index


Message-ID: <50109asstr$1104887404@assm.asstr-mirror.org>
From: MWTB <mwtbposter@creativeentropy.com>
User-Agent: Mozilla Thunderbird 0.6 (Windows/20040502)
MIME-Version: 1.0
Content-Transfer-Encoding: 8bit
Subject: {ASSM} The Favor (4/5) by MWTB
Lines: 2272
Date: Tue,  4 Jan 2005 20:10:04 -0500
Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail
Approved: <assm@asstr-mirror.org>
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories
Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d


*The Favor* by MWTB

This story is copyrighted by the author. You may repost for
non-commercial use with attribution. Don't read it unless you are
legally allowed to.





Other stories by MWTB are located at:
http://storiesonline.net/library/author.php?id=1832





Comments are GREATLY appreciated, and can be given at:
http://storiesonline.net/library/create_mail_form.php?id=1832 or
http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/mwtb/www/



+++++

*Part 4: Winter*

*Chapter 30: The Locker Room*

I was on my way to class when I saw Rachel coming down the hall,
and an idea struck me.

"Can you miss your next class?" I asked her.

"I guess," she said.

"Good, put your books down and come with me," I instructed. She
did as I asked, and she followed me. I took her down towards the
gym, and we waited for the next class to begin. Rachel looked at
me questioningly, but she did not object to the waiting. When the
next class was in session, I led her over to the boy's locker
room.

"What are we doing at the locker room?" she asked.

"You look a little dirty to me," I told her. "I thought that you
could use a shower."

"But this is the boy's locker room," she said.

"Well, I want to watch, and I couldn't very well go into the
girl's locker room, could I?" I responded. Before she could
complain again, I took her hand and pulled her into the locker
room.

I took her over to the lockers and when she just stood there I
said, "Well, you can't take a shower in your clothes! Get
undressed!"

She looked around nervously, but she started undressing. She was
wearing a white, button down shirt, which she unbuttoned and
slipped off. She stood there in a black skirt and white bra. The
bra was thin white lace and her pink nipples clearly showed
through it. She slipped off her skirt next, and she stood there
in the white lace bra and matching panties. They were string
bikinis, with a white lace band that went over her hips. They
were as translucent as her bra, and I could see her bald pussy
peeking out of them.

She reached behind her in that move that all girls seem to pick
up and unfastened her bra and slipped it off. No matter how often
I see her tits, I don't get tired of them. They are not huge, but
they have a natural firmness that you only seem to find on
teenage girls. The pink tipped nipples pointed ever so slightly
upwards, standing out brightly in the middle of her breasts. Both
nipples were crinkled and extended, seemingly asking to be
nibbled on, and her rings were hanging down freely from them.

I watched as she slowly slipped her lace panties down, first off
one hip, then the other, wiggling her ass as she removed them.
When they were off, she started to head towards the shower when I
stopped her.

"Sit down here on the bench," I told her. "I need to see how
dirty you are."

She blushed a bit, but did as I instructed. I had her straddle
the bench, then I pushed her back to lie on it. I got down
between her legs and examined her closely. Her pussy was smooth,
and her lips hung down slightly, puffy and red, spread open, as
if waiting for something to enter her.

I ran my finger from her clit on the top, down her labia on one
side, over her perineum and back up the other side until my
journey ended back at her clit. I looked at my finger and noticed
some moisture on it.

"You see," I told her, holding up my finger to see. "You are so
dirty. You have fluids all over the place! Go shower."

The boys shower room was a bullpen type, with showerheads around
the wall and a wide open space in the middle. She walked in and
turned on the water, holding her head under the spray. I enjoyed
seeing her ass pointing to me, with her tits peeking out at me as
she turned from side to side. She grabbed some shampoo and worked
it in, then rinsed it off. Then she turned to face me and started
soaping up her body. She must have felt that her tits were
particularly dirty, because she seemed to spend an awful long
time on them, staring at me the whole time.

She worked the soap down her body, and I saw that she tried
getting to all the dirty areas that I had pointed out, even going
to the trouble of digging as far in as she could reach, to ensure
that it was completely clean. Then she turned around and bent
over, giving her asshole the same treatment.

Then she shut off the water, wrung her hair out, and sashayed
back to me. "I'm clean!" she said.

"I'll notify the board of health," I told her.

Just then, the door to the locker room burst open and a couple of
freshman walked in. Rachel looked startled, but then calmly
slipped on her bra. She looked around for her panties, but did
not see them. She shrugged and slipped her skirt over her legs,
then put her shirt on and slipped into her sandals.

The freshman just stood stock still by the door, frozen by the
sight in front of them. "I was just so dirty, I _had_ to use the
closest shower. Hope you don't mind!" she said, and she gave each
a kiss on the cheek as she left.

What she didn't see, though those surprised freshman did, were
her lace panties, sitting on the bench, the stained and moist
crotch facing up for everyone to see. I'd have to be sure and
tell her that later. It would make her so deliciously
embarrassed.

+++++

*Chapter 31: A Change of Bedrooms*

It was Friday night, and Jeff was having dinner with us. I was
cleaning off the table after our meal and Rachel was teasing Jeff
about something. All of a sudden, Jeff said, "You know what I
would like? I'd like to see my ladies stretched out in the
playroom."

All joking stopped as Rachel and I looked at him eagerly.

"Are you ladies up for that?" he asked with a smile. He knew we
were _always_ up for that. To answer him I dropped to my knees
and crawled to him. He took hold of both of our hair and pulled
us by the scalp to the basement door. He allowed us to walk
downstairs, but as soon as we were downstairs we were back on our
knees. We crawled to the door of the playroom, where he handed me
Rachel's collar, and handed Rachel mine.

I reached over and collared Rachel for him, then she did the same
to me. He took our leashes and let us lead him into the playroom.
I glanced back and saw him watching our swaying asses wiggling in
front of him.

He had us kneel with our legs open, while he rearranged some
furniture in the room. He set up two sawhorses far apart, then
beckoned me over to him. He put a mat down between the sawhorses
and had me lie down on it. He then tied me spread eagle, my arms
stretched high and wide over my head, my legs spread wide open.
Before continuing, he took the opportunity to run his tongue
through my pussy, causing me to gasp with pleasure.

Then he left me and stood up. He took a sturdy pole and attached
it between the horses. I knew what was coming, but I don't think
that Rachel did. He went to Rachel and tied her hands together
tightly with rope. He then slipped a vibrating egg into her
pussy. She gasped in pleasure as he led her over to me. He picked
her up so that she straddled the pole.

Rachel stood on her tiptoes, her feet near my ears. Jeff took her
hands and attached them to a hook on a rope and pulley. He pulled
the rope tighter, which dragged her arms forward and up so that
she was leaning over. Jeff then bent next to me and grabbed one
of Rachel's ankles, slipping a rope around it. He pulled it
tight, dragging her foot off the ground and back. He did the same
with her other ankle.

I looked up and I could see my darling daughter, her pussy split
by the pole, her lips hanging on either side. I knew from
experience that her clit was pressed right into the pole. Jeff
then took some small weights and attached them to her nipple
rings. Then he stood back and started taking pictures. It must
have been a sight that he felt was worth remembering!

I watched Rachel above me. I could see the pole glistening with
her juice, some of it even dripping down onto me. The vibrating
egg brought her off at least twice before Jeff walked back, now
naked. Jeff was taller than Rachel, so when he swung his legs
over the pole, his balls were not pressed against it. When his
cock peeked to the side of the bar, I could see it throbbing in
the light.

Jeff leaned forward and wrapped his arms around Rachel, pulling
on the weights attached to her nipples. Rachel groaned deeply and
came again. Jeff slipped his fingers into Rachel's pussy and
pulled out the vibrating egg, dropping it onto my stomach. Then
he positioned his cock at the entrance to Rachel's dripping
pussy, pulled her hips up a little and started pushing in. She
screamed as he wrapped his arms around her stomach and pulled her
back onto his cock, stretching her arms and dragging her clit
along the polished bar. He started rocking back and forth, all
the while whispering in Rachel's ear. I couldn't hear what he was
saying, but she kept saying no and shaking her head. I did hear
when he said, "Fine, then you will stay here until you do."

He kept sawing in and out of her through at least three of her
orgasms. She kept moaning, "Please, no more!" but he was
relentless. Finally she groaned, "Oh Mommy! I'm sorry!"

I didn't know what she was talking about, until I felt the
dripping start. I looked up just as she completely opened up, and
a torrent of piss started falling on me. Given that her pussy was
located just above my head, most of it fell on my face and chest.

"What a nasty slut, pissing on your own mother," I heard Jeff
tell Rachel, just before the sharp pain hit me. Jeff had a whip,
and he had used it on my wide open, exposed pussy. I couldn't
help but scream, and when I did I got a mouthful of piss. As I
was spitting it out I heard him tell Rachel, "You're even forcing
her to drink your pee. I don't think I've ever met a nastier
girl."

Rachel, of course, was cumming, his words driving her crazy. The
whip was causing the same reaction in me, and while I was able to
keep my eyes closed, the whip on my pussy and tits was making me
scream, which kept my mouth open, as did the screaming orgasm
pulsing through my body.

Finally, my cum was over, as was Rachel's piss, but Jeff was
obviously getting close, because he was pulling and pushing on my
abused daughter, dragging her clit and pubis over the bar.
Finally I heard him grunting as he released his load into Rachel.

Jeff rested for a minute, then swung over the bar and released
Rachel's legs so that she could stand on her tiptoes. Or at least
she tried to; most of the time she didn't appear to have the
strength. I was lying there, soaked in my daughter's piss,
relaxed from my orgasm, when I felt more drops on me. First I
thought that she was pissing again, but then I realized that the
cum that Jeff had deposited in her was now leaking onto me. I
tried to catch it in my mouth, and I was able to get some of it.

Then I felt a spray of cold water as Jeff turned the hose on me.
He sprayed me down to get rid of all the urine, then he untied
Rachel's arms. He picked her up off the bar and laid her down on
the mat next to me.

"Rachel's pussy is covered in cum," Jeff told me. "Clean it off!"

I started to get up, and he asked, "Where are you going?"

"I'm going to get a washcloth," I told him, confused.

"No, I've had enough of this," he said. "For over a half a year,
you've been watching me fuck your daughter, and she's been
watching me fuck you for nearly that long. You clean each other
up and care for each other afterwards, but that's as far as you
go. No longer. Rachel is a mess, and you are going to clean her
with your tongue. You were just enjoying the cum dripping out of
her, now go get it from the source!"

