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Lesson Learned

By: innocenthusband



My wife and I live a very comfortable life. We both work full time jobs in addition to raising our three children. We are now into our thirties and do not get out as much as we once did. Preceding this nights events, my wife had become "stressed" and to put it blatantly, a pain in the ass. For the last few weeks nothing was ever good enough, she exhibited no patience and expected everyone in the household to cater to her. The kids had become very upset and felt as if they walked on eggshells with her in the house. I had finally had enough and blew up at her the previous night. 

I did not hold anything back and basically told her what a bitch she had been and that we were done helping her through her phase. The kids and I would tolerate no more bullshit, no exceptions and no excuses. I watched my wife first become angry and then begin crying when I brought up many examples of her recent behavior. I let her go to bed by herself and could hear her crying through the door before she finally fell asleep. I awoke in the morning to help our children prepare for school and found that my wife had already left for work. 

I found a note in an envelope on the kitchen counter labeled simply with my named. Reluctantly I opened it expecting to find the note full of reasons why she had been such a bitch – all of them deep life changing reasons impossible to find fault with, requiring I forgive her and attempt to understand her better. To my surprise the note simply read that I was right and had every right to be angry with her. To make it up to me she would be my slave upon returning home from work and would comply with my every desire. I knew she had to be wanting sex as much as I was. She had been such a bitch lately that we had not had sex for at least two weeks.

My wife and I had discussed on several occasions that one of our fantasies was to include other people in our sex lives. My wife had ultimately confessed to me that she wanted to include other people but was unwilling to make it happen. Should one day the opportunity present itself she may follow through on it but other wise to let it go. These opportunities I found not to exist. Now, I thought I had just been given the opportunity. I arranged to have the kids stay with friends for the night and then made some additional calls to some of our friends. Being a regular guy, I had spoken with my friends on several occasions as to what our wives liked, disliked and were willing to do anyway, concerning our sex lives. I explained to my friends the outcome of last night's fight. They were happen for me since they knew how miserable I had been as of late. I invited my friends and their wives over promising something "special" for dinner. I had to hurry before my wife came home but managed to make all the arrangements and eagerly awaited her arrival.

I met my wife at the door and informed her I meant to take advantage of the offer she had made and advised her to remove her clothes. She gently attempted to push me aside so she could enter the house. I gently forced her back off the steps and told her to remove her clothes where she stood. A look of concern and embarrassment came across her face and she started to object. I interrupted her and asked her if she was serious about trying to make up for the past month and if her offer was just a joke or sincere. She said she had meant it. I advised her to remain silent unless I asked her a question and required a response. I asked her if she understood and she nodded she did. I told her to remove her clothes. 

Slowly and awkwardly she began to undress by the back door. The view from any of the neighbor's houses or from the street was very restricted but the chance did exist that someone may see her standing naked at the steps. When she was done she began to pick up her clothes to carry them inside. I told her to leave them on the ground where they lay. I opened the door and gestured for her to come inside. I led her by the hand to the living room where she stopped abruptly when she saw the coffee table. I had spent the last hour rigging various straps (lengths of rope) to the table and had covered the table in several blankets. I pulled her closer to the table and positioned her at one end. 

I told her kneel and then lay the rest of her body across the table. I told her the kids were away for the night and that I was very serious about extracting payment for her recent behavior. She knelt on the folded towels at one end of table and lay across the top giving me a perfect "doggy style" position. I tied her knees to the base of the table and her wrists outstretched to the far corners. This left her completely unable to move from that position. I had not intended to have sex with her yet but I had not had sex in weeks and seeing her ass bent over and freshly shaved pussy had given me a raging hard on. I ran my finger between her pussy lips and found them slick with anticipation. 

I relaxed a little bit knowing she was enjoying this as well. I took my cock from my pants and placed it at her entrance slowly pushing in. I slowly began to work my cock deep into her pussy. I pumped in and out, just savoring the feeling of my cock in her warm wet pussy. My wife began to strain at her bindings attempting to meet my strokes and force my cock deeper into her. I looked up at the clock on the wall and realized that I had only a few minutes before guests would begin to arrive and I was sure that no one would be late. I gathered myself and began plowing my cock to the hilt deep inside my wife. It wasn't long before I felt her pussy spasm and clamp down on my cock in orgasm. 

My wife began to cry out loud in passion and I told her she was to remain silent, reminding her that I was in complete control of her. My cock couldn't take it anymore. I pulled my cock out shot thick sticky streams of come across her ass and back. Her pussy lips were swollen and slick. I quickly grabbed a towel and wiped the come from my wife's body. She asked me to remove the ropes and let her up. I walked around the table and straddled the tabled placing my cock in front of her face. She willingly opened her mouth and began suck off her juices and suck the remaining come from my cock. When I was satisfied that my cock had been cleaned sufficiently, I stood up and put my pants back on. She vainly said the ropes were beginning to hurt her. I looked at the ropes and said they looked fine. I told her I had no intention of letting her go yet. I walked into the kitchen and began to write out the check for the pizza that would be arriving at any moment. I left her alone, tied up in the living room and wondered what she must be thinking. I heard her call out for me and I snapped back at her to remain silent. 

A few minutes passed when I heard a car pull into the drive. My wife heard it too and began to call for me. I told her to shut up and went to answer to the door. As soon I answered the door my wife was silent. I figured she would not risk calling attention to herself in her present condition. I knew she could hear me welcome our friends Mike and Patty. I thought my wife must be panicked at this point and would be pulling with all her might at the ropes. I was confident that I had secured her well enough to prevent any escape. Patty remarked that there were clothes laying on the steps and suggested they fell from the clothesline or out of a shopping bag.

I told her that my wife had removed her clothes at the steps at my request. She blushed a little and then smiled as if knowing it was simple little sex thing. I told them to sit at the kitchen table and that the pizza should arrive shortly. A few minutes later Tom arrived. I heard his truck pull into the drive and knew who it was without looking. Tom was one of our few single friends and was over on a regular basis for home cooked meals. I knew my wife would recognize the sound of his truck too. I had once read in one of her Cosmo mags that when women fantasized it was usually about some one they knew. Unlike a man who could fantasize about celebrities, porno stars, the girl they saw walking the dog on the way home from work, etc. A woman sometimes required some degree of familiarity with the subject she fantasizes about. I figured that if my wife did indulge in such things, then Tom was the obvious choice for her. 

I asked Tom in and said we were all sitting at the table in the kitchen. Tom casually asked where my wife was and I said she would be along later. Tom began to chat with Mike and Patty and offered everyone a drink. The fellas took beer while Patty opted for a glass of wine. It wasn't long before I heard the front door bell. I figured the pizza had finally arrived since all of our friends used the back door by the garage. 

I went to the front door and standing there was a young kid who must have just gotten his driver's license. Knowing it was going to awkward for me to carry the pizzas, breadsticks, and salads by myself into the kitchen I began to step out onto the porch when Tom offered to help and began to get up from the kitchen table. I told him it wasn't necessary and to sit down and enjoy himself. I looked over at wife who was staring wide-eyed at me. 

She was mouthing the words "please" and "I'm sorry". Her wrists were a little pink and tender now, undoubtedly from her attempts to free herself. I looked back at the boy on the porch and asked him where he went to school. He said the local high school and that this was his first car and first job. He said he had been working at the pizza place for about a week. I told him that I was about to give him a big tip if he would carry the pizzas into the kitchen for me. He said no problem. Just as he was about enter my home I turned to him and said, anything you see here you never talk about. The kid was scared. I was only inches from his face and although I was not threatening when I spoke to him, I believe he got the point. He nodded very quickly. I opened the door for him and ushered him toward the kitchen. Immediately his eyes fell upon my wife who was bound strewn across the coffee table. He nearly tripped on a throw rug as he continued to walk toward to the kitchen. 

Having no idea what was just out of their view in the living room, all my friends greeted the pizza boy heartily and joked a little with him. I gave him the money for the pizzas and twenty extra bucks. He set the pizzas down and I began to lead him back past my wife to the front door. On the way back the boy got an excellent view of my wife's spread ass and pussy. Her pussy glistened with wetness and her lips were still swollen. My wife had turned her head away in embarrassment. Once on the porch, I told the boy the woman tied up was my wife and that were playing a game. She had lost the game and the punishment was this. She was not a hostage and was not hurt. The boy stared open mouthed at me but seen to comprehend what I told him. Reluctantly he got back in his car and drove away.

As I came back in the house I saw my wife with tears in her eyes still bound to the table. I thought briefly about untying her and apologizing for what I had done but then I decided to stick with my plan. I casually walked back into the kitchen and sat down with my friends. Like any close friends, they had helped themselves to our plates and such and began to dish out the pizza. An extra plate had been placed at the corner of the table and Mike said it was for my wife when she finally got home. Tom said he needed to wash up and headed for the bathroom off of the living room. Before he could reach the living room, I stopped him and said I had better explain some things.

I started by saying that my wife was already home and that she was in the living room. Immediately Patty began to call out for her. I motioned for her to stop and that my wife would join us shortly. I explained that my wife had been difficult to deal with lately and they nodded knowingly in agreement. Each of them had been the recipient of her recent poor attitude and knew exactly what I was talking about. I explained that I confronted my wife on it and that she conceded that she had been way out of line. In an attempt to make up for her behavior, my wife had offered to abide by whatever I said. This raised a few eyebrows. I explained that I felt a little punishment and humbling were in order and they all nodded again in agreement. Lastly, I explained that my wife was being punished in the living room and that the punishment may seem severe but that she had agreed to it. I explained my wife was also ordered not to speak under any circumstance unless I permitted her to. I half expected my wife to shout in protest at that last part but she remained silent in the next room. 

Patty asked what her punishment was and I explained that it was embarrassing but would be understood upon seeing it. Patty said she needed to use the bathroom badly and excused herself. I listened as her footsteps slowed to almost a stop as she passed my wife on her way to the bathroom. The minutes slowly passed until I heard the bathroom door open again and Patty's foot steps as she returned. I could only imagine the humiliation my wife was feeling at that moment. Upon Patty returning, Tom excused himself to use the bathroom.

Patty slowly sat down at the table and began to eat. She would not look me in the eye. Mike asked her if she was all right and she said she was but asked if it might be better if they leave. Mike asked why, that the food had just arrived. Patty said she would explain on the way home and began to stand up. I motioned for Patty to sit back down and that things looked a lot worse than they really were. Patty asked me if my wife was all right and I explained that she was not hurt in any sense of the word. By now, Mike's curiosity had gotten the best of him and he walked past me into the living room.

Upon entering, Mike shouted in disbelief. Patty and I both walked in to find Mike and Tom staring at my wife. Tom had circled around and was staring directly at my wife's pussy and ass. Mike unashamedly walked around to get the full view as well. Mike turned to me and said that if this didn't teach my wife a lesson, nothing would. My wife's face was red with embarrassment and she began to demand I untie her.

I walked over to her and told her keep silent. She told me untie her immediately that the deal was off. I walked over to her ass and told her that I decided when the deal was off and landed a very hard spank to her ass. She screamed in disbelief and protest. My friends all took a step back but none attempted to leave or voice protest. My wife begged our friends to untie her. None of them moved. Mike sheepishly said that he was not going to get involved. I spanked her again, only harder this time. This made her ass cheeks jiggle slightly. She cried out again for someone to untie her. I spanked her several times. My wife began to scream unashamedly while I spanked her until she realized it was a futile effort. My wife's ass was warm and pink. 

My wife softly cried now and offered how sorry she was and realized what a bitch she had been. I had a raging hard on now and found it hard to concentrate on anything else other than satisfying my needs. I also noticed that my two buddies were finding it difficult to stand still. They both obviously had erections and were probably feeling a lot like I was. Patty had made her way to the couch and was trying not to stare at my wife.

I suggested that we all watch a little television since we were already in the living room. We all took various seats while I turned on the television and found a basketball game on. I noticed that my wife's ass was red now and appeared very tender. I walked in to the bathroom and returned with some lotion. I squeezed a little lotion into the palm of my hand and gingerly began to rub it onto my wife's ass. She jumped in pain at first but then began to relax and enjoy the relief. I noticed this action was being watched far more intently than the game on television.

It did not take long before my hands were exploring the entire surface of my wife's ass while I rubbed lotion into her skin. Every so often I would let one of my hands glide between her legs and gently brush her pussy. Her pussy was sopping wet at this point and begged for attention. I was keenly aware of the way my wife and reacting to my hands. Every so often a soft moan would escape her lips.

Mike had sat down next to his wife Patty and pretended to watch the game on television. I noticed that Patty's hand was now on Mike's crotch and was slowly rubbing his hard on through his jeans. Patty squirmed uncomfortably on the couch. Mike would lean over occasionally and kiss Patty deeply. I curiously watched as Mike forced his tongue into Patty's mouth and began to caress one of her breasts.

I now began to tease my wife's pussy by inserting a finger or two and then drawing them back out. Tom could not see what I was doing but undoubtedly knew by the way my wife would hold her breath at first and emit a slow growl as I worked them deep into her pussy. I gave my complete attention to wife now and focused on bringing her to the very edge of an orgasm. 

My wife could hardly stand it anymore and risked receiving another sharp smack on her already sore ass by begging me to make her come. I looked to see that Patty had leaned over and was furiously sucking on Mike's hard on. Mike smiled with complete satisfaction and pulled Patty's summer dress up to reveal a nice pair of black satin thong panties. Mike leaned over and pulled the panties to the side to reveal Patty's neatly trimmed bush. Mike gently inserted his long middle finger into her pussy causing Patty to suck louder and even harder on Mike's cock.

I felt bad for Tom as he sat on the couch with one woman bound helpless and begging to be fucked while another worked tirelessly at getting her husband come down her throat. I leaned over now and began to slowly lick the pussy lips of my wife. She vainly attempted to push her pussy hard onto my face but was not able to do so because of the way I had bound her. I took my time slowly eating her pussy while I gently began to work one of my fingers into her ass. My wife was really getting hot now and I knew that with a few more small circles on her clit and she would explode into orgasm. 

I couldn't take anymore and stood up positioning myself behind my wife. I pulled my jeans down and with one big push forced my cock deep into my wife's pussy. My wife was so wet that I bet I could have forced a baseball bat into her pussy. My wife groaned in pleasure now as I feverishly pounded my cock into her. Mike saw what I was doing and made Patty stand up and remove her dress. Mike took Patty's bra off allow her large breasts to fall free. Patty's nipples were the size of silver dollars, pink and erect. Mike whispered into Patty's ear and I watched Patty walked over and lean onto the remaining portion of the coffee table. 

Mike pulled her thong panties to the side and entered her from behind and began fuck Patty in earnest. Patty was positioned facing Tom still seated on the couch. Patty was such a slut now, calling out to Mike fuck her hard and make her come. Patty looked up and asked Tom when he was going to finally pull his cock out and let her suck it. Tom wasted no time and placed the head of his cock on Patty's lips. Mike took his cue and slammed his cock hard into Patty's pussy forcing her to rock forward and engulf Tom in her mouth. Seeing Patty suck on Tom's cock must have pushed Mike over the edge because he came almost instantly into Patty's pussy. Mike continued to slowly pump his cock in and out of Patty while her pussy milked his cock of all his come. Patty could concentrate completely on Tom's cock now and expertly began stroke Tom as she sucked on the head of his cock.


Lesson Learned



Here is a bit of background for you, before I get into the story.

My father had passed away when I was only 3, and my mom had remained single until I was 16, when she started dating a man who had lost his own wife 10 years earlier. I was in high school at the time, and was more focused on my own life to really spend that much time with them; but I did know that he had a daughter that was two years older than me and in her first year of college. She lived on campus, so we never met. That is, until my mom told me that they were getting married that summer.

The first time I ever met Claudia, his daughter, was at the wedding rehearsal; and I thought I was in love. She was short, around 5' 4", had long brown hair, blue eyes, and a rack that made you want to drop down and thank whatever deity you believe in. I had to force myself not to stare at her all night. It was at that point that I started to resent the upcoming marriage; since it meant that this gorgeous girl was going to become my sister.

Later that night, after everyone had eaten dinner, and the alcohol had started to flow, I found myself following her outside the restaurant. She looked over her shoulder, and smiled at me, before turning the corner, and heading into the alley. I, of course, followed her.

She walked past the restaurant, and into a small park behind it. I watched as she walked over to the bleachers, and sat down. She turned to look at me, and waved me over. I joined her in the bleachers, and we talked for the first time. That's when she asked me if I would like to kiss her.

Without hesitation, I leaned in and started kissing her, wrapping my hands around her back, to hold her close to me.

We kissed for a while, and then stood up and adjusted her dress. I was confused, and wondered what was happening. That's when she told me that we couldn't do this anymore since we were about to become brother and sister, and it would be wrong. That was the first night of two years of teasing.

Finally, two years later, I was heading to college, and was going to be staying on campus; so I wouldn't have to see her as often. I chose to go to a college just outside of town, limiting myself to only a couple of visits a year, as well as Christmas and summer breaks.

But the teasing just got more and more intense. That Christmas, she only wore a tee shirt while we were unwrapping presents, and made sure that I got a glimpse of the fact that she wasn't wearing panties. And when she gave me a present to unwrap, it turned out to be some lingerie that she had bought for herself as a present. She pretended it had been an accident, and everyone laughed, but I saw her wink at me; so I knew she had done it on purpose.

I stayed at school for Easter, and didn't see her again until summer break. But I knew it would be hard, being in the same house as her for 3 months.

This story takes place over that 3 month period.

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I arrived home from college a day later than expected, and was greeted to an empty house. I headed to my room to put my stuff away, and noticed that Claudia had already returned home from school; I saw her stuff in her room.

I went downstairs and grabbed a bite to eat.

Shortly after eating lunch, the door opened, and everyone came in. I hugged my mom, and shook Terry's hand. We walked into the living room, and I talked to them about the last semester, but I could tell that they were only partially listening, and I noticed my mom was fidgeting; something she only does when she's excited about something.

I stopped talking and asked them what was up; I was actually afraid that they would tell me that my mom was pregnant. Instead, Terry said, "Well, since you are, both, no longer kids, your mother and I have decided to go away on vacation this summer; kind of like the honeymoon we never had."

"We're going on a world tour." My mother blurted out, practically hopping in her seat.

"Really? When?" I asked. I also noticed that Claudia didn't seem shocked, so I assumed that they had already told her.

"We're leaving this Friday, and are going to be gone for most of the summer. We'll be back just before you guys head back to school." Terry said. "I've banked enough time off during the last 3 years, and your mother will be taking a leave of absence from work."

"Why didn't you tell me sooner?" I asked. "I would have registered for summer courses, and stayed at school."

"Nerd." Claudia mumbled.

"It was almost a last second thing, Honey." My mother said to me. "Terry and I have talked about it for a while, but we only decided to go ahead with it about a month ago; only after we both found out that we could have the time off."

"So I'm barely going to see you guys this year?"

"I'm sorry, Honey; we just thought it would be nice." My mom said.

