing in the roadway, and we don’t want interference do we, even if your screams turn Ian on so very much!”
She closed her eyes, “Where, oh, where are you going to put those ….” He grinned, “why in your tits my dear, right…into… your… tits …” his finger tapping her breasts to emphasize his words, her eyes were like saucers, fixed on his hands, he sighed, “I will come to an agreement missy, I shall put in …say two…then in goes the gag…ok” She was mesmerised, her mouth dry unable to speak, as he looked to Ian, “fair enough?” Ian nodding before he broke out of its packing a long steel needle, raised her breast in his left hand and fixing her with a long stare, slowly forced the thing into the tender breast meat. Her cry of pain again echoed around the room. He turned to Ian and saw the stiffness of the man`s tool and saying, “enjoy that did you?” he broke out another, dropped the first breast, and took up the second, looked deep into her terrified eyes and whispered, “this one`s going to really hurt missy so take a deep breath!” with that he struck the point up under her areola and diagonally up through and out of the nipple. Her cry was louder and more urgent than before, so loud and so long that he actually looked through the window to see if anyone outside had heard, but double glazing and a lack of pedestrian traffic had negated the effect.
He snatched up the gag, but she was not inclined to open her mouth for him, so he tapped the last needle and as she screamed once more, in went the ball and he swiftly strapped it in place. Tears ran down her cheeks, and muffled shrieks rattled around the room each time he added another needle, one after another in a relentless chain of spikes in and around each alternate nipple. Each needle proceeded by another glance at Ian to see if he had emitted his seed yet. Finally, the dead was done, the supply of needles finished. Still Ian had not emptied his balls.
Her breasts like pincushions now, blue plastic couplings where each of the ten needles stuck five from each of her sizeable tits, two of them having pierced the nipples from below, the points sticking out of the teats themselves. Her face pale from the pain tears running freely, her mouth still full of the red rubber ball held between her teeth by the straps round her head, drool dripping from her lips.
He explained to her that, “she was to blame her man here,” he jerked his thumb at Ian, “had he come I would have stopped immediately, as it is, we shall go onwards missy.
Again, he rummaged, this time producing a lighter and a couple of candles one red, one green. Again, her eyes widened, he lit the red one and as he did so he announced to Ian, “the same rules apply, you come and I stop, it`s up to you!” Ian watched as the first drip fell splashing on her right nipple and bringing a muffled squark from behind the gag, time after time the drips descended, a zippp sort of sound as each drip left the candle and descended to splash and then set with on the pale skin, every drop hitting on the paler skin of the untouched bikini line around the breasts to the sound of another muffled cry.
Ian by now was desperately concentrating, trying on one hand soon to come and save his lady from more pain, and on the other to prolong the wonderful pain filled cries from behind that gag, his mind flitting from one to the other arguing with himself that he was sad to enjoy her pain …but it was her fantasy, and that she was enjoying it and would not take kindly to him letting it finishing so abruptly.
Lenny lit the other candle, snuffing the first and turning to Ian saying, “ well if you are not getting stimulus enough from her cries, let`s see if you would like to experience some of the pain just to see what it`s like. With that, he dripped some of the hot wax onto the tip of Ian`s tool the effect was a wide eyed cry of understanding, however there was also a strange feeling of satisfaction, a sudden desire to experience what she was experiencing, to be totally subservient … he didn’t understand it at all, but he knew in his heart of hearts he should one day have to pursue it perhaps with his lady as his mistress.
Lenny turned himself back to his real victim who had watched her husband`s, reaction with interest and he began dripping green wax onto her pubic hair, saying, you miss will remember me when you try and get this out of this nest! The feeling was not as bad as the red wax that had been direct onto her bare skin.
