College Lesbian Bondage (2 page)

“Help me,” she said.

I reached towards her back. She swatted me on the wrist.

“Just one hand.”

I tried again. It was actually really hard to unhook a bra on someone else, especially when you were used to doing it on yourself; the hooks were the wrong way around. I didn’t care though, since she grabbed my other hand and shoved it under her skirt.

I stroked her through her panties. She sighed and spread her knees wider, already damp. The smell of her filled me with terrified lust.

I finally managed to unhook her bra and she shrugged it off. Her nipples were proudly erect, a lovely dark brown. I leaned in to fondle her breast and she slapped me again, harder this time. My hand stung.

“Your mouth.”

I bent down and took one, gently swirling my tongue around the hardened nub. She sighed again. I finally summoned the courage to work a finger beneath the elastic of her panties. God, her cunt felt amazing—completely bare and very, very wet. I circled her clit as she ground into my hand, before daring to press another finger inside her. She tensed around me, and I panicked for a moment, wondering if I’d hurt her, before she relaxed.

“You can take those off now,” she said, eyes half-lidded. “Use your teeth.”

Huh? Oh, the panties. I removed my hand first, bringing it to my mouth. She shifted and lay back on the bed, watching me as I licked my fingers clean. She smiled.

“Good girl.”

I blushed. A sudden thrill went through me, headier than the salty tang on my lips. I bent down; she raised her hips to help me. I bit the lacy edge of her panties, trying not to damage the delicate fabric as I pulled. I had to alternate sides to get it all the way off, probably looking incredibly stupid in the process, but Alice didn’t seem to mind.

She rubbed her heel against the crotch of my jeans as I knelt between her knees. I moaned with frustration as the seam dug into my pussy, the feeling muted through the denim.

“Don’t worry, you’ll have your turn,” she said, parting her legs.

I hadn’t really looked at another woman before, so I took the chance now. Her pussy was very neat, completely bare, the lips dark pink and glistening with arousal. I spread her with my fingertips, brushing against her sensitive clit. It did really look like a flower, I guess. She ground against me, inviting me deeper.

I moved my hand, using my thumb to rub her clit and eased two fingers inside her. She moaned, and I felt the sound all the way from my nipples to my cunt. I carefully slid in a third finger. She was incredibly tight, her muscles squeezing around me as I pumped my fingers in and out of her.

“Come here,” she said, gesturing towards her breasts. She’d discarded her glasses, and I could see how large and gorgeous her eyes were, even more gorgeous now that they stared at me with undisguised lust. I leaned forwards, pressing my weight against her as I kissed my way from her navel to her breasts. She wrapped her legs around my back, crushing me to her as I worked my hand and my tongue.

“Yes,” she encouraged me, hips writhing and spurring me on. She grabbed the back of my head, her hand twisting in my hair as she held me against her breast. I gasped around her nipple, tears coming to my eyes. I mean, it kind of hurt, but it was a good hurt. Her movements became faster, harder, and I struggled to keep up, my tongue licking furiously, my fingers slamming into her cunt as deep as I could go.

“Harder,” she demanded.

I pressed her nipple against the roof of my mouth, and she seemed to like that, writhing beneath me, so I did it again. Her hand tightened in my hair to the point where I thought she wanted to rip my scalp off. I whimpered around her breast, unable to speak or raise my head.

Her legs tightened around me. She pulled my hair even harder. I was practically unable to breathe, with my mouth around her nipple and my nose pressed into her tits. I moaned in protest but the sound went unnoticed beneath her cries. Her cunt spasmed around my hand, squeezing my fingers as though milking them as she tossed her head on the pillow, her cries turning into moans.

Slowly, her hand fell away from my head, easing the pain in my scalp. I was too nervous to move, though, and she seemed in no hurry to move me. I mean, I’d just made a girl come. It felt amazingly awesome.

As her breathing settled down to normal, she lowered her legs from where they’d been wrapped around me. Taking that as my cue, I carefully slid out of her and wriggled my way up the bed until I was lying beside her.

She turned and smiled. “Not bad, straight girl,” she said, and kissed me to take any sting out of her words. She stroked the hair from my eyes and caressed the back of my head. “Did I hurt you?”

