PART ONE

The time, six months ago. The scene, the local YMCA.

There I was, a 6 foot, 265 pound blob of 40 year old
insecurity and bruised ego, struggling to keep up with the rest
of the aerobics class. Sweat stung my eyes and pain radiated
from my bad knee — neither sensation was particularly noticable
compared to the pounding of my heart and the gasping sounds of my
labored breathing. Pride was the only thing which kept me on my
feet and moving.

I could tell that the instructor was watching me,
waiting for me to collapse — or perhaps trying to figure out
what I was doing in her class. It wasn’t an advanced aerobics
class, but it was more than what a beginner like me should have
been in. I signed up knowing only that I needed some structured
exercise — no one told me what I was getting into, or, more
probably, I wasn’t paying attention. Now, I was too proud to
admit that I was in a little over my head. Yes, the instructor,
a rather nicely put together brunette who appeared to be about 19
or 20, was definitely looking at me.

Locking down my newly discovered determination
(developed after months of intense therapy — more on that later
if it becomes relevant), I compromised slightly by not doing
quite as much as my classmates and eventually made it through the
session without a miocardial infarction.

After we finished, the instructor, Lisa, walked right
up to me as I was headed for the showers.

“You’re John, aren’t you?” she asked.

“That’s me all right.” What a clever response, I
thought. “I suppose you’re wondering what a blimp like me is
doing in your class, eh?”

“No, not at all. I know perfectly well what you’re
doing in my class. And I want to talk to you about that. Are
you busy right now?”

Raunchy big-boobed blonde screwed by an ebony dude on a sofa;;;;

“No, as a matter of fact. After my shower I was just
planning to go home and collapse,” I said, laughing.

She laughed too. “Well, if you could put off
collapsing for a little bit, I was going to suggest a cup of
coffee at Perkins ™.”

“Do you have coffee with all of your overweight and out
of shape students?”

“No, not usually, but something tells me I should have
a cup with you.”

I nearly said no. Since I am telling this story, I can
stop right here and explain that. For those waiting for the
juicy sex scene, wait a little while and I will try to make it
worth it for you to keep reading.

If you’ll recall, I said at the top that I was 40. An
18 year marriage collapsed under me a year earlier. My fault –
I never dealt with my father’s alcoholism and its effects on me.
Denial was a way of life. I became more and more unrelatable to
my wife and my two kids. Alcohol is only one escape from life.
There are many others. Food was one of mine. My divorce was a
real wake up call. I nearly lost my job and everything else in
my life without dealing with my problems, but when I lost my
family, well, that was something that really got to me.

I got into therapy and began to deal with all the
things going on inside my head. But I still wasn’t into
relationships. Too many wounds, many self inflicted, had left my
heart encased in some pretty tough scar tissue. That’s why I
hesitated a little before saying yes to Lisa’s invitation.

“Sure. Sounds great. I’ll meet you in the lobby in 15
minutes.”

Cut to a Perkins. Any Perkins. They all look pretty
much the same. A freshly showered couple sits in a booth at the
back of the resturant. Small talk ensues.

“You said you knew why I took your class,” I said, by
way of transition to the real reason we were here, “What did you
mean by that?”

“You’re trying to prove something to yourself. Recover
your lost manhood. Go back to the time when you were young and
in shape. You felt better then. You want to recapture that.”

“I’ve lost my manhood, eh? What makes you think so?”

“I know who you are. My sister took a college course
from you once, which may explain why you said I look familiar to
you, though you couldn’t place me. I know a little bit about
what’s been going on in your life. Your divorce, for instance.”

“I’d be careful with that if I were you. It’s still a
touchy subject for me.” I gave her a moment to digest that. “So
I want to recapture my youth. I didn’t think 40 was all that
old, compared let’s say, to 80. Let’s assume for the moment that
you are right. So what.”

“It’s the wrong reason for you to be in the class. You
don’t belong in this group anyway – - I checked at the desk and
they put you in this class by mistake – - you should be doing
lower impact aerobics until you work yourself back into some sort
of shape.”

“So, what would you consider a good reason for me to
take your class?”

“Because you want to sleep with the instructor.”

She said it with a straight face. I’m sure my chin
dropped all the way to my chest before I recovered my composure.
I started to laugh, thinking that she was joking, and was cut off
in mid gufaw by the serious look on her face.

“You’re kidding, right?”

“No, I’m not. There’s only one way you’re going to get
through this class, John, and I’m telling you what it is. You’re
going to have to believe that when it’s all over, there’s going
to be a reward.”

“I’m a little confused.” Wow, what a master of
understatement.

She smiled. I’m sure that I was red as a beet. I was
embarassed and very close to getting angry with her. If this was
some sort of elaborate tease, it was a cruel one for sure.

“That’s true enough. Most men are. Tell me, how long
has it been since you felt attractive?”

Well. That certainly caught me by surprise. To be
honest, I don’t know if I’ve ever felt attractive. Not
physically anyway. Growing up I had some real conflicting needs
- – the need for attention, yet wanting to blend in to the
background. I wanted people to be close to, but I wouldn’t let
them in. That’s probably why my marriage failed – - my wife could
never get inside of my head because I wouldn’t let her. Some
sort of trust thing. Well, anyway, I had to come up with some
sort of answer….

“A while.” Wow, another pithy comment.

“I thought so. Did you know that when you were my
sister’s teacher in college that she had the hots for you
something fierce?”

“No way!” I remember my ex-wife warning me about all
the coeds who would get the hots for me and try to ‘make the
grade’ so to speak. I used to laugh, point at myself, and say,
“Yeah, right. Just look at me, Joe Stud.”

“She did. She used to tell me about it all the time.
The only reasons she didn’t hit on you then were that you were
married at the time and she knew what kind of negative effect
teacher-student relationships can have on faculty members. But
she used to tell me her fantasies, and believe me, she was hot
for you. By the way, if you ever tell her I told you this, I’ll
kill you.”

“That’s incredible. But what’s the point?”

“The point, John, is that you are trying to make
yourself physically appealing because that’s what you think all
women want. And the reason you think that way is that that’s
what men look for in a woman. Admit it. If I were 40 pounds
overweight you and I would not be having this conversation would
we?”

“If you were 40 pounds overweight, you wouldn’t be an
aerobics instructor, either, but yes, I guess you’re right. So?”

“Some women are turned on by a man’s personality,
believe it or not, and can even overlook some pretty major
physical flaws. Ever wonder why Christie Brinkley married Billy
Joel?”

“So, are you trying to tell me that I turn you on,
somehow, right now even though I look more like Dom Deluise than
Burt Reynolds?”

“Not quite. But my sister and I are a lot alike. I
think that if I spent some time with you, I could become very
attracted to you. One thing you should realize is that a lot of
those blow dried body building types are so stuck on themselves
that they make lousy lovers. Other kinds of guys, more like you,
are more attentive to their partner’s needs and can actually be
more satisfying sexually.”

I was flattered to say the least. My self esteem was
growing by leaps and bounds. But I was waiting for the other
shoe to drop. No, sir. This wasn’t going to be happening the
way it looked. No beautiful female like the one sitting across
the table was going to get the hots for me all of a sudden. And
even if she did, I was sure that it would be a short
relationship, particularly when she got a load of my lack of
staying power — though if she liked getting head, it might make
up for it — I’m very good at that.

“But, (here it comes, I thought) there’s a catch.”

“I knew it.”

“You do need to get into shape, and not just so you’ll
be some sexy middle aged stud either,” she laughed, taking the
sting out of the jibe, “but for your health. And, by the way,
being in shape will make you a better lover to boot. So, here’s
what I’m proposing. You attend my class regularly — but don’t
try to keep up with everyone, just go your own pace — and do
something about your food intake, and I think you’ll start to see
some results. It might help to do nautilus along with the
aerobics to shape your body a little as you take the weight off.
Now, the good part. I am confident that if you work at it, you
can get to where you want to be, physically, in about six months.
Between now and then, we’ll keep meeting for coffee and getting
to know one another a little better. If you’ve been faithful to
the physical regime for six months and make your goal weight (I
had told her it was 200 lbs even) you and I will spend a weekend
at a cabin I inherited from my grandparents. It’s in a very
secluded location on a beautiful lake not far from here.”

Incentive? This had to be it. I agreed to her terms.
Hell, even if I didn’t end up making love to her, I would be in
somewhat better shape then I was right now. But it was going to
be a long six months.

PART TWO

That conversation happened six months ago. Through
some changes in my nutritional habits and the physical effort
required by my aerobics class and daily walks of about 5 miles or
so (along with some nautilus sessions two or three times per
week), I have achieved my goal weight and I am in the best shape
of my adult life.

