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Bound to Happen

By: V-Trucker



I had been taking my older sister Joyce to work all week, and her teasing ways as I drove kept me horny constantly. She has been teasing me, and fueling my masturbation fantasies for many years, knowingly. Thursday on the way home our 35 minute ride turned into an hour and a half due to an accident. Since we were sitting still, I got to steal more dances at her lovely legs peeking from under the mid-thigh dress she wore. At one point while she looked out her window saying something, she caught me. 

"Have you even heard a word I said?" she asked making me realize she had indeed caught me. 

When I looked into her eyes I realized she was not mad at me for enjoying the view. 

"Can I help it, you drive me crazy, " I told her honestly. 

"Do you ever fantasize about me?" she asked as she moved in her seat more to face me. 

"Yes quite often, " I said as my eyes dropped. 

"I like making you hard, " she then told me as she let a hand slide over onto my thigh. 

"You do make me hard, " I groaned as her hand slid over my hardened cock. 

"I've fantasized about you also, " she told me as she began to lightly caress. 

"You have, " I choked out as her hand was quickly bringing me to the edge. 

"I fantasize touching you, feeling you, sucking you, and fucking you, " she said as her hand left my cock leaving me panting. 

The horn blew behind us, and I looked up to see traffic finally moving. Ten minutes later we were past the accident, and soon to her house. When I pulled into the driveway she never said a word but leaned over, unzipped my pants freeing my still hard cock. I let my head fall back against the headrest, and moaned as her hot mouth slid down the length of my throbbing cock. 

She knew I was ready to cum, and held just the head of my cock between her lips as her hand wrapped itself around the veiny shaft, and began to pump rapidly. 

I groaned out I was about to cum, and her hand picked up speed as she whimpered. My whole world stopped as I blew my hot gooey load into her mouth, and halfway through it she deep-throated me, and her throat muscles drew even more cum out of me. When she had sucked me dry, she tucked it away then before getting out she told me to be early tomorrow.

Bound to Happen



Susie thoughtfully gazed at her reflection in the mirror. She had carefully gotten ready for their dinner date. She was pleased with the results. Her light brown hair fell softly to her chin....a new style she hoped he would like. The green eyes that looked back at her sparkled with excitement as she thought about opening the door to him. She had carefully selected her outfit and it showed. The blue dress softly hugged all the right places and showed just enough cleavage to tease. Yes, the extra time spent getting ready had been worth it.

John thought about the new confidence he had seen in Susie. She didn't have the perfect body but she was attractive. She was conservative, somewhat shy, and self-conscious about her looks. But she was fun and always made him feel as if he was the one in complete control. He enjoyed being around her....flirting and teasing with her was so much fun.

They met at a mutual friend's party about a year ago. A very good friendship had developed and then one day, it just happened. They took the step from just a friendship to one that now included an intimate relationship. Susie had always hoped that would happen and John was not complaining at all. He was surprised that it had happened since he tended to look only at the females with great bodies....although his experience seemed to be that most of them were way to self centered and selfish. Not only did John and Susie have many interests in common but she was a great lover. She was always willing to push her limits and eager to learn what he enjoyed sexually. Tonight, John was going to push her limits again, further than he ever had.

Susie greeted John at the door with a big smile and a kiss. She had the warmest smile. He loved the way her body felt up against him....soft and warm. His hand ran down her hip and he smiled.

"You don't have on any panties do you?" he grinned as he asked.

Susie felt her face turn red as she looked up at him and answered, "Nope.” Then she giggled as she put her head against his shoulder and pulled closer to him.

"I think we had better get going if we want to get out of here at all tonight" John stated even though he would have been quite content to stay right there.

Dinner was especially nice. They had a wonderful Japanese meal. They talked about many things but they both had just one thing on their minds....what was going to happen when they were back at Susie's and alone again.

After dinner, they had planned to see a movie. It was hard deciding which one to see. They had both seen most of the ones now showing. Finally they decided to rent one. 

"You go ahead and pick out the movie since I picked the restaurant," said Susie.

"Okay. I'll be right back." John hurried inside the video store while Susie waited in the car. 

He browsed for a short time and then an old movie caught his eye and he knew it was the perfect movie for tonight. Putting the movie in the trunk of the car, John teased Susie that which one he had chosen was a surprise. 

As they rode toward Susie's, John suddenly asked, "Do you feel comfortable with me and trust me, Susie?"

"Sure I do. Is there some reason I shouldn't?" she laughed.

She was so pretty when she laughed and she had the best laugh...it was infectious. John now laughed too. "Absolutely not! I would never hurt you or endanger you."

Susie stopped laughing and looked at John. She realized that he was very serious. Turning toward him, she placed her hand on his thigh. Looking right at him, she said, "I trust you in every way John. You are my best friend. And yes, my lover too." Then she gave him a quick kiss on the cheek and turned back to see they were pulling into her complex.

Once in the apartment, John went to the kitchen and poured each of them a glass of wine. Susie had gone back to the bathroom giving him the perfect opportunity to get his bag and the movie from the trunk. He quickly went to the car and returned. He put the bag down in the corner where he hoped that Susie wouldn't notice it.

As she came down the hall she called out, "Okay, time to let me in on what movie we are going to watch."

"I got an older movie with Mickey Rourke and Kim Bassinger called 9 1/2 Weeks. Have you ever seen it?"

"Hmmmm. I don't think I have. If so, I don't remember it." 

"Great," said John. That way it can really open things up. He recalled the scenes of dominance and submission in the film.

After he popped the movie in the VCR, John settled on the couch next to Susie. They chatted a little as the movie went along. John pointed out different scenes. He had his arm around Susie's shoulders. When they showed Bassinger's character in a blindfold, he felt Susie fidget. 

"Does that bother you?" he asked.

"No, it doesn't," she answered.

"Got a question for you."

"Yes?" Susie turned and looked at John.

"Have you ever wondered what it would be like to be blindfolded?"

Susie was glad that she had turned the light out when the movie started. She knew her face was bright red. She had thought about that and more many times. She had always wondered how it would feel to be tied and blindfolded. To be helpless and not know what was coming or when. 

She smiled shyly at John. "Yes I have....many times."

"Tell me what you thought."

"I've wondered and fantasized many times about being blindfolded," she hesitated. "And tied up too."

She turned back to the TV and settled back against his chest with her hand resting on his thigh.

John lightly kissed her hair. Pulling her closer to him he asked, "Is that something you would like to try with me?" 

Now was the time of reckoning. Susie's answer would determine the course of their evening.

Squeezing John's thigh slightly, she nodded and then answered, "Uh huh."

Turning her toward him, John kissed Susie gently on the lips. He felt her respond by putting her arms around him. He ran his tongue over her lips and she responded by meeting his tongue with hers. Running his hand down across her breasts he could feel her nipples had hardened. As he massaged her breasts, he began to kiss her neck and then her ear. 

"Would you like to try it tonight?" he whispered into her ear.

John knew that Susie was getting wet. He had come to know how her body responded very well. He kissed her lips again and as he did, he lowered his hand from her breast. He lifted the edge of her dress and ran his hand up her leg. He felt the heat as he got close to her pussy. Sliding his fingers between her legs, he separated them and felt the wetness there.

Susie was breathing heavily, totally lost in the way John was kissing her and touching her. "If you want to try it with me, I'm willing," she managed to say.

That was what John was waiting to hear. He always suspected that Susie would enjoy it. "We need a scarf. Tell me where I can find one."

"There is one in the top drawer of my dresser."

"Don't move. I'll go get it"

John returned with the scarf and said, "Stand up with your back to me."

She did exactly as asked. 

He leaned down, kissed her neck, and put the scarf across her eyes. "Are you sure?"

"Yes."

He felt her tremble as he tied it securely. "Can you see anything?"

"No."

John turned her toward him and kissed her deeply again. "Will you trust me tonight to make your fantasy and mine come true?"

"Yes, I will. I am yours for the night as long as in the end I can sleep nestled against you as usual."

"Okay. If you want to stop at any time, just let me know."

"Will do." She smiled as she felt their excitement. They had established a safe word once before when John had wanted to try anal sex. She had never used it.

He moved behind her and began to unzip her dress. He let it drop to the floor. There she stood with only her bra, slip, and thigh hi's on. He knelt down and ran his hands up one leg and pulled the stocking off and then did the other. When he looked up at her face, she was tentatively biting her lower lip. He stood up and kissed her, gently biting her lip as he pulled away.

"I thought maybe I could do that for you since you seemed preoccupied by it."

She laughed. "And here I thought it was because you were getting turned on."

Hugging her to him, he unhooked her bra and just let it hang on her shoulders. He pulled her slip up over her shoulders and the bra came with it. There she stood, naked except for the scarf around her eyes. Lightly he ran his hands across her shoulders. down her arms, and across her breasts lingering to finger her nipples. He bent and kissed each one.

Susie felt as if her knees would give out any minute. She wanted so badly to reach out, touch him, undress him, and feel his body. He enjoyed having his nipples played with as they made love. She wanted to feel his hard cock against her and to stroke it. She wanted to take it in her mouth and tease it. She wanted to feel him in her right now. But tonight, John was in charge completely. She would do only what he told her to do.

John's hands rubbed across her ass and he pulled her to him again. Then stepping back a little, he ran his hand across her shaved pussy. He wanted her right then but was determined to play out the scenario he had envisioned. His hands went back to her nipples. He pinched them lightly and then he pinched until she pulled back.

"Ouch," she said with a grin.

"I want to take you to the edge tonight. I want you to feel helpless and at my mercy. I just want to warn you, okay?"

"You know it is....I've already said yes to you. And I remember our word. I'll use it if necessary."

"Good. That is the only thing you are free to say. I want you to concentrate on what you are feeling. Now don't move."

She nodded her head yes as a sign that she understood and had begun her role.

John got his gym bag and went back to the bedroom leaving Susie standing in the middle of the living room. He got an extra sheet from the closet and threw it over the bed. On the night stand, he placed all the necessary items for their night. He got a chair and put a towel over it grinning when he thought of how wet she would be. Next, he tied rope to the four corners of the bed. The last thing he did was collect candles and light them..

He returned to the living room to find her shivering but in the same spot. He moved behind her and gave her a swat on the ass. She gasped and spun around. He caught her and pulled her against him again. He loved the feel of her soft, ample body. 

"Hold your hands out in front of you."

She stretched her hands out. He took one and tied a piece of rope around it. He did the same to the other one. He helped her step out of the dress at her feet, took hold of the ropes, and began to lead her down the hall to the bedroom. She followed slowly at first and then more surely when she realized where they were headed.

Susie's heart was pounding. She knew John wouldn't torture her but it was driving her crazy not knowing what was going to happen next.

Turning her around in front of the chair, he backed her up against it and told her to sit down. She didn't recognize the texture against her skin at first and then she identified it as terry cloth. He took her right hand and pulled it behind her and tied it to the chair. Then the same with her left hand.

"Now tell me where all your jewels and money are," he laughed.

It helped that he broke the silence and the laughter eased her tension.

John leaned down and tilted her head up to him. Hungrily he kissed her and she kissed back equally as hungry. He ran his hands up her legs and back to her knees, pushing them apart until they were on either side of the chair. Then he tied each of Susie's legs to the chair. Stepping back to see how she looked, he grinned. He walked over to the night table and picked up a couple of the items he had placed there. 

When he was beside her, he turned on the walkman and before placing the headphones on her ears said, "This is so I can really surprise you. I have it on your favorite radio station. Enjoy it honey." With the headphones in place, he clipped the walkman to one of the ropes on her hand.

Moments passed. Susie was wondering where John was and what he was doing. She began to shift restlessly in the chair but settled in to listen to the music. Just as she was beginning to relax, she felt his mouth on her nipple. At first he was sucking but as her nipple hardened, he took it between his teeth. She arched her back toward him. Then he pinched the other nipple. She pulled back against the chair but couldn't move away which was her usual reaction when it began to get intense. Taking his mouth from her nipple he replaced it with an ice cube. She gasped and when she did he covered her mouth with his.

As the ice melted, he replaced it with a clamp. Confusion swept through Susie. John did the same to her other nipple. He had wanted to do that for months. Susie's nipples were so very sensitive. She could orgasm just from having them manipulated.

John then placed a rope around her waist and tied it to the chair. This would really limit her movement now. With this done, he kissed her again. Pulling one side of the headphones away from her ear, he told her that she was his and he would love playing with her tonight like they had never played before.

Susie was glad that at that moment John did not know how much wetter she had become at what he said to her. Thank heaven for the towel under her! Just as that thought was passing through her mind, she felt his fingers in her. 

"Unbelievable, I don't think I have ever felt you this wet. And your clit is already hard. Something tells me this is exactly what you have been waiting for and wanting," John thought.

She was ready to explode when he stopped. Where was he...she didn't want him to stop now!! Then she felt something inside her but it wasn't his fingers. What was it? They had played very little with toys. A dildo....that's what it is. And as soon as she identified that, it started vibrating in her. 

In just seconds, Susie had cum. But she couldn't relax because of the vibrations still going through her pussy. And then there was a new sensation. She had been thinking so much about what was happening between her legs that she hadn't realized the aching in her nipples until they were brushed by something. Oh my God! What has he got now??? 

She opened her mouth to speak but remembered the rule. Her mind was racing. What was that? It didn't have the feel of cloth. It definitely was not John's hands or any other part of his body. It wasn't coarse like the rope that bound her. There it is again. With the second passing, she identified it. It was leather. Strips of leather. Thin. Teasing. A flogger.

One more brush and then she felt them slap across her breasts. 

With that she let out a yelp. It wasn't pain but the mixture of surprise and the new sensations she was feeling. Three more times he let the flogger slap across her breasts Now he brushing her legs with it and across her pussy. Then a slap...and another slap to that tender area that was already on fire from the vibrator. 

John just looked in wonder at Susie as she experienced all of this. He had stripped and was stroking his hard cock. He didn't know how much longer he could hold off.

Several more times he hit her with the flogger, alternating between her breasts, her thighs, and her pussy. Suddenly, the flogging stopped. The vibrator was removed. The nipple clamps were released sending shots of pain through her. John tilted her head up and kissed her, massaging her nipples as he did. 

Then he untied her from the chair, pulled her up, and led her over to the bed. He removed the earphones because now he wanted her to hear everything.

"Lay down on your stomach in the center of the bed."

She did exactly as she was told. And when she had, he tied her hands to each corner as well as her feet so that she now was stretched out. The next thing Susie felt was John climbing on the bed and massaging her shoulders. Down her back and then slowly rubbing her ass cheeks. Then she felt his weight on her as he laid on her back. 

"You always did like being pinned down," he said into her ear. "And you always wiggled to get away but now you can't, can you my lovely?

John slipped on arm under her and then his fingers once again found her pussy and her clit. Waves of theh building orgasm surged through her body. "Wiggle all you want but you can't get away. I have you tied and trapped. It is useless to fight."

After bringing Susie to orgasm again, John released her and told her to lie down on her back in the middle of the bed. Now she was tied spread eagle before him. He wasted no time getting between her legs and tasting her. Many nights he would jerk off thinking about her taste and hearing her moans of ecstasy...the same moans he was hearing now. 

He stopped and moved up by her head placing his hard cock at her lips. She needed no encouragement to take it in her mouth and start to suck. As she sucked, he played with her nipples and then rubbed her clit. "That's right my love. We know one another and what we like and you do like for me to play with you, don't you?"

Susie nodded as she continued to suck. Then he was gone. It all stopped again. She wanted to call out for him ... she wanted him .... she wanted him inside her and on her. Where was he?

John was standing at the foot of the bed stroking his cock as he took in the sight of her wet pussy, her hard nipples, and the look of need on her face. He wanted to see her eyes. 

With that thought, John crawled between Susie's legs and drove his hard cock in her. As he began to move in and out of her, he removed the blindfold and kissed her. Soon he was cumming in her. In exhaustion and contentment he laid on her, holding her until his breathing evened out. 

Reaching up, he untied her hands and her arms went flying around his neck as she kissed him deeply and passionately.

"Oh thank you John! That was awesome."

"You're welcome," John said as he smiled at her and moved to untie her feet. “It was as incredible as I dreamed it would be” and he was already looking forward to waking her after they rested.

He laid down beside her and she cuddled up to him with her arm on his chest and her leg thrown across him. She didn't want him to go anywhere and he had no intention of leaving. Susie kissed John gently on the mouth and then laid back against him. Lovingly he pulled her up to him. Entwined in one another, they both drifted off to sleep and to dream.



Bound to Happen



Copyright 2000 Del Edwards (a nom de plume)

It had become a regular thing for BeAnn to call and ask if she could stop by for coffee or in the summer something cold to drink. Often she was on her cell phone and had some time to kill between appointments. She was never very far away, calling only when she was within a few miles of his place. They had known each other for seven years and their relationship was a rich and mutually rewarding one. They related to each other as individuals talking about music, movies, vacations as well as their fears, frustrations and fantasies.

Early in the relationship they agreed that there was a reciprocal attraction between them. Over the years that had expanded to become a spiritual and emotional coupling that was unique in their lives. Both were secretly amazed and pleased that they could honestly discuss their fantasies about being sexual with the other though they had never even kissed.

And both believed the other sometimes teased a bit too richly in describing the length and breadth of their sexuality with their respective partners. Both tolerated it simply because challenging the other person would be bad manners and anyway, there was no way to disprove the other's contention.

One Tuesday morning while they were sitting in their usual spot at his dinning table, BeAnn brought up the subject of bondage. She commented she knew little but was fascinated when he had mentioned it a few times over the years. He knew there was a sea change in the conversation when she addressed him by name. "Greg, I'd like to see the stuff," she said as her breath rushed out of her. There was a tiny smile at the corners of her mouth.

"The cuffs and chains? Sure, you thinkin' about getting into it?" he asked with a smile.

"Maybe I don't even believe you have the stuff, much less use it," she responded.

"C'mon," he said in a mock growl.

She followed him to the bedroom. She had never been there before. He got down on his hands and knees and reached under the bed. The chrome-plated chain jingled when he flopped it and a black leather cuff onto the bed. When he glanced up at her she was straight-faced. He crawled to the head of the bed and produced another chain and cuff. This one was attached to the headboard corner post with a leather strap and a French snap.

"Eeeeew, talk about fantasy fodder," she intoned as he stood up.

"Fantasy for you, reality for me," he said.

"No, I meant now that I know you really have the stuff I can make some fantasies about us," she grinned.

"Oh," he said and then added, "Would you like to experience the reality, try it on?" he asked, unable to suppress his own grin. She looked hard into his eyes for several seconds. Then her mouth moved but no sound came out.

He stopped laughing when she said, "Ahhh, yes but with my clothes on... just so I can get the feel of it."

"Sure," he said with a shrug.

"Okay, who does what?" she asked.

"What do you mean?" he replied.

"I know you'll tie me down but how does it begin?" she asked.

"Oh," he said as he detached the black leather ankle cuff from the chain. "You put on the cuffs. That signifies your willingness to be in bondage." He handed her the four-inch wide cuff. An amused smile came across his face as she sat on the bed and installed the ankle cuff. While she was struggling to attach the cuff chained to the head of the bed to her right wrist, he went around to the other side of the bed and obtained the other two cuffs.

With all four cuffs in place she slapped her thigh with her left hand, the right one being tethered to the bedpost. The motion caused the chain between her right wrist and the head of the bed to tinkle. She glanced at it and then up at him, the corners of her mouth turned down with uneasiness. "Now what?" she asked.

"Center yourself on the bed and extend your left hand toward the other post," he said nodding at the far end of the headboard. She slowly moved onto the bed and extended her left arm toward the headboard corner post. She was still sitting up. When he arrived at the far corner post he found her looking up at him. "Lie back," he whispered to her. There was a nervous grin on her face as she eased back until her head rested on the bed. He used a double barrel snap to attach her left wrist cuff to the fourth link of chain from where it was secured to the headboard. Standing at the foot of the bed he clicked a double barrel snap onto each of the rings sewn to the ankle cuffs. "Scoot down toward me," he croaked and then cleared his throat. "More, as far as you can come," he said.

Her movement caused more of her nylon-encased legs to appear from under the hem of her skirt as she wiggled toward him. She was wearing a very nice outfit. The long vest that reached to her hips and her three-quarter-length skirt matched. Both were satin-lined in a shade of gray that matched the thready broadcloth. It appeared to have just a tinge of a tan cast compared to the fine satin that was so shiny it appeared lighter in color. He had already cataloged her thin white silk blouse with the lacy white bra under it. The woman knows how to dress, he thought to himself.

When he glanced at her face he saw she was blushing. It was most apparent at her throat where it wasn't hidden by makeup but he could see the redness in her ears too. He moved his eyes to her chest to check her breathing. After about ten seconds he saw her chest move.

"You're blushing and barely breathing. You okay?" he asked.

She swallowed hard looking at the ceiling and nodded rapidly several times.

"I was thinking about you spreading my legs and tying them like that," she confessed in a very small voice.

It was his turn to mark a turning point of the direction of their interaction by addressing her by name.

"Bea, I'm not going to spread your legs, you are. THEN I'll chain them in place," he told her.

"But I'm already your prisoner," she protested. "You could easily force me to!"

"That's what you don't understand about bondage. You must be a willing captive. Nothing in loving bondage is against the will of the down," he told her.

"I am the 'down'?" she asked the ceiling.

"Yes, you are," he said flatly, "Spread your legs."

He was sure she held her breath as her legs slowly opened until her feet were near the corners of the bed. Even though her skirt was cut quite full, the hem rose above her knees. He tied her out wide with the two double barrel snaps. He found himself amused by the sight of this soulmate bound spread eagle on his bed fully clothed and still wearing her shoes. He wondered if she would protest if he removed her shoes. Would that be crossing the line? Yeah, probably, he thought to himself and decided to pursue a different course.

After moving to the side of the bed he sat on the edge by her left hip. He touched her thigh just above her knee. The slick, taught stocking felt hard under his hand. "You have great legs," he breathed to her as he withdrew his hand.

"Go ahead and look if you want. Pull up my dress. I can't stop you," she offered.

"You're serious?" he asked.

"Yes, I trust you to just look," she replied.

Experimentally he again placed his fingers just above her knee and slid his hand toward her hip, pushing the hem of her dress to mid-thigh.

"More if you'd like," she said, her eyes drilling holes in the ceiling. "You want to don't you?" she asked. "Push it all the way up to my waist."

He used just his left hand to sensuously sweep the front of her skirt to her waist. His hand slowly slid off her stockinged thigh and encountered her warm, soft thigh on either side of a tight, hard garter belt strap. Soon after that his fingers again encountered taught cloth as it skipped across the string of her bikini panties and came to rest on her bare mound below the heaving band of white, lacy garter belt.

She was breathing hard when she observed, "Jeez, I feel so helpless and vulnerable."

Her white panty over the petals of her sex flower was translucent with wetness.

"I think I better let you loose so we can go back and finish our coffee," he breathed.

He released her from the chains and helped her free herself from the heavy black leather cuffs.

Back at the table over coffee she locked her eyes onto his and said, "We're at a new place, aren't we?"

He nodded solemnly.

"You could have ripped my panties off and taken me, huh?"

Her words were more of a suggestion than a question.

He nodded again.

"Did you want to?" she asked very quietly.

Again he nodded and asked, "Did you want me to?"

BeAnn closed her eyes and let out a long sigh. Her mouth quivered when she whispered, "Yes, I did."

Her eyes flew open and she quickly gathered her things, left her coffee unfinished and moved to his front door. She said nothing as she closed the door behind her and walked rapidly to her car parked in his driveway. When she heard his door open she whirled to face him. Encumbered by her purse, cell phone and sunglasses she showed him the palms of her hands in that universally understood gesture of 'stay away from me.'

He sagged a little inside as he obeyed her behest.

It was more than a week before she called. He often wondered during that time if he would ever hear from her again. He had gone over the incident in his mind a hundred times, re-experiencing his excitement and desire as well as the beauty of her firm, vulnerable body as she lay helpless before him. He examined his behavior looking for anything that might have repulsed or insulted her but could find nothing. When he considered the fear and guilt she might be feeling he knew he had found the answer.

There was a tremor in her voice when she said, "I want to do you."

"What do you mean?" he asked.

"Chain you down just as you did me. I want to know the other side. It was exciting and I was very afraid because I was helpless and completely at your mercy. I want to experience how you felt. I could sense it was intense for you too," she said.

"And I thought I was doing a pretty good job of hiding it," he laughed nervously.

"I WANT to!" she said emphatically.

"Okay, okay, take it easy," he grinned as he swung his knees from under the dining table and stood up. Her chest was tight as she followed him toward the bedroom. She stood watching while he installed the four cuffs on himself. Then he spread-eagled himself on the bed and asked, "What are you feeling?"

"Ooooh, excitement," she breathed.

"Anything else?" he asked.

"Nothing that I'll admit to," she replied through quivering lips. She secured his right side first and then went to the other side of the bed and finished chaining him down. Her breath was coming in uneven gasps by the time she finished. She stepped back to survey her handiwork. "Are you going to invite me to look the way I did you," she huffed.

"That would be fair," he agreed. There was a mischievous smile on her face as she settled onto the bed and unbuckled his belt. After struggling a bit with the waistband button of his trousers she managed to open it.

"This is sooo wicked," she breathed as she unzipped his fly and then tugged the waistband of his pants half way down his hips. She gazed at his concealed manhood. "I've wondered more than once. Now I know," she grinned as she plucked the string of his burgundy briefs. She was breathing heavily and he saw her tongue dart out and wet her lips. Then her mouth puckered into a tight little pout. Reaching out with both hands she grasp the strings of the low cut briefs. Pulling them down slowly but forcefully she looped the front panel behind his genitals.

"Ooooh, my, how nice. Can I have that," she purred as she pointed at his crotch.

"Hey, no fair, I was a gentleman with you," he protested.

BeAnn had regained her composure.

"Well, I'm not a lady today, just a wanton, horny bitch who has a man totally at her mercy," she growled as she began to unbutton her tan broadcloth blouse.

Once it was fully open she stood and removed it. Then she did a slow half turn and faced away from him as she unzipped the tailored Harris tweed skirt. A quick half turn like a model would do at the end of a runway brought her back to face him. She undid the single button and pushed the skirt down her hips until it fluttered to the floor. The milk chocolate elastic tops of her thigh high stockings were twice as dark as the stockings that encased her perfectly sculpted legs.

With measured evenness she put her hand at the nape of her neck and did another slow turn to show off the matching smooth toast-colored satin demi-bra and string bikini set she was wearing.

"Do you realize we have never kissed?" she asked. Before he could answer she leaned down and kissed him hard on the lips. "I like this being in control," she breathed. In one smooth motion she moved back a step and did a quarter turn and lightly stroked her sex through her panty.

"Take a good look 'cause it's gonna get dark real soon," she added. Then she scooped up her skirt and used it to cover his face.

"Jeez, I am excited. No wonder you're into this stuff," she huffed.

He heard the hiss of cloth on cloth that could only be her sliding her panties down her stockings.

"Have you...been like this with other women?" she asked.

"No, you're the only one," he chuckled.

He felt her come onto the bed between his legs and then his penis was enveloped with warmth. She kept him in her mouth teasing him with her tongue until he was hard.

"You wouldn't lie to me about that would you," she asked just after the pleasurable titillation stopped. "Tell me you love me and I will take you the rest of the way."

"I have since the first moment I saw you. Get on me," he moaned.

'Then I will do delicious things to you. Slowly suck you dry... make you cry. You want me to don't you?'

Again he felt the warmth of her mouth on his penis. He relaxed and drank in the pleasure she was giving him... tongue flutters, head bobs, sometimes just the head and then she would plunge down onto him until his hardness was buried deep in her throat. He groaned at the intensity of the ache and burning in his burgeoning cock. She became more insistent in her actions, pulling him toward the bursting point. A long series of swallowing strokes set him to moaning and then she switched to maddeningly fast strokes of just the head. The burning electricity was irresistible and he screamed from under the darkness of her skirt.

The moment his spasms ended she shifted her position and took all of him into her warm, wet cunt. Her hand went to her own swollen marble of pleasure and she howled in orgasm perhaps 30 seconds later. Pulling her skirt off his face she bent forward to touch her lips to his. Her last moans came in a rhythmic series as he rammed his still firm sword deep into her sheath. Then she collapsed on top of him.

They stayed that way for some time. Somehow he enjoyed be helpless under her exhausted, relaxed, content body. Finally she revived enough to raise her head and speak to him...

"I've wanted to kiss you with your cum on my tongue and your dick hard up in me for a long time."



Bound to Happen



I knew it was bound to happen sooner or later. Katie my girlfriend was out of town for the weekend and as I sat down for a drink at the neighborhood watering hole I felt mellow and relaxed. I had the night to myself with nothing really to do and was just going to enjoy it. I sat at the bar and the place was not too crowded for a Saturday night but there was activity with people playing pool and darts behind me. I was sitting with people on either side of me whom I did not know, a couple to my left and a guy by himself on my right. I talked a bit with him and just enjoyed getting a buzz going. He told me his name was Ryan and I really had no idea at the time that he might be gay; it never even crossed my mind.

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The previous summer I was in California at my cousin Jessica's wedding and I stayed at their house in my cousin Brian's room who had moved out on his own. It was late on a Friday night and I was alone in the room after flying in the night before the wedding. I was a bit horny and rummaged around Brian's room to see if there were any Playboy's or other mags to get me off. Looking in all the nightstands and closets I came up empty till I spied a stack of magazines tucked in the corner. There was a huge pile of newsmagazines and geographics and I thought I was out of luck. I took a chance and pulled a few mags from the bottom of the pile. I scored! There was a Playboy, an old Oui and to my great surprise a mag that surely pure porn with two naked guys on the cover. It was called "Surfer Boy" and the two guys on the cover were handsome & blond with huge hard cocks sticking out and their arms around each other's waist. 

Right away I knew it had to be gay porn but it intrigued me and I got undressed and into bed with the mags. I was so hard and horny looking at the naked girls in the Playboy & Oui that my curiosity got the better of me & I just had to peek at the gay magazine. I'm sure any horny young guy alone given the opportunity to look at gay guys get it on would at least take a look and I was no exception. Fuck, did I ever get harder as I opened the mag and the two slender, slim & tanned guys from the cover were now pulling on each other's cocks and kissing. My cock ached & I never knew such a taboo scene would excite me so. The photo spread continued with one guy getting on his knees and sucking on the other guy's cock. 

I was mesmerized by this and jacked firmly on my cock as the photos showed the guy on his knees getting splattered by the other guy's cum all over his face. He then got over the other guy who sucked on his cock a bit before having his friend cum all over his handsome chest. I was breathing heavy and gasping for breath as the looked on at the next photo spread of three hot surfer boys on a blanket on the beach naked & playing with each others cocks. With the mag in one hand and my cock in the other I intently looked into this horny world of gay sex. They were kissing each other and jacking each other off and rubbing cocks together before moving on to a three-way suck off daisy chain. 

I didn't even make it to the end of the photo spread as I felt my cock ache and tingle. I fisted myself furiously and again was gasping and breathing heavy as I climaxed and my cum came blasting out all over me and I hoped not to wake anyone with my "uhnnnn, ughnnnn ahhhhhhhhhhhs" that I tried to muffle. I fisted myself long after the cum stopped flowing and my cock ached a beautiful warm glow like I had never known and my stomach & chest were awash in huge puddles of thick warm cum. I held on to my cock for quite a while as I tried to catch my breath. With my cock still in my hand I tried to ponder what had just transpired. I had never had such an astonishing orgasm in my life by simply jacking off. Slowly I came down from my cum induced high. It was stimulating to be alone in a strange bed in a strange place and be naked and make a stunning sexual discovery. 

With my underwear I wiped the cum off myself and dropped them to the side of the bed. I closed the magazines and slid them beside me on the bed as I pulled up the covers and turned out the light. My cock still ached a strange wonderful warm glow in its half hard state. Touching myself, I rubbed my cock again to feel it, enjoying the sensation of touching my cock again as it felt so fucking good though it was only half hard. I was actually pretty tired from the plane trip and the traveling and had no trouble falling asleep. As I fell asleep my erection wouldn't go away it seemed and my cock was still half hard.

At 3 in the morning after some bizarre dreams I awoke as one sometimes does when traveling, awoke in a flash not know exactly where I was or when or what was happening. As I realized that I was in California for the wedding I also realized that I hard a huge hard on again and I remembered about my fantastic jack off earlier. I got up and went to the bathroom and peed and when I got back in bed I felt the magazines next to me and my hard on swelled again. I turned on the light and nervously yet excitedly went straight for the "Surfer Boy" magazine to look some more at the gay porn. I felt guilty that it excited me so but I was so turned on by seeing the photo spread of the three hot guys on the blanket on the beach. 

The guys went from a three-way daisy chain blowjob to one guy getting sucked off by one of the guys and the third guy on all fours over him dangling his cock into his mouth. As the guy lying down sucked off the guy over him and was being sucked off my hand gently stroked my raging hard on. The scene in the magazine was fascinating and as most porn does the guy sucking off the guy over him got a face full of cum. The guy who was sucking him off then jacked him off with cum shooting out all over the hand and his stomach. 

I couldn't believe it turned me on so to see the guy lying there with cum all over him spread his legs wide and have the one guy finger his tight hole. Soon it showed the guy press his dick into the tight hole and the guys began to screw and the third guy having his balls played with by the guy getting fucked. My cock ached so hard as I looked at the pictures of the guy getting fucked and then getting cum on again as his lover came in ropes of cum all over him. 

My cock had never felt so hard, so warm, so tingly or so excited as I perused the subsequent photo spreads. There was one with two hot blond guys naked on the beach with their feet in the water and leaning against the rocks as one guy butt fucked the other before sucking him off. Another photo spread had two guys on a deck of a beach house making love on the cushions as two hot topless chicks watched the gay scene. My cock hurt so good as I set the mags down and again furiously jacked hard on my cock cumming with another mind boggling orgasm and my cum shooting out all over myself. 

Exhausted, yet elated and quite satisfied I wiped the cum off again with my damp underwear from the side of the bed. I fell back asleep with my cock pleasantly sore but glowing and my erection finally subsiding most of the way. As the morning light crept in I awoke again with another massive boner like my cock just didn't want to not be hard. I was by this point totally mesmerized by the gay porn and I just had to look at it again before having to deal with the families and the wedding. I was a bit sore but my penis felt fantastic in my hands as I looked at both the gay porn and the naked girls. 

Seeing all the cum from the guys cocks made me wonder what cum was like and I looked over at my cum soaked underwear by the bed. I picked it them up and they were partly damp and partly stiff and crusted. I knew it was strange but I brought them to my face to catch a scent of cum. I jacked off with one hand as the scent of my own cum from beneath my nostrils intoxicated and aroused me even more and I thrashed on the bed jacking myself off frantically. 

I was a mess of guilt and emotions and as I was close to cumming again I tossed the damp cum laden underwear aside and surprised myself by fingering my tight hole with my legs spread wide with my other hand. Feeling my finger on my asshole was all it took to send my over the top. My third frenzied orgasm in a few hours was slower in cumming but spine tingling and intense and I felt possessed as my cum dribbled out in smaller squirts and my cock was pleasantly sore and tender. This time my hard on finally subsided and I wiped up and got up to hide the magazines that I had found. I fell back asleep for another few hours till all the commotion in the house woke me up and I became part of the family activities for the wedding.

At the wedding I was a tassel of emotions. I was guilty about having enjoyed the gay porn so much and elated about my scintillating discovery. My mind wandered continually till we got to the reception. We were all drinking and carrying on when I noticed Brian with a girl and another guy. It took a while to register but I was almost certain the guy was that the guy was one of the guys in the magazine. Deep down I felt that Brian was gay but I was a bit out of it and really not sure about the whole situation. Brian ended up involved with the wedding activities & I was left to hang out with his friend Kyle and the girl, Theresa. 

I had quite a buzz going during some small talk and inadvertently and perhaps subconsciously asked Kyle if he was a "surfer boy". He grinned ear to ear as did Theresa and joked 'why, do you want to ride my surfboard"? I was a bit embarrassed but actually very aroused and Kyle broke the tension asking if I wanted to get high. We headed out side to the hotel grounds and smoke a joint in a gazebo by a garden. On the way back into the hotel we passed a storage room in a hallway that held the hotel's banquet chairs & tables. Kyle said, "let's check this out" and opened the door we went in but the lights were off and the only light was coming in through a glass window in the door. Before I had a chance to really realize what was going on Kyle had stopped and lifted my hand to his crotch. In my shock and excitement and huge buzz going it was totally exciting as his hard on grew to my touch and he soon had his hand rubbing my growing hardness in my pants. 

It all happened so fast that he had my pants opened and was reaching in to feel my cock, which was by now as hard as it had ever been. His parts were soon opened too and we pulled on each other's cocks in the near darkness with Theresa gazing out the window, keeping watch I suppose. Again before I had time to register the situation Kyle slid down to his knees, pulling my pants down along the way and he engulfed my cock in his mouth. My knees nearly buckled from the pleasure and surprise as Kyle hungrily began to suck my cock. I was breathing heavy and involuntarily humping his mouth in rhythm to the plunging of his warm wet mouth over my cock. Just as I felt like I was getting ready to cum, he stopped and rose up to me. I was gasping for breath and hard and excited and another unexpected event happened as Kyle put my hand back on his throbbing cock -- he kissed me! It was such an organic, horny, forbidden thrill to kiss another guy that I had no idea it would be so electrifying. 

We kissed madly like crazed dogs as we pulled on each other's cocks. Kyle broke the kiss and whispered in my ear "you try it", pushing me gently down to my knees. I pulled down his pants and breathlessly played with his cock in my hands. He rubbed my hair with his hands and I got brave and put my face on his cock. The scent was stimulating and my own hard cock urged me on as I slipped it in my mouth. Wow! I couldn't believe how much I enjoyed the taste and sensation of sucking a cock. My sucking was slow and tentative at first but my horniness carried me on and soon I was licking, kissing and sucking his cock with gusto. 

Kyle was breathing heavy too and the whole covert sex-capade was like some horny dream. Before I had a chance to realize what was happening Kyle was breathing heavier and humping his cock into my mouth holding my head in his hands. I didn't have a chance to even think about it as his cock began to jettison huge gobs of cum into my mouth. I gasped in a bit of shock and pulled of for a split second as a spurt of cum landed across the side of my face but my mouth was soon back sucking his cock. It was such a horny, nasty scene and as his humping subsided to a slow pace I finally pulled off to catch my breath and register what I had just done. My own cock was still so hard and after a quick kiss Kyle got back on his knees and began to suck me off again. Theresa was watching by the window in the door and as Kyle sank his mouth back over my aching cock. I noticed her rubbing herself under her dress with one hand & fondling her titties through her dress with the other.

