Beryl’s Unexpected Arrival

Chapter 1 - Bound and Begging

I’m already naked and spread-eagled on the bed when Maddie locks the bedroom door behind her. Soft rope bites into my wrists and ankles, pulling my arms and legs wide so I’m completely open. My cock is already hard, standing up thick and leaking against my stomach, and every tiny shift of my hips only makes the rope dig in more.

She’s still fully dressed. Little white tank top, no bra, the thin fabric stretched over her small tits so I can see the outline of her nipples. Short denim shorts that ride high on her long legs. Bare feet. That half-smile she gets when she’s decided I’ve been bad and she’s going to take her time reminding me.

“Look at you, ” she murmurs, walking slowly around the bed. “All tied up and already dripping. Such a needy boy.”

She trails one fingernail down the centre of my chest, over my stomach, stopping just short of the base of my cock. The lightest scrape of her nail makes my hips jerk. She laughs quietly and does it again, this time sliding her fingertip along the underside of my shaft from balls to tip, collecting the clear bead of precum and bringing it up to her mouth. She sucks her finger clean while watching my face.

“Mmm. Tastes like desperation.”

She climbs onto the bed and straddles my waist, knees on either side of my hips, but she doesn’t sit on my cock. Instead she leans forward so her tank top brushes my chest and her mouth is close to my ear.

“You’re going to stay hard for me, ” she whispers. “You’re going to let me use that tongue as much as I want. And you’re not going to come until I say. Understand?”

I nod, already breathing hard.

Maddie shifts higher, knees either side of my head, and lowers herself until the crotch of her shorts is right against my mouth. The denim is warm and damp. She rocks her hips slowly, rubbing the seam over my lips.

“Lick.”

I open my mouth and press my tongue against the fabric. I can taste her through it already, salty-sweet and musky. She grinds down harder, using my face, the wet spot growing under my tongue. After a minute she reaches down, pops the button of her shorts and shoves them aside, pushing the thin cotton of her knickers out of the way too. Bare, slick pussy settles over my mouth.

“Properly, ” she says, voice lower now. “Get it all.”

I push my tongue up into her, slow and deep. She is already soaked. Her hands brace on the headboard as she starts to ride my face properly, rolling her hips so my tongue drags over her clit, then slides back to fuck into her. Every time I try to focus on her clit she shifts away, making me chase it. My cock is throbbing untouched, twitching against my stomach with every wet sound she makes on my tongue.

She comes the first time with a soft, shaky moan, thighs clamping around my head. Her pussy pulses against my mouth and I keep licking, slow and steady, while she rides it out. When she lifts up a little she looks down at me, cheeks flushed, eyes bright.

“Good boy.”

She slides back down my body until she’s sitting across my thighs. Her hand wraps loosely around my cock, too loose. She strokes me with just her fingertips, light and maddening, watching the way my stomach muscles jump.

“So hard, ” she murmurs. “So desperate already.”

She leans down and breathes over the head, lips almost touching, then pulls away the second my hips lift. A soft laugh. She does it again, hot breath, the barest flick of her tongue across the slit, then sits up and takes her hand away completely.

“Not yet.”

Maddie stands and slowly peels the tank top off. Small, perky tits, nipples tight. She shoves the shorts and knickers down her long legs and kicks them aside. Completely naked now, she climbs back over me and settles her pussy on my mouth again.

“Keep going. I’m not finished.”

I lick her through a second orgasm, slower this time, longer. She grinds down hard, soaking my chin and cheeks, moaning low and continuous. When she finally lifts off, my cock is so hard it hurts, the head dark and shiny with precum that has run down onto my stomach.

She sits beside me, one hand lazily stroking my chest while the other traces light circles around the base of my cock without ever closing into a proper grip.

“Look at the mess you’re making, ” she says softly. “All that precum and you still haven’t come. Poor thing.”

She leans down and gives the head one slow, wet kiss, tongue swirling once, then pulls back before I can thrust up into it. My whole body strains against the ropes. A desperate sound escapes my throat.

