The St Andrews Cross beams(Current Rating 15/100, based on 106 votes)
I work in the construction industry, often spending a good amount of time inspecting the bracing of the new housing forms that are being put up every day now. Every once in a while, I look up to visualize the newest type of separator holding the cross beams in place, and often when I do look at these new metal braces, my mind wonders back to a time when wooden braces called St Andrews crosses were used, and to the use that I put them one fine day.
Back many years ago I was going out, well that is perhaps a misunderstanding, as we were considered the couple back then. We were around 17 or 18 and were involved in learning the wonders of sex, experimenting with our sexuality. Back then I was frequenting this young lady, Joyce, who I had taken a liking to during our last years of High School. We spend many hours fooling around, poking, prodding, stroking one another to one sexual height after the other, usually tickling each other in familiar ways, which of course led to other touching, then groping on to more physically activities, until we satisfied our desires. These times were as far as I am concerned the best of the best of any part of my life, unfortunately I cannot offer Joyce's opinion today, as we are no longer that wonderful couple of those teenaged years.
But to my memories of the St Andrews crosses, Joyce herself was more ticklish than me, so that once our shenanigans begun, she would be struggling, fidgeting, laughing all at the same time, pleading with me to stop before she peed in her pants. Each, well almost every time she pleaded with me, I would stop, not wanting to take the change that she would indeed pee in her pants, thus ending any sexual activity that might transpire after she settled down. One day however I decided that it was by far time I called her bluff. Our basement at home was not quite finished, there was an area that had no ceiling tile, nor floor covering, the beams were exposed showing those little braces called St Andrews crosses, the floor was just the foundation cement where there was a drain opening, leading to the city sewer system, the perfect place to have my plan come together.
One fairly warm day Joyce changed once we arrived at her place, from her school uniform into a loose fitting vest like top, and baggy leg shorts, the perfect out fit for our games. Each time she moved her arms, she displayed her firm young breasts almost completely cover by her bra. When she sat depending on how quick I was, I got to see up the legs of the baggy shorts to her panties, of course we were both playing this game of peek-a-boo so we knew what the stakes were. As we continued on the path to my place, I told Joyce I had a treat for her, but that she was to, really had to, comply with what I was going to ask of her, with no complaints, no chickening out, no calling foul play.
Knowing that there was no one home, nor coming home, I would have certainly liked to invite Joyce up to my room to be with me when I changed from my school dress, but I wanted her to keep thinking that some one might arrive at any time, so I led her to the living room and hurried up to change. It did not take long to put a T shirt and shorts on so I was back down grabbing on to Joyce, hugging her tightly, letting my hands roam all over her back side as I managed to grab her ass and give a good squeeze. I then escorted her downstairs to the game room where we had a ping pong table, a bar, stools and a couch among other odd and ends, she did not know that I had planned to move into the unfinished side of the basement so she innocently kept up her loving, her touching, seeking to kiss me at every chance.
I went over things once more, asking her if she trusted me enough to continue with the special treat that I had in mind. With her agreement, I then told her I was going to blindfold her so that she would not be able to see, until the exact moment I chose to expose the treat to her, to which she again agreed. Once the blind fold was secured, I spun Joyce around several times trying to disorientate her a bit, then I guided her to the other section of the basement, placing her under the open St Andrews cross members, and situated over the drain opening in the floor. I held her tightly, then I ran my hands up and down her arms ever so delicately, while at the same time pulling some Velcro strapping from my pockets. I took hold of one wrist at a time, wrapping, the Velcro securely around the each writ, then I took each of her arms and raised them above her head. I did not think she realized what I was doing, as once I had her arms straight up above her head, I managed to stick t!
hem together with the Velcro. I then proceeded to rub down her body with my hot little hands, roaming over her body, down, down to the bareness of her legs and to her ankles. I could hear her moaning as I worked my fingers into her soft curves as I continued downward. Arriving at my destination, I pulled out more Velcro, wrapping it securely around her ankles; she looked a bit like a poodle, with its black tuffs of fur shaped on its four appendages.
