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I sat on the park bench soaking up the warm sun. Nothing can
warm a body like the south Florida sun in July. It soaks into
the body and enduces a feeling of peace that can erase the cares
of the world. Not that I had any significant cares, but if I
did, the all-pervading Florida sun would have alleviated them. I
watched the adolescent girls lying on the beach soaking up the
same sun that I found so soporific. The sight of those girls set
the brain syntaxes in motion that took my mind back to a July day
ten year previous.
- - - - - - - - - -
I was fourteen and randy as all hell with adolescent hormones.
School was out for the summer and I was supposed to be at work,
flipping hamburgers at McDonalds. I had called in sick, though,
for no reason other than I didn't feel like working. I was in my
room reading a book (sort of) and thinking about turning on the
stereo when I heard some noise from our back yard. The window in
my room was over the yard so I took a look. It was my stuck-up
sister Trish, one year older than I was, and her snotty friend,
Katie. They had evidently just arrived and were sitting by the
pool.
Our yard was totally fenced in and mostly taken up by the
in-ground pool. The whole thing was very private. I could tell
by the way Trish and Katie were giggling and horsing around that
they thought they were alone. Mom and Dad were at work just like
I supposed to be. I could hear Katie saying, "C'mon Trish. No
one's gonna see us and it'll be fun. OK?"
Trish agreed. "OK."
They both stood up and simultaneously pulled their tops over
their heads. I ogled two pairs of luscious medium-sized boobs. I
know I'm not supposed to think of my sister's boobs as luscious
but, goddam it, they were! (Still are!) The girls then kicked
off their sandals, stripped off their shorts and panties and dove
in the pool. I was excited. God, was I excited! They were
(are) both very attractive girls, Trish a brunette and Katie a
blond (a real blond judging by her pubic hair.) They splashed
and giggled and fooled around. Katie grabbed Trish's boob and
Trish squealed and grabbed back. Nothing too erotic. They were
just fooling around but I, on the other hand, was getting hot,
hot, hot! I had my shorts and underwear around my ankles and my
hand on my rock hard prick.
I watched them swim to the side of the pool closest to the house
and start to get out. I was afraid that one of them might glance
up and see me spying on them so I ducked out of the way. With my
shorts around my ankles I stumbled and hit my nightstand,
knocking the lamp off with a loud crash.
I was flustered and slid down beside the bed and prayed that they
didn't hear the noise. "Shit, shit, shit," I repeated to myself
hunched by my bed like a criminal. When you're fourteen years
old, though, you know you're never going to get caught and I was
beginning to feel a little more secure. They never would have
heard the noise I told myself. They were too busy fooling
around. When you're fourteen years old you're usually wrong and,
of course, I was. In what seemed like less than a minute but was
probably more like five Trish and Katie were standing in my
bedroom door, dressed but still wet, faces flushed and looking
angry as hell.
"You creep! You were spying on us. Weren't you!" shoutedTrish.
"No! Why should I spy on you? What's to spy on? No way!" I
shot back.
While saying this I'm on the floor next to a broken lamp and
looking guilty as hell. And, of course, my pants were still
down. My knees were drawn up to my chest and with the moves of a
circus contortionist I twisted, squirmed, jerked and pulled to
get those damn clothes back where they belonged and then stood up
while zipping and buttoning. Even I knew the jig was up.
"Why you lying little pervert!" yelled Katie. "You were watching
us and jacking off!"
"I was not!" I cried. I was mortified. I was never more
humiliated. Little did I know that I was about to learn things
about humiliation that I hadn't imagined.
"I'm telling mom and dad, Michael, and you're going to get it!
You're history, creep!" said my sister.
"No! Please, Trish. I wasn't doing anything. I didn't mean it.
I'll do anything! Don't tell dad! Please!" As you can tell, I
get real coherent under pressure.
"Just wait until..," Trish stated to say.
"Wait a sec," said Katie. "You'll do anything?" Katie asked me.
"Anything?"
"Yea. Anything," I really meant it. The embarrassment of having
my parents hear about this seemed unbearable. Not to mentioned
that they'd be furious and it'd be months before I saw the
outside of my room.
"Why don't we punish the little pervert," Katie said to my
sister. "Your parents will be too easy on him."
