3 comments/ 27093 views/ 10 favorites Stepsister Cures Me By: johnpauljonesjr79 Notes 1. All characters portrayed are adults (18+) 2. Story doesn't involve whips, chains or leather After an hour of teasing and denial I knew my stepsister Jen couldn't take it anymore, so just as she was about to blurt out the code word, I finally agreed to let her climax. We cuddled together after I unstrapped her and before switching roles so she could return the favor on me, we recounted the origins of our wonderful orgasm control dynamic and how we started engaging in it with each other before even knowing what it was. Ten years earlier, we had both entered our senior year of high school and though not biological siblings, built a tight emotional bond within the first year of living in the same house. One late October Friday evening I came home and slammed the door, not caring if I startled her. I knew she was home alone because our parents worked at their restaurant each evening and Jen's car was out front. She came downstairs with a look of frightened concern and asked me what was wrong, but I was too upset and embarrassed to talk at the moment. "NOTHING. I don't want to talk right now." You see, being somewhat reclusive, I had never experience real sex with someone, not even close until earlier that evening. I had just blown my chance to score with Becca Sloan, one of the more promiscuous girls in our class. The problem? I was too nervous to get an erection, and no amount of foreplay solved the dilemma. Couldn't bone up enough to even get a condom on. Worse yet, Becca thought it was funny. I went to my bedroom and closed the door, praying for death to take me away. After about an hour Jen knocked on my door and came in holding her mobile phone, and sat next to me on the bed. She wore red gym shorts and was in her bare feet, her long blonde hair matching her cream-colored T-shirt. She wasn't wearing a bra; she usually didn't around me this time of night, and I couldn't help staring at her nipples. "I got some texts from Becca Sloan a few minutes ago" she said. Jen's blank expression said it all: she knew. By now probably everyone knew what had happened. Or maybe I should say had not happened. "Did she send it to just you or were others copied on it?" "Yes, just me. And, I texted back that I would brutalize her if she told anyone else. She says she didn't tell anyone and wouldn't. And that she feels bad that she laughed and wants to know if you are okay." "Just tell her I'm fine." "Ok, I'll do it right now." She composed the text, hit send and then said "Come here, Max, you need a hug." Man did I ever, and the hug felt great. I had the hots for Jen and I think she knew it although neither of us had acted on it. We hugged a lot and sometimes I'd pop a boner from it, but not tonight. Jen knew I was a virgin and no doubt realized the devastation I felt. I kept my face buried on her shoulder and felt her turn her lips to my ear. "I panicked my first time and hated it, but all I had to do was lay there. Guys have it so tough, needing to perform right from the start, the first time." I nodded in agreement but didn't answer. Kinda liked her whispering to me like this. "Once you feel how great actually having sex with someone is, this will never happen again. You'll be rock hard from the beginning, trust me." Again I didn't answer. "You don't have any physical problems so it's just that you're anxious," she continued. "How do you know?" I asked. She let go of me and sat back, and then said, "I've seen you tent up a couple of times. So, you know, it can't be broken or whatever." "When?" "Sometimes when we hug I notice it, and then if I come out of the bathroom wearing just a towel. Oh, and also when we hug and I start licking your ear just to goof around. Or when you stare at my nipples, like you're doing now." I didn't feel a bit embarrassed by her saying this and Jen's face remained expressionless, her blue eyes twinkling. As I said, we were close. We talked a lot, about many topics including sex, although this discussion tonight was venturing a little further out on the branch. Finally after a few moments, I said, "Yeah, whatever. I guess I should be thankful that it's not because I have a busted package." Jen smiled. "What you need is the experience of a girl arousing you with her touch. It's a whole different ballpark than beating off – don't be embarrassed, we all do it – because once you feel that and you have an orgasm from her, even just once, you're going to want it so bad each time that you'll get a boner whenever you're with her." "Yeah," I said, "I'm sure you're right. But I'm not going to be Becca's lab rat, I'm done with her no matter if she apologizes or whatever, and as much action as she gets it's not like she's going to waste time training me." "I know, I know," said Jen, "I'd feel the same way if I were you. Anyone else you might like to ask out?" "None. If you hadn't fixed me up with Becca this wouldn't have even happened. Not that I'm blaming you or anything." "There are girls who would love to go out with you." "Sure, the bible belters saving themselves for marriage. You know, or the sick and the dead. Or maybe the hard cores and crack whores with diseases that would