1964 The Dairy of DesireChapter 46 Return to Normalcy
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We now had a weekend till Ann went back to work and Sam to his home to pack up and sort out, plus doing his last few shifts, I, meanwhile, called the dog trust saying that the first two kennels were ready and that weather permitting we would be finishing the other two the next week.
Timothy the local agent for the trust promised us a couple of bales of straw for bedding, some blankets bowls and the like if we could collect it and he had a dog that was causing chaos in his kennel could we take it till the next weekend when it was due to be sent to the big centre in Essex unless a home became available first.
Sam and I set out on the Saturday towing the pony trailer and Dropping Ann to shop in Rye, for the bank and at the market arranging to collect her after dinner.
We arrived at the shelter to be met by Tim; we loaded half a dozen bales, some blankets, a couple of bags and boxes of food, and bowls leads collars and the like, he then led us round his cattery and then the kennel on a grand tour, “It`s the big ones we have a problem with” he said, Alsatians, not as bad but Dane`s, Woolf-hounds and the like are too big for most people., and cross breads ...well”.
We paused at a run where a huge aggressive Mastive, slavered at us aggressively and he shook his head. Hoping against hope he was not going to lumber me with this man eater, he said that “This one we have been lucky with and he is going as a site guard!” to say I was relieved... “otherwise he would have gone to Essex and after a week been put down.”
We moved on and came to a large old Great Dane, Sam fondled his ears and Tim said that” his time is up I am afraid!” I saw Sam`s face change as we moved on and came to a giant Newfoundland, a big boisterous ball of woolly youth, that bowled Tim over as he opened the door to the run, “this boy is the one Peter” Tim said “he`s just too much of a handful but a more loving soul you will never meet his name is ` ‘Pedro’ the kennel maid calls him Pedro the poker!” Adding I had better warn the wife!
Sam unloaded the food and reloaded it into the boot of the car and we loaded Pedro with the hay bales in the trailer, Sam then asked about the Dane and soon a deal was struck, and we went home with both! Sam taking on the Dane, (named `Alf` by the way) as a trial as a personal pet, if he could keep him with us till he got a place of his own if things worked out.
Ann was waiting, sitting on the seat by the harbour. We got chips from the adjacent copper kettle Chippy and sat with her in the car park behind it eating and allowing her to become friends with Alf while explaining the deal, Sam had done with Tim. Soon finished we set off home, where we introduced `Pedro the Poker` to Ann who immediately fell deeply in love with him, laughing when I told her of Tim`s warning. The kennels soon held the two large dogs, both with straw beds, food water and as snug as bugs in rugs.
We sat after tea and discussed our situation; Ann had now a good apparently solid job, I had the role of house husband and kennel keeper/gardener, though I did a few jobs casually for my neighbour at the farm at busy times, but it was intermittent.
We would soon have another mouth to feed in Sam, he needed a job and preferably locally, he could drive fortunately, and had a forklift licence. He had no motor but that could soon be fixed. He had no real marshland skills, but he was young enough and strong enough to soon learn.
Financially we were in quite a good position Sam was borrowing most of the lump we had from the sale of the old house, our homestead having cost much below what the house had sold for. Sam would be in the same position once he had sold; though he needed somewhere to live permanently but there would be no rush.
Sexually we decided to restrict our BDMS to Friday /Saturday sessions, so we would have Sunday for Ann and hopefully Sam to recover before work on Monday. That did not mean we would be celibate on the other days but just not doing the heavier stuff.
Ann ever thoughtful suggested that after my birthday we changed things round, and on birthdays the birthday boy or girl could choose the menu and be the giver, rather than the receiver as now, I suggested as of now but they both said a firm “NO” and that I was not wriggling out that way!
Ann reminded me my birthday was just a two months away and before Sam left we should make a menu, and if he couldn`t get back for the actual date we would wait for him to get down to which we all agreed.
