Chapter 7
Carol had been surprised when her husband suggested that she and Beth wear only bra, panties and nylons to greet their visitor, but despite feeling uncomfortable about it, she said nothing by way of protest and when Beth went to admit the woman, Carol was dressed as Adam had suggested, while he wore only a pair of underbriefs.
Although she hid it, Carol felt a sense of resentment toward the woman without having met her. Until then, it had been wonderful with just the three of them. She didn't want anyone else breaking in on their happy life.
As Doreen walked into the room, Carol blinked. If she was forty-eight, Carol thought, she wore it very well. She was well dressed and displayed a magnificent big figure and a beautiful face. Later, Carol was to learn that Doreen was six feet tall and weighed a firm one-sixty-five, all of it a very solid, well curved and beautiful mass of flesh without any fat.
Hurrying to Adam, Doreen threw her arms around him and kissed him with fierce passion. Before the kiss ended, her right hand was rubbing the front of his briefs, feeling his penis.
"I was going to say I was disappointed in you for being so soft, Adam," she told him as they ended their embrace, "but now that I see this incredible beauty," she turned to stare at Carol, "I'm surprised that you have strength enough to walk. I know too what a drain Beth can be to a man."
Despite the compliment on her beauty, Carol was not able to overcome her resentment of the woman. It didn't help either when, a little later, Adam gave Doreen permission to feel the firmness of Carol's magnificent figure.
Doreen's hands moved slowly and avidly from Carol's face all the way down to her ankles. On the return trip, they went between her thighs. When she tried to keep them out, Carol saw her husband frowning and, unable to displease him, she opened her thighs wider and surrendered her body to the strange, somehow frightening woman.
With one big hand clutching the seat of Carol's clinging panties, she put her other hand into the girl's crotch and fondled the warm nylon lovingly.
"Ooh Adam darling," she squealed in rapture, "What delicious eating this young angel must be. How can you ever stop?"
"It isn't easy to stop, Doreen," he assured her with pride. "I'm positive there is no creature on earth to equal my Carol and she's every bit as good as she looks. But for now, let's move on to other things, we're embarrassing Carol."
Reluctantly, Doreen took her hands off the girl, but her eyes stayed on the lush form as Adam went to his wife and slipped an arm around her waist.
"You'll get used to it, my darling," he told her in a low, gentle tone.
"Yes, dear," she told him, sensing that she never would, feeling that he was wrong and she was right.
"Now then, Doreen," he said in a cheerful tone, "I take it you're suffering from a too cool arse. Is that the situation?"
"You're so right, Adam," she sighed. "It seems that all my special friends are either out of town or otherwise tied up. I'm afraid my age is catching up with me."
"That's nonsense," he replied curtly. "Take your dress off and see for yourself how wrong you are."
With help from Beth, Doreen removed her dress. She wore no slip, and even Carol had to admit that the woman was more than just beautiful, she was magnificent, stunning, a perfect blend of strength and beauty with an all-pervading aura of sexuality about her.
"Look at yourself, Doreen, and see what I mean," Adam told her. "Any normal man would crawl on his hands and knees to lick your arse. Speaking of arse," he added, "how would you like it this time?"
"A daddy spanking with your hand first," she replied, her eyes gleaming, "Then tied to the bed, howling, while you strap me. Oh Adam, darling, I really need a good dose this time. Please make me scream for mercy."
Carol could understand the enjoyment of being spanked, but there was something maniacal about the woman's attitude, her desire to be so severely punished. Sensing that she would be expected to watch the proceedings, Carol wondered if she would be able to go through with it.
As they refilled their drinks for the trip to the bedroom, Carol poured hers stronger than usual. Drinking, other than wine, was a new experience for her, and she sensed that a stiff one would help her survive the ordeal ahead.
"Beth darling," Doreen asked as they reached the bedroom, "may I warm myself up on you before that cruel man beats my poor little bum?"
"Of course, dear. What would you like?"
"Oh, just something simple like strip you and play with you a little. You know, suck your tits and your cunt. Just to get me in the mood."
Even as she said it, Doreen was eyeing Carol, her eyes telling the girl that it was really she and not Beth she wanted. Carol shuddered as she wondered how long it would be before the request was made and feared that her husband would agree to it.
Carol wasn't revolted by the thought of cunnilingus per se, but the prospect of participating with someone other than Beth and her husband. She accepted Beth as one of the family and loved performing the act with her, but she couldn't see herself doing it with anyone else.
