From: ferrer@ix.netcom.com(Pete Ferrer)
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: "Your first 3way" (first post looking for comments)
Date: 2 Mar 1996 07:19:18 GMT
Message-ID: <4h8spm$jlv@ixnews3.ix.netcom.com>

You  drive in your car early this morning thinking; what's it going to
be like today? How will he do me? What taboo will he make me break?
Where in my own passion will he take me? You feel excited, you always
do before se
eing him. You think to yourself; "He must plan for days, before seeing
me". Every time you see him, It's like getting on a ride, a wild,
unhindered, crazy and sometimes scary sexual ride. You  smile to
yourself, because y
our pussy's already wet and no matter how scary it gets, you can't stay
away from him. As far as sex goes you trust him more than any man.
Past, present  and most probably future. He's become your guide, your
guide to the
 deepest recesses of your own lust. He has become sex to you, He is
your most overwhelming passion. You feel your beeper vibrate, a chill
runs through your body, he's ready for you, You got the room number,
you  drive a l
ittle faster, he's waiting and wanting, wanting what he always wants .
 . you.

You arrive at the Airport executive hotel, like so many times before,
ready to fuck your man., ready to ride that ride, ready for me. I meet
you at the door I kiss you wet and passionately. I touch you, your
body, your br
east, your ass, I touch your pussy through your skirt. To my surprise
you're already wet, your already wanting, your already anticipating,
craving me, my body, craving my tongue and hard dick. I lead you to the
bed, all t
he time kissing you, touching you ravishing you with my mouth and
tongue. I throw you down on the bed, down on your back, I whisper in
your ear "Hold on Baby, I've got some surprises for you ." I undress
you, slow and del
iberately. The material of your own clothes caressing you as I slide
off your skirt and blouse. Your nipples harden as they meet the cool
air of the room. I ease off your panties slowly down over your ass,
over your thigh
s and down past your ankles. My face passes so close, so very close to
your pussy, that I can feel the heat from that deep, wet hole. I lean
over and gently, tenderly kiss that wet, warm, throbbing pussy of
yours. You sig
h and your body trembles. You lie there now naked and vulnerable. You
see your self in the ceiling mirror and think "Today, whatever he
wants".

 I reach toward the night table and produce a hand full of silk
stockings. Carefully I take your hands and start to tie them to the
bedpost. You let me tie you up, you always let me do whatever I desire.
As I gently tie e
ach wrist, all you can think about is; you want some dick, you want
some hard cock now. Throbbing in your mouth, slamming over and over
again into your wanting pussy or easing into your tight black asshole,
you don't care
, but you want it, you need it,  you need a hard black dick. While I
tie you up you can see my dick through my jeans . . . hard, rock hard.
You want to touch it, kiss it, caress it,  swallow it whole, feel it
inside of yo
u, but I continue to tie you up, occasionally touching you, touching
your wet, throbbing, anxious  pussy, but never sticking my fingers
inside, always leaving you in need of the penetration you crave. It
wouldn't be so ba
d if you could not see my cock though my jeans, couldn't see how hard I
was, couldn't see a dick craving for your pussy, craving to be in you
and only you. When I finish, I stand back, I look at you, I circle the
bed look
ing at you. I take off my shirt, you notice I've been to the gym. My
chest looks bigger, harder, shapelier. My arms look strong and big. My
shoulders wide and hard. You do love muscles on a man. You want to
reach out and 
touch my body, but you can't, you're  tied up, helpless. You  ask; "
What are you going to do to me?" . I smile at you, a smile full of
mischief, a bad boy smile. I reach into my bag lying by the side of the
bed. I take o
ut a cassette tape, I place it in the player I brought and press play.
You hear the unmistakable African drum beat of island dance music. The
drums go right through you, filling you, caressing you, making you
dizzy with p
assion. I return to my bag and slowly pull out a bottle of that 
strawberry lubricating jelly that I love so much. How many times have I
smacked that cool jelly on your cunt and asshole? How many times have I
smeared it o
n my hard black dick and fucked you for hours? How many times have you
tasted it as I fucked your mouth. I lay the bottle across your stomach.
You shudder a bit at the coldness of the bottle.  I reach into the bag
again a
nd slowly pull out that big black . . . Extension, that's what you
called it, this huge black cock thing. You look at it, you can't take
you eyes off of it. It looks bigger then before. You flash back on how
it felt insid
e of you, filling you, while I filled your mouth with my cock. My hard
black dick of skin and muscle, moving in and out of your mouth, fucking
your mouth, fucking your throat, fucking your entire head. All the time
slidin
g the huge cock thing in and out of your wanting pussy, damn that was
good. You almost cum now as I lay the cock thing on your stomach, like
a surgeon preparing his instrument table.

