0 comments/ 14853 views/ 0 favorites House Arrest By: Wudaddy *Click.....beep.....chirp!* The man snapped the device shut and activated it. "Alright. You know the drill. If you go beyond the ankle monitor markers that were placed outside, you can expect those red and blue lights outside your door," said the man. "Yeah, yeah, whatever," said the girl with a huff. Her fate was sealed. Her freedom, very limited. She'd been too much of a burden to the surrounding community, which came with a price that would drive her stir crazy. House arrest. It was almost an insult to her. Caddy might as well had been in jail, instead of having potentially limitless freedom dangled right in front of her, but crippled by an active ankle bracelet. She was 20 years old, and at 15, started a rap sheet that's now about as long as the radius of her ankle monitor: sell of illegal substance, use of illegal substance, vandalism, gang related activity, petty theft, and a failed attempt at prostitution, in addition to other offenses. Her latest effort was assault, for which she was supposed to have gotten a minimum sentence of a year. At the hearing, the judge decided otherwise, since the nearby detention facilities were crowded with criminals with more serious offenses. It also helped that her uncle was a district attorney, hence the lesser punishment. Caddy was very much a tomboy. She stood at 5 foot 8. She had light brown skin and hazel eyes. She had shoulder-length black hair, which was now in a ponytail and wrapped in a grey bandanna. She had a "battle scar" on her left cheek, from one of her many street brawls. Her attire left something to be desired also: baggy jeans and an oversized white Sean John shirt, hiding the curves that not many men ever knew she had. With a little makeup and more feminine threads, she might have the men flocking. The officer left after explaining some guidelines to Caddy's mother. She'd occasionally give Caddy the look of disappointment as the man talked to her. He found his way out of the home shortly thereafter. "I can't believe the aggravation you've put me through," her mother said coldly. "My only child, a damn near menace to society!" "Mom, I'm sorry, I....." "I don't want to hear shit from you right now! I've got to get to work. I'll deal with you when I get home." She stormed out the door. Caddy stood there, nearly tearing up. Her mother wanted so much for Caddy. She knew she'd hurt her mother, and she was just as angry at herself for not trying to break her vicious cycle. But it was all she knew. In the meantime, she was bored. She needed something to occupy her time. She spent some time talking with friends on the phone, trying to stay abreast of the current goings on while on lockdown. That didn't last too long, since her friends had other things to do, an advantage that came along with having freedom. She watched some TV, flipping to the Maury show, which had its usual "Who's the Father?" episode. That gave her some laughs for 60 minutes. It was all too familiar to her, since some of her friends could also be shoo-ins for potential guests. But once again, she was bored out of her mind. To calm her boredom, she decided to do something she hadn't done since she was 17.....get dolled up. She went into the bathroom and ran some bath water, pouring some of her mother's bubble bath into the tub. As the tub filled, Caddy unbuttoned and pushed down her oversized pants, which covered white boxers with green dollar signs all over them. She then peeled off the boxers, revealing a rounded ass with subtle stretch marks. Her legs were smooth and toned -- all that running from the cops paid off in that regard. The huge white shirt came off without a problem, then she went for the white sports bra she was wearing. It was tight, pressing against her breasts as she pulled at it. After a brief tug, off it came, going over her head as her nice, round "C" cups plopped to her chest. The bandanna stayed on. She extended her long leg into the hot bath water, sending a slight zing through her body as she adjusted to the temperature. She breathed a sigh as she settled into the suds. She laid back and let her mind wander. Then, the thought of her mother's disappointment resurfaced. She thought about how sorry she was and how she'd make it up to her. She made a vow in her mind to try and do better with her life. Then, she felt a sensation. Some suds were popping around her nipple. It wasn't long at all before it became stiff, protruding at least a half inch from her areola. The feeling sent pleasurable little chills throughout Caddy's chest as each small bubble popped, creating goose bumps, and making her other nipple become erect as well. It had been about a month since Caddy had some cock, way too long for her. She last got her last taste of good sex at a gang-affiliated party. They were both drunk, but at least she still savored the memory of how he gave it to her while hidden in a backyard tool shed, with other drunken partiers wandering about the lawn outside. Not the most romantic encounter, but it felt incredible. She could feel herself getting wet, although submerged in the water. She sat in the water, suffering. She fought so hard not to touch her nipples, doing so would set her off. She wouldn't be able to control her sexual urges. After a few minutes, the feeling slowly began to leave her. She scrubbed herself clean, going easy on her hot spots, careful not to provoke herself, then flipped the drain release toggle. She wrapped herself in a towel upon stepping out of the tub. She walked to her bedroom, the towel snug against her, the crease between her ass and thighs visible just below the towel as she walked. She untied her bandanna, letting her hair down. When reaching for her lotion, her towel fell off, tauntingly grazing her nipples on its way down. It sent a warm tingle throughout her body. She tried to ignore it, moving along as if it didn't happen. She began slowly rubbing lotion on her arm, then the other. Once her arms soaked up the scented moisture, she rubbed some across her collar bone, then under her breast. Careful not to graze her nipples again, she rubbed lotion on the top of her breasts, then in between. She rubbed a little on her stomach, then on her toned ass and thighs. She then sat down on her bed to do the front side of her legs and around the ankle monitor, oblivious to the position she would put herself in within the next few moments. As she reached down to massage lotion into her shins, her nipples rubbed heavily against her legs. She immediately stopped and repositioned herself, leaning more forward, placing her tits beyond her knees. She began rubbing again, each rub causing her cute tits to swing back and forth, her nipples smacking against her knees. "Fuck," she mumbled to herself. Her nipples were already swollen by the time she looked at them. She was feeling tingly again, and before she knew it, her hand was reaching for it. In her mind, she forbade herself against touching them, but her hand wouldn't stop. A gentle squeeze was all it took, and it was over. She instantly laid back on her bed, still gripping the nipple. It felt great, creating euphoria. She agonized herself with her self inflicted stimulation. She got hot and lightheaded, sensations stirring throughout her body. "Feels so fucking good," she said aloud to herself, as she reached down to fondle her clit. Being able to vent her sexual frustration in an empty house excited her. "Shit! Fuck! Damn!" She let it all hang out. It wasn't even 15 seconds into lightly squeezing her clit, and her orgasm began quaking inside of her. Her legs clenched together and she rolled over into the fetal position, squeezing her hand into her crotch as she screamed out into her pillow. The orgasm wasn't long past, and although her legs were noodles, she was up out of her bed, ransacking her drawers for her toys. She pulled out a dildo with a smaller dick affixed above it for clit stimulation while penetrating. She immediately pushed it into herself, and collapsed back onto the bed, squirming while she pleasured herself. She moaned aloud while she squeezed her supersensitive nipples. Had she never touched them, she wouldn't be in this predicament. She could feel another collection of spasms coming on, then there was a problem. "Aw shit!" she said in frustration. Apparently, while she was away being pushed through the court system, the power in the batteries of the dildo had gotten weak, and the vibrations from the toy were becoming faint. "Dammit!" she sighed. Desperately, she began to pump the toy in and out of her furiously, determined to milk another orgasm out of it. With enough grinding and pumping, she worked herself back to her previous state, at the brink of climax. She shivered as the contractions began, yelling out for anyone outside to hear. Soon after, she lied there panting, her nipples standing up on her chest. 