Suddenly Rich KidChapter 19 Hereditary Slut
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A follow on from 220 by request
The weekend passed in a haze of sex films snacks, more sex, food, drinks, and yet more sex the men taking turns at Sylvia. Binky`s period of drought vanishing under a monsoon of sex in all the positions they could think of, Tim getting alternate rides, with his wife, and each man making the most of recovery time to recharge their batteries , sylva however was kept busy throughout, if not in full sex, with fingering, while eating and drinking, in fact other than toilet breaks she had little rest, though they did all snatch a few hours in the night-time`s, especially the Saturday night by which time our heroines Mo-jo was fast becoming just ‘Mo!’ having `been had’ alternately by the two men almost continuously since the start of the tryst, she observing that even the most sensual needed at least some rest, a hint that went not unnoticed by Binky so arranging to have him visit again on the following Friday, and reckoning by that time their batteries would have had chance to recharge… our tame photographer, restorer and cum stud was prompted to suddenly realise his age and her exhaustion, and apologetically set off to his home, a broad smile etched on his face.
Our couple were soon bathed and in bed, her sore, dazed and worn out, both sleeping like they were taking a short course in death. Monday came along way too quickly, luckily for Sylvia it was still summer holiday`s but the park was calling Tim, it being his turn to light up and run the tiny engine.
The week slipped rapidly past, by Wednesday our heroine was at last feeling energetic enough to venture into their swimming pool and her embarrassing bow-legged gait had eased.
Friday arrived, and Tim returned home after a long day with the k**s in the park, as he always said, “going around in circles,” he only having to work one weekend in three now and that was fun, having the little line all to himself. In the drive was Tim`s car, a sudden pang of doubt and jealousy sweeping through him, had Binky been here long? Was he taking advantage of Tim`s absence, or was it silliness on his part, he wondered? but he dismissed it in an instant as he noted the car engine was still warm, so the feeling quickly passed like a small cloud passing over the sun on a windy day.
Inside he found he need not have worried, Sylvia making coffee out in the kitchen, and Binky just taking off his coat in the living room, for some reason he smiled, until, the coat hung up, Binky returned and kissed him full on the lips… not at the time in the sexual zone, he rapidly became flustered and embarrassed, a feature Binky quickly realised and released him apologetically from his unwanted embrace, just as the coffee appeared from the kitchen. It was red faces all round but being adults and grown up sophisticated ones at that …they each ignored the trip in etiquette as if it hadn’t happened.
They stood, each groping for a subject to overcome the moment, Then Binky began an effort to smooth things over, by explaining that he had Bisexual tendencies, and that he had loved last weekend as it had been `the best weekend he had had since Gloria was taken ill!’ but not wishing to `rock the boat, he had reigned that side of him in,’ he had had the impression that Tim had tendencies that way too, but that he was not letting himself go, and totally enjoying the whole scenario, consequently he felt that, he was sure that way would lead to jealousy and problems so he had determined to see if that were the case!”
Taken a little aback, Tim, red of face blustered that he was nowadays “happily married” but his wife cut in and exclaimed that “perhaps they should sit and discuss the matter more fully,” as she felt binky could be right, and there might be `some scope for expansion,’ that they needed trust, needed fun, and above all they all needed to let themselves go, “to enjoy the sexual excitement that was on offer, or this triangle was never going to work long term!” exclaiming that they had found this great joy together last weekend, and as they had found it together and enjoyed it …together…if they wanted it to carry on they needed to at least talk about it all, properly, set up a few boundaries that sort of thing.”
Like two schoolboys in front of the headmistress, they both sat sipping coffee, each knowing she was right, each weighing up the whole situation and each waiting for the other to start the ball rolling. When they finally did speak it was one of those synchronised starts that then had the “after you,” “no after you,” moment we all have suffered from at some time.
Sylvia cut in again, tired of the stiffness between them this weekend, she cut through what she saw as silliness, saying “look you two, I was fucked till I near collapsed last weekend, and I am not saying that I was unhappy about it, it was fantastic …but it was way too much… I lost half of this week to soreness and fatigue, we let ourselves go last weekend, rode the wave, and though I loved it, we , well I can`t keep that up, not at that level, so I suggest we either slow down, or if Tim, who I love to bits and won`t ever leave, or cheat on...if… he can except that this is sex, and nothing more, and can come out of his closet and admit that to himself that to him a male body is as attractive as a female one, just for sex…if only he can overcome that public school ingrained attitude and enjoy life a little more freely, then we can share things out a more evenly, and we can all enjoy this freedom for a long time!”
