Her Fantasy... My Fantasy... Our Fantasy

Parts 1 & 2

What She Wrote:

He watches while you and I kiss, caress, and undress each other. Sensually. Slowly.

Lips and tongues, hands and fingers, bodies, dancing seductively. Exploring. Discovering. You lay me down on the bed. My man (our man) stands, whispers in your ear, hands you something. You take the straps you've been handed and bind me. My wrists to my ankles, my elbows to my knees. I lay there, exposed, vulnerable, oh so wet, as you stand above me.

"Kiss her, Chrissy." His voice is deep, powerful. You crawl over me, your lips so close I can taste your breath. I close my eyes and raise my head to meet the passionate kiss. "Crack." The sound is loud, powerful, and unmistakable. I open my eyes, the look on your face is that of pleasure and exquisite pain. "Crack." His hand slaps down again on your bare ass. Again you gasp, clinch, and release as the pain rushes into your body and releases as pure erotic pleasure. "Crack." You want to beg him to stop. You want to beg him for more. I just want your kiss. Oh how I want that kiss.

He grabs your hair and pulls you to you feet. Oh, I want that kiss. You look so delicate standing in front of his powerful 6'4" frame. You look so vulnerable. "No!" I cry in my head as you and he kiss. My kiss. That is my kiss, that is my man! Yet I watch. A kiss so sensual, so powerful, oh so erotic.

I watch as you kiss, caress and you undress him. Sensually. Slowly. I fight against my binds, I struggle to get free, to get free and stop you. To throw you back. I cannot break free. I cannot speak. I'm forced to watch as you take his cock into your mouth. I have to watch the lust across his face. I want to stop this but I can't. I love it. My body betrays me. My nipples tingle, my sex drips, wet and longing. He grabs your head, smiling at me he rams his hard cock into your mouth. Hard. Forcing his cock into your throat. Your eyes fill with tears as your mouth is fucked, hard, over and over. I watch, desperate and horny.

He pulls out of your mouth, pulls you off the floor, walks you to the side of the bed and tells you to crawl over me. Your knees on either side of my head, your sex inches above me glistens. I want it. I want you. I want to taste and tempt you. I pause, I feel your breasts against my stomach and your breath above my desperate sex. I am lost in anticipation. I want you. Suddenly I notice him. His body behind you, kneeling just above me. "Fuck NO." His cock, presses against you, I watch, as inches in front of my eyes he enters you. I hate this. I love this. The sound you make is magical. The sounds you both make almost send me over the edge. I watch, I listen, your breath from above my sex almost sends me over the edge. The pace quickens, he fucks you hard, pounding in to you the sound draws louder. Suddenly, as I watch him twitch, the room is filled with the sound of pure pleasure and ultimate release. I can't believe he just came in you. So fucking wrong but I WANT YOU BOTH. FUCK, I CAN'T MOVE!

He pulls out. Slowly, I watch him slide out of you. I WANT YOU BOTH! His cock glistens with your and his cum. He lifts you up off your hands. Oh no I want your breath on my sex some more. As your head rises he presses your hips down. Out of reflex or instinct my mouth opens as your sex is lowered on to me. My lips meet your sex as my tongue begins to explore. The taste of my man’s familiar cum mixed with your juices sends me over the edge. I begin to lick every drop out of you. Much sooner than I expect, your voice fills the room, "Oh Freia, I'm cumming!" Pure pleasure surrounds us. My lips, my tongue, my mouth excitedly licks, sucks and taste every last drop of cum unleashed during you sweet orgasm.

What I Wrote:

My head is reeling! I laugh at the cliche as tears of joy spill from my eyes. It all happened so fast (another cliche!). This woman — I don’t even know her true name, she has only let me know her as Freia — seduced me, brought me home, introduced me to her husband (not by name, simple as “my husband”), and moved us to the bedroom so quickly, and yet so beautifully naturally, that I never stopped to consider to what I had implicitly agreed. I only know that since meeting her, or at least from a few minutes into our impromptu conversation, I have lusted for her.

