The Red Flame: The E Kids!
by Bryce Denison, Copyright December 2007

The relentless partying of Julie's downstairs neighbor puts her scholarship at stake. Stressed and anxious she retaliates by putting them through an ordeal of Gothic proportion with the help of Inge a visitor from Denmark. - Bondage, female domination, 4 mind-blowing orgasms. 

Get Ready for the E Kids!:

It is 2:45 am on a Tuesday.  I am cramming for an exam on Gothic History, a component of my European history course.  I am not a crammer, my brain doesn't work that way. Helping Denise with her Psych Lab tore into valuable study time on the weekend.  So here I am stressed to the max, jacked up on coffee and sleep deprived adrenaline. Hopelessness fills my stomach with butterflies.  Seven hours to go before the exam.

The noise from the E Kids downstairs sends sound shock waves from the soles of my feet to my forehead. My desk, cluttered with papers, rattles in time to the techno music blaring from Maxwell's 'killer' sound system.  Yeesh, the only thing killer about it is the brain cells that are undoubtedly being vaporized by 160 decibels of throbbing base, that and all the illicit drugs they use to go with it.

I return to the obscure article I am reading, "Punishment and its role in early Gothic justice circa 170 BC - 450 AD." I try for the gazillionth time to finish reading the first paragraph:
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"About fifteen hundred years before the fall of Rome, these Germans had begun to migrate southward from the lands we now call Norway, Sweden and Denmark...."

Crash, Bang, Boom Zip

The psychedelic trance music scratches off.  My downstairs neighbors, the E Kids, so-called by Denise because of their late night raving, electronic music, and Ecstasy that gives purpose to their lives have finally, finally gone quiet.  I sigh in relief, the risk of loosing my scholarship grant somewhat abated, there is hope I won't crash and burn on the exam after all!

Then, rising up from the air duct, the shrill voice of Emily, "You are Danish? Get out of town girl so am I."  Then something crashes to the floor, it is the rubber ball they toss around the apartment for Biscuit, Maxwell's Husky dog, and in my view the only sane being in their three-person home.

A deep yet feminine voice, European in tone, pipes into my room through the air vent, "I find that hard to believe." Then Emily's retort shrill and somewhat aggressive in tone, "You can bet my black ass I am Danish. My grandfather..."

Then Zip, Boom, WAaw, Maxwell's decks kicks into gear and my small study room rattles and shakes again with the throb of his music electronica.

Ugh! My highlight pen bounces of the cover of my textbook marking the flaming Gothic masks and spikes that illustrate its cover. I grab my red hair and pull it hard.  Despair fills me, my nervous state and hallow energy make me inconsolable and I start to weep.

Why did I take this course? Why did I spend the entire weekend with Denise? And why did I agree to the subletting the basement to the E kids!?

Taking a deep breath, and wiping my nose, I collect myself. Those little shits are not going to jeopardize my scholarship grant. I need it more than they need their electronica, drugs, and their upside down lifestyle.  I stand up and straighten myself.  Picking up the heavy textbook with its spooky illustration more to use as protection than for anything else, I walk to the stairs, holding my head high.

Busting into their apartment, through the clutter of their hallway toward their kitchen, which unfortunately is directly under my study room I courageously enter.

"Would you two Schweinehundes Shut Up!" I bark. Evidently some of my Germanic studies have sunk in.

They keep on talking, screaming at each other over the throb of Maxwell's electronica. I see Emily's animated face as she undoubtedly tries to persuade her guest of her Danish heritage.  Her stem expression of conviction is undermined by her glassy eyes and dilated pupils.  Her guest's back is to me. A tall woman with broad shoulders wearing a tight fitting magenta blouse that has criss cross straps at the back, her muscular torso straining them tight.

It is the colour of her straight shoulder length hair that is my first indication that she is unique. It is platinum colour. Then looking more closely at her exposed back I realize that the paleness of her skin colour isn't due the fluorescent kitchen lights.  Her skin is as pale as a copy paper.

No matter, with adrenaline coursing through my veins I slam my Gothic history textbook down on the kitchen counter beside them. BAM!

I yell, "Shut up!". My voice is shriller than Emily's.

Emily looks over her friend's shoulder as she turns to look at me. Now that I have got it off my chest, I am not sure what else to say. I just stare at them my head tilted forward a curl of red hair covering one of my eyes. I look menacingly at Emily, then wide eyed at her friend.  She is not like any person I have seen before.  Her face is broad with high cheekbones, her skin is pales as can be, the only colour provided by small freckles. It is her eyes that I find most intriguing. They are as pale, cold and icy blue as Biscuit - Maxwell's Siberian husky dog.

