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She gasped again and threw her head back looking straight up at the ceiling, her hair hanging to her thigh in a soft curtain.
"Oh God!!!" she gasped, "please don't do that, I beg you, please don't." I took my lips from her nipple and blew gently on the hardened wet point as I laughed gently. I slowly kissed up the side of her neck and the line of her jaw until I reached her mouth which I immediately claimed and which compliantly opened under my demanding lips and tongue. She looked helplessly into my eyes as I squeezed her firm left breast and continued stroking her cunt. As I kissed her and looked into her wide and staring baby blue eyes I cupped her wet cunt in my right hand and began to tickle the perineum, the smooth silky area between the back of the groove of her cunt and the dimple of her ass with the tips of my fingers as I gently but persistently rubbed her clitoris with the ball of my thumb. She tried to shake her head and I saw her eyes widen as the multiple sensations began to overwhelm her again. I held her firmly with my lips and tortured her tongue with mine as I stroked her clitoris gently but persistently bringing her to another powerful orgasm. Her breath rasped in my mouth and I released her lips as her tear- filled eyes gazed helplessly into mine. I let her rest, holding her on my lap with my left hand still cupping her full left breast and my right hand lying on the soft swell of her belly just above her cuntal mound relishing the feeling of the soft pubic fleece on the lower border of my hand. With a great effort she brought herself under control and sat breathing heavily on my lap, her breasts heaving. Her whole body was covered with a fine sheen of perspiration and the room was filled with the intoxicating scent of her excitement. I let her calm down and her breathing gradually quietened and she gave a deep gasp and wiped the perspiration from her brow and eyes with a shaking hand. I gently kissed her cheek and released her breast and carefully slid her to her feet where she stood on shaking legs. I reached out and fondled her buttock and the soft flesh of her plump bottom clenched under my hand but she did not move away. I smiled to myself and reached up and took the shaking blonde's hand. She looked down at me, her lower lip trembling. I decided to have some more fun before I let her relax so I tightened my grip on her little hand and pulled downwards causing her to bend towards me. I released her hand and slipped my right hand between her thighs, cupping her cunt and slipping two fingers up her. They slid easily into her gaping wet slit. I pulled the bending blonde towards me by the grip I had on her cunt and she gasped with anguish but obediently allowed herself to be manoeuvred until she was standing alongside my thigh.
I slipped my left hand behind her, tweaked her garter belt and insinuated my fingers between the cleft of the protruding buttocks of her trim ass, brushing the dimpled rose of her ass-hole before moving forward against the resistance of her thighs towards her cunt.
I looked up into her frightened eyes, taking my right hand from her cunt and grasping her swinging left nipple as she bent uncomfortably over me. I could see her husband behind her watching helplessly.
"Spread your legs," I said quietly but firmly. She looked back, wide-eyed at me but did not move. I squeezed her nipple, twisting it slightly harder with my right hand and hurt her breast a little more. She gasped and stood bowlegged while I felt her cunt. The pressure I was putting on her nipple caused her to bend further forward. I continued pulling her down by the nipple until I had her reluctant trembling form spread on my lap at my complete disposal. Louise finally lay limply and submissively across my lap her resistance for the moment broken. She lay as I had put her, still being controlled by the pressure I was exerting on her nipple waiting in tense anticipation, head inverted, and her blonde hair hanging in a shimmering curtain to the carpet. Her dangling breasts were pressed against my left leg as I held her by the nipple and admired the exotic contour of her ripe curves. The rounded contours of her rather plump bottom lay over my lap rather more to the right than to the left and she must have been aware of my stiff prick against her bare cunt as the stimulation of forcing the reluctant girl across my knees in front of her frightened husband had begun to excite me even more. Her long legs, sheathed in dark stockings defining her neat calves and rather plump thighs, were slightly parted and the toes of her high heeled shoes scraped on the carpet. I proceeded slowly, knowing that the anxiety of waiting to see what would happen would build up the tension in Louise's mind. In fact, I could feel her gently trembling as she lay unwillingly across my lap. I released her nipple now that she was completely under my control and reached down to feel her breasts, arranging her so that I could enjoy the feeling of the soft springy flesh of her breasts pressing against the firm muscle of my calf as she dangled helplessly head down over my lap. I did not remove her shoes preferring to see her discomfort as she tried to cope with high heeled shoes as she lay across my lap.
