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Franck couldn't believe how excited he was at the thought of tying Felicia up and fucking her. His cock was leaking like a faucet. His slacks bore a large wet stain, and so the first thing he did on entering her apartment was to remove them, go to the sink and wash the pre-cum from the inner side of the material, and drape the slacks close to the air-conditioner that blew in cool air from its place in the living room window.
Felicia was naked first and waited patiently for him to finish, then said, "How do you want to do this?"
He took a second to think about it, not having done it before. That alone had brought about his current state of excitement. "Spread-eagled, I guess. Is that all right?"
"Perfect," she replied and hopped backward onto the bed, forming her body in the classic "X".
Felicia told him where to find the velvet ties, and he quickly placed them on her wrists and ankles, securing them to the four corners of her bed. He loved the way she looked tied up, helpless and completely open to him, her hipbones prominent and breasts flatter and rounder because of her raised, out-stretched arms. Glancing down at her black thatch of pubic hair, he noted it was wet with their earlier secretions.
He sat next to her, leaning down to kiss her, tonguing her deeply. He moved to her belly and kissed her there as well, then continued lower to her pubic triangle. Moving his hand over her body to cup her vulva, he rocked her with his hand.
"Let's see how turned on you are," he said, feeling her wetness even on the longer pubic hair as he tugged at it.
"YES!" Felicia moaned, "YES!"
Using a skill that caught Felicia by surprise, he parted her inner lips with two fingers, sliding his middle finger far inside her, feeling her wetness and the ever changing texture of her cunt.
"Oh," he said, "Very nice!" A second finger moved into her, moving in and out with harder and faster thrusts until she moaned and strained against the binding, meeting his hand. Suddenly he took both fingers from her and began working the area just above her clitoris with gentle, rhythmic caresses that made her scream in pleasure. Moving down to cover its length and circle the small knob of hard flesh, he moved his middle finger higher up to grasp its hood. Then he opened her inner folds with a separating sweep of his second and fourth fingers, holding them apart as he slid his middle finger firmly over her clit, a gesture he quickly learned she adored because she moaned all the louder. He worked the middle finger faster, back and forth over her tender clit, rubbing it ever so slightly harder in time to her increasing pelvic movement against his hand. With his other hand, John thrust two, then three, fingers all the way up inside her, faster and faster until her body tensed into immobility, lifting her into a high-pitched moan of an orgasm that rippled through her, rising and falling for the longest time.
He quickly centered himself above her, entered her fully with one stroke while her orgasm went on in wave after wave, which his slow fucking now skimmed and rode, taking his cues from her thrusting. After slowing to meet her subsiding motion, instead of stopping altogether, he slowly began to increase the rhythm knowing that she could be brought back to another pitch of pleasure following right after the first. Her cunt opened even further to this type of fucking, raising her hips to meet his thrusting cock, burning with such exquisite feeling she felt as if she were going to faint away.
"Oh, God. Oh, God," she moaned, "it's so fuckin' good."
John leaned over her, kissing and biting her breasts, sucking hard on one, and then the other, as he slammed high and hard into her, licking her neck as he withdrew to the very entrance of her cunt, then plunging all the way into her while she screamed with pleasure, rocking with him, tightening her vaginal muscles to grip him when he was deepest inside her, making him gasp, squeeze his eyes shut, and whisper, "Oh, God, it's unbelievably good."
He stopped for a moment and untied her legs so she would move more. He reached for some pillows to slide under her hips, and she compliantly raised her legs and wrapped them tightly around his neck. This served to guiding him back into her.
As he resumed his fucking, Felicia found that each thrust brought a different pleasure, and after a while she lost the ability to know which one of them initiated from a given stroke, or set of strokes. Sometimes it felt to her that the strokes were fast, fast, fast. Then it was long and slow, reaching so deeply into her that she was compelled to cry out. Then too, there were moments that seemed to her that it was sheer anger in the force of his fucking. She didn't care if he would ultimately kill her. All she wanted was his cock, his pulsating, driving cock, ramming into her.
They fucked for a long time, until he pulled out of her in order to move to her mouth. "I love being inside all of you," he gasped while straddling her, bringing his cock very near her mouth. Opening to him with a sucking kiss, she tasted the mixture of their secretions, licking and moving her mouth over him, taking him all the way into her, then pulling back on him. Just as she was falling into a rhythm of wrapping her mouth around him as he rocked back and forth, he pulled out of her mouth and told her, "It's getting very sensitive."
He began to kiss her mouth, running his hands over her body, pausing to slide his fingers into her vulva, again seeking her inner labia and as she moaned louder and louder, her clit.
He opened her slowly; separating the inner lips carefully with his fingers, and pulling the hood firmly back until her clit lay exposed to his tongue. He knelt over her, his formidable erection resting against her belly. He started licking her, using long, loud gulps, wrapping his mouth around her. Her entire body shuddered with pleasure. Then he held her lips apart with the fingers of one hand as he slowly worked the tip of his tongue back and forth over the length of her engorged clit, returning to the spot just above its most sensitive area for a more intense tonguing.
With each motion of his mouth upon her, she moved to meet his tongue and lips, breathing herself into his mouth, pushing her pelvis against him when she wanted him to suck harder, and moving ever so slightly up or down in the bed to guide his tongue to her most rapturous part of the moment.
He fingered her with his other hand, thrusting hard, then slipping out of her, then thrusting into her again with gathering force while his tongue worked her clit steadily.
Her continued moaning ended abruptly only to be replaced by an orgasmic cry that went on for several minutes. Her arms strained hard against the binding holding her in place. When she went silent, he entered her, pushing himself all the way into her, thrusting this way, then that way, discovering and rediscovering sensations Felicia had all but forgotten. They moaned in unison, their sweat mixing as he nuzzled his face to her neck.
They smelled of sex.
When he finally came inside her, she felt, not an orgasm, but a series of tiny but pleasurable ripples in her cunt reverberating from the cessation of frictional motion. She quickly discovered she could intensify them by contracting her muscles against his still ejaculating prick.
Then they slept for two hours.
The following day, after John left for work, Argie dressed carefully, wanting to make a good appearance with the Doctor. She looked at herself in the full-length mirror, and turned to gaze at her profile. Still looking at herself, she reached down and opened a bureau drawer containing her blouses. She took out a sheer white silk and held it up against her. It was almost, but not quite translucent. She nodded, and put the blouse down on the top of the bureau; a moment later, she unhooked her bra and took it off.
Argie put the blouse on and settled herself in the silky garment by shaking her shoulders. She looked at herself critically in the mirror, cocked her head to the left, then the right and shrugged to see whether her nipples showed. Her areola were almost totally visible to a discerning glance. With a wry smile, she rubbed the silken material against them to gauge whether she would find the friction comfortable during a full hot day. Finally, Argie decided that she would and removed the blouse, and put the bra back on. Then she tried the white blouse on again, and studied herself in the mirror. She smiled at her image and reached for a short skirt, which she knew showed her legs to their best advantage.
Argie was at Doctor Gladstone's office fifteen minutes early, revealing her anxiety. As she entered the outer office a chime announced her entry. There was no one else in the room and the receptionist's desk was empty. A minute or two after her arrival, the inside door opened and Doctor Gladstone peered through the door.
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