Summer at Pond Cove Ch. 01

Both Holly and I immediately started smearing the sunscreen over the other's body. I'd never touched a naked woman before and the effect on me was immediate. Little Bill– do all men have names for their pricks? Little Bill was standing straight out in front of me.

Tracy gave a long whistle and said, "Wow! It looks like the weird worm here could get arrested for carrying a concealed weapon. It don't look like much asleep, but when it wakes up, it's right impressive."

I'd never thought of it that way. I knew that I looked small when I wasn't aroused, but when I'm turned on, I'm about seven inches long and a lot thicker than most of those men on the porn sites. I wanted to say "Thank you," but I couldn't get up the nerve to do so.

Holly squatted down and started putting the lotion on my legs. I bent over her and slathered it on her back. I suddenly squealed, however, and stood bolt upright when she stuck out her tongue and licked the tip of my penis. She then stood up and began rubbing the sunscreen into my crotch and ass.

"You've got a lot of skin yet to cover, holly," Gloria cautioned, and holly turned me and let me start smearing lotion on her legs and feet while she copied me and started smearing the stuff on my back.

That position put me very close to her naked slit. She was turned on. I could smell her. And there was moisture on her pussy lips that wasn't from the sunscreen.

As soon as she was finished with my back, she lifted me back up and we both began smearing the thick cream on each other's fronts. She shuddered slightly as my hands passed over her nipples.

"Close your eyes," I said as I started applying the sunscreen to her face.

"Close yours," she replied as she also moved up to my face. I was surprised at how sensitive my ears were when she gently smeared the stuff there. I never thought of my ears as sexual– but then, I've never had a naked woman pressed against me rubbing lotion onto them.

We were now both totally covered with sunscreen. "Looks like it's a race to the finish," Sam said from behind me.

"But the winner of the race loses," she added with a laugh.

Holly leaned in closer to me and said, "If we work it right, we can finish together."

She then poured more lotion on her hand– and mine– and moved down to begin massaging my aching prick.

I may be inexperienced, but I'm not stupid. I began rubbing the lotion into her slit.

"Softer," she whispered, leaning against me, "and use your fingers gently on the little button at the top."

I knew the little button at the top was the clitoris, but I didn't know that it got bigger just like my prick. Well... not just like. It isn't anywhere near as big, but holly's little button was definitely stiff and standing out from her body as I ran my fingers around it. I couldn't look down there with our body's pressed together, but from what I could feel, it was pretty obvious that it was peeking out more than a little from her slit.

After a while, holly said hoarsely, "Now... harder," and she began milking my cock with her hand wrapped all the way around it.

I started rubbing her slit and clit hard with my hand.

"I'm going to cum," I said through gritted teeth.

"Now," she said sharply in my ear, and I felt my balls pumping cum out onto the ground. I also felt her shudder and shake and scream– loudly– in my ear.

"We have a tie," Tracy said loudly. "Now what?"

"Well," Gloria said slowly, but firmly, "since the winner was the one who didn't cum first and they popped together, I would say that they both lost."

"Sounds good to me," Sam said loudly. "I think Gloria should take care of holly, Tracey will do the worm, and I..." staring over at cheryl, "will use a paddle to teach my slave not to forget a blanket out on the beach when it's going to rain."

Cheryl somehow paled significantly, or at least turned a slightly lighter shade of dark brown. She stood there trembling, but said nothing.

"Puddy tat!" Tracey yelled. "We need three solid chairs out here from the kitchen. And I would hurry if I were you or we will arrange for a fourth spanking."

"Yes, Ma'am," puddy tat yelled as she ran into the house.

Gloria looked over at me and said, "'Ma'am' is also acceptable in certain situations." Then she laughed.

Puddy tat was back very rapidly with two chairs. She set those down and ran back into the house for the third.

"While she is gone," Sam ordered, "worm and holly will fold up the blanket and set the chairs in a circle.

I'm not sure how we were supposed to set two chairs in a circle, but evidently the idea was that they should all face inward, so as soon as we had the blanket folded, I picked up one of the chairs and holly grabbed the other. She set her chair almost against the cabin wall and I set mine near the edge of the porch more or less facing it, but off to one side. By the time we were done, puddy tat was already back and she set the third chair also near the edge of the porch mirroring mine so that it was like the three chairs were part of a circle.

"What do you think?" Gloria mused aloud. "Should we do this simultaneously or one at a time?"

"Sets of five, going around the circle," Sam suggested.

