Date: Sun, 25 Oct 1998 16:53:38 -0500
From: Gem*Boy <gemboy@hotmail.com>
Subject: More Than I Bargained For (MMF, bond, forced, anal)

	I stood by the phone booth in a Burger King for about 10 minutes,
vacillating about if I should call her or not. I had called information and
found her new number; she had moved from the last time I had contact with
her four years ago.
	I was thinking about all the reasons not to call her (then filling
in arguments): she might be living with someone (even though I found a
number listed under her name) or she might not look like someone I want to
spend the night with (but four years ago I didn't let her 20 lbs over
weight stop me). There were other thoughts that could only be answered by
calling. There was a listing for Roberta Carpenter, but in a college town
like Columbus, OH there were many people moving in and out. It could be
another Roberta Carpenter. Maybe she was still mad at me.
	I was getting ready to do the infamous booty call. I had dated
Roberta for eight months after my divorce. I had met her at a Jazz club. I
didn't and don't usually make the trip from Cincinatti to hear music, but a
friend of mine convinced me it would be good to get out of town. I met
Roberta...Bobbi. I wouldn't have thought of being involved with a woman
like her -- short and stout -- but she began talking to me at the bar. Two
hours later my friend was driving back to Cincy alone and I was thrusting
into Bobbi doggie style on her living room floor. It was a one night stand
that turned into a weekend that turned into eight months. Had it not been
the driving from Cincy to Columbus and back every weekend; I might have
dated her longer. Besides taking me home on Sunday night (complete with a
backseat quickly at a rest stop), most of the driving was done by me. I
could definitely say the sex was top notch. What she lacked in traditional
beauty, Bobbi made up in a will to please.
	Remembering that first night cinched it. Bobbi was one of the few
women in my life that found me attractive -- for reasons not apparent to 99
percent of the women population. I was horny and the quarter was hot in my
hand.
	The phone rang 10 times and I thought of hanging up, but I was
alone in a town I didn't living in, looking at the possibility of driving
home in a rain storm. I was also feeling lonely and someone listening to
the phone ring was comforting.
	"Hello," came a gruff, annoyed voice. I thought it was Bobbi, but I
was so used to listening to the telephone ring it surprised me to hear a
voice.
	"Ummm, is this the Roberta Carpenter number," I asked feebly.
	"Who is calling," was her response and I realized I had the right
number.
	"Bobbi, this is Art," I explained.
	"Art....?" she replied and after a short silence, "Art Montage?"
	"Yes, I hope I am not interrupting, are your kids there," I was
speaking nervously and realized that asking about her kids was pretty
stupid. Her ex-husband had custody on the weekends and in the eight months
of our dating I only saw the kids half a dozen times. I didn't spend more
than four hours with them at any given time.
	She hesitated and then said, "No."
	"So how are you," and we began a somewhat stilted conversation.
About halfway through our talk, I thought that maybe there was someone with
her which would explain why the phone had rang so many times. I thought
about asking her, but was uncomfortable about fitting it in. Then we began
to talk more freely so I assumed she must have either just come home or
taking a nap. I was just about to invite myself over, when she excused to
use the toilet.
	I was feeling pretty embarrassed in the restaurant. It was 8
p.m. Friday evening and the fast food restaurant was filled with teenagers.
To be making a booty call in the midst of them, was only outdone by being
put on hold for five minutes. I thought about pretending to talk to
someone, but that seemed fairly foolish. I tried to listen closely to the
receiver to see if I could hear anything. I thought maybe I had heard the
television, but with the din of the restaurant; it could had been anything.
	"So what are you doing," she asked when she came back.
	I explained to her how I had come to town to see an art exhibit and
started thinking about her. I had not sense any resignation in her voice
from before, so I spread a feel layers about how I thought about her often
and being in this town gave me reason to wonder how she was.
	I told her I thought I would see if she might want to do
something...perhaps a Jazz club.
	"I don't know, you know what happened last time," she said, so
flirty, it sounded like a performance.
	"Yeah, I thought about that," I said, wondering if she was being
sarcastic with me.
	"Why don't we save the cover charge and listen to music here," she
asked and I could see her sly smile across town.
	I wanted to flirt back, but it seemed like the three 17-year-olds
at the table next to me were paying a bit too much attention to my
conversation. When she sensed my uneasiness I explained how there were
several young ears quite near by.
