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Making Introductions (MFF, bond, swing)
By Anonymous NixPixer c 1993
 
***

 "Darling, there's something I want you to do for me."

 "I have a feeling I know what it is...." I said reluctantly.

 "We've talked about it so much, and we've had opportunities... and 
it's the only thing you haven't indulged me in. Are you going to do 
it or not?"

 "I can't say no to you. But on this.... it's so hard to say yes."

 You lean back from me at the table, where we have been whispering 
together. 
We are in a lovely restaurant, it's been another romantic 
evening... and now this. The subject that makes me so 
uncomfortable. We have done so much together; why draw the line at 
learning about other women? It's an interesting subject to talk 
about in the abstract, but when faced with the actual opportunity, 
I have always drawn back. I've never said no outright, but my 
hesitance is obvious.

 My complete and joyous heterosexuality I love demonstrating to you 
on every possible occasion, in every way either of us can think of. 
I'm not shocked by the idea of another woman, but not eager, 
either. You're very interested, whether it's because you really 
want me to do this or whether it's because I'm holding out, I don't 
know.

 After dinner, we go home and relax together. It's one of the 
evenings that I cannot quite read your mood; it might be a romantic 
evening, and it might turn very different very quickly. When I 
can't read you it makes me hesitant, watchful... not with anxiety, 
but with excitement and curiosity. You will lead soon, and I will 
follow. You always know that I will.

 Dinner has settled - digestion is important - and as we sit side 
by side on the sofa, you put your arm around me and pull me close 
to you. You raise my chin with a finger and bury my mouth under 
yours; I really do melt into your kiss, romance novel-ish as that 
sounds. We blend together beautifully in these kisses. Your right 
arm holds me to you and your left hand caresses my throat, 
squeezing slightly. This tells me that things might take an 
interesting turn tonight. When your caresses remain gentle, our 
mood does as well. When you show me some of the power in your 
fingers and hands, I know to be ready for anything.

 Your hand on my throat relaxes and moves downward. It toys with a 
breast, feeling it tighten and the nipple rise through the thin 
fabric of my dress. Again your hand tightens on me, and I begin to 
feel that this evening is headed in a direction more energetic than 
romantic. You know that is fine with me.

 "Stand up, sweetheart," and I rise to stand in front of you, my 
hands lightly on your shoulders as your hands go under my full 
skirt, traveling upward. My eyes close as you reach the tops of my 
stockings, fondling me, moving higher toward what you know will be 
a very moist area. Soon one finger finds it, parts the lips, toys 
with my clit gently but insistently. My legs are open, and getting 
a little shaky. I open my eyes and look straight down into yours, 
you are watching my face and my reactions to your invasion of me. 
You look intently at me and your lips make an "ooooh" motion; you 
know exactly how you are making me feel.

 My legs begin to give out as the rubbing becomes more insistent, 
and you stop suddenly, saying, "Let's tie you open for more of 
this, shall we?" I immediately comply, lying on my back on our 
favorite piece of furniture, the long, stuffed, leather ottoman in 
front of the sofa. The one that serves as footstool, coffee table, 
and bondage area.

 You put a big sofa pillow under the small of my back, raising my 
bottom off the ottoman and uptilting it for better access. My 
bottom is at the edge of the ottoman, and my legs are tied to the 
legs of the ottoman, my ankles tucked near my ass and my thighs 
pushed wide open. A little uncomfortable, having the muscles 
stretched this way, but you've always said my discomfort is a 
personal problem, so I am silent about it.

 My wrists are tied together and pulled back to one of the rungs 
underneath, so my arms are close along either side of my head. I 
look up at you adoringly as I watch you finish preparing me. My 
dress is up around my waist, and you unbutton the front of it and 
lay it open, pulling my bra down under my breasts to push them 
together and raise them to you. After you have me arranged to your 
satisfaction, I watch as you begin to undress, slowly. The tie, the 
cufflinks, the shirt.... everything being calmly and neatly being 
put aside, not being tossed away in the heat of passion. There is 
no hurry; it's not like I'm not going to be here when you're 
finally ready for me. Where would I go?