Gloria nodded her head. So did Tracey.

"Sets of five it is," Sam said firmly as she sat down on the chair closest to the cabin.

"But first," she said loudly, "cheryl, go into the cabin and bring out... ..." cheryl was obviously trembling and Sam drew out the pause to the maximum before saying, "the leather paddle."

Cheryl let out the breath she had been holding in and said, "Thank you, Mistress Samantha."

I wondered what she might have been told to bring out since she was grateful that it was "just" the leather paddle. Visions of various paddles and whips I had seen on porn sites flashed through my head. Some of them were definitely much worse than a leather paddle.

Cheryl ran quickly into the house and returned in moments with a short, black, leather paddle that looked somewhat like the sole of a shoe, except that it was very shiny and had a short wooden handle that was also covered in black leather.

Sam patted her legs and cheryl quickly draped herself across her lap with her hips directly over Sam's right leg. She then stretched out her arms so that she was touching the floor with her fingertips. I noticed that the had her hands formed almost as if she were holding a ball so that her fingertips touched the porch floor in a circle. After her arms were in place, she straightened her legs and lifted them so that only her toes were touching the floor.

Gloria nodded her head slightly and holly assumed a similar position over her lap.

"You see the proper position, worm," Tracy said flatly. "Think you can copy that?"

I started to let myself down onto her lap when she said loudly, "Whoa there, worm boy! Haven't you been watching? I'm left-handed."

I stood back up and looked down at her in confusion until she said angrily, "Other way down on my lap, worm."

"Oh," I said and reversed myself so that I was lying across her left leg rather than her right.

As soon as I was against her lap, she gave me a very loud slap to my ass. "That's for not noticing I was left-handed."

Her hand slammed down on my ass again. "And that is for not addressing me properly when I told you what to do."

I started to say "oh" once again, but quickly changed that to, "Thank you, Mistress Tracy."

She looked over at Gloria and said with a smile, "He can be trained."

I tried to position myself on her leg like holly and cheryl had done, but it was too painful. My cock was becoming stiff again and if I was in the same position as holly was on Gloria, I was crushing my balls.

Tracey laughed. "I guess boys and girls are a little different," she said. She then repositioned me so that my ass was over the center of her lap with my cock and balls hanging between her slightly spread legs.

"I think we need to give you a little dangle room," she said with a smirk. "But I still want those finger tips and toes on the floor all of the time. If you pull up off the floor, the stroke doesn't count."

"Yes, Mistress Tracy," I replied.

She patted my ass lightly and said, "I guess we are ready to begin. Who goes first?"

"I would normally say 'Ladies first," Sam said, "but I think we should give that honor to our guest."

"Count them," Tracy ordered. "And the correct form is 'One. Thank you, Ma'am.'"

I nodded my head and tried to prepare for the first blow.

"Unclench your ass!" Tracy said sharply, giving me a light, but sharp, smack on the ass. "You are supposed to just lie there and take it."

I didn't say anything. I just tried to relax my ass muscles.

I was still trying to do that when, "Smack!"

It sounded like an explosion to me. I shuddered, trying to keep my fingers and toes on the floor.

"If you don't count it, it doesn't count," Tracy said softly and I forced out, "One. Thank you, Ma'am."

On "Ma'am" Tracy struck again. If anything this one was louder– and harder– than the first.

"Two. Thank you, Ma'am" I managed to say.

Tracy kept up her pattern of giving the next blow on the word "Ma'am." I was starting to squirm and working really hard to keep my fingers and toes in place. Then on the fifth stroke, Tracy changed her pattern. She paused for just a moment after the word "Ma'am."

It wasn't much of a change, but somehow it really threw off my body... or maybe my mind. I yelped and my fingers and toes all came up off the floor.

"Doesn't count," Tracy said firmly.

"Sorry, Mistress Tracy," I replied.

On "Tracy," she re-applied the fifth stroke. Even though I didn't expect it at all, this time I managed to keep my fingers and toes in place. I even managed to say, "Five. Thank you, Ma'am" promptly.

After the fifth spank, Tracy stopped and began rubbing her hand lightly across my flaming rear end. It felt really nice. It still hurt, but her hand somehow made that hurt not hurt so much. Even the hot stinging that was still there was starting to feel nice.

"Smack!" Gloria had evidently started on holly.

"One. Thank you, Ma'am," holly cried out.

