He stops still when he sees you. “Enchanting,” he says and bows
deeply. He steps toward you. “Pretty puss, have you done as I
asked?” He slips his cane in the folds of your cloak. You
unfasten the hooks of the cloak and open it. He gazes at you and
smiles. You feel your nipples begin to harden. He licks his
finger and traces the red lines around each one.

“Take off your mask,” he says. When you do so he smiles again.
“Ah, clever puss!” he says. He takes a mask from his pocket and
puts it on you. It has no eyeholes but pads instead. He takes
your hand and leads you out into the street. You wonder if your
unfastened cloak might fall open and feel a tingle of excitement.

“Step up,” he says as you reach the curb and you realize you are
entering a carriage. What else, you think. Tonight will be a
real adventure.

You have always known that the blind have their other senses
heightened. You are surprised by how much this is the case with
you so soon. You hear each sound quite clearly and distinctly:
the horses hooves, the creaks of the carriage, people talking,
insects buzzing. As the sun goes down you sense the expansion of
space as sounds seem to carry farther. You know exactly where
your lover is on the seat across from you. Is that by his body
heat? Or maybe the reflection of sounds? Or some sixth sense?
Your hands press against the cool yielding strength of the
leather seat as your body enjoys the warm caress of the long
cloak.

Now you realize that the street sounds are gone. “We are leaving
the city,” you say.

“Yes,” he replies. “I have invited a few friends to my estate
for an,” he pauses, “intimate gathering.”

He comes and sits beside you and cradles you in his arms. You
turn your head to kiss him but he places a finger on your cheek.
“No, pretty puss, we must not mar your artful face.” He draws
your cloak apart and begins to caress your thighs very lightly.
You relax and let yourself open to his hand. He begins to trace
small circles and designs on your tummy. He tests your wetness.

“So quick!” he says. He probes you deeply, gently but with a
strength which will not be denied. Your face goes lax and your
mouth opens slightly. You sigh.

You reach out and feel his hardness through his velvet crotch. He
removes your hand, kisses it, and whispers, “Later you will feel
it.” He returns his attention to your thighs and sex. You don’t
know what to do with your hands. He will not allow you to do
anything. You rest them on the leather seat. He makes a game of
seeing how far down your thighs he can draw your wetness. By now
your knees are far apart. You feel warm and flushed and enjoy
the coolness on your legs as your fluids evaporate.

Since you must be passive you sink down into the leather and his
arms and allow yourself to drift into a dreamlike reverie. You
are vaguely aware that he is toying with you, increasing your
arousal, then letting it subside. Your body feels warm and
heavy. It seems like every peak is a little higher than the one
before. You wish he would increase the tempo but at the same
time it doesn’t matter. What a whore I am! you think, here in
the middle of nowhere with my legs spread wide enough to take in
an army. Your throat feels dry.

“Enter me,” you say in a hoarse whisper.

The carriage slows and turns. “We are here,” he announces. He
bends you forward and fastens a wide leather collar around your
neck.

He fastens your cloak and leads you into the mansion. You feel
a little dizzy and disoriented.

“Your guests have arrived, sir.”

“Thank you Mathilde. No, she will keep her cloak on for now.”

He leads you into a large room. “Hello, Johnny!” several voices
call out. “Hi, Johnny,” a short man’s voice says nearby.

“Your friend is quite lovely, and such a becoming flush! You
will introduce us later.”

“Of course, Count,” he replies. They begin to chat. You hold
onto your lover’s arm and begin to wonder how much you can tell
about the room and the guests. There is a feeling of space in
the room and you can identify one other group of guests talking.

It seems to be two men, one quite young, and a woman with a
gravelly voice.

Your lover turns slightly. “Thank you, Mathilde. Everyone,
dinner is ready. If you will please take your seats.” He leads
you to a chair and says, “Mathilde will feed you.”

By now you are feeling left out of things. You reach out and
find your lover’s hand. “Can’t I take this off now?” you ask.

“Be patient, my dear, all in good time.”

“But….”

He places a finger over your lips. “Wait until I introduce you,”
he says.

Next you feel a spoon at your mouth. “Open up,” says a strange
female voice on your right. Mathilde. She has an accent.

“Are you from the West Indies?” you ask her.

Soup spills on your chin. She wipes it off and returns the spoon
to your lips.

You open your mouth and take the soup. Again you do not know
what to do with your hands. You put your left hand on your
lover’s knee. He squeezes it and places it in your lap. A
distressing feeling of helplessness comes over you. You feel
like tearing away from the table and running away, but where
would you go? Johnny is talking with someone else. You wonder
if you are going to cry.

Mathilde pats your forearm. “It’s all right, dear. Don’t
worry. Here is a nice big shrimp. Open up.” You take the
shrimp and begin to chew. You start to feel better. Johnny
squeezes your left hand. Then he caresses your cheek.

You calm down and eat dinner. You notice that there are five
people talking, but that they are spaced out around the table.
The scrape of utensils on the plates sometimes comes between the
speakers. There are four more silent people at the table! Are
they all blindfolded like me? you ask yourself.
Johnny stands. “Before dessert allow me to introduce our guest
of honor.” He takes your hand. “Please stand, my dear.” Polite
applause around the table.
“Come with me.” He leads you to the center of the room. He
unhooks the front of your cloak. You begin to feel quite giddy.
He grasps your wrists firmly and deliberately raises them high
above your head. The front of the cloak opens. A murmur of
appreciation fills the room. For a moment you imagine an
auditorium of people admiring your naked form. You flush. Your
lover has let go of your wrists but your arms stay raised. You
cannot move, but you wouldn’t if you could. You feel helpless
and wanton at the same time.
He reaches behind you and pulls the cloak more open on the left
side, fully revealing your breast. More murmurs. “Perfect,”
someone says. He begins to tease the nipple, to pull it and
twist it. It hardens. Then he does the same with your right
breast. People are talking, someone chuckles. Your lover cups
your mound and kisses you. Applause.
“It would please me if you would stay as you are for a while,”
he says. “Do you consent?”
You manage to nod your head.
You nod again.
“Say it. Do you consent?”
You lick your lips and swallow. “Yes,” you whisper.
He fastens two wide leather cuffs to your upraised wrists. They
seem to be connected by a chain which he fastens to something
hanging from the ceiling. You are pulled upwards until your
heels leave the ground, then let back down until some of your
weight is on your feet.
“Please. Come and inspect her perfect beauty.”
How did this happen? you ask yourself. Here I am dangling
blindfolded from the ceiling in a strange house before a bunch of
strangers who are about to inspect my body! My mother didn’t
raise me for this. The funny thing is, I don’t feel helpless now,
I don’t even feel afraid. Well, just a little. What I feel is
excitement! What a whore I am!
You feel the presence of people around you. The Count says,
“Look at those beautifully formed breasts. How prettily they jut
out when she hangs.” Someone weighs your right breast in his
hand. Another hand strokes the outside of your left thigh. Hands
begin to rub your whole body.
“Let me look at this cunt,” says the woman with the gravelly
voice. Two thumbs pull your lips apart to reveal your clitoris,
then her right thumb probes inside you. “She’s very wet, Johnny.”
Laughter. Your head is ringing.
Someone lifts your robe behind and begins to stroke your
buttocks. He explores your crack and presses his finger against
your anus. “Oh Johnny, you must let me have her ass!” He
presses harder but your sphincter is dry and it hurts a little.
“No,” you murmur. He pushes in. No. You shake your head. No.
He moves his finger in circles inside your ass while other
fingers play with your nipples and stroke your clit and cunt. A
tongue licks your stomach. Please, no. I don’t want to come,
don’t let me enjoy this. No.
“Wait, my friends. You may inspect her, nothing more.” The
hands stop caressing you. The finger remains inside your ass.
“I wonder how many fingers she will take,” says the man behind
you. He reaches around with his free hand and inserts three
fingers inside your vagina.
“Ooh, I bet I can get my whole hand in!” says the woman. As they
slide their fingers in and out of you you become dizzier and
dizzier and let more of your weight hang from your wrists.
The woman, you can tell her by her nails, tries to insert her
finger into your mouth. I’m not a horse, you say to yourself,
and clench your teeth. She pinches your nostrils shut. You hold
your breath until you feel like you will pass out. Tears come to
your eyes. Then you have to gasp. She keeps her grip on your
nose and pulls your jaw open. You no longer resist.
Suddenly all the hands are pulled away. You dangle exhausted.
Then different hands slowly stroke your cheek and hair. They
pull your chin up and someone tenderly kisses you. Your lover!
He licks your lips and then runs his tongue along your teeth. You
open your mouth to suck him in. You move your body towards his.
He continues to kiss you deeply while his hands brush your
hardened nipples. A moan fills your throat from deep in
your chest. He reaches down and presses and strokes around your
clitoris. You are vaguely aware of your body as it begins to jerk
and sway.