"Yea," said Trish with a smile that I didn't particularly like.
"You might be right, Katie. What do you think we oughta do to
him?"
"A spanking!" said Katie. "A good, hard, bare butt spanking with
that fraternity paddle that your dad has hanging on the wall in
the garage."
"Wait a minute," I interjected. "You can't do that!"
But Trish was caught up in the plan. "OK, then. It's up to you
Michael. Either I tell mom and dad that you were spying on us
and masturbating at the same time or you let us punish you with
the paddle. What's it gonna be? Huh?"
That was no choice. Anything would have been better than the
embarrassment of having mom and dad hear about this. But I still
tried to negotiate. "Yea, but no bare butt. That's not fair."
"Why you little worm!" said Katie. "You spied on us naked while
you're beating off but you're too good to show us your miserable
bare butt. No way! Bare butt or no deal! Not just bare but
naked like your perverted little eyes saw us!"
I can't say that I liked the way she put it but she did have a
point. My negotiations weren't going too well. I caved in.
"How many?" I asked.
Katie and Trish looked at each other and smiled. Then Katie
nodded her head toward the hall and they went out and conferred.
I waited in trepidation. They returned and Katie pronounced my
punishment.
"Ok, pervert. Here's the deal. You strip naked and each of us
gets to smack you ten times with the paddle. When we're done you
get an hour of penance which means you stand naked at attention
with your hands on your head so we can ogle you like you ogled
us. It's either that or your parents. What's it gonna be?"
I'd never been paddled before but I didn't think it could hurt
too badly. (How wrong I was!) The whole thing sounded awfully
humiliating but it did give me a kind of sexy feeling. Whatever.
I had no choice.
"OK," I gulped. "Let's get this over with."
The girls smiled. "Smart choice," said Trish. "Now strip!"
I didn't have much to strip. I was already barefoot so that left
my shirt, shorts and underwear. I turned my back on them and
took off my tee shirt.
"Oh, no," said Trish. "You face us and take them off."
No mercy. I turned around and slipped off my shorts and this is
when my first problem arose, if you'll excuse the pun.
"Uh, I'm not sure.." I started to say.
"Look, pervert," said Katie (did she forget my name, or
something?) If you have a hard on that's your problem. Get
naked!"
So off came the shorts. Very slowly and very reluctantly. And
of course I had an erection which Trish and Katie thought was the
funniest thing they ever saw. I tried to cover myself with my
hands but they had none of that.
"Hands at your side," commanded Trish and they both giggled
uncontrollably. "This is punishment and it's our way or no
way."
So I lowered my hands to my sides and stood facing them with my
hard prick impudently pointing at them. Their eyes alternated
from my dick to my red face and back again.
"You know," said my sister, "you seem to be enjoying this." They
both had wicked smiles that presaged worse to come.
It's hard to say exactly what I felt at the time. I was horribly
humiliated and embarrassed, attested to by my beet red face. But
there was an excited feeling somewhere down inside of me that I
wouldn't admit to.
"Get the paddle and meet us in the family room," commanded
Trish.
I stood rooted to the spot.
"Go!" she shouted.
I walked out of my room, down the hall and down the stairs while
they followed me talking loud enough for me to hear them as they
went.
"Your bro has a pretty cute ass, you know, Trish," said Katie.
"It's just a scrawny thing," my sister replied. "It needs some
color. Like bright red and black and blue."
They both thought that this was hilarious. I didn't mind the red
part but the black and blue scared me. I got the paddle from the
garage and met the girls in the family room. That's where I
learned that this wasn't going to be just a spanking but a
full-blown production. I was instructed to kneel and present the
paddle to my sister, Trish, with a formal request to be punished.
I knelt and with both hands proffered the paddle to Trish saying,
"Please punish me with this paddle."
"Not good enough, twerp," said my sister. "I want to hear how
many and why you deserve to be punished."
Trish was not going to make this easy and my prick, which was
beginning to relax a little, decided that it was time to come to
attention again. For the second time I presented the paddle and
this time I said, "Please spank me ten times for spying onyou."
"Shit, pervert!" I heard Katie say. "Why were you spying on us
and why were your pants down, pervert, and I want to hear you say
it like the miserable pervert you are. You don't say it right
this time I'm giving you extra."
