8 comments/ 71605 views/ 3 favorites What Are Friends For? Ch. 04 By: nastystoryguy The following totally fictitious writings and are intended for the sole readership of those of LEGAL AGE. The ADULT ONLY material contained within is also for personal use only where local standards permit scenes of violence and sex. Please do not read further if any of these subjects offend, or if you are not of legal age. This is a work of fiction. The author does not condone violence of any sort. The following is under Copyright and is for your sole enjoyment. Your cooperation in not using the material in any other application without the express permission of the author is requested. Thank you. Without a word I reached in my pocket and pulled out a Swiss Army knife she didn't realize I'd picked up on the way out the door. Smart girl that she was, she quickly figured out what I had planned and I'm sure realized it was my intent all along. She could have outrun me on the way to the lake and I still would have done this. If you've heard about the effect of a willow branch, no matter what you've heard, it's probably understated. Suffice it to say that one has the ability to do as much damage as a bull whip. I found a perfect branch and cut it from the tree. "Oh God NO! Please Scott, not that, please don't! PLEASE" she begged. I chuckled, "You don't even know what I'm going to do!" "Obviously you're going to use that on me, I can't take that and you know it! Please!" there was desperation in her voice. I just looked at her as I used the knife to strip off the leaves and bark and cut the switch to the proper length. After a few practice swishes I was satisfied it was the perfect caning device. She was correct of course. I was going to use it on her, where didn't matter. And if I used it with half it's potential to inflict damage, she was right again, she wouldn't be able to take it. That wasn't my intent obviously, but she was going to experience yet another bout of pain on that nice round ass that had become my favorite target. She started begging again, with an almost shriek in her voice from the fear "No, NO! Don't do it, I'm begging you don't!" Calmly I looked at her and softly said, "Only a few, and I've told you, you need to learn to trust me. Since you clearly don't yet, I'm going to give you double what I originally planned! Sooner or later you'll learn." With that remark, all the color drained from her face and I was afraid she might actually faint. She still didn't know where I intended to use my wicked little toy. I'm sure she was petrified I might use it on her tits. I knew she really couldn't take that though. I set the switch on the ground beside her and moved behind her. Deciding to play with her mind a bit more before proceeding, I stood up and moved in front of her, lifting the front of her shirt until her tits were exposed and then tucking the hem into the neck. Now she screamed, "NO NOT MY TITS, ANYTHING BUT THAT! THEY'RE TOO SORE! ANYTHING, I"LL DO ANYTHING!" "You forget, I can do what I want, including whip your tits with this" I said as I bent to pick up the stick and hold it in front of her face, "and then you'll STILL do anything I want!" She was shaking and sobbing, but had stopped saying anything. "That's better" I said, sure she had no idea what I meant, because I didn't myself. I laughed as I untucked her shirt and let it hang back in place. Once she realized I had been toying with her and wasn't going to whip her tits she sagged with relief. "Okay, enough fooling around. It's time" I said as I moved around behind her. Hooking my thumbs in the waistband of her shorts, I slid them down to her ankles. Instantly her gluts tightened. My god she has a fine ass. Very tight and muscular, with very little fat. She would be able to take this even though it was going to hurt like a branding iron. "If you tense up like that it's going to hurt all the more" I warned. I'm not sure if she believed me or not, but I saw she was trying to relax. Naturally she couldn't let all the tension go. I lined up the branch and tapped it very lightly across the middle of her buttocks. Instantly she tensed again. I just kept tapping as I spoke again, "Relax, I'm not going to wait all day." After a few more taps she started to relax. As soon as she did I whipped the switch back and landing a forceful blow right across the middle of her ass. She leapt up and screeched a blood curdling, animalistic howl. Without a pause I laid a second blow on her ass about three inches lower. This time all that came out of her mouth was a silent scream. I surveyed my handiwork. It was perfect. The welts were already raising but the force had been exactly right. Sting like a motherfucker, raise a welt that would last a good long time and be sore for days, but didn't split the skin. I paused to let the fire sink in. She couldn't stop jumping around and the tears were streaming down her face. Still no noise came out as she gasped for air. If she was thinking, which I doubted, she could be praying that I'd planned on one and double was two. Again I doubted she'd regained her senses yet, but if I gave her another she'd know that meant at least one more after that. Doubling something always ends up with an even number. I was sure she wasn't quite together yet when I let her have yet another, this one about three inches above the first. Now she had three perfect stripes spaced evenly up and down that lovely ass. She'd regained enough breath that the