Staring into her eyes and then at her straight shoulder length hair, silvery white, cut in a perfect bob, I realize that this woman is not only unique, a foreigner. She also possesses a presence I don't see often in and around campus, or anywhere else for that matter.

Her face, her body, her stern demeanor immediately reminds me of illustrations of the Gothic Valkyrie, handmaiden to Odin, that I had reviewed only moments before in the safety of my bedroom. I stare at her in wonder, breathing deeply losing my nerve with every breath. She appraises me, looks me up and down then sets her Arctic eyes on mine, a look that seems to extract hidden information, a piercing look. I hold her gaze only momentarily then look behind her shoulder at Emily, whose mouth is open wide. Her hands are on her hips, as she gives me a "what the hell are you doing here?!" look.

I look back at this outlander saying nothing, breathing deeply, the beats from Maxwell's sound system send vibrations through my feet and chest. Her intense stare softens slightly. She says, "I am Inge."  Then she asks me, "what shall I do?".

I look back at Emily, a strange sense of power fills me. I say the first thing that enters my mind, "restrain her!"

My simple words unleash Inge to action.  She kicks Biscuit's rubber ball against the side of the cupboard and catches it with ease. She opens a drawer and pulls out a bunch of dishtowels, then opens another and pulls out some duct tape. She moves quickly and with purpose. Unlike Emily she is not high.  My overwrought brain is having difficulties processing what is going on. I am a spectator.

Inge turns, takes hold of Emily's shoulders, and spins her around. Emily is obviously having the same difficulty processing this as I. Within a matter of seconds Inge has tied Emily's wrists together behind her back. She turns her around and Emily opens her mouth in protest. Inge responds by placing the rubber dog ball in Emily's mouth. Holding it there with the palm of her hand she grabs a dishtowel with the other and places it over her mouth. Holding it there she turns to me. "Hand me the tape now."

I do as she says. She pulls off a strip with her teeth then places it over Emily's gagged mouth and using the dishtowel as a barrier to her hair and skin she wraps the duct tap around face and the back of her head a few times. Inge then holds Emily's shoulders and guides her to the small cloakroom. Placing a coat on the ground she pushes Emily down so that she kneels on it.  Emily still stunned does not resist as Inge completes my command by tying her ankles together with a piece of climbing rope she found hanging on a hook.  She closes the cloakroom door and turns to me.

"The others?" She asks her dog like stare penetrating me to my core.

I pick up my textbook and walk down the hall toward the E Kid main lair - their large living room where Maxwell has his deck and sound system set up. Inge follows me. We stop at the door to survey the scene. 

In one corner is Maxwell, skinny and tall. He is wearing large wrap around sunglasses that make him look like a bug. He holds a large headphone against one ear, his other hand is held high above his head, fingers pointing he moves them to the beat of the music.  Max smiles and looks at Thomas who is dances in the middle of the room.  Thomas is wearing boxer shorts and work boots, nothing else. His body moves like its made of rubber. He bends, stretches and rocks to the psychedelic electronica peeling from the speakers. The only light provided by strobes, which make his movements look creepy and puppet like.

Both Inge and I stand there in the hallway looking in. Max and Tom at 21 were only a few years younger than me.  Nice guys for the most part, cute, friendly. But after 10 pm they are total and utter pain in the ass.

Inge moved closer to me and tilts her head to talk into my ear.  "May I restrain them to?". Her voice was loud in my ear, her European accent strong but easy to understand. I looked back at the E Kids.  Partying away at 3 am Tuesday morning, oblivious to my angst over the exam that was only a few hours away. My scholarship at stake! My future in their hands.  I breathed in deeply. I cannot let these bozos control my fate.

Standing on my toes, my heart racing, I speak into Inge's ear, "Yes, restrain them."

She approaches Tom from the back, places a hand on the top of his bare shoulder and squeezes.  His knees buckle like a rag doll and he collapses to the floor on his knees. Now that I am noticed Maxwell laughs and waves his hand at me. To him, his friend's 'manhandling' by
Inge is a joke. He laughs even harder when she starts tying Tom's wrists behind his back. The music beats on, its tempo progressively more intense as Max spins his disks.

She heaves Tom up and pushes him toward the sofa. He complies; I guess he is in shock. Either that or his party drugs prevent him from comprehending what is happening. Inge kneels down and picks up another one of the Biscuit's rubber fetch balls and proceeds to gag him in the same fashion as she did with Emily. Thomas now sits bound and gagged on the couch.

Inge then turns her attention to Maxwell. She approaches him, stopping only briefly to flick on the overhead lights. He opens his mouth in protest, but she doesn't see him as she is pulling the power bar for his sound system out of the wall socket.  Finally the E Kids apartment is silent.

"Hey hey hey, what the hell is going ON?!", Max shouts at Inge, "I was just ramping things up here, it was gonna be KILLER."

