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Reasonable Bounds

Copyright© 2013 by Spacer X

Chapter 13

Humor Sex Story: Chapter 13 - This story is similar to my other epic-length story Six Times a Day in that there is one main male character who gets involved with a number of women. It also has a similar over the top style. The main difference is that the primary character is happily married, and a father instead of a son.

Caution: This Humor Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa   Fa/Fa   Consensual   Romantic   Slavery   Lesbian   Heterosexual   Humor   Incest   Father   Daughter   DomSub   MaleDom   Spanking   Humiliation   Harem   Polygamy/Polyamory   White Couple   White Male   White Female   First   Oral Sex   Anal Sex   Exhibitionism   Big Breasts  

I was sad to see Nicky go. And, I must admit, I was particularly sad to see her all bundled up in clothes as per usual, instead of having her curves gloriously exposed in that cherry red bikini. Wow! I still can’t get over her shucking off the overcoat and revealing herself in high heels and that skimpy bikini. That’s going to be a sight burned into my brain forever. Look but don’t touch and there’s no problem, right? Hell, I think red is my favorite color now!

Sue Ellen, Cindy, and I lingered at the foyer by the front door until we heard the sound of the car carrying the others away.

The two of them immediately started taking their clothes off! As they did so, Sue Ellen said to Cindy, like I wasn’t even there, “Master’s cock has been stiff without any help for far too long. How should we take care of him?”

Cindy replied while unsnapping her bra already - she was working fast! “I’ve been giving that a lot of thought. Since it’s the two of us, I think a dual cocksuck is the best way to share. We need to slobber and slurp our way all over it, until he blasts a creamy load on our faces!” She tossed her bra aside and pulled her skirt and panties down.

Sue Ellen was working even faster. She was already nude and gathering up the discarded clothes. “I love that idea, of course, but I reckon Master has had his cock sucked too often lately. I think he needs to FUCK us some more!” She finally looked at me. “Which would you prefer, Master? How can your cock slaves best serve you?”

That last comment seemed to trigger some deep submissive urge within them. They both dropped to their knees, with Sue Ellen dropping the clothes she was holding along the way.

Within seconds, their naked bodies were kneeling side by side and right in front of me. Their backs were slightly arched to emphasize their impressive racks, and their hands were folded together right on the tops of their heads.

I thought, Hot damn! With Nicky here, things have been kind of almost normal. But the minute she steps out the door, BAM! Right back to my cock slave harem life. Wow!

It seems so unreal. But what I need to remember is that this is the new reality now. THIS is my life - lucky me! The normality when Nicky’s around, that’s a facade. This is my life!

Feeling emboldened (as well as engorged and aroused!), I said, “Nice. Good slaves. But I have a question. What position is that? It’s like Position Number Three, but you have your hands above your head instead of behind your back.”

Cindy happily explained, “It’s actually Position Number Five. We got together and did some renumbering beyond the four basic positions. We made this one number five because we figure we’re going to use it so very, very often. I hope you don’t mind, Master?”

There was no hiding the fire of lust in Cindy’s eyes. That surprised me. With Sue Ellen, she’d been my cock slave practically from the day I met her, so that’s how I thought of her. But I still usually thought of Cindy as a normal non-submissive suburban mother, because that’s how I’d known her for years and years. It was very, very hard for me to change that perception.

Looking between the two of them, I couldn’t deny that Cindy loved being a cock slave every bit as much as Sue Ellen did. In fact, despite the age difference, their bodies looked remarkably similar. Cindy could have passed for being in her early twenties, easily. She had the hard body of a college student trying out for the volleyball team. And Sue Ellen was even more fit. I’d heard a mention or two of her playing volleyball, and it wouldn’t have surprised me to discover she was on her university’s volleyball team. She was the sweetest Georgia peach, but I also knew she could kick my ass in a fight!

I nodded. “Of course I don’t mind.” To tell the truth, I didn’t know any of the positions beyond the first four, but I made a mental note to remember this one. I pulled my khaki shorts all the way down and off, letting my erection poke straight out.

To my great delight, both of my cock slaves eagerly licked their lips. It was a toss-up which one looked more like a cock-hungry, sultry vixen. How could I not love this?!

I was getting a big kick just watching them kneeling there and eagerly gawking at every last twitch and bounce of my hard-on. To stall for time, I asked, “Cupcake, did you agree with this renumbering?”

She tore her gaze away to look up at my face. “Yes, Master! It was a close call between this and what became Position Number Six. Mindy had to step in to break the tie vote. But I think this one is better, because we’re going to be sucking or titfucking you so very often, especially in twos or threes or fours.”

