Tied

I opened the door to let her in. "You silly old poohead," she giggled, "wasting all your time fixing up this old house. Don't you think you could put your time to better use ?"
"Oh I don't know," I answered, "I suppose I could think of a few things to while away the time if I didn't have to do this," and smiled sidelong at her. Laughing, Gemma punched me in the arm playfully and bounced into the front room, throwing herself into an armchair. I reached for a can of Coke and then sat down in another chair beside hers.

She turned to face me and I admired yet again her small face, dominated by her large blue eyes and full, dark red lips which often bore a slightly sardonic grin. Her light summer dress was navy with small white dots and reached midway down her small calves. Although loose-fitting as befits such a dress, it was made of a material that revealed the curves of her body when the breeze moved it, or when, having been aroused, her own perspiration made it cling to her skin. Its cut gave no hint that she had very large, soft breasts beneath the dress with nipples that responded quickly to the touch of my hand or a cold wind. I enjoyed her lavish breasts immensely and once when I complained of missing the feel of them when she was absent, she made a tiny model of a bosom from some putty I had been using to replace a window pane, as something with which I could console myself. Her body was slim and small-boned, with attractively lithe legs, and her reddish-brown hair was of medium length and very fine.

"What do you think of while you are hammering nails and painting away ?" she asked.
"Nothing much, really," I mumbled as I attacked a large packet of potato chips. As soon as I had said this, I realized that a slightly different response was required, and that she was playing a game with me. Hurriedly I finished munching the chips and looked her straight in the eye.
"Well actually that's not entirely true. I tend to think of you and what I'll do to you the next time I get you alone in this house," I smiled.
"Dirty Joseph !" she laughed, knowing full well she was encouraging me. 
Toying with her a little more, I said, "What gave you the idea that I think naughty thoughts ?" with as innocent an expression as I could muster upon my face. 
"You," she replied flatly.

As she spoke, I had reached a hand through the armhole of her light summer dress and was cupping her full breast through her bra, enjoying the sensation of its softness and weight. Although she feigned modesty, she didn't seem to mind this sort of attention and it gave me a strange sort of pleasure to play with her breast even as I did other things such as eating, drinking and talking. As we continued to engage in verbal foreplay, I eased her bra cup up and over her breast, freeing it from the lacy embrace and letting it fall heavily into my hand. Idly I flicked at her nipple with my finger and was pleased to be rewarded by it gradually becoming harder and protruding further from her breast. 

She seemed to have started breathing a little bit faster, but it was hard to tell. I could see she was trying to pretend that my attentions were having no effect on her, so I thought to increase her tension by turning around to face her and letting my hand stray down her body, passing over her flanks and along her smooth, slim legs. As I caressed her dainty calves I took the hem of her dress and slowly pulled it upwards, exposing her legs to my gaze. Again she made some small protest which had the effect of heightening my arousal instead of dampening it.

I reached for her shoulder, pulling her towards me and kissed her on her mouth. Her lips were soft and yielding, as was her tongue, which did not dart about furiously as so many girls' do, but moved languorously around my own. Running my hand up her smooth leg, I caressed the inside of her tender thigh, feeling her tremble as I approached her knickers. They were white and lacy, and the heat and moisture from her sex were beginning to seep through. I covered her damp sex with my palm as if to contain the warmth in order to build it up to a higher level, and she responded by pressing herself against my hand.

Meanwhile, I moved to kiss her long neck, feeling the blood pulse under my tongue. Her neck seemed to be very sensitive, and such attention always served to increase her arousal. I could feel her erect nipples being pushed against my chest by her full, round breasts. Her own hand strayed down my front from where it had been pressed against my chest. She slowly massaged my erect penis through my jeans, further firing my ardour, then eased the zipper open and manipulated my clothing until the caged beast sprung forth into her small hand.

Again unlike most girls, she did not seem afraid of or repelled by my penis, having on the contrary given it a pet name, "ferret," by which she would refer to it in its detumescent state. She would toy with it when it was in this condition, marvelling at the condition of apparent helplessness of the organ which in its rigid state so violently assaulted her own body. Of course, when it was erect she was more respectful of its potential and therefore expertly ministered to it with her hands and mouth.

