Chapter 4: Goliath

‘Damn!’ I thought. ‘What am I supposed to do now?’

Deciding to wait, I propped some pillows against the headboard and brought up a game on my phone. Two failed attempts later, I was about to put my phone down when my wife and Madison reappeared. JoJo dismissed Madison, then turned to me. Grinning, she said, “Good choice, husband. Now sit up, lean forward and close your eyes.”

Trusting my wife implicitly, I swiftly obeyed. What I assumed to be a silk scarf was tied around my head, blocking all sight from my eyes.

“Scoot down the bed,” JoJo demanded.

Moving to the middle of the bed, I shifted to where JoJo wanted.

“Spread your hands and feet to the four corners.”

Obeying, I placed my appendages where JoJo demanded. They were expertly tied in position.

A wet, warm mouth surrounded my erect todger. Easily swallowing my entire length, the mouth’s tongue swirled around my shaft and glans as it slid back along my dick before it took my whole dick inside again. My cock popped out of the greedily sucking mouth.

“Who was that?” JoJo asked.

Knowing my wife’s oral skills, I answered, “You, of course.”

Another eagerly sucking mouth surrounded my dick. Only this time, a hand grasped my shaft near the bottom. As the mouth bobbed down, the hand stroked in a twisting motion upwards to meet the descending lips. A tongue swirled over my shaft and glans as the mouth bobbed up.

My dick was released.

“Who was that?”

“Still you,” I replied.

I could feel my wife’s grin. “Well done, husband. Yes, they were both me. Now, try this.”

Two thighs dropped on either side of mine, and an extremely hot perineum pressed against them. A hand took my cock, and the bottom on my knees lifted, then lowered onto my cock’s head. The warmth on my glans felt extreme, and the pussy on it was soakingly wet. Then, after a moment’s hesitation, the pussy glided down my strainingly erect pole, and I was fully embedded inside a wet and hot cunt.

JoJo’s voice came from above me, “Who are you inside?”

‘Fuck!’ I thought. ‘It’s not JoJo, but who could it be? Shit, am I fucking Madison? Surely Bella wouldn’t want me to fuck Madison for the first time without being there?’ Then I knew. Grinning, I said, “Mum.”

Laughing, JoJo removed the blindfold, and I gazed up at my beautiful mother. “I do not believe you could tell your mother’s pussy, Xavier!” JoJo said, exasperated. “She was in Brisbane. How could you possibly figure out it was her?”

I turned to see a naked Peter Peterson stroking his throbbingly erect cock beside the bed.

Laughing harder, I replied, “Simple logic. Mum wouldn’t be absent when I made love to Madison for the first time. The pussy on my cock wasn’t yours, and it definitely wasn’t Alannah’s. Roxy is a hundred metres down the road with Alan, so that left one alternative. Peter and Mum had driven back from Brisbane, and she was riding my cock.”

“Only logic?” Bella pouted as she began riding me.

“Once I figured out who it couldn’t be,” I explained. “I knew for certain it had to be you, and I recognised the feel of your sweet pussy on my dick.”

Satisfied with my explanation, Mum leaned forward so I could suck her thick nipple into my mouth, “Yes!” She hissed her climax not far away. A few seconds later, Mum tried to force all her luscious tit into my mouth as her orgasm crested. Sighing, Mum lifted from me.

Expecting JoJo to take her place, I was surprised when Peter sat on my chest, his knees under my armpits. Then, standing on his knees, Peter moved back, placed a hand on the headboard, and grabbed his dick in his right hand.

“Bella wants to watch you sucking me off, Xavier,” Peter explained as he lowered his cock’s head onto my lips. “I don’t know if I can cum, but will you help me try, please?”

Delighted, I answered by opening my mouth and sucking Peter’s gorgeous dick into my mouth. Sucking hard, I swirled my tongue around his glans before relaxing my suck and lifting my head to take more of his cock into my mouth. Taking the hint, Peter grasped a handful of my hair to hold my head still, then pushed his hips forward. Moments later, his pubic bone hit my nose, and I’d swallowed his entire length.

“Fuck his mouth,” JoJo demanded.

Holding my hair tightly, Peter pulled around half of his cock out of my mouth before shoving viciously back in. Relaxing my throat, I readily accepted Peter’s long, thin dick stroking into my mouth and over my gag reflex.

