Yvette's Abduction

Hi, this is Dan here. Since I was chosen to be the team leader for our next caper, I learned that there were considerable things to do and preparations to be made. Rob obviously knew that his wife, Yvette, would be the next victim. In fact, everybody in our swingers group talked to someone. Before the 1st week everybody knew, and the initial element of surprise was lost. As an example, I had to be sure that Yvette and Rob would be home on the chosen day, and I had to be certain that Yvette would not be having her period. No guy wants to lick or fuck a bloody pussy. My wife, Jennifer, volunteered to make lunch for all of us on the fateful day. Since I was kidnapped the first time, I had no real chance to look around the woods and scout out some new potentially good spots to tie up Yvette. The 1st Sunday afternoon, after the 1st kidnapping, I was determined to go back and check out the woods, now that I had a key. Jennifer wanted to go with me and maybe play a little. Actually, she was the only one of the 8 of us, who did not know where the woods was located, because she had been tied up and covered up, and taken in and out of the woods covered up by a blanket. She got in my car wearing her old sneakers, a white sleeveless blouse that buttoned in front, with no bra, and a short jean wrap skirt. When we got there, we walked through all 3 old camps, ,an Jennifer pointed out to me the various trees and places, and told me what they had done to her at each.

I was carrying the bondage duffle bag , and we stopped in camp #3 right under the tree, where I had first seen her, when the girls dragged me by my tied nuts and dick just over a week ago. Jennifer asked me to tie her in the strappado position, under that tree, and screw her nice and slow and as often as I wanted, reminding me that we were there all alone, with no timetable. While I was getting a long piece of rope and a set of padded leather cuffs, Jennifer whipped off her wrapped skirt, let it fall to the ground and kicked it aside, and unbuttoned her braless sleeveless blouse. Whenever Jennifer drops a hint that we go somewhere, and that we might play, I ALWAYS take my prescribed 1/2 a Viagra pill. I buckled her wrists in the padded leather cuffs, tied a rope to them, and threw the rope over the branch. I pulled on that rope, until I had Jennifer bent over at the waist and in the perfect position. From all Jennifer's banter, she was ready and my cock was straining to get out of my shorts. I moved like a turtle in entering her doggie-style, despite Jennifer's pleas and efforts to get my cock deep inside her. Since she had unbuttoned her blouse, I took the opportunity to lean over, as I slowly fucked her, to play with her luscious 36C breasts and nipples. After we both came, I wasn't at all phased or winded, but Jennifer managed to blurt out, "Fuck me again, HARD AND FAST!. I did just as she ordered, and only groaned a little as we came. However, Jennifer was staggered and breathless, after her 2nd orgasm. I withdrew and let Jennifer recover, which I wasn't certain, from Jennifer's earlier description that the guys had done last Saturday.

I untied the rope that held Jennifer bent over in the strappado position. With her hands free, but still in padded leather cuffs, she took off her blouse, and put it and her wrap skirt on one of the 1/2 round tree trunk benches. Now my sexy wife, Jennifer, was naked, except for her tennis shoes. From the duffle bag, she fished out her biggest vibrator and a piece of rope, while she selected a nearby small tree. She handed me the toy and instructed me to shove it inside her wet dripping pusssy, turn it on high, and tie it in with a crotchrope. As I was tying the rope, Jennifer interrupted me TWICE commanding me to, "TIE IT TIGHTER!. She turned her back to the small tree, a full arm's length from the trunk, and knelt down. She raised her arms behind her back, as high as she could, and asked me to tie her wrists to the tree, and then tie her elbows together. When I completed the whole tie, and the vibrator started working its magic in her twat, Jennifer suggested that I leave her there for 15-30 minutes of private fun, and look around the woods for some ideas for when I ran the guy's team and abducted Yvette and took her to the woods. I took nearly 30 minutes walking around and got several good ideas, including something with a tree stump and pillow.

When I returned to Jennifer, I had no idea how many times she had come. When she saw me, she smiled and beckoned me to her, with her tongue. She gave me one of her better slow teasing BJs. I freed Jennifer after the great blowjob, and she led me back to camp #1, where the patch of lush grass was growing. The stakes were still in the ground and it looked like the lawn had recently been mowed. After stretching her and tying her spread-eagle, I looked down on my planked out wife and told her how gorgeous she looked all spread out below me, with her stunning bare pussy. We made slow passionate love there on the lush green grass for the rest of the afternoon, with lots of kissing and caressing and licking and sucking, before we packed up and went home. Some time during the next several weeks, I went to a Bed and Bath store and bought a nice fluffy oversized pillow. I had to buy pillowcases in packages of 2, but the sales clerk was happy to give me a generous discount, when I chose the unpopular brown color, but for my purposes, the color didn't matter. The week before the abduction I met Wednesday night with Bill and Stan, the other members of my team. We exchanged ideas on what each of us wanted to do to/with Yvette, when we had her and made mental outlines of our plan, allowing some time for Yvette and us to recover between acts. After our meeting, I took home the supplies and equipment that Bill had from kidnapping Jennifer. I took home one cooler and ice packs for lunches, beverages and beer. The other cooler, that I took home, contained towels, bottled water, the pussy shaving equipment and the ass fucking cleaning supplies, some of which I would have to replenish, along with restocking the food cooler. Bill supplied new bunny ears and a fresh new fluffy white bunny tail butt plug. That duffle bag contained the enema kit, plus some ropes and the other female body adornments that I might want to use in getting Yvette ready, after her enema. I would use my own duffle bag of ropes, cuffs and other things, when we got to the woods.

The next night Jennifer pawed through my supplies and equipment, primarily, I think to see if we lacked anything, but also to see what we needed to replenish. Jennifer did contribute her 2 month old 8" X 2" flexible penis like 6 speed vibrator and slipped it in with the enema supplies. Jennifer was the hands down best cook in our group. On Friday, the day before the abduction, she filled the food cooler with beer and pop and ice and a very special lunch that she had made for us. Everything stayed in a refrigerator until Saturday morning, when everything and the ice packs were loaded in the cooler. We got up early Saturday morning. I shaved and showered, and took a good dump on the toilet. I took my 1/2 Viagra pill and we had a modest breakfast and I got dressed in my old sneakers, boxers, shorts and a polo shirt. We had decided to skip the ski masks, because Yvette and Rob would recognize us immediately. Jennifer packed the refrigerated cooler, and I packed it in my SUV. I had everything else, and at about 8:25 AM on that momentous Saturday morning, I drove 3 doors down the street, and picked up Bill. He was excited and couldn't wait to get a piece of Yvette's fine tail. I had never been to either Stan's or Yvette's homes before. Bill directed me to Stan's house, where we picked him up. It turned out that Yvette lived right behind Stan on the next street over. I drove around the block, parked in front, and we all piled out, with me carrying the enema duffle bag. There was a note on the front door saying that, "The front door was open and that Yvette and Rob were out back by the pool, and to come in. Stan had been to that house many times and he led the way. We entered a nice foyer, with built iin coat closets. We went down the main hall, with a large living room off to the right and the dining room on our left. After the living room, we encountered a hallway going off to the right. Stan said that all the bedrooms and a 1/2 bath were off that hall. We passed through the kitchen, where I noticed that the breakfast dishes had been put in the dishwasher, but the coffeemaker was on and half full of fresh brewed coffee. A pair of glass sliding doors allowed us to exit onto and elevated flagstone patio overlooking the pool. Rob was sitting in a cushioned wrought iron chair sipping coffee and reading the paper. There were 6 chairs around a glass topped wrought iron table. There were 3 steps down to the pool deck. The pool was rectangular and large enough to swim laps. It was surrounded by a 10' Cyclone fence, which had that green plastic material woven through the Cyclone fence, in a tight pattern, so that no one from outside could see what was happening in the pool area.

Then I saw Yvette. She was standing in the center of the pool in water just up to her chest, wearing a black bathing cap and a black string bikini. As she caught my eye, she started splashing water in my direction, and yelled, "If you want me, you'll have to come in and get me!" "SHIT," I thought, "This is all I need!" Stan and Bill looked at me as if to say, jump in there and get her dummy. I opened my duffle bag and threw out some pieces of rope. I told my guys to get Rob, strip him and tie him spread-eagle to the pool fence. All of this should have been done in their master bedroom, but we would have to improvise. While my guys grabbed Rob and removed his robe to find him naked underneath, I took off my clothes and shoes and neatly piled them on the table. I dove in the pool and swam toward Yvette. Before she swam for deeper water, she took off her string bikini bottoms and threw them up on the pool deck. I easily overtook her from behind and hauled her underwater. While I did that, from behind, I untied the 2 straps that held the top of her string bikini on and threw that up on the pool deck. I could still touch bottom, but Yvette couldn't. She turned around in my arms, put her arms around my neck and captured my mouth in a deep passionate kiss, but we didn't have time to play around, so I broke her hold and dunked her 3 times,, until she was spurting pool water and docile. I grabbed one of her arms and roughly twisted it behind her back, and got a firm pinching hold on one of her nipples. I marched her through the pool water and up the corner built in pool stairs. From my duffle bag, I tied her wrists behind her back in the reverse double hammer lock position.

I sat in one of their cushioned wrought iron chairs and bent Yvette over my knees, making sure that my cock was well positioned in her pussy slit. I bent Yvette over my knees and then noticed that she had a butt plug in her ass. She already had an enema earlier that morning. Nevertheless I spanked and beat her poor sorry ass, until it was good and red. We were still wet from being in the pool and our bodies were still wet, but I folded a towel and made the still tied Yvette kneel on it. I fucked her mouth as fast and hard as I dared, until I shot my load of cum down her throat. Yvette was an experienced pro and swallowed all my cum. I dried us off as best that I could, including her hair and ponytail, which was revealed, when I took off her black bathing cap. Then, I took Yvette into her bathroom off her master bedroom. At least I wouldn't have to give her an enema, because the proof that she had one was laying in the bathtub in the form of an enema bag and its associated tubing. I began to go through my mental checklist of what I had to do to prepare her. Yvette rattled me, with that pool stunt.

The first thing that I had to do was get her hair looking somewhat presentable. The only areas of her hair that were wet seemed to bee around the edges. With directions from Yvette, and the use of a blow dryer and brush, I got her hair passable looking, for the meantime. With an impending ride to the woods and more blowjobs to perform, it was a disappointment not to tie her breasts, but I did affix the tinkle bell nipple clamps to her hard 39C breasts. I made her kneel over the bathtub and extracted her butt plug, and replaced it with our 4" lubricated soft fluffy bunny tail butt plug. I stood her up and inserted the provided 8" X 2" vibrator all the way up her love tunnel, and turned it on high. I secured it with a tight crotchrope. After Yvette's pool stunt, I was going to let her be at the mercy of the vibrator, until we got to the woods, which had to be at least an hour away. Finally, I put on her bunny ears, and we left the bathroom, and moved into the bedroom. Bill supplied the bunny tail butt plugs and bunny ears from some unknown supplier. Yvette stopped me in the bedroom and announced that she was CLAIMING me for after the woods and through the next day. This was a subject that had been discussed before, but no definite rules had been agreed to. As it stood, I would be with Yvette from after the wood's fuckings and more, Yvette and I would spend the rest of Saturday and most of Sunday together, with no rules. She nodded to a packed garment bag hanging from the closet door, and told me to put it in my car. In addition, Yvette told me that her unlined black raincoat was in the front hall closet, and that her tennis shoes and their keys to their car were by the garage door leading into the garage.

I took Yvette back to the pool deck and found Bill and Stan patiently sitting in padded wrought iron chairs, and saw Rob tied spread-eagled against the south side of the pool's Cyclone fence, hidden from public view by the weaving through the holes in the heavy wire. I told Yvette to kneel down on the folded towel that was still there from my earlier BJ. I made her suck me off again. This time, I let her lick and suck my balls, lick my shaft and twirl her tongue over my cock's head, before she started bobbing and sucking along my slippery shaft. Everytime she took my cock into her throat, I grabbed her head and held my dick deep in her throat, telling her to, "SUCK IT, SUCK IT, SUCK ME HARDER," until she made some sound indicating that she needed more air. Eventually, my cock had enough and I exploded all my cum down her throat. Before I released her, I made sure thatYvette licked every drop of my semen off my cock. Then, I turned Yvette over to Bill and Stan for their blowjobs, and told them that I would move the cars. After getting dressed, I went back to Yvette's bedroom and picked up her garment bag and grabbed an old blanket from the top of a cedar chest. I collected Yvette's raincoat from the front hall closet, and went out the front door. As I removed the little sign, from the front door, the girls pulled up in Sally's and Bill's SUV. They were due here around 9:30 AM, and were actually about 15 minutes late. Sally and Virginia went in the front door expecting to find Yvette and Rob in their bedroom, but I told them that everyone was out back by the pool. However, my wife was more curious and had heard that I had been claimed by Yvette. She unzipped the garment bag that I was carrying to reveal a little black club dress, a floral blouse, white short shorts, heels and sandals, plus several sexy thongs and panties. As Jennifer went into the house, she said that Yvette is going to expect you to take her out to some nice place.

