'I can't stop cuming! I've never felt like this in my life!'
My hand roamed over her hot skin; her whole body was trembling with the aftershocks of her last orgasm and the beginnings of the next. Again those keening cries, and she fell forward and convulsed around my cock, while I held her taut buttocks and felt her anus opening and closing under my fingertip. In that position, pinned under Jan's climaxing body, I was effectively helpless, and I must admit there was nowhere in the universe that I would rather be. For 35 years I had loved and lusted after Jan, and here she was impaled on my cock, naked and orgasmic, her internal muscles trying to suck more sperm from my taut balls. I tried to resist the urge to pump my hips, to ram my erection even further into her hot liquid core, and succeeded for a while during which she must have cum another two or three times. But eventually I had to let my body do what it wanted. Jan was almost lifted off the bed with the violence of my thrusts. I wanted to force my cock right up into her stomach, into her chest. My balls were aching and I needed to cum fiercely.
'Oh yes, fuck me, fuck me hard!' she gasped. 'Come on, pump it into me, cum in me, fill my cunt with your spunk!' I had never heard such words from Jan's polite lips before. It sent me over the edge. As she convulsed with another orgasm I erupted and fired jet after aching jet of sperm up into her. My balls were milked dry, and still I pulsed.
Even before her own spasms had died away, Jan lifted off my cock and straddled me. Her pussy, the labia swollen and gaping, trickled whiteness onto my chest. She turned around and bent her head and took my softening cock into her mouth. Her crotch dripped onto my neck. Heedless of the mess, I gripped her hips and pulled her down over my face and speared my tongue deep into her hot wet tunnel. The taste of my spunk mixed with her tangy juices was heady, and to my amazement I felt my cock start to swell again in her mouth.
What Jan lacked in expertise she made up for in enthusiasm. Her lips and tongue bathed my erection, cleaning the cum off and replacing it with saliva. One fist cupped my balls while the other squeezed the base of my shaft. She sucked and licked tirelessly. Soon I heard her gagging and coughing as she tried to force my cock down her throat.
I was not idle either. I made love to her pussy with my mouth and tongue and nose and face, relishing the cocktail of fluids which oozed out of her tunnel. I sucked her labia into my mouth and nibbled and chewed and licked them. I teased her taut perineum and sweet little anus with my tongue tip, and licked her ridged walls of her vagina. And of course I fastened onto her firm little clitoris and gave it the benefit of my years of practice with my own wife. Soon Jan was cuming again, hot breath rasping against my cock.
I don't know how long we stayed in that sixty-nine. Time seemed to stop and we entered another dimension where the only objects were our sexual organs and our mouths, where Jan seemed able to climax repeatedly without tiring and my cock stayed as hard as rock. Her fluids trickled down around my ears.
After many eons my tongue began to ache, and maybe Jan's jaws did too. Our caresses died away gradually, and she slid off me onto the bed. I struggled up. Jan was lying on her back, arms and legs akimbo, with a beatific smile on her face. Her slim body was blotched where it had been pressed against me, and a pink flush covered her chest. Her sparse pubic hair was dark and matted with wetness. I knelt between her thighs, my cock red and still rampant, and inspected her body, waves of love and renewed lust surging through me. She watched me through smoky eyes. I knew that she would let me do whatever I wanted to her.
'We should definitely have done this sooner,' I said, trailing my fingertips across her stomach and thighs. 'About 35 years sooner.'
'I was a fool,' she whispered. 'I decided I would save myself for when I got married.'
My fingers almost of their own accord were playing with her labia, and soon two of them slipped inside her entrance where they were gripped and sucked further in. I curled them round and stroked the front wall of her vagina, holding her eyes.
'Oh, that's lovely! I never knew what sex could be like until this week. I think I'm going to cum again!'
She did so, pumping her bottom into the bed, dragging my hand with her. I could see the muscles in her abdomen tensing and relaxing as the climax coursed through her. My cock ached. When she could breathe again, she said 'Fuck me again! Oh, I need to be fucked so much!'
