I woke up slowly the next morning to the soft whispers between a mother and daughter. It had been a taxing night, both physically and mentally. My head still felt as if it was a sheep turned inside out, so I decided to just lie there with my eyes closed. I drifted in and out of consciousness as the two women in my life shared confidences. I didn't feel as if I was eavesdropping, as they knew I was lying right there between them.
I cracked one eye and peeked out at the cruel, bright world. Sally and Janey were both kneeling at about where my knees were. They were facing each other, holding hands across my legs in an almost romantic gesture. Two blonde goddesses, and nude, except for a skimpy bikini bottom on Janey.
I reached out with my newly discovered mental talent and tried to sense the moods of the two women. I didn't want to be crude or heavy-handed and barge right in. I just tried to get as close to them as I could. It took a great effort to use a soft touch. Heavy-handed is much easier. Shoot first, the Hell with the questions. Gradually, I was able to feel that Sally was very content. I wasn't sure, though, as it was like tasting colors. I was still trying to learn what meant what with this seventh sense. What I thought she felt, though, was contentment.
Janey's picture, or aura, was more turbulent, with brighter, hungrier colors; nothing serious that I could sense, but somewhat unfulfilled. After the unrequited arousal she had gone through last night, I assumed she was just horny. I was surprised she hadn't used her fingers or something phallic on herself, but somehow I knew she hadn't. She continued to talk to her Mom. Sally, I think, had sensed that I was awake by now, although I hadn't touched her mind, or moved. There was so much I had to learn about this stuff. Too, she was an incredibly perceptive woman.
"You're still wearing the collar. Wouldn't he let you take it off?" asked Janey.
"It was the other way around. I wouldn't let him remove it," said her mom.
"Doesn't it bother you? It looks kind of tight."
"No. I don't mind," said Sally. "In fact, I want to wear it all the time now. Last night was, well, last night he became my Master. Janey, I don't know if you will ever understand, but if you could only have one thing in life, my wish for you, with all my heart, is that you find that one special man. That guy you can love as I love my Master. When it all comes down to the bottom line in life, nothing else matters."
"Didn't he beat you last night?" asked Janey, knowing I had.
I could sense Janey was really uncomfortable about what had happened. The last time her mother had gotten involved in this stuff, it had just about destroyed the both of them. She was right to be worried.
"Janey, shame on you!" said Sally. "You know what happened. You heard it and you sensed it. You enjoyed it, too, if I remember right. No?"
"Well, yeah, kind of," the girl admitted. "But those welts look like they would really hurt. Would you let him do it again?"
"No. I would not 'let' him," my Love explained. "I would, no - I will beg him to do it again, though. As often as he desires."
"Why?" she asked, confused.
"Because he is my Master," Sally answered simply. "I am his, to love, to whip, even to sell, if he desires."
"You're not serious. Sell?" Janey wondered.
"Yes, he has that option, though he may not know it yet," said Sally. "But if I know my Master, he would not even consider that. He would die first."
"Did he enjoy punishing you?" pursued Janey. "I mean, did he get a, you know, a, uh..."
"Hard-on? Woody? Stiffy? Erection?" asked Sally helpfully
"Yeah. One of those."
"Janey," explained her mother, "get used to seeing it. Get used to talking about sex, too. It's going to be a big part of our lives, yours included. I don't know what he has planned for you, but I trust him with you, that he will do the right thing. He is so tender and sweet. He was like a little boy last night who thought he had accidentally hurt his new puppy. He cried. He is trying so hard to please me. I kind of made him squirm.
"But the answer to your question is 'No, ' he didn't get excited when he was punishing me. He only got hard when I took him in my mouth. I just about drowned doing it, too." She looked hard at Janey. "By the way, you wouldn't have had anything to do with him being soft, would you? I thought I tasted something strange on him."
"He didn't tell you?" asked Janey innocently.
