Reading Time: 10minutes I glanced up just before turning to follow Sarah's lead; she still had a firm grasp on my penis. April was watching from that kitchen window. Sarah tugged at my penis and led me to the back gate. Then using her other hand she unlocked the deadbolt and started to pull the gate open. Briefly she checked to see if the coast was clear. Then Sarah tugged me out through the gate and quickly locked it from the outside.
I was ready for a quiet evening after last night. Sarah and I decided to go out for dinner and a couple drinks. We had a pleasant meal at a little restaurant on Duval Street, probably not a block from Sloppy Joes. We sat outside, high up on a porch, and watched the people go by. Then, since we had a good parking space we decided to walk up Duval and check out the shops and bars.
It was pretty late by the time we made our way back to the house. We lucked out and got a parking space a little closer. It was at the far corner of the girls’ apartment next door. We were both tired out from our walking tour of Duval, quickly we got out of our clothes and headed to the backyard to relax. I took my usual spot in my now favorite lounger. Sarah pulled another lounger up by mine but facing the opposite direction.
Her breasts looked great in the moonlight, leaving a little shadow underneath making them look a little bigger than they were. The moon was bright enough to bring out the green of her eyes. I enjoy staring at those beautiful eyes and that big silly grin of hers.
“You know I found some more of that laundry line in the kitchen” she said softly.
This immediately got my attention. I thought last nights events in the parking lot and during the drive were her finale. She hadn’t made mention of anything relating to more games since that night. I guessed that since she caught two young women playing with my penis last night, that she would take a more cautious turn. It went beyond the exhibitionist game she meant.
“Wait here a minute,” she continued.
“Yes Sarah,” I replied obediently, though I wasn’t sure she meant for anything to happen tonight.
Sarah got up from her lounger and headed to the bedroom through the sliding glass doors. I could see her grab a couple things, but then she disappeared into the bathroom. My gaze and attention shifted towards that kitchen window where I had seen the four beautiful young women the last couple nights. Anybody up there I thought? I looked back towards our house and Sarah was coming out of the kitchen.
“You ready big boy?” Sarah asked in a gleeful tone.
Sarah had put on clothes, a pair of shorts and a too short t-shirt. It was plainly obvious she hadn’t put on a bra; the air was cool by this time of night. She had her hands behind her back; must be a surprise. I sprang into action, leaping out of my lounger. My penis was starting to take notice as well.
“Oh yeah!” I replied as I was standing up.
“Good,” she replied. She was just a couple steps from the loungers by then. “Hold out your hands, palms up,” she commanded.
I quickly complied. We were face to face now about a foot apart, and I held up my hands with my elbows to my sides. Sarah then placed a big ball of rope in my right hand, which I firmly grasped. Then she placed a large kitchen knife in my left hand, which I grabbed carefully then turned down towards the ground. I must have had a sinister look at that point – standing there naked with an erection building, rope in one hand, and a big knife in the other.
Sarah firmly grabbed my penis with her left hand and swatted my rear a couple times with her right.
“Let’s go!” she exclaimed.
I glanced up just before turning to follow Sarah’s lead; she still had a firm grasp on my penis. April was watching from that kitchen window. Sarah tugged at my penis and led me to the back gate. Then using her other hand she unlocked the deadbolt and started to pull the gate open. Briefly she checked to see if the coast was clear. Then Sarah tugged me out through the gate and quickly locked it from the outside.
We were now approaching that bright streetlight on the corner, and it must have been a sight. With a firm grasp on my penis Sarah was tugging me, stark naked with rope and a knife in my hands, down the middle of the street. If the situation wasn’t exciting enough, the tugging as we walked was – I was rock hard. Slowly we reached the corner, under the streetlight by out front gate.
“Which way to go?” she said in a puzzled tone.
We stood there for a brief moment or two. Then Sarah tugged me out to the center of the intersection and paused again for a bit. Hadn’t she thought about this? Or was this a tease to build the excitement – either way it was working. Sarah looked up and down each street, just as I had the other night. After another minute or so she started to tug me down the center of Olivia Street towards the pickup.
“Climb in,” Sarah ordered as she lowered the tailgate on the pickup.
