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Subject: New Story - Oysters for Three (MF/F, spanking, threesome)
Date: 8 Mar 1997 22:17:51 GMT
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Hello..this if the first story I've posted to this group, although I have
posted several stories to A.S.S.  It involves a threesome between two
women and a man, light bondage, spanking, and slimy shellfish.

If you are under 18, please read no further.  This story is intended to be
read only by adults who are interested in stories containing sexual
subject matter.  

Thanks, hope you enjoy it.  
Brenna
                   OYSTERS FOR THREE

     They were out for a night of celebration, of pleasure and
laughter without limits. When they first met they instantly
recognized the other's wildness and sexuality, and the fact that
they accepted this part of themselves completely, without fear or
concern about societies restrictions.  They had only known each
other for a short time, but because women like themselves
were so rare, they immediately recognized what they had found in
each other and wasted no time in enjoying it to the fullest.

     This night was a special night, since Juliet had married the
night before.  For any other women, this would have been a reason
for restraint, but not for Juliet and Brenna.  Juliet's marriage
actually gave them more freedom, since there were no thoughts
about the future or any time beyond their enjoyment of the
moment.

     They drank champagne, only champagne.  They laughed with
each other or with any of the many men which were naturally
attracted to their joy and beauty.  Since they were completely
satisfied with each other's company, however, the men would after
a time, realize that they were not needed and leave, after their
usual attempts to continue the party later on were unsucessful.

     As the night wore on, the talk became more and more
explicitly sexual, the casual touches and longing glances more
frequent.  The satisfaction they felt in each other's company
grew to a deep desire, but neither was able to directly feed the
hunger.

     They needed a catalyst, someone who could bring them
together and share in their pleasure.  This person had to be
someone special, someone who could delicately recognize and
encourage desires which the women had not even admitted to
themselves, who could direct their movements and give each other
the freedom to enjoy each other in a deeper way.

     A third party was also needed for another less obvious, but
even more important reason.  Juliet needed a partner to lean on
in order to subject Brenna to the domination which she needed for
true fulfillment.  While it might seem to the casual bystander
that Brenna was the dominant one, since she was larger, older,
and established in her career, while Juliet was young, petite,
and innocent in appearance, to the knowing observer the subtle
way in which Juliet dominated were obvious.

     Brenna had mention earlier in the evening that her lover had
said he might join them, but she thought this was unlikely
since lately he had been distracted and she had felt him slipping
away from her.  They were moving apart, she said, and because she
did not understand the reasons for his distance she was powerless
to stop it.

     Juliet, upon hearing he might be joining them, sensed that
the evening might have an ending very different than the one
originally anticipated.  She had met Brenna's lover once before,
and had instantly recognized the special nature of the
relationship he and Brenna shared, despite Brenna's efforts to
hide it.

     Juliet had seen the power, strength, and hint of cruelty in
his eyes, and the way in which Brenna, the most independent of
all women, deferred to his wishes, or, if she did not, the deep
and dangerous looks that passed between them.  She recognized him
the way an animal would recognize one of their own, since the
power he held over Brenna was exactly what she wanted for
herself.  As her excitement at the prospect of what might happen
grew, she became impatient.

     "Call him again", she told Brenna.

     Brenna refused.  "I hate to keep calling.  He knows where we
are, and if he wants to see us he'll come.  I won't beg for
anyone, not even him."

     "Alright then, give me the number and I'll call."

     Brenna gave the number to Juliet, remembering the pleasure
she felt when she heard Juliet's lilting accent on the phone and
wanting to share that pleasure with her lover.  Brenna wondered,
as Juliet walked away from the table, at how attracted she was to
her, since she had never felt such physical excitement for a
woman before.

     The evening continued, filled with more champagne and
laughter.  The women were deep in conversation about their past
sexual experiences, and Brenna was making a particularly intimate
revelation, when she looked up and say him walking to their
table.

     As always when she saw him, her reaction was violently
physical.  She felt the blood run out of her face, and it seemed
to flow down through her body, filling those most intimate
places, causing her nipples to harden, her stomach to churn and
the moisture between her legs to begin to flow.

