The Best Laid Plans
Chapter 5
While Brandi was experiencing the joys of outdoor living and doing her
best to avoid hanging herself despite the awful cramping that was beginning to
take hold of her unprotected body, things were heating up on the yacht. It was
time for show and tell, and one by one the men took the spotlight as they
presented what their partners had grudgingly given up to them. Karl naturally
took the role of emcee, introducng each and then leading the discussion that
followed. Vladimir was introduced, and he began offering Randi's "secret" to the
audience.
"It took a bit of convincing but my lovely sex partner finally confessed
to me that she is quite jealous of her darling daughter, Brandi, after I
rearranged her internal organs with this billy club you see dangling from
between my legs. I don't think any of you have seen this teenage piece of
fuckmeat, I know I haven't, but let me tell you, according to Randi that one is
going to be spectacular when she grows up. After all, take a look at her mother,
now this is one hot piece of prime fuckmeat, and everyone here; women, are you
listening, is going to get a chance to see and feel for themselves just how hot
Brandi's mom is."
"It took even more work on Randi's tight asshole to make her admit that
even as she and her husband are enjoying Karl's hospitality as well as the other
hot holes available here, her darling daughter is being gang raped by a band of
irate school teachers. Poor Brandi is not only having her attitude adjusted, but
also her internal organs if all goes according to plan. Not only is she going to
be used and abused by a large group of men and women, all heavily armed, or is
it well hung, she's going to be able to talk to the animals if you get my drift.
I would imagine that Brad is going to have a time adjusting to the fact that
when Brandi returns to his home and hearth, she'll be as loose as a two dollar
whore until something of a surgical nature is done to correct this problem."
Karl could not resist stepping in at this point. "Now I think that what
Randi has done in conspiring to deliver her darling daughter, the fabulous
Brandi, into the hands of this gang of perverts is worthy of some kind of
punishment, and so I have decided that all day tomorrow Randi will be topside,
out in the sun, securely restrained and completely naked, available for any and
all forms of suitable punishment for her truly despicable misdeed. Just remember
this is my game, and it's played by my rules." He looked to Randi, who nodded
her head in acceptance of his decision.
Karl glanced toward Brad and spoke, " She has agreed to this penalty,
and I would expect her husband to accept my decision as well. Brad, do I have
your support?"
All heads turned in the direction of Brad Barnes. He looked at his wife,
then his boss, and nodded his head. As he did so, he laughed to himself. He
could always depend on his wife to stir the pot and try to become the center of
attraction. Well, it looked as if she'd pulled it off once again. Now he
wondered how he could make it a bit more intense for his sex and pain crazed
mate. Brad cleared his throat as soon as the murmuring from the group died down.
"I have a suggestion that might make the punishment even more suitable.
My daughter is entertaining, against her will I might add, at least a dozen
angry people. Our group numbers only eight, nine counting our honored guest and
advisor, Trixie. So I would like to suggest to our host that he consider
inviting the crew members to participate in my wife's punishment to sort of even
things out." As soon as he finished a few of the guests began to applaud his
suggestion, and shortly thereafter Karl joined in, which made it unanimous as
far as Brad was concerned. He stole a glance at his wife and saw the faint smile
of approval that crossed her face. It was going to be a very productive, and
perhaps even profitable weekend for all the members of the Barnes family.
Now it was Leonard's turn to tell the group what he had managed to force
from his partner. The well groomed middle-aged man seemed a bit uncomfortable as
he became the center of attraction. He hesitated briefly as if gathering his
thoughts and began to describe what Claire had confessed to him over the past
two hours as he took her in all her holes, pinching and poking her huge breasts
which he observed to be implants, information that no one there seemed to care
much about, since it was quite obvious that her breasts had been surgically
enhanced.
After some hemming and hawing he got down to cases. It seemed that
Claire had been taking on a series of young lovers for the last ten years, and
had just recently taken up with a nineteen year old college student who had a
great cock and could provide her with the action that she needed, and wasn't
getting from her husband. Vladimir interrupted Leonard at this point.
