Freaky Honeymoon - Chapter 1

       Marsha could not believe what had happened last evening! Meeting the Landers had resulted in a night that she could not have ever imagined. Emily and Charles were a couple in their forties. She was plump and buxom with short dark curly hair, while he was tall, slim and bald. One thing led to another and after a few drinks she and Andrew found themselves in the Landers suite. Another drink and the next thing she knew she was giggling and helping Emily bind her naked husband's wrists and ankles to the corners of the large bed, while Charles undressed. Emily was delighted at the size of his cock, and Marsha couldn't help boasting about her new husband's stamina and recuperative powers.

       

       "We've done it three times so far today, and yesterday Andrew did me five times, and that doesn't count the other time that he came in my mouth." Emily was properly impressed. "The best Charles has done this week is to give it to me three times one day, and I had to spend a considerable amount of time sucking to keep him interested in this old body."

       

       The game the four would be playing was called victim and for starters that would be Andrew who had drawn the lowest card. The object of the game was to sexually exhaust the victim in a manner that would not be harmful. As Emily described it, "We want Andrew to think that if he comes one more time he will surely have a heart attack, then make him come at least twice more.  "Do you need assistance in disrobing?" asked Emily, a gentle hint for Marsha to commit to the game.

       

       The two women quickly proceeded to strip off down to their underwear. "This should be sufficiently stimulating for round one," observed Emily, now wearing only matching bikinis and bra and a contrasting garter belt that was more functional than erotic. Her large melons strained the half-cup bra revealing most of her breasts plus the outline of the fat nipples that poked out through the flimsy material. Andrew's cock began to harden as he stared at her voluptuous body. "How charming" gushed Emily.

       

       It was a truly amazing night. Andrew came once before the ladies needed to remove their underwear. The youthful groom reacted strongly to the expert bout of sucking, kissing and licking that his long, stiff member received from these charming teasers. Emily took the lead, instructing his bride in some of the tricks she had learned. Charles screwed Marsha while she kissed Andrew and Emily sucked him off.

Andrew sucked the cum from his wife's cunt as she lapped away on Emily's shaved pussy. Marsha and Emily teamed up to make Andrew come for a second time, their mouths working on his throbbing cock until it spilled another load into Emily's mouth.

        

       

       Emily and Marsha did a sixty-nine while  Andrew recuperated until he was hard enough for Emily to mount and ride to still another orgasm, his third. Now his eager wife worked a bullet vibrator in and out of Andrew's asshole while Emily smeared his cock with an ointment that stimulated blood flow, making it easier for him to attain another erection. Marsha licked Andrew's nipples and groin as Emily pumped his hardening cock in her tight fist.

       

       At Emily's direction, the young wife settled her bottom onto Andrew's face and quickly felt his tongue begin to worm its way into her tight bumhole. As she thrilled to what her husband was doing, she watched with growing lust as Emily varied the speed, angle and length of the strokes she gave him. "This time I want him to fuck your bumhole," she said as her arm tirelessly pumped away on the groom's hard member.

       

       It seemed like Andrew's cock was in her virgin bunghole for hours; in fact Emily said it was more like fifteen minutes, an impressive length of time for both Andrew and Marsha. Twice Emily had pulled his cock from Marsha's bum, once to jack it to full hardness, the other to suck, then jack it again. Charles had fondled her small breasts and trailed wet kisses across her stomach and the insides of her thighs. Marsha was amazed at how her tight bunghole adjusted to her husband's pistoning prong.

       

       When he finally came, shooting an impressive load onto her belly and pubic hair, she was almost disappointed. Emily attacked his cum with gusto and sucked up every trace, feeding it slowly into Marsha's mouth and grinning broadly as the young wife swallowed the salty offering with relish. Reviving Andrew for another round was accomplished with some difficulty, but finally he was mindlessly thrusting between Emily's oiled breasts while Marsha licked the head when it popped up. Emily then squatted over him and rubbed the head of his cock between her fat-lipped, shaved slot. Meanwhile Marsha was running a small but powerful vibrator up and down her husband's throbbing cock and circling his balls whenever the opportunity presented itself.

       

       Once more Charles took Marsha, screwing her in a number of positions, her husband watching while being methodically jacked off by Emily. When Charles came, it was Emily who sucked the cum from her cunt. Ever the busy one, Emily next inserted the wand vibrator into Andrew's bunghole and began stimulating his now enlarged prostate gland. Again Marsha was positioned so that her husband could penetrate her bottom hole. Emily carefully fed his stiff cock up Marsha's bunghole, and then moved back to watch him start to fuck his young bride. Marsha accommodated herself to him quickly and they settled into a rhythm consisting of a series of deep thrusts followed by a short burst of rapid short ones.

       

       Emily began to suck off her husband as Marsha watched. After a few minutes Emily pulled Andrew's cock from his wife's bottom hole and gave it a good sucking to restore its full hardness. Once more she fed his cock into Marsha who then picked up where she had left off. For the next ten minutes the foursome kept their positions, Charles keeping Marsha happy while his wife did the same for Andrew, feeding him plenty of tongue as well as her hard-nippled tits. Emily then settled between Andrew's spread thighs, licking and kissing his balls as Marsha made her husband's cock disappear and reappear with regularity.

       

       Finally the women changed places; now Emily straddled the young groom and her cunt swallowed every inch of his wanger, which was once more hard as steel thanks to the vigorous hand action she had provided before mounting him. Marsha was running her tongue around her husband's tight balls, then moving up to work on Emily's shaved pussy, circling the fat lips of her cunt before once more moving down to Andrew's balls. For the next few minutes, Marsha licked and sucked, Emily groaned and bounced, Andrew gasped for breath and Charles nodded and smiled to himself as he masturbated.

       

       Charles came first, spilling a load of watery cum, this being the third time he'd come tonight. Emily insisted that she be allowed to lick up her husband's cum from his belly.  While she did her housekeeping,  Marsha jerked her husband off with quick, short strokes, determined to make him come once more to demonstrate his potency and manliness. The older couple sat nearby and merely observed her efforts.

After a few minutes Emily said, " Need a hand? " The play on words made everyone except Andrew laugh. He was too busy willing himself to cum. Emily's practiced hand and Marsha's enthusiastic mouth soon had Andrew on the verge of exploding.

       

       Emily teased him unmercifully, jacking him to the verge, and then releasing his throbbing cock to flop and twitch helplessly, unable to get over that last obstacle. Again and again the plump brunette stroked Andrew to the brink, only to leave him hanging. Marsha got into the game by giving her helpless husband an incredible blowjob, but as soon as she sensed he was ready to spurt, she let his rock hard cock slip from her mouth. The teasing grew more intense. Now Emily would squeeze Andrew's swollen balls slowly as his wife brought him closer and closer to coming. It was impossible for him to cum and he began to sob in frustration.  " Oh that's music to my ears, " she gushed. Finally the women took pity on him and they settled down on either side and passed his cock from one mouth to the other, sucking him with enthusiasm and skill until with a loud moan he began to spurt in Emily's mouth. When he finished, Emily spilled his cum into Marsha's mouth, and she in turn swished it around in her mouth before gulping it down.

       Emily devoted a considerable amount of time in an attempt to revive him for another orgasm, while Marsha teased him unmercifully.

       

       " Let's see, five times so far tonight and another three times this morning makes eight. That's a new record, except since it's past two in the morning, his last two spendings don't count. Too bad Andrew, you've just only tied your record, but look on the bright side of things, only five more times and you have a new record. I'm sure Emily will do her best to help you establish a new standard today. " his wife said, barely able to stifle the case of the giggles that had taken hold of her.

        " I was thinking of at least two more times, before we let him go, and between us, how can we fail?"  Emily replied. Marsha grinned impishly and shook her head. " Let's go for at least three more good blasts from my sexy husband. That's what he calls it when he shoots."

       While Charles went for some ice to cool Andrew's swollen testicles, Emily and Marsha took turns relieving themselves. Andrew was given a choice, either hold it, or pee into a carafe that was normally used to hold water or coffee. It took him some time, but he nearly filled the container, his young wife directing his flow as Emily crooned with delight. Marsha watched as Emily  carefully positioned the large vibrator deep in Andrew's asshole. " That's the spot, watch how his cock twitches when I move it back and forth." Emily observed.

       Marsha laughed and said," Find the best spot and I'll take it from there. "leave the rest to us."

Emily suggested a round robin, the two of them taking turns giving Andrew head. After a couple of rounds his cock was hard enough for Emily to consider tit fucking him. Marsha licked her husband's balls as his cock moved between Emily's oiled tits. Now Marsha straddled her husband, her pussy inches from his face. Emily was now jacking him off rapidly on the chance that he would be able to come quickly. His young, lean, fucking machine of a wife moved her quim even closer as she listened to the wet sounds of Emily furiously jerking off her helpless husband.

        " Tell him what you'll do to make his hard cock happy." Emily whispered. What followed made everybody hard. Marsha began to shamelessly frig herself inches from her husband's face, her hand a blur.

        " Andrew darling, can't you smell my juicy cunt? See how big my clit is getting just thinking about what that hard cock of yours is going to do to me when Emily is done with it. I am going crazy just listening to the sound of her jerking you off. You must be hard enough now, aren't you? Emily, suck him and make him harder, I want to listen to those slick-sucking sounds you make when you suction him. Andrew, I want to come so bad, but I want you to cum with me, can't you cum with me? Want to taste my juicy quimt? Want to worm that long tongue of yours deep inside my hot, wet cunt and get all that sex slime I'm making just for you."

       " When Emily has gotten you nice and hard, she's going to guide you up my bumhole again. I love it when you fuck me in the arses. From now on that's all I want from you, just fuck my bunghole good and hard. Show me no mercy; screw me until my bottom hole is bleeding. I'm going to start off facing away from you so you can see your hard wanger going in and out of my super tight butthole. I'll do all the work, you just enjoy the feeling of my warm wet bumhole sucking your prong in and out nice and slow at first, then faster and faster as your big wanger stretches my shitter. Soon I'll be taking every inch. I know it will hurt, but I deserve the pain for not putting out like this before we got married."

       Now it was her mouth moving up and down on her husband's stiff shaft while Emily slowly jacked him off. Charles at his wife's request, moved the vibrator a little deeper into Andrew's ass, searching for a better spot to stimulate his swollen prostate. Andrew moaned and thrust his hips, his hard prick going deeper into Marsha's mouth, choking her.

       " My bumhole is waiting darling, please skewer me until I beg for mercy." Marsha whispered. " You'll love the feeling when I rotate a half turn to ride you sidesaddle. I know the pain will be greater because in this position your meat will be stretching another part of my tender shitter. Still I'll offer up the pain to atone for being less than a perfect lover over the past months.  Once your prong is completely inside my aching hole I'll pick up the pace and try to make you hose down my burning channel with all that cum now churning in your tight balls. Perhaps you'll hold back to punish me some more."

       " I'll be a good wife and turn until I'm facing you. Now you have a bird's eye view of your hard cock disappearing and reappearing as I ride its hard length, grunting as I sink on it until only your balls are showing. I will be in agony as you penetrate me to your limit, ripping my sore shitter apart. I'll offer up the pain as more atonement for my miserable performance as a lover."

       Emily was shamelessly rubbing her clit with practiced skill, her cunt lips red and engorged with blood. Andrew now sported a rather impressive erection that would be immediately put to use by both women.

" Which one first Andrew, my cunt or your wife's butthole? " He opted for Emily's hot wet cunt and she quickly mounted his cock and let it disappear totally inside her juicy slot. " I'll do all the work, you just keep it nice and hard. "

       While Emily bounced her plump body up and down on the hard cock, Marsha lowered her cunt until it made contact with her husband's face. " Eat me out and make me cum.," she hissed, watching Emily's shaved cunt swallow her husband's stiff shaft. Emily bounced, Andrew ate, and Marsha came with a loud grunt after only a few minutes of his probing tongue. Emily changed positions and began to fuck him reverse cowgirl style. Marsha moved until she could lick Andrew's balls and Emily's cunt while they fucked up a storm.

       " Pull him out and suck it while I take a breather." gasped Emily. Marsha could distinctly taste the woman's cunt cream on her husband's cock. She made short work of it and then began giving him an extremely enthusiastic blow job as Emily sat back on her heels and watched Marsha work on her husband's twitching cock. " I do believe he's ready to come, jack him off on my tits, I want him to give them a nice thick coating of his creamy cum." Emily said.

       To Marsha's amazement Andrew managed to shoot a respectable load of watery cum all over Emily's big tits. The woman squealed with delight as a volley of nearly clear fluid was deposited onto her hard nippled tits. " Andrew my love, you are truly a stud! You're a lucky woman Marsha, and don't you forget it! Also don't forget that he still hasn't been up your bumhole again, so we have some work to do to get him nice and hard so he can do the deed properly."

       All Marsha could do was smile and sigh with happiness. He was going to get the best butt fucking he ever got from any woman. It took nearly an hour before Emily was able to feed Andrew's hard cock into his wife's bottomhole. Once properly seated, Marsha began to pound her butthole up and down on her husband's stiff dick, grunting as it penetrated her to the max on every down-stroke. Emily fed the young stud her hard-nippled tits as his wife continued to milk his swollen cock with her super-tight bumhole. Marsha grew tired and settled on his throbbing prick to take a break. She did however move her hips from side to side to keep her husband stimulated. Emily sat on his face and wiggled her cunt until he was able to get at all her sweet spots.

       " Make me cum, you marvelous stud! I want to coat your face with my quim cream while you shoot your cum up your wife's butthole," she whispered. Marsha began to move up and down on her husband's pole, picking up the pace as he licked Emily's frothing cunt, sucking out every bit of slit sludge she offered. Suddenly without warning he began to blast away deep inside his wife's backhole as she screamed in ecstasy, proud of her ability to bring him to yet another climax. Marsha dismounted with a smile on her face and moved to kiss her husband's slime-covered lips. 

       It was well after dawn before the young couple was dressed and ready to leave. They had drawn to see which of the remaining three would be the next victim. Emily had won that dubious honor and everyone was looking forward to testing her limits. As the couple left, Marsha whispered to her husband " We have some shopping to do at the sex shoppe before we return here tonight. I have a number of ideas on how we can exhaust that sexy slut. "

                               Chapter 2

       The quartet met for drinks and dinner, and then went up to the Landers' suite. Emily stripped down as the young couple and her husband watched with lustful anticipation. She was wearing bikinis with a sheer crotch that showed off her smooth shaven vulva and a matching bra that strained to contain her heavy tits. Once they were slipped off her plump body, Emily stretched out on the bed and spread her arms and legs to allow herself to be secured to the bed.

       

       She giggled when Charles slipped a couple of pillows under her ass to elevate her quim, making it easier to penetrate. Her eyes got big when she saw what was contained in the large purse that Marsha had brought. The blushing bride lined up a pair of vibrators, a strap-on dildo of impressive length and diameter, and some small vials of mysterious fluids. Rummaging around in the purse she also produced some wicked looking clips with tiny teeth, a pump-up dildo and a handful of heavy-walled, ribbed condoms.

       Not to be outdone, Charles produced an industrial-rated, wheeled vibrator and a bottle of oil. Emily sighed and said, " Oh I'm to be stretched good and proper tonight, and not just with cocks and dildos either." Charles smiled coldly and tweaked her nipples, making them turn to stone. When Marsha stripped to reveal her freshly shaven crotch, Emily giggled and said, " My dear, you look like a young girl. Don't tell me that you're married to a child molester. "

       Andrew grinned wolfishly and replied, " You'll pay dearly for that little remark, and by the way I've spent the entire time resting so that you'll be able to get a good dose of what I have planned for you."

       Marsha chimed in, promising Emily that she would suffer greatly for depriving the young bride of her husband's services for such an extended period of time. "They'll be no records set today or this evening, unless you are the one setting them." The tone and content of Marsha's words gave the older woman pause. Perhaps she may have overstepped the boundaries of good taste last evening. Obviously she was going to pay dearly for her miscalculation.

       Soon the wheeled vibrator was grinding a path up and down between the plump woman's cunt lips while Marsha held a small but powerful vibrator, a pocket rocket, against Emily's stiff clit, making the nubbin of flesh tremble from the intense stimulation it was getting. Meanwhile Andrew was sliding his hard cock in and out of the woman's mouth, driving it deeper down her throat with each thrust. There was no way that Emily could avoid climaxing, and she did so with a loud groan that sent erotic sensations through the young man's hard prong as it now punched its way down her throat. Her entire body went stiff, and then shuddered as the second orgasm ripped through her twitching cunt and radiated to the top of her head and made her toes curl at the same time.

       " Jolly good! Atta girl." Charles said as he forced the vibrator even further into the wet furrow that guarded his wife's cunt.

       Now Emily was given the task of orally satisfying Marsha while Andrew and her husband took turns fucking her swampy snatch into a lather of foamy cunt slime that drooled from her well-reamed quim every time they changed places. Marsha kept moving her puckered bumhole and smooth shaven cunt back and forth over Emily's face, grinding her hot flesh against the buxom woman's mouth as she had a series of intense orgasms. The men finally filled Emily's spasming cunt with their hot loads of cum and took a break.

       Emily however was given no rest. Marsha donned the strap-on and proceeded to give Emily' sore pussy a good pounding as the men urged the young wife to even greater efforts. It was Charles who suggested that Marsha avail herself of the oil he had brought out and use it to lubricate her hand. " You can go first my dear. Don't worry about my wife; she's taken much larger fists than yours in that worn out fuck hole of hers. I just know you can get all the way into her and give that old uterus a good tipping."

       While Marsha, with some direction from Charles, got her entire fist up inside Emily's cunt, Andrew fed his cock into the older woman's suctioning mouth so that she could reinvigorate it for another round of hard fucking. As the older woman sucked his cock he pondered whether to take a turn at fisting her before he fucked her again. The more he thought about it, the better the idea became. Her cunt would probably be quite loose once he finished fisting it, so instead of her tired old cunt he'd wedge his prong up her tight bunghole.

