Mrs. Simon was content to grab Josh's balls and squeeze them as hard as she could, while Josh writhed in pain. She smiled at Josh as she licked the dip from her fingers. "We will have time to play, later my pet. I am going to crush the juice right out of those pathetic little balls of yours and straight into my cooze. We will see what Josh's little Mistress does to little Joshie then, won't we, my bad little slave?"
She gave Josh's aching balls one more crushing squeeze before she too took her place at the bridge table.
The "hors d'oeuvres" having been served, the girls began to deal the cards.
It was not long before Mrs. Thornton began to complain of boredom, as she always did. So they got up from the table, unstrapped Josh and brought him over to Mrs. Thornton's chair and made him kneel down before her.
She hiked up her skirt to her waist. She was not wearing panties, which came as no surprise to Josh, as he had cured Mrs. Thornton's "boredom" many times before. This was far from his first "bridge party."
He saw that her pubic hairs were starting to turn gray, as she spread her legs on the bridge chair to give Josh better access to her. The other women forced Josh's head into her and then chained his arms around her chair so that he could not move his head even an inch backward. Obediently, he began to tongue her, even as the three other women pushed Mrs. Thornton's chair back into place underneath the bridge table.
Mrs. Simon took off her shoe and began to assault Josh's balls with her foot while he ate Mrs. Thornton, who was by now slouching far down in her chair to push her mound more tightly against Josh's mouth.
So it went for the next two rubbers, with Mrs. Thornton making bids such as "Two oh my God" and "Double it baby, double it and redouble it, Josh, honey." She moaned and screamed her way through several hands, while Mrs. Simon tortured Josh's aching balls with her foot.
She did not tire of Josh's attentions until Josh caused her to lose count of the cards, attempt a needless finesse, and lose the third rubber. For that, her partner, Mrs. Simon gave Josh a swift kick in the balls.
By this time, Mrs. Silverstein was shifting uncomfortably in her chair.
"What's the matter, Thelma, dear?" Mistress inquired. "Hemorrhoids acting up again?"
"Yeah, got a nasty little bugger this week," Mrs. Silverstein told her hostess. "Can't seem to get comfortable with it."
"You need to keep them clean, Thelma. I've told you that. Ever try a tongue bath?"
"No, do you honestly think that would help?"
"TONGUE BATH! TONGUE BATH!" the other three ladies chanted in unison.
They unchained Josh from Mrs. Thornton's crotch and led him into the bedroom.
They had Mrs. Sliverstein strip off all her clothes, get up on her hands and knees on the bed and spread her huge buttocks with her hands, her pendulous breasts hanging beneath her.
They chained Josh's arms to the eyehooks in the headboard so that his face was forced into Mrs. Silverstein's ass.
By now they had all stripped. The fun and games would begin in earnest now.
"Go ahead, Dr. Josh. Clean her. Relieve that poor creature's suffering," Mistress commanded.
Josh could see the problem in question. It was a rather nasty looking devil. An externalized hemorrhoid that extruded from Mrs. Silverstein's paradoxically tight little anus. Better than a deep internal one from the standpoint of the hygienic procedure about to be applied, he figured.
Tentatively, he stuck out his tongue to make preliminary contact with the offending vein. He sincerely hoped Mrs. Silverstein maintained good bowel habits. It looked clean enough on this end.
He licked the swollen vessel softly until Mistress pulled on violently his chains, wedging his head firmly between Mrs. Silverstein's ample buttocks.
"That is not how you clean my guests, slave. I will show you how to clean an ass. I want your tongue inside her, where it counts. We need to get at the root of this problem. I will show you how to treat her ass, slave. You just do exactly to hers what I do to yours."
With that, Mistress retrieved her favorite vibrator from the case. This was not just any vibrator. American manufacturers didn't make vibrator motors with the horsepower to suit Mistress. She had been forced to devise her own. She had adapted his particular vibrator to run off a chain saw motor.
