Her Gift
In college they called themselves the KLM girls. Kelly, Lindsey, and Megan were assigned a freshman dorm together and on day two had discovered they were all bi-curious. That was years ago, of course, and they’d finished the year concluding that they were all basically straight but switchable when the mood hit. Now in their twenties and out of school, each was enjoying her own upward trajectory in the world. Kelly was a junior designer for a major clothing label, Lindsey was working her way up the five star restaurant kitchen circuit with her culinary talent, and Megan managed the perfume counter at one of New York’s swankier department stores.
It was Kelly that got them all together that particular Thursday afternoon as they periodically did. But her invite had been remarkably cryptic.
“Okay, Kell, spill!” Lindsey said. “What’s the big idea you wanted to run by us?”
“Yeah, what’s up with you,” Megan said.
“Alright, you know I’ve been with John for a while now.”
“Yeah, when do we meet him?” Megan asked.
“I’m thinking tomorrow,” Kelly said. “It’s his birthday and I want to give him something special.”
“A threesome?” Lindsey asked. “You could have just said so. I’m game.”
“She didn’t say a threesome!” Megan retorted. “And it’s a foursome, since he’d be in it. Is it a foursome?” she asked Kelly quickly in follow-up.
“It’s more than a foursome,” Kelly said. “I want John to come home and find all three of us naked and tied up. Helpless. And then, well, he can do whatever he wants. All night long.”
“Wow!” Lindsey said.
“Yeah, but he doesn’t know us? How do you know he’ll respond? Maybe he’ll think you were robbed,” Megan suggested.
“Oh, he’ll know better. We do bondage all the time.”
“You always did like it the most of us,” Megan replied.
“Yeah, but you two aren’t exactly rope virgins,” Kelly said. “So, how about it? You aren’t dating anyone, so it’ll be a blast.”
“Okay,” Lindsey said.
“Sure, why not? We haven’t been together in over a year,” Megan added.
“Perfect! This is going to be John’s best birthday ever.”
The next day after work, the three friends got together at Kelly’s home and wasted no time getting naked. Kelly was the tallest of them, being an inch taller than Lindsey and an inch and a half over Megan. She also had the largest breasts, though all the girls were fairly slim, and even Kelly had only B cups. But with her red hair and firm body she was plenty hot. Lindsey was dark haired and with a smaller B cup, but her breasts were easier to cup in one hand each. Her nipples were insanely sensitive, hardening on touch and capable of easily bringing her to orgasm just by rubbing and flicking them. Megan was the blonde A-cup, the smallest of the girls and probably the most adventurous. She was less likely to jump into something blindly, but more likely to agree to sexual experimentation once she’d considered it.
“Alright, here’s what I had in mind,” Kelly said once they were naked. “John will be over in about thirty minutes. We should put handcuffs on and lock our hands behind our back. And we should duct tape our mouths shut so we don’t jabber a lot. Then we should wait somewhere tight and confined. Maybe a closet.”
“How about your utility room?” Megan suggested.
“Perfect,” Kelly said. “We can lock ourselves in that way.” For reasons never clarified, Kelly’s utility room had a bedroom door lock on it, with the knob on the outside. Although a strong enough person could eventually kick the door off its hinges, it was essentially a little prison. And for three naked cuffed girls, a very cramped prison. They tape gagged themselves first, making sure they were sufficiently covered so they couldn’t just open their mouth and push the tape aside with their tongues. Then they put the handcuff keys on the dining room table and went into the utility room, putting the door in the locked position before closing it. Finally they each put a pair on and locked their hands behind their backs. Now they were committed and could neither change their minds nor discuss it with each other. Naked and pressed together by the cluttered storage, they waited for John’s arrival.
Since nothing could go wrong, none of them were worried when the phone rang and it went to the message machine. “Hey, Kelly. John. Some of the guys at work insisted on taking me out to celebrate, so I’m going to be a bit late. I should be there by eight. It’s not like we had plans, so I figure it should be cool. Call me if you want me to duck out of it. Love you. Bye.”
Eight! The three girls began squealing and trying to free their locked naked hands, but it was pointless. They weren’t going anywhere for the next few hours. They were just going to stand there with their naked bodies pressed together in the warm room and wait for their rescue.