"I'm afraid that poor Leonard has fallen victim to one of those charades
that Claire and I utilize to make our sex lives a bit more exciting. The
particular scenario he refers to has as it's center piece, Benjamin, who I
hired. He is a real person and does indeed possess the male equipment that my
dear wife values so highly. We plan to keep Benjamin involved in this latest
game for perhaps another couple of months before moving on to another scenario
that my wife and I are currently discussing whenever I can get her away from her
new lover who has been keeping her rather well satisfied."
Leonard just stood there, slowly seething at the duplicity of his
partner and the smugness of her husband. He did not take kindly to the type of
public ridicule he was getting, especially in a setting such as this where it
was obvious that each of the couples invited by Karl were doing more than just
playing some games on this yacht. This was a contest and he was not yet sure
whether there would just be a winner and two also-rans; perhaps the losers would
pay a much greater penalty than just the loss of face or a game. Karl Neilson
broke the sombre mood that was beginning to settle on the group by announcing
that he would now take center stage and see if what he thought he had gotten
from his partner was indeed the unvarnished truth.
Brad wondered if there was any reason why his boss chose to go before he
had his chance to expose some deep dark secret from his partner, Karl's gorgeous
companion. It was too late to do anything else than what he had decided to do.
She had provided no information that he could use to make himself look good, so
he was going to take another approach that was highly risky and might land him
in much more hot water than poor Leonard was currently occupying. As soon as
Karl began speaking Brad understood his reason for preempting him. For all his
posturing, Karl Neilson had a very refined sense about people, which was part of
his success as a business man. He was putting it on display for all to see.
"First I must compliment Leonard for having the good sense to marry and
cherish a woman such as Millicent. This lady proved to be a most formidable
opponent for this player and I had to resort to the good offices of my advisor,
Trixie, in order to wrest from her the secret that I am about to reveal. Some of
you might argue that two against one is not a fair contest, but we are playing
by my rules and only one other person took advantage of this particular
loophole."
"I will also admit that I thoroughly enjoyed stirring up my worthy
opponent's insides, fore and aft. The aft facilities, so to speak, were by far
the more enjoyable, since they have not seen much use. Despite the fact that
Millicent, like the rest of us is a dedicated swinger, she has only recently
begun to offer her aft entry way, mostly to her husband and a few SOBs like
myself. She admitted to me while I was stretching the aforementioned entry way,
that this is another way for her to keep him interested in her well seasoned
body, which as you will also discover is remarkably well preserved. In passing I
must mention that Trixie expressed her appreciation for the lingual skill which
Millicent demonstrated as she suctioned my advisor's vagina until it was totally
devoid of any remnants of the more than one dozen loads of semen that had been
deposited within her during this day. In fact it was that skill that provided
the only chink in Millicent's armor, and I took full advantage of the situation.
Now to her nasty little secret which I believe will come as a surprise to her
faithful, swinging husband."
The man was a spell-binder. You could hear a pin drop on the plush
carpet at this moment as everyone waited impatiently for the secret to be
revealed. Karl took the opportunity to break the silence with a little jest,
"Drum roll please and may I have the envelope. It seems that despite all the
care and attention that she has been receiving from her husband, this hussy has
also gone behind his back to take a lover, a lover who is nearly thirty years
her junior and most malleable."
Millicent's face was pale and her breathing rapid. For some reason Brad
focused on this naked woman with her sagging, average-sized breasts with very
long nipples and her immaculately shaven pubes that featured a set of thick,
wrinkled cunt lips. He wanted to fuck her until she screamed for mercy. Then in
his mind's eye, she was hanging by her wrists on the top deck next to Randi who
was being fucked bowlegged, and he was whipping the skin off her front side,
cutting deep gashes into her tired flesh and reveling in the screams he could
still tear from her as he ripped away her skin with his whip. Brad was shaken by
the feelings that this gray haired woman was evoking in him, and didn't fully
understand why he reacted to her that way.
