Written by Firm Hands

BDSM
18 Mar 2011


Two Little Piggies (part 3)

After that afternoon and evening of sexual excitement we all needed to rest. In the emails we exchanged however we admitted that our brains were so full of all that had happened that they just wouldn't turn away from sex. The next day was Sunday and I woke up with a harder than normal stiffy. So I just played with it as I remembered all the events of the day before. Every time the highlight was seeing her sprawled out on the floor in front of us. Her face was flushed and her hair all over the place. Her tits failing out of her little blouse, pink hard nipples catching on the fabric and keeping it open. Round her waist the skirt was crumpled and framed the glorious sight of her pussy. The lips were puffed up and her clit stuck out sharply at the top whilst the glistening wet crack continued round to her little puckered arse hole. My prick was enjoying the hot squeeze of his arse as I pumped in and out or was it my fist. By bed time on Sunday I really was shagged out.

They told me that they went to lie down in bed after I left and woke in the early hours, hungry, sticky and horny. After a shower, during which he made snacks, they curled up in bed again and discussed what we had all done. That made them so randy that she insisted he fucked her immediately and as hard as he could. She lay on her back and held up her legs. “Get in there and be a man” she insisted. The action of mounting her and thrusting in and out made his arse smart from the screwing I had given it earlier. Every thrust and it puckered sending a thrill through to his balls and cock. She wrapped her legs round his back and pulled herself right off the bed by clinging to his neck. By telling him over and over to “fuck me harder” she swung under him, her nipples brushing under his sweaty chest hairs and bringing her to yet more orgasms. It was the first time in ages that he was on top and his mind relished the unusual feeling that he was fucking his woman. The thought drove him on to more effort and when he eventually came she was already lost in a post orgasmic stupor. That hadn't happened before in their marriage. They collapsed onto each other and fell deeply asleep. It was late Sunday morning before they surfaced again and they spent a lazy day, stopping every now and again to love each other. He fell at her feet several times and kissed her toes. Then she told him to keep going higher until she straddled his face and ground her pussy into his mouth. He cuddled her from behind and fed his cock between her legs so that it ran along the moist passageway from her arsehole through her pussy lips and up to her clit. She hugged his arms round her breasts as they did this. When sufficiently worked up they fell back on a favourite position. She rode him cowboy fashion. She taunted him about the screwing his arse had had the evening before and promised to make him wear a buttplug every day until I came round to do it again. Once he'd cum inside her she scooted forward and sat on his face. She asked him if his spunk tasted any different than mine. He couldn't answer, his mouth was full. As he nearly suffocated he thought he'd died and gone to heaven. At one point she was so carried away that she let a stream of piss flood his mouth and he just keep lapping it up. After that she called him her piss and spunk slut.

I asked them when they wanted to meet up again. As you can imagine I couldn't get through a day without having to wank away at a very hard cock. If I didn't keep my mind occupied with something else I was back there in my mind reliving last Saturday. They were just as caught up on a sex obsession as I was, but they had each other. She banned him from wanking during the day at work on pain of – there was little she could threaten him with – so she just sternly looked at him and told him on no account was he to even think of touching his cock except to pee until he was home again. And as he liked obeying her he did as he was told. It was worth it because she came home to find him gagging for sex. He was like a lonely puppy waiting for his mistress, if he'd had a tail he would have wagged it. When that vision came up in our e-mails I immediately logged on to a sex toys website and ordered a piggy tail butt plug. It should arrive by the weekend and and I told them that I'd fit it myself. This guaranteed that I was invited round next Saturday, at 10 in the morning.

At exactly 10am I parked in their drive and rang the door bell, parcel in hand. And a bunch of roses, symbolising her red petals and our hard pricks! She opened the door. As usual she looked simply stunning. Fresh faced and without make up but for red lip stick, with a white t-shirt, tartan knee length skirt and pumps. She looked so wholesome, but her eyes and the smile on her lips were just wicked. He stood half way back down the hall, just naked. His hands covering his crutch and his head bowed. She invited me in and closed the door behind me. Accepting the roses, she said “and you have a present for him as well?” “For all to enjoy, I hope”

We walked through to the kitchen and set about putting the roses in water. I unwrapped the butt plug. I had packed a tube of gel as well and put them both on the kitchen surface. He was staring at them and I could see his erection bobbing behind his hands. The butt plug was just an average size one, and over half of it was the black rubber spiral made to look like a curly pigs tail. “Time for your present now” I said and he walked over to me. “Hands on the table. Lean forward. Spread your legs – wider – much wider.” She moved round to see as I lubed up the plug and then put two lubed fingers up his arse hole. He grunted, just like a pig should and I said “he'll be squealing like a pig next.” I smacked each of his cheeks getting harder with each blow and finished with a smack right in the middle. Taking the plug by the tail I pressed it against his hole. Moving it from side to side I could feel it working inwards. A slight screwing right and left and it went in further. Moving it in and out a bit relaxed his muscles and one final push and it was fully in. I held it there and pressed down on his back. Another grunt, quite a satisfied one. Looking up she seemed fascinated. “He looks so sweet! My own little piggy”

