Vanilla Cream Ch. 03

Posted: April 24th, 2010 | Author: Leroy | Filed under: Hardcore Stories | Tags: Hardcore, Story |

* Vanilla Cream Ch. 3 - part 1*

It’s pretty much a given that Cinda is one of the hottest babes prancing around on two legs. All I have to do is look at her and I’ve got a pounding woody that’s stretching my briefs (if I’m wearing them at the time, that is) nearly to the point of puncturing them. So, it’s no wonder that our little sight seeing jaunt one fine late summer day turned steamy…and not from the blistering last hurrah of the weakening sun, either.

You see, I had a plan. I love plans. I have a wild imagination and love coming up with all sorts of little “diversions.” And I’ve found that Cinda wouldn’t have it any other way. Oh, yeah…she can match me fantasy for fantasy. Boy, did I ever hit the mother lode when I met her! God bless the Internet!

My plan actually began to germinate the same day that my sexy Pantiless Princess made me her willing “shoe boy” at the Winding Hills mall. Although my brain was pretty much just a steaming pot of bubbling, lusting gray matter, I do vaguely recall that Cin’s dominant side came rushing to the fore. She teased me senseless with just about every part of her incredible body. Then, having reduced me to a drooling idiot, she had her way with me. She had me eating out of her hand (not to mention anyplace else she wanted my hungry mouth). She humbled me mercilessly, using my surging testosterone to whip me into submission. I was indeed her “shoe boy.” Oh, to be sure, I loved every second of it. The rewards were worth every will-sapping tease, every condescending command from those sweet lips. I would’ve walked through a pit full of hissing vipers just to kiss her ankles…and she knew it. And I wasn’t the least bit ashamed of it.

As erotic as that day was, it was nonetheless humbling. It’s a bit embarrassing to realize that someone can do that to you, that another human being can reduce you to a mere dalliance, a plaything for their pleasure. Yes, I had some mind blowing orgasms, but still I’d allowed her to take total control of me. And again, though incredibly rewarding to be sure, that very day my wicked mind began planning its revenge. I just couldn’t let Cinda think she could use me like that. As pleasant as it was, a man does have his pride. So, it was settled in my mind. The tasty trollop had to be “punished.” I felt I needed to use her own decidedly overactive hormones to return the favor. The mere thought of it made me smile a Grinchlike grin.

I was amazed at the speed with which my brain conceived of my plan. It was like falling dominoes. Every time I thought of an idea, another immediately presented itself…and another…and another. When I first thought of all this, I was amazed at how much I could grin and giggle in just one short day. My mouth even hurt from all the snickering. Each idea I came up with seemed even better than the last.

The way to get to Cinda is through her orgasms. She generally cums so easily. Just suck one of her nipples or kiss her pretty bald kitty and she’s likely to moan and cover you in sweet vanilla cream. Sometimes it’s just that easy. Even yanking off one of her shoes and nibbling her toes can result in a sudden, impromptu eruption between her shapely legs! A warm mouth just about anywhere on her body will more than likely make her shiver and twitch and jerk, her creamy liquid spurting from her like an overactive geyser. And the more you can make her cum, the more she’ll be receptive to further erotic play. She’s like a living dynamo that feeds off its own energy, each orgasm making her want more…until she collapses from exhaustion. In short, if you can keep Cinda cumming, she’s yours - lock, stock and barrel.

But I didn’t want this to just be our usual cum marathon. No, this had to be special. I wanted to go for the Guinness Book on this one. I wanted to see just how many orgasms I could give her in one outing. And I wanted some spice. I wanted something that would drive her insane. I wanted to give her so much sexual stimulation at one time that her mind would go bye-bye. I wanted to give her orgasm after orgasm until she was dehydrated and nearly comatose. And after my humbling experience in the back seat of my shiny new car, I wanted to make Cinda MY plaything. But with Cinda’s high threshold for erotic stimulation and repeated orgasms, I knew I’d have my hands full.

The more I thought about it, the more I realized that I couldn’t possibly lick, suck, nibble and fuck every inch of her at the same time, enough to bring about the desired results - that being turning her mind to room temperature pudding - though it’d surely be worth risking death just to try. No, in order to truly humble the Goddess of Sex, I’d need some EXTRA stimulation, something above and beyond the norm. It would have to be something - if you’ll pardon the play on words -”Cin-delicious”!

Then the final piece of the puzzle niggled at my brain. Cinda and I have talked openly about almost every form of sex, from D/s to group sex to fetishes to almost every known form of oral sex, to Kama Sutra, to all things Tantric, to, well, you name it. If it exists, we’ve talked about it at least once. So when I remembered Cinda’s reaction to one particular discussion of two women having sex together, and how she was open to some experimentation along those lines, that final piece slipped snugly into place. My Grinchly sex grin ate up my face, and all that was left was to work out the details.

Enter Ramona. She’s the type of tanned, exotic woman that men lose their minds over. An ex-girlfriend of a friend of mine, she’d never had any interest in me, per se, but she loved sex with multiple partners, and if I was to venture a guess, I’d say she preferred women to men, but only slightly. She was wild and willing to try almost anything. In fact, the only time she ever showed any interest in me was when my friend suggested we threesome together just a few months before they broke up. Her eyes lit up and she licked her lips. But I found out that her piqued interest was because she hoped that MY girlfriend at the time would join in, too. Sadly, I turned down that offer. To this day I’m not sure why. My only guess would be that I wasn’t the accomplished horndog I am now. I suppose I’ve just improved with age?

My mind began picturing the exotic Ramona coupled with the incredibly delicious Cinda…with me thrown in for good measure. I was sure Ramona wouldn’t be so much interested in me as with Cinda, but that was fine. As long as I had Cinda, I was happy with just about any situation. And while Ramona was busy on one part or another of Cinda, I’d be happy to play with other parts of her. There were plenty of succulent tidbits of Cinda to go around. And, oh, what a time Cinda would have! Between Ramona and myself, Cinda would cum and cum and cum and cum! And I’d get to see BOTH of them naked! And Cinda would be putty in our hands - and eventually MY hands - for her gratitude would surely know no bounds!

Okay, now I had possible help giving Cinda an infinite number of orgasms. Next, came the revenge part. After recruiting the assistance of Ramona, I’d need to make Cinda our willing captive, humble her while at the same time making her erupt over and over again, just as she did me in the mall parking lot. So it would have to be another of Cinda’s favorite fantasies that was used for this purpose. Bondage. Oh, yes, I’d tie that little tart up on my king size, four-poster bed, and Ramona and I would have our way with her. I’d get to play with Cinda the way she played with me, and she’d get so many orgasms from it that she’d accept any kind of sex play I came up with. She’d be our willing sex slave. The possibilities were endless!

So, that was it, then. I had my plan. All I needed was the assistance of the shapely, buxom Ramona. I mulled over how to ask her if she wanted to play. In the end, I opted for the direct approach. I called her one night - thankful that she still had the same phone number as she did when she was my friend’s lover - and asked to meet her the next day for lunch. She seemed hesitant at first, but when I told her a tiny bit of my plan she seemed intrigued. I told her the reason I wanted to meet her was to show her a picture of Cinda, assuring her that once she saw the picture she’d be as eager to play with my vanilla cream vixen as I always am. That did the trick nicely.

I knew Ramona would be willing. Once she was assured there’d be no problems of any kind, she was willing to look at the photo. I showed her one of my favorite pics of Cinda. When she saw Cinda’s incredible looks, and her wicked smirk in the photo, she was just about chomping at the bit to see her naked. Her eyes twinkled as she nodded at me. “I’m in,” she said, not even trying to hide the fact that she was hot for Cinda. If MY grin resembled our green, Grinchy friend, then Ramona’s lip-curler smacked

of lecherous ol’ Satan himself!

The rest was easy. I found that setting someone up for a smorgasbord of sex was easy as pie. I wanted to do this in a hurry, so I set it up for the following weekend, barely able to contain myself. On several occasions I was so beside myself at the thought of my plan coming to fruition that I almost gave it away. In fact, Cinda nearly saw through the whole deal, asking me repeatedly things like, “All right, what are you up to?” and “Are you planning something, Mike?” At dinner one night, she said bluntly, “You’ve got something up your sleeve. What is it?” I just said I was happy to be with her. She saw through that, of course, but she didn’t press it. I later found out that she thought I had bought her another pair of her favorite shoes like the ones I’d given her that day at the mall. Boy, was she off the mark!

Which finally brings me back to our sunny day of sight seeing. It was a hot day, but as evening came, a brisk, cool, late summer breeze refreshed and invigorated us. I looked at my watch as the sun began to dip below the distant peaks. It was 7:45 pm. Ramona would be arriving at my place around 9:00 pm. Taking travel time into consideration, I decided I better get the creamy one back to my humble abode soon. I sauntered up behind my lusty wench as she admired the approaching sunset.

She was dressed to kill, as always. Wearing a pair of ultra tight, low rise, off-white stretch capri pants that sat ever so teasingly midway up her curvaceous hips, Cinda’s succulent ass screamed my name, her huggable cheeks begging to be squeezed and nibbled. Coming up close behind her, my right hand grabbed her right cheek, fingers splayed and fondling. Cinda looked up and back at me, a smile on her face.