She watched as the big woman removed her bra. There was a little sag to her massive breasts, but Carol was forced to admit that for her age, they were quite sensational. It was not necessary to wait for her to remove her panties to see that her behind was a splendid affair. Big, very firm, satiny smooth cheeks with a deep valley separating them nicely. Her thighs, too, were excellent. She left her garter belt and nylons on, and they served to emphasize the beauty of her massive behind.
Going to bed with Beth, Doreen removed the woman's bra and began fondling her breasts. Carol had often done the same thing, yet it looked wrong to her when Doreen did it. She realized then, as the big woman began sucking the firm breasts, that she was jealous.
Oh my God, she thought, if I'm jealous when she's with Beth, what am I going to feel when I see my husband doing things with her or some other woman? Carol suspected she know the answer and didn't like it.
In spite of herself, she watched, fascinated as Doreen slipped Beth's panties off and began fondling the lower part of her body and her thighs.
She was lavish with her kisses and her praise of Beth's beautiful body. She kissed the thighs, buttocks and belly, then spread Beth's thighs wide, licked her lips in greedy anticipation, went down on her and began lapping in her crotch.
"Emily Post wouldn't approve of her eating habits, Adam commented to his wife, "But she sure does eat heartily. Beth has always rated her the best cunt lap-per she's ever known. Look at her squirm!"
"Oh Christ," Beth groaned from the bed, "Her tongue must be as long as your cock. I'm sure she's licking the roots of my belly button."
In response, while Adam and Carol laughed, Doreen pulled the woman more firmly onto her face as though she were donning a garment, a warm, silken, fleshy garment which she wore with obvious delight.
"Oh my clit... my clit..." Beth groaned, "She's going to suck it right off!"
Beth's groans changed then as she went into orgasm, her legs scissoring as if she were riding an imaginary bicycle upside down, and fast.
"Ooh, what a come she must be having," Carol observed, her body trembling in shared excitement with Beth.
"Don't worry, dearest," Adam assured her. "You'll have your innings before this day is over."
He drew her into his arms and fondled a breast with one hand while pushing the other into her crotch to rub her warm vulva. Against her panty sheathed buttocks, she felt his big penis begin to rise.
It would stiffen all the way while he was beating the big woman, she knew. She wondered what he would do with it when that happened, wondered whether she would get it, felt a strong suspicion that she would have to watch him giving it to Doreen instead.
Knowing Doreen's sexual habits, Adam released his wife and went to sit on an armless chair. As he did, Carol went to the bed to join her friend who lay panting, her breasts rising and falling strongly.
They watched as Doreen stood between Adam's legs, her head bowed as he scolded her and threatened her with punishment. A little later, sobbing and pleading with her daddy to spare her poor little bum, she draped her big form across his thighs and her buttocks began to heave and twitch in anticipation of what was to come.
Still scolding, Adam raised his right hand and began with a crisp spank, his hand seeming to bounce off her firm buttock, the loud report echoing through the silent room. Carol felt a smooth arm slide around her waist as Beth sat up beside her to obtain a better view of the show.
The two women moved closer together and Carol wished that she had taken her panties off so that Beth would be able to get a hand right on her vulva instead of the crotch of her panties where it was then, rubbing gently, contributing to the desire that was rapidly taking control of her.
Adam was spanking Doreen even harder than he spanked Beth, and while the woman was crying loudly, her body jerking and heaving, her legs kicking, Carol saw that she was in ecstasy, wanting more and more of the slapping hand.
"Look at the color of that magnificent arse," Beth whispered. "I've never seen anything so big and beautiful."
"She is beautiful all over, isn't she?" Carol observed.
"She is, darling and I can see that you hate her. It's a shame, she's really a nice person and a wonderful partner in the sack for man or woman."
"I can't help not liking her. It's nothing personal. I guess I'm just jealous."
"Try to overcome it, darling," Beth cautioned warmly. "I know you wouldn't want to hurt Adam."
They stopped talking then and resumed watching the spanking which showed no sign of stopping. Carol wondered when it would end, how the woman could stand so severe a spanking. She gave a little shudder as she realized that the spanking was only a preliminary to a strapping.
Adam stopped slapping the big red buttocks, helped the woman to her feet, roughly, and digging his fingers into the firm flesh of her upper arm, dragged her to the bed and pushed her down on it roughly.
Carol saw that the big buttocks were still twitching and jerking as though they could still feel the slapping hand. On second thought, that struck Carol as being a perfectly logical reaction to the severe beating she had received.