third brought on a scream even more unearthly than the first. She was sagging from the rope, her legs weren't supporting her at all. Her head was hanging and her chest was heaving as she sobbed violently. I was sure she had reached sub-space. That point where part of the brain disengages from the rest of the body and shuts down in order to tolerate the pain. The doubling thing I'd told her was bullshit. I'd always planned to see how she handled it and stop at the right point. I was sure she could take one or two more, but that would probably mean I would have to abandon some of the plans I had for later. I was unwilling to do that even though the adrenalin rush I was getting from caning her like this was positively euphoric. I decided it was enough. I reached down and pulled up her shorts. I actually had to heft her over my shoulder to untie the rope. Once that was done I laid her on a big mossy patch under the tree and left her to recover for a while. It was so idyllic by the lake that the contrast of activity and environment was almost overwhelming. My hunting and fishing trips would never be the same! I strolled down the shore a ways and then back to where Laura lay. It had probably been about 20 minutes since I'd put her there when I returned. She was just beginning to regain her senses when I got back. I sat down and just watched her for a few more minutes. She was still sobbing, but softly now, and her breathing was nearly normal. Not surprisingly, she was laying on her side so that neither her ass nor her tits were against the ground. She looked so fucking hot I was tempted to take her right there, but patience can be a virtue I knew. Finally I spoke to her, "Can you stand?" She looked up as if just then realizing I was even there. It took another minute or so for her eyes to fully focus and then she finally rasped, "I'm not sure." "Let me help" I said as I leaned down and putting my hands under her armpits, lifted her to her feet as gently as I could. I had to hold her until she gained her balance. We just stood there with me steadying her for a few minutes longer. "Walk?" I finally asked, adding "Take your time, go at whatever pace you can." She looked at me with a kind of funny looked and started to almost shuffle toward the cabin rather unsteadily. I firmly took hold of her upper left arm with my right hand and more gently held her wrist in my left, steadying her as she walked. I didn't have a watch, but I'd estimate it took us nearly 45 minutes to cover the half mile back to the cabin. By the time we got there she was reasonably stable and under her own power, but moving extremely tentatively. As we entered the cabin she still hadn't said a word. "Go wash your face, it will make you feel better" I directed, not knowing if it really would. When she came out of the bath I told her to lie down and rest for a while. She still didn't speak, but just did as I'd said. She was very careful how she got onto the bed, again laying on her side. I was sure she would sleep for a while. I pulled the door closed and went out to sit on the porch again and just enjoy a little solitude and ponder this entire nuttiness. It was much to late for second thoughts, but I couldn't help but hope I was actually assisting John and Laura. As I reflected, I was sure that this was what Laura had wanted, and based on her reactions so far I was pretty sure that 'needed' was the right word too. Oh, I knew it was more than she'd experienced before, much more. And certainly more than she'd expected. I wondered if this experience was going to get it out of her system, or increase the need. Again based on the way she'd been reacting so far, I suspected the latter. I didn't spend much time thinking about those issues though, I was thinking about how much I was enjoying myself, or rather enjoying using her. I was also thinking about my plan for the rest of my time with her. I still had a couple of things I definitely wanted us to experience together. I sat there daydreaming until the sun started to go down and the air began to cool quickly. I went back inside and closed up the windows and decided it was time to light the fire, then organize dinner. It was time to go check on Laura, besides I was eager to swap the smaller butt plug for the large one. When I opened the door to the bedroom I think the noise must have roused her because her eyes where just opening as I sat on the edge of the bed, but she still had a sleepy look. I brushed the hair hanging in her eyes aside and asked her, "How you doing?" As she fully woke I could tell she was mostly recovered. Sore to be sure, but had some fight back. Not answering my question directly she glared at me and nearly spat, "How can you be such a fucking mean bastard one minute and so nice the next?" I chuckled, "Well fucking mean bastard, by the way, is exactly what you asked for! As for the nice part, it's easy, I like you." She shook her head, but grinned a bit. I repeated my earlier question, "How are you?" She stretched a little as if to try and assess the answer, "Okay I guess. I hurt like Hell!" "Ready to have that little item in your ass removed?" I asked "LITTLE! Yes I'm ready" she snapped. "Good!" I said with a smile. "Oh NO! Nope, no!" she said realizing too late what I intended, not that it would have mattered of course. "Oh Yes! Come on" I said offering a hand to help her stand. "Scott, not now, not yet, please!" "Look bitch" I growled, "stop arguing with me. It's time to