I ran my hand up the outside of her thigh on to the soft springy flesh of her buttock and spent a moment contemplating the enticing sight her naked bottom presented across my lap, so temptingly displayed for my enjoyment as I drew my forefinger very gently down the crack of her ass-cheeks. I laughed quietly as I saw the reflex clenching of the muscles of her bottom and heard her gasp. I returned my hand to the outside of her nylon-sheathed thigh and slid it up her lush curved leg caressing her soft flesh through her stocking until I again reached the summit of the globe of her right buttock. I pinched the soft flesh gently and noted with amusement her instant instinctive reaction. The muscles of her buttocks clenched tightly and I could see the waves of contraction passing through the firm flesh under my caressing hand. I immediately released her flesh and continued to soothe her with a gentle caress.
The powerful feelings were too much for Louise and she gave a great shuddering sigh and a lot of the tension seemed to leave her body and I saw and felt the muscles of her ass relax and become quiescent under my hand. I had won another victory over my unwilling victim. Now that she was relaxed, even if anxious, I began to feel her bottom at my leisure. I passed my hands over the perfect globes squeezing and kneading the soft yet firm flesh.
The muscles of her bottom clenched and unclenched under the demanding attention of my exploring hands but she kept her thighs as closely together as she dared. I put up with this for a while and then I slid my right hand down the inside of her nylon-covered thigh to her knee and pressed slightly outwards. She understood at once and reluctantly parted her legs in response to my demanding hand. I continued to caress and mould her ass flesh with my left hand and slid my right hand between her newly parted thighs along the deep crack of her ass-cheeks on to her bare cunt which I began to feel.
Already moist, she rapidly became wet under my attention and I thoroughly coated my fingers in the juice from her sopping cunt. With my left hand I widely parted the twin globes of her perfect ass baring the puckered little brown rose of her ass-hole. She sighed deeply which became a gasp as I trailed my wet finger across her orifice. She gave a sharp gasp of horror as I gently but deliberately slid my finger past the outer ring of muscle, straight up her clinging bottom. "Oh God, No!!! You mustn't do that," she said shrilly, the teenage timbre very evident and making her sound very young when she was under stress.
I just laughed quietly and relaxed for a moment, enjoying the feel of the internal muscles of her ass as they clutched and pulled against my finger. She shuddered deeply again which had the delightful effect of pressing the full globes of her hanging breasts more firmly against the muscle of my calf. I began to slowly finger-fuck her delicious bottom and she was unable to remain still under the attention, wriggling on my lap in spite of herself and agitating my stiff prick deliciously. I slid a second finger into her ass and she gasped with a mixture of surprise and pain. I began to fuck the tight orifice with two fingers of my left hand deliberately stretching and loosening it. "Please stop," she begged, "this is so dirty, you mustn't do that to me." Her husband at last found his voice as well.
"For God's sake, leave her alone, you bastard," he got out almost in a whisper. I just smiled at him and continued to play with his sexy wife who continued to wriggle as she lay helplessly across my lap as I played with her reluctant body. I pushed my two invading fingers as far up her bottom as I could and held her impaled while I reached down with my free hand, slid it between the soft flesh of her breasts and the hard muscle of my calf and began to feel her, roughly moulding and squeezing the soft springy flesh of her firm breast. I could see her breast becoming reddened by my tormenting fingers and she groaned again loudly. Giving her captured breast another firm squeeze and eliciting an accompanying deep gasp of pain I released her and slipped my fingers out of her wet clinging ass.