Katie was really worked up. I knew she wanted this to be as
humiliating as possible. Oh, well. I tried a third time.
"Please spank me ten times with this paddle for spying on you
while you were swimming in the pool naked and for masturbating
while I was doing it." I was beet red and thoroughly
humiliated.
"Better," said Katie. "Wale the daylights out of him, Trish."
Trish commanded me to bend over and grip the seat of a wooden
chair, which I did. Then she said, "You let go of that chair and
you get extra. Got it, twerp?"
"Yes," I responded.
And with that the first blow landed on my ass with a loud smack
and even louder "YEEOW!" I shot upright and grabbed each cheek
with my hands.
"Too bad," said Trish. "That one doesn't count. You let go of
the chair. Ten to go. Now bend over."
This was going to be a lot worse than I thought. She was using a
full arm swing and stepped into the contact. Her tennis lessons
were paying off. I didn't see how I was going to survive two
more let alone ten from Trish and ten more from Katie.
The next smack came and then another. My eyes welled up with
tears. My hands had a white knuckled death grip on the chair.
Several more and I was sobbing aloud. Trish paused after seven
and I heard Katie say, "Good job, Trish. You got the baby
crying. Now make him howl."
And she did! Three more hard smacks and with each one I did not
believe that I could survive another. You will never know what a
hard paddling is like until to experience one of your own. The
pain is absolutely excruciating.
After the tenth Trish said, "Don't you dare move, creep, or I'm
starting all over again."
So there I stood, bent over the chair sobbing and crying with my
poor ass burning. I'm sure that the two girls found it to be a
very entertaining sight but I didn't even care. All I cared
about was my burning ass.
After about five minutes the excruciating pain subsided and so
did my crying. But as the pain and crying tapered off my
embarrassment and humiliation began returning. And always, just
beneath the surface, there was that un-named, barely realized
excitement. The excitement that was, apparently, keeping my
uncontrollable dick pointing straight out from my loins. Now it
was Katie's turn.
"Listen carefully, pervert, because if you screw up you're
getting double! Understand?"
Double? I didn't remember agreeing to anything like that but I
didn't really feel like arguing the point so I replied, "Yes."
Katie went on. "When I say so I want you to get on your knees
and crawl over to Trish, get the paddle and offer it to me with
every bit of subservience that you used with Trish and even more.
Clear?"
I responded in the affirmative and she said, "Go."
With my ass burning I got down on to all fours and crawled of the
chair where Trish sat after belaboring my poor bottom. She just
sat there holding the paddle so I politely asked, "May I please
have the paddle?"
With a smirk on her face she asked what I wanted it for. I could
see where this was going so in order to save time I offered what
I hoped would be an acceptable reply.
"I need to give it to Katie so she can spank me with it."
She said, "Well, I guess that's OK then," and gave me the paddle.
I crawled on my knees to Katie and with a subservient voice I
said, "Here's the paddle Katie. Please spank me with it ten
times because I'm a pervert and need to be punished for spying on
you and Trish while you were swimming nude and jacking off while
I was watching you." I thought it would be best to leave out the
tit grabbing part.
Katie grabbed the paddle and strode over to my chair and sat
down. What was she doing on my chair? What was I going to grab
on to? I suspected the answer and I didn't like it.
"Over my lap, pervert," she ordered me.
Tears began welling up in my eyes again. "Please, Katie. Not
over your lap," I whined.
"Now it's twelve. Do you want to go for fourteen?" she said.
"No." I replied in a small voice.
"Then get over here," she said pointing to her lap.
I crawled over to her and laid myself over her lap. At first my
hard dick poked into her leg and I had to rearrange myself so
that it wasn't touching her. Not good enough! She grabbed the
hair at the back of my head and pushed my face toward the floor
so that my erection has hard against her bare leg. Things were
going on down there that I didn't like.
I grabbed the chair leg with one hand and laid my other flat on
the floor. My upside down head was looking at Katie's pretty
bare feet, which I somehow found to be extraordinarily sensual.
Strange things were happening!
Katie's smooth soft hand was caressing one cheek and then the
other.
