0 comments/ 31717 views/ 3 favorites Something New By: Elizabeth Puckett He entered the bedroom to see her in position, kneeling on the bed, legs spread wide, head down, hands back. His command had been properly followed, after, of course, she had taken a moment to check her ass for fresh welts. Under the curtain of her hair and behind the film of pain-tears, her smile was brilliant. She bore His marks, and she was certain she'd be feeling this weekend for the rest of the month. "Very good, slut." His voice was mellow, His demeanor relaxed. Her "punishment" had served them both well, her ass was glowing, marked, and he could see the wetness on her inner thighs. "Are you ready to follow my commands again?" Her body shuddered slightly under the caress of His voice. Her own, tight and quick, answered "yes, sweet Master." His face split in a grin. "We'll see if you find me so sweet in an hour slut." "Yes, Sir." It was a struggle to keep herself from saying I will always find You sweet, Master, especially Your cock, but she knew impertinence would most likely her a much less pleasurable punishment this time. Instead, she tried to control her stuttering breath and shuddering body. She had no idea what was next on His agenda, but He had promised a full weekend, and she was hoping for something new. "You are to stay as I put you, unless otherwise ordered. And no matter what is done to you, slave, you are not to cum until I give you permission. Understood?" The slowing breath caught in her throat. Orgasm denial? Certainly something new, but she wasn't certain she was up to the challenge. She settled her heart before answering. "I can try, Sir." His hand came down heavy on her hot ass, drawing a half-stifled scream from her. "You'll do more than try, slut." His voice was harsh now. "You'll do as I say." "Yes, Master." Fresh tears fell on the bedsheet. Sweet agony filled her and her hands clenched, determination growing to do as He wished of her, contemplation of the feat fighting it down, and realization of the promised final outcome making it strong again. She knew He could draw this out for hours, but she had been told, and read, that denial made the orgasm all the more amazing when it was finally granted. She consoled herself with that idea and focused on the heat of the welts on her ass cheeks, pulling awareness away from her throbbing clit and the aching emptiness she felt in her cunt. She moaned as she felt the back of His cool hand caressing the stinging marks, examining His handiwork. "Good girl." The hand left her and she could hear Him moving deftly across the room. In her minds eye, He glided. The grace of His movements, strong and cream-smooth, made her hot every time she even thought of Him. She exiled the image and focused on the welts again. She was surprised when she felt the blindfold slip over her head; she hadn't even heard Him return. Stiff sheepskin-lined leather cuffs went around her wrists and ankles, fastened securely with padlocks. The click of the locks echoed and reechoed through her head. Then He gently guided her to an upright kneeling position. A gentle kiss on the back of her neck, swiftly followed by a collar matching the cuffs, wider and heavier than the one she usually wore. She fought to hold back the shaking of her body, but the tremors grew despite her best efforts. Her arms were pushed out away from her body, and she held them there as HE wrapped her torso in a heavy leather corset. It was sheepskin lined, as were the other appliances, and extended from an inch below her breasts to the top of her hips. She was shocked. He must have been planning this for a long time, for this new corset was obviously custom made; it fit her too perfectly. Five padlocks secured the front, cool air penetrated it at the small of her back and several other spots along her spine. His hands guided her to her stomach, arms out in front of her, legs together. The leather around her midriff felt more like wood, stiff and ungiving. It bit lightly into her ass cheeks, reminding her of the delicious pain of her earlier punishment. Pressure on the bed rocked her out of her reverie, and she realized her Master stood above her, one foot on either side of her leather-clad torso. Her body tightene4d involuntarily, then she heard the click of a climbers clamp on the corset, then another, and two more. He leaned over and she could feel Him attaching clamps to the cuffs at her wrists, then turning and the same clicks echoed up to her from her ankles. Then His weight was gone, and she heard nothing for eternal minutes. Finally, the movement of her body was heralded by the creaking of a rope, and her torso was lifted, dragged to the left, until she dangled over empty space, her arms, legs and head limp. Again came the creaking noise and she felt her arms and legs lifted simultaneously, to the point where she felt stretched to the limit, the stiff leather of the corset biting her ass and upper back. Her legs were spread wide, leaving her soaked pussy completely exposed. She felt like an ornament, hung here so far from the ground. Hair dangled around her face, hiding red embarrassment at being so exposed and helpless, every angle and nearly every inch of skin available to Him. The corset supported most of her weight, and she felt almost as if she were floating there, the only discomfort coming from the points where the leather dug into her hips and shoulder blades. Adrenaline surged through her body when she felt His lips and tongue press firmly to her clit. The cry that issued from her throat seemed to hover forever in the air as He sucked the juices off her engorged flesh, running His tongue up her labia, cleaning her thoroughly. He then ducked under her helpless form to plant a quick and flavorful kiss on her mouth. Returning to His former position, He deliberately let the chains held in His hand jingle, informing the floating slave of His intentions. The trembling in her body trebled as she felt His large, cool hands spread the lips of her pussy even farther apart and the rubber edged clit clamp was slowly, teasingly applied. As His fingers left the clamp, she realized a small weight dangled from the end of the chain. The ecstacy was agonizing; she knew she had to fight it, not give in and let herself cum at the sheer pleasure the dangling weight was causing. Tears welled