Closing his eyes, imagining that Bella was sucking him, I surmised, Peter fucked my mouth harder and harder until his pubis thudded against my nose. Then, unexpectedly, he forced his pubic bone against my nose, groaned, and spat his juices into my mouth and down my throat. Quickly swallowing, I accepted Peter’s gift.

“So good, Xavier,” Peter groaned, pulling his slowly deflating dick from my mouth.

Flopping onto her back, Bella grabbed Peter’s head and guided him onto her pussy. Simultaneously, JoJo swung her leg over my tied body, took my twitching and throbbing member in her hand, and then lowered her dripping cunt onto my cock.

Dropping down hard, my wife’s pubic bone mashed against mine, “Fuck me, Xavier,” JoJo demanded, ripping her hips back and then jamming them forward onto my pubis again. “Don’t hold back,” she yelled. “Give me all that you have!”

I rammed my hips up to meet my wife’s downward thrusts. Our coupling wasn’t lovemaking, it was pure animalistic fucking. Taking a double handful of her plump breasts, JoJo squeezed her tits hard before taking her nipples between her forefingers and thumbs. Then, twisting and hauling on her thick nipples, my wife slammed down onto my cock.

“Fill me with seed, husband,” JoJo demanded. “I know that I’m already pregnant, but breed your bitch tonight!”

Her demand was too much, and I lost control, “Fuck!” I roared as my ejaculate exploded into my wife’s slippery cunt. “Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” I repeated in time with my cum spasms.

Bella and JoJo untied me. Cuddling into my right side, my mother kissed my neck before whispering, “Glad I’m home, my son?”

Turning my head to kiss Mum’s forehead, I replied, “I hate you going away, Bella. We’re husband, wife and wife. Either we move to Kangaroo Point and live with Peter, or Peter moves to here full-time.”

Peter lay, snuggled into Mum’s back and ass, “I hear you, son,” he said. “I’ve turned most of the day-to-day operation of my publishing empire over to my assistant. She’s better at running it than I am, anyway. So I’ll use my phone and emails and work from an office I’ll set up in your studio and live with you, JoJo and Bella if you’ll have me.”

Happy, I drifted off to sleep. The following morning, I woke to an empty bed. Stretching and yawning, I opened the en suite door, expecting to find my two wives showering, but the room was empty. Shrugging, I put on my long robe. I usually wore one similar to what Bella and JoJo wore. That is to say, opaque and barely covering my ass and balls. But in deference to Alannah, I chose the thicker and longer one.

Walking into the kitchen, I found only JoJo drinking tea at the table. “Where is everyone?” I asked, slightly miffed that they were absent.

“I sent them down to Roxy’s,” JoJo replied. “I wanted you to myself this morning.”

Smiling, I raised my eyebrow, “Oh, wifey?” I snickered. “Why’s that?”

“Just because you missed the chance to rough fuck me last night doesn’t mean you’re off the hook to be rough fucked by me today,” JoJo fiercely stated. “Don’t eat too much, husband,” she added. “You don’t want a full stomach with what I’m going to do to you!”

“Missed the chance?” I protested mildly. “You unleashed Bella and Peter on me!”

JoJo laughed, “Your mum cornered me when you were chatting up Karen and told me what she wanted to do. I doubted that Peter would do it, so I planned some fun if he didn’t. Too bad for you, he did. But now it’s my turn to have some fun.”

“Chatting Karen up?” I also protested.

“Oh, come on, Xavier! You were two seconds from having your hands down each other’s pants and tongues down the other’s throats.”

“She asked if I was available, and I told her to ask you and Bella,” I defensively explained.

Grinning at my discomfiture, JoJo asked, “And the finger down her cleavage, the suggestively raised eyebrow, and the emphasised ‘ask Bella and JoJo’? That was all her as well?”

My face burning, I admitted, “Well, she is damned sexy. Those big, firm tits on her tiny frame, and her tight, toned ass, what’s not to like? But, baby! You know I’ll flirt, but I’d never do anything without you and Bella saying it was okay.”

“Did I say I was jealous, husband?” JoJo asked sweetly, and I wondered how much trouble I was in. My wife was never sweet. Not unless she was pissed or wanted something badly.