"Look, don't get me wrong; you guys deserve this. I want you both to be happy, and enjoy yourselves; I just wish you had planned this for a different time, or let me know sooner, so I could have made plans of my own." I said. "Now I'm stuck here alone all summer."

"You won't be alone." Claudia said. "I'll be with you all summer...alone. It'll give us a chance to bond; brother to sister."

"There, you see, it won't be so bad." My mom said, oblivious to Claudia's tone, and the implied teasing behind it.

Terry went on to tell us about their trip, explaining all the stops they would be making along the way, and the exotic destinations they would be visiting; I only half listened, as I was thinking of ways to keep myself busy this summer, and away from Claudia.

That night, as I was sitting on my bed, chatting with a friend from school on my laptop, Claudia was taking a shower. When she was finished, and in her room, she made sure to leave the door open again. Then she made a big show of turning her back to me, and letting the towel drop, exposing her ass to me, before picking up her robe, and putting it on. She then turned around, and exited her room, saying "I think I'll go down in the basement, and lie down on the couch to watch TV."

I got up to close my door, and then sat back down on the bed. "She's doing it already." I typed to my friend Jimmy.

"Why don't you just nail her, already? She obviously wants to." He typed back.

"Because, she's my sister."

"Step-sister. Not your sister by blood, dude, and only since you were 16; that's totally bangable territory."

"Whatever. Besides, she doesn't want to; she's just teasing me because she knows I want to."

"So you do want to?"

"Of course I want to, dude; you've seen pictures of her, she's totally hot."

"Yeah, I'd do her."

"Dude, she's so hot, I'd do her with you, and not even care."

"I'm coming over, then, and we'll tag team her."

"Be serious, dude. I don't know what I'm going to do. She knows I want her, and she's using that to make me uncomfortable. She has total power over me."

Jimmy was silent for a few minutes, and I thought he might have been disconnected. "Dude?"

Finally I saw that he was typing, and waited for him to finish.

"If you really think that she has total power over you, then maybe, once your parents are gone on their trip, you should show her who really has the power; and take what you want. Make her understand that you won't be teased anymore."

I reread what he wrote and thought about it for a while. "What are you trying to say, dude?" I asked.

"TAKE WHAT YOU WANT." He typed back.

"Are you suggesting that I rape my sister?"

"No way; not rape. I'm just saying that you should make her understand that the teasing in unacceptable and that it has consequences."

I thought about it a little bit more, and asked, "How exactly am I supposed to do that?"

"When you're parents are gone, and she starts teasing you, you corner her and let her know."

"But how?"

"I don't know; it'll depend on the situation. If she's flaunting her awesome boobs, then pull her top up, and expose them. If she's showing you that she's not wearing any panties, then lift up her skirt and get a good look."

"In other words, take the teasing to the next level, and embarrass her?"

'Yeah."

"I can do that."

"Good. And make sure to set up your webcam to record anything you do, and send me the video."

"Not gonna happen pervert."

"Come on, dude; she' so hot. I just want a peak at her. Maybe try and take a picture of her while she's changing or coming out of the shower. That'll work for me too."

"I'm logging off now, pervert; talk to you later this week."

"Alright, but think about the webcam, or the pictures. I'm just saying..."

I close the chat window, and put my laptop aside. 'Embarrass her; I can do that.' I think to myself. 'Let her know that I won't accept it anymore.'

Immediately I start to think about some of the times she's teased me, and I start to get horny. I stand up, and lock my door, then return to my bed, and pull up some porn on my laptop, which I quickly jerk off to.

The rest of the week was pretty hard, as I had to keep telling myself to wait until my parents left that Friday; then I would be alone with her, and I could finally show her that her teasing had to stop.

That Friday, I drove them to the airport, and watched them board the plane, before heading home. I was ready to teach Claudia a lesson the first time she teased me, and was looking forward to it; I had even come up with a way to do it in dozens of different scenarios.

I didn't have to wait long for my first opportunity, as later that night; I was sitting on the couch in the living room watching a movie when Claudia came in wearing her robe, and sat down next to me. As the night went on, she kept shifting slightly, until she had both legs on the couch, and her body was facing me. She kept swinging her legs back and forth, trying to draw my attention; and when I finally looked, it was to catch a glimpse of the fact that she wasn't wearing panties again.

'Okay, you can do this; just like Jimmy said. Just embarrass her, and let her know that the teasing has to stop.' I thought to myself, trying to psyche myself up.

After a couple of deep breaths, I reacted. I turned to face her, and grabbed her knees with both hands, forcing her legs open, and exposing her pussy to me.

She quickly covered up with her hands, and slammed her legs closed. "What the hell are you doing?" She asked.

Rather than answer, I prided open her legs again, and pinned one of them to the couch with my shoulder. I then used my free hand to grab her wrists and remove her hands.

"John, stop." She said, managing to free one hand, and covering up again. "What is wrong with you?"

"What's wrong with me?" I asked. "What's wrong with you? You don't like it when I have the power, do you? You like to be a little tease all the time, knowing that I won't do anything. Well that's all changed now; I won't let you tease me anymore."

I didn't get the reaction I was expecting, as instead of fear, she smiled. "Oh you think you have the power now?" She said, removing her hand, and exposing her pussy to me. "I don't think you do. I think I still have all the power." She undid the sash holding her robe closed, and pulled it open, letting me see her breasts. "Do you think it bothers me that you see me naked? Because it doesn't. I don't mind at all; but I know it affects you." She looks down, and I know she's looking at the erection poking up in my shorts. She reaches back down between her legs, and actually starts to rub her pussy.

I panic, and release her, before standing up, and running to my room, where I lock the door behind me, and sit down on my bed. I can hear her laughing back in the living room, and grab my laptop. I open it up, and look to see of Jimmy is online; he isn't, so I leave him a message, telling him what happened, and how his plan had backfired on me. Then I close my laptop, and sit back, knowing that it'll be a while before I manage to fall asleep.

I get up early the next morning, and peak out into the hall to see if Claudia's door is closed, before heading to the kitchen for breakfast. I grab a bowl of cereal, and sit at the table to eat. I nearly choke when Claudia walks into the kitchen, sometime later, completely naked. "Hey 'Little Brother'." She says. "Did you sleep well? Because I know I did. I was really tired after I finished off on the couch last night. You missed quite the show."

"Why are you naked?" I finally managed to ask, after she sat down across from me with an identical bowl of cereal.

"Because I like to be naked." She replied. "I'm always walking around my dorm naked; most of the girls do. I never really could at home, because dad would get mad; but he's not here right now, so I can be naked all the time now."

I stand up, and throw the remainder of my cereal out, before heading back into my room. 'Naked? She plans on walking around naked, for the entire summer?' I think to myself. 'I have got to get out of here. I can't take it.'

I pick up my laptop, and see that Jimmy is online. "Dude, I need help!" I typed.

"Dude, what exactly happened?" He asked.

I told him exactly what had happened the previous night, and what had happened this morning.

'So you're telling me that she is walking around the house naked right now?"

"Yes."

"Dude, I'm coming over."

"No you're not."

"Oh yes I am. I'll be there in 15 minutes. Make sure she doesn't get dressed."

"Don't you dare come over."

"Think about it, dude. You don't think she'll be embarrassed by you bringing friends over when you know she's naked. She'll totally cave, and you'll have won."

"You're just saying that because you want to see her naked."

"That's part of it. I'm leaving now."

"Don't come over." I typed. Then I noticed that he wasn't replying. "Jimmy? Are you there?" I saw his icon go dark, indicating that he had gone offline. "Oh fuck." I said.

I ran out of my room, and into the kitchen, where Claudia was washing dishes, still naked. "Claudia, you have to get dressed." I said.

"Why?" She asked, not even turning to look at me.

"Because one of my friends is coming over, and he'll be here any minute now."

"So?"

"So? Do you want him to see you naked?" I asked, confused by her response.

"Would it bother you if he did?" She finally turned to face me.

"Of course it would bother me." I replied, and then realized that that had been the wrong answer.

"Then I'm not getting dressed." She said, walking past me. "In fact, I'll go wait by the front door to greet your friend."

"No you're not." I said, chasing her through the house, and only catching up to her, when she stopped at the front door. I grabbed her arm, and tried to pull her away. "Would you please go put something on?" I begged.

"No." She said. "You deserve this for what you tried to pull last night."

Before I could reply, the doorbell rang, and I was busy scrambling for her arms, to prevent her from opening the door. Once I had her arms pinned, she just smiled and said, "Come in, it's open."

I watched in horror, as the front door opened, and Jimmy walked in. His eyes immediately went to Claudia's body, and his jaw dropped.

"Well, hello there; I'm Claudia." She said, managing to remove a hand from my grasp, and reach out to shake Jimmy's hand.

I stepped in front of Claudia, and tried to shield her from Jimmy, but she kept stepping around me.

"Why don't you come in, and close the door?" She said.

"Ah, okay." Jimmy replied, starring at her body, and reaching behind him to close the door.

"Come into the living room, so we can get to know each other." She said, stepping past me, and walking down the hall.

"Dude, you weren't lying." Jimmy said to me, as he watched her ass.

"I told you; now get out of here." I said.

"No way." He replied, pushing past me, and following Claudia into the living room.

I walked in to see her sitting in the middle of the couch, and patting the cushions on either side of her. "Sit." She said.

Jimmy didn't hesitate, and immediately sat down to her right; while I stood in the doorway starring at them.

"So, what's your name, cutie?" She said, placing a hand on Jimmy's knee.

"Jimmy." He replied.

"And how long have you known my 'little brother'?"

"We just met at college this year. We're roommates." He replied, constantly looking down at her naked body.

"Really? Well isn't that nice." She said, glancing over to me. "Then you two must be awful close."

"Yeah; close." Jimmy replied, as his eyes nearly popped out of his head, when she shifted to face him, and opened her legs slightly.

"Then you must know all about me?" She asked looking at me for a reaction.

"Yeah, he talks about you all the time." He replied, and I wanted to hit him so hard for saying it.

"Really?" She stood up, and said, "I have to go tinkle, but don't you go anywhere, cutie; we've only just begun to get to know each other better, and I really want to get to know you."

Jimmy's eyes never left Claudia's body until she was finally out of sight, and then he starred at the spot she had just been in.

"Dude, get the hell out now." I said.

"Are you kidding me? I'm not going anywhere." He said. "Dude, she is so fucking hot."

"I know that; now would you please leave."

"No way, man; I think I just might have a chance to bang her." He replied, finally looking at me. "Did you see the way she was coming on to me; touching me, and calling me cutie?"

"She was only doing that to make me feel uncomfortable. She has no plans to have sex with you."

"I don't know, man. I think she just might be willing to do it, just to make you suffer. And I think it would be best if it's a friend that she does it with, instead of some complete stranger who would treat her bad."

"Dude, you are not going to have sex with my sister."

"I'm sorry, man; but there is no way I'm going to say no to that."

Before I can say anything else, Claudia walks back into the room, still naked, and sits back down next to Jimmy. "So, were you guys talking about me? Because my ears were getting hot...as well as a few other places." She finishes of with a whisper. "Has my brother ever given you a tour of the house?"

"Ah, no." Jimmy replies, starring at her breasts.

"Then allow me." She says, standing up and reaching for his hand.

Jimmy takes her hand, and lets her lead him back into the hall.

"This is our kitchen." She says, pulling him into the kitchen, and waving her free hand like she is a hostess on a game show. "I have to do most of the cooking, because my little brother has been spoiled all his life, and had mommy cook for him."

She leads him to the patio door, and says, "This is the backyard, and that's our pool."

"Nice." Jimmy says, looking at her ass, and not outside.

She pulls him back into the hallway, and stops in front of my room. "This is my brother's room, as you can tell from the mess." She says. "And this is my room." She pulls him into her room, and closes the door in my face.

I open the door, and step in to find her sitting on the bed, facing Jimmy, and smiling.

"I don't get to spend much time here, since I live on campus, but it's a nice little retreat from it all." She says, lying back on the bed, and stretching out. "I love to just lie in bed, and relax." She says, as she runs her hands over her breasts. "It feels so good to just be able to let go." Her hands continue down her stomach, and one of them disappears between her legs. "It's...stimulating." She says, as she slowly opens her legs, revealing that she is rubbing her pussy.

I grab Jimmy's arm, and force him out of the room, closing the door behind me.

"Dude? What the hell?" He says.

"Get out, now." I say.

"Dude, she was totally giving me a free show." He says, "Five minutes from now, I could be banging her."

"Dude, I've asked you nicely, several times, but now I'm telling you to get the hell out before I do something that I might regret."




Lesson Learned



Jimmy looks over my shoulder at Claudia's door, and then back to me. "Fine, but you owe me big time for this, dude. I'm passing up sex with a hottie; so I expect you to hook me up with at least two hotties next semester."

"Fine; just go." I say, giving him a shove.

I make sure Jimmy leaves, and that he doesn't try and sneak around the house to peak into Claudia's window, before making my way back to Claudia's room. I find the door open, and the room empty. 'Oh no; where the hell is she now?'

I run around the house, looking for her, but not finding her. I even run outside onto my front lawn, to see if maybe she got dressed and took off after Jimmy.

I head back inside, and am about to try calling her cell phone, when I hear a splash. I run to the patio doors, and look outside; there she is, swimming in the pool, naked.

'Well, at least she didn't go screw Jimmy.' I think as I watch her float on her back. 'But didn't she think about the neighbors? What if one of them sees her?' I watch her for several more minutes before turning around, and heading back to my room.

Claudia spent the next 3 days walking around the house, completely naked; so I spent as much time outside the house as possible. But the tension was building, and I was getting more and more angry that she was doing it.

Later that week, I finally snapped.

She had spent all morning hanging around me naked, occasionally touching herself, and asking me if Jimmy was going to be coming back to visit anytime soon, before finally getting dressed and heading out to supper with some friends.

As soon as she left, I went downstairs to Terry's bar, and started drinking. By the time she got home later that night, I was pretty far gone.

She immediately got back to her teasing, making sure I got good looks at her cleavage, and bending over a the waist every chance she got, so I could see her ass.

After 20 minutes or so of it, I snapped. As she was bending over to tie her shoe for the third time, I walked up behind her, and pushed her into the back of the couch; she had to reach forward to prevent herself from flying over it. I didn't give her time to react, as I forcefully yanked her pants down, not even bothering to undo them; I wasn't really surprised when I saw she wasn't wearing panties again.

"What are you doing?" she asked, trying to stand up, but I pushed her back down, so that she was bent over the back of the couch. "You already tried this, remember? And it didn't work then. What makes you think it's going to..."

She shut up the moment she felt my cock penetrate her pussy.

"What are you doing?"

"Shut up!" I shouted. "Shut the hell up, and take it, Bitch!"

I reached around, and covered her mouth with my hand, so that I didn't have to hear her screaming and started fucking her.

I was surprised by just how tight she was, thinking that if she was this big a tease with me, then she must be a complete slut around other guys.

She kept trying to wiggle free, but I kept her pinned to the couch. It was easy for me, since I was a lot larger than she was.

"This is what you deserve, Bitch; this is what you get for all the teasing you've done." I said as I slammed my cock into her tight pussy, over and over. "Now you see just what all your teasing does."

I decided that I wanted more, and pulled out. I let her stand up, but just long enough to throw her over the back of the couch, where she rolled off and onto the floor.

Before she could get up, I was on top of her, pinning her to the ground. I grabbed a pillow from the couch, and covered her face, to muffle the screams, while ripping open her shirt with my free hand; no bra either.

I stuffed my cock back into her pussy, and started fucking her again, savagely grabbing her breasts with my free hand, twisting her nipples hard.

"You made me do this, Bitch; this is all, your fault." I said. "I never wanted to do this, but you left me no choice; you just wouldn't stop teasing me. This'll teach you."

I could feel that I was close to finishing, but I wasn't done with her yet; so I tossed away the pillow. Her tears had smeared her makeup, and she looked like she was gasping for air. I took that opportunity, and stuffed my cock deep down her throat. She started gagging as soon as I got it in, and I let up a bit; but only long enough for her to catch her breath, before stuffing my cock all the way in, and making her gag again.

Fresh tears fell down her checks, smearing her makeup even more. Without warning, I pulled out, tendrils of spit trailing from my cock to her open mouth, and came all over her face; making sure to get some in her mouth. Before she could even think of spitting it out, I stuffed my cock back in her mouth, and held her head in place until I felt her swallow.

Only then did I let her go, as I collapsed on the couch. I looked down at her, lying on the floor, ripped shirt, pants around her ankles, come on her tear stained face, and started to feel guilty. I couldn't believe I had just raped my step-sister. 'What will mom think when she finds out?' I thought. 'What will Terry do? I'm going to go to jail, if he doesn't kill me first.'

I watched as Claudia lied there, starring at the ceiling, and wondered when she would get up and call the cops.

Instead, she turned her head to look at me, and smiled. "I was wondering when you were going to finally grow a set, and step up." She said. "Took you long enough."

That summer we did plenty of 'bonding' as she had told our parents we would, and we both learned a lesson or two.

THE END



Lesson Learned



I wake to my alarm set 30 min before Master (please assume crossed arms and quick nod, whenever this appears) typically wakes. As I reach for the clock, I realize the clock is on the floor as am I and the memories of the previous night come back in a flash.

The aches and pains slowly make themselves known to me and I am sure I look a disheveled mess. I know I must get up and make myself look as pleasing as possible, though I am sure there is little hope for that after last night. I sit up slowly and shakily rise to my feet and head to the restroom.

I close my eyes and then stand in front of the mirror, undecided on if I want to look or not. A minute passes before I decide I must look. When I do, I am shocked by my appearance, there are bruises everywhere. Usually, I am proud to wear marks my Master gives me, these I am not proud of at all. Tears start, and I turn away from the mirror and start the shower.

After taking a very quick shower, I fix my hair; at least it can look nice today. There is little I can do to cover the bruises and I am thankful there are none on my face. I go out to the kitchen and make coffee and start to put together breakfast, ignoring the aches and pains as much as I can. Then put everything on a tray and carry it to Master's bed, it's the least I can do after disobeying him last night.

I balance the tray and knock on the door, he tells to enter. I go in and set the tray on his stand and kneel down next to his bed and he waves me off. So, I move to the foot of the bed to be out of the way of his morning routine. I wait for him to finish breakfast and just sit and worry, he said last night he that my punishment wasn't completed and would continue to be addressed today after he had some rest.

As I sit and worry, I review the events of the last evening in detail, I know where I went wrong that isn't in doubt, it rarely if ever is but I review it anyway, I overthink everything. Master took me to dinner, it had been a pleasant week overall. I had managed do as I was told without complaint and this was to be my reward.

He took me to new restaurant that had just opened in the city. He dressed me in lovely dress that happened to be one of my favorites, blue to match my eyes, stiletto heels, and thigh highs, the last two where a constant, never did that combo change. Dinner went smoothly, wine and conversation flowed. Towards the end of dinner an acquaintance of his approached the table and they spoke, he introduced me, a brief hello nothing more. We then took our leave and started to drive home.