again, and her moans were choked with sobs. A small sting brought her back a little as He slapped her inner thigh with a narrow strip of leather, then proceeded to fasten it two inches below the juncture of her sex. Another short slap of leather on her other leg and a metallic snapping noise as a twin thong was placed around her other thigh. Her cunt was spread wide again and the freshly-shaven lips were clamped, held open by her shaking legs. She was trying desperately to control her body's reaction to this new situation, because each tiny tremor caused the weight suspended from her clit to swing freely, bringing her ever closer to the edge. If she started cumming now, there would be no forgiveness. She would be thoroughly punished, she was certain; perhaps even sent away for a month, denied the pleasure of her Master's company, the joy of kneeling at His feet. His voice teased her ear. "Comfy, little one?" Had she been capable of it, she would have laughed at the absurdity of the question. Instead, a half articulated plea for reprieve joined her sobbing moans. "Not yet, My love." His soft lips kissed away some of the torrent of tears. "I've only barely begun." She felt His smile against her cheek. "Am I so sweet now?" She couldn't answer verbally, merely nodded as best she could on her shaking, heavy stalk of a neck. His laugh caressed her cheek with the same sweetness His lips had moments ago. "Oh, you are precious, my pet, so very precious. Now, you will answer the questions I asked a little while ago, before your spanking. Who does the body dangling here belong to?" His hand glided across the tenderized flesh of her ass. A tremulous answer came from her, too quiet to hear. His large hand came down hard on her right ass cheek, the smacking of flesh against flesh impressive in the small space. It was over shadowed by her scream as she fought off what felt like an undeniable impending orgasm. The vibration of the slap and the involuntary jerk of her body in reaction had set the weight to swinging in a quick and erratic arc. His voice came again, close to her ear as before, not nearly as gentle. "Answer me so I can hear you whore." She bit her lip a little harder then necessary to bring herself down again, then pushed the words out as loudly as she could. "You, Sir, this body belongs to You." His other hand came up and tenderly rubbed the soft flesh between her dangling breasts. "And this heart?" She answered more easily this time drawing shaky breaths between syllables. "To You, my Master." The voice in her ear took on a quality of longing as He lifted her chin and left a lingering kiss on her forehead. "And this mind, sweet one. To whom does this marvelous mind belong?" Instantly the answer came. "Oh Sir. To You, always to You." The reward of a slow kiss was hers, their lips meeting a tongues twining for an eternal instant as He tugged the blindfold off and gazed deeply into her tortured eyes. "Yes, sweet one. Mine." Another dancing kiss as he pulled her hair back away from her face, tying it low on her skull with the blindfold. Then He produced another black strip from His pocket and kissed each of her eyelids before placing it over them and tying it off just above the knot of the makeshift barrette. "It is not to be forgotten, pet. Ever." He suddenly grabbed her ponytail and pulled her head back hard. "Understood?" She forced her mouth to form a "Never, Sir." And He let her head down gently. Her heavy breathing pounded through her head and rocked her body a little. The weighted clamp swung a little harder with each inhalation, rubbing her swollen clit faster. Deliberately focusing on calming her breath, she didn't notice until one nipple was already clamped that her Master had stepped away from her and returned again, chains jingling. "Remember what I said, pet." His voice had become so difficult to focus on. "No cumming until I say." The second clamp tightened hard on her erect nipple. These were heavier than the clit clamp, connected together and attached to a longer length of heavy chain. She felt her nipples first stretched taut, then pulled hard as He attached the last length of chain to an eyebolt recently installed in the floor. Her whimpers began to grow louder again. As a finishing touch, He grabbed a length of nylon rope and slowly wrapped it around each tit five times, then bound them together, making the erect flesh of her nipples stretch even further. From further away, He spoke again. "Such a pretty picture." She distantly heard the pop of the Polaroid camera, felt the snap of light against her sweat-damp skin. It was becoming increasingly difficult not to struggle against the bonds, trying to make the clit clamp swing faster, bring her some relief, despite the consequences. But she continued to fight for control, knowing she would seriously regret mindless disobedience. The camera popped again and again, gaining new angles on this spectacle, some of which she silently hoped He would allow her to keep. If, that was, she managed to survive this night and this amazing torture. Absorbed in this thought, it took her a moment to realize when she felt the hands on her calves that the camera was still going. Not only that, but the hands were significantly smaller and warmer than the Master's. Their touch was so soft it might have been wrapped in silk before delivery. The camera ceased and she suddenly felt His familiar fingers plunge deep into her, and heard another woman's gasp. The fingers on her legs tightened almost painfully, and that combined with the intruding digits sent fresh waves of dangerous pleasure shooting through her. Her body rocked a little in its cradle of leather, pulling hard at her captive nipples and spinning the weighted clamp again. Her mouth was wide in a moan as His finger danced across her tongue, leaving a trail of her own taste. Then a second finger joined the first, from His other hand, and she eagerly sucked at the two distinct flavors. "Delicious, isn't she, pet?" His voice gently teased her. She nodded, still sucking happily. The hands on her legs started forging a slow and deliberate path toward her sex, and the musky fingers were removed from her mouth. "Oh, god, please, Sir, more!" The soft hands on her inner thighs suddenly grew nails and raked from the leather bands near her cunt all the way to her ankles. Her hips bucked