penetrate an iron rubber and make my dick look like --" I hesitated, trying to find a way to end the rant and since I was staring at her bare right one, said "like your foot". Jen laughed. "Yeah, okay, okay, I get it. You're so funny." "I'm funny, huh. My cock doesn't work right but I'm funny. So at least I got that going for me." "You're more crazy than funny, but at least you can laugh about all this dysfunctional penis stuff or whatever it's called. Let me sleep on it and maybe we can figure it out." "Sleep on it, you mean you want to sleep on my limp useless dick?" Jen sighed at my weak attempt at humor and then said, "Tomorrow's Saturday so between the two of us we should be able to come up with some possible solutions, if not by end of day then on Sunday." "It's my problem though, so you shouldn't waste your weekend on it." Jen hugged me again and let out a sigh. "Max, I don't think of it that way. You've had my back so many times in the past year that I'd do almost anything to help you. You're so unbelievably kind and supportive." With that, we said our goodnights and pecked each other on the cheek. Thus ended the night before what would become one of the most incredible days of my life, a day that would change so many things in a profound manner. I woke up the next morning and went to Jen's room but she was gone. The whole house was empty. Our parents' restaurant kept them occupied from dusk to dawn on the weekends and then I remembered that Jen was at the school's football game. She was a cheerleader and hated the games, especially on cold mornings like this one, but kept at it because the guidance counselor said it would help her get accepted at more colleges. I think he just liked the way she looked in her uniform but what the heck, the guy was only human. After my night of little sleep, awakened by nightmares of dying as a virgin and being taunted by classmates, being alone in the house worsened my bitter mood. Jen didn't return until three that afternoon. When she came in and I asked her how the game was, she said "It SUCKED. We got killed as usual. And I froze my nipples off." "Well, at least there's just one more game," I said as she put her stuff down. "I've been racking my brain trying to think of someone I could ask out, but – " "Hold that thought," Jen interrupted. "I have an idea but I'm not sure you'll be into it because it's kinda out there, but give me a bit to shower and then come upstairs to my bedroom. I also want to re-read one article I found online last night." I couldn't imagine what she was talking about. Perhaps a battery-powered dick sucker or something but in my troubled emotional state I would take any suggestions. I waited about thirty minutes and when I heard her finish drying her hair, waited fifteen minutes more. I went upstairs and knocked on her bedroom door. She had her white bathrobe on, a terrycloth robe with a thick belt around it tied in a loose knot across her waist, the robe reaching a few inches below her knees. I imagined she was nude underneath but that wouldn't be unusual. We often sat together with her wearing just her robe. I sat down beside her on her bed and said, "So, you have the magic answer to my woes? Can't wait to hear it." Jen smiled and then blushed, and said "Oh, yeah? Well, you just wait." She paused and stared into my eyes and sighed. "And?" I asked. "Okay, here's the deal. I've read a ton of stuff about this and while there are all sorts of crazy suggestions in chat rooms, I found one article that makes some sense." "My ears are all yours. Go on." She smiled. "From what I've read, the reason first-timers your age have this problem is that they feel guilty about still being a virgin and want to get past it, but when they go out with a girl and think they're going to go all the way, they start getting nervous right from the start. Even days before the date. And, when they can't perform, it just keeps getting worse each time. Is that sounding like what –" "Yeah, yeah, slow down. It's familiar all right. That's not too enlightening though. I already know all that." Jen beamed but didn't say anything, so I continued. "And you don't have to even ask. Yes, before the date I worried about it for days, and I wish I'd taken care of this milestone years ago, and yes I got more anxious as the night went on, blah blah blah." "So," Jen said, "this sex therapist who wrote it says the best way to solve this involves little increments, working with a girlfriend, or maybe a close female friend with a helpful open mind, someone who won't criticize. You go in with both parties knowing that there's not going to be any full-on sex at first, and you just do little stuff each time until the guy gets anxious, and then you add to it until he maintains an erection, and ultimately you're able go all the way and have intercourse. Or, at least until the guy has an orgasm depending on their relationship with one another." She paused and looked at me, awaiting my reaction. "And?" I asked once more. "That way, you know it's like I said yesterday, the guy experiences how great real sex feels, so the anxiety gets replaced by anticipation. Makes sense, doesn't it?" "Yeah, that does make sense," I answered. There's still a problem