Chapter III- Linda and Cindy
I called Cindy at piece of work that evening, and asked her if she was still quick to confess like a pig. She said yes, and to plunk her up in the parking lot at eleven XXX. I picked her up, on docket, and we went out for a drinkable or three before getting to the primary case. As we were driving to one of our favorite pip, down on the lake, Cindy surprised me by pulling out a small cigarette box with several joints already rolled. She asked if I minded, and was in bend surprised when I said I would link her. What with the hummer and the alcohol, I was getting really horny, and looking forward to Cindy's tight little prick. She had some other estimate.
When we got parked at the lake, Cindy already had my dick out of my pants, and was jacking a little on it. I moved over in the seat to give her serious memory access, and was pleasantly surprised when she opened her oral cavity and started to go down on me. I placed my hand on the backrest of her head, and gently, so as not to ruin anything, started to push her head up and down, just a lilliputian deeper each clip. This went on for a few minutes, then, as always, Cindy quit sucking. Looking up, she said,"You may have to help me look at it all the way the showtime clip, or few clock time. Like you did when you got my ass for the beginning clock time. Just hold me down and construct me subscribe to it."
wellspring, OK, if that's the way you want it. I gently pushed her sucking mouth back on my knockout member, and continued with my easy up and down, deeper on each chance event, motion. After Cindy got almost three quarters of my distance down her mouth, I could feel the back of her throat, and she started to resist some. I eased up, letting her yield what she was well-off with for a few Sir Thomas More strokes, then gently pushed her head down further until I felt the back of her throat again. This time, she took a few Thomas More throw before starting to fend, and I eased up again. Then, she increased the depth of her own up and down motion, and made an campaign to take More of my dick down her pharynx. By this meter, I could hold back no longer, so I grabbed the rear of her foreland and shoved as arduous as I could, and spurted a monolithic load of cum down her pharynx. I don't know if she gagged, or choked, or swallowed arduous, but something that she did caused me to gush again, and I was completely drained, laying back against the pickup door.
Cindy crawled out of the truck, and got two beers out of the ice chest in the spinal column. She opened them with the opener on the ice chest, handed one to me, and lit another joint. We smoked the spliff and fuddle 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 brain doing a partial, but the musical theme of somebody squirting cum in my mouth just grossed me out. individual else did it to me once, forced me, and I've hated the musical theme since. With soul I want to cum in my mouth, it's not too bad, but I think you will cause to"help"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 prepare for more. She grinned and nodded, and as if to prove it, took my flaccid dick in her hired man, 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 outsize handbag, and produced the"Ass Blisterer ”. Then she got on her hands and genu, and stuck her ass up in the air. I willingly proceeded to smell for the first time one cheek, then the other, sometimes getting low on her chubby second joint and producing gaudy yelp. She wanted a time out, and when I paused, went to her oversized handbag once more and produce a tube of KY jelly.
"For when you are gear up to use it,"she said. Then she resumed her head down, ass up, hands and knee emplacement, and wiggled her ass at me ! I applied the paddle several more clip to her plump nerve, 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 shudder twice in orgasm, but with the alcohol, the pot, and the Holocene epoch blow-job, I was able to tantalize, ride, hinge upon. When I finally felt my own close at hand orgasm, I pulled out of Cindy's well exploited little brown hole, and blistered her ass for a few more strokes. She was sobbing, squealing, crying, and begging me not to stop in a foresightful, tongue-tied babble. I dropped the"Ass Blisterer"and spread Cindy's well lubed ass cheeks. When I entered her slopped, hot little brown starfish, she squealed her meretricious"EEEEEEEEE…."yet, and collapsed under me, even as I achieved my own orgasm, and pumped spurt after jet of hot cum in her ass.
Next day, when Cindy called, she was as bubbly and glad as I had ever heard her. She wanted me to come by after work so we could discuss a few new things she wanted to try. Hey, if getting her ass blistered and a commodity throat- fuck made her that happy, why not new things ? Not to mention one super-duper ass fucking, which both of us really got off on. Turned out, she wanted some new affair to larrup her ass with, and some other toys. She also wanted what she called some decent grass. Said the stuff she had wasn't really good. And, she still was on that threesome bitch, but had an musical theme that she thought I might go for.
So, I built two more paddle, long enough to catch both boldness of Cindy's ample ass. One, I drilled a pattern of cakehole in, the other I left plain. I sanded and polished both as smooth as a baby's goat. Then, I scrounged around until I found an old saddle duck soup strap, and restored it to flexibility with some manus rubbing and peachy's-foot oil. The strap already had some hole in it, and I punched a few Thomas More. I could hardly wait to lay that across Cindy's ass. Last, I cut some electric switch, or really, rod cell, off of different eccentric of tree, 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 Nox I wore her ass out with a willow tree limb was the most vivid sex she had ever had, and wanted to try it again. She just wanted to do it when she had some time off afterward. Next, I had to procure some"decent"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 solar day, and wanted to have it away if she could come over after work, about eleven, eleven thirty. I said OK, and asked if she could nock some right smoke. I gave her some Cash, and said I would see her later. When she showed up, we smoked a juncture, ( which was dynamite shit ), and took a shower together. I soaped her all over, more in some position than in others. I shampooed and conditioned her short, pig bleak tomentum, and shaved her pits, peg, and the rachis of her neck, under the short circuit fuzz there. ( She said hair growing out on her neck under her short style prickled. ) Then, getting out of the cascade, I shaved her pussy, and rubbed her saucily shaved arena with a application she had brought that she said was better than babe oil. All this time, she had washed me really good all over, and inspired a raging hard-on where her small hand was soaping and fondling my ballock and shaft. 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 hand and human knee, and fucked her doggy-style until we were both exhausted and satiated. I went to sleep with her diminished trunk cuddled up against me.
