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Chapter 03 � Tipping Mrs. Kline�s Velvet
���� ��Now,
Mrs. Chapman, if you don�t want more knocking about, you�ll do as your told,�
said Mrs. Kline as soon as we reached her accommodations.
���� �Yes, Ma�am,� I said wanting above all to
avoid a further beating.� I could still
taste the blood in my mouth.� My upper
lip was split and my ribs sore.� To say I
wasn�t used to such treatment was an understatement.� I had never been subjected to violence of any
kind.� Mrs. Kline�s brutal fists had left
me trembling and afraid.� Add to that,
the fact I was stripped naked in front of strangers and had my person violated in
a most public and vile fashion and you have an accurate picture of my wretched
condition.
���� If only my Papa were here, none of this
would have happened.� He would have put
Lord Walshingham in his place.� Poor
Percy, I hope that horrible ruffian Mr. Hornsby doesn�t harm him or force him
to do anything unmanly.
���� �Sweetly said, I think the four of us are
going to get along all right,� said Mrs. Kline beginning to undress.� �What do you think, Liza?�
���� �They say fine ladies have the softest
tongue for tipping the velvet,� said Mary.�
�Tell us, Mrs. Chapman, have you ever eaten pussy before?�
���� When I expressed my willingness to
cooperate, I had no idea they intended for me to commit the sin that dare not
speak its name.� Sapphic love was so
repellant to my nature I immediately withdrew my consent.� �No, of course not, that is a horrid,
perverted act.� For a lady such as
myself, it is out of the question,� I replied.�
�Where is Percy?� I demand to see
my husband.�
���� �I would hazard to guess he is sucking Mr.
Hornsby�s cock,� said Mrs. Kline.
���� �Or taking it up his bum� added Liza with
a giggle.
���� My mind reeled at the thought of my Percy
being sodomised.� I doubted a genteel and
noble spirit like my husband could survive such depravity.
���� �Which I can tell you from my own
experience is likely to disturb your shits for days on end,� said Mary bending
over to flip her skirt over her back displaying the fact she wasn�t wearing
undergarments.� The perversity of Lord
Walshingham and his servants was unbounded.
���� �The Governor does not keep men in his
service with small cocks,� said Mrs. Kline.�
�Your husband looks to be the sort that has been buggered before.� I suggest you leave off worrying about your
Mister and concentrate on what will keep you from another trashing,� said Mrs.
Kline removing her chemise to reveal enormous breasts.� �Cone here and give my boobies a nice kiss.�
���� I stood transfixed as she lifted her
breasts offering them to me.� In spite of
the situation, I could not bring myself to place my mouth in contact with her
perverted flesh.��� ��
��� �So that�s how it is, Mrs. Chapman.� Instead of enjoying a nice lying in, you�d
prefer to have your ass whipped.� They
say some ladies of quality are into being knocked about.� It makes them randy. ��Are you going to tip the velvet willingly or
will you require further persuading?� asked Mrs. Kline unfastening her skirt.
���� �I�m sorry. I just can�t.� No matter what you do to me, I will not
perform such an unchristian act,� I said defiantly.
���� �Get her ready, girls,� said Mrs. Kline
growing angry.� �She�ll soon be begging
to lick our twats.�
���� I didn�t physically resist but did plead
with all my heart for mercy as they tied my hands and ankles to the bedposts.� I was left standing at the foot of the oversized
bed with my arms and legs outstretched.�
The position reminded me of Our Savior�s time on the cross.� I took solace from the similarity and vowed
that no matter how much I suffered to refuse to join in such sinful behavior.
���� However, I was to quickly learn that those
who follow the devil have the power to overcome even the most determined
believer in the Good Lord.� I had hoped
to act like one of the early Christian martyrs resisting evil until the last;
but I proved to be of weaker stuff.
���� To say, our honeymoon had not gotten off
to a good start is an understatement.� I
was looking forward to our first night together.� My mother had taken me aside before the
wedding and explained my wifely duties in the boudoir.� I was somewhat aghast at certain practices
but Mother assured me they were expected and I was not to refuse Percy.
���� �Do what he asks and he will be a happy
husband.� I have never refused your
father anything and he can be very demanding,� was my Mother�s advice.� Mother�s descriptions of possible acts I
would be asked to perform in the marriage bed peaked my curiosity, making me intensely
curious how my husband would use me for his pleasure.
