4 comments/ 41858 views/ 13 favorites How I Met Your Mother By: 0ra11yfix8ed Vera was part of my American History 101 study group. A very sturdy girl, she grew up on a farm in Iowa where her family raised beef. She wasn't the least bit bashful and seemed to love to talk about life on the farm. Eventually she'd go into great detail about how rabbits or chickens or cattle mate. She was so candid it made most of the guys uncomfortable but the girls loved to get her started just to tease the guys. At 5'10" she was one inch shorter than me but she out weighed me by thirty pounds. Her hips were broad, her thighs powerful her buttocks were full and firm. The term "big ass" definitely applied but on her it was strangely attractive. Her bra carried her massive breasts high and tight. For a large girl her waist was surprisingly small with a belly mound that was unexpectedly sexy. Her round face was framed by short cropped blond hair. She may have been large but she was fit and she would have been the perfect farmer's wife in the eighteen hundreds. Just the thought of her plowing behind a team of oxen made me hard. I was a scrawny freshman, she was a junior. We were alone in the basement of her sorority for our study group but no one else had shown up yet. We were sitting on an old couch, waiting for the others to arrive. I tried to make small talk, asking about her major. She replied, "Animal Husbandry." "Interesting." I said, reflexively, not knowing what else to say. "What are they teaching you this quarter." "Artificial Insemination." She announce bluntly. Her eyes seemed to twinkle as she studied me, sensing that I was uncomfortable. There was no one else there to amuse but she seized the opportunity to tease me anyway. "We're learning how to collect the semen from bulls so that it can be used to impregnate a number of cows instead of just one." I squirmed nervously as she described the procedure and wondered what she would think of a normal human penis after handling a bull's monster cock. She seemed to enjoy watching me squirm as she went into great detail demonstrating the techniques she was being taught. "Some people think that we masturbate the bull." She concluded. "But if the cow weren't in season I doubt that he would let us near him." "I suppose not." I agreed. "Do you want to feel me up?" She asked without warning. "You've been looking at my breasts all quarter. I see you staring at them when you think I'm not looking. Why don't you just hold them now and satisfy your curiosity?" I was stunned, I blushed and balked, embarrassed to be found out and confronted. Of course I wanted to feel her up, of course I wanted to know what such big jugs felt like. Hell, I wanted to find out what they tasted like. I wanted to know if more than a mouthful was a waste! She knew I coveted her love pillows and had called me out about it. "Don't be shy." She whispered as she picked up my hand and put it on her breast. It was full and firm, better than I could imagine. I squeezed it gently, shyly, once, twice, three times as I looked into her eyes. "Don't stop." She murmured as she licked her lips. I want you to play with them!" I reached for the other one and squeezed them both. I squeezed harder and I felt her respond in seconds as her nipples doubled in size and became rock hard. It was awkward, she was leaning towards me and I was holding her breasts in both hands like I was comparing melons at the supermarket. I was squeezing them and staring like a fool. I hope I wasn't drooling. They were big enough that it seemed like I was trying to palm two volley balls "I like a man to play with them, it's more fun than playing with them by myself." She giggled. I must have looked shocked because she giggled again. "Girls play with their tits silly, just like boys play with themselves and I know you do so don't act so surprised." She leaned back and held her breasts with both hands, fingering her tits and watching me. "Sometimes I lie in bed and play with them until I fall asleep or ...you know." I didn't know really, I suspected maybe but I didn't know anything about how girls masturbate. "I'm not surprised; it's just that I don't know any other girls who talk about it." "We talk about it all the time, just not with boys. But we prefer to talk about what boys do for us. Do you like squeezing my tits?" "Like it? I love it, they're...." "They're what? The softest, most squeezable, biggest. Tell me what they are?" She kept playing with her own tits while I confessed. "They're the biggest, most wonderful tits I can imagine, I loved playing with them! I want to kiss them." I blurted. "Kiss them or suck on them?" Was she really going to let me suck her tits? Was she just teasing me while we waited? "Both!" I stammered. "Let me see how good you are at playing with them, if you know what you're doing you might get more." She stared straight at my crotch and I realized that my cock was hard as a rock. I blushed, knowing that she knew she was turning me on and I couldn't hide it. She leaned towards me again and offered tits once again. As I massaged her overstuffed bra she pulled my lips to hers and kissed me, lips open and her tongue parting my lips. My jeans were getting uncomfortable as her tongue brushed against my teeth and I began to feel dizzy. I nuzzled her neck just to catch my breath. Her breathing became shallow and rapid. She leaned back and I loosened the first button of her blouse. While I kissed her neck, shoulders and the tops of her breasts I stroked her belly. She moaned softly and whispered, "That's nice. Take it slow, I don't like being rushed." She shifted so that she was lying on the couch and my right arm was trapped under her. I continued to nibble on her neck and shoulders while my free hand roamed from her belly to her breast, teasing her tit and then retreating, waiting for the moment when she would signal she wanted more. She held my face against her chest as my hand made another trip down her rib gage to her belly. I felt her ass clench slightly as her belly tightened. I squeezed gently against each rib as my hand began to stalk her nipple once more. When I reached her breast I covered her rock hard nubbin with my whole hand, and then massaged it and pinched it gently through the fabric of her bra and blouse. I became bolder and loosened the second button and buried my face in her cleavage, trying to push her out of her bra to my waiting lips. She stroked my hair and whispered, "Tease my nipples, I want you to make them hard." She arched her back as if to offer them to me. I pulled her blouse from her waist band and loosened the remaining buttons. Her hands continued to stroke my head, neck and shoulders as I pulled a bra strap off her shoulder and revealed a nipple. She guided my mouth as she encouraged, "lick me..., kiss me..., suck my nipple!" I was only too happy to comply. No girl, let alone one as well endowed as she had ever let me near her clothed breasts and this goddess was giving me, my mouth, access to her bare breast! I did my best to please her as I orally worshipped it, licking, sucking, nibbling. Soon she pleaded breathlessly, "Do the other one." I opened her blouse and pulled the other strap off her shoulder. I gazed in awe at my first live set of naked knockers and couldn't believe I wasn't dreaming. She pulled me on top of her and guided me into her neglected breast and whispered, "Suck it..., please... suck it and nibble on my tit. Lick me, suck me, bite my nipple!" I felt like a jockey riding a thoroughbred. My skinny legs were astride her ample thighs. I did my best to please her, sucking gently...nibbling...licking and then sucking again. . My face was darting between her breasts, kissing and licking from one to the other, sucking and nibbling, biting gently and pulling on her tits. I put my arms under her and supported myself so I could more easily work on pleasing her. First one tit then the other, all the while massaging one and then the other, starting at her rib cage and squeezing as I pushed out to my lips as if to milk them. She began rubbing my back and squeezing my ass, pulling my cock into the valley formed by her thighs and using it to stroke her pussy mound while I worked on her tits. My cock ached as she squeezed my ass and pulled my cock into her swollen vulva. Her hand found its way between my legs and squeezed. I thought I would come. She had me by the balls and she wasn't especially gentle. "Don't." I groaned and pleaded, "Not yet." She squeezed again and then loosened my belt. She slipped her fingers under the waistband of my jockey shorts and played with my short hairs, curling them in her fingers, twisting and pulling, and then stroking down to the base of my cock. My cock pleaded for attention, straining against its fabric prison, begging for more as she turned her attention to my chest. She pushed my shirt up and using her remarkably strong arms held me over her face and