I am sure I came about 4 times that night under his fingers, and a fifth time when he pushed me back and kissed my wet sticky pussy lips, before licki...g away at my clitoris. I felt exhausted but knew I had to return the favour so slowly started to run my hands up and down his erect dick. He pulled my hand away, and asked me to suck his cock, I felt a bit worried about it as I had heard a couple of girls talking about sucking their boyfriends cocks and it all sounded a bit gross, but as I looked. I felt something building inside me, something I’d never felt before, something brand new. ‘What was it? Should I stop? NO!’ The washing machine slowed down. I was so disappointed. I wanted to feel it. Feel what had been denied to me my whole teenage life. I loosened my legs slightly allowing the chilly basement air into my crotch, the sodden panties making it feel even colder. It sent a shiver up my spine. I let out a sigh of failure and hung my head listening to the dying hum of the washing. She cried out louder, slim legs now shifting to one side, then the other in a futile attempt at relief or freedom. The cord around her wrists tightened and held. Helpless and alone under the intense light, she felt as though she might suffocate in its heat, a heat that suddenly seemed to melt her womb, sending it flowing between her legs like a river of molten lead.Suddenly, he was there, kneeling on the bed, naked, between her restless thighs. He watched her with piercing eyes, his golden. ”“Well I know how to take care of that.” I said. “You go upstairs and put on your swimsuit and I will uncover my Jacuzzi and in 20 minutes, I may have to carry you back in to sleep!” She smiled and took off up the stairs, and my eyes followed her every move with lust that was flamed by the realization that she was forbidden fruit.I ducked into the laundry and grabbed my swimsuit, and hurried out uncover the Jacuzzi. I had just fired it up and turned to go back in and get some drinks, when.