       Andrew turned around and presented his balls and asshole for Emily to kiss and lick. It also afforded him a good look at his wife who was now hitting bottom, flattening Emily's cervix with every punch. Marsha's arm was disappearing up to her elbow every time she made contact with the plump, middle-aged woman's uterus. Charles was running the wheel across his wife's clit, grinding the super sensitive nubbin flat as Emily gasped for breath. Her tongue flickered spasmodically across his sensitive balls and tickled his asshole as she neared another gigantic orgasm. Just as Marsha bottomed out inside her, Emily shuddered and rose off the bed as the onset of her climax rippled through her sweaty body. Charles grinned evilly and held the wheel to her clit and pressed down, adding to the unbelievable stimulation her shaking torso was experiencing.

       " I think the dear old thing is on the verge of a heart attack; that would be nice, don't you think? " Charles said to no one in particular as he watched his poor wife twitch and quake, her eyes bulging and her mouth gasping for air like a beached fish.

       Emily was sucking her husband's cock, trying to make him hard enough to once more drill her. The woman groaned as she felt Andrew's fist enter her sorely used quim once more. Charles began to fuck her face as Andrew's fist burrowed deeper into her loosening snatch. Marsha was amusing herself by seeing how much of the bullet vibrator she could push up Emily's bottomhole.

       Satisfied that it was as deep as she could push it, she pulled it out and coated the metal toy with some of the liquid from one of the small bottles that lined the bedstand. As the vibrator slid up her butthole, Emily stiffened and began to struggle as she felt a burning sensation inside her rectum. The tube went deeper and the fiery feeling grew stronger and stronger. Charles noticed that something was amiss because his wife began sucking frantically on his flaccid dick.

       Marsha laughed and said; " I think Emily is beginning to enjoy the Roman candle that's up her ass now. Stand back and watch what happens next." Charles pulled his cock from his wife's mouth and enjoyed the look of discomfort that crossed her pasty face.

       " Oh Charles, my arse is on fire! " the woman gasped. Andrew chuckled and rammed his fist into her cervix, making the woman turn white from the pain.

       Emily had now been retied. In this position her ankles were anchored to the bedposts just above her bound wrists totally exposing her butthole, yet still allowing easy access to her tired twat. Marsha was busily sucking on Charles while Andrew continued to fist fuck the plump woman's well-stretched snatch. He now wore a rubber glove that glistened with a mixture of Emily's cunt juices and the liquid from another of those small bottles that were lined up beside Emily's head. She tossed her head from side to side and screamed into the knickers that had been stuffed into her mouth, now taped shut. This new liquid caused her cunt to swell and itch as the young man's gloved fist pounded it into the tender flesh of her cunt. " By the time you're ready to go, she'll be super tight." Marsha commented as she took a break to catch her breath, her hand still stroking the man's semi-hard prick.

       " Tight as a drum! " exclaimed Charles as his stiff cock sank into his bound wife's dry cunt. Emily's eyes were wide and as more and more of her husband's dick split her apart, she began to wiggle her hips to accommodate the long tool that he was pushing further and further into her. His cock felt huge thanks to the magic liquid that had tightened the old tart's twat. Emily nearly swooned when her husband began to slowly fuck her super sensitive slot. To add to her pleasure, Marsha and Andrew were sucking and gnawing on her breasts and erect nipples. Emily suddenly rocketed off into a ferocious climax, her thighs trembling as she tried unsuccessfully to clamp them around her husband's body to make sure that the fantastic feelings his hard cock were producing, would not stop. Charles merely smiled and slammed his wanger into her a little harder, pacing himself so that he would last a very long time.

       When Charles took a break, leaving his hard length sunk to the roots in his wife's swollen cunt, Marsha opened still another small bottle and applied some of its contents to Emily's clit and the fleshy hood that normally protected this super sensitive button. Within seconds the bound woman began to buck her hips and toss her head while she babbled into the knickers that muffled her.

       " In a couple of minutes she's gonna have a cum that'll take the top of her head off. You want to be fucking her good and hard when that happens; you will never forget how it feels." Marsha said, patting Emily's belly affectionately. " Nor will she." The young wife added.

       Emily was completely exhausted from the titanic orgasm that had exploded deep inside her cunt and then rippled through her spasming body as her husband slammed his hard prong in and out of her tender, swollen cunt. He fought to hold back, but it was not possible. He had cum with a loud cry and then collapsed against his wife's twitching body. Now it was Andrew's turn. He had donned one of the heavy-walled condoms and then let his wife carefully pour some of the contents of the last bottle up and down the length of his sheathed penis. " This will wake the old girl up good and proper. " Marsha said with an evil grin.

       Even though she was gagged, Emily's grunts signaled that Andrew's relentless reaming of her now bone-dry bumhole was having a profound effect. The material that coated his condom was designed to shrink the mucous membranes of her shitter, and it had done its job. As his powerful prong pistoned mercilessly inside her tight, dry and oh so sore bunghole, tears filled her eyes and her grunts turned to muffled screams which brought a big smile to Marsha's face. Andrew's wife now rubbed some of the remaining irritant over Emily's floppy tits, making sure to get plenty on her rock-hard nipples. Charles joined the action and the two of them squeezed and kneaded her breasts as Andrew continued to ream out her burning butthole.

       Andrew had finally cum and the contents of his condom were emptied into Emily's mouth. The poor woman was half crazed from the brutal treatment she had received so far from the trio, and so at Charles' suggestion, she was given a break of sorts before Marsha had another turn at her with the strap-on and the inflatable dildo. The plump woman was now stretched out on her back, legs spread wide and a pillow beneath her bottom to elevate her cunt for more fun and games. Marsha was sitting on Emily's chest so that the woman could eat her quimt. " That's very good old girl, now get that tongue up my arsehole for a bit." She ordered, and Emily eagerly complied.

       Marsha resumed her furious assault on Emily's pussy, driving her stimulant soaked tool deep into the older woman's loosened cunt, actually touching bottom on a few occasions. Emily had to be gagged once more to stifle her bellows of agony when the thick length of hard rubber flattened her super-sore cervix. Even a liberal coating of the secret sex stimulant over her clit and its hood failed to produce the massive orgasms that had ripped Emily's cunt apart earlier in the evening. When Marsha finally grew bored with reaming out her helpless victim, she let Charles fist fuck his wife while she rested and prepared to give Emily a taste of the inflatable dildo. The buxom woman grunted in rhythm to the thrusts of her husband's fist against her cervix. Even if she had been of child-bearing age, there is no way she could have possibly conceived due to the way her uterus was tilted from all the fisting she had endured this evening.

       

       The pump-up dildo was anticlimactic in more ways than one. There was no way that the middle aged matron could derive any pleasure from having her cunt stretched to its limit and slightly beyond, causing a small tear in the sensitive region between her quim and arsehole. Emily had passed out when this occurred, and that effectively ended the evening's session. Marsha was very apologetic and terribly embarrassed at this gaffe. Charles was the gracious husband and assured Marsha that his wife had had a wonderful time with the young couple and they were looking forward to tomorrow evening when Charles would submit himself to the tender mercies of his wife and the young honeymooners. Emily had other ideas, as Marsha would discover when it came to her turn.

                               Chapter 3

       Poor Charles took a brutal going over from his wife and the young couple. With the help of Andrew she put her husband on the trapeze, a spreader bar that was fastened by means of a pulley to the headboard of the platform to which Charles was stretched. Using this simple device, his body could be moved into a variety of positions that gave the ladies easy access to his bumhole as well as his cock. Soon everyone was naked and the fun began. The women worked as a team, one jacking Charles' prong, while the other gave him head. Every few minutes they traded places to allow a fresh arm to be available for flogging his hard length of stiff meat. When Emily was satisfied that her husband was as hard as he could get, she produced a cock ring and tightened it to the maximum while Marsha kept a steady suctioning action on the head of his rigid member.

       " Since my dear husband seems to have so much trouble gaining an erection, this will guarantee that he will properly service us this evening." Emily announced, when she was satisfied that the cock ring could not be tightened further despite the best efforts of Andrew, who lent his male strength to the task. By then Charles was moaning from the pain radiating from his rapidly swelling sex organ. Emily made a big production  of thanking Andrew for his assistance, greedily sucking his cock until he was within a few seconds of release. Then she popped it from her mouth and gave him a wink, leaving him hanging.

       Now the women took a turn on Charles' stiff sausage, bouncing up and down on it while the other sucked his tongue and made him eat out her quim. Marsha was quite taken by the older man's technique which actually brought her off on at least one occasion during this session. Emily, always the trouble-making scamp, tried to interest Andrew in allowing her husband to rim his arsehole and lick his balls while the ladies were using his swollen purplish-colored willie. He refused, arguing that he was no faggot. Emily smiled and whispered to Marsha that her husband had a lot to learn before he was a mature lover such as her Charles, who was always up, in a metaphoric sense, for anything she might suggest. She proceeded to tell the story of how she talked Charles into once having sex with a dog in front of some friends, while he was restrained and blindfolded.

       Then Emily rubbed a fiery ointment over her husband's testicles and grinned as he reacted to a sensation akin to his balls catching fire. To stifle his cries she ground her sloppy, wet snatch against his face. They used the trapeze to gain access to his bunghole. While Charles sucked on Marsha's cunt and arsehole, his wife tried to convince a reluctant Andrew to hold a bullet vibrator in place once she had properly located it to maximize the stimulation it could provide to her husband's prostate, which by now was the size of a potato to hear her tell it. Emily went so far as to let a red-faced Andrew wear a latex glove while he held the tip of one finger against the whining adult toy.

       This obstacle overcome, she excused herself to go pee, and when she returned, Emily was wearing a pair of piss-soaked cotton underpants. " I pissed me knickers. I hope Charles can clean up the mess." Emily said with a wicked grin. The plump, mischievous woman rolled the sodden drawers down and placed them over her husband's face. " Be sure to get every drop out of them, or we'll have to do this again when Marsha pees in her knickers." Emily threatened.

       Charles' penis slowly turned a deep purple color and the cock ring had almost disappeared into his swollen sex organ. He had been sucking the pee from his wife's soaked panties for almost a half hour while the two women had taken turns using the vibrator to stimulate his prostate. It was Emily who impishly suggested that Andrew sodomize her husband. Marsha eagerly seconded her request. Andrew nearly lost his temper, and it seemed as if tonight's fun and games were about to be truncated. Marsha's face paled as she knew her husband was very reluctant to even consider anything having to do with another member of his own sex.

       Charles on the other hand was extremely sophisticated and perhaps a bit more masochistic than her husband would ever be. Emily was obviously the more aggressive of the pair, but their relationship had evidently held up extremely well despite some of the things that poor Charles had to endure in order to keep peace in the family.  Charles' wife gave Andrew a withering look that slowly turned into a smile as she came up with another way to make her husband's life just a bit more miserable. She quickly swung into action. Emily asked Andrew, in a voice dripping with sarcasm, if he would mind if she sucked him off and then transferred his cum to her husband's mouth so he could play with it for her amusement before swallowing and smacking his lips for more. The rather contrite young groom sheepishly nodded his head and with that the tension in the room was broken.

       The plumpish woman quiickly went to her knees and began shamelessly sucking the young stud's cock in front of her husband, who still was sucking on her knickers that by now were wet with his saliva and nothing more.  Meanwhile Marsha tried to apologize in her own way by working the vibrator in and out of Charles' bum, making sure to notice his reactions to where it was. Emily, her face filled with Andrew's meat, had a sparkle in her eyes that seemed to say that all was forgiven. Things got even better when Andrew's bride tried capturing the bald man's testicles one at a time and giving them a thorough coating of saliva. Then she blew on them causing the skin and its contents to cool and shrink slightly.

       Emily happily nodded her head in approval and just about then Andrew blasted a huge load of cum into her mouth. There was so much, and it had caught her by surprise, that a small portion actually exited from her nostrils while she struggled to contain the remaining part in her mouth without swallowing it. Moving more quickly than previously, she replaced the sodden knickers from her husband's mouth and substituted the huge load of warm cum, fresh from Andrew's churning testicles. She grinned at her mate, gauging just how much strength remained in his slim body, and told him to gargle with her gift and not to dare swallow as much as one drop without her permission. Charles knew the drill and he complied, much to the delight and wonderment of the young couple. Now Emily began biting his purple-black sex organ to give him a new challenge. He met it with flying colors, still gargling and then swishing the armada of wigglers filling his mouth from one cheek to the other. When at last Emily nodded her head, he slowly allowed the load of salty sperm to slide down his throat without any choking.

       Now a condom was quickly produced after the vibrator had been removed from Charles' bumhole and inserted into his mouth for cleaning. Emily impishly forced it down his gullet until he gagged. She knew he was on his last legs, and she wanted to make the most of it. The condom was soon rolled down the length of the hard plastic toy, then smeared with an ointment that would irritate the sensitive lining of Charles' anus as it was reamed. Marsha held his bum cheeks apart and watched as the sheathed vibrator began to penetrate his surprisingly tight hole. Emily's saliva soaked panties were used once more to gag Charles so that his cries would not call attention to the activities taking place in their suite.

        The pair of female fiends took turns tormenting Charles' genitals, while the sheathed vibrator buzzed away and the ointment from the condom covering it was transferred to his sensitive intestinal lining, making it feel as if it had caught fire. Emily would squeeze her husband's aching testicles until his eyes threatened to pop from their sockets. Marsha enjoyed running her sharp fingernails up and down the length of his twitching blue-black penis, leaving deep furrows in her wake. They picked up the pace, driving the hard plastic tube deeper and deeper into the poor victim's bunghole. The ointment was driving Charles out of his mind, his thin body thashing mindlessly against the bonds that held him down to the bed. Emily could not resist the temptation and so she put on a latex glove and smeared a goodly amount of the fiery ointment on her husband's swollen shaft and scrotum. When she impishly place a dollop of it on the entrance to his urethra he went insane. Emily would not allow her husband to get in the way of her fun. She carefully spread the ointment so that it completely covered the head of her husband's blue-black member.

       His eyes rolled back into his head and the poor man passed out. Marsha was still occupied with seeing just how much stimulation Charles' prostate could tolerate, and so she failed to pick up the fact that he was unconscious and doing his best to swallow the wet knickers which filled his mouth. It was Emily to the rescue, propping his mouth open so she could extricate the wet undergarment from his mouth. As it  turned out, he had already begun choking on the part of it that had begun blocking his air passageway. It was touch and go for a few anxious minutes before he began coughing and his eyes opened.  With the help of Andrew, the cock ring was removed from Charles' twitching, almost black prong.

       Once more the wet knickers were stuffed into his mouth just before he began to writhe and scream from the terrible pain caused by the blood recirculating throughout his cock. " God this is fun!" exclaimed Marsha, bringing a laugh from Emily.

       " Easy for you to say, I wonder what you'll be thinking tomorrow night when it's your turn to be the victim of love, or should I say lust, " the woman replied.

       A minute or so later, Charles underwent some kind of seizure and passed out. Fortunately for all concerned, Emily was quick to react to her husband's distress, pulling the wet drawers from his mouth just as he began to reflexively swallow them. Ice was applied to his twitching penis and after a few very nervous minutes, his eyes opened once more. Emily burst into tears at the sight of her husband's pain etched face staring at her.

       " Oh dear, we've gone beyond the pale and it's all my fault for not intervening sooner. You two must leave now so I can nurse Charles back to health. Please give me a call before noon so that we can discuss whether or not we should meet again. Right now I am none too keen for the idea," the woman said in a shrill trembling voice. A sheepish Andrew and Marsha quickly dressed and let themselves out of the couple's suite.

                       ( To be continued - jethro jodhpur )

                               

                                Freaky Honeymoon - Chapter 4

       After lengthy discussions between Emily and the young couple it was agreed that the final part of the game would be played that evening. However since Charles could not participate, a surrogate would take his place. Emily and Marsha decided that they would choose the replacement from the numerous attractive males that frequented the pool area.  Roland was invited to enjoy the company of the women due to his prominent bulge and muscular build. Marsha would regret her impetuous act once she saw Roland's cock in its erect state. Andrew's penis was well above average in both length and girth, it had been a big reason for Marsha accepting his proposal of marriage.  However, Roland was at least two inches longer and another inch larger in diameter.

       Little did she know, nor would she find out, that Emily and Charles had arranged the entire affair. It never dawned on her even as Emily and Charles took dozens and dozens of pictures of her being ravaged by this brute of a man. Andrew was no source of support during her ordeal, opting to test her limits while she was helpless to prevent anything that he chose to do to her. That evening she learned that her new husband was a very stern taskmaster; something she had to admit was enjoyable. No real woman wanted to be married to a weakling.

       Within minutes of her arrival, Marsha was naked and fastened to the trapeze, her wrists joined together and anchored to the headboard. She gasped when she got her first look at Roland's equipment. The man was huge! Emily immediately began to suck noisily on his cock to bring it to full hardness. Soon his gigantic member was burrowing into her quim without the benefit of lubrication, an extremely painful process. Her cries of pain were effectively muffled by her husband's prong, which punched against the back of her throat, and then actually started to force its way down her gullet. As she struggled for air, Roland's long, thick dick touched bottom, colliding with her cervix. It felt as if someone was punching her in the pussy, which was not far from the truth. Emily slid over and began to lick his cock as it moved in and out of Marsha's moistening cunt. The pounding of her tight twat went on for a good long time before he began to fill her sore slot with what seemed like a bucket of boiling cum.

       While Emily cleaned Roland's slimy cock of what little cunt juice Marsha had been able to generate during his assault, Andrew took over and started to give it to her with a vengeance. She was surprised at the power and speed of his strokes as they split her slit wide. Emily moved over and squatted on her face so Marsha could begin to eat her pussy, then move so she could also rim the woman's tight brown pucker. Charles took up a position besides her, and began pinching her nipples cruelly as her husband continued his assault on her loosening fuck pipe. Andrew stiffened and began dumping his semen into the mess that was her cum-filled cunt. Emily continued to grind her meaty twat and broad arse over Marsha's slime coated face. The yong newly wed gasped in pain as Charles pulled her nipples to their limit of elasticity, an evil smile wreathing his face. They were just beginning to work on their helpless victim and as the hours slowly passed, she was fucked to a fare-thee-well by cocks, dildos and fists.

