Poled

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Poled
fiction by Carol Tightly
Posted: October 15, 2008

I found Amy up in the spare bedroom naked as a jaybird, doing the ironing. This was actually not very unusual, as she tended not to wear much in the way of clothing about the house unless we were on the way out in public. It initially came as a surprise to me in some respects as she been the model of prim and proper prior to our recent marriage. Although I was beginning to understand in part it had been because of her rather nasty divorce and protecting her son. Who, by the way happened to be at his dad’s this particular weekend. I actually since the wedding found her more than easy going about just near anything. Actually it had been part of a rather drunken conversation she’d had with her sister after the first husband left her for an eighteen year old still in high school that she’d made the claim that if she found another husband, she’d be willing to suck the bed sheets up through his ass hole to keep him happy and never straying.

Personally, I felt I had already had enough fiber in my diet so getting linen in my butt was not a huge turn on. I sidled up behind her a cup of coffee in each hand. She sensed my approach and lay down the iron as I eased up behind her. Reaching around front, I handed her one of the steaming cups as I pressed up against her and let my penis dangle down between her tight bottom cheeks. As she sipped the hot brew, she gave her buttock a squeeze and gave it a little “hug”. I set my cup down on the ironing board and then let my fingertips drift slowly up her torso until I reached Amy’s nipples where I began to circle them slowly. She leaned back into me and more or less purred softly. I noticed her nipples got firm almost instantly, hardening to my touch.

I flipped the iron completely off with on finger then used that hand to gently spin her about facing me. Pulling her close our lips met and I gently kissed her, allowing my tongue to probe past her lips and tease behind her teeth on the sensitive roof of her mouth. Her arms slipped up my back and she hugged me tight. We entwined like that and kissed for a couple long moments, all the time with my member getting stiffer and stiffer. The heat in the room or at least the tension was rising by the second. I glanced about looking at my options. The room was mostly a finished basement “junk” or storage room that we’d happened to set the ironing board in. I was half thinking that in about another moment we would end up splayed atop some of the stacked cardboard boxes or a pile of yet to be stored clothing doing the nasty.

I will have to admit that since the wedding vows, Amy had so far not qualms about sexual encounters in any way shape or form, as long of course as the kid was not under foot. By this point Amy had her hands down in front and was massaging my balls, sending some dizzying sensations through me. It was about that time, as I was nearing an explosion, that I spotted the length of rope sitting atop a box about two feet away.

Acting fast and really without much thinking, I leaned over and snatched it up. Pulling her wrists together I quickly used the rope to tie them together finishing with a taut cinch. Then I pressed her back against a support pole that led to the room’s ceiling and stretched her arms overhead, tying them back up against the pole. I was actually the least bit surprised that as I had done this Amy made not a sound or movement, allowing me to bind her to the pole. I stepped back a moment to take in the whole scene. She Stood there, hips a sway and her slim waist curved towards me. I was surprised to see a rather sly little smile creasing her lips. She managed to look both helpless and sultry all at the same time. Her old Polaroid camera was sitting atop a box and I snatched it up, taking a picture of her poised there. As it developed into view, she glanced at it.

“So, what’s that for, Dear?” she subtly enquired.

I chuckled and told her “I’d be tempted to send it to your ex-husband and show him what he’s missed out on, except that the dumb prick would probably blast it all over the internet.”

“Yeah,” she mumbled softly as she shuffled from foot to foot. “He’d be just the one to do that to embarrass me as much as possible.”

I set the camera and photo aside and turned back to her before she had time to dwell on that prospect too long.

“So just what should I do with you now?” I jokingly commented as I ran a finger along her torso.

She gave a little shiver of excitement as I drew close. “Pretty much whatever you want with me tied to the pole, Dear,” she breathed huskily into my ear. Well, nature taking its course my hands began to roam to her breasts and our lips met again. I pressed myself tightly against her and let my hands run all over her, touching, feeling and outright groping at some very delicate places as our mouths all but devoured each other. I was ramrod hard by this point. Amy had her bare pubic area pressed against the head of my penis. It had been just earlier this same morning that she had made a big show of using the razor to whisk away her soft blondish fur. This had been followed by her locking her thighs around my neck and I tongue lashing her to an orgasm of almost volcanic proportions. Right after that, she slid a condom over my then rock like erection and rolling me onto my back mounted me, riding like a kid’s pogo stick.

I stepped back just a bit and with the head still pressing her crotch and teasingly said to her, “Dance for it slut!”

Surprisingly her hips bean to sway and rotate erotically almost instantly. She moved up on her toes and slid her crack right over my stiffness. I was met with her hot fluids as she basted me with them, my penis becoming hot and slick. It was the best version of a pole dance I had seen. I nearly lost control when she slowly began to swivel her hips allowing her vaginal lips to ride the top of my engorged member. I knew I fast had to take control again at that point or things might get sloppy. I pulled away ever so slightly and then snaked both my hands down around her legs. I figured this was either going to be very special, or I would be in traction shortly, - maybe both. With hands under her thighs, I lifted Amy upwards, balancing her back against the pole. Her eyes gave me a little inquisitive look as I did so. That gaze changed to saucer-eyed surprise as I then slowly lowered her back down, piercing her vaginal opening with the tip of my penis. She made a soft little “oh” sound as we became fully joined. If she noticed there was no latex raincoat between us, Amy said nothing. I felt her legs swing fully around my waist where she locked her ankles together. I let my lips dive into her soft neck as I began thrusting in long hard strokes.

I could feel her weight shift as Amy let herself “hang” by the wrists. Her head lolled side to side and she bean to moan softly in unison with my thrusts. She later told me her clitoris had been pressed right up against my shaft in this position, which sent immediate shock waves throughout her. As it was, her tight warmth had locked about me as I pumped again and again. The ropes creaked and the pole whined as the passions rose. Over the next moments, her cries became louder and more urgent; some phrases uttered from her lips that I’d shudder to repeat in public. Suffice it to say, she was hot and fully engaged in the process. In fact, she hit a delirium stage where nothing but gibberish escaped Amy’s lips. Well, until my eardrum was pierced with a rather guttural scream as she reached orgasm. If she had been locked to my hips before, she all but crushed me now as her pelvis railed into convulsing spasms. These in turn drove me over the edge and I exploded myself gushing gobs of my semen up into Amy like I was the “Old faithful” geyser.

The whole climax left me weak kneed and I had to let her legs back down gently and toes to the floor. I all but collapsed onto my backside as we both breathed heavily from the exertions. I could see Amy’s hands were starting to turn colors form the lack of blood flow while hanging in the balance. So I managed to push myself upright again and begin to loosen the cords. As the last strands came free, she collapsed into my arms and we fell back aground together. Her hand ran softly up my chest and I reached for it, gently massaging the rope marks. Looking at her wrists she glibly giggled and commented, “Guess we’re not going to the grocery for a little while, huh?” That elicited a chuckle from me. A moment later, she was on top of me, lips nibbling at my neck and her pelvis sliding back down …

THE END

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