Highschool Sweathearts

    Patricia and I had dated for three years in high school.  She was a pretty blond, with blue eyes, and pale skin.  Her body was average, but more than attractive for me.  Trisha, as everyone called her, came from a religious family.  As such she was always conservative about sex and we never did much physically during high school.  There were make out session during movies, and parking in the car on the way home, but never anything more than kissing and feeling.

    I thought that things would be different once we were in college, once she was away from her parents, but things weren’t.  We went to two different colleges, a few hours apart, and that made things more difficult.  There were a couple of times in the first few months that we were able to spend time together, but for the most part we never saw each other.  For Trisha’s birthday I was planning on heading down to her school and surprising her, then spending the weekend with her.

    Her roommate was in on it, and had agreed to leave for the weekend to give us time alone.  I arrived at her room just before noon on Saturday, and only her roommate was there.  Though she didn’t say anything, I got the feeling from her that something was wrong.  I sat and waited on the bed, realizing that I didn’t know when Trisha would be back.  Having gotten up early to make the drive, I ended up falling asleep.

    Normally I was a heavy sleeper, but waking up early had made me even more tired.  I must have slept remarkably heavy, because when I woke up I was sitting in the chair at her desk.  Something wasn’t right though, and it took me a second to figure out what.  All of my clothes were missing, my ankles and wrists were tired to the chair with strips of cloth, and I had a ball of cloth tied in my mouth to gag me.

    My first thought was that Trisha had come home, found me there, and had decided to play around with me.  It was actually kind of arousing, but what I saw before me told me that something else was going on.  Trisha was sitting on her bed, my chair positioned to face it directly, and sitting next to her on the bed was a guy I didn’t know.  He had dark hair, tanned skin, a muscular build, and both of them were smiling at me.

    “Oh good, you’re awake”, Trisha said.  I felt ashamed to be naked in front of both of them, even she hadn’t seen me completely naked in the light.  “This is CJ”, I thought you two should meet.  It’s fortunate that you’re here this weekend, for my birthday and all".

    I tried to ask her what was going on, but the gag turned it all into muffled noise.  “You see”, she continued, “We’ve been dating for a long time, and in that time we’ve fooled around a lot.  Well it always gets me turned on, really worked up, but you’ve never made me orgasm once so I’ve never had any relief.  And I know that I’ve made you cum a couple times”.

    It was true, she had.  There were times when we’d been fooling around that she’d rubbed me just right and I’d cum in my jeans, but I didn’t know that I’d never made her cum.  Once she even pulled my dick out of my pants and jerked me off, right there in the back of my car, but she’d never let me take her pants down.

    “Well three years of that is a lot for a girl to take.  It’s only fair that I get to orgasm too.  That’s what CJ is here for.  He and I have been talking quite a bit, and he is going to give me my first orgasm ever as a birthday present.  So glad that you’re here to watch”.  I tried yelling through the gag, jerking back and forth in my seat, trying to get loose, but it was all futile.

    “And once she’s cum”, CJ said, “I’ll guarantee that she’ll want more”.

    “That’s what I hear”, Trisha said, “but of course I don’t know”.

    “We’ll fix that”, he replied.

    “What do you want to see us do first?”, Trisha taunted me.  I was breaking apart, it felt like my insides were on fire with pain and rage, and I screamed against the gag.  Any certainty I had that they were joking around evaporated with what happened next.  “Oh?”, she taunted me some more, “It doesn’t feel nice to be teased does it?”

    She turned toward CJ and asked, “What do you think?”

    “I think he wants us to make out”, he replied.  Violently I shook my head no.

    “I think he wants us to do more than that”, she said.  Continuing to shake my head only seemed to encourage them.  They started kissing, I could see their tongues wrestling with each other, and when he put a hand on her breast she moaned softly.  For a minute they continued to kiss while he continued to rub her tits through her shirt.  Then she broke the kiss, looked at me and said, “We do this don’t we?  It’s nice”, she looked at CJ who was still massaging her chest.  “How about something else that we do?”

