From: ferrer@ix.netcom.com(Pete Ferrer)
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: "Your First Three Way"
Date: 2 Mar 1996 07:19:18 GMT

			 Your First Three Way

	You drive in your car early this morning thinking: What's it
going to be like today? How will he do me? What taboo will he make me
break? Where in my own passion will he take me? You feel excited, you
always do before seeing him. You think to yourself: "He must plan for
days, before seeing me." Every time you see him, It's like getting on
a ride, a wild, unhindered, crazy and sometimes scary sexual ride. You
smile to yourself, because your pussy's already wet and no matter how
scary it gets, you can't stay away from him. As far as sex goes you
trust him more than any man. Past, present and most probably future.
He's become your guide, your guide to the deepest recesses of your own
lust. He has become sex to you, He is your most overwhelming passion.
You feel your beeper vibrate, a chill runs through your body, he's
ready for you, You got the room number, you drive a little faster,
he's waiting and wanting, wanting what he always wants... you.

	You arrive at the Airport executive hotel, like so many times
before, ready to fuck your man., ready to ride that ride, ready for
me. I meet you at the door I kiss you wet and passionately. I touch
you, your body, your breast, your ass, I touch your pussy through your
skirt. To my surprise you're already wet, you're already wanting, you're
already anticipating, craving me, my body, craving my tongue and hard
dick. I lead you to the bed, all the time kissing you, touching you
ravishing you with my mouth and tongue. I throw you down on the bed,
down on your back, I whisper in your ear "Hold on Baby, I've got some
surprises for you."

	I undress you, slow and deliberately. The material of your own
clothes caressing you as I slide off your skirt and blouse. Your
nipples harden as they meet the cool air of the room. I ease off your
panties slowly down over your ass, over your thighs and down past your
ankles. My face passes so close, so very close to your pussy, that I
can feel the heat from that deep, wet hole. I lean over and gently,
tenderly kiss that wet, warm, throbbing pussy of yours. You sigh and
your body trembles. You lie there now naked and vulnerable. You see
yourself in the ceiling mirror and think "Today, whatever he wants".

	I reach toward the night table and produce a hand full of silk
stockings. Carefully I take your hands and start to tie them to the
bedpost. You let me tie you up, you always let me do whatever I
desire. As I gently tie each wrist, all you can think about is; you
want some dick, you want some hard cock now. Throbbing in your mouth,
slamming over and over again into your wanting pussy or easing into
your tight black asshole, you don't care, but you want it, you need
it, you need a hard black dick.

	While I tie you up you can see my dick through my jeans...
hard, rock hard. You want to touch it, kiss it, caress it, swallow it
whole, feel it inside of you, but I continue to tie you up,
occasionally touching you, touching your wet, throbbing, anxious
pussy, but never sticking my fingers inside, always leaving you in
need of the penetration you crave. It wouldn't be so bad if you could
not see my cock though my jeans, couldn't see how hard I was, couldn't
see a dick craving for your pussy, craving to be in you and only you.

	When I finish, I stand back, I look at you, I circle the bed
looking at you. I take off my shirt, you notice I've been to the gym.
My chest looks bigger, harder, shapelier. My arms look strong and big.
My shoulders wide and hard. You do love muscles on a man. You want to
reach out and touch my body, but you can't, you're tied up, helpless.

	You ask: "What are you going to do to me?" I smile at you, a
smile full of mischief, a bad boy smile. I reach into my bag lying by
the side of the bed. I take out a cassette tape, I place it in the
player I brought and press play. You hear the unmistakable African
drum beat of island dance music. The drums go right through you,
filling you, caressing you, making you dizzy with passion. I return to
my bag and slowly pull out a bottle of that strawberry lubricating
jelly that I love so much. How many times have I smacked that cool
jelly on your cunt and asshole? How many times have I smeared it on my
hard black dick and fucked you for hours? How many times have you
tasted it as I fucked your mouth.

	I lay the bottle across your stomach. You shudder a bit at the
coldness of the bottle. I reach into the bag again and slowly pull out
that big black... Extension, that's what you called it, this huge
black cock thing. You look at it, you can't take you eyes off of it.
It looks bigger then before. You flash back on how it felt inside of
you, filling you, while I filled your mouth with my cock. My hard
black dick of skin and muscle, moving in and out of your mouth,
fucking your mouth, fucking your throat, fucking your entire head. All
the time sliding the huge cock thing in and out of your wanting pussy,
damn that was good. You almost cum now as I lay the cock thing on your
stomach, like a surgeon preparing his instrument table.

	Suddenly there's a knock on the door. I go to answer it.
You're worried, who can it be? You hear a voice, a woman's voice, I
seem to know her, still you're worried. I invite her in, now you're
more worried. Why are you tied up? Who is this person? Why did I let
her in?