I took my time roaming my hands back up, passing over parts of the front of her body as I continued, I figured I might as well grab a few gropes along the way, just in case my plan did not get carried out to its completion. Once I placed my two hands on her lovely young mounds, Joyce let out a huge heavy gasp as though she had been holding back her breath while I mauled at her body. Again I ran my hands up under her armpits, squeezing at her muscular forearms, then over her slender writs to take her hands in mine. I pulled at her hands spreading them far apart, fixing them to attachments that I had wound around my St Andrews crosses when I first prepared for this event. With her hands firmly fixed, her arms spread as wide as I dared so as not to injury her, I proceeded to arrange each of her legs so that even they would be spread, attached to solid fixtures so that she could not close herself up. I did not stretch Joyce to the point of this game taking on a bondage likeness!
, but she was certainly spread wide, just like a St Andrews cross, open, unprotected to any and all possibilities. Without further ado I unbuttoned her vest, realizing that I was then obliged to undo her arms if I wanted to take it off, once I had completed this task I was again oblige to do the same thing with the shorts (I had not worked this into my plan very well.) Once Joyce was stripped of her outer clothing, I could see that she was a bit apprehensive, her breathing was becoming a bit erratic, she was squirming a bit. I really thought she might say that she wanted to stop, so I stood in front of her taking her young melons in my hands, I applied pressure then advanced to kiss her with a big wet sloppy kiss, at the same time asking if she was still alright with the game. Since she confirmed that she was still ok with things, I moved away to go and get all the toys I needed to carry out the rest of my plan, again I thought this would create a bit of a concern for Joyc!
e as, she knew that she was strung up some how in the basement most likely (as I had not made her walk back up any stairs), but if she were in the game room hanging so as to speak, spread wide in her undergarments there was that risk that some one might just arrive home and come down to the basement. The excitement I hoped was building up inside her body, was quite evident when I returned, Joyce's perky nipples were sticking out, poking out like pencil heads through the thin material of her bra, and I am certain that the crouch of her panties had changed colour just ever so much, probably for a bit of wetness on her part.
Immediately upon my return I took hold of a large feather duster, touching Joyce's body with it, I moved it from the top of where her hands were attached, along each arm, down her body over her back, her front, then onto her legs right down to her toes. I continued with the duster, missing her sweet delicious sexy parts on purpose, but seeking fully to arouse her sensuality. Once it appeared that I had managed this, I proceeded to do the same with a large eagle feather (well imitations bird feather), since the feather was a bit more ridge than the duster, I managed to get Joyce laughing, jerking, telling me to stop it was tickling her too much. Of course this was what I wanted to hear, I was making headway, the plan was beginning to unfold. I stopped my tickling, took a pair of scissors, then cut the shoulder straps of her bra, then un attached the clip, letting the bra fall away from her body. Boy did this action, result in a loud gasp and groan, she must have wondered wha!
t was going on at that point for sure, as there was that little cry Dougie NO!
Once more I moved around in front of her, this time place my hands on those wonderful, beautiful, sexy boobs of her, as I leaned in to kiss her and ask if she wanted to stop the game. Joyce hesitated this time, gasping a bit, perhaps fighting back tears I am not certain, then she quietly said no it was all right, again this reply was maybe given because I had my hands on her now very very hot tits.
I went back to using the feather duster, this time however not only covering most of her bare body but paying special attention to those young mammary glands, with the perky little nipples making certain that the duster floated every so lightly, gently over the tips of the nipples. You could see Joyce shivering as I passed the duster between, around, down and back up over her nipples, in her awkward stretched out position, the reaction was very noticeable. Before I took up the eagle feather, I took the scissors, running the cold metal all over Joyce, causing her to jerk even more, not realizing what it was that I was using, to create this effect. I ran the scissors down over her legs, bringing up inside her thighs, pressing the cold metal against her already quivering skin, then I slipped the panty material on one side between, every so slowly closing the blades together, cutting the material wide open. One side done, leaving me only with the other to do, Joyce's mind certa!
inly must have been rushing then for it was very easy for her to tell that the tightly held panties were now loose, falling away from the side of her body, even blind folded I am certain that a woman would be able to feel this slacking of sorts. As I closed firmly on the last of the material, Joyce's panties fell to the floor, her efforts to close the tops of her thighs was prevented by the binding of her ankles, she could not prevent the panties falling completely away from her nether parts, she was now stark naked, staked out high and wide in my St Andrews configuration. At that particular moment I was tempted to alter my plans a bit, as I already had the scissors in my hands, the area was effective very well presented, it would not have taken long to get some shaving cream and a razor, but as that was not what I had set things up for I quickly put the thought aside and proceeded with the tasks at hand.
