Part 1
Sweet Caroline. I will never forget the girl as long as I live. My Caroline.
Just the mention of her name brings back such vivid, sweet memories. Yes, she
was cruel, harsh, wicked; as bad as she wanted to be. But for every hour she
spent strapping my ass, as I bent over and accepted every stroke, there were
threefold times spent loving me until I came over and over again under her soft
caresses. There was no punishment she did not know. I obeyed her without
question. That Caroline would hurt me beyond repair was never a concern. The
welts would disappear, the stripes fade away, but never my undying love for her.
One evening she invited one of her friends over, a twenty-year old extremely
pretty blonde named Julie-Anne. I was quite used to Caroline's painful sessions
with me, to the point that I even looked forward to them, but I could never get
used her habit of once every so often inviting some stranger over to observe my
humiliating punishments. It was obvious that this was going to be one of those
evenings, but I was not prepared for some of the bizarre twists the events took
that summer evening. In the living room, the three of us chatted amiably for the
better part of an hour, small talk and drinks punctuated by laughter. I was
intrigued by Caroline's guest, whom I had never before met. She wore a bright
red dress which contrasted nicely with her strikingly pretty natural blonde hair
which flowed to her shoulders. When the conversation went on and on, I began to
wonder what my lover had in mind. Was she just plying the pretty girl with
drinks so the three of us could have a mini-orgy? Julie-Anne sat across from me.
From what I could see of her stockinged legs and how she filled out the bright
red dress, she appeared to have quite a nice body. Her laughter was sometimes a
bit nervous, especially if Caroline made one of her gross sexual comments, and
she seemed a bit shy, perhaps because she was just getting to know me. Whatever
Caroline wanted, I wanted it to happen soon. The drinks were slowly raising my
libido. At last something did happen. "Roseanne is very special," said Caroline
to the pretty blonde. "She likes to please everyone, don't you dear?" "I guess
so," I replied, smiling nervously. "She's one of the prettier fashion models in
the area. I want you to see the real Roseanne for yourself," she continued,
looking over at the seated girl who shifted nervously in the chair,
understanding what Caroline had just implied, but unprepared for the suddenness
of the remark. Surely Caroline had told her why she had been invited for the
evening. "Stand up, Roseanne," she ordered of me. My summer dress, of dainty
yellow-checkered cotton, clung to my legs as I rose from the chair and stood, my
heart beginning to pound beneath the thin material. She moved towards me, like
fog in the night, surrounding me, enveloping me. She smelled of rich perfume,
like flowers in bloom. She took my hand in hers, lightly. "Have we been good
today?" she asked, almost whispering. Surely she felt my nervousness, my
trembling. Could she hear my rapidly beating heart also? "Yes, mam," I softly
replied, not knowing how to answer. Julie- Anne sat to my left, watching.
Waiting. Like a cat ready to pounce. Caroline squeezed my hand more tightly,
pulling me towards her. As she kissed me full, on the lips, she whispered
something unintelligible into my mouth, then followed the words with her warm,
wet tongue. I greedily accepted it, grinding my lips against hers. The kiss
lasted several moments. I felt a tingling in my loins, so familiar to me. Surely
she knew I wanted her to attend to me, anyway she desired. She broke the kiss
and looked through my eyes into my mind. "Are you mine," she asked, smiling
sexily. "Yes," I replied, lowering my head. "You know I am." "Julie-Anne likes
you, too." she said. "I have told her about you. About your ass, your breasts,
your pussy. She would like to know you as I know you, Roseanne. Would you be
naked for her?" I was somewhat startled by her suggestion. I didn't know how to
respond. I thought for a while, wondering how I would react in front of a
perfect stranger. But I knew that my punishment would be a hundred times more
severe if I did not comply with her desires. "If you wish," I replied, my head
still bowed. "And accept her strap on your nakedness?" she continued. This
stranger punishing me? I detested the thought, but knew that there was only one
correct answer to her question. "I....I will do whatever you want me to do,
mistress." My words fell on the floor like like a soft handkerchief. "The long,
thin dildo, Julie-Anne, on the mantel piece, would you please take it down and
sit behind Roseanne." I shuddered, noticeably. I heard the rustling of
Julie-Anne's tight red dress, her footsteps of stockinged softness on the floor.
I dared not to look at her. She returned and sat behind me. Ready to pounce once
more. "Do you want some Vaseline or K-Y first? You may be a bit dry back there,"
said Caroline. I knew, of course, which of my body openings they had in mind for
a likely repository for the dildo. I replied, "If it pleases you, mistress." My
eyes stayed fastened to Caroline's black leather belt around the waist of her
dark blue dress. How much I wanted the belt to be used on my ass! I longed to be
whipped by her. "No, I think not," she said sternly. "The dildo is thin enough.
It will not hurt. Lift your dress up, Roseanne, over your hips." I did as I was
told, unhesitatingly, offering my silky white bikini-styled panties to
Julie-Anne's view as she sat behind me. I felt Caroline's foot move next to
mine, pushing it to the side, forcing me to open my legs just a little wider,
almost forcing me to lose my balance. "Be still, slave," ordered Caroline, using
the term "slave" for the first time that evening. Looking back at the seated
Julie-Anne, she smiled. "She's got a gorgeous ass, doesn't she, Miss
Julie-Anne?" "Beautiful!" she replied. "Perfect. Such delicate curves. The
panties cling so nicely to the buttocks. I like her legs very much also. She is
even nicer than how you described her to me." "She loves to be whipped on her
backside, don't you, slave?" "Yes, mam," I replied, in truth. "Pull the panties
down, Julie-Anne. Don't be shy. Roseanne likes to show off her sweet little
hiney." I felt the stranger's hands at the side of my hips, her fingers digging
into the tops of my delicately laced undies. She pulled them down slowly,
exposing the curvature of my ass little by little, until the white rayon
encircled my slightly opened thighs. "Absolutely beautiful!" she whispered from
behind me. I could feel her eyes on my nakedness back there. I did not mind. I
enjoyed showing off my backside. "But where are the whip marks?" "Faded,"
replied Caroline. "But we do prefer the frenching method here. Wide straps,
which hurt and redden, but seldom leave signs the next day. Roseanne has a high
threshold of pain, and loves to have her ass played upon with a variety of
whips." She moved closer to me, pulling me into her. Her breasts squeezed into
mine. I could feel her rigid nipples beneath her blue cotton dress. She kissed
me again and moved her warm hands to the nakedness of my ass, kneading the
globes in their firmness. It felt good. She spread the cheeks apart several
times during the caress, revealing my puckered "O" to the seated Julie-Anne who
remained behind me, waiting....the dildo in her hand. I felt terribly exposed
and humiliated. Here was my lover showing off my most private of areas to
someone I had never met before this evening. "Shall we have her kneel on her
knees when I insert the dildo?," asked Julie-Anne. "I prefer to have her impaled
while she is standing up," replied Caroline, pulling my ass cheeks apart as far
as she could, stretching me back there in preparation for the cold, lifeless
instrument to follow. "Very well," said Julie-Anne, moving forward on her seat
and placing her left hand on my ass. Caroline continued to spread my lower ass
cheeks apart, providing an easy target area for the dildo. I gasped into
Caroline's mouth as I felt the hardness of the instrument touch my anus.
