The breeze coming off the nearby ocean was the perfect temperature. Siobhan rolled onto her side on the pool lounger beside mine. Her breasts pressed together, and she propped her head up on one hand and smiled.

I took a glance behind me. The resort’s pool area was usually crowded, but it was early afternoon, and most of the guests were still at lunch. We were hardly alone, but no one was looking.

I reached out, brushed a wet lock of hair behind her ear, and trailed my fingers down the long crease of her cleavage. She leaned forward and kissed me.

I slid a thumb under her red bikini top to brush her nipple. The kiss deepened. Her hand pressed against my lower back.

Sandals slapped the tiles somewhere nearby, but I was past caring. The resort was full of couples. We couldn’t be the only ones getting a little hot and heavy outside the rooms. Anyone who couldn’t just leave us alone… well, they could enjoy the show.

I kissed my way across Siobhan’s cheek, down to her neck.

“Oh my god, Conner, is that you?” a familiar voice exclaimed above us.

I looked up. Siobhan whipped around with a volley of damp blonde hair.

“Abby?” I held a hand up against the sun and squinted up at the soft, sweet face of my high school girlfriend.

“Yeah, crazy, right?” Abby put a hand to her mouth, looking at Siobhan. “I’m so sorry, I just caught you at the worst moment, didn’t I? I just saw you, and something came over me. Sorry, I’ll go. Maybe I’ll run into you again? At a better time, I mean.”

She took a step backward.

“It’s fine.” Siobhan sat up and adjusted her top. Her smile was bright, friendly, only faintly sharp. “It’s hard to catch us without our hands all over each other. I’ve heard a lot about you.”

Siobhan slid one hand through mine and reached the other out to shake Abby’s.

“Oh, really?” asked Abby.

Siobhan shifted to one end of her lounger and patted the other end.

Abby took the hint and sat.

“Oh, yes,” said Siobhan. “Conner speaks very fondly of you. How long has it been since you two saw each other?”

Abby looked to me. “Um, well, it’s been years.”

“Yeah,” I said. “Not since… well, since freshman year of college.”

We’d been going in different directions. We’d made the tough call, hugged, and went our separate ways. I didn’t usually think about how different my life would have been if we’d chosen the same university, but then, Abby wasn’t usually sitting right in front of me, sharing my girlfriend’s lounger.

Abby hadn’t changed all that much from how I remembered her, though she had grown pleasantly curvier over the years. Her pink bikini contrasted beautifully with her brown skin.

“So, yeah,” Abby said, looking at Siobhan, “you’ve got me at a disadvantage.”

“What do you want to know about me?” asked Siobhan.

“Well…” Abby laced her fingers together in her lap. “What are you two into these days?”

Siobhan grinned and squeezed my thigh. “I kind of just told you.”

Abby grinned back, not nearly as flustered as I would have expected. “Oh. So, only answer this if you want to—”

“Don’t worry, I will,” said Siobhan.

“When it comes to… well, handsy fun, are you into volume… or variety?” asked Abby.

Siobhan glanced at me. “Both.”

Abby gave me a similar glance, lingering longer on my swim trunks.

“I’m glad,” she said. “I always hoped Conner’s adventure would keep on getting bigger and better after me.”

“What do you think, honey?” Siobhan looked to me. “Has the adventure gotten bigger and better?”

It had, undoubtedly. Siobhan and I had done things I never would have imagined until I was right in the middle of them. But it felt rude to brag.

“I…”

Abby and Siobhan exchanged a smirk, and I quickly realized that it didn't matter how I answered. The important thing was for me to squirm and give them a chance to bond over my discomfort.

I was perhaps unusually excited to be used in such a way.

“Well, my adventure has been coming along great,” said Abby. “In fact… no pressure, but if you’re up for it, I’d love a chance to get acquainted, or reacquainted, in a more intimate setting. We can swap stories. And other things.”

Siobhan looked to me. We could communicate a lot without speaking, but I was still relieved when Abby stood up and said, “Think it over. I’ll get us some drinks.”

Once Abby was out of earshot, Siobhan leaned in close to me. “I’ll understand if you don’t want to,” she whispered.

I took a second to process her choice of words.

“I was going to say the same to you,” I said.

“So, you do want to?” she asked. “Even though she's your ex?”

“Do you?” I asked. “Even though she’s my ex?”

“I mean, she seems nice. And that ass….” said Siobhan.

I laughed. “Better than I remember, even.”

