3 comments/ 39708 views/ 6 favorites Remembering the First By: lhayes Billy and I were always hanging out together. Because we lived close by, it was easy to see each other. We originally met in elementary school but we grew closer in our early high school years. We spent tons of time hanging out at the neighborhood pool, riding bikes, and doing my paper route together. Like most young teenagers, we were slightly mischievous, curious, and it seemed we could turn any conversation sexual in nature. I had just turned 18 in the summer before senior year of high school and although we were in the same grade, Billy was a year older. He was a good looking kid of average height and build. I had slightly more athletic body, taller and slimmer than Billy. We both had had girlfriends, but never seemed to be able to get anywhere with them. Eventually we both broke it off with our girls. This certainly didn't make us any less horny. Billy and I would often talk about sex and share each others porn magazines. One night, Billy stepped out of the box. It was late and there was only a few kids left at the swim club. Billy and I went into the locker room to shower. I showered and changed, but when I went back to check on Billy, he had other ideas. I turned the corner and saw him, soaping up his cock, and jerking off. It was the first time I had ever seen another person's dick hard. I silently watched him and I realized it was turning me on. Suddenly, he then turned and caught me watching. Billy didn't even stop. He mentioned how horny he was and how he couldn't help pulling on his cock. He asked if I would 'stand guard' so he could finish himself off. I stood in a spot where I could see both the front door and him in the shower. My own dick was starting to get hard just watching Bill pleasure himself. He worked his cock over and told me how great it felt as he pumped the soapy shaft. In no time he was ready cum and after a few more strokes he started spurting his cum down the shower drain. Later that evening, alone in my room, I jerked off hard, surprisingly turned-on by what watching Billy masturbate. Later that week we talked about the incident. Billy admitted it kinda turned him on to jerk off in front of me. I had to admit to him that it excited me too. We kidded each other about 'helping each other out'. The next day, while walking home through the nearby woods, Billy mentioned he was horny. I teased him; you know what to do, so he called my bluff, pulled out his semi-hard cock and started to masturbate in front of me again. This time he suggested that I join in. Reluctant and nervous, but also turned on, I did as he said. We stood across from each other, jeans open, jerking off, staring at each others cock, and then looking at each other talking about what girl we wished was doing our work for us. Getting increasingly hornier and further losing my inhibitions, I started pumping my dick with the fever I had only ever done alone in my room. Together we pleasured ourselves and watched each other shoot our large creamy loads into the high grasses of the woods. Our mutual masturbation was a new experience for me but really quite a turn-on. This led to other sessions whenever Billy and I would spend time together. Like curious young adults, we talked about our balls and cocks, comparing size, and length and girth. We would jerk off alot together but it never went any further. Soon though, Billy would push the envelop even further. Billy always seemed to be the aggressor in our sexual experiments, but I just didn't seem to stop him. Despite my worries that a boy could make me horny, I rationalized to myself that it was just a good way to get my rocks off. One Friday night Billy and I were hanging out. Typical kid's stuff but as the hour became later, we decided to sleep over. This night, Billy's brother was away so we decide to stay at his house. We each stretched out on our own single beds. We watched TV and listened to some music. Eventually we broke out our stash of porn magazines and started to enjoy the photos and stories. After a while I looked up and noticed that Billy had started to jerk-off. I decided to join him. But this time was different. For once, we did not have the worries of getting caught at the swim club, or hiding out in the woods. We had the comfort and freedom of a locked bedroom. We both stripped off all of our clothes and continued to read and pleasure ourselves. After awhile, in what was perhaps a bit of sexual frustration, Billy sighed, tossed his magazine aside, and swung his legs to the floor, now sitting upright on the edge of his bed. He was feverishly jerking-off telling me how horny he was at that moment. I, too, sat up on the edge of my bed directly across from him, only a few feet away pumping hard on my own dick. We sat there for what seemed like an hour, totally silent, our eyes locked in a horny rage, stroking our cocks, just as we had done before. Billy broke the silence. "I wanna suck your cock". I couldn't speak. I didn't know what to say. I was frozen; my mind was racing a million miles an hour. I suppose Billy took my silence as a sign of agreement