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{ASSM} All tied up to party (1/3) {Leo and Beth} (MF)

Author: Leo and Beth
Title: All tied up to party (1/3)
Keywords: MF

This is a work of erotic fiction.  Any similarities
between this and actual events or people is purely
coincidental.  The events portrayed in this story take
place in a perfect world where STDs, unwanted
pregnancies, and so forth do not exist.

If you are offended by erotica, or if this is illegal
because of where you live or your age, for crap's sake,
stop now.  If not, it's not our fault, you have been
warned!

*******************************************************

All tied up to party Part 1

By Leo of Leo and Beth (leo_and_beth(AT)linuxmail.org)
http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/cincinnatus/www

Copyright 2008 All Rights Reserved
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It all started simply enough.  I was sitting on my
couch working on my Psych reading, trying to get it to
stick to the inside of my skull, while waiting for
Emily.  She was working late at Wendy's, and I had
taped Xena for her, since it was on during her work
hours.  When I heard her knock on the door, I glanced
at the clock as I got up to let her in.  11:16 was
more than a couple of minutes earlier than usual; she
must have been in a rush.

She burst past me as I unlocked the door, and started
talking immediately.

"You wouldn't believe what that tramp did!"  Her voice
sounded exasperated as she went to drop her purse on
the kitchen table.  I noticed she was still wearing
her uniform, so apparently she hadn't stopped at home
first.

"Who?"  I usually didn't keep up with her coworkers. 
Not enough that 'tramp' meant anything.

"Aesha!  Go ahead, guess.  Guess what she did."  She
came back toward me, kicking her shoes off on the way
over, but at least she wasn't talking as loud now.

"I have no idea, Em.  What's got you so worked up?"

"Her boyfriend came over during her lunch break.  For
Sex!"  She kneeled in front of me, and continued, 
"She fucked him in the bathroom.  The one right next
to the kitchen with the thin walls."  She began
removing my shoes.  "Everyone could hear her squealing
and grunting."  I stepped out of one shoe, as she
started on the other.  "Then she came back to work and
did nothing but brag about it.  Agon has such a nice
cock!" she mimicked a sing song voice as she pulled my
other shoe off.  "It's so big," working on my belt and
jeans now, "and thick and it makes me squeal like a
little girl.  And he's so, so, sooo,"  She looked up
me, trying her best to look like a little girl talking
about her favorite doll, "...good at using it!"  She
pulled my pants down to my ankles and started to pull
them off my feet.  "And he can last forever!  But of
course I can make him come like that!"  She snapped
her fingers for effect, "Whenever I want."  Her voice
changed back to normal now, "she actually snapped her
fingers like that."  She concentrated on getting my
jeans off without making me fall down, then continued
as she reached for my boxers.  "And she made sure to
mention that he'll eat her pussy for hours."  She
looked into my eyes as she pulled my boxers down to
reveal my flaccid dick.

She stopped complaining about Aesha then since she had
engulfed my soft dick with her mouth.  She moaned on
me as I stepped out of my shorts, and then started to
actively suck my rapidly growing erection while
starting to work on her own pants.  She wasn't in the
same rush to get out of hers as she had been to get
into mine.  As my dick grew to full mast, she had to
back some of it out of her mouth.  She got her pants
and panties down to her knees, then paused in her
disrobing to take a hold of the base of my shaft as
she licked it up and down.  Then she held just the
head in her mouth, sucking on it softly as she somehow
removed her pants completely, leaving both of us naked
from the waist down save for socks.  I didn't see how
she did it, since I had closed my eyes and tilted my
head back to enjoy her mouth better.

I should take a moment now to describe my relationship
with Emily.  We were, to put it simply, semi-exclusive
fuck-buddies.  Fuck buddies meaning that we were
friends-not bosom buddies (no pun intended)-but
friends that enjoyed regular sex.  Not anything that
could be called 'making love', just sex and fucking. 
Semi-exclusive meant that we had an agreement that we
wouldn't sleep around without letting the other know;
we were both clean, she was on the pill, and we liked
un-protected sex.  We had several agreements about it
actually-had it all worked out.  Either one of us
could request, for lack of a better term, service from
the other at any time, within reason.  The within
reason part had never really been tested.  She didn't
have a key to my apartment, and we had yet to find
opportunity to fool around in her dorm room.  We hung
out with each other, generally, but felt no need to
become attached.  I was a fourth year junior, and she
was a sophomore, both at the same college.  I had
found early on that I didn't have room in my life for
both a full-time girlfriend and school, and she had no
desire for a boyfriend.  But I was as horny as any guy
my age generally is, and she was something of a
nymphomaniac.  I mean, she really liked sex, sometimes
almost too much.

