Rebecca: The Last Hurrah Ch. 01

"I would get so wet thinking about all of our hot and steamy nights together. I would remember how you kissed my neck and played with my nipples until I was begging for your cock. I would remember how you felt between my legs, the warmth and the fullness, and what it was like hearing you panting by my ear."

" But most of all, I remembered how you took me into your strong arms, and fucked me with all your might. Then when I was lost in the pleasure and intensity of the moment, you would cum, and I would cum, and we would lay there, just breathing and holding each other."

Her deeply passionate narrative aroused me both physically and emotionally. I wanted to do more than just cum, I wanted to feel the same way she felt at the end of sex with me. However, the more carnal feelings returned as she continued.

"As I thought about that, my hands would touch and explore my soaked pussy, and, just like in the shower, I couldn't help but let them wander free. I would play with my clit just enough to build up the feeling and then I would stop. I did this over and over again, each time getting closer. When I couldn't take it anymore, I would finally bring myself to orgasm."

"Was it always the same?" I asked. "Did you do this every time you masturbated?"

"Oh no, I do a lot of different things when I masturbate. Sometimes I would use some lube, or I would break out one of my toys, and most of the time I would play with my nipples. It's just whatever I was in the mood for. There were the days when I wanted to think of sweet and passionate love making, and then there were the days when I just wanted to get off hard and often."

I thought about her words and compared them to my thoughts. I felt the same way sometimes, often just jacking off to thoughts in my head, or if I needed something a little more hardcore I would find something on the internet. I knew that Rebecca watched porn also, and the thought of her sitting in front of her computer, watching people do various naughty things all while going to town on herself was quite arousing. My cock was already straining hard against my jeans.

Suddenly remembering a question, I asked her right away.

"So I asked you before, but what's in the bag," I said motioning towards the duffel on the floor.

"Ah yes!" she said, "that's what I call my 'goodie bag'. I have everything in there for an exciting night."

"Exciting how?" I asked.

She leaned over the side of the bed to grab the bag, and then sat upright with the bag in her lap.

"Well, after you I decided to explore my deviant side a little more. I even got another tattoo. Look!"

She lifted up her shirt on her right side, and on the back of her ribs was an uncolored and rough looking round shape with squiggles running in uneven spirals in the middle of it. It kind of resembled a crumpled up piece of paper.

I couldn't think of what it was so I jsut said the first thing that came to mind.

"What is it? A cabbage?"

She frowned and said, "No, it's a carnation. You know, the flower?"

Knowing what it was supposed to be, I sort of saw the flower, but without any color it looked weird.

"I'm getting it colored this summer. It hurts like hell on the ribs so I didn't get it all done at once."

"Fair enough," I said before asking, "so tell me a little more about your "deviant" side."

"Well after our split, I started missing the constant stream of sex we had. Deciding that the best remedy for that situation was to go and purchase a little toy."

She unzipped the bag and fumbled her hand around inside. When she found what she was looking for, she pulled out a small bag. Out of that she pulled a little egg shaped toy with a soft plastic exterior.

"I got this little guy from the local 'adult' store for fairly cheap, but he does his job quite nicely."

With that, she twisted the egg and it began to vibrate in her fingertips.

"But this could only do so much for me. Soon got a new toy to play with."

Again, she reached in the bag, and this time she withdrew a longer, more traditionally shaped vibrator. It had a blue jelly like surface and was studded with raised edges and bumps.

"Between this and the small vibrator, I really enjoy my alone time."

"I imagine so," I said.

The duffel bag was large though, and I still wanted to know what else she had in there. I grabbed it from her lap without any protest from her, and peeked inside. The first thing I saw was various lengths of rope, all neatly coiled. They were made from soft cotton, and some had fluffy tufts sticking off of them from lots of use.

Next was a little chain with a series of clips stung on it. I'm assuming they were for nipples and whatever else the user felt like clipping them on to. I also found a collar, wrist restraints, a blindfold, silk ties, and lots of other fun stuff floating around the bag.

"Wow," I said looking up, "how much of this have you used?"

"Nearly all of it, but not as often as I would like."

