by Jay Merson
Her fingers teased lightly as they circled his pulsing shaft, the bright red nails glowing with a wicked sensuality. She wanked him slowly, rolling the foreskin first up over the glans and then back down to stretch it tightly along the thick shaft. Gaining in confidence, Kate sighed and moaned softly, as if in awe of his huge size and inflating his ego. She delighted in his low moaning of appreciation and the way his cock throbbed in response. She moved her head down, close to the tip of his cock and kissed it lightly. Her wide moon-like eyes looked up at him in a sensual teasing of sheer wanton tantalisation.
"Bitch," he grunted excitedly.
Her head moved side-to-side, smearing the blow of pre-lubrication with her lips and spreading it over and around his velvety glans. It felt so natural, so easy and so bloody thrilling. The way her husband was shifting his hips and moaning, his hands were gasping at the quilt in his pleasure, his face was screwed up in a mask of ecstasy and that added to her arousal.
She kissed and licked, curling her tongue around and under the head, snake-like and confident now the wet, warm tongue licked and teased. Kate used the very tip of her tongue now, moving it over the bulbous head and started as she reached the eyehole. Her husband's whole body tensed and he cried out in pleasure as the little hole was lightly touched. Kate drilled the very tip of her tongue into the tiny whole and jerked back in reaction as it hit her.
Warm and thick, salty and heavy were her initial reactions as his sperm jetted partly into her mouth and partly onto her chin and lips. Excited spurts of amazing force that shot out and continued as his cock jerked in excited spasms. She marvelled at the feel and sight of it. Visions of the man in the barn came to her, of the ladies of the Clan. The girls, the leather clad girls with a man - her husband even. At that thought she came. An orgasm of such force that her legs stiffed to straighten, her back arched and she screamed. Her hand squeezed his cock hard as her body shook in convulsions of deep delight, the delightful tremors jerking her slim frame violently until she was fully sated.
Chapter 5
Anna was more hesitant. She had tried oral sex once in the past, with a boy before she met he husband. It had done little for her then and she hadn't seriously considered it since. Watching Pauline though had rekindled thoughts of it. Back then; she admitted to herself, it had been her own inexperience and clumsiness that had made it a less than wonderful experience. Having seen the way Pauline had literally devoured the man's cock, so greedily and so expertly. She resolved to try again and to see if she could gain some satisfaction from it.
Her husband would be a wrong choice. He would both be suspicious and uncooperative, he found the whole subject of oral sex disgusting and unmentionable.
Anna sat then at her kitchen table, her elbows resting wide and both hands holding the peeled banana. She began by kissing it lovingly, the tip and the underside. Her eyes closed as she imagined it was a cock, a hard and stiff cock like the man in the barn had had. Her lips parted slightly, trailing over and under the shaft of the banana, her breathing increased as the fruit and her fantasy became more real and sexual.
She was mewing now, her head tilting to the side as her long wet, tongue licked and lapped all around the firm shaft. Anna found her clitoris responding, wonderful little spears of tingling sensations rippled through her to end deep down in her vulva. She was panting, her mouth open and her lips dragging sensually over the firm surface. Beneath and over the tip of the fruit, her soft lips closed over the end for the very first time. She was wet, her pussy responding to her thoughts. It was a real cock now in her mind, a throbbing hard cock that wanted her body. Her mouth slid down to take almost the full length of it into her soft cavern. Her paused there and then slowly drew back up the shaft just as Pauline had done.
Back and forth her head bobbed, gripping the shaft lightly on the way back up and loosening her lips as she plunged down on it. She was lost now in a heady world of pumping sexual arousal. She gripped her thighs beneath the table to ease the pulsing ache in her clitoris. Her nipples were hard and she was panting, gasping as she slid her mouth back and forth on the cock-like banana.