kissed my tiny nipples. "Do you like that?" She hissed, licking and nibbling, catching my tiny tit with her teeth and pulling, then releasing it and sucking on it. I felt like a rag doll in her grip. My cock was rubbing against her belly while she focused on my chest. "I love it!" I groaned and she continued to lick and nibble as she rolled me to the back of the couch and cupped my balls and squeezed. My poor cock ached for her touch but she ignored it and tortured only my balls. First mashing them against my crotch, then rubbing them with the heal of her hand. She forced her way into my boxers and made a collar with her thumb and index finger and pulled my nuts away from my crotch. I couldn't concentrate; I could only suckle her breast as she took control. My cock ached for attention but my balls could not believe their luck. I sucked as much of her tit into my mouth as possible and tongued it for all I was worth. She squeezed and pulled, mashed and rubbed. I clinched my asshole and spread my legs as wide as I could, letting her do whatever she wanted. When I began to thrust at her hand she pushed me onto my back and straddled my hips, grinding her pussy against my aching cock. She pinned me to the couch as I tried in vain to find some kind of relief. As her heavy breasts swayed and bounced she continued to slowly torture my crotch with her grinding pussy. She mauled my chest as she bounced her pussy on my cock over and over, keeping me hard but imprisoned in my jeans and boxers. Soon she pulled my shirt over my head and stroked my bare chest. I followed her lead, gently squeezing and then teasing her nipples. My hands were full of firm female flesh, I used my thumbs to tease her nipples as we massaged each other. I felt her weight shift forward slightly as she offered her tits again. "Kiss them..., suck them..., make them hard." Her words were urgent, almost a command. She brushed first one tit and then the other against my lips and I sucked eagerly. Her hand slid down my chest and into my shorts again, her fingers running through the hair above my cock. She was so close to my cock but she wouldn't touch it and still I was afraid she would make me cum. She pushed my jeans down, I instinctively raised my hips like a slut in heat and my jeans were around my knees. Her nails raked my thighs and she lightly brushed my cock as she brought her hand up to my neck and pulled our lips together. She devoured my tongue as she rode my hip, her calf and ankle making my cock swell as never before. "Kick off your jeans." She whispered. I struggled to get out of my jeans without loosing my hold of her tit. When I finally kicked them off she hooked the waistband of my shorts with a toe and slid them down to my ankles so skillfully that I suspected she had had plenty of practice. "Take off your shorts." She commanded. "And while you're at it take off your shoes and socks too." Her tone changed from excited to businesslike as she rolled off me and sat on the edge of the couch. "Why?" I asked, suddenly unsure of what was happening "Because a naked man looks silly with his shoes and socks on." She replied simply, her tone letting me know she was in charge. She wanted obedience and I didn't argue with her as I kicked off my shoes and shorts. I was eager to get naked with her "Socks too." She chided. "I want you wearing only a smile while I examine you." "What about you?" I asked as I rolled my socks off my feet. "What about me?" She teased, her blouse was still open, sleeves and bra straps off her shoulders, bra girdling her waist, she arched her back thrusting her mammoth tits in the air while she twisted her nipples. "Aren't you going to get comfy too?" "Comfy? You mean naked and, no, I'm not getting naked. Besides I'm very 'comfy' just like this and, from what I can see you enjoy being completely naked in front of women." "I've never done this before." I objected. "And besides I don't think naked men are allowed here." Suddenly aware that we might be found in an indelicate situation. "But you are naked... and I am a woman... and from what I can see you enjoy it! You're what I call perfect CFNM material, you're naked already and I'm still dressed." Her logic was unassailable. "Your cock is so hard it almost stands straight up! It's a lie detector and it's telling me you want me to enjoy your cock, to look at your naked body, you want me to play with your cock like you've been playing with my tits." "I can't deny that you have me very excited and I'll be even more excited if I could see more of you." Somehow the both of us being naked would be better if someone did interrupt us. "Are you saying that my tits are not enough for you tonight?" She said as she continued to cup her breasts with both hands holding them up, squeezing them and twisting her nipples. "Do you want to quit and get dressed, we could play cards." "No, I'm just saying that I'd like to see you naked too." "What if you don't?" "I don't know." "Why don't you stand up while you think about it?" "Why?" "Stand up so I can look at you." She ordered, knowing that I would obey. She gave me a little push and sat up. She left her blouse open, still on her shoulders but displaying her gorgeous tits, full and firm, and nipples hard as rocks. I stood up. "Step back." She instructed, her eyes were glued to my crotch. I obeyed. "Turn around; I want to see your ass." My cock was jutting upwards, still hard and throbbing as I slowly turned. She reached out and slapped my ass, I jumped. "Bend over and spread your cheeks, I want to see how your balls hang." I was embarrassed but I did it any way. She pushed my hands off my ass and started kneading both cheeks like I had kneaded her breasts. "Put your hands on your knees and spread your legs." She ordered as she gripped my ass cheeks with both hands and kneaded them like bread dough. Her thumbs teasing my anus. "Your balls hang very nicely but I can't see your dick. Is it still hard?" I blushed knowing not even my doctor spent this much time looking at my butt. "Are you enjoying your full buttocks massage?" I groaned again, she didn't wait for my answer. "Should I rub your balls some more?" Her right hand covered my scrotum, two fingers teased the base of my penis and her thumb was pressing close to my anus. I felt like she would make me her sock puppet at any moment and part of me wanted to know what it would feel like to have her thumb invade my ass. "It looks like you enjoy showing me you body." She observed. "Stand up and put your hands behind your head and keep turning." She released my nuts and when I was in profile with my cock sticking nearly straight up she ordered me to stop. "Now show me some humping action, I want to see your cock bounce up and down a little." I blushed as I fucked the air for her, knowing we could be caught at any moment. I humped for her, my hands behind my head, sucking in my gut and clinching my ass as my prick waved up and down for her. "Your balls look awfully tight again." She observed. "Move closer, step between my feet and I'll help you keep them loose." She was seated on the edge of the couch with her legs spread in a most unladylike display. Even with her shorts on I could see her swollen pussy. I wondered how she could maintain her self-control. I moved sideways between her legs, her face was just inches from my cock. With one hand on my ass she used the other to pull my leg into her pussy, "Spread your legs for me." She whispered. "Squat a little and keep humping." I spread my legs enough so that I was squatting slightly, her thighs were holding my calf against her pussy. I was giving her unlimited access to my crotch, nothing was hidden. She squeezed my ass in rhythm with my fucking motion, her other hand was stroking my thigh, lightly brushing against my balls. She brought her hand up to my pubic mound and ran her fingers through the hair as my cock bounced against the back of her hand. "That's sexy," she purred, "slap my hand with your cock." I humped a little harder, trying to ht her hand every time. "I love watching a nice hard cock bounce around, and you like showing me your cock, don't you?" She teased. I didn't answer, I just closed my eyes and began to pant, my tongue licking my lips as I took short, quick breaths through my nose. "I think you do." She continued, not waiting for my answer. "I bet you want me to keep rubbing your balls, don't you? Ask me to rub your balls "Please Vera, rub my balls." I pleaded, no longer worried about being discovered. I groaned as her hand went from my ass and reached between my legs. She massaged my balls with one hand while the other played in my bushy short hairs. Once again she made a collar around my nut sack and pulled, first gently, then harder and harder. Her free hand went to my chest and began twisting my tiny tits as she pulled on my balls. I was standing between her legs, completely in her power, hands behind my head, humping lewdly for