Chapter 33: Nighttime Visitors

The two girls talked quietly with each other quickly and came up with their preferred punishment. Cheryl ended up as the spokesman of the two, with tears already welling up in her blue eyes. She quickly said, “The belt.”

Having the answer, I said, “Okay, the belt it is. Now both of you lean over the bed. Butts up in the air.”

They did as told and put their torsos across the mattress and stuck their butts up. In doing so, they exposed the lower halves of their uncovered asses. Yet they didn’t protest or mention anything about not having on any underwear. Evidently, they felt they were in enough trouble. They would have to accept they would be flashing me the lower half of their pussy lips and assholes.

The belt was within easy reach in the closet. Getting it, I wished I hadn’t put the flogger in the shed with all the other sex toys. Still, the two-inch-wide belt would more than do the trick. I came back around with the long leather strip in my hand. I looped it one time, grabbed both ends, opened it up, and snapped it together. The loud pop made the two girls flinch on the bed. The trembling made it clear that they were now debating their decision, considering their asses were bare.

Cheryl said she would be first. As she would only get two licks of the belt. Her sweatshirt was still half-covering her butt. But I could see the lube and Helen’s spit reflecting off of the insides of her slightly spread thighs. Her pussy lips that were exposed were also reddish and lightly bloated from being sucked into Helen’s mouth. I pulled the sweatshirt the rest of the way over her ass and hips. I exposed all of her cute, round, sunburnt, and bug-bitten butt. She trembled, knowing the belt would be landing on her ass soon.

I pulled back and swung the belt forward, landing squarely across her already pink, sunburned ass cheeks. They had seemingly turned pink since coming inside as the sunburn she received all day slowly metastasized. The leather licked her already stinging butt. The looped leather crashed together at the same time as contacting her ass. It filled the room with a loud pop.

Cheryl jumped and wailed out, “Oww,” as the sting of the blow reached her brain instantly. Also, instantly there was the red mark going across her formally just pink ass cheeks. The second blow came shortly thereafter. It was slightly lower, making sure that all of her round ass had two stripes showing up across both cheeks. The wails and blubbering continued as she lay there half across the bed. The tears flowed freely down her reddened face. And slobber came from her open crying and gasping mouth.

Just hearing and seeing what had happened to Cheryl had Helen crying without ever having the first lick of the belt on her butt. When I pulled her sweatshirt up over her round ass, it too had the pinkishness of sunburn on the rounded orbs. She also had more of the red dots of mosquito bites.

Helen, unlike Cheryl, was standing with her feet close together. Her pussy having been smacked before while getting spanked, she held her legs tight together, unlike Cheryl. Who hadn’t had her cunt lips smacked as part of her punishment.

I kicked Helen’s feet further apart, preparing her for the lashes of her ass. It was to give her ample indication that her cunt lips would also be bearing the brunt of at least one strike. But we both knew that it was little more than foreplay. Plus, it would bring forth copious amounts of lubrication.

Like Cheryl, the first strike added a red stripe across the girl’s ass cheeks. The crying she was doing before the first blow became howling when she half jumped across the mattress when it did land. The second blow, again, filled the room with the loud pop of the leather loop closing when contacting Helen’s flesh. It disturbed me how much I enjoyed watching her ass cheeks jiggle and ripple out from where the belt landed. I had to do my usual mental exercises as I tried to keep my dick from tenting my loose gym shorts.

That became much harder when the last swing of the belt was designed for the maximum sting of Helen’s cunt. The girl’s thighs and labia were like Cheryl’s and already had some lubrication oozing out between them. She obviously wasn’t eaten by Cheryl but looked like her vagina had fingers going in and out of it before being caught. Along with her vagina being fingered, her clit showed signs of being burnished bringing forth her juices. The third strike on Helen did exactly as I had hoped. It brightened her already bloated pussy lips, turning them tomato red. The sound of the blow had more of a splat to it than previous landings.

