An Evening for Susan Chapter I - The Calm Before the Storm Susan sat at the dining room table nursing her morning coffee, smoking a cigarette. A smile crept across her face as she mused on the morning activities. Her right hand drifted to her lap and her fingers pressed against her feminine mound through her shorts. Lost in the moment she felt the flutter of excitement run through he body again. One of the things that she and Chris really loved was showering together. The warm water hitting their naked bodies, the tender feel of soapy hands gliding over flesh. Ever since Susan's best friend developed breast cancer, they had been diligent in checking for any tell tale signs. First Chris would check Susan's ample breasts, his fingers delicately moving around her tit, pressing, searching. Susan's eyes would close to his touch, his soapy hands holding her titties like two ripe melons, then squeezing them together and a final pinch of her budding nipples that would make her giggle. Then it was Chris's turn for inspection. Susan would hold him close and cup his balls in her hand gently probing as she looked for anything that might indicate testicular cancer. When she was finished her soapy hands would glide up the shaft of his cock, lingering at the head and pinching it slightly between her fingers. Kissing, fondling, bathing titties, buns and thighs, Chris would sit on the shower seat and eye level with Susan's plump vulva he would lather it up with the special shaving gel and then with a new razor he would carefully shave away the little stubble that had formed. His fingers moving her labia this way and that, he left her as slick as the day she was born. Then it was a special salve that he worked into her soft mound, massaging Susan's thick lips as he grasped them between thumb and fore finger in a kind of milking motion, causing Susan to quiver and push her sex against his touch. With both hands, he spread the mouth of her sex wide displaying to his gaze and the spraying water, the pink glistening inner membranes, the little bud of her clitoris and the small hole of her urethra. The total exposure made Susan blush wildly. With his little finger, he pressed against her little pee hole, actually managing to insert the very tip of his finger, threatening to thrust the entire digit up the tiny entrance to her bladder. Susan moaned as she could no longer hold back, and when Chris removed his finger from her little hole, a gush of yellow liquid shot like a hose from the center of her sex mouth and cascaded on Chris's chest, bathing him in the warmth of her water that splashed down over his cock and balls. Chris released her labia and they closed like flaps leaving only the thin line of her womanly division, and the stream of her pee now became a spray the length of her slice that continued to splash against his body and his rock hard shaft. Then there would be more washing, playing. Susan's face pressed against the shower wall, her legs spread, her back arched, her eyes closed tightly and a low crooning coming from her lips as Chris's fingers washed, pressed, caressed the entry to her bottom. Susan loved anal, and Chris could make her cum and cum, the ever-gentle touch of his fingers on the bud of her ass, his finger searching, touching and then dipping in until two fingers slowly rhythmically slid in and out of her ass while Susan moved with them. During all this, Chris watched as the syrup of Susan desire fell in long strands from her parted slice to the floor of the shower. And when she was almost exhausted from cuming, she would turn and go to her knees, grasping his cock and balls and sliding it deep into her mouth, her tongue swishing across the head of his prick, searching out the little pee hole, forcing his cock deep into her throat, her lips at the root of his shaft, and then slowly out and in again, until she felt his balls contract, heard his heavy breathing and opening her mouth wide to accept the sperm that erupted from his cock and shot down her throat and lay on her tongue. She drank every drop, convinced with showing her love for him, and her desire to have him all. She licked at the small drops that remained. Susan's fingers had pushed the material of her shorts into her gash and her fingers were moving up and down her slice as she remembered it all. Suddenly, she was rocked into reality as the phone rang.
Chapter II - Punishment is the Answer Susan immediately noted the anxiety in Chris's voice, the sense of urgency, and butterflies ran through her body. "Chris what is it?" she asked in alarm. "Susan, did you make the payment on the summer house last week?" he responded with a sound of defeat in his voice. Together, they had taken a sizable loan out on their ideal vacation house in the country. A beautiful place situated on 5 acres of land that included a small lake. The beautiful house was a dream. This payment was crucial, because the deal they made was one that could backfire on them and crush them. The payment had to be made on time; it was the most important thing in the world. Susan froze in panic and she stammered almost incoherently, "Ch-Chr-, Chris, I, I," but she couldn't get the words out. Tears were streaming down her cheeks as she pressed the phone to her ear and heard Chris choking back his own tears. "It's all lost, everything, we've lost it all, the house, the land, all our furnishings." Susan was choking now on her own sobs, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry I forgot," she sobbed quietly. The phone was dead, and Susan sat devastated. She called back, her voice a tiny whisper, "Chris please forgive me, I beg you," feeling that she was loosing everything. Chris was quiet, and then said evenly, "It's in the past, we can't go back now, we just have to go on." Susan denoted the little bit of hope in his voice and it gave her hope too. "I am so sorry, Chris, I know I need to be punished, please you must." "I don't know Susan," Chris replied, "I just don't know what to do." Susan was pleading, "Chris I deserve it, and it's all my fault. Please, I want us to go on from this, I need this." she begged. "It will be punishment Susan, not pleasure," Chris said determinedly. "I know, I agree, it must be, and I deserve it," Susan confessed in a weak voice, knowing that if it happened, it would be hard on her, but it's what she wanted. Chris's voice changed now, and it took on an aura of authority and command, and it made Susan feel more reassured even as it made her shiver. "You have arrangements to go shopping with your friend Carol tomorrow. Call her and cancel, but be sure to tell her why you are canceling and that you are going to be punished. Do you understand Susan? Don't lie to her, because I guarantee that I will find out. When that is done, call me back," and the phone went dead.
