University Years Ch. 09

Literotic asexstories – University Years Ch. 09 by Joanmcarthy,Joanmcarthy
When Liz and Eve found that one of the University Clubs was having a Bacchus Ball, they announced they wanted to go and that I was to be their partner for the night. And, yes, it was put as definitely as that; not really offering me any choice.

I was a bit surprised, in the sense that I thought that sort of thing was somewhat in the past; cultural appropriation and various other woke type changes discouraging events where women are scantily dressed, drunk and dressed in outfits more appropriate to a past culture.

Mind you, I would have gone anyway; I was just amused by how firmly they put it, and a bit worried about how one guy partners two attractive women at a likely very debauched event like that.

We of course needed appropriate outfits, but the girls told me not to worry about that and that they would sew some outfits up. I didn’t doubt their sewing skills, they were superb. Given the fetishes I’d already seen, I did worry somewhat about what they might produce.

A week before the event I was presented with my toga inspired outfit. They’d clearly put a lot of thought, work and no little expense into it.

It consisted of a dress like tunic with purple edging and made from a very fine white linen. The tunic had broad shoulder straps, short, open arms and a high neckline and back; although it rode quite high on my thighs. I figured with a pair of swimmers underneath, I could deal with the likely upskirt exposure.

With that was a toga, draped over a shoulder, which was much longer; extending down to my mid calves. It too was of the fine white linen and purple edged.

There was also a belt to wear around my waist with the tunic; plaited using rolled up bands of the linen material. There was a small, holster like container on the right hip I didn’t pay much attention to at the time.

It was all very impressive and I couldn’t have hoped for more. But when they declined to show me their outfits, maybe I should have had my suspicions aroused.

Come the day of the ball, there were more than a few surprises for me. I should have known.

The first was that, instead of the girls going as my Roman social equal, with the same fine garments they’d made for me, they had decided to go as my slaves. They’d got themselves some white spandex swimwear material and dyed it a sort of dirty, uneven, light brown.

From that they made themselves some tunics of their own which were very short, very body conforming, very deep v’ed in the neckline and split at the sides up to their hips; held up by spaghetti string shoulder straps made of plaited lengths of the same dirty brown spandex, tied in a bow at the top of the shoulder. It was finished with a belt made of the same plaited material.

The lower, split, part of the dress didn’t flare over their hips, which meant the slits in the leg hem opened wide around the womanly shape of their hips, displaying their thighs up to the waistband of their loincloth.

But that wasn’t enough for them. They’d introduced a number of tears and splits into the garments; sometimes in, shall we say, precarious places. Liz had one under her right breast that her nipple threatened to come out of. And both of them had splits low down at the front that exposed their underwear. That was just on the front.

The back was covered in short slits and tears that had a red stain painted on the edges with red body paint on their skin underneath; creating an alarmingly real looking impression that they’d just been flogged.

Then there was their so called underwear.

No bras of course. Their only breast coverage was the unlined spandex of their tunic; which, thin and well stretched around their breasts, completely failed to disguise, let alone hide, their nipples.

As for panties, I might have thought they’d go for bikini bottoms, given the inevitable exposure the shortness of their dresses and the split up the side would offer. But no, they made themselves some loincloths. A waistband of the same plaited dirty brown spandex used elsewhere, held up a thin strip of the spandex material that ran through their crotch and up over the waistband front and back, leaving a flap of material that draped back down to about their crotch level. No elasticised leg seams, just the thin strip of material.

They were going to create quite an impression; whether a good or a bad one, I wasn’t sure. But I could well guess that guys would be circling them like bees to nectar.

Then there were two more surprises for me.

The first was a whip to go in the aforementioned holster. It had a small, short handle which fitted in the holster and long lengths of red stained plaited string which dapped down my thighs with knots at the end.

And then, to top it off, a replacement loincloth for the swimwear I thought I was going to wear.

It was similar in design to the girls, but made of cleaner and finer spandex material with a slightly wider crotch band. The girls had at least designed it with sufficient leg seam support to stop my balls falling out the side. But they also designed it with a pouch of material between the leg seams, so that, instead of supporting my manhood in the usual sideways position, it let it dangle straight down; as it would if I had nothing on; and my short tunic only just covered down to the height it dangled to. That was when it was flaccid. I hated to think what would happen if I got a half mongrel.

It was with some trepidation I got out of our taxi and entered the ballroom where the event was to be held. With the two girls walking either side of me, a half pace ahead, their hands holding mine it must have looked like there were dragging me in there. I was braced to have to say a thousand times during the night that it was the girls’ idea they go as slaves.

We found our table, joined there by a number of couples who were friends of the girls from their classes.

The other girls at the table fawned all over the outfits the girls had made; since many were dressed in little more than sheets wrapped around them. And yes, pretty quickly it became necessary to reveal that it was the girls’ idea to go as slaves. And when asked why, Liz and Eve gave some disturbingly erotic answers. Sort of 50 Shades of Grey type answers based on Roman outfits.

The guys on the other hand mainly fawned all over the girls; barely able to take their eyes off their cleavage — and then only to see what up skirt views were available.

The night was nearly as drunken as you might have expected.

I enjoy dancing and loved dancing with the girls. I wasn’t there to protect their modesty (only their safety). They well knew that if they spun in the dance, their skirt would fly up as high as the side split and expose their loincloths. And that I, and every guy in the room, would be watching for it. They spun a lot. Their breast modesty was also demonstrably insecure with the deep cleavage line of their skirts

They got hit on by innumerable guys. If they liked the look of the guy, each time they asked me — in front of him – if it was OK to dance with him; making a sort of point they were largely spoken for. Many guys tried their hardest for wardrobe malfunctions on the dance floor; especially having their breasts come out the cleavage line; although two guys grabbed the flying tail of the loincloth in a spin, looking for a loincloth malfunction too.

The breast exposures were tolerated and tucked back in. Only one of the attempted loincloth malfunctions was nearly — but not quite – successful, but both resulted in the guy being left on the dancefloor.

But mostly they took turns dancing with me. And as they danced, they tried their hardest to arouse me; something they didn’t find all that hard to achieve.

You could see a certain playful evilness in how they’d set me up with the roman tunic and loincloth. As I first became aroused, and almost until it was a half mongrel, it would harden and thicken, but still point downwards; projecting very obviously from under the bottom hem of the tunic, loosely sheathed in the white cloth, and making me look obscenely well hung.

For the next stage, it would arc out, lifting up the bottom hem of the dress in the process. It was pointless — maybe impossible — to tuck it under the hem because it was too tight and, in any case, would be just as obvious.

At full arousal it would, if I did nothing more, continue to lift the hem of the tunic up, fully displaying the length of my erection and the loincloth containing it; at least until I could pull the tunic over the top and have some chance of it not being noticed.

But once it did anything other than dingle downwards, the girls had something to dance against while pushed into me; deliberating stimulating it as we danced. There were a couple of times I knew I’d cum in I let them keep doing that, so had to stop.

