Memoirs of a Pervert: Stacy & Chris

I found out later, when I was reading about it in the newspaper, that they were in their last semester of college and were moving away shortly after graduation. Timing like this made me think I had the blessing from some higher power. It was too perfect to be a coincidence. If I hadn't decided to take a scenic detour through that neighborhood when I did, I never would have seen them.

It didn't take me long to learn their schedules. Thursday afternoons seemed like the best time. At 4pm Chris would usually head out for soccer practice and Stacy would go shopping with her girlfriends, or sometimes alone, to get stuff for partying on the weekend. She would usually get back around 7pm to get ready and Chris would get back shortly there after.

After working out some logistical details, I waited. Thankfully, it wasn't long. Like many Thursdays before, Chris and Stacy both left, but this time Stacy was alone again.

As I stepped out of the van I couldn't help but admire the picturesque setting. They were renting a small bungalow apartment that was somewhat secluded from the others by some trees and lawns, which certainly made things easier. It didn't really matter though. After some years of refining, I've created some pretty effective and portable soundproofing panels. With the added privacy though, I could care even less how loud they got.

Dressed as a maintenance man, and skilled at discreetly picking locks, I very easily made my way in. I took my time looking over the place. It seemed they weren't too bad off for college students given some of the stuff they had in there, but this wasn't about money. Even though I was confident everything would work, having done it many times before, there was always a sense of excitement in thinking they might be the ones to finally stop me, the ones who would finally bring me down.

Just as I began to hide and put my ski mask on, I heard Stacy open the front door and head into the kitchen. Perfect timing. I knew with certainty then that they weren't going to be the ones.

I peeked into the kitchen and saw her kneeled down in front of the fridge making some room on the bottom drawers. Her legs were tucked under her as she sat on her calves. And what a wonderful sight, she was wearing some white thin ankle socks with her soles on full display for me as I quietly and quickly snuck up behind her. She had headphones on and seemed to be listening to music, softly singing along, rocking from side to side and wiggling her toes along with the beat. Feeling playful, I gave her left sole a quick tickle with my fingers which caused her to tense up and turn her head right into my chloroform-soaked rag. As I grabbed the back of her head and held the rag to her face, she very briefly attempted to put up a fight only for her body to betray her and slump onto the ground. "Shhhh, oh no, don't worry, it's gonna be a fun night."

I carried her back into their room, stripped her down to her underwear, and then gagged and bound her spread eagle on the bed face down. I added some pillows underneath her stomach so her ass would arch up. She was the bait. I had to be more careful with trying to take down Chris. I brought some props to help though. After cleaning up the kitchen to hide any evidence of a struggle, I scattered rose petals from the front door to their room, cut the lights and shut the blinds, and arranged some candles to light the way. Once everything was in place, I opened up her phone and sent a text to Chris, "I have a surprise for you when you get back... don't keep me waiting ;)" And I wasn't lying... though this probably wasn't the surprise he had in mind.

No sooner had I sent that text and hid myself that I heard the front door open again. I don't think I heard the door close though as it sounded like he practically ran down the hall and into their room. "Omg babe!" His dick immediately overpowered him, not even bothering to check if she was conscious as he began to quickly strip off his clothes. As he took off his shirt, I moved quickly to him and waited for his face to pop out and right into the chloroformed rag. "What the..." He quickly lost his balance and fell down, allowing me to hug the rag right on his face until I felt his body go limp. I was worried he would put up more of a fight but this went off without a scratch. Their bodies were now mine.

In the living room I set up two bondage chairs facing each other, now occupied by the naked and securely restrained bodies of Chris and Stacy. Their arms were spread out, tightly cuffed at the wrists and elbows. Their legs were up and slightly spread in stirrups, also tightly secured with cuffs at the ankles and knees. The best parts of their bodies were completely exposed. Both were blindfolded and gagged for now. I circled them and took in the sights. Exquisite, as you could imagine, with them being a hot and young couple. I took my seat and waited.

Stacy was the first to awaken and then Chris. They both squirmed and struggled against their bondage, yelling for help through their gags. He eventually realized their situation and seemed to call for her, trying to calm her down. After quite a while of this, they both slumped into their bondage, huffing and a little sweaty from their attempts to get free. "Don't worry, I'm not going to kill you." They both got startled by my voice and turned their heads in my direction, "We're just going to have some fun. Trust me, you'll be enjoying it by the end." They both resumed their protests and muted cries, then another lull as they tired themselves out again.