Chapter III - A Friend's Request Susan wasted no time in calling her close friend Carol. It was difficult but she told Carol the story and then weakly alluded to the fact that she was being punished. Susan and Carol had been friends for almost forever, and shared most of what happened in their lives. Once, some time ago, Susan had mention casually that she had gotten a spanking, but when Carol showed great interest, Susan joked it off and hoped that it would be forgotten. Carol expressed her concern for Susan and the situation and asked her to call her soon. "Yes," Chris said into the phone that beeped in his office. "Chris," this is Carol," the voice replied. "Oh Carol, hello," Chris said. "Chris, Susan just called...," "Yes, I know Carol," Chris said cutting her off, "I told her to call. I'm sorry about tomorrow, I know how you girls enjoy getting together." "It's alright Chris," Carol responded, "Susan, explained the situation, and I understand how upset you must be." "Well, it's been a hell of a morning to be sure," Chris, answered." "Chris," Carol started, "I know this is going to sound crazy and pretty wild, but, well, gee I don't know how to phrase this," "Just say what you feel Carol, you Susan and I have been friends for a long time. "Well, ok, you see Chris, I would really like to witness Susan's punishment." "Whoa," Chris said loudly, "Carol, I'm not sure you know what you are asking. In our house, punishment takes the form of corporal punishment." "I think I know that Chris," Carol said, "some time back Susan confided that she had been spanked. She tried to blow it off, but it really intrigued me, and today, when she said that she was going to be punished, I just knew that it would be rough." "Yes, Susan's bottom is going to be roasted to well done," Chris announced. "Please Chris," Carol pleaded; I've just got to see it. I'm not sure why, but it's driving me wild thinking about it." "Well," Chris said leaving the phrase unfinished, then, "Answer this question truthfully Carol, and I will consider your request, are you wet?" Carol was taken aback by the question, and halted in her answer and then knowing that everything hinged on what she said she replied, "my panties are soaked Chris." He could almost feel her blush over the phone as he instructed, "Carol if you are to be involved you must do exactly as I say, no questions asked." Carol hesitated only briefly before she consented. The buzzer on Chris's phone rang from his secretary, "Sir, your wife is on the line." Chris returned to Carol. "Carol, hold on and listen," then he punched a button and Susan was on the line. Carol was able to hear, but unable to participate in the conversation. "Chris," Susan said apprehensively. "Yes, I'm here Susan. Listen and do as I say, understood?" "Yes," Susan replied seeking to do everything in her power to put this all behind them. "Go into the bedroom and remove all your clothes, now!" Chris instructed. There was a lull in the conversation and a few minutes Susan was back on the line. "Ok," Susan replied. "Ok what?" Chris asked. Susan blushed at being made to announce her situation. "I'm naked," she said over the phone." "Bare twat naked?" Chris demanded to know. Carol listen breathing heavily at the words being used and with her right hand she squeezed her sopping crotch. "Yes," Susan said. "Yes what? Young lady, Chris chided making her say the words he wanted to hear, "I'm bare twat naked," Susan blurted out, her face turning red in embarrassment, even just between he husband and herself. "Open the bottom drawer of the bureau," Chris ordered and Susan complied. She found a sack and when opening it gasped in surprise. It was the biggest butt plug she had ever seen. "Do you have what I think you should have in your hand?" Chris asked. "I think so," Susan stammered. "What is it?" Chris demanded. "I think it's a butt plug," Susan replied. "Exactly," Chris confirmed. Susan looked at the plug and gulped. The plug was huge, and she couldn't imagine an asshole that could take it. And not only that it was covered with little spiked bumps that surely would wreak havoc on the interior of anyones tender ass. Chris instructed Susan to coat it with the KY jelly that was also in the drawer and after she had done so, he told her, "Now get it up your ass girl." Susan shivered at the explicitness of his words. "Chris, I don't know, it looks so big." "Susan, you just better do as I say, and describe it all," Chris demanded. Carol was listening intently as was Chris as Susan proceeded. "I'm spreading my cheeks, OOOHHHHHH it's so big, AAAAHHHHHHH, it's half way up, UUUGGGHHHHHH, fuck those points are scraping my ass walls. AARRRREEGGGGUUU, it's up, it's in all the way Chris," Susan announced breathing quickly. Carol, listening, jammed two fingers deep into her cunt and against her clit. "Alright, then put on the thong panties to keep it in place, and leave it until I call you back," Chris instructed. Susan put down the phone, donned the panties and began to walk with the plug moving in her ass. It wasn't painful, but terribly uncomfortable, and the pointed knobs on the beast were constantly chafing her asshole chute. Chris punched a button, "Carol, I'll pick you up on the way home, be ready," he said.
Chapter IV - More Preparations With the plug securely embedded, Susan felt full and stretched wide. Unfortunately, she had things to do, and could not just sit or lie, but had to move about, and that made the plug move and gyrate within her, causing all kinds of sensations. As she went about her duties, she reflected on her situation. Discipline had always been a very dominant part of their relationship. Susan knew that discipline took two forms; one was punishment and the other erotic. Punishment was delivered rapidly and forcefully, with no attention to the sexy or the sensual. It was of a much shorter duration and the focus was on pain and correction. Contrasting punishment discipline was erotic discipline. It was administered slowly with and emphasis on excitement and arousal. It might hurt or sting briefly, and sometimes even longer, but it was accompanied with intense feelings and sensations of pleasure, and almost always ended in orgasm. Susan knew that when Chris arrived home, she was due for some intense punishment. Her stomach turned at the thought, but she also felt guilty about forgetting the payment and what that lapse of attention had cost, and she wanted the punishment as a kind of deliverance and redemption. Never the less, she dreaded what was to come. She felt fairly certain that she would be dealt a stern lecture and then an old fashioned spanking. She had lived with Chris long enough to know that he considered the blistering of a woman's bottom to be the most appropriate "punishment." It also affected Susan psyche, as it caused a mature woman to break down and revert to the feelings of being just a naughty child who needed to be taught a lesson. As she went about her chores, Susan knew that her bottom cheeks were going to need some tending to for the next few days, but she was also aware of how her cheeks were widely separated at the moment, and she was somewhat perplexed by Chris's orders. The butt plug, while it chafed and made her bottom sore, was not punishment; it was erotic discipline, and one that pushed Susan's buttons big time. She knew that, and so did Chris, so why had he ordered her to do something that would bring her pleasure? And, she certainly was receiving pleasure from the plug up her ass. The small crotch of Susan thong was soaking wet with her juices. Reaching down, she immodestly pushed her labia apart so that the tight strip slid into her gap and pressed against her engorged clitoris, which found great pleasure at the friction against the wet material. At the same time, Susan felt guilty at enjoying herself when she should be feeling bad for all that had happened. It was indeed mixed