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Thank you for your consideration. ------------------------------------------------------ The Climbing Hut : Part 3 (Mdom/MF, MM, nc, hum, spank) by Tafod Arian (aled7@yahoo.com) The resolution of the story begun in Part's I and II : The author renews his acquaintance with Jonathan and carries out his plan to bring his young wife Jane under his influence *** Late in the afternoon sunshine I sat outside the chalet that I maintained in the woods outside Grindelwald and looked up at the great north face of the Eiger looming above with on the left the shattered treacherous peak of the Schreckhorn as I drank my whisky and considered the events of the last day or so (narrated in 'The Climbing Hut, Part 2'). True, I had not yet been successful in my attempt on the Schreckhorn but that could wait. I had been amply rewarded by my entertainment with Joanne and Penny and I was already planning to look them up in a few months next time I was in England. I still had unfinished business with Jonathan and Jane (see 'The Climbing Hut, Part I) but after my efforts of the last couple of days and interference by the weather delaying my return from the mountain, I only had one evening left. That should be sufficient. I already knew from previous observation that, as honeymooners, they tended to stay at home in the evenings so I could count on finding them there - if not, they would find me there when they eventually returned home!!! I finished my drink, entered my chalet and showered, preparing for the evening and night ahead. As usual, I dressed in loose slacks with no underwear, a black silk polo-necked sweater and suitable socks for my boots for the short walk through the woods to their chalet. It was now after seven pm - time to go. I took a last look in the mirror, and, satisfied with my preparations, locked my chalet and set off through the woods. Before approaching the honeymooner's chalet I stood in the shadow of the trees and watched. Sure enough, a light was on and, as they did not expect to be overlooked, the curtains had not been closed. I stood silently in the shadows and waited. After a few moments I saw Jonathan pass in front of the window and I smiled to myself. I had happy memories of playing with his sexy plump body on the mountain. He was dressed in a fairly tight tee-shirt and the little mounds of flesh and his chest that I remembered so well were sweetly outlined. I smiled to myself reminiscently. I continued to watch as he moved away from the window and I caught my first sight of Jane. I recognized her from the photograph that I had forced Jonathan to show me in the climbing hut. She was a trim, rather pretty brunette, in her very early twenties. She had medium length hair, just on her neck. Jonathan had, under pressure, described her figure to me but as she was wearing a thick loose sweater the details were not apparent from where I was standing. She was wearing tight ski-pants however, which outlined a full and promising young bottom. It was time to move so I quietly moved to the front door of the chalet and gently tried the door-knob. It was unlocked. Without hesitating I opened it, went quietly in to the small outer hall where I slipped off my boots and then opened the door and entered the main living room. The occupants turned and looked at me and just froze! Jane had sat down by the fire while I was crossing from the woods to the chalet and Jonathan was standing in the middle of the room by the table. He went as pale as a ghost when he saw me and began to visibly shake. Jane looked frightened and a little confused, looking from her young husband to me and back again. I smiled at the young couple. "Good evening, Jonathan," I said quietly, "aren't you going to introduce me to your lovely wife?" He looked at me in horror and fear and I realized that he had probably never known my name. "I am Mr. Evans, Jane" I said, "and I met your husband on the mountain last week, didn't he tell you?" She shook her head and looked at her husband who, if anything went even paler. I looked at Jonathan and smiled at the frightened young man. "That wasn't very nice, Jonathan," I said, "I think that Jane would be very interested in the night we spent together in the climbing hut, don't you?" "Please don't," he whispered wretchedly, " I beg you." Jane looked at her frightened husband in surprise as his words began to sink in. She was beginning to realize that something was not right and began to get up from her chair. "Stay where you are, Jane," I snapped brusquely, "and don't you move either Jonathan." Jane showed much more spirit than her husband ever had and got up from the chair, picking up a large ornamental poker from the fireplace as she did so. She stood by the chair threateningly holding her weapon, which clearly made her feel more confident. "I don't know who you are, you bastard," she said quickly and nervously, "but you can just get out of our chalet." I noted the nervous catch in her voice and knew that she was acting out of character. She had never threatened anyone and I doubted very much if she would be able to hit me with the poker. Still, she showed some spirit. "Time to put a stop to this," I thought. I moved over to Jonathan who was standing rigid watching me as a mongoose watches a snake. As I looked at Jane in the eyes I cupped her husband's balls in my hand. They both gasped, Jane with shock and Jonathan with fear, embarrassment and a little pain as I gently squeezed. I could feel Jonathan's rasping breath on my cheek as I felt him and, not altogether to my surprise I felt his prick beginning to stir. I smiled at him. "Just like old times Jonathan," I said. He looked at his wife and blushed a deep red. I looked at Jane. "Put the poker down, Jane," I said quietly. She looked at me defiantly and did not move. I squeezed just a little tighter and he gasped with pain. "If you don't put the poker down I am going to hurt your husband," I said conversationally. Jane looked at us a moment longer, looked into her husband's terrified eyes and with a gesture of disgust threw the poker into the fireplace. "Now sit down and be quiet," I ordered, and the young wife did as I asked and looked with confusion in her eyes at her husband, patently unable to protect her, with his balls in another man's hand. I drew out a chair from the table and sat down, pulling Jonathan on to my knee. If anything, he looked even more embarrassed. He could not look his wife in the eyes. I put my hand between his legs and began to fondle his prick and balls again as I looked into his wife's eyes and smiled at her. I slipped a hand round, under his armpit on to his tit and began to feel the soft mound I remembered with such pleasure. I enjoyed the feeling of his plump arse cheeks on my hard thighs as I looked at his horrified wife. As I felt her husband I thought that it was time to bring Jane into the picture. "I wonder why Jonathan didn't tell you that he met me at the climbing hut," I said with a smile. At first she seemed unable to talk, overcome by the feelings of watching her young husband of only a few days sitting on an other man's lap and being felt up before her eyes, without his protesting. I could smell Jonathan's sweat. "Please don't," he whispered wretchedly. I tilted his face towards me and kissed him on the lips, gently brushing his lips with my tongue. I heard the shocked gasp from Jane as she watched. I took my lips from her husband's soft mouth and looked at her. "It is time you realize how things are Jane," I said, "on the mountain I made use of your husband. I made him my bitch. I needed a woman and as there was only your husband handy, I used him and he enjoyed it, whatever he may say. However, I promised him that I would get to know you as well and that is why I am here. Your husband knows what I like and is willing to accommodate me, aren't you Jonathan?" He looked from his wife to me and blushed even deeper if that were possible. "Well?" I asked, "He can be so cruel, Jane," Jonathan whispered wretchedly, you just don't know." I looked at the blushing frightened husband on my lap and gave his balls another squeeze. He gasped with pain. You know what will happen to you both if you don't do exactly as I say, don't you?" He nodded helplessly. I kissed him again, this time slipping my tongue between his lips and taking possession of his mouth. I gave him a long slow, luxurious kiss, exploring his palate and gums at my leisure as I looked over his shoulder into the eyes of his horrified young wife. I released Jonathan's mouth and looked into his eyes. "I think that it is time I saw more of your lovely young bride," I said conversationally, "get me a drink and then go and strip her to her bra and panties for me. This time there was a simultaneous gasp of shock from both of them. I watched Jane's young body trembling with outrage and anger and I could feel her husband shaking with fear on my lap. I sighed, they still had a lot to learn. "I won't tell you again, Jonathan," I whispered with some menace. He sobbed and slid off my lap, went to a cupboard and brought me a stiff whisky. "Thank you darling," I smiled. He blushed furiously at the endearment and looked helplessly at me. I nodded towards Jane. "Just get on with it," I said. He walked over to his wife and she looked up at him with an unreadable expression in her eyes. "I am so sorry, darling," he said wretchedly to his young wife, "you don't know what he can be like." He reached for the hem of her sweater but she brushed his hands away, looking up at him with contempt beginning to dawn in her eyes. She rapidly drew the sweater over her head and looked at me defiantly. She was now wearing black tight ski-pants and a pale-blue tight tee shirt, which neatly outlined her pert breasts and showed the lace of her bra through the thin material. Her husband looked down at her miserably. I smiled across at them,"Now the pants and tee-shirt, Jane darling," I said. She looked at me with hate in her eyes and, raising her well-made young bottom from the chair, slipped off her ski-pants and drew the tee-shirt over her head, leaving her sitting in a pale blue very thin matching bra and panties set. The bra was a push-up half-cup bra which clearly defined her firm young breasts, thrusting them out and leaving the upper surfaces completely bare. Her panties were high-cut and flimsy drawn tightly and defining the fleshy outer lips of a well-made plump young cunt with a cute little floss of pubic hair evident