Message-ID: <24720asstr$961139423@assm.asstr-mirror.org> X-Original-Message-ID: <20000616020927.42692.qmail@hotmail.com> From: "Dick Goesinya" Cc: daveh1@siscom.net Subject: {ASSM} RP Janie's Adventure (by Solitaire One) (Mf teen ds anal) Date: Fri, 16 Jun 2000 03:10:25 -0400 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: Vulpine, gill-bates Here is a repost of a pretty good old story. My file is dated 1994. Does anyone have any more parts of it? Please post them if you do. Thanks. ________________________________________________________________________ Get Your Private, Free E-mail from MSN Hotmail at http://www.hotmail.com <1st attachment, "Janie.txt" begin> Janie's Adventure by Solitaire One As the tires broke loose in a power slide around the sharp corner she heard the engine sputter twice just before it died, leaving her with too much speed and no power to the steering or brakes. She expertly wrestled the heavy sedan to a short stretch of straight road and pulled as far to the right as she could, her body taking on a faint glow from the exertion and excitement of the suddenly dangerous situation. Oh damn, she thought. Oh God Damn! I'm gonna get blamed and it wasn't my fault. I didn't do anything to it and it just broke. In frustration she beat her fists against the leather- covered wheel as she felt the first sting of tears salting her eyes. She cranked the starter but got no response other than the whine of the electric motor dragging the unresponsive engine through its cycles. Although she knew nothing of engines, she popped the hood and got out to peer into the cramped compartment, hoping that some miracle would occur. As she stood there wondering what to do next, she heard the horn blast and a wolf whistle split the air as a carload of teenagers streaked past her in the opposite direction. Oh shit! In the excitement she had forgotten that all she was wearing was the tiny black bikini and high heeled mules. Since she was on her way to a swim party at her girl friend's house, she hadn't even bothered with a cover-up, figuring that the short distance didn't require anything. As she started back to the driver's door a BMW pulled up beside her and a grey haired man looked out the open window of his car. "What seems to be the problem?" "Damned if I know. I was riding along when it sputtered and died. I just barely got it pulled over, but I don't have any idea of what happened." She watched him pull ahead and park. As he got out of the car she was impressed with his appearance. Salt and pepper hair, bushy mustache, nicely tailored suit and tie and his shoes were polished. "Let me see if I can figure out anything." He slid into the Saab and turned the key, grinding the starter as she had already done. "How long ago did you put gas in it?" he asked. "I really don't know. It's my dad's car and I just borrowed it to go to a swim party. Why? Is it out of gas?" "If the gauges are correct you're stone empty. If you like, I can take you up to the service station and get some to see if that's the problem." As they rode to Roswell Road he chatted easily with her, not at all intimidated by her beauty. Most of the boys she knew at school got tongue-tied and stuttered when they tried to talk to her, and she was getting tired of their giggling and pointing at her when she walked past. Instinctively she straightened her back, causing her firm breasts to push even farther out into the thin black material that caressed rather than confined her beauty. She found out, among other things, that his wife and children were at Sea Island for two weeks and that he had had to fly back to attend an important meeting with his lawyer and accountant. He laughed as he told her that if his partner hadn't tried to pull something funny, she might still be sitting there in her car. When they got to the station she realized that she didn't have a dime on her. She didn't even have her wallet in the car. "I'll loan you the money and you can pay me back." Gratefully she accepted the offer, knowing that she could borrow the money from her girl friend, and hoping that it would give her an excuse to see him again. "I can get the money from my friend and pay you back today." "I'm not worried. I have an appointment this afternoon so you can just mail it to me whenever you get the chance." When he gave her the address she realized that it was right here in the neighborhood, not too far from where her car was stalled. "Why don't I put it in your mailbox? I'll be coming right by your house after the party and it would save me a stamp." After putting the gas in the tank and starting the car, he offered to take empty can back to the station since his business was near the station. As she handed him the can, she said, "I really do appreciate all your help. I'll be sure to put it in your mailbox this afternoon. What time will you be there? I wouldn't want someone else to steal it." "I should be through by six or six-thirty at the latest. I was planning to grill a steak and fix a salad, so I should be home all evening. I have to do some paper work anyway, so just honk when you come by and I'll come down and get it." As he drove off, she watched his tail lights retreat around the curve as a plot began to hatch in her mind. She had never been with anyone older than 17 but she was about to change that drastically. He was at least 35 or 40, old enough to be her father. All through the swim party her mind kept going back to the man. She realized that, in all the excitement, she didn't even know his name. She was bored with the giggling girls talking about the boys at school and how and who was doing what with whom. She knew for a fact that only one other girl had gone all the way even though the others talked a good game. She had been 14 when she lost her virginity to the lifeguard at Panama City. It hadn't been so great. He hurt her when he shoved that big thing between her legs and forced himself inside. And then he had cum so quickly that she hadn't even had time to get accustomed to the feeling. He was in and out and gone before she even knew what had happened. The next day he wouldn't even talk to her, almost ignoring her as she walked by on her way to the water. After that experience she had fantasized about making love, but had no opportunity to experience it since all the boys her own age were too nervous to even try. But the man was different. He wasn't nervous around her. He talked to her like she was an adult and he was open in his admiration of her body. As she lay in the sun listening to the chatter, she began to fantasize again, drawing her plan in her mind, filling in all the little nuances to make sure that she finally got what she wanted tonight. At six o'clock she used the telephone to tell her mother that she was going to stay over and spend the night and that she would be home sometime tomorrow afternoon. After convincing her that she could borrow a nightgown or jeans and a shirt, she left her friends, still wearing the tiny black bikini and carrying the $10 bill she had borrowed. She drove back to his house. Impressive! Two story French Provincial set on a hill, green lawn sweeping down to the fence and gate that protected the driveway. The sign on the mailbox stated simply "J. T. Thompson." She pushed the button on the speaker set beside the drive and heard his voice through the tinny speaker. "Yes?" "Mr. Thompson, it's Janie. I decided to bring it in person if you don't mind. I wouldn't want anyone to get it. I mean, after all it is ten dollars." She liked his deep laugh. "All right, Janie, drive on up to the back of the house. I wouldn't want your ten dollars to get stolen." She heard the buzz as the iron gate swung open and she drove to the rear of the house, glancing at the pool and tennis court set side by side past the drive. He was standing in the doorway in white tennis shorts and shirt, a towel wrapped around his neck. "Hello again, Janie. Come on in. I just finished a fast set of tennis and haven't had time to shower. Why don't you make yourself something to drink while I shower and change?" As she walked to the door, she watched his blue eyes frankly appraising her nearly naked body and she felt a flush color her face and chest as she blushed involuntarily. She brushed past him and into the room as he followed, shutting the door as she glanced around the room, questioning in her eyes. "Oh! No, he's gone. He had an engagement this evening. I'm here alone. Oh, does that bother you? Being here alone with me? I assure you that I'm harmless. Well, not really harmless, but at least under control, although with that outfit, I must admit that it takes all the will power...or is that won't power? Anyway, fix yourself something while I get this sweat off." She liked his smile as he turned and walked toward the stairs. He hadn't even waited for her acceptance or anything. Obviously he was used to having people do what he wanted. When he returned he was wearing slacks and a madras shirt but his feet were bare, his hair still damp from the shower. He walked to the bar and mixed himself a drink, bringing it with him as he sat across from her. "Did you find