Pleasure Under Knots

I fell silent and observed that Isabel's story had hit Bianca. The flush on her face was noticeable as she bit her lip and grabbed the hemline of her dress.

"Wow! It was really a hard nut for them to crack," said Ronica. "What happened next?"

"After listening to her answers, I told Isabel that the possible cause of her anorgasmia could be the suppression of a subconscious craving to have sex with women," I said. "She did not object to my deduction, and made a forthright confession that she had the same perception. Then she told me about Iris, her friend. They had been roommates and lesbian lovers during their four years in college. While having sex with Isabel, Iris used some restraints like ropes or cuffs to tie her up."

"What," Ronica exclaimed. "She used restraints on Isabel for having sex with her!"

"Yeah," I said. "Iris drove her erotic pleasure from being a dominatrix. In the meantime, Isabel loved being tickled and teased HELPLESSLY to achieve her arousal. While playing the bondage games, they acted out the erotic fantasies like sucking tits, doing a sixty-nine, and fucking each other with dildoes or strap-ons. Nothing undesirable happened and all went well until they parted ways during their senior year."

"Why?"

"Isabel got married to James. Before leaving the residence hall room, she urged Iris for keeping in touch with her. Iris showed her consent, but she decided inwardly to take other girls for the gratification of her lesbian predilection. Actually, she did not want to make her friend's married life uncommitted and insecure."

"Ah," Bianca cried out.

We stared at her. Instantly, she blushed and turned her eyes away from us.

Ronica asked her, "What happened? Are you ok?"

"Ye-yes," she stuttered. "I'm fine."

"Well, I can see you are not feeling easy," I said. "Here, sit beside me!"

She looked up and exclaimed, "What!"

I nudged Ronica in her arm. She rose impulsively, reached Bianca's hand, and pulled her up. Then she let her sit beside me, and reoccupied the seat to her left.

Neither Ronica nor I spoke for a while. Likewise, Bianca sat in silence with her hands on her lap. I knew she felt uncomfortable because we were staring at her. Hence, I raised my hand to finger her curls aside and said, "My dear, feel free to tell me if something is really upsetting you."

She looked into my eyes and I noticed the dilation in her pupils.

"Er-I was just..." She paused.

"Yes?"

"I was just wondering-about Iris."

"Oh... ok," I said and cast a glance at Ronica; we knew that Bianca was beating around the bush. "You wanted to ask whether or not she learnt about Isabel's sexual dysfunction."

She nodded.

"No, she didn't. After her roommate's wedding, she got a couple of girlfriends and lived happily with them. That was, I must admit, an appropriate alternative for her."

"Iris knew nothing because she avoided seeing her friend for a long time," Ronica concluded.

"Yes."

"And Isabel might have told James to use restraints before having sex with her."

"You got it! They played the bondage games to arouse each other, and yet she couldn't cum for him."

"I see."

"James wanted a perfect cure for his wife's condition. Hence, he sent her to the Psychotherapy Center. After putting two and two together, I suggested Isabel to meet Iris and tell her everything she conferred with me; because if they resumed sleeping with each other, she could regain her normal sexual activity."

"Ooh! That might be a challenging suggestion for her."

"Nonetheless, she made up her mind to follow it."

Ronica was about to say something but Bianca broke in, "Did they meet and sleep with each other?"

"Why absolutely," I said. "Iris was not the only one who led her to the peak of lesbian passion. She and her girlfriends used restraints on Isabel. They fondled her nude body all over, went down on her, and let her eat their cunts. A liberal use of strap-ons was the most promising erotic game they played since she got aroused and lubed exuberantly. As a result, she reached her climax over and over again."

"Wow! That was the perfect cure for her," said Ronica.

"Just imagine the lavishness of pleasure they felt during sex, and Isabel was the happiest girl in the group. That day, her emotional stress was terminated because she got her lover back."

"So your suggestion worked well for her and James, right?"

"Of course," I said. "When he joined her abed and kissed her from head to toe, she went delirious. Then he sucked her tits, licked her ass cheeks, and ate her out. Consequently, she squealed and cummed. As he clamped his mouth on her clit like a voracious lover, her body convulsed and she climaxed again. Finally, he pushed his cock into her cunt and fucked her to his gratification. With an erotic encore she cummed once again for him!"

"Amazing," Ronica exclaimed. "Did she tell you all the details with good news?"

"Yeah, but James knew nothing about her lesbian adventure with Iris or her girlfriends."

"What!"

"Perhaps she wasn't open to him," Bianca spoke in a low tone.

