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How to Keep Hips From Moving
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Subject: how to keep hips from moving
Date: 29 Jun 91 01:50:09 GMT
Lines: 290
I was quite happy on this Saturday night. I hadn't been able to come over
to Beth's place in a while, classes had been pretty hectic for the both of us.
Seeing your girlfriend during the day just AIN'T the same as seein' her at
night.
I smiled as we walked down the stairs to her room, as she lived in the
basement. Beth is 5'9", with green eyes and long flowing red hair that caught
the light just right. I suggested her braiding it a few times, since I like
the look of braided hair, but she just hadn't gotten around to doing it yet.
We'ld been goin' out for. . .a year now. She was wearing white pumps, and a
long blue skirt which matched her blue blouse. She had just done her nails.
I had some idea something was planned for tonight. Beth's thoughts always
showed on her face. I snapped back to reality. Beth was explaining how her two
housemates had left for the weekend.
As we entered her room, she lit her assorted candles and turned off the
lights. "Time doesn't exist here." She said, unplugging the clock. The display
blanked. We smiled and hugged in the flickering candlelight. I started to rub
her back. I felt it sag beneath my fingers. "You seem tense. Would you like
a massage?"
"Yes. Thanks." As she rolled over face down onto her spare bed. She had
a spare one only because she found an intact one being thrown out. She's not
the only University student who likes picking up things like that. I took off
my shoes and socks and straddled her thighs. I kneaded her skin through her
shirt, feeling it loosen and melt under my fingers. I noticed that she wasn't
wearing a bra. I smiled. This makes the massage SO much easier for me and more
comfortable for her.
Eventually my hands slid under her top, gently lifting it up her body.
Beth looked so comfortable that she could fall asleep. When the shirt reached
her armpits, Beth bent up and finished taking it off, as the massage continued.
I liked giving massages almost as much as she liked receiving them. They're so
romantic.
At once she started to come awake and smile. She rolled over onto her
back, with me still straddled over her thighs. I stopped the massage, but got
her idea as she wordlessly held my wrists, and led my hands to her breasts.
Beth's breasts are average sized, but nicely perky and firm. I smiled
as thoughts of playing with them entered my head. As I started to massage
her breasts, she took off my shirt. I felt her breasts stiffen and rise
underneath my fingers. I flicked one of her nipples. Beth gasped. I lightly
pinched one, pulling it, then let it go. Again she gasped. With both hands
I started lightly flicking her nipples. I knew she liked it when I did this.
I stopped and looked back and forth between her breasts. Beth knew what this
meant. I was deciding which one looked ripe. Left. I leaned down and licked
the edges of her breast, slowly encircling it, spiraling upwards. I then got
to the top, as she gasped in delight. I gave it a few playfull flicks with my
tongue. Each one go the desired gasp from Beth. As I continued, my mind
wandered. Beth was acting odd. She was QUITE happy to see me and with what I
was doing, but she wasn't doing anything of her own. Usually I couldn't keep
her away if I had wanted to!
She seemed to be quite happy with me massaging her breasts, but as time
went on, one of my hands strayed down to her jeans. "Yes." She moaned.
I undid the zipper and touched. She wasn't wearing any panties.
Shocked, I said "YOU seem to come prepared!" "Come? Not yet." I couldn't tell
if she was joking or oblivious of the outside world in her pleasure.
Hey, if she's enjoying it THIS much, I might as well continue. I wondered
what the evening had in store. Grim prospects. Oh well, SHE'LL be happy at
least. I was laying along side of her in our favorite postition for this: Her
face up, me on her right. My left arm was over her right shoulder, and under
her head, with my hand holding her left wrist. My right foot was pushing
against her left calf, while my right arm and tongue were free to go as they
pleased. And they DID please!
My finger wandered down to her crotch. She was prepared, RATHER wet. My finger
went about pleasing her with it's rythmic motions. Eh, why not? I slid down
on her, my tongue leaving a wet trail. When it reached her belly button, Beth
got the idea. She stared and gasped. I loved being the reason she did that.
I probed her sex with my tongue, remebering fondly the first time that she
shaved it. Fondly for the BOTH of us. I made sure to examine each and every
crevice. Too bad that my tongue tired before she did. I slid back up, my
finger taking the honored spot of pleasure, as my tongue went about batting her
nipples between my teeth. The batting excited her more than nipple nibbling.
After short order, her body tensed, then relaxed. Oh well, so Beth's orgasms
weren't too visually breathtaking. She enjoys them. Unfortunatly she's never
orgasmed with someone inside of her, despite my attempts.
