Monday night is my favorite night of the week. That’s because Monday is game day. Every Monday from seven to eleven our club meets in the ballroom in the rec center to play board games, card games, night games or even console games. I’m game master of the club, and own forty-six of the seventy plus board games we play and know how to play almost all of them. My roommate, roommate to be, and friends all come play with us, and our club has been nominated for club of the year on campus. We usually get twenty to thirty people every Monday and have special events from time to time.
The president of our club is Jennifer and I’ve had a crush on her since my freshman year from going kayaking with her. She taught me, mostly anyway, how to do an Eskimo roll in the kayak. That’s where you flip over in a kayak so your torso is underwater and you turn it back over using only your body and the paddle for torque without getting out. Learning is a bit of a challenge given that the whole time you try and practice it you are forced under water and either have to succeed, be helped to turn over by someone, or panic and swim out filling the kayak with water. Jennifer helped to turn me over many, many times and I’m not sure even then how much I kept her there to help me or just to have her there.
Being in her swimsuit, in a tight bikini top I couldn’t help but notice how good she looked. She had medium long hair, tight stomach, good-sized tits, and a beautiful face with an almost constant smile or laugh. She actually was sort of a tomboy and despite her good physique she wore swim trunks and played as rough as the other guys in the pool. She would ram your boat and tip you over if you let her and was one of the first picks for polo. Given she goes to an engineering school where the ratio is at best 3:1 guys I guess you sort of have to play rough to be good. Unfortunately she was a year older and I was far to shy at the time to do anything but enjoy her company and after the kayaking sort of fizzled I lost contact with her for almost a year.
Seeing her again at the club presentation day last fall I immediately joined Board and Gaming Club. Not only was playing games one my favorite things to do, it meant I got to spend time with her again, which was a definite plus.
My first few meetings I got to know a lot of people and I found out just how many different board games there are. I had always been an avid gamer, and I have played many board games, all the standard ones: Monopoly, Sorry, Life, Scrabble, Battleship, Risk, and many card games. I was even state champion at Bridge in high school. But the first few weeks I played a new game every week, some I’d never even heard of before. Mario, the card game, the one that actually inspired the franchise; Stock Ticker, a game of playing the stocks with a group of people all given same starting money to see who can make the most in an allotted time; Settlers of Catan, one of our staples, a game to rule the island of Catan by building the most economic network to build an empire; and many more.
Every week I would go to see these people and play games with them and quickly we became friends. But outside of game night we still had a very large workload. Being physics major I have one of the hardest majors at the school. I went to the library between classes quite often because it was easier than going home and it increased my chances of actually getting work done. Jennifer too went to the library to work and I always said hi as I went passed her to find an outlet for my laptop. Her hair was so pretty everytime I passed her and she always smiled when she saw me.
Working up my nerve I would go and sit with her at the table whenever she was alone to work with her. This usually meant I didn’t get much work done, as we tended to talk too much to pay attention to what we were doing.
With the start of the new semester our schedules changed and I found she had lunch every day the same time as me. Besides becoming a very prominent member of the club and having real issues to talk to her about we were good friends by now and I often had lunch at her table with her friends. More and more I was aware of how beautiful she was despite her frumpy clothing.
For some reason I still don’t understand she wore the baggiest clothing and was the height of nerd. She wore a knit wool hat with tassels and a black baggy sweatshirt with loose jeans. Even up close it was hard to tell how good she really looked, her face being the exception. Being a very bubbly person she was always smiling and had a very good laugh, even when she was down somehow her face was still lit up. She never wore make-up had no need to, her face was smooth and she got very rosy cheeks when she was cold.
I wanted very much to ask her out and my crush had done nothing but grown since I kept spending time with her. Conversely, our friendship was very good and she spent a lot of time with me as it was and I didn’t want to risk it with a date gone badly and the awkwardness it would mean. Still she was one of the hotter girls I’ve met and she loved to play games as much as me, I couldn’t just let her slip away.
Meeting her again in the library I sat with her and started to do my circuits homework. She was an electrical so I figured she could help me, besides it was an excuse to meet with her. It was Monday so I figured we could do this between now and game night. Sadly, my stupid analog class was so over my head it was over her head and she was a year ahead of me in that field. So our ‘study time’ turned into her playing with my phone and me watching, helping, and playing Lux (basically risk) on my computer. She played angry birds and rush hour on my phone until around five. At which point I suggested food, she was going to just go home and have dinner, but I managed to convince her to go to Chipotle with me instead. A double win to be sure because Chipotle was now both delicious and enticing enough to get her to go out with me.
We walked back to her house to get her car and go since she needed her wallet and she lived only a few blocks down the hill and across the creek. After a pleasant dinner she dropped me off at my friends and told me she’d meet me at game night later.
A week or so passed since our quasi-date and it was our three-day weekend. We had Monday off, rather than miss game night I suggested to the club we have game day at my house instead. Twelve hours plus of solid games and fun all day Monday and into Tuesday morning. We set up my friend’s projector in the spare room pointing it at the ceiling for an extra twist to play Portal on, and all the Rock Band stuff in the living room. We sort of regretted the Rock Band stuff thou, because our group has the worst singing of any group of people I’ve ever encountered. But despite our bad tune we have much fun all day.
Jennifer and I went to get the pizza and another drum-set from goodwill since our pedal broke. But another person came with us so I did not get time with her alone. When we got back we made her play portal since for some reason she hadn’t and I lay next to her taunting her as she played.
Night came and we set-up Halo on both our Xbox’s and Jennifer, me, and another person from game night played on the one in the spare room. We played zombies mostly and I being rather good at it started to taunt Jennifer with Jennifer hunting. Whenever I was zombie, or especially if she was zombie, rather than play the game normally and run, I hunted her and taunted her by telling her what I was going to do. How close I was, where I’d come from, and what gun I’d use. After a while merely saying her name made her jump.
