Book Bound
(So, I'm finally back to writing. Sorry for the delay, I was really busy plus my best friend's parents opened their pool this past weekend and I've been using most of my free time to lay out in the sun and swim. But, now I'm back, suitably bronzed and ready to write some sexy stuff. This story is about a lesson everyone has heard but never really believes until they learn it for themselves. That lesson being to never judge a book by how it's bound. In keeping with my style this story is about me, is mostly true, and the names have been changed to protect the innocent.)
Jack was considered by a large majority of girls at my school to be the hottest guy there. I must admit I found him remarkably attractive myself. His sleek feline form and powerful build made girls' heads turn. He was exceptionally tall for a tiger, standing at over six feet and had piercing green eyes. Needless to say, I want him.
I finally got my chance one evening when I noticed him at the diner me and my best friend frequent. He was sitting at the counter alone. I took the stool next to him. At first, he didn't recognize me from school but after some pretty expert flirting on my part (and a well placed hand on his thigh) he was very interested to get to know me better.
The diner was quiet, the lunch rush had died down and it would be several hours before the dinner rush began. Mona, my best friend and frequent partner in crime, excused herself to use the ladies room, giving me and Jack the perfect opportunity to chat.
By this time Jack was leaning towards me, a handsome grin on his face, his piercing eyes melting me. I was already slightly aroused by his confident display and handsome smile. We had been flirting and making idle chitchat until Mona left, but the moment she was out of sight I felt his large hand slide over the knee of my tight jeans. I swallowed hard.
"I can't stand it anymore," he whispered, bending down to place his lips against the cup of my ears. "You're turning me on like crazy. Come to my car with me." Not a request, but an order. I was even more turned on.
"I can't," I said reluctantly. "I can't leave without my friend."
He seemed annoyed at first, his strong brow puckering. Then a smile lit his face up again. He slowly licked his lips and whispered again, "Follow me."
He took my hand, giving me no choice (not that it would have mattered) and led me to the men's room. The restroom was just a single room with a urinal, toilet and sink, made to be occupied by one person at a time. He closed the door behind me and before his fingers nimbly flicked the lock he was kissing me. His full lips pressed against mine in an eager kiss, I could feel his warm, rough tongue rubbing gently but insistently against my upper lip and I returned the action on his lower lip.
His hands slide from my waist, up my sides to cup my breasts. He wasted no time, rubbing his thumbs over my already stiff nipples. I too was eager for the stimulation. My hand began rubbing against the front of his jeans. I was surprised at how aroused he was. I could feel his member pulsing against the front of his jeans, and he moaned into my mouth. I turned my head and slipped my tongue into his mouth. He sucked on it, twirling his own around it in a sensuous dance.
Finally I could take no more, my sex ached with wonton lust as he continued to grope my chest. My fingers found the zipper of his pants and quickly pulled it down. The sudden action made him jump back, breaking our kiss. I giggled lightly and leaned in to kiss his neck. My hand slipped into his pants. After a moment negotiating his boxers I found my prize. His member was average sized or perhaps a little below average, which surprised me as he was otherwise a large young man.
I gently tugged his hard member from his pants; the head was already slick with pre-cum. I continued to suck on his neck, wrapping my fingers slowly around the head of his penis. I squeezed a few times, eliciting a deep moan from Jack. The sound was urgent and desperate. I smiled against his neck slowly sliding my hand down his shaft.
He came immediately. With a shuddering moan he stiffened and his member throbbed in my hand, shooting his seed over my arm and shirt. Needless to say, I was not pleased. I looked up at him, an annoyed look on my face. He wouldn't meet my gaze. He said nothing, but pulled up the zipper to his pants and left me to clean up his embarrassing mess.
Several minutes later, when I stormed out of the bathroom Mona was sitting at the counter grinning at me. Her expression changed when she saw my irate expression.
"What happened?" she asked when we were in her car again.
"It wasn't the magical experience I anticipated," I said sarcastically.
"Not very satisfying eh?" she said laughing loudly.
"I don't want to talk about it," I said with a sigh. "I have to go to my tutor's anyway. I'll tell you later when I'm not pissed anymore."
I fumed on the way to the tutor's apartment. I wasn't just upset at having an unfulfilling experience with Jack. It wasn't the first time I had been with a guy who didn't do it for me. I was mostly pissed because he had turned me on so much leading up to the bathroom disaster. Now I had to go to my tutoring both pissed and turned on. On top of that, it was summer and I was in English grammar tutoring to make up for my poor grade in sophomore English the previous year.
My tutor was a college freshman named Richard, not Rick or Rich or even Dick. Richard. He was short, an inch shorter than me, and wore thick wire rimmed glasses on his thin face. His canine figure was slight and his shaggy hair hung about his face in wild disarray (but thankfully it was clean and he didn't smell). I sighed as his mother opened the door and led me inside.
