Jade: My Story

[Johng1953]

I'm not into heavy humiliation either and it's quite clear that's not the motivator for Walker but he'd have to be a saint not to feel some humiliation at some of Jade's decisions.
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"Today, I thought, what’s happening today? Then it hit me: I hadn’t returned to the hotel last night with Stretch in tow. It was going to be the culmination of Walker’s desire to see me have sex with him. “Oh, my lord,” I moaned. “I’m supposed to be with Walker right now.” Stretch chuckled, “His loss is my gain. He’ll understand, won’t he?” I thought of my husband worrying all night about my absence, then remembered: he knew who I was with and what was supposed to happen. He just got left out."
Completely forgetting about him, not even a text so he doesn't worry all night, is a little bit humiliating I think.

[Chrislydi]

I'm not into heavy humiliation either and it's quite clear that's not the motivator for Walker but he'd have to be a saint not to feel some humiliation at some of Jade's decisions.
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"Today, I thought, what’s happening today? Then it hit me: I hadn’t returned to the hotel last night with Stretch in tow. It was going to be the culmination of Walker’s desire to see me have sex with him. “Oh, my lord,” I moaned. “I’m supposed to be with Walker right now.” Stretch chuckled, “His loss is my gain. He’ll understand, won’t he?” I thought of my husband worrying all night about my absence, then remembered: he knew who I was with and what was supposed to happen. He just got left out."
Completely forgetting about him, not even a text so he doesn't worry all night, is a little bit humiliating I think.

To me that mirrors the Jeff weekend a little in that she gets lost in the infatuation and thrilling experience, all thoughts outside of the present moment become insignificant. It may be classed as thoughtlessness in some ways and the net effect is certainly that, but at that height of sexual gratification the searching and longing for more, is at least temporarily the only thing that matters. Her discovery of what sex could be, and finding new ways of exercising those powers she so clearly possesses, is gradually becoming all embracing.

Chris

[Johng1953]

I'm not into heavy humiliation either and it's quite clear that's not the motivator for Walker but he'd have to be a saint not to feel some humiliation at some of Jade's decisions.
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"Today, I thought, what’s happening today? Then it hit me: I hadn’t returned to the hotel last night with Stretch in tow. It was going to be the culmination of Walker’s desire to see me have sex with him. “Oh, my lord,” I moaned. “I’m supposed to be with Walker right now.” Stretch chuckled, “His loss is my gain. He’ll understand, won’t he?” I thought of my husband worrying all night about my absence, then remembered: he knew who I was with and what was supposed to happen. He just got left out."
Completely forgetting about him, not even a text so he doesn't worry all night, is a little bit humiliating I think.

To me that mirrors the Jeff weekend a little in that she gets lost in the infatuation and thrilling experience, all thoughts outside of the present moment become insignificant. It may be classed as thoughtlessness in some ways and the net effect is certainly that, but at that height of sexual gratification the searching and longing for more, is at least temporarily the only thing that matters. Her discovery of what sex could be, and finding new ways of exercising those powers she so clearly possesses, is gradually becoming all embracing.

Chris

Oh yes, and don't get me wrong, that's what I love about her!

[BDJ]

Me, too!

[BDJ]

Hot sex didn’t follow from that startling statement. In real life other things can be at least as important; like a late breakfast and the need for me to properly prepare for a day, and perhaps night, with two very sexy men. So while they worked out the logistics of moving our stuff to Stretch’s house, it left time for me to clean myself up, both inside and out.

I had a feeling of déjà vu, watching myself on Stretch’s big bed again; this time on my stomach, my torso arched upward, its weight resting on my elbows. I was almost mesmerized from seeing double; of two men on the bed beside me. Walker was perched on his knees at my head, alternating between looking in the mirror and watching Stretch’s big hand between my thighs. He was touching me in a way that no one had ever done. My new lover had placed a pillow under my hips to raise my ass off the mattress, making it easier to place the heel of his hand against my vaginal lips. His fingers extended along the crack of my butt, their tips beyond my tiny anal opening. It was so different from the way most men tried to excite me; I couldn’t quite understand what occurred each time he pressed into that sensitive area, but I knew a glow of heat was growing in me. The intermittent pressure, almost hard enough to move me forward, created an indescribable feeling. That only increased when he curled his fingers so one was directly pressing against my sphincter.

Then Walker’s hand began to caress my back and shoulders with a soft and loving touch. I locked eyes with his mirrored image; the expression on his face matched mine: lust. Both of us were in sync with what was happening. A surge of affection engulfed me for my husband even as my new lover, this sexy man I couldn’t get enough of, was almost carelessly manipulating my body for our pleasure. And it excited me to be that vessel. Lust and love kept being juxtaposed in my mind as I took in the sight of him and Walker. Lust finally won out. I began to flex my ass, moving it in rhythm with the pressure of his hand. “Jade,” I heard Walker say, “suck me.” Turning toward him I was confronted with his semi-flaccid cock. The position of my elbows supporting my upper weight made it awkward, but I was able to place it in my mouth. I used my tongue on the spongy head; then bobbed up and down on his rapidly lengthening shaft.

But then I got seriously distracted when my new lover decided to replace the finger pressing against my pink hole with his tongue. My rosebud became my new erotic center, and, while the sensations of being stimulated in two places at once carried me ever higher, I wanted more. “Fuck my face,” I told Walker. He held my head steady in his hands, then began to use my mouth as if it were a pussy. My breath began to break in ragged gasps around his thrusts, my hips flexing involuntarily as I started to buck on Stretch’s fingers, now vigorously fucking my saturated pussy. The broad head of Walker’s cock tried to enter my throat at each forward thrust. Choking at first, I adjusted my head, stretching my neck out. Now every time he tried to bottom out in my mouth, he could: I’d timed his movements by relaxing then, letting him enter fully into my throat. The multitude and variety of stimuli coming from both ends of my body untethered me from rational thought. I lost all perspective about what was happening after that. My orgasm took me to another place where only unbridled lust lived.