her as she played roughly with my balls and tits. "I'll bet you didn't know your tender little balls were so sturdy." Drops of precum formed and fell from the tip of my cock. "You're starting to leak you bad little boy." She slapped my ass again. "Are you going to cum for me now? Are you going to shoot your wad without my even touching your cock? She squeezed my balls with her right hand and with her free hand she raked her fingernails from my chest to my short hairs. My mind was unable to sort out the sensations. Her thighs trapped my leg against her crotch, her pussy enjoying the ride as I waved my cock for her amusement. She kept rubbing my balls, more and more insistently. "Cum for me." She whispered. "Cum for me now." She ordered. My cock responded and cum arced as if in slow motion from my throbbing member. Before I could shoot again her lips encased the tip of my cock and drained my tender, wilting prick as I gasped for air. I marveled at the intensity of my orgasm as I collapsed beside her on the couch. She pulled my face to her breast and offered them. "Would you like to suck my tits some more?" I was exhausted but sucking her tit took no effort at all and I gladly began nursing like a baby. She stroked my cheek as I gently nibbled and sucked. "Thank-you." She whispered. "I loved watching your cock explode, and you were amazing!" "Thank-you." I mumbled as she played with my semi-soft cock. I would have gladly let her play with my cock and let me suck her tits for the rest of the night but she interrupted my dream. "Can you do it again?" She whispered as she stroked my cheek. "I don't think so." I murmured into her breast. "You took a lot out of me." "Will you try?" She pleaded. "Will you do it for me? Make yourself hard. Let me watch you make yourself cum. I want to watch you jack off." She pushed my hand down to my crotch. "Show me how you play with your dick when you are alone." How I Met Your Mother "No, no, that's okay – I'll have the final draft finished by then so you can come by and pick it up." Andrew Hargreaves said as he cradled the telephone in the crook of his neck. On the other end of the line was his editor and agent, Diana Ingram. There was a gentle yet insistent tugging sensation on his right leg. He looked down into a pair of big blue eyes looking up at him and an expression that was displaying growing frustration with his lack of attention. Oooh, where have I seen that look before? Andrew thought as he tried to finish the conversation as quickly as possible. "Yeah, yeah, that will be great Diana, Leah has been rabbitting on about getting together for dinner anyway, so it will be good to hang out for an evening with adult conversation for a change…sure, see you on Friday." He switched the mobile phone off and dropped it down into the pocket of his jeans – then looked at the angelic face staring up at him. With each passing day Andrew found himself surprised and amazed at how much his six-year-old daughter Cassie was beginning to resemble his wife. Delicate features framed by soft curls of hair that were becoming darker every day, she was almost a carbon copy of Leah – and she seemed to have inherited her mother's fearless attitude as well. Scott – her twin brother – was a different story entirely. He is definitely his father's son, Andrew thought as he knelt down and scooped Cassie up in his arms. "Mommy said you'd read us a bed time story." Cassie said as Andrew carried her up the stairs. "Really?" He replied. "Which one would you like me to tell you?" He asked as they reached the landing and walked into the bedroom next to the one belonging to him and his wife. As he opened the door he could see Shaun sitting in his bed across from his sister's, his head buried in a book about dinosaurs. "The one about how you met Mommy." Cassie said as Andrew placed her on her bed. In the blink of an eye she had scurried up to the top of the bed and pulled the pink sheet up around her. Andrew sat down on the edge of Scott's bed and carefully plucked the book from his son's hands. "Okay big guy, that's enough about dinosaurs for one night," He said. "You'll have nightmares otherwise." Scott sulked for a moment before Andrew continued. "Right then, so there was once a beautiful princess who lived in a large castle in a far away land. One day, a young knight rode up to the castle on a large white unicorn…" **** Glancing down at the watch on her wrist, Leah Hargreaves was sitting at the dining room table finalising her report on the government-issued laptop knowing that time was pressing. Her fingers danced across the keys, her eyes ignoring the characters that appeared on the screen as she tried to draw her thoughts out of her head and get them down on paper. The glass of wine was placed on the table – just at the edge of her peripheral vision. A small smile flickered across her lips. "Are you trying to distract me?" She said. Andrew mumbled. "Oh no, if I was trying to distract you I'd have just walked into the room naked," He replied. "I'm simply offering you a drink." "Thanks." Leah said and then threw her hands up in the air. Her frustration was evident as Andrew leaned over her shoulder and looked at the screen, his eyes scanning her work. "You need to change that last paragraph – it just doesn't flow correctly." His hands reached around Leah's shoulders and started to flow over the keyboard. In a matter of two minutes he had retyped her final closing paragraph and restructured it. Leah's jaw dropped. "How do you do it? How do you just take something and re-write it without really understanding it and make it so bloody good like that?" She said as Andrew's hands retreated – although only as far as her shoulders. The sensation of his fingers rubbing at her knotted muscles prompted a low moan from her lips. "It's just my natural ability to produce bullshit coming to the fore," He jokingly replied. "I could have a look through the rest of it for you if you like?" "No…no," Leah answered, her voice becoming dreamy as she began to give in the signals her body was sending her brain. "Because they'll realise that my husband – the author – has re-written it for me and I'll get into trouble." Leah knew that she was in danger of getting sidetracked. "Did you speak to Diana?" "Yup – she's coming for dinner on Friday night so I'll make reservations at Gepetto's if you like." Andrew answered. Leah's mouth opened with a follow on question that he quickly answered for her. "Mom will take the kids for the night and we can pick them up on Saturday morning once we've been to Sainsburys." Closing her mouth and replacing it with a smile, Leah leaned her head back into Andrew's chest. "Are the kids in bed?" "All tucked up and sound asleep," Andrew replied. "Fancy getting drunk and fooling around?" "Mmm…I need to finish this…maybe…did you read them a story?" "Indeed I did cupcake – Cassie wanted the "how I met your mother" story again." Leah's eyes closed as she could feel her body relaxing. "You know that when they are older they're going to read your books and see through all the fiction and figure out how we really met don't you?" "I hope so, otherwise we'll have raised a couple of idiots," Andrew laughed. "But for tonight it was the Princess in the castle and the Knight on the Unicorn." "I like that one," Leah said. "You should write that one for a children's book…" Andrew's fingers became more insistent. "Mmm…Andy…okay, that's it," She grabbed her glass of wine and managed to get up from the table. "We're having sex right now, otherwise I'll never get my work done…" **** The Surfer's Paradise Bar Australia 10 years ago Tonight she had just one aim in mind – she had decided to get drunk. As Leah Bennett found herself sitting in the only bar she had found that sold genuine English cider, she tried to unwind and clear her mind of the events of the last 48 hours. Sitting at the end of the bar, away from the rest of the patrons, she was hoping to have a quiet and peaceful evening. However, that wasn't to be the case. Several of the customers – obviously regulars – had entered into some sort of drinking contest surrounding the defeat of the Australian cricket team in the recent Ashes series. Instead of drowning their sorrows as Leah had expected them to, they were engaging in a raucous chorus of songs intending to upset any foreign interlopers to their natural habitat. "Gentlemen, please!" the figure of a young man appeared behind the bar with his hands raised. "If you don't keep it down then you'll wake the baby." His warning seemed to be good-natured as it was accompanied by some jeering from the locals – then he walked over to where Leah was sitting. "Evening. What can I get you?" "A pint of cider." Leah replied, realising that the host was English like her. "One pint of stomach rotting liquid acid coming straight up." He quipped as he grabbed a glass from underneath the counter and began pouring it from the tap. "On