MY INHERITANCE
Chapter 47
Kitten Fun (Kittens playing)
I do not really remember the drive into Vail. Andy had told me she wanted to be
tied to the bed and fucked all night. And, as she told me, she was playing with
my cock through my trousers. Who could think about driving? However, I do
remember the tires of the truck squealing as I negotiated the mountain roads at
high speed.
The little tease would let her hand move to my shoulder or stomach or arm as she
changed the subject by talking about something I cared nothing about, which, at
the moment, was everything but fucking her.
"Do you think I should lighten my hair, sweetheart," she might begin in an
innocuous tone. She would talk about hair coloring or something inane with both
knew was of no importance. But, just when my mind had pushed fucking her to a
back burner for a second, she would grab my cock and squeeze, saying something
like "are you going to fuck my ass with that big cock of yours?" or "Davy, I
need you in me so much."
You can see why my mind never left the thought of her in my bed.
We were still east of Eisenhower Tunnel when the car phone rang.
"It is Mom for you," she said, handing me the phone.
"Hi, Mary."
"Davy, we are exhausted. Do you mind if we spend the night here in Aspen?" she
asked.
"Of course not."
I could hear Lisa in the background. "Go ahead. Ask him," she said.
Mary was silent. Then she cleared her throat.
"Davy, we both are. Well. We are horny. Can we enjoy each other? I hope you
don't mind me asking. I know you will not be there to see us. But."
"What is he saying?" Lisa asked.
"Go ahead. Have fun, but only the two of you. No others."
"Oh, yes," I heard Lisa shout.
"Thank you, Davy. See you tomorrow night. We love you."
I explained to Andy what they wanted. She had a funny expression as if waiting
for me to say something specific and wondering if I would. I want my kittens to
be happy. I want them to be well fucked. But, how was I going to keep twenty
of them satisfied? I had some ideas. I just needed to make up my mind.
With Andy still teasing me, the fantasies started flooding, blocking out any
other thoughts. Here is how I fantasied it.
The house was locked and all the lights were off. Andy lit two candles in the
bedroom. Our bed has two leather straps, like long belts, which go around the
mattress and buckle to hold the belt firmly in place. One is around the
mattress in a location which places it under a kitten's neck. The other is
placed under her hips. We keep the straps unbuckled and tucked away until we
want to use them. Andy had buckled them in place.
When I returned from the dungeon where I had raided the toy box for the things I
would need, she was naked, sitting on the edge of the bed waiting for me. She
gave me a warm and wicked smile before turning her back toward me and lifting
her hair out of the way to allow me to attach a leather restraint collar around
her neck. After I buckled the thick leather with the O-ring in back, I patted
the bed. She lay back. I clipped the collar to the O-ring on the strap around
the mattress.
"Oh. I can't raise my head. What will happen to me?" she said huskily, holding
up a wrist to me. She watched me intently as I buckled the restraint around her
wrist. She lay her hand by her head, allowing me to attach her arm to the strap.
Then, I did the other arm.
She was secure now, neck and wrists attached to the strap. I saw her muscle s
tighten and relax as she tested her bondage. I saw her hands clench and
unclench in anticipation.
"What have you planned for me?" she asked breathlessly.
"One thing I have not planned is an orgasm."
Her whole body flinched.
"Are you so cruel to a damsel in distress?"
Cruel? Not on your life. I could smell her pussy. With a finger, I dipped
into it, making her gasp. Her juices were running down the crack of her ass.
My fantasy saw Andy (you know what she looks like) on her back, naked, arms and
neck restrained in an open and available position. It was not against her will.
Rather, she was entirely for her situation. Just thinking about it had brought
her to the edge of orgasm. Her nipples were erect, her pussy flowing, her skin
hot and pink. Her eyes were moist and pleading to be fucked.
I sat by her as she extended one leg by me. I took her other ankle in my hand
and brought her foot to my lips. I started with her little toe, kissing,
tonguing, sucking, as I worked my way slowly up her leg, stopping to nibble the
tender back of her knee. I worked up her thigh, feeling her twitch and squirm
until I got to her pussy. I licked her slit, careful not to touch her clit.
She was begging by now.
"Come on, Davy. Fuck me," she moaned.
But, I was just starting. I did the other leg the same way. I noticed when the
sweat broke out between her breasts. I could see her love juices flowing, feel
her heat and tension. I leaned over her to kiss her breasts. Her legs scissored
around me as she tried to pull me into her.
I took a piece of rope, put the slip knot around her ankle and pulled it tight.
I pulled her ankle snug to her thigh and tied the rope around it. Her legs were
bent and trapped.
"No, honey. Please, no. Take me. I need you so," she begged.
Take her? Would you? Of course. We both would. But, not yet.
It was going to be a long time before I fucked her. I planned to caress and
enjoy every inch of her, to tantalize and tease her until she was delirious with
need.
Have I told you I love to eat pussy? I do, you know. I started slowly, letting
her ebb and flow, letting her build and then, when she was close to orgasm,
letting her back down. She screamed and cursed. She tried kicking me with her
bound legs. I ignored her pleas.
Then, I slipped a rope behind each knee and bound it to the strap, bringing her
bent legs up and as wide as was comfortable for her. I knee walked between her
legs. She started to giggle. She thought she was going to get fucked.