I had a brief respite as my two lovers discussed what they had achieved. Such a difference from previous frenzied trysts; the almost anonymous threesomes Walker and I had engaged in at those swinger parties. I had never thought of getting aroused as an intellectual exercise before, but my husband seemed intent on querying Stretch on the unique technique he had just used so effectively. Finally satisfied, he grew quiet. “Are you ready for more?” Stretch asked. He had moved beside my head at the time: Walker had retreated further back on the bed, giving us more room and, paradoxically, his concept of privacy. I raised up and unceremoniously took what little I could of his cock into my mouth. “Ummm,” I said, happy to give him my answer in that manner. For the next few minutes I stretched my lips as wide as was possible in an effort to suck him. Saliva began to drip onto the bed: I was so intent on getting even a fraction of an inch more inside. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Walker holding his much longer, but considerably thinner, cock. The whole scene instantly became even more arousing.

Just when I thought my jaw would come out of its socket Stretch pulled his cock free. “Jade, look at us in the mirror,” he instructed as he moved to straddle my knees. The sight of his cock, arched rigidly upward and his huge balls, hanging down in their wrinkled sack, made my pussy quiver in anticipation. I saw as well as felt him lower himself, then lean forward until his weight was on his hands. His cock and balls were now resting on the back of my knees. The heat of him as well as their touch on the sensitive skin there sent a thrill through me. Then he began to thrust forward; small movements that mimicked fucking.

“When you’re just starting to get acquainted I’ve discovered this is a sure-fire way to get a new partner begging for it,” he explained to Walker. I listened to this dry assessment with only half an ear; the sensations he was causing with his mock-fucking were rapidly inhibiting my ability to think rationally. The closer he got to my pussy, the more his cum-filled balls were being drug across my sensitive inner thighs, the greater an emotional conflict was emerging: I desperately wanted to feel his cock inside my vagina but equally wanted it to stay where it was, prolonging that exquisite charge of energy into my body. I was almost able to float free; to focus entirely on the sensations coursing through my legs and thighs…but couldn’t. Stretch continued to comment periodically, with Walker responding with more questions, interrupting my bliss. Finally I’d had enough: “Shut up, you guys,” I exploded in a fit of frustration, “you’re ruining it for me.”

The silence that ensued was heavenly. Stretch’s cock continued to tease me, spending a long time at the junction of my thighs, the tip of his manhood bumping against my vulva with each tiny thrust. Finally I needed more, the desire to be filled had become overwhelming. “Put it in.” I commanded my lover. I soon got my wish when I felt that broad knob breech the puffy lips of my vagina. A drawn out “ahhhhhhhh” escaped my lips; I was too close to cumming to express anything else. A wave of ecstasy broke onto my emotional shore when Stretch forced several inches of his cock into me before pausing. “Give me more,” I demanded, panting, my hips gyrating involuntarily. Instead he lay full on my back, tilting his rigid cock and resting its head against the front wall of my vaginal canal. He started to fuck me again with shallow, almost insignificant strokes. His bulbous tip rubbing against my G-spot at the bottom of each thrust. Again and again he sawed into me. Intense waves, neutrons full of lust, traveled through me. “Baby Jesus in Heaven,” I screamed when my climax rode over me, my body spasming uncontrollably. Then it was just “Jesus,” uttered in time with each new wave that added to a seemingly endless orgasm.

When does it stop, I wondered as the euphoria dissipated, finally leaving me able to think. After that wonderful first full body orgasm he had remained inside me, only changing the position by sitting upright. Exhausted for the moment, I let myself float free, concentrating on the rippling aftershocks of my orgasm as they continued to wash over me, though diminishing with each passing moment. I thought: Walker was going to being using that position a lot. Then, after a much needed pause that helped me calm down, Stretch began to explain some of the techniques he used to make it possible for him to achieve full penetration. But that wasn’t the goal, he emphasized, even as he gently caressed my upthrust ass. I was concerned I couldn’t focus on what he was saying until I realized he wasn’t speaking to me; I was irrelevant, he was talking to Walker.

“I’m hungry,” I announced suddenly. I needed to take back control. No man, once he had gotten access to my charms, had ignored me. I didn’t like it. So we paused for a quickly prepared lunch, the sexual tension kept alive by our naked bodies brushing together in the confines of the small kitchen. When we returned to our positions on the wide bed a palpable sense of expectation gripped me: this was going to be the main event, the scenario I had planned for this morning was going to be played out.

[Johng1953]

Jade has redeemed herself. For now!
And I'm glad they've come clean about being married. I'm never comfortable with lying.

[Chrislydi]

This is truly exceptional writing, you've surpassed yourself and matched the building and marvelously sensual eroticism of our story. It's almost as if there's a symbiotoc relationship between what's happening and the quality of the penmanship exhibited, so just as our trio search out and find those new climactic peaks then so does the prose itself lift us to ever greater and new heights of previously untapped excellence. Jade is now becoming or has become the centre of our little universe and it's her new professor Stretch that's energising her ever forward, as he slowly teases and manipulates each erogenous zone to give the ultimate in sensual stimulation and pleasure. He's the finishing school master perfecting the perfect pupil and Walker the beneficiary is aghast at his skill and knowledge.

