by Powerone
Her toes wiggled in the tight bonds, her hips bounced up and down as if they were mock fucking as Keri tried to fight him, Kevin enjoying the obscene spread of her legs. He had never seen a girl so close up, not even his current girlfriend, knowing that he would soon get more of a view, his hands free to explore her body at will, Keri unable to stop him from doing anything he wanted. Kevin knew the rules. Michael had only told him that he couldn't fuck her, but he hadn't said that he couldn't masturbate her. In fact Michael had almost insisted that he make her cum, but only after he had shaved her pussy. He secured the rope, letting loose of the spreader bar, watching with glee as Keri brought her legs up, her knees bending, hoping to hide her treasures from his eyes.
She brought her legs up, but the spreader bar kept her open and available, her knees trying to bend inward to hide her sex, but the ropes kept her spread wide, the bar unyielding in keeping her open. She was panting heavily now, trying to get enough air through her nostrils, the gag stopping the flow of air threw her mouth. She finally surrendered, her breasts heaving, her body coated with a thin coat of sweat. Her legs collapsed, limp on the bed, spread wide. She watched as Kevin moved next to her on the bed, his hands sliding up the inside of one thigh, her muscles tightening as his calloused fingers slide over her silky flesh, moving higher toward her wide open sex. She shivered, feeling the inexperienced hands of the boy on her pussy, inwardly groaning in shame. Keri was just learning to accept Michael's touch and the boy's clumsy and groping hands fondling her pussy was almost more then she could stomach.
He couldn't believe his luck, his fingers pulling open her pussy lips, excited as he glimpsed inside, the flesh so pink. “Can you get wet for me?” His finger slid up and down her slit, her hips moving again as she tried to shift away from his intimate touch. Kevin's head moved down to one of her breasts, Keri gasping as his lips engulfed one hard nipple in his mouth, sucking it deep into his mouth, his tongue dancing over the trapped tip.
He was openly masturbating her, his mouth suckling her breast, his tongue dancing over her nipple. She suddenly caught a glimpse of her naked body in the mirror above the bed, looking as if it were happening to someone else, the finger sliding up and down her slit, her naked and spread body open to his fondling. She saw her hips moving, her toes curled, not realizing the pleasure his mouth and fingers were bringing to her, Keri ashamed that she could be aroused so easily by the boy. “MMMMM,” her ass arching up from the bed, his finger found her pussy moist and open, Keri finding her pussy suddenly impaled on a calloused finger that twisted and turned inside her. He wasn't like Michael, Kevin's hands immature and inexperienced, his fingernail painfully nicking her tender inner walls, his teeth biting her nipple too hard. And yet she still responded, the bondage arousing her, remembering back when Brad took advantage of her body while she was bound.
Kevin couldn't believe it, but she was fucking back, her pussy gripping his finger almost possessively, her nipple swelling bigger as he nibbled on the rubbery tip, his teeth grinding back and forth over it. Keri's back arched as if she were feeding more of her tit into his mouth. “Such a wet, tight pussy. I think you'd cum for me now, but you're going to have to wait until I shave you. You'll be surprised at the feeling when your hair is gone, your flesh so much more sensitive to my touch. Especially on your mound."
She felt empty when his finger pulled out of her pussy, Keri looking in the mirror, her pussy lips glistening with her juices, Keri tugging on the spreader bar, wanting some relief between her legs. Kevin looked at her, lacing a rope through a ring in the center of the spreader bar. He smiled as he threaded it up the wooden beam in the canopy, taking up the slack until Keri felt a tug on the bar. NO! He wasn't going to pull her legs up, hang her up like a piece of meat. She shook her head back and forth in protest. “GGGGMMM,” Keri wishing the gag didn't silence her protests.
"Up you go.” Kevin tugged on the end of the rope, the slack taken up, pulling hard as the spreader bar began to rise, Keri's spread legs along with it. He watched her spread pussy as the bar rose higher and higher in the air, her ass almost leaving the bed before he tied the rope off. Her legs were now at a 90 degree angle and out of the way, high up, bending Keri's naked body, her sex exposed for shaving. “Feel a bit of a draft?” Kevin kidded Keri.
