From: nogarder@ix.netcom.com(*** )
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: Colleen's Three Way Adventure (MFF, bd, threeway)
Date: 11 Jan 1996 21:33:10 GMT

		    Colleen's Three Way Adventure

	You take my hand and lead me across the large, dimly-lit,
unfamiliar apartment into an even darker room. I can barely
distinguish the outlines of a brass bed in the corner. You push a
switch and the room fills with a soft, warm light. We walk toward the
bed. I take off my over-sized black T-shirt, and I am naked underneath
except for the gold chain around my neck.

	You gently push me onto the bed, tie a silk scarf around my
left wrist, and tie the scarf to the bed-post. You move over me on the
bed and tie up my right wrist. You kiss me gently on the lips and
stroke my hair for a while.

	Then you move down and tie my ankles to the two posts at the
foot of the bed. I am filled with a strange mixture of feelings:
expectancy, helplessness, tension, fear, and surging, overflowing
desire. I turn my head toward the wall, close my eyes, and lightly
bite my lower lip.

	I tie your right ankle to a bed post. The silk scarf gently
brushes against your silky flesh. And I can feel uncontrollable desire
rising within me. I then tie your left ankle. I bend down and softly
kiss your foot. Inside the arch at first, then I let my tongue slide
between your toes. Back and forth. You begin to strain against the
scarves. A gasp. I move upward along your leg, dropping kisses as I go
along. It's an interminable journey that ends up where your wonderful,
smooth... But not yet. I lick your clitoris once, ever so furtively.
And move on.

	Your breasts. Firm, perfect half-spheres. Your nipples. Very,
very hard. I gently kiss one, then the other. I lean on you, pin you
down as you lie naked, defenseless, spread-eagled. I suck on your
nipple. You turn toward me. Then toward the wall. Then back. A
giggle. A sigh. A gasp. I suck, lick, kiss, then... lightly... bite
just once. You shriek. But your wet lips and misty eyes tell me you
want me, just as much as I want you. I start licking you. Just one
long, long lick. From your nipple... to your arm pit... along your
arm... the palm of your hand (You're in mine. I love it.)... I suck
your fingers one by one. You tug and strain. The old brass bed won't
let go. You smell of desire.

	I am made of desire. It is as if everything else has
disappeared. I want you, I keep wanting more of you. I keep wanting
more of everything you do, but you move on. You leave me up there, on
the edge of a scream. I want to hold on to you, to guide your hands,
your mouth, but I am helpless. I strain against the scarves, and
thrust my hips forward. You pin me back down. I feel your finger
between my labia, gently stroking while your mouth slides up my belly.
You kiss my breasts, and give my left nipple another gentle bite. I
want to scream but you won't let me do even that. You cover my mouth
with your lips. My scream becomes a long, helpless moan.

	I slide my tongue into your mouth, our tongues meet for a
moment, then you pull away from my lips. I beg you with my eyes.
"Please don't," I whisper, "please, I want to kiss you." But you won't
listen. I close my eyes again. Your finger is joined by your thumb.
You stroke my vulva rhythmically, giving my clit an occasional gentle
squeeze. I begin to move my hips to your rhythm... I am ready to
explode.

	Then, suddenly, you are gone. I open my eyes and search for
you among the shadows. You are leaning against the farther wall, your
arms crossed, watching me with a not-so-gentle smile on your lips. I
writhe madly. I can't bear the helplessness anymore. I beg you with
all my might to come back to me. But to no avail.

	I leave you to your misery and go to the kitchen. I come back
with an ice cube and show it to you. Your eyes show you know what is
to come. I hold the ice cube with the tip of my fingers, just above
your smooth, velvety pussy.

	As it melts slowly, I watch a drop form underneath, then
before it can drip I run the ice cube over the puffy outer lips of
your pussy, this causes you to try to pull away but you cannot. I
slowly run the cube up and down your slit, careful not to go to deep
yet. I feel you shake both from the cold and from excitement as I hold
the ice cube to your clit. Your pussy is getting all wet, part from
the melting cube but mostly from the juices that are flowing from
within you. The cold has made the blood flow to your clit making it
stand up hard and red. You moan as I move the cube around the swollen
shaft.

	I remove the cube just before you cum. This has made me very
very hard and I sit across your stomach with my cock pointed toward
your head. I pull my balls back and down causing my cock to stand out
even harder. I move up and put the tip of my cock at your lips and
slowly slide it into your mouth. I feel you try to take as much of me
into your mouth as you can.

