Chapter 14
Upon returning to the apartment Glinda and I had a serious one-sided
discussion on what was on the agenda for her during the rest of the weekend. She
never flinched as she heard that she needed lots of work in order to become the
kind of woman that men would want to seriously consider as a long term partner.
"The way to a man's heart is not through his stomach until you're married, have
a legal right to at least half his assets and have him totally pussy whipped.
The average guy is a prisoner of his dick, it runs his life until it's been
satisfied. If you can't make that little guy roll over and play dead he will
have your man out looking for better pussy than you are providing. You can take
that to the bank."
Glinda never uttered a word as I ran on and on about my theory of what a
woman needed to know in order to be successful in the battle of the sexes. As I
lectured her, a part of my brain was whispering, "You are so full of shit;
that's the reason for your brown eyes." Undeterred I continued my lecture,
watching her blue eyes blink occasionally while that all-world chest rose and
fell in rhythm with the words that tripped from my liar's tongue. My recent
experiences hadn't taught me any humility. My fall from grace would be quick and
very painful. There would be a lot more crow than pussy to eat in the coming
weeks. That being said, I proceeded to have the time of my life in the next day
and a half at poor Glinda's expense.
"OK young lady it's time I started to show you the ropes and maybe also
those handcuffs you liked so much. Now get naked and be quick about it!" I was
once more treated to the sight of that fabulous body being unveiled as she shed
her sweat suit and kicked off her designer sneakers. The urge to simply attack
her on the spot took hold and it required an effort of the will to resist.
"Spread those legs! I said spread them, wide, wider... Now get those
hands on the top of your head and hold that position until I return." She
complied without hesitation; this was going to be a fun day, at least for me. I
retreived the coils of rope that WooWoo had left in my care. I wondered if she'd
mind me putting them to use on another woman. That thought made me laugh to
myself. WooWoo had seemingly dropped me like a bad habit. What the hell did I
care about a few lengths of dumb rope? Plenty as I would discover in the months
to come.
For the first time since my dear tramp of a wife bought it, it was a
delight to see the simple but quite functional coffee table, now ready to be
used for something practical, holding Glinda helpless while she watched and
learned from the collection of smut that I had selected earlier. It took a while
before I had this farmer's daughter securely tied to the table, legs tucked
beneath it and bent to present her hairy pubes for my viewing pleasure. I'd put
a pillow under that fabulous ass in order to make getting to her goodies easier
and more comfortable for me. A second pillow cradled her neck so she could watch
the action without much discomfort. The only things that I wanted to be stiff
today were my cock and perhaps her nipples and clit. I popped the first tape
into the VCR, hit the start button and settled down on the couch which gave me a
clear view of my lovely captive and the televison screen.
The first tape was entitled "The Violation of Vicky Vlad". I thought it
rather unusual that the star of this lesbian fuck film had the same name as that
callous sheriff that had arrested Jill for public lewdness or some such
nonsense. I immediately forgot about it as the action began. Vicky and her much
younger partner began to go through their paces, licking and munching each
other's cunt, then progressing to mutual finger fucking, ass licking, and then
into a sixty-nine position for some serious labial lubrication. All these moves
were accompanied by a steady moaning and groaning from each lady. When they took
turns licking and then tongue fucking each other's asshole, I noticed that
Glinda's breathing had become a bit irregular. Her perfect breasts were rising
and falling erratically and she was squirming against her bonds, signs that
something was getting to her. Whether it meant something good or bad for yours
truly was not evident yet. I settled back and let things develop further.
The second half of the tape was a gang rape of Vicky Vlad by a small
army of young, angry lesbians who assaulted the helpless woman with a wide
variety of colorful dildos of all sorts of shapes and sizes, and vibrators
ranging from the small but powerful pocket rockets to an industrial strength
wheel vibrator that looked powerful enough to take the lips off Vicky's cunt. As
a nice change of pace Vicky was skewered fore and aft by two lesbians using
strap-ons while the others cheered them on, screaming out instructions and some
rather ugly wishes for additional things that might be done to poor Vicky. The
grand finale featured some simulated fisting of Vickys' tired and well stretched
cunt by a couple of the ring leaders who appeared to be playing the roles of
dykes. At this point Glinda let out a low mournful sound and started quivering.
I detected the slight scent of musk and realized that the tape had at last
gotten to her.