"Tell me what?" asked her mother, suspiciously. "Did he fuck you? It didn't quite taste like that."
"If he didn't tell you, maybe he doesn't want you to know."
"Janey, I'm your mother. Besides, we don't talk about you all the time, you know. Now tell me what happened."
"Well, when you were downstairs, I came in and, well, did him."
"Did him how?" asked Sally.
"With my mouth. Well, my mouth and a lot of my throat."
"Oh?" Sally said, disbelieving.
"Yeah," Janey giggled. "Those doctors put one of those gizmos down there too, did you know that? It took me by surprise, but I really didn't mind. In fact, I kept that fat part (the head?) down there almost the whole time, after that. Could you really tell just from the taste?"
"You bet I could tell," said her mom. "He's my man remember. Don't you ever forget that. Mine! You can borrow him from time to time, but he is mine. And yes, I found out about that one last night, too. My Master has a real soft streak in him. Soft, but twisted! Do you know he had the doctors put them in my tits, too? I came so hard last night when he hit me there that I passed out. I know they are around my asshole. He probably had them put them all over the place. I'm beginning to wonder if there is any place he can touch us, fuck us or hit us where we won't enjoy it." Sally paused. "So did you like taking him in your mouth, other than that?"
"Uh-huh. I even swallowed his, uh, stuff," Janey smiled, remembering. "And I kissed him after and shared it with him, too. I don't think he was sure about doing that, letting his own stuff into his mouth, but he did it. It made me feel special when he did that, you know? That he would do something I asked him to do even though he didn't want to."
Sally laughed quietly. "Oh, now it makes sense. He did the same thing with me, later. He kissed me while I still had some of his cum in my mouth. He really sucked hard and I couldn't keep it from him. I couldn't figure out why he did that. He'd never done that before. Now I know. He must have sensed how special it made you feel and wanted me to feel the same way."
They sat there quietly for a while. Then Janey got down to the real question.
"Mom, what does it feel like, really? I mean, I could tell when you had an orgasm, and when you were afraid, just at the beginning, and stuff. But, what did it do to you? All that pain! And right there, too. I, uh, I tried it a little myself last night, I hit myself with my school ruler, and all it did was hurt. What did I do wrong? Does he do something special? But, really, Mom, how could you stand it?"
Sally nodded. "I noticed those stripes and meant to ask you about them. I was almost wondering if Larry did that, but I couldn't believe he would. Don't do that again, OK? Not by yourself or until you're sure that's what you want. It- it isn't the same, doing it to yourself. I know because I tried to do myself too after I kicked Gary out. I don't know if I can tell you what it feels like. You almost have to go through it yourself to know. But I'll try, OK?
"First, my Master is becoming a very powerful Master. He can 'see' things. He can sense or see things in me better than when you and I link up, too. I can sense him a little, but he seems to be able to reach out and take me over completely. I don't think he really knows yet what's going on. It kind of scares him, this new power, so he is very careful not to hurt me with it. I think it surprised him a little last night. It may have been the first time he intentionally experienced it. But whatever happened, it was like he was hooked up to my brain when he touched the end of the crop to me.
"I don't think he knows it, but after the first couple of lame attempts to strike me, he rested just the tip of the riding crop against my stomach. Then he just stood there for what seemed like about 30 minutes. I was beginning to be concerned for him, that he was having a fit or something and suddenly I felt him in me, inside me, in my head. It was like he was getting to know me, what he could do to me, just how far to push, how hard to hit. He was very careful to make me feel safe. I miss him being in there now.
"Second, I had displeased my Master. He made an error in letting me choose my punishment, but he made it right later. I don't know what the actual whipping did to me. I remember the pain. I also remember being turned on even more. I was incredibly, powerfully aroused. I made him fuck my tits in the bathtub afterwards. I think that hurt him more than it did me and I just about passed out from the pain. But I was so turned on. I still am. I wish he would open his eyes so we could fuck some more."
