Reasonable Bounds

The realization that such information was common knowledge to everyone (except me, of course) hit me like the proverbial ton of bricks. Now that I think about it, Min has mentioned that the Gruesome Twosome possess “remarkable” muscle control “down there” and that they’ve been working on developing those incredibly intimate skills literally for YEARS now. That means practically their entire sexually “aware” and active lives!

Why would they go to all that effort, to “exercise” their bodies in a way that only a lover could appreciate? It’s so that once I started fucking them, I’d never want to stop! Talk about motivation for learning such an obscure sex skill and technique. Man! I can’t fucking WAIT to bust their cherries!

While I was thinking this, I could hear Michelle complain to Sue Ellen, “All that matters is you’re balls-deep in Daddy and I’m not! God, that drives me fucking crazy! I would literally do ANYTHING to have his cock bust my hymen!”

I tuned all the way back in to hear Sue Ellen reply, “So what? You know your sex boycott will be resolved soon enough, one way or another. Then you’ll have a lifetime of Daddy fucking to look forward to!”

“I know.” Michelle looked away in embarrassment. She was actually blushing. “That keep me going.”

“So what’s the problem? It’s like a match made in heaven!”

Michelle growled with intense need that bordered on agony, “The problem is, I need him NOW! I see you having a jolly ol’ time, grinding and churning and creaming on his fat cock. I’ve been working on being where you are right now for YEARS! And then you come out of nowhere and beat me to it! You have no idea how much I crave it!”

Sue Ellen was clearly tossing Michelle a softball question when she asked, “With a body like yours, and the brains you’ve got, not to mention your charisma and ambition, you could have ANY MAN you wanted, practically for the asking! Rich and powerful men would crawl over broken glass to submit themselves to you and endure the whims of your domination over them in the bedroom. So why do you want this man so badly, when you could have your pick for your own harem of boy toys?”

Michelle slumped on her knees, dejectedly. She couldn’t look at Sue Ellen, let alone me, as she fidgeted nervously. Finally, with a deep breath, my baby girl admitted candidly, “There’s only one man I love, and only one I want: my Daddy! That’s it! Everyone else can go to fucking HELL!”

She stared intensely into my eyes. “Daddy, I need you so desperately badly! I need you in me! Seeing your big cock swallowed up by her tight pussy close up is super hot, but it’s torture too! Utter torture!”

Sue Ellen was gently rocking her hips in my lap now, setting up a fiercely arousing friction within the confines of her body. She whispered, approvingly, “And so you chose your Daddy to be your master, to fuck you and fulfill you. He’s the only one. There can never be another!”

“Yes!” Michelle was panting hard now, sending those gorgeous torpedo tits heaving and bouncing in every direction. She was also quick to notice Sue Ellen’s increased motion, because her gaze was locked onto what was happening down in my crotch.

Sue Ellen nodded knowingly. “Remember, to be a cock slave is to suffer, at least some of the time. There’s only one of him and there’s five of us, so far. We all know that number will grow.”

I thought, We do?! No we don’t. Not if I can help it!

Sue Ellen continued, sagely, despite churning on my erection at the same time, “It is our fate to suffer frequent humiliation and/or deprivation. We want our master’s cock all the time, but that’s not realistic. We usually have to go without! The way I look at it, that’s a GOOD thing! It’s all part of the experience. This is good practice for you later. The more you have to do without, the more cock slaves you have to share him with. And that means the greater your master is!”

Michelle couldn’t look at either of us because she’d shyly turned her head aside, letting her hair fall forward and shield her eyes from our view, but the heartfelt sob of hope and despair that escaped her lips told us all what we needed to know. Yes, she was jealous, but only because she wanted so badly to be in Sue Ellen’s place, not because she hated or resented Sue Ellen personally.

After a long pause, Michelle nodded, as if what Sue Ellen just said somehow made perfect sense to her. “This IS a kind of bittersweet joy in seeing him fuck someone else.” She added, with growing confidence, “It’s torture, but it’s a kind of exquisite torture, like being spanked really hard. The important thing is that our master and his cock is being properly serviced.”

“Exactly.” Sue Ellen ran a hand through Michelle’s hair in an approving gesture. “You see? You have what it takes to be a GREAT cock slave! I know you worry that you can’t control your own passions, but you will. You love him, and he loves you, and that’s all that matters.”

