Title: Ménage à Trois
Author: Amanda (ladymelian2000@aol.com)
Characters: Frodo/Sam/Gollum
Rating: NC17
Warning: If you find the idea of Gollum indulging in *explicit* sexual 
activity with Frodo and Sam squicky, then you may prefer to give this one 
a miss. 
Story notes: Frodo and Sam have become lovers since the breaking of the 
Fellowship. Unbeknown to them, Gollum has been watching them. 
Disclaimer:  The characters and locations featured in this fiction are the 
creation of J.R.R. Tolkien and are the property of his estate.  I make no 
money from this.
 
***
Hiding secretly behind his rock, Gollum looked on as Frodo and Sam 
frolicked in the pool together. He was literally drooling with excitement as 
he feasted his eyes on their naked bodies and not for the first time thanked 
the Precious that the two hobbits had become lovers. 

It was there now, in its usual place, the Precious. On a chain round the 
nice hobbit's neck, so near yet so far. Gollum's eyes gleamed as the 
Precious glinted in the pale sunlight. It always pleased him to be near the 
Precious, even if he couldn't touch it. 

But right now Gollum had other treasures to occupy his thoughts and the 
sight of Frodo and Sam washing each other - allowing their hands to touch 
the most intimate of places in the process - was enough to make him 
squirm with delight. 

Saliva dripped from his wide mouth as he watched the two hobbits touch 
each other. He loved to see them together, their bodies were so interesting. 
He adored the lean, slender grace and dark hair of the nice hobbit and 
although he didn't like the sandy-haired hobbit very much he was 
fascinated by his sturdy, muscular body and large hands. 

Memories from long, long ago stirred somewhere deep in Gollum's 
consciousness but he pushed them aside. Frodo and Sam were emerging 
from the water and they walked back to where they had left their clothes, 
hand in hand, their wet bodies beautifully displayed in the sunlight for 
Gollum's delight. 

Gollum, a past master at keeping himself hidden when the need arose, 
remained out of sight for a few minutes then sprang out from behind the 
rock. He immediately adopted a hunched, obsequious posture and 
crouched at Frodo's feet. 

"Nice master", he hissed, pawing at Frodo's feet. "Smeagol dry nice 
master". 

Gollum pulled a towel out of Frodo's pack and, stretching himself up to 
his full height, he began to rub the towel over Frodo's chest. 

" 'Ere, what do you think you're doing?" said Sam. His face was as black 
as thunder as he snatched the towel out of Gollum's hands. 

Gollum shrank back and cowered. 

"No need to be nasty to poor Smeagol", he whined, wringing his bony 
hands piteously. "Smeagol trying to be nice". 

He looked imploringly at Frodo.

"It's OK, Sam, he's not doing any harm", said Frodo. He took a deep 
breath as, not for the first time, he witnessed the enmity between his lover 
and the strange creature which had offered to guide them to Mordor. 

"I wouldn't be so sure of that", snapped Sam, looking at Gollum savagely. 

The three unlikely travelling companions presented a strange sight. 
Gollum shrank back against a rock, fearful of landing a blow from the 
nasty hobbit's fist, whilst Frodo and Sam, still naked after their bathing, 
faced each other tensely. 

Sam hated Gollum. He had taken a dislike to the creature from the very 
first moment he and Frodo had come into contact with him. He strongly 
suspected that Gollum had been watching them whilst they were bathing 
and it troubled him deeply to think that the intimate moments he and 
Frodo shared had been witnessed by this slimy creature. 

Frodo and Sam dressed in silence, watched by Gollum. He made no 
attempt to move as the two hobbits gathered up their possessions and it 
was not until they began to walk away from the spot that he sprang up to 
join them. He would never allow himself to be too far distanced from the 
Precious. 

Sam's anger faded as they made their way across the rocky landscape, 
although he kept an eye on Gollum as best as he could. They walked until 
darkness fell and then made their camp for the night under the shelter of 
some overhanging rocks. 

Gollum scampered off immediately and as soon as he was out of sight 
Frodo and Sam fell into a tight embrace. Their lips pressed together as the 
desire to taste each other got the better of them. Frodo moaned softly as 
Sam's tongue pushed its way between his silky lips. He sucked hungrily, 
opening himself to Sam's kiss just as Sam surrendered his own mouth to 
Frodo. 

