LOVING LESBOS 
                    
     It had been a particularly long and grueling day at the
office, and the heat of the day had sapped a lot of my strength,
but I decided to stop on the way home and buy a really sexy pair
of undies, knowing that Danielle, my lover, would be pleased with
me for doing so.  Having bought the sexiest, laciest pair of bra
and panties I could find, I thought of nothing but my sweetheart
the rest of the way home.
     I had known Danielle for almost six years, ever since high
school, and we were almost constant lovers for the last four of
them.  We each had "stepped out" on the other on several
occasions, later confessing our transgressions in tear-filled,
highly emotional situations which only served to bring us closer
together.  Her sexual appetite, like mine, was insatiable.  I
don't think there is anything we haven't tried or wouldn't try to
make each other happy.
     My job as a secretary was boring, paid little, and brought
not too much satisfaction to my life, but there was always
Danielle at the end of the day to save it for me.  Her life as a
part-time model was much more glamorous, and offered her more of
an opportunity for sexual liaisons outside of our relationship
(both male and female), but I knew the sex part of it went with
the territory, and I gave her just the slightest hassle when she
stayed out late on a modeling assignment.
     Danielle was as pretty a girl as I had ever known.  She just
turned twenty-four last month.  Her long, strawberry-blonde hair
and pretty face, with pug nose and deep blue eyes, had adorned
the covers of several prominent national magazines over the past
few years.  She preferred modeling in lingerie, and often
appeared in Sears or Montgomery Ward catalogs in typical poses
with nothing on but panties and bra.  Like most models of this
type, she was not particularly large-breasted, though what she
had to offer beneath those sexy, lacey bras she loved to wear was
more than ample.  They are certainly more than enough to whet my
appetite. Her legs were long, sleek, and perfectly tanned.  She
was a real head- turner when she walked in shopping malls wearing
a short dress.
     I am not as pretty as she, but, I must say without sounding
immodest, that I really have her beat when it comes to
well-developed bodies. Although I am the elder of us two by only
three months, I think my boobs stayed longer in the oven when
they were baking, and must have been enhanced by extra dough.  To
say the least, they are extremely large.  I am probably more
well-endowed than many movie actresses, and I know I put a lot of
models in Playboy and Penthouse to shame.  I must admit, however,
that my looks are only slightly above average, so, despite my
physical assets, I do not command the attention that Danielle
does with her strikingly pretty face and long blonde hair.
     I am a brown-eyed brunette and I like to keep my hair cut
short, just covering my ears.  Where it really counts, I like to
keep my pussy hairs cut real short!  In fact, I have been known
to keep my little honeypot shaved completely for weeks at a time. 
Often, I let Danielle do the shaving for me, knowing that soon
thereafter I will be rewarded with a long, satisfying orgasm when
she is done, finding it difficult not to get turned on by my
spread legs and pouting cuntal lips.  Often, she is unable to
stop from eating me before she is done shaving me; it is not
unusual for us to interrupt this activity with some really heavy
sex.
     Usually she shaves me while I'm lying on the bed with a
rubber mat beneath my buttocks, but, I am getting way too far
ahead of myself to go into details about that now.  I plan to
tell all about myself and Danielle, and promise to include a few
paragraphs about her adventures in shaving between my legs.
     Coming home from work, like today, wearing the new sexy
undies I had bought on the way, was always a joy.  I like to
surprise her.  Sometimes I sit across from her and flash a little
leg.   If I am bold, I'll let her see well up my dress or
nightie.  She goes wild when I do it without panties on!  For
some reason, she gets particularly turned on when I turn my back
to her and bend over, offering her a rear view of panties or--
sometimes--a bare ass!
     Walking in the door I smelled food on the stove.  Steak?  It
smelled good.  "Hi, Danielle, where are you?"
     "Hi, Laurie!" she shouted from the living room.
     I walked into the living room, feeling really sexy, knowing
that what I was wearing beneath my dark blue skirt and sweater
would really turn her on.  She was lying on the sofa, reading a
model magazine, clad in a red halter, beneath which she was
obviously wearing nothing, and a pair of white short-shorts.  I
moved to her side and, bending slightly, brushed my lips against
her cheek as she raised her face slightly to greet me.
     "How was your day?" she asked with a wide smile.
     "Crappy," I replied.  "As usual.  If George Phillips pinches
my rear end once more I'm going to kick him in the balls."
     Danielle laughed.  She moved her hips back on the sofa in a
gesture offering me room to sit next to her.  I planted my
buttocks on the sofa, placing my right forearm just below her
left shoulder.  Her right arm drifted instinctively across my
thigh.  I placed my left arm upon it.
     "Steak's in the oven," she said.
     "You look pretty," I said, staring into her baby-blues,
pretending to ignore her comment, giving her left arm a little
squeeze.
     She looked into my eyes, right into my soul I thought.  "I
missed you today," she whispered into my ear, sending shivers
down my spine.
     "Since just this morning?" I asked, pretending to be
oblivious of the goose bumps which adorned my arms.
     "Uh-uh," she replied.  "I've had a boring day.  One
telephone call, one modeling assignment for next Tuesday.  I
thought about you a lot, Laurie."
     I smiled.  Love was something special to us.  Neither of us
were ashamed to reveal our innermost feelings to each other.  We
had always communicated our needs, sexually or otherwise, with
such candor that we weren't afraid to say what we really felt or
wanted.  "I thought about you, too," I said, moving my right hand
to her forehead and brushing away her bangs of strawberry-blonde
hair.  After four years of basically non-stop sex, one would
think we would have grown tired of one another.  To the contrary,
our physical attraction was mutual and unceasing.
     "I'm not really that hungry," I whispered sexily with a
broad smile, finally responding to her earlier comment about the
steak in the oven.
     "You could turn off the oven," she said, biting her lower
lip, acknowledging my all too obvious innuendo that there was
something on my mind besides dinner.
     "Do you have something better than steak to eat?" I asked,
knowing the obvious answer to my own question.
     "I've got something that's extremely low-calorie for you.  I
think you'll find it to be rather delectable," she answered,
moving her body under my arm which stretched across the back of
the sofa, her shoulder nudging under my armpit.  I moved my free
hand to her halter-covered right breast and began toying with her
there, using just the tips of my fingers upon her slightly turgid
nipple.  I knew that always turned her on.
     Danielle moved her left hand to my sweater, just beneath my
left breast.  I thought she was going to touch me there, but she
didn't; her hand remained near my ribs.  Bending my head
slightly, I planted a gentle kiss on her soft, golden hair.  She
traced the fingers of her free hand from my ribs to the nape of
my neck, by-passing my tit, pulling me into her in a soft, gentle
way.  She turned her head and brought her lips to mine. The kiss
was tender, but not overtly sexy.  I liked to call it a "warm-up"
kind of kiss.
     "Excuse me, but I don't think we need more than one fire at
a time in here," I said, breaking the kiss and her embrace, as I
arose and walked into the kitchen.  I turned the oven down to 100
degrees, enough to keep the steak warm while Danielle turned my
body turned hot.
     When I returned to her, she was lying prone, having swung
her left leg, bent at the knee, over the back of the sofa,
keeping her right leg straight.  The effect was to open her legs
up completely, offering me a sexy view of the crotch of her
shorts.  A quick glance between her legs revealed a slight
opening on the outside of the crotch of her white shorts, beneath
which I could distinctly see the edge of her just as white
panties.
     Instead of returning to my seated position next to her, I
stood above the exquisitely pretty girl, looking down at her bare
midriff and unbelievably sexy legs.  "I turned the oven down," I
said.
     "Then how about turning me on," she replied, beckoning me
with outspread arms.
     "First, I have a little surprise for you," I whispered in as
sexy a tone as I could muster.
     "I like surprises," she said with a broad smile.
     "Close your eyes," I commanded.  "No peeking."
     Keeping my eyes glued to her face to prevent her from
cheating, I reached under the bottom of my sweater and lifted it
over my chest, then drew it over my head.  I looked down at my
new brassiere, a front-hooking type with solid material to the
outside of my breasts, and see-through lace, embroidered with
tiny flowers along the insides.  Plenty of cleavage was visible
through the wispy lace.
     Bending slightly at the waist, I grasped the hem of my
skirt, then pulled it in a quick upward thrust along my bare,
white legs, all the way to my waist, revealing my new, sexy,
bra-matching panties.  I knew from having looked in the mirror at
the store that my hairless cuntal crack was plainly visible just
above the plain, reinforced solid white crotch. Flowery lace
adorned the entire front of the tiny, bikini-styled undies.
     I held the dress above my waist, still grasping the hem.  I
felt really sexy.  I hoped Danielle would like what I was
wearing.  I had bought the frilly material just for her.  "Open
your eyes," I whispered.
     Slowly, as if she were drifting out of sleep, she opened her
eyes to see me standing before her, showing off my recent
purchase.  Her eyes widened and her mouth opened.  "Oh!  They're
beautiful!" she exclaimed, staring first at my panties and then
at my bra.  She licked her lips instinctively, then gulped.
     "I bought them just for you, Danielle," I said, turning in a
slow circle to permit her a view of the solid, tight fitting rear
of the satiny material.
     I knew sexy lingerie turned her on.  She loved to model in
such delicate things as much as she liked to see others do the
same.  We both had a penchant for sexy underwear.  My favorite of
hers was a full-cut panty and bra combination that was completely
transparent, right down to the crotch and bra cups.  Maybe the
outfit I was now modeling for her didn't quite match that, but I
knew she would find it extremely enticing.
     "Oh, Laurie, where did you buy them?" she asked, reaching
her left hand out to touch the front of the panties with her
fingertips.
     "At Macy's, on the way home.  I thought you might like
them!"
     "Oh, wow!  I love them, Laurie!  They're beautiful.  You
look so fucking sexy!  Turn around again, for me, I want to see
that gorgeous ass once more."
     I turned my back to her and purposely stuck my rear end out
by bending slightly at the waist.  I heard her whistle behind me,
then felt the warmth of the palm of her hand resting on my left
buttock.  "These panties look like they're painted on you," she
sighed, running her hand over my ass.
     Feeling her hand back there, I became emboldened, inching
back toward the sofa, opening my legs wider in the process, and
bending over even further.  My back was to her, but my crotch was
wide open.  Looking back between my legs, I saw Danielle's left
hand cup her own crotch and squeeze it tightly just as she moved
the fingertips of her right hand between my legs.
     "OH, yes!" I sighed as I felt the first upward pressure of
her hand against my panty crotch, pressing into my puffy cuntal
lips.
     "So soft," she whispered, pressing her middle finger right
into the crack, near the entrance to my vagina which was already
filling with my love-juices.  "Move closer to me, Laurie."
     I backed up toward the couch, until I felt my calves hit the
edge.  My panty-covered ass was right above her head now.  I
could feel her eyes staring into my private area.  She maintained
a constant pressure of her finger against my vulva.  Lowering my
backside even further, I squatted over her, the wide expanse of
my panty-covered crotch just a few inches above her face.  I
looked to the side; her hand was digging into her own crotch now,
teasing her clitoris into full erection, as she looked up at my
panty-covered ass above her.
     "What a view!" she exclaimed.
     I was wanton now, completely filled with lust.  Grabbing
most of the material of my raised skirt with my left hand in
front of my doubled-over tummy, I moved my right hand between my
legs, pushing hers away.  Boldly, I grasped one edge of the
crotch of my new panties with four fingers and pulled it to the
side, baring my now gaping, completely hairless cunt to the
leering eyes below.
