Desire leaped on her like a lightning bolt striking out of a cool blue sky; the moments came and went like a hot brush fire. This was obsession, not a reasonable act or fantasy. She knew it was s****l, but she had no context in which to understand why she hurt herself to find pleasure. If only she were like Zooey f*****g Junior, or even Harper with Billy Mercer. If only. She’d think of boys, wanting their attention, but the boys she knew weren’t interested in her, and even if they were, they certainly wouldn’t be interested in her private games in the back of the barn.
***
This particular June day was much like those that had gone before, and Andie’s obsession had not waned for feeding it with regular doses of the harsh switches on her naked body. She could feel her desire transforming as new, more outrageous ideas popped in her mind unbidden. For a second day, she tied herself with rope before she proceeded with the whipping, pulling tight on the hemp that spilt her groin and cut into the depths of her p***y.
In an audacious move, but one that seemed to require her obedience, she took her position in the shadowy corner of the barn with her back to the door, risking exposure should she fail to hear someone enter. At least the door was closed and anyone opening the heavy thing would likely make enough noise for her to hear. Regardless, she shivered with a naughty new thrill, extrapolating to some day in the future when her fertile mind would demand she leave the barn door wide open and take her chances.
Feeling reasonably safe for now with the door nearly shut, Andie began whipping herself as she had before, starting with her jeans and bra on, then taking the scene in graduated steps from one act to the next, removing clothes as her fantasy required until they lay in a heap at her feet and she was bare. Her body and brain stretched the minutes, hoping for a long hour of glory enduring the pain, holding off the climax, and enduring more, until she couldn’t avoid the explosion. She struck her back with her homemade instrument of torture, hating the awkward stretch, but demanding it, then removed her jeans and continued snapping her wrist to apply the sting to her bottom and thighs. She pulled her panties off and spread her legs, so that a stray switch would bite the tender flesh deep inside her crevice. If only… if only… her feverish brain brought pictures to mind of those other unseen players who would assist in her torture.
But never! she swore silently, she could never let anyone see her sexuality so exposed. But that didn’t stop her imagination from dwelling on the fantasy. The more vivid the pictures were, the more she slashed viciously at her backside, driving body and mind to the depths of her private world. Her skin flushed with desire, the atoms in her body flooded with orgasm coming on her in progressive waves. She drifted into the ecstasy, lost as the next wave crescendoed, and then…
“Oh my god, Andie, what are you doing?”
From out nowhere, Zooey’s shocked voice woke her from the mesmerizing self-torture. She turned around, quickly scooting behind the post, hiding most of her naked body.
Zooey’s eyes locked on her as she slowly walked her way. The stunned friend could feel the molecules in the barn dancing like lightning bugs in the tepid air, while the s****l energy in Andie’s steamy eyes seduced her on. The truth was evident, though unspoken, inviting the curious young woman deeper into the shadows where a surprisingly sexy Andie Forrest leaned against the post, panting.
“You were getting off,” Zooey said in a sultry voice. Realizing the truth, her body altered as she moved forward, fitting into her s****l skin, her breasts, her hips, even her lips taking on the same feral power she put out with the boys she screwed.
“Please, don’t tell anyone!” Andie cried.
“Honey, why would I do that?”
Tears of shame stung in her eyes. “Please go away and let me get dressed.”
“But I interrupted you and you really should finish….” Zooey’s voice wrapped about her like a slithering snake.
“Zooey, no!”
“It’s okay, hon,” she slowly drawled. “I could help, you know.”
“What do you mean ‘help’?”
“You kinda like flogging yourself, huh?”
Andie stood stock still in horror.
“I’ll bet that whipping yourself is pretty hard to do.”
Zooey was practically on her.
“Please leave me be.” Andie bit her lip, every nerve in her body tense as a bowstring.
But Zooey moved right past her, inspecting the damage while Andie backed away, keeping the post between her and her friend. “My, that is a nasty looking thing,” Zooey said, taking the implement from Andie’s limp fingers. She rapped hard it against her open palm. “Ooo, it stings.”
“Please…Zooey, no.” Andie closed her eyes as if she could wish reality away with a single blink of the eye.
“Why don’t you just do what you were doing before? Come my way and grab that post.” Her voice turned deeper, a little rougher, a little more s****l.
Andie couldn’t move.
“All right, then,” Zooey responded, moving around the petrified girl. “Just stay where you are and I’ll come for you.” Such determination, as if this were all planned well in advance, even though it couldn’t have been.
Andie closed her eyes, gritting her teeth. Her entire body clenched in fright, while the inspired Zooey drew back the bundle of switches and brought it forward to land on Andie’s behind with a decisive snap. The shivering girl clenched up tighter still as the stinging blows rained down on her, cutting a swath of red far deeper and more intense than Andie could produce herself. After a dozen firm whacks, her body began to ease into the astounding sensations, writhing as it had before, as pain became her happiness.
“Oh, my!” Zooey exclaimed, seeing her friend transform from frightened nymph to sultry siren. “You like it on your back, too?” she wondered, as she changed her target to Andie’s upper body and thrashed her there with biting cuts from the brutal bundle of twigs. She listened to the pained groan. “Oh, my yes, you do, girl,” she purred. “Just look at you squirm on that fat post like you would a prick.” Her own body heated with a rare but welcome desire as she watched the amazing exhibition.
Taking this beating from her friend, shame rose up in Andie from a well deeper than any she had previously tapped. Zooey’s words were like a magic potion, taking her to unearthly places, into the heart of her demented desires. She stretched her hands high above her head, holding them firmly again the post, as if they’d been tied there with rope, while her lower body, her breasts and belly turned writhing into an erotica tango against the hard wood.