       Marsha almost wet herself when her legs were raised to expose her anus. Emily donned a latex glove smeared with a mysterious material. She gradually worked her hand into Marsha's bunghole and began fisting the young woman's anal passage, saturating her anal lining with the salve that began to chafe and then burn the tender membranes that composed her rectal region. Soon Marsha felt as if some one had lit a fire inside her bumhole.  As she began to scream, a pair of urine soaked knickers, hers, were stuffed into her mouth and then held in place by tape. Charles was still amusing himself by tormenting her small, hard-nippled breasts. Her husband was now grinding her cunt flat with the wheeled vibrator, rolling it up and down her snatch from clit to base. Marsha responded by squeezing off a number of intense orgasms as her husband stimulated her love button mercilessly.

       Marsha's body stiffened as she felt Roland's thick weapon pressing against her tight, puckered arsehole. To Marsha it felt as if a large tree limb was being forced up her tender bottomhole, tearing her to shreds. She bucked and squirmed to no avail, as Roland forced more and more of his huge weapon into her stretched lower intestines. Just as she thought the top of her head was about to be blown off by the intense pressure the invader was developing in her anal region, he fully buried his shaft inside her bunghole. Then he began to draw it out partially and ram it back in, picking up the pace with every stroke. Marsha was having difficulty breathing, as she became panic stricken, fearing that the fat length of hard meat was on the verge of rupturing her arsehole. Emily urged him on, " Give it to the bitch, split her bumhole open, make her bleed!  Come on, fuck her faster, harder, deeper!"

       The newly wed's naked body was covered with a patina of sweat from fear and her efforts to escape the punishment her tired bottomhole was absorbing. Emily bounced her plump body up and down on Marsha's face, cutting off her air and burying her nose between her broad arsecheeks. Then Emily's bottom was replaced by Andrew's long hard cock, which he forced down his wife's throat, adding to her panic as her breath was cut off.  For the next few hours Marsha was tormented to her limit and well beyond. The men took turns stretching her quim and butthole, careful to avoid cuming. Emily applied various creams, ointments and liquids to Marsha's vulva, cunt and rectal area whenever the men were resting. These ingredients dried her fuck passages to the point that she was in horrible pain whenever a cock entered her and began to saw away in one of her tight, sore channels.

       To make matters worse, Emily had coated Marsha's clitoris with a salve that made it incredibly sensitive. Even blowing on her fat fleshy nubbin was enough to drive her to the brink of orgasm. The sensation caused by a pocket rocket vibrator being moved around and then over her fuck button produced orgasms that drained her of almost all energy. Marsha became a mindless piece of spasming fuckmeat as Emily and Charles teased her to orgasm after orgasm while Andrew and Roland battered her tight, tender fuck channels to pulpy masses of swollen flesh, their cocks protected by the thick-walled, knobby condoms supplied by Emily.

       The men were taking another well-earned break, but Marsha was given no rest. Charles was rubbing ice cubes over her pert, hard-nippled tits prior to shoving them up her raw, gaping bunghole. Emily was fisting the young bride's swollen cunt, punching her cervix with each stroke of her clenched, latex covered hand.

       " From the feel of it, I'd say your cervix is tilted so far over, that it would be impossible for you to get preggers for at least a couple of months, that is if Andrew doesn't give you any more fisting."

       That brought laughter from all except Marsha who was in too much pain to appreciate the joke.

Andrew decided to have his wife suck him off while he caught his second wind. As his thick cock stretched her gullet, he used her hair to move his wife's head up and down.

       " When we get back home I want you to get a boob job, no matter what you have to do to get one, so you'll look like a real woman instead of a little girl with a flat chest and hairless pussy. If need be, you can fuck my friends until there's enough money to get it done. If I catch you fooling around and giving it away for free I'll beat you bloody, understand! "

       To emphasize his words he forced his cock completely down his helpless bride's throat, cutting off her air. When he finally withdrew, Marsha's face was nearly blue.  After some very enthusiastic mouth and tit action from Emily, Roland was ready to go again. Charles had coated Marsha's vulva with an ointment that caused the flesh to swell and become extremely sensitive. Meanwhile Emily had gone to the bathroom to freshen Marsha's knickers with more of her warm, acrid piss prior to gagging the young bride with them so that her screams would be muffled once Roland began to batter her insides again.

       Emily returned and gagged the newly wed before attending to Roland's rock-hard cock. She first rolled a heavy-walled condom over his rigid rod, and then coated the latex with another salve that would irritate the lining of Marsha's cunt while she was being fucked. Finally she guided his sheathed weapon into the young woman's swollen fuck pipe, grinning at the way Marsha's eyes widened as her tight twat was penetrated.  After about ten minutes of steady punishment, Roland took a breather, keeping his hard ramrod buried deep inside Marsha's burning fuck tube. She was nearly out of her mind from the incredible pain this treatment was generating. Meanwhile Andrew's cock was being skillfully suctioned by Emily, gaining length and girth as it filled with blood.

       " You'll be ready to take over the next time Roland needs to take a break. I'm sure your wife will be delighted to know that her hot pussy will continue to get what it needs without any interruption." Emily said as she jacked his semi-hard dick with slow, strong strokes. Roland pulled out from Marsha's wet snatch and repositioned his stiff cock at the entrance to her rectum. " Oh this will be fun!" exclaimed Emily.

        It took almost an hour of steady drilling before Marsha had her first orgasm of this part of the lengthy session that was nearing three in the morning. . It was quickly followed by a series of stronger climaxes that rippled through her sweaty body as both of her holes were relentlessly reamed by Andrew and Roland. All that time Emily teased the woman mercilessly with a pocket rocket vibrator that she used to keep Marsha on the verge of cuming, stimulating her blood-bloated clitoris with practiced skill.  All good things must come to an end and so it was for Marsha, who passed out from the effects of having to squeeze off too many orgasms in too short a time. It was touch and go for a minute or so because the new bride began to swallow the piss-soaked underwear that was gagging her so effectively. Once Charles yanked them from her throat, then  Emily was free to enjoy the hot cum that Roland and Andrew hosed her with, using her fingers to scoop up the thick, salty loads that covered her heavy breasts. It was truly a night to remember for all concerned.

       About four months later Emily and Charles received a letter and some pictures from Marsha. The young, flat-chested bride had changed considerably since her freaky honeymoon experience with the Landers. She had finally earned enough for a boob job and now proudly sported a set of tits that challenged the D-cup bra that she occasionally wore.

       

       Andrew had quit his job to devote full time to managing his stable of whores which included his wife. She had developed into a huge moneymaker, working as a nude dancer/hostess at a private men's club and supplementing that income by providing certain intimate services for those club members able to adequately compensate her for those special "activities" she offered. She was also doing private nude modeling and making porno videos for her husband's new company. Her older sister, as well as one of Andrew's younger sisters, were now also part of his stable of professional "entertainers".

       

       The photos showed Marsha involved in such varied activities as making porno tapes, performing her duties as an escort and massage therapist plus modeling in the nude or showing fetish wear produced by another arm of her husband's empire of adult entertainment. Charles and Emily were delighted to see from these pictures that the young wife had expanded her sexual horizons to include women as well as men. Emily had a good chuckle over the photo showing Marsha and a decidedly young-looking "up and cummer" named Ruby, doing some very original things to each other. It seems Ruby has also won over Andrew who is spending much of his spare time "educating" her in the ways of the world, with Marsha's blessings, she was quick to add.

       

       They were also intrigued by Marsha's offer to arrange a meeting between them and some of her new associates in the sex industry; strictly complimentary of course, she assured them. Between now and then, a great deal had happened. Both of them had significantly broadened their outlook on sex in all its myriad forms. Both were experimenting to discover their limits, but somehow still remaining closely bonded as man and wife. Some of their adventures and escapades will be described in the chapters that follow.

                                                             ( To be continued - jethro jodhpur )

                               Freaky Honeymoon - Chapter 05

       There was no doubt that their meeting with the Landers had changed their way of thinking about their future. The sex had been marvelous and it continued when they returned to their small town outside of London. Marsha immediately started agitating for a new set of tits, claiming that her husband paid considerable attention to the set that Emily proudly displayed during the incredible sex orgies the quartet had during that fantastic week. Naturally she used her feminine wiles, giving Andrew as much sex as he could handle and doing her best to make it top drawer as well.

       Her blowjobs became more and more sophisticated as she put her mind to what she was doing. Now he could lie there and stare at the ceiling while his hot-holed wife sucked, licked and kissed his hard prong for fifteen to twenty minutes before allowing his churning testicles to release their load of sperm that she eagerly suctioned up and swallowed with relish. That was merely the overture to what followed next. Andrew found it amazing that his relatively shy wife was now offering her tight asshole for his enjoyment on a nightly basis. Married life could not be any better as far as the young  groom was concerned.

       It took her a few weeks to finally bring up the idea of getting a boob job. Naturally he argued rightly that something like that was way too costly for the newlyweds to consider. Marsha countered with the idea of working as a part-time lady of the evening as well as servicing his friends on the weekends at a discount from her rates as a prostitute. She reminded her husband of what he had said about her lack of tits while they were with the Landers, and his desire that she turn pro to get the money necessary for a decent boob job. This did not sit well with her husband who was getting quite comfortable with the hot sex he was getting every evening with extra helpings on the weekends. That was when his wife played her hole card.

       It seemed that at work there was an older gentleman who had taken an interest in her. He was a widower, and held a relatively important position with the company for which she worked. If Andrew gave her his permission, she was confident that this man could be the source of income that would enable her to consider getting a breast augmentation. He was stunned and angry at the prospect of his wife becoming a prostitute, even if she only had one customer, and was most outspoken about it. For the next two weeks he didn't get so much as a sniff of that hot pussy or tight arsehole she had offered daily before their argument.

       To Andrew it boiled down to "What's good for the goose is good for the gander." He started foraging at his place of employment and struck up a budding relationship with a plump, thirtish type, divorced with a teenage daughter who was fourteen. Angie was only too happy to spread herself for this handsome, just-married stud with a big cock that filled her empty quim to its limit.  However what made Andrew come back for more wasn't the mother, rather it was Ruby, her daughter.

       The teen seemed to always be around while he and Angie did the nasty in her tiny bedroom. What brought things to a head was one evening he and Angie were taking a break in the sitting room; the weather being rather unseasonably warm. While they relaxed and watched the telly, she started stroking his cock back to life and feeding him some of her sagging set of 37Ds. Then in should walk Ruby, wearing only a pair of knickers with a sheer crotch that showed off her fat cunt lips. Caught in the act, they had no place to hide. The teen simpered, patted her pussy and gave Andrew a salacious wink before turning around and wiggling from the room, giving him a good view of her pert, apple-shaped bottom. That started things, which didn't become full blown for another month or so.

       Marsha was doing her best to spite her husband. When cutting him off didn't work, she took up with Mr. Featherstone, who had kept his distance but continued to give her gentle hints that he would enjoy a relationship of sorts with her. At first he reminded her of Charles Landers, but rather quickly he exposed another side that took her breath away. Having sex for money with this older man was fine with her. He paid well at first for rather pedestrian sex. To be candid their activities were nothing to write home about, and just served to remind her that Andrew was a great catch that she was letting escape out of mostly hurt feelings. To add to the situation, the twenty quid a pop wasn't early enough to let her consider having her boobs fixed.

       Then one evening while she was giving him a lengthy blowjob instead of their usual shagging, he made her an interesting proposition. If she agreed to allow him to give her a sound spanking while in the buff, he would pay her an additional thirty quid. At first she thought to reject this offer out of hand; what did he think her to be? Then she reconsidered the offer and decided it was a way to get a bit closer to her goal. Later that night, after she swallowed his cum, which was considerable in comparison to what he usually delivered, she allowed him to have his way with her bottom.

       It had been many years since she was over the knee of anyone, and never in a state of total nudity. It was a spanking to remember for many reasons. Mr. Featherstone knew his craft well, and each blow with his open hand was delivered with authority. After only ten swats she was in tears from the shame and pain. It was then that he massaged her burning bottom and to her amazement she found herself becoming rather wet. He had a magic touch, gradually the stinging turned into a warm glow of something akin to satisfaction. The next ten swats made her become extremely wet. In fact she was embarrassed at the realization that her quim was overflowing and likely would require that his trousers be cleaned by a professional afterward.

       This time when his strong hand began massaging her swollen bottom she groaned and had an accident, losing control of her bladder and peeing all over his lap. He chuckled and pinched her sore bottom, making her gasp from the pain of this unexpected assault. Marsha was mortified and began crying. He never stopped rubbing her reddened cheeks until she regained her composure somewhat. It was then that she felt his fingers invading her soaking wet quim and once more she turned on the tears. However, it didn't take more than a minute before she was writhing in ecstasy. Those magic hands also had magic fingers and they were quickly bringing her to an orgasm. For a moment, she resisted out of propriety, then let herself go.

       Marsha hadn't had any decent sex in weeks thanks to her difficulties with Andrew. Now she made a silent vow to make sure she and her husband made up their differences and went on as a couple. Even as she decided, Marsha began hedging about her continued relationship with Mr. Featherstone. This one was too good to let get away from her. Not only would he be a source of significant funds, he also had the capability of making her have the kind of orgasms that perhaps Andrew was not yet capable of providing her. Her client's voice brought her back from her dreaming. He was asking her to stand up so he could remove his trousers which by now were soaked through and through.

       Marsha had no idea what to expect. Would he thrash her to within an inch of her life, give her the  sack, or make the job at the company a living hell? Instead he stood up and removed his trousers, revealing an erection that was tenting his underpants. Now that was something she might be capable of handling. Then her heart sank when she looked down at the stained rug. How could she make up for that? Before any  words could be spoken, he smiled wryly.

       " My dear wife sometimes was afflicted by the same malady that you displayed. That's why that old remnant of carpet is located where it is. Tonight it paid a grand dividend, don't you think? "

       All Marsha could do was nod her head. There was so much going on that she felt dizzy. He pointed to his groin and she misinterpreted his intention. She would do anything he wished, no matter what it might be. Had he been able to read her mind, she would have found herself upstairs in the master bathroom taking a golden shower as she lay in the bathtub, her eyes focused on his cock as it painted a stream of yellow over her small tits and then moved downward to splatter against her pubic mound.

       Instead Marsha went back over his lap with his erection poking up into her pubic mound.  The last ten swats were delivered with a great deal of enthusiasm, and unlike the other two sets, this one took seemingly forever. Not that she was complaining, far from it. Every one or two swats and his hand would begin rubbing and kneading the firm flesh of her bottom, exciting her no end. To her utter and absolute astonishment, she had another orgasm at the end of the eighth swat. By then his lap was soaked with her pussy juices and neither of them were concerned at the mess they were making.

       To finish off their evening's tryst he made Marsha bend at the waist and support her weight by placing her hands on the seat of the chair that he had used for her spanking. It was sticky with her juices, and for some odd reason that excited her. What excited her even more was the feeling of his stiff rod moving up and down her slit, causing it to drip once again. She had never been this wet ever, not even at the height of their games with the Landers.

       When that hard length began pushing back the tissue guarding her cunt, she shuddered and her entire body shivered for a brief moment. His cock took its time entering and she felt anxious for the fucking to begin. She so wanted to feel that hard cock moving back and forth inside her hot, wet channel. He took his time, savoring the moment, then began picking up the pace and the force with which he skewered her. That was all she needed to have another orgasm, her third of the session. At that point, she was his slave, now and forever.

       Andrew's little trysts with Ruby's mother were rather static. The sex was frequent but almost perfunctory. Angie seemed to think things were fine, but in reality the only attraction was the possibility that Ruby might make an appearance, once again displaying her physical attributes. Angie was no fool, she realized that his interest in her daugher was quite strong. Soon she took to telling him about her daughter's various and sundry escapades. That kept his interest and he did his best to scratch her itches in exchange for the randy stories she told him concerning her wayward daughter. Angie made no bones about the fact that Ruby was peddling her quim to the punters that hung around the local pub.

       One night she gave him a special treat, a surprise visit to the pub Ruby was working.They stood in the shadows and watched the girl soliciting her customers and being taken away in their cars. That excited Andrew to the point that he let Angie wank him off as they waited anxiously for her to return from one of her "dates". He knew that it was going to be impossible to continue this relationship under these circumstances. Then something happened that gave him an opportunty to get Ruby under his thumb.

                       ( To be continued - jethro jodhpur )

       

                                   Freaky Honeymoon - Chapter 06

       It was a blissfully happy Marsha who went home to make peace with her husband, only to discover that he wasn't home. That hit her hard. Had he found someone to replace her already?  The brunette settled down, had a cup of tea and waited patiently for him to return from wherever he was. Marsha fell asleep and it was pitch dark when Andrew roused her from sleep. He had been listening to some of Angie's tales about her sex-mad daughter, and when the teen finally arrived back from her nightly trolling for cock, he was waiting for her.

       Ruby put up quite a struggle, cursing and swearing when she wasn't threatening to go to the authorities and have him arrested for raping her. That only made him more angry and so in a rage he tore off her clothing, such as it was, and with the help of Angie they managed to tie her hands behind her back and gag her with her own knickers. Then the naked teen tramp went over his knee for a spanking that she'd long remember.

       He pounded her apple-shaped butt until it was crimson and swollen, despite her kicking legs that nearly caused him serious harm. There was still plenty of fight left in her and so at the suggestion of her mother he carried the struggling teen into the bathroom and began dunking her head into the toilet bowl, holding her under until she passed out. Meanwhile Angie was filling the tub with cold water. Ruby came around and began fighting furiously, kicking out at Andrew until he swatted her across the tits a couple of times to calm her down. Then back into the bowl she went, this time well beyond the time it took for her to stop struggling. She was cold and barely breathing when Angie announced that the bath was ready for her.

