Author's Note:

This is a work of fiction.  Any resemblance to real people is 
entirely in your own head.  But enjoy it anyway.

Also, this is my first erotic story.  Thanks to Kristen, of "The 
Kristen Collection" on asstr.org for the inspiration and for 
collecting so many fantastic stories.

I'd like feedback -- please send it to bongo_ras@my-deja.com .

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imaginable.  All I ask is that you email me and let me know where 
you are posting it.

Bongo Ras, bongo_ras@my-deja.com



"The Pair"

	I was going to say, if you don't want to read 
stories with male / male bi sex, don't read this one.  
But fuck you if you can't take it.  You don't see 
disclaimers like that before any of the million Shelly 
the sexy bi cheerleader stories out there, right?  So 
fuck it anyhow.  This is a story that I have to tell.  
I just have to, and I hope my friend Frosty likes it 
too.  It was like this:
	I didn't think I was opening any big can of worms 
when I took the personal ad out.  "28 year old Male 
seeks exciting female partner for fun, games, 
sexploration.  Let's live our wildest fantasies 
together!  No strings attached, please."  I have a 
good relationship, see, and I just figured, before I 
get married I'd like to learn a little bit about my 
sexuality.  No bullshit.  I was out for a simple 
solution - a slut like I read about online, who maybe 
I could take `shoe shopping' or to the `amusement 
park.'  You know, your basic exhibitionist run of the 
mill bisexual cum slut.  And cute.  Intelligent, I 
hoped.
	Not a lot of responses came in.  In fact, none.  
I was about to cancel the ad when I got a curious 
voicemail.  It was a sexy sounding woman's voice, and 
it went "Hi.  I'm the raven, and I'm looking for the 
same thing as you.  If you think you're wild enough to 
try what I have in mind, call me at (xxx)xxx-xxxx."  
(yeah, like I'll really give you her number.  Right.)
	My palms were sweating and I almost didn't call, 
but fuck it, I spent $35 for the ad and my girlfriend 
wasn't getting any wilder, so I called.  The same 
woman answered, and I said some lame thing like `hi, 
I'm Bob, I got your response to my voice mail.'  I 
think I expected something slick.  Instead I got 
something like `oh.  I'm . raven . um, do you want to 
meet for coffee or something?'  
	So I found myself in a local Border's bookshop 
wearing `a green sweatshirt' waiting for a girl who 
didn't say she she'd wear or look like.  I expected 
anything from a fat awful slob to a friend of mine 
playing a joke.  I wasn't prepared for what I got.
	"Hi, I'm the raven.  But you can call me Frosty."  
Sitting across from me was a very attractive woman in 
her early twenties.  Now, I'm no slouch - I'm 28 and 
fit, my hair's good, my face is fine and I have nice 
eyes.  But I'm not used to meeting women like Frosty, 
with her olive skin, brown eyes, breasts that are 
upright and round, and shoulder length black - raven 
colored, actually - hair that set off her skin 
exquisitely.  She was wearing jeans and a black top.  
Nothing slutty.  Just what your average drop dead 
gorgeous woman wears when she's meeting a guy for a 
sexual adventure, I suppose.
	We made small talk for a bit and really, 
honestly, we hit it off.  We were becoming friends.  I 
could tell, she'd pose no threat to my relationship, 
but I could make her laugh, and when talked, I 
listened and she made sense.  So after like a half 
hour, I was wondering if this was going to go 
anywhere, of if it was some sort of misunderstanding.
	"So Frosty.  You said something about `wild 
enough to try what you have in mind.'  I think I am, 
but how can I answer that when I don't know what you 
have in mind?  I'm thinking, probably you already know 
I'm wild enough to have a cup of coffee in Borders 
with you."
	She blushed, just a tiny bit.  An almost 
imperceptible blush.  "Oh, you never can tell.  Coffee 
in Borders can be quite exciting, you know.  But 
that's not what I mean.  I've been invited to join in 
