Strict Susan
04-12-2006, 10:08 AM
Her bed was soft and comfortable. There was just the faintest smell of her in it, a pleasant, female smell that was both soothing and exciting.
It was good of her to let him use her room, to go and sleep in the spare bed in her sister’s room. He felt a little awkward when she had offered to let him stay, to give up her room for him, but she had insisted that it really was no trouble.
He thought of Myra as he drifted off to sleep. He could picture her in his mind, her long, dark hair hanging loose around her shoulders, her slim body, her long legs...
She was so unlike her sister, whose short fair hair did nothing to improve her thick-set features and her size that was not far short of being positively obese. Michael had to admit that he did usually rather like well-rounded women, but Shelley’s enormous breasts, colossal rear and legs like tree trunks were more than any reasonable man could find attractive.
The night was warm. Michael pushed the soft duvet down to his waist, enjoying the cooler night air from the open window. If he had been at home he would have thrown it from him completely, but here in someone else’s house and someone else’s bed he felt the need to keep himself at least partially covered. There was always the possibility that one or other of the girls would come into the room to wake him in the morning if he overslept, and he was anxious to avoid any embarrassment.
He awoke suddenly. Something had disturbed him, although he had no idea what is was. The room was completely dark.
It made him jump when something touched him lightly on the shoulder.
“Shush,” Myra said. “Are you awake?”
“I am now.”
“Good. Keep quiet. I don’t want my sister to hear us.”
He felt her flimsy nightdress against him and her long hair brushing over him. Her lips found his.
Her hand was on his chest as they kissed. Slowly it moved downwards, easing under the duvet and finding his hardness. He felt her body stiffen with excitement as she closed her hand around him.
She squeezed, feeling him respond.
“I want to kiss you,” she said quietly.
He knew what she meant. He said nothing as she moved her head down and pressed her lips onto him before opening her mouth wide and lowering her head to take him deeply. Her tongue explored, licking and tasting. He flinched when he felt her teeth, but she did not bite. Instead she pressed ever so lightly and drew her head all the way back up the length of his hardness.
It hurt, but somehow it was the most pleasurable hurt he had ever experienced. He gasped and moaned.
“Was that good?” she asked. “I’ve never done that before.”
He nodded, knowing that she could not see him in the dark.
“So now,” she continued, “You can kiss me.”
He felt her kneel astride his chest and raise her nightdress high around her. She slid forward, raising herself high over his face. She let the nightdress fall around his head, then slowly descended until she pressed gently onto his mouth. He kissed, then pushed his tongue into her.
She gasped now, and immediately pushed hard down onto him. She completely covered his mouth and nose. He was unable to breathe. Instinctively he tried to turn his head and then pushed her from him.
He could feel her disappointment. She slid back to sit on his chest.
“I know,” she whispered. “I know just what we need.”
She leaned forward, her small, firm breasts brushing across his face as she felt underneath the pillows and took something from under there. He kissed her breasts, then took one nipple between his lips and sucked, oblivious to whatever she was doing with her hands at the head of the bed.
“Put your arms above your head,” she whispered in his ear, nibbling his earlobe and licking with the very tip of her tongue.
He did it without even asking why.
“Hey!” he complained as soon as he realised she was tying his wrists with the nightdress she had twisted into a cord and looped around the bed frame.
“Quiet, my darling,” she scolded him softly. “This will be perfect.”
When she descended onto him again he was unable to avoid her. Her thighs gripped the sides of his head and his face was pressed deeply between her legs. For many seconds he was completely without air as she pushed and rocked on top of him.
“Kiss,” she demanded. “Lick me. Suck me. Oh yes!”
She shuddered. The wetness dripped from her, rolled down the sides of his face and onto the pillow. Again and again her body quivered, gasping, moaning softly, her muscles squeezing first with her conscious effort to satisfy the deep need within her, and then in uncontrolled spasms of sheer ecstasy as climax after climax went through her.
He had no idea how long it continued. It might have been for hours. She seemed insatiable, but finally she stooped and fell, exhausted and panting, onto the bed by his side.
He waited until her breathing had settled to its normal rhythm. “Untie me,” he said. “I’m hot.”
“Can’t you really free your hands on your own?” she asked in surprise.
He tried. “No, I really can’t,” he told her.
She pulled the duvet from the bed and threw it on the floor. “You’ll cool down now,” she told him.
She switched the light on and stared down at him.
“Untie me for goodness sake!” he demanded, feeling uncomfortable and embarrassed.
“I like your body,” she commented as though she had not heard him. “I might do that again. I really enjoyed it.”
“OK, but untie me now,” he said.
She shook her head. “Don’t be silly,” she said firmly. “I can’t do anything like this unless my sister has a chance to do it too. She’s bound to want to when she wakes up in the morning, so you’ll just have to stay like that until she’s ready. I’ll see you later.”
With that, she switched off the light and left the room. He struggled frantically, but it was no good. It was impossible to free himself, and the harder he struggled the tighter the twisted material around his wrists became.