"And you can understand why she wasn't open to him," I rejoined. "Like you, she did not want to lose the secure and committed relationship with her husband. Am I right?"

Bianca stared at me. She was speechless.

"Ray told us everything," I went on. "Last Saturday, you were reading the girlie magazines on bed. The erotic snap shots of the lesbian couples evoked your memory from the evening when you and Ronica slept with each other. You undressed, lay down, closed your eyes, and masturbated to a quick plateau. Coincidently, Ray arrived home and entered the bedroom but you were too ecstatic to perceive his presence. He got excited for the sensual spectacle that you made inadvertently. Then he walked over to you and knelt down. As he ate your cunt, you mistook him for Ronica and urged HER to give you more pleasure. He was stunned to hear that, and resolved straight away to rouse you from your preoccupation."

"B-but," she stammered, "why are you telling me this?"

"Cause like Isabel, you made love to a female classmate and enjoyed cumming for her," I said, casting a glance at my sister. "Iris preferred to go with a couple of girls because her roommate was married to a guy, and so she avoided seeing her onward. Similarly, Ronica decided to refrain herself from being intimate with you."

"She aggrieved me. I never expected her to decide that way. It was so-so hurtful and-I was just..."

Bianca paused abruptly. She could not contain herself any longer and began to weep.

"Ah Bianca, please! Don't cry my friend," Ronica said, embracing her affectionately.

"Why? Why did you h-hurt me? I loved you and-you knew that."

"Yes I knew that, and I love you too," she said, pecking her on the cheek.

"I-I thought it was-over," Bianca sobbed.

"No, it wasn't. We've never been apart, you know," Ronica said. Her lips brushed lightly on Bianca's ear.

"She is right," I broke in. "We've come here to revive the lost intimacy."

Bianca looked down and cried persistently.

I plucked a tissue from its box that was already placed on the coffee table, and handed it to Bianca. She took it and wiped her tears.

"I can understand your feelings," I said as she sniveled. "Ronica confided her decision to you, but she did not expect the outcome of her frankness; or else, you'd never be anorgasmic to Ray."

Bianca looked at me. "I feel sorry for him," she quavered. "He loves me dearly, and I've always upset him in return. I can't help it but-it's all my fault!"

"Don't blame yourself, sugar! I don't think it's your fault," Ronica said as she kissed her on the shoulder.

"Yes it is. I've been listless to him in bed," Bianca added.

"It's ok, dear! Just relax," I said, taking her hand into mine. "If you ask me who the luckiest girl in the world is, my answer would always be BIANCA FLORIS."

She said nothing. Her eyes opened wide as I mentioned her name.

I raised her hand to my lips, and kissed it. "Yes Bianca, you've been the luckiest girl for winning Ray's love unconditionally," I said. "When we were chatting about you, I concluded that he did not give a damn to his own sexual gratification. Instead, he focused his concern on the recovery of your sexual response. Since the nature of your problem was exactly the same as Isabel's, I assured him that the expression of your sexual activity could revert to normal if another woman pleased you in bed."

"You-you told him that," Bianca said incredulously.

"Yes."

"Was he mad at you?"

"No. He entrusted us to come here and have sex with you."

"What!"

"You've heard me," I said. "It is the only effective cure for your condition."

"But-why he entrusted you and Veronica for having sex with me?"

"Cause he believed we were the perfect girls to accomplish this task confidentially! He knew about your lesbian adventure with Ronica and the aftermath of its culmination. When I explained the nature of your condition to him, he acknowledged that the gratification of your desire to have sex with her was necessary for you."

Bianca sighed. "Sometimes, I can't understand him," she said. "When I confessed of having sex with Veronica for one evening, he listened to me impassively. However, I had no idea that he planned to talk to you about me."

"Yeah," I said. "Ray is many things; an impulsive man, a good friend, and a caring husband. He surely wants you to cum for him, reciprocating his lovemaking."

Her lips curved into a smile. "I know," she said.

"The first and foremost crucial element is your desire to please Ray sexually. Do you also want to cum for him?"

"Yes, and I'll do anything to make him happy."

I smiled salaciously. Ronica touched Bianca's chin and turned her head in her direction. Cupping her face, she asked, "Have you forgiven me?"

"Yes," Bianca affirmed. "I've forgiven you for being here with me."

"Oh, thank you my friend. I knew that," Ronica said affectionately. The next instant, she took her lips.

They hugged each other without breaking the lip-lock. Ronica's hands roamed over Bianca's curls, and down to her waist.