Believe it or not, after the first few sessions, I
began to enjoy the aerobics workouts for their own sake, rather
than just because I thought I might get into the instructor’s
pants. Over the three month period we occasionally went out for
coffee after a workout session, but the subject of her cabin in
the woods and what we might do there did not come up for further
discussion.

That’s why I was kind of surprised when I opened my
mail today. There was a card with a note inside and a map. The
note said “Every Good Boy Deserves A Favor” (which also happens
to be the title of my favorite ‘Moody Blues’ album) and it was
signed “Your Breathless With Anticipation Aerobics Instructor”.
The map showed the route to a lake near the city where I live.
There were written instructions on the back of the map.

I laughed. She hadn’t been kidding. I threw some
things into a duffle bag and headed for the lake.

It was a beautiful drive. Early June in our part of
the world can either be great or horrible. This had been a great
June so far and it promised to be a great weekend to be at the
lake. I couldn’t have cared less about the weather, though,
since I planned on spending most of my time indoors.

I was a little nervous. I hadn’t been intimate with a
woman other than my wife since 1973 and she was the only one with
whom I had ever had sexual intercourse. I may not have been very
relatable, but I was definitely monogomous. So, I didn’t know
how things were going to go, and I really wanted to please Lisa.

Following the instructions on the back of the map, I
soon found my way up the long winding drive to the top of the
hill overlooking the lake where Lisa’s “cabin” was. Some cabin.
Three bedrooms, including a master suite with a jacuzzi on a deck
overlooking the lake. Big living room with a field stone fire
place. Lots of comfortable looking furniture and hardwood
floors. Lots of glass facing the lake. Large boathouse with
what appears to be living quarters above. Space for two or three
boats. One, a large inboard is tied up to the dock.

Lisa came out to meet me when I pulled up to the car
port. She looked great in a pair of shorts and a halter top. A
five foot nine inch vision of firm, healthy flesh topped with
that beautiful brown hair (you can have your blondes — I’ll
take brunettes every time).

“You made it! I wasn’t sure you’d come.”

She ran over to my side of the car and grabbed me in a
big hug as soon as I got out.

“Who could resist an invitation like that? Of course I
came.”

“I’m glad. This has been a long six months for me.”

“Oh? Why?”

“While you’ve been dieting and exercising, I’ve been
completely celibate. I haven’t even masturbated.”

I was a little startled by this admission, masturbation
not usually being a subject I discuss with women.

“What about you?”

“Lisa, if you’re serious about going through with this
reward thing, you’ll be the second woman to whom I’ve made love
in my lifetime, and since I outgrew masturbation about the same
time my voice changed for good, I’d say that I’m in about the
same shape as you.”

“Good. Now, give me that bag and I’ll show you
inside.”

She gave me a quick tour of the place, ending back in
the living room. The mid afternoon sun was shining through the
pine trees making dancing patterns on the living room floor.
Lisa was holding both of my hands in hers and we were facing each
other in front of the fire place. By mutual consent and without
words we moved together. My arms went around her waist and hers
went around mine. Our mouths met in a light kiss — just lip
contact. Her perfume, light and sweet but not overpowering, came
up to greet me.

“You smell delicious,” I murmured into her ear.

“You smell like a man. A man that I very much want to
make love to right now.”

Our mouths met again and this time we held the kiss,
our tongues beginning to dance with one another, probing,
piercing, licking. Our bodies pressed together. I could feel
her breasts pressing against me. I know she had to be able to
feel my erect member pressing against her.

The kiss finally broke. She disengaged herself from my
embrace and began to walk out of the room. I followed. Within
moments we were in the master suite, standing by the king size
bed, embracing once more.

I found the tie at the back of her halter top and
untied it. She backed away and allowed it to fall to the floor
in front of her, barring her breasts to me for the first time. I
moaned with lust at their beauty. This was no frustrated
anorexic exercise freak. This was a healthy adult woman who
respected her body enough to take care of it and who also had a
great body to begin with.

Her breasts were perfect. They projected straight out
from her chest without any hint of sag. While obviously well
supported by underlying muscle, they were not the breasts of a
body builder. Her light brown areolae were capped with nipples
which stood out from the surrounding flesh like the tips of small
fingers.

She allowed my inspection to continue for a few
moments, and then, “My turn,” she said, pulling my t-shirt out of
my jeans and over my head. We embraced once more, each gasping
as our flesh met skin to skin for the first time. Her nipples,
hardened with arousal, dug into my flesh like two points of
flame. We kissed again and my hands were all over her back,
stroking, kneading, caressing.

I worked my hands down under the waistband of her
shorts and discovered that she was wearing no panties. I cupped
her ass cheeks, enjoying the firm, yet feminine texture. Her ass
muscles clenched and unclenched as she ground herself against my
erection which was almost painfully trapped inside my jeans.

Pulling my mouth away from hers, I began to kiss her
face lightly and then her neck, gradually moving down to her
upper chest just to the point where her breasts began to slope
outward. She moaned with anticipation. My hands also moved
lower, taking her shorts down with them — but slowly, teasingly.

I began to kiss the upper portion of her breasts,
alternating between each one, careful to avoid her nipples which
looked like they might burst at any second. Meanwhile, my hands
had pushed Lisa’s shorts below her knees and they fell to the
floor. She quickly stepped out of them.

My hands, now free to roam where they would began to
lightly explore everything within reach while my mouth continued
to teasingly caress Lisa’s lovely tits. Her own hands came up
and cupped her swollen globes from underneath, offering the erect
tips for my oral inspection. Not wanting to frustrate her more
than was necessary, I accepted her offer.

Mouth, tongue, light nips with the inscisors, gentle
squeezing from my hands, I worked on her breasts for several
minutes until I felt Lisa take my head in her hands and pull me
back up.

“Enough,” she gasped, her voice husky with her passion,
“I don’t think I can stand up for much longer.”

Stepping backward, she sat on the edge of the bed,
pulling me with her by the front of my jeans. She quickly undid
the belt and then the buttons. Her hands were shaking and she
had some trouble with them, but I decided to let her do it on her
own. She pushed the jeans to my ankles. I stepped out of them.
My erection, barely contained by my shorts, was now right in
front of her face.

Lisa looked up at me and smiled as she worked her
fingers inside the waistband of my jockeys. In another moment
they joined my jeans by the side of the bed. Her hands flew to
my cock, grasping it firmly, squeezing and pumping — seemingly
measuring its length and thickness, testing the firmness of my
maleness.

Precum was oozing from the tip of my cock and she
slowly moved her face toward it. Her tongue came out. She began
to lick the glistning discharge, obviously relishing its salty
taste and slimy texture.

“Beautiful,” she whispered.

Without another word she slipped the head of my cock
into her warm, wet mouth, her tongue busily scrubbing the
sensitive flesh on the underside of my cockhead, then moving all
around to provide a slick coat of saliva.

Still holding the base in one hand, Lisa removed my
cock from her mouth and began licking it all over. Her right
hand squeezed my shaft firmly and rythmicly while her left hand
gently caressed my secret sack.

The combination of her lips, tongue, mouth, and hands
soon had me breathing hard, but I knew that there was no danger
of me ejaculating any time soon just from this, pleasant though
it was. I felt that it was time to move on to other things.
She could suck me off later if she wanted, but first, I wanted a
taste of what was hidden within her jade gate.

I placed my hands on her head and pulled her face up
for a kiss. Her sweet mouth was now flavored by my pre-cum and
the musk which naturally occurs on and near the male genitalia.
We were both breathing rather hard.

“Lisa, you have given me so much in the past few
months, and now here we are, right where you promised we would
be. I want to give you something special. Please lie back on
the bed and relax. And don’t be afraid to tell me what you
want.”

“All right, John,” she smiled as she followed my
instructions, displaying herself provocatively on the large bed.
I took a moment to drink in the sight. She looked so beautiful
laying there, anticipating what I might do next. She had
obviously been getting a little sun, and she must not have had
much for a bikini, judging from the tan lines and the nearly
complete lack of hair at the junction of her thighs. My heart
was in my throat as I crawled up on the bed next to her.

Peformance anxiety? I’ll say. I wanted so much for
this scene to be perfect for her that I almost blew it. Luckily,
I remembered the mental exercises which I had learned in therapy
and quickly regained control of myself, all the while lightly
caressing Lisa’s flawless skin in a seemingly random way. Her
body trembled slightly at my touch and a small moan escaped her
lips as my hands reached the swell of her breasts and lingered
there a moment lightly teasing the swollen buds which crowned
them.

