0 comments/ 15604 views/ 3 favorites Trilogy Part 1A By: nookybear I Janet had promised him a surprise and a treat for Valentines Day. He'd arrived home from work to find the house plunged into pseudo-darkness, with just candles dotted around the place, lighting the rooms in a new way, soft, glowing and mysterious. There was a light meal prepared on the table for him, she insisted she had already eaten, kissing away his workday worries with her sweet moist lips, the lipstick tasting new to him. Easing his coat from him, she sat him down at the table, stroking his shoulders and upper arms, coaxing him into the chair. They drank wine together, though it was not their usual thing, and the sweet bite and aroma lightened his mind, easing away the worries of the world outside. She had rubbed his shoulders while he had eaten, then slipped away upstairs to run a bath for him. He pondered the change in her, her mood, and her manner. Maybe this was the new Janet, the one he had often dreamed of. They were on their own in the house, no interruptions, nothing. He finished his meal, and slipped the pots into the dishwasher, almost turning the light on in the kitchen to do so. But he held back, wondering if the harshness of the light would kill the moment. He heard her calling him softly from the stairs, so he padded his way through the hall, mounting the stairs two at a time, wondering all the time if this were a dream. In the bathroom, the soft glow of scented candles flickered, their shadows around the room, and he saw her kneeling in the bath, ready for him. She rose, the water sliding down her thighs, running across her knees to ripple in the water at her feet. She turned the hot tap on again, lifting the shower attachment from the cradle, and began to spray her sex. He gasped as he noticed it was bare. She had shaved herself there, just for him. As she parted her legs, a moan escaped her lips as the water played on her opening, swelling and massaging her there. His mouth echoed the moan, as he was transfixed, watching her turn to the tiled wall, leaning with one hand against it as she sprayed herself across the tops of her thighs. She was totally hairless, naked and open, sweet and clean, and just for him. The shower jet stopped, and grinning mischievously she stepped towards him, out of the bath, her feet leaving small imprints on the tiled floor. She began to undress him, as she rubbed her wet self up and down his trousers. His hands explored every inch of her back, her arse, and her head as she popped the buttons open on his shirt to nibble on his nipples. He held her head in his hands and kissed her, hungrily, wantonly, on the lips, their tongues dancing in the darkness of their need. She stepped back as she slid his trousers and pants to the floor, bending down, gently taking his hard length into her mouth, and just gently sucking him as she stepped him from his clothes. He steadied himself with his hands on her shoulders, not wanting to break this spell. As he stepped into the water, the warmth caressing his feet and legs, he turned to pull her to him, but she was gone. The tap still ran its' hot water into the bath, and as he turned to cease the noisy flow, he saw her coming back through the door with two glasses of the wine. She wouldn't get into the bath with him, instead, as he sipped and drank the wine, she soaped his back and his chest, occasionally allowing her nipples to drag over him as her bosom swung, and he kissed each one in turn when she seemed to present them to him to do so. She dried him and hugged him to her leaving the water in the bath for "later" as she said. The bedroom was similarly lit, though when he saw the straps and belts tied to each corner of the bed, his pulse raced. He knew she loved being tied up, and he enjoyed the freedom her body showed under restraint. He didn't protest when she pushed him onto the bed and then climbed on top of him, rubbing her sex along his cleaned body edging towards his face. He loved the taste of her; the sweet honey-like juices she gave up were a drug to him. He struggled at first when she began to tie his hands, but playfully gave in to her; he would have his own way later after all. She began a long slow snaking movement back down his body, lowering herself to him, kissing him all the way, licking the length of his prick, which was by now rock hard and itching for some attention. He let her tie his legs, then protested as she pulled the ties tight on him, spreading his legs. And when he was so tied, she stepped from the bed, to adjust the ties on his wrists, pulling them tight so he was well and truly spread-eagled. "Now for your surprise". The blindfold certainly was a surprise, the darkness it afforded him disorientated him, he could hear her moving around the room, pacing around the bed, occasionally touching him, stroking him, but avoiding all contact with his prick, which jerked and twitched at each feel of her hand on his skin. The velvety cloth blacked everything out, he felt suspended in nowhere, blind to all. "I won't be long". He heard the bedroom door open and her leave the room, the cool draught of air across his belly making him nervous. "Hey, don't leave me Jan" he cried, wondering what she had gone to fetch. He thought he heard her laugh downstairs, and then some rustling, before his keen ears picked out the sound of footfalls on the stairs. The door closed again. Did he hear the light-switch go on? He couldn't be sure. He heard something being turned on. What was it? "So what now love" he asked, then almost screamed as he felt a leather-gloved hand fondling his balls. Jesus, she had dressed up for him, and he couldn't see her. Or had she? His mind raced as he wondered whether she was naked apart from gloves, or dressed, dressed in what? Soft music filled the air as he heard her click the tape on at the bedside. So that had been the switch. And then he felt the gloved hand rubbing his chest, provoking his nipples into a hardness he had never known, while the other hand, gloveless, stroked his inner thigh, rubbing across that patch of skin behind his balls, before crossing to the other leg. Hair dangled over his belly, as he felt hot tight lips enclose his manhood, the tongue darting and teasing across his glans, sucking, pulling him into her. He jerked awake; Janet had short hair, shoulder length, not that long, not long enough to cover his groin. "Oh my god, what on earth…" he cried out. The sucking stopped, the hands left him, then he felt Janet's familiar lips on his, "Hush sweetheart, enjoy the surprise, don't struggle" She kissed him deeply, and he felt himself relax and pander to her whims. If she wanted to make love to him with someone else, who was he to complain? Would she take part, or just watch? The music played on as he felt the hair again, and the lips engulf him, a low throaty moan and sigh (from whom?), and then the gloved hand returning to caress his balls. He began to sweat, he could feel the excitement mount as the tongue and teeth teased him, he would come soon, and all the while the gloved hand stroked and caressed him. Janet had never done this to him; he knew how she hated the taste of it, the one time he had come in her mouth. Oh God, he felt it there, his back arched, he was slipping past the point of no return… He gasped, his mind racing, the feeling overwhelming him, as the mouth and hand disappeared. He twitched, he jerked, he almost spasmed, but didn't come. Sweat poured from him, the little tease. How could she do this! He felt the fever subsiding, then moaned out loud as he felt her weight on the bottom of the bed, but whose? Stockinged legs rubbed against his, and he felt the trail of hair snaking up his body as that sweet mouth kissed and licked its' way to his chest. His prick was hard, and he felt it nestle then rub across the cleavage of a well filled bra, before bouncing into ribs then belly, then the sharp contrast of a suspender belt. He felt hands either side of him on the bed, then the most unimaginable pleasure as the