“Feel good?” she asked.

“Always,” I replied, my member stirring with conviction between my legs.

She turned, showing me once again the heaving chest I’ve become so fond of. Her white, lace-up, ruffled trim, deep V-neck peasant blouse barely kept her rising and falling, twin 42D’s confined. My eyes once again fell in love with her cleavage. So deep, so inviting…I wanted to do a swan dive right into it, and nuzzle forever in the softness of her luscious globes. So busy was I staring between her breasts, that I almost leaned forward into her large, sombrero-like, wide-brimmed white hat, the shadow of which darkened Cinda’s face and eyes, making them even more sultry and mysterious.

Sweat was forming on my brow, and Cinda wiped it away with soft fingertips. Seeing the lust growing in my eyes - and beneath the ever rising crotch of my pants - she began to tease. It is, after all, her way. She wouldn’t be Cinda if she didn’t try to get a “rise” out of a man.

“Smutty, you never mentioned my sexy shoes. Do you like them?”

She stepped back, and my eyes reluctantly left the chasm between her breasts, their gaze slowly moving downward. The capri pants ended about five inches above her ankles. Below those ankles, Cinda’s feet, as tanned as her legs, were encased in white, crisscross design, four inch heel, strappy sandals. Her right leg sported a silver ankle bracelet. Her left middle toe sparkled with more silver, a shiny toe ring. Her toes, freshly pedicured, proudly flaunted their French tips. She wiggled them for emphasis. She was every inch the sultry angel in white, from her large white hat to the tips of her painted toes.

“Great shoes, hon…but, then, you ALWAYS wear great clothes. You know that.”

“Yes, but it’s nice to hear, just the same.” Then she began, “Mikey, I think maybe we should head back to….”

I cut her off. I’m usually not one to do that, but I had the plan to think of. Nothing could stand in the way of the plan, not even my usual politeness and consideration. All that mattered that night was making Cinda cum over and over again, until she collapsed into sublime unconsciousness.

“Hon,” I said, feeling myself grinning, “I have a surprise for you. I want you to come over to my place. The surprise is there.”

“Ahhh,” she replied, “I thought you’ve been acting very suspicious of late. I knew you were planning SOMETHING.”

“Guilty, as charged,” I said, again barely able to contain myself.

“First, give me a hint. What’s the surprise about?”

“Why, sex, of course. What else?”

“Well, no shit,” she smirked, “but you’re not getting off that easy. A little more info, please.”

I grinned. I almost laughed. Leaning close to her, ducking under that Rings of Saturn brim, I whispered in her ear, “I’ve got the silkiest scarves I’d just looooove to tie you up with. Would you like that?”

I saw her eyes begin to sparkle. They changed color, from their usual intense blue to a slight hazel hue. I knew her hormones had begun to flow. Her mouth hung open in a half smile, and her chest began to heave…that lovely, lovely bosom inflating and deflating so enticingly.

“Oh my,” she sighed, “I do believe you’ve got my interest, sir. And after you tie me up? What then?”

“Now, now, nosey one. Let’s leave some of the surprise for later, shall we?”

“Are we gonna play ’shoe boy’ again?” she persisted.

“Oh, no, hon….not by a long shot. Shoe boys don’t tie pretty shoe shopping ladies up, now do they?”

“Hmm…I see your point. What then? Tell me what you have in mind.” Eagerness was plastered all over her pretty face. She was just DYING to know the juicy details…details I had no intention of divulging until she was tied up - good and secure - and at the mercy (or lack thereof) of myself, and the horny Ramona.

“No, pretty lady. This is something you have to find out when we get there. Now, no more questions. Let’s get to my car and hop on over to my place real quick, okay? I can’t wait to show you all the surprises I have in store for you.”

Taking Cinda by her French-manicured hand, I walked her briskly back to my car. My chest was heaving with just as much anticipation as Cinda’s was, as I hopped in behind the wheel. I drove to my place without haste. I had enough time….plenty of time. But, I admit, my face was already beginning to become slightly sore at the cheeks, because I smiled broadly the entire way. And so, too, did Cinda. God, this was gonna be fun!

The entire drive to my place was filled with thoughts of what I was going to do to my Pantiless Princess. I had so many ideas and fantasies rolling around in my head that I thought sure it would explode. All I could do was grin. And every time Cinda looked over at me and saw that grin, her eyes would sparkle and change hue, glistening a gorgeous, lusty luster that made me breathe deeply and want to tear my pants off.

When we finally arrived at my place, Cin was like a little kid. She had no clue specifically what was going to happen, but she knew it was going to make her gush and moan. She was fidgety in a “let’s hurry and do it” kinda way, smiling broadly, eyes twinkling, body…that gorgeous body…animated and jittery.

I deliberately played it cool (as cool as I could under the circumstances), letting her stew in her sexual juices. I loved seeing her like that, all horny and eager to play. There’s nothing like seeing Cinda all charged up like that. She literally crackled with sexual energy. But I carried out my plan to the last detail, hoping everything would fall into place perfectly.

Walking up the stairs to my “den of carnal pleasures,” I made sure she walked ahead of me. As that scrumptious ass wiggled in front of me, I made sure I stayed at eye level with it as I followed her up. As any normal, sane man would do, I made certain I reached up and fondled her cheeks as she ascended the steps. I even grabbed her hips a couple of times, holding her firmly in place while I leaned into her ass and kissed and nibbled it. She happily aided me in my butt-nibbling, bending over and wiggling her bottom playfully as I worked my lips and teeth all over it.

“Wooohooo! Gobble that ass, Mikey! Get yourself all hot for me, because you’re going to have to do a LOT of pleasuring tonight!”

“Mmmmmph,” my mouth mumbled as it made wet spots all over her low hung capri pants, and then gobbled equally as greedily above them, “Hon, you have no idea what you’re in for tonight.”

“Oooooh,” she smirked, bending over further and shaking her butt in my face, “promises, promises.”

It took us a while, but we made it up the stairs. At the landing, I stopped her, coming up against her from behind. I pushed my crotch against her bottom, pressing my already swollen firmness tightly against the chasm between those playful cheeks. I gyrated my hips, grinding into her. She responded by grinding back.

Slipping my hands around to her lush bosom, I slowly untied her quaint-but-sexy little peasant blouse. As the thin laces slipped from the first two holes and the laced front loosened a bit, I moved my hands up to the top of the frilly edge of the low cut breast area and worked my fingers beneath it. Slipping my hands downward slowly, I cupped her warm breasts and squeezed gently. Cinda moaned.

I worked my fingers forward to her delectably erect nipples, tweaking them…running my fingertips oh so gently around them in circle after circle. I pushed my crotch against her ass more firmly and ground myself into her so hard that her cheeks were making undulating, up and down motions as my hardness worked incessantly against them.

Continuing my grinding and nipple-play, I leaned forward, brushing my lips on Cinda’s earlobe, breathing warm air slowly onto her ear and neck. Nibbling her ear lobe for just an instant, I whispered to her, “I’m going to take you into that bedroom, slowly strip you, and have my way with you.”

Cinda sighed deeply, eyes shut, mouth open and panting lightly, her head cocked back a little, and her energized body still grinding into mine. She didn’t reply. I didn’t expect one.

I continued my erotic whispering in her ear. “And once I have you naked and begging for sex, I’m going to tie you to the bed by your hands and feet. I’m going to blindfold you so you’ll never know what I’m going to do next. The anticipation alone will have you yearning to cum. Then…then you’ll be mine, to play with as I see fit. I’ll savor every inch of your body in any way I choose. My fingers, lips and tongue…and my oh, so hungry cock…will explore and tease every inch of you, inside and out…until you cum over and over and over again. All your most intimate, sensitive places I’ll fondle and titillate. Every nook and cranny I’ll kiss and lick. If you’re a good girl, I’ll let you suck me over and over again, until both ends of you are filled with my own tasty cream. And there’s more…much more. I have a special treat for you that’ll have you cumming so much you’ll most likely end up in a coma! Oh, yeah, baby…I’m going to see just how many times I can make you cum. Yes, and I’m even going to keep track of your every orgasm, because you’ll be so busy cumming over and over that your mind will be mush, and you’ll totally lose track. But I’ll keep count for you. I’ll let you know later how many times you climaxed. Yeah, Cinda, babe…I’m going to do all that for you. This is going to be a cum marathon for you…but only if you’re a good girl and do as I say.”

Cinda was gasping by that time, swallowing hard, sweating through her capri pants. Her breasts were moist in my grasp. She shivered and moaned so sweetly. I knew I had her. She was mine. I’d have her cumming before I even touched any of her favorite spots, she was so primed already. At that point, I could’ve pinched her nipples and had her cumming in her pants. But I wanted to wait…until I had her tied up on the bed, squirming and pleading for more. Oh, yeah…this would be worth even the frustration I myself was feeling at the moment.

She gave absolutely no resistance as I ushered her into the bedroom, fondling her breasts all the way, occasionally stopping to push my bulging crotch against her backside, kissing and licking her ears and neck. By the time we reached the bed (I doubt Cinda saw a single step of the trip, as her eyes were closed the entire way), I had her luscious breasts out of her blouse, the ties hanging down limply, moving about freely as I squeezed those succulent globes and encircled the swollen nipples with oh, so gentle fingertips. Cinda’s moans and sighs were the most beautiful symphony to my ears.