a club by an older man at my office.  It's like, some 
kind of sex club.  I totally wouldn't care about 
getting in except I'm just a paralegal and this guy's 
a partner in the firm.  Plus,  plus,  well, it sounds 
kind of fun.  He asked me to join, but he told me in 
order to be eligible I'd have to bring a man with me.  
And that we'd both have to be willing to have ANYTHING 
happen.  I wasn't going to bother but then I read your 
ad.  And I started thinking. Do I want try any of the 
things I think about before going to bed at night?  I 
do.  So it sounded like a good idea. if you're 
interested."
	At this point, Frosty's brown eyes and delicious 
body had me totally captivated.  If she had said she 
were looking for someone to compile lists of legal 
procedures for her I'd have gone along, fuck, I'd have 
done anything she asked.  But when she started talking 
about a sex club, it sounded to good to be true.  I 
almost came in my pants - in fact, I was aware of a 
pretty steady drip from the end of my dick.  "That 
sounds interesting.  When is it?"
	"I'll call."  She pulled out a cell phone and 
dialed.  "Hi, Mr. Atkinson?  It's Frosty.  From work?  
Remember that club?  Yes.  Yes, I know where that is.  
What time?  OK.  We'll be there."
	"That's strange," she said, "it was almost like 
he expected me to call.  He wants us to come by 1042 
Elm Street at 11:30 tonight.  I hope you're free?"
	"I am now.  But it's only 5:00.  How can we kill 
6 hours?"  I had a good idea.  So did Frosty.  We 
spent the next six hours at her apartment.  We 
explored each other lovingly for an hour.  Her body 
was a delightful as I expected, her nipples extra 
sensitive, her tongue talented.  She had some ideas 
about keeping fresh for the night, so we mostly played 
with each other.  Her mouth was warm, and we decided 
one orgasm apiece would leave plenty of appetite.  
When I came in her wonderful mouth, and looked 
straight into my eyes as she swallowed.  I took my 
time down below on her.  She was satisfied, her orgasm 
coming in giant waves, moaning, grinding her hot pussy 
into my face.  This was the passion I'd been looking 
for.  I couldn't wait for the rest of the night.
	1042 Elm was in a ritzy, old-money part of town.  
The house itself was set back, near the country club.  
There was a string of impressive automobiles parked in 
front.  Mine was the only Honda Civic.  In fact, the 
next cheapest car was probably worth three Honda 
Civics.  The lights were on, and we parked and walked 
up the walkway to the door.  I looked at Frosty and 
said, "Well, sweetie. This ought to be interesting."  
We kissed deeply, and were still kissing and embracing 
when the door opened and a man's voice said "Inside.  
The two of you.  Now."
	Frosty and I entered into a foyer.  She said "Hi, 
Mr. Atkinson."
	Mr. Atkinson said, "Frosty.  I'm so glad you 
could make it.  Any this must be Bob.  Welcome."  He 
was a craggily handsome 50ish man with gray hair, 
clean shaven.  His eyes were black, and as warm as the 
coal that made up Frosty the Snowman's legendary eyes.  
As we shook hands I saw he was wearing black leather 
gloves.  He lead us into the next room, which was lit 
with muted lamps and featured a raised platform in the 
center upon which was a bed.  An extremely large round 
bed, with no posts, but some rails towards the top.  
Which were worn down slightly.
	"You have been invited to join in an exclusive 
club.  We are devoted to the arts of the erotic.  As a 
club, we deny each other nothing.  Our members take 
each other as we wish; without regard.  If you qualify 
for membership, Frosty and Bob, you will both be part 
of the most exclusive and powerful circle of lust in 
the city.  Nay, in the nation."
	Nay.  Who the hell says `nay.'  I almost `nay-ed' 
him right in the balls.  But I could see how excited 
Frosty was.  Her eyes were glistening, her nipples 
were hard, and I think I knew her well enough to sense 
some moisture between her thighs.  So I held my 