Maddie smiles, eyes dark with satisfaction.

“We’re only getting started, Stu. You’re going to stay right here, hard and aching, while I use that tongue as many times as I want.” She swings a leg back over my face and lowers herself again. “And you’re not coming until I decide you’ve earned it.”

My cock jerks helplessly in the air as her wet heat settles over my mouth once more.

Chapter 2 – Gagged, Blind, and Starving

Maddie stays straddled over my face for another long minute, rolling her hips so my tongue keeps sliding through her wet folds. When she finally lifts off, a thin string of her come stretches between my lips and her pussy before it breaks. She looks down at me, cheeks flushed, small tits rising and falling with her breathing.

“You’ve been such a good little tongue for me, ” she says, voice soft and pleased. “But I think it’s time we turned the volume down on you.”

She reaches over to the bedside drawer and pulls out the thick black gag, the one with the wide rubber bit that forces my mouth open. I watch her test the straps, then lean over me.

“Open.”

I open. She pushes the gag between my teeth and buckles it tight behind my head. The rubber fills my mouth completely; I can only make low, muffled sounds around it. She strokes my cheek once, almost gently.

“There. Much better. Now you can just focus on feeling everything.”

Next comes the soft black blindfold. She slips it over my eyes and ties it snug. The world disappears. All that’s left is the creak of the mattress, the sound of her breathing, and the heavy throb of my cock standing untouched against my stomach.

Her voice comes from somewhere near my hip.

“Listen carefully, Stu. You’re going to stay exactly like this, hard, dripping, and completely at my mercy. I’m going to play with this needy cock for as long as I want, and every time you get close I’m going to stop. Understand?”

I make a desperate noise around the gag. She laughs quietly.

“I’ll take that as a yes.”

Warm breath ghosts over the head of my cock. Then her tongue, just the tip, traces a slow circle around the ridge. I jerk against the ropes. She pulls back immediately.

“Uh-uh. Stay still.”

She does it again: a single wet lick from the base all the way up the underside, ending with a soft suck on the head that lasts maybe two seconds before she lets go. My hips try to follow her mouth. The ropes stop me. A thick drop of precum rolls down my shaft; I feel her finger catch it and smear it around the tip.

“You’re making such a mess already, ” she murmurs. “Look at you... oh wait, you can’t look, can you?” Another soft laugh. “Poor blind, gagged boy. Completely helpless.”

She climbs onto the bed again. I feel her straddle my thighs, then the hot, slick slide of her pussy along the length of my cock. She doesn’t put me inside, just grinds slowly, coating me in her wetness, the head of my cock rubbing through her folds and bumping her clit with every pass. Every time my breathing gets ragged she lifts off completely and waits until the urgency fades a little, then starts again.

“Feel that?” she whispers. “That’s how wet you make me when you’re all tied up and desperate. But you’re not getting inside. Not yet. Maybe not at all tonight.”

She shifts higher, and suddenly her pussy is back on my mouth. The gag makes it harder to work my tongue the way she likes, but she doesn’t care. She grinds down, using my face, her wetness dripping around the rubber bit and over my chin.

“Keep licking. Good boy... just like that.” Her voice goes breathy. “I’m going to come on this gagged mouth again, and you’re going to stay hard the whole time. No relief for you.”

She rides me through another orgasm, thighs trembling on either side of my head, soft moans spilling out of her. When she finally lifts off I can feel how soaked the gag and my chin are.

Then she’s back between my legs. Her mouth closes over the head of my cock, hot, wet, perfect, and she sucks slowly, cheeks hollowed, tongue swirling. My whole body tightens. The edge rushes up fast after so much teasing. Just as my hips start to shake she pulls off with a wet pop.

“Not yet, ” she says firmly. “You don’t get to come until I say. And I haven’t decided if you’ve earned it.”

She strokes me with one loose hand, too slow, too light, while her other hand cups my balls and rolls them gently.

