Chapter 3

As the foursome ate breakfast in the cafeteria that morning, Bruce told them about a beachfront home his family had in Florida. His parents were “snowbirds,” spending the winters in Florida and their summers in Pennsylvania. They’d have the house to themselves, Bruce said. They made immediate plans to include a month together in their summer plans.

And that’s how they spent the last three weeks before the next school term. The four of them met at the house, stripped naked, and began an almost non-stop series of fucks, stopping only to shop, eat, sleep, and swim at the beach. When she was at the beach, Ashley wore the bikini she’d just bought, a few square inches of strategically placed fabric, supported by strings that were knotted into bows. The unlined fabric was stretchy enough to show her bulging nipples and her labial cleft. Erik was first to see it on her, and the first to take it off her, the first day there.

But during the weekday sunrises, there were so few people on the beach that the four of them would sometimes leave their swimwear in the house and frolic naked in the warm water. And in the evening, after the heat of the day had broken, they’d take beach towels out with them and use the cloak of darkness to hide their nude fucking on the warm sand.

For their fuck on their first night, Ashley lay on her back on the king-size bed in the master bedroom, with Erik pounding her cunt while Sue and Bruce were at her breasts, sucking and squeezing her nipples. After Erik came in her, Sue and Ashley would switch places, and Bruce would be the one balling Sue while Ashley and Erik made love to her nipples until they were as hard as Bruce’s cock.

Then they paired off, and Ashley and Bruce took the bed while Erik and Sue used the fold-out queen-size sofa bed in the living room.

The next morning, Ashley woke up to find Bruce gone. When she went into the kitchen to make breakfast, she found him there watching Erik and Sue making love on the sofa-bed in the main room. Ashley had seen a donut-shaped “sex toy for men” at the college bookstore, and now she discovered how it was used. Erik had slipped it onto his hard dick before he coupled with Sue, and it allowed him to plunge into her as deeply as he could without bottoming out at her cervix. For the first time, he could jack-hammer her to her heart’s content, his balls bouncing freely.

When they were finished, Erik slipped the donut off and let Ashley examine it, and she saw that the surface had bumps to excite the woman’s clitoris. The distance from the center hole to the bumps varied from very close to over two inches away, and she realized that it could be rotated on the cock so that the desired spacing could be found to match the distance from her vagina to her clitoris. “Can you use that on me after breakfast?” she asked him. He nodded his assent, and the four of them ate their breakfast slowly, to give Erik time to get hard again. When it was over, Ashley went to Erik and said, “Give me the donut treatment!”

“Which bed?”

“I put dibs on the king-size!” she said. They swiftly took care of their morning ablutions, and paired off, with Erik giving the “donut treatment” to an eager Ashley on the king-size bed while Sue noisily fucked Bruce cow-girl style on the sofa-bed. Ashley rotated the donut until she found the perfect setting for her clitoris. The result was a great way to achieve the first of her many orgasms that day.

The first week they were there, Sue’s friend Rita told them that two people were moving out of the house they had near campus. The old farmhouse, called the Love House by its residents, had five bedrooms, which were rented out to students who had been members of the Sex Club. Rita had put in a good word for Ashley and Sue, and if they didn’t want to live in the dorm next year, they had dibs on the two vacant rooms. Their first month’s rent was sent out that very day. They celebrated with two bottles of champagne and a marathon fuck session that lasted until morning.

When they had a swim in the nude at sunrise, they saw a man walking his dog. He smiled, shucked his shorts, and joined them, and Ashley expertly jacked him off in the water, his sperm jetting onto her stomach and then washing away in the next wave. He thanked them, put his shorts back on, and then continued his walk with the dog. The swim was followed by breakfast and a last pairing off and fuck before they dozed off and caught up on their sleep.

And when school came back into session in the fall, she resolved to screw every boy in the Sex Club at least once, along with all the other men who’d taken the course in previous years. No need to settle for second-best when it came to sex! She’d rather have men who knew what a G-spot was and how to tickle it! And she wondered how much Surjit knew about Tantric sex and those Kama Sutra positions. She had a whole new world to explore!