All in all, I relied on the darkness of the room, the girls bodies and the crowd to hide the arousal they kept teasing me up to; the limitations on that being that most of the males in the crowd could be seen staring at the girls bodies. Plus I tried to keep it below a half mongrel at nothing worse than a stiffened dangle reveal as much as I could. Gross embarrassment is a reasonably good libido inhibitor; to a point.

Come the serving of the dinner, they insisted on playing my slaves; hand feeding me while I sat back like an overindulged Emperor; mind you, using their spare hand to touch me up under the table while plying me and themselves with water diluted wine.

I wasn’t innocent of sexually touching them up myself; but it was a lot harder to do subtly although, while Eve was dancing with someone else, I did manage to get a long enough go at fingering Liz to bring her to a very loincloth dampening climax.

But none of that was enough for them. Even the diluted wine was having a cumulative effect on them. And as they got drunker, they got boulder and randier.

I was dancing with Liz, close up with her grinding her crotch on my erection, when she announced…

“Let’s go outside and find a place for a fuck.”

She didn’t wait for an answer; taking my hand and leading me off the dance floor and out of the building. As we exited the door she looked over to the extensive lawn, poorly lit off to the right; pointing…

“Over there.”

We walked across the lawn to where a few bushes provided some cover; finding another couple already in the act behind the first one and then moving further up till another line of bushes provided a bit more privacy.

I could pretend I was an innocent victim of this; reluctantly surrendering to her needs. But I wasn’t. The fact was the girls’ mode of dress, their close dancing, an almost constant erection over the last half hour and more than enough wine had made me as randy as Liz was. As we chose our plot, we fell into each others arm and sunk, first to our knees, then out flat with Liz under me. This was going to be a quickie.

Liz pulled my erection from under my tunic and pulled her loincloth aside to start my penetration of her while I pulled aside the triangles covering her breasts and started sucking her right one. Liz signalled by lifting her legs that she wanted to move into the origami position, where she hooks her legs over my shoulders; almost doubling herself over. Once she had me partly penetrated, she signalled for me to thrust all the way in.

Once my erection was fully captured within her beautiful body, a certain primitive instinct took over. I just started pumping her. I’d like to say I was relying on her sexual receptiveness to find her own climax, given the position was friendly to that outcome. But the simple, sad fact was, in my alcohol induced state I was really just pleasuring myself; as overcome by the need for sex as Liz had been.

And as much as my few extra years of life gave me reservations about having sex in public that Liz seemed oblivious to, it was a wondrous sensation and for the moment, whatever reservations my brain had, my cock had overridden them. I pumped her for all I was worth; looking for the goldilocks zone of length and speed of thrust and angle of approach that felt the best.

More by good fortune than any nobility on my part, I sensed Liz working to a climax. A combination of the g spot and clit stimulation that the origami position offers, even with a randy, half drunk partner, was having its effect.

As she came, she tightened her grip on me, shortly after sending me into my grunt inducing climax too.

Fortunately we’d been quieter about our sex than we were at home. No one had come in our direction. Liz let most of my cum discharge itself into the grass as we straightened ourselves up; a somewhat sticky half erection being folded back into the loincloth I was wearing under the tunic and, I dare say, an additional stain being left on Liz’s loincloth; adding to the one my fingering of her had already put there.

We snuck back into the auditorium. Eve was still on the dance floor, but when she spotted us, she abandoned her dance partner and came over to us…

“My turn.”

She grabbed my hand and led me into the centre of the dancing mob. Alternatively grinding herself sensuously against me and moving out just enough to let her put on a sexually charged dancing display for me, after a while, she moved against me and asked…

“Did you just fuck Liz?”

“Yes.”

She didn’t enquire further, but her dancing became even more sexual; teasing me visually and touching me up physically when she danced close. And by touching me up, I don’t mean a hand around my cock. I mean manoeuvring her body against me in ways intended to arouse and seduce me; almost offering herself up to me.

I could tell Eve had a plan. I just wasn’t sure what it was. I even wondered if she’d have me fuck her on the dance floor.

The plan revealed itself when she whispered in my ear…

“Take me out and rape me.”

There was nothing whispered in my response.

“WHAT?”

“I’m your slave. Have your way with me and make me feel like you’re using me for sex.”

That was a slightly more reasonable way of putting it. It was the first inkling that Eve may have been the one who pushed for the slave routine and, as I discovered later, had a number of fetishes that went with it.

Eve had certainly got me randy again with all her dancing around me. The spirit was there, but there were practical problems. I could play act the role, but if Eve equally play acted the role of a resisting victim, either visually or vocally, there were no shortage of people around who would come to her assistance.

Eve continued to dance around and next to me; somewhat drunkenly but clearly wanting to sexually excite me and very much succeeding, but probably also deliberately setting the stage for her ‘abduction’. I thought about how I should play it; well aware I had only a limited time to do so if Eve wasn’t to get impatient with me.

I finally built up the courage to take the first steps. I took her hand and silently led her meaningfully off the dance floor and towards the door; leaving her stumblingly half — well, a little bit – drunkenly behind me.

I walked towards the bushes Liz and I had used a bit more than half an hour ago. But as I came around them, I could see in the moonlight the spot was already taken. A naked woman, stripped of her flimsy sheet which acted as a roman outfit and, I would have to add, with an incredibly cute arse — at least from the angle I was looking – was going at it in reverse missionary position; her widely spread legs letting me see the guy’s cock slipping in and out of her body at a fast pace.

Part captured by the sight, part by indecision as to the alternative, I froze there for the moment. Then looking up, I saw a tree twenty meters further back. Eventually tearing my eyes away from the couple on the ground, I led Eve back to it. In a way the tree solved my uncertainty of how to make this seem forced.

There was not enough cover to lie on the ground. So with a poorly acted attempt at making it look forced, I pushed Eve face first against the trunk of the tree. Then I undid the shoulder bows on her dress, stripping her down to the waist and lifted up the back of the dress to let me rip aside her loincloth.

Then I took my erection out — by this time quite hard and full, and penetrated her vagina with it. I took it slowly until I found her quite receptive, which let me penetrate her quickly and with a sense of urgency which might suggest control.

I’m not actually a big fan of either doggy style or rear approach. To me they lack intimacy; but I figured either were probably appropriate to Eve’s request.

I pushed myself firmly against her, and in the process, pushed her into the tree, as I started thrusting; immediately eliciting a series of moaning grunts from Eve.

This might be an imitation rape, but that didn’t mean either I or Eve thought she shouldn’t share the fun of it. While the thrusting seemed to be giving her pleasure, I doubled up by playing what was already her extended nipple with one hand and fingering her already wet and swollen clit with the other; thankful the tree had a smooth trunk, since my hands and forearm were now squeezed between her and the trunk.

I was surprised how quickly Eve came and alarmed by how loudly. It seemed the fantasy greatly increased her arousal and response; making me wonder what else she had in stall for me.

