0 comments/ 36929 views/ 5 favorites Mr. Hunter's Second Chance Academy Ch. 01 By: Vulpesvulpes A few years ago, I decided to start a scholarship program for underprivileged and wayward girls. I am happy to say that, through my program, four young women have been able to go to college so far, with another expected to graduate each year. Furthermore, they have risen above their former circumstances and have entered the world as educated, self-confident, responsible young ladies. Meanwhile, I have enjoyed the company and sexual servitude of some very sexy young women. This is our story. In the spring of 1994, I inherited a small fortune, a large house and over 100 acres of land from my grandparents. I immediately moved in but found that the upkeep was what killed them! Now, I have long harbored fantasies (as I suspect a great many men have) of having a harem of willing, supple young females at my beck and call. Unlike most, I had a newfound freedom and so I set out to make my dream a reality. I placed an ad in several alternative newspapers in major cities that read in part: Mr. Hunter's Second Chance Academy Ch. 02 In Seattle, I had decided to take Jennifer on the road with me and use her to test the other candidates. Besides, the best way to find out if you are compatible with a girl is to take a long ride in a car with her. I had originally only wanted to take in one sub the first year, since I was not really sure what I was getting into. If everything went well, I was going to add a new girl each year until I had a total of three. I would be able to replace each one as they graduated and moved out, thereby keeping my harem fresh. Spending a summer like the S&M version of "Road Rules" however, was too much to resist so I decided to meet the rest of the girls as planned and see what developed. Jennifer did not have many obligations in Seattle and it only took her two weeks to get her shit together and join me in the little coastal town of Florence, Oregon. We bummed around for a few more days and finally made our way down US 101 to San Francisco. The next applicant on the tour was a young woman named Chloe. I met her at the Presidio while Jennifer stayed at a campground in the RV. Chloe and I had exchanged e-mails and she had sent me several pictures of herself, so I already knew what to expect. As I had hoped, the pictures did not lie. Chloe was everything that Jennifer was not. To begin with, she was much shorter at 5'1" and very petite with strawberry-blond hair. She had green eyes, pale skin and lots of freckles that gave her a younger-than-legal appearance. (She was actually 19 and I had documentation to prove it!) Everything about her was cute. She had a cute, innocent smile and cute little pear-shaped butt. She wore a pair of faded, skin-tight jeans and an AC/DC concert shirt from the 80's that all but hid her tiny breasts. As much as I wanted to get to work on her, I still felt the need to get to know her and make her feel comfortable. We walked around the grounds talking and flirting until the sun began to set, finding us at the main gate. I had arranged for a cab to pick her up there. I gave her the key to a hotel room downtown and put her in the cab. As with Jennifer, I told her to meet me there in fifteen minutes. She was also given the same instructions regarding the position I was to find her in. I mulled over Chloe's story as I rode to the hotel in my own cab. She was, as it turned out, not nearly as innocent as I had imagined. Up until six months ago, she had been a Goth girl, her hair had been jet black and the picture on her driver's license proved it. She had several piercings, tattoos and had even done some blood play. She had also been exploring the substantial underground the city has to offer. Narrowly avoiding a world of homelessness, drug addiction and prostitution, she had gotten cleaned up and was looking to make a fresh start in a new city. By the time I had arrived at the hotel, it had started to rain and the wind cut me to the bone. Suddenly I knew what Mark Twain meant when he said, "The coldest winter I ever spent was a summer in San Francisco." With any luck, there would be a little blonde waiting to warm me up. When I opened the door to the room however, I was greatly disappointed. Chloe was no where to be found. I figured that she had second thoughts and I decided to go down to the restaurant since I wouldn't be dining in this evening. Jennifer was supposed to be at the room at 10. Since the room was already paid for, I would just go up after dinner and wait for her. About 8:30, I went back to the room and ordered a movie on pay-per-view. At ten minutes after nine, I heard a knock at the door. If it was Jennifer, she was much earlier than I expected. "Who is it," I called as I got up and moved toward the door. "It's me," a small voice replied. I looked through the peephole and saw Chloe standing awkwardly in the hallway. I opened the door to find her wet to the skin and shivering uncontrollably. "Jesus Christ! Come in and let's get you warmed up," I said, closing the door behind her. I pushed Chloe into the bathroom and roughly stripped off her wet clothes, letting them fall to the floor. I would like to have taken the time to admire her body, but at the moment I was trying to comfort her and get some hot water running. "What happened to our appointment?" I said as I unhooked her bra. She held it in place with her left arm but did not protest as I