His body had lay there prostate, tied down by silken cloth at the four corners of the bed. The hangings meant to provide the bed with some privacy in the common dormitory the boys his age shared, had been pulled off.
He was bare naked and on display for all to see.
Sounds of rustling came from the beds around his own. It was almost dawn and the boys had started to come awake. The feared excitement coupled with the sheer taboo nature of how he found himself had made his erection all the harder standing strong among his sparse pubic bush. The rustling which had begun in a disorderly fashion now took on a rhythmic note. It was obvious that the sounds were being caused by the periodic and insistent movement of bodies on bed sheets.
What was going on back there? A new sound joined the rustling; that of the light gasps of sexual ecstasy. It took him a moment to realise that the sounds were not just male. They had girls with them! Which meant that the sounds were not of boys pleasuring themselves, but of couples in the throes of intense physical intimacy.
Suddenly, he found himself focussing on the sounds from the bed right next to him as though the rest had dropped away. One of the voices belonged to his closest and best friend. Close not in any sexual manner, but close as only two young men their age could be.
The other voice came from a girl for sure, but it was hard to make out whose it actually was. His erection, though untouched, was throbbing and leaking lubrication profusely. He was, without even realising it, clenching and relaxing the muscles at his groin to tighten and release the growing manhood.
Slowly but surely, he was inching towards his orgasm. The sounds continued and grew ever so subtly periodically. The couple behind the hangings was nearing its climax too. Still unable to place the sound of the female voice in his mind, he turned his head to the other side of the bed and suddenly saw a girl clad in nothing but her underwear standing next to him. Smiling down at him, sweetly. Her hair was slightly tousled and her right bra strap was hanging loosely below her shoulder. The bra and panties matched in Colour and cloth.
Light pink cotton with slightly darker pink hearts all around. Lying there unable to move except to squirm, he could not help but admit to himself that he physically needed this girl, more than he had ever needed anything in all his life.
The thought was a little exaggerated but in that instant it was the only truth he knew. She looked into his eyes, never taking those deep, dark brown eyes away from his. Nothing existed for either of them in that moment. It didn't matter that he was naked and restrained to his bed or that she was only slightly better off standing there in her underwear. Fingers started fumbling at his hard and sensitive nipples, snapping him out of his trance stare into her eyes.
The touch felt good but he couldn't help but think about the curiosity and innocence it betrayed. She bent a little lower and now had fingers of both her hands caressing his nipples. The agony of being tied down hit him harder than it had before. He wanted to pull her down and feel her skin too. Her nipples were aroused under that bra and he wanted to see just how sensitive they were.
She lowered herself next to him, sitting by his side her hands still continuing their ministrations. She was ever so gentle, but carried a strong hint of playfulness which made him gasp every time she depressed a angel allwood and dakota james shared boyfriend on the couch or strummed all her fingers against it.
"Please!", his voice came out hoarse, whispering. She cocked an ear, feigning lack of hearing and brought her ear a little lower. He repeated himself but even softer this time. Her smile widened as she now brought her ear very close to his mouth waiting for his words.
The sudden sensation of having her so close to him filled all his senses. He felt her soft, black hair caressing the side of his face. The light smell of flowery shampoo coming from her hair played with the scent of her skin in its heated, excited state. The sight of her skin so close was too tempting, forcing him to wet his tongue and lick the ear along its ridge. A shudder passed through her and the hands which had moved to just rest on his chest were now gripping his skin, only increasing his pleasure and hers.
Contrary to what he thought she would do, she brought her ear honey cant stop enjoying wild fuck hardcore blowjob closer and gave it up to his moving lips. He didn't have to think about what to do next and immediately took her ear into his mouth sucking on the soft skin, licking against every inch it was possible to. He heard her gasp and knew he had hit the spot perfectly.
Before he knew it, she was moving from a position next to him to one on top of him. Her cloth covered buttocks were rubbing against his penis while the wet crotch of her panties, which had visibly soaked through, rested on the base of his stomach.
He could feel the slick cloth cold against his skin at first then warming as she started to move and rub down hard, back and forth. this was coupled with her hands resting firmly on irrumation in outdoor environment hardcore and blowjob nipples, pressing and rubbing him.
All of the sensations were pushing him ever closer to a climax and he was very aware of her increased breathing and pace as her hips moved faster pleasuring herself against his pubic bone. The physical pressure of her bending his very erect, throbbing and leaking penis with her panty-clad buttocks was only increasing such that he had no choice but to respond.
He now started moving his hips (the only part of his body that he could move) and started to press against her crotch thereby giving himself and her more pressure. This time it was her turn to mouth words to him, "Faster!" He could see of no reason to disobey and did not even try to. His hips were moving as fast as he thought he could move them trying to keep sync with hers, even though her hips and hands and legs had all developed minds of their own.
They were frantically xxx prona com sex stories story and gripping against every bit of his skin that they could find. They were both close to their individual climaxes but he knew somehow, without any experience or foreknowledge, that he had to hold out on his own until she had hers. Their bodies grew tighter so that their movements were now faster but more concentrated on the areas that were giving them the most pleasure.
He was about to ask her if she was close because he was very nearly full to bursting when she suddenly stopped. Her hips were now vibrating in his and her back was arched with her breasts and nipples protruding and on glorious display. Her fingers, in an effort to grab at something, had gripped him at his sides and were digging their short fingernails into his skin.
But, the most beautiful thing about her was her face; with lower lip held tightly by upper lip and eyes squeezed shut completing the look of pure pleasure.
He hadn't understood what was happening for an entire second before the implications rocked his mind. The pain, her face and the thrust of her now vibrating hips pushed him over the edge when they were coupled with the realization that he had helped her get to (in what little way he could considering his limbs were tied) a strong orgasm. Similar to her, his back arched but his hips did not lock in place; they wanted to thrust and thrust they did.
His eyes closed and body moved as he felt his semen make it's british housewife tracey lain loves playing with herself through his penis and shoot out causing him more pleasure than he had ever known was possible. Two things happened right at that moment of extreme ecstasy. The first was an odd realisation that the semen he had just shot was behaving oddly by traveling in the wrong direction; it was coming up and landed on his stomach and chest.
The second was the hearing of a sound that sounded like a gasp not unlike one that could have come from one of the boys in his dormitory. Slowly his eyes opened and drained the pleasure out of the previous few moments completely out of his mind.
Standing next to his bed were two of his roommates looking at his penis which was pulsing in tune with his heartbeat as it deflated. They were clad in night-clothes as he had been when he had gone to bed. Yet now his pajama bottoms were at his ankles restricting movement and his blanket had somehow wrapped itself around his torso and arms in such a way that his hands felt like they were tied down too. "Wow Harry, that must have been one heck of a dream!" Ron had a look of slight shock and amusement on his face but his pajama bottoms told a different story.
Seamus was no different. "Yes, yes it was."