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The last day started bright and sunny little wind and for all but Jim… late! Jim had swum for a good hour before Ian crawled out next, determined to make the most of this last full day and joining Jim in the refreshing water.
Returning to the house Ian brewed up, Jim going to awaken the women, May first, who simply grunted then wandered off to shower before trundling downstairs to her favourite lounger. Young Jim, being a caring lad asked Wendy as he called her, “are you really was going to allow yourself to be whipped mercilessly today?” as soon as he asked she replied that, “I`ve grown to enjoy sexual pain this week and every time I sit or move on my seat on Monday I want to be reminded that my friends and especially my son, enjoyed me enough to mark me, where is up to them, when I go to work on Monday, I still want to know I had a great holiday, So I am giving my body freely to you three, to do as you will with it, and I shall make that clear at breakfast.”
They were soon out on loungers taking the warm air and eating the food Ian had prepared, all naked, and determined to enjoy this last day of freedom.
Wendy between mouthfuls tried to explain her feelings and hopes by saying, “look, everyone, I have come this week to understand myself a lot better, the things I enjoy sexually, it`s been liberating!” she paused, I have wasted a lot of my life since Jim`s dad left, saving myself, perhaps, who knows, but you three have opened the doors on life for me, it’s a whole world different to my life a month or so back…” she tapered off, then collected her thoughts and then explained, that she wanted, “to be used with the whip at any-time during the day today,” and by, “anyone who felt the need!” She looked around the three faces, “just please not above, or below my working dress-line, and preferably from about dinnertime onward so I can do my share of the packing, oh and swim while we have the chance!
Ian suggested “perhaps they should just take the odd swipe during the day” and perhaps, “as we don’t want to overdo it, do we, we should concentrate our efforts before bed tonight when the car is loaded,!” he also said he needed to refuel the car, so perhaps he would run to the filling station this morning.
Breakfast over the two ladies began their task, Ian throwing on a few clothes, and setting off to the filling station, noting as he passed the for-sale sign on the farm. Returning an hour later he stopped to chat with Megan, outside on the roadside, she asked about their holiday, which he said had been, “just perfect!” He asked why they were selling, to be told, “it was an age thing, they felt just too old to carry on,” so he asked, “what they were going to do and where they were going to retire too!” She invited him in for coffee he went to chat with her and her husband spending a whole hour with them as they explained their retirement plans, before returning to the cottage.
Here he received a wigging for, “being so long.” And “Leaving us to pack etc,” a typical women`s way of thinking. So, he snatched up the whip and laughing he took it to the two ladies rumps telling them, “if they had been any good, they would have had it all-ready to load!” Laughing, they swam together, sunbathed. ate, and generally enjoyed the last day. occasionally when passing Wendy, picked up the whip and gave her back or butt a swipe or two.
it was well after tea, that they fitted her cuffs and clipped them to her collar, securing her wrists so now she could do nothing except try desperately to avoid the lashes! Next Jim began lashing at her backside driving her around the patio and the grass of the small lawn, occasioning much mirth, especially from Ian, who`s cries of, “get along up daisy” and “faster James,” could be heard for some distance… Jim being younger was still breathing reasonably while his mother was forced to stop to catch her breath, being a woman who`s fairly sedimentary lifestyle tended to not be centred around fitness… was taking its toll.
Leaning over the table she took a moment, and the lad slipped himself into her damp channel from the rear. The combination of her gasping for breath and the heat and movement of her gasping body and from her now warm and chastised skin combining to fetch the lad to the boil fairly rapidly. It must be said that Wendy hardly noticed! The lad dropping free and staggering to a lounger to be replaced by Ian, now on a sticky wicket and ramming himself deep into her body with gusto, which, with her breathing easing she did feel. May during the last few moments had vanished indoors while her husband was hammering at her friend, she had over the years revelled in this frenzy of his, knew just how long it could continue and timed it to perfection to return, just as he began to fill Wendy, now head back and taking the load dramatically! Wendy suddenly realising that her friend was wearing the strap on and had a glint in her eye that said she was about to wreak-havoc with that black and menacing rod.
