One room down, three to go.
A FIST FULL OF FUN
Dominique James
Julia waited impatiently for Siobhan to come in from work. The hot summer day had made her excited and needy. Lounging on a towel in the garden just made it worse, and her own fingers had quickly grown tired of waiting for Siobhan’s and had taken on a life of their own between her legs. It was good of the boss to let her out early in anticipation of her birthday the next day. Now she needed lovemaking. No, more basic than that. She needed fucking. Licking. Sucking.
And she needed possessing. Soon. Now. After all, the cuffs were only in the bedside table, not far away. And that garden swing seat looked very firm. And Siobhan had to be home soon. It was risky – what would happen if they got broken into or something? But that risk just made everything better. Julia skipped up the stairs and came back with the handcuffs, plus a little secret something from their shared knicker drawer – one of Siobhan’s tiny black thongs. On the way back out through the kitchen she stopped at the first-aid cabinet long enough to pick up a reel of surgical tape they kept there. They’d never used it for its true purpose, but it was almost empty from more exciting uses.
Next to the swing, Julia slipped off her bikini top and hurled it well out of reach. She put the cuffs on her wrists and fastened the left to the top left bar of the swing seat. Then she hurled the key after her top, hearing it tinkle on the patio. The thong dried her saliva as she pressed it into her mouth and secured it there with the tape. One more click and she was there, waiting for her lover. Captive. Nearly naked. Just how they liked it.
Usually, Siobhan asked Julia what she wanted for her birthday. Their intimate live-in relationship was seven years strong now and growing more intense with time. Birthdays were a time of fun, of giving and of taking. When they first got together they were inexperienced teenagers for whom a lesbian kiss was the height of eroticism and excitement. That excitement had not faded one jot. If anything it had grown, as the teenagers had grown into confident young women.
Back in those early days they hid their love for each other. Their parents’ disapproval was bad enough, and once both sets had realized this wasn’t some passing phase they’d grow out of, the girls were shown the door and told never to come back.
“Fine.” They’d bravely shrugged to each other. “They’re crap parents anyway.”
By chance they found somewhere to live, thanks to a friend of Siobhan who had picked up a five-year contract in Saudi Arabia and needed a reliable house-sitter. Two young lesbians were fine with him. “Better than some lager louts,” he had said.
Both girls had good jobs and both were good at what they did, so money, especially as accommodation was rent free, was never a problem. Life was good. They’d come home from work excited by whatever had happened that day and fall into bed together, spending endless hours feeding on each other’s emotions and each other’s body. Only as their relationship developed did their more secret desires surface and – thankfully – they couldn’t have been more compatible.
Siobhan needed to be in control. Julia needed to be out of control. Or, rather, under control.
Not many days passed when Julia wasn’t subdued in one way or another. She was fine with it, enjoying dedicating herself to her lover, spending long hours with her mouth glued to Siobhan’s pussy when other, normal couples would be watching TV. Sometimes Siobhan retuned the favor. Julia loved being on the receiving end of oral sex, but it was not essential. Siobhan’s needs came first. As did Siobhan.
At nights, Julia was usually tethered in some way, from a pair of handcuffs on a foot or a wrist to full spreadeagled bondage.
But this time was the day, in full brightness. She gave an experimental tug on the cuffs. They wouldn’t come open, she knew that, but liked to enjoy and reinforce that certainty. This was heady stuff – she really was captive and there was nothing at all she could do. Any emergency, any intruder . . . tough. The very idea of someone walking in was an excitement in itself. Not that she wanted it. Not really. Julia was a private person.
So she waited without choices or even any idea of how long the wait would be. She hoped Siobhan would like her gift. Her pre-birthday gift. What better gesture could there be than giving yourself on your birthday? How selfless was that?
Nevertheless Julia liked presents and, having little else to do, she fell to wondering if Siobhan had a surprise gift for her. No matter how selfless she wanted to be and hoped to be, she still liked receiving presents and would squeal with girlish glee when it was truly a surprise she hadn’t guessed.
