Teasing Bobby
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By Dirk Baker
Published on February 13, 2009
Bobby considered himself the luckiest guy in the world. He had just graduated High School and was all set to start college in the fall. His father’s influence and wealth had guaranteed him placement at a top Ivy League school out East, and he had an entire summer to just lounge about and explore every inch of his girlfriend Sarah’s sexy body.
This was the best time of year for Sarah. A natural born cock tease, with a figure that could stop traffic, and a wardrobe that did little to contain or conceal it, she loved to torment any hapless male that crossed her path. She loved being with Bobby in his large, expensive house with a pool out back, and the kind of furniture you were supposed to look at but not actually use. Coming from a blue collar background, Bobby was quite the catch for her, but then again, he never really had a chance, did he? He was in her History class and she had been clever enough to be sure she was sitting right next to him. He couldn’t miss her deep, well tanned cleavage, or skirts to short, her legs (sometimes sheathed in nylon thigh highs) had to be kept tightly crossed. Heels of at least four inches typically completed the outfit.
Teasing Bobby
IR Erotica Scoville Scale: Shameless Indulgence
Bobby considered himself the luckiest guy in the world. He had just graduated High School and was all set to start college in the fall. His father’s influence and wealth had guaranteed him placement at a top Ivy League school out East, and he an entire summer to just lounge about and explore every inch of his girlfriend Sarah’s sexy body.
This was the best time of year for Sarah. A natural born cock tease, with a figure that could stop traffic, and a wardrobe that did little to contain or conceal it, she loved to torment any hapless male that crossed her path. She loved being with Bobby in his large, expensive house with a pool out back, and the kind of furniture you were supposed to look at but not actually use. Coming from a blue collar background, Bobby was quite the catch for her, but then again, he never really had a chance, did he?
He was in her History class and she had been clever enough to be sure she was sitting right next to him. He couldn’t miss her deep, well tanned cleavage, or skirts to short, her legs (sometimes sheathed in nylon thigh highs) had to be kept tightly crossed. Heels of at least four inches typically completed the outfit. Most of her male teachers taught the classes she attended sitting behind their desk to hide the obvious bulge in their trousers. She made a point to dangle a heel, and flash her panties to them, and her grades were high as a result. Homework, somehow never got assigned to her, and if it did, well, a little dangle, or some cleavage fixed it. She went so far as to not even fill in a test in her math class, but rather handed the test in, while sticking her still warm panties into the professors jacket pocket. She aced that test.
Bobby was easy prey after she had been sharpening her claws on her poor teachers for 3 years. Extra low cut blouses, asking him for help, and even the occasional panty flash guaranteed his interest. The bulge in his pants indicating his needy state to her. Being too shy and flustered around her, she knew he would never ask her out. She needed a plan, and fate provided one. The town pool was shut down that week, and in mid June, it was already a sweltering 90 degrees out. She told him all about the new bikini she had bought, and how disappointed she was that she wouldn’t be able to cool off in it.
That gave the nervous boy an in. He immediately offered her the use of his private pool, and she set the hook. Thanking him gratefully, nails travelling along his inner thigh as she gave him a wet kiss on the cheek, blowing softly in his ear as she got up, promising to be over that weekend. Bobby stayed in his seat for about 20 minutes before he could get up without an obscene bulge in his shorts then went to the Men’s room and masturbated three times before he could calm down enough to go home.
Saturday morning had Bobby up early and cleaning the pool for his guest. He considered turning the water heater on, but changed his mind when the thought of her barely concealed nipples hitting the cool water occurred to him. His parents were up and about as well, his Mom happy for him to have a new girlfriend, and dad secretly wanting to see her in a bathing suit. By noon, everything was in place. Bobby was smart enough to wear baggy, loose swim trunks. Even cool pool water wasn’t going to keep his erection down if she was half as hot as he thought she would be in a bikini.
Sarah arrived around 1PM, her beat up Volkswagon not quite fitting in next to the two Mercedes in the driveway. She made up for that with her chosen outfit. Calculated quite cruelly to inflict maximum tease, while exuding an aura of innocence. Short, plaid, pleated skirt, ending well above the knees. A top barely containing her youthful D cup breasts, knee highs and mary janes completed the “Schoolgirl Cocktease” outfit.