Richard met me at the bottom of the stairs; he smiled at me and led me up to his room. The walls of his room were covered in posters for movies I had never seen and band I had never heard of. We sat at his desk and I got out my drill book to begin the boring lesson. His laptop was open and as I sat down I must have bumped the mouse because it came out of sleep mode. I was surprised to see a naked woman tied up in intricate configurations appear on the screen.
Richard snapped the laptop closed and looked down at me with a stern, blushing face. "That came with the computer," he said awkwardly.
I didn't reply but looked up at him with an eyebrow cocked incredulously. I only saw the image for a moment but I must admit it turned me on quite a bit. I wondered what he was doing before I got there. I thought about what I had been doing before I got there and had to smile at myself.
As we worked our way through drills I couldn't help but notice how commanding his voice was when he instructed me. I stole little glances at him as we worked, though he wasn't the tall, muscular jocks I normally go for he was handsome in an untraditional way. I especially like the set of his square jaw and his dark inquisitive eyes. Perhaps I was just in an excited state from the day's earlier exploits but I found myself picturing him without his t-shirt on. I caught myself wondering what was hidden behind his jean shorts.
He caught me staring at him from the corner of my eye and grinned. He didn't say anything; he just tapped the page I was supposed to be reading. I sighed and turned back to my work, staring listlessly down at the material. I had my hands clasped in my lap when suddenly I felt his hand on my wrist. I gasped a bit and began to turn.
"Eyes on the paper Lana," he said sternly.
I didn't know what to do, but I decided I would see where he was going with this. He moved my hand half way up his thigh and left it there. I sat perfectly still for a moment, my eyes locked on the book in front of me but my mind reeling. I don't know what had come over him, maybe it had been my reaction to the picture on his computer, and maybe he could tell I was aroused from the moment I walked into his room. Whatever it was he was acting more boldly than I thought him capable of.
I began to rub my hand against his thigh. I could see him grinning beside me, confident and yet calm. My curiosity got the better of me eventually and I began slowly sliding my hand up his thigh. When my fingers brushed against his bulge I thought at first he had something large in his pocket. But a tentative squeeze told me that it was in fact his member. A soft moan escaped his lips as I squeezed the tip. I was shocked at how well endowed he was, for such a small guy.
I licked my lips, excited at the prospect of his large member. I slid my hand back and forth over his throbbing penis, feeling my own sex respond to the intimate contact. I reached for his zipper and slowly pulled it down, reaching my hand inside his jeans. My fingers slowly wrapped around the largest member I had ever encountered. I could barely get my small hand all the way around it. I slowly drew it out of his pants.
He pushed his chair back. I no longer pretended to pay attention to the book on the desk in front of me. I turned to look at the impressive length. I gasped when my gaze fell upon it. It was longer than average but its girth was the most impressive attribute. I felt my breath begin to deepen as I stared hypnotized, at Richards throbbing member.
His hand idly rubbed my lower back, as we were both still facing the desk. I felt his hand sliding up to my neck. He pulled my head gently towards his crotch, insistently but slowly, as if he had all the time in the world. I didn't resist but let myself be directed towards his hot trembling flesh. I licked my lips, mere inches away from the head. He held me there, waiting for me to make the next move. I was all too glad to oblige.
I leaned down the last few inches and placed a gentle kiss on the very tip. He shivered gently as I flicked my tongue between my lips, lapping gently at it. I felt his hips thrust up slightly, but I pulled back, not wanting to take him into my mouth yet. I wrapped my fingers around the base as best I could, and began to slowly trace my tongue around the head. Above me, Richard moaned appreciatively. I could taste a hint of his pre as my tongue covered the head of his dick in warm saliva.
After a few minutes of teasing I took the head into my mouth. My mouth felt full, it was all I could do just to get the tip of Richard's massive erection into my mouth, that I could barely massage it with my tongue. I began to slide my mouth down the length of his penis unable to get more than half the length in my mouth. I put my one hand on his knee and the other on his hip as I began to bob my head up and down on the top half of his member.
He didn't put his hand on the back of my head, which surprised me (most guys like to do that for some reason). I heard him open a desk drawer as I continued to suck him, feeling the eager pulsing of his dick against my soft, moist lips. I felt his hand sliding down my arm towards his knee. Suddenly I felt something cold and hard wrap around my wrist. I opened my eyes wide and saw a handcuff snapped closed on my right wrist.
I can't explain exactly why, but this turned me on even more. I showed him my appreciation by redoubling my efforts. I let my head pump up and down on his dick, sliding my tongue out to lap at the underside of his impressive member. He pulled my arms behind my back and snapped my other wrist into the cuff. My hands now trapped behind my back I felt him grip my head and slowly draw if off of his dick.
He looked down at me smiling as he rose to his feet. Suddenly he seemed much larger than I remembered. Taller, broader, more in control, more confident. I swallowed hard, tasting the pre cum slide down my throat. I felt my moist sex quiver in anticipation. He pulled me to my feet and yanked my shirt and bra up over my chest, exposing my breasts. My nipples tingled in the cool air. I could feel my breasts rising and falling rapidly as I breathed deeply.
