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A Husband’s Lesson
A Husband’s Lesson By Brooke
Lucy, a transient resident of the commune, was a foul little witchling
– or, more accurately speaking, a moody, hornily premenstrual young girl with more than a passing interest in the occult. She also shared
Angie’s taste in men, specifically Danny. Like a cat checking out its prey, she’d studied him keenly. She was only nineteen, but had a perverse attraction to older men – particularly older married men exuding power and confidence.
Danny scored heavily on all counts.
Luckily, after that portentous first encounter, she discovered Danny’s toiletry bag in the bathroom. A comb held a few strands of his hair and with the quick cunning of a prowling feline, Lucy stole the untidy remnants of her quarry. In the privacy of her bedroom, she conjured a spell – burning the pilfered lock with her one of her own and a few grains of smokily aromatic copal. As she carried out the ritual, Lucy meditated on her objective while lazily stroking the large erect phallus of a tall wooden carving. It was of obscure tribal origins and, Lucy was certain, contained supernatural sexual energy. Perhaps it was her imagination, but the dark ebony seemed to glow with pleasure at her touch. When she felt the sparks of connection dance in her solar plexus, she ended the sacrament with a closing ceremony and a soft smile.
Awake now, Danny orientated himself in stages. Groggily, he noticed his wife’s space was empty then looked around the room, gradually remembering where he was – visiting his hippie brother’s new age community in the land of strange creatures. He slowly eyed the ghostly aboriginal depiction of a large kangaroo hanging on the opposite wall. There was also a dawning awareness of a dry mouth and full bladder. Satisfying those primal needs became his first priority. Afterwards, claiming a spot on the veranda and dressed only in shorts, he sipped on a satisfyingly dark coffee.
The burning Australian sun was already beginning to climb. His skin felt clammy in the rapidly increasing heat and humidity.
Danny looked up at the owner of the voice. A fresh-faced young female stared down at him, though Danny’s eyes quickly took in more than her features. She was wearing loose cotton top, revealing generous breasts. A long flowing skirt cinched at the waist, emphasising the curve of her hips. He quickly recognised Lucy, he’d met her the previous day.
“How are you settling in?” She questioned pleasantly, her gaze travelling over his bare, sweaty torso.
“Fine” responded Danny, returning the smile – then still bemused by
Angie’s absence, he added a short, puzzled question, “have you seen my wife?”
Lucy’s eyes sparkled, “Yeah – I think I did. She was talking to
Roxanne on the veranda this morning then she disappeared. Eve’s van’s gone though – perhaps your wife went with them.”
“Went where?” Asked Danny.
“Oh anywhere” replied Lucy mysteriously, before adding, “they could be gone all day.”
Danny frowned.
“Don’t worry, she’ll be back. Stay here, I’ll grab a cup of coffee and join you – if that’s OK. I’m going to England next year, I’d love to get some tips.”
Danny was mollified. Asking his advice was guaranteed to stimulate his innate male ego – not to mention his creative verbal skills.
Engaging a sexy young woman with his charm and authority wasn’t an unpleasant prospect. His inner lion stretched and shook its mane – not realising the hungry tigress was already several steps ahead.
Lucy sat entranced as Danny filled her in on the perils and pleasures of his native land – and she threw more unseen psychic loops around her target when she asked him, in a fascinated tone, about his work.
She hung on to his every word, seductively interested in every statement.
Lilith, the dark Goddess of Lucy’s devotions, smiled at her skill.
During a brief lull, Danny was suddenly aware of the imbalance in the conversation, “Wow Lucy, you’re a very bright young woman – what do you do, what’s your thing?”
Calculatingly, Lucy demurred, “Oh, nothing special right now – just a bit of art now and then.”
“Really?” Responded Danny with an interested spark, “tell me about it.”
“It’s just my scribblings – not anything brilliant.”
“Could I see them?” Asked her victim, “I’ve got a friend that runs a gallery, he’s always looking for unusual talent – and something tells me you’re more talented than you admit.” For once, Danny was deadly accurate.
“Oh, OK then – the canvasses are stacked in my room,” replied Lucy with illusory nonchalance.
Obediently, Danny followed her.
Victorious, Lucy opened the door of her lair and ushered him.
Danny’s eyes slowly took in the seductive Bohemian atmosphere.
Thick, crimson velvet curtains cut out most of the daylight, leaving the space in shadow. The large double bed was covered in a luxuriously stuffed, dark green satin quilt and scattered with richly embroidered cushions.