Oh my god! This was a change! Jeff was right, we had been
tiptoeing around this, and now he was going to force the issue. I
wasn't sure how I felt about this, but I realized that it didn't
make a difference how I felt. Jeff gave me an order, and I was
going to follow it!

I rolled over between her legs, looked up at Rachel and said,
"Mommy will clean you up, baby." Rachel groaned as I dipped my
tongue into her. I loved the way she tasted, and I couldn't wait
to feel her tongue in me.

While I was bringing Rachel closer to her next orgasm, Jeff
continued. "When we are finished down here, I am going to take
both of you upstairs and give you a bath. When we are done, I am
going to put both of you into the same bed. You will spend the
rest of the night learning each other's bodies and what pleases
them. I expect you to eat each other, fuck each other, drive each
other crazy.

"Tomorrow, when I show up in the morning, I expect to find you in
bed, continuing your explorations. I'll join you, and you can
show me what you learned. When we are done, I will help Rachel
move her stuff into your room, because that is where she will be
sleeping from now on. Do you have any questions?"

I didn't, but Rachel breathlessly said, "Yes, Jeff. Please, will
you fuck my mommy so that she can feel as good as she is making
me feel?"

Jeff didn't answer with words, but I felt him kneel behind my
upturned ass, and then I felt him slip into my empty pussy. It
was going to be a lovely night!

+++++

*Chapter 32: The Future*

We had been lying in bed for a while when Rachel rolled over and
threw her leg and arm over me and snuggled into my body. I have
to admit that I was worried when Jeff insisted that I share a
room with Rachel, but after a few days I realized how much I had
missed a warm, loving body next to mine. Admittedly, it might
have been better if it were a man who would occasionally roll
over, hold me down and stick his cock right up me, but Jeff
provided that as well, and it was nice to have someone in bed
with me again.

"Mommy, what's going to happen to me?" Rachel asked in a very
small voice.

"That's a pretty open ended question, darling," I said. "What is
going to happen with what?"

"What's going to happen to me in June, when Jeff goes off to
college and leaves me alone?" she asked me.

I knew that this was going to come up, but I also knew the
answer. "What colleges have you applied to?" I asked.

"What?" she replied, confused.

"What colleges have you applied to?" I repeated.

She rattled down the list of schools she had applied to.

"Which ones will you get into?" I asked.

"All of them," she said. It was true, Rachel was an excellent
student. She could get into pretty much any school she wanted.

"Which one are you going to attend?" I asked.

"I'm not sure yet," she said evasively.

"I know you are not sure yet," I said. "But I know very well that
there is a rule that you are going to apply in order to help you
choose which college to attend. Now tell me what that rule is?"

I felt Rachel tense when she realized that I knew her secret.
Really, though, the girl did not give me enough credit. She was
so much like me, but I had a lot more experience. Eventually she
said, "The one that Jeff goes to."

"You'd go to whatever school Jeff goes to, regardless of whether
it is best for you?" I asked.

She nodded into my neck.

"There is a word for that you know," I told her. "Love. It makes
you do all sorts of stupid things."

I felt her hot tears on my neck. "But after graduation, Jeff is
going to be done with me. He's going to want to go out and
experience college life. He's going to want to get a real
girlfriend. He's not going to want me anymore!"

"I think you underestimate your Jeff," I told her, "But I know
that you would not believe anything that I say on that topic.
However, I do have a secret that you will believe."

"What's that?" Rachel asked, sniffing.

"Jeff and I made a bet when all this started, and that bet
effects you," I told her.

"What bet?" she asked.

"He thought that when you went away to college, you would be done
with him, that your little experiment would be over," I
explained. "I know you, though, and I felt it was naive of him to
think that, so I made him the bet. I bet him that when he went
off to college, you would be there at the same school, and that
you would be ready to serve his every need."

"You did?" Rachel asked, sitting up in surprise. "What were the
terms? What's going to happen? Tell me Mom!"

"I made him promise that if you did what I predicted, if you
offered yourself to him in college, then he had to keep you," I
told her.

"You're kidding!" Rachel shrieked. "He agreed to that? He said he
would?"

"He did," I said, "But understand that he did not agree to date
you or see you exclusively. He didn't say that he'd be your
boyfriend. Just that throughout college, he would take care of
you in the same way he is taking care of you now. "

"Oh Mommy! I love you so much! I can't believe you did this for
me! You are the best mother in the whole wide world!" Rachel was
shrieking and jumping up and down on the bed. Then she suddenly
dropped back to the bed, straddling my hips and holding my arms
down.

"Wait a minute, Mom," she said. "What was the other part of the
deal? What would have happened if you were wrong?"

"I wasn't worried about that," I said. "I know you too well."

"That is all well and good, but tell me what you bet," she
demanded.

"Well, if you didn't go with him, he would be losing his regular
supply of sex, so I agreed to be his fuck toy to replace you if I
lost."

"That was before you were doing anything with him, wasn't it?"
she asked.

I nodded.

"Well, I'm sorry for you that you were right, but I am going to
make you the happiest mother you can be!"

And she went on to do that by tying me down and eating and
fucking me to a dozen orgasms. She would not let me even touch
her, but the entire night she kept turning me on and bringing me
off. She exhausted me so well that I had to call in sick to work,
and she called in sick to school, and when we woke up, she
finally let me return the favor.

+++++

*Chapter 33: Christmas Eve*

I was spending Christmas Eve with Jess and Rachel. We did not
celebrate Christmas, so my parents did not mind, nor did they
mind that Michelle came along with me. Rachel's family was not
religious, but they celebrated with the traditional trappings:
tree, lights, presents.

We had a nice dinner, but then again, what dinner would not be
nice with 6 bare boobs staring at you throughout the meal. After
dinner, we retired into the living room and gathered around the
tree to exchange gifts. I actually had the girls get into
pajamas, because that is how Rachel remembered it from when she
was young.

Jess gave me some nice clothes, Rachel gave me a computer game,
and Michelle gave me some CDs. I gave Michelle an MP3 player that
I knew she wanted, and both Jess and Rachel got necklaces. When I
saw them, I knew I had to get them for my ladies. They had
platinum chains, and each came with a pendant of a naked slave
girl, her hands tied behind her back. From far away, it just
looked like a silhouette of a girl, but the craftsmanship was
excellent, and if you looked closely, the etching clearly showed
a bound slave. Mother and daughter both loved them.

The next round of gifts was more interesting. I got both Jess and
Rachel soft leather cuffs to wear around the house, and I gave
Michelle a gift certificate which entitled her to Rachel and Jess
for a night of pampering and pleasure. She could pick a night to
come over and Rachel and Jess would give her a sensual massage,
followed by a night of any type of sexual activity that she
wanted.

Jess gave me a brand new whip, and then took off her pajamas so
that I could test it. Before we got too carried away, however,
Rachel said that she had one more gift for me. I knew where the
gift was, since there had been a huge box sitting in the corner
all night, with a big red bow on it.

Rachel handed me a pair of scissors and said, "This is the last
present of the evening. It's really two presents rolled into one,
but I hope you like it."

I really had no clue what it was, so I went up and cut the ribbon
off, then pulled the top of the box off. I was surprised when I
looked inside and I saw a girl, duct tape over her mouth, her
hands on her stomach, also bound together with duct tape, and her
thighs and ankles bound the same way. There was an envelope
attached to one large breast by a safety pin through the nipple.
I undid the pin and removed the envelope. I took out the card and
read it.

Dear Jeff,

My name is Anne, and I am your Christmas present. I am here of my
own free will, and I have been provided to you by Rachel. I am
yours to do with as you want for the next three days.

I am a virgin in every way, and I hope that by the end of the
night, that is no longer the case. I am a pain slut; Rachel says
that I enjoy pain even more than she does. I do not enjoy the
humiliation that Rachel does, but I desperately want to serve a
Master. I know that you will not be the Master that I ultimately
serve, but I hope that you will serve as my Master for the
duration of my stay.

Rachel has told me about your playroom, though she has not been
able to show me, and I hope that you will use everything in the
room on me. I promise that I will deny you nothing that you ask
of me.

If you choose not to accept Rachel's gift, I will understand
completely. You may simply send me home at any time.

Yours in Servitude  Anne

I smiled at the girl in the box and said, "Wait for me a little
longer." Then I replaced the lid, went to Rachel and said, "Come
with me!"

Rachel was nervous as I took her upstairs to her bedroom. "What
did you think that you were doing?" I asked her.

"I was giving both of you a present," she said, showing signs of
nervousness. "I was giving her the Master that she wanted, and I
was giving you a new slave to play with for a while."

I counted slowly to ten, determined not to blow up. Then I said
slowly, "Tell me everything about this girl."

Rachel told me everything that she knew about Anne. She explained
about the girl's parents and Anne's love for pain. She described
some of the sessions that she had with Anne, and recounted the
feelings that Anne had told her she had.

When Rachel was done, I just shook my head and said, "Rachel, I
am very disappointed with you."

"Why?" Rachel asked in surprise. "I thought it would be a good
present for both of you!"

"Rachel, I already have two beautiful women that do whatever I
want," I told her. "Dealing with Anne will be more work than fun
for me. But I cannot tell her that I do not want this, because
despite what she wrote, she would be devastated.

"I think that you were correct about what would happen to her in
the future, but if you had talked about this with me, we could
have come up with something that would solve the issue. As it
stands now, you've painted me in a corner. Did your mother even
know about this?"

"No," Rachel said, tears starting to drip. "I told her it was a
secret, and she left the room so that I could sneak Anne in."

I sighed. "Here is what we are going to do," I told her. "I am
going to go back downstairs, and I will use Anne as a slave for
the next three days. You, on occasion, will be involved. But as
punishment for what you did, you will not be allowed to cum as
long as Anne is here. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Jeff," she cried. "I'm sorry. I was just trying to help!"

"I understand," I told her. "But you did mess up, and you will be
punished. Now clean yourself up, and we will go down and deal
with Anne."

I went downstairs and reopened the lid to the box. Anne was
looking at me fearfully. I held the letter up to her face and
asked, "Did you write this?"

She nodded.

"Did you mean everything in this letter?" I asked.

She nodded.

"You want to be my slave for the next three days?" I asked.

She nodded.