"Hey, Trish," I heard her exclaim. "You can actually feel the
heat from his butt. C'mere and see." Of course you could! The
damn thing was on fire! What the hell did she expect?
Trish walked over and felt for herself. Try to picture my
predicament. I'm naked. I' m lying over a pretty young girl's
lap. I'm staring at her pretty, sensual, bare feet. My hard
dick is pressed against her bare leg. She and my pretty young
sister are caressing my burning bare ass. And I'm doing
everything I can to keep from blowing my wad all over the afore
mentioned leg. Can you picture it? I get hard just thinking
about it!
Trish said, "Hey, neat. It really is hot. And to think I did
that." Pleased with herself for doing such a good job abusing
her younger brother, she walked back to her chair and sat down.
As her bottom hit the seat cushion the paddle slammed into my
sore waiting bum cheeks.
"EEEYOW!" Immediately tears sprung to my eyes and I got two more
hard licks.
I was screaming and crying. My one hand shot back to protect my
bottom but Katie grabbed my wrist with her free hand and bent it
behind my back. I was surprised at how strong she was.
Adrenaline maybe.
Two more. Total five. I was crying, kicking, squirming and
oblivious to everything but the searing pain in my bottom.
Oblivious to the fact that I was driving my hard dick against
Katie's one leg and into her other. Oblivious to a strange
animal odor. Katie aroused? Katie in heat?
At this point Katie paused in her abuse of my bottom, probably to
give my brain a chance to catch up with the pain. She laid one
of her hands on one of my burning painful cheeks. It felt cool
and comforting but her words were hot and uncompromising.
"Well pervert, seven to go. I intend to make them the hardest of
all. Aren't you pleased that I'm going to so much trouble to
improve your deportment?"
In response I cried and blubbered. I was totally out of control.
I didn't care what kind of image I presented to Katie and my
sister. Katie evidently wanted a response to the question that I
didn't even hear. She smacked my ass hard with her hand, pinched
it and said, "Answer me, pervert!"
I blubbered through my tears, "I..I'm s-s-sorry K-Katie. I-I
d-didn't hear the question."
"Ass hole!" she said as number six crashed into my ass.
The next six came slowly so that Katie could prolong my agony as
much as possible. Numbers seven and eight offered some relief to
my ass since they smacked into the top of my thighs. The new
area of pain was worse that the old.
Now I'm going to try to describe what was going on in the bottom
of my brain stem but I don't expect you to understand because I
don't' understand.
There was absolutely no way that I could live through the next
four. The pain was just too great. But I knew that I was going
to suffer through those swats because I had too. The combination
of beautiful Katie inflicting insufferable, excruciating pain on
my naked writhing body and the fact that I knew what was coming
and I knew I couldn't stand it and I knew that Katie was going to
make me endure it.... The whole scenario added up to a sexual
total that is impossible to calculate. See. I told you wouldn't
understand.
In retrospect I believe that the reason I didn't cum on Katie's
legs was because the pain was so intense. My brain stem simply
didn't have time to worry about ejaculation. Too bad. The
timing would have been a little bit better, as you shall see.
I won't bore you with the last four. Let me simply say that I
screamed, kicked, writhed, cried, bawled and blubbered and I'm
sure that I entertained my two tormentors immensely.
When Katie was done with the last one she dropped the paddle on
the floor and began to gently caress my mutilated bottom.
"Feel this, Trish. I made bumps." She sounded so proud. Trish
came over and once again I had two smooth cool hands caressing my
ass cheeks. I was crying so hard that my whole body was shaking
but the caresses began to calm me down.
"My God, look at the colors," said Trish.
For maybe two or three minutes this was the tableau. Katie's
sitting on the chair and my naked shaking sobbing body is draped
over her lap. Trish is kneeling in front of Katie and they're
both looking at my bottom while stroking and discussing it.
Then Trish got up and once again and returned to her upholstered
chair. She was ready to move on.
"Penance time, twerp. Stand up, at attention, feet together and
hands on you head. You even think about touching your butt and
you're getting ten more. Move!"
I slowly (and I'll have to admit, somewhat reluctantly) removed
myself from Katie's lap and took the required position. A
fourteen-year-old boy standing stark naked in front of two
clothed fifteen year-old adolescent girls. My hands were on my
head, my ass was burning terribly and my prick was hard. I was
still crying, tears running down my cheeks.