	You see her for the first time, a black woman, a beautiful
black woman with a muscular build and an exquisite face. She enters
the room and looks at you, at your body, tied up and helpless. The
first thing you notice is her skin color, it's beautiful, a little
lighter then mine and so smooth and unblemished it reminds you of
melted milk chocolate pouring out of a hot cauldron.

	You look over her body, she's taller than you, but not as tall
as me, her legs long and shapely. She `s wearing a pair of "Daisy
Duke" shorts and a white tank top tee shirt. You scan her legs from
her ankle bracelet, up to her full athletic calves. You follow the
curve of her thighs, all the way to the roundness of her hips. You try
not to look at her crotch, but you do. You're surprised to find that
you're licking your lips in anticipation. Her stomach is flat, not
muscular, but rippled just enough to be sexy, but it's her breast that
hold your attention. They're not huge, but they are large, large and
perfect. Round and full, they stretch the fabric of her simple white
tank top.

	You wonder how old is she? Who is this woman with the runners
legs and the tits of a seventeen year old? She smiles at you and you
notice her rich full lips and straight white teeth on a face dominated
by two large, soulful almond shaped brown eyes. She is in a word...
Gorgeous.

	You start to say something, but she places one finger to your
mouth and goes "shhh... " Her lips puckered as she shhh... `s you, she
leans her face over yours, removes her finger from your mouth and you
feel her warm breath on your face right before she kisses you. A shot
of electricity runs through your body, you feel her lips sweet, full
and soft against yours. As she kisses you, you feel the soft round
curls of her shoulder length hair on your cheeks, it turns you on. She
whispers in your ear in a low husky voice and an island accent "You
promise not to move pretty woman." With one nod of your head, you
surrender to her.

	She opens the bottle of strawberry lubricant and dabs some on
her fingers. Placing the bottle to the side, she runs her finger
across your parted lips. You taste the strawberry, it reminds you of
me. Then placing her entire finger in her mouth, slowly and erotically
she sucks it clean. She reaches toward your stomach again and picks up
the huge black cock thing. She strokes it once or twice, then holding
it by the end glides it up across your torso, from your freshly shaven
pubic area to your sensitive breast. You want to tell her how much you
crave dick. Tell her about how much cock you've had and how much more
you want, but you don't. Then with a sly wink to you she places it
aside.

	She reaches up to your hands and unties them. You had almost
forgotten you were tied up at all. You notice my puzzled expression
across the room. The woman looks at me and playfully sticks her tongue
out at me. You notice how long and thick her tongue is, you want that
tongue inside of you, you think to yourself. She leans over you again
and looks down the length of your body. She runs her hand down your
torso, from your breast, down to your pussy. She lightly touches the
outside of your pussy, you're so wet, that's all she needs.

	Bringing her fingers wet with your juice to her mouth, she
licks her fingers, hungrily. Her tongue almost too long to be real, it
snakes around her fingers like it had a mind of its own. Again she
swipes her hand across your pussy, one finger finding its way between
your moist and quivering labia. This time, despite your promise not to
move, you rock your hips forward to meet the motion of her hand. She
stares at you and holds her hand up like kids do when they imitate the
spout in the tea cup song.

	She motions with her finger and I appear behind her. She
brings her hand to my mouth and I take her fingers, my tongue licking
probing, sucking on her fingers wet and tasting of you. I hold her
hand to my mouth and with my free hand I reach around and cup her
large firm breast. You see her back arch as she responds to my touch
and rubs her ass against my crotch.

	She continues to stare at you, her eyes no longer soulful, now
they burn with passion, passion for you, passion for me. She's a
predator this woman, a sexual predator and we're her prey. She removes
her blouse, her generous full breast now in full view, her large, dark
nipples' hard and erect. I kiss her neck passionately. My hands
running over her body in rhythm with the music, that driving, lustful
music.

	She turns away from you and toward me. Her long tongue licking
my chest and stomach. As she removes my jeans. You see my cock, hard,
swollen ready to burst out of its skin, the fat head moist and
glistening in anticipation. With her back to you, she removes her
shorts and panties, bending over as she does. You see her perfect
black ass, the mounds firm, rounded and tight. Beneath the mounds of
flesh you see her clean shaven glistening pussy in all its wetness.
You can't help it, you start to touch yourself. Touch your soaking wet
pussy. Rubbing, massaging and controlling your own pleasure.

