You writhe on the carpet, **** to find a position in which the crotchrope doesn't move between your legs as your belly rises and falls while you gasp for breath. You might be able to resist the effects of the vibrator that's buried inside you, but the constant massaging of your swollen clitoris by the rope is too much to bear. You know that you're going to cum again.
You're on your stomach. At least in this position your breasts and crotch are hidden from the gaze of your kid sister.
Oh God, it's coming. You shut your eyes, clench your teeth and hold your breath as the wave crashes over you. You spasm, jerking against the ropes. The muscles of your pelvis clamp down on the buzzing intruder inside you, further intensifying the sensations from it. You can't stop yourself from moaning.
It goes on and on. A corner of your mind registers that this is the strongest orgasm you've ever had.
Eventually you come down. Your chest heaves as you suck in air. You're soaked in sweat. Your muscles ache from trying to contract against your bonds. As your vision clears you shake your dripping hair out of your eyes and look up at Amy.
She's sitting on the sofa eight feet away, having watched your performance open mouthed.
"Wow! That was terrific. What did it feel like? Did it hurt? Can you do it again? Is it better when you're tied up? How often do you do it?"
Oh God, now she wants a sex education lesson! You inwardly curse her curiosity, and the education system which feeds it. But you're still tied, the vibrator is still buzzing away. You lick your lips.
"Amy, I'll answer all your questions. But you have to untie me first."
She looks thoughtful. You hold her eyes, trying to ignore the feelings from your crotch.
Then the doorbell rings.
"Amy! Amy - don't answer it. Untie me. AMY!!"
A voice from outside - "Delivery service. We've got a parcel that has to be signed for."
"Amy - NO!"
"But that's the new microwave. Mom told us we had to look out for it. They'll only put it in the kitchen. They won't have to come in here."
"Amy - please!". You can't explain to her that you're already finding it difficult not to moan under the ministrations of the crotchrope and the vibrator. Two delivery men and a half-naked, hogtied girl are not a good combination.
The bell rings again.
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