Suddenly there's a knock on the door. I go to answer it. You're
worried, who can it be? You hear a voice, a woman's voice, I seem to
know her, still you're worried. I invite her in, now you're more
worried. Why are you ti
ed up? Who is this person? Why did I let her in? 

You see her for the first time, a black woman, a beautiful black woman 
with a muscular build and an exquisite face. She enters the room and
looks at you, at your body, tied up and helpless. The first thing you
notice is 
her skin color, it's beautiful, a little lighter then mine and so
smooth and unblemished  it reminds you of  melted milk chocolate
pouring out of a hot cauldron. You look over her body, she's taller
than you, but not as t
all as me, her legs long and shapely. She 's wearing a pair of "Daisy
Duke" shorts and a white tank top tee shirt. You scan her legs from her
ankle bracelet, up to her full athletic calves. You follow the curve of
her thi
ghs, all the way to the roundness of her hips. You try not to look at
her crotch, but you do. You're surprised to find that your licking you
lips in anticipation. Her stomach is flat, not muscular, but rippled
just enough
 to be sexy, but it's her breast that hold your attention. They're not
huge, but they are large, large and perfect. Round and full, they
stretch the fabric of her simple white tank top. You wonder how old is
she? Who is t
his woman  with the runners legs and the tits of a seventeen year old?
She smiles at you and you notice her rich full lips and straight white
teeth on a face dominated by two large, soulful almond shaped brown
eyes. She i
s in a word . . . Gorgeous.

You start to say something, but she places one finger to your mouth and
goes "shhh...." Her lips puckered as she  shhh...'s you, she leans her
face over yours, removes her finger from your mouth and you feel her
warm brea
th on your face right before she kisses you. A shot of electricity runs
through your body, you feel her lips  sweet, full and soft against
yours. As she kisses you, you feel the soft round curls of her shoulder
length hai
r on your cheeks, it turns you on. She whispers in your ear in a low
husky voice and an island accent "You promise not to move pretty
woman." With one nod of your head, you surrender to her. 

She opens the  bottle of  strawberry lubricant and  dabs some on her
fingers. Placing the bottle to the side, she runs her finger across
your parted lips. You taste the strawberry, it reminds you of me. Then
placing her e
ntire finger in her mouth, slowly and erotically she sucks it clean.
She reaches toward your stomach again and picks up the huge black cock
thing. She strokes it once or twice, then holding it by the end glides
it up acro
ss your torso, from your freshly shaven pubic area to your sensitive
breast. You want to tell her how much you crave dick. Tell her about
how much cock you've had and how much more you want, but you don't.
Then with a sly
 wink to you she places it aside. 

She reaches up to your hands and unties them. You had almost forgotten
you were tied up at all. You notice my puzzled expression across the
room. The woman looks at me and playfully sticks her tongue out at me.
You notice
 how long and thick her tongue is, you want that tongue inside of you,
you think to yourself. She leans over you again and looks down the
length of your body. She runs her hand down your torso, from your
breast, down to y
our pussy. She lightly touches the outside of your pussy, you're so
wet, that's all she needs. Bringing her fingers wet with your juice to
her mouth, she licks her fingers, hungrily. Her tongue almost too long
to be real,
 it snakes around her fingers like it had a mind of its own. Again she
swipes her hand across your pussy, one finger finding its way between
your moist and quivering labia. This time, despite your promise not to
move, you
 rock your hips forward to meet the motion of her hand. She stares at
you and holds her hand up like kids do when they imitate the spout in
the tea cup song.

She motions with her finger and I appear behind her. She brings her
hand to my mouth and I take her fingers, my tongue licking probing,
sucking on her fingers wet and tasting of you. I hold her hand to my
mouth and with m
y free hand I reach around and cup her large firm breast. You see her
back arch as she responds to my touch and rubs her ass against my
crotch. She continues to stare at you, her eyes no longer soulful, now
they burn with
 passion, passion for you, passion for me. She's a predator this woman,
a sexual predator and we're her prey. She removes her blouse, her
generous full breast now in full view, her large, dark nipples' hard
and erect. I k
iss her neck passionately. My hands running over her body in rhythm
with the music, that driving, lustful music.

She turns away from you and toward me. Her long tongue licking my chest
and stomach. As she removes my jeans. You see my cock, hard, swollen
ready to burst out of its skin, the fat head moist and glistening in
anticipatio
n. With her back to you, she removes her shorts and panties, bending
over as she does. You see her perfect black ass, the mounds firm,
rounded and tight. Beneath the mounds of flesh you see her clean shaven
glistening pus
sy in all its wetness. You can't help it, you  start to touch yourself.
Touch your soaking wet pussy. Rubbing, massaging and controlling your
own pleasure.

