by David Saxon
“You have declared in the presence of this gathering that you will be a dutiful wife in all that that entails. You are now part of this select group which, by its very existence, ensures that you abide whole- heartedly by your declaration.”
The room erupted into loud applause and cheers.
Maria, placed in the middle of the trio of witches, privileged to whip Kerry’s pussy, now dropped her whip. The deliciously naked witches, all three of them quite capable to taking what they wanted from her or from anyone else or, indeed, anything in the room, stood silently arrayed in a small semi-circle. It was as if they were pondering what next to inflict upon Kerry’s imprisoned body. Perhaps they were admiring it and, in deep communion, were deciding which man should take her now, imprisoned as she was on the saltire. After several minutes of silent expectation Maria seemed suddenly to sag at the knees. Quickly her two companions reached for her and held her upright. There was a pause then while the naked and well- muscled gentleman who had supplied the whips moved to a position behind the saltire. After a moment’s fiddling with the mechanism the saltire began to turn. Amidst Kerry’s cries of alarm it swung and, like the hands of a clock, Kerry was turned through 180degrees. What a picture she made with her hair hanging down and her tits thrusting downwards towards her shoulders. Maria was released by her fellow witches and, without further ado, thrust herself forward and began to rain kisses upon that soundly whipped mons veneris. The naked man had knelt down and was removing the strap from around Kerry’s forehead. I saw her immediately crane forward and soon the silence of the room was broken only by the sounds of Sapphic lovemaking as two eager mouths sucked and ate at two eager pussies. The audience watched with bated breath their eyes wondering between the tribadic love-making and me.
I could no longer hold them in thrall. I rose to my feet and unbuttoned my gown to display my erect and burgeoning cock. It was a signal that the ceremony was over. People began to move. Little groups of two or three formed here and there and, in the midst of a rising buzz of conversation and the welter of intimate caresses, I walked to the centre of the room, my rigid cock and swinging balls the cynosure of all eyes. All that is, except those of Kerry and Maria who were still busily engaged with each other. Indeed, Maria now had her arms wrapped about Kerry’s spread-eagled and inverted form.
All of the women here present had tasted my hard cock in every one of their orifices and not one of them hid now their desire for a repeat performance. I was not having any of it. Not because of the frank and comparative glances of the men, but because these delicious women were all now fully reconciled to their husbands and lovers and so my work with each of them was complete. I desired them all, of course, I did being a red blooded male but now, I was no longer their counsellor. Now I was a friend there to offer advice when it was needed. Further, it was needfully beholden to Kathleen, my new client, for whom it was necessary to be in the full flush of my manhood, I needed to preserve myself so, in spite of my massive erection I did not intend to take part in the orgy now getting underway. I had to confess that I don’t remember ever having such reservations. Perhaps I was getting old and past it.
On a settee I saw that Anne was already sitting on a stout weapon, the owner of which I could not see, willing it into her well prepared rose hole. She had been so delightful in the acceptance of that route to lovemaking that I believed she preferred it to any other way. She offered me a smiled invitation to take advantage of her pussy or her mouth. I declined both. The moue she made with her lips, however, translated into a broad smile as another man approached and fell enthusiastically upon her. I wondered if she would be satisfied with only two cocks. She was, I knew, voracious and had a letch for numerous cocks, probably she was casting around for another to fill her mouth and two more, undoubtedly, to grasp in her hands and wank off. Had it been anatomically possible she would also have a rigid cock squeezed as well between her large tits. Such greed for cock was not something I actively endorsed but in this instance I had to admit she looked wonderfully lascivious and very happy so why not?
I continued on towards the music centre where, setting up mood tracks designed to soothe and yet to heighten intimacy, I was accosted by Louise whom, I was glad to see, had managed to free herself entirely from the horribly restraining inhibitions that had so marred her life. She, I always considered as a special case and so relented and turned towards her. She was keeping herself in great trim, her stomach flat, her breasts small but pert and her thighs perfectly rounded and without cellulite.
“Ah, beloved counsellor, as strong as ever, I see?” Her hand reached for my cock and I did nothing to prevent her grasping it firmly. It felt so delicious clamped in her cool moist hand. A slim and very attractive young blonde, it had been my pleasure to restore her to her husband as a lively sex-kitten. As a newly-wed she had been so thoroughly frightened of the cock that at first I had considered that she needed psychiatric treatment. She had viewed all aspects of sex as being disgusting and dirty. With kid gloves I had nurtured her to an understanding by careful degrees and only after several weeks of painstaking instruction had I been able to touch her without her flinching. Slowly she came to understand and then enjoy the pleasures derived from her own body and when, finally, I had been able to introduce her to my cock she viewed it not with horror but with curiosity. Her first touches had been so light that I might have been stroked by gossamer. But it was that first touch that had opened the flood-gates of her passion and within another fortnight I had introduced her to all forms of fucking such that she became a voracious hellion and demanded more than even I could give. It had been a great pleasure to instruct her and I was not about to disturb her sensibilities by refusing her the cock that had brought her out.
“How is your husband, Louise?”
“Oh, very well, darling. He’s under Anna at the moment.” Her husky voice had always brought me out in goose pimples.
“You are enjoying life, then?”
“Never better, my love.”
Taking my acquiescence as read she now dropped to her knees and, caressing it with both hands, she took as much of my cock as she could between her lips and sucked avidly. I didn’t really want this but rejection would be churlish and could even be harmful to this delightful girl so eagerly exciting me with her exquisite mouth. I stood passively looking down into her bright green eyes while she worked on me. Something in me had, like a switch, been tripped and sent my mental circuits into freefall as I fixed my mind’s eye on Kathleen. I imagined it was her lips sucking me.
“Aaaah!” I was brought back to the immediate by my cum beginning to boil in my balls. I struggled with my hands and eventually clasped them tightly behind my head to prevent me from grasping Louise’s head tightly and plunging my cock in an out of her mouth. It was an almost overwhelming need, possibly even a cruelty and I knew not why. I strained against the desire and, at last, my passions reached their pinnacle and with a harsh bellow my cum erupted into her mouth in hot injections. Stream after stream gushed down her throat and I shivered in my whole length as the last of it burst forth from me. I emptied myself with a deliberate effort, wanting this to be over as quickly as possible. I knew that I should have lingered with such a beautiful woman and in the normal course of events I would have done but now, after lifting Louise to her feet and thanking her quickly, I hurried away as soon as decency permitted and flung myself impatiently through the doors.
Down the stairs I hastened with desperation in my step and into the cellar where I found Kathleen just as I had left her, in the unremitting embrace of the chastity belt. She had turned her head at my entrance and greeted me with a tired smile. I bent low and kissed her full and long and lingering on the lips. She returned it with interest and our tongues intertwined passionately. Reluctantly I withdrew and with abject apologies began to release her from her bondage. She remained silently watching me and in her eyes I saw love and desire.
Re
leasing the belt I let it fall to the floor as I asked solicitously, “Can you stand?”
“Y… yes … I think so.” She clung sweetly to me.As soon as she was able to walk I guided her towards the stairs. We climbed silently up two more flights. That night I broke the last rule of my counsellorship and we slept together peacefully in my bed in each other’s arms.
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