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Wayward Wife's Punishment

Chapter 34

                               Wayward Wife's Punishment


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                                             Lex Ludite


                                                                                     Chapter 34




       Despite the long day and my skirmish with Lilith L this evening, I still had enough nervous energy left to surprise myself and her when it came to pillaging her opulent body. Perhaps it was the handcuffs or just spending so much time assisting one female in doing substantial damage to the other, but I felt a bit left out of things. So what was a fella to do when given the opportunity to do anything within reason to his boss who seemed to be looking for someone to take her down a peg or two just for the thrill of it. I'm sure the story of her initiation into the cheerleader squad had a great deal to do with what I might manage to get away with doing to my helpless victim this cold winter night.




       For some crazy reason I decided to step up to the plate, in a manner of speaking, and take my best swings. When I answered her loaded question by stating that half and half sounded good to me, there was a brief intake of breath on her part. I was warned not to make a pig of myself, but I pressed on despite the veiled threat. The story about her initiation obviously left a lot to be desired, or was it imagined. I decided to see how much I could squeeze out of her, while at the same time thoroughly enjoying the use of her plumpish body that was so fetchingly presented to me, thanks to the light from the window that illuminated our tableau.




       Lilith grumbled a bit and even issued an unladylike grunt as I clambered onto her bare body and situated myself so she could begin getting Mikey into fighting shape, not to imply that the little rascal wasn't just a few heartbeats away from readiness. I couldn't resist telling her to open her mouth and say ahh, as if I were a doctor checking her health. When she went along with the joke I became bolder. The next thing I knew Mikey was halfway down her throat, doing a good job of impeding the flow of air into her lungs. I could see her eyes getting big as she discovered that breathing had become a chore, not something one wants to realize in the dead of night while she's relatively helpless and at the mercy of someone she really doesn't know all that well.




       I pulled back quickly and let her regain her composure. She took a couple of deep breaths and needled me, claiming I didn't have the killer instinct when it came to dominating and controlling women. Perhaps she was correct, after all what was I; just a cuckold when it came down to it. Sure Jill, my wayward wife, was suffering grieviously for her sins and offenses, but still in all she had taken me for a ride and almost gotten away with it. What if she didn't have a sister who was happy to get a chance to even up some old scores? The more I thought of it, the angrier I got with myself. Unfortunately there was Lilith Landry, naked and available for me to vent my frustrations. I'm not exactly thrilled by some of the things I did to that woman during the next few hours, but she certainly was a willing accessory to the crime.




       Lilith had quite a set of major league breasts, and there they were, ripe for the picking, or should I say "tunneling". Despite all I had experienced since leaving Jill to the tender mercies of her sister, I still thoroughly enjoyed the excitement generated by running my hard cock back and forth through a buxom woman's cleavage. So it became item number one on my to-do list for the evening. Lilith initially joined the party by arching her neck so that I finished in her warm, wet mouth. That made things even better and I really went to town. In fact I made a pig of myself and paid the price, leaving a trail of warm seminal fluid starting at her lips and ending in a pool that collected between her hard nippled breasts. Once I went off, it was great for perhaps ten seconds or so. This was immediately followed by that empty feeling, which evolved into the realization that I had committed a major faux pas. I had insulted Lilith Landry, my paramour for the moment, as well as she who held my livelihood in the palm of her hand, and left her high and dry, so to speak.




       "Well, I guess it beats sleeping on a wet spot for the rest of the night........just barely" You talk about looking for a place to hide. There I was with my bare face hanging out and that traitor, Mikey, doing his best to shrivel up and disappear, leaving me to face the wrath of my boon companion. I cringed at her words and the way she used that little pause before she stuck the knife between my third and fourth ribs and twisted it back and forth. Lilith continued to mutter to herself and shift her body from one position to another while I just sat back on my heels staring down at her glistening tits that looked kind of sexy in the moonlight. She certainly had been baptized. In fact it looked as if I had used the entire contents of the holy water font in christening those big beauties. I guess my lack of reaction to her barbed tongue got under her skin just a wee bit and so she launched into another diatribe.




       "Do something you damned fool! Here I am covered with cum and all you can do is sit there with your tongue lolling out as if you were a dog who just got finished with his bitch. What do you intend to do next, lick your balls and curl up for a nap? I want you to clean up this mess you've made, and be quick about it!"




       That got me out of my self induced trance, but what happened afterward shocked the hell out of both of us. The gang that lived upstairs in my skull held their collective breaths as I bent down and began massaging my cum into those big firm bags, every so often tweaking her thick, rapidly stiffening nipples. She was speechless, a sign that perhaps she thought I had taken total leave of my senses. This thought had two results.




       First and foremost it scared her somewhat to realize that here she was, stark naked, hands cuffed behind her back and at the mercy of a man who she hardly knew. Worse still, she and he had spent the better part of the day humiliating and tormenting another member of her sex, treating their victim like she was some lower form of life. Perhaps he had lost his ability to differentiate between her and the other one who was freezing in a room not far from this place.