“No,” I lied, trying not to wince at the pressure of her fingers.

“I need to try harder.”

“Um—”

Alice laughed at my expression. “Don’t worry, I’ll play nice.”

“Actually I’m not into that kinky shit, you know?”

She sighed and rolled her eyes at the ceiling. I swear, sometimes my mouth and my brain were not connected. I was unbearably conscious of the heat in my jeans, the damp feeling between my legs. If she sent me home like this I was going to be incredibly unhappy.

Alice rolled over and left me. I watched her ass as she walked away. “Where are you going?” I asked.

She came back with a duffle bag, dumping it beside the bed. Then she climbed in, rolling me onto my back. I helped her take off my shirt, holding my arms above my head. She unzipped my jeans and slipped her hand inside. I practically jumped when her fingers brushed against against my panties; they were completely soaked through.

I pressed against her in a silent plea. She removed her hand and I groaned.

“Ask me nicely,” she said.

“Alice, come on—”

“Ask me.”

I scowled. She was still completely naked, arms crossed under her breasts, her knees to either side of me. God, just looking at her made me wet. It wasn’t fair!

“Please,” I said sullenly.

I didn’t see it coming, but suddenly my cheek stung with pain. She’d hit me! No one had ever raised a hand to me before. I pressed my fingers against my face, feeling the warmth beneath them. “Are you insane?”

“I said ’
nicely’
.”

I glared at her. She stared back at me, coolly aloof. I wriggled, and the friction of the jeans made me swoon, but it wasn’t enough. My nipples pressed uncomfortably against the insides of my bra, which she still hadn’t taken off. I considered my options.

“Please fuck me,” I said in a small voice.

She rewarded me with a kiss, pressing her naked breasts against my skin as she wrested the jeans down my hips. I sighed in relief as they came off, my panties along with them. She reached around me and unclasped my bra, which ended up on the floor a moment later.

I tried to pull her to me, but she held back.

“What now?” I asked.

Without responding, she leaned over the side of the bed. I heard the duffle bag being unzipped. When she came back, she brought an armful of fabric, cut into long strips. It felt amazing just draped over my skin, soft and silky.

“Hands above your head, please.”

“That’s going a bit far,” I said, trying to laugh and not look as nervous as I felt.

She raised her hand. I flinched, but she only used it to fondle my breast. It was the first time she’d touched me there and I sighed, arcing into her touch. She pinched me, and I moaned, rubbing up against her like a slut. She kissed my ear, tongue flicking at the lobe as her breath echoed in my mind, sending shivers all across my skin.

“Don’t you want to be a good girl?” she breathed. Her hand drifted down towards my hip and I jerked towards it.

A whine escaped my lips. “Please...”

She flicked my clit, then removed her hand. I was ready to scream with frustration.

“Good girls,” she said, “do as they’re told.”

Our eyes met. I wriggled my hips at her, but she did nothing.

Slowly, I raised my hands above my head. “I’m only doing this in the name of science,” I warned her.

Alice smiled, but remained silent. She wound the first bit of silk between my wrists, and I wondered if I’d made the wrong choice. My body didn’t think so; I could feel myself getting even wetter as she continued to string me up, tying the ends around the bedhead.

I tested the bonds. They were pretty comfortable, giving me a small amount of slack between my wrists and their anchor point, but I certainly couldn’t move them. Or touch her. Or touch myself.

“There,” she said, trailing the end down my cheek. I turned towards it. The cool fabric felt fabulous against my skin. “You look beautiful.”

I blushed. When she said it, I could believe it.

“Oh look, your nipples became so rosy!” she cooed, tweaking one.

“Ow!”

My fists clenched in their bonds. She tutted.

“Now, what was it you asked me to do again?”

This game was getting ridiculous, but I could see that she wasn’t prepared to do anything to me if I didn’t play along. I wriggled on the bed, trying to get any sensation at all from the friction between my thighs. She watched me, amused, until I gave up.

“Please fuck me, Alice. Please.”

She smiled. Her hand returned between my thighs and I gasped, eyes rolling in pleasure as she touched me. I ground my hips into her, not caring how I looked.

She took her hand away again, and I moaned in protest.