because he leaned off his bed, now kneeling directly in front of me, only inches from my raging hard-on. I let my hands drop down to my sides, knowing full well I was allowing Billy to do whatever he wanted. He grabbed hold of my cock and pulled on the shaft, his face just inches from my cock, pointing towards his wanting mouth. He wasted no time and he took most of the shaft right into his mouth. He started sucking my cock as if he knew exactly what to do, bobbing up and down, slow then faster using his hands along the shaft and caressing my aching balls; the warm, wetness of his mouth filling me with pleasure. I closed my eyes in bliss, thinking of the girls I had often fantasized about doing exactly what Billy was doing to me. His moans of pleasure hinted to me that was enjoying sucking my dick as much as I was receiving it. He pulled back off my shaft for a moment to catch his breath. I looked down and saw my cock glistening with his saliva. My cock was completely engorged. It had never felt bigger or thicker in my whole life. Billy went back for more. This time he slowly eased my shaft into his mouth. Without hesitation, he opened his throat and started to deep throat me. His nose pressed at the base of my pelvis and I could feel the head of my cock touching the back of his tonsils. He held his head there for a few seconds, pulling up swiftly when he needed a breath. Almost immediately he filled his mouth again, taking me even deeper if possible. Again and again he thrust my cock down his throat. Damn! It felt amazing. Finally, needing a rest he pulled himself off and returned to the edge of his bed and started to pay attention to his own cock again. I sat there, leaning on my elbows, my cock straight in the air, trying to comprehend what had just happened. I had just received my first blow job, from a guy no less. It did feel amazing. My hard-on was twitching from the pleasure it had just received. So close to cumming, it finally subsided and I started to jerk-off again. Looking at Billy across from me on his bed, I knew what I had to do. I crawled off the bed. Billy didn't say a word, only positioned himself better for me to give my first blowjob attempt. I could feel the heat from his dick, now only inches from my face. Nervous, scared, curious, and turned-on I grabbed hold of the shaft. It was warm and hard and smooth. I nervously took him inside my mouth, crossing the point of no return. I could taste the salty pre-cum on the tip of his dick. I fumbled on the shaft, trying to take as much of it down my throat. I tried to maintain the same rhythm up and down that he seemed so natural at, but could feel my teeth getting in the way. It felt good to me but I knew it was awkward and clumsy. I tried to stay on his cock long enough for Billy to enjoy it but I knew I couldn't have been as skilled as he was. Embarrassed and scared, I pulled off his dick and returned to my bed, this time completely lying down on the mattress. Unfazed Billy got up from his bed moving over to mine. This time he lied down beside me, only with his head at my feet. What was he doing? Hadn't he just received one of the worst blow jobs ever? Wasn't he disappointed? He lied on his side reaching out for my hips and pulling me up to lie on my side facing him. Without a word he turned his attention back to my still rock hard dick. He again started sucking my cock with great expertise. Lying beside him, I reached for his cock and started slowly, deliberately giving him a hand job, wondering if I should dare try to suck his cock again? Perhaps it was the way he took my cock in his mouth with such ease. Perhaps it was because we were completely naked and vulnerable in that position. Perhaps it was the hunger he was sucking my dick with. Or perhaps it was simply the fact that after months and months of anticipation we were finally in a situation to totally relax and try anything we had ever read or talked about. Whatever the reason, I was suddenly overcome with a wave of sexual emotion and energy. I moved my left leg over Billy's head, resting my entire body directly on top of him in a complete 69 position. My cock felt great plunging deep into his throat. But at that moment, for some reason, I wanted to give pleasure more than receive it. I wanted his cock badly. I took his dick deep and hard into my mouth. It was hot and hard and smooth and it felt great. My inhibitions melted away and I started to relax. My angle was perfect, so I opened my throat and slammed my mouth tight and deep around his shaft. His cock filled my throat and I felt the tip hit the back of my throat just as he had done to me moments before. There was no clumsiness as before, just me on a sexual rush, needing a cock in my mouth, sucking hard on the shaft, wanting to fill my mouth with his hardness. It seemed all my sexual frustrations were being released. Bill stopped sucking me, his moans of pleasure spurring my efforts. For this moment at least, I was the sexual aggressor. Plunging his cock again and again into my mouth, I couldn't stop, I wanted Billy to cum. My hand joined in unison with my mouth on Billy's shaft, his cock swelling