and the small soft hand gently slapped her exposed pussy as the girl moved forward. She heard the stranger quickly obeying silent orders to lie down, and could smell the rich, earthy, animal scent of lust rising to taunt her. The hanging slave's tongue darted out involuntarily, seeking what little of that flavor might be left on her lips. Her Master's voice drifted closer to her ear again. "More?" "Yes! Please!" "Are you certain you want more, slave?" She could hear the girl beneath her touching herself, delicate fingers slipping in and out of tight darkness accompanied by deliciously wet and tremulous smoky-voiced moans. Her own moans joined the other's and she could barely vocalize an agonized "Yes, please!" "As you wish, sweet one. Just remember, you begged." She felt a momentary release of pressure on her breasts, and then felt the chain being pulled, moved downward rather than up, the chain wrapped carefully through her soaked cunt, between her ass cheeks, and secured somewhere on her back. Now her clit was receiving double stimulation, forced against the new chain with every swing of the weight. Add to that the harsh caress of the chain against her labia and asshole, and she had to fight the sensation with new intensity. That done, the Master stepped away and she felt herself being lowered. Rather, she felt her upper half being lowered, arms, head and torso slowly dropping closer to that exquisite aroma. Her legs remained high, ankles fixed at the same point as before. The double consequences of this new position hit her all at once. Not only would increased gravity on her breasts increase nipple, clit and anal stimulation, it would put her head low, increasing blood flow to her brain and with it, the chance of passing out. She steeled herself and fought off the waves of painful pleasure her new position brought. Then, she had to fight the instinct to use her safe word. They had agreed when she arrived that it would not be used this session; time was too short and He had too much to teach her to deal with incessant interruptions. Surely, He knew the possible repercussions of this position, and she trusted Him with everything in her. Still, it was a battle. All doubts ceased the moment she felt her lips press into the warm wetness of the other girl's sex. Her tongue set about greedily lapping up the sweet abundance of liquid, then moved up to the hot, hard nub of flesh at the top of the slit. She sucked it into her mouth, batting it around lightly with her tongue, feeling the reciprocal movement of her own clit against the cool, smooth metal of the chain as the weight glided pendulously to and fro. Her moans joined those of the other girl, discordant, wet, heavenly music to her Master's ears. Absorbed in her duty, she did not recognize the warning snap of the whip. Surprise made her already aching body shudder then the cat of nine whickered through the air, and lightly struck the exposed area at the small of her back. Simultaneously, the girl below her seized her ponytail and held her tongue to the task. The cat came down and she felt it cruelly kiss the other open spots along her spine. Avoiding the thought of her own body's reactions, she redoubled her efforts on the hot, tight wetness in front of her, running her pierced tongue swiftly and urgently between clit and labia, plunging her tongue as far within as possible. The cat came down again, squarely and harshly on her already well-marked ass. And again, on each of her inner thighs while her tongue plowed deep. The smoky moans from above her head suddenly transformed into words as the hand on her ponytail tangled tighter. "Don't you dare cum, slut." Back to silken moans as the suspended slave sucked the hot little clit fiercely. The Master then landed His final blow with the cat, a stinging rain to the slave's pussy, lashing clit and lips. At that same moment, she felt and heard her female captor cum hard against her tongue, grinding hips up against lips, cheek and chin. Dangling there, she very nearly let go, screaming her need to cum, pleas failing to be heard or understood through the throbbing sexual release of the other girl. Finally, her hair was released and she felt the stranger turn to thank her with a delicate and probing kiss, heard more than felt the agonizing clit clamp being released, and the chain. Which had been so carefully threaded through her sex tightened for a second and she screamed again, knowing now that at any second, it was going to be either cum or pass out. Perhaps both. She fought it with what little energy she had left. Then her torso was lifted a little and the soft, strong hands of the girl unbound her breasts, gently caressing the marks left by the ropes then removing the nipple clamps and replacing them with the soothing warmth of her mouth. The bound one found her mind drifting slowly away from her body, regretting the loss of an orgasm, but finding solace in the possibility of temporary oblivion. She snapped back into her body when she heard her Master's deep voice from above and behind her. "Do you wish to cum now, sweet one?" Her voice was a mere whisper. "please, Sir, please, please, please-" her mind started to drift a little again, seeking, perhaps, the warm darkness inside the other girl's mouth, the relief that talented tongue could bring. The mouth released her nipple and she heard the girl again obeying silent positioning orders. No hands touched her as her Master's simple command reached her ears. "Cum, now." Quietly, sedately he said it but the command was still enough to send the essential ripple through her body, tearing her apart and making her run with cum. At once, the stranger and the Master converged on her. From behind, she felt a vibrator thrust into her agonizingly hungry cunt, her Master's hard, hot living cock thrust into her ass, and from beneath, the stranger clamped her mouth fiercely around her clit. The world around her flashed rainbow colors, and in the brilliant glow of pure and complete ecstasy, the dangling slave fell off the edge of the world for a while. Something New Katherine and Jane were snuggled together on the couch watching television, which was their usual Friday night excursion, when Katherine sighed loudly. Jane pushed her curly, blonde hair out of her face and asked what was wrong. Katherine sighed once more before replying