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Katie's Pain Lesson

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Chapter 1

I live for my senses.

Touch, sound, smell, taste and sight. I am a very sensitive person. Not one who is moody, but one who enjoys having my senses stimulated.

Especially touch and sound.

Harsh touches and cracking sounds.

Nothing thrills me more than a harsh blow waking up my nerve endings or the magical sound of something hitting my flesh. To be restrained while it is happening is even better.

As far back as I can remember, I have always been that way. I remember as a k** I'd dream that someone had me bound in some fashion while making me squirm with what they were doing to me.

I was captured by Indians and tortured.

A street gang would grab me off the street and it would be gang-bang time, complete with bonds and hours of sex.

I'd be transported back in history and get a*****ed by a ship load of pirates that knew how to treat a captive.

I'd dream of a future husband being a very demanding man who knew how to keep his wife in line with ropes, whips and cock.

And what became of these dreams?

They are being fulfilled daily. But that's getting ahead of my story, isn't it?

I think I had a typical c***dhood, except for my unusual dreams. I was popular at school, with both girls and boys. I made good grades, joined all the usual high school clubs and such. Was in the band, chorus and so on. Teachers seemed to like me as I never gave them much grief.

But there was always something missing that I could never quite reach.

Until I met Jason my freshman year in college.

Jason came breezing into my life exactly two months into my freshman year at State. When John, my date for the evening, introduced me to Jason I all but drooled. I was really quite pathetic.

My mouth dropped open and I'm sure my tongue was hanging out during the introduction. Not quite an auspicious beginning. But if you saw Jason (and if you were female, too, or even a segment of the male population too) I'm sure you would understand.

Jason stands six-five. Has light brown hair with golden streaks from the sun. Wide, and I mean, wide shoulders, rippled chest and stomach, narrow hips and legs that look like Gothic columns. Eyes a shade of blue that anyone would kill for. A firm, square face complete with a dented chin and dimples.

God, what a hunk and a half.

But there is much more to Jason than just mere looks. He has this aura that surrounds him, as if he is god, all powerful, all knowing, all everything. Just to look at him you know that he will be whatever he wants to be in life.

At that moment all I knew was I wanted to be part of him. In any oh way he wanted me. Underfoot. Hanging aloft. Tied in knots. Or in any manner whatsoever.

Without stretching the truth, I almost knelt at his feet during John's introduction. And the knowing smile that he gave me let me know that he knew how I felt. I was his and he knew it.

Reaching out his hand to me, I took it. All thoughts of John, of the others attending the party, of mom, of school and everything else, disappeared as his hand enveloped mine and led me to the dance floor.

When his arm came around my back and pulled me to him, smashing my nose into his chest, I knew I was totally lost. At that moment he could have killed me, or striped me naked on the dance floor, or fucked me and I would have been in total agreement with his desire.

But naturally nothing like that happened. All we did was dance. And dance and dance. I'm sure that some of those dances were fast ones, but we danced slow. My arms were around his neck and his around my body, occasionally a hand would slip down to grab my ass but I was far from protesting anything he did.

"You are mine," he said into my hair as he crushed me to his very solid frame.

I felt his huge, massive, aroused cock pressed into my stomach and didn't even pause to answer, "Yes."

"Good. I like women who know their place."

I wasn't quite sure what his words meant, but I sure wasn't going to argue with him about them. If he liked my response, I was more than content.

"Do you know your place, Kate?"

Know my place? I could hardly remember my name, but he did deserve an answer, so I asked, "With you?"

"Yes. With me. Let's go."

He took my hand and began to lead me out of the Delta House. I didn't even glance to see if John was there to say good-by to, in fact I wasn't even sure if I was aware of John at all.

The early November air was cool but I assigned my jacket to the lost and found department as he lead me to his car. Naturally it was a Vet. Naturally it was red. And naturally it was parked directly in front of the front door of Delta House. Where else would it be parked?

Jason didn't bother to open my door, and somehow I knew not to expect him to, as he just pointed and I followed the order of his finger as he slid into the driver's seat, started the engine, told me to fasten my seat belt, and we drove away into the night.

I had no idea where we were going and didn't give a damn either. All I cared about was I was with Jason and he was with me.

"Unbutton your blouse and take it off."

"I... I beg your pardon?"

"Take off your blouse now, or get out. Which is it to be?"

What a dumb assed question.

"The ahhh the blouse."

"I thought as much. Take it off and hand it here."

I never recalled having problems with my fingers before, but I sure as hell did then. For some reason it felt like I was the possessor of ten thumbs, all working a cross-purposes of each other. The buttons seemed to be five times bigger than the buttonholes, but I did finally manage to get them all undone.

Then it was a fight with the seat belt. I swear there were at least ten straps holding me in place as I tried to dodge them to get my arms out of the sleeves. But finally I did succeed in doing that simple chore, too, and handed it to Jason as he drove down the street.

"Sweet," he said when I handed him my blouse. A second later it was flying out his window to swirl around before landing on the blacktop as we sped away.

What had I gotten myself into this time?

I couldn't believe it. Here I was. With a total stranger. My blouse was lying somewhere on the road behind us. All I knew about him was that he turned me on like no one else had ever done.

But that did seem to be enough at the moment.

"Now the bra."

Bra? What was that?

"Take it off and give it to me."

Right.

Sure.

And you'll throw it out the window too, I suppose.

What could I do?

I took off the bra and handed it to him just like he wanted.

"Nice touch. I like silk." He tossed it in the back seat.

Maybe I could retrieve it later. But that was later. This was now. What would he do or say next?

"Place the seat belt between your tits. Good. Now lace your fingers together and put them behind your neck. I want your tits pointing straight out and available for my hand.

Fingers? Neck? Oh, yea, I can do that. Available for what?

His hand.

It was a very warm hand that touched my left tit. He slid his hand under my tit, as if weighing it. I recall wondering if it passed inspection or not.

It must have, because he began to rearrange it. He squeezed my tit. Pinched the nipple, which just happen to be hard and very aroused. Then he bounced my boob up and down as if he were dribbling a small ball attached to my chest.

Then his hand slid over to do the same with my right one as I struggled to hold still. Which wasn't easy. I was getting hotter than hell with each passing second and each touch.

But there was no way in hell that I'd do anything but what he said to do.

I really can't explain it. I knew that Jason and I were destined to be together. I knew he would fulfill all of my fantasies, and perhaps beyond.

So what did it matter that I was sitting naked from the waist up, driving down city streets for all to see, as Jason's hand took possession of my hot tits?

