My Only Talent Ch. 20

I stared at both girls longingly, watching Suzann's nipples get hard under her tee shirt, and loving how her nostrils flared with deep breathing. Lara began to take off the shirt, and I watched every move like a puppy watching fresh meat being unwrapped. She tenderly caressed Suzanne's breasts, which responded beautifully, in my humble opinion. Suzanne turned her head and kissed Lara, who moved her hands down to Suzanne's hips, and then slowly moved them around to the front of her thighs. Suzanne spread her legs and dipped her hips down; bending her knees out a little bit, and Lara put a hand inside those lime green panties. Suzanne groaned and Lara giggled softly.

Lara picked Suzanne up and laid her out on the massage table right in front of me. My straining erection interfered with my view of the action, and I began to hear my breathing like Darth Vader's again. The little green panties came off, and Suzanne folded her arms languidly over her head like she often did when she anticipated that someone was about to munch her lovely dark carpet. Lara teased by kissing her thighs, slowly and tantalizingly working her way up toward the amazing Suzanne snatch. I was then slammed by a Suzie signal from Suzanne: she wanted Lara to get down to business, and right now. Me too, but I was tied up right now. Then Lara stepped back a little, towering over the table, and began to strip, slowly and wonderfully, noting Suzanne's eyes feasting on her every move. Suzanne literally quivered on the table.

And then the tables were turned on Suzanne, as Lara lithely climbed up on the table, sitting right on Suzanne's face and grinding her pussy into it. Suzanne's Suzie signal growled and shifted tone radically, but then she reached up and twisted Lara's nipples with both hands, and frantic slurping noises began to emerge from between Lara's legs. Lara closed her eyes and moved her hips around like she doing a hula hoop while riding a mechanical rodeo bull at Billy Bob's, and enjoying it immensely. Lara's crafty little Suzie now beamed through, saying she was on top and liking it, and intending to stay up on that horse for a while. Her eyes opened and she looked up at me, smiled, and said "You are next, Robbie!" with fire in her eyes. Mrs. Douglass, where are you now when I need some relationship advice? But then again, what choices do I actually have?

Lara closed her eyes again and her nipples crinkled suddenly like two old style flashbulbs going off, and it formed a perfect picture in my mind as she tossed her head back, shaking her blonde mane, and making one of her little orgasm cries. She stopped moving for about three seconds, and Suzanne's tonguing paused too. Then Lara opened her eyes, smiled at me like a happy but still hungry lioness, and began very pointedly fucking Suzanne's face again with renewed vigor. Suzanne resumed her ministrations with matching fervor, and a wondrous wave of Lara's exciting aroma hit my nostrils. I thought the skin on my cock was going to rip and tear from the pressure it was under.

Lara had a second, and even wetter, orgasm and then wrapped Suzanne up in something like a very sexy martial arts submission hold and slowly and deliberately went down on her, holding her immobilized while generating three hot little sneezing orgasms and making the air redolent with their wonderful yet distinctly different pussy perfumes. Then she released Suzanne from the hold and kissed her tenderly.

Suzanne said, "Lara, you are a mean and nasty animal sometimes, and I love it!"

The both stretched, drank a little water, and then looked up at me. They gave me a little water, too, and then a pair of beaming and scheming smiles again appeared on their faces. They moved the massage table around so they could stand up on it and be on either side of me, and then locked the casters to hold it in place. Lara reached into one of her 'toy boxes' and pulled out two long white feathers, handing one to Suzanne.

"Robbie, Robbie, Robbie! What are we going to do with you?" Lara laughed. "Why, anything we want!"

Suzanne put a hand on my ass. "And what are you going to do for us? Why, anything we want!"

My heart beat almost uncontrollably. One of my secret fears was coming true. I had no control at all! I realized that if you found 1000 horny ESU freshman males and asked them, fully 997 of them would trade places with me in an instant and let these two go all freaky on them any time. And I knew these two really loved me, yet I was scared to death. Try to be realistic here, Robbie: what could they ask of you that you haven't already done for them willingly and happily? Haven't both of them repeatedly submitted to you, giving you total control over their bodies, solely for your amusement and pleasure? Haven't you fucked both their throats mercilessly, just letting them worry about breathing? Haven't you deliberately and systematically humiliated Lara, just to get her excited? Haven't you spanked and dominated Suzanne just to get yourself off? Haven't you taken them both in the ass with nary a thought to their sufficient relaxation and lubrication? And didn't they end up loving every minute of it?