This matches and even surpasses anything on this site no matter how many reviews it gets, BDJ is a real master of the genre right at the top of his game.

Chris

[BDJ]

Johng1953,
The reason marriage wasn't mentioned to Stretch, at first, was because of Walker's desire for Jade to flirt, like she did at the bar in Charleston with Jeff. Initially it was to be just what she had done with Tom the night before. You've got to realize Jade's first interest in life is her art, then Walker. She's normally only in the moment, enjoying sex, when it happens. But when she encounters a man that has the magnetism of a Jeff, or a Stretch, she's a single girl again, wanting only one thing.

[BDJ]

Chris,
I wasn't present when the real fat-cocked man initially used this technique on her but did see it happen, just where Walker did, the second time and it was awesome how it affected her. We used it many times over the years. So glad I learned it. You should do it with Cath.

I cannot claim to be an effective writer. So often the story uncovers itself. All those memories inspire the events, and Jade's thoughts, though. Often I have to stop when working on a scene and wait until the right words come, often when I'm walking or driving. I'm glad you like it. The next, and last, chapter is almost done---our story coming to an end. But, because of the revisions (really, dozens of them for each segment) and to keep each post from being too long, it will be months before it is all on here.

[Johng1953]

Johng1953,
The reason marriage wasn't mentioned to Stretch, at first, was because of Walker's desire for Jade to flirt, like she did at the bar in Charleston with Jeff. Initially it was to be just what she had done with Tom the night before. You've got to realize Jade's first interest in life is her art, then Walker. She's normally only in the moment, enjoying sex, when it happens. But when she encounters a man that has the magnetism of a Jeff, or a Stretch, she's a single girl again, wanting only one thing.

Oh yes, I do understand, my discomfort with lying is a personal thing for personal reasons but it does affect how I react to it in all situations, not just ones such as these here. And I do love how focussed Jade can become when she encounters that special man.

[BDJ]

I crawled on the big bed, my naked ass a beacon for my two lovers to follow. Turning, I clasped both of their cocks, stroking them, rapidly bring them to hardness. They faced me, on their knees, as I alternated from one to another, using my mouth on their heavily laden balls as well as their straining shafts. “You’re going to do what I say this time,” I announced, “and no talking.” I paused while I raised up and put my hands on Stretch’s chest. “Watch Walker, see how much I want him.” Lowering my mouth to his nipple I began to swirl the tip of my hardened tongue over it, rapidly bringing it to stiffness. After I had done the same to his other one I started to alternately suck them, then nip at each hardened nub in turn. “You like it, don’t you, having your nipples sucked,” I said, looking up at my new heart’s desire. “Oh, yeah,” he replied. He had been passive up until that moment, now he reached to pull me up to kiss me. I pulled away from his grip, “Nut-huh,” I muttered as I pushed him—-hard. He was so surprised he didn’t have time to react before falling backward. I mounted him and, taking his heavy scrotum in my hands, kissed and licked the wrinkly skin, using my teeth to nip at it before encasing a large ball in my mouth. Using my tongue, I worried it, moving it about, before lightly biting down on it. That brought a reaction: a sharp intake of breath along with a sudden stiffening of his legs. I removed it from my mouth, looked up his body and smiled as I said, “What? Not used to having your balls bitten?” He just grunted his assent. After kissing the bulbous head of his cock, I began a journey up his body with my tongue, pausing often to kiss his flesh. I almost got lost in my own lust when I began to lick his protruding nipples, reaching between my legs and rubbing my fingers through my moist slit. Breathing heavily now I reached my destination, taking hold of his shaft and stroking it as I moved it up and down inside my engorged labia. “This is what I want,” I said, then kissed him deeply. In a sudden push I forced as much of his cock as I could into my pussy, only stopping when the discomfort got too great. For minutes I struggled, panting heavily with exertion. I looked over my shoulder at my husband, who was transfixed at seeing that massive column disappear into my obscenely stretched cunt. “Walker,” I implored, “how much is left?” “Only a little,” he replied, “One more big push should do it.” I took a deep breath, pivoted my hips down, then heaved mightily, crying out as I felt it go in further. “You got it!” my husband exclaimed excitedly. With that confirmation I rested on Stretch’s broad chest, then kissed him lightly and declared, “Told you I could do it.”

That was just the beginning of the wildest fuck I think I’ve ever had. I rode Stretch like I was on a barroom’s mechanical bull. My hair swirled from side to side, following my head as it jerked around, a testament to my increasing loss of control. Rigid arms thrust downward onto hands clutching Stretch’s broad chest, steadying me as I slammed onto his pelvis: shocks of pleasure repeatedly ripping through me. My skin began to tingle everywhere: it was like I was on a mushroom-fed high. Thoughts came and went, unbidden, swirling inside my brain. I saw the world as constant motion. Then I perceived Walker right beside me, taking it all in, so focused on seeing my pussy filled his mouth was agape. A snippet of memory, of other times when he had been in that same position as I rode some stranger, somebody’s husband—-he had licked my anus. “Walker,” I almost barked as I bent forward, my posterior now available to him, “I need your tongue in my ass.” It wasn’t a request and my dear husband got down and licked my pink rosebud, so close, I knew, so close to Stretch’s cock. “Lower.” I demanded. There was a pause, then no sensation on my sphincter. One second, two, three…I thought he was refusing but then I felt his touch on the sweet spot between pussy and ass. My mind soared, knowing he was having to touch Stretch’s cock with his tongue, knowing he couldn’t avoid it. It was all I needed to crash through the most intense orgasm I could remember. “Baby Jesus, oh God, God, God, I love it!!!!!” He switched then, the tip of his hardened tongue boring in to that puckered hole. “Walker, Walker, yes!! yes!!!,” I shouted as wave after wave washed over me. It seemed to go on forever.

