Five Years

Part 3

 'Five Years' Copyright 1987 by The Lizzard
    Part - 3, Chapter -1

 The summer was here again, the economy had gone up and with it the
hemlines. There seemed to be a resurgence of patriotism in the air as the
fashions turned to khaki, pewter, gold and silver colors. The kids were
wearing old army jackets again, but this time they were clean and crisp. Linda
was rummaging through some of my old army gear and after finding two or three
jackets that fit her, she asked about the collection of ribbons on my Class A
uniforms ... three Silver Stars, four Purple Hearts and some twenty odd others.
I looked at them for a long time and told her I did not want to talk about any
of it. I gave her the three jackets and put everything else into the trunk,
locked it and removed it to the warehouse for storage. I have not opened it
since.
 The country was on an upswing and I considered buying stock, for the first
time in my life. It was only logical to take advantage of companies that were
in trouble. Con Edison was my first blunder into good fortune. It seemed they
had had some kind of crisis that made them stop paying a dividend, so the stock
went from mid 20's to 7. I bought several shares, much against the advice of
financial experts. I reasoned that when I turn on a light switch, there will
be electricity, especially in New York. Again I bought quite a bit more shares
at 8 1/8 and there it sits to this day. Chrysler was the other stroke of good
fortune. I reasoned that since I owned a Chrysler product the company could
not go out of business. I bought several shares at 3 7/8, more at 4 1/4, more
at 5 1/2, finally a nice chunk at 6 3/4 and they still are with me. As a
matter of fact with the current dividends, I cannot afford to sell them.
 This summer we decided she would not take any courses. There was a lot of
pressure on her during school and with the recent developments at her job we
both needed a little rest.
 I had thought much about her dependence upon me for strength and decided
that in order to develop her confidence I would ask her to drive when we went
out. After all, isn't driving in New York City one of the most competitive
things anyone can do? I also had her enroll in an evening Adult Education
course on Assertiveness Training, which met three times a week at the local
high school.
 At the same time Verna, a girlfriend of Linda's from work, left the company
to work elsewhere. She was a Licensed Practical Nurse and for those of you who
are not medically knowledgeable this means that in a private company she was
THE COMPANY NURSE and in a hospital setting she was in charge of the bedpans.
Verna left to go to a hospital, assuming a nurse's place was there. In one
short week she went from the head of a rather small medical department to the
next lowest form of life in existence and the change was a bit more than she
could handle. She started calling Linda at least three or four times a day at
the office and almost every night, and stayed on the phone for hours pouring
her guts out to Linda. I think Linda was privileged to every rotten thing done
to Verna over and over and over.
 Some background on Verna is in order. She was 31 years old, never married,
lived with her mother in a rent controlled apartment, 4'9 1/2" tall, short
black hair and a little overweight, which was made up for by a very solid pair
of DD cups. In short Verna was very Italian. It seemed that for some unknown
reason Verna had never connected with a man on a permanent basis. She would
usually date someone three or four times and then her mother would interfere to
end the relationship before it began. And now with the job change and the
crazy work shifts, Verna seemed unlikely to have a man in her life.
 Linda had started to pity Verna a great deal, while I had started to wish
we didn't have a phone. Compassion for the suffering of fellow human beings
was not my strong point, so why when Linda told me Verna was going to meet us
after work on Friday was I pleased? Because Linda had made a decision on her
own and that was what had become important to me at this time. I told Linda it
was OK but, since we would probably be responsible for Verna's safe return
home, we would have to take the car and Linda would have to drive. Fine with
her. Fine with me. Maybe she was learning something.
 Verna met us at a local bar near my office. She was right on time, since
she only worked about ten blocks away. She was dressed in a bright blue scoop
neck dress ... God she had huge tits ... and I introduced her to a few of my
single friends from the office. It was really funny because she was so short
and anyone I would introduce her to would just stare down at her chest. With
some it was deliberate, with others it was unintentional. Over the next few
hours Verna met four or five men, none of whom could describe her face. Around
7:30pm Linda told Verna about The Project and how much we had enjoyed going
there. Suddenly Linda suggested that the three of us should go there tonight,
we would be in time for the beginning of the show. As I said before, I was
pleased to see Linda asserting herself, so we went.