Without letting her rest, Ian stepped back, and May inserted the tip of the thing then rammed it home with as much force as she could muster. It being another four inches longer than its human counterpart it reached into Wendy`s body hammering against her cervix and causing her to emit a strangled cry, without showing any remorse, May began to repeatedly thrust her hips back and forth, each thrust forcing both a gasping cry and tears from the eyes of the recipient. May continued till the root stub of the strap-on brought her to her own climax, just as she had hoped for, when to Wendy`s relief she stopped. It was but a second before she slid the now shining and slippery phallus from her friend. Wendy emitting a sigh of relief and laying slumped on the table top found her rest was short lived, Jim her beloved son was on her once more, his shorter thinner tool hardly being felt, in her wet and stretched tunnel, which laughing she informed him of! It was a mistake on her part as he had simply dipped himself into her to get his tool slippery, then without ado reamed her arse in a single hard ramming stroke. Her cry this time was very real and a lot more, high pitched, especially as having the energy of youth he had recovered enough from the first bout to have the strength to hammer himself home well and truly. The assault lasted some seven or eight minutes, until the lad hit his crescendo and Ian stood waiting. After a moment as the lads tool fell from her ravaged passage, he was quick to replace it!
Spurred on by the lads performance, Ian managed to acquit himself well for a mature man who had already left a fair size deposit less than 30 minutes before, his thicker and slightly longer tool stretching her anal ring considerably to her consternation. He was slower to achieve his aims this time, his victim feeling her back passage almost burning from the friction of his thrusting, ramming, and cramming. She felt him pumping quite a surprising emission into her, filling her bowel then his removal and the cool air on the ravaged nerves, thanking her maker that it was over, though it was shot-lived once more as she felt the head of that terrible black imitation cock at her back door and knew what was about to happen. Wild-eyed with fear she cried out “NO, no , please no,” but her friend was already leaning forward, that hideous head was stretching already stretched muscles and nerves, pain coursing through her whole being, her elbows on the hard surface of the table slats, her fingers would by now have been pinching at those slats, but were now instinctively clawing at the air, they being secured to her collar at her throat. Centimetre by centimetre the thick black invader pushed and stretched her aching anal ring, as it crept further and further into her passage. Her cry`s just a whimper now, a complete surrender to the inevitable, tears flowing freely. The menacing tool retreated, then cool air replaced it, and she knew it was over, her friend had relented.
Her elation was again short lived, Jim`s tool was now presented at her lips. she had said, “Do with me whatever you will,” and do as they would they were! His tip was to her mouth back, along her tongue, gently humping against her soft throat tissue, she had little of a view but suddenly was aware of his upper body moving. A red-hot pain roared through her buttocks as the whip struck for that first time, she was inclined to automatically clamp down on the member, fortunately managing to resist the temptation, though it was a close thing showing young Jim`s lack of forethought and noted by Ian, mentally making the note not to get his own tool into that position at a moments of distress!
The leather swished again, then again, and again, her buttocks glowing now, as Jim`s third load filled her, this time at throat level! Ian relived him of the whip, the lad taking a place with May who was shedding the strap on while sat watching from one of the loungers. Ian placed his hand on her back to settle her and with his loose hand swung the leather leaving pinky red stripes on both her back and buttocks in equal measures in a rain of blows that fell for a few long minutes. She writhed under the onslaught, in the grip of the pain, her face one of sheer extasy, as she began to climax, his strokes now regular hard but not excessive, more for the effect than the punishment. She fixed him with her eyes, they instantly understood one another perfectly… he enjoying giving and her receiving… pain by mutual consent.
Both onlookers knew that they were watching fetish sex on a high level, they kissed, their eyes fixed on Wendy, now giving her all to Ian in the only way she knew how…it was the situation, the moment, they all knew at that instant only Ian`s will power, his control of his lust would save her from injury or even death and she was so in the zone that she just didn’t care. Slowly she opened her legs, the inference obvious, her ultimate offer to this whip wielding male, who groaned as he realised her sacrifice… strokes now fell on the inner thighs, stinging slapping strokes that left her skin red marked and hurting deliciously, her eyes implored him not to play with her, her cry of “PLEASE” the final straw… he had no hesitation, if she wanted it then she should have it.