Caroline's nails dug into my skin as she exposed my 'O'. "Mmmm. She's tight,"
said Julie-Anne, moving her hand over my lower ass. Suddenly, without warning,
she gave the long, thin, plastic phallus an upward thrust. I gasped, then cried
out loud as I felt the hardness of the cruel device break the plane of my
sphincter. Caroline decided to make the torture even more difficult for me.
"Raise up on your tip-toes!" ordered Caroline. I obeyed. The position was
difficult to maintain, especially with Julie-Anne shoving the dildo up my ass.
Caroline kissed me again as Julie-Anne eased the thing further into me. "Give me
your tongue," she said huskily. "OH! Caroline!" I gasped into her mouth as the
plastic dildo surged to the very top of my rectal canal. Julie-Anne had split my
pumpkin with the long, thin tube and was beginning to work it up and down. "Do
you like it?" asked Caroline. "Does my little Roseanne like things up her sweet
little ass?" "It hurts!" I cried. "It's supposed to, my dear. It's what you
really want, isn't it?" she chided. "Yes," I admitted. "Tell Julie-Anne how much
you like what she is doing to you!" "I, I like what you are doing to me,
Julie-Anne." "If it was a man's prick you'd be in ecstacy now. You like to suck
them off after they've had you there, don't you?" Caroline was embarrassing me
now. Julie-Anne began pistoning the dildo faster as my sphincter became
accustomed to it. My legs were getting weak from maintaining a stance on my
tip-toes. My calves were straining. I felt Caroline's hand move deftly beneath
my raised skirt and onto my pubic mound. Her middle finger sought and quickly
found my hardened clitoral nubbin, then journeyed to my vaginal entrance. "She's
as wet as a lake," she said to Julie-Anne. "Just the thought of getting punished
turns her on!" Julie-Anne was lightly scratching my buttocks with her
fingernails as she twisted the dildo cruelly inside my ass. "Her ass was made to
be beaten," she said. "And eaten!" laughed Caroline. "It's the sweetest-tasting
rosehole I've ever known. But when you get her going like this, she loves to go
to the punish room, don't you, my little chickadee?" She held my chin beneath
her fingers. "Yes," I sobbed, head lowered. I had only met Julie-Anne moments
before, and here she was shoving something inside my ass and about to go to the
Punish Room and watch me being humiliated by one of Caroline's wicked pain
sessions. Caroline had never let anyone observe or take part in the cruelties
she inflicted on me. She knew that inviting Julie-Anne would serve to heighten
my humility. "Let's take her to the punish room," suggested Caroline. "Great!"
exclaimed Julie-Anne. "Shall I pull the dildo out?" "No," replied Caroline. "She
loves to have something up there all the time. Yesterday I made her walk around
all day just like she is now, with that thing poking out of her. And you know
what? The little whore admitted that she came a dozen times. She deserves to be
punished just for enjoying these little indignities a bit too much. Let's bring
her to the Punish Room!" The Punish Room. I hated even its name. It was there
that Caroline would take me and have her way with my body. She had a kind of
power over me when we went there. But it was something I just couldn't resist.
Her wildest fantasies were realized in that room where I was, most often, the
helpless victim. But, in truth, I must admit that I, too, found untold pleasures
in the Punish Room. That is the masochistic side of me. I cannot explain why I
enjoyed being humiliated and tortured, any more than Caroline could explain why
she enjoyed inflicting pain upon the person she loved. Yet there was always the
ominous fear of the Punish Room, for I never knew what to expect there.
Sometimes I would be blindfolded for hours while she tamed my body with whips
and straps. No part of me was untouchable. My screams bit into the stillness of
the room's stagnant air, only to fall like rose petals on the hard linoleum
floor. Caroline was about to show Julie-Anne some new ways of inflicting
pleasure and pain. "Come with us," ordered Caroline. I followed them from the
living room and down the cellar stairs, awkwardly, my panties bunched around my
thighs and the dildo sticking obscenely out of my asshole as I held my yellow
cotton skirt above my waist, exposing the brown curls of my pubis. Caroline
unlocked the Punish Room door. I couldn't take my eyes off of the rounded curves
of her firm ass, encased in a light blue cotton skirt, with a wide, black
leather belt around her waist. She wore no stockings. I wondered what kind of
panties she was wearing beneath. How I wanted her! Julie-Anne, in her bright red
rayon skirt and white blouse, followed her into the room. Caroline invited me in
with a gesture of her arm. Red-faced, I entered, skirt still raised, heart
pounding, tears beginning to well in my eyes. Julie-Anne smiled at me, looking
into my eyes, then purposely stared at my hairy pubis. "Her pussy is gorgeous!"
exclaimed this stranger to our room. I furtively glanced at her silky, white
blouse. Her breasts strained against the thin material, nipples protruding,
longing for freedom. Her blond hair was cut short. She was beautiful. As I
lowered my head, I noticed her legs were hose-covered, perhaps pantyhose, for I
saw no sign of garter belt beneath the tight red skirt. Caroline and the
stranger stood in front of me, knowing but not feeling my embarrassment. "Turn
around," ordered Caroline. "Face the back wall." I turned, obediently, exposing
my backside with the protruding dildo to them. They traded comments concerning
my ass, my thighs, my waist, and other parts of my body. Julie-Anne mentioned
that the dildo looked befitting. Caroline laughed. I was bade to turn around
once more, after they were finished their verbal humiliations. "Strip!" ordered
Caroline. In front of a stranger! Already exposed from the waist down. I was
being ordered to be naked for them--to invite even more degrading comments about
my body. My face flushed a deep crimson. I closed my eyes, then released the
grip on my upraised dress. It fell in a whisper into its normal position. The
dildo, still ensconced in my backside, poked obscenely out of the back of the
skirt. I moved my hands to the back of the yellow summer dress and unzipped it
all the way down, then unhooked my belt, freeing the confinement around my
waist. I slipped the straps of the dress off my shoulders, then hesitated, my
forearms across my breasts, knowing that my next movement would expose my
bra-less chest. I looked into Caroline's eyes, searching, pleading. Julie-Anne
stood next to her...smiling...waiting. I bit my lower lip. "Let's see what
you've got up there, honey," said Caroline, somewhat huskily. "Don't be shy." I
lowered my head again, not wanting to look at the two of them, then let the
straps fall on their own down my arms. My breasts sprang into view. The coral
nipples, encircled by dark areola, were turgid despite my nervousness.
Julie-Anne, quite audibly, drew her breath between her teeth. My dress, in
shambles, remained around my waist. "Gorgeous!" exclaimed the stranger in my
house. "They are perfect, indeed" said Caroline. "Look at the firmness. Large,
but no sag. The nipples are hard already. She's excited, the little bitch. Make
them harder, Roseanne!" She had done this before, to heighten the humiliation.