slid her panties down her hips. "I needed some time to think, so I've just been walking around" "You've had months to think about this," I said, the aggravation apparent in my voice. "I'm scared. I've never been anyone's slave before and I'm afraid you might hurt me. I got kicked out of the place I was staying and don't have any place to go," she explained between sobs. "Shhhh, don't worry about it," I said as I cradled her head against my chest. "Let's get you in a hot shower and then into some dry clothes. You'll feel better and then we can talk some more." With that, I helped her into the steaming shower and went to fix myself a drink. "What the fuck have I gotten myself into?" I asked myself. "I knew I would be meeting some 'wet cats' on this trip but this is fuckin' ridiculous." When she got out of the shower, she looked much better. The pink hue had returned to her skin and the spark had returned to her eye. Her hair was still wet but it now had a healthful shine. Chloe dropped her towel as I wrapped her in a hotel robe and I was finally able to admire her body for a moment. She had freckles on the slope of her chest all the way down to her puffy pink areolas. Each tiny nipple had a barbell neatly through it but the breasts themselves were quite small. Her stomach had a little curve to it and led down to a mass of golden-red curls. Chloe's hips were a little wide for a girl her size but it made her look more like a woman. "I ordered some hot cocoa from room service, I hope that suits you," I said as I guided her to one of the chairs in the room. "Wow, that sounds great," she said, as she sniffed and flashed me a grateful smile. "I've already chosen one submissive and have decided to interview the rest of the candidates to see if any of you have potential. I may not take any, or I may take up to two more. I do however, have some concerns about taking in a submissive who has no place else to go. This has got to be a decision you make freely and not under duress. Since I think Jennifer should hear this too, I'll wait until she gets here to tell you both what I've decided." Chloe and I watched the movie in silence as we relaxed and waited. Jennifer and room service arrived about the same time. I let the girls enjoy the cocoa and get to know each other while I showered and changed. When I came out, Jennifer had shed her wet clothes and was wearing a terry cloth robe like Chloe. Their sexy legs peaked out from under their robes as they sat on the bed and it excited me to know that they were naked underneath. I noticed that they were sitting awfully close and Jennifer had her hand on Chloe's knee where her robe had fallen open. Without saying a word, I reached for my wallet and took out ten $100 dollar bills and placed them in one of the hotel's envelopes. I sealed it and dropped it on the table as I turned to them and said, "I can't take in someone who has no other options. I also cannot kick you back out on the street because of my moral dilemma. Here's what I've decided, and this goes for both of you. If, at any time, you are not comfortable with our arrangement, I want you to take this envelope and leave. This money will buy a bus ticket anywhere you want to go and get you a place to stay long enough to get on your feet." Both the girls took a moment to think about it, then Jennifer stood up. "I'm staying with you master," she said as she hooked her arm around mine and looked at Chloe. The younger girl stood up and wrapped her arms around both of us as much as she could. She looked up and with tears in her eyes and said, "You're the first man to be nice to me in a long time. I want to stay with you too." We stayed in the 'group hug' position for a few more moments and then broke up without looking each other in the eye only to sit awkwardly around the bed, not looking at each other. I motioned to Jennifer that I wanted her to make the first move. Never one to be subtle, she sat down beside Chloe and pulled her down to the bed as they began kissing. In a moment, Jennifer was straddling her and Chloe was on her back. I got behind them and lifted Jennifer's robe to reveal her perfect ass. As my hand began to fall against it, I heard her moan into Chloe's mouth. I spanked harder and harder until her ass was covered with blotchy red hand prints and she was moaning and writhing uncontrollably. Chloe's robe had fallen open and I could clearly see the wetness of her slit. She was obviously excited by the scene and the way in which Jennifer was responding to the spanking. With Jennifer's legs on each side of Chloe's hips, I had plenty of access to her pussy and ass. I took full advantage, rubbing her slit with my thumb and teasing her holes with my fingers. Eventually, I flattened my tongue and placed it at the top of her crack. She shuddered and moaned as she sucked on Chloe's little pierced nipples. I pushed my tongue down over her asshole, between her inner labia and circled her clit. As I did this, I reached between Chloe's legs and felt her wetness. When I felt how hot and slick the little blond had become, I was driven wild with a desire to taste her. I nudged Jennifer out of the way and she swung around so that they could alternate kissing and sucking on each other's tits. I hooked Chloe's legs over my biceps and began licking in earnest. She had prominent outer lips and nearly non-existent inner ones. She was all hot, pink and wet with few folds and little complexity. I teased her tiny