"Stacy, I think I'll start with you."

I have found that the guys are more easily broken after getting turned on by seeing how I play with their girlfriend's body. I walked over to Chris and removed his blindfold. It's a good thing that the saying "if looks could kill" was just a saying. I leaned in close and whispered so only he could hear me, "You'll resist it at first, but enjoy the show."

With a puzzled look on his face, he saw my maniacal smile and lusting eyes as I moved behind Stacy, my hands making their way to her defenseless armpits. She of course could see nothing and so there was an explosion of energy as my wiggling fingers began their assault. After her initial scream of surprise, the stream of forced laughter began. "Nuuuggghahhhhhhhahahah," "Oh, you don't like this?" I teased as she violently shook her head. "Then just bring down your arms to stop me," as she continued to buck against her restraints. Though she was gagged, it was the most beautiful sound. It was like I was learning to play a musical instrument. I experimented with changing from just teasingly spidering my hands up and down her sides to digging deep into her stomach, which matched the changes in her laughter from short and high-pitched yelps to deep and pained screams. Ah, what glorious music!

My fingers eventually crept onto her boobs, being very careful to avoid her nipples at first. Chris had gotten quite the show, seeing them bounce around as I tickled her, so I figured I'd have some fun with them too. As I alternated between gentle swipes and firmer kneading, she still laughed but it was much weaker and mixed in there, softly at first, some moans. However, whatever initial shyness she had about enjoying it quickly gave away as I focused my attention on tweaking her now erect nipples. "Nuh... ugh... ugh... uuuuugggghhh" she gave out and arched her back stretching against the bondage as she surrendered to the sensations. I whispered into her ear, "You're enjoying this now aren't you." She initially tried to fight back by growling in anger but it quickly gave way to short stuttered moans as I licked my fingers and began to gently flick her nipples. I looked over at Chris as I did this, my smile only angering him more, but I could swear his dick looked a little fuller than when we started. I directed my gaze at it and winked back up at him. He tried to look away as if he was ashamed.

Then I started to mess with her, switching between teasing her boobs and nipples to running my hands along her ribcage, sometimes spending minutes on one and other times switching between the two in a matter of seconds. I lost track of time but when I decided she needed another break, she was flushed and huffing. "I think it's time for me to move onto my favorite spot." "Nuuugghh!" She shook her head and scrunched her toes anticipating what was coming next.

I grabbed my stool and sat facing her soles. I just looked at them for a bit as she scrunched them and fidgeted not sure when I would begin. I started by gently massaging them, which seemed to surprise her at first. I dug my thumbs into her heels and up her soles, and slowly stretched each individual toe. Even this softer and more caring touch caused her feet to twitch. Mmm, quite ticklish it seems. I did this a few more times before I started to spider my fingers here and there, causing her to scream in short bursts as she tried to wiggle her feet out of reach. I especially liked it when she scrunched her toes, since I was able to glide my fingers up and down her wrinkles, which also had the wonderful effect of making her toes fan out, giving me a second or two to quickly slip my fingers in between, only for her to scrunch them and begin the cycle again. "It seems someone's a little ticklish here." After playing this game a few times, I forced her toes back with one hand as the other teased the now stretched flesh. "UUUUUHHHH" she screamed as I explored every inch of those beautiful soles. I thought she had a good set of pipes on her before, but now she was howling like a banshee. She got into a frenzy, thrashing about wildly, but she eventually gave in, or more likely got so tired that the only thing she could do was lay there and take the torture. "Coochie, coochie, coo," I teased as I scratched up and down her soles, stopping every so often to focus on the space between her toes. "And this little piggy went... wee, wee, wee, all the way home!" I eventually noticed that her breathing was getting pretty labored so I gave her another break. Didn't want her to black out and miss out on the fun part.

She jumped when I touched her feet again but settled down when she felt me massaging them. I pressed my nose to her toes. Intoxicating. "Ugghh" she jumped but also gave a very weak whimper when I began to place sloppy kisses along her soles, starting from her heel and making my way up. "Oh, you like this do you?" I paused briefly to tease her before pulling her toes back and running my tongue up and down her sole with broad strokes. Oh, what heavenly tastes. She really got going when I started to suck on her toes while massaging her soles. I stopped, "Tell me the truth and I might reward you, are you really enjoying this?" Though I couldn't see her eyes I could see her eyebrows furrowing as she tried to overcome whatever cognitive dissonance she was feeling. She very timidly nodded her head. "Good girl," as I grabbed a hold of her foot and devoured it, slobbering up and down. She gave out another loud moan as she strained against the bondage. After finishing the service, I knew it was time for the final course. "Since you were a good girl and told me you liked it, I won't tickle you here again for now," very briefly tickling her soles before I got up.

