SOFT TARGET part 2

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SOFT TARGET – Part 2
Jimmy had obviously looked around well in the bathroom. When Claire pulled down the towel and I had stepped aside, we saw his hardened willy in a beautiful soft wrapping. Claire and I watched it and each other bemusedly, Claire with something triumphant in her eyes. It must be one of the “soft tools” she had been talking about before and which she had left in the bathroom for him to find and to try on. And he had done it! I held my stole very tightly around his waist and was thrilled by his handsome figure, obviously strong and healthy, but also kind-of ready for surrender out of pure perplexity. Such a perfect boy for a playmate! Again I had to hug Claire for this marvellous catch. He was really tender and didn’t even try to free himself, looking at us in mere fascination while we kissed and Claire embraced me with her woolly arms.
Then we turned to Jimmy again, telling him how handsome he was and embracing and kissing him franticly. After a few hot minutes we left him standing in the middle of the room while we landed ourselves on the sofa, observing and keeping him trapped in our eye beams. I noticed we both had our mouth half open, seemingly ready to devour the poor guy. And of course, he had to blush his head off.
“Okay”, said Claire, “let me get my very special sweater for you to see and to feel. You deserve it because you are really sweet and handsome!” A few seconds later she was holding it up for him and me.

“And? Do you still want to feel it?” she asked Jimmy, looking at her cap which he still had in his hand. We saw his painful hesitation both on his face and lower down and just waited keeping him fixed with our eyes. Then he sighed deeply, pulled the cap over his face and spread his arms saying: “Please, let me feel it now. The two of you with this wool …. I don’t understand what’s happening to me, but please let it happen.” His hands moved over his covered face and over my stole, while he mumbled: “My skin … desperate … your softness … warm tickles”. And he did a few hesitant steps to where Claire had been standing with her corded cardigan. But she had already walked around him and was now following Jim till he would hit the wall or stop before that. He obviously could not see a thing and soon stopped when he didn’t find what he was expecting. “Where are you Claire?”, he cried while Claire was standing right behind him holding the beautiful cardigan behind his back with the sleeves stretched the same way as he was now holding his arms in despair. It was a beautiful sight and I took a few marvellous pictures to remember. Then Claire did a step forward and gently folded the fluffy material around him. Jim shivered but didn’t move while Claire was caressing him through the soft material. I could see how his knees started shaking while Claire held the opening of one sleeve against his fingers. “Yes, put your arm inside it”, she said. He did and she then helped him with the other one. He really looked sweet while she closed the cardigan with a nice knot on his hip. Then she stepped back and said: “Isn’t this nice and soft and warm and prickly, Jim? You may caress yourself now as you know better than us how you want this sensation to move about your body. We love to look at you while your wool-covered hands go all around”. So he did, holding the sleeve-ends between his fingers. Claire landed herself next to me on the sofa and started cuddling me while we looked at Jim stroking himself and slowly carrying himself away in the process. Great to watch and we also got more and more aroused while cuddling each other.
Then I couldn’t stand it any longer, got up, undid the knot in his cardigan and got a firm grip of his erected, softly wrapped little part that had been pointing to us the whole time. Again a shiver went through his body and he folded his arms around me seeking support more than anything else. We heard him moan while I swayed my stole loosely around his neck and started pulling him gently through the room. Claire also got up and showed me the way to her bedroom, where the fluffiest bedcover I had ever seen in my life was waiting for us in the distance.
