The Best Laid Plans
Chapter 4
Brandi spent a terrible night standing naked, water dripping from her
body with that noose round her neck. She had taken a lengthy hosing from Ralph
as some of the teachers looked on, urging him to make sure that her pussy got a
good cleaning out as well as her asshole. They had lots of plans for those two
holes when they started over on her tomorrow. In the meantime things were
heating up considerably on the yacht.
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Brad was coming to the conclusion that Jennifer despite her face and
figure was no ball of fire when it came to sex. What he had originally taken as
sophistication was more like lack of interest in the whole process of swapping
bodily fluids. Since his boss, Karl, was a user, her attitude was of no interest
to him; it was her appearance that captured his attention. He was so self
confident that he was totally oblivious to her lack of response to his efforts
when they had sex. To Karl, she was just along for the ride; that and looking
good was all he wanted. Brad began to wonder if she had any secret worth
revealing; that would be a gigantic problem if true. He decided it was time to
bring Trixie into the mix.
Unfortunately Karl had beaten him to the punch. Currently Trixie was
squatting over Millicent, getting her cunt lapped by the trim, gray haired
woman. Karl was holding up his end, pulling and twisting the woman's cunt lips
as she did her best to clean off the whore's pubic mound. From where he was
situated, Randi couldn't see the twin bungs closing her holes. He thought
Millicent was doing more than just housekeeping on the whore's cunt lips and
surrounding area. He wondered when the whore had last douched; probably not
today was his best estimate; in that matter he was correct.
He glanced over to where Vladimir was trying to ruin Randi's cunt. He
wished him a lot of luck. Brad had been with her for more than twenty years and
she still loved the same two things, sex and pain. Her tastes had just gotten a
bit more sophisticated with time, but to him she was still the same teenage sex
bomb he met at college. There was nothing that Randi wouldn't try to do at least
once. There were lots of things she did on a regular basis. Over the years the
list of one time only things had sort of leveled off as people got tired of
trying to dream up something that Randi wouldn't do.
Brad remembered what they did for their twentieth wedding anniversary.
He and Randi spent two weeks at Club DeSade, a very unique, very private and a
very, very expensive resort that catered to those swingers into only the most
extreme things in the area of sex and pain. They still enjoyed watching the
highlights tape that was provided in the package of going away gifts that they
received.
Randi was in no condition to pay much attention to them at the time, for
she was still in the resort's private hospital recovering from a very close
encounter with a pack of dogs who mistook her for a bitch in heat. It took
nearly a day and a half before those animals finally lost interest in the
strange bitch that didn't bark. By then Randi's asshole and cunt were two
bleeding wounds and her back was covered with lacerations and bites from the
efforts of the dogs to control her as they mindlessly dumped load after load
into the two holes that drooled a mixture of dog cum and blood for hours on end.
The doctors estimated that Randi had lost nearly three pints of blood during the
massive dog raping she endured.
He remembered how proud he was of his swinger wife when he would hear
from other guests about the latest thing she had endured. He on the other hand
treated himself to a never ending stream of nubile young fuckmeat. This was the
creme de la creme of the subteen world, flown in from almost every country on
the globe. While he was sodomizing lithe, brown skinned angels from South
American, sleek black moppets from Africa and India, or pale skinned, blue-eyed
prepubescent offsprings of the poor and destitute of Appalachia, Randi was being
brought to near death by a variety of techniques.
She experienced near-drowning, freezing, exposure to the cruel rays of
the sun from dawn to dusk, asphixiation from hanging, suffocation and oxygen
deprivation, endless enemas of everything imaginable that could be used to fill
her bowels without causing them to burst, and dehydration. It was the last named
treatments that brought her closest to death. Twice her heart had stopped
functioning, and once her body temperature went to above 105 degrees F, while
her blood pressure rose to 250/150, and then stayed there for nearly half a day.
This in turn caused her kidneys to fail, bringing this portion of her wish list
to an end. Within one day of being at death's door, hospital personnel were
happily passing enough electricity to light up a small city through her genitals
and Randi was loving every excruciating minute of it.