"Geeze, Mom! Didn't you get enough last night? When are you two going to act your age? I couldn't get to sleep with all that racket, not to mention having to feel your orgasms, too. What were there, ten, twenty?"
As Sally had talked about how horny she still was, I 'knocked' on the door of her mind, letting her know I was awake. She moved down and laid beside me on her side her breasts nestled into my side. She pulled the sheet up over her. I could feel her waiting, quivering in anticipation of my command.
In response to Janey's last question, all I heard from Sally was a purring, like a contented kitten. That low pitched sound struck a nerve, an erotic one to boot. I didn't think I had another erection in me, Dr. Wang's operation or no. The contented purring continued, however, and I was at full mast, tenting the silk top sheet.
"Uh, Mom? Uh, I think Daddy's, uh, 'up'," giggled Janey.
"Oh, goody!" purred Sally in my ear.
With that, we erupted in giggles and guffaws, until another hot body wiggled under the sheets and I felt a warm moist mouth slide over the top and down the shaft of my penis.
"Hey, go find your own. This one's mine!" said Sally.
Janey raised herself up off my cock. "But I need the practice. Besides, you had enough last night. You won't admit it, but he outlasted you, not the other way around." An impish grin showed itself from under the sheet. "How's it feel, huh, Mom? Must be the first time you got everything you needed, huh?"
With that, she dove back down on my prick, now slippery with her saliva. Then, "Mmmmm, good! You guys taste kind of good together."
I turned my head and opened my eyes to look at my love. She was breathtakingly beautiful.
She smiled up at me, a serious look in her eyes.
"Good morning, Master. I hope we didn't wake you too soon."
Her lustrous eyes looked up at me. I had never seen her so content. She was fingering her collar absently with one hand, the other was lightly tracing the welts across her chest. They still looked angry.
"Good morning, my Love."
I bent my head to her and kissed her softly. She gasped as if an electric shock went through her.
"Did Janey see what I, uh, what we did last night?"
Sally nodded.
"Is she OK with it?"
Sally's face clouded over, and she turned her head away from me as she answered.
"What was that, my love? I didn't hear you."
She turned back to face me, her face torn, a puzzle of conflicting emotions. When she spoke she whispered so that the two little ears on the head busy at my cock couldn't hear.
"She didn't say it out loud, and she may not know it herself, but I can somehow sense, I know somehow that she wants you to do the same thing to her, too. In fact, she ... she ... Oh, God! Master? I don't know what to do! She is so much like me that I'm frightened for her almost more now than after she was attacked."
My normally competent, rock-solid Sally dissolved into a puddle of tears. It was obvious I wasn't going to get anything more from her, so I went to the source.
"Janey?"
"Mrreoph?"
"Janey, put the toy away. Daddy wants to speak with you." I said with mock seriousness.
"Awww. Do I have to?" she teased.
Then she wiggled her firm flesh up my torso so that her head was just out of the sheet. This action placed the head of my cock right at the entrance of her cunt. She teasingly wiggled her butt as if to slide down on it. The flimsy material of her panties had bunched up to one side. I wondered if this was by intent or accident, but I had a hunch she knew exactly what she was doing.
"Janey. Do NOT move another inch! Not one wiggle."
My tone left no room for playfulness. She got the hint and rolled to her side, still pressing her luscious tits into my bare chest.
"Yes, Daddy? You wanted to talk to me?" she asked innocently.
I would have to remember how good an actress she was. I had just pulled her off my cock, and I still almost believed she was an innocent little girl. God help me!
"Uh, do you have any idea what made your Mom so upset?"
"Nooo!" was her wide-eyed innocent response. "I just came in to talk with her this morning. She had a great time last night, Dad. She came so hard. I came, too, just from our connection. And then she didn't stop, but just kept on cumming and cumming and cumming."
She raised herself up on her hands as she was speaking. As I saw those rubbery mounds exposed to the afternoon light, I saw what had unsettled Sally.