Mistress yanked violently on the cord and the chain saw motor sprang to life. It sounded as though she were going to chop down a tree. She looked like a nightmare straight out of Texas Chain Saw Massacre as she held the oversized vibrator aloft.
It was running going back and forth at speeds that must have exceeded one hundred miles an hour.
A malicious anticipatory grin spread over Mrs. Simon's lips. Her dark areolas heaved with each excited breath.
"Lube him up," Mistress said.
Mrs. Thornton applied the KY jelly to Josh's ass, cramming it up his hole with a gloved hand.
"Now spread him for me, girls," Mistress commanded.
Mrs. Simon and Mrs. Thornton obediently spread the cheeks of Josh's ass wide apart.
Mistress lowered the boom on the oversize vibrator and revved up the motor to an even higher pitch before she plunged it deeply into Josh's waiting ass.
Josh felt as though he was going to be split apart. His ass was still sore from when Mistress had used him with the double dildo the prior afternoon.
Nonetheless, he did not want to be punished, so he tried to match the vibrator's motions with the thrusts of his tongue up Mrs. Silverstein's ass. The old bird wiggled her ass on Josh's face and screamed and moaned in delight.
Soon, however, she began to complain once more.
"His tongue is not long enough to reach it all. I will need his prick. I want his long prick inside me, reaming me out."
Exasperated, Mistress pulled the vibrator out of Josh's ass and took his prick, which was still jutting straight upward due to all the horny goat weed he had consumed, and plunged it into Mrs. Silverstein's ass.
The other two women tightened the chains and placed Josh's hands on Mrs. Silverstein's massive breasts.
Obediently, he began to pump into Mrs. Sliverstein as hard as he could.
"You need to be long for this one, Joshie, so we are going to help you. But you must remember, you mustn't come, no matter what we do. We have many uses in store for you before this little soiree is over.
"OK, girls!" Mistress exclaimed, and then nodded to her compatriots. Mrs. Thornton bent down to take Josh's right ball into her mouth, while on the other side, Mrs. Simon did the same with Josh's left ball.
Meanwhile, Mistress rammed the industrial strength vibrator into Josh's ass and tugged the cord once more. Josh could swear he smelt smoke coming out of his asshole.
"Now remember Josh honey, don't come. Do her right, but don't come. We all want to use you."
Josh used the vibrator in his as a kind of metronome to time his thrusts into Mrs. Silverstein's wriggling ass. Her anus was even tighter than he remembered, and it began to contract around Josh's prick, milking it as he thrust into her.
Meanwhile, Mrs. Thornton had his entire right ball in her mouth and was sucking it and repeatedly popping it over her teeth and gums.
Mrs. Simon was cruelly squeezing his left ball, mashing her teeth straight into it.
And Mistress angled the vibrator against his prostrate for good measure.
Despite his extensive training, Josh could hold out no longer against the assault on his control. As Mrs. Silverstein's tight anus milked his cock like the teat of an Angus cow, he could feel his right ball jump in Mrs. Thornton's mouth at the same time that Mrs. Simon bit viciously down on his left one.
A week's worth of jism poured out of Josh's impossibly swollen cock, to make its way up Mrs. Silverstein's eager intestines. He collapsed on the softness of Mrs. Silverstein's naked back, his hands still gripping her breasts.
He knew he was in trouble now. He had lost control.
Now they would abuse him for sure.
The End.
The Red Dress
The red dress caught his eye immediately. Sleeveless, very low-cut, knee-length, with a slit at the front extending halfway up her thighs ...
The woman wearing it was not young by any means, but tall, fair-haired, and with a body and legs that the dress showed off to perfection. She was wearing matching high-heeled red shoes, sandals really, toenails, fingernails, lips, all painted the same shade of red. Her legs were bare, a knee and a stretch of thigh emerging provocatively from the slit whenever she moved, breasts swelling from the top of her dress, probably helped by an uplift bra, he thought.
'Do you know her? Is she a member here?' a breathless voice said by his side.
'Yes, she's a member,' he answered, his eyes still fixed on the woman in red.
'Is she -- available? Open to suggestion?'
