My First Silken Experience

I have always fantasised about being involved with a woman who enjoys
bondage games.  For as long as I can remember, I have always been
intrigued by the powerful images of bondage in the movies and on
television.  I used to sit glued to the television on a Saturday
morning, hoping that the heroine would be kidnapped, tied up and gagged
– even in the cartoons!  So, as a child, my favourite times were when
one of us was caught and tied up in a game of Cowboys and Indians –
usually I played with Stephanie, the girl who lived just up the street
from me. I always gave up much too easily.  She knew it too, but she
always seemed to get just as excited as I did at the prospect of
capturing and binding me.
 
As we got older, we continued to play our games of Cowboys and Indians.
I’ll never forget the last time we played  – I was in the seventh
grade.  I was sneaking up on her trying to capture her and she turned
around and jumped on me, wrestling me to the ground.  She looked down at
me from her position on top.  She was by this time several inches taller
than me and weighed about 10-15 pounds more than me.  She put her knees
outside my legs and, holding each wrist tightly, pinned me down.  She
told me I had been “caught.”  I could see a look in her eyes that seemed
to be a mixture of excitement and curiosity.  She told me she would let
me up if I promised to stay right where I was until she came back.  I
agreed and sat there waiting while she ran off into her house.  She was
gone a couple of minutes and came back with a piece of heavy cord about
four feet long and one of her mother’s silk head-squares which shimmered
as she draped it around her shoulders.

I looked up at her as she approached, and for the first time, realised
how grown-up and pretty she looked, especially with that scarf draped
richly over her shirt.  Her breasts were just beginning to show signs of
womanhood and her tall, thin body was gorgeous.  I was at the age when I
had just begun thinking about girls, and I had hoped that she was
starting to think the same way.  She stepped over me and told me I was
her prisoner and had to do everything she said.  I agreed.  She told me
to roll over onto my stomach and put my hands behind my back.  She knelt
down, putting one knee in the small of my back and lifted my arms
straight up. She told me to hold my wrists together and keep my arms
straight.

I did as she said, and before I knew it, I felt her tying the cord
tightly around my wrists.  When we had played before, we had always tied
each other loosely so that we could get away if we had to, but this time
I knew I was really tied up.  I protested, telling her that she was
hurting me, she smiled, and without saying a word, put the finishing
touches on her work, pulling the ends of the cord tightly and tying it
off in a double knot.  She helped me to my feet and looked me over.  She
whipped the scarf from around her neck, folded it into a long band and
tied it around my head, completely covering my eyes.  At first I could
see underneath it, but she flicked her finger near my eye and my
reflexive wince gave me away.  She retied the blindfold several times,
pressing up against me as she did.  I could smell her skin – kind of
fresh and soapy and there was a faint hint of perfume from the scarf.
She manoeuvred the silk band around my head, folding and smoothing it
until she was convinced I couldn’t see anything.  I asked her to take it
off and untie me, but she reminded me that it was my idea to play in the
first place.  I conceded and began to feel a certain amount of
excitement, as I began fantasising about Stephanie and what she might
look like naked and tied up.  I felt an erection growing in my shorts,
which were old and fairly tight.  I couldn’t see what it looked like,
but from Stephanie’s giggles, I could tell that it was obvious to her
that I was hard.

She told me that she always knew I liked playing tying-up games, but
never knew I liked it this much, and laughed again.  She grabbed the
front of my shirt, and began tugging at it, signalling for me to follow
her.  I knew we were going inside, since we were playing in her
backyard.  Then it dawned on me, we were going into her house, I would
be bound and noticeably excited it front of her mother and older
sister.  I began to pull away, telling her to let me go.  She told me no
one was home, and not to worry.  I still resisted, but much less.  She
backed me up and pushed me.  I fell down, landing comfortably on a
couch.  She told me she would be right back, and not to go anywhere. I
sat there wriggling, wondering what she was up to.  In a few minutes she
returned and told me to stand, she wanted to take me upstairs to her
bedroom. I agreed and followed her up, stumbling on the stairs several
times.

