Chapter 1
The first thing men noticed about Dolly Pritchard was usually the way she lit up the street when she walked down it.
She was blonde, very blonde, and the platinum glow radiated from her shoulder-length hair as if a high wattage light bulb plugged into her head.
Her skin was white, translucent white. It glowed with a creamy richness.
She stroked a pink rouge on her cheeks to give her high cheekbones a highlight. There was pink on her mouth, and pink on her sex-tips.
She dressed in pale colors to accent the lightness of her style. She was walking through the aisles of the supermarket wearing a pale blue man-tailored shirt over her big, pointed breasts.
She looked as if she had been poured into the faded jeans which clung to every curve of her buttocks and long legs.
Her feet were slanted up in a diagonal direction because they were slipped into a pair of backless high heels which made her click-click-click as she walked down each aisle.
The eyes of the supermarket box boys were on her. Her box was revealed through the skintight material of her jeans.
From behind, her rounded ass globes flared out from her slender waist, presenting as hot a picture from behind as she did from the front.
She shopped for items that would be bargains, but she didn't have to be cheap. She bought the best things on the market, especially if her husband Donald liked those things. She wanted to please him.
So when the boys at the supermarket gave her the eye, she just kept on walking.
She had vowed to herself, and to her husband, too, that she would never flirt with a man other than her husband or her father, and that she would ignore the comments and whistles which came from punks like the box boys at the market.
It wasn't that Dolly didn't feel the urge, at times.
She was only human, and the desire to cheat on her husband flamed in her cunt from time to time. Donald was great in bed. There was no doubt that Donald was great sex for Dolly.
But she had never been with another man. He married her when she was a virgin, and his had been the only cock to plug her since.
She had to admit that she was a little bit-curious. Sometimes she just couldn't help notice the bulge in the pants of men on the street. When they walked by, she'd drop her gaze, and catch a quick peek at the dick bulges.
Sometimes they caught her, and sometimes they didn't. Usually they were too busy staring at her.
Aside from a fleeting glance borne of curiosity, nothing ever happened. She'd been approached dozens and dozens of times, but she always behaved the way a lady would behave and she turned them down flat.
Nevertheless, she did buy the magazines for women which featured beefcake. They stocked these magazines in the supermarket, near the check-out counters. Embarrassed to flip through the pages of naked males in the market, she would buy the magazines, saying that she was getting them for a friend.
She'd bring the magazines home when her husband was at work, and she'd lock herself in the bedroom and thumb through them.
She was curious about other men. She wondered how a man with a cock unlike her husband's cock would feel inside of her. It wasn't that his cock wasn't big enough for her, it was just that she was curious.
Some of the guys in the magazines had pricks that were curved to one side or the other, and she was sure that each prick would rub against her clitoris in a different way. She wished that it could be possible for her to find out.
Her husband had a beautiful cock with a fine shaft and a flared head. But he was circumcised, and she wondered how it would feel to have the cock of an uncircumcised man in her mouth and down her throat.
She was sure that with an uncut cock, she could use her tongue to wiggle inside the pliable flesh which her husband was lacking.
She wondered if another man would feel differently on top of her. Would their bodies fit together well? Would the curves fit together like a warm and living jigsaw puzzle, or would they be like oil and water, never able to mix.
Would Dolly Pritchard ever know?
There were a lot of things that Dolly Pritchard wanted to find out. But she knew that she had to do all of her experimentation with one person and one person alone. Her husband Donald had made it clear from the beginning.
"Dolly, I've got to lay down, the law," he told her, before they were married. "I'll expect you to be a decent wife. You are to obey your husband when he speaks, and you are to understand that I'll beat you if you disobey, or get sassy, or anything like that."
"I understand, Donald," she whispered, back then. "And I still want to be your wife. You're the one for me. In fact, you're the only one for me. I'm yours, and I'll follow where you lead."
Donald liked that. However, he wanted to keep Dolly's spirits high. He didn't want to break her or turn her into a cowering dog.
"I'll put a leash on you," he said, "but I'll give you plenty of lead so that you'll be able to go a certain distance in all directions." a symbolic way to get his point across.
"There's only one thing that I absolutely will not tolerate under any condition," Donald was quick to add.
"Yes, what's that, darling," Dolly asked.
