Swenson Manor Chronicles: Nancy Jon

After my cum I said to Darla, "Would you like to give some pay-back to
Bill? I mean let him know what sex with him feels like, and show him
you have discovered a new way?"

Without a moment's hesitation she replied, "Yes, not only yes, but
excuse me, FUCK YES! Right now, if I had my way, that fucking bastard
would be paying a painful price as I walked out the door to a divorce
lawyer."

First we had to locate Bill. Once that was accomplished, I knew where
to find all the rest that we needed. We located the insensitive piece
of shit near the back wall of the patio in a drunken stupor; that
condition made the plan much easier. Darla and I dragged one of the
padded sawhorses very near to Bill, and then we went to the house to
find some shackles, and a couple more items.

With help from some of new friends we positioned Bill, stomach down,
over the sawhorse, and shackled all of his extremities to the padded
legs. He did not arouse then or when we pushed the ball gag into his
mouth. Bill did arouse when we doused him with several buckets of cold
water.

He drowsily said, "What the fuck was that." Then he realized his bound
condition and continued, "Let me out of here. Somebody help me." Of
course no one heard that because of the gag, but we knew what he was
saying.

"Bill, you're not hurt --- YET so shut up and listen. My name is
Nancy, and I'm a new, but very dear friend of Darla's. You are a piece
of shit. You know it, Darla knows it, and now I, and all the other
people here no it. You have been a shit for as long as Darla has known
you, and tonight you get a small dose of payback. Don't look at me
with those caught in the crosshair eyes. You abused Darla on you
wedding night, and that behavior has never changed. Twice a week you
get on top of her to get your rocks off, and never in the twenty years
of marriage have you helped Darla enjoy it. Bill, you are one of those
stick it in, bang, bang, and cum in about thirty seconds types of
males. You're a shit, and tonight you are going to pay."

Darla moved into Bill line of vision, "Hi Bill, you asshole. Thanks
for bringing me tonight. Things have changed because I've discovered
orgasms; they are wonderful. You're problem is I discovered orgasms;
something you in which you never let me take pleasure. Well you aren't
going to take pleasure in what's about to happen, and because I'm
filing for divorce on Monday, you are never going to put that poor
excuse of a prick in my body again. But Bill, I'm going to put
something in you; I'm going to put it in a lot of times, and I going
to put it in DRY."

Bill's eyes widened in fear as the meaning of Darla's words registered
on his brain. Without a doubt, he knew his ass was doomed, but he had
no real appreciation of what was going to happen; it was beyond
anything his selfish brain could have imagined. The first sensation
was of something soft, but firm pushing on his anus. That lasted only
a moment, and then he was consumed by searing pain as the very large
dildoe strapped to Darla's loins pierced his ass. Very large is not
accurate. A better descriptive word would be huge; fourteen inches
long and four inches in diameter. It was difficult to push the fake
cock into Bill's ass due to skin friction, but she would not be
deterred, and she applied continuous pressure until her pussy hairs
were rubbing his ass. If not for Bill's gag, people in the next county
would have heard his screams. Darla didn't care. No sooner than she
reached the maximum depth of her plunge than she withdrew and plunged
again. She did it again and again, venting her anger and the pain of
twenty abusive years.

At last she stopped, removed the blood and shit stained cock from his
ass, and went around to stand in Bill's field of vision.

She looked at him, and in a calm, but sinister voice said, "You have a
choice. We can take your ball out and you lick this clean, or I get
the bigger one, and start on your ass again."

Bill wasn't the brightest star in the heavens, but he was a big
proponent of pain avoidance. It took a minute, but he indicated his
willingness to clean Darla's dildoe. Just before they removed the gag
Darla added, "If you try to yell we will fuck your ass until you can't
walk. Do you understand?"

He nodded yes, and the gag was removed. Darla, with her hands, moved
the shitty stick to Bill's mouth, and waited for him to begin. Bill
gathered his courage, stuck out his tongue, and began to lick the huge
dildoe clean. I couldn't see his face, but I think he developed a
taste for bloody shit. He lapped the cock clean in a very short time.