Thin, red lines tracked across her ivory skin. Criss-crossing the succulent orbs. Lots of them. More than I had imagined during their whispered talk. Sally had kept her poise rather well, I thought. I raised a finger to track the lines.
"Oh, Janey! Did you do this?" I asked her.
I already knew, but I wanted her to tell me.
"Uh-huh. When I heard you do it to her, I hated you at first. She felt so afraid. And then, WHAM!"
She clapped her hands together for effect. I enjoyed watching the jiggling repercussions.
"She went from being afraid to out of this world in love with you. And then you hit her. And she just went out..." She made an exploding motion with her hands. "Poof!"
"But, why did you do that to yourself. Didn't it hurt?" I asked gently.
She hung her head. "Uh-huh."
"Then why didn't you stop?"
I already knew the answer to that, too. She didn't know how to fail. She just kept trying, and trying, and trying. God, how that must have hurt her.
"I just wanted to feel just a little bit of what Mom felt. But all it did was hurt," she pouted.
"Are you going to be alright?" I asked her.
She shook her head 'yes'. "I think so. Mom said she had some stuff to put on them."
I must have been asleep for that part. Probably just as well. I don't think I could have just lain there, knowing she was in pain.
"Daddy?" I knew what was coming, but I couldn't hide. "Would you, could we, well, I want to try that, you know, what you did to Mom. I think."
I looked at Sally for help. She gave none. She was watching me for my decision. Her calm demeanor rattled me. If I made the wrong choice, Oh shit. But was there even a right choice?
I copped out. I did what any red-blooded male would do when given the option. I decided to see just how much she wanted it. I was going to test her AND make her wait. If that didn't dissuade her, well then, God help us all.
I hadn't thought of taking this whole submission thing all that seriously before, but now I was thanking my foresight to prepare. I had made several purchases, thinking the girls might want to role-play a bit as slave and Master. But now, with Sally reluctant to give up any of her hard fought territory and Janey wanting to take a serious look at being a submissive, I decided that now was as good of a time as any for the next step. Or was it a leap off a precipice?
I turned back to Janey. "Well, young lady. If you'll move those fabulous tits and let me up for a moment, I have some more presents for you."
"Oh, Daddy! You're terrible. But," she looked over at Sally, "Thank You!"
I swear she was positive I was changing the subject and ignoring her request, but combine the word 'present' with a woman's curiosity, and you can get away with just about anything. It may be their only weakness.
I slipped out of bed and went over to my dresser. I retrieved two slender boxes from my jewelry drawer. I had hidden them in the open. Another trick, guys. If you want them to find it, hide it.
I walked back and stood by the bed. Both of their tousled blonde heads followed me. Good. I had their attention.
"My Love. Kneel!" I indicated a spot in front of me and to my right.
Sally moved immediately to kneel in front of me on the spot I indicated.
"Would you care to join us?" I asked Janey.
She bounced off the bed and landed with a 'thump' on the floor. It was a truly fantastic sight and my prick twitched in appreciation of all that flesh in mo-mo-mo-motion. Sally saw my reaction and started to laugh. She tried to cover with a cough, but all that came out was a 'snort'. Very unladylike. But the show must go on.
"Yes, well. Nice landing, kid. Knock yourself out."
This time Sally did laugh, guffaw, really, which she choked off quickly. She looked up at me shocked, panicked, as if I would be upset at her for laughing at my joke. I reached down and stoked her cheek with the back of my hand. We had a lot of details to iron out. Janey knelt there with a confused look on her face. She didn't seem to have the faintest notion of the show she had just put on for me.
As they were both facing me, away from the bed, I stepped between them and turned, sitting down on the bed. I reached for the clasp of Sally's bejeweled collar.
"Oh, Master. Please. No. Don't." She was heartbroken.
"Shhhh. Quiet, my Love. As much as this is a beautiful piece of jewelry, paling only in comparison to you, it is a bit impractical to wear it around the house, no?"
