"Tied up with sis" - читать интересную книгу автора (Vickers Robert)

CHAPTER SIX

"Are you about done with your golden-haired little girl, Sid?" asked Ellen.

"For a moment. She sure took the lead out of my pencil. But it'll be back in a while," he boasted. "You and the kid gonna get it on?"

"I think that would be a great idea. And I liked the way she slipped back and forth on your cock. I liked that a lot. With a little different arranging, I think Ron here will be able to do the same."

"I refuse," Ron flatly said. "I won't go along with your schemes. This is… hey!"

"Yeah, over there, Sid. I'm getting tired of his mouth. If he says one more word, I'm going to stuff this in and then tape his mouth shut."

She held up a handball. The hard rubber ball would just barely fit into his mouth. Ron could envision himself strangling on it – and having both Sid and Ellen laugh while he was doing it.

He kept quiet while they strung him up.

Sid grabbed one wrist and yanked it painfully straight up his back. A swift circle of tape and he was bound to one of the free rings swinging from the ceiling. The coach ripped the tape binding his wrists together and hastily bound the wrist to the other ring.

Sid cranked the rings up off the floor level. The teenager felt his arms stretching. Soon, his toes barely touched the floor. Then he was swinging free, his entire weight supported by his wrists.

"Just tell me when you want him stopped," Sid called to Ellen.

She stood, one hand poised on a cocked hip, watching. The smile on her lips told the youth how excited she was, how interested in his plight she might be.

When his crotch was level with her lips, she said, "That's good enough. I think I've got me a side of beef hanging just about right." Then she added, "At least, I see some meat I'd just love to taste." She moved forward, her hands reaching out to grip his upper thighs. With a quick jerk, she parted his legs and burrowed her face into his groin.

He vowed to not respond to her, no matter what she did. It was an easier promise to make than to keep. Her lips kissing his cock did things to him he couldn't control. His prick was slowly inflating every lime she licked his balls. With her position on his body, he couldn't elude her questing mouth.

Trying to swing back and forth to escape her only added to his dilemma. Hot needles of pain shot down his arms and into his body. He had to moan in pain. It was easier to simply hang there and let her suck his prick.

It was also a lot more pleasant.

Her mouth gobbled up his cock. She sucked in his entire prick. She loved the limpness of it – because it was hardening into a fully usable fuck-stick inside her mouth. Sucking harder, she was drawing his very manhood from his body. No matter how he twitched and moved to avoid her, she was there.

The salty flavor of his cock made her heart race. She stroked over his hairy legs, gripped wildly at his ass. As her finger vanished up his asshole, she looped her tongue around his prick enough to get it fully erect.

He had a boner any man would be proud of.

She moved back just a little and looked up at him. She laughed. "See? Admit it. You want my mouth moving all over your cock. You want me to give you head!"

He was close to team. That was exactly what he wanted. He didn't dare speak. He felt like it would be a betrayal of his sister, of the promise he had made to himself. This wicked woman was forcing him to respond in the most obscene fashion possible.

She was giving him the blow, job of his life and mocking him. She was teasing him. She was daring him not to enjoy it!

He heard his sister calling out, "Do what she wants, Ron. It'll only be harder on us if you don't. Play along with her!"

Perhaps his sister was right. Maybe she had the right idea. If he simply swung in his bonds and let the woman suck him off, that might get them off both his and Melinda's backs. And… and he could get a nice blow job along the way!

He stopped struggling against the pleasures his body was intent on giving him and he relaxed as much as he could. The pain in his upper body was great; the pleasure radiating from his cock was more than enough to erase all of it from his mind. The woman's wet mouth was kissing his balls.

She could feel the thick cream of his cum inside. It was slowly coming to a boil under her tongue. She licked the hairy little sac around with her rough, pink tongue. She was enjoying tormenting the teenager. He was so easy to outfox!

He was playing right into her hands by resisting. She enjoyed it so when they struggled. He wasn't anything more than an animal caught in a trap. He couldn't escape.

She'd suck him dry!

"I love the way you taste, kid," she told him. Licking her lips slowly so that he could see just the pink tip of her tongue. "You've got a helluva prick! And I'm gonna have fun watching it spew out its cum!"

He gasped when her mouth clamped back on the very tip of his prick. She was sucking like a vacuum cleaner. Her tongue raced around the rim of his glans. The sensuous pleasure crept into his balls, his body. He was arching his back, driving his prick toward her face before he knew what he was doing.

He wanted to face fuck her!

"That's right, kid. Give it to me with all the strength in your lithe, young body. I love it!"

Her hands caressed his hairy legs again. And once more, she searched for and found the boy's anus. Her long finger wiggled up his asshole. And there, she wiggled it flexing her finger until he was sobbing. She was stroking directly across his prostate gland.

He felt daggers of pure lust surging into his guts. That damnable finger was pushing him to a fever pitch. He didn't know what she was doing, but his cock actually hurt in its need. He could feel his balls tingling and all from the woman's careful attentions to a tiny gland up his asshole.