I was high and slightly drunk, yet I was more intoxicated from the clandestine and forbidden nature of our sexual encounter. My cock felt wonderful in his mouth and I could still taste and smell the aroma of his sex as Kyle hungrily licked and sucked on my cock. I saw Theresa glance over and could see her smile when all of a sudden I lost it and started cumming in Kyle's mouth. A huge gush of cum ejaculated out of my penis into his eager mouth. Kyle sucked me off totally & licked and sucked on my cock long after the last drops of cum had gone down his throat. He got and we both had our pants around our ankles. Kyle pulled on my cock as he pressed his body into me and he gave me a soft kiss, telling me I was delicious. 

We pulled our pants up and got straightened up and calmly walked out of the storage room. They went back to the reception but I went into a bathroom to collect myself. I was tipsy & high but mainly I was shaking from the experience in the storage room. Looking at myself in the mirror I straighten up my tie & shirt. The taste and smell of sex was all around my face and looking closer there was a bit of dried cum on my cheek & chin. I washed up best I could and headed back to the reception. Kyle & Theresa both gave me evil grins and I proceeded to get pretty drunk.

When I ended up back and their home after the wedding and went to my room I dug out the gay mags and tried to masturbate again but was too drunk and passed out. My pants and boxers were around my ankles and my shirt was unbuttoned but my tie was still on. Laying there half dressed & passed out with the porn mags next to me I blearily heard the door start to open and aunt Margie start to talk to me. In terror I pulled the sheets up over myself just in time I hoped that she wouldn't see like that. 

After showering and another day of family activities I couldn't wait to get back to my room alone that night, especially as all I could think about was the incident with Kyle. I dug out the "Surfer Boy" mag and had instant hard on the moment I pulled it out. My cock felt so good in my hands as I looked at the photo spreads of all the hot guys having sex. After looking through most of the spreads I settled on one where the guy who I was now certain was Kyle & my cousin Brian's lover was engaged on a beach blanket with another guy in a stunning 69 with the surf pounding behind them. Their naked bodies look delicious to me as I looked at my own naked body with my hard cock in my hand. I loved the feeling of being naked in a strange place with the forbidden pleasure of admiring hot, nude guys making love to each other. 

My cock tingled in my hands as I looked at Kyle in the photo spread continue the hot gay 69 with the other surfer boy. Every straight guy loves a girl on girl 69 but this guy on guy 69 was as exciting a thing as I had ever seen. Wildly pumping my cock with my fist I came in a huff as the scene showed the two guys pull out from the twin blowjobs and gush cum all over each other's faces and lips before plunging back down on the cocks and tasting the last bits of cum. Cum squirted forcefully out of my cock all over me as my breathing was heavy and the warm spooge felt good on my stomach and chest, like I would like it if another guy came all over me. I decided to take the "Surfer Boy" mag back home with me.

All the way home on the plane ride my guilt overrode my bisexual feelings. Since last summer I repressed them the best I could though I figured that if I was to have an affair with another guy it was bound to happen on its own sweet time. My girlfriend Katie was a stone fox with a tiny waist and a drop dead gorgeous ass and though her titties were smallish they were well formed and luscious. We had sex often, sometimes in kinky places and she loved sex talk and would often ask me my fantasies. I was dying to tell her about a fantasy on a beach with me and her and a guy and finally got the nerve to tell her one-day when we were making love. She was very cool about it when I told her about getting naked with her and a hot surfer guy on a blanket on the beach. In my mind it was Kyle from the wedding that I was sure was my cousin's lover. 

Katie seemed to really enjoy my little bisexual fantasy sex talk as I had my cock deep inside her warm, tight pussy. It was so exciting during love making to express in words what I had slowly been fantasizing about more and more. We both got off as I told her about feeling another guy's cock as he felt mine while she watched. We were both so aroused as I went on talking about sucking his cock as he sucked mine in a hot bisexual 69 as she watched topless in the openness of a secluded beach. We both came extremely hard and long and loud and Katie even commented what a hot little fantasy and that she could tell it really excited me.

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Anyway as I sat at the bar that night Ryan and I really hit it off. We talked and laughed and slowly got a pretty good buzz going. He said he lived close and asked me if I wanted to come over to his place and get high. As we walked over to his apartment he told me he wanted to make sure that I knew he was gay. I said that it really hadn't crossed my mind, which it hadn't, but that I was cool with it. After he told me though my mind started spinning and I was a jumble of nerves and guilt and fear and to my surprise, extreme curiosity and exhilaration about another possible gay tryst.

We got to his place and there was a girl there that he introduced to me as his roommate Christine. She was watching TV with a guy on the couch. We all made small talked and Christine and the guy didn't pay us too much mind as Ryan and I sat at the kitchen table to get high. Christine came over to join us and, my oh my, was she ever a beautiful babe. She just had jeans on and a button down shirt that was open quite a way and her long straight brunette hair cascaded down her shoulders. I tried not to peek but I could tell she had no bra on. Standing by the table she took a few tokes with us before smiling sweetly at me and joining the guy on the couch that was not interested in getting high with us. He left after a while and Ryan and I joined Christine on the couch. It felt very strange and he was very straightforward about it when Ryan rested his hand on my leg as he sat between Christine and I. I guess he wanted to let me know he was interested in me and I felt a huge rush of anticipation and stimulation. 

Christine got up to use the bathroom and Ryan asked if I was OK with this. My heart was pounding but I could feel my cock growing hard in my pants. In almost a trance I nodded affirmative as Ryan slid his hand into mine. The whole scene was totally electrifying and Ryan looked deeply into my eyes as we held hands. He said a soft "mmm" as he slid his hand over my crotch to feel my growing hard on in my pants. My mind was racing as he slid closer and I felt the strange sensation of starting to kiss another guy for the second time. Just as our lips touched and my whole straight world was crashing down around me we heard the bathroom door open and I broke the kiss. Ryan smiled sweetly at me and we heard Christine call "goodnight" to us as she walked down the hall to her room. 




Bound to Happen



Ryan lifted me up by the hand and led me down the hall to his room. It felt strange with Christine knowing we were heading to his room thinking that I was another one of his gay lovers. Ryan closed the door behind us and we moved together slowly in the darkness. All the anticipation about making it with another guy rushed into me and I tingled and my cock grew in my pants without any contact. We put our arms around each other and laid our heads on each others shoulders before nuzzling our faces into each others neck and side of the face. Then Ryan kissed me. Wow, my cock grew stiff and strained in my pants as the stimulation of being kissed by a guy sent me over the edge. It was a slow kiss at first but I returned it with passion and we were holding each other tight and kissing madly and I was huffing and breathing loudly as our cocks grew along with our excitement. 

Ryan started to help me off with my shirt and I did the same to him. We fell back into each other with our naked chests and kissed again for a moment but Ryan was after the prize and he started to undo my jeans. I let him unsnap them and pull them down a bit as he reached in to feel my cock. Oh fuck! The touch of his hand as it slipped inside my boxers felt incredible as the feel of his bare hand felt the flesh of my cock. He stroked on it a bit and reached his face up to kiss me again as I slid into a sexual spell. I was pulling off my jeans and stepping out of them and soon I stood there naked next to him as his hands roamed all over my bare body. With eager anticipation I started to return the favor and helped him out of his pants. 

We stood naked together in the darkness on the hardwood floor and rubbed our bodies together and kissed some more. I had never in my life been so sexually aroused as I was at that moment. I reached for his cock and it felt odd to touch another guy's boner but it felt fantastic too. It felt good to know he was excited about me and as I stroked and pulled on his cock and fondled his balls as he kissed me and told me how hot I was. We pulled on each other's cocks for a while and continued to nuzzle & kiss.

Then Ryan slid to the floor in one swift movement and engulfed my cock in his mouth. Fuck was that ever intense, standing there naked and having another guy start to suck me off! He was an expert cocksucker and he made love to my cock with his mouth like no girl ever had. He sucked tenderly on the tip before licking up and down the underside of my shaft before slipping it all the way back in and plunging his mouth over my cock in long firm strokes. I held on to his head and he grasped my ass cheeks with both hands as he continued to suck me off. I felt so unbelievably horny and free, indulging again in gay sex. 

I couldn't control myself for very long, it was just too exciting. I humped faster into his mouth, moaning and gasping for breath. A wave of pleasure passed over me as my cock erupted a flood of cum into his horny mouth. My cock never had felt so wonderful as my cum shot in his mouth. As Ryan tasted my cum shoot into his mouth he seemed to get more excited and sucked harder making my orgasm and cum blast even more forceful into his cock famished mouth. 

He licked me lovingly after gulping down all my jizz and he pulled me onto the bed and we rolled around naked with me grabbing his hard cock as he kissed me and I could taste a faint taste of my own cum as we kissed. With me on my back he crawled above me on all fours and dangled his cock into my face. I hesitated a bit at first but I was still so horny and as he rubbed his cock all over my face I smelled the lovely scent of cock and manhood and slipped his penis into my mouth. Wow! It tasted strange at first but it also was exciting and fascinating to taste the penis of another guy. He let his cock dangle down to my mouth as he hovered over me and he gently rocked his hips feeding it in and out of my mouth. It slipped out and I reached my face up to lick on the underside of his shaft, sniffing his balls as his cock moved back & forth across my face. 

It tasted like nothing I could ever imagine and even though I had just cum I was excited to taste his cock as it slipped between my lips into my mouth. It was warm and fleshy and it had both firm and silken texture as I wetted it with my mouth and sucked on his cock. I wanted to please him as he pleased me earlier so I just tried to be gentle and return the favor and make his cock feel good in my mouth. I sucked and lapped on it a while and it popped out for a moment while I caught my breath and I licked on his shaft hungrily before eagerly getting it back into my mouth. 

I went wild on it wrapping my mouth around it but I wanted better control so I gently held onto Ryan's hips and rolled him over on his back with his cock not leaving my mouth. With him lying there on his back I went to town plunging my mouth up & down on his sweet hard cock. I smacked on it and let it slip out as I licked down his shaft and nuzzled my face in his balls before licking and sniffing their heady man scent. I couldn't believe it I was rock hard again as I went back to sucking his cock with determination and newfound gay lust. It just tasted so fucking sultry & the whole erotic nature of discovering gay sex was unbelievably enjoyable. Ryan rocked his hips a bit as I continued to suck him off and soon he was humping his cock faster up into my mouth. 

Then it happened. I could tell by his breathing and his moaning that he was cumming in my mouth and I just let it take place. I emphatically kept on sucking as his cum jettisoned into my mouth in warm blasts and really it didn't taste anything other than amazing and moist. I continued to suck him off as his fucking of my mouth subsided and his humping up with his cock to my mouth slowed down. I licked and sucked on it a bit more before crawling up into his arms. We nuzzled faces together before kissing and both whispered "WOW!" as we collapsed into each other, enjoying each other's naked body and the glow from just having gotten the other one off so nicely.

He told me I was a really hot guy and asked me if that was the first time. I said that it was only the second time and he told me that I was a natural. We started talking softly, almost in whispers, as he told me once you have sex with a guy you can really never go back. He started to tell me about his first time as I enjoyed the incredible sensation of being alone and naked with Ryan in his bed late on a Saturday night. It was every bit as exhilarating as getting laid unexpectedly by a hot chick on an unplanned sexual encounter, more so really. 

Ryan went on telling me about his first time with another guy. He said he was a senior in high school dating a girl that was a year younger. They had been out drinking and her folks were out of town and they ended up at her house. She was a cute little babe but she had drunk too much that night and as they were on the couch she passed out & he couldn't rouse her. Ryan went down the hall to use the bathroom and when he came out he saw a light in a room down the hall and heard music playing. He walked down to check it out and saw the girl's brother in the room as he stood in the doorway. The brother was standing working on architectural drawings at a drafting table. When he saw Ryan he smiled and asked him to come in. He was wearing only a pair of jeans and stood there with his bare chest before Ryan. They made small talk about the drawings and Ryan said he felt a strange tingle being there with the brother who was the same age and they knew each other from school. 

The girl's brother had always seemed very pleasant around Ryan and he even sensed a strange feeling from him in the locker room during gym class. The brother would glance at Ryan in a friendly, smiling stare and they had seen each other naked more than once but Ryan never thought twice about it. Shelly, the girl, had told Ryan that she was unsure, but that she thought her brother might be gay and that he was always very interested in him when he asked her about Ryan. Ryan stood there in his room late that night with a buzz on from drinking and disappointed that Shelly was passed out, especially with the wonderful opportunity of her parents being out of town. Michael, the brother, stood there and smiled at Ryan and gazed intently into his eyes. He told Ryan he was glad that he was there and he was glad that Shelly was passed out. 

Ryan could tell that Michael was subtly coming on to him. He said that he really enjoyed it and it started to excite him with the prospect of a taboo encounter with his girlfriend's brother and that he was actually flirting back unconsciously. Michael moved closer to Ryan as they talked and even put his arm around his waist lightly as he pointed out one of his drawings. Ryan could smell the scent of Shelly's handsome brother and he didn't flinch when Michael turned to face him and he lifted Ryan's hand onto Michael's crotch. Michael then unsnapped his jeans and was naked underneath and he placed Ryan's hand on his hard naked cock. Ryan said it was a life changing experience as they began to kiss and Ryan pulled on the stiffness of Michael's throbbing boner. 

Michael pulled his pants off and then stood there nude and hard for Ryan whom Michael was soon helping out of his own clothes. They stood there undressed with their beautiful hard cocks exposed to each other. As Ryan & Michael began to ravenously kiss they pressed their naked bodies and throbbing penises into the other boy Ryan said that he felt that it was the most exciting moment of his life. The two stunning, striking naked guys were soon on Michael's bed kissing anew and discovering each other's warm, bare flesh with their hands and their faces. 

Ryan was fascinated by Michael's cock and said he wanted Michael's cock in his mouth. He slipped the pulsating penis into his mouth and began to suck off his girlfriend's brother. Michael ran his fingers through Ryan's hair as the blowjob continued and the taste of cock and the sensation of a hard cock in his mouth thrilled Ryan. He sucked and licked and sniffed the warm hard beast as his own cock ached from the excitement. Michael was writhing about on the bed from all the stimulation of Ryan's warm wet mouth on his penis when his cock exploded a gush of cum into Ryan's surprised but eager mouth. 

Ryan excitedly lapped down all the cum and said it was truly a turning point in his life. Michael pulled Ryan up into his arms and jacked a bit on Ryan's hard cock before starting to return the favor. Ryan stretched out on Michael's bed and enjoyed the pleasure of horny gay lust as Michael slipped Ryan's cock into his mouth and began to make love to it. Both boys were as surprised as the other about this scintillating, unplanned sexual encounter, Ryan especially. His cock felt so good in Michael's mouth, Shelly was fun to have sex with but she was skittish about sucking cock. Waves of pleasure passed over Ryan as the blowjob continued and his horny cock pulsated into his lover's mouth. He came with an excruciating yelp that at the time he didn't care if it woke Shelly. He humped his cock faster into Michael's mouth as Michael lovingly sucked down all of Ryan's cum. 

Exhausted but elated the two boys slid into each other's arms to ponder their remarkable sexual occurrence. They decided to put some clothes on and get Shelly into bed. The carried the groggy, drunken girl to her bed and Michael asked Ryan if he wanted to go for a swim. They went out to the pool in the back yard and shed their clothes for a late night skinny dip. The two guys admired the naked form of the other boy and they ended up by the edge of the pool and began to feel for the other's cock. It was so fun to be swimming and wet and naked with another guy and play with his cock under water in the pool with its lights casting an exotic glow about the boys. Ryan said that he didn't mind at all when Michael fooled around and slid his cock along Ryan's ass and humped a bit in a little gay horseplay. Ryan turned his head back to kiss his new lover as Michael humped along the warm buns and pulled on Ryan's cock. They broke their embrace and swam a bit more before toweling off and heading back inside. 

Michael closed the door behind them as they pulled off the towels and moved quietly into bed, their stunning naked male bodies glistening and clean. They sat cross-legged facing each other and played with each other's stiff cocks. Taking turns one would lean forward and suck on the other boy's penis a bit before giving way to the other boy's mouth. It felt terrific to have sex again after the swim and they were all clean and had a brisk scent of chlorine about them. Ryan leaned forward and bobbed his head and mouth up and down Michael's magnificent cock as Michael would rub his shoulders and run his hands through his hair as he held Ryan's head in both hands assisting in the cock sucking bobbing motion. 

Michael then pushed Ryan back on his back and got on all fours and dangled his cock back into Ryan's horny, cock hungry mouth letting his new lover make love to his aching cock. Ryan sucked quite a while on it before it slipped out a moment and he held on to it with his hands and fondled Michael's balls. No sooner that he began this holding of Michael's cock and balls when it began to spew its warm white honey out onto Ryan. Some of the luscious cum got on Ryan's chest and face before Ryan had time to slip the horny rod back into his mouth and finish sucking off his girlfriend's brother. 

The throbbing pole and cum tasted so good and excited Ryan greatly as his own cock was now was harder than ever. Michael went back down on Ryan and started to mouth his lover in due kindness. However with the hard cock all slathered and wet Michael surprised the other boy by climbing over the cock and placing it with both hands at the tight opening of his boy pussy. The cock slid in rather easily and Ryan was discovering just how fucking incredible it was to fuck another guy. Michael rode Ryan's cock a while before letting Ryan roll him on his back and finish fucking his tight ass with his oh so stiff and aching cock. Ryan soon came in a huff pumping his juices into Michael's ass and he kissed him madly as they consummated their horny lust. The fell asleep in each other's arm's and Ryan woke up as the morning light appeared and left before Shelly found out about the two of them.

He told me he was lucky in a way that Shelly soon after that started seeing another guy and he and Michael started up a clandestine gay romance that lasted till Michael went away to college. With Ryan finishing his story we were both now very hard again and felt for each other's cocks. He asked me what turned me on about guys and I told him about the summer before at my cousin's wedding and the "Surfer Boy" magazines. He lit up and said "cool"! He got up & turned on the light and rummaged through his nightstand and produced three issues of "Surfer Boy" magazine, telling me that no gay guy ever goes without this mag when jacking off. We both perused the incredibly hot photo spreads of all the fascinating guys as we pulled on each other's rigid penises. 

I couldn't help it and put the magazines aside and began to suck Ryan off again. I licked his shaft up & down and nuzzled my face in his tight balls before hungrily sucking again on the tasty pole. As I sucked him off he humped his cock up into my mouth and whispered soft, loving encouragement to my actions. I must of really gotten him off because it didn't seem like that long and he humped faster into my mouth and let out a soft moan as again I tasted the wonderfulness of cum in my mouth. I clamped down on his penis loving the fact that I had excited him so and very pleased about this whole stimulating experience. After I got all the cum out that his cock could give me we kissed & Ryan reached up and turned off the light. He rummaged a bit in the nightstand and I heard him toss something back in the nightstand drawer. Almost immediately I felt him grab my hard cock and place it at the opening of his snug hole as he climbed on top of me. He must have lubed up a bit because to my great surprise my cock slid right up and into his ass. 

I was amazed how tight and wonderful it felt to be fucking his ass. He began to fuck himself with my cock as it tingled at the newfound sensation. The whole clandestine nature of having sex with another guy made my cock throb as it slid in & out of Ryan's snug hole. For some reason the male scent of his body really turned me on as I humped up into him to meet his own thrusts. My cock ached a wonderful feeling as we fucked and as I was getting close I rolled Ryan onto his back and fucked him forcefully with my massively hard cock. We humped and moaned together and shortly my cock spasmed and shot out a huge load of cum into Ryan's tight hole. Huffing and puffing we collapsed into each other's arms and held each and nuzzled faces together enjoying the astonishingly sensual gay lovemaking. 

We were both exhausted by this time and as my hard on subsided from his ass and came out we slid together and fell into a pleasant slumber. It must have been a solid five hours that we slept and while still in a deep sleep with the morning light trickling in a stimulating fog I awoke slowly with my cock hard and throbbing again and Ryan's mouth wrapped lovingly around it. As he swallowed my cock in long loving gulps I was amazed at just how much sex I had had since late last night and how horny I was. It was like it just kept getting better & better and more exciting and more horny luscious sex. 

Ryan saw that I had opened my eyes from the loving attention on my cock with his mouth and he smiled at me with his eyes while he continued to suck me off. He then climbed up to me and kissed me ravenously as his own hard cock pressed onto mine. He told me that he loved my cock and what a hot guy I was. We kissed madly and nuzzled and I drank in the intoxicating scent of another guy. Ryan climbed over me and dangled his warm, hard penis in my face. 

I reached up with my tongue and licked the underside of his shaft and the scent and taste of his cock made my own harder than ever. I sunk his cock into my mouth and began to suck him off. The velvety texture and manly, fleshy taste was thrilling as the firmness of his penis moved in & out of my now cock hungry mouth. Just as I was getting into sucking his cock he pulled it out and went back to sucking my cock. He then spread my legs and licked and pressed his tongue deeply up my tight hole. He stopped for a moment to reach for something as my cock throbbed and then I felt him press his cock against my tight wet hole. I was so hard and horny that all I could do was let it happen.

He pressed his lubed cock slowly but firmly up into me. It was a bit of an unusual feeling but he was expert at doing it and my ass gave way and took his cock. It was such a horny, erotic feeling to be probed by his luscious cock that my own cock was steeled as hard as ever. Ryan smiled as he slowly began to fuck me in longer, firmer and faster thrusts. Pretty soon he had a steady rhythm going and was humping me as I took it in a spellbound funk. He lifted one of my hands to my own cock and I started jacking myself off as he screwed me. My cock was aching and the new erotic stimulation of having a penis in my tight hole made me hornier than ever. I fisted my cock furiously as Ryan made love to me and was surprised that in such a short time I felt another orgasm rise in my penis. As I madly jacked myself off, an explosion of cum shot out over my stomach & chest. Seeing me cum made Ryan fuck me harder. Shortly Ryan was huffing and panting and then let out and low moan as he came inside of me.

In a horny funk I realized that I had just been fucked by another guy and was really digging sex with Ryan. He slid over me for a soft kiss as my cum coated stomach & chest pressed into his. The lovely aroma of my cum and our intermingled sweat wafted around us. With his cock still in me he asked if I would like to take a shower with him. His cock slid out and we wiped the cum from our bodies on his sheets. He led me into the bathroom with Christine's panties hanging all around. We got in the warm shower together and though we had both cum several times in the past few hours my cock was still tingling and it was exciting to be naked in the shower with Ryan.




Bound to Happen



We soaped each other up, especially each other's cock. It was erotic to shower and play with his cock and ass in the shower & we kissed each other passionately. Ryan pulled out a razor and started to shave his balls. Without a word being spoken soon I was shaving mine too. He lathered my pubes and began to razor trim them to about ½". We got out and toweled off and went to his room. He gave me some gym shorts and a tank top to wear and he put on a pair of thin gauze sweat pants but no shirt and we headed out to the kitchen for some coffee & toast.

As we sat on the couch I felt strange being there after a night of incredible sex but I also was captivated by the whole episode. I could hear Christine moving around as we relaxed and had coffee. Ryan smiled at me and rested his hand on my leg. He got up and put on some music and brought the pipe over & asked me if I wanted to get high. Why not, I thought. As we took a few tokes and started getting a buzz Christine walked by into the kitchen. I about freaked cause she was wearing only a pair of dusty pink satin string bikini panties and a skimpy matching camisole. I whispered to Ryan that she was hot & he grinned. He said she's pretty cool about what she wears around his gay friends in the mornings. She walked out into the living room with us and sat in a chair with her cup of tea. Ryan got up and offered her the pipe, which she accepted and got high with us.

Ryan was making small talked and kidded Christine that I thought she was a hottie. She grinned and remarked that was odd since Ryan was usually hitting on her boyfriends not his boyfriends interested in her. Ryan had his hand on my leg and slowly slid it across my cock, making it swell. Then right there in front of Christine he started to kiss me. I got so hard as we breathlessly kissed and felt each other's cocks in front of her. As we broke the kiss Christine smiled and came over to the couch, sitting next to me. She smelled divine as she replaced Ryan's hand on my cock with her own and I was still rubbing his cock. She got up on her knees and her lovely cami covered titties were right there. I took both hands and began to fondle them, they were incredible and I couldn't help it as I lifted the skimpy cami and nuzzled my face in her lovely breasts. By this time Ryan had my shorts down & had my cock in his mouth.

Christine wrapped her arms around my head as I licked & sucked on her splendid titties. She lifted her cami off and shook her long dark hair, shuddering as I renewed my fondling & kissing of her lovely breasts. I dropped my hands down to her fantastic pantied ass, feeling the exquisiteness of such a fine tush, every bit the equal of my girlfriend, Katie. Ryan was totally going to town on my cock, licking up and down the length and plunging his warm, wet mouth in firm, long sucks over my penis. Christine started to kiss me and stuck her tongue in my ear as one of my hands found her panty-sheathed slit. Steadily I fingered her pussy through the silky panties as we kissed. She stood for a second and pulled off her panties and pushed me on my back, climbing on top of me. Her heavenly pussy was trimmed neatly and it was soon grinding into my face as Ryan made love to my cock with his mouth. 

Fuck! I couldn't believe how good it felt to have my cock sucked while I was licking such a luscious, tasty pussy. As Christine danced her pussy on my face and I was reaching up playing with her titties, I started humping my cock faster up into Ryan's horny mouth. Christine was writhing & moaning when my cock just let go & I started cumming into Ryan's mouth, who sucked harder and more enthusiastic as he tasted me start to cum. My face was awash with the fragrant scent of Christine's pussy and my throbbing cock gave its last spurts into Ryan's mouth. Christine slid off my face next to me and reached her face down to kiss me hungrily, tasting her own juices on my face. Ryan then climbed up over me and started kissing me as Christine sat next to us and ran her hand through my hair.

Ryan's hard cock chafed against my spent penis and I reached down to play with his cock. I thought he would fuck me again when he climbed over me and dangled his cock in my face. I hesitated not at all and was soon licking his balls and shaft as he humped it across my face. Hungrily I wrapped my lips around his sweet penis and lovingly began sucking him off as Christine smiled next to us. With Ryan on all fours over me I made love to his cock as it dangled in my face. In slow steady thrust he fed his horny pole into my mouth. It was actually quite a while that I was sucking off my new gay lover when his cock finally began to spurt its horny white honey in my mouth. I was growing fond of the taste of cum and impatiently sucked down all his tasty jizz. His penis felt so good in my mouth & tasted so wonderful that I sucked on it long after it had given me its nectar. Ryan finally slid his cock out of my mouth and nuzzled close to me, giving me a horny kiss. Both Ryan & Christine gave me a 'mmmmmm mmm mmmmmmmmn' as we rose to get dressed.

Wow! What an unexpected night of sex. As I made my way home the scent of Christine was all over my face & the taste of Ryan in my mouth. Drained but elated, I slept all afternoon till I had to pick up Katie at the airport. We went out for dinner and pretty much crashed when we got home. The next morning when Katie was up in the bathroom in front of the mirror, she was wearing her skimpy sleep shirt & a silky pair of string bikini panties. I walked in on her and her sweet little ass looked so enticing I had to reach down and caress a cheek in each hand. Katie started to purr as I felt her soft ass through the silky panties. She leaned back and turned to kissed me as I pressed my growing hard on against her tush and lifted my hands to her delicate & small, yet firm, exquisite titties. Stopping for a moment I shed my boxers to let my naked cock feel her panty covered rear and I reached up under her shirt for a handful of titty in either hand. Katie purred some more as I kissed the back of her neck and her striking, slender shoulders and continued to feel up her titties. 

Katie lifted her shirt up and off as we continued our stimulating encounter. It was thrilling to watch ourselves in the mirror and Katie smiled & rolled her eyes as we watched me fondled her naked titties in the mirror. My cock was so hard pressing against her pantied ass that I dropped my hands from her titties to hold her hips and ground my prick harder against her extraordinary ass. We were both breathing heavy as Katie pulled down her panties letting my cock slide its sensitive underside between the soft cheeks of her ass. I dry humped her like this still holding onto her hips as she played with her own titties. I had played with -- fingering and licking -- her tight little rosebud many times but I really wanted to fuck it now, especially after screwing Ryan on Saturday. Katie just kept purring as I pressed the head of my cock against her tight hole. I thought I was going to cum right there but I knew I would need a little lube if I were going to enter her. We were both possessed with lust and I knelt down and planted my face between her cheeks. My tongue probed deep into her hole while I held tightly to her hips as she squirmed her pleasure at my intrusion. 

This went on for quite some time as I rimmed her tasty, tight hole. The aroma of her pussy was hard to resist and I slid under her as she spread her legs wide so I could lick her pussy from below her. Katie was sobbing moans of pleasure as I ravaged her pussy like this. My cock was throbbing and as I returned my tongue from her succulent pussy to her tight asshole I knew I wanted nothing more than to fuck her in the ass, right there in the bathroom. I ran my cock against her wet crack as I tried to think were any lube might be. I pressed my cock firmly against her as I reached to open the cabinet and was glad to spy some lube handy within reach. I dabbed a smidgen on my finger and inserted it in her hole. Katie danced her ass on my finger but I soon replaced it with my cock head. I held tightly to her hips and slender waist as she amazed me by pushing her ass meeting my thrusting up into her. I slid in easier than I would have imagined but it was oh so tight and oh so horny. 

Her lovely naked titties bounced in the mirror to the rhythm of my thrusts up into her as Katie's tight asshole danced around my penis. We built a luscious, horny tempo and our breathing became heavier, almost gasping in to moans and grunts of pleasure. As I impaled the world's hottest little ass and felt the incredible delight of her soft cheeks press against my pubis and lower front I was lost in a swirling world of sex. I'd had so much sex over at Ryan's that this was merely an extension of my newfound sexual manifestation, a manifestation of horny sex regardless of the gender of my lover. Katie was sobbing and moaning as we continued our wicked fuck and I reached up to fondle her titties from behind as I kissed her shoulders and back of her neck which reeked of lovely feminine aroma and sex charged pheromones. 

I felt my horniness build & Katie was fingering her pussy frantically as I fucked deep and hard up into her ass and persisted in fondling her titties as we watched ourselves fuck in the mirror. Then with tribal grunts we both started cumming and our moans and wails of sexual release reverberated into sonic sexual noise. My cum came blasting up into her tightness and her fingering herself to my humping her ass made us both cum with animal ferocity and sexual screams that I'm sure the neighbors could hear. We pressed into each other and came with an intensity previously unknown to either of us and we both had been sexual animals the whole time together, that was part of our great attraction to each other. 

Our orgasms wore slowly down to a horny warm satiated glow and we stayed joined cock into ass for quite some time pressing into each other till finally my cock started to slide from her chute. I laid my spent, half hard cock along her luscious cheeks and held her tight and kissed her from behind. We were coated in a thin layer of sweat as we went back into bed to embrace and recover from the amazing event. Katie looked me deeply in the eyes as she fondled my spent, glowing cock and whisper "Wow! That was incredible!" she reached between my legs and fingered my hole and continued "I'll have to return the favor to you like that" with an evil grin.

As the week wore on, things got back to normal for me a bit. My interlude with Ryan slowly faded though I admit I was eager & curious to possibly enjoy again the pleasures I did that weekend with him. Katie and I were as frisky as usual and one day we were fooling around naked in glorious arousal in our bed. She was jacking on my cock and really all over me, a bit more aggressive than I could ever remember. This lead to her starting to suck on my cock with very animated and forceful sucks. She was being almost rough with me when she pulled her mouth off of my cock, crawled up to me and kissing me forcefully, as if to let me taste my own cock on her lips. She then in a low voice asked me "like that 'Surfer Boy'? I bet you do". I knew right away she must have found my stash of gay "Surfer Boy" magazines. She could see the terror in my eyes over being busted. She broke the tension by telling me it was OK, that guys always got worked up over looking at girl on girl action - she could have a little fun finding out her boyfriend got turned on by guy on guy photos. 

Katie coaxed me to bring them out and while initially I had lost my hard on over her revelation of my secret by pulling open the luscious gay porn mags my cock got harder than ever as she played with it and we admired the stunning scenes of guys having sex with each other on the beach. I was shaking with excitement as she jacked on my aching cock as we looked at page after page of enchanting naked guys have sex with each other. I played with her titties as she kissed me and then she whispered in my ear "I'd love to see you suck a cock" before sliding back down and engulfing my cock in her mouth. Katie then rubbed her charming titties all over my wet cock as I went wild humping up into them. She reached between my legs and started fingering my tight hole, driving me wild. Getting up she went to the bathroom for a minute & then the nightstand, pulling out a dildo. 

She smiled coyly as she lubed the toy phallus and began poking it between my legs as she played with my cock. I spread my legs wide and lifted my ass up giving her total access to my hole. With determination she worked the toy cock slowly in & out until it was nearly all the way up my tight hole. It felt so good there and the whole scene was so erotic and unexpected that I was gasping for breath as I felt pleasure in my penis and my ass. Katie left the phallus in my ass and climbed up in my face sticking her tasty pussy over my mouth. She ground her yummy slit into my face and the taste and aroma drove me wild as I played with phallus in my ass and jacked on my cock. I reached up and grabbed a handful of titty as I rode the dildo and Katie Rode my face. As Katie leaked her pleasure all over my face I could tell she was cumming with her gasps of breath and the way she enthused her pussy faster & faster against my licking. 

Her moans were again animalistic & agitated and as they subsided a bit she reached back and began playing with my cock. Katie yanked on it fiercely and with me riding the phallus in my ass and the lovely scent of her pussy in my face my cock ached a vigorous ache, as I too was lost in my own world of pleasure. Without much coaxing Katie's soft hand soon produced the desired result as I humped my cock up to the rhythm of her jacking on my cock. My cock exploded fountains of cum all over my stomach as I licked harder into her exquisite slit. I nearly passed out from the pleasure as the orgasm went on forever draining the reservoir of cum in my balls. Finally Katie climbed off & slid beside me as my stomach was awash in huge puddles of cum and we gasped to catch our breath, with the phallus now sliding out of my ass on its own creating another wave of pleasure from the feeling of its expulsion. We were both totally spent and drained yet totally sated in our surprised sexual endeavor. 

We must have dozed off a bit that when we stirred a little I noticed Katie was snuggled against me with her hand on my sticky, spent cock. She looked into my eyes and gave me a knowing shudder of her satisfaction and she began to play with her fingers in the puddles of cum on my stomach. Katie took two fingers and scooped some cum up and lifted it to my lips. I hesitated not at all licking my cum from her fingers as she soon fed me nearly all she could scrape from my belly. She giggled and whispered that she would love to see me lick a cock. After that incredible sexual episode our sex life escalated to new levels of intensity and nearly every time we pulled out the gay surfer mags to stimulate our arousal which was quickly growing into an obsession of bisexual stimulation and a need to get me a cock for Katie to watch me play with. We graduated to watching bi and gay videos as a prelude to astonishing sex, with Katie always whispering to me that she love to see me suck a cock or that we 'had to get me a cock to play with'.

After Katie's let on about the discovery of the Surfer Boy magazines I went one day to an adult bookstore that was on the far side of our neighborhood. I picked up several copies of Surfer Boy and a few more magazines that I thought would be good to bring home for Katie & me to enjoy. The clerk was a slender, very young looking guy with dark hair and soft eyes in wire rimmed glasses. As he saw my selections he smiled pleasantly at me and handed them back to me. In a soft voice he said he got off work in a half an hour and asked me if I would like wait for him at the coffee shop on the corner. I said sure and the buzz from the proposition had me flying with anticipation. I sat in the coffee shop waiting for Jay to arrive and was hard in my pants the entire time just thinking about a possible bisexual encounter. Jay arrived shortly and said he lived in an apartment above the coffee shop.

We entered his apartment and it somewhat took me back in the bizarre nature of its layout. It looked like it had been stripped inside to be refinished and there were framed walls with the wood studs but no drywall on most of the walls. It was painted mainly black but has splotches of green spray paint in spots and the curtains were black and the windows were all spray painted black to seal out the light. Jay explained he was just staying here for a while and that the apartment was his roommate's, a very goth girl named Sunny. Anyway Jay led me straight to his bed which was nothing more than a mattress on a dirty hardwood floor. Without any pretenses we were soon helping each other out of our clothes. As we stood there naked our cocks sprang hard to life and we slid into bed caressing and kissing each other in the affectionate passion of discovering a new lover. 

We pulled on each other's cocks as we caressed and enjoyed the wonder of each other's naked body. He slipped my cock in his mouth and I stretched out in pleasant abandon as this unanticipated bisexual occurrence blossomed. My cock felt so good in his mouth but I wanted to taste his too and I pulled him up to me. We kissed again frantically before he sat with his knees on either side of my face and fed my his rigid, handsome cock. It tasted extraordinary and in my horny bisexual lust I licked and sniffed the shaft as it waved in my face before slipping it back in my mouth and wholeheartedly sucking on it. I played with slender, tight ass as I continued to give him an extended blow job. Jay was moaning and whispering unintelligible words as my cock sucking continued. We got into a rhythm as Jay rocked his sweet cock in & out of my mouth, humping his cock in as I greedily sucked on it. This went on quite some time when his breathing got heavier and his gyrations into my mouth sped up. In a frenzy his cock was piston-ing faster and faster when he let out a low moan and my mouth filled up with blasts of his warm white, tasty jizz.

I sucked him off till he could take it no more and he slid out and next to me. My cock was rock hard from the exhilaration of sucking him off and we held each other and kissed and nuzzled our naked bodies together. My hard cock pressed against him as we kissed & he whispered "make love to me" and spread his legs. He reached for a tube, smeared a dab on his hole and helped guide my cock into his willing hole. I slid my cock in slowly and began a steady pressure going a little deeper with each thrust. His hole was so tight and warm as I humped this sexy young guy and leaned into him to kiss as we made love. We fucked wonderfully like two gay lovers and I gave him my hard cock in long, steady thrusts. Then I started fucking him faster as my horniness took over and before long I was humping frantically as my cock erupted a huge gush of cum up into my newfound boy lover. We stayed joined till my penis slid from his tight warm hole. 

As we were lying there in post sex bliss I had a strange feeling. Looking up I saw there was a guy there watching us. It was Derek, Sunny's boyfriend. Evidently Jay and Derek were lovers too and Sunny almost encouraged it as she was ferociously jealous of other girls but found bisexual activity of her guy rather amusing. Derek was a scrappy unkempt rocker looking guy with dirty blond hair and a pock marked face and was evidently engrossed seeing Jay naked in bed with another guy. He shed his shirt and knelt on the bed opening up his pants. Jay reached up and was almost immediately jacking on the offered cock. Derek pulled his pants down and Jay slipped his cock into his mouth. I reached over and fondled his balls as Jay sucked on Derek's cock. Soon Jay and I were taking turns licking and sucking off Derek. During one of the switches from my mouth to Jay's Derek jacked fiercely on his cock and huge gobs of cum shot out onto our faces & naked bodies.




