Farmer John, Ginny and Jasper - Part 5

Hello, everybody... this is Jasper McCutcheon... did I tell you that John and Ginny Crosby sleep in a king sized bed? Of course I didn't... I had never seen it... never even seen their bedroom... didn't figure I was going to either... not on that first night. 

All three bedrooms were upstairs... their daughter's... theirs... and one guest bedroom... that's where they put me... in a regular sized, antique poster bed... that squeaked... this is after we had our dinner and sat down to watch a broadcast movie on television... most of through which John snored. Ginny said that's what he usually does whether he's been put through the ringer or not. He woke up for the evening local news, weather and sports... and then we shut down the house... bed time... for sleeping. 

Now, make no mistake, I was dead tired... problem is... I usually work either 3 to 11 shift or 11 to 7... so my brain was on work schedule even though my body was not... and to be honest... I was feeling a bit lonely... started having suspicious fantasies that they were in there making love to one another without me... pretty fucking bold of me, wouldn't you say... after all, they are a married couple... what the hell business is it of mine what they do when the lights are out... Anyway, I was just about to pull out my pecker and jack it off when a knock came on my door... 

Jasper, you still awake?

Yes, John, I am... The door opened... John turned on the light... stood there in his white briefs. 

Well, get your ass in here with us... we just put you in here so you can mess up the room... make it look like somebody's staying in here.  

Now, even though nothing happened then and there... it still made me much happier to be in their bed with them... John and I kept our underwear on... Ginny stayed in her skimpy nightgown... and guess who slept in the middle... John did... that's for two reasons... number one... Ginny and I used him for our pillow... rubbed our hands on him when we felt like it... the other reason was so that John could not go anywhere without waking one of us up... you know, in case he had a mind to go sneak a cigarette somewhere... ha...  

He didn't... none of us had a mind to do anything but sleep... until sometime in the still darkness... when John cast us both aside... 

I gotta go piss...

Ginny goes... Jasper, honey... you better go with him...

John says... Oh, for Christ sakes, Ginny... there ain't any cigarettes hidden in the bathroom...

So you say... Jasper... go... 

Ha... I did... I followed him... went in there with him... you know, I just love a man who can unleash his stream with no hesitation... did I ever mention to you that John's pecker is about two inches thick... and when it's geared for action... it's somewhere between 7 and 8 inches long... that oughtta be enough to fill about any hole you could find... don't you think. I started my own stream about five seconds after he got his going...

Hey, John... are you sore from yesterday's workout?

Sore where?

Ha... anywhere... your spine... your belly... your nuts or your dick.

Well, Jasper, I ain't so sore that I can't be open to suggestions... besides... it is a rare occasion when Ginny lets me start my day without getting me off one way or another... only time she doesn't is when I tell her I need to skip a day.  Ain't I a lucky son of a bitch?

Yes, John, you are... and it's good that you know that. 

Ha.. that ain't the half of it, Jasper.

Now, unbeknownst to us, while John and I were having our man talk in the upstairs bathroom, Ginny had crawled out of bed and relieved herself in the downstairs bathroom... and we all converged at the same time back in their bedroom... Ginny was now naked, except for one item... she was wearing a burgundy and cream colored letter jacket...

She goes... Jasper, did you know that John was a football stud in high school? Broke the state record for tackles his senior year...

No, I didn't... what position did you play, John?

Middle linebacker on defense... running back on offense. 

Damn, that's a lot of work for one man...

Well, when you only got 16 players on your team... 11 of 'em's gonna play both sides, aren't they...

Ginny piped in... Jasper, would you like to see how John and I did it the first time?

Ha.. you know I would... I assume you were both still in high school...

(G) Yes we were... John took me to a motel room... but guess what? He uh... had a bit of trouble getting himself started. 

What? I find that hard to believe... are you telling me that John Crosby couldn't get a hard on?

(G) Oh, no, Jasper... that's not it... he was fully erect... I guess the best way to put it is that he was a bit... apprehensive. 

Ok, John Crosby... explain yourself. 

Well, Jasper... it's not as though I hadn't fucked before... never had a problem doing it before either... but that night was homecoming... after a hard-fought game with Maysville... which we lost by 3... and then the damned homecoming dance... well in other words... I was worn out. 

So, how did you get him motivated, Ginny?

By taking charge of the situation... she motioned to her husband... Strip down and get on the bed, John... let's redo this... for Jasper...

