by James Crow
‘You’ve done this before,’ she said as I tugged on the rope’s tails.
‘Many times,’ I said.
‘Help me with the girls,’ she said.
I helped lift Chantel so she could reach the hand-holds on the chains hanging from the bar, and she hung there, the long ends of the ropes trailing to the floor. Kirsty was next, lifted up onto the hand-holds, the ends of her ropes trailing to the floor. Jocelyn took up the ends, crossed them over, and tied the ends of her own ropes to the centre.
Now it was Emma’s turn to step up. Jocelyn told her to lose her bikini bottoms and step over the crossed-over ropes.
And now I knew what the pulley system was for as Jocelyn attached the hook to the rope around her tits and pulled on the ratchet chain. The central hand-hold chain lowered as the ropes beneath my wife started to rise. With wide eyes and an unsure smile, my gorgeous wife reached for the hand-hold above her and, as Jocelyn walked backwards, taking the strain, all of the ropes tightened.
Chantel, on the left, was hanging there with her muscles straining as the rope around her tits tightened. Kirsty, on the right, was doing the same, gripping the hand-hold tight in both hands, feet swaying as the rope around her tits tightened and, as Jocelyn moved slowly backwards, tugging on the ratchet chain, the rope around her tits tightening, my gorgeous naked wife was raised from the ground as the crossed-over ropes formed a seat for her ass.
I didn’t need telling to ditch my swimming trunks. But what I hadn’t counted on was a final set of ropes as Mich arrived and tied my hands behind my back.
Suki was getting it all on film – Chantel and Kirsty hanging there, taking the strain, their stretched tits a deep purple. Jocelyn standing at the rear, leaning back, taking the strain, her tits as purple as her basque. And my grinning wife, raised off the ground, just at the perfect height for a fucking. We had our very own human sex swing, and that these girls could take the weight – the strain – with just their tits was quite incredible, not to mention horny as fuck. My dick was straining too.
‘Your pussy awaits, sir,’ Jocelyn said.
I stepped on up, leant into my wife and kissed her on the lips. ‘Happy birthday again,’ I said.
‘Fuck me, sweetheart,’ she said, ‘before any of these tits give way.’
Not so easy with my hands tied behind my back, but I got it – I couldn’t interfere with the ropes.
I nudged the end of my dick at my wife’s pouting pussy and pushed inside, the slightest movement and the rope swing was moving – and so were Chantel and Kirsty – every thrust had them gritting their teeth. Every backswing had Jocelyn grunting and pulling back. What an absolute fucking blast, the weirdest fuck I’d ever had, but Christ it was good. So good, it felt like I was fucking four at once as hisses and grunts sounded loud and my wife moaned for me, her cunt so wet and willing.
‘Harder!’ she said, ‘fucking bang me harder, husband!’
I thrust into her and banged her hard, flesh slapping against flesh as her arms took the strain on the hand-hold, forcing her tits together, her beautiful tits. I could hold back no more, picked up the pace, and fucked her like a jackhammer as the tight ropes trembled.
I was coming, and I realised Suki was too, the girl was sitting on the floor now, one hand pointing the camera and the other hand between her legs.
‘Harder!’ Emma yelled and my gaze shot back to her. I slammed her so hard the metal framework rocked and both Chantel and Kirsty cried out in pain. It was wonderful. So fucking wonderful as I filled my wife up and she came hot and gushing all around my cock.
I staggered back as Jocelyn lowered the pulley and the hanging girls puffed and panted, my wife a molten mess on the floor.
I wanted my hands untied but Mich insisted on cleaning me up first, dropped to her knees and sucked my cock into her mouth, the dirty bitch. I was too stunned and exhausted to object, and my wife could only smile as Suki helped her to her feet.
‘Bravo!’ shouted Caran. Her and Chris were on their feet applauding.
My cock was cleaned, hands untied, and Emma fell into my arms.
‘You know how they say don’t try this at home,’ she said, ‘well, I think we should.’