“Do it, girl!” Zooey cheered her on. “f**k that cunt.”
Andie obeyed, becoming lost in an unthinking bliss. “Ahhh, ah, ah, ssssssssss.” She hissed and groaned, smashed her face against the rough wood and humped the post with savage fervor, giving her swollen clit a brutal massage.
“Spread it, baby,” Zooey ordered, domming her submissive friend with surprising ease, as if she instinctually understood what Andie needed. “Open your t**t against the wood, girl, and rub it!” she snapped, while delivering a shocking blow to her girlfriend’s scorched behind. “Do it!” The well of her own crude need opened like a spigot bursting wide with a sudden gush of water. She felt a tempest of desire in her p***y with every rude demand she made. “Do it, Andie, open that slutty cunt and show me what a trashy girl you are.”
The demand was too rousing to deny any longer. Like she’d done on several occasions when she was alone, Andie spread her labia wide with her hands and pressed her cunt to the wood. As her c******s forcefully smacked the hard surface, the nasty thrill almost made her c*m that instant. But it was much too soon. She wanted a harder beating; she hungered for every deep cut Zooey delivered along her shoulders, and the rounds of her scorched ass and the tender places at the base of her buttocks.
“Oh, oh gawd!” the writhing girl screamed as her lower body flooded with heat and her belly began to cramp with orgasm. “Harder! Beat me harder!” she roared.
Zooey obliged her.
Grasping the post with white-knuckled ferocity, she seemed to shake the entire barn down to its creaky seams as the most magnificent orgasm wrestled her body to exhaustion.
Her legs were too weak to hold her anymore, but before she could slump to the ground, Zooey moved in close behind her and held her upright.
Good, gawd, she’s naked! Andie realized as the lush blonde with the abundant body pressed her chest and groin into her back and ass. Reaching around Andie’s torso, Zooey grabbed her breasts in a firm grip and shook them. This was the first time anyone had ever touched her so intimately. Her body exploded again in another orgasmic swell of pleasure.
Driven by her own need to climax, Zooey clung to her friend, f*****g her p***y against Andie’s blistered behind without easing up until wracked with spasms, she humped hard in a quick passionate c*m. The two then fell to the floor where they landed in a haphazard mess on a bed of prickly straw.
Submerged in the quiet of the tired old barn, the naked pair rested and their breathing finally returned to normal. Zooey swam in and out of consciousness, while Andie awakened more quickly. The stunning truth of the last half hour sent her mind spinning out of control. Exposed, ashamed and defiled, she started to pull away and grab frantically for her clothes.
Zooey tugged her back down to the straw.
“You’re going nowhere, honey.”
“But this is so, so… wrong!” she stuttered.
“What’s wrong?” Zooey pulled her close. Taking Andie’s face in her hands, she forced her friend to look her in the eye.
“Zooey, please!” She was about cry again.
“Don’t!” the blonde shook her finger in her face.
“But…”
“Don’t, Andie.” She lightly slapped her cheek. “We didn’t do anything wrong. YOU did nothing wrong.” Zooey understood every thought passing through her scared friend’s mind. She’d known her through four years of fears, understanding only now that this was what she’d hidden from everyone, including her best friends.
The sting on her cheek gave Andie a strange chill of satisfaction. She always wanted Zooey’s approval and Zooey always gave it—even now, in this awful hour.
“But you won’t tell anyone?” she said.
“Why would I tell anyone?”
“You’ll tell Harper, I know you will.”
“So what if I do?”
“Please!”
“What do you think Harper’s going to do?”
“I don’t know, but she’ll hate me.”
“Oh, you are daft, Andie Forrest? Harper loves you. She loved you long before anyone else did. Besides, I don’t want to tell Harper about this anyway. I’d rather have you for myself, all by myself.”
“Have me?”
“Why not? You’re a heck of a lot more exciting to me than some guy with a cock.”
“Zooey!” She blushed a little redder.
“You’re all pent-up, hon. Just need a little s*x and s*x between girls is no sin.”
“I know, I know… I just didn’t plan it that way.”
“Plan? What did you plan?”
“I don’t know. It just happens to me. I don’t do this because I want to. I don’t plan it at all. In fact, I wish it would go away. You know the chances I take?”
“What’s to wish away? You like getting whipped… I can do that,” she snickered. “And you’ll be a whole lot safer if there’s someone else around.”
That was true.
“But you won’t tell anyone, please?”
“Hush, girl,” her voice lowered as her eyes narrowed.
Andie nodded.
Zooey plucked a piece of straw from Andie’s hair and sucked on the end. She smiled. “So this is what you do when you want to get off? I mean, thrash yourself and f**k that post?”
“Most of the time,” Andie replied, bashfully. “Sometimes I tie myself.”
“Really? Like how?”
“Like through my cunt…”
“So it hurts?”
She bit her lip. “Yeah, so it hurts.”
Zooey thought about that for a moment, then she suddenly sat up and searched the ground for her clothes. Her eyes were full of fire and fun. The summer had suddenly taken a whole new and unexpected turn, which might make it a decent season after all. To think, their little Andie had so much nastiness inside her.
“I can’t come tomorrow,” she announced. “Junior and I are going to the water park. But Thursday, how about around four?”
Andie grimaced. “Zooey, I don’t know.”
“Of course, you do, silly,” she quipped. “You believe in fate, don’t you? There was a reason why I stumbled on your scene today. Make me part of your obsession, that’s what this is telling you.” She stood up and jerked her T-shirt back in place, the fabric stretching tightly over her large breasts, n*****s popping out like bullets from underneath, flesh bouncing with invitation enough to make Andie salivate.