He led them both into the large garage on the side of the house. It was his workspace, and even though she didn’t go there often, she immediately noticed something was different. Only one light hung in the middle of the room. Under it was a large round of pine firewood surrounded by a scattering of wood chips. Clearly, he had been carving. There was a sturdy, comfortable camp chair sitting next to the firewood round, elevated a foot or so off the ground on a neat stack of oak lumber. In a flash, Professor spun Amelia around and kissed her hard. As they kissed, he moved her across the room, almost like they were dancing. When they finally stopped, Professor spun her around again and sat her in the elevated chair. He moved swiftly around behind her and placed his hands on her shoulders. She was dazed by the feeling of floating across the room until she realized that he was now forcibly holding her in the chair.
“Sir, what is going on?” she asked quietly, still trying to get her bearings.
“Take off her skirt,” Professor instructed Richard. Richard complied in one violent rip, leaving her skirt in shreds. “Drape her legs over the arms of the chair,” Professor instructed again.
Rich again complied, but this time he leaned forward, placed both his hands on the arms of the chair in front of her legs and growled in her face, “Don’t move a muscle. Do you understand?”
Amelia, now breathing harder with sweat dripping down her neck, hesitantly answered, “Yes, Sir.”
Out of his back pocket, Professor produced a clothes pin and handed it to Rich. He began to speak with a familiar intensity to his voice. “Put this on her clit. Leave it there until the pain builds, until the sensation starts to be too much. You will see it in her eyes and you will see it in her dripping, wet pussy. Then, take it off, let the relief flood her….and just when she seems to begin to catch her breath, I want you to lick her until she cums….hard.”
Rich’s eyes darkened to a midnight black. He pulled the firewood round up in front of her spread legs, sat down and stared at Amelia’s pussy. He saw that it was falling open and sopping wet in front of him like a delicious buffet. He smiled, clipped her clit and sat back to wait.
Amelia writhed with the desire and pain. The pain of the pinch on her clit shot straight to her core. She breathed harder, her heart raced, her pussy pulsed and her juices gathered to lubricate her inviting hole. The intensity began building, continued some more, and then built even further yet. She was beginning to think it was going be impossible to hold still. She couldn’t speak. She was reaching her ultimate limits.
At the exact moment before it became too much, just as she was on the brink of using her safe word, Rich removed the clip. The rush of blood and relief was blazingly intense. He quickly massaged her bright pink button, then smiled as he leaned forward and began to feverishly lick her. His began with long, broad licks, using the full width of his tongue. The sensation provided almost instant relief for her aching clit. He then began varying his patterns. Sometimes soft flicks of the clit with just the tip of his tongue. Sometimes he made small circles, first one way, and then the other. And sometimes he left her clit all together and plunged his tongue deep into her sopping wet hole, nearly causing the total loss of Amelia’s ability to breathe.
Amelia was completely engrossed in the pleasure coming from Rich’s extremely talented mouth, when she was shocked back into awareness as Professor took out his pocket knife and split her shirt open from neck to navel. He stabbed the knife into the wood under her chair and began to roughly fondle her breasts, pulling and twisting her nipples with great aggression. They were tortured, pinched, tugged, pulled and pushed with the full force his nimble fingers. Amelia began thrashing in the chair as she felt herself moving ever closer to her total release.
Professor reached under a crumpled towel next to him on the floor, and retrieved his latest wood creation. It was a perfectly carved and sanded sexual specimen. It was long and thick, with rows of perfectly shaped bumps for serious stimulation. He ran its smoothness across Amelia’s neck and plunged it between her breasts. He then instructed Rich, “As soon as she cums, jam this hard into to her convulsing, wet pussy and fuck her as fast as you can. I want her to squirt, and I want it big…I want it to gush down all over the lumber she is sitting on. She has asked me to make a toy for a friend, and I want it Richtened with her juices before I build it.” Rich smiled with his eyes, his mouth never breaking contact with her pussy, and took the wood toy from Professors hand.
To be continued…