Vivian Bender worked competently, for a few minutes, massaging Bill’s back and loosening the muscle tensions. Her ministrations felt good to him, her hands cool and efficient. Before he knew it, he was relaxed and drowsy. She had said very little while she worked.
Finally, her voice came to him through the relaxed drowsiness, “Beginning to feel relaxed, Bill?” Her voice had a throaty sexiness to it.
“MMmmnnn!” he agreed.
“Turn over on your back, now… I want to work on the front of you!”
Obediently, Bill turned over and was gratified that much of the soreness in his back seemed to be gone. He looked up at her, as she began to knead the muscles of his chest. The two top buttons of her white uniform were gaping open, and he could see down between the cleft of her perfectly formed breasts… almost to her navel. He hadn’t noticed the open buttons, before; she must have undone them herself, he decided. It couldn’t have been an accident. She’s sure got a beautiful pair of tits there… and I’d just love to get hold of them!… But, Christ… what good would it do… with that limp prick of mine… just hanging there between my legs!? The only thing it’s good for, right now, is pissing!
He closed his eyes, attempting to blot out the vision of loveliness, before him. He was in the position of a diabetic turned loose in a candy factory… or a eunuch in a harem. I can’t do a God damned thing about it!
Vivian saw his momentary gleam of interest as he had looked down her dress. At least, he hadn’t lost his window-shopping ogling of the merchandise, she decided. It was going to be fun to watch his reactions to their little experiment.
As she continued to massage him, he relaxed even more, trying to make his mind blank, the better to enjoy the feeling of euphoria induced in him by her sensuous manipulations. Then, he felt something cool draped across his chest. Without opening his eyes, he thought she must be getting ready for another phase of her treatment, but when he felt a similar sensation of something being draped across his ankles, he opened his eyes to determine, exactly what was going on down there.
Quickly, Vivian secured the restraining strap over his legs, then yanked down hard on the strap over his chest and arms. He was tied down to the table. He was unable to move.
“What the hell’s going on?” he growled.
Flashing a smile at him, Vivian told him, “Just capturing my audience… Very effective… isn’t it?”
“Look… I don’t know what your game is… but I don’t take to being tied up!”
“It’s all part of an experiment being carried out by the mad Doctor Bender… and I’m his beautiful assistant!” she kidded.
The strong leather straps held his arms, torso and legs, tightly. He tested his strength against them and found he was completely immobile.
“That’s not very funny!” he declared. “Now, tell me what in hell this’s all about!”
“Do you like ravishingly beautiful women. Bill?” she asked.
“Yes… but what’s that got to do with tying me up?”
“Maybe everything… Darling!” Her voice had that sexy quality in it that promised everything.
“Christ!” he exploded. “You’ve lost me!”
“Do you think you would like me…?”
She opened another button at the front of her white uniform, and she watched with satisfaction as his suddenly bulging eyes followed her action. Another button was opened… then, another, with excruciating slowness. “Well… would you…?”
“You know damned well I would!”
“… But, you couldn’t do anything about it… right?” she taunted. Yet another button was undone, and her dress was open to the waist. “Look, Bill… aren’t my titties luscious!” She pulled her dress open, teasingly, giving him a quick look at perfect, mounding hemispheres of the loveliest breasts he had ever seen.
“Damn… I don’t believe it!”
“They’re real, Bill… warm, vibrant and smooth…” she teased. “Would you like to see how my nipples get all hard and pointed… when I start feeling sexy?”
“You trying to be a cock-teaser?” he rasped out at her.
“Maybe… but I understand you can’t even get it up!”
“Christ… don’t make it any worse!”
“I could be doing you a favor… you know…” she said, as she slowly opened the front of her dress, again, her hands going under her smooth, white breasts to cup them up and massage them, gently, lasciviously, before his eyes, the alabaster flesh pliant in her hands, and he watched with fascination. Her cameo pink nipples began to elongate and swell, the areolas wrinkling up, prettily at the base of the berrylike buds; then, she used her fingers to roll them, tantalizing them to even greater erection. She went on, “You like that, Bill…? You can’t seem to take your eyes away… can you?”