She was moving her legs restlessly, pressing her thighs
together. I caught a whiff of her excitement, the unmistakable
odor of a female in heat. Like the smell of a hot meal to a
starving man the scent drew me, but I resisted. It would be too
easy to just spread her legs and dive in, satisfying my craving
for pussy juice, and probably giving her a good climax as well,
but I wanted this to be more than a few licks and a quick cum for
both of us. This beautiful, intelligent, sexy woman had given me
back my self respect and I wanted to make this special for her.

I leaned over her, a hand on the bed on either side of
her shoulders, and then I kissed her. The kiss started out as a
very gentle oral caress of her lips, my tongue darting, teasing,
probing. Gradually it deepened and I felt her arms encircle my
back, her hands pulling me down until I was laying half on the
bed and half on top of her. It was a long, deep, wet kiss — the
kind Kevin Costner talked about in “Bull Durham” — and it lasted
until we both had to come up for air.

But I didn’t stop kissing her, I just quit kissing her
mouth. My lips and tongue were busy all over her face, giving
her little, quick, light kisses and then moving on to kiss and
lick the soft skin of her lovely neck. I could feel her pulse
throbbing just beneath her skin and I imagined for a moment that
I was a vampire, about to dine on the rich life giving blood
surging through her veins.

I raised up then and gently rolled her over, moving her
hair aside to allow me to attack the soft skin there. Her
breathing and the low cooing and occasional gasps told me I was
on the right track. I’ve never known a woman for which the back
of the neck is not a major league erogenous zone, and kissing or
licking this area has never failed as a foreplay technique, for
me anyway, your mileage may vary.

My hands, which were not idle, blazed a trail across
her perfect skin which my lips and tongue then followed, leaving
their own shining evidence of passage behind them. I rubbed,
kissed, licked, and caressed every square inch of her back and
down her sides, even to those portions of her breasts which were
exposed in this position.

As I approached her buttocks, I saw her spread her legs
slightly, as if in anticipation, but I was still not ready to
quit teasing and so I lightly glided over those splendid mounds
and concentrated on completely covering first one and then the
other leg with kisses from thigh to toe and back again, spending
a particularly long, and for her excruciating, time on the
sensitive skin at the backs of her knees. She had begun to hump
the bed, attempting to obtain some release by grinding her pubic
mound into the matress. Her musk was a rich perfume which
saturated the atmosphere of the room and it seemed to draw me to
its source. I moved my mouth northward, back up the backs of her
thighs and the closer I came to their junction, the wider Lisa
spread her legs, and the more of her powerful scent was released.
This made it difficult to resist simply crawling up between her
legs and shoving my trembling cock deep into her sopping slit. I
was intent, however, on tasting her first, and so I locked down
my control and continued working my lips and tongue up the inside
of first one thigh and then the other, until I had placed wet,
sloppy kisses in the crease on either side of her hot, pulsating
mound.

Each time my mouth contacted her warm, smooth skin, she
let out a little gasp or made a sharp intake of breath. I found
these little sounds incredibly arousing — maybe it was a power
thing, or maybe it was just knowing that she was taking pleasure
from something I had done, but it was a powerful aphrodisiac none
the less.

Her woman scent was strong, and my mouth watered in
anticipation as I held it over the slowly opening lips of her
pussy. My breath washed over her sex as I let it out slowly – - I
then inhaled deeply through my nose, soaking up her powerful
feminine odor, letting it fill my head and draw me in to her
molten center. Her cunt was an opening flower, her clitoris hard
and erect, poking cleanly from its sheath at the apex of her
slit. Both her inner and outer lips were swollen, her juices
glistening on the crenelated surface of her inner lips, and
creating a slick, shiny trail down her crease and coating the
surface of her crinkled brown asshole.

At last, I could resist no longer, and my tongue began
to tenderly probe the delicate folds of her sex. She moaned
loudly at the contact, and I moaned too, at the heat and taste of
her. I was going to make a gormet meal of this beautiful woman’s
pussy, displayed so marvelously before me. But I did have some
table manners, and so I did not just dive in and begin devouring
her like some barbarian savage — though my lust crazed brain was
urging just such a course. The time for devouring would come,
but for now, I was treating this lovely cunny as if it were a
delicate flower, needing special, loving, care.

My tongue lingered on each surface it touched,
carefully tracing the edges of her turgid inner labia, swabbing
gently, yet insistently, on the smooth skin between the major and
minor folds. She tasted wonderful, like no woman I had ever had
before. I carefully avoided her clitoris for the time being,
concentrating on exploring all of the other interesting areas of
her slit first.

She obviously enjoyed what I was doing, and displayed
this enjoyment through the little gasping and yipping sounds she
made as I found a new hot spot with my tongue and lips. She
wanted more, and she reached down and grabbed the backs of her
knees, pulling them up to her chest and then spreading them wide,
opening herself completly to my hungry gaze.

My tongue shot to the bottom of her slit, right up into
her juicy hole gathering her nectar and lapping it into my
waiting mouth. All subtlty was forgotten now as I gorged myself
on Lisa’s beautiful pussy. My hands were under her buttocks now,
pulling her up to my face, not that she wasn’t thrusting there
anyhow, but this way, I was able to control her movements and
maintain contact. My mouth was everywhere in her crotch.
Sucking her large outer lips between my own and lashing them with
my tongue, flicking the tip of my tongue across her now distended
clit, working over the top of her mound with my mouth. I
established no pattern in my attack, and so she did not achieve
the rhythm necessary for an orgasm. This was all a little bit of
a tease on my part, but I knew that she would quickly climax once
I really set out to produce one for her, and so I kept up my
onslaught. Looking up, through the V of her slit, I saw Lisa
grasping her tits, squeezing the nipples until I thought they’d
pop right off her chest. She was moaning and thrashing in my
grip.

“Make me cum…please…make me cum, baby…I need it
soooo bad…” she moaned.

Who could ignore a plea like that? I placed the tip of
my tongue directly on her clitoris and began to shake my head
from side to side, just like a dog working on a bone only much
faster. I knew that I couldn’t keep this up too long without
getting extremely dizzy, but I also knew it was just about
guaranteed to produce an explosive orgasm for Lisa. And I was
right on both counts. I was dizzy very quickly, and I heard
Lisa’s low moan turn into a scream as she crashed over the edge
of the orgasmic abyss. Her thighs locked around my head and her
hands pulled my face even tighter to her pussy. She acted like
she wanted to pull my whole head inside of her. I kept my tongue
moving on Lisa’s clit as much as I could and she continued to
climax for a number of minutes.

Finally, she pushed me away.

“Enough,” she gasped, “I can’t take any more.”

I crawled up between her legs, my face right in front
of hers, and kissed her right on the mouth. It was a test of
sorts. Some women don’t mind if you go down on them, as long as
you don’t try to kiss them afterwards (unless you wash your face
and brush your teeth). Lisas was not like this, and her lips
opened under mine, her tongue searching for her own unique flavor
on my mouth. She cleaned my face of her spend, and smiled weakly
up at me, her breath still coming in little, gasping, sobs.

“God, John. No one’s ever done that to me before. Not
like that, anyway.”

I smiled at Lisa. Cunnilingus is my specialty. I like
it better than any other part of sex. Well, almost.

“You’re welcome, Lisa. It was my very great pleasure
to give you that experience.”

I rolled over on my side and Lisa rolled with me so
that we were facing one another. Lisa threw a leg over mine and
pressed her still soaking crotch up against my still hard (and
dripping) cock.

“Hmmmm. What have we here,” she said, grinning at me
and reaching between us to grasp my stiff shaft. “I think he’s
lonely, and needs someplace warm and wet to play in, don’t you?”

She rolled us over the rest of the way so that she was
on top of me. I felt her hands between us again as she
positioned the head of my cock at the entrance to her womanhood.
She gave a little push downward with her hips and the head
slipped inside. Then it was one long slide down until she had it
all.

I moaned as I felt myself enveloped in that hot, wet,
grip. The interior of her sex was like a strong hand which
squeezed every square inch of the surface of my cock. She held
me there, her eyes closed as she too was affected by the
sensations of my dick hilted in her moist interior. She pulled
her knees up under her and began a rocking, fucking motion atop
my pulsing penis, grinding her clit into my pubic bone on every
down stroke.

She was in no hurry, having just completed a massive
series of orgasms, and neither was I, lost as I was in the
wonderful feeling of being sheathed inside of Lisa’s beautiful
body.

