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Finder's Keeper 3/3
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Finder's Keeper (part 3)
by Kneeling Icon
Terry's back arched and she screamed with all her might into the
pillow under her face. For a moment Ted had doubts that this was
what she wanted, but he reassured himself by looking at the scars
from previous cuts, and considering that she had clearly left the
knife on the table with the other toys. With a slight internal shrug,
Ted continued to cut into Terry's butt, drawing the knife blade
until it sunk in perhaps a quarter of an inch. He made the first cut
about as long as the scars, roughly an inch. When he finished the
cut, blood had begun to well up slowly from the incision. A dark but
shiny line formed on the flesh.
Ted was fascinated by his actions, and Terry's responses. He lapsed
into a moment of reflection, replaying the night's events in his mind.
He tried to figure out what it was that attracted Terry to all of
this. Obviously it hurt her greatly; she was not doing this because
she felt no pain. Her scream as the knife sank into her was one of
genuine torture, yet she had endured it before, and actually sought
the pain again. She must like it for some reason, Ted thought.
Slightly to his dismay, he realized that in some feral way, he enjoyed
inflicting this pain upon her. He pondered this unsuspected urge of
his, and concluded that if everyone involved knew what they were doing,
that perhaps it wasn't so bad.
Ted turned back to the work at hand, and decided that Terry needed a
few more cuts. Three, he thought. One more on this side and then two
on the other...That will balance it. He put the knife back down on
Terry's skin, about two inches laterally away from the first cut, and
started in, tenderly but steadily drawing the knife down into her
flesh. Again, Terry buried her face into the pillow and screamed.
This time Ted didn't flinch at all. He finished the cut and withdrew
the knife, allowing Terry a moment of rest before starting the next
cut. Twice more he slid the knife into Terry's ass; each time she
screamed, muffling the sound with the pillow. Each time she subsided
into raw sobs afterwards.
After Ted had finished the fourth cut, he stood back and inspected his
work. Four lines of dark red stood out on Terry's pale skin, one pair
on each cheek. Terry herself was crying quietly, her shoulders
shaking slightly in the candle light. Ted examined the wounds closer.
each cut was clean and straight, seeping blood slowly but steadily. He
knew they would heal easily and quickly. He also knew they hurt like hell.
Ted rinsed off the pocket knife with the alcohol, folded it up and
put it down on the bedside table. He looked back at Terry's shaking
form, wondering what he should do next. I think she's had enough pain
for now, he thought. Maybe she'd like something more pleasant...Ted
picked up the vibrator again and started to tease Terry with it. He
rubbed it in small zigzags down her spine, heading south towards her
crotch. When the tip passed over her butt, Ted dug it in a tiny bit,
pushing aside the cheeks. Terry squirmed and pushed her butt up to
meet the softly buzzing appliance.
Ted noticed this, and recalled her previous reaction to the vibrator's
presence near her anus...He decided that she either liked or wanted to
try anal sex. Ted looked around the room and finally saw a small
bottle of AstroGlide partially hidden behind a candle on the bedside
table. He grabbed it, opened it, and spread a bit on the vibrator.
After he was satisfied that it was sufficiently lubricated, he gently
spread apart the cheeks of Terry's butt with his left hand, and placed
the vibrator against her anus with his right. Terry squirmed
enticingly, and one again raised her butt to press against the
vibrator. Ted took the hint and pressed inward.
Terry sighed appreciatively as the tip pushed apart the ring of
muscle. Ted was surprised at how easily the vibrator entered her.
She's done this before, Ted thought, and I can't say I'm surprised!
Ted continued to slide in the shaft, until he had sunk about two
inches of it into her. He wasn't sure how much he should give her,
but Terry pushed upward with her hips, so he figured she wanted more.
He responded by sinking another inch or so into her, and was rewarded
with a long, low sigh from Terry. Still she pushed upward, so Ted
gave her more, until about 5 or 6 inches were buried. As he gently
and slowly stroked the vibrator into and out of Terry's ass, it
occurred to Ted that she was taking enough of the vibrator that it was
basically the length of his dick that was in her...and he'd always
wanted to try anal sex!
Ted gave her another few seconds with the machine, and then slowly but
steadily withdrew it. She let out a disappointed whimper as the end
of the vibrator left her anus, but Ted knew she'd like what was coming
next! He started to get on top of her, but then had an idea. He took
the vibrator and the alcohol bottle with him into the bathroom, and
started to wash off the buzzing toy. First soap and water, and then a
sterilizing rinse with the alcohol. Then he went back into the
bedroom.
