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Harvesting Rachel
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sweet_as_candy

Harvesting Rachel

Will plans a special night for his wife...
Scanning the picturesque scene from the window of the third floor, Rachel smiled. The rich, autumn colours radiated from the countryside. The burnt orange leaves were descending from the ageing trees, and drifting slightly in the September wind. The tranquil landscape made her lose herself, deep in her thoughts.

Looking out into the cornfields she reminisced about how she used to play chasing games with her friends, hiding in amongst the overgrown ears of corn. She could almost hear the sounds of the shrieks and laughter as Will chased her into the woods, through the trees, and into the once, peaceful lake. A quiet giggle left her lips thinking about the moment when they had shared their first kiss. She remembered the feeling of how hot her face had felt, how her cheeks had blushed as his soft lips met hers. His emerald green eyes had smiled back at her as if acknowledging her innocence.

That was something that made Will fall in love with Rachel; more than he ever thought was possible. He was delicate with her naivety. He guided and supported her through their relationship and in turn she gave herself fully to him. He was hers, and she was his. He nurtured her, and cared for her, transforming her from a young lady into a woman.

It was a day like today; the night of the full moon, she remembered it like it was yesterday. Will had lain her down in the long grass. She could almost smell the fresh scent of the sweet lavender washing over her. She recalled the imagery of the glowing setting sun in the distance. Will had been a gentleman. He had waited until she was ready to give herself to him.

Transporting herself back to that very moment she could feel her loins beginning to ache. His hands had travelled up her thigh, slowly pushing up the hem of her blue, summer dress. A mixture of feelings whirled around her, a nervous excitement built in the pit of her stomach. She wanted him. No, she needed him. His mouth pressed firmly against hers, displaying his affection and admiration for her. His fingertips persisted on their journey up her fleshy thighs and found their way to her white cotton knickers.

Her pussy dripped into her gusset, recalling how the cool autumn air began tickling at her sex. He had delicately peeled her knickers down her legs and over her sandals. Pushing open her thighs, his fingers teased at her dampened lips. Carefully he slid his finger along her aching slit, collecting her pool of wetness on his finger, before gradually slipping it inside of her virgin hole. She gasped into his mouth, welcoming his fingers to claim her.

***

Continuing to soak in the beautiful scene, she enjoyed the imagery of the heat radiating over the freshly cropped fields, remembering how Will, himself, had harvested her for her virginity. The warm glow of the September sun was illuminating the treetops, slowly fading as the darkness took over.

She couldn’t remember how long she had been standing at the window now; all she knew was that she dared not move. His orders were for her to remain in that position until he returned. She did not know his plans, and she dared not have asked.

Her arms had stopped aching now. She had not struggled against the restraints. The position of her wrists bound together, half way up her back had caused her chest to protrude outwards. The weight of her full ripe breasts filled out her black lace bra. Her stocking covered legs were shoulder width apart, separated by the iron bar that held her firmly in place. She could not move, even if she wanted to. Her four-inched patent leather heels heightened her petite frame. Those were his favourite. She was not allowed to remove them until he was done fucking her.

***

The click of the key turning in the lock brought her back to reality. Her dark eyelashes swept across her lids as her electric blue eyes widened. Deep muffled voices from the floors below made her realise that Will was not alone. Her heart began rapidly beating in her chest. She wondered how much longer she would have to wait while he entertained his guests. She needed to pee; she was hoping he would come to her soon. She knew how much he loved to watch her pee. He would often make her squat down in front of him and touch himself, while watching the golden stream of piss soak through her saturated cotton knickers.

Suddenly the sound of footsteps ascended the stairs. Her breath caught in her throat at the sound of the turn of the door handle, and the familiar walk of his leather shoes against the stained oak floor.

“..And you haven’t moved an inch,” he whispered, as if she was his best-kept secret. “I hope you’ve been a good girl for me?” His fingertips traced the binding of her leather collar, which rested against her skin, accentuating her milky white complexion. The golden ring hung freely at the front of her neck, only a few hours prior, it had been attached to her leash.