     "Is this what you're after?" I husked, knowing that the lush
pink tissues lining the inside of the walls of my cuntal crack
and the moistened vaginal entrance were plainly visible to
Danielle.
     My wantonness surprised even my lover.  "You know it is, you
devil!"
     I used my index finger to pull one of my puffy, hairless
labia even further apart, revealing a good deal of the inner
entrance to my now steaming vagina.  "Use your tongue, lover," I
ordered, lowering my ass all the way onto her face, almost
smothering her with the fatty tissues of my cunt.
     Her tongue shot into me like a dart, at once filling a void
that had been empty for too long.  I could hear her slurping at
the offered prize, even as I felt her hot tongue begin its search
into my very being, while I clasped the arm of the sofa to keep
my balance.  I had known other lovers, male and female, but no
one had a tongue like Danielle's.  I had known her to kiss and
suck my pussy for hours--once for an entire evening when she bet
me I could experience orgasm ten times.  She was wrong--I came at
least a dozen times, each time more intense than the previous
one.
     She licked the entire length of my cuntal crack, even
reaching into my super-sensitive anal area as she moved her head
back and forth beneath my churning ass.  "OH!  That feels
wonderful!" I cried, trying to hold my body still for a moment
and allow her tongue to perform its magic inside me.
     She gurgled and cooed into my crack which was plastered
against her face.  I couldn't get enough of this bitch who was
just as much in heat as I was.  While her one hand stole inside
her shorts, beneath her panties, to play with her own hot
womanhood, her other hand supported my lowered ass.
     I let her eat me for at least ten minutes, on the verge on
coming on several occasions, letting the lofty sensations fill my
loins.  Finally, I eased my ass off her face.  "Let's go to the
bedroom, darling," I whispered huskily.
     Not waiting for a response, and without looking back at her,
I ran into the bedroom and jumped onto the bed, flat on my back,
legs spread wide.  I pulled the crotch of my panties to the side
once more and waited.  Danielle walked slowly into the room, a
look of pure sexiness on her face.  The front of her shorts were
unbuttoned and unzipped, the material falling to either side of
the front.  I assumed she had opened the shorts when she was
playing with herself while sucking me just moments before.
     She slowly moved to the bed and sat between my spread legs,
staring into my hairless cunt which I offered for her view.  She
inclined her body parallel to my left leg and rested her head on
her left hand, her head only inches from the obscenely exposed
crack.  She placed her free hand on the top of my left thigh and
licked her lips with her tongue.
     "What does the little girl want?" she whispered.  Because of
its hairless condition, she often referred to my sex as a "little
girl".
     "She needs a lot of attention," I said softly.  Looking down
her reclining body, I could see the top of her panties where the
front of her shorts opened in a wide 'V'.  Her nipples, now fully
erect, jutted against her halter.  I wanted to suck them.
     "You mean like this?" asked Danielle, showing me her
saliva-filled tongue before pressing into the length of my sex
and taking a long, wet swipe with it from my vagina to my clit.
     I cried out in ecstasy.  "Yes!" I gasped, "Oh, do it to me
darling!"
     "Show me where the little girls wants all the attention,"
she said in as sexy a tone as she could muster.
     She was teasing me now.  Still holding the panty crotch to
the side, baring my cunt, I moved the tip of my forefinger to my
bulging clitoral hood, beneath which the source of my most
wonderful pleasures lie hidden, surrounded by sensitive tissues. 
"Right here," I said, pressing my finger against the nubbin,
pushing my finger into the upper crack of my pussy.
     "And where else?" she whispered, staring at my finger
delving into the splayed crotch.
     "Here," I replied, opening my legs even wider and moving my
fingertip to my vaginal entrance.  "Your tongue belongs real deep
in here!"  Danielle watched, wide-eyed, as I pierced the vagina
with my finger.  It was like a lake inside me, my love juices
flowing copiously.
     "I think I can handle that," said Danielle, smiling, moving
her head closer to my crotch.
     "Not so fast, young lady!  I haven't pointed out all the
target areas yet."
     "What's missing?" she asked.
     Still holding my panty crotch to the side, I moved my fore
and middle fingers to either side of the soft flesh surrounding
my anal region and pushed the delicate halves apart, baring my
round 'O', my nether opening, the entrance to my rectal cavity. 
"Here, too," I said.  "Are you brave enough to do it here?"
     I knew the answer.  She had rimmed me a hundred times
before, but I liked the anticipation of knowing what my lover was
about to do to me.  "I might even start there first," she replied
with a wry smile.  "I plan on doing lots of things to you.  I've
got some nice surprises myself."
     "Like what?"
     "If I told you they wouldn't be surprises, would they?"
     "Tell me some of the things," I begged.  It really turned me
on to hear her say what was in store for me.
     "It's a little embarrassing," she lied.  "Let me whisper in
your ear. Move your leg."  She sidled up along side of me as I
moved my right leg to accommodate her.  I removed my hand from my
panty crotch, letting the material fall back into place over my
pussy and put my arm around her.  Her head nestled in the crook
of my neck.  It was a nice position, leaving her left hand atop
my head, which she scratched gently, and her right hand on my
cheek, which she caressed softly.  Her forearm rested atop my
left breast.  I kept my legs as open as I could.
     "Do you really want to hear what I'm going to do to you?"
she asked, her mouth just next to my ear, the warmth of her
breath driving me insane with desire.
     "Uh-uh," I replied.
     "I'm going to start at the top and work down.  First here,
all over your face," she said with caressing fingers.  "I'm going
to kiss your cheek real softly.  And here," she said, running the
tip of her index finger over my lips, "I'm going to kiss you nice
and slowly on your lips, then french you with my whole tongue."
     As she spoke her lips brushed against my ear, breathing her
words into the canal, knowing the tremendously sexy affect it was
causing on my libido.  I needed her so badly, how much I could
never express in words. She really knew how to turn me on!
     "And then," she continued, moving her hand to the side of my
neck and working it slowly to the top of my chest, "I think I'll
start working my way toward the mountains."  I giggled
reflexively as fingertips made their way to the inside of my
bra-encased left breast.  She liked to call my breasts
"mountains" and my hairless cunny a "valley".  Often she took
hikes to the mountain and strolls thorough the valley, much to my
delight.
     "Because they're so big, I'll spend a lot time sucking and
kissing your beautiful tits, especially....right here...."
     "AHHH!" I cried as her forefinger found my turgid nipple
beneath the embroidered lace and tweaked it sexily, arousing it
even more fully.
     "Do you like that, Laurie?" Danielle whispered softly into
my ear, pressing gently on my left nipple with her fore-finger.
     "OH!" I cooed.  "You know I do!"
     She drew circles around the nipple with her fingertip,
exciting the ultra-sensitive tissues and membranes of the
surrounding areola while she softly blew more warm air into my
ear, causing my whole body to shiver. The sexual atmosphere that
filled the room was unbelievable.
     "All over the mountains, Laurie.  I'm going to travel all
over them with my lips and tongue.  Sometimes I'll suck your
nipple so hard and bite it with my teeth that you'll scream in
pain.  But I won't be done then, because there is so much more of
your delicious body to explore.  Down here on the other side of
the mountain is a trail that leads to a hidden valley."
     Her fingers began moving down my body, over my belly button,
toward my mons veris.  I began to arch my body upward, to meet
her wandering hand. When her fingers touched my pubis I nearly
jumped out of my skin!  Her touch, by hand or lips or tongue, was
electric, sending shock waves throughout my body.  Her magic
fingers never ceased to amaze me.
     "In the valley, Laurie," she whispered, pressing lightly
into the cuntal crack beneath my panties, there is a cave that
needs to be explored. I need to go inside and check it out.  I
think it's right....here..."
     I gasped out loud as her middle finger slid over the crotch
of my new, pretty panties, across my burgeoning clitoris, and
insinuated just slightly into the vaginal orifice.  I couldn't
take any more!  Turning my body toward my lover, I threw my arms
around her and pulled her to me, wrapping myself around her.
     "Oh, Danielle, I need you so much!  Fuck me with your tongue
and your finger."  Our lips met in a fit a pure passion as
pressed the entire palm of her hand between my legs and grasped
my sex beneath the now soaked panty crotch.  I gurgled and cooed
with delight, hoping her explorations of my body would never end. 
Never had I known anyone, man or woman, who had such complete
control of me, who I would do anything for, anything she asked.
And she knew it.
     "I want you naked, Laurie," she said as she kissed my mouth. 
"I want you to be naked for me," she repeated, emphasizing the
last word of her sentence before she gently bit my lower lip with
her teeth.
     And how I wanted to be naked for her, too!  And her for me. 
I wanted it all and more.  There could never be too much of
Danielle.  "I love you! Oh, how much I love you!" I cried against
her insinuating tongue, knowing that the soft, warm tongue that
was now exploring my mouth would soon be filling my vagina or
asshole, depending on her whim. The anticipation was too much for
me.
     I pressed my loins into her as my left hand eased into the
back of her already opened shorts and come to rest atop the back
of her panties, where I grabbed a handful of her opulent flesh. 
"I love your ass!" I cried, churning my mouth against Danielle's
as our tongue's continued to meet time and time again.
     We kissed for an eternity.  The more turned on we became,
the more bold did our wandering hands become, caressing a fleshy
tit here, stroking an ass there, using our fingers outside each
other's crotch to flirt with each other's jaws of delight.  My
hand moved stealthily from Danielle's firm buttocks and stole
into the front of opened shorts, skimming the front of her silky
panties, and where I pressed my fingers into the soft curls of
her pussy.  She moaned from deep within her throat, then suddenly
moved her hands to the front of my bra.
     "It's such a pretty bra," she said, staring at the flowery
lace, "but I need what's under it."
     "Take it off," I said.
     "You, Laurie.  I want you to do it.  Do a nice, sexy
strip-tease for me."
     I smiled.  "Are you serious?"
     "Yes," she replied.  "Stand next to the bed and turn me on."
     "You are serious!" I exclaimed.
     "Now!" she ordered.
     Somewhat reluctantly removing my hand from inside her
shorts, where I had begun to enjoy playing with her sweet pussy,
I arose from the bed, my skirt falling back into place.  Danielle
turned her legs slightly in my direction, opening them enough for
me to see the outline of her cuntal crack in the crotch of her
shorts.  She looked so sexy reclining there, her right leg
straight, her left leg bent at the knee.  Boldly, she eased her
hand into the front of the shorts, where mine had only recently
been and cocked her head in anticipation of my little show.
     I put my hands on my hips and stared straight into her
baby-blue eyes, flicking my tongue over my lips sensuously.  The
knuckle of Danielle's middle finger jutted out from inside the
crotch of her shorts, just above her clitoris.  It was obvious
she was toying with her nubbin as she watched me.
     I decided to tease her a little.  Slowly, I snaked my hands
upward, over my bare midriff, until they came to rest beneath my
bra-encased breasts.  I turned my palms upward and cupped each
weighty melon. Danielle's mouth opened slightly.  I moved my eyes
to the movements of her hand between her legs.  "If you keep
playing with yourself like that you're going to get excited."
     "I am excited, Laurie," she husked, moving her middle finger
further down inside her panties, placing it, I was sure, into the
middle of her sex.  "I love to watch you undress."
     I moved my hand to the hook at the front of my bra.  "You
mean, like you want me to open my bra for you?" I teased.