She turns toward you and sees what you're doing. You use your free hand
to hold your breast and suck on it. You stretch your tongue over your
nipple. She sees the length and talent of your tongue and she is
pleased. She p
ants, her eyes roll and her knees buckle slightly. You got to her, you
turn her on. She recovers and smiles at you as if you've challenged
her. she turns to me, grabs my shoulders and turns me slightly, so my
right side n
ow faces you. She kneels in front of me, my dick pointing into her
face. Gently cupping my balls in one hand and holding my shaft in the
other, she licks the glistening head of my cock, turning her head so
she can see you
 and you can see her, showing off for you. You moan and your hands work
rapidly on your sopping wet pussy.

She opens her mouth, wide, then slowly guides the cock in. Your mouth
mimicking the movements of hers,  as your one hand massages your pussy
and the other caresses your breasts. My hard cock glides in her mouth,
deeper, d
eeper and deeper still. My pole disappearing in her moist and talented
mouth. Her full lips inching down the shaft of my rippled muscle. The
deeper down her throat she takes me, the deeper your fingers delve into
your qui
vering, black pussy. She swallows my dick whole, her lips touching my
pubic hair, her eyes on you. As she pulls back her head, it reminds you
of a magic trick, as more and more dick emerges from the dark wetness
of her mo
uth. You watch again as she swallows, this time faster, harder and
deeper. Her head begins to bob back and forth, back and forth, faster
and faster, harder and harder. You plunge four fingers deep inside of
your craving h
ole, Your mouth sucks on  an imaginary cock of its own. Then she stops,
her mouth leaving my dick completely. Her attention now focused on you.

Suddenly, her face is over yours. She kisses you, kisses you hard. Her
tongue searching, probing, overwhelming the inside of your mouth. Her
hands working feverishly over your body, your hands do the same to
hers. Her ent
ire body, her breasts, her legs, her incredible  ass, her gorgeous
cunt, you feel it all, hungry for her, drunk in the sensation of her.
She's on the bed now, one knee touching your crotch. You grab the back
of her thigh 
and rub your pussy firmly on her leg, feeling her smooth skin and the
firm muscles underneath. She kneels on the bed, moving you and her
toward the center. Lifting your shoulders up so your sitting straight
legged, facing
 her. She grasps the back of your head and places her magnificent
unbelievably firm tit in your mouth. You lick her large and stiff
nipples with abandon, grabbing her tittys with both hands, massaging
them, trying to stic
k them all in your mouth. With a firm hand she guides your head from
tit to tit. She starts to stand on the bed, all the time guiding your
head across her chest, across her stomach, across her shaved pubic bone
and finall
y . . .finally into her wet, plump, cherry dark cunt.

You're lost in the moment, lost in the music, lost in her body. What
strikes you most is the heat radiating from her dark rich pussy. It
feels good on your face. You roll your face in the softness of the
pussy. Feeling th
e warmth and wetness on your lips and cheeks. You get up to your knees.
You want to eat her and you want to do it right. Tentatively your
tongue probes the outer pussy lips, outlining the landscape of  her
vagina, explori
ng every fold, every flap, every curve of this sweet thing men (and now
you) want. You start to enter her with your tongue, tasting the tangy
sweet juice that flows from her. Your tongue probes deeper, feeling the
 fleshy
 walls of her pussy on the sides of your tongue, feeling the lips of
her cunt engulf the sides of your mouth. Every turn of your head, every
lap of your tongue, brings her more and more pleasure. Her grip on the
back of y
our head tightens as you thrust and snake your tongue in her rich,
plump and dark hole. "Go on girl!" You hear me say, as she, this sexual
predator succumbs to your tongue and mouth. She moans as she pushes her
pussy into
 your mouth and with her hand, your head into her pussy. You grab her
ass. Smooth and round, her cheeks filling your palms and fingers with
firm young meat, and you pull, you pull her hips toward you, till you
swear your 
whole face will enter her. She lets out a gasp (she's cumming). Her
knees bend, her legs weak (she's cumming). You feel her pussy contract
against your tongue (she's cumming). She grabs your head with both
hands ("Go on g
irl") and every muscle in her body contracts, releases, flexes,
contacts, releases, flexes for what seems like an eternity (your
cumming). You hold her, you feel yourself tensing (cum for me, Baby).
You can hardly breathe
 (cum for me, Baby). You feel the rush, the overwhelming rush as your
whole body screams ("Go on girl"). You cum, over and over. Your body
contorts, your muscles contract. ("Damn, girl")