Ha... like they weren't doing it for themselves, too... Ginny explained that they'd wasted half an hour with John laying on top of her... most of that time with him totally missing her hot spot... until eventually she announced that she had to go to the bathroom... 

She goes... I just told John that so I could get him out of me and go freshen myself up... figure out a way for us to start all over... that's when I got the idea to put on his letter jacket. 

Now, it is at this point that Ginny stopped talking to me... and started talking to John... just like she'd done all those years ago...

(G) Well, Mr. Homecoming king... get ready for your Homecoming queen... 

With John laying on his back... hands folded behind his head... Ginny straddled him... still wearing his letter jacket... her knees were on the mattress at either side of his rib cage... her ass on his belly... his hard dick conveniently nestled in her butt crack. 

She goes... you might be top dog on the football field... but here... now... you belong to me...

She pressed her hands onto his chest... leaned forward and buried her tongue into his mouth... then, she raised up... scooted back... lifted his cock in her hand and inserted it to her vagina.

Oh, John... I've waited three years for you...

She slowly... lowered herself upon him... taking his thick, powerful meat all the way into her...

I've let you poke just about every hole in this county... 

She flexed her vaginal walls... crushing him inside her warm, wet, velvety vise.

Because I knew someday... I'd have you all to myself... have you right here where I want you.

She raised herself up... clipped the head of his dick... rubbing him on her clittie... and then she began her slow, torturous glide up and down his mighty pole... squeezing the hell out of him with every stroke.

And now that I've got you... I am never letting you go... do you hear me John Crosby? Those other tramps can fawn over you all they like... you belong to me... from now on... all mine... now and forever.

Ha... John didn't even answer... unless you can call that little whimper he let out some sort of answer... not an answer really... more of a surrender... a moan of unbridled ecstasy... as John Crosby gave himself up to her... 

Now, make no mistake... I was hypnotized by what I saw... as I stood there by the side of the bed watching her ride up and down on him... watching him curl his toes... puff up his chest... watching her crush the hell out of him... her vaginal juices moistening both his pubes and hers... but the time did come when I had to get me a... closer look... I wanted to get up close and personal with the center of the action... and what better place to get a bird's eye view... than from the perch called John's belly.

I crawled onto the bed... laid my head upon him... laid my cheek atop his navel... watched her vagina... slowly glide up and down his... thick meat... and as she raised herself on the upstroke... I inched myself towards the two of them... so that when she returned on the downstroke... my tongue was waiting for her... I tasted her heavenly female syrup... investigated her pulsating... vagina... while she stayed right there at the bottom of her husband's pole... his amazing fuck tool splitting her... filling her... with its deep penetration... all the way into her gut. Ginny was in control... taking him all the way inside her... well, that was her choice... a stimulatingly satisfying choice. 

With my right hand I reached up... peeled back her athlete husband's... letter jacket... fully exposing her breasts to open air... I felt their soft skin... I squeezed them tenderly... I rubbed my thumbs across her firm nipples... while my tongue raced from man to woman... the base of his shaft... her labia... majora... minora... my tongue didn't know or care which was which or what was what... I tasted... I felt... I inhaled bubbles of lubrication. 

And as my fondling of her breasts caused her to increase the tempo of her strokes... I raised myself to straddle her husband with my knees... I sat on her husband's belly... and I followed her... loving her breasts... one with my hand, the other with my mouth... I moved in unison with her... up and down... sucking on her titty... as though she was to give me her mother's milk... ah, yes... tastes so sweet... 

I slid my hands up behind her... beneath her jacket... along her spine... and I clutched my fingers into her shoulder blades... my mouth engulfed her titty... and this beautiful woman started to sing for her men... her melody of unrestrained lust... of a... gradually, intensifying uncontrolled ecstasy... as she thrust her chest towards me... cast aside her letter jacket... allowing it to fall upon her husband's legs... leaving his feet exposed... his toes curling... feet writhing... 

Her melody climbed in pitch... increased its volume... as she quickened the pace of her mesmerizing... powerful strokes upon her husband's mighty, impaling cock... my mouth stayed with her... sucking her titty... licking her nipple... maneuvering from her left breast to her right breast... my hands pulling her towards me... as she broke into a steady gallop... riding up and down her husband's all-consuming man meat... riding her stallion... her Trojan warrior... riding her linebacker... her running back... this woman took her super stud jock athlete straight down the field and into her... AHHH... don't make me use that obvious... football cliche... you know where she took him... more importantly... she took herself with him... this man and this woman performed their celebration together... and the sounds they made... contortions and writhings... well, cousins... there is nothing more beautiful in this world than the simultaneous internal explosions of man and woman... two lovers... expressing their love with the same passion on this night as they did on their first night...