“Come, my friends. Mathilde, prepare our guest and bring her to
us.”
You are left alone in the room. You slump exhausted in your
bonds. You are content to hang there and rest. Content. Funny
that I should feel content, you think, but I do.
Mathilde comes and takes you down. She removes your cloak, shoes
and stockings and wipes your body with a cool wet washcloth. She
refastens your wrists behind you and presses a large rubber ball
gag into your mouth. You are past resisting. She ties the gag
behind your head, forcing it a little deeper into your mouth. She
fastens a leash to your collar and leads you down a hallway. She
stops and then removes your blindfold. You blink, your eyes
quickly adjusting to the dark hallway. You are standing before a
large wooden door.
Mathilde, you now see, is a short Black woman of about sixty with
her hair pulled tightly back on her head. She opens the door and
leads you by the leash down a dark winding stone stairway. You
feel awkward with your hands behind you and try not to stumble.
Mathilde keeps a steady pressure on the leash but does not hurry
you too much. Down into the dungeon, you think. Corny but true.
You stop before a massive wooden door with a heavy circle of iron
for a handle. Mathilde slowly pulls it open and leads you
inside. Instead of a dungeon you see a large sitting room dimly
lit by torches on the stone walls. A carpet covers the floor
except for a ten by ten area in front of the fireplace, which has
a small fire in it even though it is summer. The room is cool
from being underground. You see four people seated in chairs on
the perimeter of the open area in front of the fire. Someone is
kneeling beside each of the chairs, except one, to which Mathilde
leads you. Without being told you kneel beside it while she hands
the leash to your lover. He takes it without looking at you.
He is watching the spectacle before the fireplace. A tall skinny
young man with dark features a large nose and a prominent adam’s
apple is standing beside a large wooden X cross. Strapped to the
cross upside down is a young small breasted woman. You cannot
see her face as it is encased in a leather or rubber mask. Her
pussy has been shaved. You can make out red stripes across her
stomach and breasts where she has been whipped or caned. He
reaches out and slaps her crotch. A low moan escapes from the
mask. “This always makes her hot,” he says. He probes her
vagina and she moans again. “Would anyone care to inspect her?”
A figure rises. It is a tall redhaired woman of about fortyfive
or fifty, dressed in a mans suit. You watch with fascination as
she examines the stripes, handles the girl’s breasts, and feels
inside her pussy. That could be me, you think. Fear stabs your
breast. That will be me, someday! You become aware of your
bonds, of the leather collar and cuffs, the leash, the gag. You
shake your head. No one notices. Your lover watches the scene
before him raptly. You hang your head. What have I gotten
myself in for? you think. How did this happen?
Some time passes before a loud pop makes you look up. The skinny
kid has opened a bottle of champagne. He reaches into the girl’s
pussy and extracts two ice cubes. Holding her twat open with one
hand he pours champagne into it. It froths and runs down her
belly. The redhaired woman greedily fastens her lips over the
girls crotch and laps up the liquid; she licks it off the girls
belly and breasts, then looks at the kid expectantly. The young
man looks at your lover, who rises and goes to the girl as the
woman returns to her chair. The young man takes two more ice
cubes out of the girls vagina and pours in more champagne.
You prefer not to watch your lover put his mouth to another
womans pussy and look to your left. A short balding man with
dark hair and a black moustache, probably the count, is sitting
in the next easy chair. Kneeling beside him is another woman
with her head encased in a mask. Her arms have been secured
behind her in some kind of sheath. A rope tied to a ring at
the end of the sheath lifts her arms up toward the ceiling and
forces her head forward and down. The strain must be terrific,
you think, and notice the strain in your jaws from the ball gag.
You clench your teeth against the ball for relief.
You feel a tug on your leash and stand up. Your lover removes
your gag and you work your jaws reflexively. He caresses your
face and looks at you lovingly. So like a little boy, you think.
“You may go if you wish,” he says.
“What will happen to me if I stay?”
“Nothing you do not consent to.”
“And the other,” you cannot say slaves, “the others?”
“Nothing they do not consent to. Will you stay?”
“I’m thirsty,” you reply.
He leads you by your leash to a table with a candelabra in the
center and on which have been laid cheeses, bread, caviar, and
various wines. “What goes well with rubber?” you ask.

He laughs and kisses you. “Oh, pretty puss, you are so lovely!”
He pours you a glass of rose and lets you sip it. You become
aware of your hands cuffed behind you. You sip some more wine.
You rub your body against his velvet suit and nuzzle his ear.
You feel your nipples harden. You whisper, “Take me to the
bedroom and undo me. I know how to please you.” You twist so
you can tug his coat with your hands.
He laughs again. “A tempting offer. Do you want more wine?”
You look at him.
He grins. “Very tempting. Later, perhaps. But you can please
me now. Kneel. Kneel or I shall have you whipped.”
His tone startles you. You kneel before him and look down.
Presently you feel a tug on your leash and look up to see his
manhood limp before your eyes. He grabs your hair and pulls your
face into his crotch. He slaps your buttocks with the end of the
leash.
You take him into your mouth and feel him begin to grow. You feel
awkward without the use of your hands. He strokes your hair and
slaps your behind again with the leash. It stings, nothing more.
No, that’s not so. You begin to feel a warmth in your pussy and
somehow it seems connected with the slaps. His rod is almost
hard now and you pull your head back until just the glans is
inside your mouth. You begin to circle it with your tongue and
he slaps you again. A shock wave travels through you to your
cunt and it contracts. He slips out of your mouth.
“Pay attention cunt!” He rams himself back into your open mouth
as he brings the leash across your buttocks again. This time it
hurts. But you still feel it in your cunt, which contracts
again.
He takes your head with both hands and fucks your face furiously.
You begin to feel dizzy and your eyes start to tear. He slows
down and releases your hair. You alternate sucking with flicking
your tongue from side to side. He rests his hands lightly on
your shoulders.
Your cunt still tingles and you wish he would slap you again.
You take him in as far as you can and nip him with your teeth as
you pull your head back. He digs his fingers into your shoulders
as you circle the glans with your tongue again. You suck hard
and slip your mouth down his shaft.
“Oh Jesus!” He starts jerking back and forth and his hot sperm
shoots into your throat. You feel a tingling in your nipples and
a warmth in your cunt. It is too much for you to swallow and
some of it dribbles from your mouth. You pull your head back and
he shoots into your hair. You swallow again and lick him clean.
He strokes your hair gently.
He looks down at you and grins contentedly. You lick your lips
and smile. He lifts you to your feet and strokes your face. You
gaze into each other’s eyes. He kisses you lightly, turns you
around and unfastens your cuffs from each other. He pulls you
back against him and whispers into your ear, “I need you so
much.”
Again a feeling of contentment fills you. You gaze with
detachment at the scene before the fireplace. A woman with long
dark hair has been suspended by her waist so that she is
horizontal, face down; her arms and legs have been stretched wide
to the side. Something, weights?, hang from her large breasts.
A man is standing between her legs and is unfastening his fly.
“I must see to my guests,” your lover says, and leaves you.

A short time later Mathilde comes and refastens your cuffs behind
your back and reinserts the large ball gag in your mouth. She also
blindfolds you and then clips a leash on your collar and jerking
you to your feet leads you away from the crowd up a long narrow
staircase, taking care not to hurry so much that you would
stumble yet not so slowly as to allow you time to struggle.
She leads you down a hallway and stops before a large ornate
inlaid wooden door with a brass knocker on it. She lifts the
knocker and lets it drop several times. The door opens and
Mathilde leads you in to the room. You still have your blindfold
on and cannot see where you are, although you can feel some heat,
from a fireplace ?. She forces you to kneel down and shortening
your leash attaches it to a ring set in the floor so that you
cannot raise your head more than a few inches off the ground.
You then feel her hands? behind you on your buttocks spreading them
and then you jerk reflexively in pain as she inserts in your anus
a 3″ long wooden butt plug with a short loop on it.
She then fastens a wide strap around your waist, with a buckle
hanging from the front, taking care to make sure the buckle is
in front, it also has a narrow strap hanging down in the rear.
You then feel her spread the lips of your cunt wide apart as she
inserts in your vagina a very long, wide, ribbed dildo with a loop
on it just like the butt plug in your rectum. That done she checks
that both plugs are fully inserted to their ends in you, she draws
the rear strap from the belt between the cheeks of your ass and
threads it through the loop on your butt plug and the loop on the
dildo in your cunt and threading its end thru the buckle hanging from
the belt she draws the strap very tight and buckles it securely in front.
You are now very tightly secured and filled to your limits, with
both butt and cunt plugs and your ass cheeks are clearly divided
by the tight strap which goes between them and the loops on the plugs.

She then release the tension on your leash so you can raise your head
although she does not fully release it and slips over your head a
large leather leather discipline helmet with cutouts only for the
nose. She zips this tight over your head and buckles it tight around
your collar securing its strap with loop to your collar with a tiny
padlock which you can hear click lock shut as she close and locks it.

You then feel her take your leash and drawing it thru the loop on top
of the helmet tightly force your head down towards the floor several
inches lower than before and she ties it to the ring again. The helmet is
also equipped with earplugs so now you cannot only not see or move
but you also cannot hear. You settle back as best you can and await
what fate has in store for you.