The ritual was always the same--rub the nubbins with the palms of my hands, or,
if she desired, squeeze them between my thumb and forefinger. They always became
larger, more sensitive to slightest touch. When she was in a loving mood, she
would suck them for hours, sometimes making me come just like that. When she was
in her sadistic mood, she would pull the nipples grossly out and away from my
breasts, whip them with a small pussy whip or the flattened tip of a riding
crop, or drop candle wax on them. Tonight I rubbed them with my palms, feeling
them harden, then gracefully dropped my hands to my sides without having to be
ordered to do so. With lowered head, I looked down at my own semi-nakedness. "O.
K., honey, push the dress down your legs. Let's see the cute little curls!"
Embarrassed beyond words, I obeyed, pushing the dress over my hips. It fell at
my feet, silently. My panties still encircled my thighs. The two women in front
of me stared at my triangular forest of light brown curls. "Do you let her trim
the bush some times?" asked Julie-Anne. "I prefer it to remain natural," replied
my lover. "I shaved her clean once, but when the curls grew back I let them grow
out and stay nice and full. The bush is thicker now, after shaving her. But you
can still see the crack of her cunny through the thickness of the hairs!" "I
like the look of her darker-colored curls next to her white skin," said
Julie-Anne. "Mine are so much lighter than hers." Caroline smiled. She knew we
would both be viewing her friend's pussy before long. I wanted to see what she
looked like beneath her clothes. First, they had to take care of me. Caroline
asked me to remove my panties, which I did. Completely naked now, I felt so
defenseless. Without saying a word, my lover motioned her hand toward the
horizontal bars. I turned and moved slowly to the bars at the side of the room,
the dildo still in my ass bobbing lightly back and forth as I moved. The two
women followed me. I had been this route many times; I knew I was in for a
strapping of some kind. The horizontal bars were custom-made, each about four
feet wide between two supporting pillars. Each was made of shiny mahogany. The
top-most bar, about waist high, had a two foot wide red velvet cushion, well
padded, in the very middle. Hanging down from the upper bar was a two inch brown
leather strap with a buckle at the opposite side of the cushion, to be brought
around the waist of anyone so unfortunate to be bent over the ominous-looking
bar. The second bar, perhaps two feet lower and one foot further back, was used
to hold the victim's hands in place. There were two wrist straps, each half
again as thin as the waist strap above, affixed to the second bar one foot
apart. Along the floor were several more straps bolted to the floor at various
intervals to provide a method to secure the victim's ankles, dependent only on
how far it was decided to spread the victim's legs. Caroline often utilized yet
another device at the horizontal bar which she called the 'kneeling cushion'.
She often bade me to kneel on the foot-high pillow, then pulled a leather strap
over my calves, securing my legs to the device. This latter method she would
employ if she desired to use the more painful cat-o-nine tails on me or for
administering the hated punishment enema if I had been particularly bad that
day. The kneeling cushion prevented movement of the lower half of my body. I
faced the horizontal bar, naked...waiting. I smelled Caroline's presence behind
me. Her perfume filled my nostrils. She touched me lightly on the shoulder and
had me turn once more, facing her and Julie- Anne. She looked through me with
her dark brown eyes. I gulped. She reached out and took my hands, leading them
to the two inch black leather belt around her waist. She smiled. "Undo the
buckle," she whispered. I was confused. Was she going to make me take her
clothes off, which I wanted so badly to do, or was she forcing me to get the
instrument to be used upon my buttocks? With trembling hands I undid the metal
buckle. It loosened and I held it in my right hand, hanging downward towards the
floor. "Kiss it!" she demanded. I knew then what was to be. She always made me
kiss the instruments of her cruelties. A sweet kiss followed by a sharp sting! I
raised the shiny buckle to my lips, then planted a kiss upon it. Yes, I wanted
it badly. "What would you have me do with the belt, Roseanne?" she asked. "Beat
me with it," I replied softly. It was more of our ritual. Seldom did the words
change. "Where would you have me beat you with it, my dear?" she asked in a
mocking tone. Julie-Anne's eyes lit up. She couldn't believe my total, complete,
unyielding subservience to Caroline." "My ass, mistress," I whispered. "I can't
hear you, slave. Where?" "On my ass, mistress," I said more loudly. Caroline's
eyes were on fire. "You must kneel before me and beg me to beat you before I
obey your wishes, slave." I knelt, head lowered. "I desire that you beat my ass
with this strap, my mistress." "I grant your wish, but first you must show your
new friend Julie- Anne why I love your tongue so much. Give me the belt,
Roseanne." I handed it to her. "Come here, Julie-Anne," said Caroline.
Julie-Anne moved forward, smiling. She had been waiting for an opportunity to
join in on the fun and games. "Her tongue is wicked," she continued. "Why don't
you rest your backside on the horizontal bar so Roseanne can service you. If you
can make Julie-Anne come, you slut, I may spare you some pain." Julie- Anne
moved past me, to my left, a broad smile on her face, then turned her back to
the horizontal bar. Her bright red skirt clung tightly to her smooth, stockinged
legs. She looked down at me, her deep blue eyes glistening in the light of the
room. I turned to face her, still kneeling. The dildo in my rosehole scraped the
floor lightly as I knelt in front of her. Her legs were parted, invitingly, but
the tightness of her skirt precluded my seeing all the way to her crotch. "Raise
your skirt for her," said Caroline. It was the first order she had given the
stranger. Without a word, Julie-Anne placed her hands at either side of her
thighs and began inching the red cotton up her perfect legs. Little by little,
the full expanse of her pantyhose- covered legs came into view, the light brown
mesh giving way near the top of her thighs to darker-colored, almost black mesh.
At last I saw her crotch. Through the opaque material I could see she was
wearing red undies, to match her skirt. She pulled the skirt over her hips and
held it. The dark mesh of her pantyhose spread across her crotch, the long, thin
line of the material cutting right through the crack of her pussy. "Lower her
pantyhose, Roseanne." I reached up to the blond-haired stranger's hips and,
extending my hands under the raised skirt, put four fingers from each hand into
the elastic at the top of the hose. In one smooth motion I pulled the pantyhose
over Julie-Anne's hips, exposing the bright red full-cut panties. Her smell was
musky, cunty. She had not showered since morning. I didn't think she was
unclean, but I usually preferred to have oral sex with someone who had just
showered. Her pubic mound was large; she obviously had a good deal of pussy hair
beneath her pretty bright-red panties. I was anxious to see what it looked like
underneath it all. I pulled the pantyhose the rest of the way down her white
legs and slid them off her feet, one leg at a time. She had pretty legs, but she
apparently did not like to tan them. As I pushed the pantyhose to the side along
the floor, Julie-Anne lifted her foot and began running her toes across my left
breast. Startled, I jumped back slightly. I hadn't expected her to be so bold.
