Catching Fire Pt. 12

Note on Part 12: The scene picks up immediately following Part 11, which I'd recommend reading for plot continuity. There's a bit more BDSM in this one, but Sarah's new so they keep it light, similar to Part 10 (and that's just my predilection anyway). I hope it tickles your fancy. Sorry for how lengthy it is - if I'd had more time, I'd have written something shorter.

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***Mid Summer***

Sarah listened with a terrible poker face as Erin and I explained the basics of our forays into bondage, domination, and other pleasures. By the end, her mouth hung slightly agape, and she had scooted slightly back so she could see both of us at once.

"I think that's about it," Erin said hesitantly, looking away from Sarah to fix my already-straight shirt collar, "I mean, obviously we didn't tell you everything, for lots of reasons, but it's enough to give you the idea. So... what do you think? Feel less embarrassed about your 'thing,' knowing a bit more about our thing?"

"Woah," Sarah said flatly.

"Okay," I replied, "Not the most encouraging response. We don't bite. Unless you ask us to." Erin swatted me.

"Shit!" Sarah blurted, lurching out of suspended animation, "Sorry! I - I know. Thanks. I do feel better. But it's just not something I would have thought - I mean, it's not what you'd expect, you know? Don't worry, I'm not going to tell anyone about you two. Or about the three of us at all. I can't imagine THAT going over well with anyone we know. It's just that I've known you both separately for a pretty long time and I'd never have thought either of you would be into something that... kinky."

"Most Likely To Succeed," I teased, "Imagine *my* surprise earlier today." Sarah winced and leaned forward to hide her face against me again, ears burning.

"Yeah. Yeah, okay, I deserved that," she mumbled.

"I still think you are, for what it's worth," I added, "Easiest vote I ever cast." Sarah squeezed my leg in silent thanks. Erin smoothly stood up from my lap and set her empty glass down.

"You know what I think would help?" she said, "Seeing us play a little. Unknowns are scary, so the fix is to know more. You come up to the guest room and watch for a bit; just like our first time together. If you like it, you can join in. If it's not for you, no pressure, just say so and we're more than happy to have fun like we did earlier today."

"Wait, seriously? Now?" Sarah asked.

"Well yeah! Luke, are you ready for round two?"

"I've *been* ready."

"Come up in forty minutes," Erin said, leaning down and planting one on my forehead, "And for the sake of our lovely guest, let's pretend I've been a good girl all day."

"Oh, so you want to change things up," I chuckled. Erin shrugged.

"Maybe I've been a teensy bit bratty," she clarified.

"Twenty minutes?" I prompted.

"No, I said forty," she objected, "It takes me ten just to get my damn dress off."

"I can help with that. We're starting now, by the way." I gestured for her to turn around, then stood up and shucked the dress off her, revealing a slinky white satin nightie. I stripped that to the floor as well, unveiling her gloriously athletic body. She cocked her hip and stared at me over her shoulder, totally assured in how she looked to me and Sarah. She was naked and barely came up to my chin, but she had taken command of the room. It was up to me to wrestle it back.

"Clothes stay here," I said, "When you go up, put on that lipstick I like, please. Thirty minutes."

"That's the most come-hither shade I own," she commented to Sarah, "Good thing it's both our favorite. He stole it from me when we first met, you know."

"And the lilac perfume," I continued.

"Don't worry. I know what makes you tick. And thick," she giggled as she patted me appreciatively.

"Go on," I said firmly, shooing Erin off with a light smack to her hip.

***

"So," I said, sitting back down on the couch with a fidgeting Sarah, "You okay?"

"Oh yeah, never better. Two people I've kinda known since we were all kids saw me in a sex shop a few weeks ago when I was getting ready for a goofy party with old friends, then later I had my first-ever threesome with them, then I lost my goddamn mind over CUM of all things, and now they just told me that they get off on the whips and chains stuff and want me to watch and maybe join in. I'm feeling super relaxed, Luke!"

"Right. I know it's different," I conceded, ignoring my ramped-up libido for the moment, "And maybe jarring since you weren't prepared for it at all. But remember how you keep asking yourself why that one thing felt so damn good earlier? I keep asking myself the same thing about me and this stuff. Answer is, I don't know. I just know that it does. And just like for you, it's only when things are right. Especially the people. I also want to make sure you know that I don't... I'm not... dammit, how do I say this? I don't like this kind of thing unless everyone's okay. Before, during, and after. Otherwise, I just fall apart." We were both silent for a bit, wondering what to feel, hoping the other heard us.

"You like to plan things out, right?" My sudden question seemed to catch her a little off guard in its blandness.

"Sure, why?"

"That's all this stuff really is. Erin and I know exactly what we're supposed to do and what will happen when we play these 'games' together. That's what they are to us: games. We set up rules and boundaries and explore together *inside* them. In our case, that usually means she pretends to be a 'naughty brat,' and then I, uh, 'discipline' her for it. She wants to be submissive, and wants to make sure I'm the right kind of dominant to earn it. We both like it when the other is creative in how we play those roles. Then she proves she'll be good and I prove that I'm happy with her. Most importantly, when we stop playing, we make sure that the other person feels appreciated and safe. That's it."

"But isn't Erin scared when she's all tied up and you're... hitting her, or whatever? I can't really believe that's something you would enjoy either, Luke."

"I would never, ever 'hit' her. Wow... no. Never. Just thinking about that... ugh, no. I only do things we're both okay with, and I'm very careful when we try anything new. Second, we both know for certain that neither of us likes it if anyone actually feels scared or helpless or hurt. Not even pretending to be, sometimes." I trailed off, looking into something that wasn't there at the moment. Sarah watched me, thankfully without saying anything, giving me time to shake myself out of it and continue.

"What's important for you to understand, and what I've told Erin, is that in my eyes she's the one who is actually in control. I might look like the lead partner, but it's her that picks the music and whether she wants to dance with me. I'm only the lead because she wants me to be. Because she trusts me. So whatever you see, it's something that's shared, never taken. I take that seriously, even though it's only... it's only for this summer. Yeah. I hope that makes sense, because I feel like I'm babbling now. Sorry. It seems like I do that a lot around you. Probably why we never really got to know each other that well. Back then. I mean high school. Really seems like we should have, and I hate that we didn't - God, I'm doing it again!"

Sarah thought about it for a long time, then nodded, looking at me from the corner of her eye.

"It's easy to see why she picked you for it," she said. To my surprise, that misted me up a little. I put my hand out, palm up. Sarah slowly took it, then squeezed with feeling. The ticking of the living room clock was loud, and I glanced up at it.

"Half an hour to kill," I said idly. Sarah said nothing, instead shifting to take Erin's old place in my lap, snuggling in tightly. I put my arms around her.

"God, you're so warm," she sighed, "Too bad this isn't Winter Break."

"You have no idea," I murmured into her hair, getting a small sound of curious interest from her.

"Not a bad idea," she said under her breath.

She was noticeably larger and heavier than Erin. Not unpleasantly - quite the opposite - just much closer to my old girlfriends than Erin; the little blonde was a real outlier from my usual preferences, physically speaking. My 'type' could look me in the eye, was shaped like an hourglass, had dark hair, and was reserved but affectionate. Like Sarah, essentially. I had never given more than an occasional second glance at women that were short, feisty, lean, relatively flat-chested, outgoing, or blonde. Curly hair annoyed me. I certainly didn't like girls that loved wearing pink. Or used too much powdered sugar on their pancakes. Or that wrote poetry but swatted me away when I tried to read over their shoulder. Erin made absolutely no sense. It was galling.

Sarah's softness against me hauled me out of my thoughts and back to the moment. When she worked her hand up to trace the contours of my face, I let her novel and beguiling scents envelop me again... laced with a hint of me and Erin now, too. An unexpectedly intoxicating spice. Leaning in, we let our lips get reacquainted for a while;

gentle,

slow,

and persuasive.