She didn’t open her eyes until we reached the bed. With my hands still fondling her breasts, I felt her tremble when she looked down and saw the four silk scarves and the single black blindfold. “Oh, my,” she sighed, “are those for me?” She knew damn well they were. When I whispered a soft, slow, “Yes, my pretty pet,” in her ear, she trembled again. Before that tremble had even subsided, I’d reached up and removed her hat. I did this quickly and deftly, as I did not want my fingers far from her heaving chest for any appreciable length of time. Her fiery mane cascaded down her back in curls of sultry fire. I tossed the hat across the room like a frisbee. It glided gently, landing softly on a nearby chair.

“Stay right where you are,” I told her, my voice raising just a hair above the previous whisper.

My hands fondled and teased her breasts as I slowly, but deliberately removed the sexy peasant blouse. As each inch of soft skin was bared, my lightly treading fingertips traced searing hot lines along it, sending chill after chill along Cinda’s body. She was at once burning, and covered with goosebumps. They rose at will on her now naked belly and breasts. Her nipples seemed so hard and bulging that they’d soon jump completely off her glorious mounds. She licked her lips, her eyes having once again shut tightly, eyelids fluttering.

“Mmmmm, such delicious breasts,” I again whispered, deliberately bathing her ear in my hot breath, “Once I get you tied to the bed, I’m going to suck them until you can’t stand it anymore. I know you can have an orgasm just from having those beauties sucked, so that’s my goal. Well, one of them.” I gave my best evil chuckle into her ear. “Now, don’t move,” I ordered.

My hands moved downward, slowly, from those pouting nipples to her soft belly, fingertips briefly circling her navel. Then lower they roamed, playing just above the low hung waist of her pants. As I unbuttoned them, I again pushed against her from behind. She sighed, and her head lolled to one side.

Slowly I unzipped her pants, slipping one hand down into them, feeling the soft skin of her shaved pubic area. As my fingers reached the beginning of her sex, they felt the moisture there. They traced a quick path along her hot, moist slit. True to her delectable nature, she wore no panties.

Not content with one quick circuit along her slit, my fingers traced several round trips along her lips, barely touching them. Cinda moaned and squirmed. I kissed and nuzzled her neck. I nibbled it. I sighed steamily into her ear.

Reluctantly, my fingers left her steaming honeypot to find the waist of her now opened pants. They were tight, so I had the delicious task of working them slowly over her hips and buttocks. It was pure delight to watch that adorable ass slowly coming into view, the soft cheeks seeming to tease as they stubbornly refused to come out of hiding. But expose them I did.

With a final tug of her pants, that kissable ass burst free. I could almost hear it sigh it’s freedom. And God, what a gorgeous derriere it is. Lowering Cinda’s pants far enough to completely free that succulent bottom, I wasted no time in getting my hands on it. I groped it boldly, feeling its softness, its smoothness. I openly fondled those cheeks, kneading them, moving the flesh around with both fingers and palms. They are just such a joy to touch.

As a last evil machination, I spread those globes slightly with my fingers. Then I pushed myself against her again, letting Cinda feel the hardness between my legs as it invaded that warm crevice. She pushed back against me and sighed. I reached around, one hand and forearm across her belly while my other hand tickled teasingly above her hairless mound, and pulled her hard against me. I grinded against her, moving my hips back and forth, up and down, feeling the warmth of her ass around my bulging crotch. When the fingers playing on her mound crept knowingly back into to her pussy, they felt more moisture than ever there. I would’ve bet that if I’d kept that up, I could’ve gotten Cinda to cum heavily just from that alone.

But I wanted her first orgasm to be explosive, nearly making her pass out from the intensity. So, slowly, I ceased my gyrations…for now. I had more teasing yet in store for the lovely Cinda. And it would begin immediately.

Keeping my arm around her belly, I reached back with the other hand and unzipped my pants. Reaching in, I pulled out my throbbing member and held it against Cinda’s right cheek. She recognized the source of the warm, pulsing sensation instantly. Again she trembled, and she reached a hand back to grab my cock.

“No,” I said, letting go of myself to grab her hand, stopping its attempt to capture my penis. “You’re my playtoy now, Cin. You just be a good girl and let me play…my way. You’ll have your chance….but only if you do as you’re told.”

She sighed, disappointed, but knew me well enough to trust my judgment. Her hand went back to its position on the bed, where all ten fingers resumed digging deeply into the blanketed mattress. Bent over slightly, she again gyrated her hips, eager to feel my firm cock against her cheek again.

After rubbing my erect muscle all over both her cheeks, I did something deliciously wicked. Still holding her by the waist, I turned slightly to one side and ran my engorged head along her butt cleavage. Up and down, slowly running the hot helmet along its length. Cinda squirmed as if trying to get it in deeper. So, I accommodated her. I pushed it in about a half inch, forcing it up and down between her cheeks with a firm, guiding hand. Cinda surprised me, pushing back suddenly and forcefully, and my burning hardon plunged deeply into her earthy chasm. So, if that was what she wanted, I thought, I’d play along.

I held my cock firmly in hand and pulled Cinda back against me, letting it slip in deeper still between those lovely cheeks. I worked my hips in a circular motion, at the same time thrusting forward, holding her firmly in place by her waist. The result was as if we were having anal sex, but not penetrating completely. And using my hand, I roughly ran my cock up and down her crack, deep inside it. I delighted in the warmth of her ass surrounding my penis. It was incredible! I’d never done this with Cinda before, and I was beginning to like it…very much.

By this time, Cinda had leaned forward onto the bed, her mattress-clawing fingers having long since been replaced by her forearms. She was bent over with her bottom nicely displayed to me, and I continued to explore its depths with my throbbing erection.

I was about to give in and thrust my cock deep inside her enticing hole, when I happened to look up and notice the clock on the dresser across the room. Ramona would be arriving shortly. I had to get Cinda tied and blindfolded by the time she entered the game, or the surprise would be gone.

Taking my almost bursting penis from between those warm, sexy cheeks was one of the most difficult things I’ve ever done. I had to comfort myself with the knowledge that this one minor disappointment aside, this evening was going to be incredible. I wouldn’t say it was a small price to pay, considering how primed my cock was to plunder Cinda’s ass, but it was an ACCEPTABLE price, in light of what was to come.

As I removed my somewhat disappointed tool from her bottom, Cinda gave a small moan of sadness as well. I needed to quickly get her back in the game. One hand leapt up to again tweak a nipple, while the other slipped between Cinda’s legs from behind, fingers playing in the moist folds between her legs. As I lightly pinched and prodded her nipple, talented fingers probed her sweet treasure. Cinda quickly forgot the near rear entry and began to happily gyrate on my wiggling fingers.

Next, in a wild flurry of activity, I released both nipple and pussy, and tugged her pants roughly down her legs. On my knees behind her, I worked the tight pants down thighs and calves. With the pants wrapped around her ankles, I lifted first one foot, then the other, whisking off the sexy high heeled slides. Knowing the pleasure Cinda gets from having her toes sucked, I briefly held each foot up to my mouth, nibbling the toes quickly and sucking the big ones. When she sighed and squirmed, I knew I’d hit paydirt. Once the shoes were gone and the toes nibbled, I finished removing those sexy, tush-and-leg-hugging pants.

Lifting each leg again, I easily removed the pants from her gorgeous legs. That’s when I realized that, on my knees behind her as I was, that nearly poked rear end was directly at eye - and mouth - level. My eyes widened, my brain kicked into overdrive, and my mouth came alive. Grabbing the outer curve of each cheek, I reversed the previous spreading trend and instead squeezed them together. With those sweet cheeks thus securely held, I dove forward, kissing, licking and sucking on them. I kissed them every way an object CAN be kissed. I licked them slow and sensual, and fast and furious. I nibbled them, nuzzled my face in them, and attacked them with my teeth. I gave them bold, purple hickeys. And I nearly came doing it. I had thoughts of pulling her legs apart and diving between them, eating her sticky treat from behind. But, again, time and the plan stopped me in my tracks. I would surely get to taste that ass again, as well as the sweet vanilla snack beneath it. Now just wasn’t the time. So, breathing heavily, barely able to get myself to a standing position, I rose, giving up my oral quest to find the tastiest parts of Cinda…for now. It’s rather a moot point anyway. EVERY part of Cinda is mouthwatering.

I leaned forward, again whispering into a lovely ear. “Does my dripping slut want a nice orgasm?” I asked as wickedly as I could - which was difficult, because my brain hadn’t yet accepted the denial of its urges to feast on Cinda. My hands again busied themselves with her lush breasts, sinful ass and ever so sweet honeypot, each finger trying its best to drive her insane.

Her besotted face was lying flat on one cheek on the bed. Her eyelids were shut, but I could see her eyes rolling dreamily beneath. Her mouth hung open, lips glistening in the lower corner, drool imminent. She had to lick her lips before she could speak. “Ohhhh, yes, Smutty…..orgasm…..oh, yesssss…”

Abruptly, I stopped playing with her receptive body. Her eyes popped open, as yet unfocussed. The previously closed eyelids blinked their bewilderment. Finally, her eyes focussed and her pupils aimed themselves in my direction. The lost look on her face was priceless. But before I lost her lustful attention, I made my bid.

