Chapter 51

The next day was Sally’s first turn as the honored guest at the meals.  Her
turn was not nearly as traumatic as had been Nicole’s the day before, and
for that I was thankful.  I don’t think I could have taken many more days
like that one.  All that sex and violence…

Not surprisingly, we got a later start than usual that morning, and even for
us there was a bit more open affection shown.  More touching, more shy
smiles, more open, blatant groping.  Not by me, but OF me!  I would have
felt cheap and used if I didn’t enjoy it so much.

When the two girls came in, freshly scrubbed and lovely as ever my lovers
didn’t let up.  It seemed I had turned them loose and they were out to keep
me as aroused as possible as much of the time as possible.  Anything was
fair game, including using the nubile bodies of their daughters to tease and
taunt me.  It was a perverted variation of the “Look, but don’t touch”
policy that only my beloved Sally, with her wonderfully twisted mind, could
have thought up.

I swore I would make it up to her later…  When I was tired of all the
affection.  Maybe then.  Or not…

Their mischievous plan became evident when Nicole stood up from her place at
the table, moved behind Simone and folded back her vest on the left side,
fully baring her ripening teenage breast.  Her nipple wasn’t erect, but it
didn’t stay long in that relaxed state.  From her position behind Simone,
Nicole bent and whispered into her ear.  At first, Simone shook her head in
silent protest, but then, blushing deeply, the three of us watched in
fascination as her hand stole slowly upwards to cup and caress her own young
breast.  Her eyes tightly closed, she touched herself gently to arousal.
With the teen’s nipple fully engorged, Nicole then took a glass of ice water
from the table, and, with Sally, Janey and I watching intently, poured a
tiny dollop of water onto the upper slope of that youthful mound.  Simone
was not the only one around the table to gasp.

As if by design, that lucky drop rolled slowly down the now heaving flesh of
the gasping girl and, as had the one the day before, clung tantalizingly
trembling on the tip of the turgid nipple.

Sally, with a clearly defiant grin back at me, took Nicole up on her
unspoken dare.  She broke the rules exactly as Nicole had the day before,
leaning forward and seductively capturing the droplet on her own tongue, all
without touching the girl’s nipple.  She then transferred the savory nectar
to my mouth.  I kissed her deeply in return.

At the end of Sally’s kiss, when she was re-seated, Simone started to pull
her vest back in place covering up her chest.  I stopped her.  “No, leave
it.  I think I like it that way.”

She blushed even more furiously, but obediently left her breast bared to my
gaze.  As I had with the other three at the breakfast meal, I turned the
focus of my attentions to Sally.

As we melted comfortably into our time together, the others forgotten, I let
her know over our link how pleased I was with how well our ‘family’ was
coming together.  I let her know I knew it was her doing, that the easy way
we coexisted was due primarily to her skill at keeping the peace.  I didn’t
know you could blush over the link, but she did.  She was not used to such
honest praise.  I don’t recall what or where we went together after that,
but it was a joy just to be with her.  The other three women carefully
minded their own business, not wanting to repeat yesterday’s activities, and
all three were very prompt when it came for their turn for Head time.

Simone didn’t hesitate to participate when her turn at Head time came and
she even seemed to enjoy it, relish it.  I questioned her carefully
beforehand, making sure she knew she didn’t have to do it, but she just
pecked me on the cheek before engulfing the head of my cock as if to say
“Oh, Papa, I’m not a little girl anymore…”

God help me.

That night, Janey was sitting on my right, Nicole across from me and Simone
was seated on my left.  As she had with Simone, Nicole moved behind Janey
after we were all settled.  Whether it was planned or not, Janey had a short
T-shirt on.  Nicole reached down, grabbed the lower hem and slowly pulled
the abbreviated shirt up and then completely over Janey’s head.  The lovely
teen was naked from the waist up, her breasts clearly visible above the
table.  And she was grinning like the cat that had just caught the canary.
Yup, a smiling pussy.  You’ve got to love them…

There is something particularly fascinating to men about watching a female
disrobe or be disrobed, voluntarily or otherwise, and I am no exception.  My
breath caught in my throat as Janey’s charms were gradually bared to me,
and, even though I had seen her naked breasts before, I was struck once more
by the wonderment of their glorious beauty.  It wasn’t just Janey’s body
that did that to me, although hers is particularly spectacular.  It was that
simple sexy act of uncovering that made it special.  I felt Sally lean into
me at my side as she let me know it was OK to appreciate her daughter’s
beauty.  My hand was tangled in her hair and I had no doubt she was reading
my raw feelings over our link through that close physical connection.

Instead of water, tonight Nicole had a glass of red wine in her hand.
Deftly she poured a small dribble on Janey’s chest.  Sally moved forward
smoothly and caught the small amount of wine as it ran down and dripped off
Janey’s teat.  Sally seemed to take longer tonight to collect the wine, as
Nicole kept a steady rain of droplets falling from her nipple.  Janey was a
little short of breath by the time Sally finally transferred the wine to my
mouth.

It was an excellent vintage, even with the unusual decanting.

I expected Janey to put her shirt back on, but she didn’t.  In fact,
apparently I had opened the door for the two girls to openly exhibit their
lovely assets at the table during mealtimes.  It was really going to put a
crimp in eating in restaurants as a family…

During dinner Janey did an inordinate amount of reaching and stretching,
smooshing her breasts together with her upper arms when she laughed and,
believe it or not, giggling.  She also bounced up and down in her seat
excitedly at any little comment.  She must have practiced in a mirror all
afternoon!  Or maybe it was just natural.

