Chapter 47
Overaged hippy Sunshine pays a visit.
Tuesday morning I dragged myself out of bed, still not recovered from the London trip, but duty calls as they say. After a quick breakfast, I went down to find Jada already hard at work making some final adjustments to the fake magazine for Hellen’s husband. I soon learned this was a crucial day for her as her teacher Miss Danielle Brooks, Sunshine to her friends, was visiting us today. A lot was riding on what she thought of the work done by Jada.
If it was OK she could go up to the next school year, otherwise, she might need to do this year over or end up with another assignment that could take up her complete summer vacation, which she was so looking forward to. She had planned a visit together with her sister Elisa to their Brazilian homeland to see their family again, after being away for a significant number of years.
“Oh Lew I’m so happy to see you, I was afraid I would have to face Sunshine all by myself.”
“Don’t you worry pet, I’ve got your back, we’ll tame that overaged-hippy bitch together.”
“She’s not a bitch Lew she’s very friendly but also very strict, the project needs to be put together correctly, and I’ve had second thoughts about how she will react to all the nudity and especially the last part with the BDSM stuff.”
“Well if she has the reputation of being an overaged hippy, I guess she’s seen a thing or two during her lifetime, how old is she exactly?”
“We don’t really know, but rumor goes that she is in her seventies, although when you look at her figure you would estimate her rather mid-fifties to sixty, close to your age.”
“If she is, I’ll figure that out pretty quickly, trust me. Just show me now how far you have got so I can estimate when I can print the damn thing.”
Jada took me through the whole file on the screen and it looked very good indeed, it was clear to me she had put in a lot of work during my fun trip with Grace to London.
I wanted to do a first proof print immediately. Jada wasn’t sure, but I convinced her it would look even better on paper and it would help her get higher grades from her teacher if we could actually show a tangible result of the work she had put in. By ten o’clock we had our first print done, making it possible to have it dried and stapled by 10:30 when Sunshine was supposed to arrive.
One thing was sure, she was punctual. At precisely 10:30 she opened the door of the shop and walked in. I went up front, eager to finally meet this female in the flesh. She was the real embodiment of what they called her. Her hair, blonde with a touch of red in it, was long, all the way to just below her boobs, with a hairband in the same material as her long dress. On her nose was a huge pair of glasses. Her lips were color-coordinated with the nail polish applied to her fingernails I could see on her outstretched hand to greet me.
The dress she wore had a very flowery print mixed with peace signs, while the sleeves tapered out towards her hands. Over it, she wore a suede-leather vest with the bottom part cut into strips hanging loosely similar to those Indians wear in wild west movies. Her bare feet were encased in open-toe sandals with the nails painted in the same bright red as her fingernails.
“You must be Lew, I guess, going by Jada’s description, she said greeting me
“Yes indeed, very pleased to make your acquaintance Su…Miss Brooks.” Oh my God, I almost called her by her nickname, hopefully, she hasn’t noticed my slipup.
I had no such luck, “you can call me Sunshine if you wish, everybody else at school does.”
“I’m so sorry, but that was the name Jada always used when referring to you.”
“As I said no worries, I’m proud to be a hippy, but from what I was told, you too must be a flower child Lew.”
“I was indeed, I even went to the festival in Woodstock.”
“You did? Oh my God, I wished I’d been able to go at the time but unfortunately, I was too young.” That was a first hint to her real age if ever I heard one.
“Well, I was barely 20 when I went and it took a lot of time to convince my parents.”
“I can imagine, you must tell me all about it sometime.”
“If you want, although it was a long time ago and memories fade over the years. Why don’t you take a look at what Jada did in the present?”
“Yes you’re absolutely right, I guess Jada is very anxious to know if her project is acceptable.”
“I don’t know if she told you what the project was about?”
“She told me it involved nudity and something to do with a men’s magazine, so I’m very curious what exactly this is all about.”
“Allow me to give you the background; I have a customer who wants to surprise her husband with a fake men’s magazine where she is featured, so we had a full day photo session with her, she also provided most of the fake articles and we acquired some ads from local business friends of mine. Today, Jada made a first proof print and that is what she would like to show you once you have checked the electronic version. Let me take you to our computer room where Jada is on tenterhooks awaiting your visit.”
When we walked into the room, Jada was waiting for her teacher by the side of the computer screen, her hands demurely folded in front of her.
“Hello Jada, so this is where you’ve been doing all your work?”
“Yes Miss Brooks, Lew has helped me and I am learning a lot from him.”
“Excellent, let’s have a look at what you have put together. Lew told me there is a sample of the final product but suggested I first take a look at it on screen.”
Sunshine took the seat Jada had occupied before and began looking at the electronic version of the magazine. I hoped she wouldn’t be too critical, it was after all the first time we had put something like this together. I must admit I was as nervous about her reactions as Jada was. Scrolling through the different pages I heard her make, what I hoped, were approving noises but as I had never met her before it was difficult to judge. When she came to the centerfold she looked up at me.
“Did you take all the photos, Lew?”
“Yes ma'am, euh, actually no, Jada also participated partly in the BDSM session and one of her photos is also in the last part of the magazine.”
“Excellent, we’ll look at that later then, but for now, as far as I can remember you caught the model in exactly the same position as Marilyn Monroe in that iconic photo in Playboy magazine so many years ago, my compliments!”
“Thank you, that means a lot to me from a professional like yourself.”
“But you’re also a professional.”
“Yes and no, I only started late in life with my studio and I never went to a school like the one where you teach.”
“So you only started taking pictures of nude women when you openend the studio?”
“No, I was 28 the first time a woman modeled for me in the nude, I had taken some photos at Woodstock as you can imagine but those were just black and white snapshots of girls flashing their boobs. Aside from that I mainly photographed nature and animals at that time. But can I ask you a personal question?”
“You want to know if I ever posed in the nude for a photographer?”
“How did you guess?”