Bound to Happen



I am what you would call a shy, loner. I've pretty much always been that way. My favorite place has always been curled up on the couch alone with a book. I'm not the girl with the snappy comeback or witty or flirtatious reply. I'm the one that blushes, stammers and looks away while turning bright red. Rather than always looking like a blubbering moron when someone talked to me I adopted a quite, rebellious persona as a teen but have always had moments where I fantasize about being the crazy, outgoing girl dancing in the middle of the street without a care in the world. 

When I was 14 and a sophomore in High school I met Joan. Joan was three years older than me and a senior. To look at us you would have never guessed we would be friends. Joan was outgoing and bubbly, a cheerleader that belonged to about 12 different clubs and loved to shop for the latest fashions. I on the other hand was the quiet girl in the jeans, concert tee, flannel and Doc Martens and was not what you would consider a joiner. Joan was straight laced, never disobeyed her parents and rarely got in trouble. I drank, smoked and partook of the occasional recreational drug. I skipped school and missed curfew so much my mom gave up on tying to enforce either. I never really got into serious trouble but according to many of my friends parents I looked like I did. Joan and I started hanging out a lot. She dragged me out to football games, the mall, parties, etc. It must have been that secret part of me that thought I should be the outgoing girl that enjoyed the outings. With all the practice I was getting in bantering I started slowly coming out of my shell. 

Before the end of her senior year Joan met Jake. Jake was 2 years older than Joan and not really into all of the high school activities that Joan had been dragging me to for the better part of a year. We started hanging out at his or his friends apartments drinking a few beers and BBQing while Jake and his friends worked on their cars. 

About a year later when Joan was in college and I was a Junior in High school we started drifting apart. I thought it was because she was so busy with school and that she didn't have as much time to hang out anymore. I found out differently about 7 or 8 months later when I ran into one of Jakes old friends, Curtis. He let me know that Joan had told everyone that I had been trying to steal Jake away from her. I was shocked. I liked Jake as a person and yes he was gorgeous but, I was actually much closer to some of Jake's friends than I was with Jake. Everyone knew I had a huge crush on one Jake's friends. Curtis said everyone knew it was bull but it didn't really change anything. I left Cutis's house hurt, angry and doubting myself. Had I been annoying and inappropriate and no one wanted to hang out with me anymore? Had I flirted with Jake and not realized it? I never called Joan to confront her about it, as that isn't in my personality instead I buried the hurt and moved on. 

About 6 months later after my conversation with Curtis Jake called me out of the blue. He said Joan was going through a tough time and missed me. He asked if I would call her. I was more than a little irritated that after everything Joan had said about me that Jake was asking ME to call her and patch things up. I told him I had talked to Curtis, I didn't tell him anything we spoke about just "I talked to Curtis". He sighed and said, "I know." No apology, just the sigh. That sigh though spoke volumes. Everyone that knew Joan eventually used the "sigh". She was outgoing and bubbly but also could be confrontational, gossipy, jealous and as I had found out pretty vicious. I told Jake I would think about it. About a few weeks later I broke down and called. Not because I missed Joan, it would still take me quite a while to forgive her enough to like her again, but because I missed everyone else. Joan acted like nothing had happened and we had just lost touch. Rather than hash it out with her by letting her know I knew what she had done and risk my chance to hang out with everyone else again I let gritted my teeth and let it go. 

Right before my 17th birthday I met Thomas. His sister was dating one of Jake's roommates. He stopped by with her one day when she came over. I won't take credit for being the reason he kept coming back to the house at first but I took advantage of it. Thomas was wonderful, sexy, funny outgoing, playful. I had never been so attracted to someone in my whole life. I flirted shamelessly every time he was around. There were silly little squabbles that ended in wrestling matches, pillow fights, dares, accidental brushes and quasi-cuddling on the couches. Finally on New Years Eve during a party at Jakes house I got my first kiss. 

My own flirtations with Thomas seemed to bring something out in Joan. She started flirting with Thomas friends and some of Jakes new friends. She also started getting irritated with everything Jake did and started picking fights with him and his close friends and would then take off with a different bunch of guys leaving me at the house. One of my roles in life has always been "The Mediator", I have no idea how it started or what it is about me that always ends up in this role but I do. As Joan and Jake started fighting I ended up spending more and more time with Jake trying to smooth over Joan's bad behavior or just hanging with him waiting for Thomas. While I had always liked and gotten along very well with Jake I had always been "Joan's friend." During these months that started to change and Jake and I started getting much closer than we ever had. I now considered Jake to be one of my very best friends. Some nights, Joan having left for some reason or another and Thomas not able to show up I would stay at the house with Jake and whoever else was there. We would just have a few beers, watch TV and talk for hours. 

I was 18 and Thomas and I had been dating for about a year and a half. Joan, Jake, Thomas, and I hung out together all the time. One of Jake's friends, Nick, had just gotten a new apartment and his wife had taken their daughter to visit her parents for the weekend. He invited the four of us and two of Joan's friends from college, Tiffany and Sarah, all over to his apartment. Nick was one those friends Jake had known forever and therefore put up with, he could be a pain in the ass and very immature. I was always surprised that he not only made it through boot camp but that they continued to employ him as an MP. When we got to the apartment we all settled into the living room, drinks in hand. Nick, of course, immediately went to turn on the Playstation As the boys played video games we all talked, laughed, and continued drinking. Around 11:00 Thomas reminded me that he needed to get going. Since it was still fairly early Joan said she would take me home later than night. I walked Thomas out to his car and made plans to meet up with him on Sunday.

When I got back into the apartment the drinking games had begun. Joan, being the DD, did not imbibe, but I jumped right in with Nick, Jake, Tiffany and Sarah. During the drinking game Nick brought out his MP handcuffs and started messing around with them. He and Sarah grabbed one of Tiffany's arms and handcuffed her to the table when she said she was trashed and needed to stop playing. After being released Tiffany got her revenge on Sarah, when she got up to use the bathroom. Nick may have been immature but he was also pretty hot so Tiffany and Sarah didn't seem to mind. A little while later Jake and Nick grabbed Joan and handcuffed both of her hands behind her back and threw her on the couch. Jake sat on her and joked that now that his girlfriend was out of the way we could really start having some fun. Joan was not amused and was released fairly quickly. The handcuffs ended up on the kitchen counter after that. 

Around 1:00 Joan started getting her stuff together and telling Sarah and Tiffany that we had to get going. Joan, although 20 by this time, still lived at home while going to school and had a curfew of 2am. We all groaned a bit to have our fun cut short but, Jake and I, used to Joan, started getting our things together. Tiffany and Sarah on the other hand were not ready to go at all. In the end it took about 45 minutes for them to get their stuff together and cajole them into leaving the drinking game. By the time we were finally ready to go Joan's temper was up and she was snapping at everyone. Nick lived about half an hour away from Joan's house and I lived about half an hour out of Joan's way, which was adding to her stress and temper. To try and smooth things out a bit, Nick told her not to worry about me, we would sober up and then he would drive me home. 

We all said our goodbyes and Jake and the girls left. I was a buzzed and a little out of sorts at being left alone to sober up and catch a ride home with Nick. I started helping him clean up the mess we had made and he started bitching about Joan and her constant crappy attitude. While I may have agreed, I was so used to my role as mediator that I started making excuses for Joan and her behavior. This actually seemed to upset Nick more. He heatedly asked me, "How can you constantly defend her? She just left you here with me by yourself just so she isn't late. I'm drunk and could be planning to take advantage of you, but as long as she makes curfew..."

Even though I'd been thinking that myself moments before, I replied, "Oh please, we've known you for years and you're one of Jake's oldest friends. Besides, I think I can handle myself. It's not like I'm 14 anymore."

"Trust me, we know you aren't 14 anymore."

That response didn't do much to make me more comfortable and I could feel my face start to flush. 

He continued, "I know she's your friend but I honestly don't know what you or Jake see in her. We'd all be much happier if he was seeing someone more like you."

I didn't quite know how to respond to that so, in my typical fashion, I ignored it and started picking up the last of the bottles from the table. Nick took the bag from me and started to take it into the kitchen when the front door opened. We both looked up and saw Jake in the door. He looked at me, smiled, rolled his eyes, and shook his head a little in wordless communication, laughing at the exasperation we all often felt with Joan. I smiled back, immensely pleased that Jake had not left me here alone with his friend. 

"What are you doing back here?" I asked, trying to sound nonchalant but, was extremely pleased not to be left on my own. 

Before he could respond, Nick shouted from the kitchen, "Who wants a beer?"

"I thought you were sobering up so you could drive me home," I yelled back.

"I'll take one," said Jake.

I glanced over at Jake, a little surprised and quite pleased that not only did it seem the evening was not quite over, but we could relax and be ourselves now that Joan had gone home. Nick walked out of the kitchen with three beers in his hand. "The night is still young. There's plenty of time to sober up."

We all moved back to the living room to watch TV and talk. I plunked down claiming my territory on one of the always sought after ends of the couch. Jake ended up on the floor leaning back against the middle of the couch while Nick snagged the recliner. I had my legs curled under me for quite a while and extended them out to stretch and get my circulation moving before they fell asleep. As I stretched Jake put his hand under my calf and absently squeezed it while he talked with Nick about some new car part they were both lusting after. After a few squeezes he seemed to pay attention to what he was doing and said, "Nice calf muscles," but didn't release my leg. Once again not quite sure how to respond to such and odd comment, I just said "thanks". 

Nick got up suddenly and said, "I need another beer. You guys want one?" We both said sure and Nick walked over to the kitchen. 

Nick's question seemed to wake Jake out of his reverie and he dropped my calf and asked, "So how are things going with Thomas?" 

"Pretty well," I said. "We've been getting on each others nerves a bit over stupid little things lately, but who doesn't?"

"Yeah, Joan and I get on each other's nerves every once in a while too," he said with a smile. I smiled back and chuckled at the gross understatement.

Nick brought out another beer for each of us and plunked down on the opposite end of the couch. As I started drinking I could feel my buzz starting back up again. I looked over and saw Nick pulling something out from behind his back. "Look what I found on my last trip through the kitchen." He said, looking at me. Dangling from his hands were the handcuffs they had been playing with earlier. I just raised my eyebrows at him. "I seem to remember that you escaped being cuffed to anything tonight," he continued. 

"I seem to remember that neither you or Jake were cuffed to anything tonight, either," I said. "So why don't you two go ahead and play cops and robbers and I'll just sit here and drink my beer."

"I don't think so," he said and lunged at me across the couch. Guessing his intent, I was prepared for him and jumped up out of the way. Stuck in the corner of the room, I knew I needed to get past him into the bigger expanse of the apartment if I wanted to avoid being cuffed to something. 

Nick's missed lunge had him sprawled out on awkwardly on the couch. As he tried to recover I went to jump over Jake's legs, assuming that he would not be an active participant in this. I was wrong. Before I even started to lift my foot to jump over Jake he swiped the back of my knees with his arm, pulling my legs toward his chest. As I began collapsing, his other arm caught me around the waist and used my momentum to swing me to the other side of him and lower me to the floor gently, but very quickly. I let out a surprised squeal at this sneak attack. My quick change from the vertical to the horizontal threw me for a loop, but I recovered quickly and started trying to squirm away. Unfortunately, Jake still had his arm wrapped around both of my knees. As I tried to use my arms to scramble backwards and kick Jake off of my legs he moved. Pulling my legs under him, he straddled my legs pinning them with his own as he let go with his arm. Now looming over me, he grabbed both of my flailing arms at the wrist and pulled me up to a sitting position while at the same time forcing my hands behind my back.

"Got her," he said. "Your turn," he told Nick. 

"Come on guys!" I shouted. "Two against one is so unfair!" 

"Stand her up and I'll put the cuffs on" Nick said

Jake pulled my arms tighter into my back and pulled me into his chest in a big bear hug. He stood, picking me up as he went and then setting me on my feet, arms still caught in his hands and tucked behind my back for easy cuffing. I was surprised at how effortless he made standing up with me in his arms seem. I had seen Jake without his shirt before and marveled at his tight six pack and nicely muscled arms, but it didn't really register how much strength was in them until that moment. Resigned that I had lost the battle and would now have to wear the cuffs for a little while, I gave some token struggles but didn't put in a ton of effort into breaking free. Nick swiftly moved behind me and I felt the cold metal circling my wrist and then tighten as he fitted the cuff, a few seconds later I felt the same treatment to my other wrist. I expected Jake to let go as soon as the cuffs where on but as I felt him start to relax his grip Nick said, "wait, wait, wait I'm not done." 

"What do you mean you're not done?" I said, wondering what more he was planning to do. 

Before I could finish my sentence I felt Jake let go of my wrists, followed by a sharp tug on my cuffs, and accompanied by an exasperated, "What the hell?" from Jake.

"Ow," I said." What was that?" I realized that while Jake had let go of my wrists, his arms were still around me.

"Jackass here just cuffed me to you," Jake said, glaring at Nick, who had a huge grin on his face. 

"Not only did I cuff you to her dude, but I wrapped the separate cuffs you are wearing around hers so no acrobatics are going to get the two of you apart." Nick boasted. "There may be some flaws in my plan as I just created it on the fly while I was in kitchen but I think it will work out fine."

"What plan?" Jake and I said in unison

"My buddy across the way is out of town this weekend. He gave us the key to his apartment so we can feed the cat. I'm going to stay there tonight. You two will have my place all to yourselves."

"Okay great, now give us the keys," Jake said.

"Don't act like you're not loving every minute of this, Jake. I know you too well," Nick said, and I felt Jake tense. "Besides," he continued, "all I'm doing is providing a circumstance. Do with it what you will. You've both been drinking," he said, circling behind my back again. 

Not trusting him, I tried to turn and see what he was doing. Nick was at the TV but his body was blocking what he was doing so I couldn't see. "Perfect," he said, closing the glass cover to the entertainment center and locking it with the key. "Here's your evening's entertainment, should you decide not to create your own." As he stepped away from the TV, I could see that he had changed it to one of the pay-per-view porno channels. Your movie is set to start in 15 minutes."

"Nick, come on now. This isn't funny anymore. Let us go," I said. "You can't leave us stuck like this all night. Uncuff us."

"Don't worry, don't worry. I know I can't leave you like this all night," he said.

"Thank you. Now, if you don't mind taking these things off..." I said, wiggling my hands at him.

"Oh, I'm not taking them off. I'm leaving you the keys so you can take them off."

"Fine, give me the keys," Jake said.

"Right, like I'd go to all this trouble and say 'here your go, you can unlock yourself now.'"

"What the hell does that mean?" Jake said.

"It means I'll leave you the keys, you just have to get them," replied Nick, dangling a key hanging from a short ribbon between Jake and me.

"Fine," I said and tried to grab the dangling key with my mouth.

"Ah, ah, ah," Nick said. "Not that easy."

"Then how do we get them?" I asked.

"Oh, I'm so glad you asked! This key right here..." he said, wiggling it between us again. "... is the key to Jake's cuffs. And this key right here..." he said, producing another almost identical key hanging from a ribbon, "... is the key to your cuffs, kitten. The key to Jake's cuffs can be found...." 

He slowly started lowering the key between us. I noticed the key seemed to be falling closer and closer towards my cleavage.

"Don't you dare," I told him, starting to move away from him and dragging a surprisingly quiet Jake with me. 

Before I moved even two inches I felt a hand at my back shove me forward. As I stumbled into Jake he had nowhere to go and fell onto the couch, dragging me with him. 

Without much room for me to squirm away, Nick leaned down and whispered in my ear, "Oh, I dare," as the key came to rest directly between my breasts. "Actually, that still seems too easy," he said and reached out to unbutton the first and then the second buttons of my shirt.

"Nick! Stop! What the hell are you doing? Stop!" I shouted.

He just continued working his way down my shirt until all the buttons were completely undone. He pulled apart each side of my shirt, baring my black lace bra to both his and Jake's eyes and whistled.

"Holy shit, kitten! I knew you'd grown up but I didn't know you had such a tight little body hiding under all those clothes. And you've been so obliging with a front-clasp bra too. How convenient," Nick said. 

I pushed myself up against Jake and buried my head in his shoulder trying to hide from both of them. I felt Nick stroke a hand down my long auburn hair, ending right below my bra strap. I felt a tug as he picked up the ends of my hair. Another tug and my hair grew taut against my scalp. A final tug pulled my head back away from Jake's shoulder. Nick was wrapping my hair around his hand, reeling my head back. As I felt his hand reach my scalp, he gently but firmly pulled my head backward, tugging until I was looking up at him. 




Bound to Happen



Nick ran his hand slowly over my collarbone and down over the top of my breast. Before I could utter a shocked exclamation he grabbed my breast and moved it, placing the key securely underneath where my skin held it in place. Shock must have delayed Jake's reaction as well, but seeing Nick actually touch me snapped him out of it. He literally started growling at Nick the second his hand touched my breast. Ignoring him, Nick gave me a quick kiss on the lips and said, "Now that wasn't so bad, was it?" Releasing my hair, he continued. "One key down, and the next one goes..." I could feel his fingers tracing the waistband at the back of my jeans. 

Pulled out of my shock at the feel of his fingers on me again, I screamed: "Don't you fucking dare Nick!"

"Touch her again like you just did, Nick, and you're dead," Jake said, very evenly. "Finish your game and get the hell out."

"Fine," Nick said on a sigh. I felt him pull back the waistband of my jeans and panties and a moment later felt the cold key slide down over my ass and land in the crotch of my panties. "SCORE!" Nick shouted.

"God, you are such an asshole!" I yelled, shaking with shock and embarrassment. Things like this did not happen to me. I was the shy one! I did not straddle my friends' laps, shirt wide open, while another friend plays "hide the key"!

"Either uncuff us or get out now, Nick." Jake said. Characteristically, he didn't shout, but his voice was like ice.

"Uncuff you?" Nick said sarcastically. "Oh, you want me to fish the keys out? I didn't really plan for this, but I'll admit this is totally turning me on. Say the word and I'll get them back myself."

Not that it was necessary, but I started pushing into Jake's chest again making sure I conveyed that Nick getting the keys back was so not okay.

"Out," was all Jake said.

"I'm gone. See you kiddies in the morning." Nick said, walking out the door. A moment later we heard the locks turn.

I looked up into Jakes face. He was already looking at me.

"Is this for real?"

"Yeah," he said. "I think it is."

"This can not be happening," I said. No sooner had I uttered the words than I heard the porno intro music start. "Perfect. I don't think a more awkward situation could possibly exist. 

I started chewing on my lips trying to think of how we were going to get out of this. "We could try to call Thomas." I said.

"You really want him to walk in and see this?" Jake asked. "It's your call, but if I was him and I walked in on this, I wouldn't care how you got into it, I'd just be pissed. I know I'm not calling Joan."

"God, you're right." I moaned.

By now the porno had started and I could feel my face flaming with embarrassment. Heads turned away from each other, neither of us spoke for a few minutes, not quite knowing what to do. Our silence was filled with the moaning, slurping and slapping of flesh from the movie. From my position on Jake's lap I could feel that he was noticing the movie as well.

Minutes passed before we started calling out possible solutions. After discussing and dismissing several ideas, including calling the police or Nick's wife (both of which were decided against because Joan and Thomas would find out), and a rather delusional discussion of finding a hack saw to cut through the cuffs, I started losing feeling in my wrists, and my shoulders began to ache from our awkward position. The weight of Jake's hands attached to my cuffs was making my cuffs dig into my wrists and add strain on my shoulders. Feeling defeated and sore, I said, "Well we can't stay like this all night so let's just get the first damn key so we can get you uncuffed, and then I'll get the second key out myself." 

"Are you sure?" Jake said

"No, I'm not sure, but we haven't been able to come up with anything else and there's no way I can stay like this all night. So, lets try to think of the least-humiliating way of doing this." I took a deep breath. "Okay...can you use your teeth on the middle part and pull a little? It should just fall out."

Jake looked and me and nodded. I could feel him stir under me. The situation, the sounds from the T.V. behind me, and the fact that this seemed to be turning Jake on was actually starting to turn me on a little, too. I squirmed back a little on his lap, trying to give him more room. Jake let out a faint but audible groan.

"Sorry" I said.

"Don't worry about it," he said. "Lean back against my arms and arch your back a little to give me some room."

I could feel his arms wrapping tight around my lower back once again. Nervously, I leaned backwards a bit over his arms. I felt his arms crawling up my back, pulling my breasts toward his mouth as he leaned forward. Heart hammering, my breathing sped up. I felt the scrape of his teeth and the brush of his lips as he tried to bite my bra in the center without biting me. It was a little difficult due to the underwire, but after a few tries he got it and started pulling it way from my chest. I leaned forward a bit thinking it should just fall out. When it didn't I started gently bouncing, trying to dislodge the key that was now stuck to my skin without dislodging Jake's teeth. After the third or forth bounce, Jake let go of my bra and pulled me close so my chest was pressed to his, his face buried in my neck and hair.

Breathing hard he said, "Just give me a minute and I'll be fine. Sorry. Shit, I can't take much more of that."

"Feels like you can to me," I said with a bit of a wiggle. "Oh my God! I don't know what's wrong with me! Forget I said that!" I could feel my whole body turning bright red. 

Jake pushed me back and looked at me. I was mortified but looked him back in the eyes. I felt his arms close around me again this time pulling me even closer to him. His face came closer, stopping inches from mine. I didn't move. I didn't breathe. My heart was hammering.

"Are you sure you didn't mean it?" he said, oh so softly, while staring at my lips.

I opened my mouth to reply but nothing came out.

He looked me in the eyes again and slowly brought his lips to mine. A tentative brush of lips and he pulled back looked at me again. I was still speechless. He came back again, giving me time to stop him. This time the kiss was still soft and sweet, but firm. I felt his tongue trace my lower lip and I opened my mouth a bit in response. Jake took my silent invitation and dove in, crushing me to him once again, our mouths feasting on each other. Somehow we ended up listing further and further to the side until Jake rolled me under him, his legs settling in between mine once again. I felt him grind against me and moaned. 

The sensations and my own moan startled me a bit and brought home the situation I was in. I was the first to pull back. With the release of my lips Jake started nibbling his way down my neck.

"Jake, wait - stop. We have to stop. This isn't right." I said breathlessly.

Jake stopped nibbling and rested his forehead against mine, taking a few deep breaths.

"I know it isn't," he said. "But honestly, I don't think I want the key back yet. Nick may be an asshole, but he was right - I am loving this." 

I had no idea what to say. I was completely confused, utterly mortified, and absolutely turned on. I don't think my heart had had this much of a workout since I played soccer in junior high. I stammered, "Jake, I..."

He sighed, "Alright, let's get back to the key." 

He moved himself down my body so he was in position to start attacking my bra again. 

"Where did he put it, again?" Jake asked. "I forgot. Was it here?" He said, lightly tracing my left breast through my bra with his tongue. 

I squeaked and sucked in a breath. 

"Nope, don't feel it there. Must be on this side," he said, repeating the process on my right breast. When he bumped into the key he said, "Oh, here it is." 

By this time I was biting my lips and had my hands curled into fists to keep myself from moaning.

"We're here to get the key, right?" He said. "So let's just get it." I felt his teeth on the closure of my bra once again. However this time, rather than getting a grip on it, he was actually trying to open the clasp. 

"Wait! Jake!" I cried. Too late: my bra clasp popped open. The cups were still pretty much in place, but only for a moment before Jake grasped one in his teeth and flung it to the side. Then he repeated the process on the other side, baring my breasts for his viewing pleasure... and look he did.

"I forgot what side it was on again." Jake murmured by way of explanation.

The key was actually still stuck under my breast. Jake used his teeth and tongue to gently pry the key away and then pulled back, key dangling from his teeth by the ribbon. Leaning to the side, he dropped the key on the couch as close to our hands as he could get. Moving back, he took one arm and pulled it securely against my lower back, lifting me up and over towards the key laying on the couch. 

"I got it," he said. 

He pulled us back into our original seated position with me on his lap, giving him better access to unlock the cuffs. I was extremely self-conscious to be sitting once again on my friend's boyfriend's lap with his arousal evident, my bra and shirt wide open, and the knowledge that said friend's boyfriend had no desire to put a halt to the evening's games. 

'Did you get it? Do you need help?" I asked. Jake's gaze was directed on some point on the wall behind me as he concentrated on opening the cuff. 

"No, I got it," he said.

I tried to keep my hands out of his way and finally felt the pressure on my cuffs slacken, signaling that he had at least one hand free. A few seconds later I felt all of the weight from Jake's hands lift and I breathed a sigh of relief. I felt his hands move to my bare waist and I looked up to find Jake looking at me, not saying anything. 

Nervous, I asked, "Would you mind pulling my bra back together?" Jake complied, the backs of his hands dragging across each nipple as he brought the cups back into place.

"Thanks," I said, pulling back and struggling to stand. Rather than just steadying my arms so I didn't do a face plant into his chest, Jake once again wrapped his arms around my waist and stood, lifting me up and then lowering me slowly back down his body until my feet touched the floor. Jake's arms lingered a moment longer than necessary and then his hands dropped to my waist. I backed away a few steps, putting some space between us and trying to calm down a bit. Looking down, I asked, "Umm... If you can...umm... help me out and unsnap and unzip my jeans, I think I can get the second key out on my own in the bathroom." 

Silently, Jake reached out and hooked his hand into the front of my jeans. My eyes flew up to meet his as he started slowly tugging me back towards him until I bumped up against his chest. Keeping his gaze on mine, he unbuttoned the top button of my jeans and slowly pulled the zipper down. 

"Thanks," I muttered, already on my way to the bathroom.

Closing the door behind me, I leaned back against it, my head reeling. Still a little buzzed, a whole lot excited, majorly confused, and guilt-ridden, I decided that dissecting the evening could wait. Figuring out how to get out of this situation was the pressing issue. On the heels of that decision was the realization that I had no idea how to get the key. I tried reaching my hands down the back of my jeans as far as they could go to see if I could reach. With no luck, I next tried pulling down my jeans a bit. I managed to get them down to the bottom of my ass, but no further. I tried jumping, wiggling, and I put my leg on the counter and tried to shake it loose that way. Nothing worked. 

Cursing my boy-cut panties and wishing I had worn a thong today, I was ready to scream in frustration. I looked at myself in the mirror. My brown eyes were wide and glistening with tears of frustration, face flushed, lips plump from the recent make-out session, hair tousled. My short sleeve button-up shirt was wide open, revealing my 34C breasts and flat stomach. My breasts were thrust out provocatively due to the position of my hands behind my back and my black underwire bra. My low-rise jeans were pulled down even further barely hanging onto my hips and showing a triangle of my matching black lace panties. I took a few deep breaths to steady myself. I was going to have to suck it up and call Thomas or get Jake to help me. I pulled my pants back up over my ass, managed to open the door back up and walked out to the living room, head down, trying not to cry, embarrassed beyond belief, and still frantically trying to figure out what to do. 

Jake was still standing where I left him, but his eyes were on the T.V. 

"No luck, huh?" he said. 

"No, I couldn't get it. I think I need to call Thomas after all."

Jake closed the gap between us in one step. He hooked his finger under my chin, lifting my face to meet his eyes, his other hand coming to rest on my waist. Looking down at me he said quietly, "No, you don't." 

I felt his fingers move to my back and begin to slide under the waistband of my jeans where Nick had dropped the key. 

"It's not there anymore." I whispered. "It's moved forward."

His hands stilled for a moment and then pulled out of my waistband. The hand that had been holding my chin dropped down to the small of my back. His other hand moved from my back to my front, caressing my waist as he went. The palm of his hand pressed up against the flat of my stomach right below my belly button. His hand slid slowly down under the top of my panties. Once again I could feel my heart beating out of control, the whole situation overloading me with emotions. I was turned on beyond belief. I vacillated wildly between guilt and excitement, with a lot of embarrassment thrown in for good measure. Jake's hand slowly crept further down, first his fingers and then his palm sliding over me. As his fingers began to slide past the lips of my pussy, I felt him pause. 

"Well, well," Jake murmured, a small smile on his face. 

To my utter mortification, Jake had noticed that my pussy was sopping wet, and he hadn't pretended not to notice as I had hoped. I dropped my forehead to his chest, refusing to look at him. His hand continued its descent, finally reaching the lining of my panties. The heel of his palm was pressed tightly against my clit as his fingers searched for the key. 

"Got it," he said, his fingers curling around the ribbon. As his fingers curled up they broke past my pussy lips, causing me to gasp. His hand stilled. Then, like lightning, his other arm that had been holding me steady moved up and over my cuffed arms until his hand was grasping the back of my head. He pulled my head towards him firmly and I got out a quick gasp before our lips met once again. The moment our lips touched, all thought fled and I just felt, sinking into his kiss. I felt his fingers begin to caress up and down the lips of my pussy, one finger finally pushing through to enter me. I moaned and felt my knees go weak. Jake moved his hand back from my head to my lower back, pulling me tightly to him. His fingers continued to tease my pussy, driving me wild. 

I was lightheaded from the kisses and the alcohol as Jake slowly spun us backward until I bumped into the wall. As soon as we hit the wall his hand lowered to the back of my thigh, pulling my leg up and around his waist. I felt a second finger begin to work its way in to join the first, both fingers plunging into me faster and harder. My leg around Jake's waist pulled him in even closer. As his fingers dove in and out his thumb stroked my swollen clit in fast circles, his mouth latched to mine, catching my cries. I could feel the pressure building low in my stomach, as my climax approached. Jake's mouth left mine and travelled down the side of my neck and then back up to my ear lobe. I could hear and feel his rapid breath in my ear. He sucked my ear lobe into his mouth and then gently bit it, sending me over the edge. I screamed my release, Jake's mouth clamping once again over mine, muffling the sound. My body quaked as his fingers continued, forcing my orgasm to go on and on. My knee buckled and Jake pushed me more firmly into the wall, using his body and the hand under my thigh to hold me up.

"Uh ma gwd! Uh ma gwd!" I moaned into Jake's mouth over and over again.

A moment before I was going to start begging him to stop, I felt his hand finally still and leave my panties. He stooped down, grabbing my other leg, and pulled it to his waist. Both legs wrapped around him, Jake put one hand on my ass and one on my back and lifted me up. Utterly boneless from the mind-numbing pleasure, I dropped my head to his shoulder while he carried me back to the living room and sat me on the edge of the couch. He pushed me back so I was lying on the couch with only my head and shoulders reaching the back cushions. He knelt down between my legs and we watched each other as, his gaze never leaving mine, he tugged on the waist of my jeans. I lifted my ass from the couch so he could pull them down and off. He left my panties on and gently ran a finger along the outside over my sensitive pussy until he found the key once again. 

"I didn't want to lose this so I thought I would leave it here for safekeeping," he said, slowly sliding a finger under the side of my panties, hooking the key, and slowly pulling it out. He held it up to my gaze, dangling it by the ribbon.

"It's all wet," he said. "I'd better clean this off before it rusts." I watched, mesmerized, as he brought the key to his mouth and licked first one, then the other side of the key. He leaned forward and put a hand at the back of my neck, pulling me back up to a seated position and kissed me. His hands stroked down my arms toward my restraints and then paused. I didn't think anything of it until they started back up and, upon reaching my shoulders, started pulling my shirt down my arms. I felt my bra strap give way seconds later.

"Jake? What are you doing?" I said as he pulled my bra back once again. "What about the cuffs?" 

He gazed down at my breasts for a moment, looking at the red intention made by the key earlier. "I wanted to kiss this and make it better when I saw it," he said. There was a pause, and then, "I'll unlock you later." 

His comments sent a zing of naughty excitement through me, but my guilt had retuned as well. 

"Jake! Wait! No, this has gone way too far already! We can't do this."

Completely ignoring me, he lowered his head and I felt his tongue caress the spot that the key had left, and then he kissed it. His lips and tongue moved from there to my nipple, causing me to gasp. 

"Jake!" I cried, a little breathlessly, unsure if I was crying for him to stop or begging him to continue.

His tongue moved in circles over my nipple, getting smaller and smaller, until he finally reached the peak and nipped at me before finally sucking the whole thing into his mouth. I moaned and arched my back, thrusting my breast more firmly to him. He moved to my other breast and repeated the process, pinching, licking, and sucking. He began kissing his way down my stomach, making his way to my navel where he stuck his tongue in, making me giggle. He looked up at me, smiled a killer smile, and slowly stood. Backing away a few steps, he reached up over his head and hung my key on the ceiling fan.

"What are you doing?" I asked.

"What does it look like?" He said. Walking back towards me, he pulled his shirt off, revealing the sculpted chest and washboard abs I had admired more than once. 

"But I thought you were going to unlock me." 

Coming to a stop in front of me, he began unbuttoning his jeans and lowering his zipper, letting his jeans drop to the floor. "Like I said, later."

Fascinated, I watched as, clad only in his boxer-briefs, he began to peel them down as well. I thought after feeling that bulge under me that I was fairly well prepared for what he was about to reveal, but I was shocked when his cock finally sprang free. About 8 inches long and deliciously thick, the head already glistened with a drop of pre-cum. I felt every muscle in my body clench in anticipation, imagining how it would fill my pussy. 




Bound to Happen



I sat up straighter and leaned forward, my tongue darting out to lick the pre-cum from the tip. His hand came down, stroking the side of my head and pulling my hair back away from my face. Tilting my head back slightly so I could watch his reaction, I licked my lips and then gently licked the head again. His eyes closed briefly and then he looked down at me with a small smile. I smiled back and sucked the tip in, swirling my tongue under the lip of the head. Stretching my mouth to accommodate his girth, I sucked in another few inches then backed off and repeated the process, not able to quite manage the whole thing. He moaned and his hand tightened in my hair, holding my head still as his hips began to slowly pump his cock in and out of my mouth. I pulled back, breathing heavily. "You know this would work better if I had my hands right?"

"Trust me, this is working just fine," he said.

I slowly sucked him back in, letting my teeth lightly scrape over the head. His hips pumped back and forth, pushing his cock a little further into my mouth each time. Just as he finally worked his way to the back of my throat, he groaned and pulled out.

"Fuck!"

Hand fisted in my hair, he pulled my head back roughly and swooped down for a fierce kiss. Kneeling between my legs, his lips quickly moved onto my neck and then down to my collarbone as he pulled my head back further and bent me over his arm at my back. When he reached my breast he gentled, slowly circling the nipple with his tongue before nipping at me harder than before. I gasped and he immediately soothed the sting with his tongue, sucking my nipple into his mouth. He moved on to my other breast, repeating the process. His mouth left my breast and moved back up to my neck, finally ending with a luscious kiss that had my toes curling. Letting go of my hair and taking his arm from behind me, he laid me back, my head and shoulders cushioned by the back of the couch again. He kissed his way back to my breasts, his hands lightly trailing down further across my stomach, followed closely behind by his lips and tongue. 

When his hands reached the top of my panties, my heart skipped a beat. He lightly stroked the inside of my thighs, giving me chills, before squeezing them gently and spreading my legs further apart. His fingers moved to stroke my pussy through my already-drenched panties. He tore his gaze from my panties and looked up at me, watching my reaction as his fingers slipped under the seam, tracing my swollen pussy lips before dipping between. I gasped, slightly lifting my hips from the couch. He pulled his fingers out and brought them to his mouth to lick his fingers.

"I've dreamt of doing this," he said, watching me.

"Since when?" I said with a smile, thinking he meant for the past half-hour or so.

"I've wanted you since you were 16, but I've dreamt of doing this to you since the first time I heard you and Thomas fucking in the front room while everyone else was sleeping." 

"What?" I said. "I had no idea. You never said anything." 

"I know," he said. "First you were too young, then you were with Thomas. But I do have to say, you seem to be the only one who didn't know."

To say I was shocked was an understatement. In a completely uncharacteristic move, I lifted my hips and told him, "Well, here's your chance." 

He peeled my panties down and I pulled first one leg and then the other out. Taking my knees in his hands he spread my legs wide, putting my feet on the cushions of the couch. I had only ever been with Thomas and, though we had experimented quite a bit, I was extremely self-conscious being displayed this fully, despite my bold invitation. My legs tried to close but Jake held them wide for his gaze and then slowly lowered his head. I felt his tongue lightly lick its way up between my pussy lips until he reached my clit. He gave it a quick kiss and then started back at the bottom, repeating the process, delving in a little deeper with each pass.

" Ohhhh, God," I moaned.

One of Jake's hands moved from my knee. A moment later I felt his two fingers penetrate my sensitized pussy and spread wide inside me. Jake sucked on my pussy lips one more time before attaching his mouth to my clit and sucking. The feeling of his fingers stretching inside me, driving in and out, and the suction on my clit drove me over the edge quickly, and I exploded into one of the most intense orgasms I'd ever had. Jake didn't let up, his fingers still pulsing in me and mouth still attached. I writhed under him, trying unsuccessfully to get away. His fingers curled up inside me and found my G-spot, stroking me into yet another orgasm. My third? Fourth? 

"Oh God oh God oh God! Please! Oh God! Please fuck me!" I screamed, bucking against his face and trying to get away from the onslaught of sensations.

Jake finally took pity on me and stopped, pulling his fingers from my now sopping pussy, and raised up on his knees between my legs. He took his dick in his hand, rubbing it up and down my pussy before finally, finally pushing the head into me. Just the head of his cock was so much bigger than I was used to that I could feel it stretching me. He started pushing in slowly, giving me time to adjust and accommodate him.

"God, you're so tight," he groaned. I could see the cords on his neck standing out from the strain of moving so slowly. I arched my back in pleasure, my head driving into the couch cushions. "More," I moaned. 

His arm snaked under my arched back and pulled me tight to him as he drove the rest of his length into me. 

"Ahhh! Yes!" I screamed.

He held still for a moment, completely embedded in me, his head back, eyes closed. He looked down at me and bent down for a tender kiss. He began moving in me again, pulling in and out and moving faster and harder as his kiss grew more and more passionate. My legs were wrapped around him, pulling him into me harder. He took my legs from behind his back and pushed them back toward me, giving him better access to drive into me even further.

"Mmmm! Oh!" I cried. My overly sensitive pussy had never felt so full and it didn't take much for him to bring me to orgasm. "I'm cumming! I'm cumming!" 

He slowed as my pussy clenched him in an orgasm and then pulled out. My head was still swimming as he picked me up and turned to sit on the couch, bringing me down onto his lap facing him. I felt his cock push into me again, impaling me. He grabbed the back of my head and kissed me as he moved his hips, encouraging me to ride him. I started to move slowly up and down, savoring the feel of him stretching me so fully. I pulled my lips from him and, breathing heavily, I closed my eyes and threw back my head as I began to move faster and faster. Jake pulled me to him, taking my nipple into his mouth as he slid himself down on the couch. His change in position gave him the leverage to slam into me, matching my thrusts with his own. 

"Shit, shit, shit," he groaned, holding me tightly against him as he came inside me. 

I collapsed against him, my head nestled into his shoulder. We sat that way for several minutes, recovering. Jake's hands moved to my legs, pulling them around his waist. He stood, picking me up with his, his cock still buried deep within me as he walked over to the chandelier and reached up to retrieve the key to my cuffs. 