“Yes sir,” she immediately responded, listening attentively to his words and waiting for her signal to speak.

“Beautiful isn’t it?” he asked rhetorically, standing behind her and looking out at the stunning view, “just like my beautiful wife.”

Leisurely walking around in front of her, his eyes penetrated hers; she broke the stare and looked at the floor. His hand cupped her cheek and brought her face to his. He kissed her mouth, their tongues meeting in a state of urgency. His hand made its way through her long, dark curls holding the back of her head and forced her face against his. He needed to feed on her, to satisfy his hunger.

“Fuck, you’re gorgeous.”

His eyes scanned every inch of her body, she could barely breathe. A mixture of flooded excitement and nerves filled her being. His eyes were captivated by the curves of her slender frame; her navel was pierced with a sparkling blue diamond to match the colour of her eyes. Her black lace knickers covered her stripped pussy mound, which rested against the tuft of her hair. He had shaved her earlier that morning, exactly how he wanted her. Her suspender belt held her black nylon stockings into place.

Will strolled around the back of her; his body pressed close against hers. She could feel his rough hands against her smooth skin. He gently rubbed her shoulders and down her bare arms.

She could feel his breath on her aching shoulders. The soft flutters of kisses soothed her redden skin. A grateful sigh escaped her mouth as she felt him untying the rope that held her arms in place. “I’ve brought some of my work friends here for you to meet. I thought it would be a great opportunity for them to join us in celebrating this special day,” he continued. “My treat to you. The night you gave yourself to me, all those years ago. A night I’ll never forget, can you remember that night Rachel?”

“Yes sir,” she whispered, straining to not gasp as the feeling returned to her arms once again.

“Some call it the night of the Hunter’s moon. And I know you would prefer the sound of that. How I hunted you Rachel, I claimed your body and soul as mine,” he continued, his hands slowly moving up her sides, his feathery caresses making her skin tingle.

She felt the material of his white shirt brushing against her skin, the cool steel buckle of his belt rested against the small of her back. She had come to know and love that belt so well over the recent weeks.

“Are you ready for the feast, my love?” She could sense the salacious smile amongst his words as his fingers interlocked hers.

A sudden realization dawned on Rachel. She had completely forgotten about the fact that there were more men in their home. She was unsure how to react. She panicked, as he had not told her what she was expected to wear.

“Ca..can I speak sir?” she whispered.

“You may,” he breathed in her ear, his free hand made its way around to her front and squeezed a handful of her ripe tit, causing her nipple to poke through the lace.

“I need to pee, please may I be released to use the bathroom?”

“Of course my darling…” He paused for a little longer than usual. “Or should I make you go right now in your knickers?” he smirked, before slowly bending down and untying her legs from the restraints.

“Thank you sir.”

His fingers interlocked hers once again and he led her into the corridor and towards the bathroom.

With the door wide open he watched as she peeled her knickers down her legs and squatted over the toilet bowl, “Sir, someone may come up,” she nervously whispered, looking up at his muscular stature as he leaned against the doorframe.

“Do you need to go or are you wasting my time?” he responded.

“No sir.” She sighed as the weight was shifted from the pressure of her heels. She looked at him as her bladder opened up. She knew the routine now; she sat back with her legs wide open, her clit on display as the stream of golden piss leaked from her into the bowl below.

“Fuck,” he mouthed. A lustful grin flickered on his face, almost telling her he needed to masturbate right there and then.

***

Descending the stairs, close behind Will, Rachel could hear the clanking and clattering of plates and cutlery and could smell the delicious aromas of the freshly cooked food. She was unsure what to think. She didn’t have time to wonder how Will’s friends would react on seeing his wife in her scantly clad lingerie wear.

The gluttonous scene fell before her eyes. The large mahogany table was adorned with rich, colourful fruit and vegetables. A roasted hog had been placed in the centre of the table, a bright, red apple stuffed into its open mouth.

Rachel’s cheeks reddened. She was excited yet felt self-conscious as the group of men gathered around the table staring at her in silence. Their eyes stripped her of the remaining clothing she wore.