under the material. "You look lovely, Jane darling," I said. She glared at me, too angry and humiliated to speak. "Come over here and sit on my lap." They both gasped and did not move. "Don't make me come and get you," I said with some menace. Jane looked at her husband with an unreadable expression in her eyes, got slowly to her feet and moved reluctantly towards me. I smiled at her as her husband watched us. I looked with pleasure at her firm trim young body barely concealed by the thin pale blue silk and let her see me running my eyes over her. She flushed. I reached for her hand to draw her onto my lap but with a sudden burst of spirit she lashed out and tried to scratch my face with her nails. I caught her swinging arm by the wrist and held her firmly and I heard Jonathan gasp. "You have just made a very big mistake, Jane darling," I said quietly as I looked up at the angry trembling woman, "I am going to have to teach you a lesson". Jane stood shaking in front of me her cute breasts trembling slightly, barely concealed by the flimsy bra and I saw with pleasure some tendrils of dark hair, which were escaping from under the high-cut hem of her very flimsy pale blue panties. I could smell the sweat of her fear and I could hear her young husband's harsh breathing in the quiet room. "I am going to thrash you Jane," I said casually, "so that you remember this for ever and so that you never make the mistake of defying me again. Jonathan knows by experience that I mean what I say." The virtually naked young brunette looked down angrily at me. "You can't do that!" she whispered, "you just can't." I just looked up at her and said nothing. Still holding her by the wrist I slowly took my leather belt off with one hand looking up all the time into her frightened eyes. I folded it in half in my hand making a convenient strap. "You can make this as hard for yourself as you like but you are going to be punished," I said. I looked over at her husband as he stood trembling by the fireplace. I beckoned him towards me with the strap and he reluctantly approached. I was still holding Jane by the wrist. I looked into Jonathan's frightened eyes. "Your wife has defied me Jonathan and you know exactly what I am capable of. Now pull your wife's panties down to her knees and get her ready to be punished." I said to hem. He looked helplessly into my eyes but saw that I was implacable. He gave a frustrated hopeless sob and looked at his young wife. "I'm so sorry darling," he whispered, "I can't help it. He is making me do it." She looked at her husband with increasing contempt in her eyes and then down at me with frustrated fury. I still held her by the wrist and I smiled into her hate- filled eyes as her young husband hooked his fingers in the thin elasticized waistband of her panties and pulled them slowly down her smooth tanned thighs to her knees, which I could see visibly trembling. I sensed that I had won as I saw defeat beginning to dawn in her eyes and I released her wrist. I looked up at her and waited, gently slapping the folded belt against the palm of my hand. She knew from my eyes that there was no escape. I took my time and let her stand in front of me with her panties round her knees while I leisurely looked over her fit young body. She was a very erotic sight and I decided to embarrass her further knowing that the more I broke her resistance now the less trouble I would have with her later... She had a long slender elegant neck arising from firm shapely shoulders which supported a really magnificent pair of breasts shown to their best advantage encased in the thin sexy pale blue silk bra through which the hard points of her nipples were very evident. She seemed to have rather large dark areolae, clearly visible through the thin nylon. Her chest narrowed to a slim waist before broadening to a pair of nice roomy hips and a cute little stomach, relatively flat, but with an appealing curviness. "Turn round slowly," I ordered, embarrassing her further in front of her frightened husband, and again she did as I asked without protest. I looked approvingly at the firm swelling of her plump bottom. She had a very well made arse and looking further I noted firm but not fat thighs and slender, shapely calves. Altogether she was very appealing indeed. When she was facing me again I looked up into her eyes. "Well?" I asked quietly. "I'm very sorry," she whispered, hate making her voice catch and certainly sounding less than sincere. "I know that it was wrong to try to scratch you. Please, please don't hurt me. Leave us both alone, we are on honeymoon and haven't done you any harm." I looked at her husband. "Please don't hurt her," he whispered, "we'll do anything you want, just don't hurt her." I smiled at him. "Do you remember how you were dressed in the climbing hut?" I asked him. He blushed and went pale. "Oh God!! No!" he whispered. "You know what I like, so while I attend to your wife - go and get changed. Stay in the bedroom till I call you. But when I call you come out at once and you know how you are to be dressed." He looked sickly at me and I saw Jane looking questioningly at him but he did not meet her eyes. He turned away and slowly and miserably made his way to the bedroom. I took Jane by the hand and drew her unwilling body to my side and pulled her down so that she lay over on my lap with her bare cunt against my stiffening prick and her breasts dangling in a delicious erotic curve. I enjoyed making her wait so I put the belt down on the table for a moment and began to feel her plump bottom squeezing and fondling the globes of her buttocks before moving to the crack between them. She gasped with outrage and wriggled a little on my lap before becoming aware of my stiffening prick against her bare cunt through the thin nylon of my slacks. I reached down with my other hand and began to feel her dangling tit, gently torturing the nipple through her bra until she gasped with pain. "Spread your thighs a little," I ordered, and she was now so terrified that she immediately complied. Interestingly she was excited despite herself as I found when I put my hand between her thighs from the back and felt her moistening cunt. I drew my hand back and, having lubricated a finger with the female moistness of her damp cunt I gently pushed it into the dimple of her arse. She gasped with shock wriggled again on my lap, her cunt agitating my stiff prick as I gently finger-fucked her arse while I squeezed her nipple. "Please don't," she whispered wretchedly, "that's so dirty, I've never done anything like that before." I just laughed and said to her quietly, "Listen to me Jane, and take notice," I said, "If you want to be able to sit down comfortably in the future then you better make no more mistakes. While I am here you do exactly as you are told, you do not struggle or defy me and you definitely do not try to scratch me. Now for your first lesson in obedience." I picked up the belt and began to thrash the trembling plump white arse spread out on my lap. I started relatively gently taking care not to land too many stokes in the same place and as her arse reddened I began to increase the force. At first she began to wriggle gasping with each stroke but I held her cunt firmly against my prick by pulling down on her nipple. Her arse began to be more clearly marked by the strokes of the leather belt and her gasps became wordless moans as I continued her punishment. I increased the force of my stroke more and she began to emit wordless screams as each blow landed. I varied my target, thrashing the tops of her slender thighs as well as her plump fiery arse. She was screaming loudly now and I felt a tell-tale warmth in my groin as her cunt moistened. Despite herself, and in spite of the pain, the thrashing was exciting her and she wriggled helplessly on my lap, desperately agitating her bare wet excited cunt against my prick. She gave a sudden loud cry and through all her pain came on my lap with a shattering orgasm. I stopped thrashing her and her screams subsided to a quiet but desperate sobbing. I let her lie for a moment trembling across my lap as the waves of her orgasm faded. I could feel the wetness on my slacks over my prick where she had come and I could smell her sweat. I gently stroked her red arse and slipped my finger up her again for a last quick finger-fuck of her tight little hole - then I withdrew my finger and gave her red arse cheek a sharp slap. She gasped in pain and shock. I let go of her nipple and pushed off my knee to the floor at my feet. She lay in front of me with splayed legs, the right leg out straight and the left bent at the knee. Her flimsy panties made a tight band down round her knees and her wet cunt gaped. Tears ran down her face as she sobbed, her eyes all puffed up. I looked down at Jane and smiled, "Did you enjoy that darling?" I asked maliciously. She shuddered. "You came anyway," I said with a smile. She blushed furiously. "I couldn't help it, you bastard!" she said breathlessly. I just looked at her and motioned for her to stand. She just looked dumbly up at me so I reached down and grasped her by the nipple and, standing pulled upwards on her tit. She gasped and, driven by the pain in her tit, scrambled inelegantly to get her legs underneath her as she struggled to her feet. I looked in to her eyes and smiled coldly. "You are going to have to start being a lot more polite if you want to avoid another spanking," I said as I sat down. I reached out and cupped her cunt, feeling the wetness against my palm. She gasped and I felt the wave of contraction as the muscles of her thighs and ass clenched against my intrusion. I hooked two fingers in her cunt and pulled her towards me. At first she resisted but then took two small steps towards me until she was standing by my knee, impaled on my fingers and looking down at me with hate in her pretty eyes. I could smell the perspiration from her reluctantly excited body. I rested my arm along the arm of the chair so that my fingers were extended at the level of her cunt with my index and middle fingers buried in her to the knuckle. "Fuck yourself on my fingers," I said quietly, and it was a measure of the control that I had achieved with such little effort that the young woman began reluctantly to move her hips backwards and forwards, pleasuring and shaming herself on my stiff outstretched fingers. I hooked my fingers up slightly so that at each movement the young brunette drew my fingers along the roof of her cunt and brushed