“So, let’s go for it, then?”

Abby returned with three mojitos tucked under her arm, the condensation running down her bare midriff.

I answered both women’s questioning gazes.

“Why not?”

#

“I hope I won’t shock you,” Abby said, as she led us down one of the resort’s airy, cream-colored hallways. “Well, no, that’s not strictly true. I hope I shock you a little. Just the right amount. In a good way. I’ve gotten a little more advanced since the last time we saw each other.”

“Always nice to set expectations,” I said, exchanging a glance with Siobhan as we followed behind her.

Silently, we both resolved to be just the right amount of shocked for her, no matter what “advanced” meant to her.

I tried to imagine what kind of salacious mischief might have appealed to sweet, gentle Abby over the years. My imagination went to silk restraints, blindfolds, maybe some long-stemmed strawberries.

She stopped at the door that was presumably hers and opened it with the flourish of a magician revealing that their lovely assistant had not indeed been cut in half.

“Boys!” she clapped her hands imperiously. “We have guests!”

Siobhan and I both froze in the doorway, paralyzed with equal parts laughter, Christmas morning grade excitement, and, I had no doubt, more than enough shock to appease Abby’s craving.

Two handsome young men got up from the room’s one larger-than-king-sized bed and rushed over to greet us. Both were dressed in very skimpy polka dot string bikinis, which showed off their lean but defined musculature. Despite otherwise appearing ready for the pool, each wore a full face of laser-precise runway-style makeup. Their hair hung a couple inches above their shoulders in heavily layered bobs that looked like they’d been grown rather than cut into shape. I was pretty sure I could chart how long this arrangement had been going on by their length alone.

“Pleased to meet you,” the blond guy on the left said, holding out a hand demurely. He ducked slightly so that he could look up at me, even though he was about my height in his stiletto heels. “I’m Chrissy.”

“Patty,” the brunette on the right presented himself in similar fashion to Siobhan.

Siobhan and I both broke out of our surprise enough to introduce ourselves and shake the hands being offered to us.

“Rescued these two about a year ago,” Abby said, putting an arm around each of them and ruffling her fingers through their hair. “Been training them up to be pretty and dainty and well behaved. It’s been going better than I expected. They’re such good boys.”

Both of them glowed under her touch and praise and broke into contagiously earnest grins.

“You should have seen them when I first found them at my club,” she said, licking her thumb to correct an invisible error in the wing of Patty’s eyeliner. “So eager for a mistress, but with no idea how to approach one. They’ve come such a long way. Do you like them?”

Abby’s eyes locked onto me, Siobhan, the still-open door behind us, and then me again. The corner of her mouth quirked upward, adding weight to the question.

Siobhan and I both reached for the door handle and pulled it closed together, her hand on top of mine.

Abby clapped her hands together, this time with excitement.

“Oh, we’re going to have so much fun!” she exclaimed. “Boys, why don’t you help Conner get comfortable?”

Chrissy and Patty put gentle hands on my shoulders and guided me toward the bed.

Siobhan started to follow, but Abby diverted her to the room’s breakfast nook.

“I thought you and I could take a moment to get to know each other,” Abby said, taking the seat opposite her.

Chrissy took my mojito, set it on the bedside table, and began unbuttoning my shirt, while Patty relieved me of my sandals and set them neatly by the door.

“I don’t know how fully you realize this,” said Siobhan, swirling the mint leaves in her glass, “but this is just about Conner’s heaven. He’s going to fit right in.”

“Yes, I know,” said Abby. “I’d offer him something more appropriate to wear while he’s here, but we both know he’s come prepared all on his own, don’t we?”

Siobhan’s eyes sparkled with acknowledgment.

At just this moment, Chrissy unfastened my swim trunks and tugged them down, to reveal the tight red thong — one of Siobhan’s — that I’d been wearing underneath.

Chrissy and Patty giggled to each other, then quickly stopped themselves and set about massaging my shoulders.

“So, when did you realize you liked it?” Siobhan asked Abby.

“Sex?” Abby asked. “Kink? Three- and more-somes?”

Siobhan shook her head. “Pretty men who like submission, and making themselves even prettier. Did you read about one in a book or something and say, ‘I’ve gotta get me one or two of those’? Or were they the ones who sensed you, as someone who could give them what they wanted, and came begging for it?”

Chrissy and Patty were now stroking my arms with feather-light fingers, and I watched Abby consider the question with delicious goosebumps rising along my skin.