"Do you understand what that means?" I asked.

She nodded.

"You will do everything I ask, no matter what it is?" I asked.

She nodded.

"I will fuck you in your cunt, your ass and your mouth, and I
will not be a gentle lover," I told her. "Is that what you want?"

She nodded.

"Don't you want to give your virginity to someone you love,
someone that will guide you through it gently?" I asked.

She shook her head violently.

I reached into the box and ripped the tape off of her mouth. She
screamed briefly from the pain.

"Ask me for what you want," I demanded.

"I want to be your slave," she said. "I want you to take all my
cherries. I want to serve you."

I reached into the box and pulled her up, slinging her over my
shoulder. I carried her over to an ottoman and laid her face down
on it. Her hands were still bound, and had to be uncomfortable
stuck under her stomach. I knelt behind her, my knees straddling
her bound legs and I opened my pants. Rachel walked back into the
room just as, with no warning to Anne, I shoved my cock all the
way into her defenseless pussy.

Anne screamed as I ripped through her hymen and then started
pounding my cock into her. I'll give her this: she was well
lubricated. Being tied up in a box for hours must have been a
real turn-on for her, because she was very wet, but she was also
very tight.

Her scream turned into groans as she kept repeating, "Yes,
master. Yes, master." Her virgin tightness, combined with her
bound thighs squeezing my cock led me to cum fairly quickly, but
Anne was cumming with me.

When I was done, I pulled out and called Rachel over. I pointed
to my blood-tinged cock and said, "This was your idea, clean me
off."

Rachel made a face, but she took my cock into her mouth and
cleaned me all off. When she was done, I told her, "Now clean
Anne out." That was hard, because of the way that Anne was bound,
but Rachel was able to worm her tongue in.

While Rachel was cleaning out Anne, I went over to Jess and
Michelle, who were still looking at me with shocked expressions,
Michelle more so than Jess. I explained to them what I had done,
and why, including my conversation with Rachel. When I was done,
they understood.

Rachel had finished cleaning out Anne, but I said, "I didn't tell
you to stop! Keep licking her, and while you're at it, get her
asshole wet and loose too!" I had never asked her to do that
before, but she did as she was asked.

I let her continue for a few minutes, the only sound in the room
made by her tongue's wet lapping and Anne's soft moaning, which
was getting louder by the minute. Finally I announced, "I've
talked to Rachel and explained to her what she has done wrong. As
her punishment, she will not be allowed to cum until we send Anne
home. Jess, on the other hand, has behaved so nicely that the
next few days will be a reward for her."

Jess looked happy at that, and I turned to Michelle and said,
"Sis, things are going to get quite a bit more intense over the
next hours. You can stay, if you'd like, but if you do, please
don't interfere."

"More intense that what you just did?" she asked.

I guess Anne's apparent rape was pretty intense. Nonetheless, I
said, "Yes, it will get more intense than that."

Michelle thought about it, then said, "I guess I'll stay, and I
can always leave if it gets too intense. Will I just be an
observer, or a participant?"

Mmmmm, now that was an excellent question. I hadn't planned for
any of this, but it could be _very_ interesting with sexy
Michelle as a participant. I gave it a little more thought, and
then I said, "I'll tell you what. You decide if you want to be a
participant or an observer. If you are an observer, you may stay
until you become uncomfortable, and then you may leave. If you
decide to participate, however, I will give you a safe word. I
will treat you as I would the others, but if it becomes too
intense, you may use the safe word. If you do use it, however,
then you must leave. You cannot change from a participant to an
observer."

"Can I change from an observer to a participant?" she asked.

That was an interesting question, and I gave it some serious
thought. In the end, however, I told her, "No, I don't think so.
I will be building things up, and if you start as an observer and
then just jump in, I don't think it will work out. You have to
decide now."

Michelle was very nervous, and she sat there for a long time,
looking around at the others. Again, the only sound in the room
was Anne's ragged breath and Rachel's moving tongue. Finally
Michelle said, "I want to be a participant."

I smiled evilly and gave all the women their safe words. Then I
said to Rachel, "Knowing you, you've prepared everything. Does
she have a collar?"

Rachel nodded, and I told her to go get it. I also had Jess go
get her collar and Rachel's, as well as a spare. Rachel came back
and showed Anne her collar, which caused Anne to gasp. Rachel
brought it over and showed me the tag. On one side it said, 'My
name is Slave Annie' and on the other it said, 'I belong to
Master Jeff'.

"Does anyone ever call you Annie?" I asked Anne.

"No, Master," she said.

"Then that will be your slave name," I said. "Jess, please go
remove the tape from Annie. Rachel, help Michelle on with her
collar."

Jess cut off the tape from Annie, and then tried to help her put
her collar on.

"Please, sir, will you put the collar on me?" Annie begged. I
smiled and beckoned to her, and she crawled over to me. I placed
it around her neck, and she came! Spontaneously, with absolutely
no physical contact.

"You really want this, don't you?" I asked.

She nodded and whispered, "Please don't be a gentle Master."

I sat back, looked around the room and thought, 'How did I ever
get myself into this?'

+++++

The first woman that I approached was Jess. I removed my shirt,
then I reached for her and pulled her into my arms. I ran my
hands up and down her back, stroking her neck and cupping her ass
as I kissed her passionately. When I'd had enough, I helped her
down onto her hands and knees in the middle of the room.

Next I took Annie in my arms, and repeated the process. It
suddenly struck me that I had fucked this girl, taken her
virginity, and this was the first time I held her, the first time
I kissed her. I loved the way her big boobs and hard nipples
squashed into my chest. As I was holding her I ran my finger over
her asshole, dipping just the tip of my finger in, teasing her
with what was to come. By the time I was done, she was panting
and could barely stand, something that was no longer required as
I knelt her next to Jess.

Rachel was next, and I felt the tension in her as I kissed her.
As I fondled her ass and ran my fingertips up her spine I
whispered, "You messed up, Rachel, but take your punishment like
the good slut that you are and all will be forgiven." After I
said that, she attacked my mouth with her tongue and tried
squeezing my whole body into her. When I felt that I had
reassured her enough, I placed her on her hands and knees next to
Annie.

When Rachel was on the ground, I turned to a scared looking
Michelle. "Well, well, well, big sister," I said. "It looks like
you are the only one left."

I crooked my finger at her, and she walked over to me hesitantly.
I pulled her body into mine, feeling her beautiful tits on my
chest. I looked into her eyes and asked, "Are you ready for
this?"

"I'm not sure how far I want to go," she told me.

"That's why you have your safe word," I told her.

"But then I have to leave," she said.

"It's incentive not to use it," I said. "Your mama didn't raise
no dummies!"

Michelle brought her face forward and kissed me, and it was not a
sisterly kiss. I filled my hands with her sexy ass, lifting and
separating her ass cheeks, brushing up against her perineum,
teasing, but not committing to anything.

When I had my fill of this new experience, I had her kneel down
next to Rachel. Then I stepped back and looked over the visual
feast in front of me. I don't believe in God, or Karma, but
_something_ had smiled down on me, because I certainly hadn't
done anything to deserve this.

There they were: four sexy, beautiful asses, staring me in the
face, wiggling enticingly in front of me. I had set them up with
their legs slightly spread, so I could see their pussies peeking
out at me. I sighed as I walked around the side, taking in their
backs arched sexily, their tits half visible hanging down. I
continued around to the front and pulled a chair up to examine
them.

They were all looking at me, watching eagerly, waiting for me to
do something. I could see their beautiful faces, their stretched
necks, each encased in a collar, their full breasts hanging,
waiting to be nibbled. I had to capture this. I went quickly to
Rachel's bedroom and got her digital camera. I walked back into
the room, standing first behind them, and began documenting what
I was seeing. I snapped pictures from the sides, and then from
the front. Michelle looked the most unhappy about my photography,
but I just pointed the camera at her and said, "Smile,
beautiful." She did, and I got a lovely picture of her.

Then I walked behind them and picked up the other item that I had
retrieved from Rachel's room. I knelt behind and to the side of
Jess and said, "This is for you, because I know that you love
it." I then gave her ten hard swats on the ass with the paddle.

When I was done, Jess said, "Oh, thank you for that!"

I moved behind Annie and said, "This is because your beautiful
ass begs to be spanked." I delivered fifteen hard swats on her
cushiony ass, and then five more when she begged for more.

I next moved behind Rachel and said, "This is just a taste,
because you are being punished." I gave her four sharp swats with
the paddle, not as hard as she liked, just enough for her to want
what she was missing.

Finally, I moved behind Michelle. She looked back at me
nervously, but I just smiled and said, "This is so that you don't
feel left out." I gave her 5 swats, but they were just love pats;
the anticipation hurt her more than the paddling.

I walked around in front of them and took my pants off. I
instructed them all to stand up, and they all displayed their
bodies proudly for me. "Jess, go get the K-Y Jelly," I demanded.
"Rachel, this slave you gave me has too much pubic hair. You know
how I like my women; go get a razor, towel and water. I want you
to shave her bald."

Annie looked nervous and excited as Rachel went off to get the
supplies. Jess was back, meanwhile, and I had her apply the Jelly
to my cock. Rachel came back just as I pulled Jess onto my lap. I
turned her to face the others and lifted her so that I could
position my cock at her asshole. She slowly pushed her self down
until my cock was buried completely in her ass. I held her there,
savoring the feel, as we watched Rachel spread Annie out and
spread shaving cream over her crotch.

"Michelle," I called. "Come over here and lick Jess' pussy."

Michelle dropped to her knees and crawled over. She looked up at
Jess and me a final time before running her tongue over Jess'
clit. I let Jess start moving slowly up and down as we watched
Rachel carefully shaving Annie bald. Jess came for the first time
on Michelle's tongue just as Rachel washed off the last of the
hair and cream, exposing Annie's naked pussy.

I looked down as I felt Michelle take one of my balls into her
mouth. She winked up at me, her mouth full of testicle. I said,
"Annie, come take Michelle's place and serve me and Jess.
Michelle, it's your turn for a haircut."

"But I like my hair!" she said.

"You have two choices," I said. "You can use your safe word and
leave, or you can go to Rachel and have your hair removed. If you
do go to Rachel, however, she will give you five spanks on your
ass as punishment for your obstreperous behavior." Michelle
crawled over to Rachel and sprawled over her lap. Rachel smiled
wickedly at me and gave Michelle five hard ones; these were no
love taps.