Ann then suggested this was no way to waste a Saturday night and Sam said he wondered if we would mind if we had Alf in for a while, as on Monday he would have to leave the old dog for a while and he wanted to get to know him a bit.
We did not object, so Sam fetched the old dog, who glad of human company promptly curled up in front of the fire as if he owned the hearthrug sharing it with Sam.
Ann, on the sofa then said she wanted some “action” and began to caress Sam`s neck, he was not long to begin to react sliding his hand up her leg, and under her skirt, she leant back with a sigh as I kissed her and began m*****ing her breasts. Something in the air must have disturbed Alf as with a little “wuff” he raised himself and sniffed the air, then upped and pushed Sam to one-side and shoved his nose under Ann`s skirt.
Sam said “wow!” and Ann reacted by quickly lifting her skirt, so we could all see Alf`s nose sniffing at the crotch of her pretty blue panties. Ann looked at me as if to ask my permission, I just shrugged though I really appreciated the question.
She stood, and Sam held the dog as my wife quickly stripped off her skirt and panties then knelt on all fours on the carpet. The dogs tongue started on her slit with a will Sam releasing him, so he could do as he wished. His prick was soon poking out of its sheath, red-purple it hung twix Alf`s legs, like a good size sausage, he was soon jumping on her back, stabbing at her sex with a will Sam guided his now rigid tool into the now very wet slit; she let out a low groan of deep contentment, then began to give what I can only call a commentary, “it`s red hot and like a poker a sharp poker, thrusting into me”, she said, as the dog gripped her upper body, ”god its good”, she gasped Alf jabbing at her scrabbling to get a better purchase, his back end now pistoning back and forth like a fiddlers elbow. Suddenly he paused, then Ann began to groan that” his knot was swelling and that she had never been so full.” Her voice raised to a near scream saying that he was “filling her with boiling seed, never had she had so much or such hot filling into her body or anything so gigantic filling her.”
Alf meanwhile slid his front from her back then slipped his left leg up over her rump so that he ended `butt to butt` with his near distraught bitch.
Nature took twenty long minutes to release the locked pair, his cock finally slipping with a plop from her sex, which then began to dribble doggy goo by the cup-full. I have seen my wife in a state of collapse from sex before but never so well filled as this. She spent the next ten minutes in the toilet trying to empty and dry her body.
She returned to a pair of men that had sat in gobsmacked silence, looking at an unconcerned Alf who sat licking himself and totally ignored us all, especially Ann.
Sam asked Ann if she was “OK”, but her face said it all, this was something she would be doing again. I smiled and said the other one is the one I expected to be the randy one, she laughed and said, “bring it on, that was fantastic”
Sam was out of the door with Alf before she could explain it was a Joke. I laughed at her shocked face, as the huge shaggy black shape of Pedro bounced in to greet us. Ann began to say she was joking but saw the expectation on Sam`s face looked at me and shrugged, then began removing her skirt and assumed the position once again. That dog took no inviting, his huge tongue lapped at her well used sex but not for long he was up, and his tool went direct to the target, in seconds he was banging away Ann sqarking about his size and that she was scared of his knot splitting her in two. Sam tried valiantly to move the great black b**st, but the dog was so intent on what he was doing, his grip was so fierce that there was little we could do. The dogs speed increased then, there was an obvious slackening off as his Knot engaged, for the second time that evening her womb began to flood, she groaned loudly as the hot fluid splashed into her and the knot attempted to seal her channel she later told us the pain was intense, but the feeling was fantastic. This time he didn’t turn but it took just 15 long minutes before the long prick became a spent force and slipped from her tired body. She collapsed on the floor on her back limp from her exertions’, Sam grabbed Pedro and ushered him out to the kennel, as I kissed my wife and saw that she was not injured.
