History with a Past

Maggie turned that way only to feel Tiffany's hand suddenly tighten on her shoulder and push it from behind to keep spinning her about until her she was pushed rapidly face first into the wall of the hall.

Tiffany snatched her wrist behind her back and Maggie felt the unmistakable feel of rope being cinched around her wrist.

"No!" She cried sharply. She tried to turn, but came up short on the rope holding her wrist behind her back. "Wait. Tiffany!" She cried.

Tiffany grabbed her other wrist and dragged it behind Maggie's back. Tiffany felt the twisting of more rope over that wrist and began tugging violently to free her hands as the ropes pinned her wrists behind her. She struggled to stop things, but Tiffany leant her weight behind her own shoulder between Maggie's shoulder blades and pinned her against the wall.

"Stop it! Tiffany. No! What are you..." Maggie half commanded. She tugged and pulled. Her wrists were bound securely behind her now. She stomped her foot in frustration and growled.

Then Tiffany placed her hand back on the off shoulder on Maggie and pulled abruptly so that she was roughly pivoted back around to face Tiffany who then leaned forward and crossed one leg over both Maggie's so that all her weight leaned into the tied women and pressed her torso back against the wall.

It left Tiffany's face a few inches from Maggie's.

That kind of proximity implied an intimacy that was the opposite of what Maggie was feeling at being assaulted this way. She strained her body away from the wall, pulling and wrestling with the ropes and knots that held her wrists behind her.

She kept talking. Trying to get things under control somehow with her voice.

"No. Tiffany! Stop this. Right now! I don't..."

Tiffany just grinned at her.

"Just like old times, eh Maggie?" She smiled enigmatically cutting Maggie off.

Maggie bucked her hips and wriggled her upper body. Helpless under her weight. She could feel Tiffany's big breasts pressing into her own chest in this position. Soft pillows. Alien to the last several decades experiences.

"No. Tiffany, look... look... look I know you are probably thinking... well... reliving our... our... experiences from a long time ago in your head or something...but I am not here for that..."

Tiffany rolled her head back and laughed with even white teeth.

"Sure, I want to relive those experiences! Who wouldn't?" She leaned forward so her lips were inches from Maggie's." I am going to tell you something. In confidence..." She dropped her voice conspiratorially and leaned close to Maggie's face. "You know I have been married right? For years and years. I am going to share a little secret with you Maggie." She lowered her voice nearly to a whisper. Her eyes inches away from Maggie's Her face right there, invading, inside her personal space. "For all those years I had sex with my husband. Happily. Fairly lovingly. And for all those years, even when I was climbing the sexual walls and getting ready to orgasm and enjoying my man being inside me. His penis inside me. There you were. You would just pop in my head. Just an image. A thought. A sensation. It might only be for a teenie-weenie moment in time."

She looked thoughtful then went on.

"Usually, it was the last moment. Just a flash of you really... tied up the way we used to do it. Standing in my bedroom at the old house. You in your cute little underwear. The ones with the bears on them... or those yellow ones..." She paused a moment. The memories pouring out of her right from her heart. "The games we played there would just rise up in my head even as my man's cock went in and out of me and well... frankly... I often came with that image in here." She tapped the side of her forehead. Her face hovered close to Maggie's. Looking down now at her lips. The lines of her cheeks. Then back into her eyes. "There you were... once again... just as I came. And I always came when that happened. When I saw... well, when I saw you! Can't tell you how many times that happened to me over so many years. Orgasm after orgasm. And let's not even talk about how often it happens when I masturbate alone either."

Maggie had frozen as this diatribe poured out of Tiffany.

She felt panicky. Helpless. Frightened at the confession of obsession.

She shook her head now. Speaking reasonably, in a tone to dissuade. To be the voice of reason.

"Well... Look, Tiffany. I know what we did together must have been a... well... like a formative event for you. I get that. We played around. Sure. We were younger then though. Children really. Fooling around the way kids do. We are much older now. Wiser. We know ourselves better. So, I know I am straight now." She said reasonably. "Thoroughly straight, Tiffany. I Know I am not gay. I have a husband. Kids! So please untie me and I'll just be on my way."

Tiffany examined her face from those short inches away and instead smiled smugly.

"Liar!" She leaned in and whispered. "You just let me tie you up. Just the way I used to."

Maggie shook her head from side to side.