Then he looks at me, "what's with you?" he asks. Apparently my demeanour reveals the silent rage brewing within me.

Inge approaches Max and pulls a handful of patch chords from his sound system, speaker wire and such.  He moves to stop her. She grabs his wrist and twists his arm.  Max spins around like a puppet offering no resistance, proof that all night partying is not conducive to building muscle strength.  Within a matter of seconds he is bound but not gagged.

"Hey, hey, hey, this isn't funny anymore," he protests as Inge pushes him down on the sofa. Inge strokes his forehead gently and says "shh, sshhhhh", calming him down. Maxwell complies, bound and seated beside Tom on their large fake leather sofa.  She goes back to the sound system, rummages around quickly in a stack of CDs on a shelf above the vinyl, patches in two headphones, plugs back the power bar and puts a CD in the player. Inge then places headphones on each of the boys and returns to crank up the volume.

The apartment is silent except for the tinny sounds emanating from their headphones.

My heart races. I am sure what Inge has done, what I have done is bordering on criminal. I look at Thomas seated on the sofa - ball gagged, bare chested and bony kneed in his boxer shorts. Then at Maxwell, quiet and likely in shock, staring straight ahead looking like a bug in his wrap around green-mirrored shades. His tracksuit partially unzipped. Then my eyes rest on Inge who stands in front of the sofa, her back turned to them and facing me.  Her facial expression calm and serene, betrays nothing of the chaos of the last few minutes. Her cold eyes stare into mine.

"Where are you from?" I ask.

Looking at the textbook still in my hand. She replies, "I am from Finland, north of Norway, land of the true Goth. But I live in Copenhagen, Denmark."

"How did you get here?" I ask.

"By airplane." She smiles

"No I mean here in this apartment with the E Kids?"

"I met them only a few hours ago at the Club. Maxwell invited me back so I could listen to some of his mixes. And you?"

"I live upstairs." I place a hand on my forehead and start rubbing it, to help clear my mind. "I am under a lot of pressure." Holding up my book, "there is an exam in a few hours, my scholarship...", my voice trails and fades and I look back at Inge who is both bizarre and beautiful looking.  I hear a clicking sound coming down the hall; it is the sound of Biscuit's nails on the hardwood. The Husky dog enters the room. She looks at us, then at her owners on the sofa, and lies down on a cushion in the corner, letting out a big sigh, obviously in relief that the noise has abated. I look back at Inge, "my name is Julie. What are we going to do?"

She looks into my eyes for a long while, and then smiles, "for the Goths, matters of guilt and innocence were decided by the body."

"Don't hurt them," I stammer.

"No? I felt your rage when you walked into the kitchen." Inge says. I notice that she is breathing rapidly as if from exercise. I am scared.

"Yes but I don't want to go to jail." Indeed twenty minutes before in the safety of my room I had imagined grinding Maxwell's face into his turntable and pulling Emily's hair from her scalp. Now that the music has stopped, and in the presence of this spooky woman I just want to return to my books.

I place my hand on my neck, to touch the small cross that hangs from my gold chain necklace. Something I do when I feel insecure or threatened. It gives me comfort. It is not there! My heart starts to beat faster. I had taken it off and placed it by my lamp while studying.

She continues, "When the Goths ruled Europe an individual suspected of murder would swear an oath during which a momentary cough or hesitation would condemn him. Or he would be put to an ordeal of hot iron, hot water or cold water. The accused would grasped a red hot piece of metal in his hand and release it. His hands were bandaged. Three days later the bandages were removed if the burns were found to be healing without infection he was innocent. Or his arm was put into a cauldron of boiling water, it was then bandaged. If it was healing three days later he was innocent..."

My heart thumps in my chest, my eardrums start ringing. Am I having a heart attach?  "No please don't!" I plead.

"Don't what?" She says tilting her head forward. Her exotic face, angelic looking only moments before now looks demonic.

Inge turns to face the boys and kneels down in front of them. I watch her muscular back as she raises her arms, places a hand on Maxwell's and Thomas' crotch and begins to rub, rather quickly. They both react immediately by raising their hips. They don't seem to be protesting.
As she massages their privates through their clothes, she turns her head to me.

"or they tied your hand and feet and threw you into a river. If you sank you were innocent if you floated you were guilty."

She then turns back to the boys. One hand slips into the fly of Tom's boxers, the other works on Max's zipper. In a few second I see the pinkness of their cock only as a blur through Inge's rapidly stroking hands.

She looks back at me again as she gives them their hand job, finishing her lesson on Gothic justice. "For the Goth water was a divinity and it would not receive one who was guilty."