her clit on my extended thumb. Her breathing began to quicken again and a blush began to spread from her cheeks to her shoulders as her movement on my fingers became more urgent. I could smell her perspiration and I saw a fine sheen on her forehead as she worked her hot tight little cunt on my fingers. Her thighs parted a little more as she strove, against her will but unable to control herself, to get my fingers deeper into her cunt. Her panties were a tight band just above her knees limiting her movement.. Suddenly her breathing became more ragged, her blush deepened and she gave a shuddering gasp as she came on my fingers. I supported her with my fingers in her cunt as she stood on shaking legs looking past me with unseeing eyes, lost in the moment, rivers of perspiration running down the cleavage between her firm prefect young breasts. Her breathing began to calm down and the light of recognition returned to her eyes. She looked down at me with a shudder. I smiled coldly up at her blushing, embarrassed, perspiring face. "I don't think that it is fair that you have cum twice and I haven't at all, Jane. I think that it would be nice if you sucked me off." She looked down at me in horror and glanced at the open bedroom door. "Please don't make me," she begged, "I have never even done that for my husband." I spite of this protestation I saw guilt in her eyes. I smiled knowingly up at her. "You have done it before though Jane, haven't you?" I said. She looked again at the bedroom door and looked helplessly at me. I smiled at her and lay back in the chair with my thighs apart. "Pull your panties up and just get on with it," I ordered. Jane pulled up her panties and I looked with pleasure as the damp nylon clung to and clearly defined her wet pouting slit. She looked into my eyes and knew that there was no escape. She bent over me and reached for the zipper of my slacks.. She drew down the zipper and gasped as my semi-erect prick emerged. She looked helplessly down into my eyes. I put my hands on her shoulders, looking down her cleavage, beaded by sweat and pushed her to her knees between my thighs, parting her thighs with my foot until they gaped widely. I looked down with pleasure at her pouting cunt neatly and clearly outlined by the now-transparent wet panties. "Just get on with it," I ordered. "Since you made me all sweaty by cumming on my lap as I spanked you it would be nice if you cleaned my prick and balls with your tongue" I said, " then when I am nice and clean again you can suck me off." "I couldn't" she whispered "it's so horrible and dirty. I've only ever done it once before." I laughed. "Just get on with it and shut up, Jane darling. I don't want to have to tell you again." She blushed at the endearment and slowly moved her head forward on to my hard thigh and began reluctantly and amateurishly to try to clean my prick and balls with her tongue. I looked down at her as my prick stiffened and rose towards her lips, which automatically parted. I put my hand on her dark hair and drew her forward so that I felt my prick being drawn into her hot soft young mouth and I looked at the sweet rosebud of her lips stretched around the shaft. In spite of her protestations I could tell that she had done this before. Mine was not the first prick she had sucked. Although not an expert she clearly had a very good idea what to do. She ran her tongue around the bottom rim of my knob head very delicately and began a slow rhythmical sucking, drawing my prick deep into her hot little mouth and combining it with a gentle stroking. It felt really great and I looked down at the now submissive young wife, her head moving backwards and forwards deliciously on my prick. I just lay and enjoyed the sensations as the talented young girl worked on my stiff prick. She may have been a beginner with not much experience but she was a natural. Tapped her on the head and she looked up into my eyes without pausing in sucking me off. "Don't stop until I tell you," I ordered her quietly, "or it will be the worse for you. I had positioned her so that while she was sucking me off she could see the door to the bedroom where I had sent her husband. I looked at the bedroom door. "All right, Jonathan, you can come out now," I said and I felt his young wife stiffen in shock as he reluctantly came through the door. She did not however dare to stop sucking me off and Jonathan looked in horror at his bride on her knees between my thighs her dark head bobbing backwards and forwards on my stiff prick. The young husband and wife looked at one another each recognizing the other's humiliation and misery. Jonathan watched his bride submissively sucking off a man who had thrashed her bare bottom till she came and who she had known less than an hour while his wife paused with her lips around my prick and looked in shock and horror at her husband. He was dressed in one of her short nightdresses and a pair of matching tight high-cut panties clearly outlining his prick and balls. The nightdress was a delicate silk yellow material and I knew that I had seen it before. He had worn it for me when we were in the climbing hut. I tapped Jane gently on the head and she obediently continued to suck me off, her dark head rhythmically bobbing. I motioned Jonathan towards me and he reluctantly approached. When he was standing by my chair I motioned to his legs and he parted his thighs. I cupped his balls and began to feel him through the thin nylon as I looked into his eyes. He rapidly became stiff under my fingers and I began to stroke his prick through the nylon. He blushed and gasped but did not dare pull away and I could feel his legs trembling. A combination of playing with the submissive husband and the active mouth of his young bride were proving too much for me. I could feel the warmth building in my balls and I put my hand on Jane's dark head holding her firmly so that she could not release my prick Jane sobbed on my prick and the warmth from my balls grew stronger. I wound my hand more firmly in her hair so that I was sure that she could not remove her mouth and looked down into her eyes, which looked back into mine. "Suck harder," I said harshly and she obeyed helplessly. I could feel the sperm being sucked out of my balls and I pulled her mouth on to my prick further pushing it about four inches in as I came in her mouth and blasted a load of hot cum against the back of her throat. She began to gag but I held her mouth on my prick relentlessly until she had been compelled to swallow it all. A thin white trickle ran down from the corner of her red lips on to her chin. She just looked up at me in mute horror as she knelt before me with my softening prick in her mouth. I could feel her husband's rigid body as I played with his prick and looked down at his humiliated bride. "That was lovely, Jane darling," I said, "Go and clean your teeth and then you can be making us some supper. When you are in the bedroom, stay dressed exactly as you are now, but put on a pair of shoes with the highest heels you have." Jane released my prick and rubbed her mouth as she got to her feet. She looked at me in horror as she went to the bathroom. I looked up at Jonathan. "Undress me," I ordered. He carefully pulled my sweater over my head and as I lifted my bottom from the chair removed my slacks. I was now naked and he looked with horrified fascination at the body he knew so well from his last experience. "I think that it is time we got to know one another again darling, " I said and smiled as he blushed furiously. I drew him down on to my knee and to my pleasure, in spite of all I had done to him he still behaved like a frightened horrified yet excited fascinated young virgin. I sat him on my lap as I had previously done on the mountain so that my stiff prick protruded between his plump thighs just below his balls. I put my arm round him under his armpit and began to renew my acquaintance with his cute little tits. "Suck my nipples Jonathan like you did before, do both alternately" I said casually. He looked at me with defeat in his eyes and put his mouth to my hairy nipple. "Suck me nicely" I ordered "using your lips, teeth and tongue, the way I taught you". I began to feel him begin to suck my nipple, using his teeth to tease it and his tongue on the areola. I let him get on with it and put my hand between his legs and began to fondle his prick and balls again. I lay back with one hand back on his tit and the other feeling his prick and balls while he unwillingly sucked my nipples, moving from one to the other. I began to feel waves of sensation from my nipples as he reluctantly sucked them. I enjoyed the feeling of his plump arse cheeks on my hard thighs as I looked down at my unwilling partner. I moved his head from my nipple and looked into his eyes. "Let's see if Jane has taught you how to kiss any better since we last met" I said. His eyes widened but without giving him time to protest, or even think I put one hand behind his head and pulled him to me. He gasped. I put my tongue to his lips and gently but insistently pressured him until, despite himself, his lips parted. I gave him a long deep kiss, sucking on his tongue and exploring his cheeks and gums with my demanding tongue. He sat trembling and blushing on my lap as I continued my long deep kiss, my hand cupping his balls. His prick was stiff against the silk of his panties. I moved my hand from his balls to his tits and began to fondle his plump breast mounds through his nightie occasionally twisting his nipples. He gasped into my mouth against the kiss. I moved my lips from his and looked into his blushing face. "Well, Jonathan" I said mockingly "your kissing has certainly improved. You must have been practicing". My fingers were getting sweaty from his balls so I moved my hand further back and slid a finger up the leg of his panties straight up his ass. He went rigid with shock. I just laughed and gave his ass a quick gentle finger-fuck as I continued feeling his plump tit through the nylon of his nightie. We both heard Jane return from the bathroom and heard her gasp as she watched me playing with her unwilling husband. I smiled at her. "Jonathan makes a very sexy girl don't you think Jane?" I asked, "you might do worse than keep him in panties from now on." At this Jonathan blushed even redder. I looked at Jane. "Get on and make some supper," I ordered, and, ignoring her turned back to her husband on my lap and moved his mouth back to my nipple. She looked wordlessly at us and watched