“And if I’m going to be hauling meat around, I better secure the load,” she said barely able to hold in the giggles.
At that she let go of my penis and patted the tailgate. I hesitated, but when the reflection of headlights appeared in my glasses I climbed in as fast as I could. Sarah quickly shut the tailgate behind me. Then as the car passed by she climbed over the tailgate, using the bumper as a step. I sat down in the middle of the pickup bed.
“That’s right where I want you!” exclaimed Sarah, followed by a series of giggles. “Now lay back!”
I quickly complied. Sarah sat down on one of the wheel well humps and gently grabbed my right hand removing the rope I had been holding. She bent over and reached across me to regain the knife from my left hand as well. Fiddling with the rope she finally managed to cut it into four pieces.
Again grabbing my right hand she began tying one of the ropes around my wrist. Not very good at this Sarah must have had four or five knots tied before she threaded the remaining part of the rope through the front corner tie hook. I wasn’t questioning whether she had thought this through any longer!
Slowly and diligently she tied another rope around my left wrist; then through the tie hook on the opposite front corner of the bed. I don’t remember there being tie hooks at the rear of the bed, but Sarah found them. Three or four cars past by while she was working so hard, but the pickup bed was too high up for them to see anything. It took a few minutes for her to accomplish her goal, but she did a good job.
She had me spread eagle in the bed of the pickup – I couldn’t budge my hands or my feet. Sarah began to gently stroke my penis, but just for a short while, until my penis had just the right amount of erection.
“Someone might walk by,” she said bursting with pride over her accomplishment. “So I brought you some cover.”
Sarah was all giggles by that point. She reached behind and pulled a small dish towel out of her back pocket. Carefully she placed the towel over my penis and adjusted it to cover my scrotum as well. Well it barely covered either, but the weight of the towel across my penis seemed to stimulate it as well – like being spread eagle naked in the back of an open pickup isn’t enough.
“I’ll be back after a while,” she said gleefully.
“Huh?” I responded.
And with that she climbed out the pickup bed and quickly disappeared towards the house. There I was, tied spread eagle in the bed of the pickup with just that dish towel barely covering anything, and unable to move the slightest bit. I closed my eyes and tried to think of other things in hopes my penis would soften and return to normal.
“Sammy, look what I found” I opened my eyes quickly and there stood April at the side of the truck pointing at my penis poking the towel up.
“You didn’t find dick again did you April” yelled out Sammy from nearby. As she moved closer she continued “Crap, you did. You’re always finding hard dick.”
“But we have to remove this cover” said April “to check it out.” With at April removed the dish towel and quickly tossed it in the air. Then she proceeded to slowly rub the shaft of my penis very gently. She was teasing me
“Vicki, Marcy, get off the porch and come see what we found!” exclaimed Sammy.
There I lay tied down with April and Sammy on one side of the pickup, and Vicki and Marcy were on the other side standing out in the street. April would give me a gentle tug on my penis then let go. Then after a few seconds, which seemed an eternity, Marcy would take a turn and give me a long gentle slow stroke.
They took turns back and forth until they knew I was about to explode; then suddenly stopped.
“Why are we playing with him?” asked Vicki
“What do you mean?” asked Marcy in a tone of genuine surprise.
“You’ll see!” exclaimed Vicki. With that Vicki went to the rear of the pickup and lowered the tailgate. I was glad there was a van parked behind us, but from a small angle my situation was now exposed to anyone driving down the street. Vicki climbed into the bed of the pickup and removed her bikini bottoms. Quickly she got on her knees facing the rear window and planted her beautiful shaven pussy on my face.
I knew what to do; I put my tongue to work. I was busy with my tongue playing with Vicki’s clit and darting in and out of her pussy. All the while the other three were still playing their teasing game taking turns slowly stroking my penis to keep it rock hard.
As I brought Vicki to climax she buried her pussy onto my face nearly smothering me, drowning me in her juices. When she was done she quickly she rolled off to one side to put on her bikini bottoms.
As she rolled to one side April, who had taken off her shorts, rolled on from the other side. Tall, slim and athletic, not to mention blonde I relished the few seconds I got to see her shaven pussy as she lowered it onto my face.