When Rachel was done with the spanking, she spread Michelle out
and began shaving her. Annie, meanwhile, had come over to serve
us. Her tongue started in Jess' pussy, but it was quickly roaming
everywhere, moistening my balls and even dipping down to my ass.
As my cock pulled out of Jess' ass on a stroke, I felt Annie's
head and tongue trying to get a taste. I wasn't sure that I
wanted her to do that, especially as I planned to kiss her later,
so I redirected her head back to Jess. I also had her slow down,
so that she was keeping Jess very heated without taking her to an
orgasm.

When Rachel was done with Michelle, I had her replace Annie, and
I told Annie and Michelle, "Now I want you to masturbate for me.
I want to see you playing with your bare twats, I want to see you
bring yourself to orgasm. Why don't you think about how sexy it
is watching this slut at my knees licking and sucking her own
mother! I know that always gets me off, thinking about people
fucking others in their own family." The last I said looking
right into Michelle's eyes.

It was an amazing feeling, Jess' ass moving up and down on my
cock, Rachel's tongue occasionally lapping at my balls, and two
sexy women masturbating in front of me. It was like a giant
feedback loop, and as soon as one of us started cumming, Annie in
this case, it set us all off, and soon we were all slumped in
contentment, except, of course, Rachel, who was denied the chance
to cum.

Rachel got up and soon was back with cool water and warm cloths
all around. She handed each of us a glass and then proceeded to
clean everyone off. When we were all cleaned and relaxed, I had
everyone come upstairs to the master bedroom. I had the women
relax on the bed as I set a chair up near the bed. An old chair,
a glue gun and a butt plug and I soon had an excellent spectator
seat for Rachel.

I slathered K-Y on the plug and beckoned Rachel over. I
positioned her on the chair, and she dropped down on the plug,
her ass sucking it right in. I then took some rope and tied her
tightly to the chair so she could barely move. When I was done, I
asked, "Comfortable?"

She shook her head, indicating that she wasn't. "Good," I told
her. "It wouldn't be punishment if you enjoyed it, would it?"

She shook her head and I climbed onto the bed with the remaining
ladies. "Ready for round two?" I asked.

They all nodded eagerly.

I positioned Jess with her head on the pillows and spread her
legs open. Then I positioned Michelle with her head toward the
foot of the bed, her legs also spread, her thighs crossing Jess'
thighs, their pussies a few inches apart.

"Now comes the fun part," I told them. I had Annie move into a 69
with Michelle. This gave Michelle access to Annie's cunt while
Annie had her face above both Jess' and Michelle's pussies.

"Almost done," I said. I retrieved a toy that I'd had Jess
purchase recently. It was a large, double-headed dildo, and I
inserted it so that it connected the two women. I then took
Annie's hand and wrapped it around the dildo.

"Your job," I told Annie, "is to make these two lovely ladies
cum."

"Your job," I instructed Michelle, "is to give Annie some extra
pleasure as she has her first ass fuck.

"And your job," I told Jess, "is to lie back and enjoy a lovely
orgasm. Are you all clear on what you are to do?

"I certainly am!" Jess said in a satisfied tone of voice. The
others nodded.

"Then begin," I told them.

Jess grabbed another pillow and popped it under her head so that
she could see what the others were doing. Annie started moving
her fist back and forth, fucking Jess and Rachel alternately with
the dildo. Her knuckles kept hitting their clits, and when it
wasn't she was licking at them with her tongue. I moved behind
her and saw that Michelle was holding Annie's ass cheeks open as
she licked at her cunt.

I took the K-Y jelly and lubed up my cock again. I knee-walked my
way up the bed until my knees were straddling my sister's head
and my balls were hanging in her face. I put the head of my cock
up against Annie's tightly closed asshole. Michelle attacked
Annie's clit, probably trying to distract her, and I shoved my
cock into her. I tried using a single stroke, but her ass was too
tight. My cock got stuck halfway in as Annie shrieked in pain. I
pulled partially out, then shoved back in. It took a half dozen
strokes and as many screams from Annie before I was buried
completely in her no longer virgin ass. I rested there for a
minute, and I felt Michelle licking at my balls.

After I felt she was stretched sufficiently, I grabbed her hips
and slowly started fucking her. I quickly sped up and was
shafting her repeatedly. I had cum twice in the last few hours,
so I knew I wasn't in any danger of cumming. I grabbed Annie's
hair and pulled her back. Her hand was still clasping the dildo,
which pulled up and partially out of Jess and Michelle, and then
she released it and it snapped back. The two impaled women
gasped, as did Annie as I pulled her hair all the way back. I
reached for her shoulder with my teeth and bit hard as my hand
reached around and squeezed her large tit, pinching into her
nipple. She screamed as she came, then she collapsed onto
Michelle as I released her.

I looked down at my blood streaked cock and decided that Annie'd
had enough. I pulled out and saw that Jess was moving up and down
on the dildo, fucking Michelle with it. I watched as she brought
them both to an orgasm. I rolled Annie off onto the side, then I
went to clean myself up and bring everyone water and washcloths.

I climbed into the middle of the pile of women and we all rested.
I glanced over at Rachel and saw her sitting with a glazed look
in her eyes, futilely trying to move up and down on the butt
plug.

After a few minutes Jess proclaimed, "You didn't cum!"

"Nope, I was saving myself," I said.

"For what?" she asked.

"For when you teach Annie how to give a good blow job," I told
her. I couldn't think of anyone that I would rather have teach
Annie than Jess.

Jess pulled Annie down and started to show her my cock. She
quickly realized that this was the first time that Annie had seen
a cock up close and personal. Jess showed her all the parts and
demonstrated what it was used for and how it made me feel. She
explained the most sensitive parts of my cock, and how careful
she had to be of my balls. Finally, she had Annie start licking
my cock, and then she worked her up to taking it into her mouth.
She showed Annie how far she could go without choking, and
explained how she could work on that. Then she showed Annie how
two people working on a cock simultaneously could be very
pleasing to me.

Finally, she was done with the instructions and she had Annie
start seriously sucking me. While Annie was sucking, Jess started
pumping my cock below her mouth. She told Michelle, "Feed him
your tits!"

"What?" Michelle asked in surprise.

"I want Annie to get her first mouthful of cum, and Jeff sucking
his sister's tits will make him cum sooner! So get your tits up
there!" she demanded.

Michelle didn't look too certain about it, but I was happy to
grab one of her tits in my right hand while sucking the other in
my mouth. Jess was right, and it was that added stimulation,
along with Michelle's moans of pleasure, that caused me to spew
my load into Annie's mouth.

Jess was right there, telling Annie how to pull back a little so
she could get all my cum into her mouth, explaining when to
swallow and how to avoid choking. I would have been very
interested in her explanation if my brains weren't oozing out
through my dick. I fell back, exhausted, as Jess showed Annie how
to clean any remaining cum off of my cock.

We all rested, and I almost nodded off when Jess asked, "What
should we do with Rachel?"

"I have plans for her," I said sleepily. "You and Michelle stay
here. Annie, help me with Rachel."

Annie helped me untie Rachel and pull her off the butt plug. We
walked downstairs and then continued to the basement. I walked to
the playroom door and told Rachel to instruct Annie on the rules.

"We may not open the door to this room, and when we enter, it
must be with our collars and leashes, and only on our hands and
knees," she explained. She pulled two leashes down and attached
them to their collars. She then went down on her knees and helped
Annie down as well. I walked in front of them, because I wanted
to see Annie's face when she saw the room. I turned after I
entered the room and the look on her face was priceless. She
looked like a woman let loose in Tiffany's and told she could
have anything she wanted.

"Tomorrow you'll learn what many of these things are," I told
Annie. "But for tonight, you'll sleep. You want to be my slave,
and a slave sleeps on the floor when they are not in their
Master's bed. But you've been so good that I don't want you on
the cold floor. This one, on the other hand, did not please me.
Come here."

I had Rachel lie on the floor and tied her arms and legs spread
eagle. "This should be a nice bed for you," I told Annie. I had
Annie climb on top of Rachel, crotch to face, and tied her spread
eagle as well. "You may have Rachel pleasure you, and you can
pleasure her, but you must not make her cum, do you understand?"

Annie nodded.

I kissed each of them good night, turned off all the lights
except a night-light and said, "Good night, ladies." Then I went
upstairs to sleep between my sister and my girlfriend's mother.

+++++

Before we went to sleep, Annie asked quietly, "Please make me
cum!" The angle wasn't great, but I was able to taste her
dripping pussy and to give her a small cum. She licked me a
little as well, but she was careful not to get me too close to an
orgasm.

We fell asleep, but I awoke later, feeling Annie squirming on top
of me. I didn't understand what was happening until I heard her
groan quietly, "I'm so sorry!" Then I felt a strong stream of
piss pouring out of her onto my face.

It wasn't her fault; Jeff had not let us go to the bathroom
before tying us down. And to be fair, I had done this to my
mother. So I just lay there and allowed the hot stream to spill
over me. As the stream continued, I realized that the hot fluid
jetting at me was turning me on to no end. It was so humiliating
to be used for a toilet, and Jeff had to know what would happen
when he tied us here. I was tied down here as Annie's toilet.

Annie finally finished, and I could hear the shame in her voice
as she kept whispering, "I'm so sorry, I couldn't help it!" I
felt bad because she was upset, but rather than just tell her it
was OK, which she would not believe, I decided to show her. I
picked my head up to her urine soaked snatch and licked off all
the pee, as well as the warm cunt juice that was leaking out of
her, and I did not stop until she had a nice strong orgasm. After
she came, she quickly fell asleep, her hot breath slowly blowing
on my sensitive pussy in the even pattern of someone deep asleep.
It was a very long time before I fell asleep.

+++++

*Chapter 34: Christmas Day*

I crawled into the playroom on my hands and knees, naked as
usual. Michelle had to leave early; she had previously made plans
that she now deeply regretted, but nonetheless could not change.
After I woke Jeff with a blowjob and was rewarded with a mouthful
of cum, he instructed me to come downstairs, clean up my daughter
and his weekend slave, and then have them come upstairs for
breakfast.

As I crawled in, I heard them talking quietly.

"Please," Annie said.

"I can wait a little bit more," Rachel replied. "I'm sure that
someone will be down here soon to untie us."

"But I feel bad, and it would make me feel better," Annie
complained.