She added with growing excitement, “And this pose symbolizes our total submission to your superior domination, as well as our eagerness to serve your cock with our tongues and lips and breasts at any time!”

Man, I was glad I asked that. As if I wasn’t aroused enough already! A thought occurred to me, “So what’s Position Number Six now?”

Cindy answered before Sue Ellen could. “That’s a great one! You’ll love it. That’s where we lie back, perhaps on a bed, with our legs pulled back towards our head. The key is we keep our legs perfectly straight and spread open wide, like we’re making a ninety-degree angle with them.”

Sue Ellen, her heavy, bare breasts already heaving with excitement, cut in to add, “What better position for us to show just how much our bodies are there to get FUCKED?! By you and only you, our great master! With our legs spread wide like that, our cunts will open wide too, showing just how much we’re ready to be filled by the thick and stiff King!”

Now, both girls were panting hard. Heck, I was starting to breathe a little heavily myself. Their hands on their heads made the sight of their heaving chests even more alluring than usual.

The silence stretched out. I wasn’t sure what the proper “master protocol” was in this situation. It dawned on me that they were waiting for me to say or decide something. I asked, “So, what is it going to be? Since you two have been such good and obedient slaves, unlike certain other slaves whose names we won’t mention” - they giggled at that since it was clear I was referring to the Gruesome Twosome - “I will leave it up to you.”

Cindy and Sue Ellen looked at each other and both started talking a mile a minute at the same time. But then they stopped, and Cindy said, “Let’s not waste time with Master’s cock stiff and needing our love and attention! You’re still the birthday girl of sorts; you choose!”

“Okay!” Sue Ellen looked back at my boner, as if that would help her pick. “I know! Why not have it all? I say we START with a double cocksuck, MOVE to a double titfuck, and then FINISH with a double fucking!”

“I like how you think!” Cindy started to move forward, acting as if she needed my thick dick down her throat like she needed air to breathe. (Whereas ironically, doing that would make it very hard for her to breathe at all, and only through her nose.)

I quickly put my hands over my crotch so I could get a word in edgewise before they started. “Wait! I like the plan, a lot, but not here. What if they come home early? Let’s gather up our clothes and move upstairs first, so we don’t have to worry about being interrupted.”

So that’s what we did, and quickly. It was hard to say who was more excited.

I was continually surprised by Cindy and her cock slave enthusiasm. Even a few days ago she was showing some jaded reserve, some lingering idea that a mother her age shouldn’t be acting like this. That was totally gone! I reminded myself for what seemed like the hundredth time that I needed to wipe clean all of my preconceived notions of her. I was much more like she was Ruby’s older sister without the willful and troublesome aspect.

We soon found ourselves completely naked and lying in the middle of the extra large bed in my bedroom. Sue Ellen and Cindy sprawled all over my legs and jointly feasted on my cock. It was like they were both overjoyed to be reacquainting themselves with it after missing it for all of ... several hours! They even mumbled things to my cock while licking and stroking it, such as “I’ve missed you SO much!” and even “King, did you miss me?”

Should I be worried that my women were increasingly treating my penis like it was another person? Weird! I wasn’t complaining though, because whatever they were thinking, it made them extremely excited and inspired.

I kicked back, sitting up against the headboard with my hands behind my head while they took turns swallowing my shaft and bobbing down it. But they were “full service” - when one was doing the bobbing, the other was doing everything else, taking care of my balls and the rest of my shaft. It was clear that the two of them had some cock slave sharing protocol they were following, and it was working to perfection!

I made sure to sit up because I wanted to enjoy the sexy sights as well as the sexy touch. It was a total kick to see one of them crane her mouth wide open, dive down on it, bob on it for a minute or two, and then pull off and hand it to the other one. Sometimes the one who was waiting for a turn would break off from licking the rest and make hungry erotic noises while she stared needfully until the other one got the message and switched off.

It didn’t really matter which was which, because both of them acted exactly the same. In fact, sometimes I spaced out due to the sheer overwhelming pleasure and spaced out about who had “bobbing duty” and who had “shaft and balls duty.” This was especially true since both of them had similar haircuts, although it was true that Cindy’s hair was red and Sue Ellen’s was dirty blonde.

Nobody really spoke at all for a few minutes. Then out of the blue, while we were taking a little strategic break, Cindy asked Sue Ellen, “By the way, did you hear about the latest King Dong attack?”

Sue Ellen’s face lit up like that was the best news ever. “No! What?! Tell me all!”

Cindy spent the next couple of minutes describing my so-called “King Dong attack” on her and Mindy. She didn’t even get halfway through her story though before both of them became so hot and bothered that the break came to a sudden end. All talk ceased while they went to town on my cock and balls with renewed vigor.