	I hold your head and slide in and out of your mouth. I peek at
your outstretched body. Very, very naked. Very, very taut. Your wrists
fastened to the bedposts, your hands in helpless fists. Your ankles
tied to the bedposts, stretching the scarves. Your hips imperceptibly
arching, heaving, your bare pussy swollen and beckoning.

	I catch you looking at me. This will not do. I reach for
another scarf and gently blindfold you. You want to protest, but with
me in your mouth, you can only moan. I continue to thrust in and out.
Your tongue... your tongue... How do you do that... ? I am losing
control. Shall I come? Not yet. I slow down. You want to keep moving,
but I don't let you.

	The time is approaching. I slide out of you and move back, all
the way to the edge of the bed. I stare at you. Your mouth half open,
wet, glistening. Your chest heaving up and down. Your hips trying so
desperately to move... and so unsuccessfully. I caress your legs,
brush against your pussy (you are so wet!), cup your breasts (they are
so hard!). You moan. The time is here. I love you. I want you. Now.

	I squirm and writhe desperately while I try to figure out what
is to happen to me next You have moved away, I can't see you. I cannot
take this anymore. I want you inside me. Now. You pull off my
blindfold. You are on top of me once again. Our lips meet.

	I have an uncontrollable urge to wrap myself around you... my
arms around your neck, my legs around your waist... But I can't. I
writhe and press my pelvis against you, instead. You slide inside me
in one smooth easy thrust. For a moment, I feel myself forced open...
you are so hard and so thick...

	We continue to kiss passionately as you thrust inside me. Your
rhythm quickens. I feel a wet warmth start up around my pelvis and
slowly envelope my whole body. I feel like a stretched bow, ready to
snap. You raise yourself on your hands, thrusting deeper and harder. I
can feel the tension building up inside you, your eyes closed, your
head thrown back.

	A scream escapes my mouth with the first convulsion, and is
muffled as you gently press your hand over my mouth. I hang there for
a few seconds, in sheer torment, unable to move as my instincts urge
me to, and then the rest of the orgasm comes, so violently that I can
feel tears running down my eyes. You tense up, let out a long moan as
you come. I respond to every move you make inside me with yet another
convulsion. How long does it take? I really don't know but by the end,
I am almost unconscious. You lower your body over mine, breathless. We
stay like that for a while, again, I have no idea how long.

	Then, you get up and untie me.

	As I curl up in your arms, in a swoon, I am already more than
half way into planning my revenge.

				* * *

	It is Saturday evening and we have just finished a fabulous
meal. You have prepared a feast fit for kings and the romantic
candle-lit dinner has left us both in the mood for a little after-
dinner fun.

	"Come on," I say, "Let's go play." You give me your coy,
little-girl smile.

	"Yes Sir," you say.

	You follow me meekly into the bedroom. You aren't sure quite
what to expect as I have made each evening an experience of the
unexpected. I have arranged our room with soft lights, and arranged
the bed so that you can fall right onto it.

	Very, very tenderly I start to remove your clothing, kissing
each part of you as it comes into view. First your blouse drops to the
floor and you feel my hot breath as I kiss your neck and shoulders.
You moan softly as I give you a gentle bite. I am standing behind you
and you lean back against me as I reach around to undo the front clasp
on your bra. The lacy covering slides down your arms and falls to join
the silk blouse.

	You stretch your hands up behind your head and you hold
yourself there to expose your breasts fully to me. You know that I
love seeing you in this position better than any other.

	My hands move softly across your smooth skin, stroking it and
moving in ever smaller circles toward your already hard nipples. You
secretly hope that I'll pinch them but I do not. Instead, they feel
the same soft gentle caressing that the rest of you receives.

	My hands move lower now, stroking your belly and you close
your eyes to better experience the feeling as my fingers undo the
clasp to your skirt. It falls away from you revealing your pale blue
silk panties. They are one of your favorite pairs and you know that
they look great on you.

	You feel me turning and you turn also, still with your hands
up behind your head.

	"Open your eyes," I whisper.

	You look to see us reflected in the full length mirror in our
bedroom. Your long lanky body is stretched out as though attached to
me. Your breasts are flattened against your chest and are topped with
your long brown nipples which are already getting hard. You see me
slowly sink to my knees behind you and start to slide your panties
down your legs. Your shaven pussy and its long slit is slowly
revealed. You step out of your panties, now completely naked before
me.

