Chapter 5
Frank had the pictures made into slides. Ben called him up at the office the day they Ricky came by and dropped them off. Ricky had developed them himself.
"Well?" said Ben. "Have you looked at them yet? What do they show?" Ben asked, a little frightened. Never in his life did he think he would have to confront the situation he was confronting now.
"You won't believe it until you see it," said Frank. "Come over tonight, I've rented a screen and a projector. Our wives have been making fools out of us." Frank wouldn't say anymore.
Dora and Mitzy were secretly delighted by the whole turn of events. If they had planned things, they couldn't have turned out better. In front of their husbands they pretended to be docile and ashamed of themselves.
That night the two couples sat together in the Butler's living room in front of a little stand-up screen. Frank stationed himself behind the projector.
Dora kept moving around nervously. "Do you really have to do this, Frank?" she kept asking. "Do you really have to humiliate us in this way? Haven't we been humiliated enough. First this man comes in and forces us to do all these things while he takes pictures, and now our husbands don't even believe us. They believe the rapist over the words of their own wives! I don't believe it! I really can't believe it!" she kept saying again and again.
"Dora! Sit down and shut up! If you're innocent then you have nothing to fear from these pictures. But maybe you're afraid of what they'll show. Now just sit down and keep your trap shut!"
Dora gasped. Frank had never spoken to her in that way before. She sat down next to Mitzy on the couch and held Mitzy's hand and pretended to cry while Mitzy patted her back.
Ben helped himself to some crackers and dip that Frank had put out on the coffee table. Ben was uncomfortable at this kind of a party, but he was sort of amused. He and Frank were going to have the last laugh on the girls. Their scheme had been uncovered.
"Turn out the lights," said Frank.
Ben turned out the lights.
The whirring sound of the projector came on and suddenly the blank screen was filled with a square of blinding white light.
Frank clicked the control button once and the first photograph appeared. There, up on the screen was a shot of Dora and Mitzy, then-backs turned to the camera, removing their housecoats.
"Shit! I never even saw that little bugger." The control button whirred again.
The next shot showed Dora calmly stepping out of her powder blue panties. She was naked and she had a curious little smile on her face, as she bent over, with one high-heeled leg raised.
"Looks like he's really twisting your arm, there, Dora," said Frank.
"He threatened us. He frightened us! You don't know what it was like!" Dora sobbed.
Frank pushed the button for the next picture to come on. He couldn't resist chuckling at his wife's thin lies.
"Here's one where you can really see how they were coerced Ben," Frank said, as if the two girls weren't there.
The photo on the screen now showed Mitzy, with a broad lascivious smile on her parted lips, her eyes closed, parting her cunt's lips while Dora, with a look of ecstatic happiness, sunk her fingers into the slot.
The next shot showed them lying in a 69 position, sucking and licking each other's cunts with obvious relish.
The next shot was a great one: each girl regarded the open pussy of the other, each with an arm raised and a dildo in hand.
The next shot showed the dildoes sticking out between two pairs of widely stretched apart legs.
The next shot showed the dildoes disappeared almost entirely inside the two wet holes, while the women rubbed their boobs against each other's bodies.
The next shot showed them reaching out for the unseen photographer with their hands, their mouths open in begging expressions.
Ben was blushing in the dark but he couldn't help his fascinated interest in the close-up shots of his wife's cunt. The cunt of his friend's wife was pretty interesting too. He had never really examined a cunt from that close up before, with all the gory details so clearly revealed.
Ben's cock was hard beneath his pants and he felt guilty for getting hard when they were supposed to be! punishing the girls. He looked around guiltily in the dark and then his hand crept to his zipper. He unzipped his fly and began jacking off. Quietly, so no one noticed.
Frank had turned to the next photo and he stopped and left this one on the screen. He went up to the screen and using a pencil like a pointer he pointed to the parts of the screen to which he was referring as he spoke.
"Notice the way Dora pulls open her twat here for Mitzy's tongue. You can see the look of fear in her eyes, tightly closed and her lips drawn back, as Mitzy's tongue sinks into her pussy. Really Dora my darling," Frank turned to her where she sat. "You must have been terrified."
"And look over here how Mitzy's finger push aside Dora's fingers. You can see how Ricky was forcing them to perform these terrible acts. And notice too the quantity of dildoes and 'other equipment that is lying on the floor. Ricky said he found all this stuff with them in the room."
"It's a lie! It's he! He brought it all with him!" Dora screamed out.