Beth had taken four nylons from a drawer, and she gave them to Adam who accepted them without interrupting the scolding he was giving Doreen. More than just scolding her, he was telling Doreen in detail just what he was going to do to her big behind with his leather strap.
He tied one wrist to each corner of the bed, and Carol was surprised to find herself becoming more highly aroused at the sight of the helpless woman. She was lying on three pillows, her blazing red behind elevated nicely to meet the kiss of the leather strap that was to be hers.
Taking his time, his fingers steady as the fingers of a surgeon at work, Adam tied both her ankles to the posts at the foot of the bed. Her legs were stretched so widely that Carol was sure the strain must be painful.
But she quickly forgot about that pain as her husband took a leather strap out of the drawer, ran it through his left hand, then returned to the bed where he looked down at the form of the spread-eagled woman.
"Take a look at this strap, slave," he snapped, promoting Doreen from the little girl she had been during the spanking to the status of mature woman and slave. "I am going to lash your big arse with this until you scream."
"No... Nooooooo," she wailed, tugging at her nylon bonds as though she could break them and escape the punishment in store for her. "My arse is too sensitive... I can't stand the strap... spare me... I'll do anything... I'll suck your cock... I'll eat your shit-only don't strap my bare arse..."
"She really would, you know," Beth whispered to Doreen. "She once offered to open her mouth wide and take it right from the source. That's the only time I've seen Adam back down from any offer. When she's in a real party mood, she paints a sign with lipstick on her belly saying urinal. Any man in the house can stick his cock in her mouth and have a piss."
Carol shuddered with revulsion at the thought of such an act, and shuddered even more violently to think that she may one day have to watch it happening.
The slap and the scream came together as Adam brought the strap down hard across her buttocks. Instantly, Carol saw a strip of darker red across her left cheek. She didn't think the woman's buttocks could become darker than they had been after the spanking, but the strap proved her wrong with the first slap and went on painting the massive, fleshy hills until they were more purple than red.
With each stroke of the strap, Adam panted and his stiff tool twitched as though anxious to get into action. Carol wanted it desperately, in her hand, her vagina, her mouth, anywhere he would give it to her, and yet she sensed that he would give it instead to the woman on the bed, and that there was nothing she could do to change that.
But at the moment, he was intent on giving Doreen something else as the strap kept rising high, pausing for a moment, then swishing down hard to caress the contours of her wide buttocks, each slap drawing a fresh scream from her, causing her naked body to jerk and twitch as she fought at her bonds unable to break free of them.
At last, Carol thought, it was over and felt regret that the brutal punishment of the woman was at an end.
"Bring me the thigh strap, Beth," Adam said, dropping the heavy strap he had used on her buttocks.
"Oh no, Adam, God no, not my thighs, not after what you've done to my arse," Doreen pleaded, showing an amazing ability to control her crying as she spoke.
"You don't tell me what to do, slave," he spat the words. "Your white thighs are too white to properly match your fiery red arse. I'm going to blend the colors a little."
"Please don't, Adam," she begged. "Seriously, I didn't ask for that."
"Slaves don't ask, Doreen," he replied coldly as he took the light strap Beth handed him, "they only receive what their masters choose to give them. Right now, I choose to give your thighs a brisk strapping."
"Please, Adam, I'm begging you. I know I'm only a slave, but please show a little mercy. I truly can't stand any more beating."
"Very well, Doreen, I shall show you a little mercy. I'll strap lightly rather than hard as I did to your arse. Ready now, slave, here we go."
He slapped her big, right thigh just below the buttock. It was not a hard slap at all and the strap was light, yet it drew a bright red line across the pure white of her skin. It also drew a scream from the woman who was then crying loudly, unable to talk, to beg for mercy that would not be given even if she could. Waiting until her first scream passed, Adam slapped the other thigh, again just below the bottom curve of her buttock.
Taking his time and displaying impressive artistry with the strap, Adam painted the backs of both thighs red all the way down to the backs of her knees. She had stopped screaming by then, but was crying loudly, the volume of her cry increasing with each slap of the hotly kissing leather.
But even then Adam wasn't finished and the woman on the bed knew that, he had strapped her thighs before and she was sure he wouldn't stop with just the backs of them.
He proved her right by getting onto the bed and kneeling astride her, facing her flaming behind, the light strap still in his right hand.
"Now we come to the best part, slave," he told her. "I am going to strap your inner thighs and make them nice and red. Your inner thighs are very sensitive, aren't they?" he asked as he bent to fondle one.
