Chapter Eleven -- Friday Night Frights
"How can you possibly satisfy your master's sexual needs dressed like that?"
Jerry demanded when Tina submissively knelt before him with her butt plugged, a
full head harness locking a short rubber penis in her mouth, and her hands
cuffed behind her back.
"Mmmff," she said around the gag, nuzzling Wendy's leg with her head. When Wendy
looked down at her, their eyes met. Tina shifted her eyes from Wendy toward her
husband and she made another sound around the gag.
"Are your sure?" Wendy asked Tina, having received the message that she was to
be the surrogate to service Master Jerry. To emphasize the point, Tina put her
head behind Wendy and nudged the young woman toward her husband.
"You're sure?" Jerry now asked, standing up from his chair to receive an
affirmative nod from his submissive wife.
"It seems I'm to be your gift," Wendy said softly, nervously. "I'm a virgin.
Really. And I've never in my life gotten a man off like this," she added. Just a
few days ago, she had taken a man's cock into her mouth for the first time. That
was just a test, to see if she would obey and to let an experienced man evaluate
her lack of technique. Now she was faced with the real thing... in public... in
front of the other women. She was excited as she knelt, unzipped Jerry's pants,
and engulfed the throbbing cock that jumped out at her face.
Wendy didn't know many tricks, but she used her tongue to swish the bottom of
the cock in her mouth and pressed firmly with her lips as she started bobbing
her head. Jerry's arousal helped. So did his hands on the back of her head,
setting the rhythm that brought him off quickly. Wendy desperately gobbled,
wanting to please Jerry and to show herself that she could satisfy a man. Jerry
groaned loudly, closed his eyes, and shot more spunk for Wendy to swish around
her mouth, savoring the pungent taste.
"Thank you," she smiled down at Tina. "But you'll have to be punished even more
since I had to do your work."
Tina's eyes smiled at Wendy as she rose, wiping a remnant of come from the
corner of her mouth with the back of her hand and then licking it off. With
Jennifer's help, they moved Tina to the rack and secured her in an
uncomfortable, bent-over posture. One by one, the young freshmen striped Tina's
bottom with the cane, wincing more themselves than Tina did.
Maria devilishly remembered the Ben-Gay and massaged it into the wickedly cut
buttocks. Even though there was no blood, most of the strokes had raised weals.
They heard Tina's deep-throated whine even around the gag before Maria finished.
It was Debbie who stepped in front of Tina and said, "If we release you, do you
agree to be our slave for the rest of the weekend?"
Tina, tears streaking down her face, nodded affirmatively and was released from
the rack. She could barely walk, and the freshmen had difficulty staying in
character. "Thank you for correcting my behavior for my master, mistresses,"
Tina sobbed when the gag was removed, reassuring them.
"You're welcome, slave. Now present yourself to your master," Wendy ordered.
"Yes, mistress."
"Please, master," Tina begged. "Use my well prepared asshole for your pleasure.
It's only warm now. The cream is no longer uncomfortably hot."
Jerry was hard again. He forcefully removed the plug with an audible 'pop' and
slammed into his wife's abused hole, burying himself completely in one violent
thrust.
"Yes!" Tina screamed as his lower abdomen met her still flaming bottom. "Yes,
master!"
It took longer to finish this time. And everyone watched in awe, even Clarice
and Lucy.
"This is getting a little heavy for me," Jennifer whispered to Debbie.
"Me, too, but she's sure getting off on it."
"Yeah. But now what?"
"Let's ask Lucy."
Lucy provided lots of ideas. "I'm pretty sure her safe word at home is 'Beetle
Juice.' Our standard safe word is 'red'. If she says either one, whatever you're
doing stops immediately. She won't say it unless it's really too much. She's
much too proud. Have fun."
-=*=-
Adrenaline was pumping, keeping Darlene alert. It was only eleven but she hadn't
heard a sound for half an hour, so she slid out of bed and crept down the
hallway to the gym, looking for some sort of clothing. It was locked.
Tiptoeing back to the office, she found it unlocked and got Tina's keys,
gripping them tightly so they wouldn't jingle and alert someone. Then, still
nude and barefoot, she crept out to Tina's car, praying that Tina had left
something for her to wear in the little Ford.
The dome light nearly blinded her, but she instantly saw a gym bag in the back
seat. It contained only pair of exercise shorts and a thin tank top. Short
shorts, Darlene realized when she pulled them on, and in Tina's size, not hers.
The shorts were so tight that Darlene feared that they would tear, but the
Spandex finally stretched around her big butt. And on Tina, the top would have
been short, thin, and sexy. On Darlene, it was obscene. Her breasts nearly burst
it, her nipples poking out the front in the chilly air.