The watcher tensed, by now May was engaged at the old game, mid stride, sat on Jim`s lap, both watching intensely, as like a robot Ian raised the leather… and… swoosh…the arm swung, s-l-a-p the leather wrapped itself down the waiting channel and into the most tender spot on a woman`s body. Wendy`s face contorted, deep red hot pain mixed with joy in equal measures coursed through her, but only her hips twitching with the beginnings of the greatest climax she had ever enjoyed, she nodded cried “yessss,” and that arm lifting again and repeating the whole pain-filled act once more, perhaps harder this time, hitting accurately and raising a shriek that frightened birds beginning to roost in the ancient trees. Instantly both watchers hit their own high note`s, and Ian`s tool discharged a mighty gout of seed over the face of the now hard-climaxing body he had just violated. They all knew it was over.
The watchers too achieved their aims, then silence fell over the garden like a cloak
After a rest, they removed cuffs and collar before naked with the darkness cloaking them, they wandered to the cool water of the sea, Wendy moving uncomfortably, aided by the two men on the steep pathway.
The cool water bathed away some of the pain, small phosphorus sparkling waves made it a magic moment, stars twinkled, distant pinpricks of light marked dwellings, the distant hotel on the Orme and along the coast, and the few ships anchored awaiting orders to move into the distant Mersey. It was just sublime, refreshing and reviving, arm in arm all four now in high spirits clambered back to the house, it had been a grand holiday.
After breakfast next day, they washed up, tidied the last bits into the motor and set off, Wendy choosing a cushion to sit on and not moving easily. They stopped at the farm leaving the key, the old couple smiling and he saying they, “would see them again soon!”
They returned up the A55, then off at Chester wandering home via Nantwich and the usual route back to Newcastle and towards to the village. Familiar ground…they were back… At Wendy`s as they unloaded Ian kissed her, then announced that once the solicitors had dealt with it, they were all going again, regularly… back to the house on the headlands, the place he had bought yesterday!
The last day started bright and sunny little wind and for all but Jim… late! Jim had swum for a good hour before Ian crawled out next, determined to make the most of this last full day and joining Jim in the refreshing water.
Returning to the house Ian brewed up, Jim going to awaken the women, May first, who simply grunted then wandered off to shower before trundling downstairs to her favourite lounger. Young Jim, being a caring lad asked Wendy as he called her, “are you really was going to allow yourself to be whipped mercilessly today?” as soon as he asked she replied that, “I`ve grown to enjoy sexual pain this week and every time I sit or move on my seat on Monday I want to be reminded that my friends and especially my son, enjoyed me enough to mark me, where is up to them, when I go to work on Monday, I still want to know I had a great holiday, So I am giving my body freely to you three, to do as you will with it, and I shall make that clear at breakfast.”
They were soon out on loungers taking the warm air and eating the food Ian had prepared, all naked, and determined to enjoy this last day of freedom.
Wendy between mouthfuls tried to explain her feelings and hopes by saying, “look, everyone, I have come this week to understand myself a lot better, the things I enjoy sexually, it`s been liberating!” she paused, I have wasted a lot of my life since Jim`s dad left, saving myself, perhaps, who knows, but you three have opened the doors on life for me, it’s a whole world different to my life a month or so back…” she tapered off, then collected her thoughts and then explained, that she wanted, “to be used with the whip at any-time during the day today,” and by, “anyone who felt the need!” She looked around the three faces, “just please not above, or below my working dress-line, and preferably from about dinnertime onward so I can do my share of the packing, oh and swim while we have the chance!
Ian suggested “perhaps they should just take the odd swipe during the day” and perhaps, “as we don’t want to overdo it, do we, we should concentrate our efforts before bed tonight when the car is loaded,!” he also said he needed to refuel the car, so perhaps he would run to the filling station this morning.
