It was nearly two in the morning, and we finally had the jacuzzi all to ourselves. I leaned against the warm massage jet at my back and stretched my arms out along the cool tiles of the rim, behind the shoulders of Siobhan and Abby on either side of me.

They were each in their second swimsuit of the day, one-pieces this time, while their bikinis dried in Abby’s room. Siobhan was still in her favorite shade of red, while Abby had swapped pink for baby blue.

For my part, I’d ditched my swim trunks right after the last of the other late-night bathers had gone back to their rooms, and I was now sitting here in nothing but one of Siobhan’s red bikini bottoms.

Abby’s pets were snugly tucked into bed back in her room, so I had the two ladies all to myself for the moment. Or maybe they had me all to themselves. Even with my face washed and my arms around two gorgeous women, I still felt a bit like a pet myself when they leaned forward to whisper and giggle to each other.

“So,” said Abby. “What exactly did Conner tell you when he told you about me? Was it like, ‘Hey, babe, great third date. By the way, I used to wear my ex-girlfriend’s underwear, and I was kinda hoping this thing between us might lead there too.’”

Siobhan laughed, at more than just the joke, jabbing an elbow chidingly into my ribs. “I wish he’d been that upfront. It would have saved a lot of time and hard feelings.”

“Oh?” Abby leaned in, delighted. “Go on, what happened?”

“Do you want to tell it, honey?” asked Siobhan. “I’d love to hear how you’re going to justify it with some distance.”

“Why do you think I’m going to try to justify it?” I chuckled, my face getting warmer than the water.

Siobhan shrugged. “Feel free to prove me wrong.”

Abby turned toward me on the jacuzzi bench and swung her arm over mine, propping her chin on her fingers in a clear “story time” posture.

I sighed and stared down at my toes through the choppy surface of the water.

“I didn’t tell her at all, at first,” I admitted. “I mean, Siobhan and I, we talked about past partners. She knew your name, but I left out all the non-vanilla details.”

“Why?” asked Abby.

I shrugged. “It’s like you said. It’s kind of a weird thing to bring up on a third date. Or a fifth date. And the next thing I knew, I was trying on her underwear, and she was assuming she was the first woman I’d ever done it with, and I didn’t know how to tell her she wasn’t. I don’t know if there was ever a window where it would have made sense to say it, but if there was, I missed it.”

Abby nodded, like this made perfect sense. “So, what finally made you come clean?”

“Well, it all happened when we had some friends over for the weekend….”

#

The friends in question had been Siobhan’s old roommates, Kelly, Roisin, and Luke, and after a day of tourism and dancing around the sexual tension, we were getting hot and heavy.

Kelly and Roisin were tying me naked to the bed I usually shared with Siobhan. Luke was sitting in the seldom-used armchair in the corner, holding Siobhan by a leather breast harness and a handful of her hair, roughly guiding her mouth down his cock in a demanding rhythm.

She was stroking his thighs, vocalizing as if she had never had something more delicious strike the back of her throat.

I leaned back, ready to enjoy whatever Kelly and Roisin might think of to do with me, fully aware that they weren’t likely to go easy. This experience might technically be a thank-you for our hospitality, but if our guests had just wanted to make us cum, it would have happened already, before we ever got to the bedroom. They’d decoded our tastes better than that. They knew how much more satisfying it would be for both of us if we had the chance to savor and earn it.

I was about to be put through my paces, and I intended to impress with my patience and fortitude.

“Fuck, you’re such a bad boy, aren’t you?” said Kelly, reaching under me to squeeze my ass, hard.

“Practically hopeless,” I said, wriggling my hips in anticipation.

“Tell us,” Roisin instructed, somehow managing to look crisp and professional, even while kneeling on rumpled blankets, leaning over me, with her hair falling toward my face. “Tell us how bad you’ve been.”

“Well…” I racked my brain for a fun pretense to get pinched even harder. We didn’t really have much of a scenario established for me to play off of, and I couldn’t think of much that I’d done for real recently. “Well, I’ve been practically salivating for both of you all day, haven’t I?” I licked my lips. “I have the coolest, sexiest girlfriend anyone could ever hope for, and I still couldn’t be a gentleman host to our guests without hoping for something more than friendly company.”

“Hmm, that’s certainly naughty,” Roisin agreed. “Can you imagine if any of us here were as half as dull and demure as we look? The consequences could have been disastrous.”

I nodded.