I smiled at her husband as I smelt his wife on my fingers. I motioned for him to come over and stand by me which he did on reluctant dragging legs. I held up my left hand, extending the two fingers that had so recently held his wife impaled by the bottom and smiled at Peter.
"Clean my fingers," I ordered.
"I couldn't," he gasped, going visibly pale. I just sighed and reached out capturing his balls in the palm of my right hand and beginning to slowly squeeze. "Just get on with it," I said He reluctantly and with a look of sheer revulsion, took my two extended fingers into his mouth and began to gently suck them. I left his young wife lying waiting over my lap as I fucked his wet mouth with my fingers and felt his balls through the thin material of his wife's panties. I released his balls and slid my hand to his little prick which I gently wanked as I smiled up into his horrifies eyes as he cleaned my fingers of the mucus from his wife's ass. He rapidly stiffened and I removed my fingers from his mouth but made him stand helplessly beside me as I played with him.
I smiled at him as I glanced down at his stiff little prick.
"I think that you like being dressed in frillies and being wanked by a real man, Peter," I said maliciously, "only someone who was more of a girl than a man would get as excited as you seem to with what I am doing to you."
"I don't like it," he whispered, "I hate it and I hate you!" I heard Louise gasp and I laughed quietly and released his prick.
"Go and get our supper ready," I commanded, "I still haven't finished with sexy little Louise." They gave a simultaneous gasp and Peter moved slowly away to begin to prepare the supper. I could hear his high heels first on the carpet and then tip-tapping on the parquet flooring. As the room was open-plan, part lounge, part kitchen, I could continue to watch him as I played with his wife.
I turned my attention back to Louise and to improve her concentration I gave her bottom a sharp slap with my right hand which echoed through the room. She gave a convulsive jerk, deliciously agitating my stiff prick and I began to methodically spank the trembling plump white bottom so temptingly at my disposal on my lap.
I started relatively gently taking care not to land too many stokes in the same place and as her buttocks reddened I began to increase the force. With each slap, delicious waves and ripples spread over the plump flesh of the globes of her buttocks and her body jerked convulsively, exciting my stiff prick against her wet cunt. At first she began to wriggle gasping with each stroke and she even tried to escape from my lap to avoid the punishment but I held her cunt firmly against my prick by reaching down with my left hand and grasping her nipple. By pulling down firmly on her nipple I held her completely at my mercy and she wriggled and gasped under the spanking which was now becoming rather harder. She began to emit a soft cry as each slap landed and echoed through the room. Her husband looked across as he busied himself with the supper as I had ordered. He didn't dare stop doing what I had told him to but with an effort he said, "Why can't you leave her alone, you can see she has had enough. We haven't done anything to you."
I just laughed and carried on spanking his wife. As her ass began to be more clearly marked by the effects of my palm her cries became louder wordless moans. I increased the force of my strokes more and she began to emit wordless screams as each blow landed. I varied my target, thrashing the tops of her slender thighs as well as her plump fiery arse. She was gasping more loudly now and I felt a tell-tale warmth in my groin as her cunt moistened. Despite herself, and in spite of the pain, the spanking was exciting her again and she wriggled helplessly on my lap, desperately agitating her bare wet excited cunt against my prick. She gave a sudden loud cry and through all her pain came on my lap with a shattering orgasm. I stopped spanking her immediately and her cries subsided to a quiet sobbing as she burst into quiet tears again. I let her lie for a moment trembling across my lap as the waves of her orgasm faded. I could feel the wetness on my slacks over my prick where she had cum and I could smell her sweat.
I gently stroked her red arse and slipped two fingers up her again for a last quick finger-fuck of her tight little hole as I smiled across at her husband and let him see my fingers deep up his wife's tight bottom. I withdrew my fingers and gave her red arse cheek a last sharp slap.