Clasping Michelle’s limply hanging hands in her own, Sue Ellen guided Michelle’s hands to my crotch, enfolding those soft and unresisting fingers around my balls. “Your Daddy loves you more than words could possibly express, you know,” she whispered loudly enough for all of us to hear. “He loves you like a father SHOULD love his daughter even out of bed, and like mine never really did, which is another reason why I’ll always be a little bit jealous of you. But you’re not a little girl anymore ... or at least, there’s no way you could still be with those way too fucking sexy jutting tits of yours!”

A ripple of amusement fluttered through the other women as all of them nodded and murmured in agreement that nobody could mistake Michelle for a “little” girl anymore. I almost chuckled in along with them, but instead caught my breath when I felt Michelle’s fingertips begin gently, softly, and hesitantly start stroking and kneading my balls as she held them cupped in her hands. She stared at them in wonder, as if she was discovering their feel for the first time.

The effect on me was very nearly immediate, and I had no doubt that Sue Ellen knew because there simply wasn’t any way for her to NOT be aware of how hard my erection was getting and throbbing with every heartbeat as I fought for control.

Sue Ellen said to Michelle, “Remember, because the times we are with him aren’t nearly as often as we’d like, we need to appreciate them to the fullest! Show him how much you love him by loving his balls, just as I’ll show him how much I love him by loving his cock!”

It was odd that Sue Ellen’s initiation had somehow turned into a pep talk for Michelle, but this just made me appreciate my Cupcake all the more.

Since Michelle wasn’t resisting her, Sue Ellen raised her hands and laid them on Michelle’s head. She stroked Michelle’s hair soothingly some more while Michelle’s breathing quickened with her mounting lust and returning arousal. Then she did something I hadn’t been expecting: she tightened her grasp on Michelle’s head and started pulling her face towards our conjoined crotches!

Sue Ellen crooned in a slightly hypnotic murmur, “Your master is your KING! So, be a good girl, be a good sex slave daughter, and open your sexy mouth ... yes, just like that ... and take your master’s balls, the balls you came from, between your lips and love them with your tongue, as only YOU can!”

I thought I was in some kind of magical zone where I could handle any level of stimulation without cumming. But feeling Michelle scoop my nuts up onto her tongue and hold them in her mouth while Sue Ellen’s cunt started squeezing me in earnest soon had me riding the edge and fighting to keep from going over. In fact, I could tell I was losing the battle to stave off my own orgasm, when suddenly I heard (and felt) quite literally the last thing I could ever have expected.

Michelle was giving my balls a hummer now, but only because she didn’t want to let go of them in order to do properly what was happening to her. She was crying. If she hadn’t been holding my balls in her mouth (both of them), she would have been gasping and sobbing. And somehow, I KNEW, with absolute certainty, that this wasn’t a performance put on for my benefit! My little girl was crying, for real, even as she mouthed my balls and lovingly laved them with her tongue, and that was enough to bring all my protective fatherly instincts to the fore, knocking me back from the edge of my uncontrolled arousal.

Without even thinking about what I was doing, let alone why, I reached out with one of my hands and stroked the back of her long blonde hair soothingly, just like I had done countless times when my little girl had given herself a boo-boo and hadn’t managed to work herself up to a good wail yet. It was automatic for me, the immediate urge to comfort and soothe away the hurts and scrapes of a child’s life that’s ingrained in any father who loves their children.

“There, there, Shelle ... Daddy loves you...” I said automatically, using the same phrase I had repeated over the years. “It’s okay, baby ... don’t cry. I’m right here for you.”

It was a ritual we’d had, that had smoothed over so many hurt feelings, time and time again, as my troublesome little girl grew up. But this time, things were different. I wasn’t dealing with a child anymore, especially not when she had my balls in her mouth while another teenage fox kept herself impaled on my throbbing erection!

Normally, I would have taken Michelle into my arms and hugged her while she glommed onto me fiercely until her need to cry passed, but given our physical positions that was simply impossible to do. So, without even considering how my actions would be interpreted, I did the only appropriate thing I could under the circumstances to adapt our well worn routine into something equivalent.

I pulled Michelle’s head and face tighter into my crotch using my hand on the back of her head. I could feel the heat of her breath streaming out of her nose when she exhaled, warming the scant inch at the root of my cock that lay outside the clasping confines of Sue Ellen’s tightly stretched nether lips.