“Now, the only thing you haven’t asked is
where
you’d like me to fuck you,” she said, leaning out of my view. Something rattled as she dug inside her bag.

“You wouldn’t!” I squirmed, fighting my restraints until my shoulders ached and I lay panting, horny and wet and completely unsatisfied.

“Where would you like me to fuck you?”

“In my cunt!” I all but screamed. I blushed. What did I just say? “I want you to fuck me in my cunt. Please.”

She returned, a harness-less strap-on jutting out from her. I’d seen them before in sex toy stores but never in person. The business end was surprisingly long and thick. If we were going to compare, I’d say I’d never taken one that large.

I squirmed, a little nervous, but mostly just keen to be filled, to have my itch scratched. I’d been waiting long enough!

She stroked it as though it were a real cock, her manicured fingers teasing its tip and running down the entire length. “It’s a bit big.”

I squirmed. “You won’t hurt me.”

“I know.” She crawled up the bed until its tip touched my lips. I shook my head in silent protest.

She stroked my hair. “Shh, it’s okay. Come on, open up.”

Reluctantly, I did. She pressed it inside my mouth and I almost gagged on the plasticky taste. She moved it further in, and I whimpered as it neared the back of my throat. I had barely taken a quarter of its length.

“Come on,” she urged from above me. I had to breathe through my nose, which meant that I could smell all of her arousal. “You can do better than that.”

I tried to relax, forcing my jaws to open. She eased it in a little more.

“Mmphf!”

“Good girl,” she muttered, and then moved, shallowly at first, and then deeper. Tears sprung to my eyes as I struggled to accommodate it, the horrible plastic taste hitting the back of my throat.

She withdrew, letting me breathe, and I gasped for air. My spit gave her cock a slight sheen.

“See? Now it’s ready,” she said.

I swallowed, trying to get the taste from my mouth. When she’d moved down the bed, I parted my legs without needing to be asked.

“Ankles to shoulders, please.”

I hesitated. I knew that position would expose me completely to her eyes, leaving nothing unseen. Somehow that thrilled me, knowing another girl would be staring at my cunt, my ass, with nothing between us. I complied.

Alice ran her hand down the inside of my thigh, pinching my lips when she reached them.

“Please. Oh, please fuck me.”

She nudged her cock in place, and the movement gave me thrills all up my spine. I gasped and wriggled towards her, moaning as I reached the end of my tether and could go no further. She was still out of my reach.

“Roll over,” she said.

It took me a minute to do so without the use of my hands, but eventually I made it onto my knees, arms still stretched out in front of me. She pinched my breast, and I jerked into her hand. Her other hand groped my ass, then parted my pussy lips before she slid in. I gasped as she filled me, groaning with pleasure. She kept giving me more, until it was so deep I thought I might die of bliss.

“That’s my girl,” she said. Suddenly, her cock came alive with vibrations, trembling all the way inside me.

“Oh!” I squealed as she pulled out and then thrust, her hands on my hips guiding me. I didn’t need to be told what to do, grinding back on her. I hoped she’d turned off the camera on her laptop. If anyone saw us now, I knew what it’d look like—my ass in the air, grinding back and forth like a total whore, my tits bouncing as she thrust into me. I didn’t care. I wanted her inside me, stretching me, filling me.

She snaked a hand between us and touched my clit. I purred with pleasure, rubbing into her hand.

“Do you like being my slut?” she asked, her breath warm on my neck.

I twisted, trying to get more of her length inside me. “Yes.”

“You like being bound up all nice and tight, feeling my cock working inside you?”

My face warmed as I pressed it into her pillows. “Yes.”

“Do you want me to fuck you?”

“Yes! Yes, please fuck me, Alice.”

She pinched my nipple as her other hand worked circles on my clit. I moaned.

“I like fucking you,” she breathed. “You’re such a good whore, aren’t you?”

I couldn’t speak. She rode me relentlessly, hardly pausing between thrusts, forcing me to take her full length. Warmth rose in my core, threatening to spill over.

“Come for me,” Alice said, no room for argument in her voice. “Now.”

I screamed, impaling myself on her, feeling her every stroke as a shudder deep within me. I shoved my face into her pillow to stifle my cries, still thrusting against her as I tried to milk every last drop of my climax.