larger in the intense pleasure. "Gonna cum" he moaned. "Oh fuck" he gasp. Billy threw me to the side as his cum swelled inside his balls. He grabbed hold of his dick just as cum erupted from the shaft. Gobs of his white, creamy cum shot into the air, across his stomach and dripped down the reddish, purple shaft. He was cumming hard and gasping and it felt good knowing that my efforts were the reason for his pleasure. His cum finally subsided. I was kneeling on the bed just above him. Billy reacted quickly. He pulled me across to straddle his face, me facing his feet. I could see his body drenched in his cum, Billy used his skillful mouth on the underside of my cock and balls. I started pumping my cock just above his chest, knowing it wouldn't be long before I came too. Bill parted my ass cheeks and buried his tongue against my asshole. The pleasure sent me over the edge. I clamped down on my cock shooting streams of cum across his chest and stomach. I had never cum with such intensity. I collapsed on top of him in a puddle of our own cum, sweat, and sexual energy. We laid there until we caught our breath. What followed next was about another three hours of sucking and cumming with all the energy and stamina only an eighteen year could provide. Billy and I had broken down any sexual barriers and inhibitions. Over the course of the next year Billy and I had sex, a lot. More times than not Billy was the aggressor. He always seemed to be the one to make the first move. For a while I tried to rationalize our relationship (until I found something better) and Billy always thought he was 'forcing' me into the sex, sensing that I was uncomfortable being with a guy. But thinking back, I really did enjoy the sex (or I wouldn't have kept doing it) and I think it was just easier (and more of a turn-on) if he initiated it. It all ended when I went off to college. It was my first and only experience with a man. I finally found some girls to explore my heterosexual side at school. More than twenty years later, I realize Bill and I learned a lot about sex together. I do not regret anything we did, and every so often, I think back fondly........and have a great jerk off session. Remembering the First-a Second Time It was a hot, lonely summer evening. My wife was away on a girlfriend's trip. I was out of town myself, spending the weekend at my parent's house. They were away on vacation and I was 'house-sitting' for them. With nothing better to do, I headed out to the local bar. It had been twenty years since I'd been to the place. I used to hang out there with my friends during our college years, as usual, trying to pick up women. I was enjoying a beer, laughing to myself realizing the pictures on the wall hadn't changed in all these years. Suddenly I felt a tap on my shoulder. It was an old friend Billy. He and I had spent plenty of nights at this place in our youth. Billy and I had met in elementary school but we got much closer during our high school days. Billy and I grew up as typical curious, mischievous kids. During the summer of our last year of high school we were a couple of horny eighteen year olds. Our failure with women back then, and the hormones of a teenager, led us to discovering sex- with each other. We spent that year exploring our bodies, having mutual masturbation sessions and eventually learning the enjoyment of receiving (and giving) a good blow job. Although I remember reluctance about having sex with a guy, looking back, I really enjoyed learning about sex in the comfort of a good friend. Billy was in town visiting his family. This night he admitted he needed a break from them. Just like me, he decided to check out the old bar scene. He looked good. He had remained physical fit, was tan and had a closely cropped haircut and beard. He mentioned that the years had been pretty good to me too. Billy had moved south after college. We rarely saw each other over the years. When we did see each other, we sometimes joked about our sexual past but never came close to ever acting on it again. We continued to enjoy a few beers, catching up on our lives and what we'd been up to. It was the same old typical stuff about wives, family, and jobs. It was getting late and we were both feeling a good buzz from the beer. I suggested he may just want to crash at my parent's place since I was there alone, and it wasn't too far from the bar. He agreed and we headed out. We stretched out in the back room, turned on the television and had a couple of more beers. We were reminiscing about some of our old classmates when the TV caught our eye. One of those cheesy soft porn movies was playing. They never show anything hard core but there are always plenty of hot chicks, nudity and sex scenes. Our conversation ceased as we watched on a girl going down on a guy in car while he was driving. It was pretty hot scene for such a bad movie. The movie sex scene started a conversation about our crazy high school history. We enjoyed some memories of our sexual past including how we turned almost any situation sexual and we eventually, gradually ended up pleasing one another. We laughed about some of our classics