The scene in the dining area was utter chaos, and Hamish was not a happy man.  He stood, having dropped a weighty tome about psychology onto the table to get everyone to stop talking all at once.  On one side of the table were Rebecca, Sophie, and I – with me being in the middle of the threesome - literally.  The other side consisted of Hamish, Simone, my mother Helena, and the omnipresent Carter or Al, as he now preferred to be called since he’d become a thing with my mom.  We all looked startled by the sudden report made by the book and then looked wide-eyed around at everyone else… 

Then we all fell about laughing.

“OK, OK,” Hamish succumbed to the hilarity around him.  A good-natured smile donned his chiselled face as he gave Sophie the prize-winning cheese for correctly answering the last Trivial Pursuit question.

“The capital of Australia is Canberra, not Sydney, as I stated so vehemently…  Congratulations to my beautiful daughter and her two partners,” Hamish said, raising his glass of eggnog and draining it swiftly.  A look of pride came over his face as he regarded Becky. He pondered his following words carefully.

“Rebecca, ever since you were old enough to understand the concept of Christmas, we’ve had a tradition of opening one present on Christmas Eve,” he paused, refilling his glass with the more than slightly alcoholic brew that Al had concocted earlier in the day.  Having taken a deep draft from his glass, he continued to speak.

“Today marks the first Christmas since adding three new family members.  Please give me a moment,” Hamish said. He disappeared into the utility room before reappearing shortly with six boxes of varying sizes, all beautifully wrapped and with labels showing who the lucky recipient was to be.  He sorted through the pile and handed the box he was looking for to his wife, Simone.

She undid the tidily wrapped parcel to reveal a striking pair of diamond earrings cut into the shape of hearts. 

“Thank you, darling!  They’re beautiful,” Simone gushed, removing her simple gold studs to replace them with the valuable baubles.

Hamish looked pleased with his wife’s appreciation of his gift.

Sophie leaned towards me and whispered loud enough for all present to hear, “That’s him getting a blow job tonight,” I couldn’t help but chuckle at the image.

I saw a cheeky grin flash over Hamish’s’ face.  He’d heard Sophie, as she’d intended, but continued about his task, delving through his collection of boxes before presenting my mother with her gift.

Mom carefully undid the bow sealing the box, and her face became a picture as a similarly sized pair of pearl earrings appeared. 

“Hamish, thank y’all so much!  These are mighty fine.”  Her Georgia accent was so out of place in the gathering it was comical, but no one cared.

“I know you don’t have pierced ears, Helena, so these are clip-ons for you,” Hamish informed my mother.

I will say one thing for Hamish – he knows how to pick a gift.  As my mother was born in June, the pearl was one of her birthstones.

I guessed that Hamish was going down the line regarding age and relationship.  His wife had to be first, followed by my mom.  If the pattern were to follow, it would be Becky next, as she was his daughter…

“Rebecca, you should be next to receive your gift, but I want you to wait until the end.  You’ll understand why when the time is right.”  Becky looked at her father with such love and affection that I half expected her to cry. 

“OK, Daddy, that’s OK with me,” was her brief reply.

Next in the line should be Sophie, as she was a lady, and Hamish was a stickler for tradition, no matter how old-fashioned or un-PC the sentiment may be in the modern world.

“Oli, my boy.  You have made Rebecca exceptionally happy for the last year, and I am grateful that you have been beyond reproach with your manners and chivalry,” another sip of eggnog followed, more for effect than anything else I suspected.

“Please accept this gift as a small token of my gratitude for looking after my baby so well.”

He passed a slightly larger box over the table to me.  Like the others, I took care in opening the gift and was very surprised to see a Tag Heuer Formula One X Chronograph.  I was speechless!  I needed a new watch and had suggested to Becky that would be all I needed this year.  I never expected to receive such an extravagant watch.

“Hamish, I… Thank you.”  Was all I could manage – dumbfounded at his generosity.

Next was Sophie. Hamish welcomed her to the household when she’d transferred from CalTech to finish her studies at Yale. Like me, she’d moved in under Hamish’s nose—not that he minded. The fact that I was biologically related to him had no bearing on his decision, I hoped.

“I know you have been having issues with your phone since dropping your current one.  Please accept this as a replacement with my humble thanks for making Rebecca as happy as Oli.”  He handed the elongated box to Sophie and watched expectantly as she undid the wrapping as carefully as we had.

“Oh my god!  A new iPhone.”  Sophie squealed with delight. 

Sophie was something of a social media butterfly.  She loved nothing more than posting tasteful but extremely suggestive pictures on Snap, Insta, FB—you name it, she was most likely there.  Since her old phone got totalled, she’d been unable to edit her pictures due to the very cracked screen correctly and had moped about the house like a sulky preteen.

“Thank you so much, Daddy ‘H’.  Best. Gift. Ever!” 

Her enthusiasm was infectious, and soon, all were smiling, especially at the ‘Daddy H’ moniker she’d bestowed upon Hamish.  I don’t think he minded at all.  I know Simone didn’t, judging she was silently sizing Sophie up on the sly.  More than once, Simone had dropped some not-so-subtle hints that she’d love for Sophie to play with her and Hamish, not just with Becky and me.  However, Sophie wasn’t down for that, citing there was just ‘too much of an age gap’.

The truth was, Sophie was down for anything, but Becky had warned Sophie months ago on her arrival about Simone and her trying to seduce all of Becky’s earlier boyfriends, most recently me.  So, Sophie played the dumb blond girl part to a tee and ducked all of Simone’s advances, pretending they flew over her head.

The last two boxes were similar in size.  Hamish faced Al and presented him with one of them.  Al was curious – in all his years of service to the family, he’d wanted for nothing.  He lived rent-free in sumptuous luxury at the house and was, by his admission, incredibly happy with his lot.  What, then, could Hamish be offering as a gift?   Al opened the box as carefully as we all had our own.  Puzzled, he found a simple door key in a crushed velvet lining.