“Well, I guess it did start with Conner,” Abby admitted. “Even though we didn’t get very far with that sort of thing. It was mostly just him borrowing my clothes. Sometimes without asking! The first time he talked me into spanking him for it, I was genuinely a little mad at him. Poor guy ended up more bruised than he’d bargained for, I think.”

Siobhan laughed. “Same!”

“But he still thanked me afterward,” said Abby. “And he looked so satisfied. It was a bit intoxicating, putting that look on a guy’s face by actually doing something, rather than just lying on my back for him.”

“It is, isn’t it?” said Siobhan.

“That, combined with how beautiful he looked in my old lace nightie…. Well, I felt so guilty about how hot it made me, I don’t think I touched him with more than a fingertip for a week afterward,” said Abby. “But after we split up, I realized how much I needed that in my life. So yes, I went looking for these beauties. And they sure were excited to be found.”

“I can imagine.” Siobhan smirked over the rim of her glass. “How strict are you with them?”

“Probably a little less strict than they’d like,” said Abby. “Chrissy once spent a whole evening with his lipstick smudged from dinner, staring me down like he couldn’t wait for me to tell him what untidy mouths get used for in my home! But I’m a little non-traditional in that way, I suppose. I think when you’re dealing with subs who actively court punishment, it’s important to find opportunities to fit reward into their routine.”

“I completely agree,” said Siobhan. “They always seem to underestimate how much pleasure and comfort they actually need to stay at their best, so you end up being the one having to dole it out, like medicine.”

The two women clicked glasses together and chuckled, almost as if they’d forgotten the rest of us were in the room.

Abby’s pets knew just how to send shivers along my skin with their almost too-gentle touches, and I could feel myself hardening, stretching the tight red thong.

“I admit,” said Abby, “I was hoping your visit might be one of those reward opportunities for them.”

“How so?” asked Siobhan.

“Well, it’s always nice for them to get the chance to pass along their training. It helps them see how far they’ve come. Now, I’m not saying your Conner lacks training, but do you think he’d mind a little refresher?”

Siobhan ran her finger around the rim of her glass.

“What part of their training, exactly?”

“Just some aesthetics,” Abby said coyly. “And… patience?”

My bulge gave a heavy, excited throb at the implication.

“I don’t see any problem with that,” said Siobhan.

Abby looked to us and gave a curt nod.

The feather touches on my arms suddenly turned to steel. Chrissy and Patty pulled off my open shirt and pushed me flat on the bed, sideways across its generous width. Patty looped a smooth but tough nylon rope around my wrist and looked me in the eye, waiting for my vigorous nod before pulling it tight and tying the other end to a rung of the headboard.

He worked his way around my limbs, securing each one. Chrissy tugged my trunks the rest of the way off and onto the floor before Patty got to my ankles, but the thong remained in place, a thin, taunting, pretty red barrier between my most sensitive skin and their wandering hands.

Chrissy ran his hands up my thighs, slipped his soft fingers under the edges of the thong to snap them lightly against my skin, and finally pressed his palm right over my cock, over the fabric.

I took in a deep breath and pressed my head into the mattress.

“Shh,” said Patty, stroking my hair with one hand and opening a drawer in the bedside table with the other. “You’re going to need to hold very still.”

He held an eyelash curler in front of me, opening and shutting it with an intimidating metallic sound.

“I can be still,” I bragged, heart pounding with a delicious stab of adrenaline.

Chrissy dragged his hand up to the head of my cock, briefly increasing the pressure right where I was most sensitive, and another shudder ran through my body.

“Let’s try that again,” said Patty.

I took a deep breath, and Chrissy repeated the move. The same jolt of pleasure ran through me, but somehow, I managed not to move beyond a slight flexing of my muscles, just enough to hold them rigid.

“Better,” said Patty, sweetly. “But that was just a touch. I don’t think you’d have the same discipline if something stronger came over you, would you?”

I had to shake my head in agreement with that.

“It’s good you understand,” he said. “So, you’ll be sure to warn Chrissy if you’re in danger of cumming?”

He sounded so genuinely concerned, you could almost miss the kick he clearly got out of so tactfully ordering me to edge.

“I promise,” I said.

“Then I promise, you’re going to look just lovely,” said Patty.

He clicked the curler again and proceeded to line it up with my right eyelid, expertly catching every lash without a scrap of skin. He squeezed them tightly against the device’s metal roller.