'Of course,' I inferred. 'That's the first step of her therapy.'

"Mhm... mhm... mmm..." Bianca moaned into Ronica's mouth. I touched her hair, and shifted it across her bare back. Then I kissed her between the shoulder blades, ran my tongue on her lithe spine, and moved a hand to unknot her halter tie. Their kiss was audible enough to bring a smile on my lips. 'Well, we have to tickle and tease her first,' I thought, and said right away, "Oh RONICA! Let's take her dress off, shall we?"

My voice distracted Ronica and she let her lips go. "Ok," she answered and stood up. After pulling Bianca on her feet, she resolved to undo her halter top; instead, she found the straps loosened already. "Wow! You've saved me the trouble," she said.

"No, I haven't," I said and watched attentively as she peeled Bianca's top down, exposed her tits, and ogled at them.

'Her tits are so big and beautiful,' I reflected, 'but they must not be touched until we tie her up.'

For a brief moment, Ronica's eyes met mine. I shook my head, and her face fell. "Don't forget to unbuckle her waistband," I told her.

Ronica nodded and moved her arms around Bianca's waist. She groped with the buckle of her waistband and unfastened it.

"That's better," I said and stood up. Together, we grabbed and yanked her mini dress. It fell in a mess at her feet.

I gazed desirously at Bianca. She looked so juicy and vulnerable in her white lace G-string! Her huge tits rose and fell in the rhythm of breathing. My pussy twitched instantaneously, and I licked my lips.

Bianca shuddered as we tickled her badonkadonk, waist, back, and stomach. A dreamy look stole over her beautiful face and she closed her eyes.

Ronica knelt down, kissing Bianca's stomach and stroking the outer sides of her thighs. Then she moved her hands to untie the cords of her G-string; consequently, it went off in two shakes.

"Woohoo! I knew THAT," she exclaimed.

Bianca opened her eyes and looked down.

I grinned and asked Ronica, "What makes you excited?"

"Her pussy," she answered. "It is so smooth and clean."

"Good! Now get on your feet."

As Ronica stood up, Bianca turned her head and gazed into my eyes. I kissed her on the lips and said, "Show sis to your bedroom, sugar! I'll be there in a second."

She nodded and took Ronica's hand in her own. They walked past me and over to a white oak door just opposite the stairway. As they went behind it, I reoccupied the sofa and took my cell phone. After browsing the phonebook, I selected Ray's number and texted him: We are at your home. Bianca has agreed to go through her therapy and I hope for the best. Then I opened my bag to fish out a 10" strap-on with the curved shaft, two coils of sash cord, and a padded leather blindfold.

I got up, went into the bedroom, closed the door, and looked around. Its interior was white, well lighted, and classy. The most striking feature of the room was a king-size mahogany four-poster with two nightstands. The girls looked at me as I walked over to them. Bianca's eyes fell on the items in my hands, and she gasped.

"Don't be so shocked! A mild bondage can sometimes lead to a quick and satisfactory outcome," I told her while giving Ronica the strap-on, the blindfold, and my cell phone.

"Oh."

"Just feel easy when we tie you up on the four-poster, OKAY?"

She nodded.

"Very good," I said.

Ronica turned around, walked toward a nightstand, and put all the items on it.

"Here, take this," I said, throwing a coil at her. She caught it, and burst into laughter.

Bianca laughed too.

"Ooh! You're a fun-loving girl," I quipped.

"Yes, I am," she said delightedly.

"All right," I said, holding my hand out to her and she took it right away.

I led Bianca to the four-poster and told her to lie down. As she obeyed me, I spoke to Ronica, "Let's uncoil the cords, shall we?"

"Yeah," she said.

We released a couple of cords from each coil with a little effort.

"I guess-it is one cord for one limb," Ronica concluded.

"Absolutely," I affirmed.

"I'd like to go for her ankles, hehe!"

"Sure," I said, and turned my eyes to Bianca. She was already blinking at me like a cute schoolgirl. I smiled, bent forward, kissed on her mouth, and asked. "May I tie your wrists, honey? The cords won't hurt you a bit."

"Mmm... yes," she replied contentedly.

We tied her to the bedposts, stood next to each other subsequently, and ogled at her nude body. She lay restrained and spread-eagled like an open and ripe delicacy. None of us spoke for a while, and I could perceive the quizzical look in Bianca's eyes; Surely, Ronica had the same observation. "I guess you want to know the next step we've planned for you," she spoke to her.

"Yes," I broke in. "She must be aroused before we touch her again."