feeling that assailed her at the moment. After about an hour and half of the butt plug riding within her like a spiked dildo, the phone rang and it was Chris again. "How is your ass feeling Susan?" Chris inquired. "It's sore and raw," she replied. "I hope you're not enjoying this," he said sarcastically. Susan blushed and kept quiet. "Ok, back into the bedroom Susan," he ordered and when she was there he instructed her to remove her thong and the plug, which left her feeling empty. A gust of air seemed to enter her and cool the raw inner lining of her bottom tunnel. "Now get the medium size plug Susan, and coat it with KY," he instructed. Susan followed his orders, taking the large plug that was smooth and pointed and smearing the jelly on it, know that it would take the place of the larger plug. "In the drawer you will find a can of cayenne pepper Susan. Now liberally sprinkle the pepper over the entire head of the plug. "Oh please Chris, it's going to burn, my ass is all chafed from the other," Susan wailed. "Do as you are told young lady and spread your cheeks and get it up there. Susan put down the phone and proceeded to comply with Chris's orders. Over the phone Chris could hear Susan grunting and then squealing as the plug contacted the bruised walls of her rectum. With her right hand she held the plug in place, and with the other picked up the phone and said, "Ok Chris, it's in, and it hurts." The burn was just starting as the cayenne pepper began to work. "Run in place," Chris demanded, and Susan pressing the plug with her hand lifted her legs and began to run. The result was dramatic, the plug like a piston in her ass, massaging the pepper deep into the chafed lining. After a few seconds, Susan began to perspire and Chris heard her hollering over the phone, "AAAAIIEEEEE, IT BURNSS, MY ASSS IS ON FIRREEEE!!" she wailed. "One half hour Susan, and then I'll call back, and," he said with emphasis, "KEEP YOUR HANDS AWAY FROM YOUR TWAT." Susan stopped running and began to squirm as she held the plug in place. Her bottom truly was on fire as the pepper lit a bonfire deep inside her. But at the same time, and she knew not how or why it happened, she was so enormously aroused, and her pussy dripped like a faucet. Sexual arousal attacked her body and her nipples became rigid. She longed to furiously frig her erect clit, but she was under orders not to touch her pussy, and she was trying her best to comply. Finally, she could no longer control her desire, and she moved to the bedpost. Chris had ordered her not to touch her twat, but that didn't necessarily mean it couldn't be touched by something else. Her clit wouldn't be appeased. Her right hand still pressing the plug, she bent her legs and pushed her sopping snatch hard against the post. Her labia, swollen with desire, split and Susan jammed the wood hard against her little man, screaming at the pleasure that gripped her. Then she lost all composure and bending, then pushing up, she rubbed her gash up and down on the wood until orgasm flooded through her. Did she collapse did she lose consciousness? She wasn't sure, but the plug was still in her ass, and it was still hot from the pepper when the phone rang a half hour later. Susan tried to focus on Chris's call, but she was in a daze from the intensity of her orgasm. The bedpost was covered with her cum. "Susan, pay attention," Chris admonished her," and she did her best, "yes Chris." "Alright here are your instructions: removed the plug from your ass (it slid from her leaving her little hole still open and slowly closing back) now I want you to administer a salt water enema. You are to hold the water for 20 minutes before expelling. When that is done you will give yourself a warm milk and molasses enema, again holding it in for 20 minutes. I want the straps laid out on the dinning room table, and you standing in the corner of our bedroom naked when I come home. Is that understood?" he asked. "Yes Chris," Susan replied, "but which strap did you want?" "ALL THREE!" he almost shouted into the phone. Susan's stomach turned and she grimaced and bit her lower lip. 'All three of the straps' suddenly had her wide-awake. That meant the razor strap, which burned like a hot frying pan. And then the leather three-inch wide strap, which was meant for only two parts of her body, her tender boobs and the plump fat of her pussy mound. And finally, the groove strap, a wicked leather strap that resembled a radiator belt on a car. Susan's lip quivered in anticipation of a strap that could cut like a knife into both the groove of her ass and the groove of her precious cunt. Trying to force the horrible images out of her mind, Susan set about her enema cleansing. She knew that Chris was aware of her deep excitement from things "anal" and especially enema's, and so he couldn't not know that the two enemas would also come with two orgasms. "Oh my god, what is he doing," Susan thought.
Chapter V - It's Punishment Time Chris was well aware of what he was doing. He knew that Susan's punishment would be severe, and he knew that having spent the day having several orgasms would calm her down tremendously and make it easer for her to accept the ass blistering she was going to get. He also had some post spanking plans that would help her out of the rump-roasting ordeal. Before leaving Carol's driveway, Chris once again quizzed her about her willingness to do all that he asked. Carol was almost beside herself in anticipation. She had never been so excited, so much so that she was shaking like a leaf. She had tried eating something, but it wouldn't stay down. Is it possible for a woman's vagina to clench and unclench on it's own? It sure felt that way to Carol. Chris tried to calm her down by asking about her interest. She confessed that she had been deeply intrigued and excited with spanking and discipline for many years, but had never done anything about it or even knew how, but had fantasized often about spanking situations. She told Chris of an incident that happened when she was a senior in High School. She was visiting her girlfriend, and witnessed the girl's younger sister getting paddle by her mother. Carol said it wasn't at all erotic (in the normal sense) the girl got it fast and on the seat of her shorts and screamed like a hyena, but Carol said it drove her wild and she masturbated many times to the image of that day. Chris asked if Carol had a desire to be spanked, and she said that she didn't think so, but giving a spanking was another thing and drove her crazy with desire. Chris thought that was as shame as he looked over at the fairly attractive 45 year old seated next to him. She had huge boobs, which were obviously enhanced and stood full upon her chest, nipples visible beneath her summer dress. Chris had a sudden fantasy of how delicious it would be to take a ruler to those globes until they danced like crazy on her chest. Ah too bad he thought. His gaze traveled down to her slender waist and the small bottom, which caused her boobs to look even bigger. Her legs were nice too, and he noticed that she wasn't wearing stockings. Probably just panties underneath, he mused as they pulled into the driveway of his and Susan's home. Once inside the house, Chris motioned Carol to the leather sofa, and she sat, crossing one leg over the other. Chris took off his tie, and placed his coat on the chair. He went into the kitchen and returned with two glasses of white wine. Handing one to Carol he told her to relax, and she was grateful for the wine. He walked over to the dining room table and found the three straps laid out exactly as he had ordered, then going to the hall he called out, "Susan, come to the living room." Hearing Chris call her, Susan's whole body trembled in anticipation of what lay ahead. She knew the drill, having done it many times. Hands on the back of your neck, walk erect with dignity. She left the bedroom