[Continued from "Sex is Fun (Part 2)."]

“Hands up.”

“Yes, sir.”  In 1968 this was not something that was unusual for someone to say.  Calling someone older “sir” was normal, but having someone call me “sir” was uncomfortable; she was only three years younger than me.  I didn’t note it, as she seemed to find it natural.

I crossed her wrists, tied them together and then tied them on the two-by-four that was the lowest part of the headboard of the bed.  I could smell her excitement.  She was of age, but she was still young enough to have the hot hormones of puberty coursing through her blood stream so her smells, even ones that should have been unpleasant, were more intense and erotic than someone more adult.

I tied her ankles to the lower posts of the bed, spread wide.  She could move, or more accurately, squirm, but she could not get away.  I didn’t know just how sexy squirming was until I was on top of her.  I sat on the bed.  She was so vulnerable, naked and tied.  Beautiful women look more beautiful when they are tied up.  She was giving that look, that “please be gentle” look that simply made me want to get even more from her.

Two firm breasts sat atop her broad pectoral muscles; gravity had not worked its way on them as yet, so they were firm and high on her chest.  I could see her ribcage and the muscles that surrounded it.  Her hips had more than enough room to hold a child.  Her diaphragm moved up and down, perhaps a bit quicker than normal.  Between her legs her pussy lips were already semi-engorged.  The trimmed fuzz glistened with pussy juice.  Fifteen years later it would be the kind of fuzz that I would trim with alcohol and fire, but that was far in the future.

I put my hand on her sternum.  Her heart beat hard.  I could feel the in and out of her breath.  I kissed her again.  Her mouth opened to accept it.  The metallic scent of her arousal engorged me further.  I moved my left hand down her chest to her right breast, just barely touching her skin.  I could feel her small hairs rising up to meet my fingertips.  Her right nipple was still folded into itself.  That was easily remedied.

I put my mouth on her breast and sucked the nipple to full erection.  I did the left nipple the same favor.  I could feel her drawing back into her arousal.  I flicked her nipples with my tongue.

I sat up and continued moving my hands down her torso, avoiding the lower ribs in case she was ticklish.  I went back to teasing her skin with the light touch of my fingertips feeling her soft/hard vulnerable belly.  I moved my hands down to her abdomen.  She was fit enough that I could feel the structure of her genitalia under her skin.  She was already beginning to swell.  I found her clit.  It was smaller than I expected, but we weren’t there yet.  The tape stopped and began to rewind.  I whispered in her ear.  “Be right back.”

I stood up and stripped down.  My erection stood out from my belly not fully erect, but getting there.  Once I was naked and put the condom on.  I kissed her again, as I knelt down between her legs.  I moistened my thumbs and used them to part her lips.  It was not really necessary; the girl juice was already flowing.  Her clit winked at me as it twitched under the light, but it wasn’t time for that yet.  I used my thumb to break the thin skin of her hymen to get at the inside of her vagina.  There was a touch of blood, but not much.  I licked it off of my thumb then put my thumb back in its place.

Clarissa tried to move her thighs together, but the bondage prevented her.  I touched her asshole with my first finger.  She tensed for a moment.  I moved my wet finger to trace the outlines of her sphincter and it relaxed.  I slid my finger into her ass, sliding my thumb back in her pussy.  The thin wall of flesh between her pussy and her bowel was slick on both sides.  I rubbed its slickness.  She began to buck.  I looked up.  Her clear white skin was mottled with red.  She glowed with excitement.  She had inhaled, but not yet exhaled her orgasm.  It took a moment then came out as a rather ladylike squeak.  It had taken less time for her to come than I had expected.  Apparently the dirty little girl had been playing with herself for a while.  Well, I would make her pay for that.  Perhaps we will see how many orgasms she could have.

I kept doing what I was doing.  She looked up for a moment expecting me to stop, but I didn’t.  If she thought I was going to be satisfied with that little squeak ….

[To be continued.]

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