Emma
It was time for a break, and those poor girls deserved it, their tits were almost black by the time they were untied. All three girls disappeared inside to prepare for their next act; the platform and the framework were cleared away, the soothing classical music returned, and I jumped into the pool, followed by my husband.
Caran brought us each a glass of champagne.
‘That went well,’ she said.
I thanked her and told her it was amazing.
‘I can’t imagine how they’ll top that,’ Jonathon said.
Caran tapped her nose, ‘Magic!’ she said before walking away.
Suki took a break from filming and joined us in the pool with a splash.
‘This best holiday ever,’ she said.
It was great to see her so happy.
‘It really is,’ I said and threw my arms around my husband’s neck. ‘Thank you, Mr Gold.’
‘If there’s to be any more audience participation,’ he said, ‘we should let Suki have a go.’
‘Wow, really?’ she asked. ‘And would you film it?’
‘Of course,’ I said, ‘it would be my pleasure.’
Jonathon
Break over and we were joined by ten of Caran’s girls, all of us, including Caran and Chris, sat around the pool with our legs dangling in the warm water. It was almost dark now, and the spotlights had been turned up bright.
Mich appeared first, with a microphone which she plugged into the organ.
‘Ladies and gentlemen,’ she said, her sweet voice coming out loud. ‘Are you ready for more?’
Cheers went up all round.
‘Then please give it up for our titillating trio!’
Jocelyn appeared first from behind the screen, dressed only in thin leather strapping, which criss-crossed her figure – similar to something Emma liked to wear back home. The girl’s tits and smooth pussy looked incredible. In her hands were half a dozen silver knives.
Chantel and Kirsty followed, similarly dressed in leather strapping. So much tit and pussy. Chantel and Kirsty were pushing a target board on wheels that had shackles attached to it.
‘Silence please as Jocelyn focuses,’ came Mich’s voice over the speakers. The crowd went silent and Emma’s hand slipped into mine as Kirsty shackled Chantel to the target board, sideways on, legs straight, arms high, her huge tits proud. Kirsty ran behind the screen and came back with balloons on strings. She tied one around Chantel’s nipple, then pushed a second between the girl’s ass cheeks.
Suki giggled at that.
‘Quiet please,’ Mich said.
Jocelyn took up a position at the side of the pool, a good twenty-five feet away from her target. I didn’t know whether to watch Jocelyn’s ass or the girl she was going to be throwing at.
‘Eyes front,’ Emma whispered in my ear.
I saw Jocelyn take a breath in, give a little nod, and she raised one arm, gripping a knife. A quiet drumroll came over the speakers, and then, a flash of swirling silver as the knife went flying.
It hit the board with a thud, but it missed the balloon tied to Chantel’s nipple, stopping instead just inches from the girl’s nose. Gasps went up from the crowd.
Another drumroll. Arm raised, and the knife went flying, thudding into the board, closer to the balloon this time but way too close to Chantel’s throat for my liking.
‘I don’t like this,’ Emma whispered.
I felt the same but didn’t say anything, just squeezed her hand that was still in mine.
The drumroll sounded for the third time, the knife went spinning through the air and the balloon popped with a bang and a thud as the blade stabbed into the board.
Cheers went up, soon silenced by Mich.
Chantel bent forward a little, the balloon bobbing from h
er ass cheeks.
The drumroll sounded, the knife swirled, and the balloon popped at the first attempt.
The redhead was released from her shackles. She took a bow to a round of applause and so did Jocelyn, but it wasn’t over yet. Kirsty appeared with another balloon. It was heavy, looked like it was filled with water. There was a clothes peg attached to its neck and it soon became apparent what was going to happen when Chantel stood with her back to the board and opened her legs. Kirsty pegged the balloon to the poor girl’s pussy lips, the weight of the balloon stretching them.
‘Wowee,’ Suki said, filming the action.
‘Oh, God,’ Emma said, ‘I don’t think I can watch.’
When Mich produced a blindfold and tied it around Jocelyn’s head, I wasn’t sure I could watch either.
‘Absolute quiet please,’ came Mich’s voice over the speakers.