She pushed me again, and I fell on her bed.  Her pushing me must have
been a lot of fun for her, because each time she pushed me, she laughed
a little to let me know she was enjoying it.  The next thing I felt was
Stephanie unbuttoning my shorts and pulling them down around my ankles.
She commented on my erection that she could see through my underpants
and told me she had never actually seen a penis before, and asked if she
could look at mine.  I told her no, I was much too embarrassed at this
point.  She pulled on my underpants anyway and before I knew it they
were down around my ankles. There I was, lying half-naked, bound and
blindfolded on Stephanie’s bed. I pleaded with her to release me, I told
her the game was over.  She told me that the game was just beginning and
that I was talking too much.

The next thing I knew she put a big, balled-up scarf in my mouth.  It
was dry and the silk tasted awful – it must have had perfume or make-up
on it.  I tried to spit it out, but Stephanie forced another scarf
between my teeth and yanked the ends back behind my head.  I struggled
furiously, yelling at her to let me go; but with my hands tied behind
me, it was no use.  In seconds she had tied the scarf off with two
knots.  Now I knew why she had left me alone downstairs – she must have
gone into her mother’s room to rifle through her scarf drawer so that
she could gag me!  I kept yelling at her to untie me, my voice only a
little muffled by the two scarves she had gagged me with.  Then I heard
her tell me to shut up again and another scarf was forced between my
teeth and tied off behind my head.  Then she pressed another band of
perfumed silk right over my mouth and tied it off and then another.  By
now, my face was covered in silk from my chin to my nose and I could
barely hear my own shouts.  I tried to move my mouth around enough to
force the ball out, but the scarves holding it in place were secure.

The only noise that could escape was the high-pitched moan I would make
every time she brushed against my cock.  I was embarrassed and
humiliated, but kind of enjoying it!  Stephanie used some more cord and
tied my legs spread wide to the posts of her bed.  The whole time she
was laughing and teasing me, calling me Geronimo.  I tried to squirm
free and beg for release, but the bonds and scarves held tight.  She
knelt down between my legs and began rubbing and licking my cock,
telling me she was going to figure out how to do it right.  The
sensations I was getting were giving me clear signals she was doing
something right.

After a few minutes of rubbing and licking, she told me she wanted to
try something else. She had always heard that guys felt great pain when
they were kicked in the groin and she was going to use me to figure out
why.  She started by slapping my cock.  At first, gently, and then
slowly harder and harder.  The whole time I was squirming and making as
much noise as possible from behind the stifling gag.  Each time she kept
telling me that that wasn’t quite it.  She tried digging her fingernails
into my cock and scratching and flicking, but none of my responses met
with her satisfaction.

Finally in frustration, she stopped.  She untied the scarf blindfolding
me and told me to take a look at her.  She had put on some of her
sister’s lingerie - a black silk camisole and panties and pale hose with
garters.  She asked me if I liked it and I nodded repeatedly.  Her
small, high tits pressed out against the cami nicely, and she looked
truly sensational.  I had never seen anything like it, except in my
brother’s Playboys.  She told me that she couldn’t figure out what made
boys tick and wanted to try a few more things.  I shook my head to say
no, but she ignored me.

Then it happened – she discovered my balls.  She began slapping them,
watching my expression, but not convinced that she had done enough.  She
took each ball between her thumb and forefinger and began pinching.  I
tried to let out a scream, but her mother’s scarves packing my mouth
prevented me.  She had discovered the thing that made me tick.  She
alternated between slapping and stroking my cock and pinching my balls.
As she did, I became more and more excited until, finally, I had a
tremendous, overpowering sensation that began in my stomach and moved
like a rocket through my balls and cock.  Before either of us knew it,
my stomach and Stephanie’s hands and breasts were covered in white,
filmy cum.  I had had my first orgasm with a woman.