Taking hold of the feather I began in earnest to attain the height of tickling where in Joyce would beg me to stop, before she had to pee. I had several other types of objects that I managed to use to keep up the continual agitation of her senses, bringing her to the boil then backing off, using my toys to caress her tits, her ass, her cracks, her throbbing cunt, moving up over her underarms, up to her wrist, then back down her side over her tummy, down just passing ever so delicately over her cunt, pushing my toys though her pussy hairs, tugging at them as they passed, down her inner legs back behind her knees, moving my tickle toys over every part of her body that was now completely exposed.
Just as Joyce began to cry Dougie Dougie, you are going to make me pee” I stopped abruptly letting her clam down, relax a bit, I could tell I was really getting to her, you could see the shine of liquid on her inner thighs, she was reacting positively to my manipulations. I once again placed my self in front of her, this time however cupping her warm moist cunt in my hand as I leaned in to kiss her, to ask her if she wanted to stop, to ask her if she wanted to continue to the end of the treat. Gasping at her breath she indicated that she was willing to go further, but that I would have to be careful because I had almost gotten her to the point where her system would need to pee. I backed away then, leaving her to regain her composure, and made a big effort to make sure she knew that I had left the area, stomping up the stairs I went with other things on my mind. Joyce realized was now that she was, hanging stark naked, exposed in the basement, I am certain that was a thou!
ght that was really active in her mind, I do not know as we never discussed it but, I can imagine the panic that may have been evident, when she heard the door bell ring (of course this was just me). Actually I had slipped out side to my neighbours who had a few kids playing in the driveway, to ask them for a favour.
There were five of them, young boys in their early years, exactly want I wanted, they were heavy on their feet, so I asked them to walk in to my place, making as much noise as they could with their feet, then asked them to go down into our garage which was about four steps down from the main floor, these four steps strategically placed at the top of the landing, where you could enter the garage, or if you wanted you could take the rest of the stairs down into the basement. If you were blindfolded, hanging out in the basement, you would not be able to tell at all where the feet were coming from nor where they were going to end up. If you knew your boyfriend, your lover, your present keeper, was into sexual games, that sometimes had you in compromising positions, I would imagine your adrenaline would be pounding, thinking that there was a horde of spectators coming down the stairs to take a look at you spread so proper on those St Andrews crosses.
I had nothing like this in mind, I certainly was not going to expose her in such a position to a bunch of young horny lads, and however the effect I wanted to create was just that. Once I had the boys stomping up and down the stairs, enough time to make it certain that it appeared they had come down many steps, I stopped them short, with in hearing distance of Joyce, I talked loud enough so that it appeared we were close by, then pulled out the newest catalogue of racing cars and asked if they liked what they saw. Well the Gees and Awws and holy cows and look at those that came out of the mouths of these boys was better that I could have every dreamed of, if you were blindfolded, hanging stark naked from the rafters, you could only imagine just what these hordes of what sounded like young males, was like, I am certain Joyce's humiliation was complete.
I thanked the boys for their co operation, having them once again stomp up the stairs and out the door, all the time with them saying this was just great, it was beautiful, what wonders there were there and things of the like manner, the boys of course referring to the sports car catalogues I had given them, but my blind folded Joyce completely unaware that it was not her they were speaking of. Once again I appeared in front of Joyce, again cupping her womanly wonder, this time finding it slopping wet, I mean slopping wet, I was certain she had cum, there was just so much liquid, this was not just a trifle bit of precum, this was cum, big time. Joyce did not respond to my kiss however, even when I slipped my finger right up inside her cunt, she tried in vain, to back away from me, so I released my grip and set up the last things with the intention of completing the task at hand.