She moved into the Love House and Rita showed her the room she would have. It had a king-size bed, complete with satin sheets. It would do. It would do very well. She stripped off her clothes and masturbated right then and there on the slippery fabric as Rita disrobed and watched her. “Want to join me?” she asked the Latina woman.

“I though you’d never ask!” Rita replied. She lay on the bed and the women hugged, breasts crushed together. Rita’s breasts were distinctly asymmetrical, her left breast a cup size larger than her right, and each had a spiral tattoo that radiated from her dark, fat nipples outward to cover almost the entire breast. Ashley’s hand moved down to the woman’s hairy crotch, teasing out the finger-tip sized clitoris as Rita fondled Ashley’s cunt lips. Their orgasms were nearly simultaneous.

“Welcome to Love House!” Rita said as they hugged. “Did Sue tell you that we’re usually all naked here? Usual nudist rules ... put a towel down when you sit. If you’re cold, put on a robe. Are you okay with that?”

“No problem. Sue loves to be naked anyway. And it’ll cut down on the laundry bills!”

“Not really! We’re washing sheets all the time! We took out the regular washers and driers a long time ago. Now we have bigger ones that we got from a laundromat.”

“And we have guys visiting here,” Rita continued. “They’re all in the Sex Club, so they’re clean. Our rule is that if you like a cock you see, you can fuck it. And your boyfriend is free to be available to any of the girls or boys here. It’s all just lust, no commitments. And all consensual. Any problem with that?”

“No, but can that really work?”

“It’s worked for ten years. We’re all adults, and we can tell when it’s lust or it’s love. Sue tells me that you have a thing for this Erik guy. But if you bring him over, he’s going to be expected to fuck any girl that will have him, and it won’t affect his commitment to you if the commitment’s there. And you can fuck any guy the women here bring home. Understand?”

“It’s just like the Sex Club, then? It’s all about the orgasm?”

“You got it, girl! Now let me show you the basement. We’ve got a little ‘dungeon’ here if you want to get kinky. In fact, we’re going to have my boyfriend Bob there tomorrow, and he likes to get chained to the wall, naked and spread-eagled, and have his dick and balls whipped and slapped until he cums. You’re invited to watch, and participate if you like!”

Ashley was intrigued. She’d never seen bondage like that before, so the next day, she was there to help shackle Bob to the wall. All three of them were naked. He had a well-muscled body, honed by workouts at the gym, and a large cock and balls that dangled at least three inches below his crotch. Rita ground her naked breasts into his hairy chest and oiled his cock until it began to grow and thicken.

When fully erect, it was a handspan long, and Rita began to slap it back and forth. It wasn’t long before a drop of pre-cum oozed from its tip, and was flung aside from it as she swatted his thick meat. Ashley sat on a nearby massage table and watched the action, squeezing her own nipples until they hurt.

“Watch this!” Rita said as she suddenly slapped his balls. He recoiled in pain. She swatted again, and his knees bent, his full weight on his chained arms. Then she resumed the abuse of his cock.

“Let Ash do it,” he said.

“Do you want to?” Rita asked.

Ashley nodded. She left the massage table and grabbed his cock and pulled hard, and then whacked it with her hand. Rita handed her a riding crop. “Use this,” she said. “On his balls, too. His safe word is ‘orange.’”

Ashley looked at Bob inquiringly. He nodded. She gave his balls a slap with the riding crop and he screamed. Then she pelted his cock with a series of short slaps as he whimpered, but his cock never went soft. The girls passed the crop back and forth, pelting blows onto his cock, belly, balls, and nipples as his cock oozed pre-cum.

Ashley noted two stirrups between Bob’s legs, attached to the wall and about two feet off the ground. She found out their use a half an hour later when Rita slipped her bare feet into them, grasped his shoulders, and raised herself over Bob’s erection. She then lowered herself nimbly, impaling herself on his tortured penis. He howled in sudden pain.

From long practice, Rita knew just how far she could tease Bob without eliciting an ejaculation. As they fucked, she kissed him and murmured into his ear. Then she raised herself off his rod and stepped to the ground.

“Do you want to fuck him, too?” Rita said.

“Right now?”

“Yes! I usually finish him off that way. But you can, if you want and if you’re wet enough.”