"No. NO! I didn't! You just did it to me. Before I could stop you. You surprised me. Overpowered me. I didn't want to.... God! Why would I want another woman to tie me up? I am super straight for crying out loud. I love my husband. Sex with him. I really am... well helpless. You did that, not me. You are molesting me!" She ended a bit desperately.

Tiffany giggled and then Maggie felt her fingers fumbling around the button that held her jeans together at her waist.

"NO!" She yelled out and tried to arch her body. She fought the ropes binding her wrists again and jerked her hips side to side and front to back to forestall Tiffany's actions in undoing her pants. Tiffany just tightened her legs, plating her feet. "I told you. I am not gay, Tiffany!" She cried. "Please. Don't unsnap my pants! Oh... No... Please..."

Tiffany in the meantime had the button undone and slowly began to lower the zipper until Maggie's jeans gaped open. A 'V' that revealed panty material through it.

"Please! Tiffany. No!" Maggie felt her lip quivering and she was close to tears suddenly. "You're... Oh! You are opening my pants! You're... you're molesting me!" She half screamed.

Tiffany smirked, grasped the denim on one side of Maggie's jeans and pushed down hard. She had to. The jeans were a tight fit. Maggie's skin tight, over-40 sexy jeans that she had selected for today. A women's half-conscious decision, to soften the effects of age. The fat in the thighs. The rounding of the ass. A disguise. In a swift move Tiffany sank to a crouch in front of Maggie, grabbing the denim on each side of her hips and yanking down very hard so that the pants peeled down her thighs to cluster just above and around her knees.

Maggie, finding herself out from under Tiffany's weight for a moment, felt her chance had come and tried to run towards the kitchen. She only got in a half a step and staggered to a halt though, her jean's tough material slipping a tiny bit lower, then jamming around and just below the knees, still plastered to the calves and making them into a hobble where the material pinned her shins almost together and kept her from running.

Her eyes were huge and she looked over stricken at Tiffany who smirked with her hands on her hips.

Tiffany giggled at the sight of Maggie, wrists bound behind her back, pants wrapping her lower legs. Her slightly disarrayed panties were on open display. White satin-cotton mix that looked a little shiny in the right light. They framed her juggling buttocks and equally outlined her fat woman's V-mound as she staggered a step right and then another left helplessly to keep from falling from her pants tripping her up, only to have to stand still pulling on her wrist ties behind her back, a pair of tears leaking out of her eyes now. She sniffled. Half from frustration. Half from helplessness brought on by her predicament.

Tiffany stood up again. She was barefoot and wearing a skirt and blouse. Her hair framed her face. Maggie stared into her face with her eyes large.

"This brings back some memories." Tiffany said and taking each of the tied woman's shoulders into her grasp she firmly pushed her shuffling back against the wall again where Maggie stood, gazing at Tiffany with a stricken face, absently rolling her shoulders a couple times in protest, but appearing a bit mesmerized as she met Tiffany's eyes inches away from her own. Staring back nervously.

Maggie gazed into the eyes of her tormenter, looking and feeling now utterly out of control. It was dawning on her she was truly helpless. Hands bound by Tiffany's rope. Her legs bound by her own pants.

"Please, Tiffany. Please. I am not gay. I..." She waffled on protesting.

Tiffany eased her hand down between them and slid it into the top of Maggie's panties.

Maggie felt the other woman's fingers trail through her pubic thicket, and jerked her hips backwards to deny Tiffany contact with her fat outer labia and clitoris.

Tiffany was ahead of her though and her other hand had slid simultaneously into the back of her panties, sliding behind her bound wrists at the back so that her fingers there slipped along her lips from behind. Maggie's jerk backwards with her hips caused Tiffany's fingers at the back to slip between her buttocks and then part her outer lips in the unexpected moisture that was coating her down there.

"Ohhhh!" She cried, being felt up .

Tiffany almost laughed at feeling the slickness.

"Naughty, Maggie! You are panting for it."

Maggie gasped and shook her head in denial, moving her hips forward again without thinking, only to have fingertips tease her clitoris.

"I'm not... I'm... not!" She gasped. Pushing her hips backwards, only to feel one of Tiffany's fingertips invade her from the rear.