This time I stripped naked also, as I was becoming more excited as I continued with the game, figuring I might as well get a bit more out of the event than originally planned. Taking up my tickling tools, I began very very slowly to trace the outline of Joyce's body with first the duster, moving it ever so gently, lightly, over her arms, down to the just below her arm pit then back up to her wrist, doing the same with the other arm. Letting the duster travel down the length of her body to her ankle, crossing over then coming up the other side, changing position I then moved the duster over her back rotating in simple circles down over her arse which she was now bucking back and forth trying to make solid contact with the duster, I pushed the duster down her arse crack, then through rubbing it up against her leaking cunt, moving it back a forth with a minimum of touching. I moved in front and continued to manipulate the duster between her legs, coating it with a slim film of !
liquid, then I dragged the duster up her body over her quivering tummy, up and over her tits, giving each of them equal time.
Now that we were in the final stages of my plan, I lingered not too long, bringing the duster up over her neck, caressing her face, lingering at her nose allowing her nostrils to inhale the sweet scent of sex that the duster emitted. Usually I provided a interval between the duster and the feather to create a bit of anticipation, but not this time as I continued with the duster moving it back up and over her arms, I picked up the feather, initializing this contact as far down as I could reach. Now for just a moment there were two tickling apparatuses roaming her body, the difference in Joyce's reactions was certainly evident, her quivering become erratic, she was gasping, sucking for air as I continued to roam over her body.
I picked up two fairly ridged brush like objects, I do not recalled the names for them but there were long thin like bristles on them, perhaps for teasing hair or something, in any case I had two of them, and from the last reaction I had gotten from Joyce when I used just one to roam over her naked body, these were going to be the teasers that completed the treat. I stepped in back of Joyce, then using both hands I began at the top of her wrists and moved downward, carefully avoiding any touching of her sex parts, I was not seeking to have her orgasm that was not the goal. The tickling intensified, Joyce was now gyrating her body in a frenzy, trying to move away, out of reach of the bristles that were roaming her body, unfortunately her predicament allowed not much manoeuvring room. She was getting very very close now, so I advanced, moving in towards her sweating body, I placed my cock length wise in her ass crack, so that her movements would provide me with complete fricti!
on. I began to concentre on tickling Joyce to the point of no return; it did not take that long. Before I knew it Joyce was almost screaming for me to stop, to stop before she peed her pants as she said (I guess in her situation she had forgotten she had no pants on), having no mercy I continued to tickle, until it became evident that her convolutions had gotten the better of her, all efforts exhausted she was going to be unable to control her body function, I could see this coming, and then it happened Joyce, let out a loud cry "I have to pee. I have to pee'". I cannot not stop " Oh Damn Oh Damn' immediately I dropped the bristle brushes and tugged at her blindfold pulling it loose, then I reached down between her legs to pull the folds of her vagina apart, to pull them wide open so that her stream of hot piss, would not just run down her legs, but could be directed in a more controlled manner.
Pee she did, I had never seen any thing like this, I mean yeah a guy can push it out form a full bladder in a heavy stream, but I had not up until that moment watched a young woman pour out her liquid piss in a like manner. Now there was the added factor, Joyce was able to watch herself pee, as I had moved a full length mirror in front of her, she could see herself pissing herself silly, hung up by her arms, her feet spread wide apart, a foreign set of hands holding her private parts wide open. The groans and moans that Joyce was making as she looked at herself in the mirror were associated with another perhaps more compelling events occurring inside her body. As the pee changed from a heavy hot steaming flow to a slower almost dribble like movement, she began to shake uncontrollably, this action of course doing wonders for my cock which was firmly imbedded in the crack of her arse. With my hands holding her vagina wide open, I forged ahead seeking out and flicking at her l!
ittle hooded bud at the same time pressing her arse closer to my body, then I also erupted, shooting hot cum straight up between our bodies cementing us together.