“Come on Lew, it’s staring me in the face, female nudity is your favored subject and I do hear things.”
“I wonder where you hear things?” I said looking at Jada who clearly avoided my eyes.
“Well if you want to know, Jada’s project was the main topic of discussion during this school year. It was the first time that female nudity was the main subject of an assignment. You can imagine the male students were most interested to help Jada, trying to get in on this project.”
“I hope none of the photos ended up in the hands of any of the other students because that could cost me a lot of money and probably my reputation.”
“I don’t know about the money but your reputation as a photographer of female nudity is now well-established in the school.”
“You must know I always draw up a contract with my models where I guarantee the privacy of their photos. There are some hefty fines for me if that contract is breached, so now you have me worried.”
“Stop worrying, Jada guarded the photos with her life, none of the students saw or could get their hands on any of them.”
“If none of the photos were seen by the other students how come that my reputation is known at school.”
“Just by word of mouth, the other students knew about Jada’s project and then started fantasizing as she didn't give any details.”
I turned to Jada and mouthed, “thank you.”
“I must say, from what I’ve seen so far, I’m impressed, now please show me the final product.”
Jada handed Miss Brooks the proof print. It did look convincing if I say so myself. It would look very nice between all the professional men’s magazines on display at the local newspaper shop.
Sunshine thumbed through it making lots of satisfied noises as she went. She took a lot of time when she got to the part with the BDSM stuff, I wondered if this was a special interest, or if she was merely trying to detect which photo was the one Jada took. When she was done she complimented Jada on the final result and confirmed that this would definitely give her good marks on the final report at the end of the school year.
To try to ensure her teacher would have a favorable impression, and hoping that she wouldn’t run out after 30 minutes, I had foreseen a lunch in my apartment. In the end, she had spent 2 hours going over all the details, even making some suggestions on how to make it look even more professional, so I could only hope that she would accept my invitation. I must admit I was intrigued by her; why does a woman remain a hippy all these years?
“Will you do me the honor to have lunch with me…Sunshine? I could tell you some more about my Woodstock experience if you wish.”
“If that isn’t too much trouble, yes I would like that, where shall we go?”
“I sort of hoped that you would say yes, so I have everything prepared upstairs in my place unless you insist on going somewhere outside?”
“No, if you’ve gone to the trouble of preparing lunch for me I’ll gladly follow you, besides I must admit I’m curious to see that apartment of which Jada can’t stop talking about how beautiful it is.”
“Has she been revealing all my secrets to you?” I said looking at Jada, who began to blush.
“No, no, she’s always very discreet, but she couldn’t stop raving about your roof garden.”
“I see, OK shall we go upstairs then? Will you join us, Jada?” I said looking at her while mouthing “NO!”
“No thank you, Lew, I have several errands to run and some more of my Christmas shopping, besides you will have a lot to talk about, especially if you want to tell Miss Brooks all about your adventures at Woodstock, and that was way before my time.”
“Don’t worry Jada, you go and have fun with your Christmas shopping, “thank you.” I mouthed giving her a wink.
I guided Sunshine to the apartment where she was duly impressed by my, at the current time, Winter roof garden.
“This is beautiful Lew, I can imagine it must be even more impressive in the Spring with all the flowers and everything.
“You must be a real flower power girl if you can imagine flowers with all the plants in Winter asleep now.”
“I’ve always been an avid practitioner of the free love movement, but it gets more and more difficult to find kindred souls.”
“So am I, for myself, I adapted the flower power movement's slogan, ‘Make Love not War’ into ‘Make Love not Babies’.”
“Yes that’s indeed wise, there are already more than enough people on the earth.”
After I had put all the food on the table we took our seats and began eating. I served a nice Chablis with the chef’s salad I had prepared, which she greatly appreciated.
“You never answered my question: you really being a flower power child, have you ever posed in the nude?”
“Yes I have, I was a nude model for the Academy of Arts for many years.”
“I see but also for photographers?”
“No, come to think of it I never posed for a photographer.”
“And you teach at a photography school?”
“Probably because of that, I wouldn't want any of my students taking pictures of me in the nude, it would completely ruin my authority, I still want to instill some respect in them.”
“Oh you’re the teacher they all fear and want to get good marks from?”
“It helps to bring out the best in them.”
“Would you dare to break this year-long reluctance to pose for a photographer?”
“In the nude you mean?”
“Yes of course in the nude, it’s my favorite attire for women when I photograph them.”
“Shouldn’t I sign a contract then or something?”
“Yes, of course, we definitely wouldn’t want photos of you in the nude floating on the internet, now would we?”
“I was wondering though, why the interest in photographing an overaged hippy?”
“Only when the overaged hippy looks as good as you.”
“Compliments and all - you keep surprising me.”
“If you’ve heard so much about me you must also know I do have a reputation of being able to talk women out of their clothes.”
“You don’t say? Yes, I’ve heard that rumor and also that you’re pretty good in the sack.”
“Wow, now you make me blush.”
“I don’t think you blush that easily anymore. Are you aware that you are known as the savior of lonely women of this village?”
“Noooo! Never, that’s a huge exaggeration.”
“Care to live up to your reputation?”
“How about your reputation? Are you really an overaged hippy, a true follower of the make love, not War movement?”
“Yes I am,” she replied while getting up from the table and slowly beginning to remove her leather vest. “Would you like me immediately in the buff or do you want to take pictures of the unveiling of a hippy?”
“No please take it slow, I want to savor and document every second of this happening.”
“You truly are a flower child, else you wouldn’t call it a happening.”
“Shall I put on some music?”
“I always like music, yes, what do you have in mind?”
“How about the songs from the musical Hair?”
“Couldn’t be more appropriate, go for it.”
I put on the LP ‘Don Kirshner Cuts Hair’, which started, very appropriately, with the song ‘Let the Sun Shine in’.
“You still have vinyl?”
“Yes, I prefer the sound of vinyl over digital or CD.”