'It's not over,' she said in her mind. She was horny, and needed to find satisfaction somehow, even if it meant masturbating herself into a coma. Caddy heard some noise approaching. That of a grossly amplified stereo system, booming and vibrating the place as it got closer. She looked out the window to see the car of a rival gang coming near, and instantly, her street personality kicked in. She had to confront them and represent her set. She scrambled to find something, anything to wear. She managed to slip on a white tank top and purple boy shorts. It made no sense to go out looking like this, but she didn't care, time was of the essence. The car had almost passed her house. She grabbed a pistol out of her mother's drawer and darted out of the door, yelling obscenities at the car. "Raise up, motherfuckas!" she yelled, wielding the handpiece. "What's up? What's up? You got some beef motherfuckas!" Yelling could be heard from the car. "Man, step on that shit yo! She's strapped!" one of the guys yelled to the driver. While they also had weapons in the car, they'd have to be loaded; they wouldn't be ready to fire back at anyone. Nonetheless, they taunted her as they sped away, taking for granted that she was female, and probably didn't have good shooting range. "That trampy bitch can't shoot!" someone yelled as they all laughed. Caddy began running after the car, totally disregarding the distance she was permitted with the ankle bracelet. It began to beep, which forced her to stop running. She immediately turned around and ran back to the house, put away the gun and dove into the couch, shivering, wondering what would happen when the police arrive. Thoughts rushed her brain about the consequences of her actions, and her mother's disappointment in her earlier. 'Shit! What I just did was so stupid,' she thought in her head. Within minutes, the police were there. They kicked in the door, causing Caddy to jump out of her skin. They scattered and searched the place for any other occupants, while two of the cops began to arrest Caddy. "No, let her be. I want to ask her some questions first," said the senior officer. Another officer came over and confirmed that the rest of the house was clear, then they all went to their cars. The senior officer, a Corporal, stared at Caddy, in disbelief. "Caddy? Cadalanna Imez? Tell me my eyes are fooling me." Caddy stood there, confused. The Corporal still stood there stunned at the sight of her. Blood began to rush to his cock as he fought the impending erection. He couldn't believe the sexy being that stood before him. Her chest and stomach, shiny with sweat from her previous exertion. Her nipples, hardened from her fight-or-flight-induced adrenaline rush. The way that tank top pressed down on her chest and concaved her waist, while her boy shorts defined the top of her thighs and had ridden up her ass from running. He radioed his backup outside, "Guys, everything in here is 10-4, you can resume normal patrols." He turned his eyes back onto Caddy. "I swear, I just left here this morning, warning you about what would happen if you violated the ground rules of house arrest." She stood there, feeling scared. "Corporal Braxton, I'm so sorry, what I did was so stupid. My mother is going to be so pissed at me. I made a promise to myself that I'd change," she sobbed. "It's okay," the Corporal said gently, wiping her tears. The silence that followed brought on an awkward feeling. Then Caddy did what seemed natural, she moved closer to Braxton to embrace him for comfort. As she did so, she purposely pulled his arm down from her face, acting as if it were in the way, pulling it across her chest, then to the side so he could wrap it around her. The Corporal felt the hard nipple graze his arm through her tank top as she moved it, her exact intention. His cock shifted, struggling for freedom from his pants. Now she was wrapped in his arms, seeking any reassurance she could get. She felt his bulge against her lower abdomen. She extended her hand down there and rubbed the throbbing mass that was beneath his pants. Pretending that Caddy hadn't actually done that, the Corporal held back his reaction, keeping a straight face. She felt safe in the arms of the officer assigned to monitor her, yet still hot and bothered. She hadn't forgotten what she'd done to herself earlier, and despite all that had happened up to this point, she was still yearning for gratification. The Corporal was just above average looking, but her horniness made him appear more attractive. She didn't care for uniforms, but couldn't help but think about what could happen between them, while still fearing the end result. She looked up at him, her hazel eyes looking into his. "It's not right for me to be dressed like this in front of you, maybe I should go put something on," she said softly. She let go of him, and awkwardly began to walk away towards her bedroom, the wedgy in her boy shorts still displaying the perfect profile of her behind. The sight of her from the rear was too good, and he immediately walked up and bear hugged her from behind, his cock grinding into her toned ass cheeks while his hand moved up her stomach towards her breasts. This is exactly what she was hoping for, but was afraid to ask for. Her nipples were in dire need of stimulation, and the anticipation of the moment where any part of him would touch them was killing her. He scooped her up with ease, and placed her on the couch. Off came his shoes, gun belt and pants, while she laid on the couch with one leg propped over the back of it. He couldn't get over her nipples, and stared intently at them as he undressed, while she looked on, already panting. He knelt over her, pulling her tank top over her breasts. Caddy's boy shorts were soiled, from the anticipation of his breast play. He took his finger and began rubbing the areola of her left breast, tracing circles around the nipple. She shivered, and desperately wanted her sensitive nipple to be touched. He continued working on the areola. He then licked his finger, and began rubbing again. She gave a frustrated moan, as if begging for her nipple to be squeezed. He continued rubbing the areola. "Please," she whispered, with her eyes closed tight, and a frown upon her face, deep in concentration. He didn't respond, and continued teasing the areola, now rippled with bumps. She moved her chest so the nipple could get a taste of the wet finger, but to no avail. He stopped, then resumed when she was lying still again. He kept on with the areola. He purposely grazed the nipple, just to fish for a reaction. "Ah," she exhaled, as her body involuntarily jerked. Her nipple was harder than ever. No man has ever taken his time to get her worked up like this before. She actually thought her nipple would explode. The Corporal began massaging the swollen mound through her boy shorts, her moisture getting all over his palm. She began gyrating her waist in rhythm with his rubs, her areola still under stress from his teasing stimulation. She was breathing deeply now, pulling his head, trying to get his mouth near her nipple. He fought against her pulling, and instead, kissed the inside of her legs, sending little shivers throughout her body. Again she begged softly, "please, I can't take it." While still rubbing between her legs, he moved up to her lips and kissed them softly. She impatiently kissed him back, trying to hurry him southward to her chest. He ignored the gesture, and kissed her neck, then her shoulders. She was becoming irritated, and her whimpers were becoming grunts. The Corporal finally decided he had his fun, and went to the nipple. It was still bumpy around the areola and the nipple was now extremely puffy and rounded, unlike the normal squared shape it becomes when erect. He grazed the nipple once more, causing her body to tense up. Then he licked it. Caddy moaned in great relief. The Corporal clamped down on the nipple with his teeth, giving intermittent nibbles as Caddy squirmed furiously. Then he bit down harder, sucking and licking at the nipple between his teeth. Caddy struggled to hold on to her composure, but the ambiance created from his actions was too great. She began to feel something that never before accompanied nipple play. She squealed as a surprising climax began to take place. She clawed the pillows of the couch and wrapped her legs around him, trying to squeeze out every last contraction while he continued to nibble. She settled down back into the couch, now sweating from the buildup. Her tank top was damp, and her panties had wet patches of sweat all around. The Corporal was rigid from toying with her. He ripped off her bottoms and parted her legs. To his surprise, he saw a tattoo, etched above a cleanly shaved pussy, saying "Caddy's Zone." Heated at this discovery, his cock pulsated all the more. He spanked her clit a couple of times while she looked on, bracing herself for penetration. He began pushing his way in. She frowned at the brief pain of her vaginal walls