by Jay Merson
The women were silent; such was the power of the moment. They all felt it, that wonderful electrically charged feeling of deep pleasure and awe that comes from watching such a profoundly sexual scene. All wanted sex, good hot and rough sex just as Anna had gained. It went unsaid but the thoughts were the same - and they meant to get it.
***
Pauline's husband was ill at ease, he had something on his mind, she could tell. He sat in their lounge reading the newspaper and watching TV at the same time, his attentions divided between the two. He was waiting for her, to finish in the kitchen and then to join him, as was the norm on their nights in together.
"How is the squash going?" she asked with only mild interest and trying to draw him on what was bothering him. She sat down in the big armchair to the side of him. Squash was his great passion, more so than her it seemed at times. Three nights a week and some weekends included, but that suited her just fine nowadays. "The trophy match tomorrow evening isn't it?"
"Yes, important match," he responded dutifully and turned his attentions to the world news programme on the television. Five full minutes of total silence between them followed and then he asked in a suspicious tone.
"What is the Clan?"
Pauline was gob-smacked. It hit her like a train, shocking her to the core. Unexpected the question was and delivered with his usual perfect timing to catch her off guard. She tried not to show her great surprise, she shifted to the edge of her seat and leaned forward playfully. Pauline tried to turn the tables, hoping to be honest and straight with him yet making it sound so incredible as to be unbelievable.
"Actually it's a group of women that dress up in leather, kidnap men and sexually abuse them."
He flicked the channels on the television with the remote control, showing little credence in her explanation. Her ploy had worked; he had lost interest instantly.
"Where did you here of this Clan?"
"Huh?" he said distracted by a news item.
Pauline repeated the question.
"Oh, some girl phoned earlier. Marina.... Martina or some name..."
"Marinella?"
He was totally absorbed now in the world news, answering but absently only.
"Mmmm, yes, that. Drunk I think she was. Thought it was you when I answered. She said that the Clan meets tomorrow night and then giggled like a schoolgirl and hung up."
His full attention now was on the American presidential election results, he didn't see the blazing anger that was held in his wife's eyes.
***
Her head hung down in shame and she was aware of her friend's deep anger.
"Sorry, too much to drink," Marinella said in a soft little voice full of remorse.
"Idiot!" Pauline raved, "You stupid little idiot. You could have blown the whole thing - and my marriage into the bargain."
Pauline's rage had exploded the moment she had entered Marinella's kitchen. In a continuous barrage of heated words an emotion pouring out. She paced the small kitchen back and forth, her fists clenched tightly by her side; her face set in a serious expression and flushed in anger.
"What will the others say eh? Do you think that will still want you in the Clan after this?"
Marinella's head snapped up, she looked at her friend with pleading eyes and her bottom lip quivered.
"No please, Pauline, no. I can't live without the Clan. Don't tell them please."
The girl broke down crying, her shoulders heaving and shaking as the deep sobs racked her slim frame. She looked pitiful and pathetic, a little girl deep in misery. Pauline halted in her tirade, her heart going out to her distraught friend. She moved close and hugged her, patting her back reassuringly.
"I should tell them, you deserve it."
"I know," Marinella, sobbed, "I'm so sorry. It won't happen again. I promise."
A short silence followed as the two women hugged. Pauline holding her tightly as her little body shook and then gradually the sobbing died down to allow the girl to regain some of her composure.
"Okay," Pauline said in a sympathetic tone, "Just our secret then."
"Thanks," Marinella said and sniffed heavily.
There was a short pause as Pauline gripped the girl's shoulders and held her at arm’s length; she smiled to further reassure Marinella.
"Like a coffee?" Pauline asked brightly.
The girl nodded and dabbed at her eyes with a tissue.
"Then I can punish you for your error."
"Uhh?" Marinella looked up questioningly.
Pauline filled the kettle with water, plugged it in and switched it on. She turned to face Marinella, leaning back against the worktop and folding her arms casually across her chest.
"Punishment," Pauline clarified, "For your error. As a good Clan member you know that punishment follows failure."
Marinella sat at the kitchen table, her expression one of uncertainty.
"You mean....that you punish me?"
Pauline poured the water into the mugs and stirred them noisily before carrying them to the table and seating herself opposite her friend.
"I mean exactly that."
"But....?"
Pauline grinned sardonically.
"Accept it or I tell."
"You fucking bitch."
Pauline laughed, "Aren't I just? Christ the way your pussy lips stuck out of your suit the other night and what putting the tip of the crop into your pussy produced...."
Marinella nodded, "Have to agree that is was bloody horny. Thanks for that."
"Thank me after the coffees, when I punish you."
Marinella felt a thunderous surge in her pussy at the very suggestion but she felt her clitoris harden to a throbbing stiffness within its hooded covering.
Chapter 6
Following her session at the last meeting of the Clan, Anna had come out of her shell. She felt a different woman, brighter, more full of life and a sex hungry slut with a ravenous appetite. When the milkman had seen her through the window that day, sucking the banana she had felt that she could never face the man again. Since, however she had taken that young man’s cock up her at the barn, a good stiff cock, a different cock. Not that little cock of her husband's but a firm excited and interested one, she had seen things differently. It was as though all that she had ever hoped and dreamt of sexually was now actually happening. Her fantasies of long ago were actually now reality. She felt no guilt only that nagging ache in her pussy and the electric charge that buzzed through her body constantly.
She felt now more confident and self-assured both normally and sexually. Her body was desirable; she was desirable to men, more so than she had herself believed in the past. It was like being a younger woman again, a teenager out to set the world alight but with one big difference, she now had experience.
