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Girl Tied-Up
by Joseph Brabet
I opened the door to let her in. "You silly old poohead,"
she giggled, "wasting all your time fixing up this old
house. Don't you think you could put your time to better
use ?" "Oh I don't know," I answered, "I suppose I could
think of a few things to while away the time if I didn't
have to do this," and smiled sidelong at her. Laughing,
Gemma punched me in the arm playfully and bounced into the
front room, throwing herself into an armchair. I reached
for a can of Coke and then sat down in another chair beside
hers.
She turned to face me and I admired yet again her small
face, dominated by her large blue eyes and full, dark red
lips which often bore a slightly sardonic grin. Her light
summer dress was navy with small white dots and reached
midway down her small calves. Although loose-fitting as
befits such a dress, it was made of a material that
revealed the curves of her body when the breeze moved it,
or when, having been aroused, her own perspiration made it
cling to her skin. Its cut gave no hint that she had very
large, soft breasts beneath the dress with nipples that
responded quickly to the touch of my hand or a cold wind.
I enjoyed her lavish breasts immensely and once when I
complained of missing the feel of them when she was absent,
she made a tiny model of a bosom from some putty I had been
using to replace a window pane, as something with which I
could console myself. Her body was slim and small-boned,
with attractively lithe legs, and her reddish-brown hair
was of medium length and very fine.
"What do you think of while you are hammering nails and
painting away ?" she asked. "Nothing much, really," I
mumbled as I attacked a large packet of potato chips. As
soon as I had said this, I realized that a slightly
different response was required, and that she was playing a
game with me. Hurriedly I finished munching the chips and
looked her straight in the eye. "Well actually that's not
entirely true. I tend to think of you and what I'll do to
you the next time I get you alone in this house," I smiled.
"Dirty Joseph !" she laughed, knowing full well she was
encouraging me. Toying with her a little more, I said,
"What gave you the idea that I think naughty thoughts ?"
with as innocent an expression as I could muster upon my
face. "You," she replied flatly.
As she spoke, I had reached a hand through the armhole of
her light summer dress and was cupping her full breast
through her bra, enjoying the sensation of its softness and
weight. Although she feigned modesty, she didn't seem to
mind this sort of attention and it gave me a strange sort
of pleasure to play with her breast even as I did other
things such as eating, drinking and talking. As we
continued to engage in verbal foreplay, I eased her bra cup
up and over her breast, freeing it from the lacy embrace
and letting it fall heavily into my hand. Idly I flicked
at her nipple with my finger and was pleased to be rewarded
by it gradually becoming harder and protruding further from
her breast. She seemed to have started breathing a little
bit faster, but it was hard to tell. I could see she was
trying to pretend that my attentions were having no effect
on her, so I thought to increase her tension by turning
around to face her and letting my hand stray down her body,
passing over her flanks and along her smooth, slim legs.
As I caressed her dainty calves I took the hem of her dress
and slowly pulled it upwards, exposing her legs to my gaze.
Again she made some small protest which had the effect of
heightening my arousal instead of dampening it.
I reached for her shoulder, pulling her towards me and
kissed her on her mouth. Her lips were soft and yielding,
as was her tongue, which did not dart about furiously as so
many girls' do, but moved languorously around my own.
Running my hand up her smooth leg, I caressed the inside of
her tender thigh, feeling her tremble as I approached her
knickers. They were white and lacy, and the heat and
moisture from her sex were beginning to seep through. I
covered her damp sex with my palm as if to contain the
warmth in order to build it up to a higher level, and she
responded by pressing herself against my hand.
Meanwhile, I moved to kiss her long neck, feeling the blood
pulse under my tongue. Her neck seemed to be very
sensitive, and such attention always served to increase her
arousal. I could feel her erect nipples being pushed
against my chest by her full, round breasts. Her own hand
strayed down my front from where it had been pressed
against my chest. She slowly massaged my erect penis
through my jeans, further firing my ardour, then eased the
zipper open and manipulated my clothing until the caged
beast sprung forth into her small hand.
Again unlike most girls, she did not seem afraid of or
repelled by my penis, having on the contrary given it a pet
name, "ferret," by which she would refer to it in its
detumescent state. She would toy with it when it was in
this condition, marvelling at the condition of apparent
helplessness of the organ which in its rigid state so
violently assaulted her own body. Of course, when it was
erect she was more respectful of its potential and
therefore expertly ministered to it with her hands and
mouth.
