Bondage/bet4
                                    John Carter
                                  Bet, The - Part 4
                         He knelt between her legs.  His hands ran back and forth 
                  in ever shrinking circles between the top of her pubic hair and 
                    the bottom of her slit.  A circle with his hands and he was 
                    travelling within her pubic hair all the time, only pausing 
                   briefly at the bottom of her slit to tantalize and tease her 
                                         before moving on.
                           Each hand mirrored the movements of the other.  They 
                  travelled up the sides of her sex, diverted into the forest of 
                  her hair and then back down until they met at the bottom of her 
                   slit.  Three, four, five more times he repeated the maneuver, 
                       each time the distance between his hands shortened.  
                          On the next pass his fingers did not stray out into her 
                 hair.  Instead, they travelled up the inside of her slit, running 
                 along in her wetness, pausing at the top of her sex just over the 
                  clitoris, brushing it oh so briefly, and then decended back to 
                            the bottom of her slit only to begin again.
                         She found herself moaning.  She wasn't sure how long she 
                 could stand this.  The sensation wasn't yet all that intense, but 
                  her state of arousal was.  Without any thought on her part, she 
                   found her hips moving, trying to increase the contact on her 
                            clitoris as his forefingers passed over it.
                          She was wondering how long she could stand this when he 
                  broke off the pattern, one long finger sliding into her hole.  
                  The feeling of contact was so intense from this, as intense as 
                 she could ever remember it being, that she felt her orgasm begin 
                                         almost at once.  
                          Her fear was that he would remove his finger, stopping 
                 her orgasm.  She tried to thrust her hips at him, making a sound 
                 that was beyond a moan, nearly a snarl.   His finger was replaced 
                    with two, both not only meeting her thrusts, but rubbing her
                                      g-spot at the same time.
                          She felt that the whole center of her being was turning 
                 to water.  The orgasm began in her loins and radiated.  Each time 
                  she felt her orgasm begin to subside he increased the force of 
                  his thrusts.  It seemed to just go on and on.  She was running 
                  out of breath.  She felt the room swim around her.  Had she not 
                      been blindfolded, her eyes would have refused to focus.
                             "And what's the first number?" she heard him say.
                                    She was only able to moan in reply.
                          "I wonder how long you can keep coming?"  she heard him 
                   say.  "How much do you want to keep the first number secret?"
                         His fingers concentrated even more on her clit.  She had 
                    begun to enter a transition phase where she wasn't so much 
                  coming as she was going into sensation overload.  When he would 
                  speak, she didn't always focus on the first few words.  As she 
                 tried to catch her breath, which was becoming more difficult, she 
                         found herself struggling against all of her bonds.
                         It was nearly 9 minutes later when she told him the first 
                                           number was 5.
                                               Part 4
                          He allowed her to catch her breath for an interval.  He 
                 massaged her feet, relaxing her.  He moved up to her calves.  His 
                   strong fingers slowly forced her tense muscles to relax.  His 
                    hands went to just above her knees and repeated the process.
                          Instead of continuing the process on the inside of her 
                 thighs, as she expected, he maneuvered his hands to the outsides 
                 of her thighs.  As he moved up her body, his hands slid under her 
                            thighs, finding tight muscles there as well.
                           His hands were having the effect of compelling her to 
                    relax.  She was surprised at how tight her leg muscles had 
                  become.  After an interval of relaxing her, his movements began 
                 to have a second effect.  They began to stimulate her.  She still 
                    felt the relaxation creep over her, but the nearness of his 
                 hands, the off hand way he stroked whatever he wished, was having 
                                       it's effect on her.  
                          The way she was tied caused her knees to be constantly 
                 apart.

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  Her inability to remain still for any length of time was 
                  having another effect;  unless she was very careful, she could 
                                      feel her sex opening.  
                          From time to time she would lose contact with him.  The 
                    idea that he might be looking at her from any angle at all, 
                   possibly looking directly into her sex (and without her being 
                      able to know or do anything about it) was all at once, 
                  disconcerting, arousing, Kinky, and shameful.  When he resumed 
                 touching her, she always wondered what he had been up to, and he 
                          did this often enough to confuse her thoroughly.
                         His hands continued their movement up the outside of her 
                   thighs, under her thighs, never touching her sex, but always 
                  being near to it.  When he moved up her body to rub the tension 
                 out of her bottom, he actually lifted her body off of the bed an 
                  inch or two.  Again she was surprised at how tight her muscles 
                                              were.  
                          His hands were most thorough.  He rubbed every inch of 
                   her bottom.  When her muscles began to relax, he expanded the 
                 area his hands worked on.  As her muscles became nearly limp, he 
                  continued his calmly possessive massage to her nether opening.  
                           She was expecting him to penetrate her immediately.  
                 Instead he began to slowly massage that as well.  His hands made 
                  a new movement and for the first time in several minutes ("How 
                         Many?" she wondered to herself) touched her sex.  
                           Freshly lubricated, his fingers began to massage that 
                  tightest of all muscles, returning for lubrication as often as 
                 necessary.  This odd caress effected her in an equally odd way.  
                   She, at first, felt invaded by his attention, even though he 
                  continued to stop short of penetration.  Then it began to relax 
                   her.  This might have continued longer had he not continually 
                     rubbed her sex ever so lightly.  That gesture changed the 
                   chemistry of what was happening.  His attention to that most 
                  secret part of her caused her to focus on it almost exclusively.
                          Being on her back, and tied that way, made the feelings 
                 coming over her seem safer.  It would take substantial changes in 
                    her situation to position her for him to enter her with his 
                 member.  She was at an angle where, from that at least, she felt 
                                              safe.  
                         When she had begun to relax and enjoy his caress he added 
                 an extra movement.  His fingers began to lightly probe the sides 
                 of her opening.  At first this was only an extra stimulation, but 
                 it became more and more noticible, more and more important as the 
                  minutes passed.  She found herself thrusting her bottom back at 
                      him, begging with her body for the penetration that had 
                            frightened her so much sparse minutes ago.  
                           Realizing what was happening to her, she felt a flush 
                      that was part curiosity at what she would do next, part 
                   confusion at what had already happened, part shame, and part 
                                  active interest in the process.
                         Then she felt the stimulated feeling change to something 
                 else.  His fingers had still not penetrated her, but deep in her 
                 loins she felt the approach of another orgasm.  Before she could 
                           think to hide it, another moan escaped her.  
                         "I don't suppose that you want this enough to tell me the 
                  second number in exchange for my entering you?"  He asked in a 
                                            husky voice.
                         She was glad to know that this was effecting him as well.
                     She grinned at him (she hoped he was looking at her face 
                  [considering her state of dress, a major assumption]) and said, 
                     "Enter me?"  She said, trying with all her might to feign 
                 indifference, "Were you thinking of that?"  She almost carried it 
                              off.  Her voice broke on the last word.
                             The orgasm had continued to grow.  He slid a well 
                     moistened finger slowly into her dark passage just as the 
                 explosion hit.  Without touching her front he kept her coming for 
                                       nearly three minutes. 
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