by Emmie Combs
"Go get your vibrator. You're going to use it on Selina while I fuck you."
"Which one, Daddy?"
"The blue one. And turn off the lights."
"Yes, sir." I released her to go search in her underwear drawer while I went to my dresser. I spoke to Selina, saying,
"Just stay right where you are. You're a good little girl. You're horny, aren't you?"
"Oh, yes. I'm horny for you and your sexy fucking wife."
"Good. That's good." The desired metal links fell under my fingers as the lights snapped off, shadows filling the room, making us all creatures of the night. I smiled and continued, "But in case you lose that feeling, we wouldn't want you running off." She saw the silver handcuffs I revealed, and a moment of surprised expectation passed over her face.
"You don't need to handcuff me, I'm a good girl."
"Good girls are the most fun. Bad girls expect it. But good girls, they're not used to being chained. They're used to being able to move if they want. They're used to being able to make it stop if they want." I snapped one cuff around her dainty left wrist and threaded the other one through the curved steel bars of the headboard. "This has come too far for me to leave the decision to stop up to you." I grabbed her right wrist roughly, yanked it up towards the cuffs, and locked her hands in place. She pulled her hands in, testing her new restraints. They held beautifully, the metal digging into her skin. I felt that thrilling rush of power building in me, the ability to take what I wanted. Watching Callie search through her closet, I closed my hand over the cuff and slid the other one down Selina's back, over her ass, and between her legs. Her pussy was warm and beautifully wet, just begging to be fucked. I traced the tip of my middle finger up and down her, thoroughly moistening it, and teased that lovely rosebud.
"Mmm," she said, "that feels good..." She caught my eye before finishing, "Sir."
"I hope so," I responded, resting the palm of my hand against the firm, silky curve of her ass. "How about this?" I asked, raising my hand up and spanking her like a delinquent.
"Aah!" she cried out.
"A little different, huh? " I squeezed the spot I had hit and teased her. "But you're tied to the bed, you can't stop me." The flat slapping sound cracked in the bedroom as I smacked her juicy behind again, harder.
"I can't stop you, sir."
"Exactly. That's lesson number one."
"Spank her again, honey," said Callie as she sat on the edge of the bed. I looked back into her eyes and spread my fingers wide over Selina's exposed ass, rubbing and savoring every contour before sliding my fingers between her thighs again. She knew what I was about to do and I savored her vulnerability. She moaned,
"Oh god, oh god," under her breath as I raised my hand, then shouted "Fuck!" as I smacked her helpless little pussy. That got Callie's blood flowing, she moaned,
"Oh, honey," grabbed my dick, and kissed me on the mouth. I tasted her tongue for a second before pushing her away, saying,
"Baby, you got a mean streak. I like that."
"Mmm."
"Get over there and fuck her pussy with that big fucking cock." Hearing that, Selina rotated her hips forward, giving us an even better view.
"Yes, Daddy." Callie moved between Selina's outstretched ankles and gripped her just below her left hip, drawing the head of the jelly blue rabbit vibrator up her calf, up her thigh, then stroked its shaft all along her moist crotch. Selina began making whimpering sounds in her throat as the textured cock rubbed her needful clit, Callie responded by turning on the vibrating motor and pressing the buzzing bunny ears against that sweet spot between her legs. This tied-up girl instinctively tried to bring her hands down and touch herself, but couldn't move them more than a few inches. She began straining, pulling on the cuffs that were keeping her in a position to be fucked and used, and I could see her instincts warring within her. This was not a girl who was used to bondage, and having your wrists tied for the first time in bed seemed to be a disorienting and even frightening experience. At the same time, the lioness growl of her sex was striving to make this loss of control into a delicious liberation. From the throaty moans coming from her, I knew what would win out, and grinned when she sang the song every man loves:
"Oh god, god, just fuck me, I need someone to fuck me." Callie instantly thrust the dildo into Selina, who cried out in a mixture of pain and pleasure. My cute little wife was forcefully violating this horny slut, and I couldn't be happier. I bent down next to her face, getting a close-up view of the fucking, and asked,
"You like using your toy to fuck this little girl?"
"Yes, yes, I'll do anything you want me to do to her."
