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Lucky Me (FF, bond, S&M)
By Laurie Anne Tyson
It had been a particularly long and grueling day at the office,
and the heat of the day had sapped a lot of my strength, but I
decided to stop on the way home and buy a really sexy pair of
undies, knowing that Danielle, my lover, would be pleased with me
for doing so. Having bought the sexiest, laciest pair of bra and
panties I could find, I thought of nothing but my sweetheart the
rest of the way home.
I had known Danielle for almost six years, ever since high
school, and we were almost constant lovers for the last four of
them. We each had "stepped out" on the other on several occasions,
later confessing our transgressions in tear-filled, highly
emotional situations which only served to bring us closer
together. Her sexual appetite, like mine, was insatiable. I don't
think there is anything we haven't tried or wouldn't try to make
each other happy.
My job as a secretary was boring, paid little, and brought not
too much satisfaction to my life, but there was always Danielle at
the end of the day to save it for me. Her life as a part-time
model was much more glamorous, and offered her more of an
opportunity for sexual liaisons outside of our relationship (both
male and female), but I knew the sex part of it went with the
territory, and I gave her just the slightest hassle when she
stayed out late on a modeling assignment.
Danielle was as pretty a girl as I had ever known. She just
turned twenty-four last month. Her long, strawberry-blonde hair
and pretty face, with pug nose and deep blue eyes, had adorned the
covers of several prominent national magazines over the past few
years. She preferred modeling in lingerie, and often appeared in
Sears or Montgomery Ward catalogs in typical poses with nothing on
but panties and bra. Like most models of this type, she was not
particularly large-breasted, though what she had to offer beneath
those sexy, lacey bras she loved to wear was more than ample. They
are certainly more than enough to whet my appetite. Her legs were
long, sleek, and perfectly tanned. She was a real head-turner when
she walked in shopping malls wearing a short dress.
I am not as pretty as she, but, I must say without sounding
immodest, that I really have her beat when it comes to well-
developed bodies. Although I am the elder of us two by only three
months, I think my boobs stayed longer in the oven when they were
baking, and must have been enhanced by extra dough. To say the
least, they are extremely large. I am probably more well-endowed
than many movie actresses, and I know I put a lot of models in
Playboy and Penthouse to shame. I must admit, however, that my
looks are only slightly above average, so, despite my physical
assets, I do not command the attention that Danielle does with her
strikingly pretty face and long blonde hair.
I am a brown-eyed brunette and I like to keep my hair cut short,
just covering my ears. Where it really counts, I like to keep my
pussy hairs cut real short! In fact, I have been known to keep my
little honeypot shaved completely for weeks at a time. Often, I
let Danielle do the shaving for me, knowing that soon thereafter I
will be rewarded with a long, satisfying orgasm when she is done,
finding it difficult not to get turned on by my spread legs and
pouting cuntal lips. Often, she is unable to stop from eating me
before she is done shaving me; it is not unusual for us to
interrupt this activity with some really heavy sex.
Usually she shaves me while I'm lying on the bed with a rubber
mat beneath my buttocks, but, I am getting way too far ahead of
myself to go into details about that now. I plan to tell all about
myself and Danielle, and promise to include a few paragraphs about
her adventures in shaving between my legs.
Coming home from work, like today, wearing the new sexy undies I
had bought on the way, was always a joy. I like to surprise her.
Sometimes I sit across from her and flash a little leg. If I am
bold, I'll let her see well up my dress or nightie. She goes wild
when I do it without panties on! For some reason, she gets
particularly turned on when I turn my back to her and bend over,
offering her a rear view of panties or-- sometimes--a bare ass!
Walking in the door I smelled food on the stove. Liver? It
smelled good. "Hi, Danielle, where are you?"
"Hi, Laurie!" she shouted from the living room.
I walked into the living room, feeling really sexy, knowing that
what I was wearing beneath my dark blue skirt and sweater would
really turn her on. She was lying on the sofa, reading a model
magazine, clad in a red halter, beneath which she was obviously
wearing nothing, and a pair of white short-shorts. I moved to her
side and, bending slightly, brushed my lips against her cheek as
she raised her face slightly to greet me.
"How was your day?" she asked with a wide smile.
"Crappy," I replied. "As usual. If George Phillips pinches my
rear end once more I'm going to kick him in the balls."
Danielle laughed. She moved her hips back on the sofa in a
gesture offering me room to sit next to her. I planted my buttocks
on the sofa, placing my right forearm just below her left
shoulder. Her right arm drifted instinctively across my thigh. I
placed my left arm upon it.
"Steak's in the oven," she said.
"You look pretty," I said, staring into her baby-blues,
pretending to ignore her comment, giving her left arm a little
squeeze.
She looked into my eyes, right into my soul I thought. "I missed
you today," she whispered into my ear, sending shivers down my
spine.
"Since just this morning?" I asked, pretending to be oblivious
of the goose bumps which adorned my arms.
"Uh-uh," she replied. "I've had a boring day. One telephone
call, one modeling assignment for next Tuesday. I thought about
you a lot, Laurie."
I smiled. Love was something special to us. Neither of us were
ashamed to reveal our innermost feelings to each other. We had
always communicated our needs, sexually or otherwise, with such
candor that we weren't afraid to say what we really felt or
wanted. "I thought about you, too," I said, moving my right hand
to her forehead and brushing away her bangs of strawberry-blonde
hair. After four years of basically non-stop sex, one would think
we would have grown tired of one another. To the contrary, our
physical attraction was mutual and unceasing.
"I'm not really that hungry," I whispered sexily with a broad
smile, finally responding to her earlier comment about the steak
in the oven.
"You could turn off the oven," she said, biting her lower lip,
acknowledging my all too obvious innuendo that there was something
on my mind besides dinner.
"Do you have something better than steak to eat?" I asked,
knowing the obvious answer to my own question.
"I've got something that's extremely low-calorie for you. I
think you'll find it to be rather delectable," she answered,
moving her body under my arm which stretched across the back of
the sofa, her shoulder nudging under my armpit. I moved my free
hand to her halter-covered right breast and began toying with her
there, using just the tips of my fingers upon her slightly turgid
nipple. I knew that always turned her on.
Danielle moved her left hand to my sweater, just beneath my left
breast. I thought she was going to touch me there, but she didn't;
her hand remained near my ribs. Bending my head slightly, I
planted a gentle kiss on her soft, golden hair. She traced the
fingers of her free hand from my ribs to the nape of my neck, by-
passing my tit, pulling me into her in a soft, gentle way. She
turned her head and brought her lips to mine. The kiss was tender,
but not overtly sexy. I liked to call it a "warm-up" kind of kiss.
"Excuse me, but I don't think we need more than one fire at a
time in here," I said, breaking the kiss and her embrace, as I
arose and walked into the kitchen. I turned the oven down to 100
degrees, enough to keep the steak warm while Danielle turned my
body turned hot.
When I returned to her, she was lying prone, having swung her
left leg, bent at the knee, over the back of the sofa, keeping her
right leg straight. The effect was to open her legs up completely,
offering me a sexy view of the crotch of her shorts. A quick
glance between her legs revealed a slight opening on the outside
of the crotch of her white shorts, beneath which I could
distinctly see the edge of her just as white panties.
Instead of returning to my seated position next to her, I stood
above the exquisitely pretty girl, looking down at her bare
midriff and unbelievably sexy legs. "I turned the oven down," I
said.
"Then how about turning me on," she replied, beckoning me with
outspread arms.
"First, I have a little surprise for you," I whispered in as
sexy a tone as I could muster.
"I like surprises," she said with a broad smile.
"Close your eyes," I commanded. "No peeking."
Keeping my eyes glued to her face to prevent her from cheating,
I reached under the bottom of my sweater and lifted it over my
chest, then drew it over my head. I looked down at my new
brassiere, a front-hooking type with solid material to the outside
of my breasts, and see-through lace, embroidered with tiny flowers
along the insides. Plenty of cleavage was visible through the
wispy lace.
Bending slightly at the waist, I grasped the hem of my skirt,
then pulled it in a quick upward thrust along my bare, white legs,
all the way to my waist, revealing my new, sexy, bra-matching
panties. I knew from having looked in the mirror at the store that
my hairless cuntal crack was plainly visible just above the plain,
reinforced solid white crotch. Flowery lace adorned the entire
front of the tiny, bikini-styled undies.
I held the dress above my waist, still grasping the hem. I felt
really sexy. I hoped Danielle would like what I was wearing. I had
bought the frilly material just for her. "Open your eyes," I
whispered.
Slowly, as if she were drifting out of sleep, she opened her
eyes to see me standing before her, showing off my recent
purchase. Her eyes widened and her mouth opened. "Oh! They're
beautiful!" she exclaimed, staring first at my panties and then at
my bra. She licked her lips instinctively, then gulped.
"I bought them just for you, Danielle," I said, turning in a
slow circle to permit her a view of the solid, tight fitting rear
of the satiny material.
I knew sexy lingerie turned her on. She loved to model in such
delicate things as much as she liked to see others do the same. We
both had a penchant for sexy underwear. My favorite of hers was a
full-cut panty and bra combination that was completely
transparent, right down to the crotch and bra cups. Maybe the
outfit I was now modeling for her didn't quite match that, but I
knew she would find it extremely enticing.
"Oh, Laurie, where did you buy them?" she asked, reaching her
left hand out to touch the front of the panties with her
fingertips.
"At Macy's, on the way home. I thought you might like them!"
"Oh, wow! I love them, Laurie! They're beautiful. You look so
fucking sexy! Turn around again, for me, I want to see that
gorgeous ass once more."
I turned my back to her and purposely stuck my rear end out by
bending slightly at the waist. I heard her whistle behind me, then
felt the warmth of the palm of her hand resting on my left
buttock. "These panties look like they're painted on you," she
sighed, running her hand over my ass.
Feeling her hand back there, I became emboldened, inching back
toward the sofa, opening my legs wider in the process, and bending
over even further. My back was to her, but my crotch was wide
open. Looking back between my legs, I saw Danielle's left hand cup
her own crotch and squeeze it tightly just as she moved the
fingertips of her right hand between my legs.
"OH, yes!" I sighed as I felt the first upward pressure of her
hand against my panty crotch, pressing into my puffy cuntal lips.
"So soft," she whispered, pressing her middle finger right into
the crack, near the entrance to my vagina which was already
filling with my love-juices. "Move closer to me, Laurie."
I backed up toward the couch, until I felt my calves hit the
edge. My panty-covered ass was right above her head now. I could
feel her eyes staring into my private area. She maintained a
constant pressure of her finger against my vulva. Lowering my
backside even further, I squatted over her, the wide expanse of my
panty-covered crotch just a few inches above her face. I looked to
the side; her hand was digging into her own crotch now, teasing
her clitoris into full erection, as she looked up at my panty-
covered ass above her.
"What a view!" she exclaimed.
I was wanton now, completely filled with lust. Grabbing most of
the material of my raised skirt with my left hand in front of my
doubled-over tummy, I moved my right hand between my legs, pushing
hers away. Boldly, I grasped one edge of the crotch of my new
panties with four fingers and pulled it to the side, baring my now
gaping, completely hairless cunt to the leering eyes below.
"Is this what you're after?" I husked, knowing that the lush
pink tissues lining the inside of the walls of my cuntal crack and
the moistened vaginal entrance were plainly visible to Danielle.
My wantonness surprised even my lover. "You know it is, you
devil!"
I used my index finger to pull one of my puffy, hairless labia
even further apart, revealing a good deal of the inner entrance to
my now steaming vagina. "Use your tongue, lover," I ordered,
lowering my ass all the way onto her face, almost smothering her
with the fatty tissues of my cunt.
Her tongue shot into me like a dart, at once filling a void that
had been empty for too long. I could hear her slurping at the
offered prize, even as I felt her hot tongue begin its search into
my very being, while I clasped the arm of the sofa to keep my
balance. I had known other lovers, male and female, but no one had
a tongue like Danielle's. I had known her to kiss and suck my
pussy for hours--once for an entire evening when she bet me I
could experience orgasm ten times. She was wrong--I came at least
a dozen times, each time more intense than the previous one.
She licked the entire length of my cuntal crack, even reaching
into my super-sensitive anal area as she moved her head back and
forth beneath my churning ass. "OH! That feels wonderful!" I
cried, trying to hold my body still for a moment and allow her
tongue to perform its magic inside me.
She gurgled and cooed into my crack which was plastered against
her face. I couldn't get enough of this bitch who was just as much
in heat as I was. While her one hand stole inside her shorts,
beneath her panties, to play with her own hot womanhood, her other
hand supported my lowered ass.
