2 comments/ 31073 views/ 0 favorites Jillian Ch. 01 By: Speakeasy For Jillian, Carol, Susan, Sharon, and all the other beautiful women I have known. I love you. ********************* You asked about our life… and I’ll bet your interest isn’t in what my parents and brothers and sisters were like, or what schools I attended, or even what I do for a living, so I will spare you those very important details and concentrate on what is, shall we say, unusual about the way we live. Our Home Welcome to our home. A round white, adobe house the entryway of which is actually a room very much like a breezeway closed at both ends… people who enter must go through two doors 30 feet apart… wide enough to be able to give architectural interest with plants and sculpture and flowing water… with a place to store coats at the end near the first door. The left side of the hallway is a glass wall that opens into the kitchen area. The first room you see beyond the second door is a large (30’) round center atrium roofed by a glass and aluminum geodesic dome the windows of which open to let in the air, or close to keep in the heat or cool. Small lights hang at different levels from the dome frame to give a beautiful almost Christmas light effect. There is a waterfall at the far end of the atrium that spills over stones, rocks and plants into the large hot tub. The stone floor is covered with planted areas which makes it feel as if it’s outdoors, and there are several conversation pits scattered in the area with regular living room furniture and area rugs in them. Any empty wall space is bookshelf… filled with CD’s, old records (yes, REAL ones!), books and videos. A large round adobe fireplace is at the end to your left and a huge entertainment center is at the other end. Half of the glass in the dome is a stained glass picture that I had made of one of Jillian’s art works. All the rooms of the house open into the atrium area... it is the living center… the hub of the building. There are large support posts at intervals from which hang large iron rings that are designed to fit in with the decor... to a non-kinky person, they are simply charming because of the "country" architectural scheme. There are also other "country/barn" things... straps, whips, and a very large wooden wheel about six feet in circumference and hanging vertically from a support post in such a way that it can turn in circles. Adjacent to the atrium is a closed and locked storage area that contains our other toys. They are on a rolling cart so they can be moved to any area of the house quickly and easily. The kitchen is completely open to the atrium… with a dining area that is half in the kitchen and half in the “atrium room.” The stone floors of the kitchen match the stone floors of the atrium and they flow together as if it were one room. Behind the waterfall, there is a studio from which I do my work… I write music for several music “libraries” that buy my music for commercials and film production. There are cameras mounted around the house so I can monitor what’s happening outside (and keep an eye on my subs) from my hermetically sealed office. There are also monitors in the master bedroom. There are three bedrooms… two smaller ones that share a wonderful gargantuan bath and a huge closet and dressing area… and the master bedroom. The master suite has a double king-sized water bed, dressers, a large bath and a playroom accessible only through the master bedroom. In the usually locked playroom are toys and devices not fit for vanilla eyes. There is a separate library/studio where we all can relax or pursue those outside interests that intrigue us from time to time. We often invite teachers in to instruct us in whatever strikes our fancy. We have had private seminars in photography, yoga, videography, and Tantra. Sharon wants tango lessons next. We’ll see. She usually gets what she wants. I live there with four submissive women who fit different areas of the life we all lead… Jillian, Susan, Carol and Sharon. They are my wives, people with real personalities that are sexually submissive, but accomplished and aggressive in the outside world and who love each other and me. Jillian (41) is the business head and the mistress of the house. She is blond, with blue green eyes, 5’10”, slim, with long straight hair. She has a private office off the main living area from which she pays bills, tracks investments, and does the promotion and bookkeeping of our businesses. She is also a sculptor and potter, and studies art at the local college. Her art is a beautiful addition to our décor. She sometimes beats me at tennis. OK, she often beats me at tennis. Susan (28) is the housekeeper/cook. She is very creative in the kitchen, which is her main domain. She is black, with hazel eyes 5’6” tall and quite curvy. Besides being a registered nurse, she is also a dog trainer and has a large black standard poodle named Mike (you don’t want to hear his real name; it’s embarrassing), which has won several national championships. We have the blue and red ribbons mounted on the walls of the library to prove it. Her dog training books are found in most veterinarians’ offices. Carol (36) is Asian… lovely slim Japanese, almost 5’ tall with long straight black hair that reaches her waist and dark dark brown eyes that look deep and calm. She cleans, tends the indoor plants (many of which are bonsai), maintains the exterior gardens and lawn, and helps Susan where needed. She is also an accomplished violinist, teaches music at a local college and plays with the local symphony. Sharon (32) is a beautiful red head. 5’6” and a great body. She is a fitness expert with a show on network cable, and travels extensively to lecture and demonstrate her techniques. Her exercise video and books are everywhere. You wouldn’t know it by her infectious and devilish smile, but she’s also our “mom.” She makes us exercise regularly and reminds us when it’s time to get a physical or go to the dentist. We all love each other… in different ways and with different intensities, but it is real and it is love. Soulmates Jillian and I started together without the others. We were/are soulmates and nothing that happens in either one of our lives will change that. I know you hear those words a lot, but in our case, it’s fact. We must have shared many lives together to be so compatible. It was four years ago in February, that I got an e-mail from a woman searching for an old boyfriend who has the same first and last name I do… it happens pretty often on the internet. I sent her back some saucy answer that made her laugh and she responded in kind… we began an internet correspondence that escalated to very intimate exchanges of ideas and innuendoes. Soon we were talking on the phone. We became best friends who could talk to each other about anything with total acceptance of the other. We even cherished each other’s flaws. We lived pretty far apart (she was in Atlanta and I in Los Angeles), so it seemed impossible to carry our relationship much farther, despite an obvious mutual attraction. I fell in love with her voice and her manner. I fell in love with the way she deals with people. I fell in love with her because she is funny and makes me laugh. I fell in love with her because she has compassion. I fell in love with her for a different reason every day. I even knew the bad parts and loved her for them, too. As it progressed, we decided to meet despite the distance between us. I was planning a solo camping trip to the high desert and – only half jokingly – invited her to join me. She accepted with the caveat that her idea of camping out was a hotel without room service. The decision was made to meet at the Los Angeles airport and progress to Palm Springs where we would decide whether we would stay together or not; if either of us decided it would be fruitless, I would go camping and she would stay at the hotel. When she got off the airplane, I was stunned. She was not only the woman I thought I loved, but also a magnificently beautiful woman with a lower lip that begged to be kissed all night long. Her long legs were poured perfectly into her jeans. She looked at me with an intensity I’ll never forget. I knew immediately that she was the person I was destined to spend my life with. She was tired from the flight, so I got us to my car as quickly as possible. If there is such a thing as love at first sight, this was it. We drove the 2-hour trip to Palm Springs nervously exchanging stories about the trip and our e-mails and basically testing the other’s real self. She told me that if I was an axe murderer, to please wait until the end of the week to do the deed because she needed the vacation. We laughed and I promised her I would. We got to the hotel and went up to our room. It was a suite with a nice living area and a bedroom on the other side. As I got her bags out of the car, I made a joke about how long she intended to stay… she must have packed for a month. By this time, we were pretty sure we wanted to go through with it, so we unpacked and then headed for the hotel bar for a margarita and some relaxation. We talked a bit, but mostly just stared into each others eyes, searching, wondering if this was to be all that we had hoped. I wanted her to be as comfortable as possible, so I decided to let her make the move to the room. It didn’t take long. After one drink, we headed upstairs. Even before the door was completely closed behind us, we shared our first real kiss. God it was sweet. My head was floating higher that I thought possible. She then showed me a half dozen lingerie sets she had bought from Victoria’s Secret for the occasion. Shaking, I chose the white one, wishing that I had thought to bring something more enticing than my regular old underwear. She excused herself to go to the bathroom and I lit candles; at least I had thought of bringing them. Then, I undressed and waited in bed. The funny thing is that Jillian and I had brought the same number of the same kind of candles; we owned the same make, model and year of car; we met by accident on the internet; we both loved tennis AND motor sports. There were too many coincidences to think that we had met by chance. We were soulmates. I will never forget the next few minutes because they were among the most beautiful of my life. Jillian emerged from the bathroom, shy, unsure of herself, wondering if I would laugh at her; if she were attractive to me. God she was dazzling. White bra and panties and stockings. Perfect skin, wide eyes that seemed to open into her soul. I stood and told her how beautiful she was and put my arms around her. This, to me was the deciding moment. Finally I was home. I had found my soulmate. There would never be another in my life. She molded her body to mine and we just stood there for a while reveling in the comfort of being truly safe and loved. Feeling soft warm skin and the delicate, flimsy coverings. We kissed and it was electric. Our slow, deep breathing began to match. I could feel her breath, warm against my neck. The touch of it felt like small dancing orgasms swimming across my shoulder. We began to kiss and move against each other slowly, rubbing our bodies together to get the feel of the other person. Tentatively and eagerly becoming more sexual as we touched every part of our skin to every other part. Hands and lips roaming. There was an aura around us that I could feel. Nothing existed at that moment but us. My cock was hard and dripping. Still standing, I very slowly kissed my way down her body, removing clothing as I went, until I reached that marvelous, delicious cunt of hers… musk and spice deliciously combined. It was my first experience with a shaved pussy and I loved the smoothness of her very wet skin and labia. My hands went around and held her ass while my tongue explored her nether regions. She began to come almost right away… my hands held her up because her legs were shaking and couldn’t do it on their own. All the while, I was removing my underwear and then, sitting back on my knees, I kissed my way up her body as I lowered her slowly to my awaiting cock. She gasped a bit when we made contact, and smiled as I slowly entered her. God it was wonderful. Her pussy was the most perfect I had ever felt. Slippery beyond belief and so amazingly tight it was almost more than I could stand. She settled down onto my cock and put her legs around my back. We kissed for a long time without moving. Then she just wrapped herself around me and we held each other without moving. We had found where we were supposed to be in this universe. It was a moment that I hoped would never end, but my cock got the better of me and I started to fuck her. She was very tight and with my level of excitement, it didn’t take long for me to come. To my surprise, she came again at the same time. It was delicious. She then moved to the bed and I put my mouth and hands back on her body from top to bottom and – with an enthusiasm I came to admire in her - she came again. I felt like the most macho guy in the world. She had said on the phone that she didn’t know if she would be multiorgasmic. There was no doubt about it now. I had finally someone that loved me for myself and not for my family or money. She had no idea at the time that I had made quite a bit in advertising and music, and I had a substantial inheritance to my name. She thought I was a struggling actor and writer and she STILL loved me. If happiness can be measured on a scale of 1-10, I had a 15. After her third orgasm we just held each other tightly and matched our breathing. Our eyes were closed. Our hearts beat the same rhythm. It was an amazing phenomenon that I have never experienced with anyone else and I invariably do with her. Five minutes of holding closely and our bodies move to the same universal clock; our hearts, tired of being unfilled for so long, became full beyond imagining. Loving her is the single most beautiful thing to ever happen to me. I wrote her this poem: something in you opens something in me that when our selves combine makes us(iyouwe) far greater than i (times i) ever experienced. thoughts and words come to and from and through this untapped soul that uncloses my deepest me. long standing carefully constructed great long walls of unfeeling tumble to dust & i stand before you naked and open and (finally) free. Other moments There are several other incidents from that week that are worth recounting. Once, when we were out to dinner, we decided to have a drink at the local Ritz Carlton… there is a beautiful view from the patio area of the lounge. The mountains in the distance were taking on their customary shades of red and purple as the sun set behind us. We sat and held hands. There was no need to talk. The waitress, a lovely young woman, said to Jillian, “excuse me. I just have to tell you that your hair is the most beautiful I have ever seen.” I was at once pleased and chagrined. Pleased, because it was true and someone else had noticed; chagrined because I had noticed and neglected to mention it to her. It was true that her hair was beautiful. She had the most lovely light to dark colors in her hair, and it was softly flowing down her long exquisite back. I hoped that it didn’t hurt her feelings that I hadn’t said anything; I resolved to be more vocal in the future. The next morning, I woke early and looked over at her beautiful relaxed face. The cool morning light streamed past the shades and played across her face and hair. It gave it an ethereal texture. The kind you never see in real life, but occasionally see in paintings. I was afraid to breath for fear of breaking whatever wonderful spell was upon my life. She had asked me – as one of her fantasies – to wake her with my cock inside her. I took some lube from the nightstand and covered my cock with it. I then slowly mover her legs apart so she didn’t wake, and knelt between her legs. Then I entered her without any warning. She loved it. Her back arched immediately to greet my cock and she grabbed the back of the bed with one hand and the covers with the other and we rode together to a wonderful orgasm. I’ve always wondered what she had been dreaming about because she was ready immediately. Another time, she wanted to masturbate for me, knowing that I loved to watch. It had become our custom to have her come three times to my once. I can only come about three or four times a day (OK, usually less… LOTS less), but she is – thank God – insatiable. For the third orgasm this night, she began to rub her clit to my direction. Squeezing her nipples with the other hand. I noticed that she kept her fingers to the outside and asked – whispered – if she ever put her fingers inside. She whispered, “no.” I told her that it was a wonderful way to see what I felt when I had fingers or cock there… that it was warm, wet, and silky, and she would love it. My hand touched her hand that was fondling her breast and our hands moved together to her cunt. Her hand was shaking as we moved together down her belly, but she was leading; it was her hand that took the initiative, not mine. We entered her cunt together. She gasped and almost immediately started to come. Her hand pumping in and out along with mine, in perfect harmony. Her cunt pulsed and squeezed; we pushed in together when it squeezed and out when it relaxed. It was a sensual, beautiful moment. Another magnificent moment of the week happened when she granted a fantasy of mine: to be looking into my soulmates soul as we were both coming. As we fucked slowly, we looked nowhere but into each others eyes. Her eyes were locked onto mine, her head stretching back. Her lips were slack and her breathing was slow, beautiful, deep. I gazed with wonder into her soul as we both came. It was the single most intense loving moment in my entire life. The next night she went into the bathroom after dinner – as had been her custom – and returned in an amazing white bodysuit. Incredible lace spread from her bodice to her crotch… and each perfectly formed inch of her was magnificent. “Oh My God,” I said, “You are so beautiful.” I had never said anything like that to anyone before, despite the fact that I had had the opportunity many times. I was simply befuddled that someone I loved so much and who loved me would also be so pleasing to the eye. She pushed me back onto the bed and kissed me deeply as she sat on top of me. I can’t adequately convey the softness of her leaning against me with the lace rubbing against my skin. I was in heaven. As we kissed, my hands explored every reachable inch of her until finally I unsnapped the crotch of her bodysuit. It flapped open and I could feel her wetness leaking down her leg. Leaving her where she was – on her knees above me – I slowly slid down so that my mouth would reach her pussy. My hands reached up under the bodysuit and I caressed her ass as I began to kiss and lick that incredible clit of hers… so delicious I can almost taste it as I write about it. That amazing mild musk and spice that I will always associate with Jillian. After a short time, I could hear her breath quicken so I knew it wouldn’t be long before she had to come. I slowed my pace even as her breathing turned into the “uh uh uh” that she does before she explodes. I teased her for a while and her legs began to convulsed with my every lick of her clit until it was a complete inevitability… she began the long low moan as I began to really suck on her clit. The shaking above me was uncontrolled and ecstatic. I kept it going as long as I could and then just left my tongue there so she could move or not move against me as the moment dictated. I love the slippery feeling of a slow mouth fuck, and that was exactly what I was doing. She continued to move against me until there was one final thrust and convulsion that I knew indicated she was finished with that one. I kissed my way up her body… the bodysuit had miraculously disappeared… leaving wet trails as I moved toward her mouth with mine. As I kissed my way up, her body was also moving down mine until our mouths met as almost the same moment as our genitals. She just kept moving down until I was completely inside her. No thrusting back and forth was necessary as I began to enter her… we slid easily, deeply and quickly into each other until my cocked was softly nested inside her. We stayed like that for quite a while as we kissed, reveling in the amazing oneness that we felt. Jillian Ch. 01 From the very first time online together things went well. Jillian (that's me) had asked the room she was in if any dads were into their daughter's lingerie drawer. Out of the 4 million or so IM responses to the positive, I started to weed out the freaks, bots and weirdoes till I came to Jeff's response: "Her panties are draped over my cock right now. Wanna watch?" I decided to try this one: "Sure – invite me." The grainy cam video opened to the long legs, hard cock and flat stomach of a man in a chair. His body was laid out with his ass on the edge and his face just north of the camera's view. In his hand he held a pair of pale yellow panties, small bikinis with what looked like a lace fringe around the legs, crotch and waistband. The new IM interrupted my view: "Like what you see, Jillian?" "How big is it?" "About 7 and a half. Think you can make it grow?" "How?" "Be her." "OK. Tell me about her first." The panties went over the hard cock, lying like an unpegged tent over its pole, as he leaned forward to type. "She's 16, slender frame, blonde hair, a junior in high school." Now his fist wrapped around the panties and he pumped his cock once. "She a good girl? Slut? In between?" There was a long pause, whether due to the internet or some indecision was impossible to say as the camera scene seemed to freeze as well. Then he was stroking the yellow panties again up and down his cock very slowly. He leaned forward to type. "In between I think. At least one guy has fucked her but my wife says she stops at blowing her current boyfriend." "mmmmmmmmmmm bet you'd like to see that." "My God yes." "How does she dress? Slutty?" "Not really. Normal teenage girl clothes I guess. Short skirts and little tops mostly. She's very feminine." "But you can't get the boyfriend out of your mind, right?" "mmmmmmmmmmmm love to watch him doing her. Would love to catch her sucking him off." "So is this just fantasy for you? I mean you don't really want to do her yourself do you?" "No – strictly fantasy. I would never want to fuck her up. I love her and she's really a good kid." "Good." "Yeah, I also don't want to go to jail lol." "Right." "Be her for me?" "OK, but tell me more first. What kinds of lingerie does she wear? What size are