though." "You don't have a partner yet." "Right. That's a minor complication to say the least so while I appreciate that you looked into all this for me, aren't we right where we left off last night? Oh, and I'm not going to Becca or any --" "Well," Jen said, "that's why I said my idea is a bit 'out there'." "Huh?" "Bear with me," Jen said, then stretched her arms out in front of her, yawned as if anxious and arched her back so that it made a cracking noise. Her boobs looked spectacular when she did that, and sometimes when she was nervous – like now – she did it to take my eyes away from hers. "Okay," she continued while looking at the floor. "We're not true siblings. But we still shouldn't have sex, because that would be weird, depending on how you define the word 'sex'. To me, 'sex' means going all the way, or making someone come." I thought to myself, "No WAY, she's not going to suggest that we —" "So." She looked up at me, then away, and sighed between breaths. "I can't believe I'm going to say this." She paused again. "Say, um, say what?" I asked. "You'd think after a hot shower and running a hair dryer that I wouldn't still be freezing," she said, clutching her arms across her chest with a shiver, looking up at me. "Huh?" "Ok fine, enough, enough," she said, her gaze returning to the floor. "I'll just say it: I could be your close female friend. Like a surrogate". She let out a huge breath and then looked up at me with anticipation. I was stunned. She had actually said it. I responded by saying, "You're kidding. Right?" "Look, I said the idea was out there so don't make me feel like an—" "No no, it's not that at all it's –" "It's up to you", she said, her eyes dampening. "Wow", I said, and reached for her, hugging her close. Her robe parted so that her thighs were partially exposed. "I care about you," she whispered, trembling a bit, her forehead pressed tightly against my shoulder. "And I hate seeing you struggle. Plus, as you know, I don't have a boyfriend right now so why not?" "You'd really do this?" I asked. My pulse raced with excitement but I also felt a tinge of anxiety of the sort preceding my date with Becca. She said "Yes," and my heart almost exploded. Then she sat back and said, "A couple of conditions, though. You have to understand that there's none of the all-the-way stuff so that has to be clear. And no one can ever know about this." "Sure. Um. Of course," I stammered. "When do we start?" "Well, we're alone at least five more hours so why not right now?" I began trembling but not from being cold, and we hugged again. This was by far the most tantalizing concept I could have ever dreamed up. All the same, in the midst of hearing it I had this fear erupt regarding what I would do if my still-limp penis failed to rise to the occasion with Jen. "You're sure about this?" I asked. "Yeah, but one more thing: no kissing. It's too personal, weird and all that. Maybe on the cheek but no mouth. No intercourse, no coming, no kissing." I nodded in agreement and we both looked at each other as if neither quite knew what to do. Then she shifted over to me and we clutched each other again. "Are you hard now?" she asked whispering, her hands massaging my back underneath my shirt as I nuzzled her hair with my nose. "No." "God, this is SO weird," she said as she sighed. I didn't respond. "Do you want to be hard?" she asked, followed by a nervous giggle. "Why are you laughing? I hope you aren't playing some kind of trick with this." "Would never, never ever. You have to trust me," she said, scooting back. She continued, "And, if we're going to do this we should get down to business. So you might as well take your pants off and all that." I studied her and not seeing a hint of deceit in her eyes, concluded that she was indeed serious. She wasn't kidding. I got up, stood in front of her and unbuckled my jeans and let them drop. She sat there staring at my crotch, perhaps expecting a bulge in my underwear from a massive erection – one that didn't exist. I was limp as a fish. "Here, step out of your jeans and lie down beside me", she said, patting the bed. After I did so she said, "Let me have a look." My heart fluttered as she pulled at my underwear waistband and bent forward to peek. She then started removing them and I helped by propping my knees up. Her robe parted and now I could see her thighs almost all the way up. With my underwear gone, being naked in front of her excited me, all of me except for one part, and you already guessed which one. "Just relax," she said as she curled up beside me and placed the side of her face against my chin. My thoughts raced, especially about disappointing her when she was trying to help me, interrupted by her asking "Maybe you could kinda sit up a bit?" I did so while keeping my legs straight out in front of me, and she scooted over sitting Indian style with her legs crossed, alternately looking at my eyes and my flaccid cock. "Looks like we have to take this to the next level," she said. Then she draped her thigh across my lap and looked up to see how I reacted. Still nothing. She nuzzled up next to me nibbled on my ear, then licked around the outside of it. She knew how much I loved that, the warm wet feel of her tongue and the