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Subject: {ASSM} 2/3 - Double Date (MF, FF, Bond)
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This is a work of fiction. In order to push it through the
internet it's broken into 3 parts, but it's really just one short
story. It is not set in the same world as the Mart novels.
Zebulon
No reference to real persons is intended. It contains strong,
non-traditional sexual imagery and language. If you don't
like this kind of thing, don't read it.
This story may be reposted anywhere as long as (1) proper
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posted, and (3) I am allowed free access to the web site
where it is being posted.
Feedback is welcome. Zebulon@fastmail.ca
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(MF, FF, Bond)
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Part 2/3 - Double Date
by Zebulon
A few seconds later she heard the front door open. There was
a quiet muffled conversation. Try as she might, she couldn't
make out the words. The voices came closer, and Sarah
thought she would void her bladder on the nice leather sofa.
But the voices turned aside and began ascending the stairs
before reaching her.
She was breathing a sigh of relief when she heard the only
words she could make out. It was Jason saying, "Are you
ready for an adventure?" Then the voices were out of range
and try as she might, Sarah could hear no more. She was left
trembling in her constraints.
* * * * *
Jason met Daria in college. He was a junior and she was a
freshman. She was the most heartbreakingly beautiful girl he
had ever seen. But when he studied her face closely, he could
never understand why. Nothing seemed to match. Her face
was almost square. Her eyes seemed too big and her
eyebrows too pronounced. Her nose was slightly upturned
and seemed the wrong shape for her face. Her lower lip was
too thick and her upper lip too thin. Her mouth was crooked
and ears were too big. There was no reason to believe that all
these mismatched features put together would spell beauty.
But they did. She was absolutely gorgeous and, not only
Jason, but everyone who saw her thought so.
Daria had an equally lovely body. Just about average height,
she had a very athletic build and deep brown hair. She also
had a set of rather impressive and very firm breasts. Jason
also discovered she had a wonderful capacity for and interest
in sex. And she loved to try new things.
Together they discovered bondage. This lasted until Jason's
graduation a year and a half later. Then Daria suddenly and
rather unexpectedly had gotten cold feet. Jason was getting
a little too serious for her. She was afraid he might start
talking marriage. And their sex play was becoming more
intense all the time. More intense than she seemed ready for.
One day, a few weeks before graduation, he'd asked if she
wanted him to take her to a sex club and put her on stage.
That threw her for a bit of a loop. She said she'd think about
it.
While she was thinking, Jason's father died very unexpectedly.
First he was gone and when he returned he was busy. They
hardly had time to speak during his final two weeks of classes
and examinations. When he graduated he left for good. And
that seemed to be that. Daria did get one phone message from
him a few weeks later. It was on her answering machine with
his new number, but she never called back.
In a fit of what was almost remorse, Daria went back to
vanilla sex. For awhile she didn't miss her wilder side. She
told herself it was just a phase she had gone through. She
joined the cheerleading team. By the time her own graduation
came up she'd met and gotten engaged to the star defensive
end. Her life was starting to develop in a very traditional way.
And that might have been the end of that . . . .
Except that one week before her wedding, she'd caught her
husband-to-be in bed . . .
. . . with another man.
So the marriage was off. At first Daria didn't know if it was
the infidelity or the homosexuality that bothered her more.
She just knew she was pissed.
She got back in touch with Jason. She needed to talk with
someone and he was the obvious choice. But they hadn't
spoken in over two years. The number he'd left her didn't
work, so she looked him up through the alumni association.
She sent him an Email and he sent an immediate and very
friendly reply. They traded recent histories. He told her about
how busy he'd been since his father's death but didn't mention
anything about his new found wealth. She told him about her
broken engagement and he turned out to be a great listener.
They went back to being good friends. But it was clear their
relationship wasn't about to pick up where it had broken off.
A distance remained between them.
For the next several years they were Email friends only but
they shared a great many confidences. And largely through
their correspondence, Daria worked the anger out of her
system. She came to understand that the problem with her ex-
fiance had not been the homosexuality. It had been the
infidelity. She knew this because she began to realize she had
deep-seated bi-sexual feelings of her own. 'Hmmmph. How
about that?' She confided these thoughts and feelings to
Jason even as they continued to live their separate lives.