Despite my warnings I still was very good at hunting her and she grew angry with me and took my hat from me. This is something people don’t generally do as I get it back one way or another and people don’t cross me in that. But instead of snatching it back from her I countered and took her hat. I had worn her hat once before and the smell of her hair had infused itself into the hat and smelled very good. She had a sort of fruity shampoo or something and the smell was rather distinctive to her. I felt it was a worthy trade and continued to hunt her while smelling her hat.
Twice more she came to our house that week to play games with us and help on our random craft day. Craft day was needed because one can only handle so much calculus and I at least needed to get out my artistic side. We made among other things a giant gummi bear by melting down gummi bears in a make shift double boiler and pouring it into a honey bear. The bear was a massive win, and is still very delicious.
That Saturday I texted Jennifer to see what she was up too and she replied work but she up for anything after seven. Getting up my nerve I said she should go out with me then. After a rather long pause, which was rather intense on my end at least, she finally said yes she’d go.
Our date went good as far as I could tell. We went and played mini golf first. She lost horribly on the first nine but managed to do much better the second half. It was a relief because I would have hated to tell her she tripled my score so I only told her she won on the back nine by one point. Next, we had Chinese food and went to go see Tangled in the theater. Being nerds and the only people in there, we made fun of the movie as we watched it and were laughing most of the time.
After the movie we went back to my car and discovered I didn’t have my key. We looked and retraced our steps but it was lost and we couldn’t find it. Since I only lived about a mile from the theater anyway we walked back to my house to get my spare from my roommate since he drives me more often than I drive anyway. It was snowing and we were playing in the snow as we walked. She couldn’t slide as far as me but she was good conversation as we walked and talked.
We both were avid fans of Calvin and Hobbes who I commonly associate with Jack (the narrator) and Tyler Durden from Fight Club. Jennifer was not a fan of Fight Club and had no interest in knowing the many similarities between the two. How Tyler was a recreation of Hobbes, as Calvin grew up and found himself crushed as the perfect happy life he was promised turned out to be a shallow meaningless existence.
Rather than get into the details we agreed to disagree. Walking past the dealerships between my house and the theater we drew on the cars covered in snow. Games of tic-tac-toe, man with hat from XKCD, random messages, and we cleaned all the snow off one car in the middle of the lot for the random.
Walking back to my house we decided since the snow was so good we wanted to play in it more. We built the Calvin and Hobbes head peeking up over the hill, like a giant poking his nose over with his fingers to the sides. It stayed there for almost a week before it melted, which here is rather significant. Making it was fun, and I loved to sculpt and have been front page of the paper twice for my snow Lincoln and snowman protest relief. After an hour or two Jennifer was frozen, she had kept kneeling in the snow and her legs were all wet and frozen. So we went inside to warm up and had apple cider.
She changed into my shorts and stripped to her tank top under her other shirt. I gave her my blamange, which is a giant white puffy feather blanket. It gets its name from the Monty Python sketch, but needless to say, it is awesome, very comfy, and very warm. She curled right up into it and drank the cider but her cheeks stayed red. Suggesting we watch another movie we decided on The Chronicles of Riddick as she had never seen it before and was a huge fan of Vin Diesel, not in small part because he plays D&D.
I got my feather pillow that was really a three-in-one giant pillow to support us as we watched the movie and we lay on my bed under the blamange. My computer on my desk is a 27″ iMac and has a screen big enough to function as a TV. Rather than mess with the transfer to my external and setting it up on my Xbox for the living room this was easier. My roommate watched the movie with us and I held Jennifer lightly as we watched. After the movie was over it was getting very early even by my standards and I didn’t want to get up. Jennifer was not as pro at morning activity as me and simply lay there as the credits finished and the screen went dark from inactivity.
I couldn’t sleep, not with her in my bed this close to me, and it appeared she was not asleep either. We moved so as to lie in the bed long way rather than across it as we had for the movie. For the next length of time, I’m not really sure how long, we played a very subtle little game. First she would roll over and get closer and then pull back. Then I would roll to hold her and then thinking she was asleep pull back. She would then lay her head on my shoulder and I would pull close to her. All our movements were intentional but apparently random as if made during sleep. I commented as such after a long time saying how pro we were at sleeping. She laughed and agreed saying she hadn’t slept any either. I told her to lie on her side then so I could hold her properly.
She did and I spooned up to her and draped my arm over her pulling her to me as we lay under the covers. Her legs were so smooth against mine, her hair so sweet in my face. I felt very relaxed as I held her and many a night have I longed just for that simple hold. But given the situation I wanted more.
My hand holding her stomach was just brushing the underside of her tit. Squeezing ever so softly at first I massaged the area just underside her tit. She did not protest the massage but kept me at first from moving higher. My massage grew slowly more insistent and I pressed up and she released and I finally held the soft tender breasts I so worshiped for some reason.
They felt so large in my hands yet tender as I felt her sigh as I pressed and rolled them. This was my favorite part; her reactions to my touches were far more satisfying than the touches themselves. After awhile I slid my hand down to the bottom of her shirt. She knew what I was doing and quickly helped me to pull her shirt out of the way as I slid my hand back up her naked torso back to her now more exposed tits. Her body was warm and she moved to feel my hands more as them played along her body. I did my best to push her bra out of the way and gripped her naked tit feeling her moan softly as I did so.
Emboldened by my success thus far I slid my hand down over her legs, my shorts, and rubbed them. She had to know where I was headed but didn’t seem to protest the movement. Moving my hand to between her legs I felt her jerk as I slid my fingers up her slit though the fabric.
Holding myself back I kept my hard cock off her, somehow it felt wrong to unnerve her with it pressing to hard to have her right then. I wanted to pleasure her, to feel her pleasure and if the time came then move forward. For now I kept my hand to her pussy and my other still fondling her tit. She was quiet as I rubbed her but her enjoyment was obvious. She kept her head craned back mouth slightly open, her breathing was elevated with her pulse and I felt her jerk from time to time went I circled her clit.
I wanted to get my hand inside the shorts to get closer to her pussy, to feel the dampness I knew was there. I wanted so very badly to feel her cum, to shake in my arms, to cry out. I felt her, hoping to go further, but she held my hand down. Everytime I tried to move it she pulled it back to her pussy, I thought at first it was because she didn’t want it to leave, but given her insistence and not letting my hand above the waistband I knew my advances were finally being stopped. Finally she said the clothes were staying on today and to play with the top instead.