She slumped down in the bondage, her body already drained, Kevin bringing the bowl and the tools to the foot of the bed. She panicked when she saw the scissors, the shiny metal pointed and sharp.
Kevin saw the panic in her eyes when he moved close to her, the scissors in his hand. “I've got to cut the some of the hairs, then I'll get down to shaving that lovely mound bald.” It took less than a minute, Keri's hairs cut, falling between her open legs. He peered at her pussy, her bush no longer hiding her treasures. He brought the water and shaving cream closer. The shaving cream shot out onto his fingers, feeling Keri flinch when he touched her pussy again, this time lathering it from the final shaving. He picked up the straight razor. “I sharpened it before I came in. You're going to have to hold real still to make sure I don't nip you.” He instilled the fear in her, her body would be his for the plundering, Keri afraid of moving no matter what he did. He started at the top of her pubic hair, slicing in broad strokes down over her puffy lips, the hairs slicing off with precision.
Keri shivered when his fingers touched her with the shaving cream, lathering her bush. Her body tensed when he picked up the straight razor, her muscles refusing to move as he moved close to her mound. His fingers touched her intimately, the razor edge racing down her lips, Keri feeling a gentle tug as the sharp blade cut off all her hairs. She watched in the mirror as he moved to the other side, quick swipes, too quick for Keri, her hairs gone in a second, pale white skin left in the wake of the razor. “MMMM,” panicking as his finger pulled out one pussy lip, stretching it out far, the razor slicing along the edge, so close to her tender insides. The other lip was next, Kevin pulling it out farther than he needed, Keri winched as he tugged on it, then the swoosh of the razor as it shaved her bald.
Kevin loved the way he could touch her with immunity, her bound spread legs leaving her helpless. He made short work of her hair, shaving her bald. He took the warm washcloth, wiping the excess shaving cream from her mound, lingering between her lips as he cleaned her off. His fingers inspected her closely, fingertips running along the edge of her slit, sliding inside, finding her soaked. He picked up some baby oil, rubbing it on her mound. “Don't want you to get razor burn,” he teased Keri. His finger slid between her lips, rubbing the oil down to her pussy. His slick finger pushed against her opening, her pussy eagerly accepting it inside her, her hips jerking as he impaled her. “Yes, hot and tight. You haven't been fucked much.” One finger became two, twisting and turning inside her, Kevin watching her face contort in ecstasy as he slowly masturbated her.
He was inside her, his fingers filling her, Keri wet with desire. The bondage turned her on, in spite of Kevin doing it. She hated Michael for allowing him to do this to her, but his fingers didn't fail to ignite her lust. His fingers plundered her without restraint, Keri tightening on them as they twisted and turned inside her. “GGGGHH,” his other hand moved up her slit, finding her clit hard and swollen, a calloused fingertip rubbing the oil over its head, back and forth as Keri's hips tried to move. She was ready to cum. Humiliated, but still aroused. She found herself empty, Kevin slipping his fingers from her pussy, Keri wanting so bad to cum. Her eyes pleaded with him.
"Not finished yet Keri. Just a bit more shaving to do.” Kevin smiled at her with an evil glint in his eye. Michael told him he could explore all of her body and he was not going to miss the chance. He untied the rope holding her spread legs, her ass slowly sinking back into the mattress. He pulled the rope towards her head, stringing it across the wooden beam high at the foot of the bed. He began to pull the tight taut, the spreader bar pulling Keri's legs back towards her head.
"MMMGGHHH,” Keri finding her legs pulled almost over her head, her ass ro
lling up. He couldn't be thinking of that, it was too cruel. Her legs pulled farther and farther back, her back straining as her spread legs were yanked unceremoniously over her head. Her sex was open, even more than before, the mirror reflecting back the stark reminder that her mound was bare. Bare as a ten year old girl. But as her legs pulled back even farther she realized what Kevin was doing. Her ass was being wrenched up and back, her cheeks yanked harshly apart by the spreader bar. Even when Keri tightened her cheeks, it failed to hide the most intimate part of her body. Her tiny wrinkled hole winked back at her in the mirror. Her anus was completely exposed to Kevin and his eyes bore into her backside.
