From: lime@netcom.com (Kevin Simonich)
Subject: Dark and Stormy Night (m/f, some b/d & lite s/m)
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
This is actually the first story I've posted to the net. I wrote it a couple years back, originally to someone specific. However, that relationship has since ended, so now 'tis just a general story...Anyway, comments, suggestions, replies, etc. welcomed. (Hopefully, no flames, tho...*chuckle*) Anyway, the usual stuff, don't red this if you're under 18, and/or are offended by sexual descriptions, etc. (Tho, why someone offended by sex stories would read this group is beyond me...*chuckle*) Anyway, here it is:
A Dark and Stormy Night
It is a dark and stormy night...As you think that, you chuckle a
bit to yourself, realizing just how bad and trite that sounds, but it IS
accurate, at least right now. It has been cloudy and raining off and on
all day, sometimes extremely heavily with occasional lightning flashes.
You have just gotten off the bus home from work, and think to yourself,
"Yeesh, I must be more tired than I thought, I don't normally think in
such awful cliches, but, at least I'll be home soon."
At least the subway was fairly warm, and while the bus from the
station couldn't be called a furnace, it was warm enough, and at least
kept the wind off of you. You feel very grateful that the rain seems to
have let up, for the time being at least, and hope it STAYS that way
until you can manage to make it the rest of the way home. You are rather
doubtful it will, though, as the wind and sky are making threatening
noises, and it feels like the clouds are going to open up with another
deluge any moment now. You figure you'll at least try and make it,
though, and lengthen your stride to try and scamper the rest of the way
home before it pours again.
So far your luck has somehow held up, as only a few fat
spattering drops have started coming down, and you're within sight of our
house. You are a little bit surprised to notice my car is not there,
usually I'm home by this point, but you figure I just got held up at work
myself, and will be home before too much longer. You manage to make it to
about 3 steps from the porch, when suddenly the threatened rain finally
starts in earnest. You quickly scurry up to the porch and under the
awning, and manage to avoid getting more than a bit damp.
It is extremely dark on the porch, as you search in your purse
for the house key, as the storm obscures the glow of the city, and there
are no lights on in the house at all. You finally manage to find the key,
and get the door open. You quickly step inside, and close the door behind
you, dropping the volume of the wind by about 20 decibels.
You step forward, and turn to flip on the light, when, suddenly,
you feel a hand on your arm from behind! You draw in breath to shriek,
when a hand quickly covers your mouth. Before you can get yourself
together enough to struggle back, you hear a familiar voice whispering in
your ear. "Don't yell, love, its me...sorry for scaring you quite so
much, but I have something very..." there is a brief pause while the
voice chuckles deeply but briefly "...special planned for you tonight..."
It is obviously my voice, but it has a bit of an edge to it that it
doesn't normally have, so when I whisper, "don't resist, do you
understand?" you just nod slightly, still a bit frightened, and
surprisingly, a little bit cowed.
Almost before you know what's happening, your eyes have been
completely blindfolded, and you've been carefully gagged as well. You are
having no difficulty breathing through your nose however, so you're in no
danger of suffocating. In short order your heavy outer clothing has been
stripped off, leaving you just in skirt and blouse, and your hands have
been pulled behind you and secured with some sort of leather cuff.
I slowly lead you through the house towards the bedroom, and I still
have not said anything more after the initial whisper. You can feel the
fleeting whisper-lite touches of a hand on your stomach and side, and
just barely to the outside of one breast, but not quite touching it. You
THINK the hand you feel is mine, but blind as you are, you cannot be sure
of that.
We finally reach the bedroom, but rather than leading you over to
the bed, as you expect, we move towards one of the walls, which, you
can't tell, since you've gotten rather turned around at this point.
There's obviously something in here that wasn't there this morning,
though, as you feel me securing your hands behind you to some sort of
post, and then, after spreading your legs apart, securing your ankles, as
well. You are left bent backwards slightly, standing upright, with your
legs spread out wide beneath you. There is something firm, but with
padding, supporting your upper back. Its not that uncomfortable a position,
really, but thinking about it for a second, you realize just how much
being bent over backwards like this is making your breasts jut out, and
how open you are below, with your legs secured wide and motionless.
You suddenly feel my breath in your ear, as I whisper, "I'm going
to block your hearing now. Since you cannot speak, your safeword will be
to hit your ankle 3 times in succession against the metal plate behind
it. Nod if you understand." You nod slowly, and feel me putting in
earplugs, after which you can hear almost nothing. You feel me loosening
your left ankle just a tad, and you tap it backwards once,
experimentally. You are quite sure you won't be using the safeword,
however.
You stand there wondering what is going to happen next, but for
what seems like an eternity, nothing does. Because of the lack of sight
and sound, you can feel your sense of touch getting sharper, and can feel
little tiny breezes and air movements that you wouldn't normally be able
to. You can start to feel yourself getting damp, and wonder more and more
what is going to happen next, and, more importantly, WHEN...
