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69 Pam`s holiday part 469 Pam`s holiday part 4The night had been a long one for Jim, the woman was insatiable. He had been made to use his tongue for hours, interspersed with straight sex, anal sex and the use of his finger`s, he was now tired, well way beyond that really, but she had said he had done well and he could claim his reward later that day.He missed breakfast, snored his way through mid morning coffee and crawled out at midday. Molly was out with the k**dies and the dog, and old Fred despite a long night himself; had been working since six!Pam did him some sandwiches then over tea told him that Fred was a real coxman; she had been filled 6 times during the night, had numerous climaxes and he had still leapt out before dawn and gone to plough a field somewhere like it was normal.Jim told her of his night, and then asked if she was happy? She said that she was saying molly had told her she was to enjoy the pony at the weekend, she was looking forward to trying that, if a little nervously, but Molly had suggested she try the old dog first, so tonight, that`s what if he didn’t mind, she was going to do. He rose an eyebrow, then said “it was her body” however he thought, yes he was her husband but he could no more stop her than she could stop him as tonight he was to use a whip for the first time.He explained that he was to whip Molly and that if he liked it she would soon be feeling one at home! She just smiled and quietly said “if that`s what you want to do to me, well so be it.” They kissed long and deep.After a lazy afternoon, the rest of the family broke the spell, both k**s crashing in telling mum and dad what they had seen, where they had been, what they had done!Molly laughing as she collapsing in her armchair, saying that the k**s had “run her ragged, as we`ve walked miles” and saying that “even Dan was buggered up!” the dog as if to reinforce her statement, after a long drink collapsing into his bed and began snoring.Pan had done the meal, Fred and the old tractor plodded into the yard and the k**s rushed out to meet him knowing he would give them a ride to the tractor shed.Hand in hand the three arrived on the veranda, the untiring Fred as fresh as when he left that morning, a smile a mile wide as he kissed Pam then the still seated Molly.The meal followed, the freshly showered Fred supplying home-made drinks, ginger beer for the k**s and strong cowslip wine for the rest of them.Soon it was bedtime, tired youngsters bathed, then tucked in, soon snoring, fresh air and the long walk having done its thing, and less it be thought they were to quietly leave them home alone, Pam`s radio baby alarm was taken out to the dairy with them!And off to the dairy did they go, the old dog trailing along behind them. In the cool building, Molly laid down an old rug and Dan perked up immediately, he was an old gaziantep escort dog and knew the significance of this smelly old rug, he was going to have himself a bitch.Pam removed the few clothes she was wearing, and then stood waiting for instruction from Molly.Molly explained a few things such as to relax, to expect scratches, Dan not liking socks, and to expect a very full bellyful of hot seed; she would be on her knees for a while too.She was then asked to give a commentary for the benefit of the men who would never appreciate the feelings before she was told to get down on all fours, which she eagerly did and with no preamble the well trained a****l mounted her.Her commentary began as the a****l`s weight fell onto her back, she grunted, then said he was “a fat old dog,” and laughed, Dan`s hips began to thrust his lipstick at the receptive body, the tip soon found the target and he moved forward gripping her trunk with his forelegs. She explained the feeling as he forced himself deep into her receptive crevice as “an awesome size and length.”Molly now said that “She should just wait till he sends her the knot, now that is awesome!” Dan thrust hard and faster than she had been lucky enough to experienced, no man could have given this feeling, then she said “his cock was swelling,” as the knot swelled in the warm wet tunnel of his bitch, Molly nodding, knowing the feeling oh so well. Other than c***dbirth never had Pam had such a huge swelling within her body, just as she felt she could take no more the seed began its flow, scalding and forceful old Dan making the most of her receptive body forelegs gripping at her, tearing at her skin.She began to moan as her belly swelled, stretching to accommodate the scalding seed. The a****ls weight lay heavy on her, collapsed, his hot breath in her left ear panting, slobber dripping onto her shoulder, running down her breast, dripping from her stiff nipple and pooling on her left wrist.Her body supporting the weight of the old dog her arms began to shake with the unexpected strain, Fred ever helpful slid a cold metal milking stool under her chest. Thankfully she sank onto the support, crushing her tits against the cold seat with a relieved gasp; she remained pinned for ten long minutes, Dan occasionally adding to her fill with an odd spurt.Suddenly he swung his body over her back, cocking his right leg to clear her hips swinging him-self to stand still anchored butt to butt. He then started to tug himself free, she like a rag doll towed in his wake.Willing hands grabbed at his collar, patience allowed her release, and he wandered off to lie in a corner to clean his tool and doze without a backward glance at his used bitch.Pam stayed on all fours, seed like a waterfall pouring from her violated body, the old carpet flooding heavily.They rested with glasses escort bayan of the wine Fred had brought from the house, Pam tired now sitting as Fred