It didn't matter at all. I was precisely were I wanted to be. With the man I was destined to be with. And suddenly I was very glad that I came to him as a virgin. A very frustrated virgin, but a virgin nevertheless.

A horny virgin to boot. And getting hornier by the second.

Somehow it seemed appropriate that the passing street lights showed my bared tits to all who cared to look and see them. I had never really thought much about exhibitionism.

My dreams had always centered around the reception of pain and bonds. But if Jason wanted to show the world my body, I was more than wiling for it to be shown.

Then suddenly his hand was gone and he was down shifting the Vet and we were turning into a driveway.

I quickly came to the conclusion that Jason had the bucks at his disposal. The Vet was the first clue. His house the second.

Typically college students who lived off-campus did not live in the best of neighborhoods. That was not the case of Jason. As the garage door closed with a hum behind us, I almost classified his place as a mansion.

The fucking place had twelve Gothic columns along the front protocol. A quick glance at the rest of the space of the garage proved that five more cars could be parked there with ease.

I was pulled out of my revelry as Jason opened his door and stepped out, followed by his one word, "Come."

What could I do?

I opened the door and stepped out.

I must admit that I felt very conspicuous without any clothing on the upper half of my body, but I sure as hell didn't let that fact stop me from doing exactly as he said, as I followed him into the house.

Decadent splendor summed up the place.

Chandeliers. Plush carpeting. Rich wood. Antiques nestled in highly polished display cases. I saw those and much more as I followed silently in his wake as we passed through room after room.

Just as I was thinking about the obviously missing servants, one appeared. There was no doubt in my mind that she was a maid. But she was also much much more.

I'm sure many of you have seen or dreamed about the "French Maid", complete with skin tight mini skirt with white laced apron and cap atop a magnificent face. Well there she was, complete with blond hair most women would kill to have. And her body? Needless to say, I was envious.

And her reaction to my partial nudity?

She smiled and continued to polish a mirror as we passed.

Jason pinched her ass on the way by and she gave a very delightful squeal that I could only assume was pleasurable.

Jason obviously romped with his staff. And who could blame him, if she was an example. I wondered what the male staff was like, but quickly set aside that thought as we entered what could only be the master bedroom. Master?

Yes, that was the correct word and I suddenly knew what Jason's appeal was to me.

He was to become my master.

"Remove your clothes and stand by that chair. I'll be with you in a moment."

Instantly I began to obey his words as I thought that he seemed very sure of himself. But then that was what had attracted me in the first place.

I toed off my shoes, unzipped my skirt and pull it, half slit and panty hose to the floor and stepped out of them.

As I walked to the appointed chair I took in my surroundings.

The room was at least thirty by fifty. Massive, ornate furniture complemented the room beautifully. The bed, of course, was a four poster and I wasn't surprised in the least to see rings embedded in all four posts.

The entire wall to my left was a walk-in closet. To my right was the master bathroom, where Jason was. A balcony could be seen behind the sheer d****ries of midnight blue. There was even a fireplace.

Yes, no doubt about it. Jason was fucking rich and wasn't ashamed of flaunting it.

As my cool fingers caressed the suede chair that I had been assigned to, Jason reentered the room.

Gone were the pullover shirt and jeans and in there place was leather. Leather pants that hugged his muscular legs and a leather vest that showed his well built chest to advantage.

His right hand held leather bands connected by short golden chains. His left a riding crop.

I felt a shiver of... lust? trickle down my spine as I recognized what he held in his hands.

I knew that shortly fantasy would become reality.

Would it be as good? I wondered.

Time would tell.

Tucking the crop under his arm, he took the leather bands and held them out toward me.

With only fantasy to work with, I knew what was expected of me as I lifted my hands, palms up, in front of me.

Neither of us spoke as he fastened the first one to my left wrist. Then still without speaking, he turned me around and I had enough sense to place my hands behind me as the right wrist became encircled with the stiff, padded leather.

The short, golden chain tickled my spine and goose bumps paraded up and down my entire body. The next instance his warm hand was pressing into my shoulder blades and I was being forced over the back of the suede chair.

I had never thought much about leather before, but as my stomach, chest and face came into contact with the soft, subtle suede I knew that I was addicted to having leather in my life.

"It's your first time, isn't it," came Jason's voice behind me as his hand reached out and touched my quivering ass, atop the back of the chair.

I almost jumped at his touch as I managed to get out a shaky, "Yes," as his hand explored my pleading flesh.

Would he whip me? Or just spank my ass? Whip, spank, ahh, such dreams. Dreams that would soon become reality.

How would I react to the pain?

I had dreamed of it often, but had never participated in the actual administration thereof. Would I take it in stride? Or would I whimper and scream?

I truly didn't know.

But I did know that I would never be the same when Jason was done with me.

His warm hand traveled over each buttock. Fingers wedged themselves in the crack. They dug deeper.

The tip of his finger gave a quick jab to my brownie, then slid down my lubricated track.

I spread my legs way out to the sides of the chair and was rewarded with his finger tip touching my pleading clit.

"It may be your first time, but you do know what you want, don't you?"

"I... ahah yes." I was almost past the stage of coherent speech, what with his magical hand and fingers.

"And what is that you want, Kate?"

What did I want? I thought amid my befuddled maundering.

"I... I ahh want you."

"Yes. I know that. But what do you want me to do to you?"

Do? How in the hell was I suppose to think at a time like that?

"I... ahhh I..."

"Come on. You can say it. What do you want me to do to you, Kate?"

"Hur... hurt me." There, I said it. I actually said it out loud and felt a release of tensions.

"Yes," his voice was calm and soothing. "You want to be hurt. I knew that the instance I saw you at the dance. Your eyes told me. They almost pleaded with me to harm you. But you want more than pain don't you?"

"More?"

"Yes. Much more. It is all new to you, isn't it?"

"What?"

"Everything. I bet you're a virgin, aren't you?"

How the hell did he know that? Well, however he knew it, there was no point in denying it, .after all he would learn shortly, wouldn't he?

"I... yesss I am. How did you know?"

"You told me."

"No, I didn't. I never said a word about it."

"Oh, but you did. Not with your voice but with your eyes and your body. You told me that you were a virgin. You want pain and bondage. You want to be a slave to your hidden lusts. Right now you are wondering if the kiss of the whip to your ass will be as good as you've imagined it to be, aren't you?"

Was this guy psyche? No one else ever saw that in my eyes or body. Did he really "read" me that well?

As I did him?