Beth's kiss on my lips brought me out of my dreaming. My mouth responded,
as my tongue made explorations of her mouth. As I went to hug her, my hands
brushed her breasts. "Yes!" she gasped. What the hell. I'll go for it again.
I slunk back onto my side, continuing to please her body. I don't get any
sexual pleasure out of fingering her, but watching her gasp in pleasure IS
sorta fun! This time took a little longer, but after. . Oh well,the clock is
unplugged. She stiffened yet again, relaxed, and gave me a gracious hug as she
collapsed into my arms.
We kissed in the candlelight. Her red hair caught the light spectacularly.
She was pretty. "I love you." I wispered. "I love you too, Marc. I think
it's time for bed." she replied sleepily. We got up from the spare bed, and
headed over to the comfortable one.
As the realization that it was done for the evening was arriving, Beth
straightened up and gave me a knowing, awake smile. "Now it's YOUR turn."
I smiled nervously. I like surprises. She laid me down in the middle of the
bed. Beth reached up to the top legs of the bed and pulled out cuffs made of
cotton and nylon webbing. They were attached to each leg of the bed by a strap
of nylon webbing. She strapped down my arms. She smiled and walked down to the
foot of the bed, pulling two pieces of fabric out from underneath the mattress.
They were already tied to the foot of the bed. She had planned for THIS one.
She pulled my ankles together and tied them there. I tried pulling them up.
They were secure. "I have to go and change" she said, giving me an impish
grin, and dissappearing into the next room, where the bathroom and her clothes
were. I pulled on my arms and my legs. I was held down firmly. I smiled.
As she left, I noticed that she put in three screw eyes into the bed.
She'ld gotten a junky mattress, and screwed the three screw eyes through it.
One was at each hip, and one was under my crotch. I didn't know what she was
planning, but so far I liked it!
As I heard undiscernable noises in the next room, I tried to imagine what
she would be wearing. I loved seeing her in her "private" outfit of her black
MINI-skirt, high-heels and fish-net stockings, with a bikini top. Or maybe
a white teddy, perhaps some garters to match. THAT'LD look good!
I knew she'ld take a while to let my anticipation build. She always did.
And it always worked. She's SOME woman. Beth reappeared at the door. She was
dressed in faded blue jeans and an old T-shirt. My face dropped.
Beth walked into the room, looking quite happy and refreshed. She had
braided her hair. It extended halfway down her back. It looked MARVELOUS!!
But the jeans and t-shirt just didn't cut it for what I had in mind. She
apparently didn't notice that I expected something devilishly sexy about now.
She meandered over to the foot of the bed, and gave me a playfull tickle
under my feet. Surprised, my foot tried to retract. I'm AWFULLY ticklish
there, and dispite liking being tickled, I thrash when someone does it. Or TRY
to thrash.
Beth seemed almost surprised that I was ticklish, dispite the many tickle
fights of the past, most of which ended with her begging for mercy. "Oh?
You're ticklish there?" She inquired, knowing well the answer. She tickled me
again. My feet couldn't get away. I was laughing so hard, and squirming
attempting to get away from the fabric holding my feet. I tried, but I was well
bound. When she was done, she walked up to my head. Beth bent down, smiled,
and noticed my reaction as she tickled my armpits. I laughed for I don't know
how long! I squirmed attempting fruitlessly to get away. I laughingly yelled
at her to stop.
She suddenly stopped. I was surprised. She seemed jokingly taken aback.
"Are you SURE that you don't want my fingers to tickle you?" She asked, giving
me a hurt look. I was panting too hard to answer, trying to catch my breath,
still surprised that she actually STOPPED! She musta KNOWN that I was kidding!
"Ok. If that's what you want." She said, pulling something out from
underneath the bed. She turned to face me and held the object behind her
back. I knew something was up by her knowing grin. After a few seconds of
staring at each other, I unconsciously squirmed. Her eyes and her smile grew,
as she drew the peacock feather out from behind her back! "Revenge for all
of those tickle fights! Revenge!" My meek laughing "no. ." was lost as the
onslaught continued. Again she ticked my feet and my armpits until I couldn't
stand it! Luckily she ignored my protests and CONTINUED tickling me!
Finally she was done. She bent down and gave me a hug. We passionatly
kissed. I wispered "I love you." "Marc, I love you too." she replied. We
kissed again.
She gave me a thoughtfull look. "You seem pretty securely bound. I can
do WHATEVER I want to you. And since *I'm* satisfied, I can do it ALL that
much longer. She smiled as I stared at her, getting RATHER excited by her look
and my thoughts of things yet to come alone. She slowly pulled off her T-shirt,
revealing a white teddy. I realized that I'ld never seen it before.