stretch that asshole the next step unless you want to get split open with my cock. And if you don't start behaving a little better, I'm going to use that crop on your ass again. In fact I might just anyway, so stop pissing me off. Now get out of those clothes and out in the other room." She took the offered hand and became quite compliant quickly striping off the shorts and shirt. The thought of more ill-treatment on her ass evidently was enough to change her attitude. I continued to marvel at the spunk in this lady. As we went out in the main room I instructed he to bend over the chair again. The lube and bigger plug were laying right there. She rather hastily did as instructed. I just stood back admiring her ass as she bent. I'd done just the right job with the switch. She had three nice red welts contrasting against her lovely white skin. The beauty of a switch like that is it hurts like a son of a bitch at the time, but unless used to excess it allows more 'attention' to the area to be tolerated rather soon. I still hadn't made a final decision about cropping her buns some more, but I sure wanted to. I firmly grasped the base of the plug and told her to relax and grip the chair arms firmly. Again she did as instructed, relaxing as best she could. I began a firm, steady pull on the plug rather than just yanking it out. It started to slide out and then with a POP, burst free. She gave a large sigh of momentary relief. Without defiance, just a polite request she asked, "Could we wait just a minute before the other one, please" "Believe me, the sooner it goes in, the easier on you. But, you choose, if you want a few minutes rest you can, but I wouldn't" I said, meaning it. She took a deep breath and after about thirty seconds replied, "Okay, go ahead then." I took the tube of lubricant and using my fingers worked some in and around her little rosebud. Then I actually squirted some up her rectum. Lastly I lathered the plug with it until it was literally dripping. This was going to be an effort to insert and I wanted it to go as smoothly as possible. Even I marveled a bit at the size of the thing, but it wasn't as big as me and I knew she could handle it, now that the first one had loosened her up a bit. As before I told her to relax as I put just the rounded tip of it against her pucker. This time I waited for her to really relax. "Take a couple of deep breaths and relax as much as you can, I'll be a gentle as possible, honest." She did exactly that, and I did as promised. I exerted a steady firm pressure on the base of the thing, but pushed it in very slowly. It was pretty erotic watching the black cone stretch her sphincter muscle wider and wider. By the time it was about 3/4's in she was grunting and gasping, still doing her best to relax. I pushed a little harder. "Almost there, just a little bit more" I encouraged as the thing stretched her wider still. "OH, OW, OH SHIT!" she started to pant. It was nearly there and then with a final extra push the widest part was at her opening and it popped the rest of the way in. She gave a loud grunt. "Fuck! It feels like you shoved a watermelon up there. God it hurts!" "You'll get used to it in a minute. Just think what it would have been like if I have tried to fuck your ass without doing this!" She just grunted and panted some more, still bent over, trying to adjust to the hugeness she was feeling. "Stand up when you're ready" I said and leaving her to decide on her own I went to the sink and washed my hands and started to fix dinner. I wasn't sure how hungry she would be, but I was starved. I was also getting damn horny again, but had my plan and was sticking to it. "I'm going go light the grill, you getting hungry?" I looked over and she was mostly upright, still bent at the waist a little with her hands on the back of the chair . "Not really" she grunted, still not adjusted to being so full. I had planned a simple but nice meal. Grilled stakes, a vegetable salad, asparagus and sautéed mushrooms. In about 30 minutes I was ready to start cooking. I put everything on and seasoned the steaks, waiting till the last minute to slap them on the grill. Laura was walking around a bit, evidently having come to grips with her new friend. "How do you like your steak?" I asked, as if she were any old diner guest. "Uh, oh medium please" she was apparently still a little distracted. While the steaks were grilling I opened the bottle of sparkling champagne grape juice I brought. No alcohol, remember. Not exactly a Merlot, but festive nonetheless. I served diner and just as Laura was about to sit I said, "Hold on a sec" and ran into the bedroom and brought out one of the oversized feather pillows for her to sit on. "Thanks" she smiled, "I really can't figure you out." Off balance! She ate surprisingly well, though slowly. I nearly inhaled my meal, trying to retain some manners at least. There is nothing I like better than a good steak, grilled over a fire and cooked in the great outdoors. We ate in silence. I split the last of the cider between our two glasses and continued to sip quietly. As I got up to clear, she said "Want some help?" "Nope, you're my guest. Just relax and make yourself comfortable." She looked at me skeptically. "No, really" I said. She shrugged and went over to the overstuffed couch and sort of sprawled, trying not to sit directly. I puttered around, put away the food, cleaned up the dishes and kitchen, mostly killing time until I figured that big plug