adjusting to his girth, releasing a long grunt. She liked a little pain with her pleasure, and became more aroused upon his entry. Instantly, she was spreading her legs wider, inviting the Corporal to go deeper already. Caddy brought her hips up to meet his strokes, as he fed himself into her. Each stroke ended with a slight pain, which drove Caddy crazy. "Aye papi, it's so good," she moaned. "Your dick is so right for my pussy." Her face contorted as the direct, slightly shocking pains accompanying each stroke vibrated throughout her body, her nicely rounded breasts jiggling back and forth with each stroke. The Corporal took out his cock and teased her clit with it. He then licked upon the sensitive nub, then moved upward towards Caddy's mouth so she could taste it. She loved how she tasted on his tongue. While kissing her, he slammed himself back into her, and began pounding, breaking the kiss. He grabbed the inside of her thighs and began pulling her into his rod. Her mouth was wide open with broken moans exiting her throat. Focused on her tits again, he leaned over, still pounding, and sucked the nipple, which was now sore from earlier. He then squeezed firmly on the other, rolling it between his thumb and finger. Within seconds, Caddy was thrashing about, seemingly trying to escape the almost immediate climax that caught her off guard. "FUCK!" was all she could yell out before the remainder of her breath was forced out of her, due to contending with the powerful contractions that were temporarily seizing her midsection. As she came down from the orgasm, her face took on a glazed look. Her mind, to a degree, became foggy. She tried to stay with it, but was barely holding on. The Corporal was getting close. Caddy could feel him expanding inside her. "On my tits baby, on my tits!" suggested Caddy. This was right up the Corporal's alley, and with one final, pounding thrust to remind her who temporarily commanded her pussy, he pulled out. Immediately standing to his feet, he squirted several strongly flowing streams of semen all over her chest. Caddy smeared the hot, gooey fluid all over her, then stuck her cum-laden fingers into her mouth. She remained on the couch with her legs spread open, looking up at him and licking her lips. The Corporal was taken. He never thought he'd end up having a piece of ass from a female gang member, the precise type of person he'd been protecting the community from for years. House Arrest Now that he was coming down from the height of his arousal, he realized that what he'd done wasn't one of his greater decisions career-wise. Funny thing is, he wanted to do it again. The thrill was too much to deny. Fortunately, he finished his deed in time, as duty called..... "All units, B-O-L, two male suspects, believed to be Hispanic, both wearing white t-shirts and jeans, last seen headed west on Simpson Avenue. Suspected of a 211 in Zone 5. All units responding, identify." The Corporal hurried to his radio and answered, uttering his first words since before the encounter, "Unit 243 responding." Caddy stared as he rushed to put on his uniform, beginning to fondle her clit. "Don't you ever get enough?" he asked, his cock beginning to push through his pants once again at the sight of her hunger for more. "Is there such thing?" she asked. "Maybe we could arrange a time for you to give me more." With no response, he only smirked, buckled his belt, and headed out the door. Caddy continued to play with her clit, only putting herself back into the state of frustration, squeezing her sore nipple and climaxing again as she heard the Corporal's sirens blaring as he sped away. To her dismay, she'll never know if the Corporal would return, neither would she be able to keep her sexual urges at bay while on house arrest. House Arrest Sweat trickled down Marissa's spine as she stretched toward the brilliant blue sky. Fluffy white clouds skidded across the horizon. It was a beautiful, lovely day and yet Marissa was irritated and bored. She hadn't left the house in forever, and it seemed like nobody had come for a visit in ages. At first, having the house to herself all summer sounded like a wonderful thing. After several weeks of it, Marissa sometimes wished her parents would stay home. She couldn't think of a single new thing to do, and she was sure her brain was rotting in her skull. Worst of all, she hadn't fucked in weeks. Marissa knew she couldn't really blame anyone for her misery but herself. At the very beginning of the summer, Marissa had walked into her boyfriend's house to find him and another girl they went to college with having sex on his couch. Furious, she had stormed out of the house and vandalized his car. Chaos ensued, and everything culminated in a thick plastic bracelet around her left ankle. She had been put on house arrest for two months, and each moment crawled by. The lack of activity in her life was excruciating. Worst of all, her 19th birthday had come and gone and she'd still been stuck at home. Marissa readjusted her white bikini on her thin frame and slipped into the pool. Holding her breath, she dunked all the way under the water. It was cool and quiet on the bottom, and for a moment she felt completely content. At last, she rose to the surface, slick with water. And then she heard it. A car rolling into the driveway. She could tell, solely from the positioning of the sun in the sky, that it was way too early for either of her parents to be home from work. Marissa climbed out of the pool and wrapped herself in the towel that rested on the deck chair, before cautiously entering the house. She crept across the plush carpet of the living room and grabbed a baseball bat from the hall closet. Horrified, she watched the doorknob twitch. Had she locked the door after her parents had gone? She couldn't remember for sure. She raised her bat in the air as the door swung open, but all fear dissipated when she saw who stood there. "Jack!" she screamed, dropping the bat by her side. She leapt across the room and into her brother's arms. "Hey, Riss! Surprised to see me?" he smiled as he embraced his baby sister in his strong arms. "Completely! Why didn't you tell me you were coming?" she demanded, unable to stop grinning. "Well, I figured I'd keep it a secret. I wouldn't trade anything in the world for the look you got on your face, just now," Jack admitted, finally moving out of the doorway and shutting the front door behind him. Marissa hid her face in mock-shame, giggling. "Well, if I'd known you were coming, I wouldn't have assumed you were a robber," she retorted. Jack smiled, hugging her again. He had missed his kid sister when he moved away to college, and now she was growing up, presenting him with a whole new set of walls to break through. "It looks like you were busy when I showed up," Jack observed, eyeing her bathing suit. In her excitement, Marissa's towel had fallen into a rumpled pile at her feet. Her tiny white bikini was in plain view, as were her hardened nipples. She wanted to get back in the sun. "I just got in the pool. You wanna come join me?" "Yeah, sure. Let me just bring my stuff upstairs and change," he replied. Marissa nodded and pranced back outside, still ecstatic at her brother's arrival. She jumped back into the water and swam a few laps, waiting for her sibling to come outside. Jack hadn't been for a visit in months, and the two hadn't maintained very close contact. Surely some bonding with her brother would help her pass the time. "I forgot how much I love our pool," Jacked announced as he strode out onto the deck. Marissa couldn't help from staring. Jack had grown taller since he'd left home, and had added a bit of muscle to his arms and chest. He looked strong, and it made her feel a little nervous. He got into the pool and drifted over to his sister, remembering what lazy summer days could be like. "So, my little criminal," Jack began, causing Marissa to look away guiltily. "How's house arrest being treating you?" "It sucks, Jack. I'm so tired of this pool, this house, everything! I don't know what to do with myself," she confessed, propping her head up on her arms, which her resting on the side of the pool. "What do you do every day?" "Um...I dunno," she mumbled. Truthfully, she divided most of her time between swimming and masturbating. The latter was the most prevalent of her activities. "I sleep, eat, watch TV, and swim." "Wow. That sounds terribly boring," he said, swirling his finger in the water. "You mean you haven't had any fun with the house all to yourself?" "What do you mean?" Marissa wondered aloud. Her face reciprocated her brother's mischievous grin. "All I know is that if I were in your position, I'd be using this situation to my advantage. You could have a lot of sex in an empty house like this," he explained, motioning toward their home. Marissa dunked beneath the water momentarily; she wasn't sure how to react to what he'd just said. She realized that she was not an