LISA and LUANN

 

I knocked on the door, and Lisa opened it.  We exchanged pleasantries, and I told her that I had brought some presents.  She was pleased, but said, “First, have I got something for you.” Raising her voice, she said, “Luann, come out and meet Bob.”

 

Luann emerged from the bedroom, a picture of beautiful temptation.  She was wearing white bedtime things; frilly, translucent, barely covering her hips, and very sexy.  The bottom was little more than a G-string.  I told Luann how glad I was to meet her, but not how she turned me on. She could probably figure that out from the way I looked at her. 

 

“Look what I brought for you Lisa,” I said and pulled out the presents one by one:

first the paddle with one side furry and the other hard rubber. The furry side was for teasing, but the hard rubber side could be very thumpy, leaving red marks on the surface, and deep bruises underneath.  A wonderful toy.

then the crop, a standard affair, about 18” from tip to tip, very useful anywhere for stingy effect, but uniquely so in tight places like between the upper legs.  It would produce excellent red marks, which, if intense enough, would last for days, turning dark and blue.

and finally the whip, 12 strands of fairly heavy leather, which would sound very mighty, but would leave dramatic marks of their passage on skin only if the strokes were heavy enough, and that effect required a surprisingly muscular stroke.  But when delivered with enough force, it could be very intense.  The marks could last a long time.

 

Lisa has a huge collection of implements, but she appreciates new things, and these new presents would be fun to try out today.  She expressed her appreciation, suggested that I might like to feel these toys on my bare ass, and invited me into the bedroom, where I undressed while the three of us had some conversation. “Lisa tells me you like to be spanked,” I said to Luann, and she smiled yes. 

 

Lisa was in the process of moving apartments to one across the street, and would be making the move within a couple of weeks.  Luann, I learned, had three small children, which put the young woman in a somewhat different light for me.  Although I hadn’t thought she was a virgin, three young children seemed like a very big responsibility.  I removed my belt, handed it to Lisa, telling her that I hoped she would find use for it today.

 

Lisa had Luann bend over a chair while the two of us prepared to spank her.  I explained to Luann that she should ask to spank me when she wanted her spanking to stop.  An arrangement Lisa repeated to her to make sure Luann understood how to end the spanking she was about to get. Lisa pulled Luann’s top up to completely uncover her ass checks, and she and I started Luann’s spanking with our hands.  I was surprised how much she took, both cheeks were quite red by the time we were finished; I seriously increased the strength of my strokes, wanting more of a reaction from Luann, more quickly. 

 

I found that I liked spanking Luann a lot—hearing the sound of my hand on her skin, feeling the impact on my hand, watching the changes in her skin color, and only near the end seeing her react with each stroke.  I would stop stroking after a minute or so, and feel her ass cheeks, rubbing them, moving my hand onto her leg and moving up to the fold between her leg and abdomen, moving onto her pubic hair and down onto her pussy.  She was wet and reacted with pleasure to my rubbing along her pussy, over her clit, and into her vagina.  I liked it too, and was really hard, dripping pre-cum.

 

Eventually, I told Luann that it would be easier to excite her pussy with her panties off, and I slipped her G-string panties down and she stepped out of them.  I rubbed onto her pussy, moving around and around and over her clit, pushing down, and into her vagina.  She was really wet, like young women get, and moaning a bit.  I think she was close to cuming, but I wanted that for later.  A satiated woman might not apply herself to my spanking as much when feeling that warm glow of post-orgasm, nor later be as enthusiastic about fucking.

 

I told her that I was going to use the crop on her, and she didn’t object.  Her ass-cheeks were very red already from my and Lisa’s hands.  I didn’t want her marks to last past the next day, so my strokes were fairly gentle, but still got a reaction from her.  The crop is quite stingy.  I felt her pussy, which was still really wet.  I think Luann was too far gone in the sexual pleasure, with hip movements and welcoming embrace of my hand and fingers as they felt and played with her pussy, clit and vagina.  Luann wasn’t going to have me stop without some serious marking.

 

Lisa sensed this, and took charge to change the course, saying to us, “Bob, I want you to eat our pussies,” which I was certainly happy to do, although spanking Luann had been very exciting.  She had Luann get up on the bed next to her with her legs spread out, while Lisa removed her panties, exposed her breasts, and had me start on her pussy.  Lisa loves to be eaten, and was soon thrashing about and making happy sounds, while I licked and sucked her pussy, with my hands clutching and kneading her ass-cheeks.  I wondered how this must be affecting the turned-on Luann.  I was busy with Lisa, but it seemed to me that Luann was just watching us.  I thought that this would be a good time for a vibrator, although hand, mouth, tongue and dick are better than nearly all vibrators.

