It
seemed obvious in retrospect, but it had never occurred to Amanda that she and
Jack and Sarah would… no, the idea was ridiculous! Jack would… he would just have
to… he would continue to look at her with those eyes that melted her, and every
fantasy she’d had while lying bound on the bed came flooding back, but this
time Jack was masterful- he took her, used her, made her wail like a banshee.
She saw Sarah’ s state of near-insane arousal, and Jack’s purplish-red
erection, and her own breathing grew harsh.
“Yes, Jack.. My turn.” Jack shifted his weight to get up, but Amanda
waved him back. She picked up the pillowcase of ropes and scarves, and knelt on
the floor beside him. She placed her hands behind her back, and closed her
eyes.
In
the darkness, she could hear Jack panting in his excitement, and she felt his
breath on her back as he drew closer, and began to tie her wrists. He then
placed both hands on her shoulders, and lay her down on her side. She felt him
pull her up against Sarah’s bound form; the bound arms of the two women were
nested inside each other as Jack began to use the rope to fasten their bodies
together, back to back. Amanda could feel the slickness as the sweat of their
bodies mixed. She opened her eyes, now, to see Jack down by their feet: he
bound her left ankle to Sarah’s right, and vice versa. When he had finished,
Jack stood up, and looked down at the two women lying bound at his feet. Amanda
was facing him, Sarah behind her, and she was waiting for some quip from her
pirate fantasy—“now, I have you, my proud beauties”—or something of the sort.
Instead, as he regarded then, tears began to well in his eyes. He dropped to
his knees.
“Jack?”
Amanda was puzzled and a bit frightened. “Jack, what is it?”
He turned his face back to hers. “Amanda,
I’m sorry. I know I read about guys who can do this, but I just… I can’t do
both of you!”
"What?”
“I’ve always fantasized about having more than one woman at a time, but
I can’t do that—I know after I come once, I’ll be no good for hours. It’s not
fair—you both look so great, and you both—“
“Jack.” Amanda cut him off with a sigh. She could feel Sarah heaving
against her, and heard her ragged gasps. So, Sarah, she thought, I
guess there’s a ‘Little Miss Pervo’ in all of us somewhere. With a twinge,
she said, “Jack, I know Sarah didn’t always treat you well before, but I really
think that’s what tonight was all about—changing that. I think you’ll find that
she’s more open about your fantasies than she was before, so… give her what she
needs.” Amanda tried not to cry as she finished. Jack nearly blubbered his
thanks as he bent down and kissed her lips.
“Oh, Amanda—you really are gorgeous all tied up like this—both of you. I
think I’m in love with you both, now, and –“
“Jack, please. Do me one favor.” Amanda nodded her head at the
pillowcase. “Tie another piece of that clothesline to my wrists, then run it up
between my legs. Pull it as far in as you can, and tie it around my waist and
knot it again. Then use some of those scarves to gag me. You can dream of both
of us at your mercy as you fuck Sarah.”
Amanda closed her eyes again as Jack’s beautiful fingers fell all over
themselves in his delight. It took him a few tries to get the crotchrope just
where she wanted it, but when it was finally tight enough, he took up one of
her yellow silk scarves, and held it to her lips. She felt him start to push it
between her teeth, and she opened her eyes and shook her head.
“No. It has to be more. Get another scarf—no, get two—and tie them
inside that one. Then put it in my mouth.” Jack complied, and soon Amanda felt
her mouth stuffed full with the clingy silk; Jack didn’t tie it nearly as tight
as Amanda would have herself, but it would do. She bit down on the stuffing,
hard, and braced herself.
In
a moment, she could hear Sarah’s gagged moans increase in volume, and the naked
writhing of her roommate’s body against hers soon had Amanda bearing herself
down on the crotchrope. Damn, she thought, why didn’t I have a dildo he could
have used?
Jack’s caresses were driving Sarah closer to the edge, now, and her body
bucked and pulled against the ropes—she didn’t pull free, but she did pull Amanda
off the floor and slam her back down as she twisted.
Amanda didn’t care. She could hear Jack roaring his passion, now, and she drove
herself deeper into her fantasy—now, Jack was a ferocious Mongol chieftain, and
she was the princess of the latest country to fall to his predations. She lay
in his bedchamber now, chained and helpless as the fiend prepared to slake his
lust on her naked form. Her nether muscles worked madly at the rope in her sex,
as she felt Sarah react to Jack entering her. For what seemed like hours, her
roommate’s body quaked and flailed in their shared bondage, and Amanda felt she
must go mad with lust as the two women’s voices mixed in a choir of gagged
passions.
Finally, Amanda felt Sarah heave up one last time, and collapse back against
her. She could hear the bubbling of her breath through the saliva around the
ballgag, and Jack gasping for breath himself.
Amanda began to cry. The fantasies, the dreams—she deserved them! But as
horrible as Sarah could be to her, in the end, that’s who Jack wanted, and
Amanda would have to console herself with giving Jack what he wanted. She
sniffled and sobbed, rubbing herself uselessly against the rope which gave no
sign of ever bringing her any relief.
She felt movement behind her; Sarah’s body seemed to shift as Amanda
felt the ropes binding them together loosen. Jack’s sleepy voice was mumbling
something, and Amanda could have sworn she heard a juicy giggle come from
Sarah’s stoppered mouth.
The rope between Amanda’s legs was loosened,
and pulled free; she started to screech into her gag, when she felt it replaced
with a slender finger. Jack began to explore the sopping walls of her sex, and
Amanda pushed herself down harder to meet him. The next sensation truly stunned
her—another finger had made its way inside her—even smaller and more slender,
with a long, manicured nail at the end. Sarah began to stimulate her roommate,
now, in tandem with Jack. Amanda writhed and fought as the waves of pleasure
began to wash over her. It felt too good—it had to stop! She tried pulling
away, but then, that’s why she was tied up, wasn’t it—so that she had to endure
whatever was done to her.
Amanda opened her eyes, looking about her wildly. Jack was now lying
with his face next to her, looking sleepily at her as his hand drove her mad.
She couldn’t see Sarah’s face, but the gagged laughter behind her continued as
Sarah tormented her unbearably.
“Uhh—Uhh—Uhh!” Amanda’s rhythmic moans grew louder, and Jack and Sarah
worked her pussy harder and harder. Finally, Amanda’s eyes rolled back in her
head, and she came with a shattering, shuddering crash. Her body shook and
quaked, and the hands inside wouldn’t leave until they had wrung every last
ounce of sanity from her.
Amanda lay still, bathing in the warmth radiating from the naked body
bound so close to hers.
Amanda closed her eyes. She could see Amanda and Sarah, now, brave warrior
Amazons, who had fallen into the clutches of the wicked Ares, who stood over
them now, cock rampant. As she was drifting off to sleep, Jack was caressing
her, soothing her. His voice was a low murmur.
“Next time, you get ‘firsts’.” He slumped back against her, and began to
snore. Amanda smiled under her gag, and did the same.