And there I was... right there with them... oh, god... what a gift... to think that they want to share everything they feel for one another... with me... and as if that wasn't enough... just imagine the rush I got... when a rough... working man hand reached up to stroke my primed pecker... oh god damn... about 10 seconds later I was shooting my cum onto Ginny's belly... while I continued to worship her tits... and she continued to squeeze her husband's drained cock inside her vaginal walls... 

Sunrise was just now throwing a pale light into our bedroom... we untangled ourselves... made our visits to the bathrooms... again... and laid down on the bed just as we had been before... we went back to sleep... 

Now I didn't know this until they told me later, but most times of the year they'd be getting up with the sunrise... but not now... this was July... the cornfields and the beanfields were planted... nothing to do but let 'em grow... the cattle had pasture in which to graze... nothing to do but count 'em... make sure they were all where they were supposed to be... 

John would be making the rounds later in the day... and Jasper would accompany him to make sure he wasn't tempted to... well, you know what... but for now... the Crosby's and Jasper were on vacation... and that is exactly where I am going to leave it... for now.  

So, until next time, this is Jasper McCutcheon, saying goodnight to you... and sweet dreams. 

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Part 6 in a week

Farmer John, Ginny and Jasper - Part 4

Our next session saw John again on his flat bench, as John and Ginny played a game of interstellar interrogation. 

Ginny says: And so, Captain John Crosby... it has come down to this... I've chased you from the far ends of the solar system, to right here, right now... welcome to my dome of despair... I trust you are comfortable with my accommodations?

Comfort is impossible... as long as you and your... hideous face are in the room with me.

My goodness... for someone in your predicament, your attitude seems inappropriate... look at you... chained and helpless... your entire body is at my mercy... and did you notice how I've elevated your chest, your belly... and your manhood... making them a bit more accessible? 

The only thing I've noticed is that... I can't decide which is worse... your unbearable appearance... your gagging breath... or your nostril burning odor.  

Fine, Captain... go ahead and throw your insults... it won't be long now... soon, you'll be begging me to stop torturing you... then you'll sing a different tune... you will tell me the secret ingredient... or I will crush it out of you... but either way... I will have it... and then I,  Geneva Falatia will rule the galaxy... you and all other inferior males will bow and grovel before me... are you ready to begin? 

If that's what it takes to shut you up... then yes... get on with it, woman. 

Captain Crosby... prepare to be milked... and with that, she sat down on his rubber band wrapped and still hard cock... rammed it straight up into her pussy hole she did... 

Oh, my god... what are you doing to me? 

You will know soon enough, Captain... you, man slave... (she pointed to me)... fetch the sphere of suffering... 

She pointed to a large ball in the middle of John's workout equipment... it was a medicine ball, and upon lifting it I guessed it to be about 25 pounds. 

Ginny... or uh, Geneva Falatia goes... this is your last chance Captain... talk now, save yourself... 

Uh... never... 

Man slave, drop it...

I did... Huagh... from about waist level... right where Geneva pointed... Captain Crosby's third and as of yet untested point of interest... his stretched, sunken, 100 percent vulnerable belly... and when that medicine ball crashed into his muscle with a deep thud... all the come from his previous orgasm came squishing out in all directions... splattering me, splattering Geneva, splattering the Captain. 

Give it to him again... higher this time... 

From my belly to his... ugh... again... ugh. (repeat)

And all the time I's doing this... Geneva Falatia rode up and down her man's hard, thick, penetrating cock... oh yes, my friends... this time our tortured hero was heading for an orgasm any man would be proud to experience... 

Are you ready to talk? 

Uhh... no... never... 

(me) Oh, our Captain is one hell of an actor... you should have seen him straining against his ropes... puffing up his chest... flexing his belly muscles... daring me to drop that ball on him again... while his wifey crushed the hell out of his fat, juicy pecker.  

Let him have it... from your chest...

Ugh... higher... ugh... are you going to talk? 

(Man sounds)... again... higher... ugh... ugh... 

Talk now, Crosby... no man can take this... 