	"That would be nice," I said.
	"Would it be nice if I tied you up and stuck several fingers up
your ass," she teased me. During our relationship we had often flirted over
the phone like this, creating scenarios that didn't always come true, but
were fun to play with.
	"Ummm Hmmm," I said, knowing I must have been turning red; I knew I
was beginning to sweat. I was very uncomfortable with a lump in my throat
and a much larger one in my pants.
	"I mean it, if you come over...I'm tying you up," she said and I
knew she meant it.
	"Why don't you give me some directions," I replied, answering her
proposition indirection.
	"Take off your clothes and put your hands behind your back..."
	"I mean directions to your house," I said, cutting her off.
	She giggled, then had me explain where I was and explained how to
get to her duplex. Fortunately I was nearby, and I didn't have much to
remember, or far to travel.

                                  * * * * *

	In the 10 minutes it took me to drive to her place I wondered if
she was playing with my mind or not, knowing that when it came to sex,
Bobbi usually came through.
	I parked my car in the back, with three other cars, and went up the
back steps. She met me at the door and we embraced. The back door lead into
a small laundry room. On the washing machine, there was a bandana.
	She might have gained weight, but I couldn't tell. She had changed
her hair; I thought for the better. She had a robe on and seemed to be
naked underneath. My hand were on her back and I could tell she didn't have
a bra on.
	"Turn around," she said, reaching for the bandanas. She tied me up
and I giggled nervously, but complied.
	Once she had my hands tied, she reached from behind me and
unbuckled my pants. She had not closed the door and I could see an open
window.
	"Aren't you afraid the neighbors might see?" I asked just before
she let my pants drop to the floor.
	"Not really, it won't be me they see naked," she said with
playfulness in her voice. She grabbed my erect penis and tugged at it,
pulling me into the kitchen. She led me to a chair and I sat down.
	There were a several more bandanas on the table with some facial
pads. Bobbi put a couple pads on each of my eyes and then held them with a
bandana. She tied the bandana and then tied another around my eyes. I
wasn't used to this and didn't really grasp what she was doing.
	She straddled my legs and sat on my lap. At that point, I knew she
wasn't wearing underwear because I felt her pubic hair rubbing against me.
She held my head and we kissed for several minutes. She began to unbutton
my shirt.
	"How long have you wanted to do this?" I asked.
	"With you?"
	"Yes...with me," I replied and she pushed my shirt over my
shoulders.
	I lost a moment of what she was doing, but quickly realized what
when she bit my left nipple and then licked it after I flinched.
	"I've wanted to do this every since the St. Louis game," she
finally answered my question, then she bit my right nipple. I flinched
again, but it was her answer that really nipped at me. She was referring to
the baseball game we had seen the weekend I let her know I didn't want to
date her anymore.
	I wasn't sure what to say. She could be just playing with my mind
or possibly she WAS harboring a grudge.
	"Don't look so surprised," Bobbi said getting off my lap. She
tugged at my cock again. "Get up, we are going into the living room."
	She pulled me into what I assumed was the living room. By now I
could feel my heart thumping against my sternum. Bobbi turned me around.
She placed her hand against my chest and lightly pushed. I was feeling
vulnerable, thinking if she was seeking revenge she could be doing
anything, like pushing me down a flight of stairs into the basement or down
on a roll of barbed wire.
	"Sit," she said. I went to step back, but my calf felt something
and I stumbled down into a chair. The chair felt prickly against my ass.
Bobbi removed some of my apprehensions when she slid her mouth over my
penis. When she lived her head, sliding me out of her mouth, she raked her
teeth gently up my shaft. The sensation caused me to flex with delight.
	I felt her untie my shoes and pull them off, then she yanked off my
pants. My underwear went with my pants and I could hear the pants hit the
floor next to us. She grabbed the ankle of my right foot and guided my foot
to her pubic hair and rubbed the ball of my foot through her thick mess.
	"I see you still aren't shaving," I said.
	"No, you are right," Bobbi replied and set my foot down. She had
moved away. I was pretty sure she was in the room for the next five minutes
but I wasn't completely sure. I heard her light a match and I was pretty
sure she lit a candle. I heard her flick a light switch. I couldn't see
very much with the blindfold but I sensed it getting darker.