Stretch didn’t stop when I finally sagged against him. “I haven’t gotten mine yet,” he growled, his arms around me like a vice, holding me still while he used his cock as a pile driver into the wetness of my still convulsing hole. I was his rag doll, helpless. Then evil thoughts entered my head, images of Walker when Stew pummeled me just like this. I couldn’t help it—-“This is what you wanted to see last night, isn’t it? Watch your wife being impaled on a giant dick. I love it, love how he fucks me.” My gaze found his, my dilated pupils showing him how far Stretch had already taken me toward another orgasm. “Touch your cock, I dare you. Don’t think about how crazy I got, how many times he made me scream. You wouldn’t last ten seconds.” I didn’t intend to demean him, I just couldn’t help myself, “Jeff fucked my ass. You saw Stew do it. How would you like for Stretch’s monster to get in there? I’ll bet you’d cum without even touching yourself.”

His response was swift. I felt his weight being added to ours on the bed, then wetness on my sphincter as he lubricated it with his mouth—-of his hands spreading my asscheeks, then the head of his cock pressing there, pushing hard. “Let me in,” he demanded. I pushed back on my sphincter and felt his long pole fill me…fill me all at once. I almost passed out from the pain. “On the nightstand—-the lube.” I said, my arm jabbing the air in that general direction. The void came almost immediately, followed by cool gel-covered fingers. Then his cock was back, sliding its full length into my rectum. He kept it there, motionless. But Stretch wasn’t. He was fucking me like a pile driver…relentlessly. And now that Walker was in I wanted him to fuck me too—wanted it now that the pain was subsiding. “Don’t stop, fuck my ass,” I yelled. Once, when Stew had fucked me there, I had the feeling of being filled in both holes, now it was happening. The sensations, at first independent of each other, fought to dominate my pleasure centers. Then my whole body began reacting: my skin grew hot, my breathing labored, my clit tingled, my fingers and toes even curled. Then it happened; BAM!, my eyes rolled back in my head and were flooded with light. I began to jerk as if an electric current was traveling through me. Four hands held me down as I spasmed uncontrollably. “Fuuuuuck,” I screamed, over and over—-then “Baby Jesus, TAKE ME!!!” Somewhere in all that I sensed being filled, then filled again with warm cum. I blacked out.

Being kissed back to consciousness was way better than having my cheek slapped, I thought dreamily. At first I didn’t know who was doing it until I realized I was still atop Stretch. “Ummm,” was all I could think to say as I caressed his face. “O.K. Walker,” I heard him say when his mouth left mine for a moment. I started when I felt my husband’s tongue delve through my pussy’s inner lips, searching then lapping at the thick cum that was starting to dribble out of my love canal. “Help him,” my lover said, so I contracted the muscles within my uterus to quicken the flow. Walker would switch from gently licking my pussy to my now loosened anal opening. Oddly, it wasn’t arousing me again—I felt too satisfied for that. I tried to relax, to give in to that wonderful sense of comfort, but my lovers had other ideas.

As if on signal they both got more aggressive with their efforts. I was attacked with probing tongues: one in my mouth and one all over my nether region. My breathing became ragged, my heart beat faster, and I started to wiggle as the pleasurable sensations accelerated. Then they stopped. “Ready to go again?” I heard Stretch say to me?—-Walker?—-as he rolled me off of his chest onto the mattress, then positioned me on my back. I felt my hands being grasped and my arms pulled above my head. “What? Walker?” I said, my face tilting up, seeking his, my eyes questioning. A look of love returned my gaze. “Shush, baby, we’re not through yet,” he replied quietly.

I don’t know how long it lasted, my supersaturated senses preventing me from remembering much of who did what to whom. Trapped by Stretch between my legs and Walker cradling me between his, I felt helpless. Stretch started it out by lifting my legs over his shoulders and pushing his cock into me only an inch or two. He examined my face until he saw the look he wanted: the broad knob of his thick muscle had found my sensitive G-spot. Then he masterfully took me from one orgasm to another, as methodically as if he were tuning a musical instrument. Periodically he came in me, I know because I felt an additional rush of warmth coat the stretched walls of my pussy. Through it all Walker held me. Before I lost all sense of my surroundings I felt my vagina suddenly become empty, then being refilled; but the sensation in my love canal changed as the new cock invaded me deeper, much deeper than the old one. Then that one started to fuck me. I was lifted out of my body, suspended, floating, barely aware of what the two men were doing.

It was full dark when they paused long enough for us to eat and attend to our needs in his small, neat bathroom. Walker mostly watched and helped with his hands and mouth the next time around—- Stretch’s cock, never softening when he came, stayed embedded in my pussy as he tossed me from one position to another. His lust for me seemed insatiable: his oversized column of flesh easily filling me now. My almost continuous orgasms, some mild but interspersed with mind-blowing ones, consumed me, and were complimented by his own as he filled my vaginal canal over and over. Finally it ended and I fell asleep, again atop the mountainous form of my newest lover.