He asked if I had a nice time and I said that I had... Which was absolutely true, I loved going out with him and it didn't happen often. He asked what I thought of the woman that had said hello. I said she was gorgeous and then asked how he knew her. He explained that he had a tryst with her a while back. I responded with pleasant enough words but my tone betrayed me. His head turned towards and his next statement sounded tight and controlled, not relaxed as it had up till now. My heart sank, I knew this evening would not end well.

I tried to apologize almost immediately, but he silenced me quickly with a sharp glance. Jealousy was not tolerated in any form and my statement had been dripping with it. I knew better then to address my feelings with sarcasm and I had done so anyway. Had I talked to him about the feelings instead, I wouldn't have been in trouble but I didn't, instead I tried to hurt back. I could see that now clearly.

We returned home, home was secluded and there were no prying eyes to watch what happened when we arrived there. He ordered me to not move a muscle and the exited the car and left me sitting there, it was cold out and the car got colder and colder as the time passed but I didn't dare reach for my coat in the back seat. It felt like an hour passed though I am sure it wasn't that long. The cold seeped into my bones. He knew I hated the cold.

Then I heard the front door opened, walked out and opened my side of the car and grabbed me by the arm and pulled me out. He said I was lucky to not be spending the night in there and knew this was true. He drug me inside and said the only reason I was inside was he had use for me. I shivered, and knew he did not care at all about my predicament and the next move he made proved this to be true. He ripped my dress off tearing the dress I had loved so much and shoved me to my knees.

I was crying but my tears did me no good, he would not be dissuaded by tears. He told me to go to the closet and grab one of the predetermined punishment implements. I could always choose but I had to do so quickly and my vision blurry with tears, I just grabbed what was in front of me, not caring what it was. I would find out momentarily that I should have paid more attention to what I was grabbing.

The cane of course is what I had grabbed, the thing I most feared. He never paused though when I gave it to him. No look of confusion or question crossed his face for a second. He ordered me down on my hands and knees and began my punishment. It was fast and intense ... not that I was aware of that though every second passed without time attached to it for me.

Afterwards I was picked up and put in my room on the floor and the door was shut. Few words were said during the evening, they didn't need to be said the actions spoke instead. I cried myself to sleep. Thinking back on it made me shiver where I sat and made the welts burn as if they were remembering as well as I was.

Master had finished eating and was staring down at me. He asked if I had learned anything last night and I said I had and I explained what I had learned. He said good, but to be certain that lesson will continue today in about 2 hours. Go dress casually, in a dress though no pants and put on make-up. Choose what you wear carefully I don't want to see a single welt showing.

I was released to follow those orders and did so quickly; I was done long before the two hour mark though and had time to wonder what was going to happen today. For the life of me I couldn't figure out what punishment or lesson was coming, or what form it would take. His orders made no sense to me at all. I went to where he was, which was in the living room, watching ESPN. I sat down at his feet and looked up at him. He patted his thigh and allowed me to rest my head there. I was comforted for the time being just being close and tried to not worry about what was coming.

The 2 hours was coming to an end shortly and the bell rung. He told me to go open the door. I did, and who should be there but the woman that had started the downward spiral of my evening last night. I was cordial in welcoming her in to Masters home. I was dumbstruck though ... unsure of what would enfold. She took off her coat and I was correct in my assessment of her the night before, she was stunning. Long chestnut hair cut so it tapered down ending just above her ass, she had an ample chest as well, nothing disappointing to speak of. 

We went to the living room and he flicked a finger towards the chair away from him, not the sofa. I knew this meant that is where he wanted me and I did so. She sat with him on the sofa and he reached around her shoulders and pulled her close. She didn't look surprised in the least nor did she appear uncomfortable. Clearly she knew more about what was going on than I did. I wisely held said nothing, I had learned that much at least.

Master changed the channel to a satellite music channel and turned it down low so it would be in the background. Then he turned to me and asked that I drawl the curtains... Well it sounded like asking, I knew he wasn't it was an order. I complied, no longer in much doubt as to what was going to come to pass.

He slowly undressed her, while I watched I was fascinated and he knew I couldn't not watch what was happening and he never turned to see if I was. He caressed her body lightly touching her and she arched her body into what she clearly enjoyed. He gently pinched her nipples making her moan with pleasure and then slid his hand between her legs. I could hear how wet she was. 

I was getting wet myself watching this happen and wished I was free to move but knew I could not. She when down between his legs and took him into her mouth and began sucking him off, to which he responded by making a deep groan of pleasure. Watching her kneel in front of him pleasing my Master was unbelievably hot, I was so wet already, I could barely stand it. 

He then gently pulled her to her feet and bent her over her hands resting on the couch. He carefully angled it so that I would have full few of her sweet pussy being used. He proceeded to fuck her slowly, drawling it out for his pleasure and hers. She cried out cumming around his cock. I couldn't see it but I knew her muscles were contracting and Master came within a minute after she did. 

She got up kissed him, and then went to the restroom to arrange herself and clean up. While she was in the restroom Master sat back on the couch and turned ESPN back on, turned and smiled at me. He told me to let her out when she was ready and that I was to thank her. A few minutes later, she came out and I did as instructed. Her car pulled away and he turned the volume down. I knew we were going to have a discussion about the afternoon.

He asked me if I enjoyed the afternoon and I replied without sarcasm that I wasn't sure that I had. He chuckled and said that he had. He asked what I didn't like and I said that I wanted to join in ... he motioned for me to come closer to him and stand in front of him. I did so and reached under my skirt and slide his fingers into my pussy, and again laughed. I was soaked.

He went on to explain that had I talked about my feelings instead of being a smart ass that that night would have been far different as would have the afternoon. It had been set up ahead of time with the dinner plans for my good behavior. But had taken a turn when I had reacted with anger. If only I had taken a moment to think before making that comment my night would have been so much better. A lesson not soon forgotten.



Lesson Learned



My wife was watching all of this take place and began to come wantonly now. I felt her spasm in waves as thick globs of her come ran down my balls. Before I could come, I pulled my cock from her pussy and rubbed it between her ass cheeks. She moaned and I knew she was not opposed to me fucking her ass. Instead, I went around to the front of her and put my cock in her mouth. Patty had pulled Tom from her mouth and was vigorously stroking his cock now. Patty told Tom to come for her, come in her mouth and on her face. Mike must have recovered because he was fucking Patty whole-heartedly now. Tom shot thick streams of white come onto Patty's face until Patty adjusted herself to allow the streams into her mouth. Once Tom stopped, Patty slowly licked the come off Toms' cock and began to suck him off again. 

I was nearing my breaking point and wanted to shoot my load down my wife's throat but fought off the urge. I told Tom to get around my wife and fuck her pussy. Tom walked around behind my wife and placed his bobbing cock deep inside her. It was all my wife could do to keep my cock in her mouth. Tom was really fucking her and her body responded by having orgasm after orgasm. Once Tom had come inside, I walked back around my wife and placed the head of my cock at her ass.

Mike got in front of my wife and forced his cock into her mouth. I gently began to force my cock into her ass. Mike could tell what I was doing because my wife must have been biting him gently as I worked my cock into her. Mike asked me if I was fucking her ass and high fived me when I nodded yes. Patty said she wished someone would fuck her in the ass and Tom quickly offered to do just that. 

To my surprise, Patty bent over began to lick my balls from behind me as Tom put his cock in her ass. Tom didn't have to be nearly as gentle as I was being with my wife and before I could say anything, Patty groaned that she loved it in the ass. Patty began to lick lower now and I realized what she was really after.

Patty began to lick the come from my wife's pussy. I knew this would bother my wife from the several conversations we've had that she was in no way bisexual. In this position however, there was little that she could do. I had worked about half my cock into her ass when Patty began to eat my wife's pussy with abandon. At first my wife said no and to stop but now she just moaned in pleasure. 

I forced my cock deep into her ass now and was taking long strokes, nearly pulling my cock all the way out before I forced it deep again. My wife screamed she was coming now. Patty's faced bobbed in and out of my wife's pussy in rhythm to Tom's cock fucking her ass. It wasn't long before Mike pulled his cock from my wife's mouth and shot his huge wad all over my wife's face. 

Watching Mike cum on my wife's face forced me to orgasm and I pulled my cock from my wife's ass and placed its head at the entrance to her pussy. As I began to spasm, Patty licked as best she could all of my come. Tom came shortly after deep in Patty's ass and then pulled out. We were all exhausted and found a place to sit.

I untied my wife and watched her slowly stand after hours of being bound and then fucked. She walked it off gingerly and went into the bathroom. When she returned she was still naked but had apparently cleaned Mike's load off her face. She walked slowly over to me and sat on my lap whispering in my ear that she loved me. I have had no problems with her attitude since, although on occasion I do "punish" her as a preventative measure.



Lesson Learned



For months now I had acted as my Master's whore, His toy to be played with by other men, someone to be hired out or offered free of charge for use. Always I had tried to please by doing as he wanted, opening my body to anyone, anywhere, and at anytime, as long as it was His wish. Master knew that though I complied, it caused me great pain as I felt I was betraying His trust, His love, and our marriage vows. He had tried so hard to make me realize it was as He wanted, and not a betrayal of Him or our love. He explained patiently and repeatedly it was only a sexual act He required me to perform for His pleasure, and that the bond of our love was in no way threatened or related to the sex I had with the scores of strangers He sold and gave me to. Still I could not understand how easily He accepted this; how he could watch their cocks enter my body without becoming angry, hurt, and jealous. I knew I felt nothing for these men, but how was He able to know when I spread my legs for Him, that it was any different to all the others?

This morning I had woken as every other morning, wrapped in His loving arms, chained to the post of His bed. His lips caressed my brow before He unlocked the chains that held me, and pulling back the sheet, pushed my head toward His already erect cock. My mouth hungered for Him always and closed warm and moist around His beloved shaft. Slowly licking, I wet His cock fully, before sliding my lips over His thickness, feeling Him pushing at the back of my throat. Already I could taste His precum and wanted more. I began to work on His cock, pumping Him with my tongue, mouth, and throat the way I knew always pleased Him. I was proud of the way I could give my Master pleasure. I could feel His passion building as I made love to His shaft, my hands caressing His balls, my body on fire for Him. Almost as suddenly as it had begun, it was over, my head pulled roughly off His shaft by His hand wrapped in my long hair. I didn't understand why He stopped me as it was obvious He enjoyed my loving and was fighting against Himself not to enjoy more. Obediently I lay still and silent where He had pulled me to, His hand still tightly wound in my hair, pulling at my scalp painfully.

"Mmmm, Catalina, you have a way with your mouth that always excites me, has me dreaming constantly of your talents. I am tempted to push your sluttish mouth down over my cock again until I fill it with cum but I won't. I have other plans for today. Ones I hope you will appreciate and understand, and also see the value of. Spread your legs for me my love."

As His hand relaxed its grip in my hair, I laid back and spread my legs as He ordered, more puzzled as to what was happening. I caught my breath as His hand began to caress my breasts, feeling their warmth, teasing the nipples into full erection, before sliding over my belly to touch the wetness pouring from my open body. His fingers slipped inside my pussy, massaging deeply, and then pulling out more honey to cover my throbbing clit. By now I was already beginning to feel the urgency of my need to cum in His hand. "Feels good doesn't it Catalina?...You like the way Your Master strokes you, brings you to a peak and holds you there until He is ready to permit you to cum." My breath came in shallow gasps making it difficult to concentrate on His words, almost impossible to answer.

"Yes Master....I love everything You do for me. I love You...." "Remember this feeling slave......remember how Your Master touches you...how His fingers convey His love for His property...how His every touch and action screams love to your core. Remember it."

Once again I was puzzled and did not understand. I did not have too much time to think though as I knew I was going to cum any moment with or without His permission, and to not have His permission would have shamed me deeply, and earned me a punishment. The punishment mattered not, but failing to obey my Master's rules would sadden and disappoint me and my Master.

"Please Master......please let Your slave cum...oh please...I can't hold it. I'm sor...." "Cum slave!!"

The relief was indescribable. I had been so close to losing control and breaking one of Master's rules. My body trembled in His grasp, cried out for Him, the only man who could ever give me such pleasure and love. Already the next orgasm was building as His fingers lightly brushed the swollen lips of my cunt, and teased my throbbing clit.

"Catalina?........cum for Your Master!!!...cum as many times as you can.......good girl....keep cumming..............you please me so much with your surrender slave."

I could no longer feel where my body stopped and Master's began. The waves of ecstasy washed through my body, lifting me on a tide of pure passion. I melted into His arms which were now holding me tight, crushing me against His chest, His teeth biting into the flesh of my neck, sliding down to bite my breasts, my nipples, until I screamed from both pleasure and pain...then again, pain was my pleasure...one I could never get enough of. As the last orgasm ebbed away I fell limp against my Master.

"Thank you Master," I murmured against his beautiful skin, still floating in a dreamlike state. "I love you so much."

I could feel tears slip from my eyes at the truth of my words. There was no other man who could take me to the heights my Master did. I had tried many lovers throughout my lifetime, but it was He, and only He who held the key to unlock the door to rapturous bliss. And His key was simply love...a love I had never dared dream existed.....a love that guided and freed me to explore and experience all I could be. Nuzzling my hair with His lips, Master began to speak softly to me.

"Catalina, I have planned the next 24 hours for us so it may help you understand my love for you, how deep it goes, how well it understands my slave and her needs. For too long now you have struggled with your role as my whore....have felt you are betraying me, betraying our love."

I lay silent, hardly daring to breath. I knew the words were true. Dared not think what Master was planning to do. "Today I will highlight my love for you and show you why your fears are wrong." "How Master," I asked in barely a whisper, scared of the answer He would give. "You will see how I treat a whore.....how whores are used by men........and you will remember how I treat you......so different. I need to make you understand your role as whore, why I want you to act as my whore with others."

My heart was pounding, unsure of His meaning even now. "Love is something we share between just us, its special, something to be valued for its beauty and rarity. On the other hand a whore has little value in her role as whore except as a vessel in which men can find momentary pleasure, pleasure any other whore can give him. Nothing that many possess can have value....it is almost disposable...something easily replaced in a moment. That is how you are to other men, to the men I give you to, the men I sell you to as a commodity to be bought and sold for whatever amount we agree on. You are worthless to them just as other whores are worthless to me."

I shivered in Master's arms beginning to see His logic, understand my lowly status. I felt degraded and worthless, common and used. "I want you to know and understand your lack of value as my whore, but also you also need to understand how priceless you are as my beloved slave and wife. The dichotomy is fascinating and complex.......and I also recognize the need in you to be treated as a whore, the pleasure you feel in being used, degraded, humiliated, discarded, then taken back by Your loving Master after all the rest have finished with your body and thrown you away. Your Master will always accept you no matter how much of a slut you become for His pleasure. He will love and desire you when everyone else despises the creature you have become...He will love you even more for your depravity and filth. This is your gift to Him for His love."

I lay silent beside Him, the multitude of emotions I felt overwhelming me. I didn't know whether to laugh with delight, or cry with shame, as the reality of Master's words filled my heart and soul. His love was so special, and until this moment I had never realized how special it was, how much He understood about me that even I had failed to recognize, how much He gave me every day in allowing me to serve Him as His slave for life.

With a slap on my bare arse, Master stood up from the bed and pulled me across its width by my hair, ordering me to the bathroom to wash Him. I followed naked behind him, then on reaching the room turned on the shower, adjusting the temperature of the water to just the right level for His comfort, then waited as Master removed my collar. Stepping in together, I began to wash His body, soaping Him all over, massaging His muscles, rinsing and caressing. I quickly washed myself before stepping from the shower and standing waiting with an open towel with which to pat His skin dry. All but His cock and balls, which were always dried with my mouth, then my lips. The warmth of the room had dried my own skin to a bearable dampness as I hung His towel on the rack to dry.

"We have slept a little late today Catalina, so for now we will skip breakfast as I am expecting someone and there is much to do before their arrival. Come."

Following my Master to our special room, I wondered again what was to occur. As we walked into the room, Master turned and grasped my wrist painfully in His hand and pulled me toward the whipping post. Fastening cuffs around my wrists, he pulled my arms painfully behind me to wrap around the post, clipping them together, holding me tight against its hardness. Pulling my head forward and lifting my long hair, Master placed my collar around my neck, and then pushed me back against the post's cool surface. Waiting, I expected He would bind me also with rope, but He left me unbound all except for the wrist cuffs.

"I will return shortly Catalina to begin your lessons," He said as He left the room. I stood silent, waiting, wondering what was happening, where He had gone. It was no more than half an hour before He returned. Following Him on a leash was a naked woman. Mesmerized I gazed at her breasts, full and lush, their nipples semi erect, her naked cunt, shaved and soft, and her beautiful, toned body perfect in its curved proportions. I could not help admire her unusual beauty, nor her submissiveness as she stood silently by Master's side as He stood before me.

"Catalina, this is Tara. I have borrowed her from a friend of mine to whom she is collared. She will be my whore for the next 24 hours to use as I wish. I will fuck her, and you will watch. You will see how I use her....like men use you....but you will see the difference from how I use you my love. There is no love, no bonding in the way she will be used, just fucking. Any woman can give me that. It is what makes a whore of no value, including you. If that is all you have to give a man, you have nothing to offer that any other can't, just holes to fuck, any hole, any whore."

I was shocked. I had not expected this...did not know how I felt. I knew one part of me hurt to know my Master would fuck another woman, would touch her, and have her touch Him. I felt devalued, saw truth in His words. Without our love, I had nothing to offer Him that Tara couldn't give Him. He would find as much pleasure in her body as any woman. 

"Remember I love you Catalina, and that I am proud of my slave. This is to help you...trust me."

Before I had time to respond, He had drawn Tara with Him and, removing the leash, forced her on her knees in front of Him, shoving His cock in her waiting mouth. I watched as she devoured His hardness, His eyes lifting to look into mine, His love for me glowing in their depth. Unwillingly, I could feel how His cock had felt in my mouth less than two hours ago......how I had felt pride in knowing I could give Him that pleasure...and yet here was another woman giving Him the same pleasure. She was very good at what she did and it was not long before I could see Master wanted to fuck her, explore her soft wetness with His cock. 

Pulling her to her feet by her hair, He bent her forward facing away from me and opened her body for His inspection as so many men had done to me. I watched fascinated as He opened first her cunt, its wetness glistening in the soft light of the room, then fingered her arse roughly, impersonally, before plunging His cock deep inside her. She screamed in pain but Master continued to fuck her. I noticed my cunt was dripping as I watched His cock take her, saw His shaft disappear over and over into her depths, her arsehole sucking greedily around His erection as her cunt pouted swollen lips with which to kiss His balls each time He thrust into her tunnel. I could not believe how hot and horny I was becoming watching my Master take this girl who was much younger than me. Part of my desire was the beauty I found in both their bodies fucking together, but the biggest part of my growing passion was knowing my Master was using another, feeling pleasure with her, showing me I was not the only one to deliver physical pleasure to Him or any man......we were both whores to be used for men's desires.