I quickly moved to the front of the coffee table and peeled back her
cunt lips which were wet and swollen. She began humping up against my hand,
desperately trying to get herself off. It was an amazing sight to see this
goddess totally in the throes of something new and powerful. I pushed a finger
into her soaking wet slot and wiggled it around as her hips whipped back and
forth and her body shook like a tree in a gale. Her nipples were hard as stone
and the flesh around them was pebbled. When I tweaked one she let out a gasp and
went off like a bomb. Her body nearly tore itself free of its bonds, which gave
a bit, but held. Obviously WooWoo knew her ropes. Glinda's eyes were open but
unfocused and she was drooling. Without thinking I parted her cunt lips and
captured her stiff clit between thumb and forefinger. I jerked the nubbin of
flesh from side to side and then stretched it to its limit. She bellowed and the
flow of salty slime that oozed from her twitching cunt increased dramatically.
She was having the mother of all orgasms and probably her first as well. It was
a scary sight to behold. I sort of felt embarrassed as if I was intruding on
something that was very private and personal. It was going to be a very
interesting day if this was just the overture.
The old Jon would have never taken advantage of the situation, but he
was fast receding into the past. Without further ado I sank my hard cock into
that oozing fuckbox and commenced giving her a major league pounding. She was so
wet I was surprised she even knew I was inside her. After a few preliminary
strokes to make sure my hard dick was properly seated I commenced drilling her
with a fervor that shocked me for a moment. Then my hands closed around her
stiff nippled tits and I concentrated on seeing how hard and fast I could do
her. I found myself staring into those vacant blue eyes as she began to grunt
and then match her movements to mine. Even though the bondage was getting in the
way of progress I kept driving in and out of her clutching channel, making her
body shake from the force of my assault. Without much warning my little buddy
began spurting deep inside Glinda, lauching an armada of wigglers into her
swampy birth canal. It was great! It was better than great, it was stupendous!
Glinda hadn't said one word during the entire time I was drilling her
out. That was not good. I gingerly uncoupled myself from her, allowing a few
million sperm to dribble from her swollen lipped cunt and join the mess that had
built up between her spread thighs. There was no doubt that the coffee table
would soon be a featured buy at the local thrift shop. "Well, game for another
video or would you rather suck my cock so I can fuck you some more?"
She was silent, her tongue running over her perfect lips, lips that I
soon hoped would be wrapped around my cock. This wasn't like me I thought. "Oh
yes it is big boy." the little man below piped up. It took only a moment to
start rationalizing my less than gentlemanly behavior. It was for her own good,
not my pleasure. ..A stiff dick has no conscience....She knew what she was
getting into.....This is a necessary part of her growth process.. Even what was
left of my former self wouldn't buy into this crap. Maybe what I'd just done was
revenge for her bad performance last evening. That one even made the new me
become nauseous. Finally I sighed and owned up to the fact that I was having a
hell of a good time tormenting this gorgeous sexy girl and looked forward to
making the top of her head lift off a number of times before I sent her home to
meditate and hopefully return for another lesson. I rubbed her heaving belly
affectionately, leaned over and said, "Want to see another tape?" She blinked
her eyes a couple of times and sighed. I interpreted that as a yes and popped in
a new tape.
This was one of those old New York City made jobs featuring the usual
cast of sexual acrobats doing what they did best. Included in the cast were two
Hall of Famers, one being Tina Russell, the most beautiful woman who ever did
porn. This fuck goddess would be dead before she was thirty from some pedestrian
illness having nothing to do with sex, drugs, or rock and roll. Also playing a
ditsy fuck maniac who sort of innocently wandered in and finished off the entire
male cast in some of the most hilarious sex ever filmed was Georgina Spelvin.
Georgina was literally a walk on into the business. She was in her mid thirties,
with an average body and a face you wouldn't look at twice. However this
housewife type had more sexual magnetism in her pinky than most of these
amateurs possessed in their entire bodies.
This was back in the good old days when pubic hair was in along with
natural tits, garish lighting, scratchy audio and some of the most inventive
plots ever produced in this tawdry business. In those days some of the
directors, who rarely got credits, thought they were actually making movies.
Bedroom Bedlam was a prime example of the times. I sat back and immersed myself
in the madcap adventures of this classic ensemble of part time hookers, wannabe
actors and actresses and people who were just in the business for the thrills
and fun it created in their lonely lives.