     Her eyes met his and locked, as they always did no matter
how estranged they might be.  He bent down and kissed her on the
cheek, while his hand discretely caressed her back between her
shoulder blades.

     "Did she tell you to call me?" His first remarks 
were not the standard greetings, but a direct question to Juliet.

     "Of course not.  We needed you and she wouldn't call."

     "Have you eaten?  No?  Then I'll take care of it."  He
slipped off towards the kitchen, and gave an order to the waiter. 
Immediately more champagne was brought to the table, followed
soon after by a tray of raw oysters.

     "You do like oysters, don't you?" he asked, knowing that
Brenna hated raw seafood of any kind.

     "No thank you, you two go ahead."  She knew that if they had
been alone he would never allow her to get away with not eating
what he had ordered, but hoped that Juliet's presence might
temper his demands.

     "None of that now", Juliet laughed, and stuck her fork into
an oyster, which she then brought to Brenna's mouth.  When Brenna
looked with surprise to her lover for help, he simply laughed and
said "Come on Brenna, open up."

     Faced with the fact that she could never stand up to him,
let alone both he and Juliet, Brenna opened her mouth and
swallowed, feeling the slick, wet oyster slide down her throat. 
The taste and texture made her gag, and she quickly reached for
her champagne to wash the horrible taste and feel from her mouth. 
     Her lover then fed Juliet, who opened her sweet mouth wide
to receive the offering.  The sight of Juliet opening up to her
lover caused Brenna to forget the nasty taste in her mouth, since
the feelings in other parts of her body were suddenly much more
important.  

     "Brenna, its your turn", Juliet laughed, handing her the
fork.  She stuck the fork in the slippery blob, dipped it in the
sauce, and reached over to her lovers mouth.  The look in his
eyes made her hand to tremble, almost causing her to lose the
oyster before it made it to his mouth.  When his mouth, which he
used so well to cause her such exquisite pleasure and pain,
opened to receive the oyster she shuddered with excitement, for
both pleasures remembered and those anticipated.

     They continued feeding each other until all of the shellfish
and champagne were gone.  The tension was building with each
brush of hand against cheek.  For the last one, Juliet
blindfolded Brenna with her hand while her lover dropped the
oyster into her mouth.

     The feel of that delicate hand covering her eyes, with her
lover watching, her mind replaying all the times he had
blindfolded her, was more than she could bear.  She quickly got
up from the table and started walking away to the restroom to
compose herself.  Before she could get away, she felt his strong
hand tightly grip her wrist.

     "Wait, we're leaving.  Juliet has to get back to the hotel
soon anyway."

     The valet brought his car, a wonderful little silver
Massarati, and they all got in.  Because the small convertible
had only two seats, he opened the top told Juliet to sit on
Brenna's lap.  She was afraid that Juliet would feel the heat
radiating from her sex, since she was afire with excitement.

     This fear become secondary when, as he was helping Juliet
into the car, he lifted the back of the younger woman's skirt so
that her bare bottom was sitting on Brenna.  Juliet made no
protest, and in fact pressed her ass hard against Brenna's
thighs.

     "No panties Juliet?" he commented wryly.  My dear, what do
they teach you in those English schools?"

     They drove through the city, up and down the hills of San
Francisco, with the landscape mimicking the movement in Brenna's
stomach, until they reached the hotel that Juliet's husband
managed.

     As they pulled up to the door Juliet asked then in.  "My
husband is working, and I'm not tired.  Please come up and have a
quick drink with me."

     "Of course", her lover said, without looking to Brenna for
consent.

     The walk through the elegant lobby and the ride in the
elevator were completely silent.  Each of them was alone with
their fantasies and fears, and with the realization that no
longer would those fears only be fantasies.

     He lover entered the suite last.  Without speaking, he
looked at Juliet and reached for Brenna.  His hands found her
blouse and he began slowly unbuttoning it.

     Juliet said nothing, but watched him continue to undress
Brenna, until she was wearing only her stockings, garter belt,
panties and bra.

      Juliet took a long, slow look at the picture, then walked
towards them.  When she came close enough, he took her hand and
placed it on the clasp of the bra, resting it in the ample
cleavage of Brenna's breasts.