Caroline nudged me forward from behind and watched Julie-Anne's bare foot fondle
me. "Why don't you take my panties off, baby," said Julie- Anne in a sexy,
throaty voice. I didn't know what to do, so I did nothing. Waiting....I was not
used to someone else giving me orders. Sensing my uneasiness, Caroline jumped
into the conversation. "I want her to ease into it, first, Julie-Anne. Let her
take her time. You'll enjoy it all the more. Roseanne, kiss her crotch."
Obediently, I moved my head forward and sank my lips into the red silk undies.
As I kissed the warmth between her legs, Julie-Anne's body shook slightly. I
continued kissing the hard mound of her pubis for several moments. Her womanly
smell was intoxicating. I wanted her badly. "Now pull down her undies and lick
her cunt!" ordered Caroline. Like a scared rabbit, but eager to get to the
goodies, I moved my fingers quickly to the waist band of the bright red panties.
In an instant I peeled them over her supple hips, revealing a thick set of
curls, the softest blond muff I had ever seen. I eased the undies down her legs,
pretending not to have noticed the beautiful pussy spread before me like a
delicious meal, and threw them to the side atop the discarded pantyhose. With
Caroline's hand pushing my head forward, I finally moved between the luscious
thighs and planted a kiss upon the softness of her fur pie. She sighed and
instinctively moved her legs further apart, resting her ass on the gentle
cushion of the horizontal bar and using her arms on the bar for support. "Oh!
That's soooo nice!" she sighed. "What a tongue! Oh, yes, Roseanne, right there.
Right there!" I sucked and laved her clitoral bud. It ripened beneath my
caresses. It was as big as a nipple, but tasted a thousand times better. From
time to time, I delved my tongue into the deep folds of her pussy, licking
around and into her vagina, eliciting loud gasps and hisses from her. Her head
was thrown back; her legs shook in a spasm. I shook my head back and forth as
fast as I could, my tongue darting across her full-bloomed clitoris. I went on
like that for several minutes, driving her crazy. "I'm coming! I'm coming," she
yelled. "Don't stop! Yes! Oh, yessssss!" She must have had multiple orgasms. Her
whole body shook spasmodically. Her brow was filled with beads of sweat. When
the orgasm subsided, she gently stroked my head, still ensconced between her
legs. Her thighs were softness around my ears. I was still kissing her clitoral
nubbin, ever so gently. "That was so beautiful, honey. You do have an educated
tongue!" "Do you want her to do your backside now?" asked Caroline. "You mean my
asshole?" "Yes, silly. She loves to do it back there," replied my lover, as my
face flushed crimson at the thought of what I might soon be expected to do. "No,
not right now. I need to relax a little. I'd like to watch you tenderize her
buttocks a bit first," said Julie-Anne. I was kind of glad I wasn't going to be
forced to eat this stranger's rosehole, even if the alternative was a good
beating on my behind. I was turned on now, and longed for the fire that Caroline
would ignite on my buttocks. She bade me stand and face her. Behind me,
Julie-Anne arose from the horizontal bar and pushed her skirt back down.
Caroline looked so sexy, her breasts pushing hard into her dress, nipples
hardened. "Give me the dildo, Roseanne," she commanded. I looked at her
quizzically. "The one that's sticking up your ass, slut!" she hollered.
Embarrassed, I reached behind me and found the ivory plastic still ensconced in
my behind. I gave it a yank and pulled it from me. Head lowered, fearing to look
in her eyes, I handed it to Caroline. I heard Julie-Anne moving from behind me;
her hand passed delicately over the orbs of my ass, purposely, as she moved to
Caroline's side. Caroline put the dildo in the hip pocket of her dress for
safekeeping. It would be used later on me, I was sure. Caroline looked at
Julie-Anne who was staring at my nudity. "She's such a child," said my lover.
"She has a teenager's pubic hair and breasts." My face reddened. Caroline
reached out and pinched my left nipple between her thumb and forefinger. I
winced, then cried out in pain. She didn't let go. I endured the pain rather
than give in to her. She knew I needed to be hurt before I could be loved.
Part 2
"The Ass Frencher," said Caroline to Julie-Anne, who padded with bare feet
to the wall of whips and removed the long, hard, three-inch wide black leather
belt from its holding. It was not a particularly painful instrument, but it was
preferred by many in the S&M world because of the loud noise it made when
leather met flesh and the sudden redness it caused. In fact, it left me with a
warm glow that would last for hours after a beating. It was a pleasant pain, so
to speak. It was not nearly as horrendous as a cat-o-nine tails or the dreaded
birch rod. Caroline sometimes used it on my breasts even. "Turn around!" ordered
Caroline sharply. I twirled on my heels, facing the now familiar horizontal bars
and red cushion. "Bend over the bar, slave!" she commanded, slapping my ass with
a loud crack with the palm of her hand. Startled, I moved quickly to the
cushioned bar and bent my body over it, my ass high, the orbs invitingly parted,
my legs held tightly together. "Her asshole is still partially opened," said
Julie-Anne. "The dildo did a good job." I felt my face redden even more,
listening to her speak about me that way. I didn't hear Caroline reply. Perhaps
she nodded. Her comment made me feel all the more exposed. "Just strap her
wrists to the lower bar," Caroline finally said to her accomplice after a long
pause. She often let my legs go free just to watch them jerk up with each stroke
of belt or whip. I would have preferred to have my legs bound also. There is
peace in bondage. Julie-Anne moved to my side and fastened my right wrist to the
strap, then moved and did the same with the other side. Her elbow pushed into my
downward-hanging breasts as she moved quickly to affix my wrists. I was a
prisoner once again. I could feel the sweat running down my brow. I could smell
the softness of Julie-Anne's soft, blond hair which was cut short over her ears.
Finished her duty, she moved back to Caroline's side. "How high can you count,
honey?" asked Caroline of me, an obvious reference to the number of strokes I
was about to receive. "S-Six," I hesitatingly responded. "Times two," laughed
Caroline. "Twelve nice ones on that sweet hiney of yours. If you lose count, we
start all over." Hardly had she finished her sentence when the loud "THWACK!" of
leather upon flesh and the sharp pain across the orbs of my upturned ass mingled
as I cried out in pain. "One," I half-whispered. "I can't hear you, slave,"
shouted Caroline. "ONE!" I cried, my buttocks burning already. "THWACK!!" came
the second stroke as my unrestrained legs jerked spasmodically as the strap bit
into my naked buttocks. The sound of leather on flesh reverberated around the
room. "AHHHH!", I screamed, hissing between my teeth. "TWO!" I knew that the
white cheeks of my ass were now quite reddened, after just two strokes. "The
crying is a sham," said Caroline to Julie-Anne. "She loves it. Sometimes she
begs me for it, especially before we make love. She needs the pain to make the
pleasure more intense. She has often maintained that the more intense the pain,
the more heightened the pleasure." I felt her rub the leather belt across my ass
like a violin bow, gently, as she prepared me for the next stroke. I loved it
when she did it like that, teasing me, making me wonder when next the pain would
come so sweetly to me. Often she would lift the whip or belt from me, only to
return it once again in gentleness, heightening my desire in suspense. Yes, she
fulfilled my every need. How many times a good whipping led to the most
exquisite love-making I had ever known. For today, the strokes went on to the
inevitable twelfth, leaving my buttocks steaming hot and tingling, the tears
streaming down my face. The twelfth stroke was the hardest, leaving me panting,
out of breath, exhausted. "Undo her wrists, Julie-Anne." Julie-Anne obeyed. I
was bade to stand then, facing the wall, silently sobbing as the heat from the
strapping felt like a fire on my backside. "Back up! Three steps backward!"
ordered Caroline. In the quietness of the early evening I moved, just in front
of her. "Grab your ankles!" A child of obedience, I bent, my knees parted, my
hands feverishly grasping my ankles tightly. Her middle finger was inside my
asshole in a flash. I hissed as it entered me, drawing the breath between my
teeth. She frigged me with the finger, pistoning it in and out of me. The pain
felt strangely good, though I snorted and breathed in spurts whilst she entered
and raped my most private of places. Julie-Anne looked on in quiet amazement.