“If you want your orgasms…and I do mean that as a pleural…get your cute ass up on the bed and spread eagle. Do it now, Cin. Hurry up, if you want to cum. Chop chop!”

Cinda’s eyes narrowed, her brow furrowed. She looked at me as if she was going to rise up and slap me into the middle of next week. But behind that willful countenance was a look of expectation. Her eyes glittered, and began to change color again. That’s when I knew I had her. In her current condition, she’d do almost ANYTHING to have an orgasm. Just as she’d bossed me around in the back-seat of my car on “shoe shopping day,” I now had her dancing to MY tune. It was exhilarating beyond words. And, Lord O’Mercy, what a boner I had!

“Up!” I said smugly. “Up pretty slut…on the bed and spread ‘em, or no orgasms. If you do as you’re told, you’ll have so many orgasms you’ll be dehydrated for a week. Your choice.” I held up the silk scarves and dangled them teasingly like doggie treats before a drooling pup, sneering wickedly. God, this was fun!

Cinda’s look of defiance quickly vanished. Looking at the dangling scarves, she licked her lips. Her eyes seemed to be changing colors rapidly, smoldering hazels, blues and greens. She smiled broadly. Catlike, she crawled onto the bed, wiggling her butt for my benefit - her last feeble attempt at regaining control. God, how I wanted to chomp on that ass! Or finish the penile prodding I’d started earlier.

With no hesitation other than the fanny wiggle, she moved to the center of the bed and sprawled on her back, spreading her arms and legs out wide. She was giddy, eager…ready. For anything.

Grinning the entire time, I tied her arms up over her head, one to each of the thick posts at either end of the ornate headboard. Looking at her position on the bed and calculating, I decided that for certain purposes it would be better if she were positioned at the foot of the bed. So I got up on the mattress and grabbed her by the waist. I slid her down to the foot of the bed, stretching her bound arms nearly to their limit. When her bottom was even with the foot of the bed, overhanging just slightly beyond the footboard, I decided her position was just right. Next, making sure her arms were in no real discomfort, I then proceeded to tie her legs to the posts on the ends of the footboard. I made the distance from posts to ankles short, so her legs would be spread wide. Ripe for the plucking. That sweet pussy had to be offered up for all kinds of fun…for both myself, and the lusty Ramona. Besides, Cinda was going to be having so many orgasms, it might be better to not have the bedspread completely soaked too early on.

Completing Cinda’s bondage, I sneered down at her. “Such a pretty little slut pussy. Now we can begin to play. Are you ready to cum over and over again, until you pass out?” Cinda’s head bobbed eagerly. She was squirming with anticipation.

“All right, then,” I said, “one final touch.” I got up on the bed again, straddling her abdomen. I tied the blindfold around her eyes, making sure it was secure and she was indeed sightless. Then I leaned down and kissed her hard on the mouth. She sucked at my mouth hungrily, already filled to the brim with passion.

As if on cue, there was a knock on the front door. I was beside myself at how well timed it had turned out. Yes, the signal was right. Three quick raps, then three slow. Ramona was here. Play time.

As per the plan, I didn’t reply to the knock. But when Cinda heard it, she exclaimed, “Oh, fuck! Who can that be! Whoever it is, get rid of them RIGHT NOW, Mike! I’m going to explode here!”

“Relax,” I said, making sure her bonds were secure, “that’s my surprise for you.”

“Wha….?” Cinda said, too horny to comprehend, and getting more irritated by the nanosecond.

The clack clack clack of Ramona’s heels came ever closer, ascending the stairs. Cinda, still befuddled, started to protest. “Someone’s coming, Mikey…get rid of them! I mean it, I’m really ready here! I’m not playing games!”

I had to hold back my laughter. In good time Cinda would understand, and she’d thank me for everything. Just a few moments more…

Ramona entered, striking a sultry pose in the doorway to the bedroom. She didn’t have much on, but she wouldn’t need clothing anyway. She looked at me with questioning eyes, waiting to see how I was going to play her entrance and participation in the festivities.

I leaned down and whispered into Cinda’s ear, “Remember how we talked about how you’d like to explore sex play with another woman?”

Hesitantly, she nodded. She immediately bit her lip, as if some part of her knew what was coming.

“Well, I’d like you to meet Ramona. Between myself and her, we’re going to spend the better part of this evening making you cum from every conceivable form of erotic play we can devise. If you would rather not have Ramona join in, just say so, and we’ve agreed in advance that she’ll just leave. In that case, I’ll do my best to rock your world all by my lonesome. But if you’d really like to explore possibilities with another woman, all you have to do is introduce yourself to Ramona, and tell her how pleased you are to have her here. The choice is yours, Cin. Shake your head for ‘no’ or tell Ramona you’re happy to have her here. Whatever you decide is how we’ll play it.”

There was a pause. Cinda turned her face toward me as if she could see me. For a split second, it appeared she was going to shake her head. But then her face flushed. Another pause. I felt her body tremble beneath my straddling legs. She sighed, then smiled. She turned her head toward the doorway.

“Nice to meet you, Ramona. I hope to actually see you, too, at some point. But, Mike knows me and I trust his judgment in these matters. So, it’s really, REALLY nice to have you here. Welcome to our prurient little world.”

Ramona replied, “And you’re quite a beauty, Cinda. It’s wonderful to meet you, as well. Would you mind terribly if I got….comfortable?”

“Not at all, Ramona. Please do,” Cinda answered, another shudder racking her body. Her initial apprehension had apparently become barely subdued enthusiasm faster than I could’ve snapped my fingers!

That’s when I knew this was all going to work perfectly. Watching Ramona undress, I sat beside my bound honey and likewise began to disrobe. Cinda’s cum-fest-orgy-marathon was on…!

As I took off every stitch of clothing I had on, I watched Ramona slowly remove what little she wore. She kicked off her spike heels, lifted her tube top up over her head and dropped it on the floor, and then unzipped her cutoff shorts, letting them fall beside her top. She stepped out of them, walking over to the bed with a purpose. Though she was flattered and mildly turned on by my approving looks, her main focus was Cinda. Her pale, blue-gray eyes blazed with lust as she eyed my naked captive.

Sidling up alongside the bed, Ramona reached out her hands, touching Cinda’s neck, then letting her fingers caress slowly along her flesh till both hands reached her heaving breasts. Cinda immediately sighed and arched her back a bit.

As I watched Ramona licking her lush, red lips, I couldn’t help but wonder why she’d left her panties on. It wouldn’t be long before I’d know the answer. Apparently, the exotic Ramona also likes a little spice with her sex play. In the meantime, I watched her caress Cinda’s body, a longing look sweeping across her face.

“Tasty looking tits, eh, Ramona?” I said with a wink.

“Oh, yes,” she replied, again licking her lips, “very tasty indeed.”

“Well,” I prodded, “Cinda here can have an orgasm just from having her nipples sucked.”

“Is that right?” she sighed, her eyes fixed on the closest hardened nipple.

“Yes, it is. And I’m willing to bet that between the two of us, if we each suck a nipple, we can have Cinda exploding inside of five minutes.”

“Mmmm….you mean we each suck one of these sweet delicacies?” she asked, pinching the nipple nearest her, tugging on it slightly.

“That would drive her crazy, I guarantee it.” I said, feeling my already prominent woody rise and throb just a tad more…if that was even possible.

Ramona stopped pulling and teasing Cinda’s nipple and leaned down close to her face. Whispering in a sultry, vixenish voice, she said, “Is that true, Cinda dear? Would you like these lovely tits sucked on by Mike and me? Would that make you feel good?”

Cinda’s head bobbed in eager agreement. “Oh, that would be just lovely,” she said, the words coming in labored gasps. She was squirming, her hands and feet straining at her bonds. Ramona and I watched her squirming with sadistic pleasure.

“Ladies first,” I said to Ramona, indicating to her that Cinda’s breast was hers for the taking.

Ramona wasted no time. She was up on the bed instantly, bent over, her eager mouth licking and sucking Cinda’s emminently edible boob, lavishing attention on the large, succulent nipple. I watched her devour Cinda’s lush globe for a few seconds before joining in. Lying next to Cinda, I clamped my own mouth over her free breast and began orally worshipping its every curve.

Cinda lay there moaning, her head lolling back and forth. Ramona voraciously kissed and sucked her right breast, while I hungrily mouthed her left. Occasionally, Ramona and I would glance at each other, finding some odd pleasure in watching another mouth devouring Cinda’s nippled treats. But mostly we concentrated on lavishing oral pleasure on them. Cinda just squirmed and moaned.

Ramona and I seemed to be on similar wavelengths, though we plied our talents at different times. While she licked in circles all around Cinda’s goosebumping aureola, I was sucking and nibbling the very tip of her nipple, my teeth holding it captive for lips and tongue. When I gave her nipple a break and began savoring her lush and tasty breast flesh, Ramona became obsessed with her nipple, sucking it hard, biting it, lapping it hungrily. In the end our efforts became coordinated, as we simultaneously sucked her nipples with vigor, pulling them deeply into our hot mouths and stretching them to their limits.