and entered the living room. Chris was sitting in his usual chair and she approached. At first Susan didn't notice the figure sitting on the sofa, but then she gasped the sight and her eyes widen in surprise and a combination of fear and embarrassment. "Carol," she screamed, her hands and arms flying in all directions to cover her nakedness. She turned to run from the room, but halted immediately with Chris's command, "STOP RIGHT WHERE YOU ARE YOUNG LADY," and Susan blushed in horror at his words. "Get back here right now," he ordered and Susan's mind fought to obey against the desire to run from her shame. She turned and faced Chris, unable to bear looking at her friend Carol. Her left arm covering her breasts, and her right hand hoping to shield the nakedness of her sex, she shivered in embarrassment. "What is she doing here," Susan wined in a low whisper, a tear falling from her eye. "Well, I thought that since you are unable to keep your engagement for tomorrow, that she ought to share in your punishment," Chris announced. Susan bowed her head in shame. Carol for her part was flushed in sexual excitement at seeing her friend so displayed. Chris order Susan, "put your hands to your sides and stand up straight Susan, I don't think you are hiding anything Carol is not fully acquainted with," he chided, and Susan blushed scarlet. To further her humiliation, Chris turned to Carol and said, "Certainly you've seen titties and pussy before haven't you Carol? Carol on her part, played into the game, and announced, "Why yes, I believe I have, in fact I'm quite well acquainted with the two features. Susan dropped her hands and stood erect, her breasts full on her chest, the nipples pointing out stiffly, the swell of her vulva a pouch between her legs, and the division of her cleft pronounced and strikingly visible and alluring. Both Chris and Carol drank in Susan's deliciously naked body, but for much different reasons. Chris adored Susan's body, and loved looking at her when she was naked. He watched often as she moved about the house, reaching, twisting, bending and everyday movements, which cast the features of her body in different lights. He loved her succulent breasts, their pointy nipples, so tasty and so sensitive, the flair of her hips and the swell and curve of her bottom cheeks. He loved looking at her vulva, and felt he could do so for hours. Her skin was so soft and silky there, and the way that her mound jutted out between her thighs, the gentle fold of her labia, so thick and tender pressed together protecting the entry into her. Shaved and completely bald the seam of her division was deliciously portrayed. Susan never ceased to blush as his eyes made love to her. Her cheeks were rosy as she cast down her gaze from his eyes. But her blush this time was one of embarrassment as well, for not only could she feel his eyes parting her slit, but the eyes of that of her fiend Carol as well. She had never been naked in front of Carol before, although she had seen Carol naked. They had plans to go somewhere, and Susan had arrived early and Carol met her at the door wearing only a bath towel. As they talked, Carol seemed unconcerned with her nudity as she continued with her preparations. Susan had blushed and turned her eyes aside when Carol's large breasts were revealed. Carol even seemed to be taunting Susan, as she turned and spoke making sure that Susan could see her patch of pubic hair and thick fig beneath. It was then that Susan came to realize that her friend just might be a lesbian. Susan put two and two together and was surprised that she hadn't figured it out before. Now standing totally naked before her friend, Susan could feel Carol's eyes on every inch of her body. Where Susan had turned her eyes from Carol's naked body, Carol on the other hand made no pretense of doing so, but eagerly looked and stared, even bending forward slightly to get a better look between Susan's legs. Chris didn't fail to notice. Chris began with a long lecture about Susan's forgetfulness, and all that the current event had caused them. Susan kept her head bowed, fidgeting and biting her lower lip as the scolding continued. He brought out all her bad behavior and Susan winced that her good friend was privy to things that she was horribly ashamed of. "I would have thought with all the spankings you have received girl, that you would have learned a thing or two," he stated, and Susan cringed at his words, no longer a self possessed woman and wife, but feeling very much the naughty teenager being scolded and about to be spanked for her misdeeds. "Go to the table and bring me the razor strap," Chris ordered. Susan's lower lip began to quiver and she turned and went to the table, knowing that the moment of punishment had come. She returned and handed the strap to Chris who had risen from his chair. "Do you deserve this Susan?" he asked, and in a low whisper, with her eyes lowered she said, "yes." Chris moved to Susan's right side and his left hand grasped her left upper arm tightly. He moved her to where she stood only three feet away facing Carol. Chris then bent and kissed Susan's left cheek and raised the strap in the air. A deafen crack filled the room as the strap came down and then up connecting with the swell of Susan's naked bottom. The crack, which sounded like a firecracker, was that of leather striking bare skin. Susan's whole body tensed and her buns contracted against the fury of the strap and she pushed her pelvis forward and struggled in Chris's grasp. The initial fire made her eyes wide as saucers and her head shot up, her mouth opening in anticipation of the howl that was coming from the very depth of her being. But before she could scream, the strap cracked furiously five more times on her bare cheeks. Chris was wailing away with only her bottom as the target, and the tongue of the vicious razor strap tore at one cheek and then the other and then right across the crease of her ass. Susan shrieked as if she was being murdered. As her howls and wails filled the room, the strap continued to ascend and descend at a rate that made the leather seem a blur in the air. At what point she broke, it's impossible to know. Was it the 15th stroke or the 27th? It was impossible to tell, but there was that moment when Susan lost all composure and went wild as her bottom cheeks were burnt to a crisp. It was impossible to escape from Chris's vice like grip of her upper arm, but she jumped, danced, tried to fall, run, kicked and tried to get away with every fiber of her being. The strap scalded her and with all her struggles and kicks, the strap tore at places she would rather not have touched. Several times the strap caught her right leg, her outer thigh, and no fewer times did the strap stray between kicking legs and stripe her inner thighs, and the very tip of the strap rip at the bottom of her feminine slice, which Susan announced with a high pitched squeal that made Carol squirm on her seat. As it continued Susan's eyes were flooded with tears, which ran down her face like a river, her nose was running and her mouth wide with blaring screams and howls at the top of her lungs. If every punishment spanking she ever received could be combined into one, this would be it. When the strap was finally silenced Susan's bottom cheeks were scarlet and welts cris-crossed the entire of her ass and lower thighs. Even after the strap and had stopped blistering her, Susan continued to think that she was being spanked, so much did it burn. Chris released Susan, and she went into her spanking dance, bawling and howling and blubbering like a four year old. There was no thought of embarrassment for her exposed titties, that bounced on her chest like a she was an exotic dancer, or the stripe of her split vulva that she flashed to every part of the room. Susan was lost to the horrible burning of her bottom cheeks and all that entailed.