with, "Well I'm bored. This is what we do every single Friday night." "Oh so being here with me and being snuggled up on the couch with me just isn't cutting it for you anymore huh?" Jane questioned, obviously annoyed and a little hurt. "No. No Sweetie. It's not like that. I was just thinking um nevermind. Forget I said anything, just know it wasn't like that." "Oh hell no! You are gonna tell me what you were gonna say! You're not doing this to me again today!" Jane said jumping up excitedly. "No. No. I'm not saying anything. I don't talk like that." She smirked. "You better tell me now." "Oh yea? What if I…" Jane landed on her before she had finished talking, "I'm gonna tickle you until you pee!" She tickled her and tickled her, all the while both of them were laughing hysterically. They rolled off the couch and landed on the floor with a thud. Still laughing the girls laid on their backs trying to catch their breath. Still breathing fairly heavy Katherine rolled over and placed her mane of dark, brown hair on Jane's chest and said, "Well you didn't make me pee but I guess I'll go ahead and tell you." "Good. Tell me. Tell me." Looking up with her penetrating, green eyes she confessed, "I was thinking maybe we could do something a little different tonight." "Oh yea? What's that?" Was the answer given with a raised eyebrow. "Um well we discussed it before, but I think you should let me shave you tonight." "Oh really?" Jane replied with a shudder. "Hell yea!" "Alright. That sounds okay with me, but here's what's gonna be the hard part for you. You have to tell me where, how, and what you're going to use before you do it." "Ok. What I was figuring we could do was this. I could go get a towel and you could lie down on it on the couch. Then I would do it there with the razor." "You're not gonna tell me anymore then that? What about water and such?" Getting up Katherine told her, "You're just gonna have to wait and see! I'm gonna go get you that towel." "Ok, ok, fine!" Katherine returned with the towel. "Now get up on the couch and get ready and I will be back in just one second." She turned leaving Jane there by herself once more. * * * * * Jane was laying on the couch, on top of the towel of course, waiting patiently for Katherine to come back when she came walking through the doorway. A pair of scissors, another towel, the razor, shaving cream, and a bowl of water accompanied her. Kneeling next to the couch, placing everything on the floor, she questioned, "Are you ready?" Jane answered yes, followed by another shudder that shook her entire body. Jane was naked from the waist down. Katherine ran her hands over her lower stomach, continuing down and spread her thighs. She had decided it would be best to trim the hair first. So, before anything else she attended to that task carefully, trimming it as close as possible. Next she was going to add the shaving cream and begin shaving. She spread Jane's thighs a tiny bit further, then applied the shaving cream generously all over. She grinned at her and asked one last time, "So are you sure you're ready to have it all gone?" "Most definitely." Jane told her, giving her an it's ok go-ahead smile. Katherine brought the razor to her pussy and starting all the way at the bottom, shaved a small patch. Then she put the razor in the water, shaking it a little to get the hair off of it. She continued only doing small patches, until all the hair was gone except the tiny area right at Jane's opening. Using her fingers she spread her lips and making sure to take extra care in this area she gently removed the hair from there too. She glanced up telling her, "Ok now don't move. I'm going to go get this towel wet so I can get the extra shaving cream off and make sure I didn't miss anything." Jane sighed audibly, smiled and said, "Ok I'll be waiting here for ya." Katherine all but ran to the kitchen sink and waited impatiently for the water to warm up. She soaked the towel, rang it out, and got back into the living room as quickly as possible. By the time she had gotten back Jane had gotten cold and closed her legs to cover up with the blanket that had been draped over the back of the couch. "Damnit girl I told you not to move!" Katherine joked. "But, but, but I got cold!" Jane laughed back. "Alright I guess it's ok if you got cold." She faked being annoyed. "But you have to move the blanket now so I can get you all cleaned up down south!" "Surely, but you gotta come over here and gimmie a kiss first." Katherine leaned over and kissed her passionately before returning to the work at hand. Instead of leaving her lying down she had Jane sit up, then scoot herself down on the couch to where her ass was just barely on it. She wiped all of the excess shaving cream off, checking to make sure she had not missed any spots. She had missed none. Having been down face level with Jane's pussy for so long Katherine just couldn't resist but to lean in and kiss her lips. Jane's breath caught in her throat as she stifled a moan. She smiled into her, then ran her tongue all the way up to her clit. Licking around her clit in a circular motion before biting it delicately. They both moaned at the same time. Katherine decided that she wanted a real taste of Jane. So she moved down, sticking her tongue all the way inside of her. She swirled it around and around, deriving pleasure from her breathing heavy and moaning. She quickened her pace causing Jane's breath to come even faster and her moans to be even louder. Then suddenly with one last loud moan accompanied by an even louder Katherine, Jane came, grasping the hair on the back of her head. Rather then stopping Katherine kept licking up every last drop of her cum. Then just as Jane thought she was done, she moved back up and started in on her clit once more. Although, this time she placed her finger inside of her instead of her tongue. She started by slowly moving her finger in and out of her, using the same pace on her clit. Breathlessly Jane mouthed faster and she quickened her pace. In between her moans that were getting louder and louder Jane asked for it to be harder. So, Katherine bit down on her clit and slammed into her as hard and fast as she could. Katherine felt her muscles tighten, then she came harder then she had before, causing her entire body to shudder. Katherine rose from the floor, got into