for a moment as I felt her husband through the nylon over his plump little tit and gently stroked his prick. She watched a moment longer as he sucked my nipples. I smiled at her and she turned away and began to set out a nice cold supper. I took pleasure in watching her carrying out my orders without question while I played with her compliant reluctant young husband. Jane was an erotic sight just dressed in thin panties and matching bra through the sheer material of which her prominent erect nipples were clearly defined, a garter-belt and dark sheer stockings and the high heels that she had not dared to remove. Eventually the preparations for supper were completed and Jane stood looking at me. It was interesting that she appeared to be waiting for further instructions. I had not expected to break her resistance quite this quickly. I slid her husband off my knee on to the floor and stood up. I left him lying by the chair as I went to the table and took my place at its head. I looked at Jane. "You two won't be needing chairs," I said conversationally, "as you wont be having any supper. Get two cushions and put them in the middle of the floor where I can see them both." Wordlessly she complied and looked at me, waiting. I looked at the young couple and smiled. "I like a floor show while I eat, and you two are it. Kneel down on the cushions and spread your thighs. Kneel up straight with your heads erect and your hands behind your backs." I watched as they complied, looking with pleasure from one to the other. They were an attractive couple. Jane's firm young body glistened with the sweat of her previous physical exertions and emotional experiences. The pose I had put her in meant that her wet panties were drawn tightly across and into the pouting lips of her wet young cunt. The effect of her erect back caused her perfect breasts to be thrust out straining the material of her thin bra. Jonathan kneeled on his cushion in his wife's cute nightie, which reached just below the level of his navel. His widely-spread thighs drew the high-cut panties tightly across, outlining and defining, his balls. I was not surprised to see that his small prick was erect. The nightie was tight across his chest, defining his plump breast mounds clearly. His nipples were very evident as small protuberances through the thin material. I smiled at the frightened, uncomfortable submissive pair and looked at the table. Jane had set out a light but appetizing supper. There was a bottle of cold white wine some oysters and other mixed sea-food and a small cheese board with some rather nice cheeses and a selection of crackers, just what I needed. I poured myself a glass of wine and tasted it, running it around my mouth meditatively and allowing the bouquet to enter my nose. It was a rather fruity young wine, possibly too young, but certainly drinkable at the right temperature. As I drank I looked down at the young couple kneeling in the centre of their living room. "While I have my supper," I said quietly, "you two can play with yourselves. Jane, slip your fingers up the leg of your panties and start to finger-fuck your cunt with two fingers while with the other hand you play with your breasts. If you haven't cum by the time I have finished my supper you will get another spanking and it will be one you will not forget in a hurry." I watched her hurriedly slip her fingers into her panties and start to play with her cunt while her other hand reached up and began to manipulate her nipple. "Jonathan," I said, "you can start playing with your prick and balls. By the time I have finished my supper it will be the worse for you if you haven't cum in your panties." I watched his right hand go between his thighs, caress his balls through the tight nylon and move upwards to his little shaft, which he grasped through the nylon and began to toss himself off. I concentrated on my supper and watched the pretty pair with amusement. I could hear Jane's breathing becoming first uneven and then ragged as she worked her wet cunt. She squeezed her breast hard between her fingers and I saw the flesh redden from her exertions. I could see the tell-tale sheen of sweat on her brow as she began to pant. She threw her head back and looked up at the ceiling, swinging her head from side to side in time with the movements of her fingers. Her shortish hair swung like a curtain whipping against her flushed cheeks. She began to emit high-pitched squeaks in time with her thrusting fingers. Her movements became faster and faster until she was sawing her fingers rapidly in and out of her wet cunt. I could hear the wet noise as her fingers moved in her tight channel and the whole room smelled of sex. She suddenly came with a shuddering gasp and a louder squeak and relaxed, leaning forward with one hand on the floor and the other still up the leg of her panties with her fingers in her wet cunt. In this position, her breasts hung beautifully and I admired the sculptured curves of their upper surfaces. Her husband had been watching her and wanking as he watched and it was no surprise to me that the spreading stain of wet on his panties showed that he had cum as he watched his wife perform for me. I smiled at the pretty pair as they kneeled, thighs apart, on their cushions. They were too weak to sit upright for the moment and both had bent forward supporting themselves on their hands, Jane's shortish hair hanging forward lankly like a curtain concealing the upper part of her face.. I looked with pleasure at her : Her body shone with sweat after her efforts and the crotch of her panties was soaking wet and transparent, plastered to and outlining the prominent lips of her cunt. Her breasts, confined in the sexy nylon heaved as she tried to bring her breathing under control. Jonathan was leaning forward with both hands on the floor. The nightie was lying across his plump thighs concealing his panties but plastered to his upper body by the sweat of his mingled fear and excitement, outlining his cute little breast mounds. His nipples appeared to be erect. I let them recover as I finished my wine. Their breathing became more controlled and they began to move uneasily on their cushions. I could see them glancing at me. I decided that it was time to put on a little more pressure. "Sit up straight like you were before," I ordered, "You know the position by now." I was interested that all the fight appeared to have gone out of them. They both knelt erect on their cushions with their hands behind them, backs straight and their thighs spread. I looked with pleasure at Jane's outthrust firm young breasts and the way the nylon of her panties was drawn tightly across the prominent lips of her cunt. "I think that it is time for bed, don't you?" I asked casually. The honeymooners looked at each other and I saw Jonathan go paler. He had already had experience of what bed with me meant in the climbing hut. I looked at Jane. "Go and have a shower and wash your hair Jane darling, I said, "put on a sexy nightdress, short and without panties and wait for me in bed. She hesitated only a moment before pushing herself to her feet and heading for the door on weary legs. I let her almost leave the room before regaining her attention. "After you have showered Jane," I ordered, " I want you to shave your cunt. When I come to bed it is to be completely bare, do you understand?" She went red and then pale and I could see her trembling with both fear and anger. "You bastard," she got out finally, "I won't do it, I just won't do it and you can't make me." I smiled at her gently. "Do you remember the spanking I gave you less than an hour ago?" I asked her quietly, "Well, unless you do as you are told that is nothing to what I will do to your husband. I will thrash his fat arse with the buckle of my belt until it bleeds. When I come to bed you better be ready for me, showered and clean in a nice sexy nightdress with a cute bald girlie cunt. Now get out." She looked at me once more, then at her husband and left the room. In a moment we here the splash of water as the shower started. I looked at the trembling young husband still kneeling on his cushion with his thighs widely spread. "Pour me some coffee, Jonathan, I ordered and then get on with the washing up." He struggled to his feet and went to the table in the small kitchen area of the chalet and poured me some black coffee which he carefully carried across to me and put down beside me. I saw with amusement that he was keeping as far away from me as he could, hoping that I wouldn't notice. "Now get on with the washing up while I enjoy my coffee," I ordered. I watched him silently as Jonathan collected my used crockery and took them to the small sink unit across the chalet. He stood with his back to me looking out of the window into the darkness which pressed closely back against the window and listening to the sigh of the wind in the fir trees around the chalet. I finished my coffee, got up and moved quietly across the floor to stand immediately behind Jonathan. He saw my reflection in the window and gasped and stiffened but did not dare to move. I pressed my groin against his plump little bottom and felt him shudder. I smiled to myself and, leaning forward, kissed him gently on the back of his neck under his hair. He jumped with the shock of the unexpected contact. I put my hands on either side of him holding the sink so that he was trapped between my arms and I moved closer pushing him against the sink until I could feel the soft swell of his plump bottom against my groin and so that he could feel my stiff erect prick in the cleft of his buttocks. I kissed him again on the neck and gently licked his ear and chuckled as he shuddered. I could smell the faint sweat of his fear and, as always this turned me on more. Without touching him further but just caressing his buttocks with my groin I put my lips to his ear, which was red with embarrassment and shame. "I think that it is time we renewed our acquaintance, don't you Jonathan? I whispered quietly, "Have you missed my prick? "Please leave me alone," he whispered wretchedly. I kissed his neck again and smiled at him so that he could see me reflected in the dark window. I moved my hands from the sink to hold him by the waist just above his flesh hips, pressing him against the sink with my groin firmly pressed against his buttocks. "I am going to really enjoy myself with your wife as I promised you that I would" I said quietly, "but I am not going to leave you out. I am just going to remind