I hung Yvette's garment bag on the coat hook in the car, and put the raincoat and blanket in the back of my SUV. I switched the cars around, and my car was in their garage, with the garage door closed and the back end of my SUV open. I went into the house and back to the pool area. Stan was just zipping up, from his blowjob, and the girls had set out a folded towel and were sucking Rob's cock. AT LAST, although somewhat late, we were finally ready to leave for the woods with Yvette. We took her out to the garage, put on her raincoat and buttoned and belted it. We sat her on the back of my SUV and put on her tennis shoes, tied her ankles together, and ballgagged her. She had been out to the woods before, and I saw no reason to blindfold her. We picked her up and set her on an old comforter, provided by Jennifer, and covered Yvette with the blanket. That vibrator that I had tied deep in her twat, and still running on high, would provide Yvette with all the entertainment she needed, during the ride to the woods. I told the guys about Yvette claiming me, and informed them that they might want to make their own arrangements. We all agreed that something had to be done about that rule, but no one had the solution. All of a sudden, we were there and pulling up to the wood's gate. Bill jumped out and unlocked the gate. I pulled forward and stopped, while Bill slid the gate back in place and locked it. We all got out of my car and got Yvette out of the back end. We took off her raincoat and untied her ankles, but left the ballgag in her mouth. Bill and I piled back in my SUV, and left Stan to make Yvette walk the 1/2 mile "walk of torture" trek to the infamous 30" - 36" diameter tree that grew along the road. I drove my SUV up to the tree and parked it.

Bill and I wrapped the blanket around the tree trunk and tied it in place. As a bedraggled and obviously highly orgasmic Yvette, plus Stan reached the tree, Bill and I took over. We untied her from the double hammer lock position, that she had been in for quite some time, and removed her crotchrope and the vibrator that had given Yvette untold orgasms. Bill and I backed Yvette up to the tree, while Stan got undressed and neatly put his clothes in my SUV. Yvette's arms were tied overhead and bent backwards around the tree's trunk. Her legs were spread wide and back, before they were tied at the ankles. She was supported by her back and butt, with the bunny tail butt plug. Bill undressed and put his clothes in my SUV. As I started up my car, Stan moved into position to fuck Yvette. I drove down to the end of the left or 1st road and followed the loop onto the middle road, which was between camp #2 and camp #3. I unloaded the coolers and other necessary supplies in camp #3, which we would use in our next operation. Next, I took my clothes off, placed them in my car, and made my way back, through the vegetation to the fucking tree. I noticed right away that Bill had removed Yvette's ballgag, and he was pounding into her pretty good, and she was gasping and moaning like crazy. A couple minutes later Yvette gasped and came, and maybe 2 thrusts later Bill grunted and shot his load up her love box. I told Bill and Stan that I had unloaded the coolers and other supplies at camp #3 and they could get ready for our next operation. I said that I would bring Yvette along, when I finished with her.

Alone with Yvette in the woods, I stood back and stared at her incredible body. Her incredible 39C tits, that stood high and proud, still heaving, on her chest, and perfectly illustrated what the term "rack" truly meant. It was obvious that she kept in shape and her long taught lean legs strained at their bonds. Her blonde pussy hair glistened in the sunlight, from her 2 previous fuckings. Yvette's fine blonde pubic hair was a shade or two darker than the hair on her head, and it was obvious that she had done some trimming of her bush to accommodate the panties that she chose to wear. Maybe I had been a little too harsh and rough with Yvette, thinking of her stunt in their pool and her pronouncement of "claiming" me for about the next 24 hours. I knelt and licked her pussy juice soaked and cum dripping pussy 6 or 8 times, which startled her and seemed to send a chill through her body. I decided to leave her nipple clamps on, because I loved the sound of those little tinkle bells, and possessed her mouth, with mine, and passionately made out with her. Somewhere in the midst of all that kissing, I slipped my rigid cock inside her. I screwed her slow and easy, while I continued to kiss her mouth and all around her face and neck. I got a good genuine scream out of her, when she came, and my measly groan was drowned out, when I came with her.

After Yvette had calmed down, I released her from the tree. I packed up all the excess rope, except one piece, into my duffle bag, while Yvette stretched and rubbed her arms. With that one piece of rope, I tied Yvette's wrists crossed behind her shoulder blades and ballgagged her. I grabbed the blanket and my duffle bag, and led Yvette through the bushes, across the lush patch of lawn in camp #1, through more bushes, across the sparse grass in camp #2, through more bushes and around some trees, across the dirt road, where my car was parked, and through a few more bushes in camp #3, where Bill and Stan were waiting for us. A little off to my right was a small clearing, with a 24" in diameter about 3' high tree trunk that had been sawn off level on top. I sat Yvette on my brown oversized pillow on top of the tree trunk. Stan and Bill each buckled a heavy duty padded leather cuff onto each of Yvette's ankles, and tied a long piece of heavy duty rope to each ankle cuff. I picked up Yvette and the guys threw their ropes over a sturdy limb and pulled. Besides being securely tied and ballgagged, I think that she tried to say, since her ballgagged mouth was fairly close to my ears, when I picked her up, I think she said, "What the Hell are you guys doing?" Jennifer had obviously told the girls what Was previously done to her, and this was a variation from the script. The guys stopped pulling and tied off their ropes, when Yvette's pussy was at about my chin height, which was a good height, for what I was about to do, because I shaved every morning looking at my mug in a mirror about this height. Her pussy was still pretty wet and some cum was still oozing out of her. I used one of the many hand towels that we had, doused one end with bottled water, and washed off and dried her pussy.

While the ropes were about 4' apart as they went across the horizontal branch, Yvette's ankles were only a good 3' apart, as she hung there upside down, and that was perfect. I got the battery charged shears out of the dry cooler. I mentioned earlier that Yvette had done some shaving of her pubic hairs to accommodate the panties she wore, and that made things a little easier for me. I zipped up and down and across her pubis mons leaving her fine blonde hair shorn to an even 1/4" high. More care was required doing along the outside of her pussy lips. The hair that sprouted from her perineum, unlike most Japanese women, who had dark thick hair everywhere, like an unshaven grizzly mountain man, was very sparse and easy to shear. As I moved behind Yvette, Bill pulled out her bunny tail butt plug, and both guys held her ass cheeks apart. I buzzed up and down her ass and sheared a moderate amount of ass crack hair. Next came the more delicate part. I got out the aerosol medicated Foamy shaving cream and Lady Schick safety razor, with a new blade in it. The guys held her steady, but I think that she had confidence in me that I would not nick her beautiful skin. I shaved her pubis mons and perineum, much as I shaved my own face. I pulled the skin of her pussy lips taut, with my fingers and carefully shaved them. After that, her ass crack was a cinch. With the towel and more bottled water, I washed and dried the newly shaved areas. Finally, I rubbed in an Aloe lotion over all shaved areas to prevent her from itching.

We got her down and on her feet. I walked her around in a large circle, to make sure she was not dizzy or sick. All the while Yvette dragged the long pieces of rope attached to her ankle cuffs. We wound up back at the stump, where one of the guys had draped the blanket over it and put the pillow on top. I put her down so that the pillow cushioned edge of the tree stump caught her right in the gut. The 2 long ropes were still dangling, from her ankle cuffs. Bill and Stan pulled on those ropes and tied them to handy small trees that held her legs spread at nearly a 90 degree angle. Yvette's feet did not touch the ground, but instead, she had to grip the tree trunk, with her knees and thighs. However, the part of her that we wanted was in perfect position. Stan really wanted to go 1st, so he lubed up his cock and plunged it right up Yvette's asshole. They were having a good ole time. Yvette was giggling and laughing, which is tough to do wearing a ballgag. Bill and I had our heads together and he suggested that we blindfold and tie Yvette's boobs, before we hoisted her up the tree again. I agreed and just then, Yvette and Stan came. Bill lubed up his cock and pounded Yvette's ass. He couldn't phase her and I swear that Yvette was trying to tell Bill to go harder and faster, through her ballgag, all the way to their climaxes. I was next, and Yvette taunted and teased my big stiff lubed cock by wagging her ass at me. I hit that beautiful perky ass hard and fast, for as long as I could keep going at full speed. Thankfully, we both came. Of course we took the necessary safety precautions, between ass fuckings, including washing and disinfecting both her parts and our sexual parts.

I could tell from Yvette's exuberance and smile, when we finished, that she was really into ass fucking. When finished, the guys untied the ropes from the trees and got her to her feet. Her arms were still tied behind her back inn the reverse double hammer lock position. Bill wrapped 3 turns of rope around the base of each of Yvette's large boobs, and finished off by tying the ends behind her neck. I was amazed to behold her perfect globular melons, but was more astonishing was to see her nipples grow into 1" bright red pencil sized appendages. I'd bet those suckers would be sensitive and fun to play with. Before we hauled her back up the tree, upside down, we re-inserted her bunny tail butt plug up her asshole, and blindfolded her. Up she went to a good height for each of us to go down on her. We took turns eating her pussy out, from a standing position behind her, and at the same time we could reach around in front of her and diddle and play with her fantastic tits and those wonderfully sensitive nipples of hers. When we finished with Yvette's newly shaven pussy, I took off her ballgag, while Stan and bill lowered her a little bit. Yvette was forced to suck each of us off, while she still hung thoroughly bound upside down. I went first and Yvette was quite compliant. She licked my scrotum and sucked each of my balls, before getting down to serious cock sucking. She wasn't as cooperative with Stan and Bill, and they wound up fuckiing her mouth, until they came deep in her throat.. It was my purpose to see that Yvette got to experience as many fucking and sucking positions as possible.

We got her down again and tied her in a somewhat suspended spread-eagle. Yvette was set on the pillow on the tree stump. Her ankle cuffs and long ropes were still attached to her. Bill and Stan each took one of the ropes and stretched it, and tied the ends high around the 2 tree trunks, where she was formally tied for her ass fucking.. Her legs were spread to nearly 90 degrees, and were held elevated well above the rest of her body. She was still bound and blindfolded, sitting on the pillow covered stump, and I had to hold her upright, until the guys finished the first phase of their tie. I untied Yvette's arms, and Bill and Stan each buckled a padded leather wrist cuff to each of her wrists, with a long heavy rope attached. They pulled on the ropes and tied them to 2 more trees, at about the 6' height. Yvette was surely tied spread-eagle, but was not lying on a flat surface. Instead she was supported by her butt on the padded stump and the ropes that tied her limbsto the 4 trees spaced nearly at the 4 main points on a compass. Starting with Rob, then Stan and finally me, we fucked her, until each of us was spent. We had only one more non-sexual event scheduled before lunch. Then, we could rest and take another Viagra pill, plus eating Jennifer's homemade lunch. Yvette tried to hold her head up, to see what we were doing to her, but she couldn't hold her head upp for very long, and soon just let her head loll back and down. It was then that she lost her bunny ears, and I put them away. While one of us fucked her, the next guy waiting manually held Yvette's head up and stuck a few inches of cock in her mouth. Our cocks were just far enough in Yvette's mouth to get us hard and keep us ready,

When everyone had enough of Yvette and were spent, I took the padded cuffs off her wrists, held her sitting up and retied her arms behind her back in a forearm-to-forearm position, which took the pressure off her shoulders. . The guys untied her leg ropes.. When we were all ready, I picked Yvette up, and Bill and Stan threw her ropes over that branch and pulled her up for the 3rd time. This time her ankles were tied together, which accentuated her fine lean legs, nicely rounded hips, long stretched narrow waist, and, of course, her glorious tied 39C tits were still jiggling on her chest. Yvette had no ballgag, when we just screwed her multiple times, and she did her share of whimpering, moaning and screaming. Now, we would see how she reacted to this punishment, just before lunch. We moved around behind her and took turns spanking and beating her lovely ass. When we finished, her butt cheeks were an ugly fiery red color, but no one broke her skin open, and the amazing thing was that during her ordeal, Yvette barely uttered a sound, except to come twice. We took her down and released her from all ropes and cuffs, but left her bunny tail butt plug up her ass. I walked her over to one of the blanket covered 1/2 round tree trunk benches and sat her down on my big pillow.

