Chapter 10

(Wednesday, June 5th)

I woke up to the sound of a muffled but anguished moan. However, it wasn’t the sound I heard that woke me up so much as a feeling coming from my crotch, which was all but impossible to sleep through. My penis was unusually stiff, and it felt like it was being squeezed by a hot, wet vice!

I sat up in shock and worry, opened my eyes wide, and looked down in alarm. I half expected to see someone doing violence to my privates. Instead, I saw my boner being slowly enveloped by a pussy! I looked up and realized that Sue Ellen was sitting up on me and slowly impaling herself down onto my rigid pole.

My concern was immediately replaced by delight, and more than a little amusement. I was amused because Sue Ellen was fighting with all her might not to scream out ... and losing the battle, even though she had help in the form of two of Cindy’s hands covering her mouth. Sue Ellen’s eyes were shut tight and she was so overwhelmed by the pleasure and pain that she didn’t even realize I’d not only woken up, I’d bolted upright in bed. Cindy didn’t realize it either, because she was directly behind my Cupcake.

Both of them were wearing frilly lingerie. I couldn’t see much of Cindy except for her arms and hands. But I noticed that Sue Ellen’s outfit was light blue and failed to cover any of her private parts. For instance, there was a little curtain under her heaving breasts, which only drew more attention to how round and exposed her magnificent globes were.

When Sue Ellen finally bottomed out on me, she took a heavy breath of relief and then anxiously opened her eyes. Her entire body twitched with shock as she made eye contact with. She unthinkingly exclaimed to Cindy, “Well, hush my mouth! Master is awake! And he’s sitting up!”

Then it occurred to her that since I was awake, she didn’t need to hold back anymore, and she let loose with a rip-roaring yell.

Somehow, that amused me too, although I had to cover my ears because she just went on and on. Clearly, she was having a powerful climax.

By the time she was done, her face was wet with tears. I wasn’t sure if those were tears of joy or tears of struggle, and decided from the pained but ecstatic look on her face that it was probably a mixture of both.

Cindy tilted her head slightly to the side, allowing her to look at me over one of Sue Ellen’s shoulders. She smiled, and said, “Good morning!”

I just chuckled and nodded to acknowledge her. To be honest, I wasn’t in much shape to think. It was as if I’d woken up to find myself riding on a roller coaster. And not one of the slow parts of the ride to gain elevation, but the “speeding down with your hair blowing in the wind” parts! Once the initial shock and alarm had worn off, I was left with a feeling of incredible pleasure. I was balls-deep in Sue Ellen. Somehow, now that my intial panic faded, it felt like the most natural thing in the world to be inside of her like this, first thing in the morning. And yes, she was damn tight, but in the most delightful way.

I assumed that Sue Ellen felt similiarly thrilled, because even though she’d just had a great orgasm, little aftershocks were continuing to hit her, jerking her body like a cattle prod, causing her pussy to spasmodically clench and squeeze around my shaft, arousing me still more.

Cindy asked me from over Sue Ellen’s shoulder, “So ... were you already awake then?!”

Before I responded to that, I tried to take stock of my surroundings. I found it remarkable that I’d only been awake for two minutes or so, and yet my heart was thumping and my chest was gasping for air as if I’d just run a race at full speed. My mind was still catching up, but my body was as awake as it could get. I felt energized and truly ecstatic.

Jesus H. Christ on a pogo stick! Now, THIS is a great way to wake up! This even beats the usual tickle attack! Fuck me, man! I have not one but two awesome cock slaves who are this eager to have sex with me! And not just any women. They couldn’t be any more sexy or any more eager! I’m so fucking blessed! I love both of them more than words can say!

Sue Ellen was still out of it. I’d realized that the only reason she was still sitting up on me was because Cindy was holding her sides from behind. Her eyes were closed and she had a curiously determined look on her tear-soaked face, while her body continued to twitch and shudder. I wondered what she was thinking about so intently.

However, before I asked her anything, I felt obliged to answer Cindy. “Um ... No. But the, uh ... act of insertion ... it was kind of hard to sleep through that.”

Cindy laughed gaily. “Ha! I knew it! Sue Ellen insisted we could wake you with a fuck as easily as a blowjob or titfuck, but I told her there was no way. You had a better chance of Jesus Christ coming back from the dead and bouncing on your chest with his damn pogo stick, and then sleeping through THAT!”

I had a good chuckle at that. Clearly, Cindy was poking fun at my overuse of my favored “pogo stick” saying. I didn’t want to admit that I’d just been thinking it mere seconds earlier, or she would have given me even more shit about it.

Instead, I just said, “Touché. But don’t worry about it. I love getting woken up like this. Yes, it was disorienting at first, because the pressure on my boner is just soooo incredible! I thought I was visited by that Bobbitt woman or something!” I chuckled. “But then, once I caught on ... phew! I wouldn’t want to have slept through any of that anyway!”