had loosened her up as much as possible. I was starting to get hard just thinking about pounding my cock up her ass. I decided I just couldn't wait any longer. "Okay you little slut, it's time" She knew what I meant, but didn't say anything or move, just looked at me waiting for instructions. "Over the chair again" She delicately got back in position. She didn't realize I had a couple of surprises in store. First I took some stretchy Velcro straps and fastened her ankles to the chair legs, this spread her legs nice and wide and made sure she wouldn't be able to move much. Next I attached the wrist cuffs and bent her over so her ass was the perfect height and well exposed. I stretched her forward and attached the cuffs via a piece of rope to the front legs. She was complete exposed and vulnerable and her torso was hanging over the chair seat. I wasn't done. I went and got the ball gag and without letting her see them, the adjustable nipple clamps and a couple of the heavier weights for them. The first thing I did was gag her. Then I stopped and standing behind her I started to finger her pussy, playing frequently with her clit. Almost immediately she was flooding my hand with her juices. Even knowing what was coming she was an insatiable little slut. She was squirming and moaning into the gag and wiggling around trying to maximize the stimulation. I let her build very close to cumming before I stopped. I could tell she was groaning into the gag and probably begging for more. I went in front of the chair and finally let her see the clamps. Her eyes went wide and she started to violently shake her head from side to side. I knew her nipples would be extremely sore and sensitive, so I didn't tighten the clamps as much as before, but plenty tight enough to be felt, especially after I hung the weights on them, which I did. As soon as the weights were in place she tried to hold as still as possible because as much as they hurt just hanging there if she moved the tore sadistically at her tender flesh. I knew she wouldn't be able to hold still long however. By now I was rock hard. Now normally a cock is going to give some and make anal a little easier than a plug or dildo does, but I swear that to me at least, my cock felt like steel. I stripped off my clothes and stood in front of her. "Take a good look at what you're about to feel bitch" I mocked. I moved back behind her again and though impatient, took the time to finger her some more. For a second time I pushed her right to the edge, though it took longer because as she started to squirm her nipples were feeling exquisite pain. Still, when I stopped I could tell she was groaning in frustration. At last it was time. I really had to pull hard to get the plug out, but out it came. I just stared for a moment at her obscenely gapping hole. Much to my pleasure it didn't close up, but looked like a small tunnel. I squirted some lube inside and much as I had with the plug I covered my massive cock with it too. As I place the head against the opening I could hear her muffled screams of anticipation. "Shut up bitch, I haven't even started yet!" I couldn't resist. I slapped her ass hard with my right hand, catching the end of the middle welt. The scream that came out even through the gag was unbelievable. What Are Friends For? Ch. 04 I pushed. Hard and steady and watched in fascination as my cock slowly disappeared in her bowels. It took a while, but I was most of the way in. I pulled out all but the head, equally slowly, savoring the mind-boggling tight encasement around my cock. I poured more lube on the shaft of my cock as I inserted it again, equally slowly, but this time until I was all the way in. My balls pressing against her pussy. I started to pump in and out picking up speed. I reached around and tweaked her clit for a while as I continued to build the intensity of my thrusts. I wasn't sure what noises were coming out of her. I knew her nipples had to be on fire. Her ass surely was taking a serious mistreatment but her cunt was experiencing a contrasting pleasure. I worked her clit hard as I fucked her ass faster and faster. Between the shear excitement of the act and the tight squeezing of my cock, I knew I was going to cum quickly. I wanted it to last, but it felt so damn good it really wouldn't matter. I was jack-hammering away as I felt my balls start to boil. I could feel her responding to my manipulations too and redoubled the attack on her clit. I was nearly there. And then it happened. I slammed as deep and hard as I could and felt my cock shoot glob after glob of cum deep inside her. I kept pinching and pulling her clit as my cock went through contraction after contraction and as my climax came to an end I felt the tremble and shaking of her body that indicated she was cumming too! I collapsed over her back, momentarily too weak to move. Finally I found the strength to stand and to finish by pulling my deflating cock out of her ass. Trying to move was difficult, but I managed to move around to the front of her and remove the clamps from her distended nipples. She was like a rag doll, head down and just slumped over the chair back as if her skeleton had been removed. I undid the wrist cuffs then moved behind her to undo the ankle restraints. Still she didn't move, though She was breathing heavily. I unfastened the ball gag and removed it too. I looked at her from behind, still motionless. Her ass was still gapping open and my cum was running out and down