“But that’s not even the bad part,” Kelly cut in.

“Oh no, did I do something worse?” I grinned up at her and waited eagerly for her idea of a telling-off.

“Oh, I think so,” said Kelly. “I think you’ve been keeping a big secret from your cool, sexy girlfriend.”

“What’s that?” I asked, totally unprepared for how real an answer she had prepared.

Kelly hovered a phone in front of my face and zoomed in on a photo on the screen.

I recognized the location before the people. It was a picture of a local hotel where I’d hung out a fair bit in late high school and early college. They had a restaurant that felt like the peak of sophistication when you made your cash bagging groceries after school, and they didn’t mind if you rented a cheap room in the off-season just to use the pool.

Of course, I had used those rooms for other things on occasion, too.

Happy memories finally clicked together with the rest of what I was seeing. That was me in the picture, standing at the edge of the pool, reaching out a hand to help someone climb out. That had to be Abby, though her head was turned away from the camera, so it only caught a cloud of black curls.

“Do you see it yet?” Kelly asked, and zoomed in a little closer on the image of my hip.

My swim trunks were riding down low, just low enough to reveal the unmistakably pink string of a bikini bottom underneath.

“Where the hell did you find that?” I asked, my throat running genuinely dry.

I hadn’t known Kelly or any of them back then, and I’d always been careful not to post any slips like that on social media, certainly not attached to my name.

Kelly zoomed back out to show the rest of the page. It was part of the hotel’s own website. Abby and I were frolicking near the bottom edge of a collage of similar action shots, all of happy guests enjoying the amenities.

“I almost couldn’t believe my eyes,” Kelly cackled. “I was just looking up rates for our visit, and there you were.”

“For all the world to see,” Roisin added. “And yet, I seem to recall Siobhan telling me that she was there to help you discover certain of your notable kinks. So, the question would seem to be… who in this room is lying?”

Siobhan pulled her head up from Luke’s lap. “What are you talking about?”

“I’ll explain later!” I called out.

“Hmm,” Roisin sighed, clearly dissatisfied with this answer. “I suppose we should check if we’re being too rough, shouldn’t we? If anyone wants to stop and talk things out with their clothes on instead, say ‘nighty-night.’”

Siobhan and I both craned our necks to try to see each other better, but neither of us spoke.

“Goodie.” Kelly rubbed her palms together. “Because if you’re not safewording, I think you’re going to explain this here, now, for all of us.”

She ran a hand up my inner thigh, touch growing lighter the higher she went, until she was just barely brushing the underside of my cock.

I shivered in spite of myself.

“Go on, tell us a story,” Roisin coaxed. “Who is this lovely young woman with you in the pool?”

“Her name’s Abby,” I said. “She’s an old girlfriend. So what?”

This much Siobhan already knew.

“So, what happened after the picture was taken?” Kelly pressed. “Or maybe before, when you were getting ready?”

“I don’t remember this exact day,” I lied. “There were a lot like it.”

“So, this was a habit, was it?” Roisin asked. “What was an average day with her like, then?”

“We fucked a lot, if that’s what you mean,” I kept inching toward the point, wondering how indirectly I could get away with touching on it. “We were eighteen-year-old bundles of hormones.”

“And yet, you already couldn’t help wanting to spice things up, could you?” asked Roisin. She leaned down and blew warm breath over my balls and the base of my shaft, drawing a dribble of fluid from the tip.

“You’ll… you’ll have to be more specific,” I breathed, feeling fresh chills at the sound of the wobble in my own voice.

There was nothing in the world like being toyed with so effectively. I knew that I was as safe as practically possible, that our guests would stop the game the moment Siobhan or I asked them to in seriousness. But anything that had been said before that time would remain said. And the fact that I could stop them at any time didn’t mean they couldn’t touch me, even hurt me, in ways that were real. If anything, knowing that I could stop them, and hadn’t, gave them license to push me all the harder.

It was an incredible feeling of drama to be bound, naked, and tormented for my real secrets at the mercy of real, breathing people with minds of their own.

The thrill of the threat of real consequences might, ironically, have led me to underestimate those exact consequences in this moment.

“You know what we’re talking about,” said Kelly, taking my cock in a firmer grip and fully stroking the head at a slow, methodical pace. “What were you wearing, when that picture was taken?”

I heard Siobhan splutter a little, somewhere in the background, with a question mark implied.

