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Synopsis
Ernie and Claire rent lodging accommodation from a
perverted couple.
by obohobo
Please take note!
The text in this story contains erotic material and is
expressly written for adults only.
MF Hum. Rom. Spanking
If you are underage or offended by such material -or- if
viewing this file is illegal in your locality, then leave, close or delete this
file-story now.
This is a work of fiction, any resemblance to persons
living, dead or otherwise is purely coincidental, etc.
Copyright 2006
The wooden gate to the Victorian detached house swung
back with a noisy bang when I let it go. Pausing for a moment, I looked at the
envelope Dave had given me to check the address he'd scrawled on it; Mrs.
Garthwaite, 63 Southgate Rd. A decorative ceramic plaque with a bold 63 between
painted flowers fastened on the wall by the green painted door indicated I had
the right place. The front garden was a little overgrown with shrubs but the
brick pathway was clear and the border along the fence to my left was ablaze
with colourful salvias. It looked like a respectable suburban dwelling.
Hesitating a few moments more and slightly apprehensive I walked to the front
door and rang the bell. A very fat and imposing woman answered.
"Good evening," I stuttered a little, "A
friend of a colleague at work, said you might be able to take in a
lodger."
The woman's face opened up into a wide grin. "My
goodness," she laughed, "News gets around fast in these parts. Steve
only told me last night that he would be leaving at the end of the week. Come
on in. I'll make a cup of tea and then we can chat and find out if you'll be
suitable. It'll save me advertising if you are."
Inside she introduced me to Fred, her husband, a tall
thin man and I thought they made an incongruous pair but he seemed friendly
enough too. "I'm Dorothy but everyone calls me Dot or Dotty," she
introduced herself, "Dotty is probably more appropriate." Her grin
never seemed to fade.
"Ernie Fenton," I replied as I shook hands with
her and Fred.
"Sit yourself down Ernie and tell us about yourself.
As you'll be living here as part of the family, we need to find out a little
about you before we decide to take you in." She sat herself in the largest
armchair and I guessed that was specially bought for her. I explained that I
was a computer technician and had moved to the area because I got a job with
Serica Services keeping their computer systems updated and running. At the
moment I was living in a small hotel but that was expensive and unwelcoming.
Dot questioned me further and gradually got onto more personal things. "Do
you have a girlfriend? Did I drink? Did I smoke?" but it was all done in a
friendly way. I began to like the woman even though the way her huge tits
flopped around inside her blouse when she laughed, seemed a little gross. Gross
but somewhat erotic too.
"Why's Steve leaving?" I asked casually.
"He's moving in with his boyfriend Nigel. Nice young
man. Steve's been here three years so we're sorry to see go but he's been going
with Nigel for a couple of years and now wants to move in with him. Claire has
been here about three years too." It was the first mention of Claire so I
asked about her. "She's in the room next to Steve's. Secretary in a small
transport firm. Quiet and keeps to herself. Perhaps a bit older than you,
twenty-sixish," she informed me. "Not much of a looker. Thin, flat
chested and wears glasses. Pleasant enough and helps in the kitchen and such.
Quiet girl, never goes out except tonight when there is a transport traders
meeting she has to attend."
Dot surprised me with her agility when she led my
upstairs. Fred stayed behind and watched TV. Despite her weight and her age,
which I guessed at low forties, she scurried up the stairs as fast as I could.
Steve wasn't in but she opened the door and let me look into the room. It was
larger than my hotel room and as Steve had his music centre set up, I guessed
there were power points enough for my computer system. "Would the room
suit you?" Dot asked.
"Yes, thank you," I answered, "It will
suit me fine." I asked about an Internet connection and was told they only
had the phone line downstairs. "Claire also asked about it but we didn't
want to miss any phone calls if she was computering." I guessed I could
use my wireless connection if they agreed to it and if I paid for the broadband
connection the phone could be used at the same time. I tried to explain this
but computing was a closed book to her. "As long as it doesn't cost us
money or inconvenience us, then I guess Fred and I will say it's okay. Don't
know what Claire will say though."
Steve, with Nigel's help, moved his stuff out on Saturday
morning and I moved in the same afternoon and was introduced to Claire. She
seemed very cool and formal. "Good afternoon Mr. Fenton. Nice to meet
you," she said as she shook hands and then disappeared into her room. At
least at dinner when we sat around the huge scrubbed pine table, I got her to
call me Ernie but even so conversation with her was limited to "Would you
pass the salt please? Or, no thank you, I have plenty," and similar
requests. Dot sat at the head of the table and dominated the conversation with her
witticisms and remarks that gradually wheedled out a little more information
about me.
The meal arrangements were fairly flexible. Normally Dot
provided dinner at 6 p.m., breakfast was a do it yourself affair. Dot showed me
where the cereals were and bread and stuff for making toast. I'd told her I
would normally have to be at work by seven in the morning to set the systems
going ready for the staff when they arrived at nine. "If you're at home, I
do a cooked breakfast on Sunday's at nine if you want it. Claire never has a
cooked breakfast but Fred and I have it as a Sunday treat. Saturdays and
Sundays I'll make a light lunch and dinner at six as usual. Please try and be
on time or let me know in advance if you aren't going to be here," Dot
informed me. The arrangement suited me fine and my getting up and using the
bathroom wouldn't clash with Claire who got up at 7:30 on weekdays. Each room
had a washbasin but we had to use the same toilet and bathroom room to bathe or
shower. Unless something went wrong at work, I finished at midday but could be
called out if the systems failed. It hadn't happened so far and I had only been
called on once when a woman couldn't get her computer to fire up. She was
embarrassed to find it had been switched off at the wall socket.
Sunday morning I went into work for an hour to change a
hard drive while it was quiet and the computer was not in use. It only took an
hour or so and I was home by eight. Claire was in the kitchen making tea and
toast. "Good morning Ernie," she greeted me, "You're up early.
Would you like tea?"
"Yes, please, " I replied, "I'm always an
early riser. Had a job that needed doing at work before the staff arrive in the
morning."
"Toast?" Claire offered me a slice of two she
had made.
"I'll make some. I like it well done. Yours looks as
if it could do with a re-spray." I said it laughingly but she took it as a
rebuff.