Presently you feel hands releasing your leash so you can raise your head
but then you feel straps going behind your knees and down on your calves
and being buckled so that you are forced to remain kneeling with
your hands still fastened behind you. Someone undoes the flaps for your
ears on your helmet and removes the earplugs so that you can hear.

“I have decided to train you, my lovely Annabell, to be a pony girl
a very special pony girl. But before that happens you need some more
preparation and training.”

“Your nipples will need to be pierced as well as possibly your cunt lips”
“I am debating where to put my brand on you, perhaps your inside thigh ?
or maybe your sweet ass ?” “In any event it really doesn’t matter where
since you will be branded.” “Your training will start tomorrow and
you will be instructed by the Countess , who has a lot of experience
in these matters. I’m sure you and she will get along very well together.”

With that he replaces the earplugs and refastens your ear flaps, so that
you once again cannot hear, see or speak. He then rings for Mathilde,
and instructs her to prepare you for shipment to the Countess
estate, where you will start your training. Mathilde , takes your leash and
jerking it leads you out of the room, down a long winding narrow staircase
to a loading dock in the rear of the house, where 2 men are awaiting your
arrival. They very quickly take you and put you in a crate where they tightly
strap you down in a kneeling position and then nail the lid shut. You can feel
the crate being lifted and into the back of the van.

After a journey of what seems like hours, you finally arrive. Someone,
you don’t know who, removes the lid of the crate and lifts you out and forces
you to kneel. Your discipline helmet is removed as are your knee straps, but
not your other gags, cuffs or blindfold. A pair of metal ankle cuffs are
fastened to your feet and a leash is fastened to your collar and you are
rudely jerked to your feet and pulled along, hobbling down a long narrow
hallway stopping before a pair of double doors. The doors open and you are
led inside and forced to your knees. “Ah, Annabell, your master told me to
expect you, stand so I may inspect you.” As you struggle to your feet and
stand there awaiting her inspection, you feel your self growing wet, and
your nipples start to harden. She removes your blindfold and as your eyes
become accoustemed to the light, you see she is holding a short wicked
looking riding crop. She faces you and lightly traces the outline of your
nipples with tip of the crop. Then trailing her nails down your soft
stomach she lightly parts your nether lips and as you jerk in shock
inserts three fingers to the knuckles in you. She then turns you around
and forcing you to bend over, she removes your butt plug and inserts
her finger to its limit up your rectum as well. “Very tight still in both
places I see, and very wet too !” Suddenly you feel a sharp hot pain across
your ass cheeks as she hits you with the short crop as hard as she can.
A weal starts to form almost immediately as you struggle to contain
your moan of pain. “Very good.! You can stand some pain, that should make
training you easier.” She makes you face her again and she takes both your
nipples in her fingers and pinches and twists them both, while you moan
and writhe in pain, all the while she is closely watching your face.
Releasing your nipples, she then orders you to kneel with your forehead
touching the floor and not to move. Seeing resistance is futile you
do as she asks and kneel with your head to the floor in front of her
feet. She then summons to stable lads and says ” We have a new pony
girl to train lads, her name is Annabell, take her away to the stable
and prepare her, she’s all yours for right now.” Taking your leash and
jerking you roughly to your feet you are led out of the room by the two
stable lads. They take you to the stable where you are put into a stall
and your ankle fetters are removed, they then remove the waist strap
and forcing you to bend over they remove the dildo from your cunt , which
while being removed makes a slight popping sound as it finally comes
free of your vagina. Your wrist cuffs are refastened so that your arms
are bound wrist to elbow behind you then your upper arms are strapped
to your body just below your tits so that you cannot move any portion
of your upper body. Your full breasts swing freely.
One of the stable lads runs his fingers lightly over your pussy hair and
as he inserts a couple of fingers in you he says “This will have to go
and right now, but we’re saving the best for last.”
He then fastens the end of your leash to a ring on the wall of the stable
and leaves closing the gate behind him. He returns shortly with another
stable lad and they enter your stall. You see one is carrying a bucket
filled with water and he is holding in his other hand a straight razor.
They proceed to unfasten your leash and make you lie down on your back on
the straw covering the floor of the stall. They then lather your cunt hair
with soap and warning you not to move , shave you until there is not a
trace of your golden blonde pubic hair remaining. He then takes a towel
and dries you off. Jerking you to your feet one of them removes your
ball gag and taking down from a peg in the wall a collection of straps
proceeds to put a bit in your mouth which fastens over your head, under
your chin and along your cheeks and he buckles this very tightly behind
your head. You cannot talk much less hardly move your tounge, about
all you can do is whinny in some protest as they proceed to attach
reins to the bridle. Then forcing you to bend over with your legs wide
apart and spreading your cheeks you jerk in pain as one of them inserts
in your rectum a long,long butt plug terminating in some colorful feather
plummage. This plug has a retaining ring, so you could not force it
out even if you wanted to. You now have a horse’s tail! Tears stream
down your cheeks as you experience this humiliation, but you finally
realize that there is more yet to come.

“Taking ahold of your reins, they lead you past the gate of the stall
and down a short walkway towards another door. As you near the door
you feel the heat coming from inside. You are led inside and realize that
this is the blacksmiths shop. He is working on some horseshoes and is
hammering them into shape on an anvil. He looks up and see you and the
two stable lads and says “Another for piercing eh? Well fasten her over
there..” Indicating a short post arising from a pedestal set in the floor.
They fasten you to it very tightly. Your back is against it and straps
run from in front across your stomach around the post and down to your
ankles. You can’t move an inch. The blacksmith comes over to you and
looking at you grabs your right breast in his hand and squeezes it very hard
and then he grasps your nipple with the thumb and forefinger of his other
hand pulls your nipple tightly and painfully. He then releases your tit
and goes over to the forge and returns with two long thin needle like
rods. He graps your breast again in one hand and squeezing so that his
thumb and forefinger pinch your nipple at its base proceeds to attach a
clamp very tightly to it. He then pulls your nipple foward painfully
stretching it and quickly picking up one of the long needle like rods
pierces your nipple with the rod clean through. You nearly faint with
the pain and moan and struggle in your bonds. But you are so perfectly
held you cannot move even in the slightest. He does the same to your other
nipple and then before the holes have a chance to stop hurting inserts
thru each a shiny steel ring about 3″ in diameter. By the time he finishes
closing each ring thru your nipples your are moaning and writhing in pain
and tears run down your face on your cheeks, as you finally realize that
there are still more humiliations to come.!

The blacksmith says to one of the stable lads “Where did the Countess
say to put the brand on her ?” One of the stable lads say “She said to put
it on her left upper hip.” “Ok.” says the blacksmith. He goes to the forge
and inserts a branding iron into the coals and working the bellows so the
fire becomes more intense waits till the iron is fully heated. He picks it
up and coming over to you and holding your left ass cheek in one hand
very tightly, and holding the iron in his other hand, puts the iron against
your upper left hip , you jerk and writhe and cry out. You’ve never felt such
pain before this! Tears come to your eyes and you start to moan and sob
uncontrollably. You finally realize the iron is no longer being pressed
against your hip and you look down and see that you now have a small brand
on left hip. It is very like a small cursive gothic K.

The stable lads then release you from the post and you almost collapse
at their feet weakly. Jerking you roughly to your feet and pulling
very tightly on your leash they lead you back down between the stalls
and coming to your stall open the gate and pull you inside. They fasten
your leash to a ring in the wall of the stall and shortening it so that you
are forced to remain standing tie it securely. One of them comes over to
you and running his fingers over your brand says “You’re not going to
any trouble training are you ?” He then pulls quite roughly on your nipple
rings at the same time causing you to jerk in pain. He then inserts a
finger in your vagina and remarks to the other stable lad “Didn’t I
tell you she’d be wet down there after the blacksmith got thru with her?”
You realize for the first time, through all the pain and humiliations
that you ARE WET down there and you are growing more and more excited!
With that patting you lightly on your pussy they leave your stall closing
the gate behind them and you hear the click sound of a padlock being
closed. By now it quite late in the afternoon and you are very tired
from all your ordeals. You settle your shoulder against the wall of
the stall and try to get some needed rest.

The doorbell rings once, startling you from your morning
trance. You rise slowly from the table, wondering who it
might be. As you walk from the kitchen to the front door you
think “what a sight I am, hair all mussed, in an old robe
and worn slippers…well the hell with it, whoever it is
they probably don’t look much better than I do.”

Quickly you run your hands through your hair and down the
front of your robe, smoothing out the wrinkles as best you
can. Standing on your tip toes you peek through the security
viewer in the door. You can see the head and shoulders of a
man in a cap and workshirt. He apppears to be in his mid to
late thirties, with sandy blond hair peeking out from around
his cap.

You open the door slightly, and peering around the edge you
say “Yes?”

You can see more of him now…a strong, atheletic, tall man
carrying a toolbox in his right hand.

“You called about your refrigerator?” he says in a deep, but
soft baritone.