Was that it? Were we so in tune that we knew what the other wanted? I knew the moment I saw him that he would treat me the way I wanted. Was it the same for him?

"Answer my question, Kate."

Question? Oh, yea, about wondering if the pain will be as good as I dreamed it would be.

"Yes."

I heard him chuckle as he slipped his finger up my wet track and I swear to God I could feel him touch my blasted cherry with his finger tip.

"A frustrated virgin. A frustrated, pain loving, tie-her-up, virgin. I knew there was a God."

He pulled his finger out of me and I almost cried with its loss.

"Tell me, where do you want to be hurt first? Does your pussy want to feel the kiss of the crop? Or is it your ass? Perhaps your tits? Or do you want to be hurt all over at the same time? Tell me," his finger jabbed into me again pressing against my cherry, "where do you want it first?"

"I... ahh I..."

"Tell me, Kate. Where do you want to be hurt first? I want to make you happy, tell me. If you want to be hurt with twenty whips at the same time for your first, I'll arrange it."

Twenty at once?

How?

What did I want?

How the hell was I suppose to answer questions when he was driving me insane?

I buried my face in the soft suede and almost cried with frustration. "I... I don't know."

"Ahhhh it must be hell. So frustrated. So excited to have dreams become reality. But not knowing what you want. Do you want me to choose? Is that it?"

"Yesss." The perfect option.

"Such a charmer. I'd be delighted to choose."

He paused for a moment.

Again he withdrew his finger from my snatch, and I knew he stood up straight behind me.

"Stand up and turn around."

I didn't think I had enough strength to comply and it was awkward as hell. But digging my toes into the floor, my knees into the back of the chair, I did manage to stand and turn to face him.

But I didn't have the nerve to look into his eyes. He easily solved that problem by using the stiff crop under my chin to raise my head until I was forced to met his eyes. And his smile.

"Care to hear my choice?"

Speech was beyond my ability. I nodded my head.

He smiled again.

"I choose the first to be your pussy."

Visions of the crop slamming into my tender pussy made me gasp. But it was a gasp of longing. How did he know?

Yes, I had dreamed of my ass and tits being whipped, but the most recurring dream was of my pussy being abused until I screamed with pain/pleasure.

"And you are going to offer up your pussy for the crop, aren't you?"

Again I nodded my head. He did understand me. More than I did myself.

"Come and sit on the end of the bed." Stiff, quivering legs carried me forward as he placed his hand on my elbow and led me to the massive bed. As I sat on the cool satin spread I couldn't help but look at the hooks embedded in the posts beside me.

"The hooks fascinate you, don't they? But we won't use them now because you are going to offer your pussy to my whip. Lay back."

The satin sent chills all over me as I laid back, my ass perched on the edge, feet on the floor, and hands pressed into the small of my back.

How was I going to offer him my pussy?

Could I really do it?

Or would I chicken out?

"Now raise your legs and reach your feet to the posts."

That answered that question.

If I did as told there would be no way he could miss whipping my opened pussy.

I raised my legs and spread them as wide as I could as Jason stepped between them, crop in hand.

"Such a pretty pussy. Will it like the pain?"

I saw him raise the crop and bring it toward my opened pussy. And I couldn't help it. I started to bring my legs together.

He laid the flared end at the top of my pussy. "Ahh the doubt remains, doesn't it? Spread your legs, Kate. Spread them for your pain. That's it. Wider. Try to imagine how much this can hurt you."

He used the flared end gently. Sliding it up and down my quaking opening. Up and down. Dipping in and Out of my wet flesh as my legs opened and closed.

I was afraid.

I was curious.

I was horny as hell.

Back and forth it went. In and out went my legs. I couldn't keep them opened.

He wasn't hurting me. Far from it. He was teasing the hell out of me. Just when I thought he would use the crop to inflict pain and I'd close my legs around it, he slid it back and forth driving me more insane with each passing second and touch.

"I won't hurt you until you want me to. When you are ready all you have to do is keep your legs open. The decision is yours. It will always be yours."

Back and forth the crop went, getting wetter and wetter with each passing as my legs continued to move in and out like a yo-yo on a string.

Until I could stand it no longer.

Taking a deep breath, I stretched my legs toward the posts, my toes curled around them and I closed my eyes.

"Dooo it, for God's sake do it," I screamed out in total frustration. I knew, I knew that he would continue to run the crop in and out of me, up and down my pussy until I kept my legs out of the way. And I knew, just as he did, that eventually I would keep my legs out of the way, if for no other reason than curiosity.

But curiosity was fast loosing its appeal as hominess took over. I just had to know how the crop would feel on my opened pussy.

"Open your eyes, Kate. I want you to watch the crop come at your opened pussy. I want to see your reaction."

My eyes snapped open to see him.

Slowly, as giving me time to change my mind, he brought the crop up between my legs. I had the sudden urge to close my legs but kept them firmly at my sides, toes curled around the bed posts as the crop started to descend.

But it descended slowly. Slowly. Until it gave my pussy another gently tap.

"Oh, yes. A true pain lover. Watch the crop, Kate, because it will give you the pain you want this time. Watch it."

Watch it I did.

In a blur of speed Jason raised the crop and brought it crashing down to my opened pussy.

Instantly my body registered massive pain. It felt like my pussy was on fire. Somehow he had managed to land the flared head directly on, not only my clit, but both blood filled lips at the same time.

Roaring fire flooded my sopping pussy, instantly followed by a climax so intense my pussy leaped off the supporting bed and jerked in the air. My toes dug into the posts so deeply that they supported the entire lower half of my body as I quivered, shook and came until I crashed totally spent.

I don't know what Jason thought of my reactions but all I could think was, "Yes. Yes. Yes"

With just one, granted it was a very firm one, I was climaxing. Fantasy and reality had become one. I knew that my life from there on would never be the same.

I had tasted pain and could never deny it again.

Gone were dreams. I knew what I wanted. What I needed in my life.

Pain and Jason.



Chapter 2

At the peak of my climax I saw his arm become another blur of motion.

I arched even higher off the bed, offering him my pussy. Offering him any damned thing he wanted from me. I felt my clit smash into the underlying bone and went into hyper climax. I could actually feel my cunt juices dribbling out of me as he took a backswing and hit my raised target again.

I was beyond screaming.

Beyond pain.

I was in a total, all consuming lust as he hit my pussy again. But in my effort to raise my pussy even higher, my feet slipped off the posts and I crashed back to the bed and slowly came back to reality. And to Jason.

