Chapter III- Linda and Cindy
I called Cindy at work that evening, and asked her if she was still ready to squeal like a pig. She said yes, and to pick her up in the parking lot at eleven thirty. I picked her up, on schedule, and we went out for a crapulence or three before getting to the main event. As we were driving to one of our favorite position, down on the lake, Cindy surprised me by pulling out a minuscule coffin nail box with respective junction already rolled. She asked if I minded, and was in turn surprised when I said I would get together her. What with the skunk and the alcohol, I was getting really horny, and looking forward to Cindy's close slight asshole. She had some other ideas.
When we got parked at the lake, Cindy already had my peter out of my gasp, and was jacking a little on it. I moved over in the seat to give her better memory access, and was pleasantly surprised when she opened her mouth and started to go down on me. I placed my hand on the back of her head, and gently, so as not to ruin anything, started to crowd her head up and down, just a little thick each time. This went on for a few minutes, then, as always, Cindy quit sucking. Looking up, she said,"You may throw to help oneself me rent it all the way the outset fourth dimension, or few times. Like you did when you got my ass for the low time. Just maintain me down and realise me film it."
Well, OK, if that's the way you want it. I gently pushed her sucking mouth back on my tough member, and continued with my easy up and down, deeper on each separatrix, motion. After Cindy got almost three fourth part of my length down her rima oris, I could find the rachis of her throat, and she started to stand some. I eased up, letting her yield what she was well-to-do with for a few more accident, then gently pushed her guide down further until I felt the spinal column of her pharynx again. This clock time, she took a few more throw before starting to resist, and I eased up again. Then, she increased the profundity of her own up and down movement, and made an effort to strike Thomas More of my shaft down her throat. By this meter, I could hold back no yearner, so I grabbed the back of her header and shoved as unvoiced as I could, and spurted a massive load of cum down her pharynx. I don't know if she gagged, or choked, or swallowed hard, but something that she did caused me to spurt again, and I was completely drained, laying back against the pick-me-up door.
Cindy crawled out of the motortruck, and got two beers out of the ice chest in the back. She opened them with the opener on the ice pectus, handed one to me, and lit another articulatio. We smoked the spliff and drank beer, and finally, Cindy started to talk.
"I don't know why I never did that for you before. I know you wanted me to, and I didn't mind doing a partial, but the melodic theme of somebody squirting cum in my mouth just grossed me out. person else did it to me once, forced me, and I've hated the musical theme since. With somebody I want to cum in my oral cavity, it's not too bad, but I think you will have to"aid"me for a few More times. But I will do it for you, anytime you want me to, now."
I said that now that she had started, she had better be ready for more. She grinned and nodded, and as if to prove it, took my flaccid pecker in her bridge player, pumped it a few times, and went down on me some more. I started to get hard again, and we de-assed the truck for a blanket on the ground. Cindy dug in her oversized purse, and produced the"Ass Blisterer ”. Then she got on her men and knees, and stuck her ass up in the air. I willingly proceeded to smack initiative one cheek, then the early, sometimes getting low on her chubby thighs and producing gaudy yip. She wanted a time out, and when I paused, went to her oversized purse once more and create a thermionic vacuum tube of KY jelly.
"For when you are prepare to use it,"she said. Then she resumed her brain down, ass up, hands and articulatio genus status, and wiggled her ass at me ! I applied the totter several more time to her plump boldness, then lubed her little Brown rosebud up and plunged deep into her ass.
"EEEEEE……"Cindy was squealing like a pig. I continued to pump in and out of her ass, and she continued to squeal. I felt her tingle twice in orgasm, but with the intoxicant, the pot, and the Holocene blow-job, I was able to depend on, taunt, razz. When I finally felt my own impending orgasm, I pulled out of Cindy's well victimized little brown hole, and blistered her ass for a few Sir Thomas More stroking. She was sobbing, squealing, crying, and begging me not to stop in a long, incoherent babble. I dropped the"Ass Blisterer"and spread Cindy's well lube ass buttock. When I entered her soused, hot little brown starfish, she squealed her gimcrack"EEEEEEEEE…."yet, and collapsed under me, even as I achieved my own coming, and pumped squirt after squirt of hot cum in her ass.
Next day, when Cindy called, she was as bubbly and happy as I had ever heard her. She wanted me to arrive by after work so we could discuss a few new things she wanted to try. Hey, if getting her ass blistered and a good throat- fucking made her that well-chosen, why not new things ? Not to note one super-duper ass roll in the hay, which both of us really got off on. Turned out, she wanted some new affair to spank her ass with, and some other toys. She also wanted what she called some enough gage. Said the stuff she had wasn't really good. And, she still was on that troika beef, but had an thought that she thought I might go for.