Chapter VI - Carol's Lesson Continues Chris cast a glance at Carol who sat transfixed with the scene, her hand buried between her legs. She later told Susan, that she was convinced that during the spanking she could see Susan's twat mouth opening and closing in silent screams. Or could it have just been wishful thinking? After a good five minutes of ear splitting howls from the spanked girl, Chris was able to approach Susan and engulf her in his arms. She buried her face in his shoulder and sobbed uncontrollably. When Susan's sobs had subsided somewhat, Chris directed her over to the corner and told her to stand there. She was still crying at the pain in her bottom and her hands were lightly trying to rub at the hurt, touching her buns as if they were gold, and emitting little yelps as she contacted a welt or two. Chris tuned towards the sofa and Carol. She was sitting with her legs pressed tightly together, and a look of pain on her face. "What is it Carol," he asked noting her expression. Carol couldn't look at him, and cast her eyes downward, "I, I, I," she stammered, "I had an accident." Chris smiled widely and chuckled, "You peed in your panties?" he said. Carol blushed crimson. "Stay right there, don't move," Chris instructed, and he left the room only to return a moment later with a towel that he handed to the embarrassed woman. "It's leather, it won't stain," he said and then, "I was thinking that Susan is a bit embarrassed and nervous being naked in front of you anyway. It would help if you were naked too, take off your clothes." "Chris, I can't, not in front of you," Carol squirmed, trying to dry the area around where she sat. "Oh you can Carol, and you will, remember our agreement," Chris said in no uncertain terms, "Now get the dress over your head and lose the bra and panties," he demanded. Carol blushed again at the explicitness of his words and standing, drew the summer dress over her head and off. Her bra and panties were a matching set, and she reached behind her back and released the snap, letting her enormous boobs flop on her chest. "Your panties are pretty soaked anyway," Chris chided as Carol bent to push them over her hips and down her legs. "Be careful not to let any of your piss get on the rug," Chris said, and Carol used the towel to wrap her panties in. "You better pat dry your snatch too Carol," Chris said, "or is that twat juice that you made when Susan got blistered?" he asked. Carol ran the towel over her thatch of dark pubic hair feeling ashamed to look at him. Carol was really quite introverted despite her interest in domination, and the words that Chris used, both shamed her with their explicitness and at the same time aroused some hidden desire in her. Everything was new to her tonight. She handed the wet towel to Chris and sat back down. After putting the towel in the hamper Chris returned to the living room and Carol who was sitting with her legs together and her arm covering as much of her boobs as possible and certainly her stiff nipples. "Carol, you have some beautiful boobs, you shouldn't hide them, put your hand down," Chris told her, and reluctantly she did so. "I complemented you on your tits and you don't say anything," Chris played with her. "Thank you," Carol said softly. "Hold them up for me," Chris ordered. "Chris I really shouldn't be doing this, please," she pleaded. "Oh I don't know Carol, you probably would like it if Susan was doing this to you, but anyway, look over there," and Chris pointed towards Susan and her swollen red bottom. Carols eyes enveloped Susan's scalded rear end, and Chris said, "Would you like for me to paint your bottom that color Carol?" Chris asked. "NOOOOO!!" Carol returned loudly. "Then you should be most happy to show me your boobs, right?" he said. "Yes, I am," the woman said quickly afraid of what the strap might do to her virgin cheeks. Carol put her hands under her large boobs and lifted them up for Chris to inspect. "Lovely," he responded, and Carol was quick to reply, "Thank you." "Now let's see your pussy Carol? Chris demanded, "Susan told me some time back that you enjoy showing it." Carol's face turned crimson at the knowledge that Susan had confided such a personal revelation. "Spread your legs Carol," Chris said smiling, and the woman parted them, "father," he instructed and Carol obeyed. "Scoot a little forward, and push your snatch up," Chris said embarrassing the shy woman with his words. Carol did as she was told, and Chris studied her most private part. "That's quite a little forest you have Carol. If you lived in this house, you could say good by to all that fur," he noted. "Yes, I noticed," Carol, replied in reference to Susan bald pussy mound. Chris got closer to see the fig Carol exposed beneath her fur. Her pussy was distinctly different than Susan's in appearance. Hmmm, he thought to himself, all pussies are not alike. Where Susan's mound was plump and her labia thick and pressed together revealing a 5 inch slit down the middle, Carol's vulva was shaped more like a clam jutting out from the center between her thighs. Her inner lips protruded and were thin in appearance. It would be easy to clamp your entire hand around her sex and hold it all at once, even clamping it tightly so that the inner lips pushed out even more. "Open your snatch," Chris ordered, and a very red faced Carol, reached between her legs and with her fingers pulled her labia aside so that Chris could look directly into Carol's cunt. It was darker than Susan's, the membranes rippling. Carol was slick with excitement and white mucus was glistening from the folds of her inner twat. Chris much preferred Susan's lovely pouch to Carol's fig, but he didn't voice the thought, instead he said, "That's a very succulent looking pussy Carol, very nice indeed." Then he stood and announced. "Susan shall we continue." Susan turned from the corner and came to him. Susan was grateful for the cold washcloth Chris handed to her. She let the damp cloth wash her face. Her eyes were red from crying. Looking at Chris, she didn't need to speak to be understood. Chris said, "Yes, go ahead," and Susan pressed the cool cloth to her still hot bottom cheeks. The little bit of soothing helped a great deal. As she did so, Chris spoke. "It seems Susan, that your friend Carol has a secret desire to be a dominatrix. I believe that she got a great deal of excitement out of your little spanking," he said looking over at Carol. "Little Spanking," Susan thought to herself, "it was anything but little." "Isn't that right Carol?" Chris asked, "You enjoyed Susan getting her ass blistered, didn't you? "Carol looked up, her large titties heaving on her chest and said clearly, "Yes, very much." "In fact, you would like to spank Susan wouldn't you?" Chris asked. "Yes," Carol said, avoiding Susan's eyes. "Well maybe some day you will have the opportunity," Chris advised, "but you have a great deal to more to learn before you can begin to call yourself a dom. And, I was thinking that perhaps if you pay close attention, Susan and I would be happy to teach you a thing or two," Chris continued turning towards Susan, "Would you get the middle strap on the table Susan," he instructed. Susan turned once again showing her swollen bottom to the two of them and went to the dining room table and returned with the next strap. About 16 inches in length and three inches wide, the leather was stiff but pliable, the end of the strap had rounded corners. She handed it to Chris who in turn gave it to Carol. "Feel it Carol, test it's weight, if you want slap it on your hand a bit." Carol looked with great interested at the strap, her fingers massaging the slick leather, her breathing getting heaver with the images that were running through her mind. She couldn't believe that Chris was going to strap Susan's bottom again, it was already punished badly, any more and he would break the skin. Carol found the whole scene tantalizing and terribly exciting, but maybe she was in over her head, she wondered.