Stephanie only seemed to be worried that she had got cum on her sister’s
silk camisole.  I looked up at her and tried to tell her with my eyes to
keep going.  She leaned down and gave me a kiss on the cheek.  My head
was buzzing, and I barely noticed Stephanie jump up and run out of the
room, slamming the door behind her.  From the hallway I heard a second
voice asking Stephanie why she was dressed that way, what was she doing
wearing that cami?  Then the door swung open, and Diana, Stephanie’s
sister, stood there looking at me at first with a look of amazement, and
then one of amusement. She burst out laughing.  She called Stephanie
into the room and asked her to explain.  Stephanie’s face was beet red,
and her sister glared at her, demanding an answer.  Finally, Diana
couldn’t hold back her laughter, and gave her little sister a hug
telling her that it must run in the family.  Diana stepped over to me
and looked me up and down, commenting on what a nice job Stephanie had
done of securing me, although she did think that five scarves for a gag
was a bit excessive.  I kept squirming trying to get free, pleading to
Diana with my eyes to let me go.

She looked down at me telling me I had made a mess and ordered Stephanie
to get a towel to clean it up.  When Stephanie came back in the room,
holding the towel, Diana stopped her.  She said that although I had made
the mess that Stephanie probably had something to do with it.  Diana
told her she would have to learn how to behave better, and that the mess
that was made was inexcusable.  In addition, she seemed very unhappy
about Stephanie wearing her cami without her permission – especially now
that it was covered with my jism.  Stephanie tried to explain, but Diana
cut her off. She grabbed and length of rope and told Stephanie to turn
around.  Stephanie obeyed, and I lay there, watching in amazement as
Diana tied her sister up.  She tied her wrists and then lashed her
elbows together, which made her breasts stick out.  She told Stephanie
to bend over, so that her ass was sticking out.  Stephanie did as she
was told, and Diana began spanking her, gently at first, slowly building
up until she was smacking her ass with full force. Stephanie began
crying, and Diana responded by wadding up the scarf that had been my
blindfold and shoving it into her mouth. She spanked her ten more times
and then told her to clean up the mess.  I had got quite excited
watching the whole thing and my cock was erect again. Stephanie cleaned
all around my cock and stomach using the scarf in her mouth,
occasionally rubbing the sheer silk over my prick.

Diana came back into the room and examined her work.  She found it to
her satisfaction.  She came over to me and quickly untied my ankles,
pulled the scarves down from my mouth and pulled out the ball of wet
silk – the pain in my jaw was incredible, and Diana seemed to know it.
I began to ask her to let me go, but she cut me off, telling me I was in
too deep now, and there was no way I was going home.  She told me not to
say another word or make another sound or the gag would be put back in.
I nodded to let her know I understood.  She asked Stephanie to explain
what was going on.  Stephanie told her she was trying to learn about
sex, and told her all about our game.

Diana looked at me and thought for a minute. She told her that if she
wanted to know about sex, she was going to learn.  She reached down and
removed Stephanie’s hose, garter belt, panties and cami and told to lie
down on top of me and begin kissing my mouth.  She obeyed. Diana watched
and began rubbing herself while we kissed.  Next she told Stephanie to
begin using her tongue, probing the inside of my mouth.  This was our
first real kiss.  Diana took two of the scarves from around my neck and
rolled one of them until it resembled a length of cord.  She tied the
silken cord around our necks, so we couldn’t separate our heads, and
then while Stephanie was kissing me, she looped the other scarf around
our heads, above our ears and knotted it tightly.  We were now unable to
separate our lips, we were bound together in a kiss and both getting
very horny.  Diana started smacking us on our buttocks and backs as we
rolled on the bed. The pain made both of us kiss each other fiercely,
our tongues mashing together.

