The Toes That Bind

As his thick, pulsating cock squeezed in and out of her mouth, she knew she was nearing climax. And the closer she got to it, the more punishment her burning crotch dealt out to Michael's captive face. But it was a punishment that Michael was only too happy to endure. For as he licked and sucked at her very core, his eyes were occasionally - on those rare instances when she might briefly lift herself off his mouth for whatever reason - treated to the site of her lovely bottom bouncing and churning above him. Lynn had an adorable behind, and just seeing it could make him hard. So, the entire scenario, his mouth treated to the taste of Lynn's delicious sex, the sight of that curly haired mound of delight, the scent of her, and the pure delight of watching her bouncing bottom as he licked the pink petals of her love flower....all of it drove him to the periphery of complete insanity. And, on top of all that, he could tell she was nearing climax, and her intense erotic heat was always a turn on for him. On the other end, Lynn could tell the same about Michael. Her hard work on his muscle had produced the desired effect. Not only was he close to orgasm himself, but the passion her mouth had brought out in him had gotten his tongue working very hard for her in return....as she knew it would, as it had before. For every thrilling lick or suck that Michael received from Lynn, she received the same in return from him. Michael's tongue was diving into her bush with awesome energy, and she continued to ride his face like a teeter-totter seat, grinding her steaming itch into his face in hopes of putting an end to it. Aside from the initial disappointment at not being able to use his hands to expose Lynn's flower more completely, Michael barely noticed his pinned arms. He was having far too much fun with his tongue and watching Lynn's bottom bouncing about. And what little brain power he had left beyond that, Lynn was sucking quite nicely out of him. His mind was mush. But, so was Lynn's. She was humping happily on Michael's flicking tongue, having no clue what was happening down there beyond the fact that it felt so good. She had long since positioned her bouncing bottom so that her clit was making maximum contact with his lips and tireless tongue. The joy of sucking on Michael's thick cock and licking round and round its tasty head, coupled with the wonderful sensations at her love bulb, had her on the brink time and again. Finally, without warning (it's hard to speak when your mouth is being sat on, after all), Michael exploded. At first, out of surprise, Lynn jumped back, giggling with pleasure. Then, quickly, she lunged forward and devoured Michael's firing piston. Her lunge was such that her mouth slid a full three quarters of the way down the length of his shaft, and hot liquid shot against the back of her throat. She stroked him furiously as she sucked and licked the exploding member. Michael's orgasm was the final stimulation that Lynn needed. With a loud moan her mouth released his spurting penis and she threw back her head and howled at the ceiling. Michael could feel her sex flexing and spasming around his tongue and lips...alternately squeezing and releasing them. But it was difficult for him to really feel much of anything except the wet heat of Lynn's orgasm because she was thrashing about on him and pushing her pussy so forcefully into his drowning face. He had to continually move his head around to find pockets of air, but even as he did so Lynn's driving sex sought out his mouth time and again, quickly smothering him once more under her climaxing bush. Michael's orgasm finished much sooner than Lynn's. He was long since drained, and Lynn was still riding him, with no apparent desire to ever stop. He kept his tongue going as best he could, and the two times he managed to capture her clit between his lips and suck on it seemed to start her orgasm all over again. She simply bounced up and down on his face, grinding her bush into it repeatedly, while holding and kissing his empty penis. Finally, the grinding and face-hopping stopped. Though he couldn't see much, Michael felt Lynn slump forward, still holding his manhood and kissing the side of the shaft. Her satisfied sex lifted off of his drenched and reddened face and lay peacefully on his chin. He stared at it, watching it move slightly as her orgasmic muscle spasms continued, but slowly subsided. She moaned and cooed at his groin. Michael could hear her softening sighs, and she his. While he watched her still quivering sex, she eyed his dribbling staff. After what seemed eons, Lynn sat up, her fine bottom making itself comfortable on his chest. She was sighing, blowing her disheveled hair out of her face, and shaking her head from side to side. She looked beautiful that way, her back to him, sweat glistening all over her