Train My Wife

by David Saxon

  I swung over then, toppling her from that dominant position on my face and threw her on to her back where I lay within the warm embrace of her thighs. My charger was at the very portals, touching the base of her upstanding clit. I had a sensation of drowning in the scented aroma of our conjoined lust. My body weight pressed my cock into her and she took me in. It was as if her cuntal lips were pulling at my cock and sucking it into her in slow grasping clutches drawing me fully into her hot and very wet tunnel until the very neck of her womb was kissing the head of my buried charger. Kerry wrapped her legs over my back and held me tight within her. Her warm body bucked beneath me in a way that roused my curiosity and I saw that she was crying. That was not in the script.

  I rose on to my hands and knees above her and she lifted her pelvis to keep me trapped inside her. I thrust violently again and again and she matched me. I withdrew almost pulling out then sliding back into her with magical ease boring into her gripping channel. Drops of milk were scattering from her burgeoning, wobbling breasts and our bodies slid against each other with the mingling of perfumed sweat.

  “Aaaah! I’m coming … Aaaaah!”

  Kerry, too, cried out. Our passionate voices conmingled as did our foaming wetness. My body was building to a massive crescendo that seemed to want to release the whole of my interior through my pulsating cock into Kerry’s womb. It was the sudden hot flow of her ejaculation burning my cock as it poured over it that did for me. We cried out together as with a final urgent thrust, embedding my cock to the hilt, I shot my boiling magma into her eager womb. I filled her so fully that my semen and her sweet juices made gentle music as they erupted from where we were joined. It flowed into her pubis, coating me and soaking the carpet beneath us. Breath rasped in our throats as I continued to erupt within her. I clasped her hot slippery breasts and suckled on flowing nipples so that warm milk filled my mouth as my cock continued to fill her womb. At last I fell heavily upon her and lay still save for our heavy panting. For how long we lay silent, unmoving, contented, I do not know but with Kerry’s wanton hand upon my stiffening cock I was soon hard and I was drawn, by whatever subtlety, to the bulb of her bottom and the darker mouth of her muscular sphincter. I drew Kerry to her knees and thrust her shoulders down. Soaked in my own ejaculate, her fragrant juices and her milk, my iron hard pestle was ready at the portals of her rear. Out came the plug with a gentle plop and in went the head of my charger. The muscle gave with gentle elasticity and I slid into her anus with a smooth movement that had the split globe of her arse in my lap and my pubis pressed firmly into the entrance to her passage. The heat of her was splendid. I held still tight to savour the joy of it.

  “Bloody hell, you bastard! Don’t move an inch! Stay just like that!” Kerry had turned her head to take a sidelong glance at me and was smiling as she said it. She began to work her interior muscles. I could feel them rippling along the length of my cock and squeezing over the head. She seemed at once to be drawing me into her and yet trying to push me out. I did as I was told and held firm grasping her hips to prevent uncorking. She was massaging my cock with her muscular contractions pulling me ever tighter into her insatiable hole. I don’t think I could have withdrawn from her even if I had wanted to so powerful and downright delicious was the suction holding me prisoner in that hot pulsating tube. I clung to her hips, denying myself the urge to feel the milk-laden weight of her hanging breasts. To lean forward then over her concave back would be to risk uncorking. Instead I leaned back to let her suck in every last millimetre of my stallion length. I wanted my balls pressed tight into her backside, to let their weight massage the outer lips of her cum drenched pussy. She began to writhe on my impaling stalk working her bum in small circles as the juices began to gather and her nerve ends tingle with the imminent explosion.

  Her movements became more energetic. She rolled her shoulders from side to side then raised herself onto her hands stretching her arms straight. Her head lolled down. Mewling explosions and gasps escaped her lips on heavy breaths as she bucked and writhed beneath me taking me to heights of pleasure, to pinnacles of joy that even in my widest experience, were far greater and more intense than anything I can ever remember. Her sphincter seemed to be grasping my rigid cock so tightly that my cum could not rise along its length. It was as if Kerry was controlling even that. I was past caring. She could do what she liked and I felt not the slightest chagrin at her taking charge. My load was boiling in my scrotum. I could feel the pressure of it flowing into my cock; coursing along the length of it in a hot stream.

