101 EROTICA STORIES (92 page)

The universe seemed to align its forces in Gary’s favor, because it was Olga of all people who picked up the phone. “Hello?” she said breathlessly.

“Hey, Olga,” Gary said casually. “It’s Gary.”

“What do you want?” Olga barked. “I’m busy, I can’t—”

“I have a massage chair at home,” Gary cut in. “My mom bought it a week ago. I’ve been meaning to show it to you, but you seem very busy.”

“I am.” Olga’s voice was still curt, but it now had a faint trace of curiosity in it. Gary shut his eyes, leaned back on his chair, and pumped his fist in the air. He knew in his heart his plan would work. Olga was the world’s biggest sucker for anything and everything related to massages. Massage equipment happened to be one of her biggest weaknesses, something Gary remembered during their babysitting days.

“If that’s the case, then I’ll—”

It was Olga who cut in this time. “No, I’ll be there. Just make sure it won’t take long, squirt. I have some event to go to.”

“No, it won’t take long at all,” Gary assured her. “I’ll be expecting you.”

He put the phone down and pumped his fist in the air again. Success! He opened his bedroom door and sped down the basement. There was no time to waste. Olga was going to be there soon. He got his arms around the contraption he built and brought it up the stairs and into the living room, where he set it down gently beside his mother’s favorite chair. He dusted his hands and waited for Olga to arrive.

He didn’t have to wait long. The bell rang three minutes later. When Gary opened it, he came upon a flushed, slightly panting Olga. She was wearing a loose orange sweatshirt over dark cotton shorts and thong sandals on her feet. It didn’t take much for Gary to notice she wasn’t wearing anything underneath her sweatshirt. If he squinted just right, he could make out a hint of nipple on Olga’s left breast.

But why squint when he could see the entire tit clearly in a few minutes?

“I’m here,” Olga announced. “Where’s your massage chair?” She stepped inside, and Gary shut the door behind her.

“Over there,” Gary answered, and pointed to his specially built contraption.

Olga took a few steps closer to the machine and frowned. It was nothing like the usual massage chairs she saw and liked. Sure, the thing looked like a chair—like a La-Z Boy, in fact—but there were rods and wires and some things that suspiciously looked like handcuffs and ankle cuffs on it. Her frown deepened, and she turned to face Gary. “Hey, squirt. Is this supposed to be some kind of—”

Olga didn’t get to finish what she meant to say. The second she turned around, Gary sprang to action and pushed her into the chair. Olga gasped and toppled right into the chair, to Gary’s delight. Because her back was to the chair, Olga toppled right on the chair in a perfect sitting position. Gary crowed. He couldn’t help it. Things were finally turning right for him.

The moment Olga sat on the machine, the handcuffs and ankle cuffs did their thing: they slid around Olga’s wrists and ankles and locked into place. Olga yelped. She turned to Gary with pure fury. “Get these off me right now, or you’ll pay for it, you dumb piece of shit!” She jerked on the cuffs, but they were strong and stayed in place.

Gary laughed. “A fat lot of help your words will do you now, Olga.” He reached out and caressed Olga’s face. “There’s nothing you can do about it. You might as well sit back and enjoy the whole thing.”

He reached behind Olga and pressed a button. When he did, something slid out from the chair and kept Olga’s neck in place. Her beautiful dark eyes flew open. The cuff around her neck wasn’t tight or painful enough to choke her, but the cuff’s position made screaming painful. She opened her mouth and made to shriek again, but there was no fooling herself this time. The pain wasn’t enough to drive her into unconsciousness, but it was painful. Olga hated pain.

Gary looked at his prisoner with wry amusement and growing excitement. After seven years of lusting over this girl and fantasizing about her, he finally had her in his grip. He grew excited, and so did the rod between his legs. He reached down, and the solid bulge beneath his jeans proved to him that his excitement was very much real.

“Sick bastard,” Olga whispered harshly.

Gary laughed. Olga can curse him all she wanted, but he didn’t give a fuck. He would be fucking her very soon, though, and that was what he gave a fuck about. He set to work right away.

Gary did the very first thing he had dreamed of doing to Olga: he placed his hands on her breasts and gave them a hard squeeze. He had always wanted to know whether Olga’s tits were the real thing or not. Apparently, they were the real deal. This aroused her again, and he squeezed harder this time. He felt Olga’s nipples grow hard beneath her sweatshirt. He was right. Olga wasn’t wearing any bra.

Olga opened her mouth and made as if to talk, but the cuff around her neck seemed to do its thing very well, and she shut her mouth again. Helpless, she was unable to do anything but watch as Gary ripped her sweatshirt into shreds, revealing her breasts for all the world to see. Her nipples had come alive, and there they stood, pink and proud. Gary wasted no time and put one into his mouth. The other he rubbed with his flat palm. Olga felt a shiver of delight course through her, and against her will, she gave off a little moan.