something to drink?" "Yes, Mr. Thompson. I found..." "Please call me Jack. Mr. Thompson makes me sound old. Sort of like my daddy instead of me." "Yes, Mr...I mean Jack. I found rum and coke although I really would have preferred a daiquiri." "Whoa! How old are you anyway? Are you old enough to drink? You don't look older than 19 or 20." "I'm old enough." She didn't tell him she was only 16. If he thought 19 or 20, that was all right with her. As she sipped on her drink, she watched him watching her. He was open in his admiration of her beauty, barely concealed in the string bikini. They talked easily and he didn't even mention her school or anything that revealed that he knew her age, concentrating on more adult subjects. As she finished her drink she stood to replenish it. "If you'd like a daiquiri, I'll be glad to fix one. They say I make a mean frozen daiquiri." She stood by him as he put the frozen can of lime juice, several handsful of ice and the rum into a blender. Before he turned it on, she tipped the bottle and poured another three ounces of rum into the jar. "That ought to make a good one now." As the sound of the blender grinding ice drowned out all conversation, she made up her mind. "I'll be right back. I have to use the little girl's room." As she walked across the room she made sure her hips swayed just a little more than normal, letting her buttocks clench and release as she moved. He was still standing by the bar when she returned watching her walk, his gaze blatantly on her breasts that barely moved in their confinement. She blushed again as she took the offered drink. "Your boyfriend must be very proud to be seen with you." "I don't have a steady boy right now, but I'm proud to be seen just by myself." He smiled as he tilted his glass and took a deep drink. "Well, you have every right to be proud. You are a beautiful young lady. I haven't seen anyone as beautiful except on the pages of magazines." She glanced at him across the rim of the glass as she took a deep swallow, her mind made up. "I need to pay you your money. But you're going to have to find it." He smiled and looked her up and down. "You mean that you have the money hidden somewhere on you? And I have to find out where it is? That bathing suit doesn't hide very much at all, does it? Well, let's start with your hair." She quivered at his touch as his fingers ran through her long blond hair, letting her tresses slide through his fingers as he watched her eyes, bright with excitement. "It doesn't seem to be in your hair. How 'bout your ears? Could it be hidden in there?" She gasped! His tongue slipped wetly into her ear, its warmth and moistness sliding right down to her crotch as she moaned gently. "No, not there. How about your mouth? Did you hide the money in your mouth?" His lips gently caressed hers as she felt his tongue slide out to part the softness of her lips and force itself past her even white teeth. She let her own tongue dance with his, wetly sliding back and forth as his forced its way into her. As she stuck her tongue out into his mouth, he clasped her with his lips, sucking on her strongly as his tongue wrapped itself around her organ, treating it like a miniature cock. When he stepped back, his face was flushed and she could feel the coolness of her own perspiration causing goose bumps in the air conditioned room. "Oh! You've gotten cold. Let me warm you up." His strong arms encircled her back as he brought her closer, his hard body pressed into her softness. She felt the hard rod-like shaft of his cock pressed into her lower belly as his hands and arms rubbed her back and arms, warming her and exciting her. When she was warm, she pushed him back so that, while her crotch was still pressed against his maleness, her face and chest were free. "You still haven't found the money. Have you given up?" He chuckled as he reached for her neck, his fingers slipping the knot loose so that the cups of her bra slid past her breasts to hang loosely between them. "Well, I don't see the money, but I better check to make sure." His fingers crept around under her arms to cup her firm breasts, his thumb and forefinger squeezing the base of her tit as he began to milk her, his fingers compressing her flesh as they slid closer and closer to her nipple. As both hands reached her nipples she moaned in pleasure, her hands clasping his as she ground his fingers into her softness. "Harder. Pinch them a little harder but don't hurt too much. I like to have them pinched and pulled like that. They stand up so hard when I play with them that sometimes they ache." She mewed like a kitten as he forced her back, his lips descending to her right orb, his lips and tongue slurping wetly across the alabaster surface where the sun hadn't tanned her to a golden brown. She felt his teeth grasp her nipple as his tongue flicked back and forth. "Oh! Oh! Oh yea. Bite me a little! Not too hard...just enough to dent it a little." He stepped back and held her at arm's length as she squirmed, trying to regain the contact. "Let's go over to the couch so I can continue the search." He walked her backwards to the couch and forced her to lie along its length as he knelt at her side, his eyes locked with hers as he reached down to untie the sides of her suit. As he pulled it out from under her body, she let her legs fall to the side, opening herself to him, offering him her loveliness. She felt his fingers glide down from her knee to her crotch, feeling the heat of his hand burning her skin as her hips instinctively began to rise and fall on the sofa. His fingers cupped her mound, his finger finding its way into the pink moistness of her inner womanhood as he covered her whole pussy with his hand. When he didn't find the expected inside her, he looked puzzled. She laughed at his plight and lifted up just a little more. He smiled and let his hand slip farther under her body, encountering the crispness of the bill folded in the crease between her buttocks. Drawing it out, he put it on the back of the sofa as he leaned down to kiss her again, his hand again covering her cunt from top to bottom, his finger tip just inside her vagina. When she finally broke the kiss, he took a deep breath and said, "That was the most exciting treasure hunt I've ever been on. What other little secrets do you have hidden?" "Let's go in the bedroom and I'll show you. I have one or two more that you might find exciting." She flopped on the bed, not even bothering to remove the spread. "Why don't you take your clothes off and join me? I might have to start the search without you." She watched him strip. Nice hairy chest with firm muscles under the pectorals. Trim legs under the boxer shorts that stood out from his body like a tent. And a massive cock! She gasped as he revealed the erect rod of flesh. It was much larger than the lifeguard's, and that was her only experience. And it didn't have a head like the two other cocks she had seen! Suddenly frightened, she covered her blond patch with her hand as if that was a shield against his lance. "What's wrong? You're not a virgin or anything, are you?" Defiantly she glared back at him. "No, I just haven't seen anything like that before and I got scared. You're just so big and long. And you don't have a head..." she stammered, her voice cracking under the stress. He smiled as his hand went to his cock, stroking slowly along its length. "Of course it has a head. It's just under the foreskin." She blushed again. Damn she was acting like a ten year old. Now she remembered circumcision and the one drawing in her sex education text that depicted an uncircumcised penis. "Can I see? Can I touch it?" He stepped closer to the bed, his cock poking forward like the prow of a ship, advancing on her almost as if it were a separate entity. Her fingers tried to encircle his girth, but missed meeting by almost two full inches as her hand felt the hardness just under the softness of the loose skin. As she shoved the excess toward him, the bright pink head emerged like a new born baby, but with only one eye. Suddenly she giggled as she remembered the story of the bald headed mouse. He stepped back. "What's so funny?" Angrily, he wasn't at all pleased to be the object of a joke. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to giggle, but it looked like the mice we use in experiments and..." His laughter eased the situation as he caught the joke, his cock jumping as his stomach flexed with his mirth. "Well, is there a mouse hole for my little mouse?" "Well...there's a hole, but it's way too small for that mouse. That would split me in two and..." "Why don't you just relax and let me see if I can help. Just lie back and let's see what happens. I won't force you, but I guarantee that you can take even more than this. After all, babies have to come out of there too." She looked up at him with innocent eyes. "You aren't going to make a baby in me, are you?" "You're joking, right? You mean you don't have any protection, you're not on the pill or anything? Hell, I don't have anything in the house and I'm not in any position to go get any!" She laughed, "Don't worry. Of course I'm protected against that. It's just that I thought that that monster might go all the way into my tummy and make a baby there. I don't..." Her words were caught in her mouth as he knelt at her side and covered her lips with his own, his fingers again tweaking her nipples as his wet tongue forced its way between her teeth, washing across her tongue as he suckled on her mouth, drawing her breath into himself. Her soft moan filled her ears as she felt his fingers slide across her flat stomach, stopping at the top of her sparse blond hair to caress and touch her pelvis without touching her vagina. The pressures of his fingers on her outer labia caused her clit to slide out of its sheath to poke bravely into the opening caused by the engorgement of her lips. She gasped as she felt his lips searching across her tummy, licking wetly at her navel as it continued down toward the wet junction of her legs. She felt the fingers start to spread her womanhood as the tongue flicked across the white skin just about the blond tendrils of her trimmed pubic patch. As she felt the warmth of his breath on her innermost being, she suddenly realized that he was about to lick her cunt. Her body jerked as she forced his face away violently. "NO! Damn you, NO! That's dirty. That's gross...damn it, don't do that to me!" He sat up with a confused expression. "You mean no one has ever kissed your pussy before? You must be kidding me. Someone as lovely as you and no one has ever..." "No! And no one ever will! It smells and is gross and..." His lips silenced hers as he lay full length on her defenseless body, his weight preventing her from moving except for some ineffectual squirming. "It doesn't smell, except as a sexy young woman should smell, and it surely isn't gross. I love to eat pussy. Kiss cunt. Suck clit. Lap labia. Whatever you want to call it. I intend to stick my mouth on your cunt and lick you until you cum so many times you forget your name." Her head shook from side to side as the tears coursed down her cheeks. "No, please don't. You can fuck me and I'll play with your thing, but don't do that to me. I just can't stand to think about you kissing me down there." "Oh, I intend to fuck you Janie, but not until I've sucked all your juices out of your pretty little cunt. Once I have you all wet and hot, then I plan to fuck you, pretty little one. But first I'm going to lick you." As his head started back down her body, Janie grabbed his head by the ears and tried to push him away. He sat up and pulled her to a sitting position, the droplets staining the deep tan of her chin as they dropped unnoticed onto the swelling of her womansized tits. "All right, Janie. You have a choice to make. If you persist in this nonsense, you can go on home. I don't have time to fool around with someone as childish as you are acting. But if you stay, you better not tell me 'No' again. As exciting as I think you are, I won't have disobedience in my house, much less my bed. Now what do you want? To go home now or do you want to experience the most wonderful sensations you have ever felt? It's your choice, but once you decide, you can't back out." "But what if I decide to stay and then just can't stand it? What happens then?" "Janie darling, if you continue to disobey me, I will have to discipline you. Isn't that what your parents did when you disobeyed?" She sniffled as she nodded. "Lie back and let me take you to worlds unknown. Just relax and let me give you the most wonderful pleasures." As she lay back on the spread, Janie knew she had passed the point of no return. She sniffed back a whimper as she felt his hands spreading her thighs, opening her flower to his gaze. As his head descended, she squeezed her eyes shut and tried not to scream as she felt his hot breath nearing her womanhood. She was unable to keep from sobbing. Her mind was in a turmoil: part of her wanted to experience the new sensations, but the other part still was trapped by her upbringing. Her hands clenched the spread in fists of steel as she felt his mouth sliding gently up and down her thigh, coming closer and closer to her cunt with each cycle. Finally when his lips encased the sensitive skin joining thigh to cunt, her mind broke. "No! Damn it, NO!!!!" Her hands grabbed his hair and forced his face up and away from her womanhood. He sat up and shook his head sadly. "Oh Janie, what am I to do with you? I warned you but you just won't listen. Come with me. I know only one way to handle disobedient children." He took her wrist and forced her to stand and follow him to the low dressing table where he sat in the short stool. Since her head was down, she couldn't help but notice that his cock was no longer as rigid as it had been, hanging down at a forty-five degree angle and swaying as he walked. "Lie down, Janie. This is for your own good." She shook her head from side to side as his features prismed through her tears, but she obeyed, lying across his legs with her breasts hanging on one side and her legs on the other. She felt his hand caressing her buttocks and a strange sensation caused her to flush with embarrassment. She hadn't had a spanking since she was ten, and then it had been through her slacks and panties. And now this man, this stranger, intended to spank her bare bottom! Her hands went back to protect herself as she felt a finger slide down the split between her cheeks, tickling the dark rose bud in the depths of the channel. "Move your hands, Janie. Put them at your side, or I'll have to tie them with rope." Faced with the option, she chose to obey, her hands moving hesitantly back to hang down next to her breasts. "Touch your own nipples. Pinch on them and get yourself excited." His voice commanded her, and she had to obey. Slowly her fingers rose and encased the protrusions as she started to pull and twist them, the sensations radiating straight to her pussy. "Owwwww!" His hand smacked her right cheek with force and she felt the burning sensation as it felt like she was on a hot stove. Before she could react she felt another slap on the left cheek, the fingers curling slightly into the crack as the force of the spanking caused her flesh to bulge out with the blow. As the tears flowed afresh, she felt his hand again caressing and smoothing her tortured flesh, his touch taking the worst of the sting out and causing some small excitement in the pit of her stomach. After ten smacks to each cheek, she felt something poking at her stomach as she squirmed on his lap, no longer trying to escape, but unable to remain still as the redness of her cheeks revealed the pain of her punishment. Her hand slipped off her nipple and eased under her body to find his cock lying under her tummy, the engorgement causing rigidity. She lightly let her fingers caress his shaft as she felt a coolness on her butt. Looking over her shoulder, she saw him squeezing a bottle of lotion on her skin, the white lines tracing randomly over the redness of her ass. As she watched, his hand smoothed the lotion into the tortured flesh, causing it to gleam and shine as it soothed the hurt away. She heard her own sobs catch in her throat as the twin sensations of the residual heat and the cooling smoothness of the lotion caused her to begin to become more and more excited, her fingers now trying to grasp and stroke his proud manhood that was so prominent against her soft belly. "Stand up!" She let his cock go as she pushed herself to a kneeling position next to him, struggling to her feet as commanded. "Now, young lady, have you learned your lesson? Or do I have to spank you some more?" As she sniffled, she shook her head from side to side. "No sir. Please don't spank me any more. I promise to be good. Just don't spank me again." As he rose, he took the magnifying hand mirror in one hand and Janie in the other as he led her back to the bed. As he pulled the spread to the foot of the bed, he said, "Since you seem to think you're ugly down there, let's take a look together and see just how lovely you are." He forced her legs apart and she let them remain wide as he adjusted the mirror so that she was watching the reflection of her womanhood in the enlargement. "Use your fingers to spread your lips wider, Janie." As she complied, she watched the pinkness of her inner labia start to emerge, looking for all the world like a flower budding in the warmth of the spring sunshine. She was all pink and shiny, moistness coating even the deepest recesses of her pussy. She watched as if she were in another world as his finger entered the picture to stroke and caress the soft inner lips, the tip gleaming in the juices that coated it as it moved slowly up and down, stroking and exciting her. She looked as his finger approached the top of the valley, causing her lips to distort around the white bud of hardness poking just barely from its sheath. "Ohhhhh!" His finger just barely stroked her sensitive flesh as he let the tip of his digit slide wetly up into the sparseness of her blond bush. He took the mirror away as his head dropped to the hard bone just above her cunt, his tongue playing in the blond tendrils. "No, let me hold it! Let me hold it and