Pausing for a moment to withdraw and push her onto the table nearby, pulling her legs apart and over her head, Master gazed at her open body offered to Him before He looked into my eyes for a moment.

"Catalina, she has everything you have.....look......a wet cunt, tight arse, warm mouth......but she does not have my love. That is yours alone and to me she is just a whore....worthless. This is how men see you when they fuck you, use you, and buy you....a worthless whore to be used. This is why I allow it and take pleasure in it Catalina. They can never possess that part of you which is mine alone. But like Tara, you are a whore and can give men pleasure without love. I like to control that part of you, especially knowing how difficult it is for you to obey, knowing it is the opposite of how you have lived your life up to the moment you committed to me. I like the power it gives me to change you into a whore in other's eyes, to see the way they look at you, to know they despise you even as they use you. I have tainted you forever Catalina."

I understood what Master was saying and at the same time felt an uncontrollable desire building inside me. I wanted to watch Him fuck her...wanted to know that He found pleasure in her body. I could give Him that knowing He loved me as I did Him. I wanted to lose myself in the carnal beauty of watching my Master fuck another, delight in the ecstasy I was feeling at the thought of His pleasure with her, embrace the depravity of knowing I too was a whore to be used by men, as He was using her. I could not deny it excited me to know another was giving my beloved Master pleasure. In a degrading sort of way, it made me feel even more tightly bound to my loving Master......it highlighted our love, and also His power to take another if He chose, to satisfy His desires, His right to discard me temporarily in favor of another. Against all odds, this thought made me horny...turned me on to know my Master exercised such power over my life, our love.

I watched as He once again began to fuck Tara, His cock plunging deeper and deeper with each thrust until He came. As He withdrew from her wetness, He pulled her up to a sitting position, and once He removed the condom, ordered her to wash Him with her mouth. I could see the same distaste in her eyes that I felt when forced to pleasure the men Master gave me to. I knew the revulsion, which gave birth to desire, to be used, degraded, and humiliated in this way. As with when I was used by others, Tara did not reach orgasm, nor did my Master attempt to give her any pleasure. I realized with shock that the humiliation of knowing my Master was finding pleasure in another woman's body was acting as one of the most powerful aphrodisiac's I had ever experienced. I had never thought I would want Him to be pleasured by another until this moment.

My thighs were shining with the wetness of my cunt juice flowing down them. I noticed the look of surprise in Master's eyes as He saw the evidence of my excitement, and then His love and pride in the slave who wanted so much to allow her Owner the pleasure of another. Crossing to the post He unfastened my bonds, and taking me in His arms caressed my clit, ordering me to cum. My body trembled in His arms as I screamed in ecstasy, wave after wave of orgasm flowing through me.

"Thank you Master." "Tara will be with us until tomorrow morning Catalina. I will take her many times, using her in front of you. She will sleep with us tonight and I will enjoy the feel of you both against my body, and the freedom I will have to use both you and her." "Yes Master. I understand."

The day progressed well with Master working from home, me cleaning and writing, and Tara helping me with the household chores when she was not chained to Master's desk, or bent over some piece of furniture being fucked. I enjoyed the sight of her naked body in our home and wondered if He would agree to me asking her to return at sometime for me to sketch her. I was surprised I was not jealous each time Master called her to Him to be played with, and to give Him pleasure, one time laying her on top of my body as He fucked her violently, her body being pushed into mine, His thrusts into her jarring my body and moving us all along the floor on which He had laid me. At times throughout the day He also used me which I found a little more difficult at first, to be opened and made love to in front of another female, to have to share our intimacy with another.

As night came, we enjoyed dinner and a movie before going to bed, all three together. Master slept in the middle of the bed with Tara and me on either side. For this night I was not chained, Master deciding it would make for easier movement to have me unfettered. I awoke around midnight cuddled up against Master's back as He fucked her again, His body thrusting into her wetness deep and violently, her moans of pain waking me from my dreams. 

Master realized I was awake and reaching over to switch on a bedside lamp, ordered us to both kneel before Him at the end of the bed, our backs toward Him. Caressing us both, He ordered us to lean forward, our butts in the air. I loved the feeling of being so exposed and open to Him, and also found I loved the feel of her warmth beside me. Master's cock entered my cunt, by now very wet and hot. He pumped me hard for about 10 minutes before switching to her cunt. I loved that He was using us together, loved feeling her body rubbing against mine as He took His pleasure in her, loved the thought He would be able to feel variety of both our cunts in turn wrapped around His shaft.

Switching back to me, I felt Master's cock going deeper than ever before, my honey dripping onto the bed below. In minutes I felt a warm mouth caressing first Master's balls, and then my clit. I had never experienced this before and could not believe my Master had allowed her to lick me. Though many years ago I had caressed a woman with my mouth, enjoyed teasing her nipples and clit, I had never been caressed by a woman myself and often wondered what it would feel like. I knew it would never replace my need for a man, but my curiosity had lurked hidden in the depths of my brain. Her tongue was soft, making my clit swell, my cunt tighten around Master's cock as He gained momentum. I delighted in the feeling of Him inside me as always, but found the unexpected addition of her mouth almost too much to bear.

"Cum slave."

My pussy exploded around Master's cock, my clit throbbing between her tender lips. Just as quickly as I had cum, Master pulled His cock from me and plunged it into her waiting mouth as He began to cum. His pleasure was evident from the groan He made as He emptied His load into her. I could not resist a taste of His cum as I slipped down to join her lips around His still hard cock, both washing Him, our tongues intertwining from time to time as we kissed around His perfect shaft. Master gently thrust between our open lips, enjoying the sensation of two mouths caressing Him and each other.




Lesson Learned



As the passion cooled, I realized what I had done, acting without permission. Looking to my Master I expected to see His anger darken His face, but instead was rewarded with His smile and arm gathering me close in His embrace. I had never felt as loved as I did at that moment, knowing He was willing to forgive me my momentary lapse. As we all settled back into the bed, Master enjoyed the embrace of both Tara and myself as we snuggled in His powerful arms and drifted off to sleep.

When morning came, it was not as I would have expected it to be if I had been told what would happen a week ago. Instead all three of us were relaxed and happy with each other's company. Before leaving the bed, Master asked me to sit cradling Tara's body against mine and hold her legs spread open and raised as He fucked her one last time. As He thrust into her open cunt He took one of my hands and placed it on her clit and ordered me to give her pleasure as a reward for her obedience. Hesitant at first, unsure how to pleasure another woman with my hand, I gently stroked her, covering her clit in her own wetness as Master fucked deeper and deeper. Watching His strokes soon excited me to a point I forgot my awkwardness and acted without thought in delivering her reward. She soon began to beg Master's permission to cum and exploded around His cock, her juice flooding into my hand, the moment He told her she could. Her body shuddered against me as she came, melting into my embrace as Master withdrew from her warmth.

Tara had pleased my Master, and I was grateful she had been able to share that with us. Her young body was beautiful and I was not going to begrudge my Master taking pleasure in its youthful attractiveness, especially as we had all shared in the experience and pleasure. I did not feel threatened by her, and now knew how much my Master loved, wanted, and needed me, and how much I loved, wanted, and needed Him for all eternity.



Lesson Learned



I wish that I could say that I am the most perfect angel, but I guess that I'm not. My world was seemingly picture perfect until a week ago when I was taught how blind I was in my world... 

Let me start about a week and a half ago and maybe you can understand a bit better. I didn't think that my life was that interesting, really. I'm a high school senior at a medium-sized suburban high school. I'm 18 and have shoulder length blonde hair and gorgeous (so I am told!) blue-green eyes. I never thought much of my body, but I guess that you could say that it is nice. According to my mom, keeping slim and trim is easier at my age, so I always workout to keep my figure. I'm sure that I'll have to thank her for when I'm older! Of course, the genes that she left me are definitely worth thanking her for as well because I inherited my D size tits and round butt from her, especially if you look at my dad's droopy female relatives. 

Like I said, I'm just your average high school senior...or so I thought. Its football season right now, and having good school spirit, I'm also captain of the cheerleading squad. Convenient enough, my boyfriend is one of the football captains (offensive linemen), so I get to see my man play up close and personal! 

After the game last week, Mike (my boyfriend) and I went to the usual after game party at one of Mike's friends houses, and as usual, we went to our normal spot to make out after getting nice and buzzed from the party. Although this was our usual Friday night routine, Mike seemed overly ambitious to get into my pants, and I had to put the brakes on before things went too far. Normally, we make out for a while, and I end up letting him feel me up while I give him a handjob. Tonight, he was trying to force my head down on his dick, and after several failed attempts at that, he grumbled something about being tired and took me home. 

Being the typical girl which overanalyzes everything, I started to question myself and our relationship. What did I do wrong? Doesn't Mike like me anymore? After I got home, took at shower, and got in bed, I settled down a bit and dismissed the night's activities to too much testosterone. I was sure that Mike would apologize tomorrow. Wouldn't he? But no he didn't. In fact, he didn't talk to me all next week, even when I purposely went to his locker Monday morning. He grumbled something and walked off. I was devastated! Why was Mike being this way? What did I do wrong to deserve this treatment? 

After a painful day of agonizing over our relationship and how Mike was treating me, I decided to call and confront him about it because that was the only way that I could set at ease. I waited until after he would return from football practice and get his shower and dinner before I called because he would be in the best mood them. 

"Hello, Mike?" 

"Yeah" 

"This is Kellie." 

"Yeah...I know who it is." 

"Well, I wanted to talk a bit. You've been acting kinda odd lately. Is everything ok?" 

"No...everything isn't ok! I'm fucking sick of your stuck-up ass!" 

"But...but, Mike, why would you say that? We've been dating for 6 months now. I thought that...that..." 

"What? That I loved you? Fuck, Kellie, I do care for you, but your just not takin care of business. Ya know?" 

"But...what do you mean?" 

"Kellie...are you really that blonde? I have needs, and you're not taking care of them! If I'm lucky, I get a handjob every once in a while, but the rest of the time, you are just a fuckin big cock tease." 

"But Mike, you know that I want to save myself for marriage! I've told you that!" 

"Well...that's just fine, but your gonna have to save yourself for somebody else." 

"FUCK YOU, Mike Turner! You can just go fuck yourself!" 

With that, he hung up the phone, and I broke down in tears. How dare he talk to me like that? I could have gotten any guy that I wanted, but he was lucky to be with me. I buried my face in my pillow and cried myself to sleep that night. For the rest of the week, I just ignored him, but with the home game on Friday, I didn't have a choice but to see him up close and personal. 

Friday night came, and I started the cheerleading squad into our warm-ups as the fans started to fill the stands. About 20 minutes before the game started, Steve (who was one of Mike's friends and also a football player) came over to me and said that Mike wanted to talk tonight. If I wanted to see him, I should meet just after the game in the visiting women's locker room since that would be empty. After he left, my mind went wild. Why does Mike want to talk to me? Does he want to patch things up? For the rest of the game, I couldn't stop thinking about it! By the end of the third quarter, I had a plan. I would wash up a bit after the game, making sure to put on some killer perfume, and Mike would beg me to come back to him! 

After the game, the rest of the cheerleaders and I went into the locker room to change, and I put my plan into action. The rest of the girls slowly left one by one, and I slipped out of our locker room and into the girl's visitor locker room. It was dark except for a light in the back room, so I fumbled around for a light switch. I found a light switch panel after a few seconds, but they didn't seem to work. I wandered a bit further into the semi-dark locker room, and all of a sudden, a pair of large arms reached around me from behind: one wrapping around my waist and one reaching up to cover my mouth from screaming. The arms started to drag me back to the back room where I saw the light earlier, and finally, I started to hear laughing from several male voices. Once he had drug me all the way back to the back room, I saw 3 of the seniors from the football team (Todd, Steve, and Rob) still in their football pants and nothing else. The arms that had once held me from running away threw me forward toward a large table set up in the middle of the room, and after I caught my balance, I turned around to see that it was Mike who was holding me. 

"What the fuck was that for," I asked Mike. "What is this all about?" 

"I've decided that you need some lessons in how to be a good girlfriend," Mike said while the other 3 just laughed. "You're gonna be the best girlfriend a guy could want after just one simple lesson!" 

I was beginning to get really uncomfortable with Mike's tone of voice and his buddies laughing behind me. Mike started to come closer to me as I edged my way backward. I forgot about the table behind me and finally bumped into it, making me lose my balance slightly. Just then, I felt one of the guys behind me grab my arms and pull me backwards onto the table until my feet actually lifted off of the ground. All of a sudden, Steve jumped up on the table and pinned me down, face up with my arms down to my sides. My little 115-lbs. body was no match for this 200-lbs. offensive guard, and I was trapped no matter how I tried to fuss and fight. 

"Mike…what are you doing?" I sobbed. "Please stop!" 

"Nope, you've been a cock tease for too long," he growled "and you need a lesson in how a good girlfriend should behave!" 

I didn't know what to do! I couldn't move with my arms and body pinned down to the table by the sweaty jock on top of me, so I started to scream for help because maybe someone else was left behind after the game. Maybe somebody would hear me! 

"Shut that bitch up!" Mike yelled to his cohorts. 

And with that, Rob undid his football pants and let them drop to the floor. Other than Mike's cock, I really had never seen one before, and this one was definitely bigger! It must have been at least 8 inches long and really thick. I had no idea what he was going to do with that thing, but I didn't want to find out either! I started to yell louder, and right after taking a big breath of air, he shoved his cock right into my mouth. I gagged at first but learned to breathe through my nose as he started to work his whole cock into my mouth. After a minute of his cock forcing its way down my throat, I felt Steve start to massage my tits through my cheerleading sweater and, finally, pull it along with my sports bra up to my neck. He really started to roughly maul my tits with his huge hands, first massaging my tit and then pulling on each nipple until I thought they would rip off. I had never had my tits handled like that before! 

Mike and Todd seemed to enjoy themselves, standing around and watching as Rob fucked my face and as Steve abused my tits. They both took off their football pants and started to stroke their cocks, and that's when it happened. I tried to fight it for as long as I could, but it was as impossible as trying to stop your heart from beating. I started to get turned on!!! Between the abuse I was getting in my mouth and on my tits and from watching the other 2 guys jerk off, my pussy started to leak. It was subtle at first, but after only a few minutes, my panties were soaked! 

Todd started to make his way between my legs for what I was certain was the end of my virginity, and just before he got his hands up my skirt, Mike stopped him. At first, I thought that Mike got to his senses, but then he said: 

"Fuck that, dude. This bitch is mine. I've earned her cherry for all that I've put up with!" 

I wanted to scream to tell him "NO!", but the cock stuffed in my mouth didn't allow that to happen. Mike pushed his way in between my thighs, pushed my skirt up to my waist, and ripped my panties off in one brutal motion. 

"Hey boys…I think that she is enjoying this 'cause she's about as wet as I've ever seen her!" Mike joked to the others. 

"Man, if you don't fuck her right now, I'm gonna," one of the others snickered. 

"Fuck off…she is mine!" Mike growled back. 

I felt Mike force his middle finger up my pussy, and as soon as I felt his finger invade my virgin pussy, my body started to go into convulsions from my first orgasm. I started to scream onto Rob's cock from my orgasm which sent vibrations onto his cock in my mouth. He started to fuck my mouth faster and faster with his cock, and I knew that from my experience giving Mike handjobs that he was about ready to drop a huge load. Mike responded to this by fingering my pussy to match the pace of the mouth-fucking that I was getting, and I lost all worry of the cock that was stretching out my jaw and pounding my throat. 

"Oh my God…dude, I can't hold out much longer!!! I'm gonna cuuuuum!" Rob finally grunted. 

The other 3 guys stopped what there were doing to watch as Rob as he started to shoot his load into my mouth. I gagged after the 1st spurt, so Rob decided to pull out and save me from drowning on his cum. The second spurt flew out just as he pulled out of my mouth and coated my cheerleading sweater and one of my tits. Finally, the third and fourth spurts flew out and hit me on the side of the face and in my hair. He must have shot a quart of the shit! I've never seen so much cum in my life!!! 

Just when I thought that I was in the clear, I felt Mike's cock sliding back and forth over my pussy and clit only making me gush more wetness. While he was working me from that end, Steve thought that it was his turn in my mouth, and hopping off of my stomach, he dropped his pants to reveal his already hard member. Although his wasn't nearly as big as Ron's cock, Steve definitely had more than enough enthusiasm. He waddled up to my head as it hung halfway off of the table, grabbed 2 handfuls of my blonde hair, and rammed his cock down my throat. Thank God he wasn't that huge or he would have done some serious damage! With the new rampage on my mouth, I had forgotten all about Mike's activities on my pussy, but once he had his cock slick and slimy from my juices, he shoved his prick into my virgin pussy. I definitely wasn't used to something that large inside of me and jumped from his first thrust. Todd saw this and decided that he needed to get into the action and climbing on top of my chest, shoved his cock in between my titties. He wasn't as rough with them as Steve, but he grabbed one in each hand and pushed them together to make a nice tight fit around his cock. 

The three cocks that were servicing me was just too much for me to handle, and my pussy started to contract around Mike's cock as I came for the second time. Although the cock in my mouth gagged my screams, all four guys could tell that I was cumming from the way that my body shook. I've never had an orgasm like that before, but I definitely liked it! Steve must have liked it too, but he was fucking my mouth like a wild man. Just as I sensed that he was going to cum, he pulled out of my mouth and shot his thick cum on my nose, forehead and into my hair. Between Steve and Ron, my face and hair was gooey and thick with their spunk, but I didn't hardly care anymore. My body was tired from the abuse that it had received in the 45 minutes that they had me and from the 2 tremendous orgasms that I had. 

"Todd, get off of her chest," Mike said. "I've got another idea." 

With that, Todd stopped titty-fucking me and got off of the table, and Mike pulled his cock out of my sopping wet pussy. Mike got up on the table, laid on his back and rolled me on top of him like I was a rag doll. Once I was on top of him, he thrust his hips forward and re-entered my pussy. I must admit that by this time I was addicted to his cock fucking me! Why had I waited this long? I was too tired to think about that by this time and laid on top of Mike as he kept thrusting into me. Being a bystander most of the time, Todd realized that his penis needed more attention and made his way up to the head of the table and force-fed me his cock. I think that Ron had fully recovered by this time because he was definitely back at attention. The scene that he watched between Todd, Mike and I must have got him all fired up because his cock seemed bigger than ever! 

Mike's penis started to give me a little more life as I felt that all familiar feeling in my cunt, and I started to grind back down onto him. For the first time in the night, my hands were free to roam at will, so I reached up and started to play with Todd's balls as they slapped against my chin. Todd began to slow down a little bit as I started to give him a more voluntary blow job, and he and I both really started to get into it. Mike had almost totally stopped his thrusts into me now because I was really in control as I slammed my pussy down onto his cock. With each stroke, my clit rubbed on his pelvis, and I started getting hotter and hotter. 

