Episode 211: SPRING CHICKEN

10:30 PM!

Carl Manley was already feeling guilty. Bringing his wife’s hired caregiver to their bed was weighing heavy on him. Away from Margaret he let his guard down some, but never all of the way. Now he was learning to deal with Margaret’s demands. Although the master of his domain there was a respect. With his wife riddled with cancer, far more devastating than he even knew, he was ever faithful. He could have fucked around on Marge a dozen times but decided to be steadfast and loyal. A sudden twist of fate in discovering sweet Nadine Moss when he needed the girl most, when even Margaret needed her most, his wife turned the tables on him.

The girl was extremely submissive and headstrong in subservience. She had no real home, no caring family, no solid employment until yesterday. Bonding with Carl’s wife was instantaneous, the two women glued at the hip. Service went two-fold in bringing her to live with them. Margaret seemed to have a certain hint of control over Nadine equally as much as Carl did. Yes, Margaret gave him permission to rekindle his past life by using Nadine, making her his willing slave. But in a sense, he never intended to use her for more than hand jobs or watching her masturbate. In his mind she was a pet project by helping her rebuild her self-esteem and give her purpose. Now Margaret demanded she share their bed. He knew what that meant.

“I’m too old for this.” He left Margaret in her night gown, her Kingsize bed comfy even if she was there more often than she cared to be. Her health was fading fast, but she was trying her hardest to live for every smile she could promote. Her husband was always her rock, he deserved happiness. She intended to give him as much of that as her body allowed. Still purring over the first sex they had engaged in this year; Margaret was feeling bliss and hopeful of a few more times before she had to say goodbye. God willing!

Nadine had gone downstairs now that it was bedtime. Showering to clean herself up from having sex with Chaz Arbuckle and Mark Yaeger, former soldiers now employed at the Military Surplus store there in Nashville, she was caught off guard while drying her hair. Bathroom door swinging wide there stood her master by choice. Blow dryer shut off she sat it on the sink and immediately dropped to her knees to honor his arrival. “At ease Cadet. On your feet.” Up the delightful young woman went, smile timid to not appear as giddy as her soul was telling her to be.

“You’re graduating to the upstairs for just tonight. You’re sleeping with Marge and I.”

“Yes Sir. Am I to sleep on the floor?”

“No, In bed. Don’t think it’s every night it won’t be. That cot has your name on it.” He shot a glance into his spare room of nothing but concrete and a cot mattress. “Leave the Army shirts down here, tonight your body is free. First things first, when you get up there you give the wife a nice massage. Every inch! That is unless she tells you to stop.”

“Will I give you a massage Sir?” She unplugged her dryer but left it alone.

“I could use one. Matter of fact now that you brought it up, that’s a daily chore. Every night I expect the best massage you have in you.”

“I have very strong hands Sir.”

“I’ll be the judge of that.” He headed upstairs first, Nadine following a few steps behind so as not to appear clingy. Lights out at the head of the stairs he closed the door and led her through the house to the master bedroom. Entering, Carl expected Margaret to be resting, with her eyes closed he stopped cold. “Aren’t you all cozy.” Margaret had removed her night gown and head piece. Bald and beautiful she smiled at her husband. “If I’d known sex was the best medicine, I’d have pressed you against the French door long before today.”

“It was glorious Carl. I’ve missed your making love to me. I can’t predict I’ll have that strength often, but I certainly need more of that. Tonight, should be special.”

“Mistress? Are you certain I am not intruding?”

“Not at all. When I tire you can take over.”

“Not making love to Nadine.”

“You will because I beg you to Carl. Please, give me this.”

“You’re exhausting!” He shook his head and pointed at the bed. “Massage! I’ll light some fucking candles.” Nadine trembled at the thought of not being roughed up, but instead treated with passion. It scared her but she hid it well. Climbing across the bed she hugged Margaret from behind, the mistress lying on her belly. Hands eagerly going to work on her shoulders Margaret Becker-Manley cooed. Tender in spots she whimpered to decrease the girl’s strength. Carl watching went about lighting four candles to each side of their bedroom. Once lit he turned out the actual overhead lights and disrobed next to the bed. Crawling in on his side he relaxed and placed his arms behind his head. Erection unavoidably mighty he rejected touching himself, torture or not. “How’s Cadet Moss doing?”

“Wonderful! Nadine dear?”

“Yes, Mistress?”

“You may go lower; I will not break.”

“Yes, Mistress!” Nadine scooted down and began kneading at Marge’s lower back, her tight butt rising as if begging to be touched. A nod from Carl set the girl on a course to gently massage her butt cheeks.