watch as you do it." He smiled at her as he handed her the mirror, watching as she spread her legs wider than before. "Wait," she said as she grabbed each ankle and forced them behind her neck. "I used to be a gymnast and I had to practice this all the time." Now she was completely open and vulnerable to him. As his lips descended on her tanned thigh, his lips open and his tongue dancing on her skin, he watched her adjust the mirror so that every action was reflected in magnification. His index fingers slid beside her outer lips spreading her just a little more so that there was almost an inch and a half gap between the corrugated pink lips as he blew a sharp stream of air directly into her moistness. Her moan of pleasure was music to his ears as he moved to take the hard top bud in his lips. Spreading his mouth wide, he encompassed half of her pussy patch and several inches of her labia as his tongue flicked out to lash her clit from side to side. As his lips closed slowly her body began to strain upward, the mirror forgotten as she concentrated on the feeling and forgetting the vision. When his teeth closed gently on her clit she jerked as if hit with electricity, her hips bucking upward like a bronco as she forced her pelvis into him, his teeth clasping her involuntarily as the surprise caused him to put more pressure than he had intended. "Ohhhh G-----o------d!!!! Unhhhhhhhh! Ohhhhhhh...don't stop! Bite me harder!!!! YES!!! YES!!! Just like that! Ohhhhhhh, no! Keep going! Keep going...keep going..." Her voice trailed off as the spasms of the most powerful orgasm she had ever felt wracked her lovely young body, her hips pistoning up and down in her search for more and more pleasure. She wasn't even conscious of her words, her whole being was focused in the tiny bud of pleasure that felt like it was longer than her legs, so sensitive was the sensation. As she felt his teeth release her clit, she felt the healing caress of his tongue as she became aware for the first time that her entire crotch was wet, and she was fearful that she had pissed in his face. As his tongue flicked the bud back and forth, she felt another spasm start deep in her belly, her muscles clenching and her hips thrusting again and again as waves of pleasure washed back and forth like a neap tide pounding the dunes into submission. She had no idea how long she had been under his spell, but she was suddenly aware that her hands were clasped in the dark curls framing his face and that she had been pulling him into her crotch with all her strength, her legs wrapped over his back. Now embarrassed by her reactions, she relaxed her grip and he pulled back, his mustache and chin coated with fluids, a smile beaming up at her. She watched him rise and move to her side and she watched his face come closer and closer to her own until she could taste the sweetness on his lips. Her eyes stared wide open as she tasted herself on him, realizing that the smell and taste were not at all what she expected. Her hands gripped his face as she moved him from side to side to allow her tongue to savor all the juices as she licked him as clean as a cat cleans a bone. He took her wrist and forced her hand down to her side, her fingers curling around his strength as she felt his heat burning into her hip. She felt him rise above her as she guided his rod into the opening between her legs. As she looked between them she suddenly felt fright at the massiveness of his manhood, fearful that he would tear her apart. "Guide me in, darling," he said as she felt him push closer to her opening. She rubbed the covered head back and forth in the moisture until he was coated with slickness for several inches. Suddenly, almost with an audible pop, the head emerged as the foreskin rolled back, unable to contain the enormous shaft. As her fingers caressed his heart shaped organ, his hips twitched with the pleasures, forcing the head to slip easily inside her outer defenses. She felt her body ease open to accommodate him, more and more of his manhood sliding into her tightness as the muscles of her cunt squeezed and relaxed in synchronism with his gentle thrusts. As he went deeper and deeper into her secret place, she felt as if she was stuffed, filled beyond the brim with cock, her body slowly accommodating the invader as he reached depths never before touched. "Oh God, YES! Shove it all in me! I want to feel you all the way. Fuck me, damn it. Fuck me nowwwwwwwww ahhhhhhhhh!" Her voice trailed off in a higher key as he hunched his back and drove the last few inches into her warmth, the force of his movement causing her cervix to shift as she tried to hold him within. "Wait! Don't move. Let me get used to it," she panted, suddenly out of breath like a long distance runner. As she felt his stomach tense and release, the prick inside her vagina twitched in response, and her own muscles clasped and released as they began their own independent caresses. Before she thought she was ready he began to stroke slowly up and down, the emptiness as he retreated causing her to want more, the filling as he returned bringing her into higher and higher passion. Without conscious thought on either part, suddenly he was fucking her with long, hard, violent strokes, driving his massiveness deep into her young body and causing her to twist and buck as she met every thrust with one of her own. "I'm gonna cum," she heard him say as she pulled his face down to her own, her lips searching for his, her tongue telling him of her love and passion as their bodies became as one, his fluids blasting out into her cavern and filling her with his love. She felt every spurt, every spasm as his cock jumped with the pleasures of his orgasm, and she felt her own cunt spasm in return, the joy of her own cumming taking her breath until she lay helplessly panting, her body limp as he continued to shove his softening stick into her lubricated channel. Finally he was sated, his body dropping beside her as his muscles finally gave out, completely limp and helpless with his own pleasures. Her fingers curled in the crisp hairs of his chest, tracing the paths of sweat that trickled secretly through the forest of his upper body, leading her to his manhood, now lying limply along his thigh. As her fingers encircled the softened flesh, she felt him jump and then lie still as she massaged the fluids into his skin. Rising on one elbow, she looked at him, gleaming in the light from the dresser, and she felt very tender and loving. Leaning down, she took his head into her mouth, laving the pinkness with her tongue, tasting the combination of their love offerings. As her pallet became more and more accustomed to the taste, she let her tongue slide down the side of his cock, drawing more and more of the banquet into her mouth and quenching her thirst. When she pursed her lips and began to vacuum along the side of his shaft, she felt the jerk and spasm as he began to rise, stretching out and finally flopping against the firm skin of his belly, now nearly revived and ready for more. She looked up at him, tenderness in her eyes as she rose above him, her legs spreading wide as she spanned his body, her tender cunt lips sliding back and forth over the steely rod that protruded from his groin, coating him with the overflow fluids from their first coupling. Without a word, she rose up and inserted him into her cunt, now more open and ready to accommodate his size. As she felt him slide inside her mystery, his fingers began to touch and pinch her breasts, her nipples now so hard that she felt an ache as he caressed the whiteness, his fingers approaching but not touching the darker circles which capped the firm orbs like a cherry on a sundae. When she felt his fingers finally grasp her throbbing nipples, she felt the automatic response of her inner muscles banding around his shaft, constricting his movements only slightly as her pelvis continued to post up and down. Leaning over, she kissed him, her lips barely brushing his as she let her tongue flick out at him, giggling as he tried to capture the fleeting moment with his mouth. She felt the swelling as his balls again began to rise, preparing to empty their offering into her sweetness. His hips rose, driving himself deeper into her hidden garden as she suddenly rose completely off of him, leaving him fucking at empty air. Twirling, she grasped him in both hands and brought his head to her lips as she suckled the lifeblood from his body, streams of white viscous fluids coating her lips and teeth as he came time and time again. His moans of pleasure filled her ears as she carefully took the entire head into her mouth and vacuumed the last of his love juices from deep within his body, sucking the last of his offering into her mouth. When he was finally quiet, his body still and soft, she rose up and leaned over to kiss him, watching his eyes fly open with surprise as she let the pent up cum slide into his mouth, her tongue coated with the fluids washing back and forth over his own. Reaching to the foot of the bed, she pulled the spread up and covered both of their sweaty bodies, not even bothering with the light on