But now I was left madly thrusting into a girl already in the throes of a noisy orgasm which seemed to be indefinitely extended by my fucking of her. The problem was, however I changed my approach, I just couldn’t get the angle which would let me go from ‘that’s really nice’, to ‘I’m brewing up’, even though Eve’s grip on me was reasonably firm.

And the sense of concern and embarrassment that came from Eve’s moaning wasn’t helping. I considered faking it to let me bring it to an end; but knew Eve wold be pissed off with me if she twigged to it.

Figuring we were far enough away from the door and path to let me briefly get away with it, even in the moon light, I withdrew, pulled Eve away from the tree, pushed her face up on the ground and re-penetrated her. Then I went at her tooth and nail to bring myself to an orgasm as quickly as possible.

Eve seemed to enjoy the latter bit of it even more than the first part; moaning and grunting with every thrust, squirming under me as she pinned me down by the neck as I fucked her and then resisting my attempt to withdraw and get up with the same crushing hold as she kissed and pashed me like a demented woman.

I surrendered to her desires, suppressing my concerns and responding to her passion with my own until my cock went soft and Eve finally let me go.

As we stood up and straightened ourselves into something more appropriate to public viewing, it was almost impossible for Eve not to look ‘just fucked’. Her tunic now had a new and more substantial rip across the front, not far under her breasts where it seemed to have snagged on the tree and the back was green stained.

I asked her if she was ready to go home, but she declined.

But her appearance now drew guys like flies to her, even more so than before.

As the night went on, the crowd got drunker and the guys started to hit on the girls harder and with more determination. Some of them — and many of the girls too – were all but naked as their hastily made togas unravelled and fell off and some of them tried pretty hard to get the girls to strip too as they danced with them. And just about every one they danced with tried to get them to go home with him.

And Eve, with her torn dress and now dishevelled look, was hit on even harder and found it difficult not to have her breasts exposed; something she eventually gave up on defending.

At first they could easily take it in good spirits, even played to it, but there came a time well into the evening it ceased to be fun and they suggested we go home.

Goodness only knows what the taxi driver thought of his passengers. All I hope is he didn’t notice the girls holding my hands against their crotches as I fingered them nearly all the way home. As we were nearly there, I drew their heads into the centre and whispered their ears…

“OK, what did you have planned for when we get home?”

Eve had the answer ready, as if she was just waiting for the question…

“We’re your slaves and that includes your sex slaves. But maybe you might like to sexually torture us first; you know, playing with all the bits that guys like to play with before exhausting yourself with your own releases. Maybe driving us insane with multiple orgasms, even a bit of whipping for some sado-erotic pleasure. You might even find some racks and ropes set up in my room for your greater enjoyment to make sure we can’t escape.”

‘Hell’s bells’, I thought. How do I manage this? I’m as erotically deviant as any guy. The fact is I could think of several dozen scenarios I’d like to role play. But it’s late at night, we’re all a bit drunk and likely to crash soon enough. It’s Friday, so we can push the evening a bit, but nature and sleep are still going to catch up with us soon enough. And I was as randy as hell from all the physical and visual teasing they’ve given me, so a bit of sex was certainly high on my agenda.

Plus the whole idea of the role play is the outfits make the story gel. Once I take them off the girls, they’re just naked — somewhat drunken — girls again. If I strip them for a fucking, do I ask them to dress up again so we can play another game?

The girls had sat back up after my question, but Liz leaned into me again and added…

“Did I mention we’re your sex slaves for the weekend, not just tonight?”

Liz smiled at me as she slid her hand up my toga and wrapped it around the half erection she found in my loincloth; turning it into a full one.

My brain might have spent the trip home thinking about how to make best use of the cosplay once we got in the door. And I’m sure the girls had their ideas too.

But nature imposed different ideas.

Moderately drunk and with the three of us aroused as all hell, we’d barely got in the door when we were all over each other like rashes; kissing and groping. I was soon dragged — or maybe it was me doing the dragging, because my cock was certainly making known its ideas about what should happen — in Eve’s room where the three of us found ourselves by the side of her bed.

My toga coat had been dropped in the living room. Now the girls lifted my tunic over my head. Just as anxiously, I stripped them out of theirs and the three of us fell on the bed erotically writhing against each other; now only in our loincloths. One of them had pulled the crotch band of my loincloth aside to expose my erection and as the three of us pashed, I could feel at least one hand wrapped around it.

Eve forced a roll that put her on top of me, with Liz off to the side. Next thing I knew I was fully penetrated into her. She raised herself up into a reverse missionary position and started pumping me; her wobbling breasts dangling over my upper chest, directly in my line of vision.

Far from oblivious to Liz’s presence and needs next to me, I slid a hand inside her loincloth and started fingering her already very wet crease; at first just her clit, but soon penetrating her vagina with two fingers to rake her g spot.

For all the loudly grunting energy Eve was putting into pounding me, it was Liz who climaxed first; a sharp intake of breath, immediately followed by a loud groan and some significant squirting into the material of her loincloth signalling her orgasm. I left my fingers inside her, rubbing her g spot to prolong her orgasm and enjoy the feeling of her contractions, even as I lifted my head to suck Eve’s jutting nipples.

With Liz on what I might call on care and maintenance with a couple of fingers in her fanny, I started to put my own drunken, aroused, erotic efforts into responding to Eve’s sexual performance by lifting my hips up and thrusting hard from underneath in synchronisation with her own actions. Now she was riding me in a very literal sense; like she was on a runaway galloping horse; every throw of my hips casting her upper body momentarily off in some random direction as the base of my hard erection crashed against her vaginal opening and mushed itself against her clit; all as I somehow managed to keep her wildly swinging breast within my mouth and within reach of my tongue.

Eve was showing every sign of a girl possessed by an overwhelming erotic need which she was directing all her energy into satisfying. So it wasn’t really all that surprising that, when she went off, it was like a bomb exploded on top of me, leading with her vocalisation…

“OH…OH…FAAARRRRRRKKKK…AAAAAAAHHHHHHHhhhhhhhhh…aaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh…oooohhhhh…”

I lowered my hips and let her ride me in a way that gave her the best and longest lasting orgasm. She gripped me tightly, lowered her body onto me and crazily pounded me, bringing me it turn to a pretty good climax.

I don’t really have a good memory of what happened next.

I vaguely recall Eve just collapsing down on me and me enjoying my erection staying hard for a while after I came. After that nothing.

Not much really can have happened, because, as far as I can tell, between it already being the early hours of the morning and each of us being more than a bit tipsy, exhausted from the dancing and drained by the sex, we fell asleep. Who went first, I don’t know. I suspect it was Liz shortly after her orgasm. She certainly was the drunkest and had enjoyed the wildest night on the dance floor.

All I know is that, somewhere around first light, I woke up to a wet dream to find Eve still on top of me and that I’d was in the process of ejaculating into her with a well buried erection. I also found my fingers still buried in Liz’s snatch and that all three of our bodies were dripping wet with sweat in the warm night.