her lap and gave her a kiss. "So how did you like our something new?" Something New "I thought we'd try something new tonight," he said. "Oh god, yes, love, I need your cock so bad I ache for it, master." She grinned at him, licking her lips as she walked up to feel how her teasing words had made his cock grow and harden. "Whoa, baby...so huge, is it really all for little old me?" she asked him, putting on an innocent little smile and looking up into his eyes as she ran her fingers softly over the head of his cock. "Yes, my love, it certainly is...all you can eat," he teased her, reaching down and tickling her ribs vigorously, making her giggle and slap his hands away. She felt herself starting to get wet and did not know if she could wait until after dinner (which was waiting in a pot on the stove) to fuck him. She was trying to think of a diplomatic way to tell him this, when he walked across the kitchen, grabbed the pot off the oven, pulled off the lid, and poured its contents (a pot roast she had spent the last couple of hours making) down the drain. "What the hell are you doing??" she started to ask. But then she stopped herself. It was always this way. There had been many episodes such as this. And she had yet to find one unenjoyable. Finally, she simply said, with a smile on her face "Where do you want me?" "In the bedroom; go lie down and I'll be there in a sec" he said as he walked over to the refrigerator and opened the door. His last words were muffled as he stuck his head inside the refrigerator and began rummaging about. She giggled as she left the kitchen and headed for their bedroom: he was always so much fun. She divested herself of all her clothing, save her socks, which she would need shortly; she preferred to undress herself, as did her lover. Then she performed the ritual that she always performed before engaging in sex with him. First, from where she was standing, she dropped straight down into the splits, her socks sliding easily across the carpet. She went all the way down, until her pussy, swollen with anticipation, nearly touched the plush softness of the carpet. But no, that would not do, not now, not when much greater pleasures were surely close at hand. Then she brought her legs out in front, and pulled them up close to her, the bottoms of her feet touching, her knees out to both sides. She placed her elbows on her knees, and pushing down, rested her face on her feet. She held this position for about thirty seconds. Then she got up, went over to the bed and allowed herself to fall backwards onto the silken sheets. She commenced to wait for her lover. And she did not have to wait long. Only moments after she had lain down, she heard the door open. She looked up just in time to see him enter the room. It seemed that he had already removed his clothing, and as she sprang to her knees, her eyes and mouth opened wide, she began to drool. It was this, along with the fact that if someone called her name or made a loud noise, she would immediately stand straight up, her body stock still, save her head, which would dart all about, looking for the source of the sound, that had earned her the pet name "prairie dog". She saw that he now carried a large brown paper bag, She looked at him inquisitively. In reply he said only "OK, I want you to get on your hands and knees, and pile up some pillows to support you." So she gathered together a few of the larger pillows on the bed and stacked them until she had a pile exactly the right size. All the while, he was removing things from the bag and laying them out at the foot of the bed. So that when she turned from her work with the pillows, it was all laid out before her: there was a package of chorizo, a bag of large hot dog buns, a bottle of mustard, and a jar of relish. She licked her lips, not because of the food (she had never eaten chorizo and did not even know what it was made of) but because she knew what he could do with normal, everyday objects. Ice, coke bottles, even mirrors, she would never be able to look at them in quite the same way, not after what he had used them for. "Ready?" he asked. She nodded eagerly, "But I have one question: why chorizo?" "Because it's Hispanic heritage month," he replied. "But we're not Hispanic," she said. "Yeah, but I'm sure it's in there somewhere," he said, tickling the bottom of her left foot lightly. She laughed, turned around, and plopped back down on top of her pile of pillows, spreading her legs out wide and waiting for him. Again, she didn't have long to wait. Only moments had passed when a long, cold object was quickly thrust into her inflamed passage. She cried out and spun her head around to look at him. "You didn't expect me to eat it cold, did you?" It was then that she understood what he had done. He had put one of the sausage-like chorizos inside her and was going to use her body to warm it up before he ate it. She had come to expect things like this from him. She lay back down as he began moving it back and forth, in and out, twisting it, first one way, then the other. She tried to stop her passage from gripping the invader too tightly, but she could not stop the pleasure she was receiving, and as she came, gripping the bed sheets and ripping them from their moorings, the sausage was crushed inside her. When she had finished with the worst of her spasms, he reached back and grabbed one of the hot dog buns, and then he took hold of the chorizo and slowly pulled it out of her. She moaned as he removed it, then screamed in surprise and pleasure as it was quickly replaced by his cock, which was a little bigger and much harder than the chorizo. The pleasure was almost too much. He pushed himself deeper, so that his thighs Were pressed tightly against her buttocks. She turned her head and saw that he had put the crushed sausage, which was still dripping with her juices, on the bun, and was now putting on the mustard and relish. She lay her head back down as he began to eat. And eat he did, the sweet taste of her juices like honey to him. And so he ate several bites of it, until he noticed that all the mustard had gathered at the back of the bun and was getting ready to drip down onto his lover, who seemed to have drifted off; then he had an idea, one that would give her a pleasant awakening indeed. He took the bun in his right hand and traced the entire