It begins with a touch on one arm so light you almost think you
imagined it, before another whisper-light touch follows on a calf. The
touches come at seemingly random intervals, though they happen sooner and
sooner together, as time goes on. Your time sense is extremely distorted
because of the lack of any other sensory input, so this teasing touching
seems to simultaneously have gone on for mere seconds, and hours and
hours of time.
Again you wonder if it is just one set of hands touching you, as
the touches seem to roam around quite a bit, but as things stand, there's
no way for you to tell. The touching becomes more firm, and changes to be
more languid drawing of fingertips over your skin, or across your
clothing. All this time, though, and still your breasts have not been
touched at all, though many times its been frustratingly close.
Similarly, there have been no touches more than about midway up a thigh,
or on your stomach much below the waistband of your skirt.
You are just about reaching the point of absolute frustration, as
the touching is driving you crazy, and you're certain you are absolutely
drippingly wet, when you feel the touching suddenly stop. You
unthinkingly try and cry out, but it just comes out as a muffled mewl,
due to the gag. You don't seem to wait long though, before the hands
return, this time to start slowly unbuttoning your blouse. Button by
button, from the top down, working slowly, lifting the fabric up so as to
still avoid actually touching your breasts, and your by now rock-hard
nipples.
Once it is completely unbuttoned, it is allowed to slip over your
shoulders, and rests bunched up around your wrists. Quite quickly after
that, your skirt is unzipped all the way down, and pulled off of you. (it
was one of those that had a zipper running its entire length.) You are
now standing there, in just a lacy bra and small panties, your breasts
jutting out into the air, aching for their first touch. By this time,
your sense of touch is incredibly acute, since its your only source of
stimuli.
The touching briefly resumes, sliding slowly over your bare skin
now, and coming even closer to your breasts and pussy, but still never
quite there. This is leaving you absolutely quivering in frustration, as
no matter how you try and squirm on the restraining equipment, you can't
get the touches where you most want them.
Before long, though, you feel your bra being unfastened in front,
and realize it probably wasn't chance that the only bra you could find
this morning was a front fastening one...Once it's opened, it is allowed
to fall back around your wrists along with your shirt. Still, not once
during the entire procedure did fingertips touch your breasts, but the
sliding of the silk of the bra across your hypersensitive nipples as it
was removed sent a huge stab of pleasure straight down to your crotch,
and you feel your legs go weak for just a instant.
Suddenly, a shocking cold of metal on your leg...by the sudden
release of tension in one side-strap of your panties, you realize it must
be a pair of scissors...swiftly, the other side's strap is cut, and the
remnants of your panties pulled off you, and assumedly tossed away.
You picture yourself in your minds eye as you must look: Naked, a
blindfold over the top part of your face, with a gag below it. Standing
there, bent slightly backwards, your breasts jutting up into the air,
your legs spread out beneath you, moisture starting to well up from
inside, and feels like its going to be running down your legs any moment.
A whole gallery of people could be staring at your body right now, and
you'd never be able to tell.
Now, FINALLY, you feel a touch on the outside of each breast, and
you gasp and slump at the sudden shock of pleasure. The touch is quickly
withdrawn, but starts elsewhere on your breasts. Seemingly random
touches, some flutteringly light, some deliberate firm strokings, all
over your breasts, but this time never quite reaching your nipples. It
feels so good but its driving you so crazy oh, but it feels so good oh
but you want the teasing to stop but it feels so good going out of your
mind gods feels so good oh please stop teasing oh gods yes, oh oh oh oh
oh oh oh...
Then, suddenly, you feel both nipples pinched HARD, and the
sudden blast of pleasure, with its tinge of pain, jolts through you like
one of the storm's lightning flashes, and you feel yourself shuddering
over the brink into your first orgasm, as you slump down, feeling
boneless, and like you have no strength at all.
You aren't given much of a respite, though, as before you can
even really collect yourself, you feel a mouth close down over one
nipple, and start sucking on it. A tongue flicking the nipple back and
forth, as the lips close down and suck firmly...a hand closing on the
other nipple, rolling it, pinching it, tweaking it, tugging on it, toying
with it, driving you crazy with the intensity of the feelings...
The mouth switches breasts, and a hand goes to work on the now
moistened nipple, as a tongue lashes across the other one, mouth sucking
up on it, lips rolling it back and forth...
Suddenly, both the mouth and hand are gone, and you are left
standing alone again, almost wanting to weep with the frustration again.
After what seems like a couple hours, but is probably more like a couple
minutes, you feel the approach of a body again.
Once more, a shocking feel of metal against skin, this time
against your breast...its not the same metal though, as before...this is
much warmer, and different, somehow. You quickly find out what it is, as
it is lightly run up to your nipple, and you feel the padded edge of a
light clamp closing down. Its quite a strong grip, but certainly not to
the point of being painful...actually, the longer it, and its quickly
attached twin on the other breast, stay on, the better and better it
feels...almost like having a set of fingers continually pressing down on
your nipples, and the motions of your torso as you twist and squirm
slightly jiggle them so they feel like they're wiggling your nipple in
their grip.
