Forced To Watch

You find me sitting in her bedroom loosely tied to the chair with dressing gown cords. I could easily escape, but that would be to break the moment. I’m sitting upright with my knees clamped together and my feet slightly splayed. I am fully dressed. 

Well, almost fully dressed. Heather is lying on her bed, naked. Every fibre of me aches to be with her, and although she hasn’t done anything sexual yet, my clit is throbbing and I know I’m staining my skirt. 

Heather is idly toying with an item of clothing. In her left hand, she has my panties. At the moment, she is fingering them, turning them around and around looking intently at them, especially into the crotch where, I know, she can see how wet I’ve been all day. 

Her free right hand has been caressing her body, her boobs, down over her tummy and, tantalisingly fleetingly, between her legs. 

She’s not silent though. Oh dear me, no. There are little sighs, little moans, little half uttered words. Her eyes close as a finger sinks deep inside her and re-emerges wet and glistening. She turns her attention back to my panties. 

“I can see how wet you are. Look. You’ve been creaming in  these all day haven’t you?” I can’t reply. The tape over my mouth prevents it. 

She brings the panties to her face and inhales deeply while two fingers enter her vagina right up to the knuckles. 

“Mmmmm……ohhhh fuck!  I can smell your cunt…..your wet, creamy cunt.” Her long tongue snakes outwards from her mouth and licks the full length of the crotch of my panties. I swear I can almost feel it between my legs. I try to squeeze my thighs together….anything to get some pressure onto my clit. “Do I have to come over there and tie your knees apart as well?” I shake my head. That would involve her stopping doing what she’s doing and I would pay any price as long as she continues. 

“Mmmm……your cunt is so light, fragrant. And I can see why your sister likes licking you.” I only told her about me and Alison recently. She listened carefully to what I told her and then, wordlessly, guided my hand between her legs. 

She places the entire crotch of my panties sideways across her mouth and sucks in air rapidly and deeply. “Oh fuck…..I can taste you….your cunt…..even…..even your piss.” 

She is masturbating freely now, and I am beside myself with desire. Heather wanted to do this. She wanted me to be tied up and forced to watch her masturbate. I thought I’d enjoy it, but every fibre of me aches to be on that bed with her…to have my face buried between her legs, and to feel that tongue worming it’s way inside me….and I don’t even care which hole! Instead, I am sitting in a puddle of my own making, and feeling like the slightest touch would make me cum. She gets up, walks towards me and with a cruel smile, removes the tape from my mouth.

“I know you want me.” She says the words, confident of their accuracy. “Tell me what you’d do to me while I rub myself and smell you.” She flops back on the bed and resumes pleasuring herself.

There aren’t words enough to describe what I want to do to her right now. I would lick her to orgasm, or suck her bum hole…I’d let her pee in my mouth….anything she desired of me.

I see her writhe as I talk and she takes more licks at the crotch of my panties. They’re going to be wet when I put them back on. Heather changes tack. 

“Tell me about Alison….tell me everything about her.” And so I tell her how it all began, with us both masturbating ourselves watching TV, almost, but not quite ignoring one another, to the first time we went to bed together. I try to describe, well, not so much how Alison tasted, but how she responded to my tongue between her legs. I tell Heather of the times we fuck, raw, desperate, animalistically, but then I contrast it with the times we made love….slowly….tenderly….passionately, caring only about her other’s fulfilment. 

Heather’s bum rises off the bed and she spreads her legs wide, pushing the crotch of my panties between her swollen lips and inside herself. She grunts as the orgasm overwhelms her….once….twice….how many waves in total? I don’t know. She utters coarse words as she cums. “Fuck……bitch……..cunt.” 

When it subsides, she looks at me. “I do this every night when you’re not here. I imagine being with you, holding you, having you. I fantasise about you and Alison a lot. Not just you with another girl, but you with your sister.” She gets up and walks towards me and kneels at my feet. I open my knees in anticipation, but instead of her fingers or her tongue, I feel her slip my panties back on. Her wetness mingles with my own, but surely, she wouldn’t be so cruel as to leave me like this?

She unties me and takes my hand. She leads me into the garden and I know what’s coming. The sun seems to reflect off the countours of her nakedness….a nakedness that she is no longer ashamed of outdoors or indoors. She lies down, and bids me kneel over her hips.

Heather is quite broad hipped and if makes me stretch my thighs wide which, in turn, pulls the wetness of my panties up hard against my aching cunt. She flicks my skirt up and out of the way, before rubbing my clit through my panties. The sensation after so much deprivation is electric. 

I know what she wants. This was what happened the first time we experimented with peeing. I feel my orgasm not so much build as rush to completion between my legs and as the first convulsion hits, I let myself pee. It runs out of me, through my panties and directly onto Heather’s cunt. She squirms with pleasure and I feel her whole body shudder as another orgasm ripples through her. 

Somehow, we end up back in her bedroom with my dirty panties soaking in her sink. 

We’re both naked now, and our tongues have been everywhere two girls tongues can go. I can smell and taste her all over me. We lie in each other’s arms, sated after our lovemaking. 

Heather and I have played this tying up game before with both of us taking the subservient role. She flicks a strand of hair out of my face. “Could you…..maybe….could you bring a pair of Alison’s panties one day? Any day. Just surprise me.”

There’s a silence. A long, heavy silence that I sense conceals something as yet unspoken. 

“Maybe, one day….bring Alison?” 

I pull her close to me and kiss her cheek. I work my way slowly to her ear and whisper “Oh Alison. I know we’re sisters, but this feels so right.” Heather responds with a sigh and “Well…ok….as long as mum and dad don’t hear…..”