Chapter 33

Sad, I phoned home, hoping Ness would be there. “Hello, lover,” she said after establishing who had called. “All done with you and Tanya? How did it go?”

“Yes,” I replied sadly. “I’ll always love her, and the last year and a half have been fantastic, but I could never be what she needed, exclusively hers. However, today was a fantastically orgasmic day, and even if you were here, I doubt I could find even a millilitre of cum to squirt in or on you.”

“No, babe. You couldn’t give Tanya what she needed,” Ness agreed, ignoring my latter statement. “You’re mine and always will be.”

“I’m happy about that, Ness. You know that, right?”

“Of course I do, Liam,” Ness assured me. “We’re a pair of sluts that fuck anyone we’re attracted to, but I know you’re mine, as you know I’m yours.” Changing subjects, Vanessa asked, “What’s next? The two tubby broads tomorrow, right?”

“Yeah,” I responded. “But I think they may pale into insignificance after today!”

“Oh, I dunno,” my wife drawled. “A pair of experienced bisexual tarts gagging for a bit of ‘football famous’ cock sounds more fun than a mostly lesbian and an inexperienced slut combination to me!” Then Ness growled, “You’d better recharge your batteries on Wednesday because, when you get home, I expect you to describe what you and Tanya did with Mary in explicit detail as you fuck me into unconsciousness!”

Isla came home as I chatted with my wife. After she’d called, “Hello, Aunty Nessa!” Isla snuggled onto my lap and sighed happily. After confessing our love, Ness and I hung up, and I hugged my future lover. “Hello, beautiful one. How was your day?”

“Boring!” Isla stated. “I wish we had something like the Americans have with their ability to ‘test out’ of high school early if you’re smart or far enough ahead. I’ve already got straight ‘As’ across my five subjects and could have easily started at Uni this semester if they’d let me. But, instead, I’m still there, almost ready to scream because I already know this stuff!”

“So, why not medicine instead of nursing?” I asked. “If you’re that bright, nursing seems a waste of talent.”

Looking at me as if I were dense, Isla exasperatedly replied, “Because, once I graduate, I’ll work with Aunty Nessa. We’ll do everything together,” she mysteriously added.

Deciding I didn’t want to know, I changed subjects and asked what sport she’d do during the summer. Although Isla had never quite made the run-on first-seven netball team, she’d been in the squad since Grade 10. It wasn’t a lack of skill or desire that kept Isla from making the team. Unfortunately, being around my wife’s height of 163 cm (5-ft 4), she lacked the stature to command a regular spot.

“You’re a pretty good swimmer, aren’t you, Daddy Liam?” Isla questioned. “Ness says you won all kinds of school events even though you were more of a runner than a swimmer.”

“I was,” I acknowledged. “At the school champs, I won the 100 and 200-metre freestyle events every year except when I was fourteen and in my first year of under-sixteens.”

“Then I might try that. What do you think?”

I couldn’t think of anything more boring than following a black line up and down a pool, but each to their own, so I replied, “If that’s what you want to do, I’d say go for it. But, if you want to compete this season, shouldn’t you have started already?”

Looking crestfallen, Isla replied, “Yeah. I guess you’re right.” Then shaking herself, she said, “Nessa says when you run, she can keep up with you for almost five kilometres, Daddy. Will you help me to do that, too?”

“Vanessa can almost run at five minutes-thirty per kilometre (seven and a half-minute miles) for five kilometres (three miles),” I confirmed. “But it leaves her exhausted. Do you run at all now?”

“Only what they make us do for P.E., Daddy,” Isla confessed.

“Then, why don’t you see if you can train yourself to run at that pace for up to if not more than, five kilometres? I’ll set you up a training schedule if you’d like?”

“Would that make you happy, Daddy Liam?” She asked.

“Yes,” I answered. “Ness is bench pressing over 80 kg and deadlifting forty more than that. Why don’t you see if you can improve on that?”

“You like the ‘female body builder’ look?” Isla asked.

“Hell, yes!” I averred. “Muscular chicks with ‘B’ to ‘C’ cups are the sexiest bitches on the planet. Your mum is as sexy as all fuck. You know that, right?”

“Yes,” Isla acknowledged as Jim shifted uncomfortably. “Would you like me to muscle up by my eighteenth birthday?”

Only if it’s something you want to do, honey,” I replied. “If you’re not into it, it won’t last. Then that muscle will turn into flab, and you’ll become a ‘porker’.”