 The performance was almost the same as before, although this time I found
it much more amusing. I could see a great deal of humor in the events taking
place and Verna was totally transfixed by what was happening, since Linda had
told her very little about what the show was actually about. At the end we
left before the audience participation began and Linda invited Verna back to
our place for coffee and cheesecake and I agreed to drive. It seemed as if
everyone had enjoyed themselves.
 We got home rather quickly, had coffee and cake and then sat around the
table talking a bit. Then Linda asked Verna if she wanted to see something
really special. Verna agreed and I just sat back and waited for what was to
happen.
 Linda took Verna's hand saying "Walk this way", while I laughed and of
course said "If she could walk that way..." an old burlesque line. Both Verna
and Linda chuckled and as they approached the Cave Linda told Verna to close
her eyes to get the full effect. Verna obliged, Linda opened the door, took
Verna inside and sat her in the Bistro chair. Quickly Linda took Verna's hands
and tied them behind her, so she could not get up. Verna started to object
rather adamantly, so Linda put a gag in her mouth. Linda then slapped her
across the face and said "Now you will see for yourself, and if you move I'll
beat the shit out of you". The look of fear in Verna's face told Linda that
she wouldn't move even if her life depended upon it. Linda bound each ankle to
the legs of the chair and called to me, "Master, please come and check the
knots". I had a hard time getting up from the dining room table, I had to
stop laughing, since I thought it would ruin the mood. Finally I went in,
approved the knots and told Linda she had done a good job. I thought to
myself, OK, now what?
 Linda started with a tirade directed at Verna about how fucking sick and
tired she was to hear about all of her little petty problems and how all of
those really pissed her off. This lasted about thirty minutes and when it was
over there came the question of what to do next. I had sat down in the other
chair and watched the whole scene. In many times I am very happy that Linda
had gotten all that off her chest. Hummmm, chest? Seemed a terrible waste of
such a beautiful chest. Several thoughts were going through my mind, all of
which had no socially redeeming value. Let's see how far we can go.
 When Linda had nothing more to say, I told her to kneel before me. She
obeyed. I told her how proud I was that she had taken matters into her own
hands and now we had a slight problem of what to do either with, to or for
Verna. I told her to find the solution. She thought for a while and said "Let
her watch." Seemed good to me.
 Linda got up and removed her clothes. She went over to one of the shelves
and got the stiff nipple clamps, the leather wrist bracelets and leather ankle
bracelets. She put on her collar, put her hair in a pony tail and then put on
her garter belt, black stockings and high boots. She came over to me and knelt
in front of me. I lifted her face, gave her a long hard kiss and whispered
"Are you sure you want to do this? Verna is not a stranger." Linda nodded and
said "She doesn't have to be any more." I did not really understand the
significance of that statement until much later.
 I put the wrist and ankle restraints on her, fastened the clamps in place,
led her to the suspension line and a few minutes later Linda was in her
favorite place. I had taken one of the cat-o-nine tails, applied rouge to it's
tips and with each stroke a red trail was left behind. Verna's eyes started to
bulge in disbelief of what was happening, while Linda would moan loudly and beg
for more. In her traditional pre-orgasmic pace, she would climb a little
higher each time I would scream at Verna about how she was to be next. Verna
struggled in the chair, although I was not really sure Verna was to be next, so
to speak, and whether or not I really wanted her to be. I hooked the center of
the chain from the nipple clamps onto a thin wire I had secured to the ceiling.
I also clipped the ankle restraints to the ropes, which would force her legs up
and apart. She hung from her arms with her legs spread wide apart and forward,
and considerable tension on her nipples. Her tits pointed straight upward.