I awakened to the smells of bacon cooking and the sound of a toaster giving forth its bounty. I was ravenous. We ate a full country breakfast, nude, laughing at nothing: three people as close emotionally as you could get. Finally the question was asked, “What do you want to do? Stay longer; take some time to really get to know me and my friends, or go home with your husband.” I looked at Walker, trying not to show the sudden rising excitement that washed over me. He didn’t say anything immediately, just examined my face, reading me like he always did. I didn’t know I was holding my breath until he reached across the table to take my hand and asked, “If you stay will you want to come back?” The question caught me off guard. Now it was my turn to be silent. Did I, I thought? Walker was my rock: the anchor in my life, my helper, confident and friend. I squeezed his hand as I replied, “Nothing could ever keep me from returning to you, love.” My eyes teared and I couldn’t help it; I got up and hugged him, kissed him deeply. In a voice filled with emotion, I assured him, “I’ll always come back.”

[Johng1953]

Wow!
I suppose the question is then how long will she stay, and not will she stay. That ending to this chapter is why I'm loving this story.

[Chrislydi]

I stand back in awe and amazement, this is a real tour de force. The last chapter climbed the ladder of excellence but was merely the starter, I didn't quite realise there was still further to climb, now with the main course the very pinnacle was reached in their rhapsodic episode of fucking and love, at least for now. I marvel at the gloriously finished Madonna, now a hedonistic seeker of carnal pleasure but with a love for Walker that's been both strengthened and eternal. Walker has been to heaven and back seeing his angel in such raptures, he's included and involved all the way, both encouraging, being encouraged and participating in their shared nirvana. This as a whole is an exceptional piece of writing from an author who has lived and breathed in the eroticism and sensual pleasures our journey's narrative documents. Just wow.

Chris

[BDJ]

Chapter 3

Part 1: Aftermath

It was like I had an itch in a spot I couldn’t quite reach. It’d irritate the hell out of me until I could get Walker to scratch it—it felt so good then. That extended time with Stretch caused something to happen in me. Before the installation in Nashville my life with Walker had been defined by the things we did: he taught, I sculpted. Sex was necessary and good but I could do without it…until my husband, with his insistent attention, drew me in and we’d have a wonderful time.

Walker got more than he expected—but loved every minute—of the sex we’d all had the last day of our trip. The week with Stretch after he had returned home was…different. We spent the days together, working up models of ideas for sculptures. There was a memorable night when Mad Dog came over, what happened was much like the session with Stretch and Walker. Mad Dog lived up to his name and I was one sore puppy the next day. One afternoon Stretch took me around his mother’s farm; it’s huge, employing men from around the world. It even had its on little enclave where some lived. It was when he took me along to hang out with a few of the workers one night, special friends he said, that I got the itch.

I remember it like it was yesterday. I was decked out in an outfit Stretch had bought me; a halter dress with a gathered bodice reaching mid-thigh, made of silk chiffon, highlighted at the top with prong-set crystals. He had me arrange my hair in a modified bun. When I asked why I had to be dressed like eye-candy he replied that he wanted to show me off—impress them. I didn’t look for any ulterior motives in that statement. If he wanted to display me that way, so be it.

There were only three of them living in that little house. Why had he chosen those particular men for us to pal around with, I couldn’t fathom. They were ordinary looking men, tanned from days spent in the sun. It was obvious theirs was a life of hard manual labor—it showed in their well developed muscles—no different from the others around the farm, though they were decked out in their Sunday best: jeans and a nice shirt; square cut at the bottom and untucked. I could tell right off that my dressed-up appearance meant something to them; it excited them, and that made my pussy trill. This could get interesting, I thought. Outwardly I relaxed, liking the admiring glances of my earthy admirers, but still a little tense, wondering why we were here. We settled in, me beside my man, and talked. I made eye contact with each of them, smiling back at them. Though they weren’t tall, they seemed manly, macho even. I felt a fillip in my pussy as I watched how easily they moved, how relaxed they got around me after their initial shyness—finding reasons to touch me or just be near for a moment. It was a real ego booster, but I didn’t tell them how attractive I thought they were, I let my projecting nipples say it for me. The conversation—partially unintelligible to me because so much Spanish was interwoven into it—flowed as freely as did the tequila.

I was finishing my third shot of El Jimador Blanco, a present from Stretch to liven up the evening, happy it wasn’t as potent than I thought. I had a light buzz, but the room wasn’t spinning or anything—a good sign. Of course I didn’t know of my lover’s intentions—the drink might have been part of it—just that the vibes around me were decidedly erotic now; and I’m wanting to rise to the occasion. I’d been flaunting my beauty—cognizant of their obvious appreciation of it—and showing my intimacy with Stretch by touching him, playing with his hair, stroking his arm, letting these strangers guess if I'd already put out for him. He was seated in a kitchen chair: logical since our gathering was taking place there. One of his friends gave me a fourth shot and I downed some of it while I listened to the talk around me. The conversation switched entirely to Spanish and I was lost, not able to understand the rapid dialogue being exchanged.

“Jade,” I heard Stretch say, “sit on my lap.” His request halted a little game I had just begun to play: being a siren to their lust, my weight on one leg—hip outthrust—daring them with my eyes. He pulled me to him. I got rid of my glass and sat down, put an arm around his neck, my other hand lightly resting on his broad chest. His hand rested on my buttock, then began to rub it. I was still looking at my three admirers. Three sets of eyes intensely gazed back, riveting themselves to Stretch’s hand and the hem of my skirt, which had risen up high on my thighs. I felt his cock—impressive even soft—pressing against my ass. Unable to resist, I wiggled my butt and was rewarded when that thick tool started to grow. I looked at my audience, wondering if they knew, happy if they did, completely comfortable sitting that way: I was floating a little above the ground by then. Stretch’s first kiss on my neck took me by surprise, the second elicited a giggle, causing me to smile wickedly at the three men. The third one felt different, more intense, and much longer. With a shock I realized he was giving me a hickey! The last one had been done by a boy in high school—I’d had a hard time hiding it from my parents. What was the purpose of that, I wondered, the thought coming slowly, as if it had to swim to me through water.