"Then you'd better lick her clit and make her cum. And get your pussy in the air, you're gonna take it while you dish it out."
"Yes, sir." She pulled her knees underneath her and raised her hips in the air, waiting, needing to be mounted. I grabbed her around the waist and hopped off the bed, centering myself between her legs. As I positioned myself, she pulled the vibrator out, dropped her face in close, and slowly ran her tongue all the way down Selina's smooth, wet labia, savoring it like a glass of fine wine. This was the moment I had dreamed of for years. Restraint slipped out of my mind as I pressed my cock against Callie and felt it slip deep into her delicious pussy. I pulled out and thrust again, stronger this time, feeling the beast within take over. Selina moaned,
"Yeah... yeah," as Callie licked her then replaced the toy in her quivering vagina. I began fucking Callie harder and harder, and she fucked Selina harder and harder. Both girls bucked against the cocks fucking them, their asses tightening and releasing in a lustful duet, wet, warm, needing each stroke to be harder than the one before it. Selina began shaking, I could see her muscles tightening, her back arching. Callie slid the rabbit as deep as it would go, turned the vibrator and rotating shaft to their maximum power, and held it steady in Selina, who began gasping and trembling. I held Callie's hips and thrust powerfully into her, saying,
"Yeah, baby, make her cum." Just then, Selina bit her bicep and squealed as the wave of her orgasm washed outward from that pit of warmth below her navel, flowing out through her body to her fingers and toes, making her whole world glowing pleasure. She stroked herself on the rabbit twice more before gasping as the backlash left her unbearably sensitive. I dug my fingers into Callie's sides, fighting to hold back my load, keeping myself as still as possible. With my dick inside her, she removed the toy from Selina and laid it on the bed, grinning. She looked at me, and in her most innocent voice, asked,
"Did I do good?"
"You did great, baby. I'm proud of you. But now it's my turn." Callie twisted around to sit on her butt, leaving the space between Selina's legs empty and waiting. Our new visitor looked back at me with flaming bedroom eyes. Callie reached out, held my shaft, and voiced a naughty idea.
"Let me do it."
"Do what?" I replied.
"Let me put your big cock in her pussy." Callie wanted to see this girl fucked, wanted to see her treated like a sex toy, as an end to our amazing evening. Unable to move my eyes from Selina's inviting cunt, I responded,
"Do it." She put her free hand under Selina's stomach and drew the two of us together, delighting in the power she had to violate this young woman, to make sex the ultimate expression of right. When the tip of my surging dick met her wetness, Callie rubbed me up and down, much as she had done with the vibrator. This need I felt was immense. It was almost as if everything I had done up until now was in fun, but this was something serious. I was about to break the conventional bonds of marriage in the name of a good fuck, about to pass the point of no return. I felt the thrill of the skydiver then, and I knew that my raging lust was sure to win out. Selina moaned gently, a siren's call, and I entered her delicious pussy. What I saw then was something to remember all my born days: a girl, tied to my bed, legs spread, begging to be used, the shaft of my cock disappearing into her hairless crotch, and the love of my life egging me on. Almost drowning in the fe
el of her pussy warmly enveloping me, I grabbed Callie and pulled her to me. I buried my hands in her hair and kissed her with a gratitude that felt as endless as the sky. Her tongue explored my mouth as I fucked Selina slowly and rhythmically, freefalling in this dream made real. Quickly, I felt Selina pressing against me with every thrust, and I began fucking her harder. She wanted a good pounding, and I was happy to oblige, feeling her warmth and wetness and her firm little ass smacking against my stomach.
"You like that, baby?"
"Yeah, mmm... fuck me, sir."
"Call me Daddy."
"Fuck me, Daddy." Callie squealed with delight, and I kissed her again then ran my hand down her back, down her ass, and fingered her pussy. I was inside both these women, and they were fucking delighted.
"Callie," I said, "get on your hands and knees next to this little slut."