"Do you like it Marc? I got it just for you. It matches. . " She
reached for her jeans, and flashed me a smile. The calm before the storm. She
undid the zipper and pulled them off, leaving white gartered stockings on her
legs. She kept kept watching my expression and smiling as she pulled off her
jeans, I guess she liked what she saw. God knows I sure did!!
"Gee! You seem to come prepared as well!" She commented, glancing
downward. I looked down and noticed my penis was straining to get through my
jeans. I was more interested in her than me at the moment.
She gave me a look that wordlessly said "I KNOW I'm in control. I'm going
to have some FUN with you." She grinned as she sat on the bed beside me. I
was busy staring at her, breathing RATHER deeply. She put her hand on the
crotch of my jeans. I lifted to meet her. She started stroking it. My cock
was really trying to get through the jeans. "Hhhmm. Your cock really wants to
excape there." Beth muttered. We had a tendency to think alike. She continued
rubbing it as I strained up to meet her. "Harder!" I begged. Her grin showed
that she liked me asking that. But she didn't increase her pressure. My hip
nipped an eye hook. I should ask her why they're there. Later. I enjoy
her stroking me too much! Her massage continued.
Wodlessly she undid the zipper on my jeans, and started to slide them
off. She smiled as she noticed that I was wearing my jock strap underneath like
she'ld asked me to tonight. I gasped as I realized what that meant. She LOVED
to carress my cock through the jock strap, and loved my reactions even more.
Boy was *I* going to be excited tonight!! I was already hard, and she'ld only
BARELY began! With one hand, she slipped the jeans down to the fabric tying my
ankles together, continuing idly toying with my cock with the other hand. I was
moaning and squirming, bucking up to meet her hand. My eyes had glazed over
from love and lust after this woman idly tracing the outline of my cock with her
white fingernails. As I bucked up, she'ld withdraw, so I'ld STILL only feel a
trace of her. "Please." I begged. It was too hard to talk amid my gasps to
continue the request. Again Beth smiled as I asked, but toyed with me all the
more.
Beth then got serious. She rubbed my manliness with her palm of her hand,
pressing harder as I rammed into her. What a feeling! A few times I may have
skimmed the eye hooks at my hips. I didn't notice anymore.
I looked at Beth for an expression; some idea of what she was planning.
My eyes were too glazed over from pleasure to focus. I fell back to squirming,
rolling, and moaning. I thought that my jock strap was going to be ripped off
of my body from the force of my penis pushing against it. Unfortunatly it was
holding as well as always. She toyed with me all he more, stroking and
flicking my cock, bulging as it tried to break through the jock strap.
I didn't notice her devilish grin, but she stopped the rub. I felt her
hands pull down the jock strap. She climbed up and straddled my thighs.
God! Those stockings felt SO good on my legs. I moved my legs to rub up
against them. By the time my eyes focused, she was straddling me, holding a
two foot white nylon strap and smiling. Once again, I KNEW something was up by
her smile. She had me RIGHT where she wanted me. Tied down on her bed.
She tied the strap to one eye hook at my hip, then pulled it over my hip to
the one near my crotch. Beth pulled it through that one, then through the eye
hook at the other hip, and pulled it across my waist to the first hook. She
tied it snugly there. "Triangle of Pleasure." she muttered happily. She turned
around and untied my feet, pulling off the jeans and jock strap, throwning them
onto the floor. She turned to face me. "You won't be needing THOSE for a
while."
At this point her smile went from ear to ear. She lightly touched the
head of my cock. I strained up to meet her hand, but the straps held me fast
to the mattress. All of a sudden I remembered telling Beth of a fantasy I
had, in which I was tied to a mattress and teased helplessly until I agreed
to serve my girlfriend/tormentor for a week. With my resolve, that would be
a LOT of teasing!! "Oh no. You're not going to. . ." I started to ask slowly.
"Yes I am, Marc! Beware! Ask and ye might receive!" She said gleefully.
This was going to be a LONG night. I started to regret that dispite being well
endowed, I hadn't ever been able to orgasm outside of a girl. She could tease
and excite me for a LONG time, and there was NOTHING I could do about it.
She put her hand lightly on top of my cock, just touching it with her
fingernail. She laughed to herself as I pushed against the straps holding my
crotch down, for then I fell back with a moan. She rubbed her stockinged legs
against my thighs and shins. Since she was sitting on my thighs, I couldn't
raise my legs. I moaned as my mind wandered to how her legs would feel up
against my penis. Beth was in COMPLETE control, and I LOVED it. She smiled
as she saw how much I loved what she was doing to me.