"How much time now?" she asked after a while. I glanced up.

"About twenty minutes."

"Be a shame to waste them..." she hinted, twiddling with a button on my shirt. I felt a lupine smile stalk across my face.

"Want to try a little game like Erin and I are going to play? It'll help you know what to expect." I felt her tense up against me.

"Might help. It's not gonna hurt, is it?"

"Not at all. It's just following directions from me. Simple things. But first," I said, becoming serious, "You need a safe word. Something that you use to make everything stop if you feel bad, need help, anything. It makes everything, and I mean absolutely everything stop."

"Okay," she said, giving an unsure little smile.

"Shh. Hey," I soothed, "Everything's okay. Nothing is going to happen without you being okay with it. Promise. This is to make sure you have fun. I don't think you'll even need to use it. It's just that sometimes, even if they're only watching on the sidelines, people might have strong feelings, and they need things to stop. That's okay. The second we hear you say that, Erin and I will drop everything and help you. We won't be mad or disappointed at all. I promise. Trust me and Erin, maybe push yourself a little if it feels good, and don't be afraid to make it all stop if that's what you need. We want you to feel safe and have fun. Just like us. I hope that helps."

"It does. So what's a good 'safe word?'"

"Something that you'd never usually say in the bedroom. And that you'll definitely remember. Like... what's your favorite bird?"

"Uh, flamingos?"

"That's perfect! 'Flamingo' it is." She giggled in response, and I felt some part of my mind take a strange turn. I was transfixed by her dusky skin, her playfully intelligent chocolate eyes, her sable hair with one or two early grays hidden just behind her ear. She was just so... healthy and vibrant and welcoming, like a perfect cup of tea that begged to be held in grateful hands and brought to appreciative lips. Why was my mind suddenly so noisy, yet focused?

"Hey, there you go," I said encouragingly and trying to recover myself, "Dumb-looking pink things make you happy."

"Not wrong," she grinned, deftly reaching down behind my belt and into my pants. It made me yelp, and it helped us share a close laugh and some heat by way of our mouths again.

"So," I asked when I could catch a breath, "Ready for a preview?"

"One way to find out."

I got the feeling she liked lightheartedness at first, so I spent the next few minutes asking her to do things like stand on one foot, twirl her skirt nice and high, and tell me a joke. Between the innocent things, I added a layer or two; undo this button or that; tell me what you like most about Erin's body; slide that off slowly...

Come here. Kneel. Show off for me.

Think about what you would like done to you tonight; for you tonight.

Be honest, are you thinking about blowing me? Yes, you have to be honest.

Good. I like that. It's okay if your hands wander.

Her obvious titillation at those commands made me shiver. Soon, she was in her underwear and laying down over my lap, bountiful ass hiked up over my thighs, casting happy and expectant sidelong glances.

"Ten minutes," I said evenly, running my work-callused hands along her skin from ankle to neck and back again. I paused to unhook her bra, letting the straps fall apart. I knew she could feel my erection pressing against her.

"Mmm," she murmured, "I'm remembering that back rub from before. If I had an 'aftercare' request, it would be that."

"I'll definitely keep that in mind. Let's get the rest of this off you." I rubbed the backs of her upper thighs and gave her a light smack to watch and gauge. She made a small noise of surprise, but wasn't displeased.

"Luke... we've only got ten minutes!" she said giddily, "You wouldn't want us to be late. Would you?"

"Guess you'd better hurry up, then," I said, drawing my finger along the edges of her lacy panties. She stood carefully up and discarded the last of her clothes, hands and arms strategically placed to hide her intimacies from me.

"Shy?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.

"I might not be if you were a little more 'au naturale,' too," she suggested, clearly wanting more than a show. I grinned and stood up, gesturing to Erin's dropped nightie.

"Game's still going. Put that on, please," I said, "Can't have you looking indecent, can we? If you hurry, you can have some of what you've been waiting for." She tried not to look at me as she quickly struggled into Erin's scrap of satin, straining the seams soulfully, sensuously, sinfully.

Oh, Lord, Sarah.

"I am falling out all over the place here!" she tsked, rearranging her tits in the modest cups and trying to tug the hem down over her hips and ass. It wasn't working, and with every motion more of her chest would spill out the top and sides, more of her butt would wobble out from the bottom, and more of her succulent, neatly-trimmed pussy would peek out from underneath.

"Perfect," I said, trying not to let an edge into my voice, undoing my belt and beckoning her over, "Over here, Sarah. Although... What do you think of 'Birdie'? It helps in these kinds of things, I think, to have something you like that isn't your name. You've heard Erin and I call each other things, I'm sure."

Jesus, Luke, pick your tongue up off the floor.

"Cute," she giggled, moving quickly to kneel in front of me, undressing me with singular focus, "Never had a nickname before. Still... as long as I get what I'm here for, you can call me whatever you want." She pulled my erect self out and licked the tip at first timidly, then ardently. She giggled to herself.

"Five minutes," I said tightly. She abandoned foreplay, clearly desperate for even a taste of her need. Her sweet, curvy body strained the undersized lingerie to its limit as she worked to please me in an amateurish, overly aggressive way. I felt a trickle of precum leak out, confirmed by her happy, muffled exclamation and her hand flying down to her pussy.

"I bet you can go deeper," I encouraged, "Just slow down so you don't hurt yourself. There you go... there you go... yeah, relax. Perfect. God, the way you moan on me. Oh... oh, fuck... damn, Sarah, that's good. Even slower, please." She began to put more art and patience into it, yet retained the throbbing undercurrent of near-insatiable hunger that marks a true cock addict. It was in the way her cheeks hollowed and tongue slithered. It was evident in the way she let our combined mess begin to slop down onto her cloth-stifled body, the way it glittered against her skin as it disappeared in the cleft of her bouncing, succulent cleavage. And it was obvious when she began to gather it back up to smear it over both my glossy rod and her beautiful face. But above everything, it was in the look in her eye as she did it all and wanted for nothing else but more of me.

She had found a ferociously lustful rhythm, one that would end us both very soon.

"Time's up," I said, furious with and proud of myself. I pulled her gently away by her hair to ensure she stopped when I said. She twitched, trying to catch her breath, cursing with frustration. It made her tits surge and swell in the nightie, and I leaned down to kiss her salty, slimy lips, hefting and pinching one outstanding breast after the other. I squatted down in front of her, never letting go of her hair in a petting way, maintaining the implication rather than the demonstration of overpowerment.

"You really do like doing that, don't you, Birdie?" I asked, low and slow. I reached behind her to give her round ass a confident grope.

She only stared at my dripping length, and I could feel her intense need sparking like a live wire.

"Feeling my tip swell on the back of your tongue and choke you a bit?" I continued, "Gripping my legs and clawing my abs while you try to fit more of me in you? My hands on your head, pulling you towards me while we make each other fight for air? Thinking about all that *cum* you're about to get?"

"I... I want... I want it right NOW, goddammit." She had gone from shy to searing in the time it took her to get the words out. She was coming along nicely. And quickly.

"Can you tell me more? It would make me so happy." I kissed her again while massaging her swollen, soaking clit. A delightful shudder went through her.

"I love sucking your big, hard, beautiful dick," she admitted with an unrehearsed need in her eye, "I want everything you've got. You make so much of it. If I'd have known back then... oh, God. What are we waiting for? We can be a little late, can't we? I can make us both so, so happy... Come on, Luke. Ram it into me. Empty those big fuckin' balls for me; choke me with all your hot... sticky... delicious cum... right... down... my... throat." She opened her mouth wide, letting saliva drip off the end of her long, pink tongue.