I couldn’t see Michelle clearly since Sue Ellen was sitting on my lap and blocking my view of what was going on “down there,” but given the way Sue Ellen’s breathing suddenly quickened and her wet, hot pussy got even wetter and tighter, I was willing to bet that Sue Ellen’s clit was riding the bridge of Michelle’s nose.

I thought I had everything under control, including my urge to cum. But then I felt another pair of hands settle over mine, making me nearly leap out of my skin in surprise! I’d completely forgotten about the others while Sue Ellen, Michelle, and I had our little drama, but now that I was looking I could see that Mindy had moved up behind Michelle and was softly adding the weight and pressure of her own hands to mine, thereby pushing Michelle’s face into my crotch and forcing her to keep my balls in her mouth.

“It’s all right, love,” Mindy crooned reassuringly beside Michelle’s ear, not entirely successful at hiding her own distress that her daughter’s unexpected crying fit had brought on. “Mom’s here for you too. Please don’t cry.”

“I’m here for you too,” Ruby chimed in, laying her hands on one of Michelle’s shoulders.

That was quickly followed by Cindy saying “As am I,” as she rested a consoling hand on Michelle’s other shoulder.

Even Sue Ellen, deeply impaled on my throbbing shaft as she was, gently wiped away a tear from Michelle cheek, saying quietly, “I am here for you too.”

Mindy added soothingly, “We all love you. We all love each other. We’re a family. We’re a harem. Bound together in servitude to our master, yes, but also bound together with love.”

There were murmurs of approval all around. I was surprised that Mindy was talking in such terms, because she usually made clear that she didn’t consider herself one of my slaves. But I supposed she was letting that slide at the moment to say what Michelle needed to hear.

Then I felt Michelle hiccup, or at least try to, which created the most unexpected sharp suction inside her mouth. A part of me relaxed, because this was the sign that she wasn’t going to keep crying. Michelle always got the hiccups after crying, which both Mindy and I had learned from raising her meant that the worst of her emotional storm was passing and she would be alright.

Mindy and I both breathed a sigh of relief when we heard Michelle trying to hiccup, although in my case that turned into a sharp hiss of unexpected feeling when the suction pressure in her mouth increased again, this time very deliberately. Apparently, her lusty passions for me were returning in force!

Mindy sat back on her heels and let go of Michelle, which apparently was a signal to the others to let go of her also. She looked me in the eye past Sue Ellen seated in my lap and gave me a very nervous grin.

“Don’t hold it against her, Honey,” Mindy sighed sorrowfully. “It’s just that she hasn’t had any contact with the King for ... a while ... and, well ... you know how I get when I can’t have sex with you for a couple of days.”

Indeed I did! Over the course of our marriage we’d both come to recognize the signs that Mindy was getting hard up for sex and in need of a deep and exhaustive time spent in bed repeatedly getting horizontal with me (among other positions). She didn’t like to admit it, and only when I was feeling a bit suicidal did I ever feel like teasing her about it, but my wife had an impressively strong sex drive, which I’d always privately admired and cherished, but when her drives didn’t get satisfied, well ... let’s just say she could get a little cranky and start acting out a bit until I fucked her properly senseless!

It hadn’t really occurred to me that Michelle might take after her mother in that regard. I found that more than a little bit disturbing, since Mindy could get pretty demanding when her period of abstinence ended. By the way, I considered that to be extremely hot and just plain wonderful!

Down in my crotch, Michelle nodded very deliberately, moaning “Mmmm-hmmm!” in emphatic agreement around my obstructing presence in her mouth. Then she inhaled deeply and sighed gustily through her nose before starting to very deliberately and passionately manipulate my balls using her mouth and unexpectedly talented tongue. And when she hummed in her throat, the resulting vibrations did crazy things to my senses.

Sue Ellen’s startled gasp of surprised pleasure made me wonder what she was feeling when Michelle hummed on me.

“Oh ... my ... God...” Sue Ellen breathed disbelievingly as she slumped back against my chest. It was almost as if she was too overwhelmed to take the effort to keep sitting up on my lap. I knew that couldn’t be quite right because now her hips were squirming and churning, riding my throbbing boner as Michelle continued humming on my balls while she held them in her mouth. Sue Ellen turned her head to look at me, but I could see that her eyes were glazed and unfocused. Her eyelids were fluttering heavily as she struggled not to succumb to her own rising lusts and desires.