Indeed, she had never seen a truly submissive person. It seemed an eternity that
her finger was in me, but I maintained my awkward balance satisfactorily. When
she finished, she bade me stand up. My legs felt like rubber. "Face us!" she
ordered. I turned, my breasts swaying slightly as I stopped, head lowered. "Take
the rest of Julie-Anne's clothes off, Roseanne," ordered my lover. "Oh, no,
that's all right," said her red-faced friend, "I..." Her voice trailed off as
Caroline looked at her sternly. It was obvious the order had taken Julie-Anne by
surprise. I moved to the front of the pretty blonde who now had a nervous smile.
My rosehole still tingled from its recent adventure. Julie-Anne's full breasts
strained against the thin material of her white blouse. Her nipples stood out
boldly against the cloth. Caroline caught me eyeing them. "Cup the breasts and
kiss them before you take the blouse off," she said huskily. Gladly I moved the
palms of my hands beneath each melon. They were full and weighty, yet soft
beneath my palms. I couldn't wait to see them uncovered. Bending my head
slightly, I kissed first one, then the other, ever so gently, right over the
cloth-covered turgid nipple. Julie-Anne drew in her breath slightly as I did it.
Her right hand gently touched my left elbow as I raised my head and, for the
first time, she looked deeply into my eyes. It was normally forbidden during a
training or punishment session to look upon your tormentors, but Julie-Anne had
me mesmerized. I moved my fingers to the top button of the blouse, still looking
into her eyes. She smiled wistfully. "I hope you like me when I am naked," she
whispered. I did not answer her. I moved my eyes to the top button which by now
had come undone. The top of her chest was pure white. My eyes trailed to the
next button along with my fingertips. Somewhat nervously, I undid it, revealing
the very top of her white cotton bra. The next few buttons would begin to reveal
what I sought. "Reach inside her blouse first, Roseanne. Feel them." I knew
Caroline was enjoying this as much as I was. The fingertips of my right hand
moved beneath the parted cloth, under the bra strap, then downward, into the cup
of the bra itself. Her tit was silky soft and smooth. She sighed as I squeezed
it gently, feeling its firmness. Under the lacy cotton my index finger sought
and found the already hardened nipple. "OH!" she cried out as I ran the tip of
my finger over the fleshy protuberance. I raised my head to see her face--eyes
closed, head cocked slightly to the left, mouth partially opened. Caroline let
me continue for several moments, voyeuristically looking on, my fingers
manipulating the supple curves beneath the thin material. "That's enough!"
snapped Caroline. "See what effect you are having on her. Feel between her legs
and tell me." I removed my hand from the cottony encasement and moved it slowly
down the front of her body, between us, touching the soon to be undone buttons
of her blouse, her thin black belt, her tight red skirt. I pressed my fingers
into her abdomen as I moved towards and then over her bony mons veris. I could
almost feel the pubic hairs beneath. Her legs were parted as far as the tight
skirt would allow, the hem of the dress at mid-thigh. I curled my fingers around
the hem and yanked it gently upward, raising the skirt slowly, knowing that
Caroline would be enjoying the sexy view. In seconds the skirt was raised to the
top of her thighs. My knuckles scrapped against the soft pubic down. I turned my
hand, palm up, and moved it forward between Julie-Anne's soft thighs. Caroline
could not see what my hand was doing beneath the skirt, but she knew from the
contorted expression on Julie-Anne's face and her loud gasp that I had entered
her moist vagina with my finger. Two fingers, to be exact, glided into the dark,
self-lubricated canyon. She threw her back in abandon, opening her mouth even
more. Her brow was furrowed. "Well?" asked Caroline. "It's very wet there," I
whispered, wriggling my fingers inside her. "Oh! That's nice!" sighed
Julie-Anne. "Taste her sex! Suck your fingers clean!" ordered my lover, her
voice dripping with sexiness. Withdrawing my love-juice covered fingers from the
steaming pussy, her cum was clear and shiny on my fingers, I brought them to my
mouth. Greedily, I sucked the juices that I had just taken from Julie-Anne's
vagina. The taste was pungent, salty, not unlike my Caroline's. "More!" ordered
Caroline, obviously finding this little play a great turn-on. My fingers
returned to the lake, plummeting into the depths of her warmth and darkness once
more, yielding the same, perhaps louder, gasp from Julie-Anne. I shoved them in
as far as I could. She was steaming hot inside. I filled my fingers with her
come, and without being asked, withdrew and brought them to my mouth once more.
The taste was unbelievably delicious. "Three fingers," said Caroline. Seconds
later my middle, index and ring fingers were ensconced inside Julie-Anne's
vagina. I wanted to fuck her until it hurt. To tongue her. To play with her
erect clit. To make her scream in ecstasy. But Caroline had other ideas, at
least for the time being. After watching me suck my three come-filled fingers
clean, Caroline ordered me to continue disrobing her. My fingers, still moist
with a mixture of her love juices and my saliva, slowly undid the remaining
three buttons above her skirt. I then pulled the short-sleeved white blouse from
her skirt and undid the one remaining button. I let the blouse hang on its own,
opened, the center of her lacy white bra stretching across her chest, now
heaving with each breath in anticipation of some more sweet loving. She could
never have imagined what other adventures Caroline had in store for her. I moved
my hands to the top of the blouse and parted it fully, exposing the full cups of
her large, pointy tits. Through the exquisite lace I could see the soft, white
flesh beneath, the round darker-colored areolas surrounding the pink nubbins
which strained to be free against thin, semi-transparent cotton. I drew the
blouse over her shoulders and down her arms. She shook her hands slightly and
the material dropped to the floor, silent as falling snow. She looked once again
into my eyes, lustfully, a look of sexual anticipation on her pretty face.
Without being asked, I leaned forward and put my arms around Julie- Anne's back,
over her bare arms. In doing so, my naked breasts met the flimsy material of her
bra. Standing breast-to-breast, I unhooked the catch at the center of her back.