       The teen went under without any trouble at all. Then she must have inhaled a lungful of water and she started fighting like fury, fearful that she was about to be drowned. Andrew didn't help her cause by grabbing Ruby by the throat and choking her as she swallowed water by the pint and filled her lungs to almost their capacity as well. Finally he dragged her cold, senseless body from the tub and bent her over the edge to force some of the water from her lungs and stomach. She coughed up streams of water and snot, but remained unconscious. Then her body began shivering and for a time it appeared she was having a seizure. Then just as suddenly as it started, it stopped and she opened her eyes and stared fixedly at Andrew.

       The young, unhappily, married man suddenly realized that all the troubles he was having with his equally young and very inexperienced wife revolved around their jobs which would never be able to provide them the kind of life to which they aspired. Yet, here in this tiny bathroom was a partial solution, young Ruby. In her own way she too aspired to escape from the life into which she had been born. What if he took over as her manager? Could it make things worse, not likely! Add his wife and a few others he could convince to join his stable of whores and he had the makings of a growing enterprise, if he knew what he was doing. The teenage whore was shocked when he grabbed her and gave Ruby a big wet kiss on the lips. All Angie could do was shake her head.

       It had been a night for spankings and it wasn't over yet. Marsha tearfully confessed that she had been spanked rather severely by Mr. Featherstone and loved it. When she casually mentioned that he made her have three orgasms, Andrew lost his temper and put her over his knee, discovering his bride wasn't wearing any knickers. What he lacked in style he made up for with energy and enthusiasm. Marsha did her best to urge him to match what she'd experienced earlier this night, but it was not to be. Still in all, it was a good start, and she made him promise to give her his all when he returned from work today. He teased her by saying that he might be late since he and Angie were probably going to have a nice shag over at her place before he came home. Marsha heaved a sigh and promised she'd still be waiting for her shagging and a good sound spanking before and perhaps afterwards as well.

       The following evening Marsha, fresh from the shower as well as carefully douched waited for Andrew's return. He didn't return until well past nine, to be greeted like a conquering hero by his repentent wife. He, on the other hand, looked like the cat that swallowed the canary. To be more accurate, he had just finished boffing not only Angie, but her daughter as well. His waiting wife took one sniff and began to cry, having picked up the stink of cunt saturating his every pore. Her response didn't bring any apologies, but instead his wrath. Off came her best negligee, in a number of pieces, along with her knickers; the ones she wore on the first night of their honeymoon.

       The next thing she knew Marsha was on her knees with his strong hands holding her head steady as his semi-hard cock thrust deep down her gullet, choking her to the point that she blew snot bubbles from her nostrils. Part of her was terrified, but another portion was excited to the point that her quim began to weep. Andrew was too busy punishing his wife for her impertinence that he barely noticed her growing sexual excitement. It was when he decided she needed something up her arse to make her understand who was boss in this household, that it became apparent she was eager for him to have her in any way he wished.

       Andrew suddenly felt the need to relieve himself, his bedmates had plied him with plenty of beer when he wasn't pronging them. He dragged his small breasted wife with him into the bathroom where he peed what seemed like a litre of used beer into the toilet while she watched and played with herself to let him know she was in the mood for anything he wanted. When he finished, he made her kneel and suck his cock to remove any drops of piss that remained on its surface. Then she was frog marched into their bedroom, flung onto the bed and attacked by her still angry husband.

       The small bed creaked in rhythm to the thrusts Andrew delivered to his wife's wet cunt. She did her best to try to keep up with him. He paid her no attention, his face a mask, betraying no emotions. The constant pounding her pussy was taking made Marsha shiver with a combination of pleasure and fear. What kind of a man could have had sex with two women prior to her and still possess this kind of energy? She knew she was going to be sore tomorrow, very sore if what he was doing lasted much longer. To her amazement he continued this assault until she felt her insides were about to burst. She wasn't even sure when he finally ejaculated deep within her spasmodic cunt. He raised himself up on his arms and looked down on her, his sweat dripping onto her heaving chest. For the first time since he arrived, he smiled.

       "You have nothing to worry about when it comes to being good in the sack. The Landers sure did  both of us a big favor in taking us under their wing, so to speak. I sure hope we have a chance in the future to pay them back with interest. Now let me tell you about this young whore in training I fucked this evening. She's fouteen, has a good set of tits and loves to screw, especially if she gets paid. Her mom, who I also fucked tonight, has agreed to sell her to me for a cut of the action. Ruby and I have come to an agreement that I'll take care of her in exchange for fifty percent of her earnings plus pussy whenever it suits my fancy."

       " That doesn't mean you aren't included in my grand plan as well. I want you to be hooking starting this weekend. I'll probably team you with Ruby to see how things go for a time. Oh, by the way I'll be bringing Ruby over tomorrow evening so you two have a chance to get to know each other. Your spanking will have to wait until tomorrow night, probably close to midnight, maybe later depending how well you and Ruby hit it off. I want you two to do some girl-girl while I take some photographs. If I can get my hands on a video camera I'll shoot some tape of you two as well."

       For some odd reason the prospect of having sex with a stranger, a young girl to be more precise, didn't disturb her too much. Her husband seemed to have his act together and was brimming with confidence. So what if he shagged two other females tonight? That was just business. He was still reserving his serious fucking for her cunt exclusively, at least she tried to make herself believe that. Marsha wondered what her competition looked like. Did she have better boobs? That was fairly obvious based on Andrew's glowing description of the teenager. Was she prettier, better in the sack? If she was already hooking, did she know as much or perhaps even more when it came to doing things in the sack? Would they hit it off? Did she have enough to perhaps move her out of the number one hooker's job?

       For half the night it seems Marsha tossed and turned wondering about who this new girl was. Once Andrew even shook her by the shoulder to tell her she was keeping him awake and if it didn't stop, he was kicking her out to sleep in the kitchen without any blanket either. She bit her tongue, rather than run the risk of having him give her a few good swats across the face and then kicking her ass out of bed as well. The last thing she wanted was to have to explain why she was limping around the office holding her side, taking short breaths to ease the pain from the ribs where he hit her a good shot for making noise after he warned her.

       Morning was upon them before they were ready, but off to work they went, yawning and in the case of Marsha, without showering. Mr. Featherstone noticed her aroma immediately and casually observed that she deserved a good paddling for such behavior, suggesting a visit to his place after work was in order. Knowing that the chances of Andrew being home much before midnight were remote,she agreed to his invitation to shower at his place after he gave her a good walloping once he was done shagging her senseless. Naturally there would be at least fifty quid involved, more if she would be willing to share some of his bodily fluids before showering. Marsha was still not sophisticated enough to understand what sharing boldily fluids meant exactly, but she would soon learn.

       After work she walked as usual to the bus stop and waited for Mr. Featherstone to come by and offer her a lift to his place. On the way over she opened his trousers and wanked him for a time until his breath became at bit ragged. Then she leaned over and went down on his member, sucking it carefully so it was ready, but not in any danger of erupting unless it was his desire. He parked the vehicle in the garage and they kissed and fooled around a bit until he ordered her from the car. She yelped when he playfully pinched her bottom and then slapped her fanny, as they entered his home.

       Marsha was pleasantly surprised when he offered her a drink. That calmed her down considerably and gave her a warm feeling that tonight was going to be very special for a number of reasons. She wasn't concerned when Mr. Featherstone asked her to undress and lean over the table in his dining room. However when her employer produced a set of leather straps that he used to anchor her legs to the  table so that her quim was more than just a little exposed, she began to have mixed feelings about this session. Marsha made a half-hearted effort to avoid having her wrists joined together with another strip of leather and anchored to the underside of the table. When his hand began rubbing her bottom, she relaxed somewhat, remembering the sensation that this had caused the last time.

       She heard the sound of a chair being drawn up behind her. This was followed by his strong hands prying her cunt lips apart. Marsha once again became a bit agitated until she felt his tongue begin to explore her vulnerable quim, moving first over her outer lips and then probing deeper to lick the inner set as well. This was more like it, she thought. This is something I could have done to me all night. She made a mental note to make sure that Andrew learned all about this one when they had their own private sex sessions.

        Simultaneously she felt and heard the crack of his heavy hand across her bottom. It stung, but he quickly followed it with a few moments of kneading and rubbing the affected area. Another slap followed and this one really smarted, worse still there was no follow up massage. Instead she received a third slap that flattened her bumcheeks and brought tears to her eyes. This was not going as well as she hoped, and it would get much worse rather quickly.

                       ( To be continued - jethro jodhpur )

                               Freaky Honeymoon - Chapter 07

       Marsha blinked back the tears as Mr. Featherstone landed two more swift slaps to her poor bum. Then he pinched her cheeks while at the same time his knowing fingers explored her damp interior. "Not as wet as the last time, wonder why? Has the thrill begun to dissipate so quickly? How sad if true."

       He began massaging her bum once more before landing another series of sharp blows that brought gasps and tears from his victim. Similar thoughts were flashing through Marsha's head as well. Right now the last thing she needed was her best and only customer preparing to cut her loose. Something had to be done and done quickly. That's when she brought up the matter of her boob job, which saved the day and then some.

       Mr. Featherstone was silent for a long minute or two, leaving Marsha hanging between heaven and hell, so to speak. The only good sign she got was the occasional pinch of her behind followed by a brief rubbing of the affected area. Then he began to talk about his wife, Jessica, and Marsha saw the door to her future opening wide. There was a great deal of him that she certainly had no idea existed. It seems he and Jessica married when they finished college and once she discovered that  bearing children was impossible, they opted for the swinging life. For over ten years they led this secret life while he very slowly made his way up the corporate ladder.

        Jessica had a superb figure featuring a set of tits that were a perfect 36D. He worshipped those mounds of  firm flesh, and enjoyed lending his sexy wife out to persons well connected in industry that might be able at some time in the future to give him a leg up. During this period he teased Jessica unmercifully, calling her a whore who was merely interested in partners with big prongs. That's when they got into discipline, and quickly gravitated to corporal punishment, with the emphasis on spanking. For months at a time her bottom was covered with at first hand prints, then graduated to welts from his strap that criss-crossed her spectacular bum. On occasion his strap would even find its way to her tender inner thighs and finally her magnificent and well used quim. Life could not get any better for them.

       Their modest home was a magnet for swingers because of the show Jessica and he would present perhaps once every six weeks or so. Jessica would be bound to this very table in almost the same way as Marsha was. The male guests would be invited to use his wife sexually, their choice of her mouth, quim or bumhole. Their partners would then suck the cum from wherever it had been deposited, mostly in Jessica's dripping cunt, and feed it to her, mouth to mouth as the audience watched and applauded. Then it would be his turn to discipline his "faithless" wife with his hand, paddle or strap. On most occasions Jessica might handle as many as ten men, which translated to an equal number of spankings or worse, depending upon what she allowed to be done to her person.

       For the grand finale, his wanton wife would be marched upstairs to their large master bathroom for further degradation, upon which she semed to thrive. Jessica would climb into the huge custom built tub, her hands bound behind her back, then kneel, her head barely clearing the tub sides. Usually two men would occupy the space on each side and they would proceed to drench her head and face with powerful streams of strong piss. She would make no effort to avoid the acrid waste products that rained down on her. In fact she would open her mouth and actually try to capture and swallow her prize. Others would stand on foot stools and coat her big tits with their offerings. Midway through this ordeal they'd make her lie flat on her back and have as many as four men and women urinating on her body. Of course the tub stopper would be in place and by the time everyone was finished, she'd be in piss up to her armpits, her bare body glistening from the golden showers she had received.

       After he had seen his guests out, wishing them safe passage through the usual fog that rolled in most evenings, he'd return to his wife. He'd assist her as she showered and cleansed herself. Then it would be his turn to take her in every hole and it would be perhaps an hour or longer before he deposited some of his sperm in each of her receptacles. All this changed when her doctor noticed a small lump in one of her magnificent tits. At first there was confidence that it could be easily excised without much damage to the breast itself. He contracted with an excellent plastic surgeon to handle the details of her breast reconstruction. That was when the second nodule was discovered. This one was not treatable and his darling life partner passed away less than a year later. That was twelve years ago.  It was only very recently that he started recovering from this terrible blow, and that was the reason for his initial relationship with Marsha.

       There was a great deal to Mr. Featherstone, and to her he represented a way to achieve all her immediate goals. There still was the matter of Andrew, but she was not about to sacrifice a golden opportunity so that his needs and objectives could be met at her expense. There would either be a partnership, or she'd look elsewhere. Marsha had begun the process of becoming an adult. So there, naked and helpless in his home, Marsha decided to give this powerful and very quirky individual everything his heart desired in exchange for a boob job. It was that simple, she would become his personal prostitute. Marsha felt confident that she could handle his needs based on what she had learned tonight. Now it was up to her to suggest an arrangement that would be beneficial for both of them.

       She wiggled her bum as much as her bonds would allow and purred to him that he needed to look no further for the kind of sex partner that he wanted these days. She was young, but not totally inexperienced and could provide the needs that he so articulately described to her. Marsha offered her body in exchange for his help in getting her a breast augmentation. He replied by slapping her across the bottom and then giving it a pinch and a brisk rubbing. She began to realize that the rubbing was some kind of a nervous reaction on his part to what he was doing to her. He was not as dominant as she had first thought, but nevertheless, he was to be respected at all times.

       Marsha took a deep breath and suggested that Mr. Featherstone might enjoy using her bumhole as her gift to him for his help in the future. He chuckled and claimed she was a mind reader and he better take care of his thoughts concerning her in the future. She felt his hands parting her cheeks and she did her best to relax so that his entry would be as painless as possible. Then to her surprise she felt his tongue licking her tight pucker and the sensation was almost magical as far as calming her down. Some time later something much larger replaced his probing tongue. It made a slow entry, but still Marsha felt as if she was being invaded by a large tree limb.

       Mr. Featherstone proved to be a very knowledgable lover and soon his member had filled her completely with a minimum of discomfort. Poor Andrew was not in this older gentleman's league, but she was determined to train him until he was. Her new master took his own sweet time before speeding up and grunting as he filled her bowels with his hot cum. She felt a few drops of his perspiration hitting her back and she was happy that she had excited him enough to work up a sweat. Now she wondered what was next. She didn't have long to wait.

       This spanking was unlike any other, much stronger and definitely much more enthusiastic. His hands slapped her butt, alternating from one cheek to the other. The number of swats he delivered in this first salvo was well above ten. The massage afterward was heavenly; his hands moved from her stinging bum to her dripping quim. This time he laughed and observed that she seemed much more atuned to what he had given her this time, and vowed to remember that in the future. He continued her spankng and this time moved down to the backs of her thighs, virgin territory so to speak. These spanks were decidedly painful, but their number much reduced. The massage that followed featured an excursion into her juicing quim and his fingers made her turn to mush. Once again he pounded her blazing bottom to a fare-thee-well, and to her amazement, she squeezed off a strong orgasm that also surprised and delighted her new lover. Things could not have gone any better than this, and there was more to come in more ways than one.

       He freed her from her bonds just along enough to tie her hands behind her back. He squeezed her nipples until she blinked back tears. He pulled them until she felt that one more yank and they might separate from her crepe-like tits. He sighed and said:

       " I love your nipples, they are so pliant. It's a shame they are attached to such smallish milkers. I guess I'll have to contact the surgeon that was to work on reshaping Jessica's mounds. I wonder what he'll need in the way of finances to take on augmenting your tiny tits. Perhaps he'll allow you to trade "servicing" on your part, for his services, but I think not entirely. We shall see."

       After planting a few loud kisses directly on her stiff nipples, he slapped her fanny and urged her to climb the stairs that led to his bedroom and the master bathroom. Marsha was sure the bathroom was her first destination, but she wasn't so sure exactly what would transpire once they got there. She allowed him to steer her using his fingers in her pussy. The techique worked wonders for both of them, and the next thing she knew, he had her on her knees taking his semi-hard cock deep into her mouth. Once it gained more stiffness it started to venture down her throat, but with less force then he could have applied. Marsha liked his concern for her own well-being; this one was definitely worth cultivating.

       It didn't take long before Marsha was bent over the edge of the tub, the very same tub where his wife so often took her golden showers. Marsha started thinking about how she'd react the first time her new lover inundated her with his acrid piss. Would she flinch or turn away? Did she have the courage to open her mouth and ingest some of this golden shower? These questions raced through her mind as he began drilling out her wet quim, now much wetter than it had been previously. He also noticed the change and gave her a few affectionate love taps as he reamed her out to the maximum, hips moving to make his throbbing member stretch her insides almost to the point of pain. Marsha had found a rare one indeed, a man who knew his business when it came to satifying a woman and one who was confident enough to normally avoid giving her pain for his pleasure.

       Twice he stopped to let her freshen his prong with her warm, wet mouth so he could continue. When  he finally loosed his second load of hot cum deep inside her quivering cunt, Marsha was perhaps a few minutes away from her second orgasm of the evening. He said nothing to acknowledge whether he knew just how close she had been to another outburst. Marsha wrote that off to his unfamiliarity with her signs forecasting such activities as an impending orgasm. She was confident that with time, this would not be a problem, then corrected herself. He was a client, not her husband! She should be silent and enjoy whatever she could get from anything they did as partners.

       Minutes later she faced another obstacle, taking a golden shower at almost point blank range. He had her kneeling inside the large shower stall, facing outwards to where he stood, readying himself to drench her with his golden offering. She had little time to prepare before his rather powerful stream started coating her face and then worked down to splash against her tits. She could not bring herself to swallowing any of this deluge, but there would be plenty of other opportunities to press forward on this issue. He broke her reverie by observing that perhaps his golden shower might encourage her tits to grow larger,which would make him a happy man. She joined in, laughing at his wit and silently praying that by some miracle, this plastic surgeon Mr. Featherstone knew might be her savior when it came to the matter of increasing her bustline substantially.