"It would have been easier to leave me on the couch," I teased.

"I wasn't ready to let you go yet, but your arms must be sore," he said as he sat back down with me on his lap.

After a bit of fumbling with the lock I felt the cuffs give way, releasing first one wrist and then the other. I moaned as my arms fell to my sides, my shoulders screaming as they were finally released. As I brought my wrists up I could see they were raw and would probably be bruised. Jake massaged my shoulders and kissed my wrists. Picking up the cuffs and dangling them from one finger, he said, "I'll just hold onto these for next time."



Bound to Happen



Charlotte was a passionate girl who loved many things. She was an artist by trade and at only the age of 23 was managing to get-by comfortably on her own. She loved her art, travelling, fashion and her friends. But it seemed to her there was one thing she loved above all else: sex and all things erotic. She was an avid porn watcher; she was well-practiced in sex and had even been involved in a few threesomes. She often felt she was hornier than most other girls and was never ashamed to talk about sex, kink, and her experiences with whoever had the courage to bring the topic up.

She stood only 5'5" but her presence was so much more than that. She was confident and exuberant and always straight-forward. Often time when she mentioned her height to people they would make remarks like "wow! I thought you were so much taller than that!" Her dark hair fell naturally in waves and framed her thin face. Her green eyes were as piercing as her personality was and many men pined for her affections. In fact, many men received her affections -- sexually, anyway. She seldom had a boyfriend.

On this particular night she left her house in a rather unusual outfit, even by her standards. She had been chatting online with a handsome young man who was extremely sexually compatible with her. They had been on dates in the last three weeks and in that time had sex eight times. Or was it nine? She hadn't kept count but they were quickly learning each other's fantasies and fetishes and both were keen to fulfill one another's. It was for this reason that Charlotte left her house and walked the 12 blocks to get to Michael's house in her black-lack lingerie, heels and a black ¾ length overcoat. Her hair was tied back loosely in a ponytail because she thought he may want something to grab on to. She and Michael adored rough sex.

As she walked through the warm night air she made a list of things her and Michael had already done together: She had shown him just how deep she could suck a cock and impressed him when she begged for his cum on her face, she had taken his oversized cock in her ass twice, they had fucked in ever position, they fucked on the floor, he handcuffed her and spanked her bare ass, and just two days ago Michael put a butt plug in her ass while he fucked her pussy. Charlotte had been involved in a MFM threesome where she was DP'd in the past and she told Michael about it in detail -- they planned to arrange something similar soon.

She paused for a moment shocked at the fact that she was imagining future plans with this man. She felt no panic, no doubt and no insecurity. She smiled to herself and indulged in the thoughts of things to come.

Michael met her half way and they walked together aimlessly while chatting. It had been late when they agreed to meet and it was already 12:30 when they found themselves a 20 minute walk from either of their homes and stopped to kiss in a park. Although the area they had strolled through was urban originally they were now in a more secluded area where the single lamp-post was ignored and out of service. Charlotte whispered in Michael's ear a hint at what was under her jacket and with a smile on his face Michael unbuttoned the front and stared in awe at the beauty that stood before him. His new love affair was barely dressed beneath her coat wearing only see-through underwear that untied at the sides, a garter belt with straps that attached to her thigh-high stockings and a sheer black bra that barely contained her perky B-cup tits.

Michael reached his arms into her jacket and pulled her close to kiss her once more and to demonstrate his appreciation for this gesture by rubbing his bulging crotch against her. They both looked around and thought the same though and as Michael pulled her jacket from her exposed body she said out loud, "It's a Wednesday in the middle of the night... I think we could get away with a lot here".

Michael loved how similar they thought and roughly pushed her body downward so that she knelt before him. "Take it out and show me what you love." Charlotte obeyed and looked up into his eyes as she unzipped his pants, reached in and pulled his hard cock out. It stuck 8 inches out from his body and throbbed thick in her hands. She was ecstatic with this recent catch and she intended to have a lot of fun with it. "Tell me what you want." Michael loved hearing her talk dirty and loved even more commanding her to do so.

"I want this big cock," she paused to kiss the side of it, "in my mouth."

She licked the sides of his massive shaft and teased his cock head. She was putting on a show for him and teasing him slightly. Normally Michael loved this but at this particular moment he wanted her to act like a total slut. Like a filthy porn-star whore. She had done so a few times in his house and it drove him wild. "Spit on it, slut!"

Charlotte clued in and immediately changed her role to suit his fantasy -- it suited hers as well. She felt like a slut holding this big cock in front of her face while practically naked in a public park. Charlotte spent the next 5 minutes deepthroating and choking on his cock and begging for him to fuck her face harder and to call her a whore.

Michael did as she asked and called her every demeaning name he could while he forced every inch of his manhood inside her face. This still wasn't enough. He pulled her to her feet and grabbed her jacket from the ground and led her to a spot that was clear of any rocks and bushes so he could get her on thr ground and fuck her hard. As he threw down the jacket it landed with an odd metallic noise and he paused to look curiously at Charlotte. "Grab them." She nodded towards the jacket. He reached into a pocket and found her handcuffs -- a pair she was particularly proud of. They were as high-quality as police issue and if you wanted them to they could bite into your wrists hard. Michael smiled as he grabbed her wrists to cuff her hands behind her back. He stopped a moment before doing so when he spotted a metal loop protruding from the ground barely within eyesight in the darkness. He quickly got her on to her knees and put the cuffs though the loop and around her wrists. Her pussy was soaking wet at this point. She figured the loop was some part of an old construction job, or perhaps for something new. Either way, it felt secure and she loved feeling helpless and trapped.

Michael pulled her by her hips as far from where her hands were restrained so that she had to keep her face nearly on the grass. He told her to keep her ass up in the air as he untied the panties at each side and literally tossed them aside. He spanked her pale ass on the left side and she gasped from the sting. "Oh, yes! Spank me harder! I'm a nasty little slut!"

Michael spanked her harder and the slap noise echoed slightly through the park. "Yes you are. You're a fucking dirty bitch and after I spank your ass red I'm going to fuck your pussy and asshole till I'm satisfied with you." She moaned and begged in compliance adding that she was helpless to his every desire. They spent the next 15 minutes confident in their roles -- Michael the sadistic, perverted man and Charlotte the helpless, cock-addicted whore. It wasn't until Michael had filled her ass with his cum and sat down to catch his breath that Charlotte asked him to undo her cuffs. 

Michael searched every pocket thoroughly to no avail. Panic set in as he began scanning the dark earth looking in vain for the tiny key to Charlotte's freedom. "Fuck! FUCK! I'm a fucking idiot!! I left the fucking key at your house! That's why I brought these open the way I did! FUCK! What the fuck will we do?!" In desperation Michael tried to pull at the steel loop that held her firmly to the ground and it didn't budge. 

"OK" Michael finally spoke up as he tucked his cock back in his pants and zipped up. He was now fully clothed and the contrast of it to Charlotte's naked body made their situation even clearer. "I will run to my house for the key. No one is here! No one will be! I can literally run their and back in 30 minutes!" He stared with a panic expression at Charlotte and waited for her reply. She lifted her head up from her elbow and, to Michael's surprise, laughed.

"How fucking insane is this?" she laughed again as she reflected on the situation. "This will be a hell of a story... Ok, go. But be quick, ok? It's creepy here alone." She laughed again and her laughter made Michael feel at ease. He smiled back at her and cracked a joke, "OK! Don't go anywhere, you little whore." They both laughed as Michael sprinted away.

Charlotte could hear nothing around her although she did feel suddenly exposed. "Why the fuck didn't I tell him to at least put my underwear back on?" again she laughed and dropped her face into her elbows. Her ass was still up high in the air and her arms stretched. She was comfortable in this position plus it entertained her to be cuffed here alone in the dark, hot cum slowly leaking from her asshole and down her wet pussy. She felt like some sort of sexual crime victim and that was one of her darker fantasies. However, the thought right now of a stranger coming to her out of the dark was scary. While she was in an extremely aroused state there was no denying how vulnerable she was.

It was less than a minute that Michael had sprinted out of sight that she heard movement in the bushes. She wasn't able to turn her body to see what or who was approaching when rough hands grabbed her naked hips. She opened her mouth to scream but a second pair grabbed her face and prevented a single noise from escaping her lips. "Don't scream. Charlotte? Charlotte Anslatt? Is that you?"

Puzzled and horrified she shook her head in agreement. She was sort of relieved because she hoped it was someone she knew, maybe someone who could protect her. She was still held firmly so she couldn't turn her head to see anyone's face behind her or at her sides. Her relifed evaporated when the hands on her hips began massaging her sore ass cheeks. "Charlotte, that was quite the show you put on. I never knew an artist like you could be such a fucking whore. You know I'm a fan? I'd like to show you just how much I appreciate your work... Now if I heard correctly we have 30 minutes with you. Be a good girl for me."

She began bucking her body wildly and trying to kick the man behind her. She wanted to scream for help and swear at the two men but his grip was painfully strong and growing tighter. The man behind her pushed her violently to the ground so she was laying flat on her stomach, winded. The man holding her face grabbed the convenient pony-tail and pulled her head back hard. "Try to fight again and you'll get fucking hurt, bitch. Moan for me like a good slut and I promise you'll have lots of fun. Afterall, you like being helpless, don't you?" The man turned and nodded to his friend who was already holding his engorged manhood in his hand. The man used his legs to spread hers and without mercy he lined his cock up with her used asshole and entered his full 6 inches in one thrust. 

Charlotte's body stiffened and spasmed as he assaulted her poor asshole. She screamed into the palm of the man at her side as he smiled at his petite victim. She wasn't fighting it or in particular pain, nothing unbearable anyway, but she was in shock. She stopped screaming and shaking and just laid there completely submitted to her fate. The man who was fucking her ass slowed his pace and spoke up, "Dude, you said she would love this... I don't want to be a criminal..."

His friend released his grip from Charlotte's face and pulled his massive, hard cock out. "A little late now. Plus, she does love this... Just touch this bitches cunt!" Charlotte was suddenly aware that she was still dripping wet and that she hadn't screamed when given the opportunity. Her mind raced for a moment and as she decided to scream for help her open mouth was greeted by an impossibly thick cock. The owner of the cock pushed violently forward holding her by her hair. "DO whatever the fuck you want but I'm not going to quit until we're out of time or she swallows all 9 inches of my rod!"

His thrusts were angry, selfish and violent. She gasped and coughed and nearly vomited from the assault when she had a moment free and for what felt like an eternity he continued his quest. She was aware of the cock that had begun pumping in and out of her ass again but she was enjoying that. It was the cock in her throat that was literally killing her. She knew she needed to give him what he wanted if she were to get through this. 

She struggled to get to her knees as both men relentlessly pummeled her but she managed to after a minute. She rested her elbows on the ground for a better angle at the monster and relaxed her throat. Instantly two additional inches slide down her throat and she figured there was only two more to go. Sensing her co-operation the man became less violent and allowed her to work her skilled mouth. She was given 5 or 6 seconds to gasp for air and she opened her mouth willingly as he pushed his cock inside her mouth again. She concentrated on relaxing and pleasuring him in hopes that she would succeed, he would cum and they would leave. Seven throat stretching inches pushed inside her and she leaned forward more to attempt to take the rest.

The man behind her began slamming her ass incredibly hard like a sex-starved maniac and the momentum pushed her unwillingly down the massive shaft at her mouth until her nose touched the mans stomach. She noticed now that he was in incredibly good shape and felt a sick sense of pride that she was able to accomplish such an incredible task. "Ohh fuck, you did it! Wow! No one has ever... Wow. I'm stunned." He was shocking nonchalant and light-hearted considering he was raping a girl.

He removed his cock fully and slapped her face with it as she moaned and gasped. Ge grabbed her by the chin and looked her in the eyes with such a sudden change in personality it was terrifying. "You won't do anything stupid next, will you? I would hate to see a hot little thing like you end up hurt."

She nodded and spoke to him for the first time. "I will do what you want."

He signaled to his friend who slowly removed his cock from her well-used ass which was now gaping wide open. His friend awkwardly climbed under her until he was cheek-t-cheek with her, her bra resting against his chest. The man who had previously fucked her mouth retrieved a small knife from his pocket and cut her bra straps so quickly she didn't have time to experience fear. He pulled the tattered bra from her body and twisted her hard nipple. "Sit on his cock with that wet pussy of yours, slut. Slut is what you like to be called, right? Or was it whore? Tell me which you prefer."

She did as she was told and straddled the friends cock and lowered her pussy down on to it. It felt relieveing to have a cock in her aching pussy and she moaned out loud as her pussy slid easily down the full six inches. For a moment she was disappointed that it wasn't the huge cock. She'd never had one that big and her slutty persona just couldn't help but wonder. The owner of said cock must have seen her eyeballing his dick because he grabbed her by the hair and smiled. "Answer the fucking question or you don't get to know what this cock feels like inside you."

Humiliated she replied, "whore..." She looked embarrassed as she quietly uttered the words. "I love being called a whore but anything works, I guess."

The man below her was slowly moving in and out of her and she prepared her sore throat consciously for the next round. "Whore it is," he spoke up. "You're a filthy, fucking whore who loves two cocks at once." He positioned himself behind her and he eyes widened and the realization that this massive cock was about to double penetrate her. "Pussy or ass? Beg."

Tears welled up in her eyes due to the sheer humiliation of this despite the pleasure. "Ass..." she hesitated and decided it was best to do what he asked. "Please! I want that big cock up my ass!"

He spanked her ass harder than Michael had and she yelped from the searing pain of it. "Beg more, bitch! Tell me why you want my cock!"

Charlottes hips rocked to the motion of the cock below her and she spoke again after moaning briefly. "I want that huge cock up my ass while your friend fucks my cunt! I want two cocks because I'm a filthy, cum-hungry whore who can't get enough sex!" The words poured from her mouth with amazing ease. "Fuck me, please! Please!!" She actually sounded desperate and she wiggled her ass. "Impale me with your big cocks like a dog! I want both of you strangers to fuck me and cover me in cum while my boyfriend is still gone!!"

Charlotte was mad with lust and her assailants couldn't believe their ears. He immediately spat on her asshole and once again on his own cock before doing exactly as she begged. He covered her mouth because he knew she would make noise when he entered her. The cock in her pussy was buried deep and motionless as the one at her asshole began to push painfully forward. This was a porn-worthy cock, one she could barely get her hand around and it was currently half way up her ass. The man removed his grip from her motuh once again and grabbed her hips as he pushed the rest in. Charlotte's head snapped back and she arched her body to help take the monster. Her body began to shake from the sheer ecstacy of the situation and she couldn't help but buck her hips back and forth quickly as an orgasm exploded through her body. 

The men smiled at each other and the one on the bottom finally spoke again. "You were right man, this whore fucking loves it!" Embarassed and defeated she dropped her head down as the two men began fucking her holes hard like she was a street whore that they had paid for. She couldn't help but moan and thrust backwards -- the irony of the fact that her darkest fantasy was coming true and she was reluctant to enjoy it hadn't escaped her mind. Her orgasm had cleared her mind temporarily but already she could feel her insatiability rising up and quelling any desire for relief from this situation.

"Oh! OH! OH!" She cried out in pleasure with each of their heavy thrusts. "Fuck! Fuckers! FUCKKKK!" The two men took their cues to continue raping her holes and, in fact, doubled their efforts on account of her enjoying this too much.

The man below her began to buck wildly into her and grunted loudly and she could tell he was about to cum. The thought of a stranger cumming inside her terrified her and she was immediately sobered by the though. "Please! Please! I... I want it all over my face! Both of you! I want you to cover me in cum like a nasty whore!"

Both men stopped pumping into her quivering holes and almost immediately accepted her invitation. The enormous cock that had been ripping her ass open pulled out in such a hurry that she thought her insides were going to be ripped out. The sheer pain of it was almost orgasmic and as the man below her thrust his final thrusts into her anther orgasm began to rip through her body -- almost painfully. She shut her eyes and screamed, "OhhhHH FUCKK!! PLEASE! OH GOD I'M CUMMMING!! OHHHH OHHH OHHHHH AHHH GAAAWWWD!!" Her screams were so loud she had apparently forgotten her whereabouts and the owner of the porn-star cock shut her up by jamming his dick, fresh from her ass, into her mouth. She instinctively sucked on it and tried to avoid biting down as the end of her orgasm rolled through her pussy.

By the time she opened her eyes again she realized she was sucking one cock while the other rested on her cheek. Both men gripped their own cocks and pointed them directly at her face and beat them off quickly as they moaned loudly. She stared directly at the cocks as the hot cum came exploding forth from the first. She gasped gently as the thick goo laced the right side of her face, lips and chin. She hoped none had gotten in her hair. The second followed closely after watching her take the first facial. The second to explode was the smaller cock and her jaw literally dropped from the amount of cum this man was able to spew. His hot seed doused her eyes, forehead, nose and mouth -- some of which actually made it inside her mouth. 




Bound to Happen



She had to keep her eyes closed because the sting of cum in her eyes was painful and she was done with pain for the night. Neither cock entered her mouth as she had expected and she could both men getting their clothing in order and leaving. 

She sat there, cum-covered and filthy. Used, in pain, over-sexed and out of breath. She listened to the two men laugh and chat as they walked away and one called back before they were out of ear shot. "We're here most nights of the week..."

She never replied back... She wasn't sure if she was compensating for her recent abuse by telling herself it was enjoyable or if she was just a complete slut but for a moment she considered taking up jogging at night... 



Bound to Happen



Chelle had been a little depressed recently after breaking up with her boyfriend, so she was glad to hear from her longtime friend Kimbra. They hadn't hung out a lot in the last couple of years, but they talked regularly on the phone. They used to be inseparable when they lived in the same town, but Kimbra had moved to Charleston, SC for work and had developed a new life there. Chelle still lived in Savannah, GA and though she was comfortable and liked being near family and friends, she sometimes wished she had moved with Kimbra. It was especially nagging her now after her recent break up. She was almost 40 and it was making her think harder about her life and what she wanted to do long term. She had other friends, but nobody knew her like Kimbra did. They knew all of each other's most private secrets and didn't judge. They just genuinely liked each other and got along very well. 

Kimbra's voice on the phone cheered her up greatly. It was hard to feel sad when speaking with her. She just always seemed so positive and full of life. Especially now. Kimbra was in a relatively new relationship with a guy named Sean and ever since they'd been dating she'd been on cloud nine. Apparently this guy was a great catch all around. He was polite, sensitive, intelligent, and to top it all off, amazing in bed. Kimbra couldn't stop talking about how often he'd made her come and how he'd really pushed her boundaries sexually, but in a way she really, really liked. Chelle, felt a little jealous, but she was very happy for her friend overall. She did have to call TMI at one point because Kimbra was starting to go into great detail about some of what she'd been doing with Sean. She, of course, apologized and said she just gets carried away sometimes when thinking about their sexual escapades. 

Chelle was no prude and had done plenty of kinky things herself, and they had even shared with each other secret things that turned them on, but today Kimbra's detailed description was making Chelle feel a bit uncomfortable. It was probably just her emotional state. Back when they hung out more they would get together and drink wine and smoke weed late into the night and laugh and share their most intimate secrets. Kimbra knew that Chelle was very turned on by bondage and being submissive even though she hadn't engaged in this type of play as much or as deeply as she would have liked. She also knew that she had fantasies of being controlled and fucked by a group of 4 or 5 men. In fact they both enjoyed these types of fantasies and they both enjoyed regular fucking as well as anal and oral sex. They both also liked the taste of cum. The only place where they differed somewhat is that Kimbra was openly bisexual. Chelle had never been with a woman and though she had on very rare occasions considered it, she really just felt that men were her main interest.   

Speaking of men, Kimbra said that Sean had a close friend named Christian (or Chris) that they hung out with often. He was, she said, almost as good a catch as Sean. She told Chelle that he was very handsome, kind, smart, and had a wicked sense of humor. She also mentioned that she had heard he too was very good in the sack. When Chelle asked where she'd heard this, she was kind of vague about it and just mentioned that Sean and he had been friends for a long time and much like the two women, they were very open about things. Sean apparently knew a lot about Chris's adventures and this supposedly accounted for this first-hand knowledge. Regardless, Kimbra told Chelle that she should come up for a short vacation and meet him. Also, she said she missed her terribly and needed some "girl time." 

Chelle, wasn't totally sure she was up for dating yet, but she was somewhat intrigued and furthermore, she was definitely up for a vacation and some time with her closest friend. She told Kimbra that she'd think about it, but by the end of the phone call she went ahead and said she'd be coming. Little did she know how true that statement would turn out to be. They set it up for later in the week. She would head to Charleston early on Thursday and stay through Sunday night. It was a short drive, so travelling wouldn't eat too much of a chunk out of her visit. 

For the days left before her visit, she was restless and couldn't focus on work or anything else really. She was excited about seeing Kimbra, but also was getting more and more intrigued by the notion of meeting Christian. It had been about two months since she broke up with her ex and wondered if it was too soon to try anything new, but she decided it couldn't hurt. He lived in another city anyhow, so if things didn't turn out as well as she hoped then she wouldn't really have to see him after the trip. 

By the time Thursday arrived, she was about to jump out of her skin. She couldn't wait to get on the road. She had packed the night before and after sleeping in a little more than intended she got on the road by 10 AM. The drive was only about an hour and forty five minutes and it was a relatively scenic and pleasant one. The house had been easy to find and she pulled into Kimbra's driveway just before 12. Her friend ran out to meet her as soon as she stepped out of the car. They hugged warmly and exchanged greetings. Chelle thought to herself how good it was to see her again and was glad that she'd be there for a few days. 

After Kimbra showed her around her lovely house and they put Chelle's bags in the guest room, they went back into the kitchen and she offered her friend a mimosa. It was early in the day, but they were on vacation so Chelle accepted. After preparing the drinks, the two women headed out a sliding glass door onto a well shaded deck and took a seat at a beautiful glass and chrome table there. They caught up on news and gossip and joked and laughed. They were both clearly very happy to be together again. Kimbra mentioned that Sean would be coming over in a bit and she figured the three of them could go to beach for a couple of hours. She mentioned also that Chris couldn't make it during the day, but that he'd be around later tonight for dinner at Sean's house. This actually put Chelle a bit more at ease because she was a little anxious about meeting him. She was glad that she'd be meeting Sean first and getting to know him a bit before Chris was around too. The beach would be pleasant and relaxing as well. 

Sean arrived about 45 mins after Chelle had gotten there. He was very nice, charming, and attractive as Kimbra had said. She was happy for her friend to have found such a great guy. She thought to herself that if Chris was half this great, she'd be having a very good vacation indeed. 

After they chatted a bit and had some small sandwiches, they got ready to head out for the beach. Sean had already prepared a cooler with some drinks and he had some snacks as well. The beach chairs and towels were packed, so after Chelle and Kimbra changed into their bikinis and some shorts for the drive, they headed out. Chelle noticed that Kimbra was glowing around Sean. She seemed so happy and she looked to be in great shape as well. Kimbra had always had a nice figure, but she clearly had been working out because her body looked toned and lean. Chelle had to admit that she looked very sexy and hoped that she looked half that good in her bikini. She had nothing to worry about. Chelle had one of those bodies that didn't require a lot of maintenance. She worked out sometimes, but not religiously. She might not have been quite as toned as Kimbra, but she had a body any man would drool over. Her ass was high and pert with just the right amount of plumpness and her breasts were lovely and full. Needless to say, both women looked very hot in their bikinis. This wasn't lost on Sean, nor was it lost on some of the various guys they passed on the beach. Chelle noticed some of the men checking her out and this gave her a nice boost of confidence and lifted her mood further. 

Their time at the beach was everything she'd hoped it would be. The weather was perfect and the water was so cool and soothing. They sunned and swam and joked around a lot. Kimbra and Sean were heavy on the PDA, but it didn't bother her. In fact it kind of turned her on watching them together. They touched each other a lot and kissed often. He smacked her on the ass every chance he got and she seemed to like it a lot. Everything was a sexual innuendo with them. Chelle soon found herself joining in on some of these jokes. It didn't take long until the three of them felt like the best of friends. Sean, was a very cool guy and her heart leapt at the thought that Chris was his good friend and was very likely cut from the same cloth. Also, all the heavy petting Kimbra and Sean were doing had her aching for some male attention as well. She didn't want to rush into anything, but she was definitely excited to meet this new mystery man. 

It wouldn't take much longer for Chris to make an appearance. After they left the beach, they headed back to Kimbra's where Sean dropped them off so they could shower and get ready before dinner. Sean had to go home and get ready himself and stop by the grocery store for some of the dinner items. They were going to go over a little early so Kimbra could help cook. It wasn't going to be anything complicated, but Kimbra liked to cook with Sean. So after their showers the ladies got ready and jumped in the car to head out. 

Sean's house was very nice and it was clear that whatever he did for a living was very lucrative. It had a ton of space and excellent art and furniture as well as an amazing deck with a hot tub. Chelle knew about the hot tub because Kimbra mentioned it and said they should bring bikinis in case. She mentioned that it was pretty common that they ended up relaxing in the hot water with the jets on high. Chelle had been a bit apprehensive about the possibility of hanging out in her bikini with Chris on the first night she met him, but Kimbra had assured her that she looked amazing and that he would love what he saw. 

A few minutes before dinner was ready Chris knocked on the door. Kimbra answered it and let him in. He was taller than Sean, and to Chelle , even more handsome. He and Kimbra hugged each other firmly and warmly and he gave her a kiss on the cheek. They were clearly very familiar with each other. The thought occurred to Chelle that Kimbra and he knew each other more intimately that she had led on, but it was just a passing thought and soon flew out of her head. It was definitely gone by the time Kimbra introduced Chris to her. She was momentarily at a loss for words when he reached out his hand to take hers in greeting. He lifted it to his mouth, kissed it softly, and said, "It's wonderful to finally meet you Chelle. I've heard so many good things about you from Kimbra." 

Chelle replied hesitantly, "Oh..uh...it's great to meet you too! She's...uh also said many nice things about you."

He smiled and looked at Kimbra then back at Chelle and said before laughing, "Well, she knows me very well, so I hope she didn't tell you too much." 

Kimbra jumped in and joked, "Don't worry bud, I didn't air all your dirty laundry, just most of it! Ha ha ha!" and then, after a pause, "Just kidding! I played you up and told her you were a very nice, intelligent guy even though we both know it's just not true. Ha ha!"

Chris, Chelle, and Sean laughed at her dry humor. Then Chris responded, "Well, you may be right there...but I do the best I can with my limited mental resources." 

He flashed Chelle a big smile that was contagious. She liked this guy immediately and was again rejoicing inside that she had decided to take this vacation. She decided to be assertive and took his arm and started to guide him to the kitchen saying, "Ignore this tramp. I don't believe a word she says. Why don't we get you started with a drink?" 

So began a fun evening of good food, good drink, and good company. Chelle and Chris hit it off well and seemed to be very interested in each other. Kimbra was very pleased with her matchmaking skills. Later in the evening after everyone had had quite a few drinks Kimbra mentioned that she was ready for some Jacuzzi time. So, she and Chelle went to Sean's room to put on their bikinis and the guys went elsewhere to put on shorts. While they were alone, Kimbra asked Chelle what she thought of Chris and she cracked a big smile. She was definitely into him and said as much. While she was talking, they both undressed down to their underwear. Chelle was about to turn around when Kimbra dropped her panties and freed her full breasts from the bra. Not that Chelle was shy, but this took her by surprise. Kimbra noticed the look on her face and said with a smile, "What? We're best friends. I'm comfortable being naked in front of you, but I'll turn around if it bothers you for me to see you." 

Chelle was a little uncomfortable being naked in front of her friend, but said, "Well, uh....no it doesn't bother me. I just didn't expect it and also, ummm...I knew you waxed, but wow....it looks so smooth." 

Kimbra laughed and replied, "Ohhhh.....I see why you're surprised. Yeah, I do it every few weeks. I love how soft and sensitive it makes me. Sean loves it also." 

"I bet he does!" Chelle said, and then, "I keep mine trimmed, but I've never done the whole wax thing." 

Kimbra said, "Oh, you have to try it! It's great. I actually do mine myself. It's just much easier than shaving. And I do Sean also."

Chelle was somewhat surprised and replied, "Oh really? He likes that?"

Kimbra replied, "He loves it! He likes the smoothness as much as me. I do the whole nine yards on both of us. Crotch, butt, crack....hahaha! 

Chelle said, "Oh wow! I bet that feels nice." 

"It definitely does. Makes it so nice for putting your...umm...mouth and...uh other things everywhere downstairs. A little lube and you're set to go." Kimbra said and then laughed. She continued, "Why don't you take off your panties and let me see what you've got going on." 

Chelle felt timid, but went ahead and took off her bra and dropped her undies. Kimbra said, "Damn girl! You are such a sexy bitch! Your trim job isn't bad. I was going to offer to wax you tomorrow or before you leave, but.....uh...if you think anything might happen with Chris...haha....we perhaps should wait because it will make you uncomfortable for a day or two." 

Chelle blushed and responded, "Well thanks lady! You have quite the hot bod yourself, but...uh I don't know if anything is going to happen with Chris, but I do like him. I'm definitely not doing anything tonight and really it might be too fast to think about sex this weekend, but...umm..I suppose I should keep my options open."

Kimbra smiled and said, "Don't worry about it being too fast girl. If you like him and you find that it seems like something could happen, then have fun. Also, I'll go ahead and tell you that he's a kinky guy. He's into some stuff that I think you'll like, knowing what I know about you. You know...like bondage...and other fun stuff." 

"Oh really...hmmmm...that's interesting." Chelle said intrigued. 

"Kimbra continued, "Yep, and I think you guys would have a lot of fun together. And also another thing you might want to know.....uh...he likes it smooth down there. Not that he would dislike what he sees if he saw you now, but....if you want....I could help you...uh..shave in the morning."

Chelle was a bit dumbfounded, "Wait, what? First of all, how do you know how he likes his pussies to look?"

Kimbra grinned and said, "Well...you know....the topic has come up between Sean, Chris, and I before."

Chelle felt that there was more to it than that, but she took her friend at her word. She then said, finishing her questions, "Ok, well, I guess that makes sense, but as far as shaving, I...uh...I mean I appreciate the offer, but I can just do it."

Kimbra smiled slyly and said, "Ok babe. I just thought you might want some help....because you know some parts are harder to reach."

Chelle laughed and said, "Bitch, please! I know you just want a chance to touch my pussy. Nice try, but I can handle the task....hahaha!"

Kimbra laughed with her and said, "Hahaha....well...you know, I gave it a shot. I can't help it that I have a thing for beautiful women as well as men. I'll keep my hands to myself darlin'. Thanks for letting me see that sexy ass of yours though. I'll see you in my dreams....heeheehee."

Chelle laughed along with her and by now the women were in their bikinis. They headed back out to the hot tub where they found the guys already relaxing. Sean said, "Ahhh...finally, the lovely ladies. We were about to send a search party out for you."

Kimbra replied, "Oh...you know we were just having some girl talk time. We haven't seen each other in a while."

Sean and Chris both smiled. Then Chris said, clearly entranced upon seeing Chelle's lovely body in her bikini, "Well, I am certainly glad you invited your beautiful friend up for the weekend. She should come for visits more often so you guys can keep in touch and so I can be allowed to be charmed by her again and again."

Chelle blushed at this brazen appreciation of her body, but also, it turned her on a bit. The whole evening had been subtly erotic really. Now that they were wearing less clothes and were melting into the warm waters of the Jacuzzi, she really started to relax and feel like she could let herself go into any adventure that might present itself. She said back to Chris, "Well, it has certainly been a pleasure to meet you also, sir. Now that I've finally made it up here and met you and Sean, I definitely think I'll stop in more often."

The rest of the evening was a pleasant blur with a lot of flirting going on between Chelle and Chris. At some point near the end of the night, Sean and Kimbra had disappeared, leaving Chelle alone with Chris. They were sitting very close by now and were looking at each other as they talked and joked. Almost out of the blue, Chris leaned forward and kissed her on the lips. She let him. In fact she perpetuated it and kissed him again passionately. After they made out for a minute or two, they both pulled back and smiled at each other dreamily. Chris said, "I've been wanting to do that all night."

Chelle replied, "Actually, me too. I wasn't sure what to think when Kimbra told me about you originally, but now that I've met you, I have to say I'm liking where this is heading." 

Chris grinned and said, "I'm glad to hear that. Me too."

Then he kissed her hard again. They made out a bit more until eventually Sean and Kimbra showed back up. Kimbra apologized and said she'd perhaps had a bit too much to drink and was ready to head home. Chelle was a little disappointed, but it was late and she was starting to feel tired. So they wrapped up the evening. They discussed seeing each other again the next day and Chris headed home, but not before giving Chelle a few goodnight kisses. Sean drove the women back to Kimbra's house where they all proceeded to pass out.

The next morning, Chelle woke up with a slight headache from drinking the night before. She hoped Kimbra didn't feel too much worse than her. After getting some water and ibuprofen, she decided to take a shower. The warm water felt good flowing over her aching head. After a few minutes she started to feel better. She suddenly remembered what Kimbra had said and decided to grab her razor and shaving cream. Kimbra's shower was helpful because it was a big walk in with a bench on one side. 

In a few short minutes, Chelle had her pussy and ass almost as smooth as the day she was born. It felt really good to be completely without hair. She thought to herself that she might have to take Kimbra up on that waxing offer one of these days. The slickness and sensitivity she felt were kind of thrilling, especially when she thought about spending some more intimate time with Chris. Before she knew it, she was sliding wet fingers in and out of her pussy and with her other hand she played with her clit. After a couple of minutes of this she slid her hand down further and teased her anus with a finger. Thoughts of Chris licking her shaved pussy flashed through her mind. She pushed the finger into her ass a bit as she frigged her clit harder. She stopped and squeezed a little conditioner onto her fingering hand and lubed her ass up a bit. She was careful to keep it away from her pussy because she didn't want to get a yeast infection, but it worked great for making her shaved asshole more slippery. Soon she had two fingers buried knuckle deep in her cute little rosebud. As she pumped them in and out and toyed with her love button, she imagined Chris fucking her in every hole. She came hard as she imagined him shooting a hot load in her willing mouth. She could almost taste it. She wanted to. 




Bound to Happen



After she got out of the shower and got dressed she walked into the kitchen. Sean was sitting down having some coffee. He smiled and told her that Kimbra was feeling kind of crappy and was taking a shower. Chelled mentioned that she had been in the same boat and the shower worked wonders (little did he know). He offered her some coffee, so she grabbed a cup. She sat down at the table with Sean and they chatted as they sipped. He told her they could go get some breakfast at this great restaurant nearby when Kimbra was ready. She was looking forward to it now that she didn't feel bad anymore. Her appetite was kicking in and she was ravenous. 

Eventually, Kimbra made her way out and looked a little haggard after the night before. She apologized for taking so long, but Chelle told her that it was fine and the she also felt bad when she woke up. After chatting for a bit about Chelle and Chris hitting it off, Kimbra said she felt well enough to go get some breakfast. So they headed out and had a delicious meal. Everyone felt better after eating and they started to make some plans. They decided to meet Chris at the beach and have another day of fun in the sun. 

They went back to Kimbra's house and got themselves and their supplies ready for the beach. They got to the beach around 12:30 and Chris showed up about 20 minutes later. Chelle was excited to see him again. He was clearly glad to see her as well and greeted her with a quick kiss on the lips. After a bit of chatting and joking they all decided to go for a swim. Kimbra and Sean were frolicking and splashing each other, so Chelle decided to splash Chris. He responded in kind and soon they too were frolicking and wrestling in the waves. They clearly had been wanting to feel each other's body and took every opportunity to grab and press up against each other. Chelle's pussy was throbbing. She now felt that if she got a chance tonight, she would definitely go to bed with him. 

The rest of the time at the seashore was fun and relaxing. After a couple of hours in the sun however they were all ready to head out. Chris invited everyone to his house for dinner that evening. Kimbra, Sean, and Chelle agreed and then they parted ways for a few hours. When they got back to the house they all had a quick nap and then showered and got ready for the evening. Kimbra told Chelle that she should bring her bikini and a change of clothes in case they went late again. This time she suggested it might be better if they could spend the night instead of driving drunk. Chris apparently had quite the pad. It was even bigger than Sean's and not only did he have a hot tub, but he had a small covered swimming pool. Chelle was very excited and couldn't wait to get there. She thought to herself that she would definitely like to spend the night, hopefully in the arms of this new, sexy man in her life. 

When they arrived Chelle was surprised at how large and beautiful the house was. It was a modern looking structure with a lot of glass and steel. It was comprised of mostly square shapes, but many of the windows were circular. She was impressed. Chris answered the door and invited them in. He gave her a nice warm hug and leaned in for a kiss when greeting her. He did the same to Kimbra, but kissed her on the cheek. The house was even nicer on the inside. Not unlike Sean's, it had a lot of great art and tasteful furniture. The interior architecture was also amazing. It had high ceilings and lots of windows and a skylight above the kitchen area. He offered to give Chelle a quick tour of the place. She accepted and they went for a little stroll. It had many rooms and a lot of space. He had an exercise room that might as well have been a gym. No wonder he was in great shape. The bedrooms were big and had enormous beds with lots of mirrors everywhere. She thought about how hot it would be to have sex in front of them. The bathrooms were also large and had huge walk in showers with benches and natural lighting as well as very large Jacuzzi tubs. She could get used to this type of living. 

After the tour, she noticed that there was one door that he didn't show her into. She kind of figured it was just storage space or something, but Kimbra noticed her looking at it and said, "Oh, he didn't show you the sex room did he?"

Chelle looked at her and then at Chris with a confused expression on her face. Then she said, "Say what now? A sex room?"

Kimbra smiled and then Chris said, "Well, uh...it is actually. I'll show you that later perhaps. It's just a room to have...umm..fun in. I was hoping to save it until we knew each other a bit better, but...well...Kimbra alway says whatever's on her mind doesn't she?" 

At this Kimbra giggled and said, "Guilty as charged." And then to Chelle, "Look, don't worry about the room. He's not a freakazoid or anything....well, not in a bad way...hee hee hee." 

Chelle was definitely surprised and somewhat anxious about this sex room. It made her wonder a bit more about what kind of guy she was getting involved with, but after she thought more about it she decided that it was probably just another bedroom with like rubber sheets, some sex toys, and a sex swing or something. More than likely it was just a room that was designated as a place for doing the dirty stuff. Nothing wrong with that she thought. It kind of titillated her when she thought of it that way. So she said, "Well, in any event, I expect a full tour of it later." 

Chris smiled kind of strangely and replied, "Certainly, certainly.....I'll show you everything it has to offer later this evening perhaps." 

Kimbra laughed at this and added, "Chelle, girl...you'll like it. I'm sure he'll give you a....uh...good look at the fun time room....hahaha!"