I really didn’t understand the whole “King Dong” popularity phenomenon. But at least in this case I had to admit that I had gotten so aroused and excited that I’d lost all control. So I could see they had a point. Still, it wasn’t like I had a two-sided “Dr, Jekyll and Mr. Hyde” aspect to my personality, at least not more than any normal person put into very tempting situations.

At one point, I asked Sue Ellen while Cindy was having her next bobbing turn, “Cupcake, I see some tears sliding down your cheeks. That makes me sad. Is it really that tough to suck on a dick as this as mine?”

Surprisingly, she answered brightly. “Oh, yes!” She stopped lapping on my balls so she could look up and make eye contact with me. “It’s VERY tough. I pretty much cry every time, especially when I have to repeatedly engulf it like this. Look at Cindy, she’s crying a little too. She and I don’t have the extensive dildo training that the others do. Well, not counting Mindy who trained on the real McCoy.” She winked through her smile.

She went on, “I’m touched that you’re concerned, but don’t be. This is how I prefer it, how I love it! If the King somehow got a little thinner and easier to fit in my mouth, I’d be disappointed, honest. I love how I’m forced to go all out, every single time. The struggle is a constant reminder that my master has the most superior cock and so he needs the most superior service!”

Just then, Cindy ended her turn. After they traded places, Cindy had a chance to speak. “What she said. I much prefer it this way too. The greater the challenge, the greater the reward. Think back on your life to some of your best memories, when you had a supreme challenge, maybe you bit off slightly more than you could chew, but then you rose to the task and did what needed to be done. Wasn’t that ten times more satisfying?”

I was thinking back, trying to recall times like that, when Cindy came up with an example for me. “For instance, remember when you and Cindy went on that weekend hike a couple of years ago? You thought it was going to be easy, but you didn’t take into account the big elevation change. Then you ran into more trouble, like part of the trail being washed out and having to go the long way.”

I vividly recalled that, and said, “Yeah. It was supposed to be a ten mile hike over two days, but it ended being more like thirty. That’s not so bad, I’ve done longer in a weekend, but it was thirty miles of nothing but switchbacks! All up and down steep mountain sides. What a disaster!”

She grinned up at me while she fondled my balls with her fingers. “True. I know about it because both you and Mindy loved to complain about it for a long time after. But when you finally made it back, didn’t you have the greatest feeling of satisfaction, of accomplishment? I bring it up because I remember you saying how you actually enjoyed it in a weird way. Didn’t you call it ‘strangely exhilarating?’”

I thought back. “I did. All my muscles ached, but in a ‘hurt so good’ kind of way. I was definitely living life to the fullest that weekend.”

“A-ha! Well, it’s just like that for us, every single time. We have to bring our A-game, do our absolute best, just to hang in there and keep sucking. But then we have to step our efforts up a notch or two above that to get you moaning and breathing hard like you should. Look at us now. We’ve been at it for ten minutes now, and you’re having no trouble talking. That means we’ve gotta step it up ANOTHER notch! In fact, Sue Ellen, please let me at it again. I’m feeling extra inspired!”

Sue Ellen pulled off, and Cindy immediately took over. They shared a loving look as they made the transfer.

After wiping the cum from her chin, Sue Ellen pouted, “Awww. Drat. I was feeling all extra inspired too. Master, all I can say is ‘ditto’ to all that. The bottom line is, don’t worry about the tears. I don’t even wipe ‘em away anymore, since I like to wear ‘em like a badge of honor. If I’m not crying at least a little bit, that tells me I’m not trying hard enough. I need to concentrate and use MORE suction, MORE fancy tongue work, MORE head twisting and turning and bobbing. More of everything!”

She flashed me one of her radiant smiles. “It’s THE BEST! To me, it’s one of my favorite things to do EVER! Everything is right in my world when I’m naked and kneeling and bobbing on the King, especially if I’m sharing, like I am now. And when I’m not with you, I often find myself fantasizing about all the different moves I’m gonna use on you next time. I’d love it even if you didn’t cum at the end. But then when you do, and all that hard work is rewarded with a spermy facial bath, that’s the very best of the best!”

Cindy had her eyes closed and seemed totally preoccupied flirting with choking and gagging on my thickness. But apparently she was listening in, because she gave a brief thumbs up to indicate her wholehearted agreement.

I didn’t know what to say to that. I had trouble understanding their passion, although Cindy’s hiking trip comparison helped. I certainly didn’t want to say anything discouraging, because they made me feel so very, very good for so long. It was practically like an endless orgasm.

