2 comments/ 23821 views/ 11 favorites It's Been Such a Long Time By: Falcinator Simon cut the cards, Christine dealt. Alex suggested predicament poker, which was predictable enough. My name is Jo and I sleep with all of them, quite regularly. Not seriously, not as a planned or committed thing, and we all have secrets from each other, but we are, quite casually, in each other's beds whenever there are no other propositions on the horizon. We have a permanent fuck-buddy relationship that has endured adolescent jealousies, time apart, political arguments and an inexorable drift in the direction of a middle age we are all giving a cheerful finger to from the mid thirties. We are all bisexual, as well. When I said "each other", I meant it. In fact, for one whole year Simon and Alex didn't sleep with anybody else. Christine and I entertained ourselves during that time, but it was too boring for all of us and didn't last. At the moment, Christine and Alex were experimenting exclusively with each other. Normally, that would mean Simon and I became regular boff buddies. But, things just haven't worked out this time. Simon had gone through a rapid string of girlfriends and numerous one-night boys, and I had strung along a couple of boys and a girl, but we were both a little bored with just the two of us and were missing the other two. This night was as inevitable as it was potentially enjoyable. It had been some time since all four of us have been around a table together. The sexual tension in the air could be smelt. "Right!" Christine said as she started dealing out the cards. "All the losers of every hand have to truthfully answer questions set by the winner." There was general ribald laughter at this. "The winner," she continued, "has to remove one item of clothing." There was general applause at that. "These questions," Simon asked as he picked up his cards. "The same ones for everyone or one for each?" "Same one for everyone," Christine replied cheerfully as she sorted her hand. In predicament poker there is no point in betting or bluffing and no point in folding. The only real skill is in what to discard and get re-dealt, and we all turn over together. It makes for a quick game and one that encourages drinking. When we plan on using it as a prelude for sex, we stay sober. Christie had made up several pitchers of iced tea. I thought I had a good chance on the first hand, but Simon managed to pull off a royal flush. "Right!" He said gleefully. "When was the last time you sucked cock?" "Jumping right in, then?" Christine asked with a laugh. "Two hours before you got here." "You, last year!" Alex said. "Last Sunday night, and I am gagging!" I contributed. I got the biggest laugh. "Is this just one item of clothing?" Simon asked hopefully. But he was already pulling his shirt over his head and didn't need the regretful but standard answer he got. It looked for a second as though Simon was going to win the second hand as well, but Christine smugly turned over her cards last and was already taking off her blouse as we stared at her hand. "When was the last time you licked pussy?" She asked sweetly. "One hour before they got here!" Alex said instantly. "Last Sunday night and I am gagging," I said, almost as fast. Simon had his mouth open but laughed instead when he heard me, and had to start again. "Three days ago at lunchtime!" he gasped out. Simon did win the next hand, took his pants off (we all have bare feet inside) and asked when was the last time we had been spanked. Christine and Alex gave the same answers. So did I. "All right!" Alex said. "Less boring questions next time!" As fate would have it, Alex won the next hand. This meant that I was sitting with two boys with no shirts and one girl in her bra. I was rather happy about this, even though they now knew that my favourite sex toy was a double penetration vibrator. Simon's was still a butt-plug, and Christine nominated Alex but we forced her to choose again and she selected a strap-on dildo, which surprised nobody. It was finally my turn to win it next, which was interesting because I was not wearing a bra. I tried to act coy at the chorus of cat-calls but my nipples responded for me. I demanded to know what was the most orgasms they had ever had in one session. Simon lead with two, a little shamefaced. Alex claimed four, and not surprisingly Christine top-scored with seventeen. My personal record was eight, which looked good next to anyone but Christine. Christine lost her bra next round but found out that we all had the same fantasy celebrity threesome of Scarlet Johannsen and Nathan Fillion, and accused us of being boring. Alex joined Simon in underwear next, and wanted to know our favourite chaser for cum. Christine chose whiskey, Simon chose beer and I won a moral victory by saying "more cum!" Christine took her skirt off next, revealing matching underwear ("It is not a fucking coincidence!" she protested when Simon suggested it) and pondered for a few seconds before declaring that we all had to reveal our favourite position for threesomes. "Right!" Simon said, rubbing his hands together. "Getting serious now! On my back, with a woman sitting on my face, and anybody going down on me." "Going hard at a girl who's going down on another girl," Alex declared. Both of those descriptions got me a little wet, and flustered, and I had to endure a chorus of "Come on, don't be shy!" when I hesitated a quarter-second too long. "Getting fucked hard by Alex while going down on Christine!" I retaliated. "Later," Christine shot back without missing a beat. Next round, I lost my pants. "Now, you really should have gone with matching underwear as well," Simon said when my black lacy boy-leg panties were revealed. I ignored him. I was also, unfortunately, at a momentary loss for a question. "You've got ten minutes to fuck a complete stranger," I began, as an old memory surfaced. "What position do you use. Man and woman!" I added as they looked a little impressed at the question. "Both," Alex whispered. "Damn..." "Bent over, holding onto something, while he fucks me as hard as he can," Christine began, "Aaand, fingering each other, up against the wall, tongues locked together, tits out." Damn, that got me wet as well. "On top, face to face, her ankles around my ears, hard as I can," Alex said, "And taking him from behind, standing, against a wall." "Alright," Simon said. "I'll have to go for... Taking it from behind, against a wall, and... 69, her on top." "Later," Alex said, before Simon had even finished talking. "Before we continue," Alex continued, in a drawl, "is there a penalty or prize for first naked?" Christine cackled with glee, and clapped her hands together. "House slut!" she said, which was traditional. We ignored her, which was traditional whenever she said