Chantel looked worried. I wondered if she was acting, but then my eyes were on her stretched pussy lips and the heavy balloon hanging from them as the drumroll sounded.
Emma was squeezing my hand so tight and I was holding my breath as the knife went spinning through the air.
The balloon burst with a splash of water and the knife thudded into the board. Applause went up as all three girls took a bow.
‘Anybody brave enough to have a go?’ Mich asked.
Only Suki’s hand went up. I was afraid for her, for us. If anything went wrong I would never forgive myself. ‘Maybe not this one,’ I told her.
‘She’ll be perfectly safe,’ Caran said.
‘Please, Mr Gold,’ Suki said, holding out the camera for me.
I took it from her, hoping I wouldn’t regret this.
Suki didn’t seem worried at all as she went running to the front, applauded by everyone.
Kirsty appeared with another water-filled balloon, and soon Suki was standing against the board with her legs open and the balloon pegged to her pussy lips. Jesus Christ my heart was in my mouth as the blindfold was tied around Jocelyn’s head and the drumroll sounded.
I watched through the camera screen, Suki with her eyes closed tight. Didn’t see the throw, just heard the thud and the pop of the balloon. I captured Suki dancing with joy and the massive applause the crowd gave her.
‘And breathe,’ Emma said beside me.
‘Indeed,’ I said as Suki returned.
‘How was that?’ I asked her.
She giggled, whispered in my ear that she’d wet herself when the balloon popped. ‘But was cool as fuck,’ she said.
I handed the camera back with a smile.
‘Well done, Suki,’ Caran said, patting her arm.
Emma
I was a bundle of nerves after that. I’d heard before of these kinds of acts going wrong so I was relieved when Caran told me that Kirsty and her swallowing tricks was up next – no audience volunteers this time.
Kirsty sat at the opposite edge of the pool, glass of water in one hand. Chantel placed a bowl by her side that held a number of ping pong balls.
‘This could get messy,’ Jonathon said on a laugh.
Kirsty selected a ping pong ball, held it up for the crowd to see. I was a little disappointed when she popped it into her mouth instead of between her legs. She took a drink of water then showed us her empty mouth before patting her tummy and sicking the ball back into the glass.
A round of applause and a smile from Kirsty. I felt a bit sick if I’m honest.
‘Watch carefully,’ Kirsty said, ‘what I’m about to attempt is very difficult.’
The crowd was silenced. All eyes, and the camera, on Kirsty as she popped another ball into her mouth and washed it down with water. This time she rubbed her tummy instead of patting it, a look of fierce concentration on her face before she nodded, apparently satisfied. She placed the glass down, leaned back on her hands, opened her legs, and with a pop the ping pong ball came shooting from her pussy. Jonathon snatched it from the air to another round of applause.
‘That’s impossible,’ I said.
‘Maybe, but it looked good,’ said my grinning hubby.
Kirsty was grinning too as she popped another ball into her mouth, washed it down and stuffed another five balls in there, washing each one down. The girl’s face once again went into deep concentration as she rubbed her tummy for a very long time.
‘I’m ready,’ she said eventually, leaning back on her hands and spreading her legs wide.
With a grin on her face and a tightening of her tummy, a series of pops and five balls were fired from her pussy one after the other to much cheering from everyone.
‘Hold on,’ Kirsty said, ‘there’s one missing.’ She got to her feet, turned her back to us and bent over.
The ball came shooting out, towards me, and I caught it to an ear-splitting round of applause.
Kirsty took a bow before disappearing behind the screen.
‘How the hell did she do that?’ I said.
‘She already had balls up her cunt, and she’s behind that screen puking up the other balls,’ my wise old hubby said.
‘Hmm, probably,’ I said as Kirsty returned, dragging the big mallet from the gong behind her.
Jonathon laughed. ‘I have a feeling I know where that’s going,’ he said.
Chantel appeared with a big bottle of lube, smeared it over the end of the mallet, and Kirsty wasted no time in positioning it between her ass cheeks.
‘My God,’ I said as she puffed and panted and the long handle of the mallet – which was easily three foot in length – started working its way into her ass.