length of her spine with a line of mustard. Then he put the rest of the chorizo in his mouth and swallowed the whole thing. And now to give her an awakening that she will never forget, he thought. First, he placed his tongue at the base of her spine. To do this, he had to pull most of the way out of her. She was already starting to awaken so he began to move his tongue up her spine, lapping up the mustard as he went, while at the same time he slowly re-entered her with his cock. As he did this, he knew that she was now fully awake although she made no movements. "Mmm, you like that baby, don't ya?" She moaned softly. "I'll take that as a yes," he grinned. By the time he had finished licking all the mustard from her back, he had pushed himself all the way back into her. Now they were both ready to go, so he set aside the sausage and bun as he reached around and took hold of her breasts, pulling her up so that her back touched his chest. She moaned as he did this, and somehow managed to get her feet under her so that she could straddle his cock and pump up and down; this way he would not have to let go of her breasts and grab her hips as he normally would. She began moving quickly, up and down, the perfectly toned muscles of her thighs working hard. He was perfectly still, letting her do all the work. But he still had her breasts in his hands, and he began to work his magic with them, pinching the nipples, pulling them down as far as they would go and twisting them until she thought that she would scream from the pleasure of it. She began to move even faster, as fast as she could, and it still wasn't fast enough. He was gripping her breasts so tightly that his nails made cuts in her skin. Finally, he let go of her breasts, and grasping her hips in his powerful hands, thrust his cock into her hard. Then he slammed her up and down upon it so quickly and so brutally that they both came in a matter of seconds. And she fell forward, back onto her stack of pillows. But before his cum had even finished draining into her he knew that he was not yet spent. So, quickly, he reached down and grabbed her right leg, and without removing his still-hard cock from her opening, brought her leg up and over his head so that she was now facing him. But pulling the leg around had put them both into a roll: right off the bed they went, slamming down on their sides, both of them grunting in pain as they hit the ground. But his cock was still inside of her lovely little pussy, so he rolled over on top of her, pinning her to the floor. She growled at him and bit into his shoulder, drawing blood. He roared powerfully and bit into the soft skin under her right arm. causing her to scream in pain at this violation of her sensitive flesh. He then began to thrust into her so hard and so fast that her bottom was rubbed raw by the carpet in mere moments as he hammered into her, grunting with each thrust as he bit down harder and harder on her skin. "Oh god, love! PLEASE come in me NOW!" she begged, spurring him to even harder, deeper thrusts. And with her urging, he felt himself start to come, spurting against her cervix as she whimpered in a delicious mixture of pain and pleasure, gripping him so tightly with her internal muscles that he was sure his cock would be thoroughly, painfully bruised the next morning. As he came, he thrust harder than ever into her dripping sex, popping open the gates of her womb and slipping inside, filling her with what felt like gallons of his spunk, until finally he was spent. Exhausted and still deep inside of her, he started to drift away into a peaceful slumber. And she knew that she would soon follow him. She could not even count the number of times she had come, it all seemed like one big, long, beautiful orgasm to her. With that thought in mind, she slipped off into dreams of the next "something new". Something New I heard the door close downstairs. "Did you remember the bread?" I called down to her. "Shit! No, I'll go back." I knew she was tired but her voice said she was exhausted. I stood up and went down. "That's okay," I told her. "I'm out of beer anyway." I pulled my jacket from the chair where I usually 'hang' it. "Do we need anything else?" I do most of the shopping anyway, so I was pretty sure we didn't need anything critical. Still, she might want something. "I don't know. Maybe a new life," she said with a sigh. She sat on the couch and kicked off her shoes. I looked at her -- really looked for the first time in a long time. The pretty girl I married was in there somewhere, but she was under about a million years of work days and mortgage payments. I dropped my jacket and went to her. She frowned up at me. "Aren't you going for bread and beer?" "Yeah, but not right now," I told her. I took her hand and pulled her to her feet. "Come along, Dear." She followed me, still frowning. In the bedroom I pulled her suit coat off. Her blouse followed it to the floor. She was grinning through the frown by the time I rolled her panties over her hips and knelt to lift each foot out of them, one at a time. I kissed her belly, just above the swell of her hairless mound. Then I licked down and she gripped the back of my head. She was trying -- but not very hard -- to pull me away. I was determined. "I'm all sweaty, honey," she complained. "Mmm...yeah, just the way I like you," I mumbled. I stood up, pushing her back so she sprawled across the bed, her legs flying out to the sides. I followed... I brought her off the first time with my lips, tongue and teeth. Then I used my cock to pump, prod, and stir her inside to get the next three climaxes. She had her last one the same time I finally got mine. I collapsed on her and we kissed for a long time. Later, she watched as I adjusted the water temperature. The bubbles were foaming up and the tub started to fill. I held her arm and eased her into the hot sudsy bath. "I think we need to find some new way to live," I told her as she leaned back on my arm. I poured handfuls of water over her long dark hair until it was saturated. I used my fingernails to scrub her scalp and she moaned with the pleasure. "I used to do this all the time." "Mmm...it's been a while though. I thought you had forgotten how." "Not me. It's just...well, it seems like time is always short. Or maybe your job. Or the bills and stuff. I don't know. Maybe we just