  “I’m co….m…ing!” I shouted and pulled her even harder into my lap.

  “Come, you bastard ... come inside me … fill me … up ... with your ... lovely juice. Empty your balls you sod … now!”

  And I came with a mighty yell. Great bursts of spunk tore from me right into her very bowels. Her anal muscles sucked on me massaging every last drop from my engorged cock. Kerry flung back her head and yelled like a demented coyote as she poured down her own explosive tribute to our amazing love-making.

  Burst after burst of spunk raced along my cock and jetted into her as I worked in involuntary spasms to give her every last drop.

  At last my prick had given up all it was going to and began ever so slightly to soften. Kerry pulled even harder on my imprisoned flesh and dropped prone to the carpet bringing me, the spent warrior, with her. I lay heavily upon her feeling her muscles tirelessly working on my length. Sweet mother! Did she want it all again?

  I rolled off her, pulling out with a slight pop my vanquished and exhausted cock. I could do nothing else.

  Chapter 3

  It was two weeks later when I was visited by my tame electrician, a friend indeed whom I had often invited to parties at the house, though he politely declined, citing his wife’s reserve as an excuse. I would have taken her in hand had he asked me to, but our special relationship did not permit of me making such a suggestion. The idea would have to come from him. His visit on this occasion was, as he expressed it, born of the wish to do me a favour. My reputation was, it seemed, spreading rather farther than I had expected.

  “I recommended you to this friend of mine. He is having a bit of a problem with his daughter. I think she is in need of your particular talents.”

  “I don’t do daughters!” I interposed quickly. Incestuous behaviour was against all my ethics. “You know that!”

  Harry, for that was the electrician’s name, slapped his forehead. “Chrissake, no! Sorry, of course not! Step-daughter! She’s his step-daughter. His wife died a few months ago and he wants to marry the girl.”

  Alarm bells started to ring in my head. “Was he fucking her before his wife died?” I asked, only partly mollified.

  “No! I am as certain of that as I can be. Nina, his wife, was a very sexy woman. She’d have been as much as he could handle.”

  “So the daughter doesn’t want to marry him, eh?”

  Harry shook his head. “I think she does but she is frightened.” “Of the sex?”

  “Possibly.”

  I thanked him for his discretion and asked a few pointed questions. These resulted, several days later, in Kathleen arriving at my door.

  Kerry was in the cellar, safely mounted on the bar and no doubt in the throes of yet another of her multiple orgasms heightened, no doubt, by my binding of her tits and clamping nipples. I had decided that Kerry’s tits needed their own bondage so I had wrapped them firmly in twenty yards of five millimetre cord. Anything less would cut into the flesh; anything more would be unwieldy and would not permit the desired tension. Each great and beautiful breast I bound separately, using about twelve yards of the rope and the remainder I used to bind the breasts together, drawing them both tightly towards one another. She had made a play of pain but actually, as I had guessed from the dreamy look in her eyes, she loved the harsh restriction.

  Harry was indeed accurate in his de
scription of Kathleen. She was very beautiful. Chestnut coloured hair framing a face sullied only by a sulking, pouting expression warning of a very rebellious nature. Her breasts were comfortably impressive and would receive great attention from me. She eyed me with contempt.

  “Like my tits, do you?” These were her first words. Very confrontational! There was nothing wrong with her self-confidence.

  “They are your most obvious charm. Any others you may have are evidently well hidden.” She pulled a face. I was anxious to restrain her and take the tawse to her bottom for she was, undoubtedly, greatly in need of discipline. Of course I could do nothing of the sort while her step-father lingered. There was something very odd about this relationship, something I couldn’t put my finger on, but something I needed to reveal before things moved on too far. He was somewhat bigger than I had imagined. Neither good looking nor ugly. His hair was reddish and cut to an incongruous stubble. His eyes were small and blue and had about them a certain lifelessness. He lacked any social grace. He plodded along on massive feet and his great paw engulfed even my hand when we shook. His clothes seemed not to fit him and the manner of his wearing them seemed to be his only eccentricity. No doubt steadfast and reliable, but I could see no reason whatsoever to waste any time on him.

