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Subject: {ASSM} "Creampie Bondage" (M+F MM Bd wife) by Creampie Eater, Part 1
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something else. Note also that my stories may portray sexual acts that are
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so, caveat lector.

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Creampie Bondage

I shifted in my seat, very uncomfortable with the looks Madam Snake was
giving me.  I wanted to glance over to Shawna, my wife, but I was too
chicken.

"I warn you," she was saying, "that getting what you ask for is painful." 
She gave us a tight smile, indicating that the thought of making things
painful for us was pleasant to her.  "These are forms asking you to list
what two things you would like me to consider as activities when we meet
next week."  She slid the forms to the opposite corners of her desk, so that
Shawna and I couldn't peek at each other's.

On mine I wrote, "I am interested in being restrained", then paused.  I had
a fantasy involving watching my wife with another man, but I wasn't sure I
wanted to see it really come true.  I felt my dick get hard, and went ahead
and wrote "I would like to watch my wife with someone else".  There was
another part of the form where I was to indicate things I would refuse to
do, and there I wrote "serious pain or cutting."  Then I signed it where it
indicated, and slid it back to her.

I was done before Shawna and Madam Snake picked mine up to glance at it
while we waited.  I tried not to stare at her, but I had trouble not doing
just that.  For one thing, I was scared of her reaction.  For another I
found her exquisite.  Her body was nice, as her "clothing" revealed.  But
her head did me in.  She had unnaturally black hair, formed into a severe
helmet style with bangs, which never seemed to be at all mussed.  It framed
her face, accentuating the bright red lipstick she wore.  When I looked at
her long enough, I couldn't help but envision her head swaying back and
forth as she swallowed my cock.  Of course, I had no chance of that ever
happening, and daydreaming was dangerous.

Shawna finished her essay (she seemed to write forever!), and slid it across
to Madam Snake.  Madam Smake's reaction was completely neutral when she read
mine, but she broke into an vicious smile when she read Shawna's.  Both
Shawna and I squirmed at that.  Her eyes lifted to Shawna's, and her voice
carried a warning when she asked, "Are you quite sure?  I won't ask again."

Shawna gulped.  "Y-yes," she said.

"OK then," Madam Snake replied.  She stood, and we did too.  "I require the
money for next weekend up front?"  I pulled the check for $500 from my
pocket, and handed it to her.  "Excellent," she said, "I shall see you at
6:30 am next Saturday.  Good day."

Upon leaving the building, a warehouse converted into a disco and sexclub, I
blurted out, "did she say SIX thirty A.M.?!"

"Shut up!" Shawna said, taking my hand and pulling me urgently to the car. 
"You've GOT to fuck me now!"  She unlocked the car doors remotely as we
hurried to it, then swung open the back door of the Excursion.  She hopped
up onto the seat, pulling up her skirt and revealing her pantylessness. 
"C'mon Clem, fuck me!"

I had never ever known her to be this bold, wanting to be fucked in our car,
in broad daylight.  But I too was horny enough to not care.  I pulled down
my dungarees and pushed my erection into her.  She was soaking wet, and part
of my brain knew we'd have to have the vehicle cleaned because she was
ruining the seats.  She came in about a minute, totalling the upholstery.  I
grunted immediately afterwards, filling her with shot after wonderful shot
of semen.  Start to finish, it had taken about two minutes.

Problem was, she didn't want it finished just yet.  "Eat me," she begged as
I milked the last of the cum from my cock before stuffing myself back into
my pants.  "Clean my cummy pussy," she panted.

"You know I think that's nasty," I said.  I glanced at her flowing hole,
already showing white gunk.  "Gross."

"Oh God," she implored, "please!"  I watched her fingers begin to spread the
goo over her clit, frantically building to another orgasm.

"Maybe someday," I said, lying.  I wouldn't ever do that, no matter how hot
she thought it was.  I watched as she came again, seeing cum bubble out of
her as her womb contracted.  It was foul, and yet she rapidly scooped up as
much as she could and moaned loudly as she ate it.

She laid there panting.  "Oh gawd that was amazing," she smiled.  "I can't
wait until next week."

Madam Snake was to be a facilitator in our fantasy life.  A pro domme, her
web advertisement had lured us to her.  Shawna and I had a good sex life,
but we both wanted something to spice it up.  We'd decided on a lark one
night to pursue some light D/s games.  Madam Snake was going to get us
started and give us a little intro into that lifestyle.  It was clear in our
meeting that she was everything we'd fantasized about in a dungeon mistress.

