I Rose To My Feet And
Our Eyes Locked As She
I Then Took Her In My
Our Kiss Deepened And
Her Hard Nipples Felt
My Stretched Cock Was
She Lay Back Spreading
I Shifted My Knees For
I Pulled My Hips Back
She Wrapped Her Legs
Stuck Inside The Tiny
After That He Just Assumed
He Had Moved From A
The Entire Area Hummed
Renovations John Wondered
Perhaps They Ended Up
The Only Saving Grace
John Also Knew That
Being A Real Lover Of
Her Secret Fantasy Was
After Overhearing That
Each Day He Entered
He Learned To Carry
Just Hearing Her Voice
Unfortunately His Quick
Quietly Stroking Himself
It Was During One Of
Within A Week John Had
Fortunately His Practice
| Once again a strange response overcame me in spite of the torture and anguish I began to feel incredibly aroused. I delighted in seeing the reactions of the men as they followed every movement of my squirming body. Now the man behind moved away and without warning I heard the first crack.
The sound of the whip reached my ears before a split second later a searing stinging pain burned across my buttocks. I yelled as another stroke found its mark and made my body rise and fall while being held impaled on the other man's very stiff penis. My bra was lifted above my breasts and the top of my dress was pulled down to trap my arms. My attention was drawn back to the man in front of me as I realised that now he had removed his lower garments and was holding his erect penis against my slit. Letting a few old men indulge their fetish of spanking my bum was quite different to what this group seemed to want. Somehow the presence of these younger men put things in a different light. The bottle and glass were taken from my hand and still with silent and slow movements I felt my panties being peeled down my legs. The doorbell rang again and to my horror and surprise in walked two more men, younger men, big jet black men. My heart thumped when they grinned at the sight of me being made to show my underwear. For a long two minutes this carried on in silence and I found my own gaze couldn't keep from focusing on the stiff pricks being masturbated in front of me. I was beginning to feel very scared but aroused by the bizarre and unusual manner of this group of sinister looking elderly men.
With glass and bottle still in my hands I felt helpless as fingers popped open the buttons of my dress. A man stood and walking in front of me raised my clothing and holding my apparel bunched in one hand he rubbed between my legs along the crack of my vagina. I was in the middle of the room and was turned to be displayed like the star of a sex show. I heard the unzipping of trousers as some men already felt the need to release their penises from the constraints of their clothing. Going through the motions a hostess usually carries out I offered and poured drinks for my guests. I wasn't prepared for the sudden change of manner, or the aggression that went with it. Hands came round me from behind and held my breasts. There were five others and none of them had much to say when Stan went through the introductions. I was becoming more and more nervous and felt the lustful penetrating eyes of the men burning into me. When he thought about it the idea appealed to him and probably he had thoughts of misbehaving if he got the chance. I wouldn t have minded if he did but I didn t tell him that! It wasn't long before the doorbell rang and my secret visitors entered the house accompanied by Stan and Bill. Now I was beginning to understand the people from the magazines I knew now why something always seemed to be missing with my sex life. I needed more than intercourse and gentle tender loving was not for me. My mind was in a whirl for many days after and as winter was coming on Stan and Bill weren t making frequent visits to do the garden. It took a while to get my head round the events but I had no regrets just a fascination about how pain could turn into an amazing sexually pleasurable experience. My concern now was to make sure my husband didn t find anything out of place and make sure he didn t see me my bottom for a while! Red weals and angry looking blotches would be hard to explain. Stan and Bill were the last to leave after they checked I was OK. Well physically I was but my mental state was another matter. Stan told me to ring him if I needed to talk and Bill gave me a jar of ointment and kissed me tenderly on my cheek. He had regained his sexual urges and pointed his weapon at my mouth. I shouldn t have but I did I opened up and sucked him to climax. With sperm dripping down my chin he looked down and said goodbye and hoped we might meet again.
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