       In contrast to that scenario was one that featured those dark sinful images that sometime flashed across her mind when she knew she was treating her partner with disdain and secretly wishing that he would shed his inhibitions and give her what she truly deserved and deep within actually wished for. Cactus Jack was the one man who had discovered and unlocked her secret wishes, doing something about them. Before and after she hated him for it, but in between he assumed god-like power over her and she reveled in her misery, frightened that it would never end and yet praying that it would continue until she and he merged as one. Was this rough and yet very stimulating mauling she was getting a hint of what was to follow as she lay there helpless and almost against her will getting wet, very wet. God help her if he discovered that! Then she was doomed to an night of utter degradation, and she could hardly wait for it to begin!




       Naturally I was so preoccupied with playing with Lilith's most impressive mammary glands, that I was unaware of what was going through the lady's mind. However even I, the deformed assistant  (I believe his name was Igor), to the mad doctor could not help but detect certain signs that indicated that my mistress was not all that irritated by my current actions. It became noticeable every time I tweaked her nipples; they were getting fuller and harder. Her breathing was altogether different as well, much more rapid. Then there was all the noise Lilith was making under her breath, gasping and hissing whenever I yanked a little harder than normal on her swollen nipples, or twisted them slowly. Finally I took the bull by the horns, or in this case her tits by the nipples and began lifting them from her chest wall. She arched her back to prevent me from initially having my way with them, so I just pulled them a bit harder and lo and behold I got the first direct indication that I was on to something.




       "Give them a good twisting you ninny! They won't fall off!" Mikey came out of his coma and the gang gave me a round of applause. I in turn followed my leader's order to the letter, putting a maximum effort into seeing just how much those nips could stretch. She grit her teeth and hissed like a snake getting ready to  strike. Damn this was fun!




       "You sir are no gentleman, thank goodness....Oh, that hurts!.....Don't you dare stop now you bastard!.......Make it hurt more....You can do that, can't you?" The more the lady babbled, the harder I worked at briefly deforming her breasts. In a way, there wasn't much difference between Lilith and JJ, and considering what we'd done to JJ, this was sort of a strange form of payback. How crazy was this, that in a sense yours truly was acting as my enemy's surrogate when it came to dishing out some pain and suffering to her enemy. I hate to admit it, but I really enjoyed being in control of this powerful, demanding woman, even if for just a few minutes. As it turned out, it was more like a few hours and a good time was had by all, at least I know I did.




       Without giving it too much thought, I offered one of my sticky fingers to Lilith so she could suck it clean. She wrinkled her nose and moved her head away from the offending digit. Being deceived by my own false pride into believing that there was no fight left in her, I persisted and she nearly took off my finger at the first joint. Once I recovered from the shock of her attack I set about making my helpless captive pay for her temerity. That was when the lady gave up her dirty little secret; she was more than just a little wet down below. Now that was something to use to my advantage. So instead of diddling Lilith in order for her to reach a state she had long since passed, the challenge was to use her current state to my advantage.




       Mikey was still an undetermined number of minutes from full readiness, and I dared not try to utilize her to speed up the process considering what almost had happened to my finger. Then it struck me, if she was so ready, why not substitute my hand, or more properly my fist, and see how far it could travel up her birth canal. I knew that Lilith had not had the pleasure of giving birth, so this might be something worth experiencing. It took my boss a little time before she realized my intention. She told me in no uncertain terms that my assault on her person would result in extremely serious consequences for me in many ways. It was at that point that I had an epiphany of sorts.




       Despite all my adventures since realizing that my wayward wife had been cheating on me regularly, I still had yet to redefine myself. I was still passive, a chip on the wave, moving wherever it took me. I was turning into an action junkie and that was not good for a person like myself who already spent way too much time in introspection. What the devil did I want from my own life? It was getting tiresome to just be part of other people's lives. It seemed that all I ever did was act as some conduit for forces that I hardly understood. What was going on here was just another example of the passive side of Jon Ellison. All this took place in a matter of a few seconds, and I know that Lilith had no idea that she was occupying ground zero.




       My boon companion put up quite a struggle for a time. Unfortunately the handcuffs really cramped her style and there was the matter of those very vulnerable breasts that she was unable to protect from my flanking movements. However the battle ended once I managed to put a choke hold on her. Nothing like the feel of an arm bar as it slowly flattens your trachea to get one's attention. That and the threat of gagging her made Lilith a bit more tractable. Let me tell you that fisting is not something to be taken lightly. I remember watching my brother-in-law work his big fist up my wayward wife's vagina. He broke a sweat while entering her tunnel of fun and then really had to put some muscle behind it to make any progress up her dry, tight channel.




       To my amazement and delight, Lilith made no attempt to resist as I started pushing one finger after another into that warm, very wet grotto. She gave a little gasp and wiggled her hips to get into a better position to accommodate my intrusion. Getting the first four digits fully inserted proved to be no problem whatsoever thanks to her abundant spending and ability to relax her muscles. I couldn't help but inquire if all was well with her and she hissed back for me to stop fooling around and get on with it.  Then it dawned on me that Lilith had probably been used this way fairly regularly by her cheerleading companions, and thus this was nothing new to her. That took away some of the zing I'd been getting as I worked diligently to force my fist into her vagina, to use the correct technical term.




