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Bedroom Eyes 30

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I said, “Good.” Stephanie was still breathing hard from my fingers in and then clasping her cunt. I hadn’t been trying to give her pleasure, but she was in a state where it would be impossible for her to take any contact as anything but sexual, and welcome. “There’s something else you need to learn.

“Yes, Master?”

Maires had shown me that Stephanie wanted to go much further and deeper into submission that Maires wanted, or I had expected from her. So it was my job to help her drop. “You’re not to call yourself Stephanie any more. Understand?”

She was puzzled. “Yes, Master?”

“I’m going to name you after your cunt. That’s the most interesting thing about you, little slave, so it can be the whole of your new identity.” I slipped a forefinger into that interesting organ and said, “Tighten. Hard as you can.”

“Yes, Master.”

She obeyed as best she could. I said, “Reasonable control. I’m sure we’ll teach you better in future. Nicely wet, as you’d expect from a worthless girl who needs whipping. But you’ll get the whipping you need often, won’t you?”

“Stephanie was pleased to be promised that. “Yes, Master.”

“Often. I promise you. Your vaginal muscles are strong, though your Master and Mistress, we’ll both train them. So … we’ll call you -“

From the wall Maires said, “Permission to speak, Master?”

“Denied, Maires. If I want to hear from you I’ll ask you to speak. If I have to tell you that again, you’ll find your arse matching this slave’s.” Maires closed her eyes. Then she nodded.

This was to happen without her input, as so much of what she’;d done with Stephanie had happened without mine. I turned my attention back to Stephanie, and smacked her cunt hard with the tip of the crop. She gasped, but did not speak.

“Yes. Your name is Scallop. You’re named after your cunt. From now on, with Maires or me, you will call yourself only Scallop. Not ‘Stephanie’, obviously, but no ‘I’ or ‘me’ or ‘mine’ either. In your mind you are Scallop, when you’re with either of us. You use that name and no other, and no pronouns. Understood?”

“Yes, Master. Scallop understands.”

I wanted to smile, hug her and tell her she was good, and beautiful, and loved. But I knew that would break a spell, and this spell shouldn’t break: not for Stephanie.

“Good. You can be Stephanie in company. But if I hear any name but Scallop from you when we’re together, you’ll find that Maires has quite a gentle touch with the riding crop, compared to your Master.”

Wide-eyed, Stephanie nodded. “Yes Master. I am Scallop.” Then she looked shocked and put her hands to her mouth, hoping to take those words back. “Scallop is sorry, Master. Scallop meant, Scallop knows her name. It’s a good name, if Scallop is allowed to say so.”

I took her nipple and pinched it until pain showed in her face. “Maires?”

“Yes, Master?”

“Give Scallop six of the best. With the cane, please.”

Maires came away from the wall and took the cane from its place on the bed. She looked at Stephanie. “Scallop, you know what to do.”

“Yes, Mistress.” Stephanie turned so her back was to me, and bent over, grabbing her ankles.

“Sorry, Scallop, that won’t do. From now on, when you bend over for punishment you touch your toes.”

Stephanie had to grunt and bend her knees very slightly to adopt the required position. I said, “You’ll practice every day till you can do that properly.”

“Yes, Master.”

“Maires.” Maires applied the cane hard, and drew a loud squealing cry from Stephanie with every stroke. When the punishment was delivered I said, “Scallop, that wasn’t a punishment, it was just a warning. You don’t have the right to use your old name, or pronouns with us. Don’t get that wrong again, or it’ll be me who deals with it.”

“No, Master.” A tear, shed during her caning, had reached her lip and she caught it with her tongue. “Thank you for my lesson, Master and Mistress.”

It was hard not saying she was a good girl. But I said, “Put the cane in the wardrobe, Scallop, and bring me the lube. I’m going to buttfuck your Mistress. Would you like to watch?”

For the first time since she’d crawled into the room she smiled. “Yes please, Master.”

Maires grinned. “You’d rather get buttfucked yourself, wouldn’t you, little Scallop?”

Stephanie had to think. This was a complicated sentence, with many chances to accidentally use a forbidden word. “Scallop would like Scallop’s Master’s cock, wherever he wants to put it. In Scallop. Up Scallop’s arse would be … Yes, please.”

I said, “From now on you only get pleasure when you’ve deserved it, Scallop. So you may have to wait.”

“Yes, Master. Scallop understands.”

“But Maires, hands and knees on the bed. Scallop, lube your Mistress. Thoroughly.”

So Maires took her place, aiming her ass at me, and made a sound that was almost like purring as Stephanie squeezed out lube and worked it inside her rectum, coating those muscles thoroughly, over and again.

“All right, Scallop. Step back a metre, and you’re not to touch yourself. In fact, hands on head.”

“Yes, Master.”

I crawled forward on the bed, cock pointing at Maires’s arse. I put my hand on her hip.

[To be continued]

 

Bedroom Eyes 28

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So I lay in bed. Just a few minutes ago that bed had had two women in it, then one. Now there were none. I liked it better before.

Maires, who I loved, had taken the riding crop to see Stephanie, who I also loved. Our dynamic was complicated because Stephanie had reacted submissively to Maires as well as to me, and Maires had discovered a dominant streak in herself. At least when it came to Stephanie.

Since I was nominally and perhaps really in charge, I’d granted Maires her wish to explore her new-found dominant side with Stephanie. I was ashamed of myself for it, but I was frightened that they might get on so well that I’d lose them both, and that would destroy all my happiness, possibly for years. But I knew that Stephanie really did love me, and so did Maires.

And both of them liked male energy and smell, and they enjoyed their interactions with cock too much to want to give it up. So I told myself. So I lay alone and tried to get to sleep. I was exhausted, having spent that night as a sexual provider for both of them.

But I heard a gasp from the kitchen. That was Stephanie. Then there was a low conversation, which ended with a slap. It might have been Stephanie’s face, or her bottom. Then I heard Maires. I couldn’t make out what she was saying, but she did a reasonable imitation of my command voice.

At the end of Maires’s order I heard a quiet sound from Stephanie. I knew she’d just said, “Yes Mistress.”

Then there was silence. I tried not to imagine what might be happening, and I was drifting to sleep when I heard Maires’s orgasm noise. The guttural, grunting, hard one. Stephanie had paid homage, lip and tongue and nose service, to her Mistress.

There was more silence, and then I heard a kitchen chair dragged across the floor. A sharp command from Maires, loud enough so I knew she’d said Stephanie hadn’t been trying hard enough, and to bend over the back of that chair. Now, slave!

Stephanie, and in a different way I, had to wait nearly ten minutes before the flogging started, the unmistakable sharp slap of a riding crop hitting flesh, over and over. Stephanie was using the shaft as well as the tag. Well, she’d always liked the sight of her own stripes.

Stephanie began to whimper, barely audibly from my room though it would be louder in the kitchen. After a time, with Maires still remorseless, the whimpers became cries and ultimately screams. Maires didn’t stop or even slightly vary the speed or force of the strokes. The flogging went on for what felt like an incredibly long time, though I knew it was only about six minutes.

When the strokes stopped coming, Stephanie for some reason only cried out and wailed louder. She ignored Maires’s command, “Silence!” There was another resounding slap, probably Maires’s hand across her cheek, and Stephanie stopped her noise, instantly. 

There was another murmured command, and as silence resumed I knew this time what was happening. And though I’d been exhausted, my cock was taking an interest and taking on blood. I seemed to be developing an erection again.

The silence continued until Maires came again. It wasn’t quite as loud as her first orgasm, but there was no question that she was enjoying herself. I heard Stephanie say something. It was the hesitant question of a submissive afraid she’d failed to please.

So Maires, I took it, gave her notes on how better to please her. After a few minutes the kitchen chair jerked again and then the flogging resumed, with Stephanie responding high and pained to each stroke. I would not have flogged Stephanie so hard. Maires was pitiless. I had a sense, though, that this was what Stephanie had wanted, and that Maires was right.

After a long time Maires stopped. Stephanie had wailed and screamed throughout her flogging, but after the last stroke she fell silent immediately without being told. After a few seconds I heard her say, loudly by her standards, “Thank you, Mistress.” 

Then more silence, followed at last by Maires’s third orgasm, sounding more wrenched from her than her first two.

I waited for Stephanie’s third flogging, but it didn’t come. Instead I heard rustling and kitchen drawers opened and shut. After a while I heard the slap of crop on flesh again. Incredibly, they were moving. The crop sounded every fifteen to twenty seconds. They passed my bedroom door and went on to the bathroom.

There I expect Maires allowed Stephanie to inspect the state of her bottom and thighs in the mirror. The shower ran, and afterwards I assume that Stephanie received an anointment of cold cream and perhaps even, finally, a loving word from Maires.

At last I heard a knock on the lower panels of my bedroom door.

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Maires had asked me if I were jealous of the bond that seemed to be developing between her and Stephanie. It was a question that needs thought, but it also needs an instant answer.

“No, of course not,” I said. “You’re both doing new things – you’re being dominant, and Stephanie’s getting turned on by another woman. I really don’t want to lose you, and I’d be devastated if I did, but I think you should both explore. That,” I grimaced, because I suspected I was lying, “Is the truth.”

Maires came closer, and looked into my eyes. She brushed the hair off my forehead, so we could each see ourselves reflected in the other’s eyes. “Master, I love you. And I’m in lust with you.” She put her hand on my cock, which was still wet with her, or with Stephanie. She smiled at me till I smiled back at her. “I know for a fact that Stephanie is too. In love with you and in lust. But we both want to explore. I feel that from her, and I know I feel the same.”

I said, “I know. And I’m not exactly jealous. Part of me fears that you’ll go off together and leave me behind. I hope that’s stupid: no, I’m sure it is. But I think that fear’s a very slightly different thing from jealousy. Or maybe it isn’t. Anyway, I love you, and I love Stephanie. I hate having to be brave, but I can do it. Explore, my love.”

Maires kissed me. “Master, Jaime, that’s not good enough. Please trust that I love you. I know that Stephanie does. I just want to do something naughty with her. I think it’ll make her closer to you, and I think you’ll like the result. But please, my love, do trust me. I’m not going to hurt you.”

I smacked her bottom, as a reminder and for the sensual pleasure of it.”This is wise. If I owned you but didn’t trust you, what would be the point? Anyway, Stephanie’s in the kitchen and I’m sure she won’t mind being interrupted. Maybe you could inspect the plates she’s washed. I bet they’re not perfect. Anyway, you can grab Stephanie in the kitchen, and I’m putting no restrictions on you.”

Maires kissed me again, then scrambled up. Standing, she said, “I know you’re being brave, but I promise you you don’t need to be. You don’t get to be my master, or Stephanie’s, unless we love you.”

I leaned back in the bed and smiled up at her. “Enjoy yourself, and make sure Stephanie does too.”

“Oh Master, I can promise you that too.” She turned, ready to go out the door. She wiggled, knowing that always cheered me up.

I threw a pillow at her. “You make a good hussy.”

“Thank you Jaime.” As she put her hand on the door handle she turned. “Master, would it be all right if I took the riding crop?”

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I lay flat on my back without much to do except support Stephanie’s weight and try to breathe discreetly while Maires came back, sat herself straddling my thighs, and spread aloe vera, blended with other potions and unguents, over Stephanie’s ass.

Stephanie sighed with pleasure, looking into my eyes. Then she gasped, because Maires had just done something excruciatingly good.

I smiled up at her. She smiled back, happy. Then she began to laugh: not a laugh because something was silly, just a laugh of happiness. I reached up and kissed her throat. 

Maires wasn’t having some girl laugh at her attempts, and a second later I heard the unmistakeable sound of her hand, impacting on an already-sensitive bottom. Stephanie stopped laughing, and squirmed, trying to get away. So I reached up and held her tight so there was no escape, and said, “Go on, Maires. Do your worst.”

Her bottom still ringing with Maires’s worst, or best, Stephanie lowered her head, eyes thoroughly amused, and kissed me. Then she settled again so Maires could finish her spanking – that took a little while – and go back to kneading her buttocks and thighs. Our breaths mingled. After a time Stephanie closed her eyes and began to move under Maires’s attentions. I held her tight, but affectionately, not wanting to prevent her from moving while Maires pleasured her.

Her thighs were silk, sometimes pressing on my cock, sometimes just softly touching. At last Stephanie made a face of anguish and groaned low and loud, her body moving in response to Maires’s stroking hands like a flopping fish. I think she’d forgotten I was there.

But I recognised her expression, and I knew that my discomfort with supporting all of Stephanie’s and most of Maires’s body was escalating into pain. There was only one person who wasn’t brave about pain: that was me. It was time to end this. 

I smiled reassuringly up at Stephanie, not that she could see me at that moment, and moved my hands under her to hold and cup her breasts. Surpised, she opened her eyes for less than a second and realised I was still there. Just then, only Maires’s hands mattered. She closed her eyes again. 

So I took her nipples, as Maires had not so long ago, and squeezed them hard between my thumbs and forefingers. She raised her head, possibly meaning to give me better access, possibly not thinking at all. I squeezed tighter, going from hard to cruel.

Stephanie yowled. I didn’t let go of her. Her orgasm came as a long moan, not as dramatic as her last, but – it seemed – more satisfied, more final. 

She fell forward onto me, arms round my head. She was likely to fall asleep. Maires’s face emerged, looking down Stephanie’s back at me. She looked about as triumphant as a human can. “Stephanie sandwich! We should have – you should have done this years ago.”

“I was probably trying to do the right thing, or some such. But yes, turns out you’re right. Just a moment.” I turned over, tipping Stephanie onto the bed, on her side. She half-woke and mumbled what was probably a complaint, but she curled up, her face and knees turned to me, fingers near her mouth. I looked at her in wonder, then grinned at Maires. 

“We can still be a Stephanie sandwich. Just a horizontal one, not a stack on top of me.”

“Oh! Poor Master! Has he been all weighed down by lustful women? But OK.” 

I raised myself to kiss Maires. We gazed into each others’ eyes, conspirators who’d somehow managed to pull of a cunning plan. But she looked serious for a moment.

“We’ll have a bit of a sleep. But you, Master, you’re not off the hook, you know. Two girls who need fucking.” I raised my eyebrows: what had we just been doing? She shook her head. “Cock, I mean. This is your down time, bozo. I mean, Master.” 

She lay on her side behind Stephanie, spooning her, and put her arm over her side, to cup her breast. 

 

 

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I kissed Stephanie’s bottom, blazing hot after a hand spanking and twelve strokes with my belt. Maires had been kneeling in front of Stephanie, to watch her face and give her reassurance while I was belting her.

She kissed Stephanie’s forehead, then her nose. Then, because this seemed to be well received, she kissed Stephanie’s mouth.

Stephanie took her hands off the floor, to hold Maires’s shoulders while the kiss held.

I let Stephanie down then, back across my knees, and stroked her cunt. She was a wet girl. The muscles of her buttocks tightened, and she sighed into Maires’s mouth. I smacked her bottom lightly, affectionately and then held her in the bowling ball grip, my thumb into her ass and two fingers in her cunt. Her eyes widened as she felt my thumb enter and she gurgled, still into Maire’s mouth. 

I pushed my fingers deeper into her, then added a third finger for bulk, and started to finger-fuck her, slowly and forcefully. She raised her head and stared into Maires’s eyes, then dropped her hands from Maires’s shoulder, back down to the carpet to support herself, her fingers straight and spread.

Her toes curled tight and she undulated on my lap in silence, not even remembering to breathe until she suddenly had to exhale and take in a new gulp of air. 

Maires slid her hands under Stephanie to cup her breasts, then pinch her nipples until Stephanie gasped. Stephanie closed her eyes then and her thighs spread a little, her hips moving faster on my lap. I sped up to match. 

Stephanie gasped again when Maires, who had a cruel streak, twisted her nipples, still pressing them tight. Her mouth opened, she cooed one long, “Ooooo.” We lasted another few seconds, my hand tired but still moving fast, and Stephanie suddenly froze, her whole body tense on my knee.

She made a little squeak, then raised her face and her feet and screamed, as if she was terrified. She came, her thighs closed again. 

She lowered her head and her feet returned to the floor. I said, “Good girl,” because I approve of pleasure. Then, “I think you’ve got more.” I ignored the cramping in my fingers and pumped her, hard and fast as I could manage. The next scream, about thirty seconds later, was louder. The third took a minute, and was quieter, on a wailing, falling note. 

I pulled her up then so she sat straddling me, and lowered her onto my cock. I had to hold myself back, because I hadn’t put on a condom and though I knew we were both STD-free I didn’t want to risk getting her pregnant. But we moved together blissfully, skin to skin, both agreeing that the other was a darling and a wonder. 

But after about two minutes I could feel my orgasm close and unavoidable. I bounced Stephanie off my cock, and she cried out, dismayed. Maires took my cock in my mouth, while I lent back taking Stephanie down on top of me to give Maires room. I lasted about ten seconds before coming. Maires’ took me all the way into her mouth, licking, suckling and swallowing. 

Stephanie straddled me, at my lower belly to give Maires room to work. She smiled down at me and put her hands down on the sheets on either side of my head. “You’re not done yet, my Sir. You have to fuck both of us properly, and you know it.”

“We’re not getting out of bed today, are we?”

Maires raised her head, kissing the tip of my cock. “I doubt it. We can get pizza later. If you haven’t fucked us both by then, I don’t like the pizza boy’s chances.”

 She crawled up beside Stephanie and me. “Actually, I reckon pizza boy is safe. I’ve known this bozo for years. He needs a little downtime, but he’ll be back in working order. But in the meantime … I have potions to rub into the amazing asses of superhot spanked girls. So they feel cooler. Would you like the Maires massage?” 

Stephanie, for no obvious reason, reached down to take my cock, wet, soft and still drooling come, into her hand. She squeezed me gently, then let me go. She looked down into my eyes. “Can you take my weight while Maires repairs my poor beaten bottom?”

“Sure, you’re a feather, you.” This was not true, but it’s the only thing to say.

Maires kissed Stephanie poor, beaten bottom, and my mouth. She winked at me, then got up and went to search in her bedside drawer.

 

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Wicked Wednesday: In the Realm of the Sensei 32

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Yua and Asuka turned to face each other. It was Asuka who put her arms round Yua, surprising Seamus, who’d expected Yua to be first to take advantage of their intimate position. 

He said, “Yua, put your thigh between Asuka’s; Asuka, let her. Good girls.” After a little graceful shuffling, the girls were pressed close, pussy to pussy, breasts pressing, holding each other tight.

Yua kissed her friend.  

Seamus waited for the first press of pussy against pussy, the first swing of hips. Asuka’s bottom arched back, in response to Yua’s slow thrust. Seamus swung the cane and stung his girl, just a little. When Asuka moved back at her friend, impelled a little by the new sting in her rear, and Yua retreated, he caned Yua, again lightly.

The girls fucked, standing, eyes wide, mouths open and exploring, with Seamus’s cane helping to choreograph and set the timing for them. They were beautiful together, and Seamus kept the pressure on till their bottoms were well, though lightly and pinkly, striped. 

Eventually, as he knew had to happen, Asuka lost concentration, at least concentration on matters like standing up, and she sank to her knees. Yua followed her down, pushing Asuka onto her back on the atami living room floor.

Yua knelt between Asuka’s thighs, her hands under Asuka’s buttocks, licking her intently while Asuka shook her head desperately, and muttered soft, high-pitched nonsense syllables.

Seamus gave Yua two harder strokes across her bottom, for reasons he could not have explained, but it helped increase Yua’s dedication to her task. Until Seamus knelt behind her, and entered her sweetly wet pussy. Yua raised her head for a second to squeal happily, and then returned to her task.

His hands gripping Yua’s hips with all his force, so he controlled her movements, he fucked the girl, slowly, savouring each movement. Seamus watched Asuka’s face as Yua industriously pleasured her.

He’d hoped to have eye contact with his love while he fucked her friend, but Asuka’s eyes were shut tight and she was lost, breathing in hard through her nose and mumbling sweetly with her out-breaths. Eventually Asuka reached up and put her hands on Yua’s shoulders, then reached under to hold her breasts. Yua yelped, happy, and Asuka squeezed, trying – not very successfully – to be cruel.  

But even the effort hit Yua, and in response she she thrust back at Seamus, needing all of his cock in her. Suddenly their fuck became hard and intense, and he had to hold Yua tight to keep her from bucking him out of her.

He smacked her with his hand and she growled, nose still deep pressed in Asuka’s cunt. Seamus wanted to slow down, prolong this, but Asuka suddenly opened her eyes and cried out. He hadn’t expected her to be the first to come, or to come so fast. She looked up and saw Seamus then, his face over Yua’s back, and smiled at him, still coming. 

Seamus didn’t smile. He was too focussed. Yua said, “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Sensei!” He felt the flutter of her cunt contracting and releasing on his cock, and he pumped her in earnest, without holding back. They came more or less together, or at least in overlapping waves. “Oh, fuck me. Fuck me,” Yua said, though it seemed to him that it was a little late to suggest that. She slowly fell forward till she lay on her stomach, face on Asuka’s midriff, Seamus still hard in her.

Asuka smiled up at both of them, obviously still a little dazed. She put one hand on Yua’s mouth, and the other on Seamus’s. He saw Yua bite his girl. He kissed the hand at his mouth.


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In the morning Seamus was awoken by Asuka’s mouth on his cock. He relaxed, letting his arousal build slowly, his cock slowly engorge while his girl pleasured him. And Yua came up, brushing his chest with her nipples. Then she kissed him, and Seamus brought his hand down on her neck, holding her to him while he thrust slowly, almost lazily, into Asuka’s mouth.

Yua kissed him again then raised her head and looked down at him. “Fix me?” Seamus frowned, not understanding her. Yua said, “Your cock is busy. But…” She kissed him again. Then she raised herself onto her knees, and planted her perfect little pussy onto his mouth, vertical lips to horizontal lips.

Seamus smiled, and Yua felt it, squirming wetly against him. So he reached up and held her butt still while he tongued her. Yua began to make a noise, low in her throat, two notes, over and over, “Ooo-ah-ooo-ah-ooo-ah…” It reminded him of a cat purring, and he reached his fingers between her buttocks and pressed one finger, then two, into her little asshole. Her song raised in pitch, and her pussy pressed down on his mouth, pushing into him, and moving faster. 

As Asuka sucked him harder, ruthlessly taking and tasting his cock, he felt himself needing her and he thrust up into her harder, no longer holding back, fucking the girl’s mouth and throat. He wasn’t concerned for her comfort. He knew that Asuka wasn’t. But Yua arched her back, knees on his shoulders, pussy on his face, and wailed, and he pressed his fingers further into her asss, until she stopped suddenly, her body utterly tense, and she cried out, something both happy and lost, joyous and forlorn.

That was too much for him. He hammered thrusts into Asuka’s mouth, for another intense and tumultuous minute until he came, copiously into her mouth. Asuka sounded like a girl whose pet has performed a very clever trick at last, and she sucked and swallowed him.

Eventually, as far as he knew, she had taken it all. Slowly they relaxed. Yua fell sideways off him, then returned to hug him, lying beside him, and Asuka kissed his cock goodbye, and came up to jin him, facing Yua from the other side. He kissed them, each in turn, and said, “Asuka, you haven’t come yet.”

“I’m very happy, sensei. I don’t care. I think I felt your orgasm. That was … like it was mine.”

Seamus considered that. “That’s a nice thing to say, little seidorel. But I should probably beat you for lying. You need to come now.”

Asuka tried to look unconcerned. “I just need your come. All the time.”

Seamus looked at Yua, clinging limpet like to his side. “We’re going to make her change her mind now. Aren’t we?”

Yua looked at him, then Asuka. Then she looked back at him. “Oh no, sensei. She’s a bad girl. No come for her.”

Seamus raised his brows. “This is the weirdest insurrection I’ve ever known. That I’ve ever heard of. But I think I can fix it.” He looked at the both of them, while they stared blankly back at him. “Fetch the cane …” He looked at Asuka, then Yua, trying to decide which girl needed subduing first. At last he said, “Yua.” 

 

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Seamus recognised the signs, the little gasps and the tightening of her stomach muscles that told him Asuka was close to coming. He had Yua’s hand, reaching between his thighs and stroking his bollocks, and he was in danger of coming before Asuka was ready.

He bit his own tongue, hard enough to hurt and delay his own orgasm for the few more seconds Asuka needed.

Asuka was usually a screamer when she came. This time she closed her eyes, raised her thighs to hold him, and made only a soft moan, then another, before her body relaxed under him as if she had fainted. He wondered if he’d failed her in some way, but Asuka eventually opened her eyes.

She reached up to stroke his face. “Oh, Seamus. Lovely. That was … ” Asuka didn’t produce a word, but clearly she was serenely happy, and so he was too. 

Yua crawled over his body, which was a notably enjoyable experience, for Seamus. She kissed him on the cheek, and then kissed Asuka’s mouth. She said, “I know where you went. It’s beautiful, isn’t it?”

Asuka smiled at her friend, but said nothing. Then she rolled over to cuddle Seamus. He’d done something splendid, it seemed. Anyway, she was happy and loving, and she seemed likely to fall asleep soon. So Seamus rolled onto his back, holding Asuka close, and then put his arm round Yua so she didn’t feel left out.

But Yua wasn’t tired yet. She kissed Seamus passionately, and kissed Asuka gently, not disturbing a girl on the verge of sleep. She slipped down his body, and licked his cock. Then she took it in her mouth, and moved along his mostly soft cock, tasting and cleaning Asuka’s and his sexual fluids. 

Seamus didn’t expect she’d have much luck getting him hard for another hour or so. They’d kept him busy, peniley speaking. But her soft, wet, lightly sucking after-care was still pleasant. He felt vaguely proud and happy that Yua liked his cock, and his come.

He hadn’t expected to feel fond of Yua. He’d been irritated with her from the first time she came up with a stupid excuse for not doing her homework, until … Well, he probably stopped being irritated with her when he had his cock in her ass. And when she’d licked his cock and made him hard again after their bath, he’d started to feel affection. He decided that he was a very simple system. He put his free hand on Yua’s head, to stroke her scalp and rub behind her ear while she served him.

She looked up at him, his soft cock still in her mouth, and smiled. He murmured, trying not to wake Asuka, “Good girl, Yua. But come up now.”

So she wriggled up his body until she faced Asuka, across his chest. She whispered, “Fuck me again soon?”

Seamus nodded. “I’m certain. But Asuka’s down, and I’m going to be asleep soon. So you may as well rest too.”

She said, “Tomorrow’s Saturday. We’re not getting out of bed, yes?”

“Not til Sunday lunchtime, I think, little one. Except for baths. And food. You can be the table, and Asuka and I will eat off you.”

Her eyes lit up. “Like nyotaimori? Oh, I’ve always wanted.”

“I guess you get your chance, if you’re good. But yes, we’ll stay home and fuck.”

Yua said, “Perfect. ”   

Seamus closed his eyes. Asuka’s soft and regular breath was affecting him. As he relaxed into sleep, he felt Yua take his cock in her hand, and then she cuddled against him too.

 

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This story is set in a small Japanese city in 1982. There are no cellphones, and no internet. There’s also no genital herpes (at least it hadn’t yet been heard of) and no AIDS. Some of the protection-less sex in this episode would be wildly irresponsible if it happened now, but at the time the main threat from unprotected intercourse was pregnancy. The contraceptive pill was used to prevent conception.

People about to have threesomes, now, are advised to be scrupulous with using and changing condoms, or else to find a time machine back to a period of lesser risk.

In the Realm of the Sensei 

“I want you to fuck me now, and Yua too. Both of us, together.” Asuka had said. Seamus had objected, he thought reasonably, that he didn’t have two cocks, and Asuka had laughed at him. 

She edged to be closer to Yua’s side, and put her leg over Yua’s, presenting him with two deliciously pretty pussies.

She said, “No, you can’t be in both of us at exactly the same time. But you can be fucking us both at once. Put your cock in Yua for long enough that she looks happy, and then you pull out and move your cock about … ” – she pretended to consider – “eleven inches to your left and put it in me and make me happy. Then Yua’s turn again. And so on. Do you think you can do that? Sensei?”

Yua nodded enthusiastically. That was all right with her. Seamus, a man with only one penis, but with the undivided attention and desire of two pretty girls, smiled. Happiness, he thought, not for the first time, is easy. He put his knees between Yua’s. She raised and parted her knees a little further, to welcome him. Then he felt his cock clamped in Asuka’s hand, and she pinched him painfully tight at the base. “Yikes. The fuck you do that for, girl?”

Asuka said, “I read it delays your orgasm. And you’re going to be in man-heaven. Double heaven. So you need to last.”

“Warned you. After this, Yua’s going to be able to film you getting the spanking of your life.”

Asuka grinned. That was hardly a threat. She said, “Hai, sensei,” with her best possible impersonation of meekness.

Then he felt Yua’s hand on his cock, soft, stroking. “I’d never hurt that lovely cock, sensei. So please fuck me now. In my cunt.”

Seamus leaned down, closing the distance between them, still with Yua’s hand light on his cock. She guided him to her pussy, and closed her eyes and sighed as he entered her slowly. He thought it odd that though he’d buggered her and she’d taken his cock in her mouth this was the first time he’d entered her pussy. Those events didn’t usually occur in that order.

She was a wet girl, and once he’d pressed forward all the way into her, their pelvic bones pressed together, she began to work his cock with a series of firm and rapid muscular constrictions.

Seamus kissed her, and she put her hands on his shoulders. She closed her eyes and squirmed while he pressed into her, then slowly withdrew and then claimed her again. She sighed and dug her nails into his skin. He smiled at her and smacked her face lightly. Then he held her face in his right hand. Her eyes opened. “I hurt you, Yua, whenever I like. And you do as you’re told. That’s the deal. You agree, Yua?”

“Hai, hai, hai, sensei …” Yua’s eyes closed again; he hadn’t stopped moving in her. It was too sweet, too warm, and wet and slippery and tight, and he couldn’t make himself stop if he wanted to.

“So you don’t scratch my back, Yua. You remember when I spanked you, with my hand, after I’d caned you?”

“Sensei.” She sounded reproachful. “You were so cruel.”

“And you came, little hypocrite. Anyway, if you scratch me, draw blood, you’ll get that again. But I won’t be letting you come, this time. So … don’t!”

“I don’t want to hurt you, sensei. But sometimes I don’t know what I’m doing. You’re good at making me know nothing. Teacher.” She let her head fall back, offered him her throat. Seamus kissed her neck, feeling an urge to bite, as she’d probably anticipated.  

Yua put her arms around his back, and raised her thighs, so her body was nearly folded in two. She put her feet on his buttocks. “Fuck me, sensei.”

The possibility of coming in her alarmed him, and he concentrated for a second or two on his sensations, thinking about them analytically and therefore more distantly, until he felt that orgasm back off.

Yua had eyes closed still, and her mouth open. She made little high-pitched sounds.

Seamus rocked slowly to a stop, and she opened her eyes, as he withdrew gently. She breathed, “Umai sensei.”

He smiled as a man will when a woman calls him wonderful, and said, “Good girl. Back soon.” He put his leg over Asuka’s and Yua’s, and then both knees between Asuka’s thighs. He took Asuka hard, in a single and sudden thrust, and watched her face, wide-eyed, while he fucked her fast and rough.

He took a handful of her hair and pulled, hard. She showed her teeth; she liked that. As he took her, fiercely remorseless, she said, “What you – What are you doing to me?”    

He didn’t answer, except to pull her hair harder, until pain showed in her eyes. She seemed utterly happy, though. So was he.

Then suddenly he smacked Asuka’s face, as he had Yua’s, and he withdrew suddenly, and climbed over and plunged into Yua.

Yua said, “It’s like both Asuka and you are fucking me.”He suspected that she’d prepared that. He plunged in her, pushing deep and hard, trying to hurt her, She said, when they’d moved together for a minute or so, “Yes-yes-hai, sensei, harder, sensei, fuck me.” That sounded less rehearsed. He kissed her.

He slowed down after a while, so they fucked sensually and affectionately. Perhaps lovingly, though that wasn’t a word he’d expected to apply to Yua. She rolled her eyes up and concentrated for several moment and then the contraction of her cunt resumed.

She was, perhaps, trying to show him she knew ways of serving that Asuka didn’t. He didn’t mind or care. Now he’d had the opportunity to make a direct comparison, he thought Yua’s pussy was perfect. So was Asuka’s. There were no comparisons to be made. It was true, and a safe thing to tell them when they asked, as he was sure they would.

Riding in the soft and perfect saddle of her spread inner thighs he pressed his cock deep so their pubic bones met again, and then simply applied constant pressure while he moved his hips, side to side, and higher, as far as possible while keeping his cock in place.  

Yua said, “Uh!” She was lost. Things were building inside her. He kept up the pressure while barely moving his cock, and she said, “Uh,” again, and then made a series of nasal noises, and then lifted her pelvis from the bed, taking him with her, and wailed. Seamus fought for control, and managed not to come. He pressed the flat of his hand to her face where he’d slapped her, but now it was a gentle touch, in blessing.

Yua turned onto her side to watch as he lay between Asuka’s thigh’s and she began to sigh and squeak as he slid into her, her wet, slippery self welcoming him. As he began to pump his loved girl he felt Yua’s hand on his ass, pressing into the skin just behind his bollocks.