Knowing that there was to be no mercy, Doreen didn't even try to ask for it. Instead, she just went on crying, her bare body trembling, her buttocks jerking in their exciting elevation.
Smiling, obviously enjoying himself immensely, Adam pressed the strap into her crotch so that it was rubbing her vulva.
"I may strap you right there, Doreen," he said cruelly. "Do you think you would like that?"
"No... no... no..." she screamed, finding her voice in response to the threat.
"I've never strapped a woman's cunt yet," he went on, tapping her sensitive vulva lightly with the leather. "I wonder if I could make your hot cunt as red as your arse?"
Again she begged him not to do that, and as she did, he resumed lightly strapping her thighs, the insides of them this time.
Relieved that he didn't carry out his threat of using the leather strap on her vulva, hoping that he wouldn't get the idea again, Doreen went on crying as he worked his way down both her thighs.
When the insides had been painted to his satisfaction, he began working on the outsides with the strap. When Adam dismounted the woman and dropped the strap, he looked at her in the way of an artist inspecting one of his paintings, and turned to the two women.
"Wouldn't you say that's an interesting garment I've given her?" he asked with a grin, his penis throbbing.
"What a garment!" Beth replied. "Skin tight red bloomers. I've never seen anything as impressive. What are you going to do now?"
"I think she's earned a little treat of some kind, Beth," he told her. "Help me untie her feet and I'll cheer her up with a nice application of stiff cock up her randy cunt. That will take her mind off the pain in her arse and thighs."
"Oh yes, Adam," Doreen sobbed, rubbing her body on the nest of pillows, "I'm dying for one of your magnificent fucks. You were so cruel in beating me, now please be kind and give me a delicious fuck. My cunt must be on fire, it's even hotter than my arse."
While Adam untied one ankle, Beth quickly untied the other. The way her fingers worked on the knots, Carol saw that she had done that sort of thing before and wondered under what circumstances.
When her ankles had been freed, Adam helped Doreen into a kneeling position with her behind arched high, her head down, her wrists still tied to the bed.
"Aren't you going to free my hands, Adam?" she asked without seeming too concerned.
"Not just now, dear," he replied gently, informing her that she was no longer a slave and that he was then going to be her lover, not her master. "I think it will be fun doing it to you with your hands tied. Can you see in the mirror?"
Turning her head to the left, she assured him she could, but told him her tears made it difficult to focus her eyes. At that, Beth hurried to her with some tissues and dabbed the moisture away.
"Oh look at my arse," she gasped as she spotted her reflection. "Isn't it beautiful? Oh what a job that man does to a woman's bare arse!"
"And to her cunt as well, darling," Beth assured her with a smile. "In case you've forgotten, he's going to remind you right about now."
"Damn right," Adam panted as he knelt close behind her, the head of his tool brushing her hot buttocks. "After all, I gave you a very good beating, so the least I can do now is give you an equally good screwing."
"Oh yes, Adam darling," she panted, her behind squirming and swaying, "ram that lovely big pole up my slit and ride the hot arse off me."
"Do you think you'll be able to come if I take it nice and easy?"
"Are you kidding?" she gasped. "I'm so close to coming right now that I may go off before you get half that horse cock into me. Don't wait for me, darling, ride as hard and fast as you like. I want to hear your belly slapping my hot ass."
"You'll hear it," he assured her as he used his right hand to guide his stiff tool under her arched behind and into the heat of her crotch. Her loud groan of delight told the women when he began pushing the swollen head into her slit.
"You're going to see the ride of your life now, dear," Beth whispered to Carol. "He really got himself worked up pounding that big arse and now he's going to go at her like a wild stallion."
Carol suspected her friend was right, but wished she were the woman kneeling in front of him. Then, as she thought of the price Doreen had paid for the screwing she was going to get, she decided that she would never be able to match her performance.
With a grunt of satisfaction, Adam announced that he was all the way in. Gripping her hips strongly with both hands, he drew her back toward him as he pressed his belly against the heat of her silken buttocks, gave a little push, then drew back and began stroking.
Beth had predicted a wild ride, and that was just what Adam gave the woman. Mere seconds after his tool began pistoning in her aroused twat, Doreen went off like a rocket, her hands finding enough freedom to slap at the bed as her body jerked violently through the inner explosion he had triggered with his long, stiff fuse.