���� I was beyond excited at the prospect of
losing my maidenhead to Percy and anxious to learn what demands he would
make.� But as the
����� From the first moment at the train
station, I sensed something was amiss and I warned Percy not to accept the
transport offered by Mr. Hornsby.� But my
new husband ignored my misgivings and happily agreed to go along.� It wasn�t until we were headed out of
���� At Lord Walshingham�s the sudden
appearance of Harry Pelham had proved to be quite a shock. �Harry�s behavior was beyond rude, proving my
decision not to accept his suit was a wise one.�
The man is a cad and a mountebank.�
When we return to
���� I was trying hard not to recall the
ignominy visited on my by Lord Walshingham.�
The savage beating had been eclipsed by the intense shame of being
stripped naked in front of strangers.�
And the abject humiliation of being turned upside down and having my most
personal and private parts violated by the Lord and Harry�s rude fingers was
beyond anything I had experienced in my eighteen years.� I had been treated no better than a girl of
the docks who pleasured sailors for a few pennies.
���� The prospect of losing my virginity to
Harry or his Uncle was too dreadful to contemplate.�� Harry would make me his whore to humiliate
Percy.� I resolved that no matter who
violates my body, in my heart, I will be true to my beloved husband.
��������� �Show her what�s expected, Liza� said
Mrs. Kline interrupting my guilty thoughts.
���� Without the slightest hesitation, the
little blonde climbed onto the bed, flipped over on her back and positioned her
head between my outstretched legs.� I
howled in shame as her tongue flickered across my most personal and private parts.� I was being subjected to the most horrible
sin known to womankind.� It was the one
sin that could never be atoned for.� I
faced the prospect of burning in hell fires for all eternity.
����� �She tastes like a lady,� said Liza
performing in a practiced fashion indicating my sex was not the first she had
violated.� The attack of her tongue upon
my sex drew forth a flood of physical pleasure reminding me of Satan�s power.
���� Liza�s hand was buried in her own sex,
briskly rubbing the knob of flesh my mother referred to as the love button.� Mother had emphasized how important it was to
my enjoyment of matrimony and that I was to encourage Percy to kiss me there.
���� �Your father has quite the taste for mine
and will spend hours kissing it,� was her comment.� I had been shocked that my beloved father had
engaged in such a practice but Mother assured me that it was permitted within
the confines of the marriage bed.
����� I tried to move but Liza reached her arm
around to grasp my buttocks.� She held me
firmly in place while her tongue licked my button spreading warmth between my
thighs.� A sense of guilt pervaded my
being at the unexpected wave of pleasure her tongue brought me.� I struggled without success to clear my mind
and body of such filth.
���� Mrs. Kline pulled my head back by brutally
grabbing a handful of my hair.� I felt
the tendons in my neck stretch as her tongue invaded my ear covering it with
her saliva.
����� �Before this night is out, Mrs. Chapman,
you are going to be doing the same thing to me as Liza is doing to you,� whispered
Mrs. Kline as she violated my aural cavity with the tip of her tongue.� Her hand found its way to my breast and her
strong fingers flattened my nipple.� At
the time, I thought it the most horrible fate a Christian woman could endure;
but I was wrong.
����� �Never,� I said.� Liza�s actions were not proving painful.� In fact, they were having the opposite
effect.� I recalled the words of Preacher
Elliot that sin is both pleasurable and seductive, making it all the harder to for
a Christian to resist.� God was severely
testing me.
���� �Put the crocodiles on her, Mary,� said
Mrs. Kline roughly slapping my breast.�
���� �Yes, Mrs. Kline,� said the redheaded girl
in her Irish brogue as she eagerly rushed to a nearby chest and removed two
cone shaped brass objects decorated in the motif of the killer reptile of
savage India.
���� Seconds later I felt the cold metal as
Mary fitted the cone over my left breast while Mrs. Kline offered a detailed
explanation of how such a fiendish device came to be in an English country
manor.
���� �The tenth earl of Monmouth served with
Clive in
���� �But the wives and daughters of the rebel
leaders were stripped naked in the town
��� �In gratitude, the Maharajah gave the
General, a pair of crocodiles made of pure gold.� They hang in the trophy room.� The ones you�ll be wearing are made of brass
and have brought many a haughty lady around to the Lord�s way of thinking.�
���� As Mrs. Kline recounted her tale, I felt
the base of my nipple being captured in a loop of stout thread then felt it
drawn tight around the base.