I turned her over – quite roughly – and dragged her hips up so that she was kneeling on the edge of the bed. Her labia stuck out from between her slim thighs. I plunged my cock gratefully into her hot tunnel, hitting bottom on the first stroke. Jan gave a cry of delight. I gripped her hipbones and pumped into her with renewed lust, watching her anus distort with each stroke, marvelling at the way her labia clung to my shaft as it was withdrawn, as if they didn't want to release it. My erection felt as if it was carved from granite and would be quite able to fuck her all night and the next day too. I remained standing and just pulled Jan's hips back and forth, almost masturbating myself with her body. In a few minutes she was tensing her muscles and climaxing around my cock.
I crouched on the bed and Jan rested her head on the duvet, her arse in the air. In that position I could use my weight to shaft her deeply from above, but however hard I pounded her poor pussy she didn't complain, just grunted with delight and sooner or later convulsed in another orgasm. We collapsed onto the bed and I reared above her, thrusting against her clenched buttocks, cock head rebounding off the front of her vagina, which she made it noisily obvious that she enjoyed.
I rolled us over so that I was on my back and Jan was on top of me, on her back also. Her thighs flopped either side of my legs, my cock was still buried deep inside her. I cupped her pubic mound on my hand, squeezed her right breast with the other, and started to masturbate her, a finger either side of her clitoris and one caressing its tip. Jan commenced a series of almost continuous orgasms, her pussy squeezed my cock in a slow rhythm, waves of contractions moved up her vagina as if trying to pull me even further in. I closed my eyes to let the sensations drown me, and drifted away to an altered state of pure bliss ...
I was brought back to reality by hot breath against my ear and my wife's voice whispering hoarsely, 'We guessed what you'd be doing.' Her tongue licked my ear sloppily. 'He's fucking me from behind,' she gasped. 'I'm going to cum!'
She did so, loudly. I don't think Jan even noticed, she was so completely absorbed in her own orgasmic heaven. I turned my head to see Debbie, naked, on all fours next to me. Russell knelt behind her and plumbed her vigorously, his eyes shut, the sinews in his neck standing out. Debbie's breasts swung back and forth, her lips were swollen and her mouth open with lust. I kissed her wetly while continuing to stroke Jan's clit.
'It's the room,' I said. 'We're stuck here for good now.'
The End.
The Glass Table
I finished drying my hair with the towel, then wrapped it round my waist and stepped out of the bathroom into our bedroom. Standing before me, arms akimbo was my wife, Debra. She was dressed only in a black leather garter belt and black nylon stockings. The small auburn tuft of her pubic hair showed between the garter belt and her otherwise shaven pussy. "All clean?" she asked in an impatient tone.
Sensing her mood immediately; I answered, "Yes Mistress." My eyes darted round the room quickly, as I tryed to surmise what she had planned. On the bed were two sets of wide, black leather cuffs and a black collar with stainless D rings attached. These were not a surprise in the slightest, as she preferred using cuffs to rope or steel for my bondage. What did catch my attention was the coffee table, which stood in front of the fire place of our Mistress suite. (I had been taught most explicitly never to refer to it as a Master suite.) The top of the coffee table was covered with a thick towel, yet I could see that the towel covered several items set on the tabletop. Exactly what these items were, I could not guess.
"Take off the silly towel and turn around," ordered my wife; and I immediately obeyed. I removed the towel from round my waist and hung it on the
towel rack in the bathroom and walked over to her. I turned my back and placed my wrists behind my back. Keeping my eyes straight ahead I felt Debra take my left wrist in her hand and methodically fasten a thick leather cuff round it. She worked unhurriedly, pulling the two straps tight then checking to make sure that circulation was not cut off. She took my right wrist and repeated the procedure, then clipped the two cuffs together with a harness clip. Now she took my upper arms and fastened leather cuffs to them, just above the elbows. I felt the compression of the leather on my flesh and knew what was coming next.
I rolled my shoulders a bit, trying to loosen them for I knew that I would not be moving them for some time to come. I quick swat on my ass with Debra's hand and the command, "Hold still!" brought that to a rapid end.