We arrived five minutes the next Saturday, waiting at the front door to the
club.  We were nervous, but precisely at the right time the door swung
outwards and Madam Snake herself admitted us.

She didn't smile, but nodded approvingly.  "I am glad you passed your first
test of willingness to obey," she said.  She handed us a key to a locker on
a silver chain, pointed toward the locker room, and told us to strip and
shower.  "Then report back to my office."

Shawna and I were very excited as we took off our clothes and stuffed them
into the locker.  I put the chain around my neck, and we went in to shower. 
There was only one faucet, unlabelled.  It turned out to control the cold
water, which shocked us in its temperature.  There was soap, of the gritty
lava-like kind, and we dutifully scrubbed ourselves clean, excited to know a
little of what slaves know.  We reported back to Madam Snake's office,
freshly buffed by the thin towels in the locker room.

"Now," she said, not looking at all tired despite the early hour, "until we
have newer members than yourselves, you will be responsible for cleaning the
club any day you appear here.  Make no mistake, you are the lowest lifeform
on the food chain here."  I had sported an erection, and I know Shawna was
excited too.  But Madam Snake had ignored that, and gave us our orders.  The
very matter-of-factness killed our arousal, not to mention the chores.

My first chore was to clean out the trash cans, which I found contained a
lot of gross things like used condoms.  Then I used a mop and disinfectant
to clean the dried nastiness from the floor, and rags to similarly clean the
tables, chairs, bars, and even the walls.  It was a stomach churning
experience to see the affects of hedonism under the harsh light of day.

I had just about come unglued when I was summoned via a loudspeaker to come
to the office.  Once there, Madam Snake had me stand with legs beyond
shoulder-width apart, and my arms straight out.  I looked like the famous
spread-eagle figure by Michelangelo.  Madam Snake quickly stooped behind me
and grabbed my balls, making me nearly cry out in surprise (which I am sure
would have been a mistake).  She snapped something cold and heavy around my
sack, and I looked down to see it was a pad lock of some sort.

"This will keep you from having your testacles engage and your cumming
without permission," she told me.  "Besides, I think the stretching feeling
will remind you that you are not just a lowly servant, but a sex slave."

"Yes, ma'am," I said humbly, feeling my nuts sagging lowly.

I was sent back then to clean the bathroom, another gagging experience. 
Someone (or someones, plural) had thrown up, missing the target.  It was a
unisex bathroom, with two stalls.  One didn't have a door, which I supposed
was for the slaves.  There was actually a third stall, which was missing the
commode and instead had eyebolts on the floor.  I hated to think what that
was used for, although I was actually excited to think I knew.

I hadn't seen much of Shawna, but as I headed back to the office for my next
chore, I saw her.  "Where've you been?" I asked.

"Doing laundry," she replied.  "While I waited I had to clean the paddles. 
I hope I don't get to feel them," she shuddered.  I told her what I had been
doing, and then I went on my way to the office.

"Good," Madam Snake commented when I arrived.  "I was about to call you." 
She stood and led the way out of the office.  "Come with me," she intoned
imperiously.

She led me right back to where I had been, the bathroom.  On the way,
though, she stopped at a supply locker and grabbed an enema bag.  My stomach
sank as I realized it was for me.  Sure enough, she gave me two enemas,
making sure the water ran clear.  Then I was led back to her office, where
she selected a small buttplug.  I was amazed to look at the others, some
very much larger, as she inserted it painfully into me.  It was humiliating,
because this stranger was using me, and also because it was a wimpy size and
I couldn't even properly take that.

She discharged me to clean the bar glasses, telling me to send Shawna in.  I
did, and I was unsurprised to see Madam Snake lead Shawna into the bathroom,
then back to the office.  To my surprise though, when Shawna came back out,
she wasn't wearing just a buttplug, but a buttplug with a "Garfield" tail
sticking comically out of it.  I suppressed my smile when I saw her cross
look.

If the morning was filled with domestic drudgery, the afternoon could be
scarcely less so.  We completed our chores by 1pm, and held hands happily as
we looked at our work.  The club looked pretty damn great, if we said so
ourselves!  Then, we received a page to return to the office.

