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Jess rode horses. Her light brown hair was always braided or pulled tightly behind, and her skin was always sun-kissed, smooth and clear except for a faint smattering of freckles across her nose. She was a good girl, straight A’s and a studious posture that made her C cups look like Ds. Always covered of course, in a tight sweater or her latest half-marathon t-shirt. Ever since elementary school her piercing blue eyes made me nervous, but watching her body mature… Anyway, she was a family friend and far too innocent. That’s why I was so surprised when she started hanging out with Vanessa.
Once we turned 18 the three of us started going to clubs together, but Vanessa was a troublemaker, boundless energy stuck in a runway model’s body. Pale white skin, and from the right angle you could see her perky little tits from the arm holes of whatever punk t-shirt she was wearing. She would cut little notches out of her blonde locks when bored, puffing her carnation lips into the mirror trying out new looks.
My phone buzzed: ‘Hangin w Jess at my place COME OVER’
I opened the door to the mini mansion (Vanessa’s mom had won it in the divorce) and into an empty living room, reality television blaring. I wrapped around toward the kitchen as the TV gave way to Sublime on the kitchen speakers. Jess and Vanessa leaned into opposite sides of the granite island, sucking lime wedges with puckered faces. 4pm and the tequila was already out.
“Hey-yooooo!,” they shouted, clearly a few drinks in. “Shots!”
“It’s the middle of the afternoon,” I pretended to reason.
“You don’t want a shot?” Vanessa flirted. She poured one, threw it back, and holding Jess’s tender face in her hands, pulled her in for a kiss. Jess’s shoulders stiffened as she received the tequila, and she wiped the dribble from her chin with a cautious smile.
Vanessa saw my eyes grow substantially bigger, scooped up the bottle and approached me. “It’s just a kiss.” She swigged with one hand as she draped the other around my neck. Connecting in a kiss, she hummed for me to open my mouth, rising onto her toes to help the tequila trickle in. She opened wider and slipped her tongue into my mouth, massaging mine when she found it. I quickly pulled her lower back in and sloshed the tequila back into her mouth as she gargle-swallowed.
“Oh, now you’re gonna drink twice as much,” Vanessa threatened, handing the bottle off. “Jess, give him a shot!”
Vanessa ran off to the bathroom as my eyes met with Jess’s. Our laughing subsided as she fidgeted with the bottle. “Do you…” She wasn’t sure how to proceed.
“It’s just a kiss,” I shrugged loosely. She relaxed back into a smile and took a swig. We approached each other carefully, her cheeks puffed with a tight-lipped grin. We held each other’s arms lightly, leaned in and for the first time I felt Jess’s lips. Stiff at first but as I swallowed tequila we both loosened and I felt the tip of her tongue. Mine invited her in and we relaxed deeper, mouths opening wide in a wet silence. I felt her breasts press lightly against my chest and then we stood still, heads kinked, eagerly tasting each other. I was hypnotized.
I paid little attention to my hands being guided behind me, and it wasn’t until the second clink that realized I had just been handcuffed.
“Okay!,” Vanessa taunted as she wedged her arms between us and separated. I realized immediately these handcuffs were legit. Vanessa pushed me into a kitchen chair and straddled me. “Give me the bottle, Jess.” She did, and Vanessa waved it in front of me smugly. “Let’s see who wins this time.”
She swigged, forced my head back by a fist full of my hair, and lowered down onto me with a sloppy, moany kiss. “Oh my God!,” Jess called out with slight disapproval.
Vanessa jumped up and took a victory lap around the kitchen. “The tequila champion!” She tossed the keys to my freedom on the island as she handed the bottled back to Jess. “Give him another!” Jess laughed. “Jess, Jess, Jess!”
Jess shook her head at the silliness and lowered onto my lap. She sighed and her blue eyes exploded open at me. I tried to mask my lust with an innocent smile. She leaned in with her hands on my face and we resumed our make-out session. Slower, deeper than before.
“Jess, you forgot the tequila,” Vanessa mono-toned.
We all laughed and I realized how desperately I wanted this to keep going. Knowing Vanessa’s competitive nature and open-minded sexuality, I had an idea. I darted toward the island and scooped up the keys behind my back. Almost immediately Vanessa caught up to me, arms around me prying the keys from my hands with a challenging laugh. “What do you think you’re doing?” She grabbed me by the front of my belt denizli escort as she dangled the keys in front of me. “Now you’re gonna get it even worse.”