her tits?" "You sound like a guy now." "No way lol." "Well no matter, you can never tell on the fucking internet anyhow. Do you do phone or cam?" "Nope." "Well fuck I want to cum anyhow. Make me cum." "OK, but again what size are her tits?" "Small – 32 A or B cup I guess it depends on how the bra is made. But she's pretty small there and usually goes without at home and in the summer." "mmmmmmmmmmm nice." "You must be bi then at least right?" "Yep! I've been with two girls so far – but I'm mainly straight and have a bf. He's away at college so I get lonely.....lol" "mmmmmmmmmm Jillian be her. Hey, I love that name Jillian – very feminine sounding and cute." "TY" He was still stroking it slowly, bunching the panty material up to the head and then back down. It seemed like he didn't want to create contact with the skin on his hand, so was strictly using the lacey panties to do the trick. It probably gave him the illusion of her body better than straight masturbation would have. "So what does she have in her lingerie drawer? And do you play with her stuff a lot?" "Whenever I can. Lotta guys on here will join me with their daughter's things or wife's panties and we cum together. It's better when it's a daughter's stuff. And it's better when I can find a real girl (!!??) to be her while I do it." "She have lots of nice things?" "Fuck yeah. Her mom takes her to V.S. like all the time." "Kewl mom!" "Well yeah I guess but like I said I think it's turning her kind of slutty. But my wife gives her stuff to make up for not being around much." "Why isn't she around?" "She's an exec in a big 10 accounting firm and they keep those people on the road visiting customers all the time." "Guess you don't get laid much then, huh?" "Well she's great when she's here – but she isn't except about every second weekend at least now when it's so busy there." I could see a wet spot developed on the back panel of the bikinis as he rubbed it up and down the fat cock. It looks like the cock had disappeared inside the panties and the spot was growing from his leaking precum. "So mom lets her get slut-stuff?" "mmmmmmmmmm my wife says it's cute. I went crazy at first but I backed off when my wife got pissed at me." "Wife didn't mind her fucking or giving head?" "Lol a little I guess, but she reminded me of when we started fucking in high school. I think she regrets just having been with me all this time and never experiencing other guys and sex and stuff. So she says our daughter is just exploring and that it's natural in a girl her age. She just put her on the pill right away." "Yeah." "So she takes her out and it's like I can't believe the bras, panties, thongs, teddies she gets her. I don't know if it's really why she's becoming a slut but it sure gave her the uniform to go with it." "lol. But it also got you really interested in her stuff. What's her name?" "Beth." "And she's cute? Hot?" "Well I think she's really hot. She has an amazing ass even if her tits are a little small. A nice slender waist. And she's very pretty. Unbelievable in the summer when I see her in a bikini." "Pic? Of her?" "Aaahh well not on this computer." "OK." "You have pics Jillian?" "Yeah, I'll show you later if this goes well and we get along." "Just one to get me going?" From the look of the hard cock snaking under the small panties, and from the wet spot he'd made on them I figured he was already going. But then I figured what the hell and sent him off one of me topless. While we waited I stopped chatting and just watched him on cam. He looked really nice with strong abs and a nice looking, just moderately hairy chest. I hadn't seen enough of his cock but what I had seen looked really nice – long enough without being huge, thick and veiny with a beautiful full mushroom head. "Oh my God – fuck that's nice." "TY." "Your tits are only a little bigger than Beth's. Nice. And I love your trimmed bush. It's cute nowadays to see a girl online whose cunt isn't shaved." "lol don't I know it." "Yeah. Now fuck be her! I need to cum." So I told Jeff a story. But I wasn't Beth for him. I told him the story instead. About Beth. And me. Jillian. How we meet in college. How we become friends. How I seduce her one snowy night in her dorm room. How we become lovers. How we do 3 ways with my bf. How I can get Beth to do anything for me in bed. How Beth takes me home for the holidays, and how he (Jeff) and I end up fucking in her room while she's out Christmas shopping with her mom. How he has me dress in her sexiest panty and bra set. How he has me use her shampoo first. And her body lotion. How he calls me 'Beth' to wake me from a pretend sleep, and gets to see my little tits almost falling out of a slutty bra as I sit up. How I massage his cock through his pants. And drop them, and suck him off, and then let him strip his daughter's panties from me, and fuck me till we hear Beth and her mom pull in the driveway in the car. How he pulls out of my cunt and raises up over me to present his cock to 'Beth's' lips after I beg him not to cum in my unprotected pussy. How he cums in my mouth and I swallow it all down just as we hear the trunk of the car slam and they begin to bring in their finds. How he dresses fast and begins to run out till I stop him with: "Next time you and I can do this with Beth in person. Don't worry. I know how to get her to join us." And he looks at me dumbfounded and runs down to greet them while I clean up the room and air out the cum and cunt scented sheets. Oh, and get out of her undies and into my own clothes before she comes up to show me the gifts. Well it definitely got to him. I was typing like mad but watching him stroke on the screen at the same time. All the way through he was writing little comments – mostly just standard "mmmmmmmmm"s and "wow"s but half way though as I was describing eating Beth's pussy in her room an "Oh my God I'm gonna cum." And then some "Fuck, you're amazing. Are you really a girl?" and then "Hard again" and then he came again as I was sucking him off from his daughter's bed. I saw the first load shoot into Beth's panties over the cam link, and later saw the second load shoot up over his belly and up to his chest with the panties now lying wet and sticky on his thigh. For a moment on that second cum I saw his face dip into the view of the camera – very nice! Then I shut down the cam as he went off to clean up. When he came back his pants were on and the yellow panties were nowhere to be seen. But his chest was bare which I liked. Again I caught a quick glimpse of his face as he sat down. I waited for him to type. "Fuck that was amazing. You're unbelievable." I waited. "You there? I really liked that you played her lover and that it was us fucking not me doing her." Now I wrote back. "Yeah it adds to the anticipation for you – and me lol." "I can't believe you made me cum twice." "Where are the panties?" "In the sink soaking." "Damn! I wanted you to lick them out for us?" "You mean swallow my own cum? Wow!" "You never have? Don't lie now! Lol" "Well yeah. I have. But with other guys who are doing it too. It's embarrassing in front of a girl." "OK, but next time Jeff. Were you thinking about Beth being a slut the whole time?" "Kinda. But kinda wishing it was true and I really could fuck you." "Or me and Beth. Maybe next time." "Hey Jillian. I gotta know. Are you really a girl? Is that pic you?" "lol would it matter?" "Fuck – you are a guy! I knew it." "Well who knows? But really would it matter?" "Shit I don't know – I came like a firehose there lol." "Yeah even the 2nd load shot up high on your chest. Nice chest by the way." "TY. But if you're a guy..." "Then what? " "Well I mean that's hot too in a different way." "You said you jerk off here with other guys." "mmmm yeah." "And all that picturing of Beth sucking her bf's cock. You like her serving cock don't you." "Oh my God yeah." "Get's you hot to think of a thick cock going in between her slutty lips." "mmmmmmmmmmmmmmm" "Does her bf have a nice cock?" "Fuck I don't know. I've never seen it." "But you'd like to?" Here's where he paused again. The camera went off. I didn't think he was going to answer. And then: "Yeah I guess I would." "You imagine it's a big thick cock riding between those lips." "mmmmmmmmmmmm" "Does he always cum in her mouth in your fantasy? Or ever pull out and cum on her face and tits?" "Both – he's into dominating her. I mean in my fantasies. It gets me wicked hot to see him controlling her mouth and cunt." "And she always swallows or licks it up for him?" "mmmmm yeah. She loves the taste of his sperm in her mouth." "So when you're watching her head bob up and down on his dick, do you ever think of what it would be like if it was your mouth?" "Oh my god yeah. It gets me soooooo hard." "Him cumming in your mouth instead of Beth's. Or maybe he has the 2 of you share a blowjob on him." "Fuck you're getting me hard again." "Well her bf is at least. Tell me about him." "He's big. Like 6' 4" or something. Which is ok cause Beth is tall for a girl. She's almost 5' 8". They're both basketball players. Bill – that's her bf - is in incredible shape." "It's why you're dying to watch them fuck or suck. Your only problem is you don't know whether after you'd rather eat her or blow him – but both ways I bet you've imagined licking his cum up after." "Yeah but how come I'm doing all the telling? I still can't tell if you're a guy or not." "What do you think?" "I think you are. " "But you still want me to make you cum?" "Yeah. I do." "Then meet me here tomorrow night around 9. Have a different pair of her panties. I prefer the bikinis to her thongs by the way. Oh, and a couple of her bras for me. Oh, and a pic – a clean one! – of her. I gotta see this cute little slut of yours." "I don't know....." "And I'll show you the rest of my pics too then." "Maybe." "Be here – remember that part 2 of the story has Beth in bed with us together. So whether I'm male or female there will be pussy for you to lick and suck." "Fuck – you are a guy!" "Be here tomorrow night. Good bye for now, lover." I signed off. He'd be back. So would I. Jillian Ch. 01 There were others – lots of others – that were marking points of our “honeymoon”: street fairs, restaurants, driving through the desert to show her a thousand windmills in the desert and what Joshua trees looked like and lots of sand and rocks… laughing, loving, and planning. We had been together for only six days and had made love 26 (yes, we counted) times. When the last day came, I had to drive her to the Los Angeles airport from Palm Springs. I couldn’t bring myself to make love with her because all I could think of was the impending separation that we would have to endure. It was a long arduous ride back to Los Angeles. We would say things just to be saying things. Repeating communication instructions. Making promises we intended to keep. We held hands and slowly walked through the airport. There was nothing to say. As we walked down the concourse, a man came up to us and said, “It’s lucky for you there’s no such thing as the love police, or you guys would be under arrest.” We laughed, but it was true. I loved her more than I had ever loved anyone in my life and I’m sure she felt the same. We knew that our separating would be for some time because we had so many other things to change in our lives, but we both wanted to be together soon and forever. As she got in line for the plane, she started to cry. Her mouth contorted and her lips quivered and her eyes squeezed shut in agony. My eyes began to swell, but I knew I had to stay in control or they’d have to carry us both out. I walked away before she actually got on the plane. There’s only so much I could take and watching her leave was too much for me. I managed to get to my car before I started to cry. There was to be no other for either of us for as long as we lived. Our first house We moved in together in a beautiful old house that was too drafty and charming. Charming is a word real estate agents use to describe a house with a lot of faults. Our house was very charming. Rather than totally rebuild our house and live in a construction zone for a year or more, we decided to design and build the perfect home for us and for the new lifestyle we expected to embrace in the next few years. It had to be large so that each of us could get away from the others and have a central area where we could meet for playtimes or just to be together and watch a movie. We decided on a central atrium that was surrounded by all the other living areas. The kitchen should be an integral part of that area because the cooking process is a loving one and whoever is cooking should not be separated from the rest of the group. I happen to be a big fan of Buckminster Fuller and wanted a central atrium with a dome roof built of glass and aluminum that would be open to the light. There is one that is commercially available that has windows that open and close automatically to maintain a constant temperature. We chose it. I love living areas with a lot of light. Also, we decided to make it feel like it was outdoors and indoors at the same time. To this end, we combined stone floors, plants, and hot tub with cascading water with indoor furniture and rugs as well as a fireplace and entertainment center. We love to entertain, but here we had a problem of sorts: we have good friends that are “vanilla” and good friends that aren’t. So… we had to build the play areas so that they seemed vanilla while having close access to non-vanilla toys. Hence, the architectural touches: adobe with iron rings, and a large wagon wheel (we decided to have it a turning wheel so that anyone attached to it could be turned upside down to bring her mouth to “usable” heights. This turned out to be an entertaining inspiration. The master bedroom has a double king sized water bed – that is, two king sized beds sitting in the same frame - just high enough off the floor to bend someone over - about 30”. There are large posts at each corner of the bed with the same iron rings attached as “architectural interest.” The other two bedrooms are smaller, but beautiful with a shared bath in between that includes a huge 3 shower-head shower… dorm like, but with beautiful tile work imported from Mexico (fits the adobe/country theme of the rest of the house.) We could sleep at least two to each of those rooms and God knows how many in the Master, so it would be a perfect way to entertain our kinky friends while still maintaining a “vanilla” look. We spent weeks discussing such things as the perfect distance between posts (and their attendant rings) and how many people the hot tub should hold, what size the library/studio should be and whether there should be a separate “serious” playroom that would have equipment that non-kinky homes weren’t likely to have. We decided to have the extra room and that it would be accessible only from the master suite. After all, this was to be a dream house, we might as well dream big! Also I decided that the home was to be as self-sufficient as possible… solar when it was practical and a windmill to provide at least part of the electricity. I took 15 months from 1st design to finished house. Our first night in the house was fabulous. We had no furniture at all yet, but decided to stay there anyway. It was beautiful and eerie at the same time since it was incomplete, but we could picture what it was going to look like because we had talked about it for so long. Tonight, it was just a skeleton... a place in which to make our home. We ran from room to room like schoolkids… laughing, dancing to music from the boom box we brought… finally, kissing by the fireplace and fucking on sleeping bags in a very innocent way. We fell asleep early, holding hands and staring up at the moon and stars through the dome. It was beautiful. Next morning, the movers showed up at 7:30. I made coffee for all while Jillian told them where to put everything. In the midst of it, the people with the new furniture showed up and it became a madhouse of activity. By the end of the day, everything was in place and functioning well… the waterbeds in the master bedroom were full… the hot tub was hot… and the unpacked boxes of things like dishes and books were placed in the library out of sight. We unpacked the rest of the day and slept well in our new bed, too tired to even think of sex. First Kink You may be wondering how we discovered our “kinkyness.” It actually happened for the first time in the midst of our Palm Springs adventure. Jillian said she always wanted to be blindfolded and ravished. As you can imagine, I was interested in helping her to live this one out! So… she dressed in another VS outfit and I found a piece of fabric to serve as a blindfold. I think it was silk, but where we got it escapes me. The candles were lit and there was this incredibly beautiful woman in front of me waiting for my attentions, blindfolded and submissive. My cock has NEVER been harder. I began by kissing her… moving around from place to place so she wouldn’t know where I would touch next. (Later she asked me how I had done that and told me it was an incredible turn-on… I never told her…) Then, I undressed her slowly,,, very slowly, kissing and nibbling her body… moving quickly from spot to spot. I paid special attention to her neck… but that was as much for me as anything. I’m not a neck fetishist or anything like it, but I promise you there has never been a more perfectly sculpted neck in history. This is a particularly sensitive spot for her, too… and while I tasted her neck and upper chest and mouth, my hands were squeezing and twisting her nipples at first gently and then as hard as I thought she could stand. I watched her and felt the tension in her body and listened to her every breath to make sure I stimulated rather than numbed. I later found that I could make her come this way… without touching her genitals at all. I made her lay back on the bed with her amazing long legs on the floor, and told her to squeeze her nipples. She did and groaned. “Harder,” I said… and she did which brought her to new heights as I removed her thong and began to lick the inside of her thighs. I quietly told her to squeeze her cunt muscles rhythmically as if she were pumping the come out of my cock over and over again… as she began to do this, and continued to twist her nipples I coached her… squeeze… relax… squeeze…. I began to lick her inner thighs, moving quickly across her cunt as I moved from leg to leg. Each time I crossed, I would lick a little bit more of that sweet pussy until it was so wet and open; she was dripping on the bed. It was at that moment that I noticed how VERY long her clit is, and how utterly beautiful. When she would squeeze her cunt muscles, It moved outside its hood and almost cried for attention, then recessed a bit until the next squeeze. Since she was so evenly rhythmic, I could predict when the clit would be the longest, and made sure that my tongue would be there to tease it over and over again until she was literally screaming with desire. Her breathing was deep and her groans were getting louder as time went on. By then her feet had made it up onto the bed and – to get more stimulation – her back arched clear off the bed. I took this as a sign of sorts and began to lick her clit in earnest…. my hands cupping and playing with her ass. My beautiful Jillian screamed over and over again; it may have been the longest orgasm on record. I kept it going as long as I thought possible, then Jillian relaxed her legs and lay there like a bowl of jelly. She was breathing hard and laughing at the end of each breath, but my need was the greater now. I turned her over and fucked her from behind… not doggy style, but with her laying down completely on the bed and raising her hips to fuck me as I pushed in from behind. she started yelling, “fuck me… fuck me”. Her feet lifted off the bed and pulled me into her from behind… about three strokes of that and she started to come again This was too much for me. My cock exploded into a thousand little pieces. I could barely breath as my cock spurted inside her. After, we cuddled and talked and kissed and I continued to fall deeper in love with my beautiful Jillian. Kink is growing As we lived together in our drafty old mansion, Jillian and I started to explore sexual realms that we had never visited. We started to play games a bit, usually at her instigation. One of my favorites was on a trip to Tahiti. We stayed at a resort in which the rooms are all round huts out in the water on stilts. VERY quiet and private and romantic. There was this amazing full moon that we could see over the water from our hut. On the shore, there was a group of native musicians playing this wonderful rhythmic music and as we stood by the window and kissed, Jillian suddenly pulled back away from me. I was puzzled, thinking I had somehow hurt her lip or something… but that wasn’t it. She pushed me down onto the sofa and told me to wait where I was… she would be right back. When she did, she was wearing a beautiful full silk dress that blew back and forth as the wind from the ocean came in the window… and she danced for me. God did she dance for me. She moved gracefully with the silk blowing and looked like an angel that had decided to favor me with her presence. Then her clothes started to come off… she turned so I could see her release the zipper in the back of her dress and slowly let it drop to the floor. She was now wearing heels, thigh highs and a teddy and tap pants. Beautiful. She then started to dance toward me, removing her teddy as she did… letting it fall in my lap and then backed away. Next came the bottoms… oh so agonizingly slowly she danced and let them drop to the floor. She was stunning. I stood up to embrace her and she pushed me back down, still dancing to the native rhythms. I decided I should her play this one out, so I sat there, staring at one of the most beautiful visions ever to grace the Earth. She began to play with her breasts… those lovely, small, tasty breasts with the perfect nipples we both love to touch. She was getting very turned on by this time and started squeezing her nipples pretty hard, causing her to gasp and dance in circles around me. When she got close I could smell her already wet pussy begging for attention. God. I wanted her. She stood in front of me, moving her hips back and forth to the music and her right hand moved down between her legs. She brought her fingers up to her lips and licked them like they were the tastiest candy in the world. She then continued to dance and play with her breasts and pussy until she was obviously breathing heavily and needing release. She