	My hands guide you to the bed lying you down on your front and
making sure that you are comfortable. You surrender your body totally
to me. You feel my large strong hands touch your feet. They are
drenched in warm oil.

	"Mmmmm," you say.

	Starting at your toes, I slowly move all the way up your legs
to your bottom. Over and over I rub your legs until all the knots are
out. This is totally unexpected but wonderful. From your legs, I move
up and start massaging your bottom. The feeling is glorious. You feel
my fingers dig deep into the tissue releasing all the tension you have
bottled up in your body.

	Now my hands massage your back in long, strong strokes from
the small of your back all the way to your neck. You allow your body
to relax like a rag doll and the hot-oil massage begins to sink in. By
the time I am done with your back, you are almost asleep.

	You offer no resistance when I turn you over to begin on your
front. I start with your temples and move down your face. You have
never had it so good. The massage continues down your body, firmly
massaging your arms and fingers and then moving back up to your chest.
The hot oil is softly worked into your breasts and nipples and then
lower down to your belly and finally you feel your legs being spread
apart to receive the last of the massage and oil on the lips of your
pussy.

	The whole process has taken perhaps a couple of minutes. You
are totally relaxed and more than a little turned on. You open your
eyes and stretch your hands out to me.

	"Come here," you say in a husky voice.

	I shake my head, smiling. I hold up several silk scarves.

	"Can I use these on your?" I ask.

	You look up into my eyes while a shiver runs through your
belly.

	"O.K.," you whisper.

	My hands are very gentle as they tie your wrists to the head
of the bed. One scarf becomes a gag and your mouth opens wide to offer
yourself submissively to it. Now that you are truly helpless, you feel
your pussy starting to get very wet. You are totally relaxed, but the
anticipation of what may happen next is very exciting.

	I sit down beside you and begin playing with your slippery
nipples. I drip more hot oil on them and begin rubbing it in. You feel
my fingers pinching the nipples only to have them escape by slipping
though my fingers. You close your eyes, enjoying the constant
stimulation.

	All of a sudden you hear the doorbell ring. The loud sound has
you start and your body tries to get up before it remembers that it is
attached to the bed. "Shhhhh," I say softly. "Relax. I'll be back in a
minute." I leave the room with you still tied to the bed and
helplessly gagged. I seem to be gone a long time before I return.

	When I walk into the room, you are a little relieved and then
you see that I am followed by your friends; Bill and Marge! You pull
frantically at your bonds trying to get up. Bill and Marge have never
seen you in anything else but your Sunday best. Bill is grinning
wildly at your exposed body and Marge looks a little shocked.

	It is obvious from your position exactly what is happening
here. Because of the gag you can't even speak to them. Marge is
standing at the end of the bed and is trembling a little as she looks
at you carefully. `Perhaps she is wondering what it would be like for
her?', you think to yourself. I am sitting down beside you again and
you close your eyes in embarrassment.

	"She loves being dominated," you hear me say and despite
yourself, you feel your face blush red. "I have had her dominated by
both men and women. I gave her a massage a little while ago before I
tied her up. I think her body looks tremendous when it's covered in
oil. Her nipples are my favorite. Do you see how hard they are. Look
at this, she loves them to be pinched very hard."

	You feel my fingers at your nipples pulling them hard away
from your body. You are unable to contain a moan at the sensation.
Your eyes open to see Marge and Bill looking at you closely. You
notice that Marge is breathing heavily and looks a little flushed
herself.

	Marge says, "I think we should go."

	"Please don't," I say, "She's actually turned on by your being
here. Maybe you could do something for her. Could you put these on
her nipples?"

	Marge looks at the nipple clamps with her eyes wide apart.
"What are those?" she says in wonder.

	"They're called nipple clips," I say.

	Marge takes them in her hand to examine them.

	"Don't they hurt?" she asks.

	"Sure, a little," I say, "but she really likes them."

	Marge looks at you questioningly. "Do you really?" she asks
in a small voice.

	You nod your head. She moves slowly over to the side of the
bed and I move aside. She sits down beside you and takes one of the
clips in one hand. Her fingers are shaking as they pull one of your
nipples up and away from your breast to attach the clip to it. Your
eyes close and you moan at the sensation. You feel the other nipple
being pulled and pinched as Marge attaches the other clip to it. You
have never been so embarrassed as right now. You feel Marge standing
up and you open your eyes to see both Marge and Bill looking at your
body.