Stephanie began grinding her hips into my leg, and softly moaning into
my mouth. Diana slapped her ass over and over, telling her not to do
that, that she wasn’t ready. But Stephanie continued, each slap making
her grind harder and harder.  Diana stopped her, holding her steady and
grabbed the other four scarves, folding them all into long bands.  She
slid one under the small of my back, one beneath my shoulder blades and
the other two were placed under each of my knees. She manoeuvred
Stephanie back fully on top of me and made her tight wet pussy come down
and engulf my rigid cock – the most incredible sensation I have ever
felt!  Stephanie cried out as my cock came into her, but soon began
grinding again, but this time with each grind, Diana tightened one of
the scarves.  First at our waists, then the two at our knees, next our
chests and finally back to our waists.  Diana went out of the room for a
moment, returning with another handful of silk scarves and proceeded to
swathe our heads and legs in silk.  Our legs were bound so tightly
together, neither of us could move, except by rolling.  Stephanie
continued to move her pussy around, what little she could, but the
feeling in my cock stayed the same – wonderful, but frustrating.  As
much as I tried to, I could not move inside or outside of her at all.
Finally, Diana tightened yet another scarf around our waists, and
whatever movement Stephanie had been capable of before was gone.

We were together, in bed, kissing involuntarily, with my cock buried
deep inside her, unable to move to a climax.  We were both sweating and
the heat of our bodies made us both itchy and uncomfortable. We wanted
to beg for mercy, but we were gagged by each other’s tongues and the
layers of scarves binding our heads together.  Diana left the room again
and we could hear the phone ring over the sounds of our heavy
breathing.  When Diana returned, she told us we looked very cute, and
hoped we were enjoying ourselves. She also informed us that the phone
call was their mother, saying that her parents weren’t going to be home
tonight, they were planning a weekend with some neighbours. In fact, she
told us, those neighbours were my parents and they wanted to know if
Diana could watch the house and baby-sit me for the weekend, if it
wouldn’t be too much trouble. Diana laughed and said, “I told them it
will be no trouble at all.”

So there we lay, looking into each other’s eyes in the near-darkness of
our scarf binding. I felt both frustrated and excited.  I had just begun
to think of Stephanie as attractive.  Now I began to think I was falling
in love.  The look in her eyes made me believe she was thinking the same
thing.  Our mouths were beginning to get dry and pasty, but we kept
kissing as if it were our last chance.  Stephanie kept bucking with all
her strength against the scarves that held us together, desperately
wanting to grind her hips against mine.  Diana told us that we hadn’t
even started the evening yet, much less the weekend. It was Friday night
and she was going out, but she told us she would be back in a couple of
hours.  She left the room, took a shower, got dressed and left. It was
about 7:30.

Diana had left us, bound together, with my cock pressed up inside
Stephanie’s moist pussy.  I could smell the perfume from her mother’s
scarves as well as the sweat on Stephanie’s neck and cheeks, which was
really turning me on.  Neither of us could move a muscle, and both of
our lips and tongues, which had been pressed together, were beginning to
dry out.  Stephanie was still struggling to get free of the silken bonds
that held us together, I could feel her breathing getting harder and
more ragged as she struggled, her warm breath cascading over my face.  I
wanted to tell her I loved her, but I could barely make a sound, with
her tongue jammed inside my mouth.  I wanted to reach around and hug
her, but my arms were bound tightly behind my back. As time passed,
Stephanie discovered that she could get a little slack by making me lie
still and by forcing herself up and down against me.  Her pussy had
begun to dry out  but it quickly became hot and wet again with her
efforts.  She brought me to orgasm twice and came herself three times
before she slumped against me, exhausted by her struggles.

I rolled her over underneath me and began bucking and jerking against
the scarves binding us together.  My cock was raw and sore by the time I
finished and we had both come twice more, but I had generated enough
slack that I was able to work myself around so that my back was to
Stephanie and with grunts through the scarves binding our heads, I
indicated to her to do the same.  Eventually, we were back to back and
we started to work on the cords binding our wrists.  I got Stephanie’s
hands free first and then she did the same for me.  Then we started to
work on the scarves binding us together.  The knots had become very
tight as a result of our struggles – Diana had tied square knots in all
of the scarves; if she had tied triple knots, we never would have
escaped.  Finally, we were free.  We stood on Stephanie’s bedroom floor,
surrounded by scarves and cords and kissed for a long time.