sound of her breathing. But, thanks to my continued anxiety I remained limp. "What did the good doctor say to do at this point?" I asked. "Well, they didn't include any play-by-play instructions. So. I guess we'll have to improvise." She bent forward for a closer inspection of my penis, and picked a piece of bathrobe fuzz off it with her fingertips. The upper part of her robe opened enough as she did so that I could see her entire right breast. "I thought you froze them off at the game," I said. "Huh?" "Your nipples." "Oh," she laughed clutching her robe back together. "Wait, maybe if you see them that will help. Here, knock yourself out." She turned her head to the side and held her robe open, exposing the most beautiful breasts imaginable. Aside from glimpses of them in the past of the down blouse variety, I'd never seen the entire display like this, and they were sensational. I stared in pleasure as her nipples hardened before me, and then she closed her robe and looked back at my penis. "Still nothing", she said. "Man." "I wish I had the –" "Shh," she said, and again slid down next to me. "I'm going to try something else, something that might get you going." "Like what?" "A little role-playing thing, make believe. Like this". She moved closer to me. "Guess what", she whispered, her lips brushing my ear. "Do you know how close my pussy is to your dick right now?" She had never talked dirty to me before. I liked it, and I mumbled "okay" as my penis started coming to life. "It's so, so close. Less than a foot I bet, and if your cock was hard it could just about reach it. And guess what else. My pussy is absolutely soaked right now, and if you weren't my stepbrother I'd be fucking your brains out in seconds." She pulled away and looked at me for a few seconds, blushing a bit while studying my face, and we both smiled. Then she looked down at what now was my massive hard on. "Wow, you like that sexy talk. That's the secret." "Yeah, it worked that time", I answered, trembling with excitement. "But, Becca tried that approach too, and it didn't do anything. So it's not like you cured me with just a few sentences." "Fine," she said. "We'll keep going, but remember the rules. By the way, I suspected you were big based on the bulges but – um – yeah. It is." She pulled us close and put her lips next to my ear again, her body pressed against my side, and whispered, "I'm going to touch you now. Are you okay with that?" I was nodding yes before she had finished. She continued to whisper in my ear, "I can't tell you how many times I've brought myself to an orgasm thinking about how hot you are. Now don't get nervous." Then she reached down and rubbed my inner thigh, slowly working her way up, and just as she was about to reach my scrotum, she stopped, turned her head and looked down at my erection, which was now throbbing. "Maybe it's best if we let you calm down first," she said. "The increment thing, the approach we are supposed to use. I think you're suitably turned on for this part of it." "Fine", I shrugged, faking indifference as best possible, though my heaving chest told the truth. We sat in silence, but with her being nude underneath her bathrobe and me exposed, there was no way my erection was going to subside. "Let's cover you up and then start fresh in a bit," she said as she gathered part of the bedspread and draped it over me. "Tell me when I should check." She laid back on her side of the bed facing away from me and started playing some sort of game on her mobile phone. I couldn't wait for my dick to shrink so I could feel her touch it, and with great concentration I focused on other things. It took what seemed like hours for it to soften up, during which we exchanged a few glances in which I conveyed "it's still hard" without speaking. Finally, it went soft and I told her, "Hate to interrupt your game, but I think you can check now." Stepsister Cures Me Jen rolled partway over and uncovered me, and my dick hardened again within seconds. "Good golly, look at that," she exclaimed. "You're definitely cured now. Congratulations." I did not want to hear these words so I protested with a series of "yeah buts" describing all the reasons why my impotence problem would still return. She listened to my rationale with a bit of an amused smirk, but then nodded in agreement after I said, "Remember what you told me last night? The guy has to experience a girl's touch to know what he's been missing." "Okay, okay, I get it," she said, smiling as if pleased that I used such compelling logic for continuing, giving me the sense that she had never intended for us to stop in the first place. "Oh, remember what the shrink says in the article," I added. "For it to work, he says the guy has to come." "No way," Jen said, her grin replaced by defiant protest. "First of all, it was written by a she, not a he. Second, there's no way I'm going to make you squirt." "But –" "No. No way, too weird, I said earlier that was out. I'll touch you and make you hard for a bit. But I'm not going to watch you spraying sperm all over my bedroom. I hope that's okay." "Okay," I said, realizing that her touching me was better than nothing. "Good", she said, turning her attention to my hardened cock. "If