“So do I,” she replied starting to sway to the music while she continued dancing and slowly pulling down the zipper of her flowing dress and revealing her naked back. No sign of a bra, I didn’t even see a slip when the zip was pulled down all the way to her asscrack.
When the back of the dress was completely open, she turned 180 degrees, faced me, grabbed the top of the dress at her shoulders, looked me in the eyes with a smoldering look, and ever so slowly pulled the dress forward off her shoulders slowly revealing her gorgeous naked body. I tried desperately to remain focused and keep clicking my camera, as I didn’t want any of this to go undocumented. When her boobs became visible I had an upsurge of blood in just that part of my body I wanted to keep under control.
She didn’t let the dress drop to the floor but let it slide down at a snail's pace, revealing her naked body inch by inch to the camera. When the dress was just below her pubes she let it drop to the floor. She looked stunning, she had remained true to the hippy image, showing a full bush; I wouldn’t call it red but it was darker than the hair on her head and more reddish. She even had hair in her armpits, which she demonstrated by lifting her arms, making her smallish but firm tits stand out proudly.
When the second song Air – Walking in Space on the album started she took steps in my direction in sync with the music, holding out her arms towards me. This was my cue to put my camera away and open my arms to hug her.
She whispered in my ear, “you really can talk a girl out of her clothes.”
I moved my face in front of hers and kissed her. She responded by opening her mouth and seeking entry to mine with her tongue. We continued kissing feverishly while her hands moved to my front where she began to undo the buttons of my shirt. It didn’t take her very long to remove it completely allowing us to have this most enticing skin-on-skin feeling. I felt her boobs and rock-hard nipples press against my chest. She was clearly as aroused by her striptease as I was. As she was not too big or heavy, I picked her up and her sandals fell from her feet. I carried her to the bedroom, placing her gently on the bed.
The next thing I did, before joining her, was to remove the remainder of my clothes. When I lowered my boxer shorts, my cock, already at full alert, jumped out. She gave a small sigh sticking her hands out grabbing it. When I crawled on my knees onto the bed she almost pulled me up by it. Halfway over her enticing body, I stopped, but she kept on pulling to make me continue my journey until my dick stood proud at the upper door of her body. She looked me in the eye and placed a tender kiss on the bulbous head. Her hands came up and she intertwined her fingers with mine, making it impossible for me to touch her anywhere. Then she opened the gates to heaven and slid her lips over the head, taking the foreskin down.
When she then moved up again her tongue came out, tentatively licking around the rim teasingly, making my dick grow even more. When she was done tickling the sensitive underside with the tip of her tongue she gobbled me up so I could finally enjoy the full pleasure of her heavenly mouth. She let go of my fingers and her hands now moved to my butt to pull me in even deeper than I already was. By now the record was playing the song of Hare Krishna and I felt young and Woodstocky all over again. If I wanted to fully enjoy her beautiful hippy body I urgently needed to pull out of this mesmerizing body hole of hers and get a taste of her myself.
Once I had pulled my cock out of her hot mouth I replaced it with my tongue sucking hers between my lips and exploring her further. After a complicated and arousing tongue dance together it was time to leave her cherry-red lips and snakelike tongue and explore her body further with my mouth and tongue. Starting from there, I began my journey south kissing my way down her throat and neck.
I knew from many of my previous encounters with women that their ears were usually very sensitive so I ventured back up to her earlobe and began sucking on it. She was not that much different from the other women I made love to, on the contrary when I moved my tongue to the area just behind her ear it enticed some serious moans from her lips. There is however only so much you can do to a woman’s ear and I wanted to explore the rest of her enticing naked body, so I moved my oral exploration further over her shoulder and collarbone towards one of the most enticing parts of the female body, her boobs.
They were not big, somewhere between an A and a B cup, I guessed, but firm, like the ones on a teenage girl. She sported cute small areolae, rather dark in color but with big same color rock hard nipples. They looked at least 3 quarters of an inch long. I just love small boobs with big nipples so I went to work on them, licking and sucking, trying to make them even bigger and harder than they already were. She clearly appreciated feeling my hot mouth and agile tongue working them, proof of which was her increased moaning.
“I love it when a man knows his way around my boobs, do you like them, they’re not too small?”
With a mouth full of tit flesh it was rather difficult to reply immediately, so I let go with my mouth but kept pinching them with my fingers, “your tits are stunning, just the right size and I love sucking on those big nipples of yours, so please allow me to continue enjoying them before I move to other enticing parts of your gorgeous hippy body.”
“Don’t let me hold you back, you make me feel so sexy.”
After spending another five to ten minutes on her boobs with both my mouth and fingers I began my descent towards her bushy pleasure garden. Along the way, I paid tribute to her enticing belly button painting saliva circles around it. As my journey continued I felt her grab a hold of my head to give me small nudges in the right direction depending on where she wanted me to pleasure her enticing body more or less. Finally arriving at my ultimate goal I put my hands behind her knees, pulled her legs up, and opened them as wide as they would go allowing me unrestricted access to that hippy pussy I’d been fantasizing about ever since Jada mentioned Sunshine to me.
It had been a while since I had the pleasure of playing around in a hairy pussy. If I remember correctly the last time was Grace’s pussy when I photographed her for the first time. The heady aroma and feel were arousing, it was like going back to nature and my youth when there was no such thing as shaved pussies. This was really the way nature had intended a pussy should look and feel. Crawling through her bush with my fingers aroused her more and more, releasing those tangy fluids, in abundance which make each pussy just that little bit unique in comparison to another. Even if she didn’t want to give me vocal proof of her mounting arousal her pussy betrayed her shamelessly.
When I let go of her legs she took over holding them open even wider than before urging me to dig in and taste her sensual juices. However, before I indulged my taste buds with her delicious ambrosia, I wanted to make sure there was plenty of it. From previous experience, I knew that it helps to first cool the entrance to enhance the pleasure, so I began to blow on her, by now extremely wet, snatch.