I thought about Cindy’s observation that I wasn’t having any difficulty talking (or breathing) despite their great prolonged efforts, and I realized they were right. Strangely, I wasn’t feeling ANY urge to cum any time soon. Both of them were giving it all they had, and yet even with their combined forces, I felt like I could last forever! Talk about being the king of the world! I knew we had a solid hour, at least, since the others were supposed to return in an hour and a half. I had my alarm clock near me, and I was planning to use nearly all of that time before cumming. I wasn’t too worried because if they did come home early, I could hear the garage door opening and have time to get us all presentable (or at least hide!).

Could this really be a big part of my future? Mindy’s a great cocksucker, but there’s only one of her. A blowjob felt like a special treat, even though she did them fairly often. But with her plus FOUR cock slaves, I’m gonna have my cock sucked at least once a day for years to come! Probably multiple times a day, with more than one mouth of me at a time! Exactly like this, in fact. And between my growing stamina and their endless passion and determination, we could be setting some kind of new record or something. I’m gonna be so sexually spoiled that it’s nuts. It’s so amazing that it actually makes me dizzy!

A few more minutes of sexual bliss passed. Things were humming along wonderfully when the phone rang. The land line receiver happened to be on the bed stand right next to me, so I reached out and answered it before really thinking about the wisdom of doing that.

Wouldn’t you know it? It was Nicky, of all people! “Hey, Dad.”

“Hey, Muffin.” I thanked my lucky stars that I was still breathing relatively normally. Sure, hearing her voice made me panicky, but I forced myself to act cool and sound cool. After all, how could she possibly know what was going on?

I should have just said “Hey,” though. Sue Ellen had obviously picked up on my nickname for Nicky, because she happened to be the one bobbing on me, and as soon as she realized I was speaking to Nicky, she immediately redoubled her efforts! She started bobbing faster, and with much, much more suction! Damn! She’s trying to suck my dick clean off! This is bad! I hope she at least has the smarts to stay relatively quiet about it.

Nicky asked, “So, what are you up to?”

“Oh, you know. Just hanging out and relaxing.” Technically, that was true. She didn’t have to know HOW I was relaxing, or just how great I felt! I wanted to get the phone call over with quickly, so I asked, “Can I help you with something?”

“You can. We’re at Macy’s, and Mom had me call you. There’s a sale on blue jeans, and she figures that while we’re here, we should pick up a pair for you. She wants to know your size though. Wait, she’s asking something. She wants to know: have you grown? You know, around your waist?”

I had a hard time not groaning, very loudly and erotically. Dammit! I can already tell what my naughty, naughty wife was doing. She knows with near certainty that I’m having sex with my two hotties. How could I not after I’d gotten so worked up by the pool? So she has Nicky ask me what seemed to all appearances to be perfectly normal questions, but which actually have sexual double meanings. Such as asking about how much I’d “grown.”

I’m not going to let her get to me, though! I can play along just fine, thank you very much.

I asked Nicky, “Where is she?”

“Oh, she’s standing right here with me. But she’s buried in clothes, so she’s having me handle the phone.”

How convenient. Then I answered, “Tell her that I’ve definitely grown.”

There was a pause, and then Nicky said, “She says that’s not good. She says you need to exercise more so you’ll get firm and hard.”

“Tell her that I’m firm and hard enough already.”

I heard Nicky’s voice away from the phone, repeating to Mindy, “Dad says that he’s firm and hard already.” Then I heard Mindy say with delight, “I’ll bet he is!”

Okay, maybe I was wrong: this WAS getting to me! Even though Nicky had no idea what she was talking about, the fact that she effectively was talking about my penis couldn’t help but arouse me. And Cindy had just taken over bobbing duty from Sue Ellen yet again, and she was bobbing with just as much suction and even faster!

Sweet Jesus! I need to get off the line before I start panting like a creepy obscene phone caller. Things are getting out of hand!

Nicky said, “Mom says that she’s not surprised that you’re firm and hard, and she’s proud of you for that. And she knows just how wide you are too. So she figures you can just wear your usual size. But she can’t remember how long you are.”

I grunted. “You want to know how long I am too?”

“Yeah, and hurry, please. I’ve got a lot of shopping to do, and not much time to do it in.”

Ugh! This is killing me! And now Cin is doing a corkscrew twist thing that’s gonna make me blow my load before long! But I can’t even allow myself to so much as pant. FUCK!

Nicky obviously had no clue about the secret sexual subtext, and that was both a relief and somehow even MORE arousing. I said, “Look, I don’t know just how long I am. I’m not wearing pants right now. Tell Mindy to make her best guess.”

Nicky obviously didn’t ask Mindy that, and instead asked me, “Can’t you just go to your bedroom and check? I can wait.”

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