In ten seconds, we were directed back to take showers, making sure we were
"clean this time".  We endured longer showers this time, as we made sure we
were freshly shaven "down there."  We had had great fun in the early morning
shaving, so this was just a touch up.  Shawna and I used the pumice soap on
each other, and when we stepped out we were more pink from the scrubbing
than blue from the cold.

"Damn I am nervous," Shawna admitted.

"You want to bail?" I asked, almost hoping she'd say yes.

"No... I am nervous, but excited too," she explained.  As if to emphasize it,
she gave me a nice hug, her damp head pressed against my chest.

"I'm sure it will be everything you want," I said, trying in my masculine
way to support her.

Surprisingly, she broke the hug and gave me a deep kiss, then said, "I hope
not, for your sake!"  She turned and led the way to the office, leaving me
stunned and worried.

Madam Snake was waiting impatiently for us, her arms crossed in negative
body language.  Her cross look combined with her severe fetish hair made me
quake rather more than I'd like to admit.  "This is your last chance to back
out," she told us.  "You'll forfeit your deposit, but you might want to
consider just walking away."

Shawna and I looked at each other, and she nodded to me.  "No, Madam, we
want to go ahead."  That made her smile, and I think I would have preferred
the cross look.  She took a little handbell, and shook it.

A door I had never noticed opened in the paneling, and five husky men came
out.  I took a step backward, because their appearance was startling and
scary.  They wore colored faces like Darth Maul in Star Wars: red and black
striped.  By the time I realized it was a disguise, any retreat or escape
was impossible.  Three of the biggest men moved between the doorway and me,
blocking egress through it.  Instead, I stood there like a deer in the
headlight as the three advanced menacingly and gripped my upper arms.  In my
panic, I barely noticed that the other two had grabbed Shawna.  We were
marched out the door and to the back where the "dungeon" was.

I didn't think to cry out or protest.  In fact, I was a complete milquetoast
while they bound me across something that looked like a gymnastic vaulting
horse.  My ankles were placed inside heavy steel cuffs (incongruously padded
for comfort) that were in turn attached to the legs of the horse.  Then,
Madam Snake came to me and placed some sort of dental appliance in the back
of my jaws on either side, which prevented me from closing my mouth.  Again,
I didn't even think to cry out.  I am sure that if a jury saw me on
videotape, they would have thought I wanted this all to happen.  Maybe I
did.

Shawna, meanwhile, had been seated in something like an electric chair.  She
too had the appliance wedged in the back of her jaw.  It was shocking to
realize that we were incapable as of then to plead or otherwise affect what
would happen next.  Shawna's eyes were wild, as I supposed mine were as
well.

I watched as the Darth Mauls began to disrobe.  They were three black men,
one white, and one oriental.  They all had tattoos, and a couple of them had
nipple rings.  I could soon see that they had been selected for dicksize,
because their cocks were all much larger than mine, except the oriental's
which was smaller.  One was enormous, probably two and a half inches across
by twelve inches long.  Not only was his dick big, but his balls were
ponderous.  How did he walk?

At some signal from Madam Snake, they stood in front of Shawna.  I watched
as one by one they mounted her chair and whipped her face with their dicks
for a bit before rubbing them on her lips.  The big man's dick smacked her
face with an audible thud.  When he pulled his cock from her lips, I saw
that Shawna's tongue attempted to follow.  They each took a couple turns,
their dicks getting harder.

"That's enough," Madam Snake told them.  "The slut obviously likes cock." 
That made the Mauls start to chuckle.  "Let's see if she goes both ways." 
Madam Snake slipped off the panties that had covered her, revealing her
pussy.  I wasn't surprised to see she had large outer lips, or that they had
steel rings in them.  She climbed up on the chair and gripped Shawna's long
blond hair at her neck and pulled her head back.  Then she pressed her cunt
onto Shawna's mouth.

Shawna had confided in me long ago that she was curious about being with a
woman.  I expected that was one of her "I want to tries" on the forms we'd
filled out.  But watching the stern looking bitch squatting over my bride's
face, pressing her pussy onto Shawna's tongue was a huge turn-on.  Madam
Snake kept muttering fiercely to Shawna, telling her to run her tongue in
and out.  It was damn sexy to know Shawna was so eagerly eating pussy.

"Mmmmm, darling, you have potential," Madam Snake said, climbing off.  She
began to play with Shawna's nipples, pinching and pulling them, then leaned
in and stuck her tongue into Shawna's mouth, which was still forced open.  I
watched them playfully tongue wrestle, Shawna's tongue chasing after Madam
Snake's.  Madam Snake fingered herself, then ran her finger all over
Shawna's tongue.

