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TWINS IN LOVE

CHAPTER 38

The tweaks of early morning light were coming through the bedroom window
as I opened my eyes slightly. Marie was laying with her head across my
shoulder and tits crushed into my side and chest. I could feel her steady
soft breathing. Her left leg was bent and laying across my cock and
thighs.

I stroked her back with my fingers softly, as I remembered all that
happened last night. My hand caressed her hair as I remembered how
willingly she gave herself. Gave herself to dad and me for our own
pleasure.

Even to the extent of pleasuring mom. I still felt the dampness of her
pussy that was pressed tightly against my thigh. Her large soft tits felt
so nice against me like this. I thought of how much Donna liked to lay
like this also.

I knew that my hope of finally pleasing her last night was successful.
Marie felt secure enough to let herself go and finally enjoyed her orgasms
fully.

I remembered the surprise and pleasure mom had given both of us as she
knelt right between both of us and made each of us cum with her hands and
mouth.

I realized mom's newfound happiness she was now experiencing. Seeing a
certain inner satisfaction that her own long time fantasies were coming
true.

I blinked my eyes to the changing rays of light now coming through the
window. My hand now caressing the side of Marie's face and hair.

I knew soon, dad's brother, the lawyer, would have it worked out for her
to be able to move back into her own house. She would FINALLY have the
freedom to live in peace. Without fear. Without being beaten, or forced
to submit in such degrading ways as she had been for so many years.

I realized she would be able to form her own life soon. She was a
wonderful woman, and I knew she wouldn't have any trouble finding a decent
man to love and care for her. My left arm went around her shoulder softly
as my right hand still caressed her as she slept peacefully. Her thigh
moving slightly over my cock started to bring it to my attention.

I felt her hand begin to move on my right side where she had been
holding me. It seemed as if she were now waking.

Her head finally raised and she looked into my eyes. "Good morning," I
whispered. "OOOOHHHH, Good morning Kenny." Her long auburn hair was
framing her face as she smiled at me. Her knee suddenly moved as she
realized it was laying on my cock. I moved her on top of me and urged her
head down for me to kiss her. Both her hands going under me to hug me,
while she kissed me. She was now straddling me, with her pussy centered
directly over my now hardening cock as we kissed.

Her tits, as usual, felt so soft and nice pressed into my chest as she
clung to me. I could feel her pussy moving anxiously over my cock and
realized she wanted it in her. As my hands caressed her face, she
manipulated her pussy so that I easily slipped inside her.

We never broke the kiss as we both moved and began to make love to one
another. She felt wonderful. Her wetness seemed to increase as we moved
our hips up and down at each other.

Finally breaking the kiss, her head went to my shoulder as we started to
fuck with a rythym. Soft moans from her matching my own.

Marie was manipulating her pelvis to increase her pussy's grip on my
sliding cock. "OOOOHHHH Marie, you feel so nice," I moaned into her ear.
"You do too, Kenny. You feel wonderful inside me."

I could feel her nipples, already hardened now, pressed and crushing all
over my chest as she began to move with more excitement. My arms were
still around her. After a few moments she rose and placed her hands on
over mine on her tits. Her pussy was working a special magic. She was
rotating and clamping it at the same time. It felt so great on my embedded
cock. Her head was leaned back with her eyes closed as she softly moaned.

Soon, she changed to mini pumping on my cock. Mini pumping and then the
swirling again. I could feel her tits begining to shake and then the rest
of her body as she began to cum. "OOOOOHHHH Kenny, she moaned very softly.
I love this. I'm cumming now honey." "I can feel you Marie. Let it go
hon. Let it go. Enjoy it."

The extra wetness from her pussy was now making my whole groin wet. Her
head was rolling through her orgasm as my hands and fingers still caressed
her nipples and tits.

I waited til she slowed and then asked her to quickly kneel next to me.
I slid out from under her, my cock still raging. She knew instinctively
that I wanted to fuck her from behind now. I reached up and grabbed a
pillow and placed it under her pussy. She was quickly leaning with her
head on her folded arms with her ass up to me. Still moaning in
anticipation. She wasn't sure which hole I was intending to fuck. This
morning, I wanted to finish in her warm and wet pussy. I was kneeling
between her spread thighs as I aimed my cock back into her once again. I
plunged hard. Kept ramming her hard. She loved it as much as me. Her
pusy continually contracting and trying to clamp my cock each time I thrust
into her. My hands just had to go under her and cradle her tits as I
pressed into her pussy and stayed there. I let her pussy do most of its
wonderful work on my cock. I was getting near. I felt her spasming again
and cupped her tits tightly. She was moaning into her folded arms.