“You little bitch! I’d like to get my hands on you!” he gritted.
“I’ll bet!” she countered. “… But what could you do for me?”
Vivian came close and leaned over him, allowing one of her alluring breasts to come down over his face, just out of reach of his hungering lips. “Wouldn’t it be nice to have that in your mouth… Bill?” Her voice was seductive and low.
Bill’s head came up, his mouth ovaled, attempting to capture the provocative nipple in his lips, but she pulled it back and away, not allowing him to touch it.
She turned her back to him and pulled the white, uniform dress over her head, slowly; she was completely nude under it, and little by little, her lithe loveliness was revealed to him, until she stood nakedly beautiful. He gasped, involuntarily; she was absolutely the most luscious piece of feminine pulchritude he had ever seen. Tossing her dress to the bed, she looked back over her shoulder at him. “Do you like me… this way… better?”
“God! You’re beautiful… Vivian!” he said, meaning it. Then, as she turned around to face him, his eyes devoured her. He saw creamy, white flesh, almost translucent, with the fine, bluish network of veins showing, slightly, beneath the glowing surface, proud, high, fullmounding breasts, their nipples spiking out, pinkly, the flat plane of her belly, the supple muscle ridges rippling just below the surface, the nipped in curves of her waist, swelling out to perfectly symmetrical hips that curved taperingly into long thighs, delicate knees, slim calves and tiny ankles. Everything about her was perfect… and his eyes couldn’t stay away from the center of his interest. They zeroed in and locked on the silky black hair covering the gentle mound at the triangle of her thighs.
“Do you really think so…?” she asked, turning in a graceful circle for him. “But how do I compare to your wife… Faye?”
“Faye…? She’s a damned lovely woman… too!”
“Do you love her?”
“That’s a stupid question!” he barked. “Of course I do!”
“Then, why haven’t you shown her?”
“Christ! I can’t! I haven’t been able to get a hard on! You know that!”
“Could you get one up for me… if you thought you could fuck me?” She ran her hands over her hips, provocatively, then let them run back into the center to cover her triangular mound, one hand running under and between her thighs to clasp herself, tightly. Bill could hardly believe his eyes and ears, when next he saw her undulate her hips, erotically, toward him and the clasping hand began to move with slow, mastabutory movements on her own pussy. Damn! She’ll drive me crazy with her wild sex show!
Bill almost felt like crying. It had been many years since he had felt that way, but her provocative taunting was getting to him… inside him, galling him like acid.
But, worse… as much as he would have liked to break the bonds that held him to the table, leap from it and mount this sexy, blackhaired, cock-teasing woman, ramming his hard cock home in her taunting cunt and fucking her until she begged for mercy… he couldn’t have done so. His cock still lay flaccid and useless between his legs. There hadn’t been even one tremor of an erotic sensation in it. It was dead!
“You teasing little bitch!” he gritted.
“Tch, tch! Bill! Temper will get you nowhere!” she chided. “All I want to know is… would you like to fuck me… any and every way you wanted…?.
“Yes!” he blurted. “Goddamn, yes!!!” “Good! That’s all I wanted to know!”
She came to where he lay bound on the table, reached out and pulled his pajama bottoms down, exposing his loins completely. His softly limp penis still lay there. She put her warm, smooth hand on it and lifted it, experimentally, remarking, “This must be quite a weapon… when it’s hard!”
“You’re damned right!” he grunted. “… And, when I do get it hard, again… I’m going to shove it up your teasing little cunt and fuck you like you’ve never been fucked before!”
“Oh, Darling… I hope so!”she said.
“It wasn’t quite the answer I expected! You would really enjoy being fucked that way… wouldn’t you?”
“I like it all ways!” she said. “I just draw the line at sadism!. I don’t like to be hurt!”
Bringing her other hand into play, below; she held his flaccid cock aloft, milked back the foreskin, then she toyed with the corona, before beginning to roll it between the palms of both hands. As she did this, she continued, “You realize, of course… that this little game has four players!”
Bill looked down, first at her hands where they worked his cock then up at her face. “How’s that…?”
“My husband’s a pretty virile man, too and he’s out there with your wife!”
“So…?”