body, her hair a tangled mess, and turned just enough so that the side of one heaving breast could be seen, its erect nipple pink and tempting. How could Michael not love her? She was beauty incarnate. While Michael was admiring her, Lynn had turned her head around to look at him. Her full, succulent lips were smiling and her eyes twinkled the same love he felt for her. It was only then that she noticed that Michael's arms were pinned beneath him at his sides. She put one hand up to her mouth and stifled a chuckle. With that hand still over her mouth, she apologized for not noticing sooner. "Oh, Michael, I'm so sorry.....I didn't realize.....I thought I tore your shirt off!" She quickly got off of his chest and swung around to help him get his shirt completely off. "Lynn, after what I just experienced, you can tie my arms together any time you want. You were delicious, Lynn. God, you are so hot!" he exclaimed, sitting up so Lynn could get his trapped arms free of the torn shirt. She sat on his thighs now, working the shirt down his arms and slipping it finally off him. He brought his arms around the front of him and rubbed his upper and lower arms, trying to get the circulation going again. When he looked back up at Lynn, she was smiling sweetly. She leaned forward and put her arms about his neck and kissed him sensually....a long kiss with her lips slowly slipping and sliding around his, their breaths mingling. When they stopped, Lynn pulled back only slightly. She rubbed her nose Eskimo-like along and around his. After a quick peck on the lips, she looked directly into Michael's eyes. "Well, how did you like your catlady this time? Was she what you were hoping for?" "Hell, yes!" he answered without hesitation, "and moreso. Geez, Lynn, what's gotten into you? You've never jumped me like that before. You've always wanted slow, romantic buildup and foreplay before. Not that I don't enjoy both those things, but you seem to have changed, at least right at the moment. What's up?" "Well, let's just say I find you sexier and sexier every time I see you. You're bringing out the animal in me." He laughed quietly, stroking her cheek gently with his finger. "Well, you've certainly become an animal....a beautiful and sexy one. I've always found you to be one of the sexiest women on the planet, but now......wow.... you give sexy a whole new meaning! But, all of a sudden like this? Two days ago you were that other lady, whom I also dearly love, but today you're an insatiable vixen. You sure it's just my charm finally getting to you? I'm no slouch.....but that good?!! I don't know........" "Well, let's not talk about that right now, sweetie. I'm not done with you by a long shot. That little sixty-nine number was just an appetizer......because I was so horny I needed a quick orgasm....." "You call that quick? I thought I was gonna die under there.....!" "Oh, Mike, I'm sorry....." she blushed, "I guess I should've......" "Relax, Lynn, it was wonderful....delicious. You can plop yourself on me like that anytime you like. And what you were doing to me with those sexy lips..........wow...........sixty-nine is now one of my favorite things to do!" She laughed, "It always was, my hot little stud." "Oh, yeah," he replied, "guess it always has been, huh?" "Well, then," she smiled, licking her lips, "we'll have to keep that on our to-do list. But right now," she sighed and cooed sweetly, "I have so much more in store for you. Like I said, that was just the appetizer.....I want to feel that tasty lollipop of yours deep inside me......for hours.....and you can't say no to your catlady." "Yeah, like I'd want to," he laughed, his body shivering with expectation. "Well, then, let's get started, shall we?" she growled like a tiger, then leaned forward and purred like a kitten into his ear. She nibbled the soft lobe. She flicked her tongue just inside the opening. Then she put her lips right up to his ear and whispered very softly, "I'm still horny as hell and I have so much I want to do to you." Michael's mouth dropped open, and his tongue nearly fell out. Lynn stood up, her beautifully naked bush once again even with Michael's face. She bent down, her full breasts dangling teasingly in front of his admiring eyes, and took his hands in hers. She helped him up off the floor. She then led him by the hand to the warm bedroom that was now so familiar to her. Michael followed along happily, his eyes now adoring her bottom from a different angle as he watched her cheeks move sweetly up and down as she guided him to their private playpen. In the bedroom, she turned, kissed him on the mouth with such passion that chipped teeth were a definite possibility, and then stroked his already recharging penis. She backed him up until his thighs and calves were against the bed. She then heaved him backward, which this time he expected, and watched him