 

Lisa had a powerful orgasm, which I love to witness.  The sight, sound and feel of a woman orgasming is really wonderful and exciting.   After she quieted down, I spent a little time feeling Lisa’s breasts and sucking her nipples, which I find very delightful, especially the feel of nipple in my mouth and on my tongue.  Then she had me move to Luann, who didn’t take long to cum. I moved to feel her breasts and nipples through her filmy top, but it was really more of a bra; and I didn’t get to enjoy her breasts and nipples this time.  I liked her pushing into my mouth, the feel of her ass-cheeks, her happy noises, the copious pussy-juices, and the nice glow she had coming down from orgasm.

 

Lisa watched, smiled and said, “Now you’ve earned your spanking, Bob.”  What came was a good spanking.  I like my spankings to approach torture, and this was a little short, but not much.  Lisa had me bend over onto the bed with my ass sticking up, and both she and Luann started with different implements, paddle and crop respectively.  Luann was too light in her stroking, and it took her awhile to appreciate how intense I wanted that stroking to be.  I wanted to remember the spanking whenever I sat down in the next week. 

 

After awhile Lisa had Luann switch to the whip, which took Luann awhile to figure out, but soon she was spanking me solo and I was enjoying it.  Lisa would work my dick and balls, and showed Luann how to stop and fondle and play with my dick and balls when the going seemed to be getting a little rough for me. After about ten minutes, Lisa had me stand and grip a ring above her bed; then she attached my wrists to the ring with leather cuffs.  It takes a great amount of trust, almost love, to let yourself be cuffed to a bar by someone who has every intention of applying torture using whips, paddles and other evil devices.  I’d known Lisa a long time, and we’ve played this game many times before.  More on this later.

 

Luann used the whip and some of Lisa’s paddles on me.  Lisa showed her how to go down onto my thigh, and then back across both cheeks. Lisa would play with my dick and balls with the crop, or a small penis-whip of hers.  A few times she interrupted Luann’s stroking to use the crop with very stingy strokes between my legs and on my inner thighs, which is always especially exciting as she moved up towards my dick and balls.

 

Lisa would also interrupt Luann to use a long single strand whip, which was colored red and which could do a lot of damage.  We called it “the red hot mother fucker” and it deserves the name.  Lisa used it with just the right force to avoid breaking the skin—at least usually—and I would feel the hot sting across my ass-cheeks.  Then she would rub my very sore, very hurting, ass using her hand to prepare me for more stroking. 

 

Lisa instructed Luann in the use of the paddle, in what I think of as its main and unique function.  The point is to have a few strokes delivered on each ass-cheek with enough force that the paddle would cause deep bruising.  The bruises don’t look like much from the surface, but they will be noticeable to me for a good week, causing some pain on sitting.  After a few days, after all the other marks have faded, the bruises will show up on my ass cheeks as dramatic black and blue blotches.  Such bruises are the longest lasting souvenirs of the session, and it requires some knowledge and skill to produce.  Lisa instructed Luann well.  After the paddle had done its work with about eight strokes, Luann went back to the whip, which she was getting pretty good at.

 

When I was near my limit, Lisa said, “Let’s try your belt now.  How many do you want?”

I said, “Mistress, may I please have ten,” shifting into the FemDom play mode.  She delivered, ten very intense strokes, almost past my limit, while I counted each stroke.  Luann watched.  After I said, “Ten,” Lisa asked, “Do you want another ten—if you say yes, you have to take all ten.”  This was my kind of limit pushing, and I said, “Yes, Mistress.”

 

She told me, “After each stroke, I want you to say the number and then say, “Thank you, Mistress.  May I please have another.’  You understand what to say? It won’t count if you don’t say what you’re supposed to.”  I said, “Yes, Mistress, I understand.”  It was very tough to handle the next ten strokes of my belt.  Lisa had to tell me to stop yelling, which I had started to do after each stroke.  She didn’t want me to disturb the neighbors.  I was sweating profusely. 

 

A scene like this, in which I’ve agreed to take all ten strokes, doesn’t work without bondage.  If I weren’t restrained, I could just stop the whipping by leaving the position, by moving away, by holding Lisa or the implement.  In other words by running or fighting.  One could never push the limits of consent; one could never approach non-consent without bondage.  The restraints made pushing my limits much more possible.  In this case, I remember each stroke, which check, the difficulty of saying “Eight. Thank you, Mistress.  May I please have another.” After I said “Ten,” Lisa said, “Thank me, or do you want another ten?” And I said, “Thank you Mistress.  Please, I do not want another ten.”