“So… by this time, he’s probably got all of her clothes off… and is proceeding to get her all ready to fuck!”
“That’s a crock!” Bill grunted. “If I know Faye… nothing of the sort could happen!”
“He’s got a very educated tongue… and he just loves to use it!” She shivered. “I can just imagine how she must feel… when he takes her clitoris in his lips… then uses his tongue… just the tip of it, right on the head of it. where it’s most sensitive…”
“It’d never happen… Faye’s too inhibited! I’ve never been able to do that to her… myself!”
Vivian went right on with her discourse. “Later on… when he’s got that big cock of his in her cunt… he’ll use a finger… right up her anus! That’ll guarantee she’ll cum!”
“Hmnf!” Bill snorted in disbelief.
“Of course… he might decide to make her suck him… for a while… before he fucks her. She’ll really have a mouthful, too! My husband, Matt’s, got the most delicious cock there is… and I know she’ll just love it… as soon as she gets used to the size of it!” She closed her eyes, remembering.
“Well… if all this’s going on… why aren’t you out there doing something about it?” Bill challenged.
“Doing what..”Like stopping it! Do you let him go around fucking other people’s wives?”
“Matt and I have an understanding… Bill. He does what he wants to do… and I do the same thing…”
“Oh, real swingers, eh?” He was sarcastic.
“Call it what you want to… it’s a very nice arrangement!”
“Swapping… and all the rest, too?”
“We’re members of a nice group…”
“I don’t give a damn what you do… but I don’t want some other son-of-a-bitch fucking my wife!” he roared.
Vivian looked at him in puzzlement. “But, just a little while ago you were saying you wanted to fuck me!”
“That’s different!” he growled.
“Is it… really… Bill…?”
Swiftly, she bent over him, ovaled her lips and took the flaccid head of his cock into her mouth, swirling her tongue around it several times… Then, she felt a throb in it. There was a slow, expanding growth. His cock was beginning to get hard… erect!
Oh, God! I felt it! It’s going to get hard. again!
Even as Faye Wright, numbly, helped the doctor undress her, assisting him with the proper movements, automatically shrugging shoulders and hips, small doubts began to assail her, and she shrank from the prospect of what was going to happen. Somehow, though, it was going to help her husband to regain his manhood… but it was to be at the expense of her fidelity.
Then, she felt the rush of cool air over her now completely naked body, brushing, especially, across her throbbing breasts with their hard, erect but tiny buds exposed to him completely. She heard his little gasp of appreciation for them and felt his hands encompass the mounding globes, hotly, to knead, squeeze and caress, rolling the already distended nipples, painfully, between his fingers; all of which served to add fuel to the furnace of her rising passion, a passion induced by some exotic drug… and the doctor had told her she couldn’t resisit it… But, if I d-do it… I’d be just like a cheap tramp!
Unconsciously, she had closed her eyes to blot out the shame of her nakedness. She kept them tightly closed, not daring to look at him. It was all so confusing. What can I do?
Now, she felt his hot, moist lips on her, as they engulfed one of her pulsating nipples, his maddeningly soft tongue flicking and rolling it to produce more of the searing sensations in her loins, sensations she didn’t want to experience… with any other man but Bill, her own husband.
In like manner, his mouth paid homage to her other breast. This time, she felt him sucking strongly on it, and hot sparks of sensuality arced, achingly, in her, seeming to center at the core of her being, her throbbingly alert clitoris, still hard as it lay hidden in the secret folds of her pussy.
Blazing a wet trail, his tongue pressured down through the narrow valley that separated the satiny smooth mounds of her breasts… and Faye tensed her stomach muscles as he slithered down across the smooth, white plane of her belly, the moist tip of his tongue flicking, momentarily, into the slight depression of her navel, taunting it, while his hands, above, continued to knead and caress her aching breasts.
Then, she felt his hands leave them to move, sinuously, down along her ribs to the swell of her hips and along the longer, outside taper of her velvet-skinned thighs to her knees. Automatically, Faye attempted to press her thighs together, hard, but his stronger hands levered her thighs apart as they moved, now, up the inside course, along the soft satin of her inner thighs… up, up and up, inexorably… until she felt him there… at his goal, his firm hands rubbing over the golden, hair-covered mound. Finally, she felt his whole hand as it moved down and clasped the whole of her cunt, caressingly, his palm moving up and down with maddening regularity. She was helpless to stop him; there was nothing she could do. Nothing! God! Oh God, I-I don’t want this!