I gave Yvette a palm full of anti-bacterial soap, a fresh bottle of water and a hand towel, a little smaller and different color than the ones we used for ass fucking. Everyone got their own colored towel, and the soap and water were passed to the next person. From the cooler I gave everyone a Big Man napkin, a wrapped sandwich roll, a covered plastic cup of homemade potato salad and a plastic fork. Out on the bench, I set some bananas and a tin of Toll House chocolate chip cookies. As everyone dug in, I discovered that the sandwich was like a lobster roll, but was actually made with delectable succulent fresh crab meat. My wife, Jennifer, had gone out of her way to make us a delicious lunch. I wondered what Rob and the girls were having for lunch. We had cold Coke or bottled beer. Everyone grabbed a 12 oz. bottle of Heineken beer. While Yvette was stuffing her face with food, she said, "The morning was amazing!" "I couldn't ever have conceived that you guys came up with so many excellent and diverse things to do to me this morning." "I trust that you guys have come up with just as diverse and maybe rougher games for this afternoon. What could we say except, "Thank you and we'll try!" I grabbed a couple c.c. cookies from the tin, and happened to look over at Yvette. Literally, she was deep-throating a peeled banana. You know how bananas are mostly curved, but a few, I think that grow either at the top or bottom of the whole bunch are nearly straight. Well, Yvette took a pretty straight banana, peeled it, and was licking it and shoving it down her throat, until all of us noticed her. She bit off a piece of her banana and casually said, "I want you guys to fuck my asss again this afternoon." I knew she liked it up the ass.

The guys moved off a ways to revise our plans. Then Jennifer called me on my cell phone. I told her that we had just finished lunch and that they should shoot for getting here between 4:30- 5:00 PM. We didn't for get to take our Viagra pills from Bill's prescription bottle. Every one grabbed the chocolate cookies they wanted and finished them off with the beer. Although there wasn't much garbage, except banana peels and paper, we packed it up in a plastic bag and stowed it on the bottom of our cooler. I knew just the tree for Yvette, but 1st we had to move everything to Camp #2. Even Yvette carried the blanket and what she had been calling her pillow. In a small clearing about 20' off Camp #2 was a tree, with a perfect springy 4"-5" in diameter horizontal branch. More importantly 2 smaller trees grew on either side, and were pretty well evenly spaced. Yvette was buckled into padded leather wrist cuffs and a single rope was thrown over the horizontal branch and tied off, to tie her standing upright. Her ankles were tied to the base of the 2 smaller trees. While she was spread wide open, her feet were still firmly planted on the ground.

We met behind Yvette's back and decided that 2 of us would fuck her ass, and the 3rd would fuck her pussy. Stan lubed up first, and entered Yvette's butt hole from behind. As soon as he got a good rhythm going, I stepped in front of Yvette and slipped my cock deep into her love tunnel. We were hitting her from both ends, and I was curious as to how she'd take it. For awhile there, Stan and I matched thrusts. You should have seen Yvette's big 39C knockers. They were bouncing and flapping up and down, like some flightless bird trying to take off. I could feel Stan's cock through her vaginal walls. I don't think there was any way to tell who made her come, but she did have 2 orgasms in rapid succession. Stan came and pulled out, but my dick remained buried deep in Yvette's cunt, just twitching a little every so often. The transition was fast and smooth. Bill was lubed up and ready, and as soon as Stan pulled out, Bill cleaned and disinfected Yvette's ass, and then plunged right in. I let Bill fuck her behind as fast as he wanted. However, I fucked her pussy slow and steady. I'm certain that her brain's pleasure cells must have gotten scrambled. I had to continually make a conscious effort to keep my thrusts at a slow steady pace. Yvette's poor titties didn't know which way to bounce. Bill had grabbed Yvette's tits, from behind, squeezing and kneading them, until the 2 of them came moments apart. I paused for a 2nd time, with my hard prick still deep in Yvette's honey pot, while Bill washed and disinfected her ass. Now, I played with Yvette's boobs, captured and ravaged her luscious lips. And slowly teased her pussy, for only a few more minutes, until she screamed into my mouth, and held on, until we could come together.

When everyone was cleaned up and recovered, we freed Yvette, but only for less than a minute. I tied Yvette's wrists together; palm-to-palm, behind her back, followed by tying her elbows together, and tied a long rope to her wrists. I threw the rope over that same horizontal branch, pulled it, until Yvette's arms were nearly pointing to the sky and she was bent over in the strappado position. Meanwhile, Bill and Stan put her bunny tail butt plug back in, put her bunny ears back on, ballgagged her, attached clamps to her nipples, and let her find a comfortable position to plant her feet and brace herself. We played Rock, Paper, and Scissors to determine our screwing order. I lost badly and would go last. My one consolation was that Yvette would be all warmed up for me, when my turn came. When it was my turn, my hard stiff cock slipped right into her cum oozing pussy juice saturated cunt. She had been fucked fast and hard by Stan and Bill, so I decided to go slow and tease her, maybe driving her out of her mind. After 5-10 minutes of my twat teasing torture, Yvette was loudly moaning into her ballgag, squirming anxiously, and thrusting her pussy back at me, trying to get me to go faster. After at least another 10 minutes of this, I think that both of us needed to come as badly as the other. I held her, with my left arm, around her stomach, and reached around her with my right hand and found her clit. I fucked her faster and rubbed her clit, until we both came

We released Yvette and removed her ropes and toys, except the bunny ears, bunny tail butt plug and ballgag. I spread the blanket doubled over one of the benches and set the pillow at one end. I barely heard Yvette whimper and protest, when Stan removed her nipple clamps, because of the muffling ballgag in her mouth. This was the part of our plan, where we got to rest our cocks for awhile, I laid Yvette out on the log, with her butt on the pillow, and frog-tied her legs. Stan and Bill tied her wrists under the bench, and when I wasn't looking, they had tied the base of Yvette's tits, and tied the rope around the same 1/2 round log bench.. Bill jumped ahead of Stan and went down on Yvette's pussy, so Stan and I each took a breast, kneeling on either side of her, and squeezed and sucked her nipples. Yvette did have a satisfactory orgasm. Bill did what I would describe as a fairly routine pussy eating on Yvette, and she did get off. Stan did the kissing licking thing all over Yvette's pussy. He tongue fucked her, found her g-spot, stuck 2 fingers in her twat and made her squirt. I grabbed a towel out of the ass fucking cooler and handed it to Stan, so that he could wipe his face off, after he finished her off.

I was left with doing a kissing/biting kind of pussy eating, just to vary things a bit. I started just above her frog-tied splayed open knees. I nibbled and kissed and licked her inner thighs right up to her perineum. Because she was frog-tied and that skin was stretched, there was no way to nibble that area, so I settled for just kissing and licking her perineum area. I moved on to her pussy lips, kissed and nibbled and sucked on them for quite a while, and finished her off by biting and sucking her red engorged clitoris. We let her recover for 5-10 minutes, and then untied her and got her on her feet. Our next phase was going to be down and dirty. I removed her ballgag, while Bill tied Yvette's wrist behind her back in a reverse double hammerlock. The grass had thickened up a bit and the leaves were gone, but about 1/4 of the grass area was still dry bare dirt. We made Yvette pick a spot to kneel, but she couldn't completely avoid the dirt. Yvette's ankles were tied together. We made her suck each of us off, and everyone roughly fucked her mouth, until we all came. Again, I went last, and while my cock pounded Yvette's mouth, Stan snuck behind her, and untied her ankles. When I came, Stan and Bill Pushed Yvette on her back, and I followed her right down to the ground. I entered her and she locked her legs around my hips, enabling my cock to delve into the depths of her pussy. I fucked her into the dirt and grass. Stan and Bill followed next. Among the grass and dirt, they had her, and we were all pretty dirty, when it was over. Yvette just lay there on the ground, wither legs spread wide open, trying to clear her head and regain her senses. Bill and I put the 2 coolers in my car, while Stan when on to Camp #1, with the blanket and pillow and bondage gear duffle bag.

Bill and I got Yvette up and took her over to Camp #1, where Stan had covered one of the benches, with the blanket and pillow. When she saw the preparation that Stan had done, Yvette broke away and ran to the bench. She knelt on the end of the bench, bowed her head between her knees and stuck her ass up in the air. Speaking directly to me Yvette said, "Fuck me up the ass, TWICE!" "You owe me from before, and I've claimed you!' I wasn't sure how far the "claim" reached, but she was right in that I hadn't ass fucked her back at Camp #2. I asked Stan to go back to my car and bring the cooler, with the ass fucking supplies, while I made a few adjustments to Yvette's bondage and position. Her feet were dangling over the end of the bench and her face was buried in the pillow. I lubed up and forced my cock into her fine ass. It seemed that all I heard from Yvette were the words, "FASTER, FASTER and HARDER and HARDER," except some moans and screams, when she came. After cleaning up and disinfecting, I took the ass fucking cooler back to my car, while Stan and Bill tied Yvette spread eagle to the 4 tent stakes in the lush lawn, with the pillow under her ass.

We gave each guy some private time to do what he wanted to Yvette. Stan went 1st and Bill and I walked over to my car and grabbed a beer. We analyzed what we had done that day and how we might improve on our performance. When Stan finished with Yvette, Bill took over with Yvette. At my car, I gave Stan a beer, and we walked through the woods, rating the various places we had used, and found some new prospective ones, when it was his turn to be a team leader. My turn came next, and I chose to make slow love to Yvette, knowing that the previous guys could have done the same thing. I got down on all 4s, between her spread legs, and bent and swooped my tongue through her pussy slit 6 or 7 times. I crawled forward inch by inch, kissing and licking her body, as I worked upwards towards her puffy well used lips. I stopped to suck on her nipples. I captured her lips, with mine, as I slid my cock all the way inside her. Our lips never parted, as I fucked her and, simultaneously ravaged her mouth, until we both came. When Yvette caught her breath, she whispered in my ear that she wanted me to take her to my house, when this was over. I fucked her again, as long as my cock was still hard and buried to the hilt in her cunt. Stan and Bill released Yvette and took her to the large tree right along the edge of the road, where we had started this saga earlier that morning. Her arms were bent around the huge tree trunk and her wrists were tied behind the tree. Yvette's ankles were tied back around the base of the tree.

I was left with picking up and packing the equipment that was used to tie Yvette spread-eagle to the tent stakes. By the time I worked my way to the road and the tree, Stan had finished fucking Yvette again and Bill was well into his turn at pounding Yvette into the tree. My cellphone rang and Jennifer told me that they would be here in 15-20 minutes. I told her to take the 1st road to the left. Bill finished and I took my turn at Yvette and kind of rushed through it, but we both had a little orgasm. The decorating crew was waiting for me to finish. Stan and Bill ballgagged Yvette, put clamps on her nipples, tied her tits into round swollen globes, and blindfolded Yvette. After Yvette was prepared, we stood around waiting for the girls to arrive with Rob. About 10 minutes later a red SUV pulled up. Our wives, dressed in a variety of shorts and tops, piled out of the SUV. They assessed the situation and got Rob out of the back of the car. He was naked, except for tennis shoes and his wrists were tied behind his back. They had tied his cock and balls with a very narrow twine. Sally was the 1st to kneel and eat Yvette's pussy. She was followed by Virginia and Jennifer. While Jennifer waited her turn, I asked my wife what they were going to do tonight and tomorrow. She said that they weren't quite sure, but were going to play with Rob some more there in the woods and then go to Bill's house to play. Also, they would undoubtedly go out for dinner sometime. When Jennifer finished with Yvette's pussy, the girls made Rob kneel before Yvette and eat her out.

As fast as they could, Bill and Stan freed Yvette and took off all her bodily accessories, including her bunny ears, which remarkably stayed on all this time. I put everything in my bondage duffle bag, except a short rope to tie Yvette's wrists behind her back. We all walked through Camp #1 and saw that the girls already had Rob tied spread-eagle to the tent stakes on the lush turf patch. We stopped to kiss our wives goodbye and walked to my car parked on the 2nd road. All of our gear was put in the back of the SUV. The men got dressed. Bill and Stan climbed into the back seat, while I draped Yvette's unlined raincoat over her shoulders, buttoned and belted it on her, put her in the front passenger seat and fastened her in, using the seat belts. With a toot of our car's horn, we took off. I dropped Stan off at his house 1st, and then drove over to Bill's, and he got out. Just 3 houses down from Bill's, I pulled in my driveway, opened the garage door, with the remote, drove in and shut the garage door behind us. I got Yvette out of the car, grabbed the bondage gear duffle and Yvette's garment bag. In the foyer, I took off her raincoat and hung it up in the front hall closet. We went upstairs to my bedroom, with me carrying my duffle and her garment bag, which seemed quite bottom heavy. The garment bag hung nicely on the door knob of Jennifer's closet, while I just threw the duffle on the floor.