"I told you that you shouldn't feel bad," Rachel said. "It wasn't
your fault, and I don't blame you. To tell you the truth, I
enjoyed it a little."

"So do it to me!" Annie said.

"No," Rachel replied.

I turned the corner and watched them as Annie said, "I know what
will make you." She then started pressing her face into Rachel
just below her stomach, then she moved her shoulder there and
started rocking back and forth.

"No, don't do that!" Rachel cried. "I really have to go!"

"Good," Annie said, continuing her actions.

"Ohhhh," Rachel moaned and I saw a stream of piss spurting out of
her. Annie moved her head into the stream, eyes and mouth closed.

"I can't believe that you made me do that," Rachel groaned to an
oblivious Annie.

Eventually, her stream petered out and Annie said, "See, that
wasn't too hard!"

As Annie dropped her head back on Rachel's stomach, I crawled the
rest of the way in and then I stood up. The room stank, and both
girls were covered in urine.

Annie looked at me embarrassed, but Rachel just said, "Good
morning, Mother."

"Good morning," I said. "I've been told to clean you up and send
you upstairs. Annie, you need to make breakfast and serve
everyone."

I grabbed the hose that was there for just such an occasion and
turned it on. They were not pleased with the cold water pouring
over them, but they put up with it; after all, it wasn't exactly
like they could get up and leave!

When I had gotten the worst off, I untied Annie and had her stand
up while I hosed her off. Then I did the same to Rachel, dried
them off with the towels that we had stocked, and sent them
upstairs. Rachel helped Annie cook the breakfast, and when Jeff
came down there was a plate of French toast and eggs waiting for
him.

We all sat down to eat, but Jeff said, "Annie, I thought that I
had made it clear that you were to serve everyone." He pulled
Annie down and shoved her under the table. I was sitting between
Jeff and Rachel, so I could see both of their laps, and it was
evident that Annie finally realized her place as I saw her head
bobbing up and down on Jeff's cock.

After a few minutes, Jeff pushed her head off of his cock and
directed her to me. He hadn't cum, but given that he had cum
three times yesterday and once today already, I guess that he was
saving himself.

I felt Annie spread my legs and I moved my ass forward so that
she had full access. Unlike Jeff, I was more than willing to
allow Annie to make me cum. She started slowly, but was soon
munching away happily, or at least, it made me happy. I had to
put down my silverware as she brought me to orgasm, and when I
was finished she delicately lapped up the remainder of my juices.

Then she crawled over and nuzzled her way between Rachel's legs.
I finished up my breakfast while watching Annie bring Rachel
really close, but Jeff warned her not to let Rachel cum. Annie
may have been new to this, but she was learning fast.

When breakfast was over, at least for the three of us, Jeff went
to one of my drawers and pulled out a little apron. He tossed it
to Annie and told her, "Eat breakfast, then I want you to clean
this house up for Jess."

"Really?" Annie asked.

"Really," Jeff replied. "You want to be a slave. Do you think
that ends in the bedroom? But don't worry. If you do a really
good job, maybe I'll punish you."

"Yes, sir," Annie responded.

Jeff told us that he had some things to do, and that he had to
make at least a token appearance at home, but that he would be
back later.

Despite the fact that I so enjoyed having someone in charge of
me, I have to say that it was quite nice having my own personal
maid. Annie cleaned the kitchen and bathrooms and straightened
out the bedrooms, and she still had time to pleasure me twice
more. I also had her clean the basement, and the entire time that
she was down there she was staring longingly at the playroom.

Jeff returned later in the afternoon, and from the moment he
walked in the door, there was a palpable excitement in the air.
All of us knew what was coming, and each of us couldn't wait to
be strapped down and abused. And Jeff, of course, acted as if it
were a normal evening at home.

We had a quiet dinner, which Annie served. This time, Jeff did
not have her go beneath the table, to my disappointment. After
dinner was over, while I was sipping my coffee, Jeff asked "Who
would like to be punished now?"

We all looked at each other in surprise, then with smiles on our
faces, we all raised our hands. Rachel added, "Ooo, ooo, me! Pick
me! I want to be punished!"

"Downstairs, ladies," Jeff ordered, and we all made a rush for
the basement door. We were kneeling in front of the door putting
our collars on before Jeff even made it down the stairs. He
smiled at our eagerness as he came over to unlock the door.

He knelt down next to me, stroked my cheek and whispered to me,
"I like how eager and happy you look best of all."

Rachel gave me a huge grin as she overheard that, and I realized
something: I was happy.

Gary and I'd had something wonderful together. He had taken me
firmly in hand and helped me clean up my life. He gave me a
beautiful daughter, and he wasn't afraid of punishing me, whether
I needed it or not. His death had devastated me, and I now
realized that while I thought I had recovered, I had not.
Instead, I had buried the part of me that Gary had complemented
so well, and as a result I was only half of a person.

Oh, that's not to say that I was this morose, depressed woman the
entire time these last three years, although I was for parts of
it. But I was never _truly_ happy. Until now. This seventeen year
old boy, someone less then half my age, was making me happy.
Nearly as happy as I had been with Gary. I knew that this wasn't
like it was with Gary; this could not last forever. But Jeff had
shown me that with the right man, I could be happy again, and
when Jeff tired of me, I knew that I could find someone who would
give me the love and the pain that I needed. But until that day,
I was Jeff's to do with as he would.

Jeff unlocked the door, and the three of us scampered in on our
hands and knees. When I was inside, I moved to the middle of the
floor and turned to face the door, spreading my knees and
offering myself to Jeff. Rachel and Annie saw what I was doing
and moved to either side of me, presenting themselves as well. I
could see the moment Jeff walked in that he was pleased with us,
which made me quite happy.

"Rachel," Jeff said, "you will be my assistant today."

I could tell that disappointed Rachel; I was sure she wanted to
be a victim. But she dutifully helped Jeff string Annie up. They
put Annie in a location surrounded by chains. There were four
descending from the ceiling and four coming off the floor, boxing
Annie in. They placed Annie in the center and had her raise her
hands just over shoulder level. The rear ceiling chains were
attached to cuffs and placed on Annie's wrists. The floor chains
behind her were attached to her ankles. They then connected the
ceiling chains in front of her to clamps which were then attached
to her nipples. She gasped as they were attached, and the length
of the chain meant that she had to lean over forward, pulling her
hands further behind her.

Annie made quite the picture. Her tits were pulled out from her
chest, her back curved steeply, her ass sticking up in the air,
her legs spread widely and her arms pulled back. She looked
completely vulnerable; I wished it were me. I would be begging
Jeff to do this to me sometime.

I watched as Jeff attached the final chains, from the floor in
front of Annie. Another set of clips was connected, and these
were attached to her pussy lips, pulling them open.

Jeff then positioned a bench directly in front of Annie. He and
Rachel pushed me down onto it and strapped me in. The bench was
designed so that my thighs were on split boards and my chest was
lower than my ass. My back curved like Annie's did, my ass in the
air and my legs spread. My view was restricted; about all I could
see were Annie's spread-open lips, and the fluids leaking from
them.

I felt Jeff laying things on my back, and I recognized the feel
of them. There were many different items, and I knew that I would
be on the receiving end of them. I shuddered in anticipation.

I felt Rachel kneel next to me and Jeff asked Annie, "You want to
be a slave?"

She must have nodded, because Jeff said, "Tell me! Tell me what
you want."

"I want to be a slave!" she exclaimed.

"Are you sure?" he asked.

"Yes, sir!" she responded.

"We'll see," he said. "I am going to show you what a slave will
allow from her Master. Afterwards, we will see if you are so sure
of your answer."

And then it began. Jeff had been hard on me before, but never to
this extreme. He used a paddle first, whacking me about fifty
times. When he was done, he returned the paddle to my back and
picked up the next item, a crop.

"I want you to keep in mind that everything I am doing to Jess I
will do to you next," he told Annie. Then he used the crop on my
ass. By the number of items on my back and the way that I was
strapped down, I knew that it would be quite a while before I
would be able to sit comfortably.

When he was done with the crop, he used a rope, and when he was
done with that, it was a whip. From her enforced position, Annie
had a perfect view of my ass and its abuse. I could see her pussy
pulsing with her heartbeat, the whole area engorged with
excitement.

"I've never used this before," Jeff said, showing me a new
paddle. "I think this will definitely cause some damage. What do
you think I should do?"

The paddle he showed me was a large heavy paddle with a vampire
strip. A vampire strip is a rubber strip attached to the paddle,
through which are stuck tacks, in this case, heavy thumbtacks. I
had attached the strip to this paddle myself.

"Use it on me, please!" I begged.

"OK," he said. I waited expectantly, but instead of the sharp
pain I expected, I felt my cunt fill as Jeff shoved a vibrator
deep into me. He turned it on and the vibrations, combined with
the burning pain all over my ass quickly had me cumming. Jeff
started spanking me as I was cumming, and the pain was so
achingly familiar. I cried out in pleasure and pain and the
orgasm swept over me in waves. Finally it was finished, and Jeff
stopped the paddling and removed the vibrator.

"She's bleeding!" Rachel cried.

"Just a little," Jeff said. "I think she'll be OK."

"I will be," I said weakly. "Thank you so much!"

Jeff laid the paddle on my back and asked Annie, "Are you still
sure that you want to be a slave?"

I don't know what answer he was expecting, but the way that her
pussy was drooling, I knew what the answer would be. "Yes,
please, make me your slave!" she cried.

Jeff moved up to her and I could hear Annie gasp as Jeff grabbed
her face. "Annie, because Rachel asked me to, I am giving you a
taste of what it is like to be a slave, but you will not be my
slave, do you understand?"

"Yes, sir," Annie said contritely, "I'm so sorry for presuming. I
got caught up. I promise that I won't do it again!"

"Fine," he said. He then proceeded to give Annie the same
treatment as me. However Annie came at least four or five times
as he abused her with all his toys. When he got to the last
paddle on her already abused ass, she shrieked as she came.

I saw her slumping over just as Jeff did, and he quickly dropped
the paddle and rushed forward to hold her up. Her nipples must
have been stretched painfully before he got to her and supported
her weight, then Rachel was there, removing the clamps from
Annie's nipples and pussy and unbuckling her arms to lay her on
the floor.

Jeff removed the ankle straps and stretched her out on her side.
Rachel unfastened me, but I didn't feel able to get up. I did see
that Annie was moaning and coming around. When she opened her
eyes Jeff asked, "Are you OK?"