Her pussy was letting a lot of her juices flow around my cock. Soon. I
buried my cock as deep into her as I could. I began shooting with an
excited force that matched hers back at me. Moving my cock in circles as I
emptied into her.

Spurt after spurt as my balls jerked and slapped against her upper
pussy.. It really felt wonderful. I was massaging her ass now, as I
finally came down from my explosion. The wetness of her clutching pussy
still gripping my cock.

I stayed in her until I felt my cock soften, and then pulled out. I
needed to catch my breath as I flopped on my back next to her. Marie
crawled over on my chest and smothered me with kisses. "OOOOHHHH
Kenny....' OOOOHHH." She was still breathing heavy herself. I hugged her
and we both rested for a little while before asking if she wanted to take a
shower with me.

It was still quite early. Probably not even 6 AM yet. I handed her one
of Donna's dusters on the way to the bathrooom. We spent quite a while
enjoying washing each other and caresses. She seemed genuinely happy now.
The first that I had really seen her like this. She almost insisted on
sucking me once more while still under the warm running shower spray. I
tried explaing that I doubted their would be any cum left so soon. Still,
she enjoyed licking and sucking my half hard cock.

I steered her into Karen and Cindy's room so she could borrow some of
their makeup and other things she needed, while I dressed.

It wasn't long before she was once again standing in my doorway dressed
in one of Donna's plaid shirts and shorts. She really looked sharp. Her
hair was now combed out, and her makeup perfectly done.

Both of us went down and started breakfast. It wasn't long before mom
came down saying Good morning. I circled my arms around her and kissed
her. Thanking her for last night. I realized there was nothing on
underneath her duster as I caressed her tit through another kiss. She
wanted to take over finishing the eggs and sausage for me. Giving me
another happy kiss as I set the table with Marie.

"Your father is still in the shower. Coming out of shock, I think."
"He's still amazed about you and me, and how nice YOU treated him too,
Marie."

I decided that I would disappear after breakfast if I could talk mom out
of her car. "Sure honey. Just be careful with it. I really don't have
anything planned for today anyway." Mom and Marie exchanged woman smiles as
they sat and drank coffee. I curiously wondered what women thought after
they had both licked each other's pussy?

I made a mental note to ask one of them, as dad walked in. Seeming kind
of shy at first.

Leaning over mom and kissing her, as he said Good morning to Marie. Her
warm smile to him said everything.

Dad took a minute to eat his eggs before looking over at Marie. "I'd
like to thank you for last night." He smiled. "I was really taken by
surprise." "A LOT of surprises!" He added. "I hope I was able to make your
wish come true and make you feel happy, too, Tom." "Oh, you really did,
Marie!"

Dad looked at me, actually for the first time now. "Well, kiddo, It
seems you and your mom will also be sharing something different from now on
too." I looked at mom, and my face must have reddened.

"I hope you're not mad about all of this, dad?" "No, not at all NOW." "
I had a long talk with your mom last night. She explained a lot to me. "I
understand a LOT better now."

"It's OK with me, as long as none of this interferes with your mom and
me." "Sure dad. I understand."

Now, I thought. Now was the time to make an exit! I knew there were
other things they wanted to alk about, and I thought it would be a lot
easier without me hanging around right now. I had a suspicion that maybe
mom wanted another rerun this morning with the three of them, but couldn't
be sure.

"Well, I guess I'll go down to see if Donna and Karen are up yet." "If
you don't mind mom, I thought of maybe taking them to the lake for a while
today?"

"Sure honey, go ahead." "Just be careful with the car, that's all."
Marie reached in her pocket and gave me the key to her sister's house.
"Here, Kenny. In case they're still asleep." I leaned over and kissed her
softly. Then rose to leave. Mom snagged my waist and asked if I actually
thought I was going to leave without giving HER a kiss also?

