Chapter 25 Arlene Part 4
Final Preparations
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"Pagans interpret being inked as having the mindset required to be committed
to the club. Lots of tattoos are a way of saying I'm leaving the nine to five
world behind permanently," said Aunt Carol that day at lunch.
"Every high school kid you meet these days has a tattoo," I replied.
"True, but of course it didn't used to be that way. When I started out, only
whores, sailors, and outlaw bikers had tattoos. Anyhow, having a tiny little
rose inked on your butt doesn't impress a Pagan. Being heavily inked makes a
statement that the Pagans automatically understand."
I needed more tattoos according to my aunt. There were two problems. They
took some time to get and they weren't cheap. Aunt Carol declared that I needed
butterflies covering my tits and something arty and dramatic across my back. She
and I choose a large image of a naked girl on a bike riding through the
mountains. It would cover my back from shoulder to shoulder. I was careful that
in my street clothes nothing showed but naked I was going to look like a
billboard.
Earl did the butterflies first. I could tell from the way his hands kept
lingering that he liked the feel of my tits. His prurient interest did produce a
terrific result. Both butterflies were gorgeous and the colors were vivid. Aunt
Carol showed me how to shake my tits so it appeared that the butterflies' wings
were moving. I showed that to David on one of our Wednesday afternoons and he
pronounced it instant hardon material.
I'd been concerned that some of the suits I dated would decide that tattoos
were too declasse even for a whore they occasionally took to dinner in return
for a fuck. I was surprised. They loved to see those butterfly wings flutter
just as much as my boss.
I had some fun with my butterfly titties. Earl liked to joke about how my
nipples got hard when he was inking the butterflies.
"I can tell they're glad to see me," commented Earl as he inked the design
into my left breast.
"They are glad to see you and they'll be glad to get this over. It does hurt
you know."
"No gain without the pain," replied Earl philosophically
The elaborate tattoo on my back would take three visits to complete. On the
first visit of the three, Earl decided to barter.
"That's $1600 or we could work something out," said Earl watching me as I took
off my top. I wasn't shy anymore about being naked in front of strangers. David
had complained the week before about my expense reimbursements requests.
"Bike riding clothes and leasing the bike are okay but tattoos, the paper's
never reimbursed anybody for getting tattooed," said David. "Accounting looked
at me like I had two heads for approving it."
"I thought you said they were sexy."
"I did and they are. But Accounting says they are permanent and you can enjoy
them forever. So they don't see why the newspaper should pay for them."
"I have to be inked if I'm to fit in."
"Well, I'll try again but I think this is one expense that's going to have to
come out of your pocket."
So when Earl suggested we work something out, I was interested.
"What did you have in mind?" I remembered something I'd learned in a
self-improvement seminar sponsored by the paper on the "Art of Negotiation".
Supposedly the first person that names a price is at a disadvantage.
"It'll take three sessions. First two sessions, you suck me off when you get
here and fuck me before you leave. Third session, which is just for touchup, we
schedule for next Friday. Afterwards, you come over to my house for the weekend.
My sister, Sheena, and her husband Troy will join us and we'll party until
Sunday then you can leave."
I suppose Earl had read me correctly if he figured I would trade sex. There
are times I wondered whether the only difference between a full time prostitute
and me is that I had a day job. I was fucking David to keep my day job and a
couple of married men who took me out for the occasional dinner. One of my
married partners was in sales and he frequently fixed me up with his clients and
buddies knowing I was willing to put out they bought the steak. Doing Earl for
skin art was not out of my scope. Besides I thought Earl was kind of cute in a
fatherly way.
"That's a lot of fucking for $1600," I responded.
"Well suit yourself, cash or pussy which is it?"
"Unzip your pants and sit down." I wasn't much of a negotiator. Besides I
needed to get used to that type of 'who cares' sex if I was going to be an
undercover Pagan. Carol had mentioned putting out for gasoline so I could call
screwing Earl for skin art part of my training.
Contributing to my dilemma was that I pretty much always wanted to be fucked
and Earl looked like the kind of male animal that would make it enjoyable.
Earl produced a completely tattooed cock and I mean completely. There wasn't
an inch of skin on his cock that wasn't inked except for the cock head. (God
that must have hurt.)
Earl's was also the first cock I sucked (and later fucked) that was pierced.
He called it a 'Prince Albert' named after Queen Victoria's husband. There was a
curved bar with one end exiting out the piss hole and the other end out the
bottom side. I wondered whether you had to take a general anesthetic to have
that done. I always wished I had taken the time to check out the historical
accuracy of the name of the piercing. I don't know much about Queen Victoria but
the idea of a royal consort having a curved metal bar through the head of his
penis is a stretch.
The 'Prince Albert' did not interfere with Earl's blowjob and before long I
felt a warm spurt of jism flood my mouth as I sucked away. I rated Earl's cum as
sweet. I read somewhere that gay guys say that diet impacts the taste. Eating
strawberries and citrus fruit is supposed to give it a good flavor. Sometimes
I'm amazed at the way facts related to sex have stuck with me all these years.
Don't ask me the state capitals though.