The sight was a bit much for Verna as she sat there in her chair unable to move
or call out, she started to whimper. The sound drove Linda higher and higher.

 Linda screamed over and over "Make her suck your cock". I went to Verna,
took out my tool, removed her gag and placed my dick in front of her mouth. I
did not want to force her to do this, since I was a little worried this may
constitute some sort of rape and I was not really interested in that. Verna
looked up at me for a minute and then began to suck. It was her choice and so
much the better. I was hard in no time and Linda was still hanging there
mumbling "Suck it, suck it, bitch." After several moments of fairly good oral
stimulation, I withdrew to go to Linda. "A present from Verna" I said, as I
plunged into her quivering body. She came instantly and I fucked her without
mercy for a long time. She kept crying out for Verna to watch how a good fuck
is. She kept coming and coming until I finally exploded.
 Neither one of us had noticed I had not put Verna's gag back in place over
her mouth and she was sitting there watching everything that happened without
objection. I returned to my chair and rested, Linda was a real drain on my
strength and I needed to sit down. Linda hung there pulsating and moaning for
about fifteen minutes and when she finally come down far enough to deal with
reality, I got up and loosened her restraints. I lowered her gently and
carried her over to the chair. I sat down and draped her on my lap. She put
her arms around my neck and her head rested on my shoulder ... We stayed that
way for a while.
 "What about Verna?" I said to her.
 "Fuck her." Linda said.
 "I don't think I have anything left."
 Verna sat motionless for a while and then finally spoke.
 "Do you always do that?"
 Linda looked up at her and said "And much more. You want some?"
 Verna said nothing, she sat there obviously having a hard time believing
what she had just seen.
 After Linda had regained her composure, she stood up, looked at me and
asked "Can I have some fun with her?" I said if it was agreeable with Verna, it
was ok with me.
 "Will you watch us?"
 I told her I would. I thought this would be interesting, since I have
always liked the idea of two girls making it together and Linda had not done
this since the Canada trip.
 She went over to Verna and put her hand to her face. "I will pleasure you
beyond your wildest dreams." Verna just sort of nodded. I could not really
tell if there was approval, fear or desire behind that nod. Linda untied Verna
and helped her to her feet. She started to run her hands over Verna's body,
concentrating on her breasts. She undid the zipper on the back of Verna's
dress letting it fall to the ground, revealing that Verna wore a bra and
panties with no stockings or pantyhose. Linda took off the bra and most of
Verna's chest lunged forward. She could have knocked Linda over, if she had
been a bit closer. Linda then knelt in front of Verna, removed her panties,
spread her legs and began to use her tongue on her. After about ten minutes
Verna started to hold Linda's head in her hands, pushing her face into her
nether regions.
 Linda got up and took a double ended dildo from the wall. She inserted one
end in herself and approached Verna. She lifted Verna onto the horse and
inserted the other end of the dildo into her wet cunt. Back and forth they
both went until Verna started moaning "Faster, faster, faster." Linda was
coming again, I could tell from the quivering going through her body, while
Verna came all at once. She grabbed Linda, thrusted her deep inside her and
just grunted. After that she said "Stop, stop". Linda did not listen, she
kept up the pace until Verna came a second time. "OH, God...." Verna screamed
very loudly. Linda did not let up. A third time for Verna. I had begun to
become concerned for Verna and wondered if Linda would ever stop. Finally
after about three or four more climaxes she did.
 They both collapsed in a pile of sweat and latex on the floor and lay there
for a while. Linda looked up at me with a wild look in her eye and said "Your
turn, Master." She moved over to me and began to get me hard, she could do that
in no time. I sat in the chair and Verna willingly sat on me. I went deep
into her and began to pump. After a few strokes she came, after a few more so
did I. Linda was sitting beside the chair and when she realized Verna was
coming, she slapped her ass with her hand. "Bitch" was all she said. The three
of us slowly regained our composure or what was left of it and retired to the
bed, where we slept.