	She wrapped a rope around my left ankle, tying it. She did the same
to my right. Then she placed what felt like a broom handle on the top of my
feet and I could feel her tying the rope on my left foot to what turned out
to be some kind of two foot wooden stick. She spread my feet and tied my
right ankle. When she stood up and walked away from me I realized --
without any resistance -- I let her completely tie me up.
	The thought frighten me. Here I was with a woman who I haven't seen
in four years; who might be feeling hurt by our break-up, and I had just
let her render me helpless. I tested the bonds around my ankles and
realized she had done a good job. Too good for my peace of mind.
	"You're not really mad at me are you?" I asked.
	"No, what ever made you think that," she said, startling me because
she was standing right next to me.
	"ahhh!!" I yelped a second later when something burned my thigh. It
took a second, but I realized she had dripped wax on me. "Why did you do
that?"
	"To see how you would react," she said and then another drip hit
me. I realized that she must have been holding the candle fairly high above
me. The wax had mostly cooled by the time it hit my leg, it was just the
suddenness of it that scared me. I still flinched when it hit me and bobbi
laughed.
	I was waiting for another splash of wax, but when I heard water
running in the kitchen I realized she had left. It sounded like she was
filling some container with water, but at this point I really had trouble
figuring out what was happening. I was pretty sure I could smell some
jasmine incense burning.
	"I'm going to lead you over to a foot stool, so you will have to
get up," she said returning to the room.
	"Umm," I began edging forward in the chair to gain some leverage so
I could stand with my ankles in shackles, "I need to pee."
	"Okay," she said, again tugging at my penis. "We'll take care of
your bladder first."
	I could stand up, but I was wobbly. Bobbi grabbed my stabilize me.
	"Which way to the bathroom?" I asked.
	"We aren't going to the bathroom," she said and let go of me for a
second. For a fleeting second, I thought she meant she would lead me
outside. She returned and I felt her press something against the base of my
penis. My nervousness had caused my cock to deflate some and Bobbi grabbed
it.
	"Piss," she told me and I figured she must have a container of some
sort. I tried to pee, but the whole situation was unsettling.
	"Would you rather hold it in?" she joked and I pushed a stream of
piss out of me. When I was finished she shook my cock several times. "Shake
it more than twice and you are playing with it."
	With her last comment, I felt her flick my penis with her finger.
She moved away from me for a second and then returned, I guessed she had
set the container of my urine down somewhere. Standing beside me, she
reached her hand behind me, prodding me forward with her finger on my
sphincter.
	I waddled slowly, with the stick secured to my ankles. After
several steps she told me to drop to my knees and I did some, but it was
difficult and last few inches I just dropped forward.
	"Bend over," she told me and I did, but I was afraid I would, at
some point, fall on my face. I felt my stomach touch something that I
realized was a foot stool. I placed my chest on it and head drooped
forward, past the edge of the foot stool. Bobbi started to wrap thin string
or twine around me and the stool. She must have made 20 loops around me and
the foot stool.
	After the twine was tied, I sensed she had moved behind me. She
tickled my testicles and ran her finger against my penis.
	"Are you ready to be ass fucked?" she asked standing up and sounded
sympathetic.  I was thinking...or worrying more to the point, about how she
had shown me no affection besides our initial embrace and a kiss in the
kitchen. I heard some music start coming from the stereo...soft jazz.
	"I guess I don't have a choice," I answered her. I wasn't sure if I
did have a choice, but I was still looking forward to her playing with
me. We had talked about doing things like this before. After I had backed
out a few times, she stopped bringing it up, assuming I was all talk and no
action.
	She was kneeling next to my ass. I heard something dip into water
and I figured she had some sort of cloth that she was wringing out, when I
heard the excess water splash back into the tub. There was a pause and it
seemed as though she was rotating something in the cloth...soap. The cloth
was warm and sensual when she began to rub it against my ass. There was a
lot of lather on the cloth and she was soaping up my ass; paying extra
attention to my crevice and sphincter.
	The whole cleaning process felt oddly comforting after wondering
what she was going to do to me next. Once my ass was soaped up she rinsed
the cloth off and then wiped off the soap. The process was repeated on my
genitals, making me aware of how my cock and balls were not touching the
stool I was bound to, because it was the first I realized I was fully
erect.