your own?" "Yup." Leah replied, slightly hesitant. She was aware of the fact that lone tourists had a tendency to disappear around some parts of this country, however she was confident she could take care of herself in that sort of situation. "Well be careful," The barman said as he handed her the glass. "I might fire up the karaoke machine in a bit and get you to sing." Leah smiled and reached into her bag for her money. "Forget it," he pointed to a sign above the bar that read Englishmen drink for free. "House rules." "Thanks." Leah was genuinely impressed. "I'm Leah." "Andrew." He said, shaking her hand and noticing her firm grip. "So, business or pleasure?" "What?" "Why are you in Australia? Business or pleasure?" Andrew repeated himself. "Oh, business." Leah replied. "Is…this your bar?" She said, suddenly noticing that there were no other members of staff present. "No, it belongs to my cousin Shaun – he broke his leg last week so I said I'd come out and look after it for him while he's in hospital," Andrew said, pausing to cast his eye across at the group of Australian cricket fans as a new song began. "Plus someone needs to watch over the baby." "Oh, right," Leah took a drink from the glass. "Oh god that's good!" She exclaimed. "It should be – it's imported from home. Oddly enough the locals can't stand the stuff." Andrew added. He noticed something sticking out of Leah's bag. "Oh, I see you read horror books." "What? Oh, yeah." She said, picking the book up out of her bag. Staring at the title – The Watcher Out Of Time – she wondered where the conversation was heading. "I started reading these about two years ago, sort of became hooked on them ever since – sort of my guilty little secret pleasure if you like." "Want to know how it ends?" Andrew asked. Leah looked horrified. "Not that book specifically – the series I mean." "How could you know that?" She asked. Andrew turned the book over and placed it back in her hands so that she was looking at the back of it. Leah then realised that the black and white photograph matched the face of the man standing behind the bar. "Jesus – you wrote this?" "And the other four before it, plus – in theory – the five after it." "Okay…" Leah's curiosity was piqued. "How does it all end?" "I'm not telling you now, you won't buy the others in the series." Andrew said with a smile on his face. "If I tell you then how do I know you won't sell your story to the newspapers? I have to consider my future book sales…" he was laughing by this point. "Okay, well, the Englishman saves the Severn Valley when the Nuclear Reactor goes into meltdown courtesy of the Shan, but the Messenger saves him at the last minute, dumping him into the Dreamlands." "Seriously?" Leah said. "That's it?" "That's it? That's it?" Andrew acted as if he had been mortally wounded. "I'm condensing it tremendously you know, there's another five books before you get to that point…not that I've written them yet." There was another chorus of songs erupting from the group of Australians at the far end of the bar. "Hang on, I'll be back in a minute…" Leah watched him pour another round of drinks for the customers, engage in some gentle ribbing of their cricket team's failings and then he returned to the end of the bar she was sitting at. "So," Leah asked as she finished her drink. "What's so important about not waking the baby?" **** Andrew had led Leah around the back of the bar, guiding her through the rear of the building and to a slightly ramshackle construction attached to the outside. Leah could see that just behind the bar there was a narrow creek – and that's when she saw it. "I give you Gus," Andrew said. "Otherwise known as The Baby." Leah found herself staring at an eight-foot long freshwater crocodile that slothfully moved around. She heard the sound of a fridge door being opened, then watched as Andrew threw a raw chicken at the creature below them. She watched the savage beauty as Gus tore into the flesh of the snack presented to him and almost seemed to snort something back at Andrew. "You're welcome." "That's a crocodile." Leah stated. Andrew nodded. "Shaun reckons it's like a cat – once you start feeding them they get lazy – they figure why hunt when this stupid human will feed me?" He said. "Fantastic way to keep the patrons in the bar in line." "Yeah," Leah mused. "Mess up my bar and I feed you to the croc out back." "Indeed." Andrew said. "You're staying at the Ramada aren't you?" Leah looked at him, raising an eyebrow quizzically. "You've got a tag on your bag from there." "Oh, right…" she realised he was right and silently berated herself for leaving something like that so visible. "Do you want to meet up for a drink once I close the bar?" **** By the time they had gotten back to her room, Leah had already made the first move, kissing Andrew in the lift. As he was staying in the same hotel – and it was less than a five-minute walk from The Surfer's Paradise – it had been easy for them to meet up. As Leah moved Andrew towards the bed, she pushed him backwards. He landed on the soft mattress and laughed. She looked at him with a barely concealed passion burning in her eyes as she peeled her t-shirt off. As she threw it to the floor, she heard Andrew gasp. "Sweet bejeezus – what happened to you?" Leah glanced at her reflection in the mirror – and saw the bruises and welts across her body. She looked back at Andrew. "Okay, here's the thing," She said, climbing on top of him as he lay on the bed. "When I said I was here on business, I didn't tell you the whole story," she paused as she looked into his eyes, her mind screaming at her to give him the cover story, but something else inside her wanted to be honest with him. "I'm a field operative for the secret service of the British Government – I got the bruises doing my job." "Seriously?" Andrew's eyes were wide open. "Yeah, seriously," Leah kissed him, feeling the smile on his lips. "Now shut up and fuck me." **** 48 hours ago As she lay in the long grass outside the remote building, clothed in a black form-fitting body suit and rubber soled boots, Leah's mind rolled back over her briefing in a cramped office back in London a month ago. "That is one Natalia Kukulska," the image on the screen was of a severe looking woman with blonde hair and angular features. She was statuesque, easily standing the same height as the other men gathered around her. All of them were dressed in military fatigues. "Born in Siberia in 1967, she was a member of an elite Russian anti-terrorism unit until the wall came down, then she disappeared off the radar." The image on the screen changed – there were a series of photos showing Natalia pictured with a variety of other men, although one of them appeared in the photos more often than others. "Until she reappeared in Afghanistan about two years back with this group who call themselves Al-Khayal or The Shadow," more images flashed up of Natalia with a wiry, nervous looking middle-eastern man. "This is Karim Sallah, who appears to be quite high up within the internal structure of Al-Khayal. Natalia seems to have hooked up with him – either as business partners or she's provided logistical support to the organisation as a whole." Leah nodded. "These are your primary targets – in addition, we need you to recover whatever intelligence you can on the organisation as a whole." "Are they connected to the Embassy bombing back in March?" Leah asked. There was a pause before the voice responded. "We believe so, however we have no conclusive proof of that." Another pause. "Both targets have been reported as entering Australia within the last week – however we wish to resolve the matter without involving any outside agencies at this time." Great – that means no backup from the locals, Leah thought to herself. "When do I leave?" Leah asked. For the last two weeks Leah had been working in the remote mansion as a cleaning maid, getting to know the layout of the building and just how many people were permanently located in there. Fortunately, no one in the group had been able to bring any weapons with them into the country – a covert check with the Australian customs database had confirmed this – although it didn't remove the fact that they could have since acquired weapons through a thriving criminal underclass in the larger east coast cities. She had also made a particularly startling discovery – Natalia and Karim seemed to be in some sort of relationship. A particularly domineering relationship from Natalia's perspective, Leah thought, but a relationship none the less. Taking this factor into account, Leah had taken every opportunity possible to smile at Karim whenever she saw him with Natalia – hopeful of making her target's violent jealous streak take over and maybe remove one target before she even got involved. Looking down at her watch she knew that there was to be a change over in the nominal security that roamed around the