Focussing more, he noticed various strange talismen and trinkets were tied to the brass rails at head and foot of the magical divan and around the room, all manner of delicately beautiful objects kept them company. His bare feet rested on a brightly coloured Indian rug, one of several spread over the polished wood floorboards. Soon, something made him look up, though he didn’t know what. The magnificent frieze painted on the ceiling obviously had some significance, but the meaning escaped him.
It seemed to be a dark depiction of the cosmos, complete with strange mythological creatures. He noticed the gentle music of wind chimes swaying regularly in the slight breeze. It was a hauntingly ethereal sound. Completing the otherworldly mood, he smelt the earthy aroma of sandalwood.
For Lucy, it was one of “those” days – a type of day familiar to all women, but hardly ever mentioned. Her breasts were achingly full, her nipples exquisitely responsive. From time to time, her flesh brushed against the material of her top, causing intense shivers of sensation.
The secret space between her thighs pulsed with neediness and an engorged womb bloated her lower belly. The base of her spine throbbed with unrelenting hunger.
Danny was dead meat.
She switched on the antique lamp and watched as he browsed some canvasses stacked in the corner. As he contemplated a piece that caught his interest, Lucy slowly – deliberately – ran a finger down the indent of his spine.
Danny shivered, his hormones springing into action. Lucy’s temptingly revealed cleavage and faint musky perfume had already had an effect.
The gentle stroke was irresistible, not that Danny ever put much effort into resisting clandestine carnality. He turned to face her and their lips met in a greedy kiss. Her mouth was blissfully soft and he seemed to melt into it. Tongue entwined tongue in a leisurely duet.
He was already fully erect and his hands hastily found their way under her top, keen to explore her large young breasts. They were pillowy and deliciously warm; he loved the sensation as his thumb brushed over a rigid nipple. Her pelvis press into his groin as he did it.
Almost without thinking, he lowered his mouth over the tempting bud and suckled, while rhythmically squeezing the surrounding flesh with his strong fingers. His other hand quickly found its way inside her panties and his belly squirmed in anticipation when he happily discovered a hot, oozing passage.
By now, both bodies were writhing in the embrace of the over-stuffed green quilt.
Danny was like a fly, joyfully drowning in a pool of sticky sweet sensation.
He didn’t mind at all when Lucy wriggled out from beneath him, straddled his body and concentrated intensely as she undid the zip on his shorts.
In one swift movement, she’d slipped them off entirely; his pants followed at lightening speed. He grabbed handfuls of the satiny material beneath him when Lucy’s warm mouth enveloped the straining head of his penis – and his lips sprung open in silent entreaty when he felt the tip of her wet, warm tongue begin to play a delicate rhythm along his most sensitive groove.
Lucy was enjoying this. She felt a deep primal purr in the pit of her belly as she stroked and cajoled her prey.
“Danny” she whispered, “I’m going to handcuff you, is that OK?”
At that point, she could have asked anything – she knew that with complete, evil certainty.
Danny acquiesced like an innocent lamb when his seductress clipped on the shining implements. In blissful recklessness, he let her attach the other end of each restraint to the brass rail at the head of the bed, then secure his ankles to the bars at the foot with soft rope. He was spread on his back in the form of an “X”.
Lucy was tender at first. She covered his proudly erect phallus in thick chocolate paste – reserved for such occasions – and slowly proceeded to lick away every scrap. This tigress was in the habit of toying with her food – with unhurriedly relishing each paroxysm of desire as her victim succumbed.
“Danny” she eventually whispered in his ear, “do you like pain?”
“Uh?” He responded in confusion.
She repeated the question.
“Uh no, well – I’ve never tried it.”
She smiled, “I like it. I like inflicting it – nothing too bad, nothing more than you can bear. I want to take you to darker places.
The borders between pain and pleasure are paper-thin. I want to keep you hovering on the brink – I want to play with you all day.”
“Go for it baby” he groaned.
Lucy opened the draw of the small cabinet beside the bed and pulled out a richly hand embellished box. All manner of obscure esoteric emblems decorated the precious container. Lifting up the lid – the interior was carefully lined in black velvet – she quickly searched the assorted contents, before extracting a small metal vibrator. It had several companions, each larger than the other. She lovingly covered it in lubricant then, with an evil glint in her eye, she went down on Danny again.
He fidgeted as warm, honey-sweet sensations flooded his groin for a second time.