that. "How about," I said, on a simple and completely unexpected impulse, "Every hand they win after that, they have to go down on someone." Everyone else stopped, mostly with their mouths open. "I like it!" Simon said, finally. Alex agreed. Even Christine perked up and agreed to that. "And when we're all naked?" Simon asked. "Do we just sort of have a general orgy? I think we should have an ultimate hand." For once, we agreed with Christine. It would have to be house slut. "And no playing to lose," Alex said casually, as he picked up his cards for the next hand. Simon lost his underwear, revealing the half boner we had already seen through the fabric, and made us reveal that Christine's favourite nipple clamps were the highly scary Japanese clover clamps, Alex much preferred applying them but admitted he did sometimes appreciate good, old-fashioned clothes pegs, and I couldn't see a way out of admitting that since the last time they tested me, I had discovered the joys of rubber-tipped clamps with weights attached to them. Alex gave me a disconcerting look then, which made me feel either incredibly sexy or incredibly scared, I wasn't sure which. As Simon sat there naked, I was willing him to win the next hand, but it went to Christine, who finally lost her bra, both her nipple rings gleaming, and demanded to know how we felt about being whipped. Alex tried to dodge until admitting it was the thing that turned him on most about subbing, Simon still preferred flogging, and I was forced to say it still got me incredibly hot, but I still didn't trust many people to do it. Alex put his hand up. "Can I request a special vote to skip the rest of the game and make her house slut?" he asked. Despite Christine and Simon agreeing with him, they had to admit that wasn't fair, and fate made him lose his underwear next hand. "Orgasm denial," he said bluntly. "Good or bad?" We almost unanimously said "Good, but only if it gets paid back!" With the boys both naked and Christine and I still wearing panties, there was an air of anticipation in the next hand, turning to universal near-disbelief when Simon actually won with a measly high pair. My glass was empty, so I spun it as Simon wet his mouth in preparation. Alex won. He pushed back his chair, spread his legs and said "I'll tell you when to stop." Simon wasn't an amateur at cock, and was one of those beautiful boys who pay attention to whoever they're doing and develops some style. I knew from experience and watching him that Alex was effective but workmanlike, yet watching Simon ease into giving Alex's cock a full-throat working made me so horny I was dizzy by the time I finished, and my fingers were digging into the arms of my chair so I didn't play with myself. Christine looked exactly the same. Alex was certainly enjoying himself, and it didn't take him long at all to grunt "Enough!" When Simon stood up, making a show of massaging his jaw, Christine reminded him that he hadn't asked a question yet. At this point, I was so horny I had forgotten all about that and didn't care either. "Okay," Alex said as he settled back into his chair. "Suck cum from a cock, or lick it off a pair of breasts?" Christine gave a whistle of appreciation at that question, and I went a little dizzy again. "Lick," Alex said almost instantly, his saliva-wet cock gleaming where it lay like a challenge on his belly. "Suck," Christine said. "And then splash the rest on my breasts for someone else to lick off." "Suck, and then splash the rest on Christine's breasts for me to lick off!" I said. "Later!" Everyone said, in unison. Next hand, Christine did lose her panties, and I could only stare lustfully. "You've got a new piercing," Simon said in appreciation. She twirled it with a fingernail. "Yes," she said smugly. "You know how a nipple piercing makes it more sensitive? Oh god, yes!" For only the second time in my life, I considered getting my nipples pierced. "Also," Christine said as she sat down, "Tell me this: Vibrator in the arse for half an hour, or fucked for five minutes?" "Fucked," Simon said, almost instantly. We all knew he wasn't great on vibrators. Alex agreed, but only because he preferred it fast and rough. "Don't make me choose!" I wailed, but I faced an implacable opposition. "Oh fuck it," I said, resigned. "Vibrator. I like drawing things out." Next hand, I knew I was going to win even before we turned over. There was a feel in the room that sportsmanship be damned, fate needed a helping hand. I stood up theatrically to remove my panties, and stayed standing as I pointed at each one in turn and said "Right! You're in a dungeon, and you're the main course. What's your upper limit?" I got the distinct sense that Alex had been wanting to ask me that. "Piercing and blood-letting," Simon said first. "Pissing," said Christine. "Can't stand the thought." "Watersports and the sort," Alex said evenly, looking at me even more evenly. When I sat down, there was an almost electric charge in the room. We were all naked now. The next hand would decide the game, but also the entertainment for the evening. I couldn't help glancing around as Simon dealt us in. He wouldn't mind, Christine was always up for it, I wouldn't mind, and Alex had the least sub in him but would enjoy himself anyway. There was definitely a feeling that everybody was playing to win. My heart nearly stopped when I looked at my hand. I had the 10, king and ace of hearts, and 7 and 3 of spades. I discarded the 7 and 3, and Simon wordlessly handed me two face-down cards in return. Christine discarded one, Alex looked a bit grumpy and discarded three. Simon discarded two, and took two more off the top of the deck. I saw Christine as she looked at her cards, and she couldn't hide the triumphal flash in her eyes. That made me almost able to see my cards and still breathe. I almost stopped when I saw the jack and queen of hearts staring back at me. Well, that was that then. Alex didn't even have a pair, and Simon managed a full house with aces and twos, which he was smug about until he saw that Christine and I hadn't turned over, and were staring at each other stonily. Christine broke first, or at least was more eager to get things started. She had four eights, and smiled a deep and terrible smile for about a second. I sighed theatrically, and threw my royal flush down on the table. "Fuck me," Alex said as he saw my cards. "Oh now," I said sweetly, turning to look at him. "I think that's what I'm for." He looked me up and down with the intense, lustful gaze that never failed to turn my insides to molten iron, and said "Yes, I rather think it is." We moved next door. We were meeting in Christine's house, because she had a house and the best the rest of us could manage was small apartments. Christine had done well, financially, and owned