She gasped she was OK so I kissed her again then rolled onto her, sliding my rigid prick into her gaping wet slit, the feeling was intense, hot and slippery for me, I doubt she felt me in place Sam reappeared as I climaxed into her well used body. I slid from the sloppy slot, then rolled away to find Sam quickly taking my place, his trip to the kennel not having cooled his eagerness, his hips bouncing on her pelvis in quick time, with a gasp he added to her filling, then rolled off, laying on her other flank. Ann prodded me and asked for a towel with which to stem the flow, which I quickly fetched from our bathroom. I then had to help her to the bathroom, so she could drain herself and clean up.
Sam made tea, and we sat sipping it as she returned on rubber legs, her only comment was that “neither of those dogs is going to Essex that is a certainty!” We were soon to bed exhausted.
Sunday dawned, Sam`s last day, we took the two dogs for a long walk along the canal-bank after breakfast, Ann said “she felt bandy legged” but Sam ever the gent said “it didn`t notice!” the two dogs ignored the local sheep as if it was below the dignity of such fine a****ls to even notice lowly sheep, the final test had been passed.
We contacted Tim when we returned to the homestead, much to his amazement Sam had Alf and we offered a home to Pedro, saying “Ann had fallen in love with his big brown eyes.” To that he laughed out loud and said, “is that all!”
Sam left with Ann next morning as she went to her work where her assistant greeted her asking if she had had a good week off for her birthday She laughed and told him she had had a friend staying all week, he jokingly remarked that that must have stifled her sex life. Little did he know!
Well the days rolled by, Sam`s house sold, and I fetched him and his belongings with the faithful pony trailer, we finished off the other Kennels and took in a number of other dogs all on their way either to new homes where people were not quite ready for them or as overflow to Tim`s place, one run we used for both Pedro and Alf who had become fine pals.
Sam found himself a job, nothing special, as jobs go but working at a builder’s yard as store-man, regular if unspectacular Monday till Friday with alternate Saturday morning`s. Sex yes there was a fair amount, Ann saw to that, nothing exceptional happened, (well exceptional in the homestead,) till my birthday weekend.
Both dogs had been used by Ann occasionally and the whip had not been unknown each week on one or more of us but for the homestead as I said nothing really exceptional.
I wrote my menu, I let my evil mucky mind free when I did so, carefully saving myself from too much pain. It was Ann and Sam then adding a couple of odd, what she termed, tiny tweaks then confis**ted it till the day, which had me worrying.
When It appeared at breakfast that day It read; Start 0900, Saturday finish by 4 pm the day to include the insects, [Ann`s influence here] suspension for a period, being taken by Sam [this had only happened once before, and I was curious to see if my inhibitions had now left] wax, clips, needles and a golden shower in any order
They had added; to be had by Ann, and ; then the single word `Alf`.
The last line read that we were to then go out for a meal if I could still walk, and that sent shivers down my spine.
I figured that since they had let me free on their bodies it was only fair that I did the same for them; anyway, I was ready as they had been for 9, on this grey Saturday.
Ann appeared dressed in her leather get up and I was soon suspended from the hoist by my wrists, in the same way that Sam had been, my genitalia suffered the hot waxing which made me holler a bit as they used two candles simultaneously, then came a needle through my areola, which Ann took her good time sliding through my flesh to achieve the maximum pain, perhaps my threshold is lower, or perhaps I am more sensitive, or she is just that bit more sadistic but I fainted twice before they left me with a small weight hung on the needle and went off for coffee.
The wax having well gone cold, they returned to me after a good time had passed, Ann ripping the needle out in one swift pull. They added pegs to my already pain racked body then slashed at my cold waxed tool “to clean it away” this was followed by sport with the riding crop seeing who could remove each single peg in turn with a single blow. I do believe Sam won, but I was in such pain I am still not sure.
With Vaseline smeared round my neck I was taken down [Ann`s idea to save the little sods climbing onto face and hair] and then my gag fitted before outside we trouped.