Frightened by her actions, Darlene started the car. She winced as she ground the
gears, not used to a standard transmission. She was sure someone had heard the
sound and that she would be carried back inside to suffer terrible punishments.
Even with some moonlight, she had to turn on the headlights to see the driveway.
She expected staff to show up and carry her off in chains at any moment. She
breathed a sigh of relief when the old buildings were out of sight.
She was surprised at the length of the gravel driveway. It took fifteen minutes
for her to reach the gate -- which was closed. She slowed as she approached it,
wondering how she was going to get it open, when it began to open by itself. As
soon as she drove through, the gate switched directions and began to roll
closed.
Darlene shivered even with the heater blasting hot air on her body. She felt cut
off from civilization as the gate latched behind her, and felt new fears that
she would get lost with no money, no identification, no defenses, no watch, no
shoes, almost no clothing, and no idea where she was.
Tina told her it was easy to find her way back. "Just take the first paved left,
go six miles, and then turn right. In about ten minutes, you'll start to
recognize things," Tina had told her. But it seemed like she had driven for
hours before she saw a road going left. It turned out to be a gravel driveway.
And the next road, which even had a street sign and highway number, was also
gravel, just a farm road. She was crying in fear, sure that she had missed the
turn-off, when a paved crossroads came into view. She prayed that it was 'left,
then right' and not the other way around as she turned.
It was some minutes later when Darlene realized that she hadn't checked the
odometer. "Go six miles," Tina had said. She considered going back to the
crossroads but decided against it. She didn't check the route number that she
came off of and intersections came up fairly often now. It was in the middle of
nowhere when she came on a stop sign. Scared to death that she was going to get
lost out here, she decided to turn right.
After driving for what she guessed was ten minutes, she didn't see anything that
she recognized. Tears made driving difficult as she continued, not knowing where
she was or where she was going. She wondered again about turning back, but she
knew she could never find the way. And then she noticed that the gas gauge was
sitting below the E.
'At least it's June and not freezing,' she thought, wondering when she was going
to be stranded in the middle of nowhere. It was then that she saw a sign for the
state park, a park where her family occasionally came to fish for perch and
bass, a place that she recognized. But Dwayne always drove. Could she find her
wayback?
She sighed in relief when a sign came into view saying "I-81 -- 4.8miles." Other
red, white, and blue signs led her to the interstate highway that she knew would
lead her home. Once on the four lane, she discovered that the Festiva had a
fifth gear, not like the Beetle that she drove as a teenager.
A chill ran down her spine when she saw flashing blue lights beside the road.
She glanced at the speedometer to see the needle pointing to 75 and immediately
let up on the accelerator pedal. She gripped the wheel in a death grip, sure
that the state trooper had clocked her speed, that she was going to be arrested,
taken to jail in the scanty outfit..
..but the trooper already had his quarry. She saw the trooper facing a man
trying to touch his nose with a fingertip as she coasted by the blue-gray car
with the flashing blue lights. For the rest of the trip, she maintained her
speed at exactly the posted limit and drove carefully so that she wouldn't
attract attention, praying that the gas would hold out.
New frights assailed her mind as she approached her family's simple wood framed
home on the poor side of town. She didn't have a key and Dwayne was a heavy
sleeper. Could she wake him without waking the kids? Would a neighbor see her
in..? How would she explain..?
She felt crazed when she pulled Tina's little car into the driveway behind
Dwayne's pickup and got out, her nipples hardening almost painfully from the
chill. Her bare feet were instantly cold from the damp ground as she looked
around, hoping none of the neighbors were up.
She tried the front door. Locked. And the back. Also locked. Then she crept
around the side of the house. Their bedroom window was open but the screen
covered the opening. "Dwayne," she called in a whisper. "Dwayne!" She knocked on
the outside edge of the wooden window frame and then through the screen against
a window pane. She whispered her husband's name louder, then softly called, and
finally yelled, "Dwayne, damn you, wake up!"
She spun around to lean against the clap boards with flaking paint and cursed
herself and her husband and her luck and then nearly died of fright when she
heard, "I thought that was you."
"Dwayne, thank God!" Darlene gasped. They hugged. In seconds, the hug had turned
into a lewd bump-and-grind. For their first thirteen years of marriage, Darlene
and Dwayne often found themselves in similar groping embraces. Darlene always
hoped and prayed that Dwayne would follow through rather than leaving her in
need. But that morning, standing outdoors beside the house, remembering
Clarice's mini-lecture about when 'dirty words' were appropriate, she told her
husband, "Fuck me. Please?"