I could tell that Katie was loving every minute of it and she
began teasing me. She put her pretty face a foot away from mine
and placed her palms on each side of my face. "Is poor wittle
Mikey Wikey feeling bad?" she said in a baby voice. She slowly
crouched down while trailing her hands over my chest, my abdomen,
until they were flat against the front of my hips, her two thumbs
pointed toward my turgid penis. Her face was now level with my
one-eyed snake that was staring right back at her. In the same
baby voice she said, "Wittle Mikey Wikey's wittle pwick doesn't
wook so sad. I think the wittle pwick is having a good time,
don't you, Trish?"
Trish giggled as Katie's right hand slid over to my penis and she
gripped it between her thumb and forefinger like a cigar and she
said in her nauseating baby voice, "My oh my but the happy wittle
pwick seems quite..."
But that's all she managed to get out. My control was gone and
an alarmingly large shot of semen (along with the last shred of
my dignity) shot out of my hard penis and into Katie's face. She
shot up like a rocket and screamed, "You bastard!" into my face.
My first shot of cum had hit her square between her eyes and was
dripping over her nose and lips. My over active penis had left a
trail of cum down the front of her and was still squirting when
she was yelling about my parentage with her cum ravaged face six
inches from mine. She started to scream it again, "You ba..." but
stopped, hawked up a big one, and spat with true ferocity. With
that she whirled around and ran toward the bathroom. Trish had
fallen to the floor she was laughing so hard. And I stood naked,
hands on my head, ass every color of the rainbow, yellow phlegm
and white saliva splattered over my face and my semi-hard penis
dribbling semen onto my toes.
Trish managed to crawl from the floor to a chair and sat laughing
and staring at me and saying over and over, "Poor, Michael. Poor
Michael."
I was drained. I had no feelings left. At least I thought at
the time that I had none left. I was soon to learn other wise.
Katie was in the bathroom for a good ten minutes before she
finally emerged, face freshly scrubbed and top and shorts cleaned
but still wet from neck to crotch.
She walked up to me and once again I was looking into her brown
eyes that were less than a foot away from mine. "You'll pay for
this you little prick," she growled and began hawking up all of
the phlegm she get muster from her pretty little throat. I
squeezed my eyes shut in anticipation.
"Open your eyes, pervert."
I did and she let loose with the second hawker. It spattered
over my face mixing with the first one. And so with my messy
face and burning ass I passed the rest of my hour of penance.
But I wasn't done. I had crossed the line. Or at least my
uncontrollable prick had.
While I stood at attention all I could think about was the fact
that the insufferable pain was over. I hoped. But as I watched
Katie and Trish talking together, too quietly for me to hear, I
had the feeling that my suffering was not going to end when my
hour of penance was over.
I had about ten minutes left when the two girls came up and began
walking around me. As they did they talked about me as they
might have discussed a new dress or some other inanimate object.
Katie commented on my chest and how it had no hair and how brown
my nipples were and then she pinched and twisted them hard.
Trish poked my stomach and said that it wasn't bad for a twerp.
Then they stood behind me and talked about my ass and the
different colors and hard bumps that they created. As they did
this they smacked it with their hands and pinched it causing me
some pain. They stood in front of me and started talking about my
prick and Trish put her hand under my balls and sort of hefted
them and discussed their weight. Katie grabbed my prick, which
was beginning to grow again, and they discussed that and its size
and hardness. I notice that they never pointed my penis toward
themselves. Always away. I finally gathered the courage to
speak.
"Look, I'm done now. I took my beating and did my penance and
now we're even."
Even while I said this I maintained my position. Somehow I knew
that this wasn't the end but just the beginning.
You don't get it, do you," said Trish. "This is no longer about
your spying or me telling. The fact is that from this day
forward whenever the three of us are alone together things are
different. You're our slave. Whatever we tell you to do, you
do, Your job in life from now on is to please the two of us, no
matter how humiliating or painful it may be. And it will be
painful and humiliating. Katie and I are your masters.
Mistresses. I'm not sure why this is true but it is and you know
it, don't you?"