���� �Got it,� said Mary threading the twine through
the open narrow end of the cone.
���� �Mary�s quite the clever one when it comes
to making a lady change her mind,� said Mrs. Kline.
���� When the twine appeared at the narrow end,
she pulled it tight, drawing my breast into the cone.� I cried out in pain as the flesh was
stretched well beyond comfort.� I was
amazed when my tiny bud appeared horribly elongated at the open end.
���� �Got you,� said Mary releasing a trigger
that caused a metal ring to snap shut imprisoning my tendril of flesh.� I sounded a loud wail of misery as the shock
traveled through my breast.� The pain was
absolutely hellish.�
���� �Hurts like the devil, does it?� said Mary
admiring her handiwork as I begged for her to remove the hideous device.
����� �Oh, please, take if off.� My father is rich and will pay you well,� I
pleaded.
����� They ignored my offer.
����� �Now to put the old squeeze on your tit,�
said Mary as she proceeded to turn a screw at the base causing the cone
circumference to narrow, crushing my breast, forcing it to assume the same
shape as its prison.� I howled in misery
as the metal compressed the flesh.� I had
heard tales of the insidious nature of the torture instruments of heathen races
but had not believed anyone capable of such cruelty to a fellow Caucasian.� Obviously, I was wrong.
���� Mary immediately attacked the other breast.� The pain having been once experienced was no
less.� I opened my mouth and screamed to
the ceiling hoping someone would come to my aid.� The weight of he crocodiles pulled my breasts
downward adding to my misery.
���� �Ready to beg for the privilege of licking
my pussy?� asked Mrs. Kline.�
���� I still had the will to resist and I
cried, �Never.�
���� Tears came to my eyes as I fought to
retain control and resist giving in to their wishes.� All the while, Liza�s tongue played across my
sex, combining hellish pain with sexual pleasure.� Something only the truly evil can produce.
���� Distraught and almost in a faint, I
silently prayed to the Almighty for strength.�
Adding to my despair was the realization that Liza�s lips and tongue had
caused my vulva to grow wet with my secretions.�
I desperately called on the Lord My Savior to help me maintain my
virtue.
���� �Two to start, Mary,� said Mrs. Kline as
she removed what I took to be a cat-o-nine from the same chest where Mary found
the crocodiles.� A wave of terror passed
over me as I watched Mrs. Kline wield the whip against the chest.
���� �Two it is,� said Mary selecting two long needles
from a flat wooden box resting on the bed.�
I had not noticed it until that moment.�
I watched as Mary opened a bottle of dark liquid and coated the tip of
the needle.
���� At that moment, my back exploded in
pain.� Mrs. Kline had applied the cat
with considerable force.� I howled as
loud as I was capable, hoping in vain to bring someone to my rescue.
���� �Only a sample, Mrs. Chapman, only a wee
sample of what�s in store for you,� whispered Mrs. Kline in my ear.
���� She held one of the strands of the whip in
front of my face.� �See the tiny knots on
the tip.�
���� Although my vision was clouded with pain,
I observed the twisted leather.� �Yes,� I
whispered as my body attempted to deal with its pain.
���� �The filthy Turks came up with them.� They strip the flesh right you�re your back,�
said Mrs. Kline.�� �Go ahead, Mary, let�s
see how loud Mrs. Chapman can scream.�����
���� �I always start at the tip,� said Mary
smilingly as she positioned the point of the needle in a hole near the end of
the cone then began to push inward.� I
could only hope for divine intervention that would cause Mrs. Kline and the
others to come to their senses and stop their torture.
���� But it was not to be.� The agony of having my delicate flesh pierced
exceeded anything I had experienced.� I
felt the point break the surface and slowly travel through my breast.� The bloody tip emerged from the other side of
the cone having found its companion hole.�
Immediately, I felt an intense burning.
���� �Cobra venom,� said Mary holding the
bottle for me to see.