"Why's that?"

"Well I seem to have scared off everyone else after you with this stuff. You see that right there?" she said pointing to a plastic ring in the bottom of the bag. I picked it up and immediately knew it as a cock ring. The stretchy material resisted a little as I pulled it slightly apart.

Rebecca took it from my hands and held it up between us.

"You wouldn't believe how many problems this little thing caused. I only had to suggest it to some guys and they would get antsy," she said.

"And those nipple clamps!," she said pointing again, "they aren't that strong, but the way some guys reacted, you would think they were being bitten by alligators."

I laughed and dug around the bag some more.

"And this rope?" I asked, holding up a coil.

"Well they have no problem when they tie me up, but damn did they squirm when I tried to do it to them."

It was funny listening to her describe the uncomfortable situations she put the poor bastards in. However, there was part of me wanted to ask just how many guys there had been after me. On the other hand, in my state of arousal and with my views of sex, that answer didn't really matter to me. All that mattered was what was happening now, and I have to say the thought of the direction the night was headed was intriguingly exciting.

When Rebecca had finished telling me all about the guy who nearly cried when she refused to untie him before she had orgasmed, all I could think about was me being that guy. More so, I thought about just how much I would love it.

I didn't know how to say that exactly, since I didn't have much experience on the kinkier side of sex, so I decided to guide the conversation towards our current situation.

"So this really turns you on then? Tying people up and being tied up?" I asked.

"Oh yeah, I found out that I have a really dominant side, but there's also the part of me that wants control taken away."

"Hmmm," I began, "I think I'm the same way. With my size I guess most girls expect me to take the lead., and believe me, I love that. But I wouldn't mind seeing what it's like to lose that power."

Her eyes lit up as I spoke, and I could tell her mind was racing at the thought that I was agreeing to her new style of play.

"Well in that case, if you would let me, I would love to show what it's all about."

"Ok," I said, "just don't get too crazy."

"Oh, you don't have to worry. I don't do anything that requires a safeword," she replied with a wink.

"So," I said standing up, "how do we begin?"

"Well first," she said as she walked over to the window, " we don't need these clothes on."

She closed the blinds and turned around to face me. She removed her jacket and tank top before closing the gap between us. She met me in a big hug, wrapping her arms around my back and shoulders and pressing her mouth into mine. I could feel her hard nipples pressing into my front as my cock poked into her stomach. She felt small against my six foot four inch frame, but the idea that this one hundred and fifteen pound girl was going to tie me up and use me as a sex toy excited me greatly.

Her arms unwrapped from around me and went down to the bottom hem of my shirt. Without breaking our kiss, she ran her hands up my body and found my nipples. She tweaked them a little and when they were hard enough, she squeezed them between her fingers.

I felt wonderful and her play sent jolts all the way down to my cock, which twitched with every pinch. She stopped just long enough to pull my shirt up more, bringing it above my chest. Her mouth found my hard nipples and gently sucked and nibbled each one. While she was occupied with that, I took my shirt the rest of the way off and tossed it behind me. I didn't know what to do with my hands as she continued to work on my chest, so I just let them awkwardly rest at my sides. She noticed this and finally stopped what she was doing and stood up completely.

She drew up close against me, and grabbing my hands with hers, brought them around to her ass. She forcefully put them against her supple cheeks as if to say, "this it what you should be doing with these!" and without further delay, I took her hint. As I squeezed and groped her ass, she gave me deep tongue kiss, although this time she keep her hands on my chest, rubbing my now tender nipples.

This time I was the one who pulled away from our kiss. She looked up at me as I looked down on her, and for a moment I was locked in her gorgeous eyes. She looked back down as if she was about to go back to my nipples, but I chose to act before she could.

I grabbed her suddenly, picking her up off the floor a little. I then swung her around so her back was to the bed. She looked a bit surprised but also delighted as I did this. With her feet firmly back on the floor, I put my hands at her waistline, and hooked my thumbs into her sweat pants. With a single action, I dropped to a crouch and pulled her pants down around her knees.

