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Forwarded for Quarterhorse.  He's been pretty much blown away by all the
praise that he's been getting for the first hard-pain piece.  This
particular one is almost entirely hetero-erotic, with a little bondage.
"A little something for everyone."  He was laughing when he said it.
*I* think it's because Lisa doesn't know Horse well enough to really get
through to him like Morgan does; but we hope that you'll like it.

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    I turned away from the mirror and Lisa walked away from me to sit
down in a chair.  She looked at me with dark, dark eyes and said, "Come
here."  I crawled over on my knees, my hard on swinging a little before
me, my bound arms making it difficult to keep my balance, and the
concentration needed to keep the credstick in my ass was bothersome.  My
legs weren't feeling quite as bad, anymore, having moved them and
continuing to move them made it so that they didn't stiffen from the
whipping.

    Lisa smiled as she watched me crawl and I felt an inexplicable
tightness in my chest and along the back of my neck.  It was delicious.
She opened her legs and beckoned me closer.  "Take off my clothes with
your teeth. Oh, and," she pulled the credstick from out between my legs,
"thanks for carrying this for me."  Then her hands moved to my cock and
she quickly pulled the ring off over the balls.  I winced at the pressure,
but a steady stroking of her hand and I was stiff again.

    She leaned forward enough for me to reach the buttons of her shirt
with my mouth.  A woman smells different than a man, somehow smoother,
sweeter, less musky.  I had some difficulty getting the hang of getting
the buttons from the other side.  I undress Morgan using nothing but my
mouth enough times that I usually surprised others with my dexterity at
it, but the unaccustomed angle due to a woman's buttons being on the
opposite side was slowing me down a little.

    Not a bad thing, it seemed, because as I slowly breathed and
nibbled and pulled and tugged my way down Lisa's eyes started to go soft as
her breathing deepened.  So strange to meet the softness of breasts
instead of the muscle of a masculine chest, and I was almost afraid to
push order to get the button undone, but she didn't protest when I did, in
fact her eyes closed a little when I almost pinched the side of her right
breast with my teeth and stroked it with an errant tongue.  The shirt
opened to reveal a crimson lace bra.  I was fascinated by how big her
nipples were, and how they were smashed and bound by the threads of the
intricate lace.

    I had to use more force against the button at the waistband of her
jeans, and pushing my chin deep into her lower belly caused the muscles
there to push back and she smiled and lazily ground the hard mound of her
pelvic bone into my chest.  I deftly pulled down the zipper with my teeth,
to reveal the bright red of a silk g-string.

    She then presented me with her cuffs, which I quickly undid and
then held in my teeth as she pulled out of them.  The shirt coming out from
her pants at the same time.

    I then bent to undo her shoes, only to find that they were already
kicked off, so I just grabbed a pant leg with my molars and moved
backwards, she lifted her weight and the pants slide off one side.  Her
giggle unnerved me for a moment, taking me from my intentness at my task,
but a quick glance at her amused face and I was back at it, but with the
other pant leg.  Tug, pull, and the pants slipped off.  The nylon socks
were next, and she giggled again as I carefully tongued the sheer material
off her calves and over her delicate ankles and feet.

    Then came the moment of judgement, when she turned her back to me
and showed me the hook and loop attachment on the bra.  I surprised myself
by remembering what the trick was that I learned in my high school days on
a dare with my best friend.  I managed the hook and loop with the strange
configuration of mouth parts that I had learned was the only way I could
get one of those things undone with my face; but it took a while.  When I
finally got it I was flushed with triumph as I nudged the straps off her
shoulders as she turned back around.  For a moment, I just sat back on my
heels and looked at what I had unpackaged.

    Lovely, long limbed and curved, she was beautiful.  I like women
more than Morgan does, but I have to admit that I'm not used to them.  I
looked up into her eyes.  Lisa was looking at me intensely, and I
immediately looked down, humbled by the force of her desire for me.  "Keep
going." she said, and while it wasn't loud, it had all the force that was
needed.

    But despite her words, her hands moved my mouth up to the soft
flesh of her breasts.  I gently mouthed soft skin and slowly circling in
on her nipple.  The softness of her skin on my chest and belly stroked the
fires in my groin.  Slowly, ever so slowly circling, then a gentle swirl
of the tongue around the auroeal, that grew bumpy like gooseflesh.  Lisa's
head was back, her eyes closed.  I took her burgandy rose bud of a nipple
and tasted the softness of it, and was amazed at how it grew hard and long
at the teasing of my tongue.  I suckled on it, and enjoyed the feeling of
it until she was moaning, her hands in my hair.  Abruptly, she pulled me
off the one and directed me to the other.  I nursed at it until she was
moaning again, and as her hands tightened in my hair, I pulled away to her
soft sigh.  Her breasts were flushed and she was breathing hard.

    I started again just about a third of the way down her inner
thigh, and I gently tongued and nibbled every bit of skin up to her
crotch.  By the time I was done, the soft silk of her legs had wrapped
around my waist, her feet locked at my lower back.  I did the same all
along the other side, and her face flushed redder, and her breathing
deepened.  Her skin was remarkably soft and smooth, so bare of any visible
hairs except at her pubis, and the muscles of her leg weren't soft by any
means, but they were less hard than a man's, and they played from curve to
curve in amazing harmony.  I could see the lines of blue under her skin
where the arteries were, delicate tracery under the transluscence of her
skin.  I kissed down the soft crease between leg and body and she gasped.
Then the other side and then along the string that was tied the g-string
around her waist.