Over my shoulder I saw Jess hide her shocked laughter with cupped hands as Vanessa yanked me into her mother’s bedroom.
Vanessa went straight for the closet as I admired the ornate posts of her mother’s Victorian bed. Vanessa dropped a large black duffle bag on the floor. The open flaps introduced a crowded pile of purple and black plastic, shiny metal, and white rope. “My Mom likes her toys.” She pressed her finger to her lip as she studied me. “We need to get this shirt off of you. Hmm… Okay, I’m going to uncuff you for a second… but if you try to escape,” she warned, “You’re gonna regret it.”
My arms fell loose. “Shirt off…Now, back up against the bedpost and put your arms behind you.” I backed up slowly, wondering if I really wanted to be cuffed to a pole with Vanessa, who could be wicked when drunk. Arms behind me, she tightened the first cuff. She grabbed the other wrist.
I spun around and tackled her onto the bed. I pressed both arms above her head. Pinning both wrists with one hand I tickled her wildly with the other as we both laughed. “JESSICA!,” she screamed. Beneath my pin she gave a breathy moan, and I realized under her long t-shirt she wasn’t wearing shorts, and that the bulge of my cock was pressed firmly into her damp panties. She panted through the sensation and threatened her teeth at me.
Suddenly I was knocked off, on my back, Jess straddling me. “Get him!,” Vanessa shrieked. I decided to let them play the upper hand for a moment, as we were already on the bed and this might evolve to something more exciting. Vanessa kept swiping at my cuffed wrist, and I kept it out of reach. Then Jess attacked my neck and armpits with quick hands. In a spastic laugh I rolled my body half way over, and the girls used my own momentum to finish the turn and slam my chest into the sheets.
Before I could assess the situation my cuffed arm cranked behind my back as two hands dragged the other to meet it. CLINK. Both girls let out a victorious squeal.
“Oh now you’re fucked,” Vanessa said. Jess sat on my back as Vanessa hopped off the bed, returning quickly.
“I was just-” Vanessa pressed a black ball gag into my mouth, pulled the straps tightly behind my head and buckled it. I stressed into the gag, “Ah wuh jah…”
“Scoot up!” Jessica straddled higher on my back as Vanessa got to work on my lower half. She shuffled my pants down and pulled them off my feet. I felt something being strapped around each ankle. Meanwhile Jessica tugged on the strap of the ball gag giggling curiously. Hands forced my feet apart, and with a metallic slide and pop, they were stuck.
The girls hopped off the bed as I was left face down, hands cuffed behind, legs wide, in my boxers and a ball gag. I tried to roll over but couldn’t.
“Oh my God! That’s sooo mean,” Jess giggled sympathetically.
“Hey, he would have done it to me if you didn’t come running,” Vanessa reasoned back. “Help me stand him up.”
They pulled my feet off the bed and stood me upright, pivoting my stance until my back leaned against the bedpost. Vanessa dipped into the duffle bag again and took out a length of rope. She looked through me with determination as she approached. Slipping the rope under both arms she pulled my chest tight against the bedpost, then wrapped it around over and over. I could barely wiggle. Jess stared curiously at my crotch. I looked down and saw why. My cock was stressing outward against my boxers.
“fvaah nuh auh,” I pleaded. Vanessa quickly took out some shiny black tape and slapped it over the ball gag and my lips, and began wrapping unforgivingly, tongue against her teeth as she grinned with intensity.
“Sorry, can’t hear you.” A dozen wraps later, she stepped back and crossed her arms at me with a mischievous grin. “I win.”
She stared smugly at me. I suddenly realized challenging Vanessa may not have been a good idea. She seemed like she was really enjoying this, and just getting warmed up.
I looked to Jess for some sense of sympathy as I puffed my cheeks in a muffled yell. My wrapped gag dropped my attempt at noise inches in front of me. Jess was busy anyway, captivated by the duffle bag. She inspected each toy curiously as she laid them out on the carpet. A large pink vibrator. A small pink ball gag. A black ball gag with a curved dildo protruding out. A leather blindfold. Nipple clamps linked by a small chain. A black riding crop. Thick purple tape. A purple flogger. More handcuffs. A spool of white twine. A large white dildo.