"Oh yes, Daddy. Fuck us both, Daddy." She positioned herself next to Selina, shoulders and hips rubbing together, and dropped her waist to show off her beautiful vagina. With my right hand, I gripped Selina's waist to steady her as we fucked, with my left, I reached over to fuck Callie with my fingers. One woman moaning in pleasure was a sound that could transform me, two together was a duet to move mountains. Feeling like a king on a throne, I realized there was one thing left to do. I pulled out of Selina and immediately felt an ache, a burning need to bury my penis in a warm, wet pussy again. But there was an opportunity here that I would not miss. I grabbed a belt from my dresser drawer and said,
"Callie, put your hands through the headboard." She gave me a hungry look, but only replied,
"Yes, Daddy." I wrapped the belt around each of her wrists, then tied them together. There it was, my own harem, two horny, naked girls, tied down, waiting for nothing but to be fucked. I practically leaped behind Callie and thrust my cock into her, owning her, using her, dominating her. I grabbed a fistful of her hair and pulled her head back, then wrapped my hand around her neck, pulling her into my raging erection. She was mine, to give me pleasure, to make me happy, to make me cum. Selina shifted her weight in the corner of my eye, and I knew I needed to prove she was mine as well. I spanked her again, left Callie, and shoved myself into her as she yelled
"Fuck!" I grabbed her shoulders and pulled back, straightening her arms and making the cuffs dig into her wrists. This feeling was electric, knowing that this girl was submitting to me and now she couldn't stop me if she wanted to. I was violating her, forcing myself inside her, and she could do nothing to prevent me getting off. Her pussy was so tight that each thrust took a delicious bit of effort to overcome her body's resistance to my invading cock. I felt a need to tell my wife, to fuck her with my words even as I penetrated her with my fingers.
"Oh, Callie, she's so fucking tight. It feels so good to fuck her with you watching me."
"Yeah, she's a bad girl, seducing my husband. Punish her, make her your slave." Selina chimed in,
"I am your slave. I'm your toy, treat me like your fuck toy." I responded by pulling out of her, then slamming the entire length of my cock back into her slick pussy, making her yelp in surprise.
"Take that, you little slut." I felt my dick throbbing with lust as I looked at my wife's ass in the air, her cunt just begging to be fucked. As I left Selina, I said, "Callie, you gorgeous fucking slut," then thrust myself deep into her, making her take all of me. I fucked Callie, then Selina again, each thrust more sensitive, digging my fingers into their sides, pulling their hair, listening to them whispering, moaning, crying out, oh god, oh god, taking up the refrain myself, oh god, Selina, oh god, Callie, feeling my control and lust building in me, growing, losing any restraint, I grabbed Callie and fucked her like an animal as she screamed yes, Richard, yes, fuck me, Callie, oh god Callie, fuck FUUUCK - I came deep within her, time stopped as we shuddered, my body releasing, releasing, holding her as part of me, until my muscles quivered and I collapsed on the bed, mouth agape, unable to form any thoughts.
I was staring at the ceiling. The ceiling was attached to walls, the walls presumably to a floor. My left arm was touching something wonderfully soft and smooth - Callie's side. I rolled over, and she was lying facedown, looking at me, smiling. In my dumbfounded state, I wanted to say something to her, but I could put no words to my emotions. Joy for her presence filled me, bloomed, became everything I knew. She had been with me for this threesome, for the actual enactment of this forbidden fantasy. Her compassion and love sparked a gratitude in me that felt as deep as the ocean. A joke came to mind, terribly weak, but I reached for it like a life raft before I drowned in love.
"Honey, I owe you one." She responded, sounding as awestruck as I was:
"You don't owe me anything. That was awesome."
"Oh my god, that was great," said Selina, echoing Callie. A sudden need to free them struck me, it was something I could do to thank them. I pushed myself up to the head of the bed and fumbled at the belt around Callie's wrists for a moment before remembering how I had tied it. Once free, I rubbed her wrists and kissed her, feeling drunk all the while. Selina looked over at me hopefully and asked,
"Little help?"
"Yeah," I replied, casting about on top of the dresser for the key. Finding it, I unlocked the left cuff. As I did, the enormity of our evening hit me. I had dreamed of this for over a decade, all the time frustrated, believing it impossible. But here I was, emptied, satisfied, unlocking the handcuffs I had used to tie up the girl that Callie and I had fucked. I took her right hand in mine and unlocked the cuff, marveling at how pretty it was, wondering at the fact that she had wanted to join us, that she had given it up to me and my wife.