Both Tiffany's middle fingers then met right at her clitoris, one from front and one from back. She stiffened and Maggie gasped in her breath to feel the sensation, a fingertip teasing her clitoral shaft on top and bottom. She jerked her hips forward further to escape the teasing finger from behind invading her, but it doomed her because it left her clit exposed to a gentle flicking and circling of her sensitive nubbin at the front. Irresistibly. With a feeling of doom. Maggie knew the contact was raising her sexual feelings. Heat coursed into her lower regions. She felt the moisture. She felt the caresses on her now hard clitoris.

Tiffany smiled at her an inch from her face. She knew too.

"Yes, you are. You are horny. You cannot deny it. You are wet, girl."

The helpless, tied up woman moaned at the feeling of suddenly being frigged from front and rear while bound. She looked up desperately at Tiffany's face to see her mature face grinning openly back at her. A mirror of the youthful one from so many years before.

"You may not be gay, Maggie." Tiffany breathed leaning in close again. Her lips near Maggie's ear. "But I know your secret. You are thoroughly wet and your hard little clit says you are absolutely a bisexual... I can only think the bisexuality is brought on by bondage..." She rubbed the tied woman's clit lightly in circles. "Being tied up. Getting sexual for sure. Turned on."

Maggie grunted and groaned, shaking her head to clear it and jerking her hips about to try and escape Tiffany's fingers. She wasn't turned on. She wasn't! Another lie, she tried to tell the watching world. She could not deny her feelings though. She knew that she could not escape. Tiffany's fingers felt good. Far too good for a woman who was in denial about how she felt.

Tiffany kept it up.

Her fingers at the front making little flicking circles that grazed the clit and whenever Maggie jerked back in denial moved her fingertip at the end of the finger buried in between the hot damp folds of Maggie's labia from side to side. The pads of the woman's fingers stroking the shaft of her clitoris, bringing occasional moisture from deeper inside her.

Maggie groaned in frustration.

"Please... PLEASE... Tiffany. I... I..." She was distracted by the ongoing frigging. Having trouble focusing. The situation was just so bizarre that she felt overwhelmed. Over powered. Over... come. She was astonished of feel her breathing climbing in tempo. She twitched her hips, but Tiffany kept her fingers on her sensitive points unrelentingly. "Tiffany!" She panted. "You mustn't... mustn't..."

Tiffany leaned into her until her breath was on Maggie's face. Maggie was trying not to look her in the eye, for fear of affirming that some kind of real lust was developing between them. Afraid that if their eyes locked it could communicate. Tell Tiffany once and for all that she was a bisexual.

"Mmm." Tiffany worked her fingers. The front rotating, grazing and rubbing Maggie's engorging clitoris. The rear dragging along the length of her slit. Teasing. She felt that one dip slightly into her helpless friend's vaginal opening a tiny bit. "You really are tied up and helpless aren't you, Mags?"

Maggie was slowly bending forward at the waist. Panting now.

"Please. No!" She said weakly. She shook her head. Then again.

"But your clit is so hard! And you are tied up. And half naked!" Tiffany said a bit tauntingly. Maggie grunted at each of her words. Jerking her hips. "You are turned on. You cannot disguise it."

"No! NO!" Maggie cried out desperately. "Let me go! Please." She bent forward further still at the waist. Her arms straining at the rope holding her wrists. "I won't let you!"

Tiffany half grinned and bending her knees realized that Maggie's new bent forward position denied her the ability to rotate her fingertips in full circles. Bracing herself. She instead thrust two of her fingers at the rear into Maggie vagina an inch or so. One of her bent fingers rubbing her taint between her asshole and her vaginal opening. The tip of one of the free fingers grazed her anus.

"Oh!" Maggie said involuntarily and half straightened again. "Your fing..."

Her new, more upright position let Tiffany rearrange her right hand slightly and reorient what she was doing to Maggie's clitoris. She doubled her speed and the amount of pressure she was applying and began to thrust her center finger straight in and out with the occasional sideways jerk.

It worked.

"Ah! No. Stop! I'm... I'm... No... No... I can't." She said leaning back against the wall while Tiffany frigged her clit harder. Maggie found herself panting. "Oh! Please! Tiffany... Let me... let me... gooooooo!" She moaned as Tiffany thrust with her left hand so that two fingers held rigidly at towards the ceiling entered Maggie. "Uhhh.... Uhhhh.... No. NO! I'm... I'm... not...I... I'm going to... to..." He mouth was now hanging open.

Tiffany certainly did not stop, but was careful to apply just the right amount of pressure with both hands. The clit teased. The taint and entrance to her vagina at the rear.