“Everyone, this is my wife Rachel,” Will proudly announced before extending out his arm to show off his prized possession.

“This feast just gets better and better,” a blonde hair man responded, raising his metal tankard up to toast Rachel’s reveal. “You told me she was gorgeous, but fuck me! You’re a lucky bastard!”

Will laughed, “I’m pleased you agree.”

“Yeah I am definitely giving my thanks too, Will,” declared a red headed friend.

“I’d like to propose a toast and thank you all for joining us this evening to join in with our celebrations. Your service awaits,” Will asserted, handing Rachel over to the group before taking a seat at the top of the table.

Rachel smiled, her mind raced with thoughts of how to serve the group of eight. She had never done anything like this before. She did not want to question Will’s offering. She approached the table and smiled at the gentlemen, offering to top up their glasses and tankards with more wine and ale.

The delicious scent of the crackling pork filled the air, she picked up the knife and began to carve strips of meat and served it as per request.

The men began talking amongst themselves, laughing as they spoke of their lewd exploits and conquests.

“This food is fucking delicious, Will,” toasted a tall dark haired man, sitting aside Will. “The company is even better,” he winked; his eyes flitted over to Rachel.

The cheers, laughs, and conversations were in full flow as Rachel continued her service to the group of ravenous men. The clinking of glasses signalled acknowledgement and approval amongst the friends. The food was delicious in every way. The succulent flavours satisfying their hunger.

“Drink your wine my darling, we have enough now.”

Anxiously Rachel looked at Will. He nodded towards the shiny metal bowl of wine on the floor at the foot of the table, that he had prepared for her. She knew what to do; she had drunk from the floor under his direction before, but never in front of other people.

Rachel felt embarrassed but wanted to do it. An unrequited desire to show her devotion to him encouraged her. However, she could not disguise her embarrassment. The feeling of her performing for everyone almost overwhelmed her.

As she cast her eyes to the ground the heat of the pumping blood flow rushed to the surface of her skin. Slowly she bent down, positioning herself on her knees before him. She distributed her body weight onto her arms into an ‘all fours’ position. She turned and crawled toward the bowl, feeling all eyes on her. The black lace stretched across her curvaceous arse, framing its roundness.

The silence from the group of men was deafening. They watched, almost mesmorised by her actions. She seductively swung her hips, remembering how he liked it. Rachel knew his eyes would be studying the wobble of her cheeks as she prowled toward her bowl, like a silent cat, stalking its prey. She sighed happily before lowering her head and began lapping at the cool, crispy white wine, savouring its delectable taste.

Her tongue swirled in amongst the liquid, tasting the sweet aroma as she lapped a little more.

“That’s a good pet.” The lust washed over Will as he sat back in his seat, enjoying the lascivious performance.

“Look at the fucking arse on that beauty!” The red headed male was now standing up to observe the full view of his friend’s wife on display.

Rachel turned her head. Her eyes never left Will’s waiting, ready for his signal, to inform of her of her next action. Her eyes trailed from the stubble on his strong jaw line and down to his white shirt. The top few buttons were open, exposing a section of his smooth chest. She adored him. Her love was so strong for him that she would do anything he wanted and she knew how much her love was reciprocated.

Will’s lips curled into a salacious grin, as he beckoned Rachel to him.

She obeyed his command and slowly crawled back toward him, deliberately taking her time to swing her hips. The prurient comments were pouring from the group of men, showing their already horny state. Her erect nipples rubbed against the lace material, strained by the weight of her full breasts as she continued to slither toward Will.

Her cheek brushed against the dark material of his trousers. Her sparkling blue eyes looked up at him with admiration. The golden ring of her collar glistened as the light reflected from it. His shifted in his seat, settling himself back and opening his legs wider. He loved her collar, however beautiful his wife was, her collar was a sign that she was all his.

Her hand cautiously slid up his muscular calves, trailing the pathway to his parted thighs. Her eyes were fixated upon his. The cheers and sounds of randy laughter seemed miles away. The breath caught in her throat at the site of her husbands bulging cock. The thickening rod was pushing against the constraints of his trousers. A wanton breath escaped his lips as her red tipped fingernails glided over the hardening formation in his crotch.