	"Look Honey," says Bill, "her pussy's completely shaved!"

	You feel my hands gently opening your legs and you try to keep
them closed.

	"Bill," I say, "would you please tie her other knee like this
one?"

	Between the two of us your knees are now tied wide apart thus
exposing your embarrassingly wet pussy lips. My fingers pull your
tender pussy lips wide apart to further expose you to your friends.

	"One of the things she enjoys best," I say, "is to be
punished. Take a look at some of these pictures."

	You see me take out our private album and show the pictures of
you being spanked just like a little girl. The album contains graphics
pictures of you and despite the already exposing position you are now
in, you find yourself embarrassed again. Bill is standing just behind
Marge as they look through the album together. You can see that Marge
is turned on by the photographs and you see Bill's hands reach around
her to play with her breasts.

	She leans back against him and allows him to undo her blouse
and slip his hands in to hold her firm breasts. They stop at one
picture in particular.

	"I'll be attacking her like that in a few minutes," I say, "I
figure that I'll give her a good spanking until her bottom is pink and
then I'll use her vibrator on her until she comes while hanging there.
Do you like using a vibrator Marge?"

	Marge looks down submissively as she whispers yes. Your
vibrator is on the table beside you. You see me pick it up and hand it
to Marge. Her blouse is now completely open and Bill completes the job
by removing it from her shoulders to reveal her trim breasts topped
with tiny pink nipples.

	"Here Marge," I say, "play with her with it. Just don't let
her come yet."

	Marge turns on the toy and begins touching your hot, oiled
body with the humming instrument. She starts at the inside of your
bound knees and works her way upward. Soon you are straining to be
touched directly on your pussy but Marge won't allow it. She touches
you all over, first your belly, next your breasts, then the nipple
clips and finally back to your upper thighs but it is a long time
before you feel the vibrator right on your clit. She can't leave it
there long because it will only take a moment for you to come and she
won't allow it.

	It seems like an eternity for you as your body writhes in its
bonds seeking relief.

	Finally she stops, you open your eyes to see that everyone's
clothes are now on the floor and Bill is sporting an erection that is,
to say the least, impressive. Bill and I untie you and re-attach you
standing with your hands tied to the ceiling. Your legs are attached
wide apart to leave you completely accessible to us. Marge stands in
front of you and presses her body against your own slippery one.

	Bill stands behind her and reaches around to remove your
nipple clips. He takes first one then the other and places them on
Marge. She gasps as she feels the pleasure- pain of the clamps for the
first time ever. Marge stands behind you now. You feel Marge's hand
rubbing your bottom and feeling the heat rising from it. One then two
of her fingers slide into your dripping pussy to wet themselves and
then they move further behind you to lubricate your tight bottom.

	You reach up on your toes and moan behind the silk gag as her
fingers go particularly deep. Bill is standing in front of you and you
feel the tip of his massive hard-on nudging against your pussy. Marge
slides her fingers deep into your body and you move forward naturally,
thus impaling yourself on Bill's cock. Marge controls the rhythm now
as her fingers slide in and out of your rear pushing you harder and
harder onto Bill's cock. You know you are close to coming but it is
not to be allowed yet.

	Marge removes her fingers and they are quickly replaced by my
cock. Now you are filled as never before. Bill's large organ fills
your pussy completely while my cock fills your bottom. You close your
eyes, savoring the sensation. You hear the hum of the vibrator again
and it touches your sensitive breasts just as Bill and I start sliding
in and out of you. You feel me press against your well-spanked bottom
and you are even more turned on by the feeling. You open your eyes to
look right into Marge's. You open your mouths and your tongues touch
in a sensitive kiss that connects you all together.

	Bill and I start thrusting in a perfect rhythm. He pulls out
as I push in then visa versa. Your body feels like it's turning inside
out. You feel my body tighten in the beginning of my orgasm. The
feeling is too much for you and you feel both your pussy and ass
tighten on Bill and I as your orgasm starts from the depths of your
belly and flows outward. You cry out hard against the gag, letting
yourself scream really for the first time in your life as we all begin
coming together.

	Even Marge, with two fingers deep in her pussy moans as her
orgasm mingles with yours. It is perhaps the most exquisite sensation
you have ever encountered.