innocent kid anymore, and he knew it. He was still looking at her when she resurfaced. "Well, maybe if I hadn't gone psycho-bitch on my boyfriend, I would be having a lot of sex," she lamented. "This is weird, anyway." "You think so?" Jack wondered aloud. It was the type of thing he talked about with friends all the time. "I guess so. You were such an innocent little thing when I left." "Oh, shut up," Marissa retorted, splashing water at her brother. She lifted herself easily out of the pool and wrung the excess water from her hair. Jack looked up to her face, and was confronted with the view of her long, smooth legs. Fumbling, he too exited the pool, following her as she traipsed into the kitchen. Jack stared at his sister as she guzzled water from a chilled bottle. She was thin, but not unpleasantly so, and her sleek body was attractive to him, despite the fact that it shouldn't be. Her creamy skin had taken on the slightest sun-kissed glow, and her petite bathing suit hugged every inch of skin it covered. He thought she had the perfect chest. Each breast was a pert handful. Ashamed, he spoke, and instantly regretted it. "So are you a huge tease, or what?" "A tease? I don't think so," she replied, shrugging. He smirked at her. This was a common response. "So you're playing good-girl now, huh? I bet you're a total prick-tease!" "Jack! What are you talking about?" Marissa demanded playfully, peeling a banana. "Look at you! You're eating the most provocative food in the whole damn kitchen," he pointed out, laughing. "Be honest with me. You're a bad girl, now, aren't you?" Jack had always been a sexual person, and he wasn't surprised to see the trait mirrored in his sister. "Well, if you must know...I guess I like to be paid attention to," she admitted, finally. She grinned at Jack, surprised by the turn the conversation had taken. He raised his eyebrows at her and turned toward the stairs. They had a lot of catching up to do. Jack stretched groggily upon awakening the next morning. He relished the comfort of his own bed, and debated whether or not to get up. Reluctantly, he stood and went to rummage through his bags for clothes. He pulled out a pair of jeans and a white T-shirt before coming across a book of poetry he bought for Marissa. He knew it was a little lame, but he liked the cover, and some of the poems were halfway decent. He dressed quickly and walked down the hall to her room. He opened the door and found her just pulling on her bikini bottom. The white fabric had just slid into place when Jack noticed it. "Do you have a tattoo?" he demanded. Startled, Marissa whipped around to face him. "Jesus, Jack, I didn't even hear you come in," she replied, her hand held to her chest. "Marissa, when did you get a tattoo?" "Oh...what? I don't have a tattoo," she insisted, blushing. Jack strode up to his sister, slipping behind her back. Without asking, he inched the suit down slightly, revealing the little black sun etched upon his sister's back. He knew he ought to scold her for doing something so stupid, but he was intrigued. Stimulated, even. For the moment, he was glad to be out of his sister's sight. "When did you get this?" he asked, tracing the sun with his fingertip. Marissa shivered beneath his touch. "Just before school let out," she confessed, spinning to face him. She laid two pleading hands on his chest. "Please don't tell Mom and Dad, Jack. They'd kill me." "Don't worry, I won't say anything. I think you're in enough trouble already," he joked. He suddenly became aware of the book still nestled in the crook of his arm. He thrust it out to her. "Here. It's poetry. I don't know if you'll like it." "Thanks," she replied, flipping through it. "I'm guessing it's not erotic poetry?" "Uh...no. Nothing that exciting," he replied, gulping nervously. The suggestion prompted a slight response in his pants, one he hoped she hadn't noticed. "I'm gonna run over to Adam's house for a while, ok?" Marissa's face fell in disappointment, but she tried to hide it. "Ok. I'll see you later, I guess?" she wondered aloud as he left hurriedly. Jack knew he had to get out of the house fast; he was taken aback by the feelings the encounter had awakened in him. And the image of the tiny black sun on his sister's bare back was forever ingrained in his memory. The sky was dark by the time Jack pulled into the driveway. His headlights splashed across the wall of Marissa's darkened room, throughout which the dull sounds of her vibrator echoed. Shit, she thought. I wonder if I can finish before he gets inside. Already on the brink of an orgasm, she slid the vibrator in and out of her slick pussy at an increasingly rapid rate. Her heart was pounding in her chest and her toes were curling as she rammed herself with the massive purple vibrator, it's ridged surface only adding to her pleasure. She watched as Jack shut off the ignition, stepped out of the car, and locked it behind him. Manually stimulating her swollen clit, she moaned quietly with each step that brought her brother closer to the house. She allowed a groan to escape her lips as he unlocked the front door. Her back arched and every muscle in her body began to twitch uncontrollably as an overwhelming orgasm tore through her. She quickly shut off the vibrator, but continued to pleasure herself until the last ripples of bliss had completely subsided. It had been a race against time, and she had triumphed. "Marissa?" Jack called from the front hall, closing the door behind him. "Yeah," she replied, her voice shaking slightly as she continued to recover from her orgasm. She heard his footsteps as he neared her room. Still unable and unwilling to get up, she slipped under the fluffy duvet on her bed, with her now-silent vibrator still lodged in her slick cunt. A moment later, Jack opened the door and poked his head in. "Why are you laying in the dark? Did I wake you up?" he asked, entering the room. She squirmed a little farther under the covers, to avoid her naked breasts being exposed to the cool air. "I was just...uh, thinking," she said, slightly aroused by the secret lurking between her legs. "How was Adam's?" "Fine. We just played some video games, drank a couple beers. The usual," he said, sitting on Marissa's bed. He had desperately needed to get away from his sister, for fear of doing something stupid. "What have you been up to?" I've been masturbating for two hours, she thought, smiling to herself. "I watched some TV. Pretty boring." She paused to readjust, shifting onto her side so she could better see Jack. As she did so, her thighs clamped around the vibrator, accidentally turning it on. She let out a surprised moan of pleasure, shocking both herself and her brother. Blushing deep crimson, she reached beneath the sheets and turned it off. "Did I interrupt something?" he asked, when he finally spoke. She had expected him to sound horrified, but she detected a hint of curiosity in his voice. She let out a nervous laugh, still mortified. "You could say that," she mumbled. Jack peered at her curiously, his eyes widening. "Are you...are you naked right now?" he asked, grinning despite his best efforts not to. "Uh...yeah. I usually prefer to be that way...when I...you know." At that moment, Jack was grateful for the darkness concealing the bulge in his pants. He knew it was a totally bizarre conversation for them to be having, and that it was completely inappropriate for a brother and sister to share that sort of information. Nonetheless, he was a man and could not deny his body the right to do as it pleased when faced with such an undeniably arousing situation. "You think I'm a freak, don't you?" Marissa demanded. He chuckled quietly to himself. "No, actually. It's totally normal. I jerk off all the time," he confessed, not really sure why he felt compelled to do so. "I guess it's just a good thing you're my sister." "How do you mean?" She knew she shouldn't, but she allowed her hand to creep down to her moist vagina and toy with her clit ever so slightly. "Well, I suppose it's better that I walked in on you than somebody else. If you were any other girl, I probably would have started fucking you right away." He knew he was pushing the line, but Marissa didn't stop him. Instead, she allowed him to put a hand on her covered thigh as she continued to play with herself, her movements becoming bolder. The two said nothing. Jack just watched as his little sister began to pump herself with the vibrator once more beneath the comforters, squirming with delight as she was drawn closer and closer to ecstasy. What the hell am I doing? She ignored her conscience this time, too engrossed in her pursuit of release. The sight of her brother, mouth agape, watching her, only added to the experience. And then, slowly, his hand ventured beneath the covers toward his sister's slippery pussy. She gasped aloud when he first came in contact with her moist folds. Gently, he removed the vibrator from her hole. The moonlight