“I could keep you like this for hours, ” she continues, voice low and conversational, almost like she’s thinking out loud. “Blindfolded, gagged, cock leaking all over yourself while I use your tongue and your face and this hard dick however I want. I could sit on you and come three more times and still leave you aching. Would you like that, Stu? Being my personal toy all afternoon?”

I groan around the gag, the sound broken and needy. She gives the head of my cock one more soft, lingering suck, then lets go completely.

“That’s what I thought.”

I feel her stretch out beside me on the bed, one warm hand resting lightly on my stomach, fingers occasionally brushing the base of my cock but never wrapping around it properly. Her breath is close to my ear.

“I’m going to rest for a minute, ” she murmurs. “And you’re going to stay exactly this hard for me. When I’m ready, I’m going to play with you some more. Maybe I’ll sit on your face again. Maybe I’ll just edge this poor cock until you’re shaking. Either way... you’re not coming anytime soon.”

My cock twitches hard against nothing, dripping steadily onto my stomach. The blindfold and gag leave me with nothing but the sound of her breathing and the relentless, unanswered throb between my legs.

Maddie strokes my chest lazily and whispers, almost sweetly,

“Good boy. Just stay desperate for me.”

Chapter 3 – The Doorbell

Maddie’s naked body is still pressed along my side, one warm hand resting lightly on my lower stomach, fingers occasionally brushing the base of my cock just enough to keep me twitching. I’m still blindfolded, still gagged, still dripping and aching from everything she’s already done. Every slow breath she takes makes the mattress shift under me.

Then the doorbell rings.

The sound cuts through the quiet like a knife. Maddie freezes.

“Shit, ” she whispers. “Shit, shit, shit.”

I feel her scramble off the bed. Drawers open, fabric rustles fast and panicked. She’s pulling clothes on in a hurry, I hear the soft slap of her feet on the floorboards, the quick zip of shorts, the stretch of a top being yanked over her head.

Her voice comes close to my ear, low and urgent.

“Stay quiet. Do not make a sound. They’re early, Mum and Grandma. They weren’t supposed to be here for another two hours. I’ll get rid of them as fast as I can.”

I make a muffled noise around the gag, half protest, half desperate need. She cups my cheek for half a second.

“I know you’re hard and desperate. Just... hold it. I’ll come back and finish what I started.” A quick, almost apologetic squeeze of my cock, too brief to give any real relief, then she’s gone.

The bedroom door clicks shut. Her footsteps hurry down the stairs.

I lie there in the dark behind the blindfold, arms and legs still stretched tight, cock throbbing in the cool air. Downstairs the front door opens.

Maddie’s voice, forced-bright: “Mum, Gran, hi. You’re early.”

Sally’s voice, warm and a little rushed: “I know, love. The doctor finished with Mum faster than we expected. No point sitting around the waiting room. We thought we’d just come straight over.”

An older woman’s voice, softer, slower, a little vague, Beryl. “Is Bill home? I need the toilet. This place still feels like mine...”

There’s a short pause. Maddie’s voice drops a notch, careful. “Grandpa’s not here, Gran. Remember? It’s just me living here now. And Stu stays over sometimes.”

Sally steers the conversation. “Come on, Mum, let’s get you sorted. Maddie, put the kettle on, will you? We’ll have a cuppa and some lunch. The appointment went fine, by the way, blood pressure’s better than last time.”

I hear them move deeper into the house. Footsteps toward the kitchen. The clink of mugs. The kettle starting to boil. Sally and Maddie talking in lower voices about the doctor, about how Beryl had been restless this morning, about how the house still smells the same as when Bill was alive.

Beryl’s voice again, closer to the stairs than the kitchen: “I need the bathroom. I know where it is. I’ve lived here forty years...”

Sally calls after her, “Mum, wait, let me help you, ”

But Beryl’s footsteps are already moving, slow and uncertain, along the hallway upstairs. The floorboards creak under her weight as she passes the closed bedroom door. I hear her murmur to herself, soft and confused.

“Bill always left the door open... why is it shut now?”