Lucy gripped the stalk of Danny’s cock firmly as her mouth teasingly played with the bulging tip – then her abdomen lurched in anticipation as she slowly inserted just the initial curve of the smooth, steel phallus inside Danny’s anus. She felt his flesh tighten in resistance, but slowly and surely, she continued to press against the constricting muscle.
All the while, she soothed the discomfort with the ministrations of her tongue, deliberately searching out the aching furrow on the underside of his penis. She licked and sucked with unhurried, expert precision.
Pushing the tool in a little further, she found his resistance was diminishing.
The slick metal slid in more easily and the tenseness in his buttocks relaxed slightly – not completely though, she still savoured the evidence of fear in his body.
Danny was caught like an insect in a web, fascinatedly experiencing each aching spasm as the alluring spider consumed him bit by bit.
He no longer knew where pleasure ended and pain began.
The slippery, rigid instrument was now totally encased in Danny’s flesh and with mounting enjoyment, Lucy began to slide it in and out in a deliberately protracted movement.
Danny squirmed and moaned, but he was helpless as Lucy’s tongue continued to beckon him towards orgasm.
Lucy loved the way Danny’s ass opened up to her. The previously unyielding, wrinkled ring was now wet with lubricant and glowed a deep crimson colour – almost like it was begging for more. She wouldn’t disappoint. She quickly searched through the consecrated box again and pulled out a larger phallus. This one was pink and made of stiff rubber – moulded veins snaked up and down the shaft.
She extracted the dainty steel cock from Danny’s body – his gaping circle instantaneously retracted into a virginal, compact bud. With increasing excitement, Lucy fondly smothered the new, flesh-coloured vibrator with more clear slime from a conveniently placed bottle, until the semi-liquid dripped off the end. The device glinted in the subdued light.
“It’s OK Danny – it’s OK. This might hurt a bit a first, but you’ll love it in the end – I promise.” Lucy’s words were low – enunciated in a slow, sinister whisper. She concentrated, pressing the glans of the rubber phallus against the taut band of muscle that guarded Danny’s private sanctum. Gently, very gently, she slowly began to worm it in further.
“No Lucy please – don’t” Danny’s words were just a low, begging murmur.
In response, Lucy was silent – she merely intensified the fervour of her achingly warm mouth. The snug orifice and snaking tongue were playing an unholy rhythm around his tip – and Lucy’s other hand complemented the irresistible cadence. She squeezed it hard around his shaft, her fingers creating a tight circle. She was, very firmly and insistently, jerking him off. His rigidity contrasted starkly with the effortless, sliding ease of his skin.
“Ooooohhhhhh” Danny let out a long sigh and pleadingly wriggled his groin towards the source of his enjoyment.
As soon as Lucy felt that primitive response, she pressed the pink glistening vibrator several inches further into Danny’s ass.
“Yes – No!” Danny was hovering on the border of unexplored territory
– uncertain of the sensations slicing through his body. Pain and pleasure were beginning to lose their distinctiveness. The two companions were merging into a kaleidoscope of weirdly beguiling feelings. It felt like some dirty, disgusting whore was relentlessly beckoning him – utterly repellent and devastatingly erotic all in the same moment.
Lucy lifted her mouth from Danny’s bulge for a brief moment, “Do you think you’ll like it Danny? Do you think you’ll like when you come with a cock in your ass?”
Danny groaned slightly at the increasing ache in his abdomen, “You’re a bitch Lucy – a sick, twisted bitch,” but his words were etched in resignation rather than anger.
Lucy felt Danny’s cock stiffen even more – then an intense pulsation warned of imminent release. She took the opportunity to push the pink shaft inside him until it couldn’t go any further – watching in malevolent satisfaction as Danny’s knuckles drained white.
His fingers gripped the bed rails like a drowning man. His mouth hung open even wider in a silent scream, though even Danny couldn’t have said whether it was a cry of agony – or ecstasy.
Lucy released Danny’s inflamed apex from her mouth, but continued to masturbate him in an unwavering rhythm. She wanted to appreciate his orgasm – to watch satisfyingly vigorous spurts explode from his sex.
She didn’t have long to wait.
Danny’s abdominal muscles suddenly constricted in a powerful display of ancient, untapped force; it was like Lucy had plunged a hand deep inside his gut and pulled out a massive, struggling snake. A creature that, now it had been coaxed to the surface, was determined to have its way.
He ejaculated fiercely, sending several hot squirts across the room; one particularly forceful burst splattered across the far wall – his buttocks clamped more tightly around the intrusive phallus with each
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