bounce on the soft mattress. She put her hands on her hips and leered down at him, then smiled wickedly and said, "And now, Michael, your catlady still has needs. Are you going to satisfy them for her?" "Oh, yes, ma'am," he replied, "after all, I'm your knight in shining armor, right?" "I don't need a knight, now, kind sir. I need a lecherous, wanton, womanizing scoundrel. I need you hot and hard.....ravaging me straight through til dawn. Think you can handle the new me?" "You bet.....or die trying," he said with a lascivious grin. "You just might," she flung back at him with a sly smile, just before she jumped on him................... Ninety minutes after Lynn had thrown Michael onto his bed and then hurled herself on top of him, she found herself once again sitting on him. This time, however, she was sitting on his slowly deflating member. Her back was to him and she was watching his toes curling and uncurling as he was still feeling the aftereffects of his latest orgasm. Both she and Michael were drenched in sweat. Lynn could feel his shrinking head slowly sliding down the inside wall of her love canal. She was panting and had licked dripping sweat from her upper lip at least a half dozen times. Michael's arms were sprawled out at his sides and he felt numb. His eyes were mostly glazed over as he looked at Lynn's dripping back. It was almost the same angle he'd seen her from in the living room, except that she was further away now....but just as beautiful and sexy. In the last hour and a half the two of them had made love from five different positions, at least two of which they'd never tried before (but both made mental notes to try them again). As in the living room, they'd enjoyed sixty-nine once more, but this time Michael was on top and Lynn had wrapped her legs under his arms and around his back as each feasted on the other. Michael was able to do much better for her from this position, and the inside of Lynn's vagina had felt just how active his tongue could be, and how long it was. So here she sat, and he laid, both exhausted but smiling. Not only were they dripping with sweat, but they were also smeared with each other's love juices, and panting like puppies that had just played and entire day of "fetch." The two of them stayed in that exact position, slowly recovering, for several minutes. Finally, first grinding her bottom playfully on Michael's groin to play with his shrunken member inside her, Lynn slid herself off him. When his deflated soldier was just about to slide free of her, she clenched her vaginal muscles and pushed it out with a wet pop. She laughed, and he said, kiddingly, "Oh how rude." Lynn turned around and crawled alongside him. She laid down next to him and they embraced, nuzzling and kissing and gently fondling each other. When their eyes met they had that love look in them. After a bit, Lynn put her head on Michael's shoulder and laid there smiling, the index finger of one hand lazily tracing a line from the center of his chest to his navel and down to his pubic hairs, then back up again. Michael was rubbing her thigh, which she had draped over his, and was gently squeezing and rubbing her shoulder and upper arm. The spent about a half hour this way, curled and cuddled together, reliving the events of the day, but mostly of the last couple of hours. Finally, Michael spoke. "So, are ya gonna tell me?" he asked. "Hmmmmmmm?" Lynn replied dreamily, "tell you what, honey?" He turned to look at her. "Tell me why you've been so horny today. Where did this cat-lady come from? I mean, if you've become schizophrenic, please don't seek help on my account." "Oh....that," she sighed, still in a dreamlike state, "I guess you were right. It must be because you sucked my toes before." "That's it? Really? When I suggested that earlier you seemed like you thought it might be something else....or did I read you wrong?" "Well, Michael, I'm just guessing really. I mean, you always just kissed my feet before, and rubbed them and nuzzled them some, but you never sucked my toes before. And you said you weren't all that into it, so I didn't want you to think I was faking all this horniness just to get you to suck my toes more." "Ha!" he exclaimed, and then laughed loudly, "faking? Faking??!! Honey, that kind of horniness can't be faked. You were all over me like hair on a gorilla. No, I don't think you faked anything here today. No... uh-uh....not too long ago you were genuinely the horniest woman I've ever seen.....and I mean ever!!" "Well, then, my knight......" "Ah-ah.....scoundrel," he corrected her. "Yes," she laughed, "my scoundrel, my lecherous knave....well, then, it must have been that magic mouth of yours making nice to my toes that got me so hot today. That's why I attacked you in your office and then here again tonight. It must be." "But, didn't you get that, um.....itch.....out