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Lady Marissa
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From: [email protected]
Newsgroups: alt.sex.bondage
Subject: story - by Lady Marissa
Hello all. Now that my news access problems are cleared up I thought I
would post another story that I wrote. Your comments are welcome and
appreciated (requested even)! 8) ;) :) (I just figured out what these
little characters are and I think they are kind of cute.) Well, I hope
you enjoy my story.
Play Safe,
Lady Marissa
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He was shy, innocent. That is probably what turned me on the most.
Nick saw the attraction in my eyes as our host greeted the two of us at the
door. John and I had been friends since high school. In college we leaned
on each other during the hard times and celebrated together for the good
times. He was always a good friend. Destiny had brought Nick and I
together; and after struggling through a long distance relationship for some
time, we had settled down by each other's side. John had been in town for
several weeks, having been transferred from an out-of-state job. He was new
to the area, the people, and the way of life. It was pure fate that brought
John back into our lives; and fate had never been so undeniable as it was
that night.
That night John invited Nick and I for dinner and drinks at his place.
When we arrived I was slightly apprehensive for I hadn't seen John in months
and I wasn't sure how things would go. I could sense that Nick was nervous,
though he covered it well. When we pulled up in the driveway I leaned over to
Nick and kissed him, first on the forehead with a mothering look as if to say
"We'll have a good time tonight, I promise." Then I kissed his warm, moist
lips and let my hands wander. This brought a smile to Nick's face which he
tried to push aside with that dissapproving look he gives me when I get a
little out of hand.
"Marissa! He's waiting for us inside. You *really* are insatiable!"
"It's your fault," I said with an air of insolence.
I hopped out of the car and strutted up the walk while Nick followed
closely behind. Once inside the house the apprehension faded rapidly. The
house was just as I expected - traditional. "He always was so *damned*
traditional," I thought to myself as we chatted in the kitchen.
"Would either of you care for a drink? Dinner won't be ready for a
few minutes yet."
I couldn't tell if John was bothered by the awkward feeling in the
air or by the fact that dinner was not going to be served promptly.
He always was a domestic perfectionist. People used to think that his
domestic abilities and his oversensitive nature smacked of homosexuality but
I knew better. I remembered catching him a couple of times staring at me
with that look in his eyes and that *buldge* in his pants. He was just so
damn shy.
"I'll have a shot of Tequila."
I said it mainly for the reaction I knew, or hoped, the statement
would bring. Nick stared up at me from his chair, glancing over the top of
his glasses as if to ask, "What are you up to now?" I grinned and turned to
John who was hesitantly pouring my drink. A faint smile came over his face
conveying to me, if not to Nick, that he was beginning to remember what a
challenge I always presented. Dinner was uneventful. We chatted mostly about
old times, trying hard to avoid shop talk. Consequently, the conversation ran
out after dinner. I never felt comfortable with a lull in the conversation so
I, partially out of a sense of responsibility but mostly because of my
exhibitionist tendancies, turned the convesation to sex.
"John, what is the wildest sex you can imagine having?" Shock, fear
and then heat ran across his face. I'm not sure Nick was any less shocked. He
wasn't accustomed to this sort of thing with mere aquaintances.
"Uhh-I-I-don't know," John seemed to trip over his words.
"O.k. I'll go first. Imagine this. The jungle is all around, almost
closing in. In the distance you can hear the native drums beat incessantly.
The beating is primal and the wild animals around react. Lions roar
ferociously. Thousands of wild birds squawk as they observe the scene below.
On a grassy patch below the towering trees, I am riding - riding the firey sex
of my 'king of the jungle'. I pound down on him hard and with each beat he
slaps my ass. The sting of his hand on my skin streaks throughout my body and
mingles deep in my soul with the beat of the drums and the beat of his hot
cock. He yells out loudly, almost primatively, as he comes."
Voicing this fantasy has made me very hot and tingly all over. When
I finish pulling myself back to reality, I see the two men before me are both
rock hard. My wild stallion, Nick, is showing his raging hardon through his
already tight jeans, while John attempts to cover his with a throw pillow.
Nick begins, speaking mostly to John. Now Nick understands what
my little game is all about. "Imagine this. I have Marissa tied to a chair.
Her body is moist with the effort of several orgasms. Her legs are spread
wide and her voluptuous breasts heave with her pants of excitement. John, you
are kneeling in front of her, the juices of her orgasms on your lips. I sit
in the chair to the side close enough to touch Marissa'a breasts and tease her
nipples...."
Nick is interrupted by my moans of anticipation. He looks at me and
nods, almost unnoticeably. As I stand and move toward John, he pushes aside
the pillow that has been covering his pulsating sex. I pulled up my skirt just
enough to straddle him. I felt high from the adrenalin and other powerful
potions pulsing through my veins. My sex was burning. As I straddled John,
I pushed my wet cunt into his jeans. He wasn't sure what to say or do so he
looked inquisitively at Nick.
"What...." I interupted John's words with my lips.
I had wanted to do this for a long time. I had a real soft spot for
shy virgins and Nick knew it too. As I kissed John's lips and nibbled on his
earlobes several gasps lingered in the space that was, for a time, just our
own. When I was sure that John was agreeable, I moved off his lap and removed
my skirt. John's eyes grew big when he saw that I was wearing a black garter
belt and stockings and there were no panties covering my freshly shaved mound.
"Don't forget me!" Nick said jokingly.
"Never, my master, never!" I said with a tone of respect in my voice.
I moved over to Nick and we kissed as we undressed each other. John
watched as I pleased my stallion with my lips and tongue. Once Nick reached
the hight of arousal I removed myself from him and moved over to John.
I removed his clothes, taking care to rub my nails over his sensitive skin.
I urged him to lie down in the floor on the quilt Nick had layed out for us
previously. His hesitation was drifting away slowly. Kneeling on all fours,
I took John's sex into my mouth.
"Ohhhhh! No one... has ever..." John said incoherently. "Where did
you learn to do all this?!"
"Practice John, lots of practice!" Nick said with a cheshire grin.
As I went down on John, Nick slid his cock inside my quivering sex.
The sounds I made were primal indeed, but muffled by John's throbing cock
that I was still sucking. Nick pounded me from behind and I sucked on John,
all the while tickling his balls with my nails. I teased John, letting him
get so close to his long awaited orgasm, until Nick brought me to a climax
that was truely fantastic. I could almost hear those drums... beat... beat...
beat, wildly. We continued all throughout the night exploring each other's
bodies, enjoying them through many orgasms.
John commented later that he was glad he lost his virginity to us.
"I don't know why, I just feel safe with the two of you."
Nick replied, "Don't get too comfortable. Next time we bring the
cuffs and riding crop."
They both saw the excitement in my eyes before it retreated into the
depths of my soul, to come alive at another time.
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Looking forward to your comments. If there is anything specific you
would like to see, just let me know. (Oooooooo! Let me clarify that
to avoid all the sly perverted comments that I can see headed my way
after that one). If there is any subject or any thing that really
gets you guys and gals off that you would like to see in a story but you
don't have the nerve to write it yourself, just let me know. I'm always
open to suggestions.
Lady Marissa
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