tongue.  Even if this is a scam and he wants to watch 
us screw, or wants to screw her while I watch, what 
the hell.  I was close to her already and besides, it 
sounded kind of kinky and fun.
	"The rules are this," he continued, "the first 
evening is initiation.  Tonight you prove your 
willingness to surrender your bodies, your souls even, 
to the club.  If you pass the test tonight, then 
tomorrow, we shall deny you nothing.  Are you 
willing?"
	I looked at the raven.  She looked scared, but 
excited.  I felt her squeeze my hand.  I nodded.  She 
did the same.  "Yes, Mr. Atkinson.  We accept."  I 
eagerly awaited the group fucking and sucking.  I'd 
only read about this sort of orgy.  Wow.  
	"Remove all of your clothes."  We took off our 
clothes.  Frosty looked so hot.  I could see she was 
trembling with lust or fear when we stood naked next 
to each other.  My cock was already risen to full 
mast.  Even though this old guy was there.  I guess a 
prick knows no shame.  He commanded us to lie down on 
the bed.  Before we could stop him, he had handcuffed 
my left hand to her right hand.  The chain between our 
hands was secured to the rail.  Although we could move 
our other arms at will, we couldn't get up.  Then we 
were blindfolded.
	"Kiss her."
	I didn't have to be asked twice.  I leaned over 
and found Frosty's face.  It was warm and I 
passionately explored her mouth.  My hand went to her 
boobs and felt the rock hard point of her nipples 
pressing into my palm.  I dropped my mouth to her 
succulent breasts as one hand explored her pussy.  She 
was dripping wet already and I heard her moan, and she 
began to slowly jerk me off.  I was vaguely aware of 
footsteps and voices.  Men's voices, woman's voices.  
Then, as I was about to put my cock inside of Frosty's 
delicious cunt for the first time that night. my cock 
was at the edge, I could feel her pussy throbbing, her 
hands were on my ass, one finger was playing with my 
anus, her mouth on my chest, sucking and licking me, 
oh I was about to fuck her that wonderful woman, I 
started sliding my cock into her when I felt a pair of 
female hands on my face.  And heard a female voice. 
	"No, no, no. mustn't fuck this little slut just 
yet."  It was a sexy voice, an upper class sort of 
west side, silver spoon sort of sexy, cocaine and her 
daddy's doorman sort of slutty, screw the tennis tutor 
and fuck her hubby's business partner sort of bitchy.  
And my cock was cruelly squeezed and I was pulled off 
of Frosty.  I heard her moan.  And heard her gasp "oh 
god, fuck me.  Fuck me.  Oh oh yes, I love the way 
your cock fills me, keep fucking me."  Who was fucking 
her?  I didn't have time to think about it though, 
because I was on my back with a shaven pussy in my 
face.  I couldn't see but I could taste, and I could 
lick, so I did.  I started to lick that cunt for all 
it was worth.  While I was licking someone took my 
hand and soon I was sliding my fingers inside of hairy 
cunt.  A warm mouth engulfed my prick.  I felt legs 
squeezing my head and heard that same aristocratic 
voice moaning as an orgasm ripped through the pussy in 
my mouth and long nailed hands roughly raked my chest 
and I felt a tongue enter my anus and then the long 
nailed finger made it's way down, my wet cock in the 
hair, rubbing it's blade across my prick, down my 
balls, and then plunging deep so fucking deep inside 
my asshole. 
	I heard Frosty moaning passionately, then 
shouting her climax `oh yes, keep oh god you fuck so 
fuck me OH OW MY ASS oh please stop not there oh,' now 
crying, then moaning again `oh god I love it you fuck 
my asshole it feels good yes oh fuck me' and then a 
grunting sound and a man's voice saying `yes slut I'm 
coming in your ass all over your pussy then all over 
you' and she kept moaning, crying, and I couldn't see 
and all I wanted was to see her but then, then I had 
problems of my own because the finger removed itself 
from my ass and I felt the bed sag as a heavier 
presence dragged itself up and then I felt a man's 