“Swimwear,” I answered, and could not have been happier when Kelly punished my cheekiness with a hard pinch of one nipple.

“It’s right there,” said Roisin, taking my cock from Kelly. Her touch was quicker but softer. “We can all see it, right there on the screen. Why not just admit it?”

“What are you going to do to me if I don’t?” I asked, smirking as provocatively as I could, almost hoping that I could distract them into looking for the perfectly harsh implement to spank me with, rather than pressing the question.

“Oh, it’s more about what we won’t do if you don’t,” said Roisin, taking her hand off my cock.

Kelly didn’t take back over. They both let me twist in the wind for a moment.

I rolled as far as I could to the left, to the right, quivering at the confirmation that I couldn’t reach far enough to grind myself against the bed. I pressed my thighs together, trying to steady the pulsing, hungry energy between them.

“Please?” I begged. “Please touch me? I don’t even care how, just touch me.”

“You know that’s not what we’re waiting to hear,” said Kelly, hovering her hands over my thigh and abs, just out of reach. “When we want you to plead, we’ll tell you. Right now, we want you to spill. And you’re stalling.”

I arched my hips toward Kelly’s hands, but she was too quick. She hovered a little higher, never making contact.

I laughed as if I weren’t desperately drooling for her. It almost sounded convincing.

“Maybe I’m just buying myself some cooldown time,” I chuckled.

Kelly and Roisin sighed.

“I know you’re trying to be clever,” said Roisin. “But you’re only making it harder for yourself, so I’ll allow it.”

She put her hand back on my cock and began to stroke slowly from the base upward, reaching the head only once every two or three strokes, unpredictably.

“Look at him try to thrust,” she tutted, possibly thinking it would embarrass me out of trying, but the embarrassment only made me try harder. “Conner, dear, do you think you’re going to be able to sneak your way an orgasm without us allowing it? Do you think we’re that clumsy?”

“No,” I acknowledged, grinding anyway.

“Even if you could tip over that edge early,” said Kelly, “Do you think we’d let you enjoy it?”

“No,” I said.

“Do you think we’re going to give in and forget the whole thing?” asked Roisin.

“No.”

“But you just can’t shake the craving, can you?” asked Kelly.

I shook my head, wildly bucking against Roisin’s unpredictable grip, succeeding only in making it even more unpredictable.

“It would seem you have only one option then, dear,” said Roisin.

“Just one itty-bitty story time, about what we all already know,” Kelly added.

The building pressure in my pelvis was reaching a point on the outskirts of pain, with no release in sight.

“Fine, fine!” I broke aloud. “I’ll tell you!”

“Better do it while you’re still coherent,” Roisin advised, holding my cock steadier, still avoiding the head.

“Okay,” I panted. “Okay. Her name’s Abby.”

“You already said that,” said Kelly.

“And we were… we got pretty intense together during senior year of high school. She was the first person I felt really comfortable with. Comfortable enough to… to try some things.”

“Such as?” Roisin prompted, squeezing me and pulling upward, drawing out a thick drop of fluid.

“Such as… trying on her clothes,” I admitted.

Siobhan fully choked on Luke’s cock and sat up.

“What?” she demanded. “What clothes?”

“Oh my god, you really didn’t know?” Kelly exclaimed. “You weren’t just bragging? You actually believed you were the first?”

“What clothes?” Siobhan repeated through her teeth.

“Go on, answer her, Conner,” said Kelly. “That was going to be my next question, too. What clothes?”

“Lingerie, mostly,” I said through my dry throat. The adrenaline high was so intense that I couldn’t even distinguish one heartbeat from the one after it. “I didn’t think anyone else knew, but someone must have snapped a candid shot.”

“Show me,” said Siobhan.

“Oh yeah, you’ve gotta see this,” Kelly brought the phone to Siobhan where she knelt. “See, the string right there?”

“You wore a pink bikini before me?” Siobhan demanded and tried to lunge toward me, but Luke caught her around the waist.

“Nope, I’m not done with you,” he said, pulling her to his lap and grinding his erection against her lower back, just above her ass, squeezing her nipples with his crossed hands. “Besides, you wouldn’t blame the poor guy for having a life before the two of you even met, would you?”

Siobhan thought about this for a moment, then said, “Why did you lie to me?”

“Another great question!” said Kelly. “Why did you?”

I sputtered my way through an explanation much like the one I would give years later to both Siobhan and Abby in a resort jacuzzi. It came out far less eloquent that first time, in part because Roisin decided in the middle of it that I’d fulfilled my end of the deal, and she began stroking me properly.

