Chapter 6.1: Jennie and All

When I woke up, the sun was shining, and the two women were wrapped up around each other. Jennie and Sunita seemed to have fallen asleep while mutually eating each other’s pussies. I was enthralled by the fact that Jennie had offered to take Sunita into her household. Those two would do very well together.

I looked at the clock that was ticking away over the mantelpiece and realized with a jolt that it was already well past noon. Our gymnastics of the previous day and night had taken their toll on us.

My wife Agnes was no longer in the room and probably gone back to Bertie’s chambers after her visit with us. Agnes was inexhaustible sexually. This was perhaps because she was a witch as well as the effect that the Grimoire was having on us.

While within the magic of the book we did not seem to age and our sexual vigor seemed limitless. I know that my performance would not have been possible before I chose to live with her in the magic of the book.

I quietly got dressed in trousers and pants and tiptoed out of the room. Descending the staircase, I heard voices coming from the dining room.

“Come in, John. Pull up a pew and relax. We are having a late start today. I think the ladies wore us out last night,” Bertie boomed from the head of the table. “Sit next to Daisy. I feel that she is most anxious to get to know you better. Is that not so Daisy?”

The lady blushed as I sat next to her and greeted her with a smile, “Good day, my Lady.”

“Oh please. Sir John. Just call me Daisy.”

“Well, Daisy I’ll do that if you do me the honor of calling me, John.”

“Have you met my husband Francis,” she said nodding at the weedy looking person across the table.

“Yes, Daisy, we exchanged courtesies yesterday but did not have an opportunity of having a conversation.”

A footman approached and offered me the menu for the day. I had such an appetite I could have eaten a horse. However, I did not want to feel stuffed as I thought of the pleasures ahead. I ordered a small beef steak with asparagus and oven roasted potatoes.

“A growing lad needs his energy I see,” tittered Daisy from next to me as she glanced down at the bulge in my trousers.

From across the table her husband, Richard guffawed and said, “With her, you will certainly need it. I think she has high hopes you will be fucking her very soon.”

The poor woman turned crimson as I am sure I also did. I was not used to this type of public conversation at a dinner table.

Daisy was a tall, long-legged, and buxom brunette. She had an enchanting smile. However, her eyes betrayed sadness. The peignoir Daisy was wearing left little to the imagination as when she leaned forward her breasts were exposed to the sight of all. She sat with her robe partially parted below her hips and revealed a good deal of thigh and extraordinary legs. I was confident that she had absolutely nothing under it.

Agnes walked in accompanied by Jessie and came up to me to plant a passionate kiss on my lips.

“Having fun, John?” she asked.

“Thank you, darling. Yes, I am, and I’m sure you are too.” She smiled sweetly at me and went to sit next to Bertie.

Jennie came and bussed me also. “Thank you for yesterday, John. It was a day I will long remember.” She then whispered in my ear, “I see Daisy is your next conquest. If you want to really seduce her and make her happy I will give you a hint. She likes to be publicly humiliated spanked and arse fucked. Especially in front of her husband. She loathes him and wants to see him humiliated by seeing her used by other men.”

I looked at her with surprise in my eyes. “Really?”

She just nodded and went to sit on the other side of the table. I detected relief on Daisy’s face as it seemed she had her eyes set on me and did not want any competition.

I saw that Sunita was now with Jessie and that I was to have the freckled Irish beauty, Shelagh, be my assistant and fluffer today. She was standing next to my chair waiting for instructions.

Looking over at Richard and not liking the look of the man, I decided to give Daisy her monies worth. I summoned Shelagh and quietly told her to bring a length of clothesline and some cloth pins to the salon.

Turning to Daisy, I placed my hand on her thigh and stroked it softly under the table. I could feel the goosebumps rise on her flesh. “Daisy, are you a naughty girl?” I asked.

She smiled at me. “Yes, John.”

“Slightly naughty or very naughty?”

“Oh, very naughty.”

“What should happen to naughty girls?”

