"Whither Bound" (Hour Three)
Lise sat up and got to her feet beside the bed. She was pleased with herself, half way through their little game and she was still in control. In control of John yes, but of herself, she wasn't so sure. Touching her throat and trailing her fingers down between her breasts, her skin was still slick with his come. She could smell the sharp scent of him - how she loved that. 'Now what?' she wondered.
John still lay on the bed, watching her through half-closed eyes. His cock was a small thing now. Lise wondered how long it would take for it to recover. Sometimes they would make love the following morning, sometimes it would be a couple of days. Quick, second fucks seldom happened. As usual Lise found herself wanting more.
She asked him to stand. He was in what he called his 'post-coital-phase,' but got slowly to his feet.
John was surprised to find he still wanted her. Usually he was happy to just lie snuggled up to Lise after they'd made love. But seeing her running her fingers over her cum-wet skin, was a wicked turn on. To his delight he felt his cock stir.
* * *
She'd led him back to the kitchen. It hadn't taken long and not that many of the cable ties to have John secured again for Lise's next little play. A belt made of the black ties kept him sat in the chair. A couple more secured his wrists to two of the table legs so that he sat there, pretty much unable to move.
Lise had left him briefly, to change. Returning, she'd announced, "This is my new peekaboo look," adding, "or soon will be." All she wore was a bra and panties. He recognised both as items he'd ordered for her for Christmas by e-mail. The panties were red with blacklace and they were crotchless. The matching bra was more decoration than support but looked wonderful on her, even if the job was perhaps too much for it. She picked up the scissors and came to stand close to him.
Her next act made him cringe. She pulled the tip of each bra cup outwards and snipped off the end. For a few moments he was too afraid about what MIGHT happen to notice the results. His mind yelled, 'Do be careful!' while his mouth opened and his eyes tried to close. But she knew what she was doing, and when she lowered the scissors her nipples jutted out through the jagged holes in the bra.
She'd done a less than perfect job and had cut away too much fabric. But it did look delightful. Nipples and a sizable amount of breast-flesh, protruded though the openings. Those nipples just begged for his attention.
Lise flicked each with a forefinger and said, "Peekaboo!"
John's cock began to lift. She perched her ass on the table, her thigh against his tethered forearm. Her right breast was inches from his mouth.
Lise moved her shoulders, making her breasts jostle. She looked into his eyes then down at the poking nipple, her message clear.
He bent to kiss her, sucking the nipple into his mouth, hungrily, urgently.
Lise gasped and threw her head back. Her pussy spasmed in response to the suction at her nipple. She looked down again at his mouth, her breast. He was suckling her like a hungry puppy, drawing more of her breast out through the ruined bra.
Her hands grabbed for her breast and squeezed,o ffering herself, urging him, "Harder, suck me harder," Nipple and pussy, her world shrank to nipple and pussy. She knew she was going to come. Her ass squirmed against the table edge, her knees worked one against the other as she struggled with the glorious turmoil between her legs. God! She was going to come. She was going to come.
Come she did. It was fast, too fast, her body seemed to become fluid. She'd never come like this before, with just breast loving and never, never standing. She pulled away from him, staggered, turned, rested her hands on the table. She fought for breath, a frightening wetness between her thighs.
John for his part was wondering how much more he could take. How much more ball-churning longing would she make him endure. He looked down at his cock. It was actually moving with the beat of his heart. For the hundredth time, he wondered if a guy could come just from wanting. But he wasn't going to beg, no sir!
Lise was longing for that cock too, but she was enjoying this as well. All the times John had finished his lovemaking and left her desperate for more. Lise was come-hungry. That's what she called it, the need to climax, not once but as often as it took to scratch the crazy itch inside her pussy.
She straightened and moved round to the other side of John. She brought her nipple close to him and said, "More, please," He looked up at her, his eyes seemed to plead but there was a flash of anger there too. Lise looked down between his legs, that beautiful penis. She almost weakened - she did want that lovely cock so very badly.
But she leaned forward and moved her nipple across the tip of his nose. She knew, as any woman knows, that the poor guy wouldn't be able to resist.
Sure enough, his lips opened and he took the bait. The jolt to her pussy was every bit as powerful as the one from her right nipple had been. Dear God! Her hunger frightened her, she wanted this, wanted more, more, more.
Her hunger surprised John, she seemed insatiable. But his own reaction amazed him too, a fresh hunger replaced his annoyance at her needs. His cock was rigid. This hardening nipple in his mouth was as much a turn on as its sister had been. He bit and suckled and pulled. She didn't seem to mind how hard. When she moaned and grabbed her breast he knew she was going to come again.
Lise had had her eyes closed, utterly focused on the sensations flashing from nipple to crotch. The waves were starting to build. John's mouth lost its grip on her nipple and she looked down to watch him capture it again. Her own mouth gaped as she watched him suckle her. He seemed to have half her breast pulled out through the ragged hole in her bra. It looked so sexy, the white softness against the torn red silk.