It had been a pretty nice wet dream too. One where I’d been frolicking in the shallow waters of a beautiful golden sand beach with the girls as they almost fought for the use of my erection; one managing to get me penetrated in themselves, only to have the other float me off them and start to use my erection for their own benefit.

With Eve on top of me, there wasn’t much I could or wanted to do. I lay there for a while before drifting off to sleep again.

The next time I woke it was far brighter and it was to find Liz with her covering the hand I had in her snatch using it to stimulate herself. As I came to my senses, I was aware Eve was still on top of me and I had an erection inside her. I looked to the side away from Liz and found there was some spare bed space. I whispered to Liz…

“Just a sec.”

Retrieving my hand from Liz’s sex, I ever so gently wrapped my arms around Eve and rolled her onto her side until I had her full weight on the bed. Then I withdrew my erection and turned towards Liz…

“Would you like me to do it properly?”

I slid my hand back inside Liz’s loincloth and started fingering her again as I sucked her nipple. She had already worked herself into a highly aroused state before I woke up, so she came remarkably quickly. As she did so, she signalled for me to quickly roll on top of her and penetrate her while her contractions were still continuing.

Then she signalled for me to start thrusting; gripping me much tighter than she usually did.

Not wanting to make an earthquake on the bed that would wake Eve, I simply lifted myself on outstretched arms to maximise the stimulation of looking down on Liz’s glorious breasts, then slowly thrust myself to another pretty good climax.

By now, sweat was pouring from all of our bodies; mine actually dripping down onto Liz as I fucked her and the sheets visibly wet under us. I figured it was time to get up. I withdrew from Liz…

“I think it might be time to get up.”

“I’ll come too.”

As I got out of the bed, I tucked my half mongrel of a residual erection back into the loincloth, watching as Liz followed me, straightening up her own very stained and wet loincloth to sit properly, and very sexily suggestively through her crotch.

I said to Liz…

“I think I might have a shower. I’m a mess.”

“No, not yet. Sit at the bench master and I’ll get your breakfast. Don’t forget, we’re still your slaves.”

I did as I was told. I figured they almost certainly had a plan and it was in my interest to obey my slave; however contradictory that was. Anyway, sitting watching Liz fluff around the kitchen as she got my breakfast ready was a delight in itself.

There was something very sexually suggestive about the loincloth. At the back, the soft cloth was drawn entirely into her bum crack while the hanging part of it dangled loosely by itself, but moving aside enough as she walked around to offer a generous display of her glorious butt. Plus the painted on whip marks had a strange sexual frission of their own.

The front was even more spectacular. Without any leg elastic to draw it tautly traversily across her crotch, instead, as she hitched her waist band up, it pulled the cloth into every nook and crevasse of her crease. A camel toe maybe, but unlike one I’d ever seen before.

Placing eggs on toast and a cup of coffee in front of me, Liz sat opposite me to watch me as I ate; her naked breasts a significant, if pleasurable, distraction…

“What do you remember of last night after we got onto the bed?”

“After you fingered me, not much.”

“Did you wake up during the night?”

“Not until I woke up this morning and found your fingers still in me. That was a rather unique awakening. It might explain some weird dreams I had. How come you weren’t tossing and turning? Anyhow, what about you? What do you remember?”

“Of last night, after all the sex, not much more than you. I must have fallen asleep soon after my own orgasm. Then I woke to a wet dream around dawn to find that Eve was still positioned on top of me and already set up to take the cum shot so to speak. Then I drifted off to sleep again until you woke me.”

I heard Eve behind me walking into the room. Liz looked up…

“The master wants his bath.”

Bath? Bath? Well, the bathroom does have a bath of sorts. It’s actually one of the corner spa baths installed by some overindulgent former owner as the catching base for the shower. But we’ve never used it. It’s never really cold enough to want to luxuriate in a hot bath and it takes way more water than we normally want to pay for; at least on any regular basis.

I looked around to follow Eve with my eyes as she headed towards the bathroom dressed in her slave girl outfit from last night.

I heard the bath running in as I finished my breakfast, continuing to be distracted and a little aroused by Liz’s breasts.

As I finished breakfast, Liz moved the plate and cup across to the sink…

“Well master, I think your bath will be ready.”

Liz came around the bench and offered me a hand as I stood up, then standing back and indicating with a wave of her arm, it was appropriate for me to go first and her to follow. Mind you, with the much better view I would have had if I followed Liz, that might not have been the way I would have organised it.

Eve was sitting on the edge of the bath as I entered the room. Standing up, she knelt in front of me and pulled down my loincloth before offering me a guiding hand as I stepped into the bath and lay down along the longest edge of it; finding a comfortable headrest in the moulded edge.

Eve had been generous with the water. With my body immersed in it, it rose to cover almost everything below my upper chest. The tepid water was ideal for the day and the mood. I could almost feel it absorbing the sweat from my body

With their loincloths still on, Liz and Eve both stepped into the bath with me; kneeling or squatting in a rather cramped way into the remaining triangle of the bath’s shape and in the process their displacement causing the water level to rise nearly to the rim. While they were packed closely together, as far as positioning went, Liz was up my top end while Eve was down the bottom end.

Ignoring for a moment the erection very obviously bisecting my lower stomach, the girls picked up cloths and soap and, starting from each end, went to work on very thoroughly washing my body. Obviously it was Liz that had my attention; especially as she dangled her breasts over my face as she put a hand behind my head and induced me to slide it off the edge of the bath and into the water, supporting it so my eyes were just clear. In that position she washed my hair and face; her breasts almost resting on my lips.

Retuning my head to the edge of the bath, she straddled me; managing, with just a little flick of her hand to slip the tip of my erection inside her loincloth and into her vaginal opening, only then having to slide slowly down my body to penetrate herself with it.

Gripping it very lightly, she then bounced up and down on it as she scrubbed my skin from my chest, right down to where her pubis rested on my lower stomach, just above the base of my shaft. I could feel that Eve had slowed down her cleaning, not yet above my knees by the time Liz had finished. The reason why became more obvious as Liz dismounted me and Eve, facing towards my feet, took her turn on my shaft; her attempt at mounting being somewhat more deliberate and clumsy than Liz’s; partly because she got it hooked up on her loincloth, partly because my shaft had to be bent up quite a lot to penetrate her in the reverse cowgirl position.

As Liz moved back next to my chest and extended her hand under me to scrub my back, Eve kept working her way up my legs; very slowly.

It gave me quite a different view to the breast focus that Liz’s activities had provided. Liz had me in a fully penetrated position; the amount of her rise and fall as she scrubbed me fairly minimal. Eve now had me only half penetrated and was moving up and down a lot more.

I could feel the tip of my erection, muscularly fighting to restore itself to the vertical position along my stomach, heavily raking her vaginal wall.

It was a rather attractive view of her butt that it offered me; and Liz and Eve have the two most beautiful butts I’ve ever seen; even better than that of the girl I watched screwing her partner last night.