From this position it was a simple matter for me to
reach up and stroke her breasts, which I did, much to her
delight. My hands busied themselves with her mammaries, toying
with the nipples, squeezing the fleshy globes, finally drawing
her down so that I could reach these graciously formed melons
with my worshiping lips.

With her tits in my face, my hands were free to reach
down and grasp the cheeks of her tight little ass. I just
couldn’t believe that such a beautiful woman was riding my cock.
I felt like all the Christmas mornings I could remember all
rolled into one. I gripped her ass and started lifting her up
and down on my cock, forcing the pace of our fuck, driving my
hips up off the bed to meet her as she slammed down into me. We
were both grunting like animals in the rut. My fingers sought
the crack of her ass and one pressed inward on the wrinkled
rosebud of her back door. She instantly relaxed the powerful
sphincter and my finger sunk inside to the second knuckle.

“Yessss,” she gasped, “play with my ass, baby.”

Her urgings made me hotter than ever and I began to
stroke my finger in and out of her ass in time to the thrusts of
my cock up into her pussy. I could feel my semen boiling in my
balls, moving up and threatening to erupt as my orgasm
approached.

Hers hit first, and I felt her pussy and ass clamp down
around my cock and finger like powerful fists as the first of her
spasms hit her. My own climax was not far behind, and I yelled
out loud as I felt the tip of my cock explode, sending a torent
of my hot cum into the deepest reaches of her cunt. We both rode
out the rest of the storm of sensations and at last she rested
herself on me and we kissed, again, sharing our passion and the
gratitude we felt toward each other for the wonderful sex we had
just shared.

We must have dozed off in that position, because I woke
up a while later with her still perched on top of me. My now
shrunken cock had slipped out of her. My crotch was covered with
the sticky combination of my cum, which had leaked from her, and
her own sweet juices. A shower was in order, and I smiled at the
thought of sharing a shower with Lisa.

I kissed her lightly on the lips, which caused her to
come awake, her eyes slowly adjusting to the sight of me laying
underneath her. She smiled, dreamily, and kissed me back.

“Have a nice nap,” I enquired?

“Mmmm, yes,” she purred.

She rolled off of me and stretched out on the bed.
That sight was almost enough to bring my cock back to full
attention. She looked down at the mess at my crotch and she
began to laugh.

“What a mess you are. Let’s get into the shower and
clean up a little. Then, it’s time to eat…I think we’ll need
the food to keep our energy up, don’t you?”

Her grin conveyed the clear message that it wouldn’t be
very long before we were back in her bedroom again, doing our
impression of mink in heat.

TO BE CONTINUED
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By: abhishek singh
Hello all ISS readers! I am back again with a hot sizzling story. As you knows me IТm Abhishek Singh 18 male living in Delhi near mother dairy of Pandav Nagar. I will hope that u will enjoy the story. Mail me any comments, queries or anything on lusty_passion@hotmail.com or lusty_passion@rediffmail.com.
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Catherine was an easy living girl. She studied at the University of Boston and was 21. She really love to go out and have fun at parties Ц and after them as well. She was a medium-sized, very pretty, young woman. She had nice blonde hair, a bit longer than shoulder-length and pretty, a bit girlish face with a nice, seductive laugh. She had quite a slim body, with a fine ass and B-cupped breasts, that were not very big, just a nice, small handful.
At tonight’s students party she got to know one of the elder student girls. Her name was Nina, and at the age of 24 she was three years older than herself. She too was quite a funny and somehow cool and tough girl. She was dressed in very tight fitting blue jeans and a jeans blouse too, while Catherine wore a white blouse and jeans. Nina was only a very little taller than Catherine and she too had a very sportive and slim figure, her breasts were even a bit smaller than Catherine’s. She had long, black hair, reaching down well over her shoulders. Her face was really beautiful and she always had that cool expression.
The two girls had started chatting and having fun and soon Catherine got to know that Nina was strictly lesbian. Catherine had never before had any lesbian experiences. She was a bit fascinated by that women, that started flirting with her. They began an argue about what was the better sex Ц lesbian or hetero and it was not long till Nina suggested a bet: she said that she could make Catherine cum by just pleasuring her breast with her mouth. If she really made it Catherine would spend the night with her.
Catherine was in fun mood and also got very excited by that bet and so she quickly agreed and the two party girls made for Nina’s room.
“So let’s get started, Catherine. It will not take me long to make you cum. You are already mine for tonight, little hetero girl,” Nina teased her. “So open your blouse for me and give me access to my work!”
“But I want to see your tits, too,” Catherine replied. “What a pleasure for me. You are on the right way, Babe!”
The two girls loved. Catherine loved the way Nina talked. Both girls started unbuttoning their blouses. Catherine had seen a lot of naked breasts in her life, but for the first time she looked at breasts in a sexually orientated way. And somehow it made her hot. She found the quiet, flat, but very firm breasts with slightly aroused nipples really very sexy.
Nina too loved the sight of Catherine’s pair of tits. With her hands she grabbed for both breasts and let her fingers gently play.
“Which one shall I take? Hmmm. I will start where your heart is. So I take the left.”
Nina did not waste any time. Her left hand felt out Catherine’s left breast. She was very gentle and soft. Her fingers tenderly stroke over her skin, rounded the breast, teased the undersides, gently played around the sensitive area around her nipple and of course did not forget to rub her nipple. Within seconds Catherine was standing rock hard.
Catherine did not have big nipples. Even when fully erect they were rather small, but they were really sensitive. From the first moment Catherine felt a wave of pleasure sweeping through her body. She felt an arousal make her blood rush; and it were not only her nipples that showed the signs of her sexual arousal; very soon her pussy was getting moist, was getting wet with her sweat, creamy love juices. She would have loved to take her hand into her jean and use her fingers on her pussy. But she did not dare that; instead her hand went to her right breast and her own fingers started playing with her other nipple.
It was not only the very experienced and very sexy touching of Nina but maybe even more the arousing situation of doing such a naughty bet, and of doing it with another woman, of experiencing a lesbian situation for the first time.
Catherine looked down and highly aroused watched as Nina now brought her mouth to her breast. With quick and teasing butterfly kisses she covered every inch of the skin of her breasts. Her red, wet lips were eagerly kissing and the sight of it almost took Catherine’s breath.
Soon Nina’s warm, wet kisses reached the area around her nipple. She was very sensitive there. Moans escaped her mouth. Nina also used her tongue. She licked along the undersides of her breast and up again to the surroundings of her nipple. The wet, teasing, tongue circled her nipple area and over and over again touched her rock hard, erect nipple.
Catherine could not take her eyes of Nina’s beautiful face so close at he breast and at her mouth, lips and tongue that were teasing, pleasuring her breast in an experienced, arousing way, it never had been before.
With short, quick and hard licks Nina tongue now added one gear of arousal. Catherine’s already fully erect nipple seemed to grow even more. She now really moaned with lust. She stood against the wall of the room, moaned with lust and pleasure and watched Nina pleasure her breast.
Wilder and harder became Nina’s tongue licks and then her whole mouth went over her nipple. Her lips closed around the erect nipple. Her tongue still circled the nipple within her mouth, made it wet and hot, before she eagerly started sucking it.
Nina’s own nipples were rock hard now too and she could not resist her own urges and so her free hand went between her legs rubbing against her jean at her crotch area and thus giving herself a bit of additional pleasure to her meanwhile wet pussy.
The sucking made Catherine to moan constantly. She already knew that she had lost the bet and even if she would not cum, she knew one thing: that she definitely wanted to spend the night with this hot girl. But she wanted to cum and she knew she already was close to it.
Her eyes still were fixed to her own left breast, her hand still was playing with her right nipple. She saw and felt as Nina’s mouth was sucking deeper and harder, as her lips were parting more and more and so she now had not only her nipple but almost two thirds of her whole breast within her wet, warm mouth.
Nina sucked her whole breast, licked the skin of it within her mouth, circled her nipple area and licked hard against the nipple Ц all within her eager mouth.
Alone the picture of that pretty girl having almost all her breast sucked into her mouth and the feeling of the warmth and wetness made Catherine reach the edge.
Nina’s experienced mouth now went up and down her breast, going back to only her nipple and sucking it and opening up more again and suck her whole breast again. Leaving traces of wetness at Catherine’s breast skin. Always using her tongue against the erect nipple when sucking the whole breast. Over and over again the 24year old student thus pleasured her breast and her nipple, she gently bit the nipple and softly sucked, kissed and licked it and then she sucked her whole breast again into her mouth, still licking against the nipple.
A shiver of pleasure and lust ran through Catherine’s body as she reached the climax and her orgasm came really hard. With her hands she now pressed Nina’s head against her breast, her knees were week.
Her eyes were closed as the still breast sucking Nina looked up and into Catherine’s face. She could see the pure sexual pleasure in it. The lesbian student new that she had not only won the bet.
Nina softly and tenderly kissed the over-all wet breast and nipple good-bye, after Catherine’s huge orgasm had subsided a bit. She stood close to the younger student and looked deeply into her eyes.
Nina grinned: “You are mine now, I guess!” “If its all like this I will love to be yours not only for this night,” Catherine whispered still exhausted but somehow already aroused again.
Nina lay her hand between Catherine’s legs and rubbed against her pussy area. She knew how wet she would be. The two girls started kissing and Nina slowly moved her price towards her bed.
She would show Catherine that there were even better pleasures than what she had just experiencedЕ

This story is being written today based on a few assumptions. Number

one assumption is that Boney is only writing one letter each week to me.