I was then secured to the post and told to sit whenever I was ready, which reluctantly I did, the black hoard swarmed onto my legs which Sam helpfully forced open as far as they would reach scr****g jam on odd places to attract the little shits.
The feeling was incredible, my whole body itching as they wandered over my ball`s, my prick, belly and chest, they seemed keen on my nipple attracted to the tiny bloodspots from the needle. My prick was as rigid as I can ever remember; some stung me especially whenever I forgot myself and moved to shake them away.
On the veranda Ann and Sam sitting the whole time smiling and passing remarks about the Vaseline being the answer, while drinking coffee by the mug-full. I have no idea how long we were out there, but I was mighty relived when they released me swept me down, and led me inside.
My whole body now a mass of red blotches and as sensitive as it could be, my mouth dry I asked for a drink and promptly found myself secured to the slab we had come to call the altar. The marble struck cold as Ann straddling my face and Sam aimed his stream into my mouth, they both shouted for me to swallow it. I did what I could, but a lot washed over me to their displeasure.
Released again I was made to follow them into the sitting room where I was told to kneel on all fours on the rug and hooded in our black silk hood, KY was smeared on my puckered near virgin ring piece and I felt Sam`s stiff prick slowly and gently enter me, egged on by Ann, we collapsed forward onto the rug and he soon had a rapid stroke going as he seemed intent on pushing his bell-end out of my mouth,
Ann unbeknown to me went off and fetched Alf as well as her new toy, a dildo 8 “of solid strap on rubber with a short extension for her own sex
She was quick to remove her clothes and fitted the harness then tapped Sam who quickly withdrew, somewhat to my displeasure now, as to my surprise I had began to quite enjoy the sensation. Telling me, still in my hood to return to all fours, Sam greased the dildo The cold strike as it was roughly forced into my back passage was a shock and the pain as it entered me was terrific.
Sam`s cock was now presented to my lips, under the edge of the hood, it tasted of KY and had a flavour that could well have come from my backside, but I was so far in the zone it just did not matter. Alternately the rubber cock forced me towards the kneeling Sam his own prick thrusting into my throat, causing me breathing problems and pushing me back towards the stiff 8” rod now firmly implanted in my bowels, what an incredible effect.
Un be-known to me Ann was fondling Alf`s cock as he stood beside her
Suddenly the phallus slid back and was replaced a pair of doggy legs gripping my body, a slightly smaller red hot stiff cock was guided into my arse and I was spit roast between an eager Alf and Sam who now did not last long splashing hot seed into my throat and adding to my problems of gasping for breath.
Alf however was frenziedly thrusting at me, it was just a fantastic feeling difficult to describe, however I had forgotten his knot.
He slowed as the knot began to force its way into my already stretched cavity that quickly became a “ring of fire”, his seed began to squirt, screaming hot juice deep into my interior, it went on for long seconds in short bursts, the hood came off and Ann realising how painful this was, kissed me whispering that it “would soon be over” and smothering my screams. We both knew there was nothing we could do about the situation until nature released me from that terrible steel stiff prick. For ten long minutes we were tied as one, till his knot slowly shrank and with a plop the sturdy prick slid away, I was suffering from overload both of my senses and my bowels, Ann helped me to the toilet on rubber legs as Sam removed Alf. It was ten after four.
I returned to the sitting room my legs still like rubber and we all had a mug of much needed restorative British tea, before dressing and setting off for the restaurant.
The following day at about 11 we were sitting in the kitchen when we heard the cattle grid rattle, then a motor on the drive and our doorbell rang. This in itself was strange us being so far from the beaten track and it being Sunday anyway no-one had before found their way here. I answered the door and was surprised to see a grey haired very well shaped lady perhaps of Ann`s age or a little more and a thin well-dressed but much older gent who introduced himself as Joe, and proffered his hand. Haltingly He said they had once lived here, that he hoped we didn`t mind the intrusion and that they had felt that they needed to come and see who now lived in the place and what had become of their old home. And that as they say opened a new can of worms.