Lindsey was the first to try to take advantage of the situation. After their excited squealing had calmed down and all three of them made their peace with being trapped, she found herself pressed up against Megan, with their tits touching. With her nipples hardened up by the eroticism of the situation, she began rubbing her nipples along Megan’s. For Lindsey the effect was almost immediate and she began to get wet. Megan was initially annoyed that Lindsey was taking advantage of her. She didn’t feel like having nipple play under the circumstances and didn’t want to feel Lindsey’s nipples anyway. But her own chest was fairly sensitive too. All of theirs were. Soon enough both bound and gagged girls were caught up in passion, rubbing their tits harder and harder against each other. Kelly looked on in shock and envy that they were getting their rocks off early while she had to stand and watch and wait. But she couldn’t protest with the duct tape on her mouth, keeping her from yapping at all. So she stood and watched and tried to reach her fingers down under her ass to her pussy to stroke herself. She couldn’t quite make it.
After a bit, Lindsey had cum twice. As soon as Megan managed it, Kelly practically shoved herself between them, shaking her tits desperately. “Me too!” she tried to say, though it was muffled. Lindsey was the faster and greedier of the two, and she turned to press her tits to Kelly’s, rubbing them around so all four nipples got to play. Kelly’s chest was sensitive, but less than either other one, so while Lindsey got herself off three more times, it took that long for Kelly to finally cum once. Tit rubbing really wasn’t the most effective way to stimulate the nipples hard like they needed. Now all three girls were sweaty and happy, but still trapped with no sense of the passage of time.
The phone rang again. “Hey, babe. We’re taking longer than I thought. We ended up at the strip club. Don’t worry, I’m keeping my hands and my dick to myself. Should be another hour. Call me if you want me there sooner. Love’s ya! Bye.”
Now the desperate girls squealed in more naked distress. But they had no other choice than to stand around, pressed lustily together, and endure their bondage like good girlfriends. They couldn’t even be mad, since he kept offering to come sooner. But Kelly’s phone was out in the living room and her cell phone was with it. So they had to wait it out together.
Soon Kelly’s fingers brushed against Megan’s pussy. Her friend immediately pressed her crotch against Kelly’s hands. A little squealing let Kelly know that her friend was in desperate need. So be it. She began fingering Megan’s wet pussy. But Lindsey wouldn’t be ignored, demanding Megan’s fingers in her own pussy. The conclusion was obvious, and Kelly turned so Lindsey could finger her pussy as well. It was difficult with only three girls to make the turns, but they were all healthy and agile gym rats so they made it work. They spent the next however long they were at it stroking each other off to cum after cum. And all while waiting for the man to show up and finally fuck them.
The phone rang again. They stopped their fingering to listen to the message. “Hey, Kell-kell. It’s me, you know. I’m on my way. So, we talking about not making plans or nothing, right, okay, and you haven’t called me wanting me home, see, so I’m going to bring my buds over with me and we can watch some movies or something. Hope that’s cool. Lovin’ you is easy cause you’re beautifully hot.”
Now the girls began to squeal in a mild panic. They hadn’t talked about strangers. Now they were going to each be seen naked by three men, not just one, two of whom none of them had ever even met. But there was nothing they could do with their gags and handcuffs on other than wait for the inevitable humiliation.
Five minutes later the door opened and they heard voices. They were drunk voices, but not so drunk they couldn’t make their way to the utility room using the obvious clues Kelly had left, like a note saying to look in the utility room. The door swung open, revealing the three sweaty, flustered, naked young women to the three horny, drunk, and surprised men. Except for John and Kelly, all were strangers to each other.
“Whoa, no wonder you didn’t call back!” John said. “I figured you’d tell me to get my butt over here with the first phone call. Now I get it.”
“Were you three robbed?” one of the men asked, staring at their bodies.
“No, man, this is my present. This is Kelly, and I guess she hired some hookers. This is perfect, because I’m a share-and-share-alike kind of dude. Kelly, these are Rob and Craig from the office. You can introduce me to the call-girls later, but I really like the tape gags!”
“You said share, right?” Rob asked.
“Not Kelly. Not right away. But help yourself,” he replied. As Megan and Lindsey squealed in distress, trying to say something, and Kelly did the same, Rob grabbed Lindsey and flung her over his shoulder. Craig easily scooped up Megan in his arms and carried her off, flailing and moaning as his thumb stroked her clit from below. John pushed Kelly back to the wall and pinned her there, slobbering all over her face with kisses of love and lust. She tried to explain that her friends weren’t prostitutes, but the tape gags were effective and she couldn’t say a thing.
