Chapter 50

I looked up at the two women standing in my office.  They were close
together, holding hands, ready to take whatever I was going to decide.

"Come here."

As one, they came around my desk, separating at the last minute so that one
was kneeling on each side of me.  Gently, I reached down to each one and
assisted them to sit on my lap, one on each leg.  As they settled in,
somewhat gingerly and unsure of what to expect, I broke down and cried.

I cried for the pain the two girls had gone through.  I cried for the pain I
had made their mothers inflict on them.  My gentle lovers had been forced to
enforce my cruel discipline.  It had been the right thing to do, but it
still hurt.

As they felt the sorrow and remorse I was feeling, they, too, began to cry,
helping me to grieve.  We sat together, holding one another, supporting one
another, loving one another.  A fucking Kodak moment, if there ever was one.

Finally, our tears and sobs lessened and stopped.  Kleenex appeared and, to
a chorus of honking that would have made a flock of geese proud, we cleaned
ourselves up.  I sat, one hand cupping one tit of Sally, the other hand
cupping the tit of Nicole.  They were still a little nervous at my anger and
my unpredictability right at that moment, especially with all that had gone
on that day.  I toyed with their nipples, squeezing and fondling the pliant
globes until their breathing became more shallow and rapid.  Sally was
squirming on my thigh and Nicole rested her head on my shoulder.  Neither
had touched my hardness, waiting for my permission.  I decided not to give
it.

I urged them up and, rising, we went to our bedroom.  There, I stripped them
both and positioned them on the bed in an obvious manner.  Then, I went over
to the chair, pulled it up to the side of the bed and sat in it.  Sally and
Nicole lay there like frozen slabs of beef, neither moving.

"Master?"

"What!"  I was not in the mood to tolerate any nonsense from them and the
tone of my voice said as much.

"What do you want us to do?"

"What does it look like?  You're face is in Nicole's cunt, her face is in
yours.  You figure it out."

"But."

"Have you ever done it with a woman before?"  I knew she had.  I had
pictures.

Sally nodded.

"Nicole?"  I wasn't sure about her, but Europeans are much more liberal, in
general about the homosexual thing.

She nodded, as well.

"And?"

"We've never done each other, Master."

"You don't want to?"

"No.  Yes.  OH!"  Sally was frustrated and frightened.  "Master, are you
angry with us?"

I thought for a while about that one.  No, I wasn't angry with them.  I was
disappointed in myself.  But I was not angry with them.

"No."

"Thank you, Master."

With that, both dove into the juicy morsels staring them in the face.  Soon,
they were writhing and moaning, totally ignoring my presence, yet still
giving me a show that most men would only be able to fantasize about.  It
was an honest show, too, as I could tell from the building orgasms I could
sense over the link.

So engrossed was I in the show that I didn't realize that there were
suddenly two more lithe bodies sitting with me, again one on each knee.
Both the girls were totally nude and, as I began to protest, I felt two tiny
hands pull open my robe and grasp my throbbing cock in unison.  The other
two hands each held a finger to my lips, silencing me.

"Please, Sensei.  Let us help you," came the soft voice whispered into my
ear.

So I sat there in that over-stuffed chair, watching two beautiful women make
Sapphic love to each other while two naked teenagers softly and expertly
stoked my rampant rod, teasing me to a hardness and desire I didn't know I
could achieve.  Slowly their hands moved up and down, in unison, each stroke
causing their firm young tits to press into my arms.  I vaguely wondered
where they had gotten the experience to do this so well, but quickly
realized that I didn't want to know.

I kept a firm grip on the arms of the chair, although I didn't feel nearly
as tempted to fuck them now as I had earlier in the day.  Somehow, this was
different.  As my stiffness thickened and my heart rate increased, Janey
bent her head and put her mouth over the tip of my cock.  Like the frog that
got a kiss from the fairy-tale princess, it magically turned into a
fountain, showering the inside of her mouth with cream.  I watched in a
dream as Simone tapped her 'sister' on the shoulder and replaced Janey's
mouth with her own, catching my spunk as it shot out of me.  My own fountain
of youth, so to speak.

The two on the bed kept on with their activities, apparently insatiable now
that they had started on each other.  I had to admit they looked good
together, particularly like this.  It calmed me to watch their erotic show
in a perverse way.  There was no jealousy, no insecurity in their actions.
They truly loved each other it seemed and enjoyed showing each other exactly
how much.

The two girls sat with me a while longer, lightly touching me.  I was
surprised at Simone's boldness and participation in what they had done, but
it didn't surprise me when they leaned over the top of me and kissed each
other.  Watching their mothers make love was an erotic stimulus that these
two couldn't resist.  Shortly thereafter, I felt them give me kisses
goodnight on the top of my head, then slip off to their own room.  I didn't
think there would be much actual sleeping that night in either room

When I woke with a start, I was still sitting in the chair.  Sally and
Nicole were wrapped in a tight embrace, spoon fashion now, but sound asleep.
Nicole was in front, and I carefully slipped in behind Sally, slipping my
revived member easily between her thighs as I snuggled up tight against her
butt.  There was more than enough lubrication.

"Oh, Master.  Please, not there.  It is too sore," came a mumbled
half-asleep protest.

I guess I had poked into Nicole's sore bottom on the other side.  I shifted
my aim slightly and felt the familiar tightness of Sally's cunt grip my
shaft.  Her low moan of sexual gratification thrilled me to my core.  I
placed my arm over hers, flexed once or twice and went back to sleep.

It had been a hell of a day.