perimeter of the building. Despite the fact that Leah had also been hampered by the embargo on bringing weapons into the country, she had been able to improvise something for the first part of her plan. She lifted the heavy crossbow up to her shoulder and loaded the bolt. One morning spent in a local sporting goods store on the outskirts of Melbourne had yielded dividends for her, although she was only able to purchase three bolts for it without having to register the weapon as anything more than a piece of sporting equipment. It would prove to be too cumbersome once she was inside the property, but for now it was perfect for her purpose. Enclosed in the darkness, she took aim at the first guard as he walked around the edge of the building. The sight on the top of the crossbow was just good enough with the lights in the grounds of the building to give her some accuracy with her shot. She tensed her body for the recoil and pulled the trigger – the carbon fibre bolt was sent spinning silently through the air. Leah allowed herself a small grin of satisfaction as she saw the guard fall to the floor in a heap. Getting to her feet, she broke out of the long grass and scurried across to him. Grabbing his feet she dragged him back into the grass. Turning to make her way to the building Leah heard the sound of something rustling behind her. Looking back over her shoulder she realised that the crossbow bolt had struck her target in throat and rather than killing him, it had performed a sort of emergency tracheotomy. She shook her head. What are the chances of that? Leah wondered as she turned around and walked back to the guard. He was trying to crawl in a sort of circle back towards the building. Leah found herself following behind him at a snails pace, shaking her head. Kneeling down and straddling him, Leah grasped his chin with one hand and gripped the hair at the back of his head with another before twisted sharply to the right. His neck snapped and his body convulsed a few times before Leah left him, certain he was dead. Advancing towards the building again, she realised that she'd lost some time in having to deal with the guard and his replacement was already beginning his patrol route. Leah realised that at some point he would become aware that he hadn't passed the man he would have been relieving. Picking her way through the bush that surrounded the property, Leah soon picked up her target. Leah snuck up behind the guard, her rubber soled boots enabling her to walk right up to him and give him a spank on the butt. As he whirled around in surprise, she grabbed the sides of his head. Although her wrists were slender, their appearance belied the strength within them. Leah calmly snapped his neck with one fluid twisting motion, and then released the corpse to fall to the ground. Pushing the body up against the side of the wall where it wouldn't be noticed until it was hopefully too late, Leah backtracked to the entrance of the property. Keeping to the shadows, Leah used her key to enter the house and found herself skulking on the ground floor. From memory, she knew that there was at least one more member of Natalia & Karim's personal security detail on the ground floor, in the study that doubled up as a rest room for the guards. There were always three on duty at any one time – with the others lounging around on the first floor or in the local bars. Have taken out two of them already, Leah was confident she would find the third where she expected him to be. How I Met Your Mother As she quietly pushed the study door open, the guard had his back to her and was oblivious to her entrance. He sat in a swivel chair, reading a magazine; ignorant of the danger that he was in. Leah kicked his swivel chair so that he spun round to face her. With a wry grin, her right hand flashed out in a blur too fast to fully see; her extended fingertips jabbed in the man's throat with terrifying ease. The guard stumbled out of his chair, his eyes wide in panic at not being able to speak or, more importantly, breathe. His stumble was interrupted by Leah's right knee flashing up to meet his forehead in a perfectly placed strike. His head buckled with a brief grinding sound; the bones of his cranium separated and fractured in too many critical places to count, driving shards of bone inward and with devastatingly lethal effect. He was dead the second she struck him, the slumping drop of his body to the floor was merely the encore. Closing the study door behind her, Leah turned her attention to the upstairs section of the house. **** Leah reached the second floor where both Karim and Natalia normally slept. In her cleaning duties she'd never been admitted to Karim's room – it was always locked – however now she understood why. She entered the bedroom and the sight that greeted her made her stop in her tracks. Karim was naked, spread-eagled in the middle of a huge four-poster bed. His wrists and ankles were tied to each corner of the bed and his mouth was covered by duct tape. As Leah calmly walked towards him, his eyes were looking quizzically at her, with a hint of anger flashing behind them as he saw her body suit clad figure approach him. Maybe she was part of the game, he thought, but surely not – she was just one of the cleaners. Karim's eyes changed from a hint of anger to flat out fear as he watched Leah raise her right leg high in to the air. Driving it down with all the force she could muster, Leah brought her heel crashing down on to Karim's throat. She rapidly followed this by smashing her left elbow into Karim's ribs, directly above his heart. If the first blow didn't kill him, the second one surely did, Leah thought as his eyes bulged in horror as he was left defenceless to his fate. Turning to leave the room, Leah found herself staring at the black latex cat suit clad figure of Natalie looking at her from the open bathroom door. "Impressive," Natalia said in broken English. "Did me favour, da?" "Don't bet on it." Leah replied, dropping into a combat stance. Natalia moved across the room as quickly as she could, but the six-inch stiletto heels she was wearing visibly slowed her progress. Leah knew from her military background that she was well drilled in martial arts – a fact clearly illustrated as Natalia aimed a swinging axe kick at Leah's head. Despite not making contact, but the stiletto caught Leah's body suit below the right shoulder and tore it, highlighting the power in her kick. Leah reacted quickly, punching Natalia in the kidneys and knocking her off balance. She teetered on the dangerous heels for a moment before crashing to the floor. Natalia rolled over several times on the floor, in order to put distance between them. Managing to quickly discard the cumbersome shoes, Natalia athletically regained her feet in one swift movement. She leapt forward and aimed a right-handed fist at Leah, using her momentum enabled her to follow this with a left-footed roundhouse. Leah avoided the punch, but could do nothing to evade the kick. Trying to press home her advantage, Natalia drilled three powerful front kicks into Leah's chest, who countered by smashing her elbow painfully into her thigh after the third one. Natalia managed a back-handed blow with her left arm, catching Leah on the mouth and causing a small cut. The two women circled each other warily, both of them well aware that the other was capable of landing a single lethal blow. As both women appraised each other, the door opened and another of the guards entered the room. He was unprepared for the scene that greeted him. Two women dressed in black one-piece outfits circling each other. He heard Natalia bark something at him in Russian By the time he acclimatised and processed the order Natalia had given him, Leah had turned around and hit him with a right cross to the face, she then executed a surprisingly powerful throw which sent him flying across the room, causing him to collide with Natalia. Getting to his feet, he produced a vicious looking knife from his pocket and ran at Leah with the blade pointed forward. Using his momentum and her aikido skills, she grabbed his wrist and threw him across the room; the knife clattered as it fell to the floor. Leah grabbed the handle of the knife and threw it at him. The blade buried itself in his heart, killing him instantly. Natalia used this opportunity to leap at Leah from behind. Using the momentary benefit of surprise, she punched Leah in the kidneys and then gripped her in a stranglehold. Her momentary advantage was lost as Leah stamped on the instep of her bare foot with her right boot before driving her elbow into her stomach. Her chokehold weakened, Leah was able to throw her over her shoulder. Natalia landed painfully on the floor. Leah knew that if one of the guards from the first floor had heard the commotion there was a chance that any others still in residence might have. She needed to finish this quickly. Leah then