     Juliet undid the clasp, and as the breasts fell free she
reach for one of the nipples.  As she did so, he reached for the
other, and both of them bent to suck at the same time.
     
     The sight of both of their heads sucking at her breasts, and
the feel of both nipples being suckled at the same time, sent
Brenna to the edge.  She felt the her body beginning to climax,
to fall back into that special place of pure ecstasy.
     
     Suddenly she was brought harshly back by the crack of his
hand against her bottom.

     "You do not come without my permission", he said coldly.

     As the pain of that first hard slap registered, it was
quickly followed by another harsh slap, and then another.  Her
body started to pull away to escape the pain, not thinking of
what she was doing.      

     "How dare you try to pull away!"  He dragged her to the
couch and thrust her face first over the sofa.

     "Hold her arms", he ordered Juliet, who quickly ran around
to grab her hands.  

     Brenna looked over her shoulder and saw him taking off his
belt and doubling it over.  She began to cry, with both fear and
embarrassment, knowing full well what was in store for her and
mortified that Juliet would see her being whipped.

     "Wait a minute..something seems to be wrong here" he said
softly.  "Juliet my dear..will you please come around and relieve
Brenna of those lovely black lace panties which seem to be
creating a bit of an obstacle?"

     Brenna groaned softly as Juliet let go of her hands and
walked around the couch.  She felt those tiny fingers reaching
under the waist of the panties and pulling them down, over her
ass and thighs.  

     "Come now luv..step out", Juliet crooned.

     "Much better", said her lover, as he reviewed the now naked
bottom framed by the black garters. "Alright Juliet, ready for
the show?"

     Juliet laughed, and walked back around to the other side of
the couch, grasping Brenna's wrists firmly in her small but
strong hands.

     Suddenly Brenna's enjoyment of the beauty of Juliet's face
was aborted as the belt lashed out and hit her right in the crown
of her ass.  As she felt that first searing pain, Brenna cried
out futility, "No, please no, you can't, not in front of her,
please, Noooooo!"

     "Don't you ever tell me no", was his only reply, although
the belt emphasized his statement by striking her again, this
time at the base of her cheeks.

     As Brenna's cries grew louder, and the strokes faster and
more frenzied, Juliet held her tighter and tighter.  Brenna could
tell from the look in her eyes as she watched the severe beating
that she was burning with excitement at the sight of her friend
being so severely punished.

     He continued whipping her for at least five minutes, until
Brenna's ass was a deep crimson, with purplish stripes at the
base where he concentrated his most severe efforts.  

     Suddenly he stopped, dropped the belt, and slowly walked
around to stand behind Juliet.  Brenna watched as his hands
reached under the girls dress and he caressed her ass, undoing
the garters to release her stockings.  He then dropped to his
knees and began kissing her between her thighs, circling his
tongue around her most sensitive spot to feed the flames which
had risen at the sight of her friends anguish.

     Brenna became less and less aware of the burning in her
bottom as she viewed her lover so intimately kissing her friend. 
Although she had begged and pleaded for the physical pain of the
beating to stop, she would have endured tenfold what she had
received if she could stop feeling the emotional pain of the
jealousy caused by watching his sweet caresses on another woman's
body.

     Her lover sensed her distress and stopped.  

    "Juliet, it seems that Brenna doesn't want to share with
you.  Now, that's not very friendly behavior, is it?"  Would you
like to try to change her mind?"

     Juliet smiled widely.  "Certainly..I've been waiting for the
opportunity all night."

     Brenna quickly realized what was going to happen, and tried
to rise off the couch, but her lover grabbed her shoulders and
pushed her face deep into the cushions.

     "Do you have a hairbrush somewhere dear?" he asked.  I think
this lovely bottom may be a bit bored with the belt."

     "Of course I do", answered Juliet, picking up a heavy
mahogany backed brush from the dresser.  "And it is my preferred
instrument..so much more definite, don't you think?"

     Juliet walked back to Brenna, laid the cold brush against
her flaming, upturned bottom, and slowly drew it back.

     "CRAACK!"  Juliet smacked the brush down hard on the center,
first on one cheek, then the other.  Brenna quickly realized, as
the agonizing blows rained down in a quick, hard rhythm on her
already well punished ass, that Juliet's diminutive size in no
way reflected her strength.