clit and sucked it into my mouth, scrubbing it with my flattened tongue. I worked it pretty hard for about fifteen minutes before she started to twist her hips, attempting to avoid the ministrations of my relentless tongue and yet get more of it at the same time. I worked two fingers into her tight, slick hole and I began forcefully thrusting them into her over and over. Each thrust brought her precious release a little closer. I twisted my fingers around and curled them up behind her pubic bone, massaging her G-spot. She bucked harder and I felt her orgasm start deep within her belly, radiating outward like an atomic bomb. I kept up the pressure on the inside of her vagina and sucked on her clit until she clamped my head between her thighs and let out an ear-splitting squeal. Chloe's orgasm was a long time coming but it left her trembling and weak. She took a while to recover but the girls were soon going at it again. After only a few minutes, Jennifer breathed, "Ohhh God, I'm going to come again." The two girls rolled into a classic sixty-nine with Chloe on top. She licked the slick folds of her partner with one finger in Jennifer's pussy and one in her ass while the brunette bucked and squirmed beneath her. Chloe was certainly more dominant in bed while Jennifer was more orgasmic. The little blonde withdrew her fingers and lifted her head, looking at me with pure lust in her eyes. When Jennifer caught her breath, she began licking her new friend's soft, pink wetness. I watched from one of the chairs and stroked my dick as the two girls explored each other. Finally, I stepped in and began spanking Chloe lightly with my open hand. She winced at first, then squealed with pleasure as she ground her pussy into Jennifer's mouth. I stopped before I had even turned her butt pink and slid two fingers into her sopping wet pussy. Jennifer was busy concentrating on Chloe's clit, alternately sucking it into her mouth and flicking it back and forth with her tongue. I pulled my fingers out of the hot little cunt and rubbed them around her anus. Slowly, I let one sink in up to the fist knuckle. "Oh God, Oh God, please, please," Chloe cried as she bucked against Jennifer's face. I thought I might be hurting her so I pulled my finger out. That only seemed to drive her further into madness. "Noooooo, please," she wailed as she frantically reached back and tried to move my hand back to her ass. Once I realized that she was anal erotic, I really started to tease her. "What do you really want?" I asked as I drew lazy circles around her anus with my fingertip. "I want you in my bottom," she said, so softly I almost didn't hear her. "You want me to fuck you in the ass?" I teased. "Yes," she meekly replied. My dick was slick with pre-cum and I pressed it against her little rosebud. She pushed back and the head slipped past her sphincter. I saw her fists ball up the sheets as she accommodated the sudden intrusion. I pulled back to keep from impaling her and to give her a chance to adjust. When I saw her start to relax, I began to slowly push forward. Chloe was too wild with desire to wait and hunched up her shoulders. With all her weight, she shoved back against me, taking every inch of my throbbing member. The feeling of her asshole expanding and sliding down the length of my shaft was almost too much. She was impaled on my dick and I gave her some time to get used to the fullness. After I saw the tension fade from her shoulders, I grabbed her hips and started slowly pulling out. When only the head was left inside, I eased forward again. Chloe pushed back against me and we started a slow but even rhythm. After only a few minutes, something inside her snapped like a spring. She started slamming her ass back against me and yelled, "God yes, fuck my ass, fuck it, fuck my ass, give it to me, God yes!" The feeling of my dick filling up her tight little ass and Jennifer underneath us alternately licking my balls and sucking Jennifer's clit was more than we could take. My dick swelled and I shoved it in to the hilt, pumping rope after rope of hot, sticky come into her ass. Jennifer intensified the pressure on Chloe's clit and shoved two fingers into her vagina, driving her over the edge. We collapsed in a sweating, writhing, heaving mass and soon fell asleep, content in each other's arms. I awoke the next morning to the smell of sex and fresh coffee. The girls were already up and ready for another go. If I was going to survive this road trip, it was going to take a miracle! To Be Continued... Mr. Hunter's Second Chance Academy Ch. 03 Chapter 3: Damned if You Do, Damned if You Don't. I've enjoyed S&M sex since my earliest recollection. My very first memory of being aroused involved an old Piggy Hamhock cartoon (Pigs is Pigs, Merrie Melodies, 1937) where he was strapped into a chair and force-fed by an evil scientist. My reaction to those images was very strong and I instinctively knew that it wasn't typical. I was far too young to understand much about sex and that incident was largely forgotten. Many years later, I read a letter in a Penthouse magazine by a woman who was spanked and forced to wear a butt plug by her husband. I had the same reaction and the die was cast. After that, I knew what turned me on and I sought out stories, letters, videos and magazines that catered to my predilections. By this time, I was sexually active and even convinced more than one girl to play some games with me. Some were more