I turned around to check on Chris. His dick had completely betrayed him, as it stood at full mast, swaying as he tried to turn his gaze away from me. "You'll want to see this Chris, it's the best part!"

I moved my stool again to sit in between her legs. Before I even got close, rising above the sweat, I could smell her. Divine. I began to eat her out. I spread her lips with one hand and tongued her clit, cycling through some gentle kisses, flicking licks, and light sucking. With the other hand I began to finger her slowly but forcefully. "Ugh, ugh, ugh." Oh how her body twitched and shifted.

My hands wanted to roam elsewhere, so I decided to get some toys involved. I very gently and carefully attached a labia spreader so that her clit would be exposed, and then inserted a vibrator. Her pussy seemed to eagerly suck it in, leaving only the handle on the outside. I started it on low. "Aaahuughughmmmmmm." With this sensation added into the mix, I continued to tease her clit with my tongue while my hands reached up and started to play with her nipples again. Oh how she jerked and groaned. After some time I began to glide my hands back down, very gently tickling her torso, first around her boobs then down to her sides and stomach. I didn't want to tickle too hard and break her concentration, but I still wanted to feel her squirm from the pleasure and the pain.

I grabbed the remote and cranked it up to medium. "Uuuuguguugh." The waterworks were now really getting started, as I began to gently massage and also teasingly tickle her thighs. I loved feeling them push up against my head, straining to kind of support herself as if trying to fight off the sensations, only to relax again as she would give in. And the smell, absolutely intoxicating. I was a starving animal, and I came to feast.

I pulled away and turned off the vibrator. This little break gave me and her a chance to catch our breaths. I got back up and behind her, "I'm going to take off your gag, but before I do..." I leaned in close to whisper only something she could hear. "Shake your head if you agree to that." She hesitated a little but eventually began to shake her head. "Good girl." I went back to sit on the stool as she stretched her mouth before pleading, "Please, just let us go, we won't tell anyone what happened, please." "Sure, after you say what I told you to say so that Chris can hear it now." She hesitated but slowly began to stutter, "P... plea... please m... make me cu... cum." "My pleasure." "Wait, but you said uggggghhhh!" Before she could protest again she violently spasmed against her restraints as I turned the vibrator on to its highest setting and resumed tonguing her clit. "Oh my god, oh my god, oooohhh." "That's right, put on a good show for Chris." Without the gag it was easier to hear when she was getting close and could slow down or change tactics to keep her on the edge. To help take her mind off of the impending climax, I reached around and ran my fingers up and down her soles, alternating between just teasing them to torturing them. "Oh, aahh no, please aahhh, no mmmhmm, ugh no aghahahuuugh!" Sometimes I wouldn't tickle or anything, I would just hold her feet to feel them twitch in response to the other sensations.

She was a mess of moans and laughter. Glorious. This was it, this was what I lived for.

After taking her to the edge enough times, it was time to push her off. Building up again, mixing the various sensations into an orgy of pleasure and pain, I let her crash right into the first wave of her powerful orgasm. Oh how she groaned. Something much more primal than anything I've heard so far. As I continued to tease her as each wave passed, it was the third or fourth that gave her away as a squirter. "Oh my, isn't this a lovely mess you're making," as her body completely and totally gave in.

After the whole thing eventually subsided and she laid there recovering, I put her gag back and took off her blindfold. I of course still wanted this to be romantic, so the only light sources were from some of the candles I had left up from earlier. So it didn't take very long for her eyes to adjust and look over at Chris, or rather Chris's dick. Unsurprisingly he was rock hard and throbbing. "Look Stacy, it seems he really enjoyed the show you put on."

"Chris, I guess it's your turn now," as I put his blindfold back on, though he tried to prevent it by hopelessly turning his head in defiance. "Oh, this is going to be fun!"