"Suit yourself." She sat down without a further
word. I switched the toaster controls to maximum and made myself a couple of
slices.
For several minutes I sat opposite her and we ate in
silence. I kept trying to think of something to say, but I'm not much of a
conversationalist. I noticed she kept giving me sideways looks and then she
blurted out, "Are you one of them?"
"One of what?"
"Gays. Like Steve and Fred." Her answer was
barely audible and she blushed as she said it.
"I don't think I'm anything yet, I've never done
it." I confessed.
"I guess you'll find out soon enough. The low rent
we pay comes with another price tag." She stood and rinsed her cup and
went back upstairs leaving me wondering what she meant by the remark.
I poured another mug of tea and sat there thinking. Was
she right about Fred? I hadn't even suspected that. Didn't Dot give it to him?
Is that really why Steve left? Would Dot do it with me? Did she do it with
Claire? I'd only been in the house one night and nothing seemed abnormal,
except there was no way to lock the bathroom door. The system seemed to be, if
the door was shut, someone was inside. When free the door was left open. No
locks on the bedroom doors either but most older houses didn't have locks on
internal doors although I was a little concerned over some of the expensive
computer equipment I had. Fred had a separate bedroom but I noticed he went
into Dot's room when they went to bed last night. Maybe there is just not room
with her in one bed. Rinsing my mug like I'd seen Claire do, I went to my room
to think and set up my computer equipment.
The door to Dot's room was slightly ajar and as I passed
I heard her moan, "Not so hard Fred," and then I heard the sound of
leather on flesh. Pausing for a moment I heard the sound again and then again
followed by movements. Thinking they might come out, I disappeared into my room
but I didn't hear anything more until a little later when one of them used the
bathroom. It turned out to be Dot because she called out "Breakfast in
fifteen minutes."
Both Fred and Dot wore dressing gowns when I showed up
for breakfast and several times I caught glimpses of large amounts of her ample
tits and thighs. After the first time, I began to wonder if the show might have
been put on deliberately, especially after Claire's earlier remarks. Dot chided
me for the small amount of food I wanted. Fred didn't eat any more than I did
and Claire didn't come down for the cooked breakfast.
Nothing untoward happened until Tuesday evening. Because
I get up early, I tend to go to bed at around ten o'clock. About eleven I heard
Claire's door open and she seemed to be crying softly. After debating whether
to get up and see if there was a problem, I decided to take the coward's way
out and do nothing. She wasn't up by the time I left for work so I wasn't able
to ask her, assuming I would have had the courage to do so.
Most mornings I had time for a quick shower before
leaving but on Wednesday I was up too late so when I came home and had made
myself a sandwich, I decided it would be nice to have a bath. Dot seemed to be
out so I had the place to myself. To my mind showers are okay for a quick wash
but there's nothing like luxuriating in a warm bath and it feels extremely
decadent to have one in the middle of the day. I lay back in the soapy water
and gently massaged my hard-on thinking about Dot and Claire and what they were
like naked. Somehow I found Dot's mountains of flesh erotically exciting.
"Sorry Ern, I have to have a piss…Wow!" Dot
burst into the bathroom wearing only her loosely fastened dressing gown. Before
I could even take my hand away from my prick, she grabbed it. "Wow! I've
got to have some of that. It's much bigger than Steve's and damn sight bigger
than Fred's." Being a loner, I'd never had much chance to compare myself
with anyone else and the pictures of men I saw on the net looked much better
hung than me. She rubbed my prick for a minute and then shrugged off her gown
and sat naked on the loo, spread her legs as wide as she was able and pissed.
If anything my prick became even harder as I stared at her huge tits, her fat
belly and thighs and the dark triangle of hair between her legs. Dot pulled her
cunt lips apart. "Do you think you can fit it in here?" she asked. As
always there was a huge smile on her face. Slowly it dawned on me that this was
the low rent price tag Claire mentioned.
"I don't know. I've never…" I stammered.
"Never mind, this will be your first time and I hope
it won't be the last." She stood and came over and started to wash me and
in doing so her large tits kept hitting me in the face. Eventually I caught a
nipple and sucked it. Soon she pulled the plug and dried me. It was when she
turned to pick up a towel that I saw the red stripes across her arse.
"My God, did Fred do that?" I asked. "Is
that what I heard the other night?"
"Yeah, I guess so. Fred likes to use the strap. No
doubt you'll get to feel it too. Claire does and so did Steve. You'll feel his
prick up your arse too, just like them. Don't worry about that, he's got an
abnormally thin and short one. It all part of the payments you have to make to
stay here. You may even get to like it." I was by no means convinced.
By now she was leading me by my prick into her bedroom
with its enormous bed. "Come on in, let's see if we can give this weapon
of yours a good home." Shortly after I was lying on top of her, my head
cushioned on her tits and shagging away as if I'd done it all my life. However
it was over all too soon. The foreplay during my bath had stimulated me and I
ejaculated soon after I started. Dot didn't seem too concerned. She cuddled me
and said, "You're young so you'll get it up again soon and next time it
will be better." And so it was. After a quarter of an hour's rest she made
me kneel by her head so she could suck my prick to hardness. Soon I was up and
running again and this time I was able to keep going until she climaxed a couple
of times. I had to admit that part of rent price tag was very enjoyable even if
the body I was fucking was far from ideal is size and shape. For a while she
cradled me against her tits and I suckled them like I was a new-born babe. The
next part payment was not so pleasant.
I was about to settle down and read a little before I
went to sleep when in walks Dot without knocking. "Come with me please
Ernie." She was smiling as she led me to her bedroom. Fred stood there
naked and with a wide strap in his hand.
"So Ernie, I hear you've been fucking my wife."
I hung my head. "Well you can fuck her all you like but there is a price
to pay and payment is with your arse."
"But…" I started.
Dot grabbed my wrist. "Come on Ern, let’s get it
over with. Take your pyjamas off and climb on me like you did this
afternoon." She threw her dressing gown on a chair and laid herself down.
"Hurry up, get them off. I want that monster of yours in me again."
To say I was bewildered is an understatement. Fred was intending to punish me
for fucking her and she wanted me to fuck her again in front of him.