I smiled down at her and kissed her as her hands went around my head. I
knew damn well my face was beet red when I finally raised up. I also knew
dad had seen it too. "I'll take care of the yards a little later today,
dad." "sure, OK, kenny, he said, half paying attention now.

He was once again eyeing up Marie with his "certain" smile.

Mom was suggesting that they all go out on the deck for a cup of coffee
as the sun was finally breaking into early morning.

Sure enough, the girls were still in bed when I let myself in Marie's
sister's house. I found them in a bedroom off the parlor. Both sprawled
out and sleeping peacefully. I had seen the note from Donna's aunt that
she was staying at her boyfriend's house for the night, and that there had
been spaghetti ready for them if they were hungry.

I looked at my sister. So pretty in her innocent way. Donna also. I
watched their tits rise and fall and they breathed softly.

I went over to Donna's side of the bed and leaned over and kissed her
lips softly. Her eyes fluttered as she realized it was me. Her arms
pulling me tighter to her and now kissing me back.

She pulled me down next to her on the bed and I laid along her side. I
was stroking her face softly as I kissed her once again. "It was a nice
night honey." I finally whispered.

"Your mom was wonderful too." "Did you and her....?" "Yeah." "I know how
bad she wanted you Kenny honey." "She kept mentioning it all week." "It was
really nice with her honey."

Donna's hand was stroking my chest over the T shirt. It wasn't long
before she worked her way down to my shorts and was massaging my cock
through them.

"Want me honey?" It seemed she wanted ME, and seemed to be hoping I
would say yes.

"I was hoping we could take a ride down to the lake this morning, honey.
I would like to make love with you there?" "OH, Kenny, that would be
great." "I'd really like that."

Karen was still sleeping soundly. Looking so pretty, as I looked over
at her.

I had to finally bring it out to Donna. Once and for all. It was now
or never, I thought.

" Donna honey, would you be mad if I asked you something?" "Oh Kenny no,
never honey." "What is it?" I hesitated and looked into her eyes, so close
to me.

I kissed her softly once again and then took a deep breath. "Honey, I
would like to make love with Karen." "Would that upset you?" "Oh, Kenny,
its odd that you said that. Karen talked about YOU half the night honey."
"She was still so excited about how you got her off in front of me like
that, with your hands, and that she sucked you right in front of me."

"No, honey, she wants YOU too." I don't mind at all." "Honey, she played
with hersefl last night thinking about YOU, not her boyfriend Bobby."

"Go ahead honey, make love with her. Make it nice like you always do
with me." "I love you Donna." "I love you too, Kenny, I want you to be as
happy as you have made me."

"I'd like to do it now, honey." "OK with you?" "Sure Ken." You want me
to leave you two alone?" "Oh no, honey. I'd like you to share this with me
and her. " "Are you sure?" "Yeah. Really." "Well, I might finger myself
until I can have you later then." I smiled at her, and leaned into her and
kissed her.

I got off the bed and started to take off my clothes quickly. Donna
reached for my half hard cock and was urging me toward her mouth. "I'll
get you ready for her honey." as her lips started to surround my cock. Her
fingers and mouth worked softly and lovingly on my cock and she had me hard
and ready for Karen. She gave my cock a coupld of firm strokes and then
released me with a smile.

With my cock raging hard and bobbing, I walked to Karen's side of the
bed.

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Author: Frederick T.
Title: The Shower
Part: 1 of 1
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Language: English

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Disclaimer: The following material is intended for adults only, that is
people over the age of consent in whatever country they happen to live. This
material consists of the fictional accounts of fictional character's sexual
experiences that are obviously pure fantasy. In other words: none of the
characters contract sexually transmitted diseases; nobody has bad breath;
nobody gets pregnant unless they want to; few of the characters have any
sexual inhibitions or hangups and if they do, they quickly lose them; everyone
always has an orgasm and all the people live happily ever after. Now, if you
already live this type of life, I kind of wonder what you're doing wasting
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among the contributions. But on the other hand, if you're still searching for
this perfect world; you're probably as close to finding it here as anywhere
else. Remember though, we are all God's children and should treat each other
as such. It should go without saying; any resemblance between the characters
in this account and real people, either living or deceased, is purely
coincidental. And finally, if you would be offended by the fictional sexual
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PROLOGUE

I'm sure we all, regardless of our circumstances, had some great times
while we were growing up. These are the times that you'll always remember as
you travel farther and farther from your roots and make your own life in this
world. We can't always be happy with our present circumstances but can always
look back at the good times we had as children. This is just one of the great
times I wish I had enjoyed back when I was growing up in the ol' neighborhood.
Hope you enjoy it !!

