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The plan was for my friend Keli to fly me to an airfield near your place. She would be there all weekend visiting family, so I could catch a flight with her. You would pick me up so we could spend the long summer holiday weekend together. We hadn’t seen each other for ages and I figured we would make up for lost time. I decided to bring you a little surprise.
I told you about my BFF Sara, and now you were going to meet her. It turned out that she had no plans for the weekend, so I invited her along. Keli and I picked her up in Dallas and we flew in from there. We hadn’t seen each other for some time and we were excited to be together again. Sara and I wore light jackets in case it was cold. We had our Go-bag and phones and that was all. We believed in travelling light. I was looking forward to introducing you and I was sure you two would hit it off right away.
Sara and I have known each other literally forever. She was our neighbor’s daughter and she was born when I was two. Our birthdays are two years and five days apart; mine on November tenth and Sara’s on the fifteenth and we have been close friends ever since. We lived just outside of Telluride and we saw each other every day.
We were the closest neighbors in a rural area where it was a mile or so between houses. Our houses were right next door, only about a quarter mile apart. We grew up together, played and rode bicycles and dirt bikes. We went hiking and fishing in the forest. We both fell in love with animals and nature. We found the natural world fascinating.
We always had birthdays together. We went to the same schools, knew all the same people. We played doctor and practiced our kissing technique on each other. We even shared a boyfriend one summer.
As we grew into women, we explored each other. We learned about our bodies and what turned us on. We took one another’s virginity one afternoon when we shared our first dildo. We shared our hopes and dreams and fears. We laughed and cried and loved each other. We knew each other intimately. She was more than a friend or sister or even a mother could ever be. She is everything to me and I love her.
Now, you already knew me and you knew that I could be a merciless dick teaser. You knew when I get that itch, I would sometimes do naughty things to scratch it. You knew my ‘thing’ was that deep down inside I was a true cum slut and you never judged. Well, when I told you Sara was just like me, but I left out the part about her ‘thing’.
Sara has long nipples just like mine, except hers are pierced. I took her to get them done and she was never more turned on than when the tattoo guy punched that needle through her nipples. There was no way I was doing that; my nipples hurt just watching her. She usually wears studs in them, but she wears rings when we are apart. She likes to have her nipples abused, pulled and bitten and sometimes it makes her cum.
The thing about Sara is that she loves to have her ass paddled. She had always loved spanking, and I have spanked her with a number of items from my bare hand to a ping-pong paddle to a riding crop. They were all exciting and we got turned on doing it, but her real thing is being paddled. I procured a hardwood paddle locally and we decided to try it out. As soon as I got home I showed her the paddle. We got each other undressed in record time.
“Oh, Samantha.” she whispered. Her eyes opened wide when she saw it, then looked at me.
“Are you sure you want the paddle Sara? I don’t want to hurt you.”
She said, “Oh, Sam. Don’t be afraid, it’s pleasure to me. Paddle me harder than ever before, Sam! I want it.”
I said, “Anything for my baby.” and put my hair up in a ponytail.
“Sara, I got you something else, too” There’s something about a blindfold that makes things more interesting.
Sara said, “Ooo!” as I turned her around and tied the blindfold over her eyes.
She bent over the bed and I stood behind her, crouching down to fasten a spreader bar to her ankles. I placed a wet, warm kiss on each butt cheek.
The bed was at the perfect height to bend Sara over and lay her face down on the mattress. I bound each wrist to the headboard posts so she was immobilized, her beautiful ass exposed for my hardwood paddle. Her face was to the side so I could see her face. She was especially sexy wearing that blindfold.
I stood off to her right, my left hand holding an old-fashioned oak paddle. It was a big one; thick and wide and long and just heavy enough to leave an impression. I brought it up to her ass like a practice swing and let it stop where it was touching her sexy ass. It easily reached all the way across her tender cheeks. It would make contact on the sweet spot across her ass with no problem. I noticed she was wet, her juices glistening between her legs.
I rubbed the paddle on her cheeks to tease her some more. I didn’t say a word when I brought the paddle all the way up for the first whack. When she felt the paddle leave her cheeks, she gripped the sheets with both hands üzümlü escort and whispered, “Oh, Sam!” I raised my arm all the way up as far as I could and brought it down sharply against her ass with all my might.