I reached down and took the hem of her dress in my hands, pulling the dress up and over her head in one smooth motion, virtually stripping her bare. The breast I had uncovered before pouted prettily at me while the other was still covered by her bra. I reached around her to unfasten it, taking the chance as I did so to kiss the base of her neck. As her bra came off, I cupped both breasts in my hand, feeling their weight. I bent my head to her left breast, which being slightly larger than her right
was my favourite, and began licking it, starting off with the underside and working my way up to the nipple, which I sucked into my mouth as I rapidly and repeatedly flicked my tongue over its tip, eliciting several moans of pleasure from Gemma and making her breathing increase in tempo.

After a few minutes of this I moved up and kissed her on the lips, savouring their softness again. Her breasts, damp from my attentions, were crushed against my chest by our embrace. Meanwhile I had reached a hand down inside her knickers, brushing the hairs of her sex as I did. I covered her sex with my hand as I had done before, then spread her nether lips with my fingers and pushed my second finger in as deep as it would go. She gave a start moaned again in pleasure at this. She was already moist and my finger penetrated her with ease. I wriggled my finger inside her, stimulating the walls of her vagina and searching for her G-spot.

With my other arm I was cradling her shoulders as I continued kissing her. I could feel her struggle for breath under my mouth as I toyed with her sex. I withdrew a wet, sticky finger from between its lips and spread the lubrication over her clitoris, which was trying to poke erect from beneath its hood. As soon as my finger touched it, she gasped then moaned and moved her hips to accomodate my probing finger. She clenched her thighs around my hand as I worried her clitoris with my finger and she broke off our kiss and threw her head back. I liked to watch her face as I pleasured her, seeing her loss of feminine reserve increase as she rushed closer to a climax. Her breasts were animated by the rise and fall of her chest as her breathing speeded up, something else I enjoyed watching. As she inhaled faster and faster, I moved my fingers more quickly to speed her orgasm,
feeling her sex get wetter and wetter as her arousal increased.

Feeling self-conscious at my examination of her responses at this time, she took my penis in her hand and started moving her hand back and forth in an attempt to distract my attention. Not surprisingly, she was fairly successful in her aims as I began reacting to this rather quickly, although I was still interested in watching her. I could feel the sap rising in me and ejaculation approaching, so I kept up my fingering of her clitoris in order to make her climax before I did, so that I could see her face as she did so.

With a series of short, sharp cries she orgasmed, her body shuddering for several seconds and her thighs pressed tightly together. She went completely limp for a while and then renewed her frigging of my penis, wanting to watch me lose control as I had watched her. As her hand motions became faster, I felt that the dam was about to burst, and just as her hand moved my foreskin off the head of my penis, a great jet of sperm squirted forth and landed on her belly and on her pubic hair. She
uttered no protest at this point, although she later carefully wiped herself clean with a tissue. I liked very much to ejaculate on her naked body if I was not ejaculating inside her mouth or her sex. The idea of soiling her flesh appealed greatly to me.

We kissed tenderly and slowly for a while, then resumed talking, not bothering to dress ourselves again. My hunger began to get the better of me and a sudden inspiration seized me. Laying Gemma down upon the carpet, I took the packet of chips I had started eating and emptied them over her naked body. She started protesting and moved as if to get up, but I pushed her down and began to eat the chips off her body with my mouth, one by one. She giggled each time my mouth touched her skin, as I had placed the chips from her neck down to her pubic hair. When I was eating the chips near her breasts and her sex, I took the chance to tease and tickle the flesh beneath with my mouth, causing her to squirm.  This was an almost ideal confluence of two of my great passions, sex and food.

I continued eating the chips off her naked skin until her body was again entirely bare. I had become quite aroused by this activity and my penis had grown hard once more. Gemma noticed this and called me,"Dirty Joseph" again, making me smile. She took my erection in her small hands and placed it in her mouth. I sighed with pleasure, for she began to make small, fast licking movements with her tongue on the underside of the head of my penis, an area rich with nerve endings, even as her mouth still  enclosed it. There was no need to thrust it in and out of her mouth since she was  stimulating it with her tongue, almost driving me to distraction with  the  erotic effects.  I caressed her head, not knowing what else to do with  my  hands, and prayed that she wouldn t stop what she was doing to me. 

Fortunately she didn t, and after a few minutes of the stimulation of  her wet  mouth and agile tongue, I felt myself approaching ejaculation. Involuntarily I started moving my hips, thrusting my penis a little deeper into her mouth but I stopped when I realised that this prevented her from licking the underside of its head, an attention that was driving me wild. I finally began to ejaculate inside her mouth, no longer able to restrain myself.

Expecting her to spit out my penis and close her mouth against my sperm, I let go of her head. On the contrary, and to my delight, she kept it inside her mouth and swallowed each drop as it spurted from my penis. I could see her throat muscles working as she attempted to swallow without choking and this excited me enormously, making me ejaculate even more sperm more forcefully into her mouth.