After long moments, she felt his hands leave her, and the cool air of the room washed over her heated vagina. Something perverse in her, at that moment, told her she didn’t want to be abandoned… that she wanted him to go on and on, but her rational mind… if it still functioned… rejected it.
She still kept her eyes tightly closed. There were the sounds of his clothing, the sighing cloth signaling that he must be undressing. She dared not look., It was too much for her, as she realized that, little by little, each moment that passed was bringing her closer to the time when… he’ll want to put his big, hard th-thing in me… and d-do it… to me!
“Open your eyes!” Matt ordered with a chuckle. “You’ll have to… sooner or later!”
Slowly, reluctantly, her eyelids fluttered open, as she lay back on the couch. She saw him standing there, easily, his well-muscled body in obviously good condition. He was completely naked, his face twisted in a lewd smile as he saw her discomfiture. Against her will, her eyes swept over his magnificent body, broad of shoulder, slim in the hips to his thickly massive penis, lancing out hard and erect from his lean, muscular loins, the shaft of his cock throbbing with tumescent blood. She saw that he, too, like Bill was uncircumcised. His hand moved, lewdly, to the thick rod of his rock, gripped it, and with excruciating slowness drew the heavy foreskin back to reveal the glistening, lust-inflated cock-head. It shone ‘purplish-red in the subdued light of the living room.
“From my examination of your husband I know he’s pretty heavy, hung… but it won’t match this… will it, Baby?”
Faye gasped as she saw the true enormity of it. She knew that Bill’s organ was exceptionally large; she had had trouble taking all of him up inside her… but this… this monstrous thing was impossibly huge. There wasn’t anything she could say.
The doctor went on, “You can’t imagine how much I’m going to enjoy shoving this cock of mine into your tight, little cunt!” he taunted.
She could only continue to gape at-him in sheer misery. Feelings of degradation and shame flooded through her; the sight of his obscene, stroking hand on his turgidly erect member, the realization of her own shamefully naked body, lying obscenely spread out for him on her couch, and the helplessness of her position raced through her confused mind. Through the fog of it all, she knew that, somehow, this man was enjoying the debauchery to which he was subjecting her… and as much as her thinking mind told her: No! Don’t do it!; the other, body-mind, could not resist the erotic urge… the growing need in her loins. It was her body… drugged, sensate and sensual that betrayed her.
Doctor Bender leaned over her and pried her legs even further apart. He kneeled on the couch between her thighs. Her eyes, drawn to his cock like iron filings to a magnet, had not left off staring at it, but even as she looked hard and long at the massiveness of it, she felt the unwanted tingling of lewd desire in her loins. Recklessly, her body told her it was something she wanted; however, a new horror came alive in her as she stared at the monster cock the doctor held in his hand. It was too big! Why… a thing like th-that… could split my vagina open! She grimaced with the terror of the thought.
Seeing her frown, the doctor chuckled, “Don’t worry, Doll… big as it is, you’ll be able to take all of it… and you’ll enjoy it! A woman’s cunt has enormous elastic qualities!”
Faye dimly realized that he had intended his remark as some sort of reassurance, but she felt tears welling up in her eyes to dribble down her cheeks, for she knew that even in such words his goal had not changed. There was no mercy in him; he fully intended to carry out his cruel debauchment.
She heard him go on with his explanation. “There’s no such thing as a cock that’s too big… or a cunt too small!”
Somehow, she hardly heard his filthy words any more. She was too worried about the hopelessness of her position, the horror of knowing that there was no escape… that no matter what she said… or did… this man was going to ravish her defenseless body… shove that huge thing in her protesting loins, no matter how she pleaded with him.
Suddenly, Matt was on top of her, his heavy weight dropping down on her, forcing the air from her lungs and pinning her to the cushions of the couch. She felt the hard prod of his thick, throbbing cock against the softness of her naked belly. It was like a huge, dangerous reptile lying there, pulsingly, between them.