Cindy snickered. “Good! But you’re talking like it’s over. It’s just begun! Sue Ellen is going to recover from that gut punch of an orgasm you gave her, and then she’s going to ride you like a Mongol horse archer going into battle!”

I laughed at the randomness of that metaphor. “What?!”

Cindy was a bit abashed, but didn’t duck her head back out of view. “Sorry. That just came to my head because I was thinking of riding a horse all day, but just saying a horse sounded blah, and then I remembered that Mongol horse archers rode their horses for weeks at a time, even eating and sleeping on them. That’s how long and hard she’s going to ride you!”

I joked, “What time is it? Did you wake me up a few weeks before you have to go in to work at nine?”

She rolled her eyes, but grinned too. “Very funny. No. I’ll have you know it’s exactly...” - she paused to look at the clock by my bed - “7:36. We woke you at 7:30 on the dot, to maximize our time. Because first she’s going to ride you, then I’m going to ride you, and then ... who knows? If we have to walk bow-legged today, with glowing red asses, then so be it! But we’re going to stimulate the King every single minute, if we can help it! Because-”

Sue Ellen unexpectedly opened her eyes and finished Cindy’s thought. “It’s who we are. It’s what we do!” This declaration seemed to give her an inordinate amount of joy, so much so that her entire body shook again as another orgasm hit her out of the blue. It wasn’t as powerful as the really big one she’d experienced, but it was bigger than any of the aftershocks.

Since she’d been resting and recovering, she hadn’t deliberately done anything to arouse my erection. But all those twitches and revebererations of pleasure she was feeling were quite stimulating for me as well, and this series of convulsions made me pant for air.

Once she’d calmed down, I had to ask her, “What was that all about?! And how is it you came so hard when we didn’t even have time to get thrusting yet?”

Cindy said, “Let me answer that, while she’s getting her breath back. YOU woke up at seven-thirty. WE woke up at six! We’ve already been running with the Gruesome Twosome and done all sorts of other things. And we’ve done a lot of talking and planning, and getting ourselves worked up. So you were just getting started, but she was already at a fever pitch!”

Sue Ellen, who wasn’t that winded to begin with, added shyly, “Master, not only that, but we got so horny that we kind of wound up kissing and fondling each other when we were showering after our run. I hope that doesn’t upset you, if we do that sort of thing when you’re not around?”

I had a mental image of the two of them naked and playing with each other in the shower. It most definitely didn’t upset me! It gave me goose bumps and tingles down to my toes.

Just then, she started humping up and down on me a little bit. She was doing a lot better, and Cindy was more fondling her sides than holding her up, but she was still surprisingly sweaty and teary, and evidently needed to take things slowly for a while.

I replied, “Um, no. Why should I mind? In fact, I fully approve. There’s only one of me and there’s five of you. The more sexual energy you burn off, the better, ‘cos there just isn’t enough of me to go around.” Before they could object to that, I distracted them by asking, “Cupcake, now, I get it why you came hard the first time, if you were all worked up already. But why did you cum again after saying, “‘It’s who we are, it’s what we do?’”

Sue Ellen shivered, and her humping increased in vigor. “Because those words mean so very much to me. I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but in the last few days, that has become kind of a motto amongst all your sex slaves.”

Cindy clarified, “Like a statement of purpose.”

“Yeah, I reckon...” Sue Ellen started to say, except that her eyes got sort of misty.

I felt her vaginal sheath start bearing down on my stiffness a little more forcefully. But I interrupted her to tell Cindy, “Hey, Cin, what are you doing hiding behind Cupcake? Come around her and give me a kiss.”

“Gladly!”

While Cindy was repositioning, Sue Ellen breathlessly resumed, “It’s like, we’ve all moved on from trying to mentally justify why we’ve enslaved ourselves to you. We don’t need to explain it to ourselves or to anybody else. It just IS!”

This seemed to excite her, strangely enough, and she began grinding and churning her hips some. “It’s a plain fact, like the sun rising in the east and setting in the west. We live to serve your cock. Let me emphasize that: we LIVE to serve your COCK, Master! Period! And we get so much arousal and joy from that, that I can’t even tell you!”

Somehow, she continued to express her deep and meaningful thoughts while riding my cock with increasing vigor. “Master, each new day, the fact that I’m your sex slave for life settles deeper into my brain, as well as my heart and soul, and washes away my lingering doubts. Why do we wake you early just to fuck and suck you some more? It’s who we are. It’s what we do. Why did we prepare your breakfast already, so we can have our hands and mouths free to serve your cock while you eat? It’s who we are. It’s what we do. Why are we going to shower again, and hopefully spend most of that time sucking and licking your cock together, while the water pours down on us? It’s who we are. It’s what we do. You see?!”