He glanced at her. The contrast couldn't have been greater. Short, iron-grey hair, a severe black dress, sheer black stockings, but not unattractive. She seemed a little drunk.
He smiled. 'You'd have to ask her.'
'I think I might join the club. If only to find out if she'd -- like to do things ...'
'The club' was the local tennis club. The president, Tony Parker, was throwing a party to celebrate his birthday, and the evening was going well, a few couples dancing, a Beatles CD playing softly, and the bar doing a brisk trade.
The woman in red was listening to a short, bald, florid-faced man who couldn't take his eyes off her breasts, while she glanced around the room, idly twirling and empty wine glass, a polite smile fixed on her face, but obviously bored.
'Excuse me -- I think it's time for a little chivalry.'
He made his way round the dance floor and smiled at the woman.
'Your glass is empty. Need a refill?'
She smiled at him gratefully. 'That would be nice! Thank you!'
He lightly gripped her bare arm just above the elbow.
'You don't mind, do you?' he said to the bald man, and steered her towards the bar.
'And thank you for that, too! If he'd kept talking much longer, I'd have screamed!'
He looked at her glass, and raised his eyebrows.
'Dry white wine, please.'
He bought the wine and a pint of beer for himself, and they toasted other silently.
'The woman over there, in the black, she's taken a fancy to you -- she wondered if "you'd like to do things."'
She glanced at the woman quizzically, a half-smile on her lips. Perhaps, it said.
The woman smiled back demurely, running the tip of her tongue over her lips. I hope so ...
He took a long drink of beer, looking down at her breasts.
She had another sip of wine. 'My car's being serviced. It needs a part or something, and I came with Janet Watson in her car, but she had to leave early. Any chance of a lift?'
'No problem. Whenever you're ready.'
A man bumped into her, and her breasts brushed his arm, and he inhaled her perfume.
'When we've finished our drinks. My lady in black seems to have disappeared -- maybe you talking to me has frightened her off!'
'She said she might join the club, just to meet you, so I probably haven't spoiled the romance!'
She giggled, smiling at him over the rim of her glass, and he drank the last of his beer.
They said goodnight to their host, again wishing him a happy birthday. He'd obviously had quite a lot to drink -- he was a tall man, wearing an open-necked polo shirt and a blazer, and he beamed and kissed her on the cheek, holding her hand and squeezing her breast with his other hand, unsuccessfully trying to shield what he was doing with his body.
'Good night, goodnight, my lovely favourite mixed doubles partner!' he boomed, and kissed the woman's cheek again, narrowly missing her mouth.
They left the club, standing in the porch for a moment. It was dark, the wind picking up and rustling in the trees, and the first drops of rain started to splash down. He took his jacket off and slipped it round her bare shoulders, and their fingers touched as she adjusted it. The gravel crunched under their feet as they made their way to his car, and he opened to passenger door for his, being rewarded by an expansive glimpse of bare thighs, gleaming in the dim glow of the interior light.
He started the car, and they set off.
'From the way Tony Parker was behaving, it looked as though you two play more than doubles,' he observed. 'Has he had you?'
'What a question! But if you must know, yes, a few times.' She shrugged. 'He's nothing special -- he's a much better on the tennis court than in bed.'
He pulled up outside a large detached house, and she turned, leaning towards him.
He kissed her. Her lips were soft and cool, and his mouth started to work on hers. Her lips parted, and their tongues found each other, dancing lazily, and he cupped the breast recently vacated by Tony Parker's hand, squeezing it gently.
They kissed for several minutes, wetly, and then they broke apart.
Her breath was coming rapidly, and he continued to fondle her breast.
She hesitated, then: 'A quick coffee?'
He nodded, and released her breast. Again he opened the car door for her, and again he was treated to the sight of her bare thighs as she placed first one foot and then the other on the ground as he stared down at her legs and the considerably amount of cleavage she revealed as she bent to climb out of the car.
She let them into the house, and he followed her into the kitchen.