Not giving her any time to recover from this, I buried my face into her crotch, busying my tongue in lapping up the sweet dew that had collected on her pink lips. Her hands pushed my head hard into her groin, trying to get as much contact with my mouth as possible. I adjusted my position, getting out of my squatting stance and onto my knees. I took a breather when I did this, but instantly returned to her when I caught my breath.

Gently, I started moving her backwards towards the bed, and when she finally hit the edge of the mattress, I stopped. I ceased my oral stimulation and looked up at her flushed face. It was quite obvious that I had stopped just a bit too soon, leaving her at the very edge of orgasm. However, she quickly regained her composure and when she did, she had new plans.

"Go ahead and stand up," she told me, " and get completely undressed."

I did, and as I removed my socks and pants, she prepared everything. She moved all of sex toys and implements off of the bed, and took off the comforter as well. Leaving only the bedspread and sheet. Rebecca had stepped out of her sweat pants and was totally nude in front of me now. I couldn't take my eyes off her perfect ass and shapely legs and she arranged everything she would need on the bed.

She turned around abruptly, and I corrected my sight line so I was eye level with her. She move to the side of the bed, and with a sweeping arm gesture, presented the bed to me.

"Your chariot awaits," she said in a goofy voice, and I couldn't help but laugh as I crawled onto the bed.

Laying back, I put my arms up above me towards the headboard in anticipation of what was going to happen next. She had already tied two similar lengths of rope to the posts so I assumed that is what she wanted me to do. Then, she climbed onto the bed and straddled my chest. Familiar memories came swarming back to me as I remembered this position from previous times. Her glistening wet pussy was hovering about six inches above my chest, yet I could still feel the heat coming off of it. She leaned over me, breasts dangling right in my face as she started to lightly tie up my hands, but I didn't act on my urge to take her nipples into my mouth.

She sat back, having firmly bound my wrists above my head, but not painfully so. Rebecca scooted backwards down a little bit, until she was sitting on my hips, my cock touching against her ass. From this position, she reached up, and, starting at my collarbone, brought her nails lightly down my abdomen.

"Just remember, the point of this is for you to enjoy yourself. If you feel uncomfortable, let me know," she said in a disclaimer sort of way.

"I know, now more pleasure less talk," I replied with a dumb grin.

"Oh, you'll get your pleasure," she said, "but first I want mine."

She sat up on her knees, and changed her position a full one hundred and eighty degrees. Now, her ass was towards my face as she backed up towards it. Raising her butt up into the air, she stopped, her crotch positioned over my face. I looked up at her hairless pussy, slick with her fluids and my rapidly-drying saliva. The two silver piercings stuck prominently from her pale skin.

"What are you waiting for?" she asked, "start licking."

She lowered her self down a little towards me, and I stuck out my tongue to touch her clit, but as soon as I was close enough to reach, she pulled back up. She did this a couple more times before lowering entirely onto me. The sounds of me eagerly eating her sweet pussy were loud in the small space between her thighs. My spit and her natural lubricants coated my mouth, chin, and nose as she ground her crotch against my face. Sounds of contentment and pleasure escaped her mouth as I feasted on her sweet mound.

Finally, the incredible feeling of hot mouth on my hard cock caused me falter in my zealous tongue work. I had a brief moment of pure ecstasy as she finally touched my swollen member. Her tongue moved lightning fast around the head as her lips slid up and down the top of the shaft. Her shallow blowjob was doing wonders for pleasuring my cock head, but I wanted her to put it all in.

When I eventaully felt her orgasm from my vigorous mouth work, she let out a soft moan around my cock and brought her hips up, removing herself from my face. Not taking any time to relish the feeling, she changed positions, taking a spot kneeling beside my thighs. Her hand was pumping my cock, slimy with her spit, and she was looking at my face.

"Damn, I think you got better at that since the last time we fucked," she said.

I took the compliment on my oral sex skills, responding with what I can only hope looked liked a nonchalant shrug. I highly doubt that it did, considering my arms were pinned up above my head.

Now, she stood up from the bed, and moved to the bag which she had put on my computer chair. She had relocated the chair closer to the bed for easier access to her bag, and now was digging through it, intently trying to find something.