She felt his fingers open her lips knew where the next drip would fall and she was scared, and so she should have been, zippp… splash… a drip fell, the pain sudden and quickly gone it was centred on her left labia, zippp… splash he had adjusted his aim she knew where the next would land he was pealing back her hood, no, no please, wide eyed now with terror she bit into her ball and shook her head wildly, they all knew his target, the world stood still as he tipped the candle just a little more and the molten wax began its journey. Zippp, splash with a scream despite the gag her hips instantly rose, as the wax hit.
The combination of his thoughts and her scream had seed splashing from Ian`s stiff tool, blowing away the wax cap as it erupted from him. Lenny, instantly snuffing the candle.
He released May, then Ian, removing their gags, as they sat on the end of the bed, watching her intently as on Lenny`s instruction she began to ease the first of the ten needles from her own breasts. It was obviously agony, and to their joy it took her a very long time.
Their ecstatic joy watching her wrestle with those long steel probes re-stiffened Ian much to his surprise. They were all well in the zone by now, neither man had homosexual tendencies, but if they had been asked either of them would have cheerfully handled their opposite number to climax. They were learning a lot this afternoon. Each man, wanking himself to a climax against her body as she cried once more while picking wax from her clit and her pubes, a near impossible task.
Their own tasks done, the men turned the cameras off and a look at the clock said late dinner and a rest, it was a mutual decision, as it was obvious that May was about done in. Lenny said that they should have yet another session after tea as he wanted to try a double penetration before bedtime. They declared the man was insatiable!
They confirmed on the Tuesday, just a message on his answerphone, saying they looked forward to meeting in the pub on Friday and perhaps he could stay with them for the weekend, she had Ian add the rather poignant numbers… 25 and 6, though she wouldn`t tell Ian why!
On the Wednesday, an envelope arrived on the mat, it was there when they got up, it was his instructions. Very precise, and very particular, it said. you Ian will bathe and dress your wife for my enjoyment. her pubic hair will be trimmed neatly but NOT completely, and you are to ensure her bowels are empty and her anal passage readied for my use, first item on Friday night.
When you come to the pub, she is to wear a thin and lowcut dress of your own choice, no knickers but stockings and her breasts must be braless, she will carry a small treat especially for me, carried inside her sex, which I will retrieve in the usual booth before the our first dance, it will be a sign of her acceptance and from that moment onwards you Ian will be just be an observer. You will ensure the supply necessary ropes to secure both of you, to enable you to watch but not influence the weekend whatsoever. At her own request, I shall be securing her and at some points she has asked to be breath restricted, but I promise she will be unharmed by that. I shall be using her and controlling her naked all weekend and I shall leave during the afternoon of Sunday, having finally whipped her mercilessly to finish, again at her own request! leaving you to nurse my subject back to full heath and we shall meet again in our usual place on the following Friday when you will supply a copy of the filming.
A tingle ran through him as he read the thing twice then left it for her to read.
He was on holiday from that Thursday night, the shift had been a hard one and after it he had slept like a baby. May too apparently slept fairly well, though she was suffering from a little excitement and trepidation, and he dropped her at her work, after an incredibly quiet journey! Ian then, taking the car to the garage for its servicing. Having filled the time browsing the Newcastle shops, he bought soft sash cord, a couple of belts and some other supplies mostly for his workshop, then he visited the chemist. so after coffee it was it was getting on when he got the car back, ready for her finishing time, he collected her and together they drove homeward, she perhaps a little quiet, but glad to have finished work for a day or two. He asked her if she was nervous, she replied “Wouldn’t you be, this is something I have been wanting to do since I was a young girl, and I need to do it, in some strange way I know I shall regret it if I don’t, it`s sort of ritualistic, proving I can take it! It is really hard to explain… but I am desperate to do it…to prove to myself I can… though prove what, well… I have no idea… but it turns me on is all I can say!” they queued for the usual traffic lights for a few seconds then once on the move again he slowly said without taking his eyes from the traffic, “Yes, that’s a bit how I feel, it turns me on to let him do whatever to you, and I have no idea why… I mean logic tells us a man shouldn’t want his woman used roughly, but for some reason I just can`t wait, I am sorry but there it is, some inner gremlin wants to watch you scream and writhe in agony and I can`t resist the whole idea.” He paused, they negotiated a round-about, then he added “am I sick? I mean…I wouldn’t blame you if you backed out, even now!” she didn’t answer for a long while then she slowly said, “I won`t ever back out Ian, it`s for me as much if not more than you, but I am glad I am now infertile and I am glad our house is detached, so I can scream as much as I expect I shall need to, as I don’t want to be gagged!” she affirmed her love for him then said again that she would never leave him, and they held hands as the motor slid up to their usual chippy.
