It's About Jack

 

by Jeb

 

Chapter Five

 

 It seemed obvious in retrospect, but it had never occurred to Amanda that she and Jack and Sarah would… no, the idea was ridiculous! Jack would… he would just have to… he would continue to look at her with those eyes that melted her, and every fantasy she’d had while lying bound on the bed came flooding back, but this time Jack was masterful- he took her, used her, made her wail like a banshee. She saw Sarah’ s state of near-insane arousal, and Jack’s purplish-red erection, and her own breathing grew harsh.

   “Yes, Jack.. My turn.” Jack shifted his weight to get up, but Amanda waved him back. She picked up the pillowcase of ropes and scarves, and knelt on the floor beside him. She placed her hands behind her back, and closed her eyes.

   In the darkness, she could hear Jack panting in his excitement, and she felt his breath on her back as he drew closer, and began to tie her wrists. He then placed both hands on her shoulders, and lay her down on her side. She felt him pull her up against Sarah’s bound form; the bound arms of the two women were nested inside each other as Jack began to use the rope to fasten their bodies together, back to back. Amanda could feel the slickness as the sweat of their bodies mixed. She opened her eyes, now, to see Jack down by their feet: he bound her left ankle to Sarah’s right, and vice versa. When he had finished, Jack stood up, and looked down at the two women lying bound at his feet. Amanda was facing him, Sarah behind her, and she was waiting for some quip from her pirate fantasy—“now, I have you, my proud beauties”—or something of the sort. Instead, as he regarded then, tears began to well in his eyes. He dropped to his knees.

   “Jack?” Amanda was puzzled and a bit frightened. “Jack, what is it?”

He turned his face back to hers. “Amanda, I’m sorry. I know I read about guys who can do this, but I just… I can’t do both of you!”

   "What?”

   “I’ve always fantasized about having more than one woman at a time, but I can’t do that—I know after I come once, I’ll be no good for hours. It’s not fair—you both look so great, and you both—“

   “Jack.” Amanda cut him off with a sigh. She could feel Sarah heaving against her, and heard her ragged gasps. So, Sarah, she thought, I guess there’s a ‘Little Miss Pervo’ in all of us somewhere. With a twinge, she said, “Jack, I know Sarah didn’t always treat you well before, but I really think that’s what tonight was all about—changing that. I think you’ll find that she’s more open about your fantasies than she was before, so… give her what she needs.” Amanda tried not to cry as she finished. Jack nearly blubbered his thanks as he bent down and kissed her lips.

   “Oh, Amanda—you really are gorgeous all tied up like this—both of you. I think I’m in love with you both, now, and –“

   “Jack, please. Do me one favor.” Amanda nodded her head at the pillowcase. “Tie another piece of that clothesline to my wrists, then run it up between my legs. Pull it as far in as you can, and tie it around my waist and knot it again. Then use some of those scarves to gag me. You can dream of both of us at your mercy as you fuck Sarah.”

   Amanda closed her eyes again as Jack’s beautiful fingers fell all over themselves in his delight. It took him a few tries to get the crotchrope just where she wanted it, but when it was finally tight enough, he took up one of her yellow silk scarves, and held it to her lips. She felt him start to push it between her teeth, and she opened her eyes and shook her head.

   “No. It has to be more. Get another scarf—no, get two—and tie them inside that one. Then put it in my mouth.” Jack complied, and soon Amanda felt her mouth stuffed full with the clingy silk; Jack didn’t tie it nearly as tight as Amanda would have herself, but it would do. She bit down on the stuffing, hard, and braced herself.

   In a moment, she could hear Sarah’s gagged moans increase in volume, and the naked writhing of her roommate’s body against hers soon had Amanda bearing herself down on the crotchrope. Damn, she thought, why didn’t I have a dildo he could have used?

   Jack’s caresses were driving Sarah closer to the edge, now, and her body bucked and pulled against the ropes—she didn’t pull free, but she did pull Amanda off the floor and slam her back down as she twisted.
Amanda didn’t care. She could hear Jack roaring his passion, now, and she drove herself deeper into her fantasy—now, Jack was a ferocious Mongol chieftain, and she was the princess of the latest country to fall to his predations. She lay in his bedchamber now, chained and helpless as the fiend prepared to slake his lust on her naked form. Her nether muscles worked madly at the rope in her sex, as she felt Sarah react to Jack entering her. For what seemed like hours, her roommate’s body quaked and flailed in their shared bondage, and Amanda felt she must go mad with lust as the two women’s voices mixed in a choir of gagged passions.

   Finally, Amanda felt Sarah heave up one last time, and collapse back against her. She could hear the bubbling of her breath through the saliva around the ballgag, and Jack gasping for breath himself.
Amanda began to cry. The fantasies, the dreams—she deserved them! But as horrible as Sarah could be to her, in the end, that’s who Jack wanted, and Amanda would have to console herself with giving Jack what he wanted. She sniffled and sobbed, rubbing herself uselessly against the rope which gave no sign of ever bringing her any relief.

   She felt movement behind her; Sarah’s body seemed to shift as Amanda felt the ropes binding them together loosen. Jack’s sleepy voice was mumbling something, and Amanda could have sworn she heard a juicy giggle come from Sarah’s stoppered mouth.

The rope between Amanda’s legs was loosened, and pulled free; she started to screech into her gag, when she felt it replaced with a slender finger. Jack began to explore the sopping walls of her sex, and Amanda pushed herself down harder to meet him. The next sensation truly stunned her—another finger had made its way inside her—even smaller and more slender, with a long, manicured nail at the end. Sarah began to stimulate her roommate, now, in tandem with Jack. Amanda writhed and fought as the waves of pleasure began to wash over her. It felt too good—it had to stop! She tried pulling away, but then, that’s why she was tied up, wasn’t it—so that she had to endure whatever was done to her.

  Amanda opened her eyes, looking about her wildly. Jack was now lying with his face next to her, looking sleepily at her as his hand drove her mad. She couldn’t see Sarah’s face, but the gagged laughter behind her continued as Sarah tormented her unbearably.

  “Uhh—Uhh—Uhh!” Amanda’s rhythmic moans grew louder, and Jack and Sarah worked her pussy harder and harder. Finally, Amanda’s eyes rolled back in her head, and she came with a shattering, shuddering crash. Her body shook and quaked, and the hands inside wouldn’t leave until they had wrung every last ounce of sanity from her.

  Amanda lay still, bathing in the warmth radiating from the naked body bound so close to hers.
Amanda closed her eyes. She could see Amanda and Sarah, now, brave warrior Amazons, who had fallen into the clutches of the wicked Ares, who stood over them now, cock rampant. As she was drifting off to sleep, Jack was caressing her, soothing her. His voice was a low murmur.

  “Next time, you get ‘firsts’.” He slumped back against her, and began to snore. Amanda smiled under her gag, and did the same.

 


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