"Yes," she smiled, "you do have a lot of potential.  The problem is," she
continued while moving behind her, "is that you like cock and pussy.  What I
need to do is make you less appealing to the boys."  She began to run her
hands through Shawna's hair, from scalp to fingertips.  "I think you need to
look like my dyke girlfriend," she purred.  "Would you like to be my little
lesbian dyke girlfriend?"

"Yeth," Shawna managed.  She nodded her head to emphasize the point.

"Mmmmm, I will enjoy you," Madam Snake said, looking right at me.  "Maybe
I'll even teach you to fuck that husband of yours like a good dyke does." 
Her eyes and tone of voice scared me.  She pointed to one of the Darth
Mauls.  "Sergio," she said pointing to the wall, "go get me that leather
thong and the scissors."

He complied, and Madam Snake cut the thong in half.  I watched as she pulled
Shawna's mid-back length hair into a ponytail at her nape, tying it tightly
with one of the thong halves.  Then, she rapidly braided Shawna's hair
tightly, tying the end off with the other thong half.

"Now, boys," she purred with obvious happiness, "say goodbye to the cock
whore and hello to my little dyke."  She waved the scissors in front of
Shawna's face so she could see them, then pressed her head forward to her
chest.  I wanted to cry out when I saw her pull up in the braid and put the
scissors against her nape, but all that came out was a gurgle.  Taking
several strong hacks, Madam Snake cut off Shawna's braided ponytail, holding
it up triumphantly.  She went and straddled Shawna's legs, waving her hair
in front of her face.  She pressed her mouth onto Shawna's, caressing her
cheek with the ponytail and running her fingers through Shawna's ruined
hair. 

"So what do you think boys?" Madam Snake asked, standing and waving the
ponytail.

"Does this mean we don't get to fuck her?" one of them asked.

"Oh no, you get to fuck her," she said, her voice hardening a little.  "In
fact, why don't you get read for it?"  All of them smiled, their face
painting making the smiles look evil indeed.  

Getting "ready for it" was more than just getting a woody.  I had noticed
several plates on the floor when I had cleaned the dungeon earlier.  These
the men removed to reveal threaded holes, into which they put eyebolts.  I
got a sinking feeling, which was borne out when they removed me from the
horse and tied me spread eagle on the floor.
Shawna looked down at me from her chair, trails of tears dripping down her
cheeks.  I didn't know if she were crying at the scene that was unfolding,
or the loss of her hair.  She'd had long hair for at least as long as I'd
known her.  At times I'd thought she would look good in a cute short style,
but I never imagined that her haircut would come like this.  I wanted to
console her, but things were looking worse for me.

I didn't have much time to look at her anyways, for Madam Snake came over
and squatted above my face.  I eyed her silver festooned pussy, which was
dripping wet.  My gaze was misdirected, though, because she angled herself
and pressed her ass onto my mouth.  I could barely hear her tell me to
"tongue it, slut", which was a bad thing.  She used something like a
flyswatter to smack my helpless cock and balls, catching me painfully by
surprise.  Then she slid her ass up and down my mouth, distracting me from
the pain.  I tried hard to tongue fuck her asshole, which became easier as I
continued.  It was obvious she enjoyed a nice ass reaming, because it soon
opened enough for my tongue to slide easily in and out.  Ick.

I guess her purpose was partially to distract me, which worked well.  When
she lifted off, I saw that they had placed a bench of some sort over me. 
Shawna's face briefly appeared until they placed her face down on the bench,
tying her wrists and knees to the legs.  Then they adjusted the position
until her pussy was dripping right above me.  Actually, it was right above
my mouth.

The next thing on Madam Snake's agenda was to actually test the dripping. 
To that end, she used two bullet vibrators, one to massage Shawna's clit
while the other slowly slid in and out.  Madam Snake also kept encouraging
Shawna to lick the dicks in front of her, to "get them hard so they can fuck
that cumhole."  Shawna normally gets wet, and this time she began to ooze
quite a lot.  They adjusted the bench one last time so that most of her
juices dripped into my mouth.  It was glorious, watching her pussy getting
so wet.

And, strange as it may seem, it was comforting to be helpless.  It wasn't
that I didn't want to come to her defense, but that I couldn't.  I was freed
from guilt, so that I could enjoy myself.  Paradoxically, the freedom came
from being restrained.

