17 comments/ 18950 views/ 0 favorites Slaying the Dragon By: ukresearcher Warning. This story goes beyond simple infidelity in a cuckold direction, there is coerced gay activity, a dreaded cream pie and the couple involved aren't even married. Apart from all that, I intended this to be a rather light hearted tale. * I'm a big guy, 6' 3" in my stocking feet and reasonably well built. I played a lot of rugby at school and college, and I'm fast, not fast enough for competitive sprinting but certainly speedy enough to outrun the bulkier guys who are better designed for blocking. I should also mention that I am considered to be rather good looking. The only downside to what might be regarded as almost the perfect package is that erect my cock only measures 6.5 inches on a good day. Now I know that length is considered to be safely on the upper side of average but on a body my size it seems somewhat less than proportional. My problem is exacerbated by the fact that my penis is of the kind that expands to three times the length between a flaccid and erect state. Despite that 'handicap', I've screwed a great number of girls and never had any complaints. I'll admit that I have seen a look of disappointment flit across some girl's faces when I first revealed my equipment to them but, with the skilled use of fingers and tongue, I always acquitted myself well enough that, by the end of the evening, they were all eager for another encounter. After university I spent four years building a career. During that period my time and opportunities were reduced but I still managed to maintain a pretty high average. My ambition was to fuck every attractive woman in the world. I knew that I wouldn't succeed but I intended to have a damn good try. A lot of my conquests were one night stands and even those of longer duration seldom lasted more than four to six weeks. My problem was that, no matter how lush the pasture I was grazing in, I couldn't stop constantly scanning adjacent fields in the hope of something better. I was feeling pretty smug thinking that I had everything tied up but then Sylvia came into my world. They say that if a large asteroid were ever to hit the earth then the lives of everybody alive would be completely changed. I have to say that Sylvia was my personal asteroid. Sylvia is intelligent, exciting, vibrant, daring, extrovert and possibly the loveliest looking female I've ever seen. I was totally smitten from first sight. We first met at the gym that I regularly attended trying to keep in shape, where she was a gymnast in semi serious training. She was not into international competition because that particular niche has long been monopolised by pre-pubescent girls. Instead, with other normal bodied women she was in a club which put on demonstrations at village fairs and other outdoor summer events. These performances always were much appreciated, particularly by the male spectators. Right at the start Sylvia told me that she loved pushing her limits to get the adrenaline high and had already done bungee jumping, paragliding and sky diving, with the first two activities performed while naked on at least one occasion. When she revealed that last fact my imagination went into overdrive because that must have been a mouth-watering sight. At 5' 6", her body is slim and extremely supple but her female attributes are present in pleasing abundance. While her breasts are not overlarge they are pert and firm and she has a perfect bubble butt. I'm especially pleased about that because many of her fellow gymnasts tend to have more boyish behinds. I'll have to refrain from describing her gorgeous legs or else I will have to stop typing for a while until I've calmed down again. We moved in together very quickly but I was soon to find that although the sex was fabulous it was frequently far from straightforward. We joined the mile high club under a blanket during a long overnight flight and had sex on the upper deck of a bus while it was in motion. We were alone but put on a graphic display which could be watched by the driver through his periscope from the deck below. Thinking back, we were bloody lucky that the bus didn't crash. We fucked down a pothole. That was awkward , uncomfortable and in fact rather unpleasant but it did tick the box. In contrast, another exploit in the opposite direction remains one of the best experiences of my life. We went rock climbing together on a face that was classified as fairly severe, and as it was a gloriously warm summer day and we were the only people in sight, she decided that we should shed all our clothing before starting the climb. Sylvia led with me following up as anchor and I want you to imagine the sight of her pretty little tush winking at me all the way up, as I followed eagerly her steps. You try climbing with a steel stiff erection. At the top we fucked like animals, over and over again until we were in danger in losing the light and were both so tired that we were lucky to make it down safely. With her very unconventional behaviour and hedonistic attitude I assumed she must have had sex with hundreds of guys, her skill and uninhibited exuberance adding to that impression. I didn't mind because with my track record I was hardly in a position to be upset. However, imagine the pleasant surprise when she declared that she had only had sex with a couple of guys in all of her twenty-two years. She had lost her virginity at a friend's party when she was seventeen after drinking too much. Sylvia confessed that she had not been quite as drunk as she had pretended; she said she just decided that it was time. Unfortunately when the deed was done, there was blood all over the bed, the seducer panicked and left and nor did she hang around to explain the stained sheets. Added together it was not a good experience and it put her off sex for another two years. "Then I got with Robbie," Sylvia told me, still with a detectable twinge of sadness in her voice, "I thought he was marvellous, in fact he was very like you in a lot of ways. We lived together for a year and I really thought that I loved him but then I found out that the bastard was cheating on me and had been for most of the time we were together." "That was two years ago," I said, quickly calculating, "How have you managed for sex since then." "I've looked after myself," Sylvia said defiantly, looking at me boldly in an unashamed way, "I've got rather good at it and I reckon that I can give myself more pleasure than most men could deliver." She paused and then said, "I have thought trying it with women but haven't got round to it yet. I once exchanged tongue kisses with another girl at school but nothing at all like it since. I have seen quite a few females that I fancied