We now had a weekend till Ann went back to work and Sam to his home to pack up and sort out, plus doing his last few shifts, I, meanwhile, called the dog trust saying that the first two kennels were ready and that weather permitting we would be finishing the other two the next week.
Timothy the local agent for the trust promised us a couple of bales of straw for bedding, some blankets bowls and the like if we could collect it and he had a dog that was causing chaos in his kennel could we take it till the next weekend when it was due to be sent to the big centre in Essex unless a home became available first.
Sam and I set out on the Saturday towing the pony trailer and Dropping Ann to shop in Rye, for the bank and at the market arranging to collect her after dinner.
We arrived at the shelter to be met by Tim; we loaded half a dozen bales, some blankets, a couple of bags and boxes of food, and bowls leads collars and the like, he then led us round his cattery and then the kennel on a grand tour, “It`s the big ones we have a problem with” he said, Alsatians, not as bad but Dane`s, Woolf-hounds and the like are too big for most people., and cross breads ...well”.
We paused at a run where a huge aggressive Mastive, slavered at us aggressively and he shook his head. Hoping against hope he was not going to lumber me with this man eater, he said that “This one we have been lucky with and he is going as a site guard!” to say I was relieved... “otherwise he would have gone to Essex and after a week been put down.”
We moved on and came to a large old Great Dane, Sam fondled his ears and Tim said that” his time is up I am afraid!” I saw Sam`s face change as we moved on and came to a giant Newfoundland, a big boisterous ball of woolly youth, that bowled Tim over as he opened the door to the run, “this boy is the one Peter” Tim said “he`s just too much of a handful but a more loving soul you will never meet his name is ` ‘Pedro’ the kennel maid calls him Pedro the poker!” Adding I had better warn the wife!
Sam unloaded the food and reloaded it into the boot of the car and we loaded Pedro with the hay bales in the trailer, Sam then asked about the Dane and soon a deal was struck, and we went home with both! Sam taking on the Dane, (named `Alf` by the way) as a trial as a personal pet, if he could keep him with us till he got a place of his own if things worked out.
Ann was waiting, sitting on the seat by the harbour. We got chips from the adjacent copper kettle Chippy and sat with her in the car park behind it eating and allowing her to become friends with Alf while explaining the deal, Sam had done with Tim. Soon finished we set off home, where we introduced `Pedro the Poker` to Ann who immediately fell deeply in love with him, laughing when I told her of Tim`s warning. The kennels soon held the two large dogs, both with straw beds, food water and as snug as bugs in rugs.
We sat after tea and discussed our situation; Ann had now a good apparently solid job, I had the role of house husband and kennel keeper/gardener, though I did a few jobs casually for my neighbour at the farm at busy times, but it was intermittent.
We would soon have another mouth to feed in Sam, he needed a job and preferably locally, he could drive fortunately, and had a forklift licence. He had no motor but that could soon be fixed. He had no real marshland skills, but he was young enough and strong enough to soon learn.
Financially we were in quite a good position Sam was borrowing most of the lump we had from the sale of the old house, our homestead having cost much below what the house had sold for. Sam would be in the same position once he had sold; though he needed somewhere to live permanently but there would be no rush.
Sexually we decided to restrict our BDMS to Friday /Saturday sessions, so we would have Sunday for Ann and hopefully Sam to recover before work on Monday. That did not mean we would be celibate on the other days but just not doing the heavier stuff.
Ann ever thoughtful suggested that after my birthday we changed things round, and on birthdays the birthday boy or girl could choose the menu and be the giver, rather than the receiver as now, I suggested as of now but they both said a firm “NO” and that I was not wriggling out that way!
Ann reminded me my birthday was just a two months away and before Sam left we should make a menu, and if he couldn`t get back for the actual date we would wait for him to get down to which we all agreed.