need to take a break from things. Maybe we need to...I don't know...do something new or different." She sat up and I used the shower hose to rinse her hair. We didn't say anything for a while. I just washed her gently. Well, it was gentle at first. After her breasts were really clean I moved under the water to her slightly protruding belly. Her navel got clean and then I had her get on her hands and knees. I scratched and rubbed her long back before I went where we both knew I was headed in the first place. I used the loofah to scrub her butt cheeks before I let it drop into the water. More soap made my trip down between her cheeks easier. She angled her hips and moaned as my fingers slid over and over and over her little puckered back door. Her thighs parted and I found her slippery lips there. I rubbed and scrubbed and she moaned and groaned. When she clamped my hand tightly and clenched her teeth I stopped. She looked at me with half open eyes. "Something different, eh?" she asked me. "Huh? Oh, well..." Her hand reached out and grabbed my shoulder. It should have been harder for her to tip me into the tub to join her. But it wasn't. I rolled over and she was standing over me. She was wearing a grin I'd never seen before. She took a couple of steps up along my body until she was directly over my neck and head. What she did then was so out of character it was as if she had become a different woman. She bent her knees a bit and used her hands to spread her slit open. Then she let loose. Her stream splashed against my chest and neck as she pissed on me! I never knew how hot it was when it first came out. She rocked back and I closed my eyes and held my breath. Her urine splashed over my face, pungent and hot. My cock was as hard as it had ever been then as she pissed all over me. The stream dropped off to a dribble and I pulled her down. I clamped my mouth to her crotch and she groaned again, climaxing immediately as I sucked the last drops from her pussy. Then I pushed her back and down to impale her on my thick rod. I didn't have a prayer of lasting long, even though I'd filled her only a half hour previously. I tightened up as I throbbed inside her. I pulled her by her hair to me and kissed her hard, biting her lips and being bitten in return. We were both sore from all the exertion as we climbed out of the tub. Neither of us said anything. I think we were both kind of surprised at what had happened. At least I know I was surprised. We staggered to the bedroom and flopped into bed. She rolled over, her back to me, and scooted back. I spooned against her damp butt and wrapped my arm over her chest. I cupped her left breast and kissed the back of her neck lightly. "I love you," I whispered. "I love you, too," she answered back in a voice already full of slumber. I smiled and let sleep take me with her. We were okay, I thought. Something New I heard the door close downstairs. "Did you remember the bread?" I called down to her. "Shit! No, I'll go back." I knew she was tired but her voice said more. She was exhausted. I stood up and went down. "That's okay," I told her. "I'm out of beer anyway." I pulled my jacket from the chair where I usually 'hang' it. "Do we need anything else?" I do most of the shopping anyway, so I was pretty sure we didn't need anything critical. Still, she might want something. "I don't know. Maybe a new life," she said with a sigh. She sat on the couch and kicked off her shoes. I looked at her -- really looked for the first time in a long time. The pretty girl I married was in there somewhere, but she was under about a million years of work days and mortgage payments. I dropped my jacket and went to her. She frowned up at me. "Aren't you going for bread and beer?" "Yeah, but not right now," I told her. I took her hand and pulled her to her feet. "Come along, Dear." She followed me, still frowning. In the bedroom I pulled her suit coat off. Her blouse followed it to the floor. She was frowning while I got rid of the skirt and hose. By the time I rolled her panties over her hips and knelt to lift each foot out of them, one at a time, she was grinning through the frown. I kissed her belly, just above the swell of her hairless mound. Then I licked down and she gripped the back of my head. She was trying -- but not very hard -- to pull me away. I was determined. "I'm all sweaty, honey," she complained. "Mmm...yeah, just the way I like you," I mumbled. I stood up, pushing her back so she sprawled across the bed, her legs flying out to the sides. I followed... I brought her off the first time with my lips, tongue and teeth. Then I used my cock to pump, prod, and stir her up inside to get the next three climaxes. She had her last one just as I finally got mine. I collapsed on her and we kissed for a long time. A few minutes later, she watched as I adjusted the water temperature. The bubbles were foaming up and the tub started to fill. I held her arm and eased her into the hot sudsy bath. "I think we need to find some new way to live," I told her as she leaned back on my arm. I poured handfuls of water over her long dark hair until it was saturated. I used my fingernails to scrub her scalp and she moaned with the pleasure. "I used to do this all the time." "Mmm...it's been a while though. I thought you had forgotten how." "Not me. It's just...well, it seems like time is always short. Or maybe it's your job; or the bills and stuff. I don't know. Maybe we just need to take a break from things. Maybe we need to...I don't know...do something new or different." She sat up and I used the shower hose to rinse her hair. We didn't say anything for a while. I just washed her gently. Well, it was gentle at first. After her breasts were really clean I moved under the water to her slightly protruding belly. Her navel got clean and then I had her get on her hands and knees. I scratched and rubbed her long back before I went where we both knew I was headed in the first place. I used the loofah to scrub her butt cheeks before I let it drop into the suds. More soap made my trip down between her cheeks easier. She angled her hips and moaned as my fingers slid over and over and over her little puckered back door. Her thighs parted and I found her slippery lips there. I rubbed and scrubbed and scratched, as she moaned and groaned. I'd just finished rinsing her crotch free