Opal Andrews - The chamber of pleasures

We had this diary. We knew she could not close her eyes or look away while we… did what we did, to entertain and tease and fire her.

She awoke to see me poised over Erik's loins, with my back to him. He was in the chair, and before him, like a knobby-ended red telephone pole, stood the beautiful emblem of his sexuality. As soon as we saw that she was awake, I started lowering myself. His hands came up onto my hips to ease me down onto him. I felt it slip between the two halves of my bottom, parting the cheeks and nudging the soft little opening in the central crease. Ignoring her gasp, I continued sinking back and down.

Slowly, the moist hot crevice of my wide-thrust buttocks stretched helplessly around his rock-hard cock.

"Ummm-m-m-m-mmm…" I sighed, smiling as I felt the big solid prick slide up and up into the often-opened-and-probed but still tight hot hole that leads up into my bowels.

My buttocks touched his thighs, pressed down on them, parted me still more as he sank still more deeply into my anus. I felt every hot, hard inch of his beloved prick, gliding up into me.

Then I was seated on his thighs, and he was ensconced in my back to the complete length of his big weapon of sexuality.

"Ah-h-h-h-hhhhhhhhh," I sighed, smiling and being still, just feeling it there.

We began to move, his hands aiding me to rise slightly and then descend again upon him, riding his cock, screwing myself delightedly in the ass.

Now Miles came to me and his hands played over my bare breasts. His fingers plucked, working at the quivering thickening nipples, teasing the hard plump points until I panted and thrust myself forward into his hands. At the same time I was thrusting my bottom down to impale it ever deeper with Erik's fleshy pole.

Tory sat there, bound, and stared. The silver chain clinked as her breathing became deeper and faster and her naked breasts bobbed. The nipples seemed to trace out little patterns in the air, and I watched them begin to perk. Her nostrils flared and her eyes were huge.

Soft excited moans now constantly escaped from my lips. My breasts, like hers, were rushing up and down in agitated passion. The hot flesh of my aroused titties quivered under the touch of Miles' caressive hands. And all the while I screwed myself on the skewering shaft that speared up from Erik's loins and into my backside.

Miles stepped closer, straddling my knees, which I kept together. Then, while she watched and while Erik ad I fucked me thoroughly from behind… and in the behind… I opened my mouth wide. I had to bend my neck a little, trying to sink my head between my shoulders.

Miles' great hard-on slid between my lips and into my mouth, finding my tongue ready to form a red carpet for its glide into my face. It throbbed and jumped in my mouth, warm and wet with the caressing fluid of my saliva.

Bending his knees a little, he stood over me and thrust, sinking it into my receptive mouth. He slid it in and out between soft, ovaled lips. I continued moving on Erik. I made little moaning noises, now, around the impaling cock in my mouth… It made me gurgle when it thumped the back of my throat.

"Oo-o-ooh… G-Go-o-dd…" Tory murmured, staring glassy-eyed at us. Perhaps she thought she was disgusted, but the softly pink decorations at the tips of her breasts betrayed her. They snapped to attention to stand stiffly erect, pointing to either side of us as though yearning to join us.

Lusciously my full lips worshiped Miles' hard masculine length. My eyes bulged, I know, like a fish gaffed in the mouth. The muscles of my throat worked smoothly. My eyes gazed mistily up at him. He smiled, continuing to fondle my breasts I tightened my oral muscles around him, around the swollen slippery mass of his cock, making him feel it, and wriggling my tongue gently along its veiny underside.

Abruptly he glided it from my mouth and turned to approach the bound girl in the chair. She wore only her black nylon briefs and our bonds… and an intensely nervous, worried, fearful expression. She tried to shrink back into the unyielding chair as he approached her, his big saliva-shiny erection bobbing before him with every movement.

"Uh!"

That was her reaction to his sliding his hands onto her naked pouting tits, squeezing and kneading them with manipulative caresses.

"Oh dear God! Please, please! Don't don't don't, don't!"

But he ignored her. Pressing the helplessly-erect pink crests, he twisted them, only a little, before pushing them with his thumbs in an attempt to thrust them back into the missile-shaped beauties they adorned so saucily and prettily.

"Miles," I said in a pleading voice, on cue… which was Erik's reaching around to pinch one of my naked hard nipples. "Miles… come back… I want to suck you-u-u-u…"

She watched in unbelieving horror and incredulity as he turned to find me pursing my lips at him. His cock bobbed before him in automatic response.

He hurried back and buried it in my mouth.

My groan was hardly audible; I felt Erik's final swelling in my anus, and it sent an erotic tremor of anticipation licking through my excited loins. Then his hips began to jerk. His hands dug and gouged into my sides. Without control he hunched, and hot semen spurted far into the depths of my bowels, filling and heating me and sending me sailing along toward my own climax.

The bound girl in the chair was able to see, clearly, how his hands came around me to play with my clitoris and slip in and out of my drooling vagina, making me lurch and tremble. I continued sucking and providing a warm wet haven for Miles' still-hard and hard-plunging organ, and I nearly strangled: Erik's clever hands made me come just as Miles did.

It seemed to explode, blasting out the hot contents of his tight sac into the wet warm interior of my sucking mouth. I sucked it thirstily, deliberately noisily, and drank it gluttonously down. I swallowed and swallowed, ignoring the glassy staring eyes of Tory and the hugeness of her nipples as her big breasts heaved and seemed to wobble all over her chest.

Then Miles was flagging, and it slipped slowly and flaccidly from my glistening lips. A thin trickle of white cum strung us together, briefly, like a rope of love. I sent my tongue swiftly out after it.

He sagged forward, sitting on my knees as be kissed the damp lips that had housed his eager organ. I felt Erik's depleted member wiggling in my rectal passage, growing smaller and slowly easing out all by itself.

Then we all three rose, a little stiffly, and went upstairs. We left her sitting there in the dark, bound, while we enjoyed a needed supper of brown bread and cold roast beef and wine and then some of Erik's marvelous brandy.

The door was closed. If she shouted or screamed, we could not hear her. Nor could anyone else.

As Erik commanded, I stole naked down into the dungeon. The time was three A.M.. I was silent, on bare feet, and I was sure from the sound of her breathing that our captive was asleep in spite of her being bound in a sitting position in the chair. My hair was drawn back into a careless bun.

I flashed the little penlight at her, and smiled. Yes, she was asleep. Her big, naked, satiny breasts jiggled and swayed and heaved visibly with her deep breathing. The tips were soft, pale pink and wrinkled in repose, the nipples only tiny buttons. But I smiled at them, and at her, remembering how they had been inflamed and elongated while she watched our sexual activity.

I marked out positions, decided just where and how I would squat there beside bet, and prepared to switch off the penlight.

But before I did I thrust the little thorn I held, needly and about an inch long, straight into the swollen white side of her firm left jug.

"aaaa-a-a-a-yyyya-a-a-a-ahhh!" she shrieked, coming violently awake to pain. By then the light was off and I knew she could see nothing. Nor could she do anything to assuage her pain, even if she were already certain of its cause and source. Her wrists were bound securely behind her. A cord across her body, just below her bosom, held her erect in the chair. A leather strap held her legs still, securing her ankles to the chair's bottom rung.