Gary heard the moan, and he looked up. With Olga’s nipple still in his mouth, he laughed and continued to suck, bite, and nibble. Then he removed his mouth from Olga’s tit. “Looks like my little Olga got excited, eh? Let’s see about that.” He lowered his head and feasted on Olga’s other breast this time, sucking and chewing as much breast meat as his mouth would allow.

While Gary’s mouth was busy with Olga’s chest, his hands were doing another thing. They went to the waistband of Olga’s cotton shorts, where they tugged and pulled the piece of clothing down Olga’s hips. As it turned out, Olga had decided to go commando over at Gary’s. Gary couldn’t help it. He burst into laughter again. If he was as stupid as his pal Mack, he would have thought Olga had the hots for him. No girl in her right mind would dare go over to any boy’s house without some underwear on, right?

But then again, Olga Smithson was no other girl, although she was very much in her right mind.

Gary broke her lips free from Olga’s breast to stare down at her moist pink folds. Against her better judgment, it seemed like Olga had been very much aroused by Gary’s actions. Gary sprang right into action himself. He knew he didn’t have much time (Olga’s family would be wondering what’s been taking her so long). He went to his knees, lowered his face to Olga’s pussy, and spread the moist lips open.

Olga shivered and writhed in the chair. With her neck, wrists, and ankles bound, she could only move about so much. Gary ignored her, his attention focused wholly on the pink shell right before his very eyes. He grazed his fingers hesitantly over the pink folds, which were engorged with blood. The chick was very turned on, indeed. Gary leaned closer and saw Olga’s cunt was covered with some white substance that glistened when the afternoon sun landed on it. He reached out, wiped some off with his finger, and licked the said finger thoroughly.

“You taste as sweet as you look, Olga,” Gary told his previous babysitter. Golly, he never expected her to taste this delicious! He was about to wipe off some of her juice again when a thought struck him: Why waste time wiping off Olga’s come when I can lick it off right away with my tongue?

So lick it off he did. Gary buried his face into the welcome space between Olga’s legs and lapped her up hungrily. He ate like he had never eaten before: lustily, greedily, and hungrily. He nibbled, sucked, and bit gently at the delicate flesh that was suddenly invading his mouth. He opened his mouth even wider, wanting to take in as much of Olga as his mouth would allow. He had never given a girl oral before, and the experience was exhilarating. It pleased Gary to no end that the first girl he had ever given oral to was Olga Smithson. That was one for the books, and Gary felt mighty proud that no other kid his own age would get to have the same feat.

He reached up and buried his fingers into the fleshy dough that was Olga’s breasts. Olga arched her back, pressing her tits even deeper into Gary’s waiting, eager hands. Gary responded by grabbing more of Olga’s breasts, squeezing even more firmly. While this was going on, his mouth, lips, and tongue were still locked into Olga’s most private crack. Gary never wanted to get up and see the light of day again. He wanted to bury his face in Olga’s wet, sweet-smelling pussy forever. Olga’s juice started to dribble down his chin, but he didn’t give a shit. He could eat and drink the stuff forever. He could live on Olga’s flesh and juice.

Another bright idea struck him. He extricated his face from Olga’s crack and stood up. Gary knew she looked funny with clear white fluid smeared all over her face, but he didn’t care. With Olga sitting trapped and naked in his living room, how could he care about anything else?

Gary was a tall kid for nineteen. He was as tall as Olga. In his full height, he found his penis was about the same level as Olga’s head. He unzipped his pants right away and rolled his jeans and boxer shorts down to his ankles, revealing a medium-sized penis that looked like it could do great things when stimulated the right way.

Olga saw this too. She couldn’t believe how someone as plain and ordinary as Gary Williams could sport such a considerably sized tool. She looked up at him and saw what he wanted her to do in his eyes.

“I want you to suck my dick,” Gary ordered. “I want you to suck it the best way you can.” He pushed his rod inside Olga’s mouth.

Olga did what was told of her. Truth to be told, she didn’t mind, because she liked the size of Gary’s dick. She also enjoyed giving head, period. So she sucked on Gary’s member with all the eagerness and intensity she could muster in her cuffed-up state. She ran her tongue up, down, and all over Gary’s shaft. She would’ve wanted to play with Gary’s testicles, but since that was not possible, she decided to devote her full attention and growing lust into Gary’s penis instead.

She gently swirled her tongue all over the tip of Gary’s penis. Gary, on the other hand, moaned. His soapy fist was nothing, nothing at all compared to the warm, moist cave that was Olga’s mouth. He ran his hands through Olga’s dark hair and pulled it by the roots. She cried out a little at that but did not remove her mouth from Gary’s dick.

Olga’s tongue flicked in and out of her mouth and into every nook and crook—or so it seemed— of Gary’s member. She varied her techniques for this incredibly inexperienced boy. Olga sucked on his cock softly on second and hard the next. She used the tiniest bit of teeth to give Gary a different kind of sensation. She used her lips as well. She clamped them halfway into Gary’s cock and started to hum. Even with her eyes closed, she knew Gary liked what she did because he kept pulling and tugging at her hair. Olga varied her humming as well. She hummed softly one minute and hummed faster the next then resumed playing with Gary’s dick using her tongue.