‘No way,’ I said as the first foot of handle went into her.
‘Jesus,’ Jonathon said as the second foot of wood disappeared.
And then she hovered, grunting, straining, making small movements with her hips as another inch or two went in.
‘That’s gotta hurt,’ Suki said, camera trained.
I held my breath and cringed for the girl as she lowered herself, lube running down the remainder of the handle.
And it seemed everyone else was holding their breath too, as, with a final grunt, the girl dropped to her haunches and the mallet’s handle was gone, up and into her, right up to the head of the mallet.
Gasps all around. I couldn’t believe it.
The girl slowly straightened up with just the mallet head visible between her ass cheeks. She took a small bow before waddling away behind the screen where we heard the sound of the gong being banged and everyone applauded as Kirsty came backflipping back into view, joining Jocelyn and Chantel. The trio took a bow before heading off for a break.
‘One last trick to come,’ Caran said, ‘and I guarantee, you’re in for a bloody treat!’
Jonathon
This whole thing was a bloody great treat. It was certainly giving me some ideas for our amenities back home, and I could see Emma’s mind working overtime, too, despite the amount of champagne we’d consumed.
And, despite the alcohol, sitting around the pool with all these naked girls was making me hornier than ever. The fact that my wife was stroking my cock wasn’t helping matters.
Michelle strolled by, topping up champagne glasses. She filled my glass slowly, her eyes on my cock.
‘Thanks,’ I said.
‘Anytime,’ she said, her eyes sparkling.
‘She loved it when you fucked her,’ Emma said as she walked away.
‘First time I’ve fucked a girl with a carrot up her ass,’ I said.
‘We’ll have to try it when we get home,’ Emma said, ‘I’ll bake you a cake.’
I kissed her champagne-flavoured lips just as the loudspeakers crackled.
‘Ladies and gentlemen,’ came Mich’s voice, ‘brace yourselves for a grande finale!’
It was fully dark now, and the spotlights twisted from the pool to the screen, leaving us all in darkness. My wife took the opportunity to throw her lips around my dick as the freaky trio reappeared pushing a cabinet on wheels – obviously someone was going to get sawn
in half. An old trick that surely everyone knew how it was done. Not much of a finale, I thought.
Kirsty and Jocelyn were back wearing their leather strapping. Chantel was naked. With a dramatic sweep of the arm, Jocelyn opened up the cabinet’s lid and its sides and showed the audience as the cabinet came apart in two halves.
The halves were pushed back together and Chantel was helped inside, the sides closed up, the lids closed and locked into position. Chantel’s feet poked out the hole in the end, and the girl’s head poked from the other. She smiled at the crowd as Jocelyn disappeared behind the screen, returning with a chainsaw.
‘Oh I do like this trick,’ Caran said.
I didn’t think so myself, and I don’t think Emma was too bothered as she went back to sucking my cock. I knocked back my champagne and relaxed into the rhythm as Jocelyn pulled the ripcord and the chainsaw roared.
She held it menacingly over the slot in the cabinet, poised with a look of concentration on her face that I thought was a bit over the top. Down it went, meeting no resistance at all, coming swiftly out from the bottom of the cabinet. The two halves were wheeled apart. Chantel’s feet wiggled from one half, her face smiling from the other.
A round of applause and the two halves were pushed back together, the lids lifted and Chantel was helped out.
Jocelyn put the chainsaw down and the three girls stepped forward, joined hands and took a bow.
‘Thank you,’ Jocelyn said, ‘you’ve been a great audience. But before we go, would anyone like to be sawn in half?’
Suki’s arm shot up and she was on her feet and handing the camera to me. ‘Please don’t miss anything,’ she said, noticing Emma’s head bobbing on my cock.
‘We should watch this,’ I said and Emma came up for air.
‘I’ll make it more interesting,’ Emma said as Suki was helped into the cabinet, ‘I know you’re close to coming.’ She started jerking my dick as Jocelyn tickled Suki’s feet poking from the end of the cabinet. Suki was laughing at that and I was struggling to keep the camera trained as Emma worked my cock fast.