I now started to push rather than pull Jimmy where I wanted him and very soon he fell backwards onto the bed with me on top. Under me I felt he was about to cum, but for that I wasn’t ready at all. Instead, I really longed for his friendly face again, his sweet eyes and soft lips. So I got op to sit on his thighs and asked him softly to take off his hood. That shouldn’t be difficult, as Claire had this time not fastened it around his neck. And he did. Not only Claire and I could now enjoy his beautiful face, and saw how much he seems to be in trance from what had happened to him. But also, he could see us again which must be pretty overwhelming. In that mood I was: to overwhelm this soft young man. So I bent forward to let my hands rest heavily on his arms while my long hair tickled his face. With one hand I was still holding Claire’s yellow stole around his neck and now I put one of the ends in my other hand. I don’t know what Claire was doing behind my back, but I felt that the legs I was sitting on were a bit restless and I moved up a bit, now sitting on top of his throbbing device, very exiting to both of us, but still I wasn’t ready for him to cum just like that. While his hands were franticly sweeping my sweater I hopped a bit further, now sitting on his stomach and leaving his thing behind me in the air. That was much better and it felt great making myself heavy on his belly. Then I gently took his arms, swayed them to the bed and put most of my weight on them. Again I hopped forward a bit, now making myself comfortably heavy on his breast and arms. Bit by bit I brought my body closer to his face until my ‘lower lips’ were touching his facial ones, right through my black suit and underpants. I wished I had been able to take those off before, but things had gone too fast during the last few minutes. Even so, I was really getting hot and wet, while I pushed and wiggled myself against his mouth.
He responded by kissing vehemently, sucking and anything else a mouth can do against soaked cotton. Jimmy’s sweet action soon got me where I wanted to be, almost suffocating him in my wild ecstasy to heavenly satisfaction. When I opened my eyes I saw his red-hot face below me between my thighs and I started to spread my arms over his, wanting to put my hands into his. How I loved this man! Only when his moaning suddenly turned into a desperate, muffled scream and he franticly started to try and liberate himself from under my weight, I realised I was still holding the stole in both hands and that I was about to strangle him if I would continue with what I was doing. I felt my power and was both thrilled and scared by it, brought back my hands to a more relaxing position for both of us and kissed him on his forehead. By that time Claire was kneeling next to the bed and stroking one of the hands that I had been trying to reach a moment before. She used a soft mitten as well as a corner of the cardigan to make him feel comfortable. I saw her long sleeved mitten gradually enclosing his fingers, his palm and wrist and underarm and then she gently tied the beginning of the soft cord of the sweater around his wrist. My sleeve was in-between, so Jim couldn’t see what I was seeing. And while I let my long hair play over his face and he was concentrating on feeling it slip over his lips, she fixed the long and soft tail end of the cardigan to the bed frame. I could see how she secretly reinforced it by a fur-lined cuff that was already fixed to the bedside. Clever girl! Then she beckoned me to get off the poor bloke and relax. So I got off and lied down with my head on his arm and kissed my darling on his cheek and ear, while slowly fondling him with the stole on his breast and tummy. This is when Jimmy wanted to embrace me and discovered one of his hands was tied. This was also the first time I realised that Claire had secretly fixed his ankles to the bed. When I had earlier felt those movements of his legs, she must have given him similar cuddles and a pair of warm socks of the same material as these mittens, followed by the same cuffs. He must have been too busy with me on top of him so that he didn’t notice what had happened right at his foot-end.
When Jimmy came to realise what had happened to him he panicked and with his one remaining free hand he grabbed my hair, shouting: “Claire, let me free or…”, but the cruel girl just laughed and put her wool-covered hand on his mouth. “You, little Jimmy are going to be our lovely toy for the next few hours and I know you like it.” She carefully freed my hair from his hesitant hold and then grabbed his nicely packed penis, played a bit with it until he came, removed the wet wrapping and put it in his mouth. Before he realised, the strings that had held it on its earlier place were now around his face and firmly tied to keep him silent. There wasn’t much he could do, even with his one free arm inside the soft sleeve of Claire’s cardigan. While I was relaxing, to recover from the earlier excitement, Claire was full of action. She played wildly with Jim’s one remaining free arm, giving him alternative sensations of strength, tickly wool and surrender. There were moments he could really have got her into a painful hold, but either he lacked the insight, instinct or experience of wrestling, or he was just too sweet.