My cock gives a helpless twitch against my stomach. I’m still rock-hard, still leaking, still completely tied and silenced. Every sound from the hallway feels too close. The ropes dig into my wrists as I strain without thinking.

Downstairs the kettle clicks off. Maddie’s voice floats up, a little strained: “Tea’s ready. Gran? Mum, is she okay?”

Sally answers from somewhere near the stairs, “She’s just gone to the toilet, love. You know how she gets turned around sometimes. I’ll check on her in a minute.”

But the footsteps outside the bedroom don’t head toward the bathroom.

They stop.Right outside the door.

Chapter 4 – The Wrong Door

The bedroom door creaks open.

I can’t see a thing behind the blindfold, but I hear slow, careful footsteps. An older woman’s voice mutters to itself, soft and a little lost.

“Bill...? Why is the door shut today...?”

My pulse spikes. I try to shout through the gag, loud, urgent, but only a thick, muffled groan comes out. The ropes creak as I strain.

The footsteps come right up to the bed. The mattress dips. A cool hand settles on my bare stomach, then slides lower and wraps around my cock.

Beryl goes very still.

“Oh my...” Her voice is low, almost reverent. “Look at you. Completely naked. Tied spread open. And so hard... Jesus, Bill, you’re throbbing.”

She gives my cock a slow, testing stroke from base to tip, thumb smearing through the thick precum that has been leaking for over an hour. I jerk hard against the ropes. Another desperate noise rips out of me around the gag.

“Anyone could walk in and see you like this, ” she murmurs. I hear her stand, cross the room, and the solid click of the door lock turning. “There. Can’t have anyone interrupting.”

She comes back to the bed. Fingers find the edge of the blindfold and pull it off.

Light floods in. I blink hard. An elderly woman is standing over me, short silver hair, soft wrinkled face, cardigan, the faint scent of lavender. I’ve never seen her before in my life. She stares down at my naked body, eyes wide with open appreciation, lingering on my tied wrists, my spread thighs, and especially the thick, wet cock standing up against my stomach.

For a second her expression clouds with confusion. Then it clears a little.

“You’re not Bill, ” she says quietly. “Bill’s been gone a year. You’re... younger. Much younger.” Her gaze drops back to my cock and stays there. “God, look at the size of you. So hard it’s purple. Dripping all over yourself.”

I shake my head frantically, eyes wide, trying to speak around the gag, I’m Maddie’s boyfriend, please stop, get her, but only wet, muffled sounds come out. My hips twitch helplessly as her hand wraps around me again, tighter this time.

Beryl licks her palm slowly, getting it dripping wet, then starts stroking me with long, filthy pulls. The wet sound of her fist working my cock fills the quiet room.

“Mmm. Feel how slick you are. All that precum... you must have been edged for ages.” She leans closer, voice turning low and dirty. “I haven’t had a proper hard cock in years. Not since before they put me in that home. And now here’s a young one, tied down and leaking, just waiting to be used.”

She bends over me. Hot breath ghosts across the head, then her mouth opens and she takes me in. Soft, warm, wet. Her tongue swirls around the ridge while her hand strokes the shaft she can’t fit. She sucks greedily, making quiet, hungry little noises, spit running down my cock and over her fingers.

I thrash against the ropes, bed frame creaking, muffled shouts vibrating around the gag. She doesn’t stop. If anything she sucks harder, cheeks hollowing, one hand dropping to cup and gently squeeze my balls while the other keeps pumping.

She pulls off with a string of spit connecting her lower lip to the shiny head of my cock. Her eyes are darker now, almost sharp with intent.

“You’re going to stay nice and hard for Grandma, ” she says, voice thick. “I’m going to suck this pretty cock and play with it until I’ve had my fill. Maybe I’ll sit on your face next and make you lick me until I come. Or maybe I’ll just keep stroking and sucking until you shoot all over yourself... or down my throat.”

She spits directly onto the head of my cock, watches it run down the shaft, then wraps both hands around me and starts pumping in earnest, slow, twisting strokes that make my stomach clench.