open lips of a sex slid along his shaft, leaving a slick trail of juice along him. The moist open vaginal lips rubbed along his length, hardening him to almost painful pleasure. Then the weight shifted, and he sensed it a fraction before it happened, the squatting figure swallowed him inside, the tight hole squeezing his shaft, and a girlish giggle reached him. Again he felt the gloved hand on his balls, and the rhythm of the ride increased. His veins bulged in his neck, and once more, just as he was about to come, it stopped. But he wasn't withdrawn from the heavenly hole he was buried in. It merely stopped, holding him till his pulse settled again. Muscles began to contract around him, as the owner of this pussy began to pleasure herself, but all the time ringing him to the point of no return before it relaxed. The weight shifted again, and the owner of the torture palace slipped from him to leave the bed, and again he felt a mouth hold him, the un-gloved hand pulling his shaft down hard, exposing his glans as a tongue flicked and darted across him. Janet's voice came to him from the side of his head, whispering "Do you like that then John?" and just before he answered, he realised that all the while the mouth hadn't left his cock. He groaned, and jerked, almost coming again, oh my god; there were two of them. But who was the other one? He tried to picture all her friends who had long hair, but he couldn't. His mouth formed the words he longed to speak, but he couldn't say anything at all. He heard the tape being changed, and the sounds of the radio filled his ears. Two hands (one pair?) rubbed oil into his chest and belly, around his groin, then stopped. He heard Jan say "Scarves!" and before he could react he felt the smoothness of silk being coiled around the base of his shaft and then tightened, his fully engorged cock was standing at 90 degrees now, held fast by the scarf. "That should stop you from coming to soon" Janet said, before her mouth swallowed him. He knew this was her, he had felt the breath as she spoke, and his mind raced as he felt himself being sucked greedily, he pictured the mystery guest caressing his wife. But was she? Janet was definitely not lesbian, was she? He groaned out loud, pleading with her to stop this as her mouth left his cock, and the gloved hand ran up and down the vein on the length of his prick. What was happening to him here? He felt one of them mount the bed, and again a tight hot little cunt wrapping the outer lips around him, and then diving down, to squash those lips and hairless mound down onto him. He felt the tightness in his balls, felt the desire to unload, but knew that the scarf prevented him. Short, sharp ragged breaths came from Janet, he knew that sound, knew it was her riding him, and he felt the convulsions as she spasmed into orgasm, her quaking body collapsing down onto him, as the walls of her cunt pulsed solidly on him. She kissed his chest, kissed his mouth, then began to rhythmically grind against him, pushing herself further and further towards another release. He could do nothing, nothing at all to push his own release. And then she slid from him, so smoothly, expertly, and he lay there sweating. He felt the scarf being knotted, and then the luxuriant hair being laid around his groin as the mouth descended again to his waiting cock. The torture went on and on, the licking, the kissing, the little nibbles, and then the darting tongue stabbing into the opening of his glans. He moaned, he groaned, he pulled against the bonds that were now digging into him. Two hands held his shaft, as the tongue and lips concentrated on the head of his cock, the sensations driving him wild with lust. He felt the scarf being un-knotted, the tightness around the base of his shaft relaxing, blood circulating freely again, he felt the familiar rise of heat in him, the first drops of his come would be coating his glans, and then soon he would surely burst his seed. The greedy tongue licked and lapped at this trickle, which merely served to edge him further on and on. He felt an un-gloved hand on his face, reaching for the blindfold. And just as his balls tensed, and the cum began to flow up his shaft to the tip, the blindfold slid away. The electric tightness of his prick shook, and he came, the spunk pouring from him like never before. Wave after wave of pure lust and pleasure flowed through him, his stomach knotting, his legs shaking, and the sweat pouring from him in torrents. His eyes had been screwed up tight, as he came, with pure pleasure and tenseness. He blinked; the light was on in the room. II He raised his head to look down, and stared in disbelief. As the head sucking at his prick, and drinking all of his juices turned towards him, the hair slid to one side. It was Janet, with a wig of dark silky hair. He gasped in disbelief, as she looked him in the eye, and sucking at his cock, slurping with her tongue, cleaning it of all traces of his juice. She winked at him. He looked around the room; there was no one else there. In the corner though, he spied the video camera. He shook his head again. She still held his shaft with one hand, rubbing the skin up and down, just slowly, as he remained hard, and with her free hand tugged the wig from her head. Her breasts heaved in the bra as she rolled from him, laughing softly. He still couldn't speak. He just gazed at her, dumbfounded as the whole erotic pictures in his mind travelling time and time again, whizzing across his consciousness. He glanced back at the video camera, disbelievingly. She stepped onto the bed, standing above him. "Enjoy that did you then?" He was speechless, his mind still reeling. "Who did you think it was then?" He just shook his head, too numb to speak, then looked at her in amazement as she pointed to the tape player and laughingly said "That was a good idea, just recording my voice don't you think?" He still couldn't accept it, but as she pointed out, the video player would put paid to any queries he might have. She stepped over him, so that now she faced away from him, and lowered the cheeks of her arse to his face, crouching down to lick at his shaft again. The sweet smell of her sex filled his nostrils, he forced his tongue up and into her, delving into her moistness, pushing past the fattened lips, now so filled with blood and lust as to almost burn the cool skin of his face. She began to rub herself up and down on his probing tongue, the smooth hairless slit gliding so sweetly, no friction at all, nothing to stop her from getting what she wanted. Driving down hard onto him, she rubbed her clit onto his chin, the soft stubble sending shockwaves through her at the touch of every bristle. Her juices coated his lips; his mouth, his nose and she rubbed her arse down onto him. He protested at first, but the muffled sounds had no heed to her. He found himself licking at the tight entrance to her arse, the puckered ring soft and scented sweet, clean and wanting. He had often asked her to try this, but she had shied away and yet here she was now, like a woman possessed, forcing him to do it. He felt thrilled and scared, he had no control. He knew that whatever he did, that tonight he must do whatever took her fancy, for this could be but one night alone. He hoped not. The tight entrance yielded slightly to his licking and kissing, and he ventured a probing dart inside. She gasped, but didn't resist. She stopped moving she seemed focused on this point. Her lips still held his cock, but her breath was becoming shorter and shorter. He forced in a little further, and then the impossible happened. He was inside her arse, the hot tight walls wrapping his tongue in pure animal instinct, as she gently began to rock backwards and forwards in rhythm with him, all the time with his cock in her mouth. She cried out, tiny little whimpers darting across the still night air to him, and all the while the video camera rolled silently in the corner. He replaced his tongue gently with a finger. It came from nowhere, the power and the fury