She found the cock ring and also a tiny bottle of strawberry flavored lube, and returned to her straddling position, this time across my thighs. She laid the plastic ring down on my stomach and clicked open the little bottle of lubricant. My cock was laying against me, facing up towards my navel as she held the lube bottle over it. She squeezed it out, laying a thick line from the head of my dick, down the underside following the urethra, and ending at the top of my scrotum. She snapped the bottle shut and tossed it back towards the duffel bag.

Softly, she put her hands against my penis where the lube was now running down, and began to coat everything with the slippery substance, essentially giving me a slow handjob. She twisted her hands around around my cock, making sure all of the skin was covered in the sweet smelling liquid. With the excess on her hands, she massaged my testicles and rubbed around the base of my penis, not missing a single spot. At last, she picked up the cock ring, and made sure it was well lubricated, too.

Rebecca put the ring around my penis, letting it fall down around the base. She then stretched it as far as it could go, and carefully slipped my balls through as well. It had a snug fit, and my cock bounced along with my pulse as the reduced blood flow made the pressure in my penis higher. The veins bulged and my cock head swelled, but overall it wasn't painful or uncomfortable. That doesn't mean I would leave it there for a prolonged period of time, but for now it was fine.

"Give it a moment to get just a little bigger," Rebecca said, "You won't believe how this will make you feel."

"I thought you said you never got a guy to wear it before?"

"I haven't but the guy I bought them from says that all the extra blood makes the pleasure double. Your nerve endings sensitivity is increased drastically or something like that."

That sounded all well and good, but nothing could describe the feeling of when she put her hands back on me. The sensations were definitely stronger, I wouldn't say doubled, but there was something definitely changed. Her slick hands sliding up and down my cock felt heavenly, each stroke brought me exponentially closer to orgasm.

While still leaving a hand on my throbbing cock, Rebecca reached over and grabbed the lubricant again. She drizzled it all over my swollen member, the cool viscous fluid tickled as it touched skin. With even more of the lube, she resumed her manipulation, coating everything with excessive amounts. It was a sloppy mess, but it felt incredible.

I was close to cumming when she stopped stroking and just held me in her hand.

"I'm going to finish you off, and then I will take the cock ring off. I don't want to leave it on too long," she told me.

My head was spinning so all I could do was grunt in agreement. When I did, she slid down a little bit, so her mouth could reach my genitals. I expected her to start on my cock, bit instead she starting sucking on my balls while jacking me off with her hand. With the added sensation of my testicles be sucked, and her hand moving up and down on my excessively engorged penis, it didn't take very long before my orgasm hit me like a freight train.

Every muscle in the area clenched up, from my thighs and ass to my stomach. Even my balls were being pulled up by the muscles that were tethered to them, but the ring made that impossible. My eyes were shut tight and my arms pulled hard against my restraints as the first spurt of cum shot out of me. It literally shot out of me, and flew in whatever direction my dick happened to be pointing. I felt blood coursing through my cock, regardless of the restrictive ring, and the feeling of her hand still pumping and her mouth sucking my balls in kept my orgasm going past the point of enjoyable. At this point, it was uncontrollably intense. I was still cumming long after anything could come out. Seminal fluid just oozed from my pee hole in a steady yet thin stream, but nothing more.

Finally, my orgasm lessened then faded, yet I was struck with incredible and total exhaustion. I couldn't even make a noise as Rebecca slipped the ring off of my drained genitalia. When she moved to release my hands from the ropes, and just lolled my head to the side and stared at the wall next to my bed.

When my arms were free, I brought them down and laid them at my sides. Rebecca moved back down to my groin, and did her usual clean up routine of licking all traces of cum from my parts, but I couldn't feel anything. When she was finished, she stood up and looked down on me. My face was expressionless, and my eyes were devoid of emotion. I could do nothing except exist in my post-orgasm world. Rebecca, put her hand lightly on my shoulder, and leaned down and kissed my cheek.

"Go ahead and rest," she said, " we'll get started on me in a little bit."