moved in for the kill; as she approached, Natalia swept her legs from beneath her, taking her by surprise. As Leah hit the floor, Natalia managed to put her legs round Leah's neck, crossing her ankles to increase the strength of her grip. Natalia had her in a vice-like grip and was slowly choking the life out of Leah, who tried to loosen the grip, but Natalia was an expert at this type of hold. It seemed that it would just be a matter of time before Leah would surely pass out and succumb to the constricting nature of her powerful leg muscles. Sensing that Natalia wasn't going to do the sensible thing and simply break her neck, Leah tried one last desperate resort. She tickled the soles of Natalia's bare feet. This moved produced precisely the result Leah hoped it would as Natalia screamed and her legs opened as a natural reaction to being tickled. Leah rolled clear and managed to stand up, although she was still weak from the relentless pressure of Natalia's legs. In turn, Natalia lunged forward, but Leah produced a stunning front kick that caught Natalia viciously in the face. Natalia was stunned at the strength of the blow and did not see the right elbow that thudded into her temple. In Natalia's now dazed state she was completely oblivious to Leah as she leapt into the air and brought her right heel crashing down on the back of Natalia's neck. She was dead before she hit the floor. Leah was breathing heavily as she surveyed the room – three dead bodies and a job well done in her opinion. **** By the time she was back in her car she had already arranged the timers on the high-powered charges to detonate in the kitchen where someone had carelessly left the gas on. Having encountered no further problems in the building it had been easy to scour the place for intelligence information o on "The Shadow" – something that had paid unexpected dividends. Patting the two laptops she had recovered along with a raft of documents, Leah drove away from the building and made a resolution. She had to find a bar – and one that served English cider. **** Gepetto's Restaurant Friday, 8pm "I must say Andy, this new work of yours is fascinating," Diana Ingram said as she skimmed through the manuscript in her hands. "And this protagonist – this Leanne Barnett – where did you come up with her from. She seems so…real. It's almost like I know her." Andrew looked across at Leah and squeezed her hand under the table. "Oh, you'd be surprised where I found my inspiration," He said as Leah smiled at him. "It's much closer to home than you'd think." How I Met Your Mother Part 1 His Story. I was Drunk. Well, I should have been drunk, but the sun was still high in the sky, beating down like a hammer, 40 degrees in the shade, and the beer was sweating out of me as fast as I could drink it. It was Australia Day long weekend. We had been at the beach all day, working on our tans and getting plastered. Simon and I were sitting in the water on deck chairs, cooler next to us in the water, letting the waves crash into our backs. We were feeling no pain. We had been at the beach off and on all summer and our skin was dark brown, but even that didn't stop the sun from burning us. Looking down, I noticed that the cooler was empty. "Shit Simon, we are out of beer," I said, looking through my sunglasses to ice just floating in the cooler. Looking at my watch I said, "That was 4 dozen cans of beer in 3 hours man." Simon glanced down at the cooler with a drunken stare. "Bummer" he said as he looked at the ice floating in the cool water of the cooler. We both looked at each other. "What do we do now?" asked Simon. "Well, seeing we are getting burn to a crisp here, lets see if we can find some shade and cool off" I said, getting up from the deck chair. Now, being that we just drank so much, no sooner had my arse left the chair, I toppled over into the water. "Shit man, I'm hammered." I said as the next wave broke over me. Simon slowly rose from the deck chair, and lifted his arm up in the air, trying to loosen his cramped muscles. The water was only 12" deep. "Don't drown down there," Simon said as he slowly twisted and turned to loosen up. I staggered to my feet, pulling myself up with the aid of the deck chair, and looked around at the beach in front of us. The beach was not as crowded yet as it was not yet Saturday, so only the holidaymakers from the caravan park were on the beach. The real influx of people will be arriving later tonight. Still, the beach was buzzing with people having fun and tanning in the afternoon sun. We slowly walked back to the spot were we left our towels and stuff, dragging the now empty cooler and deck chairs behind us. As we walked, well I mean staggered back; we crossed a game of beach cricket in progress. Half a dozen people trying to play a game before the tide returned and robbed them of their wicket. As we waited for a lull in the game, the batter hit the ball straight at us, hoping that we would get in the way of the fielding side. Now, I had played cricket before, but being drunk and felling no pain in all, when the ball can rocketing towards us, I flung my arm in the air and snatched the ball into my hand. I looked in wonder at the ball, knowing that it was a fluke that the ball landed there. I spun around and threw the ball to the stumps, just clipping the side of one, and fell to the ground, having twisted my body around too far for my drunken legs to hold me. "Shit man" said Simon, laughing at me on the sand. One of the men-playing cricket came up to us and invited us to play with them. I told them that we were pretty drunk and would not be much good, but were willing to try. Now, I know what is supposed to happen at times like this. You play around and fall down drunk and miss everything. That's not what happened. We played like crazy men, swinging and hitting everything. We were so relaxed, they couldn't get us out. After about 20 minutes, we gave up, too tried to continue and completed our walk back to our towels. Dropping to the sand, we quickly fell asleep under the flapping umbrella. A while later, I awoke to a thirst that didn't quit. The sun had moved and I was no longer under the shade, and my skin was burning. I sat up and squinted at the sky and estimated about 2 hours had passed. I stood up and walked back to the water to cool off. As I neared the waterline, I noticed someone in the water trying to wax his board. As I got closer I saw that it was Danny, someone who lives the beach and I had known for a few years. His board was a dark red twin fin and he was having trouble getting the wax to stick in the heat. "Danny" I said and I closed in him. "What the hell are you doing trying to wax the board in this heat?" He looked up at me and squirted off his reply in a stuttering voice that he had then he was upset. "Shit Craig, yyyou Frightennnned me there." he said as he continued to try to get some wax to stick. "I lost a poker game last night and I have to teach this girl how to surf." "Yeah!" I said, as I fell into the water next to him. "What girl" I said, as the next wave crashed over my back and took some of the suns heat with it. "She's over there next to the boat ramp with Tracy and Sue" he said as he looked at the surfboard with dismay. "This sex wax is never going to fucking stick" I looked across the beach and said, "Man, give it up. It's too hot, and even if you manage to get the wax to stick, it's going to fucking come off 20 seconds later." Danny looked up and said, "Fuck it, no bets worth this shit." He stood up and started dragging the surfboard back to the sea wall where his stuff was. I picked myself up from the water and trundled back with him to see our friends at the top of the beach. I flopped down to the sand next to the rest of the group, as my towel was back with the sleeping Simon under the Umbrella. "So," I said, "who is the girl you are going to all this trouble for Danny." "She is right in front of you," he said. I looked up. Now remember, I was not exactly in a clear state of mind, having drunk a whole carton of beer in 3 hours, but what I do remember is this. She stood about 5'6", long brown hair, blue green eyes flecked with brown. She had on a blue one-piece swimsuit that hugged her hips like a second skin. Freckles dotted her nose and cheeks. She was squeezing water out of her hair as she looked back out to Danny as he came dragging the surfboard back to the seawall. Part two Her Story. How I Met Your Mother Erotic Pain Stimulation = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = This story was inspired by a conversation with a friend. He was working in his office at home one evening when his laser printer suddenly spit out three or four sheets of paper that he hadn't printed. Since it was accessible through his home network, he assumed that his wife had printed out something from her laptop. However, it was his daughter who came running down the steps from her bedroom