After eating the meal in the car, they sat quietly for a moment then he said to her, “we had best go and get you ready then my lover, or we shall be late at the pub!” they motored home, once indoors, she went off to the toilet while he unloaded the car, he placed the cord, a knife to cut it to length and the belts at the chairside in their bedroom, then she joined him reported with a smile her bowel was clear and together they chose her dress for the evening, a pale blue summery, knee length button fronted dress with a low neckline that she had been saving for her next holiday, laying it, a pair of nylons and a pale blue garter belt on the bed for dressing after her shower.
Next, she lay passively for her husband to trim her bush, neatly as he had been told. Before it was off to the shower, that done he dried her then presented her with a tube of cream telling her, “he was going to apply it to her arse to ease her lovers entry!” thanking him for his thoughtfulness, she bent for him to apply some, though he insisting on leaving the tube at the bedside in the probably vain hope she could apply a second dose before her trial began.
He quickly showered and dressed while she dressed herself and did her hair checked herself in the mirror then proclaimed herself ready as she would ever be. She produced a small lidded jar, over an inch thick by about the same deep, it had contained jam at a hotel they had visited, he instinctively knew what it was for, as she ritually took off her ring placed it in the jar and holding her dress for him had him place it up into her sex.
He kissed her, they locked the house and with her walking a little oddly tottered to the pub. They ordered drinks and took their usual booth, Lenny being as usual a tad late. May said, “she had butterflies in her belly” he grinned and said, “and a jar in the fanny, but it`s all part of the fun!”
An accordion band was to supply the music this evening, and they had just struck up when Lenny appeared, with a long soft bag, dressed in black shirt and neat trousers. The bar was filling fast, noisy drinkers, jostling for space with dancers, chatter, noise, laughter, the usual Friday row but for May his appearance had stopped time, pint in hand he sat next to her, up close and personal, just nodding his greeting.
He had sat to her left, Ian to her right ,the table hiding them from the waist downwards, her hands were on the tabletop holding her glass, his hand strayed to her knee, her dress slid upwards when her knees opened, giving him access.
A thick finger probed her sex, she tried to keep her face steady, and to chat to Ian but it was a near impossible task, the slippery glass jar took some retrieving, his thick finger a tight fit as he routed and probed to collect his prize. Finally it slipped into his hand and They knew that ordeal was over as the hand clutching the jar appeared, he held it to the light, then roaring with laughter passed it to Ian saying that he wanted a slave not a wife and that this was his. It was symbolic and appreciated by all three of them. Ian opened the jar and replaced the ring on her finger in what he later described to me as “its rightful place.” The master and his lady now danced, Ian fetching another round, and being in time to see his wife being whirled round in a reel, her skirt nearly showing her wares and her large breasts using centrifugal force to attempt an escape from the dress to the appreciation of the crowd and the embarrassment of May.
The prosess was repeated a number of times during the evening, before Lenny declaring enough was enough and they departed for home, all three arm in arm.
Once inside the door though instantly the atmosphere changed. They all knew what the score was here and each for his or her own reason`s wanted to begin.
