Mounting Courtney


The thing is see, I'm into the kinky stuff.  I like doing things to 
girls, you know, like handcuffing them, tying them up, and especially 
spanking them.  Yeah, I really get off on that sort of thing.  Of 
course, don't get me wrong, I mean, I like fucking them too.  And I 
really dig a good blow job.  But it's just that it's more fun if you 
play some games first.  I found that out when I first went camping with 
my old girlfriend, Lisa. It was the first time I ever staked a girl out 
on the grass, tying her arms and legs to tent pegs. Once I had Lisa all 
stretched out, completely naked and spread-eagled on her back, then I 
kissed and licked all over body, and then I fucked her.  That was a lot 
of fun.  


I've got this workshop in the basement see, and I make all kinds of 
things to use on girls.  I'd read about something in some book, or see 
some picture on the web, and I'd just go and build the thing. It's easy 
for me.  I've always been pretty good with my hands.


My first project was a standing "X" frame -- two planks crossed 
together that tilted back and was braced solid, so that you could back 
a girl up against it and tie her to the frame with her hands held up in 
the air and feet spread apart.  Later I made a pair of standing stocks, 
and even a Y-shaped table that a girl could be tied to with her legs 
spread out real nice. The two extensions on the table are hinged and 
swing outward so you could widen the space between them. Since her 
ankles are tied to the ends, you can spread a girl's legs open even 
more if you want to. Then you can get right up in there and fuck her 
standing between her legs, or maybe just lick her cunt for a while, as 
long as you want, or you can use the dildo on her to make her come, and 
then just go on and on, fucking her with it and there's not a damn 
thing she can do about it.  Playing at the Y was lots of fun.  


Yeah, I made all kinds of things.  But I didn't have a lot of luck 
getting girls to try them out.  I mean, living out in the country and 
all, I don't get many girls to come out this way in the first place.  


Then I began trying the chatrooms, especially the BDSM ones for 
Chicago.  Once I knew some chick was interested I'd arrange to meet her 
in some bar.  After I got a few drinks into her, I sometimes could get 
her out to my place.  But you were never home free.  I was still likely 
that, once she got out to that lonely old farmhouse, and took one look 
at the things I kept in the basement, it would be: "no way!" and "let 
me outa here!" Next thing you know she'd be heading for the car.


If I was really lucky I might be able to talk one or two into at least 
trying something out.  Some never really got into it. But every once in 
while there would be a girl who really dug it all, I mean, being tied 
down and all, would really turn the chick on.  A girl like Courtney.


Now you might think that I'm some sort of pervert, a sadist, just 
because I like spanking girls.  I dunno about that.  But I'm pretty 
sure that Courtney was a masochist.  Oh, I know what you're thinking.  
There are plenty of chicks who might take a shot at that sort of thing, 
even kind get off on it, really get into the kinky stuff, but that 
doesn't make them masochists. But believe me, Courtney really was one.


Shove a vibrator up her cunt, all the way up, till just the end's 
sticking out, then tie her legs together so she's squeezing on it and 
it can't slip out no matter what she does.  Next, handcuff the bitch 
with wrists behind her; turn on that little buzzing toy and leave her 
squirming and wiggling on the bed while you go downstairs and watch a 
little TV.  Soon you'll hear her moaning like crazy and then she'll 
start to come, and she'll come, again and again, yelping like a little 
girl, while she flops around on that mattress having a helluva good 
time while that vibrator just keeps purring away inside her.  


One time I tied Courtney over a gym horses I made and paddled her 
little bouncy butt till I had it all nice and red, and all the while 
she was shrieking and kicking up her heels and hollering.  And when I 
stopped, she was crying, and yet, godamned, if she didn't beg for more.  
And so I really lit into her, whacking her cute ass of hers till my arm 
got tired, and whenever I stopped she'd be making this moaning sound.  
Like a bitch in heat.   All I had to do was shove a finger or two up 
her sopping wet cunt, and she'd come, hard, grinding down and twisting 
on my hand to get herself off.  I never seen nothing like it!


That gym horse came in mighty handy, and I used it a lot with Courtney.  
When I had her tied over it, I could use anything I wanted on her ass, 
and I tried out all kinds of things.  Of course, she couldn't see 
behind her, and so she never knew exactly what was in store for her.  
She'd expect to be paddled, cause that's normally what I used -- a 
short-handled one with a round flat blade, from a ping-pong set.  I got 
a kick out of watching her cheeks bounce back and wobble when that baby 
flattened 'em out with a solid splat.  But this one time I switched to 
something I had read about and just had to try out the next time I had 
Courtney in this position -- a wire coathanger.  


I had already used the paddle just to warm her up a bit, spanking her 
all over her butt, but not hard.  And then I stopped and waited, giving 
her a chance to catch her breath.  Her butt was nicely warm and all 
pink.  Then I crept up behind her, real quiet like, with the hanger in 
my hand. It made a swoosh thru the air as I laid one single cut 
straight across Courtney's rounded little cheeks with a hard whap, and 
she shrieked to high heaven and jerked up like a shot.  And as I 
watched a dark red stripe form across her pretty throbbing ass she 
whimpered...and then the bitch begged me to fuck her!