Disappointed, I nonetheless submitted to her request, as it was after all the first date and she had done far more than I had expected already. Rolling her over and holding her to me I told her to kiss me then. We kissed and held each other until 10ish in the morning and talked about all sorts of things from religion to the stupid circuits to how amazing she felt against me. But she said she had to go and get to church, I was not a fan of seeing her leave for such a reason, but I drove her home anyway getting stuck three times in the massive snow left from the night before and ice underneath it.
Time passed and nothing seemed to have changed between us, I thought she was happy with our date and I could not wait for the next one. But it was test time and we were both very busy trying to pass our respective tests.
After a week or so my friend from home, a couple years younger texted saying he was coming to tour the school. We decided to greet him with a bafing fight. Bafing is basically foam sword fighting, with wooden, PVC, or carbon fiber cores and a noodle duck taped on the outside. Jennifer came with us and it just so happened we were the first to arrive at the field in the middle of campus. She told me out of the blue that while Saturday was a lot of fun she didn’t want to go out with me. Shocked and rather hurt I was left to just go with it as my friends started to show up and we never had a chance to talk about it at the time.
For the next four hours we had our sword fight, got smoothies and toured my friend around the campus. It was very surreal having her there, having dumped me and yet we were acting as if nothing had happened. This feeling didn’t really fade over the next several weeks. She showed no signs of discomfort being around me all the time, in fact seemed to be spending even more time than usual doing stuff with me. Albeit we were never really alone for it, she came to my house three times that week and played games and planned the events for E-Days with me.
Having to see her became more a chore than a pleasure because as fun and beautiful as she was, I could not hold her, not be with her in that way. I could do nothing about it and yet there she was over and over staring me in the face. I can’t decide if I would feel better or worse if she had given me a reason but I really did not want to take no for an answer.
This weekend my friend was moving in and Jennifer agreed to come over and help us after her party. From what I was told it was a Kahlua and ice cream party and she got to our house very late. My new roommate was almost moved in but Jennifer got cold from some combination of the chilly evening and the ice cream and she found my blamange and curled up in it. She must have been rather tired and feel asleep very quickly in the warm embrace of the blamange.
My roommates both left shortly there after, both going home for the weekend. Leaving me here with the sleeping Jennifer, now in my bed. This was too much for me, I had been pining after her for the last weeks more than ever and now she was in my bed, no one home. At the beginning of the year I had gotten rope in the chance I had need for it, I was quite handy with it from scouts but all it had been used for so far was tying my cardboard boat to my car to bring it to the race. Now I had a use for the rope that was much less innocent.
Jennifer had fallen asleep in my bed of her own volition, and she had ‘slept’ with me once before. Some part of her wanted this and I was not going to let it slip between my fingers again.
I was careful to measure out the rope I needed before moving Jennifer at all. I made four parallel loops for her wrists, and set up the rope to be adjusted from the side. This part of the rope I secured to the headboard of the bed. This would make it so I held her wrists apart, without any chance of her escaping or losing circulation to her hands. Her legs would be more difficult and I was only able to attach the rope to the footboard legs and would have to wait until I removed the blanket to continue. For her face I grabbed a clean sock. Also grabbing a pair of scissors for cutting her clothes and the ropes if need be.
Grabbing the ropes I looked down at her, was I really going to go through with this? I mean it was everything I wanted, but what happens if she flat refuses? No she walked into this willingly, she just needed a push. She would come around one way or another. Besides the ropes were already tied.
I pulled her left hand out first and slid it into the loops. Reaching across she stirred as I slid the second set of loops over her right hand. Jennifer attempted to pull her hand back, meeting resistance she murmured, “What, hey, what’s going on?” Not wasting any time as she was waking up quicker than I expected I pulled the ropes on her arms tight and forced her to lay flat as her arms were pulled apart and held straight out.
“Shhh, don’t move,” I stoked her smooth hair and willed her to clam down, “just go back to sleep you’ll feel very good soon.”
Taking her momentary lull as good fortune I slid down the bed and yanked her shorts off before she knew what was happening. This was too sudden and she kicked out as I slipped the shorts off. Grabbing one leg I slid the loops I had set-up over her ankle and tightened it down. Too tight, she would be sure to lose circulation but for now I needed her immobile. The second leg was more difficult than the first but I managed to wrestle it down and into the binding as well. Jennifer was by now yelling out in protest and finishing binding her I shoved the sock in her mouth.
This was very effective at muffling her shrieks and I returned my attention to her bindings. If I loosened her ankles she might be able to escape but if I kept them tight she would lose circulation. I wanted neither, so I improvised and tossing the blamange aside I wrapped a second rope eight times around her leg, four above the knee and four below. Repeating this on the opposite leg I brought the two ends together on the left side of the bed having gone underneath with the right one and used a double taught line hitch to pull her legs apart. This spread her legs but over strained her ankles even more, free to loosen them I did so and finally got her bound in a stable, hopefully comfortable and secure binding.
Jennifer resisted her bindings and kept trying to yell out past the sock but her efforts were futile. I couldn’t help but stare at her tight body, as she lay there helpless. I knew I was turned on by bondage but seeing her in my bed helpless to my every desire was more than I ever imagined. Her chest was heaving, tits pressed against her tight tank top.
Those tits had been haunting me since I first saw them in the pool but even more so having massaged them not more than a month ago. They were just sitting there waiting to be held, fondled, sucked, anything I want to do to them. I jumped into the bed and Jennifer moaned in protest and turned her head away as I gripped the full of her right tit and drove my face between the delicious mounds.
They were so warm and soft, my brain was in overdrive as I lay there and fondled her. I had one of my best friends tied down, most likely terrified of me and I was in ecstasy. I was in a state of pure childish delight playing with her tits, and yet was also contemplating the ramifications of my actions. I was split in the scene, one part of me stood there watching myself and judged. I was a perverted little freak tying down my friend just to play with bits of flesh on her chest. Yet what lovely pieces of flesh they were. I could feel her heart race, her chest rise with each breath, and the vibrations of her moans of protest all while massaging her tit with my hand.
