101 EROTICA STORIES (154 page)

Georgia, Hera, Rachel, and Bridget carried me to the bed. Some of the shock had worn off then, so I began to struggle. I shouted at them. I asked them what the hell were they thinking they were doing. Georgia squealed and asked Bridget to hold me still while she deals with the ropes. Bridget obliged. I was even more stunned. Ropes? I realized they were going to tie me up, and I didn’t even know what was going on! Things happened so fast. Before I knew it, I was bound to the four bedposts. I was in bed and in a spread-eagled position. They haven’t taped my mouth yet.

I struggled against the bonds as the five girls gathered around the bed and looked down at me. I looked back up at them and asked them what they were doing. I told them I didn’t find the whole thing funny. I told them I wanted to be released. I told them to quit fooling around.

Ruth answered it was all part of the initiation. If I wanted to be part of them, I had to go through the whole thing. I was angry. I didn’t do anything to deserve this. I don’t deserve to be tied up like a hog. I told her she could fuck her initiation off, and she laughed merrily. She told me I was a fool, that the initiation was indeed about fucking.

“Let’s see how long you’ll last, Ginger” were Ruth’s last words before the girls went and did what they did best.

 Ruth clapped, and the girls sprang into action again. Georgia turned to Hera while Bridget turned to Rachel. They pressed their bodies together and began to kiss each other hungrily.

I was stunned for the third time. So that was the initiation, watching a bunch of girls get horny and hot and heavy for each other? The concept intrigued me, but I was still too shocked to say or do anything.

Ruth acted like a judge over the entire proceeding. She pulled the chair from the vanity table and sat on it, legs crossed. Looking at her sitting so regally on that plain chair somehow turned me on. She looked so luscious. I suddenly wanted to devour her whole. My wall was breaking. My hidden lust had broken through.

“Bridget and Rachel, you go first,” Ruth instructed.

Hera and Georgia stepped back and let Bridget and Rachel have the limelight. Bridget and Rachel resumed their deep, torrid kissing. Their hands clawed and groped hungrily at each other. While they kissed, Bridget’s hands went to Rachel’s breasts. Rachel’s hands went to Bridget’s ass, squeezing tightly.

Then the girls broke their kissing. Bridget ran her tongue all over Rachel’s lips. The tongue went to Rachel’s chin, where it started its downward route. Down went Bridget’s tongue over Rachel’s throat, collarbones, and over her breasts, where it lingered for a few moments. Rachel moaned as Bridget fastened her mouth over Rachel’s tits and began to suck greedily. Rachel’s hands found Bridget’s hair and began to pull in perfect sync to Bridget’s sucking. Bridget had enough of Rachel’s breasts, and the tongue began to move down again, over Rachel’s flat stomach, over the mound where Rachel’s most secret part was and, finally, over Rachel’s cunt itself.

Rachel spread her legs wide apart as Bridget went down on her. Bridget knelt and spread Rachel’s lips apart with her hands. Bridget flicked her tongue over Rachel’s cunt, and Rachel moaned in answer. Bridget was testing, tasting, and teasing. Rachel’s moans kept getting louder. Bridget, sensing her friend’s distress, finally went the whole way by inserting her tongue inside Rachel’s slit. Rachel’s hips bucked, and she had to tighten her grip on Bridget’s hair to keep from falling to the floor.

Bridget ate Rachel’s pussy like a pro. Bridget plunged her tongue in and out of Rachel’s crack. Poor Rachel had to keep from screaming too loud. I could tell she was having a hard time keeping it all in, especially when Bridget inserted three fingers inside the slit. The whole scene was fascinating in a weird way I never thought possible. I was tied but fully clothed. But even I wasn’t spared from the erotic effect the whole show had on me. I shifted and felt something moist and sticky in my panties. Had I come? There was no way of making sure, but the sticky sensation seemed to confirm it.

I looked at the other girls and saw I wasn’t the only one getting hot and heavy with Bridget and Rachel’s show. Georgia was kneeling on the floor and playing with herself, moaning while she thrust a finger in and out of her. Hera was rubbing her breasts this way and that, bringing her sleepy nipples to life. She was biting her lip while she did that. The lip-biting thing turned up my arousal again, and I felt my own nipples come to life from beneath my bra. I looked at Hera again, and I saw her thighs and pussy were slick and shiny. The girl was completely turned on! Then Hera looked down and saw she was sopping wet from pure arousal. With her other hand, she reached down to her pussy, lightly ran a finger over her cunt, and brought her finger to her lips, where she sucked on it and licked it clean.

My breath caught at the sight. I drew in a sharp intake of breath, and the sound made Georgia look at me. She saw I was looking at something, so she turned in the same direction. When she saw Hera sucking on her own finger, Georgia groaned in ecstasy and immediately stood on her feet. Without much ado, she grabbed Hera and pulled her closer to the bed where I lay, all the better for me to see them get hot and heavy.

Hera was surprised by Georgia’s action, but she recovered right away. Like Rachel and Bridget (it was now Rachel’s turn to go down on Bridget, who was rocking her hips so rapidly I was worried she might break her back or something) before them, the two girls kissed like their lives depended on it. The sight of Georgia and Hera getting it on was as arousing as the sight of Rachel and Bridget kissing deeply. In my tied-up state, I couldn’t help but wonder if these girls had lackluster sex lives or something. They had boyfriends, that I know of. But whether those boyfriends met their carnal needs was something I no longer know of.