Tim sat bemused for a second then began to grin, “sorry, it`s my upbringing, as you say the school and so on, yes, I must admit I have had bi dealings as a lad, and I do find Binky attractive sexually but it`s hard to let myself go… I loved to see you with him last weekend, you knew I have wanted to see you taken by another man since we were wed, god alone knows why, but it was a big turn on, and I have thought of little else this week watching his arse bouncing about on you, I wished…well let`s just say… I wished I could have been a bit well, looser, but I thought you would not have approved Sylvia, I didn’t want to risk losing you, and I didn’t want to seem to you, well …less of a man…a queer-boy…a gay!”
She placed her cup down and threw her arms round his neck, hauling him to her along the sofa kissing him and saying that, he was a goose, she understood, and it was “to be just us, the three of us, and what happens here stays here we have said that already… and its nothing more than just sex!” Binky agreeing and adding that “after Gloria, I don’t want another woman for more than just the sex, I am not in love with your Sylvia lovely as she is, so don’t get paranoid on that score Tim, I just want to enjoy sex with both of you…and to ensure that I promise never to take off any clothes or do anything sexual unless your both present, will that help?” their laughter and nods confirmed the arrangement and they were soon sat enjoying the delightful meal Sylvia had already prepared.
Over their coffee they watched the latest of the restored films, this one featuring Sylvia`s mother on a sand dune somewhere they did not recognise, in a bunker with a number of home guard men, who were taking turns with her alongside the bren gun. Binky saying emphatically “that barrage balloon in the distance confirmed it was not staged and that the home guard not having bren guns till very late in the war, he thought it was about 1944.”
The film was enough to get them going once more, not that they needed much encouragement.
Sylvia asked, if Tim would be happier if she “left you two men alone for a while, to let Tim…`acclimatise’…” but that was greeted with an emphatic “no, as she being present, was part of the game”
Binky suggesting, they try the dungeon this weekend, and this agreed they locked the house, and retreated downstairs, all three still fully dressed. Binky suggested that each week one of them should be in charge as “the master or mistress,” That agreed the order then needed deciding, so at Tim`s suggestion, like k**s they played scissors paper rock, best of three! Binky w y being the master this week, ordered Sylvia remove her knickers, tights and shoes, which she did retaining skirt and top clothing, he had her secured in the pillory where she could see the whole room, then he had Tim and himself undress.
Tim`s eyes automatically seeking out Binky`s 7” uncut tool, his own circumsized 6” standing stiffly, as he heard himself instructed to “kneel and suckle me.” He glanced at his wife, stood fully dressed her head and hands imprisoned in the pillory, watching his humiliation with a look of mixed emotions, encouragement, amazement, and a pinch of questioning all being present, as she puckered her lips as if to blow him a kiss. He turned back to Binky, and very deliberately knelt, and reached for the stiff tool. A sigh escaped his pretty wife`s lips as he took the fast dampening tool into his mouth. It was to be a turning point.
From her standing position Sylvia, untouched by hand or dead, watched the game unfold, each man taking the others tool and sucking it for a while in turn, that look of extasy on her husbands face, their first kiss, , and then the ultimate act, fingers applying lube, and Binky, first to mount her husband, in a wild sexual ride that had Tim, weeping and crying out, though she wasn`t sure at first if it was in extasy or pain, though his face when she saw it told her he was loving every painfilled thrust.
In the break, while they returned to this world, they both came to her, kissed her, fingered her in turn, and loved her, Tim perhaps to silently ask her blessing and Binky to show off his conquest, though they left her symbolically secured throughout!
Binky now knelt on all fours; the invitation obvious. Tim again looked at his wife, who nodded her approval, before he knelt and slowly entered the proffered anal opening, a look of long awaited extasy on his face as he began thrusting himself into the moaning body of his friend, till his pubic bone lodged against the ample cheeks. She ached for some action herself, but she knew that it was the boys moment, her husband had finally admitted that he was not totally heterosexual, something she had suspected for a while.
With a deep groan the pair brought her back from her musing, Binky collapsing forward onto his hard cock sandwiched twixt his body and the elderly carpet in a most uncomfortable fashion. Tim still conjoined laying along his back, a look of sublime satisfaction on his face. They lay like that for some moments, before rolling apart to lay, hand in hand beside one another.