So, I built two Thomas More paddles, long enough to arrest both impudence of Cindy's ample ass. One, I drilled a shape of pickle in, the other I left knit stitch. I sanded and polished both as smooth as a child's fanny. Then, I scrounged around until I found an old saddle walkover strap, and restored it to flexibility with some hand rubbing and straight's-foot oil. The shoulder strap already had some holes in it, and I punched a few Sir Thomas More. I could hardly hold back to lay that across Cindy's ass. Last, I cut some switches, or really, rods, off of dissimilar eccentric of trees, and peeled them, then whittled and sanded them smooth. I wasn't too sure about the rods, but Cindy wanted them. She still said that the nighttime I wore her ass out with a willow limb was the most intense sex she had ever had, and wanted to try it again. She just wanted to do it when she had some fourth dimension off afterward. succeeding, I had to procure some"adequate"pot. Since I had no clue where that was to be obtained, I decided to go see Linda, and see if she was over her snit.
Linda was only mildly perturbed because I hadn't called for two or three twenty-four hour period, and wanted to know if she could derive over after piece of work, about eleven, eleven thirty. I said OK, and asked if she could score some decent smoke. I gave her some cash, and said I would see her later. When she showed up, we smoked a joint, ( which was dynamite shit ), and took a cascade together. I soaped her all over, more in some topographic point than in others. I shampooed and conditioned her short-change, guttle black hair, and shaved her perdition, peg, and the vertebral column of her cervix, under the short haircloth there. ( She said hairsbreadth growing out on her neck under her shortsighted fashion prickled. ) Then, getting out of the shower, I shaved her pussy, and rubbed her freshly shaved areas with a application she had brought that she said was comfortably than baby oil. All this fourth dimension, she had washed me really good all over, and inspired a raging hard-on where her little manus was soaping and fondling my balls and calamus. I carried her into the bedroom, and proceeded to eat he freshly shaved pussy until she shuddered, moaned, and begged me to have it off her. I turned her over, put her on her bridge player and knees, and fucked her doggy-style until we were both exhausted and satiated. I went to sleep with her pocket-size dead body cuddled up against me.
When I awakened, Linda had washed all the dishes, cleaned up the bathroom, picked up all the dirty clothes, and was sitting, smoking a cigarette and drinking java she had made.
We said"commodity morning,"and I went to relieve myself and get a cup of coffee berry. I could tell something was a little off, but didn't know what it was. Linda was quick to let me know.
"I want to ask you something,"she started off.
"What ?"I said.
She reached into the couch shock absorber and produced one of the boat paddle I had made for Cindy, and hadn't even got to use yet.
"What is this for ? Or who is it for ? Do you want to use it on me ? Is it for somebody else ? Tell me."
So, cornered like a rat, I lied like a dog. I told her the paddle was something I used on a late lady friend, because she liked it, and had intended to give it to her one of these sidereal day. Not quite the true statement, but close. I most surely intended to"give it"to Cindy right across her chubby ass.
"Hummm"Linda said."Don't give it back to her yet. Do you savor spanking ?"
I said I did.
"Why haven't you ever spanked me ?"she asked.
I said because she hadn't ever mentioned it, and I didn't want to pull her, or wound her, or nominate her do anything she didn't want to do.
"Don't give the boat paddle back,"she said."I might desire to try it. It sounds uncanny, it might offend too bad, or, it might be like getting fucked in the ass. Great after you try it and get used to it. I want to opine about it for a while."
I said OK, but was mentally thinking that Linda was not going to really like getting spanked, much less her ass blistered, like Cindy did. I mean, Cindy sometimes had an orgasm when being spanked. I know it made her top-notch horny, and the more she got her ass spanked, the wilder she got. Sometimes she asked me to continue to spank her ass past the point I was fix to fuck her, but she really got off on it.
So Linda left, and I felt I had dodged a bullet. I told her I couldn't see her that night, since we were coming off sidereal day off, and going on six ‘ til two shift. She worked three ‘ til eleven, and I couldn't wait up for her and attain it to work the next morning. She said"OK. Call me !"and was out the door.
working daylights, I didn't have the time for either Cindy or Linda, due to getting up so early, but Cindy arranged to swap geological fault with a workfellow one day that workweek, and I said I would piece her up after I dropped the crew off and showered.
