Chapter 4

Shari and I were driving back up to Tahoe the next Friday afternoon. My old truck groaned going up the hill. Its not really built for modern highway speeds.

Slow and steady was apparently the old Chevy motto. "We'll get ya there eventually," or something like that.

I looked over at Shari. She looked lovely, in a summer dress and heels. She smiled over at me.

"What's wrong, Paul?" she asked.

I shrugged. I'd been bothered by it all week, since we had spent last Saturday with Tanya, Shari's older cousin.

"Nothing, really," I told her. It's hard to explain when you aren't even sure of what it is yourself.

"Are you jealous?" she asked.

I shook my head, surprised.

"No. God, no. It's just that we didn't spend much time together last weekend, just the two of us."

"Then you are jealous," Shari said with a sigh.

I shook my head. Last weekend was great! But...

"I guess I'm afraid you'll think I'm more interested in Tanya than in you," I told Shari.

"Why? Are you?"

I shook my head again, my brain kind of spinning.

"No. I mean, I realized Tanya and I had more sex than you and I did."

Shari nodded.

"Tanya and I had more sex than you and I did too," she pointed out. "Does that bother you?"

"No," I told her. "You just got together."

Shari nodded, smiling softly.

"So did you, Paul. She's new. You're going to want to get to know her, her body, what she likes. I'm not upset because she got fucked more than I did. This isn't a contest: I'm not keeping score."

I looked over at her. Shari never ceases to amaze me. She's only seventeen, but she seems so much older sometimes.

I smiled and shook my head.

"I was afraid you'd be hurt, because I had more sex with Tanya last weekend."

"We had more sex with Tanya last weekend. She's our new playmate. If you didn't fuck me or touch me at all, I would get upset. If you and Tanya spent this weekend together, doing each other and leaving me out, I would really be upset."

I nodded and smiled over at her.

"So it's okay that I look forward to fucking Tanya, as well as fucking you?"

Shari giggled.

"Jesus, Paul, I look forward to fucking with Tanya too. I think she is major hot. I've been looking forward to it all week! I look forward to being with you, too. It's not like Tanya is better. She's just another facet in your's and my relationship."

I shook my head. When Shari explained it that way, it sounded fine.

"I guess I'm just not sure how to handle another person in bed with us."

"Roughly," Shari said, with a grin. "Tanya likes it that way."

We both laughed.

We pulled up in front of the cabin. There was a little Saturn already parked in the dirt driveway and Tanya was standing on the porch.

"Oh, Holy Shit, check that out!" Shari said in a whisper.

Tanya was in skin tight pants, so low on her hips you could see half her hips and it looked like her pubic hair should be visible over the low waistband.

The pants were soft brown colored and open on the sides, with laces up both sides, all the way to her heavy belt, and her brown flesh was totally exposed.

Tanya's top was basically a bra, holding her big breasts. It was so low cut, it almost showed nipple.

She was heavily made up and her blonde hair fell over her shoulders, loose and straight.

Tanya walked toward us and I realized she also had on the highest high heels I had ever seen.

Shari and I looked at each other.

We were both in heat.

Shari got out first and ran to Tanya.

"JESUS CHRIST, GIRL!" she yelled. "Slut city! I love it!"

She jumped into Tanya's armed and they kissed, the most erotic public kiss I have ever seen in my life.

I shut down the truck and got out.

"Damn, you look great!" I told her.

"Hey," Tanya said with a smile, "We're up here to fuck, right?"

"Yeah," Shari said. "Paul and I were just talking about that."

Tanya smiled over at me, and posed sexily, looking like every teen-aged boy's wet dream, big breasted and ample and totally slutted out.

"You want to feel my pants?" she asked sexily.

I walked up to her and slid my hand over her thigh. God, her pants were thin, very soft suede leather.

"They're suede!" I said.

Tanya nodded.

"They're my favorite pants, so you can't rip them."

She smiled and winked at me.

"I brought other clothes for that.

We unloaded the cars. Jesus, two women, one sweet and innocent, or at least sweet and innocent looking, and the other one dressed like the sluttiest rock star babe imaginable, just lush with possibilities.

And I could openly check them out. In fact, Shari saw me checking out her ass in the kitchen, and smiled. She pulled up her dress, exposing her thigh high stockings and white tap pants, open at the bottom, inviting fingers up inside.

"Oops," she said with a wicked smile. "My dress rode up!"

I took her ass in my hand. Damn, she was so soft and ample, and I ran my hand over her, feeling her fullness and also feeling my cock in my pants, already hard, getting harder.