He pulled her by her hair, making her walk along to her fate of being fucked in the bedroom. They passed Rob molesting a squealing and shaking Lindsey in the living room on the sofa and Craig pinning Megan to the guest bed in the spare room, licking her up and down while she tried to protest. Kelly hoped his friends weren’t too crazed. Her friends would be fine, she knew, as long as they didn’t get beaten up or anything. And in Megan’s case, maybe even then. And maybe Lindsey too. Hell, she thought, her friends were kinky sluts and so was she. She spotted both other men’s cocks out of their pants as they went by and figured fuck it, a sixsome was just fine.
John hurled her down onto the bed and was on her in seconds, mauling her with his hands and slobbering all over her with lust. She laid there and took it in the spirit intended. From elsewhere she heard Lindsey’s and Megan’s desperate cries as they were penetrated technically against their will but really with their resigned and horny acceptance. They came to be fucked by one man they’d never met, and so far, that was happening. It just wasn’t a foursome.
John didn’t take long, horny as he was after ignoring strippers at a club and then finding his girlfriend and two other women naked and bound at home. He flooded her pussy with his hot juice and then collapsed on top of her. Kelly was just seconds from cumming again, but not quite enough. She lay there, horny as hell and craving more touching. Instead, she had to wait as he got off her and pulled her to her feet to go in search of the other two couples.
They came to Craig and Megan first. He had the blonde pinned to the bed with her legs spread wide and tied to the footposts using what looked like scarves from Kelly’s collection. She was gasping and writhing and moaning as his fat cock slid in and out of her sopping wet cunt, each thrust slurping and sputtering through her lubed-up juices. She was still trying to get out away from him but couldn’t possibly believe she would make it.
Next they found Rob and Lindsey in the living room. Lindsey was kneeling on the floor in front of Rob, seated on the sofa channel surfing while she sucked and slurped on his cock. He held her head by her hair, guiding her head and mouth where he wanted them. Kelly noted that she was rubbing her nipples along his legs, cheating and getting herself off in the process.
“Damn, John, your girl hired the best hooker I’ve ever seen. Her mouth is like magic.” Kelly just stared, wondering why Lindsey hadn’t said anything when he obviously took the tape off her mouth. Why hadn’t she screamed or protested or tried to explain the situation to him. Instead she was just cock gobbling like a starving woman on chocolate during her time.
“Yeah, Kelly, where’d you find the hookers?” he asked. With her mouth taped all she could do was mumble. He finally took the tape off her mouth, letting her speak for the first time in hours.
“They’re not hookers! They’re my college friends. We were trying to surprise you! Just you!”
“Oh. Well, I’m surprised,” he said. “And looks like we all were.”
“You’ve got to ask her permission!” she said to Rob. “She’s not a hooker, and you’re actually raping her right now.”
“Nah, we’re good,” Rob said. “You good, hooker?” he asked Lindsey. She mumbled something and nodded her head in agreement. “We’re good,” he said. “But maybe check on Craig and the other chick.”
“Megan. Her name is Megan,” Kelly said. She almost broke free of John’s grasp trying to run back to the spare room where Craig was still pounding away and Megan’s eyes were rolling about, her brain almost disconnected from her body by then.
“Hey, turns out these are Kelly’s friends,” John said to him. “Not hookers.”
“That’s good. I’d hate to end up owing money,” Craig replied. He continued fucking the helpless rubbery-jointed girl as she mewled and groaned underneath him.
“You have to ask if she wants this,” Kelly said.
“Eh, she wants it. I can tell,” he replied, still fucking her.
“No, really, you have to ask her.”
He paused enough to peel the tape partially off her mouth.
“Kelly, go away!” Megan cried. “You, put that tape back!”
“Can’t argue with the lady,” Craig replied, gagging the lady and resuming his loud fucking of her wet pussy.
“Looks like today is everyone’s birthday,” John said. He grabbed her hair again and pulled her back to the bedroom. “And I feel like more celebrating!” She almost protested, but he put more tape on her mouth and then plopped her down face down and hips up for some doggie style, alternating between her pussy and ass. Kelly laid there, taking it all and happy as a clam.
The weekend was one of easily-imagined debauchery, with the men trading off girls every now and then, but it was Rob who ended up taking Lindsey home, her clothing long lost and forgotten, and Craig that brought Megan to his home to start her new life as his 24/7 permanent sex slave, at her request. Now that everyone was a couple, it was easy to get together for girlfriend swaps over the weekend, and collectively they went through more duct tape than most hardware stores. Everyone lived happily ever after.
The end.
