SAVAGE DESIRES: BUNDLE
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She still wore the high heels because Ted insisted. She was getting more and more unsteady on them. This time it was time for a different kind of kissing. The men had their cocks out. She went down on her knees in front of Bobby first, licking and sucking his prick. Bobby’s prick was actually bigger than all the others, a thick, healthy hunk of meat that sprang up and hit her hard in the face and choked her when she sucked it between her legs.
She moved on to Kip and then Jim, and then to the familiar cock of Ted and finally to Rick. Her husband was last and she was surprised to find him as hard as he had been when he was a youth.
“This is really making you hot,” she said, and he groaned as she sucked him.
Kissing Beth was one thing, but now she saw the little redhead had pulled her skirt back to her waist and her panties down to her ankles. She spread her legs and Rena looked quickly at Ted, hoping for compassion. There was no compassion there. With a miserable shrug, she sank down on her knees and put her face between Beth’s thighs. She tried to give Beth’s pussy a quick kiss, but Beth’s strong thighs closed around her head and Beth hunched forward in her chair so that Rena felt her face smashed into Beth’s pussy. She couldn’t escape.
“Come on, lick it,’ Beth said. “Lick my pussy.”
She wasn’t going to be allowed to go free until she did so Rena pushed her tongue into the other woman’s cunt, licking at her and tasting her juices. It seemed to last forever and the men started laughing, even her husband. And her husband was gently stroking his reddened cock.
“Time to pay the piper,” Ted said. “Come here, bitch.”
She stood up and went to where Ted stood at the bar.
“Turn around and bend over the table,” Ted said. “Elbows down, ass high.”
She turned and positioned herself on the table as Ted had instructed. Ted kicked her legs a little further apart. He closed in behind her and pressed his cock against her pussy.
At least it was her pussy. She remembered what he had said about her ass.
He pushed forward and thrust his prick into her slick cunt. She gasped for breath. He gave her a few deep strokes and then he pulled out of her.
“Your turn, Bobby. “
Bobby pressed behind and quickly thrust into her. He gave her a couple of strokes and then stepped aside for Kip. It was the ultimate humiliation as all five of the boys in the band took turns thrusting into her pussy.
Then Ted grabbed her by the hair and pulled her up off the table.
“Hands and knees,” he said.
She fell to her knees on the hard wooden floor and then put her hands on the floor. In a doggy style position on the floor Ted stood behind her again and thrust his hard cock into her pussy.
Kip walked around to her head and she knew what was desired. She opened her mouth obediently and took his cock inside. Out of the corner of her eye, she could see Beth underneath the table sucking on her husband’s cock.
The bitch, Rena thought.
But then she didn’t have time to think about much as both men started fucking her hard. Kip was making her gag and she felt as if Ted was thrusting into her belly. She wondered why she was so willing to allow herself to be used this way. She was learning things about herself she had never known.
Ted took his prick out of her and his brother Rick took his place, fucking her deep and hard. It was a tag team process. Rick fucked her for a few minutes and then he stepped aside for Jim, and then Bobby came around and took Jim’s place and Rick’s cock was in her mouth.
She felt like such a slut.
She came for the first time with Bobby in her mouth and Jim in her pussy. It wasn’t earth shattering, but it was nice, and she immediately felt desire growing in her again as Bobby gasped and then his cum began filling her mouth and dripping out onto her chin. Rick took his place in her mouth almost as soon as she stopped swallowing Bobby’s seed. Jim pounded her harder, rocking her forward with every thrust. He came quickly, thrusting into her again and pumping her rapidly until all his cum has poured into her. Jim came around to her head as Rick filled her pussy, and she licked Jim’s cock clean.
“Hot damn,” Rick said, “Oh hot damn.”
Harder and harder into her and she came a second time, and this time threatened to tear off the top of her head. She couldn’t stop shaking. Jim’s cock grew bigger inside her, and he grabbed her hanging tits as he thrust into her one last time and his cum started spurting. He took his cock out of her before he was finished and walked around and smeared some of it against her face and lips.
But her pussy was quickly filled again as Kip thrust into her. It was impossible, but the heat was filling her belly again and she pushed back against his thrusting cock. Kip cried out, and thrust into her a last time and his cream started filling her. Her pussy was wet and dripping cum. The taste was thick in her mouth and along her cheek. She felt as if she had bathed in it.
And there was still Ted.
Ted slapped her in the face with his cock a few times and then he lifted her to her feet. She was very tired and sore. Ted moved her over to the table.
“Bend over again,” Ted said. “It’s time for your virgin ass.”
“Please don’t do this,” she said
“You have to pay the piper,” he said.
“It’s going to hurt,” she protested.
“It will,” he said. “But it’s physical pain and not nearly as painful as you hurt us.”
“Please,” she said.
“Face down on the table,” he said. “Spread your cheeks for me.”
She could have said no. Her husband could have refused. But her husband was standing nearby with a silly grin on his face and his now limp, well, sucked cock, hanging out of his trousers. All the other boys in the band were watching with sated smiles. Even Beth was licking her lips.