Clearly Eve was getting quite a bit of enjoyment from what she was doing. I could see her trying to fine tune the positioning of the tip of my shaft. Stopping, adjusting the height and then starting again with a narrower range of movement, she was clearly targeting a point inside her that was giving her pleasure, which seemed to be at a point of relatively shallow penetration.

Through all this, the girls had been relatively silent; playing the game of the subservient, going about their duties and not speaking to their superior, leaving me to quietly enjoy their pampering of my body. I was content to play the game too.

I wondered whether Eve went a bit off script when she maybe got herself a bit too excited, dropping the pretext of cleaning me as, having found a spot that highly stimulated her, she stopped cleaning me and rode me to her climax, a nice one, judging by her actions and noises, but not so overwhelming as to stop her from picking up the game where she departed from it once her contractions had finished playing against my shaft.

After she had cleaned up to my balls, she too dismounted me, leaving both girls kneeling beside me again with, in a way that didn’t entirely surprise me, their focus firmly on my erection.

Both of them took a turn of cleaning its length with a cloth then, Liz having finished her turn with the cloth, simply bent over it and took half its length into her mouth. Bringing her tongue and lips firmly against it, she thrust in into and from her mouth roughly three times.

‘Roughly three times’ might sound like a strange description for a small number. The thing was, I could tell she was trying to deep throat me, but was having trouble with the sideways presentation of my shaft. She attempted a couple of time to, what you might call, bounce it deeper, but in the end, had to settle for about a two thirds depth of penetration. So I’m not counting the bounces as thrusts.

After the three, she released it and immediately Eve bent over it to take her turn. She too quickly worked out it was the wrong angle for full deep throating so also settled for a two thirds penetration. After three thrusts, she too stopped and handed it back to Liz.

With two beautiful women taking turns giving me head, I simply closed my eyes and enjoyed it; relaxing in the embrace of the bath water and surrendering to a certain tiredness from our short sleep. I didn’t actually fall asleep, but did find myself slipping in and out of a sort of semi-conscious state of deep, blissful relaxation; just awake enough I could fully enjoy the stimulation of my manhood.

It took a while for it to start brewing up. I hope not so long that the girls found it tedious; although, in my blissful state, it wasn’t something I was focused on. With my eyes closed, I’d lost track of which girl was fellating me; it was like I was just there to enjoy it, whichever one of them it was.

When it did start to brew up, I just sunk deeper into my blissful state. My breathing, which became quite heavy, probably gave the girls some indication of what was happening, but that’s all.

It would only have been my moans that alerted them to the fact I was about to erupt; because while I would normally vocally warn them, I was simply too deeply in my meditative state to do it this time. It was a little bit naughty; although they’ve chosen to take a mouth shot and swallow before, so I knew it wasn’t an outrage.

That first ecstatic rush of cum up my shaft and the pulse of pure pleasure that accompanied it was mind blowing. I lay there, my eyes still closed, as rope after rope of cum got ejaculated into one of the girl’s mouth. Then I continued to lie there as whoever it was cleaned it up with a good licking.

It was only then I opened my eyes to see it was Eve; still focused on finishing the job as Liz looked on. I waited until Eve had finally satisfied herself the job was done and both the girls looked up at me as I stretch out languorously…

“Well ladies, that was delightful. But I think it’s time you both washed too. Take your loincloths off and, well, I suppose you’d call it, make out with each other as you clean the other. I’ll just sit in the corner there and watch.”

The girls looked at me and then at each other. It might have been a look of incredulousness, like I’d hit them with something they hadn’t expected when they spoke of this weekend being some sort of roman orgy. I couldn’t be sure and wondered for a moment if I might have exceeded my authority and the order should be retracted. Then they looked at each other and grinned. Lis turned back towards me…

“Yes master.”

The three of us circled the triangle of the bath, me moving into the corner forming the apex of the triangle while the girls laid themselves down, facing each other, along the long side which formed the base of the triangle where I’d previously been.

I watched as they each started to strip the loincloth off the other. It was easy enough for them to pull it down as far as their lower thigh. But floating as they were on their side facing each other in the tight confines of the bath, they had trouble taking them off completely. I leaned forward to help them; easily pulling them right off their legs as I kissed Eve — nearest me – on the cheek of her butt.

Interlocking their legs, the girls started scrubbing the back of the other. They had a brief attempt at trying to kiss, but worked out they weren’t yet ready for that – yet. Instead they started to rub themselves on the thigh of the other between their legs.

Initially each set their own, not very fast, pace; rubbing against the thigh of the other. But they soon got in synchronisation and picked up the pace to a more moderate one; eventually discarding the wash cloths they were using and playing with the other’s nipples too.

As they got more excited, they got less inhibited; pushing their bodies closer to each other and falling into a tight embrace. Liz seemed to be the less inhibited, eventually curling her back so that she could bend in and suck Eve’s nipples.

I had always wondered why guys got off on watching girls make out together like this. But the massive erection in my lap said it all. Just the sight of them naked is enough to do that, but seeing their stunning, aroused, bodies in the process of working themselves up to an orgasmic frenzy was enough to make my balls boil.

I actually felt an urge to separate them and fuck one of them — if not both – myself. But I dare say, as this day of playing master/slave progressed, and the cum count was already at a new record, there’d be plenty of time for that.

Liz also came first. Moaning loudly enough to leave no uncertainty about that fact, I could see her tense herself around Eve’s thigh as Eve kept rubbing herself on Liz’s. Liz’s participation after that was a little less intense; but it didn’t matter. Eve was the one doing all the work on Liz’s thigh to shortly thereafter find her own climax.

As she did so, Liz rolled onto her back; floating with a vacant, tired look on her face. Eve as she finished, rolled towards me, wrapping herself around my lower legs and reaching out to fondle the erection that watching them had generated.

The bath had been rather refreshing after the sweaty night of dancing and love making. It was just what was needed. Had I been alone I might have sunk back down into the water and enjoyed it some more. Indeed, it occurred to me that as the master of the slaves, I was quite entitled to do just that; even sending the girls off for their breakfast while I did so in privacy and peace.

Not sure where this was meant to be going, but a bit cramped in what was now my corner of the bath, I suggested…

“Well ladies, is it time to get out of the bath and feed you two?”

Eve looked up at me, doe eyed as Liz rolled towards me…

“Yes master. That seems very appropriate.”

One at a time, the girls got out of the bath. I moved back to the long side of it and relaxed back into the water as I watched the girls dry themselves; taking their time about it. As they finished, they hung their towels on the drying rack and Liz lifted mine off…

“Are you ready master?”

Eve offered me a hand, which I took as I stood up and out of the bath. As I’d anticipated, the girls had me stand upright as they went about drying me; Liz with the towel on the rack, Eve with a new one from the cupboard.

Their drying of me was nearly as sexualised as their washing had been; simply lacking actual penetration, but certainly involving much handling of my erection and a significant amount of pushing their bodies against me.