“Truth diyarbakır escort or dare?” My eyes shot back over to Vanessa’s sly smile.
Jess stood up. “Um… truth.”
“Does seeing him like this get you excited?” Jess furrowed her eyebrows at Vanessa in embarrassment. Vanessa approached me. “You know she has a crush on you, right?”
“Shut up, Vanessa!”
Vanessa leaned in and whispered quietly into my ear, “She had a dream where you had her tied up spread eagle on her bed.”
“Stop whispering!,” Jess complained as she skipped over. She placed her hands on my chest. “Don’t worry, I won’t let her hurt you.”
“Don’t worry, she won’t let me hurt you. Oh It’s your turn, escape artist. Truth or dare. Dare? Okay, I dare you to wear these.” She applied the nipple clamps to me and tugged them. Gently at first, then tight enough to make me struggle forward against my binds. “How’s that feel?” she asked with casual indifference. Then I saw a light bulb go off. “I have a dare for you, Jess.”
“But It’s your turn!”
Vanessa hopped over and whispered something into Jess’s ear. Jess covered her mouth with tentative laughter.
“Really?”
“I dare you,” Vanessa challenged.
Jess considered, then pulled my cell phone from my discarded jeans and dialed. “Hey Mrs. Cathey, Its Jessica… I’m good, how are you?… Listen, Jordan asked me to call you before he forgot. He’s down by the lake with the boys and is gonna crash at Ryan’s tonight… Okay, sounds good. Bye!”
Vanessa burst out in applause as she hung up. Panic set in.
“Okay Vanessa, I dare you to tickle him with this.” Jess handed her a flogger.
“That’s not how you use that.” SNAP. Vanessa whipped it against my chest. Several times more, aiming for the nipple clamps. Harder until they fell to the floor. “Oops, sorry about that.” She picked them up and re-attached them, tender and red. I winced at the pain and looked at her desperately. “Awww… Jess, he’s daring you to give us some time alone.”
“Vanessa,” Jess said sternly.
“Don’t worry,” she comforted back.
“Fine. Seriously though, be nice to him!” Jess closed the door behind her. Vanessa locked it, and took a swig of tequila. She picked up the leather blindfold and my stomach turned as she lowered it over my eyes. Then darkness. Silence. Nothing.
BZZZZZZ. I twitched at the sound of the vibrator loud in my ear. It clicked back off. Silence again, except for my hyperventilating nostrils.
Cold sharp steel on my leg and I shivered. The fabric of my boxers snipped and ripped off. I felt her breathy satisfaction in my ear: “Do you remember Charlie’s the other week? Dancing, pressing your leg between my thighs teasing me? Well this is what I wanted to do to you.”
I threw my head back and gave a cried wail that reverberated back down my throat. Her hand grabbed my cock and squeezed tightly. Then I felt her warn mouth over me as she sucked making exaggerated moans of starvation. She gave a twist-jerk motion that got slicker with every plunge of her lips and tongue. Wetter and faster, swelling.
She stopped abruptly and caught her breath back in my ear. “Do you like that? Do you want that?” I was frozen, half in fear and half in ecstasy.
“Do you want my pussy?” she asked impatiently. I quickly nodded, body helplessly stiff as I felt her press flat against it. She grabbed my desperate cock and worked it into her shaved pussy, fighting the tightness upward, deeper. I felt smooth plastic jam underneath my balls and press me even tighter up into her. The vibrator clicked on against my swelling balls as she began to move, fucking me standing up.
Her speed ramped up and my balls felt like they were on fire. Faster, bursting into flame. I couldn’t take the heat. Finally relief as my balls dropped back down. I felt the plastic between our bellies as she pressed the buzz down against her clit, vibrating the back of my cock as she slid me in and out of her. She leaned her nipples onto my clamps as her paralyzed and open mouth fell against my nose.
She pumped faster. Her controlled panting turned into desperate exhalations, wincing and out of control like an addict. I couldn’t hold it in and exploded into her as she fucked faster, harder, shuddering her own orgasm and screaming into my shoulder with a bite and sealed lips to muffle the sound. Our heat dissipated into the air as we sighed relaxation.
The blindfold came off. She tossed it to the floor, naked and perfect and out of breath. “Don’t tell Jess.” For a moment I forgot about my bondage and tried to move. She sighed a laugh as she patted her face with a towel and approached. She grabbed antalya escort my still erect cock with the towel and wiped it with firm strokes, the coarse cotton sending shivers from my tip up through my spine. She tossed the towel aside and walked to the door.