I let her eat me for at least ten minutes, on the verge on
coming on several occasions, letting the lofty sensations fill my
loins. Finally, I eased my ass off her face. "Let's go to the
bedroom, darling," I whispered huskily.
Not waiting for a response, and without looking back at her, I
ran into the bedroom and jumped onto the bed, flat on my back,
legs spread wide. I pulled the crotch of my panties to the side
once more and waited. Danielle walked slowly into the room, a look
of pure sexiness on her face. The front of her shorts were
unbuttoned and unzipped, the material falling to either side of
the front. I assumed she had opened the shorts when she was
playing with herself while sucking me just moments before.
She slowly moved to the bed and sat between my spread legs,
staring into my hairless cunt which I offered for her view. She
inclined her body parallel to my left leg and rested her head on
her left hand, her head only inches from the obscenely exposed
crack. She placed her free hand on the top of my left thigh and
licked her lips with her tongue.
"What does the little girl want?" she whispered. Because of its
hairless condition, she often referred to my sex as a "little
girl".
"She needs a lot of attention," I said softly. Looking down her
reclining body, I could see the top of her panties where the front
of her shorts opened in a wide 'V'. Her nipples, now fully erect,
jutted against her halter. I wanted to suck them.
"You mean like this?" asked Danielle, showing me her saliva-
filled tongue before pressing into the length of my sex and taking
a long, wet swipe with it from my vagina to my clit.
I cried out in ecstasy. "Yes!" I gasped, "Oh, do it to me
darling!"
"Show me where the little girls wants all the attention," she
said in as sexy a tone as she could muster.
She was teasing me now. Still holding the panty crotch to the
side, baring my cunt, I moved the tip of my forefinger to my
bulging clitoral hood, beneath which the source of my most
wonderful pleasures lie hidden, surrounded by sensitive tissues.
"Right here," I said, pressing my finger against the nubbin,
pushing my finger into the upper crack of my pussy.
"And where else?" she whispered, staring at my finger delving
into the splayed crotch.
"Here," I replied, opening my legs even wider and moving my
fingertip to my vaginal entrance. "Your tongue belongs real deep
in here!" Danielle watched, wide-eyed, as I pierced the vagina
with my finger. It was like a lake inside me, my love juices
flowing copiously.
"I think I can handle that," said Danielle, smiling, moving her
head closer to my crotch.
"Not so fast, young lady! I haven't pointed out all the target
areas yet."
"What's missing?" she asked.
Still holding my panty crotch to the side, I moved my fore and
middle fingers to either side of the soft flesh surrounding my
anal region and pushed the delicate halves apart, baring my round
'O', my nether opening, the entrance to my rectal cavity. "Here,
too," I said. "Are you brave enough to do it here?"
I knew the answer. She had rimmed me a hundred times before, but
I liked the anticipation of knowing what my lover was about to do
to me. "I might even start there first," she replied with a wry
smile. "I plan on doing lots of things to you. I've got some nice
surprises myself."
"Like what?"
"If I told you they wouldn't be surprises, would they?"
"Tell me some of the things," I begged. It really turned me on
to hear her say what was in store for me.
"It's a little embarrassing," she lied. "Let me whisper in your
ear. Move your leg." She sidled up along side of me as I moved my
right leg to accommodate her. I removed my hand from my panty
crotch, letting the material fall back into place over my pussy
and put my arm around her. Her head nestled in the crook of my
neck. It was a nice position, leaving her left hand atop my head,
which she scratched gently, and her right hand on my cheek, which
she caressed softly. Her forearm rested atop my left breast. I
kept my legs as open as I could.
"Do you really want to hear what I'm going to do to you?" she
asked, her mouth just next to my ear, the warmth of her breath
driving me insane with desire.
"Uh-uh," I replied.
"I'm going to start at the top and work down. First here, all
over your face," she said with caressing fingers. "I'm going to
kiss your cheek real softly. And here," she said, running the tip
of her index finger over my lips, "I'm going to kiss you nice and
slowly on your lips, then french you with my whole tongue."
As she spoke her lips brushed against my ear, breathing her
words into the canal, knowing the tremendously sexy affect it was
causing on my libido. I needed her so badly, how much I could
never express in words. She really knew how to turn me on!
CHAPTER 2
"And then," she continued, moving her hand to the side of my
neck and working it slowly to the top of my chest, "I think I'll
start working my way toward the mountains." I giggled reflexively
as fingertips made their way to the inside of my bra-encased left
breast. She liked to call my breasts "mountains" and my hairless
cunny a "valley". Often she took hikes to the mountain and strolls
thorough the valley, much to my delight.
"Because they're so big, I'll spend a lot time sucking and
kissing your beautiful tits, especially....right here...."
"AHHH!" I cried as her forefinger found my turgid nipple beneath
the embroidered lace and tweaked it sexily, arousing it even more
fully.
"Do you like that, Laurie?" Danielle whispered softly into my
ear, pressing gently on my left nipple with her fore-finger.
"OH!" I cooed. "You know I do!"
She drew circles around the nipple with her fingertip, exciting
the ultra-sensitive tissues and membranes of the surrounding
areola while she softly blew more warm air into my ear, causing my
whole body to shiver. The sexual atmosphere that filled the room
was unbelievable.
"All over the mountains, Laurie. I'm going to travel all over
them with my lips and tongue. Sometimes I'll suck your nipple so
hard and bite it with my teeth that you'll scream in pain. But I
won't be done then, because there is so much more of your
delicious body to explore. Down here on the other side of the
mountain is a trail that leads to a hidden valley."
Her fingers began moving down my body, over my belly button,
toward my mons veris. I began to arch my body upward, to meet her
wandering hand. When her fingers touched my pubis I nearly jumped
out of my skin! Her touch, by hand or lips or tongue, was
electric, sending shock waves throughout my body. Her magic
fingers never ceased to amaze me.
"In the valley, Laurie," she whispered, pressing lightly into
the cuntal crack beneath my panties, there is a cave that needs to
be explored. I need to go inside and check it out. I think it's
right....here..."
I gasped out loud as her middle finger slid over the crotch of
my new, pretty panties, across my burgeoning clitoris, and
insinuated just slightly into the vaginal orifice. I couldn't take
any more! Turning my body toward my lover, I threw my arms around
her and pulled her to me, wrapping myself around her.
"Oh, Danielle, I need you so much! Fuck me with your tongue and
your finger." Our lips met in a fit a pure passion as pressed the
entire palm of her hand between my legs and grasped my sex beneath
the now soaked panty crotch. I gurgled and cooed with delight,
hoping her explorations of my body would never end. Never had I
known anyone, man or woman, who had such complete control of me,
who I would do anything for, anything she asked. And she knew it.
"I want you naked, Laurie," she said as she kissed my mouth. "I
want you to be naked for me," she repeated, emphasizing the last
word of her sentence before she gently bit my lower lip with her
teeth.
And how I wanted to be naked for her, too! And her for me. I
wanted it all and more. There could never be too much of Danielle.
"I love you! Oh, how much I love you!" I cried against her
insinuating tongue, knowing that the soft, warm tongue that was
now exploring my mouth would soon be filling my vagina or asshole,
depending on her whim. The anticipation was too much for me.
I pressed my loins into her as my left hand eased into the back
of her already opened shorts and come to rest atop the back of her
panties, where I grabbed a handful of her opulent flesh. "I love
your ass!" I cried, churning my mouth against Danielle's as our
tongue's continued to meet time and time again.
We kissed for an eternity. The more turned on we became, the
more bold did our wandering hands become, caressing a fleshy tit
here, stroking an ass there, using our fingers outside each
other's crotch to flirt with each other's jaws of delight. My hand
moved stealthily from Danielle's firm buttocks and stole into the
front of opened shorts, skimming the front of her silky panties,
and where I pressed my fingers into the soft curls of her pussy.
She moaned from deep within her throat, then suddenly moved her
hands to the front of my bra.
"It's such a pretty bra," she said, staring at the flowery lace,
"but I need what's under it."
"Take it off," I said.
"You, Laurie. I want you to do it. Do a nice, sexy strip-tease
for me."
I smiled. "Are you serious?"
"Yes," she replied. "Stand next to the bed and turn me on."
"You are serious!" I exclaimed.
"Now!" she ordered.
Somewhat reluctantly removing my hand from inside her shorts,
where I had begun to enjoy playing with her sweet pussy, I arose
from the bed, my skirt falling back into place. Danielle turned
her legs slightly in my direction, opening them enough for me to
see the outline of her cuntal crack in the crotch of her shorts.
She looked so sexy reclining there, her right leg straight, her
left leg bent at the knee. Boldly, she eased her hand into the
front of the shorts, where mine had only recently been and cocked
her head in anticipation of my little show.
I put my hands on my hips and stared straight into her baby-blue
eyes, flicking my tongue over my lips sensuously. The knuckle of
Danielle's middle finger jutted out from inside the crotch of her
shorts, just above her clitoris. It was obvious she was toying
with her nubbin as she watched me.
I decided to tease her a little. Slowly, I snaked my hands
upward, over my bare midriff, until they came to rest beneath my
bra-encased breasts. I turned my palms upward and cupped each
weighty melon. Danielle's mouth opened slightly. I moved my eyes
to the movements of her hand between her legs. "If you keep
playing with yourself like that you're going to get excited."
"I am excited, Laurie," she husked, moving her middle finger
further down inside her panties, placing it, I was sure, into the
middle of her sex. "I love to watch you undress."
I moved my hand to the hook at the front of my bra. "You mean,
like you want me to open my bra for you?" I teased.
"Please do it!" she begged.
I pretended that the hook was stuck, prolonging the torment.
Danielle withdrew her hand from inside her shorts, then, raising
her hips off the bed, quickly whisked the red shorts down her
long, sleek legs. The pretty strawberry blonde was left wearing
only a halter and white satin, bikini-styled undies. Her hand
quickly slipped back into her panties, unencumbered by the
tightness of her shorts. She teased the entire length of her
cuntal crack with her middle finger as she looked at me, legs
splayed, resting on her left elbow.
I unhooked the bra front, but left the cups in place. So intent
was her concentration on my little strip-tease and her own
masturbatory activities, her brow was extremely furrowed and her
face blushed red. When I separated the bra halves, and my melons
spilled into freedom, Danielle's mouth opened wide. She stared at
my huge tits like she had never seen them before. My coral-colored
nipples were fully erect.
"They're so beautiful!" she sighed.
"Do you really like them?" I whispered sexily, poking my chest
out as far as I could while I let the bra straps slide down my
arms. The lacy material fell silently to the floor. I was proud of
my breasts, and I loved to turn Danielle on by showing them off to
her.
She smiled. Her teeth was pearly white, perfect. "I might spend
a couple hours sucking on your nipples."
"Mm," I said, moving the tips of each forefinger in small
circles over the nubbins, "I might like that!" The surrounding
areolas were dotted with goose bumps. My nipples tingled as I
played with them. Bending forward, I allowed my mammaries to hang
downward. Even the slightest movement of my body caused them to
sway back and forth. I knew I was driving Danielle crazy. I let
the hanging melons sway and shake for several moments, watching
them in a narcisstic fascination myself.
Next to the bed was a velvet cushioned blue arm chair. I pulled
it away from the wall, about five feet from the side of the bed,
facing Danielle. Turning my back to the reclining girl, I bent
forward and grasped the chair arms in each hand, poking my skirt-
covered behind out as my boobs hung down and swayed back and
forth. Opening my legs as far as I could, the skirt stretched
tightly over my buttocks, more than half-way up my naked thighs.
I knew Danielle could see my panty-covered crotch from her
vantage point behind me. I wanted her to look at me there. Slowly,
I moved my backside in a tiny circle, teasing my lover. Looking
back over my shoulder, I watched Danielle's hand dig deep between
her spread legs. The pure white crotch of her panties turned me on
immensely.
In a slow, delicate motion I then turned to face my lover once
more. Silently, I eased my ass onto the cushion of the chair,
looking straight into Danielle's wide-opened eyes. My dark blue
skirt was half-way up my thighs, but I kept my legs closed, moving
my hands over my bare knees.
As Danielle sought to find some meaningful look in my eyes,
staring intently at my face, I bit my lower lip, then slowly
raised my right leg upward, inch by teasing inch, revealing with
each delightfully delicious second more and more of my bare legs.
Danielle's eyes instinctively zoomed to my upward-moving leg,
begging for a view up my skirt.
It wasn't long before the upper "V" of my panties came into
view. Just above the solid white reinforced crotch, stretching out
in a wide triangularly, was the sexily patterned flower-
embroidered lace. I knew Danielle could see the beginning of my
hairless cuntal crack just where the lace began. It excited me to
know I was giving her a rather pleasant view of my private area.