This Sarah was a new and wonderful animal for both of us. I smiled at her and put my thumb in her mouth. She was greedy with it, moving my hand over so she could have my index and middle finger, head bobbing back and forth along them. I pulled away before I lost control of which head was doing the thinking for me.

"Jesus Christ, Birdie - you could make me cum without so much as touching me, couldn't you? But save it for later. Right now, we've got a date with Erin."

"You utter bastard," Sarah panted, "What happens if I scream?"

"Don't worry. You're going to anyway. But right now, get on the couch. turn around. Put that incredible, hot chocolate ass out for me." She silently, hungrily glared her frustration at me as she complied, the nightie nowhere near able to cover anything below her waist. I put my clothes back together, drawing the zipper up and buckling my belt again. I could practically feel the air around her pressurize with unleashed and unmet lust.

"Perfect," I said, moving in to taste her clean skin and already sloppy pussy, drawing my tongue through her with no small amount of experience. She held her breath for a moment before shuddering and arching her back further.

"Fuck that's good," she moaned weakly, "Don't think I've had it from there before."

"There's advantages," I breathed, briefly dragging my tongue around the tight circle of her asshole, making her lurch and gasp before I went back to her pussy for a while longer, bringing one hand up to nudge her clit in time with my tongue. I played along each sharp-tasting fold like she was a violin, changing stroke and tempo whenever I heard her cries change pitch.

"Yes, Luke," she said haltingly, head resting against the top of the couch, free hand blindly gripping a cushion, "Lick... lick my pussy just like that! Oh fuck!"

"Be loud for me," I gasped, "Make sure Erin hears you!" I grabbed her ass hard and held her apart so I could consume her more fully.

"Oh my God, yes!" she shouted hoarsely as I gave her damned good reason to, bringing her over the top as many times as she could handle.

Afterwards, as she began to collapse away from me, I abruptly wiped my mouth on her heart-stopper hips and stood up, gripping her savage curves somewhat less than gently.

"Let's go," I said, panting heavily from the effort of reining both of us in, "Don't want to keep her waiting too long. We're late." She didn't protest and went as I directed her, if staggeringly. I had her go up the stairs first so I could enjoy every moment of watching her sway and jostle with each step, watching her knees shake from my earlier attentions, enjoying the lacquer of sex down her fulsome thighs. We got to the guest room and I wrapped an arm around her waspish waist from behind, feeling her press her whole body back against me for both desire and comfort.

My dick was throbbing hellishly from my self-denial of everything on offer.

I loved that sensation. I still do, but differently now. Without being able to articulate it then, I sought the feeling of my indefatigable, passionate vitality, raging desires, powerful soul and body all wanting to give in... yet completely under my control because of my iron will. These days, I understand better that the inner feeling and knowledge and strength are everything. The practice frees me from myself. It gives me the power to know and do what I truly want, in the moment and in my life. I lost it for a while. But it's something I love about 'me,' whatever that is, and I'm finally relearning how to use it as the grays come in.

"Knock for us, Sarah," I said quietly in her ear, my hands drifting up to cup and glide over her satin-constricted breasts. I felt her pulse pick up the pace as she rapped on the wood.

"I'm ready," Erin's confident voice came. I gradually squeezed our shared third in all the right places until her breath caught slightly, and she opened the door with a shaking hand.

***

Besides her refreshed yet subtle makeup, Erin looked as though she were having a relaxing evening with nothing planned. She sat on the little couch in her bathrobe, one leg propped on the opposite knee, her bare foot dangling and kicking idly. She had put some music on. A towel was on the seat next to her, folded over but obviously hiding a few things. I could smell the undercurrent of lilac perfume that couldn't quite hide how she'd jumped the gun much like me and Sarah. Outstanding.

"Hey!" she exclaimed, "You two finally made it. Oh Lord, Sarah, you are way too sexy for that thing I was wearing! Did Luke make you put that on?"

"Yeah," Sarah said, trying unsuccessfully to hide her profound curves, "You're right, I'm too fat for it."

"ExCUSE me?! That is NOT what I said," Erin laughed, "I wanna take it off you with my teeth!" I snapped my fingers to break Erin's command of the stage, and they both looked at me: Sarah startled and briefly unsure; Erin wicked, aggravated, and excited.

"Robe off," I directed calmly, "I'd like Sarah to keep wearing this for now. Right now she smells like both of you and it makes me feel... bitey. You can have it back later, Pet. If you can convince me, that is." Eyes burning and mouth moving into a practiced smirk, Erin undid her robe and tossed it away, revealing a new black lingerie set of sheer material, nipples bared through the cupless bra, vaginal discretion abandoned by crotchless panties. She turned slowly to showcase her body and her choices; her feminine power.

"Fantastic," I breathed in admiration. I felt Sarah's hips shift slightly in agreement.

"I know," Erin preened.

"Sarah," I said without taking my eyes off Erin, "Can you pick where you'd like to watch from? Couch, bed, chair, anything. We're going to get started in the middle of the room. If you want to be part of it, let me know you want to play, and we'll go from there." I gave her a farewell fondle and kiss before she quickly picked the bed, laying down on her front and propping herself up on folded arms.

"Wonderful, Birdie," I said, "Excellent choice... damn, you look amazing." Sarah smiled briefly, hips shifting unconsciously. Good. She wanted my approval. I saw her stare linger on the distinct bulge in my pants. She wanted other things, too. Erin saw the look, and immediately capitalized on it.

"Ooo, 'Birdie?' I like that," Erin said with a cat-like grin, "Very cute. Is it because she's got Great Tits, or because she Swallows? Or maybe it's because of how I fed her earlier, huh Baby Bird?" Sarah blushed furiously and found a pillow to bury her face in.

"Clever, but now you're definitely being bratty," I said evenly, "I thought you said you wanted to be a good girl tonight."

"Oh, I *always* wanna be a good girl for you, Luke," she said, "It's just that I can't help being bad."

"Show me what you want to play with," I instructed.

"Not telling. Guess," she demanded.

"I'm guessing you're very close to getting in trouble," I warned, coming over to rest my hand on the small of her back, "Last chance to remember I'm in charge." I heard a slight pause in Sarah's breathing off to the side. Erin looked up at my face, shivering for a moment before petting the short beard she'd asked me to grow.

"I know, I know," she sighed, "but you're just so *fun* when I'm a bad girl first. I start dripping when I see that look in your eyes. Hear that tone in your voice. Feel your big, strong, warm hands on me. Knowing that you're going to make me into a good girl and you won't let anything bad happen to me. It makes a girl ache. Right... here." She pressed forward, guiding my hand between her legs and curling her fingers over mine to make me grip her, forcing air sharply into her lungs. I rubbed her slowly, conveying my desire for her through my palm. I leaned in to talk into the small, intimate space behind her ear.

"I know, Gorgeous. Next time we can play a little more seriously. Promise. I want it, too."

"Alright," she huffed, "I'll try. I'm jealous you gave Sarah a head start on me, you know. I had to take care of myself while I listened to you two. You smell like her. I want to kiss that lovely smell right off you. Then cover it with mine."

"Why do you think I did it? Now show me what you picked," I said quietly, tucking her longest curls back, "I've already chosen what I'm going to play with." I saw the white flash of her teeth at that, and she jumped as I pinched her lower lips before sauntering over to the couch to begin the game.

Erin picked up the folded towel and came back to me, kneeling and holding it out and up like a serving tray. I flicked the top half back and surveyed the goods. I heard Sarah shift on the bed to get a better look. It was a simple set: some coils of soft rope, a blindfold, and the medium-sized red dildo with a suction cup base. Without Sarah seeing it, Erin looked up at me and mouthed 'four.' She flicked her eyebrows at me, and I got the message.

