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Jen's Awakening, Ffm, Light Bondage



Jennifer’s first thought as she neared consciousness was she had the worst hangover in history. As her brain began to come on line, she tried to recall the events of the night before. Another Friday night out with the girls, the first two iced teas going down way too fast, a trip to the ladies room. The ladies room. Something happened in the ladies room. What was it? Recollections of a beautiful woman came to mind. Small, dark, a petite figure that left no doubt her large breasts were implants. Her comment that her husband “would just love you.” A strange look.

Jennifer’s mouth felt dry and fuzzy. Her headache felt like her skull was being crushed. Still unable to open her eyes, she didn’t remember having THAT much to drink. Her friends had left about 9, but Jen had to use the restroom one more time before her long drive home. As she came out of the stall, the same woman was there again, washing her hands. “I’m Chris, my husband, Doug and I would like to buy you a drink.” Jen’s head reeled, why would they do that? Why is she being ambushed in the restroom? Why is she drawn to Chris? Why doesn’t she just walk right out or tell her to shove off? Why is she agreeing? Why is Chris’ hand on her ass as they leave the restroom?

Jennifer had never had bed spins in the morning, but something definitely wasn’t right. The bed was clearly moving. She went to put her hand against the wall, the surest cure for bed spins. She was startled awake when she noticed she could not move her hands. Drunk to the point of paralysis? Couldn’t be. She couldn’t move her legs either. Why wouldn’t the bed stop moving? She remembered dancing with Doug at the bar, his strong hands on her back, her ass. She should have been offended, but it felt so good. She needed him to touch her. As she sat between Doug and Chris in the booth she knew hands were on her knee, but she wasn’t sure if they were his or hers. Why didn’t this bother her?

She fought through the fog in her mind and realized she could move her fingers and toes, even her hands and feet, but her arms and legs were immobile, as if, it couldn’t be, as if she were tied to something. Screams filtered through her still-gray brain “Fuck me, Doug, yeah fuck me, fuck me harder, pound my pussy.” The screaming was loud, very loud and she opened her eyes to mere slits. Chris’ large breasts were dangling in Jennifer’s face. They swayed forcefully with every motion of her body, the motion undoubtedly caused by Doug’s cock in her. Doug’s cock. Sitting at the booth, Chris had taken her hand and moved it to Doug’s lap where his very hard cock had escaped the zipper of his slacks. Jennifer should have been offended, but instead she yearned to taste it.

Jennifer moaned softly, suffering from the pounding in her head and the uncertainty of what had happened the night before. Suddenly she was unable to make a sound. Something was in her mouth. It was warm and soft, fleshy, and it was moving violently. It was Chris’ nipple. She should have moved her head to the side, but inside, began to lightly lick the nipple. She was rewarded with a finger between her legs. The fog cleared quickly as she realized she was naked. It took her just a few seconds to put it all together. She was naked, tied to the bed and her two new acquaintances from the night before were shagging ON TOP OF HER! She felt rage for a second, but the skilled fingers in her wetness quickly replaced the anger with lust.

Chris’ nipple left her mouth and Jen was surprised at how loud own moans were. She felt the large, heavy breasts against her hips. Wait, that must mean her head is….. The feeling of Chris’ tongue on her inner thigh nearly made Jennifer explode. Finally opening her eyes she took in the whole picture. Chris was kneeling, her knees next to Jennifer’s chest and her tongue was lapping Jen’s plentiful juices. Doug was behind his wife, her dark hair in his hands like the reins of a horse. Jen couldn’t stop watching his thick, hard cock plowing into her. That changed when the first orgasm rolled through Jen’s hips and her eyes rolled back into her head.

Watching Chris’ fingers move to her own clit, Jen was jealous, but of what? Did she want Doug’s meat to abuse her own pussy as he was doing to Chris? Did she want Chris’ long red fingernails back on her clit? Did she want the restraints to be freed so she could pleasure herself as she was watching Chris do? Low, guttural groans came from Chris as her fingers and her husband’s merciless pounding had the desired effect. Her head dropped to Jen’s lap as the orgasm intensified. The feeling of teeth on her thighs only made Jen hornier as, for the first time in her life, she watched another woman orgasm.