this house, which meant that she could afford to put some effort into customisation. For a start, she had an entire room that appeared, to the innocent mind, to be some sort of gymnasium, but with a very soft, padded floor. "Well," Christine said, as I gravitated to the centre of the floor and the others encircled me, "what shall we do with our pretty little slut?" I was intensely conscious of the fact that two very rigid cocks were pointing straight at me, and of Christine's soft, velvety voice behind me. I heard her step closer to me, and I felt my insides spasm. "Kneel," she said softly behind me. I knelt, with alacrity. Christine pulled me backwards, until I was lying on the floor with my ankles next to my hips. I had always been flexible, and rigorously kept myself so, and they had of course always known this. Christine knelt above me, spreading her knees wide to clear my elbows, and leaned forward to get her pussy properly on to my mouth. I was already reaching upwards with my tongue before she had properly settled, and I was eagerly licking her as soon as she was within range. Her hands settled on my breasts and squeezed me hard and I moaned into her mons, arching up into her grip. She began mauling me, pulling back to pinch my nipples cruelly, right on the verge of what I could stand. Pinned underneath her, my legs stretched back so I may as well have been tied down, the just-pain she was give me was making my head spin and my pussy ache. Dimly, buried in her muff, I heard the men step in and soon I heard Christine hungrily slurping on both cocks, although she kept her hands on my tits. I couldn't get to Christine's clit with my tongue from this position, so I rubbed my chin against it and tried to bury my tongue inside her as much as I could. I could dimly hear her moaning around the cocks, gasping with lust whenever she pulled back, and when she suddenly pulled off me, I made an unbidden mewing sound of disappointment. Suddenly the three of them were standing in front of me as I lay on my back, all three faces wearing the driven, hungry look of unsatisfied lust. Christine was almost dripping down her thighs, and the men were almost dripping with her saliva as they throbbed. "It's been such a long time," Christine said, her voice husky with arousal. "I think we need to do something special." Alex nodded. Simon said "Alex, why don't we tie her up properly?" Alex nodded again. Christine's face split in a long, lazy grin. Alex had always been our best rigger. He practiced. He cared about it, and took great pride in it. We had all been tied by Alex at some point, and I went even weaker, whimpering softly. Christine stepped forward to stand over me again. "Before we begin, you slut, let's be very clear: do you submit to us as our toy, slut and plaything?" I had to swallow a few times before I could answer. "Yes." "And what is your safeword?" They all already knew that, of course. "Penguin." Christine stepped to one side. "Get the bitch ready, boys." The two men hauled me to my feet and half-carried, half-lead me to a box with a padded top, as long but twice as wide as a vaulting horse, and draped me over it, face down. I felt Christine's hands spreading my legs, and then her fingers spreading my lips, then she pushed a thick, ribbed shaft inside me. I clenched around it, automatically, but she pushed firmly until it was buried deep inside me. She pumped it in and out of me a few times, then pulled it out thoroughly lubed and gently pushed it into my arse. Then she turned it on. I remembered what I had said earlier, and moaned in a mixture of anticipatory lust and dread. The buzzing ripped through me, making me spasm on top of the box, my legs curling up and my fingers, hanging to the floor, weakly scrabbling on the sides of the box. "Leave that there until you boys are ready," she said pleasantly. "Let's see how she goes." I squeezed my eyes shut as the buzzing destroyed my ability to concentrate. Then I felt my hands grasped, and opened my eyes to see both men, squatting before me, begin to tie a rope cuff around each wrist. Their cocks were at full tilt before them, futile for the moment, and my mouth watered. When they had finished the cuffs, leaving rope dangling from each wrist, they moved around behind me and began doing the same to my ankles. Christine moved in front of me, knelt, took my head in her hands and began kissing me. I'm not sure which of us was hungrier for the other's mouth, but with the buzzing buried deep inside me, she could certainly concentrate better than I could. Then, as I felt Alex's powerful hands pull my hair back and begin tying that, I felt myself floating, any uncertainty disappearing in the face of an absolute feeling of submission. She pulled back, still holding my sweaty face in her hands. "Good girl," she said fondly, staring into my eyes, still hungry. "You're ready." The buzzing inside me, unrelenting, was the background to everything else as my body was manipulated for their pleasure. I felt a wooden rod placed across my shoulders, and my arms lifted out to the sides. Christine returned to kissing me, but only in short pecks, flirting with my lips as my body sought out the contact, her lips curving into a smile as she teased me. My arms were tied to the rod, out straight to the sides, with rope cuffs just below my shoulders and around my elbows as well as at my wrists. Then my legs were lifted, leaving me lying solely on my belly on the box. My ankles were tied to a point above me, and then my calves securely laced to my thighs. The rope around my thighs was used to pull my legs wide apart. Then my head was pulled back and my hair tied to keep my neck arched backwards. I was in a hogtie position but with my legs spread wide apart and my arms out horizontal. And all the while, the vibrator continued its relentless torture and Christine's soft, wet, lips claimed mine. It's Been Such a Long Time Ch. 02 Author's note: Yes, this is a sequel. The characters are established in, naturally enough, It's Been Such A Long Time. This alters the POV. It also is not a retelling, or a copy of the same story. # "Well, I can't say I'm too surprised. Why?" Alex shrugged as he picked up two sugar straws - he always has been a philistine about coffee - tapped them, tore the ends off and poured them both into what had, until that point, been a perfectly decent cappucino. "What you'd expect. We were getting bored with exclusivity. Our little reunion was really because of that. We had managed to score a couple of threesomes, but not with anyone worthwhile. I last saw Christine a week ago, at Hellfire, spanking a boy strapped to a St Andrews Cross. What about you, Simon? Anyone else?" "What, in three weeks? No. Ah, that reminds me. Do you want a new girl to break in?" He looked at me from over