I stayed perfectly still, not fighting against the curler’s frighteningly firm grip, as Chrissy returned to stroking my cock through the thong, slowly but steadily.

I was expecting the sweet, slightly blunted attention of Chrissy’s fingers to be the toughest temptation I’d have to resist today, but it was Siobhan’s voice that nearly made me turn my head, right as Patty was closing the curler on the lashes of my other eye.

“So, are we strictly spectators in all this?” Siobhan asked Abby. “Or did you have something more interactive in mind for us?”

I restrained myself quickly enough to avoid disaster.

“Oh, we’ll both have a chance to play with them by the end,” said Abby.

I could almost hear the calculating look on Siobhan’s face, as she chose her next works.

“Only with them?” she asked.

Abby’s face, I couldn’t even guess at.

Patty released my lashes, and I started to crane my neck to look. He slapped my cheek, not hard enough to hurt, but the correction was clear.

Chrissy pulled his hand away from me. “I’m not pushing you too hard yet, am I, babe?” he asked, clearly aware that he hadn’t prompted my last movement. It was just a pretense to punish me with the cool, still air on my already soaked thong.

“No, I can handle it,” I said, moving nothing but my lips. “I’ll be good.”

Chrissy took his time giving me his hand again and stroked me even more softly than before, running his fingers over the slickness on the outside of the thong, not even hard enough to move my skin beneath.

Patty began applying a layer of foundation to my face.

“If you’re asking if I have experience with women, I don’t,” Abby finally answered Siobhan.

“Really?” asked Siobhan. “So, you invited me back to your room when you only really wanted my boyfriend?”

“Like I said, you’ll be involved,” Abby said, a tinge of defensiveness rising.

“Ah, right, you also wanted to give me to your roommates that you didn’t tell me about. Still pretty devious.”

“You’re… right,” said Abby. “I’m sorry. If I’ve messed this up—”

“I’m joking,” Siobhan assured her quickly, before she could get any further. “If you don’t want to, you don’t want to. I’m a little surprised, though. I mean, you’re obviously a connoisseur of a certain kind of femininity.”

“A certain kind,” Abby repeated thoughtfully. “I’m attracted to men who perform femininity.”

“Right….” Siobhan followed along.

“All of the strongest attraction I’ve ever felt fits that mold. Sometimes I’m not sure if it’s even the beauty I’m into, or the transgression.”

“I can wear a suit and tie if it makes things more fun for you,” Siobhan offered, half joking.

Abby half laughed.

“Don’t get me wrong,” Abby said. “It doesn’t sound bad. I’m feeling… something here, that’s for sure. But if I’m going to be doing something as vulnerable as checking off a first today, I’m going to be doing it on my terms.”

“Oh, I wouldn’t have it any other way,” Siobhan cooed, and I was almost positive she was touching Abby’s hand now, giving it the same courage-building squeezes she gave me, when she knew how badly I wanted something that scared me.

“In that case,” said Abby, “get on your knees, facing the bed.”

The two of them left their drinks and crossed the room to almost join us. Abby sat down on the edge of the bed, close enough to my head that I could feel my elevation shift slightly with the mattress, yet I couldn’t feel or see her, not without moving.

Siobhan knelt down on the lush rug in front of Abby.

Chrissy’s grip on the outside of my thong had grown firmer.

Patty placed a fingertip near the corner of my eye and stretched the lid gently out to the side, steading it for the fine-tipped eyeliner brush in his other hand.

“Untie my bikini,” Abby instructed Siobhan. “Without your hands.”

I heard teeth snap playfully, and then the whispering friction of thin ribbons of fabric unraveling.

“Take in a deep breath,” Abby said. “And let it out, slowly. Take in the scent of me. Let me feel how close and alive you are.”

Siobhan followed these instructions several times over while Patty lined my other eye. I could hear Siobhan channeling each moaning exhale into a tight column of air that I was sure was directed right along the valley of Abby’s pussy.

“Turn your head to the left,” said Patty.

I didn’t obey right away, sure I must have misunderstood, but Patty took my chin firmly between his fingers and turned it in the direction of Abby and Siobhan. As Patty dusted blush along the line of my cheekbone, my vision was full of Abby’s smooth brown thigh, and a cascade of Siobhan’s blonde hair.

“Give me one lick,” said Abby. “Just one, and see if you can convince me I want more.”