“Such a thick, young cock, ” she murmurs, almost to herself. “All tied up and helpless. Mine to play with.”

Her mouth drops back down, taking as much as she can, sucking wet and messy while her spit-slick fists work the rest. I can only lie there gagged and spread, watching this stranger, this elderly woman I’ve never met, use my desperately edged cock like she’s been starving for it.

Downstairs the faint sound of teacups and conversation continues, completely unaware.

Chapter 5 – Taken by the Past

Beryl keeps sucking me like she’s been starving for it.

Her mouth is soft and wet and relentless, taking the head of my cock deep while both spit-slick hands twist up and down the shaft. Every few strokes she pulls back just enough to lick a long, messy stripe from my balls all the way to the tip, then sinks down again with a hungry little moan. The wet sounds are filthy in the quiet bedroom.

I try to turn my head away, but the gag and the ropes leave me nowhere to go. My thoughts are a mess of pure disgust and helpless need.

This is Maddie’s grandmother. I’ve never even met her. She’s seventy-five. She thinks this is okay. I should not be hard. I should not be this hard,

But I am. My cock is still rock-solid, darker and more swollen than it’s ever been after all of Maddie’s edging. Every time Beryl’s tongue swirls under the ridge a fresh pulse of precum leaks onto her tongue and she swallows it like it’s a treat.

She lifts her mouth off me slowly, spit stretching between her lip and the shiny head of my cock before it breaks. Her eyes are bright, almost feverish.

“Look at that, ” she whispers, voice thick and dirty. “Still so stiff. Still leaking for me. Bill never got this hard toward the end... not for years. Soft little thing, poor man. But you... God, you’re throbbing like a young stallion.”

She climbs fully onto the bed, knees either side of my thigh, and starts rubbing her clothed pussy against my leg while she strokes me with both hands. I can feel how warm she is even through her skirt. She grinds slowly, deliberately, using my thigh for friction while her fists pump my cock in long, twisting pulls.

Christ, she’s getting off on this. She’s actually wet. I’m tied up, gagged, and some old woman I’ve never seen before is using me like a living dildo and my cock won’t go soft,

A broken, muffled sound tears out of me. Half protest, half something darker. Beryl only smiles, slow and satisfied.

“That’s it... make those noises for Grandma. I know you can’t help it. You’re so sensitive after being teased, aren’t you? Poor thing. All that precum just running down my fingers.”

She spits into her palm again, makes her grip even wetter, and starts working me faster. The sound of her fist sliding over my cock is loud and lewd. Then one hand slides lower, past my balls. A single spit-slick finger presses against my hole, circles once, and pushes inside.

I jolt hard against the ropes, a sharp muffled cry vibrating around the gag. The finger sinks deeper, curling, rubbing that spot that makes my cock jump violently in her other hand.

“There we go, ” she murmurs, almost tender and filthy at the same time. “Bill used to love this too... but he never stayed this hard while I did it. You’re leaking even more now. Feel that? My finger all the way inside you while I stroke this thick young cock.”

She keeps the finger moving, slow, deliberate presses against my prostate, while her other hand pumps me in tight, wet strokes. Every few seconds she leans down and sucks the head hard, tongue flicking the slit, then goes back to watching my face as she works both ends of me at once.

My hips keep trying to thrust up into her fist even as my mind screams that this is wrong. The earlier hours of Maddie’s denial have left me so wound up that every touch feels electric. I hate how close I already am. I hate that my balls are drawing up tight. I hate that I can feel the orgasm building whether I want it or not, and that her finger inside me is pushing me even closer.

Beryl seems to sense it. Her strokes slow, become more focused right under the head where I’m most sensitive, while her finger keeps rubbing that spot inside me with steady pressure.

“You’re getting so close, ” she pants, grinding herself harder against my thigh. “I can feel this cock twitching. Bill never twitched like this... never stayed this rigid for me. You’re going to give Grandma every drop when I decide... but not yet. I want to enjoy this a little longer.”