    Then gingerly, with tongue and teeth, I untied the knot at her
sides and pulled back the top flap of her g-string to reveal her pubis.
So strangely empty and wide compared to a man's lower belly.  The flaring
of her hips and the expanse of smooth skin.  I moved down and started,
tentatively to lick, to explore.

    Such a different scent, smooth and lightly smoky.  A completely
different configuration from a man's, so many more contours and concave
spaces.  I started in the middle, stroked the lips to her vagina, nudged a
nub that I guessed was her clit under its hood, and saw the opening for
the urinary tract.  I went back and probed a little into the gently
opening lips of her vagina, and then moved down to stroke the familiar
dry puckered skin her anus.  She gave a startled moan and slid down a
little in her seat to give me better access to everything.

    Then she said, "Kiss my ass.  One, good, solid kiss."

    I buried my nose in the smokyness of her nether lips and used my
lips and tongue to give her anus a good, solid kiss, probing a little with
my tongue.  She had been throughly cleaned recently, and there was only
the faintest hints of that musk.  "Ahhhhh..." she breathed.  Her hands
went into my hair, and pulled me up a little, "Now, my cunt."

    I cocked my head to the side a little, studying the fleshy lips
there.  I first stroked with my tongue, several times for each until they
swelled up and opened to reveal the depths below.  I stroked, kissed, and
nibbled until she groaned and pulled me closer, pushing my face into her,
so I shoved my tongue deep into her as well and tried to work it as her
hips rocked and ground into me.  Then the hands pulled me up to the nub of
a clit.

    I kissed it, stroked at the little thing with my tongue.  Then,
remembering someone saying that it was, nervewise, something like a man's
cock for sensitivity, I gingerly sucked on it .  She gave a great cry so I
hastily backed off.  "AAAhggg!" she said, confused by that I backed off
even more.  Her legs closed around my waist hard enough to make me think
she was going to break my back, her heels hard and terrible on my hurting
welts.  Lisa opened her eyes and her face was a mask of anger and
frustration, but, seeing my confusion and pain, she took a deep breath
loosened her leghold on me and said, "You're doing fine, Horse, keep going."

    So I kept going, trembling at first, still uncertain as to what I
had done wrong.  As I worked at her, however, I found myself not just
calming, but getting aroused as well.  First long, slow strokes, gentle
and light on her clit, then a little more depth as she moaned softly and
her hips began to move with me.  Her slender hands slid along the armrests
of the chair, through my hair, across my shoulders, and along the back of
my head, constantly moving, stroking, and occassionally just closing hard
on whatever was handy.  Her legs tightened as I worked at her a little
deeper and more quickly.  I worked on building the sensation as her
tensions built, trying to meet her own internal rhythm, as I watched and
felt her muscles tensioning, working against what I did.  Feeling her
excitement excited me as well, and my cock moved with my movements, often
touching the cloth of the chair.  The muscles in my pelvis were tightening
as well.

    Luckily or because she was conscious of it, her legs were
tightening around my upper body and chest instead of my waist.  Slowly
but surely, it built and built until her legs were tight enough around me
to hurt, pushing my upper arms behind me as well as my bound together
forearms.  My jaw and tongue were starting to get sore and I worked just a
little harder and a lot more quickly at her.  Suddenly, her back arched,
her hands closed tight on the armrest and the back of my neck, and she
cried out.

    The little mouth of a vagina was pulsing, and when I put my tongue
into it, I could feel it sucking, pulling at me wet and hot.  I shuddered,
wishing it was my cock that was in there instead of my tongue.  Just the
thought of it made my balls feel like they were swelling.  I tried to put
that from my mind as I stroked her clit a couple more times, getting her
to leap at the stimulous, and causing more cries.  Her hand went to the
back of my head and pulled it away even as her legs pulled my body
forward.  She rubbed herself and her juices all over my chest.  Her pelvic
bone crushed into my pierced nipple and the jolt of pain ran through me
like a silver wire from that point to my cock, as I felt her inner muscles
pulsing against my body.

    Then she collapsed, limp, somehow mellower, relaxed.  Her whole
body had the flush of exertion, her lips looked soft and warm.  Lisa's
eyes opened to look at me, and she smiled a lazy smile.  Her hand moved to
stroke my face and smooth her juices on my chest.  She leaned forward and
kissed my lips and massaged my sore jaws.  Then she let me go, contentment
written all over her face.  As I straightened, the tip of my cock brushed
the silk of her thigh, and I hastily bent again.  I was far closer to
cumming than I had thought I was.

    She saw my quick movement, "How close?"

    "Real close." I said ruefully.

    She looked at me thoughtfully and then said, "Sit and put your
legs forward, in front of you."  As I obeyed, struggling a little for my
balance without my arms, she slid forward, off the chair and onto me in
one smooth motion, her arms closing around my upper arms and chest.  I
cried out and bucked hard as her hot, wet warmth closed over my cock in
one incredible frictive movement.  It completely sheathed me, so unlike
the hard ring and soft sensation of an anus or the multi-surfaced feel of
someone's mouth.  The bucking only stroked me deeper into her.  Her arms
let go of me, and I went back, my back arched, hard, to accommidate my
bound arms, my head back, blind to everything but the sensation at my
groin.  The tension of being arched like that made me groan and twist all
the harder.

    "Come on, Horse, come on..." she urged as she sat erect while
riding my body, creating that insane liquid friction all along the inner
skin of my buried cock.  The intensity of it melded with the intensity of
the white hot pain of our weight on my abused buttocks and legs, and I lost
it on her second stroke, an explosion of orgasm, my muscles pumping
until it felt like my balls were being shoved out through my cock on a
shining wire of heat, hurt, and ecstacy...

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