THREESOME . . .

 

 

 

It was a few more hours where Amber relaxed enough to concentrate more on checking items off our Checklist then her constant Jealousy . . . even towards and inanimate Ultra-Doll (aka Gabby) . . . The three of use were together on our loveseat . . . it would of been a much tighter fit had not both Amber and Gabby had such petite figures.

 

Amber was holding the Checklist very business like as I was testing each item out. Amber insisted I pay as much if not more attention to her then the "F'n Dyke Doll" . . . she had a lot of names for the Ultra-Doll . . . Never very positive ones. On a Good day and Moment, she'll sometimes call her Gabby.

 

Amber reads off from the Checklist: [ ] Thighs . . .

 

Starting at both of their knees, I have an open hand on Gabby and Amber's thighs as I slowly caress and slide slowly closer to their pussies . . . Amber takes a moment to close her eyes and actually enjoy the moment as Gabby stares at me with her mouth and pouty lips half way open . . . as always.

 

As I reach Amber's pussy I allow my fingers, feeling her moisture, to slip inside of her . . . while my hand on Gabby stops at the top of her thigh, not going any further so Amber doesn't cut it off with our Chef knife . . .

 

Amber says "Check" . . . Next on the Checklist is: [ ] Bondage . . .

 

She thinks for a while and I wait for my queue . . . I'm not getting on her bad side right now . . . Amber gets up and brings back our older box of rope and stuff we used when we first met and says, "Bitch Babe doesn't get the pleasure of being tied up with our good stuff" . . . I nod my head in agreement . . . if one of us is going to get to tie up Gabby, I'm not stopping it. Wasn't sure who was going to be doing the tying until Amber took the lead.

 

Amber pushed Gabby off the couch and let her pretty much fall breast side down onto the floor. Yanking her arms behind her back, Amber is for sure putting the skeleton of the Ultra-Doll to the test. She not only quickly ties her wrists together, but moves right up to pulling her elbows until they were touching and wrapped rope tightly around those . . . leaving Gabby's breasts pushing out and more perky then normal.

 

As I watch I'm being extra careful to time the rubbing of my crotch so Amber doesn't notice. This is so fucking hot, like Amber just won one of those Hogtie Wrestling matches and is claiming her prize of the Girl who lost.

 

Gabby's knees and ankles are now tied together with two more ropes before Amber pulls her knees up against her chest. A rope harness above & below her breasts, crisscrossing behind Gabby's back, then up and over her shoulders helped Amber tie her knees in that position.

 

Another rope under Gabby's knees and around her back pulled them even tighter. In less then fifteen minutes Amber has put Gabby into one of the tightest Ball Ties I've ever seen as Gabby is staring at me as if to be asking for help.

 

Amber said, you're in charge of a gag, blindfold and hood . . . I don't want to be seeing her creepy eyes for some time. I needed to be extra careful as to not move in a way that Amber would see how f'n hard I was . . . reaching for the gag, blindfold and hood . . . I put all three onto Gabby . . .

 

Pausing for a moment to stare back into her pleading eyes after gagging her . . . then I added the blindfold and hood . . . all the while, Amber was pulling clothing we had lined up for Good Will out of an old Larger Microwave box.

 

Finishing my part I see the box just as Amber says, "Here! Put Crazy Cunt in this . . . I'm sure she'll fit nice and snug." Not to question I grab Gabby in her now Ball Tie and slide her into the box . . . Amber was right . . . she fit except her the top of her head, which was a couple inches taller then the box . . . Like a production line, Amber pushed Gabby's head down, closed the lid and sealed it with a Tape Gun . . . grabbed my hand and pulled me to our Bed room for the most intense fuck I can remember.

 

Pretty sure Amber enjoyed tying Gabby up more then I loved watching it . . . also, I bet we were both fantasizing about Gabby's predicament as we came. I know Gabby is Fake, but I still feel bad we didn't put any air holes in her box before taping it closed . . .