Eventually, Madam Snake was satisfied that Shawna's juices would ooze into
my mouth.  She removed the dildo and motioned to the men.  One of the Darth
Mauls, stood astride my head and pushed into my wife.  I heard her grunt as
his dick stretched her.  It was terribly exciting to watch this man I didn't
know from Adam fucking my wife.   I could see everything from my position,
including the fact that her clit bulged out like a tiny cock.  Her pussy
lubricated itself, and soon enough it was dripping juices onto my face. 
Most hit my mouth, but his balls deflected some so that it sprayed my face.

It took me maybe five minutes to realize that he wasn't wearing a condom. 
When I noticed it, I blinked, because I couldn't believe it.  Didn't this
group know about AIDS?  And, holy shit, when he came... it would drip on me! 
I struggled a little, then, wanting to get Madam Snake's attention.

It got her attention, alright, but not in a good way.  "He wants a taste,"
she chuckled.  "Give him one."  The fucker pulled out and pressed his cock
against my lips, then milked his dick so that precum was squeezed out.  Ugh!
I let out a little cry, which she chose to interpret as a moan.  "Don't
worry, sissy, you'll get some more."  The man rubbed his cock up and down
her valley, then pressed in.  He stopped, buried deep so that Madam Snake
could continue.  "Listen," she laughed.  "You can hear your wife sucking the
next guy to fuck her."  I listened hard, and sure enough heard the sounds of
my wife gulping on a prick.  It was awful, and seeing the look on my face
Madam Snake motioned for the fucker to continue.

He didn't continue for long.  After a minute or so of pounding fuckstrokes,
he jammed in all the way to his balls and came.  I watched his nuts moving
as he spewed his load into Shawna.  He held in for a little bit, and when he
pulled his shriveling cock out, a glob of semen followed.  The disgusting
fluid of course dripped into my mouth, burning my throat with its musky
flavor and hot temperature.

The next Darth Maul was larger, and squeezed out the previous Darth's cum. 
I turned my face, sickened, so that it splattered on my cheek.  "Wait,"
Madam Snake commanded.  She knelt astride me, looking down at me.  My
stomach churned when I saw she was angry.  "Listen, weasel," she said.  "You
are going to try to catch every drop in your mouth.  This is precious
liquid," she snarled, "and I won't have you wasting it."  She patted the
man's ass who was buried in Shawna.  "Pull out."  He did, and some cum fell
down.  I was able to catch almost all of it, which made her smile.  "Now, if
you intentionally miss any again, I'm gonna hit your sad little nuts with my
riding crop for every drop I count.  Understand?"

I shook my head, yes.

I thus endured three Darth Mauls fucking my wife until the really
huge-cocked one took his place.  Everything else stopped when he went to
press his fat head into her opening.  She was extremely well lubricated with
her juices and the three previous men's, but he was just plain huge.  Madam
Snake came over and caressed her asscheeks as he crammed in.  When his head
was in, Madam Snake knelt and began to rub Shawna's clit.  "She's cummin'"
the Maul said, and I could see he was right.  Every tendon in her leg was
taught, and her crotch was flexing around the monster entering her.  With
her orgasm ended, the huge cock resumed pressing slowly into her until she
had all but an inch or so inside.

Not only did he have a huge cock, but he had the talent to use it.  I
watched as he built up a head of steam, continuing to fuck her as she came
on him over and over.  Every five minutes or so he would pull out to let cum
drip into my mouth.  He'd also crape his cock on my lips, removing cum like
he was cleaning mud off his boots.  As he did, I stared at her gaping hole,
wondering if she'd ever feel me again.

Finally, it ended.  He didn't push into her, but instead pulled out so that
I could see his jism squirting into her cavern.  String after string of
sperm sprayed into her, only to slowly drain out still steaming hot.  It was
quite different, because it hadn't taken a long bath in her pussy juices
before it oozed out.  Instead, it was almost entirely another guy's cum that
my tongue swirled in.

It wasn't until he took his place that I realized the asian man had been
skipped.  He pressed in, and I doubt she could feel it.  He stopped though,
only a minute after starting.  "It's no use," he complained.