“Now you know,” she said, and shut the door behind her.
20 minutes later and my mind was racing. How could they be so nonchalant about leaving me like this, so brutally tight, uncomfortably bound? I looked down at my resting cock, wondering how it, or my heart rate, would hold up against the possibility of another round of torment.
The door opened slightly and my heart rate jumped. Jess slipped in and locked the door behind her. She waivered slightly, drunker than before in a white bra and panties. “Soooo Vanessa dared me to stay in here for an hour.”
“Hmm.” She stared at my naked body. “I guess it’s only fair.” She removed her underwear carefully, like a first-time skinny-dipper. Her tits were wide and forward with a slight droop and pancake nipples. Her toned runner’s tummy curved into wide hips, a small tuft of hair in between. Her long, tan legs rubbed each other as she moved toward me.
She pressed her body against mine and smiled as the blood rushed back to my cock and it pressed into the crevice of her legs. She touched the rope digging into my skin and stroked it sympathetically, tugged lightly on the steel chain running between my nipples, and stroked the side of my face. “Oh My God, I didn’t realize she did it so tight.”
To my relief she immediately unwrapped my taped mouth, unbuckled the ball gag and with a pop the pain in my jaw released. I wiggled my jaw as she loosened and unwrapped the rope from my body. Next she bent down to unbuckle the ankle bar.
“Hey, I think you would have tied her up if you got the chance,” she judged slyly.
“Whatever you say,” I replied flatly, sitting on the edge of the bed.
“Are you mad?” she sounded concerned as she unclamped my nipples, leaving only the handcuffs behind my back.
“To be honest, I’d rather wait until I’m free to answer that.”
“But… if I let you go… You’re not gonna tie me up for the rest of the hour, are you?” she asked nervously. I stared at her sternly, unwilling to answer. Her lips parted as she touched the handcuff keys to her chest, her piercing blue eyes fixed on mine. She approached, unbuckled the cuffs and stepped back as I rubbed my wrists tenderly.
“You are soooo gonna pay for that,” I bellowed. I lunged at her as she turned for the door with a laugh, grabbed her from behind and muffled her squeal with my hand. I dragged her naked body back to the bed and threw her on. She scooted back quickly as I jumped on top of her with a length of rope and pinned her arms above her head. She gasped with excitement as I tied her wrists together quickly and with force. I looped the rope over and around the base of the headboard, tying it off into place.
I slid her torso down and her arms tightened. “Oh my God,” she gasped. I pressed my hand over her mouth and began squeezing her breasts and twisting her nipples. She squealed loudly into my hand.
“How do YOU like it?” I asked as I kept at it, pinching her body and slapping her tits. I forced her legs wider and pressed my cock flat against her clit. She moaned desperately. I let go of her mouth, grabbed her by her hair and kissed her forcefully. She panted loudly into my mouth as she widened her knees and I slipped my cock into her. Her back arched with a moan.
I fucked her like an animal, gripping her hair to stay in place. Her eyes went large and her mouth agape with shocked gasps for air. When her eyes fell on mine they pulled a look of pleading desperation, but the tense jaw and unforgiving determination of my anger fuck left her with nothing to do but close her eyes, tilt her head back and take it. I bent down and sucked and nipples, hard.
I just kept going. Sweating and pounding away. I gripped her ass, tilted her vagina slightly higher and penetrated deeper. Her head shook loosely and her tits were slick with sweat. Suddenly her neck stiffened and she moaned. Louder, again, methodically, growing into volume into a full blown yell. I covered her mouth with my hand, then decided to replace it with a kiss. She called helplessly into my mouth as she came, and I pumped harder. The Ohs turned higher-pitched and into winces as I pumped the frustration of the night into her. Her face was frozen, unable to express the overstimulation. I finally came, pumping as hard as I could with a panted grunt in her ear. I slowed my pace, and realized she was crying.
I quickly untied her hands and she rolled away into the fetal position, her back trembling. I touched her shoulder softly, then let her be as I sat back against the headboard with a rush of calm.
After a minute like this, Jess sniffled, rolled back over and on top of me, cuddling her head into my chest. I held her there and we caressed each other gently, smiling as we heard the faint call of Vanessa from outside the bedroom.
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