Siobhan bobbed her head up from between Abby’s thighs and extended her tongue just slightly beyond her lips, keeping the end of it curved and soft. She bobbed back down to take her one long, slow lick, and I knew she hadn’t fallen for Abby’s trap. Siobhan would never give in to the temptation to go too hard too fast, to concentrate as much sensation as possible in that one brief try-out. She understood the assignment: to leave Abby wanting more.

Siobhan’s tongue skimmed Abby’s valley, gliding on their shared layers of moisture, and then left before wearing out its welcome, just as Abby’s head tipped back with a sigh of pleasure.

Chrissy gave the head of my cock a squeeze, probably not unlike what he’d been doing for the last few minutes, but as I watched Abby and Siobhan, this squeeze prompted a spasmodic tightening inside me.

Patty was still working on my blush. It wasn’t like we were in the middle of a step where I could get jabbed in the eye… but I didn’t want to be the one to cut this experience unceremoniously short.

“Stop,” I croaked, and Chrissy’s hand froze instantly in place at the base of my cock, instead of continuing into the next stroke. “I need a minute.”

“Keep going,” Abby sighed, not to Chrissy, but to Siobhan. “I’m convinced so far.”

Patty took me by the chin again and turned my head the other way. I stared into the blanket, my cock twitching desperately for Chrissy’s absent hand, while I listened to Siobhan give Abby another lick, and another, slowly building to a rhythm.

“A little harder now,” Abby directed. “Lick in an oval, not just a line. I want to feel the tip of your tongue brush my clit from every side, every time.”

“Like this?” Siobhan asked, with her tongue audibly outside her mouth.

But she already knew she was doing it right. Abby’s sudden intake of breath removed any doubt.

Patty dusted my other cheek and turned my chin back toward the ceiling.

Abby moaned beside me and scratched her fingernails against the blanket. The pets did not tell her to be still, of course.

Chrissy slowly moved his hand up my shaft again, and I tried to be ready for it, tried to be calm and still, but my hips rose and my limbs shivered without my permission. Chrissy pulled away again, without my having to say anything.

“Open your mouth,” Patty prompted, pulling a lipstick wand from its bottle to show me its deep scarlet pigment.

I let my mouth hang open. Patty blotted my lips dry and began painting them with careful, precise little strokes.

The strokes of Siobhan’s tongue, meanwhile, were getting bigger, faster. Abby didn’t seem to mind at all.

“Don’t stop,” was all the instruction Abby had left to give, as she collapsed backward onto the mattress, sighing and twitching.

The taste of the lipstick was smooth and pleasant but strong, and inescapably different from the half-remembered taste of Abby’s pussy, the infinitely familiar taste of Siobhan’s mouth. I wasn’t even sure which I was craving more.

I wanted them both, so badly. I wanted to get between them, be crushed between them, without pushing them apart. I wanted to be part of the wet, messy friction I could hear right beside me. Even more than the order to be still, the neat lipstick now drying into its perfect shape served as a stark reminder of how separate I was.

I wanted to writhe and thrash, to complain and revel at the same time in the unsatisfied tingles running over every inch of my skin, and the inability to do even that concentrated the sweet frustration even more.

Chrissy kept trying to return to stroking me, but no attempt lasted more than five or six seconds before it became too much to take. He contented himself with groping me everywhere he could reach that wouldn’t directly set me off, pinching my nipples, reaching under me to squeeze my ass.

“Do that, keep doing that,” Abby was muttering frantically.

Siobhan made a sound in the back of her throat that she only made when someone was pulling her hair just hard enough.

“Keep… keep… ah!” Abby groaned and bucked, wracked by the pounding orgasm I could feel right out of my own reach.

Patty seemed to be finished with me. If he hadn’t been, I would have ended up with streaks of scarlet all over my face, as Abby’s shudders shook what felt like the whole room. They kept coming, always another wave after what I was sure must be the last one. I wondered if it was really as long as it felt, or if it only seemed that way from the outside looking in.

Abby swept her arms out to the side, brushing my thigh with her fingertips as she rose luxuriously back to a sitting position.

“Mmm,” she sighed. “Well, that was a fun diversion.”

“I’m glad you think so,” said Siobhan, her voice a little smug, but still husky and intense. The tones of her ravenous lust and Abby’s glowing satisfaction could not have been farther apart.

“So, boys, let’s see how you’ve spent your time,” Abby said.

She got to her feet to tower over me, looking down on my painted face.