Blushing again, a deeper shade of red suffused her creamy skin, and she murmured, “They should be punished.”

“Should I punish you?” I said while reaching into her robe and fondling her tit within sight of all the gathered assembly.

She gasped and replied, “Yes.”

“Take off your peignoir and your mules and stand up,” I ordered.

“John, the servants!”

Seeing her reluctance, I took her nipple and pinched it hard. She immediately complied and exposed herself.

“Very nice,” I said, running my hands over her body. “Now turn around and give us the back view. Bend at the waist and show us your bum.” When she did as I ordered, I added, “Now part your ass cheeks.”

As she obeyed my instructions, I glanced around the table and saw Bertie grinning as he took out his cock and winked at me. Agnes immediately started to stroke him to his obvious delight. Jessie smiled at me and blew me a kiss.

Meanwhile, Richard had a resigned look on his face as he watched his wife humiliated in front of all his friends.

I stood up and reached under Daisy and cupped her pussy from behind. She was soaking wet, and I wondered where these unknown domineering instincts that I was exhibiting were coming from. I guessed there must always be a first time as I felt my cock rising to the occasion.

My hand lifted under Daisy until she was standing on her toes. I forced her to walk in that position into the salon.

The rest followed. I supposed they were intent on seeing the show. So, this was going to be very public. I instructed Shelagh to bring me a straight-backed chair and told Daisy to kneel. I sat in front of her and lowered my trousers. “Suck it, woman,” I ordered taking her face and forcing it towards my penis.

I felt my glans butt against her closed mouth. “Open wide, Daisy, all the way down your throat. That’s a good girl, take it all in.”

She struggled to raise her head, and I gave her some leeway before forcing her down till her nose was in my pubic hairs. I relented and pulled her up. Tears were streaming down her saliva coated face.

“Now, Daisy, tell us all, are you a naughty girl?”

“I am.”

“Why is that?” I asked.

“I am a slut, John,” she sobbed, “I love being a play toy for men.”

“What should I do to a naughty girl?”

“Please punish me as I surely deserve.”

“In front of everybody right now?”

“Please, Sir.”

“Stand up and drape your body over my lap with your arse facing up.”

Her marvelous rounded behind was soon under my gaze and my reach. She had a genuinely delectable derriere. I ran my hands over the creamy colored flesh and mauled and pinched her ass cheeks. I could feel her wriggle on my lap and my cock was trapped between her body and mine.

I told my audience that I was going to spank our naughty girl and asked how many spanks she should receive. Suggestions ranging from ten swats per cheek to one hundred. The last by her husband. I distinctly heard Daisy hiss just one word at his suggestion, “Baastuhd.”

“Richard, one hundred swats? I want to punish her not kill her. I have many uses for that marvelous body later. Bertie, we will take your suggestion ten per cheek. “Daisy you are not to move while I apply your punishment. Grip the legs of the chair.”

I ran my hands a couple of more times in circles around her tempting tush before landing the first swat on the proffered cheek. Alternating from cheek to cheek I proceeded to spank in a steady rhythm as I watched her bum turn red. She took it like a trooper. I could hear her sobs as I punished her, but she did not flinch away from it.

Once done I kept her on my lap by placing my hand on the small of her back and pushed her far leg away, so that it dropped to the floor off my lap. Her pussy was now exposed to the view of all, and I ran my fingers through her pussy lips which were dripping with her juices.

“Daisy, I think you enjoyed that? Maybe I should spank you some more.”

“No! Please don’t, my arse is on fire. You have a heavy hand Sir John,” she sobbed.

I parted her ass cheeks and ran my fingernail against her little-puckered hole making her body spasm against mine.

“Ticklish are we? I asked. Without waiting for a response, I lubricated my fingers with her copious ejaculation and thrust two fingers deep into her ass. She mewled and somehow stuck her ass upward taking both fingers completely into her warm confines.

I released her after diddling her ass for a few minutes and told her to stand with her belly against the table I’d had Shelagh place in the middle of what I now thought of as the stage.