Ringing the doorbell, Bobby’s dad answered, opening the door wide, stammering for her to come in. He had hoped for a somewhat above normal chick in a modest bikini. What he had gotten was a supermodel dressed like the slutty schoolgirl of his dreams. He stammered what pleasantries he could while carefully adjusting his now bulging cock when he thought she wasn’t looking. Hearing the conversation, his wife came into the room to welcome their guest. What she saw was a half dressed harlot coming on to her husband. Her cold eyes fixed on the young “lady” and she cooly welcomed her to their house. Pointing her to the back door, she sent Sarah, out to see Bobby by the pool. As she walked out the French doors, she heard harsh whispers directed at the poor husband, who no doubt would be reliving every inch of Sarah tonight in the shower.
“Hey there Stud!” she yelled, and Bobby turned around, almost dropping his Ipod from now nerveless fingers. She was a goddess… and a barely dressed one at that! She was all curves, and legs, and cleavage. He didn’t know where to look first. When he finally did reach her eyes, they had an all knowing glint in them. She was the wolf, he a mere rabbit. “Where’s your bikini” he managed to stammer out, she replied by unbuttoning two buttons on her skirt and stepping out of it. Her, quickly untied and dropped on the ground, knee socks and shoes quickly shed. Bobby watched the scene (as did his father from a bedroom window) without moving a muscle (well, one moved…). Before him stood an Angel in a thong bikini. Large, firm breasts barely contained in the tiny triangles of hot pink cloth, dental floss thin straps defying physics keeping the top together and in place. He needn’t have worried about the water temperature. Her pencil eraser nipples stuck out prominently, high and upward pointed, through the thin top. Eyes travelling south, down a well defined, and flat tummy, two similarly thin straps traversed her hips to meet a miniscule triangle of cloth at her pubis. Regular waxing kept her baby smooth. Bobby was in pure “Lizard Brain” mode, fight or flee… none of his higher brain functions were online. The best he could manage was to stammer something about trees and jump in the pool.
The water did little to reduce his inflamed organ, but it did, at least, conceal it. Sarah smiled and sat down in front of him, feet in the pool. Ten perfectly lacquered, fire engine red toenails stirring the water. From this angle, Bobby’s face was practically in her crotch. A thin strip of nylon was all that stood between him and Heaven. Catching his stare, Sarah utterly destroyed poor Bobby’s last shred of sanity by deftly lifting one knee up to her chin, her 18 year old pussy barely concealed by a thin, unlined (she had removed the lining from her suit last night) hot pink, thong bottom. A few golden hairs peeking around the edged proved she wasn’t completely shaved. The thought that her juicy, 18 year old blonde pussy was so close was more than Bobby could stand. The cool water was all that saved him from emptying his swollen balls in his trunks. The look in Sarah’s eyes told him she knew all about his condition, and wasn’t feeling particularly merciful. Instead, she hopped up, and stretched, arms high over mountains of beautiful, teenage breast spilling out, all around the tiny top, only her nipples remained covered. This was too much for dad, jerking off in his son’s window. He erupted all over the window, thick ropes of pent up cum, cleaned up as best he could, and tried not to think about the goddess in his pool for the rest of the afternoon.
The pair splashed around the pool playfully, well playfully on Sarah’s part, Bobby was having a very tough time relaxing while her body was trying every possible maneuver to escape her skimpy suit. She took every opportunity to tease him mercilessly, getting him to the state of utter desperation she wanted him in. She wanted him nice and malleable for what she had in store for later. Her jump on the diving board, breasts within a hairs breadth of flying out of her top was her cruel grand finale to the show.
“What are you doing tonight, Bobby?” she asked as she swam up to him. He was, as usual facing the edge, trying to hide his throbbing member.
“Nothing” he replied, “My parents are going to a show in the city, so I will be here alone” something Sarah knew all along. Being the gossip queen of the school gave her access to all sorts of information.
“Want some company?” she purred in his ear, hand reaching around to lightly stroke his hard cock.
Bobby jumped back and sprang away, his mind paralyzed “I can’t have guests over when my folks are out” he stammered, still backing up.
“Are you sure?” she asked, walking towards him, hand up, behind her head, fixing an imaginary knot in her bikini top. Her breasts uplifted, almost offered to him, nipples visible as shadows in the translucent, wet material.
“I uh… I just can’t. My Dad will kill me” he apologized, back up against the wall now. He had nowhere to run.
“Oh, I think I can keep your daddy under control” the thought, remembering all the ways she kept her own stepfather wrapped around her little finger.
