Chapter 8

I sat on the beach and watched the sunrise, enjoying the solace of an empty beach.

Finding time by myself was becoming increasingly difficult. For someone who had been used to being pretty much self-sufficient I was struggling a little bit with the constant attention of two women.

My mother found it all extremely amusing. It had been even worse before Lisa had departed.

After a long night of sex and sensual pleasure with two beautiful and gifted women, I had snuck out this morning to sit on the beach and enjoy the solitude of the sunrise. I also needed to do a little thinking.

We headed back to the real world tonight, taking the red-eye through Chicago, and school and swim were starting soon. I needed to figure out what I was going to do. I could tell that Jennifer was getting a little worried, especially when Sarah would talk about school dances and events.

For Lisa and Sarah, I was to be their beard, so to speak. While they were both fooling around with me regularly, Sarah still preferred to be considered bisexual and Lisa preferred to be a lesbian. Our threesomes were a bit complicated, at least politically. I mean, how do you discuss penetrating sex with an avowed lesbian?

But Jennifer was another issue. At times I thought she was jealous of Sarah and Lisa, or “SnL”, as she jokingly referred to them. Lisa had joined us on our Hawaii trip, but only for the first week, and during that week she and Sarah had explored being a couple and had left me to spend time with Jennifer and my mom.

And that time was wonderful, getting to know Jennifer better, teasing her and enjoying her. As much as I might have teased her, Jennifer always seemed to be teasing me more and Mom enjoyed teasing both of us.

But I would occasionally catch Jennifer watching “SnL” playing in the water or sharing an intimate moment and I would see this wistful look come over her. There was even a time or two when I thought she was teary eyed. Of course, those evenings were particularly enjoyable for me as she would be extra attentive and try to find new ways to pleasure me.

One of my favorite evenings was one of those where Sarah and Lisa had gone out for dinner on their own. After Mom had retired to her room, Jennifer disappeared into the bathroom, after asking for me to wait for her on the balcony. When she had emerged, she was an incredible site to behold.

She had pulled her hair back into a tight pony tail and then had oiled her incredible body, showing off the all over tan that she had been working on all week.

On her wrists and ankles, she wore leather cuffs that matched the leather collar that was on her neck. Each cuff had a D-ring and to each was tied a length of red rope. She held all the ropes in her left hand as she walked slowly across the floor to kneel at my feet on the balcony.

“Please accept me as a gift this evening,” she whispered.

Just the previous day we had been making out on the hammock when I had joked about tying her to it and having my way with her. Tonight, apparently, she was going to make that fantasy a reality.

I nodded and took the ropes from her, leading her over to the hammock. I pulled her to her feet by the rope attached to her collar, since she had insisted on crawling. I kissed her and then bent down to pick her up and lay her gently on the hammock.

I then proceeded to stretch her out and tie her arms and legs to the four corners. When that was done, I stood back to admire the view.

Jennifer was in the prime of her life, perfectly proportioned, fit, toned, and tanned until her skin matched the definition of sun kissed.

I stood there admiring her, and my reverie was broken when she spoke softly. “Master,” she whispered, “you didn’t tie this rope?” She indicated the rope attached to her collar by arching up her neck.

I smiled and took the indicated rope, pulling it until it was taut, and I then pulled just a bit harder. Jennifer moaned in pleasure as I pulled, her chest flushed a deep dark red, as it did when she was extremely aroused.

I tied off the rope, making sure to leave just enough slack that she wouldn’t choke, but still feel it when I thrust into her. I then proceeded to rub my hands all over her body, enjoying the sensation that had tormented me earlier in the weak as I had been forced to rub lotion onto all four women in our party, even my mom!

When I bent down to take one of her nipples into my mouth, I was pleasantly surprised to find that she had oiled herself in coconut oil.

“Mmm,” I said as I nibbled on her, “sexy and delicious.”

Then I moved down and began to suck on her clit and slide a finger into her. She was thoroughly aroused and very wet and the combination of her natural flavors combined with the coconut oil was simply delicious.

I proceeded to lick and nibble on her until she screamed out her orgasm. Then while she was in the middle of her orgasm, I slid two fingers that were slick with her juices into her ass. That apparently set her off again, as she immediately clamped down on my fingers so tightly that it was nearly painful, and arched her back up and off the hammock.

Taking my other arm and holding her up, I then bent down and sucked on her clit, which made her scream and then go limp in my arms.

I looked up to make sure she was alright and noted that although her eyes were rolled up in her head, she was breathing, and she otherwise looked fine.

I let her body back down onto the hammock and slowly withdrew my fingers from inside her, eliciting a soft moan as I did so.

I climbed up onto the hammock and laid down on top of her, lining up my cock and waiting for her eyes to flutter open. When she did, I slowly slid into her, causing her to moan loudly and thrust her hips forward.

It was quite an interesting experience to have her bound tightly to the hammock and trying to lay on top of her. My thrusting motion made the hammock swing back and forth, and at the height of the backswing, the rope attached to Jennifer’s neck would pull tight and begin to choke her.

It was all too much for me and I gave one final thrust and began to cum inside her. Apparently, the sensation of my throbbing inside her, and the choking sensation, pushed Jennifer over the edge, and she came again, pulsing around my cock and prolonging both of our orgasms.

I collapsed atop her and lay there trying to catch my breath, realizing that all of my weight was pushing down on top of her. When I recovered, I reached up and untied the rope attached to her collar, not wanting to worry about her choking, should we get tangled. I then began to untie her arms.

“Please, Master, don’t untie me,” Jennifer softly begged, “I love this sensation of being completely at your disposal.”