“Oh, so beautiful!” she decided, squeezing Patty’s shoulder in congratulations. “Give me the… yes, thank you.”

She accepted a handheld mirror from Patty and hovered it above me, so that I could see for myself. Patty’s handiwork was indeed impeccable. The scarlet lipstick expanded my lip line very subtly, making my mouth kissably more prominent. The dark eyeliner extended into dramatic wings, complimenting my tidied-up lashes and making every facial expression feel sharper and more dramatic.

“And you, you held him right where he needed to be,” Abby told Chrissy. “You both did so well. And these two… I think they’ll make perfect treats for you, don’t you?”

“Yes!” said Patty, clapping his hands.

“Yes, please!” Chrissy added.

“Go ahead, then,” said Abby. “Put them in position.”

Patty and Chrissy became a wild flurry of movement.

They took Siobhan by the shoulders, helped her up from the floor, and splayed her sideways across the bed like me, next to me, on her back. More ropes crisscrossed over mine to secure her limbs to the head and footboard. She turned her head to grin at me as the pets fiddled with the knots.

“Looking good, sweetie,” she said.

“Thanks.” I felt the warmth of a real blush rise under the powdered one. “Nice tongue work. A lot better than my first try with Abby, actually.”

“Was it also your first try with anyone?” Siobhan asked.

“Yeah.”

“Then cut yourself some slack.”

At this moment, the ropes around my ankles loosened. Patty pulled my shoulders to the edge of the mattress, so that my head hung off the edge, and Chrissy tightened the ropes again.

“Besides,” said Siobhan, as they repeated the process on her, bringing her eyes level with mine. “The work’s not done yet. For either of us.”

I gave my tongue a warm-up stretch, just for show, and Siobhan laughed.

“I’ll be supervising closely the whole time,” Abby said, as warmly as if she were giving swimming lessons to absolute beginners. “If this gets to be too much, just tap the bed twice.”

She stood on one side of the bed, near our feet, while the pets towered over our heads in their high heels.

Patty seemed to have claimed me. Chrissy stood in front of Siobhan, leaning down to stroke her dangling hair. I could see from here that I wasn’t the only one nearly bursting out of my pretty thong. Cute little polka dots stretched into polka-ovals over the pets’ straining erections.

Abby held the moment.

Blood rushed to my head, without leaving my cock. My fingers and toes prickled with the absence of it.

She kept holding.

The pets shifted their weight, like runners on the starting block.

She took a breath. Held it. And finally… “Go.”

Patty and Chrissy tore off their bikini thongs and lunged for us. I’d meant to open my mouth invitingly at the perfect moment, but the whole thing happened so fast that I could barely part my lips before the tip of Patty’s cock was between them.

I still opened up eagerly, and Patty thrusted just as eagerly into me, easily hitting the back of my throat.

If I didn’t have so much practice controlling my body, I probably would have gagged, but I held strong and relaxed in just the right places, and felt a surge of pride as I took him smoothly down my throat.

Beside me, Siobhan hummed softly, lending Chrissy the gentle vibration I loved, without a trace of resistance.

“Enjoy yourselves,” said Abby. “You don’t get a chance this sweet every day, do you?”

“No, ma’am!” Patty and Chrissy agreed.

“Take your time,” said Abby. “Savor it.”

Patty leaned forward on the bed, resting his elbows on either side of my torso, digging his fingers into the sides of my hips, like he could claw the self-control out of me and take a share of it for himself. He slowed his pace a little, sliding the head of his cock all the way from the tip of my tongue down to the place where I felt like I was swallowing him whole.

I could feel Chrissy and Siobhan’s rhythm slow down too, slightly out of sync with ours, through the place where Siobhan’s and my bound arms crossed each other.

The position we were in was nearly powerless. We could almost have been nothing but a pair of warm, soft holes for Patty and Chrissy to use as their treat. I didn’t want to disrupt that, but I still wanted to contribute, to be the best, sweetest hole I could possibly be.

I sucked gently, subtly encouraging Patty deeper without hindering his movement. I slid my tongue from left to right and back again, adding what I hoped was an exciting element of surprise to the shape and texture and movement he encountered with each thrust.

Abby’s hand caressed my nearly numb ankle, and I loved knowing that Siobhan was feeling the same touch on her other side. Even right next to each other, every connection between Siobhan and me felt precious.

“Don’t smudge your work too badly,” Abby reminded Patty. “I want him to look gently used when you’re done, not destroyed.”