The hot little sneak.

"Just three tonight, Pet? I'm surprised."

"Yes Sir," she said meekly, "I didn't want to overwhelm our guest."

"I don't know about that. You were a little naughty to tease Sarah just now, so you're still going to get some discipline. But because it's her first time, you're going to show that it doesn't hurt."

"How do you want me to do that?" Erin asked, genuinely curious.

"You're going to use the rope on me before I use it on you." Her eyes immediately lit up and she danced around happily, a misbehaving angel in elaborate fabric.

"Really?" she squealed, "This is a reward, isn't it?! How did I earn it? Oh come on, tell me!"

"Me to know, you to wonder," I deflected, "Now get these clothes off me, you minx. Down to the skin." Erin's fingers flew along my buttons, buckles, and zippers, quickly stripping off the layers, flinging them over to the nervously laughing Sarah. Erin's mouth went to me immediately as soon as my final waistband went low enough, and I felt her small tongue bouncing and dragging along the underside of my cock as she pulled my boxer briefs down and away. Sadly, she stayed focused and stood quickly up. The tiny blonde fox pressed herself against me, drawing French-tip fingernails aggressively across my skin and feeling me all over. She impulsively bit the meat of my arm, and I grunted as she displaced her need through her teeth, leaving miniscule but precise, telling blood-bruise marks on my bicep. For the next week, I'd be hiding it in public and admiring it in private.

"Sorry," she hissed, pulling back to look at me, "Sorry. Got a little... excited, there."

"Don't be," I said, leaning in close and stalking around behind her, "I like you feral. It makes me feel the same way, and I know you love that." Kneeling down, I gave her a quick lesson in just how to leave a good bite mark, right on her ass. She screeched and rubbed at it tenderly. Sarah's mouth hung open. Time to move on before I gave in all the way. I picked up one of the hanks of soft nylon rope and shook it loose while I gave Erin an appreciative squeeze.

"Tell me what to do," she said excitedly.

"Oh sure, now you say that," I laughed.

"Last time for everything," she retorted, getting me to grunt again with a light tap to my undercarriage.

"Here," I said, moving around behind her and guiding her hands,"Get a few loops of rope about as long as your arm, hold them by the end. Let the rest just stay on the floor. When you swing, try to aim shoulder-to-hip so it doesn't hit my head or wrap around me. Go easy at first and then ramp up when I tell you. Be sure to follow through across your body. Just like tennis. Keep your other arm up and ready in case it comes back in your face. Be far enough away that only the last foot or so touches me. Got it?"

"Think so," she said excitedly.

"Just remember," I said, tugging sharply at one of her exposed nipples, "You're next." She clawed my chest again with her free hand as she went up on tip-toe to kiss me, tongue hot and questing, then gave me a solid grope as I pulled away. I walked over to the four-post bed that Sarah was watching intently from and placed my hands up high on the posts at the foot of the bed, daring her to watch.

"Backs of the hands can really hurt if they get hit," I explained, "Best to keep them out of the way. Ready when you are, Kitten."

"Just a moment," I heard Erin say, "I'm admiring the view; there's a nice strong back, cute butt, and some muscly legs on offer; and of course Sarah lookin' all girl-next-door cute on the other side of you. And she likes what she sees, doesn't she?" Sarah nodded slightly, raking me up and down with her stare. She seemed about to reach out to wrap a hand around me until I tsked at her.

"Look but don't touch unless you want to play too," I reminded, "Game's started." Sarah scrunched her nose in annoyance but followed the rules, drawing her hand back. She colored slightly, considering something, then slowly crawled forward until she was a fingernail from my cock before opening her mouth to lick the fraction of air between us, keeping her eyes on me as she did it. Definitely feeling adventurous, it seemed. Stretching her baby-bird wings. I watched her neck burn even hotter as she slid one hand under her body. I wondered if something like this had gone through her mind when she saw me in the sex shop with Erin. I felt goosebumps race up my arms to my neck. Oh yes. I bet it had.

I heard a swish of parting air, then a light impact across the middle of my back. It brought me around to the matter at hand.

"Good job, Sexy," I said without turning around, "Now try it backhand." Another slap from the coils of rope.

"Not bad," I said encouragingly, noting that Sarah scooted further backward when Erin swung again.

"Harder."

A sharper strike, a distinct snap in the air.

"Bit more."

I felt the next one quite well.

"That's about right," I said with a little strain.

"Good," Erin said, her breathing tellingly shallow, "That was pretty much what I've got in me."

"Keep it up." She followed my instructions well, and by the end I was squeezing my eyes tight and twitching as the strokes began to overlap with each hit, like electricity arcing and grounding across me.

It definitely hurt, but less than I expected. I had anticipated feeling tamed, possibly emasculated. Instead, I felt defiant, strong, and proud. That was a new thing. I'd have to think about that. I glanced at Sarah, who looked uncertain.

"That's enough," I said, "How do I look, Pet?"

"Red," Erin replied, coming closer to put her arms around me, "Stripey." She kissed the slight welts on my back before dragging her fingernails deeply along my abdominals and hip bones, then lower. She found my base and squeezed with her fingers on my testicles, making me growl and want more. I heard the ropes hit the floor as she reached around to play with me in both hands.

"And hard as rock all over," she breathed, slowly fondling, "Like always. Fuck!" She let go as I turned around to look down at her, and we smiled at each other when Sarah's breath came in sharply to see my back.

"So what do you think," I asked, "Ready for me to use the rope on you like that?" Erin bit her lip and seemed to get even small.

"I don't know," she said, fidgeting with my body, "Um... Maybe not? It seems a bit 'strong' for me after seeing you. Right now, that is."

"Of course," I said as I leaned in for a reassuring kiss, "Thanks for letting me know, Pet. Everything's alright."

"Thanks for asking, Mister. Are you sure you're okay?"

"Absolutely. Nothing a little revenge can't fix," I replied.

"Ooo," Erin shivered against me, "There's that look." I kissed her and squeezed her ass hard, reaching further down to feel her up.

I paused, statue-still. I leaned slowly back to stare into Erin's widening eyes. She was getting better at acting, the wench.

"Erin," I said flatly, hands moving deeper and probing further, "What's this?"

***

I already knew what it was, but we were putting on a show. Erin began to squirm slightly. Glancing over, I could see that we certainly had all of Sarah's attention.

"A - a surprise?" Erin said placatingly, trying ineffectually to pet me into belief, "I, um, I know you always like it when I wear one. You do like it, right?" She tried to get on her knees, mouth already opening in supplication, but I easily hauled her back to her feet to stand trial.

"So when I told you to show me all the toys you wanted to play with tonight, you were hiding this one from me?"

"I, well, maybe I took less time than I thought I would and got a little bored waiting for you two, so I decided to help myself a bit. I... I put it in and then I heard Sarah groaning and screaming downstairs, and, well, you know how I get... then when you knocked I didn't have time to, uh, deal with it."

"Seems like you've got nothing to say except excuses. Not good, Pet."

"I promise I was going to," she pleaded, "Come on, Sir... don't? Just this once?" Fuck, she was perfect.

"Bad girl," I sighed in excited disappointment. I shook my head and clamped both of her wrists in one hand before steering her toward the couch. I sat down and pulled her firmly across my knee. She started to quiver with eagerness. Sarah craned her neck to try and see what was happening.

"Sit here," I said to Sarah, patting the seat next to us on the small couch, back by Erin's feet. Unsure but curious, Sarah got up and walked over to us. I tried not to grin at how quickly and naturally she'd responded to the command. At the same time, Erin and I both stopped what we were playing at just to give her brain-melting curves our undivided attention.

"Holy shit," Erin swore.

