Hallmark: May Day 2

Finishing up May Day with one Sunday left. I think I’d like to get back to the “main” story after spending the last two months meandering.
~Richard


Arnold panted and slowly pulled back from Hannah’s mouth as she pouted.

“Sorry, Mark said I can’t give you any cum. He has something special planned for you.”

Mark also pulled out, grinning and helping her back upright. “Have fun, you two love birds,” he said, taking Hannah’s hand and leading her out of the clearing and onto a trail.

Arnold walked over to Chelsea and pulled the ribbon over her mouth to the side.

“So, how much trouble am I in?” he asked.

She snarled and snapped at his fingers.

“Mark said something like this might happen. You really do go feral when you’re tied up and horny.”

Chelsea growled again. “If you ever tie me up and fuck another woman again, you’ll be throwing out your chastity cages because we’ll be exploring castration play.”

Mark took half a step back, “You don’t really mean that…”

“Don’t I? How much has your ‘bro’ told me about the stupid shit we did in college?”

“Not that much, but I really doubt you literally cut a guy’s dick off.”

Chelsea raised an eyebrow. “Pray you never have to find out.”

Arnold dropped down to one knee, “And what can I do to placate your wrath for this afternoon, my Queen?”

“Your worthless cock smells like whore, so I guess we’ll be using your mouth. Crawl over here.”

As Arnold followed her order, Chelsea started wriggling. First her right arm, then her left managed to pop free from the ties while leaving the ribbons intact.

“Could you have gotten out all along?” he asked from her feet.

“You think you three idiots can actually tie me down? Mark’s knots are as loose as his toy’s cunt, and I’m pretty sure he ties her shoes for her.”

Arnold giggled a little despite himself. “I think that’s part of their role play, not a necessity, Mistress.”

Chelsea managed to extricate one of her feet and planted it between his shoulder blades, pressing down to relieve some pressure and wriggle out her other foot.

“Less sassing, more lashing,” she ordered, wrapping her legs around his head and tugging his face to her cunt.

She moaned as he dug in, tongue dragging up and down her pussy lips in long, firm strokes, his hands up and squeezing her ass to get the perfect angle.

“Fuck,” she gasped. “This isn’t going to take long, I was real wound up from your little show.”

Arnold moaned and moved up a little to suck on her clit as she squeezed her thighs tighter around his head. 

He groaned again, trying to stay focused on his work as she nearly suffocated him.

“You can tap out any time,” she said. “But if you don’t finish, I’ll make you eat Mark’s load out of my ass. I know you hate that.”

Arnold whimpered and pressed his tongue inside her folds, working as hard as he could.

“Mmmmm, good boy. You take such good care of me. Almost… almost…. fuck… right there!”

He sucked hard on her clit, the pressure driving her over the edge and sending a flood of liquid into his mouth. She let her legs drop, and he fell back onto all fours, panting.

“Get me the rest of the way out of here,” she said after he looked back up. He quickly got her out of the rest of the ribbon, and she took his hand, hustling down a path and through the woods to the next clearing, where Hannay was bound to a pole. Satisfied she wouldn’t try to escape, Mark had only wrapped one ribbon around her, but she was ringed in with bodies instead. A dozen men circled around her, jerking their cocks as she stared at them, tongue lolling out.

“Give it to me, boys! I’m supposed to have a white dress if I’m the May Queen, but you can at least paint me white.”

Chelsea gave Arnold a little swat on the butt. “Get in there, otherwise you’re going to have such a case of blue balls even I’ll feel bad.

He ran into a place in the circle, stroking his cock for only a few seconds before popping off and spraying the first ropes across Hannah’s tits. Once he did, the others followed in short succession, cumshot after cumshot plastering her. Chelsea caught Mark’s eye when he glanced over his shoulder with a smirk, shaking her head as he walked right up to Hannah and delivered his load into her waiting mouth.


Come back next week for more!

Hallmark: Mother’s Day

Happy Mother’s Day to all the moms reading this! Hannah’s probably pregnant after this. I don’t really know where this fits in with the main story, so consequences be damned!
~Richard


“Bend over, Hannah,” Arnold said, trying to put steel into his voice and making it most of the way to aluminum. She glanced over at Mark, and he nodded.

Arnold quickly stripped down, revealing his cock at full hardness. Mark did the same, watching with a smirk on his face.

“I assume you’d rather take her pussy,” Arnold said.

Mark grinned and rubbed his cock over Hannah’s soaking pussy lips as she thrust her ass out as far as she could, bent out the waist, looking up at Arnold. He put his cock in front of her face, and she gave it a light kiss just below the head.

Mark thrust forward, shoving her head against Arnold’s crotch. He reached down and slipped her hair out of the way as she ran her tongue up his shaft with a moan, wet heat coating his skin.

“You know what would really piss her off?” asked Mark.

“More than us spit-roasting your girlfriend while she’s tied up?” asked Arnold, speaking as slowly and evenly as he could as Hannah started to build her rhythm.

“Yeah. She sort of likes denial. A little. Secretly. But she hates when we do ‘stupid bro shit.’”

“She does. Are you thinking what I think you’re thinking?”

Mark held up one hand, “You know it, bro!”

They high-fived over Hannah’s back as she opened her mouth wide, taking most of Arnold’s cock in while she wriggled her ass to get Mark deeper.

“Wait, I can make this even broier!”

“How, bro?”

“Bro fist, bro!”

“Hell yeah, bro! Gimme those knux!”

They fist bumped, their knuckles coming together as their hips both hit Hannah from opposite sides, forcing both of their full lengths into her.

Chelsea screamed into the ribbon and struggled against her bonds, glaring at the back of Arnold’s head.

“I shouldn’t look right now, should I?” he asked.

“No, you’d probably go soft from fear, but it’s okay. I. Love. That. Look.” Mark said, punctuating each word with another hard thrust into Hannah, who moaned in between gags from deepthroating Arnold.


I appreciate Jayden occasionally letting me turn her smut blog into weird comedy. Kinda short this week since we were running around visiting moms all day. I will probably finish this scene next weekend.

The Insecure Writer’s Support Group #IWSG

The Insecure Writer's Support Group

If you’d like to chime in and let us know your answers to the questions or drop a link to your post if you’re participating, please do so in the comments! And check out the IWSG website for more answers!

February 7 question: What turns you off when visiting an author’s website/blog? Lack of information? A drone of negativity? Little mention of author’s books? Constant mention of books?

Jayden: I am definitely interested in hearing all of your answers to this! I think what I don’t like is when they are too long. I don’t have a lot of time to read blogs, so if I get a long-winded post that doesn’t seem to be going anywhere, I quickly lose interest. When there are headings for sections, that’s great because I can direct my attention. That being said, as an often long-form fiction blog, I do read other similar blogs and I like when there’s a continuous story I can get invested in! But it has to keep moving.

Richard: Not being updated in a long time is probably the biggest thing. If you haven’t cared enough to update your website in 3 years, why should I care enough to read it? Second is too much non-writing related stuff. You’re welcome to talk about that TV show you like, your job, vacation, or even current events, politics, etc. sometimes. But if your blog looks more like a LinkedIn, mommy blog, travel blog, etc. than a writing one, I’m probably not as interested (unless you’re really good at writing about those things, but you should probably spin it off into its own thing then). Number three is excessive/scammy self promotion. Obviously self-promotion is a big part of why you have the blog, but if every post is, “Three ways to X your writing…” and ends with a, “Buy my book to find out 20 more ways to X!” then I’d just as soon go watch an infomercial or something.