She shrugged off his jacket and switched on the kettle, spooning coffee into a сafetiere -- he was standing behind her, and she leaned back against him as his hands slipped round her and fondled her breasts.
'Undo me,' she whispered, and he unzipped her dress and pushed it down, and unhooked her bra. She slipped her arms free of both of them, and stood naked to the waist as he crushed her bare breasts, pinching her nipples, tugging them, brushing his thumbs back and forth as he kneaded her breasts, kissing her neck while she pressed herself back against his hardening penis.
The kettle boiled, and she poured water into the сafetiere as he kissed her bare shoulders. She found two mugs, and they went into the living room, sitting on the sofa while the coffee brewed for a few minutes.
He started at her naked breasts, capped by large stippled aureoles and prominent nipples, already stiff from his ministrations, and they kissed wetly, open-mouthed, until the coffee was ready.
She poured it into the mugs, and then turned back to him. He slipped his arm round her half-naked body and pulled her to him as the kissed again. The kiss became more passionate, and he dropped his free hand to her bare thigh, slowly sliding it up through the slit until his fingers touched her panties.
She gasped, squirming against him as he pushed his fingers inside her panties. She was dripping wet, and he felt her hand grasping his penis through his trousers.
The coffee was forgotten as she hauled her dress up around her waist. Her panties were silk, peach coloured, and he admired them for a moment before she raised her hips to help him slide them down her legs and off her feet, as she fumbled to free his erect penis from his trousers.
She leaned back into the corner of the sofa, pulling him down to her, guiding his penis into her, and he started to fuck her slowly.
She closed her eyes, her teeth clamped on her bottom lip as he gripped her soft breast, feeling its nipple hard as a pebble in the palm of his hand. She pushed herself up to meet his strokes -- it seemed as though his penis was getting larger -- and even harder -- inside her, as it penetrated deeper and deeper into her warm, wet vagina.
She seemed to feel it growing, too -- her eyes opened, and she clutched his arms, arching her back to grind her naked breasts against his chest.
He kissed her wetly, open-mouthed, as once again their tongues found each other. He slid his hand up and down her bare thigh and gripped her soft bottom as her breath began to come faster and faster, until she was almost panting into his mouth.
He felt her tighten her muscles aroun
d his penis, and she threw her head back, her nails digging into his arms, and then she gave a little cry as her body stiffened, and she began to jerk spasmodically as her orgasm swept through her, and at the same moment his semen started to spurt into her, in fierce, uncontrollable jets.
She flung her arms round his neck, kissing him feverishly as he emptied himself into her, holding her to him until they both quieted, and their breathing returned to normal.
At last, she took a deep breath and smiled at him weakly.
'It's time for you to go, I think,' she whispered, and kissed him lightly on the lips. 'And I'd better get up to bed, in case your father wakes up and wonders where I am!'
The End.
A Loney and Lusty Housewife
Elaine cursed as the dirty water in her sink festered instead of going down the plughole as it was meant to do. It had been over an hour since she had last checked and the greasy slime trail of the original water level around the sink was less than half an inch above where it was now. She would have to get a plumber in.
As she thumbed through the yellow pages she reminded herself, not for the first time, that she ought to get to grips with using computers and the internet. Sometimes, she felt like crying out of the sheer frustration of loneliness. Hank was at work all day and when he came home in the evening he was ratty and not much fun to be with. Being trapped in the suburbs, without a driver's license was decidedly not fun. All around her house was other houses that looked just the same as hers; stretching on for mile after mile there weren't even any shops within walking distance, making her feel even more trapped in a whitewashed world.
She was surprised at how quickly the plumber arrived and how quickly he sorted the problem out. And she was even more surprised when she offered him a drink after he had put his tools away. As he glugged his lemonade she couldn't help noticing the long, dark hairs on his powerful forearms amd his amazingly deep blue eyes as he watched her watching him. There was an animal presence about this man that his girlishly long eyelashes did somehow not detract from; if anything those amazing eyelashes just showed off his beautiful eyes and his rugged, tanned looks. He looked just like a plumber would look in a porn film, she thought.
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