"Oh, yes. You will do quite nicely, Kate. Now I want you to sit up and offer me your beautiful tits."

Fantasy be damned, it was hard to sit up with your hands behind your back. But I did manage it, ungracefully, but accomplish it I did.

"No, no. Offer your tits to the crop. Make them reach out for it."

I had thought with my arms behind me that my chest was more than enough forward. Not so Jason. So I wiggled my ass on the satin, arched my back, pulled my shoulders way back and I stuck my tits out as far as I could.

"Much better. I'm sure you will learn in time. Now, which one should be kissed by the crop first? Can you decide that on your own?"

Decide? I was having a hard time remembering my damned name. Let alone what tits were. But I did manage an answer.

"Left."

"Left what?"

Where had I gotten the idea that Jason was smart?

Ahh, then I understood what he wanted.

"Pleasse aahh whip my aah left titt aahh I mean aaah nipple."

"Ah, an exact location. Whip your left nipple. How hard?"

How hard?

Did it make a difference?

How hard was hard, anyway? I sure as hell didn't have any experience to draw from. Except...

"As aah hard as you aah whipped my aah pussy."

"Oh, OK. I'll do it easy, then."

He had whipped my pussy easy?

All of that pain was from mild strokes?

If that was easy, I was very glad I didn't request hard on my nipple.

With rapid movements of his wrist, he set the end of the crop into a flashing blur as he brought it closer and closer and closer to my pointed tit. I could feel the breeze it created. Again I turned chicken.

My back lost its arch.

"That's ok, Kate. We have all night. When you are ready again just let me know and you'll get to feel the crop hit your nipple. We both know you will, don't we?"

Of course he was right. We did both know it. But knowing and pointing your nipple out for a crop to hit were two very different things at that moment in time.

He started rubbing the flared head of the crop back and forth, back and forth across my nipple. With each passing it grew harder. The skin pulled tighter and slowly I arched into it. I arched so damned much I thought my spine would crack at the strain.

He brought his hand back, paused then whipped it forward into my nipple so fast I hardly saw it happen. But my nipple didn't doubt its landing in the least.

My whole tit shook back and forth on my arched chest. My nipple felt like a thousand bees had just stung it. Were still stinging it. The pain filled not only the nipple, but all of me. From head to toe. And it found a welcoming center in my clit. And I was off and running again.

"YYyeesssss aaaaaaaaaaahh yeeesssss."

Another black blur was coming at me. This time to land on my right nipple.

It didn't matter. I just came harder with both tits filled with soaring pain. A streak of black stayed in front of my tits. Back and forth it went from one to the other. A high speed film couldn't have recorded it slamming into me. But I didn't care about filming. I was too consumed with coming.

Again my body betrayed me as I flopped back on the bed and the black blur went away.

"A nice beginning, Kate. Now slide up the bed and open your pussy for my cock."

That I could do.

Well, I thought I could, but the slippery satin had other ideas until finally I did an ungraceful crab walk as he followed me up the mattress and knelt between my legs.

"Open them wide for me, Kate. That's it. Now raise up to me. Take me in you. Here I come. Aahh yesss."

I dug my heels into the slippery surface and as he held his cock in place I slid around it. Jason didn't take my cherry. I gave it to him as I shoved my hips up and he sank in.

With that barrier out of the we fucked each other.

God, oh God, was it ever great. No doubt about it. Fucking is one of life's greatest pleasures, pastimes and physical activities.

I had a pain-warmed body that was not content to lay there passively. I mean I fucked him. He fucked me, too. And when his hands came to my recently whipped tits, I went ape shit. My legs wrapped around him and pulled him even closer and deeper. He couldn't fill me enough. I had had an empty pussy for eighteen years.

But no more. Having once tasted how it felt full, I knew I'd never be content with it empty again.

And quite truthfully, I didn't really care what it was filled with. Cock was great. So was anything else that could get inside it. And I had the rest of my life to experiment to see just what would fit in it.

When our bodies finally shuttered to a stop, Jason reached behind me and unfastened the leather bands and we curled up together atop the satin spread and plain and simple cuddled. And that was great, too. I felt content, as least for the moment.

But as I laid there I couldn't help but think about the future. Running my hand over his well formed chest, I said, "You know what I always wanted to try?"

"No. What is that?"

"Don't think I'm weird or anything, but..."

"How could I call you weird? It should be painfully obvious that we are very compatible. So?"

"Well, it's this thing I have for leather. A leather skirt to be precise."

"OK. A leather skirt. What's so special about it?"

"Not the skirt, although it is important. It's what happens when I wear it."

"And what's that?"

"I get my ass spanked. Well, actually the skirt gets spanked because I'm wearing it. A short, black mini skirt. It hugs every crease of my ass and hips. Just barely covers my hot pussy as I bend over for the paddling."

"OK. That's easy to do. What's the problem?"

"Jason, you are the one who is rich. Not me. I can't afford a good leather skirt. Hey, that's it. How about collaboration? You provide the skirt and paddle and I provide the ass. Interested?"

He laughed and wrapping his arms around me pulled me on top of him. "Very interested. And you are right. I can well afford to buy a leather skirt for you to get paddled in. How about Friday?"

"I have to wait two days? Well, if that's the best you can do, I suppose."

"Really want your ass paddled, huh?"

"Well, aah yea. Why not? I think I'd like it."

* * *

Jason picked me up the next day in his Vet. And guess what?

Right there, laying on the front seat was the leather skirt of my dreams.

"You got it!"

"I did. Can't have a gal waiting around to have her ass paddled, now can I?"

"Nope. That would be cruel and unusual punishment, for sure. And the paddle?"

"Right here," he said as he pulled the most wicked looking, wooden paddle out from under his seat and held it up for me, and anyone else passing by, to see.

It was perfect.

Straight out of my dreams. I mean that sucker was long, at least twenty-four inches. And thick, a hefty three quarters of an inch. With a tapered handle. But as I was sitting there admiring it, he turned it over so I could see what was burned in the other side.

I almost shit my damned pants, because on the other side was, in huge script letters was, "Kate's Ass Warming Paddle."

"Well aah it sure is aah personalized, isn't it?"

"Yep, just for you and your ass. Come on, let's get going."

"Where to?"

"My place, naturally." He started the car and began to pull away. "You can change right here."

Change?

Here?

In the car?

While driving through campus?

Why the hell not?

I undid my jeans and wiggled out of them, and remembering last time, I tossed them in the back seat and got my panties down and off, too. They joined my jeans in the back, and that time I was sitting with the bottom half of me bare for the world to see.