of your system in my office?" "Oh, please, Michael.....one orgasm? As horny as I was? You're kidding, right?" "Wow....now I am impressed with myself. I sucked your toes so good that you needed a second helping of me?!! Wow.......just call me the toe king!" Lynn cuddled up close to him and looked deeply into his eyes. She licked her lips, seeing a chance to improve her foot pampering situation here. She whispered in a sultry, seductive voice that made delicious shivers dance along Michael's spine, "Well, then, if sucking my toes gets me so horny, maybe I should turn around and slip my sweet puppies up to those talented lips. Maybe you could suck my toes and get me all hot and horny again. I'm sure you'd like the results, sweetie." She deliberately said the last sentence in a husky way that sent her warm breath into and around his ear. Michael's jaw dropped and Lynn could see in his eyes that he was contemplating the results of sucking her toes for her again. "Well," he replied, grinning, "you do have the sweetest tootsies on the planet, cutie. If it makes you so hot, I'd be honored to take those cute toes in my mouth and let my tongue play with them." Not expecting her first attempt to succeed, Lynn was taken by surprise at his response. She hesitated for a second and then sat up, saying incredulously, "Really? Seriously? You'll suck my toes?" "Yeah...of course. Why wouldn't I?" "But....you said you're not really into it." "Hell, that was before I knew it drove you so crazy. I mean, in your office I knew it turned you on...but, I didn't know it could turn you into nymphomaniac! I've always loved sex with you, Lynn, but today you've been a total sex fiend! And I have to say I approve!" "You're really willing to suck my toes?" "Is it going to make you nympho again?" "Probably," she grinned. He smiled back. "Then give me those puppies. Let me see what I can do for 'em."

In a flash, Lynn was once again sitting on him, this time on his stomach, facing him. He wasn't prepared for it, and when she plopped herself on his abdomen a great huff of air shot from his lungs. "Sorry," she grinned, already with the heels of her feet on his chest just below his chin. Her toes were already gleefully wiggling in anticipation. Michael looked up at the wrinkling soles and laughed. He'd rarely seen Lynn so eager for anything. But he thought maybe it was a bad angle to suck on her toes, so he said, "Um....Lynn....why not let me sit up. I could get a better angle, maybe?" "Oh, no. You're not going anywhere. You're staying right where you are until each one of those ten little piggies is sucked raw. So get started, Michael. You want your cat lady nymphomaniac back, don't you?" she said with a purely devilish grin. Michael accepted defeat.......and the feet. Actually, he had little choice. Lynn was pushing one foot, with it's five wigglingly expectant toes, right up to his lips. The tips of those toes brushed against his lips in their wiggling frenzy. It tickled and made him laugh. For a second Lynn contemplated poking her toes into that laughing mouth, but thought better of it. But she was eager to get started. "Don't you worry about any angles, sweetie," she giggled, "I'll do all the work if I have to. All you have to do is suck. Come on, now....get those lips around a toe. Hop to it! Cat lady wants to come out and play. I'm getting horny just thinking about it." Their eyes locked. Michael smiled and sighed. It wasn't really his thing, but he kissed Lynn's big toe and then slipped it into his mouth. Lynn sighed, closed her eyes, and tilted her head back. She seemed to shiver all the way up to her shoulders. It was Michael's turn to sigh as he took toe after toe into his mouth. Michael tried valiantly to pretend he was really into Lynn's feet. But Lynn - although Michael's warm mouth and wet tongue all over her toes did make her shiver with delight - could see through his overgenerous acting. It was a performance worthy of an Oscar....but it didn't hold water. And while it did feel good and certainly did ignite desire in her, it just didn't have the same intensity as when she wiggled her toes in Tom's passionate mouth. In short, it got her mildly wet, but it wasn't going to bring out the Catlady anytime soon. The difference was that Tom desired her feet, yearned to suck each and every toe, and was grateful for every second with them. Michael, on the other hand, was merely doing it to please her....and to bring out the tiger in her. Lynn reached behind her and lightly stroked Michael's penis, her fingertips tickling and teasing the underside of it and then moving downward to titillate his testicles. Her hope was that by getting him hard, his passion for sucking her toes would increase. In truth, it worked, but only a tiny bit. It seemed his passion was for being stroked, not for sucking her sweet toes. She soon found her own