Afterwards I learned that the 'Prince Albert' created a quite different
sensation when it's rubbing along your cunt walls. Because my back was sore from
the tattoo, I mounted Earl on his table in the cowgirl position and gingerly
slid his sizeable pierced cock inside me. I like cowgirl because I can control
the amount of clitoral stimulation by rubbing my pubic bone against the guy's
pubic mound. I can also use my fingers and it gives the guy access to my tits
that have their own craving for the attention of male hands. (Why is it that
guys who have rough callused hands like construction workers are the best at
making a girl's motor run just by grabbing a nipple between tow hard callused
fingers?) Besides Earl was not exactly lean and bearing his weight would make
it hard to breathe.
As soon as I had Earl's steel accessorized man meat inside me, I realized I
was onto something good. Let me just say, you can feel those little round metal
balls on the ends of the curved bar as the travel up and down your cunt. And
they feel real good.
I wondered if Cosmopolitan had ever published an article about how great a
vaginal orgasm can be when you're a regular with Tantric Yoga and keggle
exercises and the prick inside you couldn't get past a metal detector. (I always
meant to ask Earl what he did when he flew.)
Anyway, I went slightly insane ridding up and down Earl's cock. He was doing
an excellent job of squeezing my nipples as we fucked.
"Oh God, why didn't anyone tell me what a good fuck this is." I was moaning
and twisting.
"I can see Arlene likes a little steel in her cunt," said Earl as she pushed
upward to meet me.
When I felt Earl shoot his load, I let everything I had go and finished in a
screaming climax that shook the walls. It was a good thing Earl didn't have any
customers in his waiting room. It took me several minutes to recover to the
point where I could climb off. When I looked down there were little spots of my
blood on Earl's cock. I don't know whether the real Prince Albert had a pierced
dick but if he did I now understood why Queen Victoria mourned him all those
years.
We did the second part three days later. My cunt was hungry for a more of the
Prince Albert treatment and I'd pleasured myself at home with my favorite dildo
while I fantasized that Earl was inside me with those metal balls raking my cunt
wall. Earl must have been anticipating too because he quickly delivered up his
load after I had only been sucking for a brief time. The fuck was great too. I
didn't want to quit.
"Let me get you hard again. I like the way you feel inside me."
"You like my hardware, don't you?"
"Like it? I love it. It feels so different when it's inside me."
"Next Friday night deal doesn't change. I told Sheena and Troy you'd be there.
They're looking forward to it."
"Friday stays the same. I just want some more of that pierced cock right now."
"Eat my ass that always gets me hard for a second fuck, " said Earl being
helpful and making the effort to find out just how far I would go.
In my experience, men are very anal. Sure, we girls like a finger in our ass
during oral sex and occasionally something larger but the average guy thinks
he's reached the Promised Land when a girl's tongue touches that little brown
wrinkled sphincter muscle and probes it open. I never met a guy who objected to
my tongue or finger inside his butt.
There was a circle about three inches in diameter surrounding Earl's asshole
that was one of the few places on his body not covered with ink. It's fair to
say I'd gotten into the nasty side of sex. None of my girl friends would ever
admit sober they got a thrill from working their tongue up the butt hole of a
man. However after several beers and we decide to talk dirty, it's not uncommon
for them to own up that rimming the guy's ass is pretty much SOP. Eating butt
is not hygienic and maybe that's what I like about it. No matter how much a butt
is washed, there's always a little bit of a shit smell and usually some poo
lurking in a crevice somewhere.
Well, Earl wasn't Mr. Clean so I found myself licking off streaks of dried
shit that surrounded his brown hole. Of course, it helps if you tell someone
like Earl what you're doing. Men are so into girls who can verbalize their
nastiest yearnings.
"I like a man who doesn't wipe his ass. Your hole is all smeared with shit.
I'm licking it off and eating it. It tastes yummy."
"How does it taste, you filthy shit eating whore?" said Earl a man that firmly
believed in degradation and graphic repartee.
"It tastes like shit. God, I love the taste of your shit. I'm glad you don't
wipe your ass. Your butt hairs are all matted with tiny beads of shit."
Actually, Earl wasn't all that dirty but as they like to say, "The mind is the
largest sex organ." Convincing him I was down there chewing his turds would have
the effect I was looking for.
"Eat it, eat my dingle berries, you bitch, eat it like a shit eating dog."
"Feel that, Earl, I got you butt hole open. Now, I'm going to eat hot turds
right out of your shit hole. Push one out so I can chew it up and swallow it."
"You are a shit pig, Arlene. Only a turd sucking bitch dog like you would put
your tongue up my ass to suck the shit out."
As you can tell it was a conversation intended to endear us to one another.
Actually I had grown fond of Earl in a certain way. He was a tattooed, pussy
loving pig who liked his sex hot and nasty. I could relate to that.
Earl was grunting and trying to produce a warm one for me to eat but all he
managed to come up with was a fart that practically stained my face brown. Earl
was a big guy and there was enough swamp gas in his gut to cook a full meal for
a family of five. I inhaled deeply drawing the brown cloud into my lungs. I was
fingering my clit with one hand, stroking Earl's hardening cock with one hand
and sucking and blowing air in and out of his open asshole with my mouth. I was
more than ready for penetration by his metal adorned cock. I climbed aboard for
a second cowgirl fuck.
