Slaying the Dragon

Speaking to Sylvia he asked if he could use the bathroom to get cleaned up and immediately he left she was off the bed and in front of me, greedily licking the cum of my lips before sticking her tongue deep in my mouth. At the same moment I felt her hand on my cock and for first time realised that it was almost painfully stiff and aching for relief. Sylvia was pleased by this same discovery, "Something tells me that wasn't such a terrible ordeal after all," she chuckled mischievously, "In fact I almost think that you enjoyed it a whole lot."

"I'm just glad that it's all over," I muttered, not willing to admit how close to the truth she was.

"Well darling, you've fully satisfied my quest," Sylvia said solemnly, "You've earned your reward so I'll marry you as soon as you like -- that is if you still want me to."

"You know I do, just get me out of this contraption and I'll show you just how much," I declared fervently.

Sylvia hesitated and then said, "Sweetheart, I will let you out in a bit but I've got to pay Jack first."

"Pay him?" I spluttered, "Why the fuck do you have to pay him?"

"Because I kind of found him through an advert. He offers a kind of service and says that he's done this quite a few times."

"How bloody much did he ask for?"

This time she hesitated even longer before saying, "He didn't ask for money, he wanted to fuck me instead."

"And what did you say?"

"I promised him that he could. Sweetheart, it was the only way that I could set up the quest for you."

"And what do you expect me to do while he's shagging you?"

"Darling, I expect you to sit and listen; you don't really have any other choice. Just think of it as little extra test."

At that moment I heard the sound of the bedroom door opening as Jack re-entered the room but, before jumping eagerly back onto the bed, Sylvia put her lips close to my ear and whispered sexily, "After seeing such a gorgeous big cock, you couldn't really expect me to let him leave without trying it out, at least once."

I was treating this as another big tease and at first those last words seemed to confirm it but when I realised that there had been an underlying seriousness in her tone I was filled with a mixture of panic and rage. "You can't do this to me," I wailed, "Forget your promise to him; you promised me you would always be mine. Please don't do it. How do you think I'll feel having to listen to you having sex with another man? You can't expect me to still marry you after that. I thought you lov...."

Anything more that I intended to say was abruptly interrupted by a strong thumb and forefinger on either side of my mouth pressed painfully together to prevent further speech, this action accompanied by Jack's angry voice warning, "Shut the fuck up. Listen wimp, I don't give a toss whether you marry the tart or not but you're not going to fucking spoil this for me with your pitiful whining, so one more sound out of you and I'll tell her to put the ball-gag in."

A heard the faint sound of springs as Jack's weight joined my future wife on the bed. "I'm afraid you'll need to give me a few minutes before I'm ready to go again," he informed her.

"It doesn't matter, I've been dying to get that gorgeous cock in my mouth and I'll soon make you stiff again," Sylvia volunteered, "I've been positively envious watching what you've just been doing."

Jack quickly disappointed her saying, "That will have to wait, first I want a nice long taste of that tempting split you've been flaunting at me and later I intend to fill it up with cream for you."

Both of them were talking as if I wasn't there but at that point conversation ceased and the unmistakeable sounds of cunilingus took its place. It was soon obvious that he was doing something right as Sylvia sighed, "Oh Yes, Oh yes, that so nice. Don't stop." There followed an interval filled with her appreciative noises until she enthused, "You've got a lovely long tongue, just like your wonderful penis."

I had done this same thing to her so many times that I could vividly imagine every sensation that he was experiencing. Denied vision it was hard to calculate the passage of time but I reckon that this carried on for more than fifteen minutes, during which I'm pretty sure he made her cum three times. I very rarely manage to do it more than once but then, unless Sylvia insists that I continue, after giving her one orgasm I usually stop, eager to start fucking.

Sitting in darkness, I was very aware of the pervasive acrid, arid taste of semen in my mouth and it tasted even worse than the moment when it had arrived fresh and warm on my tongue. Then there were other overwhelming sensations and emotions to distract me but now I had nothing to do but ponder the nuances of taste and listen to the girl that I loved more than the world being sexed by a far better endowed man.

Suddenly there was sound of renewed movement on the bed and Jack's voice said, "OK, juicy twat, now's your chance to show me that you are better than your hubby at using your mouth but I must say that he's set you a high target to aim for."

Now Sylvia never was a girl to shirk a challenge and I soon heard the sound of licking and slurping, accompanied by her intermittent sighs and moans. Again just guessing, I think she spent about ten minutes pleasuring him that way, (far less than my 'ordeal'), but then he stopped her saying "You're going to make me cum in a minute and I want to save that to squirt right up inside you."

There was some changing of position and then his voice observed, "You're very wet so we might not need any lube."

Then Sylvia confirmed this, with the words, "I don't think I've ever been quite this wet before."

He enquired if she was ready and she must have confirmed that she was but the next thing I heard was her crying out in panic, "No, No, Stop. It hurts. It's too big. Please take it out."

I think that Jack left his cock in place but must have stopped moving because he advised, "Take deep breaths, try to relax and the pain will soon go away."

This was when it really hit me that another man's oversized penis was entering a place that I had believed to be exclusively mine. My guts clenched up as if twisted by a metal hand but perversely, at the same time the painful stiffness of my dick returned to my attention. "

"You can push it a bit further in but please go slowly and promise to stop if I tell you," Sylvia told him hesitantly. There followed a series of stops and starts and from the number I calculated that he must have been advancing an inch at a time, but then they must have started fucking because from then on I was 'entertained' by almost continuous squealing broken occasionally by unintelligible strings of words shouted out by Sylvia, together with noises made by her but which I can't describe and had certainly never heard before. I could almost believe that she was having one long continuous orgasm

After an unknown length of time they paused for breath and Sylvia said that she wanted to be on top, upon which they changed position with her in one of the two cowgirl positions. It was less frantic now and apart from her noises of pleasure there was little to hear until she started to enthuse saying, "I never dreamed that fucking could feel so completely wonderful. I feel so full and I can tell that you are very deep inside me. It's unbelievably fantastic and to think that I really believed that size didn't make a big difference. I'm loving it, every fucking second."