anything, I'll come kinda close to getting you off. That's all you need anyway, to know the excitement that comes from someone else's touch. Then when we're done you can go whack off in private, so there is, you know, that's your orgasm." She started rubbing my leg again like before and as she worked her way up, I couldn't contain myself and I reached for her shoulders. I wanted to hug her, to bury my nose in her hair, to literally crawl inside her and bang her brains out. She pushed me away while saying, "Maybe it's best if you keep your hands at your side rather than on me." I did just that, and she returned to feeling my leg, sliding ever so slowly upward. As her soft hand cupped my sack for the first time, I shivered and she stopped, looking at me and asking with just her eyes if I was okay, to which I nodded yes. Then she worked her soft, warm fingers up my shaft, eventually cupping the head in her hand, squeezing it, twisting around it, and then stroking down. In absolute ecstasy, I reached for her to pull her closer while saying "Don't stop" but again she pushed me away. "Whoa there tiger. Get control of yourself. Maybe we should let you calm down again." Words I dreaded, but ones that I knew I couldn't refute. She curled up beside me after covering me up as before, then turned so that her back was to me. And the same cycle repeated. She played on her phone, I thought about lawn mowers, and then when I went soft, she started feeling me again, and once more as my excitement grew uncontained I lost control of my hands after one stroke and grabbed at her, draping my arms around her waist and pulling her toward me. "Look!" she said, pushing me away, "what part of this don't you understand?" "I'm sorry. I can't help it. Please, let me, at least hold you," I begged. "Maybe this wasn't such a great idea." "No. Don't say that." She sighed and sat silently for a bit as the anger oozed out of her system. "Max, I want to help you. You have to realize that I do, and yes, I'm concerned that if we stop now, all will be wasted because just these few minutes, you know, you could be . . . you'll still be nervous with someone else when the time comes." "I fear that too." "Right. You know I love you, care about you and feel awful that you have this struggle. But, when you reach for me like that, your eyes are wild and it frightens me. It's like you're going to force –" "I would never do that. You know that." "It scares me though. I know that you would never do something hurtful to me, but still, it's upsetting me." "I don't mean to. I won't do it again." She rolled her eyes and we sat in silence. Then she started removing the belt to her bathrobe and held it in front of me. "This is going to sound kinky," she said, "but the only way I'll feel comfortable that you aren't going to grab me again is if I know that you can't." "What – bondage?" "Do me a favor and don't say that word around me ever again. I'm trying to help you." "Okay, I won't say it again." Jen threaded the belt around one of the thick wooden spindles in the bed's headboard, and pulled it tight. "Are you okay with this?" she asked. "Yes", I answered, shivering at what was unfolding. "Let's get your shirt off first," she said. I took it off and tossed it aside. Without saying anything Jen took one of my arms and placed it behind me, then the other. She shifted behind me and started tying my hands as I trembled with excitement. "You'd swear I was fat ass or something", she said. "This belt's plenty long enough, which is why I sometimes trip on the fucker." We both let out nervous laughter as Jen finished tying the knot. "Try it," she said. "See if you can break lose now." I tried pulling my hands apart, then away from the headboard, then right, then left, but she had me pretty well-secured. "No chance", I said. "You didn't know I was in the Girl Scouts for two years, did you?" she asked. "All that damn knot tying stuff for once pays off." We both laughed and I said, "I can't free my hands so I guess you're right." "Okay then, back to business. Listen, it's up to you if you really want me to do this to you. I've never done this stuff, but I've read it about it and it's supposed to be pretty intense. So, so um, you can say to stop at any time, you know." "Ok." "You're sure you want me to?" "Yeah, I'm sure" I said, shaking. Jen gave me hug and whispered that she felt better now with my hands restrained. "Thanks for understanding," she said softly. Then she licked inside my ear. I jerked my head away and pulled at the belt but it was no use. "Whoa, you're trying to kill me," I said, half joking. "Already". "You want us to stop?" she whispered. "No." "Good. Bear with me. The more excited you get during this, the better the odds that you went be nervous with someone else later. I won't hurt you, I love you too much for that. And I promise I will stop the minute you ask. Do you trust me?" "Yes," I answered. She reached down to my erection, and looking me in the eyes, took hold of it by the shaft, walking around on it with her fingertips. "I think I'd be able to tell, but if you feel as if you're going to come, be sure to let know me in time so I can stop." "Okay," I said, thrusting upward with my hips in response to her touching