dropped to her knees and spread her legs wide as she leaned back against a chair for me to watch her put two fingers inside herself and start sliding in and out. She continued to move her torso back and forth as she fucked herself with one hand and squeezed her nipples with the other. I was entranced… mesmerized by the hypnotic eroticism of the moment. I needed to fuck her, but could not move for fear of spoiling the show. She started to make the beautiful whimpering sounds she makes just before she comes. She was in a world of her own… swaying back and forth to the rhythms of the music with her eyes now closed… her lips parted. Hot breath that I could almost see. Then she stopped and whispered, “I hope I have pleased you, Master.” “Yes,” I said, “you always please me Jillian.” There was a story I had shared with her some time ago – amidst our internet discussion days – in which I had a D/s encounter with a young woman –my first. It was obvious she wanted to go there. “Stand and remove your shoes and stockings,” I said to her. “Yes sir.” She did and I took them from her. “Kneel.” She then lowered herself to the floor. I moved behind her and tied her arms together with one of the stockings, then knelt and put my arms around her, squeezing her nipples. “Is this want you want, little one?” “Yes sir.” I took the other stocking and tied it around her as a blindfold. It was tight and secure. She could not see. Her breathing was quite rapid now. I stood up and removed my clothes; I wouldn’t need them any more. I stood her up and led her to the sofa, pulling her down across my lap. She obediently lay there, panting with expectation as my hands slowly moved across her back and down her ass to her legs. “Spread your legs, darling.” She did. My hands then moved to her inner thighs and began to caress them, moving back and forth between her legs and teasing her very hard, very long clit. I put my thumb inside her and found her g-spot right away… it was standing waiting for me… and then I began to massage it slowly and deliberately. Jillian began to moan. My hand came away from her cunt and I slapped her butt. “OH!. GOD” Then another slap and another. Jillian was being quite noisy now. I didn’t hit her hard; just hard enough to be obviously in command of the moment and to be her Master. My left hand moved to her breast and began to squeeze and twist her nipples, causing her to breathe harder and harder and her cunt started to pump up and down against thin air seeking relief. My right hand started to caress her ass and move across her pussy, teasing her with slight touches, which only made her try to fuck the air more. I spanked her again a few times and then put my thumb back inside to make her g-spot happy. Then she started to come… a low moan at first signaled the beginning along with the contraction of her cunt muscles against my hand. This was a deep one. She literally screamed as I continued to play with her cunt, making the muscles contract around my hand. When she was finished, I pulled her onto my lap and held her, kissed her, told her what a beautiful experience it was. I untied her, removed the blindfold and told her to get on her knees in front of me. When she did, I pulled her mouth to my aching cock. Her tongue licked off the pre-come and then she sucked me in completely, fucking me with her mouth, and using her hands to play with my balls and stroke my cock. I was in heaven. I fucked her silky smooth mouth slowly, gently until I could stand it no longer. My hips bucked my cock deep into her throat and she took it all in. I fucked her mouth with complete abandon and I started to come. From my toes. Every nerve in my body was tingling at that moment. I came longer and harder than I ever remembered and my beautiful Jillian took me there. It was our first – but certainly not last D/s experience. Jillian Ch. 02 New Slave Jillian and I had been living together for a while, and my birthday was around the corner. Jillian asked what I wanted for my birthday and I told her my usual “I dunno.” I feel pretty stupid at times like that. If anyone knows what I want, it’s gotta be me… doesn’t it? So, after a few days of pestering me about what I want, she stopped. Days went by and no more questions. I suspected that something was up. The day before my birthday, she said she had a headache and didn’t want to have sex. She promised she would make it up to me tomorrow. I woke in the morning to rustling sheets. It was just at the edge of my consciousness, so I let it go and started dreaming again. As usual, it was a sexy dream, so my cock was growing. When the warmth around my cock persisted after my dream was over, I began to wake a bit more. I reached down and found Jillian’s head was at my waist and I could feel her mouth around my cock. I started to move and she said, “Shhhh… relax… don’t even try to wake up.” She didn’t have to say it twice. I relaxed into it and was getting very hot when she stopped and said, rather loudly, “OK, we’re ready for our coffee now.” I was muzzy and confused and quite surprised when the door to our bedroom swung open and woman wearing a kimono walked into the room carrying our coffee and some sweet rolls. The kimono was very ornate, with huge flowers on a red background. She was small, with delicate features like those on Japanese ceramic dolls. A small smile made her appear to my muzzy state as if a heavenly spirit had walked into our room. I woke from my dazed state hastily and almost knocked the coffee out of her hand. “Happy birthday, Darling. This is Carol. She has agreed to be your slave for the day.” My mind started racing. Jillian KNEW that one of my fantasies was to have a lovely Asian woman to wake me gently in the morning and do my bidding all day. AND she knew about my love of having sex with more than one woman at a time, even though I had experienced it only three times in my life. Oh. My. God. Was it too much to hope that all my fantasies were to be fulfilled on this special – soon to be Holy – day of mine… my birthday? Yesssssssssssssssss! “Carol is your slave today, and so am I.” We will do anything you ask; anything you command.” My mind started racing faster than you can imagine. My ultimate fantasy coming true before my eyes (‘course “ultimate fantasies” tend to change as time goes by.) Tying to stay calm, I kept my face impassive while a billion unbidden thoughts jammed themselves into my consciousness. Is the reality to be as interesting as the fantasy? Will the fantasy be ruined if we do this? Will Jillian be jealous? I couldn’t afford that to happen. Yet, my face showed none of this. I tried to act as if this happened every day of my life and I was accepting it graciously. Jillian, of course, saw through me as she always does and as I turned my head to look impassively at Jillian, she started to laugh at me. I knew she could see my ambivalence and it started me laughing, too. She had called my bluff. She regained her composure and beckoned Carol to join us. “What would you like us to do, Master?” Oh God the pressure was on. “Jillian, undress her and put her between us.” Jillian stood up, her 5’10” frame dwarfing the diminutive Carol. Carol kept her eyes downcast as Jillian slowly removed the kimono to reveal her nude body. She was very small with tiny perfect breasts and her pubic hair was shaved, and as a result, she almost looked like a child. Jillian saw the awed look in my eyes, and turned Carol around so I could see her back. Long straight black hair cascaded down her back and reached almost to her knees. “Carol, have you ever done this before?” “No sir.” Sir! I liked the way it sounded. My birthday was to be a major success. I looked up at Jillian. “Have you, honey?” “No, sir.” Sir again! “Well, that means we’re all in uncharted waters here… and it looks like I’m the captain. Both of you come here and join me. Guest of honor in the middle.” “Carol, were you watching when Jillian was giving me a blow job?” “Yes sir. It made me very wet.” Things were going even better than I thought. “We’ll see about that,” I said as my hand reached her pussy… her very wet pussy. My finger slid in easily and quickly. “Yes, very wet, I’d say.” She took a deep breath and sighed… an almost musical high to low pitch sigh. It was simple and joyous. Beautiful. I looked at Jillian and smiled. “Let’s see how long she can stand two tongues and four hands before she begs me to fuck her. Jillian smiled and her mouth went to Carol’s left nipple. Carol’s eyes closed, concentrating on the wonderful sensations. I started by kissing the perfect bow of a mouth. She was open, soft, and her breath was hot against my face when we separated. I started to move down her body with my lips. She said, “this is a dream come true for me, too, sir,” and began to moan. Her moans and gasps were beautiful to hear. Almost singing, but not quite. My hands and mouth and Jillian’s hands and mouth started to roam Carol’s body. Her breath quickened as my tongue started to touch her clit. She was delicious, sweet and musky at the same time… Jillian’s has more spice in it. I vowed to do a taste test later. Carol started to whimper now. “Please,” she said, “please.” “Please what, beautiful slave?” “Please enter me now.” “Enter?” “Yes sir. Please take me now.” “Do you mean you want me to fuck you?” “Yes,” she screamed as Jillian bit on her nipple. “Then say it.” Almost whispering, she said, “please…” and there was a pause here… “fuck me now sir.” She had trouble saying the word “fuck.” I moved my dripping cock between her legs and just barely touched her vagina… sliding up and down a bit, but not entering yet. She almost cried, “pleeeeease.” “Please what?” Then she screamed, “Please fuck me now sir!” My cock slammed into her easily and deeply with one thrust. I couldn’t believe her small body would receive my cock so easily. It was a bit different, though because it felt as though her vagina stretched only as far as my cock required. She could stretch no more. Her breath caught in her throat and she began to fuck me back. I still kept it going slowly because it felt so good to be inside that tight and VERY slippery cunt of hers. She had the most copious and slippery lubrication I’ve ever experienced. Jillian moved behind me so that she could lick my balls as I fucked Carol. Yow! That was a major addition to my sensual repertoire! I could feel my come surging past Jillian’s mouth and into Carol’s waiting pussy. Carol started coming as soon as I did… and it was a long slow process to finish. Much to my surprise, I stayed hard. Jillian laughed. “Looks like this is a perfect birthday present.” “Oh yes,” was my only answer. I might have thought of something clever to say, but I think most of my brains had fallen into Carol’s beautiful pussy. Jillian said, “my turn,” and fell back on the bed between us. Carol was ready for her, though and started lapping at her cunt right away. Jillian looked into my eyes, wondering if I would judge her badly for this. I smiled and said, “Go with it, Sweetheart. It makes me love you more.” With that, she picked Carol’s legs up and threw them over her head into a classic 69 position. Looking me in the eye, she said, “I’m gonna drink every drop of your come”. All I could do was watch, my hands floating across and between two beautiful women. Jillian’s head flew back as she cried “Unh,” and lifted her butt off the bed into Carol’s face, suddenly pumping for all she was worth. She cried “Unh” for about fifteen seconds and then a long, slow moan escaped her lips. It was wonderful. She continued to fuck Carol’s face, gradually more slowly until her whole body shivered and then jerked a couple of times. She began to laugh through ragged breath. “Whoa,” she said, “whew. Oh my God.” We all laughed. “Can you have a birthday tomorrow, too, Sir?” “I will get fresh hot coffee for you now, Master.” God, it was real. A slave for a day. I leaned back on my pillows and enjoyed the afterglow. Jillian followed Carol into the kitchen. They soon returned together, both wearing my favorite outfit: thigh high stockings, and carrying hot coffee. Could life get better? “Is there anything we can do for you, sir?” “Yes, I said, “both of you lie down on the bed beside the other, I want to check something.” They immediately complied as I had my first real sip of coffee for the day. I then moved over and began to lick Jillian’s cunt. I was right. More spicy than Carol’s. Then over to Carol’s. Sweet. Both with a hint of musk, very clean and mild. I then decided to mix them and taste, so I made them rub their cunts together… they didn’t object. In fact they rather got into it after a while, looking each other straight in the eyes. Carol lay back on the bed with her legs raised almost straight back on the bed. Jillian knelt in front of her and lifted her leg over Carol which raised her cunt to touch Carol’s. They started to rock gently back and forth, wet clit rubbing wet clit. It looked like they were uniting their souls. All of us forgot my silly tasting game as they caressed each other and rubbed their cunts together. Their breathing became deeper and stronger as I looked on in loving amazement. God they were beautiful. Their ass muscles would contract as they moved closer together and the morning sunlight streamed through the window and backlit their hair as well as glistened off the shining droplets of sweat they were producing. I was lying beside a beautiful work of art as two people joined. I will remember every detail of that moment until I die. They got more serious now… alternately gasping and closing their eyes and throwing their heads back… all the while trying to maintain eye contact with the other one. They would catch themselves looking away when it felt particularly good and quickly look back at the other. Then both their faces clenched… their glistening asses tightened and both screamed as they started to come. They kept pumping for almost a minute, milking the sensations for all they were worth. There were many firsts that day. Jillian’s and Carol’s first time with a woman. Carol’s first ass fucking. My first time getting a blowjob from two women at once (and coming on their faces… I don’t know why that’s such a thrill, but it is.). And, most important of all, Carol kept coming back to visit over and over again. None of us could stay away from any of the others. We slowly became a team. A family. Carol finally moved in with us the second week we lived at the new house. Susan We were sick… all three of us. Sometime after we had moved into the new house, Jillian, Carol and I had come down with some horrible virus and none of us could even stand, let alone do anything for one another. It was one of those horrible flu’s that makes it impossible to keep anything in either end of your body and makes you really weak. I called an agency to get a nurse in to take care of us for a day or two. It turns out that visiting nurses won’t go to homes where there are sick people! Yikes! What are they for? Fortunately, Carol had a friend who had a friend that was a visiting nurse who wasn’t working and got her to come to take care of us. We were all ensconced in the big waterbed in the master bedroom (misery loves company) and when she showed up, I was the only one with enough strength to crawl to the door to let her in. It really was horrible. She was wonderful. She helped me back into our room and checked us all out for fever and all those “nursy” things. Then she gave us all gentle cool bed baths and made us drink some water and take some aspirin and put us to sleep. She was a lovely young black woman named Susan who knew how to be a mom – exactly what we needed at the moment. The next morning, she brought us sweet tea and crackers and helped us change our clothes which had gotten rather gamey during the course of our illness. We all felt better by midmorning and started to smile occasionally and calling her “Mom.” She has an infectious smile and a demeanor that makes you love her almost immediately. She stayed six days which was at least three days too long to be just to take care of us, but we liked having her there; she was a delight to be around. During that time, she and the girls had a lot of discussions about our lifestyle. something rather new and curious to her. About two weeks after she left, she called us crying. It seems her apartment house had had a fire and she needed a place to stay and we were the only people with and extra room that she knew and she was sorry she couldn’t call anyone else and she would pay us and blah blah blah blah. It took about three minutes to stop her talking long enough to tell her it was alright and to please come over right away. She did. When she got to our place, she looked as unhappy as it was possible to look. She was carrying a small bag that had practically nothing in it because everything else had burned up. Naturally, there were enough clothes, toothbrushes and whatever she needed to make it through a day or two, so we made her dinner and settled her into the guest room. She took a shower and – sorry I couldn’t help myself – I went to the monitor in my room to check her out. Luscious. She was one of those rare people who looks better without clothes than with them. A little curvier than Jillian or Carol, who were really quite slim, large perky breasts with big round nipples. Beautiful ebony skin. She was lovely. Jillian came into the room and caught me spying. At first she gave me a disapproving look since the monitors are to be used only with permission, but I showed her the screen and she became as enchanted as I was. We stopped watching and went into the living room. When Susan returned, she was smiling and looked totally refreshed. Dinner conversation was basically us telling her that she could stay as long as she needed to. Since discretion is the better part of just about anything, our D/s games did not begin at seven thirty as usual, but we played the non-kinky hosts and went to the living area together. We had a few margaritas and laughed a lot. It was a good time. As inhibitions began to dissipate, Susan asked Carol what it was like to be a slave. I was stunned because I didn’t know she had been told of our arrangement. Carol answered that she loved it; that it was a great comfort to be “owned” by someone she loved and respected. She spent the next five minutes saying such nice things about me that I was really embarrassed. I was also overwhelmed and gratified that she felt that way, especially with Jillian backing her up on everything she said. I got up to go to the bathroom and when I came back, I went to the wet bar to make another pitcher of margaritas and change the music. When I turned around, I almost ran over Susan, who was kneeling in front of me. I was a bit shocked and I said. “Susan, what are you doing?” “Sir, I would like to be your slave. Jillian and Carol said that it was OK with them if I asked.” I looked over at my smiling girls. No question what they thought. “Susan, are you sure?” “Yes sir.” “Do you understand that we all love each other and we all have sex together?” She sighed and said, “yes sir. And I’ve never seen any happier people than you. This house is full of love and I am begging to be allowed to be a part of it.” Do you also understand that Jillian is the Mistress of the house and when I’m not here, you will take orders from her as if it were me?” “Yes, sir, they explained it to me.” I looked over at Jillian and Carol. They were both smiling and nodding. It never crossed my mind that we would expand our family any more than it already was. “I have to tell you that I have serious reservations about having a black slave.” “Those slaves were unwilling. I am not. If there is a choice, it is not real slavery.” “You seem to have thought this through.” “Yes, I didn’t want to leave after I took care of you all, but didn’t know how to ask.” “OK, my love, let’s give it a month. At the end of that time we will all know if it is working. If any one of us doesn’t like the arrangement, we won’t be able to continue. We’ll renew every month until we decide that it can be permanent. Is that clear?” “Yes sir.” “Jillian, Carol, prepare her and yourselves for inspection.” Susan jumped up and all three cheered and headed for the bedroom. Obviously I was the last to hear of Susan’s desire. It made me wonder a couple of things. One… am I REALLY in charge here? Answer: No. Two… Do I like it anyway? Answer: This is the best life I can imagine. Of course, it’s by mutual agreement that I look like I’m in charge, and I am the one to announce decisions I’ve made. But I absolutely know that I am led to whatever decision I make by two – maybe soon to be three of the most lovely, loving, sexual women in the world. I love my life. I got another margarita, then sat on the large sofa facing the waterfall. My prostate was already engorged and – if I squeezed just right – I could feel small orgasmic tingles at the base of my cock. Of course, the squeezing led to dripping, and left a small wet spot on my shorts. When they returned, Jillian and Carol brought Susan behind them and they were all wearing only thigh highs and heels. God, I thought. If this is them leading me, bring it on. Slaves, lead me wherever you want to go. Susan knelt in front of me with her eyes down, her legs spread and her hands clasped behind her back. It was the classic slave pose. I took a moment to survey the scene. Tall Jillian with her light skin and black stockings, short Carol, her olive skin offset by light blue stockings, and now Susan, ebony skin with white stockings. All had matching shoes. This was too good to be true. “Susan, do you know what you’re doing?” “I think so sir.” “We shall see,” I said. I cupped her face in my hands and brought her lips to mine. The kiss was sweet; her lips full, soft and yielding to every nuance of my lips and tongue… she was paying attention to what I wanted at even the most subtle levels. “Stand up, turn away from me and bend over and grab your knees. I want to inspect my new property.” As she did, my hands began to roam her legs. They are firm, soft, and round in the right places - muscled but feminine. Smooth, silky ebony skin so dark it shines, and an amazing, round ass. The girls had put soft white thigh highs on her and the contrast made an incredibly beautiful sensual feast for the eyes. I looked up at Jillian and Carol. Their eyes were widening with lust. There is no way that one man could be this lucky. My hands began to roam across her pussy and there were already glistening drops of come at the edge of her labia. I became fascinated with the look of it. I placed my finger just inside her and then slowly pulled it