Barely having caught my breath I was now again darting my tongue in and out of pussy and playing with clit. Marcy and Sammy were not giving up on me either. They kept stroking me as slow and gentle as possible to keep me on the edge, but not letting me cum.
I couldn’t see headlights or cars, but I could hear when one drove by. I wondered how much someone could see as they drove by. And, while all this was going on I kept thinking that Sarah could show up any moment now.
April was seriously fucking my face as she was nearing climax. I’d be licking her clit as she was grinding my chin back and forth against her pussy. I couldn’t breathe for a moment but didn’t care. Then I was totally drenched in her juices.
As she rolled of to one side I gasped for air and breathed deep. I got in two quick deep breaths before Sammy planted her pussy on my face. Sammy didn’t shave so I admired her beautifully trimmed red bush as she lowered herself.
I started to lick and suck her clit and darted my tongue in and out of her pussy. I was really enjoying doing Sammy with her petite frame and thin legs, she reminded me a lot of my Sarah. I didn’t have the problems breathing while pinned against the bed of the truck like with Vicki and April.
As Sammy was getting close to climax I felt something different on my penis. It was warm and wet. One of them was slowly licking and sucking my penis, and it felt so good. Then it stopped for a bit as another of the girls took over and started to lick and suck. I was starting to forget what I was doing, getting close to climax. Sammy reminded me by leaning forward and burying my nose in her bush. I licked and sucked her clit and sent her over the edge, getting drenched again.
Sammy rested for a minute, keeping my face covered and my nose buried in her bush. Then she rolled off to one side and Marcy, who had removed her shorts, dropped her pussy on my face. The others continued taking turns licking and sucking my penis just enough to keep me on the edge.
I was licking and sucking Marcy’s clit as best I could. All the while she was fucking my face as hard as she could. Now and then I would get a chance to dart my tongue into her pussy, or grab a breath, but she demanded my constant attention.
When Marcy finally got off, she drowned me in her juices. My face, my hair, my neck were all drenched. She quickly sprang up and pulled her shorts back on. I could see again; all four girls were sitting in the bed of the pickup like a small circle around my penis.
Where was Sarah while all this was going on?
“Cover his face and let’s have some real fun with him!” exclaimed Sammy
April sprang out the back of the pickup “I’ll get that dish rag he was wearing,” April yelled. “We can use that”
A moment later April climbed back into the pickup and tossed the dish towel to Sammy. She quickly covered my face with the towel so I couldn’t see anything.
“Now we can have some real fun!” said Sammy with a laugh in her voice.
Slowly and with a few seconds between each stroke the girls seemed to be taking turns teasing my penis until it was about ready to explode.
“Let’s see if he can tell which of us is fucking him!” exclaimed April with an excited tone.
A moment later my penis was being guided into someone’s pussy. Slowly she rocked herself on my hard penis and worked it deeper into her pussy. Slowly, very slowly, she began to fuck me. And I needed the relief that was about to come! It wasn’t a minute and I was emptying myself into her; huge violent spurts were filling her with hot cum. I had never had such an orgasm in my life.
“Guess!” it sounded like Marcy.
“Yeah, who was it?” I recognized that as Sammy.
I heard some rustling about, but who ever received my load was still firmly straddled across me and breathing heavy. We were soaking in the wet and warm mess that was holding us together.
“You can’t guess can you? I recognized that as April’s very soft voice. “Close you eyes!
A moment later the dish towel was removed from my face and I could see who had just given me a fuck like no other I had ever had in my life. It was Sarah. The girls were gone and Sarah remained straddled across me wearing that goofy too short t-shirt I had gotten her the day before. That and she wore a huge grin across her face.
Neither of us spoke. Sarah pulled some shorts on quickly and proceeded to untie the ropes to my feet and hands. Slowly I sat up in the bed of the pickup and we gave each other a huge hug.
“I think you’ve had enough fun,” Sarah paused for effect “for tonight, anyway”
With that Sarah slid out of the pickup bed. She never mentioned the girls? I followed her and closed the tailgate. Not even paying attention if anyone was watching, I followed Sarah to the gate and into the house.
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