of her orgasm blinding him as she crushed herself to his face, he could hardly breathe, his digit forced from her passage by the sheer crescendo of the pulsing muscles there. She wailed, she cried out, and then she drove her cunt against his lips, his nose, almost suffocating him, as she seemed to come once more, this time inside her sex haven. His prick had slipped from her mouth as she came from his attentions to her arse, and she collapsed herself forwards, onto his legs, his prick now bent painfully flat under her breasts, cupped inside the bra. She licked the base of his cock, and the perinea skin there, causing him to painfully harden, the fleshiness of her breasts providing scant relief from his predicament. As she regained control of her breathing, and her composure, she lifted herself from him, and squatted over him as she removed her bra. She moved to turn and face him. She was sat on his thighs, and one hand wandered down to hold him and begin wanking him, as she threw the bra to the floor of the bedroom. She giggled at him, the look on his face must have been a picture, he felt stunned, here was Janet, acting as if in his wildest fantasy, totally against her normal character. She continued to wank him, looking him in the eye, and then licking the fingers of her free hand, she began to rub first one nipple, and then the other. The hand trailed down across her belly, tracing the warm womanly contours of her flesh, and he thought she was going to give him a good, hard, two-handed seeing to. But the hand carried on down, as first one finger, then two, then three were pushed deep inside herself. He couldn't believe his eyes, as she began to thrust her hips against her hand, and the fingers slipping deeply inside her. She continued her hold on him, the grip tightening as he sensed her begin to lose control of herself and her inhibitions. He saw her tremble, and then when she lifted her hand to her face to lick the coating of juices from her hand he could stand no more, and came himself, as hard as before, his cum pouring onto the hand that held him, trickling around her fingers. She looked at her hand, then at him, and laughing quietly to herself. And she shocked him by the wanton way in which she plunged the semen coated fingers into her pussy, deep inside her, rocking again in a rhythm as she forced herself to come on his juices. She leant forwards, forcing the sticky fingers into his mouth, making him eat them and lick them clean. He groaned as she sat back up, only to lift herself down his legs, to lick his now limp prick clean. He ached, his balls ached, and the pain in his groin was torture, but pleasure as she cleansed him completely. He begged her to free him, but she only laughed, saying that the best was yet to come. She stepped lightly from the bed, the stockings on her legs sending whispers as she stepped across to where the video camera was whirring away to itself. He watched as she stopped it, thankfully thinking that he would now be free, but stared at her as she changed the cassette for a fresh one, turning back towards him only to check through the viewfinder that everything was still in shot. "That's enough now babe, set me free, let me make love to you" he said, but she shook her head, saying that tonight was his special treat, and that she had even more in store for him. If he could take it, she added, almost as an impish afterthought. What else could there be though, and he reluctantly agreed to let her carry on, after all, he would plot a revenge for her one day. But for now, the only thought that filled his mind was to grab her, hold her, take her sweet little body, and fuck her till she could take no more. But she walked past him, to the door and through it. He remembered the bath, and relaxed when he heard the sound of a tap turning on, she was going to bathe him, oh how lovely that would be now. III Trilogy Part 1B VI "Yes ma'am, I want you, I need you, I want to please you before you allow me to come deep inside your wonderful places." Even Janet was stunned at his response, he was either playing the game with alacrity, or he was totally in her control. She wanted to see how far she could make him go before this night was through. She knew that she wanted to feel bruised and battered sexually, and that tomorrow a cuddle would hopefully be the most they could manage, but for tonight, she wanted the excesses of every kind of sex they could imagine. She didn't want love tonight, though she knew they both loved each other dearly, she wanted fucking, she wanted penetrating, she wanted that sure sharp feeling of buoyancy that only orgasm after orgasm could give to her. She walked into the bathroom, and heard him following her. The last light of the candles spilled into the corners of the room, their flame almost dying, and she knew what she wanted. She filled her glass halfway, and swiftly downed the contents. The liquid cleared her mouth, bringing it alive, and she turned to see him standing by the door. Refilling her glass, settling the bottle down onto the work top, she took another mouthful of the sweet wine. Beckoning him across, she stepped behind him, lifting the glass to his lips and making him drain the last of the wine down. She ran her hands over his sides, his back, and his flanks after placing the glass by the bottle. She noted he was still semi-erect, which pleased her. Grabbing a towel she roughly bound his hands together with just a slipknot. As he struggled, the knot slipped away, so she slapped him hard across his buttocks with the back of her hand, telling him to be perfectly still, that she wasn't going to hurt him. She stifled a laugh, how many times had he said that to her in the past! She tied the towel again, pleased that he trusted her enough not to try and force it apart. She ran some warm water onto a flannel, and, kneeling before him, proceeded to wash every part of his cock clean carefully peeling the hood back from his glans. Four times she repeated this, till she was convinced he was totally clean of all but his own muskiness. She stepped lightly across the floor to the vanity bowl, and started to run the cold tap. She quickly began to clean her teeth, watching him in the mirror, his back silhouetted against the candle light in the corner. He moved once, to turn towards her, but she snapped at him to stay where he was, adding that he could move his feet if he was getting stiff. Again, she suppressed a giggle. After cleaning her teeth, she smeared a tiny amount of the white paste on her tongue, rubbing it into the roof of her mouth. She had once read of this as an aid, and was eager to try it out on him. She stepped back in front of him, holding another flannel, heavy with warm water, and fixing him in the eye, proceeded to wash every inch of her smooth crotch. In front of him like that, she watched his prick as it began to twitch. When she was satisfied with the effect on him, she towelled herself dry lightly, dropping it to the floor. She knelt down on the soft white cotton, and held his flanks with her hands. All the time her eyes never left his, and she formed her mouth into a perfect large "O." She let her mouth encircle his glans, but without touching it at all, breathing so that the air flowed across this most sensitive area of his. He groaned slightly, and she closed her lips halfway down his shaft, holding him inside her mouth, but not touching any other part of it. Then she flicked her tongue twice across the exposed end, smiling inwardly as she felt him respond to this treatment. Suddenly she clamped her mouth tight around him, drawing up the length of his shaft, slipping one hand to the now smooth base of his member, till only his head was enveloped in her moist mouth. She ran her tongue round and round the head, watching him tremble before her, and tasting just a trickle of pre-cum from him. The mint cooled the end of his prick, and he gasped as the tang suddenly registered within him. The sharp edge contrasted so smoothly with her heat and wetness, making him feel