"You are to keep your tail away from other men. You belong to me. I know that may be old-fashioned as far as some of these women's, libbers are concerned, but it's the rule I intend to live by. If you want to be my wife, you'll have to understand that my dick is the only dick you'll ever touch."
Dolly wasn't a women's libber by any means. She enjoyed flaunting her voluptuous charms, and she enjoyed the fact that her husband would think enough of her to make sure that he kept her for himself.
"Oh, Donald, how in the world could I want anybody besides you?" she enthused.
"I don't know, honey," he answered as he lifted his dumbbells up over his head. "Maybe you could get a little bit crazy sometime."
"Then you'd beat the craziness out of me, huh, tiger?" she cooed.
"Yeah, bitch," he said, and he gave her a wink. "You'd like that, wouldn't you?"
"I would not!" she snapped. "It would mark up my beautiful body."
Donald didn't say anything. He just kept pumping iron.
Dolly plopped down on the king sized bed and watched her husband develop his muscles. Her big breasts were positioned halfway over the side of the bed, and her full-fleshed bottom was sticking up.
"How do you like it?" Donald asked, as he worked out with the weights.
"I like it," Dolly answered, deliberately speaking in a sexy, little girl voice. She knew that she could really turn her husband on when she spoke that way. "I love to watch the sweat drip down in rivulets off those big muscles of yours. Ow, I could just run my tongue all over those sweaty muscles right now."
Donald grinned and continued to pump. If Dolly hadn't been the room, he probably would have stopped the workout earlier, but he wanted to show off and turn her on.
"Mmmmm, I like the way your muscles pump out when you strain," Dolly cooed.
"Yeah, huh?" he said, sort of grunting between presses.
"Oh, yeah," she sighed. She was licking her lips and letting the gloss turn her husband on as he exercised.
They were turning each other on! Even after a full year of marriage, they were hotter than hell for each other.
"Baby," Dolly cooed, as she paused from the seductive manner in which she was chewing on a piece of pink bubble gum, "if you had it to do all over again, would you, well, would you do it all over again?"
Donald let out a manly little laugh. "Sure, just as long as my strength held out," he replied.
He let out a grunt, and lowered the barbell to the floor. The sweat was dripping off his face, down his chest, and down into and under the waistband of his nylon bathing suit.
He reached in under the waistband and let some air in down there.
"Do you want me to blow in there for you, and cool it off?" Dolly asked.
"That wouldn't get me any cooler. It would only get me hotter."
He looked at Dolly's large, white ass globes sticking way up. She was writhing about on the bed, pressing her blonde-furred pussy into the sheets.
That big bottom of Dolly's was too much for Donald to resist. He reached over and gave her a good hard swat across both globes at once.
The swat startled Dolly. It also left a red handprint across her tender flesh. It was glowing right through the thin nylon panties which clung to her rump!
"Ouch! Oh, that hurt," Dolly said, furrowing her eyebrows, pouting her pretty lips, and rubbing the sore ass flesh.
"It's not supposed to tickle," Donald said.
"But why did you spank me like that? I didn't do anything," she said.
"Aw, just looking at those buns of yours made me hot to give 'em a smack. But don't think that you were bad, honey. You're damn good."
"Yeah, sure," Dolly said, still rubbing the aching flesh.
"But don't get bitchy with me, Dolly, or you'll learn what a spanking is."
He had to caution her when he heard the irritability in her tone. Dolly was quick to soothe herself, because she knew what a real beating was. Donald had shown her on more than one occasion in their year of marriage.
"I'm sorry," she apologized. "Come on, baby, lift your weights. You get me all hot when you pump iron like that."
He grinned that sheepish grin of his and resumed his exercises in bodybuilding. He took his hundred and fifty pounder, and curled it to build up his forearms.
"I'm going to count the strokes out for you," Dolly said. She began to speak in her most sexual tones. She lowered her voice until it was barely a whisper. It was the whisper-voice she used with Donald during their nightly sex sessions.
"One, oh, baby, that's a good one. Two-Mmmmmm, so good. Three, oh, look at my man! Four, yessssss. Five, oh, he's so strong."
Donald was getting hot. He was straining every muscle of his body with his pumping. Every vein was standing out, with sweat rolling over them. He recognized Dolly's bedroom voice. It was as if his beautiful wife was counting out the number of deep strokes he fucked into her cunt.