They both took up positions beside and behind me, kissing my shoulders and reaching around to touch my nipples, and whispering in my ears.

"You are about to eat some serious ass here, stud! And you better do it right, or that's all you'll get!"

Suzanne clipped two metal things to the ropes holding the trapeze. They put tension on the rope and held it in position, easily supporting Suzanne's meager weight. They were like stirrups, and my face was about to be her saddle. Her muscular buns appeared magically right in front of me, and she bent over at the waist and backed into me, holding her arms behind her back like in her stretching routine, and using them to grab the rope to balance herself. "Roll up that tongue and worship my ass!" This was certainly something I had enjoyed before on a purely voluntary basis, but I had to admit that there was some added tension in this particular setting. Lara took out her feather and very lightly used it to tickle the very bottom of my balls.

Suzanne's light olive skinned ass was an absolute vision, with a fine sheen of her lubricant covering it like sexual dew. I almost wanted to just stay back and look at it; it was that great a sight. But I knew that was not in the cards. But I still had enough resistance left to be a little bit of a tease myself. I kissed her butt cheeks gently, little butterfly kisses, and approached her little rosebud tentatively. I exhaled on it with my mouth open, so she just barely felt my hot breath on it, but no actual touch and certainly no tongue penetration. I marveled at how that minor effort of exertion seemed to increase the tension in my cock. I began to lick towards her hot little asshole, but never actually reaching it.

She took one hand off the rope, and demonstrated her strength and flexibility by grabbing the back of my head and pulling it toward her. "Stick your tongue in my ass, boy, and get busy with it!"

I did. I couldn't resist it anymore anyway. Her Suzie signal told me she really did want some ass worship, and I tuned my actions with its guidance and tried to keep her just on the edge: thinking she was about to get what she wanted, but stopping just short of it. I did plunge my tongue into her hot little opening, but then pulled out and teased the little ruffles and ridges of the puckering skin around it. She did not object. I found a rhythm that had her spellbound, and I was enjoying myself, too. Her Suzie signal began to wax and her powerful leg muscles began to vibrate a bit. She shifted back and bent over even further and I got my lips sealed to her ass firmly and my tongue now achieved maximum possible penetration. My chin was now snuggled up against the area between her anus and pussy, and when I made chewing and side to side motions with my jaw, her Suzie sang in concert. It gave me some feeling of power, or at least I told myself it did.

She shivered like she had the chills, but her skin felt warmer to me. Her legs vibrated, and her little rosebud grabbed my tongue and a trickle of new lubricant leaked from her pussy and down my nose and chin. She sneezed twice in quick succession, and then her butt checks clenched together, a maneuver that threatened to expel my tongue from her asshole. I rooted like a hog, pushing forward, and she gasped, losing her tough girl act for a moment. "Oh yeah, baby!" She came again with a third little sneeze, and then sighed loudly.

Lara looked on, still tickling my ball sac with the feather, but mostly trying to peek between Suzanne's ass and my lips to see what my tongue was doing, and holding her mouth funny. "It's my turn, Suze!" I wasn't sure if she wanted me to eat her, or she wanted to supplant my efforts on Suzanne. I didn't get to choose, I suppose. Lara moved the two little climbers or descenders or whatever they were grabbing the ropes up above my shoulders. What was she going to do up there? She went up the rope hand over hand, demonstrating very impressive upper body strength. Suzanne sighed again. Lara grabbed the two metal handles locked to the ropes, and basically chinned herself up to a level where her waist was roughly level with my face. Then she hooked her ankles up over her wrists, and let herself swung down right into my face like a hot pink pendulum, with her legs spread out so that her ass pushed itself right onto my mouth. "Eat my ass, stud!"