“Heaven forbid!” Isla joked.

Although I found myself having sex with women who had similar body shapes to my wife, more often than not, I didn’t have a particular ‘preferred body type’. Regardless of their shape or size, I was attracted to self-confident women who knew what they wanted, and part of what they wanted was to submit to an ‘alpha male’. As an example, Vicky was probably four-plus inches taller than my wife and weighed (I guessed) at least twice as much. But she, because of her sexual confidence, had me hotter than noon in the Sturt Stoney Desert, whereas other, thinner chicks, like Kelly Bell, with piss poor attitudes, left me cold.

I ate dinner with the Monie clan, watched TV, and it was finally time for bed. Isla tried to follow me into my room, but Ellen growled and sent her to hers.

“It’s a school night, missy. Off you go to yours, and don’t you be sneaking into Mr Shephard’s room later, either.”

Giving Isla a chaste kiss on her cheek, I wished her goodnight and went to bed. However, Isla softly snored on my chest less than an hour later. Fortunately, I’ve always been an early riser, so I woke Isla with plenty of time to sneak back to her bed before her mother caught her.

“I don’t know why Mum can’t understand that I sleep better with you, Daddy Liam,” Isla bitched as she rubbed her eyes and yawned. “I could’ve slept an extra two hours if she’d let me sleep with you all night.”

“You said your mum already knew you snuck into my room to sleep and was okay about it, so I’m guessing she’s worried about us making it ‘til your eighteenth, honey. She’s scared we’ll break the law and, as a teacher, your father may feel compelled to report us.”

“He never would, though!” Isla stated emphatically.

“Still, thems the rules, right?”

“Stupid law,” Isla muttered as she carefully crossed to her room.

After breakfast, I called a cab and was off to see Vicky and Leah. I knocked on their door a few minutes later, and Leah opened it, kissed my cheek and invited me in.

I took two steps into their living room and stood still, shocked. Leah had dressed in a complete Bdsm Mistress outfit. She wore a clinging black bra that hid little and emphasised much over a skin-tight black leather miniskirt that hid even less than the bra. The ‘head’ of her strap-on’s ‘cock’ poked obscenely from the top of her skirt. Below the skirt, Leah wore black leather thigh-high ‘fuck me’ boots with stiletto heels at least seven inches long.

Sensing my hesitation, Leah smiled and said, “Don’t worry, Liam. I won’t try to fuck you with this,” she stroked her ‘cock’, “but I am going to fuck that slut in there in every one of her holes.”

Leah gestured down the hallway to the bedroom at the end, so I walked there. Leah had Vicky deliciously tied face down to a padded leather barrel horse. Vicky’s feet, encased in 7-inch heeled pumps, were bound to the two widest supports, and Leah had bent Vicky over the horse and then tied her hands to the opposite sides of her feet.

Vicky faced away from us, and her curvaceous ass, complete with an inflatable butt plug, gaped lewdly back at us. I followed Leah around to Vicky’s front as Vicky, lifting her head as high as possible, tried to say hello around the ‘O’ ring in her mouth.

“What do you think of my pet slut?” Leah asked.

“I think she is beautifully, salaciously, and sluttily gorgeous. And I can’t wait to partake in her delights with you.” I replied

“Good! We hoped you’d be up for it. We’ve debated ever since you called and asked if you could visit whether you’d be up for some bondage games. I wasn’t so sure, but Vicky thought you probably played Master with your girls regularly, so we decided to risk it.”

“As long as we understand that nothing goes in my butt except for tongues, I’m game for almost anything,” I emphasised.

Laughing, Leah said, “I get it, nothing in your ass but our tongues. Now, relax, and let’s get this show on the road.” When I nodded, she instructed, “Grab a couple of those cushions and either sit or kneel under Vicky the slut’s face. Then shove your cock through the ‘O’ ring and go to town. Trust me, if she so much as gags, I’ll light her ass up like a Christmas tree!”

I found kneeling to be better because it meant I could use my thighs to pump my cock in and out of Vicky’s mouth, so I grabbed a handful of Vicky’s hair, pulled her head back and fucked her mouth as hard as possible. True to Leah’s word, she took it readily no matter how far or viciously I sawed into Vicky’s mouth. Vicky voraciously sucked as I pushed in, then lashed my shaft and glans as I pulled back. It was fantastic, and I was soon on the edge of an orgasm.