comforted her and dabbed disinfectant on the scratches inflicted by the old dog.Molly now looked at Jim, “you did well last night, “she said “and I promised you may whip me, you may but as it is your first time, you be confined to a soft whip, that doesn’t mean it won`t hurt me, but it means no lasting damage,” he nodded, and she continued that he was to secure her and “lay it on as hard as he wished, where ever he wished but he only had the number of strokes that the dip from the bag said.” He looked puzzled till Fred produced a bag of bingo numbers and said he could pick. The bag was shaken and his hand dug deep Passing just one counter to Molly, who with a grimace announced; “forty one!” then shrugged.She stripped then allowed herself to be secured standing under the lift passively waiting as her arms were lifted and she became just his willing target.He slid his hands over the smooth body, savouring the feel of the cool skin, she knowing it was his way of telling her where he would target, slowly opened her legs, his eyebrow rose, silently asking her if she was sure, and she gave a hardly perceptible nod.Not a word was said in the silent dairy as Fred passed him a multi thronged suede leather whip, the thongs about 18inches long. Jim asked if he should count or would she, to which with a sad smile she replied that “better if both Pam and Fred count as I am expecting to be busy screaming.” She then added chillingly; “regardless of my noise give me the whole fourty one!” As if in reply that first lash wrapped itself round her trunk, to a chorus of “one” from the two watchers, the stroke was fair but not over hard the flesh flushed with just a hint of pink.They all knew it was a ranging shot; Molly looked up at her secured wrists, fixing her gaze on the ropes, waiting for the increasing strokes she knew he would not, could not resist applying. She had read him correctly; the next increased in strength, her back receiving the stroke absorbing the stinging pain with the stoical strength of the strongest area of the body, she grunted, by the fifth he was getting the ‘swing’ of the leather scourge, he had worked on her back first while the balance and aim had become corrected. Now he walked round her, her belly caught the sixth, and seventh, different angles it is true but the same area, she had groaned with each, though he wanted dearly to hear her scream. He walked on round her correcting and selecting his aim, each stroke laid on with precise powerful swings, each adding just a little to her cries as the skin became redder and more tender, each lash accompanied by the counting off the strokes, by the chorus line of Fred and Pam precise, clipped, their eyes never leaving the players as the whip rose and fell.Ten, Eleven, as the twelfth fell it was the first to catch her breasts, she jerked in her bonds, the next centred completely on her left breast, her scream stepping up a decibel, next her right breast meat coloured up, red lines across the erect nipple.At 15 he rested a second or two, and then began again.With renewed vigour now onto her backside, hard ‘whap’ noises as the leather chastised the flabby flesh, every stroke another line of red on the pasty skin, every stroke another towards the full sentence. Every single stroke marked with the call of its number by the seated watchers. Pam still leaking Dan`s fluids over the fingers of Fred who as each stroke fell jerked his fingers involuntarily, as they had now been for some time, deep inside her sex.Thirty, the chorus called, by now the victim`s body was red from neck to buttock, few pieces of flesh were still white, her screams as each blow fell pitiful, at thirty five he rested as he had at every tenth stroke, her screams reduced to a moan as she hung expectantly waiting his final six strokes.Slowly she opened her legs. The hint now obvious, she had given him the final sacrifice, the ultimate target fresh skin to redden.He went in front of her, an upward sweep of the thongs, the leather curling up under her spreading over her buttocks from a new angle, thirty six, another then another and again. He walked behind her, a single swing upwards from the rear, the tip of the handle at the base of her spine, the lash curling over her brown spider along the slot of life, the tip splatting onto her mons with a satisfying sound drowned only by her guttural scream.There was a pause, he retreated, just half a pace, the sitters knew, even Molly knew exactly to the inch where that last stroke would land.He knew too, but turned to Fred for the ultimate permission, for the final stroke, the nod the OK.Fred`s voice rang loud round the room”do it!”Without hesitation those thongs sang their dreadful song, whistling through the still silent air. His newfound skills showing as the handle shuddered to an abrupt halt just that bit higher on her seat, searing white hot pain ran from her tender arsehole up through her cleft the tips of the thongs finding her soft labia, and some the more sensitive button, sending her into a massively convulsive climax as she screamed louder than she ever had. Then slumped, u*********sly supported by the ropes. Pam too climaxed, Fred`s fingers proving just too much to bear, fred too succumbing , as with an obvious jerk Cum sprayed the inside of Jims trousers as he spontaneously ejaculated, the sight of Molly climaxing at his hand, just more than he could stand. They lifted the woman down as she started to come round, her one comment was “Wow” as she sat desperately trying to regain her wits.Jim began to apologise, but she raised a feeble hand to stop him, and then whispered her thanks.Pam sat quietly, knowing in her heart that there would be no stopping Jim now.
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