Frank went over to her and slapped her face hard. "Shut up!" he said. "I told you to shut up! I bet you rigged up that rape you accused me of too. Just like you seduced this young boy. You put me off for so long, a saint would have ended up doing what I was doing. The way you undressed in front of me every night, telling me how the doctor said I wasn't allowed to touch you!"
"Shut up! Shut up!" Dora screamed. "Why would I want you to touch me anyway? Your touch is worth about as much as your business is! You touch me and I feel like going to sleep. Why should you be surprised if Mitzy and I find we need to seduce a virile young man who at least knows what a woman is like!"
"Leave me and my wife out of this, slut," said Ben. His rod was in his hand in the dark and he felt it surge with pleasure as he said slut. He looked at Dora, in her jeans and T-shirt, and he thought of how she would look with her clothes off, the way she looked in these photographs.
"Your wife thinks about as much of your lovemaking talents as I think of my husband's. The two of you wouldn't know what to do with a clit if you knew where it was located!" Dora was screaming hysterically now.
"Shut up! Shut up bitch!" Frank slapped her again and again but she continued to scream and she slid to the floor.
"You keep your hands off her you pig!" Mitzy defended Dora. "Haven't you emotionally damaged her enough!"
'"O-oh, believe me," said Frank unzipping his pants. "You ain't seen nothing yet. No bitch-wife of mine is going to say the things you've said in front of my friends and get away with it."
Frank stood over his wife as she lay on the floor.
He bent down and picked her up in one movement. She only weighed about 110 pounds. He threw her over the back of the sofa so that she lay bent over backwards.
"What are you doing?!!" she screamed.
"Shut up!" he said. He put one rough hand over her mouth.
"Leave her alone!" said Mitzy.
That was when Ben stood up. "Bitch," he said to his wife. "Come over here and don't interfere in other people's business."
"But," Mitzy started to say, looking up in surprise at her husband. Never had he addressed her in anything but the most respectful, well-modulated tones. Now here he was calling her by a crude name and in a raised voice! She was so startled that she obeyed him.
Frank meanwhile had quickly roped together Dora's hands over her head. He tied them to one leg of the sofa. He then tied together her feet and tied them to another leg of the sofa. Then he ripped down her jeans until they hung at her ankles and ripped up her blouse so that it lay in a bunch under her arms. Her torso lay exposed, bent over backwards across the back of the couch.
She was screaming so Frank tied a gag around her mouth. He looked at her unsatisfied.
"Look at the cunt," he said to the other two. "Look at the lying slut. She loves this. She just won't admit it. You love it don't you?" he said leaning over and slapping her face again.
She shook her head from side to side.
Mitzy meanwhile was getting pretty turned on herself. She went over to Frank and whispered something in his ear. "May I?" she asked.
Frank nodded.
Mitzy untied Dora's feet and then tied them separately to opposite ends of the couch so that her legs were spread wide. "She'll like it better that way," Mitzy said with a laugh.
Dora's eyes bulged when she heard Mitzy's treacherous remarks. Mitzy was changing camps. Now all three of them were looking on Dora's helpless body. Her hips jumped and writhed as she felt three pairs of eyes stare at the place between her legs that was becoming increasingly wet.
Mitzy found herself stripping beneath the lecherous eyes of the two men. As if in a dream she threw off her clothes and climbed on the prone body of her friend.
"She really adores this," Mitzy turned and told them with a smile over her shoulder. Her red curls hung down around her breasts which were also hanging pendulent.
As Frank and Ben watched, each with cock in hand, Mitzy put her legs on either side of Dora's body and approached her face to Dora's exposed cunt.
Mitzy said, "See, pull her cunt lips wide open like this so the wet inner meat comes to the surface. Then you just lick it," she bent to lick the pink meat once, "or tickle it," and she sank her fingers in to the cave and Dora moaned and writhed.
"See how she loves it?" Mitzy said. Ben came up threateningly behind his wife. "Wife, get off that woman. Don't you know what the Bible says? What you're doing is disgusting."
Mitzy, her face sunk deep into Dora's fragrant cunt, didn't hear.
Her husband swept her from Dora's body in one blow. Mitzy lay trembling and naked on the floor.
Ben knelt to her and with all the strength of his fifty year old frame, accustomed to wielding hammers and saws, he forced her to bend over a chair. He tied her hands and feet to the legs. She required a gag just like Dora.
Then the two men stepped back and surveyed their work.
"You two innocent little dolls like force, hey, you'll get force. You think you can play around with us, we'll show you that we can give you exactly what you crave." Frank was holding a whip in his hand. He had gone out to a sex shop that afternoon and bought it in anticipation of this evening.