She was riding on him a mile a minute... slamming herself down onto his pelvic bone... telling me to go higher... ugh... higher... ugh... until that ball was coming down on him from above my head... ugh... ugh... oh, my god... etc... orgasm.. 

She wasn't finished... and he didn't argue... nobody said the safe word to end it... she goes... man slave... sit on his chest... facing me... 

I tossed the ball to the floor... did what she said... while she leaned forward, planted her hands onto his belly for leverage, and put her lips to me... she continued fucking herself with his cock, while skull fucking me inside her mouth... 

Ha... After watching that performance... and remembering everything I'd seen and heard during that performance... well, cousins... Uncle Jasper fired his load into her mouth big time... and in no time... and no sooner had she swallowed everything I had to give her... and spit out my cock... Geneva Falatia let out a scream to awaken the universe... she orgasmed big time... and in no time. 

Now, after we untangled, Ginny and I stood there looking down at John, and I expected he'd be saying the word to end all this, but he didn't... he laid right there looking back at us, waiting and wondering what other atrocities awaited him... Ginny rolled her eyes, and then we both shook our heads in amazement... and admiration... for our tortured hero... ha... we couldn't help ourselves... we both dropped to our knees and worshiped him... kissing on him, hand rubbing him... on his chest and belly and face... telling him he was our hero... our muscled up, strong assed man god... hell, it's true... he outlasted us... John Crosby wore us out... stayed right there ready for more... finally, when we'd had our fill of him... Ginny said it... Carolina... and we untied his ropes... cut the rubber band from his very healthy cock, and helped him sit up. 

After John got his spine limbered up, we all got dressed, left their little underground dungeon beneath the barn and headed for the house... it was about 4 pm... we showered, separately, and then Ginny started dinner... the rest of the evening was pure vanilla... in fact, I might as well warn you... it'd be a day or two before we got wound up enough to do any more of that heavy shit... but hell, there are other ways for two men and one woman to pleasure themselves without ropes and benches and rubber band and medicine ball and rubbing alcohol. 

Part 5 in a week

Farmer John, Ginny and Jasper - Part 3

If you want to listen to the audio for which these scripts were written, go to Jardonn's Erotic Tales.com and find story titled Air Tight under the Swinging With Marrieds banner. 

Part 3:

I left Mr. & Mrs. Crosby as they were, headed for the bathroom medicine cabinet... and much to my delight... I found what I was looking for... 

Ha... I knelt down by John’s nuts... they were swollen... huge... looked like two fists put together... their sensitive skin was stretched tight... filled with blood... filled with come... ready to explode... and I was about to light his fuse... from my bottle... to my fingers... to John’s nuts... isopropyl alcohol... ah, yes... so cool, so refreshing... for the first few seconds... then it starts to burn... and as I added one layer after another... painting his already sensitive nuts with my evil liquid... John’s tortured balls were set on fire... he moaned like a wounded animal... he arched his back... thrust his cock into the air... and I moved back next to his chest... rejoined Ginny to help her suck on his tits... while I tipped the bottle... saturated my finger... coated his nuts with another layer of hot sauce... and in between my tit sucking... I motivated him...

Come on, John... you tough ass son of a bitch... fire that load you got built up in there... you fucking he-man... nobody can defeat you... you pumped up muscle man... come on, shoot it... you super-stud, you... show us what a man can do... there ain’t no man in the world like you, John... you strong ass son of a bitch... no torture’s gonna break you... you’re our hero, John... you hear me... you are the ultimate male animal... nobody’s as strong as you are... nobody can break you down... show ‘em, John... spit in their eye with you come... show ‘em what a man like you can do... show ‘em what a man is... John... 

Ah, Jasper... Ah, Ginny... god I love you... oh, my god... (sounds of spew)...

And so... John Crosby proved that yes, indeed, a man truly can get off without anything at all touching the head of his dick... but as you can well imagine... even though John’s stomach and belly were saturated with his come... the entire episode left him unfulfilled... his poor cock still needed for something to touch it... 

His loving wife was the first to speak... she asked her husband if he wanted a cigarette... ha, he said no... I’d rather get off at least one more time... and she asked her husband if would prefer a pussy to perform this task... or a mouth... John said... um... give me a Jasper BJ, then give me a Ginny fuck.  

Ladies and gentlemen... I am proud to announce, that John Crosby stayed right there on his torture bench... to receive both of his requests... god damn... what kind of man is he? I think if I refer back to all those things I was telling him... motivating him to shoot his first load... hell, every word of it is true... I couldn’t take being stretched out on a bench like that for more than an hour... John Crosby was on that bench for at several hours... and gave us three orgasms on top of it... holy fucking christ... 

