by J D Stones
But Yvonne was a total submissive; she adored the satisfaction other people got and as I found out, giving sexual relief was one of the biggest enjoyments she sought. I detected a note of pride, not that she had had sex with twelve men that day, but she had made twelve men happy; twelve guys who weren't going to climax that day were treated by her.
Of course, her motives were not totally selfless. There was an obvious horniness in her voice as she recalled the exhibitionist overtones, the objectifying humiliation and the two orgasms she was treated to. All in all, she was an interesting, complex, yet strangely innocent character.
That weekend was a welcome to the neighbourhood party for our guest; my wife dressed me in just a bow tie and red panties, while Bryn was attired in pink, frilly underwear with a cartoon cat on the buttocks.
Yvonne laughed at us both; she was wearing nothing but a short latex skirt and Christina smiled as the three submissives posed for a photograph; my left hand reaching around the Scottish student to cup her teenage breast and my right around Bryn to pat his very familiar buttock.
Both of the wives teased us; promising us rosy red cheeks by the end of the evening as Bryn was ushered back into the kitchen to complete his cooking.
A small amount of wine flowed; it lubricated Yvonne's tongue and brought some confidence into the charming lady. Between courses, my wife pulled me under the table and leant back in the large dining table chair, forcing her crotch to the edge of the seat.
I gently pushed her skirt to her waist, detecting the outlines of bare pussy in the darkness when I felt Yvonne kneel alongside me.
Erin groaned as my tongue swept up her moist crack, and I took in the delicate sweetness of my wife, feeling her legs part further. My cock tented the delicate panties, a wet spot forming in the fabric of the underwear.
It felt dirty: filthy and disgusting. It always did. Getting off while wearing womens' underwear always aroused me further as my twisted mind bathed in the fruits of our depravity.
But Erin was soaring; the motion of my tongue across her slippery clit was bringing her towards orgasm. I slipped my finger into her hole, pressing against the cold firmness of the chair and into my loving wife.
Her body rocked and twitched; coming from the long, passionate licks of her clit and her pussy stuffed with my fingers and pressing against her G-Spot. Wetness flowed, under the table was hot as I exerted my lustful motions to feel the flush of warmth against my face. Erin exploded into loud noises of relief and pleasure, coming as Bryn placed the main course in front of her.
I turned to see Yvonne in the half-light with her face buried against Christina's cunt, with her own hand sliding underneath her latex skirt. Instinctively, I replaced it with mine, pushing my fingers past her frigging and onto her clit.
She gave a nasal groan but barely moved, feeling the touch of another against her slippery intimate areas as she licked her host towards a loud, grunting orgasm.
Her eyes flashed towards me, silent. My hand cupped her mons and my finger swirled against her button. She panted, and gulped, looking at me as I brought her closer and closer towards her climax.
“You two,” Erin barked. “Stop playing or I'll get the birch out!”
Yvonne slumped back and felt her naked tits, groaning as we reluctantly rose to be seated. My left hand subtly fell under the table during dinner, cupping her mons and flicking her clit as we talked. Yvonne gulped and sighed, trying hard not to react to the teasing in her cunt that I was causing.
When Erin noticed and glared at me, I stopped, only to find Yvonne's fingers sweeping over the top of my erect penis, encased in feminine lace.
I writhed; desperate to hide my sexual excitement from my wife sitting opposite to me, but after we finished dinner, Erin took us to the dungeon; my heart skipped a beat as she slapped the wooden paddles against her hand, eyeing the squirming submissives in front of her.
But my cock remained erect, something that was seen by Erin; she teased and played with it, striking it with a firm smack of her hand that had me screaming in pain. “Don't get up!” She snapped, bringing the paddle down angrily against my exposed panty-clad rear.
Pain erupted; fierce, violent pain as my wife slapped the wooden weaponry against my buttocks with zeal. Yvonne giggled, writhing a few feet away from me and loving the sight of the spanking. Her innocent expression replaced with a guilty pleasure as Christina forced her husband against the wall and lashed his skin with a whip.