After our day in the woods, we were both pretty dirty, but Yvette faired somewhat worse, because she spent a good deal of the time on the ground. We badly needed showers. I loosened the laces on her tennis shoes, so that she could slip out of them. I untied her wrists and sent her into my bathroom, so she could get started. I emptied my pockets on my dresser and got undressed. I slipped into the bathroom, peed out a potent day's worth of piss, took a 1/2 Viagra pill, and brushed my teeth, before sneaking into the shower behind Yvette, cupping and squeezing her wet slippery boobs. We soaped and washed each other's bodies and hair. When we were nearly finished rinsing off, Yvette ordered, "Since I claimed you, I want you to eat my pussy here in the shower!" I knelt and complied. When we got out of the shower and we dried off, Yvette said that we were going out to dinner, at a pretty expensive restaurant, and she would call for reservations, which would determine how much time we had to play, before getting ready and having to leave. Yvette said that she would need a full hour to get ready, and that it was about a half hour's drive to the restaurant. When she emerged naked from the bathroom, she used my cellphone sitting on my dresser, and dialed the number from memory. She asked for Maurice, the maitre de, by name and identified herself. We had a reservation for 9:00 PM. When she got off the phone, Yvette told me the reservation time and said that she needed an hour to get ready, plus about a half hour's drive out to the Villa Louis on Milwaukee Avenue. Since it was already around 6:00 pm, that left us only about 1-1/2 hours to play and Yvette said that I could do what I wanted.

Since we were going out, I didn't want any rope marks to show on her wrists and ankles, so I used the padded leather cuffs. I buckled her wrists crossed behind her back, with a pair of the full cuffs and laid her on the bed. I fastened individual cuffs to her ankles, with a long rope attached to each cuff. I pulled each rope backwards and tied the ends to the upper corner posts of the bed. Her legs were spread and her feet extended over her head. Yvette's butt was pulled off the mattress and raised in the air. I climbed on the bed and speared her love tunnel, with my fully erect cock. There are only a few fucking positions that allow a guy's cock to be buried so deep in a woman's cunt, and this was one of them. Yvette moaned and shuddered, when I got as close to her cervix as I ever would be able to reach, with my 8-1/2" cock. We were on a time schedule and there was no slow teasing fucking. I fucked her hard and fast and deep through 2 orgasms, before I came. Right there in front of me was another treasure, and all I had to do was to move a little to have full access. Right in front of my eyes was Yvette's tasty pussy and her red engorged clit. I kept my eyes on the clock and spent enough time on her pussy to tease her and get her to beg. At her 1st utterance of anything that remotely sounded like a beg or plea, I took her over the precipice, into that spasmodic place where all women go, when they are spasmodically overloaded and nearly become senseless..

I freed Yvette's ankles and got her down on her knees on the floor. Next, I made her suck me off. Finally, I helped her kneel towards the rear center of the bed, with her knees spread wide apart. I climbed on the bed and slithered my legs between her's, until my cock was directly below her pussy. I steadied her by holding her by the waist and eased her down onto my cock. With a ready hand for support, I let Yvette ride my dick to her heart's content. I actually came about 6 bounces before Yvette, but she continued riding me, until she came. I half lifted and she half crawled upwards, until her pussy was over my mouth. She nearly put all her weight on my mouth, and I ate her out. I unbuckled her wrists from the cuffs. When she was standing on the floor, she said that our short little session was perfect, and that thing that I did with her legs tied over her head was great! She turned the bedspread up and laid her garment bag on it. From its depths, she pulled out several bottles and her cosmetic kit. I followed her into the bathroom, telling her that I was just getting my electric razor and toothbrush. I left her alone. I went into the next door guest bedroom's bathroom. I peed, buzzed over my face and neck, to remove my 5:00 shadow beard stubble. I showered and dried off. Before I returned to my bedroom, I splashed a little Old Spice after shave on my face.

Back in my bedroom, I just put on a pair of sweats and my moccasins. I grabbed Yvette's tennis shoes and went downstairs. I retrieved Yvette's raincoat from the front hall closet and put both items in my SUV in our garage. Before we went out I wanted to make sure that Jennifer's car was clean. She has her favorite "gangsta" car, a current year black Cadillac Escalade. I picked up the papers left about; damp wiped the seats and dashboard, and vacuumed the floors. That would do short of completely detailing the car. Back up in my bedroom, I got dressed for dinner. I wore blue-gray pleated slacks, a white shirt, with narrow light red pin stripes, a red silk tie, and my black cashmere sportcoat. I took extra money out of my dresser. Finally, I rummaged in Jennifer's underwear drawer and found her multi-speed 3" egg vibrator and its remote control unit, which I set on the bed, along with a box of Kleenex. I was ready and all I had to do was to sit and stew and wait for Yvette to emerge from the bathroom. About 10 minutes later the bathroom door opened and out stepped a vision. Yvette's smelled wonderful and classy. Her makeup was impeccably applied to her face and she had put her hair up in some kind of intricate Chignon hairdo. She grabbed her garment bag and started unpacking some of its contents and laying them on the bed: her little black dress, 3" black heels, a black thong, a black pushup bra, and her jewelry case. Then, she noticed the egg vibrator.

She asked me if I wanted her to wear it tonight. I replied that I thought she'd have more fun wearing it, and that yes, I wanted her to wear it. As she inserted the vibrator way up her twat, Yvette said that she almost bought one of these for this weekend. She tested it and then handed me the remote, which I put in my sportcoat pocket. She put on her thong, but I stopped her, before it was completely on. I had her bend over, at the waist, and packed a few Kleenexes against her pussy, and then pulled up her thong. I told her that the Kleenex would absorb any excess juices that she might exude. I pulled up the thong and next helped her fasten the 4 rear hooks that held up her strapless pushup bra. Her little black dress went over her head. When she had it in position, I zipped her up in back and fastened the microscopic hook at the top of her zipper that is the bane of all men. Yvette slipped into her 3" heels and put on her jewelry. She took off her diamond stud earrings and replaced them with a pair of dangling ornate gold earrings, with a large green stone in the center. She clasped wide gold bracelets on each of her wrists that were embedded with the same green stones that matched her eyes. Finally, she fastened a gold chain around her neck that had a large heart shaped green stone in the center, surrounded by a filigree mounting. I'm certain that it was an antique piece. The necklace stone nestled in the cleavage of her sweetheart neckline club dress, which came to a fewinches above her knees. Not only was Yvette stunning looking, she was simply gorgeous, and I was proud and flattered to be taking her out. Before we left, I phoned over to Bill's and got Sally. I asked for Jennifer, and got that clichéd answerer about Jennifer "being tied up and unable to come to the phone." However, in this case I had no doubt that it was 100% true. I told Sally that Yvette and I were going out for a few hours, and that if anyone needed clothes from our 2 houses, the coast would be clear for a few hours.

I escorted Yvette downstairs and into the garage. She was appropriately impressed that we took the black Cadillac Escalade. We headed west out Dundee Rd. to Milwaukee Ave., and then northwest on Milwaukee Ave. to the Villa Louise restaurant. During the trip, Yvette started out the conversation by asking me where I was born, went to school, hobbies, favorite colors and foods, etc. I, of course, asked her the same questions. It was a pleasant conversation, but I felt more like it was a 1st date or on an audition. I won't bore you with the details, but somewhere in the middle, Yvette commanded me to "make her come." I reached into my sportcoat pocket and turned the RC egg vibrator that had been gently buzzing in her twat to high. Yvette grabbed whatever she could get her hands on, squirmed in her seat, and soon let out a pleading scream and came. Those little egg vibrators look innocuous, but sneak up on a girl. The valet parking attendants, in their formal uniforms, opened the car doors for us and helped Yvette out. My car was efficiently whisked away to their parking area. I got a ticket, and walked around to claim Yvette's elbow and escorted her inside. Yvette spotted Maurice and waved. We were taken up a wide spiral staircase to a balcony, with a single row of banquettes that overlooked the main dining room below. The place was packed. We studied our leather bound menus. Yvette ordered a fresh whole Maine lobster, at market price, which came with a serving of fresh blanched vegetables, and a split of California Chardonnay. I ordered a T-bone steak, with a baked potato topped with the works, butter, and sour cream and crumbled bacon. I ordered a split of California Cabernet Sauvignon.

We had to descend the staircase for Yvette to select her lobster. Under our balcony, were a lobster tank and a tank of Rainbow Trout Yvette chose one of the smaller lobsters and order it shelled and ready to eat. Back up at our banquette, we were served a complimentary appetizer of stuffed snowball mushrooms. The 6 piece band/combo started a set. While we ate our appetizer we started discussing our favorite music and dances. We discovered that the musical group played a mix of slow romantic show tunes, and some up tempo swing/Lindy hop/jitterbug music. It turned out that we could both dance to this music. Then, our dinners arrived. Yvette got a lobster bib and a bowl of clarified butter for dipping and dredging her lobster pieces. I couldn't believe it when Yvette polished off her entire lobster. We ordered Cherries Jubilee for 2 for dessert. When it was ready, a bowl of 3 scoops of vanilla ice cream was set in the center of our banquette. A waiter brought out the cherries, flambéed them at our table and poured the brandy/cherry mixture over the ice cream. The hot cherries, of course, melted some of the ice cream. Though some of our spoonfuls were quite hot, and had to be blown on, the dessert was delicious, and we finished all of the cherries and most of the ice cream. We told our waiter that we were going to dance for a little while, but would be back for coffee.

We made our way downstairs and joined the throng of people on the dance floor. The 1st few songs, by the band/combo, were swing type songs and we jumped right in. I twirled Yvette a lot and she and I went back and forth ducking under each other's arms. During the 3rd song, I held Yvette under her arms, picked her up and swung her onto my right hip. She kicked her feet in the air, and I swung her over my left hip and back. Finally, I picked her up and let her slide between my legs. I pulled her back out, raised her high inn the air and set her back on her feet. By then, we had a ring of clapping cheering spectators, who had stopped dancing and formed a circle around us. Fortunately, the next song was slow and one I knew. It was a version of Frank Sinatra's "I'll Never Smile Again" as played by the Tommy Dorsey Orchestra, and backed by The Pied Pipers around 1940. At first I had my hands on Yvette's waist, and her hands were on my shoulders. Quickly, Yvette's arms locked around my neck, and my arms clamped around her back, and drew her tightly against my body. She whispered those magic words in my ear, "MAKE ME COME!" I switched her internal egg vibrator on high, and we began making out. Our making out extended well into the next song, and I fully expected some asshole to shout, "GET A ROOM!" At last Yvette succumbed to the egg vibrator, really locked lips with me, and groaned out her muffled orgasm in my mouth. A number of people clapped, when we broke off our kiss. I suspect it was for the duration of our kiss, because the combo was so loud that no one could have heard the vibrator.

We danced a few more slow dances, without using the vibrator or making out and left the dance floor. We decided to go to the restrooms, which were at opposite ends of the dining room, under our balcony. Yvette and I met back at our table and had coffee, and discussed our dinner and dancing show. She was quite proud of coming in a busy posh restaurant on the dancefloor. We finished our coffee, the check came, and I left the cash to pay the bill, and added a generous tip, so that we would not have to wait for change. Going down the spiral staircase, Yvette was a little tipsy from her split of wine and the brandy in the Cherries Jubilee, and had to hang all over me. I gave my parking ticket to one of the parking attendants. We had to wait about 5 minutes for my car. One guy opened the passenger door for Yvette, while I walked around the Escalade, slipped the attendant a $10 bill, hopped in the idling car, and we were off. A few more comments were exchanged about our dinner and dancing, and the restaurant itself, before Yvette ordered, "MAKE ME COME!" After Yvette came down, she had a little proposition for me. She said that I could do anything that I wanted with her, if I finished by tying her legs spread over her head, like I had done before we left, and fucked her and ate her out. I pretended to mull it over for awhile and then agreed. During that interval, I decided what I would do with her and not have to take a Viagra pill. We were in my garage, with the door closed, and I got out of the car and helped Yvette out of the Escalade, and took her up to my bedroom.

I had Yvette take off all her jewelry and change her hairdo from the Chignon to a pony tail, while I got undressed and cleaned everything off the bed. When she was still dressed and ready, I tied her wrists behind her back palm-to-palm, and followed that by tying her elbows together. My slow tantalizing torture began, when I got my arms between her bound arms and her back, and crushed her to my chest. I kissed Yvette long and hard. I had tossed the egg vibrator's remote on the bed, when I undressed. I grabbed it and turned it up to high. I'd let Yvette come, while I held her tight and kissed her about her face, ears, neck and jaw line. I wanted her thong to get saturated, with her pussy juices. After she came, I turned off the RC vibe. Next, I rubbed and pinched and rolled her nipples through her dress and bra, just staring her in the eyes. I moved around behind her and felt her up pretty good, before unhooking and slowly unzipping her dress. I slowly peeled Her dress off and let it slither to the carpet. I had Yvette step out of her dress and heels and put them on a nearby chair. I pulled down her thong and removed the Kleenex and vibrator, and pulled her thong back up. As I fingered her pussy through her thong, I sucked her nipples through her pushup bra. It was too much for Yvette and she begged me to let her come. No such luck for Yvette this time. Instead, I pulled down her thong and helped her step out of it. When I held it up, it was so saturated with her pussy juices that they dripped off the flimsy cloth. I stuffed it in her mouth and let her suck on her own juices. Finally, I took off Yvette's strapless pushup bra, and she stood before me naked and bound. I couldn't resist playing with her gorgeous 39C tits, from both her front and back.