She turns back to the boys and holds Tom's cock straight up. I am surprised at how long and fat his cock is, considering the rest of his skinny frame. I am even more surprised when I see his big dick being swallowed whole by my Gothic instructor.

My heart begins to race but for a different reason. I stare in wonder as Inge begins to suck both their cocks alternating between the two boys, giving their knobs a work over either by hand or by mouth depending on whom her oral attention lay.  Not sure what to do or say, I watch. I am not use to seeing real hard cocks. I am embarrass to admit that in fact I have never touched one, though as you know from reading about me, I have been graving to touch a man. My urge exacerbated from all the time I have spent lately with my filthy minded friend Denise.

Inge's muscular ass is resting on her heels as she works their dicks. So many emotions are welling within me. The stress of my pending exam eases and the tension from the confrontation ebbs. It is replaced by a mixture of fear and ...well with all the slurping and sucking sounds from Inge's almost out of control cock sucking, horniness. I look at Tom's bare chest. He is looking flushed, the ball gag in his mouth looks positively ridiculous but he seems oblivious to it. As for
Maxwell his green-mirrored shades and his stupid grin make him look ridiculous as well. It is obvious they are enjoying the experience.

I am mesmerized by the scene before me. Tom's cock is huge, Max's is small in juxtaposition. Even so Inge's strong hands are small in comparison to both.  She rises up off her heels and bobs her head up and down on Tom. My God! She is sucking him off like crazy, while never missing a beat on Max's hand job. She is pressing and rubbing his flared head with her thumb and fingers each time she comes up from her stroke.

I become conscious of my own body now. I am subtly rocking my hips as I stand there. I feel warm and...

"Why are we doing this?" I ask in a hoarse voice breaking my spell.

Inge's mouth is stuffed full of Max's cock. She can take it completely in her mouth. I have heard all about deep throating from Denise. But I have never seen it in the flesh. Inge pulls her mouth off him and turns back to look at me.  A fat ribbon of saliva drools from her mouth, making her lips all shiny, strands of her throat spit still connect to his juicy cock. She smiles widely. Then turns back to the boys. My God! This time she place her open mouth around Tom's big throbbing penis and wham! Her face, her mouth goes down hard, completely engulfing him into her mouth into her....throat! I can see her neck expand as she accommodates him!

Standing there watching with my Goth textbook still in my hand, my hips rock like I am spinning a hoola-hoop. It is an uncontrollable reflex to what I am now feeling between my legs.

"Why are you doing this?" I ask again.  Inge head is bobbing up and down on Max now, whose facial expression is now slack and open mouthed, headphones still on his head, volume ramped full bore. She raises her mouth, releasing his cock with suction like sound and turns back to me, her lips and face shiny and slick as I described before.

"As I said for the Goth guilt and innocence were determined by the body. Now, it is us, you and I, who are guilty, and only by getting them off will we be absolved."

"Huh?" I stop rocking my hips.

"I don't want to be deported, and you don't want to go to jail for assault and confinement. For now your history lesson is over. We must be practical. I am staying in control of the situation by sucking them off. It is our only chance of preventing them from having us arrested. We must give them pleasure so they will forgive us for what we have done"

"We have done?!" I say, "I haven't done..."

She interrupts. "I was merely following your orders....Julie."  Her hands keep working their cocks, stroking, kneading and rubbing them in a fantastically rapid, wet, motion. "Ugh! All their drinking and party drugs will make it difficult for their release."

"What about Emily?" I stammer. Having just remembered her incarceration.

"Do not worry she, as well as these boys, will be thanking us by dawn."

Tom turns his face upward to the ceiling as if in ecstasy, Max's response to the stimulus remains slack jawed and drooling. The tinny sound of his music mix a small background din to the stroking of their dicks.

"What is that over there," Inge directs her chin to a metal platform with railings propped up against the wall at the other side of the large living room. It looks like a set of parallel bars from a gymnasium, but it isn't. Though I have never seen it before I had certainly heard it.  Tom is a window washer by trade and I hear him drag his gear and that scaffold in and out their basement suite a few times per week, another annoying attribute of the E Kids.

"It is Tom's window washing platform," I say looking at the metal railings and rope that hangs from them.

Inge returns to slurping on their cocks for a few moments then asks me to take over.

Wide eyed I stare at her and her cock clutching hands. My mind reels. I have never touched a man before. Yes I am 24, yes I am attractive, yes I have many guy friends and socialise with Denise one of the biggest sluts on campus. But due to my beliefs, due to the small cross that normally hangs from my gold chain necklace, and despite the teasing of Denise, I have never actually touched a penis, let alone two rock hard ones.

"I can't," I say.

"You must," Inge says, "I need to get Emily from the cloak room and bring her here." She stops her man handling.

Maxwell says "Hey!" and Tom well he simply moans through his ball gag in protest.