I cannot even remember most of what we talked about. I could only look at her lovely face and think of the curvaceous body, the classic hourglass figure, that her dress, though ostensibly conservative, advertised as much as it concealed. She had the sort of round-breasted and full-hip frame that I’ve heard my older brother call “built for sex.” Meanwhile, he always called me “bean pole.”

I don’t know how my conversation with Freia led to me mentioning, almost off-handedly it seemed, that I’m a lesbian. It’s not that I have anything against men. I even had a steady boyfriend in high school, although we never went farther than oral sex. Then, in my sophomore year of college, I met my first true love, and realized I much preferred women.

And now Freia. Freia! The goddess of love, sex, and sorcery. Perhaps she used sorcery to get me here, in this bed, with her and her husband. I’ll have to tell them at some point that, technically at least, he took my virginity. Not that it felt that way; more than a decade of vigorous play with various toys and lovers’ multiple fingers long ago dissipated my maidenhead. Yet, his being the first penis to ever truly enter me seemed a milestone to share and celebrate.

My head is reeling... love, sex, and sorcery! I found this first experience of coitus pleasurable enough, but not that special. For that sort of penetration, I prefer something that vibrates. Besides, it compared not at all to what came next.

My head is reeling... love, sex, and sorcery.... Freia!!!

I don’t know if she ever had a female lover before me, but she ate me like she’d been doing it her whole life. I wanted to make it last, it felt so heavenly, but the excitement of the situation, and the sweet lapping of her tongue, quickly brought me to a soul-shattering orgasm. When my body finally unclenched, I let myself fall to the her left, laying on my side next to her, trying to catch my breath.

My head is reeling! I laugh at the cliche as tears of joy spill from my eyes. It all happened so fast! I lay there for a moment and whisper, “Freia... you are a goddess....”

I must cut short my recovery, however, when I see her husband positioning himself between her legs as his erection returns.

“Hold on there,” I protest as I get up on my hands and knees. “You had me. Now I’ll have her.”

Before he can argue, I crawl over and take his stiff organ in my mouth. He’d taken me this way earlier, albeit forcefully, with little apparent pleasure for him and none for me. I had only tolerated it because I assumed it was what Freia wanted to see.

Now I’m in control. His is the first penis in my mouth since my teens, but I remember a few tricks. I always enjoyed giving fellatio (though not as much as cunnilingus), and now it has the added thrill of doing it in front of Freia. It suddenly dawns on me just how kinky this all is, me sucking and fucking her husband while she is forced to watch. I like how it feels.

Freia cannot see the complex but elegant dance my tongue performs on his penis, but she can see and hear how it affects him. Still, he had come inside me only minutes earlier and it takes longer than I had hoped to get him off a second time. I take him as deeply into my mouth as I can, swishing my sodden tongue around its length, so that when I pull back to licking just the head, the shaft is now slick with my saliva. Now I add my left hand rubbing the length of his erection while my tongue flicks upon, across, and around its engorged head. My efforts finally succeed and, with a staccato series of feral grunts, he squirts a second helping of semen into my mouth. I suck until I know he’s done, then swallow it to clear my mouth.

“Now step aside and let me do the same for Freia,” I suggest. He accedes, lying on the far side of the bed, head propped up on one hand to watch.

I consider releasing her from her bindings, but decide instead to take this opportunity to have her under my complete control. I crawl over her and gently settle in place to kiss her, relishing the unique sensuous sensation of our breasts pressing together. I notice how desperately she raises her lips to meet mine, and so I rear back a bit.

“Oh, please!” Freia moans, as I notice her hips starting to rock slowly against mine, rubbing our pubes softly together. “Please, Chrissy, I need that kiss....”

I bestow it. She responds ferociously. Our open mouths press together and our tongues begin a pas de deux worthy of the Bolshoi. The entrée complete, we proceed to the adagio and variations, each of us trying to surpass each other with the thrills and chills our tongues elicit upon each other’s lips, palette, and tongue. After a heavenly long while, I enforce the coda, pulling my head slowly away, finishing with my tongue tip skipping lightly upon her ruby lips.