Ann then suggested this was no way to waste a Saturday night and Sam said he wondered if we would mind if we had Alf in for a while, as on Monday he would have to leave the old dog for a while and he wanted to get to know him a bit.
We did not object, so Sam fetched the old dog, who glad of human company promptly curled up in front of the fire as if he owned the hearthrug sharing it with Sam.
Ann, on the sofa then said she wanted some “action” and began to caress Sam`s neck, he was not long to begin to react sliding his hand up her leg, and under her skirt, she leant back with a sigh as I kissed her and began m*****ing her breasts. Something in the air must have disturbed Alf as with a little “wuff” he raised himself and sniffed the air, then upped and pushed Sam to one-side and shoved his nose under Ann`s skirt.
Sam said “wow!” and Ann reacted by quickly lifting her skirt, so we could all see Alf`s nose sniffing at the crotch of her pretty blue panties. Ann looked at me as if to ask my permission, I just shrugged though I really appreciated the question.
She stood, and Sam held the dog as my wife quickly stripped off her skirt and panties then knelt on all fours on the carpet. The dogs tongue started on her slit with a will Sam releasing him, so he could do as he wished. His prick was soon poking out of its sheath, red-purple it hung twix Alf`s legs, like a good size sausage, he was soon jumping on her back, stabbing at her sex with a will Sam guided his now rigid tool into the now very wet slit; she let out a low groan of deep contentment, then began to give what I can only call a commentary, “it`s red hot and like a poker a sharp poker, thrusting into me”, she said, as the dog gripped her upper body, ”god its good”, she gasped Alf jabbing at her scrabbling to get a better purchase, his back end now pistoning back and forth like a fiddlers elbow. Suddenly he paused, then Ann began to groan that” his knot was swelling and that she had never been so full.” Her voice raised to a near scream saying that he was “filling her with boiling seed, never had she had so much or such hot filling into her body or anything so gigantic filling her.”
Alf meanwhile slid his front from her back then slipped his left leg up over her rump so that he ended `butt to butt` with his near distraught bitch.
Nature took twenty long minutes to release the locked pair, his cock finally slipping with a plop from her sex, which then began to dribble doggy goo by the cup-full. I have seen my wife in a state of collapse from sex before but never so well filled as this. She spent the next ten minutes in the toilet trying to empty and dry her body.
She returned to a pair of men that had sat in gobsmacked silence, looking at an unconcerned Alf who sat licking himself and totally ignored us all, especially Ann.
Sam asked Ann if she was “OK”, but her face said it all, this was something she would be doing again. I smiled and said the other one is the one I expected to be the randy one, she laughed and said, “bring it on, that was fantastic”
Sam was out of the door with Alf before she could explain it was a Joke. I laughed at her shocked face, as the huge shaggy black shape of Pedro bounced in to greet us. Ann began to say she was joking but saw the expectation on Sam`s face looked at me and shrugged, then began removing her skirt and assumed the position once again. That dog took no inviting, his huge tongue lapped at her well used sex but not for long he was up, and his tool went direct to the target, in seconds he was banging away Ann sqarking about his size and that she was scared of his knot splitting her in two. Sam tried valiantly to move the great black b**st, but the dog was so intent on what he was doing, his grip was so fierce that there was little we could do. The dogs speed increased then, there was an obvious slackening off as his Knot engaged, for the second time that evening her womb began to flood, she groaned loudly as the hot fluid splashed into her and the knot attempted to seal her channel she later told us the pain was intense, but the feeling was fantastic. This time he didn’t turn but it took just 15 long minutes before the long prick became a spent force and slipped from her tired body. She collapsed on the floor on her back limp from her exertions’, Sam grabbed Pedro and ushered him out to the kennel, as I kissed my wife and saw that she was not injured.