"That was the best cum I've had in my life," Annie moaned.

"Stay with your mother," Jeff instructed Rachel, and he picked
Annie up and carried her out. Rachel tended to my raw ass until
Jeff returned. He carried me upstairs and put me in my bed. He
instructed Rachel to spend the night in her room with Annie.

When Rachel was gone, Jeff looked carefully at my ass, put more
lotion on it, then covered me with the blanket.

"I have a favor to ask of you," I told Jeff.

"What can I do for you?" he asked.

"Please fuck me," I begged.

"Are you sure?" he asked. "I hurt you pretty badly."

"I want you to roll me over and I want you to fuck me," I told
him. "I want to feel every stroke pounding my ass into the bed. I
want you to fuck me until you cum. I want to remember this night
for a very long time!"

I really did. Jeff had been taking good care of me, but tonight
was amazing. Jeff had abused me, but never as much as I really
wanted. He always held back a little, as if afraid of really
hurting me. Tonight, he did not hold back. I would have to find a
way to thank Annie, and Rachel for bringing her, because it was�
almost perfect. What would make it perfect was for him to fuck me
hard.

I rolled onto my back, the pain shooting from my ass, and pulled
him to me. "Own me, at least for tonight," I whispered in his
ear. "Take me hard!"

He pulled back a little, then smiled at me, though there was
sadness deep in his eyes. Then he slapped me. He just reached
back and slapped my face hard, then he pushed my legs open and
crouched between them.

"Tonight, you are mine and mine alone," he said. He shoved
himself into me hard, pushing my ass into the bed. I was cumming
almost instantly, and he continued fucking me. I am not sure if I
came a whole bunch of times, or just one long time, but it was
fucking awesome. And then it got better as he pulled out and
rolled me back onto my stomach.

He pulled my hips up and slapped my already abused ass a dozen
times before taking his cock, wet with my juices, and shoving it
right up my ass. I screamed as his hips slammed into my red ass
and kept doing it as he pistoned in and out of me. I was only
half conscious as I felt him shoot his load into my bowels, and I
dropped off as I heard him whisper to me, "Remember when I made
you mine for the night."

+++++

Annie stayed with us another two days and nights, however nothing
that extreme happened with her. Jeff told her that she needed
time to recuperate, but that she could serve him in other ways,
which included cooking, cleaning and servicing everyone orally.
Jeff did spend the last night with her, and when she left she
thanked all of us for showing her what it was like to be a slave.

+++++

*Chapter 35: The Coupon*

It was late on a Thursday evening in the middle of January when I
got a phone call. "Jeff, could you please come spend the night?"
Jess asked me.

I thought about it, and decided, 'Why not?' Jess had not asked me
like this before, and the thought of that beautiful, mature woman
asking me to spend the night with her had me quite hard.

Jess met me at the door with a smile and a big kiss. She helped
me undress right there, and led me upstairs. She stopped me
before we entered her room and asked me, "Do you remember what
you got Michelle for Christmas?"

"An MP3 player," I said.

"What else?" Jess asked with a smile.

"A gift certificate entitling her to a night with you and
Rachel," I replied.

"Almost," Jess said. She handed me the coupon that I had given to
Michelle. It said that she was entitled to a night with Rachel
and Jess who would give her a sensual massage, followed by a
night of any type of sexual activity that she wanted.

"So she cashed it in?" I asked.

"Yes, she did," Jess said. "Tonight."

"Then why did you call me?" I asked, confused.

"We gave her a massage," she replied. "We both pleasured her.
Since she was entitled to any type of sexual activity, I asked
her what she wanted. She wants you." With that, Jess opened the
door, revealing Michelle in bed, naked, glistening with oil,
sweat and sex. She was sitting up against the pillows, her legs
spread open, her fingers playing with her pussy.

I walked to the bed and sat down next to her. I was actually
quite nervous. I asked her, "Are you sure about this?"

She nodded shyly and said, "Look, I'm not like Rachel or Jess. I
don't like pain. I don't like embarrassment. But I've seen you
fuck them. I've seen the way that you make them feel. I want
that."

"But you've got other boyfriends," I said. "Older guys."

"I know, but they don't make me feel like you make Jess and
Rachel feel," she said. "The sex is nice, but it's just nice. I
want more. I want to explode."

"I think you are expecting too much," I said. "Rachel and Jess
get off because I am feeding their kinks. It might not be the
same for you."

She pulled my head towards her and kissed me gently on the lips.
She pulled away, leaving her hand behind my head, and with a
smile she said, "I'm willing to take that chance."

She kissed me again, harder, more passionately. Her tongue played
with mine and she pulled me over on the bed so that I was half
lying on her. My hand reached up and cupped her breast, squeezing
her nipple gently as my other hand twisted in her hair and pulled
it tightly.

I realized what I was doing and pulled away, saying, "Sorry. I'm
so used to being with Rachel and Jess."

"That's OK," she said. "A little pain I don't mind, just don't
bring out the whips."

"Damn!" I exclaimed regretfully, then laughed with her.

I noticed Rachel and Jess sneaking out of the room. "Hold it!" I
told them.

I turned to Michelle and asked, "Do you want them to leave?"

Michelle looked at them and shrugged her shoulders. "I pdon't
care," she told me.

I turned back to the women and said, "Stay. Kneel." I pointed my
hands to either side of the bed and they came over, one on each
side of the bed, and knelt down with their chins on the bed.

"Good, I might need you later," I told them. "But for now, I'm
going to have some fun with my big sister."

"And I with my little brother," Michelle said in a giggly tone of
voice. She pulled me back into a kiss and I forgot about Rachel
and Jess as I explored my lovely sister. I kissed her for a long
time before moving my head down her body. I explored her breasts
with my tongue and fingertips, enjoying the way I could make her
pink nipples stand up, the area surrounding them crinkling into
ridges. I kissed and licked over her stomach, tasting her sweat
and the massage oil that had been used on her earlier.

I moved down to her smooth pussy and looked up at her
questioningly. "I know you like your ladies bald, so I had Rachel
shave me again."

"Mmmmm," was my response as I buried my face in her. She tasted
so sweet, so fresh. I spent a long time slowly licking her up and
down, delving my tongue in deeply, then allowing it out to play
with her clit.

I felt like I could have gone on all night, but Michelle was
moaning, begging, yelling, saying, "Please Jeff! Please little
brother! Please fuck me! Please fuck your big sister!"

Who was I to refuse? I moved back up her body, biting her nipples
on my way up. I kissed Michelle, and just when I was going to
reach down to position myself at her entrance, I felt another
hand on my cock, pointing it where it wanted to go.

I was looking into Michelle's eyes as I slowly pushed my cock
into her. I loved the way that her eyes got big as she felt me
filling her. When I was all the way in, she moaned, "I feel so
stuffed! You have such a nice cock, Jeff!"

My cock swelled even more, along with my big head. I loved that I
was pleasing my sister so well. I started rocking in and out
slowly, but soon Michelle was demanding more. "Harder" and
"Faster" were the two words repeated most often, along with much
unintelligible grunting.

Finally, Michelle began groaning and whining as she approached
her orgasm. She was panting and her chest was heaving, and it was
so sexy watching her face that I knew I would not last long.
Luckily, I didn't have to, as she screamed and came, her
clenching pussy sucking the cum right out of my cock.

When my cock was finished spurting, I collapsed on top of her,
breathing hard. A thought came to me and I said, "It's probably a
bit late to ask if you are on the pill."

Michelle laughed, her pussy doing interesting things to my
deflating cock. "Oh, I could just see it now. 'Mom, Dad, I'm
pregnant, and Jeff is the father.' That would go over well! Yes
Jeff, I am on the pill!"

I rolled over and fell onto my back next to her, laughing and
trying to recover. I felt the bed move and heard Michelle's gasp
just as I felt a mouth engulf my cock. I looked down and Rachel
had my cock in her mouth as Jess was cleaning up Michelle.

Rachel popped my cock out of her mouth and said, "All clean."

Jess picked her head up and told her daughter, "It will take me a
little longer to clean Michelle. Jeff left a big mess in her."

Rachel smiled at me and started sucking on me again. "I thought
that you said I was all clean," I said.

"You are," Rachel replied after removing my cock from her mouth.
"But you don't think that one time is going to be enough for your
sister, do you? I'm just helping you get ready."

It didn't take Rachel very long to accomplish her mission, at
which point Michelle pushed her out of the way and started
sucking me. It got even better when Rachel donned her strap-on
and started fucking Michelle from behind. I managed to cum once
in Michelle's mouth, then again up her cunt. Before we fell
asleep, Jess tucked us in and she and Rachel left the room.

I woke up before Michelle in the morning and just lay there
watching her for a while. I could not believe that I had fucked
my sister. I'd had wet dreams about her, but I never really
thought it would happen. Even while I was playing with her and
Rachel, I didn't know if we would cross the line. Now we had, and
I can't say that I was sorry. I just didn't know where it would
go.

Michelle opened her eyes and saw me watching her. "Good morning,
little brother," she said sleepily.

"Good morning, big sis," I replied, kissing her gently. "Did you
have fun last night?"

"Mmmmm hmmmm," she purred. "I think it was the best present I
ever got."

"But now what?" I asked.

"Now we go on," she said.

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"You are so cute," she said. "You can completely dominate a
woman, including one twice your age, but you are so unsure of the
little things. We go on. Nothing changes. Except that every now
and then, I'm going to want you to fuck me. And if you ever want
to fuck me, just ask. Otherwise, everything is the same as it was
yesterday. Simple."

I kissed her again and thought, 'I guess big sis knows best.' As
she was going to take a shower she said, "Maybe next time you'll
do my ass?"

It was a good thing that Rachel chose that moment to come in and
see if I needed anything, because I did.

+++++

*Chapter 36: Another Date*

"You have a date on Friday night," Jeff told me. He did this
quite often. He would set up a date for me, and he would have the
person tell me what they paid for the date. It was usually
something quite insignificant, like helping Jeff out with a job
or something like that. It always humiliated me to know that
there were people out there ready to do anything that Jeff asked
for, because they knew they would get a sure shot at me. Some of
the guys that took me out made sure to tell me what they had done
to get me, and what they expected me to do for them.

"Who is it this time?" I asked.

"It's a surprise," Jeff said. "They'll pick you up at 7:00 on
Friday. Dress sexy; no pants, no underwear."