I was amazed at how different she tasted. They both had that faint coppery taste that stirred something nasty deep down inside me, but Lara had a sort of cinnamon overtone to her taste. She also had bigger, stronger, longer thighs and a very ample ass. Suddenly her ass was my world. Her Suzie drilled into my head and I let it govern my actions. She began to groan almost immediately, and I set myself a goal to make her scream. Suzanne stood up on the massage table and began to gently bite Lara's breasts, causing her thighs to squeeze my head even more strongly. There was no place for me to go but forward, and I used all the strength in my neck to push my tongue into her ass and do my best imitation of an anteater. She shuddered and came, shaking on the ropes. I really liked it. She pushed herself even more strongly toward me, and I began round two of our little match. It did not take long for her to win another fall, and another wave of her amazing pussy juice leaked from her snatch and dripped on my face. She exhaled loudly and swung her legs off of her wrists, and let herself down slowly, pausing as her face came level with mine. She smiled mischievously, and then kissed me very tenderly on the lips for just an instant.

She turned to Suzanne, and said "I am warmed up now, and it's time for some intense pussy worship training for this slave!"

Suzanne giggled. "If he passes this test, we might consider giving him some relief. She nodded toward my straining erection. "That looks almost painful."

Lara laughed. "It's potentially useful to us, you mean, after we whip him into shape. Speaking of relief, I need to visit the bathroom for a moment. I'll be right back."

She returned in less than a minute and climbed back up on the ropes, with a truly evil looking expression on her face. "Lick me clean, slave, and make it a thorough job!" Oh my, how the worm had turned. It got me really hot. What was next?

.....

Günter and Strelsa had developed an established Friday night routine that they usually stuck to, unless Günter was traveling to a rowing event. They avoided the downtown restaurants near their apartment, as they were usually very crowded on weekends. On her way home from campus, before the evening rush, Strelsa would pick up pre-prepared dinner stuff at Whole Foods, or one of the salad or sandwich places downtown or the little Italian style deli-market in the retail floor of their building, and when Günter got home, usually late after evening workouts, they would have dinner in, usually with Netflix or some other movie or on demand TV show afterwards. They had a couple of other Friday traditions, too: no discussion of workplace or money problems until Saturday morning, and always make love between dinner and the movie. They both looked forward to Friday all week.

This Friday, Strelsa was going to try to prepare Günter for the planned future evening adventures with Robbie and Suzanne. She had searched the web extensively and found a recent soft porno, in German no less, about a couple in Sweden who decided to experiment with swinging with another couple over a weekend. The title sounded innocuous enough that she could claim not to have known the real content, but she had already watched it once to make sure it was not a 'morality play' where everyone got STDs, a divorce, and then committed murder suicide as a result of their sexual experimentation. In fact, the attractive and happy couples had found they heartily enjoyed a little variety. In the movie, it made their marriages stronger, and they lived happily ever after, doing the neighbors once a month or so. She had picked up some rabbit, one of Günter's favorites, to serve for dinner, complete with dessert and a very racy new set of panties and bra that she had ordered from Victoria's Secret, with a discount coupon, of course. Hopefully they would fuck like bunnies later. She was not sure of the exact order of things, but she would ask Günter about some of his desires, and maybe get answers on some of the questions that occurred to her during her lunch with Suzanne. This was going to be a very interesting Friday night.

.....

I was lost in the folds of Lara's golden snatch for some time: about 2 orgasms worth, and then Suzanne's for a while longer. I developed an exquisite understanding of what I was doing to Erminia by making her concentrate entirely on someone else's pleasure. It did sort of focus the mind. And it gave me even more insight into how Suzie signals might be generated by the same process that connected the physical sensations with the feelings of pleasure. Clearly it worked differently for Millie than for me, or Lara versus Suzanne, but the common factors were making themselves known. I had just felt both Lara's and Suzanne's most recent orgasms with a depth and clarity that truly astounded me, and led me to the inescapable conclusion that male and female orgasms were two very different things. I also understood that an orgasm delayed was an orgasm intensified, and why. As much as it excited me, it also relaxed me, or at least gave me patience to await my own release. I would need it.

.....

Dinner had gone very well, and as Strelsa put things away in the kitchen, Günter snuck in behind her and began to fondle her ass. She loved it when he did that, and her excitement made her a little bold.

"Günter, do you remember when I talked about a fantasy threesome with another girl a few weeks ago to make you hot?"

His answer was to press his obvious and huge erection against her backside. He remembered. "Did you think I didn't notice that, my love?"

He laughed, and then intensified his attentions to her butt.