The ferocious crack of the long, thin weapon reverberated around the dungeon; the groans and cries of the husbands sounding above the torture.
But I was floating; the intense fiery domination had calmed into firm, painful strokes. And I was drifting away: an otherworldly feeling of calm submission. I closed my eyes as I tuned out of the agony and pain Bryn was receiving or the sexual arousal Yvonne was showing but concentrated on intense relaxation, going under a trance-like spell as Erin struck the paddle repeatedly against my sizzling skin.
There was nothing in my life at that moment; I could barely remember my name or where I was. I had no idea how long I had been subjected to the loving display of sadism, savouring every shot of hormones injected into my bloodstream by my battered body.
Because I was flying; not a total immersive subspace, but a floaty dream-like experience caused by the strikes on my backside and thighs. It was bliss; a heavenly experience that I loved but began to fade as Erin's strikes became less often and less intense.
I felt the warm hands of Erin around my chest, pulling me towards her as I felt drunk, uncoordinated and disorientated. She held me tight as we fell onto the soft mat, lying exhausted as Yvonne stood over us and Bryn's screams tuned into my mind.
“Wow!” Yvonne cried as I looked up her latex skirt. “That's some beating you took.” For the first time in ages, I felt the pain on my backside: a deep inferno on my exposed skin press against the cool mat.
Erin giggled. “When I want red backside, I really want red backside!”
Yvonne laughed coyly as my wife left my side and picked up the paddle, pushing Yvonne against the wooden bars on the wall, and pulling down her shiny skirt.
The teenager was compliant; she said nothing. I'd later discovered that all the ladies had discussed limits, scenes and safewords earlier in the day, but Yvonne still just accepted the force applied and liberties taken.
She longed for it too; the first strikes on her peachy rear caused her to groan and squeal. The sweat on the reddening flesh on the teenager glowing and glistening under the harsh, irregular lighting of the windowless room.
She simpered as Erin's fierce strikes smashed against her body, turning pink skin into red blotches. Tears streaked down her cheeks, distress etched upon her eyes and yet her nipples stood erect.
She squirmed and she cried, she panted and she swore, but the innocent-looking girl savoured every strike on her defenceless rear.
Erin dropped the paddle and pushed her hand between the legs of the young woman. She held sodden wet fingers glistening in the half-light in front of her. “Someone's a little slut, aren't they?”
“Oh yes!” Yvonne squealed.
“Bet you want some cock to suck. Some guy to lick you out. To fuck you.”
“Yes!”
“Dis-gusting!” Erin squealed, pushing the moist fingers into Yvonne's mouth and watching her suck the juices from her hand. Yvonne gulped in expectation as Erin walked to the table and passed me a condom.
“Fuck the little slut!” Yvonne's eyes sparkled; she was pushed onto the mat. Her legs parted easily; Erin knelt over the face of the teenager as I unfurled the latex sheath over my erect cock.
I held her ankles up as I plunged my cock into her slippery cunt, kissing my wife as she forced Yvonne to eat out her pussy. My wife pushed her tongue against mine as the delightful warm pressure engulfed my cock and I thrusted my dick into the young lady.
For the first time since I had met Erin I was fucking another woman. For the first time in 11 ye
ars I was fucking a teenager. And for the first time in my life, I was involved in a threesome with two women; the squirming of Yvonne as she ate out my wife and was fucked by me was delightful.
Every part of my crotch was alive with lustful energy as I pounded into the tight cunt of our newest neighbour. My wife squealed and cried, panting as she was brought to orgasm and I felt the pussy tighten around the impaling cock.
My wife and I locked tongues as I held onto my climax, clamping down on my muscles as I shot past the point of no return and then groaned, filling the condom with my cum as I shared a passionate kiss with my lover.
Only Yvonne wasn't finished; I saw the look of wanting more in her soaked face as my wife stood up and I slid down her body, pressing my lips against her moistness and holding her legs apart with hands on her inner thigh.
She melted into the mat as my tongue flicked her clit, swirling over her slit. She panted; breathlessly groaning as my lips drove ripples of pleasure through her lithe body.