But with that finished they produced a fresh loincloth from the cupboard and had me step into it; tucking the erection, their playing with me had brought on, into the stretched cloth. It was at that moment I realised just how much foreplaning had gone into this.

I wondered what else was on their multiday agenda.

There were fresh loincloths for them too; made of the same dirty brown stained Lycra as the original ones.

Squeezing the water out of their previously worn ones, and rinsing mine in the bath too, they hung them up to dry before leading me out of the bathroom.

As we exited, they slipped into Eve’s bedroom and came out wearing the body conforming, ripped, tattered, slit sided mini dresses they’d worn last night. Eve asked…

“Would master like his tunic and toga?”

I wasn’t sure if there was a right answer for that as far as the girls were concerned. But the morning was already warm and, refreshed from the bath, I wasn’t that keen to have another layer of clothes. I figured they’d tell me if I transgressed the rules of the game…

“I’m good for now.”

I was directed to a lounge chair where I could watch the girls prepare and have their breakfast, and Eve put my IPad in my hand…

“Perhaps master would like to catch up with the news.”

Sitting and working where they knew I’d have a good view of them as I scanned the news feed, they intended their presence to be entertaining. It made me realise, in my now sober state, just how cheeky and revealing their outfits had been; enough to make me wonder just how many photographs of them had been taken last night.

From the side, the open slit hem of the dress exposed their thigh all the way up to where the band holding their loincloths up rested on their waist. But probably more distracting was the way the stretchy, thin material of the dress was drawn tightly in under their breasts; almost exaggerating their already generous size and their perky conical shape and highlighting the nipples melded into the point of them, while teasing even more with the side boob display.

From the front, it was the deep cleavage display that drew the eye although the way the girls had created a distressed look with the slits and rips made for an interesting study.

From the back, the tight fit of the dresses and the way the hem slits opened up around their hips, highlighted their slim but womanly figures and the absolute cuteness of their butts while the whipping tears and the underlying red marks on their skin created a strange sexual frission. Whatever paint they’d used to create blood marks on their backs had completely survived all of the evening’s entertainment, the night’s sleep and sex and the morning’s bath reasonably intact.

I’ve spent years living with attractive women prancing around in little bikinis, if that. I was not with them in the habit of living with them in what feels like a state of near perpetual arousal. I’m not sure why the girls are different. Yes, they push the boundaries more, but really, if I can have a girlfriend walk past me completely naked and not automatically get a boner, why do this pair have such a more erotic impact?

Yes, they’re stunningly beautiful and there is something highly sexualised about their bodies; by which I mean the size of their breasts relative to their slim figures, their very erotic nipples and their bulging, crease displaying mons.

But my previous girlfriends were pretty attractive too.

The best I can figure is that the difference is that the girls engage as they do with sexual intent. They are targeting my arousal in a way the others weren’t; very often with an intention to use it.

Regardless, I had a half mongrel lying between my legs, stretching out the material of my loincloth as I half read the news and half watched their sexualised displays.

As they finished their breakfast, they disappeared down the corridor that led to Liz’s room. Figuring they needed a break from the cosplay, I went back to reading the news; at least until Eve emerged and presented herself in front of me after a brief break…

“I have prepared the slave Liz for her flogging in punishment for her insubordination on Thursday.”

I looked up at Eve. She was holding the whip which was part of my outfit the previous night and I could see she was holding back a grin…

“And I’m the one meant to be doing the flogging?”

“Yes Master. 20 lashes.”

“So I should follow you?”

“Yes master.”

I stood up, the half mongrel that had previously settled now starting to reform in my loincloth. I had to wonder how this would work.

Eve led me to the door to her room where it had been jammed slightly ajar and a rope extended from the handle over the top. We had to turn sideways to slide through the narrow opening. When we entered the room, I found Liz pressed against the other side of the door with her back to me.

Her hands were tied to either end of a wooden bar, which in turn was held above her head by the rope which extended over the door. Her feet were similarly tied to a wooden bar, spreading them widely apart. Her long blonde hair had been swept across her left shoulder so it hung down the front of her.

“Shall I remind master of the correct technique?”

“If you would be so kind.”

Eve stood about a meter and a half back from Liz, pulled her arm right back and delivered a fast, almost vicious stroke of the knotted strands of the whip across Liz’s back. Pre-smeared with some red substance, the whip left red streaks across the back of her tunic and something of a splatter of red dots on the wall, door and floor on the side of the approach of the whip…

“Don’t worry master. We have ensured the blood is easily removable from the walls and tiled floor.”

Liz had remained silent, but I had noticed her butt cheeks tighten as the whip struck her, so I asked Eve…

“And that is what is required to have the desired effect?”

I knew I was speaking in code. Obviously the desired effect was one that contributed to the game, without hurting the victim more than she wanted to be hurt. I suspected this game was one that had to be played properly, if the girls wanted it played at all. As much as hurting them was anathema to me, I knew them well enough that too light a ‘tap’ with the whip would detract from whatever pleasure they sought from the role play.

But I also knew that the strands of the whip were fairly soft and even the knots at the end had a lot of give in them. I doubted, whatever I did, they would deliver any more than a slight sting and that mainly because they were wet with the imitation blood.

Eve handed me the whip…

“Master may consider it would be more effective if you undid the bows on her shoulders holding up the tunic and stripped her to her waist.”

I had come to accept these suggestions were more in the nature of rules that must be obeyed to play the game as they wanted it. I stepped forward, pulled the bow strings on her shoulder and used my hand to slide the material into a bunched circle at her waist, where it was held up by the belt she was wearing. I’d made a point of caressing her breasts — feeling her nipples harden to my touch – and her back, as I’d pulled it down.

Stepping back to where Eve had been standing, I took my first swing at Liz.

Once again her butt tightened, but she made no noise. But the stroke left a long smear of red across her back. Eve counted…

“One.”

I turned to ask Eve…

“Is there a safe word?”

“I doubt we’ll need it, but it can be “grey””

The flogging continued. I was a bit embarrassed that my half mongrel had turned into a full erection — plainly visible to Eve. The reality was that the situation was much more nuanced than that, but I was not pleased that it might be thought I was getting excited by hurting Liz.

Her butt continued to tense with every stroke, then her back could be seen tightening too. Then after about the tenth one she let out a moan; one that was ambiguous as to whether it was of pleasure or pain.

Liz’s back was now covered in red streaks; which continued to multiply until they completely covered her back as the final ten lashes were delivered. Liz’s moans had continued; maybe getting a little louder and certainly more prolonged, with me having to wait longer between strokes until the moan from the previous one had stopped and her body relaxed again.

As the twenty lashes were finished, I turned to Eve, wondering what would follow. I passed her the whip…

“Thank you master. I presume you will finish with the usual fucking of her while she’s still on the rack?”

I had suspected that would be the end play. It may have contributed to the erection I’d been displaying since the start of the game…

“If that’s appropriate.”

“Yes master.”

