Confusion descended on me again. Where did the Viagra come from, I asked.
She began to ride me a little more quickly. "Pete, I'm sorry, but this feels so fucking good, having your stiff cock inside me, with the steel rings rubbing my pussy in and out. I'm going to ride you while I talk, OK?"
"OK, OK, but just tell me where the Viagra came from – are you sure it was Viagra?"
She began to really ride me hard, and I felt her juices running down my shaft into my pubic hairs. She rode, and bucked, and sort of threw her head back. She was having another orgasm. She shrieked, then moaned several times and shimmied her hips and ass, her ass cheeks bouncing up and down on my balls. Then she stopped, exhausted, and fell forward, her tits pressed on my chest. My rod, tightly encased in the steel rings which prevented orgasm, rested within her moist cunt.
She put her head on my shoulder. "I'm so sorry Pete. My uncle was here for a week last month - he hasn't been single for a while and he wanted to be sure he'd be ready if called on, as he put it. You're going to be hard for approximately the next four hours. Unless . . . I have an idea Pete. I'll be right back!" She threw on her shorts and T-shirt and flounced out.
As I lay waiting, restrained tightly to the bed in spreadeagle bondage, totally naked except for the seven tight steel Gates of Hell which imprisoned my now perpetual hardon, I tried to take my mind off the painful steel rings.
I found it was easier than you might think. You see, I began to be distracted by a dull aching sensation in another area of my body in very close proximity to my cock. To be more precise, two areas. My balls.
During the evening and night I'd just shared with Nicole, I'd been so excited for so long with no real relief that my balls were aching. Maybe they'd been aching for a while and I simply hadn't noticed. I lifted my head a little to look down at them – nope. They didn't appear to be blue. I sort of chuckled ruefully to myself – I guess that settles the age-old question of whether blue balls are a myth, I mused.
After several minutes, Nicole came back into the bedroom. While my mind had wandered, I'd heard her leave the condo for about five minutes, then heard her rummaging around in the room where she'd applied these devilish Gates of Hell.
She was completely fucking naked again, and my stiff cock, now Viagra-powered, couldn't help but react. I felt my pole trying to flex, involuntarily, twitching as she stood there.
"Pete, I was hoping we could spend the day together by the pool, but I'm sure you don't want to go out there with that cock still hard and the rings on it, do you? I mean, there'd be no way to hide it under your swimsuit," she said, tentatively. She asked the question sort of sweetly, caringly.
I clumsily cleared my throat, and said "It would be nice to get these rings off, that's for sure, and I don't want to try to move them as long as my pole is this stiff."
She came over to the bed. "I found the key to these cuffs. Let's get you loose – I'm pretty sure we can do this if we use the other room." She undid the cuffs, and gave me another big kiss, even lying down on me again. It felt wonderful to be able to put my arms around her. As if on cue, she jumped on my cock again, and leaned forward to kiss me. "Do you mind, Pete – could I just have one more ride before we take off the rings?" I was beginning to realize that I seemed utterly unable to make my mouth form the word "no" when Nicole asked for something involving my manhood and her use thereof.
She began to ride, up and down, shimmying her hips and ass – I moved my hands down to the small of her back and then grabbed her ass cheeks. She gasped as I squeezed her ass cheeks tightly; I let out a grunt and a low moan myself, as the pain in my cock and balls mixed with the ecstasy I was experiencing.
She came again, another almost violent orgasm, her body shuddering as she gasped, screaming my name, "Oh, Pete, Pete, ooohh, ooohhh, Peeeeetey, Pete, ooohhhhh. My God, Pete!!!"
As we lay there quietly, and our bodies calmed, she looked me right in the eye and said "Those rings feel wonderful inside me – your cock is great, I mean really great, I could tell that the first time I touched it" (I felt myself blush a bit at her reference to the theatre incident) "but those rings feel sort of like a ribbed condom, but SOOOOOOO much better!! Can we put them back on later, maybe?"
I almost swallowed my tongue. Staring into her eyes, I just nodded my head, put my arms around her waist again, kissed her and said, "Sure sweetheart." There was something about being with her that made me want to make her happy.
She said, "Come on, let's try my idea on that hardon, maybe we can calm it down and get out to the pool this morning before the afternoon heat. I mean, can we spend the day together?"