her legs. I flopped on the nearby couch to recover myself and just watched her. After a while she found a way to move to the couch as well and slumped down next to me. It was minutes before either one of us could speak, but she was looking at me with focused eyes. "Well?" I grunted. "Scott, that hurt so much!" she squeaked But after a pause and with a smile she added, "But it hurt so fucking good too!" Unbelievable, well not really. It was what I actually had expected. I was now sure I had my answer as to whether or not this weekend would get this out of her system for good. No way in Hell! I just smiled at her. Still moving delicately, she repositioned herself in a way so as to cuddle. I put my arm around her and we just sat there quietly holding each other. Life was good. We sat like that for a while until Laura finally said, "Scott, I'm wasted. Can we go to bed now?" I guess it was the specific words, but it felt strange. I was about to 'go to bed' with my best friend's wife. It wasn't as if that wouldn't be anticlimactic after the day we'd had, it was just the thought of getting into bed together. "Sure, it's been a long day" "I'm kinda a mess too. Can I go clean up?" she'd started asking permission for everything, which I took as a positive sign. "Of course. Do you want to shower?" "Too tired, just clean up a little tonight" "Okay you go ahead and use the bathroom first, I'll button everything up." She headed to the bath and I tossed another couple of logs on the fire, checked everything and headed to the bedroom when I heard her come out of the bath. I went in to wash up myself and by the time I came out she was in bed and nearly asleep. I put out the final light and crawled in with her. She rolled over and we wrapped ourselves around each other, much as we had on the couch. It was a matter of minutes before we were both sound asleep. To be continued Feedback is encouraged and appreciated. All comments with a valid email address will receive a reply. What Are Friends For? Ch. 05 The following totally fictitious writings and are intended for the sole readership of those of LEGAL AGE. The ADULT ONLY material contained within is also for personal use only where local standards permit scenes of violence and sex. Please do not read further if any of these subjects offend, or if you are not of legal age. This is a work of fiction. The author does not condone violence of any sort. The following is under Copyright and is for your sole enjoyment. Your cooperation in not using the material in any other application without the express permission of the author is requested. Thank you. Sometime during the middle of the night I awoke, momentarily confused as to the where and what. However, when a delicate hand has a hold on your cock and another is fondling your balls, you figure out quickly what's up. It was quickly me. Once she had me fully hard she rolled on top of me and guided me into her once more wet pussy. Damn it felt good. This time I let her control the tempo and just lay back to enjoy. I'll tell you this, she can give as good as she gets. She kept increasing the pace and was soon hammering away nearly as hard and fast as I had earlier. Well before I was there, she cried out as she came for the first time. After all, this was my fourth time in less than a day. She was persistent however, and talented. Soon I was getting close myself but not before she'd cum twice more, each one seemingly stronger than the first. Finally her tightness and skill were enough to push me over the top and I exploded deep inside her just as she reached her forth orgasm. Man the lady can fuck! We collapsed into each others arms and were soon sleeping hard once more. When I opened my eyes again, sunlight was pouring through the windows. I didn't have any good idea what time it was, but sensed it wasn't too early. Laura was still out cold and still had her arms wrapped around me. I wiggled out of her grasp and quietly got out of bed, trying not to wake her. She stirred a bit, but never woke. I headed for the kitchen to put on the coffee, an almost addictive habit of mine; get out of bed, make coffee. Once that was going I decided to stoke up the fireplace. The sun wouldn't warm the cabin for a few hours yet and I had plans for Laura before then that weren't clothing optional, none would be allowed. I grabbed my sweats and shirt and headed to the bathroom. After my morning pee I started rummaging in the medicine cabinet for things I knew I had on hand. I'd tried to be quite, but either I was unsuccessful or she simply woke up. By the time I came out of the bath Laura was just sitting up on the side of the bed. Her tits were starting to show the bruising that I knew would last a while, and judging by the way she sat up, her ass was pretty tender too. "How do you feel?" I asked neutrally. "I'm not quite sure yet, but pretty damn stiff and sore for sure!" she said in what sounded like ill-humor. I couldn't blame her really. "Here take these, I'll get you some water," I said handing her a small fistful of pills. "What's all this?" she said very skeptically. "When are you going to start trusting me, huh? There is ibuprofen for the swelling, acetaminophen for the general pain and a megadose of vitamin C to help the bruising. If you don't want them, don't, but they will definitely help. And don't forget, I'm not through with you by a ways yet." "I'll take the water please," she said a little sheepishly. I got it for her. By the time