Carol's Weekend 1 (M/f/m, various)


Carol's Weekend (Part One)

'So how was your game last night' she asked brightly as Ian came into the
kitchen.  Without replying he walked over to the coffee percolator and poured
himself a cup before turning to face her, his buttocks resting against the work
surface.

'OK' she said, laughing 'so how much did you lose. £50, £100.  More?'

His gaze induced a little flutter of concern in her stomach as he slowly sipped
his coffee.

'Rather more than that I am afraid' he said quietly.  Dropping his eyes to the
floor he mumbled something that she could not catch.

'How much' she queried, her tone hardening a little.

'I lost you' he said quietly, unable to look at her.

'What on earth do you mean, you lost me' she replied, her voice tinged with
nervous humour.

'It was the last play of the night' he said 'I had an incredible hand and the
betting just kept going on and on, but I knew I couldn't lose so I just kept on
going.  Eventually it was just me and Frank left and the pot was massive.  I
ran out of money and the rules state that you may not borrow from anyone around
the table.  Anyway Frank said that he would offer me ten thousand against you'

Carol stared at him disbelievingly, too horrified almost to hear the outcome,
yet knowing it already.  'And you lost' she whispered.

'Four tens to his four queens' replied Ian.  'I couldn't believe it'.  'Anyway
I told Frank that I would deliver the cash to him today but he just looked at
me as if I had gone mad and told me that the bet had been you not £10,000.'

'And if I don't go to him, you lose the contract, is that it?' Carol finished
for him.

Ian shook his head, miserably.  She watched the tears roll down his face and
turned her gaze away from him not because she was ashamed to see her husband
cry but so that he could not guess at the flutter of excitement that coursed
through.

For several minutes there was absolute silence before Carol dared to speak.

'What conditions am I supposed to accede to' she asked in a firm, businesslike
tone.

Ian started to tell her that they would not go through with it but she cut him
short, asking again what the conditions were.

'We are supposed to go and stay with him at his house in the country next
weekend and he will have total control over us for 48 hours.'

'I see' said Carol and stood and left the kitchen.

In the bedroom, alone, she stood in front of the mirror and opened her bathrobe
letting it fall to the floor.  She appraised herself in the looking-glass and
was proud of what she saw.  A lean, well-proportioned body with firm breasts, a
flat stomach, long athletic legs at the juncture of which lay her hairless
pussy.  Staring at herself she reached down and touched her slit and as she
knew it would be, felt the wetness on her prominent lips.

So Frank is going to fuck me, eh?' she thought.  And smiled.

That evening she waited until Ian had settled in front of the TV before she
entered the room and stood in front of  him.

'I will go through with this' she said in a tone that begged no interruption
'on one understanding.'  

'You chose to value me in a bet at ten thousand pounds with no regard for me. 
Well I will do whatever Frank wants with no regard for you, because I want to. 
Neither you nor any man could force me to settle your bet against my will but
in my settling it you will pay dearly for having treated me this way.  Do you
understand'  looking down at her husband she saw him nod miserably before she
turned and left the room.

On the Tuesday evening the phone rang during the morning.  Carol picked up the
receiver and was surprised to find that it was Frank.

'Before you say anything Carol will you please listen to what I have to say' he
said in a calm tone.

When she did not reply he spoke once more.  'Ian has told me that you have
agreed to settle his outstanding debt to me but if you say to me now that you
do not wish to then I will say no more and further I shall not cancel the
contract with him.'

There was a pause of several long seconds before Carol replied.  'I will clear
the debt' she said simply.

'Wonderful' Frank said calmly 'then I require you to do the following.  Get a
pen and paper and jot this down so that you do not forget'

Her heart pounding she cradled the phone between her ear and shoulder and wrote
down exactly what he said.  When he had finished speaking she said goodbye and
set the phone down.  She looked down and self-consciously pulled her finger
from her soaking pussy, fascinated by the fact that it was there in the first
place.

Aroused beyond belief and amazed at her reaction she walked over to the fridge
and opened the door.  Reaching inside she took out a small cucumber and sinking
to the floor she opened her robe, spread her legs and slid the vegetable deep
into her sopping cunt.  Minutes later she lay on the floor of her kitchen,
gasping for air as the dark, green phallus slipped from her engorged lips. 
Rarely had she experienced such an intense orgasm.

Friday arrived with the inevitability of every other day and after Ian left for
work Carol packed their cases and set about preparing herself for the events
that lay ahead.