"I know, right?" I muttered in awe. I shifted Erin in my lap to accommodate my iron-clad erection a little better. Sarah blushed as she sat down, nightie riding fully up her hips, then glanced down and exclaimed wordlessly to see the hefty plug in Erin's exposed ass, its fake jewel sparkling in the middle of her back door.

"Haven't, um, actually seen one used before," she explained timidly. If she had been wearing pearls, they would have been well-clutched. But her face told a different story. She wasn't repulsed, that's for sure.

Oh, this was just getting better and better.

"Tell me why you like wearing a big fat toy in that cute bubble butt, Kitten," I said, using one finger to move it in slow, exaggerated circles inside her. She gasped and looked over her shoulder at me, back muscles straining beautifully.

"Is this how you're punishing me for being a brat earlier?" she protested, "Confession time? In front of Sarah?"

"Mmhm. You might wish you'd taken the rope instead. Erin, you want me to keep going, right? It's okay to say no."

"I'm fucking *dripping,* you beautiful beast. Of course keep going!" I looked over at Sarah with a reassuring smile. She returned it, and I turned my attention back to Erin.

"Face down. Ass all the way up. Spread yourself wide. No secrets for you anymore, are there? You are in *trouble,* my dear." Whimpering, she slowly complied. I worked two fingers on my right hand into her pussy, getting her to gasp and groan. Once my hand was wet all the way to the palm, I pulled them out and stuffed the oozing digits in her mouth.

"Get to work, you nasty bitch," I commanded. She licked and sucked coyly, trying to show her consummate skill instead of debased compliance.

"You *know* what the fuck I meant," I admonished, reaching around to squeeze one tit sharply. Immediately her curls began to bounce up and down as she used only her throat, her formerly demure sounds replaced by backseat lewdness. When she got tired and began to slow down, I immediately forced deeper into her mouth, palpating the back of her tongue with one hand and savaging her pussy with the other. She gagged harder and harder, and my breath caught to feel and see her whole back and ass convulse, hear her violently cough a vile stickiness onto me. Removing my hand, I gripped her incredible hair between dripping fingers as she struggled to get her breath back.

"That's a start. Why do you think it's okay to wear a butt plug I bought for you and NOT tell me?"

"You know why," Erin coughed weakly, "It turns you into a total animal and you pound my pussy so fuckin' *hard* when you find out. You use the hell out of me and I LOVE it. I like how you tease me, thrust in and out just right to make it pop back and forth inside. Even if I could stop you, I wouldn't! Please fuck me now so I can show you!"

She knew just what to say. It was all I could do to keep up.

"I do it because you scream for me to do it," I said, giving her a solid spank, "But there's lots of other ways to make me fuck you like that. So tell me why you like this one thing so much. If I think you're telling the truth this time, I might be nice."

I began pulling the plug out of her, tugging gradually until the bulb began to emerge from her tight little ring, making her gasp and wriggle. I manhandled Erin around to give Sarah a better view of it, noting her rapt attention as I tugged it out. Erin pressed back with her hips, seeking its return. Sarah didn't have to move her nightie at all to start fingering herself, and I watched as she spread her legs and leaned back to watch us directly, exposing all of herself to me. I leaned down to spit liberally on Erin's asshole before I pressed the toy slowly back in.

"Fffffuck!" she moaned, "I love it! I love how sexy I feel with it in and I'm near you. Especially when you don't know. My favorite is when I make you explode down my throat before I tell you. Like when - AH! Stop distracting me, you MEAN man! - when I sucked your cock in the back of that movie theater, and you didn't know until we got back and then you made me do *so* many things to say sorry. I was thinking about that night while I was getting ready. I came just before you knocked!" Sarah convulsed next to us on the couch. Her lips parted and she stared me in the eye, then back to Erin's raised ass. Her hands moved faster as she watched me toy with Erin's body and listened to me drag the confession out of her.

"That was a long, fun night for both of us. You almost had to sleep standing up, my dear. What else? Come on, you naughty girl, I know you've got more to say about how you like it," I prompted, running my hands along her body, milking her exposed nipples harshly.

"Ah! Ow! Damn it... I... I like how it makes me feel like a total fucking OW! A slut, Sir! A nasty, dirty, filthy little SLUT that wants... It makes me think about..."

"I'm listening, Kitten. Tell me about what made you so horny you thought it was okay to lie to me." She twitched as I began roughly popping the plug in and out of her without any mercy. Her pussy was begging to be stuffed as well, but that was going to wait.

"Oh, FUCK. Yes! It makes me think about you bending me over and pushing that big - GodDAMN! - cock in my *slutty* little ass," she screamed, "It makes me want as much of you in me as I can take. Fuck!"

"Mmm, me too. Do you like it when we do that? I have a guess, since it was you that first asked for it. You were so cute in your skirt and nothing else."

"Yes," she admitted, squirming underneath the unstopping ministrations of my hands, "I always want you in my mouth and pussy, but once in a while... I first asked you because I... I wanted to know how you'd feel inside me, how you'd make me feel, how I'd make you feel. I knew I'd love how you'd do it, and I was *so* right!"

I offered my fingers to her mouth again, and that time she did all the hard work of making herself gag so beautifully. I took the slime from her mouth and lubed the plug with it once more before resuming the confession.

"Tell me more, Gorgeous. I want to know how you feel when you turn around and beg me to fuck you in that tight little hole. I love seeing you blush every time. I already know you like it more when I spank you first." I let my fingers roll along her clit like a swirling wind, and grinned as I heard her struggling to breathe and felt her wetness coat my leg.

I decided to be a bit more of a devil for her, and flicked the switch on the plug to make it vibrate. She screamed wordlessly into a pillow before she could answer.

"OH, GOD, I - I don't know what gets me in the mood for it. I just start thinking about how you always get so deep," she panted rapidly, "The way your balls slap my pussy. The way you turn me into a total fucking face-down whore for you! How you - UNH - bring me flowers the next day. You make me cum until I can't hold myself up and then you eat me out so I feel even dirtier, cum oozing out of my filthy, happy little butthole while you lick my slutty clit."

I said nothing, letting my fingers do the talking.

"Please Sir, isn't that enough? Haven't I told you enough of how much of a dirty little *slut* I am? Oh, fuck, don't stop!" she sobbed. In the background, Sarah couldn't stop moaning as she listened to Erin, watched her become a complete mess under my domination, her own fingers a blur on her clit.

"Haven't I, Sir?" Erin begged again, frantic for words or caresses; frantic for me.

"... Yes you have. Good girl," I finally praised, gently stroking her down below and getting her to quake, "Apology accepted. Confession's done. There, see? I don't have to spank you to discipline you. And I'm extremely proud of you for being honest. Now it's time for you to feel good. Does your clit feel nice when I do that? How about your ass, Cutie? I love hearing that buzzing inside you. Even better when I can feel it like *this* through your pussy." I slipped two fingers inside and rolled the toy indirectly.

"Yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir," she squealed as I rubbed her pearl while pulling and pushing on the plug, "Oh fuck, please - please let me cum now! Just like this!"

"Of course, Pet. You may cum on my lap," I said warmly, "I can't say no to you when you're like this."

"Yes please," Erin sobbed, "Thank you. Oh my God, right there. Don't stop, don't change anything! Fuck, YES, it feels so good! Fuck your horny little slut with those big strong hands!"

I kissed her shoulders and licked her neck before pumping the plug the way she liked, getting cries of pleasure out of her while I rubbed her clit unceasingly to a string of orgasms. Next to us, Sarah came just as loudly, dark eyes locked on us.

Erin humped, shuddered, and screamed as she finished each time, both hands shooting forward to grip the arm of the couch, svelte muscles tensing from fingers to toes. She leaned hard against me for so many reasons, grinding up and down between my hands. When I sensed her limit, I flicked the vibration off and gradually slowed down, eventually tracing lazy circles over and between her slick pussy lips and spasming hole. Her body gave out and she went limp onto me and the couch, quivering delightfully. Her weak, wordless, senseless sounds and ecstatic sobbing were always my favorite compliment.

***

I waited until she was able to push herself up into my arms. I hauled her upright against me so I could kiss and pet her.

"Good girl," I murmured, "Good girl. You did such a good job. Absolutely wonderful, Erin."

"Really?" she asked in a half-present voice.

"Mmhm. Since you're a good girl again, I think you can do a little errand for me with everything you've got on and in you. Go get two glasses of cold water and bring them back here. One's for Sarah. One's for you and I to share. Then get the toy box."

She slowly got up to obey, but then stopped, twisting in my lap to put her arms around my neck.

"You're sure I'm a good girl?" she asked, her begging voice at odds with her feverish, hazel-bronze bedroom eyes that speared straight into me.

"More than good, Kitten," I assured her, "And so very, very sexy and pretty. You were incredible. You should have seen Sarah watching you. You should have seen *yourself,* lovely lady. You were perfect."

"You're so sweet. But... was I too slutty?" she asked, looking away for a moment before looking back at me, "Loving it like I do? Saying all those things?"

"No. And you stop that. You're not a slut at all, Gorgeous," I said gently in an often-repeated refrain of reassurance, "Especially not to me. That's just play-talk we both do, you know that. Don't forget that we can change what we say whenever you like. Whoever put that idea about you in your head was wrong to do it and wrong about it. Don't change for anyone except yourself, and tell that other voice to be quiet. If you won't, I'll do it for you."

As I lavished more words on her, I held her gently, stroked her legs and hair, let her burrow in underneath my jaw to smell, kiss, lick, and nibble at my throat. I could feel her smile against me. Her hand found mine and held tight as we both hunted for a kiss. I brushed her small palm gently with my thumb and held it over my heart, then my cheek; one more way to tell her 'you're safe.' The closeness between us was glowing and intimate, and while I was aware of Sarah watching us from just an arm's reach away, the moment was for us. Eventually, Erin got unsteadily to her feet and tiptoed out the door with a final smirk over her shoulder.

I couldn't help but watch her secret jewelry glint at me as she tiptoed out the door and gave a final happy smirk over her shoulder. Once I heard her half-stumbling down the stairs, I sighed, leaning back against the couch and closing my eyes to enjoy the languid bliss that much more.

"That was *nothing* like what I expected," Sarah marveled quietly, "And not just everything that happened but... how you both were." She crossed her legs, depriving me of the full view but offering a vision of large, well-formed thighs.

"I would *never* have imagined Erin could be so... what, submissive? To anyone! And then YOU! Holy shit! How are you the same Luke?"

"Don't judge a story by its description or tags. Not everyone's good at writing those."

"Huh?"

"Nevermind. Don't judge a book by its cover, I guess?"

"Guess not, holy fuck."

"So... did you like it?" I asked, suddenly feeling a little nervous.

"I'm sorry, was I being too subtle about it?" For some reason her quip caught me just right and I had a good laugh about it. She watched me, a smile touching her eyes.

"You never did that much," she observed, "Laugh like that, I mean. You have a nice one, when you actually let it out. You should do that more. Adds a lot to an already handsome guy." I shrugged. I liked it when Erin called me 'Handsome' because I didn't really think I actually was. So I didn't know what to say to Sarah. My uncertainty and quickly-rising walls must have been showing because Sarah quickly continued.

"What I really didn't expect," she said, after a throat-clearing cough, "Was how you both were afterwards. She needed you. You were there. Seemed like the other way around, too."

"I'm really glad you saw that part. It's actually... the best," I said, glancing down and then back up at her, "The sex is incredible, obviously. But that's a feeling and a memory that fades pretty quickly. The part that feels good all the other days is the part afterwards. The closeness, the gentleness, the softness. That's half of the whole thing, you know?"

"Yeah," Erin said from the doorway, "I do." Surprised, I looked up and saw her framed in the light, and felt my breath catch. She had a glass of water in each hand and was staring at me in a way I wish to God I'd had the experience to understand at the time.

"I knew I should have asked for ice," I replied, "Better chance of hearing you." She smirked and walked in, handing a glass to Sarah before putting the other on the table next to our end of the couch, then climbing back into my lap. I patted her butt where the plug was hiding and grinned as she jumped and nibbled my ear in retaliation.

"I like how sweet you are with each other," Sarah said longingly, "I... I've always wanted something like that. Even if it is only for a summer. Not sure I've even really had that from boyfriends in more, uh, normal sex. Sorry. You know what I mean, I hope. That closeness afterwards?"

"Aw, Birdie," Erin said affectionately, holding her arms out, "You helped make it, so come get it!" Sarah jumped at the offer faster than I could blink, and was soon soaking up and sharing as much warmth with us as she could. That's all anyone really wants; to feel safe, accepted, appreciated. Loved, at its best.

"Does this mean you want to join in?" I asked Sarah after a while. She wriggled closer to us somehow and nodded without saying anything.

"Sorry," I said, twirling her hair, "You need to actually say it. Just one of those things."

"He's a pain sometimes," Erin sighed, "But I have to admit, he's got his priorities straight." Sarah glanced at Erin before taking a calming breath and looking me in the eye.

"Can I play, too?" she asked.

***

I started by having Sarah and Erin spank each other a bit. Sarah liked a very light touch, even from Erin, and I wasn't sure that would change any time soon. Erin, of course, laughed when Sarah's hardest slap was a comfortable pat compared to what she asked for from me. However, I did have the pleasure of watching Erin's curls bob up and down as she sucked my dick on all fours, her leash held in my hand and Sarah doing her best to redden Erin's cheeks. The muffled yelp Erin made on me when I had Sarah pull her butt plug out was exquisite. Sarah's expression was almost as good when I told her to put it back in and try again, but slower. Eventually, I took it to the bathroom to wash it and leave it on the counter, possibly for later.

After a few more games, Sarah and I sat on the couch with Erin laying across our laps, reveling in the contact of so much skin. I placed the end of the leash in Sarah's long, slender fingers.

"I don't know," Sarah stammered, looking at it like she was holding something dangerous.

"I get it, Sweetie; you're scared. But you've got my full permission. And I want you to. We want you to," Erin said, echoing me from a moment before.

"Trust us," I soothed, "Nobody will ever get hurt. It'll feel so good for all of us. You can do it." I kissed Sarah for good measure, my arm wrapping around her encouragingly. She snuggled against me, and I was filled again with sensations of soulful, spiced teas and ripe, sun-warm fruits.

"Okay," she said, gathering up her tiny, new bit of courage. Just then, I saw a small and undeniable spark take hold in her deep, brown eyes. All Erin and I had to do was breathe on it. Erin saw it too, and I felt the knowledge rip through her ready body.

"Again," Sarah said in a small, faint voice as she timidly tugged on Erin's leash. Erin looked eagerly to me for permission.

"Sir?" she asked submissively.

That little question was a dream come true. I savored the drumming of my heartbeat for a moment before nodding.

"Yes, Miss Birdie," Erin breathed, sliding slowly off our laps and climbing onto the small wooden stool set up in right in front of us. The red suction-base dildo she'd picked earlier was stuck to the seat, still slick from a few minutes before. She swung one leg over it, facing away.

"Good idea with this thing," she commented as she hovered over the cherry-red phallus, glancing at me through the large standing mirror in front of her, "It lets me see all the good things behind me."

"No moving down yet," I said, trying not to let my shark-tooth smile give me away.

"Oh?" Erin asked excitedly, still paused above the permanent erection and watching my eyes in the mirror. Why couldn't we stop looking at each other?

"Sarah," I said more casually than I felt, "Please go make sure her nipples are nice and stiff." Sarah got up, gloriously naked by then, and strolled over to where Erin waited. Sarah sucked and pinched Erin's nipples to wakefulness, though it was unnecessary by that point. As she obeyed, I went to the toy box and returned with two lengths of thin chain in hand. I stood facing Erin, watching Sarah gradually slow down once Erin's nipples looked ready to cut glass.

"Turn around, Sarah," I urged, trying not to lose it with the spectacle, "Stay on your knees. And hold your tits up nice and pretty."

"Can I kiss her first, Sir?" Erin purred, "I haven't gotten to in a while, and she's being so nice and cute with me."

"That's adorable. You may, Kitten. But while you do it, start working your way down that dildo. Sarah, give her some spit to help it in." Sarah was a little hesitant, unsure of how to do it, and I slapped her ass sharply to hurry her up. She yelped but didn't shy away.

"Come on, you," I said encouragingly, "Just get in there." Erin got off the stool briefly, letting Sarah lean in and gift a messy wad of saliva onto the toy, slicking it up and down with newfound confidence.

"That's good, Honey," Erin said eagerly, "Now bring those lips up here while I get mine down there." I watched as they made out while Erin got lower and lower, her sounds of pleasure stifled and echoed by Sarah's mouth and tongue. Once Erin was gyrating her hips on the cock and bringing Sarah's dark, stiff nipples into her mouth, I moved the standing mirror to the side so we could see everything in profile at a glance. Erin looked at me, exaggeratedly groping an increasingly lust-drunk Sarah.

"Oh I'm sorry," Erin teased, "Did you want her back?"

"You horrible thing," I chuckled, "Yes. Sarah: turn around, please. Like I said earlier." Sarah gave one last, sensuous kiss to Erin before turning around on her knees and slowly, hypnotically massaging her ample breasts.

"Ever used these?" I asked, holding up the nipple clamps on long chains I'd originally come over to use. Her eyelids fluttered and she shook her head.

"Oh, you're gonna love it," Erin gasped behind her, lithe body grinding up and down on the cream-coated rod, "Adjustable. Doesn't have to hurt, Baby. Try it. God, I feel fucking *amazing* right now!" I could have watched her from where I was or in the mirror all night, but I had plans.

"You can do it," I assured Sarah, "They'll only be as tight as they need to be to stay on. Let me know what you want. Hold those up, please." She complied, and I couldn't resist a little kiss and lick for them, a deft hand down to make sure she was as wet as I guessed she was. As I gently attached one chain to each side, I watched her face for any hint that it was too much. Instead, I found a spark in her eyes that made me adjust the clamps to be a tiny bit stronger. Her pupils dilated, and I gently massaged her clit as I watched her get more than used to it.

"That's it, Sarah," I murmured, "You're doing great." She nodded silently. I leaned forward and kissed her deeply for the thousandth time that night. Erin's cooing above was all the music I wanted.

"I like it," Sarah said throatily as she pulled back, "But you've been keeping this away from us too much," bringing a hand up to stroke my cock. Wider and wider wings, it seemed.

"Oh, I know," I growled back, "But you need to call me 'Sir.' Try again. Two chances left." She smiled nervously at that.

"I like it, Sir," she said quickly.

"Good girl! Now wait your turn. Erin, put these on." I handed the other ends of the two her, and when she was done Sarah and Erin were loosely connected left to left, right to right, both facing me, both ready. Erin was at Sarah's shoulder, and our friend reached an arm behind her to stroke her hair. Decisions, decisions.

"One more thing," I said, then slipped a blindfold over both of them, another way of feeling the thrill of control with the lightest of touches. They laughed a little at first, then quickly became creatures of sound, touch, and taste.

"No peeking," Sarah giggled, getting Erin to laugh, too.

While they were distracted, I turned my surprise on where it lay to one side, silent and observant. That was a gift for later.

"Don't worry," I said, "I'm putting one on, too." I was telling the truth, though I may have occasionally looked out when I liked.

"Open, both of you." Erin took it first, and I felt her hungry lips embrace the head, the pressure just enough to slip my foreskin back. I felt her jaw stretch wider when I pushed slowly forward, her tongue twisting under and around me to make room and to invite me further inside. Sarah's soft hand and wet mouth engulfed my balls, and Erin managed a stifled, pleased laugh as I sighed from the undreamt-of bliss and excess. She rocked slowly back and forth on the dildo, letting the motion help her service me.

"Please," Sarah moaned beneath us, "I want some, too, Luke. This is torture! You promised!"

"Try again, Pretty Bird. One more chance. Call me 'Sir,' understand? And you're going to ask me to fuck your throat." Erin sucked and spat loudly, letting the excess slide down me, coating my balls and audibly dripping on Sarah.

"Oh my God, that's'... I... please, Sir... can you... fuck my throat?"

"Since you asked so nicely, yes. Hold her head for me, Kitten. Keep her hair out of the way."

"Yes *Sir,*" she purred, coming off with with a plop and taking a moment to give Sarah a finger to suckle at. As she raised up to get a better position, both girls made lovely sounds when the chains connecting them encountered a hint of tension. They returned together, but I could tell that Erin wanted to make more use of that sensation soon.

"Open," I said to Sarah, "Stick your tongue out like you did for me in the kitchen. I'm going to feel for it There you go. Just like that. Try to relax. I won't hurt you. Tap my leg if it's too much, got it?" She assented rapidly, trying to get at me, pulled back by the nipple chains and the wickedly grinning Erin.

"That's the cum slut I've been wet and waiting for all night," Erin breathed, "Open wide, Sweetie. I wanna hear you nice and loud!"

Sarah's panting was incredible, but it was the rising moan she made when she tasted my dripping firmness that made Erin growl appreciatively.

"Fuck her, Sir," Erin urged, "Fuck that pretty mouth."

"Quiet, Pet," I breathed, pumping deep and slow, "She's the one talking now." Erin obeyed, thankfully. Sarah's initial, piteous whimpering had given way to the finest spit-clogged, cock-choked eagerness.

"That's it, Birdie," I whispered encouragingly, "Amazing. Keep going. You're so perfect. Erin, keep riding that dick, Gorgeous. Pull on her chains, too. Gently. Gently! There. Deep breath, Sarah, here we go." I slowly pushed as deep as I'd been in her throat that day and a little further, watching as her face turned red and Erin panted in her ear. I couldn't help but push my blindfold up. Her nose was a fingernail from my abdomen. An eye-blink moment of almost accidental contact.

A hand tapping my leg rapidly. I pulled out and Sarah's chest heaved as she fought for air.

"Fuck!" she wheezed, "Fuck, I came! Oh my God! Did I do it? Was that all the way?" Erin paused at that, her head tilting for my answer. If I didn't know better, I'd say she was holding her breath.

"No, Pretty Bird," I lied, "But you were so, so close! I'm proud of you!" They were both flushed and in desperate need, but for different reasons. I wasn't sure what would happen next.

"Can I have a turn, Sir?" Erin pleaded hungrily, angrily. Thank goodness.

"Of course, Kitten, what a nice way to ask," I said, impressed at how quickly she found me with her mouth. Erin shoved her hips down on the dildo and stayed there, immediately giving all her focus and determination to a slow, steady, two-sucks-forward-one-suck-back consumption of my thick shaft. She sounded like a woman possessed as she went, demonically slopping and half-retching.

"You sound fucking amazing, Erin," Sarah gasped, fondling herself, "I wish I could help."

"Play with her clit," I urged, seeing Sarah comply readily, "and don't stop." The angles were awkward, but I was the only one seeing them.

Tenderly, I took hold of Erin's head.

"For me, Kitten," I said quietly as I let her push herself onto me, "Relax and give me all that hot little throat." She reared back off me, catching her breath.

"Faster, Sarah," she gasped, "Much faster. I want to cum when I do this. And I *am* fucking doing it, Luke. I'm going to tongue your fucking balls when I do!" The last words came out in a snarl of challenge, and I loved that she used my name even when she wasn't supposed to.

When she went forward, I went forward. When she pulled back, I watched the slimy spit rain down on Sarah's succulent chest, her hands a blur on herself and Erin.

A long, roiling gag burbled up from Ern, and her hands flew up to grip my ass, holding me fiercely against her. Another late-night sound from deep in her mouth. A little further. Now or never. I pushed my hips forward. I felt her throat shift, her tongue wriggling in search of me. Then, suddenly, a heavy pause that stretched on.

I felt a pop, a strange shift in how things felt. Completion.

Even looking straight down at her, I could hardly believe it. Her nose was almost flat against me, her tongue was tickling the back of my base. I took the blindfold off her so she could see what she already knew. When she looked up, her bronze eyes were exuberant.

"You did it, Erin," I said admiringly as she pulled back and gasped for air.

"I did it!" she squealed, "I deepthroated you! Holy shit! Yes!" She dove back down, relaxing and pushing more readily past the little throat-pop, getting almost as deep as the first time. The second cockswallowing completed, she pulled back and grinned at me, pleased as could be with herself.

"I am *so* proud of you, Kitten!" I said over the increasingly unhinged Sarah, "So proud! Not many have ever done that to me, you fuckin' hellcat."

"Why thank you, Sir," she purred, "Any time." I brought her to me for an immolating kiss. Sweet, strong, salty, and forceful. Just how I wanted her.

We broke the kiss eventually because Sarah was falling to pieces. I replaced Erin's blindfold.

"Birdie," I ordered, "Stop fingering yourself. Both hands for our darling Erin, if you don't mind. She earned it."

"Please, Luke" she cried, "Please fuck her throat! I want that cum dripping down your balls and onto me! I want it! Please!"

"Aw. Too bad. Out of warnings, Birdie," I said far too evenly.

"What?" Sarah said faintly.

Erin gave a Cheshire grin, because she knew what was next. She leaned in to whisper in my ear like a rushing furnace.

"Get her, Luke," she murmured, "I don't care how you finish, but I'm swallowing you again right after. As much as I can this summer, in fact."

"Kitten," I growled, "We're going to have a lot of fun."

***

"Remember your safeword, Sarah?" I asked, half-teasingly, swirling the toy at her back door.

"Mmhm," she whined, hips alternately jumping and seeking. She was a little gun-shy after receiving admonishment over my knee. I'd given her several chances to say 'Sir' instead of my name, but she kept forgetting, so it was some light spanking, a rough 'massage' of her tits, and now this last reminder. Three screw-ups called for three disciplinary actions, even if they weren't particularly harsh.

"Need to use it?" I asked without a hint of teasing, "Need anything to change? It's okay if you do."

"No," she gasped, "Just... just do it before I lose my nerve?" I obliged, quickly pushing the well-lubricated, thumb-sized beginner plug in her. She gasped, then sighed.

"N-not so bad," she said hesitantly, "I'm okay, I think. Good, actually!"

"Perfect," I said, moving up and mouting her animalistically, "Don't forget about Erin." Erin's persistent groans were barred by her gag, encouraged by the vibrator Sarah jostled against her clit. Erin and Sarah were tied together, wrists to ankles with the rope that had been used on me earlier. Erin was face-up on the bed, while Sarah was on hands and knees above her, sumptuous ass raised up and pussy lips swollen and ready for me. Erin's hands stroked up and down my thighs, caressed my balls, ass, and abs.

"So. What do you call me when we play these games?" I asked casually.

"I call you Sir," Sarah said, a small squeak escaping her mouth as I patted her first-ever butt plug.

"Very good," I said in praise, "That's how you do it. And what do you want me to do now?"

"... Fuck me," she said quietly, barely audible over the buzzing of the vibrator and Erin's moaning. Erin reached and smacked Sarah's tit roughly, getting a sharp cry out of both of them, since the nipple chains were still connecting them.

"Until?"

"Until you cum inside me," she answered deliriously, shuddering the whole time, "I've never had that. Please. Give it to me. Make me cum with your cum!... Sir."

"Are you watching, Erin?" I asked, tip beginning to tease the eager Sarah, "Wishing you could reach up and play?" The only response was a long, savage, garbled wail. Sarah gave the same sound as I began to push slowly into her, rocking in and out unhurriedly. Sarah was wet and ready, and I was sunk in to my base before hardly any preamble.

"Oh fuck!" Sarah grated, "Big. Deep. Thick. Keep. Going. More!" She jumped when I tugged her little plug free and set it back in just as quckly.

"Keep that vibe on Erin, Pretty Bird," I managed around the wash of sensation, "She needs it bad." I smacked her pert, ample ass forcefully. It was hard not to.

"Yes, Sir," Sarah groaned, pressing the long wand to Erin and getting a choked howl for it. Sarah's ass bounced firmly and rippled sensuously with each slap of my hips; wavelike, entrancing, air-stealing. I smacked her flesh again for good measure and jostled her plug with my other hand.

"Oh my God, Erin," Sarah howled, "I get it. You're SO RIGHT. It's... it's moving with him... fuck me! Fuck me! Now!" I reached under us, easily finding her clit and strumming her like a well-tuned guitar. Sarah moaned her way through one orgasm, immediately pleading for another.

"You can say my name this time," I panted in her ear.

"Give it all to me, Luke!" she begged hoarsely, "Give me all that cum! Oh my God... pound me!"

Hour after hour of denial. Holding back through all of it.

Now, I begged of myself, now! Please!

Yes.

YES.

I surged inside of Sarah, hearing her jubilant, orgasmic screaming over my own cries and Erin's soothingly heavy breathing. I felt it start to slop out of Sarah as I kept thrusting back and forth, kept cumming, kept giving in to so much pent-up need, kept showing those two uniquely sexy women that I was worth whatever they chose to give.

I pulled out, giving Sarah's clit another ovation and her ass a final loud smack as she howled her need for the cum.

"Don't worry," I gasped to her, "Plenty to clean up once I untie you. In a minute. But first..."

I unbuckled Erin's gag and crouched down to kiss her sweetly rather than lustily. The backdrop of Sarah's wailing aftershocks was unreal perfection for it.

"C'mere, Handsome," Erin breathed, mouth opening wide and tongue lolling out, "You know what I want." I teased her for a moment with the cum-dripping tip before she glanced up at me in playful admonishment, nipping at me as she always did. Then I pushed slowly, gratefully, lovingly forward until I was completely within her.

***

"Sarah... what do you call sex between four people?" I asked quietly. I let the fingers of my left hand glide along her satisfying contours as she snuggled against me. The thrumming of the fan in the corner provided only slight relief from the nighttime heat. The bugs outside were quiet, but busy.

"A foursome, why?" Sarah mumbled, head resting on my chest and beginning to fall asleep.

"And what do you call sex between three people?" I continued.

"Fuckin' amazing," Erin purred, petting both of us affectionately from my right side.

"A threesome," Sarah sighed dutifully.

"Got it," I said, "So why does Erin call me Handsome?" There was a moment of deeply disappointed silence while they processed my comedic genius. They raised their heads up to stare at me, eyes narrowing.

"Hold him down," Erin snarled to the helplessly laughing Sarah. Our lovely third pounced on me, burying me in an avalanche of feminine wiles, kissing me between enraged giggles. I smugly accepted my fate as Erin walloped me with every pillow she could lay hands on.

***

***End Part 12***