Don't get me wrong, I really didn't mind it at all. 
What 22 year old guy wouldn't like to have a nice 19
year old blonde come storming into his apartment,
strip his pants off, and suck him to erection with the
intention of fucking him?  Granted, Emily wasn't the
greatest catch on the block.  She was pretty--in a
plain sort of way.  She was thin, too thin I thought,
but it wasn't my place as her fuck-friend to tell her
that.  She was good in the sack, but not really
adventurous.  She liked different positions, and was
flexible enough to pull off some really good ones. 
She was good at blowjobs, and knew how to work my rod.
 She generally didn't complain (too much) if I came
first and couldn't finish her off.  She really, really
liked to fuck, but to her sex was just an action. 
Nothing really more than insertion and licking and
sucking and squirting and sweating, sticky bodies. 
And she had the things she didn't like.  No jizm on
the face or in her mouth.  No eating her out after
sex, even though she loved a tongue fuck.  Turned
completely off by the thought of anal.  But her
ignition point was low, so apparently, even though she
didn't approve what of Aesha and her Albanian
boyfriend had done in the bathroom, (or rather she
didn't like hearing it, and then hearing about it
later) it had gotten her worked up.  

So back to the story at hand.  After several minutes
of sucking to make sure I was good and hard, Emily
stood up and started to guide me by the dick towards
the kitchen table.  She pulled a chair out, and
gripping the back of it, and stepped her feet out a
little past shoulder width.  She bent over slightly
and rotated her hips down so that her fat pussy lips
peeked out from between her slim thighs.

"Gimmie," she said softly.  But her need wasn't soft,
and I could hear that in her voice.  We knew each
other well enough sexually that I could tell what she
meant.

I stepped up behind her, and started to guide my
cockhead between her lips.  She was about three inches
taller than me, so the geometry of the position was no
problem.  It'd been a few days since she shaved, and
her labia were stubbly, but the inside was smooth,
hot, and soaked as I slid in.  As my cock pushed her
open, she sighed and pushed back against me, so in one
smooth motion, I was buried in her depths, her small
ass pushed against my pelvis.

I started to fuck her with long, controlled strokes. 
There had been no real foreplay, just enough to get me
hard, so I was settling in for a long, slow screw. 
Her hands creaked against the wood of the chair as she
started to grind her hips in time to my thrusts.

"Oh Jacob, this is really what I needed."

I didn't speak back, just slipped my hands under her
Wendy's polo to grab her hip bones as I quickly
settled into a rhythm.  Our bodies made slapping
sounds where we came together; the smell of Emily's
sex filled the apartment.

"You make me so wet.  It's running down my legs.  I
love that."

She was the talker, I was the grunt 'n groaner.  I was
starting to really get into it at this point.  Who
wouldn't?  I just groaned in return.  Her depths were
hot and tight and slick, all at the same time, and
clutched at my erection as I slid in and out.

As we slowly picked up speed, she glanced back over
her shoulder, her short blonde pixie cut hair sticking
to the sides of her face.

"Fuck me," she said, again in that soft voice full of
hard need.  "Fuck me long and hard."

I groaned back, and started to thrust against her butt
harder, pulling her hips against me each time.  She
started to make little "Ah" sounds each time our
bodies came together.  My apartment filled with the
sounds of sex.

We went on for several minutes like that, her cries
getting louder and starting to run together as she
climbed toward climax.  I felt her pussy clamp down on
my pistoning dick as the orgasm rolled over her body. 
I kept going, never missing a beat as she came down
from her peak and started having aftershocks.

She spoke as she came back to her senses, "Oh god, she
doesn't know what it means to really be fucked." 
Again she looked back at me.  "You getting close,
Jay?" she asked, her voice sweat and innocent, not
really matching the position she was in.

I gave a quick nod.  "Getting there," I grunted.  I
was probably closer than I thought; I could feel sweat
running down the inside of my t-shirt and down the
backs of my legs.  I looked down to where we were
joined.  My pubic hair was matted with moisture, and
my dick was shiny and slick as I moved it in and out
of her, making wet, sloppy sounds.

"I wanna watch you come," she announced quietly, and
pulled her body forward and off my cock without any
other warning.  Before I could really protest, she
pushed the chair out of the way, slid her purse off
the table, and turned to face me as she sat on the
table.  She spread her legs wide, the small patch of
brown thatch glistening, her inner thighs slick with
her juice, just like she said.

