Boys were important to me. Men even more so. I was now really getting to know the difference. Bill, and Mr. M were men and approached things somewhat differently than all the other boys I knew. Rather than being distressed or depressed by the bi-sexual nature of my recent exploits, I was pleased. Pleased to realize that it didn't bother me. Pleased to know that I didn't really care if it bothered anyone else. I knew both could make me very happy. I was also proud of the fact that both found me attractive. I liked the way I looked. I'd worked hard to look this way and planned to look even better through fitness and style. I wasn't going to be young and wild forever so I determined then that I would work hard to keep it together for as long as I could. Thinking of how my Mom was often approached by men half her age gave me some confidence for the future.
As all these wonderful thoughts buzzed happily in my sleepy head, I could hear the crunch of the gravel under the tires as Ms. Baxter pulled her car into the road leading to the house. We had one day left and then it would all be over and we would be on our way home. And me, to a new life as well. How cool.
"Baby, wake up. We're home," came Billy's soft advice. "Come on, you and Bart can go up to bed for a couple of hours."
"O.K., but what about some breakfast? I'm pretty hungry," I said as I rubbed my eyes and began to stretch, still spread naked across the seat and her lap. Jen and Chris began to stir up front with Ms. Baxter too.
"Tell you what Lani. You go upstairs and get in bed and I'll bring you up some fruit to hold you over. Then we'll all get up, have a real breakfast, hit the surf for a couple of hours and then chill out for the rest of the day. Besides we got to get this place cleaned up and get out of here by six so my Dad can bring his clients up for drinks and dinner." Billy said in the take charge voice I so loved. After all it was the tone that got me here.
"Sure Billy, fine. What about you? Grab something for you to eat too," I replied as I bounded up the stairs pulling Bart by the hand.
"No, I think I'll just stay down here with Latticia and show her around a bit," Billy said coyly.
I just laughed and kept going.
Three steps and a swan dive on to the bed, flipping over on to my back on the bounce and stretching like a cat diagonally across the sheets. God, it felt so great. Bart stood in the door and just watched me.
"Come here," I told him. "Take off all your clothes, come to bed, and whatever you do, don't go to sleep."
In a couple of seconds he had stripped down to a pair of boxers, with a lovely bulge in the front, and sat beside me on the bed awkwardly.
"What gives?" I asked. "I've been naked for the past six or seven hours and you're sitting there in your boxers. I don't think so!" I sprang up and began to pull at his shorts. After a bit of a tussle I had them off and had a firm grip on a very hard cock. I had rolled him over on his back and was sitting atop him and just began to kiss him madly. Without a doubt a week's worth of lust for cock was welling up and taking over. This was great and sure not to be confused with love. I needed to be fucked by a man, and now.
"I just want you to fuck my brains out as hard and as often as you can, and right now," I said with the slyest smile and the hottest look.
He pushed me down onto my back and propped himself up at my side.
"Lani," he said in a near whisper, "what is it about the whipping that is such a turn on for you?"
Touching one finger to his lips I asked him, "Do you want to talk to me, or fuck me? After today you may not see me again for a long time, and when you do I may not be in the mood to be fucked or whipped by you." Then singing the tune from the great Meat Loaf song I asked him, "What's it going to be boy, yes or no?"
Happily he got the idea, and as he moved up on top of me I again grabbed his dick gently and caressed it as it grew even thicker and very hard. I opened my legs wide for him and felt the tip of his cock nudge against my pussy. This was going to be good! He grabbed my hands and swung them over my head pinning them at the wrists to the bed.
"So, do you want me as your lover or your slave girl?"
"How about both?"
"Go for it!"
He did and I helped as I guided his rock hard and pulsing cock towards my wet clit. As he slid into me, I arched to meet him. He felt so good, so strong as he pushed hard into me. I could feel myself opening to welcome him and then squeeze him as hard as I could. Without a word he began to drive - and drive me hard into the bed. I rose to meet him each time and my strength was spurred by his strong thrusts and his rhythmic low groaning to allow me to lift him right off the bed and hold him momentarily in the air before he would begin to pull out and we would meet again so that I would take all of him into me. Feeling his cock slamming well up into me he would whisper "Lani" on each of his pounding drives. What a wonderfully violent and passionate pairing we were. For what seemed like hours we pounded at each other. And he kept my hands imprisoned over my head, just as if he were fucking a tied up slave girl. That night just kept getting better and better.
In some things experience does indeed count. And fucking sure is one of them. Especially when experience is matched with vigor, strength and wild enthusiasm. Not only did I have a series of several great orgasms, but I also learned new positions that I had never even dreamed of, let alone tried. I'd been fucked missionary style, perfect for boys at Pali, a school founded by missionaries; doggy style, and all kinds of sideways. The lap job, rolled up on my shoulders, and in a sort of handstand off the edge of the bed were great and took me to new heights of sexual excitement, abandon and exhaustion. Every time we came I would reach for his cock and soon it would be stiffening all over again. Sometimes I went down on him and tasted my own juices mixing with his. And best of all while I had a good big mouthful of hard cock, Bart's fingers would roam all over me, finding my welts and digging at them, making them burn and sting again. At last I took him all the way in my mouth and just loved the way the thick creamy spunk splashed out so strongly I had to take my mouth away and bathe my face in it instead.