"Would you like to do more than just talk about it, Günter?"

His hands stopped moving for just a second, and his breath caught involuntarily.

"Be honest with me Günter! I know it excites you. What if I was okay with making it happen for you?"

He drew in a huge breath. "It does excite me, as a fantasy. But I would never want to be unfaithful to you, or make you feel as if you weren't enough for me."

"It would just be a thrill, my love, a little variety. It wouldn't change how we feel about each other."

Günter drew in an even larger breath. He should always be truthful with Strelsa. "It would be exciting. But don't you have the same kind of fantasies?

She sputtered and started to say no, but he touched a finger to her lips, silencing her. "I think you do, Liebchen, and you should be honest with me, too, shouldn't you?"

Tears rolled down her cheek. He kissed them. "It is okay! We have never been with anyone else. It is normal for us to be curious. Are you saying you want us to 'satisfy our curiosity'?"

"Yes, I guess so. I talked to Suzanne Pliskin about it. I saw how you couldn't take your eyes off of her when she was here for dinner. And Robbie is the only man I really trust besides you, and even if it does not work out well, he will be nice about it, and never tell anyone."

Günter chuckled, feeling bittersweet. She had reached the same conclusions that he had, and that was why he had already talked to Robbie. "And I saw the way you looked at Robbie, too."

She turned bright red, like he had never seen her before.

He held her closer, saying "It's okay, Strelsa, but what do we actually do about it? What did she say?"

She shuddered again. "Suzanne said she talked to Robbie. She will do what I asked, and be in a threesome with us, so you can have two women at once."

Günter's heart pounded, but before he could speak, she continued, "But she wants some other things before that, Günter!"

"What else does she want?"

Strelsa looked like she might faint. "She wants me first, Günter! She wants me to be with her while you and Robbie watch us!"

"Ich wünsche guten Appetit. I would like to see that!" She slapped him playfully, and he kissed her seriously. "That surely does turn me on!" he said.

"That's why she wants to do it; she said it would get you and Robbie hot and maybe me too, for the other things she wants, later on some other evenings."

"Was ist?"

"She would not say. She said we should try that first evening and if we want to go on, and after that we can talk about it."

"Have you ever thought about being with a woman?"

Strelsa turned red again, and smiled. "I have thought about it quite a bit in the last few hours!" She took off her blouse, and he immediately noticed the new bra and panties. "Show me what you think she would do to me, Günter!"

He had some remarkably creative ideas, for a PE coach, and they never got around to watching the movie.

.....

Both of my female tormentors now had enjoyed multiple additional orgasms, and each had made a trip to the bathroom, returning with an evil grin and demanding that I lick them clean. I was surprised to find that I would have been disappointed if they hadn't, and I tried my version of Millie's hot but haughty look out on them. They seemed to find it a little disturbing. Good.

I had no idea what time it was, but I was pretty sure that we had now reached the point in our evening where my release was close at hand, or however they planned it. I just couldn't see how else they could delay it much longer. They both smiled up at me, and began to gently tease my nipples, one using her hand while the other used her tongue, and then switching sides and roles. It was wonderful.

"Well, Robbie, you performance as a sex slave has been just barely acceptable, and we will expect you to do a lot better next time, but we may let you come, to encourage you to improve next time." They moved closer and began to kiss my abdomen and thighs, but studiously avoiding my bright red dick and painfully blue balls. Lara moved behind me and kissed my butt cheeks, and Suzanne put her tongue on her upper lip and stared obviously at my cock from a few inches away. I responded as she knew I would, afraid that my cock really might burst if they don't get on with it. But I was not at all prepared for what happened next. Lara went over to her toy chest and picked up her red whip, and handed it to Suzanne.

She began lightly flicking it against the back of my legs, hard enough to sting a bit but not really painful. She would deliver a few blows and then Suzanne would swoop in for a few licks, getting closer to my aching cock each time. The worked in contrast, alternating gradually harder blows with the whip and gradually more pleasurable tongue caresses. But soon it was frank flogging, and had moved up to my buttocks, and light tongue flicks on my cock. As much as I hated to admit it, I was hard as a rock and more turned on than I could have ever believed. I think I heard Mrs. Douglass's haunting laughter floating around inside my head.