Chapter 11: A walk in the park

At the same time, the next day Becky met with Larry as agreed to give him back the key to her husband’s prison. She had hardly been able to sleep that night; thoughts of the forthcoming conversation kept her awake. The sky was clear, the air fresh, as they set off along the waterfront just outside the city. Larry strolled alongside Becky, their arms loosely intertwined. It could have been a picture of a couple in love, taking a relaxed stroll, except that Becky was married and this man beside her was not her husband. The sun was reflected on the calmly flowing surface of the river and the chirping of the birds punctuated the stillness of the day. Becky made sure they were as far away from other people as possible before she started the conversation.

Larry stopped suddenly and looked Becky in the face, his smile a little amused. “Becky, the key?” he finally asked, holding out his hand. The redhead turned to him, pulling the small metal object from her pocket and placing it in Larry’s dark waiting hand. “Good girl,” he said, nuzzling her neck before slipping the key into his pocket. With that, Tom’s freedom was back in his control.

Becky swallowed hard, ready to voice her concerns. “Larry, I’ve talked to Tom and we’re worried about Frank,” she said slowly, her voice soft as if trying to soften the gravity of her words. “He really seems to be taking things too far with Sam and Julie. I’m worried that Sam won’t last long and that it’s really hurting him.”

Larry listened to her patiently, his face expressionless as he nodded. “Frank takes his role very seriously. But I think he knows what he’s doing. Everyone in the club has their limits, and it’s up to us to respect them,” Larry replied calmly while his smile remained friendly. “Frank will never intentionally hurt anyone, Becky. He’s experienced and understands the rules as well as we do.” Becky frowned, her eyes searching Larry’s for a spark of uncertainty but not finding it. “I know, but it really seems like he’s obsessed with completely suppressing Sam’s masculinity.”

“Frank knows what he’s doing,” Larry repeated gently. “Maybe you should trust him a little more. And if things get really tough, we can always intervene. But right now, I don’t see any reason to panic.”

Becky nodded slowly, although her worries would not disappear completely. They continued their walk, the silence broken only occasionally by the sound of the wind. “I guess you’re right,” Becky finally said, “maybe I really am worrying too much.”

“Everything will be fine, Becky,” Larry assured her with a smile, resting his hand on her back.

As they continued walking along the boardwalk, Larry turned to Becky, a thoughtful smile on his lips. “Becky, I have an idea,” he said softly as they stopped at a quiet corner of the park where they could enjoy the view of the calmly flowing water. Becky looked at him curiously. “What kind of idea?” she asked, forgetting her worries for a moment.

He put an arm around her shoulders again and pulled her a little closer to him. “What if we all - you, Tom, Frank, Julie and Sam - arranged a meeting?” he suggested.

Becky was surprised at this suggestion. Her eyes widened slightly. “You mean a group date?” Larry nodded. “Exactly. It’ll help ease your worries and maybe even break down your prejudices against Frank a little.” Becky thought for a moment. The thought of them all being together was scary at first, but the more she thought about it, the more sense it made. A meeting could actually help to ease the tensions.

“That’s actually a great idea, Larry,” she finally said with an approving nod. “I think it could really help. It’s better than worrying about it any more.” Larry was pleased and gave her a gentle hug. “I’m glad you think so, Becky. I’ll contact Frank and see if we can organize a suitable meeting. I’m sure it will be good for everyone involved.” Becky smiled back, a little relieved at the new plan. “Thank you, Larry. That means a lot to me.” Larry looked at her confidently.

After Becky and Larry had stood by the river for a while, they found a secluded bench in the park. They sat down there and enjoyed the peaceful, idyllic surroundings. The river babbled softly and the soft light of the afternoon sun was reflected on the water. Larry sat next to Becky and began to gently play with a strand of her coppery red hair. He wrapped it around his finger, released it and watched as it fell back onto Becky’s shoulder. “You really are beautiful, Becky,” he said, his eyes fixing her face with a mixture of affection and excitement. Becky smiled slightly sheepishly and brushed a strand of hair behind her ear. “Thank you, Larry,” she replied softly.

Larry’s gaze became more thoughtful as he continued to play with her hair. “How was the evening for Tom? Did everything go well?” Becky sat up a little straighter and recalled the events of the previous night. “It was great for him,” she began, “He was very nervous at first, but he did well in the end.” She hesitated briefly before continuing. “When I finally gave him some freedom, he was visibly relieved and overwhelmed by the feelings. The last few months in the cage have clearly spurred him on.”