I moved my stool down to sit by his feet and began to rub them, or rather run my hands across to get a feel for them. "Wow, for a soccer player these seem really soft." He tensed and breathed in sharply as I began to gently spider my fingers right in the middle of his soles, causing him to scrunch his toes in an attempt to defend them. "Don't worry, we won't start with that, we'll start with this," as I forcefully pulled his toes back and began long broad licks up his sole. "Uuhh nuughh, peas," he protested and strained against his bondage. Savory. I could smell and taste some of the sweat that dried up as he laid there waiting for his turn, semi-fresh from his recent practice session. Up and down I went, occasionally nibbling right in the center just to make him squirm even more. Sucking his toes was a bit of a challenge, since he very valiantly scrunched them, so I switched between physically holding them with both hands or simply scratching his sole until they fanned out again. And it was certainly worth the effort, since right in between his toes was the tastiest.

Through all of this he continued to put up a good fight, madly grunting and huffing, his dick still bobbing about but noticeably less full than when I started. Shame, it seems he really doesn't like it. As I finished sucking his toes, I made it a point to exaggerate my toejobs and made very sloppy plopping noises to tease him. "If I treat these like this, just think of what I'll do to that nice dick of yours next." This caused him to go into a fury. I let him tire himself out some before I moved my stool in between his legs to get a closer look. I decided then to focus on pleasure first and pain second.

Though it was certainly going limp, it was a gorgeous piece of meat. And the smell, ugh, so intoxicating. I began first by gently massaging his inner thighs, before I teasingly ran my fingers on both, feeling the goosebumps rise along with the occasional spasm. "Nuugghh, stahhpp." His dick started to twitch back to life. "What's the matter, you sensitive here?" As I worked my way around his thighs, I slowly moved closer and closer.

I started to gently feel and tease his balls. He tensed up and tried to arch up away from my hands, but eventually even an athlete like him can only hold himself up for so long while his balls are being caressed. When he finally lowered himself back down, I opened up my mouth and began sucking on one ball at a time. As I did this, my hands grazed his thighs again. And this is when I heard his first involuntary moan and felt his body shiver. "Ugh," "Oh, you do like this then huh? Look Stacy, I think he likes it," as I also noticed his dick began to quickly fill up. He stayed quiet. He never had a chance.

After teasing his thighs enough, I began to gently drag my fingers up and down his dick. More soft moans. He was now at full attention, and so I took my time to feel and trace the veins. After I finished stripping all the taste from his balls, I switched to one hand caressing them as the other began a slow handjob. "Ugh," "Mmm, that's right, just lay there and actually enjoy it," as he pleasurably flexed into his restraints. Up and down I went, not too fast or hard, just enough to get the juices flowing. I would work my way up to the top and with my thumb, while still palming his shaft, I'd massage around his piss slit. "Ugh!" he whimpered with every pass of my thumb, made more slippery with the precum he was leaking. I paused to lick my thumb to taste him while I turned to face Stacy, "Mmm, tasty, I can see why you like him. Let's just hope I don't raise the expectations too high now." She just laid there with a look of complete resigned exhaustion, accepting that there was nothing she could say or do to change the situation.

"Uh shut," he cried out as I teased his balls again with both hands and began to kiss, lick, and gently suck his shaft, causing it to twitch and pulse. I could really start to feel the heat radiating. Working my way up slowly to his head, I planted a big sloppy kiss before quickly flicking my tongue back and forth on his piss slit, taking up some of the precum that was really starting to flow out. Then I started my slow but methodical blowjob, sucking to create a seal and slithering my tongue round and round as I went back down, taking him all in. "Ahhhughhhh!" The effect was immediate, as his whole body tensed, involuntarily arching his dick deeper into my mouth, as another full body shiver coursed through him. Oh, and how he whimpered. As I bobbed up and down my eyes would wander up to his torso, as every so often his abs would contract. Deciding I needed to get my hands involved, I reluctantly pulled away to set up a stand, which held a vibrating wand and positioned it on his taint and in contact with his balls. Before sitting back down to resume my work, I winked at Stacy who very weakly shook her head in disapproval, as if she could stop me anyways, and called to Chris, "Hey Chris, if you didn't like this yet, I think you will now!" as I turned the wand onto its highest setting. "Nuughhhuuuuggghhhh!" He immediately arched up again to try and get away from the sensations and right into my eagerly waiting mouth to resume his blowjob. He was trapped with nowhere to go.

