We had a pact that we would let each other fuck each other, using our brain to device the fuck while our organs did the rest.
Since we had exchanged house keys and I had completed a series of imaginative fuck sessions with Tara, I knew that Tara would hit back soon. She had often said “You make me love myself. You fuck me with such abandon that I love being a woman. I really want you to enjoy me as much as you want”.
In this particularly lazy weekend, when Tara was out on work outside Calcutta, I was simply wasting my time and thinking of what we would have done if she were in town.
As the day wore on, I bought some food and ate at home. Since maid servant would clean up the dishes the next day, I kept the dirty dishes in the sink and prepared to retire for the day.
Since fucking was in, shagging was out. No matter how randy I was, I would not shag. I would call Tara and tell her “I am coming over - _ want to fuck you”. And she would do the same.
By 10.30 I must have fallen off to sleep.
At around 11.30 PM, I heard some peculiar sound. I thought somebody was walking around the house. I told myself that I must be dreaming and turned over and tried to sleep.
Suddenly I felt that the noise was near. I was about to get up and switch on the light, when I heard a voice saying “Don’t move”.
It was Tara!!!!!
I asked “Tara is that you?”.
She barked “Shut up”.
I felt a cold metal against my temple. She said “If you move I will kill you”.
“Put your hands up and keep them there”.
I was scared. I put my hands up. I felt a cord being wrapped around my wrists and being tied to the bed post above.
I told myself “Shit, I am in trouble”.
Once my hands were tied, the voice said “You are fucking Tara all the time. Now you will be fucked till you are satisfied”.
Then she slowly popped open each of my sleeping shirts buttons and spread the shirt wide open.
She leant down and started to slowly lick my chest and swirling the ornamental vestiges of my nipples. It felt nice. My nipples were getting hard.
While she was doing that, her hand was straying under my pajamas.
I went on thinking, who is this girl. I don’t fuck any one other than Tara. What if she has aids??
Soon she had lowered my pajama. She pulled down my boxer shorts.
My dick must have jumped out.
She pulled off the pajama and the shorts.
She then continued to lick and kiss my face, chest and her hand would go on straying over my dick.
After some time, she caught my ankles and spread my legs a little wide.
Another rope came out. Each of my ankles were tied with the rope and the rope tied to the bedpost below.
I was helpless now.
She suddenly changed her position and started to kiss my balls and caress my dick.
She got up and walked away. She went to the dressing table and picked up a bottle.
I could smell the moisturizing lotion. She slopped some on her palms and started to apply the cream over my dick. Pulling the skin back and applying it more and more on my expose glans.
It was very pleasurable. I was moaning and moving up and down and pleading, “Please shag me”.
She continued with her efforts. The moment I would appear to start to come, she would stop and let the throbbing of my dick to slow down.
After bringing me to the brink of cumin many times, she lowered through my legs and started to lick my dick.
