Honeymoon Squared

                                    Honeymoon Squared - Chapter 7

       Lucinda was still visiting one of the outer planets in our solar system when June stuck her head into our little love nest. For the first time since my return, there was a chance to see just what that bottle-blonde looked like without her clothes. She was totally awesome to put it mildly. Unlike Lucinda, she shaved her pubic hair, making that pussy look like a coin slot. Her tits were damn near perfect when it came to size and shape. I'd already crawled up her legs with my beady eyes when she first entered with Lucinda; they hadn't changed. The idea of nailing her tight, round asshole was still paramount in my list of things to do.

       " O.K. stud, where have you stashed the rest of Lucinda? She looks as brain dead as that prissy cunt you married. "

       My new fuck buddy was still enjoying her trip and I dared not wake her for fear she might force me to launch her for a second visit to wherever she had gone. Was it possible that perhaps June might be willing to engage in a little friendly ass fucking in Lucinda's absence? The look on her cute face said no chance for romance. So far I'd nailed Roxy and my blushing bride, but these two ladies of the evening were playing hard to get with yours truly, which was not what I had anticipated. For a brief moment I thought of telling June to wake her friend and try not to let the door hit them in the ass on their way out. Then I took a closer look at June's hot body and tabled that idea for the moment. What happened next, floored me, but what the hell?

       " Care to make an easy fifty bucks? The old woman needs some cock, but her husband shot his wad for the night. Think you can handle her?  Do a good job and she'll probably double your fee for servicing her. Those two have big bucks and aren't afraid to spend it. "

       You talk about being speechless; this was off scale. Now the whores were pimping me! June sweetened the pot by suggesting she make it a threesome. When I countered with the demand that her tight asshole be part of the deal, she grinned and said yes if I gave her the money the older woman offered for our services. I sighed and nodded my head, realizing that June was a hell of a lot smarter than she appeared at first blush.

       While all this negotiating was talking place at the hotel, Gwen was dutifully paying the first of many installments for her part in the Fun for All mini-riot. It took her back to the good old days when she was a hot boxed, up and cumming tramp of fourteen ready for any amount of strange cock or pussy. Middle school was a happy hunting ground for her, and she had enough notches on her headboard at home to make her mother jealous. She had any number of teachers twisted tightly around her finger, but the ones she really wanted were the tough guys and tougher cunts. A tough guy didn't lose his concentration when she accidentally flashed her new bikini panties with the sheer crotch that showed her shaved pussy. Instead he gigged her for a private afternoon detention starting once classes ended for the day.

       Those were the fun times for Gwen. She knew that her mother had given the school permission to use corporal punishment if she got out of hand. Even at this early age she was beginning to enjoy having her bouncy buns burned with various school approved implements such as the wooden paddle, studded strap and spanking gloves used by most of the tight guys. She loved the thrill of removing her school uniform down to her underwear, always bikinis and push-up bra in white lace, then either bending over the arm of one of the stuffed chairs for her ten or twenty of the best, or best of all, taking a spanking with the glove while she lay over the lap of the tough guy teacher. What made her day would be when the tough guy spanking her got a hard on.

       The tough cunts really knew how to take care of troublemakers, and Gwen was the leader in that category. She flashed her bikinis, passed notes and loudly chewed gum, all part of her scheme for getting attention from the tough cunt teachers, who she worshipped. Rarely did they deign to pay any attention to her antics, but when they did, it meant off school grounds. The routine was a phone call to her mother who always approved of whatever they recommended for Gwen. Roxy was always on the lookout for chances to have the house to herself and the studs that came calling. It was years later before her mother confessed that one of the tough guy teachers sent more than one evening fucking her stupid.

       Rarely was it a one on one session with a tough cunt teacher. They always tried to invite at least one other kindred spirit to straighten out the problem child that was Gwen. Once through the door it was strip to the skin, bend over and grab her ankles and count as her heart shaped ass was beaten with a studded strap or if in season, freshly cut switches that left welts that lasted for a week or more. Afterwards it was time for a little tenderness, a few kisses on her blistered bottom, a walk to the bedroom and under the covers for some serious girl-girl action. To Gwen waking up cuddled against the bare body of a tough cunt teacher who had taken the skin off her ass and then licked her pussy until she saw stars, was a great moment that she wanted to last for weeks or months.

       In a sense what Gwen was enduring in this holding cell for unwanted troublemakers reminded her just a little of those adventures while she was growing up and becoming frigid when it came to sex. She was certainly getting the short course from the police, who mistreated her with great vigor. Currently she was buck naked, kneeling on a pair of batons, her hands cuffed behind her back. She was being challenged by two members of local law enforcement who were taking turns forcing their stiff cocks into her mouth and then seeing how far down her throat they could thrust them before her air was cut off and her face turned blue. They had been at this exercise for the better part of an hour and Gwen's tonsils were sore and the lining of her throat felt as if it had been abraded with sandpaper.

       The arrival on the scene by lieutenant Carol Lauren got everyone's attention in a big hurry, including the pair working on the latest visitor to this hideaway. She had a reputation for being a by the book officer who always knew which way the wind was blowing when it came to police politics. She had been sent to take a first hand look at the cause of the near riot that took place at the Fun for All adult bookstore. The lieutenant's timing was perfect, as Gwen had just brought up her last two meals, splattering some on the trousers of her two tormentors. They in turn were using her face and hair to clean up the mess she had created as well as to punish her for unacceptable behavior. Lt. Lauren was most amused at the sight of the naked teenager getting her just desserts.