You remember your call to the appliance store in town
yesterday, and their promise to send someone to look at your
balky ice maker.

“Yes, I did, come in, please”.

You open the door to let him in, then close it behind him.

“The ice maker…it doesn’t work all the time, and we’re
expecting company this weekend”"

Just inside the door he places his tool box on the flooor
and turns to face you. His deep, hazel/green eyes meet
yours. You stand not moving under his unblinking gaze, and a
tremor of fear, or is it excitement, quivers along your
spine. For what seems an eternity neither of you speaks or
moves. You are riveted in place by his eyes. They seem to
reach out and hold you immobile, like a fawn caught in the
headlights of a speeding car.

He doesn’t move, or speak. His eyes seem to see right into
your soul, and you desperately want to say something to
break the spell…but you can’t find your voice. Something
primal in the depths of your being doesn’t want to move or
speak, something strong and insistent, caged and yearning
for the light pushes its way up through your stomach like a
white fire. You stand unmoving, trembling, half afraid.

You watch helplessly as his hands reach for you. They are
strong, rough hands…a workingman’s hands, but strangely
graceful in their movements.Slowly, one button at a time, he
unbuttons your robe. You feel on the edge of panic, but the
growing white fire in your belly holds you firmly, and
quietly, in place.

He pushes the robe gently off your shoulders, and it falls
silently, forgotten, to the floor.

Your knees are turning to water, and the trembling along
your spine is moving in waves. Gently he places his hands on
your shoulders and turns you around with your back to him.
His hands move softly to your hips, and with one hand on
your stomach backs you toward him, while the other lifts
your teddy over your head.

His hand on your stomach seems to spread the fire upward,
and for a moment you can’t catch your breath. Gently his
hands move upward to caress your erect nipples. and after a
moment, downward across your stomach. By now, your will to
resist is vanished…you are consumed by an animal need so
strong that it’s almost more frightening than this man, this
stranger. As he holds you against his body, you can feel his
nakedness against your back. Between your buttocks you feel
his erect penis pulsing gently, insistently.

He turns you around. For the first time you see his rock
hard body. The muscles of his stomach lie beneath his skin
like a washboard. His belly is covered by fine blond hair.
and his biceps ripple when he moves his arms. His tiny,
erect nipples point their desire at you, and as your nipples
touch his chest you totter on the edge of an orgasm.

In one fluid motion he reaches an arm beneath your buttocks
and another behind your back, and lowers you to the floor.
His hands begin to search every inch of your exposed body,
touching, caressing, fondling. Their rough texture on your
soft skin belies their gentleness. slowly his right hand
finds your clitoris and begins a gentle stroking which sends
waves of sensation coursing into your trembling belly. You
close your eyes, giving yourself over completely to the
sensations, feeling your mushrooming desire.

Your sensations gradually grow in intensity as the rhythm of
his hand on your clitoris grows ever faster. Suddenly he
stops, and you feel him move down toward your mons. He parts
your thighs and with a start of disappointment you feel him
move between them. Before you can open your eyes, you feel
the insistent pressure of his hand replaced by a warm, wet,
raspy sensation around your vagina, which moves slowly
upward toward your hot clitoris. As his wet tongue rasps
gently across it’s inflamed head you feel your belly explode
in orgasm.

As you writhe in helpless rapture his stroking tongue guides
you from peak to peak, until you think there can’t possibly
be any more. But moment after moment he caries you higher
until you believe you’ll die. Finally, you collapse, beyond
sensation, floating on a soft carpet in a warm sea. You lie
exhausted, but yearning for more.

The stroking of his tongue subsides to a warm caress which
adds a gentle pink haze to your dream like state. Then,
gradually you feel his tongue become more insistent, and
once again, and yet again, you explode in ecstasy. Time
after countless time you follow this stranger into
sensations you never imagined possible, and after each he
gives you an eternity of quiet caressing to savor the
journey.

Finally, his tongue abandons your clitoris, and begins a
march across your belly. Nibbling, stroking, sucking, he
moves up to your full breasts. You feel his warm, wet tongue
gently circling your erect and sensitive nipples, first one,
and then the other, as sensation shoots from their tips to
the pit of your stomach. As he moves along your body,
hovering just above it, you feel his penis, erect, inflamed,
pressing into your thighs, and then your stomach, pulsing
gently up and down. You feel his breath panting on your
neck, and the extinguished flame of your desire rises again
from the ashes.

You become aware of the tip of his penis pushing gently at
the entrance to your vagina, as he sucks gently on the skin
of your shoulders. Your hands move along his back, stroking
the hard ribbons of muscle beneath his skin. You feel his
body begin to thrust at your vaginal entrance, and you
sense his need through the insistence of his movements. Your
hands run down his back and grip his iron hard buttocks, and
you pull gently, encouraging his joining with you. As he
feels your hands pulling him firmly toward you, he thrusts
forward, and your well lubricated vagina engulfs his
engorged penis. You both gasp with pleasure at the
penetration.

His penis begins to stroke rhythmically, and with each
pistoning movement he seems to fill you completely. His body
is very strong, and his desire for you is intense, but his
movement is surprisingly gentle. This strong, hard man is
making love to you, and the sudden realization of it brings
on an orgasmic release which is as unexpected as it is
pleasureable. You rock together in a rhythm as old as time,
as waves of pleasure on the physical plane, and joy on the
spiritual plane wash over you both.

As your orgasm subsides into a warm glow, his thrusting
grows more gentle, virtually stoping at times.
Still he moves in and out, almost helplessly. Each gentle
thrust of his hips places his body deep inside yours. The
simple pleasure of being joined rivals the intensity of the
other sensations you have created together. You have no
sense of time, or place, only the joining, the oneness.

You can feel beneath the tightness of his back muscles a
growing need, an insistence, which is as much a part of his
primal being as the white hot fire in your belly is of
yours. You can sense in him a need to climax, to finish the
act, to leave part of himself inside you. You feel this need
building with every pistoning of his massively erect penis,
with every thrust of his hips. You can feel his buttocks
clenching with increasing desperation as he nears his
completion. As you feel this need, you want to join him
fully. His increasingly powerful thrusts are greated with
your own ever more powerful upthrusts as you strive together
to join in this most human of acts. You pound together,
stripped of intellect, reduced to primitive animals,
grunting, panting, sweat intermingling, senseless, inflamed
, and desperately reaching for each other. In a moment his
thrusting becomes beyond his control. You open yourself
totally pressing upward to meet his downward plunges until
he moans, tortured, and begins to stiffen with the
approaching climax. Your own final orgasm grips you at the
moment you feel his completion, and you hold him desperately
with every muscle in your body. His back arches violently,
and between your sweaty thighs, deep in the recesses of your
clutching vagina, you feel him begin to throb.With each
throb in your vagina, you hear him gasp, and you feel his
hot semen pour out of you, running down the crack between
your buttocks. With each thrust it flows around his
pistoning penis and gushes out. A half dozen times he fills
your overflowing vagina, and each time his huge cock forces
it out onto your buttocks. Its scalding wash inflames your
final explosion, and you shudder together in your final
release. In a last moment of conscious thought before you
collapse together you feel a completeness you’ve never
imagined possible before.

After some time, you couldn’t say how long, you feel his
lips brush your cheek. Without a word he stands up, pulls on
his clothes, picks up his tools, and quietly leaves.

For a long time afterward you lie alone on your livingroom
floor, wondering at your lack of remorse, and pleasuring in
the warm afterglo. “We never said a word” you think. And as
you think about it you realize that the silence, the
anonimity, made it alright. “I’m still married, I still have
the kids, I still love my husband…I’m ok.” And you realize
that you’ve gained something precious…a secret memory to
place in that absolutely private place inside, never to be
forgotton, or repeated.

I was heartbroken and tired of having to turn to the palm sisters each
morning so I decided to start looking again for a good woman who could
satisfy my desires and needs.

The new cashier we hired where I work, was a little on the short side
with shoulder length blonde hair, and deep blue eyes with a
mischievious glint in them. Up front she had a pair of 38’s that
looked soft but firm and an ass that was dying to be squeezed.

Sherry was my target and my arrow was getting hard.

During a slow spell in the store we started playing sledgehammer
baseball! We used a beach ball and a sledghammer to play with.
(no, we didn’t have a sports section!) I ended up breaking a decorative
chandolier with a hit to the deep right. Everyone in the game helped
me clean the mess up before all the floor managers came out of their
meeting. Sherry was in front of me as I stood up after picking up the
last piece. She gave me a deep hug and held me, squashing her warm
mammaries into my ribs. I didn’t want to come on too strong, so I let go
but she didn’t. She held me until my neglected appendage came to
life. She must have felt if for she looked up at me and smiled, then
walked away.

She left me standing there with a raging bull of a hard-on.

Ted, a friend of mine from the store was going out with one of the managers
who was also friends with Sherry. The three of them convinced me to
go out with them for a night of partying. At home, I jerked off to get
rid of any pent-up frustrations and also stop me from cumming too quickly
if, by chance I were to get lucky. Then I had a long shower, daydreaming
about the night’s possible scenerios.