“Pry those wide and dig in.” Carl chuckled. “I won’t let her stop you.”

“Carl! What makes you think I would stop her? Nadine? Lick my anus please.”

“Yes, Mistress. It would be my honor.” Relocating a bit more Nadine Moss buried her face within Margaret’s cheeks and thoroughly enjoyed her bisexual encounter. A trooper at heart she did not fail either of her owners. She was committed 100%! Margaret, while not bisexual herself had at least dabbled in her youth, but the bond established between the ladies was simply too magnetic. Moans delightful, Margaret paused Nadine to roll over. Legs parted she placed her fingers on her cunt and lightly coaxed her in. Clit kissed first and foremost with respect Nadine dined with pride. Head tilted back into her pillow Margaret panted, reaching out suddenly to lure in her mate.

Carl accepted, rolling closer and took it upon himself to kiss his wife first on the lips with steamy passion, before moving to her chin, then down her throat. “I love you so much Carl.”

“Forever!” He replied barely lifting his lips from her neckline. He could feel her body quaking at Nadine’s appetite, a single finger added up Margaret’s vulva without overdoing it. A thin squirt of fulfillment made Margaret smile.

“Nadine?”

“Yes, Mistress?” She refused to even wipe her chin as she lifted her face to speak.

“Please let my husband make love to me. Come up here and lay in my arms.” A quick abandonment Nadine waited until Carl replaced her over Margaret before easing into her embrace. Cheek to cheek the ladies cuddled while Carl introduced his dick to his wife’s awaiting cunt. Careful not to be too forceful he went for gold, balls deep but without an impact that might be too sensitive. “Yes, my love! Slowly! Return to my lips.”

She closed her eyes and anticipated his arrival. Warm, wet, passionate transfers were offered as he thrust back and forth. Margaret smiled even as they kissed. Nadine up close could feel Carl’s breath over her own lips. After long moments of loyalty Margaret dared to guide her husband’s face to her left. He knew what she wanted. Kissing Nadine was not quite as passionate even as Margaret kissed his neck. Double whammy! Again, within his mind he confessed to be too old for this. He was no spring chicken these days. But again, this was pretty erotic.

Nadine was equally as awkward, wanting to apologize but knowing that any excuses might get her scolded by both Carl and Margaret. Instead, she simply let them show her the way. Margaret caressing Nadine’s hair prompted a hint of pressure at the base of the girl’s skull. Nadine took that as a suggestion to kiss him harder. Try as she might, Carl was reluctant until Margaret paused in her kissing along his neckline to whisper that dreaded, “For me.” Dammit Marge!

With a guttural growl her husband rolled Nadine to his left, placing his body between Her’s and his wife’s. This at least kept Marge from his immediate sight. Knowing she was there moving closer, her body molded against his, her hands tantalizing his arm, his shoulder, his hip. Increasing his kiss Nadine moaned into his mouth and shared tongues with her new master. The longer he instilled lust the more in tune with it Carl became. Nadine however was afraid to touch him, her hands lost in where to reside.

Witness to her lack of uncertainty Margaret carefully reached over and took Nadine’s right hand and put it in Carl’s scalp, giving her the inspiration to hold him closer, use her nails to tease his hair. Margaret knew that Carl loved that move when she and he made love. Unable to reach her left hand led Margaret to climb a bit onto her husband in order to claim it. Breasts in his chest, breasts on his back, Carl weirdly envisioned Piper Cherry and Josie McKellen. All of these weeks of seeing those two whores fuck made him crazy in the moment. Sweet Mimi also on his mind he too moaned into Nadine’s breath. He just knew now that Margaret was pushing him, he might break and at least fuck Mimi. That mouse had a special place in his heart.

Nadine’s hand claimed, Marge moved it to Carl’s cheek and showed her to caress it with adoration. The fuel needed Carl snapped and rolled Nadine to her back and used his knees to make room between her legs. Margaret followed along to lay right up next to both of them, guiding Nadine’s feet to encircle Carl’s hips and taunt his thighs. Erection zeroing in Carl pierced the veil and eased in, Nadine arching her spine as much as his weight upon her allowed. Once he began thrusting it was pure adrenalin for all involved.

Even as Nadine searched her soul to find the passions required, she discovered Carl had other thoughts. Removing her hand from his scalp he guided it to seek out Margaret’s. Agreeing with his methods Marge accepted Nadine’s hand and held it tightly, going so far at to kiss the girl’s knuckles. Respect bestowed upon both master and mistress Nadine readied her first orgasm, until Carl escaped her kiss and snarled, “Not until I allow it.”