“Fuck yeah, she’s a horny bitch!” Came the jeers from the table.

She seductively bit her lower lip, hovering above the sliver zipper. He nodded to signal her to continue. She tugged on the bottom of his cotton shirt, pulling it free from his leather belt. The trail of dark hair from his navel was exposed. She delicately followed the route with her fingernail, continuing along his waist. He gently swept her curls over to the side. She was picture perfect.

“Suck me now,” he breathed, unzipping his thick meat for her. He couldn’t wait any longer. The bulbous head of his prick was leaking. He held the back of her head and guided her mouth over him.

“You’re a fucking naughty girl,” he groaned. Her warm mouth engulfed his reddened shaft. He pushed deep into her mouth. Her full pink lips made a perfect ‘o’ shape around him as she started to suck harder on his swollen cock.

Will’s rigid dick thrust into her mouth, making her take him as deep as she could. She gagged on the length of him, trying her best to hold him there. He removed his cock from her mouth, relieving her of her restricted breath. She gasped as strings of her saliva were attached to the glistening head.

“Fuck yeah, what a little cock sucker you’ve got. Shit, give me a go of that!” cheered the red headed male, hardly able to contain his enjoyment from the couple’s performance.

“Let the real feast begin!” Will grinned. Pulling Rachel by the hand he ordered her to stand.

Rachel quickly responded, clambering to her feet. She remained facing her husband. His thick erection was standing at full attention.

Grabbing her shoulder, Will quickly spun her around and forced her down onto the table, narrowly missing the large platters of food. With her cheek firmly pressed against the cool wooden surface, she glanced around at the men. The room filled with groans and cheers. She felt the snap of her bra as it became unclipped, falling loose around her arms.

“Fuck, give me a smell of her!” Came a comment from one of the men.

Will laughed in response, stepping aside for his friend to absorb his wife’s scent. “Be my guest.”

An aroused whisper left her lips, feeling the man’s nose press into the lace of her gusset and against her aching sex. She heard his exaggerated intake of breath, as he lingered over her dampened spot.

“Mmmm…fuck yes, she is a horny fucker. Those knickers smell fucking delicious.”

She could hear the groan in the guy’s voice, evident that his senses were telling him how sweet she would taste. Rachel couldn’t believe what was happening. Never before had she felt this alive. She didn’t think it was possible to be more wanted than how her husband made her feel.

Suddenly she could feel hands roaming her body. A firm hand glided down the curve of her spine from the nape of her neck. It’s rough palm landed on her fleshy cheek with a whack. A series of sharp stings followed. Rachel cried out at the unexpected spanking. Another hand held her firmly in place as her body jerked with each smack.

Rachel concentrated. She channeled her thinking on anything but the growing heat on her knicker-covered arse, and the tops of her thighs. Pushing her hips up she attempted to ease the repeated blows on the same spot. The pain was making her pussy pulsate. She was creaming into the crotch of her knickers. Feeling a slap on her pussy Rachel cried out.

“Oh you want more do you slut?” she heard.

“Y..yes please,” came her nervous response, unsure what to expect next.

She felt the tug of her dark curls as her hair was pulled back into a ponytail. With a jolt of her neck she could see the table, still covered with food. As her back arched her large tits hung perfectly, bouncing, as she was man handled. Her bra was stripped from her body. Her tits fell against the cold wooden surface, as she was forced back into position, causing her dark pink nipples to harden further.

Rachel’s cunt was dripping. She was sprawled over the table, with every inch of her body being pulled and groped. The horny group demonstrated their hunger, desperate for a piece of the mouth-watering delicacy that lay before them. The tearing of her knickers came next. Rough, stumpy fingertips scrapped against her heated cheeks, as the material was torn open, exposing her puffy labia.

“FUCK!”

“That cunt is soaking.”

The illicit remarks were pouring from the group. She could hear the zippers being pulled and buttons popping open, evident that they needed a release soon.