Short though it was, there was something in the way Eve spoke that tweaked a suspicion. It had been in her suggestion I fuck Liz too but I hadn’t been sufficiently alerted to it to pick it up; probably because I was more focused on what was happening with Liz.

It is hard to describe its nuance. It had undertones of trance like, zombie like and even evil. But actually what I really thought was she was sounding like she was really aroused and trying contain herself.

I looked at her again as she stood there waiting for me to fuck Liz.

Her pupils were heavily dilated as she stared at Liz. Her face was flushed and her stance quite tense. Of itself, none of those things could really be used to conclude anything.

But the icing on the cake were her nipples. They were jutting out the stretchy material of her tunic like I’d spent ten minutes sucking them. The raised, triangular base of her swollen areola was a plinth on which projected long, thick and clearly very hard nipples.

I had wondered at this whipping game. Wondered who was getting turned on by it and how. I was a willing participant, but a little indifferent to it. I certainly got no enjoyment from hurting the girls, but figured if they wanted a bit of kinky foreplay I was willing to give it to them.

As I was about to fuck Liz, I would find out soon enough whether it was in fact mere foreplay for her. But it was clear that being a watcher of all this was a massive turn on for Eve. It may even have been the main driving force of the game. After all, Eve’s nipples certainly project when she’s aroused; but nothing anything like that, or at least not until I actually do suck them. Some powerful force was at play within her.

As my next step, I was more tempted to finger and nipple play Eve to an orgasm than to fuck Liz. But it occurred to me that watching Liz get fucked as the final step in this game may well have been the intended climax of it — in a very literal sense.

I stepped towards Liz’s back as I unsheathed my erection out the side of the loincloth. Lifting the back flap of her tunic, I found her naked underneath. Using my hand, I positioned the tip of my cock in her vaginal opening; uncertain as to what state of penetrative readiness I’d find her in.

I’d call it reasonably aroused. She was moist, almost to the point of being wet. The first half of my cock went in easily. After that, I jerked slowly and pushed gently, feeling her body progressively but quickly open up to me until I was fully penetrated in her. Then I pulled her butt back as much as her bindings would permit; recognising any bending I could induce in her hips would increase the stimulation of her g spot.

With one hand wrapped around her waist I touched up her clit, finding it already swollen. The other also found her nipple jutting; although nothing like Eve’s.

Thinking I was as much putting on a show for Eve as I was stimulating Liz, I sort of went to town on Liz. Somewhat exaggerated thrusting, with plenty of bum movement from me, combined with enthuastic stimulation of her nipple and clit.

While its lack of face to face intimacy means none of us are fans of the doggy presentation, whether bent over or standing, I did recognise its potential for g spot stimulation. That, Liz’s already aroused state and the knowledge of how sensitive both the girls nipples are — able to give them orgasms by themselves — gave me a reasonable confidence Liz could be brought to a fairly quick orgasm.

In that I wasn’t wrong. With a moan, she soon collapsed down on the ropes holding her up as her thighs tightened and her contractions pummelled my cock.

I wondered if I should save my erection to turn around and fuck Eve, but figured she had a longer game to play.

Instead I put on an exaggerated display for Eve’s viewing of me pounding Liz; exaggerated mainly in the sense my external bum movements were way more extreme than my actual thrusts into Liz. I made sure to accompany it with grunts and moans that reflected the display.

As I filled Liz’s womanhood with my cum, I could swear I could hear an aroused moan from Eve that broke through the loud grunt I intentionally made.

Even as I was still penetrated in Liz, I turned to Eve. She was standing slightly bent over, cross legged, her thighs tightly together, her crotch covered by her hand. Her face was tight and serious looking, in a sort of pre-orgasmic way, with her eyes semi closed.

I thought she might have been fingering herself, but her hand was still; more like it was trying to contain something that wanted to get out.

I withdrew from Liz and, with my still large and swollen, half mongrel, dripping, cock dangling between my legs closed the distance to Eve. Her eyes followed me; boring into me with their intense stare as she continued to stand there in a frozen state.

When I reached her, I pulled aside the flimsy material covering her left breast and bent down to suck its jutting nipple as I slid my hand under the split of her tunic, sliding it towards her mons. The extended nipple felt wondrous in my mouth as I flicked my tongue across it. And as my hand reached the point where Eve’s hand firmly pressed the material of her tunic into her crotch, she released the pressure, allowing my fingers access to her vulva.

I slid my fingers through her crease. It was wet, really wet and her vagina was open enough that my fingers easily momentarily penetrated it. But that wasn’t my target. Her clit was engorged and firm.

As I brushed it with my finger, Eve released a moan of previously contained pleasure. I had only been rubbing it for half a minute before she loudly came, almost immediately sinking to the floor where she rolled up into a foetal position, her hands back between her legs where she continued to moan as she rolled about on the floor.

I stood there, watching her for a moment. I’d never seen a display like that before. Nothing remotely like it. I wasn’t even sure what to do; more so since Liz continued to hang by her arms on the rack.

The girls were surprising me as they explored their fetishes; and there seemed to be no shortage of them. But what surprised me about this one was that Eve’s reaction had been purely to visual stimulation; at least until my fingers finished the job.

I wasn’t used to this and didn’t quite know how to handle it. My previous girlfriends had displayed no such fetishes — at least none that I knew about. And my worst one was — and still is — seeing them in bikinis. And as for Eve’s rolling about on the floor demonstration of orgasmic reaction? Hell, what is a man supposed to do in response to that? Physically flatten her out on the floor and fuck her some more? The thought occurred to me. But I had a flaccid cock and more than a little hesitation about doing something that might in retrospect seem forced.

I didn’t doubt that, in good time, I would be told about any errors in my judgements so I’d know better for next time.

I suspected this game wasn’t finished yet, so after some hesitation, I thought it best to simply play the master. Just before slipping out of the room, I instructed the girls…

“Eve you can cut Liz down when you’re finished on the floor and I assume you girls will clean up the mess.”

Tucking my cock back into my loincloth, I retreated back to the lounge room where I sat on the lounge, reading one of my Uni books, waiting for the next chapter of this drama. It didn’t take long in coming, as Liz entered the lounge room about fifteen minutes later…

“Eve is prepared for her flogging.”

I looked up at Liz. She was dressed back in her slave tunic and grinning at me perhaps in a way inconsistent with the game but which never the less reassured me they were enjoying it. I had come to suspect that Eve was more the driving force behind this particular game and as a result was the better actor in it.

“Thank you Liz. I’ll follow you through to the flogging room.”

Given the way the tunic highlights her cute butt, who wouldn’t want her to walk ahead of you. More so as I came to conclude she was still commando under the tunic.

When we entered the room, the set up was the same as it was for Liz’s flogging, except Eve was stark naked. But at least the room had been cleaned up, so the spray of red pretend blood that the flogging would cause was starting afresh.

When Liz handed me the whip, it was evident it had been repermeated with the red artificial blood substitute too.