and into his office to retrieve what she had evidently mistakenly sent to his printer rather than to the one in her bedroom. Had she not been in such a frantic hurry to get to the document and had she not looked so afraid that he might have seen what it was, he would not have taken notice. But because his daughter was trying so hard to hide whatever it was from him, after she left, he went over to the printer and selected "Re-print Last Document" from the menu. The printer again started up and printed out a rather graphic story from a website that appealed to people who were into erotic pain. He didn't have to read the story to know what it was about because he, too, was a regular on that website, as was his wife. His quandary, as he expressed it to me, was how to engage his young, teenaged daughter in a conversation about erotic pain and the safe and not-so-safe ways to pursue that highly misunderstood pleasure. I told him that I would write a story based on what I knew about how he and his wife met and then he could print it off on her printer and leave it for her to read. This is that story. = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = It wasn't even a real party. It was just our regular Friday night get-together for pizza and a movie. We were in college and weren't part of the Frat and Sorority crowd. Some of us were commuters. Some lived in the dorms. Most lived in off-campus housing. There was one off-campus rooming house that had a huge shared living room with what was, for that day, a big-screen TV. That was where we met. Everyone was expected to chip in $5.00 toward pizza and pop. If you wanted beer or stronger, you had to bring it yourself, and you had to be walking or taking the campus shuttle service when you left. Somebody rented or brought a movie or two and we ate pizza, drank beer, and talked until about one or two in the morning and then everyone went home. Once in a while someone would bring a date. Occasionally a couple who met there would go home together, but for the most part it was just a bunch of college students on very tight budgets killing an evening with pizza, beer and bullshit... except that one night. Doctor Thomas, one of the profs in the psychology department, had just gotten a book published and had given an open lecture earlier in the week entitled, "Sexual Masochism - Normal or Aberrant Behavior?" It being a college campus, that was one open lecture that was actually pretty well attended. Dave had gone to the lecture and was spouting off about it all being crap. "These nuts don't really get pleasure out of pain. They are just passive pussies that let other people push them around and then try to justify themselves by saying that they enjoy it." Dave was a psychology major and considered himself to be the assertive alpha male of our group. We all knew that because hardly a Friday night went by that somewhere in the conversation Dave did not say in his most pompous voice, "I am, after all, the assertive alpha male of this pack." The group thought of him more in terms of a different set of words beginning with "A" and when he was not present referred to him as "our aggressive asshole male." I don't know if it was that Dave had consumed a little too much beer or that he wanted to show his superiority above the "sick fucks that Dr. T had been talking about," but he became more and more obnoxious and more and more insistent that all "so-called masochists" were just "passive pussies who won't assert themselves against others." A couple of other psychology majors tried to argue with him and cited this or that book or professor, but being the aggressive asshole male that he was, he just shouted them all down. After a while, it got to the point where he just sat there with his arms folded against his chest daring people to speak. I should have just left early and gone back home, but maybe I also had consumed a little too much beer. Or, maybe there is only so much aggressive asshole bullshit that I can put up with in a single evening. For whatever reason, after a long period of silence, I said calmly, "Dave you are so full of shit that a case of Exlax wouldn't even make a dent in it." "What do you know," he harrumphed. "I know for certain that there are people who - in the right circumstances - get sexual pleasure out of pain and they are not just passive pussies. Erotic pain and sexual submission are not the same thing. You don't have to let someone else control you to receive pleasure from what others call pain." "And how do YOU know that masochists are for real?" sneered Dave. "Because I am one!" I shouted back. The room was suddenly very, very quiet. Everyone was looking back and forth from Dave to me waiting for the next words. "I suppose that means that every time you get hit hard out there on the football field, you pop a woody," laughed Dave. "No," I answered. "I said 'under the right circumstances'." I turned to speak to the group more than Dave and continued, "If a situation is already kind of sexual... if I am already slightly turned on, then the wiring changes in my body. What should be a signal of pain somehow becomes a signal of pleasure. Sometimes that could be physical pain, or it even could be emotional pain like embarrassment or humiliation. And yes, it works better if someone else is inflicting that pain or humiliation, but that doesn't mean that the person doing that is overpowering me. It means I am allowing them, or even encouraging them to give me pleasure through pain." "Big words nerd boy, but you've got no proof. I'll give you the fact that you can hold your own against almost anyone in a fight or an argument, but there is no way I'll believe that you get pleasure out of pain." Charlene, who owned the house where we met and was a post-graduate student working on her Doctor of Psychology, chimed in with her sweet-as-honey counselor voice, "I think there is a way to prove or disprove this." Now all eyes were on her. "When we do sexual response experiments the 'peter meter' tells us exactly whether or not a specific image or circumstance turns somebody on." She looked over at me, "If you want to prove Dave wrong, all you have to do is let someone give you a little pain and we see what happens. We don't have all those fancy sensors and readouts available, but the old fashioned 'angle of the dangle' meter will tell us whether or not you are turned on by what is done." I looked over at Dave. Apparently the apprehension was visible on my face because Charlene continued, "Don't worry. Dave is not going to touch you. I don't think Dave swatting your ass would give you anything but pain anyway." Everyone laughed. She paused for a long moment and then added, "I'll be the one inflicting the pain in this experiment." Charlene was a fine looking woman, and I think at that point several of the guys in the room would have suddenly volunteered to be a part of the test, but she was all business and ignored everyone but me. She pointed to the wide doorway that led to what used to be the front parlor. It was one of those of the really old-fashioned doors with the opening for the transom window above it. "We will tie your wrists to the top of that doorway and then strip you down to naked. I will then use a ping pong paddle on your ass until it is good and red. If the peter meter rises, we have clinical evidence that you actually get off on pain. If not, then I guess Dave is right." She was good - manipulative as hell, but good. She had me backed into a corner. I could have just said "No," but instead I agreed - more or less. "OK," I replied, "but you are not stripping me. I will take my off own clothes." Looking directly at Dave I added, "And my safeword is 'aggressive asshole.' If I say that, everything stops." "Assertive answer," replied Charlene also looking over at Dave. Then she turned to me and said simply, "Deal," and shook my hand. I got up and walked over into the doorway and held my hands above my head to see how I would fit. If my hands were tied to the top of the door, I would be stretched, but not overly uncomfortable. "Anybody got some big rope that won't cut into my wrists?" I asked, and almost immediately a soft, black rope about an inch in diameter came flying across the room. There were tassels on the end of it and one of the big curtains on the front window was no longer tied back, so I knew exactly what it was and where it came from. "That'll do," I said. Then, turning to Charlene I added, "Let's start this experiment." Before I could think too long about what I was doing, I took off my T-shirt and dropped my shorts to the ground. It was late spring and that was all that I was wearing. Even back then I normally didn't wear underwear in warm weather. Charlene brought a chair over to the doorway and stood on the chair to firmly tie my hands to the top of the door. The peter meter moved a little off zero, and someone called out, "Things are stirring." The