Danielle gulped. Her lips quivered slightly as my right foot
came to rest on the seat, revealing to her leering eyes a good
deal of my sexy new undies. I let her take in the view for a few
precious moments while her fingers continued to play tunes upon
her pussy. Slowly then, I began to raise my right leg, now bent at
the knee, toward the ceiling, straightening it out completely
until my toe was pointing upward. I moved my hands to my raised
right calf, then drew them slowly downward, along the back of my
bare leg, as if I were drawing hose down the leg.
Danielle's brow was now filled with beads of sweat. She had that
look on her face of pure rapture, of complete sexual abandonment.
Her once white, soft complected cheeks, were now crimson-colored.
Her breaths were drawn through her mouth. My hands stopped at the
back of my thigh.
"Do you like my legs, too?" I whispered sexily.
Danielle only swallowed a bit of saliva from her moistening
mouth and stared intently at the little leg and panty show I was
giving her. She was too excited to respond to my question. I
decided to turn her on some more, letting my leg fall back into
place with my foot resting upon the chair cushion. Looking into
her eyes once more, I watching them focus on the view up my skirt,
I began to raise my left leg upward, slowly and sexily, until my
foot came to rest, like the right one, on top of the blue velvet
cushion. All of my pure white panty-covered crotch was now
available for her inspection.
I let her view the new position for several moments. Emboldened
by her heavier breathing, I began to spread my knees further
apart, little by little, offering more and more of my private area
to her staring, wide-opened eyes. She now had a completely
unobstructed view of the entire length of my panty-clad crotch and
lower abdomen.
"What a beautiful sight!" she managed to say in a husky voice.
I moved my hands underneath my legs which now, bent at the knee,
hung over each arm of the chair. My fingertips graced each edge of
the wide expanse of silky, white crotch. I could feel my pussy
lips now parted and sticky from my love-juices beneath the
stretched material. "I'd like to show you what I've got inside my
panties, Danielle," I whispered.
"Yes, I'd like that," she said, taking another big gulp, her
eyes affixed to my sex. I smiled, knowing how turned on she was.
The outline of my cuntal crack was vivid along the length of my
cum-filled crotch. I toyed with the edges of the material with my
fingertips, teasing the poor girl. "First," I said, "I want you to
take your halter off. If you can see my tits, I should be able to
see yours."
Danielle quickly sat up on the bed, withdrawing her hand from
inside her own panties, and reached under the ribbed red tubular
halter just to the side of either tit, and quickly pulled the
material over her breasts, which sprang quickly into view, then
over the top of her head. Not nearly the size of mine, her
alabaster, pink-nippled mammaries stood out nicely on her chest.
Almost conical, the firm, fleshy protuberances were well-formed
and perfectly proportioned for her size.
"Make your nipples harder," I ordered.
She looked down at own breasts, then moved her hands over them,
bringing her thumb and forefinger over each tiny, pink nipple. She
squeezed each nubbin into erection, sometimes pulling the pretty
pebbles away from her pert tits. "Like that?" she asked, feeling
proud of herself.
"Yes, like that," I replied. "Now slip your panties off."
"Laurie! I thought you were stripping for me!" she protested.
"Have you enjoyed what you've seen so far?" I asked, running my
fingers over my panty crotch.
"Yes," she answered.
"I'll have an incentive to do even better if you're lying there
naked on the bed while I'm doing it. Come on," I begged, "I've
seen it all before. Don't be shy!"
Danielle let her body fall backward on the bed, her breasts
flattening like pancakes on her chest. I stared at the full pubic
mound now covered by the solid white panties. I could see outlines
of the curls beneath the thin material. She raised her legs
straight in the air, exposing the lower part of her sexy ass and
the back of her panty crotch. She kept her legs closed. Slowly,
she snaked her thumbs into either side of the panty tops and began
pushing the material over her buttocks without even raising her
hips off the bed.
The dividing crack of her ass soon came into view. I watched in
rapt attention and sweet anticipation as the first few light-
colored pussy curls sprang into sight beneath the undies which now
moved up her raised legs. Through the curls, I was able to
distinguish the back of the slit which divided her puffy pussy
lips.
When the panties arrived at the mid-point of her raised legs,
she bent her knees and then pushed the panties over them, all the
way to her feet. She kicked the panties in my direction and they
fell on the floor in front of me. She then raised her legs once
more and held them tightly closed, tantalizing me for several
moments.
Finally, I could take it no more. "Open your legs, Danielle."
She bent her legs at the knees once more, kicking her heels
softly against the backs of her thighs, teasing me some more.
Then, without warning, she quickly spread her legs wide open,
revealing the entire length of her splendid pussy. I gasped out
loud. My heart was beating rapidly. She remained like that for
several moments, letting me feast my eyes on the gorgeous sight.
Finally, she dropped her legs to the mattress and pushed herself
up. There was a look of pure sexual yearning on her face.
I watched her naked body slither from the bed to the floor in
front of me, where I still sat straddling the arms of the chair.
Without a word, she leaned her head forward and plastered her lips
right in the middle of my cum-soaked panty crotch. I gasped again.
The feeling was electric, sending shock waves which emanated from
the spot she was kissing all over my body.
"OH! Danielle!" I cried, reaching for the top of her head and
pulling her face closer into my sex.
She passionately kissed the length of my crotch, forcing her
tongue into the sticky panties, finding the spots that turned me
on through the silky material. When her lips located my clitoral
nubbin, she sucked at it voraciously, flicking her tongue over it,
fanning the flames of lust within me.
I slid my ass closer to the edge of the chair and arched my
hips, offering her easier access to the center of my splayed legs.
As she kissed and sucked, her hands slowly moved up my body and
found my naked tits. She grabbed as much of the flesh there that
she could with two hands, kneading the melons gently, sometimes
flicking one of her fingers over my rock-hard nipples.
"You feel so good to me, Laurie," she whispered into the soaked
crotch of my panties. "I could suck you here forever." She pursed
her lips around my clitoris and kissed it gently.
"Take my panties off!" I cried out, my cunt aching for the
exquisite feel of Danielle's mouth and tongue against the hairless
lips between by spread legs. I wanted this bitch more than words
could adequately express. I raised my hips several inches off the
bed, while Danielle reached her hands inside the top elastic band
of my undies and began inching them over my hips. My heart was
pounding in anticipation, knowing that in just a few more seconds
the lips of her mouth would be sucking the lips of my cunt like
only she knew how.
As she worked my panties to my thighs, I raised my legs straight
in the air, my feet pointing toward the ceiling. I watched my
lover push the wispy material up the legs and over my feet. Once
off, she threw the undies to the side. Keeping my legs raised in
the air, closed tightly together, I knew that Danielle was getting
a nice view of the back of my cuntal crack. Her eyes fixed on me
there.
"Open your legs for me," she begged, her brow furrowed.
I drew my legs back toward my head, exposing more of my naked
buttocks in the process, then slowly and sensually spread myself
open for my lover. Immediately, she dropped her body behind my
buttocks and pasted her lips upon my hairless cuntal crack. My
entire body seemed to spasm from the touch of her mouth there.
Using four fingers from each hand, she pried the puffy lips apart.
I cried out in happiness, so exquisitely beautiful was the feeling
of her mouth on my cunt.
Danielle had a knack of drawing every last bit of energy out of
me when she ate me out, sapping me of all my strength as I
achieved one tiny orgasm after another until I finally popped. She
seemed to know just where to stick her tongue, but best of all, at
exactly the right time. She varied the movement of her lips and
tongue, sometimes working me slowly, sometimes moving back and
forth from my clit to my vagina that the bed literally shook with
her movements. She held nothing back from me, nothing at all. She
pursued her endeavors with just as much vigor and energy as she
had done the very first time she licked me there four years ago.
Often Danielle would talk to my cunt as she ate it, addressing
it in the second person just as if it were a complete and separate
entity from my real being. Perhaps it was.
"Oh! You are so fucking beautiful. Mmmmm. You taste so good.
Open more for me, baby. Oh, you're oozing so much I must have
swallowed a quart of your sweet-tasting cum already. Give me more
you little cunt!"
She actually did swallow my love juices just as fast as she
could lap them up. Knowing what she was doing with my cum only
served to turn me on all the more. The thing I liked best about
Danielle is that she refused to stop eating me until I went over
the edge. And she knew exactly when that was about to happen and
how to send me into orbit. Once I reached the edge of the
precipice Danielle brought me over in her own special way.
"You want to cum, don't you, baby. It's almost there, I can feel
it. Hold tight, little baby, stay with me!" It was then that she
would bring her index finger to my anus, now wet with the dripping
secretions from my vagina. If I gasped out loud, as I usually did,
she knew I was ready and would begin to press her finger ever so
slowly into me there. This penultimate act would drive me
absolutely wild, causing my hips to buck wildly. There was no
coming back now. It is impossible to describe the unbelievably
wonderful feeling of her finger pushing through the sphincter
walls into my rectum.
Then, just as I am about to cum, Danielle would quickly withdraw
her finger and replace it with her tongue. Boom! Bells would ring,
fireworks would go off! My whole body would snap convulsively in
that magic moment I lived each day for. The bells and whistles
seemed to go on forever while her tongue explored the very depths
of my being. Often, when it was over, she would tell me how nice
it was to feel my anus spasmodically grasping at her foraging
tongue. Always, at the end, as I would come down from the heights
of ecstasy, she would sidle up next to me and put her arms around
me in a soft embrace.
"I love you," she always whispered softly into my ear.
"I love you, too, Danielle."
Though I might often reciprocate and do her just like she had
done me, if I had the strength left to do so, it was never
expected nor asked of me.
CHAPTER 3
The most interesting times of our sexual escapades occurred
when Danielle and I engaged in some rather, shall I say, kinky or
bizarre activities where it seemed anything was permissible for
either of us to do to each other. Neither of us was consistently
the aggressor. Each of us was capable of drawing out long, often
agonizing semi-tortures upon the other, always leading to the
highest levels of orgasm we would know, sometimes simultaneously
during one of our sessions, sometimes just for the torturer,
sometimes just for the victim.
We usually reserved our heaviest activity of this nature to one
night per week, primarily Friday or Saturday night, allowing at
least one full day's recovery from the sweet pain of our bodies.
Danielle, for her part, learned to wield a whip or a strap with
such expertise that she knew just how to drain every drop of sweat
from me before I succumbed to her manipulations of my body.
Learning from her, I would take a birch rod to her body and
leave her dripping, both literally and figuratively. She really
loved to be whipped, perhaps as much as I did. Completely wanton
in her desire to achieve a new orgasmic high, Danielle would
sometimes beg to treated more harshly than I thought was humanly
possible.
Two weekends ago, Danielle stood in front of me as I sat on the
sofa. I was wearing a dark blue skirt miniskirt with a white,
cotton blouse. I left the top two buttons of the blouse undone,
for "show". She came out of the bedroom carrying a long, thin,
cruel-looking, black leather birch rod in her hand. I looked up at
her, wide-eyed. She was wearing a short, black leather skirt with
a matching vest, opened at the chest. She was bra-less. Half of
her tits were hanging out.
"Laurie," she said, staring straight into my eyes, "what is the
punishment for little girls who have been bad?"
I smiled. "A real good whipping usually takes the badness out
of them." I felt a tingling in my loins. I wondered what I had
done that was "bad". I felt like a needed a good whipping to
relieve a lot of built-up tension.
Then, she turned the tables. It was she who had been bad.
Really bad. "I made it with Erica today. I cheated on you. I'm
sorry." Tears actually filled her eyes. She handed me the whip.
"Make me pay for it," she sobbed, lowering her head in shame.
She had never done this before--confessing and then asking to
be punished for it. I was jealous enough, however, to take out
some of my anger upon her beautiful body.
"Your punishment, dear Danielle, will be to describe what Erica
did to you in complete detail while I give you a good thrashing.
You know I am more angered by your involvement with another woman
than I would be if some puny man took advantage of you. Why did
you do it?"
"She was photographing me in the nude and offering me drinks as
she went along. As time went by, the photos became more obscene.
The wine went to my head so quickly. Before I knew it, she had
strapped a dildo on. I hardly had time to stop her."
"But you eventually consented, of course. She didn't rape you,
did she?"
Danielle sniffled. "Yes. I mean, no. She didn't rape me. I, I
let her take me."
"Which of you little openings did she violate?" I asked, my
voice becoming more angered.
"Oh, please Laurie, I...I..."
"ANSWER ME!" I shouted.
"Both," she whispered with her head bent downward.