     "Please do it!" she begged.
     I pretended that the hook was stuck, prolonging the torment. 
Danielle withdrew her hand from inside her shorts, then, raising
her hips off the bed, quickly whisked the red shorts down her
long, sleek legs.  The pretty strawberry blonde was left wearing
only a halter and white satin, bikini- styled undies.  Her hand
quickly slipped back into her panties, unencumbered by the
tightness of her shorts.  She teased the entire length of her
cuntal crack with her middle finger as she looked at me, legs
splayed, resting on her left elbow.
     I unhooked the bra front, but left the cups in place.  So
intent was her concentration on my little strip-tease and her own
masturbatory activities, her brow was extremely furrowed and her
face blushed red.  When I separated the bra halves, and my melons
spilled into freedom, Danielle's mouth opened wide.  She stared
at my huge tits like she had never seen them before.  My
coral-colored nipples were fully erect.
     "They're so beautiful!" she sighed.
     "Do you really like them?" I whispered sexily, poking my
chest out as far as I could while I let the bra straps slide down
my arms.  The lacy material fell silently to the floor.  I was
proud of my breasts, and I loved to turn Danielle on by showing
them off to her.
     She smiled.  Her teeth was pearly white, perfect.  "I might
spend a couple hours sucking on your nipples."
     "Mm," I said, moving the tips of each forefinger in small
circles over the nubbins, "I might like that!"  The surrounding
areolas were dotted with goose bumps.  My nipples tingled as I
played with them.  Bending forward, I allowed my mammaries to
hang downward.  Even the slightest movement of my body caused
them to sway back and forth.  I knew I was driving Danielle
crazy.  I let the hanging melons sway and shake for several
moments, watching them in a narcisstic fascination myself.
     Next to the bed was a velvet cushioned blue arm chair.  I
pulled it away from the wall, about five feet from the side of
the bed, facing Danielle.  Turning my back to the reclining girl,
I bent forward and grasped the chair arms in each hand, poking my
skirt-covered behind out as my boobs hung down and swayed back
and forth.  Opening my legs as far as I could, the skirt
stretched tightly over my buttocks, more than half-way up my
naked thighs.
     I knew Danielle could see my panty-covered crotch from her
vantage point behind me.  I wanted her to look at me there. 
Slowly, I moved my backside in a tiny circle, teasing my lover. 
Looking back over my shoulder, I watched Danielle's hand dig deep
between her spread legs.  The pure white crotch of her panties
turned me on immensely.
     In a slow, delicate motion I then turned to face my lover
once more. Silently, I eased my ass onto the cushion of the
chair, looking straight into Danielle's wide-opened eyes.  My
dark blue skirt was half-way up my thighs, but I kept my legs
closed, moving my hands over my bare knees.
     As Danielle sought to find some meaningful look in my eyes,
staring intently at my face, I bit my lower lip, then slowly
raised my right leg upward, inch by teasing inch, revealing with
each delightfully delicious second more and more of my bare legs. 
Danielle's eyes instinctively zoomed to my upward-moving leg,
begging for a view up my skirt.
     It wasn't long before the upper "V" of my panties came into
view.  Just above the solid white reinforced crotch, stretching
out in a wide triangularly, was the sexily patterned
flower-embroidered lace.  I knew Danielle could see the beginning
of my hairless cuntal crack just where the lace began.  It
excited me to know I was giving her a rather pleasant view of my
private area.
     Danielle gulped.  Her lips quivered slightly as my right
foot came to rest on the seat, revealing to her leering eyes a
good deal of my sexy new undies.  I let her take in the view for
a few precious moments while her fingers continued to play tunes
upon her pussy.  Slowly then, I began to raise my right leg, now
bent at the knee, toward the ceiling, straightening it out
completely until my toe was pointing upward.  I moved my hands to
my raised right calf, then drew them slowly downward, along the
back of my bare leg, as if I were drawing hose down the leg.
     Danielle's brow was now filled with beads of sweat.  She had
that look on her face of pure rapture, of complete sexual
abandonment.  Her once white, soft complected cheeks, were now
crimson-colored.  Her breaths were drawn through her mouth.  My
hands stopped at the back of my thigh.
     "Do you like my legs, too?" I whispered sexily.
     Danielle only swallowed a bit of saliva from her moistening
mouth and stared intently at the little leg and panty show I was
giving her.  She was too excited to respond to my question.  I
decided to turn her on some more, letting my leg fall back into
place with my foot resting upon the chair cushion.  Looking into
her eyes once more, I watching them focus on the view up my
skirt, I began to raise my left leg upward, slowly and sexily,
until my foot came to rest, like the right one, on top of the
blue velvet cushion.  All of my pure white panty-covered crotch
was now available for her inspection.
     I let her view the new position for several moments. 
Emboldened by her heavier breathing, I began to spread my knees
further apart, little by little, offering more and more of my
private area to her staring, wide- opened eyes.  She now had a
completely unobstructed view of the entire length of my
panty-clad crotch and lower abdomen.
     "What a beautiful sight!" she managed to say in a husky
voice.
     I moved my hands underneath my legs which now, bent at the
knee, hung over each arm of the chair.  My fingertips graced each
edge of the wide expanse of silky, white crotch.  I could feel my
pussy lips now parted and sticky from my love-juices beneath the
stretched material.  "I'd like to show you what I've got inside
my panties, Danielle," I whispered.
     "Yes, I'd like that," she said, taking another big gulp, her
eyes affixed to my sex.
     I smiled, knowing how turned on she was.  The outline of my
cuntal crack was vivid along the length of my cum-filled crotch. 
I toyed with the edges of the material with my fingertips,
teasing the poor girl.  "First," I said, "I want you to take your
halter off.  If you can see my tits, I should be able to see
yours."
     Danielle quickly sat up on the bed, withdrawing her hand
from inside her own panties, and reached under the ribbed red
tubular halter just to the side of either tit, and quickly pulled
the material over her breasts, which sprang quickly into view,
then over the top of her head.  Not nearly the size of mine, her
alabaster, pink-nippled mammaries stood out nicely on her chest. 
Almost conical, the firm, fleshy protuberances were well-formed
and perfectly proportioned for her size.
     "Make your nipples harder," I ordered.
     She looked down at own breasts, then moved her hands over
them, bringing her thumb and forefinger over each tiny, pink
nipple.  She squeezed each nubbin into erection, sometimes
pulling the pretty pebbles away from her pert tits.  "Like that?"
she asked, feeling proud of herself.
     "Yes, like that," I replied.  "Now slip your panties off."
     "Laurie!  I thought you were stripping for me!" she
protested.
     "Have you enjoyed what you've seen so far?"  I asked,
running my fingers over my panty crotch.
     "Yes," she answered.
     "I'll have an incentive to do even better if you're lying
there naked on the bed while I'm doing it.  Come on," I begged,
"I've seen it all before.  Don't be shy!"
     Danielle let her body fall backward on the bed, her breasts
flattening like pancakes on her chest.  I stared at the full
pubic mound now covered by the solid white panties.  I could see
outlines of the curls beneath the thin material.  She raised her
legs straight in the air, exposing the lower part of her sexy ass
and the back of her panty crotch.  She kept her legs closed. 
Slowly, she snaked her thumbs into either side of the panty tops
and began pushing the material over her buttocks without even
raising her hips off the bed.
     The dividing crack of her ass soon came into view.  I
watched in rapt attention and sweet anticipation as the first few
light-colored pussy curls sprang into sight beneath the undies
which now moved up her raised legs. Through the curls, I was able
to distinguish the back of the slit which divided her puffy pussy
lips.
     When the panties arrived at the mid-point of her raised
legs, she bent her knees and then pushed the panties over them,
all the way to her feet. She kicked the panties in my direction
and they fell on the floor in front of me.  She then raised her
legs once more and held them tightly closed, tantalizing me for
several moments.
     Finally, I could take it no more.  "Open your legs,
Danielle."
     She bent her legs at the knees once more, kicking her heels
softly against the backs of her thighs, teasing me some more. 
Then, without warning, she quickly spread her legs wide open,
revealing the entire length of her splendid pussy.  I gasped out
loud.  My heart was beating rapidly. She remained like that for
several moments, letting me feast my eyes on the gorgeous sight. 
Finally, she dropped her legs to the mattress and pushed herself
up.  There was a look of pure sexual yearning on her face.
     I watched her naked body slither from the bed to the floor
in front of me, where I still sat straddling the arms of the
chair.  Without a word, she leaned her head forward and plastered
her lips right in the middle of my cum-soaked panty crotch.  I
gasped again.  The feeling was electric, sending shock waves
which emanated from the spot she was kissing all over my body.
     "OH!  Danielle!" I cried, reaching for the top of her head
and pulling her face closer into my sex.
     She passionately kissed the length of my crotch, forcing her
tongue into the sticky panties, finding the spots that turned me
on through the silky material.  When her lips located my clitoral
nubbin, she sucked at it voraciously, flicking her tongue over
it, fanning the flames of lust within me.
     I slid my ass closer to the edge of the chair and arched my
hips, offering her easier access to the center of my splayed
legs.  As she kissed and sucked, her hands slowly moved up my
body and found my naked tits. She grabbed as much of the flesh
there that she could with two hands, kneading the melons gently,
sometimes flicking one of her fingers over my rock-hard nipples.
     "You feel so good to me, Laurie," she whispered into the
soaked crotch of my panties.  "I could suck you here forever." 
She pursed her lips around my clitoris and kissed it gently.
     "Take my panties off!" I cried out, my cunt aching for the
exquisite feel of Danielle's mouth and tongue against the
hairless lips between by spread legs.  I wanted this bitch more
than words could adequately express.  I raised my hips several
inches off the bed, while Danielle reached her hands inside the
top elastic band of my undies and began inching them over my
hips.  My heart was pounding in anticipation, knowing that in
just a few more seconds the lips of her mouth would be sucking
the lips of my cunt like only she knew how.
     As she worked my panties to my thighs, I raised my legs
straight in the air, my feet pointing toward the ceiling.  I
watched my lover push the wispy material up the legs and over my
feet.  Once off, she threw the undies to the side.  Keeping my
legs raised in the air, closed tightly together, I knew that
Danielle was getting a nice view of the back of my cuntal crack. 
Her eyes fixed on me there.
     "Open your legs for me," she begged, her brow furrowed.
     I drew my legs back toward my head, exposing more of my
naked buttocks in the process, then slowly and sensually spread
myself open for my lover. Immediately, she dropped her body
behind my buttocks and pasted her lips upon my hairless cuntal
crack.  My entire body seemed to spasm from the touch of her
mouth there.  Using four fingers from each hand, she pried the
puffy lips apart.  I cried out in happiness, so exquisitely
beautiful was the feeling of her mouth on my cunt.
     Danielle had a knack of drawing every last bit of energy out
of me when she ate me out, sapping me of all my strength as I
achieved one tiny orgasm after another until I finally popped. 
She seemed to know just where to stick her tongue, but best of
all, at exactly the right time.  She varied the movement of her
lips and tongue, sometimes working me slowly, sometimes moving
back and forth from my clit to my vagina that the bed literally
shook with her movements.  She held nothing back from me, nothing
at all. She pursued her endeavors with just as much vigor and
energy as she had done the very first time she licked me there
four years ago.
     Often Danielle would talk to my cunt as she ate it,
addressing it in the second person just as if it were a complete
and separate entity from my real being.  Perhaps it was.