It was great.

My ass, my soon to be paddle warmed ass, was making great contact with the leather seat of the Vet. God, what a feeling.

But it didn't compare with the feeling of my entire hips being wrapped in supple leather that clung to me like a second skin. In other words, it fit perfect. Especially for what I had in mind to do while wearing it.

It seemed like it took forever to reach his place as I squirmed and twisted and dreamed. But we did finally arrive and he pulled into the garage.

That was it. I could wait no longer.

I jumped out of the car, closed the door behind me and walked to the roasting hot hood and leaned over. My ass up. My legs stretched as wide as the skirt would allow My pussy almost as hot as the hood my hands were on.

"Do it now. Right now. Right here."

Jason smile at me through the windshield, reached under his seat, where he had again put the paddle, and slowly got out and walked around.

"I like a gal who isn't afraid to state her wishes. Hang on tight, because here it comes."

I wiggled my feet and tried to grip the highly polished hood, to no effect, as I heard the distinct sound of the paddle whistling through the air. And coming at my offered, leather covered ass.

Crack! was heard all around the garage. AND felt in my leather covered ass. I couldn't help my squeal of pain as the cracking pain dug in deeply. Not that I moved away or anything. But I did squeal and yell, "Yyyesss aahhh yeesssss dooo ittt."

And did he ever do it. He laid into my ass with a vengeance that set my tits to bobbing on my chest and waving over the red polished hood. I could actually see them in the polished reflection. And I sure as hell could feel the effects of the landing paddle as Jason hit me again and again as the sounds rolled around me in a never ending wave of pain and lust.

It is a very special sound. The sound of wood striking a leather covered ass. And did I ever love it. The sound, and the pain that it generated in me. I didn't really count the number of times he hit my bouncing ass, but whatever the number, it was enough.

Because I was fucking coming.

Right there. Leaning over the car. Getting m leather ass paddled, coming. Until finally my legs deserted me and I kind of slithered to the cement floor.

"You had your fun, now it's time for mine. Come on, let's go inside."

Inside?

Oh, yea. Inside his house.

I got my legs under me and somehow they did function in the time honored way and carried me forward as we entered his house and began to make our way to his rooms.

You want to know something? You can feel all of your ass muscles moving after getting a spanking. But don't take that as a complaint. Because is sure isn't one. Just a statement of fact.

"Oh," I said as we walked into his room and found a man standing on the other side. "Aah who is he?"

"Charles? He's my valet. Why?"

I had a sudden thought and decided what the hell, I'd act upon it to see just what kind of relationship Jason and I would have.

"Well, I aah think he's cute. Think he could be persuaded to do it too?"

"Do what?"

"Why paddle my ass, of course. What did you think I meant?"

"I wasn't sure. Which of course is why I asked." Turning to look at the other man, he added, "Cute?"

"Cute." I wasn't about to be talked out of it. He was cute. And I wanted him to paddle my ass. "Will he, do you think?"

"Aha Charles?"

"Yes, sir?"

"Would you do this lady a favor?"

"Of course, sir. What?"

"Take this," he held out the paddle he was carrying, "and paddle her ass for her?"

"My pleasure, sir. Here?"

They both looked at me. I had my answer ready. "No, over there," I pointed to the suede chair I had been over before, "so I don't have to worry about standing. OK?"

"That will be fine, miss. After you."

I like men with good manners.

I preceded them to the other side of the room, where I promptly d****d myself over the back of the chair again. But this time I was going to get a hot, well hotter, ass complements of his damned valet.

"Ready, miss?"

"Whenever you are. Paddle away."

I dug my nose into the chair and breathed in a lung full of leather scent as Charles the valet slammed the paddle into my already paddled ass. And I did the only thing I could.

I came like a fucking bull turned loose with a herd of cows in season.

Dear Charles hit my leather covered ass a good dozen times before I requested him to stop, which he did immediately.

Then it was time for the final ingredient.

"Aaah Cccchharles would aah you pleassse aaah raise my skkirrtt for meee?"

"Surely. My pleasure, miss."

That was a very snug fitting hunk of leather that took a bit of tugging to pull up, but it did pull and my hot ass was kissed with cool air, as I turned my head to Jason.

"Ooonnnee aa reaal goooodd one, so mmyy asss has the worrrdds on ittt."

Jason raised his eyebrows at my request, then turned and took the paddle in his hand. Stepping to my side he got a good firm stance and SLAMMED it into my ass.

I wasn't real sure that the words would be legible, but I sure as hell felt the burned ridges they formed on the surface of the paddle as my pubic bone crashed into the back of the chair and I screamed my blood, damned head off and came yet again.

"Oh, a very good one, that, sir."

"Thank you. I believe that will be all for now"

"Yes, sir. Have a very pleasant evening."

"I'm sure I will."

"So am I, sir."



Chapter 3

"Know what I've always wanted to do, Jason," I asked him on our next date, as I had been thinking a whole lot about what I really wanted when it came to this pain stuff.

In fact, I hardly thought of anything else. It took up a lot of my time. That, and of course, Jason.

"No. What?"

He pulled me to him and gave me a real good hug as his hand slid down to squeeze my tit as I leaned into him and let him have free access to whatever her wanted to play with at the moment.

"I've read all of these crazy books and magazines, you know adult type junk, well, anyway, they all rave on and on about New York City being the mecca of painful porn. Is it true? Can you get anything there? Are they as free as everyone makes them out to be?"

"Well, ah sure. I've been there several times and I'd say that was a fact. Why? What's cooking in that brain of yours now?"

"A shopping spree."

"Huh?"

"A shopping spree, with your money of course."

"Of course. Why can't you shop here?"

"I'd be lucky find a dildo in this town and believe me, I have much more than that on my shopping list."

"Oh, and just what is on this list of yours?"

"Well, that's half the problem. I don't really know what all is available. Which of course is why I want to go to New York. Here, let me show you."

I dug into my purse, where I had stored, a real sleazy adult magazine that was into the leather and pain scene. Granted, the quality wasn't all that great, but it was good enough to make my twat hot and wet as I flipped through it.

"See, this is what I mean. Do they have stuff like this paddle, leather clothing like that," that was a picture of a gal covered in leather, except for tits, pussy and ass.

"How about these? Do they have these leather bras? How about this, what would you call it, anyway?"

"I'd call it a restraining harness. The straps between her legs keeps her open for, well, whatever. The ones around her breasts make them stand out, while the rest holds her in various positions. Vertical, horizontal, twisted, stretched and so on depending on how you hook her up."