“I didn’t mean to lie… I just… there didn’t seem to be a good time for the truth… and you were so… so… fuck!”

I erupted in Roisin’s hand and completely lost the thread of what I’d been trying to say, dazed by the rush of pleasure.

“But this was the time?” Siobhan’s voice rose slightly, like it would reach me better that way in the far-off bliss bubble that had briefly enveloped me. “Being honest with me for the sake of it was never reason enough, but one lousy orgasm, that’s what was worth it to you?”

“Lousy?” Roisin repeated with mock offense.

“I’m… sorry,” I sighed weakly.

Siobhan tried to get up again.

“Hey, you remember the safeword, don’t you?” Luke reminded her, holding her tight to his lap.

“Yeah, and I’m not… I’m not saying it,” Siobhan confirmed. “It’s just… ugh. I don’t want to leave you half finished, but I have to punish him for that. You understand, right?”

Siobhan’s eyes flashed with painful intent as she looked at me, and I smiled gratefully at her. She was doing her best to turn her real anger for me into play, which, with her, was always a sign that a fight was approaching its end. She hadn’t completed that alchemical magic inside herself yet, but she was working on it.

“Oh, I think there’s punishment to go around,” said Kelly, her voice sickly sweet. “I mean, your partner showed you what he likes, and you automatically assumed that you had to be the one to teach it to him? I mean, you hear about men being that egotistical in bed, but coming from a woman, that takes a special lack of self-awareness, don’t you think?”

Siobhan’s gaze faltered, turned inward.

Luke turned her around to face him.

“Finish what you started,” he told her, “and then the ladies can decide what you deserve.”

Siobhan let him guide her head back down to his lap, almost meekly.

Kelly and Roisin cuddled against either side of me as we watched Luke fuck Siobhan’s throat with a newly focused efficiency.

“You’re not a one-and-done type, are you?” Kelly asked, running her fingers through my hair, brushing the back of my ear. “You pretend you are, just to raise the stakes of staving off that first orgasm. But you’re really an insatiable little beast.”

“I… I mean… I need a minute…” I answered, still catching my breath. “But yeah. Not as long a minute as some, I guess.”

“Well, that’s a relief,” said Roisin, squeezing my thigh.

Already, a tingle of the next potential buildup rushed down between my legs.

“Because your girlfriend still has a marathon ahead of her,” Roisin went on. “I’d hate for you to be bored along the way.”

“Definitely not bored,” I assured her, twitching in at least three different muscles as I watched Luke’s face tighten.

The spice of contained jealousy pushed me roughly past the bulk of my post-orgasm sensitivity. I couldn’t help but fantasize about having my erection back, right now, just for the sake of feeling Siobhan’s mouth around it in Luke’s place.

He held her tight by the hair at the nape of her neck and thrusted in once more. I could vividly imagine every sensation as it crossed his face in a spasm, or escaped his lungs in a grunt. Right about now, he could feel the back of Siobhan’s tongue kick as she swallowed, the firm suction of her cleaning his still pulsing shaft before he withdrew.

“Well done,” he told her, patting her hair before pulling her back up from the floor.

“Can I ask one favor?” Siobhan asked immediately, wiping her mouth.

“Better ask quick,” said Luke, reaching into the bag of goodies on the floor and brandishing a thick, black rubber ball gag. “After you show me the safe signal, of course.”

He tapped the arm of the chair twice in demonstration, and Siobhan repeated the motion impatiently.

“If you won’t let me handle Conner’s discipline in a timely manner,” she scrambled to say, as Luke lifted her bodily into his lap, facing away from him. “Could you at least take care of it for me?”

“Yes,” Luke answered shortly, lowering the gag in front of her. Satisfied that she’d be safe, he was wasting no time.

“Bottom drawer!” Siobhan rushed out, as he pulled the gag to her lips. “Use what’s in the bottom draw—”

He pulled the ball firmly past her teeth and fastened the buckle behind her neck.

“Trade ya,” he said to Kelly and Roisin, getting up and hoisting Siobhan along by the back of her harness.

“Deal!” said Kelly, hopping up off the bed. Roisin followed, and the two of them grabbed Siobhan’s harness from either side and tossed her back into the chair, climbing onto the armrests on either side of her.