Then after a short pause for effect, Karl brought down the hammer. "Now
for the surprise part; Millicent's lover is a graduate student at the local
university. This charming young lady is working on her PhD thesis studying the
influence of corporate status on family life, with emphasis on its sexual
aspects. I can't help but wonder about the motivation for this student to enter
a lesbian relationship with a woman so senior to herself. Could there be an
element of quid pro quo in this budding liaison?"
Now it was Leonard's time to speak his piece on this matter, and he did
so initially in a voice that trembled, but as he continued to describe his
reaction to this stunning news, his voice took on a hard, almost defiant edge.
Brad chuckled to himself as the thought "no more mister nice guy" flashed across
his mind. Millicent had opened up a can of worms and she just might regret her
little dalliance even before she left the ship.
"This comes as a distinct shock to me. My initial rection is not one of
kindness to my now unfaithful wife after almost thirty years of marriage.
Believe it or not there is such a thing as being faithful to one's spouse even
as you both choose new sex partners for an evening or weekend's pleasure. That
is done openly and with everyone's consent. That is not what happened in this
case. I am also puzzled by her choice of sex partners; why not a man? I would
like to flatter myself by thinking that perhaps she could not find one superior
to myself, but I fear I would be merely deluding myself. Frankly I will need
some support from this group to enable me and Millicent to come to some
agreement on how we may go forward from this position which I find highly
unpalatable. I am tempted to suggest that my faithless wife spend some time
topside as well, learning her place and atoning for this grevious offense to me,
her faithful husband."
Karl could barely contain himself. Already he could see two of the five
women on the top deck being brutalized by the group as well as the crew. What
other little surprises might be in store for these two, or would it be more? He
knew that Randi would be enjoying every moment of her "ordeal", but he did
wonder how Millicent would react when she was gang raped and beaten perhaps to
within an inch of her life tomorrow. How would Leonard handle having to witness
his wife of thirty years giving up every hole to whoever wanted it, or being
bent over the side being sodomized while someone else, male or female tried to
take the skin off her back with a whip?
It now was Brad's turn to stand and deliver. He was the star of the show
and Karl did his best to warmup the crowd for him. "Fellow swingers and honored
guest, I have deliberately saved Brad for last for a variety of reasons. He was
the only one who was wise enough to utilize Trixie in helping him wrest a deep,
dark secret from his charge. His challenge is of particular interest to me as
Jennifer is my companion for the weekend and therefore has some degree of cachet
among the group I have invited to participate in this weekend of frolic,
revelations and challenges to one's self-worth. He has also showed a high degree
of maturity and good common sense in addressing the surprise that his wife gave
him. Rarely has a person gone me one better, but he did and under rather trying
circumstances. So without further ado let me introduce Brad Barnes, an up and
coming, in more ways than one, member of the corporation and the lion tamer who
sticks his head into the mouth and other orifices of his fantastic wife who in
my humble opinion is one of the wonders of the swing world." Brad took a deep
breath as he stepped to the center of the room to make his presentation, for
that is what it was, and he knew it.
He made the obligatory thanks for Karl's introduction and seconded the
opinion that his wife, Randi, was indeed one of the swing world wonders. Then he
used this observatin to compare Jennifer to Randi. He started out by comparing
their faces and figures, admitting that Jennifer's good looks were second to
none, but conterbalancing this with the thought that like fine wine, some degree
of maturing was required before a woman came into full flower. He saw that many
in the audience were nodding in agreement. He then segued into a discussion of
his wife's prowess as a bedmate and dropped the bomb.
"I think I know Jennifer's secret, even though she was very, very
careful to avoid any reference to it. Speaking as one who just had free reign to
romp and stomp all over that fabulous form, I must admit to being disappointed
in the extreme. To be frank, I don't think her heart is in it. On a scale of one
to ten, Jennifer on her best day probably rates a two for sexiness and
responsiveness. She should be the poster child for passive resistance. Jennifer
just lies there with her perfect pussy open for use and steals away while her
partner does all the work and invests all the emotional energy as well. In a
word Jennifer is a sexual fraud! That is her little secret, the one perhaps she
hasn't fully revealed even to herself. This paragon of physical perfection is a
hollow shell. In truth Jennifer could very well be the standard against which
all blow-up dolls and empty-headed bimbos should be measured. After all, she's
merely there to keep her companion company while he gets himself off all by
himself."