       Half an hour later he was driving her back to her apartment, making small talk as they drove through the gathering fog. To her surprise and dismay there were lights on in her place, meaning that Andrew and his little discovery had arrived before her. There would be hell to pay if they had been waiting for any length of time. She thanked him for a wonderful time and made sure he knew she was thrilled with their arrangement. With that he drove off and she raced up the stairs to find out if she was in any kind of trouble.

                       ( To be continued - jethro jodhpur )

                               Freaky Honeymoon - Chapter 8

       Marsha started fumbling with her keys when Andrew's voice told her the door was open and they were in the bedroom. "They were in the bedroom indeed!" she thought to herself. Then her heart sank as she imagined the sight that would present itself, and it was all her fault for not being here when they arrived. Almost like a prisoner about to be hung she entered and walked slowly toward their bedroom. What greeted her eyes was even worse than she had imagined.

       She had to blink her eyes a couple of times to make sure of what she saw. The room was brightly lit, so bright that she had some difficulty picking out at first just who was who. Andrew was stretched out on their bed, his arms folded behind his head and a big silly grin on his face. A rather nondescript, naked woman in her late thirties, perhaps older, was sucking her husband's cock, while standing beside them with a handheld camera was an equally naked, auburn-haired teenager shooting the activity.

       Marsha quickly realized that the shooter had to be Ruby, the fourteen-year-old prostitute in training that had excited her husband as a business proposition, so he claimed! She had no clue as to who it was performing fellatio on her husband, who seemed to be enjoying it no end. Marsha was absolutely floored, unable to utter a word, her body growing tense and her features hardening with shock and anger. Andrew seemed oblivious to her reaction, speaking softly to the woman sucking his cock and directing the girl to try another angle to show more of his cock sliding in and out of her mouth.

       When Marsha spoke at last, her words seemed so totally inappropriate that it made everyone laugh. She looked at her husband, sighed and told him that the lipstick on the woman sucking him off was smeared rather badly and made her look almost clownish. When the trio stopped chuckling Andrew signaled the teenager, who shut off the camera and the bright light attached to it, returning the room to something akin to its normal state. That is, except for the woman performing the sex act on Marsha's husband.

       Andrew continued to keep her off balance, inquiring if she had been with a client. That caught her by surprise and it took her the better part of a minute before the flustered woman was able to nod her head and state that she had wonderful news for him on the subject of her breast augmentation. That brought a smirk followed by a snigger from Ruby who took a deep breath to emphasize her rather impressive early development. Poor Marsha was once more in a dither and wished fervently that she were back with Mr. Featherstone, even if that meant swallowing another bladder's worth of his pee.

       Being chastised by one's husband before an audience of strange females, one of whom was sucking his cock, was the depths of humiliation for any wife, even Marsha. However she just stood there and took it as he lectured her as if she was some ignorant woman who was unable to tell what time it was, and had caused a great inconvenience for his "associates". The fact that he would refer to these slatterns in such exalted terms only added to her misery. Things went from bad to worst when he ordered her to get undressed and prepare to be taped with the teenager. It was only then that he got around to introducing Ruby, and her mother, Angie. They both were now part of his stable of whores that also included her, his wife. She was utterly humiliated.

       She was extremely slow in responding to his order to disrobe. This resulted in more humiliation as well as pain. There were stifled giggles from the mother and daughter when she removed her knickers to reveal the results of the spanking she had taken from Mr. Featherstone. She felt her face grow hot  with embarrassment as Andrew made her turn slowly to give everyone a good view of her hand imprinted bottom. Angie ventured an opinion that she had been less than professional with her punter and he had taken appropriate action to chastise her. That remark brought laughter from the girl and  Andrew. The next thing she knew, Marsha was bent over at the waist, her arms sinking into the mattress that provided support for her body. Ruby observed loudly that her tits were so small that they wouldn't even hang from her chest in this position. That brought another round of laughter from the trio and brought tears to Marsha's eyes.

       She knew she had reached bottom when the teenager began taping her husband using his strap on her already well spanked bottom. Unlike her older lover, he didn't stop to massage her blistered backside, but just continued to lay the leather to that crimson set of cheeks as she wailed and sobbed, all the while having this degrading situation recorded for whomever might be amused to watch it. She could go no lower, at least that is what she thought. Then she heard her husband ordering Angie to get on the bed and spread her legs so she could lick and suck the woman's hairy pussy. By now she was without any feelings of shame, totally defeated by her circumstances and the anger of her husband, who took the opportunity to lay another few welts to her swollen bum.

       For the next hour or so, Andrew had her perform one degrading act after another as his two lady friends took turns with the camera, recording every disgusting thing that she did with and to them. Angie's quim proved to be unwashed and worse still, filled with cum, Andrew's she was told. From the amount she managed to bring out on her tongue, her husband must have done her a number of times before Marsha's arrival. When it came Ruby's turn, she discovered even more of that salty fluid, but much of it belonged to the teen's customers that she had taken on prior to joining Andrew and Angie at their apartment. Andrew made sure that  his prong, buried between her welted bum cheeks, was shown prominently. Perhaps those portions where she was sucking cum from her partner's cunt while Andrew's hard cock was sliding in and out of her bunghole were the ones she remembered with the most shame.

       When he ordered her to join Ruby in a sixty-nine pose, Marsha was mortified and nearly refused, until he let her have a dose of the strap across her small tits. Those blows hurt like fury and she collapsed in pain, sobbing hysterically. That lasted until Andrew grabbed her by the hair and threatened to gag and give her a serious beating for being such trouble. From that time on, she did as he commanded, just being thankful that he didn't have a dog waiting somewhere else in the apartment to couple with her while his new friends watched and taped the action, urging trhe animal to do her harder and deeper. Marsha would never forget the lesson she received that night. It also settled the matter of who was to be the dominant one in this relationship.

       It was an exhausted and totally dominated Marsha who watched  Angie and Ruby leave the apartment with Andrew. He had warned her that he expected her to be home at the normal time tomorrow, and he'd be over later to discuss her role in his new organization. He also made her hand over the money she had received from her client, which brought Marsha almost to tears. She had nothing to show for all her efforts. How was she ever going to accumulate enough money to have that boob job that was now an absolute necessity? There was no way she was going to compete with Angie and her daughter at the rate she was going. Even though she was physically wasted, she took a shower to rid herself of the stink of those two predators who were stealing her husband away from her.

       By some miracle Marsha dragged herself from bed and made it to work on time. She sleepwalked through the day, managing not to screw up too badly. Mr. Featherstone was not anywhere to be seen, probably busy with whatever arcane things he did, which was good as far as she was concerned. Marsha began getting a funny feeling in the pit of her stomach as closing time came round. She got home, hopped into the shower and afterward put on something sexy in hopes that Andrew would want her body when he got back from work. Her appetite was still poor; all she'd had to date was a few cups of tea and a small meal for lunch. She couldn't even  remember what it was. Time passed slowly as she sat in front of the telly trying to focus on the news and after that the game show. Her level of anxiety rose with each passing hour.

       Marsha drifted off to sleep and soon found herself in a bizarre situation. She was stark naked with her arms held straight up. She was in this huge tiled bathroom that featured a sunken tub set at least two meters deep and a glass-lined shower stall that could easily hold at least three people. Her huge tits, so heavy that they forced her to bend slightly forward to redistribute their weight, had silver spiders pinching her swollen nipples and thick elastic bands looped around the base of each tit. It was cold in this large room, making her  shiver. Then the door to the bathroom opened and in walked Andrew, Mr. Featherstone, Angie and Ruby.

       Her husband had a sullen look on his handsome face, holding in his hand a thick whip, the kind used by cowboys in the American Westerns she used to enjoy watching when she was a child. Mr. Featherstone glared at her and mouthed a few obscenities before showing her the rattan cane he carried. A naked Angie walked up to her and slapped her across the face a number of times, making her head fly back and forth from each slap. When she recovered her composure, Marsha noticed the strap-on dildo jutting from the woman's groin. It was a monster both in length as well as girth. Worse yet, the head was enormous and she found herself wondering how in the world her quim could accommodate that brute. Ruby was also naked and now her pubic mound was as smooth and barren as a baby's bottom with a red cleft and a clitoris that was the size of a pigeon's egg. In one hand she held a quirt, a small whip that had the capability of cutting skin to shreds; in the other she hefted a rubber truncheon. She approached Marsha and spit into her face, her dollop of saliva striking the brunette on the bridge of her nose, then separating and rolling down each cheek.

       Andrew seemed to be in charge, discussing with Mr. Featherstone which side he wanted to use with his cane. The older man argued that her bottom would be ideal for his one meter rattan cane; perhaps later after Andrew had ripped into her huge, augmented tits, he'd like to take a turn on them as well. Andrew laughed and told him that after his whip was done tearing her tits to shreds, there would likely be little of consequence for his rattan to further damage. They snickered and made a joke about her having to work double shifts and take it in the bumhole exclusively in order to get a new set of squeezies.

       Meanwhile the ladies were also choosing sides, with Angie wanting to use her monster dildo to destroy Marsha's quim, while her daughter opted for the backs of her thighs and legs to use as targets for her quirt and then the  truncheon. Ruby made a prediction that Marsha would not be able to stand once she finished beating the backs of her legs with the rubber hose. Satisfied with their discussion, they stepped back to watch the action as the two men prepared to start beating her bare body until it looked like raw meat.

       Marsha could not believe the pain she was experiencing as the cane ripped into her plump bum cheeks. Even worse was the pain her husband was creating as his bullwhip tore her big boobs to tatters. She shrieked to the heavens but kept her arms vertical, fearful for what would happen if she tried to protect her naked body from the terrible thrashing they were dealing to it. Now the cane was moving to her shoulders, something she hadn't expected and the blows made her shake with pain and terror. Then she opened her eyes to see her husband bent over, his hand still on her shoulder.

                       ( To be continued - jethro jodhur )

                                  Freaky Honeymoon - Chapter 9

       It took a few moments for Marsha to realize that she had been having a dream. Still, she cringed and pushed Andrew's hand away from her. He smiled and asked if she'd been having a bad dream, and she nodded. He pressed the issue, asking if he'd been a part of her dream. When she looked away he knew. Andrew quickly changed the subject to what had been going on today after work. Marsha looked at the telly and saw a test pattern, indicating that it was well past midnight. She was too shaken and tired to even inquire as to why he was so late in coming home.

       Her husband was eager to tell her all the things he'd done, including the fact that he had put it to Angie twice before leaving. He bragged that he now had nearly complete control of the woman by using his cock. Marsha was astonished that he would be so bold as to reveal this to her, his new wife. What did that make her? He hadn't touched her in over two weeks. She certainly didn't count the humiliating things he had forced her to endure last night as any declaration of his love.

       Andrew went on about his activities almost as if she wasn't in the room. He certainly wasn't complimentary about Angie, stating that she had gone to seed and let herself become overweight and no longer seemed to care about her appearance either. To get her back on track he was giving her lots of cock to rebuild her self-esteem. However she certainly wasn't going to be a key figure in his organization once it expanded. He also let Marsha know that Angie had a taste for females that she wasn't hiding very well. It seems that she and her daughter have been sharing a bed for the past year, and they both enjoyed sleeping in the nude, especially in the winter, when it got chilly and they needed each other's warmth to get through those cold, damp nights. That little revelation floored Marsha and made her shiver as she recalled the activities she and Angie had performed at her husband's direction.

       Without so much as a deep breath he changed the subject to her new client, offhandedly mentioning that the money he'd given her had been put to better use. Poor Marsha was devastated and nearly in tears at his callous behavior. He wanted to know exactly what he did to her the other evening, and not to leave anything out. Marsha proved to be a very poor liar and her husband pounced at the earliest sign of a falsehood. She soon found herself over his lap, her tush being spanked with a hand even more powerful than Mr. Featherstone's. She also noticed that there was no sign of an erection from her husband, even though she was naked below the waist and what little that remained was effectively transparent. "Two times indeed", she thought! How many other times did he flood that little tamp's hairy quim with his boiling seed before sending her out to peddle her bottom to the highest bidder? Then the tears came. That proved to be a big mistake.

       Andrew tightened his grip around her waist and intensified the pounding her rump took. The heavy duty pain of his spanking was gradually replaced by her weeping quim, which managed to leak her salty fluid into his trousers. This only infuriated him and he dragged her into the bathroom and shoved her head into the toilet bowl and held her struggling body down until she passed out and began swallowing water. He pulled her up long enough to clear her lungs and then down she went a second time, this one for a much longer period. When he pulled her out, Marsha's face had a bluish tinge, her skin was cold to the touch and she was barely breathing.

       He put her body over the edge of the tub and pounded her back, forcing the water from her lungs and finally bringing her around to consciousness. Andrew tore off the skimpy material still covering some of her body and pushed her into the shower stall, turned on the cold water and closed the door, imprisoning her. In her dazed state Marsha didn't have enough sense to reach out and turn the water off. His wife was sitting on the floor, her head on her chest, the torrent of cold water beating down on her, when Andrew opened the shower door and turned off the water.

       Under his baleful gaze she toweled herself off as much as she could under the circumstances. He was not finished with her just yet. He was going to make sure that she understood her role in his plans, and what type of punishment she could expect for breaking his rules. The cardinal rule was not to lie to him, and she had violated it at least once tonight, and he was sure that a second confession would occur fairly soon once he continued her spanking. He pulled a dirty handkerchief from his pocket and pushed it into her mouth, warning her that if she spit it out, he would use his belt on her until she was bleeding from head to foot. Marsha knew better than to challenge him.

       The spanking continued, only this time they were both naked and after half a dozen good wallops she noticed his cock was hardening in spite of all the sex he claimed to have had earlier at the other apartment. When he moved down to the backs of her thighs, Marsha started kicking and grunting. He paused and pulled the filthy pice of cloth from her dry mouth. After a few deep, barking coughs Marsha confessed her golden shower experience. There was a stunned silence from her young husband and then he gave her a whack that made her entire body shiver from the pain it caused. Marsha began to bawl in earnest, which was a big mistake. Back into her mouth went that dirty cloth before he half-pushed, half carried her naked body towards their bedroom.

       His prong was hard enough to penetrate her dry tube of flesh, bringing another muffled grunt from her. He shifted his body for better leverage and proceeded to pound her into submission. It was one of the most brutal acts of sex that she had ever experienced from any of her partners. The only one to top it happened when she was sixteen and had allowed herself to be taken out to a deserted house in the woods where eight tough studs spent the entire afternoon and well into the evening making her wish she had never been born with a cunt. She could barely walk the next day and only the fact that her dad was out of town on business prevented her from being beaten senseless when she finally staggered home. Her mother was scandalized, but also smart enough to realize that what happened was water over the dam, unless she got in the family way from the gang raping. It was a nerve wracking wait, but her period arrived on schedule and that was that.

       The harder he pounded her, the wetter she got. Soon you could go swimming in their bed, but they were just getting warmed up. Regardless of Mr. Featherstone, Marsha had a need for some heavy duty sex, such as she was getting from her arrogant husband. He, on the other hand, was getting too much below average pussy from Angie and Ruby. Put these two horny people together and all hell had to break loose. They did it missionary, cowgirl, reverse cowgirl, spoon, pile driver and in positions that only were done by the Indian immigrants that were now flooding the homeland. He filled her to the brim and then scooped it out and she gulped it down. She nearly turned him inside out with a blowjob that almost sucked all the air out of his body. They did it standing up. They did it with her upside down and sucking his prong while he gobbled her gash and held her by the thighs. Finally the couple was too pooped to pop and so they fell into a deep sleep and both overslept. There was hell to pay but they took it with big smiles on their faces as they thought about what they would do once they got home.

       You can talk about your second honeymoons, but this was ridiculous! For the rest of the week, except for a few side trips by Andrew to check on the progress of his whores, Angie and Ruby, they rarely did anything but have sex, then more sex until neither was capable of giving or receiving. On those rare occasions when the couple wasn't swapping bodily fluids, they discussed Andrew's grandiose plans for an integrated organization dedicated entirely to all aspects of sex from adult toys to dungeons. He had already figured out how much money would be required to turn something like that into reality. According to his calculations, he'd need at least two dozen top of the line sex workers to generate the cash flow required for such an endeavor. Neither Angie nor Ruby seemed truly qualified, and it made more sense for Marsha to focus on cultivating Mr. Featherstone for his connections. She was sure that there was more to the older gentleman than what he allowed her to see.

       It was Marsha who brought up the possibility of including her older sister into the mix. Sheila was her senior by three years, reasonably attractive with a good figure. However she had never found the right man, and would not be satisfied with someone with less qualifications. Sheila also went both ways. Marsha confessed that on rare occasions they had fooled around with each other, but more like play than anything serious. Andrew was delighted to hear about their little peccadillos,and pressed her for all the juicy details.

       Sheila and Marsha shared a bedroom. Of course being the junior member, she got less room for her stuff. However when it came to sleeping arrangements, their mother insisted that the sisters share a double bed. What made things even worse for her was Sheila's mature body that she flaunted every chance she got. Big sister loved to run around their room in her undies, sometimes in just her tight knickers to show off her boobs. Poor Marsha had a chest that could double as an ironing board and a butt to match. It wasn't until she was sixteen that she got her first breast buds and was teased unmercifully by her big sister.

       By then Sheila was seeing any number of hot boys and rubbing it in that Marsha wasn't getting any attention at all. She loved to lie in bed and tell Marsha about all the neat and naughty things she did with  her dates, which  drove the poor girl half crazy. Sheila claimed to have lost her virginity when she was seventeen, and after that she soon lost count of the number of boys and older men who stuck it into her if they took her to nice places and acted like gentlemen until they got her alone in their cars, or on occasion in a cheap hotel or even their parents' house when they were out of town. The ones that interested her the most failed to take the bait. Usually after having her three or four times they'd forget her phone number or hand her off to another friend for more fun and games.