his froth and under his eyebrows. "I use the term advisedly." I took a sip of my ristretto, and closed my eyes to appreciate it properly for a second. Ah, this was why I came here. I could taste the complexities of the bean. There was definite vanilla and chocolate, but some citrus notes as well, which surprised me, to balance it nicely. "I could tell she was bored with me. Fun once, but twice lacked spark. I turned on the domme a bit, but she needs someone harder. She wants, and I quote, 'Someone who can break me properly.' Great tits, lovely legs, hungry pussy. Not a genuine sub, just loves it rough." Alex's eyes gleamed. "Got her number?" "I'll have to introduce you in person. Free tomorrow night?" "Ummm ... Yes!" "I'll send you a text later. No, I don't have anyone else. I've spent a few nights with Jo, after I took her home from our reunion." "I'm glad she's okay. I was almost worried we'd pushed her too far." "Not even close! I don't remember the last time she's shoved my cock in her arse like that." Alex smiled with a particularly self-satisfied air. "Jo just needs to be woken up occasionally. We did break her personal orgasms record, didn't we?" "Oh, yes." "There you are, then." Alex checked his watch. "Fifteen minutes. Do you have to be anywhere?" "No, I've got a free afternoon." Alex kept his face towards me as his eyes tracked the leggy waitress ferrying an order past our table, the bottom half of a tiger tattoo visible on one thigh and her shirt tight enough to outline her bra. "Lucky you, I've got an office to keep running." "Any good secretaries?" Alex gave me a sour look and finished his cappuccino. "Get your mind out of the gutter. I keep work strictly work-related." When he had gone, I leaned back, had a sip of water and wondered if I should get another cup now, or leave it half an hour. The waitress came to pick up our used cups. "That him?" "That's him. Alex. I can vouch for how good he is." Cherie's eyes gleamed as she looked at me. "Hmm, you've had him, then?" "Usually, he has me. He can sub, but his heart isn't in it. What he really wants to do, is pin a girl down and fuck her until she doesn't have any brains left to beg for mercy." "Grr, stop it, you, this skirt is far too short for you to be making me wet like that. Can I get you anything work-safe?" I relented, and ordered another cup while pulling out my tablet to get some work done. # I got home two hours after meeting Alex, strolling in casually with a bag of interesting things to turn into dinner. There were noises from the bedroom. I raised an eyebrow as I quietly put my bag of groceries on the kitchen bench, put my coat over a chair, and took my shoes and socks off. I had left one woman here, but I could hear the voices of two. When I strolled noiselessly into the bedroom, it was be greeted with the sight of Jo on hands and knees, enthusiastically fellating a thick, un-life-like red silicon dildo protruding from Christine's hips. Christine's head snapped around before she grinned at me. "Hope you don't mind me dropping around, Jo invited me." Jo's eyes said hello but she kept her mouth occupied. I took my shirt off and began working on my pants, which were already uncomfortably constricting. "Not at all. What shall we do with her?" Christine grabbed Jo's hair and pulled her off the dildo. "What would you like us to do with you?" "Sandwich, please, Mistress!" Christine pulled her upright and kissed her possessively, keeping one hand wrapped tightly in Jo's hair to control her. "Dick or dildo in your cunt?" "Dick, please, Mistress!" Jo twisted around as I climbed onto the bed. Christine pressed the head of the dildo against Jo's arse. Jo spread her cheeks with her hands and rolled her hips to make it easier to slide the silicon inside her. I knee-walked up to her and needed no extra lubrication at all to push into her pussy, which instantly clamped around me. Jo kissed me hungrily, with open mouth and active tongue. Somehow, sounds of pleasure escaped from the seal between our mouths. We stayed kneeling and Christine and I worked out a rhythm to fuck Jo in unison, while Christine and I held onto each other's backs and pulled us together, flattening Jo's breasts against my chest. It didn't take too long at all for Jo to shudder violently and then sag against me. Jo broke our kiss as her head sagged onto my shoulder. Christine looked at me. "Were you meeting Alex?" "Yes, and letting that girl I told you about have a look at him." "She like?" "She asked me to stop making her wet at work. I gave her his number." "You match-maker, you." "I just can't help myself. Are you staying for dinner?" "Yeah, sure." I glanced at my bedside clock. Jo's hips were making slow twisty movements and keeping me excited. "I don't have to start for half an hour. What shall we do to this slut?" Jo made a happy-horny-demanding sound into my shoulder and grabbed two big handfuls of my arse. Christine shrugged. "I'm in the mood to fuck things. Don't especially care what. Do you feel like coming?" "Yes, I think I do." Unlike Alex, who sees sex as a form of combat and regards ejaculating into or onto someone as the triumphant mark of victory, I don't have to come every time, but Cherie had made me pleasantly horny, and I was feeling like it was time. "Right, then. Hands and knees, slut." I pulled out of Jo and slid backwards on the bed as she bent forwards, her mouth right in front of my cock. Christine pulled out of Jo's arse and moved to her pussy, discarding the condom that had been on the dildo and pulling on another one with practised ease. Jo made a happy growling sound and stretched her tongue out towards my cock. I leaned forwards and let her taste herself on my head before I moved my knees and fed her the whole length. She took me easily and eagerly, trying to push forwards while Christine held her hips firmly, until I felt myself pass from her mouth into her throat before her nose touched my belly. Christine and I began moving in unison, in together and out together. It's always the easiest way to spit-roast someone. Christine was active with her strap-on, moving it around, twisting her hips and using different angles to give Jo's pussy the best experience, while I let her float on the euphoria of those sensations and made it as easy as possible for her mouth. We weren't going hard, so Jo climbed up towards another orgasm slowly, giving me time to properly luxuriate in the warmth and heat of her mouth as her tongue cradled and pulsed against my cock. Christine, never one to take things slowly, leant forwards until she could slide her hand underneath Jo and start rubbing her clitoris. The sounds coming from Jo changed. She began sucking me harder while pushing back against Christine. It was almost enough to make me come, but I held off, enjoying the sex