With a growl, Dwayne pushed the thin tank top up and attacked her breasts,
squeezing one roughly and sucking the other, grazing his teeth over the nipple.
Interconnecting nerves in Darlene's body signaled her pussy to release a flood
of lubricant that quickly wet the crotch of the little white shorts. She
couldn't wait. "Here. Now. God, how I need you! Fuck me. Now!"
"Back yard," Dwayne managed to say around the nipple that throbbed in his mouth.
He pushed her backward, never breaking the embrace, guiding her toward the
hammock stretched between the maple trees that ruined what might otherwise be a
lawn.
She leaned back into the ropes, stretching them. Dwayne grabbed her butt and
lifted her onto the hammock, hooking under the waist band of the little shorts
while his hands were there to peel them down her legs. He stood back and looked
at his wife in the dim light of the moon and glow from streetlights. "You are
one sexy slut," he growled softly.
"Who needs to be fucked. Please don't make me wait."
He smiled at what he saw. His wife, always a bundle of sexual energy, who hadn't
used a cuss word in thirteen years, was stroking her pussy. He had only seen a
woman play with her pussy in the porno' movies he sometimes rented or in
magazines. Bu there was his wife, one hand holding herself open for him, and the
other swirling around her lower belly. "I like it when you tell me what you
want," he said softly.
"Well right now I want your _COCK_ in my _CUNT_," she told him, spitting out the
four letter words for emphasis and because it make her hotter and because he
liked it. "Do it hard! Fuck me!"
She was actually begging him. No chance of his being rejected, of her turning
her back on him at the last minute while his nuts ached for release. He smiled
as he moved against her and pushed, rocking the hammock up until her gaping sex
was level with his cock. He aimed it with one hand and let her slide onto his
shaft.
Darlene wrapped her legs around her skinny husband and used her heels to drive
him fully into her, sighing in satisfaction as she felt the wonderful sensation
of fullness that she so loved. But this was different. She suddenly realized
what she was doing, masturbating in front of her husband. Not just in front of,
but with... She blushed. More accurately, she flushed with excitement, aroused
by the naughtiness of what she was doing.
'And he likes it,' she realized. He said so. He liked it when she talked dirty.
He obviously liked... Oh, shit! The combination of his cock and her fingers. She
was there! And the most violent orgasm she had ever experienced exploded,
surprising her. "Oh, gawddd." she gasped, bucking up, using the hammock's
springy ropes to further increase the lovely friction as the first explosion
subsided.
"Ready to go to bed?" Dwayne asked softly.
"Are you?" Darlene asked uncertainly.
"Only if you are."
She was tired. And afraid that a neighbor would hear them. Or one of the kids.
But she was turned on. Dwayne's nice, average, but very satisfying cock was
still hard and still firmly sheathed in her pussy. "I kind of like it out here,"
she whispered.
"Yeah," he agreed. "We should do this more often."
"What?"
"Come outside."
"Or in the truck," Darlene giggled, remembering when she was younger... and
smaller, and they would grope nearly to orgasm and then she'd lift one leg over
the seat and he'd awkwardly push his pants down and...
"We haven't tried the kid's tree house or the lawn chairs."
"Or the wading pool," Darlene snickered, feeling giddy.
"Keep going," Dwayne said, confusing Darlene.
"Going where?"
"Doing that," he replied, looking down where they were still joined.
Darlene blushed, blood making every inch of her exposed skin feel hot as she
realized that she was still stroking her pussy, pulling up so her labia and
little clit hood provided a pleasant stimulation. 'He likes that? He likes it...
when I touch myself, when.. Oh, what I've missed.' She asked him, "Do you like
it when I play with myself like this?"
"Yeah." He put his hands on her hips and gently rocked the hammock, sliding his
hardon in and out. He watched and felt his wife open her outer pussy lips again
and begin to stroke herself for his viewing pleasure.
'Kegel exercises,' Darlene's dirty mind suggested. Busy hands and busy pussy
muscles and busy cock thrusting and... 'I'm going to come again,' she realized
with astonishment. 'And I'm not just playing with myself. Well, I am but not in
bed with Dwayne at work and me frustrated that... Oh, thank you Lord and
Clarice,' she silently prayed as a second explosion approached. She no longer
had to consciously clench her pelvic muscles as they spasmed on their own. Her
hand was strumming her clit and her muscles, all of them, tensed at once and...
POW!
Buck and bounce, the hammock providing the perfect amount of give to absorb her
contortions. "Gawd, yes! Fuck! Fuck, fuck fuckfuuaaauuuccck!"