I turned to him and said, incredulously, “A hickey?” He just grinned, then replied, “Yeah, juvenile I know, but to them it marks you as being mine.” Then he diverted my thoughts by slowly moving his hand up my thigh, taking the hem of my dress with him. “Stretch,” I implored, looking peeved and put my hand on his, stopping him. That’s when he said, “They’re all like me. Not quite as big but unlike any you’ve probably seen before.” At first I didn’t understand, then he flexed his now-grown muscle and I knew. “Oh,” was all I could say as I turned to look at the three men facing us—now acting very expectant—my eyes trying to see past the cloth of their shirts, to peer at the erections I imagined I had caused. His hand cupped my chin, turning my face to him. “Would you like to find out?” he asked bluntly. Before I could answer he kissed me, gently at first, then more urgently as his hand moved again under my dress, up onto my inner thigh, to lodge itself against my panty-clad sex. The immodesty of it was lost to me in my rapidly arousing state. Before the kiss was over his tongue had snaked itself into my mouth, his fingers found and were playing with my clitoris. My lust, my need, showed itself then—in front of strangers—I put my hand up to caress his cheek, returned his kiss more fiercely…and opened my legs—wide: a brazen invitation.

When our kiss was over my head lolled against his shoulder, my eyes closed; those talented fingers rapidly taking me dangerously close to the plateau before orgasm. I felt someone touch me, then the tie of my halter being undone and my breasts exposed. More hands explored my body, soon a mouth affixed to each of my nipples, sucking hard. The sudden shock of electricity shooting from those sensitive teats made my body jerk. Stretch removed his hand from between my legs. It was as if permission had been given to take that part of me. I felt my ankles being gripped and legs brought together, then, with a painful jerk, my panties were ripped, torn off me. My knees were forced apart, work-coarsened fingers, thick and hard, thrust themselves inside my vaginal canal without delicacy. The zipper of my dress was quickly pulled down, and I felt myself being detached from Stretch, held aloft by all three of his friends, helpless, naked before my rear end landed on the kitchen table.

It happened so fast. I looked between my raised and spread legs, being held firmly by two men, the third quickly stripping as he stood before me. I experienced tunnel vision in that moment, my world focused on a thick cock, its large knob already dripping pre-cum. Hunger for it consumed me even before I felt the shock of it slamming into me. Pain radiated from my pussy, I cried out, startled, overfilled with the sheer size of it. Repeatedly he forced his cock in to the hilt, his balls hitting my butt at every thrust. My head slammed back against the table with a sharp crack. Dazed, unable to process the myriad of sensations radiating from my loins, I lifted my torso to see myself getting reamed by a total stranger. I couldn’t help it—I screamed, “Oh, fuck…Baby Jesus!!” His eyes were not on me but focused intently on the juncture of our bodies. It was as if we were one: every nerve in his cock mating with those screaming in my vagina. A switch had been flipped: I was no longer Jade, I was a receptacle—created for this, my whole being devoted to enticing him, seducing him—intent on receiving his sperm. It shocked me…and I wanted more.

[rascalnvixen]

WOW!!! That's some pretty HOT writing!!!! I got just a few extra minutes and decided to take the time to read this post, since it was not too long!! Good job!!! Really enjoyed the story and looking forward to reading the next part!!!!

Rascal

[Chrislydi]

I'm almost tempted to use a variation on the line John Jasson used in his latest,

Stretch owned me. I’m absolutely fucking full of him. I stink of him. I’m intoxicated with him. I love you.

- and she dearly loves Walker for recognising what she could have and encouraging her to have it.

Jade has now completed Stretch's finishing school and the professor has shown her what carnal and sensual delights she's now entitled to. Jade is now more than a new woman being shown how to enjoy her talents to the full, it's transformational, and she's almost adopted a new persona, a new courage by adopting a single minded fixation to pursue it. You can sense this is a new epoch by her willing acquiescence to another man's rhetorical question, of course Jade wants it, she can lose herself in the moment and take in the experience, she needs it and that itch requires scratching.

There one other important line from the end of the previous chapter as Walker prepared to leave Jade in the capable hands of Professor Stretch, he told her he didn't mind her staying, indeed wanted it for her as long as she returns home to him..

(Jade speaking in the first person singular) ...

I got up and hugged him, kissed him deeply. In a voice filled with emotion, I assured him, “I’ll always come back.”

Chris

[Johng1953]

Oh no, another cliff hanger!
I love that Jade stayed but wonder how Walker copes with having to leave her there? If it was me, my insides would be twisted up and I wouldn't be able to walk for my hard on!

[BDJ]

That was a hell of a period when she really got off letting other men have her. I remember, indeed have Polaroids of her being roughly used, ass in the air with a big one filling her from the rear, her head down on the mattress but turned so she could see me. The smile on her face was radiant.

[BDJ]

By the time the night was over I had gotten it—multiple times. An almost brutal pummeling of my poor pussy from the first man ended in orgasm as I felt his seed flood my womb. That scream seem to precipitate a scramble from the other two. The next man lifted me off the table and forced me to my knees, his hands tangled in my hair as he fucked my face. It was a good thing his cock, while as thick as the first, was short. I just let it happen, my fingers working my clit, one hand cupping his balls: I was concentrating on holding my mouth open enough to keep my teeth clear of his thickness as he rhythmically used me. When he climaxed he was fully inside, my mouth pressed against his mass of pubic hair, his semen thick and I choked on it. I heaved desperate breaths, aware of the cum dripping from my lips, as I looked around the room. Stretch was taking it all in—stoic in his demeanor.