Joyce followed with an eruption or her own, coating my fingers with her own love juices, that sweet nectar that only she could provide, the aroma of sex filled the area, her sweet cherry blossom scent floating every where. I stood there holding onto Joyce, well actually holding her up as, once she came she let her body go loose, just barely supporting herself on her legs. Once I managed to compose myself a bit and get my throbbing cock to stop jerking, I realized that Joyce was now in a very precarious position, so I moved around in front or her once again, undoing the bounds that held her arms attached to the St Andrew crosses, letting her slump forward on to my body. I then detached her ankles so that she was able to move about freely, picking her up over my shoulder like one would a sack of grain, I lifted and moved her back to the finished part of the basement, carefully lying her comfortably on the old couch.
Leaving her for a moment in this position, I went for a basin of warm water, returning as quickly as possible so that I could begin to wash all traces of sweat from her sweet body. I paid special attention to her pussy and ass, spreading her legs wide so that I could clean off all my seed. I rubbed her ankles and wrists to rid her of any soreness that may have occurred, and then I proceeded to kiss each and every part of her lovely body.
My actions of course caused Joyce to respond once again, her little sounds and moaning giving her away immediately, as her body responded to my manipulations. It did not take long before Joyce was once again bucking her body against me, rocking and rolling in her attempts to make contact with my body. Pulling her legs up spreading her wide, I took the occasion to move myself forward and skewered her on my cock which has regain its length and hardness. I was certainly ready to go another round, and began pounding the living day lights out of Joyce. I gave no quarter, this time, I was doing this for me, I knew that time was running out as certainly someone would be arriving home almost any minute, so I was not going to waste time on any Tom foolery. I plunged my piston into her hot little box as fast and as furious as I could, my balls were slapping at her, making one hell of a noise, as I concentrated in getting my rocks off. Fortunately not all was lost, as Joyce must also !
have had an urgent need, for she met every one of my thrusts with one of her own, we were going at it like animals in heat, the purpose was to get off, not really to enjoy a love making experience. There was no sensual, lovemaking, no real consideration for the feeling of the other, just plain simple fucking, this was something that we did not do very often, most of the time we concentrated on building up one another's excitement, this was not at all along those lines. We grunted and groaned, pushed and pulled, until we peaked, Joyce released a stream of hot liquid that engulfed my cock, causing it to exploded into her, creating such pressure that a mixture of our love juices, squirted out of her cunt in a torrent, coating my balls, dripping all over the couch.
Then we crashed, I came down onto of Joyce, I am sure like a load of bricks, pushing her body into the soft couch cushions, smothering her almost completely, our body mashed
Together, cemented at our hips, a long plug stuck in a warm hole, held solidly by this hot sticky mixture of love juices. I am certain it was close to twenty minutes that we did not move, our hearts were pounding each meeting the beat of the other, our breathing interrupted only by soft kissing, as we hung on to one another enjoying the glow of after life. Once we began to move around a bit, my now soft rod, slipped from Joyce, allowing her reddened vagina lips to close, sealing what every liquid that was left, inside. It was then that we came to realize that we had better get a move on or risk getting caught, naked as jaybirds, laying about in a stupor. Joyce's undergarments were in threads, leaving her no choice but to be walked home with out much covering, her vest leaving a great deal of flesh exposed.
As we left my house, we passed by the boys who had stopped by earlier, they were still quite great full for the gift I had given them, and expressed their delight at the opportunity they had had, thanking me so very much for allowing them to see every thing. Joyce of course still unaware of just exactly what they saw, turned as red as a beet at hearing their comments. It was not until several weeks later that I explained to Joyce that the boys had not seen her naked, strung up in the basement, but that it had all been en elaborate charade on my part, in my attempt to have her think she had really been put on display and exposed to these young lads. We arrived at her place just on time, as her father had just entered the house, so we knew that we would have no time to fool around anymore as she would be expected for dinner almost immediately, and she still had to get by her parents in her semi dress so that she could put some underwear on before coming to the table. With t!
hat I left her at the door, kissing her passionately and took off back home.
As I stated in the beginning, every once in a while, I find myself rehashing some very fond memories, as I inspect the structures of these newer houses, thinking of just how much fun the kids of these day will be missing as there are no more St Andrew's crosses being used.
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