She gasped in pain and shock. I let go of her nipple and pushed off my knee to the floor at my feet. She looked up at me in startled surprise. As she lay in front of me with splayed legs, the right leg out straight and the left bent at the knee her lacy garter belt made an erotic band around her trim waist and the suspenders formed a delicious frame for her wet gaping cunt. Tears ran down her face as she sobbed, her eyes all puffed up. I looked down at Louise and smiled, "Did you enjoy that darling?" I asked cruelly. She shuddered. "You came again anyway," I said with a smile. She blushed furiously and looked at her husband quickly before looking away. She did not answer and I smiled quietly to myself and motioned for her to get up. She struggled to her feet and stood looking down at me. For the moment all her resistance appeared over and she seemed devoid of initiative.
"Go and have a shower, Louise darling, change into your sexiest nightdress, and it had better be one that I will like, and then come down and have your supper." She sighed and went to the door on trembling unsteady legs looking across the room at her husband as she went. I relaxed and lay back on the soft settee as I looked across at Peter as we listened to his wife's steps receding up the stairs. He looked back fearfully and I could see that he was gently trembling. I could see that he had finished setting out the supper and was avoiding coming back into the lounge.
"Come over here," I said quietly and he came reluctantly and stood in front of me. I lay back and looked up at him as he stood blushing. I ran my eyes over his plump rather feminine form and my thoughts went to the other young husband whose feminisation I had begun (see 'Derek and Susan'). If anything Peter, standing clad in his wife's sexy underwear was even more effeminate-looking than Derek/Debbie had been when I first met him. Peter had rather plump breast mounds with prominent cone-shaped nipples now protruding against the lacy material of the nearly transparent slip. I let him see me casually examining him from head to toe and his blush deepened. His rather plump chest narrowed a little to his waist although there was a cute swell to his belly and then broadened out to rather plump roomy feminine hips. He had slender virtually hairless legs well displayed by the sheer nylon stockings. I felt my prick stir again as I looked him over and decided to have a little fun with him while I waited for Louise.
"Take off my shoes and socks," I ordered and without a word he knelt at my feet and complied, loosening first one shoe and then the other and sliding off my socks. I let him stand again.
"Now the sweater," I said and raised my arms. He pulled the sweater over my head and without thinking folded it and put it on the arm of the settee.
"Unfasten my zip and pull off my trousers," I said quietly. He gasped and bit his lip.
Without meeting my eyes he reached for my zipper and pulled it down being very careful not to touch my erect prick which immediately protruded through my open trousers. I raised my ass from the settee to allow him to pull off my trousers. I was now naked and erect and I grinned up at him as he folded my trousers and laid them on top of my sweater. "That's a good girl," I said with malice and watched with pleasure as his face flamed. He could not meet my eyes. I began to pressure him and he looked more and more uncomfortable. "How often do you fuck your sexy little wife?" I asked him. He looked miserably at me but like his wife, his resistance appeared to have crumbled rather easily. He made a couple of attempts but finally got the words out.
"Two or three times a week," he whispered.
"Is that all?" I said incredulously, "such a sexy wife and is that all? What else do you do when you are by yourself and Louise is out? I bet that you have a wank then don't you?"
I asked him suddenly. I saw the guilty look of shame in his eyes but he was too afraid to lie to me. He looked down at me with desolate eyes.
"Sometimes" he whispered.
"Right" I said "I feel like a nice wank to get me ready to fuck your wife so get on with it". I reached up and took his hand with my right hand and cupped his balls with my left as I drew him down on to the settee beside me. He would not meet my eyes and did not look at my prick. I waited a moment and then looked at him and squeezed his balls gently but warningly. He got the message immediately and hesitantly reached out, grasped my stiff shaft in his hand and began to toss me off. He was not bad at it and worked up a nice rhythm manipulating my prick in his soft little hand. I smiled at him. "You are quite good at this Peter darling. Just go a bit faster". He blushed furiously but gripped me a little tighter and lengthened the stroke and began to wank me harder.
"That's just right Peter" I said "that's exactly how I like to be tossed off." I lay back enjoying the sensations flooding me as the effeminate young husband manipulated my stiff prick with unconscious expertise.