away. There was a small spider-web of come that stuck to my finger at one end and her cunt at the other. It dipped in the center and the light played across it as it swayed back and forth with my breath. “You’re awfully wet, my sweet.” “Yes sir, I am.” “Turn around and get back on your knees.” She did, without any pause. She was following orders quite well. “You have gotten my finger wet, dearest, lick it off please.” And she did… as if it were a cock and she was trying to make it come. “We run a different kind of household here.” “Sir?” “I don’t humiliate, or cause lasting pain, or do anything to harm my slaves. Of course, there are mild spankings and whippings and restraints, but only as a way of stimulation… a way to an end… and that end is pleasure. You must have an extraordinary capacity to enjoy pleasure in order to live and love with us. Do you understand?” Jillian Ch. 02 “Sir, I only know that Jillian and Carol love you and each other more than anyone else I have ever seen. I want that for myself, if you’ll let me.” “Have you ever made love to another woman?” “Only sort of, sir.” “Sort of?” “Yes sir.” I motioned for Jillian and Carol to join me on the sofa. “Tell us about it.” She turned red (REALLY red… the contrast of dark red on her black skin was stunning… and her vulnerability a that moment was enormously seductive) and hesitated. Her courage returned and she started to talk. “It was during my sophomore year in college.” Jillian was now seated on one side of me and Carol on the other. They were seated with their legs slightly apart and their hands in their laps awaiting orders from me. “Don’t leave out any of the details.” “Yes sir. I was sharing an apartment with 2 other girls. One named Judy and the other named Phyllis. Phyllis was away for the weekend so it was just me and Judy. Judy always struck me as a bit weird back then, but she was a good and genuine friend so we overlooked the bizarre haircut and strange tastes in men. I had been seeing this guy named Tony and we had just started having sex with each other. I was always self-conscious when he was at our apartment. I would never do anything if my roommates were there, even if they were asleep. So, on this weekend when Phyllis was away, Judy was also out, I thought, for the night. Tony was over and after we had dinner out, he and I got started in my bedroom. Tony wasn't that good in bed, but we did have sex that night, maybe even more than once. Well, I was red with embarrassment when Tony started to leave at about midnight, Judy was there! Tony left, feeling like the cat that ate the canary. He had long been bothered by my attitude towards my roommates. “After Tony left, Judy came into my room. I remember, I was wearing a long tee-shirt and nothing else. She was very apologetic, apologizing for coming home early (she knew how I felt) and for hearing what was going on (I've always been loud when I'm having a good time, even with Tony). Well, I sat there trying to explain that I was embarrassed and was sort of shy to ask what she had heard. She said she had been there for over an hour and had heard pretty much everything (how I wanted Tony to 'push it in my mouth', etc.). I must have turned 5 shades of red. Well, she just sat there smiling! After a few minutes of this discussing what she'd heard I realized, that she wasn't at all upset, matter of fact she had a little smile on her face. Now, Tony and I had been drinking and smoking pot for a good part of the night, so I was still very buzzed at this point. So, we start to push what she'd heard and seen to the side and we started chatting about what Judy had been up to earlier, etc. She's telling me why her plans had been cancelled when I start to feel Tony's semen oozing out of me! So, I start squirming around trying to act casual but at the same time, trying to speed up Judy's story so I could run to the bathroom or at least grab some tissues. She didn't move though and soon, well, I had to do something so I just said "can you excuse me for a minute". My mouth just dropped open when she didn't bat an eye and just said "oh here, let me help you"! And with that she just reached over and grabbed a few tissues out of the box at on the nightstand and she handed them to me. I may have been a little buzzed but this was too much so I just said to her "really, I need to go use the bathroom". She just sat there and said "I know why you're running out - but you don't have to!" Before I could say another word, she continued "Look Sue, I know that you and Tony had sex and that you're probably all wet now and want to clean up.". She looked like it had taken all her nerve to say that much so she quickly mumbled out the rest of "but, well, I'm sort of attracted to you and right now, I'd like to help you, if you understand." At that moment I understood both that she'd been drinking earlier and that she 'wanted me'. I was stunned. I mean we'd all seen each other nude before - one of us would be in the shower while the other was washing up, etc. So I just looked at her and said "are you saying you want to help me wash up?!". All she could do was nod her head. Now, being 20 was a great age because, well, you just did things without really thinking about it. In the flash of a moment – all sorts of thoughts and memories flooded through my mind - yes, there had been signs that Judy could have been gay or at least curious – the time she barged into the bathroom while I was getting changed and made an excuse about something. The stares I got as I blow dried my hair in my bra and panties. It all suddenly made sense. And I guess with the alcohol and pot still in me, my inhibitions were down - AND Tony had been less than wonderful that night. “Yes - you guessed it - like I said, I guess I was pretty wasted back then. I just closed my eyes, lay back against the pillow and said "go ahead". Next thing I feel is my tee-shirt coming up over my thighs and I feel Judy's hands on my skin. I peered through my closed eyes to see her just staring very intently. I still had my legs closed together so all she could see was the little triangle of pubic hair. I closed my eyes again and fought my instinct to scream and run from the room. I felt her hands on my thighs and then, gentle pressure to spread them. I resisted for just a second and then thought it might be interesting. Judy pushed my legs apart and I took a deep breath and turned my head to one side - I knew she was looking at my now exposed sex. I heard her breathing heavy and I knew this wasn't the first time she'd done something like this with another woman (or she'd have been trembling like I was!) - her hands felt so calm and reassuring. Then I heard her say "Sue, you're beautiful" and I knew she was looking right between my legs! She ran her hands up the inside of my thighs so gently that it actually relaxed me, then I felt her hands more forcefully pushing my legs apart. Then I felt something that partially made me feel sick and partially gave me an erotic chill – I felt my sticky labia open up. I knew, with that sensation, that Judy was now seeing everything. I can remember thoughts going through my mind not only about her seeing me like this but about what she was probably seeing - even now I can think back to that night and wonder if she could see Tony's cum in me! “The next thing I knew, she had the bunch of tissues in her hand and she was gently blotting against my open vagina - all the while she was whispering things like "my pretty" and "oh so sweet". I still had my eyes closed and my head turned but it did feel nice - her gentle touch. Then I got an electric-like shock that caused me to sit upright immediately - she had removed the tissues and had placed her hand directly against my exposed mound and I felt one finger starting to gently probe me. When I looked down, her face was just inches away from me and her hands were opening me up and caressing me. “I had to fight the opposing feelings - one was incredible desire to let her continue, the other was the dread of being with another woman almost against my will. Instead of reacting either way, I just lay still. Her fingers were so slender that I barely recognized the sensation when she inserted one into me. Through my squinting eyes though, I could see her lick off her finger and then move in even closer. “Then I heard her ask me, almost inaudibly ‘can I?’ And that was all she asked. I didn't dare respond so she asked again, this time with even more feeling. I just nodded slowly. And a second later, I felt something that I've never felt again - I felt another woman’s tongue against my vulva. I felt her tongue parting my lips and probing inside me. I could still feel Tony’s semen in me and I knew that Judy was tasting it too - and for some reason, that got me excited. Excited that is, until I remembered it was Judy doing this to me. I fought her mentally until I could no longer and then I just lay there - motionless, but receiving. I felt her hands pulling me open and her tongue dancing from my clit to my hot hole and back again. I tried to fight it, but soon, as only a woman can know, she made my body react. And within moments, I found myself in a full fledged orgasm the likes of which Tony never knew… it wouldn't be until several years later that I ever experienced such an orgasm again. When I had finally come down, Judy just pulled down my tee-shirt and left the room. I was too scared to leave the room and just turned over and went to sleep.” “Did it ever happen again?” “No sir, the next morning was very very awkward to say the least. Judy seemed to not know what to say, so I just told her that while I guess I had enjoyed what she'd done last night, I also felt very guilty about having felt that way with another woman and that I really didn't want to talk about it much. I also told her that I didn't want it to occur again and I didn’t want it to come between us as friends.” “Do you think you’d feel the same way after a night with us?” “No.” she paused and remembered. “sir.” She started to weep. Tears ran down her cheeks and dropped onto her breasts. “Carol, come here.” She did. I kissed the tears from her face. “Why are you crying?” “It’s just that I don’t know what I’m doing and I want to do it right.” “Darling, there is nothing you can do wrong from now on. I will tell you what to do and how to do it.” She sniffed and her face lit up somewhat. I took her face in my hands and kissed her deeply. Then I kissed the tears from her face. Jillian and Carol were squirming in their seats by now, and so was I. Susan’s beautiful ebony skin was actually turning red as I spoke. “Jillian, Carol, undress me.” I stood and they removed my clothes. My cock was standing at full mast and dripping. “Susan, it will be your job tonight to give us all pleasure. There will be no restraints or punishments. You will do only what you want, but refusing an order means we’d have trouble taking you in. Later, we will see if you also have the capacity for receiving pleasure that I suspect you do.” “Yes sir.” I pulled her head to my cock. “You will start with me.” And she did. She used her hands and mouth on me so expertly that I was surprised it took as long as it did for me to come, but she had the knack of taking me to a peak and backing off, then another peak a little higher and did it over and over again until I exploded into her mouth. Her lips were thick and strong and she knew how to use them. I may have screamed when I came, because all the girls gasped when it happened. All I know is that I saw stars. “Now, my beautiful new slave, you will do the same for your new mistress, Jillian. Jillian scooted forward in her seat and spread her legs to give Susan complete access as Susan crawled over to her. There was just a moments hesitation as Susan’s mouth approached Jillian’s cunt. Jillian grabbed the back of her head and pulled her to her pussy. Then Susan’s hands went under Jillian’s legs and she lifted them onto her shoulders. Her tongue and lips started on Jillian’s thighs and moved quickly to the already very wet clit in front of her. Susan’s tongue was large and long. Carol and I held each other and watched, fascinated as Susan snaked her tongue inside Jillian and back out again. Jillian arched her back and started to pull on her own nipples, groaning as Susan continued to arouse and back off over and over again. Soon, Jillian’s legs were pointing straight out over Susan’s shoulders, her toes curled up and tense and her hips bucking up and down almost convulsively. She started to scream with the beginnings of an orgasm and Susan took her there as hard and fast as she could. Jillian was shaking all over and groaning "yes yes yes, fuck me with that big tongue...” By this time, Carol was already shaking with anticipation. “Carol, darling, go get the big strap-on.” “Yes sir!” She ran to the storage area and came back very quickly. “Now fit it onto Susan.” I don’t think Susan had ever seen anything like it before. She appeared puzzled at first, but the shape of it made it obvious what was going to happen and she started to smile. She stood there with a huge cock sticking out in front of her. It was one of those that had been molded on some big porn stars cock and was absolutely huge. I told Susan to lie down on her back. She did. “Carol, I think you know what to do.” “Yes sir,” She laughed hoarsely, “I know.” Shaking, she settled onto the dildo and Susan started to pump up into her. Carol was so wet and hot that it took no time at all for that huge thing to settle completely inside her and Susan began to fuck her in earnest. Susan’s hands moved to Carol’s beautiful little breasts and Carol lay down over her and began to suckle Susan’s larger, beautiful nipples. They were in their own private little heaven. I stood Jillian up and held her closely as we watched these two beautiful women fuck passionately. Jillian’s hand strayed to my dripping half hard cock and made it fully hard again rather quickly. I gently twisted her nipples and played with her clit. Both of us were just keeping the other at a therapeutic level until we could join the action again. Carol started to come. She was groaning “Ah ah ah ah.” Over and over again until the final big “Ahhhhhhhh” that signaled her release. She was panting as she rolled off Susan and stared at the ceiling. Susan was also panting by this time. She was very hot after making all the rest of us come with no release of her own. “Get on your hands and knees, Jillian” I didn’t have to say it twice. “Susan, I think you know what to do now.” She did. She moved behind Jillian and started to fuck her doggie style. Jillian loved it. So did Susan actually, I could tell she was getting very hot. She was licking her lips and moving her hands all over Jillian’s body and pumping for all she was worth. I knelt down behind Susan and motioned for Carol to get on the other side of Jillian. Our hands started to caress Susan and Jillian both. This served to increase the passion level of the two fucking members of our family and the tempo and intensity increased substantially. I looked at Susan’s cunt and it was literally dripping down her legs and she gave powerful thrust after powerful thrust into Jillian. Then Jillian stopped breathing. Her head lowered to the floor to get more of the plastic cock inside her. Her legs bent at the knees and she brought her heels up to Susan’s butt and pulled her closer. She stopped moving and let Susan move. And the contractions started. Every muscle in her body was tense and then relaxed as she needed oxygen, and then tensed again until the final low moan that signaled an amazing orgasm for my beautiful Jillian. Susan kept pumping, but slower and slower to match Jillian’s need at the moment. Jillian collapsed onto the floor and Carol and I went to her and kissed and caressed her for a few minutes until she was breathing normally again. “You two stay here and watch, now.” It’s Susan’s turn. I stood Susan up and removed the strap-on. I then told her to get on her hands and knees. She did. I spanked her a few times and she wasn’t sure what to do. She yelped a little, but I could tell it was confusing to her. It was pain, but it wasn’t. It was pleasure, but different. It was stimulation, not sweet, but tart and intense. “Girls, get under her and suck her nipples.” Jillian and Carol both lay on their backs and started on Susan’s beautiful breasts. Susan was now breathing very hard. She would breath in deeply and then let it out all at once as her excitement increased. I again started to spank her. She let out a wail and I spanked her again. Then I moved behind her and put my cock inside her sopping cunt. I felt Jillian’s hand rub her clit. Immediately, I felt her cunt muscles milking my cock. She was already coming. I moved slowly inside her, matching my strokes to her contractions… moving in when she contracted and back out when she released. Then she started with short panting breaths and I knew she was coming hard. She screamed. She convulsed. Her legs started shaking uncontrollably. And then her head lifted up and her breathing stopped. She came… and came… and came. Just as she finished, I rolled her onto her back. It was my turn. I lay on top of her and started to fuck as hard as I could. She fucked me with total abandon. If there had ever been any doubt that I wanted this woman with us, it ended at that moment. She has a wonderful way of fucking back. It’s a rolling of the hips and a receiving of the cock that feels to me like I’m being sucked in. There was nothing in the world at that moment but my cock and her cunt. We fucked for a few more minutes until I couldn’t take it any more. It was truly wonderful. Afterwards, we all lay in a heap on the floor looking up at a perfect starry night sky. Susan said, “May I stay a while, master?” We all laughed. “We shall see, my pet. We shall see.” Ha! I wasn’t going to let her get away if I could help it… and they all knew it! Togetherness The girls took off their shoes and stockings and we all jumped into the hot tub, laughing. At first we all just lay back and looked up at the stars… our arms, hands and legs touching each other and reveling in our togetherness. After a time, I said, “Alright, since this is her first day let’s show Susan what it’s like being the center of attention.” Jillian and Carol together said, “ummm” as if Carol was about to be the luckiest woman alive. “What do I do, sir?” “Nothing, darling, the rest of us will. You just lie back and enjoy.” She did and six hands and three mouths began to love and caress her. She sighed and said through a small laugh, “I knew Id like it here.” “Just wait,” whispered Carol. That was strange to me because Carol doesn’t talk all that much during sex, but she was obviously glad to have another sub in the house. (Jillian takes over as “Mistress” when I’m gone or busy in my studio… she LOVES to have Carol crawl under her desk and lick her to orgasm while she’s working in the morning, pretending to pay no attention.) Susan was lifted to a relaxed floating position in the water and we caressed every part of her body. My cock was growing again… some days are just like that. My hand strayed to Susan’s cunt and I could feel the slippery come oozing out into the water… two fingers inside now and Susan’s eyes rolled back into her head as she reveled in the sensations of the moment. Then we turned her so that one of the water jets streamed against her cunt. Her chest heaved as she took in a huge breath… apparently surprised at the new sensation... we moved her back and forth… always caressing, always kissing, always suckling her breasts… just different mouths and different hands at different times. She was in heaven. Her breathing was deep and lusty. I noticed a pair of nipple clamps left over from the day before sitting by the waterfall and picked them up. I looked over at Carol who knew she was in for punishment since it’s her job to clean up the toys. She had forgotten this one and was in for a bit of a bad/good time later on. Her eyes got wide and there was a little fear mixed in… probably embarrassment at being caught on Susan’s first day. I told Susan to relax, we were about to give her a new sensation. I placed a clamp on her left nipple, which was standing up very nicely for the fitting. Susan’s breath caught as she felt it being tightened… then the right nipple… another deep breath. “Can you feel the connection between your nipples and your cunt, darling?” “Yes sir.” “Good…” I began to run my hands between her nipples and her mound. “Now concentrate on the lines of communication between them.” Her breathing became deeper now… her head moved slowly from side to side, kissing Jillian on one side and Carol on the other. I spread her legs and moved her clit back and forth across the stream from the water jet. “No matter what you feel, don’t make yourself come. Don’t stop it, but don’t make it happen,” I said. “Breathe deeply and slowly and let all the sensations build.” Jillian Ch. 02 As Jillian would say, she “followed orders nicely.” My fingers played with the entrance to her vagina as the water played across her clit. Her breathing got deeper and deeper, breathing in through her nose and out through her mouth. Her legs started to shake. I moved her clit out of the water stream. She whimpered a little. “Relax, darling.” Her legs relaxed and I moved her back to the water jet. “Now concentrate on your left thigh,” I said, moving my hand there. “Feel the tiny orgasms floating all through the muscles?” She breathed in deeply as she noticed them. “Oh… yes,” she whispered. My hand moved slowly to her inner right thigh. “And here?” Her head nodded as she looked me straight in the eye, wondering how I knew what she was feeling when she hadn’t herself known. I believe that was the moment she submitted entirely to me. As soon as she did, I could tell she was about to come very hard. “Girls, take off the nipple clamps.” As they did, I put three fingers inside her cunt and put her clit close to the source of the water. Carol stopped breathing. “Breathe, darling.” She did… and she was taken over by all the sensations… every part of her body was moving slowly to orgasmic sensations she later told us she had never felt before. She started to wail… a slow, deep pitched song of lust. Then she would breathe in deeply and slowly and start again. Her head arched back and her body became rigid. The wailing continued for a long time as the three of us continued to kiss, touch and caress her body. Finally, she started a series of quick convulsive movements. Her inner thighs shook and then she was at her peak and coming down… she continued to wail and moan for at least a