This resulted in a whispered comment I could barely hear, “Oh migod, it’s been so long since I felt a man’s mouth do such wonderful things to my needy little hole.”
After the cooling period, it was time to bring the temperature back up, but not yet to boiling point. I wanted to see and feel her squirt and it usually takes a woman a fairly long time to reach that level of arousal. Sliding my fingers over her snatch left them very wet indeed, which gave a good indication of her level on the orgasmic scale.
A more oral approach was in order so I snaked my tongue into her to begin tasting and eventually consuming her honey. As I already suspected she tasted divine: like some women are sperm addicts, I am a female juice aficionado. I was slowly becoming an expert on pussy juice, I could even associate some of the tastes to what they had eaten during the past few days and in this case, I distinctly tasted pineapple.
Of course, I wanted to know if I was right, so I mumbled, my mouth still very full of her furry slit, “did you eat much pineapple lately?”
“What?” she said.
I came up from between her legs and repeated my question.
“Uh, yes, it’s one of my most favorite fruits, you could say I’m addicted to it, why do you want to know?”
“You taste like pineapple.”
“Are you telling me that you can taste pineapple on my pussy?”
“Yes dear, it is just great, your taste is so sweet, if need be, I could drink from your fountain all day long.”
“Oh yes please, but if you keep that up I’ll be drowning you soon in pineapple juice,” she said with a grin.
“Not yet please I have so much in mind that I want to subject your body to before I will allow you to reach the ultimate peak.”
“I will certainly not stop you, but I can’t guarantee that I won’t cum any time soon, maybe you could allow me an intermediate small orgasm.”
“Would you like that?”
“Of course what a silly question, it will bring me back to my youth when I regularly had multiple orgasms in one session.”
Now that was a challenge I couldn’t resist, bringing her back the feelings of her youth, as she did mine. I immediately went to work on her pleasure bean at the top of her snatch while I began to stimulate her love tunnel with first one of my fingers quickly followed by a second one. I dug deep to reach the spongy tissue at the top of her vagina and began to make the stimulating come here movement on her G-spot. The result was almost immediate judging by the high-pitched exultations of pleasure emanating from between her upper lips. I also heard her breathing speed up and increase which was a clear sign of an approaching orgasm - I was not disappointed.
“Yes, ah, ah, ah, yes keep going, keep going, I loooooove it, yes, eys, aaaaaah,” was about all that she could say while I felt her pussy clamp down on my fingers and she let go of her legs and grabbed my arms and squeezed them. When she let go of them I moved up and positioned myself between her legs, my cock pointing at the trigger that would give her the multiple orgasms she craved. Even though she was still in the midst of the orgasm I had given her with my fingers and tongue she immediately grasped what my goal was. Her feet moved over my lower back and crossed while she grabbed my dick with her hand and guided it to the entrance of the magic grotto between her legs, rubbing the head over her extremely wet labia.
All I had to do was shove it into her glory station, which didn’t take any effort whatsoever with all the juices that were constantly flowing out of her. When I reached the bottom she again began to moan, her lips forming the sweetest whimpers like a little puppy. When I started pumping in and out of her she assisted with her hands on my butt directing the best rhythm for her. To make sure I didn’t crush her, I supported myself on my knees and with my hands on each side of her shoulders. Every time I went down she pushed her pelvis up to ensure the deepest possible penetration. After about ten minutes of pumping, I started to get tired and needed a different position to keep her orgasms going so I pulled out and asked her if she was OK with some doggy-style fucking.
“Oh yes, I was hoping you’d ask me that. I love to be taken like a bitch in heat, but only in my pussy please, I don’t like anal play.”
Obliging as I always try to be, I shoved my slippery dick in her love hole and stayed away from the dark side. This position also gave me the opportunity to play some more with her lovely titties and milk her very large nipples. I’d never seen such big nipps on any woman I had ever had sex with before, and I wondered if she would allow me to put some sort of clamps on them. On reflection, I realized I already had the ‘no’, so perhaps I could get the ‘yes’ if I dared to ask.
“What do you think about combining pain with pleasure?” I asked innocently.
“What do you mean pain with pleasure? Are you talking about just spanking with your hands or more hard stuff like flogging or even real SM whipping or needles?”
“No, not hard SM, I can’t really imagine women like that, but some harder stimulation of say your nipples and yes also the occasional slap on your butt.”
“That would be OK, I love it when my nipples are pinched, you’ve been rather gentle with them this far. So what would you like to try?”
“Can I also restrain you?”
“You mean like tie me up with ropes or handcuff me?”
“Yes.”
“I wouldn’t mind, I think I can trust you to not maim me.”
“No, I would never do something like that.”
“Where does this come from all of a sudden?”
“Well I’m a member of a BDSM club and I need to practice as I’m still a novice.”
“I see and where is this club?”
“In my cellar.”
“What - in your cellar?”
“Yes, the local BDSM club has their clubhouse in my cellar under the studio.”
“No way…! Really?”
“Again yes, and while I’m confessing, Jada is my sub.”
“She is?”
“Yes.”
“Now I begin to understand some of the remarks that Jada made and how she knows so much about this BDSM stuff, and exactly what does that involve her being your sub?”
“We sometimes play at the club and she allows me to practice Shibari on her.”
“Shibari? What the hell is Shibari?”
“It’s the art of bondage, tying people up and artfully and suspending them.”
“I see, you want to tie me up and suspend me from the ceiling?”
“No, not exactly, that would take us too long and too far, I was more thinking about some nipple play, and yes restrain you on the bed, not in the air, and while you’re restrained force you to have a few orgasms.”
“Doesn’t sound too painful, I never found orgasms painful in any way.”
“So do you agree?”
“Not so fast, don’t I need to sign another contract or something?”
“No of course not, your word is your bond in this case.”
“OK then you can tie me up and make me orgasm, this is something I didn’t even have on my bucket list, but now that you brought it up I definitely want to experience it.”