Brad's comments brought gasps from a few of the women, but not Randi,
who winked and blew him a kiss. The audience lapsed into a stunned silence and
looked to Karl for his reaction. His face was frozen into a frown, and many of
the group began to discuss this terrible gaffe that Brad had made. Then just as
suddenly Karl spoke out in a loud voice.
"Brad, you have failed to follow the rules of the game, remember, my
game, my rules. Therefore you come in dead last, not a good start, but not
enough to have me order the crew to throw you and your fantastic wife overboard.
I will give you high marks for guts, I admire that in my people. For all I know,
you may be proven correct some time in the future, that's a possibility. I admit
you have taken a view of Jennifer that is radical, so radical that I will need
time to fully digest what I heard tonight. Until then let's all take a break
from being so serious and get down to what I had hoped would be going full blast
long before now. Ladies and gentlemen, start your libidos and let's get this
orgy on the road."
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Things were not going well at all for poor Jon. For all her beauty and
sexiness, Helene was proving herself to be a castrator, not a good
characteristic for one so gifted physically. At the moment Jon had been retied
so that Helene had easy access to his asshole as well as his family jewels. His
ankles were sandwiching his head, being held in this stressful position by the
ropes that his aunt had brought from her own home. He could hear her humming and
clucking on occasion as she made the knots fast and checked them for integrity.
Jon sometimes wondered where his aunt picked up all these arcane skills that
seemed so inappropriate for a woman of her refined tastes.
Aunt Margaret, never Maggie, had arranged herself so that Jon's tongue
was polishing her rosebud to glistening perfection. The position she held
herself in was not the most comfortable, but what her nephew was delivering made
it all worthwhile. Margaret was also able to observe what her companion was
doing to her nephew as well. The dark-haired beauty had worked her middle
finger, well past the first joint, into Jon's rectum. From her facial
expression, she was probing experimentally to find out where the man's special
spots were located. Margaret remembered her first tentative exploration of her
young nephew's anal region and all the delightful surprises she unearthed as her
finger poked, and pried around in that warm, moist tunnel.
She could tell by the way Jon's tongue moved whenever Helene had struck
a nerve, so to speak. She could not help uttering a little gasp whenever this
occurred. Her companion pushed her finger deeper and Jon's tongue began
fluttering in an entirely different rhythm as she discovered more sensitive
areas. Helene finally tired of this activity and pulled her glistening digit
free and looked at Margaret with a small smile on her face. Her mentor sighed
and wiggled her bottom erotically against Jon's face and whispered, "Yes, my
darling, I'll let you tease him if you wish, but only for a brief time. My
darling nephew is doing such a wonderful job presently that I can't stay away
from his tongue for any length of time."
While Helene fed her middle finger into Jon's mouth for him to clean,
Margaret toyed with his rock hard cock, raking it gently from tip to base with
her carefully manicured fingernails and watching it twitch in response to the
stimulation she was providing. She knew that it would not be long before his
hard length of hot flesh was buried deep inside her moist tunnel for a nice long
canter, the first of what would be many during this long weekend. If Helene
remained standoffish, that would mean more of Jon's delightful cock for her to
enjoy. It would be her gain and her protogee's loss if this happened. She
remembered a play on words she heard from some trollop when she was much younger
and just beginning to appreciate male flesh. "You can bring the cunt to the
cock, but it's her that's got to want to do the fucking."
When she was satisfied that he had properly cleaned her finger of his
"filth", Helene decided it was time to avail herself of some of the toys and
such that occupied the table beside the bed. She selected a bullet vibrator and
checked to make sure it was functioning. She held the humming instrument up so
that Jon and Margaret could see it. Jon's aunt suggested that Helene also put a
cock ring on him to assure that his first offering would still be available when
she took her initial turn on their host. She nodded her approval once the rubber
ring was snugged tightly around the base of Jon's rigid cock. His cock twitched
and began oozing precum as Helene worked the vibrator into his rectum and
searched for his prostate. Meanwhile Margaret resumed her teasing as she ran her
fingernails across the head of his cock and licked the salty fluid that she
scooped out from the slit.