She began to ride me a little more quickly. "Pete, I'm sorry, but this feels so fucking good, having your stiff cock inside me, with the steel rings rubbing my pussy in and out. I'm going to ride you while I talk, OK?"
"OK, OK, but just tell me where the Viagra came from – are you sure it was Viagra?"
She began to really ride me hard, and I felt her juices running down my shaft into my pubic hairs. She rode, and bucked, and sort of threw her head back. She was having another orgasm. She shrieked, then moaned several times and shimmied her hips and ass, her ass cheeks bouncing up and down on my balls. Then she stopped, exhausted, and fell forward, her tits pressed on my chest. My rod, tightly encased in the steel rings which prevented orgasm, rested within her moist cunt.
She put her head on my shoulder. "I'm so sorry Pete. My uncle was here for a week last month - he hasn't been single for a while and he wanted to be sure he'd be ready if called on, as he put it. You're going to be hard for approximately the next four hours. Unless . . . I have an idea Pete. I'll be right back!" She threw on her shorts and T-shirt and flounced out.
As I lay waiting, restrained tightly to the bed in spreadeagle bondage, totally naked except for the seven tight steel Gates of Hell which imprisoned my now perpetual hardon, I tried to take my mind off the painful steel rings.
I found it was easier than you might think. You see, I began to be distracted by a dull aching sensation in another area of my body in very close proximity to my cock. To be more precise, two areas. My balls.
During the evening and night I'd just shared with Nicole, I'd been so excited for so long with no real relief that my balls were aching. Maybe they'd been aching for a while and I simply hadn't noticed. I lifted my head a little to look down at them – nope. They didn't appear to be blue. I sort of chuckled ruefully to myself – I guess that settles the age-old question of whether blue balls are a myth, I mused.
After several minutes, Nicole came back into the bedroom. While my mind had wandered, I'd heard her leave the condo for about five minutes, then heard her rummaging around in the room where she'd applied these devilish Gates of Hell.
She was completely fucking naked again, and my stiff cock, now Viagra-powered, couldn't help but react. I felt my pole trying to flex, involuntarily, twitching as she stood there.
"Pete, I was hoping we could spend the day together by the pool, but I'm sure you don't want to go out there with that cock still hard and the rings on it, do you? I mean, there'd be no way to hide it under your swimsuit," she said, tentatively. She asked the question sort of sweetly, caringly.
I clumsily cleared my throat, and said "It would be nice to get these rings off, that's for sure, and I don't want to try to move them as long as my pole is this stiff."
She came over to the bed. "I found the key to these cuffs. Let's get you loose – I'm pretty sure we can do this if we use the other room." She undid the cuffs, and gave me another big kiss, even lying down on me again. It felt wonderful to be able to put my arms around her. As if on cue, she jumped on my cock again, and leaned forward to kiss me. "Do you mind, Pete – could I just have one more ride before we take off the rings?" I was beginning to realize that I seemed utterly unable to make my mouth form the word "no" when Nicole asked for something involving my manhood and her use thereof.
She began to ride, up and down, shimmying her hips and ass – I moved my hands down to the small of her back and then grabbed her ass cheeks. She gasped as I squeezed her ass cheeks tightly; I let out a grunt and a low moan myself, as the pain in my cock and balls mixed with the ecstasy I was experiencing.
She came again, another almost violent orgasm, her body shuddering as she gasped, screaming my name, "Oh, Pete, Pete, ooohh, ooohhh, Peeeeetey, Pete, ooohhhhh. My God, Pete!!!"
As we lay there quietly, and our bodies calmed, she looked me right in the eye and said "Those rings feel wonderful inside me – your cock is great, I mean really great, I could tell that the first time I touched it" (I felt myself blush a bit at her reference to the theatre incident) "but those rings feel sort of like a ribbed condom, but SOOOOOOO much better!! Can we put them back on later, maybe?"
I almost swallowed my tongue. Staring into her eyes, I just nodded my head, put my arms around her waist again, kissed her and said, "Sure sweetheart." There was something about being with her that made me want to make her happy.
She said, "Come on, let's try my idea on that hardon, maybe we can calm it down and get out to the pool this morning before the afternoon heat. I mean, can we spend the day together?"