As I’d predicted, the dual attack of persistent mouths on both her lovely breasts simultaneously was more than she could take. But just to move things along a bit, I added the extra stimulation of lightly stroking her belly and inner thighs with my fingertips as I sucked that delectable nipple. Circliing, lapping tongues; nipping, tugging teeth; and sucking lips were too much for the wriggling Cinda. When I could tell she was close, I moved my thigh stroking hand up to her glistening sex. And all I had to do was lightly stroke a single finger along her wet-lipped slit, back and forth, just a few times, and all hell broke loose.

Cinda arched her back, opening her mouth wide and moaning loudly. Air rushed into her lungs as if she’d just risen from being under water and had been holding her breath for several minutes. It was a long, deep, lung-filling gasp. She tensed, lifting her sweating ass off the bed. She thrashed about, hopping like a wild, bucking bronco. Her legs strained mightily against the unyielding scarves and she screamed, “Oh, my God! Oh, God! God, Mikey….YES!!”

I suddenly felt my hand bathed in warmth. With each bounce of Cinda’s bottom on the bed, that warmth was renewed. Touching her pussy lips lightly, I could feel her entire genital area spasming as she erupted again and again. I kept sucking my nipple as I watched and felt Cinda’s orgasm. While I sucked wordlessly, Ramona, obviously caught up in the taste of another woman’s breasts, began gasping dirty words into Cinda’s ear.

“Oh my….Cinda…..you have such…delicious tits! Mike was right…about you! I could suck your tits all night!” Those words seemed to fuel Cinda’s orgasm all over again, and she bucked and moaned with even more fury. I took advantage of the pandemonium to reach around and fondle that incredible ass I’ve come to know and love. In fondling it, I realized how fortunate it was that I’d positioned her the way I had, for even that bouncing bottom was liberally spattered and dappled with cum.

Her passion having been pent up since our afternoon stroll, Cinda’s orgasm was like a bottle of soda that had been shaken before it was opened…a backed up burst of explosive force. It lasted, however, much longer than an opened bottle of shaken soda. So long, in fact, that I stopped sucking her breast to sit back and watch her buck, moan and cream all over the place.

I noticed that Ramona had sat back to watch the fun, also. We looked at each other, acknowledging a mutually well done job. And together we watched Cinda’s climax subside, peering between her tied, upraised legs to watch her vanilla scented fluids pulsing from her slit and dribbling down to her bottom. It’s such an incredible thing to watch another human being orgasm…especially a cum-machine like Cinda.

At length, I slipped off the bed. I padded on naked feet over to the bedside table and opened the drawer. From it I took a small pen knife. And I did what I’d said earlier I would do. I began keeping track of Cinda’s orgasms. Moving to the foot of the bed, grinning as I saw my lady’s still dribbling pussy between her upraised legs, I knelt down at the footboard. I found a flat, straight portion of it about two feet long that eventually ended up fitting into the bedpost, and decided this would be the “scorecard” area. Flicking open the knife, I carved a short, thin notch in the wood.

“Orgasm number one,” I said, grinning at both Ramona and the unseeing Cinda.

Ramona looked down at our recovering play-toy. Her eyes once again caressed the bound beauty’s body. “Should we let her recover for a bit?” she asked.

“Oh, no,” I replied, “Cinda loves to be kept cumming and cumming. Don’t you, Cinda babe?”

Still squirming, Cinda snaked out her tongue and licked her lips. Her smile was unmistakable. Her body still quaked with the occasional tremor.

My eyes twinkled as I said to Ramona, “Ramona, come down here to the foot of the bed. The view down here is just incredible.”

Grinning from ear to ear, Ramona got off the bed and joined me at the footboard between Cinda’s raised, spread wide legs. Together we admired her glistening, shaved pussy. Each employing one hand, we probed and explored Cinda’s soft, pink flesh. I then spread her wide open and Ramona used the tips of her fingers to play in those dripping petals. Then she inserted two fingers deep into Cinda, eliciting a long, low moan. Receiving that favorable response, Ramona then inserted a third finger…and began sliding them in and out of her, slowly.

“Oh,” I said to Ramona, “and just so you know…that pussy is not only gorgeous, but just about the tastiest thing I’ve ever eaten. Maybe you’d like a taste?” Cinda squirmed and sighed. Ramona’s eyes brightened like twin seas of fire.

“Really? Hmmm…now there’s an idea. But what about Cinda? Would she mind if I put my fingers and tongue in there?”

“Oh, I’m sure she would love it. It’s one of her favorite things. But if you don’t believe me, just ask HER.”

Smiling, Ramona slowly removed her probing fingers from Cinda and stood up. Again, she leaned down to whisper to the bound beauty. “Cinda, honey. Mike says it would be okay if I licked your pussy for a while. Would you mind terribly? Would you mind if I licked that sweet, creamy pussy of yours? I’d just looooove to taste it. I promise I’ll eat it really, REALLY nice for you.”

Cinda’s legs strained at the knotted scarves. She squirmed and sighed still more. Her toes curled at the simple thought of having her pussy devoured, even moreso because of the taboo aspect of having another woman do it. But all her poor mouth could say was “Ohhhhhh……..” Her constant gasping and swallowing precluded any other speech.

Now it was my turn. I got up, moved to Cinda, and whispered in her other ear. “And maybe, hon, while Ramona is being nice enough to lick between your legs, just maybe you’d like a nice juicy snack of your own? Maybe you’d like to suck a nice hot, throbbing, rock hard cock?”

Cinda’s head shot over into my direction, nearly clipping my chin with her own. Her mouth hung open, unspeaking, but saying so much. “I’ll take that as a ‘yes’,” I said, kissing her on the mouth.

While I kissed Cinda’s open mouth, Ramona moved to her position between her legs. Down on her knees, she again began to fondle that brazenly displayed slit and the surrounding, dewey rose petals. Cinda moaned hotly into my mouth when Ramona’s tongue diligently lapped up the evidence of her previous orgasm.

When Ramona began kissing Cinda’s pussy, I again asked my lady that all important question, but this time I was dirty about it. Cinda likes dirty talk. Oh, yes…she loves it.

“Does my tied up, horny slut want to suck my cock? Would she like a nice mouthful of it? And some nice balls to kiss and lick and suck on, too? If you do, just keep your mouth open and I’ll give it what it wants. I’ll put my big, thick, hard cock way down deep into it and see if I can’t fill it all up with something hot, sweet and sticky.” Cinda trembled and sighed.

I got up on my knees on the bed beside her. I watched Ramona lapping happily between her legs, stroking myself to get my penis to full length and girth. Cinda kept her mouth wide open, licking her lips, waiting impatiently.

Reluctantly turning my back to the pussy-lapping going on at the foot of the bed, I straddled Cinda once again, my knees on either side of her shoulders and my naked ass cheeks brushing the tops of her breasts. My testicles rested comfortably on her heaving sternum.

I leaned forward and began rubbing my hardened cock around on first her left cheek, then her right. Each time, she turned her head toward the sensation, mouth open, hoping to catch it in her mouth. I evaded her attempts, and continued rubbing my penis all over her face. I rubbed it under her nose, letting her inhale its mild scent. I rubbed the head all around her opened lips, but didn’t allow her to gobble it up inside them. I leaned further forward still, slipping the head under the blindfold and rubbing it around her eyes, letting my swollen sack dangle on her lips and nose. Cinda strained at her bonds. I had no way of knowing if it was from mad desire to get my cock in her mouth, or from the rapture of Ramona’s obviously skilled lips and tongue. Oh, yes, that was a woman who’d tasted other women before.

It didn’t matter. Cinda was in full throttle again, and I loved it. I turned sideways a little and ran my cock lengthwise along her lips, the shaft gliding smoothly between their moist softness. I allowed her to suck on the shaft, licking it with her tongue, because I knew it would be impossible for her to get it into her mouth from that angle anyway. I wanted to tease her.

After playing with her mercilessly for what seemed eons, I took pity on her. I placed the throbbing head of my penis right at the opening of her mouth. I held it there. As soon as Cinda picked up on the fact that it was no longer moving, she lunged her head forward, capturing that engorged helmet between her lips. She slurped at it hungrily.

“Lick it nice,” I said cruelly, “Lick it nice, little slut-bunny. Nice…like Ramona’s licking you.”

I laughed as Cinda started licking the shaft, tongue flat and bathing it so warmly and sensually. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the hot, wet tongue lapping slowly along my member. Her panting breath felt wonderful on the underside of my cock, wafting humidly down to my dangling jewels, so I let the lapping go on for quite some time. After all, Cinda seemed to be having a lovely time. Every now and then her body would quake and I would turn to see what Ramona was doing. It WAS a tag-team effort, after all.

As Cinda licked my penis with gusto, Ramona had her pussy lips spread wide and her face was buried deep within her moist, pink flesh. Her head bobbed with the effort she was putting into eating Cinda’s vanilla cream treat. Her tongue moved like a serpent, darting to and fro, flicking almost as fast as a hummingbird’s noiseless wings. She slurped and gobbled every dripping petal of that succulent rose. Her fingers again explored deep inside Cinda’s opening, stroking her inner walls while her mouth sucked and licked outside. Cinda’s legs were visibly quaking, her ankles tugging determinedly at the knotted silk around them.