When I awakened, Linda had washed all the peach, cleaned up the lavatory, picked up all the dirty clothes, and was sitting, smoking a cigarette and drinking coffee she had made.
We said"good cockcrow,"and I went to palliate myself and get a cup of coffee. I could tell something was a piffling off, but didn't know what it was. Linda was fast to let me know.
"I want to ask you something,"she started off.
"What ?"I said.
She reached into the couch cushions and produced one of the 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 need 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 previous girlfriend, because she liked it, and had intended to break it to her one of these days. Not quite the truth, 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 enjoy 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 force her, or hurt her, or gain her do anything she didn't want to do.
"Don't give the paddle back,"she said."I might need to try it. It sounds weird, it might hurt 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 intend 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 super horny, and the more than she got her ass spanked, the wilder she got. Sometimes she asked me to continue to spank her ass past the point I was ready to fuck her, but she really got off on it.
So Linda left, and I felt I had dodged a heater. I told her I couldn't see her that night, since we were coming off daylight off, and going on six ‘ til two work shift. She worked three ‘ til eleven, and I couldn't wait up for her and make it to work the next dawn. She said"OK. name me !"and was out the door.
workings daylights, I didn't have the fourth dimension for either Cindy or Linda, due to getting up so early, but Cindy arranged to swap shifts with a workfellow one day that hebdomad, and I said I would nibble her up after I dropped the crew off and showered.
Th, the day I had set aside for Cindy, I dropped off the work party, had a Nice stiff drink and a hot shower bath, gathered up Cindy's toy, had another loaded crapulence, and was off to foot up Cindy. When I arrived at Cindy's theatre, she gathered up her oversized handbag, shouted"Bye"to her teenage daughter, 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 loud 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 pair of overstuffed president and ottomans.
We got to the cabin, and Cindy rolled us a junction. After a few smash, 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 nipple for a while, and then tied her hands behind her back, with a loop around her neck opening that forced her to make her head back, and made her tit stick out. Next, I applied some ice to her outthrust pap, making them get toilsome, and stick out even further. I applied the alligator jaws to the tips of her nipple, getting a squeal for each nipple I clamped. I let her cast around a bit, occasionally giving her a hit off the joint, or feeding her a sip of my top and seven.
Next, I had her sit in one of the overstuffed chairperson, and cave in me some school principal, spaced out with sips of the jacket crown and seven, which she swirled around my dick before swallowing. The way she was tied, the loop topology around her neck opening kept her from going as mysterious as I wanted her to, so I re-tied her hands around her waist, and stripped her knickers and panties off while I had her standing up. I gave her the last hit off the roach, and laid it aside. Cindy held the smoke for a farsighted time, and after I had a tie around her waist and both work force tied down, I decided to add another, running through her crotch. This one, I pulled fairly blind drunk, getting the tie right field between her pussy lips. Next, I bent her over the backrest of the chair, and arrayed the paddle, strap, and rods 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 hot seat, fucked her little chocolate-brown rosebud until we both climaxed, she various sentence. She squealed, yelped, cried and begged me for more. I still can not conceive how much she got off on having her ass beaten on, but she could charter more than my arm could give.
I untied her, and we fixed another drink. With Cindy and I both sitting nude, we sipped beverage and discussed the paddles and shoulder strap. Cindy liked both of the paddles, said the smooth one was a"stinger"and the one with holes was a"doubling sexually transmitted disease of ass blister."She said the picnic shoulder strap was as confining 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 retinal rod I had cut and polished for her yet, and she kind of marvel how they would feel. Her chubby ass and the backs of her thighs were already so red that I thought that even Cindy would have had enough by now.
We smoked another marijuana cigarette, and by this time we had the munchies bad. We took a quick rain shower together, and I left to descent up on a couple of cheeseburgers and some rubble food. I left Cindy with clothespins on her pap and orders not to take them. Of form, when I got back, she had taken the pins off, so I bent her over the chair, and gave her about ten salt lick across her ass and the backs of her second joint with one of the rod cell before we ate. Even with her ass red, hot, and beaten earlier, she said she liked the rod across her ass ! We ate, smoked and tope some more, and sat around until I decided that it was time for Cindy to swash me. What with the earlier workout in her closely little bunghole, she sucked for a hanker time, with me giving her encouragement by pushing her heading down and sometimes pulling her down by the hair. After a while, I made her kneel on the pouffe, and fucked her doggy panache with me standing up. That charwoman had the hottest, tightest pussycat I was ever into.
I sacked out on one of the beds for a piece, and when Cindy woke me up, it was time to leave if I was going to cook it to make. Since she was already dressed, I pulled her gasp down and strapped her ass a few time right before we left. As we drove back to town, I had Cindy down across the cartridge stern, sucking on my putz all the way back to townspeople. I finally had to pull up in her drive and hold her header down while I came in her sass, but I went to work worn out and well meet !
Later that hebdomad, after we had worked our six days of day slip, I called Linda and asked if she wanted to come over after she got off at eleven.
With almost three solar day off, I planned a picayune S & S ( sucking and sex ) with Linda, and hoped Cindy wouldn't interfere. Usually, after a skilful ass blistering, it was a few days before Cindy was set up for another round .