All of a sudden, I felt this really odd sensation on my ass, and I realized that someone had just stuck a finger in my asshole! Finally, I realized that Ron was no where to be found, and looking behind me, I found that it was he that was playing with my ass. In a way, I found the extra penetration erotic and let it go, returning Todd's cock to my mouth. After a minute or two of this, I felt Ron remove his fingers from my ass and felt what seemed like a baseball bat pushing at my anus. I stopped sucking Todd's dick only to see that Ron was trying to force his massive cock in my ass! He stopped only momentarily to wipe some of his spit onto his cock and started pushing the head of his cock at my tiny anus again. 

"Ron…NO!" I squealed. "You're too big for that! I don't know if I can do it!!!" 

Just then, Todd grabbed me by the back of the neck and shoved his cock back into my mouth. Amazingly enough, Ron finally pushed the head of his cock past my anal sphincter and into my ass, and I thought that I was gonna split in two!!! Mike's cock in my pussy was one thing, but the baseball bat in my ass absolutely filled me to the breaking point. Mike and Ron both stopped to allow me to get adjusted to the sheer volume of cock that was filling me before starting their rhythm inside of me. Amazingly enough considering the other events that night, they were fairly gentle at first and slowly starting picking up their pace. 

Todd was watching the whole scene, and I think that it was just too much for him. For the third time that night, I felt the cock that I had in my mouth tense and swell in anticipation of a huge orgasm. I pulled his cock to the front of my mouth to have time to pull out when he came, and I started stroking his cock with both hands. The first shot caught me off guard as it almost filled my little mouth, but I pulled his cock out of my mouth just in time to have him plaster my face and hair with three gushes of hot semen. Mike was feeling the urge too, and I felt him start a brutal pounding into my pussy. His extra thrusting set me off too, and I had my third and final orgasm as he blew his sticky load my pussy. My orgasm made seemingly every muscle in my body spasm in pleasure, including those in my ass surrounding Ron's cock. With a loud grunt, Ron thrust one last time into my ass and held it there as I felt 3 or 4 large spurts of his cum erupt into my rectum. 

I think that the guys were pretty tired because we laid on the table for a minute or two before anybody said anything. Todd was the first to break the silence to take his leave. 

"Dude…I gotta run," Todd said. "We gotta run and lift tomorrow morning." 

"Yeah man," Steve chimed in. "I gotta go, too." 

With that, all three of the other guys pulled on their football pants and left the locker room. I rolled off of Mike and laid on top of the table exhausted and absolutely satisfied. I turned to face Mike but did not know what to say. 

"Well, are you gonna be a good girl from now on?" Mike asked. 

"Oh Mike…I'm sorry that I've been such a cock tease," I said back in a little voice. "I never would have acted that way if I knew that it made you unhappy. Plus…I didn't know what I was missing!!!" 

"Well then…I think that its time to take you home." 

We walked out to Mike's car, and he drove me home in silence, kissed me goodnight, and said that he would call tomorrow to see how I was doing. When I got out of the car, he drove away, and I just stood there for a minute to gather myself up before I walked into my parents' house. My hair and face was a sticky, gooey mess from all of the cum that had been shot on it. My panties were gone from Mike ripping them off and were probably still laying on the locker room floor. My ass, pussy, and mouth were unbelievably sore from the night's activities, and there was a significant amount of semen that was leaking out of my pussy and ass that was now running down my thighs. I was an absolute mess. 

"I wonder if there is another home football game next week?" I asked myself out loud. I ran into the house to check the schedule, and I wondered what lessons I could learn after next week's game! 



Lesson Learned



It had been several months since Kara and John had last seen each other; they lived far apart and were unable to be together all the time. They had planned to get together a month and a half before, but Kara had exams during that time and wasn't able to make it. They fully intended to make up on time lost.

Kara got her suitcase settled in the spare bedroom that was hers whenever she came to visit; admittedly, she didn't use it much, but it was hers just the same. He waited in the doorway while she unpacked her belongings, and as she finished she smiled cheekily at him.

"Come here, you little minx...." he said, winking and taking her by the wrist. Grinning, she followed him as he pulled her into his room, where he closed the door. He gently threw her down on the bed, and she giggled. She loved this; he would act rough but really was a gentle as could be. He leaned over her, and started kissing her hungrily.

"I missed you...." she whispered between kisses.

"I missed you too..." John replied, wriggling her shirt off while still kissing her all over. She giggled again as he unhooked her bra. Soon her pants and panties joined them on the floor, and his clothing wasn't far behind. They held each other, kissing deeply, his fingers fondling her clit, sending shivers of pleasure through her body. Soon, as always happened (and as she loved), her hands were tied above her head, and a blindfold was slipped on. She giggled, waiting for whatever was going to come next.

But he did nothing.

"Umm...." Kara said quietly. She felt his weight leave the bed.

"You are going to have to be punished, my dear Kara." he whispered into her ear. "You cancelled our last meeting and I had to go all these months without you. You can't think you are going to be able to get away with that..." Kara shivered in anticipation, knowing what would happen next.

"It wasn't my fault...." she said feebly, knowing that it didn't matter what she said....nor caring. She loved this.

"On your stomach, now." he replied. She turned herself over, and he positioned herself so she was bent over the bed and her ass was in the air. She couldn't see what he was doing, and her entire body was taut, waiting for what would happen next. 

"I don't care what excuses you have....you were still a bad girl, and bad girls get punished." John said, rubbing his hands over her asscheeks. She sighed, loving this. She loved being spanked, whipped....and he loved giving out spankings. He caressed her cheeks another moment, then lifted his hand into the air. Kara couldn't help but flinch a bit in anticipation. His hand came down onto her right cheek with an audible SMACK. It was only a very light spank, though. He did this four more times, then resumed rubbing her asscheeks.

"Is that all? I thought I'd been bad...." Kara said. John laughed.

"Oh, that's not all, my dear.....I'm only getting started." he responded. He stopped rubbing her, and resumed spanking her, this time much harder and faster.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

This went on until he had spanked her ten times; her body would flinch slightly under each blow and her ass was turning red, but she was silent the whole time. He intended to change that.

"Ready for something a little harder?" he asked her. Kara nodded, exhilarated. Her ass was slightly sore now, but she knew she could handle more....and she couldn't wait. She heard a tell-tale swish of leather against fabric, and braced herself for what was next. Gently at first, he struck her ass with his belt, just enough to tease her and warm her up to the feeling. He knew that she loved being whipped with a belt. He slowly moved up and began gently whipping her back, inwardly smiling at her slight flinches.

"Warmed up enough?" he asked, giving her ass and back a gentle massage. Kara nodded in response.

"Ahh....I want you to say it." he said, kissing the back of her neck.

"I'm ready for more..." she whispered, giggling. 

"Right then....let's see how much you can take...." he said, noticing her visibly shiver. She had no idea....he got back up off her and gently rubbed his hands up and down her back, and kneaded her asscheeks; then he reached between her legs and fingered her clit, noticing how she jumped from his touch. He slid his fingers into her pussy, feeling how wet she was....removing them, he wiped her wetness off onto her ass. He did this a few more times, feeling as she got more and more turned on.

"Please...." she begged. He grinned, and picked back up the belt.

"Get ready for your punishment...." he said. He brought his hand back, and began whipping her with it. Already he was hitting her harder than he normally does, and he noticed with satisfaction that she was flinching more than usual after each strike. She began to whimper, but refused to give in and vocalize what she was feeling. He went on for what seemed to her to be an eternity, each strike of the belt burning across her cheeks and back. They both lost track of how many times he struck her when he finally stopped. She started to turn, but his voice stopped.

"No. We're not done yet."

"But...." Kara started to reply. Already she had taken far more than she ever had before.

"I said you needed to be punished, Kara dear. And what kind of punishment would it be if you forgot it right away?" John interrupted. "Trust me when I say you will NOT be forgetting this anytime soon....now say it, 'I am a bad girl and I deserve to be punished."

"I am a bad girl and I deserve to be punished." she repeated after him.

"'I need to be punished.'"

"...I need to be punished."

"'I want to be punished.'" John said. Kara didn't say anything, and he answered her silence with a vicious lash of the belt. She bit her lip to keep from crying out.

"I want to be punished...." she said meekly.

"Good. Now we will begin your REAL punishment." he said nastily. Kara was frightened now, he had never been like this before. Every other time they would stop when she was done. But this was different. She braced herself, not sure what to expect. 

"AAHHHHH!" she cried out as he beat her with the belt as hard as he could. She had never cried out before while being spanked or whipped....nor had she ever been hit so hard. She had not expected this. He struck her repeatedly, and she began sobbing. The blows came so fast that she didn't even have time to shriek between each one. He stopped, and she breathed a sigh of relief.

"No, we're not done yet...just a little break." he said, rubbing her back and rear and noticing how she flinched away from his touch. He smiled to himself; everything was going as he wanted. For a few minutes he fondled her clit, but stopped once he felt she was getting close to climaxing.

"What....?" she asked. He slapped her ass, hard.

"I did say we were only taking a break from your punishment, didn't I?" When she didn't respond, he slapped her sore ass, again.

"Yes!" she gasped.

"Do you want more?" he asked.

"Not really...." she muttered.

"Wrong answer, I'm afraid..." he replied.

"No! I'm sorry! I didn't mean that. Yes, I do want more...I've been very bad and I need this..." Kara said desperately.

"Then why didn't you say that to begin with? I'm afraid I'm going to have to punish you for lying, my dear." John stated. Looking around, he picked up a wooden ruler that had fallen off his desk. 

CRACK!

He smacked her with the ruler, several quick sharp smacks. The wooden ruler left interesting marks on her backside, and he smiled with pleasure.

"Now....we can get back to your real punishment. Do you want more?"

"Yes...I want it..." she managed to say in response. Her entire back and rear felt as though they were on fire, and she had no idea how much more she could handle. She was still bound and blindfolded, so she didn't know what was going to happen next. He smirked, knowing that she was completely under his control. For good measure, he gave her a few more smacks with the ruler, before picking back up the belt.

"AHHH!!!!" she screamed, when she felt it come down on her left cheek, metal biting into her. He was using the side with the buckle, which he knew was too much for her. 

"Stop!!" she begged, but everytime she did, he would whip her harder with the buckle of the belt.

"You deserve this....you need to learn your lesson." he said in return one time, pausing for a moment before returning to the vicious whipping. He continued hitting her with the belt buckle, as hard as he could. He watched in satisfaction as welts began appear on her tender backside. Finally, he felt that she had enough, and ended with three last vicious strikes. She was now openly crying from the pain. He pushed her legs apart, and jammed his fingers into her pussy. He began finger-fucking her as hard as he could, revelling in the gasps that she made. With his other hand he worked his cock until his erection was rock-hard. Then swiftly, he removed his fingers from her dripping pussy and shoved his cock in with one deep thrust.

"Oooh!" she cries out, but doesn't resist. He begins thrusting into her, as fast and hard as he can, spanking her ass with the ruler using one hand and fingering her clit with the other.

"Do you like that baby?" he demanded. She shuddered in response, and he gave her a particularly hard crack with the ruler.

"Don't make me have to whip you with the belt again....or did you really like being whipped with the buckle that much?" he asked.

"No!" she said.

"No, you don't like it?" he replied, starting to withdraw. "Shame....I guess you need some more whipping..."

"That's not what I meant! I like this! I like when you fuck me hard!" she gasped.

"You should have said that to begin with....hmm...I think I'll let you get off lightly." he said, withdrawing from her completely and picking up the belt again. "Ten strikes should do it..."

"Please...." she whispered, before shrieking as she felt the belt buckle tear across her back. True to his word, he only gave her 10 lashes that time, but they were harder and faster than before, if it were possible. He stopped, and she heard him dropping the belt, and then felt him ram his rock-hard cock into her wet pussy again!

"Ooh! Harder! Faster!" she said. He banged into her over and over, fucking her harder than he ever had before. His hand slid back down to work her clit, and she could feel herself about to go over the edge. Her gasping became faster and faster as he fucked her harder and harder, until he came inside her. This sensation was all she needed, and her gasping ended in a long moan as she came as well.

He withdrew from her, and gently untied her hands and removed the blindfold. He rolled her over onto her back, noticing her visibly wince when the covers touched her sore and beaten back and ass.

"Now....do you think you'll ever forget that?" he said, kissing her softly on the cheek. All she could do was nod in response, and he could see in her eyes that she loved every moment of it.

"Now, just don't make me have to punish you like that again....." 



Lesson Learned



She leapt up the stairs in twos and threes, coming to a halt just in front of the door.

"Morning Jenna."

"Morning Miranda," Jenna replied as she leaned up against the avocado colored lockers and struggled severely to catch her breath. Of all people, didn't it just have to be the PE coach that saw her weezing and panting up a lung? She pointed to her watch as the woman passed by. "Late for an important meeting," she said, hoping that this excuse would cut some water. The woman simply turned her head, flashed a snide smile, and disappeared down the hall and into a bathroom.

"Bitch," Jenna said under her breath. "Who cares what she thinks anyway?" But she made a mental note regardless. It was time to lay off the cigarettes and hit the gym again.

Once she gained control of her heavy breathing, Jenna straightened herself up and worked into her first smile of the morning, her best "meet the parents to discuss a heinous offense perpetrated by their beloved son" smile.

She stepped inside; her smile faltered.

The room was practically empty, with two out of the three assistant's desks empty. Only her personal secretary, Rebecca, was there. Jenna eyed two empty seats right next to her office door. 

"Rebecca?"

Her secretary was sitting back, legs propped up, phone to her ear. "Yeah, hold on a second babe." She put the phone down to her lap. "Everybody else is sick, can you believe it? I blame the food at the party yesterday, though I don't know why I didn't come down with anything."

"I'm sure they'll be okay," Jenna said. "Bit early in the morning to be making personal calls, isn't it?"

Rebecca shrugged. Jenna closed her eyes and took a deep breath. "Was Mr. Dixon here, by any chance?"

She nodded and pushed her thick frames up onto her round, freckled face. "He left just a few minutes ago. He was pretty pissed off."

"Shit."

"I have his cell number. Should I call and tell him that you're here? If he's not too far he might turn around and come back."

Jenna considered this, though she wasn't sure if she could muster a "dealing with an irate parent because you've had a horrible fight with your husband on Valentine's Day and were up all night crying and missed their appointment" smile.

"No," she said. "Why don't you call after lunch and reschedule."

"Alright," Rebecca replied, picking up her phone and continuing with her conversation.

"Oh, and could you get Daniel in here for me?"

Rebecca gave the slightest of nods as Jenna stomped her snow encrusted shoes on the mat and made her way to the end of the room, under the glittery-red heart streamers hanging over her door, and into her office. The door shut with a heavy thud and a click. She leaned up against it and heaved a burdensome sigh.

"I don't care if I never see another glittery-red heart for the rest of my life," she muttered as she threw her purse onto a chair.

The morning routine: hang up coat, plug in coffee pot, sit down at desk and thumb through the various stacks of papers, prioritize papers, check email. All of this she did without focus while her mind drifted about, scattershot like the hisses and spits coming from the Mr. Coffee in the corner of the room. It had a habit of doing that when she was sleep deprived. Her desk phone buzzed.

"Daniel's gonna be a few minutes," Rebecca crackled over the speaker. "He's in the middle of a test."

"Right."

Back to the morning's first task. Jenna shoved all the stacks of paper to the side and brought a thick manila folder to the center of her desk. She opened it to retrieve a 4" x 6" pink envelope. Exploring it with her long and delicate fingers, she shook her head in disappointment.

"This time you've got to do something, Jenna. This time he's gone too far."

She put the envelope down, reclined into her new leather chair, glad that she had splurged and bought the most expensive one at the office supply store. Of course her husband had made her feel guilty for spending $900.

"Fuck him," she said. "He doesn't have to sit down all day long like I do."

Not more than a second later Jenna's cell phone lit up with David's name, printed across the screen in tiny black font.

"What is it David? I don't have time to argue right now."

His voice sounded distant. "I know," he said. " I just figured I should apologize for what I said last night."

"Yeah, that would be a good idea," she bit back.

"Hey, I'm trying to apologize here. What's with the attitude?"

Jenna closed her eyes. "What do you expect?" she snarled. "I'm still upset. And a simple 'I'm sorry' isn't going to take care of it right now."

"You see, that's the problem," he retorted. 

"What's the problem?"

"I still don't understand why this whole thing has got you so pissy."

"Yes, that's exactly the problem," she said, now close to yelling. She felt like throwing the phone against the wall. "I don't think you ever will understand."

Her desk phone buzzed again.

"What is it!"

"Is now a bad time?" Rebecca asked. Jenna immediately regained her composure.

"No, I'm sorry," she said as she hung up on her husband.

"Daniel's here, if you still want to see him."

She swiveled over as the door opened. In walked a young man wearing jeans and a light blue hockey jersey with the sleeves cut off, exposing a small biohazard sign tattooed on his left bicep. He carried his full height, all six feet of it, into the room on worn out cross trainers. He had the air of someone so self-assured that they have no reason to bring attention to themselves. Was she anything like that when she was nineteen? When she was twenty six? Maybe that's what she was missing in her life.

"Good morning, Daniel," she said as she got herself up and helped herself to a cup of coffee. "Do you want some?" she added as she tore open a sugar packet and dumped the contents into the shimmering black liquid. He was silent, just looked at her coolly with his green eyes.

"Right," she said, sitting down at her desk and dipping into an energy reserve. "We talked briefly yesterday, so you know why you're in here."

He shifted in his seat, slouching a little. "Where's my dad?" he asked in that deep, resonating voice of his.

She took a sip of coffee, fidgeted uncomfortably in her seat, an action that produced several unflattering noises in the new, unbroken leather. "Um . . . I was late this morning. I missed your father, I'm afraid."

Daniel's mouth crept into a smile. "I'll bet that pissed him off," he said.

"Yeah, well, rest assured I'll be apologizing when I see him tomorrow morning."

"Oh, I don't give a fuck anyway."

Jenna gave him an imploring look. "Daniel, I wish you wouldn't talk like that. It's inappropriate, really." She picked up the envelope. "Daniel, I want you to be honest with me."

"Are you gonna stop using my name like that?"

"Like what?"

"Like I'm some little child."

"Fair enough," Jenna replied. She flipped open the envelope and drew out a plain white greeting card with something in Spanish written on the outside, overlaying a large red heart. "This Valentine's Day card; I want you to confess to giving it to Stacey Santiago."

Daniel eyed the card for several seconds, not moving his body an inch. "But I've never seen that card before," he said.

"Yes you have. It's your card. We have someone saying that they saw you putting it on Stacey's desk." This last part was a bluff.

"Well, I did put a card there, but it wasn't that one."

"Why don't you take a closer look?" Jenna stretched over the desk and handed him the card. For a brief moment his eyes caught the substantial cleavage exposed through the V cut top of her crimson pantsuit. Suddenly she wished that she had another button there.