events. Like the time his older sister almost caught us fooling around, or how we found an empty open apartment near his house to use as our sex den., or how many times we had been together during sleepovers in the very same room we were currently sitting in. All this sex talk was kind of making me horny so I tried to ignore it. I quickly excused myself to go to the bathroom. Having done my business, I casually walked back towards the family room. What I saw stopped me in my tracks. Billy was transfixed on the movie, jeans open, leaning on the edge of the sofa, masturbating. I instantly remembered the first time I'd seen him do that. It was late one evening at the swim club and I had watched Billy stroking his hard cock, pleasure himself in the shower. Soon after that night we started jerking off together. It was our first sexual experience back then and silently watching him now was making me as horny as an eighteen year old all over again. Almost subconsciously I opened my jeans and started pulling on my own hardening prick. I stood silently in the doorway jerking off, staring at the cock I had sucked so many years ago. My memories became even more vivid the longer he worked over his dick and I recalled that Billy's cock was a decent size and width and just slightly curved. He looked up and caught me watching. I broke the silence. "I remember watching you jerk off at the swim club" "I remember that too" he said. We stayed across the room from each other, working our hard dicks over, smiling that we found ourselves in the same situation that we had been in years ago. Our excitement was starting to grow. We did not speak, only transfixed on what we were doing. Then Billy motioned for me to come over to him. I hesitated, unsure if I should obey. He was usually the first to make a move when we were younger and tonight was no different. As if in a trance, I slowly walked over in front of him, jeans open, my now throbbing dick sticking straight out, only inches from his face. He reached out and started stroking my cock for me. His touch sent a shiver through my body. I stood in stunned silence trying to comprehend that the only man ever to touch my cock was pleasuring me again, twenty years later. His breathing quickened and I could feel his warm breath on the shaft. "Your cock is just as thick and hard as I remember" he whispered. "Uh-huh" was all I could muster. My jeans fell to the floor as I reached out and steadied myself by putting my hands on his shoulders. Billy used his other hand to start cradling my balls. I couldn't believe how turned on I was. He looked up at me and whispered again. "Do you remember this?" he asked. At that moment, Billy slid my cock into his warm, wet mouth. The memory of how great his blow jobs were came flooding back to me. My knees almost buckled from the pleasure. He slowly slid my cock in and out of his mouth. Then he pulled the shaft from his mouth, lifted my cock and started to taste my balls and the underside of my raging hard on with his talented tongue. He swiftly took the shaft again in his mouth and after a few more strokes pulled out to talk to me again. "I remember how good it feels sucking your cock" he continued, pumping my cock with his fist. I moved closer to give him better access. Again he took my cock in his mouth. He twirled his tongue around the shaft and I felt the head of my cock rubbing the top of his throat. I cradled his jaw and gently started fucking his face, thrusting my hips forward, he was hungrily taking my meat. Together, we quicken our pace, reading each other perfectly, just like the past. The pleasure made me break my silence. "Ahhh, yeah! That's it. Suck my cock. Suck it good. Just like you used to do. You were always so good!" My words spurred him on. Billy reached around my ass and pulled my hips in. He opened his throat and buried every inch of my shaft down his throat. He held me there for a moment, and then pulled off to catch his breath. I gasp in pleasure. "You still like to be deepthroated ." he knowingly cooed. He swallowed my cock again even deeper if possible, holding a moment, then pulling off again. Again and again, he was plunging my engorged dick down his throat. His face pressed down to my pelvis. When he'd pull off I could see my shaft was glistening from his saliva. Damn he was good at taking my cock deep. Better than any girl I was ever with. His moans of pleasure with my dick buried down his throat indicated that he was truly enjoying himself too. A wave of sexual energy was peaking in me. I had to return his passion and taste his cock again too. I somehow pulled away from Billy, finally stepping out of my jeans and pulling off my shirt. I told him to get out of his clothes too. I pushed him back on the sofa and took my place kneeling in front of him. I reached and grabbed hold of his shaft recalling that familiar feeling. It was hard and smooth and hot. I paused for a moment, stroking his cock, squeezing the shaft and forcing the pre-cum onto the head of his dick. For an instant I wondered if I would remember what to do. I slipped my tongue out and tasted the cum on the tip. The sexual