Sliding my hand down I reached up under her shirt and slid my hand along her chest. It was smooth and I could feel her ribs under her skin and couldn’t help but bring my cock against her leg. She tried to jerk away from me but my bindings were strong.
“There’s no need to fight it. Just lay back and enjoy it, I know you will. I’ll make sure of it.”
I pulled her bra aside under shirt and grabbed her naked breast as I said this and she looked away from me again. Feeling her bare skin was even more erotic than it had been through the shirt and made sure to rub the tit good. I knew she would like it, all that tension needed to be loosened. Having a good set of tits like hers it was a fair amount of weight to carry around even inside her bra. Those muscles and tendons would feel good from a deep tissue massage no matter the circumstance the rub was given. Besides it meant more time to play with the curves I so wanted to feel for so long.
I knew she liked this part and even being tied up and forced into it I could feel her resolve cracking as I continued to rub her fears away. She even looked up longingly when I pulled my hand away. But, when she saw me reaching for the pair of scissors her tension and fear immediately returned and she again fought at her bindings.
“Shhh, I told you not to fight it. Your shirt is in my way and I really want to play with your nipples. Don’t fidget or I may actually cut you.”
This made her lie absolutely ridged and she held her breath puffing her chest out even more than normal. Her eyes were clamped shut and she tried to turn away. I wanted to toy with her, draw the scissors along her stomach and tickle her with them, force her to fear them but she might flinch and I didn’t want to stab her, not with scissors anyway. I merely cut up along the center of her shirt, a simple white tank top probably only a couple bucks. The chest underneath on the other hand was anything but.
Clipping the straps on the shirt I pulled it out from underneath her and put the scissors to the side. Her body really was amazing, I had felt it and knew how smooth and even it was and I’d seen it before in the pool. But this was different; her arms outstretched open to my embrace and tits pushed out by the air in her chest and one out from under her bra.
I fell down to her side and held her close to me. I wanted to feel as much of this body against me as I could. I pressed my head against her the nape of her neck and inhaled the beautiful scent of her hair. I slid my hands along the taught skin over her midriff tickling her belly button and up to her exposed tit. I ran my hand over it admiring how perfectly round it was cupped in my hand. She moaned again and tried to pull away from me.
“When are you just going to admit you are enjoying this? Your nipples are already hard and I bet your starting to get wet down there.”
At the mention of her pussy cried out and pulled at her bindings even harder.
“Relax, I’ll play with that later. For now I said I was going to play with your nipples. Stay to the top, I remember.”
I tried to remove her bra without leaving her neck. Her hair was so intoxicating; I was almost content just to lay here holding her with the scent of her hair. But her bra was proving rather difficult. I could unclip it just fine but I could not get it off. I didn’t want to cut it because it might cost more than a few bucks so I was trying to undo the strap but I was just blindly fumbling. Ah well, I was going down there anyway; I took one last intake of that sweet hair and slid my face back to her soft pillows. Not a bad trade overall and now seeing the strap I was able to get it undone soon enough and pulled her bra out and threw it aside.
Returning my attention to what I was laying on I found to my delight her nipples were still hard. She really was enjoying this even if she wouldn’t admit it yet. But those nipples were just begging to be sucked and I had no reason not to oblige them.
I could feel Jennifer’s moan as I sucked her nipple into my mouth and it seemed conflicted between the pleasure of the suction and the circumstances of the attention. No matter to me however, she was enjoying it and I was in a position to make her enjoy it more. Sucking it further into my mouth I swirled me tongue on her nipple. It was both rough and tender to my touch, I wanted more of it. Grabbing her other nipple with my fingers I pinched her nipple as best I could while still holding her tit with the rest of my hand.
Working my tongue back and forth and my hand massaging her other breast Jennifer’s heart began to race again but I had a feeling it was an entirely different reason this time. As much fun as it was toying with her nipples her panties were too inviting to pass up.
Just as before, Jennifer was turned on enough by my foreplay with her tits to let me slide my hand down between her legs. I caressed the inside of her legs with my hands, she must had just shaven them as they were silky smooth and warm to my touch. Her panties her white with pastel dots, not quite bikini style but close and very form fitting. Sliding my hand over her pussy the first time I felt her jerk at the touch but not overtly protesting the caress.
At this point even if she had been screaming in terror I would have been turned on by feeling her in such a private place. To feel her jerk and buck under my hand, but no she was actually beginning to enjoy the touches and I still held her tit to my face.
Bringing my hand to a rest cupping her I felt just how warm she was, if her legs were warm it did not compare to the heat her pussy was giving off through the panties. This was very comfortable for both of us and I lay and enjoyed the feeling. Her breast pressed up against my face, her bound body helpless to my movements, and her pussy on fire under the pressure of my hand gently pulling up.
“Don’t worry, this time you don’t have to feel guilty about it. I’m in control here, and you can just lie there and enjoy it. I know you enjoyed it last time, and this time you will even more. You can be sure I will.”
She was strong willed I had to give her that, her body clearly wanted this, but her mind still was not willing. I started to massage her outer lips through her panties, given how much I enjoyed the feeling I guessed she would not hold out much longer. Her lips were soft and fluid and I could feel her shiver as I ran my fingers along her slit. Her breast still pressed to my ear I watched her stomach rise and fall and she tried to remain clam. Pushing with my middle finger I forced her panties and my finger deeper into her folds pulling the fabric tight against her now swollen lips.
“This is about where we got to last time wasn’t it. I really can’t imagine how you managed to stop me before,” and I sucked her nipple in my mouth again causing her to shudder and moan in protest, “but this time since you so nicely came back I think we should move on.”
Pulling my hand back I slid my fingers under her waistband and along the tops of her hipbones. She shivered and pulled at her bindings fairly hard, it was a good thing the knots were firm. Sliding my hand down I kept my hand to the very right side of her crotch. I could feel her blood pumping in the veins; she was still fighting the bonds trying to get out. Her efforts were in vain and she gasped and twitched as I danced my fingers over her naked pussy.