    She untucked her white tee-shirt, lifted it over her head, and dropped it on the floor.  There had only been a couple of times when she’d taken her shirt off for me, and never with the lights on.  Underneath she was wearing a typical bra, light pink, which shaped her B-cup breasts nicely.  His hands immediately went back to them and keep rubbing and massaging.

    They started kissing again after she said, “That feels nice”.  Again I watched angrily as their tongues danced and he rubbed her breasts.  Soon he slipped a hand inside her bra, something she’d only let me do twice, and I could see his fingers pinching her nipple.  Her moans were getting a little louder.

    “You keep moaning like that”, CJ said breaking their kiss, “And your neighbors might hear”.

    “That’s okay”, she motioned at me, “They think I’m spending the weekend with him.  We should do something else, you promised me an orgasm for my birthday”.  He reached behind her, unhooked her bra, and then pulled it off.  Dropping it on the floor to join her shirt.  I raged again, yelling into the gag.  That was something she’d never done with me, we’d never gone that far, she’d never let me at her bare breasts.

    His hands went back to her now exposed tits, followed by his mouth.  Sucking on her nipples and rubbing her breasts made her moan louder.  Almost louder than my muffled yells.  She looked at me over his head, eyes half closed, and said, “This is really nice.  This is something you never did for me”.

    Despite myself I started getting hard, any thought of sex at that age was enough to turn me on, much less a show.  “Oh look, he’s getting hard”, Trisha said.  CJ pulled his head back from her breasts and looked at me.

    “He’s not the only one”, CJ said taking one of her hands and putting it to his groin.  Immediately she started rubbing the lump there, up and down.  His attention went back to her breasts, but a minute later she wanted more.  It only took her a second to unbutton and unzip his shorts.  He pulled his shirt off at the same time, both then joining the pile of clothes on the floor.

    Wearing only his underwear I could clearly see the outline of his hard dick, held tight by the white fabric, and even from where I was sitting I could tell it was large.  His hands went back to her breasts, her hands went to his dick.  ‘She’s never taken my pants off’, I realized.

    “Wow, CJ”, she said with both hands gently rubbing his shaft through the fabric of his underwear, “You didn’t tell me your dick was so big”.  And now she was talking dirty, something else she’d never done for me.

    “That’s not a problem is it?”, he asked.

    “Oh no”, she grinned, “It’s a birthday surprise”.  There was a wet spot on the front of his underwear, right where the head of his dick was, and when Trisha noticed she asked, “CJ, am I turning you on?”

    “Yes you are”, he replied.

    Looking back over at me and my now rock hard dick she said, “Apparently you’re not the only one”.  They both looked at me, tied up and naked, and chuckled at my helpless state.  “Not nice being teased is it?”, she asked me again.  “Well you’re going to find out just how awful it is”.

    CJ was licking her nipples again when she said to him, “Alright, I want my birthday orgasm now.  Come on, no more messing about”.  He got up from the bed and knelt down in front of her.  Trisha leaned back on the bed and watched as he unbuttoned and unzipped her jeans, then slowly pulled them down her legs, over her feet, and left them on the floor.

    Now she was only wearing her small, white socks and a simple pair of cotton panties.  There was a wet spot on the front of them, she was dripping wet.  Again I raged, screaming for them to stop and let me go, this was far more than she’d ever done with me.  She was practically naked in a well lit room, with a strange guy kneeling between her legs.

    They weren’t anywhere near done tormenting me though.  “The easiest way to make you orgasm will be to go down on you”, he said.

    I screamed as loud as I could and thrashed against my restraints.  Surely my girlfriend, who was so reluctant about sex, would never go for that.  She looked at me, then at my rock hard dick, and said, “I think that’s what he wants to see”.

    So CJ reached up, hooked the sides of her panties, and slowly pulled them down and off.  Her blond bush was neatly trimmed, she had been planning this, and I could see her pussy lips all puffed and pink.  They glistened in the light, she was dripping wet  Roughly he pushed her legs apart, leaned forward, and buried his face in her snatch.  I continued to rage against my gag and the cloth that held me in the chair.

