Freaky Honeymoon

                          Freaky Honeymoon - Chapter 14

       Marsha knew she was in for a good shagging based on Harold's order to unbutton his trousers and let his soldier out for a breath of fresh air. She leaned over and complied, her small hand wrapping around his flaccid sex organ. For the next mile or so he drove carefully as she pumped life back into his tally whacker, as he was fond of calling it. As his prong grew in size and stiffness he smiled and hinted she show her privates to encourage his soldier to grow still stronger and harder. She could not resist his suggestion and soon her bare vulva was on display. From there it was easy to begin pleasuring herself with one hand while her other was engaged in making sure his soldier was ready for duty once they got back to his place. Harold was licking his lips in anticipation by the time he navigated the curve around the front of his home. Marsha nearly matched him when it came to sexual excitement.

       Fortunately for Marsha, any leakage from the previous activity at the doctor's office was taken up by her rather pedestrian knickers. Unlike their previous tryst, this time Marsha was very careful not to leak any sperm onto the automobile's interior. She knew Harold's keen eye would discern any failure on her part to keep his auto clean. Still he wanted more in the sense of her subservience, requiring Marsha to remove all her clothing below the waist and walk in front of him on their way to the front door so he could watch her bottom sway and bounce. Her client was fastidious even though she was no stranger to his home. He instructed her to remove the rest of her clothing and pile it on the floor of the closet by the door, stating the obvious that she wouldn't be needing them while she was within his home. Out came the handcuffs and Marsha knew she was in for it!

       Now with her hands cuffed behind her back, he made her lead the way and this time as she climbed the stairs Harold swatted her on the bottom every other step. Her bum was smarting by the time they stood at the landing. She waited to be prodded in whatever direction he wanted her to take. She winced inwardly when he had her start walking toward the end of the corridor where the rather ornate bathroom was located. Marsha had spent enough time in that big bathroom to know that certain distasteful activities were probably already planned in advanced for her. Her fears were proven to be correct. First Harold had her step into the large shower stall and assume a kneeling position facing him. Her eyes widened as he disrobed. Would he be joining her, and for what nefarious reason? Once naked he moved to within a step of her position and ordered Marsha to tilt her head back and keep her eyes closed or she would suffer greatly for her disobedience.

       Poor, trusting Marsha thought for a moment that he was about to turn on the shower and join her for some sex. Instead she felt a wetness on her brow that quickly moved down to her face. Its intensity grew stronger and some rolled down to her lips. It only took one swipe of her lips to let her know that Mr. Featherstone was pissing in her face. She was mortified! Then she heard him speaking to her.

       "My dear wife could never get used to this little diversion, but nonetheless she allowed me to perform it whenever I wished. I trust you can be counted upon in the same way despite your feelings for the activity. Be advised that failure in this matter will cause me to have to cancel your upcoming surgeries, and I was so looking forward to seeing you with large breasts and a firm, rounded bum. This is only the initial part of your examination. Now I want you to open your mouth and capture my stream until you are told to close. Do not swallow, but await further instructions."

       The stream had stopped after his first few words, and now it resumed. For a moment Marsha refused to open her mouth and then the thought of losing this wonderful opportunity to have her body rebuilt inside and out took command of her senses. She opened her mouth as widely as possible and tilted her head back even further to capture more of the golden stream that was arcing in her direction. She heard her patron chuckle as her mouth filled to overflowing and began running down the front of her body, reminding her of the major deficiency in the size of her breasts. Then to her dismay she realized her nipples were hardening despite her situation. This was a revelation that she was going to keep to herself at all costs. However Harold already noticed the same response and smiled broadly at its meaning. Some of his friends who were ardent practitioners of water sports were going to be delighted with this one's acceptance of their dirty little secret.

       Harold Featherstone's examination of Marsha's limits continued. He now ordered her to gargle using the piss she had captured in her mouth. She dutifully did as he ordered and Harold watched with satisfaction as she continued to gargle while he mentally counted to ten very, very slowly. He smiled happily as she waited for further instructions once he told her to stop, but continue to hold the piss in her mouth. He couldn't resist calling her "miss piss" to gauge her reaction to this insult. Her eyes remained shut, but her stiff nipples got even stiffer, an excellent sign that he had indeed pierced her disguise.