As I put away the belt, the two girls were still on the bed bawling. When I finished storing the belt, I noticed after the final strike of Helen, there was a smudge of pussy juice on the brown tanned leather. Back in front of the two girls, who were still crying loudly, I stared down at them and said, “I hope you’ve learned your lesson. You’re to do what you say you’re going to do. And not intentionally break the rules.” Both girls were still crying as I finished disciplining them. I then instructed, “Okay, up and dry your eyes. Then you can come over here and give me a hug. This was just a reminder that you’re to do what is told to you. I care about both of you and don’t want to have to do this again.” Both girls rose up off the bed and quickly ran over to where I was standing.

They threw their arms around me, hugging my neck. Both muttering through caught breaths of crying and sobs with hitched wet-sounding sniffles, “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I won’t do it again.

Their wet eyes and tear-streaked cheeks dampened the skin of my naked pectorals as they pressed their faces into me tightly. Slowly stopping their crying but not fully ending the sniffles, I repeated my sentiments. “Girls, I love you dearly, but you can’t be doing things I tell you you can’t do.” Their heads nodded against my chest in affirmation. Not so much that they wouldn’t do it again, but that they heard me. I let them stay connected to me for a few minutes. Then, peering down at them, I said, “Okay, girls, each of you go get a pillow. So we don’t run into this problem again; you two will be on the floor. One on either side of my bed.”

The teens both left. Cheryl headed to the couch to get the pillow she had there and Helen to the bedroom. Both came back with a pillow and a blanket to cover themselves with. When both of them were down on the floor for the night, I turned off the light for a second time that evening and said, “You girls sleep well.” There were still snivels coming from the floor on both sides of the bed. They were much diminished. I would’ve stripped back down to nothing but saw no way to get dressed in the morning if the girls were still in the room when I got up. As it was, it was hard enough getting dressed in the room without the girls seeing. Since I no longer had the door for my room.

I woke up for the third time around 4:00 am. It was still dark outside, but my bed had gotten much hotter and much more crowded. Both Cheryl and Helen had left the floor and crawled under the covers with me. I had awoken twice earlier as each of them snuggled up to me. Cheryl had been one hour earlier and Helen a half-hour before that. I knew when we had gone to sleep at some point the girls would end up in bed with me with one on either side. So, I said nothing when it happened. But our combined body heat turned our sleeping into a hot bed.

Each of them had their sweatshirts raised up over their hips. Plus, both had thrown a leg over my thigh and pressed their bald pussies onto the side of them. Seeing as it was four in the morning, I just left the girls where they were. With their leg thrown over mine. Their bodies draped over mine, and their heads rested on either shoulder.

Three hours later, the girls’ positions were basically the same. The difference was Cheryl’s hand was down my shorts, cupping my balls. And Helen’s was resting on top of my cock. It had hardened with morning wood. I wondered how I would remove the hands without waking the girls. I would have preferred them not realizing where they had unconsciously moved their hands. Not seeing a good way of doing that, I left their hands where they were. I hoped they would retract them the minute they woke up and realized what they had in their hands. Then never speak of it again.

I dozed for the next hour. Helen was the first to wake. I said nothing to her, though she was awake. Her hand was left on my dick under the impression I was still sleeping. Her fingers moved along my hard rod, likely feeling her first penis ever. She was diligent in her movements. She measured my cock for its width and length. I guess she was wondering how it would fit in her. The subtle movements were definitely hardening my cock beyond the normal morning wood. She, too, seemed to be thrilled handling a real live dick and gently rocked her pelvis against my leg.

I could feel the small bud at the top of bloated lips scraping on the outside of my hairy thigh. As she worked herself up, the bud hardened, and her slit coated a small part of my leg in her pussy juice. She must’ve forgotten the rubbing on me would generate lube. Lube that would be left as an indication of her pleasuring herself against me, long after she quit. I was enjoying the sensation of the slow grind of the nymph that was on me when a second sensation started.