 At last you come over to me; you are partially erect and I am 
looking forward to finishing the process properly, with my mouth. 
You quickly drive a few fingers into me, then leave my aroused 
pussy and toy with my nipples, squeezing and pinching. The first 
real moan escapes me as you slap them, watching them move for you 
and redden slightly. 

 "Do I need to blindfold you, darling, or will you be good and do 
whatever I want?" I eagerly agree to do what you want; I love to 
look at you during these bouts of lovemaking and want to have the 
use of my eyes. "Good girl, I knew you'd see it my way," you smile, 
and pat my bottom..... and leave the room.

 You return in a moment... with company. Damn! You have never 
surprised me like this before! If anyone has joined us it has 
always been something we have talked about and planned together. 
And now this. I waited too long to acquiesce to having another 
woman, and you have taken the choice away from me. I didn't know 
you wanted it this much. I gaze at you, silently, and my eyes fill 
with tears. You smile at me... this will be all right, honey... 
just go with it.

 "Linda, meet Karen. Karen, this is Linda...." always the 
gentleman, making introductions. What a strange social situation 
THIS is. She is a small blonde, smaller than I am; next to you she 
looks tiny indeed. I know now why you did not blindfold me. You 
want me to see every moment of what you're about to do. Karen 
undresses herself, and you reach out from time to time, touching 
and fondling. My feelings are a mixture of jealousy, curiosity, and 
excitement, and I have to admit to myself that the latter two are 
overwhelming the first. You explain to me that Karen, while she 
doesn't detest men, vastly prefers women, so you felt she would be 
a good person to introduce me to this new direction I'm about to 
take.

 Karen is obviously regarding me with some interest, and there is 
not much she cannot see, with me arranged the way I am. She 
approaches me, bends down, and kisses me. My mouth is closed; it is 
clear she wants it open, and insinuates her tongue until she gets 
the response she wants. Her mouth and tongue are much smaller and 
softer than yours, a completely different, but not repulsive, 
feeling. She ends the kiss and crouches next to me. You have seated 
yourself on the sofa, where you can regard us both closely, but you 
are not participating. You have obviously given me over to this 
woman, and what will transpire has your consent but not your 
involvement. Yet.

 Her head moves down to my breasts and she toys with my nipples, 
moving her mouth down to suck one. She begins gently... TOO gently 
for me; I am accustomed to your rougher attentions and what she is 
doing almost tickles rather than excites. You read my mind, as you 
so often seem to. "Don't worry about being too gentle there," you 
tell Karen. "You can do what you like with those; she won't 
complain... will you, sweetheart?" Embarrassed, I shake my head, 
agreeing with you.

 Almost immediately, I feel teeth on one nipple, and long 
fingernails digging into the other, and I moan out loud. "See what 
I mean?" you tell her. She continues this briefly, then pulls back 
to see what she has accomplished. The nipples are standing up 
straight, a deeper pink than usual, tight and high. She smiles.... 
and walks to the foot of the ottoman, where she kneels between my 
legs. 

 Using the tip of her tongue, she begins to tickle my clit and 
inner labia; I can feel the moisture descend from me, whether I 
want it to or not. After a few minutes of this she digs her mouth 
into me, lapping me firmly, wrapping her arms around my thighs as 
she buries her face between my legs. I look over at you, as the 
sensations overwhelm me; I see you watching, without much 
expression. You are stroking yourself lightly and you are very 
erect; I want you so much.

 My legs strain against the ropes you ve used to tie them back and 
I come explosively under her lips and tongue, moaning and wailing. 
She draws back and looks down at me as I regain my composure, 
slowly, then she looks at you, obviously waiting for something. You 
nod to her, almost curtly, an obvious go ahead signal. 

 Karen smiles back at you, comes back to the head of the ottoman, 
and straddles it, standing, over my head. When I look up I can see 
her, wide open, less than a foot above my face; I can smell her. It 
s not unpleasant, but I am not sure I want to do what is obviously 
expected of me next.

 She bends her knees; her pussy widens more as it approaches my 
face. You are suddenly by my side, crouching next to my head, your 
lips near my ear, whispering. You know what I want you to do, and 
you d better do a good job. I m going to be watching her, and if 
she s not excited, you re going to pay the price. Do you understand 
me? Tearfully, I nod my head, and the open pussy moves down to my 
mouth, almost resting on it. Go on. Lick. 