"Oh, baby, six! Seven. Eight, just like the number of inches when your big dick is soft."
It was getting difficult for Donald to concentrate on his exercise. Of all his muscles, there was one muscle which he used most often; his dick muscle! It was no longer eight inches. It was bigger than that, and it was straining like a monster at the front of his thin nylon suit.
"Mmmmm, I loooove to watch you work your muscles," Dolly cooed seductively.
She was blowing bubbles with her bubble gum; big, pink bubbles which reminded Donald of her big, pink cunt. She was hiding her pussy from him by undulating it into the sheets. But her full ass globes were getting him hot.
"My backside is still burning from that smack you gave me," Dolly told her husband. "It's still tingling, but it's beginning to feel good."
"I should give you a real spanking and have you count out the smacks. I bet you wouldn't be using that tempting tone of voice then. Ha! You'd be moaning and yelping and crying."
Dolly's big pink bubble popped.
She sucked the sticky substance back into her mouth.
Her husband picked up his matched pair of dumbbells and started pumping them from his shoulders up over his head.
Dolly played with her nipples as she watched him. The sight of her well-built husband and the sensation it provoked in her breasts, caused the nectar of her cunt to juice up and seep out onto the sheets.
Donald could tell by the expression on Dolly's face that she was aroused.
"Why don't you come over here and suck my dick while I do my exercise," he said.
Dolly stared blankly at him for a moment. Then she got up from the bed and approached Donald. She stuck out her pink tongue and found the center of his chest with it. She licked a wet trail down to his washboard stomach muscles, licking up the salty sweat as she went.
He made a low groan when he felt her tongue at the top of his bathing suit. She licked over the waistband and continued on over the pubic hair which was nestled below the nylon suit, just above his throbbing boner.
With her nose in his crotch, Dolly sniffed in the scent of his maleness. Then she looked at him. Her husbands arms were raised above his head at that moment, and she could see the curls of his armpits, with the sweat dripping down.
She was getting ready to follow his command and suck on his huge meat, but she had that bubble gum in her warm mouth. She took the gum out of her mouth with her fingers, and she extended her arm up, finding his lips with her fingers.
Donald's mouth took the gum inside. Neither of them had to say a word. The exchange had been made, and Dolly was down on her knees in front of her husband.
When he looked down, he saw her fluffy mane of pale blonde hair at the level of his crotch. He liked to see her on her knees below him.
He liked to feel her at his crotch!
"Suck it," he groaned. "Suck my huge dick."
Dolly kept her face aimed at his prick. She placed her fingers under the band of the nylon suit and pulled it down to expose his naked pubic area.
Now she was really assaulted with a cloud of pubic perfume released from under the restraining suit. The heady aroma made Dolly reel in unrestrained arousal. It really made her dizzy, and made her all the more desirous of his prick.
She wanted it in her mouth!
Donald felt her wet tongue tickling him under the flared head of his mushroom-shaped knob. There was a lot of area for Dolly to wet up, arid she started off with little flicks which soon became long and loving tongue swirls.
"Ah, Jesus," Donald moaned. It felt so good. Her breath was heating up his prick. He started to lift those weights again, faster this time. Anything to avoid becoming so aroused that he'd shoot off too soon.
He wanted to make this last, and so every time Dolly's talented tongue brought him nearly to the point of orgasm, he'd start pumping those weights with a fury, to divert his concentration from his cock.
Dolly's warm lips found the head of the prick she licked. She had soaked up the knob, even licking out the piss slit, and now she wrapped her wet mouth around the fuck-knob.
"Suck it," Donald repeated.
Dolly started suctioning the head. She was really trying to suck the scum right out of his nuts; pulling it up the thick shaft and down into her throat.
She gave the head a real loving suck job, and then she continued downward on the shaft, taking inch by inch into her mouth, and then down her throat.
Donald heard the slurping noise which started when Dolly got hot enough to really give her all. She was sucking him all the way down to the nuts, and each time she bobbed her head forward, the head of his prick hit the very bottom of her throat.
She kept the full length of prick inside of her for only a moment each time. Then she would slide back on the shaft, feeling the veins with the wet lips of her sucking mouth.