Darla looked at him, "Time to put your gag back in place; the next
phase is about to begin. Nancy is going to fuck you now, and she is
using the bigger one. You know what Bill? After Nancy finishes there
are some other people who want to sample your ass, and while they are
keeping you occupied Nancy and I are going to meet some of her men
friends for a very enjoyable fuck session and some pussy licking."

She paused, then continued, "Bill, when the last person is finished
with your ass he will release your chains. Go HOME, get your things,
and find a new place to live. If I see you in the morning we will
start this over again. Nod your head if you understand." Bill nodded,
and we headed for our next adventure.

My body was telling me my next adventure was some sleep. "Darla, I
have to close my eyes for a little while."

"Bull shit! You got me started and I need you to keep me going for a
while longer. I love this sex stuff, but I don't want to get in over
my head. You know, doing something dangerous."

"What do you want to do, Darla?"

"FUCK! I want to get fucked. It seems to me I've missed out on twenty
plus years of pleasurable fucking, and I want to start making up for
that loss right now. Nancy, please tell me you know a man at this
party who could use his cock to make me feel as good as you did with
your mouth?"

"Honestly? The answer in no; I've seen a few people I recognize, but I
don't know them sexually. Besides, I don't know if one man alone can
meet your demands. You've jumped in this far, are you willing to try
with a group? Are you willing to let several people fuck you?"

Darla thought for a moment, "There is an expression in for a penny in
for a pound. I am at the beginning of a new life so lets try it, but
Nancy, I already know about hurt."

"If we can find what I'm looking for I will stay with you as long as
you need me. Come on, let's go."

I didn't know where to look or exactly what to look for. What I wanted
was a small group of six to eight heterosexual males. Earlier, I had
seen three young ones, but I doubted they had the lasting power. We
circled around the pool then headed toward the house. As we passed I
smiled broadly to see Bill's ass was still in use. There was a group
of men there, but I didn't want to deprive Bill of his fun. Darla and
continued onto the house and in a large alcove type space in the den
we struck gold."

The vision in front of me was of eight, naked men, smoking, drinking,
and of all things playing cards. I approached the table and spoke,
"Gentlemen, I hate to disturb you game, but I have a proposition for
you. Have you seen the male asshole up for use out on the patio? We
put him there for payback. This is Darla, his wife of over twenty
years, and tonight, for the very first time, she discovered sex could
bring pleasure instead of pain. That is a very sad tale, but tonight
she's trying to make up for lost time. While we have done much to
expand her horizons, there is one specific thing she wants to
experience, and all of you can help. She wants a man, or men, to fuck
her in a considerate, non-painful way, until she has an epic orgasm.
As an added bonus, if there is anything extra, I also fucking."

The men briefly conferred among themselves then a burley, but
distinguished, white haired man spoke, "Ladies, here's the deal.
First, to properly do what you want we must go to the upstairs
bedrooms. Second, we understand and we accept your conditions with the
caveat that each of your orifices is available penetration. Third, we
want exclusive rights to both of you for the remainder of the party,
or until we release you; which ever comes first. By exclusive we mean
only our select group, and our female companions, will have sex with
you; and we can have that sex in any manner we want. We promise to
treat you nicely, and to cause you as little discomfort and as much
pleasure as possible. In other words we will fuck you in any hole we
want, as often, and as long as we can until it is time to depart."

I whispered to Darla, "This can be a windfall or a real pain in the
ass, and I mean that literally. I will go any direction you choose,
but carefully weigh the pros and cons of this offer."

Darla looked at me for a moment then turned to the men, "Gentlemen,
I'm speaking for me alone. My friend can speak for herself. My body is
yours, and I have only one question; where is it I need to go so I can
get fucked?"

All the men, and Darla, looked toward me. One them spoke, "Are you in
or out?"