Cheryl’s fingers had begun moving under my balls, rolling them. She, too, awoke and assumed that I was still asleep. I wondered if she knew what Helen was busy doing. When I felt her hand run into Helen’s on my dick. There was no mistaking that Helen was moving her hand along my cock, and Cheryl did not join Helen in the movements. She did not interfere either. She moved her hand back to my balls to return to the rolling massage she had done to them

earlier. Like Helen, her hips started to rotate and slide her pussy lips and little bud on the outside of my other leg. I continued to feign sleep and act like I didn’t notice what the girls were doing. Slowly each of them got themselves to a point of overt humping on my leg. Imitating many a horny dog with its pink penis sticking out.

I believe they thought they could stop their pleasuring themselves by grinding on me. They would get themselves close to climaxing without actually achieving orgasm. They both were wrong. Helen reached her climax first. Her body froze except for her mouth, which lightly gasped at the intense pleasure as it rolled over her. Unconsciously, her mouth came to my chest and bit lightly down on my nipple. She did it in the manner she likely did on her arm. Anytime, she tried to cover up her orgasm when other people were around. As she orgasmed, there was a little high-pitched girly, “Ah,” and she clenched her thighs around mine.

Cheryl wasn’t to be outdone. She also scraped her clit and puffed lips against me over and over. She just took longer to reach her orgasm since she’d had a full climax the night before. Where Helen had likely been denied. Cheryl controlled herself better as she orgasmed. But she still couldn’t eliminate her light groan and the clenching of all her sweet-feeling muscles. She, too, clamped down on my other leg.

While getting themselves off, neither had let go of my balls or dick. As they got closer to orgasm, they only worked harder, fully hardening me. Together they brought me within a few strokes of having my dick twitch and blowing cum all over the inside of my shorts and their hands. I knew Cheryl wouldn’t care. I wasn’t as confident about Helen. But I was fairly sure, being a mini-me of Dorothy, she would welcome her hand covered in my seed.

I, too, had to groan at the continued hand job I was receiving from not just one but two fine-looking teens. I not only groaned out, but I shifted on the bed. My movements re-engaged the girls’ brains to where their hands were and their masturbation using me as their stimulus. The two unceremoniously pulled their hands out of my gym shorts. I didn’t say anything about their orgasms, which had turned their necks a blush red and they had only slightly recovered from. Showing them I was waking turned their faces fully red.

I still acted as if unaware of the activities, which ended only a few seconds earlier. I stretched and pretended to just realize the two were in the bed with me. “What? ... What are you two doing in the bed? You two can’t just get into bed with me anytime you want without a reason.” I included it without a reason, as Cheryl’s out, to climb in bed with me on her birthday and other holidays when we didn’t have company.

Cheryl turned her head upward to see if I was truly angry. Not appearing so, she said, “The floor was hard, and the bed isn’t. Plus, it is big enough for the three of us.”

Helen also chimed in, “Yeah, the floor wasn’t comfortable.”

I ignored their reasons for climbing in the bed, figuring it could be a discussion for some other day. Instead, I directed, “Out and get ready for the day. Go put on your bikinis and head to the kitchen. You will need a good breakfast for your day ahead. So start some eggs and bacon for us.”

Helen looked up at me and asked, “Can I wear the sweatshirt while cooking?”

I looked at the pretty face that was still plastered to me. Her head was on my chest, with her chestnut hair flowing over my arm that had wrapped around her during the night. I informed her, “What did I say? You were to wear the bikini all day. And the day starts when you get out of bed and goes until you get back in bed, including making meals. And I don’t want to hear any arguments.”

Her look said she was having an internal debate. Debating if having just cum if she wanted the added stimulation that spanking her ass would bring. Because a spanking would surely come from arguing with me. In the end, she just said. “Yes, sir,” and she swam out from under the sheet and headed to where the girls had hung their tiny bikinis.