       Gwen was quickly dragged by her vomit soaked hair into the interrogation room. At one time this had been a rather large bathroom, which made it an ideal place to "interview" those guilty of interfering with local businesses that provided most of the revenue for the town's infrastructure including the police. Poor naive Gwen was about to pay a very steep price for getting in the way of progress. That was the sole reason for the appearance of the good lieutenant, who was known as the enforcer. With assistance from the two cops Gwen was soon tied tightly to a chair, her back arched, wrists, elbows and biceps roped and pulled together, then joined to the ropes keeping her legs parted and pulled up under the seat of the chair. Two thick straps held her torso against the back of the sturdy chair, completing her bondage.

       She hadn't paid too much attention to the location of her chair, but when the cold water began pouring down on her bare, bound body, the prisoner began shivering and straining to escape her tight bondage. Gwen looked like a half drowned kitten by the time the water was stopped. Photographs were taken of her before she was beaten senseless with rubber hoses by the two angry cops. More photographs followed and then she was revived for another drubbing, with plenty of attention given to her firm tits. By now one eye was swollen shut, her lips were split in a number of places and she had massive bruising of the rest of her face. Her tits were swollen and almost completely covered with bruises ranging from yellow to purple. Other areas of her naked body such as her thighs, ribcage and shoulders were also badly bruised. Her breathing was more like a wheeze and every breath felt as if a knife was being stabbed into her chest. The lieutenant decided her guest needed some time to reflect on the things that brought her to this state. All Gwen could think about was how much she hurt.

       The time allotted to reflection was not free of outside influences, the lieutenant made sure of that. A large vibrator was forced into the bound woman's cunt, adding to her discomfort. Things got really interesting when it was activated and began to churn away deep inside her very tight pussy. At first Gwen was frightened, then as her fuck box accommodated to the intruder, she began to relax and enjoy the stimulation. It certainly took her mind off the damage that had been done to her face and body. Evidently Lt. Lauren grew very annoyed at her attitude, which Gwen did little to disguise. Suddenly she was being slapped across the face with hard and fast blows dealt out by the female law enforcement officer. This was quickly followed by a switch from the vibrator to a police baton that was rammed deep into her twat by one of the male cops. She never had felt such pain in her young life. Then the baton was yanked out, only to be reinserted with even more force and anger on the part of the one doing her. Additional photographs were taken of the baton sticking out from her stuffed cunt.

       Gwen got another cold shower that left her entire body covered with goose bumps. The two cops had just begun to once more drub her tits with the rubber hoses when someone stuck in his head to inform the lieutenant that nearly a dozen law enforcement officers had arrived and were looking for the fresh meat so they could begin to fuck it. It took a few minutes before Gwen tottered from the cold, wet environs of the interrogation room and faced the group of stern-faced police waiting to rape her with anger mixed with enthusiasm. It had been almost a week since fresh cunt to rape and humiliate had been made available.

       June and I walked in on an interesting scene. Roxy had evidently decided that it was not her bedtime yet. Instead she was sucking the cock of the older gentleman I'd seen earlier when I was with Lucinda. His wife was still working the vibrator in and out of his asshole, but for all extents and purposes, he was a dry hole for the rest of the evening. The wife got big eyes when she noticed my semi-hard dick. Roxy was too busy to notice much of anything. June very diplomatically suggested that Roxy and the old man either move to his suite or take our room next door. Lois was all for them going as far away as possible, realizing that she had a good chance of getting laid if she played her cards right. It took some doing but at long last Roxy and the old man, Warren was his name, headed for his suite to continue Mission Impossible III. June put her head together with Lois, Warren's wife, and after a time she looked over to me and smiled. The hard part of the transaction, the fee, had been determined. Now all that was required was yours truly doing the deed and somewhere in the process managing to nail June's ass as well.

       Lois and June wasted no time getting down to the serious business of getting my dick into operating condition. Before I knew what hit me, June's pussy was planted securely onto my face and her mouth was doing a very good impression of a vacuum cleaner on my cock. I stuck my tongue up June's twat and wiggled it around, sort of getting to know her, in the biblical sense. That was moving along quite well when I felt the nose of that vibrator poking against my tight asshole. June giggled when she realized what was happening. I heard some muffled words as the two females discussed what tricks to do to get me hard and very potent. Lois pulled the vibrator away and replaced it with her long, pointy tongue. That I liked, despite the fact that she was twice my age. It didn't take much to get the blood flowing into my cock. It also turned out that June's pussy was mighty tasty, another extra added attraction so to speak.

       Rather than hold people in suspense, I'll provide some of the highlights. First of all I got hard, very hard, in a very short period of time. It was hard to believe that my cock could get that stiff so fast considering all the effort I'd been asked to provide for my many sex partners. So I exaggerated, only Roxy and Gwen got a good ride, but it seemed like more when I factored in all the teasing I got from Lucinda and June. Regardless, Lois got her itch scratched but good. June on the other hand disappeared the moment I blew my load inside Lois. Now that was one grateful lady; unfortunately June had told her I would do her for free. According to Lois, a promise was a promise when it came to paying for sex. She did offer to let me fuck her again if I'd let her rim me. That was her strong suit when it came to getting men ready, even old Warren. I was too tired to take her generous offer to let me fuck her for nothing. However I did make a mental note to throttle June and Lucinda the next time I saw them, even if it was as housekeepers. It may have seemed impolite, but I was wasted after all the excitement of today and tonight. So this cowboy went to the room that had been previously occupied by my darling bride and hit the sack.

                              (To be continued - jethro jodhpur)