"You realize that our future lies in their orgasm. You must." she says loud and emphatically, to impress how important it is.

Confused at first by what she says. I process what she means. I understand our situation. Inge and I are now technically rapists. If the E Kids' nightmare turns into their dream come true, I am certain they won't press any charges. I begin to tremble. My knees feel weak.

She resumes stroking their cocks. "Come." She says motioning me with a tilt of her head to approach the couch. "Here, take a cushion, kneel down here beside me."

I do as she says shaking, so nervous now, so nervous about actually touching a man's cock. Never in a million years would I have imagined my first experience with a living piece of manhood would be attached to one of the E Kids. As I kneel beside Inge, she releases her grip on the penises.  The only way I can make it through this is if I disassociate the cocks from the men.  I breathe in deeply and reach for the straining rods of flesh. Inge leaves the room.

Tom and Max are making rapid humping motions. My hands just millimetres away...I feel sick...I slowly wrap my hands around, for lack of a better word, their boners. Ugh! I pull away gagging. I am so nervous. It is not just the situation. I am embarrassed to admit that I am nervous about touching a real man, a real cock. If I clear my mind, from who they are, I am just plain nervous and excited and, my God, so incredibly HORNY!

Their cocks feel so warm, almost hot, much warmer than I had ever imagined The detailed conversations about sex that I have been having with Denise (read for example 'Talking to Denise in Her SUV') proved very handy. I felt that I had stepped into one of our shared fantasies and like a student who has over prepared; I am determined to ace this exam. My smooth hands slid up and down their shafts and I began to understand for the first time the true meaning of pre-cum.  Clear fluid wells up from their balls and seeps onto my hands with each upstroke. I squeeze and thumb their cockheads massaging my sticky fingers into their swollen pinkness. Their pre-cum keeps flowing out making my hands wet and well lubed.

I can't look them in the face, I don't want to accept who the cocks belong to and know if I look up and see their goofy facial expressions, my incentive to continue the task would wither. So as I wait for Inge to return I keep up with my hand jobs, half of me wanting the boys to cum right away so I could be done with it, the other half wanting Inge to be in the room so she can see the end result of my work. Who knows? I may impress her.

After what seemed like a very long time I hear footsteps approaching the room. Looking up, still masturbating Tom and Max, I am shocked but not surprised to see Inge leading a fully nude Emily into the room. Still bound at the wrists, arms behind her back and ball gagged, Inge guides her to stand beside me.

Emily's passion is rock climbing. Her muscle tone gives her body a beautiful shape. Fit and feline in appearance her physique was statuesque yet her size is petite. She looks small standing there beside the domineering Inge. The humming noise she is making through her ball gag is hard to interpret. She must be completely floored by what she sees and obviously does not know what to make of it.

I look behind her at Inge who is now rummaging around the window-washing platform.  A coil of rope hangs around her right shoulder, either rock climbing or window washing rope I am not sure.  There is a crashing then scraping sound of metal and wood as she drags the platform with its metal railing out from the side of the room to the middle. It is a metal-framed wooden platform six feet long, two feet wide with hand bars along both sides. Something you would see hanging from the side of a skyscraper while the windows are being washed.

Inge does not even look at me. I keep jacking them off and Emily just stares at my hands. She is black, beautiful and soon to be bound. No doubt Inge intends to tie her to the scaffolding. The energy in the room, no longer electronica, is electric. Given the situation you would imagine the vibe is aggressive and intimidating but none of us seem to feel that way now.  Who knows, maybe we were actually playing out some deep fantasy of the E Kids? As they are totally resigned or are at least amenable to their fate.

I look back at the boys, jacking their cocks, my mouth open and smiling as I fully accept my task and this situation.  Through giving them pleasure I feel I have all my power back. After all it is their rock hard stiff pricks that are in my hands and at my mercy.  I hear Inge working behind me, then some moaning, and some rattling of the metal rails. I turn around and I am floored by what I see.   

Emily's body is laid out horizontally, prone, four feet off the ground. Each leg and arm is draped over a handrail. Her ankles and wrists tied to them, so that her body is supported lengthwise by the two rails; her legs spread between them. Her face looks down at the floor and her large breast dangle downward. When she lifts her head, crude as this sound with the ball gag she reminds me of a suckling pig, splayed and laid out on a table.

Inge takes an Ipod out of her purse and puts the earphones on Emily. "She can listen to one of my favourite mixes while she experiences a realm of sexual pleasure hitherto unknown to her." Inge says smiling at me. She adjust the volume upward, "this music is best listened to on 10." I now here some music beats emanating from Emily's ears.