I took the first box and opened it.
"I think this one will be more comfortable and practical while still serving the same purpose."
I slipped the broad leather band I had had Amud make for Sally around her neck. He had seemed to know just what I needed; or maybe he knew what she needed. It fit perfectly, just a bit snug. It was a constant reminder of her submission to me, her Master. The dark leather made a startling contrast against her light skin. In the front center was small medallion. It was a silver disk with an emerald green ceramic inlay showing two hands bound together at the wrist. The loose ends of the rope were in the shape of a stylized letter 'S'.
I fastened the collar at the back of her neck. The solid click seemed to enervate her and I could feel her trembling.
"I have the only key to the lock on this collar, my Love. This collar doesn't come off until I decide." I touched her shoulder to indicate she should bend over, bowing down her face to the floor.
"This is what I have decided," I continued. "You are mine, my Love, forever. I love you with all my heart and will do my best to be the Master you deserve. Do not feel guilty for this change in our relationship. You have not forced me to do this, this is my choice. I have never felt like this before, never felt this powerful before. I have you, my Love, to thank."
I took the second box and took another collar from it. I lifted Janey's blonde hair out of the way and slipped it around her neck. Her collar buckled with a pair of sturdy snaps. Her collar was identical to her mother's, with the exception that the ceramic was royal blue and the ropes formed a 'J'. Janey turned to thank me.
"Eyes front!" I commanded.
She stopped, frozen. I hadn't used that tone with her before, but she instinctively knew better than to disobey or make wise. She turned back and settled uncertainly on her knees.
I sat quietly behind them for a while. I toyed with the soft skin along Janey's shoulders and twirled the errant hairs as I sat there. Janey began to fidget, nervous in the silence. I saw Sally's hand slide slowly over to her daughter and grasp her hand. I was almost jealous. They had each other to help them through this learning time. I was on my own and at that moment, didn't have a clue of where I was going. I only knew that this 'felt' right.
I had a short, heated argument with myself about rebelling against going with my feelings. God, I hated that. I had always associated a person who made decisions based on their feelings with wimpy suck-faces and mama's boys. Not something I associated with my own self-image. It was my opinion that if you didn't know what to do, how the fuck were you supposed to feel your way through?
Now, here I was, feeling my way along. But, in my defense, these were really strong feelings. I didn't understand it, but it was as if I was hooked in to Sally's head and body and soul and spirit. Janey's too, but in a lesser way. That link fluctuated. Right now it was coming in loud and clear. I plowed on, into the unknown following the faintly lighted path in front of me.
"Janey, before you agree to wear this collar," I started, "I want you to understand what it means. When you choose to wear this collar, you will obey me without question, without hesitation. When you have the collar on, your purpose, your only focus is my pleasure. Not yours. You will be allowed to have sexual release only when I decide. In addition, whatever, I repeat, whatever I wish to do to you or have you do, you will do and you will enjoy it for the sole reason that I wished for you to do it. Your mother can explain that better to you later.
"Your personality will not cease to exist. You will still be the 'Janey' I know and love. I expect you to be curious and playful, as you are now. I will not accept less than your best effort at whatever I have you do and I know you are very, very good at everything you do. I will also not accept less than your total obedience. You may question me if you do not understand something. I expect that. You may make suggestions that you think you, or others would enjoy or benefit from. However, when I have made up my mind, you may not question my decisions or commands. I will be as precise as possible in my commands. Follow what I say exactly.
"I will not hurt you in any way. By that, I do not mean I will not cause you to experience pain. If you accept my collar, you will feel pain. If you disobey, the consequences will be particularly painful. At other times, it may please me to torment you. Sometimes that may happen without giving you the pleasure your Mom felt last night. Know that that pain will pass, your body will heal.