“Cart…”  Hamish stopped himself before carrying on.  “Al, sorry – You have served this family faithfully for years as if it were your own.  You have our utmost gratitude for your tireless devotion.”  All eyes were riveted to Hamish.

“You will always be considered a part of the family,” Hamish finished his eggnog. This gift is more symbolic than anything else, but I think it's high time you enjoyed your life with your new partner.  Consider this a… retirement gift from us all.”  Everyone sat silent, stunned into speechlessness.  Was Hamish firing Al on Christmas Eve?  Surely not.

“Sir, I thank you, but I have no intentions of retiring.  Have I made some terrible error?”  Al sat for a moment and considered the meaning of this gift. 

Hamish regarded the one constant in his life, older than everyone at the table except my mother, and that was only through marriage to his twin brother. 

“Al, firstly… I must ask you to call me Hamish.  Sir is a title for your employer, not a friend.  Secondly, I cannot repay the debt I owe you for your meticulous care and attention to my family, which you have unwaveringly provided us for the last quarter of a century.”  Hamish had tears in his eyes at this point.

“Sir, I don’t understand…”  Al was about to protest further, but Hamish held his hand up to ask for patience.

“Al, this key is not only symbolic. Yes, it symbolises the start of new beginnings with Helena. But the key in your hand is to the property next door. A new valet will start in the new year and will require some light education in the running of the house. I am certain you’ll manage his education admirably.”  We were all looking at Hamish, utterly dumbfounded.

“I’m not firing you, Al; you’re to be my new head valet, with off-site accommodations and a fifteen per cent pay increase.  Merry Christmas!”

Raucous applause broke out around the table as poor Al looked like a deer caught in the headlights of an eighteen-wheeler barrelling down the road at him.  Everyone offered their congratulations on his ‘promotion’.

“Oh… one last thing. The Maybach is now in your name.”  Al looked on, utterly speechless.  The usually unflappable and perpetually calm Al was completely and understandably lost for words for the first time.

We all knew it was retirement, but Al was immensely proud, and Hamish knew Al would hate to think he’d been retired.  This way – he would still be involved with the family he’d so faithfully served for most of his adult life but would now play an even more significant role in it, rather than ‘just’ a valet.  It also meant he would live his own life with my mom.  I watched as Mom gently rested her head on Al’s shoulder, her blonde hair contrasting with his dinner jacket.  There was a huge grin splitting her beautiful face from ear to ear.  She was genuinely happy; it was nice to see.

Hamish tried to calm the room so he could bestow the final gift of the evening.  It was fast approaching midnight, but Santa had already deposited such wondrous gifts.

“Now, for my darling little girl, Rebecca, now not so little and with not one, but two loving partners by her side,” He paused, taking in the view of all three of us sitting across the large dining table from him. 

“You are indeed a lucky young woman, Rebecca.  You are as beautiful as you are intelligent.  Brava!  If I’m not very much mistaken, your present awaits you outside?”  Hamish turned to face Al, who was still technically employed by the household, albeit in a much more relaxed manner.

“Yes, Sir... Sorry – old habits die hard…  Yes, Hamish - everything is as you’ve asked.”  Al replied amiably.

“Very well then, to the driveway.”  Hamish directed.

We wandered from the dining room through the marbled foyer to the front doors.  Al opened the heavy wooden portal so that all could exit freely.  The unmistakable shape of a car of some description sat in the driveway under a white tarp.  Hamish reached into his pocket, retrieved a little box, and presented it to Becky.

Excitedly, Becky took the box gently from her father and opened it to reveal a key fob for the vehicle.  The logo emblazoned on it read Range Rover.  Becky hurried down the marble steps to the waiting car and dramatically removed the tarp with a flourish to reveal a brand-new Range Rover HSE in Batumi Gold.

“Daddy!!!  It’s perfect.  Thank you,” she shrieked.  All the while she was talking, she was running up the steps to her father to fling her arms about his neck and hug him tight.

We all descended the steps to inspect Becky’s new car.  It came fully loaded with an entertainment system, an entire leather interior, a sunroof, GPS, and all the trimmings.  The damned thing even had two fridges in it—one in the front and one in the rear.  We must have spent a good hour looking over the vehicle.  It just screamed refinement.  So typically, Hamish.

It was getting chilly as snow began to fall lightly.  I wrapped my arms around Rebecca and Sophie and steered them towards the house.  Everyone else followed in short order.

“Come on, ladies, my present to you both is upstairs,” I whispered loud enough for Becky and Sophie to hear.