but somehow I never knew quite what to say. That's the only area in life where I ever have that kind of problem." Now her words had tapped into my favourite fantasy. "I think it's perfectly natural," I declared emphatically. With so many women having such gorgeous bodies, I don't understand how they manage to keep their hands off each other, especially in situations where they are wearing very little. Whenever I want to watch porn, I always look for a good lesbian video first." "It turns you on?" "God yes, but I would really like to be there, not joining in but able to watch from close up." As I finished speaking I had a sudden hope that my fantasy might come true. "I can understand that, I would really like to see two guys doing each other." "I can get you a gay video, "I offered, "But you'll have to watch it by yourself." Sylvia shook her head, "That wouldn't do. What gets me really hot in my fantasy is the thought that one of the guys is doing it unwillingly. Besides which, like you I'd want to watch it live and up close, to soak up the atmosphere and smell as they made each other all hot and sticky." That image didn't grab me at all so I shook my head doubtfully but could quickly see that my girl friend was far from pleased with me. "So you'd go crazy watching two girls getting each other off but wouldn't even want to watch a couple of ripped guys doing the same," Sylvia said sharply with a disapproving tone to her voice. "I'm sorry but the thought makes me shudder," I confirmed. "I've nothing against guys who are gay and I would never want to harm one. I think it's an affliction they are probably born with so why would I make it worse. I don't mind what they do as long as it's not in my back yard." I should have been more diplomatic but the topic caught me on a bit of a raw nerve. In my rugby playing days I used to revel in the exhilaration of being on the field but dreaded the communal showers afterwards. Strangely more than one player claimed that the times in the showers were the best part of the whole deal but I just couldn't get that whole naked camaraderie thing. There was also a lot of gratuitous embracing and wrestling in the water on any flimsy excuse, so much so that I often suspected that many had strong inclinations that way. So I always bathed quickly and deliberately positioned myself near the wall but I never knew whether to face towards it or away. Facing out I risked remarks such as, "If you tied a bit of string round it, it would be easier to find when you want to piss", but by taking the other option there was always the danger of a sudden wet finger probing my anus. Perhaps it was all that which had inspired me to screw around so energetically, as if sub consciously trying to establish my masculine credentials. But now I had got a girl who was more woman than any female I had ever known and the fact that she also fancied me was the best testimonial that I could have hoped for. I felt especially proud down at the gym because when she was exercising she had a regular fan club of admirers watching discretely from a distance. Knowing that so many handsome muscular types would give their eye teeth for just a taste of what I enjoyed every single night was an ego trip to beat any other. They should have been lucky enough to see her doing those same exercises at home because she always discards the gym leotard and goes through her routine naked. I always sit cross-legged on the floor simulating a yoga position but that's only a ploy to get the best vantage point for what I know is to come. There is one particular exercise where she stands with her back to me gradually extending her legs until they are far apart and then leans forward to place the palms of both hands flat on the floor. The best bit is, while holding position she somehow rotes her pelvis in a sensuous circular motion. It always ends with Sylvia leaning further forward to give me an upside down cheeky grin between her legs. I'm sure she gets pleasure from seeing the steam issuing from my ears. I've never seen this discussed but I think that vaginas suffer from wear and tear over a lifetime and even after just a few years of particularly heavy use. I'm not saying that they ever lose appeal but the evidence is in porn. The cunts of the newbie girls seem so neat and mouth-wateringly desirable compared to those of the more season performers which often have inner lips exposed. Sylvia's garden of delight is of the former variety. Add to that mental picture the fact that although she has quite a lot of pubic hair, it is a very light brown and clings tightly to her mound. I just enjoy having sex as often as possible but Sylvia was always chasing a new high. One day as we were caressing and chatting as a prelude to sex, she suddenly told me, "Robbie once took me to see an art house movie. I think it was soft porn and almost forty years old and I can't remember anything about the film except for one particular scene. In it the girl went through a doorway and was confronted by a three story accommodation block ahead which occupied three sides of a rectangle. On both of the upper stories there were wrought iron continuous balconies which extended the whole way round and they were filled with workmen, all leaning forward on the rail and all completely naked except for hard hats and heavy workboots. The camera went into close up and slowly panned the whole way round, showing hundreds of cocks of every size, shape and colour. In the film the cocks were all hanging down limp but in all of my fantasies since they are wonderfully stiff." It was easy to imagine the scene she described but it somehow failed to generate in me the same excitement that it did in her. Still lost in the memory, Sylvia gave my penis an extra hard squeeze and then, lowering her voice to a more confidential tone, she went on, "I had that fantasy a lot but then I got a better one. It wasn't long after we got together that I had a particularly vivid dream. It was of a large warship with all the rails lined by sailors in their white uniforms and I was slowly sailing past on a big yacht . I was right up in the prow and completely nude, I was waving to the men and they were enthusiastically waving back. I suddenly thought how delicious it would be if they all had an erection that was caused by me so I started doing my limbering up exercises and when I got to the one where I put my ankle behind my ear they gave a massive cheer. Unfortunately, hearing them cheer like that made me cum but then I immediately woke up. No matter how I tried I couldn't get back in the dream" Marriage had never appealed to me and with the present almost universal acceptance of cohabitation it was becoming almost an outmoded convention. But suddenly