This one lasted a while. I contracted my cunt walls as I rode that piece of
studded man meat to one hell of a climax. It was an eyes roll back in your head
while you feel the planet shake climax that caused me to lose bladder control
and piss all over Earl's belly and cock. He loved the part when I sprayed girl
pee all over him.
"You are one wild fuck, Arlene, how old were you when you lost your cherry?"
asked Earl afterwards as we relaxed and shared a joint.
"Fourteen."
"Who did the honors?"
"My brother."
"Damn, that'll be something you and my sister, Sheena, have in common. I
busted hers when she was twelve. She was so small and tight I like to never have
gotten it inside her. I had to tie her down to keep her still."
"Must have hurt."
"My little pecker wasn't that big. I was only thirteen but Daddy climbed on
as soon as I got off and that made her squeal. He knocked her up too but she
lost the baby."
"What are the four of us going to do this weekend?" I was curious.
"Smoke some dope, some BDS&M if Troy and Sheena are in the mood, Troy and I
like to watch girls getting nasty. You like pussy?"
"Sure, I like to eat pussy." My experience was limited to Aunt Carol and Myrna
but I was ready for more. I rationalized that engaging in bisexuality was
another step in getting ready to work undercover with the Pagans and Amazons.
"Well, you should have a good time then."
Friday night came. Earl and I didn't have sex at his place of business. He
touched up my back, nothing major. He said he wanted to save it for when the
four of us were together. He talked about his plans as he worked on my back.
"Sheena and Troy want to start with BDSM, you know what that is?"
"Bondage, Discipline, Sadism, Masochism," I replied, "But BDSM is a lot of
different things, what do they do in particular?"
"Shit, I always wondered what BDSM stood for. I thought it was just a fancy
word for hurting people then having sex with them."
"So what do Sheena and Troy like to do?"
"He ties her up, whips her and makes her yell. Hurts her tits and pussy. She
loves that."
"So what do we do?"
"Troy wants you to help him hurt Sheena. I like a little pain myself. You and
he can work on my sister and me. Of course, we'll do a lot of straight fucking
too."
It turned out that Earl lived in a restored Victorian right outside
Manchester. The place was fully decorated with antique New England furniture. It
looked too nice and too fragile for the likes of Earl but I was wrong. He showed
me through the place describing certain pieces he was especially proud of. He
could tell you the maker, the date of manufacturer and why the piece was
considered valuable. I wasn't sure how antique collecting and inking were
related but Earl could handle both. After the house tour, Earl announced that we
were going into the basement.
"Troy and Sheena are already down there. I hope we haven't missed much," said
Earl leading the way down the basement stairs. When I reached the bottom of the
stairs, I paused to take everything in. Earl had created a reasonable facsimile
of a dungeon. It was a full basement with a laundry room in one corner. There
was a workshop in another corner that appeared to be equipped for restoring
antiques. But fully half of the basement was outfitted as an S&M dungeon. There
were various furnishings like a whipping bench similar to one that belonged to a
guy I used to date, a wall containing whips and other pain related instruments.
There were overhead hooks and metal racks to suspend the slaves for punishment
powered by an electric hoist. There was also an area that was tiled like you
would find in a bathroom. I got turned on the minute I took a look at Earl's
dungeon. It was my first comprehensive BDSM experience and I was both excited
and a little scared about participating.
Seated on a bench was a man dressed up in a leather outfit that unmistakably
signified he was a dominant master. Kneeling beside him was a petite little
brunette who was naked as the day she was born except for a dog collar.
"Sheena and Roy, meet Arlene," said Earl starting to undress.
"Nice to meet you Arlene, are you submissive or dominant?" asked Troy.
"I'm not sure, I suppose dominant," was all I could reply. The question had
never come up before. But I did know I liked to give pain more than receive it.
"Have you ever been spanked or spanked someone?"
"Both. I dated a guy who liked me to spank him before we screwed. He liked to
be whipped too. I'd also had my fanny whacked a few times during intercourse."
"Which one made your pussy wet?"
"I suppose doing the spanking. The redder his butt, the more I wanted to smack
it."
"A dominatrix, I figured that one right," announced Earl.
"This is going to be fun. Sheena here is submissive, aren't you, you little
slut?"
"Yes, Master Roy," replied the kneeling Sheena who never looked up as she
spoke.
"And old Earl here is as submissive as they come and a first class pain pig,"
announced Troy.
"All right, if you say so. I've never really done any S&M, But I'm ready to
give it a whirl," I replied.
"Good, this is going to be a very educational weekend. We'll test your limits
in ways that you never imagined. Go over to the rack and pick out a dominatrix
outfit. I'll get our slaves ready for training." Troy gestured toward a nearby
pipe rack containing leather fetish wear.
I was having second thoughts about the weekend. I wasn't sure I wanted to
participate in the BDSM scene. Actually, I'd never really thought much about
S&M. I know there are people who live the lifestyle 24/7 but I'd never had any
first hand contact with them. However, I agreed to spend the weekend to pay for
my tattoo and there was no way I could give it back. Besides, S&M was only to be
a part of the weekend. I planned to get all of Earl's pierced cock I could
handle.
I found a one-piece leather garment that fit. It was cut high on the thighs.