���� �From the spitting cobra, the venom does
not kill but is incredibly painful when it finds its way under the skin,� added
Mrs. Kline.� �Another trick learned in
���� I was in too much pain to protest as Mary
penetrated the other breast.� ��
���� �I�m
practically drowning down here.� She�s
dripping like a
���� �Let me see,� said Mrs. Kline reaching
between my legs to coat her fingers with my bodily secretions then forcing them
into my mouth before putting them to her red lips.
���� �You taste ever so nice, Mrs. Chapman,�
said Mrs. Kline licking her fingers in an act so perverse my mind had
difficulty grasping it.
���� �Now for five of my best,� said Mrs.
Kline, before, once again, forcefully landing the cat on my back.
���� I screamed in pain; but my plea for mercy
was interrupted by a second strike that left me almost paralyzed.� After three additional blows, Liza applied a
second pair of needles further away from the tip.� The flesh was thicker there and the pain
greater.� She twirled the needle causing
me no end of misery.
���� Mrs. Kline applied the cat with great
vigor and for the first time, I felt my will to resist slipping away.� There is only so much a human body can
stand.� The third pair of pins was
halfway on the cone and the sensation of the sharp metal slowly working its way
through the thickest part of my flesh was unbearable. ��The burning brought about by the venom did
not lessen over time.
���� Another five tastes of the cat and my will
collapsed during the insertion of the next pair of venomous pins.� �Please, Mrs. Kline, I�ll do anything you
want. But for the love of heaven, cease hurting me.� I cannot bare it.�
���� Mrs. Kline studied my face for a moment
before speaking.� �You better speak true
because any back sliding on your part and we have something even worse.�
���� �I promise to do what you ask,� I said
unable to imagine what could be worse.
���� �You�ll eat my pussy just like Liza is
eating yours?� asked Mrs. Kline.
���� �Yes, I�ll eat your pussy,� I said
adopting her profanity to convince her of my sincerity.� My will to resist was completely gone.� I was a broken woman.� Satan had won.
���� With their victory came magnanimity, I was
quickly unbound and the horrible crocodiles removed.� A healing ointment was applied to my breasts
and back.
���� �Here, this will help,� said Mrs. Kline
handing me a large goblet of
���� �I don�t drink spirits,� I responded
refusing the outstretched glass.
���� �Drink or else, you go back where you
were,� said Mrs. Kline placing the glass in my hand.
���� �I�ll drink,� I said hurrying the glass to
my lips for a swallow.
���� The four of us sat on the bed drinking
wine.� The warmth of the drink eased my
pain.
����� �You�ve never used your mouth to pleasure
a woman?� asked Mrs. Kline.
����� �Never, I was raised to believe it a
terrible sin,� I said.
����� �Then you have much to learn,� said Mrs.
Kline embracing me in a sinful kiss.�
����� I was far too terrified to resist.� When her tongue found its way inside my
mouth, my own tongue greeted it and in an act of satanic perversion followed
hers back into her mouth.� I realized at
that point that Lucifer had triumphed.�
My feminine weakness was no match for his strength.� I resolved to give myself over to him with
the hope that once clear of Ashcroft Hall, I would find a church and submit
myself to God�s just punishment for my wickedness.
���� I threw myself on Mrs. Kline causing her
to fall back on to bed.� It took all my
strength to spread her heavy thighs open giving me access to her sex.� I took a position between her legs and
lowered my face to the mat of dark curly hairs that covered her mound.
����� Satan�s power was such that the musky
odor of her female sex combined with the aroma of her urine did not repel
me.� In fact, the stench filling my
nostrils acted as an aphrodisiac, urging me to lower my head and pass my tongue
over her sex.
����� �I told you ladies of quality love to tip
the velvet,� said Liza to her partner as they attacked my rear with their
mouths.� This time it was Mary who
squirmed under me.� The sound of her lips
smacking against my labia filled the room.�
It was then that I felt Liza�s lip press against the opening reserved
for the Devil�s Kiss.
���� I was startled by the moans and sighs I
sounded.� Eager to please Mrs. Kline and
avoid further torture I did not hesitate to perform the act of sodomy.
���� �Do my bunghole,� said Mrs. Kline grasping
her heavy legs at the knees and pulling them toward her chest.� In spite of her size, she was remarkably
flexible.� I marveled as her knees
reached her ears, rotating her bottom to the ceiling.