Without drawing back, I let the straps fall over her shoulders and down her
arms. Understanding that I did not want to break the caress of our breasts, she
reached between us and slid each strap, in turn, over her elbows and lifted her
arms free. My own swollen breasts, flattened against hers, were now the only
things preventing her from being naked from the waist up. Keeping my arms around
her back, I drew her even closer to me, grinding my pubis into hers. Her parted
lips met mine and she frenched me immediately, trying, I felt, to drive her
tongue into the depths of my throat, so turned on was she. I knew she could
taste her own juices still lingering on my tongue. As we kissed, passionately,
feverishly, I moved my right hand to her hanging bra and yanked it gently
downward, pulling the soft material across both of our breasts at the same time,
scraping our turgid nipples in unison. As the lacy cotton slid slowly downward,
more and more of our flesh met, until, at last, our breasts met in their fleshy,
soft nakedness. The feeling was exquisite. Her eager tongue delved all over the
inside of my mouth. We continued to grind each other, pubis to pubis. I knew
Caroline was beside herself by now, watching the two of us slowly get it on. I
moved my right hand to the back of Julie-Anne's her neck and stroked gently
beneath her short, blonde hair. From within her throat she seemed almost to be
purring, like a kitten. Sliding my hand past her ear, I moved my fingers to her
cheek. They still smelled of her cunt. "Her skirt," whispered Caroline. "Stand
back and take it off." Our sweaty bodies parted, her tits springing into
blossom. They were full, ripe, white melons with almost no sag, capped by small,
pink, hard nipples and encircled with coral-colored, silver dollar-sized moons.
I don't know where Caroline found this one, but she was beautiful beyond
compare. My fingers trembling with desire, I unhooked the thin, black vinyl belt
at Julie-Anne's waist, then moved my hands to her side where I slid the button
through the stiff material. Quickly locating the top of the zipper, pulled it
down with my right hand while grasping the top of the skirt between the thumb
and index fingers of my left hand. The noise of the zipper tore through the
silence of the room like thunder. Julie-Anne thoughtfully closed her legs
slightly. With only the gentlest of pushes, I eased the red cloth over her
rounded hips. Half- way down its journey it moved on its own, dropping to the
floor around her ankles in a circle, her beautiful, full, blonde bush once more
exposed to our lustful eyes. She stepped out of the circle, naked, like me.
Inside my own loins I could feel my own desire building to a crescendo. How far
would Caroline let me go before pulling one of her surprises on Julie-Anne? I
dropped down on my knees to the floor before the towering blonde, head even with
her golden bush. Gently touching the back of my head with her hand, she guided
my face to her pussy. My lips met the downy softness of her fleece once more.
She opened her legs wider for me, her knees pointing slightly outward and bent.
Her cunt was mine once more. I lapped at it greedily with my tongue, swiping
between the puffy lips, into the come-filled moisture of her pink tissues,
letting the very tip of my tongue tease the turgid clit. The palms of
Julie-Anne's her hands moved to her hips, fingers pointing downward. Looking
down, she watched my head moving between her alabaster legs. She pushed her cunt
into my face while I greedily consumed her. Her breasts swayed to and fro. She
breathed heavily through her nose--short, gasping breaths, half-snorts, like an
animal in heat. She reached down once more with her hand and pulled my head
further into her. When I raced the tip of my tongue over her aching clit, she
screamed out, "OH! YES! There! Right there! Don't stop! OH, please don't stop!"
Obliging her, I didn't, redoubling my efforts with circular movements around the
protruding nubbin.
Part 3
Out of the corner of my eye I saw Caroline move behind Julie-Anne, perhaps to
get a better view of my handiwork. Knowing Caroline would have wanted me to do
it, I moved my hands around bottom of Julie-Anne's ass and, using just the tips
of several fingers, spread the lower cheeks apart, exposing the pink rosebud to
the heat-filled room and Caroline's lustful gaze. I was surprised that Caroline
was letting me play this long with our new friend. I knew it would not last, but
the enjoyment was such for the both of us, ah, even for the three of us, that I
continued to eat the blonde bush with total abandon. The exposure of
Julie-Anne's rosehole to Caroline was the finishing touch for the blonde's night
of pleasure. She hadn't the slightest inkling, but it was about to become a
night she would not soon forget. "Roseanne," ordered Caroline, her throat filled
with hoarseness, "get the cushion for Julie-Anne; I want you to eat her ass,
too." Obediently, I stopped my tonguing, arose, and moved to the side of the
room. I slid the cushion over. I had been on it many times, too many, perhaps.
The cushion itself was made of red velvet. It was about two to three feet long,
perhaps a foot wide, and approximately four feet high. It was thick and soft,
comfortable to lie upon, belying its intended purpose. The four wooden legs of
the cushion were affixed to two long four by six boards. At the side of each of
the four legs was a strap and buckle. In the middle of the cushion was a fifth
strap, designed to go around the waist of person lying on the cushion. The
constraints were perfect--the waist strap, one strap for each arm just above the
elbow, and the other two for each leg just above the knee-- holding the victim
tightly in place as she lay upon her tummy on the cushion, ass and pussy
completely exposed over the far end. I had spent many hours on this device,
often called the Punish Cushion by Caroline for its ideal positioning of the
victim's ass and cunt and legs. Julie-Anne looked in awe at the contraption, but
had, at this point, nothing to fear, believing only that she was about to her
asshole eaten by a tongue she had become quite accustomed to--mine. "Lie down on
the cushion, Julie-Anne," said Caroline in a sweet voice, "on your stomach, so
Roseanne can show you some nice surprises." Still unafraid, the blonde beauty
bent down, initially putting her sopping pussy right in the middle of the
cushion. "You need to slide back further, honey," said Caroline. "Let your arms
and legs be even with the legs, so your ass is well over the edge. Julie-Anne
can take care of both of your openings that way by sitting behind you between
your legs." Julie-Anne slid backwards, all the way to the end. In front, she
rested on her forearms, elbows even with the legs. In back, she was supported by
her knees on the floor, though most of the weight of her body fell upon the
velvety cushion. The position was perfect. Her pink, round rosehole gleamed
between the slightly spread globes of her pure white ass; her pussy was gaping
open, greased by her own come and my saliva--the pink tissues gently contrasting
with the soft blonde hair surrounding the puffy cuntal lips. I was wondering
how, and when, Caroline would spring the surprise upon her. "I want you to work
on her bunghole first, Roseanne. Get between her legs!" I shifted my body on the
floor until I came to rest between the stranger's parted legs, bent at the
knees. I rested my left forearm on the top of her buttocks, mostly for support,
while I moved my right hand to her alabaster globes. I bent my head and planted
a gentle, sweet kiss on Julie-Anne's left globe, swirling my tongue in a
maddening circle as I sucked ever so gently on the soft skin. "She is great at
ass eating!" remarked Caroline, reassuring Julie- Anne that she was about to be
rimmed and nothing else. As I moved my head to the other globe and kissed and
tongued some more, Caroline moved to my left shoulder, kneeling, and stealthily
moved the leg strap around Julie-Anne's left leg, without tightening it. If she
had tried to move her leg, I would have put downward pressure on her ass and
tightened my hold with my arms. Fortunately, she did not feel the Caroline's
movements, nor did she feel them around her other leg. Each strap was now
buckled, but not tightened. As I moved my head into the top of the groove which
split Julie- Anne's globes in half, and applied the tip of my tongue to the
groove's beginning, Caroline arose and moved slowly to the front of the cushion,
where Julie-Anne's eyes were closed in ecstasy. Caroline knelt, her dark blue
skirt rising to mid thigh, then sat back down on her haunches, her buttocks
supported by her calves. Moving her hands to Julie-Anne's cheeks, she raised the
somewhat startled girl's head, and, without a word, kissed her full, on the
mouth, softly, passionately. To my surprise, she moved her right hand around the
back of Julie-Anne's head, then trailed downward along the spinal column, until
she found my mouth at the stranger's ass. She moved her middle finger sexily
into my mouth, for a few seconds, and I sucked on it nice and softly. Her
actions gave her an idea. "Come here and stand next to me, slave," she ordered.