His hotly avid hands sought her aching breasts, once more, squeezing the satiny, pliant flesh through his fingers with such strength and ardor that she whined with the pain of it, and her pitious tears streamed, unchecked, down her cheeks.
“Save your tears, Baby Doll… for later!” he rasped. “When I get my cock in you… you’ll be crying from the sheer ecstasy of it!”
Then, his mouth was on hers, his tongue deeply into her throat as his lust for her grew in intensity. Below, his big prick lurched, expectantly. Damn! This’s going to be more fun than I thought it would be! She’s so uptight she doesn’t know which way’s up!
And, then… his hard-muscled body was slithering down the curvaceous softness of her, until his head was poised just above the golden triangle of her pulsing loins, and the shocking realization of what he intended to do caused Faye to recoil with revulsion. My God! He’s going t-to use his m-mouth on m-me and… and lick me!
“Oh, no.. p-please..?” she begged. “Don’t d-do that!”
There was no stopping him. He had already positioned the palms of his hands against the smooth, inner flesh of her thighs and was spreading them even further apart, exposing her nakedly to his lascivious gaze. She attempted to resist his splaying hands, but it was useless. He was much too strong.
Whining her objection, audibly, she raised her head to plead with him, looking down the valley, between her helplessly trembling breasts, to see him kneeling there between her wide-spread thighs, a mask of pure lust twisting his handsome face. She had to try to stop him.
“Oh, God… Doctor… even my husband’s n-never done that t-to me!”
“Why…?” he queried. “Because you wouldn’t let him?”
It was the truth. “Yes!” she snapped.
“You poor, poor, misguided girl!” he chided. “You don’t know what you’ve been missing!”
Between her legs, his hands still placed, strategically, against the soft, warm flesh of her inner thighs, holding her wide open to him, Matt Bender looked down at the thin, coralline furrow of her cunt, hungrily, seeing the delicate fringe of golden curling pubic hair, and there, glistening on the two tiny, pink tongues of her innerlips that peeked out shyly, were viscously clear droplets of the tell-tale moisture of rising excitement.
Faye lay there, petrified, watching him, as with slow, deliberation, he placed his thumbs on either side of her cringing pussy, against the soft fleshy lips, and drew them apart to flower her open, completely, exposing the secret pinkness of her moistening cuntal orifice to his lustful gaze. She heard his audible intake of breath… and below, still within her range of vision, she saw the jerk of his hardened cock, reminding her of its ominous presence.
She felt the warm wash of his breath on the sensitive, exposed flesh of her cunt, and she moaned aloud in shame, her breath catching in her throat, as she saw him lower his head and heard the animal-like growl deep in his throat, just before his long, wet tongue snaked out to slither lizard-like up into her hotly quivering vaginal opening. She moaned aloud, “Oh, God! OOooohh… Godddd!”… And, she was suddenly too far gone to stop him!
Bill’s whole body quivered with emotion. His cock was locked in the warm, wet cavern of the Doctor’s wife’s mouth, and as he lay there, bound to the portable treatment table, he felt it. There was the slow, pulsing expansion, the throbbing surge of blood into the shaft of his cock, the beginning of tumescence as the hot blood was trapped there. His erection had begun! Christ! It really is going to get hard!
Rapidly, then, his cock grew throbbing and hard in her mouth, and Vivian’s breath caught in her Jhroat; there was a certain thrill that rippled victoriously through her, involved with the knowledge that she had been instrumental in engendering the growing erection in him. It was, partially, her victory, tool
“God! Keep sucking! Don’t stop… now!” he groaned, as a mixed feeling of relief and doubt assailed him. His relief in the knowledge that his cock was, indeed, becoming erect, again, was more than welcome, and he knew, also; that Vivian had practically challenged him to it, He would be forever grateful to her, The small doubt that caused him momentary worry was that it would not last… that it would be transitory. He didn’t want that. It had to get hard enough to do something with.. like fucking his wife, Faye!