I saw it completely differently. With my far from limited experience of females, I knew that Sylvia was pretty unique and I was desperate not to lose her. It was imperative that I have some claim on her and marriage seemed the only way. Mentally I even thought in terms of it putting my brand on her; even while knowing that, even metaphorically, you put your brand on a woman in a very different way than marriage. I did the proposal the full traditional way with no expense spared. Garlands of red roses delivered that morning, a sumptuous meal in an expensive restaurant and a ring that cost considerably more than I could really afford. Sylvia couldn't help guessing that I had something special but right from the start a certain uneasiness in her demeanour gave me the premonition that that my hopes were to be dashed. I persevered but when I got to the 'Will you marry me?' line I dropped the classic down on one knee stuff, realising how silly I would look when she refused me. Sylvia was ready with her response. Quickly reaching out a hand she gripped one of mine had and, looking me straight in the eyes she said softly, "Sweetheart, I love you with all my heart and I'm never going to leave you but I won't marry you. I've vowed to never get married unless I'm completely sure that the man is totally committed to me." "But I am fully committed," I protested, "That's exactly the reason why I asked you." "Marriage is easy to do but all the statistics say that staying married is the difficult part." "Isn't asking proof of intended commitment?" I argued. "At one time it might have been but not now. I never told you but Robbie and I were engaged and actually planning the wedding when I found out about him. I never intend to be hurt like that again." There was nothing else to say so I just sat there morosely, desperately wishing the rest of the evening away. Sylvia put up with my dejection for a minute or two but then she smiled and said brightly, "Come on, stop looking so miserable, it's not the end of the world you know. Aren't we happy as we are, why can't we just carry on being us? I'm not going to run away and leave you." That was exactly my fear and the sincerity in her eyes lifted a great burden from my heart. In the following surge of happiness I made a weak joke, it made her laugh but I've forgotten what I said. We exchanged some sentences with both of us trying to get back to normal and then Sylvia said thoughtfully, "My problem is I think that I was born at the wrong time. I should have lived during the age of chivalry, when ladies had knights in shining armour who went on quests and slew dragons to prove their commitment." I joined in using the same light-hearted tone, saying, "I wish that I lived then because I would prove my valour for you by questing for the biggest baddest dragon in the land." "Just going on a quest wouldn't be enough," Sylvia warned. "I'd want to see it with my own eyes so my knight would have to actually present me with the dragon's head, just to prove that he hadn't spent the time fucking damsels in distress." "Show me a dragon and I'll slay him for you," I stated with bravado and shortly afterwards we retuned home to enjoy some enjoyable and unusually emotional hours in bed. Life retuned to normal except that my girl seemed to get ever more daring. Sylvia had always enjoyed flashing but now she pushed the limits. She did it in many situations but there was one particular scenario that she enjoyed more than any other. Wearing a very short skirt and leaving her panties at home we used head to one of the better class hotels where I hovered in the background while she selected her target and her preference was for middle aged respectable looking males sitting alone. Waiting for the opportunity and making sure that this lone guy was the sole beneficiary, Sylvia then contrived to give the lucky man a seemingly accidental but prolonged flash of her naked pussy. The look on some of their faces was indescribable. Sylvia loved seeing the sudden lust in men's eyes and knowing she was causing erections, even admitting that doing this sometimes made her cum on the spot. Afterwards we always rushed off somewhere, (not always home) to fuck our brains out. Finding risky places to fuck was also an ongoing hobby and during the following weeks we screwed up a tall tree, in a bunker on the golf course while players were still going round, on children's swings, in various rowing boats and once in a swaying cable-car taking us up a mountain. We had serious plans to fuck near the end of a runway while large jumbo jets were passing close overhead as they landed. At one time it might have been possible but Syl eventually conceded that today's security made it far too risky. I pretended that I was as disappointed as she but secretly I was more than a little relieved. Then one day, I'm not sure whether we had just finished sex or were building up to it, when Sylvia asked, "Do you still want to marry me?" "You know I do. Have you changed your mind?" I asked hopefully. "Not exactly but I have found a dragon for you to slay," she said. "Consider it dead, just lead me to it," I declared bravely. "Don't be in such a hurry until you know what I want," Sylvia warned. "This is only a symbolic dragon but everybody knows that dragons certainly aren't easy." "Symbolic or real I don't care. Just tell me what you want me to do." "You don't like being in contact with gay males, do you," she asked, as if changing the subject." "Not if I can help it," I confirmed, giving a little shudder to emphasise the point." "To prove your commitment, I want you to suck another man's cock while I watch, that's the 'head' that I want you to present to me," Sylvia said slowly. Then, as I lay in stunned silence, she added, "And I don't mean just putting it in your mouth for a minute. It's got to be the whole thing, right through to the end." I didn't say much. There was little I could say. It seemed important not to argue and build this into a point of contention so I limited myself to head nodding and vague mumbling. I know that I left the impression that I did intend to do it but qualified by saying that I needed to needed to get my mind right first. Just the idea dampened my ardour for the rest of the night and by the next morning I had decided that marriage wasn't really important after all. I had been converted to Sylvia's original opinion that we were perfectly fine as we were. Slaying the Dragon Two weeks later we were lying in bed when I casually and possessively started to slide my hand up to the top of her thigh but to my amazement she took my hand firmly and moved it away. Perplexed I looked for an explanation only to be confronted by her pent up anger. "You don't care for