I smiled wickedly and after nipping her nipple, I began to tie her hands together.

“I might be releasing you from the hammock, but I am never going to completely release you.”

It was meant to be a joke, but as I said the words, Jennifer’s eyes went wide. It also dawned on me that I really meant exactly what I said. I would never give up Jennifer, not completely, even if she left me. I would always hold onto some piece of her that she had given me.

As I leaned down to kiss her, her eyes filled with tears, and she gave me the most passionate kisses we had shared to that point.

I finally broke the kiss because I needed to breathe, and worked to untie her legs from the hammock. But instead tying them together, I then tied her arms to her ankles and proceeded to lay behind her.

This position gave me access to all her good bits, which I proceeded to fondle and pet for the next bit as my erection returned in full force. I kissed and nibbled on her neck until she was squirming almost continuously. Then, when I was good and ready, I slid into her from behind.

Within moments, Jennifer was again crying out her orgasm and the feel of her fluttering around my cock was nearly enough to send me over the edge.

However, I had other plans for Jennifer. While she was still quivering from her orgasm, I slid my cock out and moved it up slightly, positioning it at her anus. Then, I slowly began to thrust in, pressing through her anal ring.

I had expected Jennifer to protest, but when she felt me pressing into her ass, she began to thrust back, forcing me fully into her ass in one long thrust.

Her ass was hot and tight, and rather than thrusting in and out, Jennifer seemed to writhe on my cock, sending exquisite sensations throughout my body. It only took a couple of minutes and I felt like I was going to explode. To speed Jennifer along, I reached down and rubbed her clit firmly. This put us both over the edge and I began to fill her ass with my cum as she orgasmed, her ass rhythmically contracting around my cock.

We struggled to catch our breath and I held Jennifer until my cock slipped from her ass. I then carefully got out of the hammock and picked up Jennifer, carrying her to the bathroom.

I sat her on her toilet and whispered in her ear for her to relief herself as this was the last time that she would have the opportunity to do so tonight. While she flushed with embarrassment, a moment later she was tinkling in the toilet and even expelling my cum from her ass.

When she appeared to be done, I took the sprayer from the shower and used it in lieu of a bidet. I then look a towel and patted her dry and carried her back to the bed. Once there, I released her arms from her ankles, tied her arms to the headboard, and then released her legs completely

When I laid down beside her, Jennifer curled herself around me as best she could, and it was in this comfortable position that I drifted off to sleep.

I shook my head to clear the incredible vision that I was reliving. I tried to return to the moment and bask in the beauty of the moment as the sun fully cleared the horizon.

While Jennifer and I had grown quite close during this two week break from reality, I knew that I was going to need to pay some extra attention to her once school started back. Since Sarah and Lisa were going to suck up a lot of my time and most of my weekend evenings when I wasn’t at a swim meet, I decided that I needed to adopt one of the habits that my parents had used in their marriage, date night.

Once I had made that decision, and as I started to think through exactly what I wanted to do, I began to relax and even smile. I could do this, just like I could start a business, it just required a bit of planning.

The rest of the day went by in a blur as we prepared to leave the islands. Lounging by the pool in the morning and then shopping for last minute souvenirs in the afternoon, before heading to the airport.

I spent quite a bit of time with my head in my phone searching the internet for a specific piece of jewelry. I knew in general what I wanted, but I was struggling to find something that didn’t signify marriage and wasn’t so trashy that I didn’t want Jennifer wearing it.

And then I found a jeweler in my hometown that made custom pieces out of titanium, including one that had a magnetic lock. I dropped him an email asking if he could make one for me, a slave anklet that only I could remove from Jennifer’s leg. I received a reply almost immediately asking the size. Having grabbed Jennifer around the ankle when laying by the pool earlier I knew the size. He promised to have it ready by the weekend.

So, by the time we got to the airport, I was down to making reservations. I even let my mother in on the details when Jennifer and Sarah went off looking for more things to buy in the airport.

At first, I thought she was going to cry and then she leapt on me, hugging me tightly.

“Just don’t hurt her, don’t make promises you can’t or won’t keep,” she whispered fiercely in my ear.

I just nodded, confused by this emotional outburst from Mom. Once she had gained control of her emotions, she got up and went to the bathroom to wash her face before the others returned from their shopping.

But despite her best efforts to scrub away the evidence of her emotional outburst, both Jennifer and Sarah knew that something had happened when they returned. Mom refused to tell them anything, saying that mothers and sons were allowed to have secrets.

So, then Jennifer and Sarah turned their attention to me, trying to extract details about what had made my mother cry. Sarah threatened me with physical torture and merciless tickling, but not being ticklish she didn’t get far.

But on the plane Jennifer promised about every sexual favor she could dream up. If the event didn’t directly involve her, I would have accepted a few of her offers, especially when she promised that she would get Sarah and Lisa to agree to a naked weekend of endless sex, until even my young stud powers were exhausted and I was unable to get it up. Even then she promised that they would find ways to give me pleasure.

She even promised to induct me into the mile high club, and called a flight attendant over and whispered into her ear, making the attendant blush. She then nodded her head and returned to the front of the plane where a moment later, she beckoned Jennifer into the curtained off crew area.

Jennifer pulled me along and we joined her in the area, where Jennifer immediately grabbed the flight attendant and kissed her. A few moments later, a flustered and breathless flight attendant slipped out of the curtain and left us alone.

Jennifer immediately stripped off her clothes and knelt in front of me. She fished out my cock, which was already rock hard from watching her French kiss the lovely looking flight attendant. Once it was free, she inhaled it, her nose pressing against my public bone, and then she started to bob such that the head of my cock was fucking her throat with each thrust.

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