minute as we watched and held her. When she was through, her eyes opened and she smiled and then began to cry. I dropped her legs and we all held her in the center of us while she sobbed. “Thank you,” she said over and over again, “thank you.” Then to each of us in turn, she sobbed, “I love you.” Finally, to me, “I will be your slave for as long as I live.” We all hugged each other while Susan continued to cry against my shoulder. Sharon At the weekly weigh-ins and body checks, Jillian had noticed that Susan’s weight had started a slight but definite upward trend, although she was far from overweight. She decided that they all needed a bit of “body tuning” since I loved beautiful bodies and have an unjustified aversion to fat. So, she found a personal trainer through a friend of hers and made an appointment for Thursday night after dinner… usually a quiet night for us since nothing was permanently scheduled for Thursdays. Dinner that evening was early (so we would be ready for the trainer) and wonderful… duck with orange/brandy sauce and some fantastic herb rice and veggies. We were all pretty stuffed. I told Susan it was one of the best meals I’ve had and she should be rewarded… I then told Jillian and Carol to undress her and tie her onto the wheel… the VERY large wagon wheel in the atrium… everyone was to give her five strokes with their favorite whip and then make her come for as long as she could stand it. She has a pretty high tolerance for pleasure, so by the time we were finished with her, it was pretty horny in the house… and the trainer was due to show up any time. I sent everyone to get dressed in gym clothes and be ready, and just as I did, the doorbell rang. I pushed the intercom button and told Sharon (the trainer) to come in. She did, and I went to the interior door to greet her. We were VERY lucky to get her… smooth, almost white, freckled skin, short red hair and eyes big enough to fall into. Her body needed no further sculpting… beautiful. I was already pretty aroused from our earlier activities and it was difficult not to make a potentially embarrassing sexual overture. She was VERY energetic and started talking immediately about the house and how unusual and beautiful it is… then the girls came in. I made introductions all around and we went to the studio where we had put out some mats for exercise. (I had decided to join them after meeting Sharon….) When we were finished, everyone was pretty sweaty, so the girls invited Sharon to join them in the shower. I went to my own shower, washed quickly and dressed in a blousy white short sleeved shirt and dark grey shorts… tennis shoes and white socks. As I passed the monitor in the bedroom, I could see into the girls shower. They were all four in there together, and talking and laughing. I couldn’t tell what they were saying because the microphone in there was not the best I owned, but it was apparent that the laughing was at ideas that contained sexual innuendoes. It’s a certain kind of laughing that my girls do when sex is in the air. They were obviously talking about Sharon’s sculpted legs and hips because she kind of modeled for them like you see in the muscle magazines. They were amazing. Then Jillian (God bless her) started to wash Sharon’s back, to Sharon’s obvious enjoyment. Her head looked up and back and stretched the muscles in her neck. She was unbelievably beautiful. Next, Susan began to wash Sharon’s torso, pausing at length at her breasts. Sharon’s eyes closed with delight. Carol was getting ready to do her part; she started washing Sharon’s legs, slowly and carefully to just below her pussy. This made Sharon spread her legs with anticipation and frustration. As Susan began to kiss her breasts and pull on her nipples, her breathing was getting heavy and deep. Jillian then pulled Sharon back so the she was holding her at an angle and her legs were spread and open for Carol who needed no encouragement to start kissing the insides of her thighs slowly and erotically. Sharon was groaning now, even with the bad microphone, groans were there and increasing in intensity. Then, before Sharon could come, Carol stood up and kissed her on the mouth. Ooooo I wanted to be a part of THAT kiss. I could almost taste it. Then she worked her way down again and brought Sharon to another peak and backed off. Jillian must have known that I would be watching, because she then turned Sharon so that she was facing directly into the hidden camera. The camera was mounted about seven feet off the ground so that I had the perfect angle to see Sharon’s body quivering with delight over and over again… my devilish little women made sure she didn’t come, though; they were getting her ready for a whole night of fun. By this time, my cock had been dripping precome for about ten minutes so I had a fair inkling of what Sharon must be going through; she didn’t stand a chance with my girls. Then they stood her up, and I could hear her beg for more… she was truly primed for a good fuck… our style of fucking. The water was turned off and all the girls started drying each other off, all of them paying the most attention to Sharon who was still almost ready to come from all their ministrations. Then Susan began to kiss Sharon, hard and deep, while Jillian pulled her hands behind her back and put on some arm restraints. Sharon started to protest, but Jillian whispered something in her ear and Sharon’s eyes got as big as saucers. Then she nodded and Jillian kissed her on the neck. causing Sharon to shiver with anticipation. Carol reached into a drawer beside the sink and brought out a pair of black thigh high stockings. She slowly put them on her as Susan and Jillian continued to kiss and taste her upper half. Carol walked out of the picture and returned with a pair of black fuck-me pumps and then put them on Sharon’s feet. God, she was lovely. I decided to move to the atrium because I was sure that the girls were headed that way and I didn’t want to disappoint them (or me). When they entered, they were all dressed in my favorite clothes… thigh high stockings and heels… all different colors. Jillian spoke first, “Sir, Sharon wants to play with us tonight.” “Does Sharon know what that means?” “Yes Sir.” “Sharon, come closer and kneel in front of me.” She did. God she’s amazing looking. “First you must know that you are putting a lot of trust in me to be able to dominate you and not hurt you. You also understand that I am going to take you places you may have never been before. Knowing all that, are you sure you want to do this?” “Yes Sir.” “Stand and kiss me.“ It’s a wonderful, passionate, willing kiss. “I think I taste some fresh pussy on your lips, don’t I?” “Yes Sir.” “Whose is it?” “Mine, Sir.” “Well, there will be more before we’re through with you tonight.” Sharon shuddered visibly. “Jillian, tie her between those posts. Susan, bring me the toy box. Carol, pick out a nice whip.” All moved to their assigned tasks. Susan rolled the toy box in from the storage room and opened it for me. Sharon was lovely tied and open between the posts. We could reach her from all sides - arms and legs tied apart for compete access. I started by blindfolding her. Then I moved behind her and gave a few light strokes with the whip. She took a quick deep breath. Separately, I whispered to the girls: “Carol, put on those nipple clamps. Jillian, kneel in front of her and lick her cunt, stay away from her clitoris. Susan, take the feathers and stroke her face and neck with them.” I don’t think Sharon knew what to do with all the stimulation. “Don’t let her come yet.” Her breath was getting ragged now. I gave her a few more strokes and she started to scream, “Please… please.” “Please what?” I asked. “Please Sir, let me come.” “Soon enough Darling.” I got a butt plug from the toy chest and lubed it well, then started to move it against her ass. God, she was hot, and trying to get all of it in at once. I pushed it in slowly, fucking her with it and letting just an inch at a time enter her. She continued to scream for release. “Will you be a perfect slave for the evening and follow my every command?” “God, yes, Sir.” “Good. Jillian, make her come.” Jillian really knew what she was doing. I used the whip to stimulate her back and ass, making sure I hit the butt plug occasionally. Sharon was screaming and writhing and begging for release. Then she stopped moving. Every perfectly sculpted muscle tensed. Her neck stretched as far up as it would go. She stopped breathing, and then a groan, a long, slow, loud groan as every muscle in her body responded to our ministrations. It continued for almost a minute… Jillian was stretching it as long as she knew how (and she DID know how!) Sharon was pumping against Jillian’s face and between groans screaming “I’m coming… I’m coming!” over and over again… this was apparently a peak experience for her. When she was finished, her body was covered with sweat and she hung there like a limp rag doll with a big smile on her face. I removed her blindfold and released her bindings… she fell into my arms. “Thank you,” she whispered. “You’re welcome, darling. You may rest for a minute, and then you will do our bidding.” “Yes Sir.” I walked her to the nearest sofa and told Jillian and Susan to get on the rug in front of us. They did and then I told them to get into a 69 position and began to work out their own frustration. Then I asked Carol to kneel in front of the sofa. When she did, I pulled her head to my dripping cock. She began to suck in earnest. I told Sharon to remove her butt plug; it was going to be in the way. She did and I told her to kneel in front of the sofa with her head on the cushion. I then thanked Carol and told her to get on the sofa and straddle Sharon’s face. When she did, I told Sharon to make it VERY good for Carol. Meanwhile, Jillian and Susan were approaching a climax as I put my cock against Sharon’s ass and pushed slowly, but firmly inside her. She pushed back against me and I started to fuck her and slowly go deeper and deeper into her ass. She had amazing muscles everywhere and it felt like she had a vise grip on my cock as I fucked her. Carol was getting VERY hot from Sharon’s mouth and I was starting to feel the same on the other end. Then I started to come. Oh God did I start to come, and with her tight ass holding me, it was deep and amazing. Carol also started to come when she saw my face begin to contort with orgasm, and then Sharon started to come again! Her ass was squeezing me over and over again as her internal muscles contracted with her orgasm. Carol started to groan that wonderful groan of hers and then I heard Jillian and Susan do the same behind me. It felt like I pumped a gallon into Susan’s ass, and then we all collapsed onto the nearest surface. Sharon pulled back on top of me with her arms holding me very tight. We all just sat or lay there breathing hard for at least a minute. “It looks like this is going to be a long night,” I said, and everyone laughed. Sharon decided to join us first as a weekly trainer, then as a roommate and then much later, as you know, a life partner. Jillian Ch. 03 Daily living As I look back on the previous chapters I think I may have given the wrong impression… while all the girls are sexually submissive to me, and we are all “faithful” to each other, weekday daytimes are another story… Not that we don’t occasionally have sex during the weekdays, but if we do, I am not necessarily a “Dom,” or even a participant. Evenings and weekends are another story. Weekdays we operate the house as equals with each doing what we are best at doing. At 7PM all that equality ends and I become the Master again, although, except for weekends, it is usually pretty “vanilla.”. This is an arrangement we all like since each has his/her identity outside the house as well as in. Jillian runs our businesses and has won several amateur tennis championships as well as having quite a few showings of her art here and in San Francisco. Susan, of course, is dedicated to her dog training and dog shows. Carol teaches and plays concerts and Sharon is busy as a TV star and trainer. We are a family of equals who respect and admire the accomplishments of all and have a passion for each other that goes beyond the sexual. We each fiercely defend, comfort, advise, love and protect the other. Here’s one recent Saturday evening. Dinner is served promptly at 6:30PM at which time we discuss the events of the day and give each other encouragement. There is almost always a lot of laughing unless someone is cranky… a rare event. So that Carol isn’t the “drudge” of the house, we rotate who serves dinner and I take part in this rotation as much as anyone else. I also cook occasionally, and while Carol is an amazing cook, I can hold my own in that department. Of course, since dinner is usually over after the 7PM role switch, I do not clean up, but the girls do this together cheerfully while I plan the evening’s events. Often – if dinner takes quite a while to finish, the person serving becomes the real focus of attention. Tonight, for example, I cooked my amazing Cajun spiced shrimp like you've never tasted (actually like NO ONE'S ever tasted except us… it’s my recipe), almond vanilla rice, and a fruit salad -- and some honey oatmeal sunflower seed bread that I baked this morning. Delicious. At seven we were still eating and laughing. Tonight Jillian was serving… my beautiful Jillian who didn’t even suspect she was bisexual until she did me a “favor” once and had Carol join us as a birthday present to me…. Since she was serving, and it was seven, I decided to begin the night with her. “Jillian.” “What?” “Uh… it’s after seven, Darling” “Oh… I mean, Yes, sir?” “I see you’ve finished eating dinner… time for your desert. Get on your knees and crawl under the table. The rest of you continue to eat dinner and make sure your naked cunts are placed forward in your chair so Jillian can reach easily. Jillian, start with Carol since she is almost finished eating.” All were smiling and scooting their asses forward in their chairs waiting for Jillian to start on them. No more words were spoken as Jillian moved in front of Carol. Carol turned beet red and said, “Sir, I am wearing panties.” “Carol, isn’t it after seven?” “Yes sir.” “Then can you explain to me why you are wearing panties?” “I went out today, sir and forgot to remove them this evening. I’m sorry, sir.” All the girls were looking at me with wide-eyed anticipation now. “Carol, you will quickly remove all of your clothes and crawl to the wheel.” “Yes sir.” The rest of you clean up. They all scurried to their assigned duties. I walked behind Carol to the wheel, spanking her occasionally as she crawled. As I was finishing tying her to the wheel, the rest of the girls showed up. “Carol, you have disobeyed a standing order and you must be punished. Do you have anything to say for yourself?” “No sir.” Susan, bring all the toys in here. Susan wheeled in the cart of toys from the storage area. At that point, I tell Jillian to tie restraints on Susan and Sharon and attach them to the posts on either side of the wheel. By this time the estrogen level in the room had measurably increased; the spicy odor of sex and pheromones filled the room. This was going to be delicious. First, I fitted Carol’s collar on her and put the ring in the front. Then I blindfolded her. I then blindfolded Susan and Sharon. Jillian and I then fitted them all with nipple clamps and laced them through the slave collars they were wearing. With the three of them there, it was a magnificent sight. I pulled Jillian close to me and kissed her. “Thank you, my love, for making all my dreams come true.” She kissed back sweetly and I led her to the hot tub. It would do the girls some good to anticipate what was to happen. Jillian’s nipple clamps were next. She loves them more than any of the others; her nipples are extraordinarily sensitive. We undressed and got into the hot tub together. We held each other and kissed and both of us were getting very turned on. Then, I bent her over the edge of the hot tub and spanked her. The wet spanks were undoubtedly louder than dry ones and her moans and screams were causing the rest of them to squirm. Exactly what I wanted to happen. Then, because one of the world’s most beautiful cunts was right in front of me, I fucked her. She started to come quickly and then so did I. The rest were listening intently, unable to see, but knowing what was happening to Jillian and wondering what was in store for them. They didn’t have to wait much longer. Jillian and I got out of the tub and dried off and walked over to the girls. “Carol, have you thought of an appropriate punishment yet?” “Uh, no sir, whatever you think is appropriate, sir.” “I think I want you to think some more. Meanwhile, this should stir your imagination.” I lubed a medium sized vibrating dildo and worked it into her ass. “Don’t let this fall out,” I whispered. “Yes sir.” I then turned the wheel so she was upside down and her head was near the floor. I took the whip and started almost gently striking her on her torso and cunt, increasing intensity over the course of fifteen strokes. She was whimpering and begging for forgiveness. I said nothing to her. “Jillian, kneel with your cunt over her face so she can drink my come.” Jillian complied quickly. “Carol, love, make sure Jillian comes a few times before I get back.” “Yes sir.” “Jillian, tease her pussy… make her need to come, but don’t let it happen.” “Yes sir,” she smiled as she started to fuck Carol’s face and gently slap her thighs and cunt. “She would make a VERY good domme, “ I thought. Carol started to whine with her mouth against Jillian’s cunt. I took a moment to survey the scene. Two beautiful women making each other crazy at our wooden wheel, and two others waiting for they knew not what… their heads reaching out for sounds that were clues to what would happen to them. Helpless and wanting to be helpless. Horny and needing release. I then took a soft leather whip about 16” long and began to strike Sharon on that amazing ass, legs and back of hers. The anticipation combined with the surprise made her scream. My cock was hard again by this time, although I was intending to wait for release. I moved to the front and stroked her abdomen and breasts… gently of course. She didn’t know what to expect next… frankly I didn’t either, but that was part of the fun. I then moved to Susan and did the same for her. The noises from Carol and Jillian were getting louder and louder. Jillian tends to telegraph her orgasms with loud moans and it was obvious she was getting close. Carol was desperately trying to make her self come by humping against Jillian’s hand, but with no success. My Jillian knows what she’s doing. The biggest whimpers came when Jillian would take a moment and lick Carol thighs. The squirming was incredible. I walked over to Susan and pulled her close to me from behind… she moaned with anticipation as my cock entered her slowly. I began to pump gently in and out. She moved against me wanting more, but I pulled back when that happened. No release for them yet. I went over to Sharon and did the same… my hands roaming her body as I fucked her from behind. We all heard Jillian’s orgasm, and it was fierce. Carol’s face was covered with come… Jillian’s and mine. She was breathing rapidly and deeply, and was in the heart of “subspace,” the dildo moving up and down with the rhythmic movements of her cunt and ass. I turned the wheel so that her head was upright now… her face had turned quite red… and removed the nipple clamps since they had been on for quite a while. She gasped as the opposing sensations of pain and pleasure rushed through her body. As I untied her from the wheel, she begged to come. I didn’t answer, but gave her a few openhanded spanks on her ass, making sure to hit the butt plug as I did. She only whined. I then moved her so she could see the wheel and told her to kneel as I took off her blindfold. “Don’t move.” I tied her hands behind her back. She said, “yes sir,” but made sure the butt plug was against her right foot so she could make it go up and down inside her. I saw, but made no comment. It would not make her come, but would keep her ready to come. Then I moved Sharon from the wall and tied her to the wheel. I turned the wheel so she was upside down. Next, Susan was moved to the wheel and I tied her to it facing Sharon. I removed the blindfolds. Their mouths and cunts were in perfect alignment. I turned the wheel so that they were sideways so that one of them wouldn’t end up with all the blood in her head and told them to slowly make each other come. They began with abandon. I turned to Carol. “See what happens when you follow orders? You get to come.” “Yes, sir.” She was still kneeling. I told her to watch carefully. She did. The excitement of seeing these two glorious women fucking each other on the wheel was a major turnon. We were all wide-eyed at the beautiful spectacle. Jillian was starting to breathe heavily again, and so was I. I positioned her so that her cunt was in front of the kneeling Carol who immediately took the hint and started to lick thighs and cunt. I moved my cock between her lips and Jillian’s cunt. Marvelous. Passionate lips on the bottom and a hard clit and slippery pussy at the top. I moved slowly back and forth. Jillian started to buck against my cock. This is usually a sign of impending orgasm, so I slipped my cock inside and Carol switched to licking her clit. Now, all three girls started to come at the same time. Much to my surprise, I also started to come and I told Carol not to lose any of it down Jillian’s thighs. She drank happily as the rest of us came. I untied Sharon and Susan. They got off the wheel and the four of us hugged and kissed, breathing hard and laughing together. “Well, what are we to do with our disobedient sub?” No answer from the smiling girls as they looked with pity on the beautiful Carol. Get out the ice cream, girls. Since she interrupted desert, Carol will be our desert tonight. I bent her over and removed the butt plug – much to her consternation, and put a leash through her collar. She followed me to the kitchen table. She was instructed to lie on her back on the table with her legs spread. I then tied her arms to two table legs and her legs to the other two. She was spread open completely. “I like my ice cream with a little Carol on it, don’t you?” The other girls, now getting into the spirit of the moment, laughed and unanimously agreed. Beautiful Carol was then covered with several flavors of ice cream. It must have been very cold, because Carol stopped laughing and started to