Georgia was a ferocious kisser. She sucked and nibbled on Hera’s lips while, with one hand, playing with Hera’s pussy. This made Hera become even wetter, and she got back at Georgia by tugging and pulling at her breasts. Georgia gasped and arched her back slightly at Hera’s touch. She stood erect, making her breasts stand even more erect, offering them up to Hera’s eager hands. Of course Hera took up the offer and began to tug and pull at Georgia’s tits even harder.

At that moment, I understood why guys love seeing girls get hot and heavy with each other. The sight was indeed something. Even I wasn’t spared from its power because tied up as I was, I was hornier than I had been in a long time. My already wet panties became even wetter, and I felt a kind of ache spread in the space between my legs. My breasts, already perky, began to hurt. I knew they were longing for someone’s erotic touch. I looked longingly at the girls, but they were busy doing their own thing. There was nobody who could do the same to me—or so I thought. Then my eyes spotted Ruth, still sitting calmly yet seductively on her chair-slash-throne.

Ruth saw me looking at her. Our eyes met, and the hungry fire inside me burned brighter and grew stronger. I flushed but didn’t look away. Ruth looked back serenely. Her body language didn’t betray anything she was thinking, but I knew she was brewing something up because I saw that glint, that glimmer in her eyes again. Oh, Ruth. Your own eyes are going to be the end of you, I found myself thinking.

I don’t know what emotion showed in my eyes, but Ruth stood up suddenly. The motion caught the other girls by surprise, but they only paused for a short while before they got back into their respective actions. I glanced at them, and I saw Rachel and Bridget were now on the floor. Bridget was on top, but her head was in Rachel’s pussy. Rachel had her head buried in Bridget’s pussy, and both girls were bucking their hips and moaning like mad.

Ruth walked to where I was. She stared down at me, still calm and serene although her eyes told another thing. I stared deeply at those baby blues. I saw she wanted to get it on with me. And I knew I wanted her to get it on with me too.

Then Ruth was on top of me, and her lips were on mine. I was surprised for a second, then I kissed her back just as hard. Ruth moaned lightly but didn’t break the kiss. Her lips tasted of cigarettes and coffee, a mannish taste for someone as feminine as Ruth. Her taste turned me on. I felt bold enough to slip my tongue inside her soft mouth, and I did just that.

Ruth gave me access, so I explored every inch of her mouth. The taste of cigarettes and coffee grew stronger. So did my arousal. While we were kissing, Ruth had spread my jacket aside and lifted my orange cotton shirt. I had my bra on, so my breasts still weren’t exposed. Ruth’s tits were swinging on top of me, though, and I had the wild urge to grab them with my hands and play with them until she begged me to stop.

Ruth pulled my bra down, freeing my breasts. She broke our torrid kissing and went for my breasts. I cried out loud as Ruth’s warm mouth met my hard yet sensitive nipple. It felt so fucking good! Ruth sucked and nibbled on one breast while her hands fondled the other. I squirmed and thrashed as much as the ropes would allow me to. I was going crazy. There is nothing more intense and insanity inducing than having someone climb on top of you and pleasure you greatly while you lie in bed with your wrists and ankles held in place by ugly ropes. I wanted to raise my hips and ease off some of the burning pleasure I felt. But Ruth’s legs were on either side of my hips, and I couldn’t move an inch at all.

Ruth’s hands went to the waistband of my jeans. The button came loose and the zipper went down, revealing black lacy panties. Ruth tugged at my jeans and panties until my very own pussy was revealed. I had shaved the night before, so my pussy was hair-free and looked clean. Ruth gave a slight nod of approval before she raised her hand and smacked my cunt.

I gasped and jerked in surprise. Ruth had smacked my cunt hard, and it was painful. Surprisingly, though, it was also very erotic. I looked at Ruth, somehow begging, and she slapped my cunt again. Smack! Smack! Smack! The other girls saw what Ruth was doing and laughed out loud. Ruth smiled and gave me several more smacks. I cried out loud with each smack, but my cries were mixed with pleasure. Before long, my pussy was red and swore from all the smacking. Ruth saw it too, and to cool it down, she lowered her head and ran her tongue all over my swollen cunt.

It felt so good. I was tied spread eagled, but I wanted to stretch my legs out even farther and have Ruth take in as much pussy meat as she wanted. The sensation was incredible. I couldn’t believe a goddess like Ruth was giving it to me down there. Most males, and maybe females too, would die to be in my place right now. I felt proud of myself for having something not everyone at school can ever enjoy.

Ruth suddenly stood up and looked at me again. I was so wet already; it was unbelievable. I saw Ruth had my juices smeared all over her mouth. Some of my juice had made its way to her cheeks. She didn’t make an effort to wipe it all off, though. Instead, Ruth brought her hands together and clapped the second time. At her signal, the four other girls down the floor quit whatever they were doing and went to the bed.

What happened next was crazy. Suddenly everyone else was on top of me too. Before I knew it, Georgia’s cunt was over and pressing down my face. Two different mouths—I couldn’t see who they were, Georgia’s sex was blocking my view—were sucking on each of my breasts. My legs were spread as far apart as the bonds and my jeans would allow. Then a tongue was slithering in and out of my pussy.

It took all I had not to scream out loud—no, very loud. The ecstasy was too intense. I was being stimulated all at once, and it was driving me insane. My body didn’t know which sense of pleasure to respond to first. I thrashed about on the bed, all the while not able to stop my tongue from sliding in, out, and all over Georgia’s pussy. Georgia had her hands in my hair, which she gripped more tightly every time I slid my tongue inside her. Her juices were coming down in streams, and my face was wet with her clear sticky fluids in no time. What my tongue can reach, I lapped up in no time. Georgia tasted sweet yet slightly salty. I wanted more of her.