Without warning, sensing he was close, I stopped everything, turning off the wand and I just sat there watching him catch his breath again, his chest rising and falling. After a few minutes, when it seemed like he had calmed down enough, even allowing his dick to deflate a little bit, I began again. That was the ending of the first build up and beginning of the second. Oh yes, you know it, I was definitely going to edge this stud. It would've been a tragedy if I didn't!

I am usually pretty good at keeping track of how many cycles we've gone through when it's not that many, but after five or six, I start to lose track. Especially since I would switch up what I was doing, sometimes both hands teasing his thighs and other times just sucking his tip while both hands gently rolled his shaft. Eventually I noticed that when I would stop he would groan and arch upwards in frustration. I continued on for a few more cycles just to make sure and soon enough it was clear he was crying out in frustration. His body was covered in a sheen of sweat and his dick looked raw from all the stimulation it had been receiving. It was time.

I stopped everything again, causing the biggest groan so far. I went up to him and removed his blindfold, giving his eyes some time to adjust. "I am going to remove this gag, but on the condition that you say the magic words, okay?" As I looked right into his eyes I knew I didn't have to tell him what the magic words were, his lust was on full display. As soon as I removed his gag the words immediately fell out, "Please, please, I need to cum, please, make me cum," with a deep pleading in his eyes, "My pleasure."

As I retook my position, a brief moment of clarity seemed to hit him as he looked over and remembered that Stacy was across from him. "Babe, I'm really sorry, it's just that oohh fuuucckk." I wasn't going to wait for him to babble through a half-assed explanation about the situation, it's not like she was dumb and hadn't seen everything that had been going on.

As a treat, I always enjoyed feeling a guy's feet as he cums, toes splaying and scrunching and soles wrinkling. He was so lost in the other sensations, it seems like he didn't notice or at least didn't react to my hands wrapping around and grabbing hold of his soles, as I began to very weakly massage them. Mmm and how they wiggled as his orgasm approached closer and closer. "Ugh, huh, oh, please, don't stop, please, huh, I'm so close, please, mmm, I'm almost there," he began to whisper. I made sure to keep my eyes glued onto his face, since he would occasionally lock eyes with me, only to throw his head back in complete ecstasy. I was surprised he had lasted as long as he had, but given that he was a soccer player, I'm sure he had quite the stamina. "Please, ugh, don't stop, huh, mmm, oh shit, I'm almost there," now more loudly. Music to my ears.

Then at last. "Oh shit, oh shit, I'm cumming, I'm cumming, oh fuck!" And boy did he cum. Spurt after spurt. As I did my best to swallow it all, I also couldn't help but focus on his beautiful face, eyes tightly closed in the highest throes of pleasure, as his abs contracted with each load. The best part was that he tasted absolutely delicious. And I continued to bob up and down through it all, causing him to really buck and push against his restraints. When it seemed he had been spent, sighing and slumping into the chair hard, I turned off the vibrator, stopped sucking and just gave some very gentle licks to gobble up whatever was left. Though not as rigid, this lighter stimulation kept his dick semi-hard. Now the fun would begin.

Much more sensitive now that he had cum, I began to teasingly spider my fingers up and down his soles. At first just causing them to twitch but soon enough, "Ah, haha, hey, stop that, ahh, hey, oh shit no! Ahahahahaha," as I more forcefully ran my fingers across his soles. He was bucking before, but now, there were a few times I started to worry he would actually break out of the restraints. "Oh, does the soccer player have ticklish feet? Too bad he can't do anything to stop me." Giving him the smallest of breaks as I quickly got up and ran behind him, before he could even catch his breath and process what was happening through his tear filled eyes, I began to dig into his armpits. "Ahhhh..." his initial scream gave way to a moment of silent laughter, as he violently thrashed about trying to evade my probing fingers. "Stacy, isn't he cute when he laughs like that" as she also tried to protest by pushing against her restraints. "Staaaaahhhhhpppp, ppleeeeeeaase", he managed to scream before I switched over to tickling his sides and stomach, giving way to much more full and guttural laughs. And he really did have a cute laugh, as it would sometimes go up real high especially when I had one hand kneading his ribs and another scratching his belly button. As so I continued for some time until he was completely drenched in sweat, huffing and flushed.

Now completely resigned, I quickly put his gag back on without trouble. "Wasn't that fun!" I teased as they both laid there, looking at me with pleading eyes. "Oh no, we're not done here, that was just the first round," both of their eyes going wide as they began to struggle and scream through their gags.

"Oh yes, this is going to be quite the fun weekend..."