My butt cheeks were exposed and my boobs poked out the top. Three snaps closed
the crotch. I stripped down and put the unitard on. There was a pair of
ridiculously high-heeled leather boots that as luck would have it were in my
size. I disappeared a minute into the dungeon's bathroom to tease my hair out. I
added a leather bracelet as an accessory. When I looked in the mirror, I
remarked, "you are one scary bitch."
"We'll start by cleaning these slaves out," said Troy. In my absence, Earl had
stripped naked and was kneeling on the floor beside Sheena. They looked kind of
odd. Earl was big, tattooed head to foot, and maybe one hundred pounds
overweight. Sheena had a sweet little girl face and skinny body. There was a
slight family resemblance but not much. I guessed Sheena weighed in total about
the same, as Earl was overweight.
We lead our slaves over to a part of the dungeon that had the tile floor and a
depressed floor drain. There were two low-to-the-ground benches for the slaves.
Both had obviously been there before because they knelt down on all fours on the
benches with their ass in the air and their heads down. There was a metal rack
hanging from the ceiling. Troy cuffed their hands and feet to the benches.
Everything had been designed with considerable forethought. There were rings on
the bench legs to manacle the slaves arms and legs.
"Ever give an enema before, Mistress Arlene?" asked Troy.
"No, Master Troy," was all I could manage to reply. I was smart enough to
understand that a lot of S&M has to do with role-playing. Just act the part and
you're half way there.
"Well, just follow me. You can do Earl first then we switch," said Troy as he
handed me a large rubber douche bag.
"Hospital grade, three quart bag," said Troy. He was definitely into passing
on his encyclopedic knowledge.
I followed him over to a laundry sink. He played with the taps until he got
the water adjusted then he filled the enema bag. He indicated that I should fill
mine. As I did, I realized how hot the water was. It felt scalding. When my bag
was full, Troy made me hold it while he squirted something out of a squeeze
bottle into the enema bag.
"Castile soap, it'll irritates the bowel and makes them desperate to shit
their brains out, shake it up to mix it," said Troy informatively.
As instructed, I hung the full bag on the rack over Earl's upturned butt. Troy
then appeared with two identical strange looking devices. It had two black
squeeze bulbs that looked like those my doctor used to take my blood pressure.
There was even these little buttons for releasing the air. There were also two
odd-looking wrinkled rubber pouches one of which was pointed on the end. They
were called expanders. I listened intently to Troy's instructions.
"This is a double Bartholin rectal retention plug. First you attach this
anodized aluminum nozzle to the end of the tubing like so. Then you apply K-Y to
Earl's butt hole," said Troy as he squeezed some K-Y jelly onto my fingers that
I promptly applied to Earl's anus. I like the way it feels to slip your fingers
inside a man's rectum. Their anal ring grips you so strongly. I used my fingers
to lubricate and loosen him up.
"Now lubricate the nozzle and slide that sucker in as far as you can get it."
Earl was taking deep breaths as I pushed this one-inch thick and four inches
long nozzle completely inside his rectum.
"Now, lubricate the expander with the pointed end and slide that into his old
A-hole. Make sure the other expander's tight up against his butt."
I managed to complete my assignment to Troy's satisfaction.
"Now, let's pump him up," said Troy squeezing one black bulb while he gave me
the other to pump. Earl started breathing louder and moaned a couple of times.
Troy checked the connections once again then I helped him prep Sheena. Little
Sheena was taking deep breaths and letting out little mewling sounds that
reminded me of a kitten in pain.
"Tighter than a frog's butt," was Troy's comment when we were done with
Sheena.
The next and final step was to attach the tubing from the bag to the tube
hanging out Earl's ass.
"Push the flow meter to one quarter," directed Troy. I responded by turning
the plastic wheel to the one-quarter mark. Nothing happened for a moment other
than I heard the sound of water gurgling. Earl started moaning and Sheena began
to whine that it hurt.
"Castile soap really does the trick, you start cramping right away," commented
Troy, "Move the flow control to half."
Going to half produced an almost immediate reaction from our two submissives.
They began to moan and whine louder. They both started rubbing their belly
against the bench.
"You never had an enema?" asked Troy making conversation as he walked over and
felt my tits.
"Not that I can recall."
"Some people say they'll keep you healthy, clean out the bad stuff stuck in
your intestines. Lot of health nuts claim they're a secret to long life. I read
once where they say that a mature adult has a pound and a half of undigested
beef in his intestines that won't come out unless you take a high colonic.
That's a medical enema. Of course, the kind we're giving hurts like hell."
I could see and hear evidence of that. As the three quarts emptied into their
intestines, they began to moan loudly. Sheena made more of a whimper. I could
see her tightening and untightening her tiny fists. Her belly was swollen and
you could see a film of sweat on her back and legs. The surprising thing was
that tiny little Sheena was taking three quarts just like Earl. Maybe it was a
women's rights issue.
"Unsnap your crotch and let's allow them to service their masters," said Troy
as he opened a leather flap covering his cock. I was in heaven. Troy had a
double Prince Albert. I had to restrain myself from flopping on my back and
begging him for a fuck.