I sighed, but of course I didn't question it. I was dressed and
ready when I heard the doorbell ring. My mother answered it, and
I heard a bubbling laugh in her voice when she yelled, "Rachel,
your date is here!"

I came down, and there at the bottom of the step was Cynthia.
Cynthia is a very nice girl, but she is a flaming
all-men-are-scum lesbian. She was president of the school gay and
lesbian club, and clearly made no secret about her sexual
orientation.

And I had a date with her.

"Hi Rachel," she said happily, but she had a predatory look in
her eyes. I thought about how to handle it, then I realized what
Jeff would want me to do. This was a date that he set up, just
like every other one, and I should treat it as a date.

I bounced down the stairs and said, "Hi Cynthia!" and I kissed
her on the cheek. "Where are we going?"

"I thought dinner and a show," she said. "I've got tickets to
Little Shop of Horrors." There was a local playhouse in town, and
while they were far from Broadway quality, they were not too bad.
I was looking forward to seeing the show.

She took my arm and led me to her car, where she opened the door
and let me in. It was clear who would be in charge of this date.
We went to the show first, and I really liked it. It was campy
and goofy, but fun! Cynthia held my hand at the scary parts, and
at other parts she rested her hand on my knee, not groping, just
touching.

After the show, Cynthia took me to a local restaurant where lots
of kids from our school hung out. She was clearly showing off
that she was out on a date with me. It caused a little stir, but
not too much; by this time, people expected shocking things of
me.

We sat at the table, and Cynthia kept holding my hand on the
table and laughing loudly. I finally got tired of it. I beckoned
to her and she leaned forward across the table. I grabbed her
head and gave her a big kiss, tongue and all. She was surprised,
but she responded hotly. As we broke apart, I heard the catcalls
and clapping that the kiss had produced. Although Cynthia looked
around nervously, I wasn't worried about anyone saying anything
nasty. On the one hand, it would probably just turn me on, and on
the other, since the Marty incident, no guy had done anything too
nasty to my face.

I leaned forward again and said, "Cyn, you don't have to show me
off. I'll tell anyone that you want that we dated. If you want a
spectacle, I'll crawl under the table and eat you right here, but
if you just want to have a good time with me, lighten up!"

Cynthia blushed and looked down for a long minute. Then she
looked at me and said, "You're right. I apologize. I wasn't
treating you as a person, I was treating you as a showpiece and
that is one of the things I hate about guys. Please forgive me!"

"I'll tell you what," I said. "You treat me as your date the rest
of the night, and I'll forget it ever happened. Well, except for
the kiss. I won't forget that. You're a good kisser."

She blushed again and looked down. She was cute when she blushed.
We finished dinner and went out to her car. When we got in, she
asked in a hopeful tone of voice, "Where to now?"

"Well, I certainly don't want this date to be over," I told her
with a smile.

As she drove us to our next destination, she said laughing,
"Imagine if you had gone down on me under the table!"

"People wouldn't have been surprised at me, but they would have
about you!" I told her.

"How come you do that?" she asked. "Jeff agreed that you would go
out with me and that, quote, I would get lucky if I wanted,
unquote, because I lent him a pencil. A pencil worth less than a
dime. Why would you agree to that?" she asked.

"Mmmmm, less than a dime," I repeated. "That's the cheapest he's
sold me for yet!"

"Why would you let him sell you at all?" Cynthia pressed.

"That's a topic I'm not sure I'm ready to talk to you about on a
first date," I told her. "Just believe that Jeff did not do
anything that I didn't want him to do."

"OK, but I don't get it," she said.

We drove in silence for a few minutes before she broke the
silence asking, "Does that mean that there might be a second
date?"

"That all depends on how good you are with that tongue of yours."
I said evilly.

Cynthia looked over at me in shock, then seeing the grin on my
face, she burst out laughing. She was still laughing as she
pulled up at our destination. It was the local make out spot, a
location I had become very familiar with over the past months.

She turned off the engine and looked at me tentatively. "Surely
you've brought other dates here?" I asked.

"Well yes, but not on a first date," she replied. "I usually know
them better. Also, they've usually had experience with girls
already."

It was so sweet! She thought I'd never done a girl before, and
she was worried how to approach it with me. I put her mind at
ease, telling her, "Here's what you need to know about me. I'm
attracted to you, I'm horny, I will let you do absolutely
anything that you want to me, and I cannot wait to get my mouth
between your legs. Does that ease your mind on how to progress
from here?"

Her mouth was slightly open, her breathing was starting to get
heavier and she had a glazed look in her eyes as she said, "God,
yes!" She leaned forward and I brought my lips to hers again,
repeating the kiss that we had in the restaurant and turning the
heat up a notch.

"How do you want it first?" I asked. "Do you want me to go down
on you, do you want to go down on me, or should we 69?"

"I want to see your body naked!" she said.

I smiled, shimmied my dress over my hips and pulled my dress over
my head and threw it into the back seat. "What is your next
command, milady?" I asked.

"Get in the back seat!" she said. I think she expected me to
climb over the seat, and she was surprised when I opened the
door, got out, and walked around the car to her side and got in
the back seat that way.

"You're naked!" she exclaimed when I was back in the car and the
light was off again.

"I know, you made me get this way," I told her. "What is your
next command?"

"Aren't you embarrassed to walk around like that?" she asked.
"People saw you. They saw me, too! They know that you are naked
with me."

"Well, that's why we're here. Everyone else here is probably in
some stage of undress as well," I explained. "Plus, knowing that
they know I am in here with you, and that I am going to do
whatever you want, turns me on something fierce." I dipped my
fingers between my legs and coated them with my sticky fluids.
"See?" I asked, holding my fingers up to her. She grabbed my hand
and shoved my fingers in her mouth, moaning as she tasted me.

She climbed into the back seat and pushed me up against the door
and pushed my legs apart. She immediately sank her long tongue
deep into my cunt, pulling out more of my nectar. "God, you taste
so good!" she moaned into my pussy. She sucked my clit into her
mouth and I was soon cumming wonderfully.

As I recovered, Cynthia ran her fingers around the SLUT mark on
my pussy. My summer tan had long since faded, but Jeff had me go
to a tanning salon, where the man who ran the place would cover
my skin with bandages that spelled out the word, so it remained
as fresh as the day Jeff had first marked me. Of course, I had to
reward the attendant with a blow job.

"Why are you a slut?" she asked.

"Because I want to be," I said. "No one forced me to be what I
am, and I enjoy it. Some people think that I let anyone use me,
but really I am using everyone else. Really, would I have been
able to get a date with as pretty a girl as you if you didn't
know I was a slut?"

"Probably, yes," she said. "You are a very pretty girl. You could
have gotten a date with almost anyone."

"But if I wasn't a known slut, there would be all sorts of
baggage," I said. "For instance, would you have dated me knowing
that tomorrow I'll be on another date, and I'll be fucking some
random guy?"

"Maybe not," she said.

"Well, there you have it," I said. "I get to have my fun, and
people don't expect anything of me."

"But don't you want a long term relationship?" she asked.

"I have a few," I explained, "but they are with special people
who understand who I am and what I need. If I didn't have them to
ground me, to love me, I probably couldn't do this, but I do have
them, so I am fine."

"So what do you want from tonight?" she asked.

"I want you to spread your legs and let me eat you until you cum
screaming," I told her. "Then I want you to take me over your lap
and spank me for being such a naughty girl and walking outside
naked, and when you are done with that, I want you to make me
cum. And then, on Monday, I want you to treat me like a friend,
maybe even ask me out again some time in the future. That's what
I want."

She smiled and leaned back against the door, hiking up her skirt
and letting me crawl between her legs. I know she was pleasantly
surprised to find out that I knew my way around a pussy, and I
didn't let her get up until she came three times. After she
recovered from her orgasms, she pulled me across her lap and gave
me the spanking that I had asked for. It wasn't as good as Jeff's
but it was sweet and it got my motor running. She then flipped me
over and played with my nipples as she drove her fingers into my
pussy.

She dropped me off at home and walked me to the door. I gave her
a deep kiss and said, "Next time, instead of parking, we can come
back here and I'll show you all my toys."

"Won't your mother mind?" she asked in surprise.

"No, my mother understands and accepts my sexual peccadilloes," I
replied. "She won't mind if I take you to my room and ravish your
beautiful body."

"Mmmmm, I'll call you soon then," she said before she left.

+++++

*Chapter 37: Camille*

I was sitting in the cafeteria eating lunch when Camille dropped
her tray next to me. "Mind if I join you?" she asked.

"Not at all," I said. "What's up?"

"Do you like me?" she asked.

"Of course," I said. "Did I do something to make you think that I
don't like you?"

"No, not at all," she answered. "Do you think I'm pretty?"

I wasn't sure where this conversation was going, but I responded
truthfully. "Yes, I think that you are very pretty. Why?"

"Will you go out with me?" she asked.

I sat back in surprise. Camille was te last person I expected to
go out with.

"You know what I am doing with Rachel," I said. "You know that I
am sleeping with her. What kind of date are you talking about? Do
you want to involve Rachel?"

"No," she replied. "I want a regular date. You know, boy, girl,
movie, dinner, kiss good night. No Rachel. No mention of Rachel.
I know what you are doing with Rachel, and I wouldn't dream of
asking you to stop, but I really like you. You are a nice guy,
and even though most people would think you were an asshole for
doing what you are doing, I've talked to Rachel, and I know that
it is all for her.

"I thought about it for a long time, and I would like to go out
with you. Plus, I think that you would enjoy being on a normal
date, not one where your girlfriend gets whipped and then fucked
by the football team."

"Hey, that hasn't happened just yet!" I protested with a laugh.

"You know what I mean Jeff," Camille said. "Jeff, will you go out
with me this weekend."

I thought about it for a minute and realized that I liked that
idea a lot. Camille was right. Being with Rachel had definitely
stunted my normal social interactions. I could not in good
conscience start dating a girl knowing that I would still have
Rachel on the side. I would either have to lie to her, or tell
her about Rachel. I couldn't see doing the former, and it was not
my place to do the latter. I may have lacked dates, but my sex
life certainly had no problems, so I wasn't going to complain.

"You know that I am not going to give up Rachel and everything
that entails," I said.

"I know," Camille said. "I'm not asking you to. I just want to go
out on a date with you and see if it leads anywhere. But you have
to understand that I am not like Rachel. I'm not a slut; I may
not even want to sleep with you."