Sylvia, watched with interest, as her two would be lovers dozed, their hands gently caressing one another`s bodies now the initial rush was over, temporarily sated. Tim by now ignoring his wife as if she was a forgotten statue overlooking them as he bent to take his friend, and new-found lover into his mouth, a look on his face of rapt concentration.
Binky pushed Tim from him saying that “he needed time,” and that “he was not as young as he was,” then laughing the stood and approached the helpless Sylvia, “did you enjoy that?” He asked, “watching your husband fucked, watching his arse get filled by another man?” she glanced at Tim the very deliberately said that “she had, and it was no more than he deserved, leaving her stood secured here!” Binky said it was “his weekend in charge, and that he alone would decide who is fucked and who is stood watching, and if she didn’t like it …tough titty.” He said it was time to explore the pain thing she had mentioned last weekend…ok? She nodded knowing that she couldn’t stop him even if she wanted, though she had mixed feelings on the subject. Binky then turned to Tim and said, “right you, go fetch a dildoed from that bag I fetched in, its still upstairs, in fact bring the bag, and let`s give her something to whine about!”
Tim without a murmur set off, and Binky approached Sylvia, whispering to her, “today missy your going to get a little pain, if you like it and want more, and I suspect you will love to be used nearly as much as your mother did, just call me a prick, and I will increase the pain a tad every time you do. But be warned, I will show no mercy as I think that’s what you want don’t you?” she looked deep into his eyes, smiled, then hissed “do your worse you PRICK!” and smiled. Just then Tim returned. Binky took the bag from him and rummaged in it, he had come prepared, he produced a big black dildo, saying “this was Gloria`s favourite!”. Explaining it did tricks, and she had loved it, he having brought it as a present, now he was going to use it and show them what it could do!”
He produced a tin of KY jelly and began greasing the metallic coloured and menacing shaft, it was not that thick, in fact his fingers just met round the shaft but it was a long, a good two or two and a half feet of it and it was stiffly flexible, the head a thicker bulb of shiny metallic materiel, and there was a cable from the base that led to a fair size control box that came separate and needed plugging to the thing, which wiping his greasy hand up her leg, to clean it he proceeded to do. “Now,” he smiled at her, “I have been dreaming of doing this all week missy, I instinctively realised you subconsciously love pain, its hereditary I believe, Gloria loved it too,” he smiled, when she did not deny it, he began again “as I said this thing does tricks that you won`t believe, and its going up your arse to perform, so don’t complain too much will you, I won`t care if you do of course as I love to hear a screaming woman, and you`re going to scream believe me,” and he laughed. He threw her skirt up onto her back exposing the buttocks of his victim, bade Tim hold the now quivering with fear cheeks of his wife`s arse open, applied a liberal coat of KY and without ado, pushing the head of the thing into her ring, which instantly became a ring of fire, her brain receiving the pain message, and replying with a message of its own to relax and go with the flow or the pain would be worse, it proved not an easy message to comply with as the thing began to invade her body. His task done Tim went and stood in front of his wife, watching her face, and wondering just how much of the long black cock she would take.
Binky meanwhile pressed on regardless, the head had vanished into her backside, and she hadn’t uttered a word, just groaned a little, relentlessly he slowly pushed on, the shaft slipping into her very bowel, inch by inch, like some long snake easing into her guts, deeper and ever deeper. Tim entwined his fingers in hers, secured as she was, her face contorting as the invader filled her bowel completely, she could feel the head deep inside her, soon easily a foot or more inside, invading where no man had ever managed, even in her sensual youth, …she cried out, involuntarily unable to take any more in silence, To her surprise, the invader stopped its advance. Binky joining Tim, smiling down at his victim, and saying “Only an inch or two more my sweet, then the fun can begin!” she groaned, and he returned to his task, her back passage feeling fuller than she had ever felt in her life before, her outlet tunnel now a tubular sea of painful fire, as relentlessly the thing moved deeper, ever deeper. She was beginning to lose her normal senses, groaning and moaning incoherently, swearing and shaking her head from side to side, as Tim gazed at her, his face a mask of mixed emotions, fascinated by her reactions.