“Yes, ma’am,” said Patty, going a little slower still.

“Siobhan’s mouth still tastes like me,” Abby told Chrissy. “Some people say they can taste with their genitals. Can you sense me there? Try hard.”

I could feel Chrissy thrusting more thoughtfully into Siobhan beside me.

“I think I can, ma’am,” he said.

“You don’t get to mix my flavor with yours often either, do you?” asked Abby.

“No, ma’am.”

“Don’t you forget that.”

“I won’t.”

Abby’s hand worked its way a little higher up, toward my knee. We were all connected, all touching in an ecstatic, interlaced network of sensation and impulse.

No one could even see my perfectly painted face under Patty’s hips, but I had that glimpse in the mirror to hold onto. It was all the more exciting to be used like this, knowing how lovely and delicate I looked.

“Is this enough?” Patty asked Abby. “Have we taken our time enough?”

Abby sighed. “Only you can decide that. Do you think you’ve made the most of this yet?”

“I think… I think I have,” said Patty.

“Me too,” Chrissy grunted. “I think I’ve made the most… almost….”

Patty’s cock drove down my throat in heavy, shaky pumps. He grabbed me by the sides of my thong for stability, and with a grunt, he let loose, filling my mouth with salty warmth. I sucked it down, while he gave himself a last few comforting strokes against my tongue.

Siobhan gurgled lightly next to me, then smacked her lips approvingly as the pets stumbled back from us, leaving our mouths free. They both sank to their knees to recover, heads resting next to ours. Our breath mixed together in thick gasps.

“What do you say?” Abby prompted.

“Thank you, ma’am,” said Patty and Chrissy, and even though I knew the prompt was probably meant only for them, I muttered my own thanks as well.

“You’ve come such a long way, Conner,” said Abby.

“Yeah,” I panted. “You, too.”

“I’m guessing you have too, Siobhan,” said Abby. “But I don’t know, maybe you’ve always been this cool.”

Siobhan shook her head. “Actually, I kind of impressed myself today.”

I glanced over at Chrissy, as he was pulling his thong back on. He had some intimidating length on him.

“Fuck, well done,” I told Siobhan.

“Well done, both of you,” said Abby. She climbed onto the bed, straddling my left leg and Siobhan’s right at once. “Aren’t you glad I believe in rewards for everyone?”

“Yes,” I moaned, more pitifully than I meant to. “Yes, please, please….”

“Shh, shh, shh,” she said, walking her hands all the way up our thighs.

I lifted my head far enough to watch Abby tug both my thong and Siobhan’s to the side. She caught my overexcited cock in one hand, and pressed the other one confidently over the length of Siobhan’s pussy, pressing the tips of her first two fingers lightly over her clit.

Siobhan arched toward her, completely ready for the most targeted attention she could get.

Abby allowed it. There was no more teasing. She went straight for the good stuff, stroking me hard and fast right along the underside of my dripping head, swirling her fingers in a tight circle over Siobhan’s clit. Her coordination juggling both at once was truly impressive. There were no pauses or traces of uncertainty.

It took a moment, as ever, to switch off my own restraint, to remind my body that it didn’t have to hold off any longer.

“It’s okay,” Abby cooed, as if she could read my mind. “It’s okay. You’ve earned this and more. Both of you. It’s time to indulge.”

Siobhan’s arm shivered against mine. I could feel the tips of her individual goosebumps.

“You’re both such good, good guests,” said Abby.

Finally, I felt the simultaneous tensing and relaxing inside me, the upward rush, charged to the limit by waiting. Siobhan cried out and scrabbled her fingers against my arm, and my vision clouded over with stars as the warm fluid pulsed up over my belly.

I was nowhere near ready to move when Abby directed Patty and Chrissy to untie us. I couldn’t even comprehend that I might be more comfortable in another position until Abby pulled me by the feet, adjusting me so that my head was supported on the mattress again.

“Stay as long as you like,” Abby said, crawling onto the bed to cuddle against my right side. Siobhan nestled closer on my left.

Abby patted the mattress on her other side and gestured, and Patty and Chrissy climbed up to sandwich us all on the ends.

“That was the most fun I’ve had since we got here,” said Abby.

“Me too,” said Siobhan, which made me feel a lot less guilty about nodding my head. “The dinner buffet’s opening soon. What do you say we all get prettied back up, get something to eat together, and… see what sounds fun after that?”

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