me. "But I still don't see what the big deal is if I did." "Just don't," she said. "I'm going to start stroking you again now." She wrapped her fingers around the top of my cock, paused and look at me to see if I would protest. I didn't, and she squeezed tighter and began stroking. Once. Then twice. I tugged at the belt and she stopped. "Getting close already?" she asked. "No, not even," I blurted out with my teeth clenched. She smiled and then stood up, walked over to her dresser and came back with some hand lotion. "You will be in a minute," she said with a sarcastic smile. She squirted some lotion on her hands and made a point of rubbing them together in front of me, right up by my face, and said "I'm trying to be as sexy as I can for you to make sure this works. I hope I'm not making a fool of myself." "You're not. Believe me." "Ok good. So then, ready to resume?" she asked. I nodded yes. "You sure?" she asked. "With my hands lubricated it's probably going to feel a lot more – " "I'm sure." "Okay, but remember I'll stop for you if you say you've had enough of this." I shook my head yes and she started again. Now we entered a whole new dimension, the feeling of her warm, slippery hands first fondling my sack, then one of them sliding up, her fingers loosely pressing my shaft into her palm, inching toward the top, and she squeezed tighter and twisted her hand around the head while still gently grasping my balls with her other hand, and then stroked down, all the way down, causing me to convulse, grunt and lunge up more forcefully with my hips while trying to break free. I bit my lower lip again as she started the next one, bringing me ever closer to the edge of climax. "I think I should stop again for now", she said after completing just one additional stroke. I remained breathless, heaving and panting, feeling like an enormous load would burst out of me at any second. But it didn't. Jen stared down at my penis, then lightly grasping it between her fingernails to minimize further stimulation, leaned forward for an inspection. "I think I see a little bit of pre-cum oozing out of you." "I'm sure you do", I whispered. "Let's stop for a few minutes while you unwind." "Oh God, not this again. I hate this part." She smiled, wiped her hands on her robe, and then crouched beside me resting her head on my shoulder. Her freshly washed and dried hair smelled so wonderful, and I wanted to reach around her and pull her on top of me but couldn't. For a few minutes neither of us spoke. "I must confess," she then whispered in my ear, "a lot of what I said about thinking of you in a sexual way. Well, it's true. Most of it is true, but, you know, all just fantasy." I tugged with my hands but it was no use, so I said "I can't even tell if you're doing your role-playing character again or being real with me when you say that." "It's real," she whispered. "All of it has been real, and actually, I haven't been pretending about anything. I'm going to stroke you a few more times now." Jen sat up with her knees under her, the robe splitting to reveal most of both thighs, and then re-applied the lotion to just her right hand. She looked at me with her shiny blue eyes, a raised brow conveying "Are you ready?" I signaled yes by tilting my chin, and then she cupped my balls once more and worked up my shaft all the way to the head, squeezing tighter. Her first stroke made me close my eyes, and my pelvic thrust progressed to where I froze in an upward arch as I struggled against the restraint, my feet digging deep into the bed. She stroked again, then once more, then once more. "Uh oh," she said, "more pre-cum, better let you settle down again." Now I was moaning, my chest heaving, and I started begging "Don't, please don't, don't make me wait again." "How about I untie you and we quit. Then you can go whack off now if you want." She looked amused and it angered me. "No. Please just finish me," I begged, hoping she would. She snuggled up to me again like before and chuckled under her breath, then whispered, "Man, they say this is intense but I had no idea. Sure you're okay? You look pretty stressed right now. But I can tell you like it." She then nibbled on my ear lobe. "Now you're being plain evil," I said in a loud voice. "Jesus Christ, don't get mad at me. I'm just trying to make sure you stay hard and don't go limp." "Yeah, like THAT's going to happen," I answered with sarcasm. "Should I stop now?" "No, don't," I commanded. "We're not done, I'm not sure I'm cured yet." "Well which is it, you say I'm evil but you still want me to give you more?" I didn't answer. Truth was, given the choice, yeah, I wanted her to continue torturing me and she knew it. My pleasure during the time when she stroked me outweighed the agony when she stopped. "I bet you're the one who's enjoying this the most." I said. "You really ARE wet under there, god damn it, aren't you?" Jen smiled and blushed. "I can't lie to you, it's a turn on for sure. I mean, of course it is." She glanced away, thought for a minute, then looked back and said, "You know what, I'm going to have to try this sometime myself, except with me being the one who's tied up." The casual way she stated this coupled with her carefree expression infuriated