Finally, covered with sweat and almost unable to breathe we surrendered together and collapsed in a heap on the floor next to the bed and fell asleep with me lying on top of him and Bart looking like a man the cops should be drawing a chalk line around. The next thing I heard was Billy sounding like somebody beating on a trashcan.
"Get up you slut. We got to get in a last surf for the week. It's only about two to three feet, but it's glassy and it's getting late. Must be nearly ten."
Chapter Twenty Four
I gave Bart a big brotherly hug and a kiss that was a bit too intense for a brother, hopped up and flew out the door.
"Come on stud, let's hit the waves," I shouted happily as I headed down the stairs.
"Wait, wait. I got to talk to you before you go out!" he pleaded from the door.
"Can't it wait? I really need to get in the water."
"No, it can't. Lani, I got to get going. I have a flight to New York at three this afternoon. I have to leave," he said with a genuine sadness in his voice.
"Oh, I see," I said as I started back up the stairs.
"I hate to leave, but I have to get back to work."
"Ugh, a job. Never considered it, or that you would be leaving," I said honestly.
"Is that a problem for you?"
"Well, yeah, I really like you and hoped that you'd be around a lot more."
"Will you wait until I come back for you?" he asked with puppy dog eyes.
"No way!"
"What kind of an answer is that?"
"Truthful. What do you mean wait for you? We just had a night of great sex. You know darn well we are not lovers."
He interrupted, "Well we made love all night didn't we, doesn't that make us lovers?"
"No," I said sweetly, aware that his feelings were hanging out about ten miles, "we had a night of great sex. We wer
e fucking, not making love. They are not the same thing." I touched his cheek gently, "fucking, even great fucking, does not mean we were necessarily making love."
"But I don't want to lose you, Lani. You are so wonderful."
"Hold on, I really like you. I hope you don't think I would spend a great night like last night and end up fucking my brains out all the next morning with somebody I didn't really like. But listen honey, you can't lose me, because you never owned me."
"But I whipped you last night. And, well, to tell you the truth, I think I sort of went crazy last night. I really can't imagine ever whipping you or anyone like that ever again."
"Then, you don't have any chance with me. You obviously don't know who and what I am. So, I guess this is goodbye. See 'ya," I said coldly and headed out.
"Wait. Don't go," he begged. "Don't you see, it is because I love you that I can't do such a thing."
I just kept going down the stairs as I told him "You can't love me if you don't know me. Thanks for the great fucking... and the whipping last night. That was what I liked about you. You had the passion to push all my buttons. Now you are afraid of it, so, as we say, Aloha."
He bounded down after me, grabbed me and spun me around toward him. "No, wait, really, I want to know you, it is just that I can't believe that you really like it, or that I could again."
I pulled myself free of him and bounded away, "Then we're wasting our time! Take care and enjoy your vanilla life. It's part of me, it is who I am and if you can't understand that then we have zero future."
"I don't believe that you are really like that."
I stopped and looked back at him. I don't know why, but something about this guy made me want to keep him as a boyfriend, and to show him the real me, the new me.
"Then let me prove to you who and what I am, and let me prove to you what you are."
"I know who I am," he shot back.
"No you don't, you stupid bastard. I saw you last night. You got off on it and you fucking well know it. You couldn't even keep count. Then you eat me out in front of a crowd. Sure, it had no impact on you. You can't lie. You fucking well loved it. You say you got to get going. Well, give me an hour of your time and I'll prove to you who we both are."
"How?" he asked sort of dumbfounded.
"Simple. A nice farewell whipping. When we are done either you will be right, or I will. If it's you, then goodbye forever. If I am, and I know I am, then it's merely goodbye for now, and you will be back. I won't be waiting for you. But I'll be here and you will always be welcome. So, if you really think you love me, are you brave enough to find out?" I asked with a seductive tone and look.
"O.K. I want to find out. I'll do it."
"That's more like it," and I ran and gave him a hug and very hot kiss.
With some instruction he was able to get me back in the position I was so fond of and now very familiar with, spread-eagle on tiptoes between the hanging chains on the deck. I told him to use the nasty single tail whip. As soon as I told him to use it, I had the same chill of fear that I always do when I invite severe punishment. But I knew we had to go for it for me to really prove my point.
"Now, whip me as hard as you can. If you can. When you do, we'll see what happens. If I'm not into it I'll call it off. If you are not into it, you won't be able to do it. If we are both into it, then we will both simply just go fucking nuts. So?"
He didn't say a word, just stepped behind me. The first lash was so anaemic that it was like Jen's first attempt.
"Come on, whip!" I prodded.
The second on my backside was no better.
"You ain't never again going to have a brown little ass to whip if you don't get this right, right now!" I shouted at him. "It's now or never. You love this shit and are just afraid to admit it to yourself. Hurt me good, or I'll have to find someone else that will. Don't you see? This is who I am."