rush over took me. I took his cock into my mouth. It felt great. All the sexual feelings came flooding back to me and I was devouring his meat like the teenager of the past. I opened my throat and took his cock all the way in. I too, had gotten good at deep throating a cock from our senior year of sexual experiments. Although it had been years, sucking his dick was natural. "Ahhh, Fuck. I remember!" he moaned. "It feels the same. You're making my cock harder than ever! Take it deep. It feels so fucking good." His words of encouragement excited me too and I couldn't get enough of his stiff prick. His meat filling my face with every thrust. Billy reached down and pulled me up off his cock. He had me lie down as he positioned himself on top of me facing the opposite way. He had always liked the 69 position when we were eighteen. And this time was no different. He pressed his body down hard against mine. We each took our cocks and started sucking again. We became lost in passion. We found our pace and started sucking each other in unison. Deep throating each other, then pulling back and slamming our cocks quickly in and out, slowing or speeding the pace, pulling out and jerking the slippery poles with our hand when ever we needed a rest. It was a perfect pattern, as if we had done it just last week, not for the first time in years. It was an oral satisfaction second to none. Billy moaned. "I need to taste it. I fucking want your cum." With Billy on top he was in total control. His hand joined his hungry mouth as he pumped my cock hard and fast. I could feel the cum swell in my tight balls. He continued his pace moaning as my cock filled his mouth. "Fuck.....cumming" I tried to warn him. Billy pulled the shaft from his mouth and pumped my dick with his hand. My cock was inches from his face when the first rope of hot cum shot from the tip. Billy quickly clamped his mouth down around the shaft and I pumped stream after stream of cum down his hungry throat. It felt like I was cumming from my toes. He moaned in pleasure. "That was fucking great. Taste exactly the same" he said, gently licking the shaft as I tried to recover. Billy stayed on top of me but swung around and straddled my face. It was my turn to return the favor. He held the back of my head with one hand while using the other to aim his hard cock toward my mouth. Quickly I took him into my mouth and gripped the base with my hand. I worked the shaft hard and fast, my mouth keeping it wet, my hand adding the friction. In no time he was ready to unload. "Gonna cum!" "Mmmm" I moaned, my mouth filled with his meat. He held my head tight as the first shot hit the back of my throat. I held my mouth tightly around his engorged cock as he continued to pump his remaining load down my throat. I was swallowing hard, trying to take it all down. Finally, he pulled the spent shaft from my mouth and used the tip of his cock to slide the last drop of cum on the corner of my lips back into my mouth. "I remember that taste too" I agreed. "Its no wonder we had so much sex when we were younger." "I always thought it was great we were together" he concurred. I have to be honest; I always wanted to do this again. I can't believe it took us over twenty years to try it again!" We spent the next few hours sucking, fucking, and cumming in the very same room we had been in years ago. And I can't help but wonder when we'll do it again? Remembering the First Time I take great delight in remembering the first time with my Mistress. My arse starts to tingle and the all too familiar feeling in my panties begins to build until I'm squirming deliciously! As I play it out in my mind yet again I can feel each and every swipe onto my bottom and hear each word she spoke to me. I'd had a couple of encounters with a Domme before, and had lightly experienced the crop and the cane and a few more 'toys', but nothing prepared me for what I was to receive on that first night with my Mistress! She asked if I could go to her on the Friday and of course I said yes. We had become good friends over the past few months leading up to that night and talked often about BDSM and what each other liked. We had kissed a couple of times previous to that evening and she had teased me verbally and by email on a few occasions, but no real physical contact had taken place. Also at that time we hadn't established a Mistress/sub relationship but I was so excited when she asked me if I wanted to 'play' – and that's exactly what it was – play, and not punishment, although some would argue that the results looked as if it was a punishment! I was unsure as to what to wear. It was damp and windy so I settled on wearing black boots, a long black skirt with a strappy vest top under a zipped cardigan, and wore my infamous black bra and lace panties. I got to her house at the correct time and we had a hug and a few tender kisses on my arrival. We made our way upstairs to her living room where we sat and talked for about an hour. My nervousness began to slowly ease but never really disappeared completely. We discussed what I'd experienced before and then she let me hold some of her 'toys', letting