Her body jerked when his hands touched her cheeks, enjoying the way her muscles tightened, but she couldn't stop his eyes from feasting deep between her spread cheeks to gaze at her lovely asshole. He had never seen a girl's asshole, especially the way Keri's was exposed to him. His fingers crept towards her asshole, her body jerking, but doing little to stop his progress. He pressed his fingers on both sides of the wrinkled anal bud, pressing his fingers into her flesh. “I thought so,” he exclaimed so proudly. “Little errant hairs. Michael would be disappointed if I didn't take care of them.” He got the shaving cream, making an elaborate production of lathering up his fingers, seeing Keri's eyes cringe as he moved between her legs again.
She braced herself, but she couldn't even fathom the feeling when his fingers began to rub the shaving cream between her cheeks, sliding up and down her crack, stopping only to tease her anus, his fingers pushing harder on her anal ring. “GGGGUUUUU,” crying out in despair as Kevin picked up the straight razor, Keri's body tensing up as he approached her ass. Her anus fluttered, the strange tingling of the mentholated shaving cream making her anus go into a series of spasms. She froze when the blade touched her ass, the slim blade feeling like a shovel as it slid over the ridge of her anus. Back and forth the blade slid, Keri sure that Kevin was doing it on purpose now, wanting to prolong her agony as she waited for the nick she was sure was coming.
"I got everything,” Kevin taking the warm washcloth to her spread ass, the soft cloth rubbed up and down her crack until all the cream was washed away. “Now I need to oil it. Real good!” He couldn't wait, his slick fingers rubbing up and down her crack, teasing all around her anus as her body shuddered each time he came near the tiny hole. He couldn't believe how small it was. How could a cock fit into such a tiny hole? He could tell by the look on Keri's face that she hated him touching her, but that failed to deter him from exploring her newly shaved treasures.
"MMMGGG,” the finger pressuring on her anus, Keri able to feel his heartbeat in the tip of his finger. No, he wouldn't do that! His finger teased her anus, sending tremors deep in her guts. He was making wider and wider circles around her anus, the pressure increasing as his finger became more insistent. It burned, his finger breaching her backside, the slick fingertip boring into her soul as it entered her rectum, pressing hard against the muscles as she fought her clenching muscles. It felt terrible, her anal ring stretched tightly over his knuckle, his finger feeling like a tiny animal that burrowed into her guts. She couldn't do anything, her body flailing as the spreader bar bounced nosily, Keri's hips having no place to go, only driving the finger in and out of her contracting hole.
"God, I never felt anything so hot and tight. It's like a furnace, your muscles clinging to my finger so tight.” He twisted his finger in deeper. “You like that, don't you Keri? You like a finger in your tight little asshole.” His cock swelled at the thought of sodomizing the bound girl, wishing that Michael hadn't forbid it. He explored her asshole for long minutes, throaty moans from Keri's bound mouth her only protest as he explored her so intimately. He pushed hard into the soft walls of her guts, pressing against her rectum as her muscles strained to push his finger back out.
She couldn't do anything but suffer his cruel fingering, the tip of his finger never leaving, her anus stretched wide. She never felt so ashamed as she did now, the young boy with his finger up her ass. It seemed like hours, his finger never stopping, moving in and out of her anus, his finger slick with oil. Finally he pulled out, Keri feeling her anal ring stay open before it slapped shut, strange spasms racing up and down her guts.
Kevin went back to masturbating Keri, her eyes widening as he shoved two fat fingers in her pussy without any warning, her hips trying to rise up, Kevin not sure if she were trying to escape or welcome them. He began to finger fuck the lovely bound girl, her pussy accepting his fingers, her muscles clenching on them. He touched her clit, a soft moan from her lips as her eyes closed, her face showing her acceptance to be masturbated. “Are you going to cum nicely for me Keri?” His other hand peeled back her clit hood, the hard button red and inflamed, snapping a fingernail over the sensitive bud, Keri's eyes opening wide in shock. “Keep your eyes open. I want to see them when you cum for me.” He liked the control he had over her, an older girl naked and at his disposal. His girlfriend would have to satisfy his lust tonight, Kevin wishing Michael would train her like Keri.
