Helping Out a Friend, Sort of

Helping Out a Friend, Sort of  - Part 2

The next morning, I awoke Terry at 6:30 again, much to her chagrin, and after breakfast, explaining again, that these punishments were for transgressions she had incurred prior to our camping trip, I strung her up and went to cut some nice long switches from a willow tree nearby.  I had placed tape around her wrists to offset the chafing from the handcuffs.

When I returned, she begged me not to punish her again, but I ignored her.  I told her that at least she had no additional strokes due because of cursing, but she just stuck her tongue out at me and sighed.  I gave her fifty up and down her back and buttocks and twenty-five spread out along her front, with the last five on her beautiful breasts.

I unhooked her and asked if she’d like to go for a swim with me, if I took off her cuffs.  She was delighted, and after removing my shorts the two of us swam out to chest height and stood and chatted.

I asked her why she had such animosity for her mom, and she explained that Angie was always riding her about something.  I asked, if she had a kid who was drinking, smoking and doping and going with one of the cycle gang members wouldn’t she be upset and attempt to convince her daughter to change her ways.  She allowed as how she probably would, but that she was just sowing her wild oats.  I asked when was the wild oat sowing going to end, especially the doping and drinking, because it was so easy for those to become addictive.  She thought for a moment and nodded that I had a point.

Suddenly I felt her hand lightly touching my prick, and, in spite of my firm resolve to hold off on any more sex between us, for the time being, I let her hand wander.  Soon she was stroking my penis lightly and I was reacting “firmly”.  She smiled as she felt the limpness turn to rigidity.  I finally told her that having sex with her was very tempting, but if we went ahead she would have to understand that it wouldn’t have any effect on the regimen I had established.  She indicated that was okay with her, that she was very horny and found me very interesting and appealing sexually.

By then I was totally hard, so I threw caution to the wind, and ignoring my high principles, tweaked her nipple and suggested we finish swimming and go into the camper.  The swim only lasted as long as it took to get to shore.  I was still hard as a brickbat (however hard a brickbat gets), so we both toweled off and hurried into my double bed.  Fortunately I had a small supply of condoms in the drawer next to the bed, and remembered to use one this time.

We made glorious love to each other, with me spending a goodly amount of time kissing and sucking on her gorgeous boobs, and she, on my stiff penis.  I finally had to caution her to leave off on my hard-on, if she expected any vaginal climax other than that which I was about to give her orally.  She kissed me deeply with her tongue and I moved down for my part of the oral stimulation.  Terry’s baldness was a turn-on for me, and I spent a lot of time licking the outside of her puffy lips, before delving in between.  I had given her three quick clitoral climaxes, before I felt my hardness beginning to soften and decided it was time for the coup de grace.  I plunged into her wetness and was rewarded with yet another orgasm from Terry almost immediately. We were both so excited that it didn’t take two minutes before we were both panting and groaning.  We managed to climax at nearly the same time, and I have to say, it was one of the most satisfying orgasms I had ever had.

We lay there holding hands for about five minutes, both of us in that after-sex la-la land where good sex takes you.  Eventually I mentioned that it was exercise time, and I thought Terry was going to spit at me.  I reminded her that I had pointed out that sex wouldn’t alter the routine, but I think she was convinced it would.  In a huff she rose and stomped into the front of the RV.

I followed her, eventually, and asked if she’d rather walk behind the camper or do calisthenics.  This time she chose the walking, I think just to spite me.  I put the cuffs back on and, after about three quarters of an hour, we were back to the camp site.  Terry was pretty sweaty and dusty so I asked her if she’d like me to take the cuffs off so we could go for a swim.  She answered rather coldly that she thought she’d just lie in the water, thank you very much.  So, we went our separate ways, me swimming and she lying with those damn nipples sticking up out of the water like twin periscopes.

She warmed up a little, while I was eating my sandwich, and she was munching on her dog food.  When we were sitting there afterwards, she startled me, with a statement I was thinking at the same time, but wouldn’t have mentioned, because of our current relationship as “master” and “slave”.

“You know, I don’t think I’ve ever made love before that was as deep and sensual as what we did this morning.  And I’m not just saying that, to get any favors from you.  I just really had some of the deepest orgasms I’ve ever experienced.”

I could have accepted her statement as more applesauce, if I hadn’t felt the same way.  I didn’t want to let her think I was giving in on my resolve to keep up her regimen, so I was silent for a moment.  Then, I couldn’t help it, I had to let her know how I felt.

“Terry, you’re putting me in an awkward position here, because I felt the same way.  That was one of the most satisfying sessions of love-making I’ve ever had, and I’ve probably had a lot more sessions than you have.  That’s going to make it really hard for me to continue what I came out here for, if we continue.”

“Well, of course, you’re the boss, but if you don’t let nature take its course with our love-making, it’s going to be really frustrating for both of us.  I will be devastated if that’s the last time we make love.  It’s like I’ve found what I’ve been looking for, and if I can’t have it any more, what do I do?  I know that sounds dramatic as Hell, but I really mean it.’

“Why don’t we just wait and see what the future brings. How about that?”

We sat next to each other in the folding camp chairs and held hands for a long time.  I was even starting a blissful doze, when I felt her finger scratching the palm of my hand.  I looked over at her and I could see a fire burning in those bright blue eyes.  That was all it took.

A minute later we were back on my bed doing the proverbial sixty-nine with a vengeance.  I was hard almost immediately and finally had to caution Terry to let up, if she didn’t want a mouthful of semen.  She laughed and began kissing my legs, while I continued to bring her to a couple of more deep comes.  We finally joined hips and, this time, because of our earlier love-making, I was able to prolong the act until Terry had come three times, before I had another sensationally deep orgasm.