The invader stopped, and she calmed a little, her face a mask, a slight smile of satisfaction playing around her eyes, though tears of pain were falling. Binky`s voice cut into her world of discomfort, as he said, that “his Gloria loved this moment, it was she used to say, the still before the storm, knowing the invasion was over and feeling already uncomfortable but knowing the absolute agony that was to come.” Sylvia, suddenly realised that this had only been the start, not the total pain, but just the prelude… a look of alarm spread over her face, wondering what was yet to begin.
Binky held in his hand a control panel, he had arrived beside Tim, the cord long and flexible and the tool deeply embedded, at Binky`s behest, the two men sat on the carpet together to enjoy her discomfort, while he explained to time how stimulating the sound of his wife`s screams would soon be, and that he (Tim) was to brace himself as it might not be to his liking, but for his wife`s sake he needed to put on a brave face, as she had a need for this pain, if only to try and understand her mother`s enjoyment, in fact, he may enjoy administering it for her , it would add to her joy even if she did scream!” Each man by, holding the others stiffness, he handed Tim the control box, and showed him the button to press, saying it was on it highest setting, and he was to try it then they would turn it down.
They waited for a long few seconds for Sylvia, to settle, then Tim at a nod from Binky pressed the button. It was awesome!
For Tim a feeling of total power over his strong-willed wife, for Binky a spectator sport, but for Sylvia, the victim, it was like she had been hit by a surge of lightning right inside her very core, it had her convulsing and shrieking in shock as the massive and unexpected force shot through her guts. it lasted but a second, massive power and fantastic sexual feelings all rolled into one massive bolt of muscle contracting energy until Tim took his finger from that button…when she collapsed as the power ceased like a dis guarded rag doll. Tim`s jaw dropped open, amazed at her reaction, his finger for the first time controlling his beloved wife`s whole sexual function at a single surge of this amazing power was more than he could imagine so much so, that he hit the button again just to check he was the cause… like a puppet her body jerked and convulsed once more as a second powerful serge made her muscles contract involuntarily again, especially the ones around her sexual organs, her face contort in a way that said she was in great internal pain, and she screamed, a single loud cry of mixed pain, amazement and orgasmic cramp. It was like all her orgasms had arrived at one fantastic sexual cramp such as she had never before experienced. Again, after the button was released, she slumped like a dis guarded finger puppet, held upright by that damned pillory, her mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water, a look of amazement on her pretty face.
Tim looked at Binky, his jaw sagging open, and amazement writ large on his face, Binky laughed, then took the box, he turned down the power then showed Tim a second, till now un-noticed control, this time a pair of switches, saying hit that and the thing moves like a snake, stretching and contracting in out and the other makes it writhe a tiny bit, side to side like a snakes body, he handed it back with a grin. Tim of course couldn’t resist he hit the writhe switch, and again his wife came instantly alive, her mouth opening in amazement, her brain telling her it had become alive deep inside her, a cry of extasy escaping her lips. It was no wonder to her that Gloria had loved this magic machine…it was amazing, Tim hit the second button, the length increased and decreased by perhaps a full inch, it was enough to have her gasping again. Tim experimentally hit the button. Her mind near to blowing, as the power surged through her body, at less voltage than before but still enough to cause her sex to contract in a most enjoyable way. Successive stabs of Tim`s controlling finger, setting up a rhythm that she was powerless to resist, a massive orgasm hitting her in a way and a level that she had never before reached, her head thrown back against her restraining board, fingers clenching , knuckles white, breathing deep and gasping, the pillory fortunately holding her from collapsing completely as the tsunami hit, her legs wobbling as if to collapse.
Binky caught her before she hung herself on the pillory, Tim quickly releasing the catch, and lifting the top board to allow his friend to lower the comatose woman to the ground, laying her on her back, the instrument still buried deep inside her back passage. Tim took her first, he couldn’t resist, his tool thrusting into her like a piston despite her collapsed state, but not for long, on the third stroke Binky pressed that dratted button, her muscles contracted hard and with a cry Tim was forced to eject a jet of seed into his conquest, in a way that he hadn’t for many months. She began to return to our world, as Binky replaced him, her now loose arms pulling their friend close as he began his jig, Tim in turn grabbing the control, and judging his moment, pressed and held the button down hard. Involuntarily her muscles gripped the invader and sparked an orgasm that had both her and her consort in its grip for some seconds before sending her into sensation overload and temporary oblivion once more! Binky taking the opportunity to remove the thing, muttering that it was normally an uncomfortable thing to retrieve! They plied her with strong drink as she returned to life. Mutually it was bedtime, tomorrow would be another day.