more than the climax. When Jo shuddered through her second orgasm, I was still not pulsing in her mouth. She mewed in disappointment when I pulled out. Christine pulled out of Jo and slid down and forwards onto the bed, ending up on her back, beside me. She reached up and seized my balls in one hand and my shaft in the other, wanking me hard until I gave in and began pulsing. She directed my come onto both her breasts, holding me until no more came out. Jo hungrily cleaned me before diving onto Christine. I climbed off the bed as happy slurping noises began. Christine took the opportunity to slap my arse on the way past. "I'm going to start cooking," I said as I pulled a bathrobe off the back of my bedroom door. "We'll be in here," Christine's languid voice said. We ate naked, lounging on the living room floor. Jo bore numerous fading red marks on her arse and breasts. I ended up sporting an erection for the entire meal, which Jo rarely took her eyes off. When I returned from taking our dishes back to the kitchen, the two women were already kissing again. I stepped behind Christine, took her chin in my hand and tilted her head up until she was looking at me. "I feel like changing things up a little." She shivered as Jo's mouth wandered downwards and latched onto one nipple. "Mmm, yes, Master," she said. "Stand up." I walked her into the bedroom with Jo strolling after us. "Hands and knees." I opened a drawer, thought for a moment, then selected a small, dimpled paddle, which I gave to Jo. I slowly knee-walked up the bed as Jo experimentally slapped the paddle into her palm a few times. Christine licked her lips as I pointed my very hard cock at her mouth. I waited until Jo's first slap made Christine gasp, then pushed into her open mouth. Jo didn't have the genuine dominant streak that would make her a really good spanker, but she had an impishness that keeps you from getting complacent. Christine has a determined, calculated style of fellatio that is not more effective than Jo's deceptive subtlety and honest eagerness, but does feel like more of a challenge. I held off until Jo was settled into a good rhythm and Christine's hips were jerking with every impact, then I abruptly pulled out. "On your side." Christine pouted, but obediently stretched out on the bed and rolled over, facing away from me. I pulled her hands up to the bedhead. "Hold on and don't let go." I lifted her top leg straight up in the air as I slid behind her. Jo took my cock and guided it into Christine's pussy. The heat in Christine's buttocks, from the paddling, was almost as erotic as the heat around my cock was. Christine moaned happily and pushed back against me. Jo surprised both of us by lying down in front of Christine in a 69 position. That would be interesting. Christine could never ignore a challenge like that, but Jo had preternatural skills with her tongue and an unbelievable ability to keep going through an orgasm. I had been going to pound Christine and see how many orgasms I could force out of her, but it seemed much more fun to just taunt her instead. I bent Christine's leg right back towards her shoulders, giving Jo unrivalled access, while Jo pressed her hips into Christine's face with her upper knee raised and propped up on her foot. I felt Christine spasm around my cock as soon as Jo's tongue touched her. I had to close my eyes for a few seconds to luxuriate in the sensation of Christine, always tight thanks to the condition she kept herself in, becoming even tighter. She felt like this when she got close to orgasm. Not even me jilling her would make her clench this hard. I began to wonder if I'd be able to hold out. I held still, deep inside Christine, as she attacked Jo's pussy in a desperate attempt to not come before Jo did. It was an unequal contest. I don't think Christine even noticed that I wasn't actively fucking her. Jo was simply too good for her, and even Jo rubbing her pussy against Christine's face didn't help Christine's cause. I felt the exact second Christine had her first orgasm. It was the same second all the breath was driven from my body. I don't think she could have squeezed me harder with her fist. Jo pulled back only long enough to say "Come on, slut, you can do better than that. I'm nowhere near coming yet." Christine pushed her face against Jo's pussy, doing everything she could to make Jo come. I was wondering if I should handicap Christine a little more with a couple of strokes, but she was gripping me so tight I wasn't sure I'd be able to stay in the game long. I shouldn't have worried. Jo had Christine coming helplessly a second time before even beginning to look close herself. Christine desperately tried to keep up her attention, but couldn't manage it. I shuddered almost as hard as she did. I was being pumped without any stroking. I had to breathe deeply to help settle myself. I was almost tempted to admit defeat and back out, but the thought of Christine being challenged with my cock in her pussy was too good to abandon. "Try harder, slut!" Jo commanded. I stayed. Christine convulsed through her third orgasm while Jo was just beginning to squirm. I could barely hold on. There was no way I could try and distract myself, while buried inside a woman locked in a 69, so I tried to concentrate so hard on them that I didn't notice myself. Just as I was beginning to think I could hold on through another of Christine's orgasms, Jo started teetering on the edge. Christine felt it, and launched a redoubled attack. Jo clearly wasn't going to give in without at least making Christine come at the same time. Jo grabbed my testicles and pulled. I followed her - I could hardly not - as she pulled me nearly all the way out, then rammed me back in. Christine muffled a scream against Jo's pussy. Jo began using me as a dildo to fuck Christine. I was so aroused it was agony. luckily, it only took four strokes before all three of us exploded at once. I came so hard I nearly passed out. Jo did not let up, continuing to use a firm grip on my balls to pump me in and out of Christine, who, with that stimulation added to Jo's relentless licking, seemed to be in a single continuous orgasm. I screamed in pain from the stimulation to my now super-sensitive head, but, since I didn't say anything, Jo kept going until she had her second orgasm, just on the feel of Christine's orgasmic screams right against her. I had been forced to come again, by that time, which was the sort of agony you can't bear at the time but look back on fondly afterwards. Jo pulled me out of Christine, then bent my cock out of the way so she could slurp up whatever leaked out of Christine's pussy. I was still, after all that, holding Christine's ankle up near her head. Jo pushed me back. "Slut, I think you should thank him by cleaning him properly." I