"Hey, we're supposed to be unloading the cars," Tanya said as she came in. "Do I look like the slave around here?"

Shari turned and giggled wickedly.

"Well, cousin, the skin color's right!"

Tanya looked at her and smiled, a very chilling smile.

"Oh, you want to learn all about slavery?" Tanya asked coldly. "I have a whole box of toys to teach you with!"

She went to a cardboard box and opened it, pulling out a black leather dog collar.

"Ooh!" Shari squealed, her eyes big.

Tanya walked over to her and Shari offered her throat to her. Tanya put the collar on Shari, fastening it, then slipping her finger through the ring and pulling her along by it.

"Like my new pet?" Tanya asked me with a smile.

Shari' eyes were really bright.

"Very nice," I said, sliding my hand over Shari's big breasts. "Does she bite?"

"If she does," Tanya told me, "she gets swatted."

Tanya dragged Shari over to the box and pulled out a short, flat leather paddle. Shari looked at it and grinned, then growled at Tanya, baring her teeth.

Tanya hit her with the paddle, hard, on the ass. Shari's eyes rolled up in her head.

"Oh, shit, there went my panties," she said, her voice hoarse with arousal.

Tanya let the collar go, and pointed at the door.

"Now get out there and unload the rest of the stuff, Slave, while John and I have a beer."

Shari nodded enthusiastically and went out the door.

Tanya smiled at me.

"There's not much left, but she can get it," she said.

I nodded. Shari seemed excited, and seeing her in a collar was really a turn on.

Tanya sighed and looked at me.

"I've really been looking forward to this," she said. "I think Shari's really sexy."

I nodded. Funny, but we both felt the same way.

"You look really totally hot yourself," I told her. Tanya smiled.

"Do you plan your games, or just do like last week and see what happens?" she asked.

Shari came in the door, carrying a twelve pack of coke and two big bottles of bourbon.

"Tanya brought the good stuff!" she said, and set them down, running out the door again.

I turned back to Tanya.

"We usually just play and see what happens," I told her.

Tanya nodded.

"I just want to get fucked, hard and deep," she said to me. "You were so nice last weekend, but I don't want nice. I want someone to take control, like I did with Shari."

Damn, my cock was going to burst out of my pants.

"I just don't like to push, you know?" I told her.

She smiled at me, her darkly made up blue eyes smoldering.

"Push as hard as you like," she said. "I don't want wimpy, I want it hard."

Tanya smiled, her eyes appraising.

"You have it in you, I know it. Think of me as your cunt, your plaything, some bitch you just picked up and want to fuck the hell out of, whether she wants it or not."

She smiled at me, and I knew she could see my excitement.

"I'll let you know if you push too hard," she said, licking her lips with her small pointed tongue.

Shari came in, apparently frustrated.

"There's nothing else out there," Shari whined. "What good's a slave when there's no chores to do?"

Tanya grabbed her collar and pulled Shari to her, kissing her wetly and erotically. I stood and watched, transfixed, as Tanya did to Shari what she wanted me to do to her: made her her cunt, her slave.

Suddenly I realized it: Tanya was being hard to Shari, because it turned Tanya on. Shari was turned on by it as well. So they were both enjoying the game of master/slave, even though the roles could probably be reversed, and both of them have just as much fun.

I admit it. I have a tendency to let the woman take the lead.

This weekend, I'd have to watch that tendency.

Tanya pushed Shari away, wiping her wet mouth with her arm.

"Enough, Slave," she said. "Put this shit away. God, you can't get decent help these days."

Shari grinned at me as she went past and Tanya winked. Yeah, they were having a great time.

I looked at Tanya and decided to take the lead, like she said.

"What have you masturbated about this week?" I asked.

Tanya smiled.

"Jesus, I jacked off more than a teen-aged boy this week," she admitted. "Last weekend was probably the best sex of my life."

Shari looked over at her.

"What was your favorite part?" Shari asked.

Tanya shrugged.

"That's really difficult. Getting my pussy eaten by you, and eating yours was really great. Paul fucking me was wonderful. I really liked when you pissed on me," she told Shari. "I didn't think I'd like it much, but I really did."

Shari nodded.

"I'm really into piss," Shari said, with no sign of embarrassment.

"You're really into everything," Tanya said. "You're just a shameless whore."

Tanya approached Shari, slapping the paddle against her hand.

"I think you need to be punished," Tanya said.

Shari nodded.

"Yeah, I've been bad. I've been awful!" she said.

Tanya shrugged and looked at me.

"It's no fun when they're so willing," she said, and walked away.

Shari looked crushed.

"I don't even get punished any more. Nobody loves me."