���� The rose of her anus came into my
view.� I transferred my mouth to the
opening designed by Almighty God for the elimination of bodily wastes and
imitated a cat licking a pat of butter.� �
���� �Wet your finger and stick it in my bunghole,�
said Mrs. Kline.
���� I was too far in the clutches of Lucifer
to resist.�
���� �Ah, that�s nice,� said Mrs. Kline her
muscle squeezing my digit, causing her sphincter to open and close around it.� The unnaturalness of the act astounded me.� The aroma of feces filled my nostrils.
���� �Now put your finger in your mouth and
taste my shit,� said Mrs. Kline.
���� Later, I understood it was a test. �If I had refused, they would have resumed my
torture until I agreed.� I slipped the
stained digit in my mouth and used my tongue to remove the traces of excrement.� When finished, I held the pristine digit up
for her to observe.
���� Mrs. Kline lowered her legs.� �Excellent, I see you have learned your
lesson.� Just remember that from this
time on, you are no longer a lady.�
Ladies don�t eat shit.�
���� My degradation was undeniable.� From that day forward, when anyone referred
to me as a lady, I recalled the taste of Mrs. Kline�s excrement.� Before the night was over, my fingers and
tongue were to find their way inside Liza and Mary�s rectum.�
����� The bed became a cauldron of writhing
female flesh as the four of us worked to pleasure each other. I performed every
act possible between women with the exception that my vagina remained unfilled.
���� At some point, I felt my breath quicken
and my heart race.� Mary and Liza were
attacking my vulva with their warm mouths as their slippery digits penetrated
my anus.� Mrs. Kline�s mouth was formed
over one nipple as her fingers pressed and rolled the other, causing a
sensation of half pain and half pleasure.�
I heard myself scream as I flopped around on the bed like a swordfish
landing on the deck of father�s yacht.� I
blacked out for a few seconds.
���� When I recovered enough to open my eyes,
Mrs. Kline said, �Got off, did we, Mrs. Chapman?�
����� �What happened? I asked wide eyed and
amazed.
����� �You had an orgasm,� said Mary wiping my
secretions off her chin.
���� �A powerful one, I�d say by the way your
eyes rolled back up in your head.�
Wouldn�t you agree, Mrs. Kline?� said Liza.
���� �Yes, it was first class.� It appears that Mrs. Chapman is a whore.� Because that was a whore�s come if ever I saw
one,� said Mrs. Kline.
���� I was beyond caring what appellation Mrs.
Kline applied to my being.
���� �Can we get out the dildos, Mrs.
Kline?� I fancy a fuck,� said Liza.
���� �All right, but remember, nothing goes up
Mrs. Chapman�s cunt.� When Lord
Walshingham sticks his fingers in her pussy, he better find what he found last
night.� Or the three of us, will wind up
in the stables trying to fit Zeus� cock in our holes,� said Mrs. Kline.
����� �He wouldn�t do that. Would he?� That�s unnatural,� said Liza who had only
recently joined the serving staff at Ashcroft Hall.
����� �Ask Mabel in the kitchen what happened
when she failed to follow the Governor�s orders,� said Mrs. Kline.
����� Mary felt Mabel�s story needed telling
immediately.� �The Governor made the
staff gather in the courtyard.� Mr.
Hornsby and Digger stripped her naked and tied her to a hitching post.� Mr. Hornsby gave her thirty lashes with a
buggy whip.� Her backside didn�t have any
skin when he was done,�
����� �How awful,� said Liza.
����� �The Governor wasn�t finished with her.� They bound poor Mabel over a small table with
her rear hanging off and her wrists and ankles tied to the legs.� �Next,
they brought Ramses, the Governor�s new stallion, out along with Esmeralda, a
mare in season.�
����� Mrs. Kline felt the need to add to the
story.� �Ramses was randy as they
come.� His eyes had that crazed look, a
stallion gets, when he smells a mare�s pussy that is ripe for a fucking.�
���� Mary continued.� �Then Mr. Smythe, the Governor�s equerry,
puts poor Mabel under Ramses.� He
positions the animal�s cock at the entrance to her cunt and steps back.� I can still remember her scream when the
beast entered her.� He gives it to her a
dozen times before he released his love juice,� said Mary.
���� �Ramses� cock was as long as my arm and
just as thick.� Yet it went in all the
way,� added Mrs. Kline.