Lenny rather practically suggested they all toileted them-selves’ muttering that, “they might not be in a position too later!” and telling Ian not to bother re-dressing. this done and once the house was secured, they repaired to the bedroom, Ian being first and now naked, closing the curtains, setting the soft bedside light`s and starting both the cameras. May arrived next still dressed, taking a quick chance to add another squirt of lubricant to herself before the arrival of her somewhat eager and naked master. “Tonight,” he announced, “I shall secure you my friend, then your wife will freely give me her body to use anally, and as she knows… painfully.
Then to recover a little, she will sleep in this bed with me, all night, you will be in the spare room and we will start again properly after breakfast tomorrow, understand… it will give you both a chance to stew on what is to come for just one more night, it will allow me to sleep as I have had a hard day and it will prolong her agony of waiting, and of course yours!”
Ian smiled, nodded and without protest turned sat to allow Lenny to secure his hands beside him to the arms of the chair. May however, was not quite so happy, she had got herself keyed up, set her mind, become ready for her fate and this sadist had put it all back overnight for his own preferences! However, she knew she was the sub and he the master and it was part of his way, so she sat quietly, but seething, though knowing the man was going to have her anally, painfully, and very soon. Lenny having seen to the comfort of the watching man, now turned his attention to the waiting May, unbuttoning her dress, nodding at the revealed view, then telling her to get up on the bed on her hands and knees facing her husband, so Ian could see her face as he was entering her.
She went a tad pale then did just as she had been told. Lenny knelt behind her, his stiff black weapon just touching the ring of nerves around her hardly used anal ring. His hands went to the garter belt a perfect handhold, he whispered, “Ready?” her eyes were fixed on her husband and his on hers, her head made a barely perceptible nod and in a single thrust the black hips rammed themselves forward, cramming the tool deep into her. Pain like fire burst through her body as the anal muscles were forced wide open in one swift and savage thrust. Her face crumpled and a single scream echoed round the room, a scream of shear agony, a scream, piercing loud and then followed by sobs of lasting pain.
On Lenny`s face a sardonic smile flitted over the broad black face, his hips held forward, his throbbing dick fully engaged in the rag doll that had given herself so freely. Ian`s face, a mask of mixed emotions, his penis stiff as a ramrod, precum showing at the tip, Stage 1 was completed, now for his painful fun.
His black hands moved and held her shoulders, tears were falling and her throat held a sobbing growl of receding pain though she said later her back entry was feeling torn, violated and stretched and the pain was like nothing she had ever endured before. Chuckling at her sounds of pain he began slowly to withdraw, the sound of her discomfort grew, as knowing what was to happen, she anticipated the second gut stretching pain that she knew now was inevitable.
It was not long coming, and again this guttural scream of pain burst from her lips to the obvious joy of her master and the twitching of her husband`s cock.
Again, and yet again came the with-drawl and the thrusting penetration rammed itself up into her, each time greeted with the cry of pain and anguish these two men so wanted to hear. Her face red, her tears flowing her head shaking with the pain, and the torment, though perhaps a little less now as she got used to the sensation, but it was still cruel and hard, just as she had always imagined!
She began to wonder would he never cum, but our man was a long stay man, and the withdrawing and the ramming went on for what seemed a never-ending age. Suddenly he tensed, and then slowed to a stop fully up into her, his hot seed filling her bowel as he cried out YES, YES, OH YES!” she slumped forward, her own climax no-where near as hard as the last time he entered her but still enjoyable, her rider flopping limp on her back, her husband`s face red, startled and amazed, as seed spewed from his cock like a fountain, without any physical contact whatsoever, just simply brought on by the spectacle!
They lay together for long moments then Lenny turned to his victim having her turn to present her ravaged rosebud to the tripoded camera, and Ian ensuring that every tiny detail was collected, before turning it off though forgetting the second of the cameras still silently filming. Lenny slowly withdrew himself, rolled to one side, then stood and released the now wet legged observer. On wobbly legs, he allowed himself to be released and sent off to the spare room before settling into the bed and contemplate the whole episode.