 Saturday afternoon soon came and we got up. Verna was very withdrawn and
hardly spoke at all. Linda was very stiff and sore from the proceedings, as
she usually was after a session. Because of the intensity of our encounters we
were forced to limit ourselves to the weekends in order to allow Linda time to
recouperate.
 Verna sat at the table just staring at both of us, so I got a little
annoyed and asked her if she had a problem. She just nodded her head, no.
Linda looked at me and suggested I go into the living room while she and Verna
had a little talk. Feeling a little uncomfortable with Verna staring at me, a
trip to the living room was certainly not out of the question. They talked in
whispers for about an hour, then Verna called a cab and left. Linda just
looked out the window as the cab drove away and said "She'll be back." And so
she was.
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 'Five Years' Copyright 1987 by The Lizzard
    Part - 3, Chapter -2

 The end of the summer was always a time for regrets. With the fading of
the warm weather would go the few short weekend motorcycle trips we would take.
Often times we would go to the New England area, anything within two to four
hundred miles. Another thing that was to be missed was our vacation. Since
her promotion she was entitled to three weeks instead of two and this year we
had gone to Florida to visit my mother.
 We had visited my mother before, but not on the bike. For some reason mom
had never gotten used to the idea that I was older than 10. Florida is a
strange state for many reasons. One real cute custom they have is to assume
anyone who is considerably younger than yourself is your son or daughter. How
often we would go to a restaurant and the hostess would make a reference to
where you and your father would like to sit. And any time Linda would order
anything alcoholic, she would be asked for proof of age. The driver's license
was not sufficient, neither was her student ID, but with her work ID they
seemed satisified. She got a kick out of it all, I found it boring. I will
have to admit she was quite youthful in appearance. Since there are no helmet
laws in Florida, she would put her hair in two pony tails, one on either side
of her face. This only tended to make her look younger. I by that time had
grown a full beard and although I would not freely admit it, the beard
contained a significant amount of grey.
 The trip to Flordia contained a side trip to Tarpon Springs, a Greek sponge
fishing town. Her tight leather pants and bikini top turned many heads. A
small resturant had Oysters for $2.00 per dozen and she said she had heard
rumors that oysters made you passionate. We overdosed on them, but were not
sure they increased anything.
 Key West was a strange town, mostly English settlers who dealt in Real
Estate. Condos were everywhere and they even tried to sell us one. At the end
of every day, there was a ceremony on the dock to celebrate the setting of the
sun .... bagpipes, a couple of other musicians, poetry readings and applause
when the sun went down. We were so moved by this, we decided it would be
really great to make love on the beach as the sun set.
 We located an out of the way place and set up for a barbecue. After eating
we waited for the sun to get lower in the sky. She removed her swim suit and
lay back on the blanket. We began in earnest and after a few minutes heard
some noises. It seems a couple of elderly tourists were above on the rocks
taking pictures of us. We pulled the blanket over us and continued. Later
that night, after getting all the sand out of her private places, we did it
right. Never again anyplace where there is sand.
 We left the Keys after overdosing on Key lime pie and gin and tonics. As
we went up the coast, we realized the main form of commerce was marijuana
smuggling. A state trooper had pulled over a sixty foot tractor trailer truck
crammed full of bales of the weed.
 Next stop was Tampa. Here we saw the old cigar factories and mingled in
the Cuban community for a day. After placing orders for choice cigars to be
shipped home and buying a few souveniers of the trip, we headed home.
 We arrived back on a Thursday and had until Monday to relax and play.
Throughout the time we were away, we did none of the things we would do in the
Cave. She missed them a lot and so did I. I tried to discuss with her why she
was so different away from home and just kiddingly I said she was almost
normal. She got real upset at that and started to cry. She said if I didn't
like her the way she was, then all I had to do was say the word and she would
be gone. Wasn't much of a conversation, but at least she was being a little
assertive. Maybe there was some progress. I told her not to worry about it, I
liked her the way she was. She asked to go into the Cave, saying we had a lot
to make up for.