He reached out, the same confident smile on his face, and pinched one of my nipples, just enough to hurt and at the same time send jolts of pleasure from my nipple to my sex. I moaned, turned on as much by the stimulation as the dominance he displayed. He stepped closer to me, the tip of his dick pointing up just enough to press against my stomach, over the waist of my low rise jeans. His hands reached around to my butt. He gripped it firmly and pulled me against him.
With my arms behind my back I was his. Completely unable to resist him and completely unwilling if I could. His hands had free reign over my body and he exercised it liberally. He slid his hand over my exposed flesh in a sensuous sinuous dance which made my mind reel. His eyes held my like an iron vice, unwilling to let me look away for a moment, I hesitated even to blink. And then his hands were at the button fly of my jeans, slowly, methodically pulling each button loose until the last one came open.
He sank slowly to his knees yanking my jeans down as he went. He left them wrapped around my ankles, tying them as effectively as the handcuffs had my wrists. He kneeled below me looking up, first at my hopelessly moist pink panties then to my eyes. His smile remained confident, not the slightest hint of timidity or eagerness. He had me, I was his, unable to do anything but his will. As he rose to his feet he kept those bright eyes locked on mine.
He left my panties on and turned me around. It was difficult not to trip as he spun me around to face the wall. I could feel the tip of his member brushing back and forth over my panty-clad bottom. I bit my lower lip, eagerly awaiting his next move. He pushed me up against the wall, bending me forward until my face and shoulders leaned against the surface. It was awkward but I was unable to resist. I heard him chuckle behind me.
He gently slid his hand between my legs sliding it slowly up my inner thigh until his palm cupped my sex. I moaned as he pushed the moist fabric against my aching pussy. I began to grind against his hand, rocking my hips back and forth, desperate for release. But he pulled his hand away, pulling my panties aside as he did. Next, I felt the tip of his penis pressing against my moist pussy lips. I moaned loudly against the wall.
He ran his hand slowly up my back as he rocked his hips back and forth between my labia, dragging his hot dick against my aching sex. He gripped my shoulder just as his member ground against my clit. I let out a long moan, my sex aflame with wanton desire. He slid his dick back again before thrusting slowly into me.
His member slid in painfully slow. He moaned savoring every inch as his penis filled me. I could feel my sex clenching around him, pulling, coaxing him into me. I thought his teasing would never end, but after what felt like an eternity his hips pressed against my ass. I began to buck against him, pushing my sex up and down his member while he stayed still. I thrust up and down, able only to move an inch or two of his dick in and out of my pussy. I moaned desperate for him to take me.
When he finally began to thrust into me I was already so aroused I could barely think. His thrusts were slow, patient. I was his toy; he would use me at his leisure. I was his helpless victim, he my conqueror. I could already feel my orgasm building. What surprised me the most was the utter helplessness of the moment was the biggest turn on. I wasn't having sex with him, he was having sex with me, and there was nothing I could do but submit to his will.
Suddenly, his free hand grabbed my hip, and his impossibly slow thrusts began to speed up. He grunted softly, groaning occasionally. His impressive penis pulsed inside me and seemed to grow large, pushing against the walls of my sex like a hot piston. Velvety fluids flowed out of my pussy and trickled down my leg. He squeezed my shoulder hard enough to bring a gasp of pain from my lips. The sensation only turned me on further.
My orgasm snuck up quickly. I felt it build slowly at first, and then suddenly my entire body was alive with the exquisite sensation. He pulled me back onto him, his balls slapping against me. I felt my pussy contract around his magnificent cock. My eyes rolled up into my head as a tidal wave of pleasure crashed through me. From head to toe I tingled, even my numb aching hands felt electrified with the sheer ecstasy of a powerful orgasm.
Richard felt me cumming even before I did. He slammed hard into me and held me against the wall as his throbbing member pounded into me over and over again, shepherding me through the powerful experience. When I was beginning to come down from my high I felt his member stiffen inside me, pulsing as his own orgasm neared.
He pulled out just before he came and spun me around. I was surprised and confused, but bound as I was I was in no position to question. He pushed me down to my knees at his feet, his large prick standing stiffly out, pointing at my face. He stroked himself several times before I realized what he was doing.
My mouth fell open in surprise as he came. His hot seed sprayed in torrents from the tip of his impressive sex. I was shocked at how much erupted from him. Jet after jet of burning hot semen splashed against my face, painting stripes of white across my nose, lips and cheeks. I felt it spurt against my tongue, and savored the delicious essence.
When his orgasm had passed he looked down at me, the cocky smile still on his face. He said nothing to me as he retrieved the keys from the desk. I turned away so he could unlock my handcuffs but he just stood there staring at me for a minute, his eyes drinking me in, paying special attention to my ass. Finally he unlocked me. I arranged my clothes and cleaned up in the bathroom. When I went to retrieve my books he stopped me. He placed a single soft kiss on my lips and said "See you next week."