Stephanie suggested a drink and we scampered down to the kitchen and
drained a quart of orange juice between us, gulping ravenously.  Then we
held hands and went back upstairs to her parents’ room.  Stephanie
stripped me completely naked and went over to her mother’s chest of
drawers and pulled out some more scarves.  She began folding one down
into a band and I picked one up and started doing the same.  We
blindfolded each other and started kissing and petting again.  I picked
up a folded scarf and used it as a glove, gently caressing Stephanie’s
breasts, stomach and thighs.  She started moaning and thrashing
underneath me and caressed my hardening cock and my balls with another
scarf.  We made love again slowly, relishing the freedom of our bodies
and caressing each other with the lustrous silk.  As we lay there
afterwards, Stephanie started giggling and suggested that we capture
Diana when she came home and give her the same sort of hard time that
she had given us.  I agreed and we started planning how we would
overpower her.

A little while later, Diana returned home.  I was waiting at the top of
the stairs, hidden by the banisters, and watched her coming up.  She was
wearing a silk T-shirt and jeans and she was a little unsteady on her
feet – she seemed a bit drunk.  As she came to the top of the stairs, I
slipped into the bathroom, got into the bath and hid behind the shower
curtain.  Sure enough, Diana made a bee-line for the bathroom, kicked
off her shoes, pulled her jeans down and sat on the toilet.  I waited
until she had started peeing and shouted “NOW”.

Stephanie burst out of the airing cupboard holding a length of rope with
a  slip-knot on the end of it.  At the same time, I jumped out of the
bath with my piece of rope.  Diana was caught between us and gaped in
amazement at her kid sister and her boyfriend, both buck-naked and
brandishing ropes.  Without hesitation, I grabbed for Diana’s right hand
and slipped my loop of rope over it.  Stephanie did the same with
Diana’s left hand.  We pulled our loops tight and stretched her arms out
wide, opened the bathroom door and started forcing her towards the
parents’ bedroom.  Diana struggled like a wild animal, but her jeans
around her ankles hobbled her and our combined strength was greater than
hers, so we forced her inexorably into the room onto the big double bed
and tied off her arms.

Diana kicked viciously at us as we pulled her jeans fully off, so I sat
on her thighs while Stephanie brought the ropes that we had already tied
to the bedposts up to Diana’s ankles and tied them off.  We stepped
back, panting, and surveyed our handiwork.  Diana was bound,
spread-eagled on the bed, dressed in her top and panties and struggling
and screaming like crazy.  I picked up a couple of scarves and sat on
her chest.  She bucked and twisted underneath me, but she couldn’t shift
me.  I made her open her mouth by pinching her nose and forced the first
scarf in, getting bitten in the process.  I slapped her hard across the
face for that and cruelly stuffed the second scarf into her mouth as
well.  Stephanie gave me another scarf, already folded into a band, and
I jammed it between Diana’s teeth and tied it off behind her head.  I
pinched one of her tits and she squealed in protest.

“Still too loud,” I said.  “Give me some more scarves.”  Stephanie gave
me two more scarves and I folded one down into a small pad and tied it
in place over Diana’s mouth with the other.  When I pinched Diana again,
all I heard was a tiny high-pitched squeak from behind all the silk.
“One  more,” I said.  “I don’t want to be able to hear anything from
this bitch.”
Stephanie gave me another scarf and I pressed it over Diana’s mouth,
crossed the ends behind her head and brought them back to the front.  I
started pulling them tighter and tighter, forcing all the packing deeper
into Diana’s mouth.  The scarf in my hands was biting into her skin and
her cheeks started bulging out over it.  Diana made frightened mewling
sounds and her eyes went wide as I tied off that final gag.