He would have to wait until either Myra or her sister came to free him...
It was good of her to let him use her room, to go and sleep in the spare bed in her sister’s room. He felt a little awkward when she had offered to let him stay, to give up her room for him, but she had insisted that it really was no trouble.
He thought of Myra as he drifted off to sleep. He could picture her in his mind, her long, dark hair hanging loose around her shoulders, her slim body, her long legs...
She was so unlike her sister, whose short fair hair did nothing to improve her thick-set features and her size that was not far short of being positively obese. Michael had to admit that he did usually rather like well-rounded women, but Shelley’s enormous breasts, colossal rear and legs like tree trunks were more than any reasonable man could find attractive.
The night was warm. Michael pushed the soft duvet down to his waist, enjoying the cooler night air from the open window. If he had been at home he would have thrown it from him completely, but here in someone else’s house and someone else’s bed he felt the need to keep himself at least partially covered. There was always the possibility that one or other of the girls would come into the room to wake him in the morning if he overslept, and he was anxious to avoid any embarrassment.
He awoke suddenly. Something had disturbed him, although he had no idea what is was. The room was completely dark.
It made him jump when something touched him lightly on the shoulder.
“Shush,” Myra said. “Are you awake?”
“I am now.”
“Good. Keep quiet. I don’t want my sister to hear us.”
He felt her flimsy nightdress against him and her long hair brushing over him. Her lips found his.
Her hand was on his chest as they kissed. Slowly it moved downwards, easing under the duvet and finding his hardness. He felt her body stiffen with excitement as she closed her hand around him.
She squeezed, feeling him respond.
“I want to kiss you,” she said quietly.
He knew what she meant. He said nothing as she moved her head down and pressed her lips onto him before opening her mouth wide and lowering her head to take him deeply. Her tongue explored, licking and tasting. He flinched when he felt her teeth, but she did not bite. Instead she pressed ever so lightly and drew her head all the way back up the length of his hardness.
It hurt, but somehow it was the most pleasurable hurt he had ever experienced. He gasped and moaned.
“Was that good?” she asked. “I’ve never done that before.”
He nodded, knowing that she could not see him in the dark.
“So now,” she continued, “You can kiss me.”
He felt her kneel astride his chest and raise her nightdress high around her. She slid forward, raising herself high over his face. She let the nightdress fall around his head, then slowly descended until she pressed gently onto his mouth. He kissed, then pushed his tongue into her.
She gasped now, and immediately pushed hard down onto him. She completely covered his mouth and nose. He was unable to breathe. Instinctively he tried to turn his head and then pushed her from him.
He could feel her disappointment. She slid back to sit on his chest.
“I know,” she whispered. “I know just what we need.”
She leaned forward, her small, firm breasts brushing across his face as she felt underneath the pillows and took something from under there. He kissed her breasts, then took one nipple between his lips and sucked, oblivious to whatever she was doing with her hands at the head of the bed.
“Put your arms above your head,” she whispered in his ear, nibbling his earlobe and licking with the very tip of her tongue.
He did it without even asking why.
“Hey!” he complained as soon as he realised she was tying his wrists with the nightdress she had twisted into a cord and looped around the bed frame.
“Quiet, my darling,” she scolded him softly. “This will be perfect.”
When she descended onto him again he was unable to avoid her. Her thighs gripped the sides of his head and his face was pressed deeply between her legs. For many seconds he was completely without air as she pushed and rocked on top of him.
“Kiss,” she demanded. “Lick me. Suck me. Oh yes!”
She shuddered. The wetness dripped from her, rolled down the sides of his face and onto the pillow. Again and again her body quivered, gasping, moaning softly, her muscles squeezing first with her conscious effort to satisfy the deep need within her, and then in uncontrolled spasms of sheer ecstasy as climax after climax went through her.
He had no idea how long it continued. It might have been for hours. She seemed insatiable, but finally she stooped and fell, exhausted and panting, onto the bed by his side.
He waited until her breathing had settled to its normal rhythm. “Untie me,” he said. “I’m hot.”
“Can’t you really free your hands on your own?” she asked in surprise.
He tried. “No, I really can’t,” he told her.
She pulled the duvet from the bed and threw it on the floor. “You’ll cool down now,” she told him.
She switched the light on and stared down at him.
“Untie me for goodness sake!” he demanded, feeling uncomfortable and embarrassed.
“I like your body,” she commented as though she had not heard him. “I might do that again. I really enjoyed it.”
“OK, but untie me now,” he said.
She shook her head. “Don’t be silly,” she said firmly. “I can’t do anything like this unless my sister has a chance to do it too. She’s bound to want to when she wakes up in the morning, so you’ll just have to stay like that until she’s ready. I’ll see you later.”
With that, she switched off the light and left the room. He struggled frantically, but it was no good. It was impossible to free himself, and the harder he struggled the tighter the twisted material around his wrists became.
He would have to wait until either Myra or her sister came to free him...