As I viciously pumped into Vicky’s willing mouth, Leah bent her knees and pressed them against the barrel horse on either side of Vicky’s voluptuous ass. Then, wiping the head of her ‘cock’ along Vicky’s folds to moisten it, Leah aimed it at Vicky’s cunt entrance and rammed it home.

“Ugh!” Vicky grunted around my cock as her lover jammed into her. Then, “Ugh, ugh, ugh,” As Leah built an almost staccato rhythm.

However, no matter how many times Vicky grunted, “Ugh’, she never let up sucking and swirling. Hearing my grunts, Leah became aware that I was about to orgasm.

“You going to cum, Liam?” She groaned. When I nodded, she added, “Me, too. I’m a gusher, so when I stand next to you, pull out, and we’ll both cum on her face.”

I’d never been with a squirter before. Ness creams beautifully, often leaving a thick, creamy secretion along my shaft as we fucked, but she doesn’t squirt, so this would be a new experience for me. Waiting for Leah, I squeezed my shaft’s base, trying to stave off my imminent eruption. Leah made it beside me just in time, and I pulled out of Vicky’s greedily sucking mouth to coat her upturned face with rope after rope of my thick man goo.

Standing beside me, Leah unbuckled her strap-on, and pulled the ‘double-end’ out of her pussy, then used two fingers on her left hand to pull her clit hood back before she slapped it with her right. “Oh, fuck! Oh, fuck! Oh, fuck!” Leah groaned as lady juices literally blew out of her vulva onto Vicky’s face. Leah orgasmically spasmed several times, and some even sprayed my wrist where I held Vicky’s hair.

Looking at Vicky’s sex fluids covered face, I said, “Wow! I think there’s even more of you over her face than me.”

Giggling, Leah replied, “You certainly covered her well, so I tried to wash it off with my juices.” Then Leah added, “Swap ends with me. This little cunt muncher can eat my pussy as you take her other end. Pussy or ass, your choice. Oh, and Liam? This fuck doll orgasms at the drop of a hat or a palm on her ass. So don’t worry about getting her off, and concentrate on yourself.”

Moving around the ‘horse’, I ran my hands up and down Vicky’s voluptuous thighs and over her curvy ass, “This slut loves a bit of pain, yeah?” I asked.

“Yes,” Leah answered. “Paddles and floggers on the wall behind you.”

Looking at the selection, I chose a solid leather paddle shaped like a ping-pong bat. Then, running my hands over Vicky’s expansive ass, I dipped my thumb into her vagina as I stimulated her clit with my fingers. Waiting until I heard her gasps as her climax neared, I brought the paddle stingingly down onto her ass cheek as I simultaneously hooked my thumb and ran it over her G-spot.

Vicky groaned, “Huck! Hii huuhing (Fuck! I’m cumming, I interpreted),” through her ‘O’ ring.

“So easily, my little slut?” Leah questioned. “Has Mister Liam got your little whore cunt all juiced up?”

“Hess!” Vicky admitted, nodding her head.

“I suppose you want him to fuck your slut holes now?” Leah asked.

“Hess!” Vicky repeated.

“Too bad,” Leah retorted. “I’m taking him to our bedroom and fucking him senseless for the rest of that day. Don’t worry, though. I’ll remove your gag, undo your left hand and leave the doors open so you can masturbate as you hear us fucking.”

Leah undid Vicky’s left-hand ties, then took my hand and led me from the room.

“A little cruel, don’t you think?” I mildly protested.

“Nah,” Leah answered. “Vicky adores being teased almost as much as she likes being punished. So we’ll fuck each other to at least one orgasm, preferably a loud one, then come back to play with her again.”

Then Leah tried to use my hand to turn me and shove me towards the bed. It seemed Leah liked to be the Dominant partner with both men and women. But submission isn’t in my DNA, so I swung her around and threw her at the bed instead. Then, as the backs of her knees hit the mattress and she collapsed onto the bed, I jumped on her and straddled her tits before sitting firmly down on them.

Slapping her lips with my thickly erect cock, I growled, “If I have to squeeze your jaw to make you open up and swallow me, I will. But if you bite me, you replace Vicky on the barrel horse, and I fuck you in the ass with that ‘horse cock’ dildo you’re sure to have in your ‘box of Bdsm toys’. So, little Miss Leah, do you suck willingly, or do I take a studded paddle to your fine ass?”