He opened it, doing his best to feign novelty, but couldn't suppress a chuckle as soon as he looked inside.

"You really think that's funny?" Jenna asked.

"Yeah, actually I do."

"Well, I don't, and neither does Stacey. It's extremely offensive. Everybody knows about the incident with her uncle and the . . ." Daniel's eyes perked up. Jenna rolled her own. "And the . . . um . . . horse," she continued. Everybody was willing to forget about it, so didn't you just have to draw a picture of a man having relations with a mule and paste it in this card and give it to her in class."

"Well," he replied, "isn't it true that people who fail to study history end up repeating the same mistakes?"

"Daniel, I don't think you understand the severity of this situation. You're not only looking at suspension here. You also have a potential sexual harassment suit on your hands."

"Now wait a minute," Daniel said as he threw the card down on the desk, where it slid back over to Jenna, open to the image inside. She looked down at it and cringed. "I told you, I have nothing to do with this. I didn't even want to do that stupid assignment to begin with." He sat up straight now and put his hands in the air. "Write a Valentine's Day card in Spanish, and then give it so somebody in class, all secret like? What, am I in the fourth grade or something?"

"Don't derail the discussion from the subject at hand. Whether or not the assignment was stupid isn't the issue. The issue is this highly offensive piece of filth that you brought in and put on Stacey's desk when she wasn't looking."

As if just remembering where he was, and more importantly who he was and how he normally operated, Daniel eased up and slouched back into his seat, resuming his cool expression. Jenna could tell that he was working something over in his mind.

"I'll say it again. You have no proof that that card is mine."

"And I'll remind you one more time that we have a witness."

"I guess it's their word against mine."

"I guess so," Jenna said. She got up from her chair for more coffee. Daniel eyed the form of her curvy ass through her tight pants.

"Why do you have to do things like this, Daniel? You're a smart young man; you could really make something out of yourself."

She turned around. Daniel was standing directly in front of her, only inches away.

"What's up Mrs. Parker?"

"Um . . . what do you mean 'what's up'?"

"Something's bothering you. I can feel it."

"Of course something's bothering me," she replied. "What have we just been talking about for the last five minutes?"

"No, that's not it," he said. Jenna wondered if the faint tone of concern underlying Daniel's voice was genuine or not. She guessed not, but the sudden shift from his usual cool stoicism was jarring anyway, almost as jarring as the lack of space between them. "What happened? You have a fight with your husband or something?" He continued.

"What? No. Anyway, my marriage is none of your business," she said. She moved to maneuver around him. He shifted, blocking her way.

"Maybe. But whatever is wrong, you know I can make you feel better."

Jenna studied his face, looking for a clue as to what his intentions were. The bangs of his dark brown hair hung low, and there was a day's worth of black stubble on his well-defined chin. Suddenly Daniel didn't look as he had when he first came through the door. Once a rebellious teenager, now the sunlight streaming in from the window above her desk highlighted his more rugged features, making him look more like a grown man with grown up intentions.

"I don't need to feel better," Jenna said. "I feel just fine. I'm just tired, that's all."

Daniel reached out and laid a hand on her shoulder.

"Daniel, what are you doing?"

"I must be lucky, Mrs. Parker." His grip was firm. She wondered if he could feel her pulse accelerating.

"What do you mean by that?" she said, slowly.

"Well, I get away with a hell of a lot of shit around here."

"Yeah, well, I wouldn't necessarily say 'get away with.'"

"Come on. I'm no idiot. I should have been suspended at least four times by now. I figure a lot of it has to do with me being captain of the hockey team."

"Well, yeah, I guess so," she said. Her voice was wavering slightly.

"But sometimes I wonder if you're also to blame. You got a thing for me, Mrs. Parker?"

"Daniel! Do you have any idea how inappropriate that would be?"

He shrugged his shoulders. "That's besides the point, isn't it?"

"Daniel, let me make myself perfectly clear. I'll admit that you're a good looking boy. But you also need to realize that I'm a married woman."

He shook his head with mock disappointment. "Shame on you for lying and setting a bad example."

"Bad example? I'm not lying."

"Yes you are," he said. "You're lying to yourself. Come on, admit it. You've got a thing for me, don't you?"

The word was on the tip of her tongue, but for some reason she hesitated just a moment before getting it out. "No," she said.

He removed his hand, and for a split second she was relieved, until he began trailing his fingers across her cheek.

"Daniel, please stop this."

"You don't have to worry about a thing Mrs. Parker. I've never hurt a woman before and I don't intend on starting now. I'm completely harmless."

He cupped her chin, brushing her lips with his thumb, and then moved his fingers down her neck. She was surprised at how gentle they felt, those thick fingers that bore years and years of rough athletic activity. She felt a jolt of something in the pit of her stomach.

Further down his hand moved. He squeezed one of her breasts, then the other. Her nipples stiffened up immediately. He ran the back of his hand across her stomach. He went lower, stopping just above her pubic bone.

"Do you still want me to stop?"

She failed to answer, just looked him straight in the eyes as he ran his hand up her inner thigh and pressed his palm into her crotch. She gasped and shuddered. He could feel her wetness through the thin tweed fabric.

"Now tell me," he said, switching back to his standard air of coolness. "What did your husband do that got you so upset?"

"I . . . I don't want to talk about it."

He found her clit with his middle finger and gave it a gentle rub.

"Oh my God," she moaned, her head tilting back and her jaw slacking open.

"That feel good?"

She nodded.

"Tell me what happened and I'll do it again."

"Okay," Jenna said in a breathy whisper, grabbing onto his shoulder to steady herself through the pleasure. "I got him a gift."

"What kind of gift?"

"A toy, a sexy toy."

"For him?"

She shook her head. He gave her clit another brief rub. "Oh fuck." She felt that one shoot up her spine; it made her face tingle. "No, the toy was for him to use on me."

"Ah, I see. And he didn't want to use it?"

"No. He didn't want anything to do with it, told me that I had to return it."

"That's a shame."

Jenna forgot about Daniel's hand on her pussy for a moment and started unloading. "He's always doing shit like that," she said. "He never thinks about me; we only do what he wants to do. He told me I had to return the thing, and I was going to do it, too."

"You have it here with you?" he asked.

"Why?"

"I'd like to see it."

She hesitated, not sure if she wanted to cross any more boundaries than she had already.

"It's . . . it's in my purse over there."

Daniel let his hand fall from between her legs and scanned the room, seeing the oversized purse sitting on a chair near the door. He strolled over with intent and reached inside, pulling out a wooden paddle with little red hearts painted all over and the words "My Naughty Valentine" printed on one side in black. As soon as she saw that thing in his hands she felt like a fool.

"I never would have figured that you'd be into rough trade," he said as he looked back at Jenna and grinned. "You like the occasional spanking now and again, do you?" 

"I've actually . . . um . . . never tried it before. I thought it might be, you know, fun?"

Daniel searched her body with his eyes. "Do you have any idea how hot you are, Mrs. Parker? I'm not just saying that. I've always thought so."

"Okay, this has gone far enough," she said. "You need to leave now."

"I think it'd be a shame if you didn't at least get your money's worth out of this thing," he said as he held the paddle in one hand and repeatedly smacked his palm.

"You can't be serious?"

He was, a fact which he demonstrated by sitting back down in his chair.

"Come on Mrs. Parker. Just a few smacks on the ass -- completely harmless. See if you really like it or not. I'll be gentle, don't worry."

"I'm not gonna let you spank me, that would be outrageous!" This was true, although suddenly she felt the urge to bend over Daniel's legs. She had no idea where it came from, never would.

"What if I confessed to the whole Valentine's Day card thing?" he said.

"Not much I can do about that now, can I?" she replied. "After what just happened here it'll be a miracle if I can keep my job."

"I won't rat you out," he said simply. "Besides, it's not me that you should be thinking about. Think about your husband. Do you really want him to win out here?"

"You son of a bitch. You're really bad, do you know that? Taking advantage of my marital problems like that." In truth Jenna was most angry at herself. She felt that somehow her problems at home and the current predicament stemmed from the same issue. 

They stared at each other for minute, neither making a sound. 

"You've done this kind of thing before?" she asked.

"No, but I've seen it done in videos and stuff. Doesn't look too difficult, spanking someone on the ass." 

Eying him with suspicion, Jenna slowly removed her jacket, let it drop to the floor. She sauntered over to him, stopping just inches from the chair.

"Okay then, how do you want me?"

Daniel reached out and hooked her with his arm, forcefully bending her over his knees.

"Whoa, take it easy. You said you'd be gentle."

"Well I can't be too gentle, now can I? You've been such a bad girl Mrs. Parker, luring me into your office and seducing me like you did."

The line was cheesy enough to have come straight out of a porno, but Jenna decided to play along. She was also slightly indignant.

"What are you talking about? You seduced me."

Daniel put a hand over her mouth. "Quiet. I'm gonna give you the punishment you deserve." With his free hand he undid her pants and slid them down, revealing a pair of red silk panties. "Did you wear these for your husband last night?" he asked with a sinister laugh.

He slid the panties down too, revealing Jenna's smooth and supple flesh. Without a second's hesitation he picked up the paddle and brought it down on her left ass cheek.

"Uhmmmmffff," she cried into his hand.

"Too hard?" he asked, as nonchalantly as if he were discussing stock options with a good friend over drinks. Putting the paddle down, he gently rubbed the area, her skin already the same color as her suit from the blood that quickly infiltrated her tissues. He moved his fingers between her legs. Bringing them up, they were sticky with come. "Nope, I guess not."

He gave her another smack with the paddle, this one with more force. Searing pain ripped through her flesh, causing her to squeal harder.

"Again?" he asked her. By now she was breathing heavily into his hand. He had the paddle poised and ready for another strike. 

At that moment something clicked in her head, and she realized what she had been missing out on her whole life. That moment that everything came into sharp focus and she felt a pleasure like she had never felt before. It started in her gut and rippled to the furthest reaches of her body, a velvety tidal wave that made her outer most extremities tingle and almost completely overshadowed the pain.

And then it was gone. She desperately needed that sublime feeling again. She nodded and he came down, taking her there again. 

Forcing Daniel's hand from her mouth, she gasped. "Other side."

"What's that?"

"I said switch to the other side."




Lesson Learned



"If you insist," he said, giving her right ass cheek a sharp crack.

"Fuck," she grunted through her teeth as she rode the wave a third time. "Again."

Daniel obliged.

"Now the left again."

Daniel covered her mouth and smacked her even harder, eliciting a scream so loud he worried that somebody outside might have heard it. Jenna didn't care. She just wanted to come. He smacked her again, this time on the other cheek. Back and forth he went; each time Jenna screamed into his hand, then fell into that sublime state. Each she came closer and closer to orgasm.

She wasn't sure if it was just the pain that triggered it, or if there was something more. The obvious novelty of the role reversal hadn't escaped her. But maybe it was just submitting herself to a man in a way that she had never done before, in a way that her husband, especially, would never approve of. 

Her backside was raw now. She could imagine deep welts there. But inside, her pussy was constricting as she stood poised on the brink of orgasmic bliss. Daniel's hard-on, poking her in the solar plexus, seemed as rigid as the paddle. 

"This one's for being such a cock tease," he said as he lifted the paddle high and brought it down as hard as he dared. Jenna nearly blacked out, then bucked violently as she came. The orgasm hit her with such force that she imagined herself exploding like a grenade, sending bits of her flying across the room.

He raised the paddle again.

"Wait," she said as the tremors subsided. "No more, not right now anyway."

"Okay," he replied. She picked up on a slight tone of disappointment in his voice, but she knew that she was about to fix that.

Daniel lifted her to her feet and steadied her. She felt a little woozy, but strong nonetheless. She looked straight into his eyes. "I want you inside of me," she said plainly. "I want you to fuck me, right here."

He didn't say a word, simply moved in and pulled her blouse up over her head.

"Bet you've been waiting a long time for this moment, huh?" she queried as she completely removed her pants. But of course Daniel didn't answer. He kept his cool expression. It was simply a part of growing into manhood, she knew, that young men had so much trouble bearing their feelings. They couldn't risk looking vulnerable or, worst of all, needy.

Yet his answer was right there in front of her, in the way he scrambled to set his erection free when she climbed onto her desk and spread her legs wide for him, giving him full access to her frothy cunt. The invitation now open, Daniel had to fight to keep his cool. He was at that age when pussy was still more valuable than anything else on the planet. The look in his eyes, like a starving man eyeing a tenderloin steak, brought the reality of their age difference back into sharp focus. Jenna realized that it was predominately a man who paddled her, and that it was a teenager whom she was about to fuck.

Daniel ran into her like he would a hockey player on the ice. "Wait," she stopped him. "Take it slower now; I want to enjoy every second of this." He nodded, and gripped the shaft of his cock, aiming it toward her sex. He played around with her first, swiping the engorged tip up and down her outer labia, bringing it up to her thick bush. She looked down at the trail of pre-cum he left there, a white pearl splattered onto her pubic hair. She bit her lower lip.

"Alright," she gasped. "I guess you're quite good at this."

He nodded and leaned into her. She almost yelped as she felt his thick cock slide into her sopping pussy. He stopped halfway and scooted her body toward his, her ass burning as it slid across the desk. With his chin on her shoulder he started moving in and out. Jenna would never forget his scent; it was refreshing like the snow outside.

"God you feel so good inside me," Jenna moaned. "Keep fucking me just like that."

Daniel listened, kept his pace steady, gave the orgasm time to build up to something potentially earth shattering. Jenna let her tongue out of her mouth, let it roam about and find Daniel's earlobe. She gave it a lick and felt his cock twitch inside of her. She bit down with her teeth and felt his body lurch in pleasure. 

She chuckled. "You like that, don't you?"

With one hand she steadied herself on the desk, and with the other grabbed her breast. She took a nipple between her thumb and forefinger and twisted hard as her mind raced. Daniel really thought she was hot? A 'cock tease'? Did that mean that he had pleasured himself to her? Alone in his room at night, maybe at his computer watching porn, had his eyes closed and his thoughts drifted from the starlet to herself? What was she doing when Daniel came? Was she spreading her legs for him as she did now? Maybe he was fucking her from behind, or she was blowing him. She wondered if, in his fantasies, she let him pop in her mouth, or told him to shoot over her tits. Maybe they did other things, things that she had never imagined.

As she let herself sink down into these thoughts her orgasm came closer and closer. To be an unwilling actor in a young man's jerk-off fantasy was kind of like being spanked with the paddle, Jenna thought. It was a boundary crossed, an invasion that brought pleasure.

Daniel shifted into a higher gear. Pumping faster in and out of Jenna's cunt, his breath came in shorter spurts, almost synchronized with the loud slaps that resulted from his pubic area smacking her hole. 

"That's it Daniel. Go faster." 

He sped up even more. His face was red now, and his forehead beaded with sweat. One bead traveled down his nose, hung precariously at the tip and then splashed onto her stomach, just above her navel. It was like a piece of himself had just absorbed into her. The thought drove her wild. 

She gave her nipple another twist and braced herself as her pussy muscles tensed up.

"That's it. I'm almost there."

His body was like one giant muscle by now, contracting and expanding.

Fuck," she squealed faintly. "I'm gonna come. Cover my mouth, cover my mouth!"

His hand was barely enough to conceal the succession of drawn out screams as her legs wrapped tightly around him and her body convulsed once more. She pulled him in and kissed him deeply. Slowly, Daniel withdrew his cock, still hard.

"What, you didn't come yet?" she asked.

He shook his head. "I can't come like this."

She reached down between her legs and slowly stroked his dick. "Tell me, how can I make you come?"

"I need you to suck me off."

Jenna flashed a bright smile. "No problem," she said. Heaving herself off the desk, the sight of her juices glistening on Daniel's granite hard cock made her body quiver. She lead him to her leather chair, where she sat him down and started her magic. She started up at his ear, nibbling it playfully, and slowly dragged her tongue down his chest, stopping for a few seconds to suck his nipples. She was still panting slightly from her last orgasm. Further down she went and took his full length into her mouth. She couldn't help but notice the smell of her cunt in his pubic hair.

Wasting no time, she methodically slid her mouth up and down his shaft, stopping every now and then to jack him off while using the tip of her tongue to play with the opening of his urethra. This sent him squirming.

"Faster," he moaned.

She clamped down on his dick and sucked as quickly as she could, massaging his balls lightly with her hand.

"Come for me Daniel."

Daniel moaned and tilted his head back; he grabbed the sides of the chair as his cock spasmed and gushed. Jenna kept sucking and playing with his nuts as he coated the inside of her mouth with a thick load of jizz. When she thought his balls were completely drained, she quietly walked to the corner of the room and spat the cum out in a waste paper basket.

When she turned around he was already putting his clothes back on.

"So that's it?" she said, wiping some of his semen from her bottom lip. "You're just gonna leave?"

He looked at her questioningly. "What else am I supposed to do? I've got to get to class."

She wondered if that was a lie. She wondered if he was going to ditch the class and meet up with his buddies in the parking lot, tell them all about what had just happened.

"Daniel --"

"I won't tell anybody," he said. "You think I want something like this getting out? Christ, I do want to graduate at some point."

She thought about the locker room, though. A bunch of half naked guys parading around and fighting for the position of alpha male. Surely, in an environment like that, something this tremendous had to leak?

"Well, are you going to tell anybody about the paddle?"

"Tell you what. You hang on to this thing, and I won't tell anybody as long as you let me stop by now and then."

She gave him a knowing nod and approached him, arms out.

"No, no hugging he said," deflecting her with his arm.

"Oh. Do you at least want to stay for some coffee?"

"I told you I've got to get going."

Daniel left quickly, without saying another word. Jenna stood by her desk, absorbing the situation that had just transpired. He had done it again, that sly bastard. He had gotten his way and managed to weasel out of the card situation. She wanted to be angry at him. But then maybe there was a lesson to be learned here.

She told Rebecca that she wasn't feeling well, that she was taking the rest of the day off. She searched her secretary's plump face for any hint of lewd suspicions, anything that might get said in the staff lounge at break time and turn into a vicious rumor. But there was nothing, and Jenna felt blessed at having a secretary who talked to her boyfriend on the phone all day long. 

Despite the bitter cold, it was really a beautiful day. The ground was packed with several inches of fresh snow, gleaming white before the town's traffic had a chance to dirty it up. The sky was a brilliant light blue with no clouds visible for miles. 

In her manual Jeep Wrangler Jenna pushed out of the parking lot and made her way up the street to the center of the town, her ass stinging the entire way, especially bad when she hit a bump. She welcomed the pain. Even now the thought of Daniel coming down on her with that paddle sent warm shivers from the top of her spine to her pussy.

She stopped at the pharmacy for some balm, then headed out of town to the place where all of this started -- the adult bookstore.

"This is the problem with living in the country," Jenna muttered to herself as she searched around for a radio station, landing on a Led Zeppelin tune and cranking it up. 

"You've got to drive so damn far for sex."