"They really have this stuff in stores where you can see it? And try it on for size and all?"

"Sure, if you know where to go."

"And do you? Know where to go, that is?"

"I'm sure I could manage it, why?"

"How's your plastic holding up?"

"No complaints. Why, want to see how much you can charge on them?"

"Well, the thought had crossed my mind. You don't really mind, do you? I mean... well we'll both benefit from it."

"I don't mind at all Kate. You want to go on a shopping spree, we'll go on a shopping spree. How's this weekend sound?"

"Great! Know any places where we can ahh you know, try them on for size and all?"

"I know just the place."

And he did. God, did he ever.

We left right after our last classes on Friday and flew into the big apple by late afternoon, to see all the business types flooding the subway, trains and streets as we leisurely made our way to the place Jason knew about.

It was the pits.

I mean this place actually had dust balls in the corners, cobwebs on the walls and customers who looked like the FBI's most wanted. In other words, it was great!

The merchandise? Well it was all there. And more. I actually had to duck under a leather harness hanging over the isle as my eyes took in every sight. My nose wasn't neglected either. The strongest scent was leather. Closely followed by a strong hint of metallic. And then my fingers did do a bit of touching, too.

As I said, I am a very sensual gal, and boy were my senses ever being stimulated as Jason placed his hand in the small of my back as we slowly made our way all around the five rooms that made up the establishment.

It took us at least a good hour to make our first tour. Jason had told me ahead of time that we would see all that was available before making our first purchase and he was true to his word as I made notes of special placement of articles.

"Okay, Kate, now it's time to buy. Where do you want to start?"

That I had decided the moment we had entered the room that contained harnesses and clothing. Grabbing his hand, I quickly pulled Jason into the room and raised my hand. Pointing my finger, I said, "That."

"That" was a leather harness that encompassed a mannikin to show how it was to be installed. Over tits, forcing them way out and cutting into boobs and chest. A series of straps connected everything together—around neck, arms, waist and thighs. The lower section of leather straps was wedged into ass crack and pussy slit, making all intimate openings vastly available to whatever. There was also a strap hanging down the back that held two massive dildos that could or could not be used in conjunction with the remaining harness.

Each connecting strap also had huge rings attached. Each strong enough to support the average person. There were rings at each upper arm band, each thigh band, at the neck and waist straps, too. Each ring was also large enough to allow a bar or rod to slip through, or to hook a chain or rope too.

Jason smiled. He didn't even wince at the accompanying price tag. But he did pick up the box beneath the display and tuck it under his arm.

My entire body was literally covered with goose bumps.

"Next," was his only comment as he again turned and looked at me to make my next selection.

I was determined to put a dent in his charge cards. Three hours later I succeeded. It took us three trips to carry it all out to the cab.

You should have seen the cabbie's eyes!

We made the slowest trip in a New York cab in history. Of course part of that reason just might have been caused by the fact that Jason again ordered me to discard my top as he tried out several of our purchases right there in the cab.

You know, the cabbie wasn't even offended about not getting a tip at the airport.

He even helped us load up the luggage cart. Then he got his tip.

A tip in the form of using one damned stiff cane on my displayed ass as I leaned over the hood of the cab as others looked on with mixed reactions.

No sir, that cabbie didn't object at all in not getting any extra money. And he sure as hell laid into my ass. I mean, I could hardly even sit on my ass as we drove back to Jason's.

But I was far from complaining.

There was also the fact that I didn't sit on my ass all that much. No, most of the time my face was plastered against Jason's cock and my ass was in the air after we reached his Vet. Totally bare I might add for those interested.

It was quite late when we finally arrived at his house, but neither of us had any desire to go to bed. Well, at least not to sleep that is.

After dropping the final bag on the floor in a corner, Jason was past the point of patience. He grabbed the bag he wanted, dumped it on the floor at my feet and told me in no uncertain terms to get into it.

‘It' being my first selection of the harness.

With cool fingers I quickly removed the remainder of my clothing, discarding them in a heap, and stood very eagerly in front of him for him to harness me.

To say that my pussy was wet would have been the understatement of the century, but when he fastened the first strap around my neck I was in total flood stage. I got wetter with each successive strap— around waist, arms and thighs.

I was actually shaking when he began to entrap my bloated boobs between the leather straps. And God, when he began to tighten them, well, there is no way to deny it, I came.

Right there standing in front of Jason as he adjusted them to me, I came.

My legs almost gave up support of me. I know for a fact that they were literally quivering. Right along with my clit, cunt and asshole. Hell, why pull punches. I was a goner. In fact Jason actually held some of my weight as he pull the straps tighter as my legs resembled an up and down yo-yo.

Jason wasn't the least bit put out though.

No, he just kept fastening strap after strap, sometimes holding me, sometimes not, depending on the strength of my legs until I was securely encased in every blessed strap.

Talk about a rippled body. Mine was. Each strap was digging in as deep as it could. Boobs oozed over straps, as did arms, waist, ass, cunt and tights. Fingers and toes were turning numb. But the rest of me was firecracker hot and ready to explode some more as he walked around me. Believe me, he gave me a very thorough look-see.

I also know for a fact that he liked what he saw.

His solid cock was proof enough to verify that statement as it pressed against his zipper. And of course there was the smile that just wouldn't go away from his face, too.

Oh yes, we were both very pleased with the harness and raring to experiment with it. And with me of course, too.

I got an inkling of Jason's idea when he pulled out a very long rod and slipped it through the ring at the back of my waist. His words of, "Stand up on the bed," told me the rest. And sure enough, a few minutes later I was swinging back and forth at the end of his bed by my waist as the harness really dug into my gut. I mean really dug in as he cuffed my wrists to the rod and began to lengthen a spreader bar between my feet.

No doubt about it, I sure as hell wasn't going to be going anywhere for quite some time. I also picked up on the fact that I could be rotated into any position with a flick of his hand on the spreader bar attached to my ankles. No sir, no doubt about it at all.

I had come to that conclusion before he picked up my specialized paddle.

A scant few seconds later I was hanging upside down. I had an excellent view of his pillows on the bed, which just naturally made my harnessed ass face Jason and my paddle as my feet were clipped to one of the numerous rings on the bed posts.

I don't know which of my senses was flooded first. My sense of touch or of sound as he laid one damned hefty swat into my upside down ass. Both were definitely registered, let me tell you, right along with the added sound of me screaming my damned head off as I hung upside down.