Breakfast over the two ladies began their task, Ian throwing on a few clothes, and setting off to the filling station, noting as he passed the for-sale sign on the farm. Returning an hour later he stopped to chat with Megan, outside on the roadside, she asked about their holiday, which he said had been, “just perfect!” He asked why they were selling, to be told, “it was an age thing, they felt just too old to carry on,” so he asked, “what they were going to do and where they were going to retire too!” She invited him in for coffee he went to chat with her and her husband spending a whole hour with them as they explained their retirement plans, before returning to the cottage.
Here he received a wigging for, “being so long.” And “Leaving us to pack etc,” a typical women`s way of thinking. So, he snatched up the whip and laughing he took it to the two ladies rumps telling them, “if they had been any good, they would have had it all-ready to load!” Laughing, they swam together, sunbathed. ate, and generally enjoyed the last day. occasionally when passing Wendy, picked up the whip and gave her back or butt a swipe or two.
it was well after tea, that they fitted her cuffs and clipped them to her collar, securing her wrists so now she could do nothing except try desperately to avoid the lashes! Next Jim began lashing at her backside driving her around the patio and the grass of the small lawn, occasioning much mirth, especially from Ian, who`s cries of, “get along up daisy” and “faster James,” could be heard for some distance… Jim being younger was still breathing reasonably while his mother was forced to stop to catch her breath, being a woman who`s fairly sedimentary lifestyle tended to not be centred around fitness… was taking its toll.
Leaning over the table she took a moment, and the lad slipped himself into her damp channel from the rear. The combination of her gasping for breath and the heat and movement of her gasping body and from her now warm and chastised skin combining to fetch the lad to the boil fairly rapidly. It must be said that Wendy hardly noticed! The lad dropping free and staggering to a lounger to be replaced by Ian, now on a sticky wicket and ramming himself deep into her body with gusto, which, with her breathing easing she did feel. May during the last few moments had vanished indoors while her husband was hammering at her friend, she had over the years revelled in this frenzy of his, knew just how long it could continue and timed it to perfection to return, just as he began to fill Wendy, now head back and taking the load dramatically! Wendy suddenly realising that her friend was wearing the strap on and had a glint in her eye that said she was about to wreak-havoc with that black and menacing rod.
Without letting her rest, Ian stepped back, and May inserted the tip of the thing then rammed it home with as much force as she could muster. It being another four inches longer than its human counterpart it reached into Wendy`s body hammering against her cervix and causing her to emit a strangled cry, without showing any remorse, May began to repeatedly thrust her hips back and forth, each thrust forcing both a gasping cry and tears from the eyes of the recipient. May continued till the root stub of the strap-on brought her to her own climax, just as she had hoped for, when to Wendy`s relief she stopped. It was but a second before she slid the now shining and slippery phallus from her friend. Wendy emitting a sigh of relief and laying slumped on the table top found her rest was short lived, Jim her beloved son was on her once more, his shorter thinner tool hardly being felt, in her wet and stretched tunnel, which laughing she informed him of! It was a mistake on her part as he had simply dipped himself into her to get his tool slippery, then without ado reamed her arse in a single hard ramming stroke. Her cry this time was very real and a lot more, high pitched, especially as having the energy of youth he had recovered enough from the first bout to have the strength to hammer himself home well and truly. The assault lasted some seven or eight minutes, until the lad hit his crescendo and Ian stood waiting. After a moment as the lads tool fell from her ravaged passage, he was quick to replace it!
Spurred on by the lads performance, Ian managed to acquit himself well for a mature man who had already left a fair size deposit less than 30 minutes before, his thicker and slightly longer tool stretching her anal ring considerably to her consternation. He was slower to achieve his aims this time, his victim feeling her back passage almost burning from the friction of his thrusting, ramming, and cramming. She felt him pumping quite a surprising emission into her, filling her bowel then his removal and the cool air on the ravaged nerves, thanking her maker that it was over, though it was shot-lived once more as she felt the head of that terrible black imitation cock at her back door and knew what was about to happen. Wild-eyed with fear she cried out “NO, no , please no,” but her friend was already leaning forward, that hideous head was stretching already stretched muscles and nerves, pain coursing through her whole being, her elbows on the hard surface of the table slats, her fingers would by now have been pinching at those slats, but were now instinctively clawing at the air, they being secured to her collar at her throat. Centimetre by centimetre the thick black invader pushed and stretched her aching anal ring, as it crept further and further into her passage. Her cry`s just a whimper now, a complete surrender to the inevitable, tears flowing freely. The menacing tool retreated, then cool air replaced it, and she knew it was over, her friend had relented.