 I put out my tongue and touch the silky, musky, wet folds. It s a 
very strange sensation. I m very hesitant. I give little, cautious, 
licks... trying to do it without actually touching her, somehow. 
More, she says, and I try, I really try. It s not enough. More, 
dammit! she says, opening further. I can t help it. I turn my head 
to the side, to get away from it..... and I see you again, looking 
right into my eyes.

 You twine your hand into my hair and pull my head back, hard. You 
look quietly furious as you stare into my face. You re not going to 
do it? I think I can change your mind. When I tell you to do 
something, I don t want refusals from you. Let s see about getting 
you to obey me better. 

 The next thing I know, my ankles are being untied. Karen pulls one 
of them straight back, and you have hold of the other. Your hand 
descends on my bottom and the backs of my thighs, over and over and 
over. This is not a sexual spanking; this is not meant to arouse 
me. It may not even be meant to arouse you. This is pure punishment 
for disobedience. Your hand continues to smack every inch of me it 
can reach; you pull your arm back and put real power into each 
blow. I am crying and sobbing for you to stop; you pull one leg out 
wider, opening my pussy, and begin to rain blows on it as well. 
Again, these are not meant to stimulate me, they are meant to 
correct and improve my behavior. I am sobbing in humiliation and 
pain; you drop one leg and Karen the other, and my sore ass and 
pussy make painful contact with the ottoman.

 Your mouth is by my ear again. I suggest you try this again, and I 
strongly suggest you don t disappoint me this time, bitch. Weeping, 
I nod to you, indicating that I will try to do better. Karen lowers 
herself on me again, and this time she covers my mouth and nose 
with pussy; I am almost suffocated with it. I put out my tongue and 
begin to lap in earnest, and she rocks back and forth on my mouth, 
covering it with her juices. After what seems forever to me, she 
grinds down on my face and comes, adding more liquid to my already 
very wet face. 

 Her shuddering finishes, and you raise her up, so her knees are on 
either side of my head. Your face comes down to mine again, and you 
whisper, Good, baby? Did you like tasting your first cunt? I ll bet 
you did. Ready for a fucking? So am I. I smile back at you; YES, I 
am ready.... my pussy is aching for you to reward me for doing 
this.

 Your smile freezes. Did you think I meant you, stupid cunt? After 
doing such a bad job? I don t think so. I m ready for fucking, but 
I don t see any reason why you should get it. Why don t you just 
watch and think about what you could have done better. With that, 
you stand behind Karen, and sink your cock into her pussy, all the 
way to the hilt, until she groans. You begin to stroke in and out, 
only a few inches over my face. Your balls, heavy with the come I 
thought I would be getting, brush my nose lightly as you grind in 
and out of her. Fast, then slow, I watch every stroke in exquisite 
jealousy and frustration.

 After a minute or two of this, you pull out. Your beautiful cock 
is coated with her. You reach down, pull my head back, and drive 
deep into my open mouth. You push it in until I gag on you, then 
pull out, and drive in again, over and over. Tears run from my 
eyes; I cannot breathe.

 Releasing my face, you enter Karen again, and I watch a repeat 
performance. You ride her hard, she is humping back against you, 
and I am watching what I should be getting. Again you pull my mouth 
open, insert your sticky cock, and fuck me hard and deep until I 
sob and gag. I know you are trying to decide where to come, and I 
am hoping that you will choose me, to show that I am forgiven.

 But again I see you ride Karen, and when your balls tighten and 
twitch I know you are emptying into her. After a moment you pull 
out, glistening with mingled juices, and you wipe your cock over my 
face. Did we learn something, baby? you ask mockingly. Still 
crying, I nod my head. Yes, yes, I can t refuse you anything. Good 
girl. I knew you d figure it out. Thirsty, honey? Do you want a 
drink? Oh, yes, that s what I need after all of this. Please, 
darling, yes.

 Then drink, you say sweetly, and settle Karen s pussy over my 
mouth. Your cum begins to trickle out of her.... and I am waiting.