“Great, I’ll get the gear and we can proceed, mind you it may also involve a gag.”
“You mean something in my mouth so I can’t say anything anymore?”
“Yes.”
“Could we skip that I don’t like to be shut up, don’t forget I’m a teacher and speaking is a big part of my life.”
“OK we can skip the gag, but mind you I may not always do what you ask me to do immediately, so I need a safeword from you.”
“Safeword, what is that, again something from the BDSM dictionary?”
“Yes, a safeword is used when a sub, in this case, that would be you, needs to indicate to the Master, me, to stop everything immediately because it is too much to bear or too painful, so what would be yours?”
“As we’re in the hippy period can it be hair?”
“Yes sounds good, so if for any reason you want me to stop doing what I’m doing to you, just shout out ‘hair’. Maybe a word of warning, when we start it may feel painful when I put something on you but give your body a few seconds to adjust to the feeling, remember when you lost your virginity, the pain was probably excruciating, but after a short, while you felt great.”
“Yes I remember, I was trying to push him off me right after he broke my hymen but he kept pounding me, and then after a short while it began to feel great, so is this going to feel like losing my virginity all over again?”
“Not exactly but you could compare it with that feeling. Let me get my gear out.”
“I thought you already had your gear out,” she said pointing at my swinging cock.
“You know what I mean,” I replied going over to one of the cupboards in my bedroom opening a drawer and removing 4 ropes, a couple of clothespins I wanted to use on her nipples, a flogger, a battery-operated Magic Wand, and a single Wartenberger wheel. With these tools, I could probably keep her busy for a while.
Getting back to the bed I attached one of the ropes to her right ankle and secured it to one corner of the bed. The left side followed leaving her with wide-spread legs and her cunt nicely displayed on the bed with the pussy lips slightly open.
“Well I won’t be going anywhere soon, I guess,” she commented.
“I need to inform you that subs are not allowed to speak unless they’re asked a direct question and if they then reply they always address the person in charge as Master. Disobeying that rule may result in corporal punishment,” while I said that I showed her the flogger, she immediately closed her mouth, her lips pressed tightly together but with a big smile on her face as if I had told a joke.
Next were her hands which needed to be secured to the upper corners of the bed leaving her in an enticing spread-eagle position, totally open for my greedy fingers to play with all her enticing female goodies. During all this talk and handling her arousal had gone down so to get it back up to the required temperature before I took her to the next level that would involve some pain. I began to slide my fingernails very lightly over the inside of her upper arms tickling her, trying to find the spots that were the most ticklish on her body.
By the time I reached her armpits, she was squirming like crazy, having problems keeping from laughing out loud. From her armpits I moved my fingers down towards her abdomen, tickling the side of her ribcage which was nicely expanded due to her position and her squirming while taking deep breaths. The area at the bottom of her ribcage, just above her hips was, like with most women, also a very ticklish spot, I gave that some extra attention with my fingernails. From there I moved upward again in the direction of her twin fun bags where I began running circles around them again just using my fingernails coming closer and closer to her nipples which I saw growing almost to a full inch. The rhythm of her breathing had already increased, but not to a level I wanted to take her before administering the clothespins to her tender, but also rock-hard nipps.
Leaving her boobs I picked up the magic wand, switched it on low, and applied it to her snatch, she began to moan, but when she looked into my eyes she immediately stopped, probably afraid that this was not allowed either, and would entail some kind of punishment. I reassured her that these noises were not regarded as speaking, on the contrary, they would give me a good indication of her level of arousal. She gave me a grateful smile, which I guessed would soon disappear when I applied the first clothespin to one of her sensitive nipps. But first I wanted to play with the Wartenburg wheel on her body.
Although they are also very sensitive to tickling, I had, up till now, stayed away from her feet and legs but that would soon change after I picked up the wheel. I did so keeping it more or less hidden from her and applying it to the sole of her right foot. She began to squirm immediately not fully understanding what was happening. It felt ticklish and yet it also stung a bit. I moved over her instep towards her calves, then up to her knee where I switched to her inner thighs upward to the crease where her leg met her mound, then over her pubis and back down the other side. As she was flat on her back and restrained, it was very difficult if not impossible for her to see what was creating all these sensations. The second time I came back up and reached the top of her pussy I couldn’t resist going down over the outside of her lips to her perineum and back up on the other side.
To no longer keep her in suspense I moved on over her abdomen, directly towards her boobs, where I made a few circles around one of the nipples before finally going directly over it, pushing that little bit harder to make her feel the sting. She looked at it with big eyes, trying to make out what it was that I was using on her naked body.
“I guess you’re wondering what it is I’m using to stimulate your body. Do you want me to tell you and show it to you?”
“Yes…please…Master.”
“Excellent, you make a very good sub, addressing me right away in the correct manner. What I’m playing on your body with is a Wartenburg wheel, this is a single one, but they also exist in multiple wheel varieties; it tickles but also stings a bit as the points are very sharp. Let me make you feel it on your cheek. You may react verbally if you wish.”
When I rolled over her cheek applying some serious pressure, she immediately reacted.
“Auwch!”
“If applied very hard, it could break the skin, but that is something we always try to make sure doesn’t happen.”
“To make it a bit more thrilling for you I’m gonna put a blindfold over your eyes.”
“NO! please…Master.”
“That was not a question requiring an answer so I’ll think about an appropriate punishment while I put this blindfold on,” which I immediately started to do. To find a way to punish her was easy, but it made it more exciting for her to assume I had to think this over, I was just going to swat her with the flogger a couple of times. But first I wanted to try the clothespins on her still very hard long nipples.
I started by licking the right one and then sucked it deep into my mouth, taking a large part of her tit inside as well, making the whole thing nice and wet - she moaned hard. When I let go I opened the clothespin put it over the nipple and slowly let it close. At first, the pinch was minimal but as I let it close more and more the pain set in. She inhaled deeply and held her breath, thrusting her chest out a lot further than before. She didn’t react in any other way, probably afraid I might punish her more.