     This second spanking continued as long as the first.  The
sounds of Juliet's laugher mingled with the loud smacks of the
brush, while Brenna's lover quietly looked on, alternately
reveling in Juliet's triumph and Brenna's agony.

     "That's enough", he said finally, after Brenna's struggles
ceased from exaustion and pain and the blows began to slow.

     He walked around the couch to stand behind Brenna again, and
reached out to pull her up.  He held her in his arms, reaching
around to gently caress her sore ass, then her face, with the
utmost love and gentleness.

     He took one of her hands with one of his, and reached for
Juliet's with the other, leading them both over to the bed, which
was an old four poster.  He picked Brenna up and lay her on the
bed, face up, spreading her four limbs each towards one of the
posts.  He placed a few soft down pillows under her aching ass,
raising her most intimate places for easier access.

     Retrieving the girls four stockings, he handed two to
Juliet. "Tie her legs" he commanded, in that gentle, iron tone
which only his voice had.  As he tied her arms, he caressed her
hands, her wrists, her neck, and finally her breasts, kissing and
nipping at her very hard nipples.

     When Juliet had finished tying her ankles, he walked to the
foot of the bed and bent Juliet over the footboard, placing her
head between Brenna's legs.  

     " I think you two should kiss and make up now, don't you?"
he said, as he pushed his hard member up against Juliet's ass. 
As Juliet began to kiss between Brenna's aching thighs and
cheeks, he knelt down and began kissing Juliet's pussy, mirroring
the movements her tongue was making between Brenna's legs.

     Just when both women reached the edge, he stopped, pulling
Juliet up and off of Brenna.  He picked her tiny body up and
placed her on her knees over Brenna's face, facing the headboard, so
Brenna could reciprocate those sweet kisses.

     He then quickly undressed, climbed up on the bed behind
Juliet, straddled Brenna's hips, and pushed himself inside of
his lover.  His fingers reached around Juliet's back to grab her
little nipples, so different from the ones on Brenna's chest
behind her.

     As Brenna felt that special fullness she had been aching for
all night her body rose to meet him, forgetting the pain in her
ass.  

     "Pleasure her", he ordered Brenna, as he pushed deeper
inside, sliding his cock all the way into the wet, hot tunnel
between her legs.

     When she did not immediately obey him, his hands left
Juliet's nipples and slapped Brenna's breasts, hard, one after
the other.

     "Do it now!"  

     Brenna's fear of the pain she knew he would inflict overcame
her shyness at so intimately kissing another woman and she began
licking, tentatively at first, then quicker as she found herself
actually enjoying the sensation.

     As his thrusts quickened, so did the speed of Brenna's
tongue.  Finally, she could no longer hold back and her orgasm
ripped through her, pulling her down into the explosion of the
pleasure that had been building all night.

     She felt Juliet and her lover shudder above her as they
reached climax as well, and the three fell limply against each
other.  They lay there, intertwined, without movement, until the
waves subsided and the room began taking shape again.

     Just as the pain of her ass and the bonds began to break
through her pleasure into awareness her lover climbed off her and
the bed.  He slowly and carefully undid the knots, massaging and
kissing each sore wrist and ankle as he pulled it away from the
post it had been bound to.

     Juliet also sat up and began to climb off the bed.  Before
the strangeness of the situation could set in, they were startled
by a rattling of and then a knock at the door.

     Juliet scrambled into her clothes as Brenna and her lover
hurried into the other room to dress.

     "Who is it?" Juliet called.

     "Its me honey, why is the chain on?" her husband called
through the locked door. "I just came up to change and see if you
wanted to join me for a late dinner."

     As she opened the door and greeted him with a hug, she
laughed, "No thanks hon, I already ate.  Brenna and her friend
fed me".

     As they left the hotel room, after being politely
introduced to Juliet's husband, Brenna leaned against her lover
and looked up into his eyes.  She knew then, as their absolute
understanding of each other again passed between them, that no
matter how many times he left physically, he would never be able
to truly break free of her, nor she of him, since that
understanding they shared of each other was only a reflection
of their knowledge of themselves.