Chelle wondered how Kimbra knew so much about it, but decided to save that conversation for later. Also, her thoughts were interrupted by Chris asking everyone if they'd like a glass of wine to start the evening off. They all agreed and thus the evening began. Again, it was a lovely night of great food and great conversation. Chris and Chelle continued their flirting. She was liking him more and more the longer she knew him. 

At some point after dinner as they were all sitting around conversing, Kimbra asked everyone if they wanted to try one of her "special" mojitos. Sean and Chris looked at each other, smiled and said together, "Absolutely!"

Chelle wasn't sure what could be "special" about the mojito, but she loved that drink and agreed as well to have one. So Kimbra went into the kitchen to whip them up. Chelle offered to help, but her friend told her to stay put, "I've got this darlin'. You just keep your cute little buns on the couch there." 

Chelle was content to do just that. She was sitting next to Chris and he had his arm around her. After dinner and a couple of drinks, she felt satisfied and relaxed. It was lovely to just sit here with this sexy guy pressed up against her. She was hoping they would get in the Jacuzzi again tonight and she felt certain that someone would mention it soon. 

After a few minutes, Kimbra walked back in with a tray full of beautifully crafted mojitos and what appeared to be some sort of light green jello shots. Turns out her "special" mojitos were actually just regular ones that were to be preceded by a mojito jello shot. It was a slight twist on the original concept which Chelle had never experienced. They all tapped shots and toasted each other with "cheers" before downing the shot in one go. Chelle could taste the mojito-ish flavor, but it was also kind of bitter. The good thing with jello shots is that they go down quickly. She then moved on to her real one which was excellent and got rid of the bitter taste left in her mouth. 

As expected, after about 20 more minutes of chatting someone mentioned that it was hot tub time. Everyone agreed and got up to get ready. Again, the ladies went to one room and the guys to another. Chelle felt a lot more relaxed this time and the women got naked in front of each other with no hesitation. She had to admit that even though she wasn't really into women, Kimbra was a fine bitch. It was probably because she was just horny in general, but she caught herself staring at her friend's lovely ass and shaved cunt from behind as she bent over to pick something up. Her slight reverie was interrupted by Kimbra saying, "Uh...babe...I have a secret to tell you." 

Chelle looked at her inquisitively and replied, "Hmmm....oh yeah? What's up?"

Her friend smiled mischievously and said, "Welll...uh...I hope you don't get too pissed at me, but....I uh....dosed everyone's jello shot with....ecstasy."

Chelle looked at her incredulously and said, "Whaaat? Are you kidding me?"

Kimbra said, "Umm....no. I really did it. I wanted you to have a really good time here tonight and I know that you and I used to roll now and again. I thought it would be a nice....uh...social lubricant, if you will for tonight."

Chelle was actually kind of pissed, and said, "God, you could have at least asked me! I was hoping to maintain some sense of self control tonight. Geez! Who knows what this is going to lead to?"

Kimbra replied, "Well....that's kind of the idea. I wanted you to have fun and feel good and relaxed. I promise you that you'll have fun. Chris is a good guy and won't take advantage of you.......well, unless you want him too...tee hee."

Chelle couldn't stay mad at Kimbra, but she still let her know that she owed her one, "Ok, well that's all fine and dandy....I would still have liked to have made my own decision about this.....but, look, I'll let it slide this time, but just remember...watch your back, bitch! You have a little comeuppance headed your way eventually." 

Kimbra smiled slyly and said, "Ok, that's fair. I won't do it again, but please...for tonight, just have fun and enjoy the sensations."

Chelle said she'd try and they finished getting their bikinis on. 

When they got out to the Jacuzzi the guys were just getting in. Chelle thought she could feel the effects of the ecstasy starting to come on a little, but it was hard to tell. She was somewhat apprehensive about rolling in this new situation, but she had to admit, overall she felt pretty good. Getting into the water she felt even better. The hot water and jets felt like heaven and Chris looked as beautiful as ever. She loved his strong chest and dignified features. He was a damn handsome guy. They all settled in to the soothing sensations and talked and joked as the drug came on stronger. 

Chelle is no longer irritated with Kimbra as the x kicks in more and her tension slowly melts away. Chris has put on some mellow music and as is usual with this drug, the sounds coming from the speakers are entrancing. At some point Sean starts massaging Kimbra's shoulders and neck. Chris takes a cue from this and asks if Chelle would like a foot massage. She nods and he moves a little away from her so he can take her foot in his hand and starts rubbing it. It feels amazing and sensual. After a couple of minutes he moves to the other one. Chelle can't help but moan a little from his ministrations. Sean now kisses up Kimbra's neck and they are starting to feel frisky. She slides her hand up his thigh and turns her head so they can kiss. He slides his tongue into her mouth. Chris soon starts massaging Chelle's calves and it feels like heaven. 

After a few minutes of some light petting everyone needs a new drink , so the guys head out to get them. Chris says he'll rub Chelle's neck and shoulders too when he gets back. He tells Kimbra she should get her warmed up. So Chelle scoots closer to Kimbra and she begins rubbing her back, shoulders, and neck. It feels really good. Kimbra talks closer and closer to her ear and eventually kisses up her neck and then takes her earlobe in her mouth and sucks it lightly. At the same time her hand slides onto Chelle's breast and she squeezes it softly. Although it feels really good, Chelle stops her and says, "Kimbra, baby...you know I love you, but I....I'm just not comfortable with this. Your touch feels very nice...I mean..I'm on ex too, but just...I don't want to you to do that ok?"

Kimbra moves back from her and apologizes, " I'm sorry darlin'. You know I like girls too....and I'm just horny from making out with Sean and I...uh...just kind of lost myself for a minute and didn't mean to make you uncomfortable." 

Chelle says it's ok and they both laugh. Chelle hugs her friend and says, "If it makes you feel any better, if I do ever choose to swing the other way, you would be my first choice Kimmie!"

Kimbra smiles at her and replies, "Well, if you ever do, I promise I'll show you a really, really good time baby."

Chelle says, "I bet you would, girl!"

The guys finally show back up with drinks and after they settle back in Chris starts to give Chelle the massage he promised. Sean returns to Kimbra and after a little more shoulder and neck attention, they start basically making out. Soon Kimbra's top comes off. Chris jokes and says they should get a room and everyone laughs. Kimbra doesn't put her top back on though. Her and Sean resume their make out session and eventually he slides his hands over her plump breasts. Watching this turns Chelle on. She imagines Chris squeezing her titties like that. Chris sees her watching Sean and Kimbra and takes the opportunity to starting kissing up Chelle's neck. Soon they are kissing hotly and he slides a hand onto one of her bikini clad breasts. In short order he also unties her top and before she knows it, it's floating in the water and her lovely tits are out for all to see. She feels a little weird with Sean and Kimbra around, but as Chris starts teasing her nipples she melts into his touch. 

After a couple of minutes she hears Sean moan a little and she looks over and sees he and Kimbra staring at her as she gets her tits fondled. She also notices that Kimbra appears to be playing with his cock under the water. Although it's a bit weird, it actually turns her on more for them to watch her like this. Her pussy throbs as she considers this. Soon though, they return to their own making out and she sees now that Sean also has his hands between Kimbra's legs and is very likely playing with her as she plays with him. The ecstasy is in full effect now and everyone is feeling amazing and horny. 

At some point Sean and Kimbra say they are going to go to their room. Chelle and Chris know what that means. After they say good night and leave, Chelle and Chris make out with renewed vigor. She's very horny now. Eventually they decide to go inside to shower and move forward sexually. Once in his room, he takes another ecstasy pill and offers her one, which she takes. As they rinse off they fool around a bit. He soaps her up and she soaps him. He rubs her tits as she jacks his hard cock off. She's surprised at the size of it. Not only is it beautifully shaped, but it's probably 8 or 9 inches long and relatively thick. She thinks about how good it's going to feel when they fuck. Her horniness takes over now and after rinsing him off she sits down on the shower bench and pulls him to her. His cock is now throbbing right in front of her face. She licks the tip and teases him. He moans softly. After a little more teasing she eventually takes the head in her mouth. She sucks him deeper and deeper and he can't help but to start fucking into her mouth a bit. She wants to deep throat him, but before they get too into it he says, "Chelle, let's dry off and go into the bedroom to do this." 

She replies after regretfully pulling him out of her mouth, "Ok baby....I guess it will be more comfortable in there." 

So after drying off they go into the bedroom. They start kissing some more and after some heavy petting and foreplay, she's sucking him off again. Before you know it she's got his dick halfway down her throat. It makes her gag a little, but soon she's taking him almost all the way in. She's always prided herself on her deep throating skills and is putting it to good use tonight. She slides her hand up onto his balls and massages them softly. He really seems to like this and moans a bit before grabbing her head and fucking into her mouth harder. She likes him taking control like this and moans a bit herself. After a few more strokes he pulls her head hard into his crotch and forces her all the way down on his cock and holds her there for a few seconds. She then pulls off and has to catch her breath for a moment. She can't quite believe she went all the way down on this sizable tool. It turns her on a lot that he forced it all the way in. She thinks to herself that this is the kind of sex that really gets her going. 

After a bit more sucking he stops her and says she's going to make him cum if they don't take a break. Also, he tells her that he's dying to taste her beautiful pussy. So she lifts up from his crotch and crawls up his body and moves in to kiss him. They locks mouths passionately and he tongues her hard. They french deeply for a minute or so and then, he says breathily, "I love kissing a woman after she sucks me. I like tasting my cock in her mouth. God, it's so hot and yummy!"

Chelle's pussy flutters at this. She too likes kissing a guy after sucking him off. She says to Chris, "Mmmmm....it is hot. I like it too....and I love kissing after a guy goes down on me for the same.....mmm reason. I like to taste myself in his mouth...or...on his dick."

With this they kiss some more, but soon he turns her onto her back and starts kissing down her body. He stops and focuses on her breasts and nipples for a bit before moving further and further down. Eventually she can feel his hot breath on her sensitive pussy lips. After a bit more teasing she feels his tongue slide up and down her increasingly wet slit. He buries it hard into her cunt and basically tongue fucks her. He simultaneously starts to toy with her clit with his moistened thumb. His tongue explores every inch of her cunt and tastes her deeply. Soon he slides it over her erect clit and licks and sucks it as he works a finger and then two into her. She's whimpering softly as he works her over. She hasn't felt this good in a long time. It's not just the ecstasy, he's very good at this. 

After a few minutes of his delightful ministrations he tells her he wants to fuck her. She's totally ready. He lays his large, muscular body over hers and slides his thick cock into her very slippery cunt. He starts shallow, but soon he's going deeper and deeper. She can't believe how good it feels to be pumped by a tool of this size. She wants more and more and eventually he's all the way in and they both groan with pleasure. She begs him to fuck her hard and he obliges. He pounds her tight pussy and after a few intense strokes she cums hard all over his big prick. Then he pulls out and tells her to get on her knees.  

She gets up quickly and bends over in front of him. She can't wait to feel him inside her again. Before he slides back into her he says, "Jesus, you are so beautiful and you feel so fucking good. I think I could become addicted to this hot little pussy baby!"

Chelle says breathily, "Why thank you baby! Your cock feels fucking amazing! It's sooo big and fills me up so good. I want some more...please give it to me."

Chris is more than willing and moves up behind her and slips his pulsing cock back inside her heavenly depths. They get back into a good fucking rhythm and can't help but moan in pleasure. Chelle wants to scream, but knows that Kimbra and Sean are somewhere in the house and so she holds her tongue. He smacks her ass a few times as they fuck. She likes the way it feels. She's always liked being spanked, so it gets her motor going even more. Soon also, she feels him teasing her tight little asshole with his thumb while he pumps in and out. She loves having her ass toyed with while being fucked and so she starts to feel like she could come again. He spits on her pretty little rosebud and works his finger deeper inside. She fucks back against it a bit. Chris says, "Mmmmm....that's fucking hot! I take it you like having your ass played with?"




Bound to Happen



She moans again and nods. He continues, "Very good....what a good little slut you are turning out to be. Have you ever had a nice big cock in there as well?"

Chelle replies between fuck grunts, "Ohh....fucking...god....I...love...being fucked...in my....tight asshole!"

Chris smiled behind her and started fucking her harder. He also slid his thumb all the way in. She bucked back against him forcefully. He thought to himself that this little bitch was going to be fun to dominate. It didn't hurt at all that he liked her a lot also and could see himself being in a relationship with a lovely woman such as this. He could feel his cock pumping in and out of her with his thumb inside her asshole. He always loved that feeling. She loved it too. Eventually he slowed down a bit and pulled his thumb out of her ass. She was a little disappointed, but figured he wanted to move on to something else. He leaned forward on her and pushed all the way inside her. She felt so stretched and full. She thought she saw him side his hand under one of the pillows in front of her and pull something out. Before she could think much about this though, he started fucking her hard again. 

As he worked up to speed again he pushed her face in the pillow. She loved it when he took control. After a moment he tells her to put her hands up on her lower back. She does it and he holds them there firmly while pumping her hard. She likes this. Before she even realizes it he puts some comfortable hand cuffs on her. They hold firm, but have a soft lining so they don't hurt her wrists. She's surprised by this, but is turned on even more. He reminds her that she wanted to see the sex room. He says now it's time to see it. 

He lets her lift up and gets her to stand next to the bed. Her heart kind of flutters. She feels a little nervous, but also excited. The x and her horniness are clouding her mind. He puts a collar and leash on her and walks her to the room. The collar is fairly tight and slightly restricts her breathing. As they enter the room she loses her breath for a minute. This sex room is the real deal. It's not just a bed with rubber sheets. There is a bed and actually there is a sex swing, but there are other platforms that appear to be made for fucking in different positions and a couple of different types of racks that a person could be tied to. And there are a few boxes that she assumes have various sex toys and bondage tools. There are mirrors here and there and a couple of video cameras on tripods. Apparently Chris takes his fucking very seriously. She's kind of frightened now, but still excited. She just has to trust that Kimbra was right that he's a nice guy. He certainly eats pussy and fucks like a champ. So she tries to let go and see where this goes. 

He ties her kneeling on a low platform. Her ass is up in the air and her legs are spread slightly. He tells her she's a good slut, but that when she was giving him head, her teeth rubbed against his prick a few times. He continues, "This is unacceptable. You are going to need to be punished lightly. Don't worry, nothing too hard...at first." 

Suddenly he spanks her a few times with his hand and although it's shocking at first, the warmth of her burning cheeks feels pretty nice after a minute. Then he grabs a little cat o'nine tails and whips her lightly a few times. It's nothing hard, just a few swats. Again, the sting subsides into a nice feeling. Then he smacks her shaven cunt a couple of times with his hand. She likes this a lot. He grabs something from one of the boxes and then pushes a somewhat large vibrator into her pussy. It's thicker on the front end than the back, so it keeps itself in. He turns it on and she feels it throbbing inside of her. It feels very good. 

Next she feels some cool lube being dripped on her anus. Then he works in a finger and then two and loosens her up. Her pussy is getting wetter and wetter as he works on her. Next thing you know, he pulls his fingers out and starts to slide a fairly sizable butt plug in. He takes his time working it in, but it's still slightly uncomfortable at first. Soon though, she begins to enjoy the sensation of her sphincter being stretched out like this. Once it's fully inserted, he turns it on and it also is vibrating. He lets her feel the pulsations for a bit and she starts to almost fuck against the air slightly. It feels so good, she's losing her mind. Eventually he comes around to the front and forces his cock in her mouth. He doesn't give her much time to adjust before he's fucking into her throat harder and harder. She's so horny that this just turns her on further. She wants to be used. 

After a couple of minutes of this he moves back around behind her, removes the vibe in her pussy and slides his lubricated dick in and fucks her hard. As he's doing this he begins pumping the butt plug in and out. She moans hard and feels like she might come. He continues his assault on her now loosened holes and occasionally spanks her ass again. After a little bit more of this she does start coming. It's a strong one with the large butt plug pushed inside her. She has never really used one before, but it feels really amazing to her. When she's done with her climax he pulls out of her and comes around to the front again. 

He puts his cock in her mouth again and makes her taste herself. She gobbles it enthusiastically. He fucks deeper and deeper into her throat and she loves it. Occasionally he pulls it out and slaps her face with it. He holds her head and pumps harder and harder. Sometimes he does like before and holds her on him as he's all the way in. She groans around his cock. He pulls out of her and forces his balls in her face and she sucks them in greedily. At this point she notices that he has something inserted in his own ass. She can see the base of what appears to be a butt plug. She's never been with a guy that used them, but now that she knows how it feels, it turns her on that he's into it also. Kimbra was right. He is a kinky guy. Very kinky. 

Before she knows it he's fucking her mouth again and she can tell he's getting close to coming. A few more deep thrusts and he shoots an enormous load of cum down her throat, in her mouth, and all over her face. She can't believe how much he came. She swallows it like a good little whore. It took her some time, but she developed a taste for come over the years. She particularly doesn't mind the way Chris's tastes. She is however surprised at herself. She really let him take control and she loved it. The ecstasy certainly played its part, but she feels like she would have let him do what he did regardless. 

She felt satisfied and exhilarated. This had been basically the best sex of her life and she wanted more. Chris asked her, "So, do you feel that you've learned your lesson? Your cocksucking was much better the second time around." 

She replied, "Yes sir, I think I have learned my lesson. Thank you for teaching me the proper way to please you."

Chris then said, "You did do a very good job. I think you're going to make an excellent submissive bitch for me. Let me untie you so you can clean up the rest of my cum from your face."

He removed the butt plug from her ass slowly and then proceeded to unhook the restraints that held her to the platform. She stood up and was a little stiff and woozy feeling, but quickly regained her composure. She looked around for something to wipe her face with and he shook his head. He said firmly, "No, I want to you swallow all of it." 

Chelle understood what he meant now. She stuck her tongue out and licked all she could reach around her lips and then she used her fingers to capture the rest and sucked them clean. She still couldn't believe she was getting off on him telling her what to do, no matter how nasty, but she was. After she was done cleaning up he took the collar off of her and they left the room. He asked her as they walked completely nude back towards his bedroom, "So, did you enjoy the short tour of the sex room?"

She nodded enthusiastically and said, "I really did. I haven't come so hard in my life. Thanks for uh...showing me around."

He laughed and said, "No problem. I'm really glad you enjoyed it. I did very much as well. You made me cum incredibly hard as well as you probably noticed. Next time perhaps we can take a slightly longer tour?"

Chelle replied and said, "I think...umm....I think I'd really like that. Especially if it will be anything like tonight."

He said, "Oh, we can go much further than that. I want you to experience so many things that I think you are going to really enjoy. Perhaps tomorrow night we can play some more." 

They were now in his room and he asked if she wanted to rinse off or anything, but they were both kind of exhausted from the beach and drinking and the intense sex they just had. They laid down on the bed and he spooned her. Soon they were dozing off into a blissful sleep. 

When Chelle woke up the next morning Chris was still asleep next to her. She felt well rested and as should be expected, well fucked. She thought for a minute that she should feel guilty about last night, but honestly she didn't. She needed it and she enjoyed it and she really liked Chris. After a few minutes, he woke up too and she gave him a sweet little kiss on his forehead. He smiled and said a groggy, "Good morning."

She said, "Good morning sleepyhead."

He said, "How are you feeling today?"

She replied, yawning, "Actually, I feel great. Very well rested."

Chris said, "Me too, but I'd love some coffee. You want to head into the kitchen with me? Also we can see if Kimbra and Sean are up yet."

"Oh, that sounds great!" she said.

Before they got out of the room though Chris said, "So, did you enjoy last night? I mean, you don't regret anything do you?"

Chelle smiled mischievously and replied, "You know, I was thinking about it for a minute before you woke up and honestly....I enjoyed it thoroughly and no...I really don't feel like it was a mistake. In fact, I'm hungry for more."

With this she came up to him and hugged him and they kissed passionately. She almost wanted to jump right back in bed and get busy, but she did want some coffee and to see what the others were up to. There would be time later in the evening to have some more fun. 

When they got to the kitchen Kimbra was making some breakfast and the coffee was already brewed. Sean was leaning against the counter helping out occasionally. As soon as Kimbra saw Chris and Chelle she said, "Well, good morning guys. Nice of y'all to finally join us. It's only like noon!!"

Chris replied laughing, "Geez, cut us some slack. We were up late."

Kimbra smiled slyly and said, "I know, I was just busting your balls. We were up almost as late. Did you uh.....give Chelle the tour?"

Chelle felt a little embarrassed, but Chris said, "I sure did. And I'm pretty sure she enjoyed it." 

Kimbra looked at Chelle inquisitively. Chelle blushed, but said, "Yes, he gave me the uh...full tour I suppose. And I did enjoy myself, thank you!"

Kimbra said, "Good for you darlin'. I knew you would." 

Kimbra finished up breakfast as they joked about the previous evening a bit more and soon they were sitting down to a tasty meal and some coffee. Afterwards they went out on the deck and chatted a bit more and tried to figure out their plans for the day. Kimbra wanted to take Chelle shopping for a bit, so the guys said they'd figure out something else to do. After a bit more chatting the ladies got their stuff and kissed the guys goodbye to have a little girl time. 

First they headed back to Kimbra's to shower and get dressed. Neither took long and soon they were in the car on their way to some shops Kimbra wanted Chelle to see. They went to various boutiques and other shops. They each bought a few items and talked here and there about the night before. Kimbra asked Chelle if she really had a good time and she replied that she had an amazing night. Then Kimbra said, "So you enjoyed the room a lot then huh?"

Chelle said, "Oh god, did I ever! We started in the bedroom and that was hot stuff too. Then he basically hand-cuffed me out of nowhere and though I was a little nervous at first...I...just..when we got to the room and he tied me up and got to work on me..umm...wow is all I can say!"

Kimbra smiled big and said, "I knew you'd like it dirty girl! Tell me what he did to you."

Chelle said, "I know, I am a dirty girl, but I do have my secrets....I'm too embarrassed to go into all the details."

Kimbra looked at her pouting and said, "Aww, come on. Just tell me quickly a few things."

Chelle sighed exasperatedly, "Ohhh..ok. Quickly...well, we fooled around in the shower, then we played in the bed. I sucked him, he licked me, we fucked. Then he hand-cuffed me and collared me and led me to the room. He tied me to a platform kneeling and then spanked me, put toys in my pussy and ass, the he fucked my mouth and pussy again..and he...uh..finished up in my mouth."

Kimbra smiled mischievously and said, "Ooooh, that sounds like some hot fun there. I wish I could have watched."

Chelle laughed and said, "I bet you do you naughty thing you. It was hot as hell."

Kimbra said, "I knew the room would be right up your alley. I'm glad you had fun."

Chelle said, "Well I sure did, but I meant to ask you...umm..how do you know so much about the room?"

Kimbra looked a little guilty and said, "Well...it's kind of a long story." 

She proceeds to tell Chelle that Sean and Chris have been pretty close for a few years and that they are both bisexual and have played together and with others now and again. Chelle is surprised at this, but actually kind of intrigued. She continues and says that they are both into kinky sex and bondage and so Chris eventually got a room together for both of them to use. They would occasionally bring women home that were into it and have three and foursomes. Kimbra eventually tells her that Sean and her hadn't been dating long before, knowing what she was turned on by, he asked her if she'd be interested in a session. She too was a little hesitant, but after Chris and Sean worked her over she was sold. She said she'd also had a foursome in their once and that it was mindblowing. 

Chelle is very surprised at this and isn't sure how to feel. She can't believe that Kimbra's had sex with Chris too and it makes her a bit jealous. Kimbra reassures her though that she would never do anything behind Chelle's back and if she wasn't comfortable with anything like that then it would never happen. She also tells her that Chris isn't a player or anything. He only has done these things when very specific opportunities have arisen. In fact he was in a long term relationship for a couple of years and only had sessions with his girlfriend alone or with Sean joining in occasionally, and a couple of times with women that his girlfriend felt comfortable with. 

This all makes Chelle feel a little better, but she's still somewhat conflicted. It's quite a revelation. Kimbra can tell that she's confused by all this new information and tries again to make her feel better. She says that she would have told her sooner, but she didn't want to spook her away from Chris because he really is a good and trustworthy guy. She tells her that he would never do anything to hurt her or that she didn't like. 

Eventually Chelle chills out a bit and puts it in context. She does like him a lot, but they aren't even really in a relationship yet. They've only just met and are starting to get to know each other. He is a great guy and the sex has been excellent thus far. She figures she'll just ride it out for a bit and see where it leads. 

The women finish up their shopping and head back to Kimbra's to chill for a bit and figure out the plans for the evening. When they get back they finally touch base with the guys and they all decide they'll go out for dinner and some drinks that night and then head back to Chris' afterwards. 

A couple of hours later they all meet at a swanky restaurant that they want Chelle to try. The food is great and she ends up liking it a lot. They have some great wine with dinner as well. Chris pays for everything. He clearly does well at his job. Chelle almost forgets what Kimbra told her about him as the evening progresses. She loves being with him. He's funny and interesting and sexy. She's decides she's definitely along for the ride. 

After dinner they hit a cool cocktail bar and have a couple of drinks there. A live jazz band is playing and everyone's having a great time. Kimbra eventually asks everyone if they'd like some more ecstasy tonight. Chelle is again a little hesitant, but she remembers the night before and decides to dive in head first. If last night with Chris was any indication, tonight could be even hotter. They all take a pill a little while before they head back. 

She gets Chris alone at the bar for a few minutes before they leave and decides to ask him about what Kimbra told her. He confirms all she told her, but does say that he wishes they had known each other a bit longer before she found out about it. He says he wouldn't have hidden it, but would have liked to tell her on his own terms. As Kimbra mentioned, he reassures her that he would never do anything to hurt her or that she was uncomfortable with. Then he tells her again that he really likes her a lot and hopes that this doesn't scare her away. They get interrupted by Sean, but not before she tells him that it does make her a bit uncomfortable, but that she's willing to trust him and see where things go. 

Chelle feels even better after talking to him. Perhaps it's because the ex is starting to kick in a little, but she even wonders if eventually she would like to do anything with other people involved. Thinking about it turns her on a bit. Having another guy (or more?) around could be very hot. Just as she starts to imagine it in her head Chris brings her out of her reverie. They decide to head back to Chris' before they start rolling too hard. 

By the time they get there it's already around 10 PM and the ecstasy has them feeling very nice. They decide to basically jump right in the hot tub. Everyone changes and they get some fresh drinks and head outside. They joke and converse for a little while as they relax in the warm water. It doesn't take too long before Sean starts giving Kimbra a massage again. Chelle offers to do Chris this time and starts rubbing his shoulders and neck. The conversation dies down a bit. Kimbra occasionally lets out a little whimper of pleasure from the massage. Soon Sean kisses up her neck and then they start making out again. Before you know it Kimbra's top is off again. 

Chelle is turned on watching them make out, so she starts making out with Chris also. Her top comes off as well and as they kiss he takes her hand and puts it on his cock through his shorts. She can feel how hard he is. She starts rubbing him, softly at first, but then harder. He plays with her nipples which causes her to moan. She also hears Kimbra and Sean moaning and she looks over to see basically the same thing happening except she can tell through the water that Sean's dick is out and Kimbra is jacking him off. Chris asks if she will do that to him also and she agrees. She slides his shorts down and his prick pops out the top. She grabs it and starts slowly pumping it with her hand. Chris moans deeply. 

After a few minutes of this heavy petting Chelle notices Kimbra get up and take off her bikini bottoms. Then she watches as Kimbra has Sean sit on the edge of the hot tub with his throbbing erection sticking in her face. She's fascinated watching as her friend takes her boyfriend's thick cock in her mouth. It doesn't take long before Kimbra is sucking him very hard and deep. Chris asks Chelle if she likes watching this and she nods. The x and the situation are driving her wild. 




Bound to Happen



Suddenly Chelle remembers what Kimbra told her about Chris and she whispers in his ear, "So you've sucked that cock before yourself I hear."

Chris smiles at her and replies, "I have. It's true."

Chelle says while she jacks him harder, "That's pretty hot. Do you like sucking cock a lot?"

He groans and says, "I can't lie. I really do enjoy sucking dick sometimes. I even like to swallow cum. It makes me very horny."

Chelle is very turned on by this notion, but she's getting antsy to do some naughtier stuff in the sex room. She whispers in his ear, "This is fun, but do you think...you might want to take me on another, perhaps longer tour around the room?"

He smiles wide and tells her, "Oh, most certainly baby. Let's take our leave and rinse off quickly before we head in there."

They interrupt the others and tell them that they are going to take a trip to the room. Kimbra and Sean smile at them and Kimbra says, "Oh, I'm jealous...but have fun you two. We'll be....around somewhere....having our own fun." 

Chris and Chelle rinse off in the shower again and fool around some, but as they are both anxious to get into the sex room and see what kind of trouble they can get into, they keep it light. After drying off Chelle is surprised by Chris putting a blindfold over her eyes. Also, he slips some cuffs on her again, but this time in front. He leads her to the room completely naked and it's a little chilly, but when they get in there it feels warmer. 

He tells her to stick out her tongue, which she does. He puts another ecstasy pill on it and has her swallow it. Again he makes her kneel on a platform, but this one is more comfortable as it has a cushioned middle part that rises out and allows her to lean on it. Her ass is still forced up in the air and as he secures her feet it's wide enough to make her spread her legs a good amount. He undoes the handcuffs and then secures her wrists to the platform with some other restraints. 

For a minute or two she hears him moving things in the room, but doesn't know exactly what he's doing. She shocked when out of the blue he spanks her ass sharply. He swats her 4 or 5 times. Then he says, "It looks like I'm going to have to punish you again tonight my pet."

She joins in the game and says, "What have I done tonight, sir to displease you?"

He tells her, "Well, tonight I expected you to go further in the Jacuzzi with the others watching. I thought surely you would suck me off in front of them and then we could watch each other fuck." 

After a pause he continued, "And of course I expected things to go much further. We would all have so much fun together and share so much pleasure, but I understand your hesitance. Nonetheless, I plan on whipping you into shape to be my obedient, submissive bitch."

As Chelle starts to respond, he smacks her ass again. He pops her good a few more times and then asks her, "Do you think you can be a good little slave for me baby? Do you want to serve me and do what I ask of you?"

She says, "Yes...I can try..sir."

He spanks her a few more times and asks her again, "Are you going to try? Or are you going to do everything I ask?"

She replies weakly, "I'm going to do everything you ask and do my best to please you."

He says firmly, "That's better."

Next she feels his lubed fingers sliding up and down her increasingly wet pussy lips. He toys with her clit a bit and then slips a finger inside her. After fingering her like this for a minute he slips another finger in and after she adjusts to this he fits a third in. It feels great to be opened up like this and soon she's fucking back against his hand. His touch feels like electricity with the x in her system. It's driving her crazy. 

She's disappointed momentarily when he pulls his fingers out, but soon feels that large vibrator going inside again and then it turns on. It feels so fucking good. She whimpers out loud. Then she feels lube on her asshole again and after he spreads it around he slides a finger in to loosen her sphincter up. It doesn't take him long to get another finger in and to go deeper inside her. He pumps them in and out for a couple of minutes. She can't believe how good it feels. Eventually he works a third finger into her stretching asshole and soon has them fucking in and out as well. 

Between this and the toy and her pussy, she feels like she could get close to coming soon. Just as she's thinking about this and getting used to it he pulls his fingers out and says, "Ok, now I'm going to put another toy in your ass baby. This one is bigger than last night. I'm just having so much fun opening you up. I want to stretch you out further."

And after a pause he continues, "Don't worry, I'm good at this and I won't hurt you...too much." 

She's a little nervous, but she loves having her ass played with so she's also kind of excited. In a few moments she feels the tip of a plug start working its way into her tight rosebud. He gradually pumps it in and out and slowly gets it deeper. At first it doesn't feel too big, but as he pushes it further she feels her anus getting opened very wide. It almost hurts, but with the stimulation in her pussy and with him going slowly the spreading feels kind of amazing. It makes her want to just get fucked everywhere by everyone. She can't help but thinking about getting gangbanged and used in every hole. Having her ass stretched has always made her feel like a wanton slut. 

After about 5 or 6 minutes, the entire large butt plug is snug inside her. Both her pussy and asshole feel impossibly full, but it doesn't take long before her body is accustomed to it. He walks around in front of her and puts his balls in her face again and tells her to lick them. She does as instructed and tongues all over them and soon sucks them into her mouth a bit. As she does this he jacks his cock off. Eventually he pulls back a little and then feeds his thick tool into her mouth. After giving her a little time to adjust he starts fucking deeper and deeper into her throat. She grunts around his erection. She loves the feeling of him forcing himself into her mouth. She gags a little as he pushes all the way in on one thrust. He moans as her tight throat accommodates him. Occasionally he reaches back over her and gives her a hard smack on her ass. As the sting subsides though it gives way to a nice warm feeling as before. 

He's working her up to fever pitch and she's getting close to coming. She's taken by surprise when he reaches back and pushes a button on the butt plug and it too begins vibrating deep inside her ass. As he continues to fuck her mouth hard she starts to cum and buck against the cushions she's leaning against. She can't believe it, but she came harder than the night before. Being opened up like this apparently gets her off very hard. She's surprised at herself. She always knew she liked being controlled and fucked roughly, but he's pushed her pretty far tonight and she has loved every second of it. And the night is young. 

Soon after her climax he pulls out of her mouth and replaces his cock with a ball gag. He then goes around behind her and slowly removes the vibrator from her cunt. He unhooks the restraints and has her stand up. Then he pulls her arms behind her and leads her from behind somewhere else in the room. He turns her around and has her sit in what she assumes is the sex swing. Her arms are then hooked into restraints above her head and next he lifts first one leg, then the other and hooks them into lower restraints that hold her legs, pussy, and ass wide open. Her body is leaned back some in the swing, so she's in the perfect position to be used in every hole. 

She feels him put something on her clit and then tie something around her waist to hold it there. Soon it start vibrating in a slow pulse pattern on her clit. The butt plug also changes vibration patterns and does the same slow pattern in her ass. It's almost hypnotic, but also over time it starts to drive her crazy. Her pussy is getting wetter and wetter. 

Suddenly he takes the blindfold off and her eyes have to adjust to the light. As they do she sees him walking out of the room. She notices that he appears to have a butt plug in again. She's confused as to what he's doing. He's gone for maybe 10 minutes she guesses. It's hard to be sure. The vibe on her clit must be remote controlled because every couple of minutes it changes patterns. She wants to be fucked so badly she can't stand it. 

Eventually he comes back in with another person in a full body black latex suit and a hard cock sticking out. She's nervous, but also a little excited. This was more than she bargained for, but she's also rolling hard and feeling so fucking horny because of the vibes. She can only assume the rubber guy is Sean, but she's not sure. Where's Kimbra? 

The rubber man walks over and takes the gag out of her mouth. He puts his dick in front of her and Chris says, "Suck it, whore!" 

Rubber man forces it in her mouth. After he fucks her mouth a bit Chris takes over and thrusts his dick in her. Over the course of a few minutes they take turns fucking her mouth and throat. At some point the push their dicks together and force both of the tips in at the same time and rub their saliva covered pricks all over her face and in her mouth. During this she notices a mouth start kissing her pussy lips. They move up and move the vibrator and start flicking her clit with their tongue. It feels really good. She's really confused now. Who could it be? Kimbra? It's hard to focus though as rubber man starts fucking her throat again. 

Though initially concerned, she melts into it as it feels so fucking good. The person eating her pussy starts to work the butt plug slowly in and out at the same time. Her anus had gotten tight again around the narrow end of the plug so it takes a little work to loosen her back up. More lube is added and before she knows it the thick plug is popping in and out of her now gaping asshole. Rubbber man starts fucking her face even harder and she loves it. Chris says, "We tried to do this the easy way first, but you chose the tough way. Which is ok with me because it's more fun." 

He smirked and then asked her how she liked having her pussy licked by a woman. Chelle realizes it is Kimbra down there and as it sinks in, she's conflicted, but because it's so unexpected and outside of her boundaries, it turns her on in the situation and she feels like she could be close to coming. Chris holds a large magic wand vibrator over her clit and the vibrations are so strong it takes her breath away. Kimbra pumps the plug in one final time and then pulls it all the way out. Now her ass feels totally empty and she wants it full again. 

Before she knows it, she feels something pushing back inside her ass, but she can't figure it out at first. It feels like fingers. Soon she realizes they are Kimbra's because they are smaller than a man's. She's surprised as more and more are slipped in until it feels like her hand, in the shape of a cone, is slowing being worked inside. She can't believe what they are doing to her and she's moaning and cussing constantly. She says, "Ooooh fucking god! What are y'all doing to me? Unnnhhhh......fuck!"

Chris says, "Why, we're breaking you in baby. Seems to me that you are enjoying it."

Chelle can do nothing but moan. Kimbra now has most of her hand pushed into Chelle's stretched ass. With a little more pressure her fist pops in past her sphincter and she really and truly is fist fucking Chelle's ass. She's amazed at herself. She's more turned on than she's ever been in her life. She can't believe she's got a woman's entire hand in her asshole and fucking loves it. Chelle starts coming all over Kimbra's face which is now buried back in her cunt and Chris says, "I think she likes it!"

He unhooks the restraints as she comes down from her climax. After a couple of minutes he has her stand up and he leads her over to the bed. She sees a red light on one of the camcorders and realizes that he's been recording all of this. She's not even worried about it right now. She's come so hard that she's in a daze. Chris suddenly says, "We're not done yet my dear. There are a few more things I want from you tonight."

She's completely submissive now and says, "Ok sir...what would you like from me next?"

Kimbra is laying on the bed near the head and she's playing with her wet pussy. Chris says, "I want you to crawl up to Kimbra and pay her back for the pleasure she's given you." 

She knows he means that she has to go down on her friend now. She's no longer resistant to the idea in her mind. After what Kimbra did to her she's almost looking forward to her first taste of a woman. She moves forward and kisses up Kimbra's thighs and as she gets closer to her cunt she can smell how horny her friend is. She can see that Kimbra also has a butt plug inserted. It seems that everyone around here likes them. She kisses near her pussy slowly and gingerly works her way up her lips. She actually likes the way Kimbra's pussy tastes and suddenly wonders if she's wasted a lot of good opportunities by thinking she didn't like women. 

Before you know she's licking her friend's clit and fingering her increasingly wet cunt. The guys are both sucking on one of Kimbra's titties. Now it's her turn to moan with pleasure. Chelle takes a cue from her friend and starts playing with the plug in her ass. As she pumps it slowly in and out she can see that it's fairly big one. Not as big as what she had, but not small. As she's focused on this Chris comes up behind her and slides his hard cock into her pussy. It feels excellent. 

As Chris develops a rhythm and goes deeper Chelle continues to work on Kimbra's clit and starts to match Chris' rhythm with the plug in her ass. Sean moves up to his girlfriend's face and pushes his prick in her mouth. She sucks it like candy and starts playing with his balls that are sticking out of the latex suit. 