“Oooh, goody,” they replied in unison.

~~~~~~{}~~~~~~

Al and I had spent the last two weeks designing and refining a portable wooden rack using three-by-two-inch pine to construct the form of an X.  Each lower leg of the X had a support that folded out, allowing the whole contraption to tilt back at an angle of 25° from vertical.  He asked no questions, but I could tell by the wry grin on his face while we were working in the garage and talking about his experiences that he knew exactly what I had in mind.  God, I love that man for his impeccable discretion. 

Each of the X's arms had holes cut out to allow the attachment of soft restraints, like silk scarves, or harsher options, like coarse ropes or hinged steel brackets. The whole thing collapsed for easy positioning and was deceptively lighter than it looked.

“Oooh, you’re a kinky little fucker, aren't you?” Sophie said, smiling wickedly. 

We had all played with scarves and blindfolds, but this was taking it to the next level.  Think more ‘Fifty Shades’ but the beginners’ class; you’re almost there. 

“I want to go first!” Squealed Becky, clapping her hands and delighted with my ‘gift’ to us all.  I knew I was in for a show and a half, as Becky was equally strong-willed as Sophie.  It promised to be a session of EPIC proportions.

Sophie assumed the role of Dom, which is hardly surprising given her complete absence of inhibition and ‘take-charge’ attitude in everything she does.  She disappeared into the walk-in closet and appeared a few minutes later wearing an exceptionally sexy black basque, black fishnet hold-ups and no panties.  To complete the ensemble, a pair of six-inch black patent stilettoes.  In her left hand, she held a cat-o'-nine-tails that we’d purchased a few months ago to make bedroom fun a little more intense, shall we say.

Despite myself, I giggled as we’d recently watched ‘The Rocky Horror Picture Show’, and I couldn’t help but recall Tim Curry’s character ‘Dr. Frank’n’furter’, freakishly aped by Sophie, who now stood before me.  My cock became rock-hard at the sight.  Sophie in sexy lingerie, and Becky, who had now stripped naked and was waiting for her instructions.  I needed to adjust myself to become more comfortable.

“Alexa, ‘Dungeon mode’,” Sophie barked in quite a scary voice. 

I found myself becoming more aroused by this fascinating new side of her never-ending libido. The main bedroom light and the accent lights at once turned bright red, and Alexa started to play the sounds of a dungeon. Muffled cries of anguish and the quiet rattling of chains wafted over the speakers in the room. This was a surprise for both Rebecca and me, and I was impressed with Sophie’s ingenuity.  The stage was set, and all the players were in place.

“Assume the position, prisoner.  Face outward towards me!”  Sophie commanded Becky by prodding the ‘Cat into her chest.  Becky had no choice but to obey, facing out so she could see what was happening, spread-eagled on the frame Al and I had constructed. 

Becky had a massive smile on her face.  This was one of her biggest fantasies; bondage on a bed was no longer ‘stimulating’ enough for Becky.  Her hopes of watching proceedings were dashed as Sophie handed her a sleep mask that would act as an amazingly effective blindfold.

“Aww, Soph, I want to watch,” Becky grumbled. She was disappointed with this turn of events.

“SILENCE!”  Sophie barked, clearly getting into character and loving it immensely. 

“Thrall One, secure the prisoner!”  Sophie looked at me and winked, showing that I, too, was to be involved in this delightfully naughty game I’d started.

“Prisoner.  You will place the blindfold and ensure it is secure.” Sophie’s voice was harsh, cold, and unfeeling.  My cock twitched again. I felt it was about to explode.  It was holding too much blood already. 

I played along, adopting the persona that Sophie had bestowed on me with a willingness that surprised me.

“As you desire, Mistress.”  I purred in supplication to her role. 

“Thrall One, you are far too clothed.  Disrobe at once!”  Sophie commanded, then licked her cherry-red lips as she looked at me. Becky was doing the same, I noticed, but blindfolded.  I realised that Becky must have been undressing me in her mind.

I disrobed hurriedly and approached the frame, preparing to restrain Becky.  As I passed Sophie, she gave me a playful tap on the ass with the whip she was holding.  I was both shocked and disturbingly aroused as the sharp pain warmed my exposed cheeks.

“Be more prepared, Thrall. I won't be so forgiving next time!” Sophie crowed imperiously. 

“As you command, Mistress!”  I said, hoping my voice contained sufficient reverence to placate my new Mistress.

“Excellent, Thrall One.  Proceed with the bonding.  I think we shall use the silks first.”  There was such a lascivious look on Sophie's face, enhanced dramatically by the red lighting casting menacing shadows on one half of her beautiful face.  All that was needed now was a pair of Devil horns, and this could be a scene from a BDSM movie.

Over the last year, we’d collected quite a menagerie of toys, ropes, trusses, and face masks.  I moved to a small footlocker that held them and removed four bright red silk scarves about three feet long.  As I approached, Sophie gave me a quick whack with the whip again, a little more forcefully.

“You are moving too slowly, Thrall One!  I am eager to begin, and you are delaying my… fun!”  Sophie said the word fun with such desire it was highly erotic. 

“Yes, Mistress.  At once!”  The sting of the cat was still tingling on my ass cheeks.  I did not doubt that I now had welts and would soon need a soft cushion or two to sit comfortably.

I started binding Becky to the frame, beginning with her deliciously delicate ankles.  Once I was sure the binding was secure, I moved to Becky’s elegant wrists.  As I attached the last binding, I whispered in her ear so that Sophie couldn’t hear. 

“Are you OK, Becky? We can stop at any time; say ‘Gorilla’.”  Gorilla was the safe word we’d all agreed upon should this situation become a reality rather than a fantasy. 

“I know, honey.  I’m so fucking wet right now.  I dreamed how horny this would get me.” She paused for a breath.

“I need a good fucking right now!”  I reached down between Becky’s legs and could feel a river of her nectar running down her thigh.  I lifted my hand slightly and grazed her swollen labia with my index finger.  Becky tried to suppress a sharp intake of breath and a moan, but failed and was busted by Sophie. 

Sophie caught my actions red-handed.  There I was, with my hands between Becky’s legs, reaching for the figurative cookie jar.  Sophie was not happy.

