## Weekend Playground M/ff

Post by Mr Underheel » Sun Mar 23, 2014 2:24 am

Jon's roommates were gone for the weekend. No football game meant that everybody seemed to want to get away for a couple of days so the whole dorm was down to skeleton levels. He thought that he would have a quiet weekend of football on TV and studying. He had a 12-pack of beer that he would drink slowly as the hours passed. It would be a good time to recharge his batteries. Mid-terms were coming up, the first of his college career and he needed to prepare carefully.
Then, however came a knock at his door. He jumped up from his desk chair and opened it to reveal two little girls, two of his new friends, Lesley and Janet. They were cuter than cuter, tinier than tiny, almost twins at about 5' 1" tall and 100 pounds. Janet had shoulder-length blazing red hair and freckles; her breasts were nicely shaped but not overly large and she had a cute little round ass. Lesley, on the other hand, had long, straight blonde hair and her body was similar to Janet's except her boobs were a little more full than Janet's.
This day, they were both wearing their white t-shirts with blue, three-quarters length sleeves, shirts that bore the letters of the sororities that they were hoping to pledge. The tails of the shirts were not tucked into the snug blue jeans that beautifully covered their taut college butts. They were bare-foot and had big impish smiles on their faces. They each had a hand hidden behind their backs, but Jon did not notice that detail at the time.
"Janet! Lesley! I didn't know you were staying this weekend! I'm glad that you came over!" They were always very nice to him, nearly flirty, and they were always giggly when they were around him. He loved the attention that they gave him and had developed a bit of a crush on both of them, though Lesley appealed to him more, but not much more. Seeing the two of them there together both surprised him and turned him on.
"We wanted to...to see you, Jon." They walked deliberately toward him in a rather sultry way. "Come with us, won't you?" They each pressed a hand against his tummy and gently pushed him toward the bedroom.
His mind was racing. What were they here for? Were they going to strip him and just take him then and there? The both of them? Take his pants down and give him a blow job? Or--dare he think it--could they be here to tie him up? This flood of thoughts completely blurred his brain and he could not think logically. He would not resist, whatever it is that they wanted to do.
The next thing he knew he was laying on his back on the bed and the two girls were kneeling over him, still with one hand behind their backs. With their other hands they were unbuckling his belt, unbuttoning the fly of his jeans, and were taking down his fly. His hard cock was waiting there...right there...for their taking.
Suddenly they both laughed crazily and pulled shaving cream cans from behind their backs. They both aimed their cans at his crotch and pressed the buttons. Before he could react, his pants were covered with the white stuff and the girls shrieked in delight. They tossed the cans on the bed and started to get up to run away.
Jon sprang from the bed and was on them in a flash. He was not big enough to have played college football but, at 5' 10", 200 pounds, and thickly muscular from a high school filled with football, wrestling, and snow shoveling (by hand) nearly 200 inches of snow per year. This physique was more than a match for the two tiny girls and, before they knew it, they were pinned back to back by the iron pythons that were his arms. He squeezed them enough where they moaned in the middle of their uproarious laughter. "LET US GO! LET US GO! We didn't do anything!" They continued to laugh.
"Nothing? You did NOTHING? Really! Then what's this white stuff that's smeared all over the front of me. Oh, and now, all over YOU, too!" The shaving cream was smooshed all over the three of them. "You're not going to just squirt me like that and get away with it."
"Let us go, you brute!" Janet giggled as she said it. "What are you going to do to us, you bad man?"
Jon thought for a few moments. How would they react if he did what he really wanted to do? What might they think if he revealed the contents of the gym bag? He decided quickly to chance it.
"We're all going to sit down on the floor together, right here by the closet. Ready? Now. Squat." He lowered himself and them to the floor. With a bit of struggling he got them on the floor and, thanks to the flexibility that he had developed for wrestling, he got his legs around their waists in a scissors hold that, to the girls, felt like a steel trap. His arms were now wrapped around their upper bodies and were pressed hard into their soft breasts. He could just reach into his open closet from where they were.
He released his arms from them and leaned back into the closet, at the same time, tightening his leg grip around them. They had thought that they might escape at this point, and made a strong effort to break away. "LET US GO!" And they wriggled and struggled against him.
It only took him a moment to get the bag open and to pull out a very long coil of rope. The girls saw it and their eyes widened. With her mouth hanging open, Lesley said, "Why do you have THAT?"
"Have you ever read 'Lord of the Rings'? Sam's Gaffer told him to always have a bit of rope around because you never know when it might come in handy. Well, the Gaffer was right." Without another word, he doubled the rope on itself, made a big loop in it and pulled the first coil around their tummies. This coil was followed by four more double-wraps that succeed in tightly binding them back to back. "LET US GO! YOU BRAT!"
"No, I don't think so. You both need to be taught a lesson! I'll let you go when I'm ready." He pulled out another coil almost like the first and applied this one around their chests. Their were three wraps just below their breasts and two more above.
"You have all this rope because of Sam Gamgee? Uh-huh." Janet looked at him dubiously. She had already figured out why he had the rope because she had a collection of her own back at her room. She liked tying up both boys and girls but she never objected to being tied up herself. It would be necessary for her to resist him at this point as best she could, but without ever escaping. This isn't what she had expected would happen that night but she was not disappointed in any way!
When he pulled out two more coils, Lesley just had to ask, "What kind of kinky shit are you into? Are you one of those BDSM guys?"
"No, not really. Like I said, I just like to be prepared." He quickly had their ankles tied together as they sat there on the floor back to back. With two more lengths of rope, he tied Janet's right wrist to Lesley's left and then tied the other wrists in a like manner.
"Well...maybe I've tied up a girl once or twice. Anyway, you are my prisoners now. I have to figure out what to do with you next."
The girls struggled hard against the ropes mmmmffffing and uuuummmffffing all along the way. Janet was very turned on and was impressed by the rope work. She wasn't going to escape without help.
Lesley had heard about bondage and had read about it but had not been brave enough to ever mention it to the couple of boy friends that she had in high school. She had dreamed about being tied up but could not imagine how it might ever happy. And now, to have this happen out of the blue--and to be tied up buy a cute boy who she had a major crush on (Jon was right. She had been flirting with him for a couple of weeks) was a dream that was coming true!
Jon stood back and held his chin in his hand. "What am I going to do with two naughty little girls?"

### Re: Weekend Playground M/ff

Post by Gunnychicken » Mon Mar 31, 2014 11:35 am

oh please continue, its delightful so far.

### Re: Weekend Playground M/ff

Post by Lake Lover » Mon Mar 31, 2014 3:18 pm

How did I miss this for a week??
Good sentence construction and grammar with excellent spelling,
and paragraph breaks make it an easy read.
So far, its a nice story with a fun theme and sensible characters.
I know this is not an English short story class, but those writing skills
make Weekend Playground good.
I look forward to seeing more writing from you!

### Re: Weekend Playground M/ff

Post by Mr Underheel » Tue Apr 01, 2014 3:45 pm

Thank you so much for the compliment and encouragement! I'll work on the next installment shortly!

### Re: Weekend Playground M/ff

Post by Mister Mistoffelees » Sat Apr 05, 2014 12:11 pm

There's an old saying about the best things coming in small packages. It seems to hold true in this tale!...
Welcome to Snowden! Enter at your own risk...