I lodged the tip of my cock in the entrance to her pussy and stopped. I could
feel her trying to draw me into her by sheer pussy power. I rocked a little
giving her an inch more and she tried to thrust her hips up to trap me, but her
bondage would not let her. I pulled back out again until she could feel my cock
head on her pussy lips, but I was not really in her.
Hot like a furnace. Tight like a spring. Screaming and begging, pleading to be
fucked. I kept tantalizing her until I was afraid she would go crazy. I untied
the knots which bound her legs. She straightened them. In an instant, I jammed
my cock all the way home as she locked her legs around me and clamped her pussy
down on my shaft.
"OH YOU SONOFABITCH! SOOO GOOD!" she screamed as she began her first of many
orgasms.
That was my fantasy as we drove into town.
I won't tell you all about it, about what really happened. You will have to
imagine this wonderful creature suffering the greatest of tortious delights,
delayed orgasm. I will tell you she was drenched with sweat and delirious with
need when I finally put my cock in her. It was almost two hours after I attached
her to the bed before I finished with her and drifted off to sleep. I will tell
you, too, that it was better than my fantasy, but it always is with Andy.
The burglar alarm went off in the night. Andy groaned. I had left her neck and
wrist attached to the bed after we finished our love session. Then, I heard the
electronic tones indicating the alarm was being deactivated. In a minute, I
heard footsteps as Lisa and Mary entered the room.
"What are you two doing here?" I asked groggily.
"We were lonely," Mary replied, as she began to quickly undress.
Lisa was naked in a flash and slipped in the covers by me. I felt her hand on my
cock and her nipple rings against my back.
"Move over, Andy," Mary whispered.
"Mother. I am attached to the bed. I can't move over."
"Well, I am glad you two had fun," Mary said with mock disapproval as she
unfastened her daughter from bondage.
"Don't, Mom. I want to spend the night tied up," Andy whined like a
ten-year-old child.
As Lisa and I watched, Mary reversed the leather collar so the O-ring was in
front and fastened Andy's wrists to it, keeping her hands under her chin.
"How's that?"
"Nice," Andy whispered as she rolled over and went back to sleep.
Mary gave me a long, hard kiss. I let my hands wander over her body as Lisa's
hands were wandering over mine.
"I am really sleepy. Can we fuck in the morning?" Mary asked.
"Sure, baby," I said, giving her a peck on the cheek.
She lay down between Andy and me and was asleep in an instant. I rolled over to
face Lisa.
You know I have not told you everything that had happened during these many
months with my kittens. Mundane things, like shopping or reading in the evening
have been omitted. Even some fun things have been left out. But, I think you
have received the high points of most of what happened in my life.
However, I may have neglected Lisa. As I told you, Lisa was a bitch when we
were dating. By bitch, I mean she was cold, somewhat abusive. She had been a
joy since she came back to us. I think she was inhibited and sexually
repressed. When we let that out, gave her freedom so to speak, her bitchiness
faded away. Her submissive streak had been a boon in our non-sexual
relationships as well as providing some fun sexual times. She did not challenge
Mary, who was our queen bee, by virtue of her age, relationship with Uncle Bert
and being Andy's mother. In short, Lisa fit in perfectly.
Lisa squirmed against me, her leg between mine, her hands on the cheeks of my
ass. When we kissed, I could feel her tongue brads. It was a very nice feeling.
"Fuck me. Please," she whispered.
"I thought you girls had a little fun in Aspen."
"We did, but it is not the same as you fucking me. It is not even as much fun
to play with Mary if you are not there to watch us."
She dragged her nails up my back as she shifted to get my hard cock between her
legs, trapping it there.
"You are my man, every bit as much as you are Andy's man, or Mary's. I need you
very much."
"What else do you need from me?"
She received the question more seriously then I intended it to be. She leaned
back to focus better on my face. Her expression was very intent.
"I need a demanding man, a man who will punish me if I need it. I need to know
what the limits are. Most of all, I need to be loved."
"You are loved. And, I will be more firm with you."
She was stroking my side as we spoke. She stopped and squeezed hard.
"Mary and Andy need firmness as much as I do. All women need it, Davy."
Ever since I had put Diablo back in his cage, my mind was trying to achieve a
balance of firmness and softness, of giving and taking, of flashing a green
light or a red light. Perhaps I would never achieve the perfect balance. I
suspected the balance was not obtainable because the fulcrum always changed.
That is, individual needs and wants would change, circumstances would change,
meaning the balance point would change with them.
Lisa had just told me to hold the reins on her and her fellow kittens a little
tighter. I would remember that.
"Let's go in the other room," I said, pulling back the covers.
The room was cool but not cold. I like it that way. It makes a fire or
snuggling under the covers feel that much better. I had not built a fire that
night since Andy and I had gone straight to bed. Now, with Lisa wrapped in one
of the mink throw rugs in front of the fireplace, I stacked the logs and brought
the fire to life.
Lisa slipped to the floor and opened the fur wide. I crawled in next to her and
she wrapped it around us.
"Do me slow and easy, baby," she murmured.
Isn't it nice that my kittens will tell me what they want, what they need to
make them happy? It makes our sex life that much better.
She willingly spread her legs, letting me slip into her hot wetness. We moved
slowly, the mink tight around us both holding in the heat making us sweat and
acting as a binding of sorts.
She had several orgasms. They were quiet but strong as she sweated under me.
After I came in her, I stayed on top of her as sleep began to take me away.
I heard her say just before I dozed off, "When do I get to have your baby?"
To be continued . . .
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