       After one rather dramatic breakup, Sheila returned to their room in tears. She undressed and didn't bother to  put on her nightshirt despite the fact that it was mid-winter and quite cold. One thing led to another and before she knew it, Marsha shed her nightshift as well and embraced her big sister who smothered her with kisses and even rubbed her quim. They must have fooled around for the better part of the night, Sheila giving her a blow by blow description of all the dates she let bugger her if they didn't have condoms, as well as  those she let use her cunt in hopes that they might get her in the family way. The more she talked, the hotter Marsha got. The next thing they knew they were locked in a passionate sixty-nine, slobbering and sucking the hot, juicy slit that was presented for their attention. Marsha had never tasted her spendings before that night, but she discovered that her sister's was much different than her own when they sampled each other's offerings. Neither managed an orgasm, but they now held each other in much higher regard. They had perhaps one sex session every other month or so, depending upon how successful Sheila was in snaring another good catch.

       By the time she finished her little story, Marsha was flat on her stomach with her eager husband prying her butt cheeks apart so he could fill her bowels with a load of hot cum before giving her another of the many sound thrashings he'd be dishing out to her for holding back certain information from him all this time. To her amazement, Marsha had a major orgasm while he was stretching her tight bumhole, and an even stronger one during the lengthy spanking she received afterward. That in turn led to more makeup sex and more orgasms. This was better than their honeymoon, both agreed on this point.

                       ( To be continued - jethro jodhpur )     

                               Freaky Honeymoon - Chapter 10

       It was now Andrew who shared some of his feelings for his younger sister, Rosalyn, much to the delight of his mate. Rosalyn was three years his junior, but had blossomed physically at the tender age of thirteen. He couldn't help but notice that there were now more than bumps on her chest, and she was developing hips and a bum that caught his eye any time she was in front of him. He had a talent for woodworking and so he put that skill to good use, carefully boring a number of camouflaged peepholes into the bathroom, giving him an excellent view of the bathtub in which she bathed and frolicked, as well as the toilet upon which she often sat, playing with her private parts.

       For the better part of a year he watched his naked sister in the tub playing with her rapidly growing tits and fat-lipped cunt. He watched as her pubic air slowly covered her cunt, depriving him of his favorite sight. Even so, at the end of the year she still hadn't developed the thick, abundant patch that typically adorned the quims of the girls he was shagging those days. However her hands were now not the only things she used to play with that box lunch she had between her thighs. It was truly amazing just what went up her twat; she used long necked bottles, a variety of brushes, tampon applicators and a silver bullet vibrator that she rarely turned on because of the loud buzzing sound it made.

       Andrew wanked himself silly in those days. He could easily get off three times if she lingered in the bathtub. He soon had a collection of cum-soaked handkerchiefs that he washed in the sink and allowed to dry before adding them to the hamper. Just when his sister discovered his handiwork was not something he could determine with any degree of accuracy, but for some time she was deliberately performing for him. Then one day he peeped and there was no hole. Late that evening his sister paid him a visit and told him that unless he did her bidding for a time, she would show her parents the holes he had made in the bathroom.

       Andrew was silent, but Marsha kept pressing him for more details. Even his threat of another hard spanking didn't deter her. In fact she was looking forward to being over her husband's knee as often as possible. Those really got her juices flowing for both of them, and she knew it. Finally Andrew capitulated, but also got his wife to agree to give up her bumhole once he was done with his confession, such as it was. Marsha was walking on air at his promise. Her husband sighed and told her the rest of his tale.

       At first, Rosalyn made him get her dates with his friends, claiming she'd need no other assistance once he accomplished that request. Unfortunately his friends were either reluctant to make a serious move on one so young, or unwilling to become involved with the sister of a good friend. It took a number of dates before she figured out what was going on. When the last date refused her offer of a blowjob, she knew it wasn't her looks, but her brother that was the problem.

       From then on she made his life miserable at home. She'd come into his room unannounced and strip off before him, making his eyes pop and his heart pound like a trip-hammer. From there she graduated to asking him to show her his "willy". Once he did that, he was doomed. From there it was a simple matter to make him wank off as she watched, showing off her growing tits to make him all hot and bothered. Then one evening she decided to make him go down on her, and after much cajoling and threatening, he acquiesced, bringing the contest between them to a close.

       To this day he swears vengeance. That was when Marsha innocently asked if perhaps his younger sister might be interested in joining his stable of ladies of the evening? When she added that it might be fun for the three of them to do some serious sex things together, Andrew was hooked and reeled into the boat. It looked like incest all around, and for Marsha that was fine with her. She was already wondering how Rosalyn's quim tasted.

       Friday came at last, Marsha was looking forward to more action from her ardent husband. She had almost forgotten that her client hadn't made an appearance at work for the week. She began to worry that perhaps something had happened to him. She was in a poor position to be making inquiries, so she  just kept her ears open. By end of day she knew just as little as she did before. As luck would have it, Andrew was needed by his two whores. Angie had managed to get herself arrested for soliciting, and Ruby was in dutch with the school where she was registered. They were threatening her with expulsion or worse unless her mother made an appearance to explain her truancy. It was almost eight in the evening when he returned, exasperated with the entire matter concerning those two borderline whores.

       Marsha was giving her anxious husband a soothing blowjob, slurping away on it when she wasn't licking his balls. She suggested he allow her to rim him before he thought of anything he wanted to either do to her, or have her do to him. She was probing his bumhole with the tip of her tongue when the phone rang. Andrew was still tense so she ignored the ringing, continuing to lick and suck his bumhole until it was slightly loose and dripping with her saliva. She smiled up at him and asked if he'd like a nice prostate massage with the wonder wand, a device designed specifically for the stimuation of the prostate. He watched as she lubed the wand and slowly inserted it into his butthole. When she turned it on, his face broke into a big smile as the wand lived up to its name.

       Marsha teased him with the wand, moving it away from his prostate whenever he appeared close to losing it and shooting all over himself. Ultimately it was her plan to cause that to happen so she could lick it up and play with his cum in her mouth before finally gulping it down and begging for more. He was on the verge for the third time when the phone began to ring once more. The insistent ringing began to get in the way of progress and so with a sigh, Marsha pulled the wand from her husband's butthole and answered the phone. It was Mr. Featherstone and he wanted to know if she could make herself available tonight for a session. To make it even more enticing, he casually mentioned that he had been in communication with the plastic surgeon who expressed some interest in her case. That did it, and without even asking her husband's permission, she agreed to meet him at a certain intersection in thirty minutes.

       Andrew's face had gone stony as the conversation between Marsha and her client went much longer than he wanted. He still lacked some of the maturity that a man of his ambition should possess. For that reason he decided that his wife would have to allow him the use of her anus before she could leave to meet her client. She reluctantly agreed and he exacted his pound of flesh so to speak. It was a lenghty, painful session that left her sore and frightened that she would be unable to provide her client with what he desired. On top of that she'd have to rush to meet him, without a shower no less.

       His car was parked a few paces from the intersection. She steeled herself for his anger, but there was none. However upon settling herself beside him, he sniffed and inquired coldly if she had just come directly from another partner. Her red face spoke volumes and he gave her a cold smile. When she tried to explain it was her husband, he coughed and put the car into gear. On the way to his place he made Marsha remove her knickers and raise her skirt to expose her vulva. He glanced over occasionally for a few minutes then ordered her to begin masturbating, and not to stop until she had an orgasm. Under these conditions this was an almost impossible feat and they both knew it. She was in near tears by the time his house came into view.

       Things got worse when she exited the car and left traces of her husband's cum on the seat. She hadn't gone a good job of cleansing her anus and she was mortified by the result. Mr. Featherstone was furious and demanded that she apply herself to the task of cleaning the seat of this disgusting evidence of what type of street slut she actually was. She burst into tears at his outburst and began licking her husband's cum from the seat. The material was not as soft and smooth as she might have thought, it irritated her tongue as she lapped up every little drop of evidence and left an aftertaste that was decidedly not appealing to the palate. She almost wet herself when he commented that she'd pay dearly once she was inside naked and properly restrained.

       Then, on a whim, and to further humiliate her, he made Marsha remove her clothing and place it in the boot of his car, observing that she'd have no need for them. She nearly passed out from the realization that she might be seen by passersby. Her client made her walk in front of him as they made their way up the curving driveway. In the darkness she encountered a number of sharp stones that made her wince and hop onto one foot as she rubbed the other. He didn't help matters by rudely shoving her whenever her pace slackened. Somehow she managed to reach the door to his home.

       He unlocked the heavy portal and made her step aside so that he could enter first. He turned once he was inside and gave her a vicious slap across the face, nearly knocking her to the ground. He called her an unreconstructed slut not worthy of his precious time and ordered her to kneel at the entryway with her hands behind her neck and wait there until he let her inside. When he added that she might prefer to spend the evening shivering outside to what he had planned for her this evening, Marsha began to tremble from this veiled threat coupled with the cold and the first few wisps of fog that wrapped around her bare, pebbling skin.

The door slammed shut and she was in total darkness.

       "What have I gotten myself into now? How could I be so foolish as to let Andrew call the tune for such an important occasion as this? Now I've gone and stuck my foot into it. I deserve everything that happens to me tonight.  I just hope that's all he'll do. I can always heal up afterwards, no matter how badly he spanks me. I wonder what else he has in store for me.  What about the plastic surgeon, will he take me as his patient? What will he want from me? Perhaps he'll want access to my body, done!  Oh, it's getting so cold my teeth are beginning to chatter. No matter what he has in for me, it has to be better than freezing my bum out here in the fog."

                       ( To be continued - jethro jodhpur )

                                       Freaky Honeymoon - Chapter 11

       It seemed like an eternity before the front door cracked and his voice announced she had two choices. She could be driven home, as is, and dropped off at her apartment to explain to her husband what happened to her clothing. She could enter the house and take whatever punishment he intended to mete out to her. He gave her thirty seconds to choose. Marsha felt as if she was turning into a block of ice; her decision was rather easy to make. She asked him to allow her to enter his home so she could be properly disciplined for her boorish behavior. The door swung open and she was ordered to enter, and be quick about it.

       He slapped a pair of handcuffs on her wrists the moment she was through the door. Now she was naked and restrained, totally at his mercy. She felt her quim begin to get wet at the prospect before her. He pushed her roughly toward the staircase and landed a few heavy slaps to her goose bumped bottom. He continued to spank her as she mounted the stairs. It was difficult to keep her balance between having her hands cuffed behind her back and the spanking she was getting as she climbed up to the second floor.

       Without being told, she turned and headed toward the bathroom as he followed, still dealing one stinging blow after another to her tingling rump. The door to the tiled room was open and she walked into the brightly lit lavatory and waited for his instructions. He shoved her into the shower stall and warned her about trying to leave before her shower was over. Marsha stepped in and shivered in anticipation of a scalding assault on her bare body.

       She was totally unprepared for the torrent of icy water that poured down on her naked body. Her first reaction was to push against the door, to discover to her dismay that he had blocked it from opening. The cold was intense and she shivered uncontrollably as her nipples hardened and she felt the urge to relieve herself. She took advantage of the situation and soon felt her warm pee wending its way down the insides of her thighs to coil around her legs and finally disappear into the drain. After what seemed like an eternity, he opened the door and turned off the cold water, but refused to allow her to exit the stall. It wasn't until he stepped into the shower area that Marsha realized he was naked and sporting a decent erection as well. Things were about to get interesting, maybe even enjoyable.

       Mr. Featherstone turned on the shower and this time made it more temperate. He proceeded to soap up his hands and started massaging Marsha's bee sting tits from behind her back. She could also feel the pressure from his hard sex organ that was poking against her wet flesh, seeking for a place to enter. The young bride began to relax, dreaming of a delightful sex session here in the shower with the warm water cascading down upon them. His soapy hands began moving down to her vulva and she made no effort to prevent that either. One of those hands parted her cunt lips and the other made a partial entry and began thumbing her clit, which responded by coming out from beneath its protective hood. Marsha was almost limp, eager for even more aggressive moves on his part.

       He moved so fast that she wasn't even aware of his objective until she felt this sharp pain in her arsehole. She straightened up and tried to escape, but his firm hand on her belly and the finger hooked inside her bunghole made short work of that effort. She grunted as he pushed his middle finger deeper still and then moved it from side to wide, widening her tunnel painfully. He laughed and inquired if she wanted him to give her a thorough cleansing before they embarked on other activities. Marsha was caught speechless and could do nothing but make things as easy for her as possible under the circumstances. His next act was designed to bring her low and he was successful. He pressed his soapy finger, the one just fresh from her lower bowel, into her mouth. The taste of the soap was bad enough, but there was something even more disgusting being carried into her mouth. She gagged and for her trouble received a vicious slap on the rump and then a cruel twist of one of her stiff nipples that brought a scream from her. Unfortunately the shower stall did a good job of muting her outcry.

       Marsha found herself pushed into the corner before he grabbed both of her tits and began squeezing the nipples until she thought they'd tear off. He brought his knee up into her cleft and she felt her last meal trying to come up. When he banged her head against the tiles, Marsha thought her time on this earth was measured in minutes. Now his hands had closed round her neck and she panicked as he cut off her air supply. She tried kneeing him, but missed and for her troubles he smashed her head back into the tiles once again, making her see stars.

       The young wife was now convinced that she would die in this little cubicle with the water raining down on her helpless body. He jabbed his finger deep into her quim and brought it up to her lips. She opened her mouth, hoping against hope that this would calm him down, and so it did. Marsha had no idea just how many times he inserted his finger into her bum hole and twat, before feeding the soapy digit into her mouth. After a time she didn't even notice the taste of the soap or that other ingredient.

       Suddenly he opened the door and dragged her out into the main part of the bathroom. He ordered her to stand still and wait for his return. She did as he instructed and in a few minutes he returned, wearing a robe and carrying a length of rope. To her horror he looped it around the shower curtain bar over the tub, and fastened a crude noose at the end. "Was he about to hang her? This couldn't be happening to her?" These thoughts flashed through her mind as he approached her and put the noose around her neck. She was unable to stop him and soon he had pulled the noose tight. He stepped back and smiled, before announcing that he needed some time to prepare a few surprises for her. He warned her that the floor was quite slippery and her best bet was to try her best to stay still, no matter what the temptation. He slapped her across the tits, bringing a gasp of surprise and pain from his guest. Then to her horror he proceeded to spill soapy water all over the area of the floor upon which she stood. Marsha began shaking with fear at the prospect that she just could have a terrible accident, one that might prove fatal.

       The poor girl was so upset that she didn't stop to think what might happen if indeed she hung herself in Mr. Featherstone's bathroom. He had already done his homework and was standing right outside the door waiting for her to slip and fall. In fact he had a little peephole that he had put to use on more than one occasion with one of his "guests". While he watched and waited, his hand was busy making sure his erection stayed firm and ready. She didn't know it, but there was a very good chance that within a few weeks she'd be sporting a set of D-cup tits that would make her one sexy package when you added in her plump arse, good legs and pretty face. This one, with a breast augmentation, would turn heads on any street in London. If you coupled that with her tight twat and a bum hole made for arse fucking, you had the perfect fuck buddy or lady of the evening.

       He decided to give his guest a few minutes to realize that the bathroom window was open, letting in lots of cool night air plus the damp fog. He made a quick calculation and gave her perhaps two or three minutes before the evaporating water started cooling her skin and then the flesh beneath. He would look like a knight in shining armor if she had a minor slip and he was quick to rescue her. Seconds later she gave into temptation and made a move that might make her position more stable. Her foot went out from under her and she lost her balance, bringing the noose into play. It quickly cut off her air and the ability to call out for help. He counted to ten slowly before rushing in and rescuing the damsel in distress. It never failed to provide some splendid opportunities for the type of thank you that always came gift-wrapped in hot, wet pussy. Actually he was aiming for something extra such as a nice lengthy buggering of her tight bottom hole, upon which he was beginning to dote.

       Reviving Marsha was a piece of cake and she was most grateful indeed, offering up her naked body for any activity that suited his fancy. For openers he had her kneel and suck his member until it was stiff and throbbing. Then over the edge of the tub she went so he could sodomize her to his heart's content. It was well worth the effort of getting her into and out of a precarious situation he had designed and executed. She was delightfully tight, but oh, so willing. He went in and out, side to side, even up and down, done with great difficulty, but accomplished, nonetheless. She sighed and clenched her plump bum cheeks to encourage him to greater efforts, which he achieved. He positively flooded her bowels with his boiling seed, and then inserted two fingers to scoop out some of his salty offering, which she eagerly attacked with gusto. Her enthusiasm put him in a very forgiving mood as she sucked his fingers clean time after time. He decided to table her spanking, or was it to be a whipping, to a later time either tonight or the next time they had a "date".

       He freed her from the cuffs long enough to allow Marsha to dry her hair and get the few external damp spots that still required some attention. Back went the cuffs and he gave her an affectionate spank, pushed her out of the bathroom and marched her into his bedroom, which delighted her no end. She was still very excited and thrilled that she might have another chance to enjoy his stiff cock and everything that came with it.

       He had her settle down between his spread thighs and begin sucking, licking, kissing and nibbling on is private parts, warning her that he'd take the skin off her bottom if she so much as nipped him by accident. Once she put a little life into his member, she'd be given further instructions. Soon Marsha was bobbing up and down on his slowly hardening cock while he patted her head and stared at the ceiling. Suddenly he began talking about his conversation with his friend the plastic surgeon.

       His name was Carver Cleaver and he was rather famous for his skill and innovative approach to beautifying women well past their physical prime. His fee was outrageous, but that was an issue to be resolved between the two of them, if he agreed to take her on as his patient. The first thing he wanted from her was nude pictures, full frontal, back and side views. If they interested him, then there would be an interview and a more invasive examination of her body. Marsha was riveted on every word, so much so that she had stopped doing anything to retain his cock's stiffness. For that she received a few rather heavy-handed spanks and the threat of a session on the latest addition to his home's furnishing, the prayer bench.