you of what I gave you in the climbing hut so that you are in the mood for later." I heard him give a suppressed sob.. I moved my hands gently up from his waist until they were on his chest with the thumbs just brushing the lower edge of his cute plump little breast mounds. I could feel him shaking as I pressed my groin into his sexy full buttocks. I kissed him again on the neck and deliberately moved my hands up on to his chest squeezing his plump flesh through the nylon of his nightie and rubbing my thumb over his nipples. He groaned loudly. I began to deliberately play with his nipples until, despite himself I could feel them hardening under my palms and making distinct stiff little cones in the delicate fabric of the nightie. I already knew from past experience that he had very prominent sensitive nipples. They were now like little bullets in my palms. His trembling increased as I pressed my groin into his plump bottom and I began to smell the increasing smell of his reluctant horrified excitement. "Bend forward and stick your arse out," I ordered abruptly, tweaking his left nipple sharply. He gasped and complied without a struggle. I pressed my prick against the nylon of his pantie- covered arse as I leaned over him and he gasped with pain as I twisted his nipples. I flicked up the hem of his nightie so that it was lying across his back. I kicked his ankle and he got the message immediately, moving his feet apart with a sob so that his thighs were widely spread. I put my hand between his spread thighs and felt his balls. I was not surprised to find him erect. "Stick your arse out more," I said, and I felt it press more firmly into me. All this activity had kept me hard. I moistened my fingers in the cum and sweat around his balls and moved the nylon aside to give me better access to his arse which I smeared with his lubricant. I felt him sob and shudder as I slipped a finger deep up his arse and began a gentle finger fuck. I slightly bent my knees so that I was at the right angle and slipped my finger from his arse. I heard him give a sigh of relief but this was short- lived as, using my hands to spread his plump arse cheeks I slid my eight inch stiff thick prick straight up his wet clinging arse in one easy movement until I was buried in him up to the balls. He gasped loudly and burst into tears. His arse was just as I remembered it, beautifully moist and clinging. I just relaxed with my stiff prick hard up the frightened young husband, smelling his sweat as I reached under him and squeezed his erect nipples through the thin nylon of his nightie. I squeezed them just a little too firmly for him to be comfortable and he gasped with pain. I felt the internal muscles of his arse clasp my prick a little more firmly. I began to move in him at first gradually and then more quickly until I was shafting him with about three quarters of my prick. He began to gasp loudly, exhaling with each stroke of my stiff rod. I put my hands on his hips and pulled him harder against my prick, stopping moving in him for a moment as I whispered through his hair, moist with sweat, into his ear, "I am doing all the work here Jonathan, I am going to stay still and you press against the sink and fuck yourself with my prick". Nothing happened for a moment as he tried to understand what I meant. His senses seemed dulled by the predicament in which he found himself. I just slapped his arse hard, unexpectedly and warningly and he began to move backwards and forwards on my stiff prick fucking himself as I stood behind him playing with his plump bottom. "Do you like that, Jonathan?" I asked maliciously, "you enjoyed it in the climbing hut, haven't you missed it?" There was a long silence while he continued to move himself backwards and forwards on my cock, knowing better than to stop. "Well?" I asked. He made a great effort and controlled his tears taking a deep breath before he was able to answer me. "You know I hated it," he burst out, "I hated it then and I hate it now. You are forcing me to do it." I just laughed and began to fuck him with more purpose, pulling him on to my stiff prick by the grip I had on his hips. I began to feel the familiar warmth in my balls and I made no attempt to delay the ejaculation. I rammed my prick as far up his clinging arse as I could and shot a load of hot cum deep into him. He gave a loud groan as he felt my spasm and burst into almost hysterical tears again but didn't dare move as I stood with my softening prick buried up in his arse. I pulled my prick from the sweating young man and went and sat on a kitchen chair. "Get me a drink, something long and cold " I ordered. He staggered to the refrigerator on weak legs and brought me a glass of iced lemonade. I pointed at the floor in front of me and he dumbly knelt down with his hands behind his back, thighs spread looking at the floor. I moved forward on the chair so that my hips were just on the edge and spread my thighs. I saw him looking with fear in his eyes at my semi-erect prick. "Fucking your fat bottom has made my arse all sweaty" I said conversationally "just clean that with your tongue would you. You remember how you liked it on the mountain." I lay back, spread my thighs wider so that he had complete access to my hairy hole. With a sob he moved his head forward behind my balls and I felt him begin to lick my perineum, moving reluctantly towards my sweaty arse. I put my hand on his head and pulled him firmly between my thighs until I felt his lips on my arsehole. "Now Jonathan, just French kiss my hole, running your tongue around the rim and pushing your tongue as deeply up me as you can like you did before". He sobbed but complied and I relaxed back as he sucked and kissed my sweaty hole pushing his hot tongue deep inside me. He was crying quietly. The sensation was incredible as I looked down at the completely straight sexy young husband now dressed in a cute nylon nightie, on his knees between my spread thighs sucking, kissing firmly and deeply tonguing my sweaty arse. I lay back and watched him, enjoying the sensations that spread from my arse hole through my body. Eventually I patted him on the head. "That's fine, Jonathan, my hole is nice and clean now. Now you can suck me off to get me ready for Jane." He looked dumbly up at me. He began to cry quietly. "You know how to do this Jonathan," I said, "I taught you in the climbing hut so don't pretend that you have forgotten. Now just get on with it." He reached out and grasped the shaft of my semi-erect prick and brought his head reluctantly forward. I reached down and put my hand on his soft blonde hair pushing his mouth firmly on to my prick. "Toss me off gently into your mouth" I ordered "and suck my in time as you wank. Look at me while you are doing it and don't dare move your eyes from mine. Just keep on sucking me off until I tell you that you can stop. You know what I taught you, every so often, pause in sucking but keep on wanking. Draw your lips back so that only about an inch of my prick is in your mouth and run your soft tongue over the bottom rim of my knob head". He complied and a delicious wave of sensation flooded through me. "That's wonderful, Jonathan darling. You are a really good little cocksucker, just as good as I remembered." He continued tossing me off into his mouth and sucking me off with just the right degree of suction. He was doing such a good job that I could feel the pressure beginning to build again in my balls. I let him carry on sucking me off as the warmth built up but I did not want to cum again just yet so I put my hand on his forehead under his blonde hair and moved his head from my stiff prick. "That's fine Jonathan," I said, " you have got me nice and clean and stiff, just ready to fuck your lovely young bride." He reddened and then went pale. I looked down at him. "Open a bottle of white wine, then go and have a shower and wash you hair, you stink. Put on a nice clean nightie and matching panties. Sit down where you can see the bed but do not move until I tell you and do not dare to interfere." He dropped his eyes from mine, struggled to his feet and went with dragging steps to the refrigerator. I watched him open a bottle of wine which he put on the table and then walked slowly to the bathroom, not looking back at me. I smiled to myself as I heard the water start in the shower and I poured myself a glass of wine which I enjoyed quietly before I went to the bedroom. Carrying the bottle and my glass I went into the bedroom and looked with pleasure at Jane who returned my look with some trepidation. She was lying on top of a neatly made bed with no covering over her. She was wearing a very thin pale blue silk nightdress that came about half way down her thighs. The low-cut bodice was fitted snugly to her bosom perfectly defining her cute breasts. The dark areolae and sharp cones of her nipples were very evident through the tight-fitting sheer material. She was lying half on her left side with her legs slightly drawn up and her thighs together. This, combined with the nightie being folded across her groin made it impossible to see the details of her cunt. She looked absolutely lovely, her clean soft hair framing her pale face and the colour of her eyes nicely complemented the blue of the nightdress. She had long slender legs and very pretty feet. I just stood looking at her as I sipped my wine knowing that this would build up her tension. From where I stood I could see her gently trembling. I went across to the bed and put the bottle of wine down on the bedside table along with my glass. I sat down beside Jane and put my hand on her thigh. She gasped and blushed bright red. I positioned the pillows so that she was slightly propped up and with slight pressure on her shoulder, moved her so that she was lying on her back. Still looking at her I took a sip of wine. "Pull your heels up to your arse Jane darling and spread your thighs," I said quietly and was interested that without further compulsion her heels slid up to her bottom although her thighs remained upright with her knees firmly together. The nightie rode high on her thighs leaving them bare but lying in folds still concealing her cunt. I put a hand on the inside of each knee and gently but firmly spread her thighs. She made no real effort to stop me although I could feel her shaking. Looking into her eyes I reaches for the hem of her nightie and folded it across the plump curve of her belly at about the level of the cute indentation of her navel. Her cunt was bare