	She turns toward you and sees what you're doing. You use your
free hand to hold your breast and suck on it. You stretch your tongue
over your nipple. She sees the length and talent of your tongue and
she is pleased. She pants, her eyes roll and her knees buckle
slightly. You got to her, you turn her on. She recovers and smiles at
you as if you've challenged her. she turns to me, grabs my shoulders
and turns me slightly, so my right side now faces you. She kneels in
front of me, my dick pointing into her face. Gently cupping my balls
in one hand and holding my shaft in the other, she licks the
glistening head of my cock, turning her head so she can see you and
you can see her, showing off for you. You moan and your hands work
rapidly on your sopping wet pussy.

	She opens her mouth, wide, then slowly guides the cock in.
Your mouth mimicking the movements of hers, as your one hand massages
your pussy and the other caresses your breasts. My hard cock glides in
her mouth, deeper, deeper and deeper still. My pole disappearing in
her moist and talented mouth. Her full lips inching down the shaft of
my rippled muscle. The deeper down her throat she takes me, the deeper
your fingers delve into your quivering, black pussy.

	She swallows my dick whole, her lips touching my pubic hair,
her eyes on you. As she pulls back her head, it reminds you of a magic
trick, as more and more dick emerges from the dark wetness of her
mouth. You watch again as she swallows, this time faster, harder and
deeper. Her head begins to bob back and forth, back and forth, faster
and faster, harder and harder. You plunge four fingers deep inside of
your craving hole, Your mouth sucks on an imaginary cock of its own.
Then she stops, her mouth leaving my dick completely. Her attention
now focused on you.

	Suddenly, her face is over yours. She kisses you, kisses you
hard. Her tongue searching, probing, overwhelming the inside of your
mouth. Her hands working feverishly over your body, your hands do the
same to hers. Her entire body, her breasts, her legs, her incredible
ass, her gorgeous cunt, you feel it all, hungry for her, drunk in the
sensation of her.

	She's on the bed now, one knee touching your crotch. You grab
the back of her thigh and rub your pussy firmly on her leg, feeling
her smooth skin and the firm muscles underneath. She kneels on the
bed, moving you and her toward the center. Lifting your shoulders up
so you're sitting straight legged, facing her. She grasps the back of
your head and places her magnificent unbelievably firm tit in your
mouth. You lick her large and stiff nipples with abandon, grabbing her
titties with both hands, massaging them, trying to stick them all in
your mouth. With a firm hand she guides your head from tit to tit. She
starts to stand on the bed, all the time guiding your head across her
chest, across her stomach, across her shaved pubic bone and finally...
finally into her wet, plump, cherry dark cunt.

	You're lost in the moment, lost in the music, lost in her
body. What strikes you most is the heat radiating from her dark rich
pussy. It feels good on your face. You roll your face in the softness
of the pussy. Feeling the warmth and wetness on your lips and cheeks.
You get up to your knees. You want to eat her and you want to do it
right. Tentatively your tongue probes the outer pussy lips, outlining
the landscape of her vagina, exploring every fold, every flap, every
curve of this sweet thing men (and now you) want.

	You start to enter her with your tongue, tasting the tangy
sweet juice that flows from her. Your tongue probes deeper, feeling
the fleshy walls of her pussy on the sides of your tongue, feeling the
lips of her cunt engulf the sides of your mouth. Every turn of your
head, every lap of your tongue, brings her more and more pleasure. Her
grip on the back of your head tightens as you thrust and snake your
tongue in her rich, plump and dark hole. "Go on girl!" you hear me
say, as she, this sexual predator succumbs to your tongue and mouth.

	She moans as she pushes her pussy into your mouth and with her
hand, your head into her pussy. You grab her ass. Smooth and round,
her cheeks filling your palms and fingers with firm young meat, and
you pull, you pull her hips toward you, till you swear your whole face
will enter her. She lets out a gasp (she's cumming). Her knees bend,
her legs weak (she's cumming). You feel her pussy contract against
your tongue (she's cumming). She grabs your head with both hands ("Go
on girl") and every muscle in her body contracts, releases, flexes,
contacts, releases, flexes for what seems like an eternity (you're
cumming). You hold her, you feel yourself tensing (cum for me, Baby).
You can hardly breathe (cum for me, Baby). You feel the rush, the
overwhelming rush as your whole body screams ("Go on girl"). You cum,
over and over. Your body contorts, your muscles contract. ("Damn,
girl.")

	Suddenly, she pushes you, throwing you flat on your back,
abruptly and forcibly she spreads your legs, exposing your freshly
shaven pussy to her, me and the ceiling mirrors. She wastes no time at
all, she buries her head between your thighs. Her tongue, that long
wonderful tongue twisting, turning, darting, moving, digging, probing,
deep, deep inside, lapping furiously outside, lapping like a Saint
Bernard at a water dish, her head moving up and down, back and forth.