 When she was inside, appropiately bound and suspended, she asked if there
were any roses around. Unfortunately not. What to do in their place? She
said she wanted the thorns, so to oblige her I retrieved several long, thin
sewing needles. The initial prick started her fever mounting. She kept
demanding more and more until I had actually pierced the nipple straight
through. She screamed as it went through and then begged me not to remove it.
I did the other one and her fever increased. I decided to lower her down to
the chair. Her arms were still bound over her head and as I entered her I
would twist the needles a little. The fever got faster and faster. She began
coming and coming while her spasms got more intense. I could not tell if it
was from the very active fucking I was giving her or from the turning of the
needles.
 As I would aproach orgasm, I would slow down and then start over again.
She had not stopped, she just kept coming. She gripped my member very tightly
and would not let go. She had that glassy eyed look she gets when she has
crossed another limit. I lifted her nipples by the needles and she went
further. There was no way she was still of this earth and I did not know how
to bring her down, in fact I was not sure I would have even if I knew how. We
stayed like that for several hours until she collapsed.
 I was near exhaustion and wonderred why I always had to carry her to bed.
To further complicate matters there was the question of what to do about the
needles. I had sterlized them with alcohol, but was not sure what to do now. I
put some antibiotic ointment around one needle and removed it gently. She made
no move, so I assumed she felt no pain. I did the same to the other needle,
applied two small bandaids and the process was complete.
 When she awakened the next day, her nipples were very sore. I was not
surprised at this, although she seemed to be. It was time to have a long talk,
I was becomming more and more worried about the things that gave her pleasure.
It seemed that anything we did always had lasting effects. Some were short
term and others, like the nipple situation, would last longer. She said she
did not want to stop, she did these thing because she loved me so completely
and if I cared for her, I would not deny her the expressions of her love.
Sounded even logical, I had a hard time trying to refute any of it. As usual,
I did nothing.
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 'Five Years' Copyright 1987 by The Lizzard
    Part - 3, Chapter -3

 School had started, we were both back to work and I had decided to go back
to school for a Master's Degree. This was my way of filling some of my spare
time while keeping Linda company at the same time. After being out of college
for almost twenty years, I was somewhat concerned about my ability to do that
sort of thing, but figured I should also be willing to go through it since I
had asked her to do the same thing ... sort of as an example to her.
 Verna finally called Linda on a Thursday night. We had not spoken since
that night last summer and did not think we would hear from her again. She
said she had thought a lot about that night and had become intrigued about the
two of us, so Linda asked if she would like to join us for the weekend. Verna
accepted even though I felt she was being manipulated by Linda.
 She made it to the apartment around 10:30pm on Friday. She had had a few
drinks prior to arriving, undoubtedly for courage, but she was there. Linda
took her coat and led her in. Linda was dressed in her usual outfit ...
garter belt, stockings and those boots. She removed the robe she wore to
answer the door and just stood there in front of Verna. "This is for the
weekend, you understand?" she said. Verna just nodded in agreement.
 I asked Verna why she came and she explained she was not really sure. She
had been terrified in the beginning, but later got some sort of perverse
pleasure out of what happened. She was very confused as to how Linda could get
pleasure from what she did and wonderred if she could also get any pleasure out
of it. She also said Linda promised she did not have to participate if she did
not want to. She had thought a lot about it and wanted to. I informed her
that Linda would be responsible for her training and if there were any
infractions, I would punish her. I also told her she could stop any time she
wanted to, but she would have to leave and not return. Linda then started to
undress her. I waited for the removal of the bra, I wanted to see if Linda
could move that fast again.
 We took Verna to the Cave and Linda secured her over the horse. "Shall I
whip this worthless bitch, Master?" I nodded approval and said "Remember, she
is a beginner." Linda started with her hand, very gently and between each few
strokes she would fondle Verna's cheeks. After a half hour or so Verna began
to make a soft purring noise. I went over to feel her ass and found it was
starting to get warm to the touch. Verna was beginning to enjoy the session.