I returned she was on her feet and stretching carefully. I got a look at her ass and other than the three stripes it looked normal, though I'm sure it was sore. The stripes had turned to a dull red and the welts, while still present were smaller. The bruising was starting to show. All and all she'd be damn sore for a while longer but she was perfectly alright. I'd done my job well, so far. It wasn't over. "A real hot bath will help the stiffness too. Want me to run it for you?" I said with a sincere smile. She smiled back and said yes. By the time I had it going the coffee was ready. Before I headed back to the kitchen to get some I said, "I added some bath salts, that should help the soreness too. Do you want some coffee?" "Not a coffee drinker, any tea?" "I'll check" was my response" I returned with a coffee cup in hand and informed her that there was some tea, I'd bring her a cup in the tub. She smiled again, "Thanks" "And take it as hot as you can stand, it will help the soreness more" I said as I went back to make the tea. This time when I returned she was neck deep in that tub which is wonderful for soaking. I handed her the tea and sat on the toilet to talk a bit. "You soak as long as you like. I'll go get breakfast organized. Pancakes, bacon and eggs okay?" "I'm surprisingly hungry, that would be great" She replied. "Take your time, I'll get everything ready but wait till you're out to start cooking" "You really are an enigma, you know!" she said in a voice I hadn't heard before. "Thank you!" was all I said as I headed to the kitchen, closing the bathroom door behind me. As I was getting the food ready, I realized that I felt like a little kid on Christmas morning. All excited to open my presents, or in this case present. I couldn't wait to get to the final piece of my 'plan'. After that I intended to just play it by ear. In my mind I kept running through exactly how I intended to abuse Laura's pussy with the crop and more. My daydreaming was interrupted when Laura came out of the bedroom wearing her shorts and tee shirt. As I started cooking I asked, "Feel better?" "Actually, quite a bit better. Thanks." She was moving more normally, but was obviously still a bit stiff. I figured I had all day to give her cunt a complete workout that would result in her having no choice but to think about this weekend for at least a few days. I fully intended to keep my promise to John that she would come home unable to walk normally. She looked completely fuckable! Which was exactly what I had in mind. Soon I had breakfast on the table and again we both ate heartily and in near silence. Once finished, I cleared and cleaned up while she had a second cup of tea. All done, I said to her, "Time for us to start the day off right. Go into the bedroom and get undressed. I'll be right there. Better go use the toilet too!" Her expression was definitely one of trepidation, but she got up and headed that way. I gathered what I wanted from the main room and headed to the bedroom myself. There I picked up the other items I was going to use and set everything near the bed. I stripped the bed until only the fitted sheet remained. By that time Laura was just coming out of the bathroom. I was half hard just from the anticipation. Laura saw the pile of cuffs, rope, crop and ball gag. "Please Scott, don't do this. I really don't think I can stand it. It's just too much! PLEASE!" she begged. Hardheartedly I said, "I'm doing this and you have no choice but to stand it!" "Oh God Scott, please don't crop my, uh . . . your, , , cunt" she pleaded in halted meter. "Very good, you remembered. Now get on the bed" "At least give me a safe word, please. I would have used it several times by now if you had and I know this will be worse, please at least that!" "A safe word isn't going to do you any good with a gag on, besides we've been through this already. You had your chance and insisted on not having one, it's too late to change your mind" I said evilly. She just sagged and involuntarily shuttered. Then, as if I had just thought of it, I told her what I'd actually had in mind all along. "Tell you what. No safe word, but I'll leave off the gag. When it truly gets to where you can't take any more, you can beg me to stop. If you beg real good, maybe I will. BUT, if you start begging before I'm convinced you need to, I'll gag you then and keep cropping that little twat until it bleeds, got it?" She looked shaken. Of course I wasn't going to do that, but after the last 24 or so hours, I had so effectively kept her off her equilibrium that I knew she thought I just might. It effectively gave her a safe word, because I knew she wouldn't start begging now until she really did reach her limit, which was exactly what I wanted to know. "Okay, I understand" she said shakily, and then she laid down on the bed. I was getting more and more excited. First I secured her hands to the sides of the headboard. Then I put the cuffs on her ankles. Tossing the ropes over the appropriate beams I was able to pull her legs up and apart until they made a very wide V that just barely lifted her ass off the mattress. When I tied it all off it was perfect. She was obscenely splayed and I had complete access to her totally vulnerable crotch and the tender insides of her milky white thighs. As I picked up the crop I heard her gasp softly. I made her wait, anticipating when and where the first blow would fall. Finally I just had to begin. I started by working up and