Soon Chris starts playing with Chelle's asshole. It's still so wide and opened that it's easy for him to fit 3 and 4 fingers partially in. Chelle screams out with pleasure. Sean is fucking Kimbra's face hard now and she's also moaning loudly. They continue like this for a few minutes and then Chris says it's time for something different. He has Chelle get on her knees and gets Kimbra next to her on her knees. The men move up behind them with some lube and they each work their large tools into the women's beautiful assholes.

After letting the ladies grow accustomed to their cocks, they start fucking them harder and harder. Kimbra reaches under Chelle and starts playing with her clit. It feels amazing to her to get fucked in the ass while she stimulates her this way. So she repays the favor and reaches under Kimbra. The men are now fucking these formerly tight assholes like they were pussies. The girls are really getting off on it now. They put their faces near each other and start frenching each other. 

A few minutes pass and Sean pulls out and whispers in Chris' ear. Chris pulls out also and they switch women and Sean pushes inside of Chelle and Chris in Kimbra. Chelle can't believe she's being turned out like this, but it's making her so fucking hot. She comes again with Sean deep inside her asshole. It doesn't take long for Kimbra to follow, howling with pleasure. The men are both turned on by this and don't last much longer. Chris pulls out and tells Kimbra to kneel in front of him. He blasts an enormous load all over her face, tits, and in her mouth. 

Soon Sean follows suit and has both of the women kneel in front of him as spurt after spurt of hot cum shoot all over their beautiful faces and tits. Kimbra then leans in to kiss Chelle and they tongue each other with the cum in their mouths. They take turns cleaning each other off and swallowing every bit of spunk they can find. They have become such wanton nasty whores tonight. The guys lay down with them and they all cuddle and kiss and rest after this most fulfilling night. 

More adventures to come... 



Bound to Happen



Charlotte's sleek girlish hand was trembling. The skin was shiny, smooth, and youthful without any wrinkles. Her fingers were pinched so hard around the Bic pen that the outermost joints buckled back. With neatness, the pen tip sunk into the soft paper of the check balancing booklet, which she had received for opening her first checking account. The circles in the letters were big and oversized girlish.

+ $956.23 Pay from Jamba Juice

- $483.00 Rent for a little white studio in a converted hotel

- $4.55 Papa John's pizza

- $89.00 for a GAP trench coat

Yep, that trench coat. She smoothed the ends of the black trench coat over her thighs as she was sitting on the only little, brown wooden stool in her studio apartment. She spread her legs sharply and playfully like a performer at Moulin Rouge. The bottom folds of her trench coat fell apart to form a triangle. In that triangle was a dark shade that let the imaginary viewer guessing and squinting to what might be hidden.

The panty hose let her skinny knees shimmer. The black thick band at the mid-thigh of the panty hose suggested that she was wearing lingerie or even au naturel in that dark triangle of the leg part of her trench coat.

She let her head drop back in abandon to let her smooth, youthful black hair stream back over her head. She exposed the lines that her neck muscles, throat, and collarbones formed. She bit her lip passionately and let the lip slowly pull out from her teeth. The lip stick was bright red and left red outlines on her teeth. It was the cheap one that Duane Reade sells. What it lacked in refinement in tone and gloss, it made up with loudness of color.

With a swift turn, she pulled herself of her stool. Her right arm flung over the overladen table. She knocked a pencil out of the pen holder. The pencil went flying onto the Gap catalog, which was steeply angled on some other things. All the Gap catalog had needed was a little momentum to start gliding like a sled on snow with the smooth, high polished cover paper. Next thing, her boot leg porn DVDs followed down to the ground: "Training of O", "Home wrecker 4", and "Squirting 101."

Out of reflex, she immediately pushed the contraband under her desk and put her book bag from her recent college days over it. Her face blushed. Her heart was pounding. She still wasn't used to the safety of living on her own. When she caught her thoughts, her hands slipped into the trench coat to feel the cold stainless steel of her Smith & Wesson police issue type hand cuffs. This was her time to do whatever she wanted. She was free, off age, and with pay check.

The doorbell rang. She jumped around. Her messy string of hair ran through her face. She checked her hair. She dropped a breath mint. She thought of something to say, "Oh, how lovely is the night tonight." That's too boring. "Hello tiger, what are you packing." That sounds too much like cliché. She had to get going. Her high heel leather boots sounded on the wooden floor. She carefully removed the chain, the dead bolt, and the regular lock.

The hallway was dimly lit by an overhead light every two studio apartment doors. Her ankles wobbled in the high heels. She was trying to focus on her upper body to strut with poise and purpose. Yet, her feet were shaky little things. The stiletto heel was but a little finger. The black leather reached up her calves to beneath the knees. Yet, it was soft, moldable leather that barely had a grip on her foot.

Half way to the entrance door, the wobble shifted her ass out of control. Her whole body felt like a helpless limb flung around by momentum and gravity. The boot bent under her away, so that she was standing on the side of foot with the heel resting sideways on the ground. Her hand was hit the wall hard to arrest her fall.

The sound of her door ball sounded faintly from behind her through the locked door. She was desperate to get to that door to avoid being late. She was desperate not to be seen struggling. She wanted to be that sexy queen, not the little, uneducated girl.

A door opened. An old gray-haired woman with a hairnet and shriveled mouth with thin lips looked at Charlotte. The old woman was bent forward wearing a woolen black jacket and tight full length skirt of a stiff fabric.

"Oh, it's you, my child Charlotte."

"Yes, Annie. You look wonderful tonight."

"Oh, it's the apples that give my cheeks a shine. How is the new job?"

"Everyone is wonderful. I'm learning a lot."

Charlotte's face betrayed her black trench coat, black stiletto leather boots dress, and the fiery red lip stick. Her eyes looked nervous and unsure about what to say. Her lips made the polite, silent smile of a child that only speaks, when spoken to. The pose went out of her shoulders to surrender her confidence. She shifted her weight with unease left and right and back until the old woman gave her permission to move on.

With a sigh of relief, she strutted on towards the door, towards her date, towards the handsome Jonny whom she had met at the corner bar at 7th Street and Avenue A. He stood out in the dark with erect spine and his feet side to side. He wore his nicest black collar shirt and cross hatched slacks that had an ironing line that started sharp and quickly disappeared towards the knee. He was holding a single red rose in his hand.

They hugged full body. His hand quickly found her ass and squeezed through the trench coat. She didn't work out. She was naturally skinny. His hand was filled with a small helping of soft flesh. The bareness of her ass under the trench coat was immediately apparent. Because of its size, he held the whole thing in her hand from the ass crack to the outside thigh.

She immediately protested with her little, clenched fist against his chest. "Not here!" They were standing at the entrance with a few bushes obscuring the sidewalk. A weak 40 watt outdoor light let them gaze into each other's' face. His face showed paleness, inexperience, and coolness at the same time. He was a boy toy. He knew things. He had cool friends. 30 yards away was the bright cone of the street lamp lighting up park cars with glisteningly clean paint jobs. In that direction, she pulled him.

Out in the light, she got a little crumpled piece of paper out. That was her little black list of taboos. Blow job was crossed out, so was anal, cum on titties, and school girl uniform. The first line still waiting to be crossed out said: "Sex in the park at night."

When he read that, he shook his head forward: "Fuck, are you amazing! I'll have to marry you one day." She smirked with pride and turned her face away in a fake blush. She did not know that yet. It was not her being cool that made her feel cool. It was seeing the reflection of cool in the face of others that made her feel cool. To be desirable, she didn't need to be beautiful. She needed an admirer, whose face looked like he was looking at the most beautiful thing.

Hand in hand, they trailed through the abandoned sidewalk of the night. They turned onto the walkway with the little pebble stones that drew them into the park. Regal Garden was a giant green expense in the dense city, where plants and trees were allowed to grow wild. The grass was occasionally mowed by shit-pebble producing sheep. Otherwise, the wild flowers were left to show their meek, motley selves. Trees grew large and towering with shadows that killed all underbrush. Bushes were ugly, tough, and healthful.

A few main trails were filled with pebbles or sand. From there a myriad of dirt trails were trampled by people. The dirt was sometimes wet or had depressions that collected big rain puddles. During the day, some areas drew thick crowds of sun bathers and Frisbee throwers, while other areas were completely abandoned.

The couple strode deeper into the park with nobody around. As the pebbles thinned out, her heels sunk into the moist dirt. She had to walk on her toes like a ballerina dancer. That was too much after a few gates. She stopped to pull of the boots, while holding onto his right bicep to steady herself. With her free leg's knee bend to rest her foot on the standing knee to get a hold of the boot, her crotch was gaping open. He quickly reached with his free hand in to get his fingertips in between the slits of her pussy.

"Not yet! We have to get to a more remote place." Her protest sounded so cute, because her voice betrayed how focused she was on getting dirty soon. At the same time, her voice sounded so weak that he felt like a strong man, and she was merely a play in his hands that could be bent to however he pleased. He was a well-mannered young man and waited for her.

She walked for a few steps and stopped. "Oh, my pantyhose are getting ruined." She held onto his bicep again to roll her panty hose down. Her bare feet stepped onto the three inch long grass. It was wet from the cool evening air. The grass was somewhat sparse. She could feel the soft earth underneath her feet. Her clean, freshly showered feet were stepping onto the dirt and getting dirty. She could feel the dirt molding to her feet. The big toe on the push off dug in deeper. It felt dirty to have her feet covered with moist earth. It turned her on a little more.

When they reached Sheep Meadow, they had walked for twenty minutes and not met a single soul. The full moon was glistening gloriously over the meadow. A few clouds drifted through the moon light. Thick bushes and small trees lined the meadow from all sides. Not a single maintained path let into this area. There were no park benches. Even the wildlife was silently asleep.

Charlotte dropped one button open after the next from her trench coat. The center of her chest and belly glistened in the pale moonlight. She wore no panties, yet due to the lighting one could not see the details. She let the trench coat drop down her shoulders.

Completely and utterly naked, the 5' 3" girl stood in the middle of the meadow. The softly rolling meadow showed her as a center piece. Her B cups were firm and well-shaped. Her right boob looked a little more to the side than her left boob. Her belly was completely smooth, no baby fat and no muscles, simply smooth. She stood in a pose with her right leg lightly bent like a model for a shoot to let him fully take her in, to let him get horny, to let him swell in his pants, to savor this moment of her beauty revealed in the jaw drop and wide eyes of his face.

She dropped to her knees in front of him. Had she made him hard enough? Would she know how to open his man-pants? She unlatched his belt reveling in the manliness of a thick, heavy leather belt. Her young fingers got the pant button quickly open. There was another latch button behind. She was confused to why the pants didn't open. Her fingers searched the inside of his waist line.

He was quick to help. She pushed his fingers away out of pride. As her fingers hastily explored the inside waist line, her finger nails kept bumping into the tip of his erect penis. The titillation of those bare, accidental touches made him groan with anticipation. She found the latch button. The zipper went down. She pulled the pants down to his ankles. For a moment, he was scared to be exposed in public. Then, he remembered that she was completely naked and put the thought away.

"Oh, is that all for me? It's so big?" It was average. She had learned in a Penthouse column that telling guys that would turn them on.

He gleamed with a big smile: "Yeah, baby, that's all for you."

Her fingers quickly shoved the cock in her mouth. Remember, no teeth. She carefully tucked her teeth behind her lips. She remembered to suck hard. She remembered to look up at him, which gave her big eyes like a puppy begging for food. She stared straight into his eyes, as the cock went in and out of her mouth. His eyes were locked onto hers and turned slowly into a trance like stare. Her cheeks were puckered from sucking.

She put his hands on the back of her head. She had read in a Hustler column that guys love the feeling of control, the idea that they are shoving her head down their cocks. Yet, it is a complete illusion of control. She could push away at any time. He let out blood curling, muffled moans that were chased by little shivers.

"I want to fuck you in the ass," stammered he through pressed lips with a deeply baritone voice.

She knew that her ass would be clean. She had gone to the bathroom. However, the smell of her ass would be rubbed on his penis. She thought the idea of him walking through the city with her ass smell on his dick naughty.

Without words, she turned around onto her hands and knees with the trench coat underneath her as a blanket. He hastily stepped out of his pants and shoes to grab her body from behind. His hands followed down her arms to the ground to be over her.

"Hey, there is an old iron ring from the shepherd to tie his dog or herd of sheep to."

"Oh, baby, get those handcuffs and handcuff me against it. That would be so naughty."

He searched for her trench coat pockets. The full moon night was bright. Yet, seeing the details of the coat was hard. He found them. He ratcheted one hand cuff around her slender wrist, fed the other through the iron loop, and ratcheted the other one in place. Even though, she was still in control, the back of her mind told her that she depended on him to unlock her. It made her more submissive and pliable to him moving her around into the perfect doggy style position.

He pushed her chest flat onto the ground and raised her butt high into the air. Her arms were outreached straight overhead, drawn out by the metal ring in the ground. Her knees were spread wide to give him access. Her face was so pushed toward the ground that she could only see the grass around her. The ground had a thin soft layer of moist dirt, yet was mostly hard. The grass was thin and barely buffered the ground.

With one swipe, he pushed his manhood into her vagina to loop up. She was dripping wet. He had not stimulated her physically yet. However, her mental fantasies were alive of being naked in public, taken in the ass, and chained to the ground like a farm animal. He dove his penis into her again to make sure that it was really lubed up. If it were up to her, she wanted to feel him dive into her again.

However, his mind was driven to fuck her in the ass. So, he placed the tip of his cock against her puckered anal opening. His fingers carefully felt around his butt crack to find the right place. Everything around her cunt was messy wet with her juice. The puckered hole was close by.

He gently pushed his head in. It went in effortlessly. Her juices had coated his penis so well that it was so slippery that she could not have kept him outside even if she had pulled her asshole tight. Even though, she was willing, the helplessness of her back entrance surprised her.

"Are you okay?"

"Yes, baby, I want you to come!"

She wished that her hands were free to rub her clit. In the absence of her clit, the only stimulation that she could get was from rubbing her ass against his groin. Every once in a while, she could feel his balls bounce against her pussy lips. She pushed and reached her ass for his cock, pubic bones, balls, whatever she could managed to rub from her nether regions against his for stimulation.

And he came, quick and hard. The mental stimulation of ass fucking, naked in the park, helplessly bound girl was too much for him to hold onto his seed for long. The guilt of premature ejaculation set in quickly. His mind told him to eat her out, even though he knew that she wouldn't feel the same fun with him doing a chore rather than driven by horniness.

"Hey, can you unlock the hand cuffs, so that I can turn over. It's more comfortable to get eaten that way."

"Sure, where are the keys?"

"Oh, shoot, they are at your house. That's why I took the hand cuffs, so that I wouldn't forget!"

There was just silence, a shriveling penis, and a drying cunt.

"I'll pull the ring out."

He stood with his feet over the metal ring. She was on her elbows and looked up at him with a helpless face. His face reddened to a blood vessel bursting intensity as he was pulling up with a bent over back, holding his breath hard. Not even a budge.

Charlotte giggled out loud. The situation was so absurd. Laughter is a way of disconnecting from reality. His face now reddened from embarrassment of being laughed at. His laboring redness was dark purple and mostly in his face directly. His embarrassment redness tended to spread over his neck and color his ears with a light crimson red.

"Run home and get the keys! I'll be fine here. There is nobody around. I might masturbate like a freak while you are gone. If you don't run, you are missing the show."

"Are you sure?"

"Run already. I'll feel better when the handcuffs are unlocked."

He quickly pulled his pants up and ran. His footsteps sounded through the grass. Yet, the moist soil quickly muffled his footsteps. And then he was gone in the bushes. All she had was the silence of the wildlife asleep, the city sounds too distant to reach her. Her eyes were by now well attuned to the moonlight. The bushes around the meadow became familiar.

The night air felt cooler than when they had entered the park. The air was now completely still. The evening breeze had died down. The moon was two hand widths higher. His cum slowly oozed out of her ass. The first drip slowly crawled down her perineum. It felt like each follicle that it passed tickled her. She could not scratch herself. She could have shaken her butt. Yet, she kind of liked the slow feel. The first cum drop reached her pussy. The drop somehow dissolved on her labia. The next drop came. Eventually, it oozed across her pussy lips and pooled on her new coat.

The calmness of the night soothed her. Lightly erotic feelings of nudity started rousing in her, when she heard a shuffle. She tried to walk in a half circle on her hands and knees. However, the chain between the hand cuffs was so short and the iron ring so low that she could not turn. With her head tilted down, she had to peer between her arms and thighs in the direction of the noise. 

The sound grew clearer to indicate footsteps. They were male, heavy footsteps. They were slow and dragging. She tried to hide. She moved her body. She lay flat on her belly to have the lowest contour. Though, now she could not even peer into the direction of the sound. She could only try to stifle her agitated breath and count the grass in front of her. Out of poor animal instinct, she believed if she could press herself flatter, she would be invisible.

"Holy cow! That is a naked woman!"

She tried to be silent, somehow irrationally hoping that he was looking at something or someone else.

"I thought someone had left a basket or clothing behind that I could use."

His voice was rough. He lacked the articulation of an office person. She could smell him. He smelled of wine, cheap wine, and lots of body odor, not the sexy Calvin Klein workout model body odor, the ripe nastiness of a homeless.

The steps came closer. Her heart was near bursting from the intense pumping that it did. Then, he was right there. He took another step. She had thought that he was already right there. He took another step. He must have been standing on her coat. A rough shoe poked her hard in the rib. She jumped up and curled into fetal position. She craned her neck around to see him.

The man jumped back. "Ah, I wanted to see if you are alive. You are alive."

The seized each other up. Charlotte was naked on the floor, crouching to cover her boobs with her knees and get as far away as possible from him. Her pale white skin was shining clear in the full moon that was now fully overhead.

His eyes looked even more scared. He had seen abuse and knew how defenseless a homeless was without an attorney. He would have run away. However, because she was so scared of him, he stayed. He looked her over. He looked her naked body over, that sweet young flesh, the butt, the nubile feet under her butt, the side boobage that he got to see. And then he noticed the handcuffs and the ring.




Bound to Happen



"Oh, you can't get away. That's why you are scared of me."

"My boyfriend and I were playing. We thought we were alone. We didn't want to bother anyone. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry," she tried to explain and stammer.

He immediately knew that she was in a weaker mental frame. And he knew how to take advantage of any opening.

"Do you spare a quarter?"

"Of course, just take it out of my coat pocket."

The man quickly bent down. She could see his filthy hands. They were browned from dirt. They had dried red wine marks. They had calluses. The fingers moved across the trench coat fabric. She carefully crawled her body sideways to let him search the coat. He pulled the coat out from under her. Now she was bereft of everything, her keys and all. Her body was on the uncovered ground.

He took his time fishing through her pockets. He found her purse. He looked through the purse.

"You look handsome on your driver license. I like the pig tails. So, you are 23 years old and got your license in Milwaukee. You are a far way from home. So am I. If a veteran ever has a home but the army."

"Can you just take the quarter and not look through my stuff?"

"See this is a nice coat. I could take the whole coat. In my time, I have often been jumped in the street and lost my jacket. That's how I learned not to wear nice things. And when I sleep, I always keep one eye open so nobody steals my shoes."

She yanked at her handcuffs to get closer to him in an outburst. It only made him experience her helplessness even more.

"I worked hard for that coat. That's at least two days of my pay!"

"I didn't say that I would take it. I only said that I could."

"Why are you messing with me."

She was now angry. She tried kicking him with her foot. To attempt to reach him, she had to crawl on her knees with her butt facing him. Her modesty of covering her slit was gone. Her bare feet kept stabbing into the night air into the direction of his voice. He watched her laboring cuteness from a safe distance.

He kept rifling through her purse until he found the crumpled up note. While scratching his skin, he read the crossed out items and then the open bucket list items. They were mostly short phrases, except for the very last one: "Act out a forbidden fantasy from the erotic long tale novel: Be forced by my lover to service a nasty homeless in the street."

He read that last one out loud to see her reaction.

"No, that's private. That's for fantasy play with my boyfriend. I don't mean to have sex with a real homeless."

"In all my years in the army, that never happened. In all my years, in the street such a thing never happened. However, I will make you a bargain. You tell me about your fantasy. And I will leave you with your coat and all your money."

"That's unfair!"

"Well, all you need to do is give me a little bit of your fantasy."

"Okay, my lover would take me into a dark harbor street in the abandoned part of town. He'd point at a homeless sleeping near the docks. He'd tell me to open his pants and eat him with all the foul smell. And the foul smell would just degrade me so much and turn me on so much."

He reached into her purse and threw her driver license in front of her. She quickly grabbed it with both hands and clutched it so tightly that no bit of it was visible anymore.

"Tell me more for your house keys."

"And then my lover would tell me to strip naked and put my beaver over the man's face. My clean, shaven, and loved beaver would go over that dirty mouth with the yellow teeth and that god horrible smell. And that reek wafting into my pussy would shudder me and turn me on at the same time."

The keys went in an arc flying into the grass in front of her with a clattering sound.

"Credit card?"

"And I'd get so horny that I could not hold myself back and I'd have to jump on his cock. And my lover would not allow me to wear a condom so that we would be skin to skin. There would be no separation between us. I would be so humiliated by my horniness driving me to fuck that guy."

The credit card flew rotating through the air and landed softly. She collected her belongings under her boobs and kept her body protective over them.

"The rest of your wallet!"

"That's it. That's my whole fantasy. And then we, my boyfriend and I, would make a sandwich. Of course, we'd never do it in real. We'd only act it out on each other."

"Do you want to smell what a homeless cock smells like?"

"Ugh, no!"

"You don't have to touch it. Just smell it for a moment. You can even hold your breath."

"Okay. But only a second."

The man got in front of her and kneeled. He was wearing two blankets on top of each other, perhaps a poncho beneath it. His pants were large and ripped. He definitely kept warm by piling all kinds of things on top of him. He looked large. Perhaps, the military had given him muscles back then that were now augmented by fat of poor nutrition.

He had drawstring pants that he popped open. His penis was almost normal, and almost clean. She inhaled. It did reek. It smelled like a boy's room times ten. There was this intense smell of unwashed cock and teenage masturbation.

"You did smell! You didn't hold your breath!"

"I was curious."

She reached tried to reach with both hands for the cock. Yet her hands could not lift of the ground with the hand cuffs. She had to lean forward for her pointed tongue reach his cock. He looked puzzled.

"I was curious," she repeated. "I won't get to taste that again in my life."

"So, is it like in your fantasy."

"I could not really taste it." She leaned forward more to swallow his cock for a moment. She was careful to have her lips around his cock very precise and formal. She pulled back.

"It tastes way worse than I imagined. It's a guttural kind of revulsion that makes my core shudder. At the same time, there is an instinctive drive to go nuts and taste more."

"Why don't you go for it?"

"I won't give you a blow job?"

"Well, you earned your wallet."

He handed it to her and sat down in the grass. He looked over her body up close. She was resting on her elbows. Her boobs were hanging down. The hanging made them seem even more tender. Her earlobes were small and tender. Everything about her was tender and youthful. His gaze wondered down the curved small of her back. He ogled the twin bulbs of her butt. "It's funny," he thought to himself, "a young girl can be ugly. However, the youth makes her beautiful regardless. She realized that the girl was really just average in her age group. Yet, to him, she looked like an Arabian princess wet dream."

He ripped out a piece of grass. He let the grass slowly trail over her shoulder, down along her spine, around her butt. She looked at him defiantly and calmly. She knew that she wasn't going to rape her. He had spent way too much time on small talk and shown who he was. He licked his lips and looked coyly, even questioning at her face before the grass drifted down between her butt cheeks and gently played with her pussy. She could barely feel it. His fingers stayed away a respectful distance.

"I know how riled up the mob gets about rape. I won't rape you. I'm not even touching you. I want you to remember that."

Even in such a helpless situation rules were drawn in the sand. He could toy with her, gaze his eyes out, yet he could never cross lines that would get him into real trouble in the aftermath. The grass flicked left and right trying to part her vaginal lips. She couldn't even feel it. She also didn't open his legs to help him. He had immense fun tittering on the delicate line of serious taboo and joyful lust.

The grass drew the moistness of her pussy and cum of her lover onto her thighs like a paint brush. He could smell her young, healthy pussy and the musky smell of her ass. The moon light made her hair shimmer beautifully. A sound in the bushes disturbed him.

"That's my boyfriend. He's gonna beat you up."

The homeless ran as fast as he could. "Here is your coat and all," he whispered with outstretched legs, while he tossed everything softly into the grass nearby. She could hear it softly falling.

Her boyfriend came, swiftly unlocked her, and looked at her with expecting eyes that twinkled with lust.

"Let's just go home."

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This story was inspired by "NonGenericBrand". He has the story of the same title on Literotica. I simply loved the theme so much that I had to make my own version to be able to re-experience it. You should check out the original.



Bound to Happen



This started out as a Niece\Uncle incest story but something wouldn't let me write it that way. So I made an admittedly contrived change, added some mild bondage and came up with this. I don't think it's the end of the story for these two though; I have a couple of angst-ridden ideas that may make a sequel. 

*************

Clara turned up outside my door, tears pouring down her face, a bruise blossoming around her right eye, and a suitcase in either hand.

"Uncle, can I stay here tonight? Mom and me have had a fight and I've left home." She asked.

"Of course you can stay. Tell me what happened." I was horrified to see the bruise. I knew that I couldn't just send her packing, even though I wasn't sure about letting her stay.

I wasn't really her uncle. My older brother had married her mother and gained a stepdaughter. A couple of years ago he'd killed himself driving his car too fast around a corner. The inquest had said he was well over the legal alcohol limit. Clara's mother had retreated to the bottle herself. We had all tried at one time or another to bring her out but we had all failed. These days only I visited them at all; and that was only to see that Clara was all right. Clara was bright and pretty, six months away from leaving her teens behind, and trying hard to help her mother. That had changed tonight though. She told me about the argument and how her mother had hit her in her drunken rage. Clara had packed her bags and left, heading for the only safe place she knew: My place.

I let her pour her heart out to me, the one older person she felt she could trust, and told her she could have the bed and I'd sleep on the couch. I told her maybe things would seem different in the morning and we'd decide what to do then. She thanked me and stumbled off to bed leaving me wondering what would happen the next day.

******

The morning arrived. I'd spent an uncomfortable night on the sofa trying to sleep. Instead I'd worried about what I could do for Clara. She was old enough to make her own decisions now, but obviously needed some sort of guidance and I wondered if I was up to it, never having been a parent. Clara had awoken feeling much better she said. That didn't extend to going back, she was positive about that. When I asked her where she was going to go Clara looked at me in surprise.

"Go? I don't want to go anywhere else. I was hoping to stay here."

"Here? What, with me? Are you sure?" I asked, already wondering what people would think.

"You're the only person who really cares about me. Don't you want me to stay?"

"It's not that." I replied helplessly. "It's that this is only a small flat and what will they say?"

"What will who say?"

"You know, everybody." I shrugged ineffectually. "A young woman and an older man living together in such a tiny flat."

"I don't care about this mythical 'them', as long as you don't mind. If you don't want me here just say and I'll go." Clara looked at me sadly with puppy-dog eyes. I couldn't stand it and caved in.

"You're welcome to stay as long as you like Clara, but if you are going to then I insist that you have your own bed."

"Of course. I can use your spare room." She smiled for the first time since she'd arrived. The 'spare room' was more like an extended cupboard where I kept my accumulated junk.

"All right." I sighed. "Have some breakfast and then we'll go and get you a bed from somewhere. 

****** 

It didn't take us too long to clear out enough space for a bed in the box room. I personally moved the more 'sensitive' boxes, the ones with my stash of bondage mags and suchlike, to my bedroom and then we put up Clara's new bed. I left her to put the sheets and duvet on how she wanted and went to the kitchen to make some coffee. Waiting for the kettle I heard her shifting things around to make some more space. I called out to her once the drinks were ready and leant back sipping mine. Clara came into the kitchen looking thoughtful and waving a couple of Polaroid photos around absently. A quick glance at the pictures gave me a sudden pang as I realised that I must have missed one of the boxes that I hadn't wanted Clara to see.

"Uncle, I found these pictures." She said. I waited for what was sure to be an embarrassing question. When it came it wasn't one that I was expecting. "Have you tied many women up?"

"One or two." I replied quietly after a stunned silence.

"This one seemed to be enjoying it." She said, looking at the pictures.

"Yes, she did." I wondered where Clara was going with this. 

"Could you perhaps tie me up?"

"WHAT!? NO!! Why?" To say that I was shocked was an understatement. Clara just looked at me, amusement at my reaction dancing across her face.

"There's no need to have a coronary. I wasn't suggesting I act out a chapter from 'The Story Of O' or something. I just wanted to find out what being tied up was like." She gave me her sweetest smile and I calmed down a little. "I thought it might be safer for someone I trust to tie me up that's all, and I trust you more than anyone else." Again she gave me the smile. She had a point, that I had to concede. "And it's not as if you'd be doing anything wrong as you're not really my Uncle." That was also true, if somewhat irrelevant. "Please?" Clara fluttered her eyelids and my resolve just caved in.

"Okay," I sighed, "you win. But there are conditions."

"Go on."

"You'll be fully clothed at all times, I will not tie ropes anywhere near any of your intimate areas, and if you don't like it or it begins to hurt, you are to say so and I'll stop." I counted my rules off on my fingers.

Clara smiled. "I accept your conditions, and want to add one of my own: You tie proper, tight knots."

"Oh all right, I agree." I sighed.

"Good. So when can we start?" She grinned a grin that told me she had won, and I hadn't even known it was a competition.

"Hold your horses, I'll need to get some stuff together first." I made a feeble protest.

"I think you'll find what you want in those boxes you moved into your room earlier." Clara gave me her most wicked smirk.

"You're bloody eager aren't you? All right; thirty minutes time, in your room. Be ready." I tried to sound stern.

******

When I entered the room carrying a box with the things I thought I'd need Clara was sitting demurely on the edge of her new bed waiting for me. She was wearing a sweatshirt, a pair of denim shorts and a pair of those thick black tights teenagers seem to like wearing. She looked up eagerly.

"Are you sure you want to do this Clara?" I asked one last time.

"I'm absolutely sure, I wouldn't have asked you otherwise." She gave me the eyelids again. "Please?"

"All right." I gave a sigh. "Hands behind your back."

She turned her back to me, presenting her hands crossed at the wrist. Taking a shortish piece of rope I deftly tied them together. Carla strained a little against the knots, testing them.

"All right?" I asked.

"It doesn't seem very tight." She sounded a bit disappointed.

"It's tight enough, and I haven't finished yet."

"Oh, okay, carry on then."

I took a longer piece of rope and looped it around Clara's waist a couple of times before tying it off to her wrists.

"See?" I said.

"I see now, sorry."

"One more rope and I'll be finished with your arms." I said partly to myself, before binding her elbows together. Normally I'd wrap some more rope around your upper arms and chest, but that would be infringing our 'no intimate areas' condition."

"I wouldn't mind." Clara said with a surprising hint of hope.

"No. We made the rules and we must stick to them."

"Oh all right then. What's next?"

"Now I'm going to immobilise those pretty legs of yours." I stopped for a second, wondering why I'd said that, other than the fact that she did have pretty legs. Maybe I hadn't noticed before, or, maybe I had noticed but hadn't let myself think of Clara in that way. Whatever, I shrugged and picked up some more ropes. With three pieces I bound Clara's legs together; at the ankles, below the knees and above the knees. She wriggled her legs, again testing my work. Her face was now becoming a little flushed. "One more rope sweetie." I told her.

"Where?" She asked, a little puzzled.

"Lie face down on the bed and I'll show you."

"Oh! I get it; a hogtie!"

"Not a classic one, but yes, a hogtie." I looped the rope between her ankles and then her elbows, pulling them towards each other but refraining from making it too tight. "Okay, that's it." I said sitting back. Clara squirmed around a little, testing the knots again. "How does it feel?" I asked.

"Well, I certainly feel restrained." She replied.

"Should I untie you then?"

"NO! Not yet. You've got to leave me like this for at least an hour if I'm going to find out what it's like."

"Well, okay." I said with a hint of worry. "But if it starts to hurt you have to call me."

"I promise I will." She said. "Now leave me to it."

I reluctantly left and went to try and find something to take my mind off the act I was perpetrating.

******

It didn't work. I kept seeing the image of Clara all tied up in my mind and was surprised that I wasn't disgusted with myself; but I was intrigued. I looked at my watch for the umpteenth time and saw that finally Clara had had her hour. I went to her room and tentatively pushed open the door. There was a scent I hadn't smelt for a while in the air; the scent of arousal. Clara looked round at me, a flustered look on her face.

"Uncle, when you untie me please don't turn me over."

"Please don't call me 'uncle' when you're tied up. We should have made it condition number five."

"What shall I call you then? Master?"

"Almost as bad, but better." I said, beginning to release her by undoing the hogtie. "And why shouldn't I turn you over?"

"It's embarrassing." She muttered, going redder.

"I think I'd better investigate." I said as I loosened the ropes around her wrists and elbows. I rolled her over as soon as the ropes feel free. Her hands flew to cover the crotch of her shorts but it was too late, I could see the damp patch that was between her legs that had soaked through her knickers, her tights and her shorts. "It seems a bit pointless to ask you if you found you like to be bound." I said wryly.

"Being tied up made me so horny. And wet." She said, looking up at me with her flushed face.

"So now you know." I smiled.

"Yes, I do. And I want to try some more." She replied with a glint in her eyes.

"No Clara, I won't do it again." 

"Please."

"No. It's not right. Never again." I was as firm as I could be.

It didn't work.

*****

Over a month had passed since Clara had moved in. She had found herself a job because she said she didn't want to feel that she was sponging off me. And we had settled into a weekly routine. All through that first week Clara had worn down my resistance until we reached a compromise. I would tie her up once a week at the weekend. She had made me see that she wasn't a child anymore, but a young woman who knew what she was getting into. In a way that was almost as bad because it made me look at her differently; as a woman and a fairly attractive woman at that. Oh, she was never going to be on the cover of a magazine, but was more than capable of drawing admiring glances. I just couldn't help feeling that it was wrong of me to think of her in that way though.

*******

For the previous three weeks I had simply tied Clara's hands and feet to her bed on a Friday night and released her again in the morning. However this Friday she was being awkward to my mind; she wanted to change the parameters of our agreement.

"It's just too warm to be wearing pyjamas AND underwear!" She declared with a pout. It was a marvellous pout, and it was working too. "I mean, I'll still have my bra and panties on so you won't be able to actually see anything."

"That's not the point. The point is that it's against one of the conditions we agreed."

"But it's me that wants to change the conditions not you."

"What's the point of agreeing to rules if you're not going to stick to them?"

"What's the point of them if they interfere with the basic idea of me enjoying being tied up?" The pout was working overtime. "That reminds me; in your magazines some of those women have ropes criss-crossing their bodies and I'd like to try that."

"And that would be a 'NO' because it transgresses condition two about intimate areas." I said patiently.

"But it's ME that wants to change things." The pout developed a wobble of the lip.

"And it's me that's saying no." I said smugly, thinking I was on to a winner.

"I could always get someone else to tie me up." Clara said slyly. That had me torn. I was fairly certain she wouldn't want someone else to bind her, but she might. It was a big 'but'. I had introduced her to the world of rope and would feel responsible if got hurt, even if it was someone else who hurt her. These thoughts ran through my brain and I sighed to myself. Clara had won. Again.

"Okay." I said quietly. "I'll do it."

"Goody." She said, slipping off her pyjamas and looking at me expectantly.

For a moment I couldn't help but look at her lithe young body in front of me. My god, how had I not noticed how wonderful she looked before now?

"Uncle, are you all right?" She asked.

"Not 'Uncle'." I croaked.

"Yes Master." She said with a cheeky grin.

"Okay," I grinned back, "I suppose I can live with that for a couple of hours a week." Clara was leading me, I knew. But the deeper in I got the more I wanted to be led. And the whole thing of thinking up ways to drag me along was obviously giving Clara pleasure. I got out a long rope I hadn't had cause to use before and began to tie her in the way she wanted to try. I looped the rope around her neck and proceeded to tie it so that it gave the 'tortoiseshell' effect that she was on about, being careful around her breasts so as not to touch them. She might have been all right with that but I wasn't; at least, not yet. 

I stepped back to check how it looked. Not too shabby, I thought. Clara peered down at what I had done.

"That looks more like it." She beamed. I nodded; it did look good on her.

"Okay, lie down and I'll get you settled for the night." I said. She quickly got into position on the bed, spreading her limbs to the corners of the frame. "What are you doing?" I asked.

"I just thought a different arrangement might be nice." She replied with a glint in her eye.

"But spread-eagled?"

"Why not? A classic position."

"Oh, if you insist." I gave in again.

"And can you leave the duvet off? It really is warm tonight."

"Anything else?" I asked in exasperation as I bound her wrists and ankles to the corners of the bed frame.

"Master can I ask why you never gag me?"

"I'm beginning to wonder myself." I sighed. "Condition three, remember?"

"Oh yes. What about a blindfold then?"

"You are pushing it tonight missy." I said, but without rancour.

"Please?" This time there was a fluttering of eyelids.

With yet another sigh I grabbed a piece of material and covered her eyes, eyes that were shining with excitement, and tied it behind her head.

"Happy now?" I asked a little sarcastically.

"Yes thank you," there was a slight pause and then with a grin, "Master." I couldn't help but smile at the inflection she put on the word. I turned out the light, but instead of leaving as I had before I stopped and looked down at Clara spread out before me. Even in this poor light she made an astonishing sight. I realised I was falling for her. Falling for a girl to all intents and purposes I considered my niece. What sort of person was I? The thing was, it was feeling less and less wrong. I closed the door and went to my room, pulling out some of my magazines. It looked as if I was going to have to brush up on some of my techniques.

*****

I was right about that. For the next few weeks Clara kept coming up with ingenious ideas about how to be tied up and I had to adapt what I knew to fit in with her plan. About six weeks after the 'spread-eagled' night Clara came to me on the Saturday evening after our usual Friday night session. I lowered the newspaper I was reading.

"Master." I raised an eyebrow; she usually only called me that when she was tied, but she ignored the movement and carried on. "Do you mind if I tie myself up? Only I bought these handcuffs and I'd like to try them out." She dangled the cuffs in front of me.

"If you really want to, carry on. I suppose you want me as a safety net?"

"Please." She smiled, although there was a wicked glint in her eyes. "I thought I might try a crotch rope too." I raised my eyebrow again. "It's not against condition two if I do it myself."

"I suppose not." I smiled back. "Go on, enjoy yourself. I'll check up on you in a couple of hours." I said and raised my paper again.

"Great! Thank you." With that she shot off to her room.

I suppose I must have dozed off in front of the TV, keeping up with Clara was taking it out of me a bit. I was awoken by a warm moist feeling in my groin. My eyes struggled open to see Clara bobbing her head up and down, my cock in her mouth.

"Clara! What are you doing?"

She sat back on her heels and looked up at me.

"Am I doing it wrong?" She asked.