Another assumption I am making is that it has been agreed that we would try

our best to write two letters each week. We would be mailing them from the

closest easiest post-office because it does not matter how long it takes

for the letters to get here. If they are mailed regularly and with

punctuality they will arrive with regularity. Boney knows how much Darius

needs to see her writing and knows at least something of what was happening

in her life to keep his inpatients in check.

Boney and Darius had already had confrontations about this. Too many

times Darius had begged in his letters for this little favor. He told her

they did not have to be long letters. He told her they all didn’t have to

have a fantasy. He told her he just needed desperately to hear from her.

She had agreed and then reneged on this promise and even lied about it.

Darius Showing up in Manila just to correct this problem was a shocking and

happy surprise. The first day was wonderful. Meeting and going to the

Hotel. Eating together and making passionate love all night were great.

But there was just this problem to solve. Boney thought about it very

carefully. She knew that Darius had threatened to spank her over this very

thing. Also over her little white lies. She also knew that spanking

someone was a great sexual turn on for him. The more she thought about

this the more she decided that she could trust Darius enough for this.

When they were downstairs in the Hotel for Breakfast she said to him.

“Darius I have been bad and I deserve to be punished. I don’t want to be

hurt but I think it is important that we resolve this problem. I give you

my word and promise that I will write two letters a week to you and that I

will mail them two times a week. I also agree that I should be punished.

I know you will punish me with love. Darius I make you this promise and I

beg you to spank me so I will remember this promise.”

Darius’s eyes were gleaming at this but he didn’t say anything for a

long time. Boney could see that thoughts were streaking through his mind.

He was quiet for a long time. Just looking at her and drinking his coffee.

Finally he spoke.

“Boney I don’t think you understand what you are asking for

completely. So I am going to explain to you a little of what I expect and

what will happen so that you can rethink your decision. Sweetie. The lies

and the broken promises hurt me a lot. If I was going to spank you it

would be a real spanking. What I mean is that it would be a spanking like

you got when you were little. It would hurt. Once we started you couldn’t

change your mind and say no thanks now because it hurts too much. Boney if

I spanked you I would spank you until your bum was the same color red as on

the stripes of the air mail envelopes that I use. Boney it wouldn’t be a

good spanking unless you were crying and crying by the end of it. Boney

this spanking would not be make believe or pretend or only a fantasy. It

would be real. It would hurt you a lot. And yes I would probably make

love to you afterwards. But don’t think I would be making love to you just

because I got turned on by slapping your ass. I would be loving you

because I do. I would be spanking you because I love you too. If you

weren’t worth spanking, because I know you care and I know you love me,

then I wouldn’t bother at all. But I will tell you the rules I expect you

to follow if you want and get this spanking. Boney if I spank you then you

must promise to do exactly like I ask and not argue at all. I expect you

to cry. You will wear the clothes that I suggest and will not ask me to

stop. You may cry that you are sorry. You may tell me you love me. But

you cannot beg me to stop once I have begun. Boney. If you want this you

must realize that it will be a sever spanking. Probably the most sever

spanking you have ever gotten. You must agree to it fully. And you will

agree while it is happening. You cannot change your mind half way through.

I know I have just scared you with this but I want you to think about it.

Now we are going to Harrison Plaza to do some shopping this morning. I

don’t want to talk about it. You think about it. If you really want me to

spank you then ask me that question after we have finished lunch.”

Boney looked worried but thoughtful. They went down to Harrison and

Darius bought clothes for her. He also bought some shirts and things for

himself. The only strange thing was his insistence on buying a school

skirt for her. It looked like many of the skirts that school girls wore.

The only difference was that this skirt barely came to her knees. He also

bought white knee socks and some small white panties. He got a t-shirt in

white for her as well. She thought it was too small but he insisted it was

just right. Other that these little differences he was the same old

Darius. Loving and caring and making her laugh and teasing her all the

time. By the time they had got back to the hotel at lunch time she had

decided that she did want this spanking. Even if she did end up crying.

She knew Darius Loved her. She knew she hurt him when she told her little

white lies. She knew that he needed her letters and she was ashamed that

she had not given him what he needed so badly. She started to say

something when they got back to the room. But he stopped her and said only

after lunch. He took the school girl skirt the little white panties the

socks and the t-shirt out of the bags and laid them on the bed. The rest

of the bags he packed away in the corner. Then taking her hand in his he

brought her downstairs to the restaurant to eat.

Lunch was lovely. Darius ordered wine for both of them to drink. The

food was good and they laughed and joked about being apart so much. They

talked about family and Elsa the cow. How she thought his cartoons were

gross. Way too Graphic for her tastes. They laughed about the cartoon

with the girl sitting with the huge cock and complaining of the pain.

After last night she knew that she wouldn’t have this problem anymore.

They had even fallen asleep with his cock still inside her. Lunch was

beautiful and so much fun. And Boney was scared and nervous anyway.

Darius had ordered his after dinner coffee and said. “You had something

you wanted to say?”

Boney had thought about it and rehearsed it to herself. This morning

she had said. “Darius I have been bad and I deserve to be punished. I

don’t want to be hurt but I think it is important that we resolve this

problem. I give you my word and promise that I will write two letters a

week to you and that I will mail them two times a week. I also agree that

I should be punished. I know you will punish me with love. Darius I make

you this promise and I beg you to spank me so I will remember this

promise.” Now what would she say? She did want to do this. “Darius. I

love you and I know you love me. I was bad and deserve a bad spanking.

Darius would you spank me, please.”

“Okay Sweetie if that’s the way you want it. I will let you get out

of it until you get the first slap but after that you have to get all of

it. No backing out.”

Boney just nodded. She knew that she was going to get the whole thing

and it would hurt a lot but she wanted to make up for the hurt she had

given to him.

“Boney I am going to sit here and drink a couple of cups of coffee and

I want you to go up to our room. Take all your clothes off and have a good

shower. Fix up your hair into a pony tail. Make it up high on your head

not down at your neck. Then I want you to dress in the clothes I bought

for you this morning. No Bra under the t-shirt sweetie. White socks but

no shoes. It’s almost 2 right now. I will come up at 2:30. When I get to

the room you will be all dressed and kneeling in the middle of the floor.

You will be waiting for me. I don’t want you to speak too much. Just do

exactly what I say and when I say it. I want you to remember all through

this afternoon that I love you. I love you a lot or I would not go to all

this trouble. When you do talk to me upstairs then you will call me Sir as

if I was a teacher, that was scolding you and spanking you. Now go

Sweetie. I will see you in a half an hour.”

It was a scary half hour for Boney. She stripped and hopped into the

shower right away. When she got out she quickly blew her hair dry and then

started to get dressed. God what was happening to her. She was getting

excited just like when she read one of Darius’s stories. Her mouth was dry

from fear but her pussy was wet thinking of what was to come. She put on

the panties and found that they were quite small. The were high risers.

Cut high on the sides. She was covered well in the front but half of each

cheek of her bum stood outside the panties. She though she understood why

he had bought these. She hurried and put on her socks and then the T-

shirt. It was too small. It was like a tight band around her chest. Her

nipples where hard little rocks that pressed against the shirt and stood

out. Darius would see them as soon as he came in the room. That was good.

She was glad Darius would be able to see her excitement. She hurried into

the skirt tucking in what was left of the T-shirt. There was only a minute

or two left. She knelt down on the floor. Where could she put her hands.

She wanted to touch her nipples. She wanted to rub her pussy. She

couldn’t do these things. She was worried. He said he wanted her bottom

very red. How many spanks would he give her. 5, 10, 20, 50, maybe even

100. Oh no! Her mouth got dryer and her pussy got wetter just thinking of

this. The door started to open. Quickly she put her hands behind her back

clenching them together. Now he was with her. What Would happen next.

