The moment Olga sat on the machine, the handcuffs and ankle cuffs did their thing: they slid around Olga’s wrists and ankles and locked into place. Olga yelped. She turned to Gary with pure fury. “Get these off me right now, or you’ll pay for it, you dumb piece of shit!” She jerked on the cuffs, but they were strong and stayed in place.
Gary laughed. “A fat lot of help your words will do you now, Olga.” He reached out and caressed Olga’s face. “There’s nothing you can do about it. You might as well sit back and enjoy the whole thing.”
He reached behind Olga and pressed a button. When he did, something slid out from the chair and kept Olga’s neck in place. Her beautiful dark eyes flew open. The cuff around her neck wasn’t tight or painful enough to choke her, but the cuff’s position made screaming painful. She opened her mouth and made to shriek again, but there was no fooling herself this time. The pain wasn’t enough to drive her into unconsciousness, but it was painful. Olga hated pain.
Gary looked at his prisoner with wry amusement and growing excitement. After seven years of lusting over this girl and fantasizing about her, he finally had her in his grip. He grew excited, and so did the rod between his legs. He reached down, and the solid bulge beneath his jeans proved to him that his excitement was very much real.
“Sick bastard,” Olga whispered harshly.
Gary laughed. Olga can curse him all she wanted, but he didn’t give a fuck. He would be fucking her very soon, though, and that was what he gave a fuck about. He set to work right away.
Gary did the very first thing he had dreamed of doing to Olga: he placed his hands on her breasts and gave them a hard squeeze. He had always wanted to know whether Olga’s tits were the real thing or not. Apparently, they were the real deal. This aroused her again, and he squeezed harder this time. He felt Olga’s nipples grow hard beneath her sweatshirt. He was right. Olga wasn’t wearing any bra.
Olga opened her mouth and made as if to talk, but the cuff around her neck seemed to do its thing very well, and she shut her mouth again. Helpless, she was unable to do anything but watch as Gary ripped her sweatshirt into shreds, revealing her breasts for all the world to see. Her nipples had come alive, and there they stood, pink and proud. Gary wasted no time and put one into his mouth. The other he rubbed with his flat palm. Olga felt a shiver of delight course through her, and against her will, she gave off a little moan.
Gary heard the moan, and he looked up. With Olga’s nipple still in his mouth, he laughed and continued to suck, bite, and nibble. Then he removed his mouth from Olga’s tit. “Looks like my little Olga got excited, eh? Let’s see about that.” He lowered his head and feasted on Olga’s other breast this time, sucking and chewing as much breast meat as his mouth would allow.
While Gary’s mouth was busy with Olga’s chest, his hands were doing another thing. They went to the waistband of Olga’s cotton shorts, where they tugged and pulled the piece of clothing down Olga’s hips. As it turned out, Olga had decided to go commando over at Gary’s. Gary couldn’t help it. He burst into laughter again. If he was as stupid as his pal Mack, he would have thought Olga had the hots for him. No girl in her right mind would dare go over to any boy’s house without some underwear on, right?
But then again, Olga Smithson was no other girl, although she was very much in her right mind.
Gary broke her lips free from Olga’s breast to stare down at her moist pink folds. Against her better judgment, it seemed like Olga had been very much aroused by Gary’s actions. Gary sprang right into action himself. He knew he didn’t have much time (Olga’s family would be wondering what’s been taking her so long). He went to his knees, lowered his face to Olga’s pussy, and spread the moist lips open.
Olga shivered and writhed in the chair. With her neck, wrists, and ankles bound, she could only move about so much. Gary ignored her, his attention focused wholly on the pink shell right before his very eyes. He grazed his fingers hesitantly over the pink folds, which were engorged with blood. The chick was very turned on, indeed. Gary leaned closer and saw Olga’s cunt was covered with some white substance that glistened when the afternoon sun landed on it. He reached out, wiped some off with his finger, and licked the said finger thoroughly.