       Forming a fist was another story; her snapper held my fingers together with force that was amazing.  I found that by trying to spread them, it was possible to loosen my companion's death grip somewhat. After repeatedly spreading my fingers and rocking my wrist from side to side, she gave enough for me to close my hand into a semi-fist. Now the fun began. Lilith began breathing harder and shifting her body to allow my fist to start moving deeper into her tight channel. With my free hand I poked around until I located that fat hot button hidden at the top of her stretched vagina. She grunted and gasped as I groped my way to that nubbin of flesh to begin adding to her stimulation, figuring that she would get even looser once her mind was distracted by what was happening to her clit.




       Things were going according to plan, and my fist was gaining more and more territory as it inched up her canal. Then without any warning she went off like a sky rocket and that tight, wet pussy clamped down on my arm like a vise. She did some moves that covered every possible dimension and let out a shrill scream that sounded almost like an air raid siren as it warbled, gaining in volume with every passing second. It all happened so quickly that I was just pulled along for the ride. Lilith Landy, my boss and coconspirator, was in the throes of a fairly impressive orgasm. There was little to do except accompany her on this wild journey which lasted for some time and resulted in a series of tremors that raced through her body and my imprisoned limb as well. All things, good and bad, ultimately come to an end and so it was with Lilith's orgasm.




       While she slowly recovered her equilibium, I took the opportunity to free that portion of my arm as well as my still clenched fist from her tight tube of flesh. It made a soft popping sound as it was released and brought a short giggle from her. I gave a sigh of relief that she seemed to be in a better mood than previous to her little journey to another world or was it dimension. Further proof came when she asked me if I'd like her to lick her spendings from my fist. To be more accurate she used the words "suck my cunt cream off your hand", which was not exactly the kind of vocabulary I was expecting from my employer. Despite my misgivings I presented my slimy hand to her, hoping that my interpretation of her offer as a form of peace offering was accurate and not just a ruse to accomplish what she had failed to do previously.




       Mikey came to attention and saluted as Lilith's wet tongue curled around my sticky fist and got very busy lapping her juices off my skin as if she was a cat having a bowl of milk, or was it cream. Although it was a very enjoyable few  minutes, I was in a stew trying to come up wth a proper response to her capitulation. Mikey wan't helping matters by repeatedly voting for a major shagging in lieu of flowers or any other expression of my happiness that she was allowing me to stay alive. Ultimately I hoped that we would swap some bodily fluids, but as in most endeavors, the timing was critical. There would be only one chance to redeem myself for the evening, and a full frontal assault did not sound like the proper choice under the circumstances, since I had not yet established myself as her equal, despite how I felt about myself.




       I've never been able to figure out the rationale I used to justify going down on L-squared once she finished her repast. Perhaps it was my peace offering, I'll never be able to sort it all out, but it carried the day, or in this case the rest of the evening. My move took her completely by surprise and she gave a pretty good impression of a woman in a coma for what seemed like a very long time. The only thing that kept me going was the growing amount of salty fluid she was dribbling on my tongue and the increase in the musky aroma that rose from her well maintained vulva. To paraphrase an old saying, "All women cum to he who has a tireless tongue and some adequate technique." Lilith gave it up with a very loud groan and a thrust of her pubic mound that nearly suffocated me. Somehow I rode out the storm that followed by holding tight to her voluptuous body as she breached and breached again like some leviathan from the depths of the ocean.




       "Cheated death again" I thought to myself. It was then that something gave way deep inside my mind, sending the rabbit in me scurrying for safety and releasing this other creature that had been poking and snuffling around inside my head for longer than I wished to admit. Here I was in bed with a very well built woman who had an itch worth scratching and a quirky or was it kinky side that was aching to come out and play. I'd just finished her off with some fairly decent pussy eating and prior to that I'd had my fist where only a few brave or kinky folks had been before. If this was a meal, I'd only had the soup and the salad. No more rabbit food and the like for this carnivore.I  was about to tear off a nice piece of ass in almost the literal sense of the word.




       Lilith yelped when I slapped her on the hip and ordered her to turn over. My unexpected physical assault had interrupted her reverie, broken the afterglow, so to speak. When I whacked her a little harder the second time and reminded her that she was in a rather vulnerable position there was a sharp intake of breath from my bedmate. "You'll pay dearly for this when I'm free" she threatened. When I replied that one more word would get her fanny tanned but good, she muttered and turned over.




       Mikey was cocked and at the ready. I pulled her pale cheeks apart and ran the head of my litte man up and down that deep crevice formed by her meaty buttocks. She tensed her buns as she felt Mikey exploring this new territory, and so I slapped her smartly, once on each cheek and whispered for her to relax, this wouldn't hurt at all unless she tried to resist. In spite of the gravity of the situation, I  could not help recalling that great line from Star Trek when the Borg says "Resistance is futile, you must be assimilated", and that's exactly what happened next to Mikey. The lttle rascal began his headfirst entry into that dark mysterious tunnel as I pushed my hips forward and did a modified pushup upon my prey.




                                                                     ( To be continued )


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