‘Um, kind of,” I replied. I couldn’t say more, because by then Cindy has sprawled herself over my upper body, leaving my lower body to Sue Ellen, and she cut me off by planting a scorching kiss on my lips.

Perhaps inspired by the kissing, or maybe just recovering from her orgasmic exhaustion, Sue Ellen began churning and grinding on my erection with more energy. She began bouncing up and down while also rotating her ass in circles. It felt great.

Being the only one able to talk, she felt it necessary to further explain herself to me. “Anyway, Master, my point is, conflict isn’t good. When I first fell under your spell, a part of me was screaming, ‘No! You can’t just enslave yourself to a man you don’t even know.’ But now, I feel such CONFIDENCE that I’ve made the right choice. There’s no doubt in my mind! And that gives me such a sense of contentment, deep in my heart, for the first time in my life. I reckon it makes being a good and obedient slave as easy as sliding off a greasy log backward. I mean, look at me! How does it get any better than this?!”

Cindy finally broke the kiss and pulled back from my face just enough so I could get a good look at Sue Ellen. For starters, seeing her bombshell, perfectly tanned and toned body bouncing on me was a truly inspiring sight. But I focused on her face, and aside from the streaks of tears and reddened eyes, it looked like the face of someone who couldn’t possibly be happier.

That inspired me, and I reached out and grabbed my Cupcake’s waist on both sides. I couldn’t fondle since she was in constant motion, but just having me hold her made her actually beam and laugh with joy.

Then Cindy distracted me by tickling my sides, saying, “Oh, by the way, we need to put the tickle in your tickle attack!” Surprisingly, she didn’t stop there, but went all out tickling me with both hands.

I had no choice but to tickle back, since she’d been too distracted defending herself to attack me. My counter attack wasn’t totally successful, but it sure as hell was fun, for both of us.

And all the while, Sue Ellen kept on riding me cowgirl-style. It was a very good thing that I wasn’t on the edge of climax yet, because I couldn’t control my PC muscle or use other orgasm-fighting tricks while I was so distracted by a genuine tickle attack.

Eventually, Cindy had mercy on me and went back to necking and caressing.

Around the same time, Sue Ellen switched her style. She splayed her knees as wide apart as they could get, and began squatting up and down on me. It was the exact same technique she’d used so effectively on me in the Mama Mia’s parking lot yesterday.

Sure enough, she explained as she continued to fuck, “Cindy and I had a big debate before we woke you up on how we wanted to wake you up. We were going to go with the double blowjob, because we can’t get enough of that, and the sharing of your cock is such great fun. But then she remembered the squatting fucking style I’d been telling everyone about that I did on you yesterday, and she just HAD to see it!”

I glanced at Cindy, who was no longer looking at me. Instead, she was closely watching Sue Ellen’s position and motion with rapt attention. She asked, “Master, do you really like it as much as she says you do? It sure looks like she’s got the leverage to go way deep on you each time.”

I replied, “I do, and that’s why. It feels fantastic! I don’t know why this isn’t more popular. Mindy and I never did it, not even once!”

Cindy murmured appreciatively, “There’s good reason for that. It’s not easy for the woman to do. One has to have the strength and flexibility of a really good cheerleader to pull it off. I just hope I can do it when it’s my turn. Sue Ellen’s got the body of a professional volleyball player, and even she has to stop about every minute or so and take a little break before she can get back to it. Whereas I’m no spring chicken anymore.”

I play-punched Cindy’s shoulder. “Hey! That’s my line!”

Cindy looked back at me and smirked. “Sorry, we’re co-opting all your favorite phrases today. You know what we’ve decided to call Sue Ellen’s new fucking style?”

“What?”

“The ‘pogo stick, ‘ of course. Because look at how her body bounces up and down. Plus, historically, Jesus Herbert Christ was the first one to do it!”

I had a good laugh at that, especially because Cindy picked up on how Mindy had been joking that the “H” stood for “Herbert.” I was having a great time in every possible way.

I deliberately avoided looking at the clock on my bed stand, because I didn’t want to worry about the time. But after a while, and a few more of Sue Ellen’s orgasms, my two lovely ladies switched positions. Sue Ellen laid on top of me with her arms wrapped around me, but the fucking had tired her out (since she’d done all the work), so she was content to just rest for a while.

By contrast, Cindy was raring to go. She squatted over me and slowly impaled herself down. Remarkably, she had an orgasm in the very first minute, although it wasn’t a huge one like Sue Ellen’s first. She recovered quickly, though she began shedding tears just as copiously as my Cupcake did.

Then, saying, “Here goes nothing,” she spread her knees impossibly wide and began doing the same “pogo stick” fucking style Sue Ellen had just been using. Clearly, she was relieved that she was able to do it and keep it going. Like Sue Ellen, she could only do it for about a minute, and then she’d have to take a very short break before getting back to it.

