A Bigger Stage

"Mph mph?" Rosi asked, trying to say, "up there?" but again not taking into account that she was very effectively gagged.

Eyes wide open, she climbed up the slatted seats and onto the wooden table top, elevated and displayed more than ever.

Despite being dark, she knew she could be seen. There were no window lights visible except from Sarah's own house, but who knew what was being observed from darkened rooms between closed curtains?

Parade rest. That's what she adopted. Naked, gagged, feet apart, shoulders squared, chin up, bare breasts forward, hands behind her back once again. Inner thighs wet.

Thankfully it wasn't cold, but the air puckered her nipples to hard nubs.

What if she could be seen? Rosi added a little pride and defiance to her posture.
 
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"Very nice, kitten," Sarah said, appreciating the view. "But let's try something a little different. Can you lie down for me?"


As Rosi complied, Sarah began to adjust the girl's position as she had often done.

In a few moments, Rosi was lying supine in the center of the table, her hands and feet reaching for the corners. Spread-eagled.

That was when Cindy's bag of tricks came into play again, as she produced a number of silken sashes with which she and Sarah began to fasten Rosi in place.
 
Her first reaction was mild panic, but Rosi forcibly calmed herself, relaxing her limbs as one by one they were tethered in place.

It had been the most natural thing to obediently lie on her back on a raised table outdoors, completely nude and spread eagled, exposed, her limbs positioned by Sarah.

Natural, and thrilling. Rosi felt like she was a little drunk, intoxicated on the Game, on the attention.
 
"As always, kitten, shake your head or object in some way, and you'll be released," Sarah said, standing over Rosi.

"But," she asked archly, "do you want to be released?"
 
Rosi frowned at Sarah and shook her head briefly, trying with her eyes to say, "No, I don't want to be released," relaxing in her bonds to demonstrate her calm acceptance of being tied up.

She felt like a sacrificial offering on some altar, though she knew she was totally safe.

Rosi trusted her friends completely, and getting deeper in character, getting into the Deeper Game, she pushed her head back, lifted her shoulders slightly and tilted her pelvis up as much as was possible lying down, embracing her state, her naked vulnerability.
 
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"I think that means 'No, just fuck me, please,'" Cindy said, kneeling on a bench and taking a breast in hand even as Sarah moved in on the opposite side.

"Oh, good," Sarah replied. "Because having her naked all through dinner, it was all I could do not to just stop eating and tie her to a chair."

Sarah claimed Rosi's remaining breast, and two sets of hands started happily exploring her helpless teenage body.
 
Rosi knew she was allowed to be a willing participant, and tried to raise her shouders, to press her naked breasts into her friends' hands.

At the same time, her legs and hips were squirming, her pelvis humping the air as she looked at Cindy and nodded, agreeing with her interpretation.

Rosi was so hot and horny, and had an image in her mind of Bob filming this with Dane and Ray looking on and offering comments on her performance.
 
Sarah and Cindy both knew a lot about places where people were likely to be sensitive, even ticklish. They both knew how to use their hands, fingertips, tongues and teeth to good effect. They spent the next few minutes showing Rosi just how naked and helpless she was.

Then Cindy dove back into her bag and pulled out a vibrator, wondering if Rosi had ever even seen one except in porn. But she didn't ask: She just turned the device on and started lightly playing between Rosi's legs.
 
Rosi screamed at the touch of the new instrument of torture.

It was exquisite yet torment. Her body arched and convulsed as she tugged helplessly against her bonds, her eyes rolling up every few moments, yet she wouldn't exchange this for anything.

All consciousness beyond the immediate physical was gone, and Rosi surrendered, letting her body react as it must.

After a short while she became more used to the attentions and stared hungrily from Cindy to Sarah and back, a partly sentient sexual creature, hovering on the edge of paradise.
 
Cindy got serious as Rosi's reactions aroused her in turn.

She knew that moving the vibrator to Rosi's clit would amp up the sensations.

As would sliding in two fingers.


Sarah meanwhile had a breast in one hand, a nipple between her teeth, and was showing no sign of relinquishing either.
 
Rosi stared hard into Cindy's eyes, as much as her twitching would allow, and begged for more.

Her own eyes made the non-verbal demand, while her pelvis humped and her pelvic floor tightened rhythmically.

She needed to fuck.

The invading fingers were swallowed as if her vagina were starving, and the sensations of the Instrument heightened everything almost to her limits.

Rosi's nipples were on fire thanks to Sarah, and she began a series of mini contractions that she had no control over, shuddering her body and twisting her limbs.

No way was she going to ask them to stop. Unless her over-sensitised sex could literally take no more.
 
Seeing Agent Rosi's resistance, Cindy had no choice but to make her torture more severe.

Turning the vibrator up a notch, she determinedly followed Rosi's bucking hips, stimulating her clit without mercy even as she slid a third finger inside.

Sarah, for her part, used her free hand to grab Rosi's hair, forcing her gaze upward toward the moon and stars.
 
There was no escape, the delicious torment followed her whatever she did, and meaningless sounds slithered past the ball that was damming her thoughts against incoherent expression.

The infernos merged into one almighty conflagration and yes, Rosi literally saw stars.

Orgasm.