One day, the company Daria worked for folded. Jason offered
to help her to find a new job. 'Where did she want to live?
He could find her a job almost anywhere.' This seemed to be
an invitation to move closer to him if she wished. They hadn't
seen each other or had a real-time phone conversation since
college. She mulled it over for a couple of days before
deciding. Then she picked up the phone and dialed. It seemed
to break some kind of ice and they talked for hours. In the
end she asked him to find her a job in the city where he was
living. She would give it a try, at least for a while.
They went back to being close friends. But not bed partners.
They continued to correspond by Email and talk on the phone.
They would even get together now and then for dinner. But
each seemed to be waiting for the other to make the first
move. Perhaps this had to do with Daria's confusion about
her sexual identity. Since the break up of her engagement,
she'd had several sex partners but they had all been men. Yet
the knowledge of her sexual attraction to other women kept
gnawing at her. She'd been talking with Jason about this for
years. Neither knew what it might mean in terms of any
possible future relationship.
Things might have stayed this way forever. But then came
that fateful dinner with Sarah. Jason had several possible sex
partners in mind for a little manage a trois. But Daria might
be perfect. In fact, she might be more than perfect. Of
course, he might be risking their friendship. Then again . . .
He called her unexpectedly and told her he had something
extraordinary in mind. He gave her just enough hints to start
her juices flowing. Was she interested? She spent almost a
week considering the implications.
Jason didn't pressure her at all. He just waited. She called.
'What exactly did he have in mind.' She could almost hear
him grinning over the phone. "You'll just have to trust me,"
he said.
She spent a few more days agonizing about it before calling
back and saying, "Yes."
She could feel that grin over the phone again. There were a
few long moments of silence. "OK," he finally said, "here's
the deal. First thing, don't beat off between now and then."
"What?"
"You heard me." Another silent grin. "I want you ripe and
ready for this little adventure."
"And?"
"And I'll send you details once I have them. Check your
Email."
* * * * *
Sarah felt like she'd been lying there for hours. But when she
heard the unmistakable sounds of returning footsteps she
glanced up at the clock and realized that it had only been
about twenty-five minutes.
"And how have we been?" Jason asked as he entered the
darkened room. "Still horny, I hope."
Sarah started to protest into her gag but quickly gave that up
as futile. Besides, the truth was that she was indeed, still quite
horny. Her mind had been running circles trying to guess
what Jason was up to. She hadn't been able to understand
anything the guest had said. But unmistakably the voice was
soft and sexy and very feminine.
Sarah thought about her last date with Jason and all of those
questions. She remembered especially those final questions
about her secret lusts. And now he had brought her here
along with another woman. She spent the whole time she was
alone working herself into a terrible state of erotic tension
pouring over the myriad possibilities of what the evening held
in store. 'Yes,' she wanted to tell him. 'Yes, I have these
secret desires all the time. But I'm not sure I really want to do
anything about them. At least not yet. I don't think I'm ready
for it.'
Sarah felt Jason reach in between her bound legs. In her
hogtie, her legs were splayed. She could actually hear the
moist squish that accompanied the feel of slick fingers easily
worming their way through her engorged flesh.
'I'm not ready,' she thought furiously as he removed his
fingers and gave her butt a firm squeeze.
"It's playtime," he said, as he released the strap that held her
hogtie. Her legs flopped down. She wiggled her ass
impatiently. She wanted him to release the rest of her
bondage and take out the gag so they could talk about this.
He undid her ankle restraints. She flexed her toes and waited
for him to undo her hands.
Instead he merely clipped a leash to her collar and helped her
to unsteady feet. He held her in his arms, gag still in her
mouth, hands fettered behind her back, and kissed her on the
forehead. When he pulled away, she looked up into his face
with an expression that bespoke the powerful uncertainties
that were playing through her mind.
'Please don't do this now,' she wanted to beg. 'Not now; not
yet.'