A follow on from 220 by request
The weekend passed in a haze of sex films snacks, more sex, food, drinks, and yet more sex the men taking turns at Sylvia. Binky`s period of drought vanishing under a monsoon of sex in all the positions they could think of, Tim getting alternate rides, with his wife, and each man making the most of recovery time to recharge their batteries , sylva however was kept busy throughout, if not in full sex, with fingering, while eating and drinking, in fact other than toilet breaks she had little rest, though they did all snatch a few hours in the night-time`s, especially the Saturday night by which time our heroines Mo-jo was fast becoming just ‘Mo!’ having `been had’ alternately by the two men almost continuously since the start of the tryst, she observing that even the most sensual needed at least some rest, a hint that went not unnoticed by Binky so arranging to have him visit again on the following Friday, and reckoning by that time their batteries would have had chance to recharge… our tame photographer, restorer and cum stud was prompted to suddenly realise his age and her exhaustion, and apologetically set off to his home, a broad smile etched on his face.
Our couple were soon bathed and in bed, her sore, dazed and worn out, both sleeping like they were taking a short course in death. Monday came along way too quickly, luckily for Sylvia it was still summer holiday`s but the park was calling Tim, it being his turn to light up and run the tiny engine.
The week slipped rapidly past, by Wednesday our heroine was at last feeling energetic enough to venture into their swimming pool and her embarrassing bow-legged gait had eased.
Friday arrived, and Tim returned home after a long day with the k**s in the park, as he always said, “going around in circles,” he only having to work one weekend in three now and that was fun, having the little line all to himself. In the drive was Tim`s car, a sudden pang of doubt and jealousy sweeping through him, had Binky been here long? Was he taking advantage of Tim`s absence, or was it silliness on his part, he wondered? but he dismissed it in an instant as he noted the car engine was still warm, so the feeling quickly passed like a small cloud passing over the sun on a windy day.
Inside he found he need not have worried, Sylvia making coffee out in the kitchen, and Binky just taking off his coat in the living room, for some reason he smiled, until, the coat hung up, Binky returned and kissed him full on the lips… not at the time in the sexual zone, he rapidly became flustered and embarrassed, a feature Binky quickly realised and released him apologetically from his unwanted embrace, just as the coffee appeared from the kitchen. It was red faces all round but being adults and grown up sophisticated ones at that …they each ignored the trip in etiquette as if it hadn’t happened.
They stood, each groping for a subject to overcome the moment, Then Binky began an effort to smooth things over, by explaining that he had Bisexual tendencies, and that he had loved last weekend as it had been `the best weekend he had had since Gloria was taken ill!’ but not wishing to `rock the boat, he had reigned that side of him in,’ he had had the impression that Tim had tendencies that way too, but that he was not letting himself go, and totally enjoying the whole scenario, consequently he felt that, he was sure that way would lead to jealousy and problems so he had determined to see if that were the case!”
Taken a little aback, Tim, red of face blustered that he was nowadays “happily married” but his wife cut in and exclaimed that “perhaps they should sit and discuss the matter more fully,” as she felt binky could be right, and there might be `some scope for expansion,’ that they needed trust, needed fun, and above all they all needed to let themselves go, “to enjoy the sexual excitement that was on offer, or this triangle was never going to work long term!” exclaiming that they had found this great joy together last weekend, and as they had found it together and enjoyed it …together…if they wanted it to carry on they needed to at least talk about it all, properly, set up a few boundaries that sort of thing.”
Like two schoolboys in front of the headmistress, they both sat sipping coffee, each knowing she was right, each weighing up the whole situation and each waiting for the other to start the ball rolling. When they finally did speak it was one of those synchronised starts that then had the “after you,” “no after you,” moment we all have suffered from at some time.
Sylvia cut in again, tired of the stiffness between them this weekend, she cut through what she saw as silliness, saying “look you two, I was fucked till I near collapsed last weekend, and I am not saying that I was unhappy about it, it was fantastic …but it was way too much… I lost half of this week to soreness and fatigue, we let ourselves go last weekend, rode the wave, and though I loved it, we , well I can`t keep that up, not at that level, so I suggest we either slow down, or if Tim, who I love to bits and won`t ever leave, or cheat on...if… he can except that this is sex, and nothing more, and can come out of his closet and admit that to himself that to him a male body is as attractive as a female one, just for sex…if only he can overcome that public school ingrained attitude and enjoy life a little more freely, then we can share things out a more evenly, and we can all enjoy this freedom for a long time!”