hands parting my legs.  
	`No man I'm not like that' but before I could get 
the words out of my mouth, my mouth was filled with 
soft cock.  I'd never tasted cock before.  It tasted 
shitty.  Cum was leaking out the front.  Then I 
realized why.  It was whoever had fucked my new 
friend's asshole.  He was shoving his flaccid cock in 
my mouth.  I just gave in and started sucking, getting 
the cum to stream slowly out the end.  I know how 
sensitive my own cock is after a fucking and I wanted 
to make this guy love it, and hell I guess I am 
bisexual after all, and then when I felt the prick of 
another unseen man edging between my ass cheeks I just 
let myself moan.  `Yes, oh man, fuck my asshole."  I 
moaned fuck my asshole, partially to get myself 
psyched, a little to let Frosty know what was going 
on, and a little because, honestly that's what I 
wanted.  I wanted to have my asshole fucked.  
	And so it went on for hours.  I didn't see 
anyone.  I ate so many different cunts and felt so 
many different mouths on my prick.  My ass was 
violated at least ten times by penises, and once I'm 
sure by a dildo.  I heard Frosty come, and I heard 
other women come next to me.  I knew she was having 
her holes filled as relentlessly and by as many 
different things . genders . people as me and from her 
moans, she was loving it like I was.  I was a total 
slut.  I lived for the sensation of being fucked.  My 
ass was just a hole to be filled like my mouth.  My 
prick was just a thing to be sucked jerked fondled 
straddled ridden.  It just stayed hard, blasting load 
after load, sometimes into mouths, sometimes 
splattering back up and onto my chest, sometime into 
assholes and inside cunts, sometimes between titties 
and into chests and hands and into hair.  I kept 
moaning, begging for more, and I heard Frosty do the 
same.  Our hands were still cuffed together, and part 
way through the night we started holding hands.  I'd 
feel her squeeze my hand in the throes of a wild 
orgasm and I'd squeeze her hand when I came.  From our 
moans it was like, somehow, none of the people fucking 
sucking cumming on and in us were different from each 
other, it was like Frosty with her beautiful brown 
eyes was fucking my ass, like she was licking MY cunt, 
MY pussy, like I was fucking her titties, sucking her 
cock, like we were cumming on each other, in each 
other.
	After what felt like hours, hours, things slowed 
down.  I felt bodies leave the bed.  Then I heard the 
sound of many hands moving over many cocks.  I knew my 
love and I were in the middle of a circle jerk.  After 
many minutes, sperm started blasting down on me.  And 
her.  I kept my mouth open, my free hand slurping it 
up into my slutty mouth, reaching across my body, 
feeling it puddling up on Frosty, feeling her free 
hand do the same.  After a time, a strong pair of 
hands turned me over onto my stomach, so I was lying 
on top of her.  A pair of hands put my cock inside 
Frosty's pussy.  I knew it was hers, somehow.  I 
started slowly fucking, gently, passionately.  I 
started whispering `darling, I love you.'  We were 
kissing.  Then a pair of hands removed our blindfolds 
and there I was, astride my new beloved.  I could see 
the tears and joy and cum on her face, hair, body.  
Her nipples, so tasty and hard still, were sticky with 
jizz.  I know I looked the same way. I briefly glanced 
up into the circle of men and women.  All naked.  
Around me couples were copulating in every 
combination, men with women / men with men / women 
with women / and every imaginable combination.
	As I started to come, and I felt, and for the 
first time in that whole orgy saw her orgasm, I 
whispered in her ear, "so this is what you mean by 
wild?"
	We were still giggling when, hours later, we 
cleaned each other with our tongues and dragged our 
sexually satisfied carcasses back to her apartment for 
some well earned sleep.  I think I've found a new 
soulmate.  And we can hardly wait to initiate the next 
members!
	