Suddenly, she  pushes you, throwing you flat on your back, abruptly and
forcibly she spreads your legs, exposing your freshly shaven pussy to
her, me and the ceiling mirrors. She wastes no time at all, she buries
her head
 between  your thighs. Her tongue, that long wonderful tongue 
twisting, turning, darting, moving, digging, probing, deep, deep
inside, lapping furiously outside, lapping like a Saint Bernard at a
water dish, her head mov
ing up and down, back and forth. You spread your legs wide. You want
her in deeper. You're mad with pleasure. You see a dick, a hard wet
dick near your face. You almost forgot, it's me, it's my swollen cock
in your face. 
You take me in like a woman starved for a man. One hand between my
thighs, holding my ass, moving my hips, making your mouth and throat
feel like they're being fucked, being fucked real damn hard. Your other
hand holds he
r head, making her face fuck your cunt. Our rhythms alternate, she's
in, I'm out, she's out, I'm in, in, out, out, in. The dance music drums
now seem louder, closer, all around you, inside of you. She buries her
tongue de
ep, deep inside of you, you swallow my cock deeper then ever before.
You feel like gagging, but you don't, instead you squeeze your throat
around my cock, massaging it with your throat, fucking me with your
throat ("Go on
 girl!").

I pull out of your mouth. My cock hard, swollen, stiff. I walk behind
her, I lift her up, pulling her away from your pussy. I lay her on her
back, her head at the foot of the bed. I tell you to straddle her face,
while fa
cing me. I stand by the foot of the bed kissing you, as you ride her
face, ride her tongue. I kiss you deep, you feel my tongue, my love and
my approval. I work my way down to your breasts, working them, sucking
licking, 
kissing them. Lower and lower my tongue moves till I reach your
beautiful black craving pussy. Her tongue still deep inside of you, my
tongue rapidly flicking your clit. Our tongues dance joyfully in and
around your pussy
 Our tongues meet inside that fiery, moist hole of yours. Playing,
dancing, fighting, whatever they're doing, it feels incredible. You
start to buck like a mustang that's never been broken. Her hands and
mine meet on you
r ass, our fingers interlaced as we hold on, trying to keep our mouths
working in your hot and tasty cunt. 

 I stop and tell you to turn around, you turn still straddling her
face. I say "eat her, Baby, eat her while I fuck the shit out of you.
You lean forward, your face again in that juicy, plump dark pussy of
hers. Your tong
ue immediately goes back to work. You feel her tongue on your pussy,
what a tongue! Then she stops. Even though you can't see it, you know
she's sucking on me, wetting my dick for your pussy. Then you feel it,
My cock  ha
rd, fat, stiff and throbbing. It parts your pussy lips and inches into
you. A little at a time, first the head, then slowly the shaft inch by
inch till I enter you, enter you completely. Her tongue wet and warm on
your cl
it as my pole rams you, over and over and over again. Each stroke
harder than the one before, harder, faster, again and again. You feel
dizzy (your cumming). You swoon with lust for her cunt and my cock. She
thrust her hi
ps up, her pussy pressing against your face (she' cumming) Your tongue
becomes possessed, it moves, thrust, circles like it had a mind of its
own (your cumming). I'm slamming my cock in you now, SLAM. My thighs
smack your
 ass, as my dick dives in your hole. SLAM, the smacking of skin, the
feeling of cock stabbing and filling your wet, deep, wanting cunt (your
cumming). You tense, your muscles contract, your cumming, Baby. She's
cumming, B
aby. I'm cumming, Baby. You want to see it, you want to see your man
cum. You stand up, throw me down on the bed, like a woman possessed.
You go straight  for my cock, taking it in your mouth, stroking it with
your hands 
(your cumming). She follows your lead and joins you. Both of you lick 
and suck my bursting cock (your cumming) . You take turns feeding each
other dick (Oh Baby, I'm cumming). You stroke its entire length, my
thighs tigh
ten (Oh Baby, I'm cumming). You watch my cock, it twitches, it jerks,
it explodes (I"M CUMMING). My hot cum shoots, spurts and oozes out (I"M
CUMMING, BABY). On your faces, on your tongues (Cum with me, Babe). You
catch  
some in your mouth.(Cum for me, Baby).  You lick some off her lips (Cum
Baby, Cum for your man) Both of you lick it off my cock and balls (CUM
BABY CUM). You rub my dick on your face and hers and feel yourself 
cumming ov
er and over and over again. The warm juice flowing from your body,
soothing you, overwhelming you, draining you till you lay there
exhausted, fulfilled and for the first time since you last saw me . . .
satisfied.

We lie there for what seems like for hours. Feeling each other
breathing, hearing each others hearts beat. The smell of our mingled
juices aromatic and soothing. Finally, I stand up  and go to the
bathroom. You look at he
r, but don't speak, you don't need to, both of you understand each
other.

I return from the bathroom and notice the lubricant, silk stockings and
huge cock thing lying on the night stand, unused. I pick them up and
look at each with that "Hey, I've got an idea" look in my eyes. You
stare at me 
for a while and finally ask; "What are you thinking?" I smile at you, a
smile full of mischief, a bad boy smile . . . 
The End


Any comments please Email Ferrer@ix.netcom.com    I'm particularly
interested in comments from women since it's written for a woman, but
guys comments are also welcome.
