{Disclaimer: All characters in this piece are eighteen or over}
The two of them were ass up on the couch giggling. Both butts were barely pink, so I knew I’d been goated, (it means fooled where I come from) the slapping noise and ‘do it harder’ meant to turn me on I guess. That didn’t help my current attitude much, so I didn’t even bother trying to hide the fact I was pissed off. The lump in my jeans gave away I was also something else.
(You know the drill, Initials indicate characters)
C- “I can’t tell if we’ve pushed it…”
B- “…Or balanced it just right.”
My state of anger and horniness actually had them somewhat confused.
C- “This is your fault you know?”
B- “My fault? You’re the one that wanted to see me.” She cut that sentence off quick when Cathy gave her a Sort of, ‘commanding’ look?
It was my turn to interject some two cents of my own into this conversation.
“You two need a better ass whacking than that sorry pink hue on your cheeks.”
Annnd I gave the puck away on a breakaway, walked right into the set up. Grinning like imps they both jumped off the couch, (their lingerie not preventing some incredible boob bounce) then moved behind it is grabbing the back. With arms outstretched and legs spread they presented two very hot asses. Bonnie tossed me the ping-pong paddle they’d been using on her way to position herself, so I started weighing options, namely, how hard is hard?
Do I paddle what I think is hard but get, “That’s it?” Or give a whack I thought was soft, only to hear, “What the fuck that really hurt!?” I boiled it down to hockey again: Slap shot, Wrist shot or pass. Yeah, I know build up slowly, these two were not giving me a option, come on with the come on type thing. So, slap shot: too hard (wasn’t ready for that yet). Pass: too soft (they’d already teased me with that). Wrister… seemed about perfect.
I got the response I figured I’d get from Cathy, a sharp yelp and a dirty look. Bonnie how ever let loose with a sex smothered ‘more’ like she was channeling al porn ever made since porn began. I gave Bonnie another crack, (albeit with, well, maybe a little more oomph). She responded by bringing her arms to the small of her back with her hands clasped, and somehow spread her legs even further apart. I was there so no one can tell me different, she straight up begged to be tied up.
Confusion on my part to say the least. “And what am I supposed to do that with?” A bunch of soft cotton rope coils landed on Bonnies back along with a flogger and some wire. Cathy winked and started tying her friends’ ankles to the legs on each side of the couch. I’d seen enough bondage porn to know the way her wrists should Beşiktaş Escort be tied (wonder how my Scout master would have judged my knot skills?) when Cathy gave me a ball-gag.
Even a idiot knows where a ball gag goes, so I started to try (see that word try?) and insert it. Bonnie didn’t budge, just kept her lips pursed, harder I pressed, harder she clamped her lips. Five minutes ago,[m1] she was all into this, now? For better or worse it clicked, I was supposed to be master to her slave. I never wanted to be a master, I hated the word, but was realizing it had always been in the context of Cathy and me.
I’m not saying that all of a sudden Bonnie (or any other woman) was now suddenly meat, but the top-bottom thing was clearer now. Besides somewhere between the spankings and trussing up Bonnie, the idea had become appealing, the fact I hadn’t gone soft yet was a testament to that. I was still a fish out of water though, no scratch that, more like one in a mud puddle…A little direction would help in this muddy water.
Cathy was now standing right behind Bonnie holding more rope. Kneeling on the couch I made Bonnie look at me while giving her cheeks a good squeeze. “Here’s the deal Bon-Bon, you can either open your mouth for me, or I’ll just grab Cathy, we’ll leave for home, and let you enjoy your situation, till whenever.” Had to give Bonnie credit, she kept a straight face, despite the fact I know I came across sounding like ‘Master Winnie the Pooh’. She told me later I sounded ‘cute’…nice.
(Btw, if that whole Winnie thing didn’t seem funny, read the dialog back but throw in some ‘Oh bother’s’, ‘sighs’ and ‘Hmmmmm’s’. If you know the voice, you’ll get it)
With the ball gag tight in her mouth, Cathy ran rope through a metal ring in its back, then between Bonnies tied wrists. With a steady pull she brought the rope tight until Bon-Bon’s back arched into almost a ‘C’ shape; forcing her torpedo shape d boobs to jut out like twin rockets on a launch pad. Then I got blindsided, my Aunt tossed me that wire, “Here she likes them tied tight at the base, then divided so they bulge out in places, like hot cross buns. Don’t cover her nipples though.”
Quoting sob, ‘The hell man.’ Thirty minutes ago, I was a pissed off, horny eighteen-year-old, now I’m a confused, extremely horny eighteen-year-old that’s supposed to be Dom / Master. The only thing I had going for me were the pictures I’d saved from two photographers, both of which were highly into breast bondage, and I don’t recall them ever having to deal with the size of Bonnies canons.