“Thrall One.  Stop that at once,” the cat graced my buttocks once more, and I yelped in equal parts delight and pain.  Sophie had found the sweet spot on the pleasure/pain divide.  My yelping confirmed how much she needed to apply to me. 

“I did not permit you to touch the prisoner. Come here and put this collar on.”  Sophie barked her command with such authority that I wanted to comply.

I stepped back from Becky and stood beside Sophie.  I picked up the collar and placed it about my neck.  It was about two inches wide and had metal studs around the circumference.  As I finished fastening it, Sophie attached a leash to the collar and told me to get on my hands and knees.

Once I was situated at her feet, she sat on my lower back, grinding her hairless pussy on my spine.  I could feel how wet she was.  There was also something hard pushing into my coccyx.  I struggled to figure out what it was. It was clear to me that all of this was turning her into a raging horn-bitch, too.  I was so happy that both my women were delighted with my labours and were playing their characters with gusto.

After a minute or two of hard grinding, Sophie must have climaxed, as my back got very wet suddenly.  The smell of decadence and sex permeated the air.  Sophie was a squirter and a screamer if the stimulus was right.  This time, however, she never made a sound. 

Sophie stood, looking at me with a massive grin on her face.  She was loving it. 

“Thrall One, you may stand,” Sophie commanded, so I obeyed.

I reached around my back and dragged my fingers through the moisture that was running into my ass crack.  I sucked my fingers, looking right into Sophie’s eyes. 

“You taste so sweet, Mistress.  Thank you.”  I swear I could feel my pupils constrict at the taste of Sophie's cum on my tongue.  This was way better than any drug, legal or otherwise.

“You are welcome, Thrall One. Now, you will attend to me.”  Sophie showed me that I should join her.  She gently pulled on the leash attached to my collar.

I stood beside Sophie, who stood directly in front of Becky.  Sophie reached up and placed the head of the cat between Becky’s tits and slowly began to drag the whip down towards her pussy. 

“Thrall One.  You may feast on the prisoner’s left nipple for thirty seconds,” Sophie commanded.  Now bringing the whip back up between Becky’s ample tits.

I positioned myself in front of Becky and leaned forward.  Just as I was about to reach the nipple, I stopped, held back by the leash.  I groaned internally and thrust out my tongue so I could lick Becky’s extremely erect nipple with just the tip of my tongue.  I glanced to my right and saw such a wickedly delighted look on Sophie’s face it made my cock twitch once again. 

I was aching for release as my balls were getting heavier and heavier, having not cum for a few days before this.  The wonderful thing about being in a closed triad is that you can cry off intimacy for a while, and no one gets frustrated.  Becky and Sophie are delighted to entertain themselves and do so voraciously.  I occasionally joined in and gave them cunnilingus and finger fucked them, but I’d denied them access to my cock, telling them it was ‘sore’.

After the allotted time, Sophie dragged me backwards and instructed me to resume kneeling while she moved closer to Becky.  Her lips were mere fractions of an inch away from Becky’s; their lips were ruby red and sexy.  Both ladies possessed lips that looked like they could suck a golf ball through a hose.  The sight was driving me to distraction as I whimpered quietly.

Sophie looked down at me, seeing my cock in my hand. 

“Very well, if you must, but don’t cum!”  Sophie had a dangerous tone to her voice, but the look on her face was pure decadence.  I wasn’t entirely sure she was playing any longer. 

“Thrall One.  Kneel behind me and sit on your feet.  This is not for your eyes.” 

“Very well, Mistress, as you wish,” I played along, regardless.  I was having the time of my life.

Having repositioned myself, Sophie turned back to Becky, her tongue poking out very slightly.  Sophie ran her tongue over Becky’s slightly parted lips.  When Becky tried to return the kiss, as is natural, Sophie pulled her head back.  Of course, Becky couldn’t see anything; her other senses enhanced dramatically.

Sophie moved back in and licked Becky’s lips once again; this time, however, Becky had cottoned on to the play and restrained herself from trying to find her lover’s tongue.  Becky started to moan.

“The prisoner will be silent!”  Sophie whispered before she started to track her tongue down Becky’s trembling body, bending ever lower as she bent from the hips, sticking her ass out seductively.  She was dropping her head ever lower.  From my vantage point, if I leaned slightly to one side, I could see Becky’s legs from between Sophie’s dangling labia.  I was pleased to know that they were both glistening with their honey.  This was an enormous success, and I was overjoyed that Becky was the first of us to get to ‘play’.

Sophie paused her descent at the nipple level and helped herself to Becky’s right tit, sucking and nibbling on it hungrily.  Her left hand found the spare tit and started to knead it.  Shortly, I heard Becky yelp as Sophie bit into a nipple.  For a moment, I was concerned, waiting for the Gorilla to spoil things.  After a brief while, I heard a long, drawn-out ‘oooh’ from Becky, and I relaxed; the game could continue.

After a few more minutes of nibbling and kneading, swapping sides occasionally, Sophie resumed her descent.  Sophie circled Becky’s navel piercing a few times and finally reached the cleft that began the start of Becky’s pussy, and home to the clitoral hood.

“Thrall One, you will stand and support my hips.”  Sophie was planning something.

I stood as commanded and heard Becky’s sharp intake of breath as she tensed in anticipation of Sophie’s tongue reaching her most sensitive spot.  However, it was I that got the surprise as on my way up past Sophie’s ass; I could finally see the lump I’d felt before on my back and recognised a butt plug nestled snugly in Sophie’s ass.  

Sophie looked back at me, lining me up and gently impaled herself on my cock, and began to rock back and forth slowly.

“Oh, my fucking God!”  I shouted out in surprised bliss.  Over the last few months, Sophie had fucked me often enough that her pussy had become accustomed to my length and girth.  Her hungry cunt devoured my steel-hard cock in one fluid motion.  I’d not expected this treat.  Sophie and Becky were about as tight as each other, much to my delight, and theirs when I’d told them, not that it was a competition.  But Sophie’s pussy seemed, I don’t know, deeper, somehow.