Her elation was again short lived, Jim`s tool was now presented at her lips. she had said, “Do with me whatever you will,” and do as they would they were! His tip was to her mouth back, along her tongue, gently humping against her soft throat tissue, she had little of a view but suddenly was aware of his upper body moving. A red-hot pain roared through her buttocks as the whip struck for that first time, she was inclined to automatically clamp down on the member, fortunately managing to resist the temptation, though it was a close thing showing young Jim`s lack of forethought and noted by Ian, mentally making the note not to get his own tool into that position at a moments of distress!
The leather swished again, then again, and again, her buttocks glowing now, as Jim`s third load filled her, this time at throat level! Ian relived him of the whip, the lad taking a place with May who was shedding the strap on while sat watching from one of the loungers. Ian placed his hand on her back to settle her and with his loose hand swung the leather leaving pinky red stripes on both her back and buttocks in equal measures in a rain of blows that fell for a few long minutes. She writhed under the onslaught, in the grip of the pain, her face one of sheer extasy, as she began to climax, his strokes now regular hard but not excessive, more for the effect than the punishment. She fixed him with her eyes, they instantly understood one another perfectly… he enjoying giving and her receiving… pain by mutual consent.
Both onlookers knew that they were watching fetish sex on a high level, they kissed, their eyes fixed on Wendy, now giving her all to Ian in the only way she knew how…it was the situation, the moment, they all knew at that instant only Ian`s will power, his control of his lust would save her from injury or even death and she was so in the zone that she just didn’t care. Slowly she opened her legs, the inference obvious, her ultimate offer to this whip wielding male, who groaned as he realised her sacrifice… strokes now fell on the inner thighs, stinging slapping strokes that left her skin red marked and hurting deliciously, her eyes implored him not to play with her, her cry of “PLEASE” the final straw… he had no hesitation, if she wanted it then she should have it.
The watcher tensed, by now May was engaged at the old game, mid stride, sat on Jim`s lap, both watching intensely, as like a robot Ian raised the leather… and… swoosh…the arm swung, s-l-a-p the leather wrapped itself down the waiting channel and into the most tender spot on a woman`s body. Wendy`s face contorted, deep red hot pain mixed with joy in equal measures coursed through her, but only her hips twitching with the beginnings of the greatest climax she had ever enjoyed, she nodded cried “yessss,” and that arm lifting again and repeating the whole pain-filled act once more, perhaps harder this time, hitting accurately and raising a shriek that frightened birds beginning to roost in the ancient trees. Instantly both watchers hit their own high note`s, and Ian`s tool discharged a mighty gout of seed over the face of the now hard-climaxing body he had just violated. They all knew it was over.
The watchers too achieved their aims, then silence fell over the garden like a cloak
After a rest, they removed cuffs and collar before naked with the darkness cloaking them, they wandered to the cool water of the sea, Wendy moving uncomfortably, aided by the two men on the steep pathway.
The cool water bathed away some of the pain, small phosphorus sparkling waves made it a magic moment, stars twinkled, distant pinpricks of light marked dwellings, the distant hotel on the Orme and along the coast, and the few ships anchored awaiting orders to move into the distant Mersey. It was just sublime, refreshing and reviving, arm in arm all four now in high spirits clambered back to the house, it had been a grand holiday.
After breakfast next day, they washed up, tidied the last bits into the motor and set off, Wendy choosing a cushion to sit on and not moving easily. They stopped at the farm leaving the key, the old couple smiling and he saying they, “would see them again soon!”
They returned up the A55, then off at Chester wandering home via Nantwich and the usual route back to Newcastle and towards to the village. Familiar ground…they were back… At Wendy`s as they unloaded Ian kissed her, then announced that once the solicitors had dealt with it, they were all going again, regularly… back to the house on the headlands, the place he had bought yesterday!
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