'So damn far', in this case, was twenty seven miles, a trip which took her through no less than six small towns. When she finally made it to the bookstore, pulling into the parking lot of the low, inconspicuous building, it was close to eleven o'clock. The store was literally in the middle of nowhere, surrounded by miles and miles of farm land and patches of forest.

"Morning. Oh, back so soon?" the man said as the tiny bells rang and Jenna shut the door behind her.

"Hi."

"You're not unhappy with your last purchase, are you? We do have a return policy."

Jenna made her way down the short entry hall and into the store. She felt only slightly oppressed by the stuffy, warm air and the less than optimal lighting, a definite improvement over her first visit.

Her new friend behind the counter was an older man, she guessed in his mid fifties. He had a mustache, salt and pepper hair, and a pair of round bifocals that made him look very much out of place in a sex shop.

"Oh no, I'm happy. I just thought I'd stop back and look around." He smiled and nodded, and went back to reading his paper.

She was in the mood for exploration. She started near the front of the store, in the magazine section. Walking up and down the aisle, she noted that contrary to the large sign posted outside, there wasn't a single actual book to be found here. It was all just rack after rack of magazines, most wrapped in plastic and with pieces of cardboard hiding sexually explicit front covers.

She shuffled a bit through the videos and DVDs, but tired of these rather quickly. Too many covers with young girls taking cocks up their asses, methed-out eyes and gaping mouths, chins frosted with semen.

She approached one of the viewing booths, but thought better of it as a short man wearing sunglasses lurched out sporting a satisfied grin that made her skin crawl; she quickly turned away and made it into the toy and novelty section.

Adult novelties. Now there was a concept that she still couldn't wrap her brain around! The theme this month, of course, was Valentine's Day. How bizarre, that somebody would want to take home a pink anatomically correct teddy bear, or a box of dick and pussy shaped chocolates. 

Okay, maybe the chocolates, Jenna thought. She might be able to finish them before she got home; nobody would be the wiser.

She found what she was looking for, left with the items under her arm, packed neatly into a non-descript brown paper bag. At home she hid them in the bedroom and drew herself a warm bath.

David was home a little after six o'clock.

He came bounding into the kitchen as he always did after a fight, with a sincerely apologetic face and a look of expectancy. "What good is fighting?" he used to say, "if we don't fuck afterward?" Jenna didn't quite understand his logic, but she knew where he was coming from. He carried a bunch of roses and a box of chocolates with him, a peace offering.

Sitting at the table now, watching him shovel dinner into his mouth, she thought about the advice her parents had given her in college when she announced their engagement. "Don't jump the gun, sweetheart. David's a fine man, but you might not always fit well together." Twelve years had passed and she only now understood the full wisdom behind those words. Physically he had changed little, a few grey hairs creeping up on him, but his boyish eyes still exuding youthful passion, his body still well toned. If anything he had managed to take better care of himself over the years. He was a good man, honest. But in bed he was taking her for granted. Roll over, give her a few meager kisses, slide his cock in, blow his load; that was his idea of a hot evening. But at this point in her life, it just wasn't enough.

After dinner she was at the sink washing dishes. David crept up behind and put his arm around her waist, kissed her neck.

"I think those dishes can wait," he said.

She turned around. "Your in an awful hurry to get to bed, aren't you?"

David grinned.

"Well then," she continued. "How about you finish the dishes, and when you're done I'll be waiting for you?"

She gave him a peck on the lips and took off. David sprang to action, the opportunity for makeup sex imminent.

When he had finished she was in bed, naked and reading a book. The dull light from the night stand cast her body in soft tones.

David wasted no time in undressing. He sprang into the bed, practically falling on top of her.

"Wait a minute," she resisted. "What do you think you're up to?"

The grin on his face quickly dissolved. "Weren't we gonna have sex?"

"Yeah, but this isn't sex."

"What do you mean?" David's hard-on was twitching impatiently, and when Jenna looked down at it she swore it looked as disappointed as her husband.

"I mean I'm tired of you pulling shit like this. You just stick it in there and have your way until you come and then that's it. I want more than that; I want more spice."

"You mean you want me to smack you on the ass with a paddle?" he said derisively.

"For starters, yeah."

"What do you mean 'for starters'? What else do you want me to do?"

Jenna told him.

"But I told you already that I don't want to do that kind of stuff," he replied.

"Oh, I'm sorry," Jenna shot back. "I didn't realize that it was as simple as that. You don't want to do that kind of stuff, so we won't."

"Don't say it like that."

"How else am I supposed to say it?"

David perched himself on the side of the bed. Jenna went back to reading her book.

"So what now?"

She looked up. "Huh? Oh, it's simple. You don't want to do anything that I want to do, so I don't want to have sex with you."

"What? No sex? That's outrageous!"

She looked him in the eyes, wondering how well she was pulling off that cool expression that she had learned earlier that morning. Apparently she was doing alright, as David was looking perplexed and worried. "I don't think it's outrageous," she said.

He went for the book. "Would you put that thing down so we can talk?"

"Hey, hands off. I think we've talked enough already. Go on now; go watch TV or something. I'm feeling horny."

She put the book down and spread her legs. From underneath her pillow she produced a small, chrome vibrator.

"Oh Christ," he moaned, and got up off the bed.

She placed the device on her slit; the cool metal proved a little bit of a shock at first, but it was pleasant enough. Slowly she dragged the thing up and down as David began pacing back and forth at the foot of the bed. He kept shooting glances at her as she continued to explore herself with the new toy. A brief glance told her that he was rock hard.

"Oh, I've had enough of this," he said, storming out of the room.

Jenna put her head back and smiled. She twisted the base of the vibrator, got a click and a low hum, and slowly inserted the thing into her cunt. The sensation was wonderful, tiny vibrations pulsing through her folds. She closed her eyes and thought about the leather whip that she also bought that morning. She thought about David.

"He'll come around," she said to herself as she clicked the vibrator up another notch and prepared for an orgasm. "He'll come around."



Lesson Learned



A cool autumn wind blew through the parking lot, rustling the pile of multicolored leaves that had gathered by the curb. The lot was nearly empty except for a few cars pulled together, music playing through the open doors. A small group of studs and femmes mingled around the vehicles discussing the argument happening in front of them. It wasn't often such a spectacle was viewed in a public setting. Sloan had to admit the scene seemed cut out of a low budget movie. She looked around at the disgusted looks in the mixed crowd. Some were snickering at Sloan's attempt to save face as her girlfriend delivered her angry monologue. 

Rhea was a few feet from Sloan expressing her displeasure of the entire situation. She had brought her whole crew of chicks on her mission of intrigue and all of them directed smug looks towards Sloan. Rhea stood with her arms crossed her breasts and a wide stance that Sloan found very erotic. Instead of relaying this thought that would likely piss her off more, Sloan mutely nodded to the accusations Rhea hurled at her. Sloan knew she fucked up. With her hands deep in her pockets, she tried looking pitiful to gain some empathy. It didn't work. Rhea shook her head at the forlorn expression and stared beyond Sloan toward the cars sitting at the traffic light. The bright florescent streetlights illuminated Rhea's smooth skin and a gust of wind ruffled her braids. Rhea looked so much more beautiful to Sloan than she was already.

"As long as you know you fucked up." Rhea's eyes were hard. "I'm through fussing. I'll talk to you on Monday."

Sloan panicked. Today was Wednesday. "Monday?"

Rhea gave her a bored look. "Yes, Monday."

"Okay."

"Okay."

Sloan walked away watching Rhea from the corner of her eye. Rhea's legs attacked the pavement; her steps were determined to lengthen the distance between them. She continued to stand there as Rhea slid in the car with her entourage and drove off without a backwards glance. Today was Wednesday. Sloan turned to her own band of misfits and tried to keep the worry out of her eyes. Yes, she was just punked in public by her woman but it could be worse. Kayla exhaled acrid smoke from her cigar and shook her head at Sloan.

"Damn Sloan. Maybe you should have answered the phone."

"Shut the fuck up, Kayla."

#

Thursday morning arrived roughly, mixed with a headache. Four days of not seeing or talking to Rhea was unbelievable. For the past few months, they had constant contact either on the phone or in person. It had been a restless night of one phrase that echoed in Sloan's head. Should she call her? Sloan stumbled into the bathroom to scrub last night's remnants of weed and beer from her mouth. The thought occurred to Sloan that Rhea could be testing her. After fucking up this bad, she didn't want to add to her sentence. But then again, she didn't want to irritate Rhea any further. Sloan called her in a moment of weakness. Rhea finally answered after the tenth voicemail pleading for her to pick up the phone.

"I'm really angry with you right now. I just don't think I can see you for a few days." Rhea had said.

"Monday is more than a few days. That's four days." Sloan answered with a feeble attempt at charm.

"Well, that's how angry I feel, Sloan. Don't you think I have that right? All you had to do was answer the fucking phone." She wasn't impressed.

"I know, Baby." was all Sloan said. 

"I know, Baby." Rhea mocked. "That's all you have said to me. How about telling me why you didn't answer the phone."

Sloan was quiet. She didn't think it was a good idea telling Rhea that she just didn't feel like answering the phone. 

"Once again, no answer. So what did you call me for, Sloan? What's the use of going over the same bullshit we said earlier?" Sloan's lack of an explanation further demoted her on Rhea's list of favorites. "I can just imagine you sitting there among all your little stud friends while I'm blowing up your phone. Did you laugh about it with them?"

"Of course not, Rhea." Sloan exclaimed.

"Oh, that question you can answer." She fumed.

Sloan shook her head. There was no talking her way out of this one. She listened to Rhea's monologue of how she had worried about her safety when Sloan didn't answer only to find out from her friend Cristal that Sloan was hanging with her stud, Kayla. What angered Rhea so much is that she had called all around the fucking world to find out if anyone had heard from Sloan. Now the whole fucking world knew that Sloan was deliberating disrespecting her. Sloan didn't want to mention that Rhea had brought the whole fucking world with her to the club.

"You know what, I told you I was done fussing about it. I'm trying to get a good night's sleep now that I know that the person who is supposedly in love with me is safe." Rhea didn't mind adding that last log to the fire. "I'm going to bed, Sloan. Wait for me to call you. I need some space."

Sloan stared at the phone. She found solace in a few blunts and finally passed out on the couch in front of the television. The fact that Rhea was angry shouldn't have surprised her. Sloan had yet to come up with a viable story as why she didn't answer the phone. Damn Kayla and Cristal. Rhea's sidekick was always offering advice on relationships when her own was less than perfect. Kayla stepped out on Cristal on a regular basis. The best way to greet the morning was with a fresh cup of coffee. Sloan would have a cup and figure out a way to get back into Rhea's good graces. By the time she was into her fourth cup, the caffeine kicked in and her mind shuffled through the obvious solutions. Flowers always brightened up a bad mood. Sloan was on her way to the computer to place an order when her cell phone rang. She ran to her bedroom and made a grab for it. It skidded across the nightstand to the floor and underneath the bed. Sloan cursed as she reached for the now offensive object.

"This Sloan."

"Sloan? Are you coming?" Her mother's shrill voice came in loud and clear.

"Huh? Coming to what, Ma?" Sloan tried to hide her irritation. She was hoping it was Rhea.

"To your brother's for Thanksgiving."

Sloan stood up abruptly. "Thanksgiving?"

"Did I wake you up?"

"No, Ma. I wasn't asleep. I'm coming." Sloan felt stupid. It was Thanksgiving. She wasn't going to see Rhea today anyway. Their relationship didn't involve visiting thes during the holidays just yet. Motivated with caffeine and renewed hope, Sloan jumped in the shower and prepared for a day of football, food, and family. She would be just fine. Rhea would call tomorrow. In the mean time, she would take solace in familial love.

Sloan arrived late and everyone was already sitting down to a huge country meal. She passed through the crowd of uncles, aunts, and cousins as she made her way to the kitchen for a plate. Since there wasn't enough room at the large dining room table, relatives perched wherever they could. Sloan hugged her mother who chided her for her tardiness and commented on weight that she was sure Sloan had lost. Ma rewarded her with a plate heaping with honey ham, turkey, cornbread dressing, collard greens, sweet potatoes with marshmallow topping, and green beans. Sloan scored a spot on the stairs and dug into the comfort food. Hunger satisfied, she mingled in with the family checking her phone about every thirty minutes for Rhea's call.

"I'm surprised you haven't worn the silver off that fancy phone." Sloan's brother, Eric, teased.

"Man, Eric. Why are you in my business?" She tried to play it off.

"Stop frontin'. You still stepping out with that chocolate cutie?" He smiled.

Bristling, Sloan said, "Yeah, so what?"

"So what? Did you fuck up?"

"What makes you think I fucked up? Maybe she fucked up." She was defensive.

"I bet she isn't checking her phone every half hour." Eric shot back.

How long had he been watching? Sloan moved to walk away. "Eric, leave me alone."

"Wait, wait. Let me give you some advice, Baby Sis." He stopped Sloan. "She wants to teach you a lesson."

"What are you talking about? She's just mad at me." Sloan looked at Eric and the second head he grew.

"Hear me out. Have you tapped it yet?" Eric asked.

"Are we really having this conversation?" She shook her head.

Her brother refused to be blown off. "Have you?"

"Yeah, so what?"

"Was it good?"

Sloan couldn't stop the grin. "Shit. Yeah, yeah it was. She had me so hot that afternoon, we lasted until morning."

"Well, there you go right there."

"What genius? Spit it out."

"Your Godiva bunny knows she can control you with sex. And she wants to make sure you know it." He hit me in the shoulder.

A light bulb clicked on, but she was still doubtful. "How do you know?"

"I fuck up too." Shrugging, he continued, "But when you do the make up nasty, you make sure she knows whose running that shit. She can control you with pussy. Give her that power. In the long run, you'll find that it is a small price to pay."

#

Later Sloan awoke from a turkey-induced coma, curled up on the couch with a massive pit bull sitting on her head. The slap of dominos against a wooden table beckoned and she pushed the furry animal off to join the table of shit talkers. The evening air crept up and family began to disperse. Sloan stood in the farewell line with her parents and brother, constantly aware of her silent phone. The parental unit exited soon after and Eric broke out a nice, fat sack of Mary Jane. He lit one end of a sweet smelling blunt, letting the smoke filter through his nose and mouth. It was almost ethereal to see the first exhalation of a fresh blunt.

Passing it to his sister, he asked, "She call yet?"

"No." Sloan answered stiffly. She didn't want to think about it.

"What did you do?"

Sloan hesitated. The whole situation still seemed a little silly to her. "Well, we got into it over something minor. I went out and didn't answer my phone when she called. She was worried."

"Thought something had happened?"

"Yeah. She called a few of my friends. She told me I was selfish and inconsiderate."

Eric nodded. "She must really love you."

"Is that what that is? She loves me so much she doesn't want to talk to me until Monday."Sloan was doubtful.

"That's part of teaching you a lesson."

"How do you know so much? What makes you an expert?"

"I didn't say I was an expert. I've just been in your situation before. I have been dating women longer than you." He slapped a domino, scoring fifteen points. "You know you can't handle this!"

"Whatever." Sloan blamed her lack of concentration on Rhea. "What's all this teaching me a lesson shit? I'm not a child."

"What made you not answer the phone?" Eric asked.

"Shit, I'm practically at her beck and call. When she wants to go to the club, shopping, or hanging at her house, she runs the schedule. I wanted a few minutes to be me." She fumed.

"Did you tell her that?"

"No. She wouldn't have listened anyway."

"But you don't know that. Seems like your actions are a little childish, Baby Sis." Eric scored again off the bone Sloan had played.

Sloan accepted the invitation to stay the night. She refused to go home and pine for Rhea. Her dreams were scattered and fitful, causing hours of staring at the ceiling and thinking of Rhea. Friday morning arrived too quickly and Sloan took leave of her brother. She stopped home long enough to shower and was back in the streets within forty-five minutes. It occurred to Sloan that while she gained needed space, the cost was a little high. She hadn't expected Rhea's reaction. With no plans for the day, Sloan drove aimlessly until she passed a self-serve car wash. Sloan found overdue solace as she buffed a brilliant shine out of the chrome. She brushed and vacuumed every crevice of the interior until there wasn't a speck of dust or dirt. This was something Sloan could control. Kayla was waiting on Sloan's doorstep when she pulled up. She followed Sloan across the threshold, the daily gossip dripping from her lips. Sloan didn't care who else had a fucked up relationship.

Kayla finally got around to the most popular topic of the holiday. "Rhea call you yet?"

Sloan couldn't escape it. "Man, can we talk about something else?"

"Cristal did some shit like that to me when we first got together. Drove me nuts." Kayla rambled.

Sloan shook her head. The worse part about being a couple was the gossip with other couples. "Really?"

"Yep. Rhea pulling that same bullshit. Cristal wouldn't talk to me for a few days or answer my calls. All I heard was how much I had disrespected her." She shrugged. "Worst few days of my life."

Sloan was slightly interested. "Cristal did all that, huh?"

"Yeah, later she said she had to teach me a lesson. Soon as I got back in good, I tore that pussy up for holding out." Kayla nodded enthusiastically. "I suggest you do the same."

Sloan didn't mention it was advice she already received. "Is that so?"

"Yep." She stood and stretched. "How about we hit the club tonight?"

"I don't think so, Kayla."

"Aww come on. Cristal is still out of town at her parents."

Sloan laughed at the pitiful look. "I might as well. I have nothing else to do."

Much later as she moved through the crowd, Sloan regretted her decision. She and Rhea met at this club. Rhea was out with Cristal and Kayla that night, flirting with all the single studs. Sloan won the ensuing cockfight and walked away with Rhea's phone number. Their first kiss happened here too. Sloan stared at the dark corner she backed Rhea into that unforgettable evening. Then on a night not too long ago, the excitement of new love overtook them, begging for release. They barely made it to the backseat of Sloan's SUV before racing to Rhea's apartment. Sloan remembered the way Rhea teased her just right. She imagined Rhea's tongue sucking her earlobe. While ordering another beer, a slow grinding song played and she groaned. This song was included on the CD mixed especially for Rhea. So far, they played it every time they had sex. 

Sloan could admit she was wrong in not answering the phone but Rhea was completely shutting her out. How was this going to fix anything? Communication was the only way they were going to solve the problem. Sloan suspected that Rhea had hatched this plan with Cristal's help. There was too much outside interference in their relationship. The more Sloan thought about it the angrier she became. Then it happened. Her phone rang.

"Hello?"

"Hey Baby." Rhea's voice purred, smooth as cream. "You miss me?"

"Fuck yeah, I miss you. I need to see your ass. We need to talk." This might not have been the best tactic but Sloan couldn't help it.

"Sloan." 

"Yeah, Baby." Sloan stiffly replied, still angry.

"Come get me. I'm on the patio."

Sloan was already on the move. Kayla had set her up. "You're here at this bar, on the patio?"

"Yes."

She stopped at the double doors and scanned the large crowd of women. "Where?"

"Find me." Rhea giggled.

"Damn it, Rhea. I'm not in the mood for games."

She sighed. "Turn to your right, Sloan. I'm sitting at the table." 