enthusiastic than others but all indulged me up to a point. Unfortunately, none of these relationships gave me exactly what I was looking for in either quality or quantity but I eventually found myself in a position to act out my most perverse fantasies. Several years ago, I set out to document how this journey began and wrote a couple of stories about it. They are published here under the title, "Mr. Hunter's Second Chance Academy". I only made it through two episodes before life got complicated and I didn't have time to write anymore. One should really take a few moments to read the first two installments but the following story will stand alone, even if it is short on background. Jennifer, Chloe and I finished our tour of the country without picking up any more participants. We met several and declined to offer them a position for one reason or another, though we did put a few through their paces. Perhaps, if time allows, I'll write about some of those adventures later. A few candidates failed to show up for the interview and one had the decency to cancel ahead of time. No matter. The girls I had selected proved to be everything I dreamed of and served me very well for the next four years. I enjoyed playing with them, training them and teaching them along the way. One particular evening stands out as an example of the kind of fun we had. I love putting submissives in positions that will cause them to suffer but allows them some level of control, even if it only prolongs the inevitable. On this particular evening, I had decided to put both girls in just such a position. Jennifer and Chloe were instructed to bathe, shave and present themselves to me precisely at eight o'clock. They must have been busy playing with each other in the tub because they bounded down the stairs in their fluffy, white bathrobes at 8:05. They were both gorgeous in their own way. Jennifer's perfect feet and long legs predicted the athletic form covered by her robe. Her dark skin and hair, set off by the white material, made her look like an exotic beauty. By contrast, Chloe's pale skin radiated pink vitality, partly from the hot water of their bath and partly from the blush, no doubt, brought on by their Sapphic play. They approached gingerly, knowing that they were in trouble. I ordered them both to drop their robes and assume the position. The girls immediately dropped their garments, as well as their sheepish smiles and instantly took on the demeanor of penitent slaves. I had Jennifer kneel in front of me with her hands behind her head as I unzipped my fly. Slowly, I withdrew my hardening member and let her pay homage to me. I like a slow, loving blowjob and that's how I trained my girls. Some women suck dick like they're trying to siphon gas out of their neighbor's gas tank. They suck too hard and there isn't anything sexy or erotic about it. Others stroke back and forth too fast, subscribing to the belief that faster is better. Still others are too dramatic and sloppy and they're just hoping you'll be done soon. I rarely like to come in a girl's mouth, preferring her to worship my cock for a few minutes then move on to bigger and better things. I soon tired of her ministrations and moved both girls to the playroom. Our play space is quite well equipped with a bathroom, several cabinets full of all sorts of toys and a few pieces of dedicated furniture. For this exercise, I had Chloe climb up on a massage table and get on her elbows and knees. She dutifully lowered her shoulders and spread her knees as far apart as she could. By rotating her hips outward and pressing her ass back, she gave me full access to her glistening pink pussy and perfect rosebud. I grabbed each cheek and roughly spread them apart as I licked slowly and deliberately from the apex of her slit up to the introitus of her vagina. She tasted wonderfully clean and her skin was perfectly smooth, inside and out. Chloe moaned and wiggled just enough to show me how much she appreciated the attention. I then moved my tongue up to her ass and she pushed back to get my tongue inside. "Greedy little slut!" I spoke playfully as I slapped her right cheek. The blow caused her to lurch forward and twist her hips even more. She loves to be spanked and have her ass played with but tonight we would push her limits. I pulled away and had Jennifer take my place laving Chloe's asshole while I located my first implement of punishment. I hadn't planned on whipping either girl tonight but their earlier tardiness needed to be addressed. "Both of you will be punished for making me wait", I said as I drew back my arm. "Count the strokes for your sister since she's got her tongue up your ass, Chloe." I swung with a moderate amount of force and the suede flogger impacted Jennifer's ass across both cheeks, leaving multiple pink stripes. If the whipping had been solely for pleasure, I would have started slower and lighter but this wasn't about sub-space, it was about getting their attention and preventing further abuses of my benevolence. "One, Master!", Chloe said as she heard the blow and felt her partner sharply inhale. I kept up a steady rhythm until I had delivered twenty strokes. Despite my intentions, Jennifer was more aroused than ever. Instead of crying out with each blow, she was moaning and eating Chloe's ass with ever increasing enthusiasm. Chloe, meanwhile, was mewling and clawing the table in an effort not to come without permission. I decided that it