"Your ass and your pussy? With the dildo?" I asked
incredulously. Tiny beads of sweat were beginning to form on her
forehead now.
"Yes," she half-sobbed.
I held the ominous-looking leather birch rod in my hands. She
stared at it fearfully, biting her lower lip. She knew when she
had chosen the rod that it was one of the more painful forms of
punishment available to her. The thin, unyielding leather was one
of the crueler devices, yet it was she who had chosen it.
"Turn around!" I ordered. The pretty strawberry blonde turned
her back to me as she faced the far wall, staring straight ahead.
The soft, dark leather of her skirt molded perfectly around her
gorgeous ass.
"I am going to teach you a little lesson in humility, young
lady. When I'm finished with you, I think you will regret
submitting to Erica today. First, I am going to give your ass a
good thrashing while you tell me what she did to you. Take off
your vest, then raise your skirt over your hips." I watched the
frightened blonde, my lover, who had cheated on me today pull the
vest over her shoulders, then let it fall with a slight thud to
the floor behind her. Her bare back looked enticingly sexy. I
thought that I must mark that up also.
"I'm scared," she said nervously.
"You should be," I replied. "Come on, let's get that skirt up
nice and high!"
Danielle's trembling hands moved to the hem of the leather
skirt. She knew better than to disobey me. Slowly, she eased the
slithery garment upward, revealing inch by inch her soft, white
legs, now closed tightly together. The leather was just thin
enough to allow her expose the backside of a pure white pair of
silky undies. The view from behind was already causing my juices
to flow onto the crotch of my own panties.
Without saying a word, I leaned forward, reached my hands under
the raised skirt, located the elastic top of her silky whites, and
quickly drew the soft material downward, exposing the lower crack
of Danielle's ass, her split pumpkin. I whisked the panties all
the way down her legs. Obediently, she stepped out of them. She
was naked now, save the skirt which she continued to hold waist
high.
"Stay like that," I ordered. "If your skirt falls down when I
am beating you, the whipping will get worse. Do you understand?"
"Yes," she replied with a slight sniffle.
"Did Erica eat your sweet little pussy before she defiled you
with the dildo?"
"Y-yes," cried Danielle. "I was afraid she would hurt me if I
didn't let her do it." Using her answer as the key to begin the
whipping, I arose from my seat, stood behind the standing girl,
and with a quick flick of the wrist, drove the taut whip sharply
into Danielle's alabaster buttocks.
"AHHHH!" shouted the pretty blonde, her knees buckling slightly
from the blow.
"Tell me what she did!"
I watched the area that I had just struck redden as she spoke.
"She pushed me on the bed and held me with her hands. I had no
clothes on. She sat over me, on top of my chest, and forced my
legs apart. She was already wearing the dildo. I was so scared."
"How long did it take her to eat you?"
"About 15 minutes. That's all. Oh, Laurie, I'm so sorry!"
"Did you come?"
There was a long, pregnant pause. Danielle's face grimaced, as
if in pain (or was she merely bracing herself for my next
stroke?). "Y-yes, I couldn't help it."
The next lash was even harder than the first, right across the
juncture where her upper thighs and lower ass met, a very tender
spot indeed. Danielle screamed out loud and literally jumped off
the floor as the thin leather bit into her. How she maintained her
hold on up upraised skirt I'll never know. She fell several steps
forward. I followed right behind her, holding the stiff rod with
two hands.
"Bend over some, I want that skin across your ass to be nice
and tight, you little whore!" Still reaching behind her to keep
her skirt held up over her sweet buns, Danielle bent at the waist,
poking her ass invitingly outward. Her legs parted even more as
she sought to maintain her balance. The soft, blonde hairs of her
pussy sprouted from the apex of the "V" created by her legs.
"Then what happened?" I asked, staring at my lover's gorgeous
ass.
"She, she turned around and faced me, her body between my legs.
I could feel the dildo touching me down there, right on my pussy.
She told me not to move, that she would do all the work. I felt it
going into me."
With her last words, I drove the leather rod in an upward
direction, slicing it across the fullness of her buttocks. She
squealed like a stuck pick. Little droplets of tears fell silently
to the floor.
"Did she kiss you?"
"Y-yes," replied Danielle.
"Where? On your lips?"
"Yes," she mumbled.
THWACK!!! I gave her a short, quick stroke across her thighs.
"On your breasts?"
"Y-yes," she replied in a gasp of pain.
THWACK!!! Another stroke, on the right side of her naked
buttock.
"She sucked your nipples?"
"Please, no more," begged the now sobbing blonde.
"I'll stop, if you really want, if you feel you've been
punished enough for what you did." It was her decision whether or
not to go on.
She thought for a few seconds. "I haven't been punished
enough," she half-whispered.
"SAY IT LOUDER!" I commanded.
"Punish me more, mistress!" she blurted loudly.
I had a feeling she wanted some more. "Then answer my question,
Danielle--did she suck your nipples?"
"Yes, for a long time. All the while she was taking me with the
dildo."
I watched her brace herself. Her body tightened just before I
gave her three quick strokes, in succession, beginning at the top
and working down her now well-striped derriere. Instead of crying
out, however, she was beginning to moan now between her elongated
gasps for air. It was sound I knew well. Her orgasm would not be
far behind.
"How did she take your ass?"
"Do I have to tell you?" she cried, rubbing the palms of her
hands over her naked ass, trying to soothe the burning pain.
"Tell me! Move your hands away from your ass!"
She moved her hands to her hips. Her hips were swaying gently
back and forth. Her knees were just a bit wobbly. "She dragged me
to an arm chair. She made me kneel on it, facing the back of the
chair."
"Did she grease you up first?" I asked.
There was a pause again. "Well, not exactly," she hesitatingly
replied.
"What do you mean 'Not exactly'?"
"She, well, you know, she used her mouth to lubricate me."
"You let her tongue your asshole?" I asked incredulously.
Danielle gulped. Her silence was an affirmative answer to my
question. Without hesitation, I began a long series of at least 10
or 12 sharp strokes all over her ass and thighs. As she fell
forward from the blows, I followed her, taking aim at the now
criss-crossed ass and wielding whip unmercifully. At about the
sixth stroke, her moans turned to long "WHOOOOO'S". It was the
sound I was waiting for, the sign that no matter how hard the next
strokes would be, she had reached fulfillment. The last six lashes
were only for show, she had finally reached her limit. Her body
fell in a heap to the floor, shaking spasmodically, as her orgasm
overwhelmed her.
I watched her half-naked body twitch for several minutes, as
she slowly came down from her high. I fell back onto the sofa,
exhausted myself. My panties were completely soaked. I felt like
taking them off, to air out my pulsating pussy. I would wait and
let Danielle do it for me. She arose slowly, almost painfully. Her
brow was filled with beads of sweat. Her skirt fell down beneath
the 'V' of her legs. She slinked down next to me, breasts heaving,
and wrapped herself around me.
"Thank you," she whispered into my ear.
My arms embraced her naked back, now warm with perspiration.
"Was I too hard on you?" I asked compassionately.
"Maybe," she replied.
"You deserved every bit of it," I said with a smile.
"I wouldn't let Erica do that to me, you fool. I love you too
much."
"What?" I gasped.
"I made it up. I wanted to see what you would do if I ever did
let her do something like that."
"Why you little stinker! And what lesson did you learn?"
Danielle laughed. "Mmmm. I learned that it she ever does do
that to me, that I better tell you, so you can beat the shit out
of me again.
Just like you just did. Oh, did that ever feel good!"
She had fabricated the story, just to arouse my anger, to test
my level of jealousy. We fell along the sofa, side by side, still
embracing. I felt Danielle's knee insinuating between my legs,
pushing my skirt up in the process. I opened up slightly to
accommodate her. As her upper knee pressed into my cum-soaked
panty crotch, I squeezed my own legs against her invading leg,
trapping it in place. I pressed my groin into the hardness between
my legs.
Entwined together, embracing each other, our kiss was long and
passionate, filled with wetness. Tongue to tongue, we kissed for
an eternity. Danielle pushed her knee harder into my sex, pressing
against my engorged clitoris. Locating a naked breast, I squeezed
her melon gently, flicking my thumb over her turgid nipple. She
moaned softly into my mouth, a deep, throaty moan.
"It's not fair," I said, breaking the kiss.
"What?" she asked.
"That all your tensions are relieved, and mine aren't." I
smiled.
"I suppose I could take care of that," she whispered, gently
insinuating her right hand between her knee and my throbbing
crotch. Quickly, she located my clit beneath the thin material
with her middle finger and stroked it back and forth.
"Oh! That feels so good, Danielle!" I gasped, opening my legs
even wider to accommodate her.
"You're all wet down here!" she exclaimed.
"See what you do to me!"
"What would you like me to do to you?"
I looked into her deep blue eyes, far into her subconscious.
Our eyes met for an eternity. She licked her upper lip with the
very tip of her tongue. I wanted her more than ever. "Just what I
did to you," I whispered sexily, not taking my eyes from hers,
"only more."
Danielle smiled broadly. "I don't know if you could take it,"
she said.
"I can take anything you can dish out. I want you to work me
over like never before, from head to toe. Front and back.
Everywhere."
"Everywhere?" she exclaimed.
"Yes," I replied. "Will you do it for me, please?"
"I'm afraid of hurting you, Laurie."
"I want you to hurt me, Danielle. Don't you understand? I need
something only you can give me. I trust you. But you must promise
me something."
"What is it?" she asked.
"That you won't hold back. Even when I'm screaming for mercy.
That you won't finish my body is tingling all over, and I mean
'All over'".
"What do you want me to use on you?"
"Whatever you think is appropriate for the part of the body
you're pulverizing. It's your choice. The paddle, the pussy whip,
the birch rod, the cat-o-nine tails, the zinger--anything your
heart desires. Just make it feel good, love." I was so hot, I
could taste the lashes already. "Go get all the whips."
Danielle pushed herself away from me. While I remain prone on
the sofa, she slipped into the bedroom and soon returned with an
armful of pain. I had purposely not adjusted my position. With my
skirt three-fourths of the way up my thighs, my lover had an
unobstructed view of the entire length of my panty-covered crotch.
Her eyes zeroed in on me there as she moved closer to me. She
dropped the whips on a chair, then stood over me, still staring
between my spread legs.
"You are wanton," she said, gulping slightly.
I didn't reply.
I knew she wanted to dive between my legs and suck me off.
Later. Her leather vest was opened completely, exposing her
beautiful breasts. Her chest heaved. Her hands were on her hips,
over the supple leather skirt. Her eyes were full of fire. "Get
up," she commanded.
I arose, moving my legs slowly enough to permit her a long,
wide-eyed view of my now steaming sex. She turned to the right and
moved closer to me. Her eyes surveyed my fully clothed body. "Do
you want to be tied up?" she asked.
"No," I softly replied, acting as complacent as possible.
"Are you sure? You're really going to be jumping around after I
get started on you."
"I'm sure," I said. I wanted the effect to be felt more fully
this way.
CHAPTER 4
"Remove your clothes, please," she said nonchalantly.
"Everything?" I asked.
"I want to see nothing but skin, young lady. Pure, white skin.
Get on with it!"
Nervously, my fingers moved to my white cotton blouse and
fumbled with the button between my tits. I felt Danielle's eyes on
my hands as I continued the downward trek, loosening each button,
opening more of myself up to her with each one. Pulling the shirt
tails from beneath the waistband of my skirt, I undid the final
two buttons. I looked at her face as I pulled the material apart.
Her eyes were fixed on my chest, now clad in only a thin, white,
lacey bra which hid little of my swollen breasts.
I liked the feeling of being made to undress in front of her.
It heightened my excitement. My fingers moved to the belt buckle
at my waist, quickly releasing joining halves. The button and
zipper at the side of dark blue skirt were next. The sound of the
zipper being lowered broke the pregnant, sexy silence in the room.
With just a slight push downward, the skirt fell in a heap around
my feet. I stepped out of the material, clad only in my bra and
panties.
I held my left hand in front of the 'V' of my crotch, while my
right forearm crossed in front of my breasts. Feigning shyness, I
looked at my lover, soon to be my tormentor. "Can I leave my bra
and panties on? I don't like to be naked in front of someone."
Danielle gritted her teeth, playing my silly game to the hilt.
Reaching behind her, she picked up the ominous-looking cat-o-nine
tails. "Take them off or I'll use this monster between your legs!"
She play-acted so perfectly. I really felt like a victim of
some cruel-hearted mistress. Looking away from her in shame, my
degradation continued as I moved my hands behind my back and undid
the bra strap there. Immediately, I felt my breasts fall free as I
leaned forward and let the bra slide down my arms. I watched it
fall to the floor, like a rose petal. Straightening up, my forearm
moved in front of my naked breasts, over my now turgid nipples.