“Can you hear anything?” I asked Stephanie.  I pinched Diana’s nipples
hard.  She screamed long and hard and her face went bright red.  I could
barely hear anything and I was right on top of her.  Stephanie shook her
head from the bottom of the bed.
“I can see that she’s trying to make noise, but I can’t hear anything
except her breathing,” she said.
I blindfolded Diana, just to heighten her sense of helplessness, wedging
a scarf pad over her eyes with another scarf tied around her head.  Her
face was completely obscured by scarves now and all I could see of her
features was the tip of her nose and one of her cheeks bulging out from
between the gag and the blindfold.  I checked all the knots on the ropes
that spread-eagled her onto the bed.  She seemed securely tied, but I
felt that there was too much slack in her arms, so I re-tied them, one
at a time, stretching her out until the muscles in her arms quivered
with the strain.  Through all of this, Diana kept up a steady stream of
noise, none of which we could really hear past all those scarves and she
continued to struggle, even though she must have realised that her
efforts were useless.  When she was tied to both mine and Stephanie’s
satisfaction, we left her struggling and moaning and went downstairs to
get something to eat.

When we came back up, Diana was lying quietly on the bed.  We tiptoed
into the room and dropped a handful of ice inside her T-shirt and
another into her panties.  She immediately started bucking and screaming
again, the bed creaking a little from her attempts to free herself.  We
cut her T-shirt, bra and panties off and flipped a coin to see who would
go first.  Stephanie won and climbed between her sister’s legs and
started licking and nibbling at her pussy.  I got very aroused at this
and got up behind Stephanie and tied her hands behind her back with a
scarf and started rubbing my prick up and down against her slit.  She
got wet and slippery very quickly and groaned as I slipped my sore cock
into her.
“Unnhh, unnhh, blindfold me.”  she said.

I folded a scarf into a pad and placed it over her eyes, tying it in
place with another scarf, all the while fucking her from behind.  Diana
seemed unaware of my efforts with her sister, being lost in her own
world of pleasure.  She was writhing back and forth, an inch or two in
each direction and making cooing noises into her gag as Stephanie
licked  and sucked at her.  As I felt myself start to cum, I pushed
further and faster into Stephanie, forcing cries from her lips.  Diana
stiffened and squeaked in protest as Stephanie bit her clitoris, but I
ignored her and kept up my thrusting.  I came, grabbing and tweaking at
Diana’s breasts and plunging faster and faster into Stephanie.

Finally, my cock went limp and popped out of Stephanie’s pussy.  I
rolled her over onto her back, gagged her with a couple of scarves  and
put my face between her legs for the first time.  She was very hot to
the touch down there and there was a strong salty smell and taste as I
latched onto her pussy.  I found her knobbly little clitoris and started
licking it for all I was worth.  Stephanie came within seconds, clamping
my head between her legs.  I kept licking until her legs relaxed and
then let her slump over her sister’s torso.

Then I went to work on Diana, licking and sucking, nibbling and
stroking, fingering and pinching until I had her in a lather of
perspiration, writhing sensually against me.  I made her cum four times
with no break, with my mouth and hands, and each orgasm seemed stronger
than the last.  I tried to fuck her, but stretched out flat as she was,
I couldn’t get a good angle to penetrate her, so I untied her feet.  My
cock was red and sore from all of the work it had done in the past six
hours, but I wasn’t going to miss this opportunity – Diana was the most
desired girl in the whole neighbourhood.  I had masturbated hundreds of
times to images of her beneath me and now that I had her naked, tied up,
gagged and blindfolded, I sure wasn’t going to let a bit of soreness
come between me and the most beautiful girl in my world.

I lifted her legs up over my shoulders and pushed my cock deliberately
into her.  She was looser than I expected – much looser than Stephanie’s
virgin pussy – but as I thrust into her, she moaned and her pussy
clamped down onto my cock.  I pulled out of her almost all the way and
thrust in again slowly and again her pussy squeezed me.  After a few
more thrusts, I realised that Diana was controlling her pussy muscles.
I got really excited then.  I had never even heard of a girl who could
do this – not even in Playboy!  I stopped thrusting and took off her
blindfold.  Looking her in the eyes, I said, “Fuck me.  Fuck me without
moving.  Just use your pussy”.