me get acquainted with a few by touching them and swiping them into the air. She also held them herself and smacked her palm with them, allowing me to hear the stinging swipe as it fell into her hand. She was just as intimidating as the 'toys' and I was crumbling with every passing second! I was genuinely frightened at the prospect of letting her 'play' with me with these instruments of pleasurable torture, but the excitement that coursed through me was greater than the fear, although fear at times can also be an aphrodisiac – well it can with me anyway. She placed the 'toys' back on the hooks on the wall and walked over to the spanking bench and manoeuvred it to the middle of the room. "You ready then?" She smirked, raising her eyebrows as she did so, causing her gorgeous ice-blue eyes to flash at me. I nodded my acquiescence and softly added an "Okay!" I had already taken off my boots and cardigan when I got to her house and now stood before her in my skirt and top. She walked over to me holding something in her hand. "While you're with me, you'll wear this..." She held up a collar, probably two inches high or maybe a little more and it had the word "BITCH" on it. It was the first time I had worn a collar for someone – yes I had one at home that I tried on for a few minutes every now and then, but after that it was always put away in the hope that I was to be asked to wear it for someone one day. She then lifted up my top and edged it up over my arms before throwing it onto the sofa. I remember her gaze fixating on my tits and her commenting on how gorgeous they looked in my bra. I specifically remember blushing at her compliment. She ushered me over to the spanking bench and stood behind me, pushing me over it, crushing the black latex cushioning with my heavy tits. Her hands began to roam over my back and shoulders, her nails digging in, causing me to writhe beneath them. She then unfastened my bra and pulled it from me, dropping it to the floor. She remained close behind me and her hands raised my skirt to the top of my panties where her fingers travelled over them, kneading my curvaceous arse through them before teasingly lowering them down my legs. It was done in such a delightful way that I moaned as her fingers glided over my skin as she lowered them to my feet. She then hooked her fingers into the top of my skirt, and that too was slowly edged down until it pooled on the carpet. I stepped over both garments and she kicked them to the side. I was now bent over, completely naked over the spanking bench waiting for some delightful sensations to be unleashed upon me. Her hands continued to wander over my shoulders, my back and then lower, down to my arse, my outer thighs and the back of my legs. She expertly used the tips of her fingers to sensually arouse my skin. Her nails would dig in and scrape over me, leaving red marks in their wake. She left me for a moment to get the flogger and moments later it was lashing against my shoulders, arse and thighs. She did this for a while, and it stung like hell as it rained down over my shoulders. I remember it hitting my thighs and arse repeatedly, and I writhed over the bench, moaning into the latex. She disposed of the flogger and returned to me, her hands on my arse, feeling the warmth, then "SPANK" – right on target, the sting exploding across my rump. Another and another, alternating between each cheek, harder and harder, the deep smacking sounds resonating throughout the room along with my yelps and moans. Her foot came between my legs and she nudged my ankles, wanting me to part my legs further. I did so immediately and felt her fingers crawl up my inner thighs, nails sharp, digging in painfully until they got to my pussy. I groaned at the contact. I knew I was wet, and was slightly embarrassed at being so moist. She probed my pussy, dipped her finger in and out then toyed with my clit. Her hand came to my tits and she took one of my nipples between her thumb and finger and she twisted and stretched it. The pain was so intense. She then placed her hand in my hair and tugged my head closer to her. I could feel her warm breath on my ear. "Don't you dare come!" Oh god, the way she spoke to me was a high in itself. She knew exactly what to say, and more importantly how to say it. I think I answered her with a feint, "I won't!" before her hand pushed my head back down and she came to the front of me, taking the cane from the hook. Jesus Christ, the cane. She did it hard. Swipe after swipe, my knees buckled and my hands grappled with the cushioning on the bench. My breathing was rapid and I was gasping as the hot fire swept across both cheeks of my burning bottom. I'd had the cane once before but never like this and my knees gave way a couple of times and she let me recover before inflicting it on me again. I could have said 'amber' or 'red' at anytime, but I didn't want to. I was thoroughly enjoying the sensations that I was experiencing. My knees that buckled under each swipe turned me on. The tingle and sting that spread like splintered hot sparks across my backside turned me on, the way she spoke to me turned me on. There