"Get undressed," Fred ordered, "And get on
top of her. It will be worse for you if I have to wait." Less than a
minute later my prick was buried in her cunt and my head almost smothered by
her tits. "Lie still," Dot whispered and to make sure I didn't move
she clasped her arms tightly around my body. Before using the strap Fred
massaged my arse and started to insert a finger in my hole. "He's got a
tight one," I heard him remark. Then I heard the swish and almost
immediately felt the sting of the strap. It hurt but the pain wasn't too bad.
Seven more times I felt that strap, sometimes harder but most were about the
same, In the end my arse was sore and I almost shed a tear but only cried out a
couple of times. Again I felt Fred's hands rubbing my buttocks and that seemed
to ease the pain a little. This went of for a few minutes and then stopped.
Cradled as I was in Dot's breasts I couldn't see what was going on but I heard
the sound of a jar being opened and then felt Vaseline being applied to my
arsehole. I guessed I was going to be arse raped.
"Relax," Dot whispered, "Enjoy it like
Steve did." The laughter was back in her voice. Fred positioned himself
behind me and slowly inserted his prick. There was a little pain as it entered
but once it was in the sensation was only a slightly unpleasant and
uncomfortable. This soon went when Fred began to fuck me gently at first and
then with greater speed and force. I was fully erect inside Dot but couldn't
really do anything about it while Fred was forcing himself into me. It took
about five minutes before his moments slowed and I knew he was shooting his
semen inside my rectum.
When he withdrew, Dot ordered me to do her. "It's
okay Ernie," Fred remarked, "I've almost done with you for now."
For the third time that day, for the third time in my life I fucked a woman.
When I finished I learned what the 'almost' meant. Fred placed his face in my
arse and started licking the semen leaking from my hole and then when my prick
softened and freed itself from Dot's cunt he rolled me off her and sucked that
too. "I do like the taste of a nice juicy prick," he said. He must
have liked a nice juicy cunt as well because when he'd finished with me he
tongued Dot.
I wasn't quite prepared for his next demand. "Suck
me now." I looked aghast at his soft small prick still glistening with the
sperm and mess from my hole. I shook my head.
Dot quickly rolled me on top of her again and held me
firmly. "Silly boy. You must learn to do as you are told in here" she
whispered in my ear but I didn't have any time to take in the meaning before I
felt the belt lash my arse. This time it was a full-blooded hit.
"Aaaahh!" I cried out. I'm not a brave man and
began to shed a tear before the second lash hit me hard. I cried out again and
started to plead but two more strokes laid vivid striped across my buttocks.
"Are you ready to suck me now?" Fred asked. I
nodded. The taste didn't appeal to me like it seemed to Fred but I quite liked
the feeling of his prick beginning to stiffen when I ran my tongue around it
like he had done to me.
It took me a long while to get to sleep when I returned
to my room. My arse was sore both from the strapping and from the sex but I was
erect again. I wondered if I should give up my room and look for somewhere else
but decided I liked it here despite the treatment my arse had received. I liked
fucking Dot even if her figure was rather grotesque. "If Claire can take
it, so can I," I told myself, "No doubt she's heard me being strapped
and is gloating." The bedroom door had been open during the whole episode.
I didn't see her until she arrived home from work the next day and then she just
asked, "Are you okay?" She even looked a bit concerned.
Dot though, waylaid me as soon as I entered the house.
"How's your arse?" she enquired, not unkindly.
"Tender, as you can well guess," I answered
sourly. I'd had to sit on a rather hard office chair for most of the day.
"Have you put anything on it?" When I said no,
she ordered me to the bedroom and removed my trousers. "Yes, it a real
nice colour," she laughed, "And a bit chafed too." She worked
some cream into the sore flesh. "You shouldn't have refused," Dot
stated what I already knew, "Fred gets a bit annoyed when people do that.
Claire found that out too. He seems to think that because he likes it, everyone
should. I hope it hasn't put you off from staying here."
"Well I have been giving it a lot of thought."
"I thought you might but I'm willing, and Fred has
agreed, to let you have this broadband thing connection you wanted and we hope
you can come to so arrangement with Claire so she can use it too. Secondly you
can have me in any way you want tomorrow afternoon. You can even use the strap
on my arse or my tits. We're a bit perverted so anything you have fancied doing
to a woman, do it tomorrow."
"No payment later with Fred?"
"Not for tomorrow. At other times he'll want your
arse but you can refuse the strap and ask me to take it on your behalf instead.
I'm used to it and don't mind too much unless he lays it on too hard. Usually
he wants to put his prick up a man's arse and he liked yours because it was so
tight. I don't expect you to refuse to suck him though so I get extras." I
felt her finger probe my hole but it didn't really enter. Even so her
ministrations had given me a hard-on. "Turn over," she ordered,
"I'll give you a blow job. Better still let's sixty-nine. Help me
undress." She put me in a good humour as I undid her blouse and unhooked
her support bra. "One day I'll let you fuck them," she giggled,
"I'm sure you'd like me to squeeze your prick between them and let you
pump away until you shoot all your stuff over my neck and face. I'd make you
lick it all up of course. Haven't had a boy do that to me since I was about
eighteen. Fred and Steve were too small to fit properly."
Dot lay on her back with her legs spread as wide as she
was able and I settled myself on top. Almost immediately my prick was engulfed
in her mouth and a finger invaded my arsehole. I knew it wouldn't be long
before I shot my load but I tried to keep back for a while. Carefully I parted
the luxuriant growth of hair covering her mound to reveal her slit and clitoris.
The musky smell of her sex and stale urine assailed my nostrils but this only
added to my arousal. I knew having watched her on the day she bathed me that
she let herself drip dry and didn't use toilet paper to wipe herself. I sniffed
the aroma and then plunged my head between those massive thighs and started to
lick. My main worry was that she might close her legs and crush my skull. She
didn't. I flicked my tongue inside her slit as far as it would go and soon
tasted her juices. Only minutes later my prick erupted but I knew I needed to
keep working on Dot until she'd climaxed too. There was no way I could get to
her arsehole to stimulate her that way so I concentrated on sucking and gently
nipping her clit. Finally she shuddered and came.