I knew all I had to do was sink my raging hardon deep into her mouth and she’d cum like Old Faithful. With a grin, I did just that. Lifting myself off her heaving bosom, I leaned forward on my knees and braced myself with one hand against the wall above the headboard. My other hand directed the head of my cock directly into Cinda’s eager mouth. She latched onto it hungrily, taking it deep into her mouth. I pushed down with my hips, sending it deeper still. She sighed. Her mouth was so full of saliva at that point, that my thrusting cock made slurping noises as it went in and out, in and out.

Suddenly, Cinda’s arms and legs strained mightily, her whole body convulsing. She bucked and whined and wailed. She quaked and shuddered. Keeping my cock in her mouth, I turned to look down at Ramona. With a delighted smile on my face, I watched as Cinda creamed all over Ramona’s lapping mouth. But Ramona kept licking. She now appeared to be sucking Cinda’s clit, lapping at it with that hummingbird-fast tongue. Her hand was visibly slamming in and out of Cinda’s spurting pussy. Cinda squealed with glee around my thrusting shaft.

“Oh, yeah, cum for me, Cinda!” Ramona yelled between licks. She had one hand down between her own legs and was obviously manipulating herself to an imminent orgasm of her own. Enthralled, I watched her shoulders jerk and her back tighten. She slumped face forward into Cinda’s erupting sex, still lapping and still playing with herself. She screamed into the gushing slit.

I waited for Cinda’s orgasm to subside before I made my move. When I felt like her orgasm had ended, and this would count as an entirely new orgasm, I started thrusting my penis into her mouth hard and fast. “Oh, yeah, suck me, Cindababe….suck me good! I can’t wait to cum right down your throat and let you swallow every sweet drop C’mon, Cindababe…NOBODY gives blowjobs like you! Suck me dry!!!”

Cinda started squirming all over again. Her mouth seemed to get hotter around my plunging scepter. She snorted while she sucked, able to breathe only through her nose. Again she bucked and strained against the scarves. I held her head and continued thrusting into her mouth. I knew that this time I was going to cum, too.

Just before I exploded I again looked down at Ramona. Her face dripping wet, she was still lapping every inch of Cinda’s pussy! That’s when everything got hazy. I had to turn my attention fully to my own imminent orgasm. Holding Cinda’s head with one hand, I used the other for support, bracing it against the wall above the headboard again. I grunted loudly as I filled her mouth with hot spurts that ripped from me with such force that I thought my sack had imploded. I felt a thousand marauding chills as I came. I could feel each screaming volley as it began in my testicles and tore through me into Cinda’s waiting, hungry mouth.

Cinda experienced her third orgasm, vanilla scented cream again anointing Ramona’s eager lips. And Ramona, based on her sudden, loud moans, once again gushed around her digging fingers. Nirvana all around. It couldn’t have been more perfect.

I kept pumping into Cinda’s lovely mouth until I was spent. When my climax had run its course, I was delightfully surprised to find the ever-hungry Cinda lustily lapping every drop of cum off of every inch of my genital area. She left no stone unturned in her quest to “clean me up.” Such a nice touch.

Shortly thereafter, Cinda ceased moving completely. So completely, in fact, that I found myself checking to see if she was still breathing. As I slowly withdrew my slickened rod from her mouth, I looked down to see Ramona slumped at the foot of the bed, her spattered cheek resting against Cinda’s inner thigh. She smiled dumbly…the smile of sexual satisfaction. I looked back at Cinda’s face. That same smile was there. And as I slid off Cinda and lay on my back next to her, I realized…that same dumb smile was plastered all over my own face.

Eventually, I had the strength to get up off the bed. I once again opened the pocket knife. Two more tiny notches were etched into the footboard. Ramona watched as I made them, grinning at me. Then Ramona smiled wickedly and said, simply, “Hey, I feel left out.”

“Why?” I grinned, having an idea what might be coming.

“Well, Cinda sucked you, I sucked Cinda…but, no one’s sucked me. I don’t think that’s very fair.”

I almost laughed. “You’re right,” I said, “that’s NOT fair. I would suck you myself, Ramona, but next up on MY list is to slip my big boy here into this tasty pussy you just licked….and did a mighty fine job of, if I must say. So, how are you going to get YOUR pussy licked? I’ll be busy humping Cinda raw. So, who is there who’s left to lick it?”

A soft chuckle was heard from somewhere above Cinda’s still hardened nipples. “Oh, please, Mike…” Cinda giggled between sticky ips, “don’t be so dramatic. It’s obvious what you two have in mind. A backward teenager could figure it out. And hey, I’m game. No reason to be coy, here.”

“Mmmmm…..looks like I have my volunteer,” Ramona quipped. With that, she got up off the floor and walked around to the side of the bed. Climbing onto it, she quickly straddled Cinda’s chest where I’d been only a few minutes ago….but facing Cinda’s legs whereas I’d been facing her head. Lowering herself, she rubbed the moist crotch of her panties in Cinda’s face. “Cinda dear,” she cooed, “would you mind using your perfect teeth to remove my panties for me, please?”

With giggling and chuckling all around, most of it coming from the silk-gnawing Cinda, the skimpy panties were laboriously removed. It was a total hoot to watch, and yet…extremely sexy.

Once Cinda had gotten the panties over the soft curves of Ramona’s ass cheeks, Ramona, wanting to speed things along, removed them the rest of the way herself. Now panty free, she sat on Cinda’s chest and rubbed her slickened patch on Cinda’s breasts, taking first one nipple, then the other, between her wet lips and sliding them along her slit. I watched in total awe as Ramona slowly slid forward and back, forward and back, from breast to heaving breast, juices from her crotch dribbling from Cinda’s nipples down her already sweat-glistening globes. I don’t think Cinda was sure what exactly was happening at first, but it didn’t take her long to catch on. And she’d quickly taken to Ramona’s behind, leaning forward to kiss and nibble it. Both women had ecstatic smiles on their faces. Ramona’s eyes were dreamily closed, Cinda’s undoubtedly the same beneath the barrier of the blindfold. I could’ve watched this all night, but Ramona spoke, ripping me from my guilty fascination.

As she slowly moved her slit from nipple to nipple, Ramona asked, “Cinda dear, will this be the first time you’ve ever eaten pussy?” Her voice was sticky sweet.

“Um…..yes….but I’m sure I can hold my own. I know how I like MY pussy licked,” Cinda boldly professed.

“Mmmm….splendid. Then if you don’t mind, I’ll be sitting on your face for a bit. And you can do for me what I just did for you. You don’t MIND eating my pussy, do you?”

“‘Course not, Ramona. I’ll bet I can make YOU feel as good as you and Mike just made ME feel.”

“Super. I’m going to love THIS!”

“Meanwhile, Cinda babe,” I interjected, “I’m going to fill you up from this end…with a nice firm cock, instead of a tongue. You won’t mind, will you? I mean, you’re not against a good, hard fucking from a man, now that you’ve been introduced to female love, are you?”

“Not at all, studly one,” she replied, “bring it on.” Still shrouded in darkness by the blindfold, Cinda smiled into the lowering carpet she couldn’t see coming. But she could feel the heat of Ramona’s pussy, and knew it was enticingly near to her already flushed face. She braced herself for the new experience of tasting woman flesh.

I watched, awestruck again, as Ramona lowered herself onto Cinda’s eager smile. As that furry patch came nearer and nearer to Cinda’s mouth, I opened her still drenched pussy with no-nonsense fingers and entered her, slipping my throbbing penis as deeply into her as I could. And the fun began anew.

Suddenly, as I watched the enfolding tableau, all seemed to stop….as if someone had stabbed their finger on our sexual “pause” button. I noticed with a perverse glee that Ramona’s bottom was hovering over Cinda’s head. The only thing in the scene that was still moving was Cinda’s tongue, which had instinctively popped, probing and wiggling, out of her mouth, ready for action. I looked up at Ramona’s face, seeking a clue to the cessation of carnal activity. She was grinning wickedly…and I knew that was a good thing.

Ramona raised her bottom, moving it away from that searching tongue. She leaned forward and looked down at Cinda’s face between her legs. Reaching behind herself, her fingers sought, and found, the blindfold that banned sight from Cinda’s lovely eyes. Lifting it just enough to raise it, Ramona slid the blindfold back, onto Cinda’s forehead, and let it come to rest there. Cinda’s eyes blinked several times, her pupils and retinas adjusting to the sudden rush of light into her eyes. When they focused, the first things they saw were Ramona’s moist bush and the bottom third of her ass. From my vantage point, in the few moments before Ramona sat down, I could see Cinda’s eyes fly wide open - obviously approvingly - and her jaw drop, her previously active tongue now hanging lazily out one side of her mouth.

Looking down at her between her legs, Ramona said with a grin, “You said you hoped you’d actually get to see me. Well, here I am, Cinda. Like the view?”

Cinda said nothing, but her eyes twinkled with erotic delight. That whole scene as I saw it from where I stood, made me harder than ever, and I grabbed Cinda’s hips and started rotating my hips back and forth and side to side, moving my near titanium muscle all around inside her. Cinda’s eyelids fluttered. She was going ga-ga again…at warp speed.