I just stood there, at attention, hands on my head, dried spit on
my face and stared at my sister. I knew then that what she said
was true but if I responded it would be like putting a seal on a
contract that would dictate the rest of my life. But Trish
wasn't going to accept silence. It was here turn to spit in my
face and she did it with enthusiasm. I was beginning to feel
like a human spittoon.
"Don't you," she repeated.
"Yes," I replied quietly.
The deed was done. My fate was sealed.
Trish reached down and grabbed my balls. There was dew on her
upper lip and a sheen on her face that wasn't from exertion. And
I could smell that animal odor that I mentioned earlier. There
was no doubt in my mind that these two girls were aroused. The
things that had aroused them bode no good for my immediate
future.
As Trish squeezed and wrenched my balls she quietly said, "From
now on, asswipe, it's Mistress Patricia and Mistress Katherine.
You got that?"
"Yes, Mistress Patricia," I squeaked out through the pain in my
crotch.
I knew that I should have found the fact that my own sister was
squeezing my nuts to be an extraordinary thing. But in the last
two hours we had reached a place where it seemed natural.
Scary!
With additional squeezing and wrenching Trish said in a low
menacing voice, "Now Katie and I have to go talk about what we're
go to do with you and I want you to stay exactly as you are and
not move one muscle. Clear?"
"Yes, Mistress Patricia," I said through my grimace.
Katie and Trish adjourned to the pool deck where they arranged a
couple chairs so they could sit in comfort and watch me through
the sliding glass doors while they talked and giggled and planned
my future. I was getting tired and sore standing at attention.
Even now, after all that had happened to me, I was still
embarrassed to be standing nude in front of two girls just a year
older that me. The dried spit on my face and dried cum on my
prick didn't help. And, of course, there was my multi-hued ass,
which still burned when I thought about it.
After about fifteen minutes of this Trish shouted to me, "Go into
the bathroom and wash your face and then come over here, asswipe.
And no walking. Crawl!"
I had evidently gone from creep to twerp to asswipe. I doubted
if I'd ever hear the name Michael again. I got to my hands and
knees and did as instructed. When I got to the pool deck the
cement was painful on my knees. When I reached the girls I knelt
back on my heels which reminded me once again of my abused ass.
Katie raised one foot to my face so that her big toe was an inch
from my nose. "Hold that, dipshit," she said. I cradled the
foot in my two hands. I could fell my prick spring to life and
heard Trish giggle as it did.
"I want you to make love to my foot with your mouth, dipshit. I
want you to kiss it and lick it and suck on each one of my toes
and I want to continuously feel your ugly tongue worshiping my
foot. Get started!"
I started. I kissed and licked each toe. Sucked on each one
while caressing it with my tongue. I kissed and licked her sole,
her instep, her heel. I rubbed my cheek over the top of her
foot. I gave that one foot more love and attention than I had
ever given anything in my life. And I loved every second of it.
My dick was rock hard. So am I a pervert? Absolutely!
After I finished with one foot I did her other. After I finished
with that I administered my sister's feet. Is that perverted?
Demented? I don't care. It was pure heaven!
Then it got interesting. Katie stood and dropped her shorts and
panties around her ankles and kicked them off. She sat down
again placing her butt on the edge of the chair and pointed to
her crotch. That was all that was necessary. I crawled over on
my raw knees and went straight for her furry blond muff. The
odor was pervasive. I kissed and licked and sucked and nibbled
and had an absolutely grand time making love to my Mistress
Katherine's crotch. She moaned and groaned and gyrated and
grabbed the hair at the back of my head (tightly!) directing my
busy mouth and tongue where she wanted it. At times she crammed
my face into her muff so hard I thought I'd suffocate. I had no
idea how long this went on. It could have been minutes or it
could have been hours. Finally she gave my head an extra
vigorous shove, squeezed her thighs hard against my ears, lifted
her naked butt off the chair and said, "Oh god oh god oh god oh
god!" She collapsed into the chair pushing me off my knees and
onto the deck.
But I wasn't done. Trish threw me a towel and said, "Clean your
face, asswipe. Now do me."
Do Trish? Do my sister? I looked at her and she was stark naked
and she was hot! And ready! Her face glistened with a sheen of
perspiration. Her whole body glistened. And her nether lips
glistened. Oh god how they glistened!