Now where were we? Oh Ya! Boney is on Her knees and horny and scared

at the same time and Darius is just coming into the room.

Darius walked in and sat in front of Boney on the end of the bed. He

just looked at her for a little while. Boney fidgeted. “I know you are

excited right now because I can see your nipples. But you won’t always be

excited. Especially when the spanks get harder.”

“Are you sure you want to go through with this. There’s only a little

time left for you to back out. Do you want to back out?”

Boney remember exactly what he had said down stairs. “No Sir”

“Good then stand up.”

“Now Boney I want you to reach down and lift up your skirt and bunch

it around your waist.”

Boney stood slowly. She bunched up her skirt. She felt embarrassed

like a little school girl. This was her husband who had seen her in much

less. This was her husband who had touched her everywhere and seen here

everywhere but still she was embarrassed. But she was still hot and scared

at the same time.

“Now turn around.”

Boney turned slowly. “Stop.” She was facing away from him. Darius

was looking at her bum. “Continue.” Boney continued to turn. When she

was again facing him. He said. “Come over here now and get across my

knee.” Boney moved over towards him. She loved him and this shone through

her eyes. His loving and caring were in his eyes as well — overshadowed

somewhat by a sternness of character. She draped herself across his knee.

His hand was already caressing her bum. A warm presence next to her skin

that had gotten cold as soon as she assumed this position. His fingers

were sliding along the edges of her panties. She was becoming even more

aroused. She could feel his dick pressing against her stomach. She was

almost comfortable. Her hands had reached to the floor as she no longer

had to hold up her skirt. She felt vulnerable but aroused. Scared but

excited too.

Darius’s hands continued to touch her softly. “Boney my sweetie this

will be your last chance to back out. But before you make your decision I

want you to know. Your spanking will be in three parts. This first part

is just a warm up. Then you will stand in front of me and remove your

skirt and panties and show your bum to me. Then you will come over my knee

again with your naked bum and then the hard spanking will begin. That will

be much harder. I haven’t decided how many yet but when you are crying

hard enough and your bum is red enough I will stop again. Then you will be

asked to stand again and take off the rest of your clothes. Then Boney my

sweetie I will ask you to kneel on the end of the bed here. I will ask you

to spread your knees very, very wide. Then I will push your face and chest

down to the bed. You will be very revealed. Your pussy will be expose and

your bumhole and by then the flaming red cheeks of your bum. Then you will

receive the last spanks you will get. I will tell you how many then. You

will be asked to count those ones as I give them to you. They will be the

hardest ones you get and will hurt you the most. But then it will be

finished. But Boney you have to remember you are in a hotel room and you

can’t scream. You will have to stop your self from doing this. Boney

don’t scream because if you do and someone comes to the door to find out

what is happening You will have to go to the door just as you are and

explain it to them. So if you scream when you are naked you will have to

explain at the door naked.”

Through all this explanation Darius’s hand had continued rubbing her

bottom softly. His fingers trailing along her panty edges. Even sliding

down between her thighs and teasing close to her pussy and bum. Making her

hotter and hotter. The talk was scaring her half to death but the hands

were making her hotter.

“Last chance Boney, Think for a minute then tell me wether you want me

to continue?”

Boney didn’t know what to do? She was hot. She was scared. She

loved Darius and knew he loved her. She knew she hurt and upset him. She

had meant to send the letters. But she was taking so long to write them.

She should have pushed herself to write faster. She also knew that if she

didn’t got through with this she would always wonder. She would always

think what if? Could she take the pain. She knew there would be pain.

She knew it would be given with love but at the same time there was that

sternness of character shadow that had been in Darius’s eyes. She knew

that he would really spank her. She knew that when he spoke of making her

bum red he meant it.

“Yes Sir — Darius please continue I know I deserve this and I

want this. If I stop I will never know will I.”

“Okay remember once the first spank hits there will be no turning

back. If you don’t co-operate then spanks will be added. Your going to

get a lot anyway and you don’t want to get anymore than you already have in

store for you. Are you ready?”

“Yes Sir — Just start please.”

His hands pulled at her panties suddenly. Surprising her. He tugged

them up sharply. Pulling and putting pressure on her pussy. Then the

hands left her bottom. His left hand dropped to her waist holding her

close to him. She could feel his excitement growing. His penis was

hardening under her. Then Spat! Oh! That didn’t hurt at all. Just a

really light sting. Spat! Spat! Spat! Spat! None of these really hurt.

Just a sharp tingling sensation. She had slapped herself harder killing

mosquito’s. Spat! Spat! Spat! Spat! Spat! He had cover most of her bum now

with these gentle taps. Spat! Spat! Spat! Spat! Spat! Spat! He was working

around the edges or her bum now. It wasn’t hurting yet but she could feel

it getting hotter. Spat! Spat! Spat! Spat! That was the bottom of her bum

just where her thighs met. Spat! Spat! Spat! Spat! Spat! Spat! Spat! Spat!

Spat! Spat! He’d covered her bum again. It was getting hotter now. His

hand was rubbing her gently now. Around and around and over both of her

glorious globes. Had he finished this part. She still didn’t feel like

crying. His rubbing was making her hotter again. His hand roamed all of

her even dipping between her legs to gently caress the lips of her pussy

and then back up brushing lightly over her bottom hole and back to her

thighs. How many had that been? Was he finished. His hand stopped

rubbing she shivered waiting for the renewed penance. Smack! Oh! She

moaned. That was harder. Smack! Smack! There was more of a sting to these.

Smack! Smack! These hurt. Not a lot but they did hurt. She groaned.

Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! She moaned again. He gave her a small

respite. The heat was building and so was Darius’s erection. She could

feel it under her tummy as she began to wiggle. Smack! Smack! Smack!

Smack! Oh! She moaned again. Smack! Smack! Smack! AAAAH! Smack! Smack!

Smack! The tears were starting to come to her eyes now. Again he was

stroking her bum. Rubbing and caressing and spreading and feeling the

heat. Was he finished. This was hurting now. No his hand had left her

bottom again. Smack! Smack! Ouch! Right on the bottom of her bottom. Just

where her bum met her thighs. One on each Thigh. Smack! Smack! Smack!

Smack! Ouch! AAAAAH! OH! This was hurting a lot now. He was landing the

blows in the same spot now. Smack! Smack! OUUUUUH! Please Darius.

Smack! Smack! He had stopped. Again he was rubbing her bottom. OH! She was

worried now. Her bottom was starting to get sore. He said the next part

would be even worse. Is he finished this part? His hands were driving her

crazy. Sliding along her warms bottom. Feeling her heat. Her bum was

only a very light pink under his gaze. His hand rubbed down between her

cheeks. Caressed the tight puckered ring of her butt and slid down to cup

and hold her pussy. Putting pressure where it was needed. She felt good

and was still excited. What? What? Had he said? Tears were dripping from

her eyes. She was not sniffling yet. He was speaking.

“Boney it’s time.”

Time for what she wondered? She didn’t want to move away from that

skillful hand that was making her want to cum.

“Boney it’s time to get up and take off your skirt and panties.” His

hand pulled away from her bottom. She pushed back against what she wanted

there but it was not there. She slide of his legs to kneel at his feet.

“Come on Boney! It’s time for you to take off your skirt and panties.

Come on sweetie stand up here in front of me and take them off.”

Boney stood slowly. She felt a little wobbly and her bottom felt a

little warm and swollen. But she moved in front of Darius. She undid her

skirt and let it fall to the floor. Just the panties to go. Why did she

feel so embarrassed in front of her husband. She could feel the material

of her panties pressing against her mound. She had shaved carefully when

she had come up for her shower. There was hair at the top of her mound but

the rest was bare. She put her thumbs into the waistband and pushed them

down. She looked at Darius. The twinkle was still in his eye. The

sternness was still there as well. She could see his eyes devouring very

inch of her. Looking at her breasts. Looking at her pussy. She could

feel the heat of his gaze.

“Turn around sweetie. I want to see your bum.” Boney complied and

even pushed her bum out towards him a little. Her bum was a uniform light

pink color. From the top to the point where it reached her thighs. The

sides too were pink. Just slightly colored. She could feel his gaze

lingering on her. He got up and went into the bathroom. She could hear the

water running. She didn’t know what he was doing so she just stood there.

He came back into the room and she could see he had the ice bucket with

water and a face cloth in it. He had tissues in his other hand. He put

the bucket down and came over to her with the tissues and let her wipe her

eyes. His hands were cold. He must have had them in the cold water.