Another man stepped in front of me and grabbed me under my armpits, lifting me easily until my breasts were even with his lips. My nipples were sucked, the stimulation going straight to my pussy. By the time this third lover—now I wanted him badly—bent me over the edge of the table, I was already well on my way to cumming again. Then he took me. Oh, how it hurt at first! His was by far the longest cock and easily as thick as the others. I felt his strong hands grip my waist as he pounded into my pussy. Every time he slammed into my asscheeks I felt the tip of his cock enter my cervix. The radiating pain acted as an additional stimulant—I was floating on a cloud, my senses in overload. The other men began to get into it also—I felt them touch/caress me—and I began to orgasm from the least little stimulus: from a painfully pinched nipple, a sharp, strike on my rear, or a tongue-laden kiss. After feeling my cervix being flooded with his cum I was roughly passed from one to another, my mouth and pussy filled indiscriminately—I didn’t know how long. I caught glimpses of Stretch, aware he never took his turn.

It’s hard to explain what I felt during that time, it was like nothing I had ever experienced. But then, toward the end, I was less aware of what was going on around me, becoming exhausted by the multitude of orgasms they had caused. I remember being gently dressed and placed in the truck. Late the next morning, when I had resurfaced and found myself next to Stretch in his bed, I asked why he had given me up like that. He tried to soften his denial by caressing and kissing my tits. It was an unsatisfying answer and I pressed him further, asking why he let them fuck me. Stretch shrugged his shoulders and responded by saying, “But I didn’t, you opened your legs willingly, remember, when you were on my lap. That was their invitation. These men are used to quickly taking what they see as being offered.” I remained quiet after that, the memory of their cocks in me making my bruised and overworked pussy tingle anew.

[Johng1953]

Great update!
Loved how Stretch set her up despite him acting the innocent after. He took her there for a reason, dressed her up, even told her they were 'like him'. I'd say he did more than just 'let them fuck her', he definitely did 'give her up'.
He obviously knows how she gets when in the moment. I wonder what else he has is in store for Jade?

[Chrislydi]

Jade is now showing just how sexual her appetites have become. She's been trained to recognise the sensual and physical pleasures to be had and how to extract them from willing accomplices. She has a submissive side for Stretch and when in the zone has no qualms in zeroing in with a single minded focus, becoming insatiable in following the wishes of her teacher. This is now though the new Jade the one capable of deciding her own course, preferably with the backing of her enthusiastic and loving husband Walker, but independent all the same.

Another superbly written episode, well done BDJ.

Chris

[nnjcpl2002]

That is an extremely erotic introduction. We eagerly await the rest of the story! Thank you!

[BDJ]

nnjcpl2002,
If you haven't, I hope you can invest the time in reading Jade's story from the beginning. The prequel, as it were, is Jade's Bar Adventure. From it you get the sense of this young woman and her husband. Thank you for your comment, I try to make it interesting. At this point Jade is, I think, 43. The story began when she was in her 20s.

[BDJ]

It was hard to get that evening out of my head after I returned home. It became my itch, lurking under the surface, mostly dormant as I enjoyed my work and husband…but I missed it…wanted it again. Even Walker’s efforts to accommodate me couldn’t quite do it, my husband just did not have the mindset, or girth, of those uncouth, uneducated guys. Still, he did his best to take me to that place, to role-play what had happened at Stretch’s: and I tried too, remembering that first feeling of helplessness with Jeff—of my absolute subjugation to him, and of how those three work-hardened men had owned my body for those few hours. My longing for it would make me cry sometimes.

I desperately wanted to visit Stretch, to have him hurt me so good with his amazing tool, then give me to his big-cocked friends—but Walker was adamant, afraid I wouldn’t come back, despite my promises to the contrary. It became an obsession, interrupting my concentration on my sculpting, coming between us in the bedroom, dragging my spirits down. Finally he told me to go…but be prepared for the consequences. That brought me up short; made me think of what I had to lose. So eventually I gave up. The sheer impracticality of missing so much work, and of traveling alone all day across the mountains, finally convinced me it wouldn’t, couldn’t happen again. I had to think of another way to get what I craved. Walker understood; to the extent he comprehended my need for variety again. I wasn’t sure he got the depth of my obsession. But he wanted to help. We often talked about my frustration, his logical mind trying to make sense of it.

But when I got the itch, knowing Stretch and his friends were out of reach, I wore Walker out in the bedroom, even resorting to a thick dildo, desperate to achieve the unachievable. I was comforted as he held me, loved him even in failure: our naked bodies sweaty from the effort. Eventually I came to the inevitable conclusion: I needed the real thing. At first Walker wouldn’t agree to take me to the places we’d have to frequent: hangouts for unrefined, hard drinking men, but I convinced him: enticing him by reminding him of all the new bedtime stories we’d get. And he’d be there, seeing me on the prowl, flirting with bad boys, letting strangers experience my slut side. That did it.

Somehow Walker discovered the places where we should go: bars scattered about in the old sawmill towns in the mountains, far enough away so we wouldn’t be discovered. I couldn’t wait to immerse myself in an environment where men hungry for an escape from their everyday existence hung out… and hunted for pussy. And my ever-supportive husband was happy to go along for the ride…at first. The truth was, my publicly staid, intellectual mate shared my kink—delighted to dress me: always a blouse that showed a lot of cleavage coupled with a short skirt, eschewing a bra or panties. Somehow it brought us even closer together—both psyched up about what could happen, this time he’d be with me, be my wingman: nearby but not interfering as I showed myself and encouraged the wandering hands of strangers.