Tim sat bemused for a second then began to grin, “sorry, it`s my upbringing, as you say the school and so on, yes, I must admit I have had bi dealings as a lad, and I do find Binky attractive sexually but it`s hard to let myself go… I loved to see you with him last weekend, you knew I have wanted to see you taken by another man since we were wed, god alone knows why, but it was a big turn on, and I have thought of little else this week watching his arse bouncing about on you, I wished…well let`s just say… I wished I could have been a bit well, looser, but I thought you would not have approved Sylvia, I didn’t want to risk losing you, and I didn’t want to seem to you, well …less of a man…a queer-boy…a gay!”
She placed her cup down and threw her arms round his neck, hauling him to her along the sofa kissing him and saying that, he was a goose, she understood, and it was “to be just us, the three of us, and what happens here stays here we have said that already… and its nothing more than just sex!” Binky agreeing and adding that “after Gloria, I don’t want another woman for more than just the sex, I am not in love with your Sylvia lovely as she is, so don’t get paranoid on that score Tim, I just want to enjoy sex with both of you…and to ensure that I promise never to take off any clothes or do anything sexual unless your both present, will that help?” their laughter and nods confirmed the arrangement and they were soon sat enjoying the delightful meal Sylvia had already prepared.
Over their coffee they watched the latest of the restored films, this one featuring Sylvia`s mother on a sand dune somewhere they did not recognise, in a bunker with a number of home guard men, who were taking turns with her alongside the bren gun. Binky saying emphatically “that barrage balloon in the distance confirmed it was not staged and that the home guard not having bren guns till very late in the war, he thought it was about 1944.”
The film was enough to get them going once more, not that they needed much encouragement.
Sylvia asked, if Tim would be happier if she “left you two men alone for a while, to let Tim…`acclimatise’…” but that was greeted with an emphatic “no, as she being present, was part of the game”
Binky suggesting, they try the dungeon this weekend, and this agreed they locked the house, and retreated downstairs, all three still fully dressed. Binky suggested that each week one of them should be in charge as “the master or mistress,” That agreed the order then needed deciding, so at Tim`s suggestion, like k**s they played scissors paper rock, best of three! Binky w y being the master this week, ordered Sylvia remove her knickers, tights and shoes, which she did retaining skirt and top clothing, he had her secured in the pillory where she could see the whole room, then he had Tim and himself undress.
Tim`s eyes automatically seeking out Binky`s 7” uncut tool, his own circumsized 6” standing stiffly, as he heard himself instructed to “kneel and suckle me.” He glanced at his wife, stood fully dressed her head and hands imprisoned in the pillory, watching his humiliation with a look of mixed emotions, encouragement, amazement, and a pinch of questioning all being present, as she puckered her lips as if to blow him a kiss. He turned back to Binky, and very deliberately knelt, and reached for the stiff tool. A sigh escaped his pretty wife`s lips as he took the fast dampening tool into his mouth. It was to be a turning point.
From her standing position Sylvia, untouched by hand or dead, watched the game unfold, each man taking the others tool and sucking it for a while in turn, that look of extasy on her husbands face, their first kiss, , and then the ultimate act, fingers applying lube, and Binky, first to mount her husband, in a wild sexual ride that had Tim, weeping and crying out, though she wasn`t sure at first if it was in extasy or pain, though his face when she saw it told her he was loving every painfilled thrust.
In the break, while they returned to this world, they both came to her, kissed her, fingered her in turn, and loved her, Tim perhaps to silently ask her blessing and Binky to show off his conquest, though they left her symbolically secured throughout!
Binky now knelt on all fours; the invitation obvious. Tim again looked at his wife, who nodded her approval, before he knelt and slowly entered the proffered anal opening, a look of long awaited extasy on his face as he began thrusting himself into the moaning body of his friend, till his pubic bone lodged against the ample cheeks. She ached for some action herself, but she knew that it was the boys moment, her husband had finally admitted that he was not totally heterosexual, something she had suspected for a while.
With a deep groan the pair brought her back from her musing, Binky collapsing forward onto his hard cock sandwiched twixt his body and the elderly carpet in a most uncomfortable fashion. Tim still conjoined laying along his back, a look of sublime satisfaction on his face. They lay like that for some moments, before rolling apart to lay, hand in hand beside one another.
