I’ve talked more than enough here recently regarding my relationship with pain and pleasure, so I thought I would share the third part of the Larry series. Click HERE to catch up.
PLEASE NOTE: Yes, this piece is about younger characters. They may have just celebrated prom but they are not minors. Though still technically youths, and under the age of 21, they are well into the legal age of consent.
That soft leather strapping Sharon had draped around her waist. It was an invitation, he knew it. If he hadn’t, her telling him that she was not wearing panties under her dress certainly was. But panties were easy, it was that leather strapping that had intrigued him more. He couldn’t wait to get his hands on it.
Prom was less than spectacular, as he expected. After dinner, photos, and a few dances Sharon asked if he was ready to get out of there. Hell ya, he thought. He knew what prom night was really all about and he was ready to get the party started. Helping her into the car, Larry brushed his hand across her breasts. Sharon giggled and blushed, but didn’t look away. She is going to be fun, he thought as he put the car in gear.
The old mill was deserted, save the little critters of the night, and the moon cast it’s full glowing light. Larry was glad because he wanted to see Sharon, to watch her reactions. He would have rather been in the comfort of his room, or even a hotel room, but the old car would suffice for now.
As he reached down to untie the leather ribbon from around Sharon’s waist his cock stirred. Feeling the softness of it in his hands his cock hardened instantly. It was exquisite. He lifted the strap and slid it across his upper lip, feeling the softness against his more sensitive skin and letting the smell of it fill him. As he took his time letting the leather slide, winding it around his hands, Sharon sat there watching him. She couldn’t miss the large bulge that had appeared in the front of his pants. It excited her the way the leather excited him.
They sat there a while, Larry consumed by the ribbon of leather, Sharon consumed by thoughts of Larry doing dirty things to her. She had been with boys before and she knew the quiet ones were the more fun ones when it came to all things sexual. The jocks thought all they had to do was show up and the preppy’s were the real virgins of high school. They were consumed with student council, prom, the fall mixer and the like. The quiet ones were the creative types, the brooding ones, who were eager to try all the things they had read and fantasized about and didn’t care whether you were the prom queen or a complete social misfit. They were just happy to have a live, breathing partner. She was that.
Sharon was startled by Larry’s sudden move toward her. He lunged forward, grabbing her arms, and kissed her. Even with the forcefulness of the action, he was still hesitant with the kiss, unsure of himself. He was greeted with an open mouth and welcoming response which told him to continue. His kiss became stronger and more demanding. He released her arms to grab hold of her hair at the base of her neck. She moaned and complied.
He ended the kiss and sat back. “Can I tie your hands?” he asked.
” You may.” She thought this would be quite kinky.
Larry leaned forward and wrapped the leather that had once been around Sharon’s waist around her hands, securing them behind her back. Yes, she is going to be fun, he thought to himself again.
With her hands secured Larry moved in for another kiss. This time there was no hesitation. He pushed her back against the seat and held her by one hand at the base of her neck. His other hand moved down to her perky little tits and released them from their confines under her prom dress. He had teased them with a light graze earlier, now he wanted to worship them. He squeezed her tits, not too hard, then he kissed them, sucked them, and pinched her nipples. She let out a little yelp but didn’t ask him to stop. Another sign to keep going, and so he did.
He continued to suck and nibble her tits, moving his hand down to her legs. He hiked up her dress and slid his hand between her thighs. She was hot, and wet. My was she wet. He had never known a woman could get so wet on her own. It was a very pleasant surprise as he prodded her with his finger. It slipped in and quickly became drenched in her wetness. In it went again, accompanied by another finger. She moaned and moved her hips to meet him.
As he was fucking her with his fingers he noticed she was no longer looking at him. Her eyes were closed and her head was tilted back to the side. This would not do. “Look at me,” he told her. “I want you to see what I am doing to you. I want you to see the pleasure I take from using your body.”
“Oh, but it feels so good, Larry. I just want to let the feelings overtake me.”
“No! No. You will watch.” Larry wanted more, he needed more. He untied her hands, but briefly, then re-tied them in a new position behind her head leaving longer ends. He then took the ends and wrapped them around her head, in her mouth, as a gag. The two ends of leather wrapped around and securing at the back to her hands. She would watch him now.
Once he had her all secured he returned to her tits and cunt. Now he didn’t just suck and lightly pinch, he was harder. He nibbled then bit her tits. He pinched her nipples, nearly tearing them off in the process. Sharon moaned and tried to scream but the gag stopped it from fully escaping. His fingers that were once on her cunt penetrated her fully. One finger, then two, then three…
He had something more to fuck her with he thought. His cock yes, but he wasn’t going to degrade himself to shoving his cock in her. She was for his pleasure in other ways. He looked around the car. Had he remembered to bring it? Ah, yes, there it was in his side door. How would Sharon enjoy this, he wondered. His shop teacher thought he was just practicing his skills on the lathe with some useless piece of wood he’d give to his mother. Not so.
She was watching him now and the look in her eyes was better than he had anticipated. Her accompanying muffled screams were like music to his ears…