Chapter 7

It was a few weeks later that I came up for air after dolphin kicking across the pool. Gasping for air would be more accurate! I was beginning to realize just how badly out of shape I had gotten in the past six weeks as I waited for my leg to heal. While I had been lifting and stretching and even doing physical therapy, there just wasn’t anything that was as aerobic as swimming and I was definitely feeling it.

“What are you waiting for?” Jennifer yelled at me from the other side of the pool. “Do it again, come on, quit lollygagging around over there.”

I groaned and turned, pushing off the wall and with a deep breath, swam back across the pool, feeling the burn in my chest as I struggled to make the fifty-meter no-breather. Jennifer might think that she was a submissive, but once she was given a goal, in this case to get me back in shape for the fall season of swimming, she could transform into the meanest Marine drill Sargent you have ever imagined.

We’d been working for almost an hour when she had challenged me with this latest exercise, ten of these fifty-meter no-breathers. I’d not thought much about it, it was a pretty simply exercise for breath control, but when she had added, ‘Using only a dolphin kick’, I had almost refused.

But then she had given me this look that let me know she was daring me to say uncle. And so, without a word I had turned and begun to swim the laps.

“Two to go,” she yelled from the side and I had half a mind to splash her, or pull her in, but she didn’t get close enough for me to get her.

Instead, I turned and began to swim, down and back, my heart pounding in my ears and my lungs screaming for more air.

When I surfaced and she reached down to help me out of the pool, I childishly pulled her in, white shorts, t-shirt and all.

By the time she came up sputtering and gasping for breath, my breathing had more or less recovered, but I was still exhausted and my arms and legs felt like lead, particularly the recovering one.

Of course, her white shirt was now nearly transparent and revealed that Jennifer was not wearing a bra. The thin white shirt clung to her like a second skin, as did her tight shorts, which hinted that she was wearing a thong, if anything.

She swam over to where I was holding onto the side of the pool and pressed herself against me, leaning in to whisper in my ear, “I was already wet for you, Master,” she husked, “you didn’t need to pull me into the pool.”

And with that, she used me as a ladder to climb out of the pool, making sure she fondled my very hard cock as she did so.

“Come on,” she laughed once she was on the pool deck, giving everyone a show of her delightful curves, “we need to get going.” And then she sauntered over to my towel and wrapped it around her like women do after the shower, and headed off to the women’s change room.

It took me a couple of minutes to climb out of the pool. Few people will complain about a woman wearing form fitting, and even wet, attire. However, when a guy wears skin tight jammers and has an erection, it gets lots of frowns and disapproval.

By the time we got out to the car, she had transformed from the half-drowned look, to the sultry wet look, and I once again I marveled at the ability women had to change their appearance. For men, the options are much more limited, basically dressy or casual. But there are like 20 variations for women and multiple versions of each variation.

“I’m gonna need you to drive straight to your house,” I said once she was in the car.

“Yes, Sir,” Jennifer said in the sexiest voice I had heard from her. That certainly didn’t help to relieve the tightness I felt in my pants.

When she pulled into her garage, she slipped from the car and came around to help me get out. She led me to her bedroom and sat me gently down on her bed where she knelt at my feet and started to unlace and remove my shoes, which she neatly placed against the wall. My shirt followed my shoes, which she neatly folded and placed on the dresser.

When she once again knelt at my feet, she reached up and undid my pants, slowly dragging them and my boxer briefs down my legs, making sure to grope me along the way. Then they joined my shirt, neatly folded on the dresser.

She then removed all her clothes, slowly and seductively, and when she was nude, she returned to kneel at my feet. She waited for me to nod, and when I did, she leaned forward and placed her hands on my thighs. She then leant forward and took my cock in her mouth, until I was lodged in her throat. Then she did that thing that she knew I loved, bobbing up and down on my cock, the head sliding in and out of her throat. As she fucked my cock with her throat, she ran her fingernails up and down my thighs.

It didn’t take long for me to reach my climax and I worked to resist thrusting deeper into her throat. She gracefully accepted all my spend and then swallowed, gently licking me to ensure I was clean and remained hard.

I pulled her up and kissed her, pulling her onto the bed beside me to lay with me. I spooned up against her and played with her breasts and nipples for a while. I knew she was wet and once I was positioned, she rocked back on my cock, impaling herself in one smooth motion.

She rocked back and forth slowly sliding up and down my cock. We went on for a while, taking our time and enjoying the closeness of each other. I eventually reached down and began to tease her clit. It didn’t take long for her to orgasm and the feel of her rippling around my cock was exquisite. She followed that by milking me with her internal muscles until I erupted a second time inside of her.

We lay like that for a while longer, until she finally slipped off my cock and then slid down the bed to take my cock in her mouth and lick it gently clean. But even her talented mouth couldn’t get me stiff again, not after all the sex I had been getting lately.

We did eventually get up and into the shower where she proceeded to clean me with diligence and care kissing each area after she cleaned it.

Eventually, I made it back to my house and went to work on the lawnmowers, cleaning and doing maintenance on them. We now had five people we had working in the lawn business and only six sets of equipment. So, I couldn’t let anything breakdown or we would potentially lose that business. Sarah had recruited Lisa and my best friend Jay had joined the team. When two of Jay’s friends had heard about the deal, they had joined. Having five employees meant that I was kept busy just doing all the service and maintenance.

I had six sets of mowing equipment and if there were any major repairs, I could always sub out a piece of equipment. I had to be careful not to do that too often as each person had their favorites. Ideally, I would rotate them on a continual basis, but with each person wanting their ‘own’ equipment, it was never that easy.