Even my subtle little touches were sufficient to feel the dampness there that had already spread to her panties leaving a dark spot on the clean white fabric. Dancing my fingers back over her pussy I circled my finger around her outer lips. She was now whimpering behind the sock and I watched with great fascination as my hand contorted the fabric of her panties. I spread her lips with my fingers and felt the heat of her pussy as I toyed with the even softer inner lips. Circling up my fingers found her clit hidden in her pink folds.
Jennifer was unable to ignore my touches when they found her clit and her body jerked in response to my flicking it.
“That’s right, twitch my beauty. Let my fingers bring you to another world. You are going to cum for me right here.”
She whimpered at my words and tired again to close her legs to keep out my probing fingers. Drawing my self away from her soft mounds and smooth skin I reoriented my self to between her legs. I was forced to remove my hand, but despite her immediate relief with my hand leaving she cried out and struggled as she saw me moving to put my face right between her legs.
From this vantage point I could not only see how damp her panties were getting, but smell her sex in the air. The damp panties clung to her folds and were now semi transparent. Pulling close I inhaled the scent of her, choosing to exhale deeply I breathed hot air on her pussy. She moaned and pulled at her bindings trying to pull away from me.
Bringing my hands around to her stomach I bent my head down and kissed her pussy. It was so sweet and from the moment I tasted it I had to have more. Grabbing the near string edges of her panties I pulled up tightening the triangle of fabric over her pussy and pulling it taught. She moaned, and I don’t know whether it was from pain, pleasure, or some combination of the two. I pulled as hard as I could up on her panties and her clit was pinched between the seams the fabric cutting in to her slit. I reached out with my tongue and licked the clit under strain and I felt her twitch and try to scream out.
This was too good and I licked her clit again. Her sweetness was soaking through and around the panties and I lapped it up. Licking the length of her pussy I could hear Jennifer start to breath rapidly. Letting go of the left side of her panties I reached for the scissors. Going against my better judgment I trailed the scissors along her body. Sliding them over and around her breasts and even down over her pussy. Thankfully, she suffered her spasm internally and when I went to trim the now strings that were the sides of her panties they came off without a single scratch.
I had pulled her panties pulled so hard, they still clung to her pussy as if for dear life. Pealing back the soaked panties I watched in ecstasy as she twitched and caused her tits to shake everytime the panties slipped and came loose. Goddamn she was beautiful, her naked body now lay before me spread eagle. My cock was pulsing against my leg and it strained to be free from my boxers. Her body was lean and smooth; pale from being under all her clothing it was now mine for the taking. Her hair was wavy today and her eyes were very hard to read, unsure was the best I could describe them as. Glancing down her body I found her tits again and saw her nipples where still hard and the left looked a little raw from my sucking and nibbling.
Scanning down her stomach I ran my hand over her again and her belly jerked at the tickle. Her pussy was not shaven but it looked as if it had been trimmed some but looked perfect the way it was. I ran my fingers over the soft hair and spiraled it around my finger. Bringing my finger lower I brought it back into her pussy and rubbed it around. Moving to her clit I circled and flicked it watching her jerk her head from side to side. Pulling my hand back I slapped her pussy with a wet smack. She jolted and whimpered at the punishment.
“Oh does that hurt?” and I slapped her pussy again. She nodded as tears formed in her eyes. “You want me to kiss it to make it feel better?” and I slapped her pussy again, this time making sure to land squarely on her exposed clit. She nodded again and was now crying into the sock.
Sinking down I placed my mouth on her pussy my nose on her pubic hair and inhaled. This was just as sweet as the hair on her head and feeling her moan as I kissed her pussy made it even better. Reaching around I grabbed two handful of her ass and pulled my face deeper into her now sucking her clit into my mouth. Unable to see I felt her shoulders buck and imaged her soft tits rippling to the vibrations.
Releasing her tight ass cheeks I moved my hands up her body and found her tits. Meanwhile, I tongued her clit and fast as I could and felt her legs shake as she tried to close her legs giving her a reprieve from my oral assault. No such reprieve was in order and instead I moved my hand away from her tit and brought it back to the lips of her pussy. I heard her try to murmur something but it was lost behind the sock. Sliding my fingers over her lips for only a few seconds more I drove two fingers as deep as I could into her now dripping cunt.
She screamed behind her gag and I felt her try and shift her pussy away from the penetrating fingers. This only caused her to slid her pussy along my fingers while I continued to tongue her clit. I brought my other hand down from her tit and held her stomach in a vain attempt to keep her still. But from the punishment of my fingers and tongue on her clit Jennifer was now unable to keep still. Her body rocked and bucked at my stimulation unable to escape more pleasure.
Rather than piston my fingers in and out I probed her pussy. Pressing and massaging everywhere I could reach. Her muscles were strong and fought hard against my fingers but soon fell to the pleasure my fingers gave. I found a spot that was rougher than the other surfaces and it responded as I pressed on it. Jennifer moaned and bucked even harder at this new pressure. Whatever I found was beyond her control and I rubbed it and pressed it feeling it swell and get, if possible, even warmer.
“See I knew you would like this. Look at your body shake; you can’t believe how good this feels. You are going to cum for me right here, right now. And you are only going to stop when I am satisfied because you can’t do anything to stop me.”
Jennifer was beyond a response of any kind and merely whimpered as she started to breath so fast I was worried she might pass out. Putting my mouth back on her clit I sucked it into my mouth and flicked it back and forth. My hand was now dripping from my fingers buried in her pussy. After several more moments of ecstasy I felt her pussy clamp on my fingers. It was all I could do to hang on to her and keep my mouth on her clit as her body shuddered and bucked. She had been holding back this orgasm and now it was free it sent her body out of control.
I refused to let her down from her high and keep massaging her and sucking on her clit. Her legs shuddered and my bed creaked from the force of her pulling on the ropes attached to her legs. From what I could tell her orgasm kept triggering and I refused to stop pleasuring her and the muscle spasms set off more. After I felt she could take no more I stood up and looked back at her still twitching body. Reaching down I held her tear-strewn face. I took out the sock and kissed her, she didn’t really engage in the kiss but she did not pull away from it either.
