Archive-name: 3plus/apartmnt.txt
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Archive-title: Apartment, The


	She and I are in my apartment.  It is all white and the lights are
on.  It is late afternoon, and the shades are drawn.  I have a special
evening planned for her and she knows this, although she does not know what
I have in mind.
	
	We are both excited to the point of electricity on our skin.  We
undress, our skin tight and cool.  I can feel my heart thumping in my
chest.  She can sense that something is afoot, her nipples are hard, her
aereolae contracted about them, dark with tiny bumps.  The pale flesh
across her chest and shoulders is beginning to show a telltale flush.
	
	She knows the basic plan.  I place a blindfold on her, and make
sure that she cannot see.  I guide her to my futon on the floor, where she
lays down.  I position her in the center of it, then put her arms out above
her head, reaching for the two corners of the futon.  I move around and
spread her legs in a similar fashion.  I can see that her labia is becoming
red and swollen.  Her hands and feet are nearly reaching the corners of the
pad.
	
	I begin to tie her wrists with the cotton rope attached to lag
screws that I have sunk into the floor at each corner of the futon.  They
are immovable.  She begins to breath harder, writhing slightly.
	
	I continue to tie her up, pulling the cords taught at her wrists
and ankles.  She can move her torso a little, but cannot appreciably move
her limbs about.  I sit back to admire my handiwork, gazing over the
fullness of her breasts, her slim, boyish hips, the dark patch of hair at
the apex of her smooth slim thighs.  I watch her stomach move in and out
with her breathing, its concavity arousing me.
	
	The room is comfortably warm, so she will not get cold lying there
naked.  I go into the living room and start some music playing.  As the
music begins I quietly unlock the living room door, taking care not to make
any noise that she might hear.  My friend is there, waiting as planned.  I
motion for him to be quiet and to come in.  As requested, he is wearing
only running shorts and a t-shirt, so that it will be easy for him to
disrobe quietly.  I motion that I am returning to the bedroom and for him
to get undressed.  I made certain that he would have showered and put on my
cologne - that she gave me - before coming over.
	
	I walk back to the bedroom, barely able to breath for my
excitement.  I glance back at my friend and see his tan muscular body.  I
look at his growing penis imagining where it will soon be.
	
	I begin to disrobe.  She can hear me undressing.  She senses my
excitement - I can see her lips quivering.
	
	I bend down to the bed, leaning over her.  I sniff at her sex
without touching her, I move across her body without touching her.  She can
feel me but cannot reciprocate my touch.  I lean back and motion for my
friend to quietly enter the room.  I can tell by the way he looks and
breathes that he is very excited also.
	
	I lay down between her legs and brush across her pubic hair with my
face.  Her breath catches.  I slowly work my way down to her moist vagina
with my mouth and nose, parting her hair.  I breath on her sex.  Finally I
press my lips against her labia, and spread it apart with my tongue.  I
smell her fragrant odor as my tongue encounters a wet slickness.  Slowly, I
move my tongue around, lightly playing across her clitoris and vaginal
lips.  She moans and grinds her hips about, pushing her sex into my face.
	
	I withdraw and kiss my way up her belly, pausing at her breasts to
suck on her nipples.  Her entire chest is flushed to a deep crimson.  I
hold my face before hers, letting her smell herself on me.  She moves to
kiss me but I pull away, brushing my face against hers.  I draw myself up.
She feels my knees at the sides of her torso, and knows what is coming
next.
	
	I pause there, my penis hanging above her face.  She cannot see it,
but knows it is there somewhere.  Her mouth opens slightly.  She leans her
head back.  She begins to breath deeply through her mouth.  I can tell that
her eyes, beneath the blindfold, are shut.  Her face is red.  I move about,
the anticipation exciting me beyond belief.  My penis floats thick and
engorged above her face, the head smooth and purple.  I feel as thought I
have never been this hard.  I enjoy watching her waiting for me.
	
	I move ever so slightly to brush my penis against her cheek.  She
turns immediately, seeking it with her mouth, but I pull back.  I slowly
lower the head to her lips until it hangs quivering mere millimeters above
them.  I gently set it down.  She opens her mouth slightly, knowing I will
not pull back again.  She simply lays there, with the swollen head of my
penis softly touching her lips.
	
	Then she opens her mouth and leans her head forward to engulf me.
She takes half of my penis into her mouth at once and slides back off of
it.  She continues to slide her mouth over the end of it, sucking on it.  I
feel my penis surge in her mouth, harder still than it was before.  She
plays with it, sliding her teeth over the head.  I can see her hands
clenching, her toes curling, her arms and legs straining against her bonds.
I feel the excitement begin to swell in my scrotum.  I pull back, out of
her mouth.  She leans her head back, a line of saliva still connecting her
mouth and my penis.  My penis is glistening with her spit.
	"Wait," I say, "not yet."  I stand up and move away from her.
	
	"What are you doing?" she asks.  I make no reply, but motion to my
friend.  He moves over to her, and kneels down over her body in the same
position I was.  He has never seen her before, and now, seeing her
blindfolded and tied beneath him, is excited immensely.  I move quietly and
place my head next to his.
	
	"I just want to make it last," I whisper, as my friend lowers his
penis over her mouth.  She eagerly opens her mouth at the touch of his
cock, engulfing him as she did me, believing him to be me.  My friend
gasps, quickly containing his voice.  She sucks him violently, slobbering
over his cock, pulling on it with her mouth and then sliding over the head,
back and forth, back and forth.  She imagines it ejaculating, filling her
mouth with semen.
	
	The moment of truth.  My friend has his hands at the sides of her
head, she brushes against his forearms as she sucks him.  Slowly, gently, I
lay my hands on her thighs.  She stops sucking my friend immediately.
	
	She pulls her head back, his cock falling from her mouth.  It rests
against her chin.  She knows now that there are two people with her, but
she doesn't know who is who.  She ponders the thought that someone has been
watching her suck on my penis.  Or alternatively, that she has been sucking
on someone else's penis.
	
	She makes no sound, but lies there, breathing heavily.  I kneel
between her legs and lay my penis against her abdomen.  Yes, there are two
men here, two penises touching her.  I place my penis at the entrance of
her vagina.  She closes her mouth and swallows.  Her mind is racing.  Two
penises are touching her.  She still does not know who is who.  Touching
either her face or her vagina is the penis of a stranger.  She feels
herself uncontrollably aroused.
	
	"Wait..." she whispers as I begin to push into her.  She doesn't
know who is who.  Neither my friend or I respond.  I pause for a moment.
	
	She leans her head back, exhaling in a deep, husky whisper:
	
	"Yessss..."
	
	I slide into her.  She moans out loud.  My friend presses his penis
at her face.  She pauses for a moment and then opens her mouth to take him
in.
	
	I thrust all the way into her and out again, abandoned in the
moment.  Her mouth stretched around my friend's penis, her face
flushed with excitement, my penis thrusting into her, my hands upon her
hips, she abandons herself.  Realizing that two men are in her, that two
penises are in her, that two men will come in her, she bucks her body in
orgasm.

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