"What I meant when I said I will not hurt you was that I will not break your spirit. If anything, I will try to build you up, to make you stronger. You have already been hurt once, very badly. I could not bear to do that to you myself, to cause you that kind of pain.
"I will not break your heart or cause you that kind of pain. I love you, Janey, and would give my life for you. It is not the same way I love your mother. Our relationship may be sexual — yes, you can stop worrying about that. However, that can make this real complicated for a beautiful young girl. I know it confuses the Hell out of me!
"Your collar snaps on, not like your Mom's collar. It is not permanent. That is intentional. It is a reminder to me and you that someday you will take this collar off and move on. That will happen when you are ready. I also want you to be very clear that if, at any time, you feel overwhelmed, if you sense the darkness reaching up to grab you or if there is something I ask of you that you are not ready to do, you can reach back and unsnap it.
"I will not be your Master and you will not address me that way. Our relationship will not be what your mother's and mine is." I thought fast. "I remember one of my instructors telling me that the Japanese word for Master is 'Sensei', but that it also means 'teacher.' You may use that when you speak to me."
I sat back. "Any questions so far?"
Hesitantly, she turned to me, waiting for the rebuke that didn't come.
"Sensei."
She tried out the word, letting it slip off her tongue.
"I like that." She smiled, irrepressibly. "So what are you going to call me? You don't call Mom 'Sally' when she has her collar on. You call her Love, or My Love. Gushy."
She paused, then when the time was right, "Are you going to call me 'Grasshopper', like in the "Kung Fu" TV series?"
I saw Sally shaking, silently laughing at her offspring's audacity.
I laughed, too.
"Well, that may be a bit plagerous. But how about 'Cricket'? You know, I do like the sounds you make when you rub your legs together..." I said, lecherously.
"Daa ... Sensei!"
She blushed a deep red, but she was pleased, both at the comment and for her slave name. Suddenly she grinned a mischievous grin and looked at me questioningly. When I simply looked back at her, she lay back flat on the floor and began what had to be one of the most sensuous movements of her legs I had ever seen. With each scissor-like move her upper legs brushed over each other. With an athletic twist at one point in the arc, she was able to apply pressure to her excitable clitoris. She stopped and started a couple of times until she had the moves down, and then began to masturbate, using her legs alone. I watched her for a while, enjoying her building sexual tension as she stimulated herself with the rhythmic motions. Then I popped the bubble.
"Cricket? Remember, you may only cum when I say you can cum. I insist on that."
She stopped in mid-moan.
"But don't stop what you're doing. Please continue. It is most erotic. It pleases me to watch you."
She blushed again. The coloring became her. I hoped she never lost that part of her character. Janey was confused at my request and didn't know what to do at first. Finally she continued, her pace a bit slower.
"Sensei?"
"Yes?"
"Am I being punished?"
"Are you in pain?"
"No, of course not." Her breathing was getting ragged.
I waited. She was bursting with questions. I intended to enjoy this situation to the fullest so I tapped Sally on her back and motioned for her to take my throbbing shaft in her mouth. She quickly raised herself from her bowed posture and took her place. Engulfing my cock head in her hot mouth, she held still.
She groaned in absolute pleasure as I pushed down on her head, giving her permission to move her head, to service me. She wrapped both her arms around my waist possessively, her fingers tickling that certain spot in the small of my back that always seemed to respond to her fingers. I thrust my hips forward reflexively, forcing more of myself down her throat. I wound my hands in her hair and fucked her head up and down, establishing a tempo that would keep me hard for a long time. I went deep into her throat, setting off the implants. She shuddered. I felt scalding tears wash down my inner thighs. I searched for some unhappiness in her, but found none.
Janey had felt the orgasm Sally experienced. It just about pushed her over the edge.
"Sensei, what will happen if I, you know, uh..."
"Cum?" I finished for her.
"Yeah.'
"You will be punished."
"Hard?"
"No more than you can bear. But from what I see from those marks all over your body, you can bear a lot, Cricket. So be careful, please, for your sake."