down the insides of each thigh. Slapping hard enough to sting nicely, but not too hard, yet. I spent several minutes like that coming as close as I possibly could to her pussy lips without actually touching them, then I'd work about half way from her crotch to her knee. Side to side up and down until the whole insides of her thighs were a very nice pink. She was soon grunting softly, trying to maintain control. I decided to move on, the next time I worked toward her cunt I didn't stop like before. I continued until I was slapping her pussy lips themselves, though definitely not as hard as I had been smacking her thighs. I landed about a half a dozen blows to her lips before pausing to let the sensation sink in. I was sure it was painful, but not nearly as painful as it would be before I was done. I started up again, leaving more time between strokes and rather than the predictable pattern I'd followed before, I started to randomly target throughout my 'play area'. I could tell her thighs were getting sensitive and that each of those stung more and more, plus about every fifth or so smack landed on her pussy. I was being careful, however, to avoid her clit. I was saving that for later. By now she was really starting to sweat and thrash and the OW's and OH's were being heard on each slap, especially the ones right on her swelling lips. Already her cunt was getting puffy and the whole area had gone from light to dark pink, bordering on red. I continued a while longer but began varying both the frequency and strength of each swing. The mixture of cunt versus thigh slaps was getting closer to one to one. She was now crying out loudly on every one. I could tell she was getting close to her limit, but knew she would push herself as far as she possibly could before begging, to be sure and not incur the wrath I'd promised if I didn't believe her. Just before I thought she would crack, I land three rapid blows on her cunt. Harder than any of the previous ones, then I stopped. It took a moment before she realized I had actually stopped. She was having trouble catching her breath when I moved on to the next part of my plan. I crawled between her legs and started to lick her. She tasted even better than I'd dreamed. First I licked all around her pussy, then in between the lips, penetrating as deep as I could with my tongue. Finally I started to work on her clit. Licking and sucking, even nibbling. She was squirming almost uncontrollably, though the way I had her tied she could actually move very little. The moans coming from her were quite different than just moments before. I could tell she was quickly approaching an orgasm that I suspected would be explosive. That is it would be if I let her cum, which I had no intention of doing anytime soon. When she was seconds from cumming, I stopped. "OH GOD NO, please, Please don't stop! PLEASE!" she wailed. I stood up and picked up the crop again and started to lash her pussy. Every blow was directed at her cunt, I was through with her thighs. I did not intend to stop this time until she finally started to beg. I was relentless. The pace was quick and the strength was high. As I suspected it didn't take long. I was sure she was in agony by now as she started to scream "STOP, STOP I'M BEGGING YOU, STOP! I CAN'T STAND IT!" I landed only a couple of more blows and then did indeed stop. Immediately I went back to her cunt with my mouth. This time starting in directly on her clit. In a surprisingly short time she was back to the squirming and moaning of pleasure, though I was certain that the pain and stinging had hardly gone away. Soon she was once again on the verge of cumming. Just before she did I ignored her clit and went back to licking between her swollen lips and tongue fucking her as deep as I could. Naturally her orgasm slid away. Once I was sure it had receded enough that I could resume, I renewed my assault on her clit. Her begging had changed once more, "OH GOD, don't STOP! Make me cum, God I need to cum, PLEASE! LiCK ME, FUCK ME, MAKE ME CUMMMM!" I continued to alternate between attacking her clit and ignoring it, trying to drive her mad with lust. Her words had become almost incoherent but I knew I was having the affect I sought. One last time I pushed her to the very edge of cumming and just an instant before she did I took the crop which I'd picked up without her notice and slapped her smartly and quickly three times right on the clit. That did it, she screamed at the top of her lungs as she came and came hard. I nearly came myself I was so turned on. Without waiting for her to even begin to recover I rammed my cock deep inside her and started to pound away, hard. I knew I wouldn't last more than a minute or two, but I wanted her to be sore and raw inside and out. Before I could climax she screamed out cumming again. That did it, the pulsing of her cunt walls sent me over the edge. I exploded deep inside her feeling jet after jet of my jizz filling her up. She kept cumming non-stop until I was fully spent. I nearly collapsed on top of her, but I wanted to get her untied quickly. Somehow I managed to get myself up and released her. She slumped into a puddle of sweat and cum and I fell down beside her fully wasted myself. It was a long time before either one of us moved. "Holy shit" I muttered at last, still not getting up. Laura was still just slumped there too, but her breathing was back to normal. "That's an understatement" she whispered hoarsely. I couldn't help