Standing over Terry again, Ted teased her with the vibrator for a
second or two, passing it between her buttocks. Terry raised her butt
as before, but Ted kept going until it was positioned to enter her
vagina. Terry held the position, so Ted sank it in, slowly but
surely, pulling backwards briefly once or twice. Terry finally rested
her hips back on the bed.
Ted climbed onto the bed, kneeling between Terry's legs. He reached
behind his back to the bedside table for the bottle of AstroGlide, and
squirted some onto his dick. After replacing the bottle, he spread
the lubricant evenly over the surface, and positioned himself over
Terry's ass. She sensed what was about to happen, and started
squirming in anticipation. Ted liked the show. Once again he spread
her buttocks with his left hand, and positioned the shaft with his
right. As soon as the tip of his dick was pressed firmly against
Terry's anus, she pressed upwards with her hips, while Ted pressed
down. Her flesh parted again, but this time he felt the warmth and
pressure with his own flesh, instead of the vibrator. Ted decided that
he liked this better than the vicarious mechanical substitute he had
used before.
With several pauses and momentary reversals, Ted sank his whole length
into Terry's ass. He took cues about when to reverse or halt from the
pressure Terry exerted with her hips. Finally Terry's hips rested
against the bed, and Ted's dick was firmly planted in her ass. He
felt her buttocks pressed against his hips, and realized that he had
before him another chance to torture her a bit.
Ted pressed down sharply, and felt his dick sink a little farther into
Terry. He also felt his hips push against her butt. The muscles in
Terry's arm bunched as she strained against her bonds, and she
screamed into her pillow. Ted was unable to tell whether the pain was
from pressure on the incisions in her buttock, or from being
penetrated too far. Either way, Ted was excited by it. He pulled
upward for a moment, and then sank down again. His dick slid back
into place, his hips met her butt, and Terry's body arched in pain.
Ted was definitely aroused by this. He repeated the motion over and
over, with increasing speed and force. Each time Terry screamed or
struggled, but never did she make any indication that she wanted him
to stop.
Finally the stimulation was too much for Ted, and with one titanic
thrust downward, he slammed all of his weight onto her back, sinking
his flesh into hers farther than ever. He endured an orgasm so strong
that it almost hurt. Terry strained so hard against the leather manacles
that he was sure she would snap the buckles. Her scream into the pillow
was so loud that even the feathers didn't muffle it completely. He felt
sure that the neighbors would be calling the police to come investigate
a murder.
Ted rested on Terry's back for a moment, not pressing downward, but
not withdrawing himself. He felt the sweat on her back, and on his
chest. That was some workout, he thought. Terry seemed to be
crying, or perhaps laughing; Ted couldn't be sure. He reached around
with his right hand to caress her face and check for tears. Her face
was soaked with moisture, but her lips felt to be smiling as he ran
his figertips over them. Terry reached out with her tongue to lick his
fingers briefly, reassuring Ted that all was well with her.
For the first time in a time Ted couldn't gauge, Terry spoke. The
relief and pleasure in her voice was unmistakable. "Harv, ummm...you
can take that vibrator out now." It was a gentle reminder, but the
humor in Terry's voice told Ted that she wanted this to be over now.
He took the hint, but slowly, as he arched his back, slowly
withdrawing himself from her body while kissing slowly down her spine.
The sensations of his kisses, his skin peeling from her back, the
relief of pressure from her cuts and the sliding of his only
partially-stiff dick from her anus were enough to push her over the
edge again. Terry moaned, a low throaty sound, and her body shook
with the tremors of her orgasm. Ted continued his slow withdrawal,
prolonging her pleasure for what seemed like forever. When he had
removed himself completely from her body, he started removing the
vibrator, withdrawing it with the same steady speed. Terry continued
shivering in orgasm, amazing Ted with the duration and ferocity. "Oh,
Harvey..." Terry cooed. "I always *thought* you had that in you!"
Ted looked around the room, suddenly aware that he had no idea of how
long he had spent with Terry. He found a clock on her dresser, and
discovered that almost two hours had passed. Oh shit, he thought.
Jennifer will be home any time now! Frantically he started gathering
up his clothes. With another jolt, he realized that he was sweaty and
sticky, which was no way to greet Jenn when she came home. And then
Terry would figure it out for sure! Ohhhhhh, shit....
He ran for the bathroom, intending to shower as fast as he could. As
he left the bedroom, he could hear Terry start to call for "Harv" to
untie her. He felt like an asshole, but he knew he had to leave her
there until Jenn found her. Quickly he washed all the sweat and semen
and other liquids from his body. He wanted to wash his hair but
didn't think he had the time. As fast as possible he dried off, hung
the towel back on the rack, and pulled his clothes back on.