Deciding I needed to eat humble pie, I moved closer to my wife, knelt, took her hand in mine and softly said, “You’re right, wifey. I came on to her. I was wrong, and I promise I’ll never do anything like that again.”

“Don’t make promises you can’t keep, Xavier,” JoJo answered forcefully. Then looking passively at me, her face showing no emotion, JoJo asked, “Do you think you’re in trouble, husband? Is that why you’re crawling to me?”

“It sure seems like,” I told her.

Refusing to answer further, JoJo pulled an object out from under the sink. Then, handing it to me, she stated, “Shower, then douche, husband.”

Looking at the douche bottle JoJo had handed me, I exclaimed, “Oh, shit!”

“No, Xavier,” my wife deadpanned. “The douche is to ensure you don’t shit.”

To ensure I’d followed JoJo’s edict, I quickly showered, then douched three times. After the third douche, all that came out of my ass was clear liquid, so I was sure my anal cavity was as clean as possible. Then, to make doubly sure, I took another quick shower, concentrating on cleaning around my genitals and ass. Finally, satisfied my innards and genitals were clean, I added some deodorant, shaved and left the en suite.

JoJo lay propped up against the bed’s headboard. All she wore was a tiny leather string bra that barely covered her big nipples and squeezed each breast mound into two separate globes, an upper and a lower one. Beneath that JoJo had on a black leather skirt barely two hand widths wide. JoJo’s plump labia were covered by a minuscule black leather thong that more spread her pussy lips than covered them.

On her legs, JoJo wore ‘thigh-high fuck me’ boots with a huge platform sole and a long, nasty-looking spike. She held a long, thick cat ‘o’ nine tails whip in her hand.

Pointing the whip at me, JoJo demanded, “On your knees, husband. Crawl across to, then onto the bed.”

Once I was on the bed, JoJo spread her thighs and pulled her thong aside, “Get started, husband. I’ll tell you when I’ve had enough. And you’d better not even touch your cock until I say you can!”

Deciding that silence was my best option, I eagerly moved between my wife’s plump thighs and dove in. The angle JoJo sat at made this position uncomfortable for me, but I wasn’t willing to risk JoJo’s ire by asking her to move or trying to shift her. After her first small but rapidly appearing climax, JoJo took pity on me and moved down the bed.

I brought her to another orgasm using only my tongue. Once she came down from this cum event, JoJo swung her booted foot over my body and stood up. “On your back, Xavier. Close your eyes,” JoJo demanded, and I quickly complied.

JoJo covered my eyes with the same item she’d used last night, and even though I twisted my head back and forth, I couldn’t see a damned thing. I suddenly felt hands on my cock and balls. Jumping, I tried to reassure myself that my loving wife wouldn’t hurt her most prized possession, but when I felt my balls being carefully pulled away from my shaft, I couldn’t help but worry. Something relatively rough, a strip of leather, I thought, was wrapped around my sack just below my shaft and slowly drawn tight, separating my balls from my cock’s shaft.

Once my balls were securely separated from my cock, the tie was wrapped around the base of my shaft. Then it, too, was slowly tightened. This allowed the blood to flow into my cock, but stopped it from leaving. As a result, my cock filled to an almost painful level as it throbbed and pulsed in time to my heartbeat.

I wasn’t exactly frightened, but I was clearly stressed. I felt soft fingers stroke over my cock’s head and shaft and tickle my balls. “Relax, Xavier,” JoJo said. “I won’t cause you any permanent harm.” Then she chuckled, “But you will suffer some temporary pain.”

Not mollified at all, I anxiously awaited what was next. Unable to see, I felt my wife swing her booted leg over my face. She pressed her leather thong-covered pussy onto my mouth and ground lightly against my lips. Then, lifting up, she pulled the thong aside and lowered her soppingly wet cunt onto my lips. Next, JoJo grabbed a handful of my hair, pulled her mouth hard against her clitoris and rubbed herself against me.

This wasn’t me servicing her pussy, nor was it me making love to my wife. This was JoJo using me to get off. I was almost a sex toy for her to use to bring herself to climax. It was a total role reversal from our regular lovemaking. When my wives and I made love, I was the dominant partner. Being made the submissive one both confused and aroused me. It wasn’t something I thought I’d enjoy permanently, but I loved playing this role for my wife because she was obviously getting off on it.