the dresser. "I've never done that before." Her voice was small and quiet as she nestled in his arms, the residue from his orgasm lingering in her mouth and nostrils. "Done what, darling? Surely you aren't a virgin?" "No, I mean with my mouth like that." "You mean no one ever came in your mouth before?" "That too. No, I mean I haven't ever used my mouth on...on a penis before." "Why did you do it if you hadn't ever done it before?" "Well, like...you know...all the girls talk about how their boyfriends want them to do it and all. And, like some of the girls just do that and never...never...you know, like make love or anything. And since you made me feel so good, I wanted to do something that would make you feel good in return. So, when I felt you starting to cum, I just decided to try. Did I do it right?" "When you sucked the cum from my balls after I came, it felt like you were sucking my balls out of my body. God that felt great! You really did it right...and left...and every which a way. "Did you like it?" "Well, you know, like it wasn't as bad as I thought it would be. It was kinda neat to give you so much pleasure, to have you in my power sort of...yea, I kinda liked it...and the taste wasn't as bad as I thought. Not something I'd want for breakfast every day, but not too bad. Kinda, like, salty and slippery like, you know, like an egg or something...you know? "I can still taste it in fact. Could you like get me a glass of water or something? I don't mind it, you know, but I kinda think I would like to..." His laughter cut her short. "Wait here, and I'll bring up the rest of the daiquiris." When he returned with the blender, she was already asleep, breathing evenly as she lay sprawled on her back, her blond hair framing her beautiful young face. He turned off the light and slipped under the spread next to her, feeling her turn as he got in the bed. * * * Janie slept fitfully, not being used to having a body next to her in the bed. She felt every twitch and move he made as he slept beside her, exhausted from his day. While she lay curled on her side, she let her finger continue to caress and stroke the hidden bud at the top of her vagina, rolling the tip back and forth gently, just enough to keep the edge up but not enough to push her over the brink. Gad damn! she thought to herself. When I came her I was nearly a virgin and now all I can think about is S-E-X...prick and pussy...cock and cunt...fuck and suck... She almost giggled as she realized that even her vocabulary was changing. Words she thought but never used were in the forefront of her brain now, the letters seeming to vibrate along with her clit, that little buzzing organ that created so much pleasure. She felt him turn behind her, his body spooning along her back, his arm thrown carelessly over her waist as his legs cupped and warmed the back of her thighs. But it was his cock that created the most attention. It had hardened in his sleep and now was pushing up along the crease of her buttocks and into the small of her back, feeling like an iron pipe. Carefully she reached her hand back, letting her fingers insinuate themselves gently between the bodies until they just barely stroked his erection, her fingers tickling the shaft as she reached higher and higher, searching for the sensitive head. As she stroked along his sex, her other finger was even more busy, stroking and entering her own mystery, spreading the wetness up and down in her sensitivity until she felt like she would drown in her own juices. She tilted her hips slightly so that she could pull his cock perpendicular to his sleeping form, letting the massiveness form a log between her thighs as it stroked along her womanhood, its tip emerging from her belly like she had a cock of her own. Her fingertips jointly stroked his glans and her clit as she slid slightly away from him, letting the arrow shaped head glide back in her softness until she could feel it just start to push inward past the muscular ring that protected her innermost being. Wriggling her hips slightly, she raised her left leg to give him more access and she was rewarded when a good four inches slipped easily into her cunt, pushing her softness aside and filling her with his size. She heard a soft "Uhhhnhhh" from him as his hand slid upward to cup and stoke her breast gently, cradling her firmness in the palm of his hand while his fingers curled easily around the base. Aware that he was at least partially awake, she scooted forward so that, as she tilted her hips again, he could slide straight into her womanhood, buried to the balls in her wetness. Hooking her left foot behind his knee, she began to gently rock back and forth, feeling the head of his prick pushing against her cervix with each motion, the foreskin peeling back to form a ring that she could feel as a separate entity caressing the walls of her cunt as she felt the involuntary contractions of her muscles squeezing the blood into his prick, enlarging and strengthening it even more. Taking her right hand, slippery with the juices that flowed from her cunt, she reached through her legs to touch and stroke his scrotum, feeling the eggs beginning to rise as the bag contracted. With her other hand she grasped his and drove it into her tit, digging her fingernails into the back of his hand in her passion. Almost in reflex of the pain he clasped her nipple between thumb and finger and began to squeeze while turning and twisting it, remembering her desire for rough treatment earlier in the evening. Driven by her passion, she was a whirlwind of motion, her hips sawing back and forth as she impaled herself on his manhood, forcing his prick deep inside as she whipped her pelvis back and forth, teeth clenched as she searched for her orgasm. The pleasureable pain from her nipple radiated straight to her clit as her fingers began to stroke and pull on it directly, stimulating it beyond belief as she creamed her orgasm, her fluids gushing from her pussy and coating his balls with her sweetness. She contracted...she soared...she was above her body looking down and inward to see the gleaming head of his shaft embedded deep in her bowels. Her body spasmed with pleasure, her muscles grasping at the base of his shaft trying to draw out his pleasures too, pulling him along to join in her nirvana. As she felt herself coming down from the heights, she was aware that he had relaxed his grip on the turgid erections as his finger stroked and gently caressed the pain away. She could feel him, still erect and still massive within her, as she began to relax, and she was worried because he hadn't cum. As she turned her head, he anticipate her thoughts. "Just relax. It's okay. I don't have to cum every time. In fact, it will probably make it easier in the morning if I don't cum now. Just relax and try to go to sleep. If you want, I'll take him out so you can move." In response she put her hand on his ass and tried to pull him closer, not wanting to lose the closeness she felt with him inside her, a part of her, one being, one body, one thought. She felt him relax as her leg came back down, her pussy clasping tightly around his shaft as she tried to sleep, finally sated for the time being. * * * Coffee! She smelled coffee and she stretched like a cat, her lithe body coiling and uncoiling under the spread. Reaching back, she started! He was gone. As she rolled over in near panic he appeared at the door in a short robe carrying a tray with two cups of coffee. "Good morning, lovely lady. I see you finally got some sleep. I didn't know how you took your coffee, so I brought cream, sugar, and Equal." As she sat up in bed, instinctively she pulled the spread up under her arms, covering her breasts as she reached for her coffee. As he sat on the bed with one leg bent, she looked under the short robe and saw his prick lying along the sheet. Blushing, she looked at him, his eyes twinkling as he smiled, "See anything that interests you?" She looked down at her coffee, too confused to know how to answer his question. Hell yes she saw something that interested her. And she wanted it right inside her right now. As she looked up from beneath lowered lashes, she saw his hand moving toward the spread, taking the hem and pulling it gently from her. Lifting her arms slightly, the spread slip to her lap, baring her tits to his intent gaze. "You know, I really didn't get much of a chance to really look at you last night. Guess I was too intent on touching and making love. But you really do have fantastic tits. I love the way your nipples poke upward a little, sort of like a puppy's nose." His fingers traced the swelling of the underside of her breast as he felt her weight, her firmness, and her heat. "Does it feel good when I touch you like this? You're so soft and yet so hard at the same time. And your nipples are getting harder, aren't they. Look at them. See how hard they are. See. I can just barely get them to bend at all." By this time her mouth was open and her breath was coming in shallow pants, her entire concentration on the fingers that were touching her breast, caressing her nipple, stroking her and pleasuring her with his