She stood in the kitchen waiting, with just a red silk robe, short and thin to cover her nakedness. It was open at the front to expose her breasts almost to the nipples, the full swell of her breasts and cleavage otherwise fully on show. Her slender thighs looked honed and appealing, slightly tanned even beneath the hem of the short robe and when she moved, the robe parted to expose her thigh almost up to the crotch.
The pounding excitement rushed through her, those wonderful spears of tingling sensation in her vulva and the bubbling thrill of high sexual arousal. She needed it again; it was like a drug now. Her pussy moistened at the thought and her clitoris jolted in involuntary reaction. Anna checked her hair and makeup in the small mirror hanging above the kitchen sink. The full red lips pouted back at her from the reflection, blood-red lips of such sexual alluring that she gave an involuntary shiver at the thought of a thick, warm cock sliding in between them. Her eyes, made up and simmering held a sexual beckoning all of their own. It pleased her, to be and to feel so attractive; it also heightened the sexual thrill pulsing through her entire body.
Anna straightened and turned, making her way to the back door to await the delivery of her milk.
***
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p; She was bound, her wrists tied to the head of the bed on which she knelt. Marinella was totally naked and trembling slightly as she awaited the lash of the crop on her backside.
"You were a teasing bitch the other night in the barn," Pauline said in an excited tone and raised the crop. "Offering your pussy to me like that, you dirty little slut."
Marinella yelped as the crop cut down to land with sickening thwack on her soft buttocks.
"You enjoyed it when I rubbed the crop along your slit didn't you?"
She swung down again, laying the second stroke of the crop parallel to the previous one.
"Yes," Marinella panted yes, it was so.....Aaarrgh," Her body bucked again the third lash stung at her tender backside.
Three more lashes were laid on her and then the tip of the crop slid down to rub at her wet pussy, the tip pressed in just as it had in the barn and Marinella responded in the same way. Wriggling her backside back against it and moaning her appreciation of the touch.
Rapidly the crop was withdrawn and pulled back, another stinging swipe cut in the jar her whole body.
"Oh God," she muttered, "I think I'm coming."
Her body tensed as two more lashes were laid on her. She shuddered as the ripples of orgasm began to tug at her insides. The girl then screamed out loudly as she felt Pauline's fingers touch at her inflamed pussy lips and push up inside.
"Bitch, you dirty little bitch," Pauline panted excited and forced her fingers fully up into her friend's pussy.
"God Yes," Marinella urged excitedly, "Harder and faster."
Pauline pumped her finger in an out furiously as Marinella experienced an obviously intense and satisfying orgasm that seemed to last for an amazing long period of time. Finally she slumped against her body breathing hard and sucking in air.
"That was fantastic; "simply fantastic."
Pauline pressed her mons against Marinella's naked hip as she leant over to undo the ropes holding her friend's wrists.
"Now you do me, bitch. Finger me, Marinella - and hurry."
***
Anna's heart missed a beat as she opened the door. The milkman almost dropped his hand crate of bottles as his eyes took in the exposed cleavage being offered. His gaze then flicked up to the red sensual lips that had devoured the banana so greedily a few days before.
"Well come in then," Anna said in irritation at his hesitancy.
The man put down his crate and stepped in, dreamlike and totally absorbed by the flagrant offering of the woman's near naked body. He was guided to the table, his back to it and then pushed gently back by a hand on his chest to lie back on the small pine table.
Anna fumbled urgently at his zip, pulling and almost tearing at the material of his trousers to free his cock. She gave a low moan as it sprung free of his pants to stand upright in hard erection. Her hand gripped it immediately, her fingers closing around the warm shaft and her mouth descending to take the head of it into her mouth.
"Unnnh!" the man gasped as she began sucking and wanking him in a heated urgency of deep sexual need. For two minutes only she sucked and licked him before breaking off to release the belt of her robe. Her face was flushed and her hands trembling she pulled the thin robe open and mounted the table. Straddling his body, Anna hovered over him only long enough to locate the head of his cock into the entrance of her pussy. She paused then only momentarily before plunging her body down to take him fully up inside her.
The woman rode him on top of the table, her body pounding up and down with a need so great and a power so forceful that it surprised even herself. Her hips jerked and bucked, her hands covered her breasts and squeezed at the soft orbs as she rode toward her climax. The expression on the man's face was one of shock, pleasure and fear mixed together.
The hunger that this woman had, the power her body possessed and the way she was sating herself without the slightest thought for him was awe inspiring. He tensed and came, her warm, wet pussy virtually sucking the sperm from him as her internal muscles gripped and clamped around his cock.
Anna moaned loudly, her chin hung down on her chest as the pre-waves tugged at her insides. Her head threw back and her chest pushed out and she screamed as the orgasm tore through her.
***
Three men were bound hand and foot, blindfolded and gagged as the van bumped and rolled over the track leading to the barn. The four women in the back with them had taken every opportunity to grope the cocks of the men, through their trousers and by slipping their hands down inside. It served to prepare the men, sate some of their high need and to make the journey a far more enjoyable one.
Once in the barn the back doors of the van opened and the men were dragged out. One by one they were untied, stripped and retied, each in a separate stall. Each of the stiff cocks being fondles and groped much as they were suspended helplessly from ropes slung over the thick beams above. The gags and blindfolds were removed from their victims and the five leather-clad ladies of the Clan stood masked and ready with their crops in their hands, one naked man for each female member of the Clan five in all now in the pool and many more to come in the future.
"You know, "Kate said almost absently, "I might one day write a book about us. A series of adventures that details all of what we have and will do."
"Sod reading about it," Pauline quipped in response, "Give me the real thing any day."
The remark raised a chuckle and then the expressions became set. Each woman stepped forward into a separate stall, raised their riding crops and then the screaming began.
The End
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