I watched holly for the next four swats. She absolutely just lay there. Her body was almost relaxed. In fact, by the fifth smack, it was almost like she was slowly grinding herself into Mistress Gloria's leg.

When Gloria had finished, I looked over at Mistress Sam and cheryl. Cheryl was still in correct position across Sam's leg, but now it looked like she was vibrating slightly in fright. Sam was softly stroking cheryl's ass.

"Do you know why you are being punished?" Sam asked.

"This stupid slave left a blanket out in the rain and it got dirty," cheryl answered.

"Do you think twenty swats with a paddle make up for that?" Sam asked softly. "What is the proper punishment?"

"Whatever my Mistress decrees," cheryl answered.

"What if I said sixty swats? Would that be proper?"

"If that is what my Mistress thinks is proper," cheryl answered almost tearfully. "But this slave begs for a less severe punishment."

"Hmmm," Sam murmured. "Less than sixty... but more than twenty... We shall do forty... in sets of ten. Is that proper?"

Cheryl hung her head low and said, "Yes, Mistress Samantha. ... But please give me permission to wail and cry."

"Puddy tat," Sam called out. "You heard your sister slave. She wants to be able to wail and cry. ... Which means someone else has to keep the count."

Puddy tat hurried over and stood alongside Sam. "I will keep count for my sister slave, Mistress Samantha," she said. "Do you wish me to speak her thanks for her?"

"No, puddy," Sam replied. "The count itself is sufficient. Remember it is forty in sets of ten."

"Yes, Mistress Samantha," puddy tat replied.

Almost as soon as puddy tat finished speaking, Sam whipped her left hand off of cheryl's ass and used her right to slam the paddle down on cheryl's left asscheek. The loud "Smack!" was almost like a rifle shot.

I don't know how cheryl was able to remain in place. Her whole body twanged like a spring, but somehow the fingers and toes remained in place.

"Ahhhhhh!" cheryl screamed.

"One," puddy tat counted.

The next blow was on the right asscheek and was just as loud. Cheryl's wail was also just as loud, but somewhat shriller.

Sam varied the pattern of her strikes. Sometimes she would hit on the left; sometimes on the right; and sometimes squarely in the middle. She also moved up and down on cheryl's ass. Occasionally she would strike just where the asscheek merged into the leg. Once she even struck lower on the leg itself. I noticed that she was very careful, however, to never go above cheryl's waist.

By the time puddy tat counted the tenth stroke, cheryl was screaming almost continually. It was a very high-pitched wail which almost sounded like some possessed demon from an old horror film. To my amazement, her body pitched and bucked, but her fingers and toes stayed in place. Her ass looked slightly swollen, but because of her dark skin, it was harder to see the welts the paddle had raised.

I was still watching her quiver on Sam's lap when Tracy's hand slammed into my own ass. I yelped, but surprisingly I was able to remain in position and stutter out, "Six. Thank you, Ma'am."

I started paying attention to where Tracy was striking me. She, too, moved around. Two of the five swats were on the left, two were on the right, and one was in the middle... very low. That final swat in the middle felt almost like it was on the base of my prick, or even on the top of my ball sack. It didn't hurt any more– or less– than any of the others, but it felt... ... different.

As before, when Tracy finished her five, she rested her right hand on my ass and slowly rubbed the flaming welts caused by her other hand. I found myself making an almost contented noise and she leaned down and said softly, "I think you are a special kind of submissive slut. While we are together this summer, the girls and I just might help you find your hidden, inner self."

I didn't know what she meant, but, for some reason, my cock began getting stiff as I tried to figure it out. I was lying there thinking about it when cheryl's loud scream brought my attention back to the matter at hand– so to speak.

"Eleven," puddy tat said loudly. Then Sam began raining blows rapidly on cheryl's ass. Puddy tat could barely keep up with the count. Cheryl was screaming and wailing louder and shriller with each blow.

Finally puddy tat said, "Twenty."

Cheryl lay across Sam's lap sobbing and crying. Her ass was starting to swell badly and I could now see hints of red and purple on the raised welts.

"I didn't think you could do it," Sam said. "You constantly amaze me with what you can take."

"I wouldn't have been able if you had not given me permission to wail, Mistress," cheryl sobbed out.

"We are half-way through," Sam said as she very lightly rubbed cheryl's now very inflamed ass.

I started to prepare myself for the next blow, but when Tracy patted my ass and said, "Relax," I realized that I was clenching my asscheeks again.

I forced myself to relax and just be open to the next swat.

"Smack!"

"Eleven. Thank you, Ma'am."