Inge walks over to a box on the DJ table and rummages around. She picks out two small clips. "In Denmark roach clips are a thing of the past. However here and now they will serve a higher purpose. I watch as she massages Emily's breast, then tweaks her copper brown nipples and applies the metal roach clips each of them.  Emily struggles and strains, as she adjusts herself to the pinching sensation of the nipple clips. 

"So how are the hand jobs coming along?" Inge asks. I keep up my stroking. "As I said their party drugs make it difficult to achieve orgasm. Look at the size of Tom's cock, such a large penis for such a skinny man."  Then she looks at his hairless chest, "or should I say boy?"

Inge stands near Maxwell looking down as I press and rub his cock head between my fingers, giving my wrist a break from jacking.  A large quantity of precum oozes and flows from his pee hole. "That is one juicy penis hmm?" Inge continues her commentary.

Despite the newness of the whole experience, that of touching a man, or in this case men, I grow tired of my ministrations to my undeserving neighbours.  Plus I am dying to watch a man blow his load for real, in the flesh. It occurs to me that my special talent, my dirty talking talent, is what is needed. My conversations with Denise down by the lake, in her SUV, during lecture and at the Psych Lab (see Red Flame series for background on Julie's talent) have always cum through for me. I have an idea. I release my grips, stand and stretch.

"Inge can you patch in a microphone? I would like to say a few words to Tom and Max." She does so, checks the volume, maintaining it at near 10. She then hands me Max's DJ mic. I take it and sit down beside Tom. The boys are moaning and humping their legs in protest to my cease and desist on their dicks.

Inge goes back to Emily and starts caressing her naked body starting with her calves and working her way up her legs, to her perfect muscular bubble butt, and then on to her lower back.  Holding the mic in both hands, finally liberated from the unbearable hand jobs, I speak, my young womanly voice no doubt amplified to heart thumping intensity into the E Kids' ears. Hopefully with some reverb.

"Look at your room mate Emily, black, beautiful and strong.  When she asked you to move in with her you both jumped at the chance. Though you say she is just a 'friend' we know you harbour strong desires for her. Think of how many times you have thought about her naked and wet.
How you have dreamed she would give herself to you and what you would do if she did.

"Every time she walks out of the room you stare at her ass, and when she watches TV in your living room you secretly glance at her tits, imagining how they would feel in your hands or mouth.  There is no doubt you want to fuck her, and we all know how amazing it would feel to sink into her, spreading her tight pink slit, opening her up, going in deep, turning her pussy into a wet juicy cunt. The whole while your hands grip her perfect ass spreading and kneading her firm smooth cheeks. The feel of her soft asshole kissing your lower tummy each time you drive your hard cocks into her, how sweet, how intimate would that be?"

I look over at Maxwell and Tom sitting beside me. Their cocks are so hard I can see their strain just by looking at the colour, the veins, the ridges of their cockheads. Tom is positively purple. Max's is throbbing as if it was the woofer in his souped up car.  I continue with my spoken word, "Look at Inge now, kneeling on the cushion her face just centimetres from Emily's glorious pussy. See how her tongue starts to lap her slit. Starting at her clit, licking and probing all the way up to her ass and back down. See her hands on Emily's ass. Look at the contrast of their skin. Inge's skin is so pale it is practically translucent. Emily's skin is black and smooth as Persian silk. She is so tasty we know it, proof is in the way Inge devours hers."

I was becoming incredibly aroused. Inge was not merely eating Emily's pussy from behind; it appeared she was trying to stuff her face into the gorgeous but annoying E Kid's twat.  Emily draped over the handrails and tied down, was not struggling. Her hips were writhing, if not to the beat of the Ipod, to the movements of Inge's face and tongue.

"Look how Emily enjoys it. Blindfolded and ball gagged she doesn't even now who is doing it to her. It could be you, me, Inge. Who knows? I guess we do. But she doesn't. Even so her hips are humping, straining against the ropes as she attempts to draw whoever it is that is licking and fingering her closer."

Inge stands up tall now and takes off her tight fitting magenta top, freeing her breast for all to see. I continue my commentary, eyes riveted on her, clasping the mic with both hands. "Inge may be a Finn from Denmark but her tits are pure Dutch. See how firm they are? Their shape is so very pert, upturned like Dutch clogs. And her nipples - large and rosy pink."

Indeed Inge's tits are incredible and the way her nipples stick straight out there is no doubt they are as stiff and hard as the boy's cocks. Clearly she is aroused; aroused as we all are. Inge stands between Emily's spread legs, looking down at her ass; she places one hand on Emily's pubic mound and starts rubbing her clit. With her other hand she begins to touch and probe her pinkness. Then she turns her head and looks up at us, lined up and seated on the sofa. Smiling she inserts three fingers into Emily and begins to slowly finger fuck her. I hear Emily moan through her gag.  Holding the microphone my hands begin to shake.