She turned around again and stretched out with her tits smashed flat against the table. She reached around pulled her ass cheeks apart so everyone could clearly see the small, pink puckered hole.
Ted eased his finger in her pussy and came away with juices he rubbed around her asshole. He made her jump as he worked a finger into her ass. He moved his finger in and out, loosening her up a little. It was definitely not enough.
He pulled his finger out and then leaned forward and pressed his cock against her tiny hole. It hurt all ready. She squirmed a little. He pressed harder.
“Don’t,” she said. “Please don’t.”
“Give her ass a reaming,” Beth whispered.
“Yes,’ Bobby said.
The others gathered around. They also voiced a chorus of yes, yes, yes as Ted pressed a little harder. She squirmed and tried to get away. It did hurt.
“Grab her,” Ted commanded.
Beth grabbed one of her arms and her own husband grabbed the other. They stretched her arms out painfully wide and she couldn’t move without breaking one of them. Ted was back at her ass.
“No,” she screamed. “No, that hurts.”
“Sing for me, baby, Ted said. “Sing a song for me.”
He pushed harder. His cock was tearing her apart. She started to pull away but they tightened the grip on her arms.
“It hurts,” she said. “It fucking hurts. Please stop.”
“I guess you won’t be known as a tight-assed bitch anymore,” Bobby said.
The chorus continued, their voices getting louder. She couldn’t scream over them anymore. Ted was still pushing. It took forever, but his cock finally popped through the outer ring of her asshole, and then slipped inside only a little way.
She screamed in pain, but there was no mercy for her. Ted pushed again and his fat cock slipped deeper inside her. One more shoves and he was halfway in. She was pinned by his cock and the weight on her back. There was no escape.
Ted kept shoving His prick went deeper. One more shove and she cried out in anguish, but he was in her completely.
“Now just relax, Rena, baby,” he said “The worst part is over.”
> She knew she was going to die. She knew she would never be able to relax. But he stayed inside her without moving and slowly she started to get used to the pressure. They let go of her arms and let her find a more comfortable position.
“Yeah, now it’s good,” Ted said.
He gave her a few more minutes and then he began to fuck her ass, He went slowly and she was glad. The pressure was intense. She didn’t know how long he fucked her but he finally gave into his own needs and he started thrusting a little harder and faster. His prick grew inside her ass and she felt him leaking and then he gave one last hard thrust. He grunted and his prick started jumping inside her ass, spraying her insides with his cum.
He left his cock inside her a few moments longer and then he slowly pulled out of her. It was over. She felt half dead. She also felt as if she had come from the inside out.
“Payment in full,” Ted said.
The evening wasn’t over. Her husband had brought her clothes and there was a shower in the back. She showered and dressed in some comfortable sweats and found that Ted had sent out for food. They sat at a table eating fried chicken and drinking red wine and beer, and laughing and talking about old times just like she hadn’t been bent over a table getting fucked in the ass only a few minutes before.
She actually enjoyed herself, and when the band brought out the instruments, it was really like old times. She sang with them and the music was sweet and the evening pleasant.
Her husband rode in the taxi cab back to her hotel. He kissed her hotly on the way and when they reached the hotel, he went down on her with a hunger she hadn’t felt in him for a long while.
He brought her to a sweet, warm orgasm with his tongue and they drifted off to sleep in each other’s arms. Just before sleep overtook her, she thought of what the next day might bring, and she wondered when she would once more receive a summons from the boys in the band.
For certain, when the summons came, she and her husband would come running.
SAFARI HEAT
It was so incredibly hot.
Lady Josephine Samuels fanned herself as she sat on the veranda of the Gilbert Plantation House and looked across the wide, empty fields of newly planted tea. Somewhere beyond the field, her husband, Lord Samuels, was hunting wild boar in the company of his friend, John Gilbert.
She could not understand how anyone, especially her stiff, reserved, and sometimes stuffy husband, could find satisfaction in shooting at animals. Of course, Lord Samuels had fought in the Great War, or at least he tended to brag about his military experiences. Her own suspicion was that he had never gotten anywhere near the front lines. He was a Lord, after all, and Lords generally did not shed their own blood.
Unlike his friend, John Gilbert.
Even thinking about John Gilbert made Josephine feel flush.
From their very first meeting at the train station, John Gilbert intimidated her. He was unlike any man she had ever known. The men in her own social circle were soft, pampered, some even smelling of sweet perfume. They were at home in any social setting. They knew how to walk and talk, and which silverware to use. They had manners.
John Gilbert was in his thirties, a muscular looking man with broad shoulders, shaggy blond hair, and piercing green eyes. Her small, delicate hand was swallowed in his at their handshake, and in one brief moment, his eyes swept up and down as if he could see through her clothes.
She realized immediately that all the wild animals weren’t in the jungle.
A young girl brought Josephine tea and she welcomed it. How they kept tea cold, she didn’t understand, for there was no ice. But the drink was refreshing. She had taken only a sip or two when she spied the men returning across the field.
John Gilbert led the possession, his head a few inches above those men who walked around him. She couldn’t see her husband, but she wasn’t alarmed until they got close, and she could tell Lord Samuels wasn’t with them.