but chuckle. I realized it was nearly noon. The morning had been more than I'd ever imagined. I dragged myself off the bed and looked around trying to make a mental list of what needed doing before we left. We still had a few hours, but I really wanted to be sure I had Laura home early. I knew John would be going nuts by late afternoon and after all this was suppose to be largely for his sake, though I could hardly convince myself that I hadn't gotten the better of the deal than either he or Laura by a large measure. I first went out to the truck and retrieved all the stuff I'd locked up. I certainly wasn't worried about her trying to take off now! Laura took her things and started to put on some clothes until I said, "Don't do that yet, please. I want to enjoy looking at you naked as long as possible." She smiled at me and blushed slightly, but set down the clothes and said, "Okay, but you too then!" I smiled back, shrugged my shoulders and started about my chores in the buff too. "What can I do to help?" she asked. I gave her a couple of lightweight assignments while I cleaned the kitchen thoroughly, packed up the food, and bundled up all the garbage to haul out. She was unmistakably exhibiting symptoms of the ordeal she'd been through. It took us about ninety minutes or so to do everything except clean ourselves up and dress. I had just about decided enough was enough and that she'd had all she could take when she stunned me. She came up behind me and pressing herself against me wrapped her arms around my chest and spoke softly into my ear, "Fuck me one more time!" I turned and faced her, and with a big grin said, "If you want it, you have to earn it first!" She laughed softly and replied, "Okay, how?" evidently completely unafraid of what I might demand. "That blowjob you gave me yesterday is simply the best one I've ever had. Give me an even better one and I'll fuck you royally before we go" Without a word she took me by the hand and lead me to the bedroom. She had me lay down and she got between my knees. Just thinking about what was coming I started to get hard. She looked at me with a big smile and actually started opening closing her mouth, stretching her jaw. When I was about half hard she started sucking me. Since I wasn't full size yet, she could get the whole thing in her mouth. Well, it had to be somewhat down her throat too, but she seemed to have her gag reflex under control. She bobbed up and down, licking and sucking like mad as I continued to grow. It didn't take much of this treatment before I was fully hard. She didn't let up though. She couldn't take all of it, but more like three quarters. Certainly she was able to handle more of it and much better even than the day before. I thought I'd died and gone to heaven it felt so good. Unlike anything I'd ever experienced before. She sensed when I was getting close and started to massage my balls. That was more than I could stand and I started to pump stream after stream of thick cum down her throat. She amazed me again by sucking and swallowing so fast and furious that other than a little dribble or two that escaped she managed to swallow almost every drop. She kept sucking and licking as I started to soften until finally, being so sensitive I pulled her off me. She looked at me with a shit eating grin and licked the last few drops of cum off her chin and made an exaggerating swallowing motion. She was truly a complete slut, and I loved it! "Well, good enough to get me laid?" she said with that same self satisfied grin. "Shit Laura, I have to admit that was truly amazing. No other woman has ever come close to that!" I said in true awe. "Well, I tried extra hard because I didn't want you to have any excuse not to ravish me one more time!" she laughed. "Oh you're entitled to your ravishing after that! But it's going to be a little while and you're going to have to be pretty encouraging for me to get it up again," I teased. "Oh don't you worry about that. I'll see that you get it up big boy" she teased right back. She got up and went into the bathroom. I just laid on the bed trying to recover, wondering whether or not I had anything left to keep my part of the bargain before we had to leave. Laura was gone quite a long time, but when she finally returned she laid down next to me putting her head on my shoulder and sort of draped her body over one side of me. It felt wonderful as we laid there silently for a long time. Laura was the first to move and she surprised me by rolling over on top of me a bit more and planting a very sensuous kiss on my mouth, which I returned with equal intensity. It occurred to me that it was the first time we'd kissed. I almost laughed at the absurdity of that, but was too consumed in the moment. Soon we were kissing passionately as she rubbed her breasts against me and wiggled her thigh against my balls. When she reached down and started rubbing the head of my cock, any doubt as to whether or not she was going to get fucked vanished. It was at that moment that I decided she was unquestionably the most erotic woman I'd ever known. After what she evidently deemed was adequate foreplay, she rolled on her back and was pulling on me to mount her, which I wasted no time in doing. I wasn't quite fully erect yet, but as I felt her warm, wet, velvety flesh engulf me, I knew I would be very soon. I had intended to give her a relatively gently, good, long fuck since I knew it would take quite a while for me to cum again.