Sloan didn't hang up until she saw Rhea, vaguely aware of Cristal and Kayla sitting at the table. "I need to talk to you. Come with me."

Rhea gave Sloan her hand. Sloan pulled her back through the club and out the front door. She was half way to her SUV before asking Rhea, "Did you drive?"

"No, I rode with Cristal. Could you slow down? I'm not running to keep up with you." She replied.

Sloan mumbled apologies and slowed down. She unlocked the passenger side but backed Rhea up against the door before helping her inside. Sloan kissed her and it felt like the first time she had ever felt Rhea's lips. Sloan grabbed her ass and grinded into her. Rhea's nails dug into her arms. She had missed this intimacy with Sloan. Rhea leaned into her, finding comfort in Sloan's embrace. However, when Sloan's fingers found the hem of her skirt, Rhea broke the kiss.

"Not here, Daddy. Let's go to my house."

That was at least forty-five minutes away. "Let's go to a hotel."

"Sloan." Rhea swatted her hand from her crotch. "I am not going to a hotel without extra clothes looking like a whore the next morning." 

"Fuck." Sloan sighed. "Okay."

Rhea straightened her clothes and stepped up into the seat. She was reapplying tinted lip-gloss as Sloan slid in. There was something very erotic about that little cotton wand gliding across those full, sexy lips. Rhea was going to make her work. Sloan didn't want to work. She wanted to get to the making up part.

"I better text Cristal before she worries about us. You know, that is the responsible thing to do." Rhea's arrow struck home.

"Rhea, I apologize for worrying you the other night. I should have called you." Sloan said.

"Or you could have answered my calls." She replied. "You scared me, Sloan. All I could think was the worse because you always answer my calls."

Sloan didn't have a reply as she maneuvered through late night traffic. Her brother's words had haunted her all day. "I know it was pretty childish not to answer your calls."

"Why didn't you?" Rhea tone was hard as if that fact was still a little sensitive.

"I wanted a night out to myself. I wanted to be me just a little bit." She explained. "We're together almost 24-7 unless we're at work, or you're getting your nails done. Sometimes what I want to do gets lost in plans you make for us."

Rhea was quiet for a moment. "Don't you enjoy spending time with me?"

"Yes, I do. When we go to the movies, or to dinner, and sometimes shopping, I love all that. I just think there are occasions where we could hang out without each other." Sloan looked for cops out of the rearview mirror.

"Why didn't you just say something?" Rhea asked. "How about a little warning before you throw a temper tantrum?"

"You're right. I deserve that." Sloan shrugged. "I don't know. I didn't think you would take me telling you that too well."

"But how could you know what my reaction would be?"

"I didn't know. I assumed."

"See where that got you?" Rhea replied.

"I like being a couple and doing things together, Sloan. I see so many of our friends break up because they didn't have enough quality time. I don't want that to happen to us. And you know how people start talking about your relationship when it appears funny on the outside."

"It's none of their fucking business what we do, Rhea. This is our relationship and we are the only two people who can make it work." Sloan was vehement in her response. "Who gives a fuck what they think?"

Rhea reached for Sloan's hand in the darkness. "You're right. From now on, I will discuss all plans with you before I agree to anything. You have to promise to tell me when something else I do frustrates you."

"I promise I will." Sloan pulled into Rhea's apartment complex and checked the luminous clock on her dashboard. She made it in thirty minutes.

"You're lucky you didn't get a ticket." Rhea commented.

"I was driving the speed limit."

"The hell you say."

Rhea unlocked the door and rushed to the living room. Soft music soon floated through the air. Sloan followed the music to an empty room. "Rhea?"

"I'm grabbing you a beer, Daddy."

"You really don't have to, Baby." Alcohol was the last thing she was craving. Sloan sat on the couch and attempted to be patient.

When Rhea appeared, her brown eyes were soft as she offered Sloan a frosty bottle of beer. She watched Sloan deposit the bottle on the coffee table and pulled Rhea into her arms, kissing her softly. Rhea missed Sloan the past few days. Rhea leaned into Sloan accepting her apology. She wanted to make up for the wasted hours away from Sloan. Rhea had second thoughts about Cristal's sure-fire plan when Sloan stopped calling. Cristal assured her Sloan was only doing as instructed. Thanksgiving was lonely without hearing Sloan's voice. She sat through dinner debating whether she should make that call.




Lesson Learned



"You sure talk a lot of shit," Ronnie chided as she took a long sip of her martini. Her eyes were deep green vessels that poured forth cool, unwavering judgment.

I was taken aback by her direct confrontation, and confused. I was a reasonably experienced date, enough that I at least knew how to be a little charming when I needed to be and very persuasive when I chose to be. But Ronnie had been combative all evening, and I was beginning to find it difficult and frustrating. I hadn't made her laugh or even chuckle. But I had made her smile, just once; it had been like a reward that I had to win more of.

Ronnie was a judge (which might explain a lot, in retrospect), 44 years old, probably five-ten (six feet with the heels) and three-eighty, though I didn't ask for hard numbers. She had advertised online as a professional woman in town on business looking for a man who could take her out while she was in town, show her a good time and "Perhaps I'll allow you to give me a foot massage, if you are smart, handsome, charming, and have strong hands", the ad had said. 

The photo on her ad had stunned me. As taboo as it may sound to some, bigger, older women was my most favored sexual attraction of all. She had wondrous eyes and a cute, vivacious youth that seemed to shine forth through her, and she was slightly weathered and very rounded with age, which I of course found incredibly endearing. Her dyed-red hair was cropped short and was spiked, but its style was undoubtedly feminine, and the very red color very much became her.

Wild, unabated fantasies enthralled me as I had corresponded with her. I will admit that I was not interested in a relationship or anything of that sort. Not with Ronnie. This was pure fun, and I suspected that her ad implied that it was for her as well. Either way, I had felt compelled to make sure that I was the man she was looking for. 

"Well, don't you? Can't you handle one direct question?" Ronne clanked her glass to the table firmly, and I stammered as I groped blindly for a response. She leaned forward, pressing, but her expression remained rather cold and lacked any real resentment. "You know, I'm so tired of guys like you. Mind you, you have your uses, as far as this kind of thing goes. But you think you're such predators, and that inflates your little egos even more than they already are. You think you can just do what any women what you did with the last, but you probably can't even please a woman properly." Her voice was firm and masculine but undoubtedly woman.

"Wha—?" I began, my face scrunching up involuntarily as I felt my face flush. But she pressed on.

"And for all the self-aggrandizing and machismo," she leaned back and held her hands up and out as she pointedly glanced around, "I ask to be shown a good time, and I get taken to my own hotel lounge? Classy."

I felt humiliated and a bit crestfallen that things had suddenly taken such a bad turn. Despite a physical attraction so intense it was almost painful, we obviously had had a clash of personalities, or bad timing, or whatever. Here was my chance to sound thoughtful, at least, and perhaps do some damage control. "Well, I know women like to be wined and dined, but—"

"Fuck your conjecture." She interrupted flatly, and took another sip of martini. She seemed about to put the glass down, but she paused, swigged the remaining drink down in a gulp, and began to gather her things.

"Hey, hold on. I'm sorry if this place wasn't good enough for you. You should've said something sooner. I think you are assuming at least as much about me as I am about you, here, so I don't understand why you're so angry."

"Oh, I'm not angry. I'm a judge; do you really think you could make me angry if you tried? This conversation's over, okay? And so is this 'date'. But you sure do look good, kid, so if you feel like shutting up and giving me a foot massage, I'll be upstairs. Executive suite one."

She stood and began to stride briskly toward the lobby and elevator. As she'd been sitting when I arrived to the date, I got my first real look at Ronnie's huge body up close. Although she wore an ankle-length skirt, the full shape of her impressive hips and ass were apparent as they wobbled and jiggled a tantalizing pattern at me. Thick, strong-looking calves clicked heels into the marble floor as she strode, rather elegantly and gracefully for such a big woman. Her upper arms were big around as my legs and seemed to strain the seams of her collared button-up shirt.

God damn. So perfect and I've blown my chance. As though she read my mind, or perhaps because she felt my obvious stare boring into her, she turned suddenly and yanked my stare from her body and up to her eyes. I expected her to curse at me or flip me off, but, always defying convention, Ronnie shook her head and waved an arm at me to come on.

I barely remembered to pay the tab as I fumbled after her, embarrassed.

*

I should probably just go. I have been humiliated, and I don't see anything good that can really come of this for me, I reasoned with myself at the elevator. What will we do? I'll give her a foot massage and she'll tell me to fuck off, now? But god, that ass! That huge ass and hips, and those calves in the stockings. I could imagine pulling those stockings off her calves and squeezing and sucking them and slapping them. I dreamed of taming this shrewd bitch, quite frankly. But she'll probably just string me along, I surmised.

When the light of Ronnie's elevator car finally hit the E for Executive and began its return trip, another man came to stand with me as I waited. I caught his eye and nodded curtly to him as I wiped a clammy sweat from my brow.

"She's really pissed at you, huh? That your wife?" I almost started at the question, but I held my cool and gave a shake of the head.

"No offense, but she's a little older, isn't she? How old are you, if you don't mind?"

The elevator dinged and as I fumbled for a lie, the man and I caught sight of a huge pair of black, lacey panties lying on the floor of the elevator. I felt my face go hot.

"Uh, you go on ahead. Have a good evening," the man said, stepping away.

*

I realized wholeheartedly that I was being completely and totally fucked with. There I stood, her massive panty in my pocket, one hand rapping on her suite door, the other on my hip. I was half horrified, half intrigued, half angry, half horny, and completely baffled as I stood there. My intent, at this point, was to cut my losses and get the hell out of the situation (to avoid any further humiliation, I wouldn't admit to myself), but first I had to have the last word. Even if she answered the door completely naked, if indeed she answered at all, I'd let her hear it and then leave, and I might toss the panties at her face in the process. It was an elegant plan, an appropriate forty-four stories in the making.

She opened the door promptly. She wasn't naked. But she stood with her shirt unbuttoned at her breasts and sleeves but still tucked into her skirt, as though she'd been getting undressed. Her look was cold as ever, but she had cracked a wry, crooked smile at me.

I stepped into the room, and began to spout. "So did you make this date just to fuck with me, or what? I'm through with this." 

Ronnie closed the door behind me and lifted her shirt up over her head. Her huge arms and breasts wobbled heavily in the process, which I found intensely sexual, but I went on, determined to have the last word. "Wait a minute. You can't just insult me and then just expect that I'm gonna do anything for your pleasure, lady. I'm outta here." I started for the door, removing her panty from my pocket with the intent to return it. 

But Ronnie blocked the door. Indeed, the width of her hips stretched nearly the entire breadth of the door; I would have to remove her physically if I wanted to leave. It was at that point that I realized how much bigger than me she was. She unbuttoned her skirt. It fell to the floor, and I stopped in place, my mouth agape. Her belly hung rested comfortably on trunk-like thighs that curved downward to stocking-covered calves that were almost as wide. The stockings were cuffed around the thickest part of her calves, accentuating the thickness of her legs further. Her round, massive tits hung heavily but snugly in her bra, which was lacy and looked expensive.

Without speaking a word, Ronnie approached me and roughly pushed me toward the bed. I staggered back and stood shocked for a minute, which was just long enough for the huge woman to barrel into me again. Her hands struck my shoulder with enough force to pitch me backward onto the bed. For a second I realized the absurdity of my situation, and I buried my face in the bed in a moment of consternation, and in order to push myself up to my knees.

But I felt Ronnie's big weight on me. She crashed into my side pinning me on my back, and before I knew it, she had pushed herself ponderously onto me, facing my legs, with her huge ass in my face.

And what an ass it was. It was huge and dimpled and sagged just a little, but the effect made it appear as though she had more junk down there. She inched backward onto me, and she took care to position her big calves onto my arms, pinning them. She remained leaning forward, though, keeping her ass up off of me, but the crushing weight of her was already making it difficult for me to breathe.

"What the fuck is this? I—" before I could finish, Ronnie sat back, and what must have been a hundred and fifty pounds of ass came smashing down into my nose and open mouth. The bulbous cheeks engulfed my face, and I could feel the squishy heat of her pussy pressed right between my eyes. She stayed there for a few seconds then leaned forward again, and I witnessed her ass rolling like an ocean as she shifted forward. I thought of kicking at her, but she supported the weight of her upper body on my thighs, her arms locked. I was pinned.

"I'm so tired of this shit," she sneered, finally showing some real annoyance. "You came here to fuck, I guess, but you had no interest in my pleasure at all, did you? Fucking hotel lounge. You see, women know."

She brought her ass down onto my face again, harder this time, and kept it there for a bit longer, until I struggled to breathe. As I began to squirm for release, I felt one of her hands on my belt. Finally, she released me, and I gasped.

"Women know when you just don't give a shit. You may have found that most are willing to play your stupid little kid games with you, and you may actually be convinced that they don't know that you're a conniving asshole that doesn't give two shits about them." She stuffed her colossal ass down onto my nose as she made her points. "But we know. Mostly women put up with it because they get lonely as they keep looking for someone who's not a complete asshole and who might give two shits about how they feel or if they get pleasure from being with them at all. I think you should feel what it's like to get fucked and be left unsatisfied."

She smashed her ass down on me once more, with all her weight, this time, and she lifted her hands off of my legs and rested them on her dimply thighs. Her entire weight was focused on my face now, and I couldn't breathe at all. Twist and kick as I might, I couldn't dislodge myself. My head began to pound. When my body registered alarm at the thought of suffocating, it involuntarily jerked forward with all the strength in me, but to no avail. Ronnie only leaned forward and said, "Don't you get it yet? Lick. Lick and I'll let you breathe, so I can show you, asshole." She smashed her pussy down onto me again.

I didn't lick. In fact, I was near panicked. It took two more near-suffocating face-sits for me to compose myself enough to begin to lick the already sopping wet and boiling hot pussy in my face. Her lips and fat inner thighs fully ensconced my cheeks, and before long I was feeling chafed, sweaty, and rather beat up. Ronnie sat back and grinded into me, hurting my nose, but allowing me to breathe if I tried hard enough. I had not even noticed that she had finished undoing my belt and pants had pulled my cock out and began to stroke it.

As my licking began to take effect and I could sense that she might be close to cumming, Ronnie would pull her ass up into the air and shake it, moaning slightly but always maintaining control, her fat shaking all around. I realized that my head was pointed directly toward a mirror, and when she lifted herself off me this way, I could look up to see the massive ass reigning above me, wobbling and clinching in ecstasy.

She must have repeated the process for an hour, bringing me to the verge of suffocation beneath that magnificent ass while she brought herself just short of cumming time and again. Her exclamations grew louder each time she raised her ass off my face, and I could see her pussy gripping and spasming, teased to the verge, frothing wet and creamy.

I hadn't even noticed that she'd loosed my cock from my pants until I suddenly felt her soft, quick strokes on it. She didn't please me with her mouth, though I wanted it so badly; it wasn't before I was hard as rock.

"At least you're good at that," she remarked as I licked. "It's probably better than a cock shoved in your throat, don't you think? Is that what you wanted to do to me tonight? Men think we get something from that. We don't. So lick more, asshole, and you can see how it feels for someone to not give a fuck." At that, she scooted herself forward just an inch, and when she pressed herself down onto my face this time, her asshole was directly on my tongue. I licked and darted my tongue in and out, working to earn the privilege of a breath.

But this time, my breath didn't come. Her asshole pressed down harder and harder onto me, and I felt myself becoming a bit light-headed as the heat and lack of oxygen began to take its toll. My nose must have been inside her asshole now, so forceful was her weight on it. 

I realized that she had spit on her hand and was wetting my cock, and I gasped gratefully when she lifted herself off of my completely. I lay red and breathing heavily, getting my composure as I looked up at her. She towered above me, standing at my feet, and for a moment I stood appalled by the savage look on her face. She was flushed deep red, obviously relishing in taking her pleasure. I felt a relief that it was over.

But Ronnie grabbed my ankles, one in each hand, lifted them, and dragged me toward her. I slid on the bed, and she stepped forward over me, her column-like thighs over the backs of my knees, my feet in the air and her giant bulk between my legs.

There she held me for a second, looking down at me, her face vicious. I was still woozy from lack of oxygen, but I understood her when she said, "Now you can see what it's like to get fucked like a girl."

She grabbed my cock, which was still throbbing hard, at the base, pulled it down and between my legs till it hurt a little, and squatted down on it, finding her pussy with ease. We cried together in pleasure as her wetness squeezed down the entire length of my erection. I could feel the tip grinding into just the right spot—for her.

And so she had me, on my back, bent almost in half with my knees against my face, and she bounced her huge pelvis down onto my cock, her ass driving all the weight of her onto my shaft with each thrust. The bed yielded along with us, facilitating her fucking me, easing the ride a little. She fucked me hard, as a strong man would, and the slapping sound of her ass on mine must have been heard throughout the entire floor of the hotel. She kept a consistent rhythm that had me feeling the approach of a serious orgasm within four spanking strokes.

When I could, I looked down to see my cock slamming in and out of her—or was it the other way around. I felt completely emasculated.

"Ooo! Ooo! Ooo!" Ronnie cried with each bounce, and I could feel her pussy begin to grip me, tightly. I felt a pervasive, constant pleasure deep inside me, and I felt my orgasm coming on strong. Just a few more strokes--

But Ronnie suddenly stood, braced herself on the wall with one hand, and coaxed an intense, bursting orgasm from her clit with the other. Her pussy loosed a wet splatter at me as she came, and then the remains of her squirt showered me in a hot rain as it dripped from her inner thighs. Her giant pelvis shifted and bucked above me, sending her fat wiggling and jiggling. 

"Aaah-hah-haah!" Ronnie exclaimed. She continued to bounce her ass and thighs as she exhaled sharply, catching her breath, still cumming. Then he stood fully upright and ran her hands through her hair. "Now that's how you fuck, boy," she exhaled breathlessly.

The sight of her dripping and flushed above me was more than enough to make me want to get my satisfaction. I began to stroke myself, staring up at her, taking her all in. But she dropped down on top of me, stopping me.

"No way," she said firmly.

"What? That was amazing, I—" 

"Put your clothes on."

I sat dumbfounded for a moment as my erection subsided. I looked at her for a long while, and she returned my gaze unflinchingly. I tried to insert some kind of sentiment into that look, some innocent confusion, but as she had all evening, she rejected that sentiment as false. And she was right, of course.

When I finally did stand, she retreated to the bathroom and turned on the shower. I lingered for a moment after dressing myself, considering some kind of peace offering and just wondering what in the world to do with myself. I'd never been quite so frustrated in my life, and I wanted so badly for Ronnie to give me some kind of chance to alleviate that. But her head appeared from the bathroom door, and her look was stern as ever, her eyebrows raised.

"You can goooo nooow," she sang in a bitter tone.

I never saw her again, and I certainly never told anyone of our encounter, but I'll never forget the amazing lesson she taught me, and with so few words.