“What’s happened?” she asked, in alarm.
“Nothing to worry about,” John Gilbert assured her. “Lord Samuels stepped into a ditch and twisted his ankle badly. He won’t be getting around very well for a while.”
“You left him out there,” she said.
He shook his head, and grinned. “Of course not, but he was closer to town. We took him to Doctor May’s. He’ll spend the night there and we’ll use the jeep to pick him up in the morning.”
“I should go to him,” she insisted.
He shook his head. “The doctor gave him something to sleep and he won’t know if you’re there or not. Besides, the roads around here aren’t the best. It’s better in daylight.”
She knew what he said made sense, but she suddenly had a true fear of spending the night alone in the plantation house with John Gilbert. Of course, there were servants about.
“You’ll be perfectly safe,” John said, as if he knew what she was thinking.
She still wasn’t sure about that, but there was nothing she could do but agree. She told him she was going to go upstairs and lie down for a while before supper. In her room she stripped off her outer clothing and stretched out on the bed in just her chemise. The fan on the celling turned slowly and gave some breeze, but she was still not used to the heat.
It was odd, though. The days were suffocating but the evenings would get chilly, and during the night, covers were often needed. Not that she slept well because outside there always seemed to be strange sounds. Early on, her husband had suggested she go with them on one of the overnight trips. Women, even Ladies, sometimes went on Safari. She would be safe enough in one of the big safari tents. She had refused. It was bad enough knowing there were wild animals around the house at night, but in a tent she would have been terrified.
She slept a little because the next thing she knew the servant girl was knocking on her door. The tiny sliver of a girl stepped into the room, and helped Josephine remove her chemise. In the adjoining room was a tub full of luxurious soapy water and even though the water was not really warm, it felt good to sink down into it.
She stayed in the tub until the bubbles were gone and then the young serving girl carefully dried her off. In the beginning the girl had made several comments about her thick black hair between her legs and the fullness of her breasts, especially her large brown nipples. Josephine had always been embarrassed by her nipples.
Wearing a clinging gown at a society party was not a time for her nipples to become hard and show off so spectacularly, but it had often happened. It seemed no amount of padding could hide them.
The girl helped her into her chemise and her dress. She knew her choice of outfit would be considered old-fashioned in some circles. Fashion had changed since the war. Hemlines were shorter. Josephine still clung to the past. A person still had to have standards.
Downstairs there were only two places set at the wide table.
“The Captain will be down in a moment,” the servant girl said.
“Why do you call him the Captain?” she asked.
The girl looked at her stupidly. “Because he is.”
It was no answer but she had long ago given up trying to get a straight answer out of most of the servants. It was either that there was a huge language barrier or they were simply stupid. Or that they pretended stupidity to keep from answering. She suspected it was the latter.
John Gilbert stepped into the room and said something in a language she couldn’t understand, although she recognized some of the words as Dutch. John wore a white suit and high, polished black boots. His presence seemed to fill the room. Again, it was like being in a room with a wild animal. Josephine felt her heart pounding as she looked at them.
“I’ve asked for something special tonight,” he said. “I think you’ll enjoy it.”
She sat at the table and immediately realized her nipples were rock hard and he was admiring them. She wanted to run from the room, but somehow she kept herself seated. She couldn’t help the blush that burned her face. He looked amused.
“Thank you for taking care of him,” Josephine said.
“I hope I can take good care of you as well,” he said.
His expression was innocent but there was innuendo in his words. It hung over like a dark threat as the meal was served. It was some kind of duck but it was prepared in a way she had never tasted before. She liked it, and it had a spicy bite that went well with the red wine served. She found herself having more of the wine than she usually did.
Added to that was the presence of John Gilbert. There was an intensity in him she had never felt from any other man. It was almost overwhelming. It left her feeling breathless. With her husband sitting at their table in the evenings, he had obviously been restrained, but now his real forceful personality shown through. Sometime during the evening he moved his chair improperly close, and he poured her wine, and touched her hand a couple of times.
And he made her laugh with stories of his life.
“Why do they call you Captain?” she asked. “Were you in the Army?”
“Oh yes,” he said. “It’s where I made the acquaintance of Lord Samuel.”
‘You mean you fought alongside him?” she asked.
Gilbert shook his head. “Oh, no, Lady Samuels. He commanded a battalion of paper pushers back in the rear. He never got his hands dirty. I met him because I was wounded and in the rear for a while.”
She nodded. It was what she had always expected.
What she did not expect was when he leaned over and kissed her. It was not the kind of kiss she had come to expect from her husband. John Gilbert kissed her passionately, and with even a thrust of his tongue between her lips. She drew her head back, and looked at him in amazement.
“That’s not proper,” she said stupidly.
“I’m not a proper man,” he said.
He kissed her again, more savagely. Later, she was to tell herself that he had forced himself upon her, but there was no force involved. At the second kiss, she was kissing him back, and opening her mouth to receive his tongue. Kissing like this was different. She had heard of it, but never practiced it, but now she wondered why she had never done it before.