me at all," Sylvia accused. "All I am to you is a good fuck, a good fuck that's always available to you. Well I'm telling you buster that I'm not going to be available any more." "What's wrong sweetheart, you know that I love you more than anything in the world, I protested, a pained look on my face. "No you don't and now I've got proof. Two weeks ago tonight I asked you to do something for me, you swore that you would but I'm still waiting. In all that time you haven't mentioned the quest once and I doubt you've even thought about it." "I don't know what you expect me to do," I said in a conciliatory tone, for the first time realising that this was serious. "Why not start practising?" Sylvia suggested, "I doubt if you're a born cock sucker, unless there's something you haven't told me. I'm sure that all those ancient knights put in lots of training before they set out on a quest." Suddenly I saw the answer to my dilemma. We didn't know any gay men, there weren't even any on the edges of our social circle and we certainly didn't visit clubs where they might congregate. Furthermore, I doubted very much if any ordinary gay would be willing to participate in the kind of scenario that Sylvia had in mind. All that I had to do was pretend to be eager, get in lots of willing so-called practice, and Sylva might declare the quest satisfied by default. "When do we start?" I asked with pretended eagerness, in the circumstances I could hardly do otherwise. "Why not straight away?" Sylvia shot back, taking me by surprise. "Sit yourself on the edge of the bed while I get my stuff," and with that she almost scampered across the bedroom to start delving in the bottom of her wardrobe. I had no idea what 'stuff' she was talking about but I did as ordered and waited patiently until she walked towards me carrying a rather weird contraption. I didn't resist as she lowered it over my head and started to buckle it in place. There were two shoulder pads that fastened under the arms and these supported cheek pieces on either side of my head. "What is this in aid of?" I enquired. "You'll soon find out," Sylvia said cryptically, "For now think of it as your armour, knights always wore armour for quests." I soon discovered that it acted like blinkers on a horse, in that although I had full movement of my head backwards and forward it was impossible to turn it to either side. Sylvia had now moved behind me and the brush of her rigid nipples on my back showed how aroused she was by all this. Suddenly something came down to obscure my vision and I felt her quickly secure the blindfold in place. "Why is that necessary?" I asked, unable to keep a bit of impatience from my voice. "It's entirely for your benefit," she told me smugly. "I don't see how?" "I'm only thinking of you. I thought it would be easier for you to suck some anonymous penis that you can't see rather than knowing that it belongs to some macho, arrogant male who is smirking at you all the time you're sucking his big cock." For a moment her words made the whole thing seem far too real and I had a surge of panic until I reasoned that practicing would do me no harm and I always had the ultimate sanction of refusing if ever a live cock appeared on the scene. Sylvia moved away and a minute later I felt something cold on my ankles which I later found were a pair of shackles connected by a short chain. She got me kneeling on the floor before making a last trip to the wardrobe which resulted in my hands behind my back and wearing handcuffs that were connected in some way to the shackles. I was left rather severely constrained and as I tested the limit of my remaining movement I felt Sylvia's soft hand gently caressing my balls. I assumed that I was about to be rewarded for submitting to her plan but as I waited with growing anticipation, my testicles were suddenly squeezed rather severely. The love of my life gave a satisfied chuckle and said happily, "Have you realised yet quite how helpless you are? You're completely in my power and I can do anything I like to you." I had to believe that she was joking so I forced out a laugh and said hopefully, "You can but you won't." "You're probably correct," Sylvia conceded, "But it is very tempting to make use of the freedom." She waited a moment then said, "You should be OK but only as long as you do every single thing I say, like sucking the cock of the very handsome young man who's just walked into the room." Being completely sure that there was still only the pair of us, I continued my eagerness ploy, saying, "I can't wait." "Then open your mouth and give it a taste," Syl commanded. I parted my lips but at the last moment I had a moment of panic as I suddenly wondered if I could be wrong but when something touched my tongue I immediately knew what it was. We had a six inch long , white plastic vibrator that we used to tip her over the edge to orgasm whenever I was having problems making her cum while fucking. It had been in my mouth many times when I licked her juices off it after use. The knowledge that this was just pretend allowed me to give an Oscar worthy portrayal of a total cock slut. I suspect that the duration of my practice was cut short that day because suddenly Sylvia was hurriedly releasing my bonds and we spent the next two hours frantically fucking. I had seldom found her so wet. The next two weeks passed uneventfully except that Sylvia was unusually loving and also seemed to have lost her craving to seek out risky sex somewhere in the public domain but that Friday and the ones on each of the next two weeks, the knight's quest paraphernalia came out of her wardrobe again. By that third occasion, cock sucking the vibrator was just going through the motions but Sylvia enlivened proceedings by taking advantage of my helplessness to mercilessly tease and torment my nipples and genitals. The time after that, I was so keen for the 'torture' to start that I tried to speed up the process of incapacitation by offering to secure the shackles myself while she sorted out the handcuffs. Sylvia seemed to be on the same wavelength because, when I was safely trussed up, instead of immediately producing the vibrator she started instead on the teasing caresses. It was a pleasing development because I guessed that she was getting off so much on the bondage style games that she couldn't be bothered to persevere with the oral practice. I was wrong. Suddenly Sylvia stopped and said, "Was that something outside the door, I'd better check." I tried to say that I hadn't heard anything but she ignored me and the next moment I heard her open the bedroom door. "Come in," she said, shocking me to the core and before I could even start to recover, she continued, "Darling, I want you to meet