so much harder than he ever had before. She began to rock backwards and forwards on her heels, never losing his stare, never moving so much as one inch of her body, just rocking her weight forwards, backwards, forwards again. She knew that at this moment, if she so much as flexed one abdominal muscle, she would most likely bring herself off, but she wanted this moment to be for John. Her hands still held the tops of his thighs, trying to keep him perfectly still. The moment he fell prey to his own desires within him, and forced himself forward, thrusting into her mouth, she popped him from her mouth, and stood up straight before him. "I never told you to move darling, this is about what I want to do to you, not what you want to do to me!" she chided. She kissed him full on the mouth, catching him unawares, the fresh mint taste mixed with his scent, contrasting with the remnants of wine in his mouth. She pressed her body onto his, trapping his erectness between their bellies, gently rolling from side to side on him, knowing that the friction would be agony for him, almost on the verge of coming. She stepped away again, and roughly pulled the towel from his wrists behind him. As he stood, perplexed, rubbing his wrists, she walked from the bathroom, slapping him hard across the arse with one corner of the towel, telling him to follow her. She had something she wanted him to do and something she needed to feel, for herself, and for him. Once in the bedroom, she replaced the now filled cassette in the video, hushing his protests, saying that when they were both too tired tomorrow, the least they could do would be to bring up the portable television from the dining room, and lay in bed, watching themselves. Kneeling at the head of the bed, Janet washed the dildo carefully with the flannel and now-cold water from under the bed. He sat on the edge of the bed, looking at her, but every time he made to speak, she silenced him with a kiss. Once she was sure it was clean and fresh, she whispered to him that she wanted him to fuck her with the new toy. She made him tie her wrists to the bedhead as she gripped the iron railing. He strapped her wrists, then gently tied her to the railing, allowing her freedom to move her hands, but not much leeway to stop any chance of untying the bonds on her own. As she knelt, facing the wall, she began to ache for him and his touch. She spread her knees apart, telling him to place a pillow there between her legs. She realised that this was a risk, now that she was bound, she could fall prey to anything he wished himself, but she was banking on him doing her bidding, following her instructions. Telling him to massage her with oils, she writhed against his palms as they caressed and covered every inch of her arse, her thighs, her belly, and her sex. Occasionally he would part her lips and allow his finger just the lightest trail along the slit, but never lingering. Each time he renewed the oils on his hands, he would reach round and kiss her. It surprised him when she asked for the blindfold, but she knew what she wanted. It came close, she had almost begged for it, but she kept the note of pleading from her voice. Beginning to be excited by his attentions and her own fantasy, pleasure roamed into every corner and crevice of her trapped body. The soft cloth wrapped her in a cocoon of darkness and secrecy, all she could hear was her heart, her blood pounding, his breathing, and the swish of his hands against her expectant skin. He cheekily dipped a finger inside her now, just teasingly, before removing it and carrying on. She felt urges of want, lust and desire as he leant round to kiss her, his hardness pressing into her bottom cheeks as he did so. She felt the desire to beg him to fuck her there and then, but remembered her fantasy. Shaking inside, she calmed her voice, telling him to get the dildo. He began to rub the length of it along her sex, from her clit up to the base of her spine and then back again. She raised herself, telling him to stand it proud and erect on the pillow, and to make sure it stood there on its' own. As he held it there, she made him guide her, with his free hand splaying her vaginal opening apart to accept the bulbous head inside her. She felt it nudge against her there, rubbing through his fingers, parting her wider and wider. Her cunt seemed smaller, too small to accept it, and she bit her lip as she forced herself onto the girth and down so that it began to slide into her. She moaned softly as it began to travel up, almost towards her womb, stopping halfway, to rise up and then travel down upon it again. Stars burst behind the blindfold, as her senses reeled and she forgot that it was a phallus, suddenly it had become a hot throbbing monster inside her, real, flesh and blood, and living. She began to ride it hard, gripping the rail for dear life as the feelings mounted in her. Sweat trickled from her, pouring from her neck to run down the valley of her jiggling bosom, the nipples erect and aching to be touched. "Oh God, touch me" she begged, not caring now if she held John in her power. His hands snaked around the sides of her chest to cup each breast in their hold, before his fingers spread to cover their whole being. He pressed them back onto her, squashing the mounds of flesh almost flat. Her nipples poked through his open fingers, and he tightened them to pinch and hold them still. Small stabs of fire played through her whole body as the pleasurable pain began to join with the pounding deep inside her. One hand slipped away, to wander down her belly, to run through the valley of her groin and tease her clit. She shuddered, forcing herself to stop. "No, not that, not yet John." The hand obediently slid away, to roll over her flank, and knead the flesh of her bum, pulled taut by her posture. And then it left her. She stayed there, not daring to move, letting the climactic peak subside before she scaled that height again to fall over the precipice. Suddenly her groin felt on fire, as tremors began to pulse through her. She smiled away from him, knowing he had turned the motor on. He alternated between a soft whisper and almost full power, seeming to know just when she would run away with her orgasm. The sweat still poured from her, her hair began to feel plastered, and she licked her lips to enjoy the salty tang, using it to divert her attention from the pulsing throbbing prick inside her. All too soon, it seemed, she knew she could hold back no more. She moaned "Yes, yes, yes," time and time again. John slammed the control onto full power, and held her nipples in a pinch, pulling them as far as he dared, stretching her breasts out in front of her. She didn't know if it was the pain, or the pleasure, but she took all gratefully, and felt herself falling. She cried real tears behind the blindfold as she was engulfed in a sea of pleasure, the force of it so hard that she felt blinded by an immense white light in her mind. Tremor after tremor, shock after shock shook her body, all her nerves were no longer under her control as she let herself go and ignore any sense of real time or real worlds. She slipped into a pleasure dome of their own making, and screamed as stabs of fire shot into her body from all angles. When she came to, her head was on her hands. She shook her head, trying to fathom out where she was. The blindfold held her in suspense, till slowly she felt the girth of the monster buried deep inside her, the motor now an almost imperceptible, silent whisper. John's hands held her waist, stroking her, calming her. Mini orgasms were still raging through her belly, like occasional starbursts inside her midriff. The realisation sank in that he hadn't done anything, hadn't taken advantage of her in her position. She felt as if she had been asleep, but the lapse may have been only momentary. She raised herself up, till the ties on her wrist cut into her, the sharp pain forcing her mind to focus. The tip of the monster in her twitched just inside her opening, tickling her labia, juices