Looking at me, Ramona said with a wink, “I firmly believe that a woman should SEE what she’s eating. What do you think, Mike?”

I was getting harder by the second. With a wicked grin and a return wink, I replied, “I agree. And next time I let her suck me, I’m going to let her see me up close just like you’re doing. But, for now, I think Cinda enjoys the view just fine.”

Smiling broadly, Ramona gave one last look between her legs and said, “Oh, and nice to meet you, too, Cinda. Bon appetite.” And then she sat down. Cinda’s sigh was cut short by Ramona’s dripping muff plopping down onto her mouth.

Cinda was dripping wet again, her juices sloshing freely around my penis. I watched with both amusement and excitement as Ramona squirmed all over Cinda’s face. “Mmmm….oh, yeah, Cinda,” Ramona moaned, “you DO have a knack for this. You know just where to lick. Soooo wonderful. Ohhh, yeah…get that tongue in nice and deep now.”

By now I had both my arms around Cinda’s waist and had lifted her bottom off the bed by a good foot or so. I was thrusting into her as though my cock had an unscratchable itch that I was determined to find a way of scratching.

Even with Ramona sitting on her face, I could hear Cinda’s moans and slurps. Her whole body was again squirming. Her skin felt scorching hot, her muscles taut from all the straining against the scarves. She was so animated that her movements were making Ramona bounce and wobble on her head. It was a sight that was both erotic and humorous. Toss in the added attraction of seeing Ramona’s ample bosom bouncing so deliciously, and it’s a wonder I didn’t come right then and there. I very nearly did.

Ramona must’ve noticed my attraction to her chest, because she leaned forward, careful not to dislodge herself from atop Cinda’s probing tongue, and grabbed my right arm. Leaning as far forward as she could without slipping off Cinda’s face, she stretched my arm out and put my hand on her left breast.

Instinct took over from there. Still holding Cinda’s waist with my other arm, I continued to thrust ever harder and faster into her steaming chasm, but my other hand squeezed and fondled Ramona’s bouncing tit with equal conviction. Eventually, though, my left hand wanted some titty play also. It released it’s hold on Cinda’s waist and shot out for Ramona’s right breast. Both hands freely groped Ramona’s jiggling jugs while my hips provided all the thrust and security my cock needed inside the squirming Cinda. I fucked Cinda’s incredible pussy while my fingers enjoyed Ramona’s large-nippled breasts to the max. Meanwhile, Cinda gobbled Ramona’s pussy like a starving lioness. Everything go a bit blurry, then, as I closed my eyes and fucked Cinda like I’d never fucked her before. My hips pumped so furiously I could feel friction heat on my shaft with each thrust. If I didn’t come soon, my brain would explode, and I would’ve bet the ladies felt the same.

Who came first is anyone’s guess. All I can recall is a chorus of loud moans and screams…several of them mine. Of course, Cinda’s moans were substantially muffled by Ramona’s hopping, bouncing muff. Nonetheless, she came like a fireman’s fire hose at full pressure, all around my equally spurting rod. From the slurps and gurgles between Ramona’s legs, it was evident that she’d come, too…drenching Cinda’s lapping face. The three of us looked like some great, fused, spastic beast for several minutes. The bed shook as if it were on some great, stormy sea….and for the first time ever, I heard the bed springs squeak.

By the time I let go of Ramona’s breasts, they were a bright pink. I didn’t WANT to let go of them, mind you, but I was so spent that my arms and legs felt like rubber. I needed my hands to brace myself on the bed. I held onto that mattress for dear life until my jellylike extremities stopped spazzing. Ramona had already slumped forward onto Cinda’s belly, though she hadn’t budged her gushing sex from Cinda’s face so much as a centimeter. Cinda’s squirming had stopped, and I could hear her gasping between Ramona’s thighs. Her vaginal muscles were still rhythmically squeezing my still mostly erect muscle, though every other part of her had become inert. Her arms and legs hung limply from their bonds, but her pussy was still going strong. Like her non-stop mouth, those sugar walls wanted to suck me dry. Yeah…that’s my Cinda.

Just as Cinda’s orgasm was beginning to subside, Ramona sat up, her own slightly pulsing sex still propelling liquid onto Cinda’s lips. Putting a bit more weight on Cinda’s head with her rump, she began tweaking Cinda’s nipples, tugging on them. I looked up into Ramona’s twinkling eyes, a bit bemused.

“Hey,” she said, “you’re the one who doesn’t want to give her a break, right? You said you wanted her to cum and cum and cum and cum. Isn’t that how you put it?” I couldn’t help but chuckle and nod.

Suddenly, Cinda began bucking again. Ramona and I definitely heard a loud squeal from between her legs. “That tickled!” Ramona laughed. Every inch of Cinda became animated again, squirming and wriggling and straining. My chuckle was cut short by her strong vaginal muscles again sucking hard on my cock. It made me instantly hard, despite my exhaustion. So, eyes rolled up in bliss, I fucked her again. Watching with great pleasure, Ramona never got off Cinda’s face. She seemed to like it there.

When Cinda and I had once again climaxed, I was way too tired to remain standing, so I slowly eased myself out of her. Cinda sighed as I popped free, her wasted vaginal muscles almost eager to expel me…for the time being.

This time, even bracing myself on the mattress with my hands wouldn’t work, so I slumped contentedly to the floor. Sitting there, admiring Cinda’s dripping, vanilla treat, I heard her inhale long and deep. Looking around Cinda’s thigh, I saw that Ramona had finally dismounted from her face and was sitting on the bed massaging Cinda’s boobs and belly. And there were those silly grins again. With the blindfold now resting on her forehead, I could see that Cinda’s eyes were rolled up in her head. Her brain must surely have been off in ga-ga land again.

“Hmmm,” I contemplated, “would that count as one…or two….orgasms for our bound captive?” I asked Ramona.

“Definitely two,” she replied. “She had definitely stopped, and then started up all over again. I say it was two. How many does that make?”

“Five so far, I believe. Yes…five.” I went to get the pocket knife to etch the notches in the footboard, but Ramona met me at the foot of the bed.

“My turn,” she said, “Let me make these.”

“Sure,” I replied, “knock yourself out.” I grinned as I watched her make the marks. I stood leaning against the right footpost, watching Ramona’s breasts and fanny jiggle with the effort of carving the notches. Watching that display, I decided that I’d let HER make the “orgasm notches” from now on. Hey, I’m nothing if not accommodating.

I turned briefly to watch my lovely lady as she lay there basking in her post-orgasmic glow. In that minute amount of time, Ramona, still on her knees, had reached out and cupped my penis and testicles. The sudden playfulness of her hand jiggling my organs brought me to instant mental attention. I looked down at her, another bemused grin on my face.

“Nice set,” Ramona opined.

“Um…thank you,” was all I could think of to say.

With a great, wide smirk, she asked slyly, “Wanna make Cinda erupt again?”

Intrigued, I replied, “Of course. That’s what this whole thing is about.”

“Well,” she continued, licking her lips. “I know an almost surefire way to get her gushing again. And not only that, but ALL of us can get our rocks off again. You game?”

“Of course,” I said, eagerly. This was sounding better and better.

Still grinning widely, Ramona once again got up and walked over to the bed. She again straddled Cinda’s head, but this time facing the headboard. Grabbing the headboard with both hands, she leaned way over, pushing her ass high up in the air. Her pussy again hovered over Cinda’s face.

“C’mere and fuck me,” Ramona said, straightforwardly. “We’ll fuck right here over pretty Cinda’s face and she can watch that lovely cock of yours thrust in and out of me. I bet that’ll get her hot and horny all over again. Would you like that, Cinda? Want to watch Mike’s big, fat cock slip inside my pussy…the one you just licked so nicely?”

I watched Cinda’s eyes. I wasn’t sure how she was going to take this. But those pretty eyes smoldered again. They changed colors repeatedly. I’d never seen them change like that before…so quickly…so fully. I knew then and there that Cinda would love that kind of show.

In less than four heartbeats, I was up on the bed, straddling Cinda’s belly, my eager, throbbing penis poised behind Ramona, bobbing up and down hungrily. Ramona lowered herself so that her already steaming slit was mere inches over Cinda’s slack-jawed face. Taking one last look at Cinda to make sure all was okay, I prepared to enter Ramona’s steaming portal from behind. Ramona wiggled her ass and cooed, “C’mon, Mike….Cinda wants to watch you give it to me real dirty. Don’t you, Cinda? Tied up like that, won’t it be fun to watch a good fuck…up close and personal?” She laughed one of the dirtiest laughs I’ve ever heard…almost rivaling Cinda’s smuttiest chuckle. Again, she wiggled. “C’mon, Mike…fuck me good, so our tied up little Cinda can watch!”

That was it for me. I rammed my throbbing dick right between her legs. Ramona gasped. So did Cinda. And there, right over Cinda’s face, I humped Ramona from behind. I fondled her breasts again, squeezing and groping, as I thrust into her over and over. After a while I was only vaguely aware of Cinda’s presence beneath us. Only her gasping, staggered breathing gave away the fact that she had a ringside seat for our copulation.

But that didn’t last long. Cinda has never been one to be left out of any kind of sexual activity. She’s always been a go-getter…no matter what the scene or the circumstances. However, since her bound state kept her from wrapping her body around us and joining in, she did the next best thing. She figured she’d already sucked me and licked Ramona…so why not do it again, since it was all she was currently capable of anyway?