She kept up her sinuous movements, slowly separating her legs to reduce the friction. I think she hoped I wouldn't notice. She was trying to avoid a climax by not doing her best. Unacceptable.
"Cricket? Only your very best. Remember?"
"Oh, God, Sensei, this is too hard! I will cum if I keep doing this."
"Do you wish to quit?"
She thought about that.
"No. No pain, no gain, right?"
I smiled. I knew she was a bright girl.
"Right. Learn to control it. It takes a great deal of strength. You can ask your Mom later about that, too. She may be able to help."
I raised Sally up off my cock. I was a long ways from finishing. She knew it, but she still sucked at my shaft as I pulled her off. Maybe she thought she could get something out of it that way. I lifted her lips to mine and kissed her. She seemed disappointed there was nothing to share with me this time. I grinned at her and lifted her a little more so that her legs fell on both sides of mine. Her eyes widened, hoping, longing. I settled her down, impaling her on my shaft. She hissed in my ear as I filled her completely.
"You had yours earlier, my Love. You may not peak again until Janey cums. She will, but I haven't decide when that will be, yet. I am finding this 'Master' and 'Sensei' thing to be an incredible turn-on. I could get used to this. And I have you to thank!"
I had spoken softly in her ear, for her alone. She fastened her sharp teeth into the muscles on my neck and began a serious movement up and down my cock. I urged her on with rhythmic swats to her smooth ass cheeks. They colored nicely. Her arms tightened around me in a death hug. She would have to love me to death.
Janey hadn't heard us until she heard the slapping of my hands against her mother's ass. She was preoccupied, anyway, focusing her considerable attention on not having an orgasm while still stimulating herself.
I watched the play of emotions flit across the faces of the two beautiful women, one openly masturbating in front of me for the first time, the other steadily fucking the hard shaft of her Master. Shame, lust, need, a little hate, aching need, passion, a slight tremor, a twitch, and then some real fear as they both sensed they were at the edges of the forbidden climaxes. I reached out with my senses and blocked the link Janey had with her mom. I didn't want any extraneous blips from Sally to hit her unexpectedly and push her over. She was trying so hard.
Janey noticed the dampening of the feelings coming from Sally. She got a frightened look on her face and stopped moving her legs. She hugged her arms around herself.
"God, Sensei, is this loneliness what other people feel? I would rather be punished. Please, I feel so alone. Please?"
I relented and let a little bit more of Sally leak through to her. She latched on to that little bit like a drowning man to a life raft. She began to rub her legs again, this time with the intent of bringing herself off rapidly.
She was putting me in tough spot. Just like a woman to find a way to manipulate a man, regardless of the circumstances.
"Cricket, I do not wish to punish you. You may cum, but you will cum only when I count to three. Clear?"
She nodded, shakily. With my foot I urged her hand closest to me to her chest. She looked at me questioningly. With my hands behind Sally's back, I held up one finger, then two then three, then I pinched my thumb and forefinger together in an exaggerated manner, indicating I wanted her to squeeze hard; harder than she normally would. She nodded and brought her other hand up, teasing and then capturing both erect nipples. I watched this erotic display for a while, until she turned her frantic eyes on mine, pleading for release.
"One."
I lifted Sally up. I could feel the knots in her muscles.
"Two."
I kept her up, just the head of my cock inside her. I kissed her nipples, first one then the other. I heard Janey grunting on the floor with the effort of holding off her climax. She had waited long enough.
"Three!" I dropped Sally, letting her own weight bring her crashing down against my balls. I forced my hips up at the same time, crashing the tip of my cock into her cervix. I shot my load up into her spasming cunt. Her teeth bit down hard on my neck.
Janey screamed, "Sensei!" Sally screamed, "Master!" at the same moment.
I removed the damper from between them and the aftershocks that fed off each other were sweeter than the original twin earthquakes.
We didn't get much else done that day.