flowing from her. She blushed as she wondered how much she had come, and wondered if they could both take anymore. His hardness pressing into her back, nestled between the cheeks of her arse convinced her there was more yet that they could do. "More oil" she rasped, her voice sounding throaty and husky as she realised how dry her mouth had become. It seemed almost ludicrous, her groin awash with juices and her mouth dry as parchment. He began to pour oil onto his hand, when she ordered him to give her wine. She felt his weight shift and his knob slip across her oiled globes as he reached for the glass. She sipped first, as he offered the glass to her lips, moistening the inside of her mouth, before taking a welcome mouthful and greedily swallowing it down. When she had quenched her thirst and fully wetted her mouth, still straddling the burrowing monster, she told him to carry on. To stop her legs aching, she occasionally raised and lowered herself, flexing the muscles. His hands roamed her body, rubbing the oil into her skin, supple and smooth. All her tensions eased from her as he carried on, brushing her nipples, his lips kissing the back of her neck, nibbling at her ears, till her breath began to get shorter and shorter, finding herself pounding down onto the dildo. She caught herself, forcing the pace to slow, yet enjoying his attentions. She imagined herself astride him, his body the pillow below her, the pulsing member inside her his prick. As she did this, she flashed suddenly to realising what he had felt like when she had tricked him earlier with the wig and the tape. Trickles of electric tingles rolled through her sex as a mini orgasm reared its' head and flitted from point to point inside her. She let herself be carried along the train of thought. VII Shifting her balance, she pressed back onto him, pressing the valley of her globes onto his swollen shaft, the oil letting his hairlessness slip up and down her cleft. She rolled her imagination onto the runway, and it took flight. She felt John's hand s on her body, felt his cock against her arse cheeks, yet all the while some mystery stranger was between her legs, and she was impaled on him. The picture presented in her mind thrilled her beyond belief. It had once been an idle fantasy, one she thought long forgotten till it suddenly sprung in her mind. Here she was, a slave, tied to a shackle, stripped naked, and being used for two men's' pleasure, unable to escape. Her breath became ragged as John appeared to read her mind and her body's needs. His hands carried on over her body, rubbing, twisting, pinching, and occasionally wandering far enough to playfully nip and tease her swollen lips wrapped around the prick inside her. Suddenly she was no longer Janet, she was not tied in her bedroom, and she was in a stable. The two stable lads had caught her watching them working in the hayloft, stripped to the waist, young muscular torsos glistening in the oil lamp, sweat laying a sheen across their bodies. She had been so engrossed in watching one of them (John she decided quickly) that she had not noticed the other creep up behind her and catch her in his arms. He always remained faceless, no matter how hard she tried to "see" him, so she gave up and indulged in the erotic play unfolding inside her. They had dragged her onto the floor, the loose hay cushioning her fall, and each taking it in turn to undress her, soon had her standing, pleading, naked. The smell of horses threw an image of a stallion, his engorged prick dangling down, and her on all fours. She blushed at the thought and drove it from her mind, shocked at even such a picture, and concentrated on the stable boys. One had lashed her hands to a ring on the wall with a set of reins, the leather strapping moulding to her wrists as she struggled. Both boys then grinned, and each side of her stripped naked, rubbing their young rampant cocks to hardness in her face, forcing her to kiss their salty tips and lick them in turn. The length of the reins holding her was long enough to let the faceless boy wriggle in front of her, slipping and sliding his way between her protestations and tight thighs. She pictured herself milky white, contrasting against their tanned bodies. She softly murmured as she pictured John behind her, holding her, forcing her legs apart, rubbing horse oils into her young nubile body, all over her nether regions, setting her groin on fire. In her mind the pulsing member inside her, on which she now rode with renewed vigour, was the faceless boy's own. Impaling herself on it, she drove down with force. She screamed as she pushed herself down on the shaft, to slap her lips against the heavy balls at the base, all the while picturing the body beneath her glowing and thrusting in time with hers. Behind her she felt John's hands holding her, crushing her breasts, pulsing sparks of desire through her every vein to be filled by him. She screamed his name, shouting at him to fuck her, to fill her. John's cock was now so hard, having been clenched and teased by the cleft of her arse. He lifted her arse gently into the air, thinking she wanted him inside her, twinned with the dildo, to stretch her to capacity. But as his glans slid down to her filled vagina, it rubbed across the tight puckered ring of her arse, and the groan she let out filled him with an urge and a desire to take her there. Her whimpers and sighs as she played out the film in her minds' eye only drove him on to want her there. She responded to his accidental brush by pushing back against him, almost holding him with the muscles in her cleft against the forbidden opening. He grunted, almost unable to take his eyes from her body. Her head was forced back, the bound wrists forcing her arms into a delta "V," with her breasts risen and trapped between them. Her whole body seemed to glisten in the light with more than sweat and oil, it was screaming at him from every pore to put her out of her torment and make her come. He groaned as she stopped hammering her body onto the dildo, and held herself against his glans, the puckered star opening slowly of its' own accord against him. The dildo was still inside her. In her mind, the stable boy below her was still and panting. Behind her, John was pausing wondering what to do. As an innocent young girl, she let her lust overcome any worries of any consequences, and began to slowly push down as both bodies around her froze. The head of his shaft was swallowed inside her, the ring holding him tight just below the head. The feeling was incredible, here she was, at their mercy, one prick inside her cunt, the other inched into her arse. The thin wall between the two seemed a shimmering haze, as she let herself down, feeling the stretching begin. The two shafts rubbed against each other through the membrane, pouring pure silver through her soul, shimmering and boiling. Nothing on earth could now stop her from doing what she had never thought possible. She licked her lips in anticipation, taking the salty sweat in to her drying mouth as she forced herself down, down, down. The amazing feeling of warmth and tightness filled John with wonder as he watched Janet's back, slipping down onto his pole. He lowered himself as far as he could while kneeling, until the cheeks of her arse settled onto his thighs. She let out a long slow groan as she became filled to the hilt from behind. "Oh God, I want more" she wailed. John was puzzled, what more could she have, until he realised that she was not fully down on the phallus because of his knees. He tenderly reached around her, careful not to shift his weight, and pushed upwards with his fingers under the base of the pulsing phallus. He felt it himself, edging up along his own shaft, the two separated by the thinnest of walls, till at last the two plastic bollocks pressed against her outer lips and clit. He slowly pressed up himself, forcing her to raise her bottom, and he scrunched the pillow below the dildo to hold it in its' new place. Trilogy Part 1B Janet was by now lost