“Thrall One, you will be SILENT.”  Sophie rebuked me.  Chastised, I simply nodded my agreement to the instruction and let my head fall back as the delightful sensation of a sopping pussy hungrily devouring all my nine inches.

Sophie set up both her balance and her rhythm as she fucked me slowly and reached up with the end of the cat to use it as a dildo on Becky’s pussy.  There was no shortage of lubrication coming from Becky; her soaking snatch was a veritable fountain of honey.

Sophie took the head of the whip and started to gently coat the surface with Becky’s honey, ensuring it was nice and wet before rubbing it seductively between Becky’s engorged labia.  As soon as Sophie was satisfied, she angled the makeshift dildo and plunged it into Becky’s waiting snatch.

“Oooh, fuck me!”  Becky screamed with delight. 

The pent-up tension suddenly peaked in her tense body.  I looked up and to the side and could see that about half the handle of the cat was buried in Becky’s drenched hole.  I could imagine the feeling of her tight pussy muscles gripping my cock hard in place of the temporary toy wielded by Sophie. 

The thought of Becky’s pussy around my cock, while Sophie’s was gripping it was too much for me as pulse after pulse of thick, creamy cum shot deep into Sophie.  I could feel the head of my cock pushing against her cervix, leaving the cum nowhere to go.  With each impalement, our combined juices were squelching out of Sophie like leaking hydraulic fluid.

“Thrall One, you’re a naughty boy.  I wanted to eat that.  I wanted to feel it sloshing about in my tummy.”  Sophie looked back at me.  Mock anger was all over her face, stark shadows cast by the red lighting.

“I hope you can do that again?”  The question was part of the role-play I deduced. 

Of course, I could go again, and Sophie knew it.  Sophie loved fucking as much as I loved fucking them both.  Her complaint was purely role-play.  Typically, Becky and Sophie would get at least two loads each over a typical day.  Sometimes, I’d get the hat trick and fill all three holes with my gooey ejaculation.  I was horny as all fuck, and the night had just begun.

“Yes, Mistress.  I can,” was my simple reply.

Partly because she knew I could, but mostly because post-orgasmic glow had temporarily robbed me of the power of speech.  Sophie looked over her shoulder at me, reached back, and ran a finger over the puddle of cum that was still oozing out of her pussy.  She popped the now slick digit into her mouth and moaned with appreciation.  Fuck she was sexy.  As sexy as Becky and twice as kinky.

As I’d dumped my load, I needed some time to recover, so Sophie had me kneel at her side once again.  She started to pump the handle of the cat slowly and rhythmically into Becky’s pussy.

“Thrall One, you may, if you wish, surprise the prisoner with a method of your choosing.” Sophie was looking directly at me, knowing that my cock would be twitching again at the mention of touching Becky’s flawless skin. 

I stood and placed myself once again on Becky’s right side and took her painfully hard-looking nipple into my mouth, and sucked hard.  Becky took another sharp intake of breath, as she had no idea that my oral assault on her tit was coming.  As the surprise wore off, she started to moan as I suckled on her mountainous breast.

I looked down at Sophie, who was still rhythmically impaling Becky with the cat’s handle as she leaned forward and gently touched her tongue to Becky’s exposed clit.  Becky stopped breathing as soon as contact occurred.  This was common for Becky and was an indicator that she was brewing an orgasm of biblical proportions.  Sophie flattened her tongue and lasciviously went ahead to slowly draw her warm lingual muscle over Becky’s engorged clit.  Before long, Becky was gyrating her entire body, struggling against her imposed captivity, building up to her release.

Sophie knew all of Becky’s signs of impending climax and decided to be exceptionally wicked with her ministration of Becky’s pussy. 

“No, prisoner.  You have not yet served your sentence.”  Sophie cooed as she removed her tongue from Becky’s clit and the cat from Becky’s dripping sex.

“You BITCH,” cried Becky.  Once again, we denied the release that Sophie and I had been building in her. 

“I was so fucking close,” the lament was ignored as Sophie chuckled wickedly and repositioned herself to Becky’s left side. 

Sophie grabbed a small hand towel and dried off the cat's handle before turning the leather fronds on the device's head onto Becky. She began to gently stroke the flesh of Becky’s gorgeous thighs with the ends of the cat. Delicious sensations ran through Becky’s entire body as little electric shocks shot from her legs and into her core. One thing that Becky loved more than anything was having her legs lightly scratched, so this was a treat for her.

Without notice, Sophie slapped the cat down over both thighs quite hard, and Becky moaned in delight.  She appreciated this. 

“Thrall One.  You may now service me with your tongue and fingers,” Sophie spoke over Becky’s constant moaning of pleasure and pain in equal amounts.

I repositioned myself and kissed Sophie hard.  We were playing in this environment, and she played her role well.  I wasn’t going to fuck around and find out what would happen if I was less than forceful with her.  I crushed my lips to hers and forced my tongue into her mouth, not giving any quarter and denying her the opportunity to respond in kind. 

Then I broke off the embrace and started to kneel at her feet.  The look on her face was equal measures of surprise and lust.  I’d never hurt either of my lovers, and they knew it.  Being forceful isn’t really in my nature, and I’m usually content with a good, hard fucking if that’s what either of them called for, but that was usually my limit. 

This wasn’t real, however; this was a role-play fantasy.  If I could keep this side of me to just this environment, I would happily unleash my inner cave dweller occasionally.

“Excellent, Thrall One.  Continue,” Sophie winked at me, showing me she approved my approach.  I continued my way down, biting hard through the fabric of her bustier.  She rewarded me with a high-pitched yelp as the nipple was crushed between my teeth.  ‘That’s for making my ass glow,’ I thought vengefully.  A wicked grin spread across my lips.

Now fully knelt, I rubbed the insides of Sophie’s thighs, kneading the muscles and leaving white welts on her skin where I’d forced the blood from under my fingers.  Sophie moaned and once more whipped Becky gently.  Like Becky, Sophie’s juices were running down her legs in rivulets, and I had no problem lubricating my fingers before parting her oversized labia and thrusting my index and middle fingers into her warm and velvety snatch.