Her scream should have been powerful enough to shatter every window in the neighbourhood,
 
As usual, the girls didn't leave Rosi alone while she recovered: Gentle hands caressed her, while tongues lapped at her body like wavelets lapping at the hull of a boat.

Her gag was removed after a bit, though her limbs remained secured. Rosi might have asked for a word of explanation, but the moonlight provided all that was necessary as it clearly showed Cindy taking off her clothes.
 
Watching Cindy undress was delight and a visual feast. The woman was stunningly beautiful.

Now that the ball gag had been removed, Rosi chose the words with which she would break her silence.

"I love you, both of you," and switching her adoring gaze momentarily from Cindy she glanced at Sarah, looking deep into those gorgeous eyes, including her.

They were a threesome. A trio, a Sexually Liberated Uninhibited Threesome.
 
Neither Sarah nor Cindy was as quick to say the words as they'd been at Rosi's age, even though that hadn't really been all that long ago for Cindy. They both knew that things could change, and people could and would move in and out of one's life.

Still, Rosi had plenty of practical proof that they weren't expecting her to go anywhere for awhile.


Sarah stood running her hands along Rosi's inner legs and thighs; her gaze seemingly drawn irresistibly down the V that their 45-degree angle created.

"Kitten, we need to spread your legs like this more often," she purred.

"God, you are such a guy, Sarah," Cindy responded as she bent over Rosi.

Then she used one hand to pillow Rosi's head, taking a breast with the other. Rosi's freedom to speak was again interrupted as Cindy covered the girl's mouth with her own, her tongue barging in without waiting for an invitation.
 
Rosi kissed Cindy back with a patient urgency, if such a thing were possible.

She knew they loved her. It was ok that neither of them said it, because it meant something different for grown ups. But Rosi loved them both, and knew for sure that they loved her. One day they might even say it. But not yet. That was ok.

It was ok because they were loving her physically like she'd never dreamed could be possible. Did Sarah and Cindy know just how big a turn on it was to hear words like Sarah had just used? Did they know how much it inflated Rosi's self esteem to be considered worthy of their lust?

But right now she was busy kissing and having her legs felt up, and it was delightful.
 
Sarah wasn't in a good position to stimulate Rosi with her tongue. With the girl bound in the center of the picnic table, lying between her legs would have meant that Sarah's body hit the edge of the table at about mid-thigh. But there were other possibilities, including one or two that Sarah knew would be in Cindy's bag.

Cindy meanwhile was assaying a somewhat less acrobatic position that still required good flexibility as she mounted the tabletop, then mounted Rosi's face, her thighs open wide to avoid resting on Rosi's bound arms.

"Do you like this, kitten?" she asked. "Show me how much you like it."


It might have been fairer to their submissive if they'd just let her concentrate on what she was doing. As always, though, the girls worked in tandem almost instinctively, so that Cindy's body blocked Rosi's view of Sarah, giving Rosi no chance to worry that she had no experience with dildos until suddenly she did.
 
It was unlikely that Cindy saw Rosi's eyes snap wide open at the intrusion of something cool and hard between her legs.

She had just been about to sample Cindy's fragrant moistness and had her tongue extended almost to the soft folds she desired so much, but her body knew its own needs and did its best to impale her on whatever Sarah was using at the other end.

This was more new territory, and Rosi threw herself into it with enthusiasm but without creating more movement than they could all handle.

She wanted to become good at all three of them having fun together.
 
Cindy had both hands on Rosi's head, giving her a bit of support while also massaging her scalp.

On the other end of things, Sarah was wielding an implement that, while not the kind of impossibility sometimes seen, would have been a quite respectable length had it been an actual male's endowment.

It was already halfway in, though.
 
The tethers strictly limited how far she could move, but Rosi did her best to push deeper onto the intrusion, desperate to fuck, hard.

And while her bottom end was being satisfied thanks to to Sarah, Cindy was letting Rosi enjoy a rare feminine banquet which her tongue and lips explored, inhaling the unique scent, sampling the mix of flavour and texture and aroma, of softness and firm flesh, of protrusion and tunnel.
 
Sarah didn't bother with subtlety: She did her best to meet Rosi more than halfway, thrusting steadily and surely.

Meanwhile, Cindy's hands drew Rosi in as close as they could, encouraging her to plumb Cindy's depths.
 
Rosi quickly got into a satisfying rythm fucking whatever Sarah was using on her, and indulged herself to enjoy Cindy.

She licked and sucked and drew flesh between her lips, and pointing her tongue she probed and thrust and inserted, her face smeared with evidence of both girls enjoyment.

Another climax was building, but Rosi hoped to get Cindy off before she herself succumbed.
 
Cindy had no need to try to prolong things: Her slightly awkward position had already to that, to a degree.

It wasn't long before she leaned back, reaching with one hand to support herself as her orgassm shuddered through her body.

Sarah in the meantime had picked up Cindy's discarded vibrator and initiated a two-pronged assault on the helpless Rosi.
 
Spurred on by Cindy's orgasm and the extra whatever-it-was going on from Sarah, Rosi came once again in a delicious release, made all the better for knowing that she had pleased at least one of her girlfriends.

As she calmed down again, her body warm and satisfied, she felt as happy as she had ever been in her life.

Did any girl have such good friends as these?
 
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