	She had another cloth or towel, a dry one, that she patted me dry
with.
	She then startled me by squirting some lotion on the top of my
ass. It wasn't cold, it was as warm as the water had been and perhaps she
had been letting it soak in the tub, but the heavy dollop was different
than the washcloth
	The lotion was warm and there was a lot of it. I felt some of it
start to slither down the crack of my ass.
	 Bobbi began to massage the lotion into my ass, at first avoiding
the puckered folds of my sphincter. Though I could feel the twine cutting
into my skin and my arms seemed to be falling asleep from being tied behind
me, the massage was very soothing. Squirting more lotion on the cleft of my
ass she began to work her fingers along my crevice.
	When she began to probe a finger into my bum, it was met with
little resistance. She was very smooth in her actions and I was surprised
at how quickly she was able to work several fingers up my ass. Soon she was
able to fold all four of her small fingers and push them into me. Once her
hand was partly in me she would expand her fingers, stretching my rear
entrance.
	"mmmm," I moaned, partly to let her know what she was doing felt so
good and partly the sound just came out of me involuntarily. "How much are
you going to stretch me out?"
	"Enough," she said pushing her palm into me up to the crook of her
thumb. One of her fingers bumped against my prostrate, causing me to rotate
my hips. She pulled her out and after a moment I felt a phallus go into me.
I wasn't sure, but I guessed it was the penis shaped dildo her ex-husband
had given her.
	Bobbi kept working the dildo in and out of me. Her other hand
rubbed my stomach some and then caressed my penis.
	"How does it feel to be ass-fucked?" she asked, again her tone was
neutral, though I tried to find a grain of sarcasm.
	"Nice," I answered with a dreamy response.
	With that she squeezed my cock, then let go of it. She had moved
from behind me and was moving some furniture near my head. I felt her thigh
bump against the left side of my head and then I heard a chair or something
scoot along the carpet. She lifted up my head and slide her hips under my
chin.
	"Lick me," she directed and I responded. She aimed my tongue by
pressing her hands against my temples and by inching her things under me.
It seemed to take some time to get me positioned where she wanted, but that
fumbling had warmed her up and now she was ready for my tongue to work her
toward an orgasm. I began to work in ernest, hoping if I pleased her she
would return her caresses to my penis.
	She kept a hold of my head by the temples and was able to push her
clitoris up to me with the leverage she gained by putting her feet on my
back. He heels dug into my lower back as she lifted her clit against my
tongue.
	Her body tightened up and she came while pushing my face into her
pussy. I was very uncomfortable, and though I was pleased that I had made
her come so quickly, I knew I was going to be very stiff the next day.
	I stopped licking and rested my forehead against her pelvis. Bobbi
leaned forward and rubbed my back.
	"Very good," she said when she moved her hands back to my head,
tilting my face to her clitoris. "Again."
	I began to lick in ernest, know she would come much quicker the
second and third time.
	I heard a subtle noise that started me. It sounded like someone
peeing in the toilet or perhaps dumping the container of my urine. I could
tell where it was coming from, but it seemed too loud to be coming from the
apartment next door. I knew for sure it was Bobbi's bathroom when I heard
the toilet flush.
	"I thought your kids..." I question, but she cut me off.
	"Don't work, keep licking," she ordered.
	I could feel all the muscles in my body tense, but I began to lick
her labia again. Soon I was aware that there was another in the room. The
pressure on my head slacked off some and I heard kissing or a sucking
coming from Bobbi.
	I felt my flesh become inflamed. Someone was in the room. I flexed
against the bonds, but it wasn't in any position to react to the new
presence.
	I heard a light moan, but wasn't sure if it was coming from Bobbi.
Shortly after that there was a hand on my left ass cheek. I froze.
	"Don't worry, he will be gentle," Bobbi said and two fingers slide
into my ass. Two fingers, larger than Bobbies and they began to work at
loosening my paralyzed sphincter.
	"Who is it?" I asked.
	The was no answer at first.
	"Bobbi... What.... What are you doing?" I asked, not being able to
hide the panic. The man behind me continue to work his fingers into my ass,
applying liberal amounts of lotion.
	"Art, meet Tom," Bobbi said as he slid his finger into me.
	"ummm" I groaned and another finger worked into me, "hello."