The Shower
(mf voy)

A Backyard Adventure

by
Frederick T.

With thanks to the founding fathers and the U.S. Constitution

The guy who lived down the block had a sister. We weren't the closest of
friends but occasionally I would hang out with this kid. He was a little
younger than I was, a grade behind me. I was in the eighth; he was still in
the seventh grade. His sister was a junior in high school. She wasn't too
bad looking. A little acne, but ok you know what I mean. She had big tits,
but then everyone has big tits when you're thirteen except for thirteen year
old girls that is. Every once and a while I would spend the night at this
guy's place and we would screw around until all hours of the morning. He
lived in this real old house right down the block from me. It was a two story
house and he had this great little room upstairs, off by himself. We had
spent most of the night out on his roof; smoking cigarettes and sippin' brews
that his sister's boyfriend had given us.

We had both fallen asleep in wee hours of the morning in his room he on
the floor and me on the bed. He must have woke first because I was alone in
the room when I awoke. His bedroom was located in the rear corner of the
second story, right next to the bathroom. I could hear the shower running in
the bathroom next door. The walls upstairs were real thin, with no insulation
at all. After all this was the beach and the temperatures never varied much
from Summer to Winter. I was imagining that his sister was using the shower,
that I had found a hole in the wall and was watching her. My dick was getting
hard just thinking about it. I rolled over toward the wall and spied a knot
in one of the wood panels that appeared to have a small nail stuck in it. I
pulled gently on the nail and the knot came out of the wood.

I moved my head down toward the hole in the wall and no shit now I could
see into the bathroom. My friend must have rigged this so he could spy on his
sister when she was taking a shower. My cock was throbbing, the shower was
still running. The water noise ended in three different stages and now there
was silence in the bathroom. I heard the shower curtain being pulled aside
and there she was in all her naked glory. Her hair was wet, a sun bleached
brown and all curly. She reached for the towel that hung from the towel rack
and began to rub the hair on her head. I could see her breasts bouncing as
she dried her hair. They looked huge. Definitely bigger than a hand full and
topped with real big crinkly brown nipples. The more she dried her hair the
more her tits bounced around on her chest.

I moved my head away from the hole and checked to see if the door to my
friend's room was open. It was. I crept across the room, my cock tenting my
boxer shorts. I looked into the hall, found it empty and quietly closed the
door. Before reaching the bed I had my cock out through the fly in my shorts
and was stroking it. I slowly got down on the bed and place my eye at the
hole. She was across the bathroom now with one foot up on the toilet drying
her ass and legs. I got a tremendous shot of her hairy twat when she bent to
dry her foot and ankle. Dark brown hair grew abundantly between her legs. I
was really stroking my cock now, really pumping it. Her other leg was up on
the toilet and now I lost my view of her bush but got a great view of one of
her tits hanging and bouncing around as she dried this foot and ankle.

She disappeared for a while and I slowed down my stroking. Jesus, did I
have a hardon. Here she was again. She had a hair dryer in her hand and was
beginning to comb and dry her hair. She was still naked and now facing
directly towards the hole I was looking through. Big tits, nipples now
relaxed a bit and not as crinkly and hairy pussy; all available to my gaze.
I'm stroking like crazy. Oh !! Shit, I'm gonna cum. Squirt, squirt, squirt.
It's all over the wall. I'm still cuming, still pumping my cock. She is
still drying her hair, unaware of her silent, cuming admirer.

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Certificate Of Correction Ch 7

We went to Harriet's favorite spot for lunch. I thought about the
"lunch" that the girls were probably getting. I had called Linnea and
given her the bad news. She was disappointed but later philosophical about
the punishment the girls were to receive in the morning.