Paul; he's offered to help us out." My mind was in turmoil because I couldn't believe that this was real. Trying to ignore my pounding heart, I tried a logical approach. It seemed impossible that someone had been lurking, hidden in the house, for the past two hours or more so the only way she could have contrived this would be to foolishly give him a key. Even then I could swear that I hadn't heard the outside door open. Sylvia's voice speaking seductively just by my ear interrupted my train of thought, as she whispered, "Paul's cock is much larger than the little white dick you've been sucking so far and it's also very black, so open your mouth like a good boy." I did open my mouth wide in an almost unthinking reflex action but I was filled with a feeling of trepidation which magnified when the sensation that I felt on my tongue was unmistakably skin and although the 'thing' was rigid and heavy it also had the softness of flesh. I came close to admitting to myself that this was the real thing but then several discrepancies began to add up. There was no taste and no smell and it felt cool in my mouth. On top of that I was sure that I had been unable to sense the presence of another person in the room. The answer was suddenly obvious; my very devious girl friend had somehow acquired a cyber skin dildo to confuse me. With the confidence of that knowledge, I was able to go to town and put on a convincing performance that I was really enjoying the activity. Seriously it wasn't at all unpleasant. My mouth was far fuller than with the vibrator and I was able to mimic the actions when Sylvia did it to me. Apart from the moments when she pushed too far in and made me gag, I started to get a degree of real pleasure from what I was doing and realised that if the real thing was not too different then I might be able to handle it after all. The sex afterwards hit another high but afterwards, as we lay cuddling and calming down, Sylvia said quietly, "You guessed very quickly that it wasn't real, didn't you?" "Not completely but I was pretty confident that nobody had come into the house for hours," I admitted, "Apart from that, buying that big black dildo was a brilliant. When I first felt that thing in my mouth I was completely fooled for a second or two." Grinning I looked towards my girl only to find she was lying with a rather pensive look on her face. From that night I was counting off the days until the next time. What was not to look forward to, I loved the bondage teasing, the after release sex was fantastic and I had even got a kind of perverted pleasure slurping away on that fake cock. When the night finally came there was an immediate new development in that she stripped off her top before we even started. "Why this new pleasure?" I asked, gazing very appreciatively at her bare tits." "It's not for you stupid," Sylvia shot back, "This is for my new lover, he wanted to see my breasts to make sure that his cock gets stiff for you." This pumped my anticipation to fever pitch, so I went with her to the wardrobe so that we could get all her gear in one trip but despite my 'help' she continued at her own pace. There was one small surprise. Since we started this practice thing her preparations had been perfect but this time she slipped up. Instead of waiting until I was secured and blindfolded, she removed the cyberskin phallus from its hiding place and rather carelessly concealed it under her pillow. I then waited for the show to start, safe in the knowledge that it would be business as usual. Again she started with the teasing but this time she concentrated on tormenting my nuts instead of the shaft. Although this tended to be more painful, I was nicely getting into it when the doorbell rang. Sylvia acted as if she was expecting it and said, "That will be the friend I've recruited to help you complete your quest." I didn't believe a word of it. "Then you'd better go down and let him in," I said, entering into the spirit of the thing. She scampered off leaving me thinking admiringly, 'Clever girl." I couldn't think how she had managed to engineer the bell to ring but I knew how bloody ingenious she could be when she set her mind to it. Even so, I listened intently for the sound of a male voice but heard nothing. Sylvia did take longer than I expected to get back to the bedroom but immediately she did she said, "Darling I want you to meet my new friend, his name is Jack but perhaps you should call him Dragon." "Pleased to see you," I offered, this a play on words because I very much doubted if there was anyone to see and even if there was, in my blindfolded state I couldn't 'see' him. A moment later, just in front of me I heard a zip being pulled down, closely followed by the sound of a belt buckle being undone. I also became aware of a foreign presence but quickly convinced myself that this had been induced by the clever sound effects. That was the last moment that I existed as my complacent former self. My nostrils were suddenly assailed by the familiar sweaty aroma of the changing room accompanied by an underlying strong male musky smell. "OK, cocksucker, get that virgin mouth open and let's get this show on the road," a rough, very masculine voice ordered. Instinctively my teeth clamped shut; I pressed my lips tightly together and tried desperately to turn my head to the side. "Listen mini dick, you're going to do this, willingly or not. I'm going to count to ten. One, two." "Maybe I should pinch his nose shut so he can't breathe," my loyal Sylvia volunteered." "No need," my assailant assured her, "I've done this plenty of times before and they always crack, usually very quickly. I think that most of really want to do it but feel a need to resist at first." Following that short distraction the count was resumed but I maintained my defiance until I received two painful blows across my mouth, first one side and then the other. They were undoubtedly made by his penis and I could tell that the organ was long, thick and heavy. Trust Sylvia to select a prime beast for my quest. I was also sure that it was not yet stiff due to the detectable whiplash effect. It also hurt, enough to bring tears to my eyes and I also felt that, due to my clenched teeth, had the blows been slightly harder then my lips might have split. "Open your moth for him darling," Sylvia whispered in my ear, "This is what you've been practicing for and I don't want to see you suffer." I don't know if it were due to a sense of self preservation or her urging but my mouth opened, as if of its own volition, and the next moment something very large intruded inside, completely filling it. The expected surge of nausea failed to materialise and the only emotion I felt, apart from shock, was one of curiosity. Letting