She glanced at her other breast, the nipple looked enormous! They'd never been this big, never. Like a big, ripe raspberry. Almost translucent, as if lit somehow from within. Oh God! It was about to happen again.
Her orgasm hit then, a wave that raced down through her and seemed to burst in her pussy. Her nipple pulled from his mouth and she crossed one leg over the other, clamping, squeezing. Her vagina spasmed. Was every muscle in her body having an orgasm? She crouched over the table, sobbing, squirming her hips, trying to hump the imaginary cock she craved so badly.
He asked her if she was alright. She nodded "Oh yes, I'm fine, just too weak to stand." She murmured, "Just beautiful, you have no idea how utterly wonderful that was. I thought I was going to gush out through my pussy."
He rested his forehead on the table and waited, listening, as her breathing slowed. "John, I've never come like that before. I thought I was going to die or turn inside out or ... "
The timer ticked away but he couldn't see its face. He hoped it would be his turn when the damned thing finally went off. Surely the hour must be up soon.
Incredibly his erection began to soften. He'd thought he was going to be permanently hard. John tested hisbonds for the hundredth time, wishing he could touch her. Her hip, her thigh, her ass were only inchesaway.
Slowly Lise gathered herself, her heart slowed to near normal. She'd planned to have him pleasure her until the last hour and then release him, so they could do what came naturally. She struggled to stand and slowly moved on unsteady legs to the other end of the table. She bit back an exclamation, the timer still showed fifty minutes to go. She realised she must have set it for two hours by mistake.
She glanced at John, "Poor puppy, maybe I should release you when this thing rings?"
"I'd like that," said John. She saw the smile and knew he must want her very badly.
Moving back towards him she felt her thighs moving wetly against each other. Did she dare ask him for more loving? How did she ever get so damned horny? After what she'd just been through, how could she still want more? She slid her hand down over her belly, into her panties. God, she was soaking.
John was watching her, watched her hand. The look on her face! Talk about bitch on heat!
She turned and perched her ass on the table. Swinging around she rested her feet on either side of his neck, and began squirming herself towards him. She stopped only when her ass was at the edge of the table and her legs draped over his shoulders.
Poor John, her pussy was only a foot or so from his face. "Maybe I should rest here a while for a few minutes," she said very quietly.
John felt the cool wet skin of her thighs on either side of his face. Lise had just come twice while he'd loved her big nipples. He licked his lips and groaned, he was fully erect yet again. What had happened to the two them? There seemed to be no end to their wanting.
* * *
The panties were slit from front to back, waistband to waistband. This wasn't obvious until she reached down and drew the sides apart. Lise eased the fabric aside, letting the red satin and black lace frame her pussy. Her neatly trimmed bush nestled in the opening.
John thought her very beautiful.
She reached down with both hands and slowly peeled herself open. She glistened wetly and her ass squirmed on the table.
His cock reared erect.
Lise opened herself wide with her fingertips, letting John see inside her, see into the tunnel that loved his cock and made love to his cock. Locking her heels behind his neck she drew him towards her, drew herself towards him. He went willingly.
His face between her thighs, the scent of her enveloped him. Her heat, her wonderful wetness, John opened his mouth and pressed into her. Lise screamed a soft scream, deep in her throat.
She moved her legs and crossed her knees. She had him now, had him trapped. She could fuck him or drown him. Her hands grabbed his hair and she ground her pussy against his mouth.
It was as if the breast fuck had never happened. John's cock was as hard and straining as it had been before. He wanted to stand, to plunge it into her, into that hot tunnel she'd clawed open and shown him. But he couldn't, his hands were strapped to the table legs and he couldn't escape the damned chair. God but he wanted her! Breathing wasn't easy with his mouth and nose clamped to her pussy. Her strong legs were hugging him to her and she was writhing under his face.
John moved his mouth up and surrounded her clit with his lips. He captured it and attacked it with his tongue. This was supposed to be done gently but she was going wild under his mouth.
John couldn't escape. Her fingers were tangled in his hair and she was pulling him against her. Her hips bucked and bounced, she was fucking his face. The hardness of her pubic bone was driving up against hisnose as she fought. Finally, he pulled his face away from her, gasping for air.
"Noooooooo!" she screamed the word, adding desperately, "Don't stop John, don't stop."
She had been so close, now she squirmed her ass. The table was slick with her juices. She writhed and begged. Then bliss, his mouth was back, his lips, his lovely tongue. He was biting the lips of her pussy none too gently. She loved it. He licked the length of her. Lise slid her hands down on either side of his face and pulled herself open. Wanting him deeper, wanting all of him inside her. She heard her voice saying awful things.
Then his lips found her clit again and her nervous system went ballistic.
This time John rode out her mouth-fucking storm. She screamed when she came and kept screaming as she kept coming.
Finally she was begging him to stop, to stop before he killed her.
He rested his cheek on her thigh, face was cool with her wetness. He breathed her sweet muskiness and wondered what it would be like to slide his cock into that wetness. John waited, knowing he was going tofind out, soon.