At long last, I gradually stopped discharging, with the spasms coming more slowly and more weakly. Gemma swallowed the last of the sperm, then took my penis out of her mouth and began licking every last drop from its tip and sides, completely cleaning it. The pleasure I had experienced inside her mouth was almost beyond belief, and my satisfaction at her loving treatment of my erection during and after my ejaculation was immense. After she had given my penis one last kiss, I took her in my arms and caressed her for a long time, fighting off the urge to sleep.

Some time later I had regained my ardour and my penis was growing hard again at the sight of Gemma's lovely naked body. I tensed the muscles in my groin and the penis jerked upward as if animated by a consciousness of its own. She gave a start at this, then told me to stop doing it.

Naturally I continued, just to see her response, and she laughed and tried to hit me in frustration. "Naughty Gemma," I chastised her, "I'll have to punish you for that."
"You wouldn t do anything to me," she answered. I said nothing, but reached over and grabbed a couple of plastic bags, the sort you get from a supermarket, and stood to my feet. Gemma reached up to take my erection in her hand, hoping to make me forget whatever it was I intended or at least delay it, although I think she was secretly excited. I pulled her up beside me and led her into the hallway where there were several decorative hooks just above my head height meant for hats and coats.

"I'm going to tie you up, Gemma," I smiled. She laughed disbelievingly at this, so I thrust her against the wall and began tying a plastic bag around each of her slim wrists. Still she did not imagine that I would and could actually do what I had said, so she made no protest nor did she struggle. Or perhaps she wanted to be tied up and be made my helpless victim. Next I raised her arms above her head and with the handles of the bags, made a loop which would tighten if it were pulled. I slipped each loop over a coathook, her arms just long enough to reach, but not long enough so that she could free herself too easily, although it was by no means impossible.

I stepped back and admired her, naked and restrained by her arms, fastened above her head. This elevated her full round breasts which pertly pointed their erect nipples upwards very fetchingly and I could not resist bending down and licking each one in turn, so temptingly soft and defenceless were they. She twisted her body as my tongue roamed over it,making her moan and occaisonally tickling her in sensitive places. Her powerlessness excited me greatly and I grew intoxicated with a wild
lust.

Suddenly, I decided to leave her and walk into the other room, where I sat down and lit a cigarette. The idea of leaving her naked, bound by her wrists and alone in the cold hallway was another arousing demonstration of my power over her. I smoked slowly, enjoying the cigarette all the more for listening to her first demanding, then begging me to free her. I callously ignored all her pleas until I had finished my cigarette. She had fallen silent now, resigned to her fate. As I walked down the hall, my penis gradually grew erect  and she followed it with her eyes as I moved towards her.

Placing my hand between her legs I felt that her sex was damp with excitement, caused by her bondage. When I simply and easily removed her bonds she was furious with herself, because she realised that she could have removed them herself with a small amount of effort. This amused me and I led her naked and fuming back into the warm room.
There I lay her down on the carpet and spread her legs. She reached up, eager for me to take her, and I entered her with ease because her sex was so wet and slippery from her arousal. Never had I pierced her nether lips so easily. She took hold of my buttocks, pulling hard so that I would drive as deeply as possible into her sex. Tying her up naked had turned me on enormously, and it had obviously had a similar effect on her. I could feel the burning hot interior of her sex as thrust hard into it, impaling her writhing body which was begging for release.

We were like two animals rutting, I the dominant on top and she the submissive beneath,  having been subdued by her bondage, but both of us seeking the same end. I held her tight to me as I pounded her sex, crushing her breasts against my chest. Sweat trickled down her cleavage as she moaned in pleasure and clung to me. I could feel the tide mounting within me and I struggled to hold it back. Gemma's breathing came in short, sharp pants now with a small, vocalized moan with each breath. She threw her head back and tensed her body, which was then wracked by convulsions of ecstasy. 

Having also reached my limits, I released the floodgates and let my sperm violently explode deep inside her sex, still thrusting with each spasm until she was filled with my semen. I collapsed onto her prone body, too exhausted to withdraw my penis from her. We were both stunned by the ferocity of our desire and its conclusion, stimulated no doubt by what had gone before. We lay there panting for some time as we caught our breath.

Our perspiration gradually evaporated, cooling our fevered bodies slightly. As I drifted off into sleep, I could still feel my erection hard inside her damp sex.

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