The other interesting thing that had happened was the pattern of when each person would show up in the morning and when they would return in the evening. Jay was usually in first and returned first as he had baseball games in the evening, Sarah was also the one that came in last, as she ran in the mornings before the heat of the day. It didn’t hurt that this allowed everyone else to get their equipment and get out, giving us a little alone time in the late afternoon before my mother would get home from work.

Sometimes Jennifer would join us, which made for some of the most memorable afternoons of my life to that point. Two beautiful women in my bed, teasing and pleasuring me, as well as each other, was a male fantasy. But the sad reality was that it was all I could do to keep up with them. Between the two women and their insatiable sexual appetites, combined with all the training that I was doing under the watchful eye of Jennifer, kept me exhausted. There was even a time or two that despite their best efforts, they couldn’t get me up again.

On this particular day, Jennifer had left me in the garage working, saying that she had some errands she needed to do. I hadn’t thought too much about it, but when Sarah and Lisa were both late returning, I began to worry, and since Jennifer was my ride, seeing as how I still wasn’t supposed to drive, I had no way to go check on them.

I was just about to start walking over to Jennifer’s house to see if she had returned when my phone started ringing. “James, it’s Lisa, can you come over to Jennifer’s house?”

“Sure, but is Sarah with you? I was starting to get worried about you two.”

“Yes, Sarah is here with me and we are fine. We’ve just been having a little girl talk with Jennifer.”

“Alright, I’ll be right over,” I replied, wondering what Sarah and Jennifer had roped Lisa into.

On the short walk over to Jennifer’s house, my mind was wandering, thinking about which fantasy the two of them had cooked up for us to explore this afternoon. But no matter what fantasy I might have thought up, it was nothing compared to the sight that awaited me when I arrived.

On the door was a sticky note that told me to go straight to the “Master’s Bedroom.” It was a bit of an unusual phraseology, but after spending a few weeks with Jennifer and Sarah, I was beginning to understand how they thought.

Another note in the hallway reminded me that no clothes were allowed in the bedroom, and a third reminded me to wash my hands so I wouldn’t get grease and oil on the satin sheets. That was clearly Sarah who could be a bit bossy, since I knew Jennifer wouldn’t have thought twice about ruining a set of sheets, if it got us off faster.

But being a good sport, I stripped and washed up in the bathroom. I was already hard from the anticipation of finding out what they had done.

When I walked in, I froze, I was in such shock at what I saw before me.

Sarah and Jennifer were attached to T-bars that were placed on either side of the bed, their hands cuffed to the top bar and their feet held apart by spreader bars. I was so in shock at this that my mind immediately began to try to figure out how they had both attached themselves to the contraption.

That was why it took me a moment to notice that they both also had ball gags in their mouths, were blindfolded and had their nipples clamped. Each clamp had a small bell that dangled from it that jingled with each wiggle and they seemed to be moving constantly.

But what really got my attention was Lisa laying on the bed wearing a wisp of a white negligee. But then again, she wasn’t really laying on the bed so much as she was tied to the bed, spread eagle with each limb tied tightly to the four corners of the bed. She was also wearing a blindfold and like the other two women in the room, she had a ball gag in her mouth and strapped around her head.

The protector in me took over and my erection immediately melted as I worried about Lisa who I thought was an avowed lesbian. What had Sarah and Jennifer done to get her in this position? Was she here of her own free will, or had they coerced her to get her in this position?

I walked over to the bed and grabbed the comforter and pulled it up and over Lisa. I then slipped the blindfold off her eyes so that she could see when I went to remove her ball gag.

Knowing that Sarah and Jennifer couldn’t see what was happening, I leaned down and whispered in her ear, “What is going on here, Lisa?” I asked.

“Please, please make love to me, James. I have been so scared to do it with a boy, but Jennifer and Sarah promised me that you would make it a good experience for me.”

She paused and looked nervously at Jennifer and Sarah before continuing, “And they both said they couldn’t be with me unless I was also with you.”

I sat down and sighed, my worst fears realized. Lisa really wasn’t here because she wanted me, but rather, she was here because she wanted Sarah.

“Lisa, you don’t need to do this,” I said as I reached to start undoing her bindings. But her reaction startled me and I had to move off the bed. Lisa was screaming, crying and thrashing around, begging me not to release her.

“Please, no!” She half screamed, half sobbed, “I want this, I need this!” she begged.

I heard Jennifer grunting, trying to say something around her gag, and so I walked over to where she was bound.

“I’m going to give you one chance to convince me not to get your crop and whip you and Sarah until you can’t sit for a week,” I said in a voice that let her know just how angry I was.

I unbuckled her ball gag, but left her cuffed to the T-bar apparatus. Her knees buckled as I released her gag and she was shaking with fear. She hung limply from the bar.

“Master,” she begged, her voice a hoarse whisper, “please whip me if you want, but we were really trying to make Lisa happy. This was a fantasy of hers.”

I looked over my shoulder at Lisa who was still sobbing on the bed but nodding.

“I don’t like surprises. You know that,” I said quietly so that only Jennifer could hear me. “You should have known I wouldn’t react well to this scenario.”

If possible, Jennifer sagged even further, her arms stretching beyond what could be comfortable. She began crying, sobs shaking her body as she wept and I worried that she was going to dislocate her shoulders.

Reacting more than thinking, I grabbed her and lifted her up, releasing her from the hook from which she had been hanging. I then turned and tossed her onto the bed, where she fell onto Lisa and scrambled to get off the bed so that she could kneel at my feet.

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