and I looked at it with pleasure as the embarrassed young wife blushed furiously. As I had ordered she had shaved it completely and the plump outer lips and gentle swell of her mound still showed the reddening of the recent shave. I smiled into her eyes and gently ran my finger along the gaping groove of her bare shaved cunt. She gasped loudly. I began to play gently with her cunt as I looked into her eyes, moving from the delicate area behind her slit along her groove until I could just flick the prominent bud of her clitoris. Despite herself she began to breathe more heavily and I felt her hips twitch as I felt her cunt rapidly moistening under my fingers. I began to feel her more deliberately as, looking into her eyes, I slipped two fingers up her and began to finger-fuck her hairless gaping cunt. She gasped, tensed and blushed more furiously but was unable to control the movement of her hips as, despite herself, she began to become aroused as I began to finger her more deeply. I could smell her reluctant excitement. I bent and looked into her wide eyes and said quietly. "Give me a nice wank Jane, and get me ready. I feel like a nice slow fuck". She looked up at me, bit her bottom lip and began to wank my prick nice and firmly. I could hear the noise of the shower. Jane continued to toss me off expertly. "You are really very good at this, Jane darling, Jonathan is a very lucky man," I said mockingly. Her cunt was very wet under my probing fingers and she was beginning to pant again more deeply. I now had three fingers inside the panting sweating girl and I was finger fucking her reasonably hard. Jonathan came in and went to the dressing-table. He took out a sheer peach-coloured shortie nightie and put it on drawing the matching high-cut panties up his plump thighs. His wife and I watched as he adjusted the tight fabric across his balls. He looked up to see his wife watching him and blushed furiously. He looked across at me with hate and fear in his eyes. As long as the latter outweighed the former I was not particularly bothered. I slid my fingers from his wife's wet cunt and indicated a chair near to the bed from where he would have a perfect view. "Just sit down like a good girl while I fuck your new bride". I said. Jonathan sat down on nerveless legs, which almost seemed to collapse under him. I turned to concentrate on Jane. I lay on my side alongside the pretty young brunette who tensed and looked at me. I could see that she was trying to say something and after a few tries it came out. "You can't make love to me," she said in a whisper, ""you just can't. I am on my honeymoon and I am not on the Pill. I don't want to get pregnant." I just laughed. "Please, she begged, "if you are going to make love to me against my will, please use something, please, please don't make me pregnant." I laughed again. "I never use anything," I said, "I love making young wives pregnant. Don't worry Jane, it may not happen. It may be your lucky night." A tear rolled down her cheek as she sobbed. I smiled across at her husband who glared back with hate-filled eyes, too afraid to protest. I drew his sexy young wife towards me slipping my arm around her and, looking into her wide eyes lowered my lips to hers. I did not press at first just content to explore her soft lips but then I began to explore her closed lips with the tip of my tongue becoming steadily more demanding until, despite herself, her eyes widened further and her lips parted under mine. I took possession of her soft mouth and began to kiss her deeply, exploring her slowly and completely as her tongue writhed against mine. As I kissed her I slipped my left arm which was around her back a little further pulling her to me. I moved my left hand under her armpit on to her breast, which I began to thoroughly feel through the thin fabric of her nightdress. I slipped my right hand between her spread thighs again, gently cupped her bare cunt and squeezed a little. She gasped into my mouth as I slipped three fingers up her and began another slow deep finger fuck as I kissed her and felt her breast. The multiple sensations were beginning to overwhelm her and her hips began to twitch on the bed despite herself as her breathing became more ragged against my mouth. I turned her towards me and lifted her thigh so that it was over mine giving me ready access to her and I slid my eight inch prick straight up her wet and clinging little cunt. With a deep gasp she took the whole length of prick with no problem and I slowly began to fuck her while I kissed her deeply and worked on her hot little tongue. Across her I could see her husband sitting tensely watching us. I felt Jane beginning to pant more raggedly into my mouth as her hips began to move frantically as she tried to thrust her pubic bone into me so that she could push her cunt as deeply on to my prick as she could. I could not get sufficient movement in this position. I took my lips from hers and, looking into her eyes, moved her gently but firmly on to her back so that I was over her, supported on my arms, between her slender thighs stuck hard up her. I bent forward and pressed my lips to hers again. This time her mouth opened under mine with out hesitation and I began to fuck her more deeply. Her slender strong thighs went round my back without my having to tell her and she clasped me tightly. I felt her heels pressing into my arse and her nails beginning to claw my shoulders. Her breathing became shallower and faster and a blush started on her neck and spread to her chest. I took my mouth from hers and she threw her head back and began to gasp loudly. I moved my hands to her neat breasts and began to squeeze them through the silk of her nightdress in time with my thrusts. I could feel her approaching orgasm as her slender fit young body writhed under me. I didn't intend to cum but I thought I would take the opportunity to torment Jonathan further. "Watch your wife Jonathan" I said. "I am going to make her come and with luck, give her a baby". As I said that Jane gave a shuddering gasp and became rigid as an orgasm swept through her reluctantly excited body. I had not come and lay with my stiff prick buried in her cunt gently fondling her beautiful breasts while I watched her husband as he glared angrily but helplessly at me. When she had calmed down I patted her bottom gently, drew my softening prick out of her clinging wet cunt and lay back on the pillows as I listened to her breathing returning to normal. "You are a gorgeous fuck Jane darling." I said, "Go and have a nice shower and make yourself smell nice, then come back to bed. You won't need a nightie. You are lucky, I didn't cum up you that time." She gave a deep sigh of relief and looked at me with an unreadable expression as I lay back on the pillows. On shaky legs she got off the bed and went obediently to the bathroom for her shower. She passed her husband without giving him so much as a glance. I looked across at Jonathan and smiled. He looked back warily. "Come and pour me some more wine and then lie down beside me, " I ordered. He reluctantly rose, crossed to the bed and poured my wine then he walked around the foot of the bed and lay down where I had so recently had his wife before his very eyes. I lay propped up on the pillows and glanced at Jonathan. The noise of the shower started in the bathroom. "It is getting late, nearly time to get some sleep," I said casually, "while we are waiting for Jane give me a nice wank." Without looking at me he reached out and clasped my semi-stiff shaft, still moist from his wife's juices in his hand and he began to slowly work my prick. I put my arm round him and pulled him towards me. As he wanked me I took his chin in my hand and tilted his face to mine and began to kiss him, at first gently but then more demandingly. I felt his breathing quicken in my mouth and his hand, despite himself, tightened around my stiffening shaft, which he began to wank with more purpose. I slipped my hand between his thighs, cupped and fondled his balls through the silk of the panties and moved to his stiff little cock which I began to gently manipulate through the silk. As I played with the young husband I heard the shower stop and a few minutes later Jane came in. She stopped dead when she saw her husband in my arms again. "Oh God!" she gasped, "please leave him alone, leave us both alone." I jut laughed and motioned to the bed beside me. Jane came and lay down reluctantly. I released Jonathan and lay back looking from one to the other of the pretty pair. This reminded me so much of my experiences with Derek and Susan, who I made a mental note to visit again soon. (see 'Derek and Susan'). Jane smelled sweet after her bath. I knew that I did not smell quite so good after all my exertions but that did not bother me too much. "It is time to get some sleep," I said, "I am going to kiss Jane 'Goodnight' while you, Jonathan, can kiss my prick 'Good-night', you know how to do it." As I took the fragrant young wife in my arms and began to gently kiss her I felt the breath of her husband on my thigh and then the warmth of his mouth enveloped the head of my prick, which rapidly began to stiffen. I deepened my kiss until Jane was panting in my arms and her breasts were heaving. All the time I was conscious of the rhythmical sucking as her young husband's head bobbed on my prick. I reached between his thighs as I continued playing with his young bride and grasped his prick, which I began to gently wank. I felt him gasp and become tenser but I continued tossing him off until with a deep sigh on my prick he came in his panties, soiling them so that they would be sticky and uncomfortable for the rest of the night. I released Jane and lay back on the pillows and we both watched Jonathan as he continued to suck me off. He did not dare stop without being told and a cute blush stained his cheek as he realized that his young wife was watching closely. I reached down and gently pulled him off my prick by the hair. We all settled down side by side with me in the middle. "Put out the light Jonathan," I commanded, "time for sleep." I heard their sighs of relief but this changed to a gasp of disbelief as I said casually, "You have got me all excited with your hot little mouth again Jonathan. I am stiff and I won't be able to sleep without a fuck. You just lie there and relax. You have got me ready for your bride so just watch me fuck her again." I smiled to myself at their gasps of horror. I turned to Jane and saw the anxiety on