I reached down and took the hem of her dress in my hands,
pulling the dress up and over her head in one smooth
motion, virtually stripping her bare. The breast I had
uncovered before pouted prettily at me while the other was
still covered by her bra. I reached around her to unfasten
it, taking the chance as I did so to kiss the base of her
neck. As her bra came off, I cupped both breasts in my
hand, feeling their weight. I bent my head to her left
breast, which being slightly larger than her right was my
favourite, and began licking it, starting off with the
underside and working my way up to the nipple, which I
sucked into my mouth as I rapidly and repeatedly flicked my
tongue over its tip, eliciting several moans of pleasure
from Gemma and making her breathing increase in tempo.
After a few minutes of this I moved up and kissed her on
the lips, savouring their softness again. Her breasts,
damp from my attentions, were crushed against my chest by
our embrace. Meanwhile I had reached a hand down inside
her knickers, brushing the hairs of her sex as I did. I
covered her sex with my hand as I had done before, then
spread her nether lips with my fingers and pushed my second
finger in as deep as it would go. She gave a start moaned
again in pleasure at this. She was already moist and my
finger penetrated her with ease. I wriggled my finger
inside her, stimulating the walls of her vagina and
searching for her G-spot. With my other arm I was cradling
her shoulders as I continued kissing her. I could feel her
struggle for breath under my mouth as I toyed with her sex.
I withdrew a wet, sticky finger from between its lips and
spread the lubrication over her clitoris, which was trying
to poke erect from beneath its hood. As soon as my finger
touched it, she gasped then moaned and moved her hips to
accomodate my probing finger. She clenched her thighs
around my hand as I worried her clitoris with my finger and
she broke off our kiss and threw her head back. I liked to
watch her face as I pleasured her, seeing her loss of
feminine reserve increase as she rushed closer to a climax.
Her breasts were animated by the rise and fall of her chest
as her breathing speeded up, something else I enjoyed
watching. As she inhaled faster and faster, I moved my
fingers more quickly to speed her orgasm, feeling her sex
get wetter and wetter as her arousal increased.
Feeling self-conscious at my examination of her responses
at this time, she took my penis in her hand and started
moving her hand back and forth in an attempt to distract my
attention. Not surprisingly, she was fairly successful in
her aims as I began reacting to this rather quickly,
although I was still interested in watching her. I could
feel the sap rising in me and ejaculation approaching, so I
kept up my fingering of her clitoris in order to make her
climax before I did, so that I could see her face as she
did so. With a series of short, sharp cries she orgasmed,
her body shuddering for several seconds and her thighs
pressed tightly together. She went completely limp for a
while and then renewed her frigging of my penis, wanting to
watch me lose control as I had watched her. As her hand
motions became faster, I felt that the dam was about to
burst, and just as her hand moved my foreskin off the head
of my penis, a great jet of sperm squirted forth and landed
on her belly and on her pubic hair. She uttered no protest
at this point, although she later carefully wiped herself
clean with a tissue. I liked very much to ejaculate on her
naked body if I was not ejaculating inside her mouth or her
sex. The idea of soiling her flesh appealed greatly to me.
We kissed tenderly and slowly for a while, then resumed
talking, not bothering to dress ourselves again. My hunger
began to get the better of me and a sudden inspiration
seized me. Laying Gemma down upon the carpet, I took the
packet of chips I had started eating and emptied them over
her naked body. She started protesting and moved as if to
get up, but I pushed her down and began to eat the chips
off her body with my mouth, one by one. She giggled each
time my mouth touched her skin, as I had placed the chips
from her neck down to her pubic hair. When I was eating
the chips near her breasts and her sex, I took the chance
to tease and tickle the flesh beneath with my mouth,
causing her to squirm. This was an almost ideal confluence
of two of my great passions, sex and food. I continued
eating the chips off her naked skin until her body was
again entirely bare.
I had become quite aroused by this activity and my penis
had grown hard once more. Gemma noticed this and called
me,"Dirty Joseph" again, making me smile. She took my
erection in her small hands and placed it in her mouth. I
sighed with pleasure, for she began to make small, fast
licking movements with her tongue on the underside of the
head of my penis, an area rich with nerve endings, even as
her mouth still enclosed it. There was no need to thrust
it in and out of her mouth since she was stimulating it
with her tongue, almost driving me to distraction with the
erotic effects. I caressed her head, not knowing what else
to do with my hands, and prayed that she wouldn t stop what
she was doing to me. Fortunately she didn t, and after a
few minutes of the stimulation of her wet mouth and agile
tongue, I felt myself approaching ejaculation.
Involuntarily I started moving my hips, thrusting my penis
a little deeper into her mouth but I stopped when I
realised that this prevented her from licking the underside
of its head, an attention that was driving me wild. I
finally began to ejaculate inside her mouth, no longer able
to restrain myself. Expecting her to spit out my penis and
close her mouth against my sperm, I let go of her head. On
the contrary, and to my delight, she kept it inside her
mouth and swallowed each drop as it spurted from my penis.