     "Oh!  You are so fucking beautiful.  Mmmmm.  You taste so
good.  Open more for me, baby.  Oh, you're oozing so much I must
have swallowed a quart of your sweet-tasting cum already.  Give
me more you little  cunt!"
     She actually did swallow my love juices just as fast as she
could lap them up.  Knowing what she was doing with my cum only
served to turn me on all the more.  The thing I liked best about
Danielle is that she refused to stop eating me until I went over
the edge.  And she knew exactly when that was about to happen and
how to send me into orbit.  Once I reached the edge of the
precipice Danielle brought me over in her own special way.
     "You want to cum, don't you, baby.  It's almost there, I can
feel it. Hold tight, little baby, stay with me!"  It was then
that she would bring her index finger to my anus, now wet with
the dripping secretions from my vagina.  If I gasped out loud, as
I usually did, she knew I was ready and would begin to press her
finger ever so slowly into me there.  This penultimate act would
drive me absolutely wild, causing my hips to buck wildly.  There
was no coming back now.  It is impossible to describe the
unbelievably wonderful feeling of her finger pushing through the
sphincter walls into my rectum.
     Then, just as I am about to cum, Danielle would quickly
withdraw her finger and replace it with her tongue.  Boom!  Bells
would ring, fireworks would go off!  My whole body would snap
convulsively in that magic moment I lived each day for.  The
bells and whistles seemed to go on forever while her tongue
explored the very depths of my being.  Often, when it was over,
she would tell me how nice it was to feel my anus spasmodically
grasping at her foraging tongue.  Always, at the end, as I would
come down from the heights of ecstasy, she would sidle up next to
me and put her arms around me in a soft embrace.
     "I love you," she always whispered softly into my ear.
     "I love you, too, Danielle."
     Though I might often reciprocate and do her just like she
had done me, if I had the strength left to do so, it was never
expected nor asked of me.   

                        WHISPERS OF PAIN
                             Part II
     The most interesting times of our sexual escapades occurred
when Danielle and I engaged in some rather, shall I say, kinky or
bizarre activities where it seemed anything was permissible for
either of us to do to each other.  Neither of us was consistently
the aggressor.  Each of us was capable of drawing out long, often
agonizing semi-tortures upon the other, always leading to the
highest levels of orgasm we would know, sometimes simultaneously
during one of our sessions, sometimes just for the torturer,
sometimes just for the victim.
     We usually reserved our heaviest activity of this nature to
one night per week, primarily Friday or Saturday night, allowing
at least one full day's recovery from the sweet pain of our
bodies.  Danielle, for her part, learned to wield a whip or a
strap with such expertise that she knew just how to drain every
drop of sweat from me before I succumbed to her manipulations of
my body.
     Learning from her, I would take a birch rod to her body and
leave her dripping, both literally and figuratively.  She really
loved to be whipped, perhaps as much as I did.  Completely wanton
in her desire to achieve a new orgasmic high, Danielle would
sometimes beg to treated more harshly than I thought was humanly
possible.
     Two weekends ago, Danielle stood in front of me as I sat on
the sofa.  I was wearing a dark blue skirt miniskirt with a
white, cotton blouse.  I left the top two buttons of the blouse
undone, for "show". She came out of the bedroom carrying a long,
thin, cruel-looking, black leather birch rod in her hand.  I
looked up at her, wide-eyed.  She was wearing a short, black
leather skirt with a matching vest, opened at the chest.  She was
bra-less.  Half of her tits were hanging out.
     "Laurie," she said, staring straight into my eyes, "what is
the punishment for little girls who have been bad?"
     I smiled.  "A real good whipping usually takes the badness
out of them."  I felt a tingling in my loins.  I wondered what I
had done that was "bad".  I felt like a needed a good whipping to
relieve a lot of built-up tension.
     Then, she turned the tables.  It was she who had been bad. 
Really bad.  "I made it with Erica today.  I cheated on you.  I'm
sorry." Tears actually filled her eyes.  She handed me the whip. 
"Make me pay for it," she sobbed, lowering her head in shame.
     She had never done this before--confessing and then asking
to be punished for it.  I was jealous enough, however, to take
out some of my anger upon her beautiful body.
     "Your punishment, dear Danielle, will be to describe what
Erica did to you in complete detail while I give you a good
thrashing.  You know I am more angered by your involvement with
another woman than I would be if some puny man took advantage of
you.  Why did you do it?"
     "She was photographing me in the nude and offering me drinks
as she went along.  As time went by, the photos became more
obscene.  The wine went to my head so quickly.  Before I knew it,
she had strapped a dildo on.  I hardly had time to stop her."
     "But you eventually consented, of course.  She didn't rape
you, did she?"
     Danielle sniffled.  "Yes.  I mean, no.  She didn't rape me. 
I, I let her take me."
     "Which of you little openings did she violate?" I asked, my
voice becoming more angered.
     "Oh, please Laurie, I...I..."
     "ANSWER ME!" I shouted.
     "Both," she whispered with her head bent downward.
     "Your ass and your pussy?  With the dildo?" I asked
incredulously. Tiny beads of sweat were beginning to form on her
forehead now.
     "Yes," she half-sobbed.
     I held the ominous-looking leather birch rod in my hands. 
She stared at it fearfully, biting her lower lip.  She knew when
she had chosen the rod that it was one of the more painful forms
of punishment available to her.  The thin, unyielding leather was
one of the crueler devices, yet it was she who had chosen it.
     "Turn around!" I ordered.  The pretty strawberry blonde
turned her back to me as she faced the far wall, staring straight
ahead.  The soft, dark leather of her skirt molded perfectly
around her gorgeous ass.
     "I am going to teach you a little lesson in humility, young
lady. When I'm finished with you, I think you will regret
submitting to Erica today.  First, I am going to give your ass a
good thrashing while you tell me what she did to you.  Take off
your vest, then raise your skirt over your hips."  I watched the
frightened blonde, my lover, who had cheated on me today pull the
vest over her shoulders, then let it fall with a slight thud to
the floor behind her.  Her bare back looked enticingly sexy.  I
thought that I must mark that up also.
     "I'm scared," she said nervously.
     "You should be," I replied.  "Come on, let's get that skirt
up nice and high!"
     Danielle's trembling hands moved to the hem of the leather
skirt. She knew better than to disobey me.  Slowly, she eased the
slithery garment upward, revealing inch by inch her soft, white
legs, now closed tightly together.  The leather was just thin
enough to allow her expose the backside of a pure white pair of
silky undies.  The view from behind was already causing my juices
to flow onto the crotch of my own panties.
     Without saying a word, I leaned forward, reached my hands
under the raised skirt, located the elastic top of her silky
whites, and quickly drew the soft material downward, exposing the
lower crack of Danielle's ass, her split pumpkin.  I whisked the
panties all the way down her legs.  Obediently, she stepped out
of them.  She was naked now, save the skirt which she continued
to hold waist high.
     "Stay like that," I ordered.  "If your skirt falls down when
I am beating you, the whipping will get worse.  Do you
understand?"
     "Yes," she replied with a slight sniffle.
     "Did Erica eat your sweet little pussy before she defiled
you with the dildo?"
     "Y-yes," cried Danielle.  "I was afraid she would hurt me if
I didn't let her do it."  Using her answer as the key to begin
the whipping, I arose from my seat, stood behind the standing
girl, and with a quick flick of the wrist, drove the taut whip
sharply into Danielle's alabaster buttocks.
     "AHHHH!" shouted the pretty blonde, her knees buckling
slightly from the blow.
     "Tell me what she did!"
     I watched the area that I had just struck redden as she
spoke. "She pushed me on the bed and held me with her hands.  I
had no clothes on.  She sat over me, on top of my chest, and
forced my legs apart.  She was already wearing the dildo.  I was
so scared."
     "How long did it take her to eat you?"
     "About 15 minutes.  That's all.  Oh, Laurie, I'm so sorry!"
     "Did you come?"
     There was a long, pregnant pause.  Danielle's face grimaced,
as if in pain (or was she merely bracing herself for my next
stroke?).  "Y- yes, I couldn't help it."
     The next lash was even harder than the first, right across
the juncture where her upper thighs and lower ass met, a very
tender spot indeed.  Danielle screamed out loud and literally
jumped off the floor as the thin leather bit into her.  How she
maintained her hold on up upraised skirt I'll never know.  She
fell several steps forward.  I followed right behind her, holding
the stiff rod with two hands.
     "Bend over some, I want that skin across your ass to be nice
and tight, you little whore!"  Still reaching behind her to keep
her skirt held up over her sweet buns, Danielle bent at the
waist, poking her ass invitingly outward.  Her legs parted even
more as she sought to maintain her balance.  The soft, blonde
hairs of her pussy sprouted from the apex of the "V" created by
her legs.
     "Then what happened?" I asked, staring at my lover's
gorgeous ass.
     "She, she turned around and faced me, her body between my
legs. I could feel the dildo touching me down there, right on my
pussy.  SHe told me not to move, that she would do all the work. 
I felt it going into me."
     With her last words, I drove the leather rod in an upward
direction, slicing it across the fullness of her buttocks.  She
squealed like a stuck pick.  Little droplets of tears fell
silently to the floor.
     "Did she kiss you?"
     "Y-yes," replied Danielle.
     "Where?  On your lips?"
     "Yes," she mumbled.
     THWACK!!! I gave her a short, quick stroke across her
thighs.
     "On your breasts?"
     "Y-yes," she replied in a gasp of pain.
     THWACK!!! Another stroke, on the right side of her naked
buttock.
     "She sucked your nipples?"
     "Please, no more," begged the now sobbing blonde.
     "I'll stop, if you really want, if you feel you've been
punished enough for what you did."  It was her decision whether
or not to go on.
     She thought for a few seconds.  "I haven't been punished
enough," she half-whispered.
     "SAY IT LOUDER!" I commanded.
     "Punish me more, mistress!" she blurted loudly.
     I had a feeling she wanted some more.  "Then answer my
question, Danielle--did she suck your nipples?"
     "Yes, for a long time.  All the while she was taking me with
the dildo."
     I watched her brace herself.  Her body tightened just before
I gave her three quick strokes, in succession, beginning at the
top and working down her now well-striped derriere.  Instead of
crying out, however, she was beginning to moan now between her
elongated gasps for air.  It was sound I knew well.  Her orgasm
would not be far behind.
     "How did she take your ass?"
     "Do I have to tell you?" she cried, rubbing the palms of her
hands over her naked ass, trying to soothe the burning pain.
     "Tell me!  Move your hands away from your ass!"
     She moved her hands to her hips.  Her hips were swaying
gently back and forth.  Her knees were just a bit wobbly.  "She
dragged me to an arm chair.  She made me kneel on it, facing the
back of the chair."
     "Did she grease you up first?" I asked.
     There was a pause again.  "Well, not exactly," she
hesitatingly replied.
     "What do you mean 'Not exactly'?"
     "She, well, you know, she used her mouth to lubricate me."
     "You let her tongue your asshole?" I asked incredulously.
     Danielle gulped.  Her silence was an affirmative answer to
my question.  Without hesitation, I began a long series of at
least 10 or 12 sharp strokes all over her ass and thighs.  As she
fell forward from the blows, I followed her, taking aim at the
now criss-crossed ass and wielding whip unmercifully.  At about
the sixth stroke, her moans turned to long "WHOOOOO'S".  It was
the sound I was waiting for, the sign that no matter how hard the
next strokes would be, she had reached fulfillment.  The last six
lashes were only for show, she had finally reached her limit. 