A noise roused her from her reverie. The front door. Siobhan tossing her keys on the phone table as she always did. Calling out her name with no hint of the anticipation that would be there if she only knew. Julia was glad she’d gagged herself so she couldn’t reveal her position; Siobhan would have to discover her.
The grin when she eventually appeared was satisfaction in itself. The game was on. Siobhan went into play mode.
“Hi, Julia,” she started. “Hot, isn’t it?”
Julie mumbled into the gag and nodded.
“I need a cold drink. Want one?” and she was gone, back inside, leaving Julia stranded there. An immediate affirmation of who was in control. She took her time, too, making Julia wait until she was ready, then finally coming back out, this time in her own hastily contrived bikini pants, otherwise known as just her thong. Almost identical to the one filling Julia’s mouth in fact. The glasses of water clinked and cracked as the ice cubes thawed.
This time she didn’t wait. Siobhan put one drink down on a planter, then drained the other before advancing on Julia, crooking her fingers and pressing them down Julia’s bikini bottoms and as far inside her as they would go, until the pressure was lifting Julia and she had to stand on tiptoes. No checking for lubrication – she already guessed there’d be plenty of that – just lifting her up until Julia’s own weight was applying the pressure right along her length from vagina to clitoris. Siobhan bent her head to suckle her nipples as Julia slid backwards and forwards on the invading hand. She just knew that Siobhan wouldn’t let her climax. She’d want to tease her as she always did. Yet today appeared to be the exception. Julia was losing herself now to the sensations within and without. Siobhan was going to keep her hand there, she wasn’t moving, but Julia was going to actually . . .
“Aaaggghh!” she screamed from one of the fastest orgasms she ever remembered having. Siobhan kept her hand in place as Julia jerked out her spasms and finally came to rest, feeling light-headed from the power of it all.
Finally, Siobhan took her hand away, leaving Julia feeling empty and wet. She wiped the sticky residue over Julia’s face as Julia tried to calm her breathing.
“I bet you need that drink now.” Her lover smiled.
She picked up the glass but made no attempt to take off the gag. Instead, she held it above Julia’s head and slowly poured. Julia squealed as the ice-cold water ran down her body and back, soaking her hair and her crumpled bikini.
“Better?” Siobhan grinned.
Julia stared daggers at her but they both knew there was no real malice or anger.
“See you later then,” Siobhan told her. “I have to go and prepare your birthday surprise, but, to be honest, I’m feeling a bit sexy so I’ll probably get my toys out and play for a while.”
She knew what she was doing, of course – Julia loved to masturbate her and now she wouldn’t be allowed to; she’d have to stay there in the full knowledge of what Siobhan was going to be up to. She watched Siobhan walk back into the house and, a few moments later, looked up as she heard the bedroom window being pushed open. A few more minutes and she could make out the buzz and Siobhan’s moans. Fancy being jealous of a piece of vibrating plastic.
Siobhan left Julia in the garden until it was dusk and starting to cool. “We don’t want the midges to eat you,” she said as she unfastened the cuffs. Unfastened them long enough to refasten them behind Julia’s bac
k and lead her upstairs to their bed. The gag stayed in place until the morning.
“Happy birthday, lover.” Siobhan woke her as another day’s sunshine shone through the window.
She pulled off the gag and – eventually – took off the cuffs before making love to Julia, using lots of her oh-my-God kisses and ending up in an energetic sixty-nine.
“Ready for your birthday surprise?” she asked when they were coming down from their shared peak.
“Yes, course.” Julia grinned, with still no clue as to what it might be.
“Right, so you don’t catch a secret peek before we’re ready, I’m going to blindfold you,” Siobhan said.
Julia should have questioned her rather careless use of the word “we”.
Minutes later, Julia was more securely blindfolded than she’d ever been, the pads of the blindfold – they had plenty they brought back from long-haul flights – held to her skin with more surgical tape. More tape than had been left, so Siobhan must have bought some in for her day.