From the looks of Glinda, this one wasn't getting to her. During the
entire hour that this sexual roundelay played out its course the only sounds
that came from her were the sucking, squishing noises generated by her body
attempting to break free of the drying pool of liquid lust that evidently was
gluing her thighs and pubic hair to the surface of the table. " Oh well, one out
of two isn't a bad start" I thought as I went to get a wet towel to free my
visitor from this most embarrassing position.
"You'd have fit right in with those ladies." Glinda was not amused,
merely grunting as the wet towel dissolved some of the gunk that speckled her
thick pubic bush. "Want to take a break?" I asked. She gave me a tired smile and
nodded her head. What followed wasn't exactly a break.
We had another round, practicing our horizontal mambo movements. Glinda
was showing some improvement, no longer chewing on her lips while I searched for
the pool of oil that lay buried inside her. We swapped some spit and then once
more marched out to the living room for another tape session. This time I used
the handcuffs to keep her arms bent beneath the freshly wiped coffee table.
This little gem was entitled "Never a Tender Moment", a Mitchell
Brothers tape that starred Marilyn Chambers. It had been shot at their theater
located in San Francisco and showed Miss Chambers being bound, beaten, fisted
and sodomized with a dildo by two dominatrices. What made it special was it also
showed the aforementioned porn superstar discussing her feelings and the rush it
gave her to be abused in this way. Glinda had taken this one in with great
interest and the look on her face was priceless as Marilyn and one of the
dominatrices held a postmortem of their act in the dressing room.
Again she had the opportunity to practice her fellatio technique, but
Glinda once more refused to give into her darker side. Undeterred I decided to
satisfy one of my private fantasies, tit fucking, and for this one Glinda was
extremely well qualified. I dribbled some baby oil between those twin torpedoes,
slipped my stiff shaft in that moist valley and commenced burrowing between
those slippery, firm mounds of flesh while Glinda stared at what was being done
to her defenseless body. I should have felt guilty at taking advantage of her
situation but a stiff dick definitely has no conscience. The feeling was
intense, too intense. Whoever said sex is mental knew what they were talking
about. Within a few minutes there was a mixture of her sweat, the baby oil, and
my semen, now much depleted, becoming one within the valley of her hard nippled
breasts. There was a look on her face that was hard to interprete: part shock,
part puzzlement, part satisfaction and perhaps part realization. It is difficult
to explain why I grinned down at her. It was even harder to explain why she
grinned back at me.
A moratorium was in order after what had just occurred. Glinda soon was
free and we adjourned to the shower. She offered no resistance when I soaped up
her firm breasts and toyed with those superb nipples while mindlessly rubbing
the suds into her flawless skin. I was pleasantly surprised when her soapy hands
found my flacid cock and began lathering it up in more ways than one. My little
buddy had decided to take a nap after all the fun and games so it took Glinda a
few minutes to get him out of bed. By then we were kissing and seeing if we
could exchange bodies, our limbs entwining as the warm water cascaded down on
us. The next thing I knew I was sliding down her sleek, wet body, finally
kneeling to worship that slippery thatch of matted pubic hair guarding her cunt.
At first her body seemed to be rigid, unyielding, then Glinda's hands moved down
to my head and guided my face into that secret place. I don't remember too much
after that. All I can say is it was a magical moment, one I'd never forget
despite losing the details.
All this activity had given us an appetite for something other than sex,
namely fuel that might allow us to continue our sexual adventures. We ordered
out and after devouring a nourishing repast of thick crust pizza, Glinda
suggested another tape, but this time without the coffee table bondage. So we
curled up on the couch and watched a mid-ninties tape made by Bruce Seven, the
master of lesbian and anal action porn. This one covered the waterfront, ranging
from a mini-gangbang, through a lesbian threesome and ending with some over the
top anal action. Twice it was necessary to stop the tape because of extenuating
circumstances, to wit Glinda removing most of my clothing, such as it was, and
yours truly doing the same with her attire which consisted of one of my shirts
and a pair of those full cut panties that were her underwear uniform of the day.
I watched the last fifteen minutes of the tape under severe duress as Glinda's
right hand jacked my aching cock with slow teasing strokes while her left hand
fed me first one hard nippled breast and then the other once I'd slobbered all
over the first. I damn near got a stiff neck from trying to see over those
heavenly spheres she kept putting to my lips.