  “You will meet everyone at dinner.” This was a sop to her sensibilities for I was sure she would rail violently if she was told she’d be alone with me on a one to one basis. “Meanwhile,” I continued, “allow me to show you to your room. Over here.” I indicated a row of chalets converted from a stone built barn. We crossed the gravel. I intended to keep her well away from Kerry, at least for the time being. I wanted her very much to myself for at least two weeks to shape her into some sort of acquiescent slave. At the door to the chalet I left father and step-daughter, prospective husband and wife, alone, closing it behind me as I mentally rubbed my hands at the prospect of the challenge Kathleen posed. My mouth was watering at the very idea of the succulence of her sweet young flesh. She was quivering with the confusion her rampaging hormones, driving furiously about her body, generated in her mind. It was my task not to subdue them but to bring them under some sort of control and make her sexually responsive to her step-father, her future husband.

  Kathleen was indeed very beautiful. That is to say that she had been sculpted beautifully. Her heart shaped face was of perfect symmetry and with a clear skin was set with a pair of stunningly grey eyes flecked with golden brown, a small retrousse nose and moist red lips to die for. The upper lip was slightly heavier than the lower one which, in those rare moments when it was in repose gave her the appearance of a pensive waif. Full and very kissable, they formed a deep red ring that I looked forward to having wrapped around my cock. They pouted sulkily most of the time as if she had a very real grudge against the world in general. Her chin was strong, sweeping into a neck of such unblemished perfection that I knew it just had to be one of her most erogenous zones. I looked forward to proving that. Her breasts, as I had remarked at our first meeting, were her most obvious asset and were indeed spectacular. High on her chest they swelled enough to challenge any bra and drew together in a dark and mysterious cleavage that was an enticing refuge for my questing tongue. Not very tall, her shoulders tapered into a pleasingly narrow waist that flared over hips carrying so much promise that I could already feel the stirrings of desire in my loins. Her legs were encased in terrible jeans. What is it with young women and those repellent garments? They would be removed soon enough.

  Kathleen had been brought to me because she was having immense difficulty in accepting the advances of her step-father. Normally I would not accept such a reason as being worthy of my special services but in this case, given her recent bereavement and having met the man in question, I found reason enough for her to refuse the man whom I had assessed nevertheless as being genuinely in love with the girl. I also saw that there was no repugnance in her attitude to him but was that to the stepfather or to the prospective husband? I was not surprised at her difficulty in giving herself to him sexually. I wasn’t even sure that I wanted to do anything about it. I had to get her to transcend her inhibitions and discover the dormant sexuality that undoubtedly she had in abundance but I couldn’t rid myself of the feeling that it would be wasted on such a man. Ah, but this is conjecture and therefore not within my sworn brief.

  First, in any event, I had to rid her of that sulkiness and find the exciting woman that must exist within such a perfect figure. I wasted no time on preliminaries but, as soon as her stepfather had departed, I knocked on the door of her room and, as she opened it, saw the opened suitcase on the bed. She would need neither the bed nor the contents of the suitcase for quite some time. Without preliminaries I laid firm hold of her arm and, against her powerful struggles, her queries and her swearing, I hurried her across the gravel and carried her down to my office in the cellar, dumping her unceremoniously on the rubber floor. Like most of my clients she was suddenly struck dumb by all the equipment and furniture in the place. The rubber floor was my pride and joy. Warm underfoot and soft enough to lay down on, it tolerated all kinds of sexual happenings and was easily cleaned of shit, piss, sweat and cum. A stout, robust saltire, a wooden horse and stocks were the most useful of furniture and many was the body that had been bent, strapped or spread-eagled on their frames. There was a jail for those who needed incarceration to bring them to heel and, elsewhere, the milking machine and the pedestal. Shelves and hooks clung to the white brick and were full of useful toys like tawses, canes, masks, ropes, bondage gear, dildos, rubber suits, electrical gear and much, much more.