Bobby’s reluctance was getting frustrating, and Sarah was getting tired of the game. It was time for her pinch hitter she decided.
“Bobby…. Why don’t we have a slumber party? My friend Tina can come over and join us. You’ll like her, she has the nicest, long, auburn hair.” She baited him, knowing no mortal man could resist the sacred ménage.
“Umm… Are you sure my parents won’t find out” he asked, all determination leaking out of him.
“Of course not, sweety. All we’ll do is hang out, watch some movies. Maybe we’ll let you paint our toenails” she added with a grin.
Resistance was futile, of course, and poor Bobby’s parents were gone less than 30 minutes when a shiny red sports car appeared in the driveway. Sarah had been sure to stay near Bobby all day to make sure he didn’t masturbate. She wanted those plums nice and full. She was starting to get nervous he would just rip his shorts down and jerk off before Tina showed up. The sound of the powerful engine in the driveway was music to her ears.
Sarah opened the door, and Bobby just stared in amazement at the beauty before him. Here was an auburn haired version of Sarah standing before him. Where Sarah was back in her schoolgirl garb (sans bikini this time), Tina was dressed for clubbing. 5 inch fuck me pumps, deep red. Long, tanned legs without stockings, and a skirt that ended just below her ass, a top made of leather, practically a bikini top, completed the outfit.
“Well hello there Bobby!” she squealed reaching over to kiss Sarah, full on the lips. Bobby watched mesmerized as the kiss lasted a good long minute. Tongues exploring each other’s mouths, hand subtly caressing one another.
Breaking up the act, both girl grinned knowingly at the bag Tina carried. Tools of the trade. Some Rope, a ballgag, and a few pills that would help Bobby sleep for an hour or so while they stripped and restrained him. The trap was set, baited, ready to spring.
“Bobby, do your parents have any wine around? I’m terribly thirsty” Sarah asked, sending Bobby off to the basement while the girls crept up to his room, taking the pills from the bag, and stashing it out of site.
“Up here, Silly!” Tina replied to his yelling for their whereabouts.
Bobby walked into his room, and almost messed his pants for the 99th time today. Both girls were on the bed, kissing, touching, playing. Tina was on top, and her black thong was clearly visible under the short skirt. Sarah, who he knew to be pantiless was on the bottom, her legs closed, unfortunately.
Clearing his throat, he got the girls attention to the bottle of white wine, and 3 glasses he was carrying. Tina took the bottle and poured some wine while Sarah kept him nicely distracted with his face in her generous cleavage. A nod from Tina had her push him gently away so they could have their drinks…
…..
Bobby woke up, gagged, naked, and bound to the chair in his room. The girls, noticing his consciousness, got up from their lovemaking on the bed, and began circling their prey.
“I hope you didn’t plan on getting any sleep, Bobby” Sarah teased…
Bobby considered himself the luckiest guy in the world. He had just graduated High School and was all set to start college in the fall. His father’s influence and wealth had guaranteed him placement at a top Ivy League school out East, and he an entire summer to just lounge about and explore every inch of his girlfriend Sarah’s sexy body.
This was the best time of year for Sarah. A natural born cock tease, with a figure that could stop traffic, and a wardrobe that did little to contain or conceal it, she loved to torment any hapless male that crossed her path. She loved being with Bobby in his large, expensive house with a pool out back, and the kind of furniture you were supposed to look at but not actually use. Coming from a blue collar background, Bobby was quite the catch for her, but then again, he never really had a chance, did he?
He was in her History class and she had been clever enough to be sure she was sitting right next to him. He couldn’t miss her deep, well tanned cleavage, or skirts to short, her legs (sometimes sheathed in nylon thigh highs) had to be kept tightly crossed. Heels of at least four inches typically completed the outfit. Most of her male teachers taught the classes she attended sitting behind their desk to hide the obvious bulge in their trousers. She made a point to dangle a heel, and flash her panties to them, and her grades were high as a result. Homework, somehow never got assigned to her, and if it did, well, a little dangle, or some cleavage fixed it. She went so far as to not even fill in a test in her math class, but rather handed the test in, while sticking her still warm panties into the professors jacket pocket. She aced that test.
Bobby was easy prey after she had been sharpening her claws on her poor teachers for 3 years. Extra low cut blouses, asking him for help, and even the occasional panty flash guaranteed his interest. The bulge in his pants indicating his needy state to her. Being too shy and flustered around her, she knew he would never ask her out. She needed a plan, and fate provided one. The town pool was shut down that week, and in mid June, it was already a sweltering 90 degrees out. She told him all about the new bikini she had bought, and how disappointed she was that she wouldn’t be able to cool off in it.