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Margaret's threat had the desired calming effect on her nephew, his cock
remained hard, but it no longer twitched, a sign that he was gaining control of
himself. As he withdrew away from pure lust, his higher functions such as taste
and smell came more into play. What he detected was not expected; her pubic
region was a riot of tastes and odors, none of which were that appealing to him.
He had expected scents and tastes that came from fragrant soaps and douches.
Instead he tasted salt from her sweat and urine that had insinuated itself
inside that forest of springy, thick hair guarding her cunt. He tasted that
indefineable flavor of her spendings as well as some other's. The fact that
there were a variety of tastes and odors was understandable. There could be
little doubt that he was sensing the residue of his aunt who no doubt had been
exploring this dark, damp forest for many weeks or perhaps longer.
Jon tried to estimate how long it had been since Helene had last washed
herself, and concluded it was some time ago. His musings were interrupted by his
aunt's silvery laugh, and the increased pressure she was applying to his cock.
"Helene my darling, our host seems a bit off-put by the conditions he has
encountered. His ardor has notably diminished in the last few minutes. I fear he
has become somewhat distracted by the variety of scents and flavors you are
providing. The poor boy may be going into shock very soon unless I provide some
new stimulus to calm him down."
Two things happened almost simultaneously. Helene's pubes began to grind
against his face with purposeful movement, gliding up and down from chin to brow
and then moving from side to side so that his face was soon coated with a thick
layer of all those components that made up Helene Corday's sexual essence. In
concert with this erotic dance she was performing, Margaret's cool hands had now
begun to stroke him, slowly at first, almost as if she were searching for
something. Then her movements took on added force and focus, massaging and
teasing his heated flesh. All the while she crooned to him about staying in
control, about being a good little boy, about not disappointing his mentor,
about not embarrassing himself before her companion. Each part of her litany was
matched by some knowing touch from her hands and fingers. Jon was beginning to
lose control, and Helene who sensed his difficulty began to increase the
pressure she was applying to him as well. Poor Jon, he was doomed if he did and
damned if he didn't.
Jon heard his aunt ask her companion to rearrange herself so that she
could directly assist her in bringing him to a climax. This was accomplished by
means of a quick reversal of her body so that she was now facing Margaret, her
warm, wet cunt now glued to his face, securely capturing his nose in its folds.
Jon began to grow faint as he struggled to fill his lungs. Despite this, he
could still feel the insistent pressure he was receiving from his aunt's knowing
hand. It now became a race to see whether he would pass out before he was
brought to ejaculation. Then he felt Helene's mouth closing around his cock.
This, combined with the euphoria induced by the lack of oxygen led to an
ejaculation that could well be described as cataclysmic. His semen flooded
Helene Corday's mouth to the point that she had to allow some of it to leak from
between her lips. His aunt never ceased her rapid stroking as she milked him
dry. Only when her efforts caused him to gasp in pain, did she relax and free
his still rigid cock free from her death grip. Meanwhile Helene swallowed every
drop she had collected and then used her fingers to capture the few droplets
that had leaked from her mouth. She offered her dripping fingers to Margaret,
who smiled and flicked her tongue out to capture this offering.
"Would you like to take a turn with this?" Margaret asked, shaking her
nephew's spent prong. "I know how much you enjoy tormenting these emblems of
male pride. It will be interesting to see how quickly you can revive this little
piece of flesh and then how long you can keep it teetering on the verge. I in
turn will allow my dear nephew to renew his love and affection for my secret
places. It will be fun to see if he has forgotten any of them. Woe to him if
that be true."
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By the time Trixie sauntered over to him, Brad was tit fucking Jennifer.
He had decided that even if she was not a great fuck, he could make the most of
her attributes, and those perfect tits were certainly something he could utilize
for his own pleasure without any contribution from her except her presence. Even
while she still was a few feet from him Brad could detect the rancid odor
emanating from Trixie's saliva coated pubic mound. Despite her age and the way
she held herself, Millicent was a down and dirty pussy eater when the
opportunity presented itself. He wondered if her skill extended to cock sucking
as well. He would probably, no, he would definitely make it a point to determine
that from personal experience.