  Kathleen stared, mouth agape, not really understanding the significance of much of it but evidently frightened by it. I think she was getting a strong sense of the hardships I was intending to put her through.

  My most exciting pieces stood in an annex to the cellar in which Kerry was now confined on the bar. I would introduce Kathleen to that bar sooner than I planned should she prove intractable. I was certain that she would. I was happily eager to get started on the little games I had in mind for her. Her shouts and demands I pretended to ignore but, in fact, was pleased to hear. There is little joy to be had in passive acceptance. I needed the struggle as much as I needed food and drink and I was sure that Kathleen’s temperament would provide all my needs. Right now she was anything but amenable. She turned upon me with a look of blazing terror overlaid with heartfelt rage. I countered with a gentle smile and subdued her flailing fists with difficulty. She was a very strong little thing. That was exciting enough but imagine my joy when, having got her cuffed to the pillar, I was ready to start my journey of exploration over and into that beautiful writhing body.

  Between our first meeting in the presence of her stepfather and proposed husband and her being delivered to me for counselling I had fantasised about fucking Kathleen. My dream was to have her gagged and strapped wide open on my rubber floor to give her the fucking of a lifetime. I had imagined my iron hard prick impaling her tight ass and nudging into her very bowels.

  “You nasty pervert ...what the hell are you doing … eh?”

  I ignored her. Over at a wall I uncoiled the small bore hose from around the hot and cold water taps, adjusted the taps until I got the right temperature and turned the jet upon her.

  “You sod!” she shouted. I filled her mouth with warm water and dropped the hose while I went to fetch a ball gag. She spun around as much as the pillar permitted to keep her glaring eyes on me. Evidently I hadn’t yet gained her trust.

  “Get your hands off me, you...!”

  Coming behind her, I stopped the words by quickly pressing the ball into her mouth. She gurgled and spluttered around the intruder but finally I managed to force it in. She closed angry teeth on the soft rubber ball. Her full red lips encircled it with such promise that I wanted to rip it out there and then and thrust my cock into that hot wet mouth, so desirable was it. I restrained myself and buckle
d the straps tightly at the back of her head. Urgent noises from behind the gag. I hadn’t been at all careful about trapping some of her hair in the buckles. My fingers were actually shaking with emotion. What was that all about? I, a counsellor, emotional! What?

  I looked into her eyes and saw the glare of hatred. I don’t recall ever having seen quite so much venom in one pair of eyes. Had she been free we might have had a battle royal. But she was not free and would not be free for quite some time. I wanted that unbridled energy to stay with her. I wanted to harness that rampant sexual drive.

  She wriggled and fought strongly, twisting and turning to try and prevent my none too gentle advances. “You might as well try to stop a cloud passing over the sun, young lady.” I said calmly as I began to rip at her clothes.

  First, that blouse because I wanted to see those magnificent tits. The flimsy garment ripped apart easily and revealed an astonishing surprise. It was something that I had never considered but which was, perhaps, an over-sight on my part. Kathleen’s nipples had been pierced and there were rings outlined through the thin embroidered cups of her bra. Rings!

  “Well, well, and when did you get those inserted?” I wrenched down the cups to free her gelatine orbs and hooked my fingers through the silver loops. I pulled hard, yanking painfully at her nipples. My question was of course rhetorical but strange noises did work out from around the ball gag. I had to admit to being rather titillated as I played with her luscious body, knowing that she could neither answer back nor shout abuse.

  “So these are why you wouldn’t let your future husband fuck you? You had these put in and now you are embarrassed by them ... frightened of what he would say, frightened of the horror you might have seen in his eyes, eh? Is that it?” Of course that was it! His clumsy conventionalism would be outraged at such desecration.