And Yvonne wanted stimulation; she wanted to feel the cool rush of relief and orgasmic delight flood her body as she squirmed on the mat. My tongue gave the teenage nymphomaniac what she wanted; sending waves of sensation across her aroused flesh, and seeing her exposed nipples rise in delight as she neared her climax.
Her cunt flowed with lust; her moistness oozing onto my face. I buried my tongue against her crotch, savouring the sweet taste of the lodger's arousal: a delightful aroma that seared with sexuality and caused rampant desire.
She cried; whimpering as her breasts heaved and her pussy fluttered to a deafening orgasm that caused her to slouch against the dungeon floor.
My wife waited for Christina to finish with Bryn and then we watched my bisexual lover screw the exhausted teenager before ejaculating over her innocent face.
“You two,” Christina said, gesturing towards Bryn and I. “Erin and I have had a chat. 'Cause we let you two suck each other, we've decided to let you fuck this little slut from time to time.” She pointed towards the cum-covered teenager, lying on the dungeon floor. “She isn't allowed to say no to whatever we say.”
“Oh.” My eyes focused on the lithesome svelteness. Life could be far worse!
Chapter XV
Pegged
I was initially quite apprehensive about receiving sex from Yvonne whenever Erin demanded; it felt as though the young lady was having her ability to consent withdrawn from her and that opened too many avenues of concern for me. It certainly violated my red lines.
However, discussions with the Scottish nymphomaniac, as well as my wife, showed my fears were truly unfounded. She craved sex; barely a day went past when she wasn't screwing at University, on the building site and either Bryn or myself. Her real dynamic was to be controlled by another for their pleasure and as a group we discussed safewords and limits with her.
The evenings my wife spent out with Christina, looking for men to sate her appetite, would be spent by me tucked under a duvet at home with Bryn. I had been enjoying cuddling up to my male neighbour in the evenings for some time: my bare skin pressed against his, the feel of his erection digging into my body as we watched football or a film. I was on intimate terms with Bryn's cock: the soft fuzz of his spartan pubic hair, the smooth skin of his erect manhood and oversized foreskin that hid his glans. I savoured his smell of masculinity and taste of the forbidden as my lips closed over his cock-head and slid effortlessly down his shaft, my own arousal swelling as he grunted and groaned.
Only now, sometimes we had company. Bryn regularly came with Yvonne; occasionally she went out with our wives, other times she had University work or student events to attend, but sometimes she joined in with our games when the ladies permitted.
The was unsure and uncertain of herself the first time she came to play; Premiership football was on my television and Bryn and I were naked, drinking beer as we lay on the sofa together. She hesitated, pushing her hair behind her ear as she shifted her weight from one foot to another.
I gestured towards the kitchen. “Go get a drink. Come join us.” She hesitated again, having followed Bryn to my small house and now unsure of what to do.
I could see the student, dressed in risqué clothes, trying to work out why two men would choose to watch football when faced with a sexy, young lady. “We could do the Prediction Game,” Bryn suggested as Yvonne watched us. "There's eight games tonight and we each make a prediction. Whoever gets the most right gets sucked off by the loser."
"But there are three of us," I replied. "Surely we should have the losers …"
"Or the loser gets fucked by the winner and gives head to the person in second place." I tried to picture the possible combinations, pondering at the sight of seeing the young brunette with her lips around one cock as another plundered her cunt.
A spitroast.
She sneered, complaining she knew nothing about the sport. I pictured cum smeared across her submissive body; she looked so sexy as I recalled the evening of sexual submission in Christina's dungeon.
Bryn, Yvonne and I wrote our predictions of the eight games on three small pieces of paper, before sealing them in an envelope. Yvonne purred as my fingers danced over her shaven mons, gently sliding across her slit as I pressed against her flimsy panties.
Her attention barely focused on the game until she commented on the shorts of the right-back and all three of us admired the strong physique of the football player: bulging thigh muscles, athletic body and a youthful appearance.
She licked her lips as her eyes barely left the screen; lewd comments proof of her lust as my fingers teased her button and the player taunted her mind.