The two of them sank to the ground and Sam slipped his hand inside 
Frodo's shirt. Frodo's breathing quickened noticeably as Sam's warm, 
gentle hand came into contact with his bare skin. 

Sam undid the top buttons of Frodo's shirt. He pulled the garment open 
and felt his own body tighten as Frodo's milky-white skin and taut brown 
nipples were exposed. Burning with desire, Sam teased each of Frodo's 
nipples with his soft, wet tongue, thrilling to the feel of the hardening buds 
as he licked. 

Frodo moaned Sam's name over and over again. He arched his body 
against the touch of Sam's gently exploring hands. Sam circled Frodo's 
wetted nipples with his forefingers, eliciting more gasps and moans of 
delight and igniting his own arousal to fever pitch. 

Sam undid the rest of Frodo's shirt buttons and pulled the unwanted 
garment off him, feasting his eyes on the slender muscle of Frodo's body 
as he did so. Maddened with desire, Sam threw off his own upper 
garments and then pressed his body against Frodo's. 

They wrapped themselves around each other as passion mounted to a 
white-hot frenzy of need. The denial of their feelings for each other for so 
long before they finally surrendered had filled them with raging fire. 

Sam's hot, wet mouth burned a trail of desire all over Frodo's upper body. 
He devoured every inch of Frodo's sensitised skin, causing huge shudders 
of intense pleasure to wrack Frodo's body. 

"Frodo ..... I love you so much ...." moaned Sam, his face reflecting the 
incredible joy which had flooded his heart. He rubbed his face against the 
warm skin of Frodo's stomach and then explored the dip of his navel with 
his tongue. 

"Sam ..... don't stop", breathed Frodo, arching his slender body against 
Sam's caresses. "It feels ..... incredible ....." His voice tailed away as he 
gasped again. 

Sam's hand lingered around the waistband of Frodo's breeches. Frodo 
grasped Sam's hand and guided it lower. Burning, dizzying heat ripped 
through Sam as his fingers found their way to the place they most loved to 
explore. Frodo pushed upwards against the touch of Sam's hand, the touch 
he had yearned for consciously in the recent past but subconsciously 
perhaps for far longer. 

Touching Frodo through the barrier of his clothing, Sam explored the 
length of Frodo's arousal with undisguised delight. Wrestling with the 
laces of his breeches, he undid them. Trembling with anticipation, he 
eased them slowly downwards over Frodo's slim hips. 

Sam was overwhelmed as he examined Frodo's beautifully naked - and 
very aroused - body. Frodo lay there, breathing heavily and unevenly, 
quivering with raging need. 

Frodo grasped at the laces of Sam's breeches and in a trice they were off. 
Now there was nothing to separate them. Heated skin burned against 
heated skin as they came together in an embrace which was so fierce that 
it almost made them lose consciousness. 

Sam stroked the length of Frodo's burning arousal, the tip of which was 
already leaking moisture. Frodo's entire body was gripped in blazing 
flames of delirium as Sam's caresses became harder and faster. Desperate 
to give the same pleasure to Sam, Frodo squeezed up and down Sam's 
engorged member, allowing his needful fingers to stroke the beautifully 
moistened and ultra-sensitive tip, just as Sam was doing to him. 

Sam threw himself on top of Frodo and Frodo wrapped himself around 
Sam hungrily. They lost all sense of time and place as instinct took over 
and their raging bodies meshed and pleasured each other. Their bodies 
fitted together beautifully and naturally; it was as if they had been destined 
for moments such as these for their entire lives. 

The final explosion came upon them all too quickly. Their hearts were 
beating so wildly that it took several long moments before they could 
speak. 

"Sam ..... that was incredible", said Frodo, pressing close to the other 
hobbit. "I can't believe it". 

A slow, satisfied smile spread over his flushed face as he spoke. 

Sam tried to form words which simply would not allow themselves to be 
spoken. To say that he was overwhelmed at that moment would have been 
an understatement of colossal proportions. 

"I ..... I .....", began Sam. He shook his head slowly, unable to find the 
words he needed to express himself.

*** 

Gollum, who, from his vantage point on the rocks above, had witnessed 
every caress and heard every sigh, watched, transfixed, as Sam and Frodo 
snuggled into each other's arms and then fell into a deep, contented sleep. 
This was definitely the most enjoyable and titillating lovemaking session 
he'd seen so far. 