At one point, she explained, “It’s hard! It’s like doing sit-ups or pull-ups or some other strenuous exercise. You have to do it in sets.”

I nodded. I spoke as calmly as I could, considering the circumstances. “That reminds me. You mentioned in passing that you two exercised with the Hellions this morning. How are they doing?”

Sue Ellen fielded that, since Cindy couldn’t talk much while fucking. She sat up next to me so she could look down and make eye contact. “Permission to speak totally frankly and honestly?”

“Of course!”

“Not good, Master. Not good at all. As we’re all official breastest friends and your teen cock slaves, Michelle, Ruby, and I have made a vow to go running together every morning. Cindy or Mindy can join us sometimes, depending on things like their nine-to-five jobs tiring them out. But Michelle and Ruby were totally zonked out. I actually had to go wake them up, and even then they begged off until I reminded them that staying in tip-top shape is a vital duty for any cock slave. Even then, I had to graphically describe the joy of sucking and titfucking your cock to energize them enough to get out of bed!”

She continued with a worried look, “I’m afraid they didn’t sleep well at all last night, and they pretty much admitted it once we got out on the road. They also admitted Mindy had a rough night too. The three of them slept in the same bed, for moral support, but tossed and turned the whole night through!”

That distressed me, kind of. I say “kind of” because Cindy was continuing to use the “pogo stick” style alternating with more typical churning and gyrating, so I was highly distracted and even more highly aroused. Still, I tried to focus on this problem, and asked, “Why? I can see with Mindy, but it’s not like I have any history of sleeping all night with my girls.”

“True,” Sue Ellen said, “But you not being in the house has got their feathers all ruffled. I reckon you underestimate just how much their whole world has come to be centered around you. The mere fact that they know you’re not sleeping elsewhere in the house, it’s left them more lonely than you can possibly imagine!”

Cindy nodded, and muttered between heavy pants, “Tell him about the call!”

Sue Ellen nodded back, then told me, “I don’t think they could have slept at all had it not been for your call to Mindy last night. Just letting them know that your cock was being properly taken care of gave them some peace of mind.”

She leaned forward, causing her big tits to sway towards my face, and spoke with added urgency. “Master, since you are a naturally dominant, superior sort of man, I reckon it’s darn near impossible for you to fully understand the cock slave mind. Because you’re not one of us, and never could be. Trust me, for a slave to know her master is being properly tended to, that’s the most important thing, by far!”

I looked to Cindy for confirmation.

Even though she was in the middle of a sexy ass grind, she nodded and said, “She’s right. That’s not just a Sue Ellen thing. ALL your women feel that way. Even Mindy has changed and become a lot like the rest of us when it comes to that.”

Sue Ellen picked up that thought, since Cindy was obviously having trouble stringing more than a few words together. “We’re a team! A family. Right now, Cindy’s the one working your cock, obviously. But just knowing that she’s taking good care of it fills me with delight, almost as if I’m the one getting fucked. Yet, even with that, the three of them had a really rough night. I’m sure it’s only going to get worse and worse as the sex boycott goes on. You could see the bags under their eyes already. And they had to walk for parts of our run, while Cindy and I kept on going.”

I nodded to acknowledge that I understood all that. Then I stared off into space, trying to contemplate this despite getting fucked. However, I quickly realized that my great sexual arousal was warping my thinking too much. So I put the issue to one side and resolved to revisit it as soon as I wasn’t tripping out on an erotic high.

The talking died out after that, because the fucking took center stage. Cindy and Sue Ellen kept on doing all sorts of amazing things to me, until I finally got fed up with my own passiveness. I got up off the bed and had both of them bend face down over the lower edge of the bed. Then I fucked both of them doggy-style. Now, obviously I couldn’t fuck both of them at the same time but they were side to side, with hip actually touching hip, so I would thrust in and out in one of them a few times and then switch to the other one. Meanwhile, I tried my best to fondle the pussy and ass of whoever I wasn’t actively fucking.

I’d never fucked two women at once like this before, and I discovered I really liked it. My physical pleasure wasn’t any greater than with regular fucking, but it definitely was an extra thrill to be able to keep two women that aroused at once. It was a great two-for-one deal, because their arousal kept rising even when they weren’t the one getting fucked, due to anticipation and my finger work.

I must admit I especially got a rush out of seeing their sexy asses wiggling needfully side by side. It really brought home that I’d fallen far down the sexual rabbit hole, and life would never be “normal” for any of us ever again.

The only problem was that I was so successful in working them into a fever pitch that I also got carried away. I ended up cumming before I’d planned to. I had been hoping to last all through breakfast on just one orgasm, but in retrospect there was just no way. They’d already had me on the verge with all their pogo sticking and sexy churning, and the double doggy-style was the final straw.