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She reached out and used her thumb and index finger to pinch his foreskin, using it to lift his flaccid cock, which had been hanging down over his balls, and lay it on his tummy. She then sat between his feet and proceeded to lightly trace lines up his legs, softly teasing his sensitive inner thighs but always jumping across to the opposite leg just before her fingers grazed his balls. he tried to arch his back and thrust his hips upward so that she'd touch his sack, but she just smiled and continued to tease, easily dodging his efforts.
As his cock began to swell and lengthen she added a new twist to her teasing, running her finger behind his balls to tickle his perineum and his ass. That did nothing to lessen the pleasure, and his cock continued to fill, stretching toward his navel, little slit-nose peeking out from its fleshy hood.
Tracey smiled broadly, basking in her success. "It looks like you're enjoying this even though I'm not even touching your favorite parts. You're a growing boy, Harry"
"Uunnnhhh, yeah, that feels pretty good. You can stop teasing and get serious anytime you're ready."
She just laughed. "Oh, silly boy I've barely begun to tease. Fortunately, tWe have all night, and I plan to leave you a dried-up, withered husk by sunrise; I'm like a cum vampire."
"Mmm, my favorite kind of vampire" Her tickling fingers paused below his balls, the tip of her pinky reaching out to toy with his asshole, just barely penetrating him. he groaned and clenched involuntarily, and she giggled.
"Feel good"
"Can't you tell" His cock had responded, filling and throbbing. Close to full erection now, his length had lifted off his stomach and was suspended about an inch above, pointing at his chin and bobbing with each heartbeat; he could have taken his own pulse just by timing the rhythmic bobbing of his cock.
She watched his cock bounce up and down for several seconds and then dragged her fingernails lightly up and over his ballsack, an intense sensation which rushed another pulse of blood into his distended member. She did it again, scraping her nails across the firm, rounded bulge of each testicle, those tender orbs both feeling as though they were under immense pressure, and then circled his scrotum, touching feather-light or gently dragging her nails, her fingers supporting the weight of his balls as she tormented him.
By that point, he was no longer partially hard; he was in full, raging erection, his cock rigid and thick, standing proud. he was nowhere near climax, of course, but if He'd come he would have probably nailed his self right between the eyes, based on aim and known ballistics.
Harry groaned and strained against his restraints, desperate for her to really touch hiim, to begin to work him toward the goal line. "Fuck, babe, you're driving him crazy"
"You have no idea what crazy is, my love. Just so you don't get your hopes up, I'll tell you that I'm not allowing your first release for at least an hour."
"An hour Oh, come on, get real."
"Well, I can't make you come a hundred times like you did to me, so I have to wring the most fun out of each and every drop. I'm not untying you until you come at least three times for me, though."
Three times That could take awhile, not to mention leave him a little sore."
"Okay then, four times." She'd wrapped her fingers as far as they would reach around his cock and was slowly stroking me, her touch still light, incredibly arousing, but not really moving the process along.
"Four times You just said three and now it's four" "Keep bitching and I'll make it five."
"I wasn't bitching, just sayin'. Three sounds fun – four too, for that matter, if it's possible."
She gripped his cock tighter, stroking and squeezing, placing the fingers of her other hand vertically over the head of his cock and using her thumb and fingertips to slide his foreskin up and down, covering and uncovering the swollen head of his penis, the tip mashing into her palm on each glans-revealing down stroke. Accordingly, she was the first to know when he started leaking precum, something he do quite copiously, the wet smear coating her palm.
"You're leaking." "Really I'm stunned."
Tracey laughed. "Yeah, you are a leaker." She gripped his cock firmly and milked upward, squeezing a generous, shimmering clear droplet out of me. She gathered it with a fingertip and reached up to paint his left nipple with it, then reached further to rub her wet, slippery finger on his lips. he licked off the last trace of his clear emission and she repeated the process, this time painting his right nipple before having him suck her finger clean.
She moved around to his side and leaned over him to suck and bite on his nipples, collecting her fingerpaint and swallowing it greedily. Her hand was still wrapped around his cock, stroking him, and it felt amazing. She was into it too, aroused, engrossed, and enjoying herself, and that may have been why the first cry didn't register with them; they heard a sound, but neither of them reacted.
We heard the next one clearly though, a female voice crying out, "Trraaaccceeyyy" and then moments later again, right outside the bedroom door, which burst open to admit a tear-streaked and disheveled Daphne, still calling out, "Trraaaccceeyyy" at the top of her lungs as she flew into the room.