“Crack!” said the paddle as it delivered the first kiss. Sara sucked in her breath sharply and screamed, “Oww, Sam! That hurts! Damn! Samantha! Oww…ouch.” Her face was flush and she started whimpering. I pulled my arm back and landed the second kiss.
“Crack.” She was howling now, crying and sobbing on the bed as I pulled my arm back for another whack.
She said, “Sam, don’t stop! Don’t stop!” over and over when the third whack kissed her cheeks with a loud,
“Crack.” She howled in pain as the stinging heat spread throughout her rear end through her pelvis and deep inside her belly. She was sobbing uncontrollably now.
I said, “Are you OK Sara?”
Sara said, “Yes, ma’am! Don’t stop, Sam. Don’t stop!”
I brought the paddle down with all my might just like the first one,
“Crack!” She yelped and continued crying. I brought my arm all the way up and swung the paddle down for one last kiss.
“Crack!” She yelled “Oh Sam! The stinging! My ass is on fire!” I put the paddle on the bed and rubbed soothing cream on bright red cheeks. Her ass felt hot to the touch as if it were on fire. I rubbed the cooling cream all over her ass, hips and pussy. I slid three fingers in and out of her soaked pussy until she was moaning and squirming against her restraints.
She told me afterward that she loved the sting of the paddle’s kiss. The pain was intense, but quickly turned into a burning heat that flowed throughout her body straight through her center. She called the pain “delicious” and I was happy to deliver it. From that time, the paddle has been her first choice.
Sara and I look alike and people often mistake us for sisters. At 5 feet zero and 110 pounds she is a little younger, a little smaller and a little blonder than me. She has pretty blue eyes and a cute little nose and her perfect little smile. I want to eat her all up every time I see her. We both live clean and stay fit. We both run at 4 am every morning no matter where we are, together or apart. We were looking forward to tomorrow’s run together.
Keli said, “We’re here!” and we were on the ground in no time.
We were about 30 minutes early. The airfield had a few hangars with a big orange windsock, a big house and a few other buildings. And a bunch of big antennas. It was very well kept. We kissed Keli goodbye and she took off in her jeep.
We slid our Oakleys on our heads and got two Dr. Peppers from the food truck. We walked over to the picnic table to sit down. Sara sat on the bench facing the food truck and I sat on the other side of the table facing the same way. Jack was the food truck guy and the airport guy was John. They were quite talkative and very friendly, so we chatted with them while we waited. As it turned out, the airfield was the only one for miles and it was open 24/7. They were expecting a lot of traffic for the weekend.
Well, it was getting warmer out as the sun crept up into the clear blue sky. John pointed out the restroom so we made a quick trip to the ladies and checked ourselves in the mirror. We brushed our hair and chatted a little. We were both like cats in heat and we wanted to tease John and Jack a little. We finished up and Sara went to take her jacket off. I stopped her. I wanted to tease them and make a show of it.
We walked back out to the table. I said, “He should be here any minute.” We walked over to the other side of the table so our backs were facing the guys. We shaded our eyes and looked out at the road to see you coming. The sun was bright, so we put our Oakleys back on and shaded our eyes with our hand. It was getting warm.
We turned to face John and Jack and took off our jackets as we walked back to the table. I said, “I think that’s him coming down the road.” I was wearing a cut-off AC/DC T-shirt and Sara was wearing a little pink Hello Kitty crop-top. She was clearly wearing rings in her nipples. We threw our jackets on the table and stood there talking to the guys and making sure they got a good look at us. I thought their eyeballs were going to pop right out of their heads. We just pretended not to notice while awaiting your arrival. That’s when we saw you pulling into the airfield in an old pick-up truck that was your pride and joy, a 1956 F-100. You told me all about it but this was the first time I saw it in person.
You pulled right up to us and got out of the truck. You said hello to John and Jack, of course you all knew each other. You introduced us to them as your friends and said
“You ladies haven’t been teasing John and Jack have you?”
I gave you my best innocent eyes and said, “Innocent little us?” Sara giggled.
I said, “Quentin, this is Sara.”
She said, “Hello. Quentin. Nice to meet you.”
“So, you are the better half. Nice uzunköprü escort to meet you, Sara.”