"Look at Inge sink her fingers deep into your roommates cunt. See how she fucks her? Slowly at first and now a little faster, a little more forcefully." My voice cracks.  I am having a difficult time continuing with my play by play.  Inge is positively hammering Emily with her rigid fingers. One strong arm bent at the elbow, with fingers rigid as steel going in and out, the whole while she relentlessly rubs and massages Emily's clit with her other hand. It is a finger fucking worthy of the ancient Goth.

"Emily's pussy is so warm and wet. Tight and firm as her petite body, see how Inge is loosening her up?" The wet sopping sounds of intense fingering can be heard in the room.  I can hear it.   Inge can hear it. But the E Kids, with their headphones on, are oblivious to this horny sound. A sound much more intense than any electronic beat that pounds their eardrums.

"Inge is loosening Emily's pussy for you Max and Tom. Finally after a year of dreaming about Emily's sweet cunt and sexy ass, here is your chance to sink in to her, and fuck her deep, long and hard."

Then I hear a cry beside me. Max who is not gagged but whose wrists are still bound lets out a yelp, such a strange sound. Looking at his crotch, I see why.  His stiff throbbing cock is erupting, spewing ejaculate three feet in the air.  Ribbons of his white creamy sperm fall onto his stomach, neck, chin...and now face! I have never seen a man cum before, I mean in the flesh, let alone give himself a facial. Wow! He is breathing deeply. Despite his wrap around mirrored sunglasses I can tell he looks disappointed.

Inge watches his spontaneous orgasm as well. When the spurting stops she looks at Tom, his massive cock standing at full attention through the fly of his boxer shorts. "You, come here." She says, slapping Emily's ass, her voice deep and exotic sounding. Tom stands and walks over to his window-washing platform. Inge steps out of the way and guides him between Emily's splayed legs.

"You will need your hands for this." Inge unties his wrists. His hands now liberated Tom grips the railings like a gymnast holding on to the parallel bars.

I stare wide-eyed. Though Emily is strong, she is petite. Inge pulls his boxers down to the ankle of big work boots. Tom's cock is bigger than anything I had heard Denise talk about before. Inge takes his penis in her hands and pulls him toward Emily's waiting pussy.  Though her senses are deprived due to her earphones blaring psychedelic trance music, her blind fold and ball gag, she feels that more pleasure is close at hand, and wiggles her ass; even before the fat plum sized head of Tom's cock touches her waiting slit.

Inge positions him right at her opening. For some reason he hesitates. Maybe because his long held dream is on the cusp of reality.  Inge places both hands on his lower back, his skinny frame a contrast to her physical strength and power. Holding on to his hips, she drives
Tom home.

Indeed she has loosened Emily up as Tom's ten-inch cock sinks to the hilt in one quick motion.  Emily's cheeks bulge around her ball gag when she exhales. Her breathing is deep and measured as she adjusts to the thick stick of flesh being driven inside her, completely opening her up. The microphone drops from my hand onto my lap. Sitting beside Max on the sofa I watch, we all watch mesmerized by the fucking before us.  My exam stress, anger at the E Kids, and worry over Inge and my assault on them, forgotten, evaporated by the strong feeling of arousal that have consumed my psyche and my body. My own little quim is flowing like a river, soaking my panties clear through.

Tom holds the railings tightly as his hips rock back and forth.  His cock slides in and out of his roommate.  He is not merely fucking her. He is literally hammering her cunt now with wild abandon. Like Emily his cheeks bulge around his ball gag as he breathes. The intensity of his muffled moaning a guttural sound that if unhindered would be a bellow.  He fucks her hard; he fucks her deep. Both he and Emily are listening to electronica from different sources, different music but the way their bodies meld together it appears they are experiencing the same beat.

"That is right, fuck her, fuck her, fuck that little bitch hard and good." Inge's speaks; her Scandinavian accent is well suited to these filthy words she says out loud for her and my benefit.

I can't control my urge any longer. I place my hand in my pants my fingers slide deep into my wet pussy, the base of my thumb presses into my stiff clit. I am so wound tight I need release badly.  The live fuck show in front of me combined with my frantic masturbation is pushing me to the edge. Inge looks at me as I rub my muff and smiles.

"It looks so fucking good doesn't it?" She holds Tom's ass and pushes him into Emily, from the way her arm muscles flex I can see she is pushing him hard, and Emily receives him completely. The straps of her bondage straining, cutting into her flesh, the force of his thrust must be extreme.

