Needed Therapy

I started eating Shelly as enthusiastically and skillfully as I could. She started wailing and screaming just like she had for Craig! I now know why guys like "screamers" so much. There is nothing so satisfying — nor so much of a turn on — as knowing that you are giving someone so much pleasure that she actually screams. By the time Shelly had her last orgasm and fell into Craig's arms, I was as horny as I had been after they first tied me up.

So was Craig. While Shelly rested, Craig started rubbing his hard penis all over my face, breasts, stomach, thighs and pussy. He held my free arm down so that I could not interfere. Soon I was begging him to make love to me like I have never pleaded for anything before, but Craig continued to torture me. The head of his penis glided up and down between the wet lips of my pussy, but it never once stopped to enter me.

I was surprised when Shelly interceded on my behalf. She whispered: "For God's sake, Craig, don't be so cruel. Make love to her. I want to watch."

Shelly had sat up in bed next to us and was vigorously masturbating as she stared at Craig's and my hips rubbing together.

Craig never was one for taking orders. Instead of doing what Shelly asked, he moved off of me and sat down next to her. She immediately slid into his lap and they started making love.

My right hand was finally free. I tried to untie the other, but my feet were tied too tightly and I could not turn my body enough to reach my left wrist. Besides, I was distracted by the beautiful sight of Craig and Shelly moving together with rising passion. In my imagination it was me in Craig's lap and I would soon come when I felt him coming inside of me. My right hand automatically started tracing a line down my body. Closing my eyes, I fantasized that it was Craig's penis and that he was still on top of me. My hand reached my vagina and I plunged one, then two, fingers in, pretending they were Craig's hard penis. Then I started rubbing my clitoris with my index finger. Masturbation had never before felt so wonderful, perhaps because usually it's a lonely act, but for once I wasn't alone. I came so hard, I think I almost passed out!

I opened my eyes to find that Craig and Shelly had been watching me. Craig was still erect. They must have stopped making love right after I closed my eyes. I felt embarrassed, but they had obviously not minded my selfishness.

"That was beautiful!" Shelly purred. "After that, you deserve the real thing." Without another word she pulled my hand away from my crotch as Craig mounted me. His long penis slid all the way into me.

So soon after my strong, self-inflicted orgasm, the pleasure from Craig's penetration was almost too intense to bear! I would have tried to push him away, but I was again helpless since Shelly had taken a firm grip on my right hand. Soon, however, I began to settle down and Craig's steady thrusts had another orgasm building inside of me. I wanted to wrap my legs around him, but they were still tied. I just laid back and concentrating on the ecstasy pulsing through my body.

Making love with Craig was better than I had imagined, and soon he and I enjoyed a simultaneous orgasm. I felt totally spent, but that lusty pair would not let me rest. As soon as had Craig got off of me, Shelly climbed on top of me with her face in my crotch and her pussy hovering over my mouth.

Sixty-nine has long been my favorite number, but it was never as good as it was with Shelly. When I do sixty-nine with a guy, I never have an orgasm because I have to concentrate too much on giving him pleasure without him choking me. With Shelly, I could let my tongue do its best while the rest of my body relaxed and enjoyed what her tongue did to me. We had each come only a couple times when Craig interfered.

I would have complained, but Craig only moved Shelly's hips away from my face, he did not move Shelly's face from my pussy. He turned Shelly around so that she again lay between my legs. Her tongue never left my clitoris. It was as if she couldn't get enough of me!

Laying on her stomach between my legs like that, Shelly's hips rested on the edge of the mattress while her knees touched the floor. Craig knelt behind her and started making love to her doggie style. I enjoyed feeling Craig's steady thrusts rocking the bed while Shelly ate me more voraciously than ever. Shelly and I each came several times before all three of us came together in a beautiful, perfectly simultaneous, three-way, screaming orgasm.

After that, they untied me and we rested, Craig in the middle with Shelly and I snuggling up to either side of him. We spent the rest of the evening making love together, or in pairs, or, occasionally, alone while the others watched. In the morning we kissed Shelly good-bye and Craig walked me home. He kissed me good-bye at the door, but as he turned to leave I grabbed Craig's collar and hauled him into my apartment. I have learned that Craig prefers outgoing women.

We showered together and made love afterward. We spent the afternoon in each other's arms, catching up on some needed sleep. I had the most wonderful dreams!

There is another hockey game tonight. Craig, Shelly, and I plan to get together and play Therapy again. I hope I get the question: "So tell me, on a scale of 1 to 10, how sexually experimental are you?" I'll answer "12" and then spend the rest of the night showing them what I mean. As far as I'm concerned, making love with Craig and Shelly is all the therapy anyone could ever need.