	"Tom...was here when you called, we have been toying with the idea
of a third person for a while," she explained. "Your call seemed to be a
great opportunity."
	"What about me, shouldn't I--" I started to say, with my voice
raising a few notes when Tom insert a third finger. "Shouldn't I been in on
this discussion."
	"I thought you might back out," she said, which seemed to have an
ironic twist to it, with me tied down to a footstool and some guy I had
never seen or knew working three fingers in my ass.
	"Umph, Ya-yeah, it's a pretty good point," I said, but already
realizing I was warming up to the idea and then Tom grabbed my penis.
Instinctively I rotated my ass around the fingers pushing into my sphincter
so I could rub against his other hand.
	Though Tom's fingers were large, they had a gentle touch. I had
occasionally fantasized about sex with a man and this seemed to be the
perfect -- anonymous -- opportunity. One I could emotional detach from by
saying I was forced, though I suspect if I had started screaming they would
quickly release me.
	"If it will make you feel any better, when I am done Bobbi will
suck you off," came a male voice from behind me, that had to be Tom's.
There was something about the touch of his hands and the timber of his
voice that was spinning my libido around like a tilt-a-whirl. When he said
the words, suck you off,' he had taken his index finger and rubbed the slit
of my penis, using my pre-cum as lubricant.
	I didn't respond verbally, but when Tom slid his fingers in me
again and I tilted up my head with a chill of delight by bending my neck
up.
	Bobbi must have given him a visual go ahead, because Tom took his
hands and put them on my hips. He began to slide his erect cock along my
crevice. His erection felt large as he squeezed my ass cheeks around his
penis. It startled me, not in the sense that it scared me, but I knew this
was going to happen.
	I had often had bisexual fantasies, ones that involved anal
penetration. Many a time I would masturbate with these fantasies when I was
traveling. I was a sales rep, and found myself alone in motel rooms many a
night, with a lubricated phallus in my ass, as I stroked my penis. The
difference from those fantasies and what was happening to me; I was not in
control. But then it was my control that had stopped the fantasy from
coming true.
	Several times I had found myself approached by men in hotel
lounges. For some reason, gay men found me appealing. At least five times
oral sex -- no strings attached -- had been offered me. Each time I backed
away. After each incident I would find myself in my room later mental
creating a scene with the man stroking my penis while he thrusted into me.
	I had mentioned these proposals to Bobbi in a joking way. Her
response was he came on to me because I had a hot ass.'
	"Well if that is what he they wanted they should have asked," I
once joked back.
	Our relation had a lot of playfulness to it related to such verbal
jousting. Occasionally I would point out how a man had been looking at her
or flirting and her response would be, "well maybe he will give you a
blowjob if I suck him off."
	Though the discussions acted only as verbal foreplay, we shared our
fantasies through the communications. Ones that I had no intentions of
acting on...until this situation.
	Though I had stretched my sphincter to various size, I wondered if
I would be able to take the man who was massaging my ass with his hands
while he slide his cock along the crack of my ass.
	As large as his penis felt, I knew I had been stretched enough to
take it and the fact of the matter, I was actually craving it. Besides, it
had been me who called Bobbi after four year looking for sex, perhaps this
is what I deserved, though it was more than I had expected.
	Conflicting thoughts were dancing though my mind: anticipation and
fear; could my ass handle this guy or did I want to. My thoughts had
distracted me and Bobbi pushed my head back into her pussy, to remind me to
keep licking.
	I re-focused my attention on Bobbi's clit and the hands behind me
stopped massaging my ass. As I waited for the hands to return or to
position his cock in my ass, I wondered what he was doing. The experience
made me realize that my mixture of anticipation and trepidation had me
extremely excited. Not knowing what was to happen next, made me want it
(whatever it' was) to happen all the more.
	I felt Tom lean back. His penis and body no longer touching me. A
moment later I felt the tip of his penis draw a line down my crevice. I
wasn't completely sure but it felt as though he had lubed up a condom and
put it on.
	Tom left go of his cock and it rested against my ass. I was longing
to have something happen. My excited me energized my cunnelingist. Bobbi
again held my head tightly and I propel her to another orgasm. I rode her
orgasm out the best I could. Blindfolded and bond made it difficult to
follow the thrusting of her hips.