Jon was now hanging between heaven and hell, his cock and balls being
unmercifully teased by his aunt's knowing fingernails and darting tongue while
his throbbing prostate seemed to be growing larger by the minute as the buzzing
sex toy followed its contours, driving the man to near desperation. He wanted to
cum so very badly, but there was just too much back pressure from that damned
cock ring, and his aunt seemed to know exactly when enough was enough. If he
didn't have relief soon he would explode or go mad. In his saner moments Jon
knew that his aunt probably wanted him inside her as much as he did. Margaret
was mistress of the tease, but only up to a point, because she would become as
sex crazed as he was. They had this strange symbiotic relationship when it came
to orgasms. They both knew that they depended on the other to make that special
moment unique and overwhelming. They seemed to feed on each other's frenzy. That
point had just about arrived, but Helene Corday was oblivious to what was going
on between her prey and her mentor.
Helene was startled when Margaret scrambled down from her perch and
announced that it was time for she and her nephew to have their moment. She
obediently assisted Jon's aunt in untying him so that he could be mounted by his
aunt. She watched open-mouthed as Jon's cock disappeared inside Margaret in one
firm thrust as she shifted herself from side to side to welcome and accommodate
him into her tight tunnel. Helene could smell the scent of sex fluids coming
from them both, a rare event for her to experience. Then she watched, almost
hypnotized, as Margaret began to move up and down on the man's stiff shaft; at
her apex only the head remained captured by her swollen, rapidly coloring cunt
lips. Then her hips would swivel and that wet channel would swallow the invader
whole.
Gradually their movements came into synch and all that could be heard
was the squishing sounds of heated wet flesh colliding and retreating as the two
got closer and closer to their goal. Almost against her will the young woman
found her fingers buried between her cunt lips stirring up her juices as she
responded to the frenzied activity she was witnessing. She had never seen her
mentor in this state. The cool, knowing and always controlled woman that had
become her mistress was gone, now replaced by a savage from the wild eager for
her kill. Their screams made the hair on the back of her neck stiffen; she was
watching two beasts of the jungle mating furiously and the energy being released
seemed to flood the room. Helene lost control and joined them for a brief moment
that would remain with her for the rest of her days.
Later as the trio recovered from their exertions, Helene exacted some
revenge from her mentor for upsetting her and exposing her true self, even if
only to herself. Magaret was too exhausted to fight off her adversary and
surrendered her body to Helene's tender mercies. The young woman slipped her
fingers into her mentor's cum filled cunt and wiggled them around to gauge the
elasticity of that well-fucked tunnel. Satisfied with the results, she closed
her thumb and entered it as well. Then it was a simple matter to close her hand
into a fist. Her mentor made a feeble effort to prevent what she knew was about
to happen, but her wishes were totally ignored. That lump of skin, bone and
flesh began to wedge its way further and further into Jon's aunt. Jon idly
observed what was going on between the two women and his spent cock began to
harden at the sight of Helene's wrist disappearing between his aunt's swollen
cunt lips.
Helene slowly worked her fist deeper into Margaret's sodden channel and
realized that her mentor was probably too exhausted from that awesome orgasm she
had experienced to properly react to this treatment. The young woman knew there
would be other opportunities for such activities and accordingly backed off
after a few minutes of teasing, making slow movements back and forth over a span
of perhaps a few inches, just to let Margaret know how precarious her current
situation was. Her fist was coated with a thick layer of mucous and juice from
Margaret, and the cum that Jon had spurted deep inside his aunt. With a
malicious grin she presented her glistening fist to Jon and ordered him to lick
it clean. Margaret nodded her head in approval and gave her protogee a smile
before complimenting her on her behavior. "You have much to learn my dear child,
but tonight you have taken a major step on the road to self-awareness. Now it's
time for you and I to take our leave so Jon can contemplate what we have in
store for him tomorrow."
(To be continued)