This time, I lay on her for long minutes after my limp penis had given up the ghost and popped out of her vagina.  I was drained, but it was such a satisfying feeling of inertia, I hated to give it up.  When I finally rolled off of Terry, we lay next to each other for about a half hour.  My mind started racing. This couldn’t be happening!  Was I falling in love with this girl?  If I was, could I continue to treat her the way I had been?  What about my relationship with Angie?  Did wonderful sex actually constitute love, or was it just great sex?

 

I finally decided I just couldn’t continue to punish Terry, and at least the dog food and the tin can toilet had to go.  Being a somewhat dominant type, as you may have noticed, I thought I’d keep the exercise and spanking features in place.

After supper we were once again sitting and watching the coals burn down, holding hands and vegging.  Terry suddenly spoke up.

“Ernie…uh, sir…I have to tell you now that no matter which direction we go in from here, I have made up my mind to mend my ways to some extent.  Chickie is a done deal.  I think I was going with him more to annoy Mom, than because I was enjoying the relationship.  And I will definitely cut down on my drinking.  The drugs I was using, mostly pot, was Chickie’s, so it won’t be hard to give that up either.  Smoking, I’m not sure I can give up, but if we stay out here much longer, you will have weaned me off the nicotine addiction and it should be much easier.  Truly, though, I find myself addicted to you, now, and if you don’t come with the package, I’m not sure where I go from here.”

“First of all, it’s Ernie from now on, unless I’m punishing you, which I plan to continue to do, though from now on, if everything stays the same, it will be limited to spankings.  I’ve been doing a lot of thinking, too, and, looking at it from your standpoint, it just doesn’t make sense to continue this way.  I’m old enough to be your father.  When I’m ready to retire at 65, you’ll be, what, 42 or 43?  The prime of life!  It wouldn’t be fair to you.  Why don’t we just stay out her another week or two, and see what happens.”

“Okay, but do we have to have the spankings.  I’m being a good girl, aren’t I?”

“Yeah, but I’ve found I’m addicted to spankings, now, so that’s still part of the package.”

“I guess I can take those, if that makes you happy, Sadist!”  This, of course, was said with a big smile.      

And so we continued for the next two weeks, making love, swimming, eating food, other than Gravy Train, making love, sleeping, and, oh, did I mention making love?  I occasionally threw in a light spanking, when I could find something Terry hadn’t done or said that I thought she should have. It wasn’t solving my enigma, though.

We talked about a lot of things…religion, politics, books we liked, movies we liked, kids, life, sex, and I found she was really smart, a good conversationalist with a great sense of humor.  I was beginning to feel like a teen-ager again, with that lump in my throat and a pounding heart every time those beautiful blue eyes looked into mine.  Puppy love at 43!

Who’da thunk?

Once during our stay by the lake, we drove into the nearest town and restocked the vittles and something for Terry to wear, for when we finally decided to leave our Garden of Eden.  She suggested we forget about bras, as a blouse would cover her until we got her home, so it really came down to a blouse, panties and shorts, which I had to buy for her, while she stayed in the RV, since she had nothing to wear into the store.

Our idyllic stay had to end sometime, and I finally told her we’d have to be getting back, because I had another contract pending, which couldn’t wait much longer.  Terry’s eyes began to tear, and I was only crying on the inside.  This was the best two weeks I’d ever spent in my life, and I still had no idea where to go from here.

We sat, hand-in-hand, and talked about it, waist-deep in the pond, the day before we left.  I was still worried about Angie’s reaction, if I told her Terry and I were serious about going with each other, possibly living with each other.  I had taken this task on to help her straighten her daughter out, and all I had done was mess up the whole situation miserably.  She would have every right to throw me out of her apartment.  Terry was certainly of age, and could do as she pleased, but I still wasn’t convinced this was the way to go.

We finally decided to go ahead and tell Angie what had happened, and the Devil take the hindermost, as my father used to say.  Driving back to the city, it was raining hard all the way, the first day we’d had any appreciable rain during the whole trip. Neither of us said anything and the mood was as dark as the cloudy sky above.

When we went to Angie’s apartment, things were bright and cheerful at first.  Terry hugged Angie, probably for the first time in a long time, and, as we sat, Terry went into her epiphany, explaining she was giving up Chickie, the mj, heavy drinking and smoking.  Then I hit her mom with the stab in the back.  We had fallen in love.  You could have heard the proverbial pin drop for the next fifteen seconds.  Finally Angie sighed and said that if that was what it would take to straighten Terry out, she’d accept it, not happily but resolutely.  She added that she knew for a fact that Terry was getting one hell of a man, and then lowered her head and began to cry.  Terry hurried over to try to console her, which helped a little, I think, but then Angie excused herself and, hurrying into her bedroom, closed the door.

Terry and I hugged each other, kissed, and I left for my house.  We continued to see each other every night.  Terry broke off with Chickie (without any of my bones being broken) and got a job as a secretary.  Two weeks later she let me know she had missed her period, taken a pregnancy test and it was positive.  Nothing like hitting the spot the first and only time we made love without protection!  If we had any questions about marriage before, that solved them.

We were married a month later, with Angie’s blessings, though I’m sure there was some hidden animosity, and recently Terry produced our first-born, a son.  Our love-making still competes with those wondrous days by the pond, and I still spank Terry when I can find a good enough excuse.  She doesn’t seem to mind and it seems to add a new element to the sex that follows.  I’m not sure what the future holds for us, but every day, rain or shine, the love grows stronger, and I thank the Lord Angie asked me to help her out.