That gave the nervous boy an in. He immediately offered her the use of his private pool, and she set the hook. Thanking him gratefully, nails travelling along his inner thigh as she gave him a wet kiss on the cheek, blowing softly in his ear as she got up, promising to be over that weekend. Bobby stayed in his seat for about 20 minutes before he could get up without an obscene bulge in his shorts then went to the Men’s room and masturbated three times before he could calm down enough to go home.
Saturday morning had Bobby up early and cleaning the pool for his guest. He considered turning the water heater on, but changed his mind when the thought of her barely concealed nipples hitting the cool water occurred to him. His parents were up and about as well, his Mom happy for him to have a new girlfriend, and dad secretly wanting to see her in a bathing suit. By noon, everything was in place. Bobby was smart enough to wear baggy, loose swim trunks. Even cool pool water wasn’t going to keep his erection down if she was half as hot as he thought she would be in a bikini.
Sarah arrived around 1PM, her beat up Volkswagon not quite fitting in next to the two Mercedes in the driveway. She made up for that with her chosen outfit. Calculated quite cruelly to inflict maximum tease, while exuding an aura of innocence. Short, plaid, pleated skirt, ending well above the knees. A top barely containing her youthful D cup breasts, knee highs and mary janes completed the “Schoolgirl Cocktease” outfit.
Ringing the doorbell, Bobby’s dad answered, opening the door wide, stammering for her to come in. He had hoped for a somewhat above normal chick in a modest bikini. What he had gotten was a supermodel dressed like the slutty schoolgirl of his dreams. He stammered what pleasantries he could while carefully adjusting his now bulging cock when he thought she wasn’t looking. Hearing the conversation, his wife came into the room to welcome their guest. What she saw was a half dressed harlot coming on to her husband. Her cold eyes fixed on the young “lady” and she cooly welcomed her to their house. Pointing her to the back door, she sent Sarah, out to see Bobby by the pool. As she walked out the French doors, she heard harsh whispers directed at the poor husband, who no doubt would be reliving every inch of Sarah tonight in the shower.
“Hey there Stud!” she yelled, and Bobby turned around, almost dropping his Ipod from now nerveless fingers. She was a goddess… and a barely dressed one at that! She was all curves, and legs, and cleavage. He didn’t know where to look first. When he finally did reach her eyes, they had an all knowing glint in them. She was the wolf, he a mere rabbit. “Where’s your bikini” he managed to stammer out, she replied by unbuttoning two buttons on her skirt and stepping out of it. Her, quickly untied and dropped on the ground, knee socks and shoes quickly shed. Bobby watched the scene (as did his father from a bedroom window) without moving a muscle (well, one moved…). Before him stood an Angel in a thong bikini. Large, firm breasts barely contained in the tiny triangles of hot pink cloth, dental floss thin straps defying physics keeping the top together and in place. He needn’t have worried about the water temperature. Her pencil eraser nipples stuck out prominently, high and upward pointed, through the thin top. Eyes travelling south, down a well defined, and flat tummy, two similarly thin straps traversed her hips to meet a miniscule triangle of cloth at her pubis. Regular waxing kept her baby smooth. Bobby was in pure “Lizard Brain” mode, fight or flee… none of his higher brain functions were online. The best he could manage was to stammer something about trees and jump in the pool.
The water did little to reduce his inflamed organ, but it did, at least, conceal it. Sarah smiled and sat down in front of him, feet in the pool. Ten perfectly lacquered, fire engine red toenails stirring the water. From this angle, Bobby’s face was practically in her crotch. A thin strip of nylon was all that stood between him and Heaven. Catching his stare, Sarah utterly destroyed poor Bobby’s last shred of sanity by deftly lifting one knee up to her chin, her 18 year old pussy barely concealed by a thin, unlined (she had removed the lining from her suit last night) hot pink, thong bottom. A few golden hairs peeking around the edged proved she wasn’t completely shaved. The thought that her juicy, 18 year old blonde pussy was so close was more than Bobby could stand. The cool water was all that saved him from emptying his swollen balls in his trunks. The look in Sarah’s eyes told him she knew all about his condition, and wasn’t feeling particularly merciful. Instead, she hopped up, and stretched, arms high over mountains of beautiful, teenage breast spilling out, all around the tiny top, only her nipples remained covered. This was too much for dad, jerking off in his son’s window. He erupted all over the window, thick ropes of pent up cum, cleaned up as best he could, and tried not to think about the goddess in his pool for the rest of the afternoon.