Rubbing her clit roughly across my chin, mouth and nose, JoJo came hard. Then, after a brief pause, she rocked her hips a few more times and came harder. The second time, JoJo pressed her labia so tightly across my mouth that I couldn’t breathe. Trusting her, I tried to ignore my desperate need to suck in a breath and stabbed my tongue into her vulva as far and as quickly as I could.

Turning around, JoJo pushed a pillow under my head and then lowered her pussy back to my mouth. This time, her labia only touched my mouth lightly, and I could lap at her entrance and revel in her taste or tip my chin up to tongue her tiny nubbin.

JoJo’s hand grasped my balls, and her thumb and forefinger wrapped around the base of my shaft. Then, holding my cock so it pointed at the ceiling, JoJo slid her warm, wet mouth over my glans and lashed them with her tongue. Having my cock blown was, as always, a pleasurable experience, but with the blood having nowhere to go, it soon became too intense. To relieve the pressure, my cock kept trying to orgasm, but the ties prevented my balls from tightening to my sack, and I couldn’t achieve release.

“What’s the matter, husband,” JoJo teased. “Can’t get off?”

“No, I can’t,” I groaned, somewhat in pain.

Pushing her hips down more firmly, JoJo demanded, “Bring me off again. Then we’ll do something different.”

Eager to get some release, I quickly resumed bringing my wife to fruition. Only a few moments later, JoJo groaned and pushed down hard on my chin, grinding her nubbin against it, and climaxed. Her juices flooded over my chin and down my neck.

Moving off the bed, JoJo instructed me to bring my hands together in front of me and intertwine my fingers. Then, using more leather ties, JoJo securely bound my wrists together. Testing the binds, I found no give in the ties at all, but they were loose enough to ensure the blood flow to my hands was good.

JoJo moved away from the bed momentarily. When she returned, what felt like a leather sleeve was wrapped around my cock’s shaft. It stretched from just above my balls to just below my frenulum, fully encasing my shaft. Once she was confident she had the sheath placed correctly, JoJo slowly tightened the sheath until it squeezed my shaft tightly, forcing even more blood into my cock’s engorged head. Next, JoJo tied the sheath to the binds on my hands. When she lifted my hands, the tie pulled the sheath, and the sheath effectively masturbated me.

“Roll over,” JoJo demanded.

A little awkwardly, I obliged. Then, pulling my knees roughly apart JoJo buckled a spreader bar between my legs, just beneath my knees. Next, she poured a dollop of cold liquid onto my ass. Then, before I could protest, JoJo used the head of a sizeable feeling butt plug to spread the fluid around my ring. Finally, satisfied that I was adequately lubed, JoJo centred the plug on my rosebud and firmly pushed it in.

With a grunted “Ouch!” I relaxed my sphincter and accepted the protuberance inside my ass.

Tapping on it, JoJo leaned over and whispered in my ear as she tapped on the plug, “Get used to it, husband. This is only the start. Next, I’m going to fuck you with Goliath.”

‘Goliath?’ I wondered.

Standing up, JoJo attached ropes to the ends of the spreader bar before tying me firmly to the bed. I could probably have moved down the bed, but there was no way I could move further up.

“Can’t have you trying to escape,” JoJo giggled, patting my ass.

Everything was silent for a while, and I wondered if JoJo had left me bound where I was. The plug in my bottom wasn’t bothering me anymore, but I had a vaguely full feeling as if I needed to take a dump.

Suddenly JoJo sat on the bed beside my hips and grasped the plug’s base. She began rhythmically tapping on the plug. She tap, tap, tapped on the plug before grabbing the base and pulling and pushing back and forth before tap, tap, tapping again. “I got this idea from watching Alan yesterday, baby,” she informed me. “Does it feel as good as Alannah seemed to think it did?”

I shook my head to indicate the negative. It didn’t hurt and wasn’t unpleasant, but it wasn’t a massive turn-on, either. Nevertheless, it was something I could vaguely enjoy because it was ramping my wife’s arousal to levels I’d rarely seen, well, felt, I guess, given I was blindfolded.

“Hmm,” JoJo mused. “Let’s try this.”

I heard a vibrator turn on and soon felt it pressing against the base’s plug. The buzzing toy vibrated the plug against my prostate, and a wave of pleasure exploded through me.

“Oh, fuck!” I groaned as my dick strained to orgasm.