Sherry and I got the back seat of the Malibu while we drove around
deciding what to do. Forty-five minutes and three screwdrivers later
we were down by the lake beside a motorhome watching the submarine races.
Ted and Jo-anne hit the beach while Sherry and I snuggled up in the backseat.

She was a hot chick with one thing on her mind, as I was about to find
out. She sucked my tongue as we kissed and grabbed my crotch trying
to pull my dick out of my pants. I removed my pants as she did hers
and I started to go for her fury pussy with my wild thing when she
asked me to fuck her tits first.

While she was sitting up in the backseat, I squeezed her mungous mams
together around my cock and pumped between them while she grabbed my
ass cheeks closer to her body. She tried to look down and see the
action and almost got her mouth stuffed with my now leaking cock head.

She laid on her back now with her head propped by the car as I straddled
her chest and fucked he tits pushing farther and farther up to her
mouth as my target. Seeing my dick head leaking some juice, Sherry
wanted it to stroke into her mouth on the up-stroke of her tit fuck.
Being of sound mind, I gave the woman her wish. This brought me to
the brink of insane pleasure.

I had to stop and cool it down but the hot little chick wanted it in
her mouth. It was now my turn to lay back and get worked on and boy
did she work on me. She wet down the head then sucked it into her
mouth while she kept a firm hand on my root. She whipped her tongue
around and around the head until I thought it would explode. Instead
it went a little numb. This let me enjoy one of the longest and
wettest blowjobs of my life.

She had my pecker buried half way into her head and started the old up
and down bobbing we all love. Ecstasy is the way that I would
describe her sucking. With my right hand, I buried my middle finger
up to the last possible knuckle and started plunging into her dripping
snatch. Her steady sucking turned into a whirl wind blowjob.

Her left hand had a good grip on my dick as her mouth had that steady
suction action that was slowly drawing a trickle of juice from my balls
into her throat. She was jacking her hand up as her sucking mouth came
down. She was getting tired now and couldn’t believe the staying
power I was displaying. Neither could I.

She started a harder, faster and more furious sucking action as her
right hand started kneeding the cum in my balls. Her tongue was
whipping up a froth on my pulsing purple head and I gritted my teeth
as I held off my milky lava.

“I’m going to cum … I’m going to cum”, I blurted. She stopped for a
moment and rested her tongue on my cockhead and looked into my eyes as
I panted. She looked like she wasn’t sure if she should continue.
In an instant, she resumed the fast and furious cock sucking with new
gusto as she made up her mind to finish me off in her mouth.

Enough was enough. I grabbed her head as I arched my body off the
seat and grunted with each sticky blast of cum from my twitching cockhead
into the farthest reaches of her mouth and throat. As I continued to
shoot wads into her mouth, she squeezed my ball sack with her right hand
and milk me with her left hand. She didn’t swallow any of my cum, yet.

Her mouth was savouring the sticky pool of semen that was now collected
in her mouth. Like a mouthwash, she swished it around in her mouth to
relish my cum’s taste. She seemed to enjoy it that way. I didn’t
mind either. She seemed to taste test it like a fine wine. After a
minute of this she was able to speak her first words since I had
filled her mouth with my meat.

“It has a nice salty tang to it with just the right amount of
viscosity. Not too tart and not too bitter. Just the way I like it!”

Jill is a gorgeous 5′6” dirty bonde with medium length hair and a
perfect body. her legs are trim, yet quite toned and her ass was also a
magnificent sight. Jill has a pair of nice supple tits and a sexy belly
button. Let’s put it this way, Jill probably could have hooked up with
anyone she wanted too at BU. It’s a shame such girls are so picky! On
this Thursday afternoon, Jill had just finished her Biology lab and was
headded back to her dorm in the late afternoon cold- must have been 10
degrees. Her roommate, Jenn (another beauty), had already left for the
weekend to go to UCONN, where her boyfriend attends graduate school. Jill
was alone in the room and began to think of Eric and as she did, she felt a
slight tingling sensation between her legs. She turned on the TV and laid
her tired body on her bed to rest from the long day, when the phone rang.

“Hello, Jill said.
“Hey Jill. Randi, Heather and I are going to dinner, you commin’?” said
the voice on the other end. It was Jill’s friend Ellen.
“Jill thought for a second…”You know what, I think I’ll rest here for
now. I’m really tired, I had a long day in bio lab and I still have half a
pizza left from last night. I’ll just heat it up if I get hungry.” she
responded, and hung up. Jill wondered if her declining of the dinner
invitation was due more to the fact that she was tired, or because of the
increasing tingling between her legs. Jill rolled over and turned up the
heat in her cold room- then she fell asleep.

It was close to 6:30 when Jill woke up. It was dark outside and the
room was absolutely burning hot. Jill sat up on her bed and realized that
she was totally sweating. She decided to take a shower and change. As she
removed her clothes, she caught a glimpse of her lucious body in the full
length mirror. Jill stood in front of the mirror admiring her perfect body.
Slowly, her left hnd cupped her breast. Then she slid her right hand
down her belly to the top of her brown pubic hair. She instantly felt
sparks inside of her and reacheed out and locked the door. Standing there
in front of the mirror, Jill gently ran her fingers through her pubic hair.
She was teasing herself because this aching feeling inside her vagina had
begun and it was getting more intense with each passing moment. Jill felt
crotch getting more and more tense with sexual pleasure and she felt a wet
feeling in her cunt. Jill slowly moved her fingertips lower and loer until
she felt herself touching her full outer labia. She gently stroked them
and then pushed them apart to stroke her pink and wet inner lips. Jill
followed them up until her finger was resting on the hood of her clit. She
ever-so-gently tickedled her now growing clit until she felt her cunt cream
dripping down the inside of her left thigh. Jill’s head had tilted back
and her eyes were closed, but she moved to look in the mirror and sure
enough, her pussy was drooling down both inner thighs. She was in total
ecstacy with this feeling. Jill remembered that her best orgasms when
masturbating always came when she was lying on her back, so she stumbled
over to her bed, stopping on the way for her favorite vibrating dildo and
her roommate’s pillows.

Jill placed the pillows on her bed and lay down on her back, spread
eagled, totaly nude. She immediately carressed herself down to her hot,
wet cunt, and entered inside. She gently felt around wih one hand, while
playing with her left breast with the other. The sensations that Jill was
experiencing were unbelieveable. So much pleasure. Her twat was milking
her fingers and her clit was fully erect and begging for stimulation. Jill
obliged and gently frigged herself. As she did, she felt incredible
tension inside her crotch. It was so good. She had never felt such
incredible pleasure before. She was giving herself exactly what she
wanted. Her cunt was lubricating doubble-time and it was all gushing down
her crotch. Jill savored that wonderful sexy feeling of hot wetness beteen
her legs.

Jill’s back arched as she moved her clit in circles with her finger.
She felt the juice from her vagina oozing out and down her ass cheeks and
onto the silky soft pillows under her. She started breating harder and
harder and moving her sensitive clit faster and faster. Jill felt herself
getting closer and closer to an orgasm which was sure to be quite intense.
As she felt herself rising, she arched her pussy even more and began
bucking it into the air against her wickid finger. Sparks shot up Jill’s
spine as she felt herself coming to the brink of orgasm- that
unbelieveable point of incredible pleasure. Her whole body began to shiver
uncontrollably. She could feel her hard clit throbbing and pulsing with
each increasing heart beat. Her crotch was spasming hard and she darted
the fingers of her free hand deep into her cunt to feel the amazing
spasming and to relieve the pleasurable aching feeling that had begun deep
inside. It was unbelievably hot in there. Jill moaned louder and louder
with the inevitable orgasm and suddenly, her supple body tensed incredibly
hard. Jill let out a yelp, she had no control. Her pussy spasmed and she
went rigid with amazing pleasure. She cried out “Oh my god!!! and felt
herself convulsing. She shrieked as the release she felt was the most
incredible feeling she’d ever had. Jill’s orgasm was so intense that her
pussy actually squirted her hot juices out with each spasm. She was
cumming like a volcano! This beauty continued thrusting her fingers up her
twat as her shuddering continued for a good 30 seconds. She moaned over
and over. Jill just lay there for several minutes enjoying her sexiness
and the wet feeling between her legs. Her twat still belched forth its
lubrication and Jill loved feeling it ooze down her crotch.

When her body finally subsided, Jill thought to herself… “Hmmm. that
was nice.” She took a shower and dressed up to go out with her friends.

But that evening was going to be different. The girls had decided, over
dinner that they wanted to go to a male revue bar and watch the dancers.
Jill figured that this might make the girls horny and lead to a little
manage-a-quatre! It had happened before. but was Jill ready? She still
felt a little spent from her amazing mastubation session just 2 hours ago.

I’ve long been fascinated by the idea of group sex. I’ve never tried
it, but it’s part of my fantasies.

I asked a friend who has participated in a number of these scenes and
he said “It’s a bit disappointing. People usually just pair off and
have sex in couples as if they were alone”.