Chapter VII - Things move Upwards Chris smiled as he surmised that Carol had no idea what the strap was for. Turning to Susan he said, "Explain to Carol the purpose of the strap Susan," Chris instructed. After all that she had been through, Susan still was able to blush scarlet as she gulped with the order. It was one thing to be naked and have your bottom spanked in front of another person. That was horrible enough, but to have to describe what you are going to receive, the discipline that is meted out, well that was really hard, but she did her best. Not able to look Carol directly in the eyes, she said, "This strap is for having one's titties spanked," she choked out. Carol's eyes widen in disbelief. Chris said to Susan, "one's?" And Susan quickly corrected herself, "my titties." "Titties, you mean you're going to strap her boobies," Carol said half excitedly and half fearfully. "Carol you've so much to learn if you are going to be a disciplinarian," Chris said, "No discipline session of a naughty girl is complete without a good tittie whipping, and as severe as it might sound to you these globes that you girls are endowed with, when administered correctly, can take a good blistering." Taking the strap from her hands, Chris continued, "Would you like to find out?" "Oh NO, NO," Carol yelled both hands instantly covering her large titties. "You're going to have to have your titties whipped someday if you really want to make another girls boobs dance, other wise you won't know how severe, severe can be," Chris said, "but I realize all this is new to you and so, we'll go easy and let Susan demonstrate." "Arms behind your back young lady," Chris told Susan. She did so, pushing her shoulders back, and straightening up so that her boobs rose on her chest. A second later the tip of the strap stung her left tittie just below the nipple. Susan let out an audible gasp. Chris reached forward and cupped her breast massaging the part that head been stung, he then stepped back and with his backhand he made her right tittie leap up, and then fall back down on her chest. Again, he massaged the stripe that was forming. Susan smiled inwardly with the knowledge of what was happening. Chris was an expert at this kind of discipline, and he was able to kiss her boobs and make it look and sound like he was in the midst of tearing them from her body. But, Susan realized that her punishment was over with the scalding of her bottom, that the tittie whipping and all that would come would be erotic discipline. Yes, it was sting, but it would be delivered slowly, with touching as well, and as her nether regions would already attest, she was getting wet from arousal. To the uninitiated novice, it appeared that Chris was giving Susan a good tittie whipping, but in reality he wasn't hitting her half as hard as he had previously. Susan knew that Carol had no idea, and so she decided to give her friend a show she wouldn't forget. Susan was a pretty good little actress herself. "OWWWIEEEE MY BOOBBBIEEESSS!!," Susan screamed, jumping up and down, hands grabbing madly at her delicious globes. "GET YOUR HANDS OFF YOUR TITS YOUNG LADY," Chris ordered, and Susan complied, bring her arms to the side, tensed, stretched, fingers wide in a gesture of anxiety. She bent her chest slightly forward, her luscious mounds of meat hanging. Chris fired off two good crackers that caught each mound and made them dance on Susan's body. "AAAAIEEEEEE," Susan screeched, "STOP STOP CHRIS, MY BOOBIES ARE ON FIRE, THEY BURN," she shrieked. Casting a glance over at Carol, Susan saw that her friend had spread her legs and her hand was frantically at work grabbing her twat as she enjoyed seeing Susan get her boobs tortured. Even the slightest of strokes would of necessity leave a pink swatch on such fair a complexion, and Susan's breasts were no exception, they were streaked with bright pink patches. Chris was quick about landing two more strokes, this time the tip of the strap catching the sensitive little meaty nipples. Susan howled, "OHHH SHITTTTT MY NIPPLES YOU'RE GOING TO TEAR THEM OFF," she wailed as her hands could no longer be silent, and they flew to her little buds and grabbed as they stung like crazy. Chris allowed Susan to bounce around crying about her boob spanking and massaging her tits unabashedly. He caught a glimpse of glistening between her legs and smiled to himself, "and the Academy Award goes to Susan," he mused. As Susan calmed down, Carol made the statement, "Shit, Susan's tits must be raw, does it hurt much?" she asked Susan who was busy shamelessly rubbing her boobs. "It's like my boobs were laid in a searing hot frying pan," Susan replied smiling deep within. "But as you can see Carol," Chris said, taking hold of one of Susan's stiff little nipples, "There is no real damage done to Susan's beautiful melons.
Chapter VIII - No! Not There But enough about titties," Chris announce, "I think we've got other things to fry. Susan, I believe that this strap has another function as well, why don't you tell Carol what it is." Susan again blushed with her assignment. "Well," she said reluctantly, "it's also for spanking my pussy." "WHAT!!!" Carol screamed in absolute surprise. "You can't be serious, that's dangerous isn't it?" she asked. "Yes, it can be if not done correctly Carol. Here come closer," Chris said as he guided Susan in front of the woman who was incredulous with all that was taking place. Carol leaned forward to where her face was about two feet away from Susan's bulging pussy pouch. Pressing his fingers against Susan's thick labia he said, "You see Carol, most of the vulva is fatty tissue," and he cupped and pinched the lips together lightly, "even up higher," and his finger moved above Susan's slit, "there is a nice pad that will sting beautifully." "Of course, there is this pubic bone," and he moved his fingers against it, "and you have to be careful to stay away from it," but other than that, with the proper experience, this delicate, sensitive portion of a woman's anatomy can be made to burn delightfully." Carol just stared unbelieving. "But, when strapping a woman's vulva," and he traced his fingers lightly on Susan's lips from the top of her slit to the bottom, "the emphasis needs to be on sting, and not on hitting hard." "Well, I guess I have a great deal to learn," Carol replied shaking her head. "Carol, the first time you apply the strap between a girls legs, will be a memorable experience for both you and the girl. It is a highly charged erotic experience for you as well as the recipient. "You mean she can actually find pleasure in this," Carol questioned. "I'll let Susan answer that," Chris said turning towards her. Although embarrassed with such intimate talk Susan complied, "Yes Carol, pain and pleasure can come together in a way that is highly exciting. If you pay close attention to when the strap cuts my labia, you'll notice that my singing takes on a much different tone. If you have an opportunity to spank a girls naked bottom sometime, make it a point that when she is kicking, to get a slap in between on her bare vulva, and notice how her cry will change dramatically. The proper sting will light a fire within, and we know what's in there, don't we Carol." Carol blushed scarlet. "This is a very important part of a discipline session Carol. It's a transitional moment when punishment begins to be fused with pleasure. And that's true with the tittie spanking as well," Chris instructed. "It's really important for you to understand this Carol, if you are serious about becoming a disciplinarian of woman." "I am serious, this is one of the most exciting things I have ever experienced," Carol said firmly. "Then you must understand it at it's core, stand up," Chris ordered. Carol complied, coming to her feet in front of the sofa. "Legs apart Carol," Chris told her. "Chris, I can't," Carol said fearfully, her hand covering her mound. "The sooner you know this the better Carol, of course I can always tie you, but that might make it worse for you." "No please don't tie me, I'll do as you say," and the woman parted her legs about a foot and dropped her hand from in front of her pubic hair. "Legs further apart girl," Chris demanded, "and present