���� I decided that Percy and I had fallen in
with the most demoniac of people.� The
idea of a stallion copulating with a girl was too horrible to contemplate.� Was there no limit to the depravity of the
denizens of Ashcroft Hall?� Yet, I held
my peace and merely commented, �It must have hurt terribly, poor Mabel.�
����� �There was a puddle this wide of Mabel�s
blood mixed with Ramses spunk lying on the cobblestones when we carried the
poor girl inside,� said Mrs. Kline holding her hands apart.
����� �You could stick your fist in her pussy
and not touch the sides,� said Mary.
����� �But she lived,� I asked?
����� �Yes, Mabel was from Winchell Downs, a
tough bunch that lot.� She was up and
about inside a month,� said Mary.
����� Mrs. Kline reached between my legs to
gently explore my vagina.� Her fingers
traced across my still intact hymen.� �So
if we don�t want the skin wiped off your backside then have your sex split apart
by a stallion, we need to make sure that this is what the Governor feels
tomorrow when he deflowers Mrs. Chapman.�
���� �Then Mrs. Chapman will be the one to wear
the dildo,� said Mary pulling what I could only assume was a faux penis from
the chest.� The dildo was center mounted
on a triangle of leather.� Each point of
the triangle was connected to belting.� I
had never seen such a contraption.� I
could only assume it was of French origin, given the perverse and wicked nature
of the citizens of that country.
���� �Yes, you can be the man, Mrs. Chapman and
give us all a proper fucking,� said Mary.
���� Moments later they had buckled a leather
harness around my waist and thighs, fixing the India Rubber dildo firmly to my
groin.� Curious, I grasped my artificial
manhood, amazed at its length and girth.�
The surface was covered with sizable bumps and point.� While the shaft was skin colored, the larger,
bulbous head was reddish and flared back over the shaft.�
���� Surely, this was some hellish exaggeration
of what I could expect from Percy.� My
hand could not encompass its circumference.�
That such a sizeable instrument could fit inside me or any woman seemed
impossible.
���� �I�ll go first,� said Mrs. Kline taking a
position on her knees and elbows presenting me with her broad bottom.� �Help her, Liza.� My pussy is starving for cock.�
���� I took a kneeling position at her rear and
grasped her hips.� Liza guided the cock
into Mrs. Kline�s entrance then whispered into my ear, �She likes it rough so
fuck her as hard as you can go.�
���� My hands tightened their hold as I
prepared to strike.� Thrusting forward
with maximum effort, the dildo plunged inward as Mrs. Kline bellowed a cry that
combined both pain and pleasure.
���� �Oh, for the love of Jesus, that felt
good,� gasped Mrs. Kline as I wedged myself between her buttocks seeking
maximum depth.�
����� Liza squirmed underneath Mrs. Kline to
pleasure her with her mouth as I attacked with the dildo. Mary appeared at my
side holding a fat cone shaped object.� Pointed
on the end, it broadened to several inches before returning to a narrow neck
that connected to a flat handle.�
���� �Help me spread her ass, Mrs. Chapman,�
said Mary pulling apart Mrs. Kline�s buttocks to expose her anus.��
���� I continued to thrust as I complied with
Mary�s request.� Without hesitating, Mary
applied her tongue to the barely open anus.�
Having moistened the opening, she inserted first one then a second finger
inside.
����� �Stretch my asshole open, you darling
girls,� said Mrs. Kline wiggling her bottom to signal her approval of that most
perverted act.
����� As Mary positioned the point of the cone
at the center of Mrs. Kline�s anus, I came to understand her prior efforts were
intended to relax the orifice to accept the cone.� I watched as the muscles in Mary�s arm
contracted to apply the physical force needed for insertion.� I marveled as the narrow opening slowly stretched
to accept the every widening diameter.
���� Loud cow like moans sounded from Mrs.
Kline as the cone moved inward.� I would
have thought it would do her injury but that was not to be.� It was not long before I sensed a connection
between the massive dildo I was repeatedly thrusting into her anus and the
object in her rectum.
���� �I am in whore�s heaven,� loudly exclaimed
Mrs. Kline as the widest part of the cone slipped past her sphincter and the
wrinkled flesh closed around the narrow neck.��
���� �Jiggle it back and forth like this,� said
Mary showing me how to stimulate Mrs. Kline�s rectum.�
���� �I grasped the small handle and used a
combination of turns and pulses to stimulate her bowels, all the while
thrusting hard into her vagina.� The
sound of our thighs slapping provided background to Mrs. Kline�s loud sighs and
moans.
