| Bibliotek by John Writer |
The bicycle tour part 2 |
Del 1 Fantasier |
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about twenty minutes her trip was getting tensed. Her
breathing was a lot heavier than the bicycle ride itself
demanded. Her eyes were lost in some far distance, she
had stopped calling me names and had started to moan deep
down her throat. Her naked body started to convulse and
her course got quite unsteady. This caused her nipples to
get stretched in the same increasing rhythm as she swayed
on her ride. Of course this only added to her stimulation
and she was strongly building up towards her first
orgasm. A held my hand over my eyes to block the sun,
thus getting a better view. This far it had been a
pleasure to see her helpless body parading in front of
me, seeing her agony and that glimpse in her eye that
told me she loved it. Now it was rapidly growing in
intensity. To say I was enjoying it would have been a
great understatement. I had to keep myself still, and
restrain myself to keep looking cool and unaffected. As
she was on the opposite side of the circle, she howled
and shuddered in a violent and liberating orgasm. Her
legs stiffened and she almost stopped tramping. Her
entire body shook and shivered, unaware of the strain in
her nipples, or her speed dropping almost to a stand
still. I was just about to rush to her rescue as she got
aware of her situation and started to tramp. For the
first few moments her legs strained to get speed up on
the rough gravel surface. But soon she got going and it
got easier. Gleaming with sweat covering her exhausted
body she came slowly cycling towards me. She was panting
loudly and her eyes were not quite present. I looked at
her and smiled. My excitement was growing, my pulse
speeding. I knew the next quarter of an hour or so, would
be hell for her. She had often been talking about how sensitive and tired she got as she climaxed, and how hard she found it to go on playing immediately afterwards. She had also said that she was curious as to how she would react if she had no choice, if the game went on. She had been talking about this with a mix of lust and fear, knowing how intense any touch was after her climax, still wanting to experience multiple orgasms. I had picked the occasion with care. She was healthy, feeling good and had been in a great mood the last week. Her lust for erotic games had been great, and her ability to endure strenuous bondage had never been better. Also we both felt good as the spring was going towards early summer and the temperature was raising. On her next round, coming towards me I saw her eyes focus and sending a pledge to me. She was still out of her breath and her now super sensitive body was aching with all the various stimulation her ride gave her. She was only able to communicate trough her eyes and they were begging to get free. My first impulse was to untie her, but I remembered how her eyes had been smiling as she talked about having more than one orgasm and how inescapable bondage probably would be her only way of experiencing it. I decided to ignore her pleas. For the next ten minutes, things where rough. She was obviously not enjoying herself and I was fighting with my bad conscience. She was not calling me names or begging me as she usually would be when she was in the mood. She kept quiet and kept on tramping, concentrating on making the ride as smooth and comfortable as possible. But after a while she started to tremble and breathe heavier again. This time there was no long soft building up towards climax. Instead she got more and more tensed an shook violently. Suddenly she came a second time. Again she was close to falling, but managed to get it together and go on. This time it seamed as if the orgasm never really ended. It was as if the convulsions kept coming, not as close as in her climax, but never the less continuous. Carol looked as if she didn't know what was going on and her face got an expression I had never seen before. She had now been on the bike for about 45 minutes and she just kept going on, moaning and sighing. I felt uncertain as to what was happening and waited for some signal. As time went on Carol got another climax, not as violent as the first, but more lasting. She was beginning to get tired, both from cycling and from her orgasms, but by now I knew she was OK and enjoying it. As she started to beg for release I laughed at her: - Keep the pace up, otherwise you start to sway again. She kept on cycling, cursing her situation, panting from her state of exhaustion And after a while she came again. When she had been on the bike for a hour and a half, I unhooked the wire and helped her back to the stand. As soon as I had the bike stand properly, I hugged her warm body tightly and kissed her deeply. She made resistance to my kissing and finally managed to speak. - John, please turn off the vibrator! I smiled at her and flicked the switch to off. She sighed with relief and closed her eyes as I carefully untied the loops around her nipples. I then unlocked the cuffs, and untied her ponytail. She almost fell in my arms as I helped her off the bike. Pleased with the outcome of the ride I carried her to a soft slope where I had placed a blanket on the grass and driven down four poles at the corners of the blanket. I laid her down on her back and carefully tied her spread eagle in the sun. I laid myself down beside her and caressed her moist body, kissing her, gently teasing her. We spent the rest of the day playing and making love. I had found a shed where the roof was still intact and as the night fell we moved in, lightning candles, drinking wine and making love. The shed had the roof trusses open and these made some excellent anchor points for some suspension games. The night passed quickly and finally both Carol and I was completely exhausted and unable to anything more. As I got some extra blankets and made our primitive bed Carol asked me to untie her for the night. Since we both were tired and she had been having a very demanding day, I agreed. I finally blew out the candles, and joined her under the blankets. She crept close and wrapped herself around me. As we laid there under our blankets, surrounded by ropes and cuffs we both fell asleep almost at once. The
next morning I was awaked by a sudden move. Sleepily I
started to look around as I realised that Carol had just
locked my hands behind my back with a quick manoeuvre,
and now she was busy tying my ankles crossed so that my
legs pointed out. I was too late. When I got the picture
and tried to make my sleepy body react, I was already
trapped. She giggled at my sudden realisation and my
useless attempts to stop her. John Writer |
| Bibliotek by John Writer |
The bicycle tour part 2 |
Del 1 Fantasier |