"One question, do you guarantee you will use lots of lube when you do
my ass?" In one voice everyone promised, and with a laugh we headed
for the stairs, and ascended to the bedrooms.

In a most considerate gesture several of the men gathered around Darla
and asked her what she had tried, what she enjoyed, what she didn't
enjoy, and how her husband had fucked her. In a most frank manner,
Darla answered their questions, and then watched in confusion as the
men departed the room. I was also confused, but I took the opportunity
to drag Darla to the bathroom where I told her to take care of ALL her
bodily needs. She stared at me with a quizzical look.

"You weren't paying attention. One of the things they will do, Darla,
is fuck us in the ass; sometimes in just the ass, sometimes in the ass
and pussy simultaneously, and sometimes in the ass, pussy, and mouth
all at once. Right now is a good time to piss and take a shit." With
that I pushed her shoulders forcing her to sit on the toilet. When we
had finished that task we took a quick shower and returned to the
bedroom.

One of the men was waiting for us. "Darla, you stay here. I don't know
your name, but come with me." We departed the room, and I didn't see
Darla again until close to daylight on Sunday morning. I followed the
man to another bedroom on the same floor where he asked, "Are you
prepared? This is the last chance you have to walk away. I can't
understand why you would want to, but some do leave."

"My name is Nancy. I'd appreciate it if you would pass along that
tidbit, and the fact that I'm staying."

"Right you are." With that he opened the door to a beautiful room. It
was decorated in a color scheme of pale yellow walls and a pale green
carpet. In the middle of the room was a custom made, ten-foot
diameter, round bed with yellow satin sheets. Above the bed were a
series of hanging shackles, and a mirror of the same dimensions as the
bed. Directly opposite me was an exit to the balcony, along the wall
to my left was closets, and the right wall abutted to the bath. The
man took me to the bed, and told me someone would join me in a few
moments. Those moments seemed very long; I guess my anxiety level was
high. It was so high that when the door began to open I almost yelled.
There was no need to worry. Coming through the door was the
gray-haired spokesman from down stairs. He entered with roses,
champagne in glasses, and a blindfold. Under different circumstance I
might of thought it romantic. It was sensual, exciting, and at last we
started the dance, but getting gang banged isn't romantic.

He handed me the flowers and one glass of champagne, "Nancy, here's to
an enjoyable joining of bodies." We downed the wine then he said, "The
blindfold is to enhance your experience. Please wear it at all times."

The blindfold was what some would call a sleep mask. It simply covered
the eyes, and was held in place by an elastic cord. I slipped it over
my head, and then moved to the middle of the bed to await my fait.

A door opened, and several bodies joined me on the bed. They began to
lightly, not ticklish lightly, just lightly, stroke my upper body,
head, and arms. The hands, little by little, stretched me out on the
bed and expanded the area of their stroking. My breasts, nipples, and
pubic area were given special attention, but no area on the front of
my body was omitted. As I relaxed, and allowed the sensations to flow
through me, the pleasure level began to increase. A stroke here, a
tweak there, every touch was a sensation enhancement. Any reservation
I might have had passed with the velvet caresses. I felt my legs
lifted and spread, and then a tongue stroked me from asshole to clit.
It was the first of many as I climbed toward my first orgasm.

The cum made me shake, and slightly drop off the peak, but a mouth
attached to each of my nipples. Sucking, tongue-lashing, and nibbling
took me once again toward the edge of orgasm. The cock pressed to my
lips, and I readily opened to allow passage to the back of my mouth.
It was sweet because of the syrup the owner had dipped into before
entering my mouth. I closed my lips around the cock and began to suck,
and stroke it with my tongue. The man did not last long, but his
ejaculate was thick, abundant, and so very tasty.

