Archive-name: 3plus/apartmnt.txt

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Archive-title: Apartment, The





	She and I are in my apartment.  It is all white and the lights are

on.  It is late afternoon, and the shades are drawn.  I have a special

evening planned for her and she knows this, although she does not know what

I have in mind.

	

	We are both excited to the point of electricity on our skin.  We

undress, our skin tight and cool.  I can feel my heart thumping in my

chest.  She can sense that something is afoot, her nipples are hard, her

aereolae contracted about them, dark with tiny bumps.  The pale flesh

across her chest and shoulders is beginning to show a telltale flush.

	

	She knows the basic plan.  I place a blindfold on her, and make

sure that she cannot see.  I guide her to my futon on the floor, where she

lays down.  I position her in the center of it, then put her arms out above

her head, reaching for the two corners of the futon.  I move around and

spread her legs in a similar fashion.  I can see that her labia is becoming

red and swollen.  Her hands and feet are nearly reaching the corners of the

pad.

	

	I begin to tie her wrists with the cotton rope attached to lag

screws that I have sunk into the floor at each corner of the futon.  They

are immovable.  She begins to breath harder, writhing slightly.

	

	I continue to tie her up, pulling the cords taught at her wrists

and ankles.  She can move her torso a little, but cannot appreciably move

her limbs about.  I sit back to admire my handiwork, gazing over the

fullness of her breasts, her slim, boyish hips, the dark patch of hair at

the apex of her smooth slim thighs.  I watch her stomach move in and out

with her breathing, its concavity arousing me.

	

	The room is comfortably warm, so she will not get cold lying there

naked.  I go into the living room and start some music playing.  As the

music begins I quietly unlock the living room door, taking care not to make

any noise that she might hear.  My friend is there, waiting as planned.  I

motion for him to be quiet and to come in.  As requested, he is wearing

only running shorts and a t-shirt, so that it will be easy for him to

disrobe quietly.  I motion that I am returning to the bedroom and for him

to get undressed.  I made certain that he would have showered and put on my

cologne - that she gave me - before coming over.

	

	I walk back to the bedroom, barely able to breath for my

excitement.  I glance back at my friend and see his tan muscular body.  I

look at his growing penis imagining where it will soon be.

	

	I begin to disrobe.  She can hear me undressing.  She senses my

excitement - I can see her lips quivering.

	

	I bend down to the bed, leaning over her.  I sniff at her sex

without touching her, I move across her body without touching her.  She can

feel me but cannot reciprocate my touch.  I lean back and motion for my

friend to quietly enter the room.  I can tell by the way he looks and

breathes that he is very excited also.

	

	I lay down between her legs and brush across her pubic hair with my

face.  Her breath catches.  I slowly work my way down to her moist vagina

with my mouth and nose, parting her hair.  I breath on her sex.  Finally I

press my lips against her labia, and spread it apart with my tongue.  I

smell her fragrant odor as my tongue encounters a wet slickness.  Slowly, I

move my tongue around, lightly playing across her clitoris and vaginal

lips.  She moans and grinds her hips about, pushing her sex into my face.

	

	I withdraw and kiss my way up her belly, pausing at her breasts to

suck on her nipples.  Her entire chest is flushed to a deep crimson.  I

hold my face before hers, letting her smell herself on me.  She moves to

kiss me but I pull away, brushing my face against hers.  I draw myself up.

She feels my knees at the sides of her torso, and knows what is coming

next.

	

	I pause there, my penis hanging above her face.  She cannot see it,

but knows it is there somewhere.  Her mouth opens slightly.  She leans her

head back.  She begins to breath deeply through her mouth.  I can tell that

her eyes, beneath the blindfold, are shut.  Her face is red.  I move about,

the anticipation exciting me beyond belief.  My penis floats thick and

engorged above her face, the head smooth and purple.  I feel as thought I

have never been this hard.  I enjoy watching her waiting for me.

	

	I move ever so slightly to brush my penis against her cheek.  She

turns immediately, seeking it with her mouth, but I pull back.  I slowly

lower the head to her lips until it hangs quivering mere millimeters above

them.  I gently set it down.  She opens her mouth slightly, knowing I will

not pull back again.  She simply lays there, with the swollen head of my

penis softly touching her lips.

	

	Then she opens her mouth and leans her head forward to engulf me.

She takes half of my penis into her mouth at once and slides back off of

it.  She continues to slide her mouth over the end of it, sucking on it.  I

feel my penis surge in her mouth, harder still than it was before.  She

plays with it, sliding her teeth over the head.  I can see her hands

clenching, her toes curling, her arms and legs straining against her bonds.

I feel the excitement begin to swell in my scrotum.  I pull back, out of

her mouth.  She leans her head back, a line of saliva still connecting her

mouth and my penis.  My penis is glistening with her spit.

	"Wait," I say, "not yet."  I stand up and move away from her.

	

	"What are you doing?" she asks.  I make no reply, but motion to my

friend.  He moves over to her, and kneels down over her body in the same

position I was.  He has never seen her before, and now, seeing her

blindfolded and tied beneath him, is excited immensely.  I move quietly and

place my head next to his.

	

	"I just want to make it last," I whisper, as my friend lowers his

penis over her mouth.  She eagerly opens her mouth at the touch of his

cock, engulfing him as she did me, believing him to be me.  My friend

gasps, quickly containing his voice.  She sucks him violently, slobbering

over his cock, pulling on it with her mouth and then sliding over the head,

back and forth, back and forth.  She imagines it ejaculating, filling her

mouth with semen.

	

	The moment of truth.  My friend has his hands at the sides of her

head, she brushes against his forearms as she sucks him.  Slowly, gently, I

lay my hands on her thighs.  She stops sucking my friend immediately.

	

	She pulls her head back, his cock falling from her mouth.  It rests

against her chin.  She knows now that there are two people with her, but

she doesn't know who is who.  She ponders the thought that someone has been

watching her suck on my penis.  Or alternatively, that she has been sucking

on someone else's penis.

	

	She makes no sound, but lies there, breathing heavily.  I kneel

between her legs and lay my penis against her abdomen.  Yes, there are two

men here, two penises touching her.  I place my penis at the entrance of

her vagina.  She closes her mouth and swallows.  Her mind is racing.  Two

penises are touching her.  She still does not know who is who.  Touching

either her face or her vagina is the penis of a stranger.  She feels

herself uncontrollably aroused.

	

	"Wait..." she whispers as I begin to push into her.  She doesn't

know who is who.  Neither my friend or I respond.  I pause for a moment.

	

	She leans her head back, exhaling in a deep, husky whisper:

	

	"Yessss..."

	

	I slide into her.  She moans out loud.  My friend presses his penis

at her face.  She pauses for a moment and then opens her mouth to take him

in.

	

	I thrust all the way into her and out again, abandoned in the

moment.  Her mouth stretched around my friend's penis, her face

flushed with excitement, my penis thrusting into her, my hands upon her

hips, she abandons herself.  Realizing that two men are in her, that two

penises are in her, that two men will come in her, she bucks her body in

orgasm.



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