Does group sex ever turn out to involve a lot of people simultaneously
involved with each other? What is the ideal setting for group sex? How
many participants are the ideal number?

Peter

Peter

I’d say not more than 3 or 4.. depending on what you have in mind.
Anymore than that, and things just become too distracting!

Terry

20-May-86 10:32:46

Dear Terry:

3 or 4 … do you think the best would be two males and two females, or
some other configuration? And if 3, should they be two girls and a man
or two men and a girl?

Peter

Peter,

To each his or her own as it were, but 2 couples, 2 male and 2 female
seemed best to me. I also have heard of problems with 3’s, but I think
the ultimate solution is just to have compatible people to begin with.
I’ve had wonderful times with 2 men and a woman, and know of a case
where just the reverse was true.

Terry
: * Peter *

Well … my own experience in a couple of such group occasions has been
that the participants didn’t separate off into couples, but pretty much
kept things going on a group level, i.e., everybody was both giving and
receiving mucho stimulation from everyone else. An important
consideration at these times was that the people involved (two men and
two women, plus yours truly) were on the bisexual end of
heterosexuality, so that when us lasses got all sort of wrapped up in
each other, the men participating felt comfortable with giving each
other a hand (so to speak), instead of just keeping their distance from
each other. On the whole, the experience was wonderful, and, I’d
recommend it for folks who want to have some extra-special fun with
close friends.
B.

23-May-86 09:00:07

Dear Brenda:

I’m delighted to learn that it can be as much fun as I imagine it to
be. I suppose that there has to be at least some element of bisexuality
for it to get much beyond the pairing-off into couples stage, and that
you would have to choose the participants with this in mind.

How did you get the whole thing started? Did it just sort of happen, or
did you plan it in advance?

Huggs … Peter

23-May-86 18:04:31

Peter

Well, these cheery events happened at a couple of conventions. There
wasn’t really planning as such. We *had* planned to meet with each
other at some point during the con, and it all started out as just some
people sitting around digesting a wonderful dinner. Then, with everyone
sprawled out on the bed, limbs entangled and some pleasant
conversation, we all just sort of gradually starting fiddling with each
other’s hair, and tickling necks, and dropping quick sweet pecks on
shoulders and such, and then someone took someone else’s shirt off, and
it sort of got all mushy and sexy from there.

I haven’t been involved in group sex for a little while now, a couple
of years, but even if the opportunity never pops up again (heaven
forfend!) I treasure those hours greatly.

B.

23-May-86 19:07:45

Brenda
Sounds like I should go to more conventions! I bet it wasn’t a computer
business convention!

Huggs … Peter

25-May-86 09:14:40

Peter
You’re right about that. It was a science-fiction con, actually. Those
folks can get a mite wild given the least excuse. I think it’s a
reflection of the interest itself, people have to be quite open-minded
to accept, for a while, the possibile reality of whatever future, past,
or alternate world that is being written about. And I think this
willingness to open one’s self up to ideas other than those one might
have been taught or pressured into believing, spills over into a lot of
other areas of an sf fan’s life. For what it’s worth (whoops, I meant,
“For what it’s worth,”) I know that there are particular hotbeds of
sf fans who first were exposed to, and became comfortable with, the
idea of group sex through the Robert Heinlein book, STRANGER IN A
STRANGE LAND.

B.

25-May-86 14:04:59

Brenda
So science fiction is where you can make your fantasies come true!
Thanks for the reference to the book – I’ll definitely look it up. I
have recently been told about John Norman’s series of books about GOR,
which also combine science fiction with eroticism. I am looking forward
to reading some of those.

Best wishes … * Peter *

25-May-86 20:53:22

as in many areas, three is the magic number.

25-May-86 22:39:1

Dear Harley,

I thought *seven* was the magic number. Three? Listen, m’love…
when a man says *three*, what he means is: two women and one man! I
think that’s a bit selfish and I’m sure you’ll agree!

Now if we could change the makeup of that threesome…..hmmmm.

Hugggs,
Eleanor

25-May-86 23:09:16

So how would you construct a sevensome, (septet?), Eleanor?

By the way, are you aware of the implications of writing Hmmmmmm on
this board?

Higgs …. Peter

26-May-86 19:08:26

Dear Smug Elly-
Actually, I WAS thinking of two men and one women.
It takes 2 men to cope with a woman, you see. they can lend each
other the emotional support that is needed so much when dealing with
you female types.
Peanut Butter huggs
Harley

26-May-86 21:52:29

shade baby blue eyes>

Oh!

Just *emotional* support?

Oreo Hugggs,
Eleanor

Dear Peter,

I’m pretty much unaware of the implications of everything.

A septet? Depends on who wants the septet, I think. If *I* were going
to have a septet, it would have to be six men and me. Does that sound
a bit greedy? Anyway, they would be my age or older (40+) and they
would all madly adore me. And then…..and then…..

Hey Peter. In Tibet they have polyandry! A woman often marries all of
the brothers in a family. Sound great to me. One to earn a good
living; one to do the yard work; one to keep house; one to take care of
the kids; one to run errands; and one to do the bookwork. Wow! *I*
would have to spend those days reading or strolling in the well-kept
garden.

You may not hear from me for a while. I’m checking OAG for flights to
Lhasa!

Huggggs,
Eleanor

Oh Don’t go, Eleanor! If you leave us all seven of us will miss you
terribly!

Huggs..Peter

Gosh Peter!!!!!

You left out one tiny detail —————————->

DETAIL——–> WHICH SEVEN ???????

Hug, hug, hug, hug, hug, hug, hug!
Eleanor

28-May-86 00:16:59

Me, Me, Me, Me, Me, Me and Me

Higgs from all of us …. Peter

28-May-86 15:47:14

Actually, Elly dear, two men are needed so that one can hold the
member of the gentle gender down so the other can do something other
than screw for abit.
with milk, (chocolate, of course)
Harley t/

My experience with ‘groups’ was always with small ones; two girls and
me, or two girls and two guys. Generally sex occurred in pairs with an
occasional real threesome. It would seem to me that for larger real
GROUP sex in every sense of the term, some tendency towards bisexuality
becomes a prerequisite. I guess I haven’t got those tendencies. For me
to have sex with another male even in the room, I have to know him
pretty well!
w.w.

Dear William

I agree. I’d have a problem in having to deal with other males in a
group sex situation. Perhaps my group sex fantasies are really harem
fantasies – other men just don’t come into them!

Peter

oooh! oooh! oooh! oooh! oooh! oooh! oooh!

Gosh, Peter. I didn’t know you did windows, too!

Hugggs X 7 !
Eleanor

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Hugggs,
Eleanor

ROGER

CONTACT WITH THE OTHER MEN WAS LIMITED IN MOST INSTANCES TO NON-SEXUAL
MASSAGE THE FEMALES INVOLVED WERE ADEQUATE TO DEAL WITH THE SEXUAL ASPECTS

I knew only that the pool mans name was Mike. His skin was bronzed by
the sun, his hair was shoulder length and pulled back into a ponytail.
It was the blackest of black that I had ever seen. He was built well,
his arms and legs were muscular and looked very powerful. The tight
tan shorts he wore framed a rounded, tight ass, and a bulge up front
that made me stir as I watched him lift and carry his supplies to the
side of the house.

He usually made it to our house on Mondays and Wednesdays. I was never
at home when he was here, so I’d never had an introduction.. Gary had
asked him to come on Friday this week because we were hosting a
business function in our home the next day, and would be entertaining
poolside.

I wanted to get a closer look at him, he was very arousing to me. I
decided the best way to get closer was to go on down to the pool and
take in some sun. I went to my armoire to retrieve my bikini. As I
was tying the top around my back, I tried to imagine what he would be
thinking when he saw me in the tiny suit. After I was suited up, I
went to my mirror to make adjustments for the maximum
benefit…visibility! My image was highlighted by the subtle shadows
of my nipples and my pubic hair that the white bikini would allow to
show through.

My breasts are c-cup, and very high on my chest. The straps of the
bikini pulled them even higher and made them even more full, my
cleavage was exposed and looked very provocative. I wondered outloud,
“why have I always been so intrigued with my cleavage,” as I turned
sideways to see my flattened belly and rounded ass. They composed
perfection against my strong, toned legs and thighs. I adjusted the
thong that ran down the center of my ass so that it was strategically
placed in the center of my vagina. The thong skillfully spread my
vaginal lips exposing their pinkness. My blonde pubic hair that was
exposed was beginning to glisten with the moistness that had begun to
seep from deep within me.

I wasn’t really interested in having sex with Mike, I just wanted to
watch him look at my body. I wanted to see him get a rise in those
tight little shorts as he took in my desirability. I liked it when I
could dress seductively inducing men to admire my physique. I enjoyed
wondering what they were thinking while they looked at me, fantasizing
about what they would do to me if they had the chance.