"A good whipping never did anybody any harm," she mused." It hurts like
hell, though. Believe me, I know. My father, your great uncle, was a firm
believer in the corrective power of a good strapping for disobedience and I
found myself being marched out to the barn on more than several occasions
growing up. He raised some welts on my behind with a harness strap, I can
tell you. I guess Erin could be bruised a bit but that's to be expected.
Don't get me wrong. I feel sorry for Erin and her friends, and it must be
scary, being in jail, but Lord, those girls brought it on themselves.
Drugs! And they knew better!" Softening, she added, "You'll look out for
her, I know, Rollin. Just...just...make sure it's legalI mean how they
do it, you know?"

I told Linnea that my collegue had assured me that they followed a
strict procedure, before , during and after. I even put Harriet on the
line to tell her that the punishment is designed to be painful but not
cause permanent injury. That's scant consolation when you know that at
10pm the next morning you're going to be whipped as hard as a sturdy matron
can manage, I thought.

Harriet told me to meet her on the street outside the compound at 5pm.
That would be when the punishment detail would bring Susan out to prepare
the switches for the birch rod to be used on her the next day.

When I arrived outside the grounds to the Justice Center there were
about 20 people standing around. Most looked like islanders although there
were a few tourists. A grove of willow trees took up one corner of the
greenspace inside the iron fence shutting the grounds off from the rest of
the world. I sidled up to Harriet who regarded the crowd with a dour
expression.

"Voyeurs," said Harriet disgustedly, waving her hand at the onlookers.
"They've got nothing better to do than watch some poor girl be humiliated.
They must get this vicarious thrill knowing that the girl they see out here
cutting and skinning switches is going to get her bottom whipped in the
morning."

Just like Madame LaFarge at the foot of the guillotine, I thought a
few "courthouse rats" with too much time on their hands. They were talking
excitedly and avidly reading the notice displayed at the entrace gate
announcing the fact that one Susan Pemberton, having been convicted of drug
possession, would receive 36 lashes with the island birch on the morrow in
the courtyard.

"Serves 'em right, I say," proclaimed a stolid matron loudly. "These
little madames parading around in their little thong bikinis should all
have their behinds whipped. Yes indeed. Whipped real hard!" she added,
eyes aglow.

I surmised that it would do no good to point out to her that the
punishment had nothing to do with thong bikinis. She was obviously
rapturous over the prospect of a good flogging for any attractive young
woman who could display herself in a thong bikini.

At about five we could see a small procession emerging from the side of
the building. It was Susan with two matrons and a guard. Susan wore the
tight regulation denims and a halter top. I decided that she was a tiny
bit bottom heavystill very attractivethe slender waist maybe offset her
swelling bottomcheeks, making them look all the more prominent, perhaps.
They stopped at the grove of willow and I could see the matron pointing to
several choice switches. She the handed Susan a small scissorlike pruning
tool. Susan stood up on tiptoe throwing her bounteous bottom into stark
relief as she reached to cut the indicated withes. Even from where I stood
I could see her blushing with shame at having to perform such an
ignominious task. The catcalls and comments from the watchers added to her
humiliation.

"Look at the ass on that oneshe'll get it good."

"Yeah, they've got a lot to work withthat's a butt that's going to get
a right smart whippin'."

"She'll be standing up on the plane for sure. I heard they're deporting
her right aftewrwards."

"Ralphstop ogling. She'll be getting that fanny whipped good and
propera taste of our island justice. Ralph, you disgusting oaf, you're
practically drooling. Well, that's enough of this. I should cut a switch
for you at home. Come along." Ralph reluctantly trotted after the
formidable housewife like a puppy.

"It says it's to be 36 strokes. Ouch! She'll feel that for a long
time."

"Hey, sweetie, just remember", called out some jerk in the throng,
"this hurts us more than it'll hurt you." General laughter followed.

"Grin and bare it, honey, grin and bare it." More chuckles.

Susan must have been mortified. I know she was trying to ignore the
remarks, but I could not imagine the shame inflicted by a bunch of
strangers looking on and discussing your imminent whipping like it was a
circus sideshow.