the cock lie motionless on my tongue I mentally ticked of all that I could deduce. The main thing I could tell was that it was alive and thus very different from the substitutes I had practiced on. It was also very warm, almost hot, and I could sense a pulse near the end. There was a strong taste but it was unlike any I knew and I find it difficult finding words to describe it. Jack became impatient saying, "What are you waiting for punk?" And then, speaking to Sylvia, he said, "I thought you said you'd been teaching him but if this is all he can do I might need to train you both." He bounced his cock in my mouth and I did try to oblige but for some reason my mind had gone completely blank on everything I had done in the practice sessions. "OK," the voice snarled, "If you are not going to blow me properly, I'll just have to fuck your face," and with that he started thrusting much further into my mouth. I'm not saying that he jabbed in particularly hard but just kept up a steady regular action that kept impacting the back of my throat in a way that went far beyond my area of comfort. Almost immediately I was gagging and spluttering, quickly followed by tears streaming from my eyes and saliva escaping from both sides of my mouth to run down my chin. "Swallow hard when you want to gag," he suggested, "I'm not saying my cock will go right down your throat just yet but it might make it easier for you." I tried, I really tried because I had no option but it didn't work and the tone of his voice had suggested that he hadn't really expected it to. It was a nightmare that seemed to go on and on without end but then it suddenly stopped. I think perhaps Sylvia said something. Ironically, I had just admitted to myself that I had quite enjoyed having a cock in my mouth until he started trying to choke me. The important thing now was to muster enough effort to make him less inclined to start thrusting again. I employed my full repertoire if that isn't a misnomer, as it comprised a mish-mash of what I remembered Sylvia doing to me, snippets of the many porn stories I'd read and what I had learned with the dildoes, particularly the cyberskin one. Jack aided my efforts by withdrawing his cock until little more than the huge bulbous head remained in my mouth. I was able to lick round the rim, paying particular attention to the fraenum and even wiggling the tip of my tongue into his piss slit. I was rather satisfying to feel him react to my efforts. Every so often I detected a sweetish, sticky taste and decided that this must be pre-cum and from then on concentrated on causing more emissions. After a few minutes of this, Sylvia's voice from just behind my left ear whispered, "You're doing really well, I'm so proud of you." It's strange how pleased I was to hear that." For a couple of minutes or so I heard nothing more except for the slurping noise that I couldn't help making and Jack's increased rate of breathing until Sylvia said teasingly, "I'm sitting on the bed just behind you and my legs are as far apart as they will go. I should also mention that I took of my panties, in fact I'm completely naked and Jack has a perfect view of my bare cunt." I was not at all happy with this news and it tended to distract me from my oral ministrations and it got even worse when Sylvia carried on to say, "You also don't know that I've shaved down there and now I'm beautifully smooth. I looked in a mirror and now you can see every tiny detail of my pussy and I think you're going to love it. I did it especially for you but now Jack is getting to see it first." With that vivid image in my brain, I resumed the sucking with increased fervour. I was starting to discover that I could cause the cock in my mouth both to get more excited and to calm down. In my helpless state it was a real feeling of power and I was beginning to understand why some females got so much pleasure from this activity. It was then that Sylvia chose to add fuel to the fire, murmuring seductively, "I've been playing with myself all the time but now I'm using both hands. I'm pulling the lips of my cunt apart so that Jack can see how pink and wet I am right up inside my pussy, I'm so very wet that my juices are all running out and making a big damp patch on the covers." I could clearly hear her now heavy breathing and my personal dragon's breath sounded as loud. "Get yourself ready my love," Sylvia said suddenly in an exited voice, "I don't know if its because of looking at my cunt or what you are doing to him with your mouth but I think he's going to cum any second. " There was no need of the warning. His cock seemed to have expanded, the skin on the head felt extremely tight and the whole over powered organ seemed to be pulsating along its length. Next moment the semen flooded into my mouth in six identifiable copious jets. A mysterious kind of pride made me not want to miss any but for some reason he suddenly jerked his penis out of my mouth so that the last spurt went across my top lip and the lower part of my nostrils. The taste was unexpected. The sweetness of the pre cum had lulled me into a false sense of security because I had half expected this to be as pleasant, but instead it was bitter, with an almost chemical chlorine type taste. I also thought it would be more runny but this was thick with a kind of clotted texture. Following the ejaculation there was total silence for a long moment and then Jack said, "Wow, that was good. You started off a bit slow pal but I reckon you could be a natural at sucking cock. You're privileged though; I've been saving that lot up specially for you for almost a week." I was unsure what to do next. Of necessity I was breathing through my nose and was worried that some of the stray semen might get sucked up into my nasal passages. Jack spoke again but now his voice sounded less rough than it had at the start. "Don't swallow my cum straight away, just hold it in your mouth for a bit to absorb the moment. And when you do swallow, just tip your head and lit it slip down your throat like an oyster. I wouldn't know but they say that you can't tell the difference." Slaying the Dragon Speaking to Sylvia he asked if he could use the bathroom to get cleaned up and immediately he left she was off the bed and in front of me, greedily licking the cum of my lips before sticking her tongue deep in my mouth. At the same moment I felt her hand on my cock and for first time realised that it was almost painfully stiff and aching for relief. Sylvia was pleased by this same discovery, "Something tells me that wasn't such a terrible ordeal after all," she chuckled mischievously, "In fact I almost think that you enjoyed it a whole lot." "I'm just glad that it's all over," I muttered, not