He now snapped the lash a few times in the air to test it out. It zinged through the air. Dora's eyes opened even wider when she saw the whip and heard the noise it made. For the first time, suddenly, she was afraid that she was going to get more than she had bargained for.
Frank held open her pussylips the way Mitzy said Dora liked. But he let the lash of the whip rest in her slimy canal and then he snapped his wrist and the lash writhed across her cunt and she shook and her hips snapped with fear.
He brought the whip down again and again across her thighs. Welts leapt out of the soft exposed skin. She writhed and moaned. Frank leaned across her prone body and twisted her nipples viciously. Again her pupils dilated with fear as she realized she had pushed her husband too far. What had started out as a game was being played in deadly earnest now.
Ben was spanking his wife soundly with his flat open palm Her buttocks raised up to him sweetly in the air looked so irresistible and she looked like nothing if she did not look like a little girl who needed a spanking. His palms left red palm-shaped marks on her soft assflesh and now each time his hand came down it came down closer and closer to her cunt.
Now he was slapping her between her thighs, slapping her so her legs would stretch open more. He wanted to see her stretch her legs wide apart for him the way she had for Dora and for Ricky.
"Wider!" he shouted, slapping her ass. Beneath Mitzy did her best to stretch her legs open wider.
"More, cunt," he said, and she did her best. His palm slapping her ass was electrifying her whole body and her cunt was now yearning to be slapped by his flesh too.
Ben took out his meat and approached the open thighs of his bound wife. Her long boobs hung out on either side of her body as she lay strapped across the seat of the cane-backed chair. He took aim, and plunged his rod into her open cunt.
He felt like a hunter after hunting season has just been declared open. Now he could get his wife the way he wanted. Now he could repay her for the humiliation she had caused him by saying he had never satisfied her.
His bulky form rocked the chair as he kneeled above her and sank his meat again and again mercilessly into her hole.
Frank meanwhile was was fucking his wife as she lay stretched out backwards over the couch. He couldn't see her upper body or her head- just her legs with the cunt on top- which reminded him of a song. He hummed the tune to himself as he rammed and rammed into the cunt that was his wife.
He felt her engorged clit and he felt her pussy as it clenched and unclenched around his rod while he tried to impale her to the couch.
The moans the women wanted to scream while they were being raped by their husbands were stifled to their frustration. At last they were being serviced by their husbands the way they wanted to be. At last their husbands were taking some risks and taking some time to fuck them soundly, the way they wanted to be fucked.
Two rods cleaved two pieces of beaver, and the beavers creamed almost together, in time.
A few seconds later the rods opened their spermgates and sperm flowed into two beavers.
The two men rose.
They left their wives tied to the furniture and Frank went for his new camera.
The two husbands amused themselves for a while taking pictures of their wives in these positions of bondage. Frank took pictures of Ben sitting on his wife on top of the chair. Ben rode hobbyhorse on his wife's ass and Frank snapped a shot.
Ben came over to Dora and posed with his erect cock pointed directed at her open cunt. Ben pulled Dora's cunt open and Frank got some really great crude shots of her pussy from close-up.
Then it was Frank's turn. Frank posed with his face in Dora's cunt while Ben snapped the shots. Frank stuck his cock in Dora's face while she was unable to move away. Ben snapped some shots of Frank and the whip, riding lashlike through her cunt-canal.
They left the girls tied up for a while when they bored of these amusements, and went out to the kitchen for more booze and to discuss what to do next.
Ben giggled. "Let's send these shots in to Photo Gallery. You know that magazine with the contest of amateur erotic photographs. It's called 'Send In a Beaver Shot of Your Wife.' There's a grand prize and everything. Maybe we'll win." Ben giggled. He was having the time of his life.
"Benny, I didn't know you indulged in such coarse reading habits. I always thought you were a clean old boy," said Frank.
"I just leaf through 'em at the newsstand. I never bought one though, but I know them all." Ben confessed as he poured another drink.
They agreed to have Ricky develop their photographs and then send them in to the magazine with the amateur photo contest.
They went back and took a few more shots of the girls' boobs. The magazine liked an emphasis on wet pink meat and boobs, Ben knew.
"Honey? When are you going to release us?" Dora asked in a gentle tone.
The drunken Frank was startled to hear his wife's voice. Dora had worked her way out of her gag.
Her voice was syrupy sweet as if she were trying to cajole him into releasing her.
"Honey," she whispered again. "Do to me what you did to me the first night you couldn't control yourself. I loved it," she whispered seductively.
Frank smiled and handed Ben the camera. Frank untied his wife's legs and arms.
