By sub01

Carol would tell me where the key was, sooner or later.  And if she wanted it to be later... well, then that was just fine with me.  In fact we could have some fun in the process.  As I pondered just what to do with my now naked and helpless Carol I stood and placed my hand between her legs.  Two of my fingers slipped easily into her cunt.  She was so open and wet.  How much, I wondered, was from me licking her earlier, and how much from being helplessly bound and stripped?

  As I fingered Carol slowly my gaze came to rest on something lying on the counter nearby.  It was the cucumber she had laid out earlier for making her salad, before I'd come downstairs and interrupted her.  Perfect.  I reached for it and brought it to her lips.  "I want you to lick this, you bitch," I teased her.  "Get it wet for your cunt.  Just like you made Mary do yesterday."

Carol blushed.  "Brian, I'm not going to--"

I pushed my fingers deeper into her cunt.  "I'm not asking you, Carol... I'm telling you."

I could see the indecision in her wide eyes, the embarrassment, and the veiled arousal.  She was blushing madly now.  "Do I need to get a bigger cucumber?" I teased her.  I didn't, apparently, because after a moment Carol reluctantly stuck her tongue out and licked the tip of the cucumber.  I chuckled.  "It's pretty big.  You'd better get it a lot wetter than that."

Carol scowled at me and pursed her lips.

"It'll hurt a lot more if it goes in dry," I reasoned with her.  "But if that's how you want it..."  I lowered the cucumber between her legs.  She tried to close her legs but it was too late; I was already between them, blocking her vain attempt at self defense with my own legs, nudging the cucumber between her folds.

"Wait!" Carol exclaimed.  "Wait, Brian!"

I paused with the tip of the thick cucumber just nudging at her cunt lips.  "Yes?"

"Fine...  I... I'll lick it."

"You don't sound very enthusiastic."

"I am!  Please Brian, I'll lick it."

I chuckled.  "That's the spirit, Carol..  But now I think I'd like you to beg me."

Carol blushed.  "Brian, I'm not going to--"

I pressed the cucumber up, forcing just the thick, dry tip between her pussy lips.

"Ow!  Please, Brian!  Okay, fine, I'll beg, damn you!"

"Okay," I smiled.  "Go ahead."

Carol scowled.  "Please, Brian... please let me lick the cucumber."  She paused, and when I only smiled at her she continued reluctantly.  "Please, Brian!  Please let me suck it!  Please, let me get it ready with my mouth.  I... I want to lick it."

"And when it's wet, where do you want me to put it, Carol?"

Carol hesitated, pursing her lips.  "In... in my pussy, Brian.  Please?"

I smiled and put a bit more pressure on the dry cucumber.

"Ow!  My cunt!  Please Brian, I want it in my cunt!"

"Whose cunt?"

Carol hesitated for a moment, scowling at me.  Finally she relented.  "Your cunt!" she said, blushing deeply.  "Please Brian, it's your cunt!  Just let me lick it, please!"

I let her beg until I couldn't stand it any more (the wait, not the begging) and then I brought the cucumber to her lips again.  This time she opened her mouth and accepted the cucumber between her lips eagerly, not even seeming to care that the tip was now coated with her own juices.

"You can do better than that, Carol.  Do it like you made my sister do it."

Carol gave me a withering look, her cheeks blushing beet red, but she did it.  She began fellating the cucumber expertly, if not eagerly, her delicious lips wrapped tightly around the shaft, her tongue working at the underside.  Her saliva quickly coated the first two or three inches of the cucumber, and then even a bit more as she struggled and took the cucumber in deeper until it brought tears to her eyes.  I didn't help her at all; I held the cucumber still and let her do all the work, performing on it as if it were a penis.  And she did, even taking her mouth off it and licking up and down the shaft, spreading her saliva over more area than she could reach otherwise.  It was a performance which made me stiffen something awful, a fact that was not lost on Carol.  She smiled at me and began tickling the tip of the cucumber with her tongue, as if she were teasing a real penis.  And kissing it.  And sucking it.

"If you untie me," she teased with a smile, "I'll suck your cock like this..."

She was teasing me, the bitch!  Even in her helpless situation she was teasing me.  But I wasn't to be denied.  "If you tell me where the key to my sister's belt is, Carol, I'll LET you suck my cock like that."

She scowled at that and said nothing.  I let her have only a few more moments with the cucumber and then I drew it away.  It was wet enough now, and besides I wouldn't be able to take any more of her lewd performance without needing some relief myself.  My heart pounding, my cock stiff, I lowered the cucumber between Carol's legs.