was no escaping how I was feeling. As my legs buckled again she abruptly told me to stand up and stick my arse out. I did as I was told, and was rewarded with an almighty swipe. I yelped and shrieked and she came up behind me – so close that she was right up against me. She moved against me and put her hand in my hair. She twisted and twirled her fingers through it, tugging it making me gasp with pleasure. I loved her hand in my hair. Her other hand came between my thighs, and slipped itself into the moist humidity of my pussy. She tugged my head towards her and in my ear she said, "Such a hot cunt!" I felt my pussy flood in her palm. She makes that word sound so dirty and nasty when she says it, and I'm astounded at the way it affects me. It just arouses the hell out of me. I feel the cane again, although this time it's sliding to and fro between my pussy lips. Her other hand moves to my mouth, and she covers it completely, gagging me as she slides it some more before withdrawing it completely and unleashing it one more time across my buttocks. I scream a muffled wail into her hand and I soon have her close to me again. Her lips were at my ear, her hand still covered my mouth, and she softly 'shushed' me, calming me down. The way she did that turned me on more. I find it so erotic if someone 'shushes' me in that way. When I'd settled for a few minutes in her arms she then replaced the cane with the heart shaped crop. She stood in front of me, holding it right before my eyes. My breathing had calmed considerably but I knew that in a few moments I'd be writhing and buckling again. The heart shaped crop looked pretty innocent but I had a feeling it would pack a stinging blow to my bum. She grabbed my hair and lifted my head up. "Kiss it..." I kissed it and she moved to the side of me, still grasping at my hair, and then I felt it. The stinging torture spread across my already burning skin. Slap, Slap, SLAP. I grimaced, shook my head, yelping and gasping for breath. She did it again and again. My knees buckled, my hands held on so tightly to the bench. Her fingers came to my pussy, lightly tapping it, probing it, exploring it... "Don't you dare come!" I gave the same answer as before, adamant that I wouldn't succumb to her teasing. The heart shaped crop was then replaced with the dressage whip. This stung like hell. Short sharp bursts of unimaginable heat criss-crossing over my bum, from one side to the other. My legs turned to jelly; I was desperately trying to catch my breaths between each mini-assault and I was glad that it didn't last long. A few more swipes and I may have decided to use the 'amber' safeword! I calmed slightly when I felt her hand in my hair, and then I felt both hands in my hair. She'd parted it, and held my thick curls like reins. Her body came to mine, and she moved against my tingling flesh, rubbing up against me, tugging on my hair, looking and feeling like she was riding me. She then moved away from me and headed for the crop. I swallowed hard as she took the crop from the hook. Bastard evil crop! I really do have a love/hate thing with that torturous implement. She moved to the side of me and strike after strike she swiped me with the fucking thing. I was shrieking and gasping and my fingers were white at the knuckles as I held on for dear life. My legs were weak, and I could feel myself slowly falling as my knees buckled. "Get your arse up..." she said, raising her voice. Her fingers came to my pussy, penetrating it, hot and wet, rubbing my clit, making it throb and tingle. Her warm breath oozed onto my ear. "Don't you dare come!" That time my head sunk into the latex cushioning, groaning as I did so. She moved to the side and lifted my head. Her fingers came to my mouth, "suck my fingers..." She put them in my mouth and I began to suck them, eagerly licking my juices from her and then I felt it. The crop burrowed its wicked way into my soul, wave after wave of rippled stinging bursts fired their way over my arse. I moaned around her fingers, trying hard not to bite her as the crop continued its evil assault. She stopped suddenly and trailed her hand over my bottom. I heard her moan, obviously liking what she saw. She moved in front of me, her warm body against my face, her hand entwining in my hair. She talked to me, told me I was a good girl and that I've done really well. I feel proud that I've pleased her and felt relief that the crop was over with. My arms came up to hold her and I held her tightly, not wanting to let go. She hugged me too, pulling me close. The tender touch in my hair calmed me until I heard her voice. "How many more do you want?" I was mute for a few moments; the only sounds coming from me were my ragged breaths. I knew I wanted more, but couldn't comprehend how many I could endure. She knew I hated the bastard thing but also knew it intrigued me and knew what turmoil I was in over her question but she continued to hold me tightly, allowing me just a little more time to recover. Her hand began to ruffle through my hair, "you've been such a good girl. How many do you want?" My breathing faltered again, and I whimpered into