Lenny kissed her, said that that was something he had dreamed of since they had met, she didn’t comment, but together they lay and his hand straying to her unused sex the stubby fingers playing games until they both drifted away to sleep.
It was his pulling at her pubic hair that roused her, sleepily she realised that the sun was up, birds singing, and her arse was very sore. He had her raise herself, asked if she needed to pee, then told her, “today you will wear… nothing, and missy after breakfast we will begin again. So, go pee, shower and then you can cook our breakfasts but don’t burn your tits with the spitting fat, I want to burn them myself later!” She knew by his face he wasn`t k**ding, her brain cartwheeling as she set off to the toilet. After he too had showered, He fetched Ian, and they ate the breakfast together, before the home team washed up.
Domestic chores completed, they sat naked with mugs of tea, all expectant, though Lenny appeared to be in no hurry. Beside his armchair the bag lay ominously. The doorbell rang, she had forgotten the paper lad, a gangly youth named James, his bike propped against the gate. Knowing he needed paying she seized her coat from behind the door and her purse from the sideboard, opening the door holding the coat closed with one hand. She opened the door to the boy, and after a word or two counted out the money. The coat as she took the receipt gaping open just enough to make the boys jaw drop, she turned bright-red as she snatched the coat shut and rapidly shut the door, though she knew the damage was done and that next week he would be a little more familiar… hanging up the coat she smiled to herself, muttering, “he may get lucky yet,” then returning to the living room. Said, “Sorry about that, I forgot him coming.” Ian asked, “if the lad had seen her?” and she answered truthfully, “just a glimp`s!” Lenny laughed, “then he will be the one coming…” and Ian added, “aye…coming back if I know lads…!” they laughed at her blushing discomfort, then Lenny led them back up to the bedroom.
He switched on the camera once more then had Ian take his seat securing his hands and forearms to the chair arms as before, Then fishing in his bag he produced a green ball gag which he fitted in Ian`s mouth and couple of leather cuffs, which on his instruction she passively held out her wrists to receive. That done with more of the cord she was unceremoniously laid on the bed and secured in the classic star shape. Lenny then said,” today I am going to use you missy, give you a lot of very different and minor pain, tonight we,” he indicated Ian, “that’s if we have any jiz left, we will double penetrate you, before bedtime, then tomorrow well you know what`s going to happen tomorrow, before I shove off 25 and 6!” he did not enlighten Ian at all, but fell to rummaging again, this time pulling from the magic bag a small box of sterile needles and a ball-gag
All eyes now were on the needles, as he asked, “Now missy, would you like to be gagged this time, there are folks out passing in the roadway, and we don’t want interference do we, even if your screams turn Ian on so very much!”
She closed her eyes, “Where, oh, where are you going to put those ….” He grinned, “why in your tits my dear, right…into… your… tits …” his finger tapping her breasts to emphasize his words, her eyes were like saucers, fixed on his hands, he sighed, “I will come to an agreement missy, I shall put in …say two…then in goes the gag…ok” She was mesmerised, her mouth dry unable to speak, as he looked to Ian, “fair enough?” Ian nodding before he broke out of its packing a long steel needle, raised her breast in his left hand and fixing her with a long stare, slowly forced the thing into the tender breast meat. Her cry of pain again echoed around the room. He turned to Ian and saw the stiffness of the man`s tool and saying, “enjoy that did you?” he broke out another, dropped the first breast, and took up the second, looked deep into her terrified eyes and whispered, “this one`s going to really hurt missy so take a deep breath!” with that he struck the point up under her areola and diagonally up through and out of the nipple. Her cry was louder and more urgent than before, so loud and so long that he actually looked through the window to see if anyone outside had heard, but double glazing and a lack of pedestrian traffic had negated the effect.
He snatched up the gag, but she was not inclined to open her mouth for him, so he tapped the last needle and as she screamed once more, in went the ball and he swiftly strapped it in place. Tears ran down her cheeks, and muffled shrieks rattled around the room each time he added another needle, one after another in a relentless chain of spikes in and around each alternate nipple. Each needle proceeded by another glance at Ian to see if he had emitted his seed yet. Finally, the dead was done, the supply of needles finished. Still Ian had not emptied his balls.