I unsnapped my crotch and presented my pussy to Earl. In spite of the
considerable pain from having three quarts of hot soapy water in his guts, he
managed to begin slowly licking my clit. If I listened closely I could hear
Earl's intestines rumble. He was dripping sweat.
"Let's switch," announced Troy coming over to stick his cock in Earl's mouth.
I hadn't figured a rough tattooed biker type like Earl for bisexuality but I was
wrong. Earl took Troy's cock in his mouth and sucked on it like it was something
he did every other day.
"We make them hold it for ten minutes," announced Troy eyeing the business
style clock on the wall. I imagine that ten minutes is a lifetime when there's
three quarts of hot water laced with Castile soap sloshing around in your
bowels. Both Earl and Sheena were dripping sweat and groaning.
After a while, Troy and I started making out while Earl and Sheena sweated in
agony. He was sucking my tongue, playing with my tits, and fingering my pussy.
He looked over at the clock and noted that ten minutes had passed.
"Lick my fingers clean, you little slut," said Troy presenting his fingers
coated with my pussy juice to his wife. She carefully licked away. We allowed
them to get up and walk over to the floor drain. When we pushed the silver
buttons releasing the expander, they literally blew the apparatus out of their
assholes like it was jet propelled. Both of them squatted in the floor and shit
themselves empty. I guess that was the humiliation part. We made the two of them
perform oral sex on us while their assholes squirted the contents of their
bowels into the drain. God did it smell bad.
Troy filled up the enema bags and we repeated the process three times. While
we let the enema torture their insides, Troy and I made out to where I was hot
enough to climax from his fingering my clit. While we were waiting the
obligatory ten minutes for the fourth and last enema he used a dildo on me and I
climaxed like a woman who was desperate to cum.
"You sure needed that one Arlene. I think you can get off hurting people,"
opinioned Troy.
Giving four enemas took over an hour. By the time, we were done, the enema
water looked clear enough to drink, as it existed their butt holes.
We hosed them down and let them use a towel to dry off. Troy manacled Sheena
to an X-shaped cross and Earl to a kneeling bench that pushed his butt into the
air. He fitted a rubber ball gag in their mouth that buckled behind their head.
"Let's start with paddling their butts," said Troy offering me a leather
paddle that had a two-foot handle and a set of metal studs embedded in the
business end.
"Make them sing," said Troy as he landed a good hard swat on Earl's butt. I
did the same for Sheena. I followed Troy in picking up the energy level until I
was swinging for the fence. Sheena and Earl were sounding out muffled cries of
pain each time a blow landed. You could see their skin compress when the paddle
landed. I discovered something about myself that night. I enjoyed causing pain.
My pussy was absolutely dripping by the time Troy called a halt to the paddling
and exchanged my paddle for a multi-stranded whip he called a flogger.
Now the paddle hurt like hell but the flogger was on a different level when it
came to pain. Their loud grunts and yelps turned to shrieks and screams when the
flogger landed on their backsides. It was scream time in the basement dungeon.
Earl, who I thought was a tough nut, was begging me to stop after the tenth or
so blow by the flogger. We didn't flog them long. Troy started using poppers to
keep our slaves alert and sensitive to the pain.
After the flogging, we let them take a break. I sucked Troy's cock during the
intermission. He had a nice cock. It seemed awfully large for a diminutive girl
like Sheena but I guess she had learned to take it. He deposited a warm load in
my mouth and I shared it with Sheena and Earl. Sheena greedily sucked her
husband's jism out of my mouth. Earl took what was left.
Troy announced it was time to work on the sub's front side. We manacled them
to dungeon wall in a spread eagle position that barely allowed their feet to
touch the ground. Troy applied some vicious looking clamps to Sheena's nipples.
He sucked her buds and teased them out long then looked straight into her eyes
as he let each clamp snap shut on her flesh. Sheena let out a long hiss of air
as the sharp tiny teeth of the alligator clamps bit into her areola. Troy
attached several fishing weights to each clamp. My God that looked painful.
There were drops of blood along the edges of each clamp.
For Earl's tit torture, he used a different approach. He started off by using
a candle to heat up two glass suction cups. He used these to create a suction
that drew into the glass bowl a fist size portion of Earl's fat man titties.
Once he had Earl's nipples extended a couple of inches into the glass tube, he
quickly released the pressure, removed the glass bulb and slapped on a clamp
that looked like it came from a pair of cables you use to jump start a car. Earl
let out a lusty scream as clamp number one was applied and a second louder one
when the second one bite down into his vacuumed created super nipples.
"Suck her clit," directed Master Troy and I fell to work on Sheena's little
love button. I applied a lot of suction and got it nicely extended. Troy grabbed
it as soon as I pulled my mouth off it. He pulled it out like he was going to
rip it off and let a larger alligator clip surround it right at the base. Sheena
screamed in pain.
"Go ahead and scream bitch," spoke a delighted Troy, "I love to make the
little slut holler"
"Suck his cock till its hard," was my next command. I used a combination of my
excellent tongue work and a finger in the ass to get Earl hard. After Earl's
cock was fully erect, Master Troy tightened an elastic loop around the base of
his balls. There was no way the blood was going to evacuate Earl's shaft. Then
Troy decorated Earl's penis with a paper clamp right on the tip. I actually
winced when he did that. I've been around enough pricks to know they are
sensitive. I would think having a paper clamp applied to the tip has got to be
painful to the max.
