1Days of my youth [3] - Sex Stories

1Days of my youth [3]

... muffled screams were now loud in the big room, the next wrapped itself round her breasts again leaving another livid wheal across both. Blows now fell at a fair rate, on back, front and breast, as another climax ran through me. She was swinging on the rope now it was an automatic reaction, in the hope of saving herself from the stinging lashes; Pete was calling out each 10 strokes his trouser front wet with his own seed, 30, 40 why wouldn’t she faint and I could stop, released from my promise, 50, then the 60th stroke Where each stroke crossed another there where spots of bl**d, 70, we were at 80, before her head finally slumped forward and I could stop. her back now a mess of red lines and bruises, her toes dragged on the ground, I administered the next strokes as fast and as hard as I could, one each to the left and then the right breast, the rest on her back and buttocks, those last 4 cutting into her already damaged body leaving fresh bl**d along the whole line of each stroke,. I quickly released Pete, and the together we undid her limp body, which he d****d face down over the stool , he removed the vibrating egg and he bid me hold her buttocks open with my arms under her body and out of the way as he administered the final terrible stroke which he did standing by her head giving her his best shot and he was a strong chap believe me, he didn’t pull any punches, striking straight down across her cleft slamming her delicate pink anal opening and curling itself into her ...

... sex. Her body shuddered and groaned as that blow fell and it was over. In the next few minutes, as she began to recover we washed her cuts and with the ointment she had provided administered cream to her wounds laying her on the table to do so, The lady was smiling, and mouthing her thanks as we placed her wrecked body into her bed and returned to the living room to clear away. Pete and I checked on her every few minutes all that long night, guilty consciences no doubt, at 11 the next morning she woke, and asked for tea, by mid afternoon she was sat up and asking for us to select a dress for her in something light-weight and she very slowly went for a shower, bow legged and in much pain it is true We sat at the table with breakfast while she lay on the sofa, as she said on something soft, seeing the state of her body I suspect we both felt very guilty, but she told us not to be, saying “you boys did exactly what I asked for and it was a once in a lifetime experience for us all” I asked her if it was all she had hoped for in her fantasy. “And more” she replied, asking me if I had enjoyed myself? To which I said I had, but had learnt fantasy should stay fantasy if it in reality it causes so much suffering. She then took us through the whole thing reliving each blow as if it were the most precious gift I could ever have given her. She starting by saying she thought I was going to refuse, when I read the instructions, my reluctance and the fact that she had the power over me to ...