Short stories about Paulines
The Perils of Paulines
Pauline Bowles.
"John this is ridiculous, I should never have agreed to this, I just can't do it." The car pulled in to the woodland car park, the lights went out as the driver turned and looked at his wife.
"Look Pauline, we both know we need something to excite our fucking," she looked sternly at him.
"Do you have to be so crude, can't you just say, sex life."
He whispered through gritted his teeth, "Or lack of it."
She folded her arms and looked away, "I'm sorry John, but since the miss-carriage, I just can't be bothered, it could come back, but."
John Bowles sat in stony silence, he had got her drunk and she had agreed to try a little out door bondage, O K it was his idea but she said she would go along with it and he had been looking forward to it, Christ they had only been married 2 years, she was still a beautiful 26 year old, what was he supposed to do? Tie a fucking knot in his dick.
He got out the car and lit a cigarette, walked out of ear shot and spat, "Fuck, fuck, fuck," he started talking to himself, "Look at her sitting there, fucking gorges bitch, full body, my own real Marylyn Munro, what a figure, fucking tit's to die for, lovely bum, O K she was a bit naive when I met her but I thought I could get her to do all the things I imagined a sexy woman would. It took me a fucking year to get more than one position out of her but slowly she was getting in to it, I thought I'd cracked it then she fell pregnant, lost it and lost her interest in fucking, oh fuck it."
He took another long drag and stared at the evening sky. He had always had a bondage fantasy and when he got the nerve up to suggest it, he thought she was ether drunk enough or just said yes to shut him up, but he wanted it and pushed for it, and here he was, no, they were going to do it, the thought of her naked tied between two trees, gagged and unable to stop him, it made his cock rigid, no bollocks she's going to do it.
His mind raced as he turned and went back to the car, he stood at the bonnet and looked at her, "Look if you don't try it how will we now? If you don't like it I'll stop."
With a face of reluctant surrender she got out the car, he didn't want to argue so he went to the boot and pulled out the bag, took a deep breath and went round to her.
"Come on before it gets dark," he grabbed at her hand.
She pulled back, and looked at him, "You go I'll follow, you promise if I say no, it's no," as he walked on.
He said, "It's no."
They went in to the small wood, he searched for a clearing with two trees close enough for his plan, he was starting to panic he could hear her behind him, every chance she got she moaned, "How long are we going to be," or "What the hell are you doing," or "Oh this is stupid come on that's it."
Just as she was about to start again he saw them, perfect, he turned to her, "Look honey lets try it here, come on slip off your coat." She stood a moment, he bent down and busied himself in the bag of ropes, he could hear her, he breathed as sigh of relief as he saw her coat drop to the floor beside him, he smiled up at her.
He had told her to wear a button up the front dress, no stocking's or bra, he also told her not to wear pants but she refused that idea, he didn't want to stare but she did look gorges and he felt something very hard in his trousers, "Come over here love."
Begrudgingly she walked over to him, he took her hand and led her between the trees, he knew he had to work fast before she cooled off, anyway the evening light was fading, he stayed behind her, whispering in her ear, "Give me your wrist," he slipped the rope over and fastened her out and up to the small tree, then he did the same to her other wrist, he slid his hands along her out-stretched arms.
Again he whispered, "Part your legs a little darling," he heard her sigh, but she opened her legs a little, he quickly tied them tight to the bottom of each trunk, one more step and he was there.
She was about to say something but he stuffed the small piece of cloth in her mouth and stuck tape tightly over her mouth, he knew he was going to this, he had already suggested that a gag would be a good idea, to make it more realistic, but that was when she was totally drunk she must have forgotten as she made lots of grunts and squeals, but he busied himself checking the knots.
He didn't look up but said, "Oh yes darling that sounds really good, I'm glad your joining in the spirit of the game," then he went behind her, lifted the back of her dress and cut her pants from her, he was so excited, he looked at her from behind as she struggled in the ropes, her ass wiggled and as she kept trying to say John as he undid his trousers and pushed them down.
Just in his pants he took another deep breath and went round to stand in front of her, as soon as he faced her she started shaking her head and squealing at him, he carried on the pretence, "That's it Pauline make it as real as you want," his fingers were undoing each button all the way down the front of her dress trying to ignore the noise's coming from his wife.