her face in the semi darkness. I took her hand in mine and moved it to my prick, which she grasped and instinctively began to wank slowly. She was learning fast. I slipped my hand between her thighs and began to feel her hairless cunt drawing my fingers along her cuntal groove and flicking her hard little clitoris. The excitable young girl, despite herself began to become rapidly moist under my fingers. I began to gently finger-fuck herself with one finger while rubbing the area of her clitoris gently with my thumb and her cunt rapidly became very moist indeed. I released her cunt, took her by the hand and motioned for her to kneel astride my thighs. She did as I commanded without releasing my prick which she had gently but firmly clasped in her hand. "Keep wanking me until I am ready for you Jane," I said, and she continued her expert wank. I soon became stiff. I reached out with both hands and took hold of her breasts and began to gently squeeze them. "Now Jane," I said, "guide my stiff prick into your wet sloppy hole". She raised herself on her knees while I held her tits tightly, took hold of my prick in her soft hand and guided it so that it passed easily between the fleshy moist outer lips of her shaven cunt. I pressed down on her tits so that she was forced to sit more firmly on my prick and I slid easily up her to the balls. Then I slid my hands down the slopes of her breasts until I was just holding her by the nipples and she gasped with pain. I took no notice and pulled her down to me by the nipples which I slowly squeezed more as I brought her lips to mine and deeply kissed the young wife as I lay stuck hard up her clinging wet cunt. I took my lips from hers after a while and looked into her wide startled eyes. I could sense her husband lying tensely beside us not daring to interfere as I fucked his wife. "Now, fuck yourself on my prick," I ordered. She began to move up and down giving me a delicious slow fuck as I guided her by the pressure that I was exerting on her sensitive nipples. I suspected that she had been in this position before because she immediately began a nice gentle relaxed movement, supporting herself on her knees and leaning slightly forward. I was guiding her movements with the pressure I was exerting on her firm young breasts and we soon worked up a lovely rhythm. "I must say, Jane, you are a quick learner," I commented, "have you ever fucked in this position before?" She nodded shyly and I smiled to myself. I was in no hurry and just lay feeling her firm breasts while she was doing all the work. I began to smell her perspiration. I began to speed her up by manipulating her nipples until she was bucking on me with her head thrown back and her short hair swinging. The bed squeaked loudly from her exertions and the room was full of the smell of woman and cunt. She was gasping deep gulps of air and ramming herself as hard as she could down onto my prick. I began to feel close to coming so I pulled her down to me by the nipples and fastened my mouth on hers giving her a deep hard kiss as I came up her cunt and shot a river of hot cum up into her womb. She lay panting on me as I moved my hands to her taut firm young buttocks and began to pull her hard on to my prick resulting in my prick rubbing against her excited clitoris and she came with a deep gasp. I put my arms around her and held her as she lay on me with her face in my chest. I let her rest with my softening prick deep in her cunt so that none of my cum could escape and I whispered in her ear, "I came up you good that time Jane darling. If you are not pregnant from that it will be a miracle." She burst into hysterical tears and tried to hit me but I just caught her flailing wrist and laughed quietly. I released her arm and rolled her off me, my softening prick leaving her cunt with a slight plopping noise and laid the sweaty panting weeping girl beside me. I heard the harsh angry breathing of her husband from my other side. "Now just relax both of you and get some sleep," I ordered, "I have to be up early in the morning and I need some rest." I knew that the exhausted pair was to cowed to retaliate as I rapidly fell asleep and slept quite soundly for some hours. I awoke a couple of times and was rather surprised to hear Jonathan's steady breathing, letting me know that he, at least, had fallen asleep. As far as I could tell, on the occasions I awoke, Jane was also awake and crying quietly into her pillow. I just smiled to myself and went back to sleep. Much later I woke up. I knew that it was still a couple of hours until morning and I was beginning to feel like some more fun. I could tell from the quiet even breathing that the husband and wife were both asleep. It had taken Jane a long time to go to sleep and I considered my options. Although I had enjoyed humiliating Jonathan in front of his wife I really fancied fucking Jane again. She had a very tempting tight little cunt. Jane was lying half on her back turned away from me with her thighs slightly parted. I turned to her, slipped a hand between her thighs and gently began to finger her cunt that I had made her shave the night before. She stirred slightly in her sleep and sighed. I began to feel her a little more freely and firmly, slipping my finger between the flesh outer lips of her cunt and beginning a gentle finger- fuck flicking her clitoris from time to time. She began to become moist under my attentions, sighed again and woke up with a gasp. I gently turned her face towards me and began to kiss her. As soon as my lips met hers her mouth opened allowing me full possession. I kissed the sleepy brunette awake, took my lips momentarily from hers, and whispered in her ear, "I fancy another fuck, Jane darling?" I said quietly. She shivered a little. "Give me a nice wank to get me ready." Her hand moved to my semi-stiff prick and she began to wank me expertly. "You really are good at that!" I whispered and began to kiss her again, continuing with a deep finger-fuck of her bare wet cut, now using three fingers and not causing her any noticeable discomfort. She blushed furiously. Under her expert attention it was not long before I was stiff and ready for her. I moved her on to her back, parted her legs widely and moved between her open thighs. She did not let go of my prick as I moved on to her. I slipped a pillow under her bottom so that her cunt was at just the right angle for me. I slowly moved my hand up the inside of her taut thigh relishing the feel of her soft skin until I reached her moist quivering cunt. I looked into her eyes in the semi-darkness and smiled into her tense face. "Now," I said, "open the lips of your cunt with your other hand and get ready for me. Put my prick into your cunt." With her reluctant co-operation I moved forward allowing the trembling young brunette splayed under me to slowly insert the head of my prick into the lips of her tight wet cunt that she had parted ready with the fingers of her other hand. She gasped as the head of my knob entered her wet, bare tight little cunt. I began to fuck her slowly at first only using about half of my prick on each stoke but gradually increasing the length of my movement until my prick was buried in her tight channel to my balls. I paused, stuck hard up her and looked into her eyes. They shone in the semidarkness and I suspected that there was the gleam of soft tears. I put my lips to hers and deeply and gently kissed her, my hands squeezing and molding the flesh of her firm breasts. She lay with her thighs parted passively accepting a gentle morning fuck. The internal muscles of her cunt squeezed and massaged my prick and I made no effort to prolong things. I felt my ejaculation approaching and I began to give her a deeper kiss and squeezed the flesh of her breasts harder between my fingers. She gave a deep gasp into my mouth as I came up her. She came more gently than the first time I had fucked her before she went to sleep but her deep shudder, excited breathing and trembling body told me how deeply it had affected her. I withdrew my lips from hers and smiled into her eyes. "Another chance for a baby, Jane darling," I whispered maliciously. She shuddered as she reflexively squeezed my softening prick with her internal muscles and I slowly withdrew out of her and rolled off her falling asleep almost immediately leaving the worried young wife awake beside me looking in to the darkness and pondering the future and the possible consequences of what we had just done. I awoke a couple of hours later conscious of the young couple talking quietly across me, an activity that soon ceased when they realized that I was awake. I glanced at my watch. Time was getting on and I had a flight to catch as I had to be back in Wales by lunchtime for a meeting in Caernarfon. Jane was lying on her side half turned away from me. I ram my hand up the smooth flesh of the back of her thigh on to her buttock, which I began to deliberately fondle. I felt her instantly become tense under my touch. I gave her a sudden sharp slap on the bottom, which echoed like a shot in the quiet of the room. She gave a deep gasp and jumped in shock. I laughed quietly. "Listen you two," I said conversationally, "I am going to have to leave you very soon. Jane, go and make me some breakfast. Don't bother putting any clothes on. When you have made my breakfast, press my trousers, collect all my clothes together and leave them in the bathroom." With a sigh she got up from the bed and left the room silently. I turned to her husband and put my hand straight up the hem of his nightie and cupped his prick and balls through the sheer nylon of his panties. I squeezed his balls gently and as usual, he rapidly became stiff under my exploring hand. I began to gently wank him through his panties. "Oh God, no not again," he pleaded. I pulled him towards me and silenced his protests with a deep demanding kiss, which left him gasping. I continued fondling his prick and balls as I kissed his soft open mouth and then took my lips from his and moved his head down to my chest. He automatically began to suck my nipple. I let him move from one nipple to the other as I lay and relaxed in the sensations that flowed through my body from my erect stimulated nipples. I lowered my lips to his ear. "Don't stop what you are doing, Jonathan, but take off your panties". I released his prick and, keeping his lips on my erect nipple he shuffled off his panties. I could see from his face that he remembered this routine from his experience in the