moan, goosebumps showing all over her body. Then came the chocolate sauce and whipped cream. She was made into the perfect sundae. “Wait,” I said, “I think we need a banana to make a banana split.” Susan laughed and quickly ran to get one. Fortunately, it was very fresh and firm. I peeled it and inserted it into Carol’s very wet pussy. “Perfect, “ I said, “let’s eat.” All of us began to lick the ice cream off Carol. It must have felt good to have warm mouths and tongues all over her where it was cold just a short time ago because she started to laugh and moan. She needed to come. All of us took bites from the banana and sneaked a lick or two of her cunt as we did. Her breasts and abdomen were also being deliciously aroused. The stimulation was driving her crazy. She was writhing under our tongues, pulling against her restraints, begging to come. “Please, sir, I will never disobey again. Please let me come.” “Girls, let’s make her come.” Carol was obviously delighted to have four tongues and eight hands roam her body because she started a slow, deep orgasm. I knew it was deep because I had almost my whole hand inside her and could feel the contractions start. Her cunt started to milk my hand, drawing it deeper inside her as I leaned over and licked her clit. Her eyes were closed in ecstasy now. Her neck stretched and her body almost floating off the table as she moaned her approval of what we were doing. Then her eyes opened wide with shock. She was REALLY coming. She held her body arched above the table and didn’t breath. We all continued our kisses and touches. She then started shaking all over and grunting “Unh unh unh” through a slack mouth.. her body touching the table at only the shoulders and feet, her knees bent to receive loving tongues. Several quick jerks, and then she relaxed all over. smiling, laughing, breathing hard, and choking a little as she did… then moaning as something we did felt particularly good. We untied her and all of us headed for the shower in the sub’s room. We all washed and dried each other and headed for the master bedroom, where we settled into bed, clinging to each other and falling asleep. Matching Tattoos Jillian got it in her head that we all needed to get matching tattoos. It was a way to show each other and the world that we were a family. Of course, as soon as she said it, all the rest of the girls chimed in with their ideas of what the tattoos should be and what it all would mean. I was fairly neutral in this discussion, not because I didn’t want to show my love for these incredible women, but, frankly, I was afraid of the tattoo process. I was chicken… I couldn’t show it, though because that would undermine my (self-imposed) macho image. I gave in, because I rather liked the idea of “branding” ourselves to each other… besides, I knew if I didn’t give in on my own, that they would work as a team to get it to happen. I was simply announcing the inevitable. We went through several different ideas of what the design should be. Finally we narrowed it down to four: The Ying/yang symbol… the girls with the female half and mine with the male. I rather liked that one. A heart with each of us wearing a fourth of the design. A heart with the names of all of us inside it, except the wearers. (Mine, for example would contain all the girls names, but not my own.) An amazing looking monogram that Jillian designed, with all our first name initials in it and my last initial large and in the center. The debate went on for days. No one ever quite ready to heartily endorse any of the alternatives. There weren’t any arguments, but everyone was getting into the spirit of it (me included by this time,) and we didn’t want to be wearing a tattoo ten years from now that we didn’t like. One evening at dinner. I decided that I should settle the dispute so we could move on. “My darlings, I have made a decision regarding our tattoos.” They all looked at me expectantly. “First of all, we won’t just go to a tattoo parlor, do the deed and forget about it. It would be a disservice to what I think we all want out of the tattoos. There will be a ceremony. A marriage ceremony in which we as a family will announce our intention to face the world as a unit. We will invite all our families and friends, vanilla and not. There will be a person we all trust to perform the ceremony. It will be here, and we will have a huge party afterwards. The tattoo will be Jillian’s monogram and we will all have it placed on the right side of our abdomens, just to the left of our hipbones. It will be three inches high. The monogram will also become our stationery here at the house, and the logo of our corporation. Does anyone here have a problem with that?” Silence. Their eyes all just stared at me wide-eyed. Then, Susan began to cry a little bit, and that set off Carol and before long, we were all sobbing openly and freely. We were all to be married. They all stood up and rushed me. I stood and we hugged each other, and kissed each other and shared the taste and feel of our tears. I guessed that everyone was in agreement. “Get the dishes done, wives, we are all going to the bedroom right after dinner.” “Yes, husband and master,” said Jillian. Then they all smiled and said, “Yes, husband and master.” “You will all dress in lingerie fit for a wedding night, because that is what it will be. Tonight, we love.” They all laughed together, “yes, husband and master.” I knew they meant it, but the tone of voice just wasn’t quite right. I suspected at that moment that I had again been maneuvered into exactly what they wanted. Fortunately, it’s exactly what I wanted, too. I went into the bedroom to change… my green silk pajamas and robe had already been laid out for me. They had done it to me again and wanted me to know that they had done it again. Subtle. Deniable. But it gets the point across. I smiled, showered and dressed in the silk. I thought about not wearing it, but that would be some sort of acknowledgement. I’m not going to give them that satisfaction. Yet. The girls came in dressed to kill. Soft feminine lingerie sets… new ones. Flowing fabrics that at once flowed with movements and clung to their bodies. There was no way in the world that I had built up enough good Karma for this to be true. I took a moment to look at them. Jillian. Beautiful tall blond soulmate Jillian. The woman whose love made all my dreams come true. Carol. Diminutive, flawless. Lovely beyond dreams. A quiet intellect as deep as her soul. Sharon. Red hair top and bottom. Muscled, perfectly sculptured body. A smile to die for. Always ready to please. Susan. Ebony dark with the largest most beautiful eyes in the world. Red lips, white teeth. Voluptuous and sensual. Deep hearty loving laughter fills her soul. I still can’t imagine what they see in me. Whatever it is, I hope I get to keep it. “Let’s all sit on the bed in a circle,” I said. When everyone was in position, “Tonight we are going to become engaged. You will all be sister-wives. Not much will change about our lifestyle, at least I don’t think it will, but I suspect it will be with a deeper commitment. This is for life. If anyone has doubts, it’s time to talk about it.” “No doubt,” said Susan. “Right,” said the others. “Well, I don’t have any doubt, either. I just can’t believe I’m so lucky.” After a long pause as we looked around the room at each other, “Here’s what we’ll do. Each of us will make love with each of the others, and an important part of it will be to tell the other person, in words or actions, that you have a lifelong commitment to them. Say it any way you want. But say it. There will be two pledging their love at a time, the other two will be watching and listening. Since we started this wonderfulness, Jillian and I will go first.” I kissed Sharon and Carol and Susan, and took Jillian by the hand. We centered our selves on the bed faced each other sitting up. “Jillian, I said, “you are my soulmate. My love for you is older that time and will continue until there is no more time. Everything I have is yours. Everything I am is yours. You are my soul and it fills my heart beyond imagining to have you as my wife.” Jillian Ch. 03 “My love,” she said, “you are my soulmate. From the first moment I saw you I knew that I wanted you to be the center of my life.” Then she started laughing/crying… “I went crazy for a little while, but when I came to my senses, I knew there would never be any other -” and she paused, smiled, and looked at the people around us - “man in my life. My heart was empty until you filled it. I love you more than life.” There were tears in our eyes as we looked deeply at each others souls. Then I pulled her close to me and we kissed. I looked over to my left, “Sharon, please open that drawer and hand me those boxes.” As she did, there was a collective gasp. They all immediately recognized the ring boxes for what they were. “A little surprise, darlings,” I said in my best Cary Grant voice. I opened Jillian’s and took out the ring. A simple gold band with a medium sized diamond. Not too flashy so Carol could wear one on her small hand, and not too small for Jillian’s long fingers. Jillian held out her hand which was shaking at the moment and I put the ring on her finger. “Please accept this, my beloved, as a token of my never ending love for you” and kissed her softly. I then said the same to each of the others as I gave them all their rings and kissed them. Jillian’s arms went around my neck and we fell together on the bed. All of us had tears in our eyes now. Our hands flew to our clothes which came off quickly and we held each other closely. Lying side by side, we explored each others bodies with our hands and lips. My cock found her vagina, and both were quite slippery and interested in each other. I slipped inside her easily and smoothly. Our eyes locked. She said, “I am yours forever.” Immediately, she started to fuck me. Our eyes stayed locked until we came. There were tears in her eyes. Mine, too, I think. I was certainly choked up. I looked up at everyone else on the bed. All were sobbing. “This won’t do,” I said. “I demand that this be a happy occasion. Carol, you are next to pledge to Jillian.” I rolled to my left and sat up. Sharon’s arms wrapped around me from behind. Her mouth was close to my neck and I could feel her breath warming my shoulder. A long, muscled leg was wrapped around me, and I began to caress its smoothness as Jillian and Carol lay in front of us. Carol - beautiful tiny Carol – lay on top of Jillian and stared into her eyes. “Jillian, when you first asked me to be a slave, I had no idea that it was to become such a magnificent experience. I have come to love you as a sister-wife and as a lover. I wish to make my life with you, if you will have me.” Jillian choked on her tears as she said, “Oh, Carol, thank you, I need you in my life.” They kissed. Then, they lay on their sides and Carol turned so that they were in a “69” position. They slowly made love while the rest of us marveled at the two writhing bodies in front of us. I could feel Sharon’s breathing get faster as the sight in front of her got more heated. Her pelvis was moving to a rhythm all its own behind me. She was almost ready to come then and there. As Jillian and Carol came, I looked across at Susan’s big eyes and I could tell she was in the same condition as Sharon. Jillian and Carol were now facing each other and kissing deeply and passionately. “OK. Sharon and Susan, you are next.” Carol and Jillian moved together to the outside of the bed and Carol sat in front of Jillian, leaning back against her. Jillian’s arms wrapped around her, cupping a tiny breast in one hand, the other lay casually across Carol’s thigh. Carol’s hand played across Jillian’s. I sat alone on the other side of Sharon and Susan, my newly hard cock (!) sticking out across my ankles. Now we watched as the ebony sister and the red head sister lay down together. Sharon was the first to speak. “Susan, when I first saw you, I wanted you. I am hoping you will want me as much. I would like to live with you forever.” Then, Susan said, “Sharon, my sister and my love, please accept me as your sister-wife from now until we die.” Then they kissed. Their hands explored each others bodies slowly and deliberately. They were both breathing hard, and Susan moved her lips to Sharon’s cunt. Susan started groaning into Sharon’s pussy – something Sharon particularly likes – and Sharon began to come almost right away. Her head reared back and her back arched off the bed. Susan had to almost sit up to keep her tongue in contact. On great long scream/moan from Sharon as Sharon grabbed Susan’s head and pumped her cunt against her face. She then did the same for Susan. Susan came quickly. She had waited long enough. I got into the center with Carol this time. “Carol, I love you. I know you and you know me and we will be together always if you’ll have me.” She took a deep breath. “I am yours and you are mine forever.” Then she smiled, “please fuck me now.” She then turned around, got on her hands and knees, and put her head down onto the bed, spreading her legs for me. It was a classic position of submission. For a while, I simply caressed her beautiful legs, back and ass. It was as if someone had created the perfect miniature of a submissive woman, her beautiful long black hair spread across her back and the bed. I placed my cock against her shaved and wet cunt, and she backed into me hard, so that I entered her in one great thrust. She immediately began to moan and twist her hips against me as we fucked. My hands grabbed her hips and pulled her closer so I could get deeper inside. It was needy, loving and passionate. I looked at her almost childlike body writhing under me and it was all I could do to wait a decent interval to come, but I did. We collapsed, spent, on the bed. All of us continued on through the night. Loving, laughing and exchanging vows. We were happy. We were together. We were a team. We had become a family, and were ready to acknowledge it to the world. When I woke, I was in the bed alone. Then the girls – YIKES, my wives - walked in with coffee and sweet rolls for all of us. We discussed when and where we would get the tattoos done. We decided on tonight, of course, and Sharon had a friend who she said was a brilliant tattoo artist. She made the call and we had an appointment for that night. I can’t believe I’m doing this We all went in the van together to Sunset Boulevard where Sharon’s friend had his studio. He looked at the design and said it was an easy thing to do (looked hard to me) so his only question was “who’s first?” I – of course – volunteered. I lowered my pants and lay down on his table, and he started to work. It wasn’t as bad as I expected, and took about a half hour… and there was a bloody spot right below my belt line when I was done - not all that pretty yet. Then the girls got theirs one by one. Those of us that weren’t getting it done, huddled and hugged and watched the one that was. As each was finished, the others hugged and kissed them. It was a very loving process. On the way home, Carol and Sharon started kissing each other… then Susan joined in… and soon I was driving a van full of women who were kissing, and fondling each other. They were all admiring each others tattoos and exploring more interesting regions at the same time… I felt a bit left out, but someone had to drive. The car was starting to smell uncommonly good. We got back to the house and got naked. We tumbled into the big master bed and I found myself the center of attention of all my wives. (It’s almost unreal to be saying “wives.”.) I was being kissed, fondled, licked, sucked by an amazing number of hands, fingers and lips… all of them soft and wonderful. I was beginning to be overcome by all the amazing stimulation… sensory overload. Then my cock was covered by Susan’s beautiful cunt who stayed there for just a few strokes and Carol took her place. Then Sharon, and, finally Jillian. None stayed long enough to come, but I was enjoying the attention so much I honestly didn’t care. They all managed to get their lips on my cock and balls two or three at the same time… slowly licking and stroking… tasting all of us at once. My hands were roaming over everyone and everything I could reach. I found myself transported to somewhere I’d never been. Dreamlike, I felt as though I were supported on a sensual cloud. Everything became surreal and wonderful as I floated on this new road to heaven. Every part of my body was being stimulated simultaneously. There were hands and lips stroking my chest, legs, ass, cock, lips, neck… virtually every part of me was being touched and loved. There was the sound of heavy breathing – mine and theirs. The odor of sex and breath was heavy around me. It was a beautiful once-in-a-lifetime experience. Then I felt an incredible explosion approaching… it seemed to start from my stomach and my thighs simultaneously. My breathing became deep and demanding. My eyes rolled back in my head and every muscle stretched and reached for the clouds that I felt surrounding me. I came hard, spurting over and over again onto everyone, including myself… faces, breasts, legs… all were splashed with my come. Then they all started to lick each other and me clean. Tongues and lips covered everywhere my come spurted. Then a new plateau began. Everyone was kissing and licking everyone else, gradually and inevitably moving into a circle where everyone had someone’s mouth on cock or cunt. Then, other explosions started. Muffled screams filled the room for minutes on end. Exhausted, we lay there, our heads on someone’s thighs, breathing deeply and slowly and once again wondering how it could ever get better than this. Wedding Week One of the good things about living in California is that you know a lot of people in the motion picture industry. As a result, we had a woman friend design the look of the wedding who had been the designer for quite a few motion pictures. She was a pro. I had to laugh when I thought about it. My guy friends were planning a bachelor party for me. What were they gonna do? Hire a stripper? I went to my friend Tom’s house and we all sat around and drank ourselves silly and laughed about past times together and the stupid things we used to do. Trips to Mexican border towns and UCLA football games. Camping on the desert and women that had left us behind. It was a typical male bonding evening with good friends who knew entirely too much about each other reliving story after story. The women had a similar evening except that they did have a stripper. One male and one female who apparently did things to each other best reserved for a bedroom. Someone more sober than I drove me home and poured me into the house. My quite sober fiancés were waiting for me in the hot tub and had obviously been busily relieving tension while I was away. They were happy to see me until they saw how borracho I was. They had been planning to take advantage of me when I got home and I was – at least temporarily – of little use. I don’t drink very much very often and they were pretty amused at my present incapacitation. There was nothing to do except go to bed. Sharon gave me two vitamin B capsules and a couple of aspirin. Then they all followed me into the bedroom and undressed me and gave me an amazing eight handed massage until I went to sleep… actually, until I passed out. The next morning I woke up alone… and on the monitor I could see four beautiful women sleeping together arms and legs wrapped around the nearest person in the other bedroom. Apparently they decided to continue their party without me. God, they were lovely. I started to get up and thought better of it when my head told me in no uncertain terms that I shouldn’t move. The pain was dazzling. My brain had swollen to at least twice its normal size. I decided to go back to sleep if I could. At least I shouldn’t move my head. Soon Carol appeared at the door with coffee and more B vitamins. I took what I could as Jillian came into the room. She immediately saw my distress and began to rub my shoulders. In fifteen minutes or so I was reluctantly resigned to staying alive. Jillian said, “Darling, the decorators and caterers will be here in fifteen minutes.” With that, she moved me into the shower and turned it on before she left. It made a new man out of me. When I returned to the bedroom, Carol had left some hot coffee and croissants. Thank God. I slowly dressed and drank my coffee and went to the atrium. Chaos. It was full of people… all with a mission. Sharon was perched on top of a ladder suspending hanging baskets of flowers. I was trying to cross the house and had to sidestep someone every three feet or so. Jillian was in the middle of it all talking to flower people and food people and table and chair placement people and bartenders. She really is amazing. Carol was in the kitchen. “Sorry, Master, but I have to get you out of here. You’re in the way.” She filled my coffee cup and slapped my butt to get rid of me. It was the first time she did the slapping. It obviously amused her. She smiled and kissed me on the cheek and then, so that others couldn’t hear, whispered, “I love you.” Everywhere I went I was in the way, so I found a sofa somewhat removed from the hubbub and sat down. Carol saw me and brought a tray with a carafe of coffee and more croissants. I sat, ate, and enjoyed the whirlwind around me. By noon the house was ready. It was really beautiful. The hot tub had been covered and a platform was over it with a beautiful arch of flowers covering it all. The waterfall behind it made a stunning backdrop. The photographer showed up at 1:00 and the girls escorted him to where they were dressing, which happened to be the master bedroom. I was locked out. For the first time today I was alone in the house. I sat on the sofa and looked around me. Flowers, ribbons, lights, chairs… there was no sound but the waterfall. Peace filled the room. One of the bridesmaids came out of the bedroom and had my clothes with her. She said, “They said you shouldn’t even think of going in there… and you should use the guest room.”