The man's dick was totally erect. It couldn't have been any more swollen than it was. His prick loved the feel of his wife's mouth and throat.
"Suck it all the way down and keep it inside," he told Dolly.
That was a task, for sure! But it was a task that Dolly loved. She couldn't do it all at once. She had to work her mouth down slowly and when she found herself down far enough to where she could feel his pubic wires tickling her mouth area, she had to go back up again and catch her breath.
"Breathe through your nose and suck!" Donald groaned. His voice was insistent. Dolly knew what that meant. It meant that she had better do it!
She took a deep breath and started back down on her journey to his groin. Inch after inch, his big cock filled her. He started lifting those weights up and down more quickly.
The cock was disappearing down into Dolly's throat. When she got all the way down on his more-than-eight-inch dick, she started to gag.
Donald dropped the weights at his sides. They landed on the carpeted floor with a thump so loud that Dolly was startled. But he didn't give her a chance to let the startle interfere with her sucking.
The reason he had dropped the weights so suddenly was that he wanted his hands free to use on Dolly. He grabbed her head just as she went down on his prick all the way. Donald held onto Dolly's blonde head and forced her to keep his hard prick embedded deeply inside her throat.
The force of his incredible boner inside his young wife's throat was causing her to choke. She was turning blue in the face.
She tried to pull her head back, even if only for a second so that she could take some fresh air into her. But he refused to allow her to that. He held her down on his prick despite her attempts to back off.
He was going to let her off his hook after one more moment. The point was, his cum was bubbling up from his nuts, and it was climbing up his trembling dick. He was going to blast his load all the way into her. She wouldn't even be able to taste it in her mouth, because it would fly directly into her stomach.
But just before she started to shoot, Dolly bit down on his pecker.
"Fuck!" Donald screamed. "You bit my fuckin' cock."
Dolly pulled back from him because she knew that her husband was really angry this time. She could hear the anger in his shout, and she could see it in his face.
But what she feared the most was the inevitable fact that she was going to feel his anger across her ass. He was bound to punish her for this.
"You bitch," he snapped. "What the fuck is wrong with you?"
"I'm sorry, Donald," she said, beginning to tremble and sob. "You were chocking me with that big cock of yours. I was afraid that I'd pass out."
"So? So what if you passed out on your husband's dick. I'd smack you around again until you woke up. Bitch. You bit my fuckin' cock."
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," she cried.
"Your gonna be a lot more sorry when I get through with you. I'll give you a reason to cry, bitch," he snarled.
"Please, please don't," she begged.
"Shut up, bitch. You know what you're gonna get. Now cooperate, or it'll be twice as hard."
Dolly swallowed hard. Even as she swallowed, she could feel the pain in the back of her throat which had been caused by the invading monster-dork all the way down inside her.
He looked as his naughty wife. She was beautiful when she cowered like that. She was trembling all over. The cuntal fluids frothing from fear made the front of her black nylon panties wet.
Dolly wasn't wearing anything on top, and Donald noticed how her nipples swelled up when she knew that she was going to get a beating for her misbehavior.
"You should know better than to bite my man-muscle," Donald told her. "What would you do if you damaged that thing and made it impossible for me to fuck you?"
"I wouldn't do that. I wouldn't cause any damage like that. I just had to give it a little bite to get away and catch my breath."
"You dumb cunt," he grunted. "You had no idea how hard you dug your teeth into my fuck-flesh. You bit the hell out of me. I've got a good mind to deprive you of this dick. Yeah, I should keep it away from you for a month."
"No, please don't," Dolly pleaded. "I'd go crazy without my nightly dose of your prick in my twat."
"You'd probably be out on the street like a whore, lookin' for a replacement," Donald said, taunting her.
"No, no I wouldn't," she explained. "I know what would happen if you caught me with another man. Even if you weren't fucking me every night, I'd know better than to cocktease or follow through with another man."
"I'm glad to see that you have some sense in that hot body of yours. But you're still gonna pay for what just happened. I've got to keep you in line. When I tell you to suck, you suck! If I push your head down on my dick and make you suck it the way it deserves to be sucked, then I don't expect you bite it!"
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," she repeated for about the tenth time. "I should have tapped you on the leg or something to let you know. But I just couldn't suck it all the way down like that."