“That’s more like it. Now you catch your breath and I’ll be back in a minute. I have to go get some things you stay right here.” I smiled at her and walked to the door, “oh and don’t try and scream or anything I don’t want to put the sock back in and I’m guessing you don’t either, it would be more uncomfortable the second time I assure you.”
Once I left the room I couldn’t help but do a little dance. I had made Jennifer cum for me, felt her cum over and over and she was still there waiting for what I was going to do next. I was like a kid in a candy store, everything looked so good and I wanted everything there was to offer. I could do anything I wanted to her.
But what was I going to do next. As much as I liked bondage and seeing girls toy themselves I was not all that equipped. I didn’t have any dildos or vibrators just lying around and I doubted if either of my roommates did either. Plus that would just be awkward for everyone.
Well come to think of it I did have one thing that vibrated, my electric toothbrush and I had several spare heads so I didn’t mind using one. Watching her get off was more than worth a spare head in my opinion. Excited I rushed in and grabbed it, replacing the batteries to make sure it was at full speed.
What else could I do to her to get her off? Scanning the kitchen I saw my back scratcher laying on the counter next to the bar stools. I wasn’t all that into pain stimulation but the way I forced her to submit by slapping her pussy was a definite plus. The long bamboo stick with a curved end meant to scratch would be a perfect cane to smack her with. I grabbed it too.
Now that I had the makeshift cane my mind whirled to the various things I could do to inflict pain in erotic ways. A zipper made of clothespins would do the trick and I had plenty for the clothesline outside. I gathered up a bunch and got some string from the rummage door to string them together. While I was there I saw a bunch of chopsticks and they gave me an idea, I grabbed them and some scotch tape too.
Carrying my new found arsenal of pain and pleasure I walked back to my room.
“Oh my god what are you doing? Here just untie me. I promise I won’t tell. You made me cum and it felt really good but I just want to go home now. Please just untie me and let me go.”
“Jennifer, I’m disappointed I thought you were just warming up to this. As you might have guessed, telling me it was good then saying no without even a reason doesn’t work so well.”
“It really was good but please just untie me I want to go home.”
“Lucky for both of us I don’t have to take no for an answer this time. Unlucky for you that is not what I wanted to hear. That said you haven’t screamed out so that’s good for you.”
Working my way over to the bed I spilled out the things I gathered onto the bed and a couple of clothespins made their way to Jennifer’s stomach. She tried as best she could to sit up and look at them.
“What are those here for, what are you going to do to me?”
Now there was just a hint of panic in her voice and her eyes darted from one item to the next.
“Well what ever I do, I would make sure you keep from screaming. You might not like it if you do scream out.”
Saying this I bent down to kiss her again pulling her face in. I slid back from the kiss pulling her lip with me holding it in my teeth. I grabbed the first clothespin and trailed it along her smooth body. Up over her face and across her eyes as she closed them. She shuddered as I circled back down and around her nipple.
“Oh you want it there do you? Good choice I think you nipple could use a little pinch.”
Jennifer cringed and her face squeezed together as her nipple was clamped by the wooden clothespin.
“Hurts a little doesn’t it?” She nodded keeping her face tight to hold back any sound, “Oh you want another one for the other nipple?” This time she shook her head. I reached for the back scratcher and ran it up her leg to her pussy. “Are you sure you don’t want another one?” She nodded more vigorously and the clip shook as her tits rocked from the motion. “mmmh, that was the wrong answer I’m afraid.” Pulling the scratcher back I flicked it down on her pussy, not too hard but hard enough to show her I was serious. “Now were you sure you didn’t want another clip?” Again she nodded though not as vigorously this time. I slapped her pussy again, harder this time.
“That is really too bad cause this one looks so good on you. You know I think we should put it on anyway just to see how good it looks.”
Putting it on I grabbed each of her tits. I would never get over how good they felt and looked, so warm in my hands, and smooth to the touch. The clothespins on her nipples covered part of the areola and made her entire tit more taught. I knew how much more sensitive they were becoming from the stressed blood flow so I reached up and twisted the pins slowly and she whimpered.
Grabbing the pile of pins I started to loop the string through each one so they were connected a little over an inch apart. I set up two rows of pins and laid them across her chest.
“What a are you doing. I don’t want any more. Stop. Let me go.”
“Well if you insist. We can hold off on the pins because you’re in luck. There is something else I wanted to do first.”
This seemed to unsettle her more than reassure, but she remained quiet hoping probably, not to egg me on even more. I grabbed the toothbrush and brought it to her clit. Even before it was on she jerked at the touch.
“Remember I said not to scream.”
Turning on the brush Jennifer bucked immediately. Her pussy was still sensitive from my tongue and the vibrations were right on her ultra sensitive clit. Jennifer bit her lip and was already humping the brush involuntarily. I laid the brush down and it stayed leaned on her pussy. Jennifer had her head back and her eyes closed but the brush was doing work and no matter what she did it stayed and sent her wild.
I was able to step back and watch the scene, and while not quite as good as feeling her react, watching her body jerk and shake the pins swinging wildly on her tits was well worth it. My cock was hard against my boxers again and the room was getting hot from all her motion and from how turned on I was getting. I took off my clothes and join her in being naked. Free now, my cock twitched with her body, I had to have her soon.
“You have no idea how much I’ve been wanting to see you cum and now look at you. My own personal little cum slut, your so good I want to give you a treat.”
Jennifer either didn’t hear or wouldn’t respond because she seemed blissfully unaware of me until my balls settled on her chest after straddling her. I grabbed the brush and positioned it so I pressed directly on her clit.
“Cum for me my little slut, you like this brush I can tell,” She nodded, “I want to feel your body shake as you cum for my little brush.”
Her body was twisting as best it could underneath me and I felt my balls slide across her chest. My cock was rock hard and I pressed the brush harder, and jerked myself at I felt and heard her moan. Her head was rocking back and forth her arms and legs straining, she was close.