       For a few brief moments he toyed with the idea of making Marsha his own personal sex slave on a long-term basis, but reality intruded. Harold sighed and told her to swallow his golden offering and do it like a lady, a joke on her for certain. There was no resistance, she swallowed every drop and even smacked her lips. As a reward he emptied the rest of his bladder into her mouth and made her go through the same humiliating routine. To his delight she even opened her eyes this time and looked up at him as she ingested the last of his urine. He reached out and patted her on the head as if she were a dog that just learned a new trick. Then he entered the shower stall and ordered her to begin sucking his cock so he could sodomize her in the shower under a nice warm cascade of water.

       Marsha's ardent sucking paid large dividends, as Harold's prong grew to a rather impressive length and thickness, all the more amazing considering what he had been doing earlier in Carver Cleaver's playpen of an office with Trixie. He turned Marsha around so she could lean her head against the tile wall of the shower stall. He hadn't kissed her for obvious reasons, but now as he thumbed her pointed nipples, he also nuzzled the side of her neck and emboldened by her sharp intake of breath, his teeth clamped down on her ear lobe and Marsha responded by pushing her bottom against his groin and rubbing up and down in search of his stiff prong. He spread her bottom cheeks and nosed the head of his hard rod into that dark recess. His partner groaned loudly over the roar of the water splashing over both of them. Inch by slow inch his prong bored deeper and deeper into her tight butt hole. Finally he was solidly wedged between her cheeks and then the fun began in earnest.

       His partner began moving in rhythm to the slow in and out motion of his hard member. His hands squeezed her small tits harder and harder as he picked up the pace. The minutes passed without any conclusion. Harold was beginning to pay for his excesses earlier today. He began to believe that it was all Trixie's fault for egging him on to that final coupling. His testicles were depleted and it was unlikely that he could generate enough for a reasonable ejaculation. Finally with a sigh of defeat he withdrew from Marsha's tight butthole and announced he was unable to finish what he had started. She was a bit disappointed, but understanding, and so this little tête-à-tête in the shower ended without a result worth mentioning. To his credit Harold made amends as best he could and Marsha could barely stand after his fingers had probed her cunt and turned its insides into a swampy mess of excited flesh. Marsha was now clean inside as well as outside. She rued the fact that he would not be able to take advantage of this situation presently. However it would later lead to a very favorable situation for Marsha.

       After toweling off they adjourned to his bedroom to rest and talk of the future before he drove her home to Andrew. Harold was still excited by the whole idea of becoming involved financially in the establishment of a high-end private club catering to those who had a taste for the darker side of things. He and his wife had discussed such a venture a number of times, but never went further than idle chatter. Now he had the money and connections to be a behind the scenes player in starting such a venture. Between that and the assistance of Marsha and her husband with their connections, there was a reasonable chance that this might become a viable proposition. Marsha was on the verge of shouting to the housetops as he described his idea for her and what role she and Andrew might play. It was then that he showed her what would be expected in the near term.

       " I have a list of possible investors, all of whom will shall we say, want to sample the merchandise. You will be my prize package and I will work you very hard while Andrew develops the other girls for the club. I intend to have you meet with an investor almost every evening and they will use you as they see fit. That was the reason for that nasty episode in the shower this evening. Had you demurred, my concept with you as one of the key players would have ended until I could produce someone else to replace you. I'll also let you know right now that you will on occasion be interacting with a couple where the woman is the more dominant member. Are you ready for that little situation? "

       Little did Marsha know what her husband had in store for her upon her return this evening. Still in all, under the circumstances she was certain she could handle anything that came her way when it came to satisfying potential backers for the establishment Harold just finished describing in broad brush strokes. To seal the deal she offered him her ass once more, but he declined with thanks. Her patron was tired out from the day's activities and so for that matter was Marsha. She suddenly had this overwhelming urge to get into her bed, snuggle up against Andrew and go to sleep. On that note she dressed and accompanied Harold who proceeded to drive her home with the promise to have her first client available no later than the evening after the next.