touch. Shyly she looked at him, "Would you do it to me again?" "Do what, Janie?" "You know. Kiss me like you did last night." "Kiss you? Kiss you where? On your lips? Your ear? Where do you want me to kiss you, Janie." "Like, between my legs." It was so soft that it was nearly a whisper. "Where between your legs? On your thigh? You need to be more explicit, Janie." "Oh GOD! On my pussy. I want you to kiss my pussy again." "Does the word 'pussy' embarrass you Janie?" "God yes! I never say that word except to other girls and even then I don't say it too often." "Well, if you want me to kiss it, you are going to have to shave it so that I can see it better. Would you let me shave your pussy Janie?" "Oh no! I've never shaved it. I'd look like a kid again if you shaved me down there. Please don't make me shave it." "Okay, I'll tell you what. Why don't we have breakfast and then see what happens." "All I have is my bikini, and that would feel funny to be sitting at the breakfast table in my bikini." "Why not let me dress you? Will you wear what I find for you?" At the nod of her head he rose and went to his dresser and searched in a drawer for a few seconds. Turning, he went to a door and unlocked it, opening it to Janie's surprised gasp. Inside were all sorts of leather outfits, whips, chains, and dildos, standing on the shelves and hanging from the walls. He reached in and brought her a velvet bag, dropping it in her lap as her returned to the closet, sure that she would comply with his unspoken command. When she opened the bag she found white leather worked with gold studs and thin gold chains. Taking it from the soft material, she identified a bra and garter belt, but no panties or anything else. She watched him walking back with a pair of black stockings in his hand, the end of his prick starting to emerge under the short hem of his robe. Taking the hose, she gracefully slid one foot into the thin material and slid it up the ivory columns of her legs, her hands massaging the soft skin as she smoothed the dark silk. As she started to enclose the other leg, she watched his eyes locked at the base of her stomach, so she put the leg high in the air, opening herself to his gaze as she rolled the sexy black stocking down toward the pink lips that had started to re- emerge between her thighs. Clasping the white belt around her waist, she rose and began to clip the straps to the darker tops when she became aware that he was barely breathing. Holding one strap out, she said, "Would you like to do this one?" His touch was nearly electric as his fingers brushed against the taut skin of her leg as he slipped the clip under the reinforced top. She dropped her hands to her side as she felt and watched him complete his task, his fingers smoothing and straightening the sensual garment as each strap was attached. She leaned over and picked up the remaining white leather garment and circled her stomach, hooking it in front and twisting it so the hook was in the back. As she pulled it up, she was aware of the suppleness and strength in the leather, its shiny white surface reflecting the sunlight streaming through the windows. When the bra was in place, she tried to cover her nipples with the cup before realizing that this was only a shelf bra and that her nipples lay bare and exposed as if they were on a serving tray. As she realized the effect that her attire had on him, she reached up to each nipple and began to pull it to greater attention and turgidity, licking her finger tips and stroking the wetness into the dark flesh, making it gleam along with the white leather. "I...like...I feel like a whore, you know. Like, you know, like somebody that..." "Go into the bathroom and wash off your makeup. When you get back, I'll see if I can fix it for you." As she stood at the sink, she couldn't help but look at herself in the mirror. The white leather was really sexy, and she loved the way the stockings looked on her legs, her hips were thrust forward so that her pelvis was in front, drawing attention that bounced from her nipples to her pubic patch. She scrubbed her face, giving it a rosy, healthy glow as she pulled her hair back into a pony tail and fastened it with a band she found in the drawer. Walking back into the room, she was aware of his eyes on her, just as they had been when she walked in last night. But now there were no bands of black to hide her nakedness. She felt her nipples tightening and lengthening and she instinctively covered her breasts and crotch with her hands before realizing that he had seen even more last night. As she walked to him, she held her head proudly, secure in the knowledge that she was desirable and sensual, especially in the sexy white leather. He was holding a simple sun dress with a sweetheart neckline that he handed her without comment. She stepped into the dress and turned so he could pull the zipper. When she turned again, she looked down and saw that the dress was cut very demurely. While her chest was bare, the neckline was far above her cleavage and the wide shoulder straps hid the white leather of the bra completely. Spying her mules beside the chair, she stepped into them and then twirled for him, the skirt flaring outward slightly and exposing her knees and a few inches of thigh. "Now you see. From outward appearances you are a very pretty young woman, but underneath, both of us know that you are a whore wearing whore's clothes and ready to fuck and suck like a whore." She blushed, not totally displeased with his words. "What are you going to wear?" His answer was to untie the robe, dropping it to the carpet and letting his massive cock stand proudly outward. He reached down and stroked the shaft, pulling the loose skin from the head as he watched her eyes watching his hand. He turned and went back to the closet. She watched as he circled his waist with a belt of some kind and donned a black leather vest with shiny silver studs set along the edges. When he turned back she gasped audibly. His cock and balls were encased in a black leather sock that looked like the old time signs of a hand pointing directions. * * * After breakfast, she rose and took the plates and put them in the sink, returning to the table where she sat in his lap. As her lips caressed his ear, she whispered, "Now are you going to eat me?" "Let's go back upstairs and shave that little pussy of yours, shall we?" And this time she was afraid to refuse. As she stripped off the dress and skimpy underwear, she steeled her mind to let him do what he wanted. She didn't want another spanking, but she wasn't ready to let him go until he had licked her and fucked her again. Her cunt was slightly sore but she felt a loneliness, an emptyness inside her that only his cock could fill. And she would not leave until she had been filled! He led her to the bath where he had already filled the sunken tub with warm, scented water. He stepped in first and helped her to descend. As she bent her knees, the water rose to her neck as she sat between his legs on the side of the tub, the sweet smell of flowers wafting upward in the steam. When he reached out a pushed a button, she felt the bubbles caressing her body like thousands of little fingers, each bubble stimulating a different part of her until she was a quivering mass of want, her nipples and clit now so hard they nearly ached with desire. She felt his hands slide under her thighs as he lifted and turned her so that her cunt was directly in front of the main stream, its force bending the tender lips of her cunt as she felt it push into her hidden womanhood. As she lay back in his arms, suddenly the stream hit her clit directly, the force of the bubbles on that sensitive bud driving her over the top as she spasmed and moaned her pleasure. She felt his fingers spreading her lips as the stream drove deeper into the recesses of her desire, bringing her to another, higher plateau that burst with starshells in front of her eyes. She slowly became aware that she was in his lap again, the bubble stream blowing past her knees. Turning her head, she kissed him, thanking him for her pleasures. "I felt like the scrubbing bubbles had me. You know the ones? The ones that run all over the tub with the brushes churning the dirt away? It felt like billions of those all over my cunt when you did that." He helped her to climb out of the tub, and showed her how to recline on the carpet with her legs dangling into the warm water. Reaching behind, he took a can and sprayed her pussy with soapy lather, rubbing it in with his fingers as he stroked her gently along the sides of her cunt lips, carefully avoiding the sensitive inner lips. She waited for him to start to shave her, but he just kept rubbing the gel into her cunt, his fingers gently pulling on the hairs as if he was reluctant to shave them. She could feel her lips swelling with desire, growing out from their hidden recess to punctuate the whiteness with their redness. Finally she felt him move away and reach for a box of tissues. Taking a tissue, he grasped her hair and pulled gently, coming away with a whole clump of her pubic covering. Sighing, she lay back and