“Oh my god, I’m gonna cum. It feels so good; the brush on my pussy, and you straddling me like that. Fuck my tits, I want your hot cock between my tits.”
Not waiting an instant I pushed my cock between her mounds of warm flesh and pressed them together. Sliding my cock out and back we both groaned from the sensation. After a few pulses I slammed hard using my weight to press her tits together. She gasped and I slammed home again. Her tits were so smooth and soft my cock slid between them as if it were meant to be there. Meanwhile Jennifer was almost hyperventilating from both my thrusts and the brush still pressed against her clit.
“Now that’s a good girl.”
I paused in my thrusting and pulled the clips off pulling her nipples with them until they snapped off and Jennifer yelped at the sudden release.
“Mmmh, now I told you not to scream and since your being such a good girl lick the pre cum of my dick and we’ll forget this little incident ever happened.”
“Don’t make me do that. Just hold my tits, they feel so good around your cock.”
I put my cock back between her tits and positioned my tip right up near her face. I grabbed her nipples again.
“I agree they do feel very good but there is still pre-cum on my dick and I want you to have it. You tasted so very good; you never know you might like it. And besides,” I said while twisting her nipples, “you don’t have much of an option.”
Jennifer strained and bit her lip as I twisted her tender nipples. The brush was still buzzing on her pussy and she looked pleadingly back at me one last time. I responded by thrusting slightly and twisting her nipples a little more. She winced and turned and put her tongue out and licked the underside of my tip. She licked very cautiously at first but feeling my grip loosen, as I was lost in the pleasure she licked more confidently. Soon my head was clean and she pulled back.
“There its gone, now can I please go these bindings are so constricting.”
“It seems you still don’t understand how this works. But as long as you don’t scream it will be alright.”
“I’m not gonna scream just let me go and it will be…”
I smacked her pussy with the back scratcher. Fine if she didn’t think she would scream then I thought it was time for some more fun with clips. Moving to her right I smacked her pussy again and shut off the brush. Grabbing the first string of clothespins I started to attach the pins on her left breast. Working my way down I attached four to her breast and kept going down her side pulling the skin up to put in the clip. Moving to the right I repeated the procedure on her right breast and side.
Her entire chest was now covered in the little pins but she kept quiet. I grabbed the brush again and turned it on pressing it to her clit. Leaning down I pushed my tongue into her pussy and swirled it around as the brush vibrated her clit. She moaned and her pussy clenched but she remained quiet. Sitting back up I reached for the pins I had tossed aside that were previously on her nipples.
Pulling her pussy lips apart I brought the first clip up and clamped it on the left side of her pussy right next to her clit. She bucked and moaned as I attached the clip. Attaching the second clip to the other side further exposing her clit her eyes started to water.
“You’re a tough little girl aren’t you? You like having all these clips on you. I guess I’ll have to find something better for your nipples cause I’m out of clothespins.”
Jennifer whimpered again but otherwise continued to remain silent. She was now involuntarily shaking from the brush on her clit and all the pins shook with each jolt. Taking the chopsticks from before I broke each in half, then using two halves I one end using tape. Once attached at one end I put it on her nipple and squeezed it together sliding on a tape ring on the end. By sliding the tape closer I could pinch harder than any of the clips. I reached over and attached the second clamp and as I finished Jennifer blurted out:
“Alright I get it, it hurts a lot. And my pussy is on fire. But you can’t make me scream, please I have played your little fantasy just let me go.”
Oh Jennifer, I thought, how wrong you were. Moving myself to over her head I looked down over her body. Wrapping the string around my hand I braced and yanked as hard as I could pulling all the clips on her right side off at once. Jennifer responded by screaming and bucking, as I’m sure she came. My cock twitched as I watched her body shake from secondary orgasms, the right side of her chest red where the clips were torn off.
“My little cum slut I told you not to scream, or I’d have to make sure you couldn’t. We don’t want to wake any of the neighbors up.”
Tears steaming from her eyes she looked up at me, “Please stop. I’m sorry, I couldn’t help it, it was too much. Just let me go, please just take these things off.”
“Take them off you say?” Her eyes went wide as I braced and tore off the left clips.
She screamed again and her body rocked from the force of her sensations.
“I just told you not to do that, and you did right away. I guess we’ll have to keep you from doing that.”
I grabbed her jaw and too weak to fight it she opened her mouth.
“Now suck my cock.”
Weakly she licked the tip and grabbed the head with her lips. From my gentle pressure she sucked the cock into her mouth.
“That’s right take my cock in your mouth. Suck it in. Deeper.”
Pushing hard I forced my cock a little deeper in her mouth. After not too long she moaned and tried to pull off my cock. I pulled out and she gasped gulping air down stands of saliva still attached to my cock. After a few seconds to let her catch her breath I forced my cock back in her mouth.
“That’s right take all, open up and feel my cock on your throat.”
At first her mouth constricted but as I slid the tape closer to her nipple, tightening the makeshift clamp, she opened up. Again I pulled out to let her breathe and then forced it back in, all the way this time letting my balls rest on her beautiful face. She started to gag and her head and throat shook on my cock. I reached down and tits causing her to twitch as the chopsticks moved.
“Hold it, hold it, this feels so very good. Ahhh.”
After a few more seconds I pulled out and bent down and I pushed my face on her pussy and tongued it. She gasped in surprise and I took the opportunity to drive back into her mouth. This time I stayed shallower and fucked her face as I devoured her pussy. I gripped her ass and pulled her pussy into my face. My cock felt so good in her throat and her pussy tasted oh so very good. I could feel myself getting close and I drove my fingers into her pussy.
“Oh my god. This is amazing. Stick your tongue out, I want to feel your tongue on my balls.”
Amazingly she managed to get her tongue out and massaged my dick with it as I went in and out of her face my balls just tapping it with each thrust. Her pussy was warm and dripping and I knew she was getting close too. I could feel my balls tightening, but I held on for a long as I could, savoring every second of her dripping holes. Unable to hold back any longer I exploded into her throat, pushing in all the way. This set off her too and her body started to shake again. I gripped her and pulled her close to me my cock still buried in her throat and was in a state of euphoria was she gagged and shook around my cock, which was even more sensitive having just cum.