The pair splashed around the pool playfully, well playfully on Sarah’s part, Bobby was having a very tough time relaxing while her body was trying every possible maneuver to escape her skimpy suit. She took every opportunity to tease him mercilessly, getting him to the state of utter desperation she wanted him in. She wanted him nice and malleable for what she had in store for later. Her jump on the diving board, breasts within a hairs breadth of flying out of her top was her cruel grand finale to the show.
“What are you doing tonight, Bobby?” she asked as she swam up to him. He was, as usual facing the edge, trying to hide his throbbing member.
“Nothing” he replied, “My parents are going to a show in the city, so I will be here alone” something Sarah knew all along. Being the gossip queen of the school gave her access to all sorts of information.
“Want some company?” she purred in his ear, hand reaching around to lightly stroke his hard cock.
Bobby jumped back and sprang away, his mind paralyzed “I can’t have guests over when my folks are out” he stammered, still backing up.
“Are you sure?” she asked, walking towards him, hand up, behind her head, fixing an imaginary knot in her bikini top. Her breasts uplifted, almost offered to him, nipples visible as shadows in the translucent, wet material.
“I uh… I just can’t. My Dad will kill me” he apologized, back up against the wall now. He had nowhere to run.
“Oh, I think I can keep your daddy under control” the thought, remembering all the ways she kept her own stepfather wrapped around her little finger.
Bobby’s reluctance was getting frustrating, and Sarah was getting tired of the game. It was time for her pinch hitter she decided.
“Bobby…. Why don’t we have a slumber party? My friend Tina can come over and join us. You’ll like her, she has the nicest, long, auburn hair.” She baited him, knowing no mortal man could resist the sacred ménage.
“Umm… Are you sure my parents won’t find out” he asked, all determination leaking out of him.
“Of course not, sweety. All we’ll do is hang out, watch some movies. Maybe we’ll let you paint our toenails” she added with a grin.
Resistance was futile, of course, and poor Bobby’s parents were gone less than 30 minutes when a shiny red sports car appeared in the driveway. Sarah had been sure to stay near Bobby all day to make sure he didn’t masturbate. She wanted those plums nice and full. She was starting to get nervous he would just rip his shorts down and jerk off before Tina showed up. The sound of the powerful engine in the driveway was music to her ears.
Sarah opened the door, and Bobby just stared in amazement at the beauty before him. Here was an auburn haired version of Sarah standing before him. Where Sarah was back in her schoolgirl garb (sans bikini this time), Tina was dressed for clubbing. 5 inch fuck me pumps, deep red. Long, tanned legs without stockings, and a skirt that ended just below her ass, a top made of leather, practically a bikini top, completed the outfit.
“Well hello there Bobby!” she squealed reaching over to kiss Sarah, full on the lips. Bobby watched mesmerized as the kiss lasted a good long minute. Tongues exploring each other’s mouths, hand subtly caressing one another.
Breaking up the act, both girl grinned knowingly at the bag Tina carried. Tools of the trade. Some Rope, a ballgag, and a few pills that would help Bobby sleep for an hour or so while they stripped and restrained him. The trap was set, baited, ready to spring.
“Bobby, do your parents have any wine around? I’m terribly thirsty” Sarah asked, sending Bobby off to the basement while the girls crept up to his room, taking the pills from the bag, and stashing it out of site.
“Up here, Silly!” Tina replied to his yelling for their whereabouts.
Bobby walked into his room, and almost messed his pants for the 99th time today. Both girls were on the bed, kissing, touching, playing. Tina was on top, and her black thong was clearly visible under the short skirt. Sarah, who he knew to be pantiless was on the bottom, her legs closed, unfortunately.
Clearing his throat, he got the girls attention to the bottle of white wine, and 3 glasses he was carrying. Tina took the bottle and poured some wine while Sarah kept him nicely distracted with his face in her generous cleavage. A nod from Tina had her push him gently away so they could have their drinks…
…..
Bobby woke up, gagged, naked, and bound to the chair in his room. The girls, noticing his consciousness, got up from their lovemaking on the bed, and began circling their prey.
“I hope you didn’t plan on getting any sleep, Bobby” Sarah teased…