    Despite the noise that I was making I could hear Trisha moaning, her head was back and her eyes were closed.  CJ moved his head up and down, both of his hands were on her groin, but my view of exactly what he was doing was blocked.  I could see one of his arms moving in and out, as if he were pumping fingers in and out of her, but all the while his head stayed glued to her cunt.

    It only took a minute before she orgasmed.  I could tell because she moaned louder, her entire body shook, and she practically yelled, “I’m cumming!  I’m cumming!"  Her hands were already on CJ’s head, she grabbed two handfuls of his hair, and pulled his head in tight.  Gasping for air, her chest heaved and her legs squeezed around his head.  For nearly a minute she came so hard that she shook the entire bed, and as the last of her convulsions subsided she collapsed onto the bed.

    She was out of breath, completely spent, and yet looked relaxed.  My dick was sticking up rock hard, but try as I might I wasn’t able to move in any position to hide myself.  When she opened her eyes she looked at me and said, "Now that’s something you’ve never done for me”.

    “Did you like that?”, CJ asked her.

    “Hell yes”, she replied.  “He did to”, she motioned at me.

    They both looked at me for a second before he said, “Let’s show him something else then”.

    “Sounds good”.  She grabbed him by the waist of his underwear and pulled him to the edge of the bed.  To me she said, “Now watch what I do for someone that makes me cum”.  Yanking both of her hands down caused his underwear to drop to the floor instantly and his hard dick to bounce free in front of him.  It was bigger than mine, clearly, and when she wrapped her hand around his shaft it looked huge.

    Again I raged and shook, trying to free myself from this nightmare.  It didn’t seem to deter her though, she cupped his balls with one hand and used her other to slowly jerk his cock.  His tanned skin made her pale flesh look even lighter.  Trisha was clearly enjoying herself, cooing slightly as her hand moved faster and faster.

    After less than a minute he put his hand on hers, stopping her jerking motion, and CJ said, “If you keep doing that I’m going to cum”.

    “I know”, she said, “That’s what I was going for.  We should make sure you don’t make a mess though”.  She leaned forward and put the head of his dick in her mouth, licking it gingerly before sucking it all the way in.  Slowly her mouth slid all the way down his shaft until her nose was buried in his pubic hair.  Then she pulled back up until just the head was in her mouth.

    He put one hand on her head and pulled her hair up out of the way, “So you can see better”, he said looking over at me and smiling.  “Wow her mouth feels amazing.  Oh wow.  You like that?”, he asked her.

    She managed a muffled, “Uh huh”, never taking her mouth off his shaft.

    “Does that taste good?"  In response she gave a loud moan.  CJ looked back at me, "Bet you wish this was you, getting ready to blow your load in your girlfriend’s mouth.  Damn Trish”, he looked back down at her head bobbing on his dick, “You’re so hot.  You’re so good at that”.

    Both of them started moaning louder.  She had one hand rubbing his balls while her other was busy fingering her pussy.  He grabbed the sides of her head, tensed up, and started cumming.  Her eyes snapped open, I could see the surprise in her face, and I could see her mouth working to swallow as fast as she could.

    When he was done she hadn’t gagged at all, hadn’t even spilled a drop, and when she came up for air she was smiling and licking her lips.  “Mmmm, you taste good”, she said.  “See what I do for a guy that makes me cum?  Want me to suck your cock?"  She was clearly teasing me, but I was painfully hard despite all my hurt and rage.

    Trisha got up from the bed, wearing only her white, cotton socks and came over to me.  I couldn’t take my eyes off her body, her pale tits and trimmed bush.  She dropped to her knees in front of me, put her hands on my knees, and looked directly at my hard dick.  "Wow, you’re really hard”, she said.  “I wonder what you taste like”.  As she leaned forward I could feel myself getting closer and closer to bursting as her mouth inched toward me.

    Then, when she was a mere inch away, she stopped and said, “Oh wait, I can’t give you a blowjob, you haven’t ever made me cum”.  My balls tensed up in frustration painfully as she sat back away from me.  “How about you then CJ, want me to suck your dick again?”, she asked him.