"Not want to sleep with me?" I asked in indignation. "Do you
really think that you can resist my charms?"

"Very funny, Jeff," she said, hitting my arm. "Be serious. Do you
want to go out with me?"

"OK, I will," I decided. "I am going to tell Rachel about this,
of course. She might actually get off on the fact that I am going
out on real dates with one of her friends while she is made to
put out at my slightest whim."

"Let me tell her," Camille asked. "I actually want to make sure
it is OK with her before we do go out. I wouldn't want her to
think that I am betraying her."

"All right, that's how we'll do it then," I said. "You talk to
Rachel, and if after that you still want to go out with me, I'd
be happy to escort you out on the town."

"Great!" Camille said, and immediately got up to go find Rachel.

+++++

That night, Rachel came to my house and burst into my room. "I
heard that you want to go out with Camille!"

"How do you feel about that?" I asked her.

"It's great!" she said. "I have felt bad that you never get to do
anything normal with other girls."

"You noticed that?" I asked, surprised.

"Of course!" she said derisively. "Give me some credit! Don't you
think that I know what you gave up to do this for me? I just hope
that you feel you are getting rewarded enough in return."

"Oh, I think the rewards are suitable," I said. "Hell, most high
school kids are dating just to get into some girl's pants and I
can get into yours and your mother's anytime I want."

"Uh uh," she said. She flipped her skirt up, showing me that she
was naked under it. "I'm not wearing any pants."

"Seriously," I said. "How are you going to feel knowing that
Camille is dating me, going out to nice places, getting squired
round, while you have to spread for me whenever I want, with none
of the benefits of dating?"

"Humiliated," she said. "It's horrible how you treat me, what a
slut you are making me. Will you fuck me now?"

"No you slut," I said with a smile, "but you can blow me while
you play with yourself."

"Oh, your little slut thanks you!" she cried, dropping between my
legs and opening my pants. It didn't take long for either of us
to cum.

+++++

The next weekend I picked Camille up from her house. It was
actually a bit weird for me. I hadn't dated all that much before,
and I hadn't dated at all for over six months. Walking up the
steps of a girl's house to take her out on a date felt sort of
funny. Nevertheless, we went out to dinner and a movie and had a
nice time. There were a couple of surprised looks when friends
saw us together, but nothing out of the ordinary.

At the end of the night, I took Camille home. On her porch, I
kissed her goodnight. It was a nice first kiss, and I realized
that I'd forgotten how nice dating could be. Then Camille said,
"Are you going to go home and fuck Rachel and think of me?" and I
realized that I'd forgotten how awful dating could be.

Having Rachel and Jess was simple. They made me feel good,
relieved all the sexual energy that I had, and despite the fact
that they each brought a huge amount of baggage to the table, it
was well defined and manageable baggage. I'd almost forgotten the
jealousies, the expectation that I knew what they wanted, that
they shouldn't have to tell me, as well as the sexual politics.

I sighed and told Camille, "I don't think this is going to work
out."

"What?" she exclaimed in surprise. "I thought that we both had a
nice time!"

"I'm not sure if you did, but I certainly did," I said.

"Then what's wrong?" I asked.

"I don't want to play this game," I explained. "You said that you
were OK with Rachel, but then you say how I should use her to
relieve the sexual frustration that you leave me with. What I do
with Rachel is for Rachel. OK, sometimes it is for me, when I get
worked up, but it's about Rachel.

"If we are going to have a relationship, we can include Rachel
and work something out, or we will be completely separate from my
relationship with Rachel. If we do date, and things start getting
serious, then we won't be able to keep the two relationships
separate, but we can work that out when the time comes.

"Meanwhile, Rachel should have no bearing on what we do or don't
do, and sending me home sexually frustrated, expecting me to use
Rachel to relieve myself, is not keeping the relationships
separate."

"So if I don't relieve you sexually, then we can't date?" Camille
asked.

"No, you are missing the point!" I said. "If you don't relieve me
sexually, then I will do what every other boy does in those
circumstances: I will go home and jerk off thinking of your
lovely body. But you cannot expect to drag Rachel into this
without working out exactly how we all fit together."

"You mean that you can fuck Rachel, and you would go home and
jerk-off thinking of me instead of using her?" Camille asked in
surprise.

"Of course!" I snapped.

"Oh, Jeff!" she said, and she threw her arms around me and
plastered kisses all over my face. "I knew there was a reason
that I wanted to go out with you! And I promise, next time, I
will not send you home frustrated."

She paused for a second and looked at me nervously. "There will
be a next time, won't there?" she asked.

"If we can work out the Rachel issue, absolutely," I told her. "I
had a wonderful time."

"It's worked out," Camille said. "We'll just keep the
relationships separate."

"OK. I'll talk to you during the week then," I said. "Maybe we
can go out again next weekend."

"I'd like that," she said.

I kissed her good night again and went home.

+++++

I saw Camille and Rachel talking together at lunch the next day,
looking over at me and giggling. After school, Rachel walked home
with me.

"Camille tells me that you got into a little fight last night,"
she said.

"Not a fight, a disagreement," I corrected.

"Over me?" she asked.

"Over you," I answered.

"She said that you told her that you'd rather jerk-off than use
me to relieve yourself," she said calmly. I couldn't tell by her
tone of voice if she was upset or not.

"Is that how Camille put it?" I asked.

"Not exactly, but that was the gist," she said.

"No, that isn't what happened," I explained. "I would rather have
an arrangement worked out with the three of us, but I don't think
that that is going to happen. If we don't have anything worked
out, then I am not going to use you to release Camille from
performing sexually. If she wants to come to an arrangement
whereby you stand in with her, I would definitely prefer that
over masturbating. But given that there is no such arrangement, I
made friends with my hand last night."

"That's actually very sweet," she said.

"I'm glad you think so," I responded.

"You know that you are not going to need to do that anymore,"
Rachel said with a smile.

"Camille hinted at that," I replied.

"I'm not sure that she is ready to fuck you yet, but she was
asking me about what you like, you know, sexually," Rachel told
me. "She liked that you wanted to jerk off thinking of her
instead of fucking me."

"I don't know if this is going to work out," I said quietly.

"Why?" Rachel asked.

"Because despite the fact that this was her idea, despite the
fact that she knows all about us, I think that in the end she is
not going to be able to deal with it."

"Well, at least have fun while you can," was Rachel's advice. It
wasn't bad advice, so I decided to take it.

The next weekend I went out with Camille again, this time to a
party. It was a little weird, because Rachel was there, but I was
not there with her. I had not given her any instructions about
this party, so she was just acting as normal Rachel. She hung out
with Camille and me for part of the time, and I wondered if
Camille really didn't mind that two days ago I'd had Rachel
strapped to a table as I fucked her up her bruised ass.

It was a nice night, so we had walked to the party. On the way
home, Camille wanted to walk through a local park. Halfway
through the park, she pulled me into a small copse and said, "I'm
not going to make you rub yourself raw tonight."

She pulled off her shirt and bra, giving me my first view of her
lovely tits. She stepped into my arms and kissed me, allowing me
to fondle her breasts. She seemed to enjoy it when I pinched her
nipples gently, and she was soon writhing in my arms.

"Stop that, or I'll forget that this is supposed to be about
relieving you!" she complained as she sank to her knees. She
undid my belt and pants and reached into my underwear for my
cock.

"Nice!" she complimented me as she pulled my cock out, then she
gazed up at me with a sexy look in her eyes as she swiped the
head of my cock with her tongue. I love the way a woman looks
when she is on her knees in front of me, staring up at me with my
cock in her mouth!

Camille engulfed my cock in her mouth and licked and sucked me,
looking at me the entire time. She pulled my cock out of her
mouth and slowly jacked it with her hand as she asked, "Will you
cum on my tits? I promise if you cum on my tits I won't wash it
off until morning. You can dream of me sleeping in my bed, naked,
with your cum stuck to my chest. Would you like that?"

I just groaned as she licked the head of my cock again, and then
I was spurting all over her. She got one shot on her chin and
neck before squeezing the rest out onto her lovely tits. She used
my cock to rub my cum all over her chest. When she was done, she
gave the tip of my cock a little kiss, then tucked me back in my
pants.

She picked up her bra and shirt, took my hand and started walking
back home. "Aren't you going to put on your shirt?" I asked.

"In a little while," she said. "I want your cum to dry a little
before I put my shirt on or it will stick."

"I didn't know that you were such an exhibitionist. If you want
some time for it to dry, we can go back and I can take care of
you," I told her. "After all, I don't want you to rub yourself
raw tonight."

"Oh no, I don't trust myself," she said. "If you get started on
me, I'll want you to fuck me, and I'm not ready for that yet."

Just before we left the park, Camille slipped her shirt back on.
I kissed her goodnight and went home. In the end, however, I did
jerk off in bed, thinking of Camille lying in her bed, covered in
my cum.

+++++

Camille and I went out three more times. Each time was fun, and
at the end of each date she sucked me off, refusing my offers of
reciprocation. However, in the end, she decided to break up with
me. She admitted that the thought of Rachel and me doing things
while she was in a relationship with me was too much for her to
handle, and she didn't want to jeopardize her friendship with me
or Rachel. We did remain friends, and we still hung out together.
As an added benefit, whenever she visited Rachel's house, she
obeyed the no clothing rule. I think she _really_ enjoyed the
first time that I came over and saw her naked. She didn't quite
say, 'Eat your heart out!', but I could tell she was thinking it.

I was very glad that Camille had given me that moment of
normality in an otherwise bizarre year.

*End of Part 4*

Comments are GREATLY appreciated, and can be given at:

http://storiesonline.net/library/create_mail_form.php?id=1832 or
http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/mwtb/www/ 

------- ASSM Moderation System Notice--------
This post has been reformatted by the ASSM
Moderation Team due to inadequate formatting.

-- 
Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights
reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated.
+---------------------------------------------------------------------------+
| alt.sex.stories.moderated ------ send stories to: <ckought69@hotmail.com>|
| FAQ: <http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/faq.html> Moderators: <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> |
+---------------------------------------------------------------------------+
|ASSM Archive at <http://assm.asstr-mirror.org>   Hosted by <http://www.asstr-mirror.org> |
|Discuss this story and others in alt.sex.stories.d; look for subject {ASSD}|
+---------------------------------------------------------------------------+