I could see her throat muscles working as she attempted to
swallow without choking and this excited me enormously,
making me ejaculate even more sperm more forcefully into
her mouth.
At long last, I gradually stopped discharging, with the
spasms coming more slowly and more weakly. Gemma swallowed
the last of the sperm, then took my penis out of her mouth
and began licking every last drop from its tip and sides,
completely cleaning it. The pleasure I had experienced
inside her mouth was almost beyond belief, and my
satisfaction at her loving treatment of my erection during
and after my ejaculation was immense. After she had given
my penis one last kiss, I took her in my arms and caressed
her for a long time, fighting off the urge to sleep.
Some time later I had regained my ardour and my penis was
growing hard again at the sight of Gemma's lovely naked
body. I tensed the muscles in my groin and the penis
jerked upward as if animated by a consciousness of its own.
She gave a start at this, then told me to stop doing it.
Naturally I continued, just to see her response, and she
laughed and tried to hit me in frustration. "Naughty
Gemma," I chastised her, "I'll have to punish you for
that." "You wouldn t do anything to me," she answered. I
said nothing, but reached over and grabbed a couple of
plastic bags, the sort you get from a supermarket, and
stood to my feet. Gemma reached up to take my erection in
her hand, hoping to make me forget whatever it was I
intended or at least delay it, although I think she was
secretly excited. I pulled her up beside me and led her
into the hallway where there were several decorative hooks
just above my head height meant for hats and coats. "I'm
going to tie you up, Gemma," I smiled. She laughed
disbelievingly at this, so I thrust her against the wall
and began tying a plastic bag around each of her slim
wrists. Still she did not imagine that I would and could
actually do what I had said, so she made no protest nor did
she struggle. Or perhaps she wanted to be tied up and be
made my helpless victim. Next I raised her arms above her
head and with the handles of the bags, made a loop which
would tighten if it were pulled. I slipped each loop over
a coathook, her arms just long enough to reach, but not
long enough so that she could free herself too easily,
although it was by no means impossible.
I stepped back and admired her, naked and restrained by her
arms, fastened above her head. This elevated her full
round breasts which pertly pointed their erect nipples
upwards very fetchingly and I could not resist bending down
and licking each one in turn, so temptingly soft and
defenceless were they. She twisted her body as my tongue
roamed over it,making her moan and occaisonally tickling
her in sensitive places. Her powerlessness excited me
greatly and I grew intoxicated with a wild lust. Suddenly,
I decided to leave her and walk into the other room, where
I sat down and lit a cigarette. The idea of leaving her
naked, bound by her wrists and alone in the cold hallway
was another arousing demonstration of my power over her. I
smoked slowly, enjoying the cigarette all the more for
listening to her first demanding, then begging me to free
her. I callously ignored all her pleas until I had
finished my cigarette. She had fallen silent now, resigned
to her fate. As I walked down the hall, my penis gradually
grew erect and she followed it with her eyes as I moved
towards her. Placing my hand between her legs I felt that
her sex was damp with excitement, caused by her bondage.
When I simply and easily removed her bonds she was furious
with herself, because she realised that she could have
removed them herself with a small amount of effort. This
amused me and I led her naked and fuming back into the warm
room.
There I lay her down on the carpet and spread her legs.
She reached up, eager for me to take her, and I entered her
with ease because her sex was so wet and slippery from her
arousal. Never had I pierced her nether lips so easily.
She took hold of my buttocks, pulling hard so that I would
drive as deeply as possible into her sex. Tying her up
naked had turned me on enormously, and it had obviously had
a similar effect on her. I could feel the burning hot
interior of her sex as thrust hard into it, impaling her
writhing body which was begging for release. We were like
two animals rutting, I the dominant on top and she the
submissive beneath, having been subdued by her bondage, but
both of us seeking the same end. I held her tight to me as
I pounded her sex, crushing her breasts against my chest.
Sweat trickled down her cleavage as she moaned in pleasure
and clung to me. I could feel the tide mounting within me
and I struggled to hold it back. Gemma's breathing came in
short, sharp pants now with a small, vocalized moan with
each breath. She threw her head back and tensed her body,
which was then wracked by convulsions of ecstasy. Having
also reached my limits, I released the floodgates and let
my sperm violently explode deep inside her sex, still
thrusting with each spasm until she was filled with my
semen. I collapsed onto her prone body, too exhausted to
withdraw my penis from her. We were both stunned by the
ferocity of our desire and its conclusion, stimulated no
doubt by what had gone before. We lay there panting for
some time as we caught our breath. Our perspiration
gradually evaporated, cooling our fevered bodies slightly.
As I drifted off into sleep, I could still feel my erection
hard inside her damp sex.
THE END
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