Bedroom Eyes 20

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.

 

Note

This is the first time in years that one of my posts hasn’t been listed with Marie Rebelle’s Wicked Wednesday. But like all good things, that wonderful forum has come to its end. 

Any suggestions re memes I can latch it to will be gratefully received.

Bedroom Eyes 9

Maires lay on her back looking up at Stephanie, who straddled her waist. “Stephanie, my sweetlove, move up a bit so Maires can get at your cunt. With her face. Get your ass nice and comfortable.”

Stephanie considered that. It was a good order, as orders go.  She said, for the first time, “Yes, sir.”

She was trying it out, to see how it felt to say it. But hearing from her it was powerful magic.

Sincere or not, I felt that “sir” right through my body. I took her hand and put it on my cock.

She squeezed. “Oh! It’s not quite dead!”

“You have some control on what it does. Say, ‘sir’ again.”

Stephanie looked at me, eyes unnaturally wide, then dropped her gaze submissively. She breathed, “Oh, yes, sir.”

I knew she was taking the piss, but that didn’t seem to matter. She tightened her grip on my cock, which answered her. “Oh my god, it’s not dead at all. Just like ET! Sir. Hmm. Sir!”

I kissed her. “You can play all the games you like. But the truth is, you already half mean it, Stephanie.”

She looked away for a second. “You might be right. Sir.” 

I tried hard not to look smug. Really I did. “Now, I gave you an order. It’s an order that gets your cunt licked. So…”

“Yes! Sir!”

She scrambled forward, still straddling Maires, and moved up a little so her cunt approached the waiting Maires’s face, then lowered her body slowly until a little gasp told me she’d made contact with Maires’s tongue. I imagined Maires smiling, buried as she was in beautiful woman, tongue working hard to pleasure her new sister.

Stephanie trembled slightly as Maires licked up at her cunt. This was completely new for her, and it was clearly wonderful.

Her ass was sweetly poised, in one of the classic spank-me positions. It trembled a little, too. 

That ass seemed intensely inviting to me, even if Stephanie had probably forgotten, for the moment, that I existed.

But there was her gorgeous arse, jiggling up and down in response to Maire’s tongue. There were no more wordgames, now: I was simply hard.

Yes, I decided, this was a very good time to introduce something else new. New for Stephanie, at least. I rolled off the bed onto the floor, and took the belt from my jeans.

 

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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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Yua, despatched to fetch the cane, got out of bed with every appearance of sulkiness. Seamus doubted it was real; Yua was a play-acting girl. So was Asuka, he reflected, when she was under Yua’s influence. Asuka was by nature a good girl, who liked to please her master. Yua was a girl who liked to be tamed, over and over, into pleasing her master. Thenˆshe liked pleasing her master. 

Yua wiggled her ass rebelliously and enticingly as her feet hit the floor and she crossed to the wardrobe. She said, “I let you lick my pussy, sensei. Isn’t that worth something?”

It crossed Seamus’s mind to point out that she was in no position to grant, or withhold, her pussy, at least in relation to him. But he knew that she knew that. When she thought a caning was coming, she tended to misbehave in ways calculated to make it longer and harder. She’d only start to show remorse when she suspected that it was coming to a point where it wouldn’t be fun. 

Not so long ago he’d given her two dozen hard strokes, and she’d taken them mostly dry of eye and wet of pussy. He knew he didn’t really have the heart to prolong or intensify a punishment enough to cause her genuine anguish. Well, he probably didn’t. He’d have to wait and see, and so would she. 

Yua turned from the wardrobe, holding that crook-handled length of flexible rattan. She said, “Cruel sensei. How do you want me?”

Seamus said, “Just stand, feet wide apart, facing away from me, beside the bed.” 

Yua frowned. That was curious, but not scary. She obeyed. “Do I put my hands on my hand, sensei?” 

“Of course.” Seamus reached over now, to give the fascinated Asuka a ringing smack on her ass. He said, “Asuka, get out of bed now, and join your naughty friend. Same pose, except that you’re facing me.”

Asuka scrambled up and stood in front of Yua. “Hai, sensei!” She backed closer. “Bottoms touching, sensei?”

“Yes, little one. Like sexy bookends.” 

“Hai, sensei.” Asuka made a pelvic thrust, to bounce Yua’s bottom with her own. Then they stood together, back to back, their asses and shoulders pressing against the other.

Seamus decided this was the prettiest and sexiest sight he had ever seen, and he took several pictures with his camera. Then he put the camera down, kissed each girl in turn, and then slipped the cane between their thighs. He lifted the ends of the cane, turning it, and it pressed against and slid between Yua’s pussylips, and then Asuka’s. 

He lifted the ends of the cane higher, drawing it tight, so each girl was touched and stimulated from perineum to clitoris. Asuka said, “Oh! Oh, sensei!” Yua said nothing, but she started to move her hips, sometimes pressed against the cane, sometimes against Asuka’s bottom. After a moment, Asuka did the same.

There was no sound, except for two beautiful girls breathing hard. Asuka made a little high-pitched noise after a time, and Yua followed suit. It was hard work, Seamus found, holding the cane so tightly bent, pleasuring his two girls. But rewarding. He thought the two of them, sexually entranced, were now even sexier and more beautiful. But he couldn’t pleasure them with the cane and take a photo. He’d just have to remember.  

It was Asuka who first made the sound that told him that she was getting ready to come. Then Yua moaned in answer. Seamus whipped the cane away, and said, “Right, both of you. Turn around and face each other.” 

 

Wicked Wednesday: In the Realm of the Sensei

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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Note

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.

   

 

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Yua came, wailing noisily, with Seamus’s cock in her ass and Asuka’s tongue busy licking up at her pussy. Asuka had crawled between Yua’s legs while they were fucking, as Yua had done for Asuka. Seamus suspected she took less pleasure from that than Yua had taken from licking her pussy.

Yua was, sexually, into anything that moved, while Asuka seemed to like men, and only one of them at a time. But she felt she should repay her friend. 

Afterwards, when Yua and Seamus had both come, and he was slowly softening, still in her ass, Asuka went to ran a deep bath. She came back and took the other twoby the hand and pulled them into the bathroom. The three of them, undressed, washed, and climbed into the tub.

In the tub the two girls insisted on continuing to wash Seamus’s cock very slowly and with great solemnity, only partly spoiled by occasional outbreaks of giggles. Seamus didn’t mind. He knew they were trying to get him hard, and while he also knew there was no serious chance they would succeed, at least for another half an hour or so, he couldn’t deny that their ministrations felt good.

At last, after perhaps an hour of soapy, slippery bodies sliding together, there was a knock at the door. Asuka got out, wrapped herself in a towel, and answered it. Yua and Seamus left the bath more slowly. Yua knelt before him to embrace and dry his feet, his legs and then licked his cock, without taking it into her mouth. This time she achieved better results, and it rose and pointed somewhere over her forehead. 

Asuka returned with bento (she must have called a local restaurant while she was running the bath, Seamus decided).

She sat Seamus at their table, wrapped in a great robe, while his two-girl harem stayed naked and beautiful, fussing over and feeding him, occasionally taking pieces of eel or shrimp for themselves.

That night, in bed with the two of them, he found himself holding Yua’s buttocks, still heated from the caning he’d given her that day, and lifting her slightly from the bed while he tongued her sweet, plump and depilated pussy. She squirmed and squealed appreciatively, her hands on his shoulders sometimes caressing and sometimes gripping him with all her might.

Asuka, deprived of access to his cock while he lay on his front, kissed the side of his face, then lay back beside Yua, thighs well spread, stroking her pussy. Seamus pushed his knuckle into Yua’s luscious cunt, and sped up, applying more pressure.

Her squeals dropped in pitch to become guttural and grunty, and at last, her hands now tangled in his hair and at risk of pulling clumps out, she came, crying “Waaa-haa, waaa-haa!” like a very upset baby. Then her grip on his hair relaxed, and he let her sink back to the bed.

Yua left her hand on his shoulder, affectionately, when he edged over to hold and tongue Asuka. But Asuka said, “No, sensei. I want you to fuck me now. And Yua too. Both of us, together.”

Seamus frowned. “Well, that sounds good. But I don’t actually have two cocks.”

“Silly Sensei! It’s easy! You just-”   

 

Masturbation Monday: The orgasmic arch

Philip laughed. He wasn’t mocking her, as she was mocking him. He was just happy. He pulled her a little higher in the bed, so her face was in kissing range of Chetana’s cunt. He shuffled with her, so he still had his thighs under, positioning her bottom up and posed. Chetana put her hand on the back of Jayavardhini’s head, then took her ears. “Come on, little one.”

Jayavardhini wriggled her arms out of Philip’s grip and brought them forward to slide under Chetana’s ass. She lowered her head and touched her tongue to Chetana’s cunt, just touching her lips. Then she took her tongue away, so that Chetana opened her mouth and let her head fall back, and then pressed forward, tongue touching her lover again. 

Jayavardhini smiled when Chetana gasped, and Philip’s hand landed on her bottom, again. This was a good game: she was pleasing Chetana, her lover, and Philip, who she expected to call her lover soon. And in her apparent submission she was the centre of attention in that bed, and she held more than her share of the power.

Chetana sighed, pleasured, and Jayavardhini rewarded her, licking along the outside of her cunt, from bottom to top. Then she pressed her tongue a little harder, opening her lover and tasting her. She could taste Philip too, it seemed. She supposed she’d have to get used to thinking of Chetana as one of her lovers. Plural.

Philip had his hand on her ass, squeezing firmly where he’d smacked. He smacked her twice, left side then right, his hand hard. And good. She lost her rhythm with Chetana, but gained in passion. He set up his own rhythm now, spanking her slow and long, the impacts but not getting harder, nor faster. She was being taken on a ride.

Chetana, under her mouth, was wet and soft, a surrender of a different kind. She kissed Chetana’s cunt, wanting her to feel her love as well as her desire to please her, then licked her sweet, opened flesh, moving a little faster.

She felt Philip’s hand on her ass, hurting her in the knowledge that that she would turn any pain he gave her into sex. Chetana gasped again, under her tongue. Philip smacked Jayavardhini’s ass a little harder, and then again. She surrendered her body and part of her soul to him, letting him do what he wanted, trusting that she would love it whatever it might be.

Chetana leaned back, caressing Jayavardhini’s face with her thighs, as she worked. Philip increased the speed, though not the severity of her spanking. He must be watching the two of them; she could feel his erection pushing into her hip.

She knew that if she were not so aroused, his spanking would be hurting by now. He was spanking her smartly, the way he might if he ever intended to punish her, and she let him. But the blows brought her no pain. Only a long, continuous wave of lust.

Her fingers tightened on Chetana’s muscular buttocks, digging into her flesh, intending to hurt her. Chetana gasped in response, then stayed vocal, cooing her pleasure. She was going to come soon.

Jayavardhini focussed her tonguing on her lover’s clitoris, pulling her right hand from under Chetana’s ass to insert two fingers into her cunt. They entered easily; Chetana was so soft, so wet. Jayavardhini pushed those fingers upwards, and pressed and lapped her harder with her tongue.

Philip was landing his hand on her ass hard and fast now, and the rhythm was right for Jayavardhini to stay with it as she face-fucked Chetana. She increased the pressure on Chetana’s clitoris, and felt her tense suddenly. Chetana’s back arched, so Jayavardhini had to follow as her bottom lifted from the bed. Chetana screamed, her pleasure sounding like the darkest grief, as if she were being tortured.

Jayavardhini kissed her cunt and said, “Ooh, my love.”

But Philip’s hand landed again on her ass, much harder than before, and she yelped. The sound of his slap echoed in the cabin, and he growled, “Don’t you dare stop.” Jayavardhini returned to her task, tonguing Chetana, and slipped two fingers into her ass. Chetana screamed again, then her head fell back and her body slipped forward, relaxed. Jayavardhini kissed her navel, then the ribs between her breasts.

Chetana opened her eyes at last and stretched, then wrapped her legs round Jayavardhini and held her hair in her hands. “Thank you. Thank you, both of you. I love you. Both of you.”

Masturbation Monday: The only monogamist in the room

Philip had just explained to Chetana that she was mostly responsible for the renewal of his erection. She kissed him. “Even that was enough of an admission. But it’s okay, Philip. Really it is. You were nice about it, Jayavardhini says, when it was obvious she and I had been fucking. You were very nice to me, too.”

She saw Philip smile, remembering. Then he looked serious. “But you’re my woman. She – You are wonderful, Jayavardhini. But she is not my woman.”

Philip was thinking of turning this down.

“Philip, you’re the only monogamist in this cabin. And your cock is telling me you’re not going to stay monogamous for very long, now. Jayavardhini wants you. And she wants me. And I want you. And her. And cocks don’t lie. I happen to know for a fact that you want her as well as me.”

Jayavardhini saw doubt in his eyes. He was working up to sending her away. “Philip, what Chetana said is true. About me wanting you. And I want Chetana. We could discuss this. Or we could test it. But I don’t believe you want to keep me out of this bed.”

Chetana said, “You’re right about wasting time, Jayavardhini. Come to bed.”

Jayavardhini smiled, happy. Philip had not taken his eyes off her since Chetana had given her blessing. She took the first step towards them, shaky with triumph. Philip said, “No.”

It was as if he’d hit her, the wrong kind of blow. “Philip? Why?”

Then she saw his eyes, amused but also drawn. “You’re not naked. Get that sarong off and then come here.”

“You’re a bad man.”

“And you’re a bad girl.” He withdrew from Chetana very slowly and turned to watch Jayavardhini. His cock, half hard, glistened in the candlelight, wet with Chetana’s fluids.  

Jayavardhini knew a way to do _everything_ minxishly

Jayavardhini turned her back, and began to lift the sarong. She slowed its ascent as it reached her upper thighs, lifting it in microscopic degrees as she got to her ass. Behind her she heard Chetana laugh. Philip wasn’t laughing. She imagined him watching, entranced. She hoped his cock was getting harder, even though he’d just come.

No, she was confident she had that power over him.

But he was silent while she slowly raised the sarong to her waist. Then he made a throaty noise of appreciation. She said, “If you’re not hard for me when I turn round, I’m leaving.”

Chetana laughed again. Jayavardhini turned, holding the sarong just above her navel. His cock pointed fatly at her. “Oh. Well, I suppose I’ll stay, then.”