Linda had brought her along slowly, getting harder and harder with each stroke
while telling her how lovely she was. Verna was hooked.
 Linda continued, stopping every so often to caress Verna's body, especially
her tits. At one point Linda looked at me and said "She's such a cow, shall we
brand her?" With that Verna became very uneasy. She kept mumbling something
about being afraid of fire or not being burnt. I had no intention of branding
her and was hoping Linda would not want to go further than she herself would
go, especially with a novice. I called for a time out and took Linda into the
other room to talk things over. I wanted to know just what she was doing and
how far she wanted to go. I explained I was enjoying little Verna and did not
want to really harm her. I also reminded Linda this was for the weekend, so we
would have plenty of time later to go farther. Linda sort of agreed. I told
her this was as it would be and there would be no fluctuation from these rules.
Linda knew these were my orders and they were final, so she obeyed.
 We went back into the Cave and I addressed Verna. I told her she had a
beautiful ass and was doing fine. I asked how she felt and she told me she was
not sure how she was feeling, but it was not bad. She said she was turned on
and curious. I told her she should have no fears of being branded, the irons
were only for show, not for use. She seemed more at ease. I patted her ass
and mumbled something about curiosity and cats.
 Linda went back to work on little Verna, this time with her tongue. She
did service to Verna's cunt as well as her asshole and those enormous nipples.
Linda said she could not get the entire nipple into her mouth, I tried and
could, but my mouth is bigger. As Verna climbed higher and higher, Linda would
caress her more and more. At one point she tied her hands, brought her over to
the suspension pulley and raised Verna to her tiptoes, however with Verna's
lack of height that wasn't far.
 Linda then began to investigate those huge tits. Neither one of us had
seen anything so big on anyone so small. Verna wore a size 30DD bra, most of
them were special orders or custom made. They tended to minimize the size of
her breasts and had a slimming effect overall. The end result was that instead
of making Verna look like she had the biggest set in the world, these bras made
her look like a middle aged REALLY DUMPY Italian girl. Looking at her hanging
there, I could only wish the head of Maidenform would be taken out and shot for
incompetence.
 The girls looked like they were playing. Linda was moving Verna's tits
back and forth and Verna was giggling like a school girl. Every so often Linda
would take a little nip at either nipple. Verna would make a surprised little
noise and utter something like "Ouch", then she would slide back into her giddy
state. Linda kept it up with harder and harder bites until Verna started to
groan a little. Linda then took out the lightest of the nipple clamps, and
placed them on each nipple while kissing Verna.  Verna was a  little
uncomfortable for a while, but that soon passed. She looked down at her tits
and gave a stupid little smile. Linda and I were along side Verna as I said
"You have taken your first step." She seemed pleased and so was Linda. For the
remainder of the evening we took turns working on Verna. We gently brought her
to climax after climax and when she was thoroughly satisfied, we turned our
attentions to each other.
 We went through to late Saturday afternoon when the idea came to me to
involve Verna in something she would find hard to believe. I whispered to
Linda that I would use the needles on her. This excited her, since I had only
used them once a month or so. I was worried about any kind of permanent
damage, but everything seemed to heal quickly and without incident so I just
accepted it as a "no problem" situation.
 Linda went to Verna and got her to her feet. "You will attend me." she said
to the bewildered little lady. She led Verna to the medicine chest where she
removed the alcohol, needles, surgical needle holders, gauze pads and a small
stainless steel platter. She wiped each piece with the alcohol and put
everything on the tray. She led Verna into the Cave and told her to kneel on
the mat and put her hands up, so she may hold the tray. "You will hold these
for my Master and if you drop anything, you will take my place."
 With that Linda knelt in front of me, looked up and spoke in a soft and
delicate voice "My Master, your slave has been good to you, please lift me to
the limits that only you can bring me to. I submit completely to your power
and beg you to indulge me in my pleasure." The look on Verna's face was one of
total disbelief as my lovely slave knelt there totally unbound, lifted her head
high, took a deep breath and placed her hands at her side. She nodded and I
proceeded.
