I did my best – as best as I could with my hands caught behind my back, with Ms. E’s teeth testing the pliability of my skin and her lips and tongue determined to bathe me in saliva – but with barely a wiggle or whimper I focused on Mary’s lips, then her teeth and tongue as she pressed harder against me. I felt like I was successful, but I guessed I wasn’t, because when she broke away she patted my cheek and said, “Oh, hell.” Then she slipped her tongue into my ear.

And oh, how I squirmed, and not just because Ms. E’s hand had slid down to the bulge in my pants. Mary’s tongue flicked and licked and probed and tickled, and she didn’t give up after just a few seconds. Her tongue became very acquainted with ever detail of my ear. It took me at least a minute after she threw her arms around my shoulders to hole me in place to realize that she was using the same trick I sometimes used between Ms. E’s thighs when we were being patient. Her tongue was spelling, forming letters in my ear. It was a ‘c’ when she traced along the outside; an ‘e’ was the same but she nibbled on my earlobe; the ‘i’ was the short stripe up and a plunge as deep into my ear as the tip of her tongue would go; the ‘w’ was a succession of long, wet up and down stripes. “Did you get that, Eric?” She blew her whisper softly into my ear, tickling where it was still wet with her saliva. “Pay attention this time.” She began again, but this time went slower. I – W – A – N – T – T (she bit the top of my ear after each ‘t’, and the second one smarted a bit) – O – S – I -

I didn’t get a chance to feel the rest again. Ms. E had abandoned the marks she was leaving on my belly to zip down my pants; she had abandoned her spot on the couch to push apart my knees and half-kneel between them. I glanced down to see her pull back the elastic band of my boxers and watch her eyes widen like a kid at Christmas. With one hand she still held my boxers out of the way; the other reached in to eagerly grab my erection and pull it free, until it stood on its own merits, bobbing at an angle over the slight hill of my belly. She massaged the shaft and pinched the soft head, stroked her fingers through the curly hair bristling from the tight skin of my scrotum. She was excited but wary, like a schoolgirl about to light up in the bathroom when knows the nun could burst in any moment. That warily she pulled my erection toward her and closed her lips around its head, squeezing out a drop of stick pre-cum.

“Careful…” Mary had reached down to ring her forefinger and thumb around the base of my shaft. “Careful or he’ll shoot it all before we’ve even begun. We haven’t even got him into the bedroom. You remember what we said.” I glanced over at Mary but she didn’t explain.

“Keep him … looking at me. I want … to see … his … eyes. …I want to see them … when …he ….orgasms.” Ms. E’s tongue flicked greedily at the tip of my penis between her words, and she kissed at the tip whenever her tongue lured out another glassy drop. She had two hands on the shaft now – squeezing and massaging.

“Carmen – that’s not-”

“I know it’s not what we planned, Mary, but this is what I want now.” There was more than a hint of desperate frustration in her voice. “I’ll make it up to you. Somehow.”

By way of response, Mary’s tongue traced up my neck behind my jaw and pulled my earlobe between her lips. Her teeth pinched down and she murmured through a clenched jaw, “Close your eyes and I bite it off.”

I knew she wasn’t serious, of course. Well, I suspected she wasn’t serious, but I didn’t want to test her.

Ms. E had begun to bob down over the head of my penis; she’d been busy licking the shaft a moment earlier, so her hands corkscrewed and slid up my slickly lubricated skin while she sucked at the tip and squeezed the soft dome of flesh between her tongue and the roof of her mouth. I’d worried at first, after how ferally she’d attacked my chest (it was still red and my nipples stung, which is why I flinched when Mary’s nails skittered over my skin there) that she’d use her teeth on my tender penis. But she was all hot, silky wetness – wet tongue, wet lips, a mouthful of saliva that overran and dripped when her lips parted. But she was still hungry: her lips suckled, her tongue thrummed against my tip and stole away any drop before it could appear, her hands pumped as if she was trying to make me cum as quickly as possible. Whenever her eyes lifted and caught mine fixed to hers, they wrinkled in a deliciously pleased smile.