When I put my tongue to her left boob, she let go of all the air in her chest trying to get away from me, but that didn’t help of course. I also sucked this one again into my mouth with a big chunk of breast flesh and applied the second clothespin to it, this time letting it close a bit faster. Again there was a sharp intake of breath. She looked stunning with her chest expanded and her back arching without giving a peep. After that I let her simmer for a couple of minutes before I began to torture her again. When she began to move, even trying to see through the blindfold, the time was ripe to move on to the next challenge, the punishment.
I picked up the flogger and swished it through the air coming closer to her abdomen with every pass. From her reaction, it was clear that she felt the air displacement from the flogger on her body every time I came a bit closer. She pulled her stomach in as hard as she could trying to escape the hit she expected to happen any second now. But where is the fun in that? I quickly changed direction and first made contact with her right inner thigh. That resulted in another sharp intake of breath.
I shouted, “1,…9 to go!” No reaction. The next hit was on her stomach and I continued counting without mentioning the ones left to come. The first mention was only for dramatic effect. I continued hitting her body in different spots, her pussy, her boobs her thighs a few times. As I went along, her skin began to glow, her pussy began to flow and she began to moan harder. After the ten swats, I put the flogger down and picked up the magic wand again switching it on a little higher than before, and began sliding it all over her snatch ending up on her pleasure bean where I put it on maximum. That got her juices flowing, she let out a growl and then began purring like a cat in heat.
I gave her a warning that she was not allowed to cum without my approval. She responded by shaking no with her head.
“If you cum without approval I’ll have to give you 20 more swats with the flogger, your choice!”
“MMMmmmmmmhhhmmmm,” was all she responded, clearly afraid to use words and hoping I wouldn’t count her reaction as words, which of course I didn’t.
When I saw from her bodily reaction that she really was on the verge of orgasming I stopped the wand. Time for the final touch which should bring her an orgasm she would remember for a long time.
“It is time for your wax treatment,” I said. Again she shook no with her head.
“What is the problem sub, what do you have against a wax treatment, lots of women pay top dollar for such treatment at the local beauty parlor.”
“Do you want to remove hair from my body using hot wax?”
“You said the word hair, do you want me to stop?”
“No, I want an answer.”
“Do you trust me?”
“Yes but…!”
“No, buts, either you trust me or you don’t.”
“OK, I trust you.”
“Good, you’ll love it. I know what I’m talking about. What I’m about to do to you, I did many years ago to myself and it gave me an orgasm I still remember today. Again a little warning, it may sting at first, but there will be no permanent damage to your body. I couldn’t live with myself if I were to harm that gorgeous body of yours. I’ll start with the blindfold on and as we progress I will remove it so you can see for yourself there will be no permanent markings on your body, now lie very still.”
I added the last part to instill some fear in her, making her think that if she moved she could be marked forever. Again I kept her focused by removing the clothespins from her nipples. When I removed the first one there was a sharp intake of breath as the blood rushed back in. I reduced the pain by taking the precious nubbin in my mouth and going over it with my tongue. The second one got the same pleasurable treatment. I heard her sigh in relief but her nipps stayed hard as nails and pointed straight to the ceiling. I let her relax for a bit so that the surprise of the first wax sting would have maximum effect.
I lit two red candles, red wax spots on a naked body are always that bit more dramatic than white ones. I took my time before I brought the first candle with some molten wax over her body, tipped it, and let a drop fall on one of her boobs. She shrieked out also taking lots of air thus pushing her boobs out even more as if to invite me to continue which I gladly did with the other candle on her other boob. This time she kept fairly quiet but still took a deep breath. Now that the first drips had hit her body, I began to systematically release more over her abdomen, getting closer and closer to her flowing pussy. Just before I was about to drop one on her clit I yanked the blindfold off her eyes which made her blink, of course, having been in the dark for a while. She looked straight into my eyes and I saw her body tense up as the drop of hot wax hit her clit.
She didn’t care anymore about the rules of not speaking and shouted out; “Oh my Gawd, yes, yes AAAAAHHHHH, YES, YES, AAAAAAAAAHHHHAAAAA…”
I let a few more drops fall on her pussy to keep her orgasm going and go it did, she was squirting like a fountain, thrashing about on the bed, arching her back, kicking her legs up and down. She was going to be sore tomorrow tensing all those muscles she doesn’t use that often. I quickly untied her wrists and ankles after which she curled up in a fetal position, still shivering, shaking, and panting like a steam engine. I spooned her and put my arms around her shivering body. It took a good five minutes for her to calm down. When she finally did she turned around and looked me in the face. Without uttering a word she kissed me holding my head with both of her hands. When she stopped kissing me she looked straight into my eyes again.
“Oh my God Lew that was unbelievable, that was indeed the mother of all orgasms. I can imagine that if you did something similar to yourself you must also have had this earthshattering experience, why and how did you come to do it?”
“It’s a long story, but it was a time I masturbated a lot and I had seen this in a porn movie and I wanted to try it to see what effect it had on me. I had brought myself to the brink of an orgasm and then lit the candle and let a drop of hot wax drop on the head of my penis and I came like I’d never cum before in my life. I tried it several times later but the effect was never that intense again.”
“I can imagine, thank you for giving me this experience and sharing your story with me.”
“Would you like a shower now?”
“Yes please, will you join me?”
“Absolutely wouldn’t miss it for the world. Do you have any other appointments this evening?”
“No, I’m as free as a bird.”
“Would you do me the honor of having dinner with me then?”
“Yes of course I’d love to.”
“Great, let’s shower.”
I took her by the hand and guided her to the bathroom. I turned on the water and we entered the walk-in shower once it reached the right temperature. I grabbed a bottle of shower gel and squirted a generous amount over her boobs and back, after which I began to wash her with my hands. From the noises she made she was clearly enjoying the treatment. When I was done she did the same to me, giving extra attention to my cock, which had gone down a bit, though she remedied that immediately, bringing it back to full mast with her nimble hands.