spilling in through the window caused the vibrator, slick with her cum, to glisten. "I can do better than this," he told her, his voice raspy with desire. He knew that it was still a delicate situation, so he restrained himself from whipping out his cock right then and there. He slid two fingers into Marissa's hole and felt her clamp around him. Thrusting them in slowly at first, he watched her eyes close as her head tilted back in delight. Her breathing became panting as she pushed herself farther down onto his fingers. Jack's thumb moved to her clit, freeing both of her hands to tweak her nipples. "Holy shittt," she groaned, quietly at first. She felt her whole body thrumming with energy as her orgasm began to build from the tips of her toes. "Fuck me, Jack," she commanded. He could hear the raw lust in her voice. "What?" he asked, incredulous. He was momentarily distracted from his duties. "I need you inside of me," she explained, still fucking his two fingers even though he'd stopped moving them. "I've been thinking about you all day." "Marissa, I...I'm your brother," he stammered. His protests were feeble and half-hearted, and he quickly stripped. "I don't care. At all. I need to fuck you right this instant," she explained, her eyes burning with desire. She threw back the sheets, exposing herself to her brother. He marveled at her breasts, each hardened nipple transfixing him. Then, he allowed himself to look at her pussy. She spread her legs so he could see it better, and he was pleasantly surprised to find a neat strip of fine brown hairs leading down to a brilliantly pink and wet pussy. He slipped into the bed next to her, and she pinned him on his back. She swung her leg over him and reached a hand around his throbbing cock. It was bigger that she had expected, but she was more than willing to take it all. She placed her palms on Jack's chest, slowly lowering herself onto him. Suddenly filled with a passion that equaled Marissa's, Jack grabbed her hips and pushed her all the way down onto him. "FUCK!!" she gasped as her pussy was infiltrated by his thick, long cock. For a moment she sat, stone still, staring into her brother's eyes. "Do you want to fuck me?" "Yes!" he exclaimed, thrusting up into her. "How bad do you want to fuck me?" "So bad. I need to fuck your pussy right now, Marissa." He lifted her slightly, then rammed into her once more. She didn't know how much longer she could resist him. Her entire body was on fire and she could barely think. She slowly began to ride him; each deliberate thrust was slow and deep. "Oooohh, Jack. Shit!" she swore, sliding up and down on his cock a little faster. He loved that way his innocent little sister was cursing like a sailor as he thrust his cock deep into her hole. He began to fuck her harder, and for a moment he wondered if maybe he was hurting her. "Is this ok?" he managed to ask, completely consumed with the feeling of her tight cunt wrapped around his dick. He could feel her slick juices trickling onto his balls with each upward movement of his hips. Her pearly whites sunk into her bottom lip in response, and she moaned his name. "You like it rough, huh?" "Aaaah, yes. Fuck me harder, Jack. Fuck me hard and fast," she commanded, slamming down onto his rigid penis. He'd always had great stamina, which made their ferocious fucking that much better. Suddenly, he stopped thrusting altogether, a nearly impossible task. "What the fuck are you doing?" "Just wait," he replied, his breathing ragged as he withdrew from her sopping wet cunt. He pushed her down onto her stomach and got between her legs. Laying his chest on her back, he slipped his cock back into her hot tunnel. "Oh fuck!" she whimpered, clutching the pillow in her fists. "I told you," he grunted as he resumed his thrusting. This position made it easier for him to whisper right in her ear as he fucked her. She twisted her head to the side, and their mouths met in a passionate kiss. The feeling coursing through their bodies was reminiscent of needing to laugh. An urgent tickling sensation fanning out from where their bodies rammed together. "You like that?" Jack demanded, as he pounded her, no longer concerned with the violent shaking of the bed or their obvious moans. "You like it when I shove my cock in you?" he even shocked himself with his dirty talk. Something about his sister brought out the sexual beast that lay dormant within. "Uuuunnnnngggghhh...yes, Jack. Fuck my pussy, big brother!" That sent him over the edge. He proceeded to thrust deeper and faster than he had before, nearing his inevitable climax. Marissa bucked her hips in time with his desperate advances. "I'm gonna cummm," he groaned into her ear, plunging into her. "Oooohhhh FUCK," she practically screamed. Her entire body shook, and her pussy muscles spasmed around Jack's cock as he continued to drive into her, ramming her right through her orgasm and into his own. Marissa had to bite into her pillow as he plowed her, releasing stream after stream of hot, thick cum into her slick cunt. He thrust until he could no longer, and he collapsed on top of his sister. He did not withdraw from her for several moments, allowing their juices to intermingle as they regained a steady pattern of breathing. Neither of them spoke for a long time; they were completely and utterly spent. "Jack?" Marissa finally spoke, her voice wispy and soft in the darkness. "Huh?" he replied, still unable to think or move. "That was the best sex I've ever had. I think I almost passed out." She wasn't exaggerating the slightest bit. He smiled and kissed one of her perfectly defined shoulder blades. House Arrest "I bet if I opened my eyes right now, I'd be seeing stars," he laughed. "You have given a whole new meaning to the phrase 'fucking your brains out'. I just need to sleep." Marissa giggled in agreement. "Well if you don't take your enormous cock out of my pussy," she began, tilting her head back to kiss him. "We might never recover." "I don't even know if I want to," he replied. Slowly, he withdrew himself from between his sister's legs, and a mutual shiver ran down their spines. Marissa rolled onto her back and snuggled next to Jack, molding her exhausted body against his. The extreme gratification he had given her had tamed her ravenous sexual appetite for the first time in her life, and she told him so. He just held her close, a look of utter tranquility on his face. And they gradually slipped into the deep sleep of two people who were completely and absolutely satisfied. It was going to be a good summer. House Arrest This is third chapter of the series that began with Housesitting and was continued with House Rules * In the morning I went to get the paper. I found two envelopes in the newspaper box, one addressed to Mercy and one to me. I brought them into the house without opening them, intending to wait until Mercy got up. But after drinking my coffee and unsuccessfully trying to focus on the Washington Post, I gave up and opened mine. Rod, You and Mercy have agreed to do whatever we ask today. Mercy and I talked last night and agreed to certain ground rules. You will be arriving separately. I want to have a "play date" with you. Dress casually and comfortably and come over after a light lunch at 2pm. Plan to spend the rest of the day with us. --Kelly Mercy was up shortly. I handed her a cup of coffee and the letter addressed in Doug's handwriting. She sipped the coffee while she looked over her letter, folded it back up and stuck it in her pocket. I went back to reading the paper, hoping she would say something, but she never returned any of my glances. Stacy came down shortly thereafter. Mercy spent the rest of the morning helping her pack for college. "Stacy needs to get a few things on her way out." Mercy said, "I probably won't be back before you have to leave." I said goodbye to Stacy and gave her a hug. Mercy kissed me and they left. I sat down to read the paper again, but was too distracted. How did Mercy know I would be gone? Where was she going now? What was her date going to be? What was going to happen to me? I thought of trying to find her invitation from Doug, but realized Mercy wasn't that careless. I showered and dressed, then spent the rest of the morning taking more care with my grooming than I used to before my dates with Mercy. I really couldn't focus on anything else. I was feeling excitement, terror, trepidation, yearning, and jealousy. I managed to eat a light lunch before I walked over to Doug and Kelly's house. On the way I resolved to be careful and not do anything to make the situation worse. Kelly met me at the door dressed in a black leather pants and bustier that showed a lot of cleavage. She gave me a cryptic smile at me as she invited me in. I felt my resolve slipping. Mercy and I had always been adventurous, but only up to a point. I had often fantasized of Mercy dressing up in a dominatrix outfit. I wasn't interested in S&M, but was very excited