 I picked up the first needle with the small needle holders and passed it in
front of her eyes several times. She did not blink. "Please, Master" she
whispered. Verna's hands began to shake, so Linda turned to her and reminded
her she would take her place if anything fell. Verna regained her composure
and I proceeded. The first needle went through the left nipple on a
horizontal. Linda was perfectly still as I slowly inserted it through her soft
skin. She raised her head and whispered "Thank you, Master, please another."
 Verna looked on in disbelief as we proceeded. Linda took four needles, two
in each nipple, one horizontal and one vertical. She looked at Verna in
triumph and said to her "You're lucky you did not drop anything." I thought
Verna was going to faint.
 I kissed her deeply and told her how proud I was of her. She looked at her
nipples, went on and on about how special this was for her and tried to
convince Verna to let me do the same to her. I put a stop to that real quick,
after all, this was Verna's first experience with any of this stuff and I did
not want to scare her away.
 Linda was then suspended by her wrists and had the needles put under slight
tension from two small wires attached to the ceiling. She remained there for
several hours. I bound Verna's hands behind her back and placed her kneeling
in front of Linda. She was to service my lovely slave with her tongue and if
she stopped, I would strike her with a ridding crop to remind her of Linda's
promise that she would take her place. I emphasized this from the beginning,
Verna got the point.
 This went on for several hours until it was time to remove the needles. It
was around midnight on Saturday when the removal was to take place. Linda had
been brought to orgasm many times by Verna's talented tongue while I too had
shared Verna's oral talents a few times during the day. We were all exhausted,
but there was the realization that the events were not over. Linda and I both
knew that the removal ceremony was as important as the insertion and Verna was
to play the same role again.
 The attendant knelt obediently, much more steady this time, as my slave
prepared herself for the finish. She knelt in front of me with her body
drenched in the sweat of a hundred climaxes and her hair matted with the same
sweat. On anyone else it would have been repulsive, but on her it was as if
she had a glow about her. She was breathing very fast and heavy, her heartbeat
was racing. She took a deep breath, lifted her head and put her hands at her
sides. The rules were that these severe things were only done out of bondage.
If she were to lift her hand, I would stop immediately ... this was my safety
valve.
 One at a time I removed the needles. She quivered with the same pleasure
as she did during insertion. After the last one was withdrawn, she gave a
shudder. It was over for this time. There would be more, but for now it was
over. I could tell the experience had been the usual success. She was as
horny as hell.
 I opened my robe and she immediately found my limp member. Twenty seconds
of her oral charm changed me into a rod of iron. I sat back in the chair and
she mounted me. We went like that for what seemed an eternity. She rode me
like a rodeo star, getting higher and higher and started screaming and
convulsing violently. She held me tightly both with her arms and her inner
muscles. I could not escape, nor did the thought of doing so ever cross my
mind. I don't know if I really came, I was completely tapped out.
 We remained like that until the early rays of dawn broke through the heavy
curtains. Verna had fallen asleep. Linda and I just held each other and
looked into each others eyes. It was times like this that I noticed what
beautiful eyes she had and, conversely, when we looked into each other's eyes
we would think of this sort of time.
 Around 10:00am we woke Verna and the three of us sat around eating
breakfast. We were completely wasted and could barely speak. We had not eaten
since Friday and had not even noticed it. Our stomachs were empty and made
gurgling noises when we ate ... Breakfast rolls, strawberries, dark coffee and
orange juice. Simple fare, but all we could deal with.
 Verna then slept on the couch while Linda and I retired to the bedroom. We
all awakened around 9:45pm. Verna got dressed and I called her a cab, since I
was not up to driving nor almost anything else.
 As she left, walking very slowly, she said she had a great time and would
be back. She was, OFTEN.....
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 End of 'Five Years' Part 3
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