       Marsha wasted no time reviving his member to its former state. He then had her practice her deep throating technique, which showed a glaring lack of sophistication when it came to the more challenging aspects of the sex act. However this might give her a leg up, so to speak, in her interview with the good surgeon. Carver Cleaver liked them young, which nineteen year-old Marsha was, and still virtually a blank slate, something he could attest as true to his friend. Then he casually mentioned if she had anyone trustworthy that might be even younger, just in case they had to haggle with him. At first she thought not, then had to own up to Ruby, the fourteen year-old prostitute in training. She'd no doubt fit the bill and she already had a good set of tits on her as well. After more thought she also had to admit that Andrew's younger sister, Rosalyn, also fit the bill. She was perhaps seventeen and very well fixed when it came to tits and also had a plump bottom that was considered by most men as very pinchable.

       Her client was quite impressed by her honesty in the matter, assuring her that neither young lady would interfere with their budding relationship. He had already invested enough time in Marsha, and didn't have the heart or energy to start all over again, unless she proved to be a total disaster. He then gave her an option, her ass once more or a session over his knee. To his astonishment and delight she opted for both, suggesting that a good spanking would really get her fired up for the shagging that would follow. Soon she was laying across his lap, that cock she had worked to harden poking into her stomach, which excited her no end.

       She took a terrific spanking, one that was part enthusiasm and part payback, leaving her feeling as if her bum had somehow caught on fire. The sex that followed was top drawer. He buggered her for what seemed like an eternity and she loved every stressful minute she spent being skewered to her limit. He hosed her insides and collapsed on her back, his cock still imprisoned by her clutching sphincter muscle and the tight tube of bum hole flesh still enveloping that well used member. For a moment Marsha had the eerie feeling that perhaps her client had suffered a seizure or even a heart attack. Then he exhaled and thrust his semi-hard cock into her one more time before pulling out with a soft, liquid pop.

                               (To be continued - jethro jodhpur)

                               Freaky Honeymoon - Chapter 12

       It was nearly two in the morning by the time Harold, no longer Mr. Featherstone, dropped her off at her darkened apartment. He had a sheaf of nude pictures she allowed him to take, some of them for his own private collection. The ones of her showing the pink, her fingers holding her cunt lips wide, were marked private, along with those showing her chocolate starfish neatly displayed as her hands pulled her butt cheeks apart to their limit. In exchange she had a hundred quid note in her purse for her trouble this evening. He told her to consider the extra money as a tip for services rendered.

       She entered her dark apartment and tiptoed into the bedroom to discover that Andrew had taken himself to another more welcoming bed for the evening. She had to blink back the tears, but after all she was a "working" girl holding down two jobs besides providing her immature husband with all the sex a man could want. That didn't help matters much. For just a moment she was tempted to call Angie just to hear her lies about Andrew not being with her. Then she worried that perhaps he was enjoying both Angie and Ruby,  returned from the night's activities, flush with bank notes from the myriad customers they'd successfully solicited. She wound up crying herself to sleep in an empty bed.

       Marsha had a series of dark dreams involving Harold, Andrew, Angie, Ruby and Dr. Cleaver. All revolved around her operation. She was naked and secured to the operating table with leather straps that made her think she had been trapped in a giant spider web. Assisting the doctor, whose face was partially masked, were two nurses dressed in thongs and bras made of some type of transparent material that showed their huge, shapely tits with areolas almost as large as tea saucers and nipples stiff as glass jutting at least two inches out from those dark areas. In contrast Marsha had twin bee stings that passed for breasts and soft pink nipples that looked like little mounds on slightly bigger mounds. Upon closer examination, the nurses turned out to be Ruby and Angie, both with professionally styled makeup that made them look far more beautiful than she did on her best day.

       Standing next to the surgeon and holding forceps was her husband Andrew, with a frown on his handsome face. He said something to the masked surgeon and got a mumbling reply that he passed along to the two simpering nurses. One of them brought up what looked like an oxygen mask and placed it on Marsha's face. Dr. Cleaver nodded and Andrew used the forceps to grip his wife's nipple and pull it to its limit, raising the thin crepe-shaped tit as well. Marsha made some kind of noise, but the oxygen mask effectively muffled her complaint. It seems that the mask wasn't connected to the oxygen bottle, but that didn't seem to concern the nurses or the surgeon, who selected a scalpel and started cutting away the flesh attached to the pectoral muscle. Blood started to squirt out all over the place and the two nurses retreated to avoid getting any on their underwear. The surgeon started screaming for Harold to come to the operating table with the cauterizing machine.

       Mr. Featherstone began burning away the blood and pieces of skin that surrounded what used to be her tit. The stink was horrible and the nurses fled, gagging and coughing as they escaped the room. The only people remaining in the operating theater besides Marsha, were her husband, Harold and the surgeon, who by now was more than a bit upset with the way things had gone. He threw down his bloody scalpel and stalked away, following the path the nurses had already taken. Harold leaned over and mouthed the words,  "It's all your fault. You owe me five thousand quid and I'll take it out in trade or your bum if that's what it takes." Suddenly Marsha sat bolt upright, hyperventilating and totally frightened by this nightmare. It took a few minutes for her to recover her equilibrium and go back to sleep.

       Once more she found herself strapped down to the operating table. She felt strange, her chest hurt and it took a great deal of effort for her to draw a proper breath. The surgeon had removed his mask and was smiling down at her. She couldn't help but notice that his gown was spotted with fresh blood. In the background she could make out two other men, but they were masked.

       "How do you feel my lass? Those new bolt-ons look smashing! I'm amazed you had enough skin to handle a 40E augmentation, not to mention all the blood you lost while I was carving you up. Now you just relax and wait until my nurses get back so we can finish the job properly."

       Marsha was delighted and at the same time astonished at the miracle he had managed to perform. She could hardly wait to show them off to her husband and make those nurses envious of her new squeezies.  No sooner had that thought arrived, then two nurses wearing white, high heels, white hose and matching garter belts came towards the operating table, their big tits stretching the flimsy material of their white, lacy bras and the matching thongs captured between their fat cunt lips. The surgeon grinned at the sight and observed that one of them still had some blood on her belly, but it looked kind of cute, so she shouldn't worry about it. Besides there was going to be lots more blood when they started the vaginal rejuvenation procedure.

       "What is he talking about? My quim is still tight!. After all, I'm only nineteen and haven't been hooking for more than a couple of months."

       "Do we have any happy gas left? This little operation can be a bitch, and it looks like what we gave our patient earlier is beginning to wear off."

       The older nurse, who looked all of twenty-five and sported a set of awesome tits, probably done by the one doing her boobs, simpered and shook her empty head, saying:

        "Don't you remember? We were all taking hits of the happy gas during the first operation and having such a great time that we used it all up"

       The surgeon chuckled and nodded his head.

       "Too bad, you better double check the restraints. Our patient is definitely not going to like some of the things we have to do to get that sloppy quim of hers back into shape."

       Marsha began to panic, but was unable to make any headway in either freeing herself from the straps that held her to the operating table, or convincing the surgeon that her quim was nice and tight. Then to her dismay, the other nurse, who looked too young to be assisting at such operations, reached down and jammed her fist into Marsha's pussy. She yelped from surprise rather than any discomfort, for there was none. Her quim fit snugly around the teenager's closed fist. "That's impossible!" she thought. Then the dripping fist was presented to her, as the nurse inquired if she wanted to lick off the pussy juice from it. Before Marsha could answer, the fist was pressed to her lips and she couldn't help but taste her own spendings, finding the fluid quite palatable.

       "OK you two love birds. You can do all that once the operation is over, but for now I want Ruby to pay attention and make sure that the aspirator is on and working while I'm slicing up this whore's twat."

       Marsha almost jumped out of her skin when she heard his words. Her new tits were beginning to have some feeling and what there was, scared her witless. The prospect of her quim being butchered like a side of beef did not sit well with her at all. Then she heard him start talking again, and she nearly ruptured herself trying to break free of the straps.

       "Let's see, nurse Angie I want you to use those hemostats to keep her labia majora from leaking too much blood when I cut her there. Not them you dolt, her cunt lips! Now I want to slice away about half of those wrinkled flaps. God, she must have been on her back for twenty hours a day for plenty of years to have them deteriorate to this condition. Nurse Ruby, now get in there with your aspirator and soak up the blood that's about to flow. I hate this part of the operation, it's such a damned mess."

       "Once that's done I'll cut the interior of her vagina from here to there and do some stitching to tighten that fuck tube so her customers can have some feeling when they fuck her. OK ladies,  now let's get this done so I can make my golf date with Ms. Gotrocks. That old biddy may have a rebuilt pussy thanks to yours truly, but there's plenty of other stuff she needs to make her last another ten years. Now here we go and let's keep the amount of blood down to a minimum. Oh, remember the earplugs! This cow will probably make a lot of noise until she passes out from shock."

       This time Marsha woke up screaming, her body shaking like a leaf in a wind storm. She was terrified and the thought of going back to sleep and having another nightmare was unacceptable. She got out of bed and put on her robe. Then she decided to have a cup of tea and perhaps call her husband, who she knew was at  Angie's, probably taking turns doing her and Ruby until he couldn't get it up for them any longer. He wouldn't be having any nightmares afterward, that was for sure. She put on the kettle and saw it was nearly three in the morning. She thought better of calling Andrew; he'd probably hang up on her and come later he'd be socking her good for waking him up. He could really hurt a body when he got angry and she didn't want to see the surgeon with ugly bruises all over her naked body. That would certainly queer the deal for sure.

       It wasn't until early afternoon that Andrew made an appearance, and he was distinctly out of sorts. Marsha decided to ignore his whereabouts last night, which proved to be a good move. It seems that Angie was rousted by the local law enforcement types and had to pay them half of what she had on her person in order to avoid being run-in for soliciting. Worse yet she had to go for a ride that took her to a deserted apartment where she had to service three constables, two of them using her arsehole without the benefit of any form of protection. She was in shock after this event and barely managed to hustle a few drunks who were more interested in blowjobs in the back of buildings than anything that demanded serious cash.

       If that wasn't bad enough, Ruby also fell into grief with a customer who not only used her in every hole, but afterward robbed her, making her strip to the skin in his car so he could go through her clothing to find her money. He dumped her out on a country road after warning her that now he had her address, which wasn't true, and if she complained, he'd find her and do some nasty things to her face after he raped her a few times. The bloke that picked her up on the road afterward demanded some servicing for his trouble, but other than a blowjob, she got off with a whole skin.

       Andrew was just getting a good dose of what it took to be a successful pimp. You needed protection or "understanding" from the local cops, and some muscle to take care of those who preyed on working girls. The more girls you had, the more muscle and protection you required. Of course if your girls were all in one place, then the costs went down a bit, but it wasn't a panacea. What Andrew wanted was to expand the types of services that were available to his market. It didn't take a genius to pimp a few girls and depend on their efforts to make a living. It took someone with imagination to develop a broad group of sex services all under his control. This required money, real money.What was killing Andrew was his lack of capital and those willing to  bankroll his concept. Little did he know that he was a mere single contact away from the kind of backers he sought.

       As a peace offering, Marsha offered her husband the one hundred quid note she 'd gotten from Harold Featherstone for services rendered. He was most appreciative, giving her a kiss that spoke volumes. Andrew was not the talkative type when it came to being affectionate. She knew that and took it as part of the package. Then she casually mentioned that her client had made contact with a very well known plastic surgeon who might take her case. She was quick to add that she'd be the one to provide whatever services he or Harold might require of her in exchange for new boobs that were big and shapely. Her husband was stunned at this revelation. His reaction was quite different from what she had anticipated. What little secret was he concealing from her?

                       (To be continued - jethro jodhpur) 

                            Freaky Honeymoon - Chapter 13

       True to his word Mr. Featherstone and Marsha met with Carver Cleaver to discuss the possibility of enhancing the figure of the young lady in question. The surgeon had already received and evaluated the material presented by the candidate. All that remained was a very careful examination of the areas that he planned to enhance. All Marsha could think of was her flat chest, which was only one section of the puzzle that Dr. Cleaver would be solving in order to determine if what he wished to accomplish was feasible. She was asked to disrobe in his examining room, and it was done in just a little more than a blink of an eye. The young surgeon was most amused by her quick response and wondered if she'd be as quick if he was about to sodomize her.

       Marsha got so excited that for a moment she felt as if she'd wet herself. The thought mortified her and helped regain her composure. This type of examination was far different from the cursory tests she received from doctors searching for nodules or lumps that might be a signal for the onset of cancer, every woman's bane. Even the way it was conducted was out of the ordinary. She stood stark naked with her arms at her sides while he sat on the examination table. His surgeon's hands and knowing fingers prowled her small tits, probing and kneading the skin and flesh beneath them. By the time he touched her nipples they were hard as stone. His fingers played a far different tune when he began examining those nubbins. Marsha's breathing became irregular as he tweaked and patted them, only making them harder. She got that uncomfortable feeling once more when he chuckled to himself, his hand hefting one of her small, but well shaped tits.

       He asked her to step back from the edge of the table and turn around so he could examine her spine and buttocks. "What in the world did he want with my buttocks?" Marsha thought. She didn't get an immediate answer as his strong hands began gently moving her lower back muscles until she gasped from a slight twinge. He patted the area and pronounced her response as what he expected, greatly relieving her. She was much more comfortable facing away from the handsome surgeon, which was rather foolish considering what she was doing for a living these days. In fact Marsha was so taken by him that if he were a customer, he'd get anything he wanted for free. She gave herself a good talking to about acting like a schoolgirl in his presence. That only made things worse as she started to imagine she was a troublemaker in the principal's office waiting for him to start flogging her bare bum with his cane, and hoping there would be a treat for her once he finished. Her dream was punctured by his strong hands twisting the middle portion of her spine. She jumped and knew her face was flushing at the thoughts she was having.

       When Dr. Cleaver's hands cupped her buttocks, Marsha let out a gasp of surprise. He clucked and hefted those globes a few times to check their resiliency, his fingers digging in to check for incipient cellulite. Marsha smiled when he said her bum had great potential and he intended to bring it out for all to see and even enjoy if she would be in the mood to allow such liberties. Once more Marsha fantasized; this time she was bent over a tub in a spacious bathroom with fixtures made of gold as Dr. Cleaver's thick prong slipped between her perfect buns and began threading its way into her lower intestine as she groaned with passion.

       The part time prostitute was totally unprepared for the pelvic examination the surgeon insisted on giving her. There she was on the table, her legs in the stirrups, thighs spread wide so he could stare with his little flashlight before inserting the speculum, a cold piece of metal capable of opening her cunt mouth and the local environs to obscene dimensions. Marsha's face was now a bright red as he drew on a pair of latex gloves. This amused the surgeon no end as he poked and prodded her most intimate areas to assess if she required or even needed a vaginal rejuvenation. He smiled when he saw signs that this once tight cunt was now already loosening to a degree. This one must be doing quite a number of customers or be married to a sex maniac with lots of friends he thought, palpitating a few suspicious areas that proved to be free of any pre-cancerous signs. Thinking ahead he imagined that she would be most capable for his needs. He had a few creditors and others  to whom he owed favors.

       The surgeon then pulled a very nasty trick on Marsha. He asked her to remain in the examination room without her clothing while he discussed his findings with Mr. Featherstone. To make her even more miserable he had one of his nurses keep an eye on his patient. The nurse was her height, a few years older and had a bust line that was stupendous. According to her instructions, Marsha was to remain erect, with her hands clasped behind her neck. This accomplished, she sat on the examination table and began to find fault with Marsh's body and her profession. Poor Marsha, she was helpless and could do nothing but stand there and take it.

       "You call those bee stings tits? My younger sister who just turned fourteen has much bigger hooters than yours and her's are still growing........ Is it true that you're a whore? You must really give the punters a good price for whatever you offer........ Is that a wedding ring you're wearing? God, who in his right mind would marry a slag like you?....I'll bet you shaved this morning just to show off that used up hole you call a cunt?...... Dr. Cleaver probably had to wear special gloves to avoid catching some type of venereal disease from you...Damn! I bet he makes me swab it down and disinfect any place you touched."

        On and on it went, the nurse finding fault with everything about Marsha from her appearance to her marital status. She even went so far as to open her uniform and expose her 38DD fun bags that she claimed were one hundred percent natural. Then she added that there was no way that even Dr. Cleaver could pump those bees stings up to much more than a 36B. From there it went to his fee and how would she pay it, since she didn't look like a high priced whore. Marsha was on the verge of blinking back the tears when the surgeon returned and dismissed his nurse with a knowing smile. She stuck her tongue out at him and flounced from the room shaking her shapely bottom as she went.

       Moments later she returned, carrying Marsha's clothing. She handed the garments to the patient and gave her an impish grin. The busty nurse was gone before Marsha could react. It was then that the surgeon let her in on the little test she had just taken and passed. Had she reacted to the taunting and insults in any other way she would not have been taken on as his patient. Marsha's face grew pale for a moment, and then she heaved a sigh of relief. He waited until she was properly dressed before escorting her to his office where Harold Featherstone awaited her.

       When Dr. Cleaver described his plan for Marsha, she was stunned. He was planning four surgeries for his new patient. The first would enhance her breasts from their current 34A to 36C. Her face brightened at first, but then the realization hit that on her frame a set of 36Cs would be an improvement, but not what she had hoped to attain. She glanced at Harold, but he was concentrating on what the surgeon was saying. Her recovery would take approximately three weeks. During that period he intended to tighten her vagina by performing a variation of his typical vaginal rejuvenation procedure. Recovery from that operation would be less than three weeks and enable him to fit in a minor variation of his buttocks lift, normally given to ladies in their late thirties or early forties. It was guaranteed for ten years or he would operate again without a fee. At this point Marsha was very confused. She had not expected the two surgeries he had just discussed, and was disappointed by what he planned for her breast enhancement. Harold Featherstone moved slightly in his chair and then smiled in her direction.