After some time, Claire took the long, soft band that was attached to the other corner of his cardigan and tried to wind it around his wrist before fixing it to the bedside. Both Jim and I realised what she was after and I encouraged him to resist this trick and now he really put on a fight. I promised him a reward for each minute he’d manage to keep her off. And I started counting. Under my cheers Claire really had a hell of a job fixing his arm, and once in a while she looked at me with anger. But I felt loyalty to both of them and enjoyed watching this little fight. After twenty minutes I could see Jim getting wearier than Claire, who could of course spread her energy over both arms and the rest of her well trained body. She could easily have grabbed his balls or choke him under her weight in order to make him surrender, but it was good she didn’t. I would certainly have defended my boy. She maintained a high standard of fair play and after another five minutes I could declare her the winner as our Jimmy had become completely immobilised by her knots and cuffs.
We now got up from the bed and watched the beautiful scene of the naked young man, spread out on the black, mohair bed cover, his feet in fluffy socks tied to the bed frame and his arms still inside the sleeves of the red cardigan, which was spread out under him, with the two ropes at its corners tied first around the mittens and then to the bedside. The only thing I didn’t like so much was that gag: I’d rather see his beautiful mouth that had treated me so well before….
By that time Claire and I were only dressed in tiny, hairy boleros, just enough to keep our shoulders warm, which was all we needed anyway.
“You surrender?” Claire asked while she let my scarf tickle his face and he nodded a yes. Then she asked, looking at his now beautifully bare little friend, “Do you like it?” He didn’t have to nod, as his member already answered on his behalf. Then I asked him, whether he could promise to keep quiet after we took off and out his mouthpiece. And again he agreed. He’s such a sweet boy! So I took it away and was really happy to see his complete face again. Then I told him that I had counted twenty five rewards for him. He’d get them in the course of this evening as long as he behaved well. His first reward would be a new decoration for his little friend, pleasing to both him and us. It would save him a lot of energy by conserving his load and would keep us happy while riding. Claire got it from her soft tools kit and carefully put it on. And then she really got wild on top of him! Her desire must have been building up tremendously while I was having my go. While watching her I felt my own arousal and could hardly wait for my turn. When I had my second ride, this time with his stick inside me, she joined me in the position I had before and the two of us came in unison: time for a break.
Although he had consumed some of my rewards in the process we decided to give him more and free both his arms. Between the three of us we agreed this counted as a double reward. We intuitively knew that he would not cause trouble. Besides, his ankles were still firmly fixed to the bed. We were right, as he immediately started to tenderly caress and embrace both of us. More often than not he did so through the soft wool of our little cardigans. At this point he had become totally enchanted by this hairy fabric.
Claire prepared something for us to eat and drink and then we fell asleep, hugged together over Jimmy’s chest. We didn’t sleep for long, though. And when I woke up I realised that Jimmy had a few more credits to go. So, after many more cuddles and kisses, and a final ride for each of us, we freed his member to let him cum by himself, watching and cheering him. Then Claire freed his ankles and he staggered to the bathroom to have a shower. At breakfast Claire and I had put on our long, warm sweaters while Jimmy had come back from his shower happily free and naked. We didn’t mind and had a really nice chat with him, reliving the games we had played. At one point he even went on his knees, putting his head on our laps to thank us for this sensational night. He also said he’d love to stay with us for ever, but after some frank explanation by Claire (which I half-heartedly supported) he accepted that this would not be a good idea. Then it was time to go so Claire asked him to put her cap over his face again. He could keep it, the special red cardigan and the still wet willy holder as souvenirs of this great night together, his last three remaining credits from the gallant fight he had put up last night. He happily accepted these and we drove him back to the town centre where we kissed each other goodbye. On the way back Claire asked me when I’d be ready for the next catch. I just smiled.
The end!
Wollywolly

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