about the idea of bondage and teasing. I had always wanted to go a little further than Mercy did. Now I thought my fantasy might be standing in front of me. "Leave your shoes here and follow me," she said. We stopped at the bar. She poured me a double shot of Maker's Mark and handed me a beer chaser. She poured herself a smaller shot. "Drink up," she commanded. I don't often drink straight liquor, but I made an exception today. I drank the shot straight down and swallowed a third of the beer. I followed Kelly as she led me down the hall. I noticed a riding crop hanging from her waist. She pulled out some keys, unlocked the door, opened it, and stepped aside for me. "Welcome to our playroom." I walked in. There was nothing overt other than a king-size brass bed and a few out-of-place contraptions, but the room had sex and mystery written all over it. The lighting was subdued but not dark; the room was reddish but not tacky. As I took it in while finishing my beer I noticed it was full of cabinets, closets, and strategically placed mirrors. My senses were coated with alcohol. Kelly walked over and sat down in a chair that almost resembled a throne. "All right Rod. You remember what we all agreed to last night, or I assume you would not have shown up here. Mercy and I discussed some basic ground rules. You are to do whatever I say and not question any of it. I am sure you are wondering about Doug and Mercy, We might peak in on them later. Understand?" "Yes" "Take off your shirt." I complied and hung it on the hook I had noticed on the back of the door. "Good. Now come here." I walked over to her. "Turn around." I did. I felt restraints on my wrists and an accompanying tingling in my groin. She caressed my ass and then turned me around. She slowly unfastened my pants and slid them to the floor. My cock was bulging against my burgundy jockey shorts. "Excellent," she said. She caressed the front of my shorts now. The feeling was electric. I tried to remain casual. Kelly stood up and motioned me over to the wall. She reached up and pulled down two restraints that had been cleverly concealed. She released my hands and reattached them to the restraints. She knelt on the floor and removed my socks and then attached restraints to my ankles. She tightened the slack so both my arms were out away from me. I was in a spread-eagle position, but not uncomfortable. As I realized how helpless I truly was, my excitement grew. I was not afraid of Kelly, at least not yet, and there was nothing I could do anyway. She did not stand up, but instead sat back on her heels so she was facing my crotch and I was staring down on her exposed upper breasts. I could see her nipples were pressing against the leather. She was excited too. She felt the outline of my cock with her fingertips and then her face, running her lips and teeth around it. I tried not to show anything, but I felt like I was going to burst my underpants. "Let's make you more comfortable," she said and walked over to one of the many bureaus. She returned with a pair of scissors. I was a little frightened. When she knelt down again and grabbed my shorts, I was actually relieved. She carefully opened the scissors and slipped one part inside them, and snipped all the way up to the waist. The shorts slipped down the other leg as I sprang out, raging hard. "Nice," said Kelly She stayed down to examine me. It was a fantasy come true, to be exposed and helpless to a female stranger. She continued with another part of the fantasy as she lightly touched me. I felt my urge and desires growing, and I stifled a moan. "One of the ground rules is that Doug and I won't 'touch' either of you without your consent." I felt both relieved and disappointed. I had never cheated on Mercy and I felt sure she had never cheated on me. She had admitted a fantasy about experimenting with another woman, but she was very much against adultery. Here was a chance for me to live out one of my fantasies without any real guilt, and suddenly it was gone. I wanted Kelly to touch me so badly, but I could never agree to it. As if reading my thoughts she said, "Don't worry. Doug can be very persuasive, and so can I." She walked over to me and kissed me full on the lips, and I kissed her back before I knew what I was doing. She tasted great. I felt her leather clad breasts pressing into my chest. She left me wanting more as she pulled away. Kelly walked around and unclipped something. My wrists and ankles were released from the wall but my wrists were still connected by a length of strong fabric. She grabbed the middle of it and led me over to a wooden chair. She sat me down and quickly bound my ankles to the legs and my arms behind me. She walked over to a drawer and pulled out something, and climbed on the bed in front of me. Kelly pulled the covers over her lower body. By the way she was working under the covers it looked like she was undoing her pants. Then she was staring at me. I heard a mechanical noise and saw her wince with pleasure. Kelly had a toy with her and she liked it. She didn't say anything to me but just stared me down, closing her eyes occasionally as she became more and more aroused. It was torture, fantastic torture. My body was trying to send more blood down to my groin when it was already full. I licked my lips as I watched her. "Do you want some?' I wasn't sure what she was asking, but that wasn't why I hesitated before shaking my head. I didn't want to betray Mercy and was praying Kelly would just take me against my will. She just smiled at me, feeling her physical pleasure and the pleasure of my denial. Her breathing intensified and she came in a short intense orgasm that shook me too. "It's even better live, isn't it?" Kelly fiddled under the covers for a minute and then threw them off. She was wearing a black bra that accentuated her cleavage and black sexy panties, holding a flesh colored electric dildo shaped like a penis. She walked over to me, "Lick this." She held the dildo in front of my face. It was gleaming with her juices. I hesitated for a minute and then took it in with my lips and sucked it up as if it was real until it was dry. "Would you like some more?" My head nodded. Kelly put her feet up on the seat of the chair next to my thighs, balancing herself and then she slowly moved her crotch towards my face. Her panties were soaked in juice and I took them into my mouth and sucked the juices out like a nursing baby. She climbed down off the chair. Kelly picked up a dark blindfold off of the table and slipped it over my head, completely blocking the light. I heard her rustling around some more, and then she sat on my lap facing me. Her bra bumped gently into my face and I immediately clamped on to the protruding fabric where her nipple was with my lips and nibbled. She let me go for a little and then gave me the other one. "I'm taking this as your consent. Let me know if you want me to stop," She said. I heard but didn't listen. Kelly pulled away for a moment and when I tasted again it was flesh and I was ravenous. She started letting out little moans of pleasure. She shifted her weight on me and I felt her remoistened underpants brush against my cock. She was gentle at first, but she added pressure and soon was grinding against me. When I felt the excitement rise in me it set off a trigger in my conscience. "Stop," I said reluctantly. She pulled away and stood up off of the chair, but as she left she grabbed my penis at the base and gave me one full firm slow stroke. When she removed my blindfold again and put it up on my forehead she was back in her underwear. Kelly took the riding crop out and rubbed it against my dick. "Let me know if you want me to stop." She looked at me for an answer but kept rubbing me. It felt great and I didn't see the harm. She wasn't actually touching me with her own skin. She went to closet and brought back some more toys. She put the blindfold back on me, and proceeded to torture me with pleasure. Kelly put oil on my chest and massaged my nipples until they were stiff and aching. She ran feathers over my body, making me jolt and quiver when it went over the inside of my thigh or over my crotch. Kelly had me suck the dildo again, refreshing it with her juices every so often. It seemed to go on for hours, and as my pleasure heightened my resolve ebbed away. Finally she untied me and led me across the room, laying me on the brass bed and secured my hands to the head board. She grabbed my right ankle and pushed it over my head and out to the side, attaching it to a padded bond in mid air. She did the same with my other leg. My ass was now totally exposed, my dick rigid but brushing my stomach as it pointed towards my head. She pushed a pillow under my ass to support it and removed the blindfold once more. "May I touch your cock?" I nodded "Would you like me to touch your cock?" I nodded again. "Say it." I hesitated. I didn't see much harm in touching at this point. It would probably