your snatch," Carol wasn't quite sure what that meant, as she separated her legs a good three feet apart. "Susan, I think Carol might need a little help in presentation," Chris said, and Susan took over. "With your legs apart Carol, bend your knees slightly, and suck in your butt cheeks, pushing your pelvis forward, and your pussy up and out," Susan instructed, taking the position. Carol followed Susan's direction and then began to plead, "Really, I don't know about this, I'm afraid," she stammered, but before she could finish her statement, Chris took stock of the situation, and with Carol in such a position he could clearly seen her clam jutting out beneath the wispy hair, and the strap whipped out and up and a full 4 inches of the leather molding to Carols naked twat and then snapping off. The response was electric. Carol jumped two feet in the air as if doing a jumping jack and her hands flew to her blazing lips. "YOWWWIEEEEEEEEE!!" the whipped woman howled in a high pierce wail. When she hit the floor, she almost bent double as her hands grabbed the injured meat and she pressed her legs together frantically against the sting. Chris took the opportunity of Carol's position to flick two menacing stripes on her extremely large boobs, one for each, licking at her large areolas. "IIIIEEEEEEEE, NOOOOOO," Carol screamed bolting upright as her hands and fingers rubbed madly at the burning nips. "OHHHH THAT HURTS AND BURNS," Carol squealed as her hand immodestly grabbed and rubbed her meaty twat. With her inner lips protruding from her slice, the strap had tore into them and stung them with fury. Carol pulled at the thin lips rubbing at the burn and stretching the inner labia a good two inches out from her twat mouth. Both Chris and Susan found the display extremely exciting and while Susan rubbed her own labia, Chris's hand pushed against his rock hard cock. "Now you have an idea of what Susan is going to be feeling in just a few seconds," Chris said to Carol who had one hand at her pussy and the other trying to assuage the bite on her striped globes. "Shit, I've never felt anything like that in my life," Carol said, "Is my cunt bleeding?" she asked. "Absolutely not," Chris laughed. "In a minute or two, you'll be feeling another kind of heat," Susan told her friend. "When strapping a woman's pussy mound," Chris continued with the lecture, "there are any numbers of positions to put the girl in," he said. "You've already seen one, and it isn't necessarily the best, but it is very suggestive and quite embarrassing for any woman, for it draws all attention to her twat mouth. As Susan can tell you later, I have blistered her twat in a number of ways, but for today I want her in a lying position on her side," Chris explained, motioning Susan to the sofa and having her lay on her left side, her face towards the back of the sofa. Lifting her right leg, he positioned her ankle on the top of the back of the sofa. In this position, with her legs just slightly parted, Susan's very lovely vulva was plump between her legs, her thick pussy lips readily available, and the beautiful line of her slice fully visible. "Now Carol, if you will stop masturbating for a moment, and come here, we'll continue," he said. Carol's fingers reluctantly left her pussy which had now become quite heated with sexual excitement and without stopping to think of her actions, she lifted her fingers to her mouth and licked her own juices from them as Chris smiled. Reaching between Susan's thighs Chris gently touched the soft skin of Susan's pussy, his fingers gliding over the swell and finding the folds and the slope of her slit. His hand felt delicious to Susan, and she sighed, just before the tender touch turned to a scorching searing sting. The strap swished through the air and as Carol watched, her eyes as wide as saucers, the strap caught Susan directly over her slit, the leather burning both of the tender lips. Susan pitched a high piercing scream as her tender pussy mound was spanked. She was barely able to keep her legs open and she clawed at the sofa, trying to hold on as she bucked her hips to and fro as if she was searching for some imaginary cock to split her division. "OH DAMM THAT STINGS," she wailed aloud. A lovely rosy hue was beginning to color both lips. Chris's fingers were massaging the sting into her meat as he spoke, "You'll learn Carol, that it's not necessary to use many strokes to get the desired affect. I'm sure you can't tell me how many times the razor strap blistered Susan cheeks, but it was plenty, that isn't necessary when dealing with the pouch." The strap struck again, and a loud "CRACK" echoed through the room as the leather kissed Susan's twat lips for a second time, and Susan threw her head back and told the heavens how much her feminine slice hurt. As Susan danced her rosy colored puffy mound in the air, Chris turned to Carol, "Observe closely Carol, it's not all just pain," and he captured the swollen little split peach and his finger pinched the lips apart and a drizzle of warm juice spilled out. Catching her nectar with his fingers, he scooped as much from her slit as possible and then with his fingers covered her entire vulva. The glistening heightened the color and it looked almost cherry red. "Notice what a little wetness will accomplish Carol," he said and as she drew closer the strap again found it's mark on Susan swollen vulva and she sang out with the burn. "AAAAIIEEEEEEEEEE!!!," she shrieked. As Susan withered under the heat and the pleasure of her pussy spanking, Carol spoke tentatively, "Chris, please could I...?" she hesitated not sure about what she was asking. "Could you what Carol?" Chris asked already knowing the answer. "Could I try the strap?" she replied, the excitement evident in her words. Chris turned towards Carol and answered, "I'm sorry Carol, but no you can't," he stated firmly, then, "let me explain, it's for two reasons. First and foremost, you are not experienced enough yet and you might inadvertently hurt Susan, and I could never allow that to happen. Secondly, in my home no one is allowed to discipline Susan except me. I know that you and Susan have been friends for a long time, and I hope that your friendship will continue, and if between you and Susan, you want to enter into some kind of spanking arrangement, that is fine with me, but it must be between the two of you, and I'll leave it at that. I'm sorry to disappoint you Carol," Chris said, reaching out and caressing Carol's tittie in the palm of his hand. "I understand Chris, I would never want to hurt Susan either, and it's just that all this has made me so excited," Carol said. "Don't worry Carol," Chris said reassuringly, "if you really want this, someday you'll have a beautiful naked woman leaping three feet in the air, her eyes bulging, her boobs dancing on her chest and a fire burning out of control between her legs, and it will make you cum like never before." "Now one more lesson," and moving back to the focus of their attention, Chris drew her close to where Susan lie, her hand vigorously rubbing the scalded lips. "Move your hand Susan," Chris instructed. "Ohhhh Chris, my pussy is already scorched," she pleaded. "Just one more Susan, and then we move on, push your snatch up," and Susan struggled to do so, the swollen mound glowing red, the lips thick and gleaming with her juices. Carols eyes widen even more with the next stroke that cracked between Susan's thighs. Chris's wrist snapped and the leather tip of the strap actually entered a good inch between the two thick ridges of her lips and licked like molten lava at the sensitive inner lining, cutting the very entry leading to Susan's womb. The cry from Susan's mouth was blood curdling as her whole sex erupted in fire. She kicked her legs wildly, pressing her thighs together against the searing pain, her fingers wanting to jam themselves into the cavity of her sex and yet afraid what the touch might bring. Carol's own pussy was erupting too, in a serious intense orgasm, while the inner recesses of Susan's tortured twat bawled the elixir of excitement, her slice filling quickly with her juice. Chris let each woman; find her own resting place before calling them back to reality.