And I… I squirmed and wriggled and shied away from Mary’s tongue in my ear and on my neck when it tickled, but not so far that she couldn’t continue. I winced when her nails pinched my nipples – I think she knew it hurt, and I think she enjoyed it. But that was just the choppy surface of a deep flood of pleasure focused on my penis. My resolve was like a nearly overtopped dike trying hold back the hot, scintillating tide in my loins; my ass and thighs clenched my toes curled painfully in attempt to bolster those weakening muscles at the base of my erection. Ms. E’s tongue and lips were like a storm whipping up the waves, threatening to break through my resolve at the first sign of a crack.

Then she found my scrotum for the first time. Her lower hand bumped it, then fell absently from my shaft to cup both balls and gently squeeze. It was more than I could withstand, and I exploded. I bucked and wrenched against the twisted shirt behind me, held my hips as tight as I could to keep from thrusting my cock deep into her mouth. The heat rushed out of my body in great, pumping gushes, and only the nip of Mary’s teeth on my ear kept me from rolling my eyes back completely into my head.

Ms. E was clearly surprised; her eyes widened and her jaw went slack at the first gush in her mouth, but she swallowed (to my disbelief), then slurped and swallowed again. Her lips tightened and she sucked. If I thought the pleasure had been overwhelming, this was unbearable: the ecstatic pleasure was so focused in my cock that my whole body went rigid. My scrotum shrunk so tight that I thought it would implode. I was just about to beg her to stop when my legs collapsed and I shuddered again in a sort of mini-second cumming that left me as drained as if I’d just ran a 20k.

That was all I had in me, and she knew it, and so did Mary. Ms. E leaned back and wiped the sides of her mouth while Mary squeezed my increasingly flaccid penis, using each fingertip to catch the drops the spilled out as it shrunk in her hands. Her fingers came to her mouth and she tasted them curiously, sucking on them like a chef sampling her soup. I slumped back into the couch and sighed. As uncomfortable as it was to be sitting on my hands, I knew I would fall asleep just like that if I wasn’t careful.

But Ms. E was kneeling up and leaning into me to kiss me lightly on the lips. “Thank you, Honey. Thank you so much. You’ve made me so happy. And I’m sorry – I’m sorry to put you in that situation. You were wonderful.”

“Sorry for what? That was amazing!”

“For seducing you into sin, Eric.” Mary wiped the saliva from her nails off onto her nylons. “Though perhaps not as much as I’d hoped.” Her eyes rolled a bit to play it off, but she bit her lip and I thought that there might be hint of sexual frustration there.

“Though Sunday is only a little more than a day away. That’s not too long to have to live in sin.” Ms. E smiled optimistically, and the animal in her was gone. I saw her old self – that pleasant, refined lady upstairs who went to church and enjoyed the weekly release from hysterics. I couldn’t help but think that self a tease – a tea cozy to hide the passion brewing inside her. It struck me as peculiar to see that self kneeling on the floor in lingerie with smeared lipstick and darkly hooded eyes. She ran a finger beneath the halter strap and politely repositioned her breast where it had begun to escape. “And there wasn’t real penetration after all, was there? So it’s just a little sin. Our sin. Mary and I decided – as long we kept you pinned down – kept your hands tied up and threw ourselves at you so it wasn’t your choice, the fault would really be ours, wouldn’t it.” She smiled. I know she wouldn’t have called it a loophole, but she’d found a way around endangering my immortal soul, anyway. “Still, it’s a shame we never got you into the bedroom – we put a lot of time into preparing that for you.”

“Well…” I tried to keep my voice from sounding too hopeful. I wouldn’t want her to think I was diving gleefully into sin. ‘Helpful; was what I was aiming for. “There is one more day before Sunday. I imagine we should really try to do all the sinning before then. And I don’t know about you both, but I don’t have any plans for tomorrow that I can’t reschedule.”

Ms. E’s smile brightened and she leaned forward to kiss me again – just a light peck on the lips. “Oh, I was hoping you’d say that, Honey.” She grinned at her friend and patted her knee. “Go get the fuzzy handcuffs, Mary. It looks like you’ll get a chance to sit on his face after all.”