I arose, naked, and moved to her side, just to the left front of Julie-Anne.
"Open your legs!," she commanded. Once parted, my opened legs were the recipient
of her hand. She shoved her middle finger into my vagina. My flow of juices
there was unbelievably strong. Looking up, Julie-Anne watched Caroline
manipulate me. After several moments, she withdrew the now glistening finger and
brought it to Julie-Anne's mouth, then eased it gently between her slightly
parted lips. Julie-Anne tasted me on Caroline's fingers. "It's Roseanne's love
for you, Julie-Anne," whispered Caroline. "Do you like it?" The blonde,
red-faced, nodded her head as my lover moved to kiss her once more, tasting my
love in Julie-Anne's mouth. She had Julie- Anne where she wanted her as she
moved her hands all over the excited girl's back and arms, while I, for my part,
kneeled on the floor and continued my slow, downward trek towards the glistening
pink 'O' that was Julie-Anne's rosehole. Spreading the lower ass cheeks apart, I
moved the tip of my tongue to the tiny opening and began rimming it. Julie-Anne
gurgled in delight. Knowing that the blonde would offer no resistance, Caroline
looked down and pulled the left wrist strap around Julie-Anne's arm. It was
obvious to Julie-Anne what was happening, but her mind did not comprehend fear.
She opened her eyes. "What are you doing?" she asked. "Nothing, darling,"
answered Caroline, as she tightened the strap around the arm and buckled it. "I
just don't want you to flail around too much while Roseanne and I give you our
sweet double treatment, front and back. It's a special we do for our favorite
lovers. You'll love it." Her voice was filled with honey as she moved quickly to
the other strap and affixed it quickly. It was done now, all over for
Julie-Anne, though she knew not what was about to happen. "Get up, Roseanne,"
said Caroline, rising from her kneeling position. I stood, next to the naked,
unwitting blonde, and watched Caroline bring the inch strap around Julie-Anne's
waist. "Hey!" she said, this time with a little fear in her voice, "What are you
doing to me?" For the first time since she had settled comfortably onto the
cushion, she attempted to move her legs and realized they, too, were bound.
"Easy, honey," whispered Caroline as she tightened the waist strap. "It's time
for some new adventures for you." The both of us quickly moved to each of the
startled girl's legs and tightened the final two straps. She was now completely
constrained, and becoming decidedly more nervous. "STOP!" she screamed,
realizing that she was becoming the victim. "If you continue to scream," said
Caroline, "I will have to gag you. You have surmised, perhaps, that it is now
your turn to taste some new and different feelings. We promise we will not hurt
you too much. It will be scary at first, but let things happen and perhaps you
will learn to enjoy what we do--the giving and taking of pain." "Are you crazy?"
said the blonde in a shaky voice. "Let me up!" "When we are done, darling," said
Caroline. "Are you ready to begin, Roseanne?" "Yes," I replied. "Get the long
dildo. Oil it!" I stepped over the scared blonde and went to the cabinet where I
found the twelve inch plastic phallus, long and thin, that had often been in my
own rectum, providing me with untold pleasures and pain. I brought it back,
along with a jar of K-Y jelly, to Caroline, who was now kneeling in back of
Julie-Anne, between her legs, eyeing the exposed rectal orifice. Opening the jar
of K-Y, I slid the dildo into it. It came out filled with the lubricant. I
handed it to Caroline, who, with furrowed brow, held the plastic tube in her
right hand while she gently pushed aside the bottom right side of Julie-Anne's
lower ass with her left hand, spreading the anus apart. Julie-Anne was beginning
to get the idea. "NO! Not there!" she shouted. "Now, now," said Caroline, "It's
too thin to give you a lot of pain. I just want you to get introduced to it.
Later the dildos get thicker and much more painful." "Are...uh...Are you going
to put it inside me?" asked the nervous girl. "Uh-uh," replied Caroline. "I
believe that is what we had in mind." "In my, in my...." "In your ass,"
interrupted Caroline. "Please don't. Oh, please don't," cried the bound blonde.
"If you don't stop acting like a little baby, I'll have Roseanne get a much
larger one for starters, and that will not be very pleasant. Consider this a
favor for your first time, honey." Caroline rubbed the blonde's alabaster globes
with her left hand, gently kneading the flesh, sometimes parting it to reveal
the pink, crinkly anus. I knelt down beside Caroline, looking on. There was a
thin coating of blonde peach fuzz surrounding Julie-Anne's anal opening. I had
seen much hairier assholes. This one looked very eatable. I was sorry I hadn't
gotten that far earlier. "I need some grease on my finger, doll," said Caroline
to me as she placed the pink dildo on the floor. She held her middle finger out
and I held the jar for her, then watched her ease the finger disappear into the
greasy substance. The digit glistened menacingly as she withdrew it. "She has a
beautiful rosehole," whispered Caroline. I nodded in agreement. "Too beautiful!"
she sighed, bringing the glob of lubricant to Julie-Anne's back entrance, then
touched the blonde's puckered 'O'. "NO! PLEASE!" cried the scared girl, as she
felt the outside of her most private of parts being violated, her head shaking
back and forth to emphasize her displeasure with Caroline's actions. Ignoring
her cries and protestations, Caroline applied the K-Y in a circular pattern
around the lovely orifice, her eyes fascinated by the crinkly rosebud.
Julie-Anne kicked her feet on the floor and clenched her fists tightly.
Nonchalantly, Caroline pushed her finger through the newly lubricated orifice
with ease. Julie-Anne screamed, not in pain, but out of fear and humiliation. I
could see that Caroline was getting upset with her. "Get the ball gag, doll,"
she said to me. I used her shoulder for support as I arose from my kneeling
position, went to the drawer once more, and quickly located the red ball with
twin leather strands. My tits bouncing, I strode back to Caroline, who was
moving her hand in a circular pattern, the middle finger embedded deeply in
Julie-Anne's ass. I would have loved to have been in Julie-Anne's place, so much
did I love the feeling of something inside me there, conversely to put something
inside someone back there in that special place. How often I have masturbated
with something inside my ass, anything--my own finger. A dildo. A cucumber.