Luke sauntered over to the chest of drawers, somehow stepping confidently without taking his eyes off me, making sure that I was watching him right back.

“Let’s see what your girl has for me to play with, shall we?”

He crouched down to the bottom drawer and rummaged through.

Everything in my lower body that could tighten did so. Electric sparks of anticipation arced in the core of me as I thought of all the things I knew were in there to choose from.

“Oh, you’re kidding me,” said Luke. “This is better than I thought.”

Siobhan laughed behind her gag, while Kelly attached long, leather straps to the rings of her harness and figured out how to wind them securely around the soft armchair.

Everything that was clenched inside me clenched harder, sparked hotter, when Luke held up a sizeable jeweled plug and a tight metal chastity cage, shaking the cage so that the rings jingled.

“You’ve gotta be pretty fearsome,” he called to Siobhan. “…When you’re actually in charge, that is.”

Kelly and Roisin chuckled along with him, running teasing fingers over Siobhan’s splayed body.

“She really is,” I said, unironically, feeling a warm glow of affection at the thought.

“Well, then.” Luke laughed again, leaning over the bed to speak close to my ear. “I guess I’ll have to go extra hard, if I want to follow her act.”

Goosebumps rose hard and fast along my shoulders.

Luke lifted my head to place an extra pillow beneath it, then another, then another. He spent several seconds adjusting the pile to exactly the height he wanted it, then dragged me a little higher up that pile by the shoulders, straightening my posture with the same meticulousness. With one last pillow, he positioned my head with a slight turn to the side, so that the ladies on the chair in the corner dominated my vision.

“Keep watching them,” he said. “But you’d better keep yourself ready to fit in this thing.”

He rattled the cage in front of me.

There was nothing that could have made it easy to get hard again so soon more effectively than telling me not to. Which, I was sure, was the intent.

Roisin had pulled a bottle of massage oil out of the bag and was dripping it slowly onto Siobhan’s chest, while Kelly rubbed it into her skin and the leather harness. Siobhan’s nipples puckered and hardened visibly under all the attention, rising up from her now gleaming breasts.

A tired but excited throb began in my pelvis, and I willed it to pass as unobtrusively as possible. Soon, the effort of controlling my cock would be taken out of my hands. It was almost a relief, thinking about it that way

Luke took his time opening and examining the cage, even though I was sure from the confidence of his fingers that he had handled one before.

Roisin walked her fingers down Siobhan’s slickened abs and laid them on either side of her slit, stroking and gently squeezing her outer labia. Siobhan tried to pull her legs together, to shift some of the pressure inward, toward her clit.

Roisin pulled away and clicked her tongue. “You were very quick to judge your boyfriend for what he was willing to do for one lousy orgasm. Let’s see if those principles hold true when it’s your orgasm on the line, shall we?”

Siobhan groaned. Kelly cackled. Another dangerous wave of tingling warmth rushed toward my cock. I took a deep breath and tried to think soft thoughts.

Finally, Luke knelt on the bed beside me, cage in hand.

“Do you accept this punishment for your transgression?” he asked, like a ceremonial vow, positioning the anchor ring behind my scrotum.

“Yes,” I answered.

Fuck, he was good at this. Firm hands. Steady voice.

Soft thoughts were getting more and more elusive.

“What did you do to deserve this?” he asked, bringing the opening of confining steel sheath to the head of my cock.

“I lied to my girlfriend.”

“And?” he prompted.

“And I flaunted it in front of guests, because I couldn’t control myself.”

“Good,” he practically purred. “On her behalf, I apply some much-needed external control.”

He slid the sheath down my shaft to the base with some difficulty. I was rapidly swelling against the shrinking space.

“Not trying to break free already, are you?” he asked.

“Not on purpose,” I promised.

“So this is you trying to be good?” he asked.

I nodded.

“Wow, you really need this help, don’t you?”

I nodded again.

He anchored the sheath to the ring behind my balls and turned the key in the lock, securing me in my flaccid shape, despite the best efforts of my fast-pumping blood.

“I’m going to give this to Siobhan once she’s learned her own lesson,” said Luke, dangling the key in front of my face. “How long do you think it’ll be before she uses it?”

My heart thudded extra hard, and I twitched uselessly inside the metal casing. “It could be days,” I said.

“Really going to let you think about whether that last orgasm was worth it, huh?” he asked.

“Yeah. Probably.”

“Tell you what,” said Luke. “Maybe if I get you off to a rough enough start, she’ll take pity on you sooner.”