"Move you arm away from your tits!" she commanded. I did,
exposing my bare chest to the world in front of me. My huge melons
swayed slightly like globs of jelly. I felt her eyes on them.
"Your panties," she said, leaving the verb out of her sentence.
Lowering my head in humiliation, I placed my thumbs into the
band of the bikini-styled undies at either side of my hips and
began pushing the material downward. Watching the path of the
panties with my own eyes, knowing that Danielle's were there too,
I stopped after exposing about an inch of dark brown curls from my
upper pubis. I looked back at Danielle, head cocked to the side,
mouth opened slightly, a look of "Do I have to?" in my eyes.
All she had to do was raise the cat-o-nine tails above her
shoulder. In a whisk, the panties were off my legs. In bending, my
mammaries hung down from my chest in their weightiness. Kicking
the panties to side on the carpet, I stood up straight, hands at
my side, completely naked.
"Make your nipples more hard," she ordered.
Face reddening, but with unquestioned obedience, I moved a
thumb and index finger of each hand to the red nubbins and began
squeezing them, moving the nipples back and forth between my
fingers, exciting the nerve endings surrounding them. Soon, they
became hard, pebble like, swollen. Danielle's eyes bulged as she
watched me perform my manipulations.
"If you can't squeeze them any harder than that, I can!" she
exclaimed, moving behind me now and brushing my hands away from my
breasts. "Don't move!" she said, reaching around in front of me
and replacing my fingers with hers.
"OH! THAT HURTS!" I whimpered as Danielle squeezed each rock-
hard nipple between her fingers. It really did hurt, but it felt
good. I liked to be treated like this. My arousal was reaching
unbelievable heights.
"Quiet!" she hissed between her teeth, using her mock anger to
squeeze me all the more hard. I grimaced in pain, cocking my head
back. I felt her breath on my neck. Her leather vest pressed into
my back.
I wanted her naked, too, so I could feel her skin against mine.
She must have squeezed the sensitive nubbins for a full five
minutes, unrelenting in her movements, continually applying
pressure to my aching nipples. My breathing became heavier with
each passing moment.
"Why are you so wanton?" she whispered into my ear.
I didn't answer her. My groans filled the room. Still, she kept
the pressure on me, pulling the sensitive protuberances away from
my melons, stretching the skin of the surrounding areolas.
Finally, when she stopped, releasing the nipples like hot pieces
of coal, the whole front of both of my tits tingled with a eerie
warmth. Yes, I am wanton, Danielle. So very, very wanton.
"Stay still," she said insistently, wrapping her right arm
around my waist and grasping me tightly. She placed her left hand
between my shoulder blades, pushing forward. "Bend over a little,"
she ordered, using her hand to urge me in that direction. My
nipples were still sore. Were my breasts in for some more torture?
"What are you going to do?" I asked nervously, my body now bent
slightly at the waist.
"Shush!" she said, taking her hand from my naked back.
At first it surprised me, the feeling of something pressing
into the lower crack of my ass, insinuating itself just outside my
anus. Soon, I realized it was Danielle's thumb. I gasped out loud.
"Not there!" I cried.
"Yes, there.' she snarled, pressing the full of her thumb
against my rubbery nether hole. "And if you move away, I'll
blister this sweet little ass of yours with a rubber hose."
Her finger, wedged in the cheeks of my ass, turned a slow
circle around my crinkly rosebud. With each circular movement, she
pressed harder into the circle.
"You don't have any lubrication on your finger," I said
beseechingly.
"With an asshole as big as yours, I don't need lubrication. If
you just relax and let it happen, it won't hurt. I'm not going to
stop until I'm inside you, if it takes all night. Let it happen,
Laurie. Relax."
I did as she wanted, concentrating on letting my sphincter
slacken as she pressed inward. I couldn't let on, but the
sensation was exquisite. I would have let her drive a truck into
me there, so much did I enjoy having my backside violated. Soon, I
felt the tip of her thumb break through the yielding door to my
rectal area and glide into me.
"AHH!" I gasped, feigning pain but feeling nothing but
pleasure. The digit entered me completely, pressing against the
walls of my rectum, exciting the soft, warm tissues inside. I
encircled the invading finger with my sphincter muscle, cradling
it within me. As I squeezed my anal muscle tightly, Danielle began
to piston it back and forth. I wanted to cry out with happiness,
so beautiful was the feeling inside me there.
"OH! That hurts!" I lied. "Please stop!"
"When I'm done," she husked. "Stay still!"
For the next ten minutes, Danielle violated my asshole with her
thumb, unrelentingly driving it in and out of me, all the while
holding me tightly around the waist to prevent me from falling
forward. She knew I loved to have things shoved deep into my ass--
anything--clothes pins, cucumbers, broom handles, fingers, toes,
tongues, anything that would fit inside my tight little hole I
gladly accepted in wanton pleasure. Just as I was on the brink,
within an eyelash of the delicious orgasm I needed so badly, she
pulled out. Just like that it was gone from me. I felt empty
inside.
"I think you're ready for your whipping now. Look at the
insides of your thighs. They're wet with your juices. You're
flowing like a stream, honey. Shame on you. You'll pay more dearly
because you like to be humiliated so much." She reached inside my
slightly spread legs and wiped some of the cum with the palm of
her hand. I hadn't realized I was secreting so much vaginal
fluids.
Danielle released her hold around my waist. I straightened up,
arms at my sides. She made me turn, to face her. Beads of sweat
formed on my brow. She looked so cruel. "What will it be first,
young lady, your ass, your legs, your breasts, your back....where
do you want to feel the sting of the whip upon your body?"
My chest heaved, the breasts hanging weighty in their fullness.
My nipples were more like thumb-tips, hard and engorged. Although
my head was lowered in submissiveness, I felt Danielle's eyes on
the melons. "You won't whip me too hard?" I choked on my words.
"Hard enough," she replied. "Oh, it's so hard to decide where
to start. Cup your breasts! Hold them up for me!"
My face reddening, I brought the palms of my hands beneath the
hanging gourds and lifted each of them up. Even I couldn't believe
how heavy and swollen they felt. I knew how much Danielle loved
them, and how much I loved to have her caress them for me. I've
come more than once just by her sucking at length on my nipples.
"Yes," she whispered. "They are beautiful, Laurie. What a shame
to have to hurt them."
"They're very sensitive," I whined. "Perhaps you should
concentrate on my buttocks."
Danielle laughed out loud. "And maybe I should just use a
feather on you! Who are you kidding? Look at me, Laurie!" She put
two fingers under my chin and forced my head up. Her eyes were
filled with fire.
"You are not here for some fun and relaxation. You need a good
beating, and that's what I'm going to do. Don't place any
restrictions on how I do it. You'll take whatever I dish out, and
then beg for more if I want you to. In fact, you can start begging
right now! Kneel down!"
Still cupping my breasts, I knelt in front of her, obediently,
my eyes on the floor beneath my knees. Looking down at my
nakedness, I saw my own curly, dark brown pubic bush which seemed
so full at the juncture where my legs met in an inverted 'V'.
"Tell me you want me to whip you!" she commanded.
I raised my head slightly, my mouth half opened. "I, I want you
to whip me," I said, my voice hardly above a whisper.
"I can't hear you, Laurie."
"I want you...I want you to whip me," I blurted.
"That's much better. And how hard does the young lady want me
to whip her?"
"I, I...."
"Come on, I haven't got all night!"
"Very hard," I said with a big gulp.
"Hold your tits higher--they're sagging too much!" Danielle
then walked in a complete circle around me, surveying the
territory she was about to inflict pain upon, studying me
carefully. As she came around to my right side she turned and bent
over the chair on which she had thrown all the whips. Out of the
corner of my eye I watched her sift through the field of leather
monsters. I wondered which she would chose first. My heart was
pounding inside my chest.
Finally she turned, holding a pussy whip, an extremely painful,
black-handled device with one single, eight-inch strand, at the
end of which was a knurled button, perhaps a quarter inch in
diameter. The one piece thong was bad enough--but its knurled end
was a real pain inducer. Wielded properly, it could invoke sharp,
biting stings that would send jolts of anguish quickly into the
targeted area. It's primary use, for those brave enough to take
it, and from whence it gets its name, is on the female genitalia,
where the clitoris, pussy lips and vaginal entrance are extremely
vulnerable to the knurled knob. Danielle had used it on me there
before, just hard enough to give me a few good jolts, and I often
reciprocated. The minute I saw the device, my loins began to
tingle.
My eyes followed her as she turned, moved in front of me, then
sat on the sofa, facing me. She held the whip in her right hand,
its strand hanging limply between her slightly parted legs. She
looked into my puppy-dog eyes, searching for my fear and finding
it deep inside me. I showed it to her with a tiny gulp. The
corners of her mouth moved into a half-smile. "This one can really
hurt," she said, referring to the pussy whip she was holding. "I
think it's an excellent one to begin our little session with,
don't you?"
I didn't answer her.
She smiled slightly once more, the softness of her face belying
the thoughts in her mind. "A pussy whip," she continued, "doesn't
it look terrifying, Laurie. I've never really used it hard on you,
have I?"
I shook my head in agreement, not taking my eyes from hers.
"It isn't only for pussies, though, it can be devastating on
other parts of the body as well. Like, well like your breasts, for
instance." A chill went through my body as she flicked her wrist
slightly, the thin leather thong turning a few quick circles at
the end of the wooden handle. Her eyes went straight to my still
cupped tits. "Mm, yes. That would hurt a bit, wouldn't it?" she
asked rhetorically.
"My breasts are very sensitive," I whimpered.
"I know. That's why I thought of this little zinger. Gosh, I
wonder what the tip of this thing would feel like if it caught a
nipple or something!" She was teasing me now, and I loved it. We
had complete trust in each other, or we would never play these
little games.
"Tell me, Laurie, why are you holding your breasts like that?"
"Uh, because you asked me to."
"No, silly. I mean, why would I ask you to?"
I thought for a moment. "Well, you wanted me to offer them to
you."
"Of course. So they are mine now?"
I lowered my head once more. "My whole body is yours,
mistress," I whispered.
"To do with as I please."
"Yes," I said.
"Close your eyes, my dear."
She always made me close my eyes before whipping me. It served
to heighten my fear, not being able to see when the stroke would
come, or how hard it was being wielded. The slight rustling I
could hear in front of me told me she had shifted forward on the
sofa, moving closer to me. In my mind's eye, I could see the pussy
whip being held aloft, above my waiting breasts.
"Push your nipples up higher," she commanded.
"Oh, no, not my nipples!" I thought as I dutifully pointed the
red-circled nubbins in Danielle's direction, wincing my eyes in
anticipation of what was to come.
"What a beautiful target," she said softly, talking to herself.
"I'm so scared," I said, half-whining, expecting the first
stroke
to come down upon my sensitive tissues at any time.
"That helps the atmosphere, darling. I want you to be scared.
You still want me to work you over real good, don't you?"
"Y-yes," I replied, still keeping my eyes tightly shut, for the
first time thinking to myself that maybe it wasn't as good an idea
as I had originally envisioned. Danielle was the type who liked to
surprise her victims.
"Mmm, such a big nipple!" she exclaimed, emphasizing the word
"big". "When I'm done with you, if it doesn't hurt too much from
the whipping, I'll suck it nice and slow for you."
"Yes, I would like that," I said, my voice cracking in
nervousness.
"Mmm, maybe one nice stroke, then one long suck. On each of
them. Just alternate back and forth. Would you like that, Laurie?"
I tried to swallow, but nothing was there. My breasts felt so
heavy in my hands, my nipples so exposed and imperiled. "If you
wish, mistress," I softly replied, ever the faithful subservient.
"I won't leave any lasting marks," said Danielle. "We'll have
just one whole body striped and blotched in pretty shades of red,
from top to bottom. We don't want to leave any area ignored, do
we?"
Hardly had the words left her mouth than the whistle of the
pussy whip gliding through the air filled my ears. Formulating the
answer to her question in my mind, I guess I wasn't quite prepared
for the stroke at that moment. Taking careful aim, she drove the
full force of the thin leather strand along the upper portion of
my proffered right breast. The tell-tale crack of leather into my
sensitive flesh was followed in milliseconds by a searing, burning
pain, electric-like in its intensity, throughout the whole gland.
"AHHHHHHHH!" I cried, throwing my head back in pain, contorting
my face, gasping for my next few breaths.
"Dear me," she said softly, "Such a loud scream for just the
first stroke. Let's try to be a bit more brave, my dear, or this
will be a long, long night for the both us."