I had Yvette move to stand alongside the bottom of the bed. I tied her ankles, her legs above and below her knees and her upper thighs together. I stuck out my middle finger on my right hand, and spiraled it towards her pussy, so that she could not miss my intent. My fucking finger moved in and out of Yvette's hot box at a steady slow unfaltering rate. I intended to keep it up, until I got some response from Yvette, even if it took an hour or more. Eventually, she couldn't take it anymore and spewed out some garbled nonsense, but I couldn't understand a word of it, because she had her thong still in her mouth. I fished the thong out of her mouth and threw it on the floor. Then Yvette let me have it, with her best potty mouth, "GOD DAMN IT YOU FUCKING SON OF A BITCH, I CAN'T TAKE ANYMORE OF THIS AND I REALLY REALLY NEED TO COME NOW!" You'll note that there was not one conciliatory word in her tirade. Nevertheless, I had teased her twat, both over her thong and right there in the real flesh for an awful long time. My middle finger circled her clit once, and then I began rubbing that beautiful red engorged sensitive organ, intending to give her multiple orgasms. In all the moaning and screaming, I didn't know how many times Yvette came, but her legs were firmly tied together. I stopped rubbing her clit, when she either collapsed or when she lost her balance. and fell against me. I caught her and eased her down on her knees, which is where I wanted her next, anyway.

I waited maybe 5 minutes, and had Yvette suck me off, because she was right there bound in the perfect position. However, I didn't realize that she wasn't quite all back to Earth yet. She worked automatically, sucking my cock's head first and then licking my entire shaft. Slowly, she took me into her mouth, so that she could suck me good, and bob up and down on my now fully erect log. When she took me into her throat, I knew that she was dead serious about getting me to come, but she had forgotten one essential step inn the BJ process, and I would make her pay. For the present, I continually chided her to, "LICK MY COCK SOME MORE, SUCK ME HARDER, GO FASTER, and TAKE ME DEEPER!" I think that for the most part she ignored my commands, However, she had my cock deep in her throat and was sucking the life out of it. Only when I knew that I would shoot my wad did I hold her head and poured my seed down her throat. I decided to act first and tell her afterwards. I pivoted her around and made her kneel over the edge of the bed. I walloped her beautiful ass, until it was a glowing hot fiery red color. I told her, as I smacked her ass, that the spanking was for forgetting to lick and suck my balls. I rubbed my hands over her smarting ass, while I fucked her doggie-style. When we finished, I asked if she had enough and wanted to go to sleep. "Oh no you don't!" she argued, "You promised to tie my legs over my head and fuck me and eat my pussy." A promise is a promise and I had to do it, though it was by no means distasteful, I was really getting sleepy.


Day 2

I got Yvette to her feet and untied her legs. However, she wanted to leave her wrists tied palm-to-palm, and her elbows tied together. I took her soppy thong into the bathroom, washed it in a sink, squeezed it as dry as possible, and hung it up on the back of the door to dry overnight. When I returned to my bedroom, Yvette was already lying on the bed, with her legs up and spread, waiting for me to tie her down. I tied her ankles spread really wide apart to the upper corner posts of the bed. Even though I hadn't taken a Viagra pill, I thought that I could service her pussy satisfactorily, without complaint. I positioned myself on the bed and my cock skewered her gaping love hole. I fucked her as hard and fast and deep as I could, until I was nearly totally spent. Thankfully, Yvette was able to have several orgasms. Her leg's quad muscles were as tight as a snare drum. I spent a lot of time caressing and massaging those muscles, before licking and kissing her inner thighs from her knees, up to and including her perineum. By then, Yvette was moaning and keening, but uttered not a word or sound of begging. I did everything that I could think of to her pussy, including: licking, sucking, tongue fucking, pussy lip sucking and biting, and teasing and abusing her clit. When I finished devastating her pussy, she had come several times and was totally spent. I untied her and packed all my ropes and toys into my duffle bag.

Yvette packed her dinner clothes into her garment bag, and I hung up my dinner clothes or put them into the laundry hamper. We climbed into bed, pulled a sheet over our nude bodies and promptly fell asleep. I had put the alarm clock on my bedside table and set it for 6:00 AM. I was awakened only once in the middle of the night to find Yvette sucking my cock. When she had me hard, she climbed on top of me and guided my cock deep in her twat. Without either of us saying a word, she rode my cock, until we both came. I awoke a few minutes before the alarm clock was due to ring. So, I shut it off and headed for the bathroom. Yvette stirred, and I told her to go back to sleep, and that I'd be inn the bathroom for awhile. I did my 3Ss and took a Viagra pill. If you aren't familiar with the 3Ss, they stand for shit, shave and shower. When I finished, I put on my robe and fleece lined moccasins. Yvette was awake and watching me, but still in bed. I hung a robe, From Jennifer's closet, on the door and told Yvette she could use it, and that I was going downstairs to make us breakfast. I dropped the bondage duffle in the living room and headed into the kitchen. I made coffee and started fixing breakfast. Yvette joined me in the kitchen about 5 minutes later. It was clear that she hadn't time for a shower, but she probably at least peed, brushed her teeth, washed up and fixed her hair. Yvette stunned me, when she said she wanted to go out for lunch, and that she wanted me to take her to Sally's Bar & Grille in Highwood, Illinois. I said that she must have been talking to either Sally or Jennifer, and that we hadn't been there in about a year. I wasn't sure if they were even open anymore, or if they were open Sunday for lunch.

Yvette knew a lot more than I did. She said that Sally's was open and that she had a cousin who would be dancing topless there today. Furthermore, she wanted to go with her wrists cuffed behind her back, but DID NOT want too dance with any sailors. I agreed and said that I would call later to confirm show times. After Yvette finished her breakfast, she said that she had to use the bathroom. Maybe the lobster dinner, from last night, and all the cum from the numerous ass fuckings we gave her was ready to come out. I told her to come back downstairs naked and that we would play downstairs, until it was time to get ready to go. I cleaned up the breakfast dishes, put them in the dishwasher. In the living room, I took off my robe and moccasins, got out the ropes and toys I would need, and waited for Yvette. It wasn't too long a wait, when I sensed Yvette peeking around a corner at me and smiling. I guess that I was too pensive looking, but she was ready to play. She had showered, put her hair up in a ponytail and put on a little lipstick. I tied a single rope around the base of each of her breasts and laid her down on a rather small, 2' X 2-1/2', coffee table. Her arms were tied straight down the table legs in several places, and her head hung backwards over the edge. Her ass lay just at the bottom edge of the table. I tied her ankles and knees together. Another long rope was wrapped around her ankles, with the ends getting tied to the same legs that her arms were tied to. Her legs partially covered and mashed her big globular tits, while her pussy puckered and pouted for me at the other end of the coffee table. I knelt on the rug and had Yvette's pussy for brunch.

I took my time, spread her puffy pussy lips, with my fingers, and plunged my tongue deep into her honey pot, and tongue fucked her for at least 5 minutes. Keeping her pussy lips spread, with my fingers, I sorta worked backwards. I licked and kissed and sucked her perineum and the backs of both of her legs to the underside of her knees. I slowly worked my mouth back to her pussy and started sucking her pussy lips. Eventually, I started licking and sucking her clit. Her shrieking orgasm instantly brought her out of whatever early morning stupor she was still in. She asked me to do that last part again, and I did, adding a little clit nibbling to ensure that she would have a 2nd mammoth orgasm. I released her ankles, but left them and her knees tied together to dangle over the edge of the table. I moved to the other end of the small coffee table, knelt on the carpet and fed my nearly hard cock to her. Yvette sucked its head and licked its long shaft, until I was hard. This time she did not forget. She went back and licked and sucked my scrotum and individual testicles. Next, she sucked and bobbed up and down on my cock, until it was all the way in her throat. Because of the wooden edge of the table and the fact that I intended to fuck her mouth, I cradled her head and hammered her mouth, until I came. My cock was streaked with her lipstick.

Yvette's arms and legs were untied and released. I got her off the coffee table and stood her up. Out in the center of the living room, her wrists were tied up between her shoulder blades in a reverse double hammer-lock. I laid her out on the carpet and frog-tied her legs. Instantly, I was over her. I positioned myself so that I could play with her bound boobs, suck her nipples and otherwise play and torment them. I fucked her good right where she lay. Rummaging through my bondage duffle bag, I found a suitable big vibrator and shoved it up her twat on high and left Yvette on the floor, bound and frog-tied, and left her there. Walking to the mudroom, I got a large pool towel and spread it on the dining room table and moved some chairs out of the way. I was going to take a fewtowels out to the pool deck for later, but discovered that it was lightly sprinkling out. The big thermometer on the house's wall read 80 degrees, and since we would be naked and in the pool, it wouldn't make any difference, butt I left one folded towel on the concrete pool deck for kneeling. I left the rest of the towels in the mudroom for drying off. As I passed the refrigerator in the kitchen, I said to myself, "FUCK IT!" I raided the refrigerator and put the things that I would use on Yvette on the dining room table. So what if she saw what I was going to do to her next. I scampered upstairs to use a cellphone and called Sally" Bar & Grille. I found out that the topless dancers were performing until 1:00 PM.

Back in the living room, it appeared that Yvette was just coming down from her ??? vibe induced orgasm. I told Yvette about the topless dancers. Then, I pulled out the buzzing phallus, turned it off and put it away. I picked up Yvette, carried her into the dining room and laid her out on the towel on the table. It was our Cherries Jubilee dessert, that we had last night, that inspired me, but the idea came from Bill, who had done something similar to Jennifer many weeks ago. I splayed Yvette's frog-tied legs wide open. The Maraschino cherry jar was a little less than half full. I dumped the whole jar out on Yvette's lower belly and pubis mons. The juice ram all over her. I took the plump juicy cherries and packed them, one at a time, into her cunt. Not all the cherries would go in, so I ate the few leftovers. Next, I filled her pussy slit, with the Reddi-Whip aerosol whipped cream and drizzled the Hershey's chocolate syrup on top. I sat in a chair and dove right in. As I gobbled up the whipped cream and chocolate sauce, my face got covered with the messy goo. I had heard that the best way to extract the cherries from her vagina was to crush the cherries with my tongue and fish them out and eat them. That seemed to work quite well and I had extracted and ate about 1/2 of the cherries. All of a sudden, I cot the surprise of my life. I had squished a cherry and was working it out of Yvette's vagina, when she squirted! Two cherries shot into my mouth, along with a gush of her pussy juices. I had to get my fingers in there to fish out the remaining cherries, before eating all but the very last one, which I saved in my cheek.

Despite the fact that I had whipped cream and chocolate sauce all over my face, I sucked her pussy and licked her clit, until she got off. I moved to her head area. I gave Yvette a big open mouthed kiss and transferred the last cherry into her mouth. When she had eaten it, I made her lick my face as clean as she could get it. While I was standing over her, I took the Reddi Whip can and coated her luscious globular tied tits. This was followed by a generous coating of Hershey's chocolate syrup. I even coated her lips with the brown chocolate syrup. I took my time lapping up the whipped cream and chocolate sauce off of both her bound tits. When I got down to her bare flesh, I licked and sucked and bit and pulled her red engorged nipples, until she couldn't take anymore. I hopped off the dining room table and again made Yvette lick my face clean. I gave her a shot of whipped cream that filled her mouth, plus I painted her lips with more chocolate sauce. The towel that Yvette was lying on made it easy to pull her about the tabletop. The towel was pulled and arranged so that Yvette's head hung over the edge of the table and her head drooped backwards and hung downwards. I coated my dick with more chocolate sauce and fucked the Hell out of her mouth.