She had no choice, wanting to cum so badly, Kevin taking her almost to the edge than letting her down. She needed to cum so bad, her legs aching, feeling like she was being split up the middle. She tugged at the ropes, feeling the pain as they dug into her flesh. She hated it and loved it at the same time. She began to concentrate on the fingers that fucked her body, her juices flowing naturally as the fingers slid in and out of her pussy. “NNNGHGGG,” she cried out, finding her anus impaled on a fat finger from the same hand that was in her pussy. All of them fucked in and out, her anus set into flutters as the knuckle of his finger rubbed harshly over her anal ring as it pushed in, stretching wide to accept the hard knuckle, finding her anus impaled deeply by the finger. She still couldn't stop the orgasm that was already rippling through her body, his fingers extracting such pleasure from her bound body, her hips jerking back and forth, the spreader bar banging noisily as Keri came all over Kevin's fingers. She was at least glad that he wouldn't hear her cry out in pleasure, in spite of her anus speared by his finger. The pleasure raced through her pussy, her nipples swelling, her brain failing to register the cruel finger that was up her asshole. The orgasm overcame the pain, sweat breaking out on Keri's body as she tightened her pussy on the fingers that continued to fuck her as she came, the pleasure increasing as they plunged in and out of her pussy without restraint. She thought she would never stop cumming, Kevin's fingers driving such feeling from her body in spite of her asshole being impaled, as if a bar was shoved up her backside.
Kevin hated to let her loose, but he had a girlfriend to find, his cock so hard that his balls ached for release. He untied her, Keri making no effort to cover her naked body, too exhausted. He left her along, curled up on the bed, one last look at the lovely ass. If only he could convince his girlfriend to let him sodomize her. He would have to work on that.
It took Keri almost a half an hour before she could get up, taking a shower, inspecting her bald mound, even running a finger over her anus as she washed up. The shower refreshed her, the shame of being masturbated by a young boy quickly vanishing from her mind, her thoughts going back to Michael. She went back into the bedroom after the shower, finding clothes laid out for her, a note from Michael. It read, I have some work to do this afternoon, but I would love to join you for dinner. Your patio tonight. Seven o'clock. Michael.
She read it over and over again, trying to read more into it than it said. Would he fuck her tonight? Is that why they were eating on her patio? Would he inspect her shorn pussy before dinner? Her mind was filled with such thoughts all day.
CHAPTER 8
Performing but for Whom
She ate breakfast alone, Michael had already left, Keri hearing the helicopter as it landed and took off a short while later. She lay out on the patio, enjoying the clear crisp morning. It was as if she didn't have a care in the world. It was so surreal. Michael was taking care of her, pampering her, his kisses exciting her more than she cared
to admit. Was she falling in love with him? Was he falling in love with her? And than there was the sexual part of the relationship. In only a few short days, Michael had demanded more from her than she had ever given to a man before. Or more to the point, Michael took from her, Keri having no say in what he wanted from her. The rope, the bondage gave her the excuse she needed, forced by him, she had no free will over her own body, Michael taking her whenever and however he wanted. And she couldn't kid herself, her numerous orgasms proved that making any protest of her treatment would ring false. How far would she go? How far would Michael push her?
The house was almost empty, Keri glad that she didn't run into Kevin, not sure if she could face him without turning beat red in shame. She reached down, her hand running over her mound, a strange tingling as she touched the bare flesh beneath her skirt. She saw Derek riding off on a large black horse into the distance, the powerful horse kicking up a trail of dust behind him, Derek bent over it as he mastered the large animal. She walked over to the barn, the door creaking open as she stepped into the large open enclosure. The smell of horses filled the room, not an unpleasant smell. She had ridden a horse when she was younger, her Father letting her take riding lessons each week. She was actually quite an accomplished rider, though she hadn't ridden for many years, ever since marrying Jim.