I was breathing audibly and quickly through my mouth. My right
tit hurt like hell, but why, deep inside, did I want more? "I can
take it," I cried.
"Oh, I know you can, Laurie," she said with a flick of her
wrist, sending a second lash into me, this time on my left breast,
across the top.
"EEEEEYAAAA!" I shouted, falling slightly forward from the
sharp pain which was unbelievable in its intensity on my delicate
flesh.
"And we haven't even scorched the nipple yet! This could be
fun!" she said gleefully. "Shall I stop, Laurie?"
I took a long, deep breath through my mouth, letting the air
fill my lungs. "No," I said, quite bravely, letting the air out as
soon as I had spoken.
"I hope you won't be sorry," she said, shifting her body once
more on the sofa, bettering her angle. My eyes were shut as
tightly as possible, as I braced myself for the next lash. To my
surprise, she went right to work on my defenseless, ultra-
sensitive nipples. Although she had to have held back something
out of deference to my ability to withstand pain, the next stroke
landed right on the button, the wicked knurled end of the cruel
thong catching my right nipple with its full force. A thousand
needles jammed into me there could not have hurt so much.
CHAPTER 5
I let out a long, blood-curdling scream, at the top of my lungs,
as I fell forward onto the rug beneath me, in a heap, grabbing the
poor nipple with my right hand in a vain effort to douse the flame
there. My breaths now game in gasps. I curled up into a fetal
position.
"I'm sorry," she said. "I didn't mean..."
"Shut up," I interrupted not wanting her to spoil this fantasy.
"I told you I can take it. I want you to give it to me. This is
just the beginning." The searing pain radiated from the recently
stuck nipple throughout my entire breast. The nubbin seemed to be
throbbing as the delicate nerve endings sent messages of burning
pain to my mind.
"You surprise me," whispered Danielle. "I've known you all this
time, but I didn't ever think you were up to this sort of thing.
I'd have thrown in the towel ten minutes ago."
I smiled, feeling the pain in my swollen nipple begin to
subside slightly. "I can't explain it. It's like there is
something inside me that makes me want you to do that, just like
you did. Don't be afraid, Danielle. It hurt like hell, but only
for a moment. It just sort of tingles now. It makes me feel good.
I'll let you know if you go too far. Just give me a real good
workout, head to toe, and when you're done, I'll give you the best
tongue job you ever had."
"You do give great head," she said with a broad smile.
"The best, but I've held the best of the best back for an
occasion just like this," I whispered sexily.
"You mean the more I hurt you, the better your tongue gets?"
"You might say that," I replied, the glint in my eyes exposing
the truth of my statement.
She smiled broadly, knowing that she had a strange power over
me now. I was practically begging for her to go all out. From this
moment on, her innate sense of hurting me too much seemed to
disappear. I had given her a good reason to really give it to me,
if she wanted to, and I taken away any incentives to hold back.
The ball was in her court now.
"You are either exceedingly brave or extremely foolish," she
said. "In either case it's obvious that you think you have a high
tolerance for pain. We'll see how true that is very shortly. Turn
around and face the wall."
Still in a kneeling position, I turned awkwardly on my knees,
my breasts swaying back and forth as I moved. My entire backside
was now exposed. I knelt.... Waiting....
She kept me in that position for several moments, surveying me.
I could almost feel her eyes on my buttocks, an obvious potential
as her next target. "You have such a gorgeous ass, Laurie. What a
shame we have to stripe it."
I gulped, straining to listen for the tell-tale sound of the
tiny whip whistling through the air. The knurled knob of the
leather thong would hurt tremendously. I waited longer. Still
nothing. What was she doing? The suspense was killing me. Finally,
I heard her move. From behind me, she arose from the sofa and
returned to the chair upon which she had placed all the whips. I
stopped bracing myself for the pain. The momentary lapse felt
good. A kind of relief swept over me. A moment's reprieve. "Relax,
Laurie," I told myself, "you were the one who wanted this."
Bending over once more, Danielle rummaged through the whips
once more before straightening up and turning back in my
direction. In her hand was a cat-o-nine tails, the strands hanging
ominously down and seeming to jingle silently as she moved behind
me once more.
The fear returned quickly. The cat could hurt. My back and my
buttocks lay bare, uncovered, exposed. "Raise your arms over your
head and bend forward slightly," she commanded. I obeyed,
instinctively, my humongous breasts hanging in their fullness.
"Are you ready?," she asked tantalizingly.
"Yes," I gulped.
"Count the strokes," she said, standing behind me, raising the
cat-whip over her right shoulder, taking careful aim, and bringing
the nine strands down upon my bare back, just above my right
shoulder blade.
"EEEE-YAAAA! ONE!" I cried as each wicked strand found its own
area to sting me, most of them biting across my shoulder and
clavicle.
"Good girl," she continued, snapping her wrist sharply and
driving the nine leather thongs horizontally across the upper left
side of my back.
"AHHHHHHH! TWO!" I shouted out.
"THWACK!!!" The loud crack of the wicked whip right between my
shoulder blades sent electrical impulses along the length of my
spinal cord.
"OHHHH! THREE!" I cried, followed by a long moan.
"I want your tongue like never before!" she exclaimed, taking
the whip with two hands and sending it screaming across the small
of my back.
The moan and scream that followed this last stroke seemed to
come from deep within me. My back seemed to be on fire. "FOUR!" I
shouted at the end of my scream, punctuated by heavy breathing.
"You love this, don't you, you little whore!" bellowed
Danielle. Before I could answer, the fifth stroke came lashing
across the full of my back like a thief in the night, robbing me
of my dignity.
"EEEEEEE! AHHHHHH!" I shrieked. "FIVE!" My throat, now
completely dry, making my count more difficult. My back felt as if
a thousand burning needles had simultaneously penetrated me there.
Tears streamed down my cheeks in torrents from the pain, but I
wasn't crying out loud. Why did I want more of this torment?
Danielle moved closer to me, then, bending slightly, brought
the fingernails of her left hand to a point just below the nape of
my neck. Gently, soothingly, she began to move the nails in a
slow, circular pattern all over my burning back. The effect was
tremendously tranquilizing. "I know it hurts, baby," she whispered
in a comforting voice.
"Oh, Danielle...." I started to say in a whimper.
"Shhhh," she interrupted, her voice soft as a glove. "Soon it
will feel good."
I closed my eyes, knowing she was right. When she arose, the
burning feeling across my back had subsided. I was ready for more.
"I like how you do it," I said.
"I know," she replied. "We all need this sometimes." Without
warning, her gentle words were followed by another biting lash,
again over my right shoulder blade. The outer tentacles of the
whip reached all the way around to the front of my clavicle, the
cruel tips digging into me there. As I screamed out once more, I
wanted to lower my arms and soothe my hurt, but I knew I couldn't.
Over the next five minutes, my counting continued, all the way
up to twelve. Twelve hard, full, biting, stinging, lashing,
burning strokes with the cat-o-nine tails that left me sobbing and
sweating.
When she was done with my back, she surveyed the damage. "Oh,
Laurie, your back is one big, red blotch. You should see all the
whip marks. It looks beautiful!"
I said nothing in reply, my breathing too laborious at this
point to even try to talk. Sweat poured in torrents from my brow.
"Put your elbows on the rug," said Danielle. "I want your ass
up--well up!"
Quickly, I obeyed. My breasts now hung between the back of my
arms and the front of my knees. My nipples scraped the rug. It was
obvious what was next.
"You ass surpasses us all," she whispered, then followed her
words with a driving slash of the cat-whip upon my right buttock.
My position had tightened the skin across my ass, making the
nerves even more vulnerable to pain. I nearly jumped off the floor
as the crack of the leather into flesh shot into me like tiny
knives.
"AHHHH!" I cried in agonizing pain.
"Dear me," she said above my sobs. "Just loud crying from such
a
little girl. We must have caught a few nerve endings, didn't we."
Without waiting for an answer I was too weary to provide anyway,
Danielle drove another lash of the cat horizontally, across the
crack of my ass. The leather thongs, all nine of them, found their
own little area on my exposed behind and inflicted not one, but
nine separate stings simultaneously. The pain this time was so
much that I just made a long "WHOOOOO" sound.
"We're getting there, aren't we, Laurie," offered Danielle as
she took very careful aim and lashed the tentacles vertically,
right along the length of the divide of my pumpkin, the ends
finding their cruel way into the crack separating the halves of my
ass. This time, the pain was unreal! I fell forward, in a heap,
crying out agonizingly, my hands reflexively seeking my burning
buttocks in a vain effort to douse the fire back there.
"Move your hands!" shouted Danielle.
"OH! It hurts so bad!" I cried.
"But you want more!" she yelled over my sobs.
"Yes! Yes!" I bellowed over my pain.
"Then pay the price, you whore! Get back on your knees and bend
all the way over!"
Slowly, tortuously, I arose from my more safe position on the
floor and pointed my beleaguered buttocks once more in the air,
invitingly. As I started to put my elbows on the floor, she
stopped me.
"No," she said. "Reach behind you and spread your cheeks apart
with your fingers. Show me that cute little rosebud."
Hesitatingly, I moved my hands to my buttocks. Using four
fingers from each hand, I pried the split pumpkin apart, exposing
my round, crinkly anus to the cruel night air. "What are you going
to do?" I asked, an obvious tone of fear in my voice.
"A final test," she replied. "To see the real level of your
endurance." I could feel her eyes on my nether opening. I had
never felt so exposed in my life. "Your anus looks so
defenseless."
"Oh no!" I cried.
"Oh, yes," she said softly. "You'll never be a fulfilled woman
tonight unless I do it."
"What are you going to use on me there?"
"Oh, we're done with the cat. It's back to the pussy whip. Or
should I say, the 'anal whip'."
My heart sank into my stomach. Even I had not expected her to
go this far. The very thought of what was about to happen sent
shivers down my spine. But there was something in me that
prevented me from stopping her. I wanted to know what my own
threshold of pain was. Was there a level beyond which I could not
go? Wasn't the last stroke enough?
"Say 'NO' and I won't. I'll just tongue you there, real good.
Say 'YES' and I will, and later my tongue will feel a thousand
times better," she said.
My mind raced. Was I insane? Here I was, exposing my most
private of body parts to my lover. Oh, I had done it before. Many
times. But never like this, and never with the thought that
excruciating pain would result. Would her insatiable tongue feel
better before or after the pain? The decision was mine. "Yes," I
whispered, holding my breath as I the word escaped my mouth. What
a price to pay for my tenacity!
"Good," she said softly, "then I'll double the treat. Once
before I do it and once after." Danielle slinked to a sitting
position on the floor behind me, her legs to either side of mine,
her face even with my upraised ass. In the process, her skirt slid
so far up her legs, she might as well not have been wearing one.
Not one to lose the advantage of such a position, I parted my legs
just a bit more by moving my knees apart a few more inches. The
effect was perfect--with my head almost touching the floor I had
unobstructed vision between my own legs as I looked behind me. It
was no surprise to me, then, that I had an excellent view of the
entire length of the pure white, silky crotch of Danielle's
panties.
Had she opened her legs for me purposely? Did she even know
what a beautiful view I had? Wide-eyed, I surveyed the gaping
crotch, reveling in the sight of the few golden pubic curls which
peaked out from both sides of the reinforced band of white, behind
which lay her gorgeous honey-dewed pussy. She inched even closer
to me, spreading herself more in the process. The panty crotch was
stretched so tightly I thought it would snap.
At first, I felt her hands running over my still smarting ass,
soothing what little pain remained, running her fingertips from
time to time inside the dividing crack, but avoiding my anal
region like the plague, knowing that the closer she got to it, the
more excited I became. My hands were still spreading my lower ass
cheeks apart; she pushed them away, losing her close-up view of my
puckered anus in the process, but giving her an opportunity to
survey the entire area of each side of my split pumpkin with her
roving fingers.
Looking right into the epicenter of her panty crotch, I could
see Danielle was soaking wet. Taking a deep breath, I even smelled
her womanly odor. The pungent fragrance filled my nostrils and
turned me on even more.
"Do you like it when I suck your asshole?" asked Danielle,
moving her fingertips at least to either side of the lower crack
of my ass, but not separating the halves yet, just teasing me.
The vulgarity of her statement didn't annoy me; I loved it when
she talked dirty to me. "Yes," I replied, trying to swallow
upward.
"I love your little asshole so much," she whispered, finally
opening me up there with her prying fingers, exposing the crinkly
rosebud once more. "Mmmm," she hummed, "it's so cute and tiny!