make me come, and when that happened, I would be satisfied and able to resist any further transgressions. "I would like you to touch my cock." "Say it like you mean it." "Kelly, please touch my cock!" She gently stroked the exposed underside of my cock and licked her lips. "Don't forget I will stop whenever you tell me to. I may forget to remind you again." When I didn't say anything more, she pulled out a leather strap with snaps on it. Kelly wrapped it around the base of my dick and scrotum and snapped it tightly around them. She pulled an attached snap up that split my balls and secured it just as firmly. This was a new and intense experience. I felt all my pleasure spots on my cock expanding as it hardened even more in response. I was aching for release. I was desperate for her lips to gobble me up. The first sting of the riding crop on my right cheek brought me around to more pleasure and pain together. I let out a gasp. She hit the other side. Then she spanked me with her open palm. She varied the tempo and the location, never hitting too hard, though once she grazed my balls. She was taking me to levels I had never felt before. When she finally stopped I felt the burning of my cheeks. I gasped again as a cool moist sensation found my asshole, working its way slowly in. I pushed out against the pressure and felt the pleasure and she slipped something into me and then regret when she quickly pulled it out again. Pressure came again and this time I could tell it was much bigger. She fucked me with it, slowly and steadily, and then left it in me. It must have been a plug, because it stayed in. Kelly interrupted me, "You look like a man who wants his cock sucked." I nodded reflexively. She didn't give me much chance to stop her, but as soon as I saw her lips approaching my groin I didn't want to. She moved quickly to my dick but slowed her pace and began gently blowing on it and tantalizing me with the tip of her tongue. I was in agonizing heaven. Kelly secured a ball gag to my mouth. "Let's check on Mercy and Doug." She said. I had totally forgotten about them. Kelly lifted off my blindfold and opened one of the cabinets to reveal a large flat panel TV. She held a remote, and after she hit a couple of buttons I saw Doug walking down the hall towards the front door, dressed up and looking sharp. This was not the grainy videotapes like we had made of Stacy's soccer games and other home movies, but high-quality HD with clear sound. "We have high-def cameras all over the house with high-quality sound. Doug has also devised some kind of tracking system that 'learns' to change cameras and camera angles and does a pretty good job. We can watch everything Doug and Mercy do." Doug opened the door and Mercy walked in. She looked fantastic. She was wearing a fancy cocktail dress that showed off her cleavage and her legs. The sight of her made all kinds of emotions run through my head; shame and lust and desire for her. She gave Doug a friendly kiss and he escorted her down the hall. Doug made Mercy a drink and they sat and talked for a little bit. Doug complimented Mercy on her dress. He was raping her with his eyes, and she was enjoying the attention. He talked to her as if they were both single and he was trying to slowly seduce her. He was very smooth. I was captivated with jealousy and excitement. I resolved to stop Kelly as soon as she removed my gag. Kelly began to play with my cock again, and once again my resolve began to fade. Up on the screen, Doug was bringing Mercy a second drink, and then he turned on some slow jazz music. Kelly spoke up, "Let me tell you about our bet. "I knew Mercy would be reluctant to do anything with Doug, so when I had her over here earlier in the week, I made a deal with her. "The first part of the deal was that if I could get you to lick my pussy, she would let Doug undress her. You did that. "The second part was that if I could get you to ask me to touch your cock, she would let Doug touch her everywhere. You did that. In fact, you begged me. "So far, both of these have happened. "We have a very high tech system in this house. Everything we are doing down here is being recorded, and Doug is able to access it and if necessary replay your words to Mercy each time I accomplish a task. Kelly moved determinedly but slowly, licking my balls and playing with my butt plug. Doug came over to Mercy and asked her to dance. I was never very good at dancing to Mercy's chagrin, but she did say it put the lie to the saying that a man could only fuck as well as he danced. I was hoping Kelly would move faster, but she just kept the pace teasing and steady. Doug pulled Mercy close to him and they were doing a slow dance. His hands played over her back. Doug's hands slowly but firmly explored Mercy's body. She leaned in to him, resting her head on his shoulder, and every so often he whispered in her ear. As I watched them, I realized that if everything Kelly was telling me was true, Doug would soon be undressing my wife and touching her all over, and I would be watching it all live, and there was nothing I could do about it. I struggled against my bonds and only grew more excited. Kelly continued to tease me, adding a little more tongue and varying her pace. She paused and removed my gag. "Would you like me to suck your dick?" Kelly asked. "Yes," my mouth said as my brain said no. I watched Doug move his hands down to Mercy's ass. "Beg me for it." Kelly said in a harsher voice. I hesitated. Doug was gently squeezing Mercy's cheeks. She turned her head up towards him and he kissed her full on the mouth. Electricity ran through my body. I realized part of me was enjoying this. "Please suck my dick." "Ask again, nicer, like you really mean it. And use my name." "Kelly, please suck my dick. I want to feel your gorgeous lips around my cock." "That's good, because the third part of the bet was that if I could get you to beg me for a blowjob, Mercy would give one to Doug. " Kelly smiled. On the TV, I saw Doug and Mercy stop dancing and sit on the couch. They each drank from their glasses. I was hoping perhaps Mercy had come to her senses. But then Doug slid over next to her and they resumed kissing passionately. Doug's hands moved to Mercy's breasts, rubbing and kneading them through her dress. I felt like I was watching a rerun of a movie where something bad happens. I was looking at all the opportunities the characters missed to change the outcome and hoping somehow it would be different this time but knew that nothing would be different. Maybe Mercy would change the ending. Kelly grabbed my dick and bent it towards her. Her mouth engulfed my cock, and the pleasure that ran through me overloaded my senses. She must have sensed this, as she paused with almost my entire cock in her mouth. Doug's hands reached around behind Mercy and unzipped her dress. She did not resist, slipping her arms out of her sleeves. Kelly started moving again. I was engulfed in wavering emotions of pleasure and pain. I was excited and betrayed to see Mercy let Doug slip his hand into her bra. My cock was growing and the leather straps were starting to bite. Kelly's lips and tongue played over it all. Doug reached around again and unfastened Mercy's bra. Her gorgeous breasts were exposed to him, her nipples hard with excitement. He paused to admire their beauty, stroking the sides and pinching her nipples. Mercy moaned with pleasure. Doug lowered his head to her breasts and licked them gently, worshiping them with his mouth. It was then that I was about to open my mouth to stop Kelly. I thought perhaps if I stopped her, Doug might stop too. She seemed to sense this. She stopped and fiddled with something, and then I felt the plug in my butt start to vibrate, bringing whole new sensations to me. The pleasure shot through me, and seemed to link with the pleasure on Mercy's face. "I think it's only fair that you should get to see my breasts too," Kelly said, "This time they will be live." She stripped out of her top and then leaned over me, her jeans rubbing against my upward facing ass. Her breasts were in front of me, smaller and rounder than Kelly's but luscious looking nonetheless. I didn't hesitate. I leaned up to take a nipple in my mouth, and she leaned in to me, almost smothering me. Her hand found my cock and began to play with it. I was gone. House Arrest Kelly let me up for air, and I looked over at the TV in time to see Mercy stand up and finish removing her dress. She then knelt in front of Doug and began working on his pants. This was not the woman I had married. I didn't want to see this. I did want to see this. Kelly got some oil and began to rub it all over me, occasionally straying towards my groin, and then returning there a little more often. The angle on the TV had changed to a side view. I almost wondered if there was a fifth person changing the camera angles. Mercy unzipped Doug's pants. She stroked his bulging underwear, then pulled them down