But even then, the rampant stallion didn't allow her a respite. While she went through her orgasm, he continued to ride her elevated behind, his belly slamming it again and again until with an almost eerie groan, he clutched at her tightly, rammed his belly against her red ass and fired off his pent-up charge.
"Ooh," Doreen groaned, "that beautiful cock is right up between my tits and spitting into my throat. I can taste it."
It was exaggeration to be sure, but under the circumstances, it seemed to be justified. While Beth burned with passion brought on by the thrilling performance, Carol felt a twinge of sadness as she watched her husband shake his head, then begin to withdraw his spent tool from under what Beth had so appropriately termed the skin tight red bloomers of the woman.
Adam stood and wiped his forehead with the back of his hand, his prick dangling lifelessly between his hairy thighs while Beth untied the woman.
Her hands free, Doreen made no effort to get up from the bed, but merely rolled over, her eyes half closed, her legs wide apart displaying what could not be termed a pussy or a quiff or any such dainty term. It was a big, wet, well screwed cunt.
Beth went for drinks and returned quickly to find three appreciative takers. As Doreen recovered gradually, they discussed the performance which Doreen herself termed spectacular.
"There are lots of men who enjoy beating my arse, Adam dear," she told him, beaming, "but you're an artist, a master at that art just as you are at everything you do to a woman."
Carol did her best to participate in the ensuing conversation, but was able to contribute little, and then only with more than a little difficulty.
It puzzled her that she could so easily chat about such things with Adam and Beth, yet could not really get into the spirit of it with another person there. That being the case, she knew it would be terrible to have to be part of a larger group as Beth proposed they should soon do and, as Carol was sure, Adam would insist on before much longer. Telling herself not to worry about it until the time came, she sipped on her drink and tried to become more involved in the conversation.
More and more, she became aware of Doreen staring at her in obvious desire, not just looking at her, but devouring her with her eyes. Instinct told her that the party wasn't over, that perhaps she would be forced to take some more active and less pleasant role than that of spectator as had been the case to that point.
Within fifteen minutes, Doreen confirmed it by putting her glass down, moving over to Carol and slipping an arm around her waist, sliding her hand down the smooth back to the seat of the clinging nylon panties.
"I just-can't stand it any longer, Carol darling," she said in a hot tone. "Please let me take your panties off and go down on you. Darling, I swear I'll suck your sweet little cunt better than it's ever been sucked. I'm awfully good."
Alarm in her eyes, Carol looked pleadingly at her husband and saw the very thing she feared she would see: the affirmative nod that told her he wanted her to submit to the woman. For one tense moment, she considered defying him, then she saw that such an act would be out of the question. She could never match his strength; would not try.
Carol felt a gentle pushing on her back and, numbly, she allowed herself to be led to the bed where the woman crouched before her, pulled her panties down slowly and sighed deeply as her eyes bored into the girl's crotch as she raised one leg to step out of her panties.
"Please relax and let yourself enjoy it," Doreen begged as they got onto the bed. "Look what I went through while you watched. Please be sweet and lively for me."
"I... I'll try, Doreen," Carol told her quietly, "It's just that I'm not used to this sort of thing."
"That's a good girl, dear, and I'll do my very best to make you like it. For starters, I'll take your bra off and have a look at those lovely big yummies."
Her hands were surprisingly gentle as they skimmed over Carol's back, releasing the hooks of the bra as though by magic, easing the garment off the smooth arms of the girl to bare the lush, pink tipped breasts.
"I don't believe it!" Doreen gasped. "Tits can't be that beautiful. My God," she added later as her hands closed around them, "they're as hard as apples."
"But a lot sweeter to eat," Adam contributed as he came to the bed with Beth and they sat at the foot, watching avidly.
"Oh feed me... feed me, darling," Doreen cried as she fell onto her back on the bed.
Beginning to feel the first twinges of sexual arousal, Carol took her big left breast in her hand and, leaning down toward the woman, fed it into her mouth and felt it being sucked in greedily.
Doreen demonstrated to the girl that she had a good mouth as well as good hands, while her mouth worked excitingly on Carol's breasts, her hands swarmed all over the firm, silken body so that, before long, Carol felt inhibitions slip away to be placed by an all-consuming arousal.
By the time Doreen had kissed her way down the smooth body to nuzzle in the red triangle of pubic hair, Carol saw her legs come up and open without having been touched by the woman.
With a low growl, Doreen looked into Carol's crotch, then pressed her face there. She was as wonderful a cunt lapper as Beth had said and she kept her mouth and tongue very busy until Carol cried into climax, her lush body writhing.