Thursday, the day I had set aside for Cindy, I dropped off the crew, had a dainty cadaver drink and a hot rain shower, gathered up Cindy's toy, had another stiff drinking, and was off to peck up Cindy. When I arrived at Cindy's family, she gathered up her outsized purse, shouted"Bye"to her teenage girl, and away we went. She had arranged for a cabin down on the lake, since my apartment was out, because of Linda, and Cindy's tendency to be gimcrack during spanking and sex, and her kids were home. The cabin was fairly isolated, with a kitchenette and two twin beds, and a living-sitting room with a yoke of overstuffed chairs and ottomans.
We got to the cabin, and Cindy rolled us a joint. After a few strike, she pronounced it good pot, and I told her I wanted her topless. She complied by removing her top and bra, and I played with her pap for a while, and then tied her mitt behind her back, with a loop around her neck opening that forced her to bind her headway back, and made her breasts stick out. Next, I applied some ice to her outthrust nipples, making them get difficult, and stick out even further. I applied the alligator jaws to the tips of her nipple, getting a squeal for each mamilla I clamped. I let her divagate around a bit, occasionally giving her a hit off the spliff, or feeding her a sip of my Crown and seven.
Next, I had her sit in one of the overstuffed chairs, and give me some principal, spaced out with sips of the Crown and seven, which she swirled around my dick before swallowing. The way she was tied, the iteration around her neck kept her from going as deep as I wanted her to, so I re-tied her hands around her waist, and stripped her pant and panties off while I had her standing up. I gave her the net hit off the roach, and laid it aside. Cindy held the smoke for a long time, and after I had a tie around her waistline and both hands tied down, I decided to add another, running through her crotch. This one, I pulled fairly mean, getting the tie right between her twat lips. Next, I bent her over the back of the chairman, and arrayed the boat paddle, strap, and retinal rod in the seat, where she could see them. I told her I was going to use all of them until I got the loudest squeal !
I paddled and strapped Cindy's ass until it was red, then, with her still set over the chairman, fucked her fiddling brown rosebud until we both climaxed, she several prison term. She squealed, yelped, cried and begged me for more. I still can not conceive how practically she got off on having her ass beaten on, but she could take Sir Thomas More than my arm could give.
I untied her, and we fixed another beverage. With Cindy and I both sitting naked, we sipped drinkable and discussed the paddles and strap. Cindy liked both of the paddles, said the smoothen one was a"stinger"and the one with trap was a"image Cupid's disease of ass blister."She said the breeze strap was as close to ecstasy as anything she had experienced since I had whipped her ass with the willow rod that night. I hadn't used any of the three or four perch I had cut and polished for her yet, and she form of wondered how they would feel. Her chubby ass and the binding of her thigh were already so red that I thought that even Cindy would suffer had enough by now.
We smoked another joint, and by this clock time we had the munchies bad. We took a nimble exhibitioner together, and I left to stock up on a pair of cheeseburgers and some junk food. I left Cindy with clothespins on her nipple and club not to remove them. Of course of instruction, when I got back, she had taken the pins off, so I bent her over the electric chair, and gave her about ten licks across her ass and the book binding of her thigh with one of the rods before we ate. Even with her ass red, hot, and beaten in the first place, she said she liked the rod across her ass ! We ate, smoked and drank some more, and sat around until I decided that it was sentence for Cindy to go down on me. What with the in the beginning physical exertion in her mean little bunghole, she sucked for a hanker time, with me giving her encouragement by pushing her drumhead down and sometimes pulling her down by the tomentum. After a piece, I made her kneel on the ottoman, and fucked her doggy flair with me standing up. That woman had the spicy, tightest pussy I was ever into.
I sacked out on one of the beds for a while, and when Cindy woke me up, it was meter to leave if I was going to make it to work. Since she was already dressed, I pulled her bloomers down and strapped her ass a few sentence right before we left. As we drove back to town, I had Cindy down across the pickup seat, sucking on my dick all the way back to town. I finally had to rend up in her driveway and concord her foreland down while I came in her mouth, but I went to work worn out and well satisfy !
Later that hebdomad, after we had worked our six days of day fault, I called Linda and asked if she wanted to fare over after she got off at eleven.
With almost three days off, I planned a little S & S ( sucking and sex ) with Linda, and hoped Cindy wouldn't interfere. Usually, after a estimable ass vesication, it was a few day before Cindy was quick for another round .