Again he went around behind her. She could hear him moving around.

“Come here now my love. It’s time for part two.” As she turned she

could see he had undressed himself. His shirt was off and so were his

trousers. He sat on the edge of the bed again wearing just his boxer

shorts. She could see the bulge of his manhood. Again she draped herself

across his knees. She could feel his heat now. Her bum felt hot but his

skin felt on fire. His erection pressed into her abdomen like a log. He

was speaking again.

“Boney this will be much, much harder now so remember don’t scream.

Are you ready?”

She thought about it for a few seconds. Was she really ready. It’s

too late to back out now. Surely these blows wouldn’t hurt that much more.

She had done well up till now. His hand was again rubbing her bottom.

Plundering the treasure between her legs. Making her hot again. I guess I

am as ready if I am ever going to be ready. Why talk about screaming? Was

it going to hurt that much? Well there was only one way to find out.

“I’m ready.” His hand continued to rub her ass. Tantalizing and

teasing. Grazing her pussy when what she really wanted was for him to grab

it. He kept it up for quite a long while. She was getting more and more

excited. But he would not let her climb the mountain. He just excited her

enough to make her want to be more excited. Then he stopped. His hand

moved from her bottom.

“Ready?” She only nodded. Craaack! He had hit her just after she had

exhaled. Oh! Oh! My Goodness. His hands was like wood. She knew he had

strong hands but this was ridiculous. Damn that hurt. If the first spank

was like a mosquito slap then this was like a dog bite. A huge vicious

dog. Her right bottom cheek ached. She would be screaming if only she

could get her breath. Finally she caught her breath. “Darius Please,

Please Darius.” She said and just as she finished and went to inhale

again. Craaack! Oh my God. Her left cheek this time. Ouuuuuuuuuuuuuh!

Ouuuuuuuuuuuh! “Please Darius. I’ll be good Darius. I promise

Darius.” Again she had finally gotten her breath and she had pleaded with

him and just as she ran out of breath. Craaack! Craaack!

Twooooooooooooo! One to each cheek. Right on top of the first ones. Her

ass was on fire. Her hands speed behind her and tried to cover her bottom.

Oh god how could he do this to her. The pain was tremendous and this was

only the beginning. How many spanks had he given her in part 1? She

didn’t know. How many did he expect her to take in this part. There were

tears in her eyes now. She was crying already. Not just tears. Sobs.

His hand was rubbing her the top of her legs now. Dipping and teasing her

pussy and she wanted nothing to do with that. Her excitement was gone.

She closed her legs and waited. He waited as well. Gently caressing the

back of her thighs. He gave her a while. He let her regain her composure.

Time he gave her. Time for the heat of those first blows to sink into

her. He was just using his hand. But he struck her as if it was wood.

The pain was unbelievable. Please God don’t let him hit me too much more.

He moved to imprisoned her hands which had been clutching at the hot spots

on her cheeks. He folded them together and held them into the small of her

back.

“Tell me when you’re ready. I’m only going to give you half as many

as the warm-up spank.” God half as many and ten times as hard added up to

a lot of pain. How many spanks had he given her in the first set. It was

a lot but it hadn’t really seemed like all that many at the time. Was it

twenty? No! No! It was more than that. Forty? Yes! Yes it must have been

forty. No! It could have been more than that. Half of forty was twenty.

He had given her four already. Could she take 16 more like that. That was

a lot. It could have been more than forty. If it was fifty that would

mean 21 more to go. Oh! No!

“Darius! Please. It hurts Darius. I know I deserve it but it hurts

so much Darius.” She sobbed. Darius did nothing just waited for her. She

sobbed and sobbed. She tried to struggle a little just to see but his arms

were like steel holding her in place. There was no excitement in her now.

Just pain. Why wouldn’t he let her go. He wasn’t spanking her why not let

her go?

“Tell me when you’re ready.” I’ll never be ready for more of this.

She thought but he just continued to hold her. Why? Why? She was

wracking her brain trying to think of the reason. What reason could he

have. Then she knew. The bargain. Her Bargain with him. Once started no

stop. A promise made. A promise to keep. That was why she was here. She

promised the letters and didn’t follow through. She promised and she lied.

Well he had tricked her! —– —- — ——– —— No! He hadn’t

tricked her. He told her everything. Even before he started he told her

everything except the numbers. God her bum hurt. He told her this part

was going to hurt a lot more. And boy did it hurt a lot more. I promised

him. But I didn’t understand what I was promising. But he gave me lots of

chances to back out and I said NO.

“Tell me when you’re ready.” I’ll never be ready for this. Oh! Why

did I agree to this. I don’t like this. I should have known better than

to trust him this much. Tell you when I’m ready? I’ll never be ready.

But it was a bargain. A bargain that he gave her every opportunity to back

out of. A bargain that she didn’t think about all that much. Her thoughts

whirled around in her head. One way and then the other. She must have

hung over his lap for five minutes trying to decide what to do. He knew

she was thinking. She tried wriggling away again. Mr. Steel back there.

What there was something missing. She wriggled again not trying to get

away just trying to see what was different. She knew now. No hard on. It

was gone. Just a little flaccid Penis. Just a little worm against her

tummy now. No more raging hard on. Why was it gone. I thought he was

enjoying this. No Bargain. The bargain. What Bargain. Where to go. I

guess it boils down to keeping my word. But how can I keep my word when it

hurts so much. I have to. The thoughts went round and round. Finally her

breathing was back. Her sobs had almost stopped. Her tears still flowed

and she heard him.

“Tell Me when you’re ready?” Was she ready. She had to be ready. It

was a bargain she made. She nodded her head. How many more.

“I won’t be helping you this time. Make sure you don’t scream. Bite

your teeth together hard so you don’t scream.”

She shook her head. She was as ready as she would ever be. Craaack!

Grunt. Oh! My that hurt. If anything even more than the first ones. At

least he had hit a new spot. Craaack! Again the other cheek but the same

new spot just a little lower than the last set. God it was hard not to

scream. Her breath exploded from her chest. It was almost a scream. His

hand left her ass. Get ready again she thought. Craaack! Breath grunting

out and Craaack! Grunt again half way. Tears were making a spot on the

rug in the room. Her nose was running. Craaack! Craaack! She arched up

almost right off his lap. Those two blows close together right near the

bottom of her bum right where the thighs met. Right where the skin was

most tender. Ragged sobs from her right now. Her bum felt like flames.

Why? Again that thought. Why? Craaack! Craaack! And a loud cry from

her. She wasn’t ready again. Again she tried to wriggle free. Still no

warmth from him to meet her tummy. That’s alright I’m not excited he

shouldn’t be either. Again he was speaking. She was shaking now. Crying

uncontrollably. Again his hand was rubbing gently across her flesh. The

newly hurt flesh. The hot steaming flesh. What was he saying.

“Tell me when you’re ready.” Her mind was in turmoil. She could

never be ready for something like this. How many spanks had he given her.

How many more would he give her. Her brain whirled around and around. The

pain. The promise. The hurt. The bargain. Finally she settled down

again.

“Tell me when you’re ready.” Was she ready. She could never be

ready. It hurt too much to be ready. He was killing her. But it was her

bargain.

“It hurts too much Darius. I love you Darius. Don’t do this to me!”

She sobbed out to him.

“I love you too sweet pea. ———- Tell me when you’re ready.”

Would she ever be ready. If he loved her he wouldn’t continue with this.

But maybe he would if it was a lesson that really could be learned.

Thoughts still a whirl. Her breath coming back. Her sobs slowing down.

“Tell me when you’re ready.”

She nodded. She could only nod. It was her decision. His hand

lifted. She bite down hard so she didn’t scream. Craaack! Craaack! A

sobbing breath. Groans and moans and then the hand lifted again. Craaack!

Craaack! OoooooooooooooooooooH! How many more. The hand lifting. Bite

down hard. Craaack! Craaack! One sobbing breath and then Craaack!

Craaack! . His hand resting on her ass. If felt boiled. Was it over.

His hand just gently rubbing her cheeks. This was painful too. It gentled

her but at the same time caused her fried nerve endings to squeal again.

“Please Darius. How many more Darius? It hurts so much Darius. I

love you Darius but this hurts too much Darius.” Her cries were sobbed out

to his ears.

“Just ten more sweet pea. I love you Boney. I love you so much.

Tell me when you’re ready.” Ten more. He couldn’t mean it. Ten more.

