I took my thumb from Stephanie’s mouth. She pouted, as if that made her sad, so I pulled her head closer, by her hair, and kissed her. “All right, Stephanie. You get to watch Maires get punished. Don’t forget you get twenty smacks too, at the halfway point, so you’d best behave yourself.”

She nodded. “I’ll try. But if you’ve already told me what I’m getting, it can’t make any difference how I behave.”

“OK. Twenty-four smacks. The number can change, and it just has. Also, hot girl, I haven’t decided yet whether I’lll use my hand or get out my belt for you.”

“Oh. The belt’s worse than your hand? I guess I’ll find out soon, won’t I? And yes, I’m not in a hurry to find out. I’ll be as good as I can.”

“All I ask. Now stay quiet, Stephanie. This is Maires’s time.” Stephanie opened her mouth, then closed it and nodded. I put the hand I’d held Stephanie with on the small of Maires’s back. Maires knew what that meant. She raised her bottom a little. She wanted to be a good girl too.

So I brought my hand down, hard, on her left cheek, getting a loud, ringing clap, and again on her right. Then we settled down, punisher and a punished girl over his knee, while I delivered a rain of open-palmed, hard smacks, too fast to count.

By the third minute Maires was getting uncomfortable. I continued, merciless, while her bottom stayed poised in place, cooperating in her own punishment, and her breathing because more audible. 

At six minutes she groaned, and then kept up a series of low, whimpering sounds while my hand heated her crimson skin. Stephanie, behind her, held me tight. I didn’t turn to look at her, but I expected her eyes were wide and her mouth open. I slowed my pace, and made the individual spanks harder, now. Maires began to move, her blazing, heated bottom and thighs rising and falling as I spanked her. Her body was no longer under her own control. 

At ten minutes Maires was crying, full-throated and uninhibited like a baby. I knew that sound, and I’d set out to make it come. I knew there’d be tears in her eyes. I stopped, and watched her.

Maires still writhed and cried. I stroked her bottom and inner thighs lightly, giving her time to settle.

Usually at that point I’d hold her in my arms while she cried into my shoulder, and then she’d show she was grateful for her lesson and she wanted to earn back good-girl points by sinking to her knees and taking my cock into her mouth. But I’d decided that Maires wasn’t going to have the sexual comforts that usually followed punishment.

I said, “Why are you being punished, Maires?”

She had to cough, twice, to produce her voice. “For missing a lecture, Master.”

“Do you doing think that was a good idea?”

“No, Master, it was seriously fucking stupid.”

“It was, Maires. Do you think you’ve learned your lesson?”

Maires reached back and touched the heated skin of her lower buttocks. She blew, as though trying to cool something down. “I’ve definitely learned, Master. That was … memorable.” 

“Good. Do you think you’re done now?”

“No Master. But I’m hoping that was at least the half-way point.”

“Good girl.” She turned her tear-stained face up and me and smiled. She liked being a good girl with a well-spanked arse, and the promise of more to come. I smiled back, then did the Serious Master face. “Missing lectures is stupid, Maires, and you’re never to do that again. And when I’ve finished, I hope you’ll get a warning from your arse, if a lecture’s about to start and you’re not in the vroom.”

“Yes, Master. I think that’s quite likely.”

“Get up, girl. Take the belt out of my jeans, and hold it in your mouth.”

Maires climbed off my knee, hissing breath in as her muscles of her buttocks worked, but got to her feet and pulled my belt free of my pants. She stood just in front of my feet, belt in her mouth, hands on her head.

Stephanie and I both gazed at her, a sleekly muscled woman with delicious thighs, adorable breasts, with a belt in her mouth and tears in her eyes.

Maires’s glamour and her personality scared a lot of men and some women, when she wasn’t in this room. 

I looked at Stephanie. “You, get down now. Kneel and kiss Maires’s cunt. You can touch her just once with your tongue, but you’re not to pleasure her. But you’ll feel how turned on she is.”

“My nose already knows. Sir. But yes, I’ll give Maires a kiss.” She slid snakelike over me, keeping her breasts, then her belly and then her legs pressed against my side. Then she got out of bed and knelt between Maires’s feet and mine.

She put her hands on Maires’s thighs as if to hold her in place, took a deep breath, and kissed those sweet and depilated lips. A second or two later she opened her mouth and Maires gasped. They stayed pressed together, Stephanie more or less obeying me by not moving.

It still counted as one kiss, one tongue touch, or so she’d argue if I challenged her. I gave them time, since they were a beautiful sight. Eventually I said, “Stephanie, little minx, it’s your turn now. Over my knee, little love.”

Maires had walked naked across the room, when Stephanie came back from ther bathroom, and knelt with her hands on her head and her nose in the corner, her arse glowing like a stop sign. It was part of her Cunning Plan.

Stephanie had joined me in the bed, and we’d held each other. She’d asked me if Maires was in trouble. Before I’d had time to answer that she’d added, “Am I in trouble?” 

I looked at her to see if she was joking. She wasn’t, or not exactly. But she knew that the question and what it conceded about her attitude would make me happy. And excited.

I kissed her. “Not exactly in trouble, Stephanie. Would you say you’ve been a good girl?”

“Depends who you ask. My Mum wouldn’t think so. She’d be horrified: what I did last night! And let you do to me! And Maires … But you … I think you’re pretty pleased with me right now? Yes?”

I pulled her close, and kissed-bit her right nipple. She put her hand in my hair and breathed. My teeth grazing along her nipples was a good thing. We’d already established that. Then I smacked her bottom lightly, and again less lightly and looked up. “Then you knew you aren’t in trouble, and you were just teasing me? What happens to girls who try teasing, Stephanie?” 

“Oh no, Sir. I’m innocent!” So that was the first time I saw her ‘innocent’ face. Eyebrows arched in appeal, eyes sparkling, mouth drooping at the corners. It didn’t look at all innocent. “I was just asking to make sure I’ve been good. That’s what a respectful girl would do, isn’t it?” She slipped her hand down between us to touch and test my cock. She said, “Uh huh.” 

“Stephanie. No, you’re not in trouble, or not exactly. But you’re a minx. While I’m punishing Maires, I’ll take time out to give you a spanking. My special minx spanking. Twelve smacks. No, twenty. And twenty kisses.”

Stephanie smiled. That didn’t sound too bad. Perhaps not even slightly bad.

Her fingers closed on my cock, which expanded in her clasp. She traced a finger down the underside, making me gasp. “Twenty kisses? Not twenty fucks?”

“Well yeah, that too. But -” I paused. It was getting hard, I mean difficult, to think. “- that’s a longer-term project.”

“But I’ll help you! Um, why is Maires going to get punished?” 

I said, “Maires?”

Maires looked at Stephanie, not trying to look or sound repentant. “I missed a lecture last week. Because I was playing Bioshock.”

I nodded solemnly at Stephanie. She looked solemnly back. But I turned away to speak to Maires. “Did I warn you what happens if you miss another lecture?”

Maires nodded, her hands slipped down to clasp behind her back. “You said you’d punish me severely, Master.”

To Stephanie she said, “Master looks after me. Makes sure I get the things I have to do done. He’s very supportive. But if I fuck up too badly … Well, here I am.”

Stephanie turned to look at me, considering Maires’s words. My cock, still in her hand, was entirely hard now. I should have been more attentive to, and grateful for, the build-up Maires was giving me. She’d thought about winning Stephanie over, obviously more intelligently than I had. But a lot of my consciousness just then was in Stephanie’s hand.

Eventually I remembered that I was supposed to be pushing this along. “And what do you think you deserve, Maires?”

“I deserve whipping, Master.” 

Stephanie looked at me, shocked. “You – you have a whip?” 

“Yeah, I do. And yes, Maires does know what it feels like. But, Maires, are you going to get whipped now?”

“I don’t think so, Master. Stephanie, he’s strict, but he takes care, too. I think he doesn’t want to shock you. He’ll do something less dramatic. I hope he makes it hard, but I’m not allowed to ask for that.”

“Maires, that’s enough out of you.” I crawled to the edge of the bed, and put my feet on the floor, so my thighs were available for occupation, for spanking purposes. “Come here, love, you know what to do.”

Maires turned, still on her knees and crawled to me. She stood when she reached my lap, and lowered herself slowly.

I loved the soft-hardness of her belly and thighs on my thighs, and her weight, and the view of her ass and thighs.

Stephanie scampered to join me and looked over my shoulder, down at Maires’s perfectly beautiful and already very red bottom and thighs. Stephanie’s breasts pressed into my back. It was impossible not to be happy.

She reached around me, but Maire’s body had blocked off access to my cock. Probably a good thing. Stephanie said, “Well, missing lectures is very bad.”

That was a request, and a surprising one. She meant I could be harsh with Maires and she wouldn’t be shocked at me. Probably.

I reached back and slaped her cheek very lightly, then thrust my thumb into her mouth. She knew what I meant. She kept her teeth clear, and sucked.

I put my other hand on Maires’s arse. She kept still, and silent. We were about to put on a show.

I’d woken up with Stephanie, who I hadn’t slept with before, and with Maires, my lover and, when we remembered, slavegirl. It had been a wonderful night, the three of us finding each other.

Stephanie had rolled out of bed to use the toilet and do other things she wanted to do. While she was away Maires and I had conferred.

We agreed that we both wanted Stephanie in our bed often or even permanently. And then Maires had said that when Stephanie came back, I should whip her: she meant I should whip Maires, while Stephanie watched.

I’d said, “What?”

“She’s thinking about what it might mean, to submit to you. Not just fuck you and get her bum spanked from time to time, but actually to be under your control. Rule.”

I said, like Cartman from South Park, “Autoritah.”

She shook her head, annoyed. “No, it’s not a joke. She means it, Master, and so should you. She liked obeying you. Surrendering turned her on. So did things like humiliation, when you made her crawl past all those people. On a leash.” She smiled: she’d have liked that too.

“She liked your hand on her arse. She liked knowing that she’s giving herself. Now she’d like to go further. So I’m saying, let her see something between us. Where your ownership of me is real, and has real consequences. You should punish me, while she watches.”

“What for? No, I know why you’re saying I should, but what for? I mean, seems you’ve been pretty good lately.”

She smiled. “Thank you, Master, I’m pleased you think so. But I didn’t go to my Medicinal Plant Chemistry lecture last week. I was playing Bioshock 2, and I forgot.”

“And when were you going to tell me?”

“I was going to tell you, I promise, Master. But now seems like a good time.”

A thing about penises, penes, is that they can be tired out, but still wake up when offered novelty. It wasn’t that there was any blood flow to my cock, but there was a sense of awareness, and that blood flow would probably happen if things continued the way they were. I pinched Maires’s nipple, hard, to watch her wince.

“All right. You’re a bad girl, and you deserve whipping. But you’re a lucky girl, because that’d look a bit scary. I’m not going to do that the first time Stephanie watches.” 

Stephanie, at the door, said, “While I watch what?”

I said, “Stephanie, come to bed, love. Maires, go and kneel in the corner, hands on head.”

Maires said, “Yes, Master.”

She got up, and Stephanie watched her walk naked across the door, and put her nose in the corner. It was an impressive demonstration of submission.

Stephanie looked at me doubtfully, but came to bed, and when I put my arms round her and kissed her, she pressed her body against mine and kissed me back. 

She said, “Is Maires in trouble? Am I?”

I woke up at a bit after five, with Maires sleeping on her side, her arse rammed into my left side, which is never a bad thing. Stephanie had slept with her head on my right shoulder, so that my arm was numb but I could also look at her hair and face.

I thought she looked astonishingly and dishevelledly beautiful, also loving and lovely, and unbelievably sweet. 

Still, I needed to piss and I didn’t want to wake them, so I had to manoeuvre carefully. I kissed Stephanie’s forehead and she made a small happy sound, though her eyes didn’t open. I stroked her back and made a yawn sound, so she stretched a little and turned onto her other side. I had two arses pressing against me.  I worked my way slowly up the bed between them, until I could crawl, Ninja-like, over the pillows.

While I pissed I thought about the evening’s events. My first priority was to make sure Stephanie was happy. Maires was already happy, and for uncomplicated reasons like liking and lust she wanted Stephanie to stay this morning and come back often. Stephanie had further to travel.

She’d done a lot of things she hadn’t done before. She’d crawled naked past strangers. She accepted orders, and light but real punishments when she hesitated. And she’d had sex with a woman, which was also sex with a man and a woman. Lesbian sex and threesomes were probably not things she’d expected to do. 

She had to accept what had happened last night without thinking she’d done wrong, and she had unfinished business, especially with me but also with Maires: what was she to us, and what were we to her?

Anyway, getting back into bed was much easier. Bodies like it when familiar bodies return. That’s warm and comforting. It’s bodies leaving that’s unsettling. Back between two wonderful women, I missed Stephanie’s face, so I yawned again so that she did too, and rolled back to put her head on my shoulder, her arm near my head. I drifted back to sleep.

Stephanie woke about nine. She raised her head, so I woke too. She looked at me, wondering what her reception might be, since she’d gone so far last night. Maybe I disapproved. So I kissed her and said, “Good morning, lovely Stephanie.”

“Good morning, Jaime. That was a night, wasn’t it?”

“Magic night. Stars in our eyes, pixie dust in our hair, love everywhere else.” I’d said that before, I’m afraid, but not to her. It was good enough. We kissed, and I pulled her on top of me, with my hands on her arse, and let her feel my cock noticing her.

“It was like that, wasn’t it?” So I realised how how worried I’d been, by the relief I felt when she said that. I knew she’d still need more love and assurance. I reached down and smacked her bottom lightly. She smiled. “You’re a kinky man, you.”

I said, as if I was quoting her: “‘Oooh, I’m not kinky: it’s just that my Master is.'”

She laughed, but said, “I’m not sure you’re my Master. I’m not certain I need one.”  

I nodded. “In love, my love, beautiful, wonderful Stephanie, it’s not always just what you need. It’s also what you want. I’m only your Master while you want me to be.”

“So you think you are, right now, and I’d have to fire you, if I wanted you not to be.”

I kissed her. That didn’t need an answer. Then I spider-walked my hand down her beautiful bottom and down between her thighs, to touch her cunt. 

She said, “Uh,” when I touched her. She was still sensitive. I stroked folded, sensitive skin. Then she said, “Hold that. I’m bursting for a piss. Sorry to break the mood. Be right back.” She rolled out of bed. Of course it was easy, for her.

Maires opened her eyes. She’d been awake for most of that, I guessed. She said, “Good morning, Master.”

“Slavegirl. You’re not often so formal. And good morning. Did you enjoy yourself?”

“Don’t be an idiot.” We heard the toilet door close. So we kissed. “I want her. I know you do.”

I nodded. “She didn’t object to the idea that you’re her Master unless she says otherwise. And she didn’t say otherwise.”

“Yeah. I can’t say how wonderful that was. If that’s what you want … ?”

“Yes. She’s lovely. I mean her, who she is. not just that she’s beautiful. And I think she found some things in herself last night. Big things. I’d love to help her through them.”

I smiled at her. “Don’t forget you’re wonderful. And you come first. No matter what.”

“Sweet boy. Master.” We heard the toilet flush. She said, “When she gets back, whip me.”

I said, “What?”

Three is a good number for a bed. When all the fucking is done and you’re warm and relaxed and tired, there’s lots of warmth and cuddles, and if you’re in the middle, as I was, there’s someone there, likely to smile at you, no matter which side you lie on. It does mean there’s no easy way of getting up to have a piss without waking at least one if your companions. But all that flesh and comfort and affection more than cancels out that problem. Anyway I was careful.

When you’re lucky enough to be the only man in a threesome and you’ve won the approval and affection of both your companions, you get to feel immensely, smugly happy. Though it’s wise not to let the smug show.  Later, maybe, if everyone’s being candid,

Maires likes both men and women, so she was blissfully happy, with two lovely, sexy people thinking the world of her.

Stephanie was happy but slightly less happy, because she’s about ninety per cent straight. Pleasuring and being pleasured by Maires had been fun, and sexually powerful, but it also crossed some barriers she’d previously had in her mind. She didn’t want to be a “lesbian”. She’d been brought up to disapprove of lesbian sex on religious grounds, and though she’d shed the religion, it still left traces. And, of course, there were things about the male shape, male energy, and I think our smell, that she liked a lot.

I saw Stephanie frown, lying on her side facing me, so I put my arms round her and pulled her close, crushing her breasts against my chest, then relaxing a little so she could breathe. My cock was out of service, and I expected it would remain so until morning, but I could make manly and appreciative growls in her ear. She smiled again.

She needed me to be there to make everything else possible. So I held her, kissed her and whispered that she was a good girl. She kissed be. That I thought she was a good girl was good news. I suppose her religion had never given her a prejudice against submission. In fact it had probably done the opposite. Anyway, she seemed pleased to be pretending to be at my command: so far that had been hot and then turned unexpectedly loving.

We lay quiet and still, cuddling, my leg over hers, and after a time she relaxed and her breathing slowed, open-mouthed. I waited till I was sure she was asleep and turned on my other side.

Maires was still awake. She reached down and held my limp cock, and I smiled regretfully and shrugged.

She whispered, “Dibs me first in the morning.” 

I said, “Some time in the morning.”

“Not first?”

“We have a guest.”

She grunted.

So we kissed instead, and I reached down and stroked her cunt. Maires turned on her back, her hand resting on mine, until she came. She usually makes a lot of vocal noise, but she took care to be discreet and not wake Stephanie.

Then she snuggled in and kissed my armpit, and we murmured love-words. I don’t know which of us fell asleep first.

Stephanie rocked back and forth on her knees, straddling Maires’s face while Maires, lying on her back, licked her cunt. I’d left them to this intimacy and retrieved my belt from the floor. 

I knew Stephanie was happy, but also that she was mostly straight: sexually, she liked male smells and energy, and sex with girls was easier if I was there too. (Maires wouldn’t have cared.) .

So I put my hand on Stephanie’s right cheek and turned her to face me, on her left. She smiled, pleased to remember I was there, and kissed me. 

I held the kiss till she grimaced: Maires had just done something very right. Then I whispered, “I’m going to warm your arse till you come, Stephanie.”

She nodded. She’d had a certain amount of hand spanking that evening, especially when we were in the playground together. She’d enjoyed that, and crawling naked to my room with her arse glowing pink and no doubt warm, past the remaining party-goers: that had been hot too, and had put her in a nicely submissive frame of mind. It helped that she liked showing off, and that made that moment psychologically easier. So just then a warmed arse sounded good.

I said, “With my belt. It’s time you moved up in the world.”

Stephanie still smiled, but Mairtes was licking her hard, long and slow just then. I don’t think I had her full attention. So I brought the belt up to her face where she could see it. “Kiss the belt, beautiful Stephanie. And if you do that means we can both do whatever we like with you, all the way through till morning.”

She raised her eyebrows. She’d heard that part. But speaking was hard just then. I held the belt a couple of centimetres from her mouth. She had to move to kiss it. She glanced at me quickly, and whatever she saw in my face – probably admiration of several kinds – decided her. She bent her neck and slowly, almost ceremonially, kissed my belt.

I said, “Good girl.” Because a Dom is always happy to say that. But I added, “Look, you should know: I think I’m falling a bit in love, Stephanie. Massive lust, obviously, but love, too.”

She grinned. None of us had talked about what that might mean, and none of us, least of all Stephanie, were in a state to talk just then, but that sounded OK with her. So I doubled the belt and the next time her hips swung back in response to Maires’s tongue, I smacked her.

That first smack caught her low across her arse. It wasn’t at all hard, and left no mark except a faint blush with no outline. But Stephanie’s eye widened and she pursed her lips to say, “Uh!”

I kissed her again, and she kissed back. We shared breath and tongues, and sometimes our teeth touched lightly. I whipped down the belt to meet her ass every time she swung her hips back. She had two mouths and an implement of discipline to deal with. Sensory overload didn’t seem to trouble her.

I increased the force of her belt spanking, so the room rang with the impacts. The force of impact increased slowly but steadily, until she’d have to notice that she was now being whipped tolerably hard.

Stephanie said, “Oh wo wo wo.” Being whipped quite hard seemed to be good too.

Her body tensed, muscles showing, and she ground her cunt mercilessly on Maires’s mouth. The time for worrying about whether Maires could breathe had passed.

I swung the belt again, and said, “Until you come, Stephanie.” I moved from her side to be in front of her so she could see me and hang on. Her hands gripped my sides, under my arms, with all her strength. She looked agonised, not by the belt. I swung my belt again, vertically down her ass, landing hard to curl down one side then the other, no longer in time with her movements. 

Her nails pressed into me, and raked down my sides. I thought I’d probably just lost skin. (I had, and some blood, but I didn’t know that till later.) Stephanie threw her head back and said, “Mer – mer – mer – mer -” then she shut her eyes and just yowled. She felt forward, and I caught her. 

I held a girl who wasn’t doing a lot to support herself, and kissed her neck and shoulder. At last she said, “Fuck. Jesus fuck. Fuck. Whoa.”

It wasn’t full of content, but it was the first thing she’d said in nearly half an hour. Maires, between Stephanie’s thighs, moved her head sideways so she could say, “You can say that again.” 

I answered, because doms are simple creatures, “Good girl. Good girls, beyond belief. Both of you.”

I lay on Stephanie’s back, cock slowly softening inside her. Even though I’d reach under her to hold her breasts, cupping, squeezing and pinching her nipples, not too hard. Even though fucking Stephanie was something I’d wanted to do, feeling that want in my cock, in my gut and, oddly, in the back of my neck, for eight years. 

I kissed her shoulder and then her neck, and she waggled her arse under me. That was welcome too, but I was spent. My cock wouldn’t be doing much for at least half an hour. I said, “Scuse me a sec. Sorry.” And I wthdrew from her while I was still hard enough to be sure the condom would stay with my cock.

I dropped the condom out of sight under the bed and rolled onto my side, so Stephanie and I lay facing each other, our heads each resting on one of Maires’s thighs. Maires reached down and stroked our hair, and we kissed. Stephanie put her hand on my soft, wet cock. “You’re all fucked out. I’ve drained you.” 

There was an odd mix of pride and disappointment in her expression. For no good reason except that I was enthusiastic about her arse, I smacked it, first lightly, then hard, a proper spank.

“Oh, I’ll probably be back in a bit. And in the meantime… tongues on men are like strap-ons on women. They never get exhausted.” 

“Jesus, Jaime,” Maires said. “That’s absolutely fucking Wildean.” 

So this time I smacked the outer side of Maire’s thigh, twice. That, for some reason, helped me work out what we should do next. “Come down the bed, Maires. Right down, so your feet can touch the floor. No, on your back.” 

Stephanie rolled onto her back, to give Maires room, and watch her. I said, “Good girl. Now stop there.”

“Yes, Sir.” Maires usually didn’t acknowledge orders she was already obeying. But she wanted to show off her status to Stephanie. And to suggest that it could be fun. She liked games, the fun kind, and she played them well.

I kissed her, and took a pillow. “I’m going to put this under your shoulders. Up a bit for a moment, girl.”

“Yes, Sir.” Maires smiled at Stephanie. Then she looked back at me and frowned: what in fuck was I up to?

I got the pillow into place. “Now drop your head back. You’re an accessory.”

She looked at me, still frowning, before obeying. “After the fact?”

“You, love, you’re a cunt-licking accessory.”

“Ah. Stephanie is lovely. You don’t mind me saying that, do you?”

Stephanie kissed her, which is answer enough. Maires said, to me, “A very, um, willing cunt-licker, sir.”

I said, “Willing. Not that it matters.”

I took Stephanie’s hand. She’d been watching us, fascinated. She’d blushed, just lightly, when I called Maires a cunt-licking accessory: that was rude. No one talks to a woman like that, she’d have said two hours ago, and yet it was hot.

We were animals now, fiery like Blake’s tiger, in the night. And the cunt in question, the one that needed to be licked, was hers. 

I‘d told Stephanie that I’d fuck her again when, and possibly if, she could make Maires moan. Since I wanted her very much, I was intending to interpret any sexual comfort noises that Maires might make as moans. But Maires had a strong mischievous streak, and I expected that she’d be silent for a while, making Stephanie work and keeping me from entering her.

I knew that Stephanie minded my cock not being in her, which was in itself a powerfully sexy consideration. She was on her knees, her ass up and her head down between Maires’s thighs, mouth and tongue on Maires’s cunt, her hands under Maires’s thighs. Maires wriggled under Stephanie, to give her better access. She let her hands rest lightly on Stephanie’s head, caressing rather than directing. 

I watched them, two beautiful women, both of whom I loved in different ways, in loving embrace. Stephanie was having a new experience. I wondered how she was feeling, but as far as I could tell she was pixified, enchanted, happy to find herself exploring Maires’s cunt and her own responses.

I was still dangerously close to coming. When I entered Stephanie, I hoped to last at least until Maires came. But just then simply entering the soft paradise of her cunt again, feeling her ass pressed against me, would bring me to release.

I tried to relax, and despite the sensual wonder of their mutually moving bodies, I thought for a moment about all the species of dog I could name, that began with the letter L: labrador, lowchen, wasn’t there a Lhasa something?

But Maires grunted, a pleasured sound, and then made a low groan through her nose. I said, “Labradoodle,” which fortunately they ignored, and positioned myself behind Stephanie, holding her hips.

We moved together, in time with the rhythm of Stephanie’s head between Maires’s thighs, slowly joining.

Then Stephanie gasped, like Maires had, as I pushed deeper into her, sometimes withdrawing a little then moving forward, skin sliding wetly along sensitive skin.   

I wanted to praise them both, for being beautiful, and good and loving, but just then I couldn’t do words. Maires made another pleasure noise, under Stephanie’s mouth, and I sped up, fucking Stephanie harder, faster. I knew that sound, though Stephanie hadn’t heard it before. Maires was close.

Maires lifted her knees then, thighs tightly clasping Stephanie’s head. Her hands that had rested on the back of Stephanie’s head clenched, seizing her by the hair, and pulling. Her body worked, pushing up at Stephanie’s face. Her eyes squeezed shut, and her mouth opened, a silent scream, and then her ass rose from the bed while she clawed at Stephanie’s back and growled.

Lioness, I thought. My love is like a lioness. And I leaned down to kiss the back of Stephanie’s neck, reached under her to hold her breasts, and came in her. Also growling.

Stephanie laughed, triumphant, having made us both come. But, I noted, she hadn’t come herself.

We two growling animals would have to pleasure her, next. Stephanie had fallen amongst the burning beasts.

Seconds later Maires yowled her own cry, and I felt her cunt seem to clutch at my cock. There was a series of fluttering contractions, and I gasped with the pleasure of it, which was almost too intense to bear. I said, “Ahhhh, uh,” while Maires screamed.

I reached under her and squeezed her breasts, with my thumbs and forefingers squeezing and hurting her nipples, and rode her ass hard, and fast, until she screamed again. 

There seemed to be finality in that second orgasm. Maires had no more left, for a while. So I slowed, growling like a bear, and then stopped.

Maires rested her head on Stephanie’s right thigh. Her hair was wet. 

“Two happy girls. I think this is the best thing there is.” That was inane. Neither Stephanie nor Maires answered. It was true, though.

I’d held off my own orgasm when Maires came because I’d already come in Stephanie’s mouth, when we were in the playground across the road, and that gave me the control to hold myself back. I wanted my next orgasm to be… later.

I could come in Stephanie’s mouth again. Or in Maires’s. Or both. Maybe I just wanted to fuck Stephanie again. Or both of them. The next time I came, it would take a while to recover. And this was no time for down time. Still, I thought, maybe I could lie on my back, while Stephanie sat on my cock, riding happily, and Maires was on my face where I could tongue her.

On the other hand, maybe the next person to do Maires with their mouth should be Stephanie. Anyway, there was no such thing as a bad choice.

Still undecided, I smacked Maires’s arse again. “Keep very still.”

Maires froze obediently, and I pulled out of her cunt, very slowly. And very carefully; it would take very little to make me come, just then. I rolled Maires over onto her side, and we kissed. Then, without needing to speak, we both moved up the bed, where Stephanie held out her arms, welcoming both of us.

We kissed, the three of us, the two women side by side like the base of a triangle. I was the apex, above them, my cock comfortably held between their hips. Stephanie kissed Maires, and looked at her. Some understanding passed between them, though I didn’t know what it was.

But Stephanie put her hand on my cock. She squeezed, and I gasped again: her cock-puppet. Then she opened her legs again. “You said you’d be in me, once I got onto the bed.”

“Oh. I did, didn’t I?” I slipped my cock between Stephanie’s thighs, the head just touching her cunt. It was a good promise, and I wanted to keep it. But I didn’t push forward. Not yet. Stephanie gazed up at me, puzzled. What was keeping me? 

I said, “Maires? When was the last time Stephanie licked you?”

Maires grinned, while Stephanie looked briefly apprehensive. The answer was ‘never’. I’d be willing to bet that Stephanie had never used any part of her body to pleasure another girl in her life. I kissed Stephanie, then. “Maires just made you come. Do you think you can return the favour?”

“I’ll try.” Then Stephanie looked across at Maires. “Maires, if I’m doing it wrong, please tell me. And tell me what to do. I’m not very – Well, I’m not even slightly experienced.”

Maires hugged her, one hand on her breast, her cunt pressed firmly against Stephanie’s hip. “The only thing you can do wrong, darling, is not enjoy yourself.”

I said, because it seemed time to reclaim one particular kind of erotic tension, “Or not try hard enough. You’ll show enthusiasm, Stephanie.”

Stephanie grinned and squeezed my cock again. She weren’t afraid of no doms. So I put growl back into my voice. “My belt is on the floor, at the moment. And you haven’t felt it across your arse, yet. Both of those things can change, girl.”

Stephanie only stroked my cock. But Maires knew what was happening. She said, “Sir, I think she does need the belt. And I really want to watch while she gets it.”

Stephanie raised her eyebrows at that, but I could feel her mood changing back. I was in command again. I said, “Onto your back, Maires. And Stephanie, onto your knees. You know what to do.”

Maires rolled out from under me, and held out her arms for Stephanie. She wanted her. I thought Stephanie would like the new experience, and feel proud of herself when Maires came. But Stephanie didn’t move. She said, “What about you?”

“The first time we hear Maires moan, you’ll get my cock back. Where it belongs, beautiful woman.”

So Stephanie rolled onto her tummy, head between Maires’s thighs. Slowly, spectacularly and to a certain extent knowingly, her ass rose.