Moisture begins to drip from between Emily's legs.  Tom has cum already? No it is clear and flowing, it is the juice of her arousal. It drips then trickles from her cunt, more and more wetness flows from Emily with each stroke of Tom's pussy-stretching cock.  From the puddle that has formed in the gusset of my panties from my own masturbation I can understand why she would be producing so much more. Ten minutes before my own hands were wrapped around that cock. The feel of it is still in the muscle memory of my hand.  It was so fat, long and hard. He must be stretching her to the max, pushing himself deep inside her, right into her womb!  I pray Emily is on the pill, but without my gold cross necklace, I am not sure my prayers will be answered.

"His party drugs are making it hard for him to achieve orgasm. Perhaps there will be enough cock left for you and me to enjoy." Inge says, raising her eyebrow, as she looks me in the eyes.

I keep finger fucking myself my mind reeling.  As tempting as that huge piece of manhood is, Tom will not be the first to break my cherry. But as I watch Emily's fucking I imagine it is I who is tied to the bars. The window-washing platform reminds me of the parallel bars from my high school gymnastic class.  It would feel so good to be screwed that way, legs over the bars, a man driving his cock deep and hard into me, opening me up, rubbing me in the most intimate of ways, as his large balls slap into my ass.

It appears that Inge spoke to soon. Tom whole body is completely flushed, his shoulders practically glowing red. Emily's body is bathed in sweat, sweat that drips and flies from her each time she takes her roommates thrusts.  Tom takes his hands from the bars and takes hold of her ass, with one powerfully thrust he drives into her completely. His breath, the strain of his muscles, the way he pushes himself so deep within her, it is clear that his release is imminent.

Both Emily and Tom groan. Tom's ball sac tightens, no longer loose and slapping her ass, his large balls full of sperm are ready to blow. Tom keeps stroking as he erupts into Emily. I can tell since the quantity of liquid dripping from her cunt can't be the product of one person.
It is not possible. The sound of his ejaculation juicy and wet as he pumps her, pumps her, pumps her full of cum!  The whole while Inge rubs Emily clit in quick circular motions helping to ensure that Tom's and her orgasm meet.  Inge succeeds. As a woman I can tell that Emily's physical reaction is rooted in her own deep throbbing orgasm.

With the E Kids cumming before me, with the exotic and mysterious Inge coaxing them along, and the faint smell of Max's voluminous sperm beside me, I achieve my own release.  An orgasm as intense as no other I have experienced before. I cry and moan with wild abandon, completely uninhibited sine the E Kids can not hear me, as they sport earphones patched into the sound system and Ipod volumes on 10. As I come, Inge watches me her hands caressing her gorgeous breasts, fingers pinching and kneading her nipples.

"Well done Julie, well done," she says.

An hour later Inge is in my room, sitting beside me, my Gothic history notes, and textbook spread out on my desk, pen and note pad in my hands, a huge mug of coffee steaming among the clutter.  She summarizes key points in the history of her ancestors.  My gold chain necklace and cross safely back around my neck, I say a silent prayer of thanks for our meeting.  Inge as it turns out, is on leave from the university where she is a lecturer in Gothic and pre-Gothic history. Her knowledge and presence has given me the confidence to ace the exam. My scholarship is not at stake after all.

Meanwhile the E Kids downstairs, untied and unbound have crashed out on a futon. Emily lies between her roommates. Max's arms around her ankles, Tom's arms around her neck, they sleep at last with smiles on their faces, with Biscuit the Husky curled up and dreaming by their feet. Their apartment is still and quiet with the dawn.

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Other Stories by Bryce Denison:

The Red Flame -  The E Kids - The relentless partying of Julie's downstairs neighbour puts her scholarship at stake. Stressed and anxious she retaliates by putting them through an ordeal of Gothic proportion with the help of Inge a visitor from Denmark. - Bondage.

The Red Flame in the Psych Lab - Denise's psychology experiment goes awry when Julie takes charge, resulting in Denise's first gushing orgasm. Contains - group sex, dream sex, doll sex, mild electrocution.

The Red Flame - Julie and Denise get each other off through idle conversation while sun bathing at the lake.

The Red Flame Talking to Denise in her SUV - Julie and Denise go orgasmic while taking a break from pub night with the guys.

Trust - A man helps a woman with trust issues by tying her up, and degrading her in the coat room while a cocktail party goes just outside the door. The first piece of erotica I wrote.

Denise Sex Personals The Treadmill to O - Denise runs for 40 minutes on a special treadmill with a cock in her mouth.  An exercise in trust and endurance.

Denise Sex Personals The Mercy Fuck - Denise fucks a conceited, arrogant man until he screams for mercy.

The Red Flame Off Campus Ass Licker - Part One and Two - Julie makes two of her friends cum in their pants during a lecture while chatting to them online from an off campus coffee shop.

Yellow Ribbons - Randi experiences her first double penetration, while her friend Julia goes out of her mind with desire. 