For a while that night I lay awake trying to think what I
would or could do with Dot the next day. A tittie fuck sounded nice but I
couldn't see what pleasure Dot would get out of it. An arse fuck was something
I had yet to try but would she be able to take my prick? Did I want to use the
strap on her? I decided against it; Dot had already agreed to take the strap
instead of me. Would I allow that? Would I be brave enough to offer my arse
instead? I hadn't really decided on anything when I drifted off to sleep.
"Have you decided what you would like to do with
your little, well no so little, slave girl?" Dot laughed, "Are you
going to thrash her and make her submit your perverted desires?"
"No Dot, I'm not that sort of person. Heck I was a
virgin until the other day. I used to wank a lot and read stories on the Net
but that's as far as it got. I don't really want to hurt you and I don't want
to see Fred hurt you either so after today I may forgo having sex with you in
the afternoon. I've no wish to feel the strap again and I wouldn't want you to
have it on my behalf. The only solution is for us not to do it."
Dot looked downcast. "Do mean to deprive me of the
best prick I've had in years? You wouldn't be that cruel surely? Don't you
realise that the strap stimulates me sexually? Don't you realise I often ask to
be strapped before Fred puts his cock up my bum? However I always feel less
guilty when it is supposed to be punishment. Taking the strap on your behalf is
only an excuse."
"I didn't want you hurt," I said rather lamely.
"I will be hurt more if you don't fuck me. In fact I
might be so hurt I would send you packing. Now let's have no more of that
nonsense. You will fuck me at least twice a week and you will watch Fred
punishing me. No argument." Dot looked more cross than I had ever seen her
but seconds later her face broke out into its usual smile, "So what are
you going to do to me today?"
It was a little while before I spoke, "It may seem a
bit tame but I would like to try the tittie fuck you suggested and if I can get
it up again, I would like to try your bottom."
"I'll get some soft butter." I must have looked
surprised at the statement because she went on, "It tastes better than oil
or Vaseline." When she returned She smeared my prick and her cleavage
liberally with the butter and assisted me to get into position with my prick
trapped between her tits. The sensation when I began to move was quite
enjoyable but not in the same way as when I fucked her cunt. Nevertheless it
wasn't long before I spurted my cream on her face and neck and dribbled some
between her breasts when I withdrew.
"Lick me clean please," Dot requested and after
having sucked Fred's mess, I had no compunction about cleaning my sperm mixed
with butter.
"I quite enjoyed that Dot, but did you get any pleasure
from it?"
"Don't you think that rubbing you body over my
nipples got me aroused too?" she grinned, "Now let me clean
you."
"Shall we sixty-nine?"
"I need to pee first otherwise you might make me wet
the bed." I followed her into the bathroom and knelt so I could see her
pissing. I even put my fingers in her flow so her pubic hair became wet.
"You're going to have to clean that as well," she said when she rose
and went back to the bedroom without drying herself. We lay for some time sucking
and licking each other until I was erect again.
"Do you still want to fuck my arse," Dot
enquired.
"Yes, please."
"Put plenty of butter in my hole and on your prick
and go easy please." She turned and knelt with her arse in the air and I
did as she requested. Despite my being bigger than she was used to, my prick
slid in reasonably easily and I enjoyed the tightness of the fit. Dot seemed to
like it too especially as it took me much longer before I erupted and withdrew.
I tongued her hole afterwards because I knew that was expected and she sucked
me but I didn't become hard again.
"How did you like my arse?" Dot asked.
"Very much, but I think I enjoy your cunt better. I
can suck your tits at the same time," I laughed at her.
The next two afternoons I spent fixing up my broadband
modem and connection and finally sorted out the problems of getting it working.
Claire seemed a bit put-out that I could connect to the Internet and she
couldn't. "I still have to log on to my personal account at work,"
she moaned, "And you are here a week and they let you connect to their
phone line. Just because you have a big prick." She of course knew all
about broadband and had obviously been told about my manhood.
"If you'll allow me to look at your computer Claire
maybe I can fix you up with a wireless system too. " I offered. Her
computer was too old but I was able to network it with mine by running a cable
between the two rooms utilising a gap around the waste pipes to our washbasins.
During the time I worked in her room, Claire had to be present and while her
attitude to me was a little less icy, it was still cool and aloof.
"Would you like to come to the Barn Dance with me on
Saturday?" I asked Claire. I'd been at the lodgings for a couple of weeks
and was beginning to talk with Claire a little more. "I won a couple of
tickets in a little charity raffle they had at work."
"I can't dance," Claire answered.
"Nor can I but you don't have to at a barn dance.
You just have to skip around and someone tells you what to do and when you make
a mistake, everyone gets in a muddle and has a good laugh. You don't even have
to dress up like they do for ballroom dancing." Finally she agreed.
Life for me at the lodgings had become one of sexual
education, an education that I began to enjoy. Five times in the intervening
fortnight, Dot had come to my room just as I was preparing for bed and had
taken me to her room and forced me to have sex with both her and Fred. After
the special afternoon I didn't need any forcing and I began to learn a variety
of techniques. Fred sucked me off which I found very enjoyable and then made me
suck him. For the first time in my life I tasted a man's sperm and didn't find
it at all unpleasant. It made me wonder whether I was really a queer too but as
I also enjoyed fucking Dot, I decided that I wasn't. Dot sucked me too and I
fucked her arse after Fred had done so and deposited his spunk in her. She
cheerfully complained that I was too big but Fred insisted she take it and
although I found her passage extremely tight without the butter, I had a
delightful fuck. Fred sucked me clean afterwards.
Three times I'd treated myself to a midday bath. Each
time Dot came to me at lunch and informed me, "I'm giving you a bath this
afternoon so I hope you haven't other plans." She came into my room and
watched me undress. As before she only wore her dressing gown and this she
quickly threw on my bed.
The first time when we were in the bathroom I went to the
loo to pee but she stopped me. "I need to piss first," I said.