to all sensation except the fullness of her groin. The two shafts pressed every tender spot inside her, while the base of the phallus pressed against her clit. She was atop one stable boy, the other caught inside her from behind. She pretended she was a milking maid, and vowed to milk them of all their juices. She raised herself slowly, gasping, sobbing, as each opening reluctantly gave up inch by inch of their captors, and then slowly pushed herself back down on them both. Each thrust and movement allowing her muscles to give just a little more each time, until she was soon slipping her way freely up and down both monsters. John felt so huge cocooned there in her arse, sliding along the tunnel walls. The blindfold gave her the luxury of anonymity, not caring where or who she was, all she felt was the need to be filled, fucked and used by the two cocks she now owned, in every sense of the word. John trickled the control of the motor inside the phallus until it was a tingling, so sweet, so luxuriant. This way they were both feeling the benefits of her new toy, both gaining different pleasures but the same amount of thrill from it. All caution was thrown to the wind, Janet in her stable world, and John in a blind frenzy of need and desire. She began hurling herself down onto the splitting members inside her, wanting to feel herself come and then relish the burst of seed so deep within her. Powerful images of being fucked sore by the stable boys blinded her, she was lost in a world of her own making, and the boiling deep inside her which she relished so much began to overtake her, nothing now could stop her. She screamed out so loud that John had to put one hand across her mouth, the other still glued and toying with a breast and nipple. This merely served to heighten the wanton lust inside her mind, being force fucked by the two boys against her will, and silenced into submission. Muffled wails of agony and pleasure spilled between his fingers from her mouth as she came, riding the torrent of light and power till she could move no more and so sobbing, she fell forward to rest on her hands again. Inside her the monster still twitched and whirred with a life of its' own. Behind her, John had been pushed to the limits. The sight of his bound wife offering herself openly to him, pulsing and squeezing him with every muscle inside her' writhing with pain and ecstasy tore him free of all inhibitions. Holding her shoulders now, he found himself unable to stop driving his length deep into her secret place, knowing she wanted him still. Time after time he rode in and out of her, unaware that mentally she was being fucked by him atop a stranger, whose cock still triggered every point inside her moist hole. She was unable to move she couldn't resist, she wanted him to come there for the first time. At last he could hold back no longer, and he felt the familiar tension in his balls, the tingling growing along his shaft as he sensed another orgasm welling inside her. He groaned, he was about to come. He made to pull out of her, still not sure if this was what she wanted. She felt him move slightly and guessed he was about to pull from her, so she lifted her tired body up, forcing herself back onto him so that he would not be able to pull away. As the first rush of come ploughed up his shaft she clenched hard with every muscle inside her, biting her lip to stop the wail that would come from her. She felt him tremble, felt him shake, and then felt every last drop issue from him as he came deep inside her, the heat of his spunk soothing her, and flashing small dancing orgasms through her. She slowed her pace on him as he began to lose his stiffness, just as he reached the control to the motor and eased it down to click off. He slid from her body, the walls of her arse still apart, the muscles twitching and jerking, and spunk, his spunk running from those private lips. He covered her back with his body and slipped the knot of the ties that bound her. He then gently withdrew the shaft from her pussy, and holding her in his arms laid her on her side on the bed, folding himself into her back, clasping her in his arms. Trilogy Part 1C VIII They lay like that together, till their breathing became more normal. Sweat bound skin to skin, and she turned to look him in the eye, mouthing "Thankyou" as she reached to cup his neck and kiss him deeply, hungrily. She rolled on top of him, almost sliding off again on the sheen of oil and sweat. Running her fingers through his locks and tickling his beard with her tongue, she gave him that sparkly look in her eyes, mischievous, impish. "Let's go have a bath lover, then see what else we can think to do". He groaned, unable to believe she could want more. This was impossible, but the roll of her breasts on his chest, the look in her eye, and the feel of her smooth shaven lips lain along his cock soon gave way to his feelings. She whispered that they could have a nap, have a rest, do anything quiet for a while, but she wanted to give him more, more than he could ever dream of. They stepped from the bedroom and into the bathroom, she lit another candle as the water cascaded into the tub, and they stepped in together. She knelt facing him, gently washing his chest, cupping his chin in her hands to kiss him fully on the mouth, while his fingers rinsed and soaked the oils and sweat from her body. His prick stirred into semi-hardness at her every touch, but she took care to wash it very, very gently, only too aware of how tender he would be feeling for now. Forcing him onto his back, she turned the water off, and lay on top of his body, the water lapping at her flanks. They stayed there for an age in the hot water, occasionally topping it up, until they both felt thoroughly cleansed and ready to rise again. Taking his hand, she led him downstairs, their refreshed bodies drying below the towelling robes they wore, skin glowing and muscles relaxed from the bath. They stepped into the kitchen, and she turned on just one of the lights under the cupboards, casting a soft glow over everything. While he sat there on one of the stools, she busied herself with the kettle and opening another bottle of wine. She poured herself a large glass, and drained it straight away, the grape juice invigorating her whole body. She smiled across at him, asking him if he wanted one. She poured him a glass, and took it to him. She let her robe slide partially open to reveal the fullness of her breasts and their cleavage, before stepping away from him. They chatted for a while, she leant against the worktop where he had earlier taken her, her legs crossed, sipping at her refilled glass. She asked him what he had thought of his surprise, and what he would ever want to do like that. She was trying to steer him into a path she would choose, but he seemed not to want to go that way. She slipped the cloth from the polished wooden kitchen table, and turning, asked him what he would think if she was to be tied, spread-eagled, so he could do what he wanted with her? At last, she had him. He laughed, deep and throaty, saying that he would tie her the full length of the table, her feet just on the floor, and spank her before toying with her. She grew wet at the very idea, feeling her juices begin to gather, and that sprite little tingling of butterflies in her tummy. Pulling the belt from her robe, she hung it over the back of a chair, and lay her robe open upon the table. Stepping towards him, naked, and alluring, she bent to kiss him, their mouths melting together, their tongues dancing patterns of hide and seek. She deftly unknotted his belt, and stepped back. "Come on then John, let's see what you're made of, and what you can do. I will take anything you give to me, all I deserve". A wicked light shone in his eyes at her words, and she wondered if this was such a good idea! But after all she had put him through, she knew he deserved some recompense. She stepped to the head of the table, trembling… He came behind her, but as he passed her, she noticed his