let go of Christine's leg as I rolled onto my back feeling a bit weak. Christine, without saying anything, managed to crawl down until she could grab my cock and start licking it thoroughly. I had been softening rapidly, but hardened against just as rapidly. Christine's eyes rolled up to stare directly into mine as she placed her lips around my head and began sliding down over me. I could practically sense her regaining her dominant mindset as her eyes stayed fixed on mine. Then Jo spanked Christine so hard it sounded like a whip. Christine's eyes crossed and she almost bit me. We both jumped. Jo held up three fingers for me to see, then pushed them into Christine while spanking her steadily with the other hand. Christine went straight back into good-slut mode and began fellating me submissively, instead of challengingly. When Jo added a fourth finger, I could feel it through Christine's mouth. When Jo moved to her whole fist, Christine did bite me. The sensation made me come again, almost as painfully. Christine swallowed by habit, then pulled off so she could make unintelligible but highly erotic noises until her hands, bracing her on the bed, curled into fists, her voice went up two octaves and she screamed again. Jo pulled her hand out as Christine collapsed to one side, massaging her wrist. "You nearly dislocated my wrist there," she said casually. "What a good slut you can be." She lay down behind Christine to cuddle her, while I tried to get the energy to move. When I was finally able to get my legs to work, I made us hot chocolate. Jo was chirpy, Christine was still slightly cross-eyed but her hands weren't shaking and she found her mouth with the mug on the second attempt. My phone buzzed. "Oh, it's a photo from Alex." "Oh, yes?" Jo was stroking Christine's hair. Christine was managing to go from good-slut to hamming-it-up-as-a-pet, which meant she was nearly back to normal. "It's a selfie of my favourite waitress, on hands and knees, with a chain clamped between her nipples, holding it in her mouth, while Alex fucks, it looks like, her arse." "What's the expression on her face?" I showed Jo. Christine sat up and put her chin on Jo's shoulder to look. They both whistled in appreciation. "Now, there is a woman being fucked properly into I-don't-know-how-many-orgasms-I-can-take subspace," said Christine, who had just worn that look herself. "Does she..." "I'm sure I can convince her to invite you for a threesome." After that, there was no question of Christine going home that night. My bed didn't quite sleep three comfortably, but after they put me in the middle and told me to like it, I gave in. Christine was the only one who had to be up early in the morning. While she was getting her stuff together, we wandered out naked and posed at her. I held Jo against the wall by her throat and began fucking her, holding one knee up so she was balancing on one leg. Christine called us both some highly uncharitable names as she walked out the door to the sound of Jo's first morning orgasm. It's Been Such a Long Time Then, when they had finished, Christine stood up and left her pussy right in front of my face. My eyes were focusing on the glistening, puffy, beautiful lips in front of me, when I felt firm hands on my legs and the head of a cock pushing into my eager cunt. Alex. I could tell them apart quite easily. Alex would use my cunt as though he wanted to break me, with hard, full, relentless but tireless pounding that was more exhausting for me than for him. "I think I need to cum, now," Christine said. "And you don't get to until I do." As soon as she finished speaking, Alex started fucking me. I know how to make Christine cum. The boys have even used me in the past, giving her serial forced orgasms for their entertainment. She once told me that nobody, not even Simon, could so quickly and reliably make her toes curl. But while Alex was fucking me into some sort of surreal, submissive headspace, my ability to concentrate was leaking out of me, replaced by my mouth being jolted forwards into Christine as rhythmically as one of Christine's mechanised toys. She was so hot for it, and the piercing made her so sensitive, it took only a few minutes for her to grab my hair and scream, shoving her pussy hard against my face and making me wet. "You can cum now, slut," Alex said from behind me. I screamed almost immediately, muffled against Christine's muff, and almost had my orgasm broken halfway through when Alex pulled out of me without warning or ceremony and immediately yanked the vibrator out of my arse, leaving me feeling gaping open. There was sudden cold pressure at my arse. I tried to help, but the position I was in made access difficult and pushed my cheeks together. But it wasn't so hard for them to push a thick ball inside me. I felt the curved metal of an arse hook going up between my cheeks. It was tugged gently until I gasped, and after a few seconds, left in place. They must have tied it off. I experimentally tried to pull my head down, and felt the hook tug against me. Christine knelt in front of me again, and took my face in her hands. "Are you okay, Jo?" I had to swallow down the impulse to say yes, Mistress, and said, "Yes, Christine." "Do you want to continue?" "Yes, Christine." She stroked my brow tenderly. "What would you like, slut?" "Please whip me, Mistress!" She smiled slowly and languid before kissing me forcefully. When she pulled back, I was gasping for air and for her. "OK!" Christine said. Then I heard the winch being turned, and the tension in my shoulders and my hips increased until I was lifted off the box and left dangling in the air. The hook in my arse settled a little more snuggly, but not painfully. The box was pushed away out of sight, and then a hand on my knee made me slowly spin, the room rotating in front of me as Christine's grinning face moved out of view, Simon's appreciative leer warmed me and finally Alex's dominating, calculating, implacable look of absolute control made me drop back into a feeling of absolute submission. Alex was holding two gleaming metal clamps in his hands, each one with a pear-shaped weight hanging from it. I looked at them and my nipples began aching in anticipation. He stepped forward and did not break eye contact until the last possible second, when he ducked underneath me. No matter how long I've known Alex, I'm always surprised by how someone so dominant, and capable of such hard play, can be so tender and careful. It's why he's so good at it, and why I will let him do things with me that nobody else ever will. His fingers toyed with my nipples until they were achingly hard, then carefully attached first one, then the other, clamp, placing it at precisely the right point on my flesh to cause the right sort of pain, and closing it gently, easing