Her body fell in a heap to the floor, shaking spasmodically, as
her orgasm overwhelmed her.
     I watched her half-naked body twitch for several minutes, as
she slowly came down from her high.  I fell back onto the sofa,
exhausted myself.  My panties were completely soaked.  I felt
like taking them off, to air out my pulsating pussy.  I would
wait and let Danielle do it for me.  She arose slowly, almost
painfully.  Her brow was filled with beads of sweat.  Her skirt
fell down beneath the 'V' of her legs. She slinked down next to
me, breasts heaving, and wrapped herself around me.
     "Thank you," she whispered into my ear.
     My arms embraced her naked back, now warm with perspiration. 
"Was I too hard on you?" I asked compassionately.
     "Maybe," she replied.
     "You deserved every bit of it," I said with a smile.
     "I wouldn't let Erica do that to me, you fool.  I love you
too much."
     "What?" I gasped.
     "I made it up.  I wanted to see what you would do if I ever
did let her do something like that."
     "Why you little stinker!  And what lesson did you learn?"
     Danielle laughed.  "Mmmm.  I learned that it she ever does
do that to me, that I better tell you, so you can beat the shit
out of me again. Just like you just did.  Oh, did that ever feel
good!"
     She had fabricated the story, just to arouse my anger, to
test my level of jealousy.  We fell along the sofa, side by side,
still embracing.   I felt Danielle's knee insinuating between my
legs, pushing my skirt up in the process.  I opened up slightly
to accommodate her. As her upper knee pressed into my cum-soaked
panty crotch, I squeezed my own legs against her invading leg,
trapping it in place.  I pressed my groin into the hardness
between my legs.
     Entwined together, embracing each other, our kiss was long
and passionate, filled with wetness.  Tongue to tongue, we kissed
for an eternity.  Danielle pushed her knee harder into my sex,
pressing against my engorged clitoris.  Locating a naked breast,
I squeezed her melon gently, flicking my thumb over her turgid
nipple.  She moaned softly into my mouth, a deep, throaty moan.
     "It's not fair," I said, breaking the kiss.
     "What?" she asked.
     "That all your tensions are relieved, and mine aren't."  I
smiled.
     "I suppose I could take care of that," she whispered, gently
insinuating her right hand between her knee and my throbbing
crotch. Quickly, she located my clit beneath the thin material
with her middle finger and stroked it back and forth.
     "Oh!  That feels so good, Danielle!" I gasped, opening my
legs even wider to accommodate her.
     "You're all wet down here!" she exclaimed.
     "See what you do to me!"
     "What would you like me to do to you?"
     I looked into her deep blue eyes, far into her subconscious. 
Our eyes met for an eternity.  She licked her upper lip with the
very tip of her tongue.  I wanted her more than ever.  "Just what
I did to you," I whispered sexily, not taking my eyes from hers,
"only more."
     Danielle smiled broadly.  "I don't know if you could take
it," she said.
     "I can take anything you can dish out.  I want you to work
me over like never before, from head to toe.  Front and back. 
Everywhere."
     "Everywhere?" she exclaimed.
     "Yes," I replied.  "Will you do it for me, please?"
     "I'm afraid of hurting you, Laurie."
     "I want you to hurt me, Danielle.  Don't you understand?  I
need something only you can give me.  I trust you.  But you must
promise me something."
     "What is it?" she asked.
     "That you won't hold back.  Even when I'm screaming for
mercy. That you won't finish my body is tingling all over, and I
mean 'All over'".
     "What do you want me to use on you?"
     "Whatever you think is appropriate for the part of the body
you're pulverizing.  It's your choice.  The paddle, the pussy
whip, the birch rod, the cat-o-nine tails, the zinger--anything
your heart desires. Just make it feel good, love."  I was so hot,
I could taste the lashes already.  "Go get all the whips."
     Danielle pushed herself away from me.  While I remain prone
on the sofa, she slipped into the bedroom and soon returned with
an armful of pain.  I had purposely not adjusted my position. 
With my skirt three- fourths of the way up my thighs, my lover
had an unobstructed view of the entire length of my panty-covered
crotch.  Her eyes zeroed in on me there as she moved closer to
me.  She dropped the whips on a chair, then stood over me, still
staring between my spread legs.
     "You are wanton," she said, gulping slightly.
     I didn't reply.
     I knew she wanted to dive between my legs and suck me off. 
Later. Her leather vest was opened completely, exposing her
beautiful breasts. Her chest heaved.  Her hands were on her hips,
over the supple leather skirt.  Her eyes were full of fire.  "Get
up," she commanded.
     I arose, moving my legs slowly enough to permit her a long,
wide- eyed view of my now steaming sex.  She turned to the right
and moved closer to me.  Her eyes surveyed my fully clothed body. 
"Do you want to be tied up?" she asked.
     "No," I softly replied, acting as complacent as possible.
     "Are you sure?  You're really going to be jumping around
after I get started on you."
     "I'm sure," I said.  I wanted the effect to be felt more
fully this way.
     "Remove your clothes, please," she said nonchalantly.
     "Everything?" I asked.
     "I want to see nothing but skin, young lady.  Pure, white
skin. Get on with it!"
     Nervously, my fingers moved to my white cotton blouse and
fumbled with the button between my tits.  I felt Danielle's eyes
on my hands as I continued the downward trek, loosening each
button, opening more of myself up to her with each one.  Pulling
the shirt tails from beneath the waistband of my skirt, I undid
the final two buttons.  I looked at her face as I pulled the
material apart.  Her eyes were fixed on my chest, now clad in
only a thin, white, lacey bra which hid little of my swollen
breasts.
     I liked the feeling of being made to undress in front of
her.  It heightened my excitement.  My fingers moved to the belt
buckle at my waist, quickly releasing joining halves.  The button
and zipper at the side of dark blue skirt were next.  The sound
of the zipper being lowered broke the pregnant, sexy silence in
the room.  With just a slight push downward, the skirt fell in a
heap around my feet.  I stepped out of the material, clad only in
my bra and panties.
     I held my left hand in front of the 'V' of my crotch, while
my right forearm crossed in front of my breasts.  Feigning
shyness, I looked at my lover, soon to be my tormentor.  "Can I
leave my bra and panties on?  I don't like to be naked in front
of someone."
     Danielle gritted her teeth, playing my silly game to the
hilt. Reaching behind her, she picked up the ominous-looking
cat-o-nine tails. "Take them off or I'll use this monster between
your legs!"
     She play-acted so perfectly.  I really felt like a victim of
some cruel-hearted mistress.  Looking away from her in shame, my
degradation continued as I moved my hands behind my back and
undid the bra strap there.  Immediately, I felt my breasts fall
free as I leaned forward and let the bra slide down my arms.  I
watched it fall to the floor, like a rose petal.  Straightening
up, my forearm moved in front of my naked breasts, over my now
turgid nipples.
     "Move your arm away from your tits!" she commanded.  I did,
exposing my bare chest to the world in front of me.  My huge
melons swayed slightly like globs of jelly.  I felt her eyes on
them.
     "Your panties," she said, leaving the verb out of her
sentence.
     Lowering my head in humiliation, I placed my thumbs into the
band of the bikini-styled undies at either side of my hips and
began pushing the material downward.  Watching the path of the
panties with my own eyes, knowing that Danielle's were there too,
I stopped after exposing about an inch of dark brown curls from
my upper pubis.  I looked back at Danielle, head cocked to the
side, mouth opened slightly, a look of "Do I have to?" in my
eyes.
     All she had to do was raise the cat-o-nine tails above her
shoulder.  In a whisk, the panties were off my legs.  In bending,
my mammaries hung down from my chest in their weightiness. 
Kicking the panties to side on the carpet, I stood up straight,
hands at my side, completely naked.
     "Make your nipples more hard," she ordered.
     Face reddening, but with unquestioned obedience, I moved a
thumb and index finger of each hand to the red nubbins and began
squeezing them, moving the nipples back and forth between my
fingers, exciting the nerve endings surrounding them.  Soon, they
became hard, pebble like, swollen.  Danielle's eyes bulged as she
watched me perform my manipulations.
     "If you can't squeeze them any harder than that, I can!" she
exclaimed, moving behind me now and brushing my hands away from
my breasts.  "Don't move!" she said, reaching around in front of
me and replacing my fingers with hers.
     "OH!  THAT HURTS!" I whimpered as Danielle squeezed each
rock-hard nipple between her fingers.  It really did hurt, but it
felt good.  I liked to be treated like this.  My arousal was
reaching unbelievable heights.
     "Quiet!" she hissed between her teeth, using her mock anger
to squeeze me all the more hard.  I grimaced in pain, cocking my
head back. I felt her breath on my neck.  Her leather vest
pressed into my back. I wanted her naked, too, so I could feel
her skin against mine.
     She must have squeezed the sensitive nubbins for a full five
minutes, unrelenting in her movements, continually applying
pressure to my aching nipples.  My breathing became heavier with
each passing moment.
     "Why are you so wanton?" she whispered into my ear.
     I didn't answer her.  My groans filled the room.  Still, she
kept the pressure on me, pulling the sensitive protuberances away
from my melons, stretching the skin of the surrounding areolas.
Finally, when she stopped, releasing the nipples like hot pieces
of coal, the whole front of both of my tits tingled with a eerie
warmth.  Yes, I am wanton, Danielle.  So very, very wanton.
     "Stay still," she said insistently, wrapping her right arm
around my waist and grasping me tightly.  She placed her left
hand between my shoulder blades, pushing forward.  "Bend over a
little," she ordered, using her hand to urge me in that
direction.  My nipples were still sore.  Were my breasts in for
some more torture?
     "What are you going to do?" I asked nervously, my body now
bent slightly at the waist.
     "Shush!" she said, taking her hand from my naked back.
     At first it surprised me, the feeling of something pressing
into the lower crack of my ass, insinuating itself just outside
my anus. Soon, I realized it was Danielle's thumb.  I gasped out
loud.
     "Not there!" I cried.
     "Yes, there.' she snarled, pressing the full of her thumb
against my rubbery nether hole.  "And if you move away, I'll
blister this sweet little ass of yours with a rubber hose."
     Her finger, wedged in the cheeks of my ass, turned a slow
circle around my crinkly rosebud.  With each circular movement,
she pressed harder into the circle.
     "You don't have any lubrication on your finger," I said
beseechingly.
     "With an asshole as big as yours, I don't need lubrication. 
If you just relax and let it happen, it won't hurt.  I'm not
going to stop until I'm inside you, if it takes all night.  Let
it happen, Laurie. Relax."
     I did as she wanted, concentrating on letting my sphincter
slacken as she pressed inward.  I couldn't let on, but the
sensation was exquisite.  I would have let her drive a truck into
me there, so much did I enjoy having my backside violated.  Soon,
I felt the tip of her thumb break through the yielding door to my
rectal area and glide into me.
     "AHH!" I gasped, feigning pain but feeling nothing but
pleasure. The digit entered me completely, pressing against the
walls of my rectum, exciting the soft, warm tissues inside.  I
encircled the invading finger with my sphincter muscle, cradling
it within me.  As I squeezed my anal muscle tightly, Danielle
began to piston it back and forth.  I wanted to cry out with
happiness, so beautiful was the feeling inside me there.