 

She rubbed and kneaded my ass-checks, threatening a little scratch, and said “Then let’s do your other side. We don’t want you half done.”  She switched the clamps, rubbing sexily against me, so that I was facing the two women.  My ass and thigh were hurting a lot, and my penis was completely limp. Lisa told Luann, “Bring it up.  Fluff him and suck his dick until he’s hard.”  Lisa watched me while Luann worked on me. I felt this deep connection with Lisa as we looked into each other’s eyes while she had such control of me: I was bound, and she was controlling the pain and the pleasure of my sexual stimulation; both sensations pouring into my brain. 

 

After a few moments, Luann’s hands and mouth certainly took my mind off of Lisa’s eyes and my ass.  My attention revolved right around and down to my dick and the feel of lips, tongue and mouth parts moving along my shaft.  When I was hard again, Lisa gave me a deep kiss.  She told Luann to use the crop and whip on my upper legs. Luann now had the idea and was giving me intense strokes. Lisa used the red hot mother fucker for about six strokes along my legs. 

 

I was quickly getting past what I could take.  Lisa, sensing this, said, “Let’s do the belt, now.”  I said, “No, Mistress, please I’ve had enough.”  Lisa said, “How about just five?”  I said, “No, Mistress, please.  No.”  But Lisa insisted, “You have to have at least one stroke for each leg, don’t you?” This while playing with my dick, which had gone limp, but was getting hard again with her attentions.  Holding, squeezing and manipulating my dick in her hands, she said, “As soon as you finish your spanking, this is going into a nice, warm, wet pussy.”  She knew how to persuade me, and I said, “OK, Mistress.” She gave one intense stroke to each leg; sufficiently tough that I yelped at each one.  Then Lisa switched to the penis whip, twirling it around my dick, and feeling my balls.  Then she had Luann suck me for awhile.

 

When my dick was sticking up pleasantly, she said, “Luann, service Bob now.” Lisa released the clamps, and had me get face up on the bed. My legs were still stinging.  Lisa rubbed them while Luann positioned herself over my dick and lowered her pussy onto it.  WOW!  It felt so great going into her love tunnel.  Not many women have the physical strength to straddle a man and move up and down on his dick with the rhythm, pace and duration needed for a good fuck.  Luann is one of those wonderfully talented women.

 

We were both enjoying the fuck.  I would thrust up as she came down, and full back as she pulled up.  There wasn’t much for my hands to do with her bra interfering with any breast fondling, we were too tightly bound with my dick in her pussy, and I couldn’t quite reach behind to her ass.  After about twenty strokes, she had a great orgasm with sweaty skin, happy noises, great motions, and then a limpness as she used her hands to support herself with my dick still inside her.  I was nearly there, but stopped and enjoyed her pleasure--her noises, her breathing, the sweaty skin, and then the coolness as she came down.

 

I rolled her over on the bed, and entered her vagina, using the wonderful missionary position.  I was really enjoying myself, building towards my climax, when Luann came again.  This lady is really into it.  I felt some envy of women, who can cum three times in an hour.  I pumped in and out, feeling the waves of sexual pleasure.  I can’t guess at how long I was in her, but it wasn’t long before I felt my muscle pumping out the cum.  I was breathing heavy and fucking really hard.  I think it was four spurts into her, then some pleasant rubbing of my dick in her pussy--waves of pleasure, my dick coming out of her pussy, the coolness on my wet dick, and the feeling of being spent, satiated and happy.

 

We cleaned up, and I got a good look at my ass, which was very red, blue and black in some places, striped and well marked.  The redness of Luann’s ass was already receding, but was still quite evident.  Lisa admired both, but especially mine—feeling, rubbing, and then kneading and scratching my ass.  She moved her hand onto my dick.  Unfortunately, I wasn’t up to going again.  I got dressed; wincing a little as I pulled on my underwear, pulled on my pants, and then again sitting to put my socks and shoes on.  I retrieved my belt from Lisa, who reminded me to be sure to bring it next time. 

 

I told Lisa, “This was really great.  I had a wonderful time.  You pushed my limits--just the way I like.  And Luann was a great present.  Thank you so much.”  She looked pleased and said, “I liked your presents, and I do like working on your ass.  We’ll do more next time.”   I told Luann, “I hoped you liked the spanking, and our sex together was great.”  She smiled and said that she enjoyed me too.  I kissed each woman, and left.  What a great afternoon.  I wondered what they thought.