But all she could do was to gently shake her head. She felt his
fingers moving thorough her hot slit again. He was kissing her
on the side of her face and around her ear. "Fun time," he
whispered. And started off, pulling her along by the leash.
For a brief moment, she thought about resisting, but some
morbid fascination deep within her made her follow meekly in
his wake.
She walked noiselessly, padding on bare feet through the silent
apartment, up the stairs, and down the long hall that led to his
large bedroom. She had been nervous the first time she'd
entered this inner lair. Now she was almost beside herself
with anxiety. 'What was waiting for her behind that door?'
Jason stopped short of entering the room. He dropped the
leash and turning took Sarah's face in his hands. For a long
time he just looked at her, smiling gently into her eyes. He
kissed the exposed flesh around her gag and then said, "This
is for you, darling."
She made a plaintive little whining noise behind the gag.
He smiled. "I know. But isn't it better this way?"
'Isn't what better which way?' she wondered as he took up
her leash again. Turning he opened the door.
His bedroom was lit with the soft light of a half dozen candles.
Jason took a couple of steps into the room and stopped.
Sarah had followed directly behind so her view was blocked.
She hesitated to look around him to see what was awaiting her
on the bed. For long moments nothing happened. She heard
a muffled sound of movement. A little pause. And then
another. She could smell another woman's perfume in the air.
She found that and the flickering lights very disorienting.
Finally screwing up her courage, Sarah took a deep breath and
peeked around Jason's broad shoulders. She felt a chill run
down her spine. There was a woman in the bed. That was
hardly surprising. But the woman was completely naked and
tied down. Sarah might have expected it, but hadn't.
At first, she couldn't see much detail. The woman was lying
on her back with her arms pulled straight up over her head.
Her wrists were fastened together and a strap was pulling
them up to the center of the bed. Sarah could tell there was
a lot of tension on the strap because it was tugging at the
mattress as it disappeared over the edge.
The woman's legs were cuffed at the ankles and there were
straps pulling each toward the nearest bedpost. And because
Jason's bed was so wide, her legs were spread rather far apart.
The effect was that her body formed a large letter 'A.'
She took a step closer without realizing she had done so. The
woman was wearing a gag identical to her own. Sarah
worked her tongue around the thick penis prod invading her
mouth and imagined how she must feel. The woman's eyes
were following her over the gag. Her dark brown pubic patch
glistened moistly in reflected candlelight.
Jason reached over, removed the leash, and put his finger
through the O-Ring in Sarah's collar. He pulled her closer so
the woman could get a better look at her. "Daria," he said,
"this is Sarah."
The woman looked but otherwise didn't react.
"Say hello to Sarah."
The woman grunted something into her gag. Jason stepped
behind Sarah and again wrapped his arms around her. She felt
him firmly squeezing her in a big hug. His wrists crossed and
he grasped each of her lovely breasts with opposite hands.
Sarah could feel his stiff member pressing up against her
fettered hands through the open front of his smoking jacket.
She took hold of it almost for comfort. He nuzzled her neck
and spoke softly into her ear. "Sarah, this is Daria."
Sarah grunted her own hello.
"Good girl," he said. He then released her breasts and took
half a step back. Reaching up he unbuckled her gag, took it
out, and tossed it lightly aside. With the gag removed, Sarah
was free to speak. She said nothing. She was suddenly, and
for no particular reason, keenly aware of the feel of the soft
carpet on her feet.
Jason reached down and undid her fetters. Sarah's hands fell
lightly to her sides. She was now completely naked and
unrestrained except for the collar. But she didn't move. She
didn't know what to do or what Jason expected of her.
The woman on the bed just watched them carefully. She
didn't try to speak. She wasn't resisting. She hardly moved.
But there was an intensity in her eyes that Sarah couldn't miss.
And unless it was a trick of the light the moistness of her
crotch had increased.
Jason came around and putt his finger through her collar ring
again. He pulled her gently to the side of the bed. They half
sat and half climbed up until they were quite close to the
bound girl. He reached down and squeezed one of Daria's
breasts. She sighed into her gag.