Literally anything that would fit. More often than not, my orgasm was that much
greater with something up there, my anus surrounding it, clutching it as I would
come and come until I was exhausted. I had grown particularly adept at getting a
man's rocks off when butt-fucking, knowing just how to squeeze the glans at the
right times, knowing when to take him all the way. When I am in complete control
I can make a man come in seconds, all the while enjoying it immensely myself. It
is the greatest gift a woman can give a man sexually if it is done right, better
than the best of blow-jobs, which I had also learned with a fair amount of
skill. I stood next to Caroline, watching her hand intently, the red ball gag
hanging limply by my side. Caroline's brow was furrowed, so deep in
concentration was she. Her finger was pistoning now. She seemed oblivious to
Julie-Anne's incessant screaming. Then she looked at me and nodded in the
direction of the screaming girl. I moved forward and straddled the blonde once
more, facing her head and bringing the red rubber ball in front of the blonde's
mouth. Tears were streaming down the girl's cheeks in torrents. Quickly and
gracefully I pulled the ball between her gaping lips. She gurgled, snorted,
kicked, shook her head frantically, but quieted down quickly as I tied the
leather strap in a bow-knot at the back of her head. Caroline looked up at me,
between my spread legs. I knew she was doing it. I could feel her eyes on my ass
and pussy. I turned and faced my lover, my tormentor. My cunt was on fire. I
needed her so badly. She knew it. "Why don't you come around behind me and lift
my skirt and tongue me a little," she whispered. She needed me, too. "I'm
wearing your favorite blue panties," she continued, with a wry smile. As I
stepped over the top of Julie-Anne, Caroline was placing the long, thin dildo
right in the middle of her victim's well-lubricated asshole. I would have
enjoyed watching the device enter the pretty blonde, but all my thoughts were
fixed on what I was about to do to my sweet Caroline. Caroline had shifted to a
doggy-style position, her dark blue skirt having ridden up to approximately
mid-thigh. She was not wearing pantyhose. Her legs were well tanned, almost
bronzed. I dropped down on my knees behind her, with thoughts of her sweet blue
panties filling my mind. Looking over the top of Caroline's head, I watched the
dildo gliding through the rich jelly surrounding Julie-Anne's anus right into
her rectum. She was really gurgling behind the ball gag. I looked down at
Caroline's sweet rounded ass, straining against her tight skirt, and forgot
about poor Julie-Anne. It was the most gorgeous ass I had ever seen, bar none. I
loved it. When she would permit me, like now, to have my way with her,
invariably I spent most of the time playing with the beautifully shaped globes,
using my indefatigable tongue for untold hours on her delicious rosehole. There
was not a time I was unable to bring her to wave after wave of delicious orgasm
just by playing with her back there. I moved the palms of my hands to her
clothed-covered globes. It was a somewhat muscular ass, its firmness the result
of her hours of exercise which she always performed in the nude, in front of a
full length mirror, often letting me watch from her bed, making me horny with
desire, knowing her spread legs and hanging breasts were there for the taking
when she finished. The slurping sound of the dildo being pistoned in and out of
Julie-Anne's ass, coupled with her throaty moans, stirred me on. I kneaded the
buttocks gently, pressing my thumbs into the cottony skirt. I moved each hand in
a circular pattern over the globes, slowly, sensually, building her up
methodically, teasingly. Her knees were spread as far apart as the tight skirt
would permit, leaving plenty of room for my right hand to wander stealthily
under the hem whilst my other hand continued to roam all over the delightful
globes. Once under the skirt, my hand gently touched the inside of Caroline's
left thigh, about half-way up, where the skin is smoothest and the feeling
electric. The unexpected touch brought an audible "Oh!" from her and a backwards
pressure of her buttocks against my kneading fingers. The soft insides of her
bare thighs fell prey to fingernails and the tips of my fingers, traveling a
slow course from the top of her thigh to the back of her knee. I still had not
raised her skirt; all my actions were between her parted legs, my elbow bent
beneath the hem. Nor had I touched her pantied crotch and thick, full, fatty
pubis. My own excitement was enhanced knowing that all the while, just in front
of me, Caroline was reaming Julie-Anne's butt with the dildo. I could hear the
victim's snorts and gurgles amidst the incessant slurping of the pistoning,
twisting dildo. Under the skirt, my hand moved from thigh to thigh, sometimes
using the back of my hand to stroke the right thigh, sometimes turning my hand
beneath the spread skirt to use my fingertips on the inner softness of her
gorgeous legs. On one occasion, when the back of my hand eased upwards against
the inside of Caroline's right leg, the middle knuckle of my thumb hit the
pantied crotch. To no surprise, the crotch was sticky wet, filled with the love
juices flowing from her burning cunt. When she dropped her ass downward to
create more pressure of my thumb in her cunny, I turned my hand, palm up, and
sank it softly into the moistened softness of the silky material. "Oh, yes!" she
moaned out loud, gyrating her buns. I let my hand rest on its own against the
crotch, letting Caroline masturbate herself upon the upturned palm. Pressing
gently upwards with only the slightest of pressure, I allowed her to buck back
and forth, dry-humping hand, now wet with the juices flowing copiously from her
steaming vagina. My own loins were on fire, crying to be soothed by tongue or
cock or anything. I pressed my middle finger hard into the clitoral area; she
responded by gasping and dropping her torso even lower, thus raising her ass
higher. "My skirt, Roseanne, raise it over my hips, you'll see your favorite
panties," she said thickly. I withdrew my hand from inside her skirt, then
placed both hands on the outside of her thighs. To assist me in my endeavor,
Caroline brought her parted knees closer together. I moved my fingers beneath
the hem, then began pushing the material slowly upwards, revealing, inch by
delicious inch, more and more of her well-tanned, muscular legs. When the
material reached the very top of her thighs, just below the panty line, I
paused, bent my head down, and gently kissed the delicate softness of the back
of her right thigh. At the same time, I took a deep breath and smelled the
musky, cunty odor emanating from her between her legs, where in moments my face
would soon be buried. I heard her hiss between her teeth as my lips sucked ever
so gently upon the delicately smooth skin near the top of the back of her thigh.
I kissed and gently sucked a trail from the top of the thigh to the bend in her
leg, flicking my tongue from time to time upon its smoothness. Having reached
the bottom of my journey, I let my cheek rest upon the calf of Caroline's right
leg, then cocked my head to look upward. The view up my lover's skirt from my
vantage point below, between her sleek, bare legs, was agonizingly beautiful!
The wide expanse of her panty-crotch, beneath which lay her steaming pussy, was
too much for my wanton eyes. I never realized how much I needed this woman.
Realizing I was looking straight up her dress, Caroline obligingly moved her
legs as far apart as her skirt allowed. In the middle of the light-blue panty
crotch was a thin line where the cloth invaded slightly into the puffy labia,
outlining the cuntal lips. At either side of the crotch, light brown curly hairs
peeked out, yearning for freedom. The back of the panties were pulled slightly
into the lower crack of her ass. I know
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