She hung limp for a moment in his arms. He kissed her boobs and her belly before slapping her down on the couch once more. She was now sitting on the couch in an ordinary position. He grabbed her legs by the ankles and shoved her legs up over her head. She had raised her arms over her head too.
She could cooperate with her husband now as they both had the same kinds of pleasure in mind.
He strapped her legs to her arms over her head so that a frontal photo of her captured her highlighted essence: her cunt.
"Look at that pussy, will you?" Frank gritted his teeth. His wife's cunt was pink and gleaming. It was rosy colored on the outside around the hps but a deeper darker, more serious, blood-colored rose as it sank into the -hole. He stuck his finger in and stirred her cuntjuice.
Ben, watching, was hard again.
Frank left the room. He went to the bathroom and got down the stash of dildoes that he now knew the girls kept there. He also went into the bedroom and got Dora's jewelry box. He had some ideas for some great photos.
While Frank was out of the room, Ben gingerly approached Dora.
Ben could see Dora's face between her bound arms and legs. Her curly dark hair fell to her pubic patch and one fat lock hung directly on top of her rosy clit which was practically popping out of her cunt after all this stimulation.
He moved the curly lock of hair aside so that he could look at the engorged pinch of flesh which was the clit. He couldn't resist leaning towards it and putting out his tongue.
Dora watched while her neighbor put his tongue and touched her clit. She had never thought that Ben Logan could turn her on, but his tongue was broad and flat like a palm, and she found herself straining in her bonds for more. She laughed because she saw poor Mitzy, still gagged and watching, her cunt wet and open, not getting any, while Dora was being serviced by Mitzy's husband.
Frank came back in and Ben guiltily stood up.
"No, no, old man. Eat all you like. Compliments of the house. I'll snap some shots." And Frank snapped some shots of his neighbor eating out his wife.
He stuck his finger in Mitzy's pussy a few times when he passed by her still impaled to the chair just to keep her satisfied.
Ben was really getting into Dora's cunt, with all of his fingers as well as his mouth. He felt like a kid let loose in a candy store. Never before had he made any kind of love like this, where you could just take as much as you wanted as slowly as you wanted.
Frank was sticking a dildo into Ben's wife's cunt and photographing. He liked the way it looked curving up out of her cunt from between her buttocks. He shoved it in more and took another shot. He took out a string of Dora's pearls and looped it around the dildo. He looped the other end around Mitzy's head, so that she was arching her back within the confines of the rope of pearls.
"Here, stick this up her," Frank handed Ben a string of blue glass beads. Unlike the pearls, the glass beads were many faceted and they had jagged edges.
Ben stuffed the beads in Dora's pussy until they were all the way in. They slowly he drew them out with his teeth. Frank got a great shot.
They stuck a dildo in Dora's cunt and looped the beads around her dildo and around her neck and took a shot. They added a dildo in her mouth and took this photo. Ben untied Mitzie and ungagged her. She too was limp in her arms. The girls were letting them do anything they wanted now.
They fitted a second dildo in Dora and then, holding Mitzy's legs apart, they slid her cunt over the free ends of the dildoes coming out of Dora. Now Mitzy and Dora were joined together at the cunt by the two double-ended dildoes. Their cunts had had to stretch open extremely wide to accommodate the two dildoes.
Frank and Ben tied Mitzy and Dora together, as their cunts lay flat against each other, dildoed together.
All night long, Mitzy and Dora's cunts were stretched to their utmost. All night long objects were stuck in their cunts. Sometimes it was the dildoes, two and finally even three at a time. Sometimes it was pearls or beads that were forced up into their sopping wet holes. Sometimes they were favored with a real live cock. Whether it was the prick of husband or neighbor, neither of them cared any longer. Just as long as it was a prick.
They both loved this long evening of attention to their cunts. They felt like queens as their husbands photographed their areas of pleasure. They both had looks of pride on their faces as their cunts were shoved full of objects which were left half hanging out like trophies so as to photograph better. Their mouths too were stuffed with objects: pricks, dildoes, pearls.
They were tied mouth to cunt and cunt to mouth.
All night long the smell of their own cunts never left the room.
Their husbands too experienced a kind of delight they had never experienced before. For the first time in their lives they were able to touch and feel and photograph and look directly at what they had always been too bashful to look at before.
When the morning sun came up, the two couples sadly and tiredly lay down together in the Butler's big double bed, and fucked a few more times, changing partners, and positions, as the urge hit them. They fell asleep together in a tangle of arms and legs and beards and cunts and semen and come as the sun came up.