He ran down the hallway to the kitchen, his mind spinning with ideas
of how to get out of this predicament. He decided that the best
course would be to play as if he had never been there. He left
through the front door, making sure to slam it loud enough for Terry
to hear. He went to the elevator and pressed the "down" button,
planning to waste a few minutes before re-entering the apartment. He
was nervous and jumpy. He felt like some sort of criminal. He felt
like he had cheated on both Jennifer *and* Terry. He prayed that
somehow it would all work out...
The elevator arrived, and he took it to the ground floor; he intended
to take a walk around the block before heading back. Agonizingly
slow, the cabin descended, while Ted reviewed his memory of the night.
He had done things he'd never dreamed of doing, with and to a person
he had never suspected would enjoy them. Never had Ted imagined that
he would actually be excited by beating a helpless woman, nor cutting
her, nor fucking her in the ass. A wave of shame came over him, but
immediately it was replaced with the tingling sensation of an
impending erection. He couldn't believe that just the memory was
powerful enough to stimulate him again. Ted realized that he had
discovered a whole new world of sex to explore, and that from that
point on, he would never be able to turn down a chance to do so.
Sometime during these reflections, the elevator door opened. Ted
started to exit, but looked up to see Jennifer fumbling with her keys,
trying to open the front door. Ted threw himself back into the
elevator, hiding in the side of it, behind the button panel. Panic-
stricken, he jabbed at the "15" button, and pleaded with lady luck to
let the elevator doors shut quickly. As they started to close, Ted
heard the lobby door creak open, and Jennifer's voice call out
"Wait...hold the doors!!" He didn't move an inch, nor did he make a
sound until the doors slid shut. He sighed with relief as he felt his
weight increase.
When the elevator doors opened on the 15th floor, Ted walked as calmly
as he could to Jennifer's door, used his key to unlock it, and went
it. Everything looked normal to someone who didn't know what awaited
in the back bedroom. He started fixing dinner.
Several minutes later, Ted heard a key enter the front door's lock,
and then heard then door open. Jennifer came in with a rustle of
her coat and handbag. He heard a sniffing sound. Moments later she
came into the kitchen, smiling. "Hiya, darling! What a nice
surprise! What are you cooking?"
"Szechuan pork, fried dumplings, sizzling rice soup, and whatever else
I can think of between now and then."
"Mmmmmmm...sounds good!" A slightly confused look crossed her lovely
face. She had deep blue eyes, framed by classically beautiful sharp
features. Thick, long, flowing black hair waved everywhere. She
never wore makeup, and didn't need to. Even her lips were naturally
red. Ted could spend hours just watching the way her lips danced when
she smiled or laughed. "Ted, ummmmmmm, Terry was supposed to have
some hot date tonight. Have you seen her?"
This was the moment of truth, Ted thought. "Nope," he lied. "I
just got here a few minutes before you. No sign of her."
"That's strange; she said she'd probably be here all night...I'll go
see if she's back there." Jen walked off, leaving Ted in the kitchen
with a pounding heart. Moments later he heard Jenn knock on the door
to Terry's room. Distantly, the sound of her voice reached him.
"Terry? Are you in there?" He heard her repeat the knock and the
query, and then nothing.
Minutes later, Jenn came back down the hallway, red-faced and
obviously highly embarrassed or upset. Ted almost had to laugh,
imagining her expression when she walked into the bedroom. "What's
up, Jenn?"
Jennifer could barely talk. "Ummm...she was back there." Jenn was
unable to say anything more.
"Why don't you ask her to join us for dinner? There's plenty enough
for three." Ted had cooked for the three of them often enough that
this wasn't unusual.
Jenn blushed even more. "I don't think she'll be sitting down for a
while..."
"What do you mean," Ted asked innocently.
"Let's just say that Terry had a pretty wild date. I don't really
want to go into it right now."
Ted pretended to look puzzled. "Ok...whatever." They chatted idly
while Ted continued to cook. About half an hour later, Terry came out
of her bedroom obviously freshly showered, wearing a long white cloth
bathrobe. Ted noted with some amusement that it was "terry" cloth.
She walked up to the stove, barefooted, and lifted the lid off the
soup pot. "Hey Ted, this smells great!" Jenn drifted away to set the
table with silverware and plates. When she was done, she headed for
her bedroom for some unknown purpose.
As soon as Jenn was out of sight, Terry stood back from the stove,
facing Ted. She levered herself up on tip-toes and wrapped her arms
around Ted's neck in a soft hug. After planting a soft, sisterly kiss
on his cheek, she said softly and seductively into his ear, "Thanks,
Harv...I needed that, and you were *great,* especially for a beginner.
Next time I have a whole closet full of more entertaining toys!"
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