Harry instinctively tried to curl up, tried to reach down and cover his self with his hands, but could do neither; his limbs tied tightly, his body spread-eagled before her, he was helpless. She came to a sudden, skidding stop just inside the door, staring at them until her eyes locked on his engorged, straining erection.
"Whoa What are you guys doing"
A rhetorical question, as it was pretty fucking obvious what they were doing Tracey replied with one of her own.
"What does it look like we're doing"
Nobody made any effort to answer either pointless question. Instead, he took control and decided what needed to happen.
"Daphne, get the fuck out"
Tracey countered his order. "No, wait; what's wrong Why are you crying" Unbelievable he jumped back in. "Who the fuck cares Just get out, now"
Daphne, too, ignored him. "Blaise dumped me I'm so upset; I thought he loved me." She was dressed to seduce, in fuck-me heels, a short little skirt, and a white crop-top that ended just below her boobs; she was blatantly bra-less, her big tits jiggling and her fat nipples readily apparent; he was impressed that Blaise had found the intestinal fortitude to dump her looking like that.
Still trying to drive her away, he took another shot. "Well it's no wonder he dumped you; you act like a rabid wolverine most of the time, what did you expect Now get out" It wasn't one of his finer moments, not a great display of sympathy or empathy, but he was laying there stark naked, tied to the bed, with a raging hard-on and his own cum smeared on his lips; he had other priorities and wasn't in a particularly charitable mood.
Tracey jumped Harry, her hand squeezing his cock as she reprimanded him. "Stop it, Harry; be nice Can't you see that she's upset You could try, just this once, to be nice to her."
"She's upset What do you think I am" he sighed. "Tell you what, Daphne; you get out, and maybe later I'll try to be nice to you and let you cry on my shoulder – you know, if you'll show me your tits first. No promises, though. Just get the fuck OUT"
Tracey slapped his bare chest. "Stop it"
Daphne stepped to the foot of the bed, her eyes taking in the ropes at each of his wrists and ankles before settling on his crotch. She stood there, staring up between his spread legs, and there was absolutely nothing he could do about it except tell her to get out, which he continued to do.
She grabbed his middle toe on his left foot and squeezed it, tugging on it until it popped. he winced and shut up, and when her eyes met mine she said, "Yeah, Harry, stop it You're in an awfully vulnerable position to be acting like such a douche bag."
Harry didn't say anything, recognizing the truth in her words. She regarded him silently for what seemed like forever but was probably only twenty or thirty seconds, her eyes mostly on his still-rigid cock. She bent forward and stared, then shook her head.
"Jeez, Harry, nice rack You're really hung"
It was probably the nicest thing she had ever said to him, and it caught him off guard. "Umm, thanks, he guess. Now will you please get your ass out"
"No, I don't think I will." She bent closer still, for a better examination of his junk. "Why are your balls so big" "What Why There's no 'why', they just are. Why are your tits so big"
She colored slightly but seemed better prepared for the question than he'd been. "My tits are big so I can catch dumb guys like you or Blaise, of course. And some women like big balls too, but you can't very well walk around with them swinging in the breeze, can you So what's the point"
Harry heard Tracey laugh, and while there was a certain blonde logic in there somewhere, he was unable to decode it. "Daphne, there's no fucking point to it; I hit puberty and everything grew, it's not something a guy has any control over, sort of like your tits."
"No guy has control over his tits."
"That's not what I meant. I meant... oh, never mind, just get out, okay I have some beers in the fridge, help yourself." She ignored him again, her eyes locked on his dick.
She smiled. "You really do have a great cock. Think of all those times I called you 'Tiny Harry', boy, was I ever wrong.
Guess I can't call you that anymore." She looked accusingly at Tracey. "How come you never told me he had such a huge dick"
Tracey laughed. "It's not really something that comes up in conversation, is it i mean, I guess when you ordered a sausage biscuit at I could have said, 'Oh, and speaking of sausages, my boyfriend's got a really big one dangling between his legs', but it didn't occur to him at the time."
Daphne pretended to pout. "Hmmph That's one of those things you're required to tell your BFF about, you know, just like if a guy has a really tiny cock or comes too fast. Those are things they girls have to share so that we're not surprised. If I went out with Harry without being aware of the monster in his pants, it might have scared me half to death when I dropped his drawers That would be awkward."