"So do I," she grinned, "Time to try
golden showers." I knew what she meant but didn't know if I could do what
I guessed she wanted, however I wasn't given much choice. Dot grabbed my arm
and pulled me into the shower cubicle. The cubicle had been installed
especially for Dot's large body and was much more spacious than the normal
pokey little place I was used to. "Lie down and start licking," she
ordered. The tiled floor was cool on my back as I lay with my knees in the air
in the confined space. I was very apprehensive as she knelt and lowered her
spread legs over my face. When her cunt was close enough I started sucking and
licking. "Come on, open your mouth right over the hole. I'm ready. Don't
worry I'm not going to smother you. " She ruffled my hair and pushed my
head in close contact with her body. A spurt of piss hit the back of my throat
and I gagged but she waited before continuing and in the beginning gave me it a
few spurts at a time. When she thought I was coping she just let it flow. Some
I swallowed, some ran out of my mouth and down my body. The smell and the taste
seemed quite erotic to me and I sported a good hard-on but the time she
finished. "Keep this last drop in your mouth. I want to kiss you,"
she instructed when she'd almost finished. I did this and she forced her tongue
into my mouth and I passed some of the liquid orally to her.
It took me a little while to get started when we changed
places, partly because of the strangeness of pissing into another person's mouth
and partly due to my erection. Eventually I let forth my stream and she took
about half of it into her mouth and then sprayed the rest over her tits. She
gave me them to suck and lick. Our bath was very necessary afterwards.
Later in the kitchen having a mug of tea Dot remarked,
"I hope we can do that again. Neither Steve nor Claire will although Steve
didn't mind doing it with Fred and he didn't object to spraying me if I was in
the shower."
"Perhaps," I answered noncommittally. While I
didn't mind peeing on her, I wasn't quite so keen on receiving hers especially
as the after taste seemed to hang in my mouth and only now that I was on my
second mug of tea, was the taste gone.
Each evening after the afternoon session I had to report
to her bedroom and for the first twice I watched as Fred gave her six or eight
whacks with the strap. I knew her wasn't hitting as hard as he could but she
still winced and a red strip appeared after each stroke. On the third evening I
plucked up enough courage to offer my arse. As before I was allowed to get my
prick inside Dot and she held me while Fred applied the leather. It did seem
that he hit me harder or at least I thought so and I didn't really appreciate
the pain like Dot seemed to. The next time Dot wanted to bathe me, I thought I
would refuse but I didn't know even if I would have the will power to do that.
I did enjoy our afternoon sessions.
The barn dance proved to be a great success and a turning
point in my relationship with Claire. The tickets included a ploughman's meal
and there was a bar. I only had a shandy and squash because I was driving and
Claire had a couple of glasses of wine and then went on to orange squash
because all the dancing made us sweat and thirsty. Both of us enjoyed ourselves
and arrived home well before midnight, tired but happy. Claire even allowed me
to kiss her good night before we went into our separate rooms. Probably the
kissing I had done with Dot helped because a few weeks ago I would have been
too shy to do more than give her a peck on the cheek. Before we parted I gave
her a long lip-to-lips kiss and had hugged her close.
Claire came down to breakfast next morning just as I was
making tea. I made her anaemic toast and then well browned mine and we sat at
the table almost in silence while we ate. Suddenly she spoke. "Thank you
again for last night. I haven't enjoyed myself so much for a long while. Thank
you."
"I enjoyed myself too. Perhaps we should get out
more often." Claire merely nodded and we lapsed into silence again.
"Do you enjoy doing things with Dot and Fred? They
don't have a hold over you do they?" Claire blushed as she asked. I
guessed they might a hold on her for something but I didn't ask. I decided to
be bold and answer honestly.
"No, apart from the low rent. I guess I was just
seduced by Dot and one thing led to another. Yes, I quite enjoy some of the
things we do. Sex with Dot for instance and even with Fred when I'm doing the
shagging. I'm not so keen when it is me being sodomised but I supposed I accept
one to get the other. I certainly didn't enjoy having the strap across my arse.
It's all pretty new to me. What about you? Are they forcing you to have sex
with them?"
Another long pause. "It sort of started that way but
now I feel obligated to them." I waited hoping she would explain but she
suddenly stood up. "Let's get dressed and walk to the park. It's a lovely
morning and it will be nice to get out of the house."
Fifteen minutes later we strolled down the gravel path
that ran between the ancient oaks. Ahead of us was a young couple holding
hands. I took the cue from them and took Claire's hand half expecting she would
shake it away but she didn't. We walked like this for about half an hour until
we came to an isolated park bench where we sat and talked of inconsequential
things; the weather, the squirrels, others walking or jogging in the park.
After a while we were silent and just sat watching the scene in front of us.
However, I guessed Claire was working herself up to telling me something. It
came out almost as one breathless burst.
"Ernie, I only half answered your question in the
kitchen. You probably guessed, the Garthwaite's did have a hold on me although
that is past now I still feel obligated to them. They were kind to me when I
first arrived at their house although I see now that they also had an ulterior
motive. I had a boyfriend who came and lived with me. I loved him or at least I
thought I did and I trusted him and got him a second credit card on my account.
Unbeknown to me he had a gambling problem and instead of going to work in a
regular job as I thought, he spent a lot of time in the betting shops and only
did moonlighting work. One day I came home from work and found his things gone.
There was no note, nothing. I was devastated but worse was to come. The money I
had stashed in the house was gone and when I went to the cashpoint, I found my
credit card was maxed out. I had no money, the rent was due and my pay cheque
wasn't for over a fortnight. When the credit card account came through it was
for over £5,000 and the interest alone would take all my spare cash for months.
At the time I had a nice flat up on the Western Heights but it was expensive so
I knew I would have to give it up and find somewhere cheaper. I heard of this
place. Dot and Fred had only just taken it over and were refurbishing it and in
fact they weren't really ready for lodgers but they took me in. Dot found me
sobbing a couple of nights later and wheedled the story out of me. Next morning
she put a cheque for the credit card amount on the kitchen table and said she
would charge me interest at the same rate as she would have got on the money if
it was still in her building society account. At that time it was 4%. My credit
card was charging me 16% so Dot's offer was a great saving and it almost
blinded me to what the rest of the interest was. "You must be used to
having sex," Dot said to me, "Seeing as you've lived with a boyfriend
so as part of the deal, we want you to have sex with us at least twice a month.