The old trollop stood there with a knowing grin on her face as she
watched him sawing away between Jennifer's big firm tits. Without any invitation
she leaned over and carefully spit on those glorious globes. "You need some spit
on those knockers or else your dick will get sore from humping her that way."
Brad was amused at her actions and words. Jennifer reacted much differently.
She tried to pull away from him and suffered the consequences. He
captured those mounds in his hands and gave them a hard squeeze as he glared at
her. "Mind your manners bitch, you better be nice to my companion here or I'll
squash these fun bags flat and then see how much they can twist. You are here
for my pleasure, not yours! Do I make myself clear?" Jennifer calmed down
considerably at this outburst. She was only hired help, and she knew he knew it.
Trixie picked this moment to add another coating of saliva to Jennifer's tits.
Brad smiled at her and began to tunnel between them at a good pace as Trixie
nodded her head, encouraging him.
"How about some help." Brad gasped as his cock continued to burrow
between Jennifer's pink nippled tits. Trixie leaned forward, grabbed Jennifer by
the hair and bent her face down until Brad's cock was battering against her
lips. Jennifer grudgingly opened her mouth and let his cock push in and out.
Trixie gave her hair a hard yank and said, "Lick the head of his cock! What's
the matter with you, don't you know anything?" Brad redoubled his efforts to get
off now that her tongue was teasing the head of his dick on every up-stroke. He
grunted, then gasped and pummeled away as his cum began to shoot into her face
and then drip down to coat a portion of her tits with a dense layer of blind
wigglers floating in an ocean of salty liquid.
Brad knew that he had very little time left to pry something of
significance from Jennifer. He surmised that Millicent had already given up her
little secret since Karl was pounding away inside her cunt with a smile on his
face as her trim body shook with every powerful stroke he delivered. Vladimir
had stopped choking Randi about ten minutes ago, and Brad could hardly wait to
hear what kind of cock and bull story she had handed to him. He'd heard every
confession she could possibly make over the many years they had played their
torture games. There was no way that she could spring a surprise on him, or so
he thought.
He took a good look at Trixie and realized that both her cunt and
asshole were stuffed with rubber bungs. "What's all that about?" he asked,
pointing at them. Trixie grinned and replied, "They're holding in all the cum
that's been pumped into me today. I got off my regular shift a few hours ago and
I thought I was pretty full then. These sailors really can fuck up a storm. They
added another seven loads, big loads from the feel of them. Now I slosh when I
walk. I thought I was going to dump some cum from my cunt into Millicent, but
she decided to give up her little secret about being addicted to pain killers
instead."
Brad had been watching Jennifer out of the corner of his eye and he saw
the fear cross her face when she learned about what she might be forced to do
very shortly. So he turned to the girl and said, "I want to see you lick and
kiss every square inch of this lady's ass and I do mean every square inch. Then,
and only then, can you tell me something juicy that I can share with the rest of
the folks. In case you decide to hold out for longer than the ten minutes I'm
going to allow you, I'm going to pull the bung out of Trixie's asshole and make
you swallow everything she's been collecting today. It's your choice. Now start
licking and smooching that ass like you just found a long-lost rich realtive."
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The combination of the water evaporating from her pebbled skin and the
night chill that had set in a few hours after they had left her out in the
elements were taking their toll on the well built teenager. The rope around
Brandi's neck was a constant reminder that there was no way she could lose
concentration. She had been shifting her weight from one foot to the other in a
vain attempt to keep warm. Unfortunately the rope hobbling her ankles prevented
her from making the kind of movements that would generate some body heat. Oh
what she wouldn't give for something to make her sweat a little right about now.
It was then that she experienced the first set of cramps. It felt as if someone
was squeeezing the backs of her legs. The pain grew slowly as Brandi tried to
move into a position that would allow her to relieve the tension that was
continuing to build in her calves.
(To be continued)