Expression of agony in her features Nadine resisted any climax until given permission. So not easy! As support Margaret again kissed her palm this time. Carl sensing their chemistry lured Margaret by the back of her neck to join them. Nadine took it upon herself to kiss Marge, Margaret in turn switching hands to not just hold Nadine’s but to relocate her other hand to Carl’s scalp. “Now that’s where it should be.” He mumbled, then kissed Margaret atop her bald head.

Appealing to Margaret’s expectations Carl went back in, kissing Nadine’s neck and shoulder as a unified threesome. Juices flowing heavily along his girth Carl slowed his thrusting to a lovemaking tenderness. Hearing the caregiver’s moan’s compiled with that of his back in the day bride, he now found himself ready to nut. Insisting Nadine withhold her own he wanted to prove he could as well. Again, so not easy!

Easing his left hand between his wife’s thighs he involved two fingers slipping them within her vulva. Let it rain! Let it rain! That increased the moaning. The ladies grew fierce in their making out. Waiting until he knew Margaret was shaking, her own vivid climax begging to escape Carl snapped and voiced his opinion. “Together!” Thrusts building a tad Nadine was ready, embracing both Margaret’s hand and lips, Carl’s shoulder. As if on three Carl led the way and nutted hard, Nadine drowning him in much needed release. Following her Margaret came on Carl’s fingers. In a growl he expelled, “Oh, Mimi!” Oh, boy!

Heard, Margaret peeled from Nadine’s lips then smiled at her husband sharing a guilty look. “Do we need to invite Mimi as well?”

“No! We do not!” Carl reclaimed his composure. “That was purely by accident.”

“Husband? You know I am fine if you wish to play with your toys. I insist.”

“Enough! Moss here is too much as it is. I never demanded this, Margaret.”

“Of course not. I however did. You will humor me until I am no longer on this world Carl Gordan Manley. Please do not deny me this. Now let me go pee. Fuck this sweet girl like you need to. Let it all out Carl. Nadine? Beg please!”

“Please Sir, Mistress needs you to take me as you want. There is nothing I have to say in how you treat me. I am yours as long as you wish to own me. Please ... fuck me! Take every frustration you might have out on me. I will accept any and all things.”

“And there you have it.” Margaret pats her husband on the ass and slowly leaves the bed to creep toward the bathroom. Watching her in a mirror to make certain of her safety, Carl swallowed dryly then pulled out of Nadine to her disappointment. As the door closed Carl sneered at the Cadet then forcibly rolled her over. Eying that flag engraved butt plug, Carl Manley reached between her cheeks and gripped it. Without concern of pain, he ripped it from her anus and tossed it aside. Mounting her he penetrated her gapping chasm and sank his penis deep. Nadine screamed in agony of her first ever anal undertaking yet thrust back into him just as readily.

“I AM YOURS SIR! PLEASE SHOW ME HOW TO REMAIN IN YOUR POSSESSION.”

“Shut the fuck up and moan.” He wailed on her anus hard, reaching up to grasp her lengthy brown mane to yank her head back. For the next ten minutes he unloaded into that butthole twice more. Realizing he hadn’t heard Margaret flush he drew back releasing Nadine’s hair and pulled free of her cANAL. His pent-up cream oozing from it he barked, “Wipe your ass with your fingers and eat it. Keep that cunt company.”

“Yes Sir!” Rolling out he watched her just long enough to see that her hands got busy collecting cream while her other hand fingered her pussy. Licking her fingertips repeatedly Carl caught his breath then turned to the bathroom.

“You okay in there?” He hovered at the door, hands to both sides of the frame.

“Yes. Just resting. Cleaning myself up at bit.”

“No running water! Should I be concerned?”

“Wet wipes! Go back to bed. I’ll be there shortly.”

Reluctant he stood there another minute before hearing a toilet flush. Grumbling over Nadine still in their bed he was sorely tempted to send her away to her room. However, he knew he would catch hell from Margaret if he did. This strange bond they were building was already stressing him out. It was like he wasn’t in charge anymore even after Margaret telling him he was. General’s daughter or not she was pushing his buttons whether she thought anything different in her way of giving him freedom to lead. It unnerved him!

Shuffling to bed he stood over his side glaring down at Nadine. She was still digging into her asshole for more master milk. Watching her ferociously finger her cunt, her body quaking heavily, he waited until she squirted. Blankets soaked he growled at even that but got past it due to his own abuse. “That’s enough Cadet. On your back legs behind your head.” Gathering her composure Nadine Moss rolled over. Not used to being contorted she found her added weight to get in the way of her accomplishing that order. She tried; Carl knew she tried. The door to the bathroom opening diverted his attention from her efforts. Regardless, her attempts were steady.