Sarah didn't know what to do. She watched Jason's hand as
he worked Daria's breasts. First one, then the other.
Squeezing, rubbing, scratching the skin lightly with his
fingertips, pinching her engorged nipples. The dark skin
around her nipples was completely crinkled and almost seemed
to twitch at his touch. Sarah became fixated on what he was
doing.
Jason reached over and took her hand. He brought it over to
Daria's nearest breast. Sarah felt her fingers come in contact
with the warm flesh. They seemed to tingle at the touch.
Then his hand was gone. She watched it travel down the
woman's belly and slide through her pubic slit.
Sarah heard a 'hummm' from the head of the bed. She looked
up. Daria had closed her eyes and was quietly moaning.
Looking down, Sarah realized that without quite being aware
of it, she had taken over pleasuring the woman's breasts. This
went on for several minutes.
Jason was doing something that was making Daria breathe
harder and faster. But Sarah was fascinated with watching her
own hands work the highly sensitive mammaries. She
remembered the way she liked her own breasts fondled and
was using this to excite the woman.
Somewhere in there, Jason stopped what he was doing and
got off the bed. Now it was just Sarah and Daria. She
continued to manipulate the woman's breasts and only vaguely
wondered what would come next. Looking over she noticed
Daria watching her again. Then she felt Jason's hands on her
hips.
Jason had removed his smoking jacket and come up behind
her. Using his strong hands he repositioned Sarah so that she
was face down on the bed with her head hovering over Daria's
closest breast. He lay next to her and gently pressed her head
until her lips were only inches away from the bound girl's
nipple. Then he started rubbing her back.
Sarah felt his finger slide slowly down her spine and through
the crack in her behind. She was transfixed. She looked
down at a gently heaving breast and up into Daria's eyes
gleaming back at her. She looked down at the breast again
and over at Jason's smiling face. He leaned forward and
kissed her. Deeply and tenderly. When he broke off, he
reached up and took a fistful of her hair. Using it like a
handle, he repositioned her face so that her lips were actually
making contact with Daria's nipple.
Sarah closed her eyes and began to suck.
She had fantasized about this for years. A dark, deep, hidden
fantasy. Now her relationship with Jason had brought it into
reality.
After a couple of minutes Sarah opened her eyes and really
started to get into it. 'What did she like?' She brought her
hands up and grasped the nearest breast. She squeezed it
rather hard to make the skin taut and sensitive. She nibbled on
the nipple and swirled her tongue around it in lazy circles. She
was gratified to hear the bound woman moan through her
nose. She inched forward and repeated the performance on the
other breast.
For a while Jason continued to rub and tweak Sarah's behind
as he watched her. Then he moved back down between
Daria's legs and did something else that caused her to writhe
with pleasure.
Jason let this build for a while. He randomly tickled and
prodded Daria's clit in preparation for what was to come. He
wanted her at a high pitch of excitement.
He watched Sarah as she increased the tempo of her lesbian
assault on Daria's breasts. She seemed more animated in her
lovemaking than he'd ever seen her. And he was learning
some new tricks by watching. He would certainly know more
about how to please Sarah in the future. Meanwhile he was
keeping a careful eye on how turned on Daria was getting. He
wanted her deeply aroused, but he wanted Sarah to be the one
to push her over the edge. When he judged the time was
right, he moved.
Sarah felt hands on her hips again. She was pulled gently but
firmly back and away. Next thing she knew Jason pulled her
to her knees and then off of the bed and on to her feet. He put
his finger back through her collar ring and walked her around
to the foot of the bed.
Sarah found herself staring directly up between Daria's legs.
The face hovering above those legs was again studying her
carefully. But the bound girl's chest was heaving with her
labored breathing and her nostrils were flaring.
Jason moved around Sarah again. He hugged her tightly. She
could feel his stiff prick wedged up against the crack in her
ass. She suddenly wanted him to enter her from behind as
much as she'd ever wanted anything sexual. But he was
whispering in her ear again.
"OK, baby," he said. "She's all yours."
- - - - -
--End of Part 2 - Double Date - Zebulon -
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