Suddenly Maggie stiffened almost upright and her mouth fell open along with her eyes which had been drooping half shut for the last minute or so.

"Ahhhhh! Tifffany! Noooooooo. Please.... I'm not gayyyy....Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" She screamed out an earth-shattering orgasm, jerking and writhing her body from front to back, riding along with the movements of Tiffany's fingers.

She quivered, jerked repeatedly and then half collapsed forward so that Tiffany was forced to yank her hands free from Maggie's body and to catch her and help lower her to the floor where she deftly gathered Maggie into her arms while carefully arching a leg around her body to plant a heel firmly against her labia and pressing it in so that as Maggie jerked her hips with little moans she would have to feel her clit mash or slide across her friend's heel, increasing her afterglow.

The both lay for several minutes like that with Maggie taking the closing arguments of her pleasure thought thrusts on the back of Tiffany's foot.

Maggie recovering from her huge orgasm and Tiffany gripping her and holding her in both affirmation and control. Maggie ended up hanging there in her arms. Helplessly collapsed. Boneless.

It took several minutes before Maggie finally stirred. She gazed up at Tiffany a curious mixed look of satiation and fear mingling on her face.

Tiffany smiled at her.

Maggie shook her head in denial of that smile.

"Please, Tiffany. Untie me now." She almost whispered.

Tiffany's smile got bigger.

"I can't do that, Maggie. You have to be tied up." She caressed Maggie's hair gently across her skull. "I need to see you tied up... while I watch you eat my pussy out."

Maggie jerked and stared stricken at Tiffany. Oral sex was never something they had done in the old days.

"No! NO!" Her eyes were big. "I'm not a lesb.... I don't want to... to..." She cried, pulling on her bound wrists.

Tiffany smiled angelically at her.

"You are so cute. It's as if you have a choice in the matter. But darling, I have been dreaming of you eating me out for all these years. There are two of us here. You've had your fun, haven't you? It is my turn. Are you ready?"

Maggie shook her head violently.

"NO! You are crazy! Help! HELP! Someone... anyone...HELP! She has me tied up! I can't escape! I'm helpless!" She shouted.

Tiffany smiled at her tuning sideways to the hallway, spread her legs slowly and deliberately. She lifted her skirt slowly until her crotch came into view. Maggie staring at her with wide, panicky eyes. Seeing the smooth column of her legs come into view. As the skirt reached her waist, Maggie realized that Tiffany wore not underwear. Instead she was staring at pair of engorged labia, framed by a thicket of pubic hair. She didn't want to. But she stared. It was as if the first labia other than her own she had ever seen first-hand -- other than a few she had seen in porn movies her husband had insisted she watch, was hypnotic. She could not tear her eyes away.

"Might as well get that over with right here." Tiffany said bending her knees more so that her wet labia parted and Maggie was staring into her inner wet pinkness. She struggled to rise to her knees. She kept shaking her head in denial.

Tiffany reached up and cupped Maggie's face in both hands.

"C'mon, Darling. It'll be fun." She moved her hands behind Maggie's neck, gathered some of her hair into her fists. She began to every so slowly lean backward, putting her weight on Maggie's neck.

Maggie resisted being pulled forward for a minute, but kneeling there, bent over, hands tied behind her and her legs tangled in her own pants and panties gave her little means to improve her resistance. The toll of Tiffany's weight slowly began to bend her forward. Then still further. Finally with a moan of protest and a series of little whimpers she inch wormed onto her belly and her face half fell and half was pulled into Tiffany's naked crotch. As it approached her nostrils filled with the scent of a woman for the first time. Then it was too late. She lay on her belly between Tiffany's legs. Hand bound behind her by her tailbone. Nose and mouth right there. In Tiffany's womanhood. Tiffany's hands at the base of her neck. Keeping her there without much force.

A whimper escaped her and she opened her mouth releasing the tongue which slowly and reluctantly flicked across Tiffany's hard clitoris.

"Oh! YES!" Tiffany cried. "Do it! Lick me there, darling!" She panted, then lay back. He bound friend lapped away helplessly in a sea of wetness, adjusting to her new reality. A wetness that coated her lips. Her tongue. Her nose. Eventually her cheeks.

Maggie goes over to Tiffany's house every two weeks now, adding to their history together. They are not young now. Not inexperienced. They just feel that way though, as they add some new element to their play. Building on their history. History together.