"C'mon," she said, reaching for me.  "Come in me, I
wanna feel you shoot."

I stepped forward and slid back into her in one
motion, and immediately my hips started to thrust
again of their own accord.  Emily leaned back and
grabbed the backs of her knees, pulling her legs up
and out, so the only parts of our bodies that touched
were our pubic areas, and my cock buried in her.

"Come, Jay," she said, watching my face intently.  You
could hear how she say the word 'come' spelled 'cum'
in her mind as she said it, her mouth forming over the
'u'.  "Fuck me 'til you come."  She paused for a
couple of thrusts.  "Come inside me."  Another pause,
slightly longer.  "Don't you want to shoot inside me?"
 She continued to give me little verbal prods as I
felt myself approaching the edge.  Her voice grew
husky and urgent as her own body grew tense.  She was
anticipating my release, fueling the climb toward her
second orgasm.  "Fill my pussy."  I could feel
moisture soaking my balls.  "Come for me."  I watched
my cock sliding in and out of her distended pussy
lips.  "My pussy wants your juice." 

I could only groan in response each time she spoke. 
Her pussy was sopping wet, and devoid of friction.  My
engorged cock slid in and out effortlessly, my climax
approaching quickly.  As it started to take hold, I
felt the familiar twinge in my balls and the base of
my cock.  My groans started to run together into one
long moan, and I grabbed hold of her hips, pulling her
against me hard with each thrust.

Emily shouted "Yes!" repeatedly in time with my
thrusts, until I finally came to my release and buried
my cock deep inside her.  My jerking and spurting
member sent her over the edge to her second orgasm.

As we came down from our combined climaxes, she
wrapped her legs around my flanks, holding my hips
against her, as my erection started to soften inside
her.  She rubbed her breasts through her clothes as
she ground her hips against me, moaning.

"Jay, I don't know what I would do without you.  Your
cock is so much better than my fingers."

I simply moaned in return, and smiled at her.  She
smiled back, as she squeezed me with her pussy.  After
a moment, I took a deep breath, and pulled away from
her, the cold air a shock to my soft dick after the
heat inside her body.  She sat up as I walked toward
the refrigerator.  I grabbed a Dr. Pepper from inside,
as she spoke again.

"I need a cigarette," she said as she got off the
table.

"This'll do for me." I replied indicating the drink,
as she grabbed my boxers off the floor.  "What am I
going to wear?" I asked her as she started to slip
them on.

She just shrugged and gave me a 'not-my-problem' look
as she fished her cigarettes and lighter from her
purse.  After she had gotten them out, she said over
her shoulder: "See you in a moment," as she walked
toward the porch.

I sighed and walked toward the couch, still naked from
the waist down.  I could see her through the sliding
glass door to my token porch, wearing her polo and my
boxers. She was sitting facing in as she lit her
cigarette, one leg out at an angle, the other foot
tucked under, so I could see where her pussy was
soaking the crotch of my boxers.  That wasn't the
first time that had happened.

The rest of the night was uneventful, really.  After
she came back in, I took a shower, then made some
spaghetti as she took hers.  She didn't take long,
showering at my place seemed to her too much like a
real relationship, but between smelling of fast food
and smelling of sex, sometimes she made do, if
quickly.  She did keep some clothes and supplies at my
place.  It was easier that way.

Once we sat down to watch Xena, it was close to 12:30.
 I went back to reading my psych, since watching
Callisto and Xena do a freaky-Friday was well enough
the first time around.  So I read psychology, and she
watched Xena.

-***-

That brings us to when it really started.  I was
sitting on one end of my couch, freshly showered and
wearing just a pair of sweat pants, once again
attempting to shoe horn my studies into my skull. 
Emily was taking up the rest of the couch, also
freshly showered, wearing just boxers (a fresh pair,
one of hers) and a belly shirt.  I was resting my text
book on her ankles, and getting about to the limit of
what I could read in one night without damaging my
psyche.

It was just past 2 am, and since the end of Xena,
Emily had been channel surfing.  Just as I turned my
attention from my reading, she landed on CNN.

"If I have to hear one more time about those two
planes, I'm going to scream," she complained.

"What?" I asked.

"You know, this morning, a 747 and some other plane,
I-L something, crashed in India.  They haven't talked
about anything else all day."  She had already changed
channels

"That just happened today Em.  Give it a few days."

She was still flipping.  I was about to tell her to go
back to MTV to see if Beavis and Butthead was on, when
she landed on some channel with a soft-core on it.