	"Liked that huh?" I heard Tom say to Bobbi.
	"Mmmm," was her initial response. She leaned forward and stroked my
head. I had turned my head so my temple rested on her thigh. "It was nice."
	Tom slide his cock along my ass again. His hands were holding my
hips. I didn't know if he was teasing me or trying to re-stimulate his
cock.
	He released the hold of his right hand, and I felt him reach for my
cock. First he gripped my balls, which sere sagging. Tom's hand shifted to
the shaft of my penis. I wasn't erect, but definitely in an excited state.
His hand slide to the head of my cock and gripped it. After a second he let
go.
	"Look at this," he said. "Her's really spewing out the pre-cum."
	To punctuate this comment, he rocked his hips forward, sliding his
cock along my ass. I felt his hand grip my cock again, like proverbial joy
stick.
	"How would you like have this baby sucked," Tom asked. I knew he
was talking to me because he squeezed my cock, but I didn't know if he was
offering to suck me or suggesting Bobbi would do it. Tom masturbated me
briefly with his hand.
	"Yes," I said. After a pause, I added: "I would like that."
	Tom let go of me. Apparently he had gathered up some more of my
pre-cum, because he wiped it on my hip
	Again he took his cock and pushed it against my sphincter. Then he
rested his right hand rested on the small of my back. His left hand crept
forward on my hip. The head of his penis was positioned at the entrance of
my sphincter, but he didn't shove his way in. Instead, he gently pushed. I
felt Tom pulling himself in with the grip of his left hand.
	I inhaled through my mouth, my nasal passage was clogged with
Bobbi's secretions. Still, I could feel and smell her gooey vaginal
secretions on my face and I slide my cheek against her thigh.
	As Tom's cock entered me slowly. He kept pushing forward, my body
vacillated between tensing and trying to relax my sphincter so he could
enter me. Each time I relaxed he pushed in more. Bobbi stroked the side of
my head. Tom pulled himself into me with his left hand and his other hand
was on the small of my back; using it for leverage.
	My face was slippery against Bobbi's thigh, she put her thighs
together, forming a place to rest my head. I sensed her and Tom were
looking at each other, but I wasn't sure if they were trying to
non-verbally communicate. She began to rub my shoulders. Tom's right hand
moved to my waist. With both hands he pulled himself all the way into me.
	I felt Tom's thighs press against the back of my thighs and I knew
he was all the way in. It wasn't comfortable, but I knew I was going to be
able to handle him. He slipped back and into me slowly.
	"So how does Art like being ass fucked?" Bobbi asked. I left it as
a rhetorical question and concentrating on keeping my sphincter relaxed so
Tom could slide in and out of me.
	Tom had stretched me enough, I just needed to relax. The more I
relaxed the more I could begin to enjoy the act. I didn't enjoy it so much
in enjoying the feeling. I was enjoying this because I knew I was pleasing
this stranger with my ass.
	After several strokes, Tom pulled his cock all the way out of my
ass. He had removed his hands from my hips and I wasn't sure what he was
doing. I felt his cock against me again, but when he thrusted forward he
did not entered me. He had re-lubed his cock and it slipped away. He held
the head against my sphincter and inched his shaft into me. Once he had his
cock into me his hands went back to my hips and he thrusted in. His cock
was slick now and I could relax my ass so he could pump into me.
	Tom moved into a rhythm. I sensed he was quickly working to an
orgasm. I rotated my hips some to work his cock into me. His hands
tightened around my hips.
	He paused, then thrusted in, slide out and thrusted in. He squeezed
my hips tight and let out a moan.
	Tom relaxed his grip on my hips and slide his hands forward to my
shoulders. I could tell he was holding Bobbi's hands and my shoulders at
the same time....holding his hips pressed against my ass.
	I felt Bobbi's thighs shift, above me I realized that Tom and Bobbi
were kissing. As Tom edged forward to continue his kiss, his cock -- now
deflating -- began slide out of me.  +++
	Their kiss left me feeling there, but not part of what was going
on. Tom's cock slipped out of my ass and face on Bobbi's lap, covered with
her orgasm, yet I was ignored as the kissed.