     "OH!  That hurts!" I lied.  "Please stop!"
     "When I'm done," she husked.  "Stay still!"
     For the next ten minutes, Danielle violated my asshole with
her thumb, unrelentingly driving it in and out of me, all the
while holding me tightly around the waist to prevent me from
falling forward.  She knew I loved to have things shoved deep
into my ass--anything--clothes pins, cucumbers, broom handles,
fingers, toes, tongues, anything that would fit inside my tight
little hole I gladly accepted in wanton pleasure.  Just as I was
on the brink, within an eyelash of the delicious orgasm I needed
so badly, she pulled out.  Just like that it was gone from me.  I
felt empty inside.
     "I think you're ready for your whipping now.  Look at the
insides of your thighs.  They're wet with your juices.  You're
flowing like a stream, honey.  Shame on you.  You'll pay more
dearly because you like to be humiliated so much."  She reached
inside my slightly spread legs and wiped some of the cum with the
palm of her hand.  I hadn't realized I was secreting so much
vaginal fluids.
     Danielle released her hold around my waist.  I straightened
up, arms at my sides.  She made me turn, to face her.  Beads of
sweat formed on my brow.  She looked so cruel.  "What will it be
first, young lady, your ass, your legs, your breasts, your
back....where do you want to feel the sting of the whip upon your
body?"
     My chest heaved, the breasts hanging weighty in their
fullness. My nipples were more like thumb-tips, hard and
engorged.  Although my head was lowered in submissiveness, I felt
Danielle's eyes on the melons.  "You won't whip me too hard?"  I
choked on my words.
     "Hard enough," she replied.  "Oh, it's so hard to decide
where to start.  Cup your breasts!  Hold them up for me!"
     My face reddening, I brought the palms of my hands beneath
the hanging gourds and lifted each of them up.  Even I couldn't
believe how heavy and swollen they felt.  I knew how much
Danielle loved them, and how much I loved to have her caress them
for me.  I've come more than once just by her sucking at length
on my nipples.
     "Yes," she whispered.  "They are beautiful, Laurie.  What a
shame to have to hurt them."
     "They're very sensitive," I whined.  "Perhaps you should
concentrate on my buttocks."
     Danielle laughed out loud.  "And maybe I should just use a
feather on you!  Who are you kidding?  Look at me, Laurie!"  She
put two fingers under my chin and forced my head up.  Her eyes
were filled with fire.
     "You are not here for some fun and relaxation.  You need a
good beating, and that's what I'm going to do.  Don't place any
restrictions on how I do it.  You'll take whatever I dish out,
and then beg for more if I want you to.  In fact, you can start
begging right now!  Kneel down!"
     Still cupping my breasts, I knelt in front of her,
obediently, my eyes on the floor beneath my knees.  Looking down
at my nakedness, I saw my own curly, dark brown pubic bush which
seemed so full at the juncture where my legs met in an inverted
'V'.
     "Tell me you want me to whip you!" she commanded.
     I raised my head slightly, my mouth half opened.  "I, I want
you to whip me," I said, my voice hardly above a whisper.
     "I can't hear you, Laurie."
     "I want you...I want you to whip me," I blurted.
     "That's much better.  And how hard does the young lady want
me to whip her?"
     "I, I...."
     "Come on, I haven't got all night!"
     "Very hard," I said with a big gulp.
     "Hold your tits higher--they're sagging too much!"  Danielle
then walked in a complete circle around me, surveying the
territory she was about to inflict pain upon, studying me
carefully.  As she came around to my right side she turned and
bent over the chair on which she had thrown all the whips.  Out
of the corner of my eye I watched her sift through the field of
leather monsters.  I wondered which she would chose first.  My
heart was pounding inside my chest.
     Finally she turned, holding a pussy whip, an extremely
painful, black-handled device with one single, eight-inch strand,
at the end of which was a knurled button, perhaps a quarter inch
in diameter.  The one piece thong was bad enough--but its knurled
end was a real pain inducer. Wielded properly, it could invoke
sharp, biting stings that would send jolts of anguish quickly
into the targeted area.  It's primary use, for those brave enough
to take it, and from whence it gets its name, is on the female
genitalia, where the clitoris, pussy lips and vaginal entrance
are extremely vulnerable to the knurled knob.  Danielle had used
it on me there before, just hard enough to give me a few good
jolts, and I often reciprocated.  The minute I saw the device, my
loins began to tingle.
     My eyes followed her as she turned, moved in front of me,
then sat on the sofa, facing me.  She held the whip in her right
hand, its strand hanging limply between her slightly parted legs. 
She looked into my puppy-dog eyes, searching for my fear and
finding it deep inside me. I showed it to her with a tiny gulp. 
The corners of her mouth moved into a half-smile.
     "This one can really hurt," she said, referring to the pussy
whip she was holding.  "I think it's an excellent one to begin
our little session with, don't you?"
     I didn't answer her.
     She smiled slightly once more, the softness of her face
belying the thoughts in her mind.  "A pussy whip," she continued,
"doesn't it look terrifying, Laurie.  I've never really used it
hard on you, have I?"
     I shook my head in agreement, not taking my eyes from hers.
     "It isn't only for pussies, though, it can be devastating on
other parts of the body as well.  Like, well like your breasts,
for instance." A chill went through my body as she flicked her
wrist slightly, the thin leather thong turning a few quick
circles at the end of the wooden handle.  Her eyes went straight
to my still cupped tits.  "Mm, yes. That would hurt a bit,
wouldn't it?" she asked rhetorically.
     "My breasts are very sensitive," I whimpered.
     "I know.  That's why I thought of this little zinger.  Gosh,
I wonder what the tip of this thing would feel like if it caught
a nipple or something!"  She was teasing me now, and I loved it. 
We had complete trust in each other, or we would never play these
little games.
     "Tell me, Laurie, why are you holding your breasts like
that?"
     "Uh, because you asked me to."
     "No, silly.  I mean, why would I ask you to?"
     I thought for a moment.  "Well, you wanted me to offer them
to you."
     "Of course.  So they are mine now?"
     I lowered my head once more.  "My whole body is yours,
mistress," I whispered.
     "To do with as I please."
     "Yes," I said.
     "Close your eyes, my dear."
     She always made me close my eyes before whipping me.  It
served to heighten my fear, not being able to see when the stroke
would come, or how hard it was being wielded.  The slight
rustling I could hear in front of me told me she had shifted
forward on the sofa, moving closer to me.  In my mind's eye, I
could see the pussy whip being held aloft, above my waiting
breasts.
     "Push your nipples up higher," she commanded.
     "Oh, no, not my nipples!" I thought as I dutifully pointed
the red- circled nubbins in Danielle's direction, wincing my eyes
in anticipation of what was to come.
     "What a beautiful target," she said softly, talking to
herself.
     "I'm so scared," I said, half-whining, expecting the first
stroke to come down upon my sensitive tissues at any time.
     "That helps the atmosphere, darling.  I want you to be
scared.  You still want me to work you over real good, don't
you?"
     "Y-yes," I replied, still keeping my eyes tightly shut, for
the first time thinking to myself that maybe it wasn't as good an
idea as I had originally envisioned.  Danielle was the type who
liked to surprise her victims.
     "Mmm, such a big nipple!" she exclaimed, emphasizing the
word "big".  "When I'm done with you, if it doesn't hurt too much
from the whipping, I'll suck it nice and slow for you."
     "Yes, I would like that," I said, my voice cracking in
nervousness.
     "Mmm, maybe one nice stroke, then one long suck.  On each of
them. Just alternate back and forth.  Would you like that,
Laurie?"
     I tried to swallow, but nothing was there.  My breasts felt
so heavy in my hands, my nipples so exposed and imperiled.  "If
you wish, mistress," I softly replied, ever the faithful
subservient.
     "I won't leave any lasting marks," said Danielle.  "We'll
have just one whole body striped and blotched in pretty shades of
red, from top to bottom.  We don't want to leave any area
ignored, do we?"
     Hardly had the words left her mouth than the whistle of the
pussy whip gliding through the air filled my ears.  Formulating
the answer to her question in my mind, I guess I wasn't quite
prepared for the stroke at that moment.  Taking careful aim, she
drove the full force of the thin leather strand along the upper
portion of my proffered right breast.  The tell-tale crack of
leather into my sensitive flesh was followed in milliseconds by a
searing, burning pain, electric-like in its intensity, throughout
the whole gland.
     "AHHHHHHHH!" I cried, throwing my head back in pain,
contorting my face, gasping for my next few breaths.
     "Dear me," she said softly, "Such a loud scream for just the
first stroke.  Let's try to be a bit more brave, my dear, or this
will be  a long, long night for the both us."
     I was breathing audibly and quickly through my mouth.  My
right tit hurt like hell, but why, deep inside, did I want more? 
"I can take it," I cried.
     "Oh, I know you can, Laurie," she said with a flick of her
wrist, sending a second lash into me, this time on my left
breast, across the top.
     "EEEEEYAAAA!" I shouted, falling slightly forward from the
sharp pain which was unbelievable in its intensity on my delicate
flesh.
     "And we haven't even scorched the nipple yet!  This could be
fun!" she said gleefully.  "Shall I stop, Laurie?"
     I took a long, deep breath through my mouth, letting the air
fill my lungs.  "No," I said, quite bravely, letting the air out
as soon as I had spoken.
     "I hope you won't be sorry," she said, shifting her body
once more on the sofa, bettering her angle.  My eyes were shut as
tightly as possible, as I braced myself for the next lash.  To my
surprise, she went right to work on my defenseless, ultra-
sensitive nipples.  Although she had to have held back something
out of deference to my ability to withstand pain, the next stroke
landed right on the button, the wicked knurled end of the cruel
thong catching my right nipple with its full force.  A thousand
needles jammed into me there could not have hurt so much.
     I let out a long, blood-curdling scream, at the top of my
lungs, as I fell forward onto the rug beneath me, in a heap,
grabbing the poor nipple with my right hand in a vain effort to
douse the flame there. My breaths now came in gasps.  I curled up
into a fetal position.
     "I'm sorry," she said.  "I didn't mean..."
     "Shut up," I interrupted not wanting her to spoil this
fantasy. "I told you I can take it.  I want you to give it to me. 
This is just the beginning."  The searing pain radiated from the
recently stuck nipple throughout my entire breast.  The nubbin
seemed to be throbbing as the delicate nerve endings sent
messages of burning pain to my mind.
     "You surprise me," whispered Danielle.  "I've known you all
this time, but I didn't ever think you were up to this sort of
thing.  I'd have thrown in the towel ten minutes ago."
     I smiled, feeling the pain in my swollen nipple begin to
subside slightly.  "I can't explain it.  It's like there is
something inside me that makes me want you to do that, just like
you did.  Don't be afraid, Danielle.  It hurt like hell, but only
for a moment.  It just sort of tingles now.  It makes me feel
good.  I'll let you know if you go too far.  Just give me a real
good workout, head to toe, and when you're done, I'll give you
the best tongue job you ever had."
     "You do give great head," she said with a broad smile.
     "The best, but I've held the best of the best back for an
occasion just like this," I whispered sexily.
     "You mean the more I hurt you, the better your tongue gets?"
     "You might say that," I replied, the glint in my eyes
exposing the truth of my statement.
     She smiled broadly, knowing that she had a strange power
over me now.  I was practically begging for her to go all out. 
