CHAPTER SEVEN
After that, things calmed down for a while. My mother and father quit fighting and I kept seeing Mr. Kirkwood. Or Jason, as I ended up calling him.
I would go over to his house one night a week and we'd fuck until we could hardly move. Then we'd fuck some more.
His cock was absolutely incredible. He could do more things with it than I had ever imagined were possible, and after a while I began to feel like my cunt was perfectly molded to fit him. I was happy with this arrangement.
Then something happened that changed everything about our relationship. In fact, as I look back on it now, it seems likely that what happened at this point was the first in a series of events that led eventually to my decision to leave home.
What happened was my mother walked in on us while we were fucking. One day when I left home to go to Jason's house, I told my parents that I was going to the library. My mother said something about having to go out later herself, but that she'd probably be home before I got back. I guess a warning bell should have flashed in my mind then, but it didn't. I was too excited about the prospects for the evening ahead to be paying much attention to what my mother was saying.
At any rate, when I got to Jason's we had a drink, and then went upstairs. Lately we had been doing the same kind of thing he had been doing that night with mother – him tying me up and fucking me that way. I wasn't really crazy about it, but sometimes I could get into it.
Tonight, however, I came up with a twist.
'Why don't you let me tie you up?' I asked him.
'What?'
'You heard me.'
'I don't think so.'
'Come on, Jason, it's only fair. How many times have I let you do it to me?'
He looked uncertain, and I think for the first time I realized how important it was in his own mind for him to be the one in control. Finally, however, he gave in.
Five minutes later he was naked on the bed, each of his hands and feet carefully bound to the four bedposts. He looked uncomfortable and his cock was limp.
I loved it. Standing at the end of the bed I stripped for him, occasionally, reaching out with a light finger to touch his cock. It didn't stay limp for very long. When I was completely naked, I just stood there for a minute, enjoying the feeling of being in control. I could feel his eyes on my body, and I made sure to stand so that he could get a fantastic view of my firm tits and my hungry cunt.
'Come on,' he urged, wanting to get started.
'Not yet.'
I was going to give him a kind of treatment he'd never gotten before, at least not from me. He deserved it, and besides, it would be fun. There was a bottle of baby oil in the bathroom, and without giving him any explanation I went out to get it. When I came back a few seconds later, his cock was limp again.
'Ohhhh, poor baby. What's the matter with your soft little cock?'
He failed to appreciate my humor. 'I don't like this.'
'Aw, come on, Jason. Just relax and enjoy it.'
With that I reached down and took some of the oil in my hands. While he watched me, I rubbed it into my skin, making certain to cover my smooth, milky tits with it. As I rubbed them around I could feel my nipples getting hard, and I knew that Jason was enjoying it because his cock got hard again. I kept rubbing oil into my body, working it into every square inch that I could reach. When I got to my crotch, I by passed my pussy and went to work on my legs, making sure that my thighs became as shiny as the rest of my body. Then I went back to my cunt.
'You like this?' I asked him, knowing that he did. His cock was totally rigid.
He only nodded.
'Good. Now how about this?'
I took another handful of the oil and began to rub it into my cunt hair. After just a few seconds it glistened wetly, and when I touched it I could feel how incredibly smooth and slippery it was. I think that by this time he was finally relaxed and had forgotten about the bonds that held him in place.
At any rate, I knew that he wasn't feeling anything but excitement about what was happening in front of him and anticipation about what was going to happen in just a few minutes. I spread my pussy lips apart and rubbed some oil between my legs. It mixed with the pearly drops of cream that were already there, making my cunt a completely messy quagmire that was just waiting for a cock.
Now I climbed onto the bed with him. I could feel his eyes hungrily eating up my body, and I was aware that the oil was making me feel sexier than I ever had in my life. I looked at his cock. It was huge, rising up from his body like a tree. I touched it. As my slippery fingers closed around it, his entire body seemed to shudder slightly. Then I started stroking it, sliding my slippery hands all over his prick. There was enough oil left on them to make it possible for me to make his cock as wet and shiny as my entire body was. It also made it nice and slimy.
By the time I was finished with him I could tell that he was absolutely dying to stick his cock up into my wet cunt, but I wasn't ready for that yet. I wanted to make him wait. I ran my hands all over his body, starting with his face and ending up with his toes.
'Come on, Honey, you're driving me crazy.'
'Ohhh, poor baby.' Then I knew it was time to go ahead and give him what he wanted.
'All right, Jason. Tell me what you want.'
'You know good and fucking well what I want.'
'Tell me.'
'Jesus.'
I didn't move. He knew then that if he really wanted to fuck me he would have to go along with whatever little games I wanted to play.
'All right. I want your cunt. There. Are you satisfied?'
'I suppose.'
I moved forward, straddling him. I could see his eyes peering up into my parted slit, and I could imagine what he was seeing. It made my cunt even more excited just to think about it. Finally I stopped above his cock. My legs were parted, my thighs straining. Taking his hard cock in my hands I guided it to the entrance of my pussy. There I could feel his bulbous head pushing on my slippery lips, and I knew it wouldn't take much effort to slide his prick into my cunt.
I sat down.
'Mmmmmm, that's nice,' I moaned.
I could feel his rigid prick all the way up to my stomach. He began to thrust into me almost immediately. It was as if he had been waiting entirely too long for this moment to arrive, and now that it was here he wasn't going to waste any precious time.
'Do you like it, Jason?' I purred, squirming and writhing on his cock as he jammed it in and out of my pussy. 'Isn't it nice and slippery in there?'
He just groaned, but I knew that the oil was having the same effect on him that it was having on me. I could feel his cock better than I ever had before, it was almost as if my cunt was more sensitive. He tried to reach up and grab my tits, but his hands were tied too tightly to allow for anything like that. I laughed and bent over, letting one of my tits brush down against his mouth. When he tried to suck it, I pulled it back. Then when he relaxed I let it drop back down in his face again.
'You're a fucking nasty bitch,' he growled.
'I know.'
Then we both laughed.
'I'm gonna make you come,' he declared.
He did, and I did. First he started shoving harder and harder with his cock, driving it so deep into me that I had to gasp to keep from losing my breath. Then he added a circular motion that made his cockhead move all