"No worries, Daphne, you won't be going out with me, now or ever. Now, will you get the fuck out of here"
She shook her head. "Nope, I'm staying unless Tracey tells me to leave." She looked at Tracey expectantly, as did he, waiting for her to tell her roommate to get lost.
To his amazement, Tracey just shrugged and said, "I don't mind if you stay."
"Tracey, come on Tell her to go away" Harry pulled against the ropes in frustration, his efforts proving futile as Daphne smiled triumphantly and walked around the bed, taking a seat near his left hip, opposite Tracey.
She put her hand on his bare chest and gave him an evil grin. "There, you see You're out-voted, in addition to being helpless." She turned and gave his cock a thorough once-over from her new vantage point before leaning forward and looking into his eyes. "You know, one advantage to me walking in on you is that I he used to think you had no redeeming qualities at all; now I know you do have one, at least"
She smelled distractingly lovely; even her breath was fresh with the scent of rum, cinnamon, and vanilla, probably Captain Morgan, and it was a clever comment, one of the most creative and intelligently phrased things He'd ever heard her say. he couldn't hide a smile.
"Thanks; good to know I'm not entirely worthless. You too, by the way; nice ass, but otherwise..." Harry was proud of his self for saying something nice in this circumstance – and for complimenting her ass without mentioning the ever-present Sequoia.
She wiggled her eyebrows at him. "Ah, so you're an ass man, in addition to being an asshole. Most guys compliment my boobs."
Tracey laughed, enjoying her roomie picking on Harry. "Good thing he's an ass man since he don't have your boobs. He does have a nice cock though, doesn't he"
Daphne nodded. "He really does, so long and thick. He's not circumcised either, is he" His foreskin was almost fully retracted now with hi cock fully distended, the fleshy edge of it barely over the rim of his crown, but she'd noticed it.
"Nope, he's not."
Harry cut in. "Gosh, this is nice, the two of you discussing me like I'm not even here. We should have done this a long time ago."
They both laughed, and he went on, trying to attack Daphne. "What happened to you being so upset about Blaise dumping you he thought that was why you busted in here, bawling like a baby."
She shrugged. "Meh... he was kind of a jerk anyway, and he has a tiny dick."
That made Tracey and him laugh, but he continued. "But you said you thought he loved you."
"Well, yeah, but I didn't love him. I was planning to dump him, but he beat me to it. That's so unfair"
"Yeah, life's a bitch and so are you. So you're not actually heartbroken, then, just humiliated; that brings us back to get the hell out!"
She ignored him, turning around and sitting cross-legged on the bed, what they used to call Indian-style before that became non-PC, and leaning forward to look at his junk more closely. Tracey did the same on his opposite side, giving him a pretty good sense of what an insect pinned to a specimen mount must feel like.
Daphne turned her head to different angles, studying him, before saying, "I've seen them in videos and stuff, but I've never seen a real unclipped one live and in person before." She started to reach out to touch his cock, and then paused, her hand inches away. "May I"
Before he could say 'Hell no' Tracey said, "Sure, why not"
"Wait a second What are you asking her for It's my cock, and I get to say who touches it."
Daphne laughed. "That's ridiculous Have you ever in your life told a woman she couldn't touch your cock"
I tried to remember such an unlikely scenario, but with no success; astonishingly, she had a point. "Well, no. But this is different."
Tracey just laughed, but Daphne said, "No it's not, and anyhow, you're tied up, so..."
She touched him, her thumb and fingers on the upper part of his erection, her touch soft and tentative as she gently slid his foreskin back and forth. As his cock responded, twitching and straining against her fingers, she became bolder, wrapping her fist around him and pulling the supple skin up over the swollen, purple head of his dick and then back down, exposing his engorged helmet. It felt too good and he was leaking copiously, the head of his cock and his foreskin glistening with slippery, viscous dew.
Daphne sounded a little breathless as she said, "Wow that does feel nice; the skin is so soft and the rest is so hard... and so big. I've never held one that my fingers wouldn't reach around before. Damn, Harry"
Harry had his eyes closed, enjoying the delicate touch of her small hands. Tracey had begun to fondle his balls as Daphne explored his cock, so he was in heaven, the threat of a wolverine like Daphne so close to his tender bits not seeming to matter so much at the moment. Incredible, what you'll accept to have your cock fondled
She had settled into a soft, slow stroking motion, doing what came naturally, he suppose, and with Tracey playing with his balls and occasionally toying with the sensitive area just behind them, they had the pot boiling in a matter of minutes.
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