>From this moment on, her innate sense of hurting me too much
seemed to disappear.  I had given her a good reason to really
give it to me, if she wanted to, and I taken away any incentives
to hold back.  The ball was in her court now.
     "You are either exceedingly brave or extremely foolish," she
said. "In either case it's obvious that you think you have a high
tolerance for pain.  We'll see how true that is very shortly. 
Turn around and face the wall."
     Still in a kneeling position, I turned awkwardly on my
knees, my breasts swaying back and forth as I moved.  My entire
backside was now exposed.  I knelt....  Waiting....
     She kept me in that position for several moments, surveying
me. I could almost feel her eyes on my buttocks, an obvious
potential as her next target.  "You have such a gorgeous ass,
Laurie.  What a shame we have to stripe it."
     I gulped, straining to listen for the tell-tale sound of the
tiny whip whistling through the air.  The knurled knob of the
leather thong would hurt tremendously.  I waited longer.  Still
nothing.  What was she doing?  The suspense was killing me. 
Finally, I heard her move.  From behind me, she arose from the
sofa and returned to the chair upon which she had placed all the
whips.  I stopped bracing myself for the pain. The momentary
lapse felt good.  A kind of relief swept over me.  A moment's
reprieve.  "Relax, Laurie," I told myself, "you were the one who
wanted this."
     Bending over once more, Danielle rummaged through the whips
once more before straightening up and turning back in my
direction.  In her hand was a cat-o-nine tails, the strands
hanging ominously down and seeming to jingle silently as she
moved behind me once more.
     The fear returned quickly.  The cat could hurt.  My back and
my buttocks lay bare, uncovered, exposed.  "Raise your arms over
your head and bend forward slightly," she commanded.  I obeyed,
instinctively, my humongous breasts hanging in their fullness.
     "Are you ready?," she asked tantalizingly.
     "Yes," I gulped.
     "Count the strokes," she said, standing behind me, raising
the cat- whip over her right shoulder, taking careful aim, and
bringing the nine strands down upon my bare back, just above my
right shoulder blade.
     "EEEE-YAAAA! ONE!" I cried as each wicked strand found its
own area to sting me, most of them biting across my shoulder and
clavicle.
     "Good girl," she continued, snapping her wrist sharply and
driving the nine leather thongs horizontally across the upper
left side of my back.
     "AHHHHHHH!  TWO!" I shouted out.
     "THWACK!!!"  The loud crack of the wicked whip right between
my shoulder blades sent electrical impulses along the length of
my spinal cord.
     "OHHHH!  THREE!" I cried, followed by a long moan.
     "I want your tongue like never before!" she exclaimed,
taking the whip with two hands and sending it screaming across
the small of my back.
     The moan and scream that followed this last stroke seemed to
come from deep within me.  My back seemed to be on fire.  "FOUR!"
I shouted at the end of my scream, punctuated by heavy breathing.
     "You love this, don't you, you little whore!"  bellowed
Danielle. Before I could answer, the fifth stroke came lashing
across the full of my back like a thief in the night, robbing me
of my dignity.
     "EEEEEEE!  AHHHHHH!" I shrieked.  "FIVE!"  My throat, now
completely dry, making my count more difficult.  My back felt as
if a thousand burning needles had simultaneously penetrated me
there.  Tears streamed down my cheeks in torrents from the pain,
but I wasn't crying out loud.  Why did I want more of this
torment?
     Danielle moved closer to me, then, bending slightly, brought
the fingernails of her left hand to a point just below the nape
of my neck. Gently, soothingly, she began to move the nails in a
slow, circular pattern all over my burning back.  The effect was
tremendously tranquilizing.  "I know it hurts, baby," she
whispered in a comforting voice.
     "Oh, Danielle...." I started to say in a whimper.
     "Shhhh," she interrupted, her voice soft as a glove.  "Soon
it will feel good."
     I closed my eyes, knowing she was right.  When she arose,
the burning feeling across my back had subsided.  I was ready for
more.  "I like how you do it," I said.
     "I know," she replied.  "We all need this sometimes." 
Without warning, her gentle words were followed by another biting
lash, again over my right shoulder blade.  The outer tentacles of
the whip reached all the way around to the front of my clavicle,
the cruel tips digging into me there.  As I screamed out once
more, I wanted to lower my arms and soothe my hurt, but I knew I
couldn't.
     Over the next five minutes, my counting continued, all the
way up to twelve.  Twelve hard, full, biting, stinging, lashing,
burning strokes with the cat-o-nine tails that left me sobbing
and sweating.
     When she was done with my back, she surveyed the damage. 
"Oh, Laurie, your back is one big, red blotch.  You should see
all the whip marks.  It looks beautiful!"
     I said nothing in reply, my breathing too laborious at this
point to even try to talk.  Sweat poured in torrents from my
brow.
     "Put your elbows on the rug," said Danielle.  "I want your
ass up - well up!"
     Quickly, I obeyed.  My breasts now hung between the back of
my arms and the front of my knees.  My nipples scraped the rug. 
It was obvious what was next.
     "You ass surpasses us all," she whispered, then followed her
words with a driving slash of the cat-whip upon my right buttock. 
My position had tightened the skin across my ass, making the
nerves even more vulnerable to pain.  I nearly jumped off the
floor as the crack of the leather into flesh shot into me like
tiny knives.
     "AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" I cried in agonizing pain.
     "Dear me," she said above my sobs.  "Just loud crying from
such a little girl.  We must have caught a few nerve endings,
didn't we." Without waiting for an answer I was too weary to
provide anyway, Danielle drove another lash of the cat
horizontally, across the crack of my ass.  The leather thongs,
all nine of them, found their own little area on my exposed
behind and inflicted not one, but nine separate stings
simultaneously.  The pain this time was so much that I just  made
a long "WHOOOOO" sound.
     "We're getting there, aren't we, Laurie," offered Danielle
as she took very careful aim and lashed the tentacles vertically,
right along the length of the divide of my pumpkin, the ends
finding their cruel way into the crack separating the halves of
my ass.  This time, the pain was unreal!  I fell forward, in a
heap, crying out agonizingly, my hands reflexively seeking my
burning buttocks in a vain effort to douse the fire back there.
     "Move your hands!" shouted Danielle.
     "OH!  It hurts so bad!" I cried.
     "But you want more!" she yelled over my sobs.
     "Yes!  Yes!" I bellowed over my pain.
     "Then pay the price, you whore!  Get back on your knees and
bend all the way over!"
     Slowly, tortuously, I arose from my more safe position on
the floor and pointed my beleaguered buttocks once more in the
air, invitingly. As I started to put my elbows on the floor, she
stopped me.
     "No," she said.  "Reach behind you and spread your cheeks
apart with your fingers.  Show me that cute little rosebud."
     Hesitatingly, I moved my hands to my buttocks.  Using four
fingers from each hand, I pried the split pumpkin apart, exposing
my round, crinkly anus to the cruel night air.  "What are you
going to do?" I asked, an obvious tone of fear in my voice.
     "A final test," she replied.  "To see the real level of your
endurance."  I could feel her eyes on my nether opening.  I had
never felt so exposed in my life.  "Your anus looks so
defenseless."
     "Oh no!" I cried.
     "Oh, yes," she said softly.  "You'll never be a fulfilled
woman tonight unless I do it."
     "What are you going to use on me there?"
     "Oh, we're done with the cat.  It's back to the pussy whip. 
Or should I say, the 'anal whip'."
     My heart sank into my stomach.  Even I had not expected her
to go this far.  The very thought of what was about to happen
sent shivers down my spine.  But there was something in me that
prevented me from stopping her.  I wanted to know what my own
threshold of pain was.  Was there a level beyond which I could
not go?  Wasn't the last stroke enough?
     "Say 'NO' and I won't.  I'll just tongue you there, real
good.  Say 'YES' and I will, and later my tongue will feel a
thousand times better," she said.
     My mind raced.  Was I insane?  Here I was, exposing my most
private of body parts to my lover.  Oh, I had done it before. 
Many times.  But never like this, and never with the thought that
excruciating pain would result.  Would her insatiable tongue feel
better before or after the pain?  The decision was mine.  "Yes,"
I whispered, holding my breath as I the word escaped my mouth. 
What a price to pay for my tenacity!
     "Good," she said softly, "then I'll double the treat.  Once
before I do it and once after."  Danielle slinked to a sitting
position on the floor behind me, her legs to either side of mine,
her face even with my upraised ass.  In the process, her skirt
slid so far up her legs, she might as well not have been wearing
one.  Not one to lose the advantage of such a position, I parted
my legs just a bit more by moving my knees apart a few more
inches.  The effect was perfect--with my head almost touching the
floor I had unobstructed vision between my own legs as I looked
behind me.  It was no surprise to me, then, that I had an
excellent view of the entire length of the pure white, silky
crotch of Danielle's panties.
     Had she opened her legs for me purposely?  Did she even know
what a beautiful view I had?  Wide-eyed, I surveyed the gaping
crotch, reveling in the sight of the few golden pubic curls which
peaked out from both sides of the reinforced band of white,
behind which lay her gorgeous honey-dewed pussy.  She inched even
closer to me, spreading herself more in the process.  The panty
crotch was stretched so tightly I thought it would snap.
     At first, I felt her hands running over my still smarting
ass, soothing what little pain remained, running her fingertips
from time to time inside the dividing crack, but avoiding my anal
region like the plague, knowing that the closer she got to it,
the more excited I became.  My hands were still spreading my
lower ass cheeks apart; she pushed them away, losing her close-up
view of my puckered anus in the process, but giving her an
opportunity to survey the entire area of each side of my split
pumpkin with her roving fingers.
     Looking right into the epicenter of her panty crotch, I
could see Danielle was soaking wet.  Taking a deep breath, I even
smelled her womanly odor.  The pungent fragrance filled my
nostrils and turned me on even more.
     "Do you like it when I suck your asshole?" asked Danielle,
moving her fingertips at least to either side of the lower crack
of my ass, but not separating the halves yet, just teasing me.
     The vulgarity of her statement didn't annoy me; I loved it
when she talked dirty to me.  "Yes," I replied, trying to swallow
upward.
     "I love your little asshole so much," she whispered, finally
opening me up there with her prying fingers, exposing the crinkly
rosebud once more.  "Mmmm," she hummed, "it's so cute and tiny! 
I'll never figure out how we can get some of the things we do
into that little hole!"  She laughed.  Had I been standing, I
would have been blushing profusely.  My position, fortunately,
had already reddened my face, though Danielle was unable to see
it anyway from her vantage point.
     "I love it when you put your tongue in my ass," I whispered
sexily, still staring into my lover's panty-covered crotch.  "You
do it so well."
     She pried me apart even further, concentrating with the tips
of her thumbs now on each side of my anal button, forcing open
the nether portal, giving her a wide open target for her
brilliant tongue.  "I can almost see inside you," she said in a
matter-of-fact way, peering right into the opened walls.  I felt
like I was under a microscope.
     Danielle brought her nose to my spread crack, almost
brushing against my gaping anus.  "Mmm, you smell so fresh," she
whispered, taking in the aroma of me there.
     "I just took a bath a few hours ago.  I always wash real
good there."
     "Do you finger yourself there when you wash it?" she asked
with a broad smile.
     "You know I do," I laughed.  It was my first true laugh in
quite a while.
     She moved closer yet, her lips just brushing my still spread
anus. "AHHH!" I moaned in anticipation of what was to come.