I'll never figure out how we can get some of the things we do into
that little hole!" She laughed. Had I been standing, I would have
been blushing profusely. My position, fortunately, had already
reddened my face, though Danielle was unable to see it anyway from
her vantage point.
"I love it when you put your tongue in my ass," I whispered
sexily, still staring into my lover's panty-covered crotch. "You
do it so well."
She pried me apart even further, concentrating with the tips of
her thumbs now on each side of my anal button, forcing open the
nether portal, giving her a wide open target for her brilliant
tongue. "I can almost see inside you," she said in a matter-of-
fact way, peering right into the opened walls. I felt like I was
under a microscope.
Danielle brought her nose to my spread crack, almost brushing
against my gaping anus. "Mmm, you smell so fresh," she whispered,
taking in the aroma of me there.
"I just took a bath a few hours ago. I always wash real good
there."
"Do you finger yourself there when you wash it?" she asked with
a broad smile.
"You know I do," I laughed. It was my first true laugh in quite
a while.
She moved closer yet, her lips just brushing my still spread
anus. "AHHH!" I moaned in anticipation of what was to come.
"Tell me to tongue it," she whispered, her words beating like
drums on my rosebud.
"Tongue it, you tease," I begged. I could feel her every breath
on me there.
Pursing her lips slightly, she kissed it instead. The effect
was just as electric. Her lips felt so soft against my super-
sensitive anal tissues! I closed my eyes and, taking a long deep
breath, drew the memory of this occasion into my mind where it
would remain indelibly etched forever.
"So nice and soft," she whispered into my anus, her breath
snaking inside me. The feeling inside me was unbelievably hot. I
was turned on now like I had never been before. When she pressed
her lips hard against my the opened petals of my rosebud, I
screamed out in pure pleasure and pressed myself back into her,
wishing I could force her soft lips deep into me.
The tip of her tongue, when it snaked out of her mouth, touched
the edge of my anus like an electric shock. I moaned more loudly
than I can ever recall, so exquisitely beautiful was the feeling.
Rising to the occasion, Danielle's tongue circled my asshole very
slowly, wetting it in the process with her warm saliva.
"Oh, shit, that's nice!" I sighed.
"It gets better," she said into my opened hole, then drove her
full tongue into me like a piercing knife. My scream of ecstasy
filled the room. There was no stopping her now. She drove her
tongue in and out of my asshole in a fast, pistoning pace,
stopping only from time to time to lave the entire outer anal area
with long, wet, warm, and wonderful strokes of her fabulous
tongue. I had never known her to be this wild.
Each thrust of her indefatigable tongue into my rectum drew
another sound of ecstasy from my mouth. My "Ohhh'S!" and
"Ahhhh's!" and moans and groans filled the room. If I moved my ass
to the right, her lips followed it. She went on and on for at
least ten minutes, like a crazed woman. I know I came half a dozen
times in those beautiful moments, little tiny "cums" that only
serve as the harbinger of one tremendous orgasm. I didn't think
she would ever stop, nor did I want her to. This was too lovely,
too exquisite, too intense, too passionate a moment to ever cease.
My moans were now becoming more and more prolonged. My breaths
came in short, quick gasps. This was what sex is all about. This
is the way it should be, two people enjoying each other in the way
they want. "OH! Danielle! Do it now baby! DO IT NOW!"
Danielle knew exactly what I meant. The coup de tat. The final
showdown. The one thing that would bring me over the edge.
Withdrawing her driving tongue from my asshole, she held the tip
of it right on the edge of my anus, and then played it like
fingers on a banjo--back and forth, back and forth, back and
forth--in a gorgeously erotic show that sent bolts of electricity
into my loins. "YES! YES!" I screamed. "DO IT! DO IT! DO IT!"
Danielle's tongue played the mandolin. My head began to swirl. My
body shook spasmodically. The climax began to well from deep
within me, then came rushing like a speeding freight train. "AHHH!
AHHH! I'm coming. Oh yes, I'm coming Danielle! OH, YES! OH, YES!
YES!" I climaxed in a heap on the floor as Danielle fell atop me.
Wave after wave of fulfillment engulfed my body for the better
part of a minute. I wanted the feeling to go on forever. Even as I
came down, the tingling sensations remained. It was the best
climax I had ever known, bar none.
I lay on the floor, exhausted, unmoving. Danielle's cheek was
across my naked hip, her arms over my ribs. We stayed like that
for a long, long time as I drank from the cup of ecstasy. Finally,
I spoke. "Oh, Danielle, that was the best ever. The best!"
She kissed my hip softly. "I'm glad you liked it," she
whispered.
"It's never happened that way before. So intense!" I took in a
deep breath. "I mean, like shooting stars and all! Fantastic,
Danielle, just fantastic!" My words were coming fast. I was having
trouble explaining how great it was.
"Why don't you just shut up, silly," laughed Danielle. "You're
going to make me jealous."
I smiled. "You'll get your turn, baby. Oh, am I ever going to
do you good! There's a little incentive to outdo you now."
"That's if there's enough energy left in you to do it," she
said. "The real damage is about to come. Maybe you won't be in any
condition to do me."
I had almost forgotten about what Danielle was going to do to
me. There was the matter of the painful pussy whip that she was
going to use on my now much-beleaguered anus. "Maybe you want me
to do you first?" I asked.
She smiled. "Laurie, you are not going to get out of it that
easily. My pussy is so hot you could fry an egg on it, or maybe in
it," she laughed, "but I'm going to finish what I started, even if
it means waiting another day for you to keep your promise. Get
back in your kneeling position with that ass up nice and high and
open yourself up for me one more time!"
Danielle lifted herself from me, moving to a seated position on
the sofa. Her skirt was more than half-way up her thighs. I could
see her panties again. My body felt tired, but I was able to kneel
once more, turning my backside to her as I took one last glance up
her skirt. My anus was still wet from her tongue, the cool air
felt good on it. Dutifully, I leaned forward all the way, my head
touching the floor. My buttocks pointed straight up toward the
ceiling. Reaching behind me once more with my fingers, I pried my
split pumpkin apart, exposing my soon-to-be punished rosehole.
"Mm, I like that," said Danielle in a husky voice. I gulped.
"Are you nervous, Laurie?"
"A little," I answered.
"I want you to be nervous a lot, baby-doll. This is really
going to hurt. I wouldn't want to be in your place."
"I'm a big girl," I said bravely. "Just get it over with."
"Not so fast, my dear. I want you to remember this moment for a
long time. First of all, it's not spread far enough to suit me.
Open up more!"
I worked my fingers deeper into my anal region, to either side
of the tiny nubbin, and gave her a sight she would never forget. I
really spread it out for her! Nothing was left to her imagination-
-just an asshole spread as far as it could go. Plenty of super-
sensitive target area for the pussy whip, or should I say anal
whip.
Danielle leaned forward. I could feel her eyes on my spread
rosehole. She touched the opened aperture with her index finger,
having wet in her mouth beforehand. I gasped. The finger entered
the wide open portal without resistance. I gasped louder.
"So nice and tight," she said softly, pushing the invading
finger further into me. I grunted.
"Let's go for two," she said, sliding her middle finger
alongside her index finger. It, too, entered me quite easily. I
moaned, then hissed. I wanted her arm inside my ass, and she knew
it.
"That hurts!" I lied, hoping to goad her on.
"I know how much you hate it," she said sarcastically. "This
should help, too." And with that, a third finger plunged inside
me. I felt filled, but wanted more.
"AHH! Work your fingers in and out," I begged.
"I thought it hurts," she said with a slight laugh, obeying my
request.
"It hurts so good!" I yelled. "Oh, Danielle, don't stop! Don't
stop!" Keeping my asshole spread with my own fingers, easing the
way for my lover, I worked the split halves of my pumpkin back
toward her plunging fingers, imploring her with my body to
continue her rape of my anal canal.
"You are wanton!" she cried, working all three fingers all the
way in until they could go no more, then played a symphony with
her fingertips against the walls of my rectum. I felt like I was
going to come again, but couldn't. My brow tightly furrowed, my
face contorted, I let her play with me like that for almost ten
minutes. A few times she gave my ass a good hard slap with the
palm of her free left hand. The pain was good. Yes, I was wanton.
So very, very wanton.
Finally she withdrew her fingers. "O.K., I'm ready. Are you?"
My breaths were coming in quick, short gasps. "Yes, do it!"
"Beg me!"
Was she kidding? Beg her to whip my asshole? "Please, Danielle,
whip me there." I pulled my anus as far apart as I could, then
braced myself for the pain.
"Whip you where? Where do you want me to whip you, slut?"
"My anus. Right on my anus. Oh, please Danielle, get it over
with!"
I didn't even hear the slapping sound that the knurled knob of
the pussy whip made against my ultra-sensitive rosebud. I just
felt one short, quick lightning bolt strike me right in the center
of my open and exposed asshole. The pain was like nothing I have
ever felt before or hope to feel again. I fell to the floor like a
deer shot with an arrow, crying out the most agonizing, ear-
piercing scream either of us had ever heard. If a sharp needle had
just been shoved into me there, it couldn't have hurt worse.
The racking, agonizing pain seemed to flow away from my anus in
ever widening circles, like a stone on a pond, sending one
electric shock after another from my loins upward through my
spinal column, reaching my brain with a message that this was the
ultimate of pain, there could be no worse. The scream must have
lasted a full minute, and not once during that minute did the pain
subside one iota.
Reflexively, Danielle moved down on the floor beside me
quickly, putting her arms around me, trying to soothe the
unbelievable pain away. "Oh, baby, baby, I'm sorry I hurt you so
bad," she said, her voice filled with sincerity, as she rubbed my
bare shoulders with the palms of her hands. The stinging pain went
on.....and on....and on.....
I had asked for the most acute pain she could give me. I had
even begged for it. And having received it, I thought I was crazy.
I would rather have had a red-hot poker shoved up there than what
Danielle did to me, but I would never tell her.
I must have lay there for a full ten minutes, waiting for the
ache in my anus to begin to wane. All the while, Danielle soothed
me, sometimes kissing my shoulders, stroking my hair, blowing warm
air ever so gently on my face, anything to help me through my
suffering. Eventually, the pain began to subside, little by
little. I turned very gingerly on my side, toward Danielle, ever
aware of the dull throb in my anal region. Shifting slightly, she
drew her still clothed body next to my naked one, belly to belly.
Her body felt tepid; mine was a mass of sweat, especially my back.
Danielle brushed some hair from my brow with her fingertips,
then wiped a small tear from beneath my eye. Her warm smile spoke
a thousand words of sympathy for my pain. I returned the smile,
then slowly brought my lips to hers. Her kiss in return was more
soothing than passionate, punctuated by the gentle stroking of her
fingertips at the nape of my neck. To let her know how much I
still needed her, I pressed my naked pubis against the cool
leather of her skirt. She reciprocated while she quietly
insinuated the tip of her tongue into my eager mouth.
Not once, since that night, have we ever spoken about what she
did to me with that pussy whip. Although we have had dozens,
perhaps hundreds, of other sessions where we became involved in
all kinds of S&M activities, even some rather bizarre endeavors in
that arena, neither of us ever mentioned what happened. Although
the pain was the most excruciating I had ever known, and although
I had difficulty sitting down for days afterward, I never
regretted having gone through what I did. In deference to the pain
Danielle knew I was feeling, she did not perform any anal sexual
activities on me for more than a week after that night.
When Danielle finally felt I was ready for anal play, at first
her kisses there were soft and gentle. She put nothing inside my
nether portal until she knew I had completely recovered, and even
then, with a new beginning, took me with only one finger or small
object at a time. She was smart, easing me back, increasing the
size of what she put in my delicate rosebud over many days. Since
there were so many other things we did to each other, I didn't
miss anal sex, though when it began again it seemed so much better
than before. Perhaps the pussy whip's ultra-painful sting had made
me even more aware of my sexuality there. Whatever it was, it
certainly appeared to be the precipitous factor in one other night
I will never forget--the night of the glass tubes.
CHAPTER 6
I had been shopping in a sex boutique in Manhattan, when I came
upon one of the strangest looking items I had ever seen. Inside a
plastic-covered, plain box were six solid glass see-through tubes,
elongated and tapered from their tips, each about eight inches
long, increasing in circumference from the left one to right one.
Their purpose was obvious--to increase the size of anal or vaginal
penetration by degrees. The one on the far left, the thinnest one,
was hardly more round than a normal sized index finger; the one on
the far right, of much greater proportion than the first, was at
least two inches in circumference. It didn't seem likely that I
could ever work it into my cunt, much less my smaller, nether
hole. But anything was worth a try, and these looked really
different.