prick, semi-erect through the gap in his robe. His breath sounded hoarse and ragged, she wondered what could be going through his mind. In her own, she remembered the scene she had acted out in the bedroom with the two stable boys. She hadn't wanted to tell him about that, not yet. Now she pictured herself as that same milking maid, caught by the master of the farm with the boys. Untied, he had assumed she had led them on, and so had brought her to the big house to be punished. She shivered in anticipation as John stepped her towards the edge of the table, telling her to spread her legs to those of the table. The heat flushed across her chest as he knotted the belt around one ankle, then passing it round the table legs, attached it to the other. So there she stood, shackled to the table, shivers of fear and excitement shooting across her belly as his large hands roamed across her back, across the cheeks of her arse, and down her legs to her ankles. Then he ran his fingertips, almost ticklishly up the inside of each leg, to find her warm shaven love box, already moist and willingly opening to his probes. "I see you're feeling ready then, my sweet darling" John spoke. She shuddered at his words, picturing the master of the farm behind her, ruddy faced and heavy breathing. "Yes sir" she meekly replied. "Well, close your eyes, and lay down on the table my girl" IX She lowered herself, pivoting down on the edge of the table, her hands feeling for the opposite edge, and it seemed an impossible distance. As she lowered herself down, she felt the backs of her legs tighten, and her arse pronounce its' tautness as she reached the table top. She yelped as her belly and breasts encountered the cool wooden surface, and made to rise again. He had removed her robe from the table! She made to rise again, her eyes wide open, but now at the side of the table his hand in her back forced her down to the cold hard surface. She gasped and bit her lips as the seeming iciness sucked every ounce of warmth from her body. Her bosom flattened against the surface, and she laid her cheek down, to at least cool the burning shame she felt as she was in such a position of openness. She felt the belt on one hand and then on the other, as her arms were forced to each corner, wincing as she adjusted to the rake of the spread. Thus tied, she presented quite a site, she thought, as John paced around the table, touching her, stroking her. She cried out as she heard him open the kitchen door. This stopped him in his tracks, and she was glad when he came back to her. Her arse was facing the door, and the sudden hard slap she felt made her wince. He told her to wait there, as he had to fetch something for her from the bedroom, after all, she wouldn't want to forget a moment of this would she? Her mind raced, wondering what he would fetch, and then she heard him coming back in. She turned her head to look at him, and blushed heavily as she saw him arrange the video camera on the side. "Fair's fair, lover, we don't want to miss any of this do we?" She nodded, relenting to his wish, which, unknown to him, was after all part of her dream too. "You still want spanking, and let me have you on the table then?" She nodded dumbly, returning her cheek to the coolness of the table. Her body had warmed the wooden top, and she had wriggled slightly while he was away to make herself more comfortable. She shuddered once more as his hands roamed the length of her back and body, lingering over her taut cheeks of her arse, before sliding through her groin to slip her lips apart, but not enter her. His fingertip brushed her clit, and she gasped, twitching. A sudden sharp slap, and searing pain burned through one side of her bum and then the same on the other cheek. She squealed, squirming, but he forced her still, with one hand on the small of her back. In her mind, she pictured the master, punishing her for her wantonness in the stable. Slap after slap rained down on her, and she realised he was using the paddle on her she had brought. Each blow stung, but a little less than the last, until every now and then he appeared to really apply some force, randomly. Tears welled in her eyes, but it was only partially from the pain. It was also from the unusual excitement she felt at her own submissive pose, and the humiliation she would feel when she watched the film with him. The raining slaps soon had her bottom burning, but the heat glowed through to her fanny, bare and open to the air and to John's gaze. She felt herself redden as her lips parted and the juice began to ooze from her. Groaning, she knew that this treatment had excited her more than she could ever have hoped, and that she wanted it to go on until she came. And then she would want this again, praying silently that John would be willing to explore this new territory with her. Familiar tingling sensations rolled through her, and she found that by subtly shifting her weight she could gain some sensation on her clit. Each sharp slap on her arse jiggled her lower body till the friction on her clit forced her over, and sobbing, she came hard and fast, her legs juddering with the strain and power of the climax. He stopped, and his breathing was hard. She pictured him, sweating slightly from the exertion, hoping it was from his own excitement too. She heard him drinking from his glass of wine, and, keeping her eyes closed, licked her lips, imagining the cool liquid on her own lips. His fingers traced light patterns across the deep redness glowing from her bum, the contrast in feeling making her shiver with further sexual excitement. She felt his breath on her openness, and his tongue traced a tender trail along her slit. She couldn't move back towards him to let him enter her, and she realised he would tease her mercilessly. His tongue rolled round and round her entrance, never delving inside, where she would welcome him, and gain purchase from another orgasm. He stopped, leaving her in a state of pure excitement, but she never uttered a word. She had promised him free rein with her, and would so take his administrations, whatever. He began sucking each side of her bald openness with his mouth, teasing, pleasing, and torturing her with his lips till she began to pant. And then he stopped, just as moans and whimpers slipped from her mouth. It seemed an age before he touched her again. She sensed him stood behind her, his robe open, his prick hard, and jutting forward, erect and angry-red, wanting to pummel into her, as his fingertips parted her lips wide, wider still. She wasn't expecting what happened next. As she felt his smoothness slide into her, it seemed cooler than it should. And then when he kissed the cherry opening to her arse, she realised it wasn't him inside her, it must be the dildo. But it felt strange, different. As the girth entered her, splitting her gaping hole wider and wider, his tongue ran like trails of fire, round and round her bottom opening, his lips occasionally kissing her there, as the length slid slowly, deeper and deeper into her. At last, it stopped, only to be withdrawn at the same excruciatingly slow pace. In, and out, in, and out, it travelled, John not hurrying, almost toying with her as he paced her enjoyment to his own satisfaction. "How is that then, my little darling?" She murmured, "God, it is wonderful, don't stop" Silly thing to say, because he did. "Oh, you want this, don't you my sweetness". She nodded, her eyes tightly closed to stop the tears, if she spoke she knew she would be begging him for it. Suddenly, he slammed it back into her, his belly against her bum, and just stayed there. The heat of his rampant cock on her arse cheek filling her with desire, and she squealed in delight as he began to grind his hips. His shaft burrowed into her flank, and the phallus inside nudging her tenderest spots, side to side. Teasingly, he began to withdraw it, slowly, slowly, till the tip edged from her, her labia wanting to suck at him and bring him back into her. The slick cool shaft was nudging at her opening again