P01E14

I suddenly noticed how Marcy’s body wasn’t really standing up anymore, her muscles had relaxed and she was hanging across the bar, limp as a wet rag, just the cuffs and shackles on her wrists keeping her from falling to the floor. Her moaning had turned to a quiet sobbing, breathing heavily now that the rain of the flogger coming down on her had stopped. I wondered for a second if she would agree with Howard’s “no harm done” comment, then realized that as I knew her so far, she probably would.

I put my hand on her right buttock and caressed it gently. It felt hot, almost burning, and the previous smooth condition of her skin had become uneven, as it was broken by a tangible texture where the strikes had marked her. My touch triggered her again immediately, and her ass pushed back as if it welcomed my soothing touch. I lowered my hand a bit and let my thumb penetrate her once more. It was welcomed; there was a slight but distinct tendency in her body to ride herself up against my hand.

When I looked at Howard, he smiled proudly, and said: “She’s remarkable, isn’t she? A thrashing like this is sure to incite a deep lust in her… she’s **** for a fuck right now. So, did you decide yet? “

“Decide on what?”

“Well, how do you want to frame your first fuck? Do you want to take her in the standard way, and splash into her slit? Or do you want to skip that for now, and shoot your load into her asshole straight away? “

I had somehow managed to forget his talk of this option yesterday; but now that he mentioned it again, it seemed attractive. I didn’t know much about ass fucking, I was aware of its existence, but that’s about it. It was shrouded in a mist of taboo, mystery, forbiddenness, and altogether tremendously interesting, yet completely ruled out in social conversation. Most people I knew were very reserved about it, to the point where it wasn’t even discussed, and even the tough guys in school didn’t claim that they had fucked their loose chicks from behind. They would probably be laughed at as “liars”. In fact no one in school talked much about it at all, as if it was a thing that only happened on Mars. An opportunity like this might not come around for a long time to come, who knows, maybe even never.

On the other hand, I was curious about a regular fuck as well; after all, it was how a fuck was “supposed” to be done, if that meant anything. It would be strange to fuck an asshole without even knowing how a pussy felt.

I replied: “I think I should start out in the traditional way, fucking her pussy. I’m not going home tomorrow after all, right? Maybe we can get back to her asshole later on? “

Howard made a generous gesture, and said: “Of course, of course! There’s really no rush. It is all up to you really, I’m happy to make my wife available to you in either way. “

My dick hadn’t had much downtime since Howard returned anyway, but thinking about this choice had firmed him up even more. “Now, now, now!!”, he was singing to me. I didn’t even really consider Howard’s next question, whether I’d prefer to fuck her as she was, or if we should lay her down on her back to enable a missionary position. I would take her now, draped over that metal rod, worn out and weak. I unzipped my pants, and it dropped to my knees. I stepped up behind her, and pressed my loins against her battered ass. My dick found the right way in without any assistance, and I drove it deep into her straight away, forcing a deep grunt from her lungs that didn’t seem to indicate discomfort at all. I had had concerns that I wouldn’t know what to do when the big moment came, but I needn’t have worried. Everything fell into place, it felt natural and good as my dick split her pussy wide open, and there was no doubt about the right movement as I started thrusting in on her.

Then everything turned extremely cliché and embarrassing. On the third deep thrust, I came. I pushed my loins even harder against her ass as I shot my load as deep inside her as I could. I felt how the shot quenched the fire inside me. My muscles relaxed, the heat of arousal subsided.

My withdrawal was met by a disappointed lament from Marcy and a thundering laugh from Howard.

“Oh jeez,“ he said, “the tension was a bit much for you, wasn’t it? Man, she may be a horny slut, but three blows still isn’t going to do it for her!”

I bowed my head and blushed. I caught a glimpse of my dick. It was shrinking visibly as I watched, shriveling away to its minimum size, dangling gloomy between my legs, powerless and futile.

Howard stepped up to me, and patted me on the shoulder. “It’s OK, “ he said, “we will get that back to working order soon. Just relax for now. Would you like a drink? “

I nodded. He liberated Marcy of her shackles and took the gag from her mouth. She sank to her knees, but didn’t collapse completely. Howard ignored her and walked away from her. I got rid of the pants around my ankles and walked back to an armchair in nothing but my shirt, and plumped down in it. Pouring drinks himself this time, Howard said: “Well, I expected something like that, you know. I realize all this is a bit much for you. But don’t worry, I think there was no way to prevent it. You’re a healthy teenager and testosterone is racing all through your body; then being around a gorgeous and spurring slut like my Marcy for over 24 hours, watching her and fantasizing, and realizing those fantasies are about to become a reality… yeah, that would drive a boy wild. But now that your first shot is out of the way, we should be able to get some more perseverance from you. Relax, have a sip! Marcy, get your ass over here! Give us a lily on the coffee table!”