If you have never been into the submissive scene, let me tell you that a paddle landed on a leather spread ass crack is quite a sensation. A damned painful one. But then there were compensations.

I came like a banshee with the first landing.

And with each successive one thereafter, too.

I mean, let's face it. My body had absolutely no where to go. I was trapped, strung out, pulled, and squeezed. All I could do was sway a bit with each one landed. Sway and come that is, which is what I did until he finally unhooked my ankles and I again rotated to a somewhat horizontal position hanging from my waist again as I struggled just to breath.

When Jason stood up on the bed behind me and jammed his cock up my spread pussy I even forgot to breath. But I sure as hell didn't forget how to come as his cock was a very firm wedge up my sucking pussy as I rocked back on forth on the rod holding me in place.

His hands dug into her harnessed tits, pinching my rock hard nipples as my pussy pulled him even deeper in me.

God! what a fuck. It was out of this world. The combination of pain, bondage and fucking was devastating on all of my senses. Each sense was totally alive: touch had shattered nerve endings to register, sound was our combined grunts and groans, sight was viewing my bound body, smell encompassed our sweating bodies and sex juices, I even tasted the salt of sweat on my lips. All were registering erotic messages that turned my climax into a multi one that I reveled in with each thrust of his swollen cock into my willing body.

I screamed my damned head off in passion and mixed pain as I hung there. His hands dug into me. His cock pounded. Sweat stung my paddle heated ass. Then he was coming. Filling me to overflowing. Triggering even harder spasms of lust and passion.

With his last spurt of man juice up my very receptive body, Jason pulled away from my hanging body and stepped off the bed.

"Don't go away, I'll be right back."

Right. As if I could go anywhere bound as I was.

Tearing eyes watched his form walk out of the room and on their return trip across the room caught sight of my reflection in the mirror. Jesus Fucking Christ was I ever something to see!

Black leather straps all over me. My hanging hair did little to hide the straps cutting into and separating my bloated boobies. The supporting waist strap looked like it was severing me. The thinner straps going between my legs held my puffy pussy lips wide apart as they did my ass cheeks.

I mean I was totally open in that area that just happened to show ample evidence of recent activity. Then of course there were the straps on my legs and the bands to my ankles holding me to the spreader bar. And a bright red ass trimmed by the straps showed vividly against the whiteness of the rest of my bound form.

Yep, I was quite a sight all right. And raring to go for round two. Or three or twenty.

I wondered where Jason had gone off to, hoping he wouldn't be gone for long as I slowly swayed to my attached rod.

Blowing a strand of hair out of my mouth I heard voices approaching. Recognizing that fact, I gave them my full attention.

"Yes, sir," came a female voice.

"I want to give her a good demonstration of the things we got, for future reference."

"Perfectly understandable, sir."

That voice I recognized as good old Charles, his valet who had paddled my ass on a previous occasion. As the three of them entered the room I recognized Betsy, the maid whose ass Jason had pinched my first night there. Obviously it was going to be a very special night for me.

I smiled at them as they entered. I really couldn't help it. I was too damned excited not to. Maybe I'd get my first, hopefully the first of many, tastes of female loving, along with being double teamed by good old Charles and Jason to boot.

Oh, yea, the possibilities were endless as I swayed before them at the end of Jason's bed locked in my harness.

"Oh my, oh my," came from Betsy as her eyes opened to their widest upon seeing me decked out in my new toy. Her eyes make a quick rotation around my body, stopping for a telling pause at my blistered, strap opened ass. No doubt what captured her attention.

Charles just smiled his enduring smile and let his eyes take of full perusal of all I had to offer. He was well acquainted with my ass from my previous paddling and he nodded his head when he saw it was again well warmed. But he seemed to pay particular attention to my bluish titties as they hung down between the straps.

Oh, yea, the possibilities were endless indeed.

"Hi," I greeted them with a smile. "Come to join the fun?"

"Yes, miss," came from both Betsy and Charles at the same time. Betsy gave me a bobbing curtsy as Charles gave a slight bow in my direction. How about that, I thought, very polite servants.

"Betsy, unpack the rest of the bags and set out our purchases for selection and use," Jason instructed her as he pointed to the bags carried to the room upon arrival earlier.

"Yes, sir. In any particular order, sir?"

"No, random will do for now. When you are finished, please remove your clothing."

"Yes, sir, as you wish."

Those words, spoken by both Jason and Betsy, spoke volumes. What few doubts I had had concerning Jason and Betsy getting it on together were vanished forever.

I couldn't help but smile at that conclusion and the others I was making as Charles began removing his jacket and rolling up his sleeves. Of course he kept his black vest on, which for some reason, excited me like hell.

"I think we should start with an experiment in expansion, don't you Charles," Jason asked as the two of them approached my bound body.

"Of course, sir. The possibilities must be examined. To the fullest, sir?"

"I believe so. After all, we will need the knowledge for future use, won't we."

"Correct, sir. The spreader bar attached to the ceiling for easy accessibility, sir?"

"Sounds reasonable to me. Take care of it, will you?"

"My pleasure, sir."

I was fairly sure what their words entailed but when Charles took a length of rope from a nearby dresser and slid it over a hook in the ceiling about four feet in front of me, I was sure of what was to happen.

A quick loop of the end of the rope slid around the hook and he pulled it snugly. The other end he brought to the spreader bar holding my ankles apart. He looped it over the bar and began to pull. Naturally my feet and body followed as my feet went up and my head went back. The rod behind my back attached to the strap around my waist made me arch as my feet rose higher and higher.

Charles was no slouch. He pulled that damned rope as tight as he could. My feet reached for the ceiling as the rest of my bound body laid over the rod at my back. My head hung down, elbows flopped in the air but my bound wrists to the rod keep them from going far. My strap opened pussy and ass was facing the center of the room as I began to contemplate their words about the experiment in expansion.

My guess?

Soon both pussy and asshole would be introduced to the variety of dildos we had charged to Jason's plastic. Turning my head in Betsy's direction I looked at them lined up across the top of one of the dressers.

Quite a sight, they were.

I had gone a bit overboard in grabbing dildos at the sex shop, selecting a good dozen of them in assorted colors, styles and sizes, with and without simulated balls. Each and every one of them paraded across the dresser. Each looked eager to work as designed.

In me!

What a thought!

Betsy must have thought so too, as I noticed her hands caressing several of them as she went about her assigned chore of emptying the shopping bags. The crinkle of paper, the clink of items being placed on available surfaces, and her handling of them informed me that Betsy was eagerly looking forward to upcoming events.