"Oh, Hello," was all she said.  I didn't even notice
what channel it was, but it was damned interesting.

Normally Emily and I weren't ones to watch porn-alone
or together.  But this one seemed to catch her
interest.  It showed a naked woman, with her hands
tied together and pulled into in the air, and a man
with his face buried between her legs.  One of those
he could be eating her out, but he might just be
shaking his head type of shots.  Another woman was
pulling on the rope that had the first tied up,
stretching her into the air.  The camera showed how
her feet were shackled to the ground, before going
back to the man's head, then the second woman, then
the first woman's face, then her oversized breasts,
and so on.

We had surfed through quite a bit of soft-core in our
time, and usually didn't give it a second thought. 
But this one had us enthralled.  At least Emily seemed
to want to watch it, and she had the controller.  I
glanced back and forth between my reading and the
show.  There wasn't that much more to the scene.  The
second woman got fucked by the guy, while the first
watched and squirmed.  Then the second took the first
into a kneeling position, still tied, where she
performed oral on the guy.  Finally the first woman,
still tied, got bent over a bench, and taken from
behind.

After it was over, I closed my book, and announced to
Emily that I had had enough psych for one night, and
was ready to go to bed.  She responded by turning off
the TV, and asking me, out of the blue: "Have you ever
tied anyone up?"

I looked at her a moment, before answering.  "No."

"Never? Not once?"

"Nope, never."

"Ever been tied up?"

I started to get up.  "Nope.  You staying the night?"

"I think so."

"'kay." I paused a moment, then asked her: "Have you
ever been tied up?"

"Uhn-Uh"

"Tied anyone else up?"

She shook her head.   She was sitting with her knees
pulled up against her chest.

"Why'd you ask me?"

"'cause of the show, dummy.  Why'd you ask me?"

"Because you asked me first.  I'm going to bed."

"Okay, I'm coming too."  As she stood up, she grabbed
a hold of my soft dick through my pants.  "I wanna
spoon."

I smiled at the thought.  "I think that can be
arranged."  Emily smiled back, then bounced into the
bedroom ahead of me.

I followed her in, and soon we were both naked and in
the bed.  She was laying on her side, with me behind
her.  I had reached around and was caressing her small
breasts, while she was fingering herself and rubbing
her ass against my hardening cock.  We laid like this
for a while, enjoying the feel of each other's skin,
when she spoke.

"Have you ever thought of tying someone up?" she
asked.

I took a while to answer.  "Well, not specifically."

"What do you mean?"  She reached up and moved my hand
to her other breast.

"Well, I haven't really thought of tying anyone up..."
 I trailed off, and I moved my hips down so my now
hard cock could slip between her legs.

"But?"  She moved her hand from her pussy to my cock
head, and pressed the shaft between her slippery
folds, so as I rocked my hips, the tip of my erection
would rock over her clit.  Doing so brought an
enormous sigh from Emily, and she mashed my hand
against her breast.

"I've had this, kinda fantasy that involves tying
someone up."  I explained.

"Really?" she said back.  With one motion of her hand,
she pushed my cock into her entrance, so the next time
I rocked my hips, I slipped deep into her.  She rocked
her hips against me a few times, as we slowly fucked. 
"Tell me about it."

"But if I tell you about it," I said back moving my
hand away from her breast so I could hold her hip.  "I
can't have it with you...it kinda involves a
surprise."

"Who says we're going to do it."

"No one, I was just keeping my options open."

"Fair enough."  We rocked slowly for a while.  "Can
you give me hints."

"Um, It involves a guy and two girls.  One girl is
tied up."

"Oh, a threesome," she giggled, reaching down to brush
my balls and cock shaft as I slipped in and out of
her.  Neither of us had had a threesome, and never
talked about it before; I had didn't think she would
be open to one.

"Not really." I said back.  We starting to pick up a
little speed, but not much.  Our spooning never really
got hot and heavy, and sometimes could go on for a
long time.  We just enjoyed each other's bodies.

"Okay, anything else?"

"Um, no, not without spoiling it."

"Right."  She sighed, holding her fingers against the
spot where I entered her.

We continued to slowly fuck, her juices eventually
flowing out to soak us and sheets below us.  It was
late-actually early in the morning, so I didn't hold
back, and allowed myself to release not too long after
that.  Emily moaned in pleasure as I filled her with
come, holding my balls against her.  I continued to
slowly fuck her after that; eventually we started to
doze off.  Soon I fell into full sleep, still softly
thrusting a half hard cock into my softly snoring
bedmate.

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