I untied Yvette's red globular knockers, and her frog-tied legs, and rolled her over on her beach towel. I slowly pulled the beach towel and Yvette over the edge of the coffee table, until her feet hit the floor. She was still bent over the dining room table and her legs were positioned wide apart. I entered her and fucked her from behind doggie-style. When she had recovered, I grabbed both her arms and marched her out of the dining room, through the kitchen and mud room, and out on the pool deck. It was still sprinkling but that didn't matter. When we reached the edge of the pool, I pushed her in. I jumped in right after her, and she surfaced sputtering and spurting pool water. My pool was about 2/3 the size of Yvette's, but it did have the plastic privacy webbing woven through the enclosing Cyclone fence. I dunked Yvette a few times and then lifted her up so that she could wrap her legs around my waist. While I held her close, with my arms around her back, she slid down my body, until her tight twat had completely engulfed my manly spear. I'm not sure if it could be determined who was more the aggressor, but we went at each other, churning the pool water, and coming as if we didn't have a care in the World. Eventually, my sense of the clock and the strain on my legs made me throw her off and back underwater. When Yvette came up, I grabbed one arm and pulled her towards the pool's built in stairway. I hauled her to her feet, up the 3 steps, and over to the wet folded pool towel, which I had set out about an hour earlier.

I made Yvette kneel on the towel, and she knew what was expected of her. Besides her wrists still being tied crossed up between her shoulder blades, my cock was shriveled and limp as a wet rag. I let her take her time and she worked on my dick, with her mouth and tongue slowly and methodically. She got her tongue under the end of my cock and put it in her mouth. Yvette sucked and licked me, until my member could pretty well support itself. Then she ducked down and attacked my balls. The licking and sucking down there brought my cock to its full turgidity. From that point on, Yvette used her magic tongue and mouth on me. When she started taking my cock deep into her throat, I was sorely tempted to grab her head and fuck her mouth, but I resisted and let her finish me off unimpeded. Somehow, it felt much better that way. I helped Yvette to her feet and we walked into the mud room out of the rain. I dried both of us off, at least to the point where we wouldn't drip water through the house. I wrapped (unprofessionally) a towel around her head and wet hair. I took Yvette upstairs to my bedroom and straight into the shower, after removing the towel from her head.

In the shower, I soaped up both of us. I really loved playing with her soapy slippery breasts and nipples. I rinsed myself off, plus Yvette's front. To sorta even things off, I backed Yvette against the shower wall, knelt and ate her pussy. I finished my shower and shampoo, and then untied Yvette and let her finish by herself. I climbed out of the shower, dried myself off, peed, and took a Viagra pill. Out in my bedroom, I got dressed in slacks, a polo shirt and tassel loafers. While Yvette finished in the bathroom, I went downstairs and cleaned up the mess on the dining room table. I left the empty maraschino cherry jar out on the counter, so that Jennifer would note that we were out. All the towels from the dining room, mud room and outdoors went in the mudroom's clothes hamper. Finally, I collected my bondage gear and toys, from the dining room and living room, and put it in my duffle bag and brought it upstairs. As Yvette cane out of the bathroom, I checked my wallet to be sure that I had enough money. Yvette grabbed her garment bag off Jennifer's closet door knob and laid her clothes out on the bed. She put on a plain no frills red bra and a matching red g-string. Yvette insisted that she wanted to wear the 3" RC egg vibrator. I dug it out of the duffle, and she knelt and bent over the bed. I pulled her g-string aside, inserted the egg, pack her pussy with Kleenex and put her back together. She wore a black buttoned short sleeved shirt, with mostly little red and yellow white petaled flowers all over it. I looked at it closely. It was a tailored shirt. None of the buttons were stretched, from her 39C tits, and the shirt hugged her body down past her waist. Finally, she shimmied into a pair of red denim short shorts and sandals. She left her long blonde wavy hair down, which was quite attractive, and wore fresh red lipstick and a little mascara.

While I was buckling the padded leather cuffs on her wrists behind her back, Yvette casually mentioned that we were going to her house, for the rest of the day, after we left Sally's Bar & Grille. I had to make some minor plan changes. I was glad that I took a Viagra, because I had no idea what Yvette planned for me. I called Jennifer on her cellphone and actually got her at Virginia's house and told her my plans. They were just getting ready to go out to lunch, but some where other than Sally's. I told her I loved her and would be home as soon as I could. I grabbed her garment bag, my duffle and helped the cuffed girl down the stairs. We stopped at our front hall closet, where I put on my unlined trenchcoat. Out in the garage, I draped Yvette's raincoat over her shoulders, buttoned and belted it, and got her safely buckled in the front passenger seat of my SUV. The drizzle and sprinkles would actually help cover up Yvette's cuffed situation, until we got to a table at Sally's.

We pulled into Sally's a little after12:00 noon. The entire outer façade of the building had been redone, and there was a new larger sign on the roof, which listed the restaurant's hours, as well as the hours for the topless dancers. I got Yvette out of my car and we went in. The inside of Sally's was pretty much remodeled, from what I remembered of it. Our banquette table had been removed. There were new booths for four people around the perimeter, and new tables were setip in the center of the room. The stage and dance poles seemed to be the same and the old Wurlitzer jukebox was still there, except the damce floor had been cordoned off, with velvet ropes and stanchions, like the velvet ropes in a movie theatre. The place was nearly full and a topless pole dancer was doing her stuff on the stage. We took one of the few remaining booths in the near right corner. I took our raincoats and hung them up on pegs attached to a pole along the aisle of our booth. Yvette slithered along the seat and up to the wall, and I sat next to her. I noticed that Sally herself was still behind the bar, but there seemed to be a new cook, plus a helper/dishwasher in the kitchen. The heavily tattooed Mr. Sally was no more. As soon as Yvette got settled, she reiterated that she did not want to dance with any sailors or anyone else, except me. I think that she noticed a table of 4 naval officers sitting at a table across the room. Two were males and two were females, but I assured her that they wouldn't bother us.

There were 2 waitresses, and eventually one brought us menus. The waitresses were clad in red halter tops, with "Sally's" emblazoned across their chests in white. They wore short black leather skirts and fishnet stockings. Yvette asked our waitress if she knew her cousin, Carole, and the waitress said yes. She told Yvette that she would be on next, and she would tell her that her cousin was there. We studied our all new expanded menus. The girl who was dancing on stage wasn't very good. Her face was marked with pimples, which I thought she might have covered up with makeup. She obviously had implants and her topless chest could have been a 42 or 44. Although music, with an easy beat, was piped in, the topless dancer did little more than grasp her pole, with her hands behind her back, and spin around sticking out her big boobs or hugging the pole and rubbing her pussy against the pole. Yvette suggested that I go up to the stage and tip her $5.00. As I approached the stage, I noticed that all her tips seemed to be $1;00 bills. She saw me coming and moved to the front edge of the stage. I slipped the fiver in the elastic of her g-string. Her eyes lit up, she smiled at me and blew me a kiss.

When our waitress came back for our order, we each decided to order the standard lunchtime faire. Our waitress never mentioned Yvette's cuffs. I ordered a half pitcher of beer, 2 glasses and a straw. Yvette ordered a 100% all beef hot dog, Curly fries (like the ones at Arby's), and a piece of carrot cake for dessert. I ordered the 100% 1/2 pound ground round steak hamburger, with cheddar cheese on top, the Curly fries and turtle cheesecake for dessert. I told our waitress that after Carole performed, we were going to dance a little, and then wanted coffee. The 1st girl skipped off the stage. Next, the PA announced "The Beautiful "Sheba." Yvette's cousin was using the stage name of Sheba. A gorgeous young red head walked onstage wearing a full length Oriental silk robe. She did a short striptease as she shed the robe to the beat of the piped in music. We saw a gorgeous C-cup girl, in her early 20s, wearing only a silvery g-string. As Carole/Sheba went into her routine, our food came. I poured our beer into the glasses, and dressed Yvette's hot dog, using the condiments already on our table. I had to feed Yvette and myself, plus keep an eye on the stage show. At least Yvette could sip her own beer through the straw. It seemed that Sheba obviously had some gymnastic training. Her arm and leg muscles were strong and very well toned. She had a number of "tricks" that demonstrated her prowess on the pole.

My favorite was when she shinnied way up the pole, using only her hands and arms, inverting her self upside down, grasping the pole only with her legs and ankles, and letting her body slide down the pole, with her arms straight out to the side. She did handstands and pushups against the pole. She, also, embraced the pole and humped herself against it. All of her moves were designed to please the crowd, and they cheered and tipped her a lot. As Sheba's act began to wind down, Yvette told me that I ought to go up and tip her $20.00, and be sure that I stuffed the bill right down her pussy. I approached the stage and Sheba presented the side of her g-string towards me, for her tip. I shook my head NO, pointed back to Yvette, and rotated a finger signaling her to face me. I stuffed that $20.00 bill right against her pussy, and felt a slick shaved pussy. When I pulled my hand out, it was wet from her pussy juices. Back at our table, Yvette and I finished our desserts, and Sheba finished her act to loud applause. My lunch was actually very good. Sally's had certainly made a concerted effort to serve better food.

I took Yvette over to the Wurlitzer jukebox and let her pick some songs to dance to. She rattled off letter/number combinations, corresponding to each song, and I pressed the buttons and fed the jukebox with $0.25 quarters. Her wrists were still bound behind her back and her egg vibrator was still buzzing away on low in her pussy. We moved inside the velvet ropes and onto the dance floor. The songs that Yvette chose were all slow, and I held her either by her waist, with my hands cupping her lovely ass, or with my hands and arms around her back. Whichever position I chose, her body was plastered against me. At the start of the 2nd record, Yvette whispered those magic words into my ear, "MAKE ME COME!" I simply stuck my hand into my pocket and turned her remote controlled vibrator up to high. My right hand held her body firmly against mine, and my left hand moved behind her neck. We started kissing and making out, and when she came; her groan was smothered by a big long open mouthed kiss. A few other couples were dancing to our music, including the 4 naval officers, who danced as couples. Later the 2 female naval officers danced and made out with each other. Two more times during our dancing, Yvette whispered, MAKE ME COME!" I had to stick my hands in my pocket and adjust my erect cock off to the side, because it was hard as a rock and beginning to be uncomfortable.

After 3 orgasms, Yvette said she had enough for now. We moved back to our booth and I signaled our waitress for our coffee. We both took it black. Carole/Sheba came over and sat with us for a little while. She thanked me for the $20.00 tip and said that it was the biggest tip she ever received. She was earning extra money for college. The cousins chatted for a while longer, but I tuned them out. Carole eventually said goodbye. I paid our bill, and left our waitress a good tip. I got us into our coats and walked Yvette out to my car. The rain had all but stopped. About a half hour later, we pulled into Yvette's driveway. I had her garage door remote, and opened the door, pulled in, and closed the door behind us. I still wasn't sure what to expect in Yvette's playroom. I got out of my car, walked around and helped Yvette out. Our raincoats were removed and hung on some vacant hooks. I put Yvette in the back seat and got in next to her. I undid my slacks and pulled them down, along with my underwear. I pulled her head down between my legs and told her to go down on me. After I was back together and all zipped up, I helped Yvette out of the back seat of my car. We went into the house, and I carried my duffle bag of goodies. . She led me through the house and down the stairs into the basement. The door to her infamous playroom was unlocked, I opened the door and we went inside. Yvette was adamant in showing me her toys and furnishings, even though she was still bound, and before we played any games Her playroom had to cover about half of her basement, with painted cement walls and carpeted floor. The first thing I noticed was a 10'-12' in diameter circular bed, covered in red Naugahyde, with numerous places, around the edge to tie someone down. To the left of the bed was a 3' X 12' rack like padded table, with 3 clear bell shaped plastic receptacles, each with a tube extending under the table and attached to a motor. Yvette explained that this device wasn't ready yet. The 3 clear cups were designed to create a vacuum, and suck the breasts and pussy into the clear plastic cones. However, they (Rob and she) wanted to alternate the sucked in parts, and they wanted to add some additional stimulation to those body parts. More work had to be done.

Next, were standing and kneeling pillories, which needed no explanation. They could be used for several different purposes. In the far left back corner of the basement playroom stood a sturdy wooden chair that reminded me of 'ole Sparky, Illinois's last surviving electric chair. Leather straps were everywhere to secure any victim. However, the most daunting thing was a large fat vibrating dildo that would fill the pussy of any female strapped in the chair. There were also 3 wires and clips, that were obviously meant to be attached to the nipples and clit. This device, as Yvette explained, was not ready yet, because the voltage for the shock was too strong, and a way needed to be devised to deliver alternate random shocks to the victim's body parts. To the right of the wooden chair, along the back wall was a St Andrews Cross, with all its straps and buckles. Next came a crucifix, which Yvette hadn't yet tried, because it was just installed. The upright was crafted from 4" X 6" stock, and the cross piece was made from 4" X 4" stock. All the pieces were sanded and had rounded corners. The upright timber was fastened to the cement floor, with a special 4" X 6" bracket. It and the 4" X 4" cross piece were attached to the wall. Yvette said that the crucifix had just been completed and she couldn't wait to try it out. Finally,over in the far right back corner of the room stood the notorious Sybian, which I knew all about from Jennifer's experience with the unbeatable monster 4-5 weeks ago.