I felt her moving behind me, and knew that she was threading a strap through the D rings of the upper arm cuffs. Then I felt her pull hard on the strap; pulling my elbows closer together and throwing my shoulders backward. Stepping in front of me she slipped the collar round my neck and fastened a small brass padlock to the built-in hasp. She stepped away to inspect me and I felt her eyes crawl up my body. I stood erect, arms behind me, head up and looking straight ahead, as she had taught me to do.
"Hmmph," was all she said as she looked me up and down. Then she walked up to me and took my cock in her hand. "Already hard I see," she commented. "You like being bound and helpless don't you?"
"Yes Mistress," I replied truthfully; my cock growing even harder as she held it in the palm of her hand.
"I can tell," she said as she wrapped her fingers round my prick and gave it a loving squeeze. "But right now I don't want you hard. So make it go soft."
I looked at her with surprise. "Soft Mistress?" I queried.
"That's right, make it soft," she replied.
"But, but how can I with you doing that?" I stammered. Indeed her silk-soft palm was now languidly stroking up and down the length of my cock.
"Don't question my orders, just obey them," she growled. "Make it soft or I will find a way to make it soft; a way that you won't like."
I closed my eyes and tried to think of anything but sex, anything but my wife, anything but the hand stroking my prick. Baseball scores, calculus integrals, the names of all of the state capitals; but it all came back to that hand sliding back and forth on the shaft of my cock; those fingers stroking over the head. She knew exactly what she was doing to me. She had planned it. She knew that she was placing me in an impossible position. I prayed silently for my erection to dissipate, but knew that my prayer would go unanswered.
"Very well," my Mistress intoned. "Since you are incapable of following simple orders, I will have to do it myself." She opened her grip and held my erection in the palm of her hand, and then with a sudden movement, her left hand lifted and slapped down hard on my engorged cock.
"ARRRGGGG," I cried as her fingers slapped down on my cock with a resounding SMACK. Twice more she lifted her hand and twice more the fingers struck the engorged flesh. The bright, hot, burning pain in my prick brought the results she had wanted. My cock deflated in an instant. I looked down to see it lying there in her palm, the skin reddened from the abuse, but the prick flaccid. I watched as she pulled back a corner of the towel which covered the coffee table, and she picked up a small black leather and steel contraption. I looked down to see what she held in her hands and my breath caught a bit at what she held. In her hand was a small wire cage, just 2 1/2 inches long and an inch in diameter. To it were attached two or three leather straps.. I recognized it for what it was, a cock cage. I understood now why she had wanted me soft. There was no way that my cock would fit in that cage when hard; and once caged there was no way for my cock to get hard.
She slid the metal cage over my now flaccid organ and pulled one of the straps round the base of my sac. She pulled it tight and snapped a brass padlock in place. The cage was now locked and even had I had my hands free there was no way for me to remove it. Then she wrapped a second strap tightly round the base of my cock and snapped that in place. Now no matter what she did to me that night, there was no way I was going do get fully hard, and certainly no way I was ever going to cum until she released my cock from its bondage.
"Lie down on the floor in front of the table, face up," ordered my Mistress. I walked over to the area between the table and the fireplace and awkwardly knelt on the rug. It was hard to get up and down with my arms so tightly bound behind my back but I managed to get down on both knees. I straightened one leg and then the other and sat down on my bottom, then brought my knees up to my chest and did a reverse crunch to each myself to a supine position. The position was difficult and a bit uncomfortable with my arms bound behind my back but do-able.
Debra walked over and looked down at me, then she went to the book shelf and took down a small dark carved wooden stand. The top of the stand was slightly concave and stood some 4 or 5 inches above the base. I knew what it was of course, an antique Japanese wooden pillow. Geisha were trained to use these stands as pillows to keep there elaborate hairdos from touching the ground. We had acquired it as an object d'art after seeing "Memoirs of a Geisha" but it had never figured into our play. Lifting my head with her hands she slid the pillow under my neck. The effect was to lift my head several inches higher, but to keep my head horizontal. "There," she said, "That should do it". I had no idea what her intentions were or why she wanted my head in such a position but apparently she had her reasons.