Larry’s eyes sparkled as he placed his hand on Becky’s thigh and slowly moved towards her crotch. “Tom really deserves it, even if I don’t like the fact that this white pussy has been used by someone other than me,” he said, his hand sliding determinedly over Becky’s crotch, gripping it firmly. Becky took a deep breath and felt the warmth radiating from Larry’s touch. “He’d worked hard for it,” she murmured as Larry began to slide his fingers over her pants and crotch, his movements light yet firm. His fingers danced on her pants, and Becky could feel the tingle emanating from each touch.

“And was Tom’s penis able to fill you up like I usually do?” Larry suddenly asked with a cheeky smile. “He didn’t really satisfy you, did he?” His hand now slipped under Becky’s waistband and quickly found her wet entrance. Becky moaned softly as his fingers danced in her crotch, skillful movements sending electrifying waves of pleasure through her body.

“He ... did his ... best...,” Becky moaned as Larry’s fingers penetrated her deeper. “Not like you, Larry ... Ahhh ... You know ... he could never ... really ... fill me ... fill me up...” Her voice broke off under the rising pleasure, each breath heavier, each thrust of Larry’s fingers intensifying the tingling and heat in her abdomen.

Larry kissed Becky’s neck and let his dark lips glide gently over her white skin. He teased her most sensitive spots, his hand moving rhythmically in her pants, his fingers exploring her warm, moist vagina intensely and purposefully, knowing exactly what she needed and wanted.

“You deserve to be truly satisfied, my beauty,” Larry whispered as he found her clitoris with his fingers and stimulated it with targeted, sensual movements. This made Becky moan with pleasure. “Oh ... Larry ... Yes ... Oh God...,” she gasped, her body quivering with desire. The sounds of the river and the park around her blurred as her world focused on the intense sensations and the closeness of Larry’s body.

Larry’s fingers played skillfully inside her, his body close to hers, his lips running over her neck and pressing tender kisses onto her heated skin. Becky surrendered completely to the moment, letting go of all her worries and concerns and enjoying the overwhelming sensuality that Larry was giving her once again.

Larry’s fingers continued to move skillfully and precisely over Becky’s pleasure dome. His fingers danced lightly yet firmly over the sensitive knot of nerves, massaging it in circular motions that made her breathing become faster and shallower. The gentle but firm caressing, the rubbing and pressing, repeatedly triggered waves of pleasure that rippled through Becky’s body. She felt every thrust, every pressure and every twist in her deepest zone until a warm tingling sensation spread from her crotch to her stomach. Larry continued to slide his fingers over her clitoris, massaging it gently, then more firmly, always returning to the pulsating point to tease and pamper it. Becky shook her head under the increasingly intense sensations, her lips slightly parted, from which soft, breathless moans escaped.

“Oh Larry...” she gasped, her hands clutching at the bench, the lust inside her rising inexorably. “Please ... don’t stop ... Oh my God...” Larry’s fingers continued their dancing, massaging movements, her breathing becoming heavier and more intense. He knew she was close to climax - and he wanted to savor every moment of this sensual communal ritual.

His dexterous touches brought Becky to the brink of madness and she could no longer contain the fire inside her. The spectacle that unfolded on the park bench, like a couple in love who had forgotten the world around them, fortunately did not yet attract any unintended observers. Larry’s hand continued to move expertly over Becky’s crotch, squeezing and massaging her labia as she pressed her hips against his hand in a rhythmic motion, further fueling the hot desire inside her.

Larry suddenly stopped his deft finger movements and gently pulled his hand out of Becky’s pants before giving her a single, last fleeting kiss on her clitoris. Becky gasped and moaned in agitation, her breathing heavy and her body still quivering with unfulfilled desire. She watched as Larry undid his belt and opened his pants without another word. With a certain bluntness, he pulled out his massive black penis, already standing firm and ready in front of her. Its size and thickness were impressive, significantly larger than Tom’s, and Becky couldn’t help but stare in amazement. “Oh Larry...” she breathed, her eyes widening. “But not here!”.

She was suddenly aware again that they were on a park bench in public. Any walker who happened to pass by could see them in this compromising position. Her cheeks reddened with embarrassment and a hint of nervousness filled her voice. Larry grinned broadly and maliciously as he gently took her face in his hands. “Why not?” he asked teasingly. “Are you afraid someone will see us? That someone will find out our little secret?” He ran his hands over her cheeks and neck, soothing and teasing her at the same time.