Sex with me and with Fred and he's an arse man." It didn't take much for
me to decide. How bad could it be? I asked myself, they seemed a nice friendly
couple and as you know, they are. I accepted and have now paid off my debt to
them. Luckily I got the job I have now which gave me more money so I paid it
off earlier than I anticipated. As I said, I still feel obligated to them and
so I continue to visit her bedroom twice a month. Dot likes lesbian sex and as
you know, Fred wants the back passage. Only very rarely does he use my vagina
but over the last three years it's became easier to take it the other way. So
now you know." I could see tears welling in her eyes so I put my arm
around her and we sat like that for a long while.
Dot must have realised things had changed between Claire
and me. We smiled at each other at the dinner table; we went to the cinema a
couple of times and often sat quietly together in the lounge and chatted.
However, our physical relationship never got beyond a kiss and a cuddle
although I often dreamed of having her naked in my bed. So far though I hadn't
even had a glimpse of a breast. During one of our afternoon sessions, Dot
questioned me as to my relationship with Claire but determinedly I said nothing
but I knew that by saying nothing she knew we had not done anything together.
Two nights later I knew it was Claire's turn to visit
Dot's bedroom so I was surprised when Fred came and asked me to go into the
room. As usual I took my pyjamas off and followed him. "NO!!" I heard
Claire yell. I rushed in and found her lying naked on top of Dot. Dot was
holding her tightly and although Claire struggled she was no match for the much
more powerful woman.
"Leave her alone," I shouted.
"WHAAP!" the strap landed hard across my arse. I yelled. Fred put a
lot of power behind that stroke and it felt like a fire burning across my bum.
"Fuck her," Fred demanded, "She's ready
for you now." I could see sperm around Claire's bottom hole.
"No! Please don't Ernie," Claire begged. Her
head was turned towards me and I knew she was looking at my erection.
"Do it, you've only got to put that weapon of yours
in her once and she want it forever after," Fred ordered. I hesitated.
"WHAAP!!" the strap landed again and brought another band of pain to
my arse. Twice more he struck me before I even thought of moving.
Almost ignoring the intense pain for the moment, I
quickly formed a plan in my mind. I stepped closer to the bed and said,
"Turn her over Dot please." Claire again pleaded with me not to. In
turning Claire face up, Dot released her grip for a second and in that brief
moment I grabbed Claire and hauled her to her feet and was out of the door
before they had time to realise what had happened. Moments later I sat the
sobbing girl on her bed and shut the bedroom door. I knew they could easily
walk in even with the chair I slid across it, but somehow doubted that they
would. As I closed the door, I heard Dot angrily berating her husband. Claire was
still crying as I went and put my arms around her and hugged her close.
Although we were both naked she allowed me to do it. Her tears ran down her
face and on to her breasts; breasts that I hadn't seen before. She wasn't as
flat chested as her dresses made it seem. Leaning over I pulled a tissue from
the box on her dresser and dried her eyes and then her breasts. She gave a
little shudder but didn't murmur or pull away, not even when I wiped a nipple.
"Thanks Ernie…I'm relieved that you didn't but…Why? Why didn't you…"
Claire started.
"They went too far Claire. I know they have
perverted ideas but to expect me to rape you, is going too far even for them. I
like you too much for that."
"You didn't think I was too ugly!"
"You're certainly not that Claire. Certainly not now
that I have seen all of you!" Claire must have remembered her nudity at
that moment because she blushed deeply. Still she didn't force herself from my
embrace. "When we do it Claire I want us both to be willing. I want us
both to enjoy it. Compared to Dot, you're a Marylyn Monroe but even though I
hate that strap of Fred's, I wasn't prepared to rape you. I wasn't then and I
won't now."
We lapsed into silence. Claire broke it with,
"Ern?" I looked at her worried face. "Ern, if…would you… sleep
with me tonight in case they come back in? Would you just hold me… No that's
not fair… I let Fred do it… Sorry, it's just that you're different… Fred just
does it… It means nothing…Repayment on a loan…You…" She stopped her
hesitant sentences. "I don't want to be hurt again…"
"I'd love to just lie and cuddle you Claire but
you'll have to accept that I cannot help what my prick does. I promise it won't
fuck you though unless you ask for it. I need to pee, and do my teeth, will you
be alright for a few minutes?"
"I'll come with you. I'll be interested to see how
you get on with that thing pointing to the ceiling." For the first time
she smiled then started crying again as she pointed to my arse. "My God
Ernie, he really laid it on you. I'd really like to give him a dose of his own
medicine. I'll put some cream on when we've done in here." She did and in
doing so got a very close-up view of my prick, which hardened again when I felt
her touching my welted arse.
I did spend that night in her bed holding her as closely
as I dared and gently fondling her tits. They weren't big but they were a nice
size and firm and the nipples became erect and hard. A complete contrast to the
enormous but soft, floppy mammaries that Dot sported. I fully expected she
would stop me but she just lay still and almost seemed to ignore what I was
doing. I know both of us had a very disturbed night, partly from the angry
thoughts that flooded our minds and from the fact that we were sleeping or at
least in bed together for the first time. I for one had never slept in a bed
with another person. The pain in my arse kept reminding me of what happened. At
three o'clock I got up and went into my room for a couple of paracetamol
tablets. Claire seemed upset when I got out of the bed so I whispered what I
was doing and I soon returned.
As usual I had to get up early for work and inadvertently
woke Claire when I did so. "You going to be okay?" I asked.
"I'll get up now too and go into work early. You'll
be here when I get home?"
"Yes, unless I'm thrown out and then I'll wait
outside for you." We walked to my car and I gave her a lift to work.
Normally she walked all the way because it was less than a mile.
I was still angry when I finished work a bit later than
usual because a server had crashed out and a whole department was idle until I
fixed the problem. Anyway that didn't lighten my mood. Dot was waiting for me
in the kitchen when I arrived home. She was fully dressed so I knew it wasn't
going to be a sex afternoon. Her face looked unusually sombre and I wondered if
indeed I was being thrown out. "I'm very sorry Ernie. We went too
far."
"Too right you did. Had I done what you and Fred
expected or tried to force me to do, we all could be in a police cell
now." That might have been an exaggeration but it was certainly a
possibility. "Claire was very traumatised by the whole thing. Sex with you
two is just routine and means little to her; sex with me seems to command a
much higher price tag. And before you ask, yes I did sleep in her bed last
night and no, we didn't have sex." The anger must have shown in my voice
because she started to cry and many times she said she was sorry. "Claire
has paid off her debt to you and only goes into your room out of a sense of
obligation. That is not to say she doesn't enjoy some of the things you do
together but many times, your perversions are abhorrent to her. Setting her up
to be raped was particularly obnoxious and traumatic. I want a cast iron
assurance that it won't ever happen again," I demanded, "Neither you
nor Fred are to interfere with our private lives again."