She was right about my face. It was soaked from ear to ear with
Katie's juices. So I wiped my face dry (but still sticky) and
crawled over to Trish on my knees that were now bleeding. I had
no idea they were bleeding. My entire focus was reduced to three
things. Katie's cunt, Trish's cunt and my prick, which was ready
to explode for a second time.
I buried my face in Trish's delicious crotch and "did" her. I
"did" her with all of the fervor that I "did" Katie. And Trish
exploded with all of the energy that exemplified Katie's orgasm.
When Trish decided that I was finished I sat back on my heels and
looked at my two mistresses. They were naked and they were
beautiful (Katie had lost her top somewhere along the line.)
They were both sprawled on their chairs, legs spewed. Katie had
recovered and was smiling. Trish was still panting and gently
kneading her left tit with her right hand. God, they were
gorgeous! God, I was lucky!
"Spread your knees further apart so I can see your miserable
prick better," said Katie.
I spread my knees noticing absently how raw they were. I
adjusted myself slightly so that both Katie and Trish could
better see my hard dick.
"Now jack off, dipshit," commanded Katie.
"Yes, Mistress Katherine," I mumbled and lowered my right hand to
my hard dick and began stroking it. This act seemed to bring
into focus a whole array of feelings. My humiliation and
embarrassment. My total subjugation to my new mistresses. That
kernel of sexual excitement that had been growing in my brain for
the last several hours and was now ready to explode. My one hand
stroked faster and harder and my other splayed out behind me on
the cement to help support me. My abused butt lifted off my
heels, my back arched, I grunted and I shot my wad three feet in
front of me between their two chairs. (Thank god I missed them.
I didn't want to go through that, again.) Trish and Katie
laughed and applauded as I collapsed on the cement deck, my face
wet and sticky with my sister's cum, my hand sticky with my own
cum, exhausted.
The three of us remained like that for ten minutes or an hour and
ten minutes. Time had become meaningless. Finally Katie made a
sensuous cat-like stretch, rose from her chair and knelt her
wonderful naked body next to me and pecked me on the cheek.
"That was fun, Michael. We'll have to do it again." I was
Michael again. Interesting what a few orgasms can do.
With that she dressed, said "See ya," to Trish and left.
Some time passed before Trish spoke.
Go clean up, Michael, and then come back. Don't get dressed.
You can walk. Your knees look pretty bad."
I did as instructed. When I returned she was still naked and in
the chair but siting more upright now. I walked up beside her
and stated to kneel but she took my hand and said, "No. Stand."
She pulled me next to her so that my dick was directly in front
of her face, inches away. She gently kissed the tip, the shaft,
the pubic hair, the balls. I was young and vital (I like to
think that I still am) and my prick was once more at attention.
Trish kissed the tip, again, and poked her tongue out to gently
kick it. The surges were welling up in me once again. Her lips
parted further and slowly wrapped them around the head, the
shaft. Languidly she began sliding her lips up and down while
her tongue caressed the head. It took a while because of my two
pervious orgasms but it happened eventually. I placed one hand
gently on the back of her head and caressed her naked shoulder
with my other and shot what was left of my manhood into to her
mouth. She slowly slid her lips off my shaft, licked the tip
clean with a couple swipes of her pretty tongue, looked up into
my eyes, smiled and swallowed. I watched as she ran her tongue
around the inside of her mouth and swallow again. Then she said,
"I love you, Michael. I love you as my brother. I love you as
my lover. But most of all, and don't ever forget it, I love you
as my slave."
Trish gathered up her clothes and walked naked into the house. I
was left standing there in awe. Absolute awe.
- - - - - - - - - -
So that's the story. That's what happened ten years ago. Since
then my life has had its ups and downs but there has always been
one wonderful constant. At least once a week this asswipe,
dipshit slave visits his two mistresses that he worships with
every fiber of his body.
I sometimes wonder what would have happened if I hadn't played
hooky from work that day. Did that day mold me and Trish and
Katie or would this screwy relationship have evolved anyway.
Would I be the slave that I am or a normal married with family
kind of guy. Oh, well. Why wonder. As Popeye so eloquently put
it, "I y'am what I y'am!"
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