Becky bit her lip, her thoughts whirling chaotically. “Larry, please...” she said softly, her voice trembling with mixed feelings of desire and restraint. Larry now took his cock in one hand and rocked it back and forth.

“I want my wife whenever I can,” he said firmly, “unlike those caged white wimps Tom and Sam, I really can all the time.” His voice dripped with mockery as he pulled her closer to him. He pressed a demanding kiss to her lips before pushing her slightly in front of the bench. Becky now knelt between his legs, her overwhelming desire and submission taking away the last of her doubts. Her green eyes met his dark eyes briefly before turning to his manhood. Her heart was beating fast and a flicker of excitement and fear ran through her.

With a mixture of devotion and obedience, Becky began to suck Larry’s massive penis. Her lips carefully encircled the tip, her tongue gently playing over the sensitive surface. She took him deeper into her mouth bit by bit, her hands gripping his base as she continued with a slow, rhythmic motion. The taste and heat of his member filled her, and she could hear Larry moaning softly above her, spurring her on further. Becky gradually accelerated her movements, sucking harder and letting her tongue dance over his entire length, while her hands stimulated him further in synchronized movements. Larry’s hands wandered through her red hair, directing her and pulling her even deeper. Every thrust, every slide in and out, increased the erotic tension between them.

“Yes, Becky ... that’s right ... take it deep in your mouth,” Larry murmured, his voice a husky whisper. Even though they were in public and could be discovered at any time, Becky sank into her raging desire and lust to please Larry. She gave everything of herself in this intimate, forbidden act and felt the growing excitement in him, which became more intense every moment.

She was now kneeling completely between Larry’s legs, the damp earth of the secluded park path pressed cool and hard against her knees. The rustic, wooden scent of the old park bench mingled with the scent of fresh grass and the gentle lapping of the nearby river. Birds chirped in the trees above them, but the nature around them seemed oblivious to the passionate activity.

Larry’s massive black penis loomed impressively in front of her, his pulsating shaft criss-crossed with fine veins. Becky let her tongue glide slowly over the sensitive tip, her breath heavy and hot on his skin. Her tongue circled the glans, teasing the small, sensitive spot just below the tip before she took the entire head back into her mouth. The salty mixture of his pre-ejaculate and natural heat filled her, her lips gently but firmly encircling his firm shaft. Her right hand grasped the base of his penis, holding it firmly and tenderly at the same time, while her left hand moved to his testicles, which she now took out of his boxer shorts. She massaged the sensitive balls with gentle movements, rolling them carefully in the palm of her hand and feeling the pulsating throb of his lust.

Becky’s head began to move rhythmically, she took him deeper into her mouth, her lips forming a tight, wet tunnel around his manhood. With each downward movement, she took in a little more of his length until her mouth was filled and her chin was almost touching his testicles. Her tongue played incessantly, sometimes gliding gently over the shaft, sometimes tickling the underside, experiencing and exploiting the sensitivity of his tissue. Larry moaned softly, his black fingers buried in Becky’s red hair. Each thrust and movement of her lips took his breath away, and his body responded with involuntary twitches of pleasure. “Yes, Becky ... that’s it,” he murmured in a husky, lustful voice.

Her head movements became faster, her breathing turned into throaty, heavy thrusts as she took him deeply and demandingly into her mouth again and again. Her right hand moved in sync with her lips, pumping and squeezing the base of his penis, while she continued to massage and squeeze his testicles with her left.

Her sweet mouth made soft, gasping noises, a mix of wet slurps and muffled moans. The copious saliva dripping from the corner of her mouth wetted both his member and her own lips, adding to the slippery effects of her movements. The surrounding scenery - the glowing green park, the ancient trees, the gentle murmur of the river - seemed to recede into the distance as Becky focused completely on the task before her. The world seemed to revolve around the pulsating, massive center of his penis and her own urgent movements.

Larry held Becky’s head and gently but firmly guided it further, his hips moving slightly with her, thrusting further into her warm, sucking mouth. Becky felt his tension grow as he surrendered completely to her rhythmic pace.

“Oh Becky ... this is ... so wonderful...” moaned Larry, his voice laced with pure, raw lust. Each of Becky’s deliberate and soulful movements served to bring him closer and closer to the edge of climax.