"Nice pretty hobbitses", he purred to himself over and over again. He 
rocked back and forth on his haunches. "Smeagol like pretty hobbitses, 
especially when they touch each other".

***

Frodo and Sam awoke in the middle of the night. They loved waking up 
together, naked in each other's arms. 

"I love to see our bodies together, Sam", murmured Frodo contentedly. He 
pushed the blanket off them. It was not a particularly cold night but even if 
it had been he wouldn't have noticed. 

Frodo explored the tanned skin of Sam's neck and collar-bone with moist, 
parted lips. Need was already beginning to rise in him as he claimed Sam's 
mouth. Sam was lost to the feelings which blinded him; for many a long 
day he had yearned to have Frodo for his own and now that dream was 
realised all else ceased to matter. 

Frodo lay with his head in Sam's lap. Sam stroked Frodo's hair off his face 
and covered every inch of his face with passionate kisses. Frodo reached 
up and entwined his fingers in Sam's sandy curls just as Sam allowed his 
hand to find its way to Frodo's sensitive nipples. He squirmed as Sam 
started to stroke them. 

"Oooh, Sam, you know just how I like to be touched", he whispered, 
claiming Sam's mouth in a deeply passionate kiss. 

Sam was suddenly aware of Frodo's body becoming tense. Immediately 
alert, he looked up and the sight which greeted him caused his jaw to drop 
open. 

Gollum was crouching between Frodo's legs and was stroking the insides 
of his thighs with his long, bony fingers. 

Frodo lay there unmoving save for the tremors which wracked his body. 
Gollum, staring with undisguised delight at Frodo's reddened, enlarged 
member, continued to stroke the slender white thighs whilst muttering 
inaudibly to himself. 

Sam was in a state of apoplexy, barely able to contain his anger. 

"You ..... you ..... how dare you!" he began, almost choking on his words. 

Gollum looked up but continued to stroke Frodo's legs. 

"Get away from him!" spluttered Sam indignantly. 

He scrambled up and was about to attack Gollum but Frodo grabbed his 
hand. 

"Ssshhhhh, Sam, it's alright", said Frodo softly. "He's not doing any harm, 
leave him be". 

"Sméagol touch", purred Gollum, looking at Sam slyly. "Sméagol touch 
nice master". 

Sam stood transfixed as Gollum spread Frodo's legs further apart and 
gently pushed them upwards. Frodo tugged at Sam's hand, urging him to 
settle. 

"Come and hold me, Sam", he whispered. He flashed his wide eyes and 
beautiful smile at Sam. 

Sam sat down again and Frodo laid his head in his lap. Sam could hardly 
believe what was happening. Gollum was cupping Frodo's soft sac in his 
hands and was fondling it gently. A murmur of pleasure escaped from 
Frodo's lips and he twitched visibly, arching his body against Gollum's 
strange but irresistible touch. 

Gollum then began to stroke up and down the length of Frodo's hardened 
member. His thin finger moved with exquisite delicacy over the hot 
length; he was enjoying every moment of this intimate encounter. 

Frodo threw his arms above his head and writhed around in total 
surrender, abandoning himself to the strange creature who seemed to 
know exactly how to pleasure him. 

Sam swallowed heavily. In spite of his immense and complete love for 
Frodo he found himself mesmerised by Gollum's actions. Watching 
someone else touch Frodo the way Sam felt only he should touch him had 
never been part of Sam's plans but he found himself becoming aroused 
nonetheless. He wasn't sure who he hated the most at that moment - 
Gollum or himself. 

But Sam wanted to add to Frodo's pleasure. As Gollum continued to stroke 
and examine Frodo's enormous erection, Sam stroked Frodo's arms, 
shoulders and chest and then circled his nipples with gentle forefingers, 
eliciting intense gasps and moans of delight from Frodo. 

Sam continued to focus his attention on Frodo's taut nipples whilst Gollum 
rubbed his finger around the hypersensitive and deliciously moistened 
head of Frodo's member. Saliva dripped from his mouth as he petted his 
new Precious. Sam's own member was now fully engorged; his enjoyment 
of watching Frodo being sexually pleasured by Gollum was denied for no 
longer. 

Gollum took Frodo deeply into his mouth and sucked hard. Frodo was 
writhing and twisting; being touched and made love to by Sam had been 
wonderful but being pleasured by both Sam and Gollum at the same time 
was beyond description. He felt as though every nerve-ending in his body 
was going into overload. 