With Helen gone, I admonished Cheryl. I gave her some instructions on what was considered socially and sexually appropriate. “You two can’t be using me to scrape against while masturbating. Yeah, I was awake but didn’t want to embarrass the two of you. But that activity should be limited to your room or somewhere else. And not with someone unless they ask for it or make it evident they want to participate.”

“Yeah, I knew you couldn’t have slept through Helen’s wild movements. She never can control herself once she gets to the edge of climaxing. She’s even worse when she finally goes off.”

I corrected her, “It wasn’t just Helen that was moving her pelvis against me.”

“Well, you won’t let me screw you. So this was kind of the next best thing.” She said. She then pivoted to the night before. And she was more clear-headed since her ass no longer burned. Cheryl said, “And I understand last night’s spanking was necessary. Helen and I weren’t following the rules we agreed to. And unlike my brother and step-monster, you have my best interests at heart. It wasn’t some bizarre way of controlling me or Helen. Or having either of us do things sexually we don’t want to do. If anything, you’ve been the exact opposite. You’ve been an honest broker on the punishment that has been doled out. And it’s why I love you so much.” She tenderly kissed my lips.

I was happy to hear that she didn’t consider my punishment of her as a reason to bail on all that we had accomplished in being a somewhat strange family unit. When she had backed away, I said, “I love you, too. And this is really an unusual situation we seemed to be in.”

Instead of agreeing or disagreeing with me, she again put her lips to mine. This time she moved them seductively. She put her tongue into my mouth for a good morning French kiss and attempted to entice my tongue to frolic with hers. Any other morning I would have succumbed to the enticement. I would’ve enjoyed her sweet flavors and the movements of her tongue. But I knew Helen was just in the other room. And Frenching with me wasn’t something I wanted to be a normal occurrence whether her friend was able to see or not.

So, I rolled my tongue with hers for a moment or two. I was positive it would have Cheryl move on. When I then pulled away, my assessment was correct. She smiled at me, wiping the slight bit of saliva captured on her lips away with a finger, and said. “Good morning, John. I hope you slept well.” I really wanted to smack her ass right then for being the smartass. Yet at that moment, I let her be too cute for words.

In reply, she received, “Good morning, Cheryl. Now get your ass out of bed and go put your suit on. Then get in there and help Helen with breakfast. You have a lot of work to do.”

Cheryl then complained as Helen had, “Do I really have to wear my bikini when cooking breakfast?”

I looked at her with an ‘I can’t believe you just asked that’ look. She read the expression immediately, and I answered with, “Yes, just like Helen.” She frowned and scooted out of bed, heading to the bathroom. Where she had hung the tiny suit.

It was fun watching the two try to cook bacon with grease popping up at them while having no cover to protect them. The small grease dots flew out of the pan, hitting their torsos and upper thighs. After having the grease splat on their skin a couple of times, they learned how to manage the popping drops. As well as to stand back further from the pan.

I threw on a t-shirt and decided to go commando for our workday. I went straight to the kitchen for breakfast. The two girls were working, and despite my not being there, they were behaving. They had kept their hands to themselves. Evidently, getting their ass spanked with a belt for doing something I said not to do was enough to straighten them out. At least that morning. It was kind of humorous sitting down to breakfast with the two girls, pretty close to nude. They seemed very self-conscious about sitting still and having breakfast. Where out in the yard they didn’t have the same level of embarrassment.

While they cleaned up the dishes, I made sure they saw me spreading lots of bug repellent on my arms and legs. Then over my neck and face. They both looked at me with envy and disgust. Helen asked, “Can we put some on?”

She received my one-word answer, “No.”

It put an end to any hopes they had of not being breakfast, lunch, and dinner for the mosquitoes and biting flies. That would surely be out in search of a meal. Both the blonde and brunette were sure to be eaten all day. Just not in their preferred way.

I had sent the girls out into the yard. Each one was to make a new flower bed on either side of the front porch. First, they hoed the area, and then I had them crawl around on their hands and knees in the dirt. They were pulling up any of the last weeds that they had missed in their bed with their hoes.