    “Yes please”, he said now laying on his back on the bed.  Trisha climbed onto the bed, positioned herself so she was kneeling over his face, and bent down to put his limp cock in her mouth.  He didn’t need to be told what to do, he just stuck his tongue into her pussy and started licking away at her, causing her to start moaning.  One of her hands was rubbing his balls while the other was holding his dick up so that she could run her tongue around the head.

    “Ohhh… yes”, she moaned as he shoved a finger inside her.  “Mmm…”, she sucked his dick back into her mouth, their bodies firmly pressed together.  His dick started to get hard from her mouth and tongue, but it was obvious that she was getting a little distracted.  Two of his fingers were pushed into her pussy from behind, his lips were sucking on her clit furiously, and I could even see his thumb rubbing lightly against her asshole.

    A minute later and she started cumming again.  Trisha sat up slightly, dropping his dick from her mouth but firmly holding it with both hands.  Her moans were much louder now and she rocked back and forth on his face chanting, “Oh fuck!  Oh fuck!  Oh fuck!"  He held her clit between his lips and pushed his fingers as deep as he could, her rocking motion did the rest.

    Trisha’s orgasm lasted almost a minute as she rubbed her pussy back and forth on his face before she finally collapsed to the bed, laying beside CJ, looking satisfied.  Her breasts rose and fell as she breathed heavily, and then CJ said, "You’re not done yet are you?”, as he wiggled his dick at her.  She shot him a look of excitement.

    “What did you have in mind?”, she asked.

    “There are other ways to give you orgasms”, with that he got up and rolled over to position himself between her legs.  His hard cock was pointed straight toward her, held out over her stomach.  She gently squeezed her breasts and he leaned forward slightly, causing his dick to lower toward her pussy.  I started screaming again, thrashing against my restraints and gag with all the energy I had left in me.

    CJ reach down with a hand and pressed his dick against her clit, parting her pussy lips slightly.  He rocked back and forth, sliding the length of his shaft between the folds of her pussy teasing her engorged clit.  “Mmm… that feels nice”, she said.  “It’s not going to make me orgasm though”.

    “How about this?”, he asked as he shifted his hips slightly and then thrust forward.  In one fast motion his dick pushed into her pussy, parting her pink lips wide, and forcing her to yelp from the pain.  Just like that her virginity was gone, to this asshole that she barely knew.

    “Oh shit”, she breathed surprised, “Don’t move.  Don’t move”.  He held himself inside her as deep as he could.  Each time he would move, even just a little bit, Trisha would gasp.  Slowly she started moving her hips, side to side, causing his dick to wiggle inside her slightly.  Eventually he started rocking back and forth in time with her.

    When they’d established a rhythm, they slowly picked up speed.  I struggled helplessly as I watched his dick slam in and out of her, their bodies smacking together causing her to moan louder and louder.  He certainly knew what he was doing, holding himself up over here and pumping his hips as fast and hard as he could.

    “Oh fuck!  Oh fuck!  Oh fuck!”, she was yelling in time with his thrusts.  Trisha started coming again, her entire body shaking, and she grabbed CJ’s ass with both hands and pulled him in deeper.  Her legs shot up, she locked her ankles behind him, and using everything she had held him deep.  “Ooohhh fuck!”, she yelled as her orgasm reached it’s peak.

    She pushed up off the bed with her hips, CJ pushed down, their bodies locked together.  Finally she collapsed back down onto the bed, gasping for breath, with her head back and eyes closed.  He didn’t let up though, as soon as his hips were free he resumed his fucking motion.  Obviously Trisha wasn’t expecting it, because on his first stroke her eyes popped open and she gasped, “What…"  It was all she could get out before she started moaning again.

    "I’m not done fucking you”, he said looking down at her.

    “Oh please… oh please…”, she was building to another orgasm, “Please don’t stop.  Don’t stop.  Don’t stop”.

    “Don’t stop what?”, he asked teasingly, even though he wasn’t slowing down at all.

    As Trisha continued to thrust upward to meet his downward strokes she answered, “Don’t stop fucking me.  Keep fucking me! Ohhh Fuuuck!"  She started cumming again, louder and harder than before.