Ramming into Ramona like a studhorse, I came to enjoy the warm puffs of Cinda’s panting breaths. But I was so into our carnal coupling that I didn’t notice the change in sensations at first. The gasping gusts of hot air disappeared…well, mostly. Replacing that erotic treat was yet another one. I felt something hot and wet - other than Ramona’s pussy - suddenly snake along my shaft as it plunged into Ramona’s sweet flower. In a flash I realized what it was. Cinda was licking my shaft as I fucked Ramona!

But that wasn’t all. Cinda was not only happily lapping my crank, but she was also giving Ramona a bit of a boost. As my hardened muscle slipped in and out of Ramona’s pussy, Cinda licked BOTH my penis AND Ramona’s pussy! Since Ramona’s opening was fully occupied, Cinda made herself at home lapping her clit. She alternated back and forth…licking cock…then pussy….cock…pussy. It was a delicious addition to the festivities. But, for me, the greatest thrill was when she licked and sucked my dangling sack as it jiggled forward and back with each thrust. A warm tongue and wet lips lapping at your testicles while you’re vigorously humping a woman is one incredible feeling!

Ramona appreciated the added pleasure, too. Her already active backside became busier still. And every time Cinda stopped licking my balls for a few seconds, Ramona would moan…clueing me in that Cinda must be going for her clit.

So that’s how it went for a while. Me taking Ramona from behind, thrusting and grunting over Cinda’s face, and Cinda lapping anything she could get her tongue on. God, what bliss! And Ramona and I could tell Cinda was having a blast because she was squirming under us again, gasping, sighing, moaning, her tongue getting bolder and more persistent by the second.

This time I was completely aware that it was my orgasm that started things off. I just about broke Ramona’s eardrum when I shouted my release. She didn’t care, however, as my deep spurts (and Cinda’s tongue) drove her over the edge. We were both cumming buckets, our combined juices squeezing and gushing from Ramona’s opening and spilling onto Cinda’s face. The end result of this was a guttural growl from somewhere deep inside Cinda that grew by leaps and bounds into a series of animalistic grunts and howls from my lovely lady. She had decided to join us in orgasmic bliss. Once again, it couldn’t have worked out better if we’d tried. It turned out Ramona had been right about this sort of thing driving Cinda wild. Maybe women know each other better than us fellas realize.

There was ONE thing different about things this time, however. THIS time, Cinda’s orgasm was one long, continuous MULTIPLE orgasm. Her body convulsed in wave after wave of pleasure. She rocked and bounced and heaved and screamed. Every time her orgasm began to subside, it started all over again. So much so, that Ramona and I didn’t even need to keep humping over her head anymore. When we were exhausted and drained, we uncoupled and each rolled to one side of Cinda. Amazed, we just sat there and watched her convulsing and twitching. If I hadn’t seen the great waves of vanilla cream spurting from her pussy, I’d have thought she was having a seizure! The whole bed was shaking, the springs squealing, strong, new wood CREAKING! I thought for sure that the scarves holding her hands and feet would tear, or that one or more of the bedposts would snap from the strain of Cinda’s thrashing. Thankfully, such was not the case.

It was well over ten minutes before Cinda’s orgasm subsided. Ramona and I simply sat and watched the entire earth-shattering deluge. When Cinda finally stopped quaking and gushing, Ramona and I just looked at each other, amazed.

“Wow, when you told me Cinda could cum and cum and cum….I thought you were exaggerating!”

I smiled. “Oh, no…Cinda can cum more than anyone I’ve ever known. But I’ve never seen her cum quite like this. This must be some sort of record…even for her.”

“Very impressive,” Ramona sighed, almost wistfully.

“Yeah, I’ve always been impressed by it. But, I have to say, Ramona, that adding you to the mix has certainly brought out a new animal in Cinda. Wouldn’t you agree, honey?” I asked Cinda.

“Don’t talk to me,” she gasped. “I think I’m dead.”

Ramona and I laughed. And then I realized something had been neglected. With a groan of stiff and strained muscles, I slid off the bed. I untied Cinda’s feet from the posts and slowly lowered them over the footboard to the floor below. Ramona untied her hands and Cinda’s arms flopped to the disheveled bedspread with a dull thud. Cinda lay there, eyes glazed and half shut, gasping for air.

Getting down on my knees at the footboard, I once again brandished the pocket knife. But I hesitated. I pondered. I attempted a few feeble calculations and then gave up with a sigh. My befuddled eyes looked to Ramona for assistance.

“Damn,” I said, “I have no clue how to score that. Was that one orgasm? Or was it several? How many notches do I make in the bed?”

“Hmmm, that’s a tough one,” Ramona dmitted. “I’m not sure if it’s one or more. And if it’s more, just how many is it?”

Ramona and I sat there on the floor like two grinning loons. But, having undertaken this little exercise in the hopes of giving Cinda more orgasms than she’d ever had in one sexual episode before, it seemed her multiple orgasm was threatening our score keeping. How could we keep track? How could we gauge future orgasm marathons if we couldn’t figure out how many she’d had tonight? Why, it could undermine our whole reason - aside from simple, horny fun - for engaging in this little threesome in the first place!

Off in the distance, a weak voice made itself heard through a series of staggered, ragged gasps. It was the lovely Cinda, offering her sweet, but candid, opinion.

“Oh, fer chrissakes,” she sighed. “Just count it as twenty. I’m so tired I don’t think I’m going to cum again, anyway….EVER!”

“Yeah, right,” I said. We all laughed, though Cinda’s was weaker than mine and Ramona’s.

Standing back up, Ramona and I saw Cinda still spread-eagle on the bed, flat on her back, chest still heaving. We got up on the bed and sat on either side of her. Both of us rubbed her gently, hands gliding over her belly, shoulders, arms, legs, and breasts. She closed her eyes and smiled, relaxed.

“Well, I suppose I should be going now,” Ramona said. “It’s getting pretty late.”

I looked at Ramona and said, “This was really fantastic. I’m glad you agreed to help us…play..Ramona. Thanks.”

“My pleasure,” she replied, winking down at Cinda. She then walked over to where she’d removed her clothes and bent to pick them up. I stood by the door, waiting for her to get dressed, so I could show her out. From behind us, a weak but resolved voice drifted across the room.

“Wimps,” the voice said, softly.

Ramona’s eyes were as startled as my own. We turned to look back at the bed and its lone occupant. Cinda was sitting up, stretching. She did so seductively. Her face was occupied by the biggest smirk I’ve seen in years.

“That all ya got?” she asked, licking the tip of her finger, and then plunging that entire finger into her mouth seductively. “Seems I’m not nearly as drained as I thought.” She batted vixenish eyes at the two of us.

Ramona and I looked at each other. We blinked repeatedly, like bewildered cartoon characters. Cinda had seemed nearly comatose just two minutes earlier. Either she was possessed, or she was as resilient as hell. I knew in an instant it was the latter. I smiled. I looked at Ramona. She smiled back.

“Well,” sighed Cinda, lounging seductively on the bed, legs spread, fingers twirling her own nipples, “if you guys are too tired, I suppose you better go back to the old folks’ home, Ramona, and I’ll let my wussy little shoe boy take a nice, long nap.” Not letting up, she rolled over to lean down and look at the notches on the footboard.

“That’s all the notches I get, huh? You know a multiple only counts as one, so I really didn’t get all that many orgasms, y’know.” She batted her eyes at us again, concluding her tease with, “So….is that all the orgasms I get, or are you two going to get SERIOUS about making me cum? Maybe this pretty princess pussy of mine is too much for yas? Maybe you need to bring in reinforcements to REALLY please me?”

Ramona forgot about her clothes, dropping them back onto the floor. We looked at each other and grinned.

“Shoe boy?” Ramona asked, one eyebrow raised.

“Long story. Forget it,” I said, giving Cinda a truly evil look.

With a sly grin, Ramona turned her gaze to Cinda. Snickering, she said, “We’re not enough for your precious ‘princess pussy’, huh? You need more?”

“Forget the scarves,” I said, “let’s just jump her bones and make her pay for those remarks.”

Together, Ramona and I ran to the bed and jumped on it - and Cinda. Within seconds, the three of us were fused into a clawing, squirming mass of hands, lips, tongues and genitals. Groping, licking, sucking and genital contact occurred randomly and with wild abandon.

“Eat me, shoe boy!” came Cinda’s husky sex-voice from somewhere within the heaving mass of flesh.

“And YOU get my tits in that smart mouth of yours, miss Princess Pussy,” I heard Ramona bark at Cinda.

I couldn’t say a word, for Cinda’s sweet, bald pussy had found and smothered my mouth, and someone’s hand - I know not whose - was vigorously jerking my happily rising rod!

Before we were done, a good half of the footboard was notched, as well as the left footpost for Ramona’s orgasms and the right one for mine. But somewhere along the way, we lost count anyway. “Scoring” had become haphazard at best. We just didn’t care anymore.

And I distantly realized that at some point, I was going to have to buy a new bed frame.

END

“”Vanilla Cream Ch.3″ copyright Bacomicfan/Mike, 2003″

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