He came into Gollum's mouth and Gollum swallowed it. Frodo's body 
went limp and he was breathing heavily and smiling as he gazed up into 
Sam's eyes. 

"Sam", he said quietly. He held Sam's eyes with a steady gaze. Sam 
wondered what Frodo was thinking. 

But Sam was given no time to consider this for the next thing he was 
aware of was Gollum's hot mouth closing around his enlarged member. 
Gollum sucked hard on Sam, just as he had done with Frodo, and used his 
tongue so artfully that Sam cried out several times before he eventually 
came. 

"Nasty hobbit nice now", purred Gollum. He crouched on his haunches a 
few feet away from where Sam and Frodo were laying and watched them 
both carefully. 

Sam and Frodo recovered quickly. The intervention of Gollum into their 
sexual intimacies had brought a whole new dimension to their love-play. 

Gollum's pale eyes were quick to notice that Sam and Frodo were ready 
for more. Frodo sat astride Sam as they embraced and kissed; they were 
hot and hungry for more sexual pleasure. Sam held Frodo by his waist; he 
knew that Gollum was near but it no longer bothered him. 

Gollum was immediately beside them and Frodo trembled as Gollum 
stroked him up and down the length of his spine before allowing his hands 
to wander lower. 

Frodo laid himself down and Gollum, placing his large bony hands on 
Frodo's hips, rolled him gently on to his side. Gollum stroked and 
squeezed Frodo's curved bottom with both his hands, his pale eyes alight 
with anticipated sensual pleasure. 

Frodo gasped as Gollum's rough hands separated him. Gollum, watched 
by a mesmerised Sam, examined Frodo's opening. It was apparent to Sam 
- and to a squirming and aroused Frodo - thhat Gollum wanted to see every 
little bit of Frodo's body. 

Gollum dribbled saliva over one of his fingers. He was literally foaming at 
the mouth in his excitement as he circled his moistened finger slowly 
around Frodo's opening. Gollum was savouring every moment of this 
delicious pleasure; he hadn't enjoyed himself so much in centuries. 
Gollum's touching of him in such a sensitive and intimate place felt so 
incredible that Frodo could hardly bear it. 

Gollum's finger penetrated Frodo's opening, making him moan and writhe. 
Gollum's long finger found the spot he wanted and he rubbed it repeatedly 
just as Sam started to stroke Frodo's burning erection. The pleasure was so 
great that Frodo thought he would faint. Over and over again Gollum 
rubbed the sensitive spot inside him whilst Sam stroked his member. 

But Gollum also had other plans for the hobbits. Withdrawing his finger 
from Frodo's opening, he transferred his attention to Sam. He licked and 
sucked on Sam's burning member and dribbled copious amounts of saliva 
on it. 

It was obvious what Gollum wanted Sam and Frodo to do and they had no 
hesitation in doing it. Sitting astride Sam, with his back to him, Frodo 
trembled violently as he pressed backwards and felt Sam's member slide 
into him. He remained taut, with his eyes firmly closed for a few seconds 
but then relaxed as he gave himself up to the exquisite pleasure of feeling 
Sam burning erection inside him. 

Gollum watched, satisfied, as the hobbits' hot, engorged bodies became 
one. Then he crouched in front of them and gave his full attention to 
Frodo. He once again cupped Frodo's sac with one hand, whilst stroking 
his red-hot erection with the other. The double delight which this gave to 
Frodo was so intense that he felt he was going mad. 

Sandwiched between Sam and Gollum, this was the greatest physical 
pleasure Frodo had ever known. He moved his body slowly but 
rhythmically up and down on Sam's burning, rock-hard member whilst 
Gollum stroked him, licked him and sucked on him. 

Sam, thrilling to the delicious sensation of being swathed in Frodo's tight 
opening, watched with increasing pleasure as Gollum petted Frodo's most 
sensitive parts. The three of them moved as one now, each of them 
surrendering themselves to the exquisite sexual triangle which they had 
created and of which each of them was a part. 

Frodo and Sam both came together, and it was incredibly wild and intense. 
Sam shot his seed into Frodo's body and Gollum once again swallowed 
Frodo's. 

Gollum stayed close to Frodo and Sam as they recovered and they made 
no attempt to push him away. 

For the first time in centuries, Gollum was truly happy. 

"Mine", he purred, rubbing his hands together in glee. "My Precious". 
 
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