"You shouldn't be doing it at all."

"Why not? It's not illegal."

"Illegal. Maybe not, but possibly immoral I'd say."

"Can't see it myself." The pout was back.

"You're practically my niece for gods sake."

"But not actually your niece." She said smugly.

I was about to reply that I didn't think of her in a sexual way when I realised that wasn't true anymore. My mouth opened and closed for a moment and then I noticed something else; Clara was topless and even appeared to have a clothes peg on each of her nipples. Her pert pink nipples. I closed and then opened my eyes in the hope I was wrong but I wasn't. This was in addition to the crotch rope she'd already said she was going to try.

"Are you trying to break all the conditions in one go madam?" I said tiredly.

"Just showing you what you're missing." She grinned.

"I KNOW what I'm missing dammit."

"Still to soon for this then?"

"You mean..." I trailed off as I caught on to what she was implying.

"Of course. Girls love a father figure and mine is available."

"I'm sorry Clara, I just can't, at least not yet."

"So you don't want me to finish what I started?" She nodded at my still hard dick.

"Not while I'm watching." I smiled.

"Close your eyes then." She said cheekily.

"I'll still know dozy."

She sighed and struggled to her feet, her hands still evidently cuffed behind her back.

"I'd better go back to my room. It seems I was premature." There were tears welling in her eyes. I stood up, put my hands on her shoulders and looked her steadfastly face to face.

"Clara, in a way you're right; technically nothing you're doing is wrong. It's me, my mindset. But even that is changing. When you turned up at my door I saw a girl who was practically my niece. I look at you now and see a beautiful sexy young woman who is unfortunately practically my niece. Who knows what I'll be thinking in another couple of months."

"So my wicked wiles are working." She brightened up.

"Slowly. Just give me time to adjust my thinking Clara." I glanced down at the pegs on her sweet tits. "By the way, it's gonna hurt when you take those off."

"Maybe I can find someone to kiss them better?" She said with a hopeful smile.

"Someday maybe."

She gave a sigh, turned and padded off to her room. As she did, I could see for the first time that she had threaded her new handcuffs through her experimental crotch rope. You little devil I thought to myself as I watched as she walked away.





Bound to Happen



*****

For the next five or six weeks not much changed. Clara seemed to ease off from her pursuit of ever more stringent bondage, staying instead at a level that I felt more or less comfortable with supplying. Once or twice she disappeared into her room to try out something that she thought I wouldn't approve of or wouldn't want to try. She did however continue to hint suggestively about the two of us but wasn't at all put out by my ignoring them. I began to get the feeling that she was planning something; building up to it slowly, but I had no idea what. I would have to wait and find out. In a way I was looking forward to seeing what she'd come up with next.

*****

Clara had taken herself off again, to try another way of binding herself. She had asked if she could use my room as it was bigger and had my computer and, more importantly for her experiment, computer chair. I had seen her pass through the lounge with a piece of string with a block off ice in the middle, shortening it; tonight's escape mechanism. She had asked if I'd check on her in a couple of hours if she didn't come out, but that had been nearly three hours ago. A little guilty because of my tardiness I eased open my bedroom door, wondering what I'd find. Clara had tied her legs to the chair and cuffed her hands behind her back. The string with the key dangled behind her, the ice melted, but still too high for her to reach.

"A slight misjudgement I see." I said.

Clara looked round at me.

"I forgot to factor in the knot." She said simply. I took a long hard look at her; she could have called me at any time but hadn't. I felt that this was actually part of her plan. Her outfit certainly was. There was a certain 'secretary' look about it. A tight skirt, rucked up about her thighs, revealing black stocking tops and suspenders; a white blouse, open down the front so that I could see she was once again playing with pegs on her breasts. This time one on each pert nipple and four more around each tit. Suddenly I could see before me a girl who wanted me and not someone who I thought of as family. I couldn't take my eyes from the picture she presented. "Are you actually going to release me?" Clara asked in a low voice.

"I don't know that I want to yet." I said mildly. "The view is quite interesting."

"It never has been before." Clara said. "You normally just ignore whatever you see."

"I know." I said, sitting on the edge of my bed and turning the chair around to face me. "I can't think what's come over me." I flicked at one of the pegs clipped to her breasts.

"That hurts." She accused.

"Told you it would." I smirked. Her eyes widened a little as I rested a hand on either of her nylon-clad thighs. "This is the next stage in your seduction plan is it?" I asked. Clara nodded slowly. "I think you've cracked it; the right combination of bondage and clothing. More coverage is sometimes more alluring and you seem to have found out about my fondness for pegging." Clara gave a wicked smile of satisfaction. I moved my hands further up her legs, right to the stocking tops; bringing my face in close proximity to hers. "Are you absolutely sure about me?" I asked softly.

"You mean do I want you? Yes. I want you. I want you to do everything to me."

"Everything? At once?"

"Of course not, silly." She grinned, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "We've got loads of time." I leant forward and kissed her gently. I was expecting her to recoil; but instead she kissed back voraciously. Our tongues danced around each other for a while until we needed to breathe. I kissed her again, removing one of the pegs at the same time. Clara moaned softly into the kiss. She repeated that every time I took another peg from the soft flesh of her nubile young tits until they were all off. I dropped my head between her breasts and sucked gently on one of her succulent nipples, massaging the other tit with my hand at the same time, helping to restore the circulation. "Mmmm, that feels nice." Clara murmured. "Could you switch over please?" Obligingly I did as she asked and was rewarded by more appreciative noises. Eventually she spoke again. " Are you going to let me loose?"

"In a while." I smirked. " You started something a few weeks back and I was wondering if you wanted to finish it?"

Clara's eyes opened wide in amazement.

"Yes of course I do." She said before opening her mouth and leaning forward to bring her head to the right level.

My cock had been stiffening since I entered the room and stood out straight as I dropped my trousers and boxers but I didn't plunge it straight into her waiting mouth. Instead I slowly ran the head around her lips; lips that were trembling a little I noticed. Clara looked up at me and whispered 'please'. I relented and carefully pushed my cockhead between her lips and rested it on her tongue. Clara began to move her head back and forth while at the same time stimulating my dick with her tongue. It felt so good I had to concentrate on not shooting off straightaway. Calming myself, I began to thrust my hips in time with Clara's head movements, resting my hands lightly on the top of her head.

"That's good Clara. Where did you learn to do that?" I asked. She paused. "No. Don't stop. It's not important. You can tell me later." All too soon, and despite my best efforts, I felt my nuts tightening ready to blow. "I'm gonna cum soon sweetie." I managed to pant. As I did I realised that I was faced with a dilemma: Should I cum in Clara's mouth? Or should I pull out and shoot my load on her face or chest? And then there wasn't time to wonder; my cock twitched and fired a wad of spunk into her throat. She flinched slightly as if she wasn't expecting it yet but gulped down my jizz, not pulling her head away until she'd swallowed every drop. She licked her lips, a satisfied look on her face. "That was incredible!" I gasped.

"It was more fun than I expected." Clara grinned.

"So where..."

"I've watched girls in porn flicks." She answered. "And I practised with my vibrator."

"Your vibrator?"

"How do you think I keep myself amused?"

"Sorry I asked."

"Never mind that; untie me."

"You're very sure of yourself for someone who is tied to a chair." I pointed out.

"Oh come on; I just want to consummate our mutual feelings."

"What?"

"I just want to make love to you."

"Well, I think that I should toy with you for a while longer. Get my own back for all that suggestive teasing."

"Toy with me? How?" She was genuinely perplexed.

"I dunno really. Ice cubes on the nipples maybe. Or possibly I could shave you between the legs."

"You can't do that." Clara stated, an amused twinkle in her eye.

"And why not? You're still tied up."

"Because I already shave there!" She laughed.

"Really?" I was a little shocked by this revelation. "I'd quite like to see that."

"Only if you let me out of this chair."

"Only if I untie your legs." I corrected her before I began to loosen the ropes holding her legs to the chair, taking the opportunity to run my hands over the stocking-clad limbs again.

"Why are you teasing me like this?" Clara asked, almost exasperated. "It isn't that I'm not enjoying it, but I'd like to know if there's a reason."

"Why have you spent most of your time here teasing me?" I asked in reply.

"Well, because..." She stopped. "Oh."

"Yes, 'oh'." I went behind the chair and, taking the key from the dangling string, unlocked her handcuffs. I had never actually been intending to keep Clara bound, but I felt I was allowed a little teasing in return. It would do her good to be on the receiving end for a change. I kissed her on the nape of the neck as she rubbed her wrists for a moment, taking in this different view of her sweet young breasts, my hands resting on her shoulders. Clara turned her head, smiled, and then stood up carefully, turning to face me.

"So then, are you sure you're ready now?" She asked, looking me straight in the eye.

"As sure as I'll ever be. What about you? Are you sure this is what you want?" 

"I've never been surer of anything." We both took a step forward and wrapped our arms around each other. "And I can feel you're ready for action." She smirked. "Your dick is pressing against my stomach." It was strangely erotic to hear Clara say the word 'dick' for the first time.

"Shut up and kiss me." I said. Our lips locked yet again. I don't know whether it was me trying to manoeuvre Clara towards the bed, or her guiding me, but we fell on the bed with her on top somehow. We both burst out laughing and then once more had a quick bout of tonsil hockey before she stood up and slipped her blouse off her shoulders. "About time." I grinned, lying back with my hands behind my head. "You promised me a view of your naked pussy."

"I did, didn't I?" She said, unzipping the tight-fitting skirt and stepping out of it. This left her in her stockings and a pair of tight satin-like knickers. She must have decided it was time for a little teasing of her own as she turned her back to me as she slipped those off before facing me again, her hands over her crotch. "TA-Dah!" She threw her hands up and left me staring at her absolutely beautiful clean-shaven crotch. "Well, what do you think?" She asked.

"Clara," I gulped, "that is the single sexiest thing I've ever seen."

"I thank you." She grinned at the compliment. "Come on, you're falling behind in the 'getting undressed' stakes."

I quickly shed my remaining clothes and stood opposite Clara. The two of us just looked at each other in silence. To my immense surprise I felt no embarrassment. In the end it was Clara who spoke first.

"You sure you're ready?" She asked quietly.

"As sure as you are." I smiled before kissing her softly again and then gently laying her down on the bed. There was an apprehensive look on her face that I'd never seen before. A thought struck me. "Is this your first time?" I asked.

"Not quite." She replied in a small voice.

"I won't if you..."

"You know I want you, so, please."

Nodding, I positioned myself, placing my prick against her pussy lips. After a brief hesitation I sank myself slowly between then and entered her. Clara gave a soft grunt as she felt me enter her. She looked into my face and a huge grin split her face.

"That feels so much better than my first time."

"Good. I'm glad." I said and leant forward to kiss her, starting to slowly pump her beautiful pussy at the same time. I had never felt anything so incredible wrapped around my dick. So sweet and so tight. My hands went to her titties and unconsciously began to knead them. Clara let out a long moan of pure pleasure. She wrapped her nylon-clad legs around my hips, crossing her ankles in the small of my back, the stockings whispering as I moved against them. Her hands came up to my chest and began to toy with my nipples much as I was now toying with hers.

"This is just what I've always dreamed it would be like." Clara said just before starting to give a little grunt with each of my strokes. This continued for a minute or so until I felt her whole body go tense. I stopped my thrusts as she let out a cry of 'OOHhhh yeeesssss!' and went limp, closing her eyes. She opened then again and looked up at me, still panting a bit.

"Why have you stopped?" She asked.

"Wanted to see that you were okay."

"I've never felt better. Can we carry on? No. Wait." She flipped over onto all fours and then smiled at me over her shoulder. "Do me 'doggy'." She said, shaking her ass. With a mental shrug I took up position behind her and slid my cock into her now sopping wet cunt. "Oooo! They're right. You can get deeper this way round." Clara sighed. With my hands resting on her hips I began to build up a rhythm. Clara responded by pushing back against my thrusts, again making grunting noises that got louder each time. I slapped her butt cheek playfully.

"You don't have to make so much racket do you?" I joked. "You'll upset the neighbours."

"That bloody stung." She accused, and then in a softer voice. "Mind you, it felt kinda nice too."

"God Clara," I laughed, "You're so much more kinky than I thought."

"I like what I like."

"You certainly like sex."

"I like sex with you."

"I like sex with you too, despite my reservations." I felt that familiar feeling beginning in my balls. "Clara, I'm gonna cum soon."

"Hold on a bit, I'm nearly there too, wait for me." Her breath, and mine, was coming in ragged pants now. I held off for a few moments but then shot my load, filling her sweet pussy with cum, setting off Clara's orgasm. She flopped down onto her stomach and I collapsed beside her. We lay there for a while, panting with our exertions, until Clara rolled onto her side to look at me. "See all the fun you've been missing out on." She grinned.

"I told you before, I know what I was missing, though I have to say I hadn't imagined how good it could be." I grinned back and then leant across and kissed her on the forehead. "Thank you."

"For what?" She said in surprise.

"For being patient. I hope it was worth the wait."

"Of course it was uncle." Clara said earnestly. "I just wish you'd been my first. If only I had said 'No' that night."

To my astonishment a tear sprang to her eye.

"Clara, it doesn't matter. What's done is done." I gave her another kiss on the forehead. "And I really don't think that you should call me 'uncle' anymore."

"What should I call you then?" She perked up a little.

"I don't know." I thought for a second. "Lover? Or how about my name?"

"Dave?"

"Yes, that one." I gave her a grin.

"So then Dave, my lover," she smiled as she said the words, "what do we do next?"

"It depends on what people think I suppose."

"Sod what people think!" She scowled. "And I didn't mean that anyway. What are we going to do for the next couple of hours?"

"Oh, I see. You want to make love some more."

"Not necessarily. I was thinking that maybe you could tie me up some more."

"And then make love?"

"Or we could fuck."

"Oh dear. What have I unleashed?" I laughed.

"Just go get some rope." She laughed back.

"I think I've got what I need here." I said, slipping off the bed. "I've got an idea how to tie you to the bed." I ducked down to look at the boxes under the bed.

"Not spread-eagled? That would be boring." Clara's voice came from over by the computer.

"No. It's better than that." I replied without looking around. "Found them." I pulled out the specific ropes I had been looking for and turned to show Clara. She managed to surprise me yet again. She now sported a peg on each nipple (again!) and there were three on each of the lips of her cunt. "What the...?" I exclaimed.

"I wanted to try a little bit of pain." She said by way of answering my unasked question.

"I think you need to be spanked little lady."

"That might be fun as well." She smirked.

"You are incorrigible! Just when I think I've got a handle on how your mind works, you do or say something totally unexpected like this. What am I going to do with you?"

"Tie me up and fuck me!" She laughed.

"Get on the bed." I sighed.

"Yes Lover."

"Arms out." I said as she lay back on the bed. Dutifully, but with her now ever-present grin, she spread her arms across the headboard where I deftly tied them to the frame.

"I thought you said I wasn't to be spread-eagled?" She asked.

"I haven't finished yet, have I?" I told her, picking up my next rope. I tied it to her leg, just above the knee and then doing the same on the other side. Next I pulled the ropes to the headboard, pulling Clara's legs towards her head, and then tied them off, leaving her pussy exposed and accessible. 

"That's more like it." Clara said happily.

"Are you still sure about those pegs?" I said, brushing my hand across them. "They are in the way a little."

"You can take them off if it means I'll get a good fucking." Her impish eyes glittered in enjoyment.

"If you're going to talk dirty like that I may have to gag you." I said mockingly.

"Could you? You wouldn't before and I want to experience a gag."

"I remember." I sighed, realising I shouldn't have mentioned 'gag'. "Okay, but if you want out you must..." I tailed off, unable to think of a safety signal.

"I'll hum if I want you to stop." Clara said helpfully.

So I fished out an old ball gag that I knew was lurking in the bottom of a box and carefully buckled it into place.

"Okay?" I asked. She nodded.

"Not too tight?" She shook her head.

"Hum something." She hummed the opening bars of 'Smoke On The Water', which surprised me; I didn't think she knew it.

"All right then. Now I'm going to take those pegs off your pussy. It shouldn't be too bad; you've only had them on a short while." Clara flinched slightly as I removed each peg. I rubbed at the red marks they'd left on her pussy lips eliciting a purr of satisfaction from Clara. A mixture of our combined fluids started to seep out of her cunt, dribbling down towards her asshole. I bent my head and licked at the liquid, surprised by the novel taste. Clara squirmed as my tongue brushed the crinkled flesh of her butt hole. It was an unexpected reaction that warranted further investigation, so I poked my tongue into the puckered creviced and wiggled it around. Clara squirmed some more, giving every sign of someone enjoying this new intrusion. I looked up at her between her tied legs.

"I suppose this means you want me to take you in the ass?" I sighed. She nodded vigorously in reply; her eyes alight with the prospect of a new adventure.

"Okay I suppose. But this isn't an ideal position for anal, I'll need to re-tie you." Again she nodded enthusiastically. So I released her legs and then her arms before flipping her onto her knees and then re-tying her wrists to the headboard.

"Now I think I'll need to slick your ass a bit." I said before pushing two fingers gently into her pussy, getting them covered with our juices and then transferring my attentions to her smallest hole. Surprisingly Clara didn't clench her ass muscles at the intruders, which was the usual case in my somewhat limited experience.

"Clara, you are a natural born slut, and I mean that in an affectionate and admiring way." I told her. There was a sound a bit like 'thank you' in reply. I worked my fingers in and out to more muffled grunts of pleasure from Clara until I thought I'd loosened her up a little and then took up position behind her.

"Just need a little lubrication for my prick sweetie." I warned her and then eased my cock into her cunt for a few strokes. I pulled out and rested my knob against her asshole.

"Are you ready?" I asked. There was a grunt of affirmation.

"Here we go then." I said as I slid my dick gently into her butt. I was mildly surprised with the effortlessness as I sank all the way in. The only noise Clara made was a satisfied sigh as she felt me filling her back passage.

"Still all right lover?" I asked, resting my hands on her hips. Again came the affirmative grunt, so I began to pump her ass; slowly at first but soon building up to a reasonable pace. Clara was pushing back against my thrusts, obviously revelling in the fact she'd found another type of sex she liked. She began to grunt with each stroke like before, only muffled now, and I realised that she was already close to orgasm. I reached around to her crotch and slipped two fingers into her pussy once more. At the same time I stroked her clit with my thumb. That sent her crashing over the edge and she came hard. I stopped and let her recover her breath, which was coming in rapid gasps.

"That was a good one eh?" I asked, softly slapping her right buttock. She managed to nod.

"Want to carry on?" Another nod, less tired and more insistent. I restarted my pumping, wondering if there was any sort of sexual activity that didn't make Clara cum like a rocket. I ran my hand up the side of her torso to her right tit and found that I'd forgotten to take the pegs from her nipples. I toyed with the thing for a moment, causing a moan of painful pleasure from Clara, and then pulled it off. Clara looked around sharply over her shoulder. Her face was a picture of excitement, so I did the same thing with the last peg. Although you can't actually smile through a gag I got the impression that that was what Clara was doing. By now I was beginning to tire, but I was also close to coming for what would probably be the last time for the day. I reached down again and began to play with Clara's pussy, stimulating her clit. I didn't want to leave her hanging when I came. Her breath was soon coming in short pants; she was close too. With a final deep stroke I shuddered and shot a wad into her butt. I pulled back and spurted the rest on Clara's heaving buttocks. She came explosively and with such force I knew she was spent. Her knees gave way and she collapsed, panting hard through the gag, onto the bed with her wrists still bound to the headboard. I crawled up beside her and quickly released them and the gag. I clasped her near-naked sweating body to mine and kissed her on the forehead.




Bound to Happen



"Clara, that was amazing. YOU are amazing." I told her.

She looked up at me, a dazzling smile on her tired face.

"You're not so bad yourself," A pause, "for an old guy!" The wicked grin lit up her features.

"You cheeky mare!" I laughed back, tapping her on the rump. "Seriously though, you are absolutely awesome, but now I want you to take your awesomeness and get into the shower."

"Are you coming too?" She asked, trying not to yawn.

"After you." I said firmly. "And then we'll sleep. Tomorrow we'll talk."

"Talk? About what?"

"About us. What we're going to do, to say."

"I told you; I don't care what other people say, I only care about us." She said fiercely.

"I know that, but we need options. And it can wait until tomorrow. Now go and wash that lovely body of yours." A little grumpily she went. I tidied up the room and changed the bed linen. Clara came back, freshly scrubbed and smelling sweeter than ever. I motioned her into the bed before I went to shower myself. By the time I returned Clara was fast asleep. I climbed in beside her, careful not to disturb her as I wrapped myself around her sleeping form. Now I wanted to protect her even more, but in a different way. If things went wrong, I wanted the blame to fall on me. I hoped I could make her see that. I had managed to overcome most of my worries, though there were still some lingering doubts that this was the right thing to do, mainly about what others would think. I wasn't worried about Clara and I anymore, as long as we were together the rest of the world could go hang itself. She had made it so that it was bound to happen. I wondered what I had done to deserve such a beautiful vibrant young woman. Thinking happy thoughts and holding the soft body of the woman I loved close, I drifted off to sleep.



Bound to Happen Again



This is a sequel to "Reach For The Star". As previously, the story is told by both characters, as well as narration.

As ever, please vote and make comments. Thanks, once again, to my editor LadyCibelle.

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What have I done? I have been weak, very weak. It was beautiful when we made love. But she is my daughter and men aren't supposed to fuck their little girls. Okay, I know there are all those internet sites where it does happen, but they are made up aren't they? Just fantasy...and I crossed a line. I made it reality. We actually made love; Fucked. No...it was love. Is love. But it was still wrong. I should have been stronger. If only I hadn't gone upstairs with her.

I haven't been to work for a few days, taking some overdue time off. I needed time to think. Think about what to do. But I keep thinking back to that day. She was modelling her new panties for me, including that flimsy thing I had chosen for her. I should have known she'd want me to see what it looked like. But how was I to know she'd shaved herself? Shaved her sweet little pussy for her daddy. How was I to know I'd be tempted by the way the thong moulded its way over her plump little mound?

When she made me feel the material, I should have left it at that. I could have left it that when the interruption came. I could have stopped things before she slid her hand into my pants and held my cock, but how many men would stop a girl at that point? It felt so good and seemed so natural that Chantal wanted to please her daddy. Just like I wanted to please her when I pleasured her orally moments later. We were lovers, then, not father and daughter. The mistake was going upstairs. Okay, we'd still done plenty by then. But I hadn't been inside her. I hadn't, as yet, taken her precious virginity.

She wanted me to be her first. I felt honoured...still do. But that's no excuse and in the time that elapsed before getting up those stairs, I could have called a halt, should have stopped things from going further than was already too far. I should turn myself in. But Chantal won't allow me to take the blame, so what would that do? Expose her as the girl who seduced her father and then she'd be on her own, that's what. 

She is behaving as if nothing happened. Well...that's not strictly true. I should say she is carrying on as if it's the most natural thing in the world for fathers to screw their daughters. She even crept into my bed, every morning since...until today. Three mornings ago, I woke to find her snuggled up behind me. It was just like old times, when she was much younger. But then I realised her arm was over my hip; her hand wrapped lightly around my cock as she was softly stroking me.

I was lost in the pleasure of it all as I began fucking my erection between her smooth fingers. Then she said, "Yes daddy...come on...you know you want to. Does my hand feel good there?"

Her voice brought me to my senses and I threw the bedclothes back. I looked down to see she hadn't let go of me; my hard shaft dwarfing her small hand, her forefinger wet from the pre-cum glistening on the tip of my cock.

I eased her hand from my penis, slowly. She was reluctant to release me and, as guilty as I was feeling, I didn't need more pain. I told her it wasn't right.

Huffily she retorted, "So why were you hard then, daddy? You were soft when I got into your bed." Then, more calmly, she continued. "I was stroking your for a couple of minutes and you became so stiff and smooth. You must have been enjoying it. I thought you were going to ejaculate when you started to thrust into my hand. Look, daddy, look at the head."

I had already seen, but I looked again. I felt self-conscious, naked and in bed with my daughter, with my cock curving along my belly. I slid to the edge of the bed and stood up. I hoped my erection would subside, but looking down at her made it throb helplessly as I took in her breasts and that smooth area between her thighs that I had licked just days ago.

She smiled up at me. "How can you argue with that?" she laughed pointing at it. "You want me, don't you...and I want you. How can it be wrong?"

"You know it's not right," I began as I was reaching for my boxers. "We shouldn't be doing this."

I made it to the bathroom without having to answer more impossible questions.

It was much the same the following mornings and it was driving me mad with frustration. I was so close to orgasm from my daughter's talented fingers. I tried to finish myself off, but no sooner had I begun, images of Chantal filled my head and I stopped, reasoning the last thing I should do was to cum while picturing my sweet girl.

I retreated to my office downstairs. It had been days since I used my computer as I hadn't wanted to be reminded of what started this. But now I needed to be away from temptation and I needed release. Better to come from my stories and images there than with my daughter. Or so I thought...but the moment I found something to 'assist' me and I began to feel a more innocent pleasure, was the moment my mind began downloading images of Chantal; images with a soundtrack on which she begged me to fuck her. I turned off the computer. If only I could delete the last few days, everything would be okay.

This morning I dreamed we had sex again; made love; fucked. Call it what you will. She pleaded with me and I gave her what she wanted. What we both wanted. Her silky pussy split apart by my thrusting cock as I moved inside her.

I awoke, feeling a kind of relief, but not release. I have no idea why she didn't come to me like the previous mornings.

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Dear Diary

It's been nearly a week since daddy and I made love. I want to do it again with him. I have lots to learn, but he doesn't seem interested anymore. No...scratch that. I think he is interested. He's just fighting against it; telling me it's wrong and we shouldn't do it. If he thinks it's so wrong, why has he been reading stories about it on the net? I don't understand and he won't explain more; just says we mustn't. 

He hasn't even been on the net since. He hasn't read the latest instalment of Michelle and her daddy. He doesn't know that Michelle felt her daddy's finger in her bum while she sat astride him, easing back and forth on his cock. It sounded so delicious and naughty. I had felt my daddy's finger back there, but not with his cock too. I wanted to feel that. I am kind of jealous of Michelle, but in a strange way I can learn something from her.

A few mornings ago I slipped into daddy's bed while he was asleep and snuggled up against him with my arm draped over his side. I stroked his chest and my hand slid down lower, fingers trailing over his stomach. His breathing never changed; not even when a finger had found its way into his pubic hair and I tentatively reached further until I felt it.

Ever so lightly, I felt for his penis and slid my fingers around it. It felt thrilling...exciting. I was holding it and he didn't know. I didn't want to wake him up. Well...I would have loved for him to wake and take me in his arms. But I don't think he is ready for that again yet. I just enjoyed the feel of my daddy's penis in my hand. It wasn't hard or anything. It just felt nice.

I did it again the next morning and this time I gently held his balls in the palm of my hand as well. He made a funny little sound but didn't wake as I moved my hand back to his penis. It had grown a little. I know this because I had to stretch my fingers a little more around it. He was still asleep and yet I had made his cock bigger. I so wanted to stroke it and get him even harder, but I didn't want to wake him

The next morning I couldn't resist. I made sure he was still asleep before I curled my fingers around him and I held it making sure his breathing was even. Satisfied he was well under, I began to stroke him and his cock began to grow in my hand. I felt so wicked! My daddy was asleep but I was slowly wanking him to an erection. His cock was so smooth between my fingers.

A murmur escaped from him; a kind of 'mmmm' sound, but he didn't wake. It was as if he was enjoying it; his stiff cock being teased to hardness. Perhaps he was dreaming. Whatever it was, the movement was no longer just me as he began moving his hips, causing his cock to slide through my fingers. He was fucking my hand! My daddy's cock was now hard and he was pushing it against my palm and fingers.

In my excitement, I got carried away and spoke. He woke and moved away from me. I was disappointed, but I saw he was still hard when he stood up. He was saying no but his cock was yelling YES!!!

I tried again each morning since, hoping not to wake him; just enjoying the feel of his penis, growing in my hand. But he kept waking and I was so disappointed. Until this morning.

Today, I tiptoed along the landing to his bedroom wondering if this time I could get daddy to cum before he caught me. Then I heard him call me. I froze! 

"Not fair!" I began thinking; a pout developing. "He's awake."

Then I realised he wasn't calling out, but talking in his sleep. At first all I could pick up was my name so I moved towards his door, opening it quietly. I couldn't hear everything but what I could make out sent thrills through me.

"Oh...Chantal...that feels sooo good...yes...fuck..."

I was so happy at that moment. My daddy did want to make love to me. He was saying no, but he really did want it. I knew he did. I wanted to rush into his room but hesitated, fearing he'd wake and resist his feelings once again. I had to think and crept back to my room. An idea came to me as I lay on my bed. It filled me with excitement and before I knew it, my hips were rolling in pleasure as I was fingering myself. I came, beautifully, to an image of daddy spreading my ass in readiness for his stiff cock.

C

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That night, he went to bed feeling much more relaxed. He had resisted his desire for intimacy with his angel; particularly difficult given the way she crept into his bed and fondled him until he got hard. Each morning he'd woken with the most amazing feeling of pleasure from his daughter's hand as her fingers stroked his cock and each morning he'd stopped her. He really wanted to let her continue until his pleasure was complete and he'd cum. But would it stop there? Of course not. It would happen again. Then again and, maybe, the next time it would go further. And while he would dearly love to make love to his little girl just once more, would it be just one more time?

She hadn't come to him that morning. Perhaps she was coming to realise he meant it. They'd made love and it was beautiful. They should cherish the memory, but it should remain a memory. 

He had no recollection of his dream either. If he had, maybe there'd have been a doubt or two, but his guard was lowered and it was for these reasons he was slow to react when he felt such pleasure again the following morning.

When you wake with a morning erection, depending on your position, you do notice the extra 'weight' and moving may create caressing feelings as it slides over skin or bedding. This is what he thought he was experiencing when his daughter was running her fingers along the length of his twitching penis. When her fingers circled it, he thought he was dreaming. He enjoyed the sensations of her hand stroking his cock as she masturbated him slowly. Only when she licked him did he think something was up. Dreams were never this vivid.

As his eyes opened, he gradually focussed at the source of his pleasure and was shocked to see Chantal holding him while she took him into her mouth. "What are you doing..." he began and immediately realised the stupidity of the question. He reached for her head, desperate to remove her mouth from his penis before it was too late. He had already been near to ejaculating before he knew the cause of his pleasure and, now, seeing his princess with her hand around his cock, sliding it between her lips...well he'd soon lose control.

But something was wrong. He was reaching, but it wasn't happening. Was something in his subconscious deliberately delaying the movement; allowing him the ecstasy of the moment: prolonging the bliss of his daughter's incestuous act? He tried again but neither arm moved as instructed and he soon knew why. He felt something pulling on his wrists as he tried to move. His arms were tied to the bars at the head of his bed!

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This had been Chantal's plan. She had decided that he wanted to make love with her again but was fighting against it. She simply had to prevent him from succeeding. So this morning, before waking him, she sought to immobilise him by tying his hands. Having already found a suitable necktie the previous day, she wrapped it loosely around one wrist, threaded it through the bars and then around the other wrist. Finally, she had tightened the knots around his wrists. Not so tight that he'd feel it, but enough to prevent his hands slipping free. This way, she reasoned, she'd have access to her daddy's cock without him being able to stop her when he inevitably awoke from her ministrations. It was, perhaps, a little devious. She conceded that. But she was helping him get over that barrier, wasn't she? And once it happened again, once she had made him cum again, he needn't feel any guilt. She would have made him do it. Maybe without the guilt they would make love again.

Going to bed the previous night, Chantal had thought about that phrase. She was going to be in control. She would make him cum. "I'm going to tie him up, slip the bedclothes down his body and stroke his penis until it gets hard" she was thinking as a finger slid between her thighs. "He won't be able to stop me and I'll be able to play with my daddy's cock until he can't take it anymore and he just has to cum for me.

She continued to masturbate herself, but held back from her own orgasm. She hoped the next one would be at her daddy's hands.

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He pulled both his arms again, but he couldn't reach his daughter's head as she continued to slide her tongue and lips over and around his cock-head. "Come on Chantal" he said, trying to reason with her. "This isn't right, you know it isn't."

She ignored him and he tried to edge away from her, but she managed to place a hand on his thigh to hinder his attempted escape. The shift in position resulted in her mouth slipping further over his penis, and he felt his resolve weakening. He could jerk himself free, he thought; he was, after all, bigger and stronger than she was. But he was concerned such a sharp movement would result in his knee or foot hitting her in the face and he certainly didn't want that. He couldn't force her from him and talking wasn't working. What could he do? As she continued to fellate him, it began to matter less.

He was close to surrender when she let him slip from her mouth. When she released his cock and stood up he thought of reprieve and relaxed, missing his opportunity to bring this to an end. He closed his eyes briefly, but it was long enough for her to climb onto the bed and sit astride his legs, pinning him to the mattress. Once again he considered bucking and throwing her off. But he couldn't hurt his little girl could he?

He looked at her, stealing a glance at her breasts, tantalisingly revealed by her loose fitting top and looked quickly at the ceiling, for fear she'd notice. He immediately realised that seemed a silly reaction. He didn't want to be caught looking, yet there he was, naked, with his daughter, his penis erect and showing no signs of returning to a flaccid state since she ceased her toying with it. She had created this situation, he thought. She desired it. Perhaps he should just give in and talk again later. 

He watched as Chantal's hands grasped the hem of her top and lifted slowly. He saw her smooth tummy and cute belly-button. The curve of her breasts slowed the movement of the garment as she pulled it over her head. The few seconds, while her arms and head were engulfed, seemed minutes as her actions caused her breasts to jiggle slightly. His cock twitched. How he wanted to reach out, to touch them. He couldn't remember touching them before. He desperately wanted to touch them now; stroke and squeeze her tits, tease her nipples, make her beg like she had him. But he couldn't reach.

Removing her top completely, she was now practically naked. She just had to remove her panties. Then she'd be as naked as her daddy. He noticed them. The pink thong he chose for her, just days ago. When he discovered she had shaved her pussy for him. He again noticed how snug the fit was and he was so mesmerised by that thought, he hadn't noticed she had lifted herself up to strip herself completely. That was the final moment of possible escape. He knew he'd missed it when she dangled the thong close enough for him to smell her odour. He remembered it easily. How could he forget it after tasting his girl's pussy?

She drew the panties down his chest, over his stomach and then over his penis. It seemed to reach out as she trailed the soft material along his shaft and back and forth over his testicles. He'd never felt such excitement as his daughter draped her thong on his cock as it throbbed like never before. Just as he thought he could cum from the sensations, she stopped. He saw her hand raise and drop her panties over her shoulder.

She inched slowly along his body, raising herself. Curling her fingers around his cock, she tried to get him inside her. It wasn't as easy as she had thought, especially as he was instinctively thrusting too. But she was wet, determined and eventually felt him slipping into her. It was glorious. Even better was she had felt him trying to get his cock into her as much as she wanted it inside her. Finally, she thought, he wanted to fuck her as much as she wanted to fuck him.

She began moving her hips, rising, feeling her pussy sliding up his cock, then down again, carefully, gently, so as not to have him slip out when she'd worked so hard for this. It worked for him, too. He had been so close to ejaculation when she was teasing his cock with that pink thong he'd chosen for her. Now he was inside his darling daughter again. Her cunt was around his cock and he wanted it to last a little longer. Both were so desperate, the excitement so intense, that neither was speaking. 

Chantal was writhing on her daddy's cock one minute, laying still, enjoying the feeling of being filled the next and then moving up and down again. She found that in the moments when she was still, he began his own movements fucking into her. She wanted his hands on her body at the same time, needed his fatherly arms around her. She thought of his hands clutching her bottom, pulling her into him; perhaps a finger slipping to her anus as he fucked her. But she knew this wouldn't be happening if his hands were not secured.

He was suddenly aware of a different kind of movement. Even in his near orgasmic state, he knew something had changed. He saw she was reaching behind, feeling for something. What was she doing, he wondered. In a brief moment of totally unreasoned panic, he thought, "Oh my God! She's going to kill me. She's reaching for the ice-pick!"

Instead, he saw she found what she had sought. Relieved, he was then surprised to find her lifting off him and slipping backwards a little. In her hand he saw the pink thong and he watched as she flattened it across her fingers.

Before he could even begin to wonder what was next, she had grasped his penis. The softness of the material felt wonderful. That, combined with his daughter's fingers slipping around his cock as she masturbated him triggered his orgasm. She squealed in delight at his ejaculation; cum spurting out over her hand and panties as she wanked him gently.





Bound to Happen Again



Continuation of 'Bound To Happen'

The first person Clara and I told about us had been my mother. She was a bit shocked at first, but after an hour or so of maternal cross-examination and about twenty minutes alone with Clara, she just accepted it: We were in love and that was good enough for her. The two of us then tried to tell Clara's mom but that didn't go as well. In fact it was a disaster. Clara's mom told her that she didn't have a daughter since she'd left her, and so Clara could do what she liked, her mother didn't care. This left Clara in tears for an hour or more and not her normal self for over a week. Although it was Clara who'd left it was still a horrible thing for a young woman to hear herself disowned by a parent. I didn't know what to say to Clara so in the end all I could do was try to be there for her. Eventually, after some parental advice of my own, I told her that the only thing she could do was wait and see. Maybe things would change and her mother would see that she hadn't been abandoned, but there was nothing she could do until then. Clara had hugged me and kissed me, telling me that as long as she had me she'd be fine. I hoped I wasn't going to disappoint her. All in all it was an early trial in our relationship.

Clara still had me tie her up on occasion but was more interested in making love as often as possible, in as many different ways as possible. If I was a rich man I'd say she was trying to fuck me to death, but I'm not so it must be something else. The past couple of weeks however have seen us returning more to our old routine. I know she's planning something again, I just don't know what.

"Dave, why do you never photograph me when I'm tied up?" The question came out of the blue one Saturday afternoon. It flummoxed me for a moment.

"Um, well, um." I mumbled.

"You took those other pictures, the ones I saw." There was an earnest look in Clara's eyes.

"Yes, yes I did." She had a point. " I suppose I never thought about it. Why do you ask?" 

"I'd quite like to see what I look like all tied up to be honest." She still looked serious.

"I don't have the Polaroid anymore." I shrugged. "Sorry."

"But you have got a digital camera, I've seen it. You take it on trips out."

"Yes, I do have a camera," I conceded, "but I'm not sure how much charge is in the battery." It sounded like a weak excuse even to my ears.

"There'll be enough I'm sure."

"For what?"

"What do you think? Come on!" Clara gave me her most dazzlingly wicked smile, jumped up, and scampered off to the bedroom.

Realising what she intended I moodily found my camera out. It was no great surprise to find the battery fully charged when I switched it on; Clara no doubt. I paused, unsure I should even be considering this. It was a feeling of déjà vu. Clara had the knack of finding the right switches, and flipping them. I sighed, and then another thought struck me; it might be nice to have some pictures of Clara, even if they weren't ones I could show around. I followed her.