“Master,” she whispered hotly into my ear, drunk with her passions, “your daughter is SUCH a good, devoted, and loving cock slave! You should let her suck your balls while I fuck the King more often!”

I would have protested that idea (no really, I would have!) if Michelle hadn’t taken Sue Ellen’s words as encouragement for what she was doing. Her humming got louder and her tongue began working my balls more purposefully, with yet more devastating effects on me! Whatever I’d been about to say in response turned into a grunt followed by some heavy breathing from me.

Sue Ellen took that to be a “yes” and curled her hands behind my head so as to pull my lips into hers for a kiss. Occupied as I was, by Sue Ellen, I wasn’t really aware when everyone pulled back to enjoy the spectacle of Sue Ellen riding me in reverse.

Only Michelle stayed close, since she kept her face pushed into our crotches and kept on giving my balls that “hummer” vibration.

I have to give Sue Ellen a lot of credit: she outdid herself in managing not to cum, despite all of the powerful stimulation she was experiencing. I somehow slipped into a kind of sex trance as I was simultaneously sucked and fucked. As a result, I completely forgot about my command for her not to cum until I gave her my permission. But she didn’t forget, and she kept on fighting the orgasmic urge with all her might.

However, eventually, Sue Ellen simply couldn’t take it anymore. She hated to disturb me, but she was more worried about disobeying my command. She roused me out of my blissful daze by tapping her fingers against my chest.

“Master! Master! Please! Can I? Please?!”

I couldn’t believe this vision of loveliness was reclining naked on my lap before me, with her lips and tongue still hungering to touch mine. She was shivering, trembling, shuddering, and shaking in a desperate struggle to stave off her climax, simply because I’d ordered her to. I glanced down, and was astounded all over again at her fit body and the size of her fantastic breasts.

Then I felt her internal muscles spasm particularly hard as she tried to get my attention. “Master! Please! Please! PLEASE tell me I can cum! I beg you! Please!”

With a jolt, I remembered how I’d commanded her to resist cumming until I gave the word. I also suddenly realized just how badly my body desired to cum too. It seemed that my erotic trance had somehow put my orgasmic need on hold, but now that I was fully conscious again, that need came surging back with a vengeance.

I hadn’t been doing much with my hands besides holding Michelle’s head tightly against my groin (not that she needed any urging!). But I put them on the top of Sue Ellen’s thighs. I shoved her down hard onto my cock, impaling myself into her completely. Then I practically shouted, “CUM!”

And Sue Ellen came.

The way her cunt convulsed and spasmed around my shaft was yet another indescribably pleasurable experience in an evening full of them. If I hadn’t been slipping over the edge into orgasm already, that probably would have done it for me in any case. I suddenly wrapped my arms around her chest, grabbing both of her glorious tits in my hands. I pulled her back hard against me just as I started to shoot.

Sue Ellen was having such a wild and fantastic orgasm that I didn’t think she had any control over her body.

Then I was cumming with her! Oh God! UNGH! What an orgasm! For the ages! I closed my eyes and actually saw stars!

Sue Ellen felt my cum blasting into her vagina and she immediately reacted. She began frantically bouncing up and down on my long pole, and churning her hips for good measure,

Michelle had been keeping her lips busy on my balls, even as they tightened up towards my body and churned frantically. But Sue Ellen’s movements quickly became so physical that Michelle was finally forced to release my balls from her sex-hungry mouth.

Sue Ellen arched her back against my chest, tilted her head back, and screamed like a demon possessed her: “DAAAAAAAN! MAAAAAAASTER!” She kept on screaming for quite a while after that, but she was beyond coherent words. And yet, despite completely giving in to lusty abandon, she somehow kept on bouncing and churning on me!

This joining was such a group event that I’d long lost track of all of the stray hands on my body, and Sue Ellen’s body. But as our mutual orgasm hit a peak, and then a higher peak, and yet another higher peak, I felt more and more hands everywhere. And, as Sue Ellen finally started to slow and come down from her mountain peak of orgasms, the hand-holds turned into hugs.

Before long, we were somehow in a six-person group hug, with Sue Ellen and I in the middle and my cock still fully sheathed inside her. And as the screaming died down, I realized that everyone was crying for joy and emotional release. Everyone, including me!