"Now, we'll stretch his balls," announced my S&M mentor. He attached a leather
collar around Earl's balls then applied fishing weights until I thought they
were going to rip off. Earl's nuts were stretched down toward the floor. Troy
tied a line to the end of the clamp to pull Earl's peter upward while the collar
pulled his balls downward. Earl was letting out little screams of pain around
the ball gag.
"You ever put a zipper on?" asked Troy handing me a dozen clothes pins
connected together with a piece of strong twine.
"No, show me," I replied. I was definitely turned on by what we were doing. I
rubbed my hand over Sheena's tortured tits and flicked the clamps to make them
hurt more. Jesus this was so fucking hot I was ready to cum just watching her
and Earl endure all that hurt.
I watched as Troy applied the clothespins in a straight line to the loose skin
of Earl's inner thigh. I did the same to Sheena. Next was a zipper to the other
thigh. The third and fourth zippers went on the fleshy skin of the underarms.
Finally we did a pattern on their chests.
"While they suffer, they can watch us fuck," announced Troy when we were done.
We walked over to a nearby couch and fucked for almost an hour. Troy screwed me
in several different positions and I took full advantage of his double Prince
Albert. He even persuaded me to try in the ass. You could feel those metal balls
moving along the walls of your rectum as he pumped your butt. I climaxed long
and hard when he put his load deep inside my bowels.
Troy was one of those lucky men who could dump a load and be ready to go again
in ninety seconds. Sometimes, there's nothing better than a good long fuck where
you keep changing positions and the guy keep it hard and you can't get enough of
it.
When we finally went back to Earl and Sheena, they had definitely suffered.
Without the ball gags, they would have been screaming their heads off. They were
breathing heavily and there was a puddle of sweat under both of them. Earl had
pissed himself.
"This is how you get a zipper off," said Troy as he took one end of the twine
and jerked a dozen clothespins at once off Earl's thigh. Earl looked distressed
to say the least. He twisted and writhed as blood flooded back into the
capillaries under the now missing clothespins. I pulled one of Sheena and I
thought she was going to pull the wall down she reacted so violently. "Damn,
this is fun," I recalled thinking. We removed the rest of the zippers then the
clamps.
"How was it?" Troy asked Earl when we were done and Earl was seated beside
Sheena drinking from a clear plastic bottle of some sports drink.
"Damn fine, I thought I'd go out of my mind," responded Earl.
"My clit's still burning," added Sheena, "I love it when it hurts like that."
I guess BDSM is never going to be my thing like it is theirs. I'm definitely
more into giving pain than getting it. If my husband had done to me what Troy
had done to Sheena, I would have either killed him or divorced him, probably
both. But she and Earl were pleased. We spent the rest of the night engaged in
more normal sex. I remember eating Sheena's pussy while the two guys filled my
ass and pussy.
"Pass the K-Y," seemed to be the operative term of the evening. Towards
midnight we were all exhausted and the four of us cuddled up in an antique bed
and went to sleep.
We spent the rest of the weekend engaged in regular sex. If you can call
regular, a group grope of four people practicing every sexual position with each
other they can imagine. Sheena and I hit it off sexually. We ate each other out
while Earl and Troy watched then joined in. Things got nasty. I remember Troy
kept pulling his cock out of Sheena's ass for me to suck. We did some water
sports and I swallowed enough piss to give you that full rounded feeling.
Saturday afternoon, the guys made us dress up in very short skirts with no
panties and tank tops without bras. We drove to the regional mall. I wasn't sure
what Earl and Troy had in mind until they bought us lunch in the food court.
"Flashing time, see that family at the table directly in front of you." Earl
spoke to me in a low voice that only we four could hear. I looked over to see a
nuclear family of mother, father, and teenage son and daughter. They were
placing the content of their trays on the table preparing to sit down.
"Show the daddy your puss," said Earl.
I was just crazy enough to open my legs in a way that permitted my cunt to be
viewed. I pretended not to be paying attention to anything but eating my lunch
and talking with everyone as I let Daddy "shoot my squirrel" as the boys used to
say at East Manchester HS. I was wearing dark glasses that allowed me to
occasionally glance in Daddy's direction. The son had a good view of my snatch
and he was trying not to be too obvious as he took furtive glances in my
direction. I found myself getting turned on by the experience. In a few short
weeks, I'd gone from someone who was rather modest to a girl who could get her
glands flowing by letting total strangers view her gash. Once I caught the
Mother taking a good look at me. Surprisingly, it wasn't a look of disapproval
on her face but one of desire. I guess Mom's like to fantasize about pussy
almost as much as guys. Sheena was busily flashing a table in the opposite
direction.
It turned out that the table that Sheena was exposing her cooze to was two
teen-age couples. The girls took offense at what Sheena was doing because when
Sheena and I decided to visit the Ladies Room, they followed us.
"I don't like it when some whore shows my boyfriend her diseased cunt," said
the taller of the girls as soon as the four of us were in the head. The two
looked like the kind that didn't mind a fight. I'd done my share of girl fights
at East Manchester HS. In fact I beat the shit out of Connie Trabert after she
caught me fucking her boyfriend at a party and decided to make an issue of it.