She imagined the man tensing and coming, of spurting his come into her mouth. Anna's body locked rigid and she uttered a muffled cry. A thunderous set of surges passed though her entire body. Her legs stiffened beneath the table, parting and stretching wide in ecstasy as the pumping feelings tugged at her insides. She was ramming the banana into her mouth with a wild enthusiasm now as her peak was finally reached. She bit hard on the banana and came, her body shuddering slowly to a soft and warm feeling of completeness.
Ann opened her eyes slowly and started in shocked surprise at the face at the window. The milkman, her regular milkman, was peering in from the window by the back door. His mouth was open and eyes staring wide, his face a mask of shocked disbelief.
***
It was a daytime meeting at the barn, an informal gathering of the Clan with no sexual activity planned. The aim was to discuss activities to date and to give everyone the opportunity to voice their opinions on the initial start of the plan. Drink, white wine and sandwiches had been provided by all of the women contributing and all were sharing them in huge quantities.
"All this sexual activity has given me an appetite," Pauline giggled and bit into a cheese and lettuce sandwich.
"We noticed the other night how hungry you get," Marinella quipped to bring much laughter from the others.
Pauline stood up from the bale of straw and jerked her hips, thrusting her pussy out in a lewd mimicry of sex. Her mouth was full of sandwich but her expression had the others in fits of giggles. As the mirth died down and the serious drinking began Sheila posed the question.
"So do I take it then that we are all pleased with the start we made to the Clan's activities?"
The response was a resounding "YES!"
All girls added their agreement and cheered loudly, and then the wine consuming started in earnest.
"When do we get our next chance?"Anna asked excitedly, "Pauline had hers the other night but...."
"Have an itch to scratch?" Kate asked raising her eyebrows knowingly to bring around of laughter from the others.
"Too bloody true I do, now when?"
Sheila sipped annoyingly slowly at her drink to increase the tension then broke a huge smile, "Tomorrow night soon enough?"
The girls were on their feet jumping up and down in delight and squealing excitedly. The communal sexual excitement flooded through them all. The Clan was gaining ground and growing in strength.
***
Kate was the bait; she had volunteered to be that and had dressed for the role. The tight Lycra skirt pulled across her hips and backside to clearly show the shape of her beneath and to leave little to the imagination. The red blouse both clashed yet complimented the black skirt to add to the 'come on' look she had worked hard to achieve.
Indecently short, the tiny skirt displayed her legs and slender thighs to perfection. The high-heeled shoes that she wore shaped and honed them to a shapely appearance of sheer attraction. Her painted lips and face, her hair styled and pulled back off one side of her face completed her teasing look.
She wiggled her backside provocatively as she walked out of the large shopping centre and onto the pedestrian footbridge that spanned the main road below.
Into the multi-storey car park and down through the levels to the ground floor he followed her. Hanging back a way but close enough to let her know that he was there and for her to indicate that she wasn't happy with his attentions. The suited man was young and good looking, just as she had selected. It was her choice and she had made it, younger men appealed to her far more than the older types.
Outside the car park Kate paused at the back of the van. She checked that he could clearly see her and then hoisted her skirt up over her hips and climbed into the back of the van. She waited, one door open in invitation and within a minute his smiling face appeared at the entrance.
"Join me?" she invit
ed and beckoned to him with a wiggling finger.
He stepped up into the back of the van, stooping to adjust his height to the low ceiling. At that moment the other women pounced, the back door slammed shut and the van sped away - in the direction of the barn.
***
In the first wooden stall of the barn, the young man stood naked and bound. His arms were pulled out to the sides and stretched tightly by ropes attached to the tops of the stall sides. His feet likewise were stretched and tied at the ankles and his cock hung down limply between his thighs. He was blindfolded but the gag had now been removed from his mouth. His body trembled in his fearful silence; the man dared not speak for fear of what he might hear in response.