was time for a punishment enema for my little pain pig, Jennifer. A punishment enema is different than a cleansing enema in many ways. For instance, it might be delivered in a difficult position such as standing or on hands and knees. It might include an ingredient to irritate the bowels and might be hotter or colder than normal. A sub might also be forced to take a larger volume than usual or retain it longer. On this night, Jennifer would have to deal with all of the above. To make matter's worse, she would be a party to her own torture. While I was arranging Jennifer into position, I had Chloe get down off her table and make up the enema which consisted of two-liters of very warm, very sudsy water in a bag connected to a double-balloon nozzle. I had Jennifer kneel on the floor in the same position that Chloe had assumed on the table and soaped up her ass. The soap would lubricate her anus to allow the insertion of the inner balloon and produce a nice burning sensation. I inserted my index finger as far as I could and twisted it to distribute the soap. Jennifer whined and tapped her toes on the floor, a sure sign that the soap was doing its job. I couldn't resist inserting another finger and fucking her ass with them while Chloe finished her task. When both girls were ready, I inserted the nozzle into Jennifer's ass slowly but firmly. Once the first balloon was in, I inflated it with a few gentle squeezes of the pump. "Oh, God!" was all she could say between gasps for breath. All this drama and the real punishment hadn't even begun. I tugged on the tubing to be sure that it wasn't going to slip out and, when I was satisfied, inflated the outer balloon. Her sphincter was effectively sandwiched between two balloons and her rectum was full. She would have to take and hold all two-liters of the solution whether she wanted to, or not. Now came the fun part. I had her stand up and connected the enema bag to the end of a rope in front of her. The rope went up and over a pulley and back down to a ten pound weight. The weight also had a shorter rope attached to it and that one went to a handle much like a water skier would hold. The object is this: the slave must hold her arms out straight in front of her so that they are parallel to the floor. This will hold the weight up and allow the enema bag to be nearly at waist level. Little or no water will enter her body with the bag this low. As her arms tire, the weight will get lower, pulling the bag higher and causing the water to flow faster. In addition, the full bag acts as a counter balance making it easier to hold the weight off the floor. As the bag empties, more weight transfers to the arms, making the task progressively harder, just as her arms are weakening. If she drops the weight entirely, the bag will be at eye level and her colon will fill quickly, and perhaps, painfully. A smart, or experienced, submissive will realize that they are eventually going to take the entire enema either way. They will purposely lower the weight and use their limited strength and endurance to control the flow. To prevent this from happening, I also attached nipple clamps to each of Jennifer's tits. She hissed through her teeth as each one bit down on her tender flesh and hers eyes flashed up to meet mine. The clamps were attached to a chain which was then looped around the ski rope. Prematurely lowering the weight would cause painful stretching of her nipples and would likely be avoided as long as possible. I opened the valve on the enema tube and turned my attention to Chloe. The focus on Chloe's asshole earlier may have primed her for things to come but I doubt she imagined the full measure. I liberally greased her up and took the opportunity to insert two fingers roughly into her rectum. She only moaned and threw her head back, hoping I would kiss her. I obliged by grasping her throat firmly in my left hand and kissing her open mouth passionately. I growled in her ear that there was much more where that came from as I let my lips trail across the nape of her neck and her knees buckled. For her torment, I had my victim stand about eighteen inches away from the wall and lean back until her shoulders touched it. Then I had her slide down until her back was flat against the wall, her thighs parallel with the floor and her shins and thighs made a 90 degree angle. Working quickly, I placed a very small chair under her and positioned a very fat dildo against her anus. As her thighs weakened, she would have no choice but to be impaled on the phallus. Chloe loves to have her ass filled but this dildo was as big around as a beer can, much larger than anything she had taken to date and it held a nasty surprise. To prevent her from standing up, a short strap was placed over her thighs and secured to the chair. Since her nipples were pierced, it was difficult to clamp them. Instead, I looped a small noose around each nipple behind the barbell. The string was then connected by a break-away thread to a ring on the wall above her head. As she sank down on the dildo, her nipples would be pulled painfully upward but the thread would break if too much force was applied. With Chloe positioned for her torture, I was free to see how Jennifer was doing. As I suspected, she was struggling to hold the weight up but was managing to keep it about ten inches off the floor. Her nipples were stretched beautifully and the enema bag was near shoulder level and still mostly full. Her