excitement beginning to wane, even as her hands had obviously increased Michael's. She sighed and watched him try his best at her feet. The passion just wasn't there....except for the magic her hands had created between his legs. Then, her mind began to wander. Where Michael had been, bravely taking each toe into his mouth and doing his best, suddenly she saw Tom. Tom's eyes looked up at her with a twinkle in them, and a passionate glaze. Tom's lips surrounded toe after toe. Tom's breath warmed her feet. Tom's tongue danced between toes and licked frantically wherever it could reach. She saw it as clearly as she'd seen Michael there only moments ago. And the wetness returned....and the heat...and the growing fire. She closed her eyes now and replayed a mental videotape in her head. Her brain heatedly viewed a recording of Tom's "audition" for the part of her foot man. She could see every movement of his head, his lips, his tongue and his strong, soothing hands. She sighed...she moaned. Then she was in a room filled with candles and mirrors. Her feet were alternately being cooled by lotion and then warmed by lips. They were being thoroughly enjoyed and savored....licked, sucked, nibbled, chewed. She moaned still more. She could see it all and, more importantly, feel it all. Tom was there at her feet, feasting on them.....passionately worshipping every inch of them. And soon the Catlady came a callin'. Lynn's eyes shot open and she turned to look back at her hand, which still stroked Michael's saluting soldier. She realized at the same instant that her other hand had been busy between her own legs, three fingers slipping in and out of her and her thumb barely brushing her clitoris in the process. She licked her lips. She looked at Michael, who, by the look on his face, was just beginning to realize that something was up. One second the middle toe of Lynn's left foot was in his mouth, and the next that toe was popped out of his mouth and both of Lynn's feet were taken away from it. She braced those feet firmly on the bed and lifted herself off Michael's stomach and scooted herself backwards. Holding his throbbing erection in hand to brace it, she then replaced her probing fingers with Michael's warm, firm flesh. With a moan and a squeal, Lynn sat on that stalwart soldier and took him all the way inside her. Michael almost squealed too. Biting her lower lip, she squirmed around on that swelling member and enjoyed the wonderful feel of it. She then brought her legs alongside her and leaned forward, now bracing her hands on the bed. Thus braced, she started sliding herself along that mighty piston.....up, down, up, down, up, down........her tight, wet pussy squeezing it in place of her hand. Michael liked that even better, as evidenced by the totally goofy look on his smiling face. "Oh, yeah, baby," Michael huffed, "I told you it was my toe-sucking that brought out the Catlady, didn't I?" "Oh, yeah, Michael honey," she replied, biting her lip, "you suck my toes like a pro. You're the best." Once she was riding him, Lynn no longer needed mouth on toes stimulation. Michael's raging hardon was more than enough to keep the Catlady purring nicely. She humped him nearly unconscious. She took every ounce of fluid he had in him and he gave it freely. And when the time came that he had no energy left in his body - and all he could do was lay there, not having the strength to fondle even her most enjoyable parts - she used her mouth to get his manhood back to fighting strength and then sat on it yet again. Michael barely had the energy left to smile. While he did have one final orgasm, it was meek in comparison to Lynn's, which burst forth from her with almost as much ferocity as all her previous ones. When she was finally satisfied, several hours later, Lynn slumped on the bed next to Michael. From the glassy look in his rolled upward eyes, she at first thought she might have killed him. But his chest still heaving in erratic but life-sustaining rhythm assured her that she hadn't. She could see, however, that he was done for the night. She doubted that even "mouth to mouth" or CPR could revive his deflated tool. They cuddled again, Lynn filled with love for her man, Michael too exhausted to know what love was. They slept together that night. As she drifted off to sleep, Lynn realized that they'd never even eaten dinner. She jumped him as soon as he opened the door and they'd been making love since. But the lack of food seemed the furthest thing from her mind. Sexually sated, they both slipped into an almost coma-like sleep...each occasionally giving the other a small kiss on the cheek or forehead or shoulder until sleep claimed them. And as they slept, neither of them had the faintest idea that during the course of that deeply restful sleep, events would occur that would change their relationship forever.............