of the soap. When she clamped my hand tightly and clenched her teeth I stopped. She looked at me with half open eyes. "Something different, eh?" she asked me. She pulled the plug and the water began to drain out. "Huh? Oh...well..." Her hand reached out and grabbed my shoulder. It should have been harder for her to tip me into the tub to join her. But it wasn't. I rolled over and she was standing over me. She was wearing a grin I'd never seen before. She took a couple of steps up along my body until she was directly over my neck and head. What she did then was so out of character it left me speechless. She bent her knees a bit and used her hands to spread her slit open. Then she let loose. The stream of urine splashed against my chest and neck as she pissed on me! It reflected up into my face in tiny, hot, raindrops. I never knew how hot it was when it first came out. She rocked back and I closed my eyes and held my breath. Her urine splashed over my face, pungent and hot. My cock was as hard as it had ever been then as she pissed all over me. The stream dropped off to a dribble and I pulled her down. I clamped my mouth to her crotch and she groaned again, climaxing immediately as I sucked the last tangy drops from her pussy. Then I pushed her back and down to impale her on my thick rod. I didn't have a prayer of lasting long, even though I'd climaxed only a half hour before. I tightened up as I throbbed inside her. I pulled her by her hair to me and kissed her hard, biting her lips and being bitten in return. We were both sore from all the exertion as we climbed out of the tub. Neither of us said anything. I think we were both kind of surprised at what had happened. At least I know I was surprised. We staggered to the bedroom and flopped into bed. She rolled over, her back to me, and scooted back. I spooned against her damp butt and wrapped my arm over her chest. I cupped her left breast and kissed the back of her neck lightly. "I love you," I whispered. "I love you, too," she answered back in a voice already full of slumber. I smiled and let sleep take me with her. We were okay, I thought. Something New and Wonderful Joey and I grew up very close, as close as two twins could be. We shared everything, our joy, or heartache, and our pain. When we were younger, before we understood the differences between our genders, we used to try to switch places. Once we hit our teens, things began to change. Joey hit puberty hard. One day he was the same old Joey and the next his voice was lower and he started spending a lot of time in the bathroom. I on the other hand hit puberty about a year after him and it happened gradually. I noticed that I was starting to get bumps on my chest so I went to mother and told her. The next day we went to the store and bought a training bra. About a month later is when the weirdest thing of all happened. I woke up one day with blood on my legs and I was frightened so I went running down the hall to my parents room. My father laughed at me saying that it was about time. I didn't understand him so I turned to mom and she took me to the bathroom to show me what pads and tampons were. She then explained everything to me, from puberty to the birds and the bees. Time passed and we got used to the changes in our bodies but there was still this new chasm between us that I couldn't figure out. We had always been close so what had happened? As we got into high school, we drifted apart even more. Joey was a jock and hung out with the popular crowd. I was more artistic so I hung out with them. If one of us was going out we never invited the other anymore. It would be considered weird for us to invite our sibling along. Four years we graduated at the top of our class, in a tie for third in the class. Our parents were proud of us so they told us we could choose something expensive for a graduation gift and share it. We decided that we wanted to go to Italy for a month. So two weeks later we said goodbye to our parents and boarded the plane. Once we got to the hotel we checked in and found that there had been a mistake with the reservations so we only had one double in our room. We figured it was no big deal since we were brother and sister so we took the room and went up. At this point it was already night time so we decided to grab a quick bite to eat and then go to sleep. When we were getting ready for bed I realized I had forgotten something important. "Joey I forgot to pack a night gown and I only have enough clothes to last me the week. Would you mind if I slept, well, without any clothes?" "Only if you let me sleep nude too. I don't think I could sleep with clothes on now that I've been sleeping nude for so long." "Well, ok… I guess that's alright." We went to bed on separate sides, facing away from each other. Some where during the night we rolled to the middle and wound up sleeping cuddled together, facing each other. When I woke up in the morning he was still asleep so I just lay there not wanting to wake him. Then I noticed that I was getting poked with something and I got uncomfortable realizing that my brother had an erection and it was touching me. Curiosity got the better of me so I moved back a little so I could see it. It was huge, about 2 inches in diameter and about 10 inches long. I couldn't resist so I reached down and touched it. I slid my hand around it and then began to caress up and down his shaft. He started to moan and wake up but I was too caught up in what I was doing to notice. He started to move his hips, fucking my hand. This made me look up and realize that he was awake. Neither of us said anything, so I kept giving him a hand job. A few minutes later he shot his load all over me nearly yelling when he did, "God Julie, that was amazing!" "I'm glad you liked it!" "Now it's my turn to help you out." The next thing I knew he was moving down my body until his head was level with my pussy. He started licking, throwing me into immediate meltdown. He kept going, teasing me to the brink and then pulling back just for I went over the edge. Finally heading my cries he flicked his tongue hard over my clit, making me scream my pleasure. "Wow that was awesome!" "Good, I'm glad you enjoyed it. Let's get up and go sight seeing." "Ok." The rest of the trip was still ahead of us and we had just opened the doors to something new and wonderful.