She was tight.  Exquisitely tight.  As I nudged the cucumber past her delicate folds and pushed it up inside her, just the tip, she winced.  I couldn't help but smile.  This cucumber was no bigger than the one she had used on my sweet Mary.  I worked it up into her gently, an inch and then two.

"Please Brian, it's too thick!"

"It's not nearly thick enough," I told her with a smile.  I pressed it in deeper, and then deeper still, until half and then nearly three quarters of the thick length was buried inside her tightness.  She was blushing madly now.  I wondered if she'd ever been penetrated like this, without having any say in what was done to her.  The thought that she probably hadn't made me stiffen even more.

"Brian--"

"If you keep talking I'll find a bigger cucumber," I threatened with a smile. 

"No!" Carol gasped.  "I mean, this one is big enough!  Please, Brian!"

"You're still talking..."

Carol pursed her lips.  I could tell she wanted to say something, though.  She tried to convey whatever it was with her eyes, but all I got out of it was that she was quite helpless and quite desperate.  For what I couldn't tell.  Maybe orgasm.  Maybe a smaller cucumber.  Maybe no cucumber at all.

Carol's cunt was delightfully tight.  I began fucking her with the cucumber at about three quarters deep, slowly and patiently coaxing it deeper with each stroke.  I fucked her slowly, not in any hurry.  Besides, the look in her eyes each time the thick cucumber slipped out of her tightness, only to return anew and deeper, was delightful.  She bit her lip but said nothing.  Finally my knuckles brushed her splayed folds; she had taken the entire length of the cucumber into her cunt, save the end which I used as a handhold.

"Wow, I can't believe you took the whole thing," I teased her.  "Have you ever had anything this big?"

Carol shook her head but didn't say anything, only gazed at me with those beautiful, pleading eyes as I kept fucking her slowly with the cucumber.  Now I pushed it deep each time, till my knuckles were at her lips.  Each time a little faster.

"I'll bet you'd like to cum, wouldn't you?"

Carol pursed her lips but said nothing.  I smiled.  She was no doubt too embarrassed to admit the truth.  But her eyes betrayed her.

"I'll tell you what, Carol.  Since you seem to want to cum so badly, I'll lick you.  But only so long as you keep that cucumber inside you.  Would you like that?"

Carol hesitated and then nodded slowly.

The truth was, I wasn't concerned at all with giving Carol an orgasm, and I didn't think she'd keep the cucumber inside her long enough for that to happen anyway.  I just wanted to taste her again, sans panties in the way.  I knelt between her legs, smiling up at her, my hands on her hips and my lips at her pussy.  I explored between her folds with my tongue, just above where the thick cucumber penetrated her, searching gently for her clit.  As I did the cucumber began slipping out of her pussy ever so slowly.

"Feel free to let it fall out," I chuckled, winking at Carol.  "I know you don't really want an orgasm anyway."

Carol whimpered and pressed her thighs together, trapping the cucumber inside herself.  How delightful.  She did want an orgasm.

I pressed my lips back to her lovely delta again, only now with her legs pressed together I didn't have very good access.  I searched gently with my tongue.  I could get at her clit, but not nearly as well as before.  Splendid.

The exquisite thing was, as I licked her she seemed to want nothing more than to spread her legs and give me better access.  But each time she started to relax her thighs the cucumber slipped out a bit more.

"You'd better watch it," I chuckled.  "It's coming out."

Carol whimpered and tightened her thighs again, breaking her silence though I no longer cared.  "Please Brian.  Lick me harder!"

"I could if you would spread your legs a little."

"But I can't!  It'll slip out!"

I shrugged.  "Suit yourself."

I kept licking her as best I could, which wasn't the best at all with her legs clenched so tightly.  It was a delightful predicament to have her in.  I licked her a bit longer and then smiled up at her.  "You know, we could avoid this whole thing if you would just tell me where the key to my sister's chastity belt is."

Even in her anxiousness Carol managed an amused smile.  "I told you, Brian... her pussy's mine."

I shrugged, planted a kiss on her belly and stood, smiling patiently.

Carol's smile faded.  "What are you doing?  Aren't you going to keep licking?"

"My tongue is tired."

"Please Brian!"

But I only smiled.