You think he wasn’t rewarded for the performance he gave us? Ginny and I went to the stand up closet... grabbed stacks of bath towels and spread ‘em all over the mattress... we untied John, helped him get up... laid him belly down on that mattress... and saturated him with baby oil... gave him a rub down to beat all rub downs... from his toes to the scalp of his head... of course, John was asleep in about 30 seconds... but that didn’t stop us... eventually we toweled off his back side, rolled him over, and did his front side... John slept like a baby through the whole thing, while Ginny and I stayed right there with him... 

When we were finished rubbing on him, we didn’t even clean him off... we just laid down on either side of him, and we slept just that way... John laying on his back... his left arm wrapped around Ginny... his right arm wrapped around me... 

Farmer John, our protector, our strong man... our hero... 
Now, the key to all of this is that for the next four days, Ginny and I kept John so busy he didn’t have time to think about going after one of his many packs of cigarettes which he had hidden all around the complex... 

Yes, we got him through that rough period... that first week of hell... kept his mind and his body occupied... and that, my friends is worthy of several episodes, which will show up here from time to time... until the entire story is told... 

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Part 4 in a week

Farmer John, Ginny and Jasper - Part 2

If you want to hear the audio play for which this text was written, go to Jardonn's Erotic Tales.com and look under the Swinging With Marrieds banner for story called Air Tight.  

Part 2: 

We weren’t in any hurry. Ginny likes it slow... at least for the first fifteen minutes or so... then I can always feel her velvety muscles start to squeeze on me... harder and harder... every time I take my mushroom in there to clip her clittie. Oh, yeah... that’s when she starts crushing me... And do you wanna know how we both got off... of course you do... me laying on top of her... smothering her... penetrating her... Ginny and I looked at John... while he looked at us... and whether he meant to or not... John performed for us... flexing his muscles... straining against his ropes of bondage... groaning, growling... filling his lungs to capacity... raising up that big old chest of his... tightening those hard-ass belly muscles of his... and oh, yeah... John’s fat, hard pecker was bouncing all over his belly... flinging pre-come every which way... oh, yeah... that’s how Ginny and I got off... just about the same time, too... 

Now, John certainly never got a break... but Ginny and I did... hell, we had to have our come down... didn’t we? She stayed on her back, while I laid beside her, resting on my elbow, facing John... who continued to watch us... he saw me hand-rub her belly... and her tits... watched me use my lips on those same places, every now and then... that’s how Ginny and I took our little break, while John continued to suffer on his torture bench. 

John’s dick seemed to calm down a little bit after Ginny and I were done. She asked him if he needed to piss... he said that he did... so she got him one of those hospital urine bottles... stuck his cock in there and let him go... After she dumped his piss and flushed the toilet, Ginny came back and sat right down on John’s chest with her legs straddling his torture bench. She goes... how do you feel now, hot shot? Still want a smoke?  

Uh... hell yes I want a smoke. 

Well, what we need to do is crush out all that brown shit, so your lungs can go back to pink... Jasper, sit on his belly... I did... Ginny faced John... I faced John’s dick... and we both bounced up and down on him. We’d stand up... then we’d fall down... gravity and our full weight crushing him... never at the same time... soon as Ginny’d lift off his chest, I’d plop down onto his belly... soon as I’d stand up, she’d come crashing down... and while Ginny and I were crushing the air outta him, she asked me a question I’d never considered before...

She goes... Jasper, do you think it’s possible for a man to get off without anything touching his penis for stimulation? 

I don’t know... I’ve never seen it done... I suppose it is possible if he has some other body part that’s super sensitive. 

Oh, believe me... he does... let’s do a little research... want to? 

Yes, ma’am... whatever you say... Both of us got off of him... and Ginny went into the bathroom, returning with a rubber band... standard, uh, newspaper type... eighth of an inch wide, and about three inches long... Here, Jasper you do it... Ginny gave me very specific instructions... she goes... put it around his dick, take it down under his balls, now, I’ll hold his cock straight up, then you twist that rubber band, double it, and snap it onto the base of his shaft. 

Oops... I was a little bit clumsy with my double twist... ripped out a few his pubic hairs... but I did manage to keep the single strap of the rubber band beneath his balls, while I got the double strap wound tightly around the base of his cock... 