The wire didn’t have a coating, it was just the plain old bell type. Beylikdüzü Escort That gave me some comfort in what I was about to attempt do, bare wire wouldn’t be as harsh on her skin as a coated one…right? When I started wrapping the wire it occurred to me, I had no idea if I was doing it safe. “How do I know if I’m hurting you?” She smiled best she could and made two noises, ‘uh-uh, and mmmmm’. “Ok, I got it.”
I only got a couple of uh-uh’s’, (which surprised me) those happened when I was trying to make hot cross buns out of Bonnies tits. I may not have known exactly what I was doing, but when I was done I got to admit, between the ball-gag and the purple her boob’s were turning, (guess I was into this more than I thought) she looked dam hot. Getting back behind the couch I could see both girls’ thigh’s had a wetness on them, definitely some juicing going on.
Because of Bonnies wide open stance, you could easily see the stands dripping out of her, up until a week ago I’d never seen that, not in any porn or anything. Thanks to these two, I had a few times now. Was turning into a new kink for me. Cathy handed me the flogger. “Two things, don’t ever try to tell me you haven’t done that tying thing before, (okay, kind of a twist on the no questions no lies) and that’s no whip, more like a… erotic slap.” With that she disappeared somewhere leaving me on my own.
Great. Now I’m standing here, flogger in hand, with a gorgeous, getting redder butt end staring me in the face. Do I start the ‘erotic slapping’ or wait for Cathy? Before I could ask Bonnie started moving her ass in circles while using her throat to make some very lewd, needy ‘mmmmm’s’. Figured that to mean anytime now so I started, only this time I worked my way up till I got a ‘uh-huh’ then bringing it down a notch.
By the way, that flogger was made of a soft suede material, so it was pretty much a surprise just how much red it was adding to Bonnie’s rear and thighs. “My that looks good.” Cathy was back, and wearing a bit of equipment I would of never thought I’d see on her, (I know you all know what she had strapped on…well if you didn’t you do now) you could hear the thing buzzing away and judging from the look on my aunt’s face it was a good buzz.
Two steps toward me earned her a Oscar worthy look of ‘not in mine, or your fucking life time, is that going in me’. “Oh god. It’s not for you, it’s for her. Now, then later, but still her.” Cathy moved to Bonnie’s front with a set of nipple clamps, connected by an unusually long chain. She clamped one on, pulled the buzzing cock portion of the strap on free and wrapped a good four or five turns Beyoğlu Escort of chain around it. The second clamp went on and Bonnie reacted at once to the weight and the vibrations on her nipples.
She went nuts. Was like watching a belly dancer on speed, her hips were moving so fast sixty percent of my flogs never found a mark. At the same time, she was doing squats, as if fucking some invisible cock. All this movement had her tit’s slamming against the back of the couch so hard the vibrator between them kept leaping like a tethered bull frog in a frying pan. I can’t even describe her noises.
Cathy, after donning Bonnie with the clamps, had put herself in a elbows back, legs spread position on the coffee table, (I had no idea she had Misty’s dual headed strap-on model too) audibly, from what I was hearing, the two of them were conversing in a new kind of sex language they only understood. Bonnie let out a desperate groan, “Is it time? huh baby?” They say coming off hurts more than going on. Cathy produced some wire cutters. Those hot cross bun ties were about to be cut.
I thought the couch was going to lose a leg with the first one, the second one made Bonnie, even with the gag let loose a distinct ‘FUCK’. Ever seen a dam open up the flood gates? Man, I started looking for goggles and a nose plug. Didn’t help much Cathy did the same thing. Torpedo tit’s flat out, passed out, coffee table girl didn’t fare much better. The game starters had run out of (I wanna say juice so bad) steam.
Both women, for all practicality, no matter what further intentions there may have been, were out. They had to be put to bed. Cathy wasn’t bad to move, at least half awake. Bonnie on the other hand was dead weight. It took me forever to get her legs untied, undo the last of the wire and slug her, then Cathy to the bedroom. Beautiful, both of them, different but so beautiful, could have stood there all-night gazing.
“‘Damn it…’sigh’… just get it done dude.” Weirdest job I ever had, mopping squirt, a hard on raging in my pants, while two red hot hotties slept a few feet away.
Floors cleaned, bucket and mop rinsed, I saw Cathy’s cigarette pack, not her silver smoke clam shell. Couldn’t remember the last time I had a cancer stick, seemed like not a bad time to have one now. Both girls were snoring so I bogied one, took some matches, and went to sit on the porch. I let that thing dangle for a long time on my lip, Cathy’s comment of, ‘It’s for her. Now, then later.’ kept going over in my head. “What? what was later supposed to bring?”
(Cathy told me years later that she wanted to double up on Bonnie. Me anally, and her with the strap-on. I guess when Bonnie found out me and my aunt had never had intercourse, she totally nixed the idea. ‘You got a good friend Cathy’ ‘Yeah I know’)
The match got lit, the cigarette got pulled off, (took some lip skin with it, yeah been there that long) then, “What the hell is that smell?” Another notch into the days belt.
“Fuck.”
I’d forgotten the picnic basket mom had made.