willing to admit how close to the truth she was. "Well darling, you've fully satisfied my quest," Sylvia said solemnly, "You've earned your reward so I'll marry you as soon as you like -- that is if you still want me to." "You know I do, just get me out of this contraption and I'll show you just how much," I declared fervently. Sylvia hesitated and then said, "Sweetheart, I will let you out in a bit but I've got to pay Jack first." "Pay him?" I spluttered, "Why the fuck do you have to pay him?" "Because I kind of found him through an advert. He offers a kind of service and says that he's done this quite a few times." "How bloody much did he ask for?" This time she hesitated even longer before saying, "He didn't ask for money, he wanted to fuck me instead." "And what did you say?" "I promised him that he could. Sweetheart, it was the only way that I could set up the quest for you." "And what do you expect me to do while he's shagging you?" "Darling, I expect you to sit and listen; you don't really have any other choice. Just think of it as little extra test." At that moment I heard the sound of the bedroom door opening as Jack re-entered the room but, before jumping eagerly back onto the bed, Sylvia put her lips close to my ear and whispered sexily, "After seeing such a gorgeous big cock, you couldn't really expect me to let him leave without trying it out, at least once." I was treating this as another big tease and at first those last words seemed to confirm it but when I realised that there had been an underlying seriousness in her tone I was filled with a mixture of panic and rage. "You can't do this to me," I wailed, "Forget your promise to him; you promised me you would always be mine. Please don't do it. How do you think I'll feel having to listen to you having sex with another man? You can't expect me to still marry you after that. I thought you lov...." Anything more that I intended to say was abruptly interrupted by a strong thumb and forefinger on either side of my mouth pressed painfully together to prevent further speech, this action accompanied by Jack's angry voice warning, "Shut the fuck up. Listen wimp, I don't give a toss whether you marry the tart or not but you're not going to fucking spoil this for me with your pitiful whining, so one more sound out of you and I'll tell her to put the ball-gag in." A heard the faint sound of springs as Jack's weight joined my future wife on the bed. "I'm afraid you'll need to give me a few minutes before I'm ready to go again," he informed her. "It doesn't matter, I've been dying to get that gorgeous cock in my mouth and I'll soon make you stiff again," Sylvia volunteered, "I've been positively envious watching what you've just been doing." Jack quickly disappointed her saying, "That will have to wait, first I want a nice long taste of that tempting split you've been flaunting at me and later I intend to fill it up with cream for you." Both of them were talking as if I wasn't there but at that point conversation ceased and the unmistakeable sounds of cunilingus took its place. It was soon obvious that he was doing something right as Sylvia sighed, "Oh Yes, Oh yes, that so nice. Don't stop." There followed an interval filled with her appreciative noises until she enthused, "You've got a lovely long tongue, just like your wonderful penis." I had done this same thing to her so many times that I could vividly imagine every sensation that he was experiencing. Denied vision it was hard to calculate the passage of time but I reckon that this carried on for more than fifteen minutes, during which I'm pretty sure he made her cum three times. I very rarely manage to do it more than once but then, unless Sylvia insists that I continue, after giving her one orgasm I usually stop, eager to start fucking. Sitting in darkness, I was very aware of the pervasive acrid, arid taste of semen in my mouth and it tasted even worse than the moment when it had arrived fresh and warm on my tongue. Then there were other overwhelming sensations and emotions to distract me but now I had nothing to do but ponder the nuances of taste and listen to the girl that I loved more than the world being sexed by a far better endowed man. Suddenly there was sound of renewed movement on the bed and Jack's voice said, "OK, juicy twat, now's your chance to show me that you are better than your hubby at using your mouth but I must say that he's set you a high target to aim for." Now Sylvia never was a girl to shirk a challenge and I soon heard the sound of licking and slurping, accompanied by her intermittent sighs and moans. Again just guessing, I think she spent about ten minutes pleasuring him that way, (far less than my 'ordeal'), but then he stopped her saying "You're going to make me cum in a minute and I want to save that to squirt right up inside you." There was some changing of position and then his voice observed, "You're very wet so we might not need any lube." Then Sylvia confirmed this, with the words, "I don't think I've ever been quite this wet before." He enquired if she was ready and she must have confirmed that she was but the next thing I heard was her crying out in panic, "No, No, Stop. It hurts. It's too big. Please take it out." I think that Jack left his cock in place but must have stopped moving because he advised, "Take deep breaths, try to relax and the pain will soon go away." This was when it really hit me that another man's oversized penis was entering a place that I had believed to be exclusively mine. My guts clenched up as if twisted by a metal hand but perversely, at the same time the painful stiffness of my dick returned to my attention. " "You can push it a bit further in but please go slowly and promise to stop if I tell you," Sylvia told him hesitantly. There followed a series of stops and starts and from the number I calculated that he must have been advancing an inch at a time, but then they must have started fucking because from then on I was 'entertained' by almost continuous squealing broken occasionally by unintelligible strings of words shouted out by Sylvia, together with noises made by her but which I can't describe and had certainly never heard before. I could almost believe that she was having one long continuous orgasm After an unknown length of time they paused for breath and Sylvia said that she wanted to be on top, upon which they changed position with her in one of the two cowgirl positions. It was less frantic now and apart from her noises of pleasure there was little to hear until she started to enthuse saying, "I never dreamed that fucking could feel so completely wonderful. I feel so full and I can tell that you are very deep inside me. It's unbelievably fantastic and to think that I really