More was said but has slipped my mind. By now I was suffering from mental fatigue and was generally numb, apart from growing feelings of cramp due to my prolonged constricted posture and the fact that my cock now felt so stiff and brittle that I feared it might snap off completely should it receive an accidental knock. At this point they reverted to what I assumed to be missionary and there followed a long build up to the inevitable crescendo, when he gave a great bellow and I knew that he was pumping his promised cream, further inside her than I could ever reach.

I glad to say that they didn't linger long in post coital lethargy and thankfully quickly I heard him dressing. They kissed and Sylvia said sincerely, "Thank you so much, that was wonderful," to which he gallantly replied, "The pleasure was all mine. Any time." He moved to the door but before exiting he paused to say, "I've got to ask, why the hell are you tying yourself to a guy who is so noticeably lacking where it counts."

"That doesn't matter, "Sylvia told him. "My love is going to be the most wonderful husband in the world." Then he was gone.

Immediately Sylvia's tongue was probing deep into my mouth and I felt her fingers caress my genitals with a feather light touch. Both of these actions were only quick because she guessed how badly I needed my vision restored. Efficiently she removed the blindfold and head restraint and as I blinked in the flood of light, I saw her grinning happily at me. "Did you enjoy that?" she asked and I could tell by her face that she expected nothing but a positive answer. Obligingly I nodded my head.

She smiled and then looking at me with undoubted love in her eyes, she put on a mock official voice and said, "You have now fully satisfied the criteria of your quest so I hereby state that I will marry you and be your wife." There was a pause before she grinned and added, "If you still want me to after what I've just done?"

Listening to the fucking and the words that were exchanged, I had already resigned myself to the fact that Sylvia would never remain faithful to me but at the same time I knew that I had to keep this gorgeous, vibrant, exiting, even scandalous woman in my life at all costs. "You know I do," I told her sincerely.

My bride to be greeted my statement with a happy smile followed by her giving me a lingering truly loving kiss. She quickly released the handcuffs but then handed me the key and instructed, "Undo the shackles yourself and then join me on the bed. Don't dawdle darling because it's your turn now."

In my eagerness I was fingers and thumbs, dropping the key twice and needing to grope for it under my shins. Finally, scrambling clumsily to my feet I found that Sylvia was lying on her back with her bottom raised on a pillow and her legs spread wide so that the area between her legs filled my complete vision, with her head and face below the horizon so to speak. "Lick me first," she ordered.

I had never seen the pussy that I loved look so terrible. The new bare look probably contributed, but her whole vagina was an angry red, the lips gaped open and there was plentiful evidence of Jack's copious semen emission, both inside and out. Then there was the overpowering smell. My mouth was only just returning to normal and I had no desire to reacquaint myself with the taste of his cum, so I found myself slowly shaking my head.

"Take that look off your face and just do it," Sylvia insisted, "After all the cum that you've swallowed tonight, a little bit more isn't going to make any difference. You are my official champion now and that means you've got to obey me. Sweetheart, it's what I want so if you disobey, then this is the nearest you are getting to me tonight."

In the state that I was in, the prospect of denial was impossible to contemplate so I closed my eyes and blindly forced my head forward. On contact the first thing that hit me was the heat, the whole of her genital area was hot enough to fry an egg (to misuse the expression). The second more pleasant surprise was that the taste was more palatable than before and I suspect that it was the mixture with her familiar juices that made the difference. After I had swallowed the first glob of cum extracted from inside her, I desperately wanted more, as if I had become suddenly addicted to the stuff. I went into a prolonged feeding frenzy, during which she had two big squirting orgasms with the result that by the time I finished my face was wet with a combination of juices, semen and sweat.

Finally she urged me up to take my delayed reward but despite my feeling of urgency I took care to line my dick up correctly. I was still concerned by the fragility of my sexual organ and worried about plunging in at a clumsy angle. That hurdle was negotiated successfully but immediately my worst fears were realised when I ejaculated within the first three thrusts. The sensation was more pain than pleasure and I plunged into deep dejection but then an amazing thing happened in that I didn't lose stiffness and could keep on thrusting. Despite all my experience this was the first time that had ever happened to me.

What followed was wonderful. There no sensation of friction at all but instead I enjoyed a glorious silky sensation that I imagine might be like thrusting my dick into warm treacle. It was a dream world just going on and on with no sense of urgency. I think that Sylvia did enjoy more than one orgasm but the were of the quiet, comforting type, quite unlike those she had enjoyed with Jack but not necessarily inferior.

Eventually, it was over and I reluctantly rolled off. We were both so bathed in perspiration that there was a suction effect as I peeled my skin from hers.

"WOW," Silvia exclaimed, letting out a long blast of breath, "What a blast. This has to be the ultimate high, bigger than all our previous adventures rolled into one." There was a long silence until she went on thoughtfully, "The only trouble is that I don't know how we can ever beat it."

I was totally exhausted, mentally if not physically, and I was content to just wallow in the afterglow. I didn't even have the energy to give any thought to her words. Silence resumed until she uttered the single word, "Unless...."

I was expecting her to continue and when she didn't I turned my head to find her grinning mischievously at me. "Unless you ask Jack to be the best man at our wedding," she said.

This could only be a joke so, joining in mood, I said humorously, "The only trouble with that idea is that I don't even know what the bastard looks like. Hell, I don't even know what colour he is."

Sylvia didn't laugh and in that instant, I knew that she was serious.