“I doubt it,” I said.

Luke let out a superficially sympathetic rush of air between his teeth. “Tough break,” he said. “Because the rough start’s happening either way. Feet on the mattress, now. Thrust that locked-up dick in the air for me.”

Obediently, I bent my knees and lifted my lower body off the bed, giving Luke easier access to my ass. I listened to him lubing up the plug, unhurriedly. My muscles soon began to burn from holding the position.

“Don’t close your eyes,” he censured me when I started to take my mind away for a moment. “I don’t want you to miss a second.”

I opened them again and watched as Kelly flicked at Siobhan’s thighs, providing a sharp counterpoint to the long, gentle strokes of a slim vibrator in Roisin’s hand. She dragged the tip of it again and again from Siobhan’s breasts down to just above her pussy, before starting over.

Siobhan was staring Roisin down, occasionally growling defiantly through her gag, though the sound was already not quite as strong as she clearly meant it to be.

Cold gel and metal touched my ass from below, making me jump.

“Shh, relax,” Luke reminded me, patting my hip. “You can take it, I know you can. You can take anything if it’s what you have to do to apologize to her, can’t you?”

I nodded and took a breath, loosening my insides as much as I could.

Luke pressed the plug upward, firmly but slowly, giving it a good, guided start into my ass.

“Show me,” he said, holding it steady.

I lowered myself down onto the hard, intruding piece of metal in his hand.

There was a moment of stretching pain as I passed the widest point, and then it settled effortlessly the rest of the way into place. I sank gratefully back down into the embrace of the mattress and cushions. So much worse than the brief pain, however, was the rush of arousal that followed, pressing against the confines of the cage and finding no space for itself.

In front of me, Siobhan’s face mirrored my sensation. Her defiance had turned to pleading, muffled whimpers.

“What are you wishing you could do right now?” Luke whispered to me. “Heroically swoop in with a hard, ready cock, to give her the comfort she’s almost weeping for? Or would you rather be the one who gets to hold it out of her reach for a while?”

“I’d give it to her,” I said.

Luke grinned like he’d been hoping I’d say that.

“Well,” he said. “I just let Siobhan use me as a proxy, while she was too tied up to treat you how she wanted. I guess I can do the same for you.”

I felt my eyes widen as I caught his meaning.

He waited for me to say something, but all the reaction I could muster was an almost involuntary smile.

Luke winked, turned, and went to join the women on the chair.

#

“…Wow,” Abby took this in.

I couldn’t deny being fairly pleased to have shocked her, just the right amount, in a good way.

She and Siobhan were both fully naked now, each of them having come to find their one-piece bathing suits confining at one point or another while listening to my story.

Siobhan kept subtly placing her hand over the massage jet next to her, directing a softened ricochet of pressure down between her legs. Abby was shifting restlessly back and forth on the smooth tile seat on my other side.

Both of them had their eyes fixed on me, sparkling with excitement.

I had managed to keep still so far, but I was in imminent danger of bulging right out of my bikini bottom.

“So, you just lay there, with your cage and plug, and watched him fuck her?” Abby asked, breathless.

“That’s the part that surprises you?” I asked.

“One of them,” she said.

“You fucked Siobhan, today, while I listened,” I pointed out. “I couldn’t even watch, really.”

“All right, yeah,” Abby acknowledged. “But I’m….”

“A woman?” I finished.

She nodded.

“Doesn’t matter to me.” I shrugged. “Well, sort of. It’s like the difference between chili sauce and buffalo sauce. Both hot and a little painful, just different.”

The two women cinched in a little closer on either side of me.

“How long did she really keep you locked up after?” asked Abby.

“Only a few hours,” I admitted. “We had a long heart-to-heart after the others left. I told her a little more about you, about the things we’d done, what it was really like exploring my femme side for the first time—”

“And I got so hot and bothered,” Siobhan cut in, “that I couldn’t deny myself full access to him another second. Pretty brilliant tactic of his, honestly.”

“I was just being sincere!” I objected.

“I know,” Siobhan put her hand on my thigh. “It’s the most devilishly intoxicating thing about you.”

“Aww, you couldn’t resist him because of a story he told you about me?” Abby asked, faux-bashful.

“Sure,” said Siobhan. “Why?”

“Because I can fucking relate right now,” Abby said, squeezing my other thigh.

Siobhan reached up to stroke my collarbone, my jaw, playfully possessive, then gave Abby an indulgent sigh.