When she couldn’t see anything, not even a glimmer of light, Siobhan set about tying her spreadeagled to the bed, using what felt like soft silk scarves – certainly they felt gentle, though Julia’s usual just-to-make-sure tugs showed her they were firmly in place and there would be no escape. She was covered up with the duvet and Siobhan left the bedroom. Julia waited for her present.
In the way losing one sense can heighten others, Julia became aware of unfamiliar noises from downstairs. Talking of some kind. The TV maybe, or the kitchen radio? Yet she knew deep down there were people there. What people? What the hell was going on?
Then Siobhan was back. After another powerful kiss she spoke. “You know I love you, don’t you?” she asked.
Stupid question, thought Julia. “Yes, of course I do,” she answered. They had an arrangement that “I love you” shouldn’t have an obligatory “I love you” reply. They said it when they wanted to, because they meant it, never because it was expected.
“Am I a jealous lover?” Siobhan asked her.
“A bit,” Julia answered, then added, “But I don’t mind. It shows me you do love me.”
“Well, now I’m going to put all jealousy aside, just because I want to show you how much I love you. Downstairs are some of our friends. They will come up and see you—”
“Like this?” Julia reacted.
“Yes, like this,” came Siobhan’s reply.
“But I’m . . .”
“Naked and bound. And you love it.” Siobhan paused for a second or two. “They’ll come and see you when they want, not when you want, in ones, twos and threes. They will make love to you. They may punish you. Sometimes I’ll be with them, other times not. Today you will be brought to peak upon peak of sexual bliss until you think you can take no more. I’ll do it because I want to show you how much I love you, and you’ll do it to show me the same. Happy birthday, Julia.”
“Thank you, darling,” Julia replied. What else was there to say?
But the embarrassment. She was shy enough about people seeing her in a bikini, let alone naked and bound. She could appeal to Siobhan’s better nature, but she knew that would be useless. Siobhan was already leaving. Julia heard the door close and listened to the thump of her own heartbeat. Just when she thought it was calming, she heard footsteps climbing the stairs.
The door squeaked lightly as it was opened. Julia could sense someone there. She listened. The bed gave as someone sat at her side.
“Happy birthday, Julia,” said a delicate female voice.
“Hannah?” she said automatically.
“Aww, you guessed.”
Hannah was one of the girls they met frequently. She lived a couple of streets away with her partner Monica, and it was unusual to find them apart. But, of course, they weren’t apart.
“Monica?” Julia said quietly, trying to sense where she might be.
“Happy birthday, love,” came her voice from near the doorway.
“OK, Siobhan’s had her joke now, you can . . .” started Julia, but further talk was silenced with a sensuous kiss, full on, mouth to mouth. As she tried to make sense of it, she felt the duvet being pulled from her. Hands – four hands – started to stroke her body, using delicate fingertips that made her shiver. It was Hannah, she guessed from her position, who was molding her breasts, while Monica’s hands were at her belly, stroking ever closer to where her parted legs joined. She flinched automatically, trying to close her legs to protect herself, but the silk tie held firm and Monica’s fingers found her opening and slipped gently inside. Her other hand concentrated on her clitoris, which rapidly came out to say hello.
While the kissing continued on her mouth, Monica moved her hands away and took to kissing the tops of her thighs, agonizingly staying away from the center of her pleasure until, quite suddenly, she licked from anus to clitoris in one smooth rasping movement that had Julia struggling to breathe into Hannah’s mouth. She gasped into Hannah as Monica plunged in, her intent to bring Julia off as quickly as possible evident by the intensity of her oral ministrations. Hannah, meanwhile, ended the kiss and moved slightly. Julia could only imagine what she was doing until she climbed astride Julia’s prone and captive form, moving up until she could sit astride her friend’s face. Julia inhaled aroused woman and moments later tasted the tang of lubrication coating her lips.
Julia, driven crazy by Monica’s expertise, put out her tongue and licked. This was crazy, completely crazy. She’d only ever had any kind of sexual contact with Siobhan and now here she was in an orgy of lesbian lust, with Siobhan not even there. All around were sounds of sex, from Monica’s moans, the vibrations felt as much as the sounds heard, and Hannah’s gasps and groans as she slid her pussy over Siobhan’s frantically licking tongue.