now, there was something different about the ridges on this, and she hadn't felt the false balls at the base against her outer lips. But still she welcomed the penetration. In her mind she saw the farmer there behind her, pumping his swollen member into her tender delicate flower-like opening. She began to feel the sense of well being inside her belly as it slid further and further, the feeling that came before a good powerful coming. John's hand roamed her back, smoothing away the worries the tensions, the creases of her mind, till all she could concentrate on was the slow ebb and tide of the shaft inside her as it made its' way into her, and then almost to the point of slipping out. Oh God, he was so good at this, he knew how to judge her needs and her pace. Sliding back deep into her, it slowed, and stopped, and she clenched her muscles deep inside, gripping tightly around the shaft, gripping along the length to keep the plateau she had reached. John's hand was on her neck and her shoulders, and then both hands, as he let go of the invader, seeing her face give away her internal struggle. Then his hands were on each side of her face, gently cupping her chin, lifting her head from the table. She opened her eyes, to see him before her, his robe parted his cock hard, and the red swollen head of his glans in front of her face. If she had wanted to, she couldn't have raised her head to look him in the face and see his eyes, it was too sharp an angle. But at this moment in time all she could see, and all she wanted, was to kiss that gorgeous shaft of delight in front of her. Inside her, the muscles still rippled their way along the length, held fast. Without a word being spoken, she moistened her lips with her tongue, rolling around to each corner of her mouth, and then parted, in expectation, as he nudged her chin with his manhood. His hands left her face as he shrugged his robe from his shoulders. He stood there now in his full nakedness, and she knew that they both wanted this. She accepted him into her mouth, sucking and licking at him as he eased forward till she almost gagged. He leant his body forward, along her back, yet not touching her. She watched his balls, totally hairless, swinging below his cock, and longed to hold them and roll them between her fingers. Nothing mattered to her anymore at this moment in time, but the bonds that held her made her concentrate on sucking his shaft. She could barely move her head, and so had to content herself, and hopefully him, with her actions. She gasped, with her mouth opening wide around his cock, as the shaft in her pussy began to travel backwards and forwards once more. She felt John's knuckles, his hand wrapped around the girth as he nudged it into her, and then out again. She sucked greedily on him, her eyes closing once more in sheer delight. Behind her the master of the farm drove into her, while she sucked on her husbands shaft. The picture in her mind, of her nakedness and submissiveness, spread-eagled across the table, tied, being used like a spit-roast fired her loins to frenzy. And with even the limited movement she was afforded, she began to buck against the penetration as the walls of her cunt stretched and pulsed with the approaching onslaught. She nibbled at his cock in her mouth, and he began to rock, pulling back a fraction then slipping forward, his actions mirroring the entry behind. So here she was, being fucked in the mouth and her pussy, she felt the hot shame rise to her cheeks as she pictured the video camera, but in her mind it was with two men, and she would remember that shame and lust forever. Just as she was about to fall over the edge, her arse was being rubbed and rolled, and something forcing into her there. The pounding in her mind reached a crescendo as John stopped moving his cock in her mouth, and the shafting behind her ceased, with the tool halfway in her. Blood pounded in her ears and deafened her, like the wild roll of surf on the beach, as slowly she was being sodomised, every opening filled. Her legs stretched upwards and further apart to welcome and accommodate the stranger at her back. She pictured the farmer behind her, now laid on his back and shafting her from below, while someone else dared try entry to her bottom, while her husband stood at her head with his cock in her mouth. She relaxed every muscle in her groin, feeling the crescendo of the orgasm slipping away from her, licking at the cock in her mouth, her breathing coming in gasps. And then it began. Oh Lord, how it began, the two shafts behind slowly pulsing, one in, one out, teasing her nerves, making her mind wobble and scream as the pleasure ripped through her body. She greedily sucked at the cock in her mouth, hearing him grunt as she took him by surprise, knowing he would not hold back if she kept him in there. Slurping sounds came from every hole being used as her body accepted everything being given to it. Inside her, her belly melted into pools of pure delight as the waves began to reappear, and she knew she would not be able to last long. The belts pulled at her wrists and ankles as she strained to gain every inch of every offering being given to her. And then it happened. The sweat on her brow stood out like beads of ice as her skin suddenly cooled, and her mind tore into two as the clear sharp stabs of delight cleansed her soul. She felt herself pouring all over the table, sweat running from everywhere. Her body melted to jelly as the delight raced through her, she pulled hard against every binding, the pain not being felt as such. It merely served to send her further into the maelstrom she was riding through. Shuddering, jerking, spasming into oblivion, her body racked and writhed its' way along, her cunt and her arse spasming in unison, gaining every single ounce of delight from the intruders, before the powerful muscular contortions began to force them from her. In her mouth, the heat of John's cock seemed to cool slightly, before she felt the drip of come on her tongue just before the taste sent her wild. She opened her eyes, blurred vision clearing in time to see his bollocks stop swinging, clenching, the skin on them suddenly tightening. She watched as he came, heard him groan above her as he stood upright, his hands on the table on each side of her head, trapping her there against his forearms. Unable to move her head, she watched, tasted, swallowed, as he came in her mouth, the salty splash hitting the back of her throat, and she swallowed greedily, her head pinned to accept him. He stayed hard long enough for her to lick, lap, and suckle every last drop of his offerings to her. She wanted him inside her mouth, she wanted to swallow everything. She knew now that he had come in every one of her places, and she had accepted it all, but on her own terms. Her body shivered with delight and the aftershocks of rippling waves of pleasure, as he stepped lightly backwards, her tongue extending to hold his softening cock as long as possible. When at last he slipped from her reach, she closed her eyes and licked her lips, swallowing and enjoying the fresh taste in her mouth. She felt his lips on hers, and opened her eyes to gaze into his, and they kissed deep and long, her tongue letting him have the return of his own taste of come, as he had often done to her when he had licked and eaten her out. X His hands reached to her shoulders and massaged her, then slipped down to the legs of the table to undo the fetters, which held her there. She never moved a muscle, letting the blood flow to do its' work. As he stepped behind her to untie her ankles also, he licked and lapped at her sweet minge, tasting the juices of her own coming, enjoying the trembling she gave as further little aftershocks of delight were forced into her. She let him continue till he had untied her, and she murmured with delight as his big hands caressed her back. Then he licked his way up her spine, rubbing at her aching shoulders and arms as he covered her with his warmth, and nibbled the back of her neck.