“Right then piggy, on your trotters and into the lounge” I took hold of her shoulders and we followed him. In the lounge he stopped in the middle of the room and his tail waggled as he clenched his arsehole. We sat down on the sofa. I told her how gorgeous she looked and we kissed. Our hands wandered. One of hers clasped my neck but the other was on my thigh and worked into my crutch. I had one hand running up and down her back whilst the other fondled her breast. As she wasn't wearing a bra my thumb could rub, flick and squeeze the hard nipple standing there. “Have you been a good girl since I last saw you?” That brought a smile to her face. “Have you kept yourself pure?” She shook her head. “Have you had any sexy and perverted thoughts?” She nodded vigorously. “Oh dear, It seems you need to be punished again!” She was still smiling and nodding.

We moved around on the sofa so that she was lying across my lap. I gathered up her arms and brought them behind her so that I could hold her wrists tightly together with one hand. With my other hand I smoothed her skirt down from the waist over her buttocks and down the back of her legs to the hem behind her knees. I think she was purring, or something like that. Holding the hem I swept the fabric up until her bum came into view. It was naked, she had only been wearing a t-shirt and skirt, no underwear at all. “No underwear deserves punishment for a start” and the first smack landed. Over the next 10 minutes she received smacks for going out bra-less or panty-less. For day dreaming about sex at work. For playing with her nipples when no-one was looking. For leaving wet marks on her office chair. For smiling at strange men in the street. For imaging what her boss was like in bed, and what him fucking her and her work mates would be like. More for making her husband perform perverted sex acts on her. For performing perverted sex acts on him. I made her describe all these and admit how much perverted satisfaction they gave her. Finally, I asked if she was even now sexually aroused. She signed yes to this and I slipped my hand in between her legs to find her just as wet as I expected. It wasn't long before my fingers slipped up inside her and she was quivering on my lap like last week. As this had led to the most memorable part of last Saturdays session I continued in the same way. Her legs straightened out and with her toes she rocked her body to match my finger work. Finally I rolled her spent body off my lap onto the lounge carpet. With her lying there legs apart and sex on view my dreams of the last week had come true. I told him to get to work. He buried his face into her fanny and displayed his curly tail as he worked away. I held the black spiral and moved it in and out, side to side and round. More piggy grunting came from him and she was also grunting or groaning from the pleasure he was giving her. I stood up and stripped off. My prick needed to be in on the action. Kneeling by her head I pulled up her t-shirt and played with her breasts and nipples. My prick was so near her face that it seemed natural to feed it to her. I practised going further and further to see how much she could swallow. After a while and a few gags she was doing very well and I could rest my balls on her cheek as my cock touched her tonsils. Looking down his back I could see his piggy tail waggling invitingly and moved on to my next objective. Kneeling behind him my prick tightly held in a condom I pulled on the buttplug slowly stretching his hole until it broke loose. I gradually extracted it leaving an empty lubed hole waiting to be filled. As it was so ready to be used once my head was in I found that I could easily continue until I was fully in, balls deep. As I held myself still he began to twist his hips to move me round inside him. When I started my trusts the action was exquisite.

Just like last week, here I was balls deep in a warm hole with a beautiful shagged woman lying open before me. Her hard nippled breasts on display beneath her t-shirt which I had pulled up under her chin. Her shirt was rucked up round her waist and her used fanny glistening like fresh fruit. I pulled his shoulders up so that I could see all of her. My hands then found his nipples and soon the piggy was squealing again. And every time he squealed his arse clamped down on my prick. My hands moved down to his cock. I was impressed with the hardness and the heat of it. Shuffling forward on my knees I bought us up between her legs. I pushed him forward onto her and soon positioned his prick by her fanny. Another push from me and we were all connected.

Imagine the feeling. I was laying on top of these two sexy young people, my cock felt like a live animal inside him. He was squashed in a warm wet embrace, his lovely wife's face a glow in front of his eyes. His prick never felt so big or so at home in her cunt. And he was being driven into all this action by an arse full of hot cock. She couldn't believe that yet more was happening to her. It seemed that two men were fucking her. She could feel their weight and heat. Her cunt could feel their powerful thrust and the way she was sliding on the carpet as they slid up and down her body was like being tossed in a storm, but nice.

All this and it still wasn't lunchtime. How did the rest of the day go? Did they have to leave the house to stop fucking? Would that work? I'd love some feedback and will be reading your comments. Say if you'd like to correspond with me.


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