Dot pushed a steaming mug of tea towards me.
"Ernie," she started slowly, "I can give you that guarantee and
I am sure Fred will too. Please believe me when I say, we thought we were doing
you a favour. We can see how much you like Claire. We knew you weren't getting
very far with her and thought that if you gave her a good fucking, you might
get on better with each other. It didn't work out like that… but perhaps it
did?" Dot looked in askance at me. "I believe you when you say you
didn't fuck last night but I wouldn't mind betting you went a lot further than
if this had not happened. Am I right?" Her face brightened a little.
"Maybe Dot. But you still went too far and what we
did was more to comfort and calm her rather than for pleasure. Certainly my
arse says so especially as I've been sitting on a hard floor for a couple of
hours trying to get a computer apart and sorting out the problem with it."
"Ern, I'd offer to let you thrash my arse if I thought
you would do it and if it would help ease your anger but I know how you feel
about hurting people. Finish your tea and I'll put some cream on the sore
places if you'll let me."
"It's Fred's arse that should really take the
punishment but I'm not keen on doing that. I'll talk to Claire and if she wants
me to do it then maybe I will. He may think that after a dose of the strap he
is absolved from what he and you did. In my mind, no amount of punishment will
take away the guilt the pair of you should feel." I did allow Dot to take
me to the bathroom and apply some cream and although she massaged it very
sensually into my buttocks, I was still inwardly too annoyed to become aroused.
Claire arrived home later than usual, which surprised me
because after her early start, I expected her to finish early too. She went
straight to her room without entering the kitchen or greeting anyone. I gave
her a few minutes and went and tapped on her door. "It's me, Ernie, can I
come in?" I called softly.
"You're late tonight," I commented when she
bade me enter.
"So what?" he snapped, "Do you think I
wanted to come back to this place? Doesn't seem much else around that's
affordable though. I have been checking. There's one place that has
possibilities but it's on the other side of town and I would have to use the
bus or get another car and drive to work." Claire started weeping and I
tried to put my arms around her but she pushed them away. I put them around her
more forcibly the second time and she just shrugged and left them there.
"Claire," I started after a while, "Let's
look at the situation here. Up to last night we were reasonably happy with the
arrangements. The rent is affordable, the food is good and Fred and Dot are
normally friendly. We have a good size room each and most of the facilities we
need…"
"And we have forced sex and I nearly get
raped."
"Leaving aside last night, can you honestly say you
disliked the sex you had with them?" Claire hung her head. "Be honest
Claire."
"Only sometimes. And the strap. I don't like
that."
"After what happened last night they are never going
to try that again and we may be able to negotiate no more strapping." I
told Claire of Dot's offer to allow me to strap her.
"It's Fred that should take the strap. He's never
had it as far as I know," Claire declared.
"That's exactly what I said, but I didn't think I
would be willing to do it." I gave her the same reasons as I gave Dot.
"I'd certainly do it given the chance and it
wouldn't be just four strokes either. He would get a real punishment from me. I
wouldn't tickle his bloody arse." The words were spoken with surprising
vehemence.
I sat and thought. "You've a phone number for that
place?" Claire nodded. "Go down and use the hall phone and arrange to
view the place, this evening if you can. I'll drive you over there. Make sure
Dot hears you." I explained the plan I thought up. We had a simple
arrangement for using the house phone. We could use it at any time without
asking but we put a few coins in the box alongside to cover the cost of the
call. From upstairs I could hear Claire speaking.
"Stirling House Services?… I'm enquiring about the
flat on Handford Road… Yes, that's the one… What does the rent include?…Yes...
Yes. Could I see it this evening?… Eight o'clock will be fine. Thank you."
Claire put some coins in the box.
Dot came out of the kitchen. "Please Claire, wait
and hear what Fred says before you decide to move out. We don't want you to
leave. We both like you and we are both truly sorry for what happened last
night. We really did think it would bring you and Ernie closer together and
perhaps it has but not in the way we expected. Please, I'm sure we can work
something out. Let me talk to Fred. As you probably guessed it was his idea but
I went along with it so I'm as much to blame."
"I'll think about it but I'm still going to look at
this other place with Ernie tonight." The anger still showed in Claire's
voice.
Dinner was a solemn affair with no one saying much.
Claire went straight to her room afterwards without helping to do the
washing-up as she normally would. I waited behind and did my usual chore of
clearing the table. "Won't you consider persuading her to give us a dose
of the strap to compensate for what we did to her?" Dot asked.
"Claire will make up her own mind but I will talk with her. She's not so squeamish over it as I am and will want to make sure you and particularly Fred, get a proper punishment hiding. If she does it, you'll have real sore arses to go to bed with. Much may depend on what this place is like that we are going to see. I don't really want her to leave either so that's a point in your favour."
The flat was a disappointment. It was smaller than the
description indicated, it needed redecorating and it was overpriced. That was
the reason it hadn't been snapped up earlier. We went to a pub afterwards and
sat in a garden seat. Claire had a couple of glasses of wine and I sipped an
orange juice while we discussed what to do. "I've felt that strap many
times over the last three years," Claire stated, "Usually he didn't
hit very hard but it was always hard enough to make me sniffle. Your bum is
still tender from just four hits last night so if we take up his offer, I want
him to suffer. Dot's never hit me and she takes some of the so-called
punishment you should have. Still I would like to redden her fat arse a bit
too."
"She actually seems to enjoy a little bit of
strapping if it is not too hard. It makes her horny so if it is to be a
punishment, you'd have to hit fairly hard."
"Yeah, I've seen that too," Claire declared,
"We need to make this a punishment that will end all punishments. If they
want sex with us and we are prepared to go along with it, fine but no
repercussions."
"You told me that you quite enjoy most what you do
with Fred and Dot apart from the strap. Are you still keeping to that
story?" I asked Claire.