Up on my elbows, I look down into her intense eyes as her hips begin bucking frantically. Holding her gaze, I smile knowingly as I sit up, slipping my left leg under her right thigh, and draping my right thigh over her left hip, bringing our womanhood fully together. Mine is slippery from her husband’s jism and my present excitement. Hers from lust alone. I begin moving my hips counter to hers, so that our slick vulvae slip up and down each other’s full length.

She looks so beautiful as her head lolls back with ecstacy, her brown hair framing her lovely face as her phenomenal breasts surge back and forth in time to the increasing tempo of our tribbing. I adjust myself so that all contact concentrates on our clitorises. Suddenly, Freia’s head snaps back up and she stares into my eyes with desperate passion.

“Oh fucking god!” She screams as the orgasm explodes through her body. This sets off mine, and I pound my clit against her, my loud moans a melodic counterpoint to her sensuous cries. When it’s over, I pause only briefly to catch my breath. Untangling my legs from hers, I slide back up her body and kiss her passionately again.

“Untie me,” she whispers huskily as my lips trail down her throat. I ignore her plea. I still want unimpeded access as I explore further her magnificent body. Since all this started, I have wanted to savor her incredible breasts. With our immediate lusts now sated, I can take my time doing so.

I adore her breasts, so big and round! Her pink areolae as wide as the after church Sunday brunch “silver dollar” pancakes that I remember from when I was little. Her nipples inspire similar nostalgia, reminding me in shape, size, color, and chewability of the erasers on the end of the fat pencils we used in kindergarten. I kiss, suck, and nibble hungrily as Freia groans and purrs.

Something remains, however, that I want even more to eat. I slip down between her legs and kiss her pubes, so bare and smooth that I suspect that, like me, she endures full waxings to keep it that way. I pause a moment to admire the beauty of her pink folds, glistening with need for what I likewise desire.

Freia moans wantonly when my next kiss settles gently on her hooded clitoris. She thrusts her hips trying to increase the contact with my mouth, but I back off, teasing her by riffling my tongue across her labia. She growls with frustration. “Please, Chrissy.... I need to feel you... I need... already... I need to come again!”

“Oh, you will,” I assure her with a chuckle, lapping her whole slit with the flat of my tongue. “Once I have had some fun with you.”

This I proceed to do. I repeatedly use my tongue, slipping it deep inside her, then licking up and down her labia, then flicking it upon her cute little clit, to bring her close to orgasm, only to back off at the last moment. I keep this up for quite a while, while she begins to hysterically beg for release.

“For chrissake, Chrissy!” she manages the strength and coherence to cry as I deny her yet another climax. “I think you’ll drive me truly crazy.”

Watching all this apparently has some affect on her husband as well. I take little notice as he gets up from the bed, but then I feel him behind me, his again stiff organ pressing against my own sodden womanhood. He slides easily inside of me. My lusty moan vibrates into Freia’s vagina.

He begins slowly, sliding gently in and out of me while enjoying the sight of me carnally tormenting his wife. As he starts pounding into me with increasing force and speed, however, I find it impossible to maintain the soft and subtle licking that has kept Freia on the edge of orgasm, so I focus upon giving her a great one. With the whole bed now rocking from her husbands thrusts into me, I suck gently on her clit, then start flapping my tongue tip upon it.

Meanwhile, my own pleasure mounts. I’m on my stomach between Freia’s legs, my hips bent over the edge of the mattress. As her husband thrusts into me, my own clitoris is rubbing against the sleek satin bedspread. The combined stimulation feels incredible.

Freia comes first, and loudly. The knowledge of the ecstacy I’ve given her, together with the pleasure her husband is giving me, sets off my own orgasm. He explodes into me before either my or Freia’s climaxes have subsided.

My head is reeling... love, sex, and sorcery.... Freia!!!

To be continued....