After all that planning it seemed almost anticlimactic to finally arrive at one of those honky-tonk places—the sounds of country music greeting us as we walked across the gravel parking lot, lit hit-and-miss by metal-hooded lights hanging from discarded telephone poles. Walker and I entered together, reasoning the type of man I wanted wouldn’t be put off by me being with someone. We got some beers and wandered around: he checked out the pool tables—I checked out the men. After a bit Walker left me alone—to act the vamp: a wicked Jezebel. And that was how the night progressed: I met some likely candidates, my heart racing a little if one was particularly forward. When I got my ass felt on the dance floor, I’d reach down and cup his erect manhood. Invariably I was disappointed. My level of frustration was held in check when I spied my husband. It was easy to see he was eating up the sight of me being slutty with some self-righteous prick—turned on when I kissed him or allowed him to cup my ass and feel my tits.

And I loved doing it: got an extra charge out of him seeing me. An opportunity to really jack him up came when a guy invited me to a game of eight ball. I’d already downed enough beer to have gotten a nice buzz, definitely feeling it but still good to go. We went to a back room lit solely by a single hooded light over each pool table. It created a stark contrast: concentrated points of light in an otherwise dark room. Add a haze of ever-present cigarette smoke and the room was ripe for my kind of game. My sexy opponent, who I discovered was a lumberjack, smirked when he offered me the break. It was not lost on me—or Walker, who had followed us—that I could show a little or a lot. As I got in position I noticed play had stopped at the other tables. Winking at my husband, I decided to be blatantly suggestive; to reveal to them the stark curve of my ass when I bent over—knowing my short skirt would ride up a lot. It was a good break. That pleased me, knowing I was up to it: I was determined to show them my stuff.

Another beer was pressed into my hand and I took a healthy swig: getting a little higher, embracing my sluttiness. I noticed Walker had settled; perched on a tall stool, able to take in everything I did. He knew how well I played pool. That inspired me to set up a situation calculated to put these watching men on notice. My opportunity came when I had to lean over to take a hard shot. I eschewed the bridge stick, instead choosing to bend way over the table. I’d seen it done many times, had done it myself—but not in as short a skirt as I was now wearing. I drew out my move, first keeping both feet on the floor, stretching to get my cue stick in position, showing a lot of ass. My reach fell short, as I knew it would. “Damn,” I swore, sighing dramatically. I stretched over further, bringing my knee to rest on the top rail. A sudden, collective gasp sounded behind me—my entire pussy was on display. I ignored them, taking my time making the shot. It went in and I turned to face my opponent, “I knew I could do it,” I said, my showing my excitement. He just looked me up and down, still dumbstruck. “What?” I exclaimed, moving closer, getting in his face, “Showed you, didn’t I?” I was able to catch Walker’s eye as I said it…he just grinned.

I knew my husband got my double entendre, but I wasn’t sure if my opponent did until it was my turn again. He stood close by, clearly in my space. I shrugged it off, focusing on my shot. As I leaned over I felt his hand swiftly run up my thigh, pulling my skirt up as he cupped my ass. I was startled but then aroused, realizing he had serendipitously allowed anyone looking to see my naked derrière. I wiggled my butt a bit and was rewarded with his fingers moving through my slit, then teasing my clit. It made me jerk a bit and I looked over my shoulder at him and said, “Not fair, how’d you like it if I did that to you when it’s your turn?” He grinned, arrogantly quipping, “Do it, you’d find more than you could handle.” I turned back to my task, responding with fake exasperation, “You wish,” before successfully making the shot. As I moved to get into a new position he followed, ready to do it again. Shaking my head and holding up my hand, I said, “Later.” He smiled, sure he was going to score some pussy before too long. I bent over again, distracted—remembering his fingers in my honey pot—unable to concentrate on the shot I needed to make.

The teasing, and my arousal, increased for the rest of the game. I got back for his distraction earlier by standing across from him right before he tried to make a shot. In a really sexy voice I softly called, “Look here.” His head came up, questioning. My top tonight was worn outside my skirt: a little spaghetti-strap white blouse that buttoned up the front, several already undone. Licking my lips seductively, I unbuttoned an additional two. “Tempt you?” I teased, holding the blouse open, my nipples barely hidden. Around us I could see that play had stopped, every man looking at me. He laughed, then focused on his shot. Just as he was completely committed to it I quickly bent over, resting my elbows on the top rail. The motion caused him to glance toward me, the unimpeded view of my hanging tits causing him to strike the cue ball awkwardly. It scratched. “Gotcha,” I said, smirking. Straightening up, I put myself back together.

We continued the game after that with a renewed seriousness, each striving to win now more than ever. After I finally sank the eight ball I took him into a dark corner, ignoring the envious stares of the others in the room. I kissed him, using plenty of tongue, and put my small hand down his pants. This guy was hot, tough looking and arrogant, but didn’t come close to having the size I needed. My disappointed look prompted Walker to reclaim me, leaving my would be fuck-buddy dejected. He had been so confident he’d screw me; now he looked incredulous, knowing he had lost out. I waved goodbye to him as Walker and I left, having agreed to call it a night.

[Johng1953]

Even though Jade obviously enjoyed teasing the men in the bar it didn't lead to her finding what she needs and will have ended up leaving her as frustrated as before. Maybe more so. It's good she involved Walker, at least at this stage, but if she does find what she's looking for, history suggests he could soon be sidelined again.
In the light of her frustration, maybe she'll reconsider her decision to not see Stretch again?