While most of her was lost to the excitement, a tiny part was evaluating what was going on, as if she were a spectator even though she couldn’t see, and she wondered how well she was doing. She was in love with Siobhan, and vice versa, so the quality of their lovemaking and techniques was a mutual and private thing. It had never been tested before, and now it was.
Which is why she was quietly pleased with herself as Hannah suddenly crashed into a climax, holding her head and pressing down hard as she bucked and screamed.
Then it was all change. Monica stopped just as Julia herself was so desperately close. Hannah made way for her own lover and Monica made great play of licking and sucking Hannah’s juices from Julia’s face before feeding her a naked breast, the nipple hard and rubbery. Hannah, meanwhile, had occupied the space Monica had vacated, but not with her tongue: Julia felt the gentle stab of manicured fingernails on her labia, followed by the smooth insertion of two fingers deep inside, sliding along her inner passage effortlessly thanks to the copious fluids she had produced.
“I’m going to try it,” Julia heard Hannah say, and immediately Monica moved away.
Try what? Julia wondered, listening and waiting for clues.
The fingers inside her moved continually, scraping her vaginal walls when her clitoris was what really wanted attention. But Hannah was ignoring that, preferring instead to penetrate, to explore, to impale. A third finger joined the first two with almost no additional effort or discomfort, then a fourth, until, blissfully, Julia could feel pressure where she so desperately needed it from the natural hollow where Hannah’s thumb joined her hand. Julia bucked against it, grasping for her orgasm, only to be denied again as Hannah turned her hand to move her thumb away.
It was then Julia realized what they were going to try. “No, please, you can’t . . .” she started as she felt Hannah’s thumb being tucked in between her fingers. The hand moved forwards, inwards, expanding her, filling her, stretching her, until the widest part of the knuckles prevented further progress. Hannah stopped pressing for a moment or two, and Julia strained to hear what muffled voices were saying. She felt something cold on her labia, some kind of cream that another hand – she guessed Monica’s – smoothed all ar
ound the invader.
Then the pressure started anew – gentle yet firm pressure, Hannah’s hand twisting and turning and screwing into her. Suddenly something gave. It felt as if her pussy had decided to grab the hand that was being pressed inexorably into it, sucking it completely inside. She screamed out; she had never felt so incredibly full. An entire hand inside her, alive and under someone else’s control. Through the buzz filling her head, Julia heard laughter as the pair watched and congratulated themselves on what they’d achieved.
“Get my phone,” she heard Hannah say. “I want a picture of this.”
Julia’s embarrassment was complete. She was helpless, invaded, out of control and no doubt looking a wreck, and they were now taking photos of her. Photos they could keep or even share with others. Thank God the blindfold gave her at least some disguise.
“Let me try now,” Monica said after a few synthesized camera clicks.
The occupying hand was slowly withdrawn and replaced by another. It was easier this time, and curiously different. Meanwhile, Hannah moved herself round to the top of the bed, taking Julia’s hand and arranging her fingers to press them inside herself. Something was going on between the pair, too, judging from their gasps. Julia felt she’d almost been forgotten as the two lovers kissed and moaned, with only the flexing of the hand inside her and the use of her own fingers to pleasure Hannah as reminders.
After maybe ten minutes, they turned their attention back to her. Someone – she quickly lost track of which girl was which – settled back onto her face, but facing her feet this time. The head lowered to lick at her in a sixty-nine position while someone else still filled her with a fist. The licking tongue was joined by another, licking around the invading hand and all around her clitoris and labia. They finished her off by somehow both licking her clitoris at the same time, giving her an orgasm like never before; one that made her actually cry.
After they left, someone else came in. No word was said before she felt the sting of a lash of some kind across her belly, coinciding with a swoosh of whatever was being used on her. This anonymous torturer kept at it, lashing her breasts, belly and thighs without saying a single word and without any other contact whatsoever. She felt like an inanimate target for someone’s frustration, despite the fact she was screaming out, crying and pleading for it to end.
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