I'd spent my time at Bruce McCrory's School of Martial Arts and considered
myself fully capable in the manly arts of self-defense. The problem was that
Sheena was one hundred pounds soaking wet and both these girls were my size. In
fact, the one doing the talking looked to be a little bit larger than me. I was
considering trying to talk our way out of it when Sheena spoke up.
"Eat shit, bitch," said diminutive little Sheena thereby resolving the issue
of whether matters were going to become physical.
The taller girl rushed forward and the fight began. I was worried that
Sheena's opponent would quickly put her out of action leaving me to deal with
the two of them. I saw a good beating in my immediate future.
I was grappling with mine when all of a sudden a foot came up between her legs
from behind. The blow landed with a pleasing smack on her pussy causing her to
immediately grab her sex in pain. Her face had that look a woman gets when her
clit has been dealt a serious and agonizing blow. That provided me the
opportunity to land a vicious punch on her mouth that not only snapped her face
to the side but also had the pleasing effect of sending two of her molars
scooting across the tile floor leaving a thin trail of blood. I glanced over to
see that Sheena's opponent was down for the count not moving. At that moment,
little Sheena spun through 360 degrees as she leaped four feet off the ground
and landed her foot on the other side of the girl's face. More teeth escaped
their sockets and the girl crumpled to the floor landing face first on her nose.
There was a loud crack as her proboscis impacted the tile floor. This was
followed by a flow of that thick red blood that having your nose busted seems to
produce.
I was ready to declare victory and exit the Ladies Room but Sheena had other
plans.
"Let's strip them," said Sheena grabbing one of the girl's sneakers and
twisting it off. I followed Sheena's lead. It takes some tugging and pulling to
undress a comatose female who is lying on the floor, especially when their jeans
are so tight they're like a second skin. Sheena and I were both sweating by the
time the two were naked and bleeding. Once again I figured we were done and
prepared to leave but Sheena had other ideas.
"Must be something else we can do," said Sheena. I wasn't quite sure that
something else was necessary. Both girls were knocked out and in need of some
expensive dental work not to mention a nose splint plus they were stark naked in
the Ladies Room at a mall. I thought Sheena and I were way past even.
She walked over to a gray metal door labeled 'Janitor's Closet' and attempted
to open it. It was locked and I thought that was it; but then Sheena whips a
small leather wallet out of her back pocket and starts to pick the lock.
"Did Earl tell you our daddy was a locksmith?" asked Sheena as she quickly
opened the door and tuned on the light.
"No, he didn't mention it," I replied. Earl and I were just fuck buddies. Our
relationship hadn't progressed to the point of asking what each other's parents
did.
"Help me drag them in here," said Sheena talking the arm of one of our victims
and pulling her toward the closet. I grabbed the other arm. We got both girls
inside the closet.
"Let's roll them over on their stomachs," said Sheena handing me a roll of
duct tape. That particular closet had a case of the tape in a corner. I'd always
heard that duct tape is the janitor's friend. Imitating Sheena I taped their
hands and feet. We rolled them over again so they were resting on their arms
that were taped behind their backs. Sheena slapped a strip of tape across a
bloody mouth and I did the same. At this point I figured we were really done but
not Sheena.
She looked around, spied two large mop buckets in a corner and smiled. These
were those square yellow buckets on four wheels that have "Caution Wet Floor" on
two sides in English and the same in Spanish on the other two sides. You've seen
them. They're all over the place.
This is going to be so cool," said Sheena as she rolled the buckets to the two
prostrate girls.
"Ever hear the expression, tit in a wringer," asked Sheena? The buckets were
equipped with a small hand cranked set of two rollers that the janitors used to
squeeze the water out of the mop. I immediately understood what Sheena
intended. Sheena was not only a very capable fighter she was also very creative.
My respect for her grew by leaps and bounds as I placed the mop bucket on one of
the girl's chest and turned it on its side. I placed her nipples between the
rollers and turned the hand crank. I would have guessed my girl as a B maybe C
cup. What slowly appeared on the other side of the rollers was something that
resembled two very large and thin blue berry pancakes. When I had turned the
handle as far as I could, her eyes popped wide open as she came to. Needless to
say, she was extremely unhappy when she realized that her tits were in a mop
wringer and looked liked a pizza. She was trying to scream through her gag and
her heels were rapidly taping against the floor.
"Need some help," said Sheena who was trying to squeeze the water from a pair
of D cups. It took all our combined strength before we managed to crank those
boobs through that narrow opening. Sheena held the bucket and tits in place
while I used one foot to stand on the crank handle. Slowly the boobs squeezed
through the rubber rollers. Her nipples were as big as silver dollars and just
as flat. Their color was also blue berry. I always wondered if they eventually
resumed their previous shape and color.
Both girls were awake and flopping around on the floor trying to dislodge
their boobs from what must have been a torture worthy of the Spanish
Inquisition. I turned to leave when once again Sheena spoke up.
"Let's not forget what we came her to do," said the female Torquemada as she
squatted and straddled the girl's face, pulled her skirt up and let loose a
stream of yellow piss.
Well we had gone to the Ladies Room to tinkle so I followed suit. I covered my
victim from head to pussy making sure her hair and cunt were saturated.