Oh, me... Oh, my... John instantly filled with blood... not just his dick, no, those bull-sized nuts of his swelled to an even bigger size... their skin stretched tight... immediately turned a dark red... and, not only that... the tension of the rubber band forced his hard dick to hang in mid-air, hovering about one inch above his belly... 

Now, I can’t tell you how long our session of research on John’s body lasted, but it must have been at least an hour, maybe two... when you got a strong man like that all tied up and at your disposal... you tend to lose track of time... Ginny’s idea was for us to start at his feet, and then work our way along the length of his body, until we found out which techniques on which body parts brought him the most pleasure. 

And how could we tell? Simple... we gauged his excitement by the length of time between his involuntary clinches... when his scrotum would tighten up... cause his dick to rise even higher above his belly... stand at attention... the longer it stood at attention... and the frequency with which it did so... that’s what told us we were making him feel pretty damned good. 

On his feet, we started by using our hands, Ginny took his left foot, I got the right... we rubbed on ‘em with our fingers... with the palms of our hands... we pinched the skin between each of his toes... then we used our nails on the soles of his feet... next, we started using our mouths... then our tongues... then our teeth... and based upon our research, Ginny and I came to the conclusion that John likes the feel of fingernails lightly scraping the length of his soles, because when we did this, not only did he arch back his toes for us to do so... his scrotum held that dick of his up for nearly 15 seconds at a time before letting it go...

We didn’t get much action from working on his legs... but he did seem to enjoy it when we grabbed a few hairs in our fingers and tugged on ‘em... specially on his thick, muscular calves... 

Needless to say, we didn’t do anything with his genitals... and we had to be very careful not to touch any part of his penis when we were working on his belly... but it was very clear that on this hard-muscled, fur-covered masterpiece... John likes it wet... with spit... so we drooled on him... sliming him up with our hands... darkening those hairs... manipulating those muscles...

Ginny dribbled her saliva into his stretched belly button... filled it up to the rim... and then I took my finger... rubbed it all around in there... pressed down on the skin of his belly button knot... and we watched his cock spring into the air like it was charged with electricity... standing there at 30 degrees for about 30 seconds... until I took my finger out.  

Now, John was a very cooperative lab rat... he never complained... stayed mostly quiet other than his heavy breathing and an occasional groan... but that all changed when we got to his nipples... hell, it was no mystery to me... nor to Ginny either... I already had a nickname for them... his two little triggers... something I discovered the first time I hooked up with him... long before Ginny even knew that John and I were carrying on... no, our first time together is a story unto itself... one I likely will never tell, because neither John nor I care to risk spoiling it... those memories are for John, and for me... no one else. 

The sensation of our fingers and thumbs lightly pinching his nipples... twisting his glorious little knobs... transformed John... whereas before John was content to lay there... all stretched out... absorbing and basking in our praise of him... now, John truly did begin to suffer... he writhed in unbridled lust... and when we  progressed from using our fingers to using our mouths... sucking on his nipples like they were baby bottles... John Crosby was truly tortured... nearly driven insane... needing and wanting an orgasm that could not come... never mind that he was stretched across that bench... his back nearly broken in two... never mind that he’d been that way for several hours... John thrust his chest into the air... feeding us his nipples, demanding that we suck on them... begging us to finish him... 

(John:) Ah, god damn, not that... anything but that... ah, I can’t take it... ah... don’t do this to me... not my tits... ah, one of you gotta get me off... come on just touch me one time... I’ll shoot a load to the next county... please... why do you wanna torture me  this way... 

It really was tragic... that poor man... he wanted to get off in the worst way... but he couldn’t... you can’t get any friction from air... and that’s all John’s cock and balls had access to... air... he needed just one little push, so he could finish himself... and I knew exactly what might do the trick... 


Part 3 in a week

Farmer John, Ginny and Jasper - Part 1

Jasper would like to serialize in text what he's told in audio, even though this text was written for audio. This is called Air Tight and is under the Schwangin' With Marrieds banner at the Jardonn's Erotic Tales web site. On the blog I'll simply use names of the three-way participants. 

Part 1

You might remember that last year I spent part of my vacation with the Crosby’s... almost a full week... on the farm... in the summer... planned to coincide with their daughter’s absence. She was at some sort of recreational camp one hundred miles away. 