The girls stood around him in silence, looking to Anna, the chosen one of the night to begin the proceedings. Beneath the mask her lips were parted and her cheeks flushed in excitement. Her breathing was rapid and her breasts rose and fell with the movements of her chest, the leather-covered mounds glinting in the overhead light. She raised the crop above her shoulder, pausing to compose herself and then lashed down hard across his buttocks.
"Unnnh!" she uttered as she lashed him, a bolt of sensation shooting through her body to end down in her pussy. His screams added to the thrill and she lashed again, swinging into the blow with all the force she could muster. Six hard lashes she laid on the fit young man's body before pausing in her thrashing of him.
They all felt it, the surges of high excitement and sexual thrill as his hips jerked forward under the impact. It looked wonderful to see his slim muscular body tense and shudder but best of all was the fact that his cock began to harden and to rise. It twitched at first and then thickened to stand out straight; it throbbed and pulsed, rising to a firm hardness that stuck up from his body at an angle. Thick and long with a big bulbous head the cock was engorged with pumping blood flowing into it in his excitement. It looked darker in colour, a purple hue to it as it strained the foreskin tightly and seemingly painfully back along its length.
Anna dropped the crop to the floor, her hand slipping in between his thighs from the back to cup his balls. She was more confident now, so unlike the usually reserved and proper Anna that they all knew. She was a commanding dominatrix with a deep lust for sex and a wicked streak present within her. She was in total command and that simply oozed from her as she pressed her body against his back and continued of her fondling of his balls. Her free hand slipped around under his arm to pinch and stroke at his firm nipples, her hands roaming his broad hairless chest to tease and to excite. For many minutes she groped him in the heavy and sexually charged atmosphere that existed in the barn before breaking of and stepping around to his front.
"Did you like that?" she asked her voice thick and low, portraying her high level of excitement.
"That part yes but..."
Marinella lashed hard at his buttocks with her crop to bring a startled yelp of pain from the man.
"Just answer yes or no?" Anna repeated with a hint of irritation sounding in her tone.
"Yes."
"And would you like more?"
"I’d like more of the touching yes."
He screamed as the crop cut down again, this time on the soft, tender backs of his thighs. The man went into a series of body jerking convulsions as he coped with the searing pain and he screamed again as that pain burned deeply down into his flesh.
"Dear me," Anna scolded, "You don't seem to learn very quickly do you, Yes or no?"
"Yes, yes!"
She paused and then extended her hand, resting his pulsing erection in the palm of her hand. She weighed it reverently, lovingly and then circled her fingers around it and closed them.
He came instantly, his cock jerking to pump his excited seed out over the wrist and arm in forceful little spurts.
"Oh dear," Anna said calmly and released her grip on him, "guess you will just have to suffer now."
He screamed again, a pained wailing of deep misery as all of the women laughed aloud and then silence returned to the barn. A heavy silence, filled with sexually charged lust of revenge and malice.
***
They had left him bound in the stall but had added a thick woollen scarf around his head to dull his hearing whilst they held a discussion. At the far side of the barn Sheila kept her voice low as she addressed the girls.
"We are learning as we go along and tonight served to show that one man at a time simply isn't enough."
"Hallelujah," Pauline quipped. "Been thinking that myself. One man at a time means four whole meetings before we get a turn at....well, to get a good fuck."
The others nodded and muttered their agreement. Sheila was thoughtful for a moment and then suggested.
"Okay. What we can do then is this. The farm manager, despite the pain he suffered, loved the session and would come back for more at a simple phone call. I suggest we do that with all of them, offer them a repeat visit, by invitation naturally. That way we can build a pool to choose from, ready and willing cocks to use but still add to that pool as we go along. Each night that the Clan meets then we could have one each."
"Sounds brilliant," Kate stated.
"Okay then, for tonight we wait a while and then get this little shit hard again. We might as well make use of him now that he is here. Then for the next few times we add to the pool and keep adding until we feel that we have enough. Agreed?"
"Can this one be invited to join the pool?" Kate asked hopefully.