me, and ignited a conflict of wanting to fuck her concurrent with resentment bordering on rage. I sat in silence, glaring at her, feeling my eyes burning holes into hers, and when she smirked I pulled at the belt harder than ever as I shouted, "You're beyond evil, Jen. SCREW YOU." She jolted with shock, my words stunning her for a moment, and she leaned back as if struggling with whether to respond to my fury in kind, or with compassion. She chose the latter. Curling up to me again with her lips at my ear, she whispered, "Be nice. I love you. Remember, there was no play-by-play and when we started, neither of us knew how or where this would end. We are just making it up as we go along. Just settle down. Okay?" I didn't answer and let out a giant exhale of agony, and within a minute felt her hand reach back to my cock as she pressed her forehead into the side of my face. She stroked once, then a second time, me feeling and hearing her hot breaths, me lunging up about to explode, and then she stopped. "Oh JESUS not again!" I cried. She initially smiled and then, sensing that I might yell at her again, let her facial expression turn blank. "Remember to trust me. Let's just rest here quietly for a bit." She placed her head on my shoulder, her breasts inside her bathrobe pressed against my right side. I burned with desire, still tugging at the belt with no success, my erection on fire but helpless. After a few minutes Jen draped her leg across mine but kept her face buried. "Those things I was saying earlier, about how I think of you when I masturbate," she whispered. "They were all true and they've grown even more so throughout this. And yes, you're correct. I am enjoying this." I didn't respond but noticed her breathing becoming heavier. The pace of her breaths continued to increase as she slid tighter against me, pressing her crotch into my right hip, the fabric of her bathrobe digging into my skin. "I love you," she murmured, then pressed her crotch against me harder for a second, then eased up, then grinded it into me again. A bit of a moan now accompanied her hot breaths and she carried on like this for a minute, pleasuring her pussy against me. I wasn't sure what to make of it. "What the hell?" I asked. She didn't answer right away. After another minute or so during which the pace of her thrusts against me increased, she picked her head up and looked into my eyes, her expression now a mixture of invitation and savagery. I shook as she sat up and then slipped the robe down from her shoulders, revealing her breasts to me again, her eyes glued to mine as her hungry expression intensified. She paused for a moment and then removed the robe completely, tossing it to the side, our eyes still joined. Then she sprawled by my side grinding her now-uncovered pussy against me like before, and whispered within a heavy breath, "I'm going to untie you now." She reached behind me to untie the knot, her breasts flat on my chest against my bare skin, still grinding herself into my hip. With my hands free I held her tight like I'd wanted to do for so long. I rolled her so that she was completely on top of me as she plunged her tongue into my mouth and we kissed, moaning, as my hands traveled down her back and grabbed her buttocks, pulling her firmly against me. Without saying a word she tugged me to the side and I complied, rolling us over, our tongues still in each other's mouths. Jen reached for my penis, spread her legs, and rubbed the head gently against her warm, wet vagina. I slid inside her, experiencing this incredible lusciousness for the first time, my nose buried deep in the wonderful fragrance of her hair. I hugged her chest to mine as we completed the first thrust, our foreheads pressed together and eyes still locked, and we worked together for one more thrust, both of us panting and moaning, Jen closing her eyes, and then another thrust, then three more, then I pressed as deep as I could and we held it there until my cock exploded with fury inside her as I cried out in ecstasy. Jen squeezed me with her legs driving me even deeper inside her, and dug her chin into my shoulder as her orgasm overpowered her, causing her to yell with pleasure. I lunged into her a few more times to extend our gratification and then we stopped, trying to catch our breath, perspiration forming where her cheek rested next to mine, both of us panting. We clutched each other in silence and entered the stage of post-climax tranquility where breathing slows and thoughts remain silent. I have no idea how much time passed. Finally as Jen tilted her head to the side so she could study my face, a tear formed and trickled down her cheek. "Did you like that?" she whispered. "Oh God did I ever." "Me too, I loved it." I massaged her back and reached up to the side of her head, and then brushed away of bit of hair that had fallen across her face. "Loved it too. To say the least," I replied. We clutched each other for a few more minutes, our cheeks again connected. Then Jen whispered, "Thank you for trusting me. All is okay from here on." She stopped and licked inside my ear one final time, swirling her tongue round and round, and then whispered so quietly that I could barely hear her, "You are cured now."