"Well, we'll see if you disobey me so foolishly when I beat you. I'm gonna give you the punishment you deserve. Now, get down on the floor."
Dolly was apprehensive. He had never spanked her on the floor before. Sometimes he beat her on the bed and sometimes he took, her over his knees. But this baffled her. Still, she knew that she had better do it.
Trembling, she positioned herself on the floor.
"Do you want me lying on my back or my front?" she asked.
"I'm gonna beat your ass, so just get it sticking up!" he bellowed.
Dolly turned over so that her full breasts sank into the pile of the bedroom carpet. She placed her head down so that her chin pressed into the floor, too.
Her angry husband had a reason for placing her on the floor for this discipline session. Dolly found out what he had in mind soon enough.
He took the heaviest of his long barbells. The metal rod had heavy weights attached to both ends of it. He had Dolly place her wrists near the metal rod, just beside each set of weights.
"I'm gonna give it to you good for biting my dick, Dolly," he warned her. "I know how you start to twist and try to get away when I start blazing your ass."
"You hurt it so much," she said, holding back fresh tears.
"When it starts to get red hot you try to get away. When you kick I only give it to you harder, don't I?"
"Yes," she replied softly.
"So, I'm doing you a favor this time by fastening you down. That way you won't earn extra strokes for trying to get away," he told her.
"But I'll have to take so much," she answered fearfully, knowing that if she were tied down, there would be no way that she could escape the lashes. The barbell was much to heavy for her to even attempt to lift. It would keep her down as if it were a piece of bizarre bondage equipment.
"I have to do it to you," her husband told her. "It's my duty as your husband to do it. I care enough about your behavior to punish you. Some husbands might say that I'm being a little bit tough on you, fastening you down this way, and all. But if more husbands punished their wives when it was needed, we'd have less unhappy marriages and more happy husbands."
"But what about the wives?" Dolly asked.
"They'd be happier, too. They need to know that their husbands care enough about them to keep them in line when they step out of it. And biting down on a prick requires punishment. That's all there is to it."
He went into the kitchen and found a ball of rope. It was soft rope, and he tested it. He found it to be strong enough to hold when tied, but soft enough so that it would not dig into Dolly's flesh when he tied it around her wrists.
Returning to the bedroom, he found that his lovely wife had remained in her position of humbleness on the floor. She was awaiting her beating.
Her wrists had not moved from the position in which he had told her to place them, and he went to work securing each wrist to the bar with rope.
She whimpered two or three times as he tied her. She whimpered in anticipation of the beating she knew she was going to receive. And to think, she wouldn't even be able to squirm out of this one, because she would be tied down to the barbell!
When he finished, he stood with his legs apart, looking down at her. The lump at the front of his tight nylon bathing suit began to pulse. The sight of Dolly's buttocks, outlined clearly in her black nylon panties, stimulated him to erection.
He was going to strap those buttocks to a glow!
"Are you ready for your punishment, Dolly?" he asked seriously.
There was a moment of silence but it didn't last longer than that. Dolly knew that if she stayed quiet and didn't answer when he spoke to her, that he would give-her extra strokes with his hand, his belt, or whatever it was that he was going to use on her this time. He had a punishment box full of stuff.
"I understand that I'm to be beaten," she said. "Yes, I'm ready."
"And you know why I have to punish you, don't you, Dolly?" he said.
"Because I bit down on your cock. I'm sorry it happened, but it happened, and now I have to pay for that mistake."
"You're going to pay with pain!" he snapped, and he went to his punishment box.
He brought the box out and placed it in front of Dolly's head. Because her wrists were fastened to the barbell, she was unable to move too far from the position in which she had been tied. She could only raise her head a short distance. Her chin was still on the carpet, and the raising of her face caused the back of her neck to ache.
Donald opened the punishment box slowly. It was a ritual for him. Punishment was something he took very seriously. He considered it to be part of his duty as a husband.
His hands sifted through the assortment of punishment instruments. A quiver fluttered in Dolly's wet cunt as she watched the instruments of pain caress her husband's fingers.
"Tell me what interests you in this box," Donald told her.
"I don't know. That old army belt of yours looks interesting," she stammered.
Donald pulled out his old army belt. It was a belt of webbed cotton.
"You picked that one because you think the cotton belt won't sting, didn't you? Well, we'll see about that!"