Next, Debra walked over to the table and removed the towel from the top. I looked over to the table from my position on the floor and could make out some of the paraphernalia through the thick glass top of the table. One object there took away my breath. Lying on the table among the leather straps, gags and clips was a long steel rod, some 3 ft in length, topped with a lifelike dark brown cock vibe. More than once I had stood on the "Impaler" legs fastened into steel cuffs with that 8" long dong buried in my asshole. How well did I know the feeling of standing helpless, squirming, trying not to cum without permission as the faux cock wiggled and vibrated inside me; my wife watching and laughing at my struggles.
Kicking my legs apart slightly my wife picked up the rod with deliberate slowness and lay it between my legs. She slid it upward until the tip touched my sphincter and then pressed insistently. I willed my rosebud to relax; knowing that resisting the penetration would only make things worse. With slow steady pressure she slid the vast dong into my depths until I was completely filled. I took a few deep breaths to adjust to the feeling of having my rectum filled and then tried to relax.
Taking two leather straps from the table top, Mistress bound my legs together just above the knees and at the ankles, entrapping the rod of the impaler between my legs and thus guaranteeing that I could not straighten my legs. "Just a few more touches my pet, then we begin in earnest." I wondered what more she could do to me. My arms and legs were completely immobile, my body straight, my cock caged to prevent me getting an effective hard on and my ass filled with a huge dong. The answer wasn't long in coming however. My ever-inventive Mistress had a few more tricks up her sleeve before "beginning in earnest."
First she filled my remaining orifice with a large cock gag. I nearly gagged as she slid the thick fake cock into my mouth and strapped it in place. Now all I could do was mumble round the gag. I knew this gag and dreaded it. It was more than a gag. Like the vibrator of the impaler, the damn thing was motorized. It twisted and turned slowly when activated. Growing first longer and then shorter by about and inch as some internal, un-stoppable mechanism whirled inside it. I knew that I was in for a long night of both mouth and asshole getting fucked mechanically I watched as she reached down and pinched my nipples with her fingers and then places a vibrating clamp onto each nipple. I felt the clamps bite into the flesh of my nipples and closed my eyes against the familiar pain. My body tingled with anticipation as finally she slipped a vibrating cock ring round the base of my cock.
Taking a moment to admire her handi
work Mistress looked down on me. Then she did something very surprising. She slid the coffee table over to cover me; this I had never expected. Now I understood the reason for the pillow. My face was now just an inch from the bottom of the thick glass tabletop. It was as if I was part of the table. Like those coffee tables you see that have glass tops and sides with objects displayed inside them. I had seen them in catalogs, dried plants and stuffed pheasants. Only I was the display; bound and helpless, unable to move. As still as those pheasants and certainly stuffed. I was to be on display in a glass case as the diabolical vibrations and gyrations in mouth and ass, on bound cock and nipples kept me excited but immobile. I looked at Mistress with pleading eyes. And she looked down at me. "You understand don't you?" she asked. I nodded slowly by way of reply. "I have been plotting this for a while; waiting for the right time to do this. Do you know what I have planned now?" I shook my head back and forth as I wondered what she meant by that question.
She went on, "Well I thought of several ideas as to what to do from here. I thought maybe I'd invite the girls over for a little cock tail party."
My eyes grew wide at the thought of her girl friends seeing me like this and I mumbled, "Nooooo," around the gag.
"I think they would get a real kick out of watching the big exec helplessly squirming with his cock all locked up and all his holes filled." She laughed as she said, "Maybe they'd even call over their husbands to watch."
My cheeks flushed a deep red at the thought of my neighbors seeing me like this. The guys I golfed with and played poker with. The guys I shot the shit with round the neighborhood pool as we drank beers and watched the neighborhood women.
"You know I'd love to watch you suck on a real dick," she continued. "I know the girls would get so hot watching you that they'd be able to talk their hubbys into fucking your mouth for real."
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