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266 A CUCKOLDS DISTRESS pt5266 A CUCKOLDS DISTRESS pt5The meal over, Terry explained and set up the projector in the little used parlour, explaining to Micky how to go on, while Nan washed up Laughing that “she knew her place”He showed the little chap how to thread the film, and as soon as the curtains where drawn, and two of the family portraits lifted down from the screen area they all were sat comfortably, with Nan sandwiched between her two men on the old leather sofa that had been his parents, still fully dressed.On went the film. The credits gave the name of the Erotic film company of England, and whatever else Andy was he knew his job as a camera man, the film was steady and perfectly focused, unlike a lot of amateur films of the day.It opened in the dungeon doorway, Nan hooded by s black bag tied at the throat, stumbling into shot lead like a dancing bear by the rope round her wrists by the gigantic black. Micky grunted, “he`s a big lad!” which brought smiles to the other two, Nan saying “in all respects belive me!”Just as the huge black said “my dick is the biggest you will ever have had and it`s going to be stretching you soon…” micky took a quick look at his wife and as it dawn had just broken said “ah, so that’s why I didn’t get any that night! They held hands, it was a moment of complete understanding. The black, who Terry explained to Micky, was Philip, his partner in the film business, now lead the securely tied Nan forward clipping her wrist-rope into a hook dangling from the ceiling. With a whirl of an electric motor she was startled to find her arms raised till they were above her. both Philip and the camera standing for a moment or two, taking in the woman`s charms, the camera man missing nothing.`Philip¬ collected from an unknown hand a set of garden shears, approached the trembling body and opening the blade slid it up the right sleeve of the `T’ shirt, the steel blade sliding against her skin had her shuddering with naked fear, as the giant snapped the blades together and apparently the bra strap, the shirt and the bra strap fell away exposing her shoulder and allowing the support of her breasts to fall a little. There was the sound of indrawn breath from Micky, especially as the giant was now sliding the shears up the other arm-hole. Another snap, and the shirt fell away, but hung up on her bra like weed on a pier. Black fingers pulled the shirt forward at the waste, those shears slid up her belly and with a couple of loud snaps she stood in the dark skirt, stockings and the remains of the bra, the shirt being thrown away from the body with a casual toss described by, the ever-frugal Nan, as “pure waste!”The big stubby fingers now laid the shears aside, undid the bag and with a flourish, removed the thing throwing it after the shirt. Nan blinking in the unaccustomed light, her hair a little untidy and her face pale, showing her genuinely scared attitude. Her eyes rapidly took in her surroundings, a look of shock on her face that would have been difficult to fake.The giant Philip, made eye contact and the cold steel of the shears slid up between the cups of her bra, her face a picture of fear and a little defiance, as with another loud snap the bra fell in two revealing her stiffly erect very aroused nipples, mounted on a pair of very white 34d breasts that though beginning to sag, were very tidy. Both men on the sofa, groaned involuntarily at that point which made Nan smile with a smug satisfactionAt this point a naked youth came into shot, to Micky`s amazement, he eagerly caressed the woman`s breasts, almost as if he had never before handled such tender flesh, he hefted the things as if weighing them, he ran his fingers over the areolas, pinched the nipples , gently at first but with increasing strength, acting like a c***d in a toyshop, then at a command from off shot, he returned to the off shot area. Philip, stepped forward once more, and undid the belt of the skirt, allowing the item to fall round her feet, all eyes on the tiny lacey knickers and the hair poking through the lace. Philip smiled the turning gave the younger man his shears his rich brown voice saying, “your turn.” The lad bounced back into shot almost snatching the shears from the big fellow, which brought a smile to the ebony face, though it turned to concern as the lad ran the back of the open blade up the obviously frightened woman`s left panty leg, he tried to copy Philips easy cutting style, but he was not strong enough, just managing with difficulty to chew through the material. His determination showing on his face as he repeated the action on the other leg, this time with a more- slick result, the cloth falling away, his hand pulling it roughly from her with a flourish of triumph! The watching Nan commenting that the little shit had pulled out