����� �Keep fucking her, Mrs. Chapman, while I
suck her dugs,� said Mary before partially disappearing underneath Mrs. Kline.
����� Mrs. Kline�s orgasm was neither quiet nor
short.� A complete rotation of the anal
plug handle triggered it.� A long string
of the foulest profanity ever sounded by a civilized female escaped her lips as
we three held on to her twisting form.�
Our perspiration covered flesh became married to one another.� I sensed violent muscular contractions from
within her body that much to my amazement were answered by my own
contortions.�� This continued for several
moments before we collapsed completely winded and as covered in sweat as a
hunter ridden to the hounds.
����� �That was glorious,� said Mrs. Kline
touching her fingers to her flowing sex then brings them to her lips. ��She repeated the act for each of us and I
found no reason to object when her liquor coated fingers slipped inside my
mouth.
���� I was forced to admit that I had given
myself over to Satan and there was possibility of returning to my former state.� I was a ruined woman whose feet had left the
path of righteousness, perhaps never to return.
���� �I prefer to ride,� said Mary pressing me
into the supine position.
���� Liza steadied my faux penis as Mary
straddled me.� She deftly placed the tip
at her entrance then without a moment�s hesitation, lowered her body engulfing
the massive shaft.
��� �Fills a girl right up,� said Mary reaching
between her legs to stroke her love button.
���� Mrs. Kline and Liza applied their mouth to
Mary�s breasts and it was not long before she experienced an orgasm.
���� �My turn,� said Liza taking Mary�s place.
���� We rested a few moments after Liza
screamed her way to a powerful orgasm.
���� I lay there resting between Liza and Mrs.
Kline while Mary returned to the chest and withdrew a dildo similar to the one
I was still wearing other than the shaft was longer and thinner.
���� �I think Mrs. Chapman deserves a good ass
fucking for being such a good sport about everything,� said Mary holding up the
dildo for Mrs. Kline to see.
����� Mrs. Kline thought for a moment before
answering.� �We have to be careful and
not go into the wrong hole.�
����� Liza removed my dildo as Mary with Mrs.
Kline�s assistance stepped into hers.� I
was placed on my knees and elbows.
����� �I�ll protect her pussy with my mouth,�
said Mrs. Kline slipping underneath me.�
���� �Care to nibble,� said Liza placing her
sex at my mouth.� I answered by passing
my tongue through her valley, coating it with essence.�
���� Mrs. Kline�s expertise at cunnilingus was
unquestionably the product of great experience.�
I shivered with pleasure as her lips performed their magic.� My own tongue imitated her movements.� Liza responded with loud sighs and little
squeals of delight at my efforts.
���� A wet mouth and probing tongue attacked my
anus.� The sensitive flesh of my
sphincter responded to the insertions of Mary�s tongue and fingers.� It was not long before I felt a blunter
object seek entrance.
���� �Take a deep breath, Mrs. Chapman,� said
Mary as she began to push the dildo inside my rectum.�
���� It was a telling moment.� A short period of moderate pain was followed
by growing pleasure.� �Oh, that feels
good,� escaped from my lips as Mary began to slowly stroke her rubber cock deep
inside my bowel.
���� �I think our American cousin likes to be
fucked in her shitter,� said Mary.
���� Perversion had won the day.� I responded like the whore they had made
me.� �That�s right, fuck my shitter and
fuck it hard.�
���� My climax was not long in coming.� Mrs. Kline�s skillful mouth, the presence of
Liza�s wet, warm vagina against my mouth, and above all, the intense sensation
of a cock deep inside my body proved irresistible.�
���� I recall the way the muscles of my sex
began to convulse.� I was drinking from
Liza�s vagina; its sticky fluids coated my face.� Mrs. Kline�s tongue circled my love button
producing the most intense sensations.�
Something inside me released and I experienced my most powerful orgasm
of the night.� It only ended with my
exhaustion.
���� I woke up hours later, curled against Mrs.
Kline�s backside.� Mary was pressed
against my rear and Liza was alongside her.�
I quickly fell back into a deep asleep and did not wake until afternoon.
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