Dammit, I guess I’m just a big softy when it comes down to it. As much as I felt like I was drowning in an endless ocean of sexual pleasure, I felt even more overcome by the love that surrounded all of us. It was a spiritual moment, a true merging of all of us into one.

With my orgasm finally done, my senses started to fully clear. I was struck by the fact that I was literally surrounded on all sides by busty and beautiful female bodies. Arms, legs, tits, asses - every body part was pressing into me, from every angle! It was heaven! Because it was dark, I couldn’t tell who was who (except obviously for Sue Ellen, who was slumped back against my chest). And that was thrilling in its own way: all of my women had such physically perfect bodies that it was very tough to tell them apart without looking at their faces and their haircuts.

My foremost thought was, My God! That was intense! I hope that’s the end of the ceremony, because nothing could top that!

But that wasn’t the end. In fact, I was to learn that that was just the beginning!

Time passed. My penis grew somewhat flaccid, but because I was all the way in Sue Ellen at the time, we never really separated. One could hear that all the women and I had been breathing very hard, and slowly but surely the panting eased. It was almost like we were one beast breathing together and calming down.

Nobody spoke for several minutes as we all basked in the afterglow of what had happened.

Sue Ellen was resting with the back of her head lying on my shoulder and the side of her face pressed against mine. I couldn’t see her expression, but I could somehow sense her big smile. When she started to stir, I took her chin in my hand and turned her head so we could gaze into each other’s eyes, confirming she was smiling radiantly just as I’d thought.

“Sue Ellen, Cupcake, that was beautiful. Thank you.”

“No! Thank YOU, Master!”

With that, we both had the same idea, and our lips met. Besides, I had to do something fast before she blinded my eyes with the brightness of the smile. I swear, it lit up all of the dark room. We shared a deep, soulful kiss.

When it ended, she chided me in a playful yet kind of serious way. “Never thank me. NEVER! My body exists to serve you. That’s a FACT! The only thanking should be me thanking you for giving me another chance to make you happy. That was WONDERFUL! I love you! So much!”

We couldn’t help but kiss each other again.

I was thinking that I should protest her “don’t thank me” attitude somehow. It wasn’t right for them to all be so focused on me, like that was the end all be all. However, my heart wasn’t in it. Later, maybe. I’d promised not to ruin the ceremony with my objection. Besides, we were all having too much fun!

I still felt hands, arms, and other body parts everywhere. For instance, I realized there had to be two women leaning against the chair behind me, because while Sue Ellen and I kissed, I sensed one head resting on one of my shoulders and another head resting on my other one. Just for fun, I tried to see just how many breasts my wandering hands could reach. I could “only” manage six.

Jesus H. Christ on a pogo stick! How can I not love all this?! I’m experiencing the sorts of sexual pleasures that very few men will ever experience in their lives. And yet, I could see this becoming fairly common for us. Wow!

After such a long and totally satisfying fuck, you’d think that my dick would be done for a while. But I felt it engorging and filling Sue Ellen all the way up again.

Her only reaction was to purr with lusty pleasure and shift her weight around to make sure that I was as deeply buried in her as possible. She kept right on making out with me.

I heard Mindy say, “Sue Ellen, you were great! You really outdid yourself. And the way you handled Michelle with your wise words was an inspiration to us all. Was that everything you wanted it to be?”

Michelle seemed to have forgotten all about her bout of jealousy. “Yeah! The way you kept on churning and lifting your hips all through Daddy’s orgasm? God, that was so inspirational!”

Ruby chimed in, “I can’t wait until I’m doing that!”

Michelle said, “Well, duh. Obviously! But I almost feel like he did fuck me, because I WAS Sue Ellen for a while there. You know?”

“I know. Totally!” Ruby nodded emphatically.

Cindy just chuckled at the excitable girls, and then purred with contentment and cuddled her naked body closer into mine.

But Michelle hadn’t forgotten her earlier outburst after all, because she caressed Sue Ellen’s legs as she said to her, “And thank you for saving me from getting carried away back there. It’s just that my need to get FUCKED by my Daddy already is so great that it’s like I can’t even breathe! But you, you ARE an inspiration! I need to try to be more like you, to be less selfish and demanding. I’m trying. Really!”

Sue Ellen said, “I totally understand. If I were in your shoes, I’m sure I’d behave the exact same way.”