I stepped over and took Shari in my arms. I held her chin up, pushing my fingers into her flesh.

"I can punish you," I said and kissed her roughly.

Jesus, I love kissing Shari, that wet, abandoned, anything goes kind of kissing. We sucked face and lips and tongue and mouth, wetly and thoroughly, then I stepped back.

Shari wiped at her face and mouth, looking disgusted.

"Yeah, that's punishment all right," she said and both she and Tanya laughed at my shocked look.

"Damn, he's easy!" Tanya said.

"Oh, Paul, I didn't mean it!" Shari said.

"I know that," I told her, managing to smile. "But it was funny."

All three of us had a good laugh at my expense.

"So, what do you want to do?" Shari asked.

We'd put away the stuff and went up and made the bed, putting the plastic sheet and sheep's wool cover in place, as usual. Tanya had asked about the other bedroom, but it seemed the general consensus that one bed was plenty.

We were downstairs at the kitchen table, having a beer and munching potato chips.

Shari looked at us.

"I want to get ass fucked," she offered, trying to get the conversation going.

"So do I," Tanya said. "That's always been one of my biggest turn-ons."

"That grass last week was amazing," Shari said.

"It's WET," Tanya admitted. "It's got other stuff in it, too. I brought more."

"I brought incense and candles and stuff," Shari said.

"I brought honey and chocolate syrup," I said.

Tanya looked over, interested.

"Honey?" she asked. "I saw a picture of a woman having honey poured on her panties and all over the sheet beneath her. I thought it was really sexy."

"Cool!" Shari said. "It sounds sexy to me too."

Shari looked at Tanya.

"Did I tell you Paul poured hot shortening in my panties? It was really cool. Then he fucked my ass through it."

Tanya looked interested.

"Sounds kind of nice," she admitted.

"What's the sickest thing you've done, or wanted to do? Shari asked her.

Tanya shook her head.

"God, that's hard. Probably getting pissed on last week. And peeing myself. That was pretty strange."

Tanya smiled at both of us.

"I really did like it though," she admitted.

"Paul fucked my ass, even though it was full of shit," Shari said. "That was really sexy."

"I got my butt fucked with a strap-on dildo," I said.

"Yeah, and you loved it!" Shari said with a wicked smile.

"Yeah," I admitted, "but I was sore for a week!"

"I think being fucked by three guys at once was the best thing I ever had happen, at least before last weekend," Tanya offered.

Shari nodded.

"Okay, what's the sickest thing you want to do this weekend?" she asked us.

Tanya shrugged. I wasn't sure what to say.

"Cowards!" Shari said and smiled evilly.

Tanya looked up and smiled.

"I want to tie Shari up," she said.

Shari looked all excited and, I have to admit, the thought excited me too.

"That would be way fun," Shari said.

"Is this Shari's fantasy or Tanya's?" I asked.

Shari and Tanya looked at me.

"Yes!" They both said, then realized what had happened and began to laugh.

Tanya looked over at me.

"I want rough sex. Paul was too nice last time."

I looked at her in shock. I didn't think I'd been too soft at all.

"Ooooh!" Shari giggled. "Tanya's massy. Tanya, my masochistic cousin."

Tanya just smiled at her.

"I told you I like it rough," she said. "I don't want nice and sweet, I want hard and dirty fucking. No holes barred," she smiled.

Shari giggled, and looked at me, doing a great Butthead imitation.

"He he, Tanya said Holes... he he he."

We all laughed. Damn, we just were sitting around, discussing sex. Perverse sex. And having a great time doing it.

"What do you want?" Shari asked.

"Jesus, between the rough sex and watching Shari get tied up, I think I'll be pretty damned happy."

"He's a guy," Tanya told Shari. "If he gets to see us naked and gets his rocks off, he'd be happy."

I nodded.

"Yeah, I'm easy," I admitted.

"You don't have any dark secret fantasies?" Shari asked.

"Well, rough sex is one and making it with two women was another," I said. "Meeting a girl that is as sexually open as Shari was something I hadn't even dreamed of."

"So you basically are living your fantasy," Tanya said.

I nodded.

"Yeah, I really am," I said.

"So what do we do first?" Shari asked, her eyes bright.

I looked at the heavy collar on her very white throat.

"I think we should tie up Shari and play with her," I said to Tanya.

Shari's eyes flashed.

"Are these good clothes?" Tanya asked.

As if in answer, Shari made a run for the front door.

I grabbed her around the breasts, and Shari wriggled and struggled to escape.

Tanya's eyes were bright as she reached in the box and took out a short leash, clipping it to Shari's collar.