Her breasts like pincushions now, blue plastic couplings where each of the ten needles stuck five from each of her sizeable tits, two of them having pierced the nipples from below, the points sticking out of the teats themselves. Her face pale from the pain tears running freely, her mouth still full of the red rubber ball held between her teeth by the straps round her head, drool dripping from her lips.
He explained to her that, “she was to blame her man here,” he jerked his thumb at Ian, “had he come I would have stopped immediately, as it is, we shall go onwards missy.
Again, he rummaged, this time producing a lighter and a couple of candles one red, one green. Again, her eyes widened, he lit the red one and as he did so he announced to Ian, “the same rules apply, you come and I stop, it`s up to you!” Ian watched as the first drip fell splashing on her right nipple and bringing a muffled squark from behind the gag, time after time the drips descended, a zippp sort of sound as each drip left the candle and descended to splash and then set with on the pale skin, every drop hitting on the paler skin of the untouched bikini line around the breasts to the sound of another muffled cry.
Ian by now was desperately concentrating, trying on one hand soon to come and save his lady from more pain, and on the other to prolong the wonderful pain filled cries from behind that gag, his mind flitting from one to the other arguing with himself that he was sad to enjoy her pain …but it was her fantasy, and that she was enjoying it and would not take kindly to him letting it finishing so abruptly.
Lenny lit the other candle, snuffing the first and turning to Ian saying, “ well if you are not getting stimulus enough from her cries, let`s see if you would like to experience some of the pain just to see what it`s like. With that, he dripped some of the hot wax onto the tip of Ian`s tool the effect was a wide eyed cry of understanding, however there was also a strange feeling of satisfaction, a sudden desire to experience what she was experiencing, to be totally subservient … he didn’t understand it at all, but he knew in his heart of hearts he should one day have to pursue it perhaps with his lady as his mistress.
Lenny turned himself back to his real victim who had watched her husband`s, reaction with interest and he began dripping green wax onto her pubic hair, saying, you miss will remember me when you try and get this out of this nest! The feeling was not as bad as the red wax that had been direct onto her bare skin.
She felt his fingers open her lips knew where the next drip would fall and she was scared, and so she should have been, zippp… splash… a drip fell, the pain sudden and quickly gone it was centred on her left labia, zippp… splash he had adjusted his aim she knew where the next would land he was pealing back her hood, no, no please, wide eyed now with terror she bit into her ball and shook her head wildly, they all knew his target, the world stood still as he tipped the candle just a little more and the molten wax began its journey. Zippp, splash with a scream despite the gag her hips instantly rose, as the wax hit.
The combination of his thoughts and her scream had seed splashing from Ian`s stiff tool, blowing away the wax cap as it erupted from him. Lenny, instantly snuffing the candle.
He released May, then Ian, removing their gags, as they sat on the end of the bed, watching her intently as on Lenny`s instruction she began to ease the first of the ten needles from her own breasts. It was obviously agony, and to their joy it took her a very long time.
Their ecstatic joy watching her wrestle with those long steel probes re-stiffened Ian much to his surprise. They were all well in the zone by now, neither man had homosexual tendencies, but if they had been asked either of them would have cheerfully handled their opposite number to climax. They were learning a lot this afternoon. Each man, wanking himself to a climax against her body as she cried once more while picking wax from her clit and her pubes, a near impossible task.
Their own tasks done, the men turned the cameras off and a look at the clock said late dinner and a rest, it was a mutual decision, as it was obvious that May was about done in. Lenny said that they should have yet another session after tea as he wanted to try a double penetration before bedtime. They declared the man was insatiable!
Dottie
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492 look Ian I wish
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495 Ian hellip look I wish the final spurt
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