I looked up at the two women standing in my office. They were close together, holding hands, ready to take whatever I was going to decide.
"Come here."
As one, they came around my desk, separating at the last minute so that one was kneeling on each side of me. Gently, I reached down to each one and assisted them to sit on my lap, one on each leg. As they settled in, somewhat gingerly and unsure of what to expect, I broke down and cried.
I cried for the pain the two girls had gone through. I cried for the pain I had made their mothers inflict on them. My gentle lovers had been forced to enforce my cruel discipline. It had been the right thing to do, but it still hurt.
As they felt the sorrow and remorse I was feeling, they, too, began to cry, helping me to grieve. We sat together, holding one another, supporting one another, loving one another. A fucking Kodak moment, if there ever was one.
Finally, our tears and sobs lessened and stopped. Kleenex appeared and, to a chorus of honking that would have made a flock of geese proud, we cleaned ourselves up. I sat, one hand cupping one tit of Sally, the other hand cupping the tit of Nicole. They were still a little nervous at my anger and my unpredictability right at that moment, especially with all that had gone on that day. I toyed with their nipples, squeezing and fondling the pliant globes until their breathing became more shallow and rapid. Sally was squirming on my thigh and Nicole rested her head on my shoulder. Neither had touched my hardness, waiting for my permission. I decided not to give it.
I urged them up and, rising, we went to our bedroom. There, I stripped them both and positioned them on the bed in an obvious manner. Then, I went over to the chair, pulled it up to the side of the bed and sat in it. Sally and Nicole lay there like frozen slabs of beef, neither moving.
"Master?"
"What?"
I was not in the mood to tolerate any nonsense from them and the tone of my voice said as much.
"What do you want us to do?" asked Sally.
"What does it look like? You're face is in Nicole's cunt, her face is in yours. You figure it out," I snapped
"But..."
"Have you ever done it with a woman before?"
I knew she had. I had pictures.
Sally nodded.
"Nicole?"
I wasn't sure about her, but Europeans are much more liberal, in general about the homosexual thing.
She nodded, as well.
"And?"
"We've never done each other, Master."
"You don't want to?"
"No ... Yes. OH!" Sally was frustrated and frightened. "Master, are you angry with us?"
I thought for a while about that one. No, I wasn't angry with them. I was disappointed in myself. But I was not angry with them.
"No," I answered her softly, the anger gone from me.
"Thank you, Master."
With that, both dove into the juicy morsels staring them in the face. Soon, they were writhing and moaning, totally ignoring my presence, yet still giving me a show that most men would only be able to fantasize about. It was an honest show, too, as I could tell from the building orgasms I could sense over the link.
So engrossed was I in the show that I didn't realize that there were suddenly two more lithe bodies sitting with me, again one on each knee. Both the girls were totally nude and, as I began to protest, I felt two tiny hands pull open my robe and grasp my throbbing cock in unison. The other two hands each held a finger to my lips, silencing me.
"Please, Sensei. Let us help you," came the soft voice whispered into my ear.
So I sat there in that over-stuffed chair, watching two beautiful women make Sapphic love to each other while two naked teenagers softly and expertly stoked my rampant rod, teasing me to a hardness and desire I didn't know I could achieve. Slowly their hands moved up and down, in unison, each stroke causing their firm young tits to press into my arms. I vaguely wondered where they had gotten the experience to do this so well, but quickly realized that I didn't want to know.
I kept a firm grip on the arms of the chair, although I didn't feel nearly as tempted to fuck them now as I had earlier in the day. Somehow, this was different. As my stiffness thickened and my heart rate increased, Janey bent her head and put her mouth over the tip of my cock. Like the frog that got a kiss from the fairy-tale princess, it magically turned into a fountain, showering the inside of her mouth with cream. I watched in a dream as Simone tapped her 'sister' on the shoulder and replaced Janey's mouth with her own, catching my spunk as it shot out of me. My own fountain of youth, so to speak.
The two on the bed kept on with their activities, apparently insatiable now that they had started on each other. I had to admit they looked good together, particularly like this. It calmed me to watch their erotic show in a perverse way. There was no jealousy, no insecurity in their actions. They truly loved each other it seemed and enjoyed showing each other exactly how much.
The two girls sat with me a while longer, lightly touching me. I was surprised at Simone's boldness and participation in what they had done but it didn't surprise me when they leaned over the top of me and kissed each other. Watching their mothers make love was an erotic stimulus that these two couldn't resist. Shortly thereafter, I felt them give me kisses goodnight on the top of my head, then slip off to their own room. I didn't think there would be much actual sleeping that night in either room
When I woke with a start, I was still sitting in the chair. Sally and Nicole were wrapped in a tight embrace, spoon fashion now, but sound asleep. Nicole was in front, and I carefully slipped in behind Sally, slipping my revived member easily between her thighs as I snuggled up tight against her butt. There was more than enough lubrication.
"Oh, Master. Please, not there. It is too sore," came a mumbled half-asleep protest.
I guess I had poked into Nicole's sore bottom on the other side. I shifted my aim slightly and felt the familiar tightness of Sally's cunt grip my shaft. Her low moan of sexual gratification thrilled me to my core. I placed my arm over hers, flexed once or twice and went back to sleep.
It had been a hell of a day.