There was something different about that swat. It hurt, but not in the same way that the other swats had hurt. It was... ... different.

I tried to relax even more for the next one.

"Smack!"

"Twelve. Thank you, Ma'am."

Again, it hurt, but in a different sort of way. It almost felt good– no, that couldn't be. It was a spanking. It couldn't feel good. Spankings were supposed to hurt.

"Smack!"

"Thirteen. Thank you, Ma'am."

"Smack!"

"Fourteen. Thank you, Ma'am."

"Smack!"

"Fifteen. Thank you, Ma'am."

What was going on? The smacks were starting to feel good in a weird sort of way. They still hurt, but they felt... good.

I watched holly very closely as Mistress Gloria spanked her. Holly was squirming on Gloria's lap, but as strange as it sounds, it looked like she, too, was... enjoying... her spanking.

The loud smack of the leather paddle and cheryl's screams captured my attention. Cheryl was definitely not enjoying her spanking– or maybe I should call it a beating since it seemed so intense. Even puddy tat was having trouble calling out the count. She was sobbing heavily as she called out, "Twenty-nine," and had to try several times before she could finally call out, "Thirty."

I had five more to go. I tried not to think about when or where or how hard. I concentrated on relaxing. What would be, would be. Let the swat happen. Don't fight it.

"Smack!"

"Sixteen. Thank you, Ma'am."

Yes, it still hurt. But at the same time, it felt sort of good.

"Smack!"

"Seventeen. Thank you, Ma'am."

I took a deep breath. Only three more to go. They didn't seem to hurt nearly as much, and they were starting to feel even better in a very weird sort of way. I could get through this easily.

"Smack!"

"Eighteen. Thank you, Ma'am."

"Smack!"

"Nineteen. Thank you, Ma'am."

Tracy softly rubbed my flaming ass. "On this last blow, worm," she said softly, "you may cum."

I may what?! Then I realized that I was hard... very hard... very, very hard. How was that possible?! I was getting my ass fried and I was turned on.

"Smack!"

"Twenty. ... aaahhhaaahhh"

I did it. I came, squirting down between Tracy's legs. As a small puddle of cum formed on the floor, I took a deep breath and wheezed out, "Thank you, Ma'am."

Tracy just laughed softly and rubbed my ass. "I think you are finding yourself sooner than we thought," she said softly.

I heard holly count, "Nineteen. Thank you, Ma'am," and Mistress Gloria said firmly, "You, too, may cum on the twentieth stroke."

"Smack!"

Holly gave a loud cry as she shook and quivered on Gloria's lap while she kept her hands and toes firmly on the ground. She then took several short, sharp breaths and trembled out "Twenty. Thank you, Ma'am."

After that, she seemed to collapse on Gloria's lap, repeating "Thank you, Ma'am. Thank you, Ma'am. Thank you, Ma'am."

Gloria laughed as she rubbed holly's ass and looked over at me with Tracy rubbing mine. She laughed again and said with a smile, "We seem to have a matched pair of pain sluts."

Sam also laughed, but her laugh sounded much more ominous. "I'll bet that right now my slave wishes that she was a pain slut rather than just someone who craves pain." Looking down at cheryl she said cruelly, "You want this, don't you? But it's just pain to you, isn't it? Why do you keep misbehaving and forcing me to punish you?"

"I need it, Mistress," cheryl wailed. She looked up at Mistress Samantha and added, "And I need it from you. It has to be from you."

"Ten more," Sam said and brought the paddle down with another resounding "Smack!"

"Thirty-one," said puddy tat.

Sam again let loose with a rapid fire stream of swats. Again she was all over cheryl's ass. Again cheryl screamed loudly and shrilly. Again puddy tat sobbed as she watched her sister slave receive her punishment.

"With every sour there should be sweet," Gloria said calmly. Then she ordered, "Puddy tat, spread the blanket back out here in the center of the circle."

Puddy tat scampered to obey, making sure that the cleaner side of the blanket was up. Then Gloria said, "The four of you have our permission to please each other– or yourself– for the next half hour."

Holly, cheryl, and puddy tat immediately crawled to the center of the blanket. Tracy pushed me slightly and said, "Join them."

As I got to the center of the blanket, holly pulled me to one side and said, "Cheryl and puddy tat are lovers. I think we should let them please each other on their side of the blanket while you and I get to know each other better on this side."

I let her pull me further over to the side of the blanket. Then I looked at her and said, "What?"