it on as my body gasped then sighed, and then letting my nipple slowly take up the weight. I had been hogtied many times, had my nipples clamps even more often and been clamped with weights a few times, but nothing felt quite like I did just then. I was almost completely exposed and vulnerable, but I had never been in such a position while face-down before. My body was tied, bent and secured so thoroughly I could barely move at all. But my breasts, which normally had rope tightly hugging them at times like these, were completely bare and hanging, flattering their size with gravity. And I had never had my nipples weighted face-down, never had them pulled directly out from my body like this, so the weights pulled my breasts out behind them. And with my head pulled back, I couldn't see any of myself, and barely look down to see any of them. It made my feelings of vulnerability, of exposure and submission, that much stronger. I wiggled tentatively to test the bonds, finding nothing loose. Alex cupped my face with one hand. I rolled my eyes down to see him. "How does that feel on your sensitive nipples?" "Fantastic!" I gasped. "Good. How does this feel?" A flogger landed lightly between my legs from below, strands slapping wide over my thighs, my belly, and my sensitive, needy, aching lips, before falling away again immediately. I was still gasping with shock that turned instantly to pleasure when the next lash flicked stingingly across one hanging breast. I had to close my eyes then, to better experience the pleasure, and the third lash landed, swifter and more concentrated, on my cunt again, from behind this time. The fourth landed in my other breast, then they came in quick succession between both breasts, making the dangling weights jerk and dance, tugging my nipples sharply this way and that. I shrieked when the flogger next landed up against my cunt hard enough to sting. "How does that feel, slut?" Alex demanded. "Wonderful!" I managed to gasp out before another slap across both my breasts made me squeal again. "Thank you, Christine!" I can recognise her touch. I can't take anywhere near the punishment she can, but her ability to ride me close to the line is unmatched. Not even Alex can judge me that well with a whip. I heard her throaty laugh before the flogger flicked over my belly and thighs hard enough to sting. I was so dizzy with lust it took me a while to notice I was slowly revolving, my vision panning around the room, as Christine kept working me over. I could feel my skin burning from the impacts, and was beginning to moan in earnest. I was struggling to stop myself begging or even just asking for anything else. Simon would oblige, Christine would play games with me and make me whine like a little bitch, but Alex would make me pay for any request, and make me beg for it. Forcing myself to wait on their whims was making me even hotter. I couldn't even have the illusion of control, while I had ceded it to someone else. I could remember my safeword, of course, but that would mean the pleasure would stop. I was nearly desperate to come by the time the flogging suddenly stopped and I felt a tongue slowly draw up my slit. For one second, I thought that would be enough. The tongue probed me, parting my extremely lubricated lips and exploring slowly. It danced around the nub of my clit, then slid away and toyed with my entrance. It was just the tongue - I could not feel any fingers or even lips. Even with my toes curling and my whole being desperate to explode in orgasm, I could recognise Simon's magic tongue. I was teetering on the very edge of cumming when the touch suddenly stopped. My eyes flew open. "Nooooo!" "Beg for it," I heard Alex say. "Please make me cum!" Christine chuckled. "Say you're our cumslut." "I'm your fucking cumslut!" Then I felt Simon's tongue back at work, at the same time as Christine started flogging both my breasts, back and forth, steadily, setting the weights bouncing and swinging and jerking my nipples until flashes of pain spiked trough my lust like fireworks. "Cum, bitch," Alex said. That was all I needed. I screamed, and thrashed, and bounced so hard my nipples screamed but, at that point, it only added to my orgasm. Simon didn't stop until my orgasm started winding down. That took some time. Then he kissed me. His mouth was covered in my juices. I tried to lick it all off. Then he pulled back. "Ready?" I stared at him muzzily. For what? Then the two clamps were pulled off my nipples. I howled, at first, as the blood rushed back. Two mouths - Christine and Alex, Simon was still kissing me - covered them and sucked and licked them gently until I was quiet and docile again. They lowered me, but stopped when I was at groin height. Simon stepped in front of me, his hard cock pointed directly at my lips. I opened my mouth wide. I was only to eager to repay him. He slid inside my mouth gently, giving me so much time as he pushed towards the back of my mouth and then down my throat that I was getting impatient for him to start fucking my face properly. With his cock buried in my mouth until my nose touched his belly, he stepped back slightly and used the wooden bar to pull me towards him. Then he pushed the bar away, and began using it to swing me back and forth along his cock, fucking my face without moving his hips. I felt someone between my legs, then a thick silicon cock was pushed smoothly and easily inside me. Christine stood there so Simon's pushing and pulling fucked my pussy with silicon as his cock fucked my mouth. I couldn't tell if it was a strap-on or double-ended, but my money was on strap-on. Simon didn't vary his pace. I slid back and forwards, between them, spreading around the dildo as Simon slid out of my throat, then swallowing Simon as the dildo left me. In my mind, I became one continuous tube, my throat and my cunt joined in the middle and the two shafts becoming one, massaging my body from the inside as I slid back and forth along it. The feeling was surreal and dreamlike. I accepted it but felt like so much more than just a passive recipient. Nobody said anything. My first orgasm took me by surprise, sliding up smoothly and taking over before I noticed it had started. Then Simon let himself build, and my second orgasm came while I was impaled fully on the dildo, Simon holding me so he could come into my mouth, just his head between my lips as I swallowed everything I could. They lowered me all the way to the ground, and untied me, massaging my legs thoroughly. I wasn't going to cramp, but I wasn't going to complain about the massage, either. Finally, I was lying face down on the floor, free of all ropes and with the hook gently pulled out of my arse, my arms flung out and my legs spread, and feeling half dopey but half as if I had only just started. "Are