climbing hut and was apprehensive about what was to follow. "Now start wanking me off," I commanded, "you know how I like it by now." He reached for my prick and began to toss me off at just the right speed and with exactly the proper pressure. His lips sucked hard on my nipples. I grasped his stiff little prick and casually wanked him to a quick ejaculation all over his belly. He gave a deep gasp. I moved his mouth from my nipple and rolled him on to his back. I roughly pushed a pillow under his buttocks elevating his bottom and I moved between his thighs. I took hold of both of his legs just behind the knees and bent then right back so that his thighs were widely splayed and the puckered orifice of his arse hole was easily accessible.. I smeared the cum from his belly all over my stiff prick so that it was nice and greasy and used my greasy fingers to lubricate the opening to his hole. I slipped my fingers beyond the protecting ring of muscle and he gasped as he felt two fingers enter his clinging arse. I began to gently finger fuck him with two fingers ensuring that his channel was well lubricated. I removed my fingers and, holding the cheeks of his arse apart, slid the head of my prick between them until it was pressed tightly up against the puckered little orifice I had just prepared. I pressed a little further forward and I could see the unhappy young husband, thighs spread at my mercy, biting his lip and watching me with trepidation. I slowly pushed my prick forward further until suddenly the protecting ring of muscle gave way and the head of my knob entered his clinging channel. I heard him gasp again as I began to gently fuck him using more and more of my prick on each stroke until at last I was sheathed in him to the balls. I lay forward on him with my hands grasping his little breast mounds, feeling his nipples through the thin material of his nightdress. I put my lips to his and his mouth opened under mine. I began to give him a long deep kiss and to slowly fuck him. He knew what he had to do as I released my grip on his spread knees and he clasped me around the hips with his plump thighs. I increased the speed and depth of my stroke and his hips began to move with mine. I began to move more deeply and roughly until I was giving him a really savage fucking and having a lovely ride. The bed was creaking loudly as I pressed my tongue deep into his mouth, squeezed his little tits firmly and ramming my thick stiff prick as hard as I could deep into his arse. He moved under me meeting my thrusts, wide-eyed and gasping. Our sweat was mingling sticking his thin nylon nightie to us. I rode him roughly until I came deep up his arse. He groaned loudly and let his thighs fall from round my hips. I gave his nipples a last squeeze, pulled out of his greasy hole and lay back on the bed getting my breath back as he lay panting beside me. I could smell the tempting aroma of grilled bacon filling the chalet so I got up of the bed and stood looking down at Jonathan. "I am going for a shower. Give me ten minutes and then come and stand and wait outside the door of the shower- cubicle until I am ready for you." Without looking back at him I went into the bathroom and started the shower. I very quickly scrubbed the sweat of the night's exertions away and washed my hair. I heard Jonathan in the bathroom outside the shower cubicle and I opened the door, seized him by the arm and pulled him in with me under the cascading water. His nightdress immediately was soaked and plastered to his plump body. I began to kiss his soft lips as I cupped his balls and brought him to another erection. I gave him a brisk wank until he was gasping but it was too soon for him to cum again so I pushed him to his knees in front of me and fed my semi-erect prick into his unwilling but receptive mouth. He began automatically to suck me off and I rapidly stiffened as I looked down at his head bobbing backwards and forwards on my shaft. He had really become a compliant accomplished cocksucker in a very short time. I was not bothered about cumming again so soon and I just relaxed back, leaning against the wall of the shower stall as the water cascaded down on us enjoying the feelings of his soft warm mouth on my prick. When I had had enough I turned off the water and motioned for him to get up which he did with alacrity, not meeting my eyes. "Go and take over from Jane," I ordered, "finish preparing my breakfast and send her to me. You can get dried in the bedroom and put on one of Jane's slips with no panties -then wait for me in the kitchen." He looked at me helplessly and went out without a word and in a few minutes the trim naked figure of his young wife appeared at the bathroom door. I stood in the shower, water cascading down my naked body and looked at Jane as she stood, clearly waiting to be told what to do. I stepped out of the shower and indicated the towel. "You can dry me." I said brusquely. Jane reddened and then paled with anger at the order. She clearly felt humiliated at acting as my servant but compliantly first patted me dray and then toweled me vigorously until my skin was glowing. I walked past her without comment into the bedroom. "Bring my clothes in here and dress me." I ordered. She did not hesitate, but still pale with anger, her lips compressed did as I commanded. "Now, I am going to have breakfast. Put on a garter-belt, sheer stockings and wear the highest heels you have and nothing else. Then come to the kitchen." I looked without expression into her pale angry face and without saying anything more left the bedroom it was clear that in spite of all that had happened to her she still had plenty of spirit, certainly more than her husband. I went through to the kitchen and found Jonathan standing by the sink looking anxiously at me, just wearing a translucent white slip, clinging and defining his upper body and finishing halfway down his thighs. I smiled at him and walked over and cupped his balls through the sheer material. He gulped and as usual became erect under my fingers. He did not dare to pull away by just stood tense and compliant letting me feel him. I gave him a gentle wank before releasing him and going to the head of the table where I sat and looked at him. "Serve my breakfast and pour me some orange juice and coffee," I said quietly. He hurried to do as I commanded and just as he finished Jane came hesitantly into the kitchen. She was a stunningly erotic sight in a black garter-belt and sheer black stockings with very high heeled shoes - certainly more than a five inch heel. Although they accentuated her calves and caused her trim bottom to protrude deliciously she was clearly uncomfortable with such an elevated heel and walked very carefully indeed. She looked with horror and some contempt at the plump figure of her young husband as he stood dressed in his pretty slip. I decided before I left them to enjoy a last bit of entertainment while I had my breakfast. "I have enjoyed my time with you two," I said casually, "but it is nearly time for me to leave you." I saw the husband and wife exchange a hopeful glance, believing that their ordeal was soon to be ended. "Before I go, however, I want you to entertain me while I eat. Jane come and stand in front of me about five feet away, half turned away from me." Lips compressed she did as I commanded and I positioned her exactly as I wanted her by gestures. She stood and waited, trembling with anger. "Now, part your legs so that your feet are about twelve inches apart." She again compliantly followed my instructions, balancing uncomfortably on her high heels. The position of her spread thighs caused the bare slit of her shaved cunt to part. "Now Jonathan, I think that it would be nice if you went to Jane, went down on your knees in front of her and sucked her off. If you haven't made her cum by the time I have finished my breakfast it will be the worse for both of you." I carried on eating and watched the young man drop to his knees before the trembling form of his outraged wife. The position I had put her in meant that I had a clear view of his mouth as it went between her slim sexy nylon-clad thighs. He began to suck her off and as his hot moist lips worked busily between her thighs I saw her breathing, despite herself begin to deepen. A flush tinged her cheek and she reddened more as she looked across and caught my eye. I smiled at her and she quickly looked away. Her hands wound in her husband's soft hair as, lost in the moment, she drew is mouth hard against her wet cunt. A film of perspiration stood out on her forehead. She began to breathe in short pants exhaling gasps of air and her legs trembled as they struggled to support her. Jonathan grasped her by the hips, steadying her as he continued to work her cunt busily with his tongue. With a gasp she came quite suddenly and sighed deeply. She put her hands on her husband's shoulders and stood shaking, trying to recover her breath and composure. I finished my breakfast and pushed back my chair. Jonathan took his mouth from his wife's wet cunt and the pretty pair looked at me. They made an attractive tableau, the young wife in a black garter belt and sheer stockings balanced on high heels, her body and forehead sweaty from her recent orgasm, complemented exactly by the plump figure of her young husband on his knees before her in a sexy white virtually transparent slip, the sheen of his wife's juices on his lips. "It is time for me to go," I said casually as I walked to the door and opened it, "Thank you for the hospitality. I shall be sure to look you up in England." I looked from one to the other and smiled at the shocked looks on their faces as I gently closed the door. I put on my boots in the small outer hall and returned through the early morning frosted woods to my chalet. I was leaving Switzerland for Wales that morning and for whatever adventures lay in front of me in the valley. Although this is really the end of Jonathan and Jane, if there is enough interest I may let you know what happened when I met up with them some months later in England. Comments, criticism and suggestions for future stories are welcome at aled7@yahoo.com ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author does not condone the described behavior in real life in anyway shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any of the scenarios in this story; should seriously consider seeking professional help. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Kristen's collection - Directory 12