When Ian returned she had everything ready and after a quick snack they loaded
the car and drove the two hour route to Frank's weekend retreat.  As their car
crunched noisily over the gravel they both saw Frank open the door of the large
house and wave to them.  Stopping the car they both got out and after initial
greetings were done they unloaded the car and followed their host into the cool
hallway.

'This way' Frank commanded them, calmly, yet with an air that was not easy to
disobey as he led them up the flight of wide stairs to the first floor. 
Opening a door on his right Frank stood back and allowed Ian who was behind him
to enter.

'Give me Carol's suitcase, Ian' he said quietly.  There was a short pause
before Frank repeated the statement, an edge of hardness entering his voice. 
Unable to look at him Ian handed over Carol's case.  Stepping back into the
hall Frank stretched out his hand, inviting Carol to proceed down the hall. 
Without looking at Ian she did as she was invited.

'Here we are' said Frank stopping and opening a door that gave onto a
gloriously decorated master bedroom, dominated by an enormous bed.  Stepping
past her he placed the case on a table against one wall.  'I will see you in 30
minutes downstairs' he said smiling warmly at her 'you will not speak to Ian
from now on without my express permission, nor will you touch him or allow him
to touch you in any way.'

Carol let out her breath as the door closed behind him and surveyed the room
and its furnishings before she opened her suitcase and found some space in the
wardrobe to hang her clothes.  She stared at the large, sealed brown bag that
lay at the bottom of the case and picking it up placed it on the centre of the
bed before finding the en-suite bathroom and freshening herself up.

Meanwhile Frank was standing in front of Ian in the guest bedroom.  'Remember,
Ian, that I own both of you for the next forty-eight hours.  You will do
exactly as I say at all times and without hesitation.  You know the
consequences should you or Carol fail me in any way.'

As Ian nodded his head Frank took in the noticeable bulge in Ian's trousers and
smiled to himself.

Carol found her way to the large drawing room exactly on time to discover Frank
sitting at a desk writing while the strains of a Puccini opera floated softly
through the room.  Looking up at her entrance he smiled warmly and beckoned her
over to him.  She came and stood before him and closed her eyes as she felt his
hands rest on the outsides of her thighs.

Slowly he raised her short summer frock until her high cut white panties were
fully displayed to him.  Gently he massaged the round, taut cheeks of her arse,
watching intently as the fabric of her knickers stretched tightly over her
pudenda, perfectly outlining her shaven lips.  Ever so slowly, under his
careful massage, a small dark spot started to grow on the fabric.

Behind her Frank saw Ian enter the room and stop abruptly as he saw the
powerfully built man caress his wife's perfect buttocks.

'Go outside and return in five minutes, Ian' ordered Frank.  Ian hesitated only
briefly before he turned and left the room.

'Carol, please kneel down and take out my cock' he said calmly 'and then if you
would be good enough to suck it for me please.'

Carol sank, trancelike, to her knees and reached forward to draw the zip of his
trousers down.  Reaching into his pants she seized his cock and released it,
unable to resist the little gasp that came as she saw the size of his
semi-erect member.  Grasping it by the base she lifted the heavy head to her
mouth and slid her lips over it.

Almost immediately she felt his tool begin to stiffen and grow as she ran her
mouth up and down it's length, twirling her tongue around its sensitive tip. 
She squirmed slightly as she felt her pussy spasm and release a trickle of
moisture into her rapidly dampening panties.

Ian was reasonably hung but Carol revelled in the sheer size of Frank's cock,
longer and thicker as it was.  She felt Frank's hands slide under her arms and
gently lift her off her knees.  Her mouth lost contact with is prick and she
frowned inwardly.  She had expected to suck his beautiful cock for a while
more.

'Take your panties off Carol' he told her 'and place them on the edge of the
desk.'

Carol did as she was told, secretly revelling in the now large, wet patch that
clearly showed on the white cotton.  Carefully she placed them on the top of
the desk before turning back to Frank once more.  Grasping her waist he pulled
her towards him and she felt the engorged knob of his manhood prod between her
glistening lips as he raised her skirt from behind.

Gently yet firmly he drew her down and she moaned as she felt him stretch her
wide, driving his cock deeply into her until she was sitting astride him.

'Stay perfectly still' he said quietly as he arranged her skirt demurely over
her thighs so that it was impossible to see anything untoward in their
position.

At that moment Ian returned and Frank swung the office chair around until the
pair of them faced him as he stood uncertainly in the doorway.  'Sit in that
chair, Ian' said Frank motioning to an armchair directly in front of them.

Silently Ian did as he was told.  Carol watched her husband sit down, his eyes
flickering between the floor and the united couple in front of him.  Abruptly
he saw her panties on the desk and Carol distinctly saw his cock twitch in his
trousers as he realised the full situation.