       She lost focus for a brief moment and nearly missed Carver Cleaver's final portion of her general rejuvenation. He intended to further enhance her new breasts to a minimum of 38DD with a variation of the original surgery. The delay was necessary to allow her stretched skin to be stretched more, thus letting him resculpt her breasts to their new size without changing their shape. So while she was undergoing the other two surgeries he would also be injecting her with chemicals that would cause the skin covering her enhanced breasts to gain more resilience, thus allowing the extra enhancement in size. To prove that his approach would work he asked Marsha if his nurse had displayed her bust line. Marsha's face colored as she vividly remembered that shameless exhibition. She had been played for the fool and she was glad of it.

       Then it struck her that he had not discussed the cost of these surgeries. Almost as if he had read her mind the surgeon mentioned the three of them would share the cost. Harold Featherstone with money, Carver with his talent and Marsha with her new and improved body that would be used by the other two to provide that share of the cost. He smiled and left the details for Harold to explain to her. As for timing, the first surgery had already been put on his schedule for ten days hence. He advised Harold to get as much enjoyment out of her as he could since once the operations began, her availability would be significantly curtailed.

       She wasn't prepared for Harold's suggestion that the three of them celebrate right now in his office. Dr. Cleaver laughed and shook his finger in the direction of Mr. Featherstone, who merely smiled then motioned with his head toward an area that was covered with heavy drapes. Soon Marsha was being escorted into another room with rather comfortable furniture including a good-sized bed. The three of them disrobed and then Cleaver sprang another surprise, a fourth member was invited to the party, the nurse that teased and insulted Marsha so unmercifully. This was Trixie and in the hours that followed she lived up to her name. The men stretched out and let the ladies work to get them ready for some serious shagging. Trixie showed a great deal of talent, which did not go unnoticed by Marsha. The women took turns sucking the men's cocks and licking their balls, switching from one to the other every few minutes.

       Marsha could hardly wait to mount the good doctor's raging hard on. Trixie winked at her and got busy stuffing Harold's stiff prong into her tight pussy. Carver wasted little time adjusting his meat so as to enter his patient's cunt and wiggling his hips to seat it properly before he got to work on her wet cunt. Marsha surprised him by sucking his tongue into her mouth as she pumped her hips in rhythm to the strokes he delivered to her soaked, quivering quim. She began to see stars as he picked up the pace and began pounding her with a sense of purpose. Trixie had done a great job in preparing him for a nice shagging, and Marsha was the lucky beneficiary. He was a great lover, moving her from one position to another so every inch of her fuck tunnel was touched by his rock hard cock. They even snogged for a time like two teenagers, which wasn't too far from the truth, especially in her case. Every so often Marsha would glance over to where Trixie was giving Harold all he could every want, and perhaps a bit more. She felt a pang of jealousy as she watched the nurse's big hooters bounce in rhythm with his thrusts.

       Without warning Dr. Cleaver flipped Marsha over onto her belly and quickly began prying her cheeks apart. For a moment she tensed and even thought of trying to escape from him. She gave herself a good scolding for that breach of manners. Here he was preparing to transform her into a butterfly and she was thinking of resisting against what was his right, the use of her body, and every portion of it including her "sacred" bunghole. While she debated and chastised herself he was already poking his prong against her tight sphincter. She had to admit that he knew what he was doing. His dick was burrowing past that tight ring of muscle without causing any pain, just a feeling of fullness on her part. Marsha relaxed and let the surgeon enjoy her tight anal passageway. This one really knew his stuff when it came to properly doing a girl's bunghole.

       She sighed and urged him to pick up the pace. Now it felt as if a jackhammer was working on her lower intestine. Marsha had asked for exactly what he was delivering, so all she could do was grin and bear it. It got more interesting when she looked over to see Harold and Trixie watching what was going on with great interest. She knew what Mr. Featherstone was thinking and what her fate would be once they left Dr. Cleaver's office and returned to his place. Her thoughts were swept aside as that hard cock pulled out from her tight bunghole and a load of hot cum splattered all over her bottom. Trixie let out a whoop and without so much as a "by your leave" began suctioning up the doctor's spending and noisily swishing it around inside her mouth before swallowing it and smacking her lips. Twice she returned to lick up the few droplets she had missed previously.

       Harold felt a bit left out and said so. Trixie winced and moved back to him like a child who had done something naughty and was now about to be punished. Marsha discovered that she was still not out of the woods with the good doctor. He had turned over onto his back and pointed down to his semi-hard prong. She knew the routine, but it was one thing to do this for Mr. Featherstone, another for the handsome surgeon. It proved to be less difficult than she thought at first. All she had to do was get as much of that fat cock into her mouth and suck it good and hard with lots of saliva to cut the taste. Her partner yawned, a sign of the typical male, wanting to take a nap after shagging his partner. Marsha acted the slave part and continued to lick and kiss his slowly softening cock, occasionally giving the head a good suck. That brought a groan from Cleaver and awakened his sleeping snake.

       Things got more interesting as the sound of flesh against flesh resounded through the room. Harold had Trixie on her belly and he was giving her rounded bum a sound spanking for leaving him high and dry. She heard her partner chuckling over Trixie's comeuppance, commenting that his nurse had been getting a bit cheeky in recent days and deserved what she was getting. Her doctor got bored watching Trixie's bum turn colors and swell under the relentless spanking it was receiving. Marsha like a good whore returned to worshipping his cock, sucking and licking it to full hardness in a relatively short time. Evidently Trixie hadn't been doing her other assignment in the office either. This time he bent her double so that her ankles touched her ears. Marsha had been in this position a few times when they played games with the Landers during her honeymoon. However Charles at his best was no match for the virile Carver Cleaver, who began battering her poor fuck hole like a randy ram.

       Marsha was too busy trying to match his attack that she missed Harold giving the busty nurse what-for. In a few more minutes she had an audience of two urging the doctor to step it up and give her a taste of what she was facing once his friends and those of Harold got their chance to make her settle her debts to them. By now Marsha was afraid that her teeth might crack from the pounding she was taking. Worse still, she knew that Harold would want another opportunity to do her good and proper when he got her back to his place. For once she hoped that Andrew would be too busy shagging Ruby and Angie to notice what time she got back home. Finally with a loud groan the surgeon flooded her cunt with a tidal wave of sperm. Once he recovered he suggested that they leave since he had some work to do. Trixie's expression suggested that she was still in a bit of trouble with her boss and was due for some serious discipline before she was allowed to leave and lick her wounds back at her flat.

                       (To be continued - jethro jodhpur)

                          Freaky Honeymoon - Chapter 14

       Marsha knew she was in for a good shagging based on Harold's order to unbutton his trousers and let his soldier out for a breath of fresh air. She leaned over and complied, her small hand wrapping around his flaccid sex organ. For the next mile or so he drove carefully as she pumped life back into his tally whacker, as he was fond of calling it. As his prong grew in size and stiffness he smiled and hinted she show her privates to encourage his soldier to grow still stronger and harder. She could not resist his suggestion and soon her bare vulva was on display. From there it was easy to begin pleasuring herself with one hand while her other was engaged in making sure his soldier was ready for duty once they got back to his place. Harold was licking his lips in anticipation by the time he navigated the curve around the front of his home. Marsha nearly matched him when it came to sexual excitement.

       Fortunately for Marsha, any leakage from the previous activity at the doctor's office was taken up by her rather pedestrian knickers. Unlike their previous tryst, this time Marsha was very careful not to leak any sperm onto the automobile's interior. She knew Harold's keen eye would discern any failure on her part to keep his auto clean. Still he wanted more in the sense of her subservience, requiring Marsha to remove all her clothing below the waist and walk in front of him on their way to the front door so he could watch her bottom sway and bounce. Her client was fastidious even though she was no stranger to his home. He instructed her to remove the rest of her clothing and pile it on the floor of the closet by the door, stating the obvious that she wouldn't be needing them while she was within his home. Out came the handcuffs and Marsha knew she was in for it!

       Now with her hands cuffed behind her back, he made her lead the way and this time as she climbed the stairs Harold swatted her on the bottom every other step. Her bum was smarting by the time they stood at the landing. She waited to be prodded in whatever direction he wanted her to take. She winced inwardly when he had her start walking toward the end of the corridor where the rather ornate bathroom was located. Marsha had spent enough time in that big bathroom to know that certain distasteful activities were probably already planned in advanced for her. Her fears were proven to be correct. First Harold had her step into the large shower stall and assume a kneeling position facing him. Her eyes widened as he disrobed. Would he be joining her, and for what nefarious reason? Once naked he moved to within a step of her position and ordered Marsha to tilt her head back and keep her eyes closed or she would suffer greatly for her disobedience.

       Poor, trusting Marsha thought for a moment that he was about to turn on the shower and join her for some sex. Instead she felt a wetness on her brow that quickly moved down to her face. Its intensity grew stronger and some rolled down to her lips. It only took one swipe of her lips to let her know that Mr. Featherstone was pissing in her face. She was mortified! Then she heard him speaking to her.

       "My dear wife could never get used to this little diversion, but nonetheless she allowed me to perform it whenever I wished. I trust you can be counted upon in the same way despite your feelings for the activity. Be advised that failure in this matter will cause me to have to cancel your upcoming surgeries, and I was so looking forward to seeing you with large breasts and a firm, rounded bum. This is only the initial part of your examination. Now I want you to open your mouth and capture my stream until you are told to close. Do not swallow, but await further instructions."

       The stream had stopped after his first few words, and now it resumed. For a moment Marsha refused to open her mouth and then the thought of losing this wonderful opportunity to have her body rebuilt inside and out took command of her senses. She opened her mouth as widely as possible and tilted her head back even further to capture more of the golden stream that was arcing in her direction. She heard her patron chuckle as her mouth filled to overflowing and began running down the front of her body, reminding her of the major deficiency in the size of her breasts. Then to her dismay she realized her nipples were hardening despite her situation. This was a revelation that she was going to keep to herself at all costs. However Harold already noticed the same response and smiled broadly at its meaning. Some of his friends who were ardent practitioners of water sports were going to be delighted with this one's acceptance of their dirty little secret.

       Harold Featherstone's examination of Marsha's limits continued. He now ordered her to gargle using the piss she had captured in her mouth. She dutifully did as he ordered and Harold watched with satisfaction as she continued to gargle while he mentally counted to ten very, very slowly. He smiled happily as she waited for further instructions once he told her to stop, but continue to hold the piss in her mouth. He couldn't resist calling her "miss piss" to gauge her reaction to this insult. Her eyes remained shut, but her stiff nipples got even stiffer, an excellent sign that he had indeed pierced her disguise.

       For a few brief moments he toyed with the idea of making Marsha his own personal sex slave on a long-term basis, but reality intruded. Harold sighed and told her to swallow his golden offering and do it like a lady, a joke on her for certain. There was no resistance, she swallowed every drop and even smacked her lips. As a reward he emptied the rest of his bladder into her mouth and made her go through the same humiliating routine. To his delight she even opened her eyes this time and looked up at him as she ingested the last of his urine. He reached out and patted her on the head as if she were a dog that just learned a new trick. Then he entered the shower stall and ordered her to begin sucking his cock so he could sodomize her in the shower under a nice warm cascade of water.

       Marsha's ardent sucking paid large dividends, as Harold's prong grew to a rather impressive length and thickness, all the more amazing considering what he had been doing earlier in Carver Cleaver's playpen of an office with Trixie. He turned Marsha around so she could lean her head against the tile wall of the shower stall. He hadn't kissed her for obvious reasons, but now as he thumbed her pointed nipples, he also nuzzled the side of her neck and emboldened by her sharp intake of breath, his teeth clamped down on her ear lobe and Marsha responded by pushing her bottom against his groin and rubbing up and down in search of his stiff prong. He spread her bottom cheeks and nosed the head of his hard rod into that dark recess. His partner groaned loudly over the roar of the water splashing over both of them. Inch by slow inch his prong bored deeper and deeper into her tight butt hole. Finally he was solidly wedged between her cheeks and then the fun began in earnest.

       His partner began moving in rhythm to the slow in and out motion of his hard member. His hands squeezed her small tits harder and harder as he picked up the pace. The minutes passed without any conclusion. Harold was beginning to pay for his excesses earlier today. He began to believe that it was all Trixie's fault for egging him on to that final coupling. His testicles were depleted and it was unlikely that he could generate enough for a reasonable ejaculation. Finally with a sigh of defeat he withdrew from Marsha's tight butthole and announced he was unable to finish what he had started. She was a bit disappointed, but understanding, and so this little tête-à-tête in the shower ended without a result worth mentioning. To his credit Harold made amends as best he could and Marsha could barely stand after his fingers had probed her cunt and turned its insides into a swampy mess of excited flesh. Marsha was now clean inside as well as outside. She rued the fact that he would not be able to take advantage of this situation presently. However it would later lead to a very favorable situation for Marsha.

       After toweling off they adjourned to his bedroom to rest and talk of the future before he drove her home to Andrew. Harold was still excited by the whole idea of becoming involved financially in the establishment of a high-end private club catering to those who had a taste for the darker side of things. He and his wife had discussed such a venture a number of times, but never went further than idle chatter. Now he had the money and connections to be a behind the scenes player in starting such a venture. Between that and the assistance of Marsha and her husband with their connections, there was a reasonable chance that this might become a viable proposition. Marsha was on the verge of shouting to the housetops as he described his idea for her and what role she and Andrew might play. It was then that he showed her what would be expected in the near term.

       " I have a list of possible investors, all of whom will shall we say, want to sample the merchandise. You will be my prize package and I will work you very hard while Andrew develops the other girls for the club. I intend to have you meet with an investor almost every evening and they will use you as they see fit. That was the reason for that nasty episode in the shower this evening. Had you demurred, my concept with you as one of the key players would have ended until I could produce someone else to replace you. I'll also let you know right now that you will on occasion be interacting with a couple where the woman is the more dominant member. Are you ready for that little situation? "

       Little did Marsha know what her husband had in store for her upon her return this evening. Still in all, under the circumstances she was certain she could handle anything that came her way when it came to satisfying potential backers for the establishment Harold just finished describing in broad brush strokes. To seal the deal she offered him her ass once more, but he declined with thanks. Her patron was tired out from the day's activities and so for that matter was Marsha. She suddenly had this overwhelming urge to get into her bed, snuggle up against Andrew and go to sleep. On that note she dressed and accompanied Harold who proceeded to drive her home with the promise to have her first client available no later than the evening after the next.

       She was practically walking on air when she entered their flat and got the surprise of her life. Andrew was lying on the couch, naked and watching a porn video. Kneeling on the floor beside him was a girl perhaps fifteen or sixteen years old. She too was naked, revealing a fairly decent set of tits already, and her head was bobbing up and down as she sucked Andrew's cock. It took a moment for it to sink into her consciousness that this girl sucking her husband's cock with almost professional skill was his younger sister, Rosalyn, now filling out in all the right places. Marsha was struck dumb at this realization. She was watching an incestuous coupling between her husband and his sister and neither looked the slightest bit embarrassed over her appearance. In fact her husband waved to her and introduced his sister, as if she didn't know whom that tramp was. When he spoke she thought she'd faint, then remembered her own promise to Harold that nothing could faze her when it came to achieving her dream.

       " It's about time you came home, Rosalyn got tired of waiting for you, so we started without you. It's just like the old days at home when she was a wild child of thirteen putting out pussy for everyone but her older brother. I think she was even giving dad some head in exchange for looking the other way while she was out trolling for trouser snakes. That simply wouldn't do and so one night I cornered her when our parents were out playing bingo or some such silly game. I threatened her with an old fashioned spanking for openers if she didn't start taking care of me as well. I was amazed at her response, which was to strip to her knickers, kneel on the floor and give me a big grin. It seems she was angling for her big brother for some time, but I was too busy spying on her to notice her efforts."

       " Well that night she sealed the deal. I got not one but two blow jobs and both times she swallowed every drop and smacked her lips for more. After that I sort of became her pimp, at least making sure that no one took too much advantage of a young, up and coming whore to be. It took a few more months before she got up enough nerve to let me fuck her and boy did I ever? She walked funny for days after our first get together. We continued on a regular basis until you came along and Rosalyn backed away and took up with an older guy who treated her fairly decently as best I could figure. "

       Marsha opened and closed her mouth a few times, but nothing came out that made sense. Then Rosalyn introduced herself in a more friendly way. She stood up, her brother's cum glistening on her lips, and sauntered toward her. Before Marsha could react, the teenager gave her a wet kiss and a taste of her husband's cum. The next thing that happened was her fingers working to undress the shocked wife. Her husband took it all in with a small smile on his face. Marsha realized that this scene had been prepared in advance, and was his way of expressing his unhappiness concerning her relationship with Harold Featherstone. Then Andrew stood up and was all business.

       " My sister is joining us at my request. It's fairly obvious that she has the figure and the desire to be a great lady of the evening. Now that this matter is history, why don't you get naked?  Then I'll take some video of you and my sister doing some very naughty things to each other and later on your darling husband as well. Angie will be joining us in about another hour after her shift is done in order to run the camera when it's the three of us. Let's start off with a nice hot sixty-nine and then move into some more naughty positions to show in intimate detail what two loose ladies can do with time on their hands. "

       She acted as if she had become an automaton, allowing Rosalyn to take the lead and take plenty of liberties with her body as they posed for Andrew's camera. When she inserted her tongue into the teenager's quim she immediately encountered evidence that the girl had taken a considerable amount of cum from a source or sources. She was sure much of it was from her husband and this made her want to cry, so unhappy was she at this moment. Rosalyn's tongue was also probing her quim and finding it fresh and clean. That seemed to break the ice between them, and their attention to each other's private parts became quite ardent to the delight of her husband, who moved from one position to another in an effort to capture what was going on in his little flat. For now, Marsha was living in the present and doing her best to give as well as she received. A few minutes later Andrew's camera captured his wife's initial orgasm; a rather massive outpouring that shocked her teenage partner. Then the teenager recovered her senses and quickly returned to the task of getting her companion off again before she too was sent to a lovely place by Marsha's busy tongue and lips.

                       (To be continued - jethro jodhpur)