You were happy to see me and gave me a big hug and kiss. Sara gave you a big hug and kiss too. We thanked Jack for the sodas and threw our jackets and Go bag in the back.
You opened the truck door for us and we were interested to see the truck had a big, long gear shifter right in the middle. It was a little taller than the seat and kind of bent back a little with a big ball on the top. One of us would have to sit in the middle while you shifted gears. Sara looked at me with a grin.
She started to open her mouth and I called, “Shotgun!”
She slid on over to the center of the bench seat straddling the shifter. It wasn’t really that close to the seat, but shifting was going to be interesting. We got in and you shut the door and went around to your side and got in.
We asked you to take us for a ride in the country and away we went. We were all staring at your hand as you put the truck in reverse. The shifter came back really far and your hand was practically in Sara’s lap. We looked at you as you shifted from reverse to first and then looked back at the gear shifter between Sara’s legs. When you worked your way through the gears, your hand moved between her knees and stopped right in front of her crotch. You left your hand on the shifter most of the time.
Honestly, Sara and I could barely contain ourselves.
We chatted along the way and I was happy to see you guys becoming fast friends.
When we got to the house, we grabbed our jackets and overnight bag out of the truck and went to the porch to wait for you while you put the truck in the garage. I sat in the porch swing, and Sara sat in the big rocking chair. We both kicked off our boots to relax. There was a big jar of sun tea sitting on the porch railing soaking up some sunshine.
When you came up the steps you said, “Are you girls hungry?”
“Well, maybe a little,” said Sara.
You said, “Me too. I’ll go fix us some lunch.” Sara came over to sit with me, and we snuggled on the swing.
We must have fallen asleep because we were surprised by you clanging a triangle dinner bell and yelling, “Come and get it, soups on!” and laughing as we were startled awake by the sound. Sara jumped up and ran inside.
I smiled at you and said, “Oh, you will pay for that, just you wait.” I loved it when you held the door open for me and slapped me on the ass as I walked by you into the house.
Sara came back, and we all sat down to eat. It was all natural, homemade and delicious. I was so impressed that you remembered our bunny-food diet!
You fixed us tomato soup from scratch with tomatoes and onions you grew in your garden. The grilled cheese sandwiches were made from fresh bread that you baked and locally made goat cheese. We had sweet sun tea from the porch to wash it down. It was delicious. We ate and chatted for a little while before moving back out to the porch.
You sat on the rocking chair, and we girls sat on the swing. It was a cool, breezy day, and we chatted as we watched the clouds go by. Sara stood up and started walking up and back on the porch, looking at all of the curios you had on the wall. She looked at them all, giggling at some and counting the bullet holes in and old Road Closed sign. I walked up behind her and rested my hands on her hips.
Sara turned around to look at me with her big blue eyes. Those eyes made me melt every time, and I had to give her just a light kiss on the lips. You watched us kissing on your porch, there just for you. You went inside and tuned the radio to a jazz station. She and I started moving to the music. We slow danced a little and Sara whispered in my ear. Sara was getting excited, and it was time to get you involved.
We walked over to you, and you stood up. I kissed you first, and we slow danced a little. Then it was Sara’s turn. She danced with you for a few minutes and then decided to start kissing you instead. I stood right beside her and kissed you too. You had one hand on each of our backs as we took turns giving you sexy kisses. Pretty soon, Sara pushed me away and put her arms around your neck. You guys started really going at it, Sara kissing you with her hot wet mouth, and you feeling her up with your big, strong hands. She unfastened your pants, and they hit the floor. Your long stiff cock was poking her just below her tits. She broke the kiss and looked down and gasped. “Oh my God, Samantha!” She put her hands on your shoulders and pushed you back down so you were sitting back in the rocker. She knelt between your knees in front of you and started stroking your fat cock. She licked and spit on the head and stroked it some more until it started dripping pre-cum. Once it was lubed up, she looked into your eyes and said, “Cum for me, baby. I wanna taste it.”
She was really into jacking you off with both hands wrapped around your fat prick. She was watching her hands stroking van escort you and licking her lips. She was looking straight into your eyes whispering, “Cum for me, baby, cum for Sara.” I had my hands under my skimpy top, pinching my nipples and watching your face.