Clara was laying out quite a few ropes on the bed. I raised an eyebrow quizzically.

"I thought we could go the whole hog. You know, the tortoise criss-cross thing, arms and legs, a crotch rope."

I winced slightly at the last one: I still had reservations about tying a crotch rope on Clara.

"You sure?" I asked quietly.

"Oh yes. Lots of rope all over." She grinned.

"Okay." I surrendered as usual. "What are you going to wear?"

"Nothing but the rope!" Her grin widened.

"Including a crotch rope?"

"Why not?" Clara had already begun to strip and was half naked by now.

"You should at least keep your knickers on." I said but without much hope she'd agree.

"Much too boring." She said, slipping out of the last of her underwear.

"All right, we'll do it your way." I said and lifted up the camera. "How about a few 'before' shots?"

"Good idea!" She made a few poses and I took photographs of her. I laid the camera down and picked up a long piece of rope.

After half an hour of careful knotting I had Clara in a decent tortoiseshell including, at her instigation, a knot on the crotch rope that would rub on her clit. Her arms were tied wrist to elbow behind her back and her upper arms were bound to her upper torso. I stepped back and picked up the camera again.

"You're not finished yet are you?" Clara asked. "I mean, there are still some ropes left."

"I know that. I just want some shots of you like this." I gave a wicked grin of my own. "Before I get the gag and blindfold."

"Oh! Just checking." The grin was still there, but a little uncertain for once.

I snapped a few more pictures; front, rear, side on, before I picked up the well-used blindfold and the not-so well-used gag.

"Open up." I ordered. Clara obediently opened her mouth and I buckled the gag tightly into place. I walked in front and looked at her. We had rarely used both gag and blindfold and I was a bit concerned I might be going to far. Clara's brightly shining eyes told me I needn't have worried. Despite her apparent uncertainty she was up for this. I tied the blindfold in place and then I started to tie her legs together; above and below the knee and at the ankles. A few more pictures followed with Clara quite still, unable to move and then I was ready for the final phase.

"Clara, I'm going to lie you face down on the bed." I told her. She nodded that she understood so I helped her to the bed and laid her down carefully. She immediately began to wriggle against the knot in the crotch rope. I gave her a sharp rap on the rump. "Don't be so impatient, I haven't finished yet."

I took one last piece of rope and tied it to her ankles. I pulled her legs up until her heels were resting on her butt and then tied the rope off around her folded arms. The first time I'd tried anything like this I'd been a little concerned and had left her a fair bit of slack in the rope. Since then I'd realised how supple Clara was and in consequence tied the rope much tighter. I picked up the camera and took some more shots. 

"All right Clara, I'm done; you can wriggle as much as you like." I told her.

She began to grind her hips into the bed, pushing the knot on the crotch rope against her clit. She gave a moan into the gag. I took some more pictures, moving around to get some different angles.

In Clara's already heightened state of arousal it didn't take more than a couple of minutes of wriggling and grinding before she shook in an orgasm. She lay there panting hard as I undid her gag, kissing her on her drool-covered lips.

"I said that crotch rope would be too much." I whispered in her ear.

"Rubbish." She wheezed. "It was. Exactly. Right."

"If you say so." I laughed. "Still, I'm going to have to take it, and a couple of other ropes off."

"Why?" Clara demanded.

"Because, my horny little lover, I want to fuck you and those ropes are in the way." I kissed her again.

"In that case, carry on. I like your idea." She gave a smile.

Working quickly, I untied all the ropes around her legs and removed the crotch rope that I'd deliberately left separate from the tortoiseshell. Clara gave a sad little moan as I eased the rope now soaked with her juices out of her slit. She got herself into a sitting position, her arms still bound behind her back, the blindfold still covering her eyes. While she did this I was taking off my clothes. Stripped off, I sat on the bed beside her.

"Am I going to need to get you hard?" Clara asked.

"After tying you up and then watching you squirm around like that? No!" I chuckled.

"On my back or on my knees?" She said.

"What?" I replied, confused by the question.

"Which way round do you want me?" She said patiently.

"Actually I thought I might let you do all the work."

"What?" Now it was Clara's turn to be confused.

"I was going to lie back and let you be on top." 

"Different. But you'll have to guide me." She was grinning again. 

She put her knees either side of my stomach with a little directing from me. "Are you putting on weight?" I asked jokily. Clara's answer was to raise herself slightly, and then plonk herself down heavily on my tummy. "Oooof. Missed!" I gasped, winded. She slid herself backwards until she felt my erection touch her ass.

"You're gonna have to slot it in for me lover," she said, "I can't do it myself." She raised herself up again.

Silently I reached down to my cock. I rubbed the head between the cheeks of her ass and then along the folds of flesh that were her pussy lips. Clara gave a sigh of satisfaction as she sank down on my rampant dick, engulfing it with her sweet snatch. She began to move up and down, slowly at first, but quickening her pace a little at a time. I thrust my hips up to meet her coming down. Clara was soon bouncing up and down on my cock rapidly, chanting 'yes, yes'. With a shudder she stopped as her orgasm hit her. It was one of her more massive ones. She collapsed forward onto my chest, her pussy still clenching my member.

"Sorry." She gasped. "I haven't. Got you. Off." 

I could feel her rock-hard nipples on my chest, moving as she gulped down air.

"You haven't got me off YET." I smiled, removing the blindfold. She looked up as I uncovered her eyes and I could see the excitement in them: There was more than a hint of love as well. "Switch around and we can 'sixty-nine'." I said, brushing some strands of hair from her face.

"Be easier if I could use my hands." She suggested. I nodded. Clara lifted off me and I sat up. I had tied her arms somewhat complicatedly and it took me a few minutes to release them. Clara sat patiently while I did so. I could see her looking down at her breasts. "I wonder what it's like to have a needle through a nipple." She said.

"Wonder away, but I'm not going to stick any needle in you anywhere." I told her.

"I could get..." She started to say.

"And that's not going to work this time either." I interrupted.

"But..."

"NO! I know you could get someone else to do it, you could even do it yourself, but you won't."

"Spoilsport." She stuck her tongue out.

"Harlot." I said without meaning it. "There, done."

Clara rubbed her arms a little.

"You are so, so unreasonable."

"I'm unreasonable? Ten years ago you were demanding ice cream, and now you want me to stick pins into your tits. And I'm being unreasonable?" I must have sounded angry, which I wasn't really, because Clara brought her hands up to my face and kissed me softly.

"Sorry." She apologised. "I just get these fancies and..."

"I know." I kissed her back. "You're a kinky little madam who's got used to getting her own way. That's my fault for letting you get away with it. Truce?"

"Truce." She grinned. "Now I believe I was about to suck your cock." She sank her head into my lap, wrapping her mouth around my still hard tool.

"Hey! I was going to get a taste of your sweet little cunt." I protested, lying back.

Without taking her mouth from my dick Clara swung a leg over my body, positioning her knees either side of my head. I looked up and could see her shaven honey-pot glistening with her juices. I needed no second invitation and raised my head, my hands on Clara's back, poking out my tongue and lapping at the sweet nectar on the lips of her cunt. Clara was bobbing her head along my shaft, and I felt my cockhead occasionally rubbing against the back of her throat; she had finally managed to deep throat me. That would please her. I slipped my tongue into her pussy, probing as deep as I could. I shifted my hands so that I could tease her puckered asshole with my fingers at the same time. Clara's oral ministrations were having the desired effect; I was soon close to cumming. My cock hit the back of her throat again and set me off. My spunk spurted out in huge streams, straight into Clara's throat and mouth. True to her usual form she managed to swallow most of it. I laid back and Clara rolled off me. She switched the way she was facing and cuddled up to me. I could feel the rope still wound around her body rubbing against me.

"Good grief lover, that was a lot of cum." She smiled.

"From your first deep throat as well." I smiled back. "Want me to take the rest of the ropes off?" I asked.

"Can I leave them on overnight?"

"If you want." I shrugged. "You might want to take a shower though."

"With the ropes still on?"

"If you want. It won't hurt."

"What about you?"

"I'll shower after you're done. I want to download the pictures first."

"I'm looking forward to seeing them."

"I bet you are."

Clara disappeared off to the bathroom. As I downloaded the pictures from the camera I wondered whether they were just a whim thing, or did Clara have some deeper plan? Still, I had to admit it had been fun, as most of her ideas were.

It was a couple of days later.

"Dave, my lover," Clara grinned, saying the words with relish.

"Yes?" I looked up.

"Can Felicity sleep over Friday and Saturday? You said you'd take us out Saturday and it'll be easier if she's already here." She said this straight-faced but I got the idea another plan was being hatched. Felicity was Clara's best friend.

"Where would she sleep?" I asked.

"My old bed."

"Won't that mean moving certain items? You know, the ropes and cuffs?"

"I don't need to hide them if that's what you mean. Fliss is my oldest friend and I tell her everything."

"Everything?"

"Everything about us I mean. So she knows I asked you to tie me up."

I raised an eyebrow and Clara giggled.

"She's not going to be wanting similar treatment is she?" I asked suspiciously. 

"You never know your luck." Clara laughed impishly.

"Seriously Clara, it might be embarrassing."

"You aren't embarrassed with me."

"Not now, no; but I was at the start."

"Oh lover, you worry to much. I'm only asking if Fliss can sleep over a couple of nights. It'll be fun."

"For you and her no doubt." I sighed. "Oh all right. I can always go out to the pub I suppose."

"Great! I'll tell her to bring the wine."

Late Friday afternoon after we'd both finished work Clara and I went to pick up Felicity from her home. She and Clara began chattering away almost immediately, off in a world of their own. Although I understood all the words, I had no idea what they were talking about; it was the language of a younger generation and a female one at that. After a bite to eat I thought I'd leave the two of them alone for a couple of hours and went to the local for a beer. Unfortunately I got bored really quickly and left much earlier than I'd told the girls, reasoning I might as well be bored at home listening to them rather than amongst strangers.

As I entered the flat I sensed something was out of kilter, like I'd broken in on some secret plan by coming back early. I greeted the girls and passed on into the bedroom to remove my shoes and jacket. Clara looked guilty about something and Felicity seemed to be staring at me with astonished wonder but I shrugged it off as imagination. For a while. Standing back up after taking my shoes off I noticed that the computer was on and I had a sudden inkling about what I'd interrupted. The screensaver hadn't come on and I could see that there was a file open but minimized. I opened it up and I found out I was right; it was the file that held all the pictures I'd taken the previous week. Clara had obviously been showing them to her friend and at my premature return had hurriedly minimized it instead of closing it. I closed the PC down, deciding not to rush out and make accusations. I would have a private word in Clara's ear when we were alone. I did wonder if the pictures and Felicity staying overnight were connected, but couldn't see how. And I hoped the poor girl wasn't, how did they put it, 'grossed out' by seeing the photographs.

I went back to the front room and sat down. The two girls had been whispering when I came in but stopped as I sat. 

"Err, you're back early." Clara said.

"Nothing happening at the pub. Thought I might as well be bored at home." I told her.

"Oh." She seemed surprised. "We were going to watch a film."

"Carry on. If I don't like it I can read."

"Oh. Okay. Which film then Fliss?" Clara was definitely slightly put out. I smiled inwardly; for once I wasn't playing the game her way.

Felicity moved a little nervously and picked up a DVD from a small pile.

"I think I'd like to watch this one." She sounded a little nervous too. I hoped she wasn't getting caught up in something against her will, that wouldn't be right.

The evening passed peacefully. The two girls began to chatter again, picking faults with the actress's attire and generally being themselves again. I just watched the film for a while and then picked up a book when I realised I wasn't really interested. They put on a second film but I went to bed before it ended. About three quarters of an hour later Clara and Felicity turned off the TV and retired for the night. They said goodnight outside the bedroom door. I waited until Clara had slipped into bed beside me before I spoke.

"Why did you show her the pictures sweetie?" I asked quietly.

"How did you know?"

"Because you forgot to turn the computer off: So, tell me, why?"

"Because she asked." There was a shrug in her voice. "And I quite like how I look in most of them."

"But Clara..."

"She's interested lover, so I'm trying to help her, okay?"

"She seemed embarrassed."

"Only because you nearly caught us. She was fine until we heard you coming back."

"So I need to be stealthier then." I laughed. I wasn't totally happy with what she'd done, but she was doing it out of friendship, which covered a lot. I let it go. "I thought we could have lunch down by the river tomorrow."

"Sounds nice." There was still a hint of disbelief in Clara's voice, as if she had a careful plan that I wasn't sticking to.

"See you tomorrow." I said, kissing the slight frown on her forehead.

The next morning no one mentioned the events of the previous evening; Felicity and Clara chattered about what they were thinking of buying later on; I just drank my morning coffee and let their enthusiasm wash over me. On the drive out their discussion evolved into gossip about their friends, which was a bit more interesting to me although I did have a few problems matching some of the names to faces. We parked the car and headed for the high street. I had thought I knew what I was letting myself in for when I suggested this trip, but I was wrong. So wrong.

It didn't take long for me to become bored of hanging around in clothes shops (sorry, boutiques.) and then they headed for a lingerie store. I flatly refused to go in with them, saying that loitering outside a changing room was bad enough but there was no way I was waiting in a shop full of knickers, and sexy knickers at that. They giggled and left me outside. I did that a couple of more times, passing the time by watching people walk past me.

We were making our way back to the car to drop off the girl's purchases before making our way to the riverside café for lunch, Clara and Felicity walking in front of me. For no reason other than I had been watching people half the morning I let myself become mesmerised by the motion of their asses as they walked. Two pairs of buttocks moving up and down, the curves clearly defined by the tight jeans they were wearing. I looked up as I heard Felicity snigger. She and Clara were both looking over their shoulders at me in some amusement.

"Like what you see?" Clara asked laughing and waggling her butt.

"What's not to like?" I replied, reddening a little at being caught staring.

Felicity whispered something to Clara who laughed again.

"What was that?" I asked.

"Fliss thinks you're trying to work out which knickers we're wearing." She grinned.




Bound to Happen Again



"In those jeans I can damn near tell." I smiled, enjoying the word game with Clara.

"We might not be wearing any." Fliss said suddenly and then blushed hotly.

"Oh yes? Then I shall have to investigate that at some point won't I?" I joked. Fliss went even redder. Clara and I both laughed at her reaction and Fliss joined in.

With the shopping trip done we headed home. Once back at the flat the girls disappeared into the little bedroom to try on what they'd bought. Left to my own devices I pottered around doing a few odd jobs that needed doing for a while. With those done I tried to settle down at the computer in the main bedroom, but was distracted by the voices of Clara and Felicity as they laughed and joked and commented on each others new clothing. Unable to concentrate, I picked up my shoes, grabbed my jacket and, after calling to Clara to tell her where I was going, went to try the pub again.

Tonight the place was packed out; one of the more popular local bands was playing a set and they were loud. 'Dear god,' I thought, 'loud! I must be getting old.' I stuck it for an hour or more but with the notion of a quiet drink long gone I decided to enough was enough. I did think of trying another pub but it was Saturday night, they'd all be pretty much the same by now. So I bought a few cans from the off-licence and wandered dolefully home. Hopefully Felicity and Clara would have finished trying on their new outfits by now and we could all have a drink together (the cans) and either talk or watch one of their DVD's. It was a good plan: it might have been a pleasant, if boring, evening if it hadn't run into the much grander scheme Clara was already running.

There was no sign of her or Felicity when I got back. The front room was empty, the door to the little bedroom was open and showed no occupants and no one was in the kitchen. Shrugging to myself, I unthinkingly went straight into the main bedroom to take off my shoes and jacket. And found the girls.

Both of them were only wearing panties and they both had a peg on each nipple. Fliss's arms flew up to cover her breasts, a task made awkward by the pegs.

"Dave! Why are you here, and so early again?" Clara said with a passable imitation of incredulity, but I could tell she wasn't really surprised by the glint in her eye. I knew that once again I was part of her machinations.

"I live here." I replied. "I think a better question is what are you doing to poor Felicity?"

"I told you she was interested."

"That's as maybe, but to start with pegging her breasts Clara. You know how much it can hurt when they come off." I sighed and shook my head. "Sometimes Clara, I really think I should spank you."

"You always say that, but you never do!" She gave me the pout.

"Well it's not much of a punishment if you're looking forward to it, is it?" I said with more than a hint of sarcasm. We stood, practically nose-to-nose, both with our hands on our hips, Clara glaring and pouting, me trying not to laugh.

Felicity spoke before either of us cracked. 

"I did ask her." She said quietly.

"I believe you." I told her, turning to face her. Fliss was wearing a look of worried anticipation. Did she really know what she was getting into I wondered? Had Clara really told her everything, or left some things out, or added things in? I remembered the needle idea. Well, someone has to be in charge; it might as well be me. "All right Clara, what's the game? I'm hooked, reel me in. Tell me what I'm supposed to be doing in this plan of yours."

This time Clara was genuinely surprised.

"Well, er, like I said. Felicity is curious about our bondage games, and I thought I could..."

"Get me to tie her up a little." I finished.

"Or a lot." Fliss added with a hopeful smile.

"Maybe." I smiled at her. "Clara, take the pegs off while I find a few things." I began to hunt through our boxes for the things that I wanted. Behind me Felicity gave a quiet 'ow' as Clara removed the pegs. "That reminds me," I said, "we're going to use the original rules if I do this."

"What does that mean?" Fliss asked.

"Clara will explain."

"It's just a few conditions the old fuddy-duddy set out the first time he tied me up." Clara said.

"CLARA!" I growled warningly.

"Oh all right. Condition 1: You are to remain fully clothed at all times, though that seems a bit redundant with you already down to your knickers. Condition 2: No ropes to be tied near any of your intimate areas. Condition 3: If you find you don't like it, or it begins to hurt, you are to say so. Condition 4: He will tie proper, tight knots. I put that one in. And for completeness, Condition 5: Don't call him Uncle." She grinned. "Got that?"

"Seems simple." Fliss said.

"They're mostly for your protection," I gave her a little smile, "and it makes me feel more comfortable."

"He just worries too much." Clara butted in.

"Maybe I do, but it's because I care about you." I turned to Felicity. "Do you accept the conditions? Want to add any of your own?" 

"I accept, but could Clara stay?"

"I doubt we could keep her away. Would you like to cover up your, um, chest?"

"Seems a bit pointless now." She said, looking down at her breasts. It was quite a nice pair of tits; not too big, not too small, but her nipples and areola were slightly smaller than Clara's.

"If you say so." I sighed. "Okay, I'm going to tie you the same way I first tied Clara." I paused and looked around at the smug-looking Clara. "And then I'll deal with her." Her face fell for a moment.

I secured Felicity pretty much the same way I'd bound Clara that first time: Wrists and elbows; ankles and knees and then a loose hogtie. Neither girl spoke while I worked. I stepped back when I'd finished.

"How's that feel?" I asked the bound Fliss.

"Sort of safe and scary at the same time." She replied.

"Hold onto that feeling." Clara told her.

"And don't forget to say if it becomes too much for you." I added. Felicity nodded. Now I switched my attention to Clara. "Now it's your turn." I told her.

"You're going to tie me up too?"

"Eventually. But first..." My hand shot out and grabbed her by the wrist. I moved to the computer chair, towing her behind me, sat down, and then pulled her across my knees.

"Ooooo! You ARE going to spank me!" She exclaimed in excitement.

"Just this once. And I'm going to do it hard. I'm going to prove to you that there is no pleasure in punishment." With that I brought my hand down sharply and landed a stinging slap across her right panty-clad buttock. She squealed but I ignored it, telling myself that I had to do this. After six blows to either ass cheek with Clara squirming away, she suddenly found that she didn't actually like this. I slipped her knickers from her rump and then spanked her another six times on either globe of her naked ass. When I'd finished I helped Clara to her feet, her eyes red with tears; but not as red as her butt. She stood rubbing her sore bottom.

"That hurt." She said.

"It's supposed too. Now do you understand?" I asked kindly. My hand was stinging too. Clara nodded a little sullenly. "And that is why I'll never stick pins in you. Pegs only hurt a little and it's soon gone." I saw Fliss looking at us with a look of surprise on her face. "So I want you to promise to stop this talk of needles and spanking." I said to Clara.

"I promise." She said quietly.

"Say it so that Fliss can hear."

"I promise not to get you to hurt me." She said in her normal voice.

"Good." I gave her a grin. "You wondered, and now you know." Clara had been taken by surprise, and I knew it wasn't just the spanking that hurt; it was being spanked in front of her best friend as well. "How do you want to be tied?"

"Something new." She flashed a smile. Clara was a resilient girl.

"Okay, I think you deserve that." I smiled back. "Pull up your panties and sit in the chair."

"On my sore bum?"

"Think of it as lesson reinforcement."

Clara sighed and then gave me a grin before plonking herself into the seat. I bound her forearms to the armrests, looping a rope around them several times. I then picked up a longer rope and tied it to her left ankle. I folded her leg up beneath the seat and took the rope over her lap before binding it to her right ankle, the leg also folded under the chair. I ran the rope back across her lap before tying it off back at her left ankle. To finish off I bound her torso to the chair back, the rope crossing between her breasts more than once.

"Why couldn't I have a rope across my chest like that?" Felicity asked.

"Condition 2." I said simply.

"Yes, but..."

"But nothing. I've had this argument before. Condition 2 stands." I sighed.

Clara was grinning like a Cheshire cat. I pushed the computer chair over beside the bed where Felicity lay.

"I'm going to leave you ladies alone for a while. Have a nice chat." With that I left the bedroom, but didn't pull the door completely shut behind me. I wanted to listen to them for a while, to see if I could get ahead of the game; Clara wasn't the only one who could think ahead. In any case there were two of them and I got the feeling that they were ganging up on me.

"How does it feel?" I heard Clara ask.

"Funny. Exciting. Sexy." Felicity replied. "Is it always like this?"

"It is for me."

"Clara, I'm getting, um, wet, between my legs. Is that normal?"

"For me, yes." Clara laughed. "I came the first time I was tied up."

"It looks like you have again."

"That'll be watching you get bound. I didn't think it would be as much fun."

"How's your bottom?"

"Sore."

"I thought you wanted to be spanked?"

"So did I. Seems Dave was right about that, so he's probably right about needles in my tits too."

"Well I certainly wouldn't want that."

It sounded like I had won that particular battle of wills.

"Clara?" Fliss sounded nervous all of a sudden.

"Yes?"

"You said that maybe Dave would make love to me."

I nearly gasped out loud when I heard that; surely a girl as pretty as Felicity had no problems getting laid?

"I did say that, didn't I?" There was a reticence to Clara's voice. "I'm not sure I can get him... No. That's wrong. The truth is I'm fairly sure I don't really want him to. Sorry Fliss."

"Okay, I understand. He is your boyfriend." 

There was more than a hint of disappointment in Fliss's tone. I decided that I needed to go and think about this development.

I busied myself in the kitchen for half an hour, pondering the conversation I'd eavesdropped on, trying to decide on my next move. When I went back to the bedroom the girls looked at me expectantly.

"How are you feeling?" I asked.

"Horny." Said Clara. "Especially Fliss."

Felicity reddened under my gaze, squirming slightly.

"Ah. I was worried that would happen."

"Worried?" The girl frowned.

"Yes. Because Fliss, I'm afraid I can't help you with that."

"Why not?" Clara asked.

"You." I said, turning to her.

"Me?"

"Yes. I love you and I don't want to lose you and making love to your best friend would almost certainly sour our relationship."

"Even if I said it was all right?"

"Even then."

Clara sighed with relief. She gave me such a loving look that I knew I'd played it right.

"I'm sorry Fliss." I said, turning to her.

"I understand Dave, I really do. I don't want to be the cause of friction between you: after all, Clara is my best friend." She smiled wanly.

"Then I thank you sincerely. May I tell you something?" She nodded. "You are a very pretty young woman and generally sensible, so you won't have any trouble attracting a lover. Just make sure they do love you and that you trust them before you try anything like this." While I was making this speech I was untying her.

"I will, I promise."

"Good. Now I suggest you go to your room and deal with your, um, frustrations."

"Yes. And thank you." She stood up, rubbing her wrists.

"Fliss. Top drawer of the dresser." Clara winked as her friend left the room.

"Isn't that where you keep your, um, toys?" I asked my now grinning lover.

"And a spare pair of handcuffs. Are you going to let me loose too?"

"Maybe."

"Don't you want to fuck me?"

"Of course. But I also want to know that you're sorry."

"About the needles? You know I am."

"No, about involving Fliss in your little scheme without thinking it through. What would you have done if I had fucked her?"

"I...I...I don't know." She bowed her head. "You're right. Again." There was a huge sigh. "I'm sorry. I didn't think of the consequences. So, no more schemes."

"Don't say that. I do enjoy your little games." I gave her a grin and began to release her. "But it's my turn tomorrow, after we drop Felicity home."

"Doing what?"

"Something different."

"That's a bit vague."

"Deliberately." I finished untying her. "Now stop asking questions and get into bed. You two ladies aren't the only ones who're horny. I'm going to fuck your brains out tonight." I smirked.

"Oh goody!"

I took Clara out into the country; to some old outbuildings in the middle of some woods.

"What are we doing here?" She asked as I lifted a holdall out of the parked car.

"You'll see." I smiled.

"Will I like it?" She smiled back.

"Almost certainly." I laughed now.

"You're a mine of information this afternoon aren't you?" She said, putting her arm through mine.

"Come on, over here." I led her to the old doorway made from thick timber beams. The hooks I had screwed in some years previously were still there, but I decided to replace them anyway. I put down my bag and took out a drill and three new hooks.

"What are you doing?" Clara asked in amazement.

"Preparation."

"For what?"

"Always with the questions. Why don't you get ready?"

"How? For what?"

"For the 'something different' of course. Now take off your clothes."

Clara looked at me, at what I was doing and down at the contents of the holdall. Her eyes lit up with hope and understanding. With a grin she began to shed her clothes. 

It took me ten minutes or more to fix the hooks securely in place. Clara, stripped to her panties, was poking around in the holdall, checking the contents, to try and get an idea of what I had in mind.

"You brought the camera then?" She asked, picking it up.

"The pictures are only for us. No showing them to your friends."

"Not even Fliss?"

"Maybe Fliss. There, finished." I stood up and faced her. "Now Clara, this is going to be a suspension..."

"Definitely different."

"...And it will be hard on your arms. So I want you to promise to say when it hurts too much."

"I will, I promise."

"Okay then, lets start."

Clara slipped off her knickers and then presented me with her wrists. I tied them together, incorporating a carabineer that was to go over the hook in the top of the doorframe. I attached one to each of her ankles as well. As a last minute thought I added a blindfold.

"Ready for this?"

"Always."

"Don't forget, say when it hurts."

"Don't be such a fusspot. I promised." She smiled.

"Then raise your hands above your head." I instructed. She complied. I took hold of her around the waist and lifted. After a moment or two I lined up the hook and the carabineer and slipped the latter over the former. I eased Clara down, slowly letting her arms take the strain.

"That okay?" I asked worriedly.

"Fine so far." She replied jauntily, grinning.

"Then I'll do the ankles."

I swiftly clipped her ankles to the two lower hooks, spreading her legs quite wide. Clara was already beginning to sweat, and not just from the sun.

"I'm taking the photo's now. Don't forget..."

"I said I'd tell you when it hurts." She snapped with a touch of exasperation. I took the hint and stopped asking.

She stuck it out for nearly twenty minutes, during which I had taken plenty of pictures, before she gave in.

"Dave, it's hurting now." She said quietly.

Quickly I unhooked her and lowered her to the ground, taking the opportunity to give her a big kiss as her feet touched back down.

"You lasted longer than I thought you would babe." I told her, starting to untie her bonds.

"I can last longer with practice." She panted.

"Who says we're trying this again?"

"ME!"

"All right, all right." I laughed. "How about the other way up?"

"Upside down? Yes please."

"When you've rested a bit. And I'll need a bit of time to prep things again."

"Okay then." She conceded. I took off Clara's blindfold last of all: her eyes shone with excitement. I laid out the ropes and things, ready to be used again, thinking at the same time of the logistics of lifting Clara up to the hook upside down. The lifting wasn't hard, she wasn't heavy, but the turning her around might be problematical. Clara was sat on her skirt watching me, unconsciously rubbing her wrists.

"Let me see those." I asked, worried it might be serious. She stuck out her arms and turned them over. A quick inspection showed it was just the normal marks from the rope. No rope burn.

"I would have said if it had hurt." She told me wearily.

"I know, I know. I worry too much, but only because I care about you."

"I'm glad you do." She pulled my face close to hers and kissed me. "How long do I have to wait for the next session?"

"Until you've recovered."

"I'm recovered."

"If you're sure."

"Sure and eager."

"You're always eager, you little strumpet." I laughed without malice. "All right, come over here and we'll start. Bring your skirt to sit on."

She followed me over to the doorway and sat down where I indicated. I tied ropes to her wrists, leaving tails to attach to the hooks. Next I roped her ankles together, using a longer cord to try and provide some support. Again I knotted in the carabineer. 

"Ready for this lover?" I asked.

"What about the blindfold?"

"I was going to leave it off. Are you sure?"

"Yep!"

"Okay then." I tied the piece of cloth over her eyes. "This next bit might be a bit awkward, but bear with me."

"I trust you Dave."

"Then I'd better make sure I don't drop you sweetie."

"Would it help you if I did a handstand? I'm... I used to be quite good at them."

"It would certainly make things a bit easier." I mused.

"Hold on a moment then, I've never tried with my legs bound and a blindfold on." She stood a little unsteadily for a moment and then, with a bit of help from me, she flicked herself into a handstand, proving once again how limber she was. I stabilized her, keeping her upright for a second, and then I lifted her up. I couldn't get the hook and carbineer lined up at first as I stumbled around with my face in Clara's crotch, not totally unpleasant, until with a satisfying metallic click, they connected.

"Ready then Clara? I'm letting you go." I told her before carefully releasing my grip on her body and leaving her hanging upside down.

"This is so cool!" She grinned.

"If you say so. I'm gonna do your wrists now." I said. She splayed out her arms, allowing me to quickly tie the ropes around her wrists to the lower hooks and complete what we had set out to do. Finished, I picked up the camera once more and for the next five minutes or so took pictures of Clara from all angles.

"God, you look sexy like that." I said as I snapped away. "So sexy that I want to fuck you right now."

"I think you'll find I'm the wrong way up for that lover," she laughed, "but if you bring your lovely prick over to my mouth I can suck you off."

"But you won't get much out of that."

"Oh I'm sure you've got something else planned that'll compensate, so we don't want your hard-on getting in the way, do we?" She giggled. 

I wondered if it was safe, if it was even possible, to do what she was suggesting. My lower brain, the one in my groin, won the argument. I knelt in front of Clara and unzipped myself and then pulled out my now stiff dick. I gently bonked Clara on the end of the nose with it and she obligingly opened her mouth. After a final moment of hesitation I slipped the head of my cock between her lips. Immediately she felt my meat in her mouth Clara's tongue went to work. As she teased my prick Clara moved her head, taking it deeper into her mouth. It reached the back of her throat and she gagged slightly. I went to pull back but was stopped by the clenching of her teeth around it. She moved her head position and took me into her throat. I gently took hold of her head and began to slide her back along my cock. Then I pushed back in slowly, taking care so as not to choke her. Once again my knob end went into her throat so I knew she had the knack of deep-throating me now. With this knowledge I began to face-fuck her, but still slowly. The sensations Clara was engendering in my loins soon had me on the point of climax, Through the mists of lust I realised that cumming in her mouth while she was upside down might be problematical for her so I pulled away from her as I orgasmed, firing my jism partly up towards her tits but mainly onto her face.




Bound to Happen Again



"Now that WAS fun!" She laughed as she licked as much of my spunk as she could reach from her face. "I want to clean your dick off too." She said so I moved back closer and put my now feebly twitching cock between her lips. She started to lick and suck it voraciously, extracting the last of my spunk and cleaning it off. I felt myself begin to stiffen again. Clara did too and stopped her oral ministrations.

"Can't have you getting over excited too early can we?" She explained. "Now let me down and we can get on with the next bit."

I put my dick away, pulled up my zipper and then proceeded to unhook her. Clara was excited by the prospect of being fucked outdoors in bondage. I could tell as my face was in her crotch again as I let her down and she was wet. I kissed her pussy lips on a whim and she moaned a little. I set her down and then untied her legs and removed the blindfold.

"Now what?" She asked.

"I, um, don't really know." I shrugged.

"Well what did you do the last time you were here? I know you've been here before because you knew about the hooks." She said patiently.

"Yes, I have been here before, but back then it was only bondage games."

"So you must have used other spots around here?" Clara was relentless.

"Um, yes." I began to think of the possibilities. "There used to be a fence through there," I pointed, "but it might have collapsed by now."

"Lets go see shall we?"

We dropped our equipment into the holdall and went to look at the fence. It was still standing; overgrown but still there. Clara went up to it and gave it a hefty shake.

"Still seems solid enough." She said.

"What about the grass?" I asked.

"It's only grass." She shrugged. "Which way round?"

"What?" I was confused by the sudden change of direction.

"Which way round do you want to tie me?"

"Which way would you prefer?"

"I think I'd like to look out at the trees so you can take me from behind." She flashed her most winning smile.

"Okay then." I told her, opening the holdall and taking out some of the longer ropes. "Arms resting on the top rail please Clara, between the posts." 

She stepped up to the fence and placed her arms where I wanted. I took the first two ropes and tied her forearms to the rail.

"Is that all?" Clara asked in disappointment. "Just two ropes?"

"Well I want you to be able to move your legs." I explained.

"That's as maybe, but why not loop another one around my shoulders or something; to stop me moving."

Even as she said it I could see what she meant. I took another of the long ropes and draped over the back of her neck. The two tails I looped under the railing and then back over her shoulders three times, crossing them in front of her, finally tying them off to the rail. 

"That's more like it!" Clara said, wriggling a bit and then giggling.

"What's so funny?" I asked.

"The grass is tickling my belly." She explained.

"Lucky grass." I said. "But I'm going to tickle your belly too. From the inside!" I leered.

"Only if you can get hard again." Clara chuckled.

"What are you implying you cheeky young mare? And in any case, the way you've been shaking that butt of yours for the past ten minutes has made me more than hard enough for you." 

"Then what are you waiting for? Get on with it."

"Patience is a virtue young lady." I said primly. 

"It's bloody well impossible when you're as horny as me. Come on, fuck me."

"Being as you asked nicely." I said, dropping my trousers and my shorts. I took hold of my cock and slapped Clara's buttocks with it.

"See?" I said.

"I apologise. Your mighty organ is indeed as hard as a rock. Now please use it on me."

"Okay then."

I shuffled up behind Clara and, because she was so wet, slipped my dick easily into her pussy. She gave a long moan of satisfaction as I sank into her. Once I was balls deep I stopped for a moment with my hands on her hips. Clara bent her back, pushing against me, and then waggled her ass again. She giggled once more.

"The grass is teasing my tits now." She said.

"It's only grass." I reminded her as I began to pump her pussy.

"This is, uh, so, uh, kinky." She said, grunting with my thrusts.

"You are being banged outside while tied up, and you think the GRASS brushing your body is the kinky part?" I shook my head. There were times when Clara was beyond my understanding.

"It's, uh, making, uh, me, CUMMMM!!" Clara's body suddenly spasmed in orgasm, her cunt muscles clenching around my cock. Her knees buckled and it was only because I was holding onto her waist that she didn't collapse to the ground.

"Are you okay?" I asked, concerned.

"Never. Better." Clara panted. "Can you. Do me. In the. Ass now?"

"I'm not sure I should." I was worried by the explosive nature of her last climax; it seemed to have taken a lot out of her.

"Please?" She begged, her breathing settling down, becoming less ragged. She straightened her legs, taking her weight again.

With a shrug I told her 'all right then' and spat onto my fingers, before working the saliva into her puckered pink anus. I lined up my cock and leant forward, sinking it into her tight butt. Clara gave another long moan of appreciation as I entered her, which turned into a series of grunts as I began to fuck her ass. Soon I was pistoning in and out of her sweet tight butt. It was so tight that I knew it wouldn't be long until I came. Clara was panting hard, indicating that she too was close,

"Clara! Cumming soon!" I gasped as I felt my balls tighten in preparation.

"Cum in me! Cum in my kinky arse!" She responded.

The words set me off and I shot my load deep into her anal tract, which in turn triggered another huge orgasm in Clara. I slipped from her asshole and let her down gently to her knees. She was sucking in great lungfuls of air.

"Get some. Pictures. Of this." She gasped out.

I pulled up my clothing and picked up the camera. After a few pictures I hopped over the fence and took some more from the opposite angle. Clara, as ever, rapidly regained her composure. She smiled at me.

"What shall we do next?" She asked.

"Get dressed, go home, have a shower." I suggested.

"Sex in the shower?" She grinned cheekily.

"You are incorrigible." I laughed.

"Is that a yes?"

"Maybe; if you're good."

"You know I'm good!" She smirked.



Bound to Happen Again



As his orgasm subsided, she laid her head on his chest. She felt his fingers stroking her hair. He enjoyed the more gentle intimacy of this father and daughter moment until she raised her head with the realisation. She looked at him. Then the tie, still threaded through the bars and back to him. He couldn't pull both arms at the same time, but he could easily have brought one down. They smiled as they both understood that he could have done so at any time and halted matters. She wondered at what point he discovered this. But she didn't ask.

+ + + + +

Dear Diary

I was right. Daddy did want to make love with me again. I tied his arms so he couldn't stop me playing with him. Except I didn't do it properly and he could have stopped me. I don't know for sure that he knew all the time. He may have found out early or late. I didn't ask and he didn't say. But it doesn't matter as he wasn't bound the second time, when we did it a little later that morning. It was me who was tied up! He made a better job of it than I did.

Daddy was so considerate. He knew I hadn't cum. All I wanted was to get him back; to get him making love to me again. I sought only to please him, not caring whether I was satisfied; hoping that would come later. It came sooner. I came sooner. Lol.

After I made him cum, we talked and it seemed only fair when daddy suggested he tie my arms. I expected him to tie me like I had him, but he wrapped his necktie around my wrists with my arms behind my back. He made sure I wasn't in pain or uncomfortable. I was surprised how much it pushed my breasts out making them look so much bigger. It drove daddy wild and he couldn't leave them alone. I never knew my nipples could get so hard.

When he fucked me, the feeling of helplessness was delicious. Bound as I was, I could do nothing as he held my thighs apart and put his cock inside me again. I know I wanted it anyway, but it was a great thrill and made up for not being able to hold him as we made love. But there will be other times.

This afternoon I read on the internet story site that Michelle lost her anal virginity. I had expected to be disappointed if she beat me to it, but I'm not. She isn't real. Nor is her daddy. Mine is. We can share each other bodies whenever we like.

C