The girl could take anything I could dish out to her, and still come 
back begging for more.  I would whip her ass with that hanger, or 
sometimes I use a yardstick, or this little whip I bought, just lot of 
leather laces coming out of a short thick handle.  I didn't look like 
much, but I tried it out on slapping the palm of my hand, and I knew 
those thin laces could really sting.    It sure stung Courtney's 
gyrating ass.  She couldn't keep it still, shaking it and wiggling.  In 
no time I had her hollering and hopping from one foot to the other, 
cursing out a blue streak, but she never asked me to stop, not once.   


After I beat her ass, she'd be all hot and bothered.  The minute I 
untied her, the bitch'd go berserk.  She was a wild woman; all over me, 
kissing me everywhere, grabbing at me, and tearing at my clothes, all 
the while making a beeline straight for my cock. That chick was hot, 
man; a fuckin' nympho, totally out of control. 


The sex was awesome!  And later, after we fucked, we'd be lying in bed, 
and she'd kinda snuggle up to me, and kiss me, and maybe lick around my 
ear, and then she'd say, in this low breathy voice: "Wanta do it 
again?"  Oh yeah, Courtney was a masochist alright. 


 It was my idea to put a leather collar around her neck and make her 
wear it around the house, but it was her idea to use the leash.  She 
used to sit at my feet while we watched TV, and the only thing she'd 
have on would be that dog's collar.  And we'd be drinking beer.  That 
chick loved her beer.  And after a few, she'd have to take a piss, of 
course.  And I had her sit up and beg, with the leash in her mouth.


Did I mention that I live out in the sticks.  There's no one around for 
miles. I hate apartments, always have, and even though I'm single, I 
decided a few years ago to buy this old farmhouse.  The old guy who 
used to own it had a hound dog, and the dog house was still there in 
the backyard.


So I'd clip the leash on Courtney's collar and take her for a walk, 
getting a big kick out of watching her, naked on all fours, crawling 
after me with her little titties hanging down and her cute ass waggin' 
back and forth.  Once we got out in the back yard, I'd have her squat 
and take a pee, right in front of me.  She told me once, how it really 
got her hot, seeing me watching her while she did it.  She was some 
kinky bitch, that Courtney!


One day, when Courtney was squatting to take a piss on the grass, I 
happened to look over at the doghouse ....and then I got this brilliant 
idea!


Now the farmer used to have a big old hound, and this was a pretty big 
doghouse with a good sized pointed roof that was worn, but still had 
all its shingles.  When she was finished peeing, I led her over to the 
doghouse and told her to climb up on the roof, and straddle the thing.  
She just kinda smiled at me.


I helped her scramble up on the roof, and she threw a leg over the 
other side.  Then she raised herself up holding herself up with both 
hands flat on the top of the triangle, and very carefully lowered 
herself down till her split crotch was settled on the rounded point of 
the ridge.


Once I had her mounted on the doghouse, with legs dangling down each 
side, I asked her if she was ok.  She didn't say a word, just bit her 
lower lips and kinda nodded. I watched her clench her eyes shut and her 
forehead crinkled as she shifted her weight, trying to get more 
comfortable.  That wouldn't be easy. I left her on the doghouse, 
squirming and wiggling, while I ran off to grab a handful of straps.  


Now I had her cross her arms behind her back, and I tied them together 
like that, wrist to elbow.  With her hands behind her back she could no 
longer support herself, and all her weight was now on her cunt.  Plus, 
having her arms behind her pulled her shoulders back and made her 
little titties stick out real nice in front.  She didn't complain, but 
it can't have felt very good, to have her opened twat squashed onto 
that pointy roof.  


There was one thing I just had to do to make the picture perfect.  I 
picked up the ball gag.  Courtney hated having that red rubber ball 
jammed in her mouth, but she opened wide without me telling her, and I 
wedged it in, and had her bite down in to hold it between her teeth 
while I buckled the strap around the back of her head.


Then I got my videocam.  There were guys running websites who would pay 
a lot for these movies.


Finally, I decided to just walk off and leave her like that. Mounted on 
the doghouse.  Like a naked rider in the saddle. She could squirm 
around a bit, but she really couldn't move, and she sure as hell wasn't 
going anywhere.  Besides, she wouldn't really want to move too much; 
those rough shingles would be like sandpaper scraping against the 
softness of her inner thighs.


It was a nice day, so I thought I'd let her stay there awhile, and I 
went into the house to get an iced tea, and just sit on the porch, 
sipping my tea and watching Courtney squirm in the sun.  I knew once I 
took her down, she'd be a little stiff and sore, and that the moment I 
took the gag out she'd start bitchin';  but she'd also be hot as a 
firecracker.  I was right.


It turned out that of all our games that was the one that Courtney 
really hated -- being left mounted on the doghouse like that.  Of 
course, that was the game I loved most of all.