Faking A Cold

I could say nothing, but I made muffled moans into my gag. It is all I could do, I feared to move. I stayed as still as possible, as if the slightest movement would cause catastrophe; Tammy was using a sharp object in a very delicate area. I cannot say she wasn't cautious, though. Her rhythm was careful; she would draw the razor along a small area, wipe the excess foam with a towel, and repeat. It was little consolation to know I wouldn't be sliced and diced, only humiliated. Oh my tortured pride!

"There, all done, Dane. So smooth!" Tammy rewarded me with a brisk toweling off of excess shaving cream, and a bare hand rubbed across my flesh naked of pubic hair. My skin was so sensitive! The very air itself was agonizing, and Tammy's touch was a mix of heaven and Hell. It made me long for more, but I was smart enough to know she was only playing with me. Perhaps, if I didn't give her the satisfaction she wanted to wring from me, perhaps she would leave me alone, and let me go.

I tried to focus on our presentation for Mr. King's class. It was hard to ignore Tammy's sexy body so close, but I began to run info through my mind, and found that it helped control my raging lust, and hopelessness. Okay, I thought, NAFTA was the trade agreement between the Canada, Mexico, and the U.S. I could feel the brush of Tammy's hair as she bent over my groin. The sweep of her tresses and her hot breath on my cock made me stumble. I tried closing my eyes. That made the sensation more powerful; I tried to arch my back to bring myself closer to her face, but failed. I returned to the task at hand, while Tammy licked slow circles on my inner thighs. NAFTA's purpose was to make a free trade community and- I looked down over the length of my body to see Tammy holding a feather to my stiff, engorged member. I let out an unsteady stream of breath, I felt strained, but struggled to stay afloat on the ocean of my hungering ache. NATO was the North Atlantic Treaty Organization… Another brush of the feather, causing goose flesh to march up my thighs, and down my arms. NATO, must think NATO, I urged myself. Okay, it was a treaty that guaranteed security and alliance of member countries, and defended against threats of aggression and-

"Are you paying attention, Dane?" Tammy asked, her voice husky with the spark of anger. She crawled over me, her body perilously close to my own, she stopped with her face centimeters away from mine. "You need…" She breathed against my mouth, "to take" Tammy paused to bite the lobe of my ear, " me seriously." I could only nod my head, the treaties and information for class washed away in the heat that radiated from her body and seemed to further kindle my desire. Her thighs, like silk, no, softer than silk and more supple caressed my hardness, and even the most mundane thoughts I could not contemplate on. I could feel the ticklish touch of her Venus mound on my stomach, and there were hints of the hot wetness within. "So, Dane" She began again, in a more conversational tone, her lips nuzzling my neck, her breath hot on my skin, "What can I do so you will take me more seriously? What can be done, well well well…Hmmm touching you didn't seem to move you very much…perhaps I should touch…Mmmm" She trailed off into a throaty laugh that jarred my senses, "myself."

Tammy sat up, and pulled away from my face. She sat on my chest, straddled with a leg flung over each of my shoulders. It wasn't her weight that made it hard to breathe, it was the view. The sweet, musky scent of her sex seemed to intoxicate me, I felt drunken, and I also felt drawn. I damned the binds that kept me from touching her. Her eyes sparkled as Tammy looked down at me, she placed her hands on her breasts, keeping her nipples of tinted rose madder hidden from me. So very slowly she traced the circles of her nipple, seemingly as enthralled as I to see the buds contract into rapturous little knots, a dusky pink shade.

Tammy's hands wound down the sides of her breasts and over the hollow of her stomach. I felt the lump in my throat when her closed her hand over her beautiful pussy. I was bewitched as I watched Tammy introduce her fingers to herself. A snippet from Shakespeare's play Romeo and Juliet inanely popped into my mind: "If I were a glove upon that hand" It made me laugh before I even had time to stifle it.

"This is funny?" Tammy's voice got dangerously low. She removed her hand, and leaned closer to me on her haunches. Her eyes narrowed at me, I shook my head, and tried to explain the absurd thought her movement elicited, I tried to apologize, but not much can be construed through a ball gag. Tammy clucked her tongue in exasperation and none too gently yanked the ball gag free. I must have sounded like a lowly worshiper of Aphrodite with the ridiculous babble and praise that ushered past my lips.

I was hushed by Tammy's finger lightly pressed against my lips, the finger was still moist with her juices. Tentatively, my eyes imploring permission from Tammy, I touched the very tip of my tongue to her lubricated digit. She didn't stop me, so I continued to taste the priceless nectar held before me, my eyes closed in merciless rapture. My mind was in such a lustful haze I didn't notice that Tammy's pussy had replaced her index finger. I looked up in mid tongue stroke to see Tammy leaning back , her hands on either side of my stomach, her face the image of languid ecstasy. This did not stop me, however. In fact, my efforts redoubled. Tammy's juices ran down my face as I buried myself in the steamy heat of her inner folds. I lapped diligently at her clit until she rocked back and forth, forcing her hot sex onto my face, nearly smothering me as she moaned.

"So good," she said breathlessly, "Oh don't stop, so good. Yes, yes taste me. Oh god, Oh! OH!" I lapped harder, mindless, but still knowing she was close, and I wanted to bring her to the edge, I was aware of the precum forming on the tip of my own cock, but happy enough to give Tammy her pleasure.