"Please!" he sobbed. "I can't take much more."

"You want me to suck you off? You want poor little ol' me to give you some head?" she taunted.

"Yes, damn you, yes!"

"Okay," she agreed, laughing at him. The feeling of power was greater than that of sex in her now.

She had reduced him to her level, then soared above him. Hung up like he was, he couldn't resist her. The pain had made him a willing victim for her oral love.

She began swinging him back and forth on the rings. The youth could barely stand the pressure on his shoulders, but he didn't cry out. He wanted this over with. He didn't know which was worse, the painful pressure on his arms or the sexual pressure building up in his guts.

As she swung him, she pursed her lips into a tight O. His cock fitted neatly into the seal her mouth formed. His cock moved in and out of her mouth as he moved.

Her tongue never rested. She lightly touched the tiny flap of skin dangling under the head of his cock. This caused a shudder of anticipation to pass through him. Then her hard teeth closed slightly until her teeth dug fiery red grooves along the sides of his cock.

He couldn't avoid the torture. He wasn't sure he would have if he could. The woman's mouth was tormenting him, yes. But he was being pushed closer and closer to cumming due to her sucking, biting, eager mouth.

His prick was almost at the point of exploding. The woman's tongue swirling around was enough to get him off. But there was always just a little bit more that she did to him.

The teeth on his sensitive flesh caused blood to pound hot and fierce into his length. His prick seemed to be growing under her oral attentions. Then her wet, rough tongue soothed away any hurt.

Most of all, though, was her sucking mouth. She managed to make him think he'd accidentally hooked himself into a milking machine. She was giving him the full benefit of her training. Cocksucker second to none, the woman was treating him to the ultimate head job.

"You like it, don't you?" she teased. "Tell me what you want from me. I might be talked into letting you have it!"

"Your m-mouth," he groaned. "I want your mouth on my prick!"

"SO you want more of this, eh!"

She swung him back in a long arc and opened her mouth. She had it calculated perfectly. His cock split her lips and dived down her throat. The woman took his full length without gagging.

He gasped when he felt his cock bounce off the roof of her mouth, bend downwards and then vanish into her throat. Every time her throat swallowed, she stroked the underside of his cock. He was at the point of climax when he felt a coldness on his cock.

She'd spit him out. The air was drying her saliva. "Not yet, kid," she told him. "I want a little more mouth love. You're too eager for me. I like to build up to this sort of thing."

Her mouth fastened on the inside of his thigh. He gasped when she bit down – hard. Blood flowed to the skin and left the woman's teeth marks on the inside of his leg. He shrieked out his passions when she began working up his leg toward his crotch.

It was a slow, tantalizing journey. She licked and lapped and stroked along his flesh – and promised his cock her mouth once more.

"Go on and get it over with," came the surly voice from across the gym. "I'm getting tired watching all this cocksucking."

"Shush, Sid. I enjoy this. And I think he is, too. See his cock buck around. He's hung like a young stallion. I think he'd be just great in the sack. A real stud."

"Go on and fasten that eel-like mouth of yours onto the end of his prick. Maybe that'll shut you both up."

The suddenness of her mouth returning to his cock took the teenager's breath away. He was shivering as if he had some erotic play as she began gobbling up his cock again.

She loved the way his prick stirred so hard against her tongue. She drew her tongue back and forth over the very tip, then tried to stuff her pink tongue down the hole at the end. She knew she'd fail. But it was so much fun trying.

And it got him even more excited.

She could tell by the way his cock convulsively twitched. It throbbed with new vigor. She simply didn't believe he could hold out much longer under her oral assault.

But he did.

He started swinging in a faster, shorter arc. His cock raced in and out between her ruby red lips. The woman was enjoying this immensely.

Her hands constantly rubbed over her own crotch. The itchy feeling deep in her cunt was growing. For a moment she wished she could have his cock inside her twat. But that wasn't possible. He was going to cum in her mouth at any instant.

Or was he?

An evil thought crept into her head. She moved her soft lips off his cock and then bit his leg.

The pain completely blotted out any idea in the teenager's mind of having a cum. The blood welled up on his leg and began dribbling down past his knee.

"Wh-why did you do that?" he asked, stunned. His balls ached terribly. His mind was twisting and turning almost as fast as his body. The pain from his bitten leg, the strain on his shoulders, the way his wrists were bound to cut off the circulation, all this and more conspired to rob him of his erection.

"Just a thought I had, kid. I wanted to see if your balls would really turn blue if you didn't cum."

She turned and walked away from him, making certain her ass twitched and rolled as she moved.

Now Ron realized the full extent of the trouble he and his sister were in.

His balls did hurt like hell. He'd be sore for a week after being tied up like that, then not getting his rocks off. The woman knew exactly how best to humiliate him, how to inflict the most pain.

Ron hated her with all his soul.