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by Mark Stephens
What would you do if you found yourself surrounded by four women, all determined to satisfy all your sexual desires and their own, and your fiancée encouraging the other three to do it?
Could any man commit to a lifetime relationship with not one woman but four? Could he cope with their insatiable lusts, their urges for sex, for bondage, for pain, for orgies and, perhaps worst of all for the average man, could he accept that they will have other lovers, both men and women, on a regular basis?
Could he become one of The Libertines, once he knew what it was all about?
Published: 10 / 2010
No. words: 31000
For a long time, life was idyllic. I had all the sex I wanted and did not have to go far to find it. Paul was available every weekend, and often there was also Bill and Frank, so I was well served. During this time, when we were all together our main focus was sex. It was the reason we were there. To this end, we acquired numerous sex toys and tried every conceivable, pardon the pun, position.
We would set up dates at least once every two weeks, and would do the naughtiest, most daring things. Sometimes, the five of us, Marty, Paul, Kirsten, Sandra and I, would go out to a restaurant each girl wearing a ‘butterfly strap’. This was a vibrator that was inserted into both the vagina and anus, and had a point that pressed against the clit. The guys would have the controls and could press a button and cause a particular one to vibrate. They did make a noise so discretion was necessary. In spite of this, we all had orgasms in public, which I hope no one noticed. At least, if they did notice, no one said anything about it.
Sometimes the guys would stand the three of us up against a wall, and as people walked nearby we would be kissed and fondled. After a while, they would uncover our breasts and we would be fucked as we stood half naked side by side in a public place. On one occasion someone must have reported it, for a police car arrived and we only just managed to avoid being arrested. I found these events extremely exciting, which helped produce incredible orgasms.
Whenever we went out, Sandra, Kirsten or I would have to draw a card from the pack that we kept for these occasions.. Each card had a title and a description of what position was required. Before we returned home, we had to do this while the others watched. Sometimes either the weather was inclement or a suitable private spot could not be found, but we still managed to accomplish our goal and not get caught doing it.
I can recall the names of the positions, as I have done all of them many times and the best places were in the park. Sometimes the ground was wet or it was raining, but that was part of the fun. The main goal was an orgasm, and then we went back to a nice warm house. Although orgasms were not always possible, penetration at least was always a must. Frequently these activities produced incredible results, and often more than one climax. Once we arrived back at the house we would often continue until dawn. How we managed to function the next day with such little sleep is still a mystery.
At around this time, Janice was brought into our group and so was her friend Wendy. They both took the oath and each was tattooed. Shortly afterward, Wendy moved away, but until then our ‘dates’ would increase in number from just the five of us to up to eight or nine. Sandra, myself, Janice, Kirsten, Marty, Paul, Bill, Frank and on a couple of occasions Wendy. We were “The Libertines” and life was wonderful.
There were nine positions, and everyone needed to know the name and what they were required to do.
The Bevel starts in the missionary position. The guy sits up into kneeling position. The girl remains lying down with legs spread wide. He enters and pulls her towards him and onto his lap, and then he leans back while holding her hips.
The Cowgirl has the guy on his back, girl facing. She kneels and lowers herself onto him, and then leans back, supporting on hands.
The Reverse Cowgirl is with the guy on his back, girl on top facing away, kneeling or squatting. The guy can now spank upper part of her buttocks.
The Parallel is when the guy kneeling, girl sitting on his lap facing him, with legs wide and to each side. The guy’s arms are under the knees holding her at the back behind her buttocks and lifting her slightly.
The Pirates Bounty is when the girl’s pelvis is lifted by using cushions or clothes belonging to others. The guy stands between her legs and lifts her hips,
The Chapel and The Coachman required the girl to be above the ground, and sometimes it took a while before a suitable bench, table, log or similar could be found. With The Chapel, the girl would lie on her back, often at a lower position with her shoulders on either the ground or a low table. The guy would take her ankles and, holding her legs apart, would lift her up and standing thrust into her. With The Coachman, the girl would be on the edge of the bed, table or bench with one leg on the ground and the other at right angles. The guy would then bend his legs to achieve the right height.
On some occasions we would be put in a row over something like a fallen tree or a bench and the guys would do us from behind. Of course, the normal doggy style was used, and a similar position, The Froggy. For this, we would lie flat on the ground, our legs bent and spread out to either side. The guy would kneel between our legs, lift our butts and do it.
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Sandra liked her Bondage, Discipline and Sado Masochism(BDSM). Often, she would ask if they could ‘play’, and frequently tried to get me involved. They did persuade me to watch, and I spent a naughty day in the woods once with her and Paul. To ‘play’, the four of us went into the living room where there was a large ringbolt in the ceiling. She would undress and put cuffs on her wrists and ankles, which had places for a rope to attach. Marty had a long rope that he then tied around her breasts close to her chest.
This was quite involved, requiring him to wrap the rope around each one then over her shoulders, and finally tying it behind her neck. Another rope was taken through the cuffs on her wrists and through the ringbolt, so they could pull her up until she stood on tiptoe. Ropes were attached to the cuffs on her ankles and her legs would be pulled apart.
Starting with the least vicious flogger and working up to the one that had sharp, hard pieces on it, they took turns flogging her until her backside was bruised and bleeding. This could take half an hour or more. She would cry, and sometimes the tears would run down her cheeks, but she never asked them to stop.
While one flogged, the other would take a ‘paddle’ or ‘slapper’ and would hit her pussy and then her breasts.. After a while, these parts would become swollen and bruised, and her pussy would take on a most unusual color. They called this ‘coloring up’. Sometimes they put clamps on her nipples, and on other occasions used a device that looked like a vacuum pump that a guy would use to make his cock hard. The nipple would be pulled inside, and then an elastic band would be moved over it to keep it erect like a mini penis. Occasionally they would combine things, creating two large blue breasts with two extended nipples. When she had had enough she would ask them to fuck her, and they sometimes used both ‘doors’ at the same time.
She always said that it was incredible and she loved doing it, and she kept insisting that I give it a try.
After a lot of persuasion, I eventually agreed. Naked, I was pulled up into position after my breasts had been bound. I was mildly flogged, but no clamps were attached anywhere. It was an unusual experience, and I was not sure if I liked it. She told me that at first she felt the same, but after doing it a few times she became addicted, and she wanted me to have the same ‘problem’.
“Please give it a real try,” she would say, and suggested I let Paul organize a full day event. “If he decides to introduce others,” she said, “he will have made certain that they are all healthy. You don’t realize what you’re missing.”