Abruptly Tammy pulled back, I tried to pull forward to reach her delicious pussy, but was pulled short by the handcuffs. I looked up at her silently. Her skin glowed with a light sheen a perspiration, her eyes were hooded, and glazed with lust. I waited for her to catch her breath before I spoke.

"You didn't come," I said, stating the obvious. I wiped my face on my shoulder as best that I could to hide my disappointment.

"Not yet, no," Tammy smiled and leaned over my lap. Her tongue danced over the head of my penis, tasting the bead of precum. I sighed at the small pleasure that rocked my body. She faced me again and cupped my face in her hands, tenderly. Leaning forward she kissed me gently, chastely on my lips. Tammy then sucked lightly on my lower lip, her mouth moved down the line of my jaw to my chin, kissing my neck, and collar bone, it seemed a line of fire, like a necklace of burning stars followed her lips. She ran her hands over my chest, and licked a quick line over my nipple. My body lurched and bucked. What sensation! I didn't even know my nipples were sensitive! Tammy blew cool air onto the nipple and I writhed under her administration. She stretched, and then quickly, raked her nails down the entire length of my torso, I would have screamed, but immediately after she took my cock entirely into her mouth.

I couldn't find breath. I couldn't speak. It was suck shock, such utter surprise. And I knew that was what she wanted. There was no preamble, only sudden, warm engulfing wetness, and the stroking caressing tongue of my Tammy's mouth. Her left held the newly shorn base, delighting me with the sensitivity I felt at her delicate touch, her other hand cradled my balls, squeezing them gently, and pulling them away from my body. My voice found me with a heartfelt moan.

"I cannot last much longer," I warned in a tremulous and breathy whisper. Tammy made one last stroke with her mouth, and released my cock with an audible pop.

"Then we will make use of what time is left, no?" Tammy winked at me and stood on the bed. She then knelt with her pussy poised over my cock which was throbbing and swollen with eager excitement. "Are you ready then?"

Tammy didn't wait for me to respond. I honestly do not know if I could have responded, or what the response would be. She rubbed her clit with the head of my penis then slowly inserted the head. The squeezing, enveloping pressure was fantastic! She was so balmy, and wet, and God was she tight! Slowly I felt her slide down over my shaft. It felt heavenly, I opened my eyes to see her reaction.

"Dane! You're so big! OH!" She leaned down over me to kiss me. It wasn't a kiss, her mouth ravaged and pillaged mine. I was suddenly at a breaking point. My beast broke free, and I no longer cared to fight it. I reciprocated, I ate at her mouth with the vigor she showed me, and although she was in control, I thrusted up at her, trying to fill her more. "Mm, yes," she said. What did she mean? Did she actually want me to lose myself to the baser side of my nature? I growled and forced our kiss more, our tongues twined, and tangled.

" I want you to ride me." I was surprised at the tone of authority in my voice. I was even more shocked when Tammy complied. She allowed herself to sheathe me completely, her pubic hair tickled my sensitive pubis. We locked eyes, lost for a moment in the tremendous feeling of it. I wasn't in control, this was Tammy's show, but I didn't care. Her legs were around me, and she thrust herself, skewering her pussy on me. I urged her on with many whispered words. There was no speak of love, or respect. "Yes, baby, you're so hot, you feel so good, harder, yes, amazing, no, don't stop, Go, faster, baby, yes, yes" Inane, absurd, mindless chatter, it didn't matter what I said. My words fell into her hair as she climbed over me, hand gripping my shoulders to gain her balance.

"I'm gonna come!" I whisper-shouted. I could feel the final buildup, and I as high as my trusses would allow, despite pain of rope burn and the handcuffs cutting off circulation; my back arched, and I poured myself into Tammy. My exaltations were overshadowed only by her own, in her personal wild abandon. And explosion so vivid, and release so complete filled my head. After what seemed an enormous time of ejaculation, I slumped back on the bed. My heart was a rapid hammer, and sweat covered and soaked me. But I felt released from shackles, I never knew imprisoned me. I was spent, but what I bought, was priceless. Tammy collapsed next to me, laying her head on my chest. She curled her arms around me, and closed her eyes.

"What about untying me, Tammy? I think I learned my lesson," I said, trying to flex my poor unused hands.

"What was the lesson?"

"Never to piss you off," I said, before I could stop the wisecrack from passing my lips. I expected torture, or nails, or a slap, or something. Tammy only opened her eyes and kissed me on the nose.

"Go to sleep, Dane," she said.

* * *

When I woke, I was alone. I was also untied. As I suspected there were bruises on my wrists and ankles, but nothing too terrible. I looked for Tammy, and found a note on the dresser.

Dane,

Parents came home, eating dinner with them, leave through back door.

T

I chuckled quietly. What was I supposed to wear? My clothes were demolished. I grinned and raided Tammy's closet. None of her pants fit me, but an old tee shirt, and her robe at least covered most of my skin. It was tight.

Without much trouble I crept through Tammy's house. I could hear the table talk as I stealthily moved past the kitchen, very carefully. I sure as hell didn't want to get caught, and not dressed like this!

"You look a little better, Tammy. I'm sure you'll be fine tomorrow for school." I heard Tammy's mother's voice waft from the kitchen.

"I do feel better, Mom, I think it's because Dane stopped by earlier and gave me some TLC."

I could taste the laughter in Tammy's words, she must know I'm here, I thought. I smiled, but decided not to linger. I made my way to the back door, and was careful not to let it slam behind me.