God the pain. He hit so hard. How could he say he loved her. She wiggled

again. She twisted herself around to look up at him and was shocked. She

faced down again. He was beating her ass as hard as he could and he had

tears in his eyes. What the hell was going on. Her sobbing and hurting

were making her incoherent. She twisted herself around again. Yes there

was a tear running down his cheek and his eyes were all watery. She was

having trouble thinking. What was she thinking. The bargain. The

promise. She made the bargain. He kept his promise. Did promises involve

this kind of pain. Why was he crying. I’m ready. I’m ready as I will

ever be for this torment. Ten more he said. I can take Ten more.

“Tell me when you’re ready.”

“Ready.” She croaked out around sobs and tears and moans of pain.

The hand lifted. She Bite down. Craaack! Craaack! Two blows eight left.

He must have cover all of her bum by now. Her whole ass felt like it was

on fire. Again the hand lifted. Craaack! Craaack! Cries and moans and

groans and grunts. No more modesty she didn’t care. His hands caressed

her again. Sliding gently over her burning globes. Sliding down between

her legs. Touching her pussy. Rubbing her clit. There’s six left come on

finish there are still six more. But moistness was coming back to her

pussy. Her bum was so hot that it was making her pussy hot too. The hand

lifting off. Bite down hard. Craaack! Craaack! Ooooooooooooooh! Right

at the bottom of the bum cheek just were the thigh met. This was the most

tender spot. Rubbing again. Caressing again. Stimulating her. Transfer

heat. Oh! What was he doing. He wasn’t getting hard again. She could

feel him still and he was still the little worm. Why was he getting her so

hot and not getting hot himself. His fingers caressing her clit. Making

that small tiny part of her throb like the heat coming from her ass. The

hand was lifting. Bite down. Craaack! Craaack! Two quick ones. Sobs

become louder and louder. The same spot again and again the caresses.

Again she was excited. Why was she excited? Why was he crying? The heat.

It was the heat from her bottom that was doing that to her. His fingers

were driving her crazy now. Was he finished yet? He said ten more how

many had it been. Was it ten or was it six. She couldn’t think but at the

same time couldn’t get the picture out of her mind of the tears running

down his face. He had stopped again his hand had lifted again. Bite down

hard. Bite down hard. What was happening. What’s he waiting for.

Craaack! Craaack! Shriek. The same spot again. Right at the

bottom of her ass. Half ass — half thigh. So close to her pussy. She

could feel the heat radiating to her pussy. His hand was back at work

again. Sliding between her legs. Sliding between her lips. Touching,

caressing, rubbing, probing and stimulating her clit. She was starting to

climb the mountain. She didn’t want to climb the mountain. She hurt to

much to climb the mountain. Was it over. Was it. She wasn’t climbing

any higher then. She wriggled and tried to move and slid right off his

lap. He helped her to stand up. Then he was removing her t-shirt. There

were tears streaming down his face. I must be mistaken. They’re my tears

and I just see them on his face because they are clouding my eyes. He

turned her again. Pushed her forward and she was on the bed. He helped

her kneel. He didn’t have to push her head and chest down they were

already there. Weeping into the covers of the bed. What was he doing her

ass was on fire. She was imagining her tears on his face. And he was

making her kneel on the bed. He left her momentarily and suddenly her ass

was frozen. He had reached down and gotten the face cloth. Draped the

cold cloth over her blazing bum. Oh! Goodness that was shocking but it

felt so good but not for long. Soon he removed that cloth only to replace

it with another. He was cooling her off. Helping to relieve the sting.

No It wasn’t a sting is was a blazing wildfire and he was helping to put it

out. He dropped a box of tissues beside her on the bed. She used them to

wipe her nose and help to dry her eyes for a second. She was still sobbing

but at the same time she took the opportunity to look back at him as he

worked at her bottom. Cooling the heat. Those were his tears. They were

still pouring down his cheeks. She was beginning to understand. Then he

stopped what he was doing. He went over to one of the shopping bags and

came back to her. He urged her to move. He spread her legs apart. She

felt obscenely on display. Her knees were so far apart that her crotch was

aching already. This must be the third part. Could he see through his

tears to spank her. He took a tissue for himself and wiped at his eyes.

They he picked up the ruler that he had laid on the bed. She was shocked

to see this but understood at the same time. She could see him lining up

beside her.

“Ask me when you’re ready for the first one. There will be only ten.”

She looked back at him. Tears were still streaming from his eyes. There

was no erection she could see. And she could see everything. His penis

was hanging through the slot in the front of his boxer shorts. She took

some breaths. She turned back to the front. She knew this was going to be

the worst. This was going to hurt even more than the second part. She

clutched some of the blanket in front of her. “Please I’m ready. Please

give me the first one.” Then she bit down on the blanket in front of her.

Swissh! —– Plaaaaaaaaat! Liquid fire flared across the cheeks of

her ass. The ruler had hit. There must be welts. Her groans were

tremendous. Her pain stupendous. But soon there were lips kissing that

line of fire. It hurt so much but a tongue was laving it. And when it

finished laving the line of fire it slid down and laved her bum crease and

slide down to her pussy. That tongue licked a slithered over her clit.

Boney got her breath back and turned to look. She could not see Darius.

His face was buried between her legs. His tongue bringing her to

mountainous heights. “Please I’m ready. Please give me the second one.”

His face came up from between her thighs. The tears were still streaming

down his face. They were both crying now. She turned again and bite into

the blanket. Swissh! —– Plaaaaaaaaat! Again the same results. A

hissing burning line of liquid fire cooled by nibbling lips and caressing

tongue.

“Please I’m ready. Give me the Third.” Swissh! —– Plaaaaaaaaat!

Cooling lips. Rain of hot tears. Caressing tongue.

“Please I’m ready. Give me the fourth.” Swissh! —– Plaaaaaaaaat!

Cooling lips. Rain of hot tears. Caressing tongue.

“Please I’m ready. Give me the fifth.” Swissh! —– Plaaaaaaaaat!

Cooling lips. Rain of hot tears. Caressing tongue.

“Please I’m ready. Give me the Sixth.” Swissh! —– Plaaaaaaaaat!

Cooling lips. Rain of hot tears. Caressing tongue.

“Please I’m ready. Give me the Seventh.” Swissh! —– Plaaaaaaaaat!

Cooling lips. Rain of hot tears. Caressing tongue. As he caressed her she

climbed the mountain. These blows were the worst and the best. She

finally understood everything. As she moved and moaned and got ready for

her next request. Darius stood readying himself she could see that her

beautiful flower was having an effect on him. He was getting hard again.

“Please I’m ready. Give me the Eighth.” Swissh! —– Plaaaaaaaaat!

Cooling lips. Rain of hot tears. Caressing tongue. Even harder cock. Her

cock. The tears were still there but her tears were still there too.

“Please I’m ready. Give me the Ninth.” Swissh! —– Plaaaaaaaaat!

Cooling lips. Rain of hot tears. Caressing tongue. Hard hot looking

cock. Her hot looking cock. Her lover her husband sharing this pain with

her. Her husband her cock his tongue making her climb the mountain despite

the pain.

“Please I’m ready. Give me the Last Swissh! —– Plaaaaaaaaat!

Cooling lips. Rain of hot tears. Caressing tongue. Heat. Pain. Caring.

Sharing. Loving. Excitement. She turned to look back. It took longer

this time. The pain from the last blow had been ferocious hitting at just

the bottom of her ass. She hurt so much. But he had made her so excited.

His tongue and lips had helped but the tears were what really got him hot.

She was glad she had agreed to this. God it hurt but it felt so good too.

Not between her legs. That felt nice. But in her hearts. She had two

hearts now. She new she had two hearts. She saw her two hearts in action.

Her soft heart and her hard heart. The heart that shared her pain but

gave her the lessons that she needed. The heart that cared enough to teach

her the only way she would ever learn a lesson this well. Tears still

welled up from her eyes. Not pain now. Love. But sometimes love hurts

too.

“Please I’m ready. Give me my cock now.” Darius’s head lifted up from it’s

work between her legs. She was hot and wet and on the verge of coming.

His cock stood at attention between his legs.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes” she said and watched as he dropped his boxers and stood in all

his glory before her. “Please I’m ready. Give me my cock now.” He moved

behind her and she could feel the heat of his cock as he split her lips.

She could feel his hardness as he slid slowly into her. She could feel him

hesitate before pressing up against her ruby red and welted ass. She

sighed and pushed herself back against him. The pain and pleasure flowed

together and instantly they both jumped to the top of the mountain. The

orgasms were shattering. This wasn’t the end for them but only the

beginning. This was understanding and closeness more than anything that

had ever happened before.

The End or The BEGINNING