Chapter IX - It's all in the Groove The color of Susan's freshly spanked pussy pouch was no where near the color of her blistered and bruised bottom, none the less, it was painted a nice warm cherry color and made her swollen clef a prominent focal point of her body as she stood and walked. Chris was hard as he looked at it and then went to her and cupped her mound in his hand and made her wince and grimace as he rubbed and squeezed the sensitive fig. "Oh my pussy, it aches," Susan squealed as Chris dipped his finger between the swollen red lips and searched for the fine cut the leather had made inside of her. Finding it, he worked it with his finger as she held on to his shoulders and cried, "OW OW OW!! She was extremely wet and his finger made a slurping sound as it worked itself around in her slice. Finally letting go of her, he led both of the naked women into he dining room. He instructed Susan to get up on the table on her back, pulling a chair forward so that she could climb up. "Oh Ow, aaahhhh," Susan announced as her still very sore bottom cheeks connected with the hard wood of the table. Chris helped her until Susan was lying flat on her back on the table. "Carol, go to the end of the table where Susan's head is," he told the woman, and Carol did as she was told taking her place. Susan looked up and into the eyes of her friend. Chris meanwhile began to lift Susan' legs in the air and press them back towards her chest. When her ankles were parallel to her boobs, Chris instructed Carol to take a firm grasp, an ankle in each hand. Doing so, Susan's position was that now her ass was thrust into the air, her twat and asshole parallel to the tabletop. Actually her ass was pretty much off the table and she rested on her back and shoulders. Carol held Susan's ankle's fast and even spread them a bit, so that Susan's recently blistered twat fell open by about an inch and a half, revealing the pink inner membranes, her little pee hole and stiff little clitoris. Looking intently at Susan's lovely pussy made Carol's mouth water, and she was eager for a time alone with Susan, to see if her friend would respond. She knew that Susan's wasn't a lesbian, but perhaps she was bi, that was something to hope for Carol thought. Chris took up his place overlooking Susan's bottom from the end of the table and reaching out picked up the last strap. Lifting it up he showed it to Carol, and spoke, "Susan, what is this," he asked. Susan closed her eyes and answered, "It's a groove strap." Carol could only stare in disbelief, feeling her own pussy clench and unclench in new waves of excitement. "I'm sure Carol that I don't need to point out which two grooves we are talking about," Chris said as his finger traced a line from the top of Susan's slit to the bottom and then another from the bottom her slit through the crack between her ass cheeks. "When using a groove strap Carol, we are intent on two particular points, one is this little puckering hole," and his finger encircled Susan's little ass hole, "and the other is of course this little finger here," and he tweaked Susan's little clitoris which peeked its head out from under it's hood. Lifting the thin strap over his head, he brought it down with precision so that almost the length of it landed all at once in Susan's ass crack. A red line appeared down the center of Susan's groove as her body tensed with the stroke and she grunted, "UUUGGGGGHHHHH." Susan was wiggling on the table, but Carol held her firmly as Chris delivered another stroke, this time making the target the little entry into her bottom. Chris was an expert at making the very tip of the strap connect and snap at the little bud. Susan's bottom cheeks tried valiantly to clench against the cut, but it did little help. "IIIIEEEEEEEEEEE," Susan wailed as she felt as if a bee had decided to deposit its stinger in the little hole. Chris knew that Susan was driven wild by anything anal, and that while it stung like crazy, her sexual juices were flowing. Both he and Carol watched as Susan's twat canal filled with the white syrup of excitement and lust. Susan was on the brink of orgasm. Chris turned his attention to her other groove, that glistened in a warm pinkness begging for attention. Susan's eyes were closed and she didn't see the strap ascend in the air and then come down swiftly and with force right into the slot of her naked snatch. The leather exploded against her sensitive membranes and kissed wickedly her clitoris. "AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHOOOOWWWWIEEEEEEEE," Susan wailed in a cry that was mostly a response to the intense fusion of pain with pleasure. Her clit seemed to come alive and throb as it tried to adjust to the intense sting. In reality, the cut was diminished in intensity because of the copious amount of twat fluid that filled her slice. When the strap landed between her parted lips, Susan's juice was splattered into the air, and her thighs and ass were covered with her excitement. The stroke, while definitely felt, was one of sexual pleasure for Susan, but before her body had an opportunity to react and once again fill the little reservoir with it's pool of pussy juice, Chris brought the strap down once again, this time delivering more sting and burn as the strap tore at all that lie between those two delicious lips that he loved. Susan's bottom bucked with the lick, and Carol was hard pressed to hold on but she managed as Susan was pushed over into orgasm. Chris, attune to Susan's sexual ways, allowed her to be and to enjoy her orgasm to it fullest. When she had returned to the scene, he told her to take hold of her legs and hold them behind the knees, keeping them towards her chest. He then told Carol to come to his end of the table. "Ok Carol, I think it's time for Susan to have a little soothing, let's get that tongue of yours busy doing something other than panting." Had she not been a lesbian, Carol might have objected, but she was only too happy to go down on her friend. Susan let out a yelp as Carol placed her hands on her bruised ass cheeks, and dipped her head downward. Susan immediately forgot the sensation of pain as she felt Carol's cool tongue glide from the top of Susan's ass crack to the bottom. Twice more Carol licked the entire length of Susan's crack as if it were an ice cream cone, before settling on the little opening to her friend's bottom. Susan all but swooned with the wonderful sensation of Carol's tongue in so intimate a part of her body, but when Carol went to work on the little asshole, Susan nearly exploded. Certainly she had heard of "rimming" but it had never been done on her before, and she couldn't believe the wonderful exciting feeling that came with Carol's probing tongue, which swished around her little hole and poked it's way inside of her. The orgasms came one after another, and when Carol moved up the path to dip her tongue between Susan's pussy lips, she began to tremble. As all this was happening to Susan, Chris had drawn up a chair behind the bent over Carol. Sitting down, he found himself level with Carol's bottom cheeks, and his hands pressed between her legs, and Carol instinctively shifted, parting her slender thighs and giving him the access he wanted to her dripping snatch. Chris was particularly interested in the thin flaps of her labia minora and how they extended past her labia majora, and he took one between thumb and fore finger of each hand and stretched and pulled till they were a good two inches out from her twat, then pulling them to the sides so that her clam shell like twat opened and her juice spilled out. As Chris's fingers explored the inner reaches of her cunt, pinching her clit and slowly sliding two fingers in and out of her pussy channel, Carol went at Susan's clitoris with a fury, licking, biting and sending Susan into ecstasy with her well trained tongue, licking and eating a twat the way only a woman can. Susan was building towards a crescendo, her head thrust back, the veins in her neck tense and pulsating as a slow cry came from the very center of her, and built with her orgasm until she was filling the room with a different kind of wail than before. As Susan was lost in orgasm, Carol under the ministrations of Chris's diligent fingers began to scream with her own orgasm. Her lips buried in her friends boiling twat, her face smeared with Susan's juices, she howled with pleasure and drank furiously from the never-ending flood of Susan's passion. When it was over, Chris carried Susan to bed as Carol tried to put herself together. In the car on the road home, she was quiet, exhausted and spent with the evening's affairs. There would be time to talk about it later. Chris returned home and slipped between the covers coming close to Susan and wrapping his arms around her they slept deeply.
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