     "Tell me to tongue it," she whispered, her words beating
like drums on my rosebud.
     "Tongue it, you tease," I begged.  I could feel her every
breath on me there.
     Pursing her lips slightly, she kissed it instead.  The
effect was just as electric.  Her lips felt so soft against my
super-sensitive anal tissues!  I closed my eyes and, taking a
long deep breath, drew the memory of this occasion into my mind
where it would remain indelibly etched forever.
     "So nice and soft," she whispered into my anus, her breath
snaking inside me.  The feeling inside me was unbelievably hot. 
I was turned on now like I had never been before.  When she
pressed her lips hard against my the opened petals of my rosebud,
I screamed out in pure pleasure and pressed myself back into her,
wishing I could force her soft lips deep into me.
     The tip of her tongue, when it snaked out of her mouth,
touched the edge of my anus like an electric shock.  I moaned
more loudly than I can ever recall, so exquisitely beautiful was
the feeling.  Rising to the occasion, Danielle's tongue circled
my asshole very slowly, wetting it in the process with her warm
saliva.
     "Oh, shit, that's nice!" I sighed.
     "It gets better," she said into my opened hole, then drove
her full tongue into me like a piercing knife.  My scream of
ecstacy filled the room.  There was no stopping her now.  She
drove her tongue in and out of my asshole in a fast, pistoning
pace, stopping only from time to time to lave the entire outer
anal area with long, wet, warm, and wonderful strokes of her
fabulous tongue.  I had never known her to be this wild.
     Each thrust of her indefatigable tongue into my rectum drew
another sound of ecstacy from my mouth.  My "Ohhh'S!" and
"Ahhhh's!" and moans and groans filled the room.  If I moved my
ass to the right, her lips followed it.  She went on and on for
at least ten minutes, like a crazed woman.  I know I came half a
dozen times in those beautiful moments, little tiny "cums" that
only serve as the harbinger of one tremendous orgasm.  I didn't
think she would ever stop, nor did I want her to. This was too
lovely, too exquisite, too intense, too passionate a moment to
ever cease.
     My moans were now becoming more and more prolonged.  My
breaths came in short, quick gasps.  This was what sex is all
about.  This is the way it should be, two people enjoying each
other in the way they want.  "OH! Danielle!  Do it now baby!  DO
IT NOW!"
     Danielle knew exactly what I meant.  The coup de tat.  The
final showdown.  The one thing that would bring me over the edge. 
Withdrawing her driving tongue from my asshole, she held the tip
of it right on the edge of my anus, and then played it like
fingers on a banjo--back and forth, back and forth, back and
forth--in a gorgeously erotic show that sent bolts of electricity
into my loins.
     "YES!  YES!" I screamed. "DO IT!  DO IT!  DO IT!" 
Danielle's tongue played the mandolin.  My head began to swirl. 
My body shook spasmodically.  The climax began to well from deep
within me, then came rushing like a speeding freight train. 
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!  AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!  I'm coming.  Oh yes, I'm
coming Danielle!  OH, YES!  OH, YES!  YESSSSSSSSSSSSS!"  I
climaxed in a heap on the floor as Danielle fell atop me.  Wave
after wave of fulfillment engulfed my body for the better part of
a minute.  I wanted the feeling to go on forever.  Even as I came
down, the tingling sensations remained.  It was the best climax I
had ever known, bar none.
     I lay on the floor, exhausted, unmoving.  Danielle's cheek
was across my naked hip, her arms over my ribs.  We stayed like
that for a long, long time as I drank from the cup of ecstacy. 
Finally, I spoke. "Oh, Danielle, that was the best ever.  The
best!"
     She kissed my hip softly.  "I'm glad you liked it," she
whispered.
     "It's never happened that way before.  So intense!"  I took
in a deep breath.  "I mean, like shooting stars and all! 
Fantastic, Danielle, just fantastic!"  My words were coming fast. 
I was having trouble explaining how great it was.
     "Why don't you just shut up, silly," laughed Danielle. 
"You're going to make me jealous."
     I smiled.  "You'll get your turn, baby.  Oh, am I ever going
to do you good!  There's a little incentive to outdo you now."
     "That's if there's enough energy left in you to do it," she
said. "The real damage is about to come.  Maybe you won't be in
any condition to do me."
     I had almost forgotten about what Danielle was going to do
to me. There was the matter of the painful pussy whip that she
was going to use on my now much-beleaguered anus.  "Maybe you
want me to do you first?" I asked.
     She smiled.  "Laurie, you are not going to get out of it
that easily.  My pussy is so hot you could fry an egg on it, or
maybe in it," she laughed, "but I'm going to finish what I
started, even if it means waiting another day for you to keep
your promise.  Get back in your kneeling position with that ass
up nice and high and open yourself up for me one more time!"
     Danielle lifted herself from me, moving to a seated position
on the sofa.  Her skirt was more than half-way up her thighs.  I
could see her panties again.  My body felt tired, but I was able
to kneel once more, turning my backside to her as I took one last
glance up her skirt.  My anus was still wet from her tongue, the
cool air felt good on it. Dutifully, I leaned forward all the
way, my head touching the floor. My buttocks pointed straight up
toward the ceiling.  Reaching behind me once more with my
fingers, I pried my split pumpkin apart, exposing my soon-to-be
punished rosehole.
     "Mm, I like that," said Danielle in a husky voice.  I
gulped.  "Are you nervous, Laurie?"
     "A little," I answered.
     "I want you to be nervous a lot, baby-doll.  This is really
going to hurt.  I wouldn't want to be in your place."
     "I'm a big girl," I said bravely.  "Just get it over with."
     "Not so fast, my dear.  I want you to remember this moment
for a long time.  First of all, it's not spread far enough to
suit me.  Open up more!"
     I worked my fingers deeper into my anal region, to either
side of the tiny nubbin, and gave her a sight she would never
forget.  I really spread it out for her!  Nothing was left to her
imagination--just an asshole spread as far as it could go. 
Plenty of super-sensitive target area for the pussy whip, or
should I say anal whip.
     Danielle leaned forward.  I could feel her eyes on my spread
rosehole.  She touched the opened aperture with her index finger,
having wet in her mouth beforehand.  I gasped.  The finger
entered the wide open portal without resistance.  I gasped
louder.
     "So nice and tight," she said softly, pushing the invading
finger further into me.  I grunted.
     "Let's go for two," she said, sliding her middle finger
alongside her index finger.  It, too, entered me quite easily.  I
moaned, then hissed.  I wanted her arm inside my ass, and she
knew it.
     "That hurts!" I lied, hoping to goad her on.
     "I know how much you hate it," she said sarcastically. 
"This should help, too."  And with that, a third finger plunged
inside me. I felt filled, but wanted more.
     "AHH!  Work your fingers in and out," I begged.
     "I thought it hurts," she said with a slight laugh, obeying
my request.
     "It hurts so good!" I yelled.  "Oh, Danielle, don't stop! 
Don't stop!"  Keeping my asshole spread with my own fingers,
easing the way for my lover, I worked the split halves of my
pumpkin back toward her plunging fingers, imploring her with my
body to continue her rape of my anal canal.
     "You are wanton!" she cried, working all three fingers all
the way in until they could go no more, then played a symphony
with her fingertips against the walls of my rectum.  I felt like
I was going to come again, but couldn't.  My brow tightly
furrowed, my face contorted, I let her play with me like that for
almost ten minutes.  A few times she gave my ass a good hard slap
with the palm of her free left hand. The pain was good.  Yes, I
was wanton.  So very, very wanton.
     Finally she withdrew her fingers.  "O.K., I'm ready.  Are
you?"
     My breaths were coming in quick, short gasps.  "Yes, do it!"
     "Beg me!"
     Was she kidding?  Beg her to whip my asshole?  "Please,
Danielle, whip me there."  I pulled my anus as far apart as I
could, then braced myself for the pain.
     "Whip you where?  Where do you want me to whip you, slut?"
     "My anus.  Right on my anus.  Oh, please Danielle, get it
over with!"
     I didn't even hear the slapping sound that the knurled knob
of the pussy whip made against my ultra-sensitive rosebud.  I
just felt one short, quick lightning bolt strike me right in the
center of my open and exposed asshole.  The pain was like nothing
I have ever felt before or hope to feel again.  I fell to the
floor like a deer shot with an arrow, crying out the most
agonizing, ear-piercing scream either of us had ever heard.  If a
sharp needle had just been shoved into me there, it couldn't have
hurt worse.
     The racking, agonizing pain seemed to flow away from my anus
in ever widening circles, like a stone on a pond, sending one
electric shock after another from my loins upward through my
spinal column, reaching my brain with a message that this was the
ultimate of pain, there could be no worse.  The scream must have
lasted a full minute, and not once during that minute did the
pain subside one iota.
     Reflexively, Danielle moved down on the floor beside me
quickly, putting her arms around me, trying to soothe the
unbelievable pain away. "Oh, baby, baby, I'm sorry I hurt you so
bad," she said, her voice filled with sincerity, as she rubbed my
bare shoulders with the palms of her hands.  The stinging pain
went on.....and on....and on.....
     I had asked for the most acute pain she could give me.  I
had even begged for it.  And having received it, I thought I was
crazy.  I would rather have had a red-hot poker shoved up there
than what Danielle did to me, but I would never tell her.
     I must have lay there for a full ten minutes, waiting for
the ache in my anus to begin to wane.  All the while, Danielle
soothed me, sometimes kissing my shoulders, stroking my hair,
blowing warm air ever so gently on my face, anything to help me
through my suffering. Eventually, the pain began to subside,
little by little.  I turned very gingerly on my side, toward
Danielle, ever aware of the dull throb in my anal region. 
Shifting slightly, she drew her still clothed body next to my
naked one, belly to belly.  Her body felt tepid; mine was a mass
of sweat, especially my back.
     Danielle brushed some hair from my brow with her fingertips,
then wiped a small tear from beneath my eye.  Her warm smile
spoke a thousand words of sympathy for my pain.  I returned the
smile, then slowly brought my lips to hers.  Her kiss in return
was more soothing than passionate, punctuated by the gentle
stroking of her fingertips at the nape of my neck.  To let her
know how much I still needed her, I pressed my naked pubis
against the cool leather of her skirt.  She reciprocated while
she quietly insinuated the tip of her tongue into my eager mouth.
     Not once, since that night, have we ever spoken about what
she did to me with that pussy whip.  Although we have had dozens,
perhaps hundreds, of other sessions where we became involved in
all kinds of S&M activities, even some rather bizarre endeavors
in that arena, neither of us ever mentioned what happened. 
Although the pain was the most excruciating I had ever known, and
although I had difficulty sitting down for days afterward, I
never regretted having gone through what I did.  In deference to
the pain Danielle knew I was feeling, she did not perform any
anal sexual activities on me for more than a week after that
night.
     When Danielle finally felt I was ready for anal play, at
first her kisses there were soft and gentle.  She put nothing
inside my nether portal until she knew I had completely
recovered, and even then, with a new beginning, took me with only
one finger or small object at a time. She was smart, easing me
back, increasing the size of what she put in my delicate rosebud
over many days.  Since there were so many other things we did to
each other, I didn't miss anal sex, though when it began again it
seemed so much better than before.  Perhaps the pussy whip's
ultra-painful sting had made me even more aware of my sexuality
there.  Whatever it was, it certainly appeared to be the
precipitous factor in one other night I will never forget--the
night of the glass tubes.