Well, why not? To her surprise, she was lubricating freely by now, her clit almost fully erect and her nipples hard as grapes. Ashley mounted the stirrups, positioned her cunt at the tip of his cock and slid it inside her, until their pubes touched. Her now hard teats ground into his own sensitized nipples, stinging from their abuse. She moved back and forth, and he groaned in agony as his abused cock felt her warm sheath. “Grip him,” Rita whispered into her ear. Ashley flexed her Kegel muscles, and each contraction caused him to gasp and wince.

Suddenly, his body tensed, every muscle straining, his eyes closed tight. And then she felt his cock spasming, spurting, pulsing as he released a day’s worth of cum into her tunnel. At the same moment, she herself came, but it was a new sensation, a sensation of power and domination. The intensity almost scared her. She raised herself and his cock came out, wet and softening, red weals against the white skin.

Rita hugged her. “You did good, girl!” she said. “Let’s unchain him now and get him into the hot tub. Otherwise, he’ll knot up.” The women unlocked the chains, and he stood shakily. He thanked them for their work. The trio went outside into the back yard, which had a hot tub and a ten-foot privacy fence. The water in the tub was merely tepid, so as to avoid further pain when it hit Bob’s bruises.

As they soaked in the tub, Ashley said, “You know, I’ve always wondered what it would be like to be chained up like that.”

“Just put in a reservation for the room, and we’ll make it happen,” Rita said as she gave Ashley’s right nipple a twist. “I’d love to see those tits of yours abused! Just tell me what you like, and when you like it.” Bob smiled and nodded in agreement.

Ashley thought of herself chained to a wall naked, with Rita and Bob slapping her tits until they reddened, a riding crop applied to her nipples and clit, her cunt stinging as her legs were spread, a hard cock thrust into her imprisoned flesh...

“How about next Sunday?”

And so it was that the next weekend found Ashley naked in the basement, her legs spread and shackled by a two-foot bar at her ankles, her arms stretched out and manacled to the wall. Bob and Rita, equally naked as usual, began by flailing her tits and cunt with a soft whip, just hard enough to redden the skin. As the soft strands of the whip touched her nipples and clit, Ashley felt them sensitized to a higher level than they’d ever experienced before. Every caress on them by Rita produced a shiver of sensation that was somewhere between pleasure and pain. Bob would occasionally press the cap of his erect cock against her entrance, or slap the shaft against her erect clit, and Ashley wondered if he would finally penetrate her. If he wanted to, there was nothing she could do about it. She was his slave. Well, she had a safe word. It was “puppy.” She hoped only that she would remember it, and that she’d never have to use it.

She’d been offered a ball gag, but she refused. “I like that,” Bob said. “I love to hear my partners moan and scream.” And soon she was doing just that. When Bob put the whip away and started slapping her tits, setting them swinging, each slap elicited a yip of pain, the yips increasing until they blended into a scream. Then he picked up a riding crop and slapped it against her clit and nipples, her body recoiling with each slap, her knees buckling until her arms were supporting the weight of her body. She began to cry. “Do you want me to stop?” he asked.

“No,” she whispered, because she knew that the mother of all orgasms was building in her, just behind the next slap. By this time, her tits were pink with the blows of the crop, her nipples on fire, and her labia so sore that a mere touch made her wince. Sweat was streaming from her body. Bob attached alligator clips to her nipples. The teeth were padded with rubber, so as to grip the flesh without biting into it. Then he hung weights from them, and set them swinging, adding more agony to her ordeal. “Should we clip her cunt lips, too?” he asked Rita.

“No,” the woman replied. “Not this time. She’s too close.”

It was then that Rita picked up the crop and peppered Ashley’s skin with a series of short blows on her inner thighs, the sides of her breasts, and her armpits. The orgasm hit just then, and she screamed and screamed. Bob came up to her, the cap of his penis pressed against her inflamed cunt lips, and with a savage thrust he plunged into her. As he moved in and out of her sensitized cunt, each cycle fanned her flame, pitching the orgasm even higher. The next scream was caught in her throat, became a gasp for air. Her body convulsed, every muscle tightening and straining. As the wave of her climax crested, he felt her body go entirely limp as she passed out.