sudden flood of humiliation as I fully realized that I was now standing naked in front of a fairly large group of young men and women whom I considered to be my friends caused the peter meter to firm up an additional notch or two, but dangle remained close to zero. Charlene stepped behind me and stroked my ass a couple of times. I twitched away from her touch, and she laughed lightly and said, "That is just to enhance the sexual nature of what I am going to do." Then looking at the group she added, "Besides, he has a really nice ass." I think what she was actually doing was checking my response to humiliation. I did turn very red at her words, but the peter meter remained just above zero. I was just starting to ask myself what in the hell I had gotten myself into when suddenly there was a loud smack and fire erupted into my body through my ass cheeks. Charlene had slammed that ping pong paddle against me with all of her strength. "That was just to get your attention," she said. Then she began working over my ass like an expert. She would spank relatively softly for a few strokes then really lay one on. She would vary the tempo from several right in a row to long pauses that almost made me wonder whether or not she had stopped. Sometimes she struck from the right and then she would evidently backhand my ass and come in from the left. She made it impossible to anticipate what was going to happen next. I could feel the intense pain, but I knew that within and beneath that pain lay a tantalizing level of pleasure. I closed my eyes and "went into the pain." No, I don't know what that means or exactly what happens, but when you stop avoiding the pain, but rather embrace it, everything changes. It is almost as if a switch is thrown that takes the pain impulses off the pain track and sends them down the pleasure track. I gave myself to the pain, and from that point on, the pain train was roaring down the pleasure track and heading uphill at full steam. Suddenly Charlene stopped everything. I don't know how many swats Charlene had given me at that point, but I do know that the peter meter was reaching above 90 degrees. She stepped around me to look out at the group that had gathered on the floor to watch. "My God, Judy," she cried out, "your eyes are glazing over. You are really getting into this." She then said in an almost little girl sing-song voice "We just might have more than one masochist with us tonight." I opened my eyes and saw Judy sitting on the floor in front of me with several other girls. She was at the very front sitting in that almost kneeling position where a girl more or less sits on her ankles. I don't know how girls do that. Men don't sit that way, but women do all the time. Everyone turned to look at her, and she scrunched herself lower as she mumbled softly, "No, I.... uh...." Charlene walked over and stood above her. "Judy," she began, "you can sit there and deny what you are feeling - and we will let you do that if that is what you really want to do - or you can stand up and show us just how turned on this is making you. Then you can strip and go loop your hands over his neck and stand there face to face so I can smack both of your asses at the same time." After what seemed like several minutes of absolute silence, Judy slowly stood up. She was wearing a light weight T-shirt with some sort of flower print on it and soft, yellow shorts that hugged her body. As she stood up it was obvious to everyone that she was very wet between her legs. In fact, there was so much moisture that it almost looked like she had peed herself. "It's your choice," Charlene intoned softly. "If you want this, just take off your clothes and go grab his neck. I will spank both of you at the same time so that you go high together." Judy's eyes were definitely glazed over as she took off her shirt and then slid her shorts to the ground. She, too, was not wearing underwear. She came over and stood in front of me and looked up into my eyes for several moments. She then reached up and clasped her hands behind my neck and pulled herself tightly against me. As she did so my penis was forced upward between us and pressed against both our stomachs. I think the peter meter was now just below 100%. The doorway was wide enough that Charlene could stand more or less alongside of us. She now had a ping pong paddle in each hand as she began once again to smack my ass and Judy's. With separate paddles for each of us, Charlene had more opportunity for variation. Sometimes she would strike both of us at exactly the same time, sometimes she would alternate me and then Judy and sometimes one paddle would strike just ahead or behind the other. I am not exactly sure when we started, but both Judy and I began to press and rub against one another as our bodies were driven by the paddles. My peter meter was no longer visible, but there was no doubt in anyone's mind that I was very turned on. There was no doubt about Judy either as her moans and cries soon filled the room. Then suddenly she pulled herself upward by her arms, wrapped her legs around my waist, and lowered herself down on my prick. Charlene took that as a cue to change her paddling to a continuous rhythm of first Judy and then me driving us back and forth. We rocked back and forth to the rhythm, feeling the sting of the paddle and the pleasure of intercourse until Judy and I exploded in a mutual orgasm. Charlene immediately stopped paddling and Judy and I clung to each other in the doorway. She kept looking over at her apartment mates and then turning and burying her head against my shoulder, turning redder and redder and redder with embarrassment. We had, after all, just put on a very hot, live sex show for about thirty of our closest friends. "Damn," I heard Dave sputter. "If I hadn't of seen it, I never would have believed it. This shit is just to weird for me." With that he left for the evening. There were a lot of cries of "Bye Dave," and "Don't let the door hit you in the ass," but since it was late, most of the group soon followed Dave through the door. That left just me and Charlene and Judy and the other girls who rented rooms from Charlene. The girls slipped out the other door of the front room and headed upstairs to their rooms. Judy continued to bury her face in my shoulder as she hung from my neck, supporting herself with her legs wrapped around my waist. My now deflated penis was still buried deeply inside her. Charlene came over to us and laughed slightly, "When you are ready, Judy, just pull yourself up off of him and let yourself slide back down to the ground." Looking me directly in the face, she added, "Then I'll get you untied so you can go home." She stepped back a little ways and with another laugh added, "This would probably make one hell of an interesting paper, and I could probably get it published in a some very prestigious publication." She laughed again and then shook her head as she looked at both of us and continued, "But I could just as likely end up charged with something or another by the police or the university, so I think we will just let this evening fade into the folklore of campus life at this university. In ten years or so it will be just an urban legend that nobody really believes." Judy pulled herself up slightly, let herself back down to the floor, and shakily leaned against the wall. Charlene untied my wrists. As I picked up my clothes and began to get dressed, Judy came and stood before me, still naked. She said, "I think you and I are meant for each other. We understand each other. We can be equals and yet give ourselves to each other and receive from each other what we both need." She was right. No one was surprised when we were married at the end of the school year. We have been married for a long time now. We are very much equals and we still give ourselves to each other and receive from each other what we both need - mutual love,... and erotic pain. My favorite is when we both insert an anal dildo connected to a common tens unit. A separate tens unit supplies stimulation to our nipples just at the pain threshold, but the unit connected through our anal plugs is set to maximum. It has a semi-random timer and we never know for sure when it will send lightning through both of us as we make love. The stimulation, the danger, the excitement, the anticipation of pain all drive us wild, and on those days where we time it exactly right and the lighting arrives just was we both peak, the orgasm which we experience together almost equals that first time when we showed the world that masochists are real. And that, my dear, is how I met your mother. = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = END OF STORY Please remember to vote by clicking on one of the stars at the end of the story. If you really liked it, click 5. If you really hated it, click 1, but please click something. = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = =