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mouth, then sagged against the side of the shower.

"Very good. Share with Tart."

Tams smirked up at me, stood, and lifted her lips to Cheryl's.

Cheryl obediently accepted the gift, opened her mouth to show me, then swallowed it down.

"Very good, Tart. I told you you would get used to it."

****

"Well, that was an interesting weekend."

I nodded agreement to Tams. "Did you have any idea about Cheryl?"

She shook her head. "No. Not ahead of time. I thought your touch was different, but I just figured that was you being passive and following orders."

"You think she'll be back?"

She looked a little thoughtful. "Yes. She was into it." She gave a little chuckle.

"What?"

She looked me in the eyes. "I was just thinking about Julie trying to seduce me. She would be PISSED at the idea of you screwing a lesbian. And just as pissed at Cheryl for submitting to a man."

****

Jessie busily licked at Tams' crotch, Tams bucked her hips, holding Jessie close, gasping as Jessie did what she does so well. Tams threw back her head with a cry, shuddering, then released Jessie and slumped back on the cushions.

Jessie sat back on her heels and turned her head to me with a smile. "Sir, would you like some help with that swelling?"

I gestured her over, and allowed her to open my fly and put her cocksucking little mouth to work. A few minutes later I gripped her head, holding her close as I pumped my semen into her mouth.

I released her, she theatrically opened her mouth to show me, then swallowed with a smile and showed me her empty mouth. "Good slut. Position 2." She obediently settled into position, kneeling with legs spread wide, hands behind her head with her elbows back to display her breasts. "So, slut, what are your plans for the weekend?"

She smiled up at me. "This, sir."

"Cheryl's busy?"

"She wanted me to ask if she could come along."

Tams came up on her elbows to look down at Jessie. "So she wants another taste?"

Jessie nodded. "Yes, Mistress. She - ahhh!"

I had leaned forward suddenly and gripped her nipple tight. Not hard enough to bruise, but no too far from it. "What's that, slut?"

"She - ah! - wants more!" She tensed as I pulled her nipple, then gasped in relief when I released it.

"You think she can take it, slut?"

"I hope so, Sir!"

I brought my hand up to cup her chin, lifting her face to look her in the eye. "Are you staying the night?"

"I can, Sir, but I was planning to go home."

"You will leave after you clean up. Mistress and I have some organizing to do."

Jessie took over an hour to finish the dishes. Of course, she spent most of that time chest down on the counter, with her hands tied behind her and my fingers, my cock, and a dildo taking turns in her cunt. She was a real trouper, and did a good job eating Tams again when I was done with her.

We kissed her goodbye at the door, then watched until she was safely in her car and driving away.

****

"So, you going to spend all weekend screwing Cheryl?"

I raised an eyebrow at Tams. "Are you getting jealous?"

She met my eye. "No. Not yet anyway. I just want to know what you have in mind."

"Well, screwing her is certainly on the agenda. Or menu, if you prefer. But I want this to be more psychological, and you have a devious mind. Any suggestions?"

Tams smiled up at me. "I have a few. Let's each make a list, then we can compare."

****

Cheryl stepped confidently through our door, Jessie close behind. Tams closed and locked the door behind them, then waved them into the living room.

I was waiting for them. Cheryl gave a little shriek of surprise as the bag went over her head, I had her wrists pinned behind her back before she could react. She fought against my grip for a few seconds, then relaxed, breathing heavily. Tams had the cuffs on her, I released her arms and spun her to face me.

"Did you obey me, Tramp?"

Her voice was a little muffled by the heavy mesh bag. "I did, Sir."

She was wearing a flannel shirt and jeans. I ripped the shirt open in a single motion, then shoved it back over her shoulders. Her tits were as lovely as I remembered, her sharp nipples begging to be fondled. That could wait.

"Legs apart! Farther!" Cheryl complied. She gasped at the touch of the scissors as Tams carefully cut down the front of her jeans, revealing her nude cunt. That couldn't wait. I gave a firm stroke, then licked my finger and smoothly pushed it into her.

"You feel that, Tramp? What is it?"

"It-it's your finger, Sir."

I pumped it a few times. "That's right, Tramp. It's a man's finger, deep in your lesbian cunt. Because you're not a lesbian today, you're my fucking toy. Say it."

Her voice was a little unsteady, it probably didn't help that I had a firm grip on her nipple with my other hand. "I'm your toy - Owww!"

I released her nipple, brought my hand to the other one. "Word for word, Tramp."

She got it right this time. "I'm not a lesbian today, Sir, I'm your fucking toy! Ahh!"

I was sucking firmly on her tender nipple, fingering her as her breathing quickened. She was getting wet now, time to switch it up. I pulled away, leaving her standing unsteadily with Tams and Jessie on either side. I nodded to Tams, she wielded the scissors deftly, leaving Cheryl nude with her jeans and flannel shirt in tatters on the floor.

"Stand straight. Come along." With a firm grip on her arm, I half-pulled her into the living room and seated her on the bench. Jessie was ready, she had the blindfold on Cheryl and the bag pulled away in seconds.

I opened my fly and brought my cock to her lips. "Get to work. Don't swallow."

I was pretty aroused, it didn't take me long to blow my load into her mouth. It took her by surprise, she jerked back a little until my hand on the back of her head put her back where she belonged. I took a grip on her head and started pumping vigorously, semen and saliva dribbled out the corners of her mouth as I fucked her face, finally pulling out when my cock was too soft.

"Sit up straight. Smile for the camera." I got a couple good shots of my semen spattered on her chest and stomach, then scooped up a blob with my finger and stuck it back in her mouth. "Swallow as I feed you." A few minutes later I had her mostly cleaned up, then wiped her tits and neck down with a wet washcloth. I gave each nipple a quick suck and then sat in front of her on the couch.

"You've been here 15 minutes, Wench. This will be be a long weekend. You going to chicken out?"

Cheryl shook her head slightly. "No, Sir. I can take it."

I chuckled. "We'll just have to see about that. Ladies, you know what to do."

In a minute Cheryl was tied to the bench, her arms straight over her head, her legs draped off the sides with her ankles tied together under the bench.

"So what do you think is next, Tramp?"

She was hesitant. "I - I think you're going to screw me, Sir."

I chuckled. "Eventually. I don't want to wear myself out."

I pulled the bench closer to the sofa, rested my feet on her stomach, and leaned back. "Sluts! Refreshments!" I picked up the remote control and started watching a porno on the tube, sipping the soda my beloved wife delivered to me and fondling Jessie with my free hand.

At my gesture, said beloved wife knelt beside the bench and brought her lips to Cheryl's. Her hand played with Cheryl's breasts, teasing the nipples erect and gently caressing around them. Cheryl was breathing hard when Tams leaned over the bench and lowered her breast to Cheryl's mouth. Her hand went to Cheryl's crotch and started teasing and caressing her, Cheryl's hips flexed to meet her, low moans rising from deep in her throat.

Cheryl gave a little groan of disappointment as Tams abruptly withdrew, then gasped with surprise a minute later when Tams knelt at the base of the bench and gently nibbled on her inner thigh. I took my feet off her and sat up to join in the fun. Jessie knelt opposite me, our heads bent together to take Cheryl's nipples in our mouths.

I took my time, running my tongue gently around the tip of her breast, feeling the tiny ridges on her areolae as they crinkled up around her nipple. My hand stroked her belly, then moved to her inner thigh, easing it a little wider open as Tams applied her skills to Cheryl's cunt. I brought my mouth to Cheryl's neck, searching out just the right spot, gently kissed it and withdrew again. Jessie was doing the same, teasing Cheryl's most sensitive areas, then easing back. Tams was slowly, gently eating Cheryl's cunt, teasing her clit with the tip of her tongue and licking her slit.

Cheryl was breathing heavily, her skin flushed, her hips slowly bucking as she tried to push her cunt against Tams' mouth. As planned, we continued, slowly bringing her higher, but not too high...

Cheryl's moans were louder, she was pulling at her bindings, trying to squeeze her thighs around Tam's head, arching her back to push her breasts up, she started when I brought my lips to hers, then returned my kiss hungrily.

This is where I would normally call off my sluts, climb on, and ride her like the fuck toy she was. It took a lot of willpower to continue caressing her, as Tams gently ate her cunt, as our hands roamed Cheryl's body, as she grew more desperate....

She was tossing her head, gritting her teeth when she finally broke down.

"Please....."

I pulled back, allowing Jessie and Tams to continue. "Please what, Tramp?"

"Please...I need to come...Ahhh!" I was gripping her cunt in my hand, firmly rubbed it once then pulled my hand away.

"Beg."

Her voice was desperate. "Please, Sir! I beg you!"

"You don't move, Tramp. You understand? Beg me to fuck you."

"I - ah - understand. Please fuck me, Sir!"

I waved my sluts away and knelt between her legs, my cock pressed against her opening. She jerked her hips up, trying to take me in. At my nod, Tams and Jessie released her straps, I drove my cock deep into her sopping wet cunt.

"Ahhhhh! Please, Sir!" I started pumping slowly, she bucked her hips up hard, wrapping her arms and legs around me, desperately trying to pull me in.

"Please fuck what?"

"Ahhh! Please fuck your cunt! Please, Sir!"

Ever the gentleman, I complied with her request. Hard and fast, she cried out with every thrust, coming hard, I didn't even pause, driving deep in her, she bucked wildly under me, screaming again as I drove her to another orgasm, clawing my back as I strained over her, the slap of our bodies coming together filled the room, she was coming a third time when I finally came with a deep, solid thrust and collapsed on her.

Our breathing slowed, I pushed myself up on one arm and reached up to caress her cheek, then pushed the blindfold up on her forehead. "You have been very naughty, Tramp. You will have to be punished."

Her eyes wide, she stared up at me, then nodded. "Yes, Sir."

"Bring us refreshments, there is a tray on the counter." I pulled out and stood over her.

She joined us at the table, carrying the tray, I waved her to the empty seat after she set it on the table and served us each. Her eyes widened when she pulled out the chair, she hesitated then responded to my glare by carefully settling onto the seat, the upright dildo nestling inside her cunt.

"So, Tramp, was that what you expected? You may speak freely."

She shook her head slightly. "No, Sir. I knew you were going to screw me, but not like that. It was ... intense. Like I was the center of your attention, and theirs too." She nodded to Tams and Jessie.

"Do you need a break? A shower?"

"Just the bathroom, Sir."

"Go. Your punishment can wait."

She hurried to obey, we got up from the table to prepare the room.

****

Cheryl stood in position 6, hands behind her head, her eyes downcast. On the bench in front of her were the instruments of her punishment. The quirt. Cuffs and straps. A strapon. Her eyes were focused on that. Understandable, it was ... impressive. As long as my cock and almost an inch thicker, it would stretch her much more than I had. If, that is, it were to be inserted in her...

"TRAMP! You disobeyed Sir! What have you to say for yourself!?"

Cheryl kept her eyes down. "I'm sorry, Mistress. I tried -"

Tams had the quirt in her hand, the tip pressing up under Cheryl's chin. "Trying isn't enough, Tramp. You must do better. Are you ready for your punishment?"

Cheryl swallowed. "I am, Mistress."

Tams set down the quirt, reached up, and pulled the blindfold back into place. "It will come when it comes. Maintain position."

I took the quirt from Tams and chuckled, swishing it through the air. "This will do nicely."

Cheryl stiffened at the sound, then set her jaw in anticipation. I stepped in and cupped her breast with my free hand, then stepped back and ran the quirt across her chest. I suddenly brought my lips to hers, kissing her deeply, demandingly. I dropped the quirt, my hands roamed, playing with her now-familiar flesh. She was getting aroused again, her fear receding a little....

The calm was brutally interrupted but the sound of the quirt hitting flesh, the shriek echoing through the room...Cheryl stood motionless in surprise. I lifted the blindfold, she blinked at the tableau in front of her. Jessie tied and bound face down on the bench, bent over the end with a pillow under her stomach, raising her ass to the perfect height for, well, anything I wanted. There was an angry red stripe on one cheek, Tams raised the quirt again with a smile.

Cheryl stared in horror. "You're punishing HER?"

"Can you think of a worse punishment for you?" She shook her head dumbly. "I can." At my nod, Tams lowered the quirt, came to us, and pressed it into Cheryl's hand. "YOU are punishing her. Until she breaks and says the words, I tell you to stop, or you chicken out, and we punish her twice as much."

Cheryl stared unmoving at the quirt in her hand. I got bored with waiting, stepped to behind Jessie, and raised my hand. She opened her mouth to speak as I brought my hand down hard on Jessie's ass.

"Oooow!" My handprint was a bright red on her ass cheek, I raised my hand again...

"Stop! I'll do it!"

I stepped aside and turned to her. "I thought you would see things my way. Carry on."

Cheryl hesitated, then stepped into my place. She weakly lifted the quirt, hesitated again, then brought it down on Jessie's back. I barely heard it, a tiny red mark appeared under the quirt.

Tams snorted in derision. "I guess she really wants us to handle it. Sorry, Jessie, this will be a rough day." She reached for the quirt, Cheryl jerked it away.

"OK! I'll do it!" She took a deep breath, raised it and brought it down with a smack on Jessie's ass. Jessie obliged with a small cry.

"Pitiful. Harder!" Cheryl tried again. A reasonable effort, Jessie jerked under the impact. "Harder!" This one was a real blow. Nothing like she had done to me, but she was trying.

"Good. Move around a little or you'll break the skin." Cheryl gave a jerky nod, moved her point of aim, and struck again. Another good blow, Jessie cried out and meant it. Another. Cheryl wasn't hesitating anymore, her hand was sure, the quirt went right where she aimed it. 5 strikes. 10. She raised her arm....

"Stop. This side has had enough." Cheryl obeyed, realization on her face, at what she had just done, and what she was going to do next. Tams and I quickly flipped Jessie over and resecured her face up, her hips at the end of the bench, knees wide open. I took a moment to gag her with a cloth wound round her head across her mouth. "We don't want to disturb the neighbors, do we, Slut?" Jessie shook her head and made a whimpering noise.

Tams took over as instructor. "Here." She shone a laser pointer at Jessie's stomach, just below her waist. Cheryl took a breath, gritted her teeth, and struck. Jessie's cry was muffled by the gag. Tams directed Cheryl around Jessie's body. Her flanks, striped with red. Her inner thighs, her muscles straining to pull her legs together to protect herself. Between her breasts, then on their sides, then.. Tams closed her hand on the quirt. "These need special care. I'll do it."

Cheryl released the quirt and stood motionless, Tams raised the quirt and brought it down in two quick, light blows on Jessie's nipples. They surely stung, as did the flick across Jessie's clit, but nothing injurious.

Cheryl was staring at the stripes criss-crossing Jessie's pale skin, her fists clenched at her sides. She stiffened when I rested my hand on her shoulder. "Well done Tramp. Only one thing left to do. Put it on."

Cheryl looked back and forth between Jessie and the strapon. I could see the refusal in her eyes, then Jessie made an urgent noise behind her gag. Tams was already undoing the gag. "I can take it!" Jessie almost shouted, her eyes boring into Cheryl's. A moment later, Cheryl nodded.

"Please, untie the slut, Mistress. I want a good ride." Her voice was confident and sure, she was already buckling on the strapon before Tams responded. I handled her a tube of lube. She applied a good coating to the strapon, lined up, and pressed slowly into Jessie's cunt.

Jessie's cunt was already sopping wet. She could have taken me easily, or any normally sized dildo. This one... not so much. She inhaled sharply as the dildo spread her open more than she had ever been before, then made a little squeal as Cheryl pushed it deeper. No protest, though, she put her hands to her knees to hold her legs open wide, Cheryl pumped in and out, working the strapon deeper with every stroke. Jessie groaned as it finally went in all the way, Cheryl held steady.

"You like this, slut?" Jessie's smile was all the answer she needed, followed by a gasp as Cheryl pulled out several inches and thrust in again firmly. She lowered her mouth to Jessie's breast and teased her nipple, then pulled away to give another thrust. Another, and another. Jessie's head was back, she moaned with each thrust, her breath coming harder and faster. Cheryl was working now, putting her weight into each thrust, as Jessie bucked her hips up to meet the thick member. Cheryl was sweating, drips falling onto Jessies' breasts, onto her stomach, some running down Cheryl's body to mix with Jessie's juices. Faster, harder, Jessie writhed under her, frantically bucking her hips, she screamed in orgasm, Cheryl took that as a request for more, and gave it to her.

Finally, Cheryl ground to a stop, red with exertion, her breath coming in deep gulps. Jessie held her close, whispering endearments in her ear. That was my cue. We had chosen a strapon with a single shaft for one reason - so there was nothing in the way. I lined up, grasped Cheryl's hips, and thrust into her from behind. Her cry was half surprise, half pleasure, I chuckled as I held her tight. "You ready for another screw, Tramp?"

Her voice was tired. "Y-yes, Sir. I can take it."

I abruptly pulled away. "Too bad. Mistress deserves my attention. And yours."

****

Cheryl was a mess. Her short hair matted, my semen dried on her face, chest, and stomach, on top of a layer of Jessie's and Tam's dried juices. A face like a glazed donut, with some chocolate smeared on one cheek. We had given her a nice, filling dinner and dessert, served on a plate on the floor. She had a few stripes on her flanks, and one on her wrist from teaching her not to use her hands to eat. Those hands were now behind her neck, her elbows wide and back arched to present her breasts. Her elbows quivered a little, 20 minutes is a long time in that position.

"So, Tart, are you spending the night?"

Hey eyes darted between mine and Tam's faces. "If you want me to, sir."

Tams spoke up. "Does he want to screw you again? Of course he does. Get your ass in the shower." Cheryl dropped her arms with a sigh of relief, then carefully stood and turned towards the stairs. "Aren't you forgetting something?" Tams inclined her head towards me.

Cheryl turned back to me, and hesitantly opened her mouth. "Sir, could you help me in the shower?"

****

I surprised Cheryl - I washed her hair, rinsed it thoroughly, then soaped her upper body carefully. I carefully turned her under the spray, rinsing her, then drew her to me for a kiss. She responded, I moved my lips to her neck, her breast ... she gasped in surprise as I gripped her cunt and inserted 2 fingers, then started pumping them vigorously. She moaned, moving her hips to meet my hand, and gave another moan of disappointment when I pulled away. I gripped her arms roughly, turned her to face away, then gripped her hips.

"Bend over, wench."

She complied, I brought one hand down and inserted my thumb in her cunt. She was still pretty slick, I didn't hesitate to grip her hips again, line up and press my cock into her well-used cunt.

"That feels nice, cunt. We haven't stretched you too much."

She stiffened, I pulled away and gave her a hard thrust with each word. "What's ... wrong? You ... don't ... like ... that ... word ... cunt?"

I held her tight to me with one hand, reached around to grip her breast firmly with the other.

She squirmed in my grip, then froze when I pinched her nipple. Not hard, but not soft, either.

"I asked you a question, cunt!"

She was breathing hard. "I don't, sir. Ah! Butyou'reinchargeintheshower!"

I released her nipple, and brought both hands to her hips again, gave a hard thrust. "How nice of you to remember." I screwed her hard and fast, she was shuddering in orgasm in a minute or so, I stopped, brought my hand around to her cunt, and started firmly rubbing her clit. She spasmed on me, her cunt gripping and releasing as I drove her to another orgasm, and another...

"Please, sir..." I brought my hand to her breast again, she tensed in anticipation...I gave her nipple a gentle caress. "That wasn't the word 'no', was it?"

"No, sir."

"Good." I pulled out then pulled back the shower curtain to pick up the dildo I had left at the side of the tub. "Put this in your cunt, bend over, and back up to the wall."

She obeyed, bringing the suction cup to the tile, and her mouth to right where it belonged. I put my cock where it belonged, and allowed her to bob back and forth.

A few minutes later, the water was getting cold. I pulled out of her mouth, pulled her away from the wall, and allowed her to stand.

"We're not done yet, cunt. Dry fast, kneel on the bed so I can stand behind you. One extra stripe for every second I have to wait past 1 minute. Go!"

Cheryl was already moving, I dried leisurely and sauntered into the bedroom. Cheryl was exactly where I told her to be, her hands reaching back to spread her cheeks and present her cunt. Tams was sitting beside her on the bed, holding a stopwatch. She lifted it to show me - 57 seconds.

I already had the quirt in my hand, Cheryl yelped as I brought it across her ass. Not too hard, I dropped the quirt and put my cock in her with a smooth thrust.

"You know, cunt, this isn't exciting enough for you. Tams, keep her from getting bored."

Tams immediately complied, climbing on the bed in front of us, spreading her legs, and allowing Cheryl to eat her out.

****

I was dripping sweat, gripping Cheryl's hips tight and thrusting hard. She was on her chest on the mattress, her arms splayed out to the sides in exhaustion. Finally I grunted and deposited my semen deep inside her, then pulled out and wiped my brow.

Cheryl shifted to drop onto her side, breathing heavily. "Are - are you done, Sir?"

I looked down at my rapidly softening cock. "I guess so. Hope that wasn't too quick for you. I'll do better next time."

Tams was sitting on the bed next to Cheryl, she rolled her eyes at me and patted Cheryl on the hip. "Good work, Tart. I think that's enough for the evening. And Cal won't pester you in the middle of the night, even if he can get it up again."

As it turned out, I didn't, and I couldn't. I had been screwing her for at least a half hour, I was *tired*. And sore.

****

I slipped out of bed early. The ladies woke to the smell of cooking pancakes and bacon and came to the table. Cheryl gave me a small smile then sat down with a slight wince.

I handed over her plate. "You did well, Cheryl. Ready for a rematch?"

She thought I was serious for a moment, then caught my completely innocent expression. "Sure, Calvin. We going to hike 20 miles and do it on a mountaintop? Maybe build a log cabin first?"

"Ummm - maybe next weekend. I'm worn out, I probably couldn't get it up with all three of you on me."

"Excuses, excuses..." She reached over with her leg and ran her toe up my calf, then pulled her foot away and started in on her plate.

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