I'm human, my only excuse for losing control and spurting a rather
impressive amount of watery semen onto my chest and stomach. Glinda was
delighted to see that for the moment she had taken command. She giggled and
pointed at the evidence of her power before leaning over and licking up a few
drops from my chest. She smacked her lips and said, "It tastes like salty
mustard." I was speechless, my mind trying to make some sense from what had just
occurred. However my musings were quickly distracted by her fingers moving up
and down my chest and belly, rubbing the semen into my skin. " I've been told
that it's good for the skin. Do you think so?", she asked mischievously. I
mumbled something about taking a shower and she offered to scrub my back, an
offer no sane man would refuse.
Fresh from the shower we turned in for the night, but sleep was still
some time off. One thing led to another and she provided one more little
surprise, rolling up and onto me. "I want you to do all the work this time, just
like that guy in the movie we saw tonight." I quickly reran the tape at fast
forward in my mind, trying to find the particular scene to which she was
referring. There were a couple and in each case they ended in anal intercourse.
My hopes were up along with the little man, I called him Mikey in more private
moments, who began thumping against her belly, blindly searching for the path
that ran through that forest of pubic hair.
Glinda put me through the wringer in the next hour or so. She was in
control and made sure that I realized it. Her instructions were brief and barked
out like a drill sergeant to a raw recuit. " Harder, do me harder!.....No, I
said harder!... I want to feel that gut slapping against me."....."Pick up the
pace, don't dwadle, do me, do me!" I started to wonder whether we had looked at
the same tapes today; this little lady had turned into a tiger. For the record
that's a 400 pound pussy that eats you. I huffed and puffed and Mikey slipped in
and out of that hairy hole as fast as my body could propel him. Glinda certainly
wasn't providing any resistance, her cunt was warm, wet and form-fitting. The
fact that her perfect tits were bouncing off my chest and occasionally
suffocating me when she moved to get into a better position also was a
distraction that got in the way of progress. She finally gave me a break,
lifting her tight twat off my tired dick, doing a 180 and settling that heart
shaped ass down on my sweaty face, making sure that my nose was buried between
those superb cheeks. While I gasped for breath, her hand wrapped around my dick
and began to jack it with firm, slow, oh so slow, strokes. I stayed hard and
after a minute or two of this treatment she resumed her position, slipped Mikey
back into the tunnel of love and we commenced doing the nasty with renewed
enthusiasm.
On the next break she snuggled next to me and proceeded to kiss my cock
from base to tip, slobbering as she went. On her second pass she began to gently
bite my saliva coated prick, playing with it like a dog with a chew toy. This
was a little more than I was expecting and I teetered between joy and fear as
she kept nipping at my most precious natural resource. Once more she mounted up
and this time she put the spurs to me and just as my heart was on the verge of
leaping completely through my chest I heard the launch chief announce that "we
have ignition." It was a fine launch with no deviation from the flight plan. I
guess Glinda was satisfied as well since her cunt clamped a death grip on my
well traveled member all during launch. There was no pillow talk afterward, and
almost as if someone had flipped a switch I drifted off into a dreamless sleep.
I woke up tired the next morning. Glinda had damned near killed me. I
was almost afraid to look over at her for fear that she was awake and ready for
another close encounter of the exhausting kind. She got up while I was in the
kitchen working on my second cup of coffee. I heard her padding towards the
bathroom and steeled myself for whoever would show up this morning.
Private Glinda Garman was reporting for duty this time, a great relief
to yours truly. The tigress was once more a pussy,and a hairy one at that. Her
bush was so thick and dark that I could see it clearly through the crotch of her
granny panties, which was all she had on this morning. The tiredness that dogged
me was immediately banished by the sight of her fabulous breasts and bright
smile. I could hardly wait to tie her down to the coffee table and start giving
her some payback for last night. She was hungry for some odd reason and since
there was nothing of consequence in the refrigerator we dressed and departed for
a little place nearby that served a mean breakfast.