Before we started to play and try out some of her toys, Yvette needed to have her cuffs removed and we had to strip naked. Our clothes were carefully folded and piled on the 10' - 12' circular bed. When she took out her 3" egg vibrator, she nestled it in the wet Kleenex that had packed her pussy, and set it on the bed. She 1st went to the standing pillory. She put her wrists and head through the yoke cutouts. I closed the yoke and fastened the catch on the side. Yvette adjusted her stance, with her legs spread wide apart. I thought that I was going to fuck her, but she surprised me by directing me to the suede flogger from the smaller cabinet mounted on the wall. She instructed me to whip her ass, back and legs to the shade of red that I normally do, when I spank her. I got the suede flogger out and took a few swings against my thighs. I quickly realized that I could do a lot of damage to Yvette's skin. After a number of practice whacks on myself, I had the right swing and force, which I thought would redden her up nicely. She barely made a sound, as I 1st whipped her ass, followed by her back and the back of her legs. There was no recovery period. Yvette said that it had been about 3 hours, since she had me inside her, and wanted me to fuck her long and slow. Looking around at the remaining equipment in the room, it seemed that this would be my only chance to screw her, because the rest of the equipment in the room was for a woman's pleasure. I did just that. The flogging had really turned her on, and my half hard prick slipped right into her vagina. When I grabbed her hips, and started moving in and out of her love box, I hardened up immediately. Despite all her moans and groans, I kept a steady pace as requested.

I took the time to lean over her back and squeeze and otherwise torment her titties. Those two 39C perfect breasts just hung down and begged for my hands to molest them, hanging down similar to her being in the strappado position. It was undoubtedly my last fucking of Yvette that day. We finally had one of our most beautiful and sensual climaxes together. I released Yvette from the standing pillory, and she immediately knelt on the padded platform of the kneeling pillory and let me close the yoke over her wrists and neck, and secure her in. The yoke was adjustable, in that the cushion lined neck hole could be tilted to the optimum angle. "Bring that monstrous cock of yours here, and fuck my mouth," was Yvette's next command. I let her lick and suck my cock, to harden me up, then lick and suck my whole scrotum and individual balls. When Yvette was satisfied with her work, she began taking me further and further into her mouth and throat, bobbing and sucking all the time. It was then that I took over, grabbed her head and fucked her mouth fast and hard. Not only did I shoot my load down her throat, but I almost filled her mouth, with my sticky gism. After I released Yvette from the kneeling pillory, she bounded over to her St. Andrews Cross. I buckled her in. There were 5 straps and buckles to secure each arm and leg in a spread-eagle position, plus a 3" belt around her waist. I saw the hole in the floor, which Jennifer had told me about. Yvette directed me to the tall narrow cabinet on the wall, where I would find 2 telescoping PVC rods and an assortment of 12" vibrators, each marked off in 1 inch increments. She told me to use the fattest of the vibrators; which had to be a full 3" in diameter. I assembled everything and had the head of the monster pussy reamer poised about 6" below her love tunnel.

I had to use 2 fingers, then 3 fingers, and finally 4 fingers to open up her cunt enough to accept the phallus. She told me to turn the vibrator on high and slowly push it up her vagina, until she had 9" inside her. She was so wound up and excited that I couldn't tell if this was the 1st time she had a man in her playroom or if she was excited about trying out her new crucifix, or impaling herself on the Sybian. I was amazed at how much she wiggled and moaned, and struggled at her bonds, but screamed at the top of her lungs, when her 1st orgasm consumed her body. After Yvette came down enough to speak,she ordered me to push the monster vibrator inside her up to the 10" mark. I did it slowly and never felt like I hit her cervix. The vibrator never stopped. I started kissing and making out with her, and feeling her up and sucking her nipples, which took my nymphomaniac through another orgasm. Finally, Yvette ordered me to rub her clit and take her mouth for her final orgasm. It seemed like it took forever unfastening all those straps and buckles, to free her from the cross, after I removed the gigantic vibrator and rods, and put them away in their cabinet on the back wall. Yvette immediately walked to the bed, picked up the 3" egg vibrator, and inserted it deep inside her love tunnel.

Yvette stepped onto the padded platform at the base of the crucifix, which was only about 6" off the floor, and made her about the same height as I was, in her bare feet. All 8 necessary pieces of rope were hanging on the wall, behind the crucifix. She stretched her arms out to the side and placed them along the underside of the 4" X 4" crosspiece timber. She instructed me to use 3 pieces of rope for each of her arms and lash them to the crosspiece timber. The rope was NOT the typical soft cotton rope that we use for our bondage sex games. Instead, it was a coarse 1" thick. I tightly wrapped a piece of that rope, 3 times around each of her wrists, forearms and up by her armpits, and tied them in the traditional square knot. Next, Yvette told me to tie her legs together, just above the knees, and tie her ankles together and then tie them to the upright post. With that completed, I wasn't sure what would happen next, except that I had the remote for the vibrator in her cunt. All of a sudden, Yvette let her body collapse and her knees were bent outward. She hung on the crucifix, supported only by the ropes that held her arms. I had a couple of flashbacks to my years at Catholic grammar school, where every classroom had a miniature Christ on the Cross statue hanging on the wall, and there was a life sized replication of this scene hanging in the Church.

Yvette was ready and she ordered me to turn her internal 3" egg vibrator on high and finish flogging her entire front, but I thought that she could use some additional accessories. I had my duffle at the ready. I ballgagged and blindfolded her first. Then I tied her beautiful 39C tits at their bases, and for my PIÉCE DE RESISTANCE, I put nipple clamps, of the rubber tipped pincer type, on her nipples. The 1st flogging that I had given her was already fading, but the delineation was still easily seen. I remotely turned the vibrator up to high, but my 1st blow, with the flogger, to her legs, surprised her. I worked on her legs first, while Yvette swayed her bound knees from side to side. I easily got the sides and front of her legs, but I could not get the areas between her bound legs, until I got up to that anatomical gap between her legs up to her pussy. I worked my way over her hips and pubis mons. When it was time to flog her pussy, I used upward strokes of the flogger, and got her good in that little gap between her legs, as well as numerous blows directly on her pussy. Yvette was straining and arching her back and seemed to thrust her bound body into the strikes on her pussy. I whipped her over her belly and up her sides, avoiding her tits for now. Those nipple clamps on the tips of her balloon shaped breasts were inviting targets. It took me 5 blows to knock the nipple clamps off her tits and make them go flying. I finished flogging her bulbous breast, upper chest and shoulders, right up to her neck.

I had no idea how many times Yvette came, but I was finished and put the flogger away in one of the cabinets on the wall. I removed Yvette's ballgag and blindfold, and then began untying her bonds. First, her arms were released, followed by her knees and ankles. Before I untied her breasts, Yvette leapt off her platform, locked her arms around my neck, and kissed me passionately, with lots of tongue. "That was fantastic," she exclaimed, "I never ever imagined that it was going to be that great!" I supported her by holding her sides, and Yvette kissed her way down my body, until she was kneeling poised to suck me off. I'm certain that this was not part of her script, but rather a genuine emotional response from her flogging experience. With one hand, she cradled and fondled my balls, while with her other hand grabbed what there was of my cock and began licking and sucking my rapidly hardening cock. Soon, I was as hard as I was going to get, and Yvette took me deep into her throat. I let her do what she wanted. She had me and I let her take me. Four or five forays, with my cock being sucked down her throat, did me in and I exploded with a long built up load of cum down her throat. The Sybian was the next thing on Yvette's agenda, but first I had to untie her bound reddening breasts and remove the 3" egg vibrator, that still had been buzzing away in her pussy.

Yvette was totally free of any bonds, and she led me over to the Sybian in the corner. The machine was already setup with the 7" phallus and the clit tickler mounted in place. Yvette mounted the machine and settled herself onto the 7" pussy ravaging aftificial cock. I buckled a 3" strap over her hips and buckled her feet into the stirrups of the saddle. Finally I pulled her wrists behind the backrest and placed them in padded leather cuffs. The backrest was canted forward, so that her clit contacted the clit tickler attachment. Yvette said that she could go about 30 minutes at half speed. So, without a ballgag, I cranked the dial up to 50% and left her. I took the 30 minutes to get dressed and gather up all of my stuff, from anywhere in the house, and pack it in my duffle or simply carry it into her garage and put it in my car. I went back downstairs to check back on Yvette. I sat on the circular bed for 10-15 minutes and determined that she wasn't going to pass out. In fact, she was having a lot of fun screaming and coming at somewhat regular intervals.

Next, I went back upstairs into Yvette's bathroom and checked out the medicine cabinet. I was looking for Tylenol, but found her prescription for Ambien. The instructions said to take 1 or 2 capsules at bedtime. This would be perfect. I took the Ambien bottle, a glass of water and a damp washrag back down stairs. Yvette was still screaming and squirming and coming. I watched her for the remaining 5 minutes on her timer, but instead of turning the monster Sybian off I cranked it up to about 75% speed and watched her closely. Jennifer had gotten the Sybian treatment from the last time she was there. The least I could do was to overload Yvette's pussy, until she passed out. I, again sat on the circular bed watching her closely. She started coming almost constantly. She was screaming and fighting the 7" intruding cunt ravaging phallus, which she could not possibly escape. It took about 15 minutes for her head to slump, and for her to pass out. I rushed to her side, turned off the Sybian's motor, and place the damp washcloth on her forehead. Yvette came to almost immediately, but was still out of it. I slipped one Ambien capsule in her mouth, and she gulped about 1/2 a glass of water. I released her from the Sybian's bonds and helped her climb off the Sybian and stagger over to the circular bed, where we sat for 5-10 minutes, while she sipped the remainder of the glass of water, while I continued to hold the washcloth against her forehead. She leaned on me as I helped a groggy Yvette climb the stairs.

At the top of the stairs, Yvette collapsed against me. I picked her up and carried her to her bedroom and put her to bed. I pulled up a sheet to cover her, and softly kissed her all about the face. Did the Ambien take effect that quickly, or was she still totally out of it. Whatever the answer, Yvette was sound asleep in 5 minutes. I left her, left a note for Rob in the kitchen, and got in my car and drove home.


Rob's Abduction

Hi, this is Jennifer. It was Saturday morning and the day that our husbands, Dan, Bill and Stan, were going to abduct Yvette and take her to our secluded woods for a day of play. The men had left about a half hour earlier. The wives, Sally, Virginia and myself were going to abduct Rob, Yvette's husband and play with him all day. Sally stopped by and picked me up. Then we drove over and picked up Virginia, and went around the block and parked in front of our victim's house. Sally and Nary each grabbed their small equipment duffels, but I saw Dan coming out of the house carrying a garment bag. We stopped to chat in the driveway. Apparently things were not going according to schedule. Dan tol me that Yvette had already claimed him for the night and tomorrow, which was stunning news. I unzipped the garment bag, which was obviously Yvette's, She had packed a little black dress, a shirt and short shorts, and shoes and other stuff at the bottom. I had speculated that Dan would be taking her out at least twice. Dan arranged the cars and he told me that the action was out back by the pool. As I went through the house, I passed Bill and Stan taking a bound Yvette out to Dan's car. I emerged in the pool area to find a naked Rob, tied spread eagle to the pool's Cyclone fence, and Virginia was kneeling on a towel sucking him off, with her clothes still on. Sally had stripped and was waiting her turn. I didn't hesitate and peeled my clothes off in the enclosed private pool area. Our only concern was to keep the noise down, so that we didn't disturb the neighbors. I was looking forward to having a little sausage for a late breakfast. Though Rob's cock was about 7 -1/2" long, a full inch shorter than my Dan's, it was thick and chubby and reminded me of a sausage.

By the time Virginia and Sally had finished, they hadn't left me much to work with, except a wilting prick. It was like starting from scratch. I did my best and took my time. I licked Rob's balls and scrotum, before I started taking him in my mouth. Meanwhile, I used my fingers of one hand to play a kind of pocket pool, with his balls. I squeezed them, moved them around within their sac, and even was able to twist them around more than 180 degrees. As his balls and scrotum began to shrivel and contract, Rob's cock was fully hard and stiff in my mouth. From that point on, it was an easy task to dispatch him and make him come down my throat. Virginia had gotton undressed, while I sucked Rob off. We released Rob from his spread-eagle tie, and promptly re-tied his wrists behind his back. Then, after removing his slippers, all three of us pushed him into the pool. The water wasn't all that deep and rob could easily stand. The 3 of us jumped right in after him. We splashed him for awhile and then dunked Rob a few times. Finally, we dragged him to the end of the pool, where Sally had gotten up on the pool deck and lay on her back, with her legs splayed open and invitingly in the air. Virginia and I guided Rob's head and mouth right against Sally's pussy, and held him there, until he satisfactorily and thoroughly ate out Sally's pussy. We switched around twice more. First Virginia got eaten out, and then I took my turn to get a long wet pussy licking.