Carol hesitated and then began pulling and twisting at her bonds, trying to free her wrists.  No doubt trying to free herself so she could finish what I had started between her legs.  But the bonds were tight, and as she struggled her frustration grew.

"Brian!  Untie me!  Please!"

"Nope."

Carol pouted.  "Please?"

I smiled but said nothing.

"Then at least lick me a bit more," Carol begged.  "Please?"

"Nope."

"But I'm so close!  Please Brian?"

"Nope."

Carol changed tactics, smiling at me slyly.  "If you lick me a bit more, Brian, I'll make it worth your while..."

"It's already going to be worth my while, Carol," I said with a smile.  "Whether or not I decide to let you cum."

Carol groaned in frustration, and then she tried yet another tactic.  "You may as well untie me, Brian.  I'm not horny any more."

"You're not?" I smiled.

"No.  Not at all.  So you may as well untie me."

I moved closer to Carol, inserting my knee between her barely parted legs, not quite touching her crotch with my thigh but coming close enough that she began squirming and trying to bring her pussy into contact with my leg.  "What a shame," I chuckled.  "Just think, if you were still horny you might be able to bring yourself off on my leg."

Carol whimpered, squirming with her naked pussy barely an inch from my thigh.  "Brian, please!"

"Please what?"

"Can't you, um, come a little closer?"

"Sure."  I leaned forward and kissed her on the nose.  "How's this?"

Carol blushed.  "That's not what I meant."

"What did you mean then?"

"I mean, with your leg."

"Oh.  Okay."  I moved my leg, the one outside hers, closer.

"Brian!  Stop teasing me!  Your other leg!"

I chuckled.  "Oh.  This one?"  And I moved my leg almost imperceptibly closer between hers.

"Please Brian, a little more."

I could see in Carol's eyes that she wanted to move her hips forward and bring her pussy into contact with my leg, but in doing so she would obviously risk loosing her grip on the cucumber.  Splendid.  I pressed my knee further between her legs, my thigh agonizingly close to her crotch.

"How's this?"

She did nothing for a moment.  Maybe she didn't trust that I would actually leave my leg there.  But soon she began moving gently, trying to bring her clit into contact with my thigh.  It was just a little too awkward for her, and little by little she relaxed her legs just enough so that she could bring herself into contact with my thigh.  When she finally did she sighed and rubbed against me tentatively.

"You're not going to take your leg away, right Brian?"

"Not unless you let that cucumber slip out."

Carol whimpered and I could feel her legs tighten.  But she didn't close them.  She started humping against my leg gently, and then soon not so gently, grinding her clit against me and gasping.  She was obviously desperately aroused.  She alternately humped against my leg for a few moments and then slowed and tensed.  Over and over.  I could no longer see between her legs, but I imagined that the cucumber was slipping out little by little.  Yet she didn't seem to be able to bring herself to stop humping against my leg.

I ever so slowly began easing my knee back from between her legs.  Not a lot, just enough that she had to begin following me with her hips in order to keep her clit against my leg.  At first it was a fraction of an inch, but then an inch and then more.  She whimpered in frustration.

"Brian!  Please, don't do that!"

"Don't do what?"

"Don't take your leg away!  You promised!"

"I haven't taken it away.  You can still reach it."  I pulled my leg back another inch, delighting in how desperately Carol followed my movements with her hips.

"Brian, please!"

"What if I move it a little?  Does that feel good?"  I moved my knee up and down, augmenting her own desperate movements.

"Oh, keep doing that!"

"Does it feel good?"

"Yes!"  Carol humped harder against my leg, whimpering as I pulled still further away and stopped moving my knee.  Her hips were thrust forward now and I could tell by the awkward look on her face that she must be having trouble retaining the cucumber.

"Beg me then."

Carol whimpered but didn't say anything, only moved against my leg.  I pulled away a little more.  Much further and she would lose contact with my thigh altogether.

"Brian, please!"

I chuckled.  "That's a good start."

Carol pursed her lips and scowled at me.  And then, finally, she relented, begging me desperately.

"Please Brian, let me rub my... my cunt against you a little more.  Please Brian!  I'm so horny!  Please don't tease me like this!  Please... the cucumber's going to slip out!  Please let me finish!"

How unlike her earlier defiance her new desperation was!  And how delightfully, obviously close to orgasm she was.  I moved my knee forward a bit and Carol whimpered and ground her crotch against my thigh, thanking me profusely.

And then came a familiar voice from the doorway behind us.  "Well, well, well... look who's the submissive little slut now!"