	They parted and Tom let go of Bobbi's hands and his touch left my
back. He backed away from me and I no longer felt his touch. I felt Bobbi
move and lifted my head. I could see, but I could hear her moving the
chair. She touched my head and I lifted my head. I heard her move the
chair. Again she touched my head, this time the top, gently pushing down. I
moved with her hand until I rested my head on the chair.
	"Should we get him off?" Tom asked. If Bobbi said anything, I
didn't hear it. She must have nodded her head.
	"You or me?" he asked.
	"Do you want to?" Bobbi asked.
	"I am not sure," Tom replied.
	Again there was silence. I heard a jingle. The sound of coins
shifting against each other in pants pocket.
	"Heads is me, tails' you," Tom said, and I sensed they were smiling
at the inference. Then I heard the 'ting' of a coin being flipped, then
landing, bouncing then settling on the carpet.
	A hand grapped my cock. It surprised me and I was soft. The fingers
of the hand stretched to my balls and tickled me. I wasn't sure who had
won.
	As I was fondled, I realized it was not Bobbi, the hand was too
big. Tom had placed his left hand on my back and played with my cock. I was
quickly becoming erect. He took my soft cock and pulled it, stretching it
then letting go. He did it again.
	"Turn over," Bobbi said. I knew she was talking to Tom, but I
wasn't sure what the order meant. Tom let go of me. I heard him move, then
I felt his shoulder bump my knee. One of his arms wrapped around my hips.
The other grabbed my cock and pulled it. I felt his tongue flick the tip.
It seemed like that touch caused an ounce of blood to pump into my cock.
	I knew Bobbi was moving around. She had ahold of the broom handle.
She pulled my legs away from the footstool. My knees no longer supported
me. Most of my weight was on the footstool and my cock had lowered to Tom's
lips.
	Tom placed the cock in his mouth, holding it there with suction. He
let go with his hand, eventually my growing erection slide out of his
mouth. He grabbed my cock again and it was in his mouth. This time the
erection stayed and his tongue began to swirl around.
	His hand then reached for my balls, with his fingertips he rubbed
my balls.
	"That feels nice," Tom said after taking my cock out of his
mouth. After first I thought it was a question, but then I realized he was
talking to Bobbi, who must have sucking Tom's cock. He moved his hand from
my balls and massaged his salivia into my shaft.
	"It tastes like latex," Bobbi said
	"I guess it would," Tom said and put my cock in his mouth. He let
my cock slide out. Holding my cock by the base of the shaft, he began to
tongue me.
	I felt to more hands on me, Bobbi's. It seemed she had moved up on
Tom. He took my cock into his mouth. I could tell when she was pushing his
cock into her puss because he moaned -- giving my cock a tingling
sensation.
	Bobbi was using my back for leverage and I could feel her humping
away at Tom. Fortunately it did not distract him from my cock. I was
flexing against the twine that bound me and in minutes Tom was swallowing
my cum.
	After several spirts, he let my cock slip out of his mouth. His
hands moved from me to (I assumed) Bobbi. It soon turned to the point
again, where I was just another in the room as they were fucking away.
Evenutally Bobbi complained about her knees being sore and they moved.
	"You have cum on your face," Bobbi said when Tom had moved out from
under me. "Let me lick it off."
	There was silence, which I took for them kissing again.
	"I need to get ready for work, wanna take a shower," Tom asked.
	"Yes," Bobbi responded and I was left alone.
	It could have be 10 minutes or it could have been 20, but they left
me tied to the footstool. I tried to move, but quickly reaized it was
useless.
	I began to doze, to be awaken when the twine was being cut from my
shoulders. Bobbi untied me. It took a few minutes for her to get me loose
and longer for me to get the feeling back in my arms.
	It was awkward moment. I didn't know if I was mad at her or happy
and she knew it. She left the room and I heard her running the bath. Tom
was gone. I had put on my pants when Bobbi asked me if I wanted to take a
shower. I still had welts in my shoulders from the twine and accepted her
offer.
	While I soaked Bobbi asked if I was hungry and I told her I would
get something to eat on my way home.
	I dressed in the bathroom. When I came out Bobbi was dressed. She
had a bag.
	I made you a chicken sandwich.
	At the door we embraced, a nervous embrace, much like my arrival.
	"Maybe we can do this again," she ventured.
	"Okay," I said. "Can I not be the one who is tied next time?" I
joked. We kissed and I grabbed my chicken.

--Art Montage