She keeps me right there, stroking, fingering, occasionally sucking the head, never quite letting the pressure ease, never quite tipping me over. My whole body is trembling against the ropes, muffled desperate sounds spilling continuously around the gag. Precum is pouring out of me in a steady stream, coating her fingers and running down onto my stomach.

I’m right on the razor edge, shaking, when I hear it,

Footsteps on the stairs. Two sets. Moving quickly.

Beryl doesn’t stop. Her fist keeps working my cock, her finger still buried in my ass, rub

Chapter 6 – Caught

The door handle rattles hard again.

Maddie’s voice, sharp with worry: “Gran? The door’s locked. Are you in there? Mum, she’s in the bedroom, ”

Sally’s voice joins her, louder: “Mum, open the door. Can you hear me? Maddie, does she still have a key for this room?”

Beryl doesn’t answer them. She only looks down at my face, eyes dark and intent, and tightens her fist around my cock.

“They’re going to come in soon, ” she whispers, almost excited. “But not before you finish for me. Bill never stayed this hard... never leaked this much... never twitched like this when I had a finger in him.”

Her finger presses deeper, rubbing that spot inside me in firm, steady circles while her spit-slick hand pumps my cock in short, focused strokes right under the head. The dual sensation is overwhelming. Every muscle in my body is locked tight against the ropes. I’m shaking, muffling broken sounds around the gag, so close it hurts.

This is so fucking wrong. She’s my girlfriends’s grandmother. I’ve never met her. I should not be about to come,

But the orgasm is already past the point of stopping. The hours of Maddie’s slow, deliberate denial, the blindfold, the gag, the endless teasing, crash into the wet fist and the finger buried in my ass. My back arches hard off the mattress. A long, raw, desperate groan vibrates around the rubber as the first thick rope of cum erupts out of me with almost violent force, striping high across my stomach and chest. Beryl keeps stroking, keeps pressing that spot inside, and the second pulse hits even harder, heavy and hot, spilling over her knuckles in long, unbroken spurts. My whole body seizes and shudders against the ropes; another thick jet, then another, the release so intense it borders on pain after being held back for so long. Cum keeps pumping out of me in heavy waves until it’s running down my sides and pooling on the sheet beneath me. I’m still twitching, still spilling weaker pulses, when the last of it finally eases.

Outside the door the handle rattles again, harder.

“Gran, open this door right now!” Maddie sounds properly scared. Keys jingle. Metal scrapes in the lock.

Beryl finally eases her finger out of me and gives my spent, oversensitive cock one last slow stroke, spreading the thick mess down the shaft. Just before the lock clicks she looks straight into my eyes and gives me a small, deliberate wink, quick, knowing, completely clear-headed.

The door swings open.

Maddie and Sally freeze in the doorway.

I’m still tied spread-eagled, gagged, chest heaving. My cock is still semi-hard, shiny and dripping the last of that massive orgasm onto the already soaked skin of my stomach. Beryl is sitting between my spread legs, one cum-slick hand still wrapped loosely around me, the other resting on my thigh. The whole room smells thickly of sex.

Beryl’s expression changes the instant she sees them. The sharpness leaves her eyes. Her face softens into something vague and confused. She looks down at her hand on my cock as if noticing it for the first time, then up at her daughter and granddaughter with wide, bewildered eyes.

“Oh... oh dear, ” she says, voice suddenly fragile and uncertain. “I... I thought it was Bill. He used to let me... when he was younger he’d get so hard and ask me to... I must have got confused again. This is the boy’s room now, isn’t it? Maddie’s boy...”

She slowly lets go of my cock and wipes her sticky fingers on the edge of the sheet, still playing the part of the confused elderly woman who wandered into the wrong memory. But when Maddie and Sally both step forward at once, Beryl glances back at me for half a second and the corner of her mouth twitches, another tiny, private wink only I can see.No one speaks for a full second. The only sound is my muffled, ragged breathing through the gag.