She gasped she was OK so I kissed her again then rolled onto her, sliding my rigid prick into her gaping wet slit, the feeling was intense, hot and slippery for me, I doubt she felt me in place Sam reappeared as I climaxed into her well used body. I slid from the sloppy slot, then rolled away to find Sam quickly taking my place, his trip to the kennel not having cooled his eagerness, his hips bouncing on her pelvis in quick time, with a gasp he added to her filling, then rolled off, laying on her other flank. Ann prodded me and asked for a towel with which to stem the flow, which I quickly fetched from our bathroom. I then had to help her to the bathroom, so she could drain herself and clean up.
Sam made tea, and we sat sipping it as she returned on rubber legs, her only comment was that “neither of those dogs is going to Essex that is a certainty!” We were soon to bed exhausted.
Sunday dawned, Sam`s last day, we took the two dogs for a long walk along the canal-bank after breakfast, Ann said “she felt bandy legged” but Sam ever the gent said “it didn`t notice!” the two dogs ignored the local sheep as if it was below the dignity of such fine a****ls to even notice lowly sheep, the final test had been passed.
We contacted Tim when we returned to the homestead, much to his amazement Sam had Alf and we offered a home to Pedro, saying “Ann had fallen in love with his big brown eyes.” To that he laughed out loud and said, “is that all!”
Sam left with Ann next morning as she went to her work where her assistant greeted her asking if she had had a good week off for her birthday She laughed and told him she had had a friend staying all week, he jokingly remarked that that must have stifled her sex life. Little did he know!
Well the days rolled by, Sam`s house sold, and I fetched him and his belongings with the faithful pony trailer, we finished off the other Kennels and took in a number of other dogs all on their way either to new homes where people were not quite ready for them or as overflow to Tim`s place, one run we used for both Pedro and Alf who had become fine pals.
Sam found himself a job, nothing special, as jobs go but working at a builder’s yard as store-man, regular if unspectacular Monday till Friday with alternate Saturday morning`s. Sex yes there was a fair amount, Ann saw to that, nothing exceptional happened, (well exceptional in the homestead,) till my birthday weekend.
Both dogs had been used by Ann occasionally and the whip had not been unknown each week on one or more of us but for the homestead as I said nothing really exceptional.
I wrote my menu, I let my evil mucky mind free when I did so, carefully saving myself from too much pain. It was Ann and Sam then adding a couple of odd, what she termed, tiny tweaks then confis**ted it till the day, which had me worrying.
When It appeared at breakfast that day It read; Start 0900, Saturday finish by 4 pm the day to include the insects, [Ann`s influence here] suspension for a period, being taken by Sam [this had only happened once before, and I was curious to see if my inhibitions had now left] wax, clips, needles and a golden shower in any order
They had added; to be had by Ann, and ; then the single word `Alf`.
The last line read that we were to then go out for a meal if I could still walk, and that sent shivers down my spine.
I figured that since they had let me free on their bodies it was only fair that I did the same for them; anyway, I was ready as they had been for 9, on this grey Saturday.
Ann appeared dressed in her leather get up and I was soon suspended from the hoist by my wrists, in the same way that Sam had been, my genitalia suffered the hot waxing which made me holler a bit as they used two candles simultaneously, then came a needle through my areola, which Ann took her good time sliding through my flesh to achieve the maximum pain, perhaps my threshold is lower, or perhaps I am more sensitive, or she is just that bit more sadistic but I fainted twice before they left me with a small weight hung on the needle and went off for coffee.
The wax having well gone cold, they returned to me after a good time had passed, Ann ripping the needle out in one swift pull. They added pegs to my already pain racked body then slashed at my cold waxed tool “to clean it away” this was followed by sport with the riding crop seeing who could remove each single peg in turn with a single blow. I do believe Sam won, but I was in such pain I am still not sure.
With Vaseline smeared round my neck I was taken down [Ann`s idea to save the little sods climbing onto face and hair] and then my gag fitted before outside we trouped.
I was then secured to the post and told to sit whenever I was ready, which reluctantly I did, the black hoard swarmed onto my legs which Sam helpfully forced open as far as they would reach scr****g jam on odd places to attract the little shits.