She slid down to sit on my knees. She looked down at my crotch, then up at
my face. If I would have been able to see her, I'ld have known what she was
going to do. I leapt against the straps holding me down as her tongue touched
the tip of my 10 inches. I DID say that I was well endowed. So did Beth, but
not now. Her mouth was OTHERWISE OCCUPIED. She playfully batted my stiffness
around with the tip of her tongue, eliciting a gasp each time she did it. She
probably liked making me gasp as much as I liked making her gasp.
She started switching between licking, sucking, and just batting my cock.
I was almost passing out from breathing too hard. Oh! How I WISHED that she
would let me inside of her now! I wanted SO much just to ENTER her, pushing
in ALL the way! Her mouth made a FULL review of my cock. FULL review.
She suddenly stopped and looked up at me with a sad face. Her legs were
"accidentally" brushing up against by 10 inches, which had been sticking
straight up for quite some time. Beth was saying something.
After a few seconds, I came close enough to reality to hear what she was
telling me. ". . . to swim. You look AWFULLY out of condition. I'll just
have to CONDITION you." She pulled out a bottle of conditioner from under the
bed. This is one of the things that she surprised me with in the shower one
glorious eve. Conditioner felt even better on my 10" than oil. It was ALMOST
as good as Beth's sex. ALMOST. I cried out as Beth's hands, with the small
puddles of conditioner met my cock. I was still snugly tied down to her bed.
By this time I was FAR oblivious to the outside world to notice what else
she might be doing. As hard as I pushed up to raise the pressure of Beth's
hands on my cock, the straps held me tight. Beth touched me only as hard as
SHE wanted to, I had NO say in it. "Please?" I moaned again.
"Do I have to GAG you?" she asked. I was thankfull that she took my
wordless moaning as a "no". She continued pleasing me slowly and carefully,
whether I liked it or not. She knew DAMN well that I did. And knowing all
the things that turned me on, she KNEW that I LOVED the way her stockings felt
as her legs slid along mine. I was shocked as she slid my cock by her sex. I
was too pleasured to notice that she took off her teddy with one hand as she
pleased me and teased me with the other. She was happy with herself for this.
She rubbed my penis a few times past her hole. She was still (or was it
again?) wet. Beth gave me a concerned look. "I just CAN'T seem to find the
hole!" Considering how much *I* felt it as she rubbed me along it, I knew she
was kidding. I was moaning too much to comment. Oh yeah. I said the same
thing the last time I tied HER down. Revenge can be sweet!
She finally found the hole, and I slid smoothly into it. Halfway. Then
she started pulling out. Beth KNEW that I couldn't orgasm like this, as MUCH
as it excited me. She was being MEAN! I was still sliding my upper body side
to side, straining against the "Triangle of Pleasure" and moaning. I don't know
HOW long I'ld been doing that. Beth was right. Time didn't exist here.
"I'm only going to let you come if you agree to be my sex slave for the
next week." She told me.
"no." I moaned.
"OK." she said, unflustered. She continued going in S-L-O-W-L-Y and only half
way. After 30 seconds or so I changed my mind. I NEEDED to come! "I WILL be
your sex slave for a week."
"Maybe I won't LET you be my slave." She taunted me.
"PLEASE Mistress, I BEG to be your slave!"
"You'll do my every wish, fufill my every command?" She asked, still only
going in HALFway.
"Yes! PLEASE!" I pleaded. Beth increased the tempo, ramming in all the
way to my balls. After the third or fourth ram, I tensed and gave a final moan,
as I filled her excess space with my gift.
She gave me a HUGE hug as I shuddered, still shaking from my orgasm.
"Thank you mistress. Thank you." We just laid there, exhaused from our
excercise. It was SO pleasant just resting with her on top of me. Eventually
I recovered and twitched my cock, still hard despite the orgasm. "May I have
another, mistress?" I asked.
"No." She said thoughtfully, pulling away from me. "You'll be kept
for. . .OTHER times." I knew she meant "HER times", not "my times".
Leaving me tied, Beth slid off to my side, pulling the blankets
over us both. She then gave me a hug, and a deep and passionate kiss.
"Goodnight, Marc. We've SO much to do tomorrow." She gave me a
wicked look. "People to meet, and places to go."
As I wondered just how much Beth planned and what, I drifted
into slumber with a nervous grin of anticipation on my face.
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