Shari turned and spit in Tanya's face, fully and wetly.

Tanya wiped off her face, looking pissed.

"You little cunt," she hissed. "You really do need to be punished."

Tanya turned and went into the box again, taking out a black rubber ball with a leather strap through it. She approached Shari.

"Make the little slut open her mouth," she said.

Shari began to struggle and fight, swearing and kicking. I got her legs out from under her, and pushed her to the floor. Tanya sat on top of her, and tried to push the ball into Shari's mouth.

Shari locked her jaw shut and refused to let it be opened.

Tanya grabbed one of Shari's nipples and twisted it viciously. I winced, but Shari opened her mouth.

"Oh, shit, yes!" Shari said softly and let Tanya stuff the ball into her full lipped mouth.

God, that looked so sexy.

Tanya pulled Shari to her feet and fastened the strap of the ball gag behind Shari's head. Shari moaned through it, her eyes bright.

I could smell her excitement.

Tanya looked at me.

"She's both helpless and willing," Tanya said, with a smile of invitation.

I remembered our little game Shari and I played our first weekend up here. I knew Shari enjoyed the rape fantasy.

And looking at Shari, helpless and available, and very turned on by it, was getting me so turned on I could barely breath.

"Okay," I told Tanya, "but you have to help."

We dragged her, moaning and struggling, over ot the sofa and pushed her down onto her on it. I was tempted to rip her clothes right off, but hesitated.

Tanya got up and came back a second later, with manacles.

There were four of them, held together with clips. Tanya un- clipped one and handed it to me.

"We'll do the wrists first, then the ankles," Tanya said.

We rolled her over, as if by agreement, and put the manacles on her wrist, clipping them behind her.

Then we manacled her ankles. Her nylons were a turn on, for some reason. We clipped them together, and I ran my hand up her leg and under her dress, feeling the tops of the nylons and her soft thighs, and her little tap panties.

"We can take our time," Tanya said. "This little cunt isn't going anywhere."

I looked over at Tanya and she winked. Then she got up and got into the box again, coming up with something very small.

She walked over and opened her hand to show me what it was.

It was a little metal clicker, a child's toy.

Tanya put it into Shari's hand, putting her fingers around it and pressing it so it clicked.

"That's for if you need to stop or want to for any reason," Tanya told her. "Just click it, okay?"

Shari nodded her head, looking excited.

Tanya turned Shari over and made her sit up on the couch. I could see Shari's excitement and smell her aroused odor.

And that excited me as well. I love making Shari horny and then making her happy. Yeah, Tanya might say I'm a wimp, and she might be right.

But turning on Shari, then sharing that excitement, and making sure she gets a good orgasm, (or a whole bunch of them) is really a turn on for me.

Tanya looked at me and nodded at the door.

"Let's go out and get a smoke," she said. "The cunt will keep."

We went out on the front porch and Tanya grinned.

"She's loving it," she said. "And so am I."

"You'd like the same thing to happen to you?" I said.

Tanya looked thoughtful, then nodded.

"I'd just want to be tied up and raped," she said. "But I think Shari's getting off on the helpless trip."

I lit a cigarette and nodded.

"Yeah, she obviously is."

Tanya looked over at me and I was hit by how beautiful this girl really was. She looked at me coolly.

"You're a really nice guy, Paul," Tanya said, "but be mean to her. Use her, make her feel like she's really just a receptacle for your cock and a plaything to act out your whims on."

Tanya winked at me and nodded.

"She'll thank you for it later."

I thought about that. I wasn't sure if that was what Shari wanted, but I did know one thing for sure.

That was one of Tanya's fantasies.

I took another drag from the cigarette. This weekend promised to be very interesting.

When we went back into the house, Shari was still sitting on the couch, looking at us in 'fear.'

Tanya checked her hands, I guess to make sure the manacles weren't too tight.

"Is the gag uncomfortable?" I asked Shari.

Shari shook her head 'no' and Tanya smiled.

"Only in the best possible way," Tanya told me. "Come on, where's that evil rapist the libbers say is in every man?"

I smiled. Hell, I jack off about rape sometimes. I think most guys have at one time or another.

We finished our cigarettes and went in to play.

Shari was sitting on the couch, her ankles bound together, still wearing the collar. The ball gag looked uncomfortable, but I assumed by the sparkle in her eye it really wasn't.

She looked great in the summer dress she had on, and even better bound and gagged.

Tanya stepped beside me.

"If you want her, I won't stop you," she said. "I figured when we took her after robbing that convenience store, you had something planned."

I nodded, realizing Tanya was setting up the game, and looked over at Shari.