The feeling was incredible, my whole body itching as they wandered over my ball`s, my prick, belly and chest, they seemed keen on my nipple attracted to the tiny bloodspots from the needle. My prick was as rigid as I can ever remember; some stung me especially whenever I forgot myself and moved to shake them away.
On the veranda Ann and Sam sitting the whole time smiling and passing remarks about the Vaseline being the answer, while drinking coffee by the mug-full. I have no idea how long we were out there, but I was mighty relived when they released me swept me down, and led me inside.
My whole body now a mass of red blotches and as sensitive as it could be, my mouth dry I asked for a drink and promptly found myself secured to the slab we had come to call the altar. The marble struck cold as Ann straddling my face and Sam aimed his stream into my mouth, they both shouted for me to swallow it. I did what I could, but a lot washed over me to their displeasure.
Released again I was made to follow them into the sitting room where I was told to kneel on all fours on the rug and hooded in our black silk hood, KY was smeared on my puckered near virgin ring piece and I felt Sam`s stiff prick slowly and gently enter me, egged on by Ann, we collapsed forward onto the rug and he soon had a rapid stroke going as he seemed intent on pushing his bell-end out of my mouth,
Ann unbeknown to me went off and fetched Alf as well as her new toy, a dildo 8 “of solid strap on rubber with a short extension for her own sex
She was quick to remove her clothes and fitted the harness then tapped Sam who quickly withdrew, somewhat to my displeasure now, as to my surprise I had began to quite enjoy the sensation. Telling me, still in my hood to return to all fours, Sam greased the dildo The cold strike as it was roughly forced into my back passage was a shock and the pain as it entered me was terrific.
Sam`s cock was now presented to my lips, under the edge of the hood, it tasted of KY and had a flavour that could well have come from my backside, but I was so far in the zone it just did not matter. Alternately the rubber cock forced me towards the kneeling Sam his own prick thrusting into my throat, causing me breathing problems and pushing me back towards the stiff 8” rod now firmly implanted in my bowels, what an incredible effect.
Un be-known to me Ann was fondling Alf`s cock as he stood beside her
Suddenly the phallus slid back and was replaced a pair of doggy legs gripping my body, a slightly smaller red hot stiff cock was guided into my arse and I was spit roast between an eager Alf and Sam who now did not last long splashing hot seed into my throat and adding to my problems of gasping for breath.
Alf however was frenziedly thrusting at me, it was just a fantastic feeling difficult to describe, however I had forgotten his knot.
He slowed as the knot began to force its way into my already stretched cavity that quickly became a “ring of fire”, his seed began to squirt, screaming hot juice deep into my interior, it went on for long seconds in short bursts, the hood came off and Ann realising how painful this was, kissed me whispering that it “would soon be over” and smothering my screams. We both knew there was nothing we could do about the situation until nature released me from that terrible steel stiff prick. For ten long minutes we were tied as one, till his knot slowly shrank and with a plop the sturdy prick slid away, I was suffering from overload both of my senses and my bowels, Ann helped me to the toilet on rubber legs as Sam removed Alf. It was ten after four.
I returned to the sitting room my legs still like rubber and we all had a mug of much needed restorative British tea, before dressing and setting off for the restaurant.
The following day at about 11 we were sitting in the kitchen when we heard the cattle grid rattle, then a motor on the drive and our doorbell rang. This in itself was strange us being so far from the beaten track and it being Sunday anyway no-one had before found their way here. I answered the door and was surprised to see a grey haired very well shaped lady perhaps of Ann`s age or a little more and a thin well-dressed but much older gent who introduced himself as Joe, and proffered his hand. Haltingly He said they had once lived here, that he hoped we didn`t mind the intrusion and that they had felt that they needed to come and see who now lived in the place and what had become of their old home. And that as they say opened a new can of worms.
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