For my part, I sat back and enjoyed the show.  Sally was peaceful by my
side, Nicole was confident in her role and Simone was egging Janey on to
more and more exhibitionism with her witty stories.  It was great.

That’s pretty much how our ‘family life’ went for the next week or so.
Perfectly normal, right?

Well, there was that one incident a couple of days later...

I was working in the garage, doing something manly.  Hell, who am I kidding?
  I was just trying to escape for a minute or two and catch my breath.
Those two women were trying to fuck me to death, I swear.  I figured
something greasy, dirty and oily with a lot of banging – tools – might keep
them at bay, so I was hiding in the garage, straightening my workbench or
something.  I heard footsteps coming, but I didn’t recognize the sounds
until...

“Master?”

I didn’t turn around immediately.  I wish later I had, but I really did have
my hands full of something.  “Yes, Nicole?”

“Uh, Master, I wanted to ask you if this would be appropriate for some of my
Slave clothing.  It was something I had from…, well, from before, but I
thought it might be OK.  Sally said to ask you first.  So, is this OK?”

I turned and looked at her.  And dropped the fucking tools I was carrying on
my foot, but I didn’t notice.  My total focus was on the vision standing
before me.  Like I said, I wish I had turned earlier.  I missed several
precious seconds of looking at her that I will always regret.  She was that
lovely.

Nicole was wearing, barely, a corset.  But not just any corset.  Black
patent leather, shiny, gleaming, it set off her coloring magnificently.  Her
waist must have been tightened down about two to three inches at least, but
it may have been an illusion.  It was tight anyway, and her tits were forced
up and over the demi-cups, visible and available, as if offered on a plate.

She had a small wispy pair of thong underwear, also black.  The body of the
corset did not cover her private areas at all.  She was wearing long
stockings that clung to her thighs and she was teetering on immensely high
heels.  It was hot, it was erotic, and I wanted her.  Bad.  Now.

“Turn.”

She pirouetted slowly, stopping when she faced me again.

“Face away from me.”

She complied.

“Oh, God!”  We stood in silence for a while.  I contemplated her ass.  The
black leather corset framed and set it off perfectly.  I felt myself want to
ravage her.

“Lose the panties.”

She yanked on them and they came away in her hand.  It didn’t strike me
until later how easily they had come off.  With my two women, I should have
known by now, but this whole thing had been planned.

“Can you bend over?”

“Yes, Master.”

“Come over here and lean on the tool bench.”

She started to come over to me.

“Wait.  First walk over to the far post.”  I held my breath as I watched her
move sensuously across the garage.  It was almost too much.

“Now come over here.”

Again she paraded over to me, the seductive smile on her face told me she
knew the effect she was having on me.

“Lean over the bench.”

She placed her hands on the bench and leaned into it.

Using my hands, I gently moved her feet backwards away from the bench, and
then spread her legs wider apart.  I took my time doing this and felt up and
down her nylon-clad legs several times, breathing in her sexual fragrances.
It was heady stuff.  With her feet so far back, her balance was precarious,
but I had no intention of letting her fall.

I stepped up behind her and unzipped my pants.  I thrust into her dripping
cunt in one easy motion and then stopped.  Supporting her with my cock, I
took hold of her hands and placed them over the cheeks of her ass.

“Spread them for me, Nicole.”

Resting her lovely head on the filthy workbench, she sighed deeply as she
complied.  Having lubed myself with her own juices, I pulled out of her and
began inserting my fat cock into her tight rear passage.

“Oh, Master!  Yes!  Take me.  Make me your slave.”

It was a long, slow and delicious ass fuck.  I held myself back until her
legs were shaking in exhaustion.  Then I pulled her back away from the
bench.

“Grab your ankles, Nicole”

She did, having little other choice.  The high heels, whether by accident or
intent (I now suspect the latter), placed her ass at just the right height
for me the plow solidly into her.  The added angle when she grabbed her
ankles increased the pressure she was feeling in her gut and she began
squealing with every thrust I made.

Firmly holding onto her flaring hips, I began pounding and pounding
relentlessly into her luscious ass.  Finally I spent and we stood there
huffing and puffing in the cool dusty air of the garage, now redolent with
the added fragrance of sex.  Reluctantly I pulled out of her and helped her
to stand up.  Embracing her, I held her tightly to me until our hearts had
returned to a normal rate.

“So.  Is it OK, Master?” she asked timidly.

I kissed her gently, feeling myself stir to life again.  “Yes.  It is ‘OK’.
But I should warn you.  I will take you like this every time you wear this
particular corset.  It… it is special, fantastic.  You are fantastic.”

She grinned impishly up at me.  “Oh, good.”

I looked at her questioningly.

“Sally’s bathing suit bottoms, the ones you love for her to wear, well, they
don’t fit me the same way.  You didn’t even notice I was wearing them,” she
answered innocently.  “We had to find something I could wear so you would
Greek me, too.  We know how much you like it that way.”

Then, with a light kiss on my cheek as if nothing special had happened, she
glided back out of the garage, leaving my raging pecker waving in the wind.

I had just been had.  Big time.