The cock in my mouth was a slight distraction as I did not realize how
high my legs were lifted; knees to breasts is an accurate description.
In that position both my nether holes were exposed, and I felt well
lubricated fingers enter each. They slid in and began the dance of
intercourse. I guess they used dildoes or butt plugs, but gradually
the hole was made bigger and bigger. It seemed huge, but when the
first cock slipped past the sphincter I they had opened me just right.
The ring of muscle tightly grabbed the shaft, and when I squeezed the
cock's owner knew a fantastic fuck was forthcoming.

I have no idea how many people fucked me over the next twenty-four
hours. People is an accurate term as several women penetrated me with
tongues, fingers, toes, and dildoes. What I do know is there was never
a time that I was not in an orgasmic bliss. This was an extreme sexual
episode, and without a doubt the most intense I have, or am likely to
again experience in my life.

Somewhere around 2 AM Sunday a man told me my obligation was
fulfilled. He directed me to take a shower and return to the main
patio area. The fun level was high, but the ability to walk was low.
My legs were very weak, and to be honest the holes between my legs
hurt. It was a good hurt, but nonetheless I was in considerable
discomfort. When my shower was completed, my very tired body started
down the stairs. On the final stair sat Darla, her shoulders hunched,
and arms by her side in total collapse. As I stepped down toward her I
said, "Are you okay?" I asked. "If you feel like me you are sore all
over my body." Darla turned and gave me huge shit-eating grin, which
clearly said she had achieved her goal.

"Yah, I'm fine. Actually, I am better then fine. My body is tired and
sore, but I am fucking fine! Nancy, I don't know how many times, or
how many ways I came. I don't care. It was wonderful, and if there was
ever any thought I might take that bastard back they are gone now."

"I'm glad you're happy. Do you want to find a place to curl up and get
some sleep."

"You know it, and we don't have to look far. I'm going to sleep in the
big bedroom, and if they don't like it; well I really don't care. You
can join me if you want." Of course I wanted; she and I had gone
through much since Friday evening. We again climbed the stairs to that
beautiful room, fell into a spoons position with me in back, and slept
until late in the afternoon. When I awoke, Darla was gone. I smiled at
the memory, and hoped to see her again as I walked onto the balcony. I
looked, but I didn't see her. A small surprise was that Bill remained
on his sawhorse.

I used the bathroom, and then went to look for Jo. My path took me
past Bill, and I couldn't stop myself from throwing a verbal stone.
"So how you like butt fucking? There is no one here so I will give you
a choice; I stick my hand up your ass, or I release you."

In a weak whisper he said, "Please fuck my ass then release me."

"No, one or the other."

"Fuck me."

I thought for a moment, and then said with devilish glee, "On second
thought the answer is no. It was a punishment, and you like it too
much. There is no longer a choice; I'm releasing you." Bill almost
cried as I unchained his extremities. "Here's a word of advice. Darla
is a different person now. If you don't like her, well it is your
fault; you shouldn't have brought her. Suggestion; if you see her turn
and go the other way, and go fast."

By the pool steps I saw and waved at Paula. "Have you seen Jo?"

"Yes, she's on the grass over by the wall."

We strolled to Jo's location, stood over her, and gently awakened her.

Paula spoke first, "Hey Sleepyhead, about time you woke up."

I chimed in, "Do you want to go now, or do some more fucking?"

"Tell you what," Jo groggily replied. "Let me piss, and then we'll
talk about it."

Almost simultaneously Paula and I said, "Will you let me drink your
piss?"

We all laughed, and Jo pissed in our mouths. It was a pleasant
experience at the time, but I knew shortly I would think differently.
That huge, beautiful pool provided the solution; I dived in, and came
up smelling sweet.

Paula escorted us to Jo's car where we put on our dresses. She told Jo
she could expect future green envelopes for the same purpose she
fulfilled at this, and then turn to me and said, "After your exploits
you can expect your on green envelope."

"Thanks, next time I will work on my tan more."

Jo added, "Seriously Paula, thank you for inviting us."

She started the car; we waved at Paula, and drove away. I wondered how
soon, if ever, I would actually receive a green envelope.