Chapter 8: Tanya Goes Up In The Barn

Lanya took up penis duty as the other three sat on the couch to chat. They figured out that five days would be up at eleven o'clock in the morning on Saturday. Martha guessed that after five days of being kept awake and teased I would probably need at least sixteen hours of sleep. So, the girls agreed that my day of being allowed to fuck any of them I wanted to all day long would start at six in the morning on Sunday. And then they came up with "the rule" for the next five days. After a bit of discussion, it was decreed that if I fell asleep, lost my erection, or accidentally came during the next five days, the free day of fucking would become a full day of being punished by the girls, with each of them being able to do whatever they wanted whenever they wanted to.

As I listened to all of this, I remained in my customary shy silence, and tingled with the excitement of submission and the anticipation of having a full day of the orgasms I was so desperately craving. I just needed to make it through the five long days... I calculated it in my head... 120 hours. I was good at math, and had gotten all A's the year before in fifth-grade arithmetic.

The girls and Martha agreed that they'd have to work as a team, and had Tanya and Kaitlyn make a schedule of which of them would be on-shift in any given hour and when they'd all get their sleep in. They went off to do this to the sound of Tanya's battery-powered boom box. She had rechargeable batteries and took the charger down the road a bit to a neighbor's barn when she needed juice. They had an outdoor electrical outlet. They also had a fifteen-year-old daughter that Tanya liked to play with. Lately, their play had turned into sexual experimentation, and Tanya had discovered that she herself liked to be tied up and her pussy licked, and also to be spanked.

So, as Lanya and Martha worked on my erection (Lanya licking it while Martha sat on my face to deliver her sweaty scents to me deliciously) Kaitlyn and Tanya made a five-day schedule. This took over two hours, and her boom box batteries died. Time to recharge.

As my sister took over my cock, Martha made dinner and Lanya went to bed. She and Tanya would be sharing this first night's penis shifts in two four-hour blocks. Martha made coffee and put it on ice in the cooler so that the girls would be able to feed it to me every two hours or so.

Tanya walked with her battery charger to the neighbor's barn a half-mile down the dirt road. She carried the charger and dead batteries in a paper sack that also contained the little quirt that Martha had brought out for the girls to use on Jamie's cock if it looked like he was going to come. She had been immediately turned on by that little leather whip, and she wanted it used on her ass. The last time she'd come to the barn for "battery charging" her fifteen-year-old friend Cindy hadn't been home. She saw that Cindy was here this time, though. She was sitting on the front stoop of her family's farmhouse, reading a magazine. Tanya hooted to her, and Cindy smiled widely and jogged over to the barn where Tanya was plugging in her battery charger. It would take two hours.

Cindy was a very pretty girl. She was two grades ahead of Tanya at school, and next year Tanya would be joining her in the new high school downtown. They had been friends as far back as either could remember. Lately, they had of course become more than play friends, although most of the time they still spent together was completely normal and innocent.

But on this evening, Tanya had other thoughts. She told Cindy that she wanted to "Go up in the barn" This was the girl's longtime code for sharing something secret... they would go up into the barn's hayloft where they couldn't be seen, or even heard unless they were especially loud, pull up the ladder, and hang out there in privacy. The chances of Cindy's father or brother going up into the hayloft was remote, and even if it happened, they would be heard opening the barn door or lowering the hayloft ladder on its loud rope and pulley mechanism. But in ten years of "going up in the barn" the closest they ever came to being bothered was when Cindy's brother had gone up there to fetch a bucket of nails he needed for a project he was working on. The hayloft was no longer used to store any hay; years ago it had been converted into a storage space for tools and miscellaneous seldom-used farm items.

Cindy grinned at Tanya as she heard this. She knew that for the past year or so, when Tanya wanted to "go up in the barn" it meant that she wanted to get into some kissing and sixty-nining. Lately, Tanya had been asking Cindy for spankings. She liked to lie over Cindy's lap and have Cindy pull down her shorts and smack her butt with her hand, and pretty hard, too! The very first time, as Cindy was coming for the second time as she and Tanya were curled into a frantic sixty-nine, Tanya had blurted out "spank my butt!" and "spank me Cindy!" Cindy had played along, tapping a few pitty-pats onto Tanya's ass as she bucked in orgasm.

But when the girls had breathlessly uncoiled, Tanya had deliberately crawled across Cindy's lap and lowered her own shorts, exposing her flawless thirteen-year-old ass to the older girl. "Now, really spank me," she'd said. And Cindy had started softly, building up to hard whacking that stung her palms as Tanya moaned and kept saying "Harder! harder!"

Now, every one of the five times since that the pair had "gone up", it had ended with a good hard spanking of Tanya's ass. The last one had resulted in purple bruises that Tanya could still see in the mirror two days later.

As soon as the barn door was closed behind them, Tanya opened up her paper sack and showed the quirt to Cindy. "I want to eat pussy, and I want you to whip me with this while we sixty-nine," announced the eighth-grade graduate.

"Then, I want you to tie me to that pole up there and whip me with it, like, really hard."

Cindy gleamed back at her friend. They practically ran to the crankwheel that, when rotated, lowered the bottom piece of the loft ladder to the barn floor.

As soon as they were in the loft's sanctuary with the ladder retracted, they were entangled on top of the pile of blankets that covered one corner. Shorts were unfastened and lowered to knees, panties likewise, and young female mouths dove into already-wet pussies. As her first orgasm began to build, Cindy found the handle of the foot-long whip and grasped it firmly. The whip consisted of nine thin strips of leather about nine inches long, and with small knots tied into the end of each, attached to a wooden handle wrapped with a thin leather sheath. As she tasted the thicker juices that Tanya excreted every time she came, Cindy began to flail the younger girl's ass with the whip. But the leverage was all wrong, and she couldn't get much behind the blows, so she began to bring the lashes down onto Tanya's bobbing back.

The tiny knots left red dots on Tanya's shoulders as the strips spatted against her skin.

Tanya's pussy-eating became even more intense as she was being whipped, and Cindy began to moan with her wave of orgasm. Tanya lapped the tenth-grader's clit and swallowed her flowing juices as her tongue and lips smacked and darted across the topknot of her friend's swollen pink sex. For a few more wild moments the pair continued to buck and heave before settling into a more langorous and atmospheric half hour of tender lapping of labia. Cindy spaced out the individual lashes to Tanya's back, but used more force. Stripes formed.