several pubic hairs canlı bahis as he did so!” causing the men to grin.Off shot could be heard a number of voices laughing and singing “happy birthday”!Then a voice told him to lower the lift and sit down for a moment. The lift whirred, and she was eased from her uncomfortable stance, though as soon as Philip released her, she found herself rapidly jammed into a pillory, Terry assisting the giant to position her head and wrists, before locking the top bar in place! Nan commenting that “that was a surprise, it was so sudden…”The camera crawled over her body, minutely displaying the unmarked skin, of the untouched body, now bent at a right angle, still in stockings and heals, the stockings supporting the belt now in two parts hanging from the suspenders, below her bottom rather than supporting the stockings as they should.The camera came to rest on her face, looking to say the least apprehensive, the shot taking in her face and over the pillory the length of her back, the young lad now stood with a black, menacing two- inch wide belt, the buckle wound round his hand, the leather trailing loose by his side.A waved hand told him to use the wicked looking strap and he braced himself raising his arm then with all his light weight behind it the leather swung and struck, by now she had been expecting it but had been unable to anticipate its arrival, her face transmitting the shock and pain as the belt struck home, It was followed by a rain of regular strokes, all as hard all as steady and painful. She moaned loudly, as each was delivered, knowing within a little when the stroke was due on her buttock just by the timing. She began to shake her head, and to cry. The camera moved round, from her tearstained face to the target area, livid red welts laced across the pale flesh, blue bruises, edged the regular stripes, each stroke landed now to a loud and pitiful howl, from the recipient. Tiny trickles of blood ran from places where each stroke crossed another, the whole area of the buttocks taking on a pink shade now her feet fidgeting with each stroke, the only outward display of her pain and discomfort.Suddenly she began to orgasm, Terry realising the signs, gave the boy another hand signal and the lad moved himself to her left shifting his target, and striking at her back, a red line instantly showing across her upper body as the belt bit once again, crack, crack, crack, red welts rising regularly, very evenly spaced for a novice , all down the length of her back, her screams echoing even more loudly in time with each strike.As her first big orgasm over-took her, face showed confusion not knowing if it was pain, ecstasy or agony, that had swept her into this orgasm.In the pillory her head shaking from side to side with the ecstatic agony of each stroke, it was that that wore the chafe at her neck.Suddenly the lad swung the leather hard to her horror and amazement in an upward curve across her breasts, to the joy of the men watching, agony shot up through her body in a way that had her screaming deafeningly, her legs rapidly jiggling with pure sexual agony! It was the last stroke, and he shed the belt, coming to her and nervously asking if he could “have her now please!”She was obviously sexually spaced out having just cum with the pain, she had received so she said, “why not!” and nodded.Nan watched her-self and said that “the pain had caused her to orgasm, and I felt sure the lad would screw me and not be hard on me, but though I hardly felt him I certainly felt Andy, and then you Terry, but when that big black bugger had me, my god the pain…”The film carried on, the boy screwing her though the camera hardly registered the boy having given her much feeling, her face at least hardly changed throughout his first use of her body!The camera cut for a moment while Terry was taking over the camera and Andy took the lads place, again the camera watched for her facial expression. Andy still dressed, opened his fly and his age and experience, plus his size, though not huge had her in an uncaring, rapid way.Her face registered some changes this time, and he filled her after just a few moments, removing himself and retaking the camera, so that Terry could take his place.Terry by now was naked, and she knew him from last time, so she had known what to expect, and the camera picked up the look of absolute ecstasy on her face as he thrust and thrust again a wave of sexual energy rushed through her, then his body collapsed over her back his arms surrounding her body and his hands finding her nipples. adding to the new orgasm, as he filled her in a really big fill of seed. They stayed together for a short while then he pulled out, and the camera showed the ravaged woman`s sex pouring seed from her like a waterfall, which dribbled down her bahis siteleri stockings. Her face now registered fear as she caught sight of her