Sylvia, watched with interest, as her two would be lovers dozed, their hands gently caressing one another`s bodies now the initial rush was over, temporarily sated. Tim by now ignoring his wife as if she was a forgotten statue overlooking them as he bent to take his friend, and new-found lover into his mouth, a look on his face of rapt concentration.
Binky pushed Tim from him saying that “he needed time,” and that “he was not as young as he was,” then laughing the stood and approached the helpless Sylvia, “did you enjoy that?” He asked, “watching your husband fucked, watching his arse get filled by another man?” she glanced at Tim the very deliberately said that “she had, and it was no more than he deserved, leaving her stood secured here!” Binky said it was “his weekend in charge, and that he alone would decide who is fucked and who is stood watching, and if she didn’t like it …tough titty.” He said it was time to explore the pain thing she had mentioned last weekend…ok? She nodded knowing that she couldn’t stop him even if she wanted, though she had mixed feelings on the subject. Binky then turned to Tim and said, “right you, go fetch a dildoed from that bag I fetched in, its still upstairs, in fact bring the bag, and let`s give her something to whine about!”
Tim without a murmur set off, and Binky approached Sylvia, whispering to her, “today missy your going to get a little pain, if you like it and want more, and I suspect you will love to be used nearly as much as your mother did, just call me a prick, and I will increase the pain a tad every time you do. But be warned, I will show no mercy as I think that’s what you want don’t you?” she looked deep into his eyes, smiled, then hissed “do your worse you PRICK!” and smiled. Just then Tim returned. Binky took the bag from him and rummaged in it, he had come prepared, he produced a big black dildo, saying “this was Gloria`s favourite!”. Explaining it did tricks, and she had loved it, he having brought it as a present, now he was going to use it and show them what it could do!”
He produced a tin of KY jelly and began greasing the metallic coloured and menacing shaft, it was not that thick, in fact his fingers just met round the shaft but it was a long, a good two or two and a half feet of it and it was stiffly flexible, the head a thicker bulb of shiny metallic materiel, and there was a cable from the base that led to a fair size control box that came separate and needed plugging to the thing, which wiping his greasy hand up her leg, to clean it he proceeded to do. “Now,” he smiled at her, “I have been dreaming of doing this all week missy, I instinctively realised you subconsciously love pain, its hereditary I believe, Gloria loved it too,” he smiled, when she did not deny it, he began again “as I said this thing does tricks that you won`t believe, and its going up your arse to perform, so don’t complain too much will you, I won`t care if you do of course as I love to hear a screaming woman, and you`re going to scream believe me,” and he laughed. He threw her skirt up onto her back exposing the buttocks of his victim, bade Tim hold the now quivering with fear cheeks of his wife`s arse open, applied a liberal coat of KY and without ado, pushing the head of the thing into her ring, which instantly became a ring of fire, her brain receiving the pain message, and replying with a message of its own to relax and go with the flow or the pain would be worse, it proved not an easy message to comply with as the thing began to invade her body. His task done Tim went and stood in front of his wife, watching her face, and wondering just how much of the long black cock she would take.
Binky meanwhile pressed on regardless, the head had vanished into her backside, and she hadn’t uttered a word, just groaned a little, relentlessly he slowly pushed on, the shaft slipping into her very bowel, inch by inch, like some long snake easing into her guts, deeper and ever deeper. Tim entwined his fingers in hers, secured as she was, her face contorting as the invader filled her bowel completely, she could feel the head deep inside her, soon easily a foot or more inside, invading where no man had ever managed, even in her sensual youth, …she cried out, involuntarily unable to take any more in silence, To her surprise, the invader stopped its advance. Binky joining Tim, smiling down at his victim, and saying “Only an inch or two more my sweet, then the fun can begin!” she groaned, and he returned to his task, her back passage feeling fuller than she had ever felt in her life before, her outlet tunnel now a tubular sea of painful fire, as relentlessly the thing moved deeper, ever deeper. She was beginning to lose her normal senses, groaning and moaning incoherently, swearing and shaking her head from side to side, as Tim gazed at her, his face a mask of mixed emotions, fascinated by her reactions.