"WHAT-I mean, how?"

Ronica gasped as I grabbed her hand. "A brief incesbian episode will serve our purpose. Let's show her," I said.

"Erm-okay," she said.

I led her to the wall at Bianca's right. Almost immediately, we hugged each other and locked our mouths in a French kiss. Ronica moaned as I sucked her lips and ran my hands on her back.

After a while, we broke the lip-lock and cast a glance at Bianca. With her mouth half open, she was staring at us.

"I think she'll be aroused in a jiffy," Ronica whispered.

"Actually, I want to see how she reacts to an erotic lesbian demo," I said. "Now undo your top and let me suck your tits."

She laughed, unbuttoned her top, and grabbed its opening. Her melons wiggled as she took it off.

"Wow," I said, touching and squeezing them. "I like the way they jiggle on your chest."

"Ah, come on! They are yours," she said.

"Sure," I said and opened my mouth to take her right tit. My lips glided over her dark brown nipple; its rough texture provoked me to increase the suction. I moved my head in an effort to pull her tit. Consequently, it slipped out of my mouth.

Without further ado, I flicked my tongue on her left nipple and opened my lips to take a mouthful of her tit. I held her juicy boob, sucking it hard until it was released like its counterpart.

I went on with sucking and licking her nipples; they got erect and engorged in a while. After kissing her tits in circles, I grabbed her by the hips and nuzzled my way down her stomach. My lips brushed lightly on her belly button and I turned my head in Bianca's direction. With her right hand, Ronica held it against her stomach.

I looked intently at Bianca and smiled. The flush on her face and rapid breathing were the evident signs of her arousal.

Ronica fingered through my hair as I buried my face into her skirt and fondled her legs along. My hands roamed up to her ass cheeks and I kneaded them; she wore nothing underneath the skimpy garment.

"You can't taste my pussy like that," Ronica said. "Should I hike my skirt up for you?"

I looked at her and said, "No, I'll pull it down your legs."

Groping with the waistband, I yanked her miniskirt; it fell instantly at her feet. She stepped from it, opened her legs, and reclined against the wall.

I touched her fleshy thighs and moved my head to kiss on her bald pussy. The wafts of her feminine aroma excited me, and I glued my mouth to her pussy lips. She hissed as I proceeded on sucking the wetness that leaked out of her cunt.

After a while, I stretched her pussy open and flicked my tongue on her pink flesh. Licking it up, I closed my lips on her engorged clit.

Ronica gasped as I sucked her ultra sensitive morsel; she grabbed my head and pushed it against her crotch. Her impulsive response provoked me to increase the suction. Without taking my lips off her clit, I made a pointing gesture and pushed my index finger into her cunt; it went easy through the lubed orifice. Then I took it out and resumed fucking her.

The gentle moves of my hand soon grew into shoves and I resolved to reinforce the entry with middle finger. Raising the pace, I opened my mouth and continued sucking her clit.

"Ahh... ahh... ahh... mhh... ahh... mhm... aah..." Ronica moaned and her chest heaved as I kept up the good work. She went delirious for the lust that pervaded her vitals. I could feel the throbbing of her clit and spasms in her cunt.

Shaking my head, I ate her out. She squealed, convulsed, and pulled my hair. Her hot cum gushed copiously; it coated my fingers and trickled down her legs. I released her clit, and went on with licking her snatch and thighs. Then I got to my feet, and we kissed each other.

"Wow! I always love the way you suck my clit," Ronica said as I let her lips go.

"Yeah, and that's why you've coated my fingers in honey," I remarked.

She laughed.

"Well, they are still soaked," I added.

"Hum-I'll suck them for you."

"No, I've saved your cum for our friend," I said, winking at her.

"Ooh! That's the naughtiest thing I've ever heard."

For an answer, I grinned.

We approached the four-poster and Ronica stopped at Bianca's right. I walked round the bed and came to a halt at her left. We gazed her all over. Her face, bust, and stomach were flushed already. There was a wet spot on the sheet between her legs. I smiled in satisfaction and asked Ronica, "Can you see what I see?"

"Yeah," she replied and climbed abed right away. Then she put her hands on Bianca's thighs, bent forward, and glued her mouth between them.

Bianca sighed and turned her dreamy eyes to me. Almost immediately, I sat down and touched her lips. "Here, taste her cum," I told her.

After pushing my fingers into her mouth, I let her suck them for a moment. Then I moved my hand, caressing her from lips to tits. She hissed as I tickled her rosy areolae.