The faintest of moans escaped her lips as she felt Frank's cock pulse strongly
in her cunt and her urge to rise and fall on his prick was almost intolerable
yet his hands held her waist firmly, resisting her attempts to move the monster
between her lips.

Then suddenly he moved in her, pulling her effortlessly upwards before letting
her fall back onto his slick tool.  Carol tasted blood as she bit her lip. 
Pain and ecstasy mingled for her as he drove his cock deeper into her than she
had ever had one before.  Again and again she felt herself rise and fall and
she leaned forward slightly, resting her hands on her knees as his giant cock
filled her soaking passage.

She opened her eyes as she heard Ian grunt and saw him shift uncomfortably in
his chair, his trousers tenting at the front.

'See how your husband loves to see his beautiful wife get fucked by a proper
cock' exclaimed Frank with a touch of amusement in his voice.  Sure enough as
Carol watched she saw a stain spread on the front of his trousers and realised
that her husband had just ejaculated.  A small tinge of compassion for her
husband was swept away as Frank hauled her down once more onto his cock.

On and on he pounded into her, seemingly oblivious to the sensations she knew
her tight cunt must be producing for him and still she heard his breathing
steady and normal until all sound for her was drowned out in the scream of 
ecstasy she uttered as wave after wave of climax swept over her.  Frank held
her tightly as she shuddered and trembled on his lap, feeling her juice spurt
out from her plugged cunt to dampen his thighs.

Without effort he lifted her off him, his prick exiting her with a lewd sucking
sound that carried clearly to Ian.

'Take your clothes off Ian and your delectable wife will clean you' Frank
ordered and watched as he stood and discarded his garments until he stood naked
in front of his kneeling wife, droplets of come matting his pubic hair to his
groin.

When you have finished with Ian join me on the terrace outside Carol.  Ian you
may go to your room.'  With that Frank tucked his wilting prick into his
trousers and left through the french windows.

Ten minutes later Carol joined him as he leaned over the balcony.  'Thankyou
Frank' she said simply.  He turned and smiled at her then looked out over the
beach and the people who passed before them.

Ian watched them from his window as they stood close to each other, talking. 
His emotions lay in tatters realising just how much it had turned him on to see
his wife ride that big prick.  Incredible.

As he watched he saw Frank's hand slide down Carol's shapely back and rest for
a moment on her covered behind but it stayed still only for a moment or two
before pushing the fabric up over her waist to expose her beautiful, firm
buttocks.  Ian realised that anyone glancing from the beach towards them must
be able to see his wife's bare pussy and the thought swelled his rapidly
hardening cock still further.

He was fully hard when, after dipping his forefinger into Carol's wet cunt,
Frank slid it forcefully into her anus causing her to cry out at the pain and
arousal of its entry.  Slowly and casually his finger wormed in and out of her
as she struggled to control her breathing.

Supporting herself on the balustrade, Carol felt her knees weaken as her breath
began to come in little pants.  The sensations he was inducing in her were
breathtaking and she kept biting her lip to suppress her moans, acutely aware
that any loud noise would undoubtedly draw attention to them from the passing
people not thirty yards away on the beach.

Very soon Carol shuddered into another orgasm, not so intense as before but
nonetheless very pleasurable.  Once she had recovered she straightened up and
announced that she needed the lavatory.

Frank smiled at her, his finger still hooked in her arse.  'By all means,
Carol' he said with a broad smile.  As she turned to go his finger bent a
little in her arse and she stopped abruptly.  'Here' he said.

Carol turned slowly and looked into the man's eyes.  She could not believe that
he had said that and there was no way that she was going to pee there on the
balcony for anyone to see but his eyes held hers steadily and she felt her
resolve ebb away as she realised that he was perfectly serious.

Some minutes later Ian sprayed his watery spunk onto the window as he saw his
wife release her stream where she stood.  Once more the pure eroticism of the
situation had proved too much and control had deserted him.

Downstairs Carol closed her eyes as she felt her hot liquid fall from her legs
to splash around her ankles.  Despite herself she felt so highly charged that
she wondered if she was going to pass out.  Her nipples ached to be released
from the confines of her dress and her clitoris seemed almost to be vibrating
of its own accord so sensitive was it.

Pulling her around in front of him, Frank turned his back on the beach and
opened his zip.  Despite the fact that his body obscured her as he pushed her
to her knees Carol had never felt so lewd in all her life.  Here she was about
to go down on a practical stranger in broad daylight, within calling distance
of perhaps ten people.