believed that size didn't make a big difference. I'm loving it, every fucking second." More was said but has slipped my mind. By now I was suffering from mental fatigue and was generally numb, apart from growing feelings of cramp due to my prolonged constricted posture and the fact that my cock now felt so stiff and brittle that I feared it might snap off completely should it receive an accidental knock. At this point they reverted to what I assumed to be missionary and there followed a long build up to the inevitable crescendo, when he gave a great bellow and I knew that he was pumping his promised cream, further inside her than I could ever reach. I glad to say that they didn't linger long in post coital lethargy and thankfully quickly I heard him dressing. They kissed and Sylvia said sincerely, "Thank you so much, that was wonderful," to which he gallantly replied, "The pleasure was all mine. Any time." He moved to the door but before exiting he paused to say, "I've got to ask, why the hell are you tying yourself to a guy who is so noticeably lacking where it counts." "That doesn't matter, "Sylvia told him. "My love is going to be the most wonderful husband in the world." Then he was gone. Immediately Sylvia's tongue was probing deep into my mouth and I felt her fingers caress my genitals with a feather light touch. Both of these actions were only quick because she guessed how badly I needed my vision restored. Efficiently she removed the blindfold and head restraint and as I blinked in the flood of light, I saw her grinning happily at me. "Did you enjoy that?" she asked and I could tell by her face that she expected nothing but a positive answer. Obligingly I nodded my head. She smiled and then looking at me with undoubted love in her eyes, she put on a mock official voice and said, "You have now fully satisfied the criteria of your quest so I hereby state that I will marry you and be your wife." There was a pause before she grinned and added, "If you still want me to after what I've just done?" Listening to the fucking and the words that were exchanged, I had already resigned myself to the fact that Sylvia would never remain faithful to me but at the same time I knew that I had to keep this gorgeous, vibrant, exiting, even scandalous woman in my life at all costs. "You know I do," I told her sincerely. My bride to be greeted my statement with a happy smile followed by her giving me a lingering truly loving kiss. She quickly released the handcuffs but then handed me the key and instructed, "Undo the shackles yourself and then join me on the bed. Don't dawdle darling because it's your turn now." In my eagerness I was fingers and thumbs, dropping the key twice and needing to grope for it under my shins. Finally, scrambling clumsily to my feet I found that Sylvia was lying on her back with her bottom raised on a pillow and her legs spread wide so that the area between her legs filled my complete vision, with her head and face below the horizon so to speak. "Lick me first," she ordered. I had never seen the pussy that I loved look so terrible. The new bare look probably contributed, but her whole vagina was an angry red, the lips gaped open and there was plentiful evidence of Jack's copious semen emission, both inside and out. Then there was the overpowering smell. My mouth was only just returning to normal and I had no desire to reacquaint myself with the taste of his cum, so I found myself slowly shaking my head. "Take that look off your face and just do it," Sylvia insisted, "After all the cum that you've swallowed tonight, a little bit more isn't going to make any difference. You are my official champion now and that means you've got to obey me. Sweetheart, it's what I want so if you disobey, then this is the nearest you are getting to me tonight." In the state that I was in, the prospect of denial was impossible to contemplate so I closed my eyes and blindly forced my head forward. On contact the first thing that hit me was the heat, the whole of her genital area was hot enough to fry an egg (to misuse the expression). The second more pleasant surprise was that the taste was more palatable than before and I suspect that it was the mixture with her familiar juices that made the difference. After I had swallowed the first glob of cum extracted from inside her, I desperately wanted more, as if I had become suddenly addicted to the stuff. I went into a prolonged feeding frenzy, during which she had two big squirting orgasms with the result that by the time I finished my face was wet with a combination of juices, semen and sweat. Finally she urged me up to take my delayed reward but despite my feeling of urgency I took care to line my dick up correctly. I was still concerned by the fragility of my sexual organ and worried about plunging in at a clumsy angle. That hurdle was negotiated successfully but immediately my worst fears were realised when I ejaculated within the first three thrusts. The sensation was more pain than pleasure and I plunged into deep dejection but then an amazing thing happened in that I didn't lose stiffness and could keep on thrusting. Despite all my experience this was the first time that had ever happened to me. What followed was wonderful. There no sensation of friction at all but instead I enjoyed a glorious silky sensation that I imagine might be like thrusting my dick into warm treacle. It was a dream world just going on and on with no sense of urgency. I think that Sylvia did enjoy more than one orgasm but the were of the quiet, comforting type, quite unlike those she had enjoyed with Jack but not necessarily inferior. Eventually, it was over and I reluctantly rolled off. We were both so bathed in perspiration that there was a suction effect as I peeled my skin from hers. "WOW," Silvia exclaimed, letting out a long blast of breath, "What a blast. This has to be the ultimate high, bigger than all our previous adventures rolled into one." There was a long silence until she went on thoughtfully, "The only trouble is that I don't know how we can ever beat it." I was totally exhausted, mentally if not physically, and I was content to just wallow in the afterglow. I didn't even have the energy to give any thought to her words. Silence resumed until she uttered the single word, "Unless...." I was expecting her to continue and when she didn't I turned my head to find her grinning mischievously at me. "Unless you ask Jack to be the best man at our wedding," she said. This could only be a joke so, joining in mood, I said humorously, "The only trouble with that idea is that I don't even know what the bastard looks like. Hell, I don't even know what colour he is." Sylvia didn't laugh and in that instant, I knew that she was serious.