    CJ held himself inside her deep, their hips locked together and their bodies pressed tight.  I could tell that he was cumming, their orgasms overlapping each other, as his body tensed again and again.  Both of them let out long, loud yells of pleasure before collapsing onto the bed together.

    Struggling as much as I could to get free was now pointless, all my energy was spent and I was emotionally drained.  Even though my dick was rock hard still and my balls ached beyond belief.  Trisha looked over at me and said, "See how good that was?  I think I like fucking, I’m going to do that a lot more.”

    He leaned up on the bed beside her, pulling himself out of her, and I could see some of his cum start trickling out of her pussy and onto her thighs.  She got up from the bed, walked right past me like I wasn’t there, and got a towel to clean herself with.  As she walked back by she looked down at my erection and said, “You’re awfully hard, perhaps we should do something about that?"  Looking at CJ she asked, "What do you think?”

    “Alright”, he got up off the bed and both of them dropped to their knees in front of me, looking closely at my naked hard on.  “He’s ready to burst”, CJ said.  I was, but all I could managed to do was whimper around the gag.

    “I’m not going to touch him”, Trisha said dismissively, “I’m not going to touch any man that can’t make me cum."  She was being exceptionally cruel.

    Then something I wasn’t expecting happened.  CJ reached out and grabbed my cock, wrapping his hand around it.  He jerked my shaft about six times before I exploded.  As soon as I started cumming he pulled his hand away.  I shot again and again, my cum landing all over my chest and legs.  It was the best orgasm I’d had in my life.

    "Oops”, Trisha said, “Looks like he’s gay."  I whimpered in response, completely defeated and spent.

    The two of them got dressed.  "We’re going out for a while”, she explained.  “Don’t go anywhere.”, she teased me.

    Trisha was wearing a long skirt and sweater, but CJ stopped her from putting panties on.  “Don’t do that, we can stop by the park on the way back.  It will be dark, we can sit on a bench, and I can finger you to another orgasm or two.  If it’s dark enough and no one can see us, I’ll climb under your skirt and eat your pussy too.”

    As they left the room I heard her coo, “Ooo, that sounds like fun."  They shut the door and left me there, naked and tied up, with my cum starting to dry.  Hours later they returned, disheveled from their adventures in the park.  Immediately they fell into bed, started taking off each others clothes, and then started fucking again.

    The rest of the weekend was spent tied up in the chair, occasionally given water, as I was forced to watch them fuck in every way imaginable.  They would go out for hours at a time, only to come back and fuck more.  When I had to piss, they let me soil myself and the chair.  Watching the sexual fury always made me hard, I was too young to help it, and every time CJ would give me a quick jerk to make me cum.

    Each time they laughed about it and called me gay, leaving me there with cum all over myself.  Once CJ had held onto me as I came, pointing my dick so that I shot my own cum onto my neck and face.  It got to the point where Trisha enjoyed watching him do that and would reward him with a blowjob each time.

    I’d lost track of the time and the count of how many times they’d fucked.  I knew they’d done it outside of the room because they would talk about it; the back of his car, the park, even in the bathroom of a restaurant.  Toward the end of the weekend they were discussing how to make things more exciting and CJ suggested getting one of his friends involved, that way Trisha could experience two men at the same time.  The idea thrilled her, she especially loved how both men would recover fast enough that she’d be able to get fucked continuously for hours.

    "And if the two of you can’t keep me satisfied, we’ll just have to find a third”, she said.

    Hours after I was supposed to leave they finally let me go.  Trisha left without saying where she was going, so it was just CJ.  He untied me enough that I could free myself.  I was so exhausted and dehydrated that I could barely move.  The whole weekend I didn’t get any sleep because they were always fucking and keeping me awake, they never fed me, and I’d cum so much I was ready to pass out.

    He didn’t give me time to clean up though, once I was free he told me to dress and leave.  So I had to make the hours long car ride home covered in my own cum and piss, my clothes getting stained with every mile.  They’d given me just enough time for the trip that I would make it for my first class on Monday, but wouldn’t have an opportunity to go home.  It was obvious she’d planned the whole thing.