Only she wasn't the only victim; my bisexual curiosities had long since taken hold with several evenings of mutual enjoyment with Bryn, but I had barely considered going much further with someone else. But the player was sexy.
Very sexy.
My mind fleeted with dirty thoughts when he had to change his shirt, and treated the millions of viewers to his physique. Firm, well-defined muscles covered his chest as for a few seconds he was topless in the driving rain. His body shimmering with the water as the droplets tumbled down his masculine body.
He look like a God; something so divine and powerful that the ancient Greeks would worship. An Adonis, pure and simple, as my mind conjured up a dangerously sexy imagination.
I willed him into a mirage in my living room. I could feel his power as his eyes scanned the sight in front of him, and hesitated, glaring at me. The unyielding demand as he clicked his finger and pointed to his crotch. I shuffled off the couch as Yvonne kissed him and his fingers explored her panties.
Only my role was not to watch but to pleasure, sliding his red shorts to his knees to expose his bulging white jockstrap. I needed his cock and pulled his underwear away as my female neighbour groaned. A big cock, bigger and more manly than mine, bobbed free, eager to have a submissive slut wrap his lips around it.
The smell of sweat, masculine exertion, filled my nostrils and exploded onto my tastebuds as I inhaled his scent. Unable to resist, I licked the tip of his cock, feeling the warm pre-cum coat my lips.
My cock became hard, my mouth engaged with his prick, feeling the hem of his muddy wet shirt float against my face. My mouth coaxed a satisfied grunt from his lips; a gentle suck on his cock had his hands around my hair, eager to cajole his dick further into my throat.
But I was enjoying the feel of his manhood against my tongue, savouring the smooth texture against my lips as I bobbed gently over his manhood, sensing every twitch from his luscious dick.
He pulled Yvonne closer, kissing her passionately as I sucked his cock and he savoured every touch on his prick. He stood tall, glancing down at the submissive husband as I gazed upwards. His mighty cock slipped over my lips as my hand pumped his shaft, staring at his dominant expression.
I could sense the contempt in his eyes as he grunted and panted; his cock twitched and a splash of warmth landed in the back of my mouth.
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sp; Cum splattered on my tongue; my cock excited and erect as he sighed. He held my face into his crotch as his cock shrank. Yvonne smiled sweetly at me, parting her legs as she leant over to kiss the footballer once again.
She tasted sweet; a youthful fragrance of lust as my tongue whirled against her cunt, gliding effortlessly against her nub until she writhed with lust.
My neck ached as my hands gripped her thighs, pushing my face into the overflowing moistness of her cunt. I felt her squirm as my finger probed her butthole and my tongue flicked her quivering quim.
She squealed into her kiss; the footballer toyed with her nipples as she rocked over my face, gasping breathlessly when I pressed against her whorl.
The lust in her pores were overflowing; the arousal peaking as she quivered and gasped, orgasming by the fingers and tongues of the alpha male and submissive slut.
Only, this was all a mirage; an imagination as my mind stroked my lust because of the footballer's impressive physique changing his shirt on the pitch.
But I wanted him so much.
In truth, I just ached for sex. I wanted to suck something: either cock and cunt, I cared not. My mind purred with arousing erotic imagery, turning my body into a desperate bundle of horniness as I contemplated what my wife was doing at that point of time.
I imagined the size of the football players' cocks as they walked from the pitch at half-time, dreaming of their meat scissoring into my wife. I could imagine them fucking Erin, Christina and Yvonne, relegating the beta males in the five of us to fluffing duties as the heroes took turns with the orgasmic women, driving our partners to satisfaction.
Bryn snapped me out of my dirty dream when the half-time scores were displayed on the screen; neither him nor myself were doing well with our predictions, while Yvonne was streets ahead of both of us. She teased us, stripping naked before sliding her hand over my erection, as she whispered dirty promises into my ear. "I'm going to fuck you," she taunted. "Just like your wife is getting fucked, right now." I shuddered at the thought, my mind transported back to the sweaty changing room, my defenceless wife and eleven horny football players.