After her orgasm finally died out I pulled my cock out of her mouth and rolled back so my head was next to hers. For the next couple minutes she panted face slightly blue from the lack of oxygen. I again buried my self in her hair and hugged her body my cock pressed up against her side.
“Wow, that actually was amazing. You cock was so big in my mouth, and your cum inside me like that. It made me cum so hard. Are you just going to toy with me or are you actually going to fuck me. I’ve been laying here naked and you have had your cock all over me. You can’t just leave me hanging like this.”
I’m glad she could not see my face when she said this; my childish glee at her request to fuck her was impossible to contain. It was my eventual goal of course to fuck her but I had not even though to hope after tying her down and putting her through all this she would ask for it so willingly.
I climbed up and got between her legs rubbing my cock on her still dripping pussy.
“Well since you asked so nicely, I’ll see what I can do.”
Not waiting to go slow I pushed my cock into her and held it all the way in.
“Ahhhah,” she cried out, “its so big, your fingers didn’t open me up like this.”
Her pussy was so tight around my cock and as I slid out of her I could not belive how good it felt. I started to thrust in and out of her and watched her tits as they rippled from the impacts.
“Its…so…good,” she stammered between thrusts, “fuck me…faster”
Gripping her hips I started to piston in and out her body covered in sheen of sweat, tits now bouncing wildly. After a couple of minutes I had to look away from her, it was just too good. She was so beautiful, and still helpless to my fucking her. And I could just keep this up as long as I wanted, she was all mine.
“Harder, harder, fuck me until I can’t think anymore. Oh my god!!”
“Oh my GOD! Your body is so freaking hot. You’re going to make me cum.”
“Wait, no. Don’t cum in me! Please you don’t have a condom or anything. Don’t cum inside me or I will scream. Just cum on my tits or face. Please, please don’t cum in my pussy.”
“If you’re sure that’s what you want.”
“Yes, yes it is oh thank you. Hey what are you doing? You’re just going to let me go now?”
As she was talking I pulled out of her pussy and moved so my cock was between her tits again and began to untie her the bindings on her hands. I took the rope and repositioned her and retied it so it held her arms to her sides. The right arm I positioned so her fingers could reach her pussy and the left so it was on her right breast.
“No, I’m not done with you yet. I thought you might like to move your arms. Only catch is now you are going help me now.”
“What do you mean?”
“Well you can start by playing with yourself. I want to feel you as you masturbate yourself.”
I resituated myself so I was right behind her and wrapped my hands around her pushing her hands her and began to massage them.
“That’s right, my little cum slut, rub yourself off.”
I gripped her left tit and pulled her to me. I kissed up the back of her neck. She moaned and her head rolled back but her hand kept moving on her pussy massaging it. It was probably very tender especially where the clips were.
“You like it don’t you, your nipples and pussy so tender from all this punishment. You can’t wait to have me back in side you. Don’t worry I have a solution to our problems. I’m sure you love it.”
Rather than respond verbally she rolled her head back and moaned. I kissed her hard holding her close to me cock throbbing on her naked body. Her breast squeezed in my hand and my other massaging her inner thigh. Her hands were still moving and as I slid my hand up to her crotch she twitched in my arms.
“That’s right, it sucks doesn’t it having someone this close unable to do anything but wait.”
I slid my hand further into her crotch and circled her asshole. This time she shivered, whether from anticipation or fear I’m not certain.
“So agonizingly close, you want it so bad and yet fear the repercussions.”
Pressing my finger on her hole my finger slid into her ass, lubed up from her dripping pussy. She froze in my arms, but I waited until her body relaxed massaging her tit and willing her to loosen with my kiss. “But just like me it’s happening. All this anticipation and the big finale is in sight.”
Pushing two fingers in I felt her winch, but her hand started to move again. Her body was on fire and as I continued to stretch her ass she started to breathe heavier and heavier. She now had her two middle fingers in her pussy palm up against her clit and was rocking with the motion of our fingers. I couldn’t wait any longer and I lifted her up so the tip of my cock was positioned against her asshole.
“Wait, please I need more time. We can do this just not yet, I don’t want too.”
“I’m done waiting for you, its clear to me we both want this and your really in no position to argue. Oh and this time I do expect you to scream.”
Letting go, her body fall on my cock I drove up into her ass. It was so tight; my cock all the way into her ass was almost unable to get blood flow. I could feel every artery as my heart attempted to push blood through.
“Ahhhhhhhh. Fuck you. Your so fucking big, you’re going to tear my ass in half. Stop it, it is too much.”
“And knows the part where you help me. See you’re going to cum for me.”
“I won’t cum for y…”
Thrusting in her ass hard I said, “No you are going to cum for me, and you are going to rub yourself off while we fondle you and my cock is deep in your ass. Isn’t that right?”
I rolled my hips a little and pulled hard on her nipples. She still refused to start rubbing again so I reached for the chopsticks. I placed it back on her nipple, the one not in reach of her hand and started to slide the tape in. About half way she submitted.
“Please, not again my nipples are so sore. I’ll do anything just take it off.”
“I told you to rub your self off, I want to feel as you cum in my arms with my cock in your ass.”
She started to move her fingers in and out of her pussy.
“See now that wasn’t so bad.”
I slid the tape tighter on her nipple.
“Stop I’m going, I’m going.”
I slid the tape a little more, now almost all the way down her nipple was turning purple.
“Oh I know, and I approve. You have no idea how long I’ve waited for this. Your nipple is just a reminder, at least for the present.”
Jennifer was now biting her lip but her fingers were still moving, slightly faster now. Her other hand she was squeezing her nipple. Her ass was so tight around my cock; I held her to me and closed my eyes as she started to warm-up once again.
“You dirty little cum slut. You like my cock so deep in you. You feel every pulse, you want more, you want me to fuck you. You want me to pound your ass, while you play with your clit. You want this as bad as me, you’re so hot right now you might even want it more.”