concentrated on the sensations of the gentle tugging and occasional sharp pain as a hair not completed depilated was pulled free. When he had worked his way completely between her legs and approaching her ass, she felt a rougher texture on her skin, and she rose up to watch. He had a towel in his hands and was scrubbing her skin to remove the last few tendrils of her maiden hair, leaving her pussy bare and pink from the abrasion. When he was finished, he handed her a magnifying mirror so that she could see herself, baby bare and smooth, naked as a young girl but with the desires and development of a woman. As he soothed baby oil into the naked area of her cunt, she felt the heat rising again, and she watched as the nearly white bud poked out at the top of her slit. As he pushed her back to a fully reclining position, she sighed with pleasure as she felt his hands spreading her thighs even further as he bent to let his tongue flick quickly across the whole front of her crotch, tasting the scented oil he had spread earlier. As she watched in the mirror, his fingers spread her lips, opening her vulnerable innermost softness to him. She jumped as she felt his tongue start to flick up and down in the pinkness, drawing the wetness from her cunt up and across the tender lips and clit. She pulled her legs even further back, making her hole like a well, weeping its sweetness to his mouth as he tried to fuck his tongue deep inside her loveliness. "Put your legs behind your head again, darling, and let me see you completely open and vulnerable." She dropped the mirror and grabbed a handful of hair, forcing his mouth into her cunt, grinding it back and forth in her pleasure. She became aware of a new sensation. His finger was in her ass, gently pushing back and forth and creating a new desire and a new feeling as her puckered anus accepted the new intruder. She shut her eyes and concentrated on her cunt and ass, feeling each and every taste bud as it twitched across her clit, each whorl of his fingertip as it twisted in her ass. She screamed. His teeth found her clit and grazed it as his finger drove its entire length past the resisting sphincter. Her body shook and twisted, searching for more and trying to evade at the same time. She could hear the slurping as he sucked her essence from the depths, quenching his own thirst at her spring of love. As she started to relax, he forced two fingers into her cunt, the force of the fingers squishing out more love juice to run down her ass and drip into the carpet. She screamed again. All she could think of was her cunt. Her entire existence was wrapped up in that fount of womanhood. She thought she would lose her mind as the pressures of his fingers brought her to one peak after another, punctuated with the staccato pressures of his tongue on her clit. * * * Later, when they returned to the master bedroom, she walked to the bed and lay down, inviting him to join her and put his cock in her body. "Please fuck me. I want to feel you inside me again like last night." "I want you to do something for me, Janie. You said you were a gymnast. I have always wanted a gymnast to do a split right over my cock and slide down my pole until I was completely buried in her. Would you do that for me? Would you do a split on my cock?" Her eyes brightened. She knew she could give him something new, something he hadn't had before. She rose and walked to where he was lying in the middle of the floor, holding his massive prick like a flagpole, a faint drop of moisture emerging from the slit in the pink head. As she straddled him, she reached down to spread her pussy lips, opening herself to him, letting him see the beauty of her cunt as she let her feet glide to the sides, slowly dropping toward his spear. With practiced muscular control, she paused when she was only an inch from the head of his cock and waited. "Please, Janie, please don't stop now." She smiled as she let herself descend a few more inches, until the heated rod was poking at her defenses, the juice from her opening dribbling down the side of his cock as she opened even further, feeling the start of the spreading, stuffing feeling which she remembered with passionate desire. She dropped an inch and waited, watching his eyes close with pleasure. Rocking slightly, she wriggled back and forth a little to lubricate his shaft a little more as she completed her impalement, her crotch smashing into his as she felt him nearly to her throat, completely and totally within her cunt, her cervix being pushed upward by the head of his cock. "Oh GOD! That feel so wonderful...just like I thought it would." She could feel the spasms as he clinched and relaxed the muscles in his crotch, his cock jumping inside her as he did. Putting her hands beside his shoulders, she leaned forward and kissed him, her tongue fucking into his mouth just as he was fucking into her pussy. "Can you hold that position?" His words were muffled by her tongue. As she nodded, she felt his hands on her hips, rocking her back and forth an inch, then two inches, then finally completely in and out, balancing herself on her feet and hands. She never felt so full before as he drove himself into her defenseless vagina, his massive prick shoving her walls aside easily as he continued to fuck her. Suddenly he jerked and shoved himself hard inside her cunt, holding her in that position as she felt spasm after spasm flood her with his cum, the additional lubrication making it easier to slide back and forth on his cock. She could feel his desire and pleasure flowing into her body as she continued to suck his tongue, trying to draw his pleasure into herself as she felt him begin to fade, to lose the massive stiffness that had brought her so much joy. She pulled her feet beside her and got on her knees, rising up and hearing him slop out of her with a juicy 'pop,' his cock slapping against his belly, glistening with the combination of their juices. As she looked between her legs, she saw his cum, white and stringy, dripping from her hole onto his crotch, making a trail of stickiness across the muscular expanse. She clenched her muscles and was rewarded with a renewed flow of cum, mixed with her own, that rained down on him. By twisting slightly, a large dollop landed right on the head of his cock, causing it to twitch with pleasure as he watched what she was doing. Exhausted, she collapsed on his chest, feeling his arms go around her to enfold her in his warmth. Looking up at him, she whispered, "How soon before we can do it again?" "Do you really use all of this?" Janie asked as she stood in the doorway of the large locked closet, her fingers trailing through the braids of a cat-o'-nine hanging near the opening. "Occasionally my wife and I use these, either on each other or on some of our friends who join us. We find that the uniqueness makes for better loving." She picked up two "H" shaped instruments from a shelf. "What are these used for?" "Those are nipple clamps, Janie. They squeeze and constrict nipples." "Show me how they work." He took one from her hand and rubbed it across her left nipple, the metallic coldness causing her nipple to protrude even further. As she watched, he put the top of the "H" against her areola and began to turn the thumbwheel in the bottom of the tool. She could see the top begin to close on her nipple, just barely compressing the turgid bud. As he paused, she looked at him and said softly, "Go ahead. I kinda like to have my nipples squeezed and everything." He turned the wheel one more revolution and she saw her nipple begin to change shape into an oval instead of a circle. With the next revolution, she could feel the pressure starting to change from strange to painful. Before he completed the third revolution of the wheel, she drew her breath in sharply as she felt the pain start to radiate through her body. "Wait just a second and let me get used to it...it feels so strange and different, like little metal teeth biting my tittie...okay, go ahead and turn it some more." She watched in fascination as the coloration of her nipple changed, becoming nearly white around the jaws and a deep red elsewhere. She could feel the pulsations of pain throbbing through her breast, with arrows of sympathy shooting from the other nipple in harmony. "Wait! Now do the other one," she panted, her tongue flicking out to wet her lips as she felt her cunt start to weep with passion, fluids starting to flood from her hole and trickle down her thighs. Unconsciously her hand went to the juncture of her smooth thighs, the scissored digits extending down each side of the hard white bud that protruded from the pink gash. Because she was too dry, she brought the fingers to her lips and licked the tips, her saliva glistening in the morning sun as her hand descended again, this time well-lubricated. Before starting to clamp her other nipple in the tool, he took her hand and led her to the full length mirror set into the wall near the bathroom entrance. Standing behind her, he reached forward and let his fingers caress the bulging outline of her tortured nipple as he breathed in her ear, "Touch yourself, Janie. Let