Not even a whore would take a risk like this she thought to herself as she
engulfed his fat cock in her willing mouth.  She knew though that her pussy was
practically on fire with this new feeling and despite herself she was
unbelievably aroused.

Reaching up she began to pump his cock with her small hand as she worked her
tongue frenziedly around his shaft.

As if reading her mind Frank suddenly spoke 'Suck it you tart.  Take my cock
all the way in like a £100 whore.'  Carol renewed her frenzied attack on the
head of his cock as the words tumbled over her.  Recognising the lack of malice
in the abuse did nothing to alleviate the added thrill it gave to the
situation.

'That's it slut, suck my cock' he continued 'taste it you fucking whore'  again
and again he used the words and each time seemed to have more effect than the
last until Carol's cunt juice was flooding down her thighs as her hand rubbed
hard at her clitoris.

Just as she came she felt him shudder.  'Do not swallow' he said clearly before
firing an incredible amount of hot cum into her aching mouth.

Despite his order she had to swallow a little while more squeezed around the
edge of his prick and rolled down her cheeks.  Pulling his cock out of her he
dragged her limp body to her feet and kissed her lips before moving behind her
so that once more she was on show to anyone who cared to look in their
direction.

She felt his breath hot on her neck as he breathed into her ear.  'Now you may'
he whispered.  In a trance Carol let his warm spunk slide down her throat only
dimly aware that she had never swallowed Ian's cum before in their entire time
together.

Taking her hand he led her back into the main room of the house where he fixed
them both a long cooling drink.  Once seated he watched Carol as she struggled
to come to terms with the events of the last few hours and was pleased when he
saw her eyes grow calm.  Telling her to finish her drink he then ordered her to
the bedroom that they were to share for the next two nights.

Once upstairs Carol stripped off  and went through to the bathroom to shower
whilst Frank sat on the bed and opened up the bag that she had bought.  In it
were several different items that he had told her to buy at an extremely seedy
shop in one of the more run down areas of the city where they lived.

Presently Carol came through, wrapped in a towel.  Immediately she saw the
items spread out on the bed she blushed causing Frank to smile at her obvious
embarrassment.

'Come here Carol' he said, holding out his hand to her.  She approached the bed
and as she reached him he stood up and gently catching her around the waist
bent her over the bed.  Carol watched, fascinated, as the big man reached onto
the bed and took a tube of KY jelly.

Guessing what was coming next she relaxed her body only to tense briefly as she
felt the coldness of the jelly liberally smeared onto her tight puckered anus. 
'Relax' she heard his say softly and a moment later she felt the blunt tip of
the dildo she had seen him take from the bed rest against her tight hole.

Taking a deep breath she concentrated hard on relaxing her sphincter as she
felt him gently yet firmly work the fat rubber cock into her anus.  At one
point its sheer width caused her to cry out but in the same moment she felt the
rest of it slide into her until only the t-bar was left visible.  He stroked
her bottom for a moment before helping her to straighten up.

Gingerly she adjusted her position and found that apart from the feeling of
fullness it gave her she could move freely and without discomfort.  Turning her
around he pushed her gently onto the bed and carefully slipped a pair of heavy
chrome balls into her cunt.  Finally he held out a pair or thin rubber panties
that she had not seen before and told her to put them on.

'Finish getting dressed and then go downstairs and wait for us' he said in a
hushed voice that did not quite hide his excitement.  With that he left the
room.

When she had readied herself she went down the long flight of stairs and as
no-one was about made herself a gin and tonic, settling on the settee to await
developments.

As she sat she was very aware of the items he had placed in her and the heat
she was experiencing from the tight rubber pants she wore.  Everytime she moved
little pleasurable tremors flicked though her body.

Twenty minutes later the two men walked into the room.  Ian was dressed in
unbelievably tight jeans that did nothing to hide the bulge of his cock and a
dark, mustard coloured shirt.  Frank was dressed in an expensive cream coloured
suit under which he wore a shirt and tie.

'Shall we go' he said amiably and turned to leave the room.  Rising too quickly
Carol let out a small yelp of pleasure as the balls moved in her hot pussy and
she stumbled past Ian, ignoring his curious gaze.

Frank told her to get in the back of the car with him and handed the keys to
Ian telling him to drive and warning him not to drink any alcohol that night.  

The run into the local town took ten minutes but after just a couple Carol was
squirming in the back seat as each time the car passed over a bump in the road
the butt plug dipped a little deeper into her.

Once parked the couple followed Frank until he turned down a dark alley and
stopped outside an innocuous door.  Tapping gently on it in an obviously coded
way, he stepped back and a second later the door swung open.