. Well, I guess I now knew my place. I smiled as I took my white double breasted suit and went to get dressed. As I started toward the room, the doorbell rang and I went to let the string quartet in. I showed them were to set up and went to get dressed. The only thing I remember about the rest of the afternoon is my first look as my brides came down the aisle. It took my breath away to see four veiled women wearing different white dresses – all stunning - coming my direction. They were astonishingly beautiful. The two shorter were side by side in the front and the taller behind. Of course, you’ve read the press accounts and seen the pictures, so there’s little for me to add. I look at the pictures now and remember moments because of them, but the ceremony was really a blur. I guess I was more nervous than I thought. The party afterward was a different story. Food and drink issued forth on a buffet table and all the guests headed that direction. The photographer made us pose for a little while, and then we sallied forth among the people we knew and loved. The DJ started to play dance music and the party began. One hour into the party, we gathered in the master bedroom to change; we had to get to the plane. Our bags were packed and we headed out, saying goodbye to everyone and leaving the party in full swing and the later mess for the cleaning crew. Of course we got plastered with confetti as we left. In the limo we were laughing and kissing and I got unmercifully teased about being so nervous. I promised spankings all around for the teasing. As soon as I said it, Jillian bent over in front of me and raised her skirt… no panties. I spanked her twice on each cheek. They all took a turn in front of me… the last was Carol… after I spanked her, I held her in place and fucked her from behind. All the rest were gathered around watching and getting turned on themselves. We had another half hour drive to get to the airport and I ordered each of them to give someone else an orgasm. They gratefully complied. When we got there, the driver put all our bags on the curb for the skycaps. I started to give him his tip and he said, "Thank you, sir, but I’ve already had my tip. Congratulations.” And he smiled. Honeymoon for Five Somehow, Jillian managed to find a suite for five at Las Hadas in Acapulco. Susan, however, was afraid to fly. She agreed to go when we managed to finagle a few valium for her from our doctor. She took one (I suspect two or three) a half hour before it was time to get on the plane and got very sleepy very quickly. Sharon and Jillian walked on either side of her to get her on board and sat with her in between them in the center of the plane. Carol and I sat together across the aisle. I had the aisle seat, and she the window. Carol took my hand, kissed it and handed me a writing tablet containing this haiku: We fly to heaven Love keeps us with our master In a metal bird I thanked her and also kissed her hand, then quickly wrote this one for her on the same page: Sweet, adoring angel Sing to me of soaring hearts Kiss heaven with me. Neither one was great poetry, but at least it was sincere and loving. No words were exchanged between us. She leaned her head against my shoulder and kissed it before she fell asleep. I think a small tear warmed my shirt. I leaned my cheek into her hair and kissed it; it was soft, black, thick and smelled clean and fresh. I fell asleep, too. I woke to a gentle prodding on my leg… Jillian was waking me to fill out our customs forms. Susan was leaning on her shoulder, asleep, and Sharon was on the other side of her reading a fitness magazine. My whole body was stiff from trying to stay in one place to be a pillow for Carol as well as sleep sitting up in an airline seat. I groaned a little and Carol woke. Susan also woke up and sat bolt upright as she slowly realized she was on a plane; Sharon gave her another valium. We filled out our forms and handed them in. Sharon then passed out fresh fruit and sandwiches to us. She will not allow us to eat airline food, even though it’s much better than it used to be. Fortunately she didn’t complain if we drank airline fruit juice or coffee. It was actually amusing when we all went through customs together… 6 large bags and six small ones. Fortunately, Jillian had arranged for the limo to meet us just outside customs, and we let the driver handle the luggage. Our “room” was actually two rooms with a living area between that included a wet bar, fabulous picture windows looking out over the ocean, and sofa, chairs, TV… everything we could ever want. On the patio was a large private hot tub with huge white flowers floating in it. We unpacked into whatever drawer was handy and met back in the living room. I called room service and ordered two bottles of cold Shramsberg blanc de blanc and some fruit and cheese. I yelled, “Hot tub!” All our clothes hit the floor simultaneously and we ran into the tub. There were kisses and hugs all around and we could hear a mariachi band playing down by the pool. Room service arrived and I couldn’t believe how big the bell boys eyes got as I asked him to bring the champagne over to the hot tub. As he left, he stumbled over the coffee table while trying to maintain his cool. Poor guy. All the girls laughed. He left and then we had two ice buckets and five glasses. The first bottle ended after one round was poured. “A toast,” I said,” to the most beautiful women in the world who also happen to be my wives. Thank you for loving me. Thank you for loving each other. May we always be as happy as we are today.” “Yeah” and ” Yay” came from their mouths as we each clinked our glasses and took a sip. Then we all kissed whoever was closest and then anyone whose lips we could reach and then all our faces met in the middle and we kissed everyone at once. It was comical, really, because it was so impossible. We were giggling like little kids. It was fun. Then I noticed Sharon and Susan kissing a little harder than the rest of us. They seemed to lose all track of us and concentrated on each other. It was beautiful to watch. Of course, watching them got the rest of us interested. Their hands were touching each others faces in a deep powerful loving extended kiss. While they kissed, the rest of us caressed them both. Our hands played over every inch of their bodies, yet they remained locked in a beautiful kiss. As our hands got bolder, their breathing increased in intensity. Jillian and Carol and I locked eyes and made sure that Sharon and Susan remained in synch… their excitement increased together until they were moaning into each others mouths. Sill kissing, they each started to shake and come together. They opened their eyes and looked at each other and then at the rest of us. Jillian Ch. 03 “Wow,” said Susan, “that was awesome.” “Yeh,” agreed Sharon. “Everyone should get to do that once in their lives.” I wasn’t about to disagree. “Carol, Jillian… wanna try?.” They did, with the same intensity that Sharon and Susan did, their hands cupping the others face as the kissed. The rest of us watched for a while and then our hands began to caress them. Again, we stayed in synch so that they came together. Jillian laughed, “Ohhhhh. Gawwwwwwwwwwd!” Carol giggled with her hand covering her mouth. “Spectacular!” “Uh…,” I said. “my turn?” They all turned to me, then Jillian covered my body with hers. God bless her, she is ALWAYS ready. Our lips met and we kissed, our hands and mouths concentrating on faces and lips and tongues. The rest of our bodies were taken care of by someone else. Slowly, inexorably we were moved together to an orgasm. We held each other and tasted each others breath and moaned and grunted. Then I was floating on the surface with Jillian’s mouth still against mine. There was another mouth around my cock, and hands it seemed were everywhere. As Jillian began to reach her peak, so did I. It was amazing. We were kissing each other and relaxing into an orgasm provided by someone else. I came into someone’s mouth. It was Sharon. Before she could swallow, Carol kissed her and tasted my come and then Susan and Jillian did the same. I don’t get why that’s important (or even interesting) to them, but I didn’t care. I do know that the kisses I got from all of them immediately after were much more intense than normal. I poured another glass of champagne for everyone. “Here’s to constant innovation,” toasted Jillian. We couldn’t stop grinning for a long time. You can’t imagine the peace I felt as we watched the sunset from our hot tub overlooking the ocean with the people I loved the most in the world. If there’s a word for that level of calm happiness, I don’t know what it is. “Since we have a two weeks here and since this is a honeymoon, here’s what we’ll do,” I said. “Three of us will take one bedroom and two the other. We will rotate so that all of us gets to spend the night alone with every other person so that we can share personally and privately our individual love for everyone else. Right now, since we have dinner reservations in an hour, we need showers and clothes… and since you all take longer than I do to get ready, I’ll just sit here and admire the sunset. There’s also this last drop of champagne to attend to, so don’t think I feel left out.” They got out and headed for the showers and makeup tables… I admired the amazing people leaving the patio. Jillian. Organized. Intense. The longest, smoothest legs in existence. Carol. Quiet. Smart. Intellectual. Golden skin, jet black hair. Small everywhere but her mind and spirit. Susan. Laughing. Loving. Caring. Skin so black it sometimes looked blue. Sharon. Dedicated. Sensual. Strong. Molded to perfection. Then there’s me. Tall. Blonde. Pretty good looking, but slightly overweight and older than all of them. If there be such a thing as Karma. I must have been a saint in a prior life. Probably several saints over several lifetimes. I drank my champagne slowly and grinned at the sunset with the mariachis playing far away, thanking my prior-life selves for their forbearance toward adversity. I was roused from my reverie by the sound of feminine voices. “Your turn, Master.” Master again. Will I ever get used to it? I exited the tub and went to get a shower, dancing between women in various stages of dress, piles of clothes, and furniture. The smell of wet soap was in the air. I took a quick shower and went in to get dressed. My clothes were laid out for me. Brand new natural linen slacks and blue linen short-sleeved shirt and sandals. It looked pretty good together. I put them on and headed for the living room. I was stunned. Four beautiful women dressed the same. Natural linen short skirts, blue linen blouses and sandals. We all matched. If there had been any lingering doubt that we were together, it was dissipated. I said, “God, you’re beautiful.” They just smiled. Arm in arm we left the hotel and walked along the beach to the restaurant which is literally on the beach. Warm breezes and sand. Palm trees. Wow. Paradise. The restaurant is an outside courtyard, part of one of the hotels, and there was a salsa band beginning to play. We walked in and were escorted right to our table. Food, drink, music and love. What more could anyone ask? We sat at a round table and ordered a pitcher of margaritas (en las rocas.) Of course, after one round and it was time to order another pitcher. We talked, laughed, shared food, kissed. Then Sharon stood and walked over to me and asked me to dance. I’m not a great dancer, but she didn’t seem to mind. Then Susan cut in for the next song - then Carol and finally Jillian. I was worn out and needed a drink, so I went back to the table. A man came up and asked Sharon to dance. She looked at me and I nodded assent. Carol and Jillian then started to dance together and it was me and Susan alone at the table. She moved over beside me and we kissed. I was high and sweaty and in love and having the perfect evening. Carol and Jillian looked like Mutt and Jeff on the dance floor so Susan suggested we break them up. I agreed. I grabbed Jillian and she grabbed Carol. We danced very closely and my cock started to wake up. Then Sharon came over and had no partner so we all danced together in a group hug/dance to a very romantic Mexican song. Time to go home! Jillian put the meal on our corporate card and then, sandals in hand, we all walked very slowly and not too steadily along the beach in the direction of the hotel. The water was full of little lights… a strange kind of small fish that glows when it is disturbed by the surf or people walking across them on the beach. It was amazing to watch our footprints light up and stay lit after we moved on. There were lights from the hotel in the distance, an wondrous moon and clear skies with a million stars, and dancing lights in the water and on the beach. It was magic. Sharon got the silliest first and started to kick water at the rest of us. It literally sparkled as it flew at us and struck. That, of course, led to a water fight to the death… we might have died if we could stop laughing long enough. We were completely alone on the beach in a tropical paradise, splashing each other like kids. Then we all suddenly got quiet and gathered in a circle. We held each other tightly wanting this time in our lives to last forever. Back at the room, we all just dropped our clothes and jumped into the hot tub. After a few minutes of relaxing, I stood and took Jillian’s hand. “Tonight is our night, love.” We kissed all the rest and then she walked with me to the room. Sharon called after us, “go easy on him Jillian… leave some for us!” Jillian just smiled, “If there’s any left, you can have it.” We got towels and dried each other off and then made slow deliberate love. I kissed every inch of that marvelous body of hers, landing finally at her amazing long clit which I teased for as long as I thought she could stand it and then made her come. I then lay on top of her in a very missionary way and looked directly into her eyes as my cock slowly made its way inside her. Her long legs wrapped around me. We were one. I felt the sweetness build as we made love, our eyes locked in a desperate embrace. She began to come first. Deep breathing and a glazed look told me that it wouldn’t be long. Her lower lip got slack and I sucked it gently into my mouth. She said, “I love you” through clenched teeth. “I love you,” I said in response. Her cunt muscles started to squeeze me in earnest now. My cock started to swell in response and I splashed my come inside her. I just held her then, my eyes and hers looking deep into our souls. “You’ve made me the happiest man on Earth,” I said. We kissed again and she turned around so we could “spoon”; my half hard cock slipped back inside her. We had spoken few words since leaving the hot tub; it wasn’t necessary. We felt our breathing and our hearts get in synch as they always do. There were small gasps coming from the living room as she grabbed my hand and held it close to her breast while we drifted off to sleep. She said, “we started a real family, didn’t we?” I just kissed the back of her neck. “Yeh.” Sometimes, the simplest is the best. Jillian Ch. 04 Schedule Jillian and I put a schedule together for all of us. On Monday Tuesday and Wednesday, we paired off to sleep like this: Jillian and I were always together in the Master Bedroom and the other three rotated in our bed with us if they chose to. Those nights were fairly vanilla, mostly because they were work nights and there wasn’t time for serious play. Sunday night, it was just me and Jillian in the master bedroom and the rest of the girls would stay together. This schedule was flexible in case anyone was sick or just cranky and needed to be alone or needed special company. Occasionally, Jillian would need to get away from me and would stay in the other room. At other times, someone else would be needy and we adjusted sleeping arrangements to fill that need. The idea was to make sure that no one was ignored by anyone, and if someone felt ignored, they were to say so. Thursday nights we work out with Sharon and then all take a shower and a hot tub together… and then a wonderful free for all fuck. I love Friday nights. On a rotating basis, two of the girls are assigned the task of putting on a sexy show for the rest of us. It could be a play or a strip or a poetry reading or just a good fuck we could all watch… nothing was in stone as to content or type. If they need the participation of any of the rest of us, they can ask, but it is their responsibility to come up with something interesting. Saturday is kink day. I play the master and they play slaves and do my bidding. The pressure is on me on Saturdays… I love it. Of course, all this has to be worked around everyone’s work and travel schedules… as well as having a social life outside the house. There has to be some time for real life. One Friday night especially sticks in my mind. It was Carol and Sharon’s turn to put on a show. Carol, as you know, is an accomplished violinist and Sharon has studied dance for her whole life. When she was younger, she was with a ballet company for several years. Her body still hasn’t recovered from that grueling experience; her feet have never been the same. We went out to dinner that night to a quiet French restaurant… great food and conversation and then home to watch the show. We got home and Jillian and Susan and I sat in the atrium. We opened a bottle of cabernet and drank slowly and talked idly while we waited. After quite a long while, Carol was the first to emerge. She was wearing the Japanese robe that she had on the first day I saw her. Stunning. She was also wearing her hair high on her head in a Japanese style with those long sticks – I forget what they’re called - in her hair. Her hands and face were painted with silver paint so she looked like someone of another plane of existence… ethereal, unreachable from our lowly karmic levels. She stopped at the edge of the atrium near the waterfall, raised her violin and started playing a slow, powerful, haunting melody that sounded like one of Bartók’s Hungarian Folk tunes. The lights dimmed everywhere but near the waterfall and then Sharon emerged from the other side of the waterfall. She was nude and painted head to toe with silver paint. The only other color on her was her very red hair, which was slicked back with so much gel that it looked artificial. She had shaved her pussy for this night and danced beautifully, sinuously. It was catlike. Sensuous. Her silver skin glinted in the lights. We sat there enchanted. watching a moving work of art. She moved slowly toward Carol, who continued to play her haunting melody. Then, Sharon danced suggestively in front of and around Carol, obviously trying to seduce her with every move of her body. Soon Carol began to move to the music as well, making seductive movements of her own as she raised the intensity of the music. Sharon’s cat-like seduction was working. Sharon backed into the center of the room as Carol, mesmerized and playing violin like an angel, followed her. The music she played was getting even more seductive as Carol matched Sharon’s steps toward us. Then, in the center, they stopped and Sharon danced around Carol, never touching, but obviously caressing her torso, face and neck. Her dancing was powerful and sexy, and the music made it even more so. From behind her, Sharon reached around and untied Carol’s robe. As it opened, we could see that she, too was painted head to toe in silver paint. Sharon then picked up the CD remote that had been left in the right place and started – believe it or not – Bolero. We all laughed, but were silenced when Carol put down her violin and they started dancing together, always seductive, never touching. Sharon had taught Carol a thing or two about how to move to music. Our very shy Japanese wife had become a sexy sexy dancer. Sharon removed Carol’s robe slowly, enticingly and they danced even closer. They looked as if they were fucking slowly. It was remarkably stunningly beautiful. At the end of Bolero, they – finally – kissed and continued to kiss long after the music stopped. When we could get our breath, those of us in the audience stood up and applauded. It had been an amazing show. We gathered around them excitedly and hugged them as they continued to kiss and moved against one another. Then, we all dropped our clothes and carried the showgirls into the shower, telling them over and over how wonderful it had been. Carol and Sharon were visibly excited by their dancing together and we all grabbed some soap and started to clean off the silver paint. Then Jillian got on her knees in front of Sharon and started to kiss and lick her way up Sharons thighs. Susan did the same for Carol. I was left with the top halves to attend to and did so with all the vigor I could muster. Then I called a halt. Everyone looked at me wondering what I was doing. “Sharon and Carol just got this hot by seducing each other in front of us. Let’s get everyone dry and let them finish the job without our intervention.” Sharon and Carol looked at each other with the kind of “I’m gonna fuck your eyes out” gleam in their eyes that only a few lucky souls have ever seen. We all dried off and retired to the master bedroom where Sharon and Carol immediately jumped on the bed and started to make love. The rest of us sat together on the bed and watched while we held and caressed each other. My cock was very hard by this time, and a quick check of the pussies around me told me I wasn’t the only one who was turned on. Carol and Sharon where shaking all over in a private world of their own so Jillian, Susan and I started our own little party. My mouth started to roam Jillian while Jillian’s mouth started to roam Susan while Susan’s mouth began to roam me. We heard loud grunting and groaning from Carol and Sharon, but by now were too engrossed in what we were doing to look that direction. Then I got onto my back and sat Jillian on my cock. I don’t think I’ve described her wonderful cunt before. It’s VERY tight and slippery at the entrance, and then opens up wider inside. It feels like a tight slippery rubber band moving up and down my cock, and when she comes, she has these marvelous mini-contractions that tighten everything everywhere in quick spasms; it feels almost like a vibrator. Truly wonderful. Susan then straddled my face and started kissing Jillian as I began to taste the beautiful clitoris in front of me. Another visual note here. I love looking at an aroused pussy - spread labia and red in color and damp - but the most visually stimulating is a black woman’s cunt. The bright red color surrounded by deep ebony is truly beautiful. It has the delicacy of the butterfly it looks like, with colors of amazing intensity. I didn’t have a lot of time to muse on that situation, however, because this particular ebony cunt was rubbing needfully against my face. It is not in my nature to want to disappoint, so I took to my task with renewed vigor. Next to my cock, I could feel Carol’s fingers rubbing Jillian’s clit while I licked and sucked and let my hands roam across whatever body parts I could reach. Then the grunting and groaning