“You get hard so easily,” she said looking me in the eyes. “Oh my God, but you haven’t cum yet have you?”
“No.”
“I urgently need to do something about that, certainly after the earth-shattering orgasms you gave me.”
She dropped to her knees and gobbled up my freshly washed cock, taking it immediately deep in her mouth. I put my hands on her shoulders for support and let the feelings produced by her agile tongue wash over me like the hot water of the shower. From our earlier games, I knew she was good, what am I saying she was masterful. In no time at all, she had me on the brink of a powerful orgasm but if I wanted to keep up my image of the savior of lonely women in the village I needed to make her cum again, and not fill her mouth but her pussy with my cum so I pulled out resulting in a dissatisfied groan.
I pulled her up, turned her, grabbed her hands, and placed them high on the wall she was now facing. She immediately understood what I wanted her to do, opened her legs as wide as they would go on the slippery floor, and pushed her ass out making it easy for me to enter her wet pussy from behind.
And wet it was, not only from the shower water but from her juices which were again flowing profusely. This also allowed me to put my hands on her tits making her nipples pebble up again so I could squeeze them between my thumb and index finger. Once I got them rock hard I grabbed her hips and began the traditional in/out movement.
“I’m coming again she wailed,” her voice high and thick with pleasure while her pussy exuded liquid heat.
“Yes, so am I, where do you want my donation?” I whispered in her ear.
“In my pussy, deep in my pussy, please,” she cried out in a high-pitched exultation of pleasure.
That was all the information I needed to let go and fill that tight crevice between her legs with my liquid heat. It’s good to give a woman an orgasm she appreciates so much. A few last orgasmic shivers ran through both of us as we came down from our joint high. I turned her again and we kissed passionately. I suggested turning off the water before we pruned up. Stepping out of the shower I handed her a fluffy bathrobe and donned one myself. We both began to rub each other dry and returned to the living room where we dropped completely exhausted on the sofa.
“So where would you like to go for dinner?” I asked her.
“I don’t know, The Deerhunter, or what other places do you know in the neighborhood?” She suggested
“I don’t think we will be able to get a table there, I always had to book one well in advance.”
“Do you really want to go, there?”
“It is the best in the area.”
“OK let’s go then.”
“OK, but I don’t think they’ll let us in without a reservation.”
“You wanna bet?” she said, a toothy smile on her face.
“What do you mean, bet? No way you can get a table there on such short notice.”
“OK, yes way, I can always get a table at The Deerhunter, my sister works there and she always finds a way for me, even if we have to sit in the kitchen.”
“That would be a novelty, dinner in the kitchen of The Deerhunter.”
“You want me to make the call?”
“Yes, by all means, I would really like to experience that.”
She got up, picked up the phone, and dialed, she knew the number by heart, so I could only assume the story about her sister was correct.
“Hi, Claire, any chance of a table tonight, preferably in the kitchen, for me and a friend?” I heard someone responding but couldn’t understand the words, “what time do you want to go Lew?”
“Euh is seven or even a bit earlier possible?”
“Did you hear Claire?” Again a lengthy, undecipherable response from the other side, “no, no he’s a friend of one of my students…yes, you’ll meet him tonight…OK, thanks.”
“We’re OK for 6:30 and need to leave latest at 9:30, but I guess that’s more than enough time to have a nice meal.”
“This proves again what I’ve always been saying, it’s not what you know but who you know, and clearly you know the right person to get the impossible done at The Deerhunter.”
“You heard she is very keen to meet you, so you better be on your best behavior tonight.”
“Haven’t I been all day dear?” I said with a huge smile.
“And before I forget please don’t give her the idea that we’re an item.”
“Why, does she want you off the streets?”
“You have no idea, she’s been bugging me for years, ever since my old boyfriend passed away.”
“Oh, and when was that?”
“Some fifteen years ago.”
“Was it a long relationship?”
“We were school sweethearts, both of us very much into the hippy movement. Unfortunately, he was a bit too much into the recreational hallucinogenics and overdosed one day.”
“I see and why does your sister want you in the saddle again?”
“She thinks I’m lonely, but I’m far from it, I’ve got my students who keep me young and very busy, I never have a dull moment.”
“Is your sister younger or older than you?”
“She’s 7 years younger.”
“So that makes her what 42, 43?”
“Fishing for my age are you?”
“No, no I wouldn’t dare.”
“If you must know I’m 52, the same age as your girlfriend Grace.”
“Really? So you know Grace too?”
“Of course, well if you’re referring to Grace the local realtor, we were school buddies.”
“Yes that’s the Grace I’m talking about, so wow, small world, and for the record, I’m not Grace’s boyfriend, we’re just friends…”
Interrupting me she added, “with benefits.”
“If you want to put it that way, OK yes, but then the same would apply to Maggy from the travel agency, and don’t tell me you know her as well.”
“Of course, I know her, another one from the same school, Oh my God, you really are the remedy for single middle-aged women in this town.”
“Thanks for calling me a remedy.”
“You know what I mean silly.”
“Yes I do and I hope that I’ve brightened up your middle-aged life today?”
“Yes, you have, and thanks for that.”
“OK, could I brighten up your life further with a glass of champagne while we wait to go to dinner?”
“By all means, I love bubbly.”
“Yeah me too and in more ways than just one. ”Oops, maybe I said too much, hopefully, she didn’t catch on.”
“Oh do tell.” “Christ she did, now I’ll have to tell her about the Italian trick.”
“It’s a private experience I’m referring to.” “Hopefully she won’t push me to reveal the secret.”
“Come on Lew, after what we’ve been through how private can it be, does it involve sex?... It does, doesn’t it, come on spill!”
“If you absolutely must know, yes it does involve sex.”