Doug pulled out of his wife turned his cock toward Jennifer. As it approached her she opened her mouth, willingly. No, hungrily. She couldn’t wait to taste Chris’ juices, to give this man the orgasm he had watched the two women enjoy. Suddenly, Doug pulled out of her mouth and jerked himself a few times. Thick globs of his cum landed on Jen’s chest, the liquid portion running down her side. He again turned his cock to Jen’s mouth, dropping it between her lips and shooting the last his load into her mouth. She swallowed hungrily.

Chris climbed up Jen’s body and kissed her deeply. She loved the feel of the woman’s smooth face and full, soft lips against her own. Chris settled down on her body, smearing Doug’s cum on their breasts. Jen again felt the large breasts in her mouth and slowly and sensually licked it off of his wife’s breasts. Her tongue worked the breasts then reached for her hostess’ tight, flat stomach, still licking it clean. As she reached Chris’ navel it occurred to her where this was heading, but she didn’t slow down. Jen reached the top of her pubic hair and continued moving to her full wetness. The now-familiar taste of Doug’s cum was mixed with pussy. Obviously she had never done this to another woman, but she knew what she liked, and all of those times with lousy lovers that she thought “why doesn’t he just do it like this” came back to her. Chris’ groans told her she was doing something right.

She had lost track of Doug, and was surprised to feel him between her legs. As she felt his head against her wetness her mind raced with fear, remembering how huge he looked working his wife. Jen doubted she could handle it, but being restrained and having a mouthful of Chris, she really didn’t have anything to say about it.

She had a feeling Doug wasn’t about to be gentle, and she was right. The pain of his huge cock thrusting into her was more than she could take. As she was about to scream, Chris ground her pussy onto Jen’s face. Chris had been through this many times, she realized, and this was her way of distracting her from the pain. She concentrated on pleasuring Chris, and within a few thrusts her always-tight pussy had expanded just enough to accommodate Doug’s manhood.

Chris rose and turned around, leaning forward and settling her now throbbing, dripping pussy back to Jen’s awaiting mouth. The new position allowed her to kiss her husband and play with her tits as he fucked another woman, the same woman who whose tongue was lashing at her pussy. The feeling washed over Jennifer that she was nothing more than a sex toy to this apparently insatiable couple. This was a feeling she very much enjoyed at the moment. Chris’ familiar fingers went to Jen’s now sore clit, the two of them working together to her, what was it, fourth orgasm? Twelfth? Hell it seemed like a thousand and the next one was close by. As Jen’s orgasm subsided, Chris lowered her mouth and accepted her husband’s dick.

Jen returned to working on Chris and, noticing how wet her hands were, decided to kick it up a notch. Tentatively, Jen put a very sloppy finger at the entrance to Chris’ ass and pushed. Apparently taking her husband’s cock out of her mouth, she let out a deep groan and pushed back against the finger. Jen slid the finger all the way into the hole and was surprised at how easily the anus opened to her. Having had Doug slam her pussy, Jen had a feeling she know how Chris’ ass had become so pliable. Her middle finger joined the other, and soon Jen had two fingers into Chris’ ass. A loud slap and a red mark rising on Chris’ ass told Jen that Doug had noticed her back door play and had decided to join in. Jen would have protested loudly to such treatment, but Chris’ pussy spasmed as her husband slapped her ass a second time. Chris had her husband’s cock about to fill her throat, a sexy young lady eating her out and playing with her ass and her husband working her ass cheeks. She came hard, spilling her juices onto Jen’s face and collapsed on top of their visitor.

The three of them played throughout the night, each of the ladies reaching more orgasms than they could count, and Doug finally unable to perform anymore. Jen fell asleep and when she awoke, found that she was alone on the bed. On the corner of the bed were luxurious towels and note. “Had lots of fun, maybe we’ll run into you sometime.”

She looked around the house and found that the couple had left. Feeling very sore and very sticky, she ran the water in the huge marble tub she found in the master bath. The hot bath and French milled soaps brought her back to reality and as if she hadn’t had enough the night before, she let her hand wander down between her legs, producing an encore as she thought of all the new experiences she had had the night before.

On the vanity in the bath, she found her clothes from the night before folded neatly. A new pair of panties replaced those she had worn on Friday. She smiled, knowing that her panties had been added to a collection somewhere. She felt something in the pocket of her pants and found a small card. “Chris and Doug, 330-555-1212. Bring a friend next time.”



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