The dress gapped open and her lovely body was open to him, he bent forward and kissed her large round breast's sucking at the large nipples, his fingers searched out her cunt and he started to finger her, hoping to feel that her hole was becoming wet.
His hopes weren't answered, she was still dry, what to do, he knelt down, she was unable to move or close her legs, it was easy for him to part her cunt lips and push his tongue in to the slit. He was slavering all over her cunt sucking in the flesh, then pushing between her legs as far as he could stabbing his tongue in to her as far as he could.
As he worked on her he heard her moaning and grunting excitedly he smiled to himself, he got up slowly kissing her body until his tongue licked up her neck and he gazed in to her eyes.
She wasn't looking at him she was looking behind him, he smiled at her but her eyes were wide with terror and still looking behind him, he turned, he was to late, a crashing blow sent him spinning to the floor.
John first heard voices, he tried to open his eye's but he was blindfolded, he tried to move but he was tied tightly to a tree, his arms behind him, he was sat on the cold ground, with his ankles tied, he was chewing on something taped in his mouth, he knew he couldn't move, his mind told him not to, so he stayed still trying to hear what was going on.
The first thing was squeals from Pauline, she was trying to shout something but he knew how tight he had sealed her mouth, then voice's he didn't want to hear, men and several of them.
As his head cleared he heard the first of three rough voices, they were mocking some one and he knew that some one was his helpless wife.
"You enjoying yourself down there? What can you see? Is it worth laying on the ground?"
Another voice, "From where I am the views great, two lovely little holes all open and waiting, want does she do when I give them a little tickle?"
John heard her cry a little squeal, "Don't think she likes it, maybe she don't like her cunt fingered,"
A third voice chipped in, "Well she better like a cock in, be a shame not to use her after her husband has left her nice and open for us."
"You hear that babe? He wants to fuck you; you want us to do you? After all when we watched you coming in here, we didn't think you was coming in to pick daisy's."
Voices started to mix, "Come on lets fuck her, she's a nice looking piece of ass and I want some of her pussy," there was laughter, "Had enough of him sucking on your chapel hat pegs, you can't blame him lady you got lovely big nips, a real mouthful but he's right, it's time to fuck you."
The next line was a whisper but John heard it, "And I want that nice round ass, I bet you take a good fucking up that ass-hole of yours."
They were all taking at once, "You got a hell of a body lady, mind if we use it?" "Oh yes not very wet but I'll be going in there, come on bitch open up." John could hear their voices mixed in with Pauline's moans, he knew she was being hurt as the squeals became muffled screams and the things the men were saying to her, "Look bitch relax your ass I'm going to fuck your back door, you may as well enjoy it, that's better, just a bit more, bend your legs, that's it, in he goes, lady you are tight, you ain't had many up here," John could have told him it was a virgin ass.
It seemed to have sat there for ages as the men enjoyed fucking his wife he could hear every grunt and groan as they filled her with there filth, the worse thing was hearing her squeal as they pulled, pitched and squeezed her lovely full body.
Suddenly they said something that frightened him, "Is that her coat. Give it here," he heard some movement, "Well, well, Hello Mrs Pauline Bowles, fancy a little stroll with us, it's getting a bit cool out here lets go somewhere quiet were we can be alone and have a little more fun with you."
Now there was lots of movement and sounds, "Give me his trousers lets check them out," he heard his change rattle to the ground, "Car keys, hay hubby, if you can hear us we will leave them close to the car, have fun, we will, we've got your lovely wife and we are going to have a lot more fun fucking her to-night."
Some one said, "Pull her coat round her."
Someone else said, "Where's her pants?"
The man nearest John laughed, "He's sucking on them, thought he might like them, pity for him, because what we want is what his wife puts in them and there's nothing she can do but give it to us."
The three men dragged Pauline through the wood and back to the car park, they opened her car and found her handbag. Looking through it they found her address, "Chuck her in the van let's go see what they've got at home.
As Pauline was pushed in to the back of the white van she heard, "I hope they have a big enough bed for all three of us to fuck her on."