They cut quite a few switches. Harriet told me that their regulations
called for one rod per dozen strokes. As Susan cut where they told her, a
matron took and trimmed the switches to length using a yardstick to
measure. We understood that 30" was the uniform length specified. It took
all of 15 minutes to complete this mortifying chore, but I'm sure that for
Susan they were long minutes, though probably not as long as the 1520
minutes that it would take tommmorrow for them to give her the actual
punishment. The trimmed and peeled switches were tied in a bundle and the
punishment detail escorted Susan back to the compound. I have to confess,
I was watching the gentle sway of her sexy rear in those tight denims as
she walked away.

Harriet and I retired to her house that evening. There was nothing more
to be done. Harriet changed into a very fetching sundress made of some
thin cotton. She made us some fruit concoction with rum in it, and brought
the pitcher over to the table in front of the sofa. "If we tried to mount
some sort of appeal or PR campaign we would only prolong this thing, and in
the end the girls would be whipped anyway, right?" I just wanted to confirm
this. I sort of felt that maybe we hadn't done everything we could have.

"Right," said Harriet. "This island is rough for law 'n order.
Especially drugs. I know how they think. If they let these girls off with
a scolding it sends the wrong message. As I told you, they use the birch
for petty thievery too. I had a client a few months backcourt appointed,
you know, we all get them. Pretty girl. Single mom. Two young children.
She says she didn't lift anything from the store, that it was a mistake. I
believed her, and I told her she'd sound and look good to a jury. Well,
they offered her 24 strokes for a guilty plea. She couldn't raise the
money for bail and she had those two kids to take care ofso she opted for
the birch."

"She did a lively dance, Rollin. When they commenced to whipping her
little seat she was stoic at first, then she started yelping and squirming.
At the end she shrieked and cried like a baby. They took their time, too
24 slow deliberate strokes in the noonday sun. She said later that at
first it stung like bees and then like a slow fire building up. Not so bad
at first but then as the pain builds on top of itself it takes your breath
away. By about number six she was yelping and dancing. But you know, by
20 she was doing sort of a slow grind against the bar...." Her voice
trailed off and her eyes had a distant look.

"Is this how you learned all this? the procedure, I mean? Through this
client?"

" What?" She'd been distracted. "Oh, yeah, she was my first. This was
all new. I had done a little bit of everything, you know, divorce, wills,
real estateeven some juvenile and criminal stuff. The corporal
punishment law had been in effect for about 3 years before I got here. At
first I was appalled, but I don't knowit's probably better in a lot of
cases than jail. And for women it's not really brutal in the sense of
injury or scars, but it stings like hell. Also, it's more shameful. You
know, to get your ass whipped like that. Frankly, I think there's a sexual
element too. In fact," her voice dropped to a conspiratorial level, "I've
heard that some women even become ah...aroused by a birching." She blushed
as she said it. It brought something back to me that she'd said the
previous night. I couldn't pin it downit was hanging on the edge of my
memoryout of focus.

I acknowleged that I knew something about this, and under the influence
of Harriet's island punch or whatever, started to tell her about Karen and
her experiment with the "sandal". Her eyes grew wide as the tale unfolded.
I guess we'd both had a few drinks. Harriet flushed as the details poured
out. I could swear her nipples hardened, from what I could see through the
thin top of her dress. Something was going on with her.

"You spanked her?" she said breathlessly. I nodded. "Over her skirt?"
I shook my head. "Nooo...on her ...panties?" Another head shake. "Bare...
er, bottomed?" A yes nod. "I can't believe this! This was a...an
experiment? And then what? Tell me!" She was visibly excited. She licked
her lips, eyes shining.

"Well...the sex was pretty.. ah..intense."

"Oh, my! Rollin! And I always thought you were so very proper with us
ladies. Now I know how naughty you are," she teased, "and a brute as
well." She was trying to compose herself. She paused, then asked, "Did you
put her across your knee like some bratty little girl?" I nodded. "So you
put her over your knee, pulled down her pants and gave her a spanking just
so she could feel what a correctional paddling felt like. And then
you...then you..."

"That's about the size of it."

"I wonder about the size of it," she giggled.

"Now who's being naughty?"