“Take turns?” Siobhan suggested, raising a fist in preparation for a round of Rock, Paper, Scissors.

Abby raised her hand as well and took Siobhan by the wrist. “Nah, why should either of us wait?”

Using Siobhan’s wrist for leverage, Abby straddled my thigh, pressing the bare, soft folds of her pussy right to my skin.

Siobhan smiled and followed suit, opening her fist to grasp Abby’s wrist and straddling my other leg. With her other hand, Siobhan turned my face toward hers and kissed me deeply on the mouth, while Abby kissed and sucked my neck, definitely hard enough to leave a mark.

I wrapped my arms tightly around both of them, happy just to hold and nuzzle them while they negotiated between themselves over how to divide me up between them.

My bulge bumped up against the crease where Siobhan and Abby’s shins met, sending a stray spark of pleasure down my legs and up my spine. I flexed my cock with what muscle control I could summon without being able to move my hips, searching for more contact, and Siobhan and Abby pulled back far enough to look at each other.

In unison, they reached down to pull the strings on my hips, unfastening the bows of my bikini and briefly, very briefly, letting my cock spring free.

With their other hands, still linked together, they recaptured me between their palms. My head fell back with a moan.

Slowly, they worked their interlaced grip down and up my length, stroking me together.

“What do you think?” Abby whispered to Siobhan. “Should we make him wait this time?”

“Hmm…” Siobhan considered, stroking my ear, giving me little pulses of tightness with her half of the grip. “Yes, but not for long. Just long enough for us to work that little story out of our systems.”

She thrusted her pelvis forward, grinding herself hard against my thigh.

Abby mirrored her on the other side. “Seems only fair,” she agreed.

They both rode me, firmly, at a quickening pace, all while keeping their hands clasped tight around my cock, rising and falling at a measured stroll.

I was so ready, even that slow contact might have been enough to set me off, but I held back, willingly complying with their plan. I ran my hands up and down their smooth backs, kissed whatever skin came within range, participating in whatever ways I was permitted. Four gorgeous breasts swung back and forth toward me, and several times I know I caught a passing nipple with my tongue.

Mostly, I luxuriated in the warm, bubbling water, and the feeling of being suspended in extended, taunting ecstasy, pinned under an almost embarrassing wealth of attention.

“Oh, fuck,” Siobhan sighed, sitting up a little straighter, tossing her damp blonde hair over one shoulder.

“Yeah, me too,” Abby panted.

Siobhan moaned deep in the back of her throat and closed her eyes, digging her fingers into my shoulder for the leverage to rub herself a little harder.

“You’re….” Abby gasped, swallowed, and trailed off.

“What?” said Siobhan.

“You’re… a lucky… woman,” Abby managed.

Siobhan’s rhythm broke for only a moment. Then she broke into a wide grin and thrusted against me with a vengeance. “You’re damn right I… I….”

Siobhan cried out, twisting her fingers into my hair and squeezing Abby’s hand and my cock, not quite hard enough to hurt, but hard enough to make my stomach flutter with the giddy fear of a thrill ride.

Abby grabbed the edge of the jacuzzi behind me for stability, flailing wildly against me until her legs spasmed. She made the sweetest sound, a crescendo of high, vocal sighs, and slumped against my shoulder, breathing warm and cool breezes along my wet skin.

There was another pulse of tightness around my cock, mostly a signal of acknowledgement between Siobhan and Abby that I just happened to be in the middle of. But they didn’t make me remind them of my presence. The next squeeze was for me.

“So patient,” Abby sighed in my ear, pulling her grip upward a little faster than Siobhan was ready to follow.

Within a few seconds, they found their rhythm together, stirring up the water in my lap with their quick, sure churning. Their hands cradled and surrounded me so much more completely than one could alone. There was none of the rest, the brief spots of emptiness, that usually came with a handjob, and none of the extra yielding softness of a mouth or pussy. I was putty in their hands, completely led and molded by their movements.

A groan rose up the back of my throat, first as conscious communication of pleasure, then as reflexive, uncontrollable proof of it.

My orgasm pounded upward through the tight-clasped space between them, so powerful-feeling that I deliriously expected it to blast them apart. Of course, they were even stronger than the pounding thump of pleasure inside me. They held me securely through every last shockwave, and their blissful, only slightly smug faces were right there waiting for me, when the stars finally cleared from my vision.

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