Instantly, Sophie’s pussy grabbed onto my fingers, and she screamed out in delight.  Early on Christmas morning was the time for the kink to come and play.  I extended my thumb so that it could rub her clit.  The woodworking of the last month had left my fingers dotted with callouses, one of which was on the inside of my thumb’s first knuckle; this I used to scrape across her massively engorged love bud.

Behind Sophie, I spied the sex toys held captive in their box and grabbed a medium-sized silver vibrator from the pile and some tingle lube.  A wicked plan formed in my mind, but first, I needed to ‘accidentally’ help Sophie’s butt plug from its fleshy captivity. 

My Queen, my Becky, needed to escape from this heinous assault on the virginity of her delicate skin by the wicked black-clad vixen, and I was the hero of the hour, it seemed.

I worked carefully, switching between using my fingers and tongue on Sophie.  I managed to place the dildo between my knees and popped the lid on the lube.  I applied a generous amount of the sticky gel into my hand and started to rub my now fully erect and painfully hard cock with the concoction.  Satisfied that I had enough, I turned my attention to the butt plug blocking my plan. 

Now with three fingers in Sophie’s hole, I started to push against the back wall of her velvety pussy.  In no time, the plug began to work itself loose, and with a finger from my other hand, I popped it out and watched it fall to the floor with a satisfying thud. 

I completed my mission and started to lube the dildo with my free hand to get it nicely slippery. I shuffled around a little so I had better access to Sophie’s ass while keeping my three-fingered assault on her delightfully wet hole.  Without a sign, my free index finger found her puckered anus with no difficulty, and I felt her clench. 

‘Not today, Mistress.’ I thought to myself wickedly. I changed my angle slightly and pushed through the tight ring of muscle that was selfishly trying to deny me access to my target.

Making sure that there was enough lube to complete my plan, I removed my finger from Sophie’s ass, which elicited a brief moan of disappointment before I thrust the vibrator deep into her ass.  ‘This is for my baby’s honour,’ I thought triumphantly.

“OH, MY FUCKING GOD.  YOU BASTARD!”  Sophie’s scream was one of utter surprise.

I chuckled to myself, satisfied with my result. 

“I wasn’t expecting that,” Sophie purred, delighted to have both holes filled again. I reached around again and twisted the base of the vibrator to its maximum setting.  The effects were at once plain and extreme.

Sophie began to spasm as if she’d been tasered.  I carried on frigging her clit with my thumb and thrusting my fingers into her pussy.  It wasn’t long before Sophie reached her climax.  

“I’m c-c-c-cummming.”  She moaned loudly.  As Sophie wasn’t the ‘victim’ of this session, I allowed her climax to reach its crescendo. 

Sophie emitted a long ‘oooh’ sound as rivers of girl cum flooded out of her, soaking my hand in her delicious nectar.  I pulled a hand to my face and licked the palm lasciviously, feeling decadence coursing through my veins.  Sophie watched me do this as her orgasm finally subsided.   Her skin glistened in the red light with a sheen of sweat built up on her body from my ministrations—a huge smile on her face.

“Thrall One, you have done well. Release the prisoner at once,” Sophie commanded, not so imperiously.

I hurried to Becky, untied the scarves that were holding her hostage, and helped her stand steady for a while. As soon as she could lift her arms, Becky removed the blindfold, her eyes reduced to pinpricks even though the light wasn’t that bright. Before we could speak, Sophie got in first.

“Thrall One, Thrall Two, you will lie on the bed.  Thrall Two first facing up, Thrall One on top, facing down.”  Sophie was planning something deliciously naughty; I could feel it in my bones, but Becky and I followed her demand.

Assuming our new positions, I stole a quick kiss from Becky, soft and loving, as our tongues found each other and danced their complicated ballet once again.  This, right here, was the perfect moment for me in any encounter.  It just felt so… right.  The embodiment of pure love that people feel for each other is shown in a delicate kiss.

“Thrall One should sit up,” Sophie demanded, breaking the moment's magic. Sophie bounced onto the bed and straddled Becky’s chest, facing me.

“Right.  That’s enough playtime.  Oli, stick that enormous dick into Becky before she explodes from cock-drought and tongue fuck my mouth, you dirty bastard!” 

Sophie released us from our servitude, and I needed no second directive.  I grabbed my cock and rubbed it over Becky’s soaking wet labia, watching her fleshy lips selfishly trying to grab onto my knob and hold it in place.  I was already slick with pre-cum and lube, so it wasn’t long before I’d eased myself into Becky and was thrusting away, making her groan at the sensation of my length and girth. 

My rhythm was set up; Sophie leaned forward and placed her arms around my neck, pulling me into a deep, sensual kiss. 

I try not to draw comparisons between my ladies, as that wouldn’t be fair to either.  As much as it pained me, Sophie was ahead in the kissing stakes. I can’t explain why, but my cock always felt like it expanded by another ten percent when Sophie was trying to suck my face off.

Becky noticed the increase, too, and her moans increased in volume. She was muttering demands ‘harder’ and ‘deeper,’ with her groans.  As she moaned, she found Sophie’s sopping cunny and shoved her tongue right in with no ceremony or warning.  I felt Sophie tense, then moan happily into my mouth as the sensation enveloped her, and once again, she was closed both physically and emotionally.  We pleasured each other and swapped places multiple times. 

We fucked in all combinations.  Becky blew me while she straddled Sophie’s face. 

I was balls deep into Sophie’s throat as she sucked my third orgasm out of me while simultaneously making Becky cum, using a buzzing vibrator on her clit. 

I needed rest.  I was exhausted.  I watched gleefully as Becky and Sophie continued fucking like rabbits.  The hour was late, and our bodies were flagging, but all our needs and wants had been sated.  I believe that we had all climaxed together at one point, much to my delight.

One final outing for my battered cock, now sore for real, saw me pulling out of Becky slowly, drained and exhausted, as I fell onto the bed, satisfied beyond my capacity for words. 