“Give me a lick of that cunt.”

Rachel felt the peachy flesh of her cheeks being stretched out as the guys tongue curled and penetrated her gaping hole, lapping greedily at her gloriously soft lips. Her groaned into her pussy as he sucked at her engorged bud.

She closed her eyes to maximize her other senses. Hands were sliding between her body and the wooden surface of the table, grabbing at her flesh.

“Looks like this cunt is hungry,” sneered the red headed man.

Will stood back, his thick erection standing proud, while watching the men feast upon his beautiful wife. The pleasure was evident. Her face showed it all. He knew that she would break soon. He knew that she would soon be screaming as he pussy gushed.

She was spread wide, her hips pushing back as fingers were pushed into her sodden cunt. Fingers were running from her saturated hole and smeared onto her tight rosebud. She needed to cum. She needed to strum at her swollen clit until her pussy walls forced her juice from pulsating hole.

Walking over to the table, Will grabbed a wine bottle from the cooler and reached over to his wife’s exposed cheeks. He tipped the clear liquid over her reddened arse, watching as it washed over globes of peachy flesh, and chanelling between her cheeks.

His dark haired friend knelt between his wife’s legs, lapping up the flavoursome liquid.

“Pass me the bottle Will,” he grinned.

Rachel held her breath, bracing herself for what was coming next.

Letting out a scream, she could feel her pussy feeling invaded by the cold glass bottle. Her pussy walls stretched around the neck of the bottle as she was forced to cum. Her body began to spasm. The groans of rang out amongst the men.

Pulling his wife’s head toward his erection, Will forced it into her mouth silencing her screams as her orgasms continued. She gobbled her husband greedily, sucking on him as hard as she was cumming.

“Fuck, yes, that’s it baby. Show everyone how much you fucking love it.”

Withdrawing from her mouth Will watched the glow of his wife, basking in her orgasmic state.

“Stand up,” he suddenly ordered.

Rachel attempted to stand to her feet. Her legs felt like jelly as she tried to perfect her balance.

She watched as the men stripped. Naked torsos and erect cocks stood before her. Will climbed onto the table, his thick, rigid dick lay against his stomach.

“Now get on top….backwards. I want your arse, spread your legs and let everyone see your cunt,” he growled.

Rachel was assisted by the men to climb on top of her husband. Will held her rounded arse firmly in his hands as he skewered her tight hole. Rachel’s eyes widened, her hole was resisting her husband’s thick rod. Will continued, until he felt her puckered hole welcoming him inside.

“Fuck, I need some,” the red headed male groaned, wanking his milky white dick. He climbed on top, carefully as if anxious that the table would not withstand their weight. Balancing himself over the couple he entered his friends wife. Her slippery cunt took every inch of his dick as her husband slowly fucked her tight arsehole.

With another orgasm quickly approaching Rachel screamed out. Both of her holes were being filled. Tilting her head back, her body shook as another powerful orgasm crashed through her.

Rachel reached out to either side, relying on her husband to hold her balance. She took two cocks in her hand and began to masturbate the two spectators.

“Fffucck…I’m gonna cum!” grunted the red headed male. He continued his thrusting inside of Rachel before quickly pulling out. His thick ropes of hot cum splattered over her stomach, covering her navel piercing.

The other two men were on the verge. Rachel could feel the heat of their throbbing members in the palms of her hands. She continued her skillful work until they joined in with their own orgasm. Rachel’s hands were covered in their white goo. Smiling she rubbed the spunk into her jiggling tits, covering her hardened nipples.

“Fuck that’s it. Show us how much you love being my dirty slut,” Will groaned. Her ass felt like it was being split into two. He grunted in her ear, deeper and harder.

She joined in with him, bringing herself to another greedy orgasm, circling her cum covered fingers over her hardened nub.

“This is for you baby. All for you! Urgghh..!” he shouted. Rachel could feel the heat of his load fill her arse.

The couple lay before the on lookers, luxuriating in their glorious states.

“Now time for the dessert,” he laughed as he kissed her shoulder.

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