He paused a moment and then finally proved he got the point. A vicious lash across my ass was followed immediately by four or five more to my back. I didn't say a word, merely waiting to see what would happen next. The curl of the whip tip around my back and onto my breast answered the question. I jerked at the chains but remained quiet.
Bart too remained silent, but the whip began to tell me I was so right about him. A steady torrent of lashes were delivered to my bottom, back and the backs of my legs. He was getting it on and so was I. I let out a moan, and said softly, "See, we love it."
He attacked my back again, but skillfully wrapped the whip every time so that the tip bit cruelly as it came around.
"I just love this ass," he mumbled as he gave me several more. Finally I was going from coaxing him to getting off and going to my own special place. He was a fast learner, really working on my tits where they were still tender from the night before, driving me to bite off screams as the pain mounted.
He stepped around and stood about one foot in front of me. I looked him in the eye and I knew I had won the game. Glancing down I saw him rubbing his dick urgently. When he saw that I had noticed he stepped back and let the whip fly. He went straight for my tits and abdomen. After maybe ten or twelve pretty good blows he paused and threw the whip down on the deck. I was sweating profusely and also was dripping wet from my hotly aroused pussy.
"O.K. You are so right. I can't help it. I fucking love this."
"Feel your little slave girl then," I told him as I swung my head around throwing my now sweaty hair over my shoulder.
He knew what I meant and gently ran his finger up inside me. I nearly exploded with ecstasy as he ran first one, then two, then three fingers up and back inside me.
"Now we are getting somewhere," I moaned to him.
He knelt down and suddenly undid the chains holding my ankles in place.
"No! Don't stop yet," I told him.
"I'm not."
A moment later I was standing on the little box and he was on a chair redoing the chains at my wrist bands higher. Then it was off the box and hanging in full suspension back where I love it, with my feet a few inches off the deck. He took a length of chain and wrapped it harshly around my ankles. At that moment I loved him. But I wasn't in love with him.
"Now, let's really see who we are," he said as he picked up the whip.
He whipped me with a brutal force that he had not displayed before. After only ten or so more he had me screaming. It must have been so loud that it brought up the girls and Ms. Baxter from out of the surf down the beach. They all stood on the sand at the edge of the deck and watched, but remained silent. I was only barely aware that they were there as Bart continued to lash away at every part of my naked, sweating, hanging body.
I don't know when it was that I began to yell, "More, more, more, come on you bastard, show me what you got!"
He was transfixed. His eyes were glazed over and I could tell that we were both on automatic and trapped in our duel. No losers, only two winners now.
Finally he stopped. I was on the verge of passing out, and although racked with pain and bleeding from several small and not so small whip cuts, never felt better. It was done. I owned him. He ripped off his shirt and pants, undid the chains on my ankles, grabbed the backs of my thighs, and just plunged his cock straight up me. I ignored the pain in my arms and wrapped my legs round him.
"Fuck like you whip!" I yelled at him, face to face.
He bucked his hips at me as I rolled mine, and our bodies made wet slapping noises as they collided time and again.
"Gonna make you scream again, you bitch!" he told me, his face contorted with lust and ecstasy. I felt him deep inside me and clenched around him to feel every wonderful inch of cock. My sore nipples rubbed against his chest and sent bolts of pain spearing down to my pussy where they stoked the fires of orgasm and he got his wish. As I felt him start spurting into me I screamed in ecstasy.
For a few moments we clung together, panting. Then Bart stepped back and his cock slipped out of me. No one said a word as he dressed. No one moved to take me down. I swung free, feeling the spunk start to dribble down my thighs.
He turned to the girls watching us in open-mouthed awe, "I have to go now. Got to go back to New York. But I will be back, and often. Shit, I may just move here if I can. Do me a favor ladies, leave her just like that until I'm gone. Then take good care of her. This is what I want to remember."
"We will," Ms. Baxter told him.
Bart ran his hand gently down over my hip and went back toward the house. The girls stood silent looking at me for a few seconds and then slowly headed back down the beach.
I hung there swinging gently, hurting terribly, and thanking my lucky stars and Hawaiian spirits for allowing me this gift.
Chapter Twenty Five
Finally and unhappily, it was time to leave the beach house and the place of my birth into the world of BDSM. For me the hardest part of getting ready to go was doing something that I hadn't done for several days. That was getting dressed. Well, at least a pair of faded and torn cut off jeans, and a lime green bikini top. Nevertheless, I realized I sure liked being naked better. As we gathered downstairs, I was wondering how we would end this adventure. Was Ms. Baxter going to give us a moving graduation speech... Maybe a group hug... What?
The answer was simple, "O.K. that was cool, let's go," Billy barked out in her best drill sergeant voice.
"I've got shotgun," Chris yelled bounding toward the door, followed by Jen on a dead run and Latticia bringing up the rear.
I turned to give a quick goodbye look. Everything was in order, but as I looked at the hammock swinging gently on the deck, and the coffee table and the massive poles in the living room, a warm and satisfying glow filled me. "God, I'm glad I came. I'll be back," I thought to myself.
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