The clerk laughed, and then blushed, when I asked if I could
have them gift-wrapped. She knew what they were for, but seemed
too demure to care about them. So I gift-wrapped them myself for
Danielle. I couldn't wait until I got them home to give to her.
"What is it?" she asked from her prone position on the sofa as
I walked in the room and handed her the ornately wrapped gift.
I smiled. "Open it."
I sat down at the far end of the sofa, near her feet. As I sat,
Danielle moved her legs out of my way. In raising her knees, and
opening them slightly, I could see right down her skirt, all the
way to her panty-covered crotch, the pure white of the satiny
material contrasting so nicely with the creamy color of her legs.
She knew she was giving me a nice view, enjoyed doing it, and
therefore did nothing to preclude me from studying the expanse of
unsullied fabric that was covering her delectable pussy.
She carefully unwrapped my present, a broad smile on her face,
while I kept my eyes glued to her panties. When, at last, she
discovered the six elongated tubes, she gasped out loud. "Laurie!
I don't believe it! They're the sexiest things I've ever seen.
Where did you find them?"
"In the boutique. Do you really like them?"
"Man, I can feel them inside me already!"
I smiled. "They're mostly for putting them in your....uh, you
know, your backside."
Danielle blushed profusely, covering her mouth with her free
hand as she continued to hold the package in the other. "I think I
figured that out about two seconds after I took the wrapping off.
How can that big one ever make it inside my tiny little tush?"
I laughed. "They're meant to go in order, from the smallest to
the biggest. After a while, that cute little bunghole of yours
will have expanded so much, you'll probably be ready for a
telephone pole."
Danielle's mouth opened wide in surprise at the coarseness of
my words. She sat up abruptly, swinging her legs from the sofa,
and, still holding her present, wrapped her arms around my neck,
and brought her lips to my left ear. "I'll bet you can't get the
big one in tonight," she whispered ever so sexily, obviously
teasing me, almost begging me to do it. She punctuated her comment
with a short swipe of the tip of her tongue inside my super-
sensitive ear.
I shuddered at the touch of her tongue, just as I always do,
reflexively. "I'd sure like to try," I said, closing my eyes and
enjoying the beautiful feeling of her huge right tit flush against
my arm. "You'd be surprised what I can do when I put my mind to
it."
"Will it hurt very much?" she asked, her words filled with
honey.
"Perhaps," I replied.
"I want it to, Laurie. It's supposed to."
"Then it will," I said matter-of-factly.
"Are you going to do it to me now?" she inquired in a higher
voice. Her anticipation was obvious.
"If you want me to," I responded in a calm, almost cold manner,
pretending not to care either way, but my mind racing with the
wonderful possibilities of how I would slowly, by degrees, watch
the widening of my lover's asshole.
"You know I do--don't tease me!" she blurted. "Where do you
want to do it? Here?"
"If you want," I continued, hiding a smile behind my lips.
"In the bedroom?" she continued.
"It doesn't matter," I replied, my voice like ice. Finally, my
smile broke, and she realized I had been teasing her.
"You little stinker! I should shove the big one in you right
now! You deserve it more than I do."
"I wouldn't want to spoil your fun," I said, turning my face
into hers and bringing my hand to the back of her head. Slowly, I
eased Danielle's head toward mine, until our lips brushed lightly
against each other's. The moment was electric. I felt her hand
move beneath my right breast, cupping it ever so gently.
"It will be fun for you, too," she whispered, her lips moving
against mine as she spoke, her breath filling my mouth. Our kiss,
then, was warm and passionate, filled with love and affection. I
pulled her face into mine, driving my lips against hers, darting
my tongue between her lips and teeth. She bit my foraging tongue
gently. The kiss went on forever. Each of us took advantage of
the electrified atmosphere by running our hands all over each
other's bodies. By the time the kiss was over, our blouses were
half undone and our skirts were up around our hips. I was sweating
profusely. As the kiss broke, I let my right hand remain entrapped
between Danielle's legs, pressing hard into her panty-covered
crotch, grabbing as big a handful as I could get of the fatty
tissues of her pussy lips.
"I want to do it here," she said. "And now!" Her tone was
demanding. "Get the Vaseline."
We broke the embrace. As I arose, I brushed my skirt back into
place, then looked down at Danielle. She was a mess--her hair
disheveled, her skirt around her waist, her blouse partially
opened. Between her splayed legs, her panty crotch was pressed
deep into and outlined the length of her cuntal crack. Her head
lay back against the rear cushion of the sofa, her mouth half-
opened. I wanted to dive between her spread legs, pull her panties
down, and suck her pussy forever, but I mustered enough willpower
to turn and go to the bedroom for the Vaseline.
Carrying the jar of lubricant in my hand, I walked back into
the room. To my surprise, Danielle had changed positions. She was
now kneeling in the middle of the sofa, her body bent over from
the waist. She supported her torso by resting on her forearms. Her
head pressed into her arms. In back, she had pulled her skirt all
the way over her hips, then turned it inside-out so it covered
from her waist to her chest. Her pure white, bikini-styled panties
never looked more inviting as they hugged the lower half of her
gorgeous ass. Above the top of the garment, the crack of her ass
caught my eye.
Without a word, I slinked into the sofa behind her. Between her
knees she had thoughtfully placed the now opened package of anal
dildos, each gleaming brightly, reflecting various shades of
light. I placed the jar of Vaseline behind the package and brought
my hands to the top of her ass, above the elastic top of her
tight-fitting panties. Leaning forward, I placed my lips on her
panties, in the very middle of the crack of her split pumpkin, and
kissed her there softly. She moaned softly, almost humming, as I
planted dozens of tiny kisses over her undies along the entire
length of the dividing split of the beautiful half-moon globes.
"That feels so good, Laurie," she sighed. "Don't stop, baby."
I had no intentions of stopping. I continued kissing all over
the back of her soft, satiny underwear as Danielle rotated her
buttocks in a slow, circular pattern. When my lips strayed above
the panty tops, where the upper part of her ass crack was naked
and exposed, I let my tongue wander into the crevice and lick her
there. She seemed to like that the best, punctuating her
increasing moans and groans with "OHH!'s" and "AHHS!'s each time
my tongue sought the uncovered fissure.
I continued my kissing assault on her ass for a long time, more
than twenty minutes I would guess, driving the poor girl into a
frenzy of sexual excitement. Her panties were actually wet from my
saliva, mostly along the length of her crack, by the time I moved
my hands downward and eased my index fingers into the elastic band
on either side of her hips.
"What are you going to do?" she asked, pretending not to know
the answer to her own question.
"I'm taking your panties off," I whispered huskily, raising my
head back so I could watch the flimsy material glide slowly over
her alabaster globes, revealing inch by inch the exquisite beauty
of Danielle's perfect derriere. When the top of the undies reached
her anal region, already slightly parted by her kneeling, bent-
over position, I stared at the lovely golden sepia which lined the
lower ass crack. With one more smooth motion, I pulled the
material down past the inverted "V" of her lithe legs, exposing
the sweet, auburn-colored curls of the pussy I loved so much. This
woman brought out the animal in me, and she knew it.
"You have such a gorgeous ass, Danielle," I husked, but instead
of concentrating on the delectable globes, I stared straight into
the sticky, half-parted, well-moistened lips of her pussy. I could
even smell her pungent, womanly odor. There is no sweeter smell in
the world. Her cuntal fragrance was like perfumed honey.
Instinctively, I brought my lips to the hairs at the back of her
pussy and kissed her softly, bringing a rather loud moan from deep
within Danielle's throat. The hairs were so soft, the smell so
wonderful.
I brought my hands to the upper "V" of her legs, then used my
thumbs to pry apart the lips surrounding her vaginal entrance,
thereby exposing the soft, pink, shiny surface of the inside of
her slit. I brushed my lips against the now opened portal,
eliciting yet another prolonged moan from my lover. I teased her
there, though, allowing only the edge of my lips to touch the
delicately soft tissues.
Emboldened by her sighs, I moved my lips upward and planted
several soft kisses on Danielle's lower ass, just inside the
dividing crack, being careful not to touch, quite yet, the
delicate rosebud I would soon violate. When my lips touched her
there, she blew a quick spurt of breath through her mouth, and
said something completely unintelligible.
I moved my thumbs from the outer edges of her vagina to the
inside of her lower ass, then parted the walls that hid her nether
opening. Now her anus was completely disclosed to my leering eyes.
How tiny and innocent the nubbin seemed! A soft, crinkly anal
opening turns me on more than any other part of a woman's body,
and Danielle's was no exception. The little hole seemed hardly
capable of taking more than an index finger, but we had seen to it
that almost anything phallic we could find--candles, bananas,
cucumbers, carrots, whip handles, dildos of every shape and size--
would somehow make their way into Danielle's asshole.
I stared at the pink-colored anus, surrounded by tiny golden
sepia, for several moments, then leaned forward and kissed it
softly. "AHHH! That feels good, Laurie! Do me with your tongue,
baby."
"Sorry, doll," I whispered, pulling my head back slightly, "I
want to try the new dildos first."
"Just a little tongue won't...."
"Shush! Maybe as a present if you can take the big one, that
is, if you still feel up to it!" I laughed, wondering if she
really could take the biggie. I knew I had never put anything so
large in Danielle's ass, nor had mine tasted something that big.
I moved my hands from her ass and picked up the jar of Vaseline
which still lay behind the shiny dildos, then took the jar top
off. "O.K., babydoll, I'm going to grease you up for this little
session. Are you ready?"
"Mm mm."
"Reach behind and open yourself up nice and wide so mommy can
lubricate the little girl's anus."
Danielle moved her hands to her lower ass cheeks and obediently
spread the halves wide, once more exposing the diminutive nubbin.
"Very good, Danielle, it's such a cute little opening," I said
with a silly grin, taking my right index finger and delving it
into the greasy lubricant. When I withdrew the finger, it was
covered completely with a coating of the greasy, gray-colored
substance. "Here we go, hold tight!" I said, moving the tip of my
coated-coated finger to the center of Danielle's rubbery anus.
"AHH!" she cried as she felt the hardness of my finger touch
her delicate portal.
"Easy, love," I whispered, concentrating my efforts at moving
my finger slowly into the yielding tissues. With my finger so well
greased, there was no resistance. It entered her easily amidst a
series of low moans.
"OH, you're in me!" she exclaimed, shifting her buttocks
slightly to the right so more of my finger could go in.
"Mm," I said softly. "It's so warm inside, and so soft!" I
moved the digit along the velvety rectal walls, eliciting a series
of throaty moans from Danielle. I kept my finger inside her long
just enough to give the bottom portal a good coating of lubricant,
inside and out. When I withdrew it, the asshole glistened.
Getting ready for the big moment, I shifted on the sofa,
pivoting on my buttocks so I sat directly behind the kneeling,
bent-over blonde, my legs splayed to either side of her, my dress
more than half-way up my legs. I looked down between my own legs
to see a big expanse of white panty crotch. The thin material was
obviously wet from my copious vaginal secretions. It felt sticky
between my legs. For a brief second I pondered shedding the
panties, but decided that the effort I would have to expend
wouldn't be worth the trouble.
Danielle continued to reach behind and hold the portal open for
me. I pulled the first all-glass dildo from the package. It was
about eight inches long and very thin, extremely hard and
unyielding, and somewhat cold to the touch. There was something
sexy about it though, perhaps the thought of it going inside of
her, perhaps the newness of it. Whatever it was, we both wanted
the same thing--to have her ass violated by the device.
I held the cylinder between the thumb and index finger of my
hand at a 45 degree angle, the tapered tip just a fraction of an
inch behind her glistening hole. "This one's a cinch," I said,
placing my free hand at the top of her buttocks for support.
"Do it slowly," whispered Danielle, anticipating my next
movement.
"I will, baby," I said, placing the hard tip of the dildo flush
into the center of the tiny aperture. "Relax, just let it go in.
Don't fight it. There, it's through the door already." I watched
in rapture as the glass tube broke the anal plane.
"That's so nice!" she sighed, wriggling her ass to accommodate
the invading hardness.
Using just two fingers, I was able to penetrate her asshole
with the length of the cylinder quite easily. As I twisted the
tube back between my thumb and index finger, making it turn
slightly inside her ass, Danielle took deep breaths between her
teeth, reveling in the feeling inside her.
"It's so hard!" she exclaimed.
The pliant walls of the rectum yielded easily to the first, and
smallest, of the new dildos. I toyed with it inside her ass for
only a few moments, before withdrawing it, watching it intently as
some of the coated came out with it. I put it back in the package
and took the next biggest glass cylinder, about the same length as
the first, but about one-half inch larger in diameter.