       She was practically walking on air when she entered their flat and got the surprise of her life. Andrew was lying on the couch, naked and watching a porn video. Kneeling on the floor beside him was a girl perhaps fifteen or sixteen years old. She too was naked, revealing a fairly decent set of tits already, and her head was bobbing up and down as she sucked Andrew's cock. It took a moment for it to sink into her consciousness that this girl sucking her husband's cock with almost professional skill was his younger sister, Rosalyn, now filling out in all the right places. Marsha was struck dumb at this realization. She was watching an incestuous coupling between her husband and his sister and neither looked the slightest bit embarrassed over her appearance. In fact her husband waved to her and introduced his sister, as if she didn't know whom that tramp was. When he spoke she thought she'd faint, then remembered her own promise to Harold that nothing could faze her when it came to achieving her dream.

       " It's about time you came home, Rosalyn got tired of waiting for you, so we started without you. It's just like the old days at home when she was a wild child of thirteen putting out pussy for everyone but her older brother. I think she was even giving dad some head in exchange for looking the other way while she was out trolling for trouser snakes. That simply wouldn't do and so one night I cornered her when our parents were out playing bingo or some such silly game. I threatened her with an old fashioned spanking for openers if she didn't start taking care of me as well. I was amazed at her response, which was to strip to her knickers, kneel on the floor and give me a big grin. It seems she was angling for her big brother for some time, but I was too busy spying on her to notice her efforts."

       " Well that night she sealed the deal. I got not one but two blow jobs and both times she swallowed every drop and smacked her lips for more. After that I sort of became her pimp, at least making sure that no one took too much advantage of a young, up and coming whore to be. It took a few more months before she got up enough nerve to let me fuck her and boy did I ever? She walked funny for days after our first get together. We continued on a regular basis until you came along and Rosalyn backed away and took up with an older guy who treated her fairly decently as best I could figure. "

       Marsha opened and closed her mouth a few times, but nothing came out that made sense. Then Rosalyn introduced herself in a more friendly way. She stood up, her brother's cum glistening on her lips, and sauntered toward her. Before Marsha could react, the teenager gave her a wet kiss and a taste of her husband's cum. The next thing that happened was her fingers working to undress the shocked wife. Her husband took it all in with a small smile on his face. Marsha realized that this scene had been prepared in advance, and was his way of expressing his unhappiness concerning her relationship with Harold Featherstone. Then Andrew stood up and was all business.

       " My sister is joining us at my request. It's fairly obvious that she has the figure and the desire to be a great lady of the evening. Now that this matter is history, why don't you get naked?  Then I'll take some video of you and my sister doing some very naughty things to each other and later on your darling husband as well. Angie will be joining us in about another hour after her shift is done in order to run the camera when it's the three of us. Let's start off with a nice hot sixty-nine and then move into some more naughty positions to show in intimate detail what two loose ladies can do with time on their hands. "

       She acted as if she had become an automaton, allowing Rosalyn to take the lead and take plenty of liberties with her body as they posed for Andrew's camera. When she inserted her tongue into the teenager's quim she immediately encountered evidence that the girl had taken a considerable amount of cum from a source or sources. She was sure much of it was from her husband and this made her want to cry, so unhappy was she at this moment. Rosalyn's tongue was also probing her quim and finding it fresh and clean. That seemed to break the ice between them, and their attention to each other's private parts became quite ardent to the delight of her husband, who moved from one position to another in an effort to capture what was going on in his little flat. For now, Marsha was living in the present and doing her best to give as well as she received. A few minutes later Andrew's camera captured his wife's initial orgasm; a rather massive outpouring that shocked her teenage partner. Then the teenager recovered her senses and quickly returned to the task of getting her companion off again before she too was sent to a lovely place by Marsha's busy tongue and lips.

                       (To be continued - jethro jodhpur)