"Yes. I wouldn't have continued after my debt was
paid if I didn't and in fact I only go to their bedroom when I feel like it. I
know you like screwing Dot…" She fell silent, obviously thinking. "Do
you think you would like to have sex with a skinny thing like me?" she
asked.
For a moment I was taken aback, "Yes of course I
would, but only if you truly want it."
"Friday," she said mysteriously, "After
I've dealt with the Garthwaites."
Friday evening came and Claire still hadn't told me what
she actually intended to do but we hadn't been to look at any more flats. I
know she had said something to our hosts because they looked subdued and a
little worried during dinner that evening so I guessed she was going to use the
strap on them. Dot seemed to take an interminable time finishing the washing-up
until Claire said quietly, "Let's get it over with, shall we?" We all
trooped up the stairs and into Dot's bedroom. Turning to me Claire said,
"You can watch Ernie or you can stay in your room whichever you like but
either way, you are not to interfere. I am going to punish them and I know what
you're like about inflicting pain. I respect you for that but I believe that
sometimes pain has its benefits and this is one of them. Until I purge this
from my system, there will always be a lot of resentment in my heart for what
they did the other night and for some of the things they have done in the past.
They've agreed to it. Please let me handle this in my own way." I agreed
to stand by the door out of the way and watch. Dot and Fred undressed but
Claire and I remained fully clothed.
"Dot, I have decided that you were only an accessory
to my planned rape and therefore I will just give you eight strokes but they
will be hard ones. Punishment ones. Please lie face down on the bed like you
usually do for the strap." Claire gave her verdict and instructions in a
low voice. Dot pleaded for her not to hit too hard but she lay down on the bed
and awaited her punishment. "Whaap!" Claire did hit hard but I still
felt she was holding back. Dot gave a muffled cry but kept in position. Again
the leather belt struck and made its mark across the expanse of Dot's arse.
This time her cry was louder. By the sixth stroke, Dot began sobbing and I had
to resist stopping the hiding. I liked Dot and didn't really want to see her
hurt. Claire cracked the last two strokes very hard causing Dot to yell at each
one. By now her arse was an all over livid red and she was crying unashamedly.
She lay still just rubbing her sore buttocks for a while. I wanted to rub them
for her and even started forward by a look from Claire halted me.
" It's your turn now Fred." Slowly Dot raised
herself and stood by the bed while Fred took her place. He had to tuck his
erection under his belly and I wondered how long it was keep hard when the
punishment started. Claire left the room for a few moments and returned with a
pair of tights. With these she fastened Fred's wrists to the open frame of the
headboard. "Dot, will you kneel and the foot of the bed and hold his
ankles please?" Claire asked. We all rightly guessed Claire really
intended to hurt him. She had that angry look in her eyes I had noticed after
her intended rape.
"I'm not setting a specific number for you
Fred," Claire told him, "I intend to carry on until I think you've
been punished enough."
"That's perhaps worse than knowing he had to take a dozen
strokes," I thought. I watched as Claire picked up Fred's underpants and
stuffed them in his mouth.
"Hold him tight Dot. Remember he has given you quick
a lot of punishment you didn't really deserve and he was the cause of your
getting whacked just now." Claire was totally in command. Dot looked up
and nodded. I could see the tears were still running down her cheeks.
"WHAAPP!!" The belt made a loud noise as it bit
into Fred's hard, tight arse. He jerked and we heard muffled cries but Dot held
him still. "WHAAPP!!" the strap landed hard and again Fred tried to
wriggle free. I wonder just how many strokes as hard as this he could possibly
endure. "WHAAPP!!" "WHAAPP!!" The two went across the back
of his thighs. "WHAAPP!!" "WHAAPP!!" Two more on his arse,
one overlapping a previous stroke. I knew the pain must be pretty terrible.
"WHAAPP!!" "WHAAPP!!" "WHAAPP!!" So the thrashing
went on until by the sixteenth, Fred just lay there. I touched Claire's arm and
mouthed, "Enough." She nodded and threw the strap down. Without
looking back she grabbed my hand and led me into her room and closed the door.
I was shaking a little from the scene I had witnessed and from what I expected
to happen now.
Almost as soon as she closed the door, Claire put her
arms around me and held me close. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry,"
she repeated, "I shouldn't have done that but once I'd started I didn't
know when to stop." She started sobbing and it took quite a while for me
to calm her down.
We heard footsteps going into the bathroom and the shower
start. "Sounds as if they want to soothe their bums," I remarked.
"Do you think they will throw us out after
this?" Claire looked a bit downcast. She wasn't experiencing the elation
she thought would come from have her revenge.
"I doubt it. They agreed to it and it was their
fault in the first place." By now we were sitting on Claire's bed. I
pushed her so she was lying on her back. "Calm down Claire. Relax." I
spoke quietly and then kissed her.
We lay side by side cuddling for a long while almost
without speaking until Claire said, "Ern, I more or less promised you
could have sex with me tonight. Do you still want to?" The answer was
obvious and she knew it from the way my rigid prick was pressing into her side.
Gallantly I answered, "Only if you want to."
"I do. I want you so badly." Hastily we
undressed each other and coupled as if there were only minutes left to live.
Later when the heat of our passion had cooled, we did it again in a more
leisurely fashion.
Next morning after I had returned from updating a
programme on our server, we all sat in the kitchen and discussed what had
happened. We agreed the belt should be locked away and only used for real
punishments, punishments that would have to be agreed before hand. Dot asked
that Fred be allowed to use it on her if she asked for it and if Fred
controlled how hard he hit. We said yes. It was also agreed that we could have
sex with each other by mutual agreement with no repercussions. If either party
said no, it meant no. Claire and I would stay for the foreseeable future or
until we decided to get a place of our own and set up home together.
Claire and I discussed our association later that
weekend. Having been hurt once, Claire was reluctant to rush into a full
relationship again. Even one with me. It worked out that I didn't sleep with
her every night and nor did I have sex with Dot every afternoon but both of
them kept me happy. Claire on rare occasions visited Dot's bedroom more out of
courtesy than need.
Now, two years on, Claire and I are due to get married at
the weekend. We do have a house of our own and have lived together for the last
three months. Dot has two men lodgers and they keep her satisfied or so she says
and Fred is happy too. All in all in worked out well for us.
Finis
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