The Perils of Nadine Part 1: Rogering Nadine

By Richard Bacula

Nadine was wearing a pair of thin purple panties, a sheer black shirt, and sturdy rope. Kerry, her boyfriend for almost a month, had convinced her to do a bit of kinky bondage play. He’d tied her spread-eagle on the bed, each of her four limbs stretched out, tied by the rope to each of the four bedposts. They’d already been making out for quite a while before he brought up the idea, and Nadine was pretty turned on to begin with. Once she was tied up, Kerry tortured her with soft caresses, whispered dirty promises, and gentle kisses on her exposed flesh. His mouth sought out those special places on her neck, the ones that made her go wild. His hands stroked and squeezed her breasts, pinching her nipples through the almost diaphanous cloth. His thigh rested between her legs, a solid pillar of muscle pressed against her groin. She writhed, moaned, and rubbed her hungry, swollen pussy shamelessly against his leg.

Kerry’s hands slipped under her shirt, stroking her bare flesh. He teased one nipple to alert hardness, then he moved to the other, treating it to soft strokes of his fingertips until it too was fully erect and ready for more.

Kerry wasn’t a perfect boyfriend, but he was so good with his hands that Nadine forgave him a lot. Not to mention the things that he could do with his lips, his tongue, and his cock. He even had a trick or two with his feet, although Nadine wasn’t entirely certain how she felt about that.

Nadine was so glad that she’d gone to college after graduation. High school boys had never done much for her, so she’d never done much for them in return. But college men? They were a different story--so mature, so experienced. Nadine had never exactly been a wallflower in the past, but something about the freedom of living on campus had loosened her up, had even made her run a bit wild for a while. Then she met Kerry, and the two of them fell in love.

Kerry’s thigh had left Nadine’s pussy, but he replaced it with his hand before her body could feel too lonely. His palm pressed and rubbed against her pubic mound, pushing all her most pleasant places through the cloth. She could feel herself getting wet, that sweet liquid pleasure building up inside her loins.

He slipped a finger underneath the purple gusset, then another. His touch gave her goosebumps, as he tantalized her intimate flesh with featherlight brushes of his fingertips. Kerry was kissing her on the mouth, their tongues dancing across each other. He was filling her senses, making her desperate with need. Finally, when her body was aching so much for him that she simply couldn’t stand it any more, Kerry knelt between her outstretched legs. He reached up, grabbed the waistband of her panties, and started to pull them down. Then...

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