next lover, Philip, his massive size terrifying her, as he moved behind the pillory and out of her line of sight where she knew she would soon be in severe pain. His huge tip slowly found her slippery entrance, easing his massive way into her, steadily forcing her cunt to stretch open as never before, her face contorting as he opened her body wider, and wider, the pain of her welts long forgotten now, her violated sex becoming the centre of her world.She moved her feet, trying anything to ease the terrible pain deep in her belly as he began to thrust and retreat, slowly at first, then increasing the pace, her feet hardly touching the floor, her neck and wrists taking the weight of her shoulders and his dick and her sex carrying her hips, tears falling from her pained face as she screamed with each thrust,of his regular piston like movement. she was scared he would tear her, disable her, even kill her, her face showed every tiny emotion, she no longer cared, she was completely in the zone…it was without equal.each stroke battering at her insides like a hammer blow, His speed began to rise, driving her breath from her each thrust, her body like a rag doll limp, impaled, gasping and screaming with every thrust. It went on for minutes not seconds, though she was beyond time… As suddenly as he began, it was over, his balls tightening, cum, spewing into her overflowing body, stretching her belly painfully!Her orgasm was as massive as his and she was near to comatose. He, pulling out, un-plugging her, the cum splashing on her shoes, and the discarded skirt, dribbling down her still stockinged legs.The image faded, both men sporting massive hard-ons and the reel needing rewindingNan without comment, but blushing like a beetroot, made coffee while the boys sorted that film and fed the next into the machine.They took their places once more, coffee and fruitcake, taking the edge from the sexual tension in the room, Micky being nearest flipped the start switch and Terry shut off the room light once again.The credits gave the name of the Erotic film company of England once more and the title was A very wet Sunday.It was dated the year before, and the stars were, it said Fanny Wet, and Arthur Dayoff,The film itself showing a rain filled sky, panning down to a town-scene, after a bit of a look around the streets, it honed-in on a row of houses that Nan not only recognised, she knew now to be demolished!The interior shots she instantly recognised as a terraced kitchen, very like the one she had just served coffee from!The heroine, was a blousy lady dressed as a housewife, taking in a parcel on a wet day from the postman, his eyes fastened to her cleavage as she signed the form Mrs F Wet. Terry whispering that “she was his widowed sister!” adding “Cyril`s mum!”The postman was offered to have a coffee and to dry out a bit… within the next few frames, he was coffee in hand in front of her range, drying his jacket and drinking coffee, then she predictably made her move. Over the next ten minutes she had him on the hearth rug screwing like a rabbit, it was vanilla, and it was urgent.The tryst over, she sat as if dazed, saying her hubby was away all weekend if he fancied returning when he had no round to finish, and he dressed and departed, making arrangements for the Friday evening.So far it had been a pretty tame film, very predictable, and Nan had her hands in each mans respective fly as they watched just to keep herself occupied. The film jumped to the Friday and a man playing her hubby, (who Nan recognised as Andy,) suitcase in hand left the front door, kissed by his `wife’ said see you on Monday Milly and walked away.The next shot was the `postman’ arriving under an umbrella, it was just going dark and the rain was slatting down in jeans and a tea shirt, accompanied by a huge black chap, who Nan knew as Philip, ringing the doorbell. She, the housewife, appeared, then with an apprehensive glance at Philip, invited them in. things moved now to the living room, warm dry and cosy. They drank coffee and discussed why he had brought his mate along, ( he introduced him as Guy) saying “he had told Guy that she was `something special’” and that they were “going to stay over,” and that he thought he may need a `bit of a hand’ as he was “ok in bed, but his mate was better and as she was `a firecracker’ he may need a hand!”Guy, said little, just smiled, while she looked flattered, but eyed him apprehensively. She finally whispered “well…I have never had a coloured man, and they say there all hung like horses, so I`m a bit nervous, but if he promises to behave…I suppose it may be fun.Nan whispered that, “your sister would be down for a shock if bahis şirketleri she thinks he will be `fun’!” to which Terry laughed, saying “your joking, I`ve seen her under a horse before now, and she has taken Phil, a dozen times before, and