I walked up to the side of Eve as if examining my next victim. And in a way I was; mainly to confirm my suspicion, initially gained as I’d looked between her spread apart legs, she was already aroused, even though I hadn’t started. The jutting nipples on an already steamily warm morning said it all. Eve was clearly deeply into this game.

As I went back to the position where I’d be flogging her, Liz ‘reminded’ me…

“You may recall master that some strikes across her bottom is a very effective way of whipping this one.”

The girls had obviously pre-worked a code for telling me what they wanted. ‘Effective’ in a real whipping sense would mean painful and punishing. But clearly, in this game, it just as easily substitutes for arousing or whatever the pleasurable part of this game seems to have on them.

Unstated was the ratio of back to bottom. ‘Some’ meant not all. I decided two on the back to every one on the bottom seemed like a good ratio.

From the first strike, Eve put on a vocal demonstration with every pass of the whip. It wasn’t entirely clear to me whether she was imitating pain or exaggerating sexual excitement. It was a sort of ‘ooohhhh’ delivered in a sufficiently sultry voice that I strongly suspected the latter.

And the strikes across her bottom always received the loudest reactions.

It turns out I was at least half right in my suspicion. It was sexual, but it soon became obvious it wasn’t exaggerated.

After the eighth stroke, she cried out in a very sexual way as her body tensed, dropped down to where she was hanging by the ropes holding her arms up and she squirmed about in that half squatting position, moaning noisily.

I knew her routine well enough by now to recognise she was having an orgasm.

‘Come on’, was my first mental reaction. People don’t have orgasms this way. Well, it turned out some do. Especially those with strong fetish inclinations. And with the sexual inclinations they’ve inherited from their mother, clearly fetishness was part of it.

I waited until she stood back up before whipping her again. It seemed like every second or third stroke either instigated another orgasm or reactivated the previous one; especially those on her bottom.

We eventually got through the 20 strokes, leaving her once again hanging from the arm ties, moaning in a semi squatting position.

Predictably, especially knowing what my final role would be, I was aroused by all of this. Very aroused. Not supercock level arousal, but certainly ready for action.

As she stood near me, Liz had spent half the time I was whipping Eve staring at the erection pushing up the material of my loincloth to well over my waistband and nearly up to my navel. It seemed to have as much fascination for her as seeing an erection in the swim briefs the girls make me wear; and that’s quite a lot of fascination. And it was more than enough to distract her from being fixated watching Eve’s machinations as she was whipped.

Eve was putting on a prolonged display of orgasm as she hung from the rope, leaving me wondering whether to wait or simply pull her to her feet to fuck her. Liz gave me a cast of her eyes towards Eve that strongly suggested I should get on with it.

Once again pulling my erection out the side of my loincloth, I grabbed Eve from under her breasts and pulled her to a semi standing position, bending her at her hips as much as her bindings would allow.

Even as her body let me easily penetrated her, I could feel powerful contractions surging through her vagina.

Her moans got louder as I started slowly thrusting. Slowly because it let me feel the contractions which continued to wrack her body while letting me guide my erection in a way that maximised my enjoyment of every thrust.

Given her state, I decided against stimulating her clit as I had with Liz, instead tweaking both her nipples with the fingers of the hands that were, at the same time, stopping her from collapsing back into a squatting position.

The girls have put on some impressive sexual displays, but I had never seen a woman in this state before, nor even knew that it was possible.

It was clear that my thrusts were simply piling on to Eve whatever physical or mental stimulations had initially triggered her state of continuous orgasms in the first place. With her body constrained by her bindings, her reactions were largely vocal; reinforced by the tensing and quivering of her hips and those contractions that just didn’t seem to stop.

My feeling were something between a fear of going too far and just wanting to get it over with while at the same time feeling a heightened arousal by the intensity of it all.

At least she was gripping me fairly firmly; which meant every thrust gave me a shot of pleasure that brought me a little bit closer to my own climax. As the tendrils of pleasure from my thrusts started to fill up my shaft, I started to thrust faster. It turned Eve’s behaviour into an almost apoplexy of orgasmic reaction which reached a peak as I grunted my own enjoyment while pulse after pulse of my climax filled her with my cum; or so much as I was able to deliver after the insane past 14 hours.

When I’d finished, I didn’t dare just release her to swing from her arm bindings again. Instead I supported her with one hand across her breasts while I undid the arm bindings with the other. Because I was still penetrated in her, my erection was forced to bend and pop out of her as I eased her slowly to the floor.

Once there, she curled up in a foetal position again, put a hand between her legs and kept moaning.

I looked at Liz; both of us a bit bewildered by the performance…

“Well, I might leave you to tidy up this one.”

There was a sexual frisson to be had in watching Eve’s, what almost seemed like, sexual torture. But it was accompanied by guilt and discomfort. Until I could talk to her and find out what was really going on, I was not comfortable with watching it.

Tucking my dangling, dripping, half mongrel into my loincloth, I left the room and went back to my book.

They both came out about 20 minutes later, dressed back in their tunics and, from the glimpses I got, still commando. Plus Eve’s tunic now had a vertical tear in the triangle covering the left breast, meaning that the breast completely exposed itself as it projected out between the two sides of the tear.

Liz asked…

“Would master like some lunch?”

“Yes please Liz.”

As they both turned back to the kitchen area, I added…

“Eve, would you come here please?”

As she turned back to me, I directed her to sit down next to me…

“Was what I watched in there real?”

“What?”

“You climaxing to being whipped and what seemed to me like some rolling orgasmic experience even well after we’d finished.”

Eve looked at me blankly for a moment, as if pondering how to reply…

“I’ve always wanted to try a bit of light hearted and playful BDSM, mixed with a bit of cos-play. Yes it was real. It was remarkably stimulating just playing the game; although anticipation of the finish might have had some impact too. And when you finished by fucking me, it took me into a level of stimulation I’ve never been before. It was pretty incredible really. It sort of makes me want more.”

“What about Liz? Is she into it too?”

“Completely. She just doesn’t seem to respond quite as strongly as I do.”

“Did the whip actually hurt?”

“When you did it right, it stung a little. We knew that. We’d tried it as we were making it, to get the right result.”

“And that turned you on?”

Eve looked at me as if I was an idiot…

“Yes.”

A thousand questions entered my mind, but I figured for the time being that was enough. As it was, I’d broken the cos-play just by interrogating her like I had.

The weekend showed every sign of being a strange one. With my last girlfriend, when we went on holidays, it was always a bit of an internal challenge to see how much sex we could have in one day. But her sex drive was nothing like the girls. We only ever got to three, and that was pushing my luck.

With two girls with a hungry sexual appetite, I’d already lost count of how many orgasms I’d had since last night. Ten as best I can remember. And the day was barely started. I could only wonder what was ahead. Lucky I’m still young enough to get it up again when I have too.

I simply watched as Eve went to help Liz with Lunch; her breast dangling out of her tunic and her bottom wiggling in a way I know she meant for me to drool over.

Was I sated yet? If you mean in a way that would have me beg…’please, no more’…definitely not. I wondered if there was a world record for this.