your fingers play with your clit while you watch in the mirror. See how it pokes out? Like a beautiful white rose bud in pink petals. Stroke it and roll it back and forth while I put this on here." As the clamp compressed her nipple Janie's legs gave way and she slumped to her knees, her legs spread as her fingers continued their insistent cunt massage. When the clamp was firmly set, Jack's fingers gently pulled each clamp, twisting and contorting the tortured nipples as Janie's mouth hung open, her breath coming in shallow gasps as she drove for her climax, the pleasure bursting over her like a thunder storm of emotions, pain and pleasure mixing until she couldn't tell one from the other. "Oh God," she whispered, "my tits feel like they're on fire. My cunt is aching for something. Give me something to put in my cunt." Each time she started to plateau and slow her motions, he would do something else to her nipples; pulling, twisting, pushing inward, or slapping the clamps gently, driving her to greater and greater heights of pleasure until she could feel the juices literally running down her thighs to drip onto the carpet. He pushed her onto her back, her legs spread obscenely beneath her with her feet trapped in the small of her back. Moving swiftly, he slid between her thighs and inserted his cock into the streaming entrance to her mysterious hidden womanhood. Her back arched up with pleasure, her training as a gymnast permitting her to raise her hips a full eight inches off the floor so he could drive her depths with no barriers. As his cock plumbed her depths rhythmically her breath came in ragged pants, air being forced out by his plunge, recovering as he slid nearly out of her juicy cunt, only to plunder her depths again and again until he grabbed her hips and held himself deep inside her, flooding her with his love. She could feel every contraction of his cock as he swelled and pulsed inside her, the flow of his juices mixing with her own and forming a white froth at the base of his cock. Holding her hips, he let her move her legs out from beneath her body as he fell forward onto her body, the pressures of his chest on the torturing clamps causing her to cry out with pain and shock, her cunt clasping his manhood firmly with the reaction to the surprise. Later, when he had softened and he had gently removed the clamps, his gentle sucking of the blood back into the buds causing a pang of sharp pain, she rolled to her side and looked at him with big, innocent eyes. "What else do you have in there?" "Do you want more, darling? Do you want to feel one of the whips on your skin? Do you want me to tie you up and use one of the whips on your tits?" Her moan was all the answer he needed. Standing, he took another key from the dresser and, with his arm around her waist, walked with her to a door set in another wall of the bedroom. After he unlocked the two locks he said, "Now close your eyes darling. Let me help you walk in the room, but don't open your eyes until I tell you to." She could feel cold stone on the balls of her feet and there seemed to be an echo as she walked forward unsteadily, her breathing seemingly amplified in the chamber. "Okay Janie, you can open your eyes." An uncontrollable gasp escaped her lips. She was in a dungeon, or it looked like a dungeon. Stone walls and floor displayed various chains and ropes, and around the room were various pieces of "furniture," or what looked to be strange furniture. With wide eyes she turned to him, questions in the shape of her brow. "This is our play room. Whenever we feel like we're getting stale, we open this up and play. Sometimes we bring our friends in here and let them play with us, but this is the first time I've opened the room when my wife wasn't here to play at the same time. Look around Janie. I have some of nearly everything here. Do you see anything you'd like to try? Maybe some of the chains to fasten you to the wall? Or a whipping horse for your fanny?" While he talked, she walked around the room, touching the chains and ropes, her fingers trailing across the furniture, feeling the leather and shackles that were so prominent on each. "What did you do the last time you were in here?" "Well, we had a niece of mine here for a visit, and we strapped her to this bench and whipped her little titties and cunny until she nearly broke the straps with her climax. Why? Does that interest you? Would you like for me to do that for you?" In response she walked to the bench and sat on its convex surface, leaning back so that she was bowed from hip to shoulder. "If it hurts too much," she said in a soft, nearly inaudible whisper, "will you stop if I ask?" "I will tell you what I am going to do before I do it. If you don't want me to, I'll quit right there. But, once you agree, then I will complete whatever I promised, no matter how much you beg or cry. Do you understand that, Janie? I don't want to force you to do anything you don't want, but sometimes it's even more exciting to know that, no matter how much you want, you can't stop me." Saying that, he knelt beside her and kissed her gently on the lips, letting his tongue flick out at hers as his hands encircled her wrists with the dark leather straps at the head of the bench, attaching them to the wooden bar at her head. He used similar straps to spread her legs about four feet apart and strapped them to another wooden bar, leaving her free to move, but not to get up or away. When he returned to the room, he was carrying a funny looking whip. It looked like threads of silk attached to a two foot wooden handle. When he put it between her legs and slowly let the ends touch her skin as he moved upward he said, "This is a titty whip, darling. While it doesn't look dangerous, the thin threads will make your tits feel like they're on fire without doing any real damage to your skin other than to make your titties red. Now I'm going to start with ten to each tit. Are you ready, my lovely slave?" As she nodded hesitantly, he swished the whip across her left tit, the sound of the threads making a whisper as they caressed her skin, but the burning sensation caused her to jerk upward, surprised at the feeling. "You will have to remain still, darling, or I'll have to chain the rods down." As the whip encircled her right tit her hands flew upward toward her chest, trying to get at her breast to massage the hurt. He reached for a chain and pulled the rod taut, stretching her upper body across the padded surface and immobilizing her arms. Stepping between her legs, he connected the rod to another chain that stretched her entire body, bringing her tits into greater prominence, and making the sharp hip bones stand out from the tanned softness of her belly. His hand slid gently across her smooth skin, touching her from thigh to rib cage as he massaged her softness. "Only nine more to go, Janie. Are you ready now?" Through her closed eyes leaked big drops of moisture as the tit whip struck again and again, reddening and burning the surface with each blow. When he had finished with the tenth one, her mouth was open and she was panting with pleasure, her cunt feeling like it was on fire just as her tits were. "Oh GOD! Do me more! Do my cunt like that. Whip my clitty with that damn thing and make me cum." With a side arm motion, his hand rose and fell five times in quick succession, the thin tendrils of thread insinuating themselves into the pinkness of her spread lips as he burned her crotch with the soft whip. Stretched as tight as she was, the last blow brought a massive orgasm, her body shaking as if in palsy as her voice rose an octave above normal as she screamed her pleasure and release. As she slowly came down from the high, she opened her eyes to his massiveness stretched out over her defenseless face as he stroked his hard prick in front of her nose and lips. As she watched, the scrotum contracted and she saw the balls being brought tight against his crotch as his hand worked faster and faster, sliding the loose skin up and down over the ridge of his glans, his mouth open and a small line of saliva drooling down his chin. Finally his hand stopped moving and held the shaft near the head, his fingers milking the muscle as a thin line of semen dripped from the slit onto her lips. Quickly her tongue flicked out to taste the wetness, drawing it into her mouth as he continued to milk his cock into her beautiful young face. After he had released her from the straps and they were sitting in the bedroom, drinking orange juice laced liberally with vodka, she asked him, "Can I come back some time and play some more? I never felt it like when you do me. And even the hurt feels good when you do it." As he handed her some running shorts and a cut off top to go over her bikini, he got her phone number and told her that, "We often have to go out and have to hire a babysitter. But sometimes we hire a babysitter and we never go out. If you are willing, maybe I can use you when my wife comes home. Maybe you can even get to play with her if she's in one of her submissive moods and not in her bitchy mood." 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