Sophie hopped off Becky’s face at this point and quickly put her head between Becky’s legs so she could lap up the combination of mine and Becky’s cum.  Sophie is such a cum-whore, and she readily admits it.  Usually, with a massive grin on her face and my dick in her hand or her mouth more often.

Eventually, satisfied that Becky’s pussy was clean, I felt Sophie’s mouth around my cock once more.  I was raw, but she soon sucked the blood back into my flagging member.  She stopped briefly and started to rub my shaft furiously, fascinated by watching my foreskin glide over the glans.

“You owe me a cum-shot, mister, and I’m hungry!”  Sophie demanded of me.  I cried in mock desperation as Becky rolled over to face me and kissed me passionately.

“I’ll try to accommodate you… Mistress,” I said between Becky’s vigorous assault on my mouth, with mock deference in my voice and a cheeky wink.

Becky knew as well as Sophie that specific ways of kissing me had a dramatic effect on me physically.  So, I was powerless between these two nubile vixens that I could have at a whim, should I so desire.  It didn’t take me long for Sophie to suck my cock back once more to life, with aid from Becky and her wonderfully delicious tongue.   I blew my load, albeit with a significantly reduced amount of cum, right into the back of Sophie’s throat.  Sophie gulped down each spurt with gusto.  As I said, she’s a total cum-whore, and proud of it.

Becky shuffled over so Sophie could lie in between us, with Sophie facing Becky.  I knew why.  They loved kissing with a mouthful of my cum.  That way, there is no arguing about who gets what.  We all get to share. 

I snuggled into Sophie’s back, running my hand through her long blonde hair and nibbling on her earlobe.  I know she likes it, but she couldn’t talk as her mouth was still full of cum and tongue.  I stopped playing with her hair and quietly sucked my index finger.  When it was sufficiently damp, I found Sophie’s puckered asshole gently pushing my moist digit inside.

I heard Sophie moan with bliss at the action while she was sucking Becky’s tongue.  She started to rock her hips slightly, in time with my intrusions into her soft and welcoming ass.  I continued this for a few minutes and withdrew my digit, earning a disappointed sigh from Sophie.

I yawned and stretched before saying, “Night, Becky, I love you.  Night, Soph, I love you too.” 

I settled down to sleep, exhausted, happy, and sore.  I didn’t get an answer as they had switched places and were eating each other out.  I enjoyed watching the show and drifted off to sleep to scenes of tender lesbian love before long.  Sophie and Becky carried on fucking each other long into the night.  There was no way Santa would stop here; we were all on the naughty list.

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Christmas morning was the usual affair in the Smythe-Johnson household.  Al was still performing his valet duties, as he was not ‘going to leave his post until his replacement was up to speed’.  He was so stalwart in his dedication.  Everyone was up early, despite some of us only sleeping for a few hours.  We gathered in the drawing room to exchange personal gifts and open those placed under the tree by Santa.  In one corner of the room stood an impressive natural Christmas tree that Hamish had taken great delight in topping with a star that Becky had made in elementary school, much to her embarrassment.  It was clear that Hamish loved his daughter fiercely.

I was wearing a loose pair of track pants and a tee shirt, and Hamish and Simone were wearing matching silk pyjamas and bathrobes (so kitsch).  Al looked impeccable, as always, in his morning coat, ready to cater to the family’s needs, whatever they may be.  Mom was like me, with no fuss in the mornings unless she had to, so she dressed similarly. 

Becky and Sophie were the most daring of all, unsurprisingly.  Both looked cute and wore matching oversized nightshirts with a famous cartoon mouse emblazoned on the front.  It was clear that neither of them was wearing a bra, not that I was complaining, of course.  It wasn’t cold in the room by any measure, yet still, there were obvious signs of their arousal, especially so on Sophie, whose nipples were longer than Becky’s by a good quarter inch.

I gazed dreamily at both sets of barely hidden nipples.  Knowing that they were there, ripe for the taking whenever I wanted them, was making my cock twitch.  Before too long, having sat on their knees on the floor in front of me, they both stretched up their arms and faked yawning, allowing the hems of their shirts to ride up just enough for me to see the tops of their thighs and the tiny triangles of fabric covering both their bald pussies.  With Sophie on the left and Becky on the right, in bright red lipstick, one word painted on each thigh…

‘FUCK’ ‘US’ ‘RIGHT’ ’NOW!’

Of course, not being one to pass up an opportunity to have some raunchy fun with the two most beautiful women I’d ever seen, I coughed theatrically and said that I was feeling a little rough and was going to lie down for a while.  I asked Mom to call me when dinner was ready.  The other unfortunate side effect of the make-shift art adorning the tanned thighs of both my lovers was the sudden rush of blood to my cock.  I stood, trying desperately to hide my burgeoning erection as I passed the assembled household. 

Hamish just stared, his eyes wide. Simone licked her lips and didn’t remove her eyes from my rapidly inflating member. I think I heard Mom ‘tsk’ at me, but oddly, it didn’t sound like she was disappointed in me. I guessed she knew what was happening but was in no position to admonish me, as she and Al were at it like rabbits, too, and we were in polite company. 

Al was the only one who did not make a big deal of it; he just looked straight ahead with a neutral expression.  There was no way he hadn’t seen my cock wobbling about in front of me like some freakishly large extra limb; well, that’s what it felt like to me, at least.  Safely out of the line of sight, I quickened my pace to flee the mortal embarrassment rising within my chest.  As I exited the drawing room and entered the foyer, I heard Simone say something to my mother.

“Helena, that boy is just so ‘talented’,” to which my mother replied, typically enthusiastically and far too loudly.

“Now honey, y’all know he takes after his daddy and Hamish, but Oli’s does seem a bit bigger.” 

As Hamish was my father’s identical twin, I would have happily allowed the Earth to swallow me whole right then.  Raucous laughter from both older women split the peaceful air.