entire body shone with perspiration and her face reflected her growing agony and exertion. She had been whipped earlier but I was about to add some new welts to her reddened cheeks and maybe elsewhere. I selected a riding crop from the implement cabinet and landed the first blow on her left haunch, reminding her to keep the weight up. She struggled but succeeded in lifting it a few inches. She did a good job keeping it up as I landed ten blows on each cheek and then turned my attention to her breasts. Five sharp licks connected with the skin above each nipple, causing the clamps to shake violently and torment her tits even further. I grasped a handful of hair and roughly pulled her head back. "Will you ever make me wait for you again?", I virtually spat into her face through gritted teeth. "No, Master!", she said desperately. With that, her arms collapsed and the weight hit the floor. The clamps were brutally pulled from her nipples and she began to dance on her toes as the hot, soapy water rushed into her bowels. Chloe wasn't doing much better. She had taken about two inches of the dildo but was still not at the widest part and her nipples were distended upward. She had reached that point where one's inner sphincters refuse to allow further penetration. I traded the crop for a small pussy whip made of leather boot laces and the fear was evident in her expression when she saw it. Since this was supposed to be punishment, I didn't hold back much as I swung the tails through an arc that landed them on the tender flesh beneath her left nipple. Twelve raised welts appeared where the strands landed. I repeated the act until each tiny breast had sustained ten lashes and the welts overlapped so much that it was impossible to distinguish one from another. Each blow caused her tits to bounce and be painfully teased by the strings. In addition, her bouncing caused the dildo to inch relentlessly into her core. Ten underhand lashes directly to her slit and her punishment would be almost complete. She was sobbing but held her thighs apart as each blow landed, feeling like a dozen bee stings. With the last one, her thighs gave out and she sank down into a squat, forcing the dildo deep into her rectum. It's a bitter-sweet moment when the inner muscles give way. It feels incredibly good when the body finally submits and several inches are absorbed all at once but the sudden feeling of fullness can be overwhelming. Chloe groaned as her asshole stretched to new dimensions and I reached down to strum her ravaged clit. She instantly came in my hand and fell forward onto her knees, breaking the thread holding her nipples hostage. I left her to catch her breath and turned back to my other captive. Jennifer was standing there utterly defeated. Her hair was wet with perspiration, her belly slightly distended from the large volume enema and she had angry red welts on her tits and ass. Her breath was coming in short gasps as she tried to deal with waves of cramps as the bag hung empty. The final humiliation was to have her stand with her feet apart and spread her pussy lips as wide as she could with her fingertips. I lashed her open cunt with the pussy whip, each blow causing her to whip her hair back and forth and cry out. True to her training, she never let go of her lips or tried to shield herself. With the tenth blow, she came violently; shivering, shaking and groaning. When she had calmed down and I finally felt that she had learned her lesson, I disconnect the enema bag and let her go to the restroom and clean up. Chloe was still impaled on the huge dildo and was ready to be released as well. Little did she realize that the object up her ass was inflatable and was capable of getting much bigger. Before I let her go, I gave the pump a few quick squeezes and the rubber swelled in her asshole. Her eyes bulged and she squealed but smiled up at me. She was rewarded by being allowed to suck me off. I had been rock-hard for at least an hour and steadily leaking pre-come so I knew it wouldn't take long. While she sucked, she bounced up and down, fucking her tormented asshole on the enormous dildo. The thought of my wanton slut jamming her sore ass down on that tool was more than I could handle and I gushed rope after rope down her delicate throat. She had won my favor and I slowly helped her up and allowed her to join Jennifer in the bathroom. When the girls returned, they were carrying the balloon nozzle and dildo menacingly. They had decided that I should be subjected to the enema and dildo so that I could appreciate some of what I had put them through. I like to get as good as I give so I was game for it and we retired to the bedroom. I ate Chloe's pussy and Jennifer rode my dick while I took my enema and then I ate Jennifer's messy pussy while Chloe fucked my ass with the inflatable. The evening finally wound down with Jennifer fisting my ass while I fucked Chloe. As I stroked backward, Jennifer shoved her fist into me. As I stroked forward into Chloe's velvety pussy, Jennifer withdrew. The intensity of the double-team thrusting quickly brought me to another orgasm. Chloe wrapped her legs around me and screamed as she came with me. Jennifer did her part by licking us both clean and this led to the girls eating each other to many more orgasms. In fact, they were still going when I fell asleep! Overall, it was a very memorable evening and only one of many. When time allows, I'll try to write about some of them.