"Well, Rollin you come in here looking all fine and fit and start
telling tales of spankings for girls on their bare bottoms...what's a lady
to do?" Her voice was now an octave lower and she leaned toward me. I
grabbed her around the waist and pulled her to me. She mashed her lips to
mine and we kissed, deeply, her furtive tongue seeking mine. My hand found
her breast and I palmed it gently pinching the erect nipple. She groaned
with pleasure. I stood up pulling her with me. She pulled away for a
moment then unzipped the little sundress. It fell to the floor leaving her
in a wispy bra and thong panties. Wow! She was gorgeous. She was sort of
long waisted with baseball sized perky breasts and wide flaring hips. Now
as we resumed the kiss my hands roamed her sumptuous seat, caressing and
kneading the resilient mounds. She responded with a low moan and by
grinding her pelvis against mine.

We moved back to the couch. I sat down and cradled her face up in my
lap and continued kissing her while my hand caressed her breasts. After
awhile I slid my hand between her legs. Yep, the gusset of the thong was
slippery wet. She groaned as I slid my fingers up and down her slit. She
started humping against my hand then stopped. She propped herself halfway
up.

"Try it on me," she said in a throaty whisper. I thought, "Huh?" But I
got her meaning as she turned over and crawled face down across my lap,
stretching her body out along the couch, her hips cocked over my right
thigh. Her impudently rounded bottomcheeks jutted up, soft, inviting. She
looked back at me. "Go ahead, spank me. I want to see what it feels like.
Smack my bottom."

"You want me to spank you?"

"Umm...yes. The idea of it gets me hot. I just want to feel what it's
like to get a real fanny warming. You will won't you? Don't you think I
have a nice fanny?" And she gave it a little wiggle. Who could resist?

"As you wish, my dear." I patted and rubbed the fleshy mounds. She
purred, and arched her fanny up even higher. Then I started smacking her
with little half force slaps. Her rear wobbled deliciously, and she gasped
in pleasure. I spanked from side to side, slowly to let her absorb each
one. She writhed and ground her hips in response to each one. Then I
picked up the pace, briskly spanking now. She let out a stream of
"Oh...oh...oh" as my palm went smack! smack! smack! Her bottom was
getting pink now, then hot pink as I spanked a little harder. These spanks
were interspersed with rubbing, kneading and a few trips by my hand to that
wet spot between her legs. Then I landed about ten good hard smacks, in a
right! left! right! left! pattern. She gave a squeal and ground her
hips into my lap. "Oooh....Rollin..that stung!" she bleated.

"Well this is a spanking you know. It's supposed to sting."

And with that I delivered another 10, this time medium hard. My hand
struck firmly, flattening each jouncy summit. The delicious mounds gave a
little quiver and than spang back to their original rounded shape as each
solid smack landed.

Smack! A firm crack to her left cheek. "Ow...Rollin!" Smack!
Another one to the other side. "Oooh....ahhhh...!" Smack! Smack! "Ouch!
Ouch!" She gave a little jump and kicked her legs.

I kept it up, alternately smacking her bouncing derriere soundly and
pausing to rub. When I did this she humped her hips, ginding her pelvis on
my leg. Her bottom color changed from pink to hot pink to a tomato red hue
as I continued her sexy chastisement. She started humping in time now,
pushing her bottom up to meet my descending hand. I could sense she might
be close to cumming. After a fast flurry of about a dozen, I stopped and
pulled her up. Her mouth was a wide "O" and she rubbed her cheeks as she
knelt on the couch, her eyes shining, her chest heaving.

"Now I know what all the fuss is about," she said. "Ooo...I'm hot.
Everywhere. Mmmm, that was wonderful," she breathed and slid to the floor
kneeling between my legs. She undid my zipper and pulled out my rock hard
penis. "Did spanking me do all that?" she said licking her lips. I could
only groan in assent because she proceeded to slip my member between her
lips and swirl her tongue around the head. I was lost in a paroxism of
pleasure. She eventually stopped, shucked down my pants and slipped off
her bra and thong. My cock was sticking straight up as she lowered herself
on it and started to pump up and down. The sliding friction was exquisite.
She was moaning now and pumping harder and faster. She came in a
shuddering climax, shaking like a rag doll. I came a second or two later,
pushing up with my hips, banging against her pelvic bone. We collapsed in
each other's arms, breathless and spent. Until we recovered, that is. The
next one was longer and more leisurely. Finally, exhausted, we fell asleep
in each other's arms.