	You spread your legs wide. You want her in deeper. You're mad
with pleasure. You see a dick, a hard wet dick near your face. You
almost forgot, it's me, it's my swollen cock in your face. You take me
in like a woman starved for a man. One hand between my thighs, holding
my ass, moving my hips, making your mouth and throat feel like they're
being fucked, being fucked real damn hard. Your other hand holds her
head, making her face fuck your cunt.

	Our rhythms alternate, she's in, I'm out, she's out, I'm in,
in, out, out, in. The dance music drums now seem louder, closer, all
around you, inside of you. She buries her tongue deep, deep inside of
you, you swallow my cock deeper then ever before. You feel like
gagging, but you don't, instead you squeeze your throat around my
cock, massaging it with your throat, fucking me with your throat ("Go
on girl!").

	I pull out of your mouth. My cock hard, swollen, stiff. I walk
behind her, I lift her up, pulling her away from your pussy. I lay her
on her back, her head at the foot of the bed. I tell you to straddle
her face, while facing me. I stand by the foot of the bed kissing you,
as you ride her face, ride her tongue. I kiss you deep, you feel my
tongue, my love and my approval. I work my way down to your breasts,
working them, sucking licking, kissing them. Lower and lower my tongue
moves till I reach your beautiful black craving pussy. Her tongue
still deep inside of you, my tongue rapidly flicking your clit. Our
tongues dance joyfully in and around your pussy. Our tongues meet
inside that fiery, moist hole of yours. Playing, dancing, fighting,
whatever they're doing, it feels incredible. You start to buck like a
mustang that's never been broken. Her hands and mine meet on your ass,
our fingers interlaced as we hold on, trying to keep our mouths
working in your hot and tasty cunt.

	I stop and tell you to turn around, you turn still straddling
her face. I say "Eat her, Baby, eat her while I fuck the shit out of
you." You lean forward, your face again in that juicy, plump dark pussy
of hers. Your tongue immediately goes back to work. You feel her
tongue on your pussy, what a tongue! Then she stops. Even though you
can't see it, you know she's sucking on me, wetting my dick for your
pussy.

	Then you feel it, My cock hard, fat, stiff and throbbing. It
parts your pussy lips and inches into you. A little at a time, first
the head, then slowly the shaft inch by inch till I enter you, enter
you completely. Her tongue wet and warm on your cunt as my pole rams
you, over and over and over again. Each stroke harder than the one
before, harder, faster, again and again. You feel dizzy (you're
cumming). You swoon with lust for her cunt and my cock.

	She thrusts her hips up, her pussy pressing against your face
(she's cumming). Your tongue becomes possessed, it moves, thrust,
circles like it had a mind of its own (you're cumming). I'm slamming my
cock in you now, SLAM. My thighs smack your ass, as my dick dives in
your hole. SLAM, the smacking of skin, the feeling of cock stabbing
and filling your wet, deep, wanting cunt (you're cumming). You tense,
your muscles contract, you're cumming, Baby. She's cumming, Baby. I'm
cumming, Baby.

	You want to see it, you want to see your man cum. You stand
up, throw me down on the bed, like a woman possessed. You go straight
for my cock, taking it in your mouth, stroking it with your hands
(you're cumming). She follows your lead and joins you. Both of you lick
and suck my bursting cock (you're cumming). You take turns feeding each
other dick (Oh Baby, I'm cumming). You stroke its entire length, my
thighs tighten (Oh Baby, I'm cumming).

	You watch my cock, it twitches, it jerks, it explodes (I"M
CUMMING). My hot cum shoots, spurts and oozes out (I"M CUMMING, BABY).
On your faces, on your tongues (Cum with me, Babe). You catch some in
your mouth.(Cum for me, Baby). You lick some off her lips (Cum Baby,
Cum for your man) Both of you lick it off my cock and balls (CUM BABY
CUM). You rub my dick on your face and hers and feel yourself cumming
over and over and over again. The warm juice flowing from your body,
soothing you, overwhelming you, draining you till you lay there
exhausted, fulfilled and for the first time since you last saw me...
satisfied.

	We lie there for what seems like for hours. Feeling each other
breathing, hearing each others hearts beat. The smell of our mingled
juices aromatic and soothing. Finally, I stand up and go to the
bathroom. You look at her, but don't speak, you don't need to, both of
you understand each other.

	I return from the bathroom and notice the lubricant, silk
stockings and huge cock thing lying on the night stand, unused. I pick
them up and look at each with that "Hey, I've got an idea" look in my
eyes. You stare at me for a while and finally ask; "What are you
thinking?" I smile at you, a smile full of mischief, a bad boy
smile...

				The End