Sara said, “He’s cumming, Sam.” and engulfed your cock with her mouth. I bent down to cover your mouth with mine as you moaned and filled Sara’s with your hot load of sweet cum. I kept on kissing you while Sara sucked your balls dry. Then I turned and kissed Sara, swapping your cum back and forth in our mouths right in front of your face. We both smiled at you and we all stood up.
Now that’s what I call getting acquainted!
Sara stood on her toes with her hands on your waist and gave you a long wet cum kiss. I could see your tongues fighting to see who would get the most cum.
Sara stood back and said, “Wow, Quentin. That was A LOT of cum and tasty too!”
You smiled and said, “Girls, there’s plenty more where that came from!”.
We went inside and sat at the big oak dining room table enjoying another glass of sun tea. The house was filled with antique furniture. The old table was big enough to seat four and it could pull out to seat six. It had high-backed oak chairs with cushions. The chairs seemed big for us but they fit your big frame perfectly. They were very comfortable.
We chatted away, still working on teasing you, Sara and I leaned forward in our chairs with our arms on the table in front of us, hands clasped and listened intently to whatever you were saying. I wasn’t really paying attention. I was busy squeezing my boobs together with my arms a little bit, smiling at you the whole time. Sara was too. We chatted for a while and watched you squirm, staring at our racks and doing your best to carry on a conversation.
Sara went out to change the station on the radio. It was a big antique floor model from the old days before television. You found it at an estate sale and had it restored. It was beautiful. Sara tuned it to a country station and when she returned, she had a deck of cards in her hand.
Sara said, “Wanna play a game?”
You said, “How about Texas hold ’em?”
She said, “No, something more exciting than that!”
I said, “How about strip poker?”
“No, Samantha, something REALLY exciting!”
I guessed, “How about Truth or Dare?”
“Yes!” she said excitedly. “OK. High card asks a question to anyone they want.” She shuffled the cards and set the deck in the middle of the table. Sara drew the top card, and I drew next. You flipped over a two. We smiled at you and showed you our cards, a king and a queen.
Sara said, “I go first”. She looked straight at you but her nipple rings pressing against her tight pink top were the focus of your attention.
Sara giggled and said, “So Quentin, Truth or Dare?”
You thought about it for a good minute and said, “Truth.” This was going to get interesting.
Sara said, “Tell me, Quentin. How long is that big cock of yours?”
She was kneeling on her chair leaning over with her arms on the table.
You didn’t miss a beat when you said, “Two-and-a-half hands.”
We all laughed at your quick wit. You leaned in and gave Sara a kiss and she kissed you back. Sara sat back on her heels and drew the next card. It was the eight of clubs. I reached over and drew the nine of spades and you drew the two of diamonds.
I smiled at you and said, “Truth or Dare, Quentin?”
This time you said, “Dare.”
Sara was leaning forward on the table again watching you intently.
I said, “I dare you to let us tie you to a chair and put on a little show for you. But no talking and no touching. You can’t touch us or yourself. What do you say?” Sara and I were breathless.
You looked at Sara and then at me and said, “Well, hell yes!”
Woo-hoo! Sara and I were ecstatic! She climbed down, picked up her chair and placed it in the center of the living room facing the couch. I picked up our iced tea glasses and put them in the kitchen sink.
Sara came back and said, “Well, Quentin. Are you ready?
You said, “Wait a minute. There are three of us here. We have one hand of cards left to play.”
Sara said, “You’re right, Quentin. Give me the cards, I’ll shuffle.” You handed them to her and she promptly threw them in the trash.
She said, “Fuck cards. I wanna play a different game.”
We each grabbed a hand and pulled you to your feet. You were laughing at us trying to get you out of that chair. You are bigger but we outnumbered you. It wasn’t like you were being forced or anything, but you were. We wanted to force you and we were determined to do it!
I grabbed your hands and Sara got behind you and put both hands on your back.
“Move it! We won you fair and square! You’re our boy toy now!”
You didn’t put up much of a struggle and we got you over to the chair. I started undressing you and Sara went to get our Go-bag.
I left a trail of kisses from your lips to your belly as I peeled off your clothes. I opened your pants and they dropped to the floor. I crouched down in front of you to pick them up kissing the head of your dick before grabbing the pants and standing up. I tossed them on the floor somewhere behind you. You were totally naked and I was fully dressed. That was erotic all by itself.
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