"Well, you tried," Madam Snake told him.  "Don't worry, you'll cum inside
something," she told him.  Then, she knelt next to me.  "Here's the problem,
creampie eater.  This guy likes men, and he just can't get excited enough to
fuck your wife.  So, you have a choice.  Listen close.  You can either let
him fuck your wife's ass, in which case you'll be loving a delicious
chocolate fudgepie.  Or, he can fuck your ass, which I am sure he'd like
better anyways."

I was shocked.  I was not so grossed out anymore with swallowing the
creampies that had slopped out of my wife during her gangbang.  But the
thought of having cum oozing out of her ass and into my mouth was truly
sickening.  Waves of nausea rolled over me as I thought about it.  On the
other hand, the idea that a queer would use me was horrifying.  I looked up
at Madam Snake, pleading with my eyes for an easier choice.

She smiled.  "Now, I'm going remove the jaw block so you can tell me your
choice.  I'd better hear only one word, 'her' or 'me', or I'll smack your
balls until you blackout."  She stuck her fingers into Shawna, coating them
with slime before putting them into my mouth to remove the block.  She was
wicked even in this small thing.

I worked my jaw, which ached from being forced open for so long.  Then I
gulped.  "Me," I said almost imperceptibly.

"Good," Madam Snake smiled.  "That's a good boy.  And I'll even give you
something to distract you," she promised.  She turned to the oriental Darth
Maul.  "He's yours," she said.  "Your turn," she said to another man.

The first Darth Maul, erect again, reentered my wife.  Wife his first orgasm
out of the way, and her pussy practically frictionless since she was so
stretched, he would last a long time.

With Madam Snake's help, the oriental man unchained my ankles, pushed my
legs up so that my feet were almost to my face, then cuffed my ankles
together under the bench my wife was on.  My ass was completely exposed to
him.  I tried to concentrate on the fucking and my wife's dark red pussy,
but it was useless.  I felt all too well when he removed the butt plug I had
been wearing, and I felt the cold spray of lubricant as he greased me up. 
Then, finally, I felt his cock entering me.  I let out a low groan as he
pushed his shaft as deeply as he could.

Objectively, it wasn't so very bad.  His small prick was lost in my
stretched anus.  But, the thought that another man was violating me was
disgusting.  It got worse, because he gripped my cock and jacked me.  With
my balls still padlocked down, I was unable to cum even though I began to
want to.

Madam Snake noticed my reaction, and how I was dripping precum.  "Do you
want to cum?" she asked me.

"Oh, yesss," I said.  There was something pleasurable the man fucking me was
doing.  Despite my objections, I was now past ready to cum.

"You want to cum with a man assfucking you?" she taunted.  I didn't answer,
determined to not say it.  But she asked again, and dammit, I did want that.

"Please," I begged.

"Maybe when he fucks you the second time," she said, dismissing my need. 
Thankfully, the guy chose that time to orgasm himself.  His semen filled my
ass.  I'll admit it felt great, with his sperm heating my insides.

Madam Snake chose that moment to roll Shawna onto her back.  I wasn't sure
of the reasoning, but she also had a guy on each side hold Shawna's legs
back.  The immediate effect was the cessation of the dripping cream. 
Another was that Madam Snake moved astride Shawna's face, letting "the dyke
eat" her as much as she wanted.

The little gay bastard had my ass to himself, and availed of it again before
even the huge dick had his second crack at Shawna.  Madam Snake told me then
that she'd let me cum for sure when he fucked me the third time.  It was
intensely pleasurable to be assfucked, even though I couldn't bring myself
to admit it.  He came in me quickly, with the combined goo dripping stickily
down my back.  My ankles were released then, although I think it was as much
to torture me with the feeling of my draining ass as it was to let my aching
legs rest.

I was amazed at how much cum oozed out when the giant prick entered my wife
for the second time.  It had been a while since any had dripped, and I was
surprised to realize Madam Snake was right when she pointed out the excited
mewling sounds I made when I tried to capture it all.  I was eagerly
searching for it.  The whole scene had pressed some kinky button in me,
turning my revulsion at this act into eager desire.

I found myself eagerly anticipating the load he would leave in my wife.  It
took a long time, though, and my wife came twice more.  "She must be getting
exhausted," I thought idly as I noted her second orgasm.  Then I saw Madam
Snake kneeling behind the stud, milking his balls.  The reason soon became
apparent as he pulled out so that only his head was in Shawna.  Madam Snake
truly did milk his large nuts, trying to get all the cum out of his sack and
into Shawna.  He spent a long time orgasming, then almost knocked Madam
Snake down as he stumbled backward.





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