her. She knew I couldn't answer, and she calmly played with my hair and then moved to the side, making the decision for me. "Six then... Arse out!" I stepped back, spread my legs and stuck my bum out. I held onto the spanking bench and waited. One after the other she struck me with the crop; each one harder than the previous. I yelled as they exploded onto my skin, clenching at the latex, my head shaking and knees buckling. I was very nearly on the floor. "Last one... Get your arse up!" she said with authority, and I readied myself. I knew this one was going to be the hardest of them all. I braced myself, held on, and willed myself not to collapse on the floor. She didn't hold back at all. It hit me hard, my legs buckled at once and I grappled with the cushioning. I summoned up any remaining strength and managed to stay upright over the bench. My skin was on fire, tingling and burning. My body quivered continuously. I felt exhausted, but inside I was thriving on what I was feeling. She let go of the crop and came over to me and held me - held me so close to her. She comforted me, her fingers softly stroked over my warm flesh. She 'shushed' me. I couldn't say anything at all that was coherent. Her arms were around me for ages and she edged me away from the bench, making me stand before her. I looked at her and told her I couldn't stand. My legs were shaking, and I felt like they couldn't hold me up anymore. She told me to kneel while she moved the bench out of the way and then she came and sat beside me on the floor and beckoned me to her. I did at once, and she held me again. I loved that part. It was so intimate. I nestled into her breasts, whimpering as I did so. Her arms shrouded me, hugging me tightly against her as I trembled. She kissed my head and told me I was a 'beautiful creature'. My eyes were heavy and teary and I had no idea how long we had been on the floor together, but the next thing I remember was her saying to me that we hadn't quite finished. I was a little bemused. I had no energy left in me and I knew I couldn't take anymore. She told me to lie on the floor and as I leant back, her hand came to my pussy and I felt something vibrating on it. On her finger she had attached a small finger vibe and she began to circle my clit, stroking over it to and fro and then back to skimming around it. I felt my legs and my stomach begin to tense as the beginnings of an impending orgasm began to flutter inside. I breathlessly asked her if I could orgasm. She nodded her answer and within a minute a blissful release washed over me as my clit throbbed hard on her finger. I stayed there basking in it for a moment until I gingerly sat up. The carpet felt rough on my bottom, and my whole body ached. I got to my knees and she cuddled me again, holding me close. I again nestled into her breasts, felt them heaving on my cheek and my hand moved up to stroke them. Her hand also moved to her top and she lowered it slightly and lifted her right breast out of its confines and let me stroke it. It was beautiful and I began to kiss and lick it. My eager tongue seemingly the only part of me that had any energy left began to circle her nipple and I sucked on it slightly, feeling it grow in my mouth. I heard her moan before pulling me away and she tucked it back into her top. We both got up and I hesitantly picked up my clothes. I put my panties and my top on and sat next to her, both of us enjoying the afterglow of what had taken place. We kissed and cuddled and at that point on the sofa, I had never felt so content and tranquil. We were there a long while tenderly stroking each other, planting kisses on each other, her hand still playing in my hair, although the urgency had subsided. Shortly after it was time for me to go. I got dressed properly and we headed down the front door. Before she opened it she grabbed my hair, pulling me towards her. We kissed passionately and then she tugged at my hair, pulling it down, making me get to my knees. I knelt before her for a minute or two, her pussy directly in front of me. My hands came around her bum and I held her tightly. She then grabbed at my hair again and lifted me up until I was standing. We kissed some more and then I left. The 30 minute drive home was lovely, even though I don't actually remember it. I know I had the window open with the stereo just barely audible, not that I was deeply concentrating on what was playing – staying on the road was more of a priority as my mind whirled with what had happened. I didn't get much sleep that night. My bum was red hot and deeply bruised. It looked angry and horrific, but the feeling inside me totally contradicted the look of my arse. I felt the welts as they rose from the surface of my mottled skin, and as I fidgeted on the cool sheet I pleasantly tingled. What made it such a wonderful evening was the chemistry, the intensity and the intimacy of it all. I was gloriously worked over, but I was teased, hugged and kissed all the way through. I was lovingly cared for, comforted and spoiled with added affection that I'd longed for in that kind of situation! It was simply exhilarating and euphoric!