I descended the staircase and walked towards the sliding glass doors
that lead to the pool. The marbled floor was frigidly cold and it
brought my nipples to full attention. As I felt them become firm, I
said aloud, “More for Mike to enjoy!” With that, I slid the door open
and stepped out into the open. The noise of the door opening prompted
Mike to look around for the source. His eyes caught mine as I
gracefully continued my walk around the pool to the lounges.

“Hello Mike, I don’t believe that we have had the pleasure of a formal
introduction, I’m Heather, Gary’s wife.” I extended my hand as he was
visibly shaken by my appearance. “Hello, I’m glad to meet you, Gary
has spoken of you before but I never imagined that you would be quite
so beautiful.” Mike was looking deep into my eyes, and I felt the
energy begin to build between us. His grip on my hand was strong as I
asked if it would bother him if I sunned myself while he worked. “I
hope that it’s not an inconvenience for me to be down here while you
are cleaning the pool, I don’t want to be in the way, so I’ll just lie
quietly so as to not to disturb you.” “It’s no problem at all Heather,
I’m sure that I would enjoy your company.” His hand left mine as I
turned to go to the nearest lounge. I felt his eyes watching me walk,
so I put a subtle emphasis on the sway of my hips.

I made my way to the lounge that was the closest to him. I wanted to
have a good view of Mike, while allowing him to easily see me laying
out. I sat on the lounge with my feet still on the ground, I felt the
excitement begin to rush through my body. I decided to go all the way
with this whole thing, so I put my hands behind my back to pull loose
the strings of my bikini. I looked up at him as my top slid down to my
belly exposing my bare breasts. He was watching me, his eyes alive
with pleasure. I let my lips form a soft smile as I returned his
steady gaze. He quickly went back to his work.

I laid down on the lounger slipping my bikini bottoms off as I did. My
soft blonde pubic hair shimmered in the sunlight, as I felt the warmth
of the rays caress my entire body. Mike was still busily focusing his
attention on the work before him, I knew that he wanted to look at me,
and I gave him every available opportunity to do exactly that. “Mike,
I hate to ask you such a overtly stupid question, but will you please
hand me that bottle of oil beside the diving board?” He turned towards
me, and I watched him glorify in the vision of my bare pussy and
breasts. “Sure, I think that I can handle that!” Our gaze on each
other was firm as he turned towards the diving board. I watched his
ass as it swayed slightly with each pace he took and I felt myself
become very aroused. My nipples became rigidly hard as he approached
me with the bottle of oil in hand. “Oh thanks, I don’t usually make a
nuisance of myself, but I didn’t figure that you would mind.” Mike
just looked at me with a very sexy grin that encouraged me to start up
a more “interesting” conversation.

I took the oil from his hand and popped the top, “I hope that you don’t
mind me laying out in the nude while you work?” I poised the bottle
directly above my left breast and let it drip down to coat my already
hard nipple, he watched as the oil oozed across the topside of my
breasts. “Well I guess that you could say that I don’t get to enjoy
this kind of company everyday, I am certainly not going to tell you to
put your suit back on.” He reached towards my breasts and began to rub
the oil into my nipple area with moderate pressure. I let my eyes
close as I felt his fingers caress the very tips of my nipple. “I
would like to add more oil to you if you don’t mind, I love the way
your breast looks now, I can only imagine what your cunt looks like
with the oil.” I opened my eyes to find him staring straight at me
waiting for my reply. My eyes involuntarily closed as I handed him the
bottle. What I felt for the next fifteen minutes or so was absolutely
luxurious.

I again watched as he held the bottle above my other breast and let
even more oil run down onto it. He watched as the droplets intersected
with my skin and slid down to my chest. He then squeezed small puddles
of oil onto my belly, legs, and the top of my pussy. I felt the warm
oil run down the inside of my inner thighs and onto my asshole. He
began to massage my breasts and belly with his slickened hands as I
felt my body release my fluid onto my vaginal lips. He talked about
how wonderful my body was and how much he enjoyed touching it. I said
absolutely nothing. He began his decent to my lower body, slowly
rubbing the oil deeper into my skin. I felt his cock getting harder as
it was pressed against the side of my torso. He began moaning slightly
with each stroke of his hands.

I closed my eyes as he let two fingers slide onto the center of my
pussy, I watched him savor the taste of my sweet juices on his fingers
after he had felt that I was very hot. I let him massage the oil onto
my pussy as well as my upper thighs. I kept my eyes closed and
imagined that what it would feel like if his cock were inside of me and
we were making love. His fingers caressed in small circular motions
over my thighs, he would then trace lines up to the opening of my pussy
and massage my clit. My body was moving gently against his hand while
I sighed and moaned in pleasure. I opened my eyes to see him gazing
fondly between my legs, he watched as he increased the pressure on my
pussy. “I don’t think that I have ever seen a more beautiful body than
yours Heather, I want to make love to you.” His statement was almost
in question form. I wondered what he was thinking…he knew Gary was
my husband, and I didn’t know how to reply.

It surprised me when circumstances were set up so that I didn’t have to
reply. I looked up at my bedroom balcony to see Gary standing there in
his swim trunks. He had a very subtle smile on his face that I knew
well. It suddenly donned on me that he had been standing there
watching for quite awhile. “Well Mike, how are you doing on this fine
summer day?. Gary said as he waved to me and began to descend the
staircase leading to the pool. Mike jumped franticly, I’m sure he was
frightful of what might happen next. “Oh Gary…yes, I have finished
with the pool, I guess I’ll be getting on my way now.” Mike was
beginning to move away from my naked body as Gary was coming towards
me. “I don’t think that there is any reason for you to leave now, I
mean, after all, I’m not here to rain on anyones parade…especially my
wife’s!” Mike was dumfounded as he searched endlessly for a reply, it
seemed as if hours had gone by before he finally spoke out. “I take it
to mean that you don’t mind what I was doing?” Gary came closer too
the both of us.

He looked at me and smiled a glorious smile, then turned to Mike,
“Michael, I don’t prohibit any man from enjoying Heather’s body, I
simply like to be there when it comes time for her to be fucked. “You
see Mike, Heather nor I believe in going outside of our marriage for
sexual intercourse, but I believe full well in letting others watch and
participate, to a point, while we do.” Mike seemed quite relieved as
he started back towards Gary and I, “I’m glad to know that, Heather is
a beautiful woman and I would consider it a pleasure if I could see her
get a bang from you!”

Gary reached down and pulled at one of my nipples, I let my head fall
back and arched my back so that he could show Gary how valid his words
were. Gary pulled his trunks off, his cock was already firm with
anticipation. He swung a leg over the chair and me so that his crotch
was right in front of my mouth. I leaned to the side to see Mike
watching closely. I smiled generously at him and returned my focus to
Gary.

I took his cock in my hand and lead it to my mouth. Starting at the
top, I licked all the way to his balls, increasing the pressure as I
went along. Gary’s eyes were closed as he began to push deeper into my
throat. Mike came around to our side so that he could get a better
view of all that what was going on. I was soaking Gary with my saliva
as he plunged deeper into me. He had taught me years earlier that I
have to relax when I performed fellatio, I was quite inexperienced
sexually when we first met. His exact instructions ran over and over
in my mind just as they always did. I always wanted to do everything I
could to please him. I had to curl my tongue to cover as much area of
his dick as I could, and when I felt ready, I should begin the suction
from the deepest possible point of my mouth. I also liked it when he
would pump my mouth just as he would my cunt. He would begin short
strokes, only allowing the tip of his head to enter my mouth, then
pushing deeper into my throat while I sucked him for all that he was
worth. I had to acquire a taste for his come, but before long I was
draining every drop from him, and enjoying it every bit as much as only
a true a connoisseur could.

Mike had his shorts dropped to his ankles, he was playing with his
balls with one hand and pulling at his nipple with his other. I
motioned for him to come in closer to Gary and me. Gary watched me as
I removed my mouth from him and began to lick Mikes cock with the tip
of my tongue. Mike put both hands on his nipples, he outstretched them
and started to twist and pull them. He was looking down at my mouth,
his eyes partially closed, as I took him into my throat.

“Oh Heather, I can tell that you like to suck dick, I knew that those
luscious lips were created with exactly that in mind.” Mike was
pumping deep into my mouth, I was sucking him harder with each stroke.
Gary began to move down towards my pussy, I could feel the wetness that
had built from our encounter. I knew that I was close to orgasm but I
wanted to wait until they could join me.

Gary spoke with a soft voice. “I hope honey, that you are enjoying
yourself, Mike seems to be doing wonderfully. While he is filling that
precious throat, I think I’ll put something in your box!” Gary asked
Mike to hold off for a moment as he helped me off the lounger. I knew
what was coming next and I couldn’t wait. I felt my legs tremble as I
stood to wait for Gary’s instructions. “Why don’t you get down on all
fours so that Mike and I will be able to take better care of you.” I
bent over and rested my body on my hand and knees. My ass was arched
high in the air so that both Gary and Mike could see the juices
dripping down my inner thighs.