“Continue, don’t keep me in suspense.”
“A very old Italian friend of mine once performed this trick on me, whereby she took a mouthful of champagne and then gave me a blowjob with it.”
“Wow, that must have had a stunning effect.”
“It does indeed, the cold of the champagne combined with the bubbles sends you soaring on the orgasmic waves.”
I can imagine, I wonder what it would do if you got champagne in your pussy, if the effect would be the same?”
“I caution you to never do this, I tried that once but it ended up in a disaster with a partner with a burning pussy and not because of her arousal.”
“You did or still have a very adventurous sex life don’t you?”
“I can’t complain and I try to keep it fresh…”
“With younger women I guess?”
“No not necessarily with younger women, but by trying to learn new things.”
“Like the BDSM stuff you mentioned that you were a novice at?”
“You remembered me mentioning that.”
“Of course, I hang on to your every word.”
“I’d better start to be more careful then about what I tell you.”
“No, no I love every minute of it, I haven’t had this much fun in months. I can’t discuss sex with my students and most of the other teachers of my age already regard me as a weirdo so not much interaction there either.”
“And you keep doing it, teaching I mean.”
“Yes, I couldn’t live without my students, they’re the ones keeping me young.”
“Maybe we should get dressed again and slowly make our way to the restaurant, we certainly don’t want to keep your sister waiting. Does she have a partner by the way?”
“Why? Do you want to make a move on her? Get her to pose in the nude for you maybe?”
“Well if she looks half as good as you, I would definitely like to give it a try.”
“You might even succeed, she was always the more adventurous one of us, and no she doesn’t have a partner.”
“Did you now give me the challenge to talk your sister out of her clothes in front of my camera?”
“Challenge? That’s not a challenge, it would be more of a challenge to get her to keep her clothes on.”
“Seriously? Is she that eager to show off her naked body?”
“Yes, she’s also the one who convinced me to model, in the nude, at the academy for the art students.”
“Now I can’t wait to meet her.”
“Trust me she feels the same, and if you play your cards right you could end up in the dream of many a man, a threesome.”
“That’s a tall order for a man my age.”
“Not from what I’ve heard from Grace.”
“Are there no secrets left in this village anymore?”
“Not when it concerns the village photographer and the old schoolmates club.”
“OK don’t keep me on tenterhooks anymore, let’s move, I want to meet that sister of yours.”
We got in my car and I drove us to The Deerhunter. When we arrived, somebody was already waiting at the door to greet us. I knew the restaurant only opened at 7 so we really were privileged guests. I opened the door on the passenger side to allow Daniele to get out, I even held out my hand to support her. She gave me a knowing smile as if she wanted to say,“ excellent Lew, this is exactly what I meant by being on your best behavior.”
As we approached the door, it was as if I was looking at Danielle, Claire was the spitting image of her sister, just a bit younger.
“Lew, this is my sister, Claire, Claire this is Lew, an acquaintance of mine.”
“Pleasure to meet you, Lew, you’re the village photographer I understand, I’ve seen you here before a couple of times haven’t I?”
“Yes you have, I remember you though I had no idea you were Danielle’s sister. Jada, her student who works part-time for me, never mentioned that her teacher had a sister.”
“She probably doesn’t know her Lew,” Danielle replied.
“So welcome back to The Deerhunter, please come in, I’ll show you to your special table in the kitchen.”
“I had no idea I could book a table in the kitchen, do you often get this kind of request?”
“No, not very often but it happens, only very regular patrons do it when they want a very private dinner with a special guest.”
“You mean someone having an illicit affair?”
“Not necessarily, sometimes it’s a very delicate business negotiation that requires the utmost secrecy. We usually let the guest enter via the backdoor but in your case, that was not required and the restaurant is still closed so there is nobody here aside from the staff.”
She took us through the door where I’d seen the waiters or waitresses bring the food in or take the dirty dishes away. In a corner, a cute round little table was nicely set for two, even with a lit candle. A bottle of bubbly was already set beside it in a cooler. It reminded me of the scene in the animated movie “Lady and the Tramp”; no need to say who the tramp was in this setting.
There was no doubt in my mind Claire was on a mission to couple her older sister with an eligible man. Who knows, maybe she wanted to be a bridesmaid at her sister’s wedding. She may well have to forget about that, certainly, after the chat I had had with Sunshine on marital bliss and boyfriends. I’m sure that Sunshine will enjoy all the fuss, even if afterwards she will have to disappoint her sister. In my book, she made it clear to her sister from the beginning, by introducing me as an acquaintance.
As always the food was superb, it was even greater fun and tasted even better to see it prepared live almost under our noses. With every dish, the chef came by to see if everything was perfect and to hear what we thought of it. We weren’t given a menu at the beginning - we were told that everything would be specially prepared for us. Later, when the meal was at its end the chef came a last time to our table for a final review, pushing us to tell him exactly what our opinion was on the different dishes we had had the pleasure to taste.
He insisted we hold nothing back. When we gave our opinion he even made notes. Once done I couldn’t resist asking why it seemed like we were being “grilled” on the taste and quality of the food. He admitted that he was preparing for the year-end dinners and wanted to try out several new dishes, and he was using us as one of the test panels. He thanked us, apologizing for having shanghaied us, and gave us a free bottle of wine. I could see he’d done his homework and knew his customers very well, as he offered me a bottle of Gevrey Chambertin, my favorite Burgundy.
Of course, when I took Sunshine home I gave it to her. She insisted that I should visit her in one of the coming weeks to enjoy it together. I sure would, and when I took my leave she kissed me passionately, giving me hope that when I visited her I would also be invited to enjoy her glorious body again. Who knows, her eager sister Claire might even be there as well treating me to the threesome Sunshine alluded to, one can always hope. Just before closing her door, she mentioned that the men's magazine Jada and I had produced was approved, securing Jada’s move to the next school year. After all, that had been the main reason for her visit to the shop.