Date: Sun, 8 Jul 2007 13:28:49 +0100 (BST)
From: Lucy Hopper <lucybabypet@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: LUCY IS TAKEN AT LAST (2)

When I thought about it afterwards (and I thought about it a great deal.
Always cumming again and again) it wasn't just the remorseless expertise
of her wet probing and flicking fingers and the lovely muscle interplay
of her bare arms as she worked on me that so excited me. It was the
accompaniment: the simple act of spanking, the never-ending, controlling
spanking with her bare palm resounding on my pinkening ass with ever
louder cracks. It seemed to spell out to me that I was totally in her
power, not just lying there helpless, but being reminded of her power
over me every few seconds.
When my ass must have been bright pink and was burning and itching madly,
she lifted me bodily into the air and then she lay back on the bed.
`Strip me!' she hissed. I did as I was told. I loved her beautiful,
expensive shirt and skirt, bra and panties. I stripped off her tights and
kissed her bare thighs. She tugged my hair, so hard that there were tears
in my eyes at once and she dragged my head directly between her wantonly
splayed legs. She was not shaved. She was hairy and wet and I was only
too happy to have my head pushed hard into that wetness. She kept her
grip on my hair, pushing and pulling still painfully hard as she forced
my mouth deeper and deeper into her. I loved the rhythm of it as I sucked
and tasted and licked and tongued and sucked again. Wonderful, wonderful
woman! I loved it when her breathing became more and more laboured, the
hissing louder. I had never pleasured a woman like this. I had so often
just lain back and enjoyed being used and abused. With her the pleasure
was doubled. Dvoubled? It was ten times as much!
Now she was manipulating me with one violent hand in my hair. `Suck me,
suck me, fuck me, fuck me' she went on chanting. And then with her other
hand she suddenly forced my stinging ass up into the air and as I sucked
her, with the same rhythm she began to spank me again with that hard
merciless open hand. I began to cum all over again! `Oh! Oh! Oh!' and I
bucked and squirmed and screamed so she suddenly started to cry out
herself and then she began to squirt on my mouth, wailing and grunting.
God knows what we sounded like. I prayed the house was empty on a Friday
mid-evening.
When she was done with me she pushed me away and lay back on the pillow,
her hands behind her head. `I have a friend who would go wild for you,'
she said. `I think it will soon be time for you to meet Madeline.'


I am new to all this so have had to stick to my own life. But if you
would like to meet Madeline, you can tell me on
lucybabypet@yahoo.co.uk