You now feel the touch of fingers being drawn slowly upwards on
your upper thighs....as they reach the top, the fingertips follow the
join of your leg and hip off to the side, coming oh so close to touching
you, but never just quite...your shifting to try and reach the nearby
hands jiggles the clamps again, send fresh waves of pleasure coursing
through you once more.
You are starting to feel almost a little bit detached, in a way..
like your body has become a huge pleasure nerve which is being
continually played with...and then ohhhh....the touch of a ever so light
fingertip running along your cleft...but not getting inside no matter how
hard you try, and how far you squirm. And every squirm jiggles your
nipples more and more, sending continual stabs of pleasure through your
body...
The teasing finger keeps sliding up and down just along your
slit, feeling your incredible wetness...but it never does slip inside, no
matter how hard you try...but then, you feel the hand come back, and two
fingers are spreading you open...for what, you don't know........
Your questions are quickly answered, as you feel the head of what
must be a fairly good-sized dildo slip just BARELY inside you, as you go
insane trying to get it farther in...finally, the prospect of some sort
of relief from the incredible teasing looms, and oh gods how you want
it.... but no matter how you wiggle and twist, the head just moves
languidly up and down along your length, not going any farther in.
Finally, you give up, and let your hips move back against the frame in
defeat.
As soon as you do, IN thrusts the dildo...DEEP inside you,
twisting as it drives up into you, as you almost stop breathing from the
shock...OH it feels sosososososos gooooooood...oh gods sooooo good...
finally, finally OH so good.... Within a few hard quick thrusts, you are
cumming a second time, this one even stronger than the first...but this
time, you are given no respite, as the dildo is continually thrusted IN
and out and IN and out, hard and fast, deep up inside you as your orgasm
goes on and on, starting to build toward another one quickly, even as the
last one is just barely subsiding...
The big plastic dildo feels indescribably good up inside you,
slamming hard up into you over and over again...thrusting, thrusting up
into you as you're secured there, unable to move to get away, even if you
wanted to. Driving into you, hard hard hard up in, thrusting, thrusting
deep inside you, twisting, slamming up into you...you can feel your next
orgasm building closer and closer to a peak as your entire being seems
focused on the feeling of the plastic cock inside you...you've long since
stopped caring if its just me there, or if there are 50 people there, you
just want the pleasure to go on and on and never stop...
Then, with an explosive spasm, you erupt into a shattering
orgasm... You almost pass out from the incredible rush of pleasure
enveloping you...as you cum, the thrusting slows down, slower, and
slower.... and slower.... until finally its withdrawn from you,
and the clamps removed as well, leaving you to just slump there in
something of a pleasure stupor...
After only a couple minutes though, you feel your ankles being
released...first one, then the other...then your wrists are unhooked from
the framework, and you are pulled upright, and supported, as you attempt
to stand. Once you find your balance, the cuff is removed from one wrist,
and your blouse and bra are allowed to finally slide off your wrists and
onto the floor. After that, your wrists are re-secured again, but in
front of you this time.
You are carefully led over to the bed, and assisted in climbing
up on it, before being positioned face down on a pillow, with your bound
wrists attached to some sort of rope or something leading to the head of
the bed. You can support yourself on your forearms and the pillow, as you
are made to kneel there, with your legs spread somewhat...still deaf,
blind, and unable to speak...
You feel the bed rock as a weight gets onto it, and moves towards
you. Fingertips run firmly and quickly down your back to your hips, and
then with one quick motion, my cock is plunging into your pussy...Your
nostrils flare with the sudden intake of breath from the shock of the
sudden thrust, and the gag muffles your moans as you feel my hips swing
back, and my cock slamming back into you once more.
You feel my hips slamming hard into yours, my hands pulling back
on your waist, pulling us harder together, plunging me deeper deeper
inside you...All pretense of teasing gone as my cock spikes down into you
from behind...THRUSTING and THRUSTING into you, driving myself hard
against you, crashing together as I thrust over and over and over and
over again...in and out and in and out and INoutINoutINoutINoutINout...
ohhhhhhhhh....
Despite having cum 3 times already, you feel yourself rising up
towards orgasm again as I keep thrusting and thrusting in and out of
you... you can tell by the rhythm getting ragged that I'm getting closer
and closer myself...fast hard thrusts, SLAMMING down in, the shock
running through your body as our hips crash together again and again and
again and again and again....
Suddenly, you feel me shake and shudder, and my cum is coating
your walls, as it spurts out of me...Feeling me cum drives you over the
edge once more, your cries of pleasure muffled by the gag, as we both
keep driving together through the orgasm, before......finally....
finally, slowing to a halt...my softening cock slipping out of you, as
you collapse forward onto the bed.
You feel me slide up along you, and unceremoniously remove the
cuffs, then gently and tenderly remove the blindfold, then untie and
remove the gag. You remove the earplugs yourself as you roll over to face
me in the dim light, seeing again for the first time in what seems like
years...
There is a tender smile on my face as I pull you to me, and, as I
hold you, as we snuggle together and drift off to sleep, you hear me
whisper to you, "I love you..."
-Kevin Simonich All repliest to lime@netcom.com
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