I thrust fully up into her and let go of her legs.  I felt the pressure
build up on my cock and then subside.  The sensation was amazing!  Even
better than my first feel of Stephanie’s pussy coming down onto me!
Diana gazed coolly at me over her mammoth gag and fucked me without
moving a single muscle, except her pussy -– clamp, pull and relax;
clamp, pull and relax.  She wriggled her ass occasionally as she clamped
down on me and the pain in my cock made me gasp.  She started making
tiny moaning sounds behind the scarves in her mouth as she fucked me and
she increased her pace.  She closed her eyes and her whole body went
tense then relaxed.  I ignored her as best I could and concentrated hard
on not coming too quickly.  Eventually though, she won – I spurted up
into her and my raw and sore cock went limp and flopped out of her.

Stephanie, meanwhile, had recovered from her exhaustion and was sitting
up, struggling against her bonds.  I freed her and we talked about what
we would do next to Diana.  We decided that we needed some rest before
doing anything else and we spread Diana’s legs out on the bed again,
tying them off to the bedposts, took off the outer layers of her gag so
that she could breathe more easily and then we went back into the
Stephanie’s bedroom and dropped off to sleep in each other’s arms.

I awoke to a delicious sensation between my legs - warm and tight and
moist.  Looking down, I saw Diana kneeling between my legs with her eyes
blindfolded and her hands tied behind her back sucking me off.
Stephanie was behind her, wearing a black bra and panties, with her hair
tied back into a ponytail with a black scarf.  She was holding Diana’s
hair and controlling the pace of events for me, fingering herself with
her hand wrapped in another scarf.  Diana was not just kneeling -
Stephanie had hobbled her legs by tying her ankles to her thighs, so
Diana could not move out of her kneeling position.

I grabbed Diana’s head between my hands and started pushing her mouth
further down onto my cock.
“Deeper.  Take it deeper,” I rasped.
Diana started to retch as my cock brushed against the back of her
mouth.  She tried to pull away, but I held her firmly by the tails of
her scarf blindfold and forced her to increase the pace.  I felt the
by-now all too familiar rush in my balls and I started to cum.  Diana
jerked her head away from my cock as she felt the cum in her mouth, and
some of my cum sprayed on her face and on her blindfold, but I quickly
grabbed her hair and forced her back onto me.
“Take  it all.  Every last little wriggler.”
She screamed and tried to twist her head away, but I held her tighter
and pumped my cock in and out of her mouth.  When I was finished, I let
her go.  She immediately started spitting my cum out and screaming
hysterically.
“You filthy fucking little prick!  You bastard shithead scumbag!  Fuck
you!  Fuck you!  Fuck yummmmph!”
Stephanie had stuffed the scarf she had been using to finger herself
with into Diana’s mouth and held it in place with her hand.  She pointed
to the pile of scarves left on the floor from our bondage session the
previous day.
“Get  another one and let’s shut her up.”
I grabbed two scarves and opened them out on the bed.  I laid one over
the other and started to roll them into a thick silk rope.  Then I got
up on the bed behind Diana and flipped the bulky band of silk over her
head and pulled it up tight against Stephanie’s hand.  Stephanie pulled
her hand away and I jerked back on the ends of the gag, forcing Diana’s
head back and her mouth to open.  The two scarves, rolled tightly
together, slipped sweetly into her mouth and I tied a double knot at the
back; then I pulled Diana backwards until she tipped over onto her back
with her legs doubled under her.  I jerked the ends of the scarves back
around to the front and tied them off in her mouth.
I looked at Stephanie.  “Well that sure beats a bowl of Wheaties to
start your day!  What would you like to do now?”

To be continued .........