Groaning loudly to myself, I practically ran up the stairs and into our bedroom, my cock slapping loudly on my thigh.  I reached the safety of our bedroom and lay on the bed with my arms above my head.   Why did Mom have to talk like that about me in polite company?  It was bad enough that my dick was swelling at the thought of Becky and Sophie.  I didn’t need my mom to draw attention to it, too. 

As I lay thinking, trying to calm down, a thought raced into my mind.  Was she being so crass in the company of Simone and Hamish because there was more to the relationship than either Becky, Sophie or I was aware of? Indeed, that was highly inappropriate talk for couples that weren’t… 

“OH, MY GOD!  They’re fucking each other!”  I said out loud.

“Don’t be stupid,” I scolded myself out loud, not having noticed that Becky and Sophie had also entered the room.

“OK, we won’t! Sorry,” Sophie said, sounding a little wounded. 

“I’m sorry, Soph, Becky. I’ve got a weird thought running through my head, and I didn’t hear you come in.  Forgive me, please.”  I stuck out my bottom lip for effect.

“Of course, we forgive you, silly,” Becky said, kissing firmly on my lips.  “What’s on your mind, honey?” 

I didn’t want to say anything about my suspicions until I had proof I could take to the girls.

“It’s a stupid idea; it’s nothing,” I said, not too convincingly.

“Come on, hot shot! Spill!” Sophie started prodding me in the ribs, knowing full well that I was ticklish in the right spot, and she knew how to find it. It was like her index fingers were radar-guided missiles.

“NO!  Stop it!” I couldn’t help but give in to her ferocious fingers' frenzied assault. 

“OK, OK!!  UNCLE!  I’ll tell you,” I gathered my composure, thankful at least that my dick was no longer trying to escape my track pants, thanks to Sophie’s relentless assault on my ribcage.

“So, I guess you heard the comments as I left the drawing room?”  I paused, looking at them both, and saw them nod in unison. 

“So, I was concerned that it’s really unlike my mom to say things like that, especially around me,” I took a deep breath before speaking. 

“It just got me thinking that there may be more to the whole Hamish, Simone & Mom, Al situation.  It sounds crazy, I know.” 

Sophie looked at Becky, and then they both turned to look at me.

“Oli, sweetie.  Oh, Oli, we thought you knew, or at least suspected,” Becky’s voice was soft and soothing as if she was trying to lessen the impact of what she was about to say to me somehow. 

“Oli, they’ve been fucking as a four-ship for months.  Since your mom moved into Al’s suite.”

I sat up and hung my head in my hands.  I came to the realisation that my mother was a swinger. 

“No wonder Al was so happy to help me build that fucking rack!”  I said to myself, more than anyone else.

“Oli.”  Becky sat next to me and placed a hand on my shoulder, and Sophie knelt beside my legs and lay her head on my thigh, wrapping her arms around my calves. 

“We thought you knew.  You’re always so discreet in mixed company, just like Al is.  We should have told you when we found out, too.”

Sophie was the next to speak.  She looked up at me with those giant blue saucers that I could drown in just as much as I could in Becky’s emerald eyes.

“It happened about a month after Helena moved into Al’s place.  Hamish and Bitch-tits (Sophie also had an intense dislike for Simone, as much as Becky despised her stepmother) invited Helena and Al for an evening of drinks and cards.”  Sophie dropped her head and landed a kiss on my thigh, pulling up with a sizeable smacking sound. 

“One drink became many, and soon, they laughed loudly.”  Becky continued to relay the events to me. 

“Sophie and I were making out in the kitchen while you were at basketball practice, and we could hear them laughing much more loudly than usual, so we decided to investigate what was happening.”  Becky took a breath before continuing.

“We peeked into the drawing room and could hear and see them clearly, unfortunately.  Your mom was recounting a lesbian encounter that she’d had at college, and while she said she much-preferred cock, she’s been partial to a little pussy occasionally ever since.”  

Great, now my mother was bi-sexual too.  Not that I minded such persuasions, but I had to wonder if it was contagious.

“To be fair, Helena is fucking hot; I’d do her in a heartbeat,” Sophie said; I don’t think that she meant to speak out loud, but she had, and the words pierced my core like lightning.

“SOPHIE! Have some consideration for the man,” Becky admonished Sophie, who had just squeezed and kissed my thigh as an apology.  Becky carried on the tale for me while Sophie absentmindedly ran a fingernail up and down my thigh.

“Simone was like a bitch in heat hearing this from Helena, a tall, blonde, busty, and beautiful woman.  Just her type and my father's, unfortunately.”

This just kept getting worse.

“Pretty soon, some pretty heavy hints were being dropped by both Bitch-tits and Hamish about swapping partners and the whole swinging scene.”  Sophie paused, and suddenly, her voice sounded sad.  

“Oli, whether it was the drink, momentary lust, or the realisation of a preferred lifestyle, it just happened.  Right there and then.”  Sophie’s voice sounded far away.  I could see she was touching my leg, but I felt nothing.  I’d gone numb.

Becky took up the last leg of this marathon let-down in my life. 

“Simone was the first to move, shimmying out of her dress, leaving nothing but a painfully transparent camisole and matching panties.  She approached your mom and started to kiss her whilst undressing her slowly.  Oli, your mom didn’t object or try to stop her.”  Becky paused again. 

“Daddy and Al just looked on appreciatively before they, too, disrobed and joined in with the action.”

Silence reigned for the longest time.

“That’s when we left them to it, Oli.”  Sophie’s voice had such a sound of apology to it.  It wasn’t her fault that everything was going down this way.  Or was it? Indeed, we’d not been quiet about our promiscuity about the house.  Summer was particularly intense, as we all wore extraordinarily little clothing about the pool.

I felt the bottom fall out of my world.  This couldn’t be happening to me.  After all my bluster about ‘fidelity’ and being ‘true and faithful’ when Becky and I had first met.  Not only had I personally sold out those values that had guided me for the first twenty years of my life by willingly entering a closed triad with the two beautiful and remarkable women I called lovers, but my entire fucking family were just exactly that… fucking.  Fucking everything and anything that had a pulse.  It was just in the DNA, it seemed.