Upon my arrival... early afternoon... Ginny wasted no time... greeting me on the front porch... asking me if I wanted anything to eat, which I did not... and taking me directly to the barn... through the barn... to the back... to the old corn crib... now John’s work shop... where the trap door that would lead us underground was open and waiting... I went first, and down below, something else was also waiting. 

John was on his flat workout bench... you know, the weight lifting kind... he was face up... ropes on his wrists... his arms spread wide beyond his head and down towards the floor... his ankles also in ropes... heels on the floor... and legs also spread wide... that poor man didn’t have a stitch of clothes on him...

Now, normally, regardless of John’s situation... he will greet me with a very enthusiastic,  hello Jasper... and a big old bear hug... if he’s able to do so... but this time... John looked at me without saying a word... and if I didn’t know better... which I did not... I’d say he was pissed off about something... he glared at me, then at Ginny... he was breathing hard... and growling ever so slightly every time he exhaled... 

Now, I’d seen John tied up before... and even though he is a good actor... I can always tell that it’s just part of the game... besides, we do have a safe word... by now you should know what it is... (CAROLINA!)

This time John seemed a little different... like he was in some very real pain. 

I turned to his loving wife... I said, hell, Ginny, how long has he been stretched out like this?

She goes... before noon, I guess. 

You're telling me he’s been tied up here an hour or better? 

Yeah, that’s about right. 

What did he do to deserve such punishment?

She goes, it began yesterday... when he decided that he was going to give up cigarettes... since then he’s been taking his frustrations out on me... and I am sick of it. So, I put him on the torture bench... this way I don’t have to be around him if I don’t wanna be.  

Well, how long do you think he can take being stretched out like that... with his chest sticking up in the air... and his backbone arched like a slice of cantaloupe? 

Oh, don’t worry about him, Jasper... he’s strong as an ox... I could leave him here all day if I wanted to... all night for that matter... 

Well, whatever you think... if that’s what it takes to keep him off your case, then I’m all for it. So, what are we gonna do? 

I don’t know what you think, but I’d like a screw. 

Ha... well, Ginny, I’m always up for that. Let’s go.  Leave him here to grumble to himself. 

No. I thought we’d do it on this mattress right here... make him watch. 

Oh, ok. Hell, doesn’t matter to me where we do it. Let’s just do it. 

And finally, as Ginny and I undressed ourselves, John added his two cents... 

God damn you... get me off this thing. 

Ginny said... John Crosby... you’re not going anywhere... and if you don’t keep your mouth shut... I will shut it for you... I do believe there’s some duct tape upstairs in your shop... are you going to make me go get it? 

(John)Aw, shit... the hell with you, then. 

Ha... and that was the end of that discussion... John’s torture bench was strategically placed beside the mattress, where all he had to do was turn his head to watch me boink his wife. Ginny laid her soft, healthy skinned body, nourished by clean country air, onto the center of the mattress... and I covered her with my hard, working on the loading docks body... clamping my lips onto hers... as we tied our tongues together... and my chest smashed down on her titties... and my fully engorged cock rubbed back and forth all around the portal to her treasure... and just as I’s about to slide on in there... that god damn man on his torture bench interrupted us again. 

Jasper... be a pal... there’s a pack of cigarettes in my truck... go get ‘em... just give me one... that’s all I need... just one smoke... one puff... help me out here, buddy.  

Ah, shit, John... are you fucking crazy? You know damned good and well that if I give you one you’re gonna be right back where you started... Believe me, I’ve been where you are... six years ago... and day two is pure hell... you cannot have just one, John... not ever again...  

My suggestion to you is this... fill your lungs to capacity with air... take deep breaths every time you inhale... it is the only thing you can do to alleviate your pain... and don’t say another word to me about it, because even though I haven’t had one for six years, just talking about it makes my lungs want one... even though they would not like it if they had it... but after one, then there’d be another... and they would like that one ... and the third and the fourth and six years of effort would be thrown out the window, so shut the hell up. 

John took my suggestion... filled his big old chest with air... he pushed that air out... flattening his already stretched belly... there was just enough play in his ropes so he could strain his legs, lift his heels a couple of inches off the floor... he flexed his arms, bringing his hands just a little bit closer to his head... making his massive chest expand and rise even higher... his muscles exploded with power... oh, he was suffering... on his bench of torture... suffering from two hours of being stretched... suffering from the unholy curve in his spine... suffering from his nicotine withdrawal... and suffering from watching me boink his wife.

(next part, next week)