started, and I exploded into Jillian’s cunt. Susan and Jillian were right behind me and we all fell into a heap. All of us snuggled in the middle of the bed and fell asleep. I love my wives and the life we lead. Special toys Sometimes I get in the mood for some real kink. Well, not so kinky as many I’ve known. I’m not interested in real pain or degradation or body wastes or maiming of body parts. I’ll leave those for others who have an appreciation of the Marquis de Sade that I can’t share. Nothing is ever done without permission and if it goes too far, the safe word is STOP. It can be said loudly or whispered, but if I hear it, I immediately stop what I’m doing and unrestrain the submissive. At least that’s the plan… I haven’t gone too far for anyone of my clan yet. When this mood strikes me, usually on a Saturday night, I tell Jillian to prepare the girls for a heavy evening. They all go into the girls bedrooms and shower and return to the master bedroom wearing lingerie. They are restrained with their hands behind their backs and wearing their slave collars. Jillian is not restrained, although she is wearing her collar, and is instead pulling the rest along with a leash tied through all their collars. Since every time is as different as I can make it, there is usually a lot of nervous anticipation in their eyes. One night, when they arrived in the bedroom, I handed Jillian blindfolds for all but her. She went one by one down the rank and put a blindfold on each of them. The final tying of each blindfold was accompanied by a deep kiss from the mistress. Carol, Susan and Sharon then followed Jillian into our dungeon/secret toy room by being pulled by the leash. The room is about 20 wide and 30 feet long, and looks much like the dungeon room of a medieval castle. Stone walls with chains and bars and whips and canes hanging in perfect alignment. There is carpet, of course… another modern touch. A person sized table sits near the middle of the room. (I’m looking for a suit of armor… if anyone has one that’s not too expensive, please let me know. ) In the center of the room this time, I had placed a Sybian. In case that word is new to you, it is the foremost electronic masturbation device for women. I looks like a half cylinder, round side up with a dildo sticking out from the top. Women have reported orgasms continuing for hours when they use it, if they choose to. It is quite expensive, but most that have it, feel that it’s worth the price. The dildo moves around in circles and back and forth simultaneously and there is a vibrator that is in constant touch with the clitoris when the user is seated on the soft leather cylinder. There is a control attached by a 4’ cable with two dials on it… one for the dildo and one for the vibrator. It’s diabolically clever and wonderful. Usually, it’s the person riding the machine that has the controls in her hand… but not this night. You see, it was brand new and no one knew about it but Jillian; she had to know because she handles our money and it isn’t easy to slip a check for two thousand dollars through her financial net. At any rate, she was going to handle the controls at first since she was the mistress. I took Carol’s leash off and walked her to a set of wall chains and tied her to them. Then I did the same for Sharon. Since Susan in the most vocal of the girls, I decided she would go first so the sounds could create a certain apprehensive eagerness on the parts of the other girls. I moved her to the center of the room and tied her wrists to the overhead rings. The chilling sound of chains moving across each other added to the tension in the room. I pulled her panties to the floor and she clumsily stepped out of them. (Hey… YOU try to take off your underwear while you’re blindfolded, wearing heels and can’t move your arms.) Then I gently lowered her onto the Sybian. Her knees straddled the machine and the dildo snuggled inside her cunt. She gave a slight moan as it entered her, pumping a few times to spread the lubrication. Then, to make sure she couldn’t escape whatever Jillian did to her, I tied her ankles to her thighs… loosely enough to allow blood to circulate, but tight enough that she wouldn’t be able to stand up and get off the machine until we were finished with her. I then pulled her lips to mine and kissed her as Jillian turned on the Sybian at low speed. I could see the girls along the wall straining to hear what was going on by turning their heads to get the most sound into their ears as if it would help… to get any clue at all as to what was to happen to them. I got some nipple clamps and put them on Susan. She took in a big breath and then settled into the sensations. They were undoubtedly mild so far… just enough for her to slowly get interested. I then walked over to Carol and Sharon and moved Carol to the same rings that Sharon was using, tying her so that they were facing each other. I took a pair of nipple clips and – taking Sharon’s right nipple and Carol’s left, tied them together with one clamp. I then repeated the procedure for the other side. They were breathing very heavily by then. I told them they could move any way they wanted, and kiss or whatever they felt like, but to pay attention to the sounds they would hear because they would be next. I then spanked them both a few times to get them warmed up. Before I left them they were kissing like two long lost lovers and rubbing their bodies together. Beautiful. I went back to Susan who was now beginning to feel the power of the Sybian. Jillian was expertly guiding her along the path to orgasm, slowly but surely. Then, I took a light cane from the wall and struck her on the ass a couple of times. At the same time, Jillian turned up the heat on the Sybian. Susan began to groan and hump the Sybian, which was getting wet from her juices all the way to the floor. The other girls had stopped rubbing against each other and listened intently as Susan started to whimper. I sat down behind her straddling the Sybian and put my arms around her, removing the nipple clamps. She practically screamed and began to thrash her head back and forth… grunting as she pushed against the Sybian. It was beautiful to see this amazing woman, her arms chained in the air, being violated by a machine that was taking her to new heights. “Uhng. Uhng. Uhng.” I began to play with her nipples and kissing her neck. She tried to reach my lips and couldn’t stay still long enough. Her breathing became ragged and she squirmed side to side and up and down as well as she could. Then Jillian turned up the power. Susan went rigid against me; she sucked in her breath and stopped breathing, and then the long low wail that we love to hear from her. Because of the machine, her orgasm was continuing far longer than normal. Jillian had been watching her pretty closely so she knew what effect the machine would have on her. Jillian played with the controls and kept her going on and on. “Please sir, please… I’ve had enough…” then it hit her again and she screamed, “Oh God. Oh God. Oh Jesus,” as wave after wave hit her. (She tends to get religious at moments like this.) Then she relaxed thinking it was over again when Jillian hit the controls and she went on to new heights altogether, small high pitched shrieks and then another long low wail. Jillian kept her going for about ten minutes longer and then point took pity on her, knowing that her own turn was to come. I untied Susan and held her until her breathing relaxed and she could speak again. “Wow, Sir” she whispered in a hoarse voice, “that was an E ticket.” Carol and Sharon were now very hot with anticipation… rubbing against each other… I think Carol was close to coming. I went over to them and pulled off the nipple clamps… both of them moaned at the sudden rush of blood and sensation into their breasts and began humping against each other. I said, “plenty of time to come later, darlings” and moved Carol back to her own station… I then took a medium sized vibrating dildo and pulled Carol’s panties down to her knees… then I put the vibrator completely inside her and pulled her panties back up to hold it in. “That should keep you interested for a while.” I then spanked her ass a few times and kissed her lips and breasts, paying careful attention to those overly sensitive nipples that had just come out of a clamp… then I walked over and did the same for Sharon. They both started to make beautiful groaning sounds that continued on and on. Susan was fully recovered by now. Jillian was holding her as she came down from that amazing high. I removed her blindfold and kissed her deeply. “Would you like a little sweet revenge on your mistress?” “Oh, yes sir.” I then tied Jillian as Susan had been tied and put the nipple clamps on Jillian. I sat behind her and held her closely, kissing her neck and fondling her breasts. She was so hot already, I thought she’d come as soon as she sat on the Sybian. Carol proved, however, to be Jillian’s equal at teasing with the controls and it wasn’t long before Jillian was as heavy into her orgasm as Susan had been a few minutes before. Her high pitched squeals were music to everyone’s ears. They continued through three orgasms. Susan was getting a wonderful revenge that Jillian didn’t seem to mind. Carol and Sharon were beside themselves waiting for their turn at they knew not what, humping the air trying to get an orgasm from their dildos. To no avail, of course; it just kept them tortuously close to the edge. After Carol had finished with Jillian, I left her tied on the Sybian for a moment while I took out my cock and slid it into her mouth. It took no time at all before I spurted an amazing amount of come down her throat. She swallowed like a champ and thanked me and I kissed her. I then released her and it was Carol’s turn on the Sybian followed by Sharon. By the end of Sharon’s turn, we were all (except Sharon who needed some rest) turned on again and we adjourned, arm in arm to the master bedroom. I pulled Carol close to me. “I need a good fuck,” I said. She said, “you’ve come to the right place, sir.” I laid on my back and she sat down on my cock. She was so wet – and so was I – that my cock slipped straight on in without any pumping. I always forget how tight she is until I’m there. Her slippery little shaved cunt always molds itself to my cock for the entire time I’m inside her. She moved slowly back and forth across my cock. Her eyes were getting glazed as she started to pump her little body up and down and across mine. I pulled Jillian so that she was sitting on my face and facing Carol. They kissed and fondled each other as they rode me to orgasm. Sharon and Susan gathered around us and we all kissed and hugged while my cock slid in and out of Carol. I came rather quickly and held myself inside her for a while as we all held each other very closely. We then all got under the quilts, snuggled and fell asleep. It had been a very long night. One funny thing that sometimes happens. When we have a really good evening together – not necessarily sex – we all like to sleep cuddled in one bed. As we do and the lights go out, Sharon sometimes says, “G’night John Boy,” and everyone laughs. Of course, our family is pretty far removed from John-boy’s, but we are family. Another Special Night It was another Friday night… and it was Sharon and Susan’s turn to give us a show. After dinner, Jillian, Carol and I sat in the living room anticipating what they were going to do… a guessing game of sorts. We sat on the sofa and waited. They had erected a curtain in front of the “hanging” area, so we spent a little time trying to guess what they were going to do… none of us were right. The lights came down and we were treated to Susan dressed in a short white skirt and torn white tee-shirt top. She was hanging by both arms from chains attached to our ceiling hooks. She was blindfolded and had three way clamps attached to both nipples and her clitoris. Sharon had on a bra, hot pants, elbow length gloves and calf length boots… all black leather and shining when the lights hit her. They looked the perfect glamour Nazi and victim. Susan was already breathing heavily, no doubt from the tightness of the clamps and the anticipation of what was to come. There were small spotlights focussed on every part of her body so that we could see the two of them and little else in the room. It was beautiful. We could even see the stars above us through the glass roof. Susan’s black skin against the white clothing contrasting with Sharon’s black clothing and very white skin was a black and white photographer’s wet dream. Stunning contrasts and textures. Beautiful, compelling, powerful. Jillian Ch. 04 Sharon, riding crop in hand, walked forward and said, “Susan suspects that she can come from being helpless and stimulated by pain. We’re going to see if it’s true. We have practiced a little, but this is the first time we’ll try to take it to the point where she comes. Please be quiet so we can concentrate on what we’re doing.” With that, she turned back to Susan and whispered something in her ear. Susan replied, “uh huh” rather loudly and breathed even heavier than before. Sharon stood back and started to strike her back and thighs with the riding crop. It was a slow, regular rhythm of hits in an irregular pattern. Susan knew when she was going to be hit. She did not know where, so the surprise each time must have been intense. She started to breathe hard and loud with little glottal stops every few seconds. She was obviously getting very excited. The pain of each stroke couldn’t have been terrible, but the accumulation of little slaps over a period of time can be overwhelming. Sharon then unbuttoned Susan’s shorts and took her riding crop and pushed them down to the floor. Susan then had on only a torn tee-shirt top. Her breasts were heaving and she was beginning to sweat. Sharon ripped the tee-shirt open. And Susan was beautiful. Sweating. The spotlights were glinting off the beads of sweat, and there was a bright sheen of come trailing down her thighs. The crop came down on her breasts now. Susan’s mouth became slack and her breathing quickened. Her head started thrashing from side to side. Then back to the regular rhythm irregular placement of the crop. Breasts. Thighs. Stomach. Back. Ass. It almost seemed like Sharon was hitting her everywhere at the same time. Susan’s beautiful black skin was getting redder by the minute. Sharon then reached to the table beside her and retrieved a flogger that had hundreds of very skinny leather strands, and began to flog her… slowly at first, then with increasing intensity. Susan’s legs were free to move and she did her best to avoid being hit… at least as well as a blindfolded and restrained person can do… and soon there were tears streaming from her eyes. Her breathing became heavy and she was choking down sobs, groaning with every blow of the flogger. She would strike at irregular intervals now. Sometimes resting for as long as ten seconds, other times hitting by swinging the strands of the flogger in circles as fast as she could while hitting Susan at every turn. The impact of the hits was heavier than I had expected… I hoped it sounded harder than it was. Sharon then moved so that she could access her front and began flogging – gently at first – almost caressing her stomach and breasts. I started to get up to see if she was OK and Jillian touched my arm to stop me. She whispered, “please trust them, sir.” So I sat back down to watch some more. This was a bridge we had never crossed before and I found myself more than a little interested in how it was to play out anyway… my cock was responding despite my worry for Susan. Maybe because of it. I was getting turned on by something that only a few months ago I would have considered outside my personal bounds. There were stripes forming across Susan’s abdomen and as Sharon flogged the chains from the clamps on her nipples and clit, she would hump the air. She was obviously into a very sexual “sub-space.” Her groans filled the room. My cock was hard and dripping. I looked over at Jillian and Carol and they were both completely entranced with the show, their mouths were open and they were breathing faster than normal. While Jillian was resting her arm on mine to quiet and calm me, she was holding hands tightly with Carol. I began to wonder if my subs were more sub than I thought. By this time, Susan’s shirt had been completely ripped off so that we could see the stripes that by now covered most of the front of her body. Sharon continued relentlessly striking her in an irregular rhythm and Susan was screaming “Oh God” over and over again. Sharon moved around to her back once more and Susan’s groaning increased. Her attempts to avoid the blows changed. She seemed now to be trying to lean into them. Her legs came together and she began rubbing them side to side in an apparent attempt to stimulate her clit. Sharon said, “Oh no you don’t!” and went to the toy box to get a “spreader.” She then proceeded to chain Susan’s legs three feet apart so she couldn’t get them close enough to do anything. Then, the real teasing began. “Does the little slut need to come?” “Yes, Ma’am.” Then Sharon used the flogger to slap her cunt. A deep intake of breath and Susan said, “thank you ma’am.” Again Sharon slapped her cunt. A deeper intake of breath. Then Susan stood behind her and kneeled down to inspect her pussy. “Oh, darling, you are very wet.” Through deep anguished breaths, Susan managed to say, “yes Ma’am.” We watched as she moved the handle of the flogger up and then slowly into Susan’s cunt. Susan took a really deep breath at this point and looked like she was starting to come. Then Sharon moved it slowly in and out. Very slowly. It was astounding to watch the flogger’s handle began to shine brightly with Susan’s come. It was obviously very frustrating to Susan because she couldn’t get it to move fast enough inside her to make her come, despite her best efforts to pump against the handle. Sharon then stood up, flogger in hand and brought it to Susan’s mouth. Even blindfolded, Susan knew what it was as soon as it touched her lips and she started licking it clean. Sharon took the flogger handle and placed it between Susan’s teeth, like a pirate’s knife, and told her to hold on to it. “Do you think you’re ready Darling?” She breathed through her clenched teeth, “oh, yes, ma’am. Please.” “Please what?” “Please let me come.” She was wailing by this time. “Please.” Tears were streaming from under the blindfold. She was shining with wetness all over from sweat and tears and come. The lights glinted off the dampness creating a fast moving light show whenever she moved to avoid or lean into a blow. Sharon then grabbed the chains holding the nipple and clit clips in place and pulled them off all at once. Susan, clenching her teeth tightly to the flogger, threw her head back and let out a moan through her tightly clamped teeth that could be heard a month from now. As she did, the riding crop came out again and Sharon started to slap her clit with it. That was it. Susan began that long low moan we all know signals a Richter scale piece of dynamite exploding in her pussy. Her hips were thrust forward so we could actually see her cunt opening slowly and then contracting with staggering force. Sharon had placed small spot light aimed at the exact spot so we could see everything perfectly. She began a long slow writhing and we could see the muscles in her stomach rippling up and down in time with the contractions of her cunt. Sharon kept slapping and Susan kept coming far longer that I thought possible. There was silence in the room now save for Susan’s sobs. The flogger fell from her mouth and her body went limp in the chains holding her arms and legs. Sharon moved in front of her and kissed her deeply and lovingly. Susan returned the kiss… open to anything Sharon wanted. Sharon called us forward and we removed the chains holding her up as well as her blindfold. She was very unsteady, so we supported her as we walked her to the shower, all of us kissing whatever body part was closest. We all stripped and walked into the shower together and lovingly soaped and caressed her body which was covered with welts so that it felt bumpy under our hands. She still hadn’t said a word. Nobody had said a word. We dried her, and put body lotion all over her and walked her to the bed. As soon as she lay down, her eyes closed and she fell into a deep sleep, mumbling, “thank you, I love you” over and over again. We covered her with a quilt, kissed her and left her sleeping peacefully. Back in the living room, we were all quiet. All holding hands with someone. All feeling breathless and close and – in my case at least – VERY horny. I pulled Jillian to me and looked her in the eyes, and then began to kiss her. It was a gentle kiss. A kiss reserved for people who have bonds beyond the sexual; a touching of souls as much as lips and tongues. Sharon and Carol pulled closely around us and we all held each other in an expression of something difficult to describe if you’ve never felt it and so obvious if you have. A transcendent feeling of oneness with each other and with everyone and everything everywhere. We all kissed each other and the kisses gradually became more sexual. I grabbed Sharon and began to kiss her, telling the others to undress her… I was too busy to bother. Of course, she wasn’t wearing much, so it took no time at all to get her naked. I then walked her over to the stage area and clamped her wrists into the chains. The lights were still on “stage mode” so she was stunning to look at. “It would be anticlimactic to punish you the way you did Susan tonight. Maybe even disrespectful since it was so wonderfully done. So, we will do the opposite. We will punish you with pleasure. Carol, bring the rolling cart.” As she was getting the cart, Jillian and I approached Sharon. Jillian at the back and I at the front. Jillian started to kiss her way down Sharon’s neck and back and as she threw her head back, enjoying the sensations, I began to kiss the front of her neck. As you can imagine, Sharon was really beginning to enjoy the attention. We kissed our way slowly down her body… spending extra time at sensitive areas… I slowed at her neck, upper chest, tummy… Jillian slowed at her armpits, and her lower back, moving her tongue down the center of her spine and under her legs until her tongue and mine met at a VERY slippery spot between Sharon’s legs. There was a shiny trail of very slippery come all the way to her knees. By this time, Carol had returned with our mobile toybox. That night changed the atmosphere in our house.