As the shaft of his cock grew rigid enough to stand erect and alert, Vivian began to move her head, slowly, allowing it to move, smoothly, between her roundly ovaled lips, her tongue, licking at it teasingly. Then gradually, she began to take almost all of it into her mouth, realizing, as she did so, that as his now massive prick attained its fully erect state, it was almost a match for Matt’s. She was glad, then, that she had agreed to this little experiment in sexual therapy. Faye Wright’s husband was going to be good for her… and she for him.
Vivian lifted her head and looked up at him, a smile on her face. “How does this feel…?”
Bill?” she asked.
“Like more of the same!” he answered, a desire-pained grimace on his face as be looked down his own body to see the familiar and deeply satisfying sight of his cock lancing out, hard and ready, from his hairy loins. It ached for action!
“Is that what you want… to be sucked off or would you rather use it for some real action?” she asked.
“Suggestion… maybe?’
“Like… how would you like to fuck me?”
“Vivian honey… I’d love to… but I promised myself that if I got well… Faye’d be the first one I’d take care of!”
“Matt’s doing that!” she said, a little petulant. “I was hoping you’d choose me!”
Bill groaned. “Oh, Christ! Are you sure?”
Vivian opened the bedroom door, took the few steps down the hallway and looked into the living room to assure herself that Matt and Faye were, indeed, locked fast together in a naked sexual embrace. She watched for a moment, entranced as always, when she saw her husband in action; his head was down between Bill’s wife’s widespread legs, his tongue racing deeply up into the laciviously writhing young blonde’s cunt… and she knew, vicariously, what Bill’s wife was experiencing. It was all she could do to stand and watch, passively, and not give in to the urge to join them as she had many times. This was not the time for that.
She returned to Bill, in the bedroom, gratified to see that his cock still stood up hard and erect.
“The answer is a simple yes…” she told him. “Matt is sucking her cunt for all he’s worth… and she’s enjoying it no end!”
“The son-of-a-bitch!” Bill roared. “I-I’ll. He attempted to get off the table, an unreasonable rage boiling over in him, but he was still bound, tightly. He struggled, vainly to free himselfl
“What would you do… if you could get off that table?”
“I’d pull that bastard off of her… and beat the hell out of him!” he rasped, still struggling with his bonds.
“Why? He’s doing her the same kind of favor I did for you!” she told him. “He’s teaching her how to really respond to a man… and she’ll be a better wife for you… afterward!”
Bill stopped to listen, now. “You two lechers really got this all planned out… didn’t you?”
“Yes… but now… we have to have your cooperation… to make it work!”
“What do you mean…?” he growled. “That you not interfere with what Matt’s doing!”
“Not interfere…!?” he exploded. “That’s my wife he’s sucking… in there!”
And, I’m Matt’s wife! I’m offering myself to you… if you want me?” she said.
He stopped struggling. “You mean… a-a swap…!”
“Exactly!”
“All right, God damn it! You’re on!”
“There’s just one thing…”
“What’s that?” He was curious.
“I want you to watch Matt fucking your wife… then Matt and she will watch you fuck me… OK?”
“Why? That sounds crazy!”
“It’s part of the treatment?’ Vivian told him.
“I don’t get it!”
“It’s to cure you both of any jealousy… before you can be members of our group!” she explained, patiently, hoping he didn’t have any more questions.
“You mean… you want us… Faye and I… to…?
“Join our group!” Vivian finished for him. Bill smiled… “That’s your swap club?” “Yes… any more questions?”
“Is this… sort of like a test… “You could call it that…”
“Does Faye know…?”
“Mat’ll tell her,” she answered. “Now, do you have any more questions before I let you loose?”
“No… no more questions!” he said.
“All right… now I have a couple I’d like to ask,” Vivian said, her face serious, now.
“O.K…”
“Do you want to join?” she asked.
“Yes!” His response was quick.
“You have to join as a couple… both of you have to agree to it… understand?”
“Yes…” He understood, instantly, that the burden would be upon him to convince Faye they should join.
“All right…” Vivian agreed. “I’m going to let you up… and we’ll go watch! But not a sound… and don’t interfere… O.K.?”
“I understand… perfectly!” Bill grinned. “Anyway… I want off this damned table… so I can get my hands on you!”