Mike came up in front of me and also got down on his knees. “I like to
see you like this Heather, it makes it more pleasurable when I can see
your face while my dick is in your mouth.” With that I licked my lips
and opened my mouth wide for him to enter me. Gary was behind me
rubbing his cock against my pussy lips as I started sucking Mikes cock
with great strength. “Heather, your so wet, that makes me know for
sure that you like getting it from both ends!” I felt as if I were
about to explode, my legs were trembling with glory and I didn’t know
how much longer I could hang on.

Gary slid his rigid cock up into my tight cunt and began pumping only
the head. He knew that I liked to be teased, and he loved to keep me
on edge as to what was going to happen next. I was in total ecstasy,
Gary was pumping deeper and deeper into me and Mike was frivolously
fucking my throat. I had been involved with things of the like but
never had I experienced such a total release. Knowing that Gary had
been watching Mike and I playing increased my pleasure ten-fold.

Mike began to fuck my mouth with a fervor that wouldn’t stop, he was
pushing into me just like he would a pussy. “Oh Heather, I am going to
cum in your mouth…I want you to swallow all of it!” His voice was
shaky and broken. Gary chimed in as he grabbed the sides of my ass and
pulled me harder and harder onto him. “I hope that your ready to go
Mike, I’m fixing to blow my top too!” They both were giving it to me
with a force I had never experienced. I looked up at Mike, his eyes
were closed tightly as I felt his pressure increase.

I felt my pussy swell and tighten as I tried to hold off just a little
longer, but it was no use. I let out a low, deep moan as I felt my cum
gush and coat Gary’s cock. They both followed my lead and pumped
ferevishly…intensifying their plunges with every stroke. Gary’s
juices rushed forward into me and then began to flow back out onto the
ground, while coating both our legs. Mike’s juices shot out and
torpedoed the back of my throat. I couldn’t hold all of it and so it
seeped out and down the sides of my mouth. They both slowed their
motions to release all of their fluid into my pussy and mouth. I
tightened my suction on Mike’s cock, and my muscles contracted on Gary
so that I drained every last drop from them both.

They both pulled out and together they pulled me to my feet. My whole
body was shaky from the experience, so my balance wasn’t what it
usually was. Both Mike and Gary embraced me from their respective
sides…they held me for a moment. Gary broke the silence, “Mike,
after the party tomorrow we’ll probably need another cleaning…why
don’t you come by around 8pm?” Mike simply nodded in agreement. I
looked straight at him winked, and kissed him on the cheek. “See ya
then Mike, we will all know each other alot better after tomorrow
night…at least I hope so!” He looked down at me, “I look forward to
my next service call, I’ll definitely be here!”

While Mike turned and retrieved his belongings and supplies, Gary
gently placed a familiar kiss on my nose, and then my forehead. He
then reached for my hand, and we began to climb the staircase leading
to our bedroom. “I love you Gary darling, more than you could ever
know,” I cooed. “So what do you think babe, do you think Mike knows
that we have been fantasizing about this day since last summer?”, he
inquired. Gary had been away from me for a whole week and I longed to
lie naked next to his body. I squeezed his hand gently and said,
“Honey, why don’t we take a long nap, we’ll need to get rested up for
Mikes next service call.” We just looked at each other and smiled a
very satisfied smile, and laid down to do exactly that.

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Archive-name: 3plus/3gmme.txt
Archive-author: Heather Dawson

Jason dragged himself out of his chair and trudged down the hall, trying in vain to think of a way out of his mess. While walking, a slightly round figure approached him in the hallway, it was Jaime Kurtz, Professor Watters graduate assistant. While always wearing thick glasses, Jaime was the ultimate bookworm, and at only about five foot two inches tall, her short frame was forced to carry in excess of 185 pounds, so she looked much like a walking bowling ball! Before they passed each other, Jason had a quick brainstorm, and in desperation played his last card, “Jaime, how ya doin” he asked easily, “nice lecture you gave today, I can see why the Professor has put so much faith in you!” Jaime stopped as she neared Jason, and asked eagerly, “Did you really like it, I put a lot of work into that lecture, I hope the students appreciated it!” “Oh, I know I did,” Jason replied, “it was very good, but there’s just one thing,” and he let his voice trail off. “What’s that” she asked quickly, “if there was something wrong, I could correct it before the next class.” “Oh, no,” he answered smoothly, “it’s just that, well, I just don’t seem to understand the material like I should, do you think that you could maybe give me a little extra help, I mean, I’d pay you for your time!!!” “Oh you don’t have to pay me anything,” she replied excitedly, “that’s what were here for, to help the students!” “Good,” he said, “then it’s settled, let’s get together tonight at your place to go over the parts I’m having trouble with, okay!?!” The meeting was quickly arranged, and Jason was set to meet Jaime Kurtz that evening in her apartment at eight pm.

“Nice place,” Jason commented, while sitting down in the living room of Jaime Kurtz. It was apparent from the look on her face, that Jaime was more than a little happy that she had such a handsome young man visiting her, and since she was sort of a “plain jane”, she didn’t have much of a social life with the opposite sex, and even if this wasn’t a formal date, she did have Jason Polk in her apartment all to herself! “Now, Jason,” she began, “what seems to be the problem?” “Well, Miss Kurtz,” he replied, “it’s just everything, I just don’t seem to get it!!!” “Please, call me Jaime,” she offered, “let’s find out exactly where you need the most work.” “Okay, Jaime,” he said, while opening up his Econ 1 text book, “why don’t you come over here and we can go over some of this stuff!” Jaime slid onto the couch next to him, and waited until Jason stopped at the chapter on globalization of free trade. Jaime was obviously in her element, because for the next five minutes she talked practically non stop about the interaction of governments and business on a world wide scale, while Jason, of course was paying absolutely no attention to any of her gobble-d-gook, and instead during one of her more boring moments, let his arm casually drape around the instructor’s shoulder. She didn’t seem to even notice, but Jason figured it was now or never, so he turned to face her, and shut her up with a hard full kiss on the lip, and while she was momentarily stunned, she quickly warmed to the occasion and returned the kiss with her full passion! He pulled away, looked her in the eyes, and lied, “I’ve been thinking about doing that since your first lecture at the beginning of the semester!” “Really,” she asked, “you should have said something a long time ago,” as she then kissed him again, but this time even more passionately! As they kissed, Jason let his hand roam all over Jaime’s breasts, kneading and cupping the big fat udders, making her moan as he tugged on her now distended nipples. “Let’s get out of these clothes,” Jason ordered, and without waiting for an answer, stood up and shed all of this clothing, leaving him standing in front of her totally naked, and with a semi hard erection just inches from her face! He leaned forward just a few inches, allowing the head of his penis rushed against her moist lips. She let her tongue trace a line all over his knob, and it jumped every time her tongue flicked over it, until finally, she opened her mouth and let it slip into her warmth, caressing it like it were a rare piece of china. Her vagina flooded with moisture with the big cock in her mouth, it had been so long since she had done this, and never with a cock as magnificent this!!! Although she was anxious to feel it inside of her pussy, she couldn’t help herself, and soon she had induced a cum flooding orgasm that filled her mouth with the warm sticky goo savoring it and swirling it in her mouth until finally swallowing it all down, leaving a warm satisfied feeling in her ample belly!

Jason was surprised at the skill that Jaime had shown at sucking cock, he had figured her for a real neophyte, not a expert on oral love making, and although she had a tubby little body, and wasn’t the most attractive girl in the world, he had to admit that that was one of the best blow jobs he had ever had! As she scrambled to get off her clothing, her massive breasts swayed back and forth while her areolas tipped with fat nubs, stood out like mini erections hanging over her soft round belly! Jason for the life of him couldn’t figure it out, but he was getting another erection just looking her, and he realized that he probably wanted her as much as she wanted him!!! “How do you want it,” he whispered to her, while he twisted her big nipples between his thumb and forefinger? “From the rear,” she answered fiercely, “I want to feel like I’m really being taken against my will!!!” Jason’s pecker jumped, at the thought of ramming her from the back, and he lined up his cock as she settled on the sofa with her big ass in the air, and her legs wide apart exposing her bulging vagina. Jaime’s fur ran all the way to her ass hole and her slit contrasted a bright pink surrounded by the dark brown bush. Jason let the head of his cock just slip inside of her cunt, and when he was ready, he lunged forward, burying his pecker all the way into her tight vagina, inducing a blinding orgasm on the first plunge, her cunt totally unprepared for the vicious assault the hard thick penis was perpetrating on it! In the next two or three minutes, Jaime had at least three stunning climaxes, with perhaps two or three smaller, if no less satisfying cums! On Jaime’s last orgasm, Jason roared out loud as his own climax tore through his loins and exited his penis into her steaming cunt, causing them to collapse together in a heap of sweat, fat, and cum on the over stuffed sofa!!!

Jason idly played with Jaime’s nipples and said, “I hope that you can help me with my Econ, ‘cuz you’re my last hope!” With a knowing look she answered, “I don’t think you’ll have any trouble, but it’s going to take a lot more private sessions to make sure you know the material!” “Do you think you’ll have time for me,” he said half mockingly?!? She smirked a little, leaned over and kissed his pecker, and replied, “I’ll make time!!!”