So was I.

Placing the last article on a table, Betsy began to disrobe. I noted that it didn't take her long to accomplish that task, showing years of practice as the flimsy maid uniform was quickly removed, followed by hoses, garter belt and shoes.

What a body!

A very colorful body at that.

Betsy was a short gal, but what she had was dynamite. Big titted. Huge nipples, I mean it was a good three inches from the end of her nipples to the cream colored tit flesh. I had never heard of such big nipples, let alone seen any that big. They really drew the eyes to them, that and the marks, too.

Narrow waisted. Slender legs. A tight but flared ass, just a colorful as her tits.

Her creamy skin really showed the marks she possessed. And she had an abundance of them. Marks that is. My red ass was nothing compared to her body. So caught up in looking at her marks, I took me a few seconds to notice a sight that really excited me.

Betsy's pussy was bare. Not a hair was in evidence, and as I strained to see it better, I couldn't even detect a telltale sign of stubble. She had no hair. None.

But she did have a ring through her clit!

"Damn!" I blurted out upon that discovery. I was too shocked not to. A ring through her clit! How had I missed that for so long?

It was no dainty little thing either. That sucker was a good two inches across, forcing her pussy lips to remain constantly opened and flared and accessible. She also had a damned large cit.

Huge nipples. Huge ring-pierced clit. Damn, what a lucky bitch Betsy was, I thought as I gave very serious consideration of having my clit ringed too. Unfortunately I hadn't bought any on my shopping spree with Jason.

But I sure as hell tucked the idea away in my mind for the future as my attention was jerked away from Betsy by the actions of Jason and Charles.

Each was using his fingers at my cum filled slot and I gave them my full attention.

"Looks like you enjoyed yourself, sir. Quite a discharge."

"Yes, it was a good one. It is also a bit of a mess. Betsy, come here and clean this up, will you?"

"Yes, sir. My pleasure." She instantly walked toward us, big nipples bobbing and clit ring gleaming with each step. Her face was framed by my spread legs as she licked her lips in anticipation. "Speaking of my pleasures, sir, is it possible?"

"No problem. Charles would you like the honors?"

"Thank you, sir," then turning to Betsy, he added, "Why don't you make your selections then get to your cleanup job?"

"Yes, Mr. Charles."

I was a bit baffled at that exchange but it soon was clarified as Betsy turned back to the dresser, picked up a flared crop, came back, handed it to Charles, bent forward and took my leaking pussy in her mouth.

I jumped, well arched is more correct, at her first contact. A second later the unmistakable sound of leather cracking into flesh filled the room, followed by a moan that could only be interpreted as passion and that moan vibrated all the way up inside of me.

A quick rearrangement of my head to the side and I saw what the hell was going on.

Charles was whipping Betsy's pushed back ass as she drove her mouth into my cunt. So much for the pervious baffling exchange. Obviously Betsy's pleasure was to get her ass whipped as she licked me out, and Charles was doing a damned fine job of it too.

I wasn't lacking attention either.

My crotch was at her mouth level and she took advantage of all I had to offer as she offered up her ass for the whip while doing it. Each of her moans was like a shaft of electricity as it vibrated its way up my quivering quam.

Trying to see, feel and know everything that was happening around and to me, I saw Jason's hands at Betsy's hanging tits. His hands were full of dark nipple flesh, pulling them, twisting them, stretching them. It was obvious that Betsy like each and every thing he did to them as her moans increased with each action.

To be truthful, I couldn't give Jason's attention to Betsy my full concentration for the simple fact that I was coming like a steam driven locomotive. My senses were again being flooded with stimuli. The sound of the whip snapping into Betsy's offered ass, of Charles' grunts with each one, with Jason's murmured words as he attended her fat nipples. The smell of sex filled my nostrils. My eyes tried to see all that was happening.

But the sense of touch was dominate. The touch of Betsy's very, very talented mouth, hands, lips, tongue and teeth at my sucking opening. She sucked my clit into her mouth. Teeth nibbled at it, keeping my climax at an extreme level of intensity. Fingers wiggled, jammed and twirled in my track. Her tongue swabbed away all traces of Jason's passion from me until just mine remained. And remained and remained as I just kept flooding more and more into her sucking orifice of extreme delight.

I was jealous of the things being done to her body instead of to mine but I really had no reason to complain. But I am a greedy bitch even when being so well attended to. I wanted the whip to strike me. I wanted Jason's hands on my tits. But in truth I could begrudge her none of her attention, she was taking such excellent care of me.

"Make sure you lube her asshole too, Betsy. We have plans for it and it is virginal and in need of attention."

I heard Jason's words but really couldn't give them my full attention at the moment. But Betsy instantly complied with his instructions as I felt for the first time in my life a tongue at my asshole.

It was fantastic!

I just continued to come with each thrust, wiggle, lick as she forced her way inside my wrinkled orifice. The sound of leather striking flesh continued. Her moans of lust filled passion spiraled up my back tunnel instead of my cunt and I just kept going and going and going.

I must have slipped into a gray haze of passion for when next I was cognizant of my surroundings Betsy was no longer between my legs. Not that that area was unattended.

Even before my head could turn to confirm what my nerves were telling me, I knew that there were at least two dildos up my recently fucked and sucked cunt. And a smaller one was wedged up my virgin asshole and it was buzzing away.

When finally getting my eyes to focus, I learned that Charles was controlling the two in my cunt, driving them in and out of my snatch with abundant skill and Jason was working away at the smaller one in my ass that buzzed each newly touched nerve ending in that cavity.

"Yyyyesssss..." came out of my throat in appreciation to their combined actions.

Suddenly, thinking of Betsy, I forced my head to turn and look for her. I found her easily. She was kneeling at Charles' feet sucking his cock. It took only minimal time to realize that his pumping of the dildos up my cunt matched hers of swallowing his cock down her throat.

Both were moving fast and deep in sinc. On her down strokes her throat literally bulged as her lips pressed into his hair covered groin. Charles pressed the two dildos just as deep inside of me as Jason worked on the one in my ass.

With all that was transpiring it shouldn't take a genius to understand why I was coming yet again as I struggled to remain fully conscious to record all that was happening to all concerned.

Even as I came, I tried to study Betsy's technique at Charles cock, never having mastered the deep throat skills necessary to take a cock all the way down my throat.

I tried to give both Charles and Jason's actions full appreciation, too. Then a change occurred.

The smaller vibrating dildo was no longer up my ass. It was pressed against my inflamed clit and I was seeing st