We'd been incredibly lucky that no one else had entered the restroom. Sheena
must have been out of torture ideas because this time we really left. She turned
out the light and used her set of picks to relock the door. Sheena put a
"Restroom Closed" sign that she had found in the Janitor's Closet on the
restroom door and we walked away laughing like loons. We dumped their clothes in
a nearby garbage can.
After we returned from the Ladies Room, the guys decided to let Sheena and I
walk through the mall several steps ahead of them. We'd get in front of a family
and then one of us would accidentally drop her keys or purse then bend over at
the waist to pick it up. The family would get a nice view of our pussy as we
retrieved the item from the floor.
While I know it sounds stupid, flashing people got me turned on. As soon as we
got back in Earl's Ford Explorer SUV, Sheena, Troy, and myself got in the back
seat and fucked like people possessed. I came the instant Sheena put her hot
little mouth on my clit and she returned the favor when I took her love button
between my lips. We sucked Troy off on the ride back. If you have asked me
beforehand if exhibitionism was a turn on for Arlene Fairchild, I would have
said no. But there was just something about letting total strangers stare at
your cunt in a public place that got me hot as hell. I also enjoyed beating the
shit out of the two girls and the things we did to them. All right, I never said
I was a nice person.
Sheena and I got together after Saturday night dinner for some girl on girl
loving. Earl and Troy were watching the Bruins game. Hockey is the preferred
sport of the biker world for some reason. I suspect it has to do with the
fights. Sheena shared with me her rather unusual introduction to sex.
"Did Earl mention that he was my first," asked Sheena?
"Yes, my brother was my first also," I replied not wanting her to think I
considered her some kind of pervert.
"I was eleven when Earl popped my cherry. Daddy caught us doing it in my
bedroom."
"Was he mad?"
"Only that he didn't get to do me first."
"So what did he do?"
"Threw Earl out of the room and hopped on me himself. Daddy used Earl's spunk
as a lubricant to slide right in. He clamped his hand over my mouth to stop me
from screaming and pumped away until he filled me with his sperm that by the way
knocked me up. I lost the baby."
"Did it hurt?"
"You better believe it. Daddy had a big pecker that curved like a banana. The
sheets were soaked in blood when he finished. He made me wash them right way so
they wouldn't stain."
"Wow, that sounds rough. Did your Momma know what he did?"
"Not right then but she did later when Daddy insisted I start to sleep with
him and Momma."
"You slept in the same bed as your parents?"
"Oh yes, he'd make Momma watch while he screwed me. He liked for her to play
with my nipples or lick his asshole while he was inside me. I had to do her too
when he decided to fuck her which wasn't that often after he started with me."
"How about Earl? Where did he sleep?"
"In his room, of course, if he wanted me to fuck him, I did it. Momma started
giving him a little too. I think that was because she was pissed that Daddy was
screwing me more than her. Don't mention to Earl that I told you that. He's
sensitive about being a mother fucker."
"So it became sort of a family thing?"
"Yes, Daddy even let his brother, Uncle Bill, screw me when he visited. Uncle
Bill was a bachelor. He was in the army and spent his leave with us. The four of
us, Daddy, Momma, Uncle Bill, and me would get in bed and fuck for hours."
"Do you still see your Mother and Father?" I thought to myself that we all
have our happy childhood memories. I guess Sheena's are just a little more
advanced than average.
"Momma disappeared about ten years ago. We came home and she was gone. I think
she moved back to Canada. Her people were from somewhere near Montreal. Daddy
died of a heart attack when I was in college."
"That's too bad. Where did you meet Troy?"
"Law school in Boston. We both graduated from Suffolk. We have a small
practice in Concord, mostly pushing paper for real estate transfers. It's boring
but it pays the mortgage."
"You and Troy seem to get along."
"We're sexually compatible if that's what you mean. About once a month, we
try to get together with Earl for a family thing. We also belong to a
wife-swapping club in Concord that meets monthly. It keeps life interesting.
Can't just keep screwing the same old cock day after day. Who do you like to
fuck?"
"I guess I'm still searching for the right one. There's no one special in my
life."
"If Concord Lifestyles wasn't a couples only club I'd invite you some time.
Maybe you and Earl could come as our guests."
"That would be nice. What's a typical meeting like?" I wondered if Sheena was
trying to make Earl and I a couple.
"It's all couples except we invite six single men as extras. A good swap club
always has more men than women. The women get to pick the single men. We
interview them in private. We judge them for looks, stamina, cock size, and
their skill in giving head. One of them, Mark, is the best fuck I've ever had.
He had ten inches that stays hard and an educated tongue. I've had a private
session with him and he leaves you positively cock whipped. You can barely
walk."
"He sounds wonderful."
"Of course, I like girls an awfully lot. Want to eat some pussy?"
"Yes, I'm ready."
I dove right into her shaved little pussy and she into mine. When I think back
on it, I should have connected up with Earl and forgotten about the Pagans and
being a big shot reporter. I could be up in Concord riding Mark's ten-inch dick
once a month and enjoying life rather than servicing Brazilian gold miners for
ten Reals a pop.
Sunday afternoon, I left Earl's house having paid fully for some marvelous
tattoos.