"I'm making you breakfast in the morning. Whatever you want, the both of you. Bacon and sausage, if you want." Selina closed her eyes and stretched out, looking particularly feline and making a purring noise in her throat. I put my hand on Callie's hip, and saw that her chest was already rising and falling slowly with the deep rhythm of sleep. This had been a night to use when marking out my life. I stood up on shaky legs and thought,
"Let me just relive it one more time."
The End.
The Movies with Desiree
Desiree and her entire family were over at my parent's house one lazy Saturday afternoon in June. I had just gotten out of the pool, and grabbed a hamburger and a beer. My sister had gone upstairs to get ready for a party she was attending with her boyfriend. My brothers, along with Desiree's brother took their bikes and went to the park to play ball with the neighborhood kids. My dad was at the grill, and our respective parents were sitting around the table with us. We were all just sitting around talking about random stuff. I kept sneaking a look at Desiree and noticed her looking back. Every once in a while, she would do something to get my attention, like look over at me, or play snap the waist of her bikini. Then she would give me a look, or do something else to tease me. My god she was a tease. Once she brushed the side of my thigh under the table and when I looked over, she ran her tongue lightly, seductively across her lips. Another time she turned to engage me in conversation, leaned her arms on the table and her huge 40DD tits on her forearms. She then proceeded to lean in so that her tits started bursting out of her bikini top, showing a huge amount of cleavage, and the top part of her dark areolas. My cock stirred, but I managed to continue my half of the conversation. Then, she dropped her fork on the ground, leaned over to retrieve it, and gave my cock two strokes with her hand on the way up, making it now impossible for me to leave the table.
I had a few more gulps of my beer, helping my cock down to a less obvious, semi-hard state when Desiree's mother asked, "Are either of you doing anything tonight or just staying home?"
Desiree answered "I have no plans, what about you, Jack?"
"Nothing as of right now. I might give Greg a call later."
"Do you want to see a movie with me?" Desiree asked.
I have to admit I would not object to sitting in a dark movie theatre with Desiree, but I know her all too well. She had something up
her sleeve. Undoubtedly that something would end up with one or both of us popping off, but I also suspected it would not involve a movie. I thought about it and decided not to be TOO easy.
"I don't think there's anything playing I'd like to see."
"That's a shame. What are you going to do, stay home alone on a Saturday night?"
"No, I'll call Greg."
"Greg? The one who hasn't had a date since the Mets won the World Series? Greg, whose idea of a good time is sitting around playing Monopoly? That Greg?"
"Ummm yes. That Greg. The one who's been my best friend since before you were born."
"Well, that Greg is working tonight. Don't forget he works with Charlene, and she mentioned that they were BOTH working tonight. So... your choices are: Movie with me, or stay here with them."
She motioned at our respective parents. I said nothing.
"Fine, than, it's settled. Go upstairs and change out of your bathing suit. Then you can give me a ride home so that I can change, and off we go."
At that point, Nancy, Desiree's mom chimed in, "That's ok I am ready to go anyway. I can drive you home and Jack can pick you up later."
If Desiree was disappointed not to have me drive her home she didn't show it. Nor was she surprised by her mother's offer. Maybe we were JUST going to a movie. I was slightly disappointed, but not devastated. Desiree was nice, she was sexual and in addition to being my first fuck, she was fantastic at it. There is another side to her. It is a side that likes to tease, and not in a good way. I always felt like she'd send me home with blue balls just because she felt like it. As for me, I am pretty tough. I have had my share of blue balls in my day, and believe me if that's where this went, fine. I'd go home, jerk off and go to sleep.
I went upstairs and changed into a pair of jeans and a t-shirt. I brought along a hooded sweatshirt for 2 reasons: first and foremost because it can get cold in movie theaters and second, because I could tie it around my waist in the event I had a hardon after the movie. I drove my Chevy over to Desiree's house and knocked. Her mom answered and invited me in. I sat and chatted with her briefly while waiting for Desiree. She came downstairs dressed in a loose t-shirt and a soft, upper thigh length skirt. I greeted her and asked if she was ready to go. She said that she was.