you up for more?" Christine asked. There was eager lust in her voice. I didn't need to even look up to know that the men were sporting hard cocks. "Mmmmm," I said as I managed to get up on hands and knees. "Remember what Alex and I were saying earlier ..." They remembered. Christine was already lying down in front of me. Alex was using his thumbs to spread my lips before my tongue touched Christine's. He slowly started pushing inside me as I let the thrust push me into her, my tongue buried between her lips and my mouth pressing into her pussy. Alex pushed all the way into me so easily, my come still lubing me, I barely felt any friction at all. He pumped me a few times to get my depth, then began to slowly speed up. I was licking enthusiastically at Christine, but I let him make any other movements. I was so sensitive from the torment, flogging and then Simon's expert tongue that I was shaking with an approaching orgasm almost before I believed it. Alex was relentless and steady, finding just the right speed to irresistibly turn me into a quivering mess. And every time his hips smacked into my arse, I was jolted into Christine, who gasped. I became determined, through my own fog, to make Christine come before I did. I knew how horny she had to be, it shouldn't be that hard! It became a race to overcome my own pathetic lack of resistance - my inability to hold out against Alex, versus Christine's legendary ability to come easily and repeatedly. I won, by about ten seconds, Christine grabbing my hair, shoving me hard into her and shrieking as she squirted into my eager mouth. She was still orgasming when my pelvis sent an explosion all through my body and I jerked and thrashed on the end of Alex's cock. He didn't stop pumping until he spurted into me. By the time he pulled out, I had come again, and so had Christine, and all I could do was collapse, too shaken and drained by his fucking to do more than lie there quivering. Christine, who needed no recovery, beckoned to Alex. He knelt next to her head and she grabbed his cock with one hand, opened her mouth wide, and began noisily and appreciatively cleaning it. I was lying on my side watching when I felt Simon lie down behind me, one hand snaking around to start teasing my breast. I reached back instantly, pulled my knees up and guided his cock to my arse. The hook had given me an urge I still needed to scratch. He gently pulled out of my grasp, slipped inside my pussy for a few gentle, heavenly strokes, then pulled out and, properly lubricated, pressed against my arsehole. I was so needy I had already relaxed for him, and was trying to will myself bigger as he slowly pushed inside, his cock so hard there was no danger he wouldn't be able to make it. I moaned, eyes fluttering closed, as I felt his full length sliding slowly inside me. He began fucking me with long, gentle strokes, pulling nearly full out every time, as I lay in a nearly foetal position and shivered, his slowly roaming hands keeping a stream of sensation from my breasts and nipples as my eyes stayed glued to Christine. She was jilling herself through two more orgasms as she sucked Alex until he took over and began fucking her face until he exploded into her mouth. She grabbed his balls and pushed him back so the last spurts splashed onto the upper slopes of her breasts. She managed to pump out a little more, and guided his cock down so she could paint her nipples with the last of his cum. The sight must have been the last trigger Simon needed. I felt him jerk, push deep inside me, and shiver through cumming. I was still feeling shaken and weak, and being fucked in the arse wasn't helping, but I summoned enough energy to pull myself off Simon's cock and crawl forward until I could get my mouth to Christine's breasts. I started with long, slow strokes of my tongue, pulling the cum up into my mouth and then lifting my head for a kiss, painting the cum onto Christine's tongue and swapping it back and forth. Then I would drop my mouth for another long stroke. When I had cleaned most of the cum off her upper breaths, I slid my lips around one cum-coated nipple and began gently sucking. I gasped as I felt Alex slip three fingers into me from behind, stretching me, the feeling heavenly despite the pounding he had already given me. He reached his other hand between my legs, his arms bracing my leg and holding me in position as his fingers spread my lips and exposed the top of my clit. "Keep going," he commanded me. "Keep going while I make you cum again." His tone was so certain, so authoritative and absolute, I felt myself halfway there already. I moaned around the tip of Christine's full breast, losing all subtlety as I started sucking and licking her nipple, moving quickly to sucking it like a little cock, opening my mouth wide to get as much of it into my mouth as I could. I was shaking, my arms quivering weakly and my hips only staying in place because Alex was holding me there while he finger-fucked me and rubbed me. I bit down hard when I came, on the meat of her nipple, making her holler and then laugh, then I leant my head weakly into her breast like a pillow, still shaking. "The other breast," Alex commanded. I almost cried. He pulled his fingers out of me and slapped my arse, hard, making me squeal. "The other breast! You will come again." Christine rolled her torso to present her other breast to me, the cum already drying around her erect nipple. I began sucking it dumbly as Alex slid his three fingers back inside and began remorselessly driving another orgasm out of me. I came quickly and soon, the moment inevitable and less a pleasure than a demonstration of how much Alex controlled me at that moment. After I came, he released me and I fell forward, onto Christine, who hugged me as I lay with my head pillowed between her breasts. There was a pause after that. Christine was idly stroking my hair, I was trying to focus again, and I don't know what the boys were doing, but they weren't making a sound. Simon was the first to say "So, what next?" "Slut has a request," I said into Christine's breast before managing to roll my head to look at the boys. I saw Alex's eyes gleam as he looked at me, and his cock stopped deflating and began to thicken again. "Yes?" I pointed at Christine. "Spit-roast her, I need a minute to recover." Alex turned his forceful gaze on Christine. Simon chuckled. Christine smiled lazily. I rolled away from her as the boys closed in. "Which of you wants which end of me?" She purred as she rolled onto her hands and knees. Alex took her pussy. He never tired of his ability to turn us into helpless wrecks, and Simon could fuck your mouth so beautifully. I lay weakly and watched, not even touching myself as Christine was fucked at both ends The night was not even half over, yet.