We returned at noon, and I suggested we take in another tape. She gave
me one of her breathless, little girl smiles and began to strip. It had the
makings of a fun afternoon. This time she got another chance to try out her new
handcuffs and soon she was neatly trussed up, ready to be sacrificed to the gods
of porn. The tape started and we settled down to watch one of the latest from
Joey S, a disciple of Stagliano, who in turn was tutored by the late, great
Bruce Seven, already represented yesterday. Naturally there was no way for my
lovely pupil to know this, but I dug that little tidbit of porn history anyway.
This tape contained all the fetishes that Joey doted on; bondage,
domination and submission, exotic costumes, very young looking girls and some of
the hottest boy-girl sex, with the emphasis on anal, being shot today. Unlike
your typical fetish tapes, his were well lit with traditional backdrops and
awesomely attractive women ranging from teens to those on the wrong side of 30
representing a welter of races and nationalities. It was almost surreal to watch
his cast of clean-cut men and extremely attractive women doing their thing in
bright sunshine or opulently furnished homes. The ladies did such bizarre things
as pitching softball, shooting hoops, ironing clothes, even wrapping each other
in tape and blindfolds. These creatures ruled his roost; simulating bondage
during sex by how they positioned their hands, wearing fantastic costumes, and
the young teens, all new to the business, dominating Joey, who seemed to spend
his time muttering the words, "Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god," almost like a
mantra as he kept introducing some of the freshest, most attractive women and
teens who ever did porn. I was very curious to see how Glinda would respond to
this type of off the wall material.
Nothing happened until the end of the second scene. Suddenly Glinda
announced in a very loud voice that she wanted me to fuck her silly, or
something like that. I was too stunned by this outburst to remember exactly what
I heard. Complying with this request proved to be a daunting task. Once was
definitely not enough for this young lady and she made it perfectly clear that
it would take quite a bit more stimulation of her private parts before she would
consider herself satiated for the moment. I didn't like to hear the words,
"'satiated" and "for the moment" in the same sentence. Then it hit me, how dumb
could I be. What about the pocket rocket I'd bought for her yesterday? Now if
only it had batteries. Unfortunately the little buzzer was barren of batteries,
but fortunately the inflatable dildo didn't need any.
I returned to my impatient prisoner and attempted to calm her down.
Despite that unruly forest of pubic hair, my tongue wormed its way into her wet
cunt, tasting my salty semen, and her juices. Glinda humped herself against my
face, trying to get my head inside that hot wet channel. It was time to fill up
that squeeze box. Her eyes got big when she saw the rubber toy in my hand. She
was so wet that it slipped easily into her hot box. I found her stiff clit and
began to strum it with my thumb while my other hand began to pump up the dildo.
Initially there was little reaction from Glinda. Then her body stiffened and her
legs began to shake as I continued to inflate the dildo. Her eyes popped and her
breathing changed to a pattern of gasps as I paused to let her twat adjust to
the size of the invader. She sighed and shifted her hips as much as she could,
considering her bonds. "I want it bigger. Stretch me!" The way she said it was
more like a command rather than a request.
I squeezed her hot button and pulled it free of its hood, as I said
"You want it big, I'll give you big." As the dildo expanded still more, her cunt
lips began to narrow. I could see part of the black rubber bulb beginning to
bulge out from her cunt. Her breathing was becoming more ragged, and a sheen of
perspiration started to coat her goose-bumped flesh. Her nipples were starting
to swell and stiffen as her fuck box strained to accommodate the ever expanding
rubber ball lodged deep within her.
It was damned near impossible to pump any more air into the dildo. I
paused to let my hand rest and watched her body begin to thrash against its
bonds. Her fat clit felt like a marble, solid with blood and twitching nerve
endings. Abruptly she went off like a breaching whale, her sweaty body
convulsing madly against the ropes that held her fast, her head slamming up and
down against the pillow that supported her neck, and a sound issuing from her
gaping mouth that made the hair on the back of my neck stand up. This my friends
was a full blown, adult sized orgasm.
To make a long story short, that was that. When Glinda returned to earth
she discovered she had pulled some muscles and had developed a severe headache,
probably from beating her head against the coffee table while she was climaxing.
I was almost in a panic, worried that my boorish behavior might have caused her
discomfort. It took a few minutes to free her from her bonds and get her
comfortable. She waved off my apologies, gave me a teary smile and announced
that she wanted to go home. We never did see the rest of the tapes, but upon
returning to my apartment after seeing her home I discoverd that the tape we
were watching and my favorite German video were both missing.