I admired her body with its long legs and well-rounded behind. I moved to her and cupped her heavy breasts in my palms and mauled them. “Spread your legs and keep them spread, I ordered.

I asked Shelagh to bring me the clothesline and the clothes pins at which point her husband, Richard stood up and walked over to us. “Daisy, I forbid you to do this,” he snarled.

“Forbid me? Who are you to forbid me anything?”

“Daisy, I’m your husband, and you will obey my wishes. Go get dressed we’re leaving right now.”

“You may leave, I’m staying. I have had it with you. Go back to London to your gay friends and fellow sodomites. You will never get near me again. If I hear any complaints, gossip or threats, I will make your life a living nightmare. Now go!”

I watched him slink out of the room as Daisy resumed her position with her head held high her legs spread wide and her stomach against the table.

“Daisy, are you all right?” I asked.

She turned and looked me in the eye. “Never better, John. You stirred my blood to the boiling point, and I definitely want more stirring.”

She came to me and wrapping her arms around me gave me a very sensual kiss. As she released me to retake her position at the table, I glanced at Agnes, and she smiled and gave me a thumbs up. While the smile on Bertie’s face and the sparkle in his eye spoke wonders.

I returned to my lovely victim and attached a length of clothesline to her ankle indicating to Shelagh that she should do the same to the other leg. Once the legs were secured to the legs of the table leaving her wide open to whatever I wished to do to her, I stepped back and examined my work. I wound cord around the upper thigh on each leg and using Shelagh’s help stretched her wide open. She was now totally exposed with her pussy and asshole visible to all. As a further refinement, we placed a pillow under her bust and head before pulling her arms forward and stretching her body across the table.

I circled behind her and admired the display she afforded all of us. The audience was abuzz wondering what I would do to Daisy next. Looking at them I could see that the erotic display before them had them mesmerized. Women were sitting on men’s laps and fondling one another while their eyes were riveted on center stage.

“Are you still a naughty girl, Daisy or have you changed your mind?” I asked giving her a smack across her bum.

“Oh definitely naughty, John. Do with me as you wish. My pussy is tingling, and I need to have the fire within me quelled.”

“Daisy, you are such a lewd sight in this position with your holes visible and accessible to anyone who wishes to use them.”

Bringing back to her mind how she was placed and what all could see again made her blush. I caressed her still reddened ass cheeks, and the heat she was radiating turning me on more and more. I longed to feel that heat against my body. I thought, however, one further humiliation was called for.

I swung my hand under her spread legs to land a swat at her proffered pussy. She yelped in surprise, and I continued spanking her pussy lips for a good minute as she writhed in all kinds of ways trying to avoid the blows. The rope held her tight, and she was powerless to do anything but sob.

“Too much for you, Daisy?” I asked.

“Oh, enough, John. It hurts but now that you have stopped it feels so good.”

“Well let me check.” Crouching down I could see her puffy lips were now red and swollen. Her clit was fully exposed, and I took it and rolled it between my fingers and pinched it. Her moans were loud enough to carry through the room and reach the ears of our audience.

“Shelagh, get under the table. Your task will be to finger and tongue that beautiful pussy while I attend to her ass. Now be careful I do not want you to make her cum. Just keep her on edge till I tell you to make her cum if that is required. If she gets too close without my command just give her a smart slap on her clit to stop her or use one of those clothespins to pinch her pussy.”

Shelagh assumed her position and let out a startled, “Sir, she’s dripping wet.”

The audience tittered at that bit of information, and I told Shelagh that I was aware.

Placing myself behind Daisy, I prodded her anus with the tip of my cock. To my surprise, she managed to push back against me to lodge my glans into her receptive asshole. I waited a few seconds without moving and thrust forward spearing her bottom with the full length of my cock. Apart from one ‘ouch’ she accepted the thrust, and I looked down to see her asshole distended around my cock. I started sawing slowly in and out of her tight asshole while feeling the heat radiating from her ass cheeks each time my belly came into contact with them.