We dragged Rob out of the pool, dried him and ourselves off, and took him down to Yvette's playroom. The room had several additions since I was last there. Sally had never been there before. Virginia gave us the quick tour. Besides the 12' circular red bed, there was the rack, the standing and kneeling pillories, a wooden torture chair, St. Andrew's Cross, a crucifix and the infamous Sybian. Virginia had the cock-ball-tortore ropes and devices. She wrapped a rope 3 times around Rob's balls and prick, and knotted it on top of the base of his penis, after she used her mouth to stiffen him up. Why do I always get picked on? Virginia tied my wrists behind my back. Virginia and Sally fastened my neck into the yoke of the standing pillory, while my hands remained helplessly bound behind my back. Virginia took the suede flogger out of the cabinet on the wall. She flogged my sorry ass, but only for a short while, I think as an example for Rob. I was totally turned on, when Sally guided Rob's stiffy into my dripping love hole. Virginia flogged Rob's ass to make him fuck me. The rope around his cock and balls prevented him from actually ejaculating, and because of the rope, Rob could not go as deeply inside me as I would have wanted. I felt Rob's cock twitching inside me, but no cum came out. Virginia kept flogging Rob's butt, until she heard me come.

I was released from the standing pillory's yoke and my wrists remained tied behind my back. Sally and Virginia forced me down on the kneeling pillory and locked my head in the yoke's opening, and I knelt there and waited and watched. Virginia tied Sally's wrists behind her back, put her head in the standing pillory's yoke, got flogged by Virginia, and then fucked doggie-style by Rob, while he got flogged by Virginia. When Sally was untied, she wasted no time in turning the tables on Virginia. When it was all over, all 3 of us had had a reddened flogged ass and had been fucked. Rob wound up with pretty red butt cheeks and plenty frustrated. I and Sally and Virginia rotated in the kneeling pillory and sucked Rob's cock. I remained bound, but the other 2 girls were not bound and simply had their arms and neck locked in the kneeling pillory's yoke. The girls made sure that Rob's cock was well down my throat, but I could only suck a few drops of pre-cum out of him. When Sally and Virginia took their turns, I don't think they did any better than I did, which was the idea behind the cock and balls rope. The remaining problem was that Rob had all this backed up cum, which needed to be expelled. Guess who was chosen? I was still tied up and kneeling on the carpeted floor. Virginia untied the rope that tied Rob's balls and cock. I started sucking him off, and Rob came almost immediately, unloading about 1/2 his cum into my mouth. Later, with Rob's cock deep in my throat, he unloaded the rest of his cum down my throat. We moved out of Yvette's playroom and went back to the pool area.

Virginia's house and pool were situated about 100' directly behind Yvette's house. Virginia and Sally wrapped towels around their bodies and tucked them, in between their breasts. Since Rob and I were still tied, Virginia covered me up like herself, and Sally put a towel around Rob's waist. We scampered across Yvette's lawn, through the gate and across Virginia's lawn into the enclosed pool area. The towels were immediately removed. Virginia untied my wrists and turned around and bound Sally. Virginia stretched a latex cock ring over Rob's dick and seated it at the base of his prick. The 3 of us took turns kneeling on a towel and sucking him off. When it was my turn, Rob's cock was twitching almost constantly, but no cum came out. Next, Virginia and I pushed Rob into the pool. We weren't going to play with him in the water, but did want him all wet and slippery. We fished him out of the water and promptly lashed him down to the end of the diving board. The diving board was just wide enough for us to straddle his important parts and be able to stay on the diving board. Virginia showed me the slightly off color spot on the cock ring that could be squeezed to turm on the cock ring's built in mini- vibrator.

We let the bound Sally go 1st, and she needed help in mounting Rob and sliding his pecker into her love hole. I steadied Sally, as she played cowgirl and rode Rob's cock like she was on a bucking bronco. When Sally came, I helped her crawl forward, om her knees, until her pussy was right over Rob's mouth. I hopped on the diving board, straddled Rob's cock, and settled down on his dick. I found the cock ring's vibrator most stimulating and enjoyable. I did hold one of Sally's arms while I had my bronco ride, but I found that if I pressed my clit against the vibrating cock ring, I would have a much more satisfactory orgasm. When Sally had her climax, she was able to climb off the end of the diving board on her own. She knelt on a towel. I think that she knew that it soon would be her turn. Meanwhile, I had a spectacular penis ring vibrator induced orgasm, and moved that Virginia was right behind me, playing cowgirl on Rob's cock. He did everything he could to my pussy, but when he nibbled on my clit, that sent me spiraling into kingdom come. Virginia looked quite happy and fulfilled, after she finished with Rob. Virginia and I released Rob from the diving board and re-tied his hands behind his back. Sally was waiting, and dutifully sucked Rob off, and swallowed all his built up cum in 2 loads.

I wrapped a towel around Sally and tucked it in between her breasts. Virginia wrapped a towel around Rob's waist, and tucked it in. We were through here and were going back to Yvette's. We walked back across the lawn, through the gate and started across the lawn to Yvette's pool, when I gave a little tug on Sally's towel. The covering flittered to the ground, I snatched it up, but Sally had to sprint the last 25' in the nude to get inside the pool enclosure. That was just a little get back inn our ongoing battle of pranks. I immediately untied the blushing Sally. We were going to take Rob over to Sally's house for a little more play and then some lunch. The 3 girls got dressed. I found Rob's old sneakers in his upstairs closet, brought them downstairs to the bottom of the steps, where the bound and naked Rob was waiting, and put them on his feet. Meanwhile, Sally pulled her SUV into the garage and closed the garage door. Virginia had packed up our equipment and toys in a duffle and found Rob's lightweight raincoat, and loaded it all into the back seat of Sally's car. We loaded Rob into the back of Sally's SUV and tied his ankles together. We drove our cargo into Sally's garage and closed the garage door. Rob's ankles were untied and we got him out of the back of the car. Sally stopped momentarily in the kitchen to turn a big pot of soup on the stove to simmer. We took Rob down to Sally's basement, where all those posts and beams and joists were available for tying anyone in almost any position.

I untied Rob's wrists, and the 3 of us tied him in a spread-eagle between 2 upright wooden posts spaced about 12' apart. We had one more new cock toy, which had never been used before, but 1st we undressed again.. Virginia took a double cock ring out of its container. She knelt and sucked Rob's cock, until it was hard and stiff, She stretched the 1st latex ring over his erect penis and seated it at the cock's base. The 2nd ring, which was attached to the 1st by a molded piece of latex, was stretched over Rob's balls and snapped into position. This cock ring had no built in vibrator. We took turns kneeling and sucking Rob off, but I got nothing out of it, and of course Rob couldn't come. Next, we stood in front of him and forced his cock into our twats. I could fuck him and have a pretty good orgasm, but hard as Rob tried, he, of course couldn't come. Sally and I left Virginia with Rob for his last fucking, while we went up to the kitchen to work om getting lunch ready. I told Virginia that when she finished with Rob to untie him and bring him upstairs, with the cock rings still on.

While Sally and I set the kitchen table and got lunch ready, Sally suggested that we skip using anymore cock rings on Rob, because we were hardly getting any fun out of it. Virginia finally came upstairs with Rob, still wearing the double cock ring. Virginia untied his wrists and sat down next to him at the kitchen table. Sally and I sat opposite them. We had a delicious vegetable beef soup, all homemade, and none of the Campbell's Soup junk, with hard rolls, heated in the microwave, and plenty of butter. There was a fresh fruit compote, which contained sliced strawberries,, peaches, blueberries and bananas, in their own juices. Everyone had 2nds on the soup. For dessert, we have freshly made coconut cream pie. During dessert, Virginia straddled Rob's erect cock and eased down on his erect cock, and fed him his pie. We made Rob swallow a 1/2 Viagra pill, and I talked with Dan on our cellphones. He was just checking ing to see how it was going, and suggested that we arrive at the woods between 4:00 -5:00 PM. While Sally and I cleaned up the lunch dishes and put the food away, Virginia took off Rob's cock rings, got down on her knees on the kitchen floor, and sucked Rob off, relieving him of his backed up come. We gave Rob 15 minutes to use the bathroom in the hallway, while the 3 of us went downstairs and got dressed. Sally and I filled Virginia in on our new plan for the afternoon at my house.

We met Rob in the hallway, after he finished in the bathroom. His wrists were again tied behind his back. Sally got Rob's lightweight trenchcoat out of the front hall closet. It was draped over his shoulders, buttoned and belted. Virginia and I walked Rob out the front door and down the public sidewalk, 3 houses to my house. Sally drove her SUV, and parked in my garage, behind a closed door. Inside the front hall, I took Rob's trenchcoat off and hung it in the nearby closet. We took Rob upstairs to my bedroom, took off his tennis shoes, and tied him to my bed. His wrists were tied overhead, to the bed's headboard, and his ankles were tied about a foot apart, to the bottom of the bed. All the girls stripped, and since it was my idea, I climbed on the bed. I used my hands and fingers to harden up his dick. Then, I climbed on his cock, and we bucked and fucked, until we each had fabulous orgasms. It was so nice getting screwed, without having to worry about hitting a c-b-t rope or cock ring, and really being full. When we finished, I scooted off him and moved forward, to sit on his belly, leaving a streaky deposit of his cum as I moved. Sitting on his belly, I contracted my vaginal muscles, until I felt more cum leaking from my pussy. I leaned over and kissed and made out with Rob, before getting off of him. Sally climbed on the bed and repeated what I had done, and Virginia tied my wrists behind my back and Amade me kneel on the carpet and wait. When Sally finished, Virginia tied her wrists behind her back, and made her kneel next to me. Virginia repeated the procedure on Rob, and when she had finished, Rob was a cum covered mess.

Virginia freed Rob from being tied to the bed, but tied his wrists behind his back for the umpteenth time. Rob was on his feet and presented himself to me to suck him off. Sally was called upon to suck Rob off next. Finally, Virginia really had to work, even with free hands, to get Rob off. It was an amazing feat for Rob to get fucked and sucked off 6 times in a row without a break. We stood up and spread our legs, and Rob knelt down. Rob took his sweet old time and ate all 3 of our pussies, going back and doing each one of us a 2nd time. It was getting to be time to start thinking about getting Rob to the woods. Because Rob did just a great job on us, we decided that we would let him decide the order that he wanted to shower with us. We all badly needed a shower, and the shower would only accommodate 2 people at once. Rob was freed and he hauled me into the shower with him. After getting soaped up, groped and felt up everywhere, he rinsed me off and called next for Sally. She and Virginia were waiting outside the shower. Virginia untied ne, and I immediately tied her wrists behind her back, for her shower. I dried myself off; blow dried my hair, put it up in a high ponytail, and completed my other feminine functions.. When I finished, I went back into my bedroom to get dressed. Sally got taken into the shower, and the bound Virginia sat on a toilet seat waiting her turn. Eventually Sally was ejected from the shower and Virginia was pulled in. Sally had to call to me in order to untie her so that she could dry herself off and complete her other female ablusions. While Sally was in the shower with Rob, she gave out a blood curdling orgasmic scream of ecstasy, indicating that she got a little more than Sally or I in the shower. Eventually all 3 of us girls were presentable and ready to leave. Rob was still naked, and we tied his wrists behind his back and put his tennis shoes back on. We took Rob downstairs and out into the garage. I threw his trenchcoat in the backseat of the car.

Before we loaded Rob into the car, Sally tied a tight thin twine around his cock and balls. We loaded Rob into the back end of Sally's SUV and tied his ankles together. Then we were off. About 10 minutes after we departed, I called Dan on my cellphone and told him that we would be there in 15-20 minutes. Dan told me to take the first road in and we would see them. When we stopped opposite the infamous large bondage fuck tree, we saw Yvette firmly bound to the tree, with all kinds of sexual adornments on her body. We got Rob out of the back of the SUV and untied his ankles. Without taking her clothes off, Virginia knelt in front of Yvette and ate her pussy. Sally went next, and while Sally was licking Yvette's pussy, Dan came up to me and asked if our group had made any plans for that night and tomorrow. I just told Dan that they would play with Rob in the woods for awhile, and then go to Bill's, and see what developed. I took my turn eating out Yvette, and then the girls made Rob kneel and and lick his wife to orgasm. We took Rob into camp #1, where the stakes were pounded into a patch of lush green grass. We tied him down spread-eagle. As the girls were undressing. Dan, Bill and Stan came by carrying their equipment and leading a bound Yvette towards Dan's SUV on the next road over. I watched as Dan put a raincoat on Yvette and buckled her in the front seat. Bill and Stan climbed into the back seat, and with a beep of the horn, they were off, and Dan had a 24 hour rendezvous with Yvette.