loves it, believe me, she enjoys sex and the bigger the better!”The film now started to get more serious, the postman, appropriately named Pat, began to undo buttons on her dress, and she to kiss him, while releasing his belt. `Guy’ sat watching for a while as the clothes came off, Pat lay Milly back on the convenient table, and was quickly up her and at the old game, Guy, while she was distracted stripped off, his huge dong swinging free, as he stepped to the table and pulled her head over to face him. She had the good grace to manage to look shocked, before sucking him into her waiting mouth somewhat over eagerly!The two of them lasted perhaps a quarter of an hour before first Pat and then Guy unloaded into her, in Guy`s case a good cupful that threatened to drown the poor cow.They recovered at her fireside, discussing her fantasies, the men getting back their get up and go… Terry whispering that “on the film it was only ten minutes, but in reality, they had some chips, which Andy went and fetched from the shop in the next street!” Micky laughed, and Nan smiled, both still watching the film, Terry having seen it before, now caressing Nans breasts, teasing her nipples, while micky just sat glued to the screen and loving his wife`s grip on his toolMilly was explaining that “her husband was not into the more… well…extreme forms of sexual enjoyment which she loved. They asked her to be more specific, at least Pat did Guy had hardly spoken the whole film. (Terry explaining that he had had tonsillitis that week!)She reluctantly explained that she was into bondage, forced humiliation pain and pee, which had the men smiling broadly, and Milly blushing.Micky absent mindedly at that moment, slid his hand onto Nans bra, then was surprised a little to find another hand already in situe, he looked shocked then they all burst out laughing as he apologised……and it was his wife! A convenient rope appeared on the film and together the `star`s’ roughly tied the apparently reluctant and struggling Milly to the table-top flat on her back, her legs wide apart! The laundry peg-bag hung on the kitchen door came into play, each man now alternately added a peg at a time, each adding to the woman`s discomfort, first on the belly, pinching the skin into small heaps then adding the peg, labia next close a row close together each man working on his nearest lip, together they turned to her breasts, by now she was rolling her head about with the pain and desperately trying to stop herself from screaming,. Guy helped a little their by clipping one onto her lips, it was not a great help as her eyes began to water, and she moaned loudly, on the sofa by unspoken agreement, Terry was working now on his nearest breast and Micky his, Nan was still holding each mans tool but had slowed her strokes to a standstill as she became distracted both by the men`s ministrations and the film, which had her interest, never having tried the peg bag as a sexual toy. If Nan thought that a distraction, the next few frames were even more of a strange turn on. Guy, always a big cummer, worked his giant tool and as if by instruction it began spewing the content of his mighty balls over her face, the pegs on her lips, cheeks, up her nose, across her eyelids, in her hair, drenching her! She moaned, Pat was so turned on that as she tentatively opened her eyes, his own orgasm hit, again the eyes shut, seed spewing across his mates already drying grey paste. She spluttered, the lip peg flew off, and she moaned, grunting they were” dirty bastards”, and telling them “to wash it off…” the men exchanged glances then Guy laughed as his bladder began to flow, Pat being a gentleman using the great black tool as a firehose, directing the flow over her face, washing off the cum just as she had asked. Spluttering and coughing she lay cursing, as the big black dried. She shook her head, desperately trying to clear away his urine. To which he laughed, then reached out to Pat, led the postman`s cock to her lips and with his giant knuckles forcing her mouth open and his free hand holding her nose. Pat began running his own pee direct into her mouth. Laid as she was, secured with her head held tight she had no choice but to drink or drown, it was erotic to watch, but no doubt terrible to endure. The stream finished, her head lay back released, her desperately trying to breath. The men laughing, the credits rolled, and the film faded away, advertising part two…There was a moments silence, broken only by the tail of the film clattering as it rotated in the projector. Terry quick to snap the switch off, both men looking at Nan, as if to say… well… then as if they were mentally linked, they were up, and as one they moved to the kitchen, Nan clearing the table, Micky fetching a rope and Terry helping Nan from her clothes…

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