She stroked it between my pussy lips, making a soft moan escape my lips. "Yes, see? You still want more," she said with a grin. "But you're not gettin... any. You've been a bad girl, disobeying me like that!" The whip landed a bit harder on my pussy, making me groan in pain instead. "Don't move." I didn't, I laid there, my cunt aching because of the pain it'd just experienced, because of the way it'd been stretched. That wasn't the only reason it was aching, though- the woman, my mistress, was. “People who knew Chrissy knew that she had rough patches as she matured into a woman. Like most kids, Chrissy rebelled and made her mother’s life hell when her mom was home. I was the big brother she looked up to and the shoulder she cried on. I didn’t want to babysit the brat next door any more than I wanted a little sister, but fate didn’t give me a choice. My parents did a great job raising our neighbor’s daughter as their own. My best friends, who are all girls, helped too. It wasn’t. I would “edge”, each time the orgasm was about to appear I would stop completely waiting for it to subside. But continuous edging has an effect when the orgasm does take place making it that more intense and voluminousAll good things come to an end. I felt the mounting sensation tingling my dick head; I knew all too well I was close. A knot started hidden my stomach but quickly transferred to a quivering as it transferred it ways through my groin to my dick. I felt my dick increase in size as. Know, then, that in the woods outside our city lived a poor man, Carlo, some fifty years of age, who eked out a bare existence farming the poor soil in a small clearing he had made; and he had been married once, but lost her to an itinerant tinsmith, who, taking away Carlo's bedmate, condemned him to a life of solitary pleasures, such as they were. One day -- it being too early in the spring to plant, and yet pleasant enough to tarry out of doors -- Carlo was sitting on a stool outside his.