"Not invited," Sheila said, "more shall we say...Induced?"
Their spirits had risen and hopefully the man's cock would have also.
"The farm manager," Pauline asked as the group of women began to break up and move back toward the man, "Got your mobile phone with you?"
***
There was one man in each of the first two stalls. The farm manager was seated on a bale of straw, his back against the wall of the stall and his legs spread wide, pulled apart by the connecting ropes. His bound wrists were pulled up above his head and his arms stretched painfully to angle his body back slightly.
Marinella was on her knees between his thighs sucking hungrily on his cock whilst Kate and Sheila watched in silent awe and envy. Her head bobbed urgently as her mouth plunged up and down on his stiff cock, she was moaning and mewing between loud sucking noises as she took her pleasure. Her growing arousal was obvious not only in the enthusiasm with which she was sucking the man, but by the way her hips were squirming to rub her tight suit against her pussy.
Pauline recognised the fact, she knew her friend well and as any woman knows, another woman approaching orgasm is an erotic sight indeed. Her body pulsed with pounding sexual thrill and excitement. Her pussy was wet and in need, the sight of her leather-clad friend's kneeling body and the man's moaning of delight became too much for her. She eased forward, slipping the tip of her riding crop between the tops of Marinella's thighs to tease at her pussy lips through the leather covering.
Marinella responded by wriggling her backside and easing her knees farther apart. The girl shifted her hips and moaned as the tip of the hard crop rubbed back and forth along her and over her slit, her moans becoming more urgent by the second. Her free hand slipped down between her legs, pulled at the covering flap of the suit and pulled away to bare her pussy.
Sheila and Kate gasped as one as the tip of the crop resumed its teasing rubbing over the puffy lips of Marinella's naked pussy. They gasped again as the tip of the crop pushed inside to rest in the soft moist inner lips, an erotic sight indeed, one leather-clad girl touching another as she sucked a man's cock with a fervent and all consuming hunger.
The crop pushed a little further up inside and Marinella came at that moment. Her back bowed and her buttocks pushed back. Her knees spread wide to bring her groin and hips down lower in an animal-like pose of sheer lewd sexual need. Her head lifted and then threw back, thick globules of sperm spilling from her gaping mouth and trickling down her chin. Her whole body locked rigid, shaking then in a series
of gripping convulsions and then she wailed her pleasure loudly to the hayloft above.
In the first stall Anna was on her hands and knees, her body shaken by the rampant thrusting of the young man as he gripped her hips hard to pull her back onto him.
"Yes!" she hissed in deep need, "Yes, yes, yes!"
The others had known, had recognised it in her. They hadn't said a word on the subject but had left her alone with the man to take her first pleasure in private.
She was panting heavily, her expression set as her orgasm began to build. She pushed back against him, greedily meeting each of his brutal inward thrusts and urging him faster and harder into her. As though she had been starved for years she thrust back hard, her mouth gaping in a silent pleading for her climax to arrive.
He was sweating, pounding his hips hard against her leather-clad buttocks as his own climax built. His youthful body, muscular and so strong smashed hard against her body in an urgent race toward his peak.
Anna was lost now in a heady and misty world of true sexual bliss. Her head nodded acceptance of the pre-waves of near orgasm. So lost was she that she didn't notice the other women filing silently into the stall to stand watching her in the deepest of sexual pleasure.
"My Christ," Marinella whispered to Kate, "Thought I was greedy but her, she rewrites the book on sexual famine."
The scream that reverberated around the confines of the stall made the ears crackle. A high-pitched wailing of deep animal lust and satisfaction as her body went into spasm, jerking and shaking as the orgasm tore through her. Her arms buckled and her face rested on the floor now as the man continued to pound hard into her trembling body. His head threw back and a gurgle escaped his open mouth as she shot his load deep up inside her warm body. The man gripped her hips hard as his strokes slowed, pumping in and out and moaning in pleasure as he savoured his own orgasm.