and popped his cock out. She admired it for several seconds. She looked up at Doug and smiled almost subserviently, then engulfed his cock with her mouth. She worked on him feverishly, like a cock-starved woman. She was possessed. "Does that turn you on?" I nodded "Would you like to cum?" "Yes." Kelly used her hand exclusively now. With the oil and the restraints and the vibrator in my ass and her other hand massaging my nipples, I was gone. I knew there was no turning back, that I would come at some point, but that I wanted to make it last as long as possible. Kelly knew it too, and that's when she dropped her bomb. "The final part of the bet is that if I get you to beg me to make you come and you do, Doug gets to do whatever he wants to Mercy. I know Doug wants to fuck her badly. But Mercy only agreed to this part if I promised to tell you about it first." We were interrupted by the sound of Doug climaxing in Mercy's mouth. Mercy slurped up his cum like she was nursing. She rarely did that with me. I was so turned on. Kelly slowed down her pace a little. "Don't stop." I didn't want to cum, but I didn't want to stop. On the screen, Doug stood up, took Mercy's hand, and led her down the hallway. The view changed to the big bedroom where Mercy and I had been less than a week ago. Mercy stood obediently while Doug slipped off her panties, and then lay on the bed. Doug crawled up and spread her legs, attacking her crotch as eagerly as she had done to him earlier. I could tell Kelly was ready to go. Her hand moved more excitedly. The pressure was moving in me. I knew I had to stop, that I didn't want another man to fuck my wife. "Rod, I want to fuck you" On the screen, it was now a top down view. Mercy had her eyes half closed, smiling in pleasure as Doug worked on her. I wasn't sure she wanted to stop. I didn't want Doug to fuck her. Kelly moved off of me and took off her pants, stripping naked. I wanted to fuck her. Mercy was enjoying herself. If I loved her, didn't I want her to be happy? If we went through with this then we would be even. We could patch things up later. Kelly didn't give me much more time to think. "Rod, do you want me to make you come?" "Yes Kelly, I want you to make me come. "Beg me Rod, and tell me I'm sexy" I lost it then. I plunged in. "Kelly, you are so sexy. Please make me come. I want to fuck your brains out." I looked over at the TV guiltily, and it was almost as if my voice relayed over the TV. Mercy's face seemed to change slightly. Several emotions played over it. I thought I saw disappointment mixed with relief flash across her, but then she seemed to relax into her pleasure. It was probably all my imagination. "There was one more part of the bet that Mercy insisted on. I can't let you fuck me or cum in my mouth. You'll have to let my hand do the job." I started to protest. As I opened my mouth she shoved a cloth gag back in it. I watched helplessly, straining against my bonds, as Kelly resumed stroking my cock. I tried to concentrate on not cumming, because then Rod and Mercy couldn't fuck. But my mind imagined their bodies together, him ramming his big cock into her and her yelling in pleasure, and I felt my balls start to constrict, so I tried to think about baseball, and then I heard Mercy panting on the screen. I didn't want to come. I looked up at Kelly's face and she smiled in a way that she knew what I was thinking and that I was totally in her power, that I was going to come and there was nothing I could do about it, and then I was going to watch Rod fuck my faithful wife in exchange for a hand job. I looked down and saw my penis was bigger than I had ever seen it. It was turning slightly purple and the black leather straps were turning me on as was the sight of my bulging balls. I saw Kelly's fist gently but firmly working up and down my penis. I looked away only to see Mercy on the screen moaning and then thrashing and coming. Kelly used her other hand to remove my gag, and I opened my mouth to say something and then I felt my balls tighten again, struggling against the confining straps, and Mercy's shouts of pleasure sent me over the edge and I still fought it for a second and then I knew I could not stop and gave in to it and I just exploded in the biggest orgasm I could remember, sending a shot of cum onto Kelly's face as I yelled so loud I was sure they could hear me in the bedroom. Perhaps they did, because on the screen Doug began immediately to crawl up onto Mercy. The camera angle changed to a side view. I saw him grab his cock by the base and stroke her pussy with his dick head. While I was watching, Kelly regagged me, turned off the vibrating butt plug and left the room. I felt all different emotions now. I was down off of my high of sexual anticipation and now I was wondering what I had done. I wanted to run up to the bedroom and stop them. I struggled against my bonds and yelled into the gag. "Fuck me," I heard Mercy say. Doug just continued stroking her pussy with his cock. "Please fuck me." Doug stroked a little more and then leaned over to whisper something in Mercy's ear. Mercy hesitated and then I heard her voice saying, "Please Doug, fuck me with your big hard dick. I want it so badly. I'll do anything for it." I thought Doug was going to plunge into her, but he did the opposite, stroking her a couple more times and then sliding into her ever slow slowly, eliciting a long moan of pleasure and yearning from Mercy. My cock was rigid once again. "You aren't allowed to fuck me, but I can fuck you." I turned to see Kelly had returned. She was wearing the same dominatrix outfit I had seen in the video and this time she was also wearing a well endowed strap-on dildo that disappeared into her vagina. Kelly kneeled on the bed, pulled the plug out of my ass, and lubed me up generously. She moved her cock against my ass. Slowly and steadily she slid it all the way in, while I bit down in pain and pleasure. Then she fucked me. On screen, Doug had finished three slow strokes. He suddenly plunged hard into Mercy, and Mercy responded by cumming immediately. Doug settled into a steady rhythm as Mercy reloaded and started her journey to another orgasm, moving in tandem with Doug as if they were long-time lovers. I heard her voice rhythmically saying, "Fuck me" with each stroke of Doug's cock. He smiled in pleasure. Kelly was matching Doug's pace and I was building to my own orgasm, aided by Mercy's words that were turning into moans. I looked up at Kelly in her sexy black outfit and her determined face. She reached down and the dildo started to vibrate, and then she began to stroke the underside of my cock. Doug started to fuck Mercy harder and harder, skin slapping against skin sounded like clapping. "Oh Fuck!" Mercy shouted and then exploded, triggering Doug, who roared as he plunged into her harder and faster. That made me come, and I yelled with release as I shot another load, this time hitting myself in the face. All this put Kelly over the edge. On screen, Doug didn't hesitate. He hadn't even softened. He grabbed Mercy by the hips and rotated her over and took her from behind. She turned her head so she was facing our way. Kelly unloosened my hands and feet. "My turn," she said. She straddled my face and lowered her pussy onto my mouth and then released her tits from the confining latex. I reached up and fondled them while working her cunt with my mouth, sucking her juices. Once again I heard my wife building towards an orgasm. Kelly climaxed quickly, grinding onto my face as she came, and then tumbling off in time for me to see Mercy bucking backwards into Doug as he rammed forwards into her, both of them going off. My dick was already hard again, but I didn't want another hand job. Kelly looked at the television where Mercy and Doug had collapsed on their bed, looked at my dick, and smiled lasciviously at me. "There was one last part of the bet I insisted on. Mercy was so certain she and Doug would never fuck once, let alone twice, that she agreed that if they did fuck twice we could fuck too." I briefly wondered where all this would end up and what it would mean to my marriage, but then Kelly drew my attention and I filed that away in the think about later file. Kelly quickly stripped out of her clothes. She climbed on top of me and rode my cock, slowly and firmly. I looked over at the television and saw Mercy rise and stick Doug's semi-hard dick in her mouth. After a few seconds it came out rigid, and she straddled him like Kelly was straddling me. This was my favorite position. I loved having a woman ride my cock, I loved looking up at her, I loved how her breasts looked from this angle, full and swaying, and I loved being able to watch her face as she came. Until today, it had always been Mercy doing it. Now it was Kelly. I briefly wondered who it would be next time before settling in to watch Kelly ride my cock and Mercy ride Doug's cock, hoping it would last forever for so many reasons.