The invader stopped, and she calmed a little, her face a mask, a slight smile of satisfaction playing around her eyes, though tears of pain were falling. Binky`s voice cut into her world of discomfort, as he said, that “his Gloria loved this moment, it was she used to say, the still before the storm, knowing the invasion was over and feeling already uncomfortable but knowing the absolute agony that was to come.” Sylvia, suddenly realised that this had only been the start, not the total pain, but just the prelude… a look of alarm spread over her face, wondering what was yet to begin.
Binky held in his hand a control panel, he had arrived beside Tim, the cord long and flexible and the tool deeply embedded, at Binky`s behest, the two men sat on the carpet together to enjoy her discomfort, while he explained to time how stimulating the sound of his wife`s screams would soon be, and that he (Tim) was to brace himself as it might not be to his liking, but for his wife`s sake he needed to put on a brave face, as she had a need for this pain, if only to try and understand her mother`s enjoyment, in fact, he may enjoy administering it for her , it would add to her joy even if she did scream!” Each man by, holding the others stiffness, he handed Tim the control box, and showed him the button to press, saying it was on it highest setting, and he was to try it then they would turn it down.
They waited for a long few seconds for Sylvia, to settle, then Tim at a nod from Binky pressed the button. It was awesome!
For Tim a feeling of total power over his strong-willed wife, for Binky a spectator sport, but for Sylvia, the victim, it was like she had been hit by a surge of lightning right inside her very core, it had her convulsing and shrieking in shock as the massive and unexpected force shot through her guts. it lasted but a second, massive power and fantastic sexual feelings all rolled into one massive bolt of muscle contracting energy until Tim took his finger from that button…when she collapsed as the power ceased like a dis guarded rag doll. Tim`s jaw dropped open, amazed at her reaction, his finger for the first time controlling his beloved wife`s whole sexual function at a single surge of this amazing power was more than he could imagine so much so, that he hit the button again just to check he was the cause… like a puppet her body jerked and convulsed once more as a second powerful serge made her muscles contract involuntarily again, especially the ones around her sexual organs, her face contort in a way that said she was in great internal pain, and she screamed, a single loud cry of mixed pain, amazement and orgasmic cramp. It was like all her orgasms had arrived at one fantastic sexual cramp such as she had never before experienced. Again, after the button was released, she slumped like a dis guarded finger puppet, held upright by that damned pillory, her mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water, a look of amazement on her pretty face.
Tim looked at Binky, his jaw sagging open, and amazement writ large on his face, Binky laughed, then took the box, he turned down the power then showed Tim a second, till now un-noticed control, this time a pair of switches, saying hit that and the thing moves like a snake, stretching and contracting in out and the other makes it writhe a tiny bit, side to side like a snakes body, he handed it back with a grin. Tim of course couldn’t resist he hit the writhe switch, and again his wife came instantly alive, her mouth opening in amazement, her brain telling her it had become alive deep inside her, a cry of extasy escaping her lips. It was no wonder to her that Gloria had loved this magic machine…it was amazing, Tim hit the second button, the length increased and decreased by perhaps a full inch, it was enough to have her gasping again. Tim experimentally hit the button. Her mind near to blowing, as the power surged through her body, at less voltage than before but still enough to cause her sex to contract in a most enjoyable way. Successive stabs of Tim`s controlling finger, setting up a rhythm that she was powerless to resist, a massive orgasm hitting her in a way and a level that she had never before reached, her head thrown back against her restraining board, fingers clenching , knuckles white, breathing deep and gasping, the pillory fortunately holding her from collapsing completely as the tsunami hit, her legs wobbling as if to collapse.
Binky caught her before she hung herself on the pillory, Tim quickly releasing the catch, and lifting the top board to allow his friend to lower the comatose woman to the ground, laying her on her back, the instrument still buried deep inside her back passage. Tim took her first, he couldn’t resist, his tool thrusting into her like a piston despite her collapsed state, but not for long, on the third stroke Binky pressed that dratted button, her muscles contracted hard and with a cry Tim was forced to eject a jet of seed into his conquest, in a way that he hadn’t for many months. She began to return to our world, as Binky replaced him, her now loose arms pulling their friend close as he began his jig, Tim in turn grabbing the control, and judging his moment, pressed and held the button down hard. Involuntarily her muscles gripped the invader and sparked an orgasm that had both her and her consort in its grip for some seconds before sending her into sensation overload and temporary oblivion once more! Binky taking the opportunity to remove the thing, muttering that it was normally an uncomfortable thing to retrieve! They plied her with strong drink as she returned to life. Mutually it was bedtime, tomorrow would be another day.
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