“You taste as sweet as you look, Olga,” Gary told his previous babysitter. Golly, he never expected her to taste this delicious! He was about to wipe off some of her juice again when a thought struck him: Why waste time wiping off Olga’s come when I can lick it off right away with my tongue?
So lick it off he did. Gary buried his face into the welcome space between Olga’s legs and lapped her up hungrily. He ate like he had never eaten before: lustily, greedily, and hungrily. He nibbled, sucked, and bit gently at the delicate flesh that was suddenly invading his mouth. He opened his mouth even wider, wanting to take in as much of Olga as his mouth would allow. He had never given a girl oral before, and the experience was exhilarating. It pleased Gary to no end that the first girl he had ever given oral to was Olga Smithson. That was one for the books, and Gary felt mighty proud that no other kid his own age would get to have the same feat.
He reached up and buried his fingers into the fleshy dough that was Olga’s breasts. Olga arched her back, pressing her tits even deeper into Gary’s waiting, eager hands. Gary responded by grabbing more of Olga’s breasts, squeezing even more firmly. While this was going on, his mouth, lips, and tongue were still locked into Olga’s most private crack. Gary never wanted to get up and see the light of day again. He wanted to bury his face in Olga’s wet, sweet-smelling pussy forever. Olga’s juice started to dribble down his chin, but he didn’t give a shit. He could eat and drink the stuff forever. He could live on Olga’s flesh and juice.
Another bright idea struck him. He extricated his face from Olga’s crack and stood up. Gary knew she looked funny with clear white fluid smeared all over her face, but he didn’t care. With Olga sitting trapped and naked in his living room, how could he care about anything else?
Gary was a tall kid for nineteen. He was as tall as Olga. In his full height, he found his penis was about the same level as Olga’s head. He unzipped his pants right away and rolled his jeans and boxer shorts down to his ankles, revealing a medium-sized penis that looked like it could do great things when stimulated the right way.
Olga saw this too. She couldn’t believe how someone as plain and ordinary as Gary Williams could sport such a considerably sized tool. She looked up at him and saw what he wanted her to do in his eyes.
“I want you to suck my dick,” Gary ordered. “I want you to suck it the best way you can.” He pushed his rod inside Olga’s mouth.
Olga did what was told of her. Truth to be told, she didn’t mind, because she liked the size of Gary’s dick. She also enjoyed giving head, period. So she sucked on Gary’s member with all the eagerness and intensity she could muster in her cuffed-up state. She ran her tongue up, down, and all over Gary’s shaft. She would’ve wanted to play with Gary’s testicles, but since that was not possible, she decided to devote her full attention and growing lust into Gary’s penis instead.
She gently swirled her tongue all over the tip of Gary’s penis. Gary, on the other hand, moaned. His soapy fist was nothing, nothing at all compared to the warm, moist cave that was Olga’s mouth. He ran his hands through Olga’s dark hair and pulled it by the roots. She cried out a little at that but did not remove her mouth from Gary’s dick.
Olga’s tongue flicked in and out of her mouth and into every nook and crook—or so it seemed— of Gary’s member. She varied her techniques for this incredibly inexperienced boy. Olga sucked on his cock softly on second and hard the next. She used the tiniest bit of teeth to give Gary a different kind of sensation. She used her lips as well. She clamped them halfway into Gary’s cock and started to hum. Even with her eyes closed, she knew Gary liked what she did because he kept pulling and tugging at her hair. Olga varied her humming as well. She hummed softly one minute and hummed faster the next then resumed play
ing with Gary’s dick using her tongue.
Olga’s mouth was driving Gary almost to the brink of insanity. He couldn’t believe how totally turned on he was, how completely aroused. He wouldn’t have believed the incredible sensations were possible, but had he not experienced them himself?
It’s enough to make any man go insane, he thought stupidly. His thoughts were cut off when Olga’s tongue suddenly found its way in the space between his balls and anus. The spot was incredibly sensitive, and when Olga placed her tongue there, Gary felt he was about to just bust.
“Olga,” he gasped out loud, his hands still tangled in her hair.
Olga answered by flicking her tongue a few more times into the delicate spot between Gary’s balls and anus. Gary shook and shuddered. He couldn’t take any more pleasure. Any minute now and more of this oral action from Olga, and he was going to shoot off his semen from every orifice in his body. He shuddered again. He removed his hands from Olga’s hair and placed them on her breasts instead. He had to angle himself differently to reach her tits, but it was well worth it. Besides, his new position made Olga’s tongue reach new different spots in his body.
Gary yearned for the moment to never end, but he knew it wasn’t going to take long now before he was going to explode from all the erotic pleasure. He shook and shuddered again. This time, he told Olga he was going to come.
“I—I can’t keep it in much longer,” Gary said in a voice that sounded like he was pleading and sobbing at the same time.
“Then don’t,” Olga replied.
Gary followed her advice to the letter. He stopped holding back. With a scream, he unloaded his semen right into the snug cave that was Olga’s mouth. Without hesitation, Olga swallowed his come. A little dribbled at the corner of her mouth, and she licked it off with an expert flick of her tongue.
Gary was amazed. Olga swallowed his come whole. How truly hot and amazing can a girl get? He felt a couple more shudders wrack his body, and he immediately placed his penis in between Olga’s breasts. A split second later, Gary came right in between Olga’s tits. He looked down and saw her globes were wrapped in the shiny fluid that was his come. There was also a bit of jizz trickling down into her stomach. Gary knelt and licked his own jizz off Olga’s flat abdomen.
“Gary, I know you have greater things in mind, but I absolutely have to go now,” Olga said. “I told my mom I’ll be out for only a few seconds, and you know how crazy she goes if I’m not in when I say I’ll be.”
Gary looked up, pouting a little. Mrs. Smithson indeed had a reputation on keeping promises around the neighborhood. He knew Olga was telling the truth, but he was sorry to let her go. She had given her some excellent head, yes, but he had wanted to pump himself inside her pussy as well. He glanced at the clock, wondering if he could somehow find a way to do just that without taking too much of Olga’s time.
Olga seemed to know what was on his mind. “Forget it, Gary. I can fuck you good, but I can’t fuck you with a time limit, if you know what I mean.” She shook the shackles that held her wrists in place. “Tell you what. I’ll come over here when I can and when you’re free, and I’ll do you like you’ll never be done in your life ever again. Just promise me there will be no more of this silly contraption. Okay, it’s a brilliant machine, but I don’t want to be on it against my will.”
Gary looked at her. “You swear? You absolutely swear? I’ll get you the next time if you won’t, Olga. I swear that much.”
Olga nodded. “I swear, squirt.”
Gary nodded as well and grinned. He moved to set Olga free from the shackles that held her in place. “Well, it looks like we’re back to our old babysitting days again!”
He and Olga laughed in unison.
Rain on Me
The rain came as it always does: sudden, hard, and without warning. Looking out from the living room window and into the inky darkness torn apart by the slashing raindrops, it was Fiona who first invaded my thoughts. Fiona, my wife for seven years now, I believe, was probably driving home at this very moment. No, scratch that. I knew she was driving home at this very moment. Fiona is brimming with more positive traits than I can handle, but spontaneity is not one of them. My wife is a creature of habit and routine. When she plans to get home from wherever, she intends to get home from wherever.
Patty, the babysitter whom Fiona and I have hired for around four months now, looked up from the book she was reading. The Shining by Stephen King, I noticed. Patty was a pretty kid. Still 21 years old, she was more than beginning to show some physical attributes that gave more than heavy hints of a life filled with men chasing after her, begging her to give them her hand, and promising her the world if she would do so.
Patty was attractive and sensual in a way you wouldn’t notice when you first set your sights on her. A brunette, she had pin-straight hair that she wore in a length that reached the middle of her shoulder blades. She had a figure that spoke of secret curves, a matter I sometimes thought while lying awake in bed at night that I would like to check, to explore. Of course it’s hard to be wrapped up in such thoughts when there’s Fiona sleeping soundly beside me, but sometimes, those thoughts do come alive. And when they come alive, I let them stay alive.
Fiona and I have a kid named Tanner. He’s five years old, and he’s the most inquisitive kid in the world. I’m being serious here. The little guy just won’t quit asking all sorts of questions, ranging from the mundane (“Do you think I could fly to the moon, Daddy?”) to the serious (“How are these rocks formed, Mommy?”). We have had babysitters in the past, and unfortunately, a good chunk of them simply couldn’t take Tanner’s out-of-this-world curiosity. Fiona said that was because the babysitters were total idiots who didn’t know any shit. I chuckled at that, but I agreed with her. Kids these days seem to belong to a different breed. Wherever their interests lie, reading and learning new stuff aren’t one of them. No wonder Tanner drove them mad.
Patty was an exception, and every day my wife and I gave ourselves a pat on the back for having found such an awesome babysitter. Patty looked nothing like the typical nerd who would rather spend time with books than with people. Like I’ve said, Patty got a generous sprinkling in terms of the looks department. But while she looked like she could be the prom queen if she chose to, the girl loved to read. Upon arriving home, Fiona and I would often find her curled up on the couch with a book in hand, reading with such fierce concentration she sometimes would not hear us come in.
Patty’s passion for reading earned nods of approval from my wife and I. It helped with Tanner’s nonstop questions, and there’s something about a good-looking girl who has the brains to boot. I didn’t tell my wife this, of course. As far as I could recall, I never thought of Patty in, you know, that way. But just because I have not thought about her in such light doesn’t mean I would not consider seeing her in such manner.
While the rain drummed loudly on the roof and all around the house, Patty looked up from her Stephen King novel and fixed her hazel eyes on me. I stared back without thinking of anything save for Fiona and how on earth she was going to drive the entire forty miles from her parents house in this sudden downpour. Fiona is moderately myopic, meaning she can’t see things clearly from far away. The rain surely isn’t helping things in her case.
“Mr. Amis?” Patty asked tentatively. “Is everything all right?” She began to fiddle with her book, but it looked like she didn’t know she was doing it. “It’s the rain, isn’t it? It’s quite frightening, I know, suddenly coming down like this. Maybe I should go check on Tanner.” She started to get up from her place on the couch.
“Oh, no,” I said hurriedly, gesturing at Patty to remain where she was. “I mean, don’t worry about Tanner. He loves anything and everything about the rain. I was thinking of Fiona. She’s probably on the road right now, driving through this difficult downpour.” I sighed. “You know how bad her eyes are.”
“Oh, my gosh,” Patty said breathlessly, and placed a well-manicured hand to h
er chest. Instinctively my eyes traveled to where her hand went. My eyes caught sight of a slightly rounded breast that looked small yet pert and firm. The word delectable suddenly came into mind, and just as sudden something stirred inside me.
Don’t be a dirty old man, I told myself quickly, sternly. Get a grip of yourself.
Patty was saying something, but since I